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As always I must preface this story by stating that I am now in my 50’s, but my realization that I am gay started at an early age. Both prepubescent and pubescent and will be told from my perspective at that time they occurred but they made me the man I am today. I am sorry if any of my stories offends you. I hope they will not only arouse you but give you a sense of understanding of the human urges and wants of this gay male. Enjoy! Amore’ Dolce’

Dairy of Billy Bob Chapter 1

This is the diary of Billy Bob McTavish, a teen boy, about he and his young girl cousin growing up, having a family and a wide variety of sexual adventures, some quite bizarre. It has ten chapters: (1) Becoming a Man; (2) Marriage; (3) House Guest; (4) Satisfying Our Guest; (5) Helping a Psychologist; (6) More Sex Therapy; (7) Mutual Therapy; (8) Our Daughter; (9) Our Daughter is 13; (10) ConclusionBilly Bob Chapter 1 (Becoming A Man)
When I was in the eighth grade my folks had gone to the Dew Drop Inn on a Saturday night to mix with folks their age, do a little drinking and a lot of dancing. On the way home their car busted through the railing over the Chattahoochee River, and just that quick I was an orphan. Ma’s sister, Hagar, was my blood relative and she took me in. Her husband Abraham was pretty strict, but I worked hard for him and we got along OK. They had a little girl, Leah, who was four years younger than me.
When I turned fifteen Abraham had a long talk with me – I thought it was going to be about the birds and bees, but it turned out to be a lot more than that. He said that when our great-great-grandparents came over from Scotland they brought some family traditions with them that were a little different. One was that when a boy turned 15 one of the older women in the extended family would take him for three days and teach him the responsibilities and the joys of sex. He might then visit with two other older women, again for three days each. From then on the boy was considered to be a man. My Ma’s older sister Sarah had volunteered to be the first and I was to take the bus up into the mountains to be with her that weekend. Then, when I came back, Aunt Hagar would teach me some more of the things that I needed to know. There weren’t any other female relatives, so that would be the end of my training.
Aunt Sarah was in her early fifties but her face looked older than that. We were alone on her little farm and there was a lot of work to keeping it up. I helped all I could and that didn’t leave much time for the teaching. Aunt Sarah taught me how to be considerate of a woman’s feelings and how to make love to her so that she would be pleasured and reach an orgasm. She had me gently fondle her breasts, kiss them, and use my tongue to play with her nipples. Her breasts were quite young looking and when I remarked on that she said that all of the hard farm work kept her young. On the second day she showed me her “privates,” the slit that lay behind all of that hair, and where her “clit” was. I learned how to use my fingers to give her pleasure and where to lick to bring her off. I did get an erection several times, but I was too grossed out by the fishy odor to take it to completion. Surprising to me, as elderly as she was, she actually responded to the caresses and fondling that she told me how to do, and reached a climax of pleasure at least once each of the first two days and three times on the third day.
It was the third day that I got to stick my prick into her slick hot hole and that really felt good. It didn’t feel old, just smooth and deep and it kind of sucked and squeezed on me. The first several times I spurted thick semen after only a few strokes, but she quickly sucked on my cock to keep it hard and had me keep trying so that she was satisfied too. Since she was so old, I took the teaching just like I was in a classroom and tried hard to remember all that she told and showed me. When I was leaving, she said that Hagar would be different. She was still young and would help me to learn how to enjoy myself, but I was always to remember to make the experience good for my partner too.
Aunt Hagar was 27 and looked like a teenager. I had noticed what a great body she had when I first went to live with them and had sometimes jerked off just thinking about her. On my first day back home from Aunt Sarah’s she got Abraham off to work and Leah to school and then pulled me into their bedroom, saying she couldn’t wait any longer for the lessons to begin. She pulled her dress up over her head and stood there nude (she probably forgot to put any underwear on that morning). I could not speak, I was frozen. I instantly had an erection because she was beautiful, just like a pinup in Playboy. Firm high breasts with small nipples the size of pencil erasers, an hour-glass figure, and a bush of thick curly glossy black hair in a triangle just above her crotch.
She then quickly undressed me, got down on her knees and took my penis in her mouth, pumping her head back and forth, and in no time flat I erupted into her mouth. She kept on pumping me, letting her teeth sometimes drag on the underside of my dick, but always having her lips tight around me. I just stayed fully hard all the time. It was heaven! She must have been doing me for more than two hours when she said she would have to stop for a while because her jaws were tired and her mouth was sore.
For the rest of that day, until it was nearly time for Leah to come home, she showed me all of the different positions for intercourse and I practiced each one until she said that I’d gotten the hang of it. I lost count of the number of times that I shot a huge load into her vagina or across her tits. I liked missionary best because Hagar is an enthusiastic kisser, very wet with lots of tongue exploration, and I could nibble on her breasts to my heart’s content. Side-ways I guess would be good if the woman was too fat, or so Hagar said. Doggy style was the most fun, leaning over her and playing with her tits and fingering her clit; when she came in this position her vagina clamped down on me a lot harder, stimulating me to a second or even a third climax. By then I was having climaxes but not ejaculating more than a few drops. Doing it between her breasts was good too, but she preferred being on top. She was really energetic when she was in control. She bounced really fast up and down the whole length of my cock but was able to keep me in her all the time. She apparently could not decide whether it was better to ride me facing forward or backward because she kept changing directions. I liked that because my prick leans toward my head and the change resulted in friction on different sides. The rotation was like electricity wrapping around my dong as she didn’t pause but swung around while still bouncing.
Uncle Abraham commented at dinner that night that Aunt Hagar looked a little tired. Eleven year-old Leah wanted to know what we did all day and her mom just said that she had done laundry and I had studied in my room.
The next day she could hardly wait to get started and had me review each of the positions with her, asking what parts of me were stimulated and what felt really good, and then had me choose the one that was the most fun for me. Remembering Aunt Sarah’s advice, I said I liked to have her on top and leaning over so that I could play with and suck on her breasts. I knew that she liked that best and that is all that we did all morning long. With her perky tits being high on her chest it was easy to keep one in my mouth as much as I liked, alternating between them, and tonguing a nipple or sucking it. Well, maybe not all the time because Hagar was doing things to my meat that distracted me. After a long series of strenuous bounces she would pause with my cock penetrating clear up to her womb and pulse her vaginal muscles strongly, clutching my penis in a rhythm that drove me wild. I must have shot many cups of cum that morning but Hagar said, as she again wrapped her lips around my exploding cock, that my balls would keep supplying the luscious stuff.
That afternoon she said that it was time for me to show her what I had learned from her sister Sarah. I started out just kissing her and fondling her breasts and went on to licking and kissing down her stomach into that triangle of curly black hair. Thank God that Aunt Hagar did not have an unpleasant odor there, in fact it smelled like woman’s hand lotion. I opened her lips with two fingers and slipped my tongue inside, slowly running it up and down from one end of her slit to the other, taking care to tease her clit on each pass. This turned her on a lot more than it did for Aunt Sarah, and she started humping my face to get harder contact. She pulled my head into her crotch and screamed for me to “do my clit – do my clit.” Then she had one orgasm right after another as I sucked, stroked my rough tongue over, and nibbled on her clit. Finally she asked me to stop as she was completely wrung out and couldn’t take any more. She thanked me over and over for the best cunnilingus (a new word for my expanding vocabulary) that she had ever had. After we relaxed, and maybe even napped for a few minutes, she climbed on top of me and repeated the same wonderful sex that we’d had all that morning.
I wanted to try some more “oral sex” so persuaded her to stop fucking me and let me show her what else Aunt Sarah taught me. I licked her slit some more, extending the saliva trail back to her anus, and then up to her clit. She wasn’t too sure about the tongue in her ass so I concentrated on that for a while, finally getting the tip into her dark canal. That did arouse her some more and she suggested that I fuck her there. I still had other things in mind so continued eating her snatch but put one finger all the way into her ass hole and started manipulating it in a circular motion. I brought my other hand up and, starting with just one finger, frigged her pussy while I very gently swirled my tongue around her clitoris. As she became more loose I added another finger and then a third, first in her pussy and then in her ass, occasionally bringing one or two fingers from each had together, rubbing on the thin membrane between them. By now she was so galvanized that I could hardly hold on to her so I took pity on her and rolled over putting her on top and just said “Do it.” She was, by then, a wildly excited woman and we both quickly had a series of mind-blowing orgasms.
On the following day she said that this was graduation day, but only after we had reviewed all of the things that Sarah and she had taught me. Again she quickly yanked her dress over her head and had me fondle and make love to her beautiful body while she undressed me. Aunt Hagar asked me to use my expert tongue to bring her to as fantastic a climax as she had yesterday, which I was happy to do. She almost passed out in ecstasy as I not only licked and sucked on her clit, but also had my whole hand up her vagina. After she recovered, we then tried several different positions and some variations. Today I liked the spoon and its reverse, missionary and doggie style, really enjoyed the 69, but finally decided that my favorite was having Aunt Hagar on top. Maybe that was because she was very athletic and generated a lot of wonderful sensations as she bounced up and down. Her vagina had little ribbons and nubbins and creases inside that my cock could feel as they caressed it.
After lunch she said that since I particularly enjoyed having her on top, she would show me a secret technique that her father had shown to her. She took me out to the garage and had me lie on a mattress on the floor under a basket that was hanging by a series of ropes from a pulley attached to a roof beam. [Note: The basket was made from a well-worn old blacksmith’s apron, the leather as soft as a glove. Someone had cut off the bib and sewn it to the legs and around to the sides, making a big sack or basket.]
When she sat in the basket it folded up around her so that she was doubled up with her head and feet up in the air and her sexy ass and pubic hair were sticking out the bottom through a hole in the bottom of the basket. She pulled on the dangling rope from the pulley and lifted herself up into the air and had me position myself under her. She let herself down until she impaled herself on my stiff rod. Then she slowly pulled the rope up and down so that her vagina slipped up and down on me. With the set of multiple pulleys she had to pull the rope a good foot to get an inch of movement on my prick. Boy that really felt good. She was in such an unusual position that she really clamped tight around my prick and at an angle a little off from vertical. After a while she began to jerk the rope faster. Having nothing better to do, I tried twirling the basket, a quarter turn at first and then more because that really increased the good feelings. Aunt Hagar liked it too and she stopped jerking the rope and let the basket sit just above my groin, not quite touching.
Then I spun the basket, first several turns to the right then a few more to the left. Aunt Hagar immediately had an orgasm and was purring like a kitten. I was on the verge of coming too so I increased the number of turns to five and let the twisting ropes stop the twirl and start it in the other direction. When the ropes twisted they also raised the basket almost an inch so I had an up and down motion too. All I had to do was add a little impetus to the basket to keep it going up to five full turns the other way. We both hit climaxes but kept going.
Then I just laid back and spun the basket. One continuous orgasm.
And spun the basket. Aunt Hagar was having one orgasm after another and I unloaded a huge load of sperm into her, but remained hard as a rock. Hagar howled or moaned or screamed, depending on whether the basket was rising slightly or dropping as the ropes twisted.
And spun the basket. She was crying for me to stop, but I couldn’t. I had never felt anything like this before or since that time. Every muscle in my body was electric, tense, on fire, and vibrating.
And spun the basket. My brain was fried, the only thing I wanted was one more spin. More cumming!!! Hagar has passed out.
I’m not sure that I would have ever stopped, but we were interrupted when Leah came home from school early and wondered what all the noise in the garage was about. She apparently watched us for a little while and then removed her clothes, came over to us and shook her mother and asked if she could join in doing what looked like fun. It took a while for her to wake up but then Aunt Hagar freaked. Her eleven year old daughter had just caught her naked and fucking the boy who was like a brother to her, and in a very bizarre (but wonderful) situation. Leah had laid down to see what was under the basket that her mother was in and reached under to grab my prick. Hagar yelled at her to stop that and to push the basket over and tip it so she could get out. She climbed out of the leather sack and shoved Leah back into the house, telling her that she wasn’t to tell her father what she saw just now and that she was too young to even talk about it. By this time I was completely limp so I put the basket and rope away and sneaked into the house, avoiding them, got dressed and stayed in my room.
Aunt Hagar told me the next day that I was never to discuss “that damn contraption” with Uncle Abraham and certainly nothing, about what we had done, with Leah. She said that she had explained enough to Leah to satisfy her curiosity and to have her keep it a secret.
This is the diary of Billy Bob McTavish, a teen boy, about he and his young girl cousin growing up, having a family and a wide variety of sexual adventures, some quite bizarre. It has ten chapters: (1) Becoming a Man; (2) Marriage; (3) House Guest; (4) Satisfying Our Guest; (5) Helping a Psychologist; (6) More Sex Therapy; (7) Mutual Therapy; (8) Our Daughter; (9) Our Daughter is 13; (10) Conclusion

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The Misadventures of Taylor and Selena

The Misadventures of Taylor and Selena
This story was not written by me it was written by SadoRuski
Taylor Swift and Selena Gomez sold more than music. They sold two similar and highly successful images. They were both marketed as young, beautiful, squeaky clean, innocent and sweet young singers and actresses. All of their appearances were carefully set up and choreographed. Every movie, every song, every trip in front of a camera had to portray the same image. And for all intents and purposes those were apt descriptions. The two friends were indeed very sweet girls. Most of all, the two young women had little to complain about. Thanks in part to this portrayal; they were two very successful entertainers with most of their careers still in front of them.
But even two sweet and innocent girls needed a break. Acting like little goody two shoes all the time could become very tiring. Every once in a while the two friends needed to break character and be a little naughty. This was the reason for the concert. Managing to avoid their handlers as well as the paparazzi, the girls snuck out of their West Hollywood apartments and met at an agreed upon club. The building was huge, spacious, but unassuming. Unless you knew that inside was a huge hall with loud music and large dancing floor, you would not give the structure a second look. The location was definitely nor prominent. But that was the appeal. There would not be any press and the two celebrities would definitely not be recognized in all that confusion. The girls knew they would be able to have fun without being bothered.
The girls met in the parking lot. “Looking good, girl”, Taylor chirped gleefully at her friend. Selena had on a skin tight black gown that showed off her beautiful curves. Her beautiful curly black hair fell off her shoulders and down her back.
“You look fabulous as always, Taylor.” Selena reciprocated. Taylor was sporting a hot red dress, her Skirt falling just past her knees.
These two ladies were without a doubt the belles of the ball.
Music blared, drinks poured and the masses danced, swayed in a chaotic unison. Taylor and Selena were having a blast. They let their proverbial hair down, shook their hips, smiled and flirted with random strangers, behaving in a manner ill-suited for the perfect young ladies they were made out to be.
As they were walking off the dance floor, Selena signalled Taylor to follow her. “I need to go potty” the brunette yelled over the blaring tune. They tried several doors before Selena found one that was open and went through it. Taylor quickly followed. The door ended up leading to the stairs and then a large hall with many more doors. The girls figured one of these doors had to lead to a bathroom. They walked casually down the hall, chatting and giggling.
“Oh, my god, that was awesome” remarked Taylor.
“Yeah,” agreed Selena “we should do this more often.”
“Oh, gosh,” giggled Taylor” did you see that guy dancing next to me? He kept grinding against me”
“Eww, he looked like such a perv” remarked her young Latina friend
“I KNOW”, laughed the blonde,”he kept drooling too. HELLLLLLOOO, YUUUUCK!”
The two girls walked down the hall for a while longer before Selena spotted a restroom
“Oh, good, Ill be right back” she said “I am gonna powder my nose”.
“Hurry up” called Taylor, “I don’t want to be alone here.”
Selena ran into the bathroom. Taylor waited by the door.
A pair of eyes watched the cute Blonde across the room, the same pair of eyes that watched the two girls walk down the hall. The man waited in the shadows, like a predator stalking his prey.
The halls of the building were very spacious. The loud music from upstairs could still be heard, but it was somewhat muffled. Down here the sounds of leaky pipes and occasional bumps echoed through the walls. A bit too creepy for Taylor’s taste.
She did not hear him coming. One minute she was looking at the bathroom door. Next minute someone was hanging gagging her, grabbing her torso and dragging her backwards. She was so shocked at first; she did not know what to do. By the time she composed herself enough to let out a muffled yelp, she was 50 feet away from the bathroom. The whole ordeal took all of five seconds. Selena likely did not hear a thing.
Selena reapplied her makeup and headed out of the door. She found the hallway to be empty. Her friend had disappeared.
“Taylor? Where are you” Taylor called out. Nothing
“Taylor, c’mon, this isn’t funny, let’s go”. She heard no response, only the humming of generator and some shuffling sounds up the hall. Selena headed back up the hall, the only way to go. She peeked in every room on the way, calling out Taylor’s name.
One of the doors she happened upon was slightly opened. Taylor thought she heard some commotion inside. She opened the door and went in. “Taylor, are you in here?” She called out. Selena turned the corner and came upon a surreal scene.
Taylor’s completely naked form hung, suspended overhead by her wrists. Her red dress lay crumpled up in the corner of the room. A big red ball gag was lodged in her mouth. Coils of rope ran across her stomach and down to her crotch, the labial lips surrounding the rope. The trussed up blonde had a scared look in her eyes, and for a good reason. Beside her stood a large man, dressed all in black. His face was covered by a ski mask.
“Oh my God, Taylor!” exclaimed Selena”What are you doing to her???”
“A better question, bitch” replied the masked man in a gruff manner “what is going to come off?”
Selena just stood in place, frozen and panicked
“Get your little ass over here if you don’t want your friend to get hurt” Yelled the masked man.
Selena reluctantly walked over toward Taylor’s bound form, trying to avoid eye contact with their assailant.
“Taylor, are you okay?” she carefully asked.
The strange man grabbed a Selena by her hair. “She will be just fine, if both of you cooperate. Every time decide to disobey me, I will whip you raw. Are we clear?”
Both girls shook their heads yes.
The man looked at Selena. “You can start by taking off that dress”
Selena let out a small whine, the slowly started pulling off her black dress. The man grabbed her by the hips, pulled her in close and started fondling her exposed skin and hips. His touch made Selena shudder.
“C’mon, bitch, we don’t have all day.”
Selena pulled off the dress and stood there with nothing but her bra, and panties, shivering.
“What are you waiting for, slut? Take it ALL off.” Yelled the masked man.
Selena hesitated. “Please, no…” she started to say,
The man turned toward Taylor, grabbed her crotch rope and pulled it up, driving the rope deep into the blonde’s cunt. Taylor let out an agonized scream.
“Take them off, NOW!” repeated the captor.
Selena quickly obeyed, quickly pulling off her bra and panties. ” The shoes too, you stupid cunt” said the masked man. Selena kicked off the shoes. She stood there, naked, scarred, breathing heavily. Her cute round breasts fluttered in the cold.
The captor grabbed Selena by the throat from behind and pulled her close, pinching her nipple and speaking directly into her ear. “Now I have just one, simple rule. You do exactly as I say, and you don’t get hurt. Do you understand?”
“…yes” Selena replied in terrified voice.
“You are going to do exactly what I tell you to your hot little friend, aren’t you?” He guided the brunette toward Taylor’s bound body. “Aren’t you!?”
“YES” Selena repeated.
“You see that little nipple?” asked the masked man, pointing toward Taylor’s left tit.
Selena desperately shook her head yes.
“Suck it, now.” Demanded the man.
Selena, shaking with fright, obeyed, placing her tongue cautiously on Taylor’s nipple.
“C’mon, suck it, you little whore!” urged the masked man, tugging painfully on the brunette’s mane.
Selena enclosed the nipple with her lips and started to suck it, first cautiously, then more and more vigorously.
“Now, the other” instructed the man, pulling Selena’s head toward the other nipple. Selena complied, despite the pitiful moans and complaints by her best friend.
“Now, I want you to bite it” said the kidnapper.
Taylor started to protest. The masked man pulled on her crotch rope, eliciting another loud scream.
“Do what I tell, or your pretty little friend gets hurt.”
Selena obeyed the best she could. She carefully bit on Taylor’s nipple, trying to grasp it in her teeth without causing her friend too much pain.
“Now pull it” said the captor. Selena started to pull the nipple toward her. Taylor screamed out in pain and pulled away.
“We are going to continue to do it until we get it right” growled the masked man. Selena, ever so gently, bit at Taylor’s nipple again. Again, Taylor cried out, pulling away. Selena, fearing punishment from their kidnapper, bit at the nipple for the third time, squeezing it firmly between her teeth. Taylor’s reaction was much the same, but this time, she was unable to pull away. The cute blonde screamed even louder, and shook her head. Her protestations were of no use. Selena did not want to hurt her friend, but she was determined to obey the kidnapper in order to avoid further punishment.
“Now the other nipple” instructed the man. It took every ounce of strength to ignore the pitiful cries of her friend as she bit down on her left nipple and pulled. Taylor gave way, stepping forward s far as the rope around her wrists allowed her to.
“Gooooood” said the kidnapper, pulling Taylor away from Selena “Now get on your knees”
The frightened girl quickly obeyed.
“See that ass?” he asked her.
“…yyyyyees” moaned Selena, knowing she would not like whatever came next.
“Suck it” instructed the captor, pulling Selena by the hair and shoving the blonde’s face into Selena’s ass
Taylor started licking the inside of Selena’s butt cheeks, avoiding contact with the crotch rope.
Despite her efforts to be as non-invasive with her tongue as possible, she felt her friend’s body shudder.
Soon, after, she heard Taylor start moaning again. “Is she protesting or enjoying this?” Selena wondered.
“C’mon, lick it good” snarled their captor, grabbing Selena by the hair and pressing her even closer to Taylor’s ass cheeks. Selena liked all over, anywhere she could, to please her kidnapper. As Taylor continued to moan, Selena once again aimed her tongue between her friend’s butt cheeks. Just then, the captor pressed her face tight against Taylor’s ass.
At first Selena was confused, not sure what to do. Then she realized she could no longer breathe. She screamed “No”, but her protest was muffled by Taylor’s ass cheeks. Selena started to squirm, struggle and even push against her friend’s body with her unbound hands. All was for naught. She looked up at her captor, pleading with her eyes. The masked man only smiled.
“What’s the matter? Can’t breathe?”
Just when Selena was starting to feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen, her tormentor pulled her off. The brunette gasped for air. The man lifted her to her feet by her neck, handling her like a ragged doll.
“We have another game we will play.”
Selena was shaking violently. Its perhaps it was because the damp basement was also cold. Most likely it is because she was not only naked, but captive. Her breathing was ragged. Her mind was racing. In addition, the ball gag in her mouth made her drool copiously. Her wrists were tied up above her head. Another rope wound around her stomach and through her crotch.
Her friend Taylor was in an identical predicament. Their two crotch ropes were connected in the middle, looped through a large ring. As their captor pushed a button on his remote, the ring began to rise. Once the sphere was raised above their breasts, it began to tug on their crotch ropes, putting pressure on their exposed cunts. The two girls moved in closer to relieve the pressure. But as the ring kept rising, the captives were forced to stand on their toes.
“The game is simple, girls. When one of you tries to take the weight off your toes, your buddy gets it.”
Realizing the purpose of the devious contraption, Selena suddenly started to feel tired. Already her feet were burning under the weight of her body.
The captor approached Selena and started to fondle her helpless body. First her cunt, then up her stomach and her breasts. Selena could do little but let out a few pathetic protests and sobs.
“Leave her alone!” yelled Taylor. One stern look by the captor knocked all courage out of her. Taylor seemed to shrink as the man walked up to her slowly. He took out another ball gag and unceremoniously shoved it in Taylor’s mouth. He then took out a clothes pin and pinched Taylor’s nipple. Petrified, Taylor followed the pin with her eyes. When the pin squeezed her nipple, producing a sharp pain, Taylor moaned loudly. As the second clothespin was attached to her other nipple, Taylor stiffened up and started to whimper.
“Not so brave now, are you?” mocked the masked man.
The man turned his attention back to Selena, eliciting yet another whimper. He produced two more pins, and attached them to Selena’s defenceless tits. Selena screamed loudly as pain shot from her nipples and radiated to the rest of her body. The captor then went back fondling her.
“Just love it when chicks drool” he said. ” You are a sexy bitch, aren’t you?”
All Selena could do was mewl through her gag.
The kidnapper produced a whip, a cat-o-nine tails. Both girls took a sharp breath at the site of the instrument. The abductor smiled, taking notice. He grabbed a hold of Selena’s torso rope and pulled Selena backwards. The crotch rope became taught and Taylor let out a guttural scream.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?” Said the masked man. “Now let’s see if you will want to preserve yourself, or save your friend.”
The abductor proceeded to rain down a slew thrashes upon Selena’s ass. Selena screamed and started to move away from the whip. The masked man quickly adjusted, whipping her abdomen and her pussy instead. Reeling, Selena started to back up. The movement tightened the rope, producing a scream from Taylor. Her tormentor switched his target again, whipping Selena’s right tit instead. Selena moved away, to her left. Again the crotch rope tightened, sending Selena’s friend into a sexual agony. Her captor played her like a harp, all at the expense of her friend, and Selena knew it. She tried to stand still and spare Taylor any further pain, but the cruel whip kept stinging and Taylor kept moaning in agony.
By the time the last thrash of the whip landed, Selena was breathing heavily. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Well, that was fun, wasn’t it sweetheart? How about we let your friend have some.”
With that, the captor turned the whip on Taylor. As the continuous blows landed on her breasts, Taylor began retreating. Now it was Selena that wailed in pain. Just like Selena, her friend was easily manipulated. He whipped the blonde’s breasts until they were red. After that, the masked man went to work on her pussy. While Taylor suffered the sting of the whip, Selena was enduring her pussy torture.
The torturer proceeded to alternate whipping between the two girls, swinging the cat-o-nine tails from side to side. Both girls retreated, and both suffered the consequences. Tired and hurting, the two prisoners seemed to be on the edge. Their captor, however, was not planning on stopping anytime soon.
He pressed a button on his remote again. The ring holding their crotch rope rose even higher, this time several feet above their heads. The two girls were almost touching each other’s breasts, and they still had to stand on their toes. Their agonized protests had no effect.
The kidnapper groped Taylor’s petite breasts.
“You’ve been a bad little whore, haven’t you?” Taylor managed only a small, tortured moan.
“You know what we do to naughty bitches, don’t you?” Taylor shook her head, seemingly pleading for mercy.
He proceeded to whip the poor blonde on the ass. Taylor’s body shuddered with each impact. Selena suffered as well, moaning in pain every time her crotch rope tightened.
“Spread your legs, Blondie” commanded the masked man. Taylor obeyed immediately. The whip came out from under her, tagging her on her pussy. Taylor led out more screams, even more tortured than before, all for naught. Tears ran down Selena’s cheeks.
Dropping the whip, the captor proceeded to fondle Taylor’s nubile body. He roughly cupped her breasts, probed her pussy with his fingers, and even invaded her ass. Taylor shook in fear, cried and begged. The masked man was relentless however. Indeed, the girl’s feeble protests seemed to encourage him.
The only thing that stopped the assault was the sight of Selena a foot away. The helpless Latina watched her friend being fondled in a panicked silence. Her chest was rising and falling with great intensity. Her eyes were bulging. By all accounts she was a panicked mess. Yet she refused to make a sound, perhaps out of the same fear. Her captor took notice nevertheless.
“Don’t think I forgot you, ya little slut”, he said
He fondled her with the same ferocity as he did Taylor, eliciting panicked screams and loud sobs. Selena’s body shook uncontrollably as the masked man inserted two fingers into her pussy and teased her. Selena protested, shook her head and struggled as fiercely as her bonds allowed. But she was quickly aroused and was on the verge of an orgasm. At the last moment, her captor stopped, retracted the fingers from her pussy and gave sadistic laugh.
“We would not want to spoil the fun, now would we?”
He left the girls tied up and struggling. Their calves burned. Both captives tried to stay on their toes to avoid causing each other more pain. But with their bodies already spent and saturated with horror, the two girls kept losing their balance. The crotch rope rubbed against their pussies. Screams and moans filled the room.
Taylor was all set up for her next round of torture. She was spread eagled on the wall, her toes barely touching the ground to take some weight off her shoulders. Selena was sitting on the other side of the room, hands tried in a reverse prayer position. Though she had no gag on, the scared Latina knew better than to scream. Their captor made it perfectly clear that he was more than willing to carry out his threats and was only looking for an excuse to do it.
The captor was standing over her, admiring the trussed up form and teasing her defenceless genitals.
“What a beautiful sight” marvelled the sadistic creep. Taking out the flogger, he whipped Taylor’s breasts a few times. More screams and sobs followed.
“And what a beautiful sound. Music to my ears”. Another tear rolled down Taylor’s cheek. It travelled across her lower jaw and down her neck, joining a relentless stream of saliva rolling down Taylor’s chin. The ball gag caused the poor blonde to drool profusely. The sexual torture only made it worse.
The masked man waved over Selena:”Come here you little slut. The brunette quickly got up and approached the man, keeping her gaze down and avoiding any eye contact. Standing behind Selena, the captor grabbed her around the throat and pulled her bound form to him.
“We are going to play a little game. It’s called Kiss and Make it Better. I am going to show you where you friend is hurting, and you kiss it and make it better.”
With his free hand the captor took his flogger and started whipping Taylor’s left breast. Taylor cried struggled against her bonds.
“See that nipple?” he pointed at Taylor’s now swollen left areola” make it better, slut”.
Selena pounced upon the nipple, licking it, sucking it, caressing it with her tongue and lips. Taylor’s tit was already hard and swollen from the beating and the cold. Now her cries and moans were replaced, however briefly, by soft mewls. Meanwhile, their captor decided to whip Selena’s ass. The Latina moaned, taking care not to bite on her friend’s nipple.
After a minute the captor pulled Selena off Taylor by her hair. Selena yelped. Taylor’s whine had a small note of disappointment. The man swung his whip again, this time targeting Taylor’s right breast. The bound girl let out another scream and bucked against her bonds without much success. Seemingly delighting in her misery, he continued to whip the exposed mammary, increasing the intensity.
“Please Stop!!! Don’t hurt her! Do it to me instead!” begged Selena. The man stopped the whipping.
“Don’t worry; you will get yours in time. Now kiss that nipple and make it better.”
Quickly obeying, Selena started kissing and sucking on the swollen right nipple. Taylor’s agonized screams were quickly replaced by soft groans. Her body was no longer tense. Tired, Taylor rested her head on her right shoulder.
Her Bliss was short-lived. Pulling Selena away by her hair once again, the man let out a disgusted sigh.
“Look at her, slobbering all over. It’s disgusting.” Pointing to Taylor’s saliva soaked mouth and chin, the man instructed Selena to clean it up.
“Please just let us go” pleaded the tied up Latina,” we won’t tell anyone”.
Taking the whip once again, the man now targeted Taylor’s pussy. Taylor screamed in agony, even louder than before.
“Do what I say or I will whip her raw, you bitch. Clean her up!” he screamed. He did so without interrupting the whipping. He didn’t even miss a bit.
Selena went straight to work. While Taylor screamed and writhed in pain, her friend licked her ball gag, the inside of her lips, her chin, even her neck, all to clear away the copious amounts of saliva.
The man did not stop whipping Taylor. By then her private area was red from all the abuse.
“Do you want me to continue hurting your friend?” the man asked.
Selena desperately shook her head no.
The whipping stopped. “Good, kiss her pussy and make it better.”
Selena got down on her knees and started licking her friend’s pussy. The cries and sobs got a little softer and intermingled with satisfied moans.
“Oh, god, she is getting off on this” Thought Selena.
Indeed, the moans got longer and deeper. Meanwhile, their captor was arranging his instruments of torture.
“Spread your legs, bitch” He instructed Selena. The poor girl obeyed. “You don’t take your face out of your friend’s cunt. Do it and you will both pay for it”.
The terrified girl knew better. She continued to lick between the Taylor’s Labia. She continued to do so despite her obvious revulsion to the act. She continued to do so after the masked man brought a vibrator to her pussy and turned it on full blast. Both girls were now in forced sexual ecstasy. Selena did not want to be aroused by this torture, but to her great dismay, she was. Her arousal became even stronger when the masked man started to spank her exposed ass cheeks.
Selena’s mind was reeling. The sexual torture and the pain eventually overrode her inhibitions. The bound Latina licked her friend’s slit even more aggressively.
Taylor involuntarily reciprocated by thrusting her pelvis softly toward Selena. The moans became shorter and more frantic. The blonde’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her breathing became short and spastic. Selena tasted her friend’s flowing vaginal juices. She should have been disgusted with this. But he continued to lick her friend without skipping a beat. Selena would later try to rationalize it with her oxytoxin induced state. At the moment she was loving every minute of it.
Enraged, the masked man abandoned the vibrator and grabbed Taylor by her hair. “Did I tell you to cum?! Not without permission, you little whore. “He slapped her across the face. Taylor could only respond with pitiful whimpers and tears.
He turned his attention back to Selena. “Get down on the floor. On your back, quickly”
Selena laid down. The captor positioned her right next to Taylor and spread her legs.
“Move your legs and ill whip the hell out of your pussy”. He looked back at Taylor:”You have proven to be a worthless cunt. Looks like we’ll just have to have you do what you do best. See those cute little round tits your friend has? I want you to drool on them. Nothing but spitting on your friend while I get her to cum. Think you could handle that?”
The poor blonde was in hysterics. She could barely manage a nod.
“And you, chica, are going to lay there and keep your legs open. And when you are ready to cum, you will ask permission. Is that clear?”
Selena shook her head affirmatively.
The masked man licked his middle finger.
“Here it comes, you little cum bucket” he sneered before thrusting his digit into Selena’s pussy.
Selena first gasped, and then slowly sobbed. As the sexual tension started building in her body, she visibly strained the urge to respond to her molestation. This only encouraged her molester.
“No……NOOOOOOO……” Selena whispered rather than screamed. The moans were addressed more to her traitorous body. Not only did it not prevent her unwanted arousal, it encouraged her captor. He continued to finger fuck her with an even greater intensity.
“OHHHH GOOOOOOOD…. PLEASE…NOOO” Selena shook her head and alternated between begging and moaning. But her struggled proved useless. He hips began responding to stimulation, pumping up and down, faster and faster.
Taylor watched her friend lose control, towering over the bound girl and her captor, releasing a steady stream of saliva on her friend’s breasts. The blonde was scared, disgusted and humiliated. She was convinced that her ordeal could not get any worse.
Her captor proved her wrong. Still abusing Selena’s pussy with admirable skill, the masked man took out a vibrator from his back pocket and pressed it against Taylor’s labia.
“I don’t think it’s fair for your friend to have all the fun” he said and turned on the instrument to its highest setting. Taylor’s body recoiled in shock. The blonde howled through the ball gag and pressed herself against the wall in an effort to avoid the vibrator.
“Did I tell you to stop drooling, you little cunt? You think I am kidding? I WILL whip your friend raw. And after that I will do the same to you. Just try it, you little shit. Just give me a reason…”
It took all of Taylor’s strength to get back to her former position. She positioned herself over Selena’s bound form once again. She continued to soak her friend’s breasts with her saliva. She did it all despite the Vibrator spreading the sexual energy throughout her body and bringing her to near delirium.
Selena, meanwhile, has completely lost herself. She moaned loudly and continuously. She pumped her hips, and rolled her head back. Perhaps she was even enjoying herself, though she would never admit it.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHGAAAAAAAAAWWD……YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS”
Her body was getting more and more wound up. Between the finger fucking, the restraints and her friend’s saliva soaking her breasts and upper body, Selena was getting more and more turned on. Now she was about to go over the edge. Taylor, now hanging from the wall, rather than standing was in a similar condition.
“OH, GOD, I’M GONA CUM” screamed Selena.
“No, you don’t, you worthless cunt. Not without my permission.” Growled the masked man
Selena let out a long moan, this one to suppress the ever building orgasm. The captor did not skip a beat, continuing to molest Selena while massaging Taylor’s pussy with the tip of a vibrator. Taylor started moaning even louder. Her body began weakened more and more. Sexual spasms began to rock through her muscles.
“Can I PLEEEEEASE cum, mister” Selena begged once again.
“I SAID NOT YET, YOU WORTHLESS WHORE!!!” the captor shot back
Selena’s breaths became more and more panicked. The naked girl writhed on the floor moaning helplessly. She was on the verge of losing all control and she no longer cared.
Right around that time Taylor let out a long erotic moan, and then tried to hold her breath. Her effort failed and she let out another scream. She threw back her head. Her eyes rolled backed. Her pussy twitched, and then let out a stream of vaginal juices. The juices dripped on Selena’s breasts and neck.
“Now you can cum, you little whore!” yelled the masked man. Selena needed no more encouragement. A guttural moan escaped her throat. She arched her back as a gigantic orgasm ripped through her tiny body.
The masked man put down the vibrator, stood up and took off his pans. Selena, lost in the depths of sexual abyss, did not know how long it took the man to masturbate. She was only slightly aware that his hot cum sprayed her on her face, mouth and hair. She heard the man moan, then zip himself up and walk away. She heard it, but she was in no condition to process any of it.
Selena laid there, tired, limp and soaking. After a few minutes she came out of her daze, aware that her friend Taylor was still hanging off the wall by her bonds. Taylor made no sound, save for an occasional sob. She looked down, staring into empty space. A steady stream of saliva continued to flow from her mouth, down the ball gag and on to Selena’s exposed body.
Selena spoke quickly, almost angrily, all to keep herself from crying:” You can stop spitting on me now”.
Taylor was in hysterics when the masked man returned and unbuckled her bonds. She him no resistance when he took her to another room. Selena was similarly manhandled. Now she was suspended by her wrists, her ankles separated by a steel bar. The man did not bother to gag her. By then the poor girl knew that, no matter how loud she screamed or begged, nobody but the masked sadist would hear her. She was still in shock when her captor finished securing her bonds. When he left the room, the terror of anticipation made Selena tremble violently. She was bound in the middle of room, spread eagled by the straps attached to the walls. Her feet were still touching the ground, but she could not pull her thighs together to protect her exposed snatch.
Her fears were soon confirmed. The masked man returned to the room with Taylor. Selena’s friend was once again helplessly bound. Ropes encircled her torso and breasts. Her arms were tied in the back, wrists and elbows held together by rope. Fresh tears stained the blonde’s cheeks.
“Oh, god, please, don’t make me do this” she begged.
Selena did not know what their captor wanted of her until Taylor was brought into her line of sight. By then the cruel intentions of the captor became perfectly clear. Hanging off Taylor’s hips was a long rubber dildo.
The sight of the phallus sent Selena into a panicked frenzy. She gasped, whimpered and struggled with her bonds to no avail.
“Don’t tell me you never wanted to fuck your cute little friend” sneered her captor.
“Please, don’t do this. You can do anything you want to me. Just don’t make me do this” cried Taylor. The poor girl could not even bring herself to mention the despicable act she was being forced to perform.
The captor shook his head in an act of disappointment. He let go of Taylor and approached Selena, producing a small, shin whip from his pocket. Without missing a bit he swung the whip at Selena’s exposed breasts.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!”
Selena let out an agonized scream. A thin, angry welt appeared across her left breast, including her quickly swelling nipple.
The masked man did not even pause, continuing his initial motion with his right hand raised the whip once again, then savagely thrust it across Selena’s other areola. The impact was even louder than the first. So was Selena’s second scream.
“STOP! PLEASE!” yelled Taylor. Her plea was drowned out by Selena’s agonized screams.
The masked man whipped let tit again, then her right. His evil gaze fell upon Selena’s exposed clit. Selena saw the gaze just before the masked man aimed his whip. The thrust was stopped by Taylor’s desperate scream.
“I’LL DO IT”. For a minute the whole room went still. The whip hung in the air. Selena was sobbing her knees and hands shaking violently.
“You’ll do what?” Asked the man with savage satisfaction in his voice.
“I’ll fuck my friend” whispered Taylor, “I’ll do whatever you want me to do”.
Grabbing her hair, the captor smiled. “That is what I like to hear. Now go on, that pussy ain’t gonna fuck itself. With that, he pushed the bound girl toward her friend. Taylor shuffled forward, avoiding Selena’s gaze, ashamed of what she was about to do.
The Penis dildo appeared to be made of rubber, though thick and solid, its tip hung down limply. Taylor approached Selena close enough to Selena’s exposed groin. The trussed up Latina recoiled slightly from the contact.
“How am I supposed to stick it in her?” thought Taylor. She tried bending her knees and thrusting out her hips, but without her n she saw no way of putting the dildo inside her friend’s vagina. She dared not ask the masked man for fear of further punishment. Selena stared back at Taylor, trying to help her friend by thrusting her hips forward as well. All the struggle had accomplished was heavy breathing by both girls.
“You stupid bitch” snarled their captor, “haven’t you ever fucked someone with a dildo before?”
He grabbed the dildo and roughly shoved the tip into Selena’s defenceless vagina. Selena let out a long whine. The captor pushed Taylor closer to Selena, making their hips, stomachs and breasts touch. This also made the dildo enter even further into the vagina.
Taylor slowly started to thrust her hips. Selena sucked in her breath. Small tears appeared in her eyes.
“I am so sorry” whispered Taylor. Selena just mewled through the ball gag.
A whip landed across Taylor’s ass. “C’mon, show me you mean it” growled the masked man.
Taylor pumped faster. Selena’s body stiffened up. Their bodies became one. Their stomachs pressed against each other. Their nipples ground together. Taylor started to breathe deeper and deeper. Her body started to betray her, reciprocating to the abuse. She started to sweat and pump her hips. Erotic moans, small at first, then growing, escaped her mouth. She pressed her forehead against Taylor’s shoulder. She was no longer in control of herself.
The whip hit Taylor’s exposed flesh faster and faster. The harder it hit, the faster the girl pumped. The faster Taylor pumped, the closer Selena came to losing control. Selena was in a pain fed frenzy. Her ass was on fire from the whipping. Sweat rolled down her face. All she knew was she had to keep fucking. And she fucked with abandon. Selena’s moans transformed into wails. Wails turned into screams. Finally the dam burst. A guttural scream escaped Selena’s throat.
The masked man grabbed Taylor by the hair and pulled her away from Selena, The dildo, dripping with vaginal juices, easily slid out. Selena let out one final moan. Her knees gave out. She sagged against her bonds, exhausted.
No longer in the pain fuelled frenzy, Taylor felt absolutely exhausted. Seeing her friend hanging by her arms, her eyes staring out in the emptiness, her body ravaged by the whip, brought Taylor to tears. She would have collapsed on her knees had it not been for her sadistic captor holding her up by her hair. He only drank in the pain and misery of his captives.
“Did you enjoy fucking your friend, you little slut?”
Taylor shook her head no and got whipped on the breast for it.
“You damned liar” snarled the masked man” you liked it and you know it”.
He led Taylor around to the back of Selena. Letting go of her mane, he stuck his finger in her face
“I’ve got another treat for you. You stay right here. Move and both of you will regret it”
He then turned his attention to Selena.
“Did I tell you that you were done? Get up, you lazy whore!”
Selena struggled to get her feet under her. The masked man helped her up, lifting her by grabbing both her nipples. Selena squealed, but managed to get up.
“I am not done with you yet. We know you like it in the cunt. Now we will see if you like it in he ass”
Selena nearly lost it. She shook her head and begged through the gag. No matter how loudly she begged, she could not stop the man from going through with it.
The man grabbed Taylor once again. “Please!!! Don’t make me do this.” She begged “I’ll do anything else. I’ll blow you. Ill You can fuck me however you want. Please, I’ll do ANYTHING!!!”
“You WILL do anything, bitch” said the captor “and you will start by fucking your friend in the ass. Now, re you going to do what I tell you, or should I hurt your friend again?” Taylor sobbed and cried, but allowed the man to bring her closer to Selena.
The man grabbed Selena by the hair and talked into her ear. “You WILL get ass fucked, bitch. How painful it will be will be up to you. Resist, and I guarantee you, it will hurt a lot. Relax and let your friend in, and it might hurt a little. Got it?”
Selena shook her head affirmatively. Even with that, she shook like a leaf as Taylor approached her and squealed when her captor spread her ass cheeks. She recoiled when she felt the dildo rub up between her legs. The masked man deliberately took his time, trying to build up tension and a sense of terror in the girl’s mind. When the tip of the dildo pressed up against her sphincter, Selena let out a quick yelp.
“Open sesame” said the captor, laughing and evil laugh.
Selena tried to relax. But the rubber invading her rectum was not a pleasant feeling. The thick head of the phallus slowly parted the muscle. Selena moaned in pain. Taylor tried to insert the dildo into her friend as slowly as possible in order to spare her friend any unnecessary pain. The masked man had other ideas. The whip kissed Taylor’s exposed butt cheeks once more.
“C’mon, you little slut. While we’re young.”
With the penis only a quarter of the way in, Taylor redoubled her efforts. She pushed harder. Selena let out an agonizing scream. Every muscle in her body was taut. The abuse hat her rectum was under must have been excruciating.
“I am sorry, I am so sorry…” Taylor kept repeating, trying to keep herself from crying.
The blonde breathed a sigh of relief when the dildo was all the way in. Selena, though still tense, was no longer doubled over in pain. The respite was short lived.
Another crack of the bat got both girls back on their toes.
“What are you waiting for? Start ass fucking your friend, or I’ll do it for you. And I promise, I won’t be as gentle as you”. Taylor knew the threat was real.
She looked pleadingly at Selena. Her friend’s gaze was that of dread and fear. The diminutive Latina, shaking and sweat soaked, was at the end of her strength.
Taylor carefully withdrew her hips and gently thrust them. Selena yelped. Taylor gave another thrust, this one even gentler than before.
“Whaaat the fuck is THIS?” growled the masked man in annoyance “Looks like I’ll have to do the job myself”.
“NO!!!” screamed Taylor. ”No, please, ill do it myself”
“You had your chance, bitch. It’s my turn now”. The man was about to separate them.
Taylor gave one quick thrust, then another, never slowing down. Selena moaned loudly.
“See, I’ll do it. I promise.” The man backed off.
Taylor continued to plough Selena. She thrust hard and fast, over and over. It was obvious that her friend was in pain. She screamed almost continuously, stopping only to catch a few ragged breaths. Her back was arched; her fingers tightly grasped the chains attached to her cuffs. Taylor told herself that she did to keep Selena from getting raped by a total stranger. But somewhere, deep in her sub consciousness, Taylor was turned on by this ordeal. And this scared her far more than the whips, chains and rubber dildos.
Selena screamed until she could scream no more. Her eyes started to roll into the back of her head. Her ankles gave out she once again hung limply by her wrists.
“All right, that’s enough” said the man. He pulled Taylor off Selena.
“Oh, God is she okay” panicked Taylor, “is she OKAY???”
“Shut up” said the man. He leaned over Selena and grabbed her by the chin. Selena, battered and exhausted, still managed to look straight at her captor and mumble something through her gag.
“Yeah, the pampered little bitch is okay”
The two girls were lying naked, face to face, on the floor. Their wrists and ankles were tied up. So were their shoulders, tied together in a tight knot. Normally this would be quite painful. But both girls, battered and abused were just happy to have a little respite before the next round of punishment. Neither girls were gagged, if only for the moment. Taylor still wore the rubber dildo.
“You really scared me, Selena, are you okay” whispered Taylor.
Selena nodded her head and crawled closer to her friend.
“I am so scared” went on Taylor “Why is he doing this?” what does he WANT from us?”
“Shhhhhh. It will be ok, Taylor”
The blonde almost broke down to tears “I hope so. I really do…”
“It will be okay” repeated Selena. She then reached out and lightly kissed Taylor on the lips.
Surprised, Taylor could only stare blankly at the girl in front of her
“Oh, god, Taylor, I am so sorry…” Selena started to apologize. Taylor did not let her finish, planting a kiss of her own, this one long and hard. After that, there was no stopping it. They kissed passionately and desperately. Their lips and tongues caressed each other. The girls inched closer to each. Their nipples, hips and thighs rubbed up against each other in a sudden frenzy.
The frenzy was short-lived.
“And now, for my favourite part of the show” announced their captor.
He grabbed Selena by the elbow ad pulled her to her feet. Taylor assumed the worst
“No! Don’t you dare touch her, you creep!!!”
The masked man ignored her. Pulling the tied up Selena to her feet he stood her right in front of him, staring her down. Selena, scared and intimidated, tried to shrink away from the intimidating figure.
This only made the man smile. He slapped her on the ass once, then twice, all while groping Selena’s breast with his other hand. Selena could only sob in response.
“Tell me you like this” demanded the man.
“I like it!” Selena managed to say between her sobs
“Tell me you are a nasty slut” said the man
“I’m a nasty slut!” tears rolled down Selena’s face.
“Did you get your $2000 worth?” asked the man
“Yes” said Selena, breathing out a heavy sigh
“Where is the money?” demanded the masked man
“What money? What’s going on???” the confused Taylor asked.
“Shut up” the man commanded, then turned back to Selena “Where is the money?
“In my purse” answered Selena.
“Gooooood. Now, if you try really hard, you might be able to free yourselves in about 45 minutes or so. If you want to do this again, you have my number”. He let go of Selena. “And you, blondie, that dildo really becomes you.”
Just like that, the masked man made his exit, leaving the two girls naked and tied up
“What did he mean about the money” asked Taylor
“I am sorry” said Selena, struggling against her bonds.
“You are sorry??? Did you PAY for this to happen?” asked Taylor incredulously.
“Taylor, I am sorry…I thought you would like it” Selena pleaded
“Like it?” screamed Taylor “I am not into this kind of SHIT”
Selena continued to apologies profusely while bending down and trying to untie the knot around Taylor’s wrists. Taylor’s continued her tongue lashing for the hour and a half that it took to get free. Taylor was mad. When Taylor had her hands free, she quickly untied Selena’s wrists and elbows, and then stormed off, leaving Selena to untie her feet. Taylor found her dress, surprisingly still intact, and started to put it on.
“Taylor, wait, let me explain” pleaded Selena.
Taylor realized she still had the dildo on. She unstrapped it and threw it at Selena, who just managed to avoid the flying piece of rubber. Taylor was in no mood to talk. She put on her panties, pulled down her skirt and stormed out of the room.
“Taylor! Wait!” Selena just managed to free herself from the ropes. Grabbing her underwear and dress she ran down the hall, dressing in the process. By the time she ran out into the parking lot, Taylor’s car was gone.

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THREE GUYS BREAK DOWN ON THE ROAD

Three guys were driving down an old country road during a thunderstorm when their car broke down. One of the guys said he thought he saw a hotel a little ways back, so they decided to walk to the hotel. When they got there they asked the owner if there was any spare rooms they could stay in because their car broke down and they had nowhere to stay.
The owner, being nice, said that because it was a big storm and it would last for three days that they could stay there. The problem was there were no spare rooms so the owner said one of them could sleep with his daughter and the other two could sleep in the lobby. They could rotate sleeping arrangements during the three days. But he said if any of them had sex with his daughter he would kill them.
So after the three days passed they were about to leave and the owner said, “Hold on a minute. If you had sex with my daughter your dick will fall off because I strapped a razor blade to her bajina. So pull down your pants!”
The first guy pulls down his pants and his dick falls off, so the owner shoots him. Same with the second guy. But when the third guy pulls down his pants nothing happens, so he opens up his mouth to laugh and his tongue falls off.

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Going Back Home Part 1

Hello readers this is my first story so give me feedback, I’d greatly appreciate it. If people enjoy this story enough I’ll consider doing another. This story doesn’t really relate to anything in my life and the names and such are pretty much random so any likeness to anyone or anything in the text is purely coincidental. So with that all said and done enjoy!
Let me start this story by describing myself , my name is Jimmy I’m 14 and I stand at 5’9 190 lbs. Yeah I’m pretty overweight, but I don’t eat a lot I just don’t get much exercise. So its the summer after 8th grade and I was told that I will be moving to Boston before school starts by my mother. Needless to say I was destroyed by the sudden news. I’d lived in the Lowell for almost 10 years now.
I knew i didn’t have to start packing my things until August, so that meant I had about one months until then. I wanted to spend time with all my friends before I left, but more importantly I wanted to hang out with my best friend Casey. She and I had been friends for about a year now but we were comfortable around each other. I met her through my old friend who I knew since the fourth grade, they were dating back when i first met her. My friend’s name was Hunter and unlike me he had a large amount of girlfriends throughout elementary and middle school. I didn’t think that I was really all that ugly , I guess it was my lack of confidence that kept me from having one for so long. I was pretty social and I had a lot of friends but never got to that level with any of them. I never even got to the level of best friends with anyone until Casey.
As I went through middle school I found a large interest in two things girls, and football. I wasn’t very athletic so I was usually picked somewhere around last for flag football but i still loved playing it. Hunter and i would talk smack back and forth throughout the games , even though he was much better than I was. Pretty much after every game we would go to a grassy spot where Casey and some of her friends would watch us play, and just joke around until we had to go home. Casey and Hunter didn’t really kiss all to much and held hands most of the time they were together. I always found it a bit odd considering they were going out for so long.
Anyway back to my moving and such. I got out my phone and began to text Casey. I told her about me moving and how I wanted to hang out soon. She just sent me a sad face and tole me to go to her house on Saturday. It was a Wednesday when she sent that. I had been to her house about half a dozen times and her grandmother and two sisters seemed to enjoy my company. After I told her that I would see her Saturday, I began to call and text other friends to see when they were free. By the end of the day i had 8 or 9 plans riddled around the next month. The most recent one i had was to go to the movies with my friend Ana and her friend Amanda in 2 hours. I told my mom about all my upcoming plans and she just nodded and told me she’d take me to the movies.
Two hours quickly passed and I was arriving at the movie theaters. I saw both the girls near the front giggling about something. I got out of the car and waved at my mom as she left. Let me describe Ana and her friend. Ana was about 5’5 with auburn hair and big brown eyes, I guessed she had B cup breasts and and toned legs leading to a small but firm looking ass. Amanda was about 5’7 with dirty blond hair and piercing blue eyes her breasts looked a bit larger than Ana’s and her ass was a tad larger. They were both wearing mid thigh jean shorts that showed there long toned legs. Both girls placed soccer and it showed when you looked at there thighs and calves. Ana saw me and immediately darted over to me she yelled my name and jumped onto me latching her arms and legs around me. She was saying something but it was all muffled because her face was mushed into my shirt. My eyes went looked down at the top of her head and then at her friend who looked at us with a puzzled smile on her face. Ana’s body felt so warm pressed up against mine. After a couple seconds of awkward silence her grip on me loosened and I was able to pry her off of me. She was looking up at me with a large smile and i returned it as i spoke. “Well hello to you too.” I said as a warm gust pasted my face allowing me to smell her perfume, it was intoxicating.
Ana looked back at her friend and gestured her over to us. When she began to walk towards us Ana turned and spoke. “This is Amanda, she’s on my soccer team.” She said pointing at her as if I could think she was talking about someone else. Amanda just gave me a small smirk and waved. I waved back and we began to walk in to get our tickets and watch the movie. We had about 15 minutes before the movie started so Amanda went to the bathroom. Ana turned to me as soon as her friend left and started to talk. ” Jimmy im gonna miss you when your gone.” She stated as her hips slowly moved from side to side.
“Yeah I’m gonna miss you too.”I said looked at the ground and then back at her. Ana wasn’t really a knockout but she had that girl next door look. Her face seemed to light up after my reply.
“I wanna ask you a question.” She paused then looked at me, I just nodded and she looked down before speaking. “Why haven’t you ever…. you know like asked me out or tried to kiss me or anything. You know I like you so why haven’t you done anything.” She looked back up at me and her eyes a bit watery. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her and held a bit closer to me.
“Well how would I know that someone as cute and great like you would like someone as fat me?’ I asked looking down at her. It was a real surprise to me that she liked me. I had always just assumed that she was just acting friendly towards me i never took it as flirting or anything even close to that. I never really had it in my mind that she or anybody would like me in that sort of way so i never really thought about it. But now I was. ‘Why can’t you see things that are right in your face? You fat fucking idiot.’ I thought to myself as I held the girl tightly to me.
She looked up at me with a sort of confused look. ” You really think I’m that shallow?” She said with a tint of anger in her voice. She pushed her arms between them and created some distance from me and stared at me waiting for me to say something.
I just looked down at her with my mouth open and odd sounds escaped them . I sighed and took a deep breathe, trying to regain my composure. ” No i just never thought you’d be interested in me. I’m just so sorry that I’m so stupid and that I finally see it now when I have limited time with you.” I was looking into her big brown eyes and just couldn’t resist her. I lowered my head and pressed my lips against hers. I felt her body tense up but it soon relaxed and her fingers ran along my neck. Her lips tasted a bit like strawberries and i could feel her tongue lightly brush my lips. Our kiss ended when we heard someone loudly clear their throat behind Ana. We both looked in the direction of the sound and saw Amanda grinning widely at us both. My face was getting hot and red to showcase my embarrassment. She told us that the movie was starting and we both quickly walked to the dark room as the previews rolled on. The movie was about some middle aged woman trying to get custody over her child after she was convicted of some crime, but I wasn’t really paying attention to it. My mind was just replaying the kiss over and over and over again. I didn’t even notice that the movie ended until everyone got up and the screen went black. I got up and stretched then looked at the two girls who were chatting about something.
I called my mom to tell her the movie was over and that she could come pick me up. As I walked out of the room I turned to see Ana talking to Amanda. Before I could even open my mouth she grabbed me and pulled me to a bench and sat me down. “I liked that kiss i really did but……. I’ve been in a long distance relationship before and it just doesn’t work out.” she said as she held my hands in hers. I just looked down with a disappointed look on my face. she cupped my face in her hands and made me lift my head. She leaned in and planted a soft kiss on my lips. I just murmured that it was fine and she got up. I was a bit startled by Amanda’s hand on my thigh. I quickly twisted my neck but she was behind me so i couldn’t see her face.
I felt her warm breath up against my ear and it made my heartbeat quicken. Her hand made small circles on my thigh and was dangerously close to my growing erection. ” She told me about you moving to Boston. My grandparents live there and since you and her aren’t going out I was thinking that maybe next time I went over to visit them , I could call you and we could hang out.” With the last statement she flicked her tongue on my earlobe and gave my cock a quick squeeze. I was speechless and the combination of her breasts pressed onto my back , her warm breath on my ear and her hand placement had my mind in turmoil. I felt her body slowly get up and I saw her ass sway from side to side and then my eyes moved up to her face. She was looking back at me and biting her lip. This made my cock twitch and bounce in my jeans which caused me a bit of pain.
Thankfully my boner subsided before my mom arrived. The next two days went by uneventfully except for a trip to the mall with Hunter on Friday. It was Saturday morning and my mom brought me to Casey’s house. I knocked on the door and was greeted by Ashley. Ashley was Casey’s friend and they had been friends for 9 years. Ashley was a grade below us but she was born the same year as me, unlike Casey who was born a year before me but in the same grade as me. I said hi to Ashley and she told me that the only people in the house was her and Casey. I closed the door behind me and followed her into the living room. Casey was sprawled out on the floor watching t.v. Ashley plopped down onto the couch and resumed watching t.v with Casey. Casey is 5’6 with light brown hair, hazel eyes, tan skin and B cups , her ass wasn’t much to look at though. Ashley on the other hand has a firm little bubble butt her hair and eyes were darker than Casey’s but her skin was fairer and her boobs were a bit smaller. Casey was wearing a black tank top and long pajama pants. Ashley was showing more skin in her white tank top and tight black shorts that ended about half an inch under her ass.
I thought that Ashley didn’t really like me, not saying that she disliked me but she seemed neutral towards me. I sat down next to her and all three of us watched the television for a while before Ashley got a call from her boyfriend and left up to Casey’s bedroom to talk to him. Soon after Casey went to take a shower. I saw some keys next to me and I thought they were Ashley’s, so I went up to give them to her. When i opened the door i saw her weeping into a pillow. “Oh sorry Ashley I just wanted to give you your keys.” I placed the keys on the dresser and sat down next to her. “Wanna tell me what happened?” I asked her. She sniffled twice and began to tell me about how her boyfriend cheated on her. I pulled her close to me and she asked me why men are such assholes. “I don’t know maybe we just can’t help in when girls like you make us crazy all day long. We just don’t know how to handle ourselves when you walk around looking the way you do.” I replied with a smile trying to cheer her up. When I saw her smile I knew I succeeded. My eyes widened when she rose her head to make her lips meet mine. Her body was nudging me and she gently pushed me onto my back.
She straddled my stomach and put her hands on my shoulders to ease her head down to meet mine. I felt her tongue jab my lips and i opened them to let her probe my mouth with it. Our tongues danced for a while and I almost didn’t notice her grinding her groin into my stomach. Our lips parted and she stared down at me for a little bit still grinding into me. Her breasts felt so soft on my upper torso and they bounced a bit when she rose up higher. I looked at her crotch and was able to make out a wet spot on the black shorts. She leaned back and by her facial expression I’m sure she felt my erection on her ass. She grinned and slid down my body until her head was leveled with my dick and her hand went down to my zipper. She unzipped my fly and grabbed my hard cock and got it out of the prison that was my boxers. She looked at my cock as it bounced and stood proudly. I got goosebumps when she blew cold on the swollen head. I looked down at her , she gave me a slight grin then engulfed my head with her warm mouth. I almost came at that very moment but I somehow held it in for a while longer. The slurping sounds she made just heightened the pleasure. A couple of minutes passed and a i felt the pressure in my balls rise. “Im gonna cum soon.” I muttered and she sped up her bobbing. I felt my balls tightened and my sperm begin to erupt from my head.I lifted my hips up into her mouth. Her mouth stayed latched onto my head for a bit longer. When she finally released it i heard a loud audible pop.
I saw her swish my cum in her mouth for a bit and swallow it. She gave me a large smirk. i tucked my soft meat back into my boxers and sat up looking at her. ” I thought it would taste a really bitter but it wasn’t that bad.” I locked my lips with hers again and let my left hand roam to her breast and then put my right hand drift down to her pussy and rub it in small circles. She was moaning into my mouth i could feel her nipple getting harder against my palm. I slid my left hand down her stomach and let my fingers lie on top of her waistband. My fingers coiled around It and slowly pulled her shorts down. She backed up and took the shorts completely off, throwing them to the floor and her cotton panties followed shortly after. I was now staring at the first pussy I’d ever seen in real life. Her glistening lips and her clitoris that peeked out of its hood were staring back at me. I quickly grabbed her around her waist, bringing her pussy to my lips. Now that it was so close i was able to see the short black hairs she had above her mound. i could smell her anticipation and it drove me insane. I stuck my tongue and gave her clitoris a quick flick with it. I knew that it was very sensitive from all the porn I watched. I used my fingers to spread her lips and kissed the pink flesh. I ran my tongue up her slit and poked it into her a couple of times. I took my index finger and popped it into her tight awaiting hole. I directed my attention to her clitoris and flicked it up and down as she began to thrash in my arms. I guessed she was having an orgasm began her body was tensing up so i put my mouth over her hole. I thought that if she tasted my cum I might as well taste hers. I lapped up her thick juices as she flooded my mouth with them. She began to relax but i was still slowly licking up and down her slit.
We both heard the water in the bathroom shut off and she hurried to get her clothes back on. When Casey entered the room she told me to get out because she had to change and I left going to the bathroom. I didn’t want to wash Ashley’s juices off of me but I knew explaining the smell would be a hard thing to do. So I stood at the sink and splashed water all over my face and dried off. When I came out of the bathroom I noticed that both girls were back downstairs in the living room. I joined them and left about an hour later. On the way home all I could think about was Ashley’s blowjob and how her pussy tasted.
The rest of my time in Lowell went by way to fast and soon I was organizing things into my new room in Boston. When school came along I signed up for football. My piggish body allowed me to be a lineman. But I slimmed down and was moved to tight end and linebacker my sophomore year. Throughout my freshman year Amanda came by about 6 times and we would give each other oral sex because she didn’t want to have vaginal sex yet. My sophomore year i was 2nd string on varsity and that made getting girls a lot easier. In the beginning of my junior year my mother told me we were going to move back to Lowell, in July. I never really asked why. In my junior year I started and already had some school scouting me.
My school was in the playoffs and we had made it all the way to semi-finals, Our opponents were actually the high school i was going to attend next year. In the fourth quarter it was 8 to 8 and they had the ball. The quarterback for the team was Hunter and he was having a very good day, he had no turnovers a touchdown and about 350 yards passing. We were playing in zone and i crept up to the line as if I was going to blitz. Hunter fell for it and call a curl by is tight end. The only problem was that when he ran the route it was in my zone. I guess he hadn’t seen me or thought i couldn’t react fast enough. The ball left his hand and was going towards his tight end but I leaped up and snatched it out the way. I made a dash for the endzone but only got to their forty-five before their running back tripped me up. My coach called a 4 receiver set so I was off the field there only 30 seconds left in the game and our quarterback heaved a bomb up to our shortest receiver. The safety extended and intercepted it pretty easily. But unlike me he had tremendous speed and was able to weave his way into a touchdown. I felt my heart drop as I looked at the time and saw we only had 19 seconds left. After the kick-off coach put me in the slot and made me run a go route. So I streaked down the field in pretty much a straight line. I saw the ball up in the air and I knew I just had to go up and snatch it. The safety that had the pick six was looming over me so I had to turn to go up and catch it. I was able to bring it down but I was downed at the ten yard line. I looked up and saw the time dwindle down to zero. one side of the stadium erupted in cheers and screaming the other grew silent. The game was over and they had beaten us by one touchdown and and two point conversion. All the players and coaches went to the 50 yard line to shake hands and such. I was at the end and Hunter was at the end of his. After shaking hands they began to talk.
‘Hey Hunter, next year if I i catch your pass in a game it won’t be an interception.” I said with a grin. I didn’t know if he would get what i was trying to tell him. The huge grin on his face told me he did. They talked about the game for a bit and then the subject moved to girlfriends. “So how is Casey?” Hunter just sighed and shook his head.
“I broke up with her man. She was kind of a prude. We only did it like three times. I could do it three times a day with three different girls if I wanted to.’He said kind of cockily and with a chuckle at the end. Hunter was douche at times but he was trustworthy when it came to anything besides girls. he’s the kind of guy that would fuck your girlfriend with you two feet away but wouldn’t even steal a quarter from you or lie about fucking your girlfriend.
“Oh really I didn’t know you two broke up I kind of lost touch with her after my first year here.’ I said before hearing my coach yell at me to get my ass to the bus. “See ya next year man” I said to hunter before waving and jogging to the bus we would take back home. It turned out that they lost in the finals to Everett.
The rest of the school year dragged on and Amanda’s grandparents passed away so she never came back. I got a couple of random handjobs and blowjobs as year progressed but I was still a technically a virgin. I called Amanda and told her I would be moving back soon and she told me that I should call Ana because she was always asking about me whenever she knew that Amanda was going to Boston. So I did as she said and called Ana .Her voice was just as sweet and soft as I remember it. I told her i was coming back home and she shrieked in excitement she pretty much begged me to go on a date with her. Although there was really no need to as I would’ve said yes anyway. We set up a time and a place and we said goodbye to each other.
Soon it was time to pack and move again. We left early so we got to our new home around eight AM. I had my licenses and my mom let me use her car often so i went to a diner a little ways away to get something to eat while my mom set her room up. When I got to the diner i ordered some eggs and bacon. i heard some girls giggling and laughing. i turned my head and saw that there were three girls , around my age maybe a year younger. I smiled widely when i saw that one of them was Ashley. My food hadn’t arrived yet so I got up and made my way over to them. They went silent when I got close. “Hey Ashley. Remember me, Jim….Casey’s old friend.” Ashley just stared at me and looked me over a couple times. I waved my hands and snapped my fingers. As an attempt to get her out of the trance she seemed to be in. She blinked rapidly a few times and stuttered a bit. I heard a woman call me and when i turned i saw that it was the waitress telling me my food was ready. “Well I’ll see you around Ashley.” i said walking back to my table.
The food wasn’t all to great but it didn’t make me want to throw up either. I paid and tipped the waitress before I left. I headed back home and found my mom snoring on her mattress. I put all my things into my room and laid on my bed for a nap. I woke up at about twelve forty-five , I groaned getting out of bed and saw that my mom was still sleeping. I decided to call Casey and see whats she’s up to. When i called she seemed upset but cheered up when I told her I could come over to hang out. I got my keys and got into my car. I’m not sure why and how I remembered the way to her house but I just did. I knocked on her door, when it opened i saw her and i immediately saw what time had down to her and her body. Unlike Ashley who’s body stayed pretty much the same and just looked a bit older, Casey’s body matured and nicely might I add. her breasts had grown to C’s and her body now resembled an hour glass pretty well. I didn’t notice that she was staring at me because my eyes were fixated on her body. When I did finally notice it I saw she had the same look that Ashley did. “Ashley told me you had grown to be fucking hot but I didn’t know how right she was.”
I just chuckled at her statement and walked inside. When I did three sets of eyes were staring at me. Ashley, Casey’s grandmother and Casey’s sister were all staring at me. I felt a bit uncomfortable but shook the feeling as I want to sit next to Ashley. Casey came and sat next to me but didn’t say anything. I didn’t really know what to do so I just hummed a bit. After a few minutes everyone went back to whatever they were doing before. I turned to Casey who was still looking at me then back at Ashley who was also staring at me. “Okay can I just know why you guys keep looking at me?” I said turning my head from side to side.
“Well you just look so different now. Your actually cute now. It just seems weird” Ashley blurted. I looked over at Casey to see if she felt the same way. By the look plastered on her face I could tell she did. I just laughed and shook my head.
“Really? Wow thats dumb. And Casey haven’t you looked in the mirror? Your not hard to look at. Ashley you’ve always been told your hot so no need to remind you of that.” I said smirking at both girls. We talked for about two hours just catching up and talking about our senior year and Ashley’s junior year. Somehow we got to dates and i said i had one for tomorrow with Ana. Both of there smiles subsided at the mention of me having a date. I don’t understand why.
I left shortly after that and saw that my mom was awake but still in bed. I looked at the clock it was already five o’clock. I took a shower and then watched television until I fell asleep. I woke up with morning wood and remedied it by jerking off in the shower. It was eight and my date was in three hours. Those three hours passed sluggishly. I got into the car and drove to her house. I didn’t know she was home alone. we were watching a move but halfway through it we were just making out rather than actually watching the movie. She told me to follow her ,I did and soon i was in her bedroom. She jumped onto the bed and laid down. Now i was able to really see her and how much she changed. I was glad to see that her legs were still long and looked even more toned than when they were younger. I also noticed that i wasn’t the only one that had gotten taller. She didn’t grow to be 6’4 like me but she looked about 5’9 maybe 5’10. She was sporting some D’s on her chest but the look of innocence is still all over her face. Needless to say I found her even sexier now that i did back in the movie theaters 3 years ago.
“Jimmy are you a virgin?” she asked me. I just nodded my head up and down to gesture yes. She smiled and grabbed me pulling me onto the bed with her. “Well then we can learn together” She said as she began to take her shirt off. After that came her pants and then her bra. Her nipples were quarter sized and I reached out to pinch one and suck the other into my mouth. She was moaning and reaching to find my cock. By now it was as hard as steel and aching to get out of his pants. She finally unzipped it and looked down at it. I heard a small gasp escape her mouth.”Jimmy your huge.” I didn’t really think eight and half inches was huge but i guess she did. She was slowly pumping my dick and my hand found its way into her panties. I stuck a finger in her and marveled in how tightly she was gripping my finger Although I didn’t feel her hymen. I thought about ow tight she would be on my dick considering she had had my finger held strongly.
She back away to take her panties off and I used the time to strip off my clothes. I laid there slowly stroking my dick as some precum leaked from the bulbous head. she moved her head down to my crotch and enveloped my head in her warm mouth. I groaned as her tongue swirled around the head. Her head bobbed up and down as i felt my head nudge the back of her throat a few times. she was trying to deep throat me but her gag reflex was making it difficult. I gently put my hands on the back of her head and pushed down onto my cock. I felt my head slide down into her throat, it was a magnificent sensation. She pulled herself off to get some air. she straddled my waist and held my dick in her hand aiming it up at her wet slit. My penis twitched in anticipation of getting inside her warm tight snatch.She slowly lowered herself onto my rod. A moan left my lips when my head popped into her outstretched hole. Her pussy was hot,wet, and oh so tight. It felt like a very snug oven but her natural secretions were cooling it down at the same time. I saw her face scrunch up and her eyes shut tightly as she tried to take more of me. She was halfway through when she took a deep breath. She looked into my eyes and dropped quickly onto my lap. Our naked pelvises slapped together , my pubic hair was short but it was poking into her bald pussy now. She groaned and moved her hips around after a while. She hadn’t accommodated to my size yet but she was still grinding her clit into me. My hands reached around and grasped both her butt cheeks and i tried to get more of myself inside of her if it were even possible. After a couple of seconds she rose up about an inch and came down softly. She repeating this motion until she was almost lifting off of my dick and slamming down my entire shaft with a loud audible slap.
I felt her body stiffen and tighten then she began to jerk a bit and her pussy was convulsing on my dick. looking up at her face I could only describe it as pure bliss. She was slowly rocking back and forth for a while then looked down at me with lust in her eyes. I raised my arms so they were curled over here shoulders and pulled her down so her back was on the bed. My penis was still nuzzled inside of her. She had her hands on her breasts rubbing and pinching her nipples. I started to pump her with long slow strokes and used my thumb to rub her clitoris at a slow pace. I gradually built more speed in my thrusting and my thumb work. Soon I was thrusting into her hard and her whole body would jump with every thrust. When this happened her boobs would bounce. She bit down on her lower lip as her second orgasm flowed through her. The feeling of her pussy contracting on my dick sent me over the edge, I felt the sperm in my balls rise up through my shaft and I hurriedly pulled out of her and gave my dick three hard strokes before four ropes of cum spurt out of my head. They land on her right tit, her arm and then two landed on her stomach. I laid down next to her and apologized for not telling her he was going to come. She seemed fine with it and enjoy having him cum all over her. our breathing was rapid but it eventually slowed down and I put my arm over her should , placing it on one of her boobs while spooning her. I dozed off a few minutes later.Part 2 could come out soon if I see that people actually enjoyed this.

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Trafficked Love Ch. 21

— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. — Call girl, Angel, believes there’s nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?

Reading Allowed, Pt.8

READING ALLOWED, Part 8
By lamignonne and Zenmackie
Marie felt wretched. While he was gone, it had been easy to nurture her feelings of resentment towards him for leaving her alone all day, tied up and bored, and suffering acutely from her unsatisfied lust. As the long day had worn on, her jaw aching more by the hour, her stomach growling, her body cold and bruised and her head more often than not in one of his toilets, Marie’s frustration had grown and grown. She’d even started to feel like she was justified in snooping around in his study. After all, she’d given up her whole weekend for him and he hadn’t even seen fit to stay at home!
Marie hadn’t been able to form any kind of resolve about how she was going to behave when her Master came home, other than the vague idea that she certainly deserved some attention from him and would be prepared to communicate just that if she didn’t get any. But her resolution wavered the second she sensed him in the bathroom. He’d startled her, standing there so quietly while she worked, squashed up against the toilet for all the world as if she were embracing it. She’d dropped the cleaning brush and it had splashed her, and just like that, she was at a disadvantage. As usual.
As she’d struggled to kneel the way he liked, Marie tried to cope with the confusing riot of emotions that she was feeling. On the one hand, she was still mad at him, anxious to show him that she didn’t appreciate his leaving her; on the other, his presence overwhelmed her, intruded even on her carefully nourished anger, and all her instincts were screaming at her to throw herself at his feet and show him her joy and relief that he’d returned. Her desire to have her suffering acknowledged by him warred with the desire to suffer still more, to do anything he wanted as long as he would smile at her and tell her she was a good girl. She could feel him studying her and trembled. Her urge to grovel grew stronger as he approached her, overpowering her with his presence, torturing her with suspense. As he gripped her chin and raised her face to look in her eyes, Marie had panicked, terrified he’d be able to see her every disloyal, petulant thought, and then she had made the terrible choice to show him her anger.
How quickly he’d put her in her place, she thought miserably now. In truth, he’d had all the power from the moment he’d come into the bathroom, had controlled her more efficiently with just his presence than his chains had been able to do throughout the long day. He stood before her and her body shook with the desire to kneel; he humiliated her and she craved his approval beyond every other need. She had tried defiance just this once, confronting him with nothing more than the look in her eyes, and his reaction had been immediate, painful and devastatingly effective. Marie had realized again, with excruciating clarity, that her attitude was still all wrong. It was her privilege to be allowed to spend the weekend with him, her undeserved honor that he was willing to teach her. After all, she hadn’t been a very good slave…
She clung to his ankles, her forehead resting on his feet, trying to control her sobs and hoping against hope that her obvious contrition would mollify his displeasure with her. At long last, he spoke.
“You’re getting toilet-water all over my shoes.”
The mildness of his tone, with its bare hint of amusement, filled her with such relief and delight that Marie felt like scampering around the bathroom and wagging her tail like the good little doggie she wanted to be for him. But she made herself hold perfectly still for a moment, then slowly raised her face to his again and, trying very hard not to smile, said, “I’m sorry, Master.”
Yes! His expression was now one of bemused affection; he was no longer angry with her! Oh, thank God.
He grabbed a hand-towel from a nearby rack, roughly dried her face and hair with it then threw it down on the floor beside her. Marie knew he was expecting her to use it to dry his shoes.
Instead she once more lowered her head….and began licking them clean.
It didn’t take long—less than a minute—to complete the task, but something about it, the complete and utter abasement of kneeling at his feet, naked and in chains, licking toilet water from his shoes, was setting her on fire. She had no time to analyze it—all she knew was she had to have his cock in her mouth—now.
She sat up. Her eyes flickered up to him once—he was frowning down at her, but not angrily. He seemed intent, as if he was trying to guess at her thoughts. Feeling suddenly sure of herself, Marie leaned forward and placed a kiss on the front of his pants where his erection strained against the fabric. She nuzzled her cheek there and looked up at him again, holding his gaze this time. “Please, Master,” she said, “may I suck your cock?”
They were both a little stunned. Marie couldn’t believe how strong and confident her voice had sounded. Her pussy flooded with moisture at the sound of the words; her eyes sparkled with excitement. Even though he’d just spanked her, even though her hair was wet with toilet water and she was naked and chained, this felt right.
As for her Master, he couldn’t get his pants open fast enough. He’d think about what her behavior meant in a few minutes—right now, he focused on Marie’s hot, talented little mouth as she bent to her work. Good God, it felt like she was trying to swallow him whole!
Marie was overtaken by a strange sort of frenzy. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of his cock in her mouth. Her captive hands reached for his balls and her fingers lifted them, rubbed them, and squeezed them gently all the while her face was pressed against his groin, her throat full of him. She massaged the spot below his balls and her tongue went into overdrive on his shaft.
This was one time he wasn’t worried about coming too soon. He thought he was going to die of pleasure… He lost control as he came, grabbing her head and thrusting himself violently down her throat. She swallowed gamely, and when he finally opened his eyes, still breathing hard, she was kneeling there smiling at him.
He could hardly believe it. She had just begged to be allowed to pleasure him. She’d begged him before, to gain her own pleasure or because he’d ordered her to, but this was different. He’d never have expected her to reach this stage of submission so soon. And he knew she’d been sincere. Even now, she was still grinning like he’d just given her a present.
What was it about this girl that she’d gotten under his skin so fast? To be truthful, he’d come home earlier than he’d planned, anxious to see how his little slave had fared in his absence. He’d had to conceal a hard-on quite a few times throughout the day, every time he pictured her humping his fingers as she had this morning or the desperate, pleading look on her face when she realized he was going to leave her bound and frustrated. What a homecoming he’d gotten! And they still had all evening to spend together before he really ought to be getting her back to campus. They’d eat first—and then he had a few things he wanted to try.
Her Master hadn’t said anything, and he’d only given her the briefest of smiles, but Marie knew he was pleased with her. She tensed just a little as he reached down and hauled her to her feet—grabbing her elbow this time, instead of her hair—surely that was a good sign. He tossed her over his shoulder into a fireman’s carry and headed for the stairs. Marie felt a little panicky as she realized that, with her hands bound by her neck, she had no way to break her fall if he dropped her, but his grip was firm and the feeling subsided. Now, as he entered the kitchen—the scene of her imprudence that morning—she just had to worry about what he would do with her next.
It seemed that they had both learned a lesson from that morning’s encounter: when they reached the kitchen table he simply put her down next to his chair, lifting the table leg to secure the end of her leash as she took her kneeling pose. He said not one word to her about cooking, and Marie allowed herself a small grin as she watched him preparing dinner.
It was a simple meal; he steamed some rice and saut? a few chopped vegetables, tossing in some bits of cold chicken from the refrigerator. But he added spices like a master chef–a pinch of one, a sprinkle of another, tasting and nodding to himself. The air began to fill with a deliciously complex aroma and Marie was forcefully reminded that she’d had nothing to eat since breakfast, unless she counted her Master’s come. If she still had her ball-gag on, she knew, she’d be drooling all over herself. As it was she simply swallowed hard, kept her position tight and her attention on him, hoping that her stomach wouldn’t gurgle and embarrass her as it had that morning.
Yet even though she was famished, not to mention ragingly horny, she became aware that underlying all the physical and emotional turbulence lay a very unfamiliar sensation: serenity. Her needs were no longer her concern—her Master would take care of them in due time, and that’s all she needed to know. She felt a contented smile creep across her face.
Her smile only widened when she saw him reach down into a cabinet next to the stove and bring out a shining aluminum dog bowl. She knew it was for her, and she brushed away the troublesome thought that it already been there and not purchased especially for her. Maybe he used to have a dog. Or maybe…no, she would not think about that. This moment—now—was all there needed to be.
She gave him her most loving smile as he set the bowl, filled to the brim with steaming food, on the floor beside her before setting his plate on the table. She followed him with her eyes and then her body, shuffling around on her knees to remain facing towards him as he pulled out his chair and sat. She gave not the slightest glance to her bowl of food—it was not hers until he said it was.
When he was settled in place he turned to look at her, and to Marie it was obvious that he was pleased with what he saw: that his slave was simply waiting, giving him her complete and silent attention. He actually beamed at her and caressed the side of her face with his hand, and Marie felt as though she would melt with happiness. After a moment he withdrew his hand and said, “You must be starving, princess. Please go ahead.”
“Thank you, Master,” Marie replied, wishing she could kiss him just then. She turned away and bent down to her bowl…and was quite pleased to discover that he had placed it so that while she ate she would be displaying her upraised ass and pussy for his pleasure. She began to eat.
Marie’s hands had reached out automatically to steady herself as she bent over the dog bowl, only to be jerked back by the chains holding them to her collar. She was suddenly mindful of her discomfort again. She hadn’t been able to straighten her arms for hours, now, and the urge to stretch her elbows was driving her crazy. Marie tried to focus on the food, which was fragrant and delicious and which she was eating way too fast, but her mind kept wandering. Would he let her spend the night again? She could get all her homework done tomorrow, if she was diligent, and it would be totally worth it if he’d fuck her again tonight, and hold her like he had last night as she fell asleep.
Before she knew it, Marie found herself licking the bowl clean. She’d scarfed her dinner down with undignified haste, and blushed rosily as she realized her Master had probably only taken a few civilized bites by now. She really was just like his pet. Well, in for a pound…Marie thought, and shuffled on her knees over to his chair to lay her head on his knee. She held her breath, hoping for some sign of approval from him, and sure enough, a moment later she felt his hand resting lightly on her head. Another moment passed, and he stroked her hair. Marie felt her chest expand with happiness.
Several minutes later, he gently tugged on her hair to get her to sit up. He held a glass of water for her while she drank, waiting until she had finished it. He, she saw, was drinking from an expensive-looking bottle of red wine. A few more minutes passed while he savored his wine, then he stood and retrieved a clean dishcloth, wet it, and came back to clean Marie’s face. She blushed anew. She certainly hadn’t been worried about keeping her face clean while she ate, she realized now. She was vaguely surprised that he did it silently, making no attempt to humiliate her further. Was that because he had more challenges in store for her later this evening?
Marie watched as her Master performed only the most rudimentary clean-up of the kitchen. Leaving the dishes for later didn’t seem like his style, and she smiled to herself, imagining that he was in a hurry to play some more with her—his toy.
She wasn’t far off, if she’d known it. The impromptu blow job in the bathroom might as well have never happened for all the difference it made to his cock, which was again hard as a rock. He deliberately kept the wine bottle in one hand while he freed Marie’s leash from the table leg and led her into the living room. He knew from experience that if he had a few more swallows he’d be able to last a lot longer, and he definitely wanted to drag this next experience out as long as possible.
Leaving Marie kneeling in front of his oversized arm chair, he set the wine down on the end table there and went upstairs to get a few supplies. He was pleased to see, on his way back down, that her eyes hadn’t strayed from the stairway; she was avidly watching for his return. The apprehension in her gaze was adorable, and as he sat in the chair in front of her he took a moment just to look her over. Then he leaned forward and unlocked the chains at her wrists.
He watched her eyes fill with tears as she tried, with excruciating slowness, to straighten her arms for the first time in hours. He let her struggle for a moment, then he reached for her hands, saying, “It’s easier if you do it all at once”—and yanked her arms straight before she could react.
Marie gasped, but as the blood flowed freely into her stiff joints, she saw that he was right. She flexed her arms for a few minutes, unable to keep back a sigh of pleasure as the pain and stiffness eased.
She wasn’t going to be relieved for long. “Turn around,” he ordered suddenly, “and give me your hands.” She obeyed, turning her back to him and holding her hands behind her. He cuffed them together, then used a leather cinch he’d brought down on her upper arms just above her elbows, pulling it tight and watching her shoulder blades point out and her back arch, hearing her gasp. He bent to unlock the short chain between her ankles then said, “Face me.”Perfect. His little pet, arching her back to relieve the strain on her arms, looked as if she were presenting her tits for his pleasure. He was also surprised and pleased to see that she’d spread her knees apart after he’d unlocked them, and he could already see the telltale sheen of moisture on her pussy. She was panting, but whether it was from arousal or the pain in her bound arms he couldn’t tell. He leaned back in the chair and took a sip of wine, then said, “What did you think about today, Princess?”
Her eyes flickered up to his–then she lowered them modestly. “I missed you, Sir,” she said quietly.
He wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily. “And did you like cleaning the house for me?”
Marie only debated for a second—he’d know if she lied, she reasoned—but she couldn’t look at him.. “No, Sir.”
“Why not?”
“It was—I was bored, Sir,” she stammered. He could tell she wanted to add something, so he waited. “But—but I’ll be happy to do it again, Sir, if you let me.”
“Why is that, Princess?”
“Because I like…obeying your orders, Sir.” Her voice nearly died at the end of her reply, but he was satisfied. This must be the result of the epiphany she’d seemed to have in the bathroom earlier. Unquestionably, she’d been angry with him before he came home, but now she seemed to have come to a better understanding, and acceptance, of her role as his pet—all on her own. However, it couldn’t hurt to give her some additional encouragement.
“And I like giving them to you, pet,” he said, smiling at her. “You did very well today.”
He watched her face glow with happiness for a moment, then he brought out the nipple clamps. These were a different pair than the one she’d worn last night; they had a gentler bite, but came adorned with tacky pink plastic hearts that dangled on a thin, short chain about an inch and a half long. Remembering her face as she’d looked at the purple, heart-shaped paddle in the store, he guessed that wearing these would humiliate his princess more than wearing the plain ones had. Indeed, she looked chagrined at the sight of them, but bravely maintained her posture, her chest still thrust towards him invitingly. He took advantage of that for a few minutes, fondling and teasing, and she didn’t flinch from him even when he twisted and pulled her nipples, although she winced and whimpered a little. He even slapped her breasts a few times, noting that they were just large enough to bounce when he did it. This was going to be great.
Her face flamed as he attached the clips and she felt the dangling hearts brushing against the underside of her breasts. He thought he’d never get tired of seeing that blush. He jiggled her breasts, just to rub it in a little, then very deliberately removed his pants and boxers and leaned back in the chair. Her eyes went wide at the sight of his fully-erect cock, and she actually licked her lips, making him want to laugh. “Climb on, princess,” he said, some of his amusement leaking into his voice.
She looked at him like she wasn’t sure he was serious, then stood up eagerly and way too fast. She teetered for a moment, throwing one foot behind her to catch her balance, then more carefully moved toward his chair. He helped her, reaching for her waist and settling her over his lap, her knees balanced on the chair’s seat on either side of him. There was plenty of room for her legs on the wide seat, and she looked down into his face as she hovered there, leaning forward slightly to keep her balance. Her pussy, visibly wet, was mere inches from his upthrust cock, and they were both breathing heavily already. “Two rules, Princess,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. “First, you can come as much as you want—but you have to tell me, every time. Second, I want to see these—” he flicked the dangling hearts on her nipple clamps “—in motion. If they stop moving, we’re done. And, Princess, break either rule, and I will punish you.”
He watched her shudder with desire at his words. “Yes, Master,” she said, her voice as hoarse as his. He gripped her hips and helped her lower herself onto him, inch by pleasurable inch. As their hips finally met, he felt her grinding against him, finally stimulating her clit, which had been aching all day to be touched. But, mindful of rule number two, she didn’t linger there, but started to ride him, rising up on her knees, then sinking down and taking his whole length again. It was hard, because with her hands bound behind her, she could rely only on her leg muscles both for balance and to move over him. Her tummy muscles clenched with her efforts to keep upright and not tip forward or backward.
She’d only humped him twice when she suddenly threw her head back, moaning, “Oh, oh God, Sir, I’m going to come!” Her cry ended on a gasp and he felt her clench on him, felt the rush of moisture where their bodies were joined, and it was all he had not to come himself. “Keep fucking me—keep going, Princess,” he rasped, restraining himself from grabbing her hips and setting his own rhythm. She started humping him furiously as she rode out her orgasm, her head back and her mouth open, and he watched a fiery blush spread over her face and down her chest. She didn’t seem to be breathing, but just as he was going to intervene, she sucked in a huge breath of air and slowed down slightly.
The slower speed was almost better. He could have sworn she was clenching on him each time she rose up, her pussy squeezing every inch of him as if it were afraid to let go. He had no idea if she was doing it on purpose or not, but that, combined with the sight of the clamps bouncing on her chest, had him close to coming again within a few seconds. He couldn’t resist reaching up to pull on the clamps, and that set her off again, and as she started to come she cried, “Sir, oh, I can’t help it, I’m com—” Again, she lost the end of her sentence as her whole body tensed in rapture. It lasted even longer this time, and when it finally stopped he was gripping the arms of the chair in a desperate attempt to hold back his own orgasm.
She didn’t slow this time, but continued to fuck him rhythmically, at an almost frantic pace. She was putting all she had into it, slamming her pelvis down onto him with each thrust. Her whole body was covered with a sheen of sweat and her face was beet red. Her thighs must have been burning by now, but she obviously had more in her. He wondered what some dirty talk would do to her, so he tried it, growling, “Oh, yeah, fuck me, you horny little cunt! You can’t help yourself, can you? Such a dirty slut!”
It worked—she howled as she started to come again, just barely managing to gasp out, “Com—coming!” before her pussy contracted like a vise. He felt her squirting again and suddenly couldn’t help himself any longer. He grabbed her hips and started slamming her down onto his cock himself, grunting as he neared his climax. She had recovered somewhat and tried to urge him on, saying, “Yes, Master, I’m your dirty slut!”—and then she felt his hot load filling her, and lost herself again. He might not have seen it, so lost was he in the throes of orgasm, but that she lost her balance, tipping backwards as she closed her eyes against the surprising onslaught of pleasure. He had to quickly shift his grip to keep her upright, and even as he experienced his final shudders of pleasure, he was thinking of how much he’d enjoy teaching his slave a lesson about breaking the rules.

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Defacing Mom

This happened to me a long time ago, I have changed names and obviously spiced it up for your enjoyment

Convincing Mother

The following story is essentially true. The events happened pretty much as described, though I have embellished some of the details. Names have been changed where needed.

Sands of Summer

Last summer, Tyler, my best friend, got a new house in a new state. His parents bought some huge beachfront house in Conneticuit,a summer place that they decided to permanently move into. It was tough to think about at the time because he was moving away from New York and I probably wouldn’t see him that much anymore. No more school together, and no more hanging out. But as they were still moving in, he invited me down to help them settle in and spend some time in Conneticuit for the summer.
I can still imagine my dreams of it. At this time, Tyler didn’t know about Will and I or the whole homosexual thing at all. In fact he still thought I was flirting with Amanda, which i was but not seriously. I couldn’t really imagine me sticking my dick into her vagina. The pictures of vaginas i had seen before had always seemed really scary and sea-creature like… But anyways… I couldn’t wait to get down to Connecticut and try my hand at some skim boarding and surfing. The idea of having some mature fun with Tyler passed through my mind a few times as well.
We were in his dad’s SUV pulling a trailer full of basic junk. When packing up earlier, I realized how much of a pack-rat his mom was. She didn’t leave behind a single random item from the entire house. We were sitting in the back, his dad and older brother in the front. Both of us were engrossed in our iPod’s all the way to the house. It was in a rich neighborhood with long, narrow lawns and driveways that led to mansions leaning over the sandy dunes.
As we pulled down Tyler’s new driveway and passed his new mailbox and new dogwood and new garage, I took in a breath of warm air flowing in from the window. This was it. This was awesome.
We got out and stretched after the few long hours of driving and without a moment to spare, his dad had us unpacking everything from the trailer and moving it into the garage. What had been a nice warm day turned into a sweaty and tiresome century carrying box after box back and forth.
I noticed Tyler’s tight shirt slowly getting a triangle of sweat down the back. His shoulder blades moves in such a perfect sequence and it all lead down to such a perfect and athletic ass that I lost myself for a second and ran into the back of his dad.
“Whoa there Scott”
“Sorry Mr. Mason”
After a short time, we all took a break and Tyler’s dad brought out some sodas. We all sat back and for once since our arrival actually took in the beauty of the coast. It wasn’t like the smoggy and humid New York waterfront, but something so pure, quite, and bright. The undiluted sun alone was shocking my system.
Since the first load of items was done, we began to get out some of the essentials like food, clothing, and bedding. Tyler talked to his dad before the trip and talked him into letting us stay at the house while his dad and older brother went back to New York for the night and another load. It would just be Tyler and I alone in a quiet house on a nice beach.
We got most of the bedding and set up in the living room. It was big with a gigantic cealing that made everything echo, especially with the wood floors. We laid out a couple blankets and pillows. The sun was just starting to fall.
“Hey Scott do you want to go check out the beach. Maybe a swim”
“Yeah sure that would be cool.” I had been dying to get down there with Tyler.
“Ok well I’m going to get my suit then. You can change wherever you want I guess. Its pretty much deserted in here”
I went to my bag and got my swimsuit. It was a Speedo Trunk, like James Bond, the Daniel Cray version. Simply sexy. I got dressed in one of the bathrooms and then met Tyler back out in the living room.
“Looking tight dude” He sarcastically commented. Tyler wore a simple navy blue pair of trunks, short around his narrow thighs.
“Im keeping it real. Lets go before the sun goes down”
He concurred and we headed out to the beach. We ran down into the surf, rushing into crashing waves in the shallows, then crashing into each other. The water was frigid cold and I could feel my penis slowly contracting. That was a good thing though because as Tyler got out of the water and walked back to the beach, I stood there looking at his tight as-cheeks creasing around the light shorts. The water weighed them down a little and I could see a slight tan line crossing his lower back side.
Tyler laid down in the sand and I went to join him, leaning in close, slinging my right leg over my left. It was a slightly sexual pose. As much as I hid my inner self, I always left my doorways open. I leaned towards Tyler as he loked up at the sky. His body was so slim and athletic like mine. He was shorter than me, brown hair, cute blue eyes, and a nice mild bronze skin. I took a guess that he was thinking about us. We had been friends for so long and now we were basically loosing each other.
“Scott, its going to suck without you”
“I know. What are you going to do without me?” He looked over and smiled. I ran my eyes down his body, noticing the limp form around his crotch. I loved the water.
After a few seconds had past, I reached over and gave him a short hug. I don’t know what compelled me to do that but it felt like the right thing to do.
“Im going to miss you Tyler. It is going to fucking suck in Mr. Wilson’s class without you.”
Tyler looked over at me and smiled. I took my hand away and off of his smooth chest.
“you know, I never told you this or anyone, but I think I should tell you something Scott”
“What?”
“Don’t get freaked out but I always liked you even before we met. I just saw you and wanted to be your friend. Not to sound like a fag or anything”
“I dont care if you sound like a fag. You know, I always really liked you too, just that all I could think about was getting into your pants”
Tyler laughed. “Your joking right”
“Totally” I said with virtually no truthful tone in my voice.
Tyler noticed and looked puzzled. “wait, are you sayin”
I interrupted him mid-sentence, kissing his lips. Like I said, I dont know why, but it all just seemed right. My head was flaoting, my heart pounding, chest heaving, crotch bulging, and Tyler was responding very positively.
The next thing I knew, we were rolling around on the cooled sand making out. He was on top of me and had his arms wrapped around my head sucking face like an experienced face-sucker. My hand was busy working its way over his smooth ass. I pulled down the back of his shorts and caressed his soft butt. I could play with it almost all day. It was so smooth and perfect.
We made out for close to ten minutes rolling in the sand, knowing that we were cmpletely alone and together before finally pulling away from each other. Tyler was panting. I don’t know how much air he had been breathing while sucking my entire face but it didn’t seem to be enough. He fell off of me and we both laid back and looked at the sky.
“I love you” I reached my hand over and began rubbing his inner thigh. I brought up his short leg, balling it against his penis and caressed the smooth skin. He laid his head on my chest. It was so perfect.
“Lets go back to the house Scott”
“Ok” I couldn’t hide my enthusiasm. I had a good idea of why we were going back to the house. Probably the same image popping into your head right now.
We ran up the sandy beach just as the final rays of sun disappeared under the pink sunset. The night was growing cooler by the second and the giant living room of his house was receptive to us. We gathered ourselves in the mes of blankets in the middle of the floor and laid down once again, with Tyler embracing me around the shoulders, resting his head on my heart.
“Do you want me to like suck your penis or anything” Tyler asked with such uncertainty.
I couldn’t really think of anything to say. “Whatever you want to do. I love you”
Tyler raised to his knees and i remained lying on the soft blankets.He adjusted himself and placed his legs around the mid-section of my body. Tyler’s hands began to reach down to my spandex shorts. He took his hands and pulled down my spandex to the knees. He started to rub my cock with such timidity and wonder. It was so strange. It wasn’t in a bad way but he made it feel so naturally virgin that it made my naked body shiver. Then he started working my cock with his mouth.
I saw him open up his mouth very wide and just engulf my cock. His eyes looked so dazed and wandering. He kept going up and down, repeating with such rhythm that I started moaning. It felt so natrually good. Then I came. Tyler coughed a little at first but held on. After I had shot my cum, he came up and I could tell he was still holding onto most of the load. I got up and looked into his eyes. A small smile spread across his face and I opened up his mouth with my lips. We started to exchange the sperm. I knew he didn’t know what to do with it. I worked his throat and got him to swallow most if it while still taking some of the excess cum.
“That was great Tyler”
“Good. That was fun” He was breathing heavily.
“I’m going to try something now ok”
“Alright” The heavy breathing continued.
I got on my knees and Tyler lay down on the blankets. I placed my legs over his knees and pulled down the shorts he still had on. Tyler’s penis was smaller than mine but fairly thick. It was clean cut and had a small plume of soft brown hair shaped like a heart, centered just above the root of his cock. I didn’t play with his cock though. Rather I spread his legs and placed the head of my cock between his ass-cheeks. I noticed Tyler’s head beginning to roll around. He knew something was going to happen.
“Its going to hurt at first ok”
He was quietly panting. “ok”
I started to squeeze my cock into his butt. The head was nearly through when Tyler’s body tensed up.
“Its alright” I rubbed his leg with my free hand to calm him down. Then I started to work my way back in again. The head popped through and he let out a huge breath. Then I started the slow thrusting of my hips against his ass. His ass against my cock sent tingling and rippling feelings through my entire body. My spine tightened and everything seemed to go black and white. There were flashes in front of my eyes and I entered a state of strance, not even realizing the moaning wails of Tyler.
After a minute or so they were so loud that I broke from my trance and looked down at Tyler. He was breathing like he had just taken a long run. “Oh my god that is fucking awesome. I love you Scott”
I smiled and pulled myself out of him. As the head made its resounding pop Tyler let out one more loud and echoey moan that rattled through his empty new house. We laid there after that, holding each other in our arms, me slowly stroking his cock as we stared up at the ceiling, letting the cool breeze through the doors blow over our bodies, chilling us in loving wonder at what lay ahead.
Tyler got up and rolled me over. I bent up on my knees, knowing he wanted a swing at the action. He spent some time properly positioning himself and then inserted his dry cock into my cheeks. That sent a shock through my body. Then Tyler forced himself through my ass and began pounding me. Although he wasn’t long, i could definitely feel my ass squeezing down on his penis. It went in and out with a delicate shock each time. I began moaning and he only got faster. He started moaning with me and then shot off a few laods straight into my body.
Tyler didn’t pull out immediately but left himself inside of me and lay down along my back, his head resting between my shoulder blades. He kissed my neck. The warm breath mixed with the cold breeze made me shiver. We held it together like that for a few minutes, i laid myself flat on my stomach and he followed, remaining on top of me, slowly and steadily shifting his hips now. Even the slightest movement still sent shivers of pleasure down my spine. I didn’t want him to ever leave this position.
Out of all the sex I had, this seemed different. I felt like I was really loosing something that I cared for deeply. I thought I was really in love as we lay there, stroking each other, petting each other, feeling one another for who we really were. Tyler and I may be separated now, but I can only imagine what our future holds.

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Family Camping Trip

Hands pushing on my back woke me up. I opened my eyes and looked out the small net window over my head, it was not full daylight, but quickly dawning. The hands on my back pushed again, with more urgency, I rolled over to face my sister. “What the hell are you doing in my bed?” was the first thing she said.

Never The Same

Here is a story about an encounter I once had. It was an event that changed my sexual life forever. It started with an email about two weeks before the event.