Phoenix Pt 4 Ch 01
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Grandpa’s Journals: Peeping at My Grand Daughter’s Window, Part 2
The next day, being a Saturday, the four of us decided to head to the beach for a fun day of playing on the sandy shores of the small community that my daughter lived in. It was a beautifully warm winter’s day, about 75 degrees, with not a hint of a cloud in the sky. The Atlantic was too cold to go into unprotected so the grand daughters each wore their wet suits in anticipation of surfing one of the best wave breaks that Florida has to offer. But just as we were leaving, my daughter’s beeper went off calling her into surgery, so she asked me if I would take the girls to the beach as we had planned and she would meet us there later.
Taking two surf boards, boogie boards, umbrella and chairs plus a picnic basket full of goodies, the three of us headed out for a fun filled day at the beach. I watched from the vantage point of my chair under the shade of the umbrella as my two grand daughters caught wave after wave until the surf flattened out and forced them to come in for some refreshment. I had received a call from my daughter telling me that since she was already in there, she had volunteered to stay at the hospital to assist in another emergency surgery so would not be home until later that afternoon.
As we sat around, lounging in the beautiful weather that the day had afforded us and eating our lunch, the girls undid their tops to their wet suits by unzipping the fronts just enough to tell me that they had nothing on under them. My eyes went directly to Lori’s and I got a hint of a knowing smile from her lips as she slid down the zipper to a point much lower than she normally opened the wet suit. Melinda looked on but was oblivious to what was going on or why.
We waited for my daughter to join us at the beach but as it got later and later, I placed a call to her cell and was informed that she had worked all day and was headed back to their house to get some rest before going out on a date that evening. I told the girls that we were on our own for dinner so we decided on pizza at the local pie shop. Afterwards, we headed back home to an empty house.
Going back out to my 5th wheel, I noticed the light come on around the corner of the house, indicating Lori had entered her bedroom so my feet headed over there and as I cleared the corner, I saw my grand daughter standing at her window, opening it up to let the cool night air into the room. She still had on her wet suit and was walking towards the open door when I heard her call out to her younger sister. “Melinda, come on in to my room and chat with me.”
As my grand daughter stuck her head around the corner, she asked Lori, “What do you want to talk about?”
“Oh nothing in particular. It just seems that we never just talk anymore,” she said with a shrug.
Melinda pulled her head back and came around into view, sticking her arms back into her wet suit and pulling it onto her upper body. Reaching for the zipper to put it up, her older sister said, “It’s just me Melinda, you don’t have to cover up. Don’t you remember when we used to play with each other totally naked?”
A look of embarrassment came over the younger sibling as she dropped her hand from the zipper and walked into Lori’s room.
Lori stood up to remove her own suit over her shoulders and revealed to both of our sets eyes her young tender breasts. Melinda turned a instant color of red around her cheeks as she witnessed her older sister’s exposure and then her mouth dropped open when Lori continued to take off the wet suit disclosing that she was wearing nothing under it at all.
“LORI!” Melinda exclaimed. “You’re not wearing anything under your wet suit!”
“I know and it feels so refreshingly free,” Lori said stepping out of the tight leggings of the suit.
Glancing up to the open window, Melinda asked, “But aren’t you afraid someone will see you through the window?”
“Who’s going to be looking?” she answered.
“Well, anybody who happens to be out there. There’s the gate to the lake. Anybody could come up and open the gate,” Melinda tried to explain.
“Have you ever known of anybody using our gate?” Lori asked her sister.
“Well, no, but Grandpa Joe is out there now in his van and he might go down to the lake through the gate and maybe he could see in the window,” she said.
“Grandpa Joe? So what if he does see me. He’s our grandpa,” she said with a dismissive tone to her voice.
This seemed to answer Melinda’s objections as she was looking at her sister’s naked body. Lori went over to the mirror to brush out her hair as Melinda sat down on the end of the bed not knowing what to do with her sister’s unexpected desire to prance around totally nude. After a brief moment of silence, Lori dropped a bombshell on Melinda by asking, “Do you ever get horny?”
I could see Melinda’s expression change into one of pure shock and embarrassment as her mouth flew open and her eyes grew wide. “LORI? MY GOD! WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT?” she asked an incredulous, shocked voice.
“I just wondered,” Lori answered, continuing the brush her long hair. “I know I do, don’t you?”
“Well, yes sometimes I guess, but I don’t go around talking about it,” she exclaimed.
“What do you do about it?” Lori asked another question.
“Lori?” she asked wondering how to answer her sister embarrassing questions.
“Well do you masturbate, you know touch yourself?” she asked looking right at her younger sister.
Melinda diverted her eyes away from her sister’s to look sheepishly down at her lap and then stated, “I know what masturbate means.” She hesitated for a moment then confessed, “Sometimes I do.”
“It’s nothing to be ashamed about,” Lori commented. “God, I love to touch myself all over. Have you ever let a guy touch you?”
She again blushed at the question but answered it anyway. “I let Danny touch my boobies at the movies once. It felt so funny in my tummy and I think I would have liked for him to touch me more but after he placed his hand on my boob for a second and kissed me on the lips, he rammed his hand down on my crotch and tried to touch my pussy so I told him to stop. But he didn’t so I got up and left.”
“Boys,” said Lori with an exasperating tone in her voice. “I mean, my God, give them a little bit and all of a sudden they want the whole thing right now.” She thought for a moment and then told her sister, “Melinda stand up and come over here. Right here and look into the mirror.”
Melinda obeyed her sister’s instructions and walked over to where Lori had indicated. She then moved around behind her and placed her hands on Melinda’s shoulders. “Honey,” Lori started, “guys are such jerks. I think they think with their dicks. John just the other day asked me to suck his cock after a let him fondle my boobs. I mean, God, can you believe the nerve? I told him to “Go to hell” and left him hanging right there.”
She slowly moved her hands around front to the open zipper of her sister’s wet suit and gently started to open it out wide. Melinda suddenly tried to stop her sister’s advance with a “Lori? What are you doing?”
“I’m just want to see what Danny was touching that’s all,” she said as she continued to open up the lapels. As she slid it down over her shoulders, she exposed the reflection of Melinda’s beautiful mounds to my eyes as her own eyes grew wide with amazement.
“Lori?” she whined in a questioning way but offered no resistance. When Lori had extracted the wet suit down to her elbows, she reached around her sister and gently caressed her breasts with her soft touch. Melinda groaned as she closed her eyes and then repeated her question. “Lori what are you doing?”
“I’m touching your breasts,” she answered plainly. “How do you like it?”
“Oh God, it feels great but we shouldn’t be doing this,” she answered. “My God Lori, you’re my sister, what are we doing?”
“We’re just enjoying each other, that’s all,” she whispered into her ear. “We’re just enjoying each other. I’m enjoying touching your breasts. Are you enjoying having me touch them?”
“Uh huh,” Melinda muttered.
Lori was caressing both breasts with her full hands as she crushed them beneath her palms. Melinda was rolling her head from side to side with appreciation of the sensation that had been awakened in her. But when Lori moved her fingers down and pinched her nipples, she let out another loud moan from her open mouth and stuck her chest out to get the full affect of her fingers.
“Oh my God,” Melinda cooed. “Lori it feels so good down in my tummy,” she said with her chin pointing up to the sky.
Then Lori gave them one more pinch and then moved her hands down to the wet suit gathered around her sister’s waist and started to tug it off of Melinda’s slender hips. Melinda didn’t open her eyes but I detected a slight shift in her weight to aid in the removal. As Lori peeled it down over her hips and down her trim legs, Melinda opened her eyes to gaze at her sister’s kneeling body behind where she was standing and then placed her hand on her shoulder when Lori removed the suit over her feet.
Melinda was wearing the bottoms of her swim suit, a bikini cut, bright yellow suit that clung to her developing butt like a latex glove. When Lori placed her foot back down on the floor after removing it from the wet suit, she placed it a good two feet away from the other foot allowing a gap in between Melinda’s stance. The younger sister’s eyes were wide open as she looked into the mirror to Lori’s hands making their way back up the inside of her legs.
The further north they approached, the wider Melinda’s eyes got and when they were nearly touching the crotch of her bathing suit, she shuttered violently and let out with a loud cry of acceptance. Now her head was flying backwards as Lori made contact with the crotch of the bikini bottoms. Melinda’s knees buckled as she slammed them together, trapping her sister’s hand cradling her crotch. She reached down with her hand and grabbed Lori’s hand and just for a second tried to remove it from her sensitive area. But she must have known that she couldn’t because she suddenly placed her hand on top of her sister’s and began rubbing in between her legs as she voiced her acceptance.
I could see Lori’s hand rubbing up from behind Melinda’s wide spread legs on both sides of her pussy lips. Melinda was going wild with excitement as Lori’s hand became a blur. Then Lori regained her feet directly behind Melinda and moved her hand to the waistband of the swimming suit and pushing downward, inserting it directly onto her fleshy, hair covered pussy. Melinda screamed as she made contact with Lori’s hand but spread her legs even wider to allow it to enter her virginal vagina.
After a moment of lustful exploration, Lori whispered into her sister’s ear, “Let’s get rid of these bottoms so I can open you up.” She slid her other hand to the waist band and tugged it downward as Melinda’s knees made contact with each other. As the yellow swim suit made its way down my grand daughter’s hips, I saw for the first time the lightly colored pubic mound that was sticky wet with her juices. As it made its way down to the floor and she stepped out of them, Lori suddenly turned her around to sit on the bed and commanded her to lie down with her legs hanging over the bed.
Suddenly Lori was kneeling between her wide spread legs looking directly into her sister’s crotch. A greedy smile came over Lori’s face as she slowly reached out with her hand and touch the two puffy labia lips that were protecting Melinda’s treasures. Melinda raised her hips at the contact and as she settled them back down upon the bed, Lori ran her finger up to caress her little button, causing her hips to once again come flying off of the mattress.
“OH GOD!” Melinda screamed. “LORI WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?”
She was thrashing around, with Lori’s body from the shoulders up, separating her wide spread legs. Her crotch was vulnerable to Lori’s manual assault as the stimulus was driving her higher and higher. But when Lori bent in with her mouth to kiss Melinda right on her pussy lips, the younger grand daughter erupted into a gigantic release of violent contractions that shook the very foundations of her young life.
She was thrashing her hips around, trying to dislodge her sister’s head from between her legs but the more she threw herself into the eviction of it, the more and harder that Lori sucked on her clitoris. Melinda was going mad with desire as she gushed forth with her first real orgasm. She screamed, she cried, she begged and she cursed her sister to stop but at the same time she wanted to feel the release even more. But as she came down from the wonderful sensations that she had experienced, a strange, glowing feeling swept over her body, starting at her vaginal opening and encompassing every muscle of her tender young body. And when it had finally made its way to her brain, it melted her consciousness into a blissful slumber that she had not felt before in her entire life.
Lori’s head made its appearance up out of Melinda’s crotch. Her chin was glistening from the fluids escaping from her sister’s vagina and there was a grin on her face as she wiped them off. She suddenly looked up to the window to see me staring out of the corner of the open window. She smiled at me as I moved over into the light. I mouthed the words, “Thank you Lori,” as she continued to grin up at me. I had long ago pulled my cock out of my pants and had spattered my essence against the wall below her window. So I softly told her good night and walked back to my rig and poured myself a Captain and Coke. I’d need more than one this evening.
Try as I might, I couldn’t get the image of Lori making her younger sister climax in the most wondrous way imaginable out of my mind. That sight of my grand daughter’s head buried between my other grand daughter’s legs was burned into my memory forever. My God, what have I started?
The next day I left fairly early for a rendezvous with my old friends that I hang out with every winter down at the refreshment wagon on the beach. It is no where near where we went the day before so my appearance was a surprise to the entire group. We all told some lies about our adventures over the year since we had been together and the day flew by. Before I knew it, it was 4:30 in the afternoon and it was time to go home and fix myself something to eat.
While I was cleaning up from my dinner, my daughter stuck her head into my rig to invite me to come in and spend some time with her. This seemed rather odd to be summoned to the house and I got a sickening feeling in my gut about being caught peeping into her daughter’s bedroom window. But since I had no excuse, I followed her into the house to see what she had on her mind.
We sat around talking about most anything, drinking her booze for a change and just as she went in to refill our drinks, Lori made her way into the family room where we were sitting to tell me good night. As she reached over to give me a gentle kiss on the cheek, she whispered into my ear, “Did you enjoy last night seeing Melinda reach an orgasm?”
I looked shocked at her forthrightness and I cautioned her about being a little more discrete. She just laughed and said softly, “You should be out there tonight. I’ve got something special to show you.”
I groaned and told her that I had accepted this time with her mother and I didn’t know if I could get away. She shrugged her shoulders and whispered, “It’ll be your loss.” Then she turned to her room and disappeared down the hallway. “Good night Grandpa,” shouted Melinda coming into the room and giving me a big hug and a kiss. My hand went to her back and I would swear that I didn’t feel a bra strap under her shirt. A questioning look came over her face as she grinned at me in a shy little way.
“Good night Melinda,” I said with a quizzical look back at her. I wondered what that was all about.
Our talk continued into the night and as it turned out my daughter knew nothing of my peeping activities with her daughters. In fact, she wanted to tell me that she had met someone and had been seeing him for about a month or so. He was a pharmaceutical representative that she had known for quite some time and they had started dating. Now their relationship had grown into more intimate feelings for one another and she was asking me if I would mind being home on the evenings that they were together all night. She didn’t want to expose the girls to the idea of their mother sleeping with a man just yet so she was asking me to keep it between the two of us at least for now.
I was thrilled for her to finally meet another guy and I only hoped that she would make the right decision when to came to forming a meaningful relation. I gave her a hug and told her good night at about 10:30 and headed for my rig. I looked over to the corner of the house and the light was still on in Lori’s bedroom. My feet broke into a trot to get around the corner and take up my position behind the tree.
I peered around the tree through the open window into Lori’s bedroom. I saw nothing. She must be lying on her bed so I crept up slowly to the window, being very careful not to make a sound and as I approached, I heard a muffled squeal of enjoyment coming from just out of my sight. As I got closer to the window I peered over the edge of the window sill through the screen of the open window and almost cried out with what I saw.
The two young grand daughters were totally naked, lying on their backs breathing very heavily as if they had just consummated their love making. Melinda right knee was bent to one side and was placed under Lori’s separated leg. Their eyes were closed but the most erotic thing that I saw was the placement of each of their hands. Melinda’s fingers were twirling through Lori’s pubic hairs while Lori’s was rubbing on the inner thigh of her sister. Each were caressing the soft skin that they encountered with a delicate, soothing touch.
Melinda’s pubic hair sparsely covered the Pons area of her developing womanhood but I could still plainly see her two puffy labia lips. There seemed to be a slight sheen or glistening of fluids coming from between her legs like she had recently expelled her love fluids and as I looked at her closed eyes, I saw the wonderful look of someone in the thralls of a sexual afterglow.
As she moved her hand in a rotating fashion downward to spread onto to Lori’s pussy lips and her older sister reacted violently to the added stimulus. She clamped her legs together and turned towards the touch and then she suddenly opened her legs out wide and raised her hips up to press into Melinda’s hand. She gave off a muffled cry as she arched her back and drove her bare pussy into the returned pressure. She was wild with excitement as she craved her own consummation.
The younger grand daughter quickly rose to her knees as she switched to a position between Lori’s wide spread legs. As she bent over to place her face into the womanly smell, her small little breasts hung down freely and her tiny butt was sticking right up in the air. The sight was mesmerizingly beautiful as I started rubbing my now hard cock that I was removing my pants.
“Oh yes Melinda, you can do it. Just like I did it to you. Go ahead and lick my little clit,” Lori whispered.
Filled with encouragement, Melinda placed her tongue upon Lori’s hairy slit and poked it between the lips until it rested directly on her love button. Lori jerked and tossed her head as she tried not to scream out her emotions of lust. But as Melinda began to lick, Lori had to muffle her enjoyment by stuffing the pillow over her mouth.
Melinda, if this was her first time licking pussy, proved to be a natural because as she continued with her oral assault on Lori’s clit, she was inserting two fingers up into her wet little vagina. Lori had planted her heels into the mattress and was raising her hips into every insertion of Melinda driving fingers and was nearing a wonderful orgasm. Melinda’s other hand was fondling Lori’s breasts and pinching her nipples hard as she kept up the rapid pace of her insertions, Just as she hand grew tired and she didn’t know if she could keep this pace up much longer, Lori gulped in a lung full of air and raised her hips even higher into the air. Then let out a muffled scream into the pillow as she reached her climatic release and humped Melinda’s face and hand until she threw herself over on her side, begging for her to stop.
Melinda had built up her emotions into a near frantic state and needed her own release so she suddenly and with much difficulty, pried Lori’s legs apart and straddled her one leg and positioned herself so her crotch was pressed into Lori’s crotch and they were rubbing her pussies together. As Melinda gained the upper hand, Lori was going crazy from her repeated contact with her extremely sensitive node but she threw herself into the contact and suddenly demanded another, bigger orgasmic release.
They were both frantically rubbing, humping and ramming their two pussies together in a wild orgasmic dance and then in a brief second, they both erupted into a volcanic climax that must have awakened the neighbors much less their mother who was in bed at the other end of the house. Over and over they rocked into each other, driving out the last resemblance of sanity from their actions until Melinda finally went limp and fell down into Lori’s embrace and they each lay there panting.
I had made another deposit on the wall below the open window and as I stuffed it back into my pants, I slowly retreated back to my rig to fix myself double rum on the rocks. I felt like I needed it tonight after witnessing the most erotic display of emotions that I could ever imagine from my two young grand daughters. I wondered if it was an act just for my benefit or if it was real. Maybe it was both but I was totally shocked at the eroticism of this evening and I looked forward to my daughter’s upcoming secret rendezvous with her new boyfriend.
To Be Continued
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* A neighborhood girl I know has this dog. One day I was at her house the dog said: “Let me out, I need some pussy.”
I sat stunned at what I just heard, a talking dog? WTF?????!!!!! He repeated it. I said: “Dogs can’t talk Willie.” I couldn’t believe myself that I was actually talking back to a dog.
We talked for a while and I told him I just had to write about this. He said fine, but I was the only human he would talk to, no vocal recordings or videos. I agreed. I scratched my head and let him tell me his story in his own words as I typed away….*
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Hi, my name is Willie, I’m a dog. Yes I can talk, why?…fuck if I know. I’m a medium size terrier, black and white. My owner, ’Lady’, I call her, feeds me, pets me, scratches behind my ears, buys me toys, Frisbees, and plays with me. I’m full grown now, but when I was a puppy, lady let me sleep in her bed with her.
At night is when I really have fun, I’m a male, un-fixed. It started one day when ‘Lady’, and I were taking a nap on the couch. I was having a dream, and my long pink dick came out, as I dreamed I was fucking some female dog beauty. My one hind leg started jumping and woke up lady. She smiled as I woke up and she started petting me….ahhhh…but this time was different. She started rubbing my tummy…(I love that) ..and soon she was letting her fingers brush against my dick, which was still fully out. I didn’t move at all. She had me in my pleasure zone. I closed my eyes, but peeked out just a little. She kept rubbing me, closer and closer to my dick.
Then she touched it.
I held real still. Soon her fingers were stroking my dick. I pushed my dick out to it’s max, and held it there for her. She looked all around as she continued. She stopped and got up and made sure all the blinds were closed tight and the door was locked. She lived alone. She was about 24 human years, big soft tits, I know, she has let me lick them before, and she was real sexy even to a dog. I waited, pretending to be asleep. She was wearing a long nightgown, no bra, and she took off her panties, and put them in her little pocket. She came back and started in stroking my extended dick again. All this had never happened before, and I was liking it.
She slowly laid down, putting her head next to my dick, which now pointed towards her face. I could feel her warm breath on my tummy. She was now inches from the tip of my dick, and breathing harder. She now put her hand between her legs and started doing something with her pussy. The pussy aroma came to my nose and started driving me crazy. I wanted to lick and fuck real bad, but I was getting a hand job, it was really hard for me. She had me by the dick, so I stayed where I was.
She smelled good, like pussy and perfume combined…I was in dog heaven. I licked her fingers on the hand by my mouth. Wow….she tasted like pussy! I licked and licked her fingers. When I licked the center of the palm of her hand, she shivered and moaned….She must have liked it, because she switched hands with the one down by her pussy. Oh Jezzzz!!!…I smelled fresh pussy!, I licked and licked till my tongue was almost dry. My licking of her fingers was making her moan now, as she stroked my dick a little faster. Her very hot breath on my dick was keeping it out and hard. As I enjoyed my first hand job. This was sure better than humping that little tree in the yard……then…..I felt something I had never ever felt before.
I couldn’t see, but I liked it a lot. It was warm, kind of like a females pussy, but something inside ‘it’ was moving. ‘IT’ moved around my dick and I felt a vacuum. “IT’ was licking on my dick and “IT” was wet. My doggy knot was coming up fast as this all was feeling good. I wanted to lick my balls, so bad, but…to late, here came the knot fast, like one of those imported motorcycles I like to chase.
I started shooting doggy cum like a fire hose! Lady gagged, and tried to get my knot out of her mouth. POP was the sound I heard, as my cum painted her face like a white fence. She moaned and shivered and shook. I guess she liked it, as she hugged me called me “OH WILLIE! BABY!!!”….
I pulled away, I had to lick my self, and my doggy balls were sore now. Lady, still trying to hug me, rubbing me all over.
I growled…I don’t like to be disturbed when I’m licking my dick.
She laid back and moaned some more. Then….I smelled pussy! Lady’s legs were wide open as she lay there. I jumped up and started licking her pussy. Now she really moaned. “OH Willie!!, your to much!“… she was weak, and my long tongue pushed in so far, her eyes started to cross! I guess my cold nose was right on her clit. She yelped and held my head. I growled….I don’t like to be disturbed when I’m licking pussy. Her pussy started moving up and down with my licks. She said: “Oh my god Willie….oh baby….mama’s gonna cum so good, baby….I was done licking, and now I had to fuck. I crawled up on her and started humping, trying to find her hole.
I think I must have humped her clit while I was trying. She yelled something about Jesus and God, and then reached down and helped me get my dick in her hole. In I went, my automatic fucking went into high gear. I closed my eyes and saw stars and beautiful female dogs. Lady began to yodel. I felt like I was riding a piston from a 10k rpm engine. I licked my lips as I tasted pussy. Then I stopped. I panted and panted as my automatic cummer went on and on. Now I had a real big knot in her, and I wanted to lick my dick again. I pulled, she moaned and said …
”OH God No Willie…wait!!! Please wait! We laid there, panting. It was hot. I was bored. She looked like a runaway milk pump got her. What a mess. POP, and I was gone to lick my dick again. She moaned and ask me If I loved her. I just wagged my tail…sure, sure, now lets eat!
She gave me so much steak that night I fell asleep with my nose in my doggy dish. The next day she said she bought me a Christmas present! I was hoping for a new Frisbee. Instead she got me some padded doggy socks.
I hated them….I couldn’t feel the floor right, and I slipped and slid around. She said they were for Willie’s fun time, and would keep my paws from scratching her. I still hated them. I fuck her a lot now, but I have to wear those stupid socks, and we fuck on a plastic sheet….ukkk’.
Now her girlfriends all come over and her two sisters too. I fuck’em all, except when the mailman comes, I bark like hell! I’m gonna get the son of bitch some day and bite him right in the ass!
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I heard scratching at the door. I knew it was Willie. I let him in. My cat took of like a shot. Willie just wagged his tail and jumped up on my couch. I petted him and he looked around, then looked at me. I said: “It’s safe to talk Willie.,” and he started to talk.
“Every thing has changed. Lady has a boyfriend now. I hate him and he hates me. I hump his leg every chance I get. He tells me to ‘Get off the fucking couch!’, and ‘Don’t put your nose in lady’s pussy!’
He’s fucking lady. He gets pissed if I come in and watch.
I set this fool up. He was being a bum sitting on the couch watching cartoons. I went into action. I started humping his leg, he pushed me off….I yelped!, and limped in to the kitchen where lady was and in my best sad puppy dog eyes…I whimpered and looked at her, holding one leg up. She ‘assumed’ he kicked me, and went in and threw his ass out the fucking door!
Ahhhh success! I limped and whimper some more. She carefully picked me up. I laid my head on her cleavage and I gave her tits a few licks. She smiled big and said: “Awwwww Willie, your so sweet. You sure do like my tits, don’t you.” She smiled as she took me to the couch and held me. She opened her blouse (no bra) and let me lick her tits all over….that, I liked!
The boyfriend never came back again…what a fool. Outsmarted by a fucking dog. Well, I gotta go back. Lady’s two sisters come over tonight. Their teenagers. One likes to suck me off, the other likes me to fuck her from behind. I better go take a doggy nap.….oh…. ya got any doggy treats?”
I gave him some doggy treats and off he went, pissing on all my trees.
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A few days later…….
I got a visit from Willie this morning…
….Willie came in my kitty door, ate some of her cat food, drank some her water and came and laid down on my couch and went to sleep. An hour later he woke up looking tired. He looked it me….I said it’s ok to talk. He said:
“Boy am I tired, Lady took me over to her parents house where her two 18 yr old twin sisters live. Those two little bitches dressed me up in doll clothes! They took me down stairs to show the parents…ha ha they all said… “Ain’t he cute.” I put my 12 ½ inch dick out for them all to see, and the dad said: “Take him away!”
I tried to tear the dress off but they stopped me. Next time I fuck them, I’m biting their hair into knots, see how they like it.
After lights out, I fucked them both and made them moan. The dad yelled out to “Be quiet in there!”…hee hee.
This morning I saw this beautiful cocker spaniel bitch…wow golden hair, curly and she smelled good, even her ass. I jumped on her, she held real still and then here comes a guy with a fucking water hose and squirts us! He called me names, so I shit in his yard in two places and left,
but he was too late. I dropped my load in the little bitch before he got there.
Well, time to go and give lady her afternoon pussy lick. See ya.
Oh……that cat food you got, tastes like dead fuck’in fish…ukkk!”
“See ya Willie”….and he was off…pissing on my bushes.
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The next time I saw Willie, he just walked in the kitty door and chased my cat away from her food dish. He sniffed it, then lifted his leg and pissed in her dish. He jumped up on my couch and I petted him as usual. I said: “Hi ya Willie!, (we can talk in a minute, as my girlfriend is leaving soon.) He sat waiting. Soon the girlfriend kissed me goodbye and said:
“Oh, this must be Willie!” She petted him and he licked her fingers, then she left. Willie watched and then began to talk. “Damn her pussy smells good! I’d love to fuck her, but you guys have shitty food here.” I asked how his home life was. He said: “Fuck’in women!…always trying to give me a bath. They want me to smell like peaches and stuff. I hate that. Lady’s little nephew came over one day for a while. Kids are ok until they hit me. I bite them in the ass when no one’s looking and then I yelp like they hit me. Works every time.
Lady brought over a girlfriend that had never been fucked by a dog. She got her good and drunk and told her I was a ‘blow up dog’ and the stem was under my belly. Dumb bitch tried and tried to blow me up, finally she got excited and sucked me off. Lady laughed herself silly and said: “See, Willie gives milk too!” We got her naked and I fucked her while she sang: “Some day my prince will cum!”….It’s Willie, ya dummy, not ‘prince’. She comes by once a week for a ‘lick up’ and her pussy always smells like plastic cucumbers. The things I do for a bag of steak chunks.
Well I gotta take shit in your neighbors yard, cause he yelled at me…”Get off my lawn, you mutt!” I bit holes in his garden hose yesterday.” I said: “Ok Willie, the doggie treats are in the corner. “ He gobbled them up and went to shit in the neighbors yard.
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Over the next few days I saw many yellow circles appear on my neighbors lawn. I sat on my porch and watched Willie. He fucked all the females dogs he could. He came over and jumped on my lap and licked my face, then whispered: (“I got a hand job from that Mrs. Perkins over there….I bet I‘ll be licking her pussy and fucking her in a few days. Her pussy smells like a dogs dick…must be that Skippy I keep running off.”)
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A few day’s later, in comes Willie. He jumps up on my couch for my ok for him to talk. “It’s ok, Willie, my girlfriend is gone to the store.” I said.
Willie said: “Well I’m having fun now. Mrs. Perkins is having me fuck her a lot….then her 18 yr old teenage daughter sees us fucking. Now she wants to know everything about me. When everyone is gone, she gets me in bed and looks at my dick real close. I of course let it out full length. Next she starts giving me a hand job. Next she’s got her skirt up and is poking her ass in my face. I love to lick a first timer…she moaned and jumped when I licked her clit.
She was leaning over the pillows and I mounted her. ‘Oooooo‘, she said, you should have heard her moan. She moaned in spurts…“oh oh oh oh”, as I buried my dick in her and fucked her fast. I think it was her first real climax, she really humped and moaned good. Now she calls me ‘sweet Willie’ and tried to put a leash on me and some sort of fuzzy collar. I put my nose in her pussy, and when she jumped, I ran away without that junk on me..…
Next, she brings over her girlfriend, who’s older at about 19. She’s told her about me and how I fucked her so good. This girl smells real good, and gets all hot for me. They both get in the bed and play with my dick. Soon the older one is sucking my dick, while the younger one plays with her friends pussy. I though they were going to fuck themselves, but the older one had to try me out. She sat on the younger ones face, and then they had me start fucking older one. The younger one licked me and the older one as I fucked the older one. That felt really good, but sorry young girl, I came and flooded the older ones pussy and splattered the young ones face. She was a good licker, and tried to lick me. With that short tongue of hers ….no way,
Besides—-
I like to lick myself…thank you.”
“Where’s your girlfriend?
“Now why do you want to know that Willie?”
“Because her pussy smells so fuck’in good, that’s why. Let me fuck her just once, I’ll never ask again.”
My girlfriend came home from shopping and Willie’s nose went right for her pussy. She giggled and came in a sat by me. She said: “I must be loosing my mind.” I said: “Why?”…”I could have sworn I heard that Willie dog whisper: (“Wanna fuck?”).
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Well…Willie had the hots for my girlfriend, so I wondered if she had ever been fucked by a dog. I discovered she had a friend who’s dog use to fuck her, and loved it.
She always wondered….(she was ‘dog curious’). I told her what I knew about it and that was all women like it for something different. The more I talked about it, the more curious she got. I said that Willie has several women he’s fucking.
She looked at me strange and asked: “How could know that?”…I said the mailman told me, he’d seen a few thru their windows, and It was always Willie. “Oh”. she said.
The next time Willie came by, I told him all about it. He said: “I know just what to do. I’ll start by sniffing and nudging her pussy, if she has no panties on, in goes my long tongue for the clit lick. That starts the ’curious’ thing in their mind and when the opportunity comes, I let my dick out all the way. This excites them and they always end up touching my dick, and usually start stroking it.” “Well Willie, lets us find out how ’curious’ my girlfriend is.” I said.
We got a plan going. I would get the girlfriend a little drunk on wine, (an easy task)….get her panties off here on the couch, then turn on the porch light. That would be Willie signal and he would take it from there. Saturday night I got some of her favorite wine and she got tipsy in no time and started getting hot. I got her panties off and played with her pussy.
I turned on the porch light un-noticed when I got more wine. Soon I heard Willie come in the kitty door and we both greeted him, as he had his dick all the way out. The girlfriend couldn’t take her eyes off his dick. She was already laying down on her back and Willie’s nose went straight for her pussy and out came his tongue and went deep in her. She gasp and said: “Ahhhh ..Oh my god Willie that tingles me, WOW!.” I got up and said I had to go to the liquor store, and left. Willie tells me later what happened.
“As soon a you left, I got up on her chest and licked her face. My dick was rubbing in her open blouse with no bra, right between her tits. She squirmed and held it saying: “Ooooo Willie, your dick is so warm…mmmm.”
“Sure enough, she just had to stroke my dick. My dick was long enough that the tip touched her lips. She closed her eyes and started licking the end of my dick.
This drives me crazy! Only human women do this and us male dogs can’t stand that much pleasure! I backed down, and my dick landed right on her clit. That’s when she jumped, and started Yodeling like an Alpine girl getting fucked.
Human women do that sometimes…strange.
I dropped back a little more and shoved my 12 ½ inches her hole. She wrapped her arms around me and we fucked fast. She yodeling loud, right in my ear!…Jezzzz. She started yelling, calling me “Oh God“.
The names “Willie”…ya dumb bitch. I let go with good quart of cum in her. She burped wine …yuck…and said she loved me so much. I got the fuck off her, I had to go lick my dick. I licked my dick as she looked at me with that sleepy smile…and tried to kiss me.
Lady!… I just licked my dick!…and I bolted out the kitty door.
She won’t try and put sweaters and shit on me now will she?” I said: “I’ll keep her from doing that Willie, the doggie treats are in your very own bowl now Willie. She bought a 50lb bag for you.”
Willie ate his treats and then said: “She’s a good bitch, but I’m fuck’in her from behind next time, I don’t want her burping wine ever again!”
…and off he went out the doggy door.
I watched thru my window as he shit on the neighbors newspaper, pissed on the guys lawn chair and wiped his butt across the guys white cement front porch….then the neighbors wife came out. She said: “Hi Willie“, then she looked all around, bent down and started giving Willie a hand job…..
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I came home from work, popped open a drink and sat on the couch. Willie came running in jumping around and then sat on the couch beside me. He said: “Your girlfriend is not home, we can talk ok. I’m in love with your cat Samantha, by the way.”
Willie and my cat ‘Sam’ started getting along and at first, just ignored each other. After a while they were sleeping together and playing with their toys together we had bought them. My girlfriend was awe struck and thrilled about all this. Willie continued: “I had been fucking my dog girlfriend ‘Sugar’ that day and came home to rest and lick my dick some more. Sam crept up and watched me. Soon she started licking my dick too.
Oh fuck!, her rough tongue almost made me cum. I had never had a kitty blow job, they are fucking super! I started licking her pussy and she meowed so nice. We’ve been doing this ever since. I wanted to fuck her more and more. One afternoon I got on her and started fucking her. She started to purr and fucked me back real fast. It was so good, I must have licked her for 20 minutes after words. The bitch told me I had a nice dick. Damn she has nicest fur around her pussy, it’s a real turn on for me. That rough tongue of hers on my balls, just drives me wild! I said: “Wow Willie, that some news!”
Sam walked in the room, sat down and watched Willie and I talk. Willie got up and whispered something in her ear. Sam came over slowly, jumped up on the couch and laid in my lap. Willie jumped up and lay beside me. Willie said: “Ain’t she a beauty. I love her tabby tiger stripes, it’s a real turn on.” Sam began to purr and looked up at me made some kitty sounds, and licked my fingers. “She says she likes you, but I wouldn’t try and fuck her if I were you, those claws…you know.”
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My girlfriend left for the evening and they must have seen her leave. Sam came in and then Willie through the kitty/doggie door. Sam muttered something.… Willie said: “Bitch”. They were having a lovers tiff, it seems. Willie had chased off a male cat and Sam got pissed about it. Willie jumped up and sat beside me. “I chased one of her old boyfriends up a fuck’in tree, and now she’s whining about it. That’s what I do, chase cats!…all except one.”
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Well, they got over it and went back to fucking. My girlfriend had not seen them yet…..until tonight. I waited… she came running in the living room, out of breath. “I….just saw…oh my god…just saw Willie having sex with SAM!” I said: “Oh yeah…ha ha, that’s a funny one dear. Did they ’talk’ to you too?” She started to get pissed. “NO…Really!…our little Sam is a whore who let’s dogs fuck her!” I stopped and looked at her. She paused and then began to grin. “Sam does what?” I said.
“I guess I can’t say anything, can I…..” she said: “Did you ask Willie why he was fucking a cat?” She just shook her head and said: “Sure,…. like he’s going to talk and tell me all about it…..” Willie was listening around the corner.
He told Sam to take off running. Here came Sam like a rocket with Willie right on her ass. I said: “They seem normal to me dear, are you feeling ok?” Next thing I knew I was being hit with a pillow over and over. “I (hit) saw (hit) Willie (hit) FUCKING OUR CAT! (hit). I said: “Did Sam moan?” I got dirty looks, then she shook her finger at Willie and said: “Dogs don’t fuck cats, Willie!” Willie laid on his back. Sam came over, licked his dick a couple of times and walked casually on by. My girlfriend curled up in my lap and said: “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
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That night the girlfriend decided to get drunk. Willie watch with anticipation. He knew when she got drunk, she liked Willie to fuck her. Sam just watched. The girlfriend lay on the couch with her legs across my lap, singing. “Where oh where can my Willwee dog be…la la…de de…la la.”
She raised up her nightgown and ask me to rub her pussy. I did and she said: “Willwee, look what ma ma’s got for you Willwee”. Sam just watched. Willie came a running. He jumped on my lap and whispered: (“Excuse me, but could you scoot way over?”) I smiled and moved over.
Sam just watched.
In went Willie’s nose and then his tongue, deep in the girlfriends pussy. The girlfriend moaned and said: “There’s my Willwee, do ma ma and let’s have some fun.”
Sam just watched.
She opened her legs wide for Willie and pulled him up to fuck her. Sam just watched. Willie’s dick came out full and he started humping her trying to find her hole. She reached down and put his dick in her pussy. Her moaning began as Willie speed fucked her fast.
Sam got up and slowly walked to the foot of the couch. The girlfriend moaned and pulled Willie deep in her pussy, as she fucked him back. Sam began a deep growl. Her tail at a low sweeping motion. She began to crouch, POW….she jumped up and bit the girlfriend on the nose. A flurry of paws with claws across her face. The girlfriend yelled and covered her face while pushing Sam off of her.
Willie paid no attention as he speed fucked her and flooded her with his cum. Soon Willie’s knot held them together. The girlfriend grabbed Willie to keep him on her until his knot went down. Sam attacked her hand and bit her about 7 times in one nano second. I was laughing so hard I couldn’t help the girlfriend. Sam took off, Willie licked the girlfriends wounded hand and I almost peed my pants.
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There’s a sign in our front window that reads: CAT FOR SALE, put there by the girlfriend. It’s the 4th one as Willie keeps biting them down, and shredding them all over the living room floor…….
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An Edited Life, Part 1
The hot bath was a welcome friend.
My eyes closed as my body sank into the deep tub, the lavender and chamomile-infused water seemingly embracing me as I inched into it, sighing softly as my frame nestled against the tub’s bottom.
It had been a hectic six months. Nearly a year earlier, a developer contacted me about coming to work in a planned community along the Indiana bank of the Ohio River, not terribly far from my hometown. The idea intrigued me, less for its proximity to home than for the town that was being built from nothing but gently-rolling hills and the challenges of the position I’d been offered.
When Alan Mercer first shared his vision, I was, admittedly, skeptical. He’d acquired five square miles of somewhat desolate land, several miles upstream from Louisville, Kentucky. On it, he was developing what could best be described as a playground for the youthful and educated. From the mixed-used buildings – with restaurants and retail and street level and apartments and condos above – to the sprawling riverfront park with its golf course, softball fields and amphitheater; to the winery and you-pick-it farm at the site’s fringe; to the enclosed water taxis that went back and forth to downtown Louisville, Mercer had seemingly thought of everything.
My role was to serve as the assistant editor of the development-owned media, keeping residents and visitors abreast of anything and everything that had to do with The Meadows at River’s Edge. The job was a hybrid of journalism and public relations, but about eighty-five percent of the development’s adults and a fast-growing number of its visitors were plugged in to our work, and neither its importance or its salary and significant perks were lost on me.
As my body absorbed the water’s warmth, it struck me how little I was plugged in to my new hometown. Several months had passed between Mercer’s offer and the actual move, and now six months into my new life, I realized I was living an endless procession of ten- to twelve-hour work days, with little to no human interaction after leaving the office.
That had to change.
My thoughts began to drift more deeply into my loneliness. The only man I’d really given a second look during the past six months was Andre Gregory, my editor. About five years older than me, Andre is a rock-solid six-foot-three, with a shaved head and crystal-clear chocolate skin. His smooth, deep voice is the sort one would want melting them to sleep night after night.
At times, the little smiles that often accompany Andre’s glances seemed knowing, almost taunting, causing my tummy to flutter slightly. Even as he’d always interacted with me as a gentleman, his look – THE look – often made me wonder what he was thinking.
But Andre was not only a co-worker, he was my boss. Tempted? Yes. But I could never let it happen.
As my bath lingered, I noticed the water cooling. No longer was steam drifting from its surface and a chill was beginning to run through me. Grudgingly climbing from the tub, I wrapped towels around my body and head and walked into bedroom, surprised to find that more than thirty minutes had passed since I’d sought refuge in the water.
Tonight, I was going out. This playground in which I’d found myself had become a lonely place, and with the awakening of spring and having the weekend off, this wasn’t a Friday night to be wasted as so many others had been since my arrival.
It’s been so long since my last night out, I felt almost inept to dress myself athletic, five-foot-nine frame for anything other than a day at the office. After what seemed like an eternity of indecision, my hand reached into the closet and came out with a hanger that contained a blue, floral-print figure-skater dress. Admittedly, it was almost too short, its skirt reaching just below my tush. But, hey, one can’t afford to spend a rare evening out unnoticed.
It was but a 10-minute walk from my apartment to the club at which I’d decided to spend the evening it. Strolling along the river, it struck me that I was turning some heads as others passed, including one poor bastard whose wife or girlfriend rewarded his glance at me with an open-handed slap to the back of his head.
The journey was both unsettling and gratifying.
The music from Escape was noticeable from about half a block away, its pulse growing louder with each step. The lobby was crowded as was the club itself, but an open table next to the dance floor beckoned, so I sat, relaxed, ordered a vodka and cranberry juice and began taking everything in.
Journalists are awful about mentally picking people apart, perhaps as a defense mechanism as much as anything. As my gaze flowed around the club, I began to analyze the people around me. That man with the tacky gold chains and his shirt open by about two buttons too many ought to head straight back to 1975 where he belongs. The fifty-something woman just a tad overweight for the spandex in which she was clad was probably mistaken to be hitting on twenty-something men.
Time passed and several drinks had flowed through my lips, and it suddenly struck me that a Friday night at home in front of the television might not have been a bad idea.
It was approaching midnight and nearly two hours had been wasted at the club. It was becoming more and more obvious that with no hope of companionship in sight and after having finished off a couple of drinks, it might be time to leave.
“How interesting,” a familiar voice whispered in my ear, from behind, “my dormant flower has emerged from her hole with the spring’s warmth.”
Though I turned my head, it wasn’t necessary to see my editor before I knew it was he who had teased me, using my dress’s print as imagery to poke fun at my lack of socialization.
His hand reached over my shoulder, grabbing one of the empty glasses on the table at which I sat, lifting it to his nose and taking a breath before snickering, “Drinking vodka and cranberry juice alone while surrounded by people; how absolutely typical of you.”
Though a smile crossed my lips, the emptiness I felt outside of work had become a bit painful. I grabbed my purse from the table, stood and turned, muttering, “I was just leaving actually,” only to feel his hand against my tummy as he said, “Oh no you don’t. You spend six months doing nothing but working and you think you’re heading home at eleven on a Friday night when you’ve the weekend off?”
My tummy fluttered slightly at his touch, and I glanced at him and said, “You won’t let me leave?”
He said nothing, smiling as he shook his head, grabbing my purse and returning it to the table before sitting in the chair across from me. Andre then motioned for the waitress standing nearby, ordering another vodka and cranberry for me and a Woodford Reserve on the rocks for himself.
Andre reached across the table, taking my hand in his, briefly saying nothing as he looked at me.
“Not once can I remember you mentioning a date, socializing, anything that would lead me to believe you’ve allowed yourself to enjoy a life outside of our work,” he said.
His observation did nothing for my self-confidence, and I caught myself struggling to find the right words with which to respond.
“The opportunities just haven’t been there,” I said, immediately realizing how hollow my words sounded.
“No,” he said. “The opportunities are there, you’ve just not taken advantage of them.”
Our drinks arrived, and I quickly grabbed my glass, lifting it to my lips before I said something else that left me coming across like a child making poorly-engineered excuses for unacceptable behavior.
“Look around us,” Andre continued. “It’s Friday night, the club is packed with people and I found you sitting here alone. If I had to guess, I’d say you picking them apart, person by person, so that you had a prefabricated veto in hand, in the event that any of them dared approach you.”
I caught myself – barely – before I spit my drink on the table.
“That’s exactly what I’d been doing,” I said with a smirk, realizing how observant Andre had been of my personality during the past half year.
The chat – which was more a polite lecture than anything – continued, with Andre chiding me for burying myself in my work when it wasn’t necessary for me to work at all, given that the trust my parents had set up for me afforded me considerably more financial independence than a career in journalism ever would.
What bothered me most about Andre’s friendly rant was that he left me with no room to object, so I listened somewhat helplessly as he methodically laid out what was wrong with my life.
With our glasses nearly empty, Andre ordered more drinks, but before they arrived, he stood and motioned for me to join him, taking me by the hand and leading me to the dance floor. My first few steps with him were awkward, between the drinks I’d already had and the rarity with which I wore heels.
Andre led me to an open spot on the floor, turned me around so that my back was to him, wrapped his thick, muscular arms around me and guided my body against his as we began to sway together.
Had this man not been my boss, what had happened wouldn’t have bothered me a bit, but here I was, in public and with his arms wrapped tight around me. What if a co-worker popped in? How many of these people had seen both our photos scattered throughout our work?
As these thoughts flowed through my mind, Andre’s hands slid down my sides, grabbing my hips and pulling my ass against his pelvis. Even with my embarrassment, my spine tingled at the attention and almost instinctively, I pressed back against him and gave my hips a playful little shimmy, only to have him lean forward and with that velvet-like voice purr, “Tonight, you’re going to socialize.”
We’d danced for nearly an hour, and I’d felt almost as if I were being publicly displayed before Andre very calmly said, “Now we can go.”
“We?” I replied. “It’s no trouble to walk home. It’s not that far.”
He smirked as he took my hand and led me back past the tabled where my purse – and our untouched drinks – sat. I grabbed my bag and followed him out the door and down the street to his Wrangler, climbing in as he opened the door for me before he entered on the other side.
“You’re coming to my place,” Andre said, as he started the car.
My head turned toward him as I replied, “Pardon? That strikes me as inappropriate.”
He nodded as he softly said, “Yes, it is,” his tone an almost mocking one.
Had Andre not been my boss, none of this would have been a conflict for me. He is a stunning, confident and cerebral, strong in every sense of the word.
As he drove, my mind struggled to grasp what was happening. After half a year of a social void, how was it possible that I’d just spent an hour unexpectedly dancing with my editor and was now even more unexpectedly in his car, tingling from having a bit too much vodka, heading to his house?
Andre pulled into his garage and clicked the remote on his visor, closing the door behind us. He exited the Wrangler, walked around its backside and opened the door for me, and then I followed him into his home.
We walked into his living room and stood behind what appeared to be a fairly expensive leather sofa. His arms wrapped around me again, this time pulling me toward him face-to-face and our lips met, first fluttering together before mine opened and his tongue slid into my mouth, causing me to moan into his as my heart began to race and a vaguely familiar warmth began to build within me.
Instinctively, I struggled, even as the moment was enjoyable. “He’s my boss,” was the thing that kept running through my mind. Andre apparently sensed my hesitation, my doubt, grabbing me all the harder and kissing me that much more passionately.
The kiss lingered, and my mouth felt full as his tongue slowly snaked within it. So focused was I on what Andre was doing with to mouth that I’d failed to notice that he’d grabbed my dress’s hem and was lifting it up my body, and that my arms had risen over my head without me even realizing it. It was only when he broke the kiss – my bra-less breasts exposed to the room’s cool air – to lift the flowery blue garment over my head that I actually became aware of what was happening.
So there I was, standing in Andre’s living room wearing nothing but a blue satin thong and nearly perfectly-matching, heeled sandals.
“Lose the shoes,” he said, and I nodded, lifting each foot, in turn, before tossing the sandals toward where my dress lay on the floor.
Andre slowly turned me, leaving me facing the sofa’s back. His hand found the middle of my back, bending me forward, and my own hands grabbed the sofa, leaving me bent at the hips and nervously stammering, “W-W-What are you …” before he shushed me.
The few seconds that passed seemed like an eternity. I could feel Andre looking at me, inspecting me before I jerked forward as a sharp sting exploded within me, his hard black hand having come crashing onto my ass. He laughed when a high-pitched whimper passed through my lips then said, “I told you back at the club you were going socialize tonight.”
My grip on the sofa tightened, expecting to be spanked again, but nothing happened. As my fingers relaxed, another slap shot through the air when he struck my other bun, this time hard enough that my knees buckled and I squealed, “Holy shit!” as I struggled to hold myself up.
That my rump was burning didn’t stop Andre from groping it with his powerful hands. As he kneeled behind me, his palms rotated, his fingers having been pointed toward the floor while he was standing, then ending up pointed toward my back by the time he reached his knees.
He slipped his forefingers into my panties’ waistband and pulled them over my hips, drawing them down my legs. As they reached my ankles, I lifted first one foot, then the other, stepping out of them. Andre’s hands returned to my ass, pulling me open and then he smirked, “I am soooooooo gonna enjoy this.”
As he kneeled behind me, he took a slow, deep breath as his nose hovered oh so close. My legs trembled as his warm exhale flowed through my crotch, and it struck me that his nostrils had to be filled with my musk. His grip on my ass tightened and he pulled me open even further, to the point that it strained me enough so that I rolled to the balls of my feet.
Again, seconds passed and nothing happened before he jolted me again with the flutter of his tongue against my folds. I dared not release my grip on the sofa’s back, and my body began to writhe with his licks, and I could hear him chuckle as he teased me with his lapping at my pussy.
As Andre’s tongue flowed through my vulva, the guilt within me grew. It was nearing 2 a.m. on Saturday and my editor’s face was in my snatch and my honey was dripping onto his eager tongue. How the hell would we face each other at the office on Monday?
Having been lost in my remorse, I’d not even noticed that Andre had stood up till I looked over my shoulder and saw that he’d been upright long enough to shed his clothes and toss them to the floor to our left. When he brushed up behind me, a gasp escaped my lips as I felt his rigid shaft against my tush as he leaned forward, guiding my hands from the sofa’s back and bending me completely over it.
The cold leather made be break out in goose bumps, despite the heat that raged within me. My areolas were rock-hard at the ends of my full, round breasts and Andre’s hands found those spots where the backs of my thighs joined my buttocks, his thumbs pointing inward and pulling me open, as he deeply, calmly said, “I’m about to change your life, Gabi.”
He held me open as the head of his thick, brown cock hovered at my entrance, as if he instinctively knew I’d never had a black man inside me, as if he wanted to give me a moment to ponder what he was about to do to me.
And then, it happened.
With one vicious thrust, Andre filled me, his pelvis crashing hard into my white ass as my warm, slick womb engulfed every last inch of him, his cock’s crown stabbing my cervix. I’d never felt so full, and my scalp began to tingle beyond the voda’s effect as his hands slipped to my hips, grabbing them firmly as he began to slide in and out, my lips emitting intermittent moans as he began to use my body for his pleasure.
The tickle from my crotch was overwhelming, resonating through me from head to toe as he flowed back and forth, my slit dripping its nectar down the back of the couch I was bent over with the longest, thickest cock I’d ever taken making itself at home inside me after having gone so many months without.
As Andre pounded me again and again, my guilt gave way to raw, primal lust. No man had ever robbed me of control and used me this way, and I found myself savoring the moment, as if falling into a trance.
“Fuck the shit out of me!” I growled, the words escaping me before I’d even realized it.
“All … weekend … long,” he calmly replied, hammering me all the harder.
My feet lifted from the floor, my legs drawing up as Andre’s prick filled me again and again, my weight teetering on the couch’s back, my head spinning as I wondered whether he was serious, whether I’d spend the weekend with him between my legs, digging myself an even deeper hole before the new work week began.
As my body rocked atop the sofa, Andre’s hand slammed against my ass again and a shriek passed through my lips, his cock likely the only thing from keeping me from falling over.
My sense of time was lost as Andre impaled me unmercifully, seemingly thousands of times, to the point that my snatch ached and convulsed as it never had before, only a brief glance at the clock bringing me to the realization that it was after 3.
He groaned as his rod began to twitch violently, deep inside me.
Andre didn’t withdraw immediately, holding himself in me long enough that his prick began to soften. When he finally slid out, my legs uncurled and my feet again touched the floor, and his jizz began to run down my inner thighs.
He guided me around to face him again and I looked up at his ebony face, blushing deep red as I muttered, “All weekend long?”
“Yes,” he said confidently as he nodded, “As I said, I’m going to change your life.”
Andre grabbed my hand and led me down the hall to his bedroom, and I nuzzled against him as we drifted to sleep, my mind filled with hazy images of what the rest of the weekend might hold.
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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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Alice Chapter Four
AliceChapter FourThe Brig
Alice had had herself an indulgent bout of sobbing, and felt that now she ought to try being productive instead. She was locked in a steel room, with only her stockings and a slops bucket. Escape seemed improbable. If her last day in this world were any indication, Alice was fairly sure that these people intended to rape her. Well, the captain at least. She didn’t see how the pawns could do so; their groins were notably devoid of genitalia. Alice didn’t know she could do very much to stop that, so perhaps she had better have a think about what to do afterwards. Could she make a break for it when the captain was sated? Might he simply let her go afterwards? Well, she supossed, she didn’t really know very much, and how could she plan anything without knowing anything?
She heard a loud banging over the top of the din from the furnace. She got to her feet and found she could just peer through the slats of the door if she stood on tip toes. A few feet from the door two black pawns were nailing together some kind of frame, a beam perhaps four inches wide and deep, and about three feet long was being attached to a pair of A legs, stoutly framed with bracers. As she watched they hammered in metal rings, one each on the legs near the foot, two more in the middle of the beam, and another two were being put it near the top.
One of the pawns seemed to notice her, and grinned, though without a mouth, it was just those odd moulded lips that moved. He turned to face her and looked down at himself. Alice gasped as between his legs the plastic began to bulge, quickly forming a rounded sausage that grew, becoming erect as she watched. It swelled in seconds, coming to a full foot in length. He put his hands on his hips, and thrust them, pantomiming fucking.
Alice dropped down and went back to the corner. Oh dear, she thought, this is quite a pickle. These strange black mannequins seemed unreasonably capable of raping her too, and they had been told to ‘warm her up’. She wondered how many of them would do so, there were four of them assembling the wooden frame thing, not counting the red ones who seemed to be chained in place, but there had been at least a dozen she’d seen as she was brought down here.
A shadow passed over her, and she looked up. Through the metal grill in the ceiling she could just make out the captain, standing on the grill.
“Please, sir, let me go, I’ve never done anything to you!” she cried. That was greeted only by a snort.
“Now now, we’ve not even had a chance to meet you properly, and already you want to go? I’m afraid I can’t let that happen, not when such a delightful prize just falls into my boat, no, you’ve got a lot of entertaining to do before we’re through with you.” With a grunt and a deep breath the captain came down on his knees, leering in through the metal.
“If you’re a very good girl then I might consider throwing you overboard when we’re done. I’m tempted though to put you into my boiler, there’s not much fat on you, little girl, but any fuel’s good fuel to me!” Alice gaped, sudden terror filling her body, so acute it was like pain. They were going to burn her?!
“We might even do you the kindness of killing you before we shovel you in, wouldn’t that be nice?” Alice just stared, mute with fear.
“Well, I’d think you’d prefer getting thrown overboard, when it all comes down to it, eh?” Alice nodded, her head jerking, the horror binding her muscles.
“I may do that, if I take a liking to you. Do you think I will?”
“I hope so, sir,” she sobbed, wrapping her arms around her.
“Let’s see, shall we?” The captain leered as he undid his flies, and extracted his dick. It was soft, Alice noticed with some relief, though it looked like it would be big when it was hard. It was pale, with traces of swarthy hair, and what looked like some sores of some kind. There was an obnoxious smell that emanated from his trousers.
“I can’t reach, sir, you’re too high up!”
“Oh, you don’t need to. Show me how much you enjoy getting a shower…” he growled and as he did so, he started to piss. Alice had watched the cat urinating only an hour or so before, but that had been curiously natural, a carnal thing.
“Don’t just look at it, bitch, show me you love it!” growled the captain. Alice nervously stepped forwards, and tentatively put her hand into the streams, feeling the hot piss splashing on her. The captain adjusted his aim, and suddenly Alice was getting a torrent of urine in her face. She squealed in shock and started to back away.
“No, no!” he yelled, “Get under it, and tell me you love it!” Alice closed her eyes, feeling the tears on her cheeks being washed away by the fat captain’s pee. She stepped forwards, feeling the gushing, stinking stuff flooding her hair, running down her naked body.
“I can’t hear you…” he growled, “tell me you love it!”
“I love it, sir!”
“What do you love? And look up at me!” Alice raised her head, keeping her eyes closed she felt the full force of his stream.
“I love you pissing on me, sir!” she yelped, hot piss splashing her mouth as she spoke the words.
“Better. Now, hold your mouth open, I have to finish!” Alice obediently opened her lips, and was rewarded with the last few moments of urine filling her mouth. It certainly tasted bad, it was sweet and had the flavour of alcohol, but was also thick with ammonia. Still, even the captain’s wasn’t as bad as she had feared it would be.
“Now, swallow it!” he commanded. She did so reluctantly, fearing she would be induced to vomit. She was able to keep it down though, and looked up at the captain as he got to his feet.
“Well, I’ve seen worse I suppose. Not many, mind you. What do you say?” he laughed as he put his prick away.
“Thank you, sir…”
“Thank you for what?”
“Thank for my,” she hesitated, “piss shower?”
“Good enough. Maybe you’ll do better when I come back for a shit!” He laughed, a full belly laugh as he watched Alice’s dumbfounded expression. She almost fell to the floor, reeling at the fat man’s suggestion. He couldn’t be serious, he just couldn’t. She leaned back against the wall, the smell of the captain’s cooling piss flooding her nostrils.The Wooden Bench
Alice didn’t have much time to collect herself. It was only a few minutes before she heard the bar being slammed back on the door. She grabbed the slop bucket and as the door opened she threw it will all her strength. It hit the pawn in the chest and he stepped back, looking down at the splattering of piss and shit on his chest. She backed into the corner as he stepped through and gripped her arms. She screamed, fear filling her as he started to pull her towards the door. A second pawn came in, and together they lifted her up and manhandled her through to the engine room. The bench was waiting, and two more of the black plastic men pulled her down onto it.
The captain was there, sneering at her as the pawns forced her hands down the front two legs, running rope round her wrists, they quickly and expertly tied them to the metal rings. Alice kicked and struggled, but soon they had her legs tied down too. A single loop of rope pulled her neck down onto the wood, lifting her face so she stared into the boat’s furnace. The last rope went round her waist, securing her down on the bench. The captain squatted down, his face next to hers.
“I’ve given you to the whole crew,” he murmured, “what do you think of that?” Alice said nothing, shocked into silence.
“They’ll get you ready for me, they’re going to be thorough. They’re going to fuck you raw. But you’re going to like it, if you don’t want to go in there,” he whispered as he pointed to the roaring flames in the furnace, “so what do you say? Are you going to be good?”
“I’ll be good,” Alice whispered.
“Ask me, beg me for it.”
“Please, I want to do it.”
“Do what, bitch?”
“I want to fuck your men.”
“Yeah, you do, I can tell, you’re a slut, a whore, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir…”
“Tell me!”
“I’m a slut! I’m a whore!” The captain grinned, and stood, unbuckling his belt, and pulling his cock and balls free.
“Kiss my balls!” he commanded, bringing the sweaty reeking things to her lips. As tears flowed down her cheeks she pouted her lips, and brought them to the sagging wrinkled flesh.
“Good girl. Right, this is the first shift,” he gestured as six black pawns lined up behind him. Each had a dick growing between their legs now. Four of them simple rounded tubes, but one had a series of bulges, growing in size from tip to root, the first the size of a golfball, the last like a grapefruit. The final pawn had three writhing, snakelike tentacles, each as thick as a banana.
The captain turned to speak to the plastic men.
“You have half an hour, use her as much as you can.” With a laugh, he placed an upturned hourglass on the bricks supporting the furnace, and with that, he left, and Alice looked up tearfully as the six black pawns moved past her. She shuddered as she felt their hands, so many hands, gliding down her back, down to her tight cheeks. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the sounds and the heat of the furnace as thick, smooth plastic fingers forced into her privates. Two fingers in her pussy, then three, four, a fifth forced inside, stretching her cunt. Another finger pushed into her anus, and she clenched instinctively. Nothing had ever entered her bottom before, and she was momentarily carried away with the new sensation. The fingers pulled, and pushed, moving incessantly in her, but then they were gone, and something bigger started to enter her. It was cold, even in the furnace room, with rough edges. Surely not one of those weird pawn cocks, Alice thought, but suddenly the thing was gushing some kind of fluid into her, thick, and slippery. She twisted her head, pulling against the rope to look back, and saw the wide end of a funnel protruding from her pudenda. One of the pawns was holding a big can of what looked like thick black engine grease, and was pouring it into the funnel.
The grease filled her completely, working into every nook and cranny of her cunt, flowing down, dripping into a bucket that stood between the legs of the bench. As the funnel was whipped away, one of the pawns immediately shoved his big black dick into her. She coughed, shocked at the size of him, and despite herself, she felt a small pang of thrill as the cock shot a torrent of slime out of her. Alice whimpered, unable to hold back as the foot of thick, firm pawn prick slid all the way into her. This one was even longer and much thicker than Felix, she could feel every inch of her insides expanded fully.
The pawn didn’t hesitate, as soon as he was fully inside the little girl he pulled back, and began to fuck, a firm pacing, rythmic and powerful, his hands on her hips as he systematically violated her cunt.
Alice gasped, desperate for air as she was methodically pounded. She would never have believed that her pussy could have taken something that size. The lubricant dribbled from her as the plastic man’s hands gripped tighter.
This wasn’t as bad as she had thought, Alice pondered. His huge tool was so big she thought it would have ripped her to pieces, but her cunt was already open enough for it. She turned her head back, looking into the flames as the red pawns continued to shovel stuff into the furnace. She looked closer, it seemed that they were using not coal, but some kind of off-white gooey mulch, a bit like soft cheese. Curious, she wondered what it was even as she was jolted back and forth on the rough wood.
The first pawn slowed, his fingers dug into her skin, and she felt him begin to gush inside her. Where did that come from, she thought, surely they had no where for it to shoot from?
She had no time to relax, though, for as soon as the first one pulled himself from her pussy, a second took his place. This one was smaller, not by much, but she could tell from the way her pussy contracted onto him, enveloping him. He was faster, though, eager, maybe desperate as he screwed her. She felt one hand on the small of her back as the other come down between her buttocks. A finger pushed into her anus and she closed her eyes.
Alice tried to relax as much as she could. The first pawn had only taken a few minutes to get off, maybe this would all be over soon. The light from the furnace was suddenly gone, and she opened her eyes. In front of her was one of the pawns, one with a more or less normal dick. It was hard, curving upwards, and right in front of her face. She lifted her eyes, unable to lift her head. That pawn’s hands gripped the sides of her face, just as Felix had done this morning, and she found her mouth opening automatically. As soon as she did so, he pushed into her, his tool sliding up her tongue. It wasn’t quite like plastic, she thought, more like a hard rubber. It was warm, but then it was like sauna in the engine room anyway. His prick reached the back of her mouth, but kept going. Holding her head, he pushed, and the thick rubbery tube slid into her throat. Alice convulsed as it slid in, and suddenly brought up her stomach, bile exploding round his prick, thick and viscous. The pawn pulled out quickly and she looked up, fearing retribution. He smiled, and patted her on the head before his grin turned to a snarl and he rammed his dick home, sliding all the way down, causing her to retch again, bringing more bile up as he buried his cock in her throat.
She struggled to breathe and as the pawn shafted her little mouth, she bit down as hard as she could. He immediately stopped, she felt his fingers curling into her hair as suddenly he came. Quite the unexpected reaction, she thought, as almost scalding fluid erupted in her throat, mixing with vomit. She could taste a powerful aniseed flavour. He pulled out slowly, her teeth scraping on his member and as he withdrew, he chucked her under the chin and stepped away. As he moved his hands flashed into shapes, fingers darting rapidly. Was this how they communicated, Alice wondered? She’d never heard a sound out of them, and they had no real mouths.
The pawn in her pussy came then, a second big load flooding her. There were a few seconds after his extraction, before a third smooth prick slide inside. One of the black figures stepped in front of her again, and she looked up. It offered her a finger, and she opened her lips enough for him to push it in. She could taste the strange rubbery plastic flavour, the same as the other one’s cock, but also a musky scent. Her tongue explored before she suddenly realized that this must be the finger that had been in her arse. She recoiled from it, and the pawn looked up to his fellow, and began to click his fingers very quickly. Might this be their laughing? She wondered, as she spat, trying to rid herself of the flavour.
The dick in her cunt seemed to be growing, it was already much fatter than the previous two. She looked up at the hourglass. It seemed as though perhaps it was half empty now. The cock was changing shape, she realized, even as the pawn fucked it into her, it was getting wider, and developing ridges. He was pushing down into her, forcing her clitoris down against the wood. Alice was alarmed to realize that she was reacting to this fucking, her pussy was seeping juice, and she could feel a tingle.
The ribbed thing in her cunt was going quickly, too quickly, Alice felt herself close to an unwanted orgasm. As she got close, he finally spurted. He didn’t so much as slow down, his prick reaming her cunt even as he spilt his seed into her. As he pulled free she felt air entering her as her pussy took a second to close up. There was fluid dripping from her now, as the next pawn slid into her. This was the one with three snakes, she realized. They writhed deep inside her, twirling, flexing and exploring as the three sinewy lengths forced her open again.
The feeling was bizarre, not like any of the others. This felt wrong, but also it was touching all of her, she could feel the tentacles touching every one of her most tender areas. Alice looked up at the glass again, and saw it was perhaps two thirds gone. That relief was marred when one of the tentacles appendages suddenly slipped into her anus. It was much bigger than the finger had been and she squealed in shock. There was a sudden sound that she realized was several of the pawns clicking their fingers in laughter. The two snake-cocks in her cunt seemed to intertwine, locking together into a single hard prick.
The three cocks slammed into her, and she gulped in air as she was rammed from behind, rocking the bench. Alice flexed her hands, they were starting to go numb. As she did so the three snake-dicks pulled from her. The relief in her ring was immediate, but short lived as the pawn with the series of bulges popped the first one in. Alice felt her anus close round the bulb just as the triple snaked pawn stepped in front of her, his writhing tools by her lips. She opened her mouth, knowing there was no point resisting. The pawn pushed two in at once. They filled her mouth, squirming into her cheeks. There was a shove behind her, and she felt another two bulges pop into her raw arse. She was opened there now wider than she’d ever been. A fourth bulge forced its way inside her, maybe the size of an apple. The pain was intense, a burning sensation. This one didn’t seem to want to thrust much, he just made slight shifts, his odd shaped cock twitching in her bowels.
After a few moments of face-fucking his pair of dicks into her, she again tasted aniseed as they spurted on her tongue. He pulled them out, and Alice watched as those two went limp, and then began to disappear. The third was still big and hard though, and Alice could tell by the smell and streaks on it that this one had been in her backside. She clamped her mouth shut, determined that she would not taste her own arse again. As she did so, though, the weird one in her backside heaved, and rammed another bulge home. She couldn’t help but yelp at the sudden sharp pain, and that was enough, the third tentacle was slipped into her mouth, and her lips closed on it.
“Come on, you fucks, time’s nearly up!” It was the captain, judging by the voice. Alice’s eyes were tightly shut as the snake in her face pumped into her. She could taste her own bowels on it, a thick musty flavour.
At the sound of the captain’s voice the bulging cone cock in her arse pulled back, and then slammed in again, the passing of the shapes made her ring twitch and flutter. Again and again this happened, and Alice could feel her hole hanging open as the smaller ones passed.
Snake-dick came then, thick wads of licorice spunk filling her mouth. As he withdrew it drooled from her lips as she shrieked from the pain of her anus being ravished. The pawn in her arsehole erupted at the same time. As Alice felt her ring contracting after the violation, she suddenly felt movement, and with a shock of shame and helplessness, she realized she was shitting, explosively, splattering out feces, which sounded like it was mostly landing in the bucket.
The captain looked back and snorted with amusement.
“Oh, my. I suppose I should have told you we’ll be using that bucket to grease you up next time. Maybe it’ll be a little better, now, though, eh?” He sat back, pulling a stool from the shadows. One of the pawns untied one hand, and gripping it tightly, brought it behind her. There wasn’t a need for it, though, Alice didn’t have the strength to do anything. Soon, she was freed, and was carried back into the brig by two of the black plastic men.
As the bolt was slammed home, the captain looked through the window.
“I’m going to let you recover for a while, whilst we think of something new for you, then it’ll all start again. If you show me that you’re a grateful little girl, I’ll give you two hours, and some bread. If not, then one hour and no food.” Alice looked up.
“Thank you sir, for all the fucking.”
“You loved it, didn’t you?”
“I did, sir, I loved it,” Alice sobbed.
“Especially up that tight shitter, I’ll bet.”
“Yes, sir, especially in my rear, I loved being fucked in my rear.”
“You’re a quick learner, I’ll give you that.” Alice heard him laughing as he moved away, and soon all she could hear was the roar of the furnace, and the clanking of machinery. She rested her head against the wall of the brig, and closed her eyes.
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Keeping It In the Family
My first full family orgy 🙂
Taking Care of Sydney: Chapter 2: Day 1
This is part 2. A bit more sex than the first one. Story building again. If you have a suggestion or idea of where you would like this to go, let me know. I might incorporate it. I might not. Hope this got you off. Critiques, suggestions, favorite part? Let me know what you think. Again, no big plot. Just some fantasy to get you off. You like it? Great. You don’t? I hope you find something you do like on this site. Everyone is of legal age within the story
My New Master
Seducing, and getting fucked by my new master…
Mi primera experiencia Lésbico-Fetichista
Norma y la belleza de sus piernas me tenían obsesionada
Happy Mothers Day! -2
Mom comes home early from work
After School_(4)
part 1 sorry but this is a short stor6
A Family Betrayal Chapter 21
Dancing and love, Maggie’s heart broken, A love renew, The feeling of deciet, Two brother’s fight
Campground Fun
A most incredible meeting with a 76 year old woman while camping.
His Hardware, Her Software
A consultant meets a beautiful IT Manager at a conference set up by a company hoping to sell their Warehouse Management system. Max’s part of the system makes picking easy using his voice software, instead of a hand held device. She is quite eager to learn more about it, and about him.
Miranda Cosgrove On A Lesbo Sex Spree
What can I say I wanna fuck MC
Can’t Rape the Willing
Come on you mother fuckers – strip me bare:
right here on your altar of bigotry.
Cruelly mutilate my mother’s breasts,
doing your best to ensure I’ll never enjoy
succoring my children again.
Come on you mother fuckers – mind fuck me:
try and gang rape me into suborned obedience.
Screw with my head deep and hard,
with long savage strokes of hate
until you spew your vitriolic jizz of intolerance.
Come on you mother fuckers – see the results:
of picking the wrong victim.
Be shocked by my lustful smile,
as your impotent seed falls
on ground made infertile by love.
Come on you mother fuckers – do me harder:
as I lift my hips to meet your thrusts.
Your hate isn’t prepared for me,
when I wrap what I now call family
around your pitiful frame and hump back at you.
Come on you mother fuckers – don’t stop now:
your heart ain’t no match for mine.
I grab you hair and crush your lips with my passion for life;
slip you the tongue of happiness
and joyously scream in orgasmic freedom.
Come on you mother fuckers – who’s next?
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Confession of a frustrated husband
I wrote this as an experiment.
Island Royale: The Report (Chapter One)
Please read “Foreword by the Editors” first
The big day had finally arrived
The big day had finally arrived, someone would be crowned “Cum-Queen 2001!” All of the preliminary rounds had been completed. There were events like “Fastest mouth”, “Biggest single withdrawal”, “Shortest time between withdrawals from the same donor”, and “Most exotic withdrawal location.” However these were all merely warm-ups for the main event, “The most withdrawals in an Hour.”
The previous events had taken place over the last week and a there was no clear front-runner. Out of the 8 contestants only a few points separated first from last. The reigning Queen presided over the events and ensured fair play. The rules were simple; coax the most cum from as many cocks as possible. The cock’s owner could not touch his own penis; the contestant must do all the work.
“Contestants,” the reigning Queen announced, “when the I blow my whistle you may begin. Time ends when I blow it the second time.” She looked around the crowded room, about fifty guys in various states of undress shifted anxiously while the 8 contestants sized them up, looking for the ones with the edgy-horny glint in their eyes. She took a deep breath, paused for effect, then let out a long burst of sound.
Instantly the contestants sprung toward their targets. Juanita, a silicone enhanced brunette Latina, grabbed two of the guys by their cocks and began stroking them. “Stick that tool in my mouth!” she ordered a third guy. She had selected these guys based on the pre-cum already dripping from the heads of their members. She gulped the cock down her throat and began pumping her full lips up and down the shaft. She continued until she had slobbered a generous amount of saliva on it and then switched it for one of the cocks in her hand. She continued this until she had all three cocks slick with her spit so that her hand could slide easily along the shaft.
By now men surrounded all of the women with their jutting out cocks. Mary, also silicone enhanced, had her well experienced, she was by far the oldest contestant, mouth and hands furiously working an array of cocks while another guy slammed his monster tool into her pussy. Thanks to her insistence on keeping in shape, Mary’s cunt was as tight as a 21 year-old’s. She leaned back and had one of the guys straddle her head sucking his cock into her throat as her hands jacked two more.
Micca had decided on a slightly different approach. She was kneeling over one man; his cock embedded in her super tight snatch, while another guy held her head and fucked her mouth. The two men dwarfed her petite Asian figure, but that did not stop her from hungrily consuming their meat. Her hands too busily fondled more cocks, her slender fingers making them appear like something from a monster movie.
Rose, another Hispanic entrant, held her tits together as one man pumped his cock between them. Another guy was kneeling at the side of her head so that her mouth could service him. Yet another guy knelt between her legs and slipped his tool into her dripping pussy. When the first guy replaced her hands with his, she reached out to find more cocks to work on.
Shauna had her full lips wrapped around a massive tool while several more men lined up behind her. She was on all fours, her large, well-rounded ass sticking up. The first guy in line easily slipped his cock into her and grabbed her hips. Her hands flashed furiously along the length of the giant cock in her mouth, her dark skin contrasting starkly with the pale surface of man’s shaft.
In the corner, seated on a futon, a lithe blond named Tiffany slowly worked her mouth over a cock. She slipped her butt off of the futon so that another guy could get at her pussy. One hand held the first guy’s ass, pushing him into her mouth, while she worked a finger of the other hand into his ass-hole. She wasn’t in a hurry, the contest was for an hour, and she did not want to tire out too soon.
This was Megan’s first try at the contest. Everyone was surprised that she had made it this far. She had actually won the “Largest single withdrawal” portion of the contest. She had asked a friend of hers who was renowned for the amount of cum he could produce. During the event she had teased him for over an hour, never losing contact with his tool as stipulated in the contest rules. When he finally came, each spurt rocketed out like a cannonball. She actually lost a few points because his spunk over-shot the collection cup. Even so, his was the largest load by almost twice as much. Megan had also come it at the top three of each of the other events. She was now only two points behind the leader.
As if to assert her position as the leader, Glenda was the first to coax her man to orgasm. She had taken first place in all of the other events save Megan’s. Most amazingly she had used only her mouth to win. Everyone was amazed by the skill she displayed at sucking cock. Even now, as the first guy groaned his pleasure and dumped his cum on her chin and tits, Glenda was still wearing her skirt. She was a little on the chunky side, but the guys still appreciated her firm tits and warm mouth.. Before the first guy was even finished she was pumping another load from someone else with her hand. This load splattered on the side of her face and dripped down to her shoulder.
This seemed to trigger an avalanche of orgasms as many of the guys began to spew their loads on the girls. Even a few of the girls had orgasms. Soon the room was filled with flying cum and the grunts and groans of ecstasy. One guy, over stimulated by the sight of a puddle of white cream splattered on Shauna’s dark skin, grunted and dumped his load onto the floor.
Juanita sat back on her heels as two guys came simultaneously, coating her perfectly round tits with cum.. Another guy squirted his semen into her hair and a fourth stepped up to shove his cock into her waiting mouth. Mary’s flat stomach was covered in cum; she made each guy leave his load there. She was now howling her way through her own orgasm as the first monster cock hammered her pussy, her legs up over the man’s shoulders. Micca too came as she bounced up and down the length of the shaft in her cunt. Three guys had already cum on her face and the fourth was about to anoint her fine features with his spunk. Cum dribbled out of Rose’s mouth as she watched the cock slide between her tits and finally spurt out a massive amount of fluid. Shauna lovingly licked the cum from around the head of the large, black dick that had just sprayed her pert tits with juice. She looked into the eyes of the next man and asked,” You wanna cum on my face?” He smiled his affirmation and stepped forward to offer up his cock. Tiffany’s face was streaked with sperm and her pussy dribbled more onto the floor beneath her. Despite her slow pace she was not that far behind the other girls.
Megan had never seen such a sight. Everywhere she looked there was either a guy spurting white goo onto a woman or a woman working as many as four cocks. The action had turned her on so much that she had cum almost as soon as the first cock pierced her labia. Now she lay back and attempted to suck the cum from the largest cock she had ever seen. All the while a line of guys pumped her pussy in nonstop succession. The instant one would dump his ejaculate onto her, another would fill her pussy back up with his cock.
Gradually the number of hard cocks began to dwindle. As soon as a man finished his spasms of pleasure someone would write the girls name on his ass cheek. This was how the score was kept. Now that the first twenty minutes had passed, the girls were running out of cocks to service. Within the first half hour they had worked the cum out of over fifty cocks. Now something different would have to be done.
“Half-time,” chimed Angie, the current Queen, “and the leader is Glenda. Megan and Shauna are right behind her though.”
Taking a cue from the Queen’s words, Megan grabbed a man by the cock and said,” You want to fuck my ass?”
His eyes lit up and his cock stiffened. He got behind Megan and pressed the head of his dick against her anus. “Go ahead, my ass is ready,” she said. Indeed, her ass was slick with cum, both from the numerous cocks that had pounded her pussy and from her own orgasms. Soon after penetrating her ass the guy was gasping and grunting through his second orgasm. The heat and pressure was overwhelming and soon another line of guys was cueing up to fuck Megan’s ass. She was now surrounded by guys filling her mouth, hands, pussy and ass with their eager cocks. Within a few minutes she had surged ahead of the competition.
Not to be out done by a rookie, Glenda hitched up her skirt and offered up her own ass. By the time she had just finished off the third guy with her ass when the other girls started opening their own sphincters for the satisfaction of the men. Soon the room was refilled with the groans and grunts of the men and the delighted squeals of the women.
Megan could not believe the sight of this all out orgy. The girls were by now coated in cum; it dripped from their chins, noses, and their nipples. Every hole had been invaded; every cock drained of its semen, and then re-drained. With only a few minutes remaining the girls began a feverish rush for cum. Juanita kneeled as yet another guy dumped a load of jizz on her chest. Mary and Tiffany had closed the gap in a flood of white cream. Micca, Rose and Shauna were practically swimming in a puddle of semen. They had moved closer to each other as the event wore on. Now they were huddled together, back-to-back, supporting each other as, one after another, the guys assaulted them with their swollen, shiny members.
As the time limit approached, Megan could not understand why Glenda would not use her pussy. Megan was sure she was in the lead; Glenda’s only hope was to allow someone into her cunt. Maybe she was on the rag. Megan looked a little closer at Glenda, even as another cock pushed past her lips. Then she saw it, the slight bulge, and the tiny wet spot. Glenda had a cock! She was a transvestite. She smiled to herself, deciding to let Glenda keep her secret. Maybe later they could discuss their technique.
The cacophony of moans and sighs, grunts and groans, was suddenly shattered by a long blast of noise from the Cum Queen’s whistle. The contest was over. The girls were dripping cum like they had swum a mile in the stuff. The men were directed out and the women were allowed to shower as the scores were tallied.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner.” Announced the soon-to-be-replaced Queen. She paused again, a huge smile splitting her face. She had flogged her own pussy to exhaustion during the contest and was ready for some sleep. “It was the closest, most hotly, contest in our history, but the winner and Cum Queen 2001 is Megan!”
The room erupted in applause as Megan stepped forward to accept the crown. Later she would celebrate privately with her boyfriend, but now she had to sit in the throne and accept the tongue worship of the losing contestants.
The End
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Getting worked in Texas
A fat white girl learns to take black cock and loves it
The anal virgin gets gang banged
We give her ass a pounding
Missy: Day Three – Evening
Comments and feedback always welcome. Happy readings!
The Good, The Bad and the Molly – Chapter Two
Things get complicated as Aaron’s guilt and desire begins to do battle. *Still not too much sex, more plot than anything*
Babysitting Alex – Part 4
things get serious
Wicked Ties Chapter 2
A Rockstar and a Journalist. A drinking game. This couldn’t end well, even if it had started out that way. Which it hadn’t.
