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the strange craft from mars part 2

I am Captain Jessica hiller I’m sitting on the old sofa in my living room after being debriefed by marine corps intelligence on the space craft. i pushed that to the back of my mind for now. I had work to do around the house and errands to run. I went up to my room on the second floor. Something was different, my room was painted purple and i had posters of half naked men on my wall instead of my normal swimsuit model posters. The bed was purple also to match the walls. i went over to my dresser and opened the top drawer to find a black lace thong on top. i grabbed that and opened the drawer to the right and pulled out a matching bra. ‘’The alien squid was right’’ i thought ‘’everything looks as if I was born a girl’’ i slipped out of her marine corps fatigues, and folded them up and set them in the corner and tossed my bra and panties in the laundry, i needed a shower badly my hair which had grown from a buzz cut to a haircut that went to my shoulders, was tattered and had a bit of cum in it still. i set my iPod Touch up so it would play music full blast and turned on Christian Kane’s- thinking of you set the device on the sink and hopped in the shower i took a warm shower and noticed to my great thanks her Axe shampoo had been replaced with two bottles one was shampoo and the other was conditioner
i lathered my hair up and started soaping my whole body up head to toe when i got to my new vagina i felt a jolt of pleasure shoot up my spine. i recovered and started rinsing off the soap and shampoo. i turned the water off and stepped out of the shower and started drying my hair off then turned the ipod down a little bit, and walked to my bed and threw it down on the bed. i laid down and started to examine my new body, i am about four inches shorter i guessed i only weighed 110 pounds and i had perfect c-cup breasts and a normal sized ass but it was my pussy that caught my eye. I had always loved the folds of my ex-girlfriends pussy but now i had my own. i rubbed it gently sending another jolt up my spine. i started to rub my new clit and was in heaven. my breath came in heaves as i inserted two fingers into my pussy and wiggled them. After 2 minutes of that I came all over her bed. Soaking the blanket, and pillows. i just lay there until i got up the strength to get up. i slipped on the thong and bra, and went back to my dresser and found a pair of jeans and a black midriff and put those on as well, and went downstairs to get some breakfast once in the kitchen i saw my car through the window it was still the same Honda civic but it was pink. i laughed a little because i loved the new color. As i sat there eating my eggs i wondered if i could really take the form of anything i wanted,
‘’ he did say anything’’ I said as I tried to call the squid guy with my mind. It worked and I told him I wanted him to take a human form and pointed to a picture of dan donegan from disturbed. He obeyed and then I said’’ can I really take the form of anything I want? Even if its something like a car ?’’
‘’you can only take the shape of something that big for a short time but yes’’ ‘’do people know about my ability’’ yes they do. In fact the marine corps did an extensive testing battery on you before you were assigned leader of the ‘’ hell fighters’’ and your power has saved many people’’ ‘’wow really?’’ ‘’yes we have vast powers outside our own planet’’ ‘’so if I will my body hard enough I can do anything?’’ ‘’that is correct’’ I willed my forearm into the shape of a katana and immediately gasped as I saw that I really could do anything ‘’holy shit’’ I said ‘’that is rad’’ with that ‘’dan’’ vanished. I decided since I could change my looks I would go crazy. I thought of my hair shorter and pink with purple highlights and thought of my body having tattoos. ‘’impressive’’ I thought ‘’I can even make tattoos’’ I suddenly got the thought to make sure my garage was how I left it. I put on a pair of converse and made my way out the door and to the garage ‘’thank god’’ I thought as I looked all over about half of my garage was a rehearsal area for my band the other half was full of locked clear cabinets stocked with rifles and pistols ‘’GUNS’’I shouted ‘’ I need to clean mine’’ I walked over to the duffle on the work bench and unzipped it to find all my gear from my last mission stowed away in it. Just at that moment my phone rang, I knew it was wraith from the ring tone, I answered it ‘’captain hiller here’’ ‘’captain its wraith’’ came the voice on the other end wraith sounded like she was in trouble ‘’ its tim I need your help he wont let me leave and keeps hitting me’’ ‘’ill be right over wraith’’ I dug through the duffle until I found my waist holsters that held both of my glocks all their ammo an my KBAR knives. I hefted the holster and wrapped it around me put on a jacket and pulled out my glocks loaded them up and put laser sights on them real quick. I hopped in my civic and sped off to wraith’s house, when I got there he was on the driveway with a revolver pointed at wraith. I pulled in the driveway and got out. ‘’hey asshole’’ I shouted. Which had the desired effect. The gun was now in my face. ‘’get lost bitch’’ he said ’’get back in that car and drive away’’ to which I replied ‘’you are holding a friend of mine at gunpoint and you think im going to leave?’’ ‘’I would hate to put a hole through that pretty face of yours so put your hands up’’
I knew this was my chance I was an expert in the Israeli defense form of Krav Maga so I faked him out I went to put my hands up but instead I took my right hand and grabed the gun, maneuvered it so it was pointed away from me and ripped it free of his hand. This made him writhe in pain as he held his broken trigger finger. All in one motion I took the gun and threw it in wraiths direction and pulled out my glock aiming it at his ball’s ‘’you must have a pretty big set of these to be so tough and bet your girlfriend’’ with that I dug the muzzle of my other glock into his temple ‘’please don’t kill me’’ he said as he burst into tears ‘’ ‘’oh not so tough now’’ I replied ‘’where is all that toughness now?’’ ‘’please! God no I will never hurt her again’’ ‘’not good enough’’ I pulled the trigger and watched him jump as he thought I blew his balls off ‘’you fucking moron’’ I said ’’the first round was a blank’’ wraith burst out in laughter ‘’listen dirt bag I wont kill you cause then ill be put in a military prison they arent fun but I will make sure you go to a nice home in jail. They LOVE guys who beat women’’ just then I heard sirens ‘’about time’’ I thought ‘’I called them on my way over’’ once the cops got there and took down our names and statements for their reports. They asked my what unit im in. they didn’t believe I was a hell fighter but they looked me up and found my record. With that all done we went inside for a round of beers.
We sat on her sofa and when she stopped shaking i leaned in close and started to snuggle up to her which made her a little shaky ‘’have you ever been with a woman before?’’ I asked ‘’no I havent’’ ‘’well I will show you how much better I am than that asshole. I pulled her close to me and planted my lips on hers giving her a passionate kiss. I took my hand and massaged her breast while my other hand reached her pants and unbuttoned them. I slid my hand inside her pants she wasn’t wearing panties I found her pussy and slid two fingers in wiggling and thrusting them in her pussy with all my might as I kissed her I felt her moans through my tongu. I took my thumb and rubbed her clit while I did this she orgasmed. Letting out an earth breaking scream of pleasure. ‘’that was the best orgasm of my life’’ she said, her breath coming in heaves. ‘’that was nothing’’ I said ‘’get undressed and lie on your back’’ she did just that as I watched her lovely tits bounce. Once she had undressed I got naked and sat on her face ordering her to eat me out. She had me in fits of orgasm when I got a nasty thought. I willed a cock to come out of my pussy and I felt it slide down her throat. I realized that it was a dumb idea and made the cock go away. I got up and told her to get on her hands and knees. she did just that and I envisioned a cock 10’’ long and 3’’ wide I pressed the tip at the entrance of her pussy and rammed in as hard as I could and heard a shriek of pain and pleasure escape her mouth. I was only half way in so I pulled out so just the tip was inside her and rammed in as hard as I could again. She let out a gut churning cry and I kissed her back as I began to thrust in and out of her. I was going as fast as I could when it happened. She did something I did not expect at all. she reached around and started to finger my pussy. That was all I needed I came so hard that my vision blurred for a few seconds and I collapsed on top of kim and we fell asleep together
When I woke up kim wasn’t there and she had covered me with a blanket. I got up and put my thong, pants and shoes, then put on my bra and shirt. After I was dressed I headed to the door. I figured kim was still asleep so I didn’t look for her. I got im my civic and drove back home. I remembered that ‘’dan’’ was supposed to be in a new room under my home. I got home and parked my car stuffed the keys in my pocket I had no idea how to get into the new room so I just imagined myself being there and it worked. It was brightly lit and it had walls full of women in cages and one wall had men bound to it by their hands
‘’ this is going to be fun’’ I said out loud

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Monster Slayer

In this fantasy kingdom four famous monster hunters are on anothe kind of monsters tail. One decides to hunt it on her own. He soon finds out that it was a bad idea.

Diary of Billy Bob Chapter 4 (Satisfying Our Guest)

This is the diary of Billy Bob McTavish, a teen boy, about he and his young girl cousin growing up, having a family and a wide variety of sexual adventures, some quite bizarre. It has ten chapters: (1) Becoming a Man; (2) Marriage; (3) House Guest; (4) Satisfying Our Guest; (5) Helping a Psychologist; (6) More Sex Therapy; (7) Mutual Therapy; (8) Our Daughter; (9) Our Daughter is 13; (10) ConclusionBilly Bob Chapter 4 (Satisfying Our Guest)
The next day was Sunday and after we got back home from church, Leah suggested that we try some new things that Rachel had told her about, but in the full light of day. Before I could say what I thought about it, they both quickly shed their clothes and then came to me to help me out of mine. Now I knew that Rachel was a good looking girl, but I had never seen her nude in full daylight and so had no idea as to what a stunner she really was. Her hair and eyebrows were a lustrous black, as was the luxurious triangle of hair around her privates. I would guess that her measurements were 32 – 22 – 34, very curvaceous. Her breasts did not need the help of a bra, they were perfectly shaped with small pink nipples standing out invitingly. And with all of the beauty of her body, her face was even more beautiful. The coloration of her skin was as though she had a healthy suntan. As they undressed me, and I enjoyed more fully the sight of Rachel au natural, my penis started coming to attention, much to my embarrassment. Leah laughed, touched my dick lightly, and said it looked like we were going to have some fun.
Leah said that Rachel was a virgin, but really wanted to change that before she had to join her parents. With no further explanation or discussion, Leah told me to watch her closely as she initiated foreplay with Rachel. They laid on the bed and Leah started kissing Rachel on the mouth and letting her tongue roam her lips and the inside of her mouth. At the same time she was caressing her breasts and circling her nipples with her fingers. Rachel was responding in a similar fashion but would gently bite on Leah’s lower lip and at the same time tweak her nipples with what to me appeared to be a rather hard pinch. As they both became aroused and their actions became more rapid, Rachel reached down to Leah’s genitals and started massaging her clitoris. Now Leah is very sensitive there, so she asked Rachel to use her tongue instead and twisted around so that they were in a 69 position with Leah on top.
By this time I was very hot too and asked them what I could do to help. Leah reluctantly straightened up so that her pussy was still in contact with Rachel’s mouth and tongue, and allowed me to put my head between Rachel’s legs. I first licked the inside of her thighs, working my way up to her crotch. She obligingly lifted her hips so that I could lick between her lips and her anus, but then let her hips down again, inviting me in. I parted her pubic hair and gently licked around the inside of her lips. She became somewhat stimulated by this (and also by her ministrations to Leah’s pussy); between my saliva and her lubricating fluid, she became quite wet.
Encouraged, I allowed my tongue to contact her clit and then embraced it with my lips and sucked on it, gathering some of the wetness in my mouth. I was holding her lips wide apart so that I could get my face in full contact with her pussy and my lips fully around her clitoris. Then I licked her clit with my rough tongue and circled my tongue around and across it. Now I had to hold on to her hips tightly to keep my face in her pussy, as she was beginning to gyrate her hips quite violently. She took her mouth away from Leah long enough to beg me to come on in, but I was on the verge of coming and I wanted her first time to be better than a slam-bam-thank-you-mam. So I asked Leah to bring me to a climax so that I could pleasure Rachel with some leisure, just as her ma had taught me. Leah got off of Rachel, slid down in the bed and took my penis in her mouth while I continued to please Rachel. She no longer moved her hips as violently, probably missing some of the joy of her contact with Leah, but seemed to just lay back and enjoy the experience, although with some mounting tension as she approached her climax.
Leah had not moved her lips up and down my shaft more than three or four times before I came in a huge spurt. She held it all in her mouth, extracting every last bit of it from me, and then moved up to share it with Rachel. That was the crowning event and Rachel reached her climax, filling my mouth with more of her fluids. Then I moved up to kiss her mouth and share her fluids with those of mine that were still in her mouth and gently slipped my prick into her waiting vagina. She was so hot and her muscles so relaxed that I slipped right in my full length, encountering no obstruction whatsoever. I asked her if we could just lie together like that as we cooled down and feel the intimacy of our closeness, and that after a while we could have intercourse and take our time doing it so as to savor the pleasure.
While we were cooling down a bit, Leah moved up to again kiss Rachel and to massage one of her breasts, first with her whole hand and then circling her nipples with two fingers and tweaking them gently. Seeing that Rachel was enjoying that attention, I began to tongue her other breast and suckle that nipple. It had only been 5 or 10 minutes (I wasn’t watching the clock) since both of us had orgasms, but I could feel Rachel’s vagina contracting spasmodically on my penis. It had softened a bit and had started retracting from her warm envelopment, but as she pulsed more strongly and often I began to harden and grow larger. Rachel sensed that I was aroused again and said that she was ready to loved.
Leah moved off of the bed so that she would not disturb our love-making and I started a slow and short stroke, only moving in and out a small distance with my prick buried fully in her love canal. I was also continuing to suckle her nipples one at a time while massaging the other breast. Looking to see how Leah was accepting my making love to another girl, she gave me a wide grin, gave me a thumbs up, and urged me to make it last for a long time. She was enjoying watching us and sharing our pleasures. She also had two fingers in her pussy and was doing it just as slowly as I was. With that encouragement, and with Rachel telling me that it felt wonderful and couldn’t I do it a little harder, I maintained my slow movement but began to come out farther with each stroke until I was almost withdrawing from her and then easing in to my full length again. The head of my penis was now very sensitive and I could feel little variations in the throat of her vagina, almost like it was slightly corrugated and had a few little pimples on its inside. I kept that up for quite a long time, surprising myself that I could hold out that long; in fact, I was quite relaxed and just enjoying the warm sensations of my movement and the warm feelings from both Leah and Rachel.
Rachel was whispering endearments to me, telling me how good it felt, how much she liked it, and thanking me for making it such a wonderful first-time experience. Her voice was a little husky and as time went on she began to breath hard and finally to pant in time with my caresses. Now I was unable to ignore the passion that I had generated in Rachel and began to speed up a little. As I quickened my pace my prick swelled to its fullest and I began to pull out clear to her lips and then slam in to my full depth. By now I was becoming as hot as Rachel and I began to wonder if I was going to come before she did. I was relieved when she had her first prolonged orgasm and I was able to continue fucking her with all my might for another several minutes as she hollered for more, until she had a second orgasm. When that happened I blew my load at the same time and collapsed on her with my mouth covering hers as we let our tongues wander and said loving things to each other.
Then Leah crawled onto the bed and put her arms around both of us, telling me that she appreciated what I had done for Rachel and kissing and loving Rachel and saying how glad she was for her. The three of us just laid there for a long time, enjoying the afterglow and being very comfortable as we hugged and kissed each other.
In the remaining two months before Rachel had to leave for Israel, we made love together three or four times a week as I gradually tried different positions and techniques that I’d learned from my aunts. As the weather warmed up, I particularly looked forward to Sunday when, after church, we would go into the back yard where we couldn’t be seen from the road and make love in the bright sunshine.
On the last Sunday afternoon as we were just lying nude on some blankets and looking forward to some fun love-making, Rachel and Leah had just gotten into a 69 position when Lon, the star athlete of the senior class, walked around the house and caught us. We were completely flustered; the girls tried to cover their pubic areas with one hand and put their arms over their breasts to hide themselves and I didn’t know what to do. He was initially just as taken aback as we were, but he recovered quickly and said that he had just come to ask Rachel to substitute for one of the cheerleaders at next weeks wrestling match, but had always wanted to be naked in the sun too. Action followed words as he quickly shed his clothes too. Now we surely didn’t know how to react. He then said that apparently he had interrupted a party but wanted us to continue and he would like to participate too and join in our fun. He was already getting an erection when Leah said that no way would she have sex with him, but would have me and he could watch if he wanted to. With that, Leah pulled me back down on top of her and asked me to fuck her good.
Rachel said that she had wondered what it would be like to be a cheerleader and be loved by the star football player. She then walked up to Lon, threw her arms around him, and planted a torrid kiss on him. Hugging her close, his prick slipped between her legs and I could see the head protruding at the back of her thighs. His dong must have been ten inches long and thick too; I’ve never seen one that big, before then or since. Rachel was feeling that mighty thing between her legs and appeared somewhat hesitant and turned to Leah for support. She said “you’ll never know unless you try it.” With that Lon laid her down and immediately buried his face in her cunt and put both of his large hands to work on her breasts. I couldn’t tell what his tongue was doing, but it appeared to satisfy Rachel as she started telling him when she liked it or where to put his tongue in a better place.
Now I was humping Leah lying right next to them, but I couldn’t really keep my mind on what I was doing so I asked Leah to come on top and screw me. She was only too willing to oblige me and soon was bouncing up and down on my rod while I watched Rachel and Lon. She was getting really hot and was begging Lon to “come on in.” This he soon did and set up a rapid thumping of her pussy with his balls slapping her ass. She told me later that his dick penetrated a lot farther into her than mine did (well duh!) and that it really turned her on. Anyway, as he picked up his rhythm Rachel was screaming “faster, faster” and “harder, harder” and then she had a whole series of orgasms. Lon finally came too and just rolled off her onto his back, panting heavily and apparently exhausted.
His penis was still standing at full attention, all ten inches of it. Leah was watching all of this and mentally comparing that ten inches with my six and since I wasn’t helping her at all she suddenly got off of me and plumped herself down on his big prick and continued bouncing up and down. She too found the deep penetration very exciting and it didn’t take her long before she had first one orgasm followed quickly by a second. As she stopped quivering she lifted herself off of him and laid on top of Rachel, holding her close and kissing deeply.
I then told Lon that it was time for him to go, that he was not welcome to come back here again, and that if he ever breathed a word of what we had done that I would catch him some night and shatter both his knees with a baseball bat. Without a word he put on his clothes, and then said “Ladies, it was most enjoyable. If you ever want it again, you’ll have to come to me” and started to leave. Rachel called after him that she’d be at the wrestling match and afterward they maybe could do a little wrestling of their own.

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Discipline from Jen, Chapter #4

Chapter #4
I laid spread open, bent over the foot of the bed, chest down with my ass pointed up in the air. I balanced myself against the mattress with my knees as my wife stood behind me in her cupless lingerie, her breasts exposed and chains dangling beneath them. The red satin fabric played nicely with her matching hair and my now cherry colored rump as well.
Jennifer leaned over me, close enough to feel the warmth of her skin, but not quite allowing me the honor of feeling it against my own. Though I stared into the blackness of a pillow, I knew her tits hung beside my face, challenging me to do something about it, as if I would.
“Face me.” As she instructed me she hissed directly into my ear.
I turned my head to face her and her perfume and steamy breath now danced together in my nostrils. I longed to taste her but desperately wanted to be further disciplined so I didn’t try, I didn’t speak, I didn’t utter a sound. I simply complied.
“Good. Now, what is it that you want?”
Even though she was asking me a question, she had not yet given me permission to answer, so I waited. Her gaze widened, baiting me into the thinking I was insulting her with my silence but she smiled, assuring me I was behaving as I should.
“Very good, my pet.”
She stroked my cheek with the back of her hand and kissed me on the forehead. She leaned back again, standing straight up behind me making it hard to keep eye contact.
“Now, speak. What is it that you want?”
“To be punished, mistress.” I answered.
“Why? Why do you deserve to be punished?” She asked.
My mind raced, not knowing exactly what it was she wanted to hear. I had admitted to spending money without her approval but was that really why I needed to be taught a lesson, or did I deserve it simply because she said so?
“Because, I’ve been bad, mistress.”
I tensed slightly, not knowing if my answer would satisfy her. I wanted to be hit again, but I also longed for her to violate me with her purple toy, her tongue, a finger, anything.
“You have been bad, my pet, haven’t you?”
I nodded.
“You need my discipline, don’t you?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“You want me to punish you?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Say it.” She commanded.
“Punish me, mistress.”
“Again.”
“Punish me, mistress.”
I had nearly moaned out my request, begging to be spanked, struck, touched in any way she deemed fit. Jennifer reached beneath me, gripping my cock and balls tightly in her hand. The edge of the ring against my shaft almost made me cry out, but I restrained.
“Are you sure?!” She demanded.
I sucked in a breath, fighting the urge to protest and told her I was sure. She released me but the moment was short lived, as she only did so to remove the ring. She grabbed me once again, this time only my erection and squeezed tightly.
“It’s going to hurt, you know.”
Her warning fell mute as I had come to terms with my fate well before I found myself being bent over my own bed. Her grip shifted and she began to stroke my shaft. Slow at first but building speed until she was banging her fist into my groin with every thrust. I growled and moaned with each pump until in one swift movement she stopped and slapped my balls, causing me to hop slightly off the bed.
“I told you not to move bitch!”
Again she slapped my scrotum and again I came off the bed.
“You’d better stop moving if you don’t want these things ripped off!”
A third time she slapped me and for a third time I jumped. As hard as I tried I could not keep myself from twitching when her hand met my balls. I thought for sure she would hit them again but instead, she stepped away, back over to the dresser and picked up another item. I closed my eyes, not wanting to know, not wanting to spoil the surprise. I heard the distinctive sound of a plastic bottle being squeezed, then again, and a third time, and finally the snap of the lid being replaced. I could feel her approaching and still almost jumped when she placed a hand on my ass, spreading my cheeks apart to expose my puckering hole.
“Fine.” She let out an annoyed sounding huff. “If you want it that way, you got it. I’ll teach you to disobey me, you little fucking slut.”
With that she shoved a handful of cold lube into the crack of my ass. She slid her hand up and down, distributing the icy jelly from my back to my balls, until convinced she could proceed. With her fingers she began circling my anus, preparing it for the coming abuse. She rubbed faster and poked harder with each pass of her fingers. She delved further and further until she had two fingers fully inside me. I couldn’t make an audible sound, only guttural snarls as she stretched my asshole from within. I swallowed hard and tried to relax myself, giving my manliness over to her, fully releasing any last remnant of control I may have had.
She wiggled each finger together, back and forth inside me while pressing down against my ass cheek with her other hand. She sunk her nails into my rear and gripped a handful of flesh. I thought for sure she had broken the skin as heat around her grip began to build. Just as I was about to cry out she released her grasp and with her palm smacked hard where it had just been. I barked. She spanked the spot again and I barked again.
“That’s right, bitch. Yell for me, yell for your mama.”
As she taunted her fingers gyrated inside me, almost in rhythm with her words. With each spanking her fingers seemed to match the blow, torturing me inside and out. She pushed back and forth now, pumping my ass with her hand, digging her fingers into my guts until I was humping myself rearward into each thrust. I felt myself loosening and begged her for another finger.
“What the fuck did you just say?” She shouted in disgust and jerked herself out of my asshole.
“I’m sorry, mistress!” I cried. “I was overwhelmed!” I tried to catch my breath as I begged forgiveness.
“You think you can get away with that shit? You think you can do whatever the fuck you want and not have to pay up. Well, you’re wrong. I’m not about to get you off before I get mine. Stand up.”
I pushed myself up off the bed and stood at attention. I didn’t dare face her, instead, stared forward, examining the wall in front of me as if it would be a question on a test. Jennifer climbed up and centered herself on the bed, kneeling in front of me, daring me to look her in the eye. Her tits bounced as she positioned herself over some pillows, propping herself up against the headboard as she laid back, legs spread confirming my suspicion that only a g-string separated her pussy from the rest of the world.
“Get up here.”
With both hands she pointed toward her tits wand I knew she wanted them sucked. Jennifer’s nipples were tiny compared to the rest of her breasts, and needed massive amounts of attention to become erect enough to stand out at all. However, once engorged her nipples were plump and full, easy to grip and roll between my fingers.
I jumped onto the bed and laid my self next to her. I held my mouth over her left breast and began to lower myself toward it. Before my lips could land she grabbed me by the back of the head, pulling my hair. She yanked my head back until I was staring straight into her face.
“You’d better make me cum soon or you’re not getting shit else, you hear me?”
I tried to nod and her grip on my hair tightened.
“Speak, bitch. Do you understand?”
“Yes, mistress.” I mustered.
She looked away and stared up at the ceiling while releasing me with a shove. She craned her neck and adjusted herself against the pillows before glancing back over in my direction.
“Go.”

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John and Alex: Brothers

My name is John, and i have a brother named Alex. Alex and I are pretty close, we almost do everything together! We watch movies, hangout, play video games, talk about girls, basically normal guy-stuff. This year Alex turned 15, and I’m 17. The age difference isn’t a problem at all, which you would think at first. We never fight, and the closest we’ve been to one is only arguing over stupid stuff. We live in a big house with our mom and dad, but they’re almost never home because our dad is a marine and mom works at a hospital so I do most of the stuff around the house, like cooking and cleaning and stuff. So we basically have the house to ourselves the whole time were awake.
One part of Alex and I being so close was defiantly being alone a lot, but another was that we shared a room for a long time when we were smaller. We just moved into this house this year. Surprisingly enough we had never jacked off or watched porn together before but we had seen each others cocks many, many times because both me and Alex slept in the nude, so we would always wake up in the morning and taking a piss together, it became like a tradition. Nudity between us was never a problem.
One day after we had dinner Alex suggested we could watch a movie, i said sure, let’s do this, and we went up to his room. We often walked around in only our underwear because we were alone most of the time. I’m around 5’9 tall, brown short hair and pretty good looking if i can say so myself, i work out about four days a week to stay in shape. Alex is about 5’7, also brown haired and built a lot like me, he also works out, but not as much.
“Hey, why don’t you put a movie on and i’ll just go to the bathroom?” I asked Alex, he turned to me and said “Yeah, sure”. As i went to take a piss i heard Alex put on the movie, Alex always picked really good movies so i trusted him. When i got back i sat next to him and started watching the movie. A few minutes in things got heated, he had basically put on porn, and my dick was getting really hard. I was surprised because as I said earlier we had never done anything like this before. I shifted so he wouldn’t notice “Did you put on porn?” I asked him. “Apparently, i thought it was a normal movie, but hey i guess it wasn’t” He also shifted. He was getting really horny from this. His eyes were glued on the screen and his white Calvin Klein trunks were tenting.
“She’s so hot” I heard him say, “Yeah, I’m really horny” I said needing to jerk off really bad. “Do you wanna jack off?” He asked, i was confused, did he mean together or just in general? “Yeah” “Awesome me too, let’s do it?” “Sure.” My brother whipped his cock out, just like that, it was around 6 inches. I was shocked. Sure i had seen my brothers cock a few times, but never hard. I was so turned on, “So, are you just gonna sit there or what?” He said, looking at the tent in my boxers.
I quickly pulled down my underwear and tossed them to the side releasing my 8 inch cock and started stroking it slowly. My brother was in awe, “It’s so huge, can i touch it?” He said. “Sure, go ahed”. My precum was basically dripping from my tip at this moment and once my brother put his hand on my dick i almost blacked out, his hands felt so good on my big cock. Of course, i felt the need to return the favor, and started pumping his 15 year old dick. He moaned loudly and I stroked faster. “Lay down.” and he did as i said. I positioned myself on all fours over him, and started kissing his chest, going lower and lower with every kiss, once i reached his balls i started licking them and his cock. I could hear him whimper over me. “Please..” He begged. I licked his dick on last time and then i put the whole thing in my mouth. I swirled my young around the bead tasting all the precum he produced, which was a lot. I Spit on one of my fingers and used it as lube to shove it up his ass, milking his prostate, he literally screamed at the contact, and was pressing back on the finger, begging for another.
Not long after i had three fingers in my own brother of 15 years. I was shit crazy but it felt so natural and so, so good. My other free hand explored his body, tweaking his nipples, everything to make him feel better, everything to make him come harder.
After a few minutes i could hear his breathing getting heavier and faster, “I-I-I’m gonna…” and bam. My whole mouth filled with his white cum it must’ve been at least 5 thick spurts. I released his dick and started jerking mine, and only after a few strokes i came all over his cock, chest and face. I screamed as my organs reached it’s peak. “Thanks bro” Alex said, jumping up walking away as his cock swayed from one thigh to another. “Where are you going?” I asked, “To take a shower asshole” He laughed, i did too, and slapped his ass as i walked to my shower to get clean. I have never in my life been happier to have a brother, and I think (and hopes) that he feels the same way. This made our connection so much stronger, and after this we walked around nude as soon as we were alone.
I love me and my brothers relationship.

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Foster care 3 – extended family???

This is the third chapter in my foster care series. Hopefully the story is continuing to develop for you and you are enjoying it. If you have not yet read “A new home” and “Girls day out spa day” you may want to read them first.

Midnight Munchies

This scene is about my ex mate and I >.> We are furries, so, if you aren’t into that and do not wish to view anything furry related, please leave ^^

THREE WAY SEXUAL PLEASURE ON SUNDAY

“This Sunday afternoon I want you to organize an erotic sexual experience for me. And I will organize one for you next Sunday afternoon,” my lady Sarah had told me. “Make sure it is exciting for me, even better make it exciting for both of us. You know what I like, remember your pleasure is my pleasure, and vice versa.”

Earning Money

This would be a temporary job, I told her I would do this until I could take the trip with my friends but if I become even a part time whore, what will you think of me? I mean will you still like me, respect me? And you won’t tell mom will you?”

Well, That Backfired 3

The story reaches it’s climactic finale as teenage siblings, Laurie and Tom, meet their step-mother, Audrie, and reunite with their father, Bradley. CAPITAL NAMES mean the story is being told from that person’s perspective. This one’s pretty long, so it’s split into three subchapters. Please leave comments and constructive criticism.

Writers Block

“Dear Heather,
I just read your latest story and, God!, what a turn on! I had to beat off half way through and again at the end, and I’m still hard as a rock! Your writing drives me right through the roof! Your stories are just so realistic, so believable, and I think I know why. It’s because you put so much of yourself into them. I can just tell that these are really your own fantasies and that you would love to live them out! I would love to help you, too. Why don’t you tell me where you live, and I’ll come and visit you. I can make all of your fantasies come true, just the way you want. I’ll rape your pussy. I’ll rape your ass. I’ll rape your mouth. I’ll fuck you till you bleed! Just tell me where to find you and I’ll give you all the fucking you want!
Hoping to hear from you soon.
[email protected]
Heather sighed and shook her head as she finished reading the e-mail. Most of the messages she got were okay. Just comments on her stories, either positive or negative. I loved it; I hated it, that kind of thing. Once in a while she got a message from someone suggesting a plot line for a story. Occasionally she chatted with other Internet authors, trading ideas or commenting on each other’s stories. But on mercifully rare occasions, she got one like this. Some sicko that couldn’t separate fantasy from reality.
She had received other messages from Slyguy123. At first, they had seemed harmless. Praise for her stories. Admiration for her writing style. But slowly, over time, his true self began showing through, dark and evil. Slyguy123 wasn’t interested in fantasy. He was interested in rape. Real, terrifying, sadistic. And now he was suggesting she should tell him where she lives so he can visit her? So he can rape her? How could this idiot think she would even consider such a suggestion? This clown must have no concept of reality at all. Not a single clue.
Okay, so she wrote erotic literature for the Internet, and most of her stories dealt with rape. She wrote them because she enjoyed writing them, and because it aroused her to put her fantasies on paper. That didn’t mean she wanted some psychotic head case to actually get his hands on her. Nobody in their right mind would really want to be raped, regardless of their fantasies. In one of her stories, she had the main character, Miranda, burned at the stake at the end of the story. Did this idiot think that she wanted that to happen to her, too? Some people were just so stupid!
She deleted the e-mail without replying and gave it no further thought.
********************
Slyguy123 was sick. He was perverted and sadistic. However, in spite of what Heather thought, he was not stupid. In fact, when it came to computers, he was a genius. He had hacked into some of the most secure sites in the world and was never caught. He wrote viruses that were devastatingly lethal and unstoppable. And now, he was working on what would be his greatest achievement. He was developing a tracker.
The tracker was a program that could be appended to any e-mail message, invisible to the recipient. It would monitor the phone lines that carried the message from modem to modem, recording route changes and directories. It would monitor and track the progress of the carrier e-mail through the Internet system to its final destination. When the e-mail was opened, the tracker would immediately send itself back to the computer from which it had started. And, just like the police tracing a phone call, the tracker would return with the home address of the recipient of the original e-mail.
This would be a technological breakthrough. Once he had it perfected, he would be able to name his own price for the program. Governments, police agencies, intelligence groups, even private citizens would love to have the tracker. They wouldn’t get it, though. Slyguy123 wasn’t interested in money. He had enough to meet his needs. He wanted the tracker for other, more personal reasons.
Slyguy123 was totally obsessed with developing the tracker. He was also totally obsessed with Heather. He had copied her photograph from the website where she published her stories and had printed it out. He had numerous copies of it posted around his computer room in various sizes. One was even blown up to poster size. He thought of Heather and her delicious fantasies every day. He knew that he was meant to be with her. That he was meant to fulfill her fantasies, her dreams. And he would. He would make her see that he was right. He would make her bend to his will. All he needed was his tracker.
********************
“Dear Heather,
I had been hoping to hear from you before this. It’s okay, though. I understand why you haven’t replied to my messages. It’s because you’re shy, isn’t it? That’s why you have to write about your fantasies, isn’t it? You’re just too shy to tell anyone about them face to face. That’s okay. You won’t have to worry about that for long. Soon, my dear, soon I will be with you, and then you will no longer have to fantasize. I will rape you just like you’ve always wanted. Brutally. Viciously. Repeatedly. Oh, yes Heather, I will drive my rock hard cock into every hole that you have. I will fill you with my cum. I will rape you until you can’t stand anymore, and then I will rape you again. By the time I finish with you, you will be limp, spent and exhausted. You will love it! I’ll bet just thinking about it has you sopping wet, doesn’t it? I’ll bet you can’t wait to see me. It will not be long, my love. It will not be long.
Yours,
[email protected]
Heather read the e-mail a second time and trembled. He sounded so positive, so sure that he could find her. Was there anyway that he could know where she lived? Had she inadvertently given him any clues when she had responded to the first few e-mails he had sent, the ones in which he sounded normal? She concentrated on it, thinking back. No. No, she hadn’t given him any information. Nothing that could lead him to her. But why did he sound so … so sure that he could find her?
Maybe he couldn’t. Maybe he was just completely full of shit. He could be just trying to scare her, to make her feel fear. She had him pegged as being sadistic, and maybe this was just part of his sadistic little game. Try to make her afraid, try to terrify her, and then laugh and beat off thinking about her being afraid.
But what if …… what if he could find her? What if he had somehow figured out where she lived? Maybe she should call the police. Call the police and tell them that … what? That she wrote rape stories for the Internet, and now some sicko was writing to her about rape? They would probably tell her that she had to expect things like that if she insisted on writing stories about rape. They would tell her that he was just some sick asshole writing about his fantasies, just the way she wrote about hers, and there was nothing to worry about. And even if by some miracle they did believe her, what could they do? How could they find him based on nothing but an e-mail address? They couldn’t. No. There was no sense in calling the police. There was nothing they could, or would, do.
Heather read the message again. He sounded so sure of himself. So positive that he could find her. And what would happen if he did find her? She had no doubts about that. He told her quite clearly what he intended to do to her. He would rape her over and over. Rape her until he had satisfied his perverted desires. And then what? Would he allow her to live? Or would her kill her in some sick and sadistic manner? Heather thought she knew the answer, and she felt a shiver travel up her spine.
********************
Slyguy123 thought that the tracker might finally be ready. He had worked on it long and hard, and the program seemed to be functional. It was time for a test. He would send an e-mail to a friend of his, someone whose address he knew. Then, if the tracker came back with that address, he would be ready.
“Jerry,
Just thought I’d drop you a line to see what’s going on. Things here are pretty much normal. Maybe we can get together for a beer later in the week.
Sly”
It was short, but that didn’t matter. He could have sent a blank e-mail. It was the attachment that was important. Setting the cursor over the paperclip on the menu bar, he activated the pull down menu. Selecting the proper file, he double clicked on it to append it to the e-mail. In this case, however, there was no indication on the e-mail that there was any kind of attachment. It was effectively invisible.
He hit “SEND”, then lit a cigarette and sat back to wait. It shouldn’t take long. It was Sunday, and Jerry, a true computer geek, always spent Sundays glued to his screen. He wasn’t really interested in Jerry’s response. The tracker should activate itself as soon as Jerry opened the e-mail. The tracker, in fact, should return home before Jerry even finished reading the message.
He had just finished the cigarette when the small envelope appeared in the lower right corner of his screen. Opening the e-mail, he saw the message in plain text.
“Tracker complete: Address of recipient:”
But there was no address. The space where Jerry’s address should have been was blank. Slyguy123 sighed. A minor set back. The tracker had been invisible, and it had activated itself and returned to its home computer. That was the big thing. He just had to fine-tune the program. Sooner or later, he would succeed.
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“Dear Heather,
I am amazed that you have not yet supplied your address to me. After all, we both know that you want me to come for you, don’t we? I am the culmination of all your fantasies, all your desires. We were made to play out our drama together. Are you just playing hard to get? Do you wish me to pursue you? Will that add excitement to our game? Very well. I will play the game the way you wish. It will only make things that much better for the both of us when I sink my cock in you for the first, but not the last, time. Yes, the first time. I so look forward to the first time, my dear Heather. Soon. Soon.
Always,
[email protected]
Heather shook her head in amazement. This guy was not only sick, he was delusional. He was definitely a few bricks shy of a full load. Could he honestly believe she actually wanted him to find her? Could he honestly believe she actually wanted him to rape her? It was so bizarre! So utterly bizarre!
Or could it be … could it be that he was only trying to scare her? Maybe that was how he got off. Contact women over Internet and slowly scare them. Build a terror in them over a period of time. Maybe instilling the fear of rape was enough to satisfy his warped desires. That would certainly be easier than actually trying to find someone who might be anywhere in the country. Hell, anywhere in the world, for that matter. Still …
She couldn’t shake the feeling of impending doom. Was she just being silly? Worrying about nothing? She wanted to believe that. Wanted to believe that there was nothing to really fear. But she couldn’t.
********************
He spent the better part of a month working on the tracker. Slyguy123 was nothing if not patient. He went over every line of code, tweaking, fine-tuning, and adjusting. Finally, he thought he had worked out the last of the bugs. He typed a short e-mail.
“Jerry,
Did you see ‘Independence Day’ on TV? last night?
Sly”
Once more he attached the tracker program to the e-mail and hit send. Now he only had to wait until Jerry opened the e-mail. That was all it would take, the simple act of opening the e-mail.
If it only worked. He gazed at the poster-sized picture of Heather hanging from the wall. She would be his, to do with as he would. He would use her in every way imaginable, and in some ways most people wouldn’t imagine. He’d had a long time to fantasize about her, to daydream. Every day that went by, every dream he concocted, added to his plans. His imagination was running wild, and the things he planned to do to her … oh, the delicious things he planned to do to her!
And slowly, the things he did to her would become her fantasies, too. She would realize, oh so gradually, that they were really soul mates, destined to share their dark dreams. He would rape her in every way, in every orifice. And then, when he was done, there would be the final dream, the final fantasy. This time, though, it wasn’t his fantasy. It was hers. She had detailed it in one of her stories, and he knew it would be her greatest pleasure. It would be his gift to her.
He lit a cigarette with trembling hands. The thought of her, quivering and squirming beneath him, was racing through his mind. What would her voice sound like? What would it sound like as she begged and pleaded and whimpered? He was only half way through his cigarette when the envelope flashed on the screen. He opened the e-mail and read the message.
“Tracker complete: Address of recipient: 1524 Crestmont Drive, Indianapolis, Indiana.”
Perfect. The tracker was working.
********************
Heather was working on a story when the small envelope in the corner of the screen indicated that she had an incoming e-mail. Not wanting to break her train of thought, she continued typing. Whatever it was could wait. Her thoughts were flowing, and the words were fitting together so well. Her alter ego, the fictional Heather of her stories, was being brutally raped in an alley. Her attacker was reaching his limits, approaching the edge. Heather was squirming, trying to escape, when the rapist let go and flooded her insides with cum. Heather finished writing the scene, concluding the violent rape, and leaned back in her chair.
She took a deep breath to try and calm her. It always seemed strange the she should become so aroused by her own words. Still, she had taken it as her own adage that if the story line didn’t turn her on, it wouldn’t turn on her readers, either. And Heather believed she owed something to her readers. If they were going to take the time to read her stories, then she should make sure the stories were as good as she could make them.
Taking another breath, she glanced at the envelope in the corner of her screen. Maximizing the e-mail program on her screen, she saw the message was from Slyguy123.
Damn! Why didn’t he just leave her alone? Couldn’t he find someone else to torment? She hadn’t answered any of his e-mails in months. You’d think he’d be tired of this one-way conversation by now. What kind of rush could he be getting from this? Was just sending the e-mail enough to get him off? Was he so devoid of life that the mere act of sending an e-mail gave him gratification?
She tapped her fingernail on the table as she stared at the screen. Stupid bastard. Maybe she should answer this one. Maybe she should send him an e-mail that would rip him a new asshole. Let him know just how disgusting and reprehensible she thought he was. Call him every rotten, insulting name she could think of. Question his manhood, his sexual orientation. Insinuate that he was impotent, a eunuch. Maybe that would get him to quit e-mailing her.
Of course, there was always the chance that such a maneuver would backfire on her. It might irritate him and make him even worse than he was now. Maybe she should just delete the damned thing without even opening it. Just ignore him completely, not even read his sick e-mails. How hard would that be? Every time one came in from him, just delete it without opening it or reading it.
The e-mail from Slyguy123 was hi-lighted in blue. Heather moved the cursor to the “X” on the menu bar to delete the message. But if she did that, then she wouldn’t know what he was thinking, what he was planning. That is, if he actually was planning anything. He was probably just full of shit, but could Heather take that chance? It would be much better if she could get him to stop. In the most fateful decision of her life, Heather moved the cursor to the message and double clicked to open it. She sucked in her breath as she read the single line,
“It is time, Heather. I am coming for you.”
********************
It was late at night and Heather was driving home from work. Her eyes kept darting to the rear view mirrors both inside and outside the car, watching for any sign that she was being followed. For the last month, ever since receiving that last, short message from Slyguy123, she had been on pins and needles.
“It is time, Heather. I am coming for you.”
That was the last she had received from him. Not another word of any kind. For some reason, not hearing from him now seemed worse that hearing from him. At least when she was getting his e-mails, she could assume he was at home, wherever that might be. But now, with nothing coming in, where was he? Still at home? Traveling to get here?
Or could he be here already?
Maybe it was nothing. Maybe he was tired of his little game and decided to end it. Maybe that last message was just his swan song, one last stab of fear inflicted on his victim before moving on to someone else. Maybe he was already working on some other woman on the other side of the country. Maybe.
Heather glanced in the rearview mirror again. There was a vehicle several car lengths behind her. A truck or a van, she wasn’t sure. Had she seen it before? Something about it seemed familiar, but what? Yes, that was it. The headlights. The headlight on the passenger side was brighter than the one on the driver’s side. Had she actually noticed that earlier, or was her mind playing tricks on her? Was she being followed or not? One way to find out for sure.
At the next intersection, Heather made a right turn. Staying within the speed limit, she watched her rearview mirror. The vehicle with the mismatched headlights made the turn behind her. Okay, she thought, that’s one.
Heather approached the next intersection and made another right turn. Still within the speed limit, she again saw the other vehicle make the turn. Cool. That’s two. She was starting to feel nervous. Coincidence?
Reaching the next intersection, Heather made her third consecutive right turn. She felt sweat beading on her forehead as she watched the rearview. Once again the vehicle behind her made the turn. That’s three, she thought.
Heather approached the next intersection and once more made a right turn. She had circled the block, and was now back on the road she had been on when she first noticed the vehicle behind her. She watched her rearview. If whoever was back there also made the right turn, she would be sure that she was being followed. If that were the case, she would put the gas pedal to the floorboards and drive like hell to the nearest police station. She watched the rearview. She saw the vehicle approach the intersection and turn … left.
Heather sighed. Okay. Had this just been a case where whoever was driving that vehicle realized they were going in the wrong direction and circled the block to turn around? Or had they actually been following Heather and, realizing what she was doing, broke off? It seemed almost too coincidental that they should circle the same block as Heather unless they were following her. Still, it COULD be a coincidence. Either way, they were no longer behind her. She would stay doubly alert from now on. And she would damn sure watch for those mismatched headlights in the future.
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Heather stepped out of the shower and toweled off. It was nearly three months since she had heard from Slyguy123, and over two months since the incident with the vehicle with the mismatched headlights. Every day the memories of his threats had dimmed, receding into a mental distance. She was now convinced she had heard the last of him. The sick bastard had probably found some other woman to terrorize. It was time to get back to normal.
Heather enjoyed going to movies alone. She could relax and get into the stories without interruption or distraction. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her husband. She did. She just needed a little time to herself once in awhile, and going to a movie was certainly harmless enough.
Padding to the bedroom, Heather put on a black satin bra and panties. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she slowly pulled on black thigh-hi nylons. She enjoyed wearing sexy lingerie under her clothes. It made her feel pretty and desirable. It was almost an ego boost for her. Again, harmless enough. Heather put on a light blue silk blouse and buttoned it. She then pulled on a pair of navy blue slacks and pulled up the zipper. She finished the outfit with a pair of navy blue pumps.
After kissing her daughter good night and saying goodbye to her husband, Heather closed the front door behind her and walked to her car. She started the engine, moved the gearshift to “D”, and pulled into the street. It was a warm, clear night and traffic was light. She made it to the theater in less than fifteen minutes.
The theater had two parking areas, one in front and one in back. Although there were several parking spaces available in the front lot, Heather pulled around to the rear lot. She kept driving until she was at the far back end of the lot. There, she pulled into a space, moved the gearshift to “P”, and shut off the ignition.
Heather could have parked in front, but it was a little too … open … for her. She enjoyed smoking a joint to mellow out before going into the movie, and the back of the rear lot was the safest place for that. She took out the tightly rolled marijuana cigarette, placed it between her full lips, and lit it. Sucking the smoke deep into her lungs, she held it for several seconds before slowly exhaling.
Heather sat quietly, smoking her joint and letting her mind wander. Such a nice night. So relaxing. Finishing her smoke, she put the roach in the ashtray and closed it. She debated pulling the car to the front lot now, but rejected it. Such a nice night. She would enjoy the short walk to the theater. Getting out of the car, she made sure the doors were locked and started walking across the lot.
*******************
It was quite dark when Heather left the movie theater. She had thoroughly enjoyed the show and felt completely relaxed as she walked across the moonlit parking lot. She was humming quietly to herself as she reached her car. What a beautiful night, she thought.
In the midst of her thoughts, Heather felt her blood run cold. She had heard a rustling in the bushes directly behind her car. She looked around quickly. She was alone in the rear lot. Suppose it was he? Suppose he had found her? Oh, God, why hadn’t she moved her car to the front lot after she finished her joint? Why had she been so stupid to leave it all the way back here?
“Who’s there?” she called out as she rummaged in her purse for her keys, but there was no response. Her hands trembled as she searched for the keys.
“I … I have a gun!” she called out as her eyes darted left and right. It was a lie, of course, but whoever was in the bushes wouldn’t know that. Maybe it would buy her enough time to get into the car and lock the doors. Her fingers trembling, she fumbled her keys and dropped them. She heard the rustling again as she grabbed her keys from the concrete and again tried to fit them in the lock. Her heart was racing and her breathing was rapid and shallow. Come on! Come on! Get the damned door unlocked!
And then, just as she got the key into the lock, she ran out of time. She felt terror race through her and her stomach constrict as the dark shape moved out of the bushes towards her. Her eyes bulged and she wanted to scream. This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t be!
The figure moved into the light. Head leaning to the side, tongue dangling from his mouth. She could hear him panting. Heather leaned against the car and tried to slow her breathing as she and the dog stared at each other. And then he turned and trotted away.
Damn! That scared the shit out of me, she thought. She felt silly now. Afraid of the dark, just like a little kid. That sick bastard had her jumping at shadows. She unlocked the car door a slid in behind the wheel. She put the keys in the ignition, but didn’t start the engine. She wanted to calm down before she tried driving. Unbelievable, to be so scared by ….
… hands grabbed her from behind. Over her shoulders and under her arms. She screamed as she felt herself being lifted from the seat, her back arching as she was pulled over the back of the seat. She continued screaming as she fell headfirst into the backseat of the car.
There were hands on her, forcing her over onto her back. She lashed out, trying to rake her fingernails across the eyes of her attacker. She felt a fist smash into her face and tasted blood in her mouth. Still she fought, flailing with arms and legs.
“Stop it! Don’t do this! Oh, God, HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP ME!” She was screaming at the top of her lungs, but no one heard, no one came. She felt the hands break open the zipper on the front of her slacks. He grabbed the waistband of her slacks and panties and jerked them down over her thighs, then past her knees.
“Leave me ALONE! Oh PLEASE leave me alone!”
He pulled off her slacks and panties and threw them to the floor. Her legs free, she tried to kick him, but didn’t have the room in the cramped backseat of the car. He grabbed her blouse and tore it open, scattering buttons everywhere. Tearing her bra open, he pulled it and the remains of her blouse from her body and threw them to the floor with her slacks and panties. He threw himself on top of her, one hand grabbing a fist full of hair while the other grabbed one of her breasts and twisted cruelly.
“DON’T!” she screamed. “You’re HURTING me! Owwww! STOP it! Please STOP IT!”
He crushed his mouth to hers and forced his tongue into her mouth. She gagged as the intruder forced it’s way deep into her mouth. She had her hands against his chest, trying to push him off of her, but he was too heavy. She felt him using his knees to force her legs apart. Her body was twisting and squirming under him as she fought to escape.
He buried his face in her neck and she felt him snaking a hand between them. His hand went to her crotch, rubbing between the lips of her vagina. “Nuuhhh … oohhh … STOP!” she screamed as he jammed a finger up inside her. His mouth dropped to her breast and he viciously chewed on her nipple, sending waves of pain through her.
“DON’T! Oh please DON’T! You’re HURTING me!”
He was undoing his trousers, pulling out his cock as he prepared to rape her. She felt the fear and frustration raging through her. He was going to use her like a piece of meat, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.
“Get OFF of me!” Heather screamed in vain. “Oh God, get OFF of me! You can’t DO this! You just CAN’T!”
She felt him pressing the head of his cock against her vagina. She dug her heels into the seat of the car, trying to get enough leverage to throw him off. She twisted and turned, pushed against his chest, tried to move her hips away from him. Nothing worked.
“Oh, no! Oh, please NO!” she begged as she felt him forcing her open, felt the head of his cock start to enter her. “No! I don’t … don’t want … you IN me! Let GO! Get … get OUT of me!”
He was fucking his way into her, driving deeper with each thrust of his hips. She hadn’t been ready, hadn’t been aroused, and the penetration was painful. Heather felt as if her insides were being torn open as he pounded farther and farther into her. Tears burned her cheeks as the reality of what was happening sunk in.
“No! Don’t! PLEASE … don’t! No! … No! … NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” Heather arched her back and screamed in pain as he finally drove the full length of his shaft into her body. “Oh, God, please STOP it! nuuhhh … nuuhhh … nuuhhh … Get … get … OUT of … of me! P-please! Oh, God! Oh, God!”
He was driving into her brutally, viciously. His hands roamed over her body, twisting and squeezing. Heather continued fighting, squirming and kicking, trying to push him away. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She ground her teeth. She felt the perspiration beading on her body. She cried out in pain each time he impaled her.
“No … more! … nuuhhh … nuuhhh … P-please … no … MORE! … nuuhhh … It … HURTS! … Oh God! … It … h-hurts!” Heather pleaded futilely. The animal on top of her didn’t care if he hurt her. He enjoyed hurting her. He drove into her repeatedly with long, hard strokes, using his cock as a weapon against her.
It was so dark that Heather still hadn’t been able to make out the features of her rapist. Could it be him? Could Slyguy123 have actually found her? Terror swept through her at the thought. If this were someone else, if this was a rapist who had just randomly selected Heather, then he would probably use her and leave. If it were Slyguy123, though … he would use her,and use her, and use her, and finally kill her. Oh, God please don’t let it be he! Please not him!
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Chloe & Her New Friends

Hi Guys. This is a story about Chloe, a young girl who makes some special new friends. Hope you like this story. If you do I may write the next part. Feel free to comment any feedback.

Love in the Last Frontier, Part 3

We traveled down to the end of the peninsula to the fishing town of Homer where we experienced a wonderful fish and chips lunch made from the fresh caught Halibut that came in that day from the fishing boats. Now I’ve had lots of fish and chips from all over the world but I can honestly say that none can compare to the delicious meal that I had that day at Captain Patty’s down on the spit. It was superb in its portions, taste and texture and although it wasn’t cheap, it was the most wonderful meal of its kind that I have ever had.
The views of the inlet were amazing with the volcanoes so close that you felt that you could almost reach out and touch them. The sun reflected off the salty water and made it seem almost tropical in its temperature. We stayed there for most of the afternoon, walking along the shops on the spit and taking photos of the surroundings but by 5:30 or so, we decided to head back towards Kenai and take the time to rest up a little from all of the lack of sleep we had endured the last couple of nights.
I allowed Chloe to demonstrate her domestic skills by fixing us a fine dinner and after a walk around the area, we decided to settle in for the evening and get ready for bed. Chloe walked out of the bedroom wearing her pajamas as my eyes fixated upon her luscious bodily attributes. There was nothing distinctive in what she was wearing; just your typical pair of long pajama bottoms and a tee shirt style top, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she slyly walked over to where I was still sitting.
She noticed my look and asked, “What are you looking at?” and blushed.
“I’m looking at the most beautiful creature that God ever created,” I said looking directly into her beautiful blue eyes.
She blushed again and broke off her gaze to look down into her lap. I reached out with my fingers and gently touched her chin. I raised her head up to look into my eyes and told her, “Chloe, you really are beautiful you know and I am a lucky fellow just to be seen with you, much less, spending the night with you. I just wanted to tell you that and to say that I hope you are having as good of time as I am.”
She looked down again as she said softly, “I’m having a wonderful time up here and I want to thank you for inviting me along. I know that you didn’t have to.”
I continued to appraise this lovely young woman that I had rescued from her mother’s boyfriend a couple of weeks back and had asked to come up here on this scooting trip to Alaska. I knew of her skills in photography so I also knew that she could be of great help working as my assistant for the commission that I had accepted. But I really hadn’t expected her to be so beautiful.
Chloe was a short little thing, being no more than 5’ a couple of inches and tipping the scales at around 100 or 105. Her long blond hair had a natural wave in it that curled up just a little as it cascaded down to her slim little shoulders and framed nicely her delicate facial features. Her perfectly shaped body curved out at her breast line just enough to tell the observer that her breasts were soft yet firm and nicely sized to fit her petite body. She was thin through her waistline but her hips flared out just enough to frame her nice athletically shaped rear end. Her legs, when you could see them, were equally athletic, showing one the trimness and muscles of a runner yet the delicateness of a model. All in all, she was not bad to look at.
I could tell instantly that she was not wearing a bra under her pajamas by the slight sway of her breasts as she walked and the pointy ends of them protruding through her shirt. As she sat down beside me on the love seat, she turned to face me and drew up her legs and crossed them Indian style. Her bottoms were plenty loose fitting as they bagged in the crotch but I silently hoped that before the night was over, I would know if she was wearing anything under them.
She leaned over to unbutton my shirt as she shyly stated, “Let me help you take your shirt off.”
I sat back and allowed her nimble fingers to work their magic and before long she was pushing my shirt off of my shoulders and tossing it aside. Then she reached for my belt and attempted to unbuckle it, but because I was sitting, she just couldn’t undo the silly thing. I grinned and stood up before her as she scooted around to face me where I stood. She not only unbuckled my belt but unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped my fly and had them down to my knees before I knew what happened. She looked up into my eyes and smiled a very seductive smile and then lowered her gaze and proceeded to remove my boxers down to join my jeans at the floor. My cock started to swell and increase in size as she helped me step out of my clothes. I stood back up totally naked right in front of my seated lover as her hand went out and gently cradled my cock as she again looked up into my eyes.
It had now grown into an erect pole and as she opened her mouth up wide and stuck out her tongue, she turned my cock up to lick the full length of its under side. The look in her eyes told me that she was loving this attention she was giving me and she wasn’t about to stop anytime soon. She smiled at me when she had reached the end and then moved it to one side and applied her tongue again to the full length of it, finally flicking the tip with her tongue. She repeated the process on the other side and then on the top, licking the whole length and settling on the tip. Finally she looked again into my eyes and then down at my now rock hard cock, opened her mouth wide and put it in between her lips as far as it would go.
When it reached the back of her tongue, she closed her lips, sucked down hard on it and drug her lips the entire way out, sucking in on her cheeks as it went. I almost died as my knees started to buckle. She took it out of her mouth and licked around the head for awhile before she opened up again and this time took just the head into her mouth and licked and sucked the very life out of it. I touched her on the shoulder and said, “Oh Chloe, I’ve got to sit back down before you suck the living daylights out of me.” She scooted off the loveseat to the floor as she allowed me to sit in the very spot where she had just sat. I scooted my rear to the very edge of the seat and then lay back down so my neck was the only part of me touching the back.
She had full access to my open crotch as her hand began to stroke my flag pole and her lips covered my head. She was devouring my cock-head with her mouth and was pumping my shaft with her right hand but her left hand was busy fondling my balls. With her gentle caress, she fondled them tenderly while taking my cock down into her oral cavity and drawing it out through her puckered lips. She took a second to wet her finger with her saliva and then placed it back down between my legs as she sought out my anus. When she found it, she circled around it a few times and then penetrated the opening and pushed it up to touch my prostate. I went wild with excitement when she touched and massaged the tender love gland in my rectum.
I suddenly felt that urge start to brew deep down in my loins and I knew that my time was about up, so I tried to sit back up to let my darling know that I was about to spew, but she would have none of it. She pushed me back down and redoubled her efforts with her mouth, taking it all the way back against her throat and out through her sucking lips and tongue. Her actions only intensified my need to explode so in only a couple more pumps of her mouth, it started to twitch and jerk and then it exploded deep within her mouth and down her throat.
I shot and shot some more; rope after rope of my hot, sticky fluids down my lovers throat. The feeling of it erupting only made her suck even harder on it as she continued to massage my prostate. I had almost blocked her manual insertion up my rectum when I found myself shooting my load and my legs were sticking out as straight as a board.
“Oh my God!” I kept yelling, begging for her to continue sucking on my spewing cock. “Oh my God Chloe, swallow my cum down your throat! Oh my God!” I kept up my spewing for a long time before it started to subside, but that didn’t mean that I had lost all desire to satisfy the one who caused the spewing. I managed to sit all the way up this time as she removed her cum filled mouth from my deflating cock. I hooked my hands under her arms and forced her to her feet. I grabbed her pajama bottom with both hands and ripped them down to her ankles exposing her bare pussy patch that was leaking out its hole from all of the excitement.
“Chris, I wanted this to be just for you,” Chloe pleaded. “Please can it be just about what you want?”
“I want you!” I said in reply. “I want to taste you! I want to ram it in your pussy! I want to cum all over you!”
She was silent as I took her to her back and ripped the bottoms off of her feet. I fell down between her legs and reached up with my lips to give her a deep passionate kiss. I could taste my own juices still in her mouth and the thought of where it came made me want to kiss her all the more. I opened my mouth and poked my tongue into hers as far and as hard as I could. The more I tasted and more that I wanted. I was crazed with lust and I was about to fulfill my lustful desires.
I grabbed her legs and pushed them high over her head. I forcefully spread them apart as wide as I could and looked down into her full waiting junction. I could plainly see her two puffy lips tightly lying against each other under the protecting cover of pubic hair and below, her puckered little rose bud. The sight of this made my mind go back to my own anal experience and my desire seemed to explode. I threw my tongue down upon it, trying to penetrate the opening with the pointy end but the sphincter was too strong to allow any entrance by my tongue. But I did manage to apply enough saliva to it that I thought something else could enter.
My mind was crazed with lust and was not working right so I aimed my cock right its entrance and was so tempted to plunge it forward. But only for her pleading cry not to enter her there kept it safe from my enraged cock. Instead I plunged it into her other hole and as it went all the way, the air escaped from her lungs in an unworldly grunt. My hands were under her top and roughly squeezing her breasts as I pulled it out and rammed it back with all the force that I could muster. I repeated my assault on this beauty over and over without any letup for minutes. I was out of juices but my cock remained rock hard with desire.
She was building very rapidly as I continued to saw into her vaginal opening. I was ramming it into her tender wanting pussy with avenges, not letting up for anything. I was on my tip toes laying against her spread out legs, making contact with just her pussy and my cock sliding in and out of her. It was going in the full length and hitting her cervix with every stroke and as it neared she started to scream with expectations.
“Oh my god,” she kept repeating over and over. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’M CUMMMINGGG!!!” she finally yelled at the top of her lungs, spewing her feminine juices all over the place. She was thrashing around, begging me to quit but I kept up my assault. I was starting to feel my release building again and I didn’t want it to end quite yet. But her cries became demands as she squirmed out from under me and I had to pull out. I began to jerk myself off because I was so close and then I erupted into a splashing gush of flying semen because I had no sperm left to ejaculate.
I pointed my cock right at my lover and let it fly. I spewed it all over her from her face to her crotch, splashing my fluids repeatedly between her legs, up her stomach, on her pajama top and on her face and mouth. I was crying out loud as I spewed, trying to extract all of the pent up emotions that had been build deep within my very fiber. And as I sent my last squirt oozing out of my hole, I collapsed my body down on my tiny little lover to pass into another world of exhaustion.
I awoke about two hours later all alone of the loveseat. I was stiff and a little sore from scrunching up on the tiny seat so I walked into the bedroom to stretch out and cuddle with Chloe. As I slid in next to her, I felt her bare little butt and placed my deflated cock right next to it. She cooed a little but I could tell by her rhythmic breathing that she was fast asleep. I slightly whispered into her ear, “I think I’m beginning to fall for you Chloe and I don’t know what to do.” She didn’t answer me out right but made a pleasant noise and scooted back into my caress. I went right back to sleep and had the most wonderful dreams in the world.
The next day we visited the town of Seward and checked on a “must see” voyage on a chartered boat to the Kenai Fiord National Park. Neal has more or less insisted that we hit that spot if not this trip, then definitely the next one. It boasts the most wondrous sights in all of the Kenai and I really wanted to take the ride but we couldn’t make the arrangements for now so I arranged a tour for our next visit.
We looked around the quaint little town for most of the afternoon but finally headed back towards Anchorage just in time to miss the afternoon traffic of the big city. To make sure that we didn’t get there until after the rush hour, we took a detour up the Hope to explore that old fishing village and on the view the Portage glacier near the tiny town of Whittier. After stopping at the two destinations to take a few photos, we traveled around Turnabout Arm of the Cook’s Inlet to our stop in Anchorage for the night. I wanted to check in with Neal and to see if he had any other suggestion for us before heading out towards Fairbanks and I caught him just as he was heading home for the night. He suggested that we meet him for dinner right after we got checked into a campsite for the evening so at around 8 that evening, we met up at his favorite restaurant.
Chloe wanted an excuse to dress up so I put on my slacks, a button shirt and real, honest to God dress shoes and socks. Chloe got dressed in the summer dress that I insisted that she buy back in Minnesota and when she walked out in it, I almost couldn’t breathe she looked so fine. It was a simple dress made from silk or rayon or some other clinging type fabric that was cut in the front in a square cut that was not revealing in the slightest. But under that loosely cut bodice that was held up by two thin spaghetti straps was the two most wonderful things that I could ever imagine. She couldn’t wear a bra because of the thin little straps that held up the top and the arms were cut too low to hide a strapless bra from view. So, that left the best thing in the world for me anyway, a bra less dress that clung to the wearer’s breasts and that wearer just happened to be my Chloe.
We were sitting at the restaurant when Neal made his appearance and as he approached us, his eyes went directly to Chloe’s breast line and he stammered out his greetings. Chloe blushed a little, knowing where he was looking and I had to hide my laugh as I shock his hand and retook my seat. His eyes continued to betray his feelings as they darted back and forth between her eyes and her breasts, but she didn’t seem to mind after awhile and I think she started to enjoy his attention.
But his roaming eyes started to get to me. “Hey, I’m the one who got the commission, not my assistant. Don’t you think that you should be talking to me?” I thought.
I had to ask him several times where he would recommend that we should go to get some good photos but I just couldn’t keep his attention more than a second or two. It was the longest meal that I had to endure for some time so when I got tired of all of the attention being placed on Chloe, I excused myself from the table to go to the restroom, got up and walked around to Chloe’s chair, bent down and kissed her right on the lips and said out loud to her, “Can I get you anything while I’m up, Sweetheart?”
She looked kind of shocked at first but answered, “No but thanks for asking Dear.”
When I got back, Neal’s entire demeanor had changed as he was sitting back in his chair speaking very casually to Chloe instead of glued to every word that she said. I got my point across to him and I only hoped that Chloe knew what I was doing.
We said our goodbyes as we walked out of the restaurant and headed back to the RV. Chloe was clinging to my arm and I didn’t know if it was for Neal’s benefit or not but she didn’t let it go until we got to the rig and I opened the door. She led the way into our little home and when I followed, she turned around and put her arms around my neck and almost laughed out loud. “Can I get you anything while I’m up, Sweetheart?” she said in a mocking tone.
“Well, damn it, I got tired of having that ass hole checking out your boobs all the time, I mean, hell, he wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was staring right at them,” I exclaimed in a mild rage.
“Well, I do declare, Christopher, are you a bit jealous of little ol’ me?” she asked, batting her eyelids, trying to do her best Scarlett O’Hara impersonation.
I looked down into those beautiful blue eyes that were flashing her enjoyment of the situation and melted into their deep pool of laughter. I suddenly bent down, took her in my arms a pressed into the most sensuous kiss that I could muster. My hands drew her into my chest as my lips separated to accept her probing tongue, our lips melted into one other.
My hands went down to her firm little rear end and I grasped on to her cheeks with both hands. She broke off the kiss and looked up at me and then she said, “Chris, I love you so much.”
I thought for just a second and said, “Chloe, I’m starting to fall for you too and I don’t know how to act. I don’t know, but damn it, all I want to do is hold you and kiss you and…”
She looked into my eyes and said, “And what, make love to me?”
“Oh yes Chloe, make love with you over and over, all the time. I want to kiss you all over and touch you all over…God Chloe, I want you right now,” I said in an exacerbated voice. “I want you Chloe, I want you.”
She threw her arms around my neck again and pressed her crotch into mine and said, “Then take me Chris. I’ve never wanted anyone else as bad as I’ve wanted you. I’m yours, forever.”
I put my arms around her waist and pressed gently on her back. I looked into her eyes and smiled as I said, “Well, since you are mine, I don’t have to hurry now do I. So I can take my time with loving you. I can take all the time in the world, can’t I?”
She smiled back and looked sheepishly into my eyes and then whispered softly, “Well, I don’t know about taking that long because I may need you before you need me.”
“That will never happen,” I said bending down to give her a kiss on the lips. It started as a gentle kiss but as I pressed my lips into hers, I began to kiss her with my lips open slightly and then with them opened wide. We soon were kissing passionately with open mouths and our tongues were exploring each other mouths. My hands were all over her back and soon were on her ass again, this time grabbing and fondling with my fingers.
I scooted my hands down her skirt and as I pulled up with my hands, the shirt began to rise up her ass. The hem was up to just below her panties and with my next grope, they were right on the silky material that covered her rear end. I would have gasped if it weren’t for the fact that my mouth was full of her tongue and when my hand touched her panties, she scooted her crotch right up against mine. I knew that she could feel my hardening cock as she pressed into it because she started to rub up her crotch hard into it.
I squeezed and kneaded her cheeks with my two hands as I stuck my fingers inside of both of her leg holes. She squeezed her cheeks together as I ran them down between her legs as she mashed her lips into mine. I could feel the moisture as it started to secrete from her vagina and I wanted to touch and see just where it was coming from. But first I had to touch her all over.
I ran my hands up over her panties to the small of her back and then back down to the elastic of her waistband. I inserted just the tip of my fingers and ran them around a little before I moved them up to her back. They reached the top of her dress, and as I pulled it away from the skin on her back, I unzipped the back with my other hand that was still on the outside of the garment. It opened up to my hand on the inside and then, taking it by the two straps, I slowly and gently removed them from her soft white shoulders. I stood back a bit, allowing it to fall away, freeing her two wondrous globes from the silky material that had been covering them. It continued its fall down to her tummy and then to her hips. It stopped there for just a second and then it went all the way to the floor.
She was wearing white shear panties, the kind that were so thin that you could see everything that they were suppose to cover. Her knees were tightly placed together when her dress gathered at her ankles. My eyes were glued to the lightly colored triangle that shown through the fabric right at her junction. I must have gasped a little because her knees locked into a protective stance just before I reached out to touch her at that very place.
Now it was her time to gasp as I made contact. It was just with my finger tip but you would have thought that I touched her with a cattle prod. She jumped back and gave me a shocked little smile and then reached out with her hand and cupped my fingers right on her pussy. She separated her knees just a little and it was enough to allow me to stretch my fingers deep between her legs and settle them right at the source of her moisture.
She closed her eyes as she melted into my fingers. I moved my touch deeper into her junction as her legs began to separate even more. There was no double crotch material in her panties, so I was touching the thin, see-thru fabric that separated my touch from her hair covered labia lips and I could feel them shudder under my touch. She began to coo just a little as I pressed my finger tip between her lips to the very source of her fluids. She reached up to grab me by my shoulders as she fought for her balance, then I said to her, “Do you want to go into the bedroom?” She didn’t say a word but took me by the hand and led me into the room.
When we got there, Chloe turned and had me sit on the edge of the bed. She knelt down and started to remove my shoes and socks while I unbuttoned my shirt. I then stood up and we both removed my slacks and finally my underwear. Chloe stood up in front of me looking strangely into my eyes as she asked me, “Chris, can I ask you a question? Please don’t laugh because I really want to give you something and I want to make sure that you will take it.”
Her question caused me to raise my eyebrow as well as my curiosity so I told her that she could ask me anything. She swallowed hard and then sat down beside of me. She looked a little nervous and I wondered what was on her mind but almost afraid to ask, judging by her anxiety. She started to speak slowly, not looking up from her hands folded demurely in her lap.
“Chris, you know that I love you and that I would do anything for you don’t you?” she began. I acknowledged the question with a nod but still wondering what in the world she had on her mind.
“I want to give you something, something that I can give only to one person, ever,” she continued to stare down into her lap. As she slowly looked up into my face, she continued to speak. “I can’t give my virginity because, well, you know. And besides, I’ve enjoyed sex with you so many times already. But I can give you one thing, it’s kind of like my virginity but it’s different. But if I give it to you, you have to promise to stop if it hurts me too much. I’m asking you to put it in my hole down there, you know, my butt hole.”
I was shocked and relieved all at the same time. My gosh did she know what she was saying? I almost shoved it in her tight little anus last night and I only stopped because she begging not to go there. And now she inviting me to take her anal virginity and what can I say but “Hell yes!”
“Chloe, are you sure?” I had to ask out of concern for my darling little lover but, all the while, I hoped that she would say yes. And when she did, I reassured her that I would be careful and I would pull out at the first sign of discomfort on her part.
She continued to sit there with her hands folded in her lap saying nothing. She was obviously nervous about what she had just aaaasked me and very anxious and unsure of how to get it going. I suddenly thought about the Vaseline that I had brought with me to apply to my lips when they are dry and ran to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. I emerged a second later holding the jar nervously in my hand and gave it to her saying, “Here this might help a little.”
She took it in her hand and then looked up into my eyes with this “Now what” look in them and smiled a nervous little smile. I leaned over and gave her a nice little kiss on the lips that turned into a mad passionate session of oral exploration on both of our parts. The ice was broken as our hands began to hold, press and force each other into a reclining position and then my hands found their way down to her crotch.
I began to rub her pussy lips through the thin covering of her panties and soon I was feeling her juices as they escaped down below. She was panting now with anticipation and lust and I hoped for the moment in time that was rapidly approaching when I would take my gift that she had offered me completely. I only hoped that it would be a good experience for both of us because I knew it would be for me.
I picked up her legs and pressed them down on her chest. Then I slowly started her panties down her hips and up her legs until they were off of her feet but her legs were flailing up in the air. I scooted closer to them and placed my hand down on her open crotch. I began massaging her between her legs, taking my fingers and gently rubbing along the outsides of her puffy little labia lips. I extended my reach downward until they went to the end of the lips and encircled her rose bud. She stiffened as I made contact but relaxed as I encouraged her with my soft soothing voice. Then I asked her to roll over and to stick her little butt straight up in the air.
She did what I asked and after I placed her knees far apart, I sat back to admire my work. What I saw took my breath away. It was the most erotic sight that I have ever seen. Sticking straight back at my hungry eyes was her wide open butt propped up by the backs of her two white legs that went down to the mattress and bent at the knees. They were at least 18 inches part and her hairy junction joined them in the middle. She had her face to one side as she laid it flat on the pillow to the right and her two breasts were swaying, there barely pressing into the mattress. Her lips were slightly separated as the fluids gathered at her opening and glistened in the light of bedroom. It was a sight that I will always remember.
I had to touch and caress her two lips that were begging for my attention so I placed my two fingers directly on each one and ran my touch up and back along their length. She shuttered a little but did not move from her erotic position. Again I ran them the full length up but allowed them to slide down her canal as I slowly drug them along until I stopped at her vaginal opening and to a detour inside of her opening. She gushed her fluids out of it, making my fingers nice and lubricated as they extended inward as far as they would reach and then while I was pulling them out, I pressed upward slightly and massaged her G-spot just for good luck.
She cried out as she switched sides of her face on the pillow and her tummy moved down a little causing her rear end to stick up even more. I withdrew my fingers from her glory hole, taking as much of her natural lubricant with them as I could and moved up to her puckered rosebud. I encircled it couple of times, smearing her fluids around the edge and into its opening a little, and then I made a trial run up her anus by inserting my finger into her rectum and moving it around. She held her breath in anticipation and tightened up her muscles down there around her anus. I told her to relax and enjoy it the best that she could and she did relax a little as I reached for the jar of Vaseline.
I dug out a blob with my finger and aimed it towards her anus. I poked the finger fully into her rectum and ran it completely around, spreading the lubricant all over the opening and as deep into the confines as my finger would reach. I then took another blob on my finger and spread it all around the head of my cock and when I was satisfied that I was finished lubing up, I asked her, “Are you ready?” She answered back, “Uh huh,” and I proceeded to her opening.
I slid my cock head right into the rose bud with no problem at all but it soon met the restrictive presence of her sphincter muscle. The lubricant was only partly helpful with this obstruction but with a little persistence on my part when applying pressure and the guts of one little woman, it finally open wide to allow the intruder access to her soft colon and the treasure that were found in there. Her sphincter acted like a girdle around my cock, binding it tightly as it made its way in and out of her lovely rectum, causing much enjoyment for her and a tantalizingly tight fit for me. I began to hump her tiny little ass and soon was slapping my balls against her butt in a forceful rhythm that increased along with our arousal.
My right hand went down and grabbed her right breast and gave it a not so gentle of a squeeze but she was lost in the pleasure that I was causing down below and she didn’t even vocalize any pain that I was sure that I was causing her. She just continued to rock and push back into my pumping as I started to build up to my release.
I switched my hand assault from her breast to between her legs and was soon massaging her clitoris that was hanging free of her hooded protector. She screamed out in pleasure as she began the writhe about in her excitement and I kept my finger right on her spot, simulating her little love button more with every touch I made on it. She began to groan out loudly as I concentrated all of my manual attention to her node and my pelvic attention to her ass and my mental attention to holding back my immanent orgasm.
Her fluids were pooling on the sheets down between her knees as she reached higher and higher towards her orgasm, her first one she had ever had that was from anal stimulation. It was not only her first anal orgasm but one of her greatest of all time. She was building higher and higher until she could not build it any more. She suddenly jerked herself forward, landing flat on her chest and stomach with her rear end sticking straight up in the air. She was ramming her hips back into every thrust of my cock that was buried deep into her bowels. She started to scream out her pleasure just as I shot my first load deep up her rectum. She was wildly thrashing about under my weight as I continued to pump my sperm into her. Her voice was so low in tone that I hardly recognized it as coming from her but I knew that it was because with every loud scream came a deliciously warm sensation from her sphincter.
I finally shot my last rope out of my cock as her hips went limp down on the mattress signaling her surrender to her orgasm. All she could do was to whimper as my weight kept my deflating cock buried up her ass. When finally her sphincter spit out the limp noodle, it smeared the combined fluids and lubricants all over between her two cheeks as she groaned a disapproving little sigh and then went silent. I rolled off and laid there beside of her panting. I had one of the best orgasms of my life and I had my little Chloe to thank for it, that and that wonderful little rose bud that she had given me as a token of her love.
I lay there on my back, trying to catch my breath, thinking about what I had just experienced and who had made it possible. My God, the love of this girl for me must be immense and all I could do was to take advantage of this love and give back nothing in return. “What are you afraid of, Chris?” I kept asking myself. “Are you afraid that she will break your heart just like her mother did? Are you afraid to give her your heart, afraid of declaring your love for her? What’s wrong with you, you know that you love her, why can’t you say so? She just gave you the last thing that she possible could, her virginity, albeit her anal virginity, but it was something of importance. It’s not like every woman has given up that last piece of themselves and to give it as a token of her love for you, well, that’s something very special indeed.
I rolled over and laid my head on her shoulder blade so I could hear her heart beating in its rhythmic beat. I wondered what she felt in this beating organ that they call a heart. Was it really love? Was it this love real and did she have it just for me? I suddenly felt this sensation come over me, them warmth that emanated from deep down inside of my chest. I had to say it; I had to express my feelings. I whispered softly into her back, “Chloe, I love you. I really do love you.”
She sighed but didn’t move. Her eyes were closed but a simple little smile crossed her face and I knew that she had heard my declaration. I had said it; I had told her that I loved her and I now knew that I really did. I had for a long time but refused to acknowledge it but now I didn’t have to worry about anything as long as my Chloe never leaves my side I will be happy.

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Teacher, Teacher chapter 11

The twins have taken complete control over Julie, Dawn and Sandy, They have trained them to be submissive slaves unable to resist any command. Now as the get ready to sell them off a wrinkle appears in their plans