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Jeanette chapter 8

Jeanette had sex with her father while he was drunk. She had tried to make it like nothing had happened and he seemed to begin to believe that too. But now she was determined to do it again.

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My new-found toy

I had lusted after her sister for SO long – but never even gave her a second glance – before today …

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The Pact Chapter 2

The Pact
Chapter 2
Jack groaned, rolling over as he pressed the snooze button, silencing the alarm that had jarred him from his sleep. Opening his eyes, it took him a few minutes to process the time on the clock, 8:00.
“Shit.” Launching out of bed he quickly put on some clean clothes, grabbed a piece of gum, pens and paper, rushing to get out the door. “I’m going to be late, on the day for finals!”
Not even bothering himself with the elevator, he launched himself at the stairs, flying down to the ground floor before ramming himself through the door to the outside. Now at an all-out run, Jack raced down the sidewalks, not even trying to dodge the other pedestrians as he made his way to the business building. Before he knew it he was standing in front of the mighty pillars guarding the front entrance to his own personal hell. Not even stopping to consider how oddly fast he arrived here, Jack rocketed down the hall, accidentally knocking an unfortunate T.A. to the ground, scattering all the tests she had been carrying. As she yelled obscenities, Jack turned into the stairwell and sprinted up the stairs one flight, before running out into the next hall. After a few more turns he dived into his classroom, just before the professor began making her way to the door to shut it.
“Cutting it a little close are we Mr. Raleigh?” Dr. Carter needled. Dr. Renee Carter was perhaps one of the most brilliant and beautiful business minds in the Western Hemisphere, often hired by large corporations to make them more efficient and keep their costs more manageable. Her curly chocolate brown locks framed a face that looked as if it was chiseled out of marble by Michelangelo, both because of how beautiful, and pale, it was and because of her frigid exterior. Though her face was not her best feature by far, this would have to go to either her large C-cup breast or her delicious ass. Looking at her it would be easy to believe the rumors that she more than slept with over half her clientele.
As Jack took his seat rather sheepishly, Dr. Carter began to pass out the test, speaking as she did so, “As most of you know, I am a well-respected individual in the business world and teach a few of the upper level courses in the business college. Most of you have found it strange than, that I would also teach this beginning class. I have kept my reasons to myself for the semester, but as it draws to an end, I will now tell you. It is because I cannot trust anyone else but myself to do this job to my satisfaction, one of the main reasons why I probably would never make it with my own business in the real world. This class not only serves to weed out those who should not be here,” at this point Dr. Carter glared at a few individuals in the room, including Jack as she continued, “but also to identify those with some real potential to ensure those students get the mentoring and experience they need. You all know who you are. My decisions are pretty much final on who will be invited to take some of the elite invitation only business elective classes offered, but they are not set in stone. Surprise me. You may now begin your final.”
Letting Dr. Carter’s words sink in, Jack felt the crushing blow of failure descending upon him, settling into his gut like a stone. He knew he would never get to take those classes, hell, he probably is about to flunk out. With a sigh resembling that of a man on death row, Jack opened his test and blinked. And blinked again. He read the first question one more time to make sure he read it right and grinned. He actually knew it! He could remember studying it with Helen, and even when they learned it in class. Suddenly it felt like all that studying paid off, as everything seemed to click into place as he began to understand the material, breezing through the test as if it was just asking him to write his name. He remembered and could apply his knowledge to every question that was thrown at him. Before long, Jack finished the test, looking up to realize that only an hour had passed, and that he was the only one done. Quickly gathering all his materials together, Jack got to his feet and shuffled forward to Dr. Carter’s desk, who was surprised to see him.
“Decided to give up early did we?” She sneered.
“Nope, actually I finished the test, answering every question. I guess all my studying paid off!” Jack replied, a little too forced in his cheerfulness. He then turned around and strutted to the door, leaving behind his astonished professor.
As he left the business building, he decided to forgo his original Starbucks plan, instead pointing his feet in the direction of his dorm, hoping to share his exciting news with his friends. Setting a brisk pace, he began relishing in his excitement over his test growing more and more eager to tell his friends. It wasn’t until he was halfway home when he realized something was wrong. It wasn’t anything around him that was amiss, it was him! Jacks mind began a furious pace, rehashing the test over and over again, pondering how he could have possibly remembered all of that material as easy as if it was his address, when for the life of him, he could not remember it yesterday?
“Watch out!” someone yelled, jarring him from his thoughts as a snowball came rushing towards him.
Realizing it was too late to react, he grimaced and began turning his head away from the snowball, when he saw it suddenly change direction. Shocked at what he had just witnessed, Jack stood there slack jawed, not believing his eyes that the laws of physics were just broken.
“Why are you just standing there freak? It didn’t even come close to hitting you,” the same voice from before said. It belonged to a tall and well-built fellow, probably an athlete of some kind.
“Weren’t you the one that yelled ‘watch out’ to me?” Jack retorted.
“Well yeah,” the guy replied, “but I threw it in that direction?” The guy suddenly seemed stumped as to why he had yelled out then.
Jack took all of this in, and he knew somehow, that this event was related to how he aced his test. Leaving the guy still struggling to piece together what happened, Jack took off again towards his dorm, this time racing to get there. As he arrived at the entrance to his dorm hall, he saw Brenda sprinting toward him.
As she reached him, they entered the hall together and began speaking at the same time.
“I aced my test and somehow moved a snow ball with my mind.”
“I saw the future!”
“What? You saw into the future! Are you sure?”
“What?!? You aced your test? How?”
“That’s what you get from what I just said, my test? Way to be supportive Brenda.”
“I’m sorry, I guess I shouldn’t have acted so shocked. You moved a snowball with your mind?”
“Yea, it flew at me from nowhere and next thing I know it goes flying off in a whole new direction. You saw the future, what was it?”
“Well,” she began “It was right after I woke up. Everyone was still sleeping and I was going to go to the library to study. On my way there it was like a flash of light and sound went off in my head, and I saw someone was about to run by and make me spill my coffee. It happened a split second later, so I just thought I had a caffeine headache and that I just guessed he was going to bump into me, which is why I was able to not spill my mug. But on my way back from my final, it happened again, only this time I saw a car crash into a stop sign and a couple get out and argue. It happened a full minute later!”
“What did Helen get us into,” Jack wondered aloud as they opened the door to his dorm.
Luke and Helen were already there, discussing what had happened to themselves. As it turns out, Helen started hearing peoples thoughts while Luke accidentally teleported himself into a girls bathroom. He really wouldn’t have minded actually, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was then stuck in a stall, unsure how to get out while several girls hung out at the sink, needing to get to his final. Eventually, they left and he was able to make to the class on time.
“This is bizarre,” Brenda muttered. “Helen, what was that spell supposed to do exactly?”
“I’m not entirely sure, it didn’t really say. It was just the first one in the book, and the only one I could understand.”
“We need to find answers,” Luke reasoned “And get a handle on these powers fast.”
“What if we try getting into the symbol again?” Helen offered up.
“I guess it couldn’t hurt” Jack answered as he made his way to the symbol circle representing fire.
As all four got into the appropriate circles they stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do.
“Now what?” Jack eventually asked.
Helen stood there, thinking the exact same question as a thought nagged at the back of her head. Finally it reached her, almost whispering in her ear, put the book in the center. Hurriedly she got the spell book out and put it in the center symbol, waiting for something to happen. And happen it did.
The book flipped itself open and emitted a black vortex of mystical energy, stirring the air in the room. Smaller loose items began to fly around the dorm as the vortex got taller and wider. Eventually the tornado died down and in its place stood a woman. She was the most gorgeous naked woman any of them had ever seen, making both Luke’s and Jack’s cocks leap to attention, and even Helen’s and Brenda’s pussies began running like faucets, quickly soaking their underwear and jeans with their pussy juices. The woman’s legs seemed to run for miles, leading up to perfectly shaped ass that would make even a woman’s mouth water. On the other side was a clean shaven pussy, full, wet and begging for attention. Her flat stomach was perfectly toned, barely showing any signs of abs. Though few would spend much time examining her stomach as the real crown jewels were the mountains she carried for tits. Large DD breasts with quarter sized areolas winked at the group, her nipples jutting up from them, just begging to be sucked. Even though they were so big, they still seemed to compliment her slender body, which showed almost no sign of fat. Her face was sultry and inviting, with dark juicy lips begging to be kissed, and eyes the color of a clear ocean. Golden locks framed her perfect face, tumbling down past her shoulders on her tanned body. The group stood together in stunned silence, drinking in the sight before them. The mysterious woman grinned, pleased at the looks they were giving her. Finally she spoke in an American accent, with just a lilt from some foreign land coloring her voice.
“Hello, my name is Mahdeybelle. You are the ones that pledged yourselves to me, no?”
Jack could only nod his head, the others seemed to just do that as well.
“Wonderful! You must have many questions, and I have many answers! But I already know most of your questions so just listen, what you have experienced today is just a taste of the powers you could possess if you fully pledge yourself to me. The individual powers you possess now would get stronger, in addition to gaining some other powers and an enhanced body and intelligence. Luck would always seem to be on your side as you grow to be successful and lucky in whatever venture you undertake, within reasons of course. All you would have to do is follow my next instructions and fully pledge yourself to me.”
“What are you?” Luke somehow managed to get out.
Mahdeybelle smiled at him. “I am a being of extreme lust, somewhat between what you might call a demon and a god. A confusing concept for you, as they are at opposite ends of the spectrum, but I must make do with your limited vocabulary, in my usage, I mean by level of power that I possess, and how much I can bend the universe to my will.”
“What would we have to do if we pledged ourselves to you?” Brenda stammered.
Mahdeybelle beamed at her as well. “Spread my purpose. Basically you would have sex constantly (you would have the libido to do it) and do certain favors I may ask of you. Even though I can bend the universe to my will, I cannot enter it outside of these symbols, so I have you mortals do it for me. You will see both sides of me while carrying out my works, sex therapy as such, though rarely as I find it boring. I much rather like spreading mischief, you mortals are just so entertaining! Don’t worry, I cannot do anything bad to you if you have pledged yourselves to me, unless you are working to harm me, undermine me or still somehow incompetent with the abilities I give you. So are you in?”
Jack gulped, his mind racing, his heart beating, unsure of what to do. In some ways this felt wrong, but if it was a way to achieve his dreams, and have sex with his girlfriend and others constantly? Shakily, he nodded his head yes, glancing at the others, urging them to do the same. After a tense moment, everyone finally shook their heads yes.
“Wonderful!” Mahdeybelle exclaimed, clapping her hands. Suddenly they were all naked like her. “Now, to finish the pact, I will masturbate as you have sex in the way I tell you too. Today I will not fuck with you, but perhaps one day I will as a reward for good work. Jack and Helen, get into a sixty-nine position. Luke, begin fucking Brenda missionary style.”
Jack and Helen launched themselves at each other, still horny from the sight of Mahdeybelle. They latched their lips together as they began furiously making out, groaning as the rubbed against each other. Helens wet pussy was grinding against Jacks leg, leaking plenty of juices telling him she was just ready to be fucked. Jacks hands began cupping her small pert breasts, his fingers pulling at her nipples, causing Helen to moan into his mouth in pleasure. Finally they detached themselves from each other as Helen began making her way down to Jack’s throbbing cock. Quickly enough her mouth was hovering just above his dick, teasing him, her hands slowly caressing his engorged member and his nuts. Just when Jack couldn’t stand it any longer, Helen lazily put her mouth onto the head of his cock.
With a mighty groan, Jack tried stuffing more of his dick into her mouth as she used her tongue to swirl around the head of his throbbing member. Finally, Helen began slowly inching his cock into her mouth, before going back up, sucking as she did.
Jack reached over and gave Helen’s ass a quick slap before tugging onto it, so he would have easy access to her dripping cunt. He began kissing the point where her left leg connected to her body, slowly licking closer to her slit, before going around it on its sides. Helen began moaning onto his cock, making Jack give a slight groan of his own. Finally, Jack slowly licked her slit, moving from just under her clit to the bottom of her pussy. After a few times of that, he took his finger and collected some of the leaking juices of her slit before applying pressure to Helen’s clit. Again Helen began moaning onto Jack’s cock, making him groan in turn. Helen then shoved her sopping cunt onto Jack’s face, rubbing it against him and furiously sucking him off. Jack began shoving his tongue up her slit as he continued to play with Helen’s clit, rubbing in a furious circular motion. Her nectar began pouring even more than it had before, as jack began to force more of his cock into Helen’s throat, having her face fuck him as he became closer to coming, Helen began moaning more loudly on his cock, driving Jack closer to the edge as she began playing with his nuts. Finally they both came at the same time, Jack letting out a roar as he felt his seed gushing into Helen’s wanting mouth, who promptly swallowed it all. They collapsed, panting and watched as Luke began furiously pumping into Brenda, both of them wailing at the top of their lungs they climaxed together. At the same time, their mysterious voyeur was also climaxing, shoving a rather large dildo in and out of her sopping pussy at a furious rate.
“That was wonderful!” Mahdeybelle exclaimed as she made the dildo vanish. “But that was still only the beginning to what you all must do to pledge yourselves to me.”

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Looking after Liz

I had just moved to a new area to live with my girlfriend. We’ve been dating several years now, so I have become a part of the entire family. All of my girlfriend’s nieces and nephews had even started calling me “uncle.”
One weekend my soon-to-be-brother and sister-in-law were leaving for the weekend to visit some friends out of town. They were taking their two boys with them, but their daughter had to stay home to help out with a school fundraiser. They didn’t want to leave her home alone for the weekend, and my girlfriend had to go away for a work conference, so they asked if I would stay at the house and watch Liz for them. We got along well, and I wanted to help them out, so of course I agreed.
They left bright and early Saturday morning and I made my way over to the house around noon. I walked in through the unlocked garage, as we always do, and entered the house. I yelled, “Hello, Liz, I’m here” but got no answer. I then noticed music blaring from her bedroom and realized that she had not heard me, so I decided to go announce my presence.
I walked down the hall, knocked on her door and opened it to say hi. As I opened the door, I saw Liz standing in her room wearing only her bra and panties. I stood there shell-shocked. Liz was 15-years-old, about 5’8” with light brown hair and brown eyes. While she wasn’t the skinniest girl in the world, she was nowhere near heavy, either. She had a nice athletic build that I loved with just a little bit of baby fat that reminded you she was still maturing. And as she began turning into a young woman, she was beginning to develop the same large breasts as her mother.
I stood there for a good 30 seconds, unable to move. I just looked her up-and-down in her matching pink underwear set. Finally, Liz opened her mouth and broke my trance saying, “Um, hi, Patrick. I see you are here now. Can I finish getting dressed so I can get to my fundraiser?”
“What? Um, oh yeah,” I stuttered in response. “Go right ahead. Sorry.” I looked her dead in the eye for the first time. Was I mistaken? Did I notice a little smile on her face? And did I see erect nipples through her bra? Was she enjoying this? I turned around, shut her door and left the room. I went into the living room and turned on the TV waiting on her to get ready.
Finally, she emerged from her room in a t-shirt and shorts and said she was ready to go like I hadn’t just walked in on her half-naked. I got up and drove her to her fundraiser, a car wash, and dropped her off.
“Ok, we’ll be done around 5. You should come back a little before that to get your car washed.”
I agreed and drove off to kill some time. As I went back to their house to grab some lunch and watch some TV, I couldn’t get the picture of Liz out of my head. I have seen her a thousand times, but this time had definitely turned me on as I thought of her standing there. I closed my eyes and my mind drifted to wondering what she would look like with those last two pieces of clothing removed … What was I doing? This girl was about to be my niece, how could I think of her that way? But she wasn’t related to me, so what’s the problem? Oh yeah, that she’s only 15 and I’m almost twice her age! But seeing her body had definitely turned me on and I couldn’t get her out of my mind!
Finally, it was time for me to go pick Liz back up. I was both excited to see her again and nervous for what I may think and the way she might react after she had thought more about what had happened earlier. I arrived to the car wash about 15 minutes before it ended to get my car washed. I heard Liz announce to the other girls that this was her soon-to-be-uncle and to make sure to do a good job. The girls all circled the car and began washing various sections of my car. They were all attractive girls and a few of the older ones were even wearing bikini tops. I was surely being tortured! Just then I saw Liz’s face in my windshield smiling at me. She began washing the window and as she reached out to get the middle, she rested her t-shirt against the car. Her shirt was wet now, and sticking to her breasts underneath it. I could make out the outline of the bra I had just seen a few hours ago through the fabric. She finished washing and again smiled at me. Was she enjoying teasing me?
The girls finished the wash and dried my car. I ended up being the last car of the day so, after a brief team meeting, Liz got into my car to head home. After a minute or so she started a conversation.
“Do you think my teammates are pretty, Uncle Patrick?”
Oh, was this a bad and dangerous conversation to have! “Well, yes, I guess they were pretty, though I really didn’t pay much attention,” I said, lying about the last part.
“I wish I were as pretty as some of those girls,” she continued.
I could tell she was a little dejected, so I thought I would help pick her spirits up. “You are a very pretty girl, Liz, and just as attractive as any one of those girls.”
“Do you really mean that?” she asked, with a hint of enthusiasm in her voice.
“Absolutely!” I countered. I find you very attractive!” Oh crap, I probably said too much. I glanced at her to gauge her reaction; she was smiling. We drove home the rest of the way in silence.
We got home and I practically ran to the kitchen to get a beer to calm my nerves. I heard Liz announce that she was going to get a shower. As I left the kitchen to return to the living room, Liz was walking to the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel wrapped just above her breasts. Again, she flashed a smile at me.
As she turned to enter the bathroom, I saw that the way the towel was positioned on her body, it didn’t fully cover her butt; the bottom of her cheeks were hanging out exposed! I felt my dick begin to harden at the sight. What was this girl trying to do to me?!
I choked on the gulp of beer I had just taken. Shaking my head in disbelief, I returned to the chair in the living room. As I turned on the TV, I noticed that the sound of the water in the shower sounded louder than normal, not at all muffled. I leaned back in the chair and looked down the hall. She had left the bathroom door open all the way. I couldn’t help myself anymore. I got up from my seat and walked down the hall. I stopped in front of the bathroom and looked in. The shower doors were frosted glass and I could see Liz’s silhouette.
Her head was leaned back pushing the excess water from her long hair as she wet the rest of her body. She reached for her body wash and began to soap herself. As her hands washed her breasts, my hand moved to my crotch and I began to rub myself through my shorts to the image in front of me. She continued massaging her small, but growing breasts, obviously enjoying the feeling. She then moved her hands down her stomach and continued to her legs, bending over to slowly wash every inch of her thighs and calves. I have always been a leg man, so I especially enjoyed this part. As she rose back up, she traced her legs and then began to wash her butt. Again, she took her time rubbing her globes before finally moving her hands to wash her vagina. I watched as she lifted one leg onto the edge of the tub and rubbed between her legs. Oh my God! I was watching this 15-year-old masturbate!
Her fingers began a steady rhythm on her clit as she moved her left hand to her breasts again and fondled herself. I could see her hands manipulating her breasts. She caressed them and then rubbed circles around her nipples before pinching them. T was harder to tell exactly how she was playing with her pussy, but it seemed like she rubbed her clit for awhile and then would plunge a finger into her depths.
After a few minutes, she reached for the detachable shower head, removed it, turned it to the steady, single stream setting, and aimed it right at her clit. I heard her begin to moan. Hearing her “oohs” and “aahs” set me over the edge. I hadn’t noticed how worked up I had gotten until I felt myself cum in my shorts! As I finished my orgasm, I heard Liz begin hers. I snapped back to reality and went to her parent’s room where I would be sleeping that night and changed my clothes. I hurried back to the living room and just as I sat back down I heard the water turn off and the shower door open.
“Perfect timing,” I whispered to myself as I took another long drink of my beer.
Liz came out to the living room and was still enjoying teasing me, it seemed. She was wearing a tight-fitting, white tank top, and I could see the blue bra she was wearing underneath it. She also had on very tight black cotton shorts that hugged every inch of skin they touched. But that happened to be very little skin as they just barely covered her butt; these shorts were obviously a year or two old and now too small for her.
She walked over to the DVD player and, bending at the waist only so that her legs were straight and her ass was sticking up in the air, put a movie in the player. She wiggled her hips slightly before standing up.
“I thought we could watch a movie together,” she stated as she left the room and went into the kitchen.
She returned with a glass of pop for herself and another beer for me. She handed me my drink and then did something I wasn’t expecting – she joined me in the oversized chair I was sitting in! I knew I should have told her to move, but I just couldn’t. She was half in the chair and half in my lap. She draped one leg in between mine. The only way to get comfortable in the position was for me to put my left arm around her and she leaned into me. We were pretty much cuddling at this point.
The movie began and she had chosen an old horror movie. Every so often she would shift in the chair to get comfortable. Each time she changed positions her leg would brush against my cock, which would cause it to stir a bit. I was so nervous that I was going to get hard! We continued watching the movie and eventually we got to the obligatory scene where the young boyfriend and girlfriend were making out in their bed, foreshadowing that they were going to have sex. As everyone knows, virgins stay alive in horror movies, young teens that have sex don’t. These two would be goners!
I looked at Liz and she was watching the scene very intently. She even licked her lips a bit. I took the opportunity to look her up and down again. Her legs were extended and spread on either side of my left leg. My head was slightly above her body and I could just barely see down her shirt and looked at the top of her developing cleavage. I definitely desired this girl. What was I thinking? I moved my right hand onto her right thigh and pulled her closer to me with my left hand. She responded by leaning into me and laying her head on my chest. Her outer right thigh was now lying directly on my crotch and my hand was now resting on her inner thigh. Every-so-often I would slightly stroke her thigh. She never flinched or stopped me.
The movie ended and Liz flipped in the chair lying across it so that her back was against one arm rest and her legs were dangling over the other. Her butt was resting firmly on my cock, and she seemed to know it as she moved on top of it several times. It felt so good. I could tell something was on her mind so I asked her what it was.
“Well, did you mean what you said in the car? About finding me attractive?” she asked.
“Of course I did. Why would I lie about that? You are developing into a very attractive young lady.”
“Well then why don’t the boys in my class seem to think that? They won’t even kiss me,” she responded.
“Because they are fools,” came my instinctual retort.
“Well, would you kiss me then?” she asked, with a sultry, yet innocent look in her eye. “I just want to know what its like. All of my friends have had their first kiss. I want mine, too.”
“I really shouldn’t do that, Liz.”
“Please? I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”
Her eyes were pleading with me. She moved so that she was sitting more upright. I just sat there, again frozen. I knew I shouldn’t kiss this girl, but I wanted to badly. Liz took the initiative and began to slowly move towards me. “I should move. I should stop this” kept running through my mind, but I just sat there, waiting for her. Her eyes closed. Our lips met. I sat there at first, not responding, but then my lips parted and I kissed her back.
We sat there like that for several minutes and continued to kiss softly. My desire for this girl was increasing and my self control had all but disappeared. I reached over with my right hand and cupped her butt cheek. I lifted her slightly and she took my lead and threw her left leg over my lap so that she was straddling me.
We were full-on making out now. I reached down and grabbed her butt in my hands. I squeezed her cheeks and then caressed them all over. She had quite a butt and I was enjoying fondling it. I let my hands slide down to her creamy thighs and stroked them all the way down to her calves and back up, again grabbing at her ass. She was quite a natural kisser and followed my lead very well. I opened my mouth and extended my tongue. She was caught off guard and wasn’t sure what to do at first, but she opened her mouth to let my invading tongue in. Our tongues intertwined and she caught on quickly.
Finally we broke off the kiss and came up for air. “How did I do?” she asked sincerely.
“Very nice! You’re a quick learner, Liz. Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
“Never! I swear!” came her retort. She shifted gears quickly, asking, “Did you like seeing me in my underwear earlier?”
“Yes,” I admitted.
“What about in the shower? Did you like watching me masturbate?”
Crap! I didn’t think she knew I had watched her. “Yes,” I again admitted.
“Why did you leave so quickly?” she asked me.
“Because I was so excited watching you that I came in my shorts.”
She smiled in delight that she had caused such an effect. Seeing her braces was a gentle reminder of just how young this girl was.
“Do you want to see me naked?” she asked, pretty confident that she knew the answer.
I had lost all self-control. There was nothing that could happen now that I could say no to.
“Yes, I really want to see you naked,” I responded.
She reached for the bottom of her shirt and nervously pulled it over her head. For the second time of the day I was staring at Liz in her bra. She just looked at me, nervous that I wouldn’t like what I was seeing. To ease her fears, I reached around her and unfastened the clasp on her bra. She pulled it from her body and dropped it to the floor. Her perky little breasts were right in front of my face.
I reached for them and began to fondle her breasts. A gasp escaped her lips as for the first time in her young life, someone else was playing with her tits. She leaned in to kiss me again while I felt her up, this time being more aggressive. We kissed for awhile, but I needed to suck these breasts I was touching so I broke off the kiss again.
I moved my mouth slightly south and, looking up into her eyes as she looked down to watch what I was doing, I took her right breast into my mouth while leaving my right hand on her left breast. Her eyes closed, her head tilted back, and “Uuuuhhhhh” escaped her lips. I spent my time moving between each breast, alternating between light and powerful sucks. I made light circles around her areolas. I flicked her hardened nipples quickly with the tip of my tongue and finally bit down on her nipples, gently at first, but gradually increased the power. Each new sensation on her breasts brought a new sound of pleasure from the girl and she was now grinding her pelvis into my hard crotch.
I removed her breast from my mouth. “Stand up, I want to see the rest of you,” I told her. She practically jumped up and removed her shorts and then her panties. She had a light mound of hair on her pussy; not yet at the point in her life where she thought to shave, nor needed to. I had her turn around so I could see the butt that had been torturing me all day. Then I stood up and told her to sit back in the chair.
She sat in the chair and I moved her butt to the edge and told her to lay back. I picked up her legs, spread them, and placed them hanging over each arm of the chair as if they were stirrups. Starting at her right ankle, I ran my tongue across the length of her leg, stopping just before her bush. I then started at her left ankle and repeated the process. I then looked up at her face and saw her wanting eyes looking down at me. I moved in and took the first lick of her pussy as I stared into her eyes. They closed immediately and her mouth dropped open. “Oh, yes, that feels so good!” And it tasted so good too!
I began lapping hungrily at her pussy. It had been quite some time since I had gone down on anyone with hair on their pussy and I was finding that I enjoyed it. Her body was gushing fluid and I was licking it as fast as I could. Her sweet nectar tasted wonderful and I couldn’t get enough. I reached up and fondled her breasts while my tongue explored the lips of her pussy. “Oh, uuhhh, huuhhh, oooooohhhh, uh, uh, uh” kept pouring out of Liz’s mouth as fast as liquid poured from her vagina. I reached down and grabbed her ass and slightly spread her cheeks. I let my tongue drop a little lower and placed the middle of my tongue squarely on her asshole and pulled it all the way across her clit. I repeated this three times before placing my tongue right onto her brown hole and licked that exclusively. I always loved eating a girl’s ass, but too many girls thought it was “dirty” and wouldn’t let you do it to them. I was determined to make sure that Liz had no such hang ups and would do anything as long as it felt good.
“Do you like that?” I asked her. “Uh huh” was her only response so I went back to it and rimmed her for a few more minutes. I licked the hole more and it began to open up for me, but I wanted to bring her off so I moved back to her pussy and went to town on her clit. I put my left hand back on her right breast and teased and pinched her nipple. I then inserted my right middle finger into her soaked pussy and fingered her at the same pace that I licked her.
“Oh, oh, oh my, huh, uh, uh, ah, uh, yes, yes, yes, uuuuuhhhhhhh, I’m cuuuummmmiiinnnnggggg, uuuuuhhhhhhh!” I had never heard a sexier orgasm in my life and had never tasted a better pussy as she soaked my goatee.
I looked at her as she recovered from her orgasm. She finally opened her eyes and smiled at me again.
“Liz, have you ever seen a penis?” I asked her. She kept smiling and shook her head “no”. “Do you want to see mine?” This time her head nodded “yes”.
I helped her up from the chair and told her to lead me to her bedroom. I was now overcome by lust and had fully accepted the situation and how taboo it was. I was going to take this girl’s virginity and I wanted to do it on her childhood bed. She led me down the hall and I watched her ass sway the whole way there.
We entered the room and it definitely reminded me of her age and turned me on even more. Painted pink and decorated with posters of her favorite bands and teddy bears, I was overcome with desire. I told to sit on the edge of her bed. I stood in front of her and lifted off my shirt. I then pulled my shorts down bending over in front of her. As I stood up and stepped out of my shorts, Liz’s eyes opened wide. My hard cock, the first one she had ever seen, was right in front of her face.
“Touch it, Liz.” She tentatively reached her hand out and put her finger tips on the head of my cock. She then ran her small fingers under the shaft and finally gripped it. She gave me a few gentle tugs and then looked me in the eyes and asked, “Do you, um, want me … to … um … put it … in … my mouth?”
I nearly blasted my load in her face the second she finished the question, but luckily held out. Oh, yes, I wanted this girl to suck my dick! But not right now. It would take time to properly train her to give a blowjob and I wanted something else more.
“Not right now. Soon, definitely, but I want to do something else right now. Why don’t you lie down and spread your legs?”
She did as I asked and I climbed into her twin sized bed with her. I positioned myself in between her legs and supported my weight on my hands and knees. I leaned down and kissed her again. When we stopped the kiss, she looked at me with a devilish grin and asked, “Patrick, how old am I?”
“Um, 15,” I answered. Was she having doubts?
“And what do you want to do to this 15-year-old girl that is soon to be your niece?
“I want to fuck this sexy 15-year-old girl that is soon to be my niece,” I said.
“OK, I just wanted to hear you say it out loud and make sure you knew what you were about to do.” She smiled again. Evidently I wasn’t the only one getting excited by how taboo this act was!
“Liz,” I asked, “do you want me to fuck you?”
“Please fuck me, Uncle Patrick!”
I lined my prick up with her pussy and rubbed my head in her lips to lubricate it a little. “This might hurt a little, Liz. Let me know if you want me to stop or slow down.” She just shook her head “ok” and stared down at my penis that was about to penetrate her for the first time. I looked at her face and wanted to see the expression she made as I entered her.
I pushed forward and felt the head of my cock enter her. Her face contorted. “Ungh.” I asked if she was ok and if I should continue. “Uh huh.” I pulled back slightly and pushed forward again. Half my cock was in her. ”Uh.” I pulled back out and again moved my hips forward, thus time burying my cock deep inside of her teenage pussy. My pelvis was pressed against hers. “Oh, yes.”
I began pumping into her. I was taking my time, letting her get used to the size of the member inside of her. I leaned and put my weight on my right forearm as I continued thrusting into her. I leaned and kissed her briefly and then began to kiss and suck on her neck and collarbone while I fondled her right breast with my left hand. I pinched her nipple and she moaned her approval. She obviously enjoyed a little pain in her nipples so I twisted it slightly. She moaned again. I loved it!
I kept humping her and her soaking pussy kept me sliding easily. In and out. In and out.
“Fuck me, Uncle Patrick. It feels so good. Fuck me more!” she was screaming. I was loving it. She was tight and wet and too young and I loved every second of it.
“Fuck, your 15-year-old pussy feels so good on my cock, Liz. Oh, yes, I love fucking your teenage pussy!” I got even harder every time one of us said how old she was or that we would soon be related.
I reached over and grabbed her right leg and put it over my shoulder. I started pounding into her harder and faster. The sound of my pelvis and balls slapping into her echoed throughout the room; probably the entire house.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,” came the sound of her getting fucked. “Fuck me, Uncle Patrick. Fuck me! Fuck my teenage pussy!” This normally shy and reserved girl was definitely coming out of her shell in the bedroom.
I grabbed her ass and squeezed hard as I fucked her. She was moving her hands all over my arms, back, butt and legs, fully exploring a man’s body for the first time. I kept pistoning in and out of her. I slid my middle finger into the crack of her ass and began rubbing circles around her hole. “Ooohhhh” was her response.
“Want to do something that will make Uncle Patrick feel really good, Liz?” I asked.
“Uh huh” was all the response she could manage.
“Then rub me like I am rubbing you right now.”
I felt her hand move down my ass and a finger slid into my crack and found my hole. She began rubbing circles around my puckered hole. I was in heaven fucking this girl.
I kept fucking her. As I did, I used her pussy juices that were dripping into her ass crack as a lube and poked my finger into her ass a little bit. She followed suit using sweat as lube for me. I felt her finger insert into me down to her first knuckle. We both kept filling each other’s holes. I was slamming into her even harder. I was approaching my orgasm quickly.
“Fuck, yes, Liz, I’m going to cum. Fuck yes. Oh yes.”
“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, fuck me, uh uh, uuuuhhhhh.” Liz had her second orgasm of the session, third of the day. I knew I should pull out, hell, I should have been wearing a condom the whole time, but I just had to cum inside this tight, young pussy. I couldn’t get myself to pull out of her. I pushed my finger as deep into Liz’s ass as I could. Not being able to reach any farther to penetrate my ass any deeper, I felt Liz poking me with a second finger that broke through. The extra penetration coupled with her pussy clamping down on my cock as her orgasm subsided was too much for me.
“Are you ready to feel your first load of cum shoot into your pussy?” I asked her.
“Fill up my 15-year-old pussy, Uncle Patrick!” she yelled back.
She really knew how to get to me! I gave a couple of last thrusts and then pushed myself deep inside of her and exploded. My first shot might have been the biggest one I have ever had. I shot 5 ropes of cum inside the teenager before just leaving it inside of her to finish dripping empty. I collapsed on top of her and gave her a deep kiss before finally withdrawing my flaccid penis and lying next to her.
“What did you think of losing your virginity?” I asked.
“When can we do it again?” she countered.
“In the morning. It’s late now, let’s get some sleep.”
I looked down and saw my semen slowly leaking out of her used teen pussy and fell asleep.

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AFTERNOON SURPRISE

This is one of several stories with ‘Surprise’ in the title; their common theme is lesbians caught in an unexpected situation. To find the others, and the rest of my 100% all-girl lesbian stories, follow the author link above. This is quite a long story – some of my others are much shorter (try the ‘Scene in a …’ series). It is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.

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The Hunters become the hunted

First chapter in a new and shorter series if people wish to find out more about the characters. I am also working on the book I had previously mentioned so there will be some delay between post. This story is being posted both in the Forum and the Story Site
John walked into the night club, observing the press of bodies together. The music pounded out its dance beat, bare skin was beaded with sweat as the bodies pressed together on the dance floor. The heat was oppressive and yet energizing as the dancing, swaging, writhing bodies overrode the air conditioning. The sheep were advertising to the wolves, for John knew that within club were vampires looking for their next meals.
John had been hunting vampires since he was thirteen when his parents started to train them to take over for them when he was old enough. Mortals who hunter the monsters were rare and had very short life expectancies, at twenty-three John was almost to the end of his. The monsters have all the advantages as they were faster, stronger and much harder to kill. He’s been on his own since he turned sixteen, his parents killed on a hunt. John had gotten his revenge against the vampire that did it, but that wasn’t enough and he continued to hunt forgoing any chance at a normal life. He had no plans of settling down or training a new hunter to replace him as he wanted nothing to do with ruining some poor kid’s life. People were better off not believing in the monsters. Ignorance is bliss as they say.
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Erica spotted John as soon as he walked into the dance club. He stood head and shoulders above the crowd placing his height around six foot three or six foot six. He had a lean, athletic build like a swimmer with dark raven’s wing black hair and piercing sapphire blue eyes. He was dressed nicely in black linen slacks a black silk shirt; the belt and shoes were black leather with silver buckle and accents. He wore a full length black leather duster that was accented in silver as well. If his height and the clothing hadn’t made him stand out the look in his eyes would have.
Erica watched as he scanned the room, a predator staring out of those dark eyes. When his gaze locked with her eyes a jolt passed through her entire body causing her heart to beat and a flush to creep across her skin. What the hell was that she thought, my heart doesn’t beat on its own? What is it about him that forced that reaction? She watched him as he traveled through the room.
*******
As he swept the room quickly he locked eyes with the only woman he had ever thought of as beautiful and realized that he was hard just from looking into her eyes. She wasn’t tall; he’d guess around 4’11 to 5’3 depending on her shoes that he couldn’t see. She wore a body hugging dress in classic black, strapless and barely extending down to her mid-thigh. Her skin was pale and practically glowed under the lights of the dance floor; her hair was a pale golden brown and her eyes were like melted dark chocolate. He wanted nothing more than to cross the dance floor and speak with her. He stopped himself immediately; he’d promised that he would not ruin anyone’s life by involving himself with them. Tearing his gaze away, John proceeded to stalk though the room as he searched for the wolves among the sheep. His mind kept turning back to the stunning young woman he spotted, the unearthly beauty she displayed was a common trait among the monsters, a way of drawing the prey to them.
*******
Erica followed him around the room with her eyes even as she continued to dance, intent on picking up some “take out” for the night. She needed to feed and to de so privately. She didn’t kill those she fed from, but it still couldn’t be properly done in such a public setting. She wanted to walk up to the handsome predator but was wary of the intense reaction she had to just looking into his eyes.
*******
As John continued around the room, moving closer to the angel he’d spotted on entry, he paid attention to all of those around him. He had learned well how to spot the monsters among the crowd. Most of the monsters could hide their natures but not what would show through their eyes. He had covered most of the room when he got close to the petite woman who captivated his mind so easily and hadn’t spotted any vampires within the club.
*******
Erica walked over toward this handsome stranger as he got close, whatever it he was different than most men. She could hear his heart beating strong and steady and his even breathing. He smelled of soap and leather with a hint of something else she wasn’t able to identify. His movements were smooth and confident. As she crossed the short distance between them he turned to face her and once again their eyes met. She felt like a deer staring into an oncoming truck’s headlights with all she saw in his eyes. He eyes showed the weight of his past in them, while she had no idea what had happened his past had been difficult.
*******
John was just turning to head for the doors and move on when he locked eyes with her again. The deep brown in them had golden highlights that he could see now that they were close. She continued to approach him and while she was petite he felt as though a freight train was barreling down the tracks towards him. She had the grace of a professional dancer, ballet not exotic, as she took the last few steps towards him. She grabbed his hand in hers and started to drag him towards the dance floor, “Hi, I’m Erica. And you are?”
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John let her pull him towards the dance floor as he looked her over from head to toe from behind. Erica as she said her name was looked just as beautiful from any angle. Once she had him on the dance floor she turned back to face him and began dancing, giving him an expectant look. That’s when he realized two important things; he immediately remembered to start dancing with her and when the opportunity presented itself, her leaned in towards her ear and said, “Sorry, I’m John and it’s a pleasure to meet you Erica.” The feel of her body pressed to his as they danced was exquisite. The heat radiating from her was overwhelming his resistance and determination to not allow anyone to get close to him.
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Erica pressed her body close to his, feeling the lean muscle and body heat emanating from him making her want to press even closer. Her desire for him built even higher and the smell of his blood under his skin assaulted her senses. She held that desire in check as the emotions she felt from him were just as intoxicating. Erica wasn’t a typical vampire and was far from being a monster; while she needed blood to survive as vampire she also gained sustenance from strong emotions. She never killed anyone that she had fed from. As they continued to dance the music changed and she stepped close, pressing petite form into his long, lean, and muscular frame. They continued to dance together as the song played. As the song was about halfway through she looked up into his eyes, stood on her toes and kissed him. Her lips met his and a brushing contact then she increased the pressure.
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John was mesmerized by her, the feeling of her body pressed tight to his and the grace with which she moved. He locked his gaze into hers as she looked up and in the next moments she kissed him. Her lips felt like silk on his, as the pressure increased her tongue slipped against his lips. Opening his lips to let it in they explored each other’s mouths as the kiss deepened. John pulled Erica even tighter into his body as his hands slid down to her ass and he lifted her. He had never felt so emotionally charged before as began kissing her again. They both parted their lips and began exploring the other’s mouth earnestly, and in that moment his world came crashing down around him.
*******
Erica was excited and her control was slipping. She wanted nothing more than to take this young man home with her. She usually would take her meals back to their place and disappear before morning. She had a rule that about not taking anyone home with her as it protected her secrets. After he lifted her, pressing her body even more tightly against his; they started another more urgent kiss. Suddenly she felt his body tense. The next thing she felt was gravity as she was falling to the floor. She looked up and he was already gone.
*******
John dropped her and ran as far as he could and as fast as he could. He was out the door moments later, crushed by the knowledge he just gained. While they were kissing he felt fangs within her mouth. She was one of the monsters and he now had to hunt her down despite the fact that all he wanted to do was to go back in there and kiss her more. He wanted to take her home, to being her into his life even though he vowed never to allow that to happen. He had never believed in love at first sight but he knew what he felt. Even with that knowledge he made the decision to hunt her and kill her. He’d had to do it with his parents after the monster turned them so he could do it again.
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Erica was shocked by his sudden departure. As she got up and started to move towards the bar she went to run her tongue along her lips, hoping for a hint of his taste on them. As her tongue moved from her lower lip to trace along the top she felt her fang press into it and she tensed. The smell she couldn’t identify from him when she first approached clicked into memory, oiled metal. It was the smell of guns and knives, the smell of a cop but more so to her kind, the scent long associated with Hunters. Her heart collapsed in on her and stopped beating, her skin grew cold and she felt raw; she had fallen for a Hunter. Erica knew she was in danger, needing to get out of there and not return with a hunter knowing who and what she was.
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John’s thoughts were in turmoil as he sped away from the night club. I should have kept my cool, not reacted. I could have let her take me out of there where it would be easier for me to kill her. That last though bothered him in ways it shouldn’t have. He didn’t want to kill her; he really didn’t want her dead. What he wanted with her he was unable to admit. His thoughts continued to run away on their own, I doesn’t matter what I want. What matters is what I must do; she is one of the monsters and it is my job to stop her. It wasn’t lost on him that he couldn’t even contemplate killing her in his own thoughts. He didn’t understand how such strong feelings could come upon him that suddenly and wanted to blame it upon the powers that vampire have. The issue was that he had been immune to the mind control abilities of vampires all of his life. That one gift is what made him a more effective hunter as it allowed him to act as bait and kill them up close. He continued to drive with the gas pedal on the floor; needing to get out of the city, away from Erica and away from thoughts of her. No matter how fast he drove he couldn’t outrun the memories of their dancing and the kiss.
*******
Erica rushed from the club, taking a back way through the kitchen as not to run into the hunter outside. She knew hunters were a danger and had been trained on how to defend herself from them. She knew that if it came to fight the odds were even on whom would walk away for it and Erica didn’t want either of them to die. Knowing he was a hunter and likely to want her dead wasn’t enough to make her hate him or wish for his. She had decided not to tell any others of him as well for they would go after John with the intent of his death. Having the unique ability to feed from strong emotions, Erica knew what they were both feeling. She didn’t feed because it would have violated the purity of what was passing between them.
She knew what she was thinking was dangerous, not only to her personally but to all of her kind. By withholding the knowledge of a hunter operating in the area she could be condemning others to death at his hands, but that was better to her than allowing John’s life to be ended. Erica watched over her shoulder all the way back to her home, wary of every shadow and blind turn as she went. She didn’t like the feeling of being prey as she was an apex predator by the very nature of being a vampire.
Once she safely arrived at home Erica began to look more closely at her feelings. The more she thought about them it unsettled her. She was beginning to hate her gift with emotions because she was able to know what they were instantly and couldn’t lie to herself. Erica wanted to say that what she was feeling was simply lust and attraction but the truth of her emotions and his assaulted her. This situation was even worse that Romeo and Juliet as they weren’t nearly as likely to kill each other. The thought forced its way deep into her mind and practically shouted at her; I’m in love with a Hunter. Her head and heart both fell as she realized the truly desperate nature of her feelings. She had no choice but to try and find him as life would be unbearable with him gone.
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John was outside of the city within twenty minutes and heading for his family’s cabin in the mountains. That cabin is where he was told about the monsters and trained to hunt them. He focused on the drive and when it no longer held enough of his attention he turned the radio on and listened to the music. He did everything he could to distract his mind from thoughts about Erica. No, don’t think of her as Erica. She is an it, a monster like the rest. She must be ki…stopped. Why?!?! Where did that thought come from? All monsters had to be stopped. Why? What made her a worse monster than the humans who hunt and kill for sport and not survival? She was a vampire; she eats humans to continue her existence. So, do prey animal hate the predator or just fear them? What do you know about the so called monsters other than the fact they exist? Have you ever taken the time to understand them or were you just determined to end them? They are a threat to all humanity and have to be destroyed!! Were your parents a threat? Did they attack you after they were turned? They had years of hunter experience and trained you; how did you manage to kill them with those skills and the advantages of the vampire? Did they really try to stop you? Did you listen to anything they said or just attack and keep attacking once you saw what had happened to them? All of these thoughts were jumbled in his mind, pressing him to think, forcing him to argue in his own mind. John continued to drive on a form of auto-pilot. When the sun rose over the mountains as he headed for them he stopped at the first truck stop for a shower and food. He had more to think about than ever before, and now he was prey as much as predator because she must have figured out why he ran out.

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Fantasy

Innocent Craving

I wrote this for my own entertainment and it’s my first story here. This story contains gay sex and very incest content, if you didn’t read the tags. If you read this story, thank you! I really appreciate it if you like my story. I’m a little inexperience in writing so feedbacks are welcome.

Fantasy

His First time with a Black Girl

Johnson was over at Chris’s house Chilin drinking some beer. He had invited her over just to have fun, but she didn’t know the fun he was really talking about. He wanted to fuck her brains out of her head. Johnson was a very sexy black girl that drove him crazy at work by flirting with him. He decided after seeing a couple photos of her on her profile that he would take a chance.
Johnson never told anybody but she liked Chris as well. She tried to show him by flirting with him at work but he never made a move until he asked her over that night and she was going make her move. She had on just a very tight pink shirt that was 3 sizes too small. Her tits were begging to get out and Chris noticed this when she walked in. He could clearly see her nipples through her shirt. She also had on a mini jean skirt. It was very sexy and she caught him staring at her all night. The way Johnson was sitting Chris had a clear view inside her skirt and he could see she had no underwear on. When he looked all he saw was her cleaned shaved pussy! He could not take his eyes off her and he was so distracted that he didn’t notice the big bugle in his pants until it was too late.
Johnson was sitting across from Chris so that she could seduce him by showing him her pussy. She had just shaved it before coming over. When she saw Chris looking at her pussy, she felt it getting wet! Having him there staring at her pussy was turning her on! She asked him if there was anything he saw that he like? Before he could answer Johnson Opened her legs up and pulled her skirt up even with her hips exposing her soaking wet pussy to him. He had already gotten up and moved in front of her.
Chris kneeled down in front of Johnson which put her nice black pussy right in front of him. She told him that no matter what he was not to cum inside her that she wasn’t on the pill! He said he would not cum inside her. He took his hand and slowly started rubbing the outside of her already soaked pussy. “ohhhhh yes that feels good chris keep going baby I want you ohh” Chris then push two fingers deep inside her pussy parting the entrance with ease. He slowly started moving in and out of her pussy bringing Johnson closer to a massive orgasm. “ ohhhhhh mmmmmm my god that feels so good Chris, ohhh fuck “ Johnson breathing became rough and she was squirming around from the pleasure, she was going to cum very soon and it was going to be like nothing else she ever felt. In and out his fingers went binging Johnson to the biggest orgasm ever! “ oooohhhhh awwww yeah yeah right there Chris keep going baby right there oh yeah you’re going to make me cum Chris ohhhh yeah awwwwww god Im cumming baby ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shit”!! Johnson could not hold back any more she involuntarily thrusted her hips in the air and stream after stream of hot clear cum erupted from her pussy. Johnson had never squirted before, she was all over the floor trying to get herself down from the biggest orgasm she ever had. She was still shaking from it when Chris lowered his tongue down on her soaked pussy to lick the cum off of her pussy and to give her another wild orgasm! He started licking and then went to sucking and before she knew it Johnson was squirting again and it was 10 times more intense this time! Stream after stream after stream of hot clear cum squirted out of her pussy and in his face! Johnson had never felt so much pleasure. She was use to sex and being fucked but no one had ever made her squirt!
Johnson regained her composure and pushed Chris back on the floor, were she proceeded to rub his rock hard cock thru his jeans while trying to get to his monster cock. When she finally got to his cock she was stunned at how big it was. She spit on it and slowly started stroking it! Johnson started slow using more spit to lubricate it and as it became easier the faster she stroked it bring an intense pleasure to Chris, oooohhhhh god Johnson that’s it baby stroke that cock make me cum ohhhhhh yeah! Johnson could tell he was about to explode, she started begging for it “you like that baby cum for me Chris give me your cum give it to me” Johnson hand was stoking it wildly up and down and Chris could not hold back anymore! Ohhhhhhhhh yeah im cummming Johnson oh ye- and with that hot white sperm shot out of his cock stream after stream erupt, the first three giant cumshots landed all over Johnson hand and wrist while the rest land on the floor, the thing was that Johnson did not even give him a break to recover she went straight to sucking his cock, it took a little work to get his whole cock in her mouth but she didn’t stop until his balls were slaping her chin. She didn’t waste no time she wanted his cum in her mouth and she was determined to get it by the way she was sucking his cock! She was going so fast that it was becoming a slobbery mess. Chris was going crazy it felt so good having his cock in Johnson mouth, fucking it! “ohhhhhhh god Johnson suck my cock baby ohh yeah fuck baby ohhhhh yes Johnson your gonna make me cum again baby oh shit right there right there Johnson ohhh im cumin Johnson!” , and for the second time in 10 minutes Chris’s cock was shooting his hot white sperm and he kept cum stream after stream of hot cum shot in her throat. Johnson loved the taste of his cum she swallowed ever drop
Chris laid Johnson oh her back and got on top of her he gave her a kiss and then he pushed his still rock hard cock thru her pussy lips. Johnson was so wet that Chris’s cock slid right in she moaned as he started fucking her hot pink pussy! She loved having his cock fucking her! Ohhhhhhhh Chris fuck my black pussy you know you like it fuck me oh yeah faster Chris faster oh right there baby right there omg your gonna make me cum baby oh go Chris! Chris took his cock out of her pussy and her hips thrusted and the cum started going everywhere she was screaming for him to put his cock back in her and as soon as he did she came again! Chris was very turned on by this and when she came on his cock the second time it was too much! Ohhhh Johnson your pussy feels so good baby ohhh yeah oh shit your pussy ohh god imma cum oh shit and with that before he could pull out his cock erupted once again shot after shot deep inside her pussy! They both laid there for a minute, Johnson had told him not to cum inside her before they started and he had just done that! Johnson looked at her pussy and the cum that was flowing out now she was prolly gonna have another child she got up trying to get the cum out of her pussy! She had gotten some of it out when managed to get his rock hard cock back inside her cum filled pussy and started fucking her again! He was really fucking her fast and furious, and Johnson who put up a little r?stance at first was now yelling and having another orgasm on his cock and the same thing happen again! Chris could not take Johnson pussy cumming on his cock that he came again, inside her filling her pussy up with more of his cum! Shot after shot of hot cum poured out of his cock, it was by far the biggest cumshot of the night stream after stream and Johnson could feel his cum inside her and running down her leg. They could not move and they both pasted out with Chris still inside Johnson pussy and his cum still drizzling out of her pussy.

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Freezing To Death

Two men waiting at the Pearly Gates strike up a conversation. “How’d you die?” the first man asks the second.
“I froze to death,” says the second.
“That’s awful,” says the first man. “How does it feel to freeze to death?”
“It’s very uncomfortable at first”, says the second man. “You get the shakes, and you get pains in all your fingers and toes. But eventually, it’s a very calm way to go. You get numb and you kind of drift off, as if you’re sleeping. How about you, how did you die?”
“I had a heart attack,” says the first man. “You see, I knew my wife was cheating on me, so one day I showed up at home unexpectedly. I ran up to the bedroom, and found her alone, knitting. I ran down to the basement, but no one was hiding there, either. I ran up to the second floor, but no one was hiding there either. I ran as fast as I could to the attic, and just as I got there, I had a massive heart attack and died.” The second man shakes his head. “That’s so ironic,” he says.
“What do you mean?” asks the first man.
“If you had only stopped to look in the freezer, we’d both still be alive.”

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Journal of an Agent: Chapter1-Rachael Leigh Cook

Journal of an Agent: Chapter1-Rachael Leigh CookI did not write this story it was written by Carnage JacksonJournal of an Agent-Chapter1: Rachael Leigh Cook
Following the death of my father, I became the inheritor of his business as a Hollywood agent. I hadn’t known too much of my father, because he left my mother and I when I was 3 to pursue his dreams in L.A. and Hollywood. Having not received a birthday card or even a call in over ten years, I wasn’t exactly excited about the idea of inheriting a business. I had just graduated college with a degree in English and was looking forward to finding a job as either a columnist or a teacher or something to that effect.
My mother died right after I graduated high school, so I had been on my own for a while. I wasn’t planning on attending my father’s funeral, until his most loyal employee, a woman named Rebecca Carr called me at home to tell me about the inheritance. Rebecca had been with my father since he moved to L.A., and though they were intimate with each other early on she told me, passion soon gave way to a deeper friendship and she helped his business grow. It was upon her insistence that I chose to attend. My father’s funeral was a bit of a scene in Hollywood, as he had spent over 20 years there building a small empire. Young and old, famous and fleeting celebrities were in attendance. People guessed right away who I was, as anyone who knew my father as well as knew me said I was almost an exact image, albeit a little skinnier. I was about 6’1 and weighed about 170 to 180 pounds. I didn’t work out religiously but I was in good shape. The most striking feature I had been told were my eyes. Apparently I had inherited from my father this icy cold stare that burned through my dark blue eyes into people. Combined with my dark brown hair, I had been told by more than one ex-girlfriend that I could look very menacing sometimes when I got even slightly angry.
Following the services, I met with the executor of my father’s estate, a Mr. Blake, as well as a Ms. Carr to discuss the future of the agency.
“Your father had quite a successful business here Mr. Simonds,” said Mr. Blake. “Over 30 employees, a fine stable of award winning actors, actresses and musicians, as well as close to a hundred unknowns. Keeping retainers with virtually all of them was a brilliant move by your father, as the agency is now worth an estimated $50 million dollars. Being his only heir, you stand to inherit it, as well as his home and personal finances.”
I was shocked. I knew he had done fairly well (my mother never said much about him and his success) but I had no idea HOW well. Blake continued:
“You can do what you wish with the business Mr. Simonds, but before you act I suggest you speak with Ms. Carr first before deciding one way or the other,” Blake said.
Ms. Carr finally spoke. She was a woman in her late 50s, still in good shape for the most part. Her hair had gone gray but not in a witchy sort of way. It seemed to fit her perfectly, as though she had aged, you could tell that she must have been very attractive in her younger years. Her brownish-green eyes danced with this natural exuberance and I couldn’t help but think that she would have made a good model.
“Dean, your father loved you despite his lack of showing it. I know you didn’t know him, nor do you know the slightest thing about Hollywood or being an agent, but I think that you probably have the natural charisma your father had. You really should consider running his business. That was your father’s last wish, that you help it grow,” she said, smiling ever so slightly when she finished. She came across as a good natured grandmother, which was probably the effect she was going for. Her last part angered me a little, trying to play the pity card.
“Look, I know that he wanted me to run things, but I don’t have the slightest clue. Even with you here to help me, I would still be lost, not to mention be light years behind in learning how to schmooze this town,” I said.
“I only wish I could stay to help you. Like your father, I put my heart and soul into here but now I have to cash out. There are too many memories, too much pain. Besides, I’m an old woman. I want to enjoy my late years,” replied Rebecca.
“Well, that’s just great. Now I have NO ONE to help me, even if I DID decide to stay!” I said, throwing my hands in the air in exasperation.
“No, no, no, that’s not true. Ever since your father became sick, I knew I would be retiring. I’ve been training a replacement though, and I’m sure that she will be able to help you just as well as I could,” said Rebecca.
We discussed and debated for over two hours, but in the end (and much to my chagrin) I agreed to stay and try to run the company for an interim period of six months, just to see how things went. That would give me time to tie up loose ends and sell clients to other agencies if need be. I went home to my father’s house that night, laying in bed thinking about all that I had brought upon myself. I concluded that I was at a good cross road and that because of the safety net of money left to me, I could afford to take a risk like this. Hey, I thought as I drifted off to sleep, maybe I’ll get laid somewhere along the way.
I went into work on Monday feeling optimistic about things, as well as a little apprehensive. I went into my father’s office and sat down in his chair to try and sort out files and such. I hadn’t been sitting for 5 minutes when a knock came on the door.
“Come in,” I said as I straightened up in my chair and tried to look my most professional.
The door opened and in walked a beautiful young woman, wearing a knee length maroon skirt and a white blouse. Her hair was a rich black and her skin was of an olive complexion. She had bright green eyes that were perfectly positioned on her face. Her nose was small as were her lips, which was a shade that matched the colour of her dress. Her chest wasn’t enormous, but certainly tested the limits of the fabric of her blouse. She walked with a kind of step that exuded confidence in her, but also showed she couldn’t be fucked with. I liked her already.
“Hi. My name is Julie Carr and I’m here to help you sort through those files on your desk,” she said. She spoke with an unmistakable California accent, one that showed she had lived in California her whole life. My mind immediately made the connection when she said her name.
“Carr? Are you related to Rebecca Carr who used to work here?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yes. She is my mother. But like you, I never knew my father. Mom has been training me to help you for two months now and I think I will be able to help you figure things out. You ARE Dean Simonds aren’t you?” she smiled at me.
“Yes, that’s me. How did your mother know that I was going to be running things two months ago? I just met her two DAYS ago.” I asked.
“I asked the same thing. All she said was that if she knew your father at all, convincing you to stay would be no sweat,” she replied, sitting herself in one of the two guest chairs of the office.
Her mother’s assumption about me made me a little ticked, and I guess it showed because Julie sort of got this defensive look on her face that showed she knew I was upset.
“Look, all that is over and done with. Your here for six months, so let’s try to make the most of it,” she said, extending her petite right hand out for me to shake.
I shook her hand and calmed down a little bit. Bygones are bygones I thought. For the next three hours, we poured over the files. I got to like Julie’s personality right away, but she seemed to exude this self defence sort of attitude that crushed any attempt at a sexual manoeuvre. For lunch, Julie had one of the interns pick us up some sandwiches from the delicatessen down the street. After we finished eating, Julie stood to go.
“Well, we made some good progress today. Hopefully we can get this far all the time,” she said.
“Where are you going? It’s only 1:30? Was my father THAT lax in letting people leave?” I asked.
She laughed. “No, it’s just you have a client coming in at 2:00 and I thought you might want some time to clean up the office. Oh yeah, and to get that piece of lettuce out from your teeth,” she said laughing good naturedly as she walked out.
I walked over to the mirror and brushed my teeth, and then proceeded to clean myself up. I had just finished straitening up the files we had been going through when there was a knock on the door.
“Dean, this is Racheal Leigh Cook. She’s your two o’ clock,” said Julie, opening the door and ushering in the client. As soon as Racheal had walked in, Julie closed the door behind her.
Rachael was wearing a dark green sweater and a black silk dress. Combined, the outfit went a long way to hiding the curves that she had to have underneath. Even though I wasn’t from Hollywood, I certainly knew who she was. Even in person, she exuded this sort of shy radiance…like a delicate flower who was afraid to blossom. Her hair was pulled back behind her ears and she looked almost elfish. Despite wearing 5 inch lift shoes, she still barely would have come up to my chest. I rose to greet her.
“Ahh, Ms. Cook. How are you? I’m Dean Simonds. Would you care for something to drink?” I said.
“A glass of water if you don’t mind. I’m sorry to hear about your father. He was a terrific man. In fact, that’s sort of why I am here today.” she said.
I walked over to the mini bar and poured her a glass of water, fixing myself a scotch over ice.
“What do you mean?” I asked, handing her drink to her. She did indeed only come up to my chest. Raising her head, her deep, soulful brown eyes looked me in my eyes.
“Well, I was planning on coming over to your firm as long ago as last year, now that I finally got all the legal paper work done with my ex agent. I had to reschedule my appointment after your father’s passing. But with you running things now, I can still check to see if it is true.” she said, taking a sip of her water.
“See if what is true?” I asked a little puzzled.
Her eyes sparkled for a brief moment. Rachael laughed lightly, a very feathery kind of laugh that helped with her pixyish image. She again looked into my eyes, but this time with a growing sense of lust.
“Your father was known as a great guy for his clients it’s true. But he was even more well known by his female clients as being…well…endowed,” she said, stepping closer to me.
Her forwardness surprised me. Everything I had read about her or seen her in, she always seemed very passive and shy. But apparently sexually, she knew exactly what she wanted.
“…and with you I can see if the old saying ‘Like father, like son’ is correct,” she said, placing her hands on my belt.
My mind raced. Here I was on my first day of running a business and I was already being seduced like a common gigolo. Should I go with it or stop this now and keep from building a reputation?
My question was answered when I felt the belt come off and my pants fall to the floor. Rachael stood on her tip toes and leaned into me, forcing me back against the mini-bar. Her mouth met mine and her tongue slid into my mouth like a stealth snake. I responded in kind by meeting her tongue halfway. I lifted her up off of me and carried her over to the couch against the far wall of my office. I laid on top her, holding myself up with my arms. We kissed each other passionately and I slowly slid my hand up her side to her just big enough breasts and began to play with her right breast through the material of her sweater. I could feel her moan into my mouth, an obvious sign she was enjoying it. Our kiss finally broke, and she sat up. Reaching down, she lifted her sweater over her head, revealing a pair of grapefruit sized breasts straining and heaving against a black push up bra. She reached around her back and unclasped the bra, flinging it aside. Her breasts were bigger than I had guessed, with dark brown, quarter sized nipples in the centre of each. I stuck my hands out and squeezed them gently, massaging them around in my hands. Rachael groaned softly, throwing her head back in pleasure. Her dark brown, shoulder length hair fell upon her bare shoulders as she looked at me again with those eyes. I gazed upon her face, relishing her simple yet elegant face. Rachael began unbuttoning my shirt one button at a time, very methodically. I lifted myself up with my elbows and she slid the shirt off of me. As I said earlier, I try to stay in shape, focusing mainly on getting some tone in my arms and having a flat stomach. At this point, I was now left in only my boxers, something Rachael quickly set to remove. Using the same gentleness she had used before on my shirt and pants, she slowly slid my boxers off over my cock, allowing it to spring up and then land with a very audible thump on my stomach. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered if anyone heard us.
Rachael licked her lips and slowly began jacking my cock with her right hand, as I continued to play with her tits. God they were soft and felt so great.
“I guess all my girlfriends were right, having a big cock DOES run in the family,” she said with a devilish smile.
I guess I’m modest, because I never have measured how big I am. Previous girlfriends had said I was big, but again I didn’t know.
“God, you must be at least 9 inches long!” Rachael gasped, inadvertently answering my question. “And you’re as thick as my wrist! I’ve got to feel this beast in me before I let you go,” she said, smiling.
“But first, a little snack!”
Lowering her head down so that her hair fell in front of her face, her lips touched the head of my very erect prick very lightly. Snaking her tongue out, I felt her twist it around in my pisshole. Pulling her mouth off for just a split second, the cool air hitting where her warm lips had been was a thrill. But it was short lived, as in one swift move attempted to deep throat me. She got about half of my cock down her throat before it hit the back of her throat. She lifted her mouth off again and began licking me up and down, starting from the head and going all the way down to my balls, sucking on each one in that gentle manner she had been using. By this time, I was really enjoying myself, but things had to pick up. I placed my hand atop her head and forced her back down on my cock. Grabbing a handful of her hair, I pulled her mouth up and down my cock. She got the idea very quick and began bobbing up and down rapidly. I laid my head back on the arm of the couch and relaxed, letting out a sigh. She continued like this for what must have been 10 minutes, rotating between licking my cock slowly and bobbing up and down fast. Finally I said in a husky voice “I’m about to come.”
Pulling her head off completely, she grabbed my cock with her hand and stood me up. With me standing and my cock still in her hand, she got to her knees and began jerking me rapidly. I grunted loudly as my cock exploded, spraying her chin and lips and even landing a dollop or two in her hair. With my cum dripping off of her chin and onto her cute little breasts, she proceeded to lick my cock of any cum and wiped the cum from her lips, only to rub it into her chest and onto her tits. Out of breath, I sat back down on the couch. Rachael stood up before me and wriggled out of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. To my surprise, she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her snatch was a lighter brown than her hair, but was still a close match. She was shaved in a bikini line but nowhere else, which left a wispy “V” shape over her mound. Her pussy hair wasn’t very thick and I could see that her cunt was fully aroused, her dark brown outer lips glistening from her female wetness. She lowered her legs over my still erect cock and slowly let it push into her. My god she was tight, but not a virgin which really didn’t surprise me.
Finally I felt her settle on top of me, my cock buried to the hilt in her warm pussy. Rachael gave a moan of pure satisfaction and then lay her head on my shoulder. Using the couch as a lift, she proceeded to slowly move herself up and down my cock. I could feel her pussy craving more as it tried to grip me every time she slid on and off of my cock.
Wanting to match her pace because I knew I wouldn’t last long inside her (I hadn’t had sex in a while), I began thrusting my hips up every time she would pull off, making sure that no matter how high up she lifted herself, the tip of my prick was still in her. I reached down to her beautiful snatch and began stroking her clit furiously at a much faster pace than what we were going at. The combined sensation was too much for her, as she cried out in orgasm and I felt her juices spill onto my hand and legs. Feeling myself on the brink, I warned her that I was about to come. Lifting her head off my shoulder and still struggling to catch her breath after her orgasm.
“Cum…in my…ass,” she gasped.
I had never had a girl ask to be fucked up the ass, but hey, this was L.A. I pulled out of her and tried to lubricate my cock with her juice and my precum. Rachael had already leaned over the couch arm and was thrusting her ass up in the air. Walking up behind her, I bent down to lick her asshole just to soften things up a little. Placing my cock at her tight little hole, I gently pressed my head into her. I could hear her grimace at first and bite down on her lower lip until I got the head past, and then she sort of sighed in relief. I worked the shaft into her and before I even realized, I had all but a few inches in her.
Because I was the one setting the tempo and since I knew I was close to orgasm, I built up a quickening pace of thrusts into her ass, pushing harder every time. Rachael gasped and moaned, loving every minute of it. I reached my hand down and began playing with her clit again, shoving three fingers in and out of her tight, wet pussy. I felt that familiar sensation in my balls again, and thrust into her hard one last time, shooting my hot load right up her ass. She must have felt it in her because she cried out in a loud pleasure scream that I knew SOMEONE must have heard.
We were both out of breath, and when I felt my dick softening, I pulled out of her. We lay on the couch for a few minutes, kissing and touching each other, until Rachael said she had to go.
We both got dressed and I walked her to the door.
“I have total confidence in your skills Mr. Simonds. I hope you will accept me as a client,” Rachael said, kissing me on the cheek.
“Well, after that convincing argument, I would be a fool not to,” I replied, smiling.
I watched her go and then shut the door to my office. Sitting back in my
chair with my hands behind my head, I breathed a sigh of relief.
“I think things will go just fine out here,” I said to myself.

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Jean

Saturday July 29, 2006
It was going to be a great weekend and I had decided to ride across the state to the city of Earl for lunch. I called Jean and told her I would be at her house by 6:20 am. I left the house looking at what was going to be a great day for riding and the sun was coming up over the horizon. I pulled into her driveway and shut off the bike so as not to awaken her children. She came outside and walked toward me with a big smile and a set of breast that would slay any man. She was braless and proud. We mounted the bike and I rolled it out to the street and fired it up.
We left town and headed northeast on highway 79. The further east we went, the more the clouds began to fill the sky. We were on the outskirts of the city of Earl at noon and had been watching the black clouds gather for some time. I had left our rainsuits at home so we knew we were going to get wet. I was on a farm road when it started to rain. It was warm at first then as the rain got harder, it got cold. I started looking for a place to pull off the road but found nothing for three miles. I saw a house up a head and pulled into the driveway almost loosing the bike in the muddy driveway. I coasted up to the house and into the empty carport. Water was pouring off my head and into my eyes as I stopped the bike. I turned and looked at Jean and her hair was a mess and her make up was too.. We laughed and I dismounted the bike. We were soaked! Jean leaned back to ring her hair and the tee shirt clung to her chest. Wow! I looked at her and she looked down at what I was looking at. She pulled on the shirt but there was no hiding the large nipples that were staring at me.
I opened a saddlebag and offered her a small rag to wipe her face. I then looked around at the house we were at and wondered if anyone was inside. A loud clap of thunder cracked above us and she leaned toward me. I hugged her and patted her back. It was also soaked. I heard a car coming down the road and looked up to see it had it’s blinker on. It was a truck and it was turning into the driveway that I had just turned into. Ut-oh, I said. Jean turned and looked as the truck slowly turned in the drive and made it’s way toward us. The headlights were on and I couldn’t tell what was behind the wheel. The truck stopped just outside the edge of the carport and turned off the engine. We stood there waiting for the lights to go out so we could see who or what we were dealing with. The light went out and an older man was sitting behind the wheel. I could see that he was focused on Jean. I looked at her and realized why. Her nipples looked like the headlights that I had just been looking into on his truck. Just then his door opened and he stepped out and hurried into the carport. He had a bag of groceries in his hand and handed them to me as he said, “Ya got caught, didn’t ya!” I said, “Caught?” He looked at me and said,”In the rain.” Oh, yes we did. We wern’t expecting this when we left this morning. He looked at Jean and smiled and said to come on in and get a towel or two. We headed for the back door and slipped into the house. He said his name was Jared and told me to put the bag on the table. He went and got a couple of towels and handed them to us. Jean’s tits were a site! Mine were cold and hard also but no one paid any attention to them. Jean thanked him for the towel and started drying her hair with it. As she moved her arms, her tits swayed and Jared kept his eyes on them. He asked her if she would like a dry shirt to put on. She said that would be nice. He stepped away to his room and returned with a button up shirt. She asked where the bathroom was and he pointed down the hall. I asked if he had a dryer and he told me I was leaning on it. Oh, ya, I told jean to take off her pants and bring her tee shirt and we would dry the cloths while we waited. A moment later she returned in his shirt and her socks. She was a site. I pulled off my shirt and pulled down my pants and slipped the into the dryer. There I stood in my black Hanes and socks and a towel. Jared was a nice guy. His demeaner was clean and we didn’t feel at all threatened by him.
Jean shivered and he asked her if she wanted some coffee or chocolate. She said yes and he started toward the kitchen. She stopped him and said she would get it. He said ok and sat down at the table. She asked where the chocolate was and he told her it was in the top cabinet. She reached up to get it and showed us a clear picture of her ass. There was a hint of a thong as it came out of her cheeks and ran betwwen her legs. My cold little dick jumped at the site. Jared leaned forward and took a deep breath. She pulled down the cannister and got the packages out and filled three cups with water and added the mix and stuck it in the microwave. Her ass had lit a spark in my mind and shorts. Jared looked at her and I knew what he was thinking. I was thinking the same thing but wasn’t sure what Jean had on her mind. A bell sounded on the microwave and she opened the door. Jared got his first and then me. Jean leaned up against the counter and we were sitting across from her. I wanted to see inside that shirt. Jared just looked at her. She asked Jared if he would mind if she sat on his counter. He told her she could sit on anything he had. She smiled and placed her hands on the counter beside her hips and tried to raise herself up to the counter top. Her hand slipped and she almost fell. He stood up and stepped over to assist her and placed his hands firmly on her waist and lifted her up and sat her down. The bottom of the shirt came up and when she sat down and I caught a glimps of her panties. She looked at me and smiled. I asked her if she was comfortable and she said yes. Jared sat down across from her legs. Jean sipped on the cup of chocolate. We were trying to make small talk but talk wasn’t on my mind. A big clap of thunder hit again and startled Jean just as she was about to take a drink and she spilled the cup on her shirt. I looked at her and said you messed his shirt up! Take it off and rinse it out. She looked at me and I motioned for her to do it. Jared stood up Jean started unbuttoning the shirt. She slipped off the shirt and reached for my towel. As she reached, she came off the counter top and Jared caught her before she hit the floor. His hand cupped her left breast and he moaned as he released it when she had regained her balance. I was hiding my erection with the towel but she wanted to hide her tits. In a quick moment she stood there in topless. Augh! I had a boner! Jared put the shirt in the sink and ran water over it. Jean wrapped the towel around her breast but we could still see her panties, or the front of the thong.
I looked at her and said, “Great tan lines!” Jared looked at her and and didn’t make a comment. Just his eyes scanning her body said it all. She looked at me and said,”Nice boner!” My dick was rock hard and Jared turned and looked at it. I reached over and jerked the towel away from her which left her topless before us. She looked at me and said she didn’t care. Jared looked at her breast and she crossed her arms and stood there before us almost in defiance. Jared looked at me and then again at her and then rubbed her left arm. She did not react. He stroked the upper part of her breast and she stood there. He hand slid down to her nipple and she stood there looking at me. I licked my lips and wandered how far we were going with this. He unfolder her arms and carressed both nipples with his fingers. I saw him look toward me out of the corner of his eye to see what my reaction was. My dick was like a nail! A railroad spike nail! He bent down and put his mouth on her right nipple and began to suck. Her left hand went to the back of his head and began to press him in on her. She had her eyes on me as if for my approaval. My erection was all the approval she needed. He leaned her back on the counter and opened her legs and put his torso between them and moved from breast to breast with his mouth and hands. I pulled my pants down and released my hard prick into the air. Jareds mouth was all over Jeans chest. He was squeezing her breast and sucking every inch of tit he could get into his mouth. The he shifted his attention to her pussy. The thong came off like a bolt of lightning and he buried his face in side of her.
He raised her legs up over his shoulders and acted like an animal eating after days of starvation. I reached over and took her feet in my hands and raised them up and spread them out so that he wouls have better access. She was moaning as his tongue delved inside of her. I stepped over to the edge of the counter near her face and put my dick within sucking distance of her mouth. She reached for it and slid it inside her mouth. She was having an orgasm and screamed and started jrking on the counter. I pulled her legs as wide appart as I could as Jared licked her to four orgasms. I told him it was time to fuck her. He motioned for me to step up between her legs. Istepped in and thrust my cock inside of her wet pussy. It had her juices and his salava all over and in it. I started pumping her as he stepped aside. I looked into her eyes as she lay there before us. Then Jared surprised me when he knelt down behind me. I felt his finger slip into my crack and go right to my anus. He rubbed it and I leaned forward so he could have better access. He spread my cheeks and moved in face first. His tongue was very firm and I tried to relaz so he could enter me. My dick was still in Jean but my knew sensation was pulling it out. I tried to lay on Jean and stay inside of her but the counter top would not allow it. I positioned myself so that he could lick anything he wanted to. He fingered me and tongued me for what seemed forever. Then he took my dick in his mouth and sucked it hard till I came. He didn’t stop after I quit spirting. He just sucked on me. Jean was watching and had moved of the counter. Suddenly the buzzer on the dryer went off and broght us out of the trance and back to reality. Jared sat on the floor. He was still and quiet. Jean stepped over to the sing and wiped off the fluids on her thighs and cunt. Jared sat still. Jean stepped over to the dryer and retrieved our cloths. We put them on as Jared sat on the floor. The rain had stopped and we slipped out the door and walked over to the bike. I manuvered it around the truck and we rode away. Neither of us said a word till we got home. I dropped Jean off and came to the house and wrote about this day. It was exciting and adventurous.

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With the Mirror Came.. Chapter 2

This is a story about explicit sex and other adult only things. If you are underage or offended by such material you should stop reading now. The story, setting and characters have been made by the author and all rights are reserved.

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ST THOMAS AND MY WIFE

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….st THOMAS VACATION WITH MY WIFE
****************************************ST THOMAS **************************************
I have been married to a sexy lady for 10 years. My wife is in great shape, is very tan and
had awesome legs,and ass. She is 5’6″ 120 lbs dirty blond hair with a tight 36d tits.
We were on vacation in St.Thomas where we have a time share and we have been going there for
the past 6 years. We got to know a few of the locals( who were from our homestate ). Anyway
Late one night we were sitting at the bar on the stools and I was rubbing my wife’s thighs.
She was wearing a short jersey-type dress with seamless nude crotchless pantyhose and some
flat open shoes. The kid that we were talking to ( we knew him) name was jay and he was a
bartender @ another bar, he was 23. He was sitting on the stool to my right and my wife was
to my left with her legs across my lap. As I was rubbing her pantyhose covered thighs I was
lifting her dress higher and higher so jay could get a look at her pussy. He was looking but
didn’t want to make it obvious. Then all of a sudden her shoe fell off. He jumped off the
stool got it and handed it to me, I told him to put it on her foot, he kinda had a look on
his face, unsure of my intentions. As he did he held her foot in his hand ,then slid it on
my wife’s foot. She looked at him and went mmmmmmmmmm. He excused himself and went upstairs
to the bathroom. The upstairs was a open-type outdoor restaurant that was closed but you
could use the restrooms.
We waited a minute then went up there . He was in the bathroom and we were sitting on a ledge
outside the hall. My wife was sitting on my lap and I had her dress up around her waist and
was fingering her thru her pantyhose as we kissed. It was pretty dark up there. Jay walked
out of the restroom and saw us. He was staring at my wife’s exposed pussy. I motioned him over
and told him he can get a better look then he did at the bar. He came over and I asked him if
he wanted to touch it. He rubbed my wife’s pussy thru her hose, and she started to moan. I then
lifted her up, and she stood up and shoved her tongue down his throat as he fingered her. I
then took my hand and put it on his crotch, I massaged his cock,as he fingered her while they
were kissing. I was ROCK hard watching them. This went on for about 5 minutes, then we all
stopped in fear of being caught. We asked him if he wanted to go back to our hotel for a beer.
He said hell yes!!!
On the walk back my wife was in the middle of us as we each had a hand under her dress massaging
her ass. He told us he went to the restroom to jerk off, after touching my wife’s foot. Then he
heard someone(it was us) coming. So he stopped. Once we got to the hotel, we all had a beer,
then my wife went over to him and kissed him…deep, his hands were all over her. He removed her
dress, but kept her pantyhose on, he said it was sexy(my kind of guy). she removed his clothes.
He ate her pussy and she came violently, then she begged him to fuck her..he climbed between her
legs and fucked her hard, plunging his cock deepinto her. I moved behind him and massaged his
balls as he fucked my wife. He didn’t seem to mind so I leaned in and sucked his balls. He moaned.
Then I went to his ass and ran my tongue up his crack and into his ass. As I did this he came
hard into my wife. I then went between my wife’s legs and licked her pussy clean. She then went
down on me and gave me a awesome blowjob, as she was sucking me she asked jay to join her, he said
he wasn’t gay. She said that’s OK, but it wouldn’t”be gay”if she was helping, and besides it would
be payback for what my husband did to you and letting you fuck his wife. He came over and joined
my wife. He was real good and got into it. Now I was laying on my back Jay between my legs sucking
me and my wife whispering into my ear how hot it was to watch jay suck my cock. I shot a monster
load all over jays face. I then returned the favor and sucked jay’s cock until he was rock hard again.
Then me and my wife got into a 69 and jay fucked her from behind. I was licking his cock as it went
in and out of my wife’s cunt. Occasionally he would let it slip out of her and into my mouth.
I was in heaven. When he came he pulled out and put it into my mouth and fed me his load…We can’t
wait to go back next year!………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

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