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The Ticket V

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The Phantom’s New Toy

The grey stone building stood before Cassandra rather interestingly, the mock Tudor fronting grayed to some extent by years of pollution. The black paint on the door was pealing slightly. Irony had taken its turn, placing it at 23 Acacia Avenue, next to the mythical whore of Iron maiden fame. The numbers were faintly unaligned, leaning away from each other at the top. Blood red roses climbed the front amongst ivy. A large brass knocker sat to the left of the door.
Cassandra hoped she was appropriately dressed, in a short purple jacket, three quarter length jeans and a flowery blouse. Her shoulder length blond hair hung slightly in front of her wire-framed glasses. She had put on her favorite stripy socks and black ballet flats too, in the thought that comfort took precedence to appearance. In her left hand, she held a tattered piece of paper and between her thumb and forefinger a silver ring, with three skulls adorning it. Gingerly, she raised the knocker and let it fall, the echo sounding through the empty street.
The door opened, as if mechanically powered, buzzing and humming slightly. Inside there was a small entrance room, dimly lit and decorated in dark reds and ebony. A red velvet chaise lounge sat to the left of the room. The floor was of a dark mahogany boarding with a red rug in the centre of the room. An empty coat rack stood to the right of the door. Standing in the centre was a youngish tall woman of about twenty-five. She was wearing a white high-necked Victorian blouse, a knee length black skirt and calf length high-heeled boots increasing her appearance of height further. Her hands were behind her back, and she turned to Cassandra.
Hurriedly and nervously, Cassandra blurted out, “A man gave me these.” She held the ring and paper forward, towards the woman.
The woman’s gaze moved to the ring, then in a soft sultry voice she said, “I am Jill, I will inform the others that our guest is here.” As she turned and headed to a door, Cassandra noticed her hands were lashed together with a thin cord tied in a bow behind her back. “Wait here,” Jill said leaving Cassandra alone.
A minute past, though to Cassandra it felt like five. Her mind drifted back to the previous evening. She was sitting alone in the bar of the Raven, drinking a vodka and cranberry and quietly listening to the Cure, when a biker walked over to the bar. His long and fiery hair hung so it partially hid his face in the dark of the bar. He reached into his black leather jacket and produced a crisp note with which he ordered a glass of champagne and a shot of absinthe. He poured the absinthe into the champagne, took off his silver ring, the one Cassandra was now holding, and put it in the glass. From his jeans, he produced a piece of paper, scribbled on it then passed the glass and paper to Cassandra before leaving silently. The paper contained the address of this building and the words “The Phantom”. Intrigued she had decided to investigate the following morning.
The reappearance of jill awoke her from her daydreaming. Though this time she was without the boots, her hands remained bound. Her toenails were painted the same crimson as the wallpaper. jill’s bare feet made a quiet, moist patting sound on the hard wooden floor. With a glance she gestured to the coat stand and then to a small end table beside. In the same sultry voice she said, “They will see you now, you may leave your coat and those over there.”
Cassandra laid the note and ring on the table carefully, then slowly removed her jacket and hung it on the coat stand, noticing an ebony cane with a silver skull hand-grip in the stand. Then, crossing her arms across her chest, she turned and followed jill through a side door and down a wrought iron staircase. The staircase wound round a grey stone pillar in a sandstone lined shaft, continuing for about three floors under the soil.
The staircase ended into a torch lit stone corridor, which stretched out into the distance. Every now and then, there would be a large iron bound oak door in a vaulted arch recess along the walls. The only sounds as jill led Cassandra down the corridor was the crackle of the torches and the soft echo of their feet on the hard stone floor, forming a primitive rhythm that causes Cassandra’s mind to wander to tribal images.
They stopped outside one of the doors. The biker from the previous night arrived from the other direction with another woman. His leathers and jeans were gone, in their place was a white renaissance shirt and tight leather britches. The metal heels on his boots clicked in time with the rattle of the side buckles under the folded tops. The fiery hair no longer covered his face, but was instead, tied back into a ponytail and a white mask obscured the left and upper parts of his face in its place. The woman wore a black leather full corset, with a black thong and garter. Her black knee length boots made a sharp striking sound as the stiletto heel hit the floor. A studded leather collar adorned her milky white neck and long black lace gloves her arms. The slight breeze from the torches caused her raven black hair to wave gently.
He spoke in a deep tone that echoed through the empty corridor, “I’ve business to attend to; I shall leave you with Mistress Elizabeth here. She should attend to you very well indeed.” There was a slight smile on his face as he said the last sentence, hinting at a darker context. Cassandra watched as he walked down the passage, her lips moistening at the thought of him.
Mistress Elizabeth gestured to a door with her left hand, and then commanded with a strong English accent, “Take them off and go through there.” She gestured towards Cassandra.
Cassandra looked back nervously, “Take what off? Miss?”
Elizabeth grabbed Cassandra’s right leg, and then pulled off her ballet flat, then her sock, moving on to the left leg, she said, “It will be Ma’am or Mistress from now on, girl.” The stone floor was cold under her feet and she shivered as her right foot went down. Elizabeth threw the shoes and socks into a small alcove and pushed the now barefoot Cassandra through the door, then proceeded to remove her own boots, zipping them down slowly. Around her ankles, tight to the skin were two silver anklets.
A thin brilliant red PVC padding upholstered the walls on the inside of the room, which made a slight sucking noise as Cassandra stumbled across the floor. jill had stood in against the far wall, upright, facing away from the door. In the centre of the room stood a padded bench, about waist height with stocks at the base and covered in the same red material. A few feet away stood a small table with a selection of objects, covered by a red silken cloth, and a small box below.
Elizabeth entered the room as Cassandra was standing up. She moved to jill and untied her hands. She placed the cord on the table, and pulled out the box. Turning to Cassandra, she thrust the box forward.
“Both of you, strip, now! Put the clothes in the box when you are done.” She commanded.
jill immediately replied, “Yes Mistress.” Then began to remove her blouse, followed by her skirt, beneath which was a violet bra and thong, which she removed, starting with the straps and placing each item in the box.
Hesitant and quivering, when the eyes turned to her, Cassandra barely managed to get out a sound. “Yes, Mistress.” She called, quietly. Slowly, Cassandra unbuttoned her blouse, then the fly of her jeans, slipping them off, right leg first, then the left. Her blouse came of next, floating gently into the box, followed by her black brassiere then her black lace French knickers, slightly moist from her vagina.
Once all the clothes were placed in the box, it was replaced under the table. The two now naked girls stood either side of the bench in the middle of the room, Cassandra shaking slightly. Without words, Elizabeth reached under the cloth, leaving it in place to increase the anticipation. She withdrew her hand holding two leather collars, one red and the other black. Both had a silver ring at the front and a small locking mechanism at the back. The red one was placed around jill’s neck and the lock clicked into place. Then the black one was locked around the neck of the quivering Cassandra.
Cassandra was then pushed to her knees before the bench by Elizabeth, who then proceeded to lock Cassandra’s feet in the oaken stocks. They fitted tightly round her ankles and slowed the blood partially, causing a flush of pink to appear and disappear. Elizabeth forced her over the bench and fastened the ring of the collar to a concealed ring on the other side. This caused Cassandra to be bent full over, exposing her bare buttocks and moistening vagina. Waving her arm to the table, Elizabeth gestured to jill. With that, jill pulled back the cloth revealing several leather cuffs and restraints, a ball gag and a long thin riding crop. She handed two of the restraints to Elizabeth, who then slipped them over Cassandra’s wrists and upper arms, and locked them in a cross position, so her arms were folded behind her back. Elizabeth then took up the riding crop, toyed with it, swinging gently into her hand then to her lips, slightly smudging her purple lipstick.
Anticipating the coming strike, Cassandra held her breath and tensed the muscles of her body. Her thighs tightened, teasing the reddening lips of her vagina apart. She pulled at her arm restraints and pushed into the bench to prepare for the blow. But there was to be more tension before that, as Elizabeth was not simply a crude sadist, but rather a perfectionist at her game.
Elizabeth put the crop down on the table and took a pair of red leather ankle cuffs, the same colour of the collar worn by jill. She grabbed jill’s left ankle and turned it behind the girl’s back, slipped the cuff over and tightened the buckle and released it to the floor. This she repeated with the other leg, seizing the ankle from standing, placing the cuff over and releasing it to the floor. Then she took a pair of joined red leather handcuffs from the table and affixed them over jill’s wrists. Kneeling on the floor she opened two small flaps in the padding in front of where Cassandra was bound and pulled out two small steel rings. She grabbed jill’s ankles and locked the restraints into the rings, holding her spread-eagled, with her vagina straight in Cassandra’s face. Then she walked to the edge of the room, by the door, opened a hidden panel and flicked a switch. A chain descended from the ceiling above jill’s head. Elizabeth clipped this to the handcuffs then flicked another switch, causing the chain to pull tight, stretching jill’s arms above her head.
“Lick it slowly, make her quiver with excitement,” she commanded fastening the ball gag around jill’s mouth, and securing it tightly in place. The stretching of her arms and licking of Cassandra’s long nimble tongue caused jill’s face to contort showing an exquisite mixture longing agony and orgasmic pleasure. Cassandra saw out of the corner of her eye, Elizabeth raise the crop from the table, but dared not to stop licking jill’s throbbing clitoris.
Elizabeth swung the crop backwards through the air, her body pivoted from the balls of her feet, her hips turning round. Then she brought the crop downwards, her hips turning into the blow, increasing the speed further as it cut the air. The crop landed on Cassandra, but not her buttocks or vagina as she had expected but on the sole of her left foot. The pain and surprise cause Cassandra to jump forward fractionally but the stocks held her feet tightly in place as a second strike hit her right sole. A third strike came to the right cheek of her humped backside. Then a fourth to the left cheek, followed by a fifth then a sixth, the continual assault alternating between sides of her buttocks.
The stifled moans of jill and the groaning of Cassandra as she kept up the lapping at her groin between lashes of the crop. Cassandra’s nipples tugged gently at the cushion as they hardened under the wave of endorphins. The whipping stopped and together both girls came. The warm fluid poring into Cassandra’s mouth and down between her thighs, dampening them in waves. The sweet taste of jill’s discharge against the bitter taste of her flesh caused Cassandra’s tongue to throb and lick faster, savoring every second.
The door of the chamber creaked on its iron hinges as it swung open and the biker returned, naked apart from the mask and a belt, slung diagonally from his right shoulder to his left thigh. At the end of the belt was a coiled whip; it was an unusual light tan colour, due to the unusual material of its construction. The inner core of it was made from a strong but supple braid of calf leather, but the outer layer was angel shark skin, covered with thousands of tiny teeth. In his left hand he held a chain leash, with the leather loop around his wrist.
He waved Elizabeth aside, gestured to jill and said, “Untie her and bring her along shortly, I will take this one now.” He knelt down and unlocked the stocks, and then unhooked the ring connected to Cassandra’s collar and attached the leash to the collar, leaving her arms tied behind her back. He tugged her to standing, she winced as her feet touched the floor, but sharply pulled her self together and was led out of the room as Elizabeth was untying jill.
He led her into a room further down the corridor. This room was larger, and stone clad, with a vaulted wooded ceiling; three oak crossbeams spanned the walls, dividing it into three quarters. The only furnishings in this room were a large mahogany cupboard at the end and a small wrought iron cage, just big enough for a human. He stood Cassandra in the first half of the room, then walked over to the cupboard and opened it. Inside were various whips, paddles and restraints. Ropes and chains were coiled at the base with various toys. Centre place in the display was a rapier with a silver basket hilt, in the shape of an omega.
“Come here.” He called to Cassandra as he took two ankle cuffs from the cupboard.
She replied, more confidant than with Elizabeth, “Yes, Master.” Then she walked over to him, and raised her left leg to allow him to place the cuff over her foot and tighten the buckle, and then the right was raised and secured in the same fashion. She began to tremble slightly, and her legs, still wet from her cum, tensed pushing her vagina open and her clitoris up and forward. He loosened the arm restraints, and then took a bridle-like gag from a peg on the door of the cupboard. It rested awkwardly in her mouth as he positioned the straps, then as he tightened them it became more natural and comfortable in her mouth. She was then led to the other half of the room.
Her ankles were again bound, though this time by the leather restraints to short chains on the floor, holding them apart. Her hand restraints were then fixed to two chains hung from the crossbeam, holding her in a cross shape, on her tiptoes.
A dull thud sounded from behind her as the whip on his belt uncoiled. He pulled back, his arm tucked in close, with his body turning, like a boxer about to throw a right cross. The air screamed with a sharp sound as he brought it to bear on her back, then flicked it back quickly, allowing the reversed teeth of the sharkskin to bite into her flesh for just a fraction of a second. Her muffled scream caused his body to quiver and his sizable penis began to stiffen. He took another strike, the minute cuts of the teeth providing a multitude of after stings from the initial slashing of the whip. Both their bodies pounded with the blood as a third strike landed home on her back, causing it to bleed from the cuts.
Mistress Elizabeth and jill entered the room at this point, jill, without her restraints, crawling on the floor with Elizabeth holding a leash to her collar. Elizabeth still in the corset had put her boots back on, but removed her thong and the cups from the corset, revealing her pert breasts and glistening vagina. She took the cage from the corner and set it in front of Cassandra. Then she undid the leash from jill, and forced her into the cage and locked it shut, so jill’s body was folded tightly restricting all her movement. He turned to watch as she did this gently rubbing the blood and sweat into Cassandra’s back, causing her to moan as it stung deeply.
Elizabeth ran her hand along a selection of vibrators at the base of the cupboard, the Master nodded as her hand moved over a long black one and over a broad silver one, both of which she picked up. They were then turned on, the black one was placed in jill’s exposed vagina, then the chrome one in her rectum, spreading it open. The sphincter closed around it pulling it further into her body. As the caged jill moaned softly to the vibrators, Elizabeth moved to his side.
He struck her hard on her flanks with both hands, he took Elizabeth to the cupboard and picked up the rapier from the centre of the pile, drawing its shining blade. He held it against Elizabeth’s breasts; the cold steel hardened her nipples. He groaned to himself and walked up to Cassandra. Elizabeth undid Cassandra’s leg restraints as he stroked her gently with the tip of the sword, bringing it down her cheek, then across her chest, stopping at each nipple. Then down her stomach to her vagina, the cold blade causing it to bit round it, the fluids running down the edge of the blade as she came at the merest touch of the blade.
Finally, ending the anticipation she’d felt since she’d first walked through the door of the building, he grabbed her, his nails digging into the flesh of her thighs. His cock teased apart the lips of her vagina as he began thrusting. Like a jackhammer he pounded harder and harder. Elizabeth caressed Cassandra’s back with a pinwheel as he pounded at her front. The over stimulation and release of pleasure cause Cassandra to bit hard into the gag and try to scream as her whole body shocked with orgasm. His body stuttered to, as he pulled his phallus out. The veins on the side of his shaft bulged. Quickly he turned and came over the still writhing jill’s cage, covering her body in a wave of semen. The adrenaline left Cassandra’s body, as somehow she knew this spectacle was over; she then fainted into her restraints.
She awoke in silken sheets on a soft bed, her cuts had been dressed with cold damp bandages, and a gentle breeze blew from a window to the outside. She was lying face down, with jill, sitting beside her, fully dressed again in the Victorian blouse and skirt. She moved her left leg and felt a gentle tugging as she pulled against a thin metal ring round her ankle chained to the bed. jill noticed she was awake, and softly said, “Sleep now, the Master was pleased with you, tonight will be greater still.” Then she quietly slipped out through the door, as Cassandra drifted off in to a dreamless sleep, the cuff giving a strange feeling of security.

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His Angel Part 2

Amanda curled up again in Douglas’s arms. She wanted to push the world away and began to cry once more. He raised her chin, kissed her softly on the lips. “Honey, you, and I both know there is Bryan to consider. You two have five years together and there is something between you, or you would not of been together this long. You need to talk to him, seriously now, you owe him that much.”
“You’re right! Oh god, how can life be so complicated!” As she methodically went through the motions of getting dressed, she again wondered what in the hell just happened to her. Was the feeling she having just lust of a sex starved homemaker? Or was it love? The more she thought about it, the more she realized that her feelings for him were more then just lust. Lust does not make you want to cuddle and talk for hours on end.
He pulled into the parking area of the mall. She thought the dam would burst and she would float out of the truck on a blanket of tears. However, she had known in her heart that she had to be sensible.
She looked into his eyes, “Hell, why does this have to be goodbye? I know in my heart that we’ll meet again.”
He held her close and kissed her hard, then pinched her ass. “That’s a big 10-4 doll. I love you!”
She watched his rig drive out of sight. Wishing she was still with him. Then she walked toward the store to look for her sister, who was picking her up. She found her near the vending machines, drinking a soda and reading the newspaper. “Hi Sis, how long have you been sitting here? “
Her sister saw that Amanda was beaming from ear to ear. “Oh not long, did you have a good time honey?”
“I will tell you all about it on the drive home.”
As her sister drove to her home, Amanda chattered as if a love struck teen. When she stopped talking and glanced at her sister, she had that, girl you have gone loco look in her eyes.
When they got home, her sister brewed some coffee. Then Amanda began to give her all the juicy details of her sexual encounter with Douglas. She was sure that she loved him.
Her sister looked at her sternly. “Amanda, how can you know that? You’ve just met the guy. Honey, stop, and think things through will you. You have not even taken the time to get over Bryan. Here you go, plunging off the cliff once more. I think you need to steer completely free of men for at least a month. If this is love, what’s the hurry?”
She thought of her sister’s works all night. Damn-it, has she done it once more? You ran from one crappy situation into the arms of a man, without seeing what lay ahead. You also did not take care of your broken heart. She wondered if it was really lust. “Oh no,” she concluded. No man had ever touched her like that and made a spark go clear to her soul. No–one–it was love!
The next few weeks were hard. She was confused and terribly alone. He was on the road. All she could do was think about him! God, she wanted to hold him close and feel his naked body next to hers. She wanted to feel his lips. Kissing her and going from her sweet lips to her clit, setting every inch of her ablaze with passion. She realized she had to have him in her life, no matter what.
She did not want to talk with Bryan, or see him. Heaven forbid she could not even bring herself to the point of telling his she had found another man. He was due to bring her things down the following weekend. She knew that if she saw him, things might be different.
Hell, he might even sweep her off her feet. Then take her off to the nearest hotel to talk or make love to her all night. It would be nice if he did that. It would mean he had come to his senses. After all, she had over five years invested in their relationship. Something was there, or it would not have gone this far. She sat her feelings about Douglas on the back burner and once again focused on Bryan. She knew that in her own way, she did love Bryan, no matter how scattered brained he was. She just knew this was the last chance to rekindle that love.
All day Friday, she could think of nothing else. She envisioned Bryan grabbing her and kissing her, telling her, he would not let go until they talked privately. Then she went a step further and she saw him loving her like he did the first time they made love. She had herself convinced that this little trip away from him could indeed bring him to his senses.
That Saturday morning, she was up before the alarm went off. By this time, she was a nervous wreck.
She went to talk with her sister. “I can’t face Bryan. I cannot stand to be in the same room with him!” Her sister wiped her tears and told her she could not have to see Bryan until they had unloaded all of her stuff. She could sit in her bedroom and try to stay calm.
If anyone knows Amanda, they are aware that when she is upset she is worse then a loose tornado.
When the time was right, her sister came into the room and told her she Bryan was there. He was waiting for her in the den. She would leave the two of them alone so they could talk privately. If Amanda needed her, all she had to do was come and knock on her bedroom door.
The steps Amanda took toward the den felt like a ten-mile walk. When their eyes met, Bryan took her into his arms. “I love you. I hope your visit with your sister is going well and that you have not been in a lot of pain.” He proceeded to show her the things he brought down for her. Explaining he forgot to follow the list, but she could make him a new one. He then moved the heavy stuff around, placing them where she wanted them. He then set up her computer.
About that time, her sister knocked on the door. She excused herself, saying that Amanda had a phone call. She asked if she wanted her to take a message. Amanda told her she had better take it, because it might be her son. He was worried about her. She left the den and took the phone call in her sister’s bedroom, that way, she could talk freely.
When she answered it, she discovered it was Douglas. He was inquiring if she was ok. She told him, she was all right. Considering the fact her heart had been shattered in a million shards and her marriage was over. She would feel him in on details later on. Right now, she was too upset to think straight. She then went back into the den to see if Bryan needed any more help.
She was hoping he would say, “Let’s go someplace private so we can talk things out honey.” All he did was tell her he was finished and needed to start the long drive home. He kissed her and told her he would send an email to her when he got home. Nothing more was said. With tears in her eyes, she walked him toward the back door.
Bryan stopped her. “I do not want you to follow me out to my truck. I think it is best we say our good-bye here.” He left closing the door behind him.
She walked back into the den. Then stood in the middle of the room with her fist clenched tightly screaming, “God-damn–it,” repeatedly! Her sister rushed into the room, held her close, and told her to stop.
She looked into her sister’s eyes. “What in the fuck is wrong with that man? It was as if Bryan did not love me at all. Oh god, how could I have been so stupid and marry him?” It took her sister late into the night, to calm Amanda down. She knew if she did not let her cry, the pain would torment her more and cause more health problems.
Amanda finally wiped the last teardrop from her eyes. “That’s it, NO-MAN, is worth two fucking years of tears! I thought he would take me home and make sure we were back on track and never let me go again. My god, he just killed the last sliver of love I have for him. Nothing will make me go back to that town or him at all now. If it’s okay with you sis, this is now my home!”
“My home is your home, anytime you need a place to stay. Now just try to rest for now. We can talk about things Monday.”
Amanda then attempted to sleep. Tomorrow she would have to rebuild the rest of her life. She knew she could do this. She had been down this road before. She hated that road too, but sometimes life throws us a curve ball. We just need to take careful aim and knock that ball clean out of the ballpark.
The next morning she wrote Douglas an email. She told him she was sure that her feelings for him were love. The sensations were not those of sex-starved wife. She wanted to nurture that love and watch it grow. Then she told him what happened between her and Bryan. Adding there was nothing in her life now that would block her feelings for him. She knew she was once again happy and on the verge of a new romance.

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Cory and Tilly

Cory and Tilly knew the feelings they had for one another were more than those of normal brother sister relationships, but they weren’t the stereotypical brother and sister dynamic. They accepted their feelings and they got on with their lives, until an overload of emotions bring these two, broken, tragically flawed twins together.

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HAVING S-E-X FOR THE FIRST TIME, FOR BOTH OF YOU

For both partners:
HOW DO I HAVE “GOOD” SEX?
What follows is not a set of rules. Rules about sex are impossible–
what should matter is that what you do makes you feel good. And
“feeling good” should last past the sex itself– you should not feel
anxious afterwards about getting her pregnant or catching some
horrible disease, so planning ahead about contraception and safe sex
is part of the idea.
WHAT TIME SHOULD WE HAVE SEX?
When you have sex doesn’t really matter. What should matter instead
is that you and your partner have sex when you are both comfortable.
Some people prefer to make love at the break of dawn, some in the
afternoon sun, some in the darkness of night. More important than
time of day is the time you have to spend. Give yourself a lot of
time to have sex the first time. A weekend is ideal, but at least the
whole day, including sleep time.
SHOULD WE EAT OR DRINK ANYTHING BEFORE SEX?
Avoid eating a heavy meal, since that’ll just make you sleepy. Eat
light, don’t drink too much alcohol, if any at all. It may help you
shed inhibitions, but it may also make his erection much more
difficult to achieve and you want to spend more time in the bedroom
than the bathroom anyway, right?
WHERE SHOULD WE HAVE SEX?
Where you have sex is probably a more important decision. Finding a
place where you both can be private for up to forty-eight hours can
be difficult at that age where most people are planning on losing
their virginity. But it’s worth it. Cars are no longer big enough to
have sex in, and the outdoors has less privacy, bugs, sand, and pine
needles.
A bed is probably the best thing to make love in, still. Hopefully
you’ll have a room to yourself, with all the amenities that a bedroom
affords, including heat, comfort, space, and the bathroom. Take a
shower together! If you’re about to have sex, you’ve probably had
your hands all over each other before now. Get to know each other’s
bodies. Take your time. That’s what lovemaking is about.
WHAT DO WE NEED TO BRING?
Bring what you need to make you comfortable. Birth control, condoms,
maybe your favorite pillow or a bathrobe.
For her:
WHAT DO I DO FIRST?
You can’t expect him to know what makes you feel good. You’ll have to
tell him or show him, and that may mean taking some of the
initiative, taking his hands and placing them where they make you
feel good. Go slow. If it’s his first time, he may well be totally
nervous about what you’re about to do, and his penis may not respond
at first. Patience, gentleness, and understanding are required to
bring it back to life, and that may be hard for you to achieve, but
that’s why we told you to give yourselves lots of time.
WILL IT HURT?
You have probably heard horror stories about how much losing your
virginity hurts. For a few women, it does, but with the right touch
and the right partner, you should be able to take his penis into your
body without pain. Have him take his time, use a lubricant, and press
his fingers into you, opening you up slowly. Tell him when it feels
good and when it hurts.
WHAT POSITION SHOULD I USE?
Many women prefer to have sex the first time being on top, where they
can control the first entry. Others want to be on the bottom and give
their lovers that control. Choose what’s best for you. Just remember
to tell him to go slow, take your time, and if you feel the need, use
a commercial lubricant like KY Jelly.
For him:
WHAT IF I CAN’T GET IT UP?
It may sound funny, but your penis, which has worked great for years,
may suddenly go on strike at your first chance at “real” sex. That’s
natural– you’re nervous. Take a deep breath. Do something else for a
while with your hands, your lips and your tongue. Try to forget about
your anxiety, and your penis will respond. It’s only a temporary
thing.
SHOULD I TELL HER IF I’M A VIRGIN?
Many men think that because they’re men, they should be in charge of
the sex, regardless of who has the more experience. If you’re a
virgin and she’s not, tell her, and let her lead if she wishes. This
is as much a learning experience as a loving one. Don’t be afraid to
confess the truth. A lot of women would rather know that your
fumbling is inexperience, rather than just sheer ineptitude, and will
gratefully show you the ways of the world.
WILL WE COME AT THE SAME TIME?
Don’t worry about making orgasm simultaneous, either. Some women do
not orgasm during intercourse, and even if your girlfriend is capable
of climax, the odds are very much against you coming at the same
time. Enjoy yourself, and rely on her to tell you the truth when
she’s enjoying herself.
WHAT IF I ORGASM TOO SOON?
If you actually climax much too soon before you wanted to, take your
time, take a nap, and try again. The second time you should be much
more relaxed and ready to take your time– so will your penis.
AM I BIG ENOUGH? TOO BIG? THE RIGHT SHAPE?
Another common concern is size. The average penis is slightly more
than five and a half inches in length when erect, and that’s more
than enough to hit every major nerve center in the vagina, the
legendary G-spot included. The vagina is capable of stretching to
take a large penis, or shape itself to pleasure a small one. Size has
very little to do with your ability as a lover.
Another common issue is shape. Some men become concerned because
their penis bends downwards, or to the left, and assume that because
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normal. Others worry that a downward bend will make sex difficult or
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Keep in mind that sex can be performed in any number of positions.
The penis and vagina can be matched in many different ways, and each
new position can bring new pleasures to you and your partner. Some
people believe that a downward-bending penis is much easier to
perform oral sex upon.
WILL I BE A GOOD LOVER?
Being a good lover doesn’t happen automatically. With the right
partner, time, care, and practice, you have everything you need to
become a great lover. Your first times, for both you, will be
fumbling and awkward, but hopefully they’ll be the start of great
times for the rest of your lives.

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Hardwood Saloon

This is my story for the CAW7 – Calling All Writers Challenge #7
the challenge was to write a story about.
“Females For Hire”
I chose to go with a western, modeled after the two-reeler that were shown at Saturday Matinees . This is the fist chapter of serial.
Of course with the prerequisite cliffhanger at the end.
Hardwood Saloon
The cattle drive was finally over it had been a month of Sundays since I had been back in DeSoto city, my home Town.
The days were at their shortest and the nights were cold and long but no more sleeping on the ground in a bedroll tonight, oh tonight a bed a real bed indoors out of the cold.
After dropping my horse at the livery.
Plowing thought the dust I crossed the street and headed for the Hardwood Saloon.
Weighed down by my saddlebags, my heavy boots causes the boards on the sidewalk to clatter and bang as I proceeded on my way.
It had been quite a spell since we had any appreciable rain and the boards had all shrunk and become loose.
The town was almost deserted I wondered where was everyone?
Opening the storm door I entered the saloon everything was where it belonged, to the right was the bar, of hand polished mahogany running a good forty foot long with an L at the front end just beyond the bar there was a set of stairs leading up to the second floor and the “guest” rooms.
A mezzanine spanned over the stage at the back of the room.
There were maybe sixteen round tables scattered around the floor each with a half dozen chairs.
The big potbelly stove was warming the place nicely.
The floor was of red oak hence the saloon’s name.
“Well look what the cat dragged in”.
“It’s nice to see you to Aunt Katharine”.
“ Shush your mouth. I’ve told you before not to call me that here, I don’t want the customers to know that”.
Looking around “What there’s only one old man in here and he’s asleep.
“ OH that’s just Bill, you remember him he’s the piano player”.
“Ok, ok Miss Kitty. So where is everyone”?
“You have been out on the trail a long time haven’t you? It’s December 24, Christmas eve most are home with kinfolk”.
Katherine, oh I mean Miss Kitty went over an yelled up the stairs
“Ginny get your ass down here there’s someone here to see you”!
“Tell him to come back on Tuesday I’m on a fucking holiday” she bellowed from her room upstairs.
“No I think you’ll want to see him, better hurry before he gets mad and leaves”.
A long period of silence followed before she finally appeared on the balcony.
EEEEK “Ben your back”!
She bounded down the stairs and nearly bowled me over in one fell swoop;
wrapping her arms around me she gave me a bear hug that almost took my breath away.
Leaning back and gazing up trying to Look me in the eye “you’ve grown” she exclaimed
“No I haven’t I’m still eighteen hands tall”
“NO you big lummox, I can’t get my arms around you like I use to”.
“Well I guess I did put-on a few pounds
just sitting in the saddle for six months can do that don’t you know”
“Be careful or I might say the same thing about you to kid, all you do is……
Miss Kitty leaned over and put a finger to my lips “ Now Ben you know that there are ladies present”.
Ginny was only two years younger than myself and oh how I loved to give her a hard time!
“Come on let’s get you settled in your room out behind the kitchen” Miss Kitty said
Dropping my things in my old room I rejoined them in the kitchen sitting at the table I began telling my tale.
On this drive Cooky brought his wife Bertha
with him. He was a big Swede and his wife was even bigger. They manned one of the largest chuck wagons to sail the prairies. It was built by the smith company.
It had three axles with six wheels and was twenty feet long with a tin roof and a fold out bed. More like a gypsy caravan.
We had only been on the trail for about one week when they got into a squabble.
That evening he got really drunk and started to badmouth her. Finally he offered her to anyone who wanted to have their way with her!
I myself had no interest in her; let’s just say that if she were to wonder into the herd you would have a hard time picking her out. I told the rest of the boys that if they wanted to eat well on the drive they should steer clear of her.
The trail boss Jim Walker had also had a bit too much drink that night, after Cooky passed out he took him up on his offer. In a nearby grove of trees you could hear her squeals of protest for half the night. Quiet like a mouse we snuck up on them and watched the show
That next day Cooky was defiantly in a foul mood and we all kept clear of him lets not you wanted to catch a meat cleaver.
The following morning big Jim didn’t get up for breakfast, one of the boys went to check on him they found him dead. There was no sign of a struggle he just passed on in his sleep. He was in his fifty’s and maybe it was his time. At least he got in one last roll in the hay.
At the next town I sent a telegram to the owners informing them of Jim’s demises and word came back promoting me to trail boss putting a pretty penny in my pocket. Being nearly thirty I was the second oldest and most experienced hand.
Sitting at the table as I told my story I felt something brush past my leg at first I thought that it was just one of the cats that mill around the kitchen but then it started to crawl up my britches.
Just as I was about to jump up and shoot the critter Ginny saw the vexation in my eyes and said “sorry BEN”!
Having been out on the land for so long your first reaction when something crawls on you is to shoot first and ask questions later.
At dinner she started to play footsie again. Now I was more receptive to her advances. She had never done anything playful like that before and it caught my totality off guard.
After dinner we retired upstairs to Ginny’s room. She had the nicest room in the place with two windows; the walls were papered with a large floral print with matching curtains. The ceiling was painted white, a braided rug on the floor and an oversized brass bed.
On the dressers stood two oil lamps of cobalt glass set on either side of the wash basin in front of a large mahogany framed mirror.
That bed looked so inviting it was all poofed up with a dust ruffle and pillow shams.
The lamps cast a warm glow in the room but the saloon itself was growing cool, with no patrons that night the fire in stoves was left to die down.
Before we went up I stopped at the bar and procured a bottle of Cognac off the top shelf along with two fine long stemmed glasses.
Over between the widows were two upholstered chairs and a small table with a very ornate frosted oil lamp resting upon it.
I set the glasses on the table pulled the cork from the bottle and partially filled the snifters.
We sat in the chairs and caught up on the last six months as the bottle got lighter and lighter.
The icy fingers of a late December night were trying to poke their way into the saloon.
Ginny said she was getting cold; I wrapped a shawl around her and went off to tend to the stoves.
Upon my return I found the bed covers turned down and Ginny reposing on the bed wearing only some frilly Lingerie.
“I though that you were cold”?
“I won’t be if you come here and keep me warm in bed”.
I didn’t need any more encouragement
than that. I peeled off my shirt and dropped my pans were I stood.
She then cleared her throat and pointed at the chair. Blushing with embarrassment I picked up my things folded them and placed them on the chair.
“Well hurry up before I catch my death of a cold”.
Blowing out two of the lamps I hopped into bed and drew the covers over us.
Did you hear that”?
“No what”?
“Up on the roof, there it is again,
it’s kindaof a clicking sound.
I’ve got the strangest feeling that we are being watched”
“You’re just imagining things it’s just the wind blowing that long branch on the roof” she said.
“There, over there it’s the windows that clicking”
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, Was a miniature person, and peeking he had been here.
So lively and quick he took off across the roof lickety-split
Closing up the window I headed back to bed
“that kid was lucky if I had, had my gun I would have really made him dance”
That clicking sound was back “get the hell out of here you little scallywag, picking up one of the tiny pillows I threw it at the source of the noise.
“Oh look it’s just one of the cats and he got a mouse in his mouth”. And it was still clicking
Picking up a second pillow, “I hope I didn’t damage that pillow there so delicate”. Inspecting it further I notated the little tag that read “Microsoft filling” “what the hell is Microsoft “? I asked Ginny
“I don’t have the foggiest idea all I know is it comes from the west coast”.
Pulling the covers tightly over us we held each other tightly a slight shiver overtook us as we shook off the cold.
Our lips meant as things started to heat up.
Rubbing her back and drawing close to me when suddenly I nearly jumped out of my skin.
“Mercy woman your feet are like ice”!
“I just wanted to warm them up; your thighs are so hot I didn’t think you would notice”.
“God Ginny you want it to shrivel up and disappear you did that on purpose.
Finally settling down cradling her in my arms we started to kiss again soon our tongues meant mine gliding over hers, then hers over mine.
Rolling onto my back I placed her demure body atop mine.
Rubbing her shoulders with my hand she started to rhythmically gyrate her hips against my cock
Savoring every inch of her back and needing It so.
Tongues danced to an unsung melody as body temperature rose.
Breaking the kiss we roiled on our sides my hands went to her full round breast the velvet smoothness in stark contrast to my calloused fingers. Her hand stroking across my abs as she made small cooing sounds.
Roiling her nipples between my thumb and fingers caused her back to arch sending her hand to my manhood. Wrapping her dainty hand around it. Stroking gently it at first but soon thrashing me with great vigor.
I held her hand in mine stopping her, looking into her violet eyes “Let’s take it slowly we’ve got all night, it’s not like there is someone waiting to take my place”.
At first I thought that she was going to slap me but with a small shrugged of her shoulders.
“You’re right, Sorry, old tricks diehard”.
After all the time I spent dreaming about this night I didn’t want it to be over in just five minutes.
She giggled, I laughed.
As if someone had turned the page back we started over resting quietly I ran my hands slowly over her noticing when she would flinch or sigh
Finding my way back to her breast I cupped one in my left hand. With my right I raised her head up to mine and we kissed. A warm and tender kiss to savor our time together again.
My left hand with a mind of it’s own playfully pinched her nipple
Her hand found its way to my balls she rolled them gingerly massaging one then the other diving under the covers she swallowed me down in one gulp
With her in this position it was easy for me to pleasure her
Crawling back up she throws her leg over me settling down on my stomach lightly sweeping her tits back and forth across my chest
Her tawny hair fell in ringlets upon my face tickling my nose she always wanted to be on top and in control.
Sliding her hands between us she grasps my cock in her hand guiding it home letting it part her oh so slightly
I tried to thrust up to meet her “ No, no, no how just the head, you said that you wanted to take it slowly” with an almost inaudible grown I relaxed relinquishing to her
It felt like she was kissing my little head her lips would flutter around the head as she gradually inserted it only to pop it right back out over and over she had my boiler stoked and with a full head of steam I though that my pop valve was going to blow.
Sensing the imminent explosion
Ginny withdrew and rested our lips locked with tongues exploring the caverns beyond as if it was a lazy summer afternoon.
In due time her hand snaked its way back down guiding me back in and to my relief she let me slide all the way in.
She wasn’t through playing her little games though. Once I was all the way in she clamped down on me like a vice did she ever have muscle control and control them she did sending delicate waves of pleasure up and down my spine.
Bring me to the brink once more.
Ginny was really enjoying her devilish game.
Then, Oh, then oh god she rode my like the stallion I wished I was.
I held back as long as I could eventually being over cumed by the most magnificent climax a man has ever experienced.
Both of us well spent we embraced in the bliss of the afterglow
Just before we drifted off to sleep with one last kiss as our lips parted and in unison we said “Merry Christmas”
The next morning when I got down to the kitchen the stove was cold
“Hello, Miss Kitty what do I do about breakfast”?
Poking her head around the corner
“We go up the street to the new place next to the marshal’s office; come on I’ll take you there now”.
The clock on the wall read 9.12 when we entered the small shop but even at this hour the establishment bristled with activity. Taking a seat at a table, the thing was barely big enough for two. An older rather plump woman came over to our table “hello Miss Kitty”.
“Good mooring Flo, this is Ben he just got back into town, been out on a cattle drive for the last six months”.
“Nice to make your acquaintance, hunn now what will you have”?
“Bacon & eggs with coffee”.
In a blink of an eye she was gone
“ Dunkin open this place last September and It’s has been thriving ever since. His secret is the coffee Chase & Sanborn he get’s its from Boston the first coffee company to package and ship coffee in tin cans
“What are those little cakes that they are eating over there”? I inquired
“ Oh that’s his other money maker, It’s deep fried dough in the shape of an O that’s way it cooks all the way through”.
“ Deep fried Dough, Nuts those things must sit like lead in your stomach all day”!
“No they’re delicious. You’re going to have to try one and see for yourself”.
And with that Flo was back with my food.
“Boy your fast” I said as she set the plate in front of me
“Well I hope you’re nice and slow” giving me a wink. She was back in an instant with two mugs of coffee and a plate of those fried dough thingies giving me a quick goose as she departed.
Grabbing the utensils and preparing to dig in, but the spoon was so slippery it shot out of my hand and landed on the floor. A flash and there was Flo bending over to retrieve it giving me a magnificent view of her overly ripe melons
Wiping the spoon on her little apron she placed it in my hand closing my fingers around it her hand lingering “Try to hang on it could be a bumpy ride”.
I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead as she departed, the sight of that grand canyon etched itself into my mind. Oh what great mammarys
Taking a gulp of coffee
Dam that’s stuff is good not like the mud Cooky would make out on the trail. I nearly drained in before setting it back on the table. And there was Flo with a coffee pot trying to fill it up again.
Putting my hand over the cup “whoa nelly I’m only paying for one cup”.
“You silly nit it’s a bottomless cup”.
Picking up the mug I held it over my head and looked at the bottom.
“The mug’s all there if not the coffee would be all over the floor” I said as I set it back down
Filling it back up “You’re just funning me I know that you’re not as dumb as a hitching post”.
She said as she headed back to the kitchen
“that wasn’t very nice of you; you were just funning her weren’t you”?
I just sat there with my big who me grin on my face.
Finishing off the bacon and eggs I picked up one of the dough noughts it was greasy feeling with a bit of a hard crust bringing it up to my nose it a pleasant aroma. Then I took a bite, I thought I had died and gone to heaven! Never in all my born days had I ever tasted anything like that before.
“These are inedible”!
“What, you mean that you don’t like them”?
“No, No there really good”.
“OH you mean incredible”.
“Yes that’s the word; I could eat a dozen of these things”.
“What was that you said about them sitting like lead”?
“That’s before I tasted one”.
Flo returned “I see that you’re finished this there anything else I can get for you, Coffee, tea or me”?
“Now Flo cut that out your embarrassing the boy”.
“We got to get going, how much do I owe you”? I said starting to stand up.
“Did you like the coffee”?
“Yes it was very good”.
“Well in that case it will be $4.50”.
“WHAT FOR A CUP OF COFFEE”!!
“No just getting you back for earlier,
its three bits”.
I pulled out a fifty cent piece, placing it in her hand “keep the change”.
Flo gave me a pat on the ass on our way out
“ youall cume back soon now”.
“Looks like someone has taken a shine to you”
Miss Kitty taunted me on our way back to the saloon.
After breakfast I took my saddlebags over to the bank
“ Hi Clayton I would like to make a deposit” I said as I dumped the contents of the bags on his desk.
“How much did they pay you on that last drive”?
“Not this much, But I’m darn good at playing poker”.
“You see Clayton this I reckoned it to be my last trail drive. The railroads are pushing west and there no need to drive the cattle all the way to Dodge City anymore. I made the most of this trip and won nearly every hand of poker I played to the sorrow of any man that sat at the table with me”.
Clayton proceeded to count it out making piles upon piles and after three times through.
“Good god man do you know how much you got here? You got more money than me”!
I just stood there and grinned, little did he know that wasn’t all of it. I also had a Secret
stash buried outside of town just in case.
Handing me a bankbook and shaking my hand like a pump handle.
“I’m so glad to do business with you Ben Thank You for stopping by. Oh and by the way here is an 1888 calendar to celebrate the New Year”.
Kitty opened the saloon back up on Tuesday afternoon and by 8pm the place was packed , the crowed was a rowdy one most of the men had been stuck at home for the past three days and they needed to blow off some steam. Around ten I went upstairs to get away from the noise and confusion. Things were much more peaceful out on the trail; it was going to take some time for me to get accustomed to this environment again.
Ginny and I were back on her bed
suddenly a shot rang out the place went quiet then someone screamed
“He shoot bill”
Grabbing my gun I rushed back down to confront the gunman.
God he was big, but also quite drunk enabling me to land a sucker punch sending him stumbling backwards falling and hitting his head against the bar as he dropped . Down for the count, I was able to hog tie him and sent for the marshal.
Miss kitty tried to comfort bill. His wound was severe and before doc could get there, with his final breath “tell my wife I love her” he slipped away.
In the short time that it took for help to arrive the saloon had emptied out.
****************************
Marshal Tomas and his depute, Daug burst through the doors the small crowed that remained parted to let them pass.
Looking down at the man I just finished tying up “ NOT you again, your in a heap of trouble boy”
He then looked over to Miss Kitty.
Still holding Bill in her arms all she did was shake her head.
Turning back he let go a mighty kick simultaneously waking him back up and then causing him to pass out again.
“Get this piece of shit out of here”. he said as he turned to face me then started to laugh
“For gods sakes man go put on your pants”.
That’s when I realized that in my haste to get down to see what had happened I forgot something.
As I turned to retrieve me dignity Ginny was standing there holding my trouser.
The next day they held a funeral for Bill
Most of the townsfolk turned out to pay their last respects the small church was overwhelmed with more people than had been there on Christmas.
There was a young black man played the piano, I was quite impressed with his ability
after the services I asked the preacher what the young man’s name was and he replied “Mr. Joplin”.
That night the saloon was quiet, real quiet with no one to play the piano. A few of Bill old friends stopped by and held an Irish wake for him.
The next day I sat down with Miss Kitty, Ginny and the rest of the ladies. It was decided that things were changing and that some new rules needed to be implemented.
First no guns allowed inside, if you had a gun it needed to checked at the door.
Ginny mention that the building next-door was empty. The emporium occupying it had just gone out of business.
I made a bid and bought the building with it, it nearly doubled the size of the saloon.
we commenced to remodeling opening up the wall opposite the bar with two elegant arches to the new space. In the front portion of the new building we positioned the poker tables and through the rear arched passageway leading to the brothel.
The walls were covered with emerald green velvet flocked wallpaper Persian carpet covered the floor with velvet curtains everywhere
Chaise Lounges, wing backed chairs and leather ottoman with dark walnut accent end tables
made a very posh the waiting room.
We kept the entrance to the saloon as it had been but now just inside the door to your right in the alcove between the bar and the front windows was partitioned it off to form the gun check.
Surrendering your firearms you received two bar tokens one to get your gun back and the other good for one free drink, three fingers of two cents plain. These also could be redeemed at the brothel. Ten got you a free bath.
The word was put out that we were looking for a few more qualified ladies of the night to augment our staff
After Miss Kitty and Ginny had interviewed them I got the Pleasure too!
Out of the two dozen that applied we picked out four young ladies that seemed well suited for our clientele. It was exhausting work but I was up to the challenge and I knew that it would pay off well.
Mr. Joplin was hired as the new piano player.
I really liked his style it was so much different than what Bill played.
The stage was set with new lighting and velvet curtains.
Soon we were booking vaudeville acts from all over the east.
The hardwood saloon became the talk of the town and business grew tenfold
One day near the end of February the marshal came in early one evening. Seems that the widow McTavish had come to town that morning while in the general store she had fallen ill. They took her to doc’s office but there was nothing he could do for her and she died that afternoon. Her last dying words were “someone please take care of Sandy”
He said to me “Well Ben I don’t know who Sandy is, it maybe a cow or it could be her youngen. Since her husband died she always came to town alone so I don’t know anything about if she had a kid. But I do know that they had some cows. Now you benign cattle man and not tied down would you mind riding out to her ranch and take a look around see? I’ll try to find if she had any kin about”.
“I guess I can do that, I’ll leave first thing in the morning. Where is the place”?
“It’s about twenty miles west of town just over the ridge beyond the railroad tracks”.
“Dam that’s goanna be a long ride to bad the train doesn’t make a stop out there”.
The next morning I went over to the livery and picked up my horse and the widow McTavish’s wagon. I was rightly impressed with it. It was a mightily fine Studebaker wagon.
The day warmed up fast and those half dozen cups of coffee I drank earlier wanted out.
Stopping the wagon I climbed down unbutton my britches and let loose a good healthy stream on a small bush. Suddenly a rattler sprang from under the shrub piss off being pissed on
this startled the horses. The horse hitched to the wagon started to rear up as more snakes came out from under the rocks.
With my pants down around my ankles I was barely able to make in into the back of the wagon before he took off at a gallop.
Bouncing around amongst the provisions trying to get my pants up.
Rounding a bend in the road, to my horror there up ahead were the tracks with a train highballing its way toward me!
Will Ben get the wagon stopped in time or is this the end of the line?
Come back next time and find out!

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Angela

This is my story for the Calling All Writers Contest. It is a story essentially based on ?The Nightmare? by Henry Fuseli. To see the picture or for more information on the story contest the link is: http://forum.xnxx.com/showthread.php?t=310033

True Story

Crossdresser True Storie

Hi, my name is Ron. This is a story about the first time I dressed for a guy. I was bored and got online for for something to do. I have a yahoo screen name letting people know I’m a CD and bi. Well, this guy I’ve been talikng to for awhile was on and i figured “What The Hell, inite him over.” His name was Tony. He was older in his 22’s, But looked great from what i could tell from his webcam. Tony asked me if i would dress for him. I told him i was nervous but i would try. So i went up and got in the shower and shaved my body. Then went into my room and put on my thigh highs and garter. I then put on a little school girl outfit i had. A plaid mini-skirt and white blouse. I also wore 3″ heels. When Tony got there i answer the door fully dressed as a woman. I was so nervous but excited at the same time. Tony came in and sat on the couch, I sat next to him. He started telling me how nice i looked and what graet legs i had. I leanwed over and kissed him. Next thing i know he has his cock out, It was about seven inches. It looked so good i had to taste it. I slowly licked up and down his shaft. Then i took it in my mouth. Tony grabbed the back of my head and strated fucking my mouth. After i finnished sucking him he lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down. Then he started giving the best head i had ever recieved. Then he asked if i had any lube. I was ready and reached over on the end stand and handed him a tube of K-Y. He squirted some on my asshole then rubbed some on his cock. He put legs on his shoulders and leaned down and kissed me. While he was kissing me he slowly slid his cock in my ass. It hurt like hell at first, but he was so gentle and waited till the pain subsided. And slowly strated pumping in and out of my ass. he picked up the pace till he was slmming me hard. I felt his balls slapping me, it felt so wonderful. I was in heaven. I was pumping my own cock with my hand and came on my belly. After tony saw that He took his cock out of my ass and came on my belly too. Then we cuddled for awhile. It was my first time but sure wasn’t my last. Now i feel like a slut because i fuck guy all the time.
Hi, my name is Ron. This is a story about the first time I dressed for a guy. I was bored and got online for for something to do. I have a yahoo screen name letting people know I’m a CD and bi. Well, this guy I’ve been talikng to for awhile was on and i figured “What The Hell, inite him over.” His name was Tony. He was older in his 22’s, But looked great from what i could tell from his webcam. Tony asked me if i would dress for him. I told him i was nervous but i would try. So i went up and got in the shower and shaved my body. Then went into my room and put on my thigh highs and garter. I then put on a little school girl outfit i had. A plaid mini-skirt and white blouse. I also wore 3″ heels. When Tony got there i answer the door fully dressed as a woman. I was so nervous but excited at the same time. Tony came in and sat on the couch, I sat next to him. He started telling me how nice i looked and what graet legs i had. I leanwed over and kissed him. Next thing i know he has his cock out, It was about seven inches. It looked so good i had to taste it. I slowly licked up and down his shaft. Then i took it in my mouth. Tony grabbed the back of my head and strated fucking my mouth. After i finnished sucking him he lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down. Then he started giving the best head i had ever recieved. Then he asked if i had any lube. I was ready and reached over on the end stand and handed him a tube of K-Y. He squirted some on my asshole then rubbed some on his cock. He put legs on his shoulders and leaned down and kissed me. While he was kissing me he slowly slid his cock in my ass. It hurt like hell at first, but he was so gentle and waited till the pain subsided. And slowly strated pumping in and out of my ass. he picked up the pace till he was slmming me hard. I felt his balls slapping me, it felt so wonderful. I was in heaven. I was pumping my own cock with my hand and came on my belly. After tony saw that He took his cock out of my ass and came on my belly too. Then we cuddled for awhile. It was my first time but sure wasn’t my last. Now i feel like a slut because i fuck guy all the time.
Hi, my name is Ron. This is a story about the first time I dressed for a guy. I was bored and got online for for something to do. I have a yahoo screen name letting people know I’m a CD and bi. Well, this guy I’ve been talikng to for awhile was on and i figured “What The Hell, inite him over.” His name was Tony. He was older in his 22’s, But looked great from what i could tell from his webcam. Tony asked me if i would dress for him. I told him i was nervous but i would try. So i went up and got in the shower and shaved my body. Then went into my room and put on my thigh highs and garter. I then put on a little school girl outfit i had. A plaid mini-skirt and white blouse. I also wore 3″ heels. When Tony got there i answer the door fully dressed as a woman. I was so nervous but excited at the same time. Tony came in and sat on the couch, I sat next to him. He started telling me how nice i looked and what graet legs i had. I leanwed over and kissed him. Next thing i know he has his cock out, It was about seven inches. It looked so good i had to taste it. I slowly licked up and down his shaft. Then i took it in my mouth. Tony grabbed the back of my head and strated fucking my mouth. After i finnished sucking him he lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down. Then he started giving the best head i had ever recieved. Then he asked if i had any lube. I was ready and reached over on the end stand and handed him a tube of K-Y. He squirted some on my asshole then rubbed some on his cock. He put legs on his shoulders and leaned down and kissed me. While he was kissing me he slowly slid his cock in my ass. It hurt like hell at first, but he was so gentle and waited till the pain subsided. And slowly strated pumping in and out of my ass. he picked up the pace till he was slmming me hard. I felt his balls slapping me, it felt so wonderful. I was in heaven. I was pumping my own cock with my hand and came on my belly. After tony saw that He took his cock out of my ass and came on my belly too. Then we cuddled for awhile. It was my first time but sure wasn’t my last. Now i feel like a slut because i fuck guy all the time.

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A love story

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Jamz sighed as he stood before the front doors of the building that would turn his life around. As a young adult dragon hybrid walked through the doors of the Sub-Space Travel Agency for a flight to a space station in the Reptilian Nebula. For he was starting as the Head Chief for a luxurious space cruise ship that was currently in The Reptilian Nebula and was about to dock with a station so that it may pick up and drop off passengers. The work may seem a little dull to most people but the pay was to good to pass up. As he was walking towards the front desk he was thinking of how proud his mother would be, but with her disaperrence during his juvenile years(a pre-teen according to human standards about 26-50 humans years old) for witch he has always found unsettling since he remembers that his mother told him that when he becomes of age it will be a rather suttle process of him having to leave the nest. Though he may have to leave the nest, most dragons who leave the nest stay in contact with their mothers. He never met his father, nor did he know what species he was since fate has deemed that hybrids like him-self looked more like thier mothers than their fathers, rarely they have more than just a couple similarities to their fathers, he was not one of them. According to his mother he didn’t have simularites of his father. She once explained that he disappeared mysteriously a few days after he was born. Witch meant that his father didn’t leave because of him. Also he remembered the stories of his parents planning to have a child. During his young-ling years(6-25 years old for humans) he remembered the nights he’d wake up to find his mother away from the nest crying. The morning after he would surprise her with a gift to make her feel better. But he always had a feeling that she was hiding an emotion to protect him.
He was snapped out of his flashbacks when the clerk at the front desk asked for him to show some identification and the ticket redemption slip. When he handed the items over to the clerk he noticed that it was a feline hybrid that he knew many years ago. He noticed it first cause she handed back the ID and ticket redemption slip with out saying anything else other than ” Thank you for using the Sub-Space Travel Agency we hope that we see you again soon.” He continued to stand there until she looked back at him and said in a rather annoyed voice ” Can I help you sir” “Well you can tell me how you’ve been. I bet you dont remember me do you, Shara?” he replied. She sat there for a couple of moments and realized whom she was looking at. “JAMZ!!!! O BY THE GODS I HAVENT SEEN YOU IN YEARS!!!” She exclaimed ” It has been a while since I have seen anyone from the old group. Not since Balmung went to Relax-utopia. So how have you and Korek been? I’ve herd that you two are still together.” he asked as he moved to the side so that she can continue helping people.” Good, is it alright if we talk later? I go on break in a half an hour.” she said within the small gaps between customers. “Sure” he replied ” I got to go rent a room for the night anyways, my departure isn’t until tomorrow and I know how busy this place is on holidays so I wanted to guarantee myself a good seat.”
“Your telling me. Meet me in the garden area just out side the food court and we’ll catch up.” she said quickly while a customer was rumaging through thier bag for the items that Shara had asked for. He waved as he walked to the hotel part of the building.
As he was walking he noticed the many different kinds of species, full-blooded and hybrids. One thing he noticed that there was a low number of reptile species. He spotted only a handful himself included. Which made him think how alone he was in the universe. He never had a temporary mate(Girl Friend). Though through his best friend Balmung(a member of the Panda species) was able to find some one that was willing to give him Bliss through the act of “sex” is what he believed the humans called it. Though over the years he hasn’t experienced the bliss again since he spent most of his energy to school so he know that he would need to know the experience to get a good paying job.
After renting a room for the night he headed off to the food court. He grabbed some food and decided to eat in the garden section that Shara was talking about. The sunlight that shone through the trees sparkled of his black scaly body sending little reflected light beams onto many surrounding plants. Witch filled with a small spurt of happiness thinking that among all the species he was lucky enough to be among the prettiest of them. Yes he was quite a sight but for some reason he was shunned my most individuals. Yea he had a number of friends and but none was suited to be a mate, temporary or not. Again Shara snapped him out of his day dreaming once she called his name. He looked up to see Shara and Korek walking towards him. He stood up and greeted them both. Korek was a member of the Canine species. Their fur shone in the sun light. Thought Shara’s light brown, and Korek’s red fur where nice enough to seduce a number of individuals of their own species he knew that he had a greater sheen than most species, even many members of his own. But he always attributed that to him being a young adult to dragon standards(about 51-100 human years yet still quite young by dragon standards)
Over the next couple of hours the three of them caught up on the last number of years, including that Korek was now the head mechanic at the ship-docks here at the agency and Shara was accurately the head of accounting of the entire company and was working as the desk clerk as a side job so that she and Korek could house together. Jamz explained that he had been at the best culinary schools for each species that way he would have the best chance of getting a good paying job. When it was getting late, the weather was getting chilly and they all decided to go inside, though the cold didn’t bother Jamz, in fact it was quite invigorating, it reminded him of the winter days in the swamp where his nest was before his mother disappeared. The three of them went and had a few drinks at the bar located in the food court. Since he was a dragon hybrid the drinks he ordered where meant for full-blooded dragon’s and where strong for him and it wasn’t long until his head was spinning. So he headed to his room with the help of Shara and Korek.
After they made sure he was going to be fine they headed off to their own room but not before saying their goodbyes and wishes to see him again soon. A few minutes passed and he began to wash himself, and opened a window to clear his head after he was clean. He soon realized that the room he rented was not to his specifications that he requested to the desk clerk. As if by signal there was a rapping at the door, he looked through the little hole through the door to see who it was.
It was the most beautiful black dragon hybrid female he has ever seen with amazingly bright emreld eye’s and in his opinion the most perfect sized breasts, he found the eye’s extremely fetching. Since he has not seen many black dragons full-blooded or hybrid considering for a great number of years they where hunted down for reasons that escaped him and the breed was considered endangered, some believe that full black dragons no longer existed, which he did not believe since he had a strange itching feeling in the back of his head that his mother was out there somewhere.
As he opened the door he noticed a tantalizing aroma coming from the female but dismissed it as soon as he felt a sexual desire arise in his groin so he would not embrace himself. “Hello I’m Rio, I am here to change your room to your likings.” she said as she walked through the doorway. Again, as she walked by the slight breeze of her movement he smelt the same tantalizing aroma and felt the same sexual desire that he felt before when he first opened the door. She murmured a quick stream of words which meanings escaped him, and then a haze like mist contorted the room yet Rio’s outline stayed sharp and crisp. and a moment later the room rematerialized to look just like the swamp where he grew up. But without the “HOME SWEET HOME” feeling that humans referred to when they got home from long trips. “If there is anything else just call this number.” Rio said as she offered him a card with a series of numbers on it. ” Its my pager number” she said as she saw the quizzical look upon my face. He’s heard of “phones” and “pagers” and all that but never really got into it. As if to get rid of the look of confusion on his face, she strolled over to the phone that was in the room and asked him to come over so that she could show him how to use it. As he stood next to her again he smelt her tantalizing scent that wafted from her, and couldn’t help but to take some in, just to remember the smell. He noticed that she was staring him in the eye’s.
“When Dragons, even hybrids, stare at each others eye’s they can read the emotions that is running through the other at the moment. But it only works when they are staring at each others eye’s. It won’t work if one dragon is staring at a scale in between the eye’s” he remember his mother telling him not to long before she disappeared. Now he finally realized why he never know what his mother was feeling even when he gave her a gift to make here feel better.
Remembering that he concentrated on a scale in between her eye’s so that she could not see what emotions was running through him. At a glance she seemed somewhat disappointed, and for a reason he later came to the fact that it was that he saw the same pain of loneliness that he saw in his face every morning when he looked in the mirror, and looked her in the eye’s. The flood of emotions that he saw was much the same one’s he felt when he was around his friends and saw them with their mates(at the time it would have been Girlfriends or Boyfriends, remember its from a dragons point of view) and out of some desire he embraced her in a hug also covering her with his wings, he hoped that the embrace could ease her pain, letting her know that she was not the only one that feels that pain. Even through his rough chest scales he felt her relax, as if before he hugged her, she was threatened by him for some reason.
” I know what is going through you right now” she whispered in his ear ” it is the same feeling that is going through me right now. I know that you smell a tantalizing aroma coming from me. Because i can smell a just as tantalizing aroma coming from you.”
” I didn’t know how to react, I apologize for what I did. There has never been many females of our species or of any species in my life. There is only one that comes to memory and that was my mother.” he said softly. Emotions running high he suddenly felt extreme sadness remembering his mother, and the realization that there is no hope of him ever seeing her again, though his heart told him that she was still out there, some where.
” I have feel the same pain, but I never knew my mother, she was obvious black dragon for my father was of the Bird species, and he died in my arms while I tried to save him after he was attacked by owl-bear that had that disease that makes hybrids go crazy.” When she finished he recognized the same pain that he felt when remembered his mother.
Again as the embrace continued the gaps between their gentile sobbing the both recieved a waft of each others tantalizing aroma’s.Through the both of them their emotions and hormones where running wild. He felt the same sexual desire as from before in his groin, since they where they where still looking at each others eye’s he saw that she was feeling the same thing in her groin.
A few moments passed and then instinct kicked in the both of them and started to grind each other hips to one another. Slowly his penis slid out of it’s sheath hidden underneath a long scale that was like the underbelly scales of full dragons that ran from about his stomach down his tail. Their tails slowly began wrapping around each other and they slowly moved to his nest. Soon enough she presented herself to him, a sign that said she was willing to become his mate. So the Courtship began. He began slowly, moving inside her clit with little resistance and pushed himself as far as her body would allow and then slowly moving back out. Not quite all the way out he thrust his penis back into her. He slowly started trusting faster and faster. She too began to trust her hips in to his to match his thrusts to gain the most pleasure out of it. This continued until he felt the growing orgasm approach and at a slight glance he saw into her eye’s and saw she was feeling the same. He began trusting as fast as he could and she quickly matched the speed. Then it was unbearable and the thrust hard into her and she back at him and he released his load at the same time she was orgasming. Her slick warm vaginal walls clamped down on his penis milking all that he had. This lasted for a few moments and then as his penis softened and withdrew back in to its sheath they laid there until it was back in it’s sheath. They fell asleep in a lover’s embrace, forever now bonded in the most intimate way dragons could be. In the back of his head he knew that she was his mate. When he awoke she was still asleep, but it wasn’t long until she was up. she turned her head, and through the reflection of her jewel like eye’s he saw his reflection.
“You know that you can leave with me. I am the new Head Chef on the Galactic Cruise Ship that is currently in The Reptilian Nebula. I will be making enough money for the both of us.” Jamz told Rio as he was preparing his possessions for the trip later today.
“But I don’t have the money for a ticket. Most of my income goes towards my room here. I use my tips to buy my self food. How can I go with you?” she said as she was sitting in the nest watching him.
“Don’t worry about that I have more than enough money to buy you a ticket. Besides, you know Shara?” he said as he was preparing to getting ready to bathe himself
“The front desk clerk?” she inquired
“Yes, she is an old friend of mine. I am sure she can squeeze you in on the same flight as me. She is the head of accounting for the entire company. She uses the desk clerk for a little extra cash and so she can be here with her husband Korek, the head mechanic for the docks here.”
“Well…… let me finish some business and I’ll find you when I’m done.” she said as she joined him in the shower.
After showering he grabbed his things and they left the room before they parted in the hall way they embraced each other and kissed and parted. He headed towards the desk clerk for the hotel and turned in his key. He inquired about the mechanic bay so that he could inquire Korek about Shara, since he noticed she was not at the front desk.
The doe cheerfully answered his question and pointed in the general direction. A few minutes later he reached the repair bay and inquired for Korek. A min later he came walking up.
“What’s up?” he asked wiping the grease from his paw’s
“I need to talk to Shara. I need to get another ticket.” Jamz said while simultaneously taking in the sights
“She’s up in our house unit. Here.” he gabbed a piece of paper and wrote the house number down.” She should be there. If she’s not it won’t be long until she’s back. She does all her accounting crap in the house.”
So with a quick handshake and a pat on the back they said their goodbyes and Jamz when towards the housing unit wing. A few minutes later he made it to the right room. He knocked a couple times and waited for a few seconds and knocked again. Just as he was about to knock again the door opened. Shara was standing in the door way looking extremely tired.
“Are you alright? You look as if you just ran a marathon.” he asked with a hint of worry in his voice
“Yea I’m fine, I had a lot of paper work last night and finished a few minutes ago. I was about to give myself a bath” she replied with a sound of extreme exhaustion in her voice.
She invited him in and asked him to take a seat.
“Would you like something to drink?” she asked as she stood up looking over the fridge door
“No thank you, I am fine.” he replied
“So Jamz, what do you need?” she asked “Korek just called and said you needed something.”
“I need another ticket for the same flight that I am scheduled to take later on this evening.’
“If I may ask, y?” she said walking back in to the den and taking a seat across the coffee table.
If he had skin or another color of scales she would have seen him blush.”If you don’t mind I would like to keep that to myself for a while and reveal it when I am comfortable with revealing it. If you catch my meaning.”
“Then don’t bother, say something when your good and ready.” she said with what looked like to him a smirk. She then got up and grabbed a laptop from a desk and brought it back to the chair and began typing. A few minutes later she printed something.
“All you have to do is hand this to the boarding clerk.” she said as she signed it and handed him the slip of paper “With my signature its as good as a ticket. Your lucky you know me cause there was only one more open spot in your class.”
With that he got up and gave her a hug goodbye. He then left and when he turned around after she closed the door he saw Rio walking up hall with a few bags in hand. Jamz walked over and grabbed a couple of them and they started heading down to the boarding bay to wait for thier flight. The whole time his tale was wrapped around her waist and her’s around his waist.
When they arrived at the bay they still had a number of hours till boarding time and they decided to go over to the food court and grab some food. They did so and once finished took a short stroll through the garden until it was announced that thier flight was boarding and headed off for their flight. While waiting for take off they fell asleep and then felt the flight take off and in a half sleep dreams he know that his life would no longer be the same. When he woke up he noticed that they were getting close their destination and kissed Rio to let her know that they where almost there.
“I love you, and by the gods may we never part” he said to her as the ship was docking.
“Same here my love, I hope for the same thing” she replied
After departing the vessel and leaving the terminal they kissed and headed off towards the cruise liner, and with the blessings of the gods, a long and wonderful relationship.
To Be Continued…..

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“PUSSY KISSING”

Pussy Kissing
By Blueheatt
….. When Jerry became my step dad, I was already hot for him, even though I was young but of legal age in this state.
….This state has the lowest legal age of all…and I knew it…and so did he. I wanted to have sex with him right away. How could I do this with my mom married to him. I really didn’t care.
…..He was all the things my disappearing dad wasn’t. I loved to stare at him and feel my pussy get wet. I slowly developed plans to get what I wanted. Was it finally going to happen tonight?…..I was betting it would. I couldn’t wait as I had used every woman trick I had ever heard of on him to get him to have sex with me. I loved the game but now…I’d waited long enough. I wanted him and bad. ’Come on Jerry’ I said to myself…take me like I know you want to. Let’s start having the sex we both want…..
Jerry thought….
…..I thought back about all that had happened to get to this point. It was wonderful, risky, torturous, sexually exciting and I had wanted to fuck Missy for a very long time.
…..I married my wife for business reasons. She married me for a ’meal ticket’. We had a great sex life, until we got married. It went down hill from there. I found she was spending more and more time at her male cousin’s house. He was ’kind of sick’ and she was ’just helping him out‘. In the mean time her daughter Missy had some sort of big crush on me and was aggressive about it. In the evenings the wife would quickly fall asleep watching TV. and then go to bed. Missy would then come out in her long yellow night gown with a big blanket and sit by me. I would be in my robe. She would cover us both up and snuggle up to me close. Her hands soon began fondling me under the blanket. Rubbing my legs, chest and stomach. She was a petite girl for her age and had long brown hair, medium small tits, a cute hot figure and great legs. I ’kind of’ resisted her feeling me,… but…. I sure didn’t mind it. I knew better that to touch her, but her touching me?….no rules about that. Her next little trick was to sit on my lap while I was in my recliner…but…only when her mom was gone.
…. Always in that long night gown. She didn’t wear a bra and only tiny little blue panties. She would fold her legs back along side of mine and sit right on my dick. I wore my robe in the evening and mornings. I could feel her pussy open on top of my dick. She would lean back on me and put my arms around her, making sure one arm was resting touching the bottom of her little tits. She would sigh real big and then always had an ’itch’ between her legs. Up came her night gown a little, and she would reach under it and scratch? I couldn’t see but I could tell she was rubbing her clit. A slow finger movement that took a long time to ’scratch’? No way, she obviously was rubbing her pussy. One time she said: “Now don’t look.” I smiled and closed the one eye she could see. She smiled and raised up to see my other eye open. She raised her night gown up more and put one hand in her panties. That hand lifted her panties up for the other hand, with he other hand she was scratching ‘by’ her pussy. She took a long time scratching ’something’ and her breathing increased. She checked smiling to see of I was looking. I blinked to take a peek. She grinned and said: “Hey…your peeking Jerry.” I chuckled and she smiled big. All this time I was trying ..not…to get a hard on, but my dick insisted on getting full and a little stiff. Oh my she liked that. She adjusted her pussy on top of my dick.
Missy….
……I got this trick from my girlfriend, who was already having sex with her dad. He would say: “Here, let me scratch that for you and he would finger her pussy. His dick would come up and one time she slipped it in her pussy, when her mom wasn’t around. He fucked her right there the first time. After that they fucked all over the house. Jerry wouldn’t do that, so on to my next trick. “Carry me to my bedroom daddy.” I would say, and he would. I wouldn’t let go of his neck and drug him down on top of me giggling. It felt so good to have him on top of me, even if it was for a few seconds. I tried to hold him on top of me and feel his big dick on my pussy. It was huge and I think he was afraid what would happen. It took mine and his breath away when his dick pushed against my pussy. This was the best and closest so far and I kept it up each chance I got….
Jerry….
….Her little ’carry me’ trick was torture. My dick felt her warm pussy and went crazy. My one brain cell dick was trying to get out of my shorts and robe. ‘It’… wanted to get her pussy bad. Having her breathing in my ear, spreading her legs apart and hold tight to my neck, didn’t help. If you add up all her little sexy tricks I was getting weak trying not to fuck her….I was loosing the resistance battle.
Missy…..
…..Jerry needed to realize, mom was probably fucking her cousin. I’d seen them sneaking feels from a long time ago. Ok, let her fuck him, and let me have Jerry. It seemed to work out good for everyone in my mind. It was time for my next tricks on Jerry.
…..I got new skates and skate outfit to wear. Of course I came out and just had to show Jerry when mom was over ‘helping’ her cousin. I flipped up the little short skirt to show off how ….opps!…Oh my, it seems I forgot the panties. He sat there delighted. I ask him to put my shoe skates on me. I sat on the couch as he got on his knees on the floor in front of me. I put one leg on his shoulder while he messed with the first skate. His face was now a foot away from my naked slit staring him in the face. I smiled big pulled up the little short skirt and laid my knee over to let him see what he was missing out on. I kept moving my foot as he struggled to get the shoe skate on. I scooted myself closer to him, as if to help. I did all I could to keep him from getting that skate on.
Jerry…..
…..She was up to her sex tricks again and I couldn’t get that skate on this way. Her pussy was open and I could not only see it, but smell her pussy and her perfume. My dick was bent over hard in my jeans now.
…..I could only take so much of this.
…..I grabbed her above her hips and turned her on her back on the couch. I put her one leg up on the back of the couch, and got on my knees on the couch. I moved up with my big boner bulging and held her other beautiful warm leg in tight to my chest. Her eyes went wide like I was going to fuck her right now. I held the one leg and crammed the skate on her foot and laced it up. Her tits were rising up and down with her excited breathing. I held that leg up and bent down and……
kissed her pussy, with a quick firm lick on her clit.
…..She let out a moan of delight. I said: “There…there’s one skate.” I put that leg down. I did the other one. I kissed her pussy again with another quick firm lick on her clit, and said: “There….all finished!”
…..She tried to talk but just panted for air….
Missy…
…..When Jerry kissed my pussy, I got chills all over my body like I had never felt before. I wasn’t expecting that. It took my breath away and my pussy felt heavenly tingles. I wanted more of them and I was determined to get them.
Jerry….
….. I picked her up by her little waist and sat her up. She started to put her arms around my neck to pull me down on top of her. I stopped her and held hands with her. She, with all the drama she could muster started in thanking me and “Oh Jerry, thank you, I couldn’t have done it without you“…and on and on. I interrupted and said: “You can thank me later when moms gone.” Her face lit up as she quick held my face and kissed me with a quick dart from her tongue.
….I decided to have a little fun with her. Now It was me teasing, taunting and bumping feels on her! I started giving her looks like ‘I would love to fuck you girl‘. I would rub against her when no one was looking. I let my hand brush against her sweet little ass. I let my arm or elbow rub against her tits. She was loving this and returned the sneaking of feels. Her hand brushed against my cock, she backed up her little ass against me every chance she got.
Missy….
……Finally I felt I was getting close to having sex with Jerry. Now after those two pussy kisses he gave me, he was responding to me. I was so happy and horny now. I thought about those two pussy kisses as I masturbated about him that night.
….. I can still feel those kisses on my pussy…. if I close my eyes….., but now to take it further and further.
….Mom started staying away more and more now and claimed to helping her poor cousin. She now stayed overnight for days. She forgot one thing when she made a quick stop by…she smelled like aftershave and same smell I noticed when I gave my boyfriend a hand job…cum. Jerry didn’t seem to care as he and I did the house work and grocery shopping. It was time to advance my desire to have sex with him.
….I would wait until he was asleep and the sneak in his bedroom and slowly crawl in bed with him. I would slowly scoot close to him and snuggle up. Now I slept with him every night. Each night I snuggled closer to him. Sometimes he would get a big erection as I watched him tent his pajama bottoms. One night I got brave and as I saw his erection come up, I carefully rested my hand on it. It was warm and big. I started slowly stroking it.
Jerry…..
…..I slowly started waking up to a nice stroking on my cock. I soon realized who it was. I let her have her fun. Soon she reached inside my pajamas and took out my hard cock. No wife to speak of now, and her beautiful sexy daughter giving me a hand job. That was the tipping point.
…..I rolled towards her and slowly reached up her night gown. I felt her warm pussy. She gasp as I ran my finger up and down her slit. Now her hand trembled as she kept stroking me. I could tell her anticipation was at it’s peak. Are we going to have sex…or not?
….. I pulled her towards me and my cock went between her legs. She held onto my cock, pressing it against her pussy and was still able to stroke it some. Her eyes were closed as our lips met. She began quietly moaning as our tongues played. Up went her leg and she began to rub the head of my cock on her wet slit. I massaged her tits and squeezed them gently. I got on top of her while she held my cock, ready to guide it in. Her knees came up and out to her wide open pussy.
….I let it happen…
…..Up and down she guided the head of my cock across her wet pussy lips. She found the spot she wanted and I inched it back and forth slowly in. Her arms went around my neck as her hips responded to my strokes. She moaned in my ear steady. Her legs wrapped around mine and we reach our rocking together motion. She was tight, but soon all smoothed up and our motion speeded up. Her pussy kept contracting around my cock, pulling it in a little deeper each stroke. She started to shake and moan louder…then so loud my ear began to ring. She suddenly started fucking faster and stopped with a long moan as she pulled me deep in her pussy.
….. I shot like a cannon in her. Shot after shot as she moaned loud and her pussy squeezed my cock. She just kept fucking me deep as I shot more. We both tried to breathe deeply to get some air. I got dizzy and wrapped myself around her.
….I don’t remember much after that point. I kind of woke up with my cock still in her and it felt like she had a death grip on me. Her pussy was twitching on my still hard cock. I rolled us off on our sides. I held her sweet ass as we started part two….
———
Missy….
……”Hi, is my mom there?…Hi Mom, would you please call before you come by from now on….

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Daughter On Top – Chapter 4

Later that night when the men arrived at the house, Anne answered the
door.
“Hi, Hank,” she beamed, her big gray eyes sparkling with excitement as
she threw her arms around the big trucker. “Shit, it’s been a long time
since I’ve seen you.”
“Hello, Anne,” he smiled, kissing her wide open lips. “Frank couldn’t
come, but this is Troy Webster, an old friend of mine.”
“Hi, Troy,” she said in a warm voice as she led them into the living
room. “And this is my daughter, Jolyne.”
The cute little blonde was curled up on a sofa with most of her bare
thighs exposed under her short skirt. She looked so naughty, yet
innocent with big blue eyes, dimpled cheeks and long blonde hair falling
down below her shoulders.
Troy, who appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties,
instantly noticed how the youngster’s soft full lips looked as if they’d
been purposely designed to suck cocks. There was a sensuously teasing
look in her eyes that sent chills racing up and down Troy’s spine.
When the introductions were completed, Troy sat down next to Jolyne on a
sofa while Hank joined Anne on another couch that was facing theirs.
Studying the man’s appearance, Jolyne decided he was about forty-five.
“Hank’s a dear old friend of mine,” Anne said to her daughter. “And I’ve
sure missed his nice big cock.”
They all laughed when the pretty brunette reached over and lightly
rubbed the trucker’s crotch.
“How long as it been since you’ve seen him?” Jolyne asked her mother.
“Over six months,” she sighed. “And I was wearing the fuckin’ rag.”
“Oh, how horrible,” the little blonde giggled.
“Not really,” laughed Anne. “I spent the night suckin’ him off, but,
baby, tonight he’s gonna take me into that bedroom and fuck the shit out
of me.”
Troy was a bit shocked by the way Anne was talking in front of her young
daughter.
“How old are you?” the man turned to Jolyne.
“Old enough to be a hot little piece of ass.” Trying to put on that she
was quite worldly, the youngster was inwardly shaking like a leaf. The
girl had practically no experience in sex. She’d just lost her cherry
this afternoon, and other than sucking her dad’s prick, that was the sum
total of her sex life. Not wanting the men to know how little she knew
about sex, she boldly kidded with them, leading them to believe she was
quite an experienced broad.
From the conversation going on in the room, it was obvious that her
mother intended to fuck Hank, and Jolyne hoped Troy was planning to
screw her. She had taken an instant liking to the man, and she was
anxious to feel his cock stuffed up between her legs.
“Oh, God,” she suddenly heard her mother giggling from across the room.
“Look at this gorgeous boner.”
Glancing over, Jolyne was shocked to see her mother stroking the big
hard prick that was sticking up through Hank’s open fly. As startled as
the youngster was, she was fascinated by the big purple cockhead that
was poking out of her mother’s clenched fist. There was something about
the sight of a man’s naked prick that really excited her.
“Isn’t it a beauty,” Anne giggled, leaning over and lightly flicking the
big shiny bulb with the tip of her tongue.
“It sure is,” laughed Jolyne, pretending that she’d been around plenty
of stiff pricks.
“Hey!” called her mother. “Why don’t you pull Troy’s out so we can all
get a look at his?”
Jolyne was dying to get her hands on the man’s cock, but she felt
embarrassed to reach for his dick while everyone was watching her.
“Come on,” Anne urged her, “Let’s see how the guy’s hung.”
With three pairs of eyes watching, and not wanting to seem naive, Jolyne
had no choice but to lower his zipper. Her hands were shaking with
excitement as she slowly opened his fly and reached in. Surprised that
he wasn’t wearing shorts, she could hardly believe it when her fingers
made instant contact with the bare flesh of his hot meaty shaft.
“Pull it out,” giggled her mother. “We all want to see it.”
No longer feeling so shy, Jolyne gently grasped the hot piece of male
flesh in her hand and slowly drew it from the confines of his pants.
A delicious excitement rippled through her loins when she felt his hot
cock swelling and throbbing in her fingers. She could feel the veins
pulsating against her closed palm like the beat of a heart. Clinging
tightly to his rapidly growing cock, Jolyne felt that heavenly tingling
sensation between her legs. Thrilled by the feel of it, the little
blonde began unconsciously stroking the swelling prick she was holding.
She could feel the man’s body trembling with excitement when his
throbbing prick reached its full hardness. The youngster was thrilled by
the feel of his soft cock-skin stretched so tautly over his steel-hard
shaft.
Jolyne’s pussy was itching and burning with desire when the man put his
arm around her and drew the girl into his arms. With her body pressed
against his, the youngster was vaguely aware of Troy’s hand creeping up
the bare flesh at the back of her thighs. Not wearing any panties,
Jolyne began trembling with anticipation when she felt him cup her soft
bare ass in his hand, drawing her warm little body up more tightly
against him.
Heavenly little tremors were streaking through her loins. Still
clutching and stroking his hard shaft, the youngster pressed her soft
open lips against his mouth. Probing lightly between his lips with her
moist little tongue, it slipped through to entwine sensuously with his.
With their tongues swirling around together in the warmth of his mouth,
Jolyne continued passionately stroking his throbbing boner. The pretty
little blonde was getting more aroused than she’d ever been in her life.
Having had her first fuck this afternoon, she could hardly wait for Troy
to fuck her.
When Troy momentarily released the trembling girl from his embrace,
Jolyne saw that her mother had dropped to her knees in front of the
other sofa and was noisily sucking on Hank’s cock. Watching her mother’s
lips working up and down over the man’s lipstick-stained boner seemed to
further arouse the youngster. Staring at Hank’s big stiff prick buried
in her mom’s mouth, the cute little blonde was getting hornier by the
second. Knowing that her father had taught her to be an expert
cock-sucker, she suddenly had a wild desire to demonstrate her talent to
Troy.
Tearing herself loose from his arms, she quickly lowered her mouth down
over the man’s lust-bloated cockhead. She was more than pleased with the
slightly randy taste of his cock, and she found it extremely
stimulating. The feel of the smooth purple skin of his cockhead against
her tongue as it swirled around his sensitive knob was enough to blow
her mind. Wrapping her full baby-soft lips around his big bulb, she
began sensually swirling her little tongue around the sensitive
underside of his throbbing shaft. Jolyne couldn’t get over how much she
was enjoying the taste of his prick.
“Please take your clothes off,” she whispered, momentarily removing her
mouth from his cock. “I want to see your balls, too.”
Needing no further urging, Troy quickly stood up and disrobed while
Jolyne took off her dress, displaying her delicious nakedness. Sitting
back down on the sofa with her, Troy stared at the young girl’s
cherry-hard nipples standing out erectly from her cute young tits.
Reaching out and touching her turgid titty buds, he felt them quiver
like taut steel springs. Gathering the naked youngster into his arms,
Troy began gently squeezing and fondling her luscious tits.
Jolyne was squirming with passion as her hot cunt juices began flowing
out of her lusting slit.
“Oh, Troy, that feels so good,” she whispered, feeling his hot mouth and
thick wet tongue working over her quivering tits.
Lowering his face, the man began licking and bathing her soft little
tummy and navel with his swirling tongue. Then gently spreading her soft
smooth thighs, he moved his face up between her trembling legs.
“Oooooooooh, shit!” she gasped, lurching wildly when she first felt his
hot wet tongue come in contact with her juicy, sensitive cunt lips.
Feeling his tongue swirling deliciously around in her quivering pussy,
she involuntarily lifted her hips, grinding her juice-drenched cunt
against his slavering mouth.
Clutching frantically at the cushions, she bit her lips to keep from
shrieking out with ecstasy. Ever since her dad had taught her the joys
of oral sex, the cute blonde thoroughly loved a wild tongue-fuck.
Floating on a rolling sea of passion, Jolyne was vaguely aware of Hank’s
heavy breathing and the slurping sounds of her mother’s mouth sucking
noisily on his cock from across the room. The erotic sounds from the
other couple only added fire to Jolyne’s excitement. The youngster was
suddenly lifted to an even higher plane of rapture when Troy’s tongue
suddenly started attacking her sensitive clitty.
“That’s it!” she sobbed. “That’s it, baby! Oh, suck me good! Suck! Suck!
Suck!”
With her beautiful blonde head thrown back, her sweet young mouth gaping
open, her big blue eyes half closed with passion, Jolyne was grinding
her foaming slit against his slurping mouth. Her soft warm thighs were
locked against his face as he swirled his tongue against her hard,
quivering clit.
Hank and Jolyne’s mother sat silently on the other sofa watching her. A
thin string of jizz was hanging out of the corner of Anne’s lips from
the hot load of cum she’d just finished sucking out of Hank’s cock.
“God!” whispered the woman. “He’s sure giving her a wild tongue-fuck!”
“Holy shit!” laughed Hank. “That guy can sure eat pussy!”
“Christ,” Anne giggled, licking her sperm-soaked lips. “I’d sure like
him to eat me out like that.”
Jolyne was now screaming madly, grabbing at Troy’s head and pushing his
face deeper into her sex-crazed hole.
“Suck, baby, suck!” she squealed. “I’m coming, honey! For Christ’s sake,
don’t stop! I’m coming! I’m commmmmiiiiinnngg!”
Jolyne writhed and lurched and trembled long after her shattering orgasm
first enveloped her. It was a full five minutes before the exhausted
youngster was able to sit up.
“Oh, Troy,” she whispered. “That felt so fuckin’ good.”
“Jesus,” laughed Anne from the other sofa. “That guy can really eat
pussy.”
“You’re not shittin’,” giggled Jolyne, resting her head on Troy’s
shoulder. “That was the neatest fuckin’ thing that’s ever happened to
me.”
“Hey, Troy,” Hank called out. “Anne would like you to eat her.”
“Send her over,” grinned Troy, wiping his juice-smeared face with the
back of his hand. “There’s nothin’ tastes better than a variety of
cunts.”
“Oh, good,” giggled Anne, bouncing across the room. “Here comes my
twat.”
“Wait a minute, Mom,” laughed Jolyne, clutching at Troy. “I wanta give
him a blow-job first.”
“Go suck Hank off,” Anne grinned. “He’s almost hard again.”
Looking over at the older trucker, Jolyne suddenly wondered how his cock
would taste. Getting up, she walked across the room to where Hank was
sitting on the edge of the couch and dropped to her knees on the floor
in front of him.
“Wanta nice juicy blowjob from a hot little kid?” she whispered to him.
“Shit, yes,” he panted, his prick once more as hard as steel as he
stared at the youngster’s cute little dimpled face.
As always, a wild ripple of excitement streaked through her hot little
cunt as she gazed at a big cock and balls only inches in front of her
eyes. Taking the thick, meaty shaft in her hand, Jolyne slipped his big
shiny cockhead into her eager mouth. She was once more excited by the
delicious musky taste of his fleshy cock. Sucking passionately on the
man’s dick, Jolyne reached down beneath it and began caressing his big
hairy balls. The meaty weight and the soft crinkly skin of his nut-sac
felt so thrilling to her touch. She sucked deeply on his big knob for a
few moments, and then removing it from her mouth, she ran her tongue up
and down the entire underside of his throbbing shaft.
Jolyne could feel his big muscular body trembling with rapture as her
talented lips and tongue teased his rigid cock. Alternating between
sucking his knob and licking his shaft, she continued gently caressing
and fondling his balls. She could feel him lurch when she delicately
probed his sensitive asshole with her finger.
“D’ya like that?” she whispered, momentarily removing her lips from his
thick boner.
“Shit, yes,” he panted.
“Good,” she teased. “Am I gonna get a big mouthful of nice hot jizz?”
“Christ, yes!” he gasped. “Just keep suckin’!”
Hearing Troy slobbering on her mother’s slippery cunt on the other sofa
had an extremely erotic effect on Jolyne, causing her to suck deeper and
harder on Hank’s thick, meaty prick. God, how the cute little blonde
loved the taste and texture of a man’s hard prick in her mouth.
Almost out of his mind from the thrill of Jolyne’s baby-soft lips
sucking on his cock, Hank began thrusting his hips up and down on the
couch, pumping his throbbing boner in and out of the youngster’s
slurping mouth. The feel of a man’s hard meat sliding back and forth
between her slippery lips was one of the most thrilling things that
could happen to Jolyne.
The youngster wasn’t prepared for it when Hank suddenly tensed up.
Without warning, he gave a violent lurch, shooting a thick stream of hot
cum into her mouth. Unprepared for the sudden gush of delicious jizz,
she wasn’t able to swallow fast enough to keep some of the sperm from
running out of her mouth. Jolyne didn’t stop sucking and swallowing
until she’d drawn the last drop from his rapidly shrinking dick.
When she finally released his limp prick from her mouth, she glanced
over at Troy and her mother. He was sitting on the couch with a
horrendous hard-on, and she was slumped back completely exhausted. It
was very obvious that Troy had just finished tongue fucking her to a
wild orgasm.
“Troy,” the youngster called across the room to him. “I wanta be
fucked.”
“Okay,” he grinned as the little dimpled blonde stood up and led him
into her bedroom.
As they lay facing each other on the bed, Jolyne began slowly sliding
the skin back and forth over his stiff shaft. Staring at the big dick
she was stroking, she was thrilled by the sinewy bumps and thick veins
pulsing just beneath his tightly stretched cockskin. The thought of his
cock rubbing against her sensitive cunt walls sent a hot stream of pussy
juice gushing out from between her legs.
Unable to control her insatiable lust any longer, she quickly got up
and, facing the man on her knees, she straddled his loins. Bracing her
hands on his chest, Jolyne began slowly lowering her hot slick pussy
down toward his erect shaft.
“Oh, Troy,” she whispered, when she felt his hard knob brushing against
her slippery slit. The youngster’s soft sweet body quivered with
excitement as she felt his throbbing cockhead opening her slippery
cuntlips as it slipped through her tight little hole. As his big knob
slowly sank up into her cunt, she began trembling from the heavenly
pleasure, feeling the gnarly bumps on his hard shaft rubbing against the
sensitive tissues of her hotly grasping cuntal walls. When the beautiful
big prick was fully buried up in her quivering belly, she sat perfectly
still on his deeply embedded boner, enjoying the feel of it pushing out
against the squeezing walls of her young pussy. It was hard to believe
that she’d been a virgin when she got out of bed this morning.
The glorious sensations increased as she began sliding her cunt up and
down over his thrilling rod.
“That’s it, baby!” Troy panted. “Fuck me good, you little darling!”
Crazed by the feel of his big dick plowing in and out of her hot
dripping twat, Jolyne began bouncing faster and faster on his prick. The
intense pleasure increased with every thrust of his cock into the
sucking hotness of her cute little teen-aged slit.
“Oh, baby!” she squealed with joy as she increased the tempo. “It’s so
good, honey! I love it! I love it!”
Writhing in ecstasy, Jolyne knew she would soon be climaxing around his
spurting cock, and later she’d have an orgasm with Hank, and another
with Troy.
She was right. The two well-fucked men didn’t leave until after
daylight.

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3 Eggs And A Little Cash!

A women on her deathbed called her husband and instructed him to look under their bed and open the wooden box he found. He was puzzled by the 3 eggs and $7,000 in cash he found in the box, so he asked his wife what the eggs were for.
“Oh those”, she replied, “every time we had bad sex, I put an egg in the box”.
Not bad, the husband thought to himself, after 35 years of marriage, then he asked, “But what about the $7,000?”
“Oh that”, she replied, “every time I got a dozen I sold them.”

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Playing Dare with Sis

This is a fictional work and all characters are above 18 years old. Themes involve a brother blackmailing his sister into sex with him and his friend. Do not read if you are not interested in this theme.