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Love for the Game

My childhood was a constant struggle of up and downs, being anything but ordinary. Never meeting my father who had left my mother and I, and my mother who was my whole world, died of cancer when I was only five years old. At the age of five, with nobody willing to take me into their homes, I was put into the system and was placed in a foster home. Moving into a a overly average 5000 square foot house that was secluded from others, occupied by a married couple and a daughter a year younger than me, I began my life in the city of Benham, Kentucky where the population barely exceeded 530.
Rick, my foster dad, a retired professional basketball player, was now the varsity basketball coach for the local high school team. Since he wasn’t blessed with a son, he ingrained in me the fundamentals of basketball. Teaching me how to dribble, perform a correct jump-shot, and maintaining a formidable defense. After many years of training, playing on a wide-range of teams, and traveling to many major cities for training camps,I began to sneak upon my freshman year where I attend the high school my foster dad coached.
The next year, I was a freshman, matriculating into the same high school my foster father both taught and coached at. By now I had hit my growth spurt and stood at six foot six and weighed approxiametely two hundred and ten pounds. It was prominent, as the son of the coach and hardcore training over many years, I would be playing basketball. Coaching twenty years at a perrenial losing school and obtaining two potientallly star quality players , my foster dad began to develop and new system for the varsity team. Since I wasn’t going to be playing any games my freshman year, Rick put me on a rigid weight lifting program and provided me with the essential supplements for my success. Not seeing any playing time my freshman year, I focused my attention on lifting weights, and if I was not working on fundamentals in basketball, I was spending every free moment in the weight room and using the weights to help me build more muscle. Initially my weight had dropped to a low of one hundred ninety pounds, but it slowly came back. By time freshman year was ending, I was back to my normal two hundred ten pounds, but now very little fat was visible on my body. I was bigger, leaner , and much quicker after just a year of being in the program. During the summer that year, My dad had paid for me to go join a summer basketball camp at University of Kentucky. Being a former University of Kentucky student athlete graduate, my dad had many colleagues and buddies who coached or were trainers for the sports teams. There I met a old college buddy of my father, who had played basketball with him and there I began my workout. Rick already had plans that as a sophomore, I would start at the small forward position along with the other guy, Blake, the point guard, the other potential star that came into the high school with me.
By time my sophomore year rolled around, people began taking notice on me. Girls who had once never looked towards my direction, were now taking second, longer looks and often smiling at me. I walked past my foster sister, Emily, and her friends and overheard one of her friends mentioning how muscular and hot I became. As nice as it was to receive attention i had not had before, my main focus was basketball and I had to remove those thoughts from my mind. After many workouts during the next couple of months, not to much longer the winter season came around and along with it came basketball season. Not really worried about not making varsity since I made it last year, I still worked to the extreme extent just in case they got a couple of decent recruits or transfer students. Everyday after practice, I would make my way to a newly built, secluded health club called Fitness and finesse. My first day there I was shocked to see , Blake, our starting point guard, there working out by himself. Seeing as we were teammates I offered to workout with him and ever since we had been working out together both in the club’s basketball court and weight room, developing good chemistry with each other.
Even though I tried to be oblivious to my surroundings if it was not related to basketball, but no matter how hard I tried I always seem my eyes always seemed to fixate themselves on Cara, one of Emily’s friends, and a competitor with Emily for prettiest girl in our year. She was in all of my classes this year and although we did not talk often, she still sat beside me in some of my classes. Saying she was beautiful would be an understatement. She stood close to six foot two and was the co-captain of both the varsity basketball and varsity volleyball team. She had an amazingly fit, enticing athletic body for a modest sixteen year old. Her facial features were a sight to behold, she could have put any famous super model to shame, her golden skin smooth, her large deep cool gray eyes, and dirty blonde hair that stopped just below her shoulders.
Around this time, we were having a hardcore practice a week before our first game and then injuries began to play games with me. When I was going to collect a rebound, I landed awkwardly and later found out I had rolled my ankle. This injury put me in a ankle brace for about eight weeks, and would end my sophomore season before it even started. Since he wanted me healthy for the next year, Rick had me sit and heal for the whole year. Since my injury, I had been working out light to maintain my body build and not let any muscle turn into fat. By the end of my sophomore year I had grown to six foot eight.
Early next year, Rick stepped into my room. He wore his stern “coach” face, and I knew this would be one of his many famous coach speeches. He sat at the edge of the bed and pondered about what to say.
“Son I want you to know, in order for this team to win more games, we need you on the court and healthy. Blake can’t play every team by himself he needs help from another star,” he explained.
“I understand, I’ll do my best,” I replied.
Since my injury had healed, once again I was back on my regiment training program at the health club, working on the fundamentals and weight lifting with Blake. I was going into my junior season and since I had sat out my freshman year and was injured during my sophomore year, I was determined to make a my debut this year. As of right now, I was now six foot eight, and two hundred twenty pounds. Since football season was coming to an end, we still had a month until our season started so we had work outs everyday after school from two to four. After three weeks of work outs, my verticle, speed, size , and basketball IQ were the talk of the school. Going one on one with our centers, small forwards, and power forwards, I dominated them all with ease, including the seniors. It came to the attention of a reporter who worked at UKP, a local news station, who was in charge of the sports section. Coming by the house, we had an thirty minute interview that was showed on the Friday night sports segment on UKP. Coming back from the weekend break, I was a celebrity at school, getting high-fives, chest bumps, and many jokes on my half of being nervous during my interview.
As a junior, my school was tried their best to put into our heads about our future, so I took an AP class on account of “preparation”. I grabbed a seat in the back hoping to keep myself out of view. I was a extremely good student, rarely having to study since I was blessed with the gift of a photographic memory. By now I was now the talk of the school, and as the local news station described me, the savior grace of Blaine High and the best player that the school has had since its first days. I had never dated any girls from school, in fact I barely had the time for anything social the only person I really associated with was Blake. But sitting next to me was the basketball,volleyball all-star was Cara. She was a girl in the “in-crowd” along with my foster sister , Emily, who seemed to be the center of attention and dictated how the school was ran. I had only spoken to her a few times when she would spend a night with Emily,but it we only exchanged a greeting and an occasional conversation about basketball. As she sat down next to me, I couldn’t help but glance at her, only to be caught by her and recieved a angelic smile. It began difficult to focus in class, as my mind began to wonder. Soon the bell rang and I was off to workouts.
After another month of school, our football team won the state championship as they were lead to victory by our quarterback,Phil Micheals, who was a top college prospect. Now we we upon the arrival of the basketball season. On Friday, the season started against our town rivals and past state champions, Winchester High. They were a highly skilled and depended heavly on their championship defense, led by their seven foot star center, Joe Edwards. This would be my first game as a starter, I had been waiting for this debut for the past three years. By time I was on the court, I silenced everything from my mind, but Blake and the sound of the ball dribbling. My goal was to score, get into their heads, and shut down Joe. It was only the half time, but we had a 41-39 lead on the State Champions. With my ability to score, the elite, precision passes and driving skills by Blake, we had them on their heels wondering how we had gotten so good. Coach had me and Blake sit out the third quarter to rest and I had to watch as Joe and his team turned the tides and took a 62-43 lead going into the fourth quarter. Coming back into the game in the fourth quarter, me and Blake’s chemistry exploded as we were throwing alley oops, behind the back passes, and set each other for three-point shots. Much to the chagrin of Winchester, they watched as their lead diminished from 62-43 to 65-63. Only making a three pointer off a bad defense play that left their shooting guard wide open. With 10 seconds left in the fourth quarter, the ball was back in my hands and I was at the the top of the key with their small forward guarding me. 10,9,8,7,6, I hit a quick double crossover on him easily getting past him, and spun on the incoming defender trying to help his teammate. 5,4,3,2,1. With the clock dwindling down on my way to the lane to make this game go into OT, I came face to face with Joe, who stood ready to block me at all cost, the star players going head to head. Coming to a stop, I pumped a jumpshot that got Joe into the air, and leaning into him, I through up a shot that miraculously went in, and earned a free shot as Joe was called for the foul. The crowd was silent as I stood at the line. Growing up, Rick told me free throws decide a game, so I was often practicing them. Bouncing the ball three times, flipping the ball in the palm of my hand, I bent my knees and let the ball soar towards the basket and watched as it hit the back of the net and signaled our victory. The crowd erupted into a deafening sign of applause and cheers as we took the win from the State Champions. I earned a few high fives from the guys, a fist bump from Blake, and a rare smile from Rick.
We were off on the right track. I had a decent game finishing with a double-double with twenty-six points, 10 rebounds, a block, and three steals. The newstation was kind to me the next day, calling me Saint Jay, the man who let his hand show his team the way to victory over the state champs. I stayed home on Sunday to rest and invited Blake over for some video games. The next day at school, I recieved applaused in my classes. Cara turned to me in class and congratulated me on a great game and told me she had enjoyed watching me play. Giving her a small nod, I thanked her.
We won our next four games by large margins, The teams were seeing a whole new Blaine basketball team that was dominating anybody they played. I continued to average a double-double with twenty plus points and ten plus rebounds per game. I was just getting home from the health club when Emily walked into my room.
“Someone I know has been talking about you lately and is often hinting that she wants you to ask her out,” Emily told me.
“Really? Someone told you about me?” I asked.
“Uh-huh, you interested in a date?” she asked a smile forming on her lips.
“Depends, who is she?”
“Well she’s very pretty, smart athletic, my friend and really likes you.” She replied ” She sits next to you in your AP World History class.”
“Cara?” I asked a little too eagerly.
“Bingo!” she smiled widely.
I looked at Emily like she was crazy. I didn’t really believe her because she would often try to play tricks on me so I quickly found out not to apprehend what she tells me. She went on to tell me, that Cara had wondered why I never spoke to her, was it because I already had a girlfriend. Knowing me to be oblivious to anything but basketball, Cara told her no , that my mind was just on basketball.
I thought about it the next couple of days, but my mind was on our back to back games on Thursday and Friday night. We played and beat a easy team on Thursday, but tonight we played against the runner ups of last year’s state championship, a certain playoff contender. This was of course another must win game to help boost our morale. My mind was completely focused on the game.
“Hey Devon, what are you doing after the game?” Cara asked approaching me.
“Just going home and resting,” I replied.
“Oh, well a friend of mine is having a party after a game, and since Emily was going with Brandon, would you like to…. you go…with me,” She said nervously.
“Sorry, I’m not the kind of guy to party,” I said quietly.
“Yeah I know, Cara told me all you think about is basketball, but I figured I should ask anyway,” she replied.
She seemed really disappointed and I thought back to what Emily had told me earlier. Before she could leave the classroom, I grabbed her hand.
“You going to the game tonight?”, I asked.
“Wouldn’t miss it, and neither will the rest of the student body,” she beamed.
“Lets see what happens after the game,” I told her.
She smiled instantly. “Okay!”
As we entered the court of the opposing team, we were instantly booed, letting us know we were not wanted here. Playing many years of basketball, I learn to drown out the noise of the crowd as they were irrelevant, however it is always better to know they are cheering for you. The home team’s starting lineup was called up, receiving applause from their crowd. Then in a disturbed tone, they named our starting line up, receiving repetitive boos.
We lined up at the center of the court, waiting for the opening tip. With the ball in the air, our center quickly tipped the ball to the back court towards Blake, who picked up the ball and through a pass to me while I was running in a open lane, easily scoring. Me and Blake went to work quickly at the beginning of the game, using our provided chemistry to use a bunch of maneuvers and passes to break down their defense. We were had a good eleven point lead of 28-17, at the end of the first quarter.
In the second half they tried bringing two people to guard me instead of one. I figured I’d see this happen eventually, so I was always prepared for this. We performed a three man weave with our teammate,James, the shooting guard. Blake passes to me, then I to James, James back to Blake, Blake to James, and me for the cut in to the lane for a score. This method was only effective enough to bring the lead up by six points. Everytime I got the ball they would bring to people on me, so I would have to pass it to the open man for assists. We went up to a 72-46 lead at the end of the third quarter. Coach Rick to the starters out the game in the fourth quarter to let the second string get playing time. We never relinquished the lead ending the game 84-68. I finished the game with twenty points, seven rebounds, and a career high of fourteen assists. Looking around, I found Cara standing with Emily and I guess the guy she was taking to the party, Brandon. She smiled and waved me over when she saw me.
“Hey Devon, nice game today,” she said.
“Thanks, it was a much needed win, now we can continue our undefeated season,” I replied.
“You want to go to the party?” SHe asked
“Actually, how about I take you to dinner instead?” I asked.
“Sure!” she replied.
“Good, can you wait until I take a shower and get changed.?”, I asked.
“Yes I’ll meet you in the parking lot,” she told me.
I walked into the locker room, jumped into the shower, satisfied with my now fresh scent, I got out and put my clothes on. Packing my game shoes, shorts, and jersey in my bag, I headed to the parking lot.
We walked over to my camaro. There was a few good things about having a former professional basketball player as a foster dad. Tossing my bag in the backseat, I opened Cara’s door for her, then walked to my side and got in the drivers seat. I was taking her to a new five-star resturant that just opened up a mile from where we were.
“Do you have a curfew?” I asked her.
“No, My parents trust me,” She replied.
We had a really good time, she ordered a roundhouse steak, and I just got a burger and fries. We talked about what I planned to do after high school, what college I was thinking about going to, where I was born, and just things about myself. Looking at my watch, I had noticed we had been in the resturant “for an hour and a half.
“You ready to leave?”, I asked her.
“Yes,” she replied.
Paying for the dineer, I slipped a ten dollar tip and we headed for my car. I drove her to her house, got out and opened her door for her. She told me she had a great night. STanding on her tippy toes, she gave me a quick peck on the lips before hurring inside her house.
We easily won our next nine games by a margin of twenty or more, our dynamic offense being the deciding factor. We held all of our teams under fifty while we managed to score more than eighty each game; breaching the hundred point mark twice. Rick was getting calls from recruiters asking him what college I planned on attending. He kept all options open by telling them all that it was my decision after all.It was quite ordinary to see me on the news as it was always how many great plays I made that kept our undefeated season alive.
Ever since the night we had dinner after the game, me and Cara dated many times over the past couple of weeks, going out to eat, movies, and eventually her dragging me to a party. Soon, I found myself looking forward to spending time with her. She helped take my mind off everything and give me a chance to live my teenage life. We began kissing, which gradually turned into making out, but it never went further than that. Rick instilled into me to be a gentleman and always wait for the lady.
We were playing the worst team in our division, they were winless in and out of the division. This was the last game before spring fling the following week that was a week of games back to back to back and so forth. The game was followed by the annual spring dance. Spring break was only two weeks away.
It was a blowout , by halftime I had thirty-two points , sixteen rebounds, seven steals, and three blocks setting the school record for points , rebounds, and steals. The score was a easy 74-12. As in not to embarass them, Coach sat us out the second half, and we watched as our secondary team, pushed the lead to 114-42 by the end of the game. After the game I walked to locker room, showered, changed, and went to the cafteria where the dance was being held.
I arrived at the dance ten minutes late. I was greeted with applause from everybody as I entered the cafeteria. Looking around, I found Cara in the corner standing with Emily and her boyfriend, Brandon. Seeing as I finally made it, she came rushing into my arms.
“Hey big shot, great game even though you only played one half,” she exclaimed.
“Thank you,” I replied.
A repitive tap on the mic caught everybody’s attention. Everybody turned towards the stage where our student council president, Leslie, struggled to turn the mike on. Banging on the microphone, resorted to a high screeching, that made everybody cover ther ears. After a couple of seconds, she got it working.
“Hey everybody and welcome to the Spring Dance !” she shouted into the microphone.
This earned a applause from the students.
“As you may know the results are in for Spring Fling Court.” She turned to where the band was playing. “Drum roll please.”
The drummer began a slow drum roll.
“Our Spring Fling King is….,” she paused to let the suspense in the air.” Devon Valentine!”
Everybody immediately turned to look at me. They began to clap enthusically. I held my head down in shyness and was gonna stand there had Cara not pushed me forward towards the stage. Walking up the stage, I stood next to Leslie who placed the crown on my head.
“Now for Spring Fling Queen…” She paused again to add the same suspense as earlier.”Please welcome to the stage, Miss Cara Robinson.”
Now it was her turn to blush, and act shy. Emily gave her a little nudge that caused her to make her way to the stage. She made her way to stand next to Leslie who placed the crown atop of her head.
“Now please congralute the Spring Fling Court!” she shouted. “May you guys take the honor of first dance.”
We recieved applause. I led her down the steps and onto the dance floor. Placing my hands on her waist while she locked her arms around my neck, we began a slow dance. Soon the other couples took our lead , and we were surrounded by dancing couples.
We spent the rest of the night dancing, especially to the slow songs. I loved how Cara’s body fit into mine. The warmth her body gave off onto my own. The band left around midnight, and everybody began to go home. I took Cara home, ending our night with a kiss.

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Fucking a good friends girlfriend.

“Hey Tracy,” I said, as I was walking up to my friends house. “Where’s Mike?”
“Oh, hey Jon, he just went to work and his parents are working too, I’m staying at his house this week since we’re on vacation from school.”
Now, Tracy was tiny, she was about 5 foot and skinny. Not really skinny, but healthy. She had a nice ass though, even if she was small. She had nice small tits, but it seemed like they were perky. I always see her nipples poking through her shirts. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She has brown hair that comes a little past her shoulders. She also wears glasses; in fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her without them.
“Oh, well, I just needed to grab something out of his room, do you mind if I get it quick?” I ask, looking down at her legs.
“No, go right ahead, I was actually just about to jump in the pool.” She says.
I follow her into the house and head for the stairs, out of the corner of my eye I see her take off her shirt and jeans, unveiling a white bikini. She walks into the kitchen towards the back door as I go up the stairs. I go into the room and quick grab what I need and look out the window. There’s Tracy, sitting by the pool with her feet in the water. I go back downstairs and go out to sit with her for a bit.
“Hey Tracy”
“Hey Jon, did you get what you needed?”
In my mind, I’m thinking to myself, no, I want my hard cock in your tighter than hell pussy. I want to cum all over your face and have it drip off your glasses.
“Yeah, thanks, figured I would keep you some company.” I said.
“Oh well thanks, care to join me in the pool?” She asks.
“I would, but I didn’t bring my trunks.” I reply.
“Well just strip into your boxers, no ones looking” she says with a giggle, and jumps in the pool.
My heart starts racing, this is wrong, I shouldn’t be here. But that body, oh God that body. That small body that I can pick up and fuck till my hearts content. That small face that would look so beautiful covered in cum. My cum. Fuck it, Mike’s a douche bag anyways, he doesn’t deserve Tracy.
I slowly take off my shorts and shirt and jump in the pool.
“Hey, you finally decided to make it Jon!” Tracy says as she splashes me.
“Why wouldn’t I?” I reply, laughing.
We swim around for a couple of minutes before I realize she’s getting closer to me. Before I can react, she has her ass against my dick and grinding it. God, her ass feels so good on my crotch. I start to get hard and she does it a little harder before turning to me and placing her lips on mind.
“Jon, I want you to fuck my tight pussy, Mike hasn’t been fucking me lately and I need a good, big, cock to fill my holes.” She whispers.
That’s all I needed to hear. I grab her ass and start grabbing at her chest.
“Not out here, lets do it inside, more privacy” she says, pulling away.
I watch her get out of the pool, her ass looking incredible. I quickly get out and follow her into the house. Up the stairs we go, into Mike’s room. She quickly turns around and gets on her knees.
“Fuck my mouth Jon, I need to feel your cock down my throat. God, its making me so wet just thinking about how good your cum is going to taste. I need to swallow it, I need it Jon.” She moans.
She pulls down my boxers and starts licking the tip of my cock. Her tongue feels so good against the head of my penis. She slowly goes in deeper and then stops.
“Tracy, why did you stop, it felt so good.”
“You’re much bigger than Mike, and I have such a tiny throat. I don’t know if I can take the whole thing, I may gag a lot. I mean, you could always force it down, I’m sure I can get used to that.” She says with a smile.
I grab her head and slowly force more and more of my cock down her little throat. She starts gagging but it feels too good to stop. I force it all the way down until its down all the way. I pump in and out of her throat continuously, feeling each time my cock hitting the back of her throat. She looks up at me with her tiny pretty eyes. I pull out and she gasps for air. She then grabs my cock and starts sucking it again.
“Tracy, I’m going to cum soon!” I yell.
She just pumps harder and harder until I can’t take it anymore and start cumming. She lets her whole mouth fill up and some slowly leaks out of the corners of her mouth. She gulps it down and rips off her bikini, bending over in the process. Her tiny pink asshole and her wet tiny pussy waiting to be fucked by my cock.
“So much tasty cum, all for me. Thanks!” She says smiling. “Now fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you can. I want you to ruin my pretty little pussy.” She says.
I go up behind her and slowly stick my cock in her pussy. Who would have ever thought of a pussy being this tight. Even with her wetness, its still tighter than hell. She screams out in pleasure or pain, or both. I don’t care, it feels too good to stop. I pound away and away at her tight cunt, grabbing her hair in the process for leverage. I turn her around, pick her up, and slam my cock in her pussy. She screams again and digs her nails into my back. I stand there, fucking her pussy hard for quite a while. I put her back down and pull out, lining my cock to her asshole.
“Do you want me to fuck your tiny asshole Tracy?” I ask.
“Oh God yes Jon, I’ve been saving it for someone with a big cock like yours. Not even Mike has fucked my ass before.” She says.
I slowly guide my cock into her asshole. I can barely get it in, its just so tight.
“Oh God, it feels like you’re tearing my ass in two Jon, it feels so good.”
I slam my cock in deeper, until my balls clap against her skin. She screams my name and I keep going. I’m destroying Tracy’s asshole. I pull out just to see how stretched it is. I quick slam it back in and tell her I’m going to cum soon.
“Cum all over my face Jon, I want to feel that hot, sticky cum on my face.”
I quickly pull out and she turns around and gets on her knees. I cum load after load after load on her face. She moans as it sticks to her glasses and slowly drips off onto her cheek. We get dressed and I start heading for the door, a smile spreads across my face knowing that I just wrecked Tracy’s holes.

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The Best Birthday Present Ever

Happy Birthday Shmiel!
One night, when my wife Ratzy and I were making out and she had my cock in her hand and I was teasing her clit, she asked me about my friends, the guys in my night Kollel. They always make a big deal about her breasts, staring at them whenever she is around or if they all get together in our house for a shmooze. I sometimes tease her about that.
“Do they act like that with every girl?” she asked,trying not to be too curious.
“No,” I said. “They just go nuts over your boobs. I’m sure they are wondering what they’re like and stuff.”
“Really?” she said, her hand quickening on my cock.
“Why?” I asked.
She blushed and hid her face against my chest. “I have this fantasy sometimes …”
“Tell me.”
“I go to one of your mesibos to serve and do thekitchen stuff, and then afterwards you guys take me someplace and I get horny and you make me strip in front of your friends… and they masturbate while they look at my breasts.”
The thought of her flashing those fabulous jugs infront of my chevra did give me kind of a thrill. I knew the guys would go nuts if something like that happened. And the more I thought about it, the more it turned me on. I knew deep down it would give her athrill to show off her tits like that, even though as a heimish girl it was something she wouldn’t even admit to herself she’d love. Hmmm.
About a week later, we had a yartzeit seida in shul and Ratzy outdid herself in the kitchen as usual. Afterwards, since it was Shmiel’s birthday, we invitedeveryone to our house for dessert. Ratzy got busy inthe kitchen of course, and Shmiel helped her there, making a cold pitcher of iced-tea for everybody. It wasn’t long before we were all feeling pretty good,especially Ratzy, who was very horny from the heimish gathering and all the looks and compliments over her culinary skills. You can always tell when my wife is horny, she gets this “I want it” look in her eyes that drives guys nuts.
As the evening wore on, somebody, Shmiel I think,wanted a picture of the chevra for his birthday, wearing our tzitzis and undershirts but no shirts,like we used to hang around and shmooze years backwhen we were all roomates. We all laughed about it,and then decided to do it. With Ratzy watching we alltook our shirts off and posed while she took our picture. After she took the pictures everybody laughed, then we decided to watch a video of an old HASC concert. Ratzy kidded us about how we wished we were all younger and were trying to recapture it by staying without shirts and watching, but it was clear she was a little embarrassed and a little turned on.
Later, I was talking to Shmiel and I asked him what he wanted for his birthday, since I hadn’t bought anything special for him.
“Look Heshy,” he told me in a loose moment of candor.”Tz’vishin inz tzvei, just between us, and no offense,what I would like is a good look at your vaibel’stits. They’ve been just too much all night.”
I laughed so then he laughed seeing that I took it OK,but when I looked across the room at my wife, I felt apulsing between my legs.
While they were all watching Oif Simchas on the video, I took Ratzy into the back guest-room and started making out with her. I had my hand underneath her blouse, playing with her boobs through her bra,working my thumb inside the 38DD cups that held hertwin melons so that I could tease her nipples.
“Those guys would die if they could see these mamas…see how big they are, how thick your nipples are…they’d get instant hard-ons.”
She groaned at the thought I put in her head. “It would be pretty naughty to see their cocks all big and hard…” she whispered, “and shake my tits in front of them till they need to jack off.”
She arched her back and pushed her tits in my face and moaned.
“Listen, uh… Shmiel told me what he wants for his birthday.”
She rubbed my hard cock through my pants. “What?”
“He wants to see your tits…”
Ratzy smiled, thinking I was joking. “Oooh, how naughty, bring him in, I’ll suck his cock.”
“No, seriously. That’s what he secretly wants for his birthday. He admitted it.”
Ratzy stared at me, realizing I was serious. “What did you tell him?” she asked, her feline eyes heavy and filled with lust.
“I told him it would be okay with me, on the chance that you’d do it.”
She gaped. “Really?”
I nodded. “We’re all friends from way back. We know we’re all human and what each other really wants more than we’ll ever admit. Why, you want to or something?”
She groaned and buried her face against my chest. I slipped my hand around to squeeze her firm, roundedass-buns.
“Should I?” she asked, her voice muffled against my chest.
“If you want to,” I answered. She looked up at me.
“Will you hate me afterwards?”
I shook my head. “I don’t think so.”
“You’re really hard… is it turning you on… thinking about me showing my tits?”
I shrugged. I guess she felt what even I was only starting to really realize. “I don’t know… kind of.Yeah.”
“Ooooh, that is so hot. What would I do, strip for him, or all your chevra?”
I shrugged again. “All of them I guess. You can’texactly call him in with you, with everyone knowing.”
She rubbed my cock up and down with her hand. “Would they jack off while I did it?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Would you do it, too? Jack off while I showed your friends my tits and my ass?”
She was really rubbing my cock now. My voice cracked as I said, “Maybe. Yeah. If they did it… yeah, I guess.”
“Yoish… that is so hot… let me blow you. Right now.”
“No, baby… wait…” She pulled my pants down, moved my boxers to one side and started jacking me off. I had to stop her while she was still hot. I stuffed my cock back inside my boxers. “Come on, let’s go back to the chevra. They’ll be wondering why we’re missing so long.” I led her into the living room where the guys,still without shirts, were shukeling with the group on the video. Nobody noticed as I walked in and sat on a chair. I still had no idea if Ratzy was serious, but she sure was acting real horny and when she loses it…The thought got me hot and I took my tzitzis off then, wiping my forehead with my undershirt. Yankel looked at me then.
“Hey, you’re back! Why are you so shvitzed up?” Heeyed the others and they grinned. Obviously they had been dropping lines about our absence.
Then he saw my wife standing there with a real pouty look and he suddenly decided it was kinda hot and also took his tzitzis off, followed by the rest of the guys. They stopped watching the video when my wife gave me a wink.
Shmiel hit the pause on the remote and asked if we wanted to rewind to what we missed or something. Ratzystood there, shy, a finger-tip between her teeth,looking at the four guys, and then over at me. I nodded.
“It’s okay,” Ratzy told him. “Put it back on. It’s just by the purrrrfect song.” A drop puzzled at the obvious overtones, Shmiel put it back on play.
Ratzy began to sway with the music. I looked at Shmiel who gaped at my wife. “Happy birthday, Shmiel.” He looked at me and nodded, not believing that what he had blurted out in an embarrassing moment of lust was really happening. I couldn’t believe it either.
Ratzy swayed gently with the music, then started to slowly undo the buttons on her blouse. The guys sat there, not daring to breathe for fear she would stop. I walked over and sat next to Shmiel. We all watched Ratzy open her blouse and show us her huge, pear shaped tits encased in her white, lace bra. One of the guys gasped out loud. “Oh, baby!”
Ratzy smiled, enjoying the reaction. She slid herblouse down her arms and dropped it on the floor. She ran her hands up her flat belly, cupping her breasts so that they almost spilled out over her bra. She moved closer to us, turning now to move gently to the music, her back to us. Slowly, teasingly, she lifted the hem of her shortish skirt, exposing the lower half of her ripe buttocks through her nude pantyhose. She bent at the waist so that her ass was pushed outtowards us, her skirt riding up on her hips. She wiggled her butt and Yankel almost fell off his chair.”Ohh man…” he gasped.
Ratzy rolled her pantyhose down over her tush, then pulled her bikini panties up between her buttocks andswung her ass around and around at us. My dick was so hard I thought it would rip through my pants. I lookedover at the other guys and they were having the same reaction. Ratzy turned around and shimmied out of herskirt, kicking it away so that she stood in front us dressed in just her bra, pantyhose, panties and high-heels. The guys were going nuts and she loved it.She kicked off her high-heels, then slowly finished removing her pantyhose, flinging it at Shmiel. Shamelessly, he found the crotch on it and brought it to his nose, sniffing the scent of my wife’s arousal.The other guys looked at him enviously.
Ratzy now reached behind her and started unfastening her bra.
Everybody froze, waiting for the big moment. The bra popped open and she held it to her tits with her hands for a few long seconds. And then, with everyone not breathing, she slid the bra away, coaxing it down her arms and off. Her breasts were magnificent, big and pear shaped with those thick nipples. She stood therefor a moment, her back arched, pushing them towards us, and then she shook them back and forth so that Shmiel let out something between a yelp and a scream. Ratzy smiled and began playing with her own tits,pinching her nipples, lifting the big globes so thatthey pressed together, letting them drop, then shaking them again in time to the music. She started to peel her panties down then, and there were whistles from the guys. By now we had all lost our inhibitions. She stopped just as the top of her triangle of pubic haircame into view.
“Show me yours, and I’ll show you mine.” she said in a throaty voice.
I couldn’t believe those words came out of her mouth.I almost came in my boxers. The guys looked at each other and then Shmiel pulled his pants and boxers offat once so that his cock sprang up in front of him. It was really big… thick and long, about eight inches. Ratzy’s eyes were riveted on it and I read her lips…”Yoy, Mama.” The other guys had their cocks out now,too. Yankel was stroking a rock-hard shaft, bigger even than Shmiel’s. I looked at Ratzy to see if she saw it and she had. She was open mouthed with awe and lust. Everybody watched as she resumed peeling her panties down past her pussy. The lips of her pussy were swollen with her desire, glistening with herj uices, some of it literally oozing down into her pubic hairs, hanging off them in a couple of thin strings. That was when I took my own cock out and started pumping.
“Play with yourself, baby.” I told her.
Ratzy slowly ran her finger up between the lips of her cunt and got it wet and slick. She rubbed her pussy for a few seconds, grinding her hips back and forth, then turned and bent all the way over. She reached back to spread her cheeks and showed us her slick,dripping cunt and her tight little asshole.
“Who wants to smell my pussy?” she said in a voice I hardly recognized. My cock spasmed and I had to concentrate on not cumming.
Ratzy worked her ass in tight circles, her cheeks spread lewdly in front of us. Duvid staggered to his feet and moved to her, his cock bobbing stiffly in front of him. He went on his knees and put his face close to her ass and pussy. She looked back over her shoulder at him, one big breast pointing to the left.”You want it on your face?”
Duvid only groaned. Ratzy took half a step back and pressed her spread cheeks to his face, moving her wet pussy around on his face. She groaned suddenly and pulled away. I saw that she had almost cum. She looked at Duvid, still on his knees, his face slick with her juices.
“Do you like it?” she asked. Duvid closed his eyes and jacked himself off.
Ratzy looked at me and smiled a wicked smile before walking over to stand right in front of Shmiel.
“Wanna play with my tits, birthday boy?”
Shmiel looked at me, pleading for a yes. I shrugged,too turned on to go back. He reached for her greedily,filling his hands with those luscious breasts. She was breathing hard now and I knew she was over the edge,nothing would bring her back now but a good cum. She watched Shmiel’s hands work her breasts over, watched him pull on her nipples. She looked over at me, at my cock still in my hand, ready to explode.
“I wanna play with his cock.” The words came out ofher in a slow, heated roll. I was too turned on to even speak so all I did was blink. She pushed Shmiel’shands away from her tits and looked down at his huge cock, pulsing at about nipple level. She smiled as she reached for it, wrapping her dainty, tapered fingers around it, her fingertips not touching because of its thickness.
“Oh, yeah… this is a big cock.” She whispered as she began to stroke it for him. “Oh, yeah… yoish, look,you’re cumming.”
A big bubble of early cum had formed at the tip of Shmiel’s cock.
“Rub it on your tits…” I said, knowing she would anyway.
Ratzy let a moan escape from her lips as she leaned forward slightly and pressed Shmiel’s cock to her bigbreasts, smearing his juice around on her nipples.
“Put it between your tits, baby, jack him off that way, the way you do it to me.”
Ratzy moaned again, almost a sob of desire as she puther hands on her breasts and squeezed them tight around Shmiel’s cock. She moved them up and down his dick, her chin tilted down so she could watch the huge head thrusting just inches from her mouth.
“Faster,” groaned Shmiel.
Ratzy began pumping his cock between her tits at aquicker pace, his pre-cum smearing them, making her cleavage slick and shiny.
“Do it with your hand now, please,” wheezed Shmiel.Ratzy let his cock escape from between her breasts and resumed jacking him off.
“You like it?” I asked her. I couldn’t help it.
“It’s so big.” she gasped, her eyes riveted on theheavy stick of cockmeat in her hand.
I felt a flash of resentment then. Shmiel’s cock wasabout an inch bigger than my seven inches.
“I wanna suck him,” she whispered, her voice chokedwith lust. I closed my eyes and blinked them open again, looking into her heavy-lidded eyes.
“Can I?” she pleaded.
I nodded. She drew a breath noisily between her teeth, a noise borne of lust. We all watched as she lowered her face slowly toward Shmiel’s thick cock. She bentit down slightly and pressed the slick cockhead to herlips, running it back and forth, then holding it under her nose and inhaling deeply.
“Oh, I love to smell cock… cock and cum… ummmm…I’m so bad.”
She reveled in the heavy smell of Shmiel’s cock andthen pouted her generous lips to an oval shape. She held her mouth poised over Shmiel’s cock for a longmoment, and then plunged downward, filling her mouth with thick, warm dick. She groaned along with Shmielas she began to slide her head up and down, sucking her mouth on his cock. Shmiel was in ecstasy, the others pumped their cocks in a steady beat, wondering if they might be included in this largesse. Ratzy slid her mouth off Shmiel’s meat and groaned.
“I love big cocks… I like them in my mouth…shooting cum down my throat… spurting on my tits…all over my tits… on my pussy… on my ass…” She dove down again, swallowing half his cock. I had neverheard so much from her before. I guess she needed tolet all her deepest secrets out now. Shmiel put hishand on the top of her head and guided her up and downon his meat, getting a cadence he liked. She looked up at his face while she sucked him off, watching his reactions. It turned her on to see him so helpless beneath the pleasure she gave him. I had seen that look a thousand times and knew what Shmiel was feeling.
“Oh, yeah… suck me off, Ratzy,” grunted Shmiel. She turned her head slightly and Shmiel’s cock slid acrossher cheek. He rubbed it around on her face, smearinghis juices across her lips. She groaned as she felt the heat from his cock sliding across her face. He pressed the swollen head against her lips and she smelled cock under her nose, his heavy smell, musk mixed with sweat and cum that sent shivers of excitement down through her body to make her even wetter between her thighs.
“Oh, yoy, yes… put it in my mouth tattele… let mesuck it,” she groaned.
She went down and took his cock with her mouth and Shmiel groaned so loud we all thought he was cumming.
I watched my wife suck Shmiel’s dick and felt my owncock ache from the intense erection I had. “Blow him,you naughty vaibel. Suck his cock,” I rasped.
Ratzy slid her mouth off Shmiel’s cock and looked at me, her lips swollen and puffy from sucking cock.”Make me do it, baby. Make me do it.”
I reached over and put my finger to Ratzy’s soakingwet pussy, teasing her clit mercilessly. Ratzy whimpered, knowing I had her.
She moaned in despair and passion as she filled hermouth with Shmiel’s cock. Her big tits rested on Shmiel’s thighs as she worked her mouth up and down onShmiel’s cock. Her pussy was dripping thick rivulets of juice as she tried not to gag on his big dick, andthen she slipped her mouth off his cock and ran her tongue around on the head, tasting his juice, running her warm tongue down the thick shaft, and licking the hot flesh of Shmiel’s thick rod.
Shmiel looked over at me and begged, “I need to cum inher face.”
I nodded. “If she wants you to.”
Ratzy looked up at us and ran her tongue over her full lips. “Ooh, baby… spurt lots of hot cum on me. Do itright in my face…” She let her tongue slip frombetween her lips and ran it around and around the head of Shmiel’s cock. Shmiel spasmed and grabbed her with both hands, pushing his cock into her mouth, pumpinginto her now, using her lovely mouth like the lips ofa pussy. She groaned around the cock she was suckingand I saw everyone jacking off as we waited for Shmiel to cum. He jerked her by the hair, pulling her mouth off his cock. She closed her eyes and turned her face up so that his cock was poised inches from her chin. She reached up and wrapped her hand around the thick slab of meat and jacked him off. It took maybe five or six strokes for Shmiel to start spurting cum all over Ratzy’s face. Thick, white streams of sperm splattered across her chin and mouth, then more of it spurted lower down across both of her luscious boobs.
She kept pumping his cock as another stream of cum splattered deep into the valley of her cleavage, then another glob of it landing right on one of her hard, thick nipples. He pulled her closer to his cock as the spurts tapered off, making her take them on her lips. She moaned and opened her eyes to look at his dick in front of her. She let him push it in her mouth and sucked cum from it before leaning back and rubbing the head around and around on her face. Shmiel groaned and tried to stop her, but she held onto his cock and sucked the head into her mouth again, cleaning his cum off of it.
I grabbed her then and pulled her over to me, pushing my own hard cock into her mouth. She began bobbing herhead up and down, Shmiel’s sperm oozing down off her chin and jawbone, hanging there in thick rivulets. I felt cum surge up from my balls and spurt into my wife’s mouth. She choked, and pulled away, a big globof cum spilling from her mouth and oozing down her chin. I pushed my cock back into her mouth and spurted more thick juice into her. It felt agonizingly pleasurable to spurt cum into her hot little mouth.She let me finish cumming in her mouth, then when Islid my cock out from between her lips, she pushed my cum out of her mouth with her tongue. I was amazed athow much I had given her. It was so thick and plentiful that it slid down her chin and hung in onelong glob down to her breasts. She gasped for air and looked up at me.
“Make me cum…” she pleaded. I looked over at theother guys who were jacking themselves off.
“Let them cum on you first.” I was possessed with an insane urge to totally show off my wife’s incredible sexual powers to all my friends. She gave me a slutty little smile and walked over to the rest of them, her face and tits covered in cum. There were four of them sitting there, right past me and Shmiel, pumping their cocks. She leaned over Duvid’s cock so that her cum-splattered tits touched his dick. She cupped her tits in her hand and spread them apart so that Duvid’s hard cock slid between them. She jacked him off with her tits until he spurted a fountain of hot cum between them. She groaned as he came between her tits.”Ooooh, yeah… do it, do my tits… cum on them.”
She finished Duvid and then moved over to Aryeh Leib who pointed his cock at her tits and spurted almost immediately. His cum leapt from his dick and landed onher tits and then on her lips. She leaned back and drooled his cum from her lips onto her breasts as he continued spurting on her. When Aryeh Leib finished, Ratzy stood up and smeared all of our cum around on her breasts and reveled in what it felt like.
“Oooh, I like this a lot! More. I want more cum.” She moved to Ari and knelt in front of him. “In my face,big boy. Do it right on my pretty face.”
Ari could hardly breathe as he pumped his thick cock over my wife’s full lips. Then she opened her mouth,and Ari tilted his cock downward to spurt his cum there. She stuck her tongue out and Ari coated it withhis cum. She let him fill her mouth with his sperm,then turned so that we could all see her holding it inher mouth.
Everyone groaned as if on cue and watched her swallow the thick goo. Avrem’l was next and he was close todying, I think. He let Ratzy take his cock in her hand and rub it around on her sperm-slicked lips. She watched him as she jacked him off and then licked theunderside of his cock with her tongue. She leaned downa bit and sucked his balls into her mouth while she continued to jack him off. He let out a tortured cry and she released his balls to plunge her mouth down onhis cock. We watched as Avrem’l spasmed and pumped Ratzy’s mouth with quick, short strokes, obviously filling her mouth with his cum. Ratzy made hot little noises as she received his offering and then she leaned backward and let Avrem’l’s cum ooze from between her lips and slide down her chin to join therest of ours on her breasts. She spread her legs rightthere on the floor and started fingering herself while we watched, our cocks hanging semi-rigid beneath us. She grunted and masurbated her own pussy with her fingers, her tits bobbing and jiggling as she brought herself closer to an orgasm.
With one hand plunging deep into her pussy, she began kneading her breasts with her other hand. First onehuge boob, then the other, smearing our mixed cum allover them. Now, she pulled on her nipple, moaning in pleasure. With our hands now seriously pumping our own cocks again, we watched as Ratzy pulled her nipple into her mouth and began sucking on her own tit, her moans growing louder and louder. She stuck her tongue out and hungrily lapped our cum off her huge melons. Looking around, I saw everyone’s cocks were at full attention again, as was mine.
I knew that sucking cum off her own tits was one ofher biggest turn-ons, and that she’d be needing dick very soon. I thought I saw her eyeing Shmiel’s cock hungrily and my jealousy came back. Ratzy noticed that I saw where she was looking and she grinned wickedly.
Getting off the floor, she took me and sat me on the floor, my back leaning against the wall. She then goton her knees in front of me and started giving me asecond blow job, this time much slower and moresensuous. She ran her tongue along the length of myshaft, then made slow agonizing circles on mycock-head with her tongue, while her delicate fingersteasingly ran up and down my shaft.
While she was blowing me, her ass was to the chevra,and she was swaying it and arching it in circles, tantalizing them. I saw them jacking their cocks fordear life, their eyes bulging at her dripping pussy displayed to them from between her legs, and I wanted to ram my cock up that naughty snatch and show my friends how I could make her beg. But she was giving me a blow job like I had never received till then, and I was helpless to move. After gently sucking on myballs while her hands squeezed my shaft, she plunged my cock into her mouth, cupping my sack in her palms,feeling as my sack tightened with each suck of herlips over my cock. She went faster and faster, then suddenly, when I was ready to explode, stopped, and started all over again.
Knowing she had me glued, my wife turned her face adrop and with a finger sticky with my pre-cum, sheteasingly beckoned Shmiel to come behind her. She would get his cock after all, with me watching and helpless to stop her. With one hand and her mouth still pleasuring my cock, Ratzy grabbed Shmiel’s cock from behind her with her other hand, and stroked it,moaning into my cock. She pulled Shmiel onto his knees behind her and guided his cock to the opening of her dripping heaven.
Shmiel didn’t need a second invitation. He grabbed her buns with his hands, kneading them, sending my wife into a fit over my cock. She was sucking me, almost devouring my entire length, making me numb from pleasure. Shmiel was teasing her clit, playing hisc ock-head at the opening of her pussy, making her want him badly. Desperate for that thick, long cock, Ratzy bucked her ass, pushing back, wanting to swallow my friend’s cock in her tight tunnel.
Shmiel held off her another second, then he too just needed her, and he plunged his cock roughly up my wife’s cunt. Ratzy gagged on my cock. She held onto me to steady heself, then rhythmically sucking on my cock, she began pumping back over Shmiel’s pounding dick. I felt every time he banged into her, as she took my shaft more in her mouth, then let it slide out till next bang from Shmiel. There was no way I could hold off any longer, and without warning I shot myload into my wife’s mouth.

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Detention 14

CHRIS
The phone kept ringing and ringing, but he wouldn’t fuckin’ answer it. “What the fuck are you doin’?” I screamed into the phone. The only answer I got back was the ring tone that went on forever and forever. After about five more rings, I slammed the receiver down on the hook, mad as fuck.
“He wasn’t there?” Aaron asked as he sat on an apple-colored couch with a half-grin on his pretty face. For a second I’d forgotten that dude was in the room – I’d forgotten that I was in his small, cluttered apartment. I was so focused on tryin’ to talk to Brandon – but of course that shit ended up bein’ a fuckin’ waste of time.
“Didn’t answer the phone,” I answered angrily.
“He might’ve been busy,” Aaron suggested. He smiled again; his teeth were too white and perfect, almost like they were fake. His whole face, although it was good-looking, had that same kinda artificialness to it.
“Probably so,” I said. B better not have been busy doin’ what I was thinkin’ he might’ve been busy doin’ especially with that dumb ass, Luke Blockhead. What the fuck could he be doin’ that was so important that he couldn’t come to his phone and talk to me. Or maybe B knew it was me on the other line and just didn’t want to talk to me. But that couldn’t have been the reason, `cause he wouldn’t have called me earlier if he didn’t want to talk to me.
I picked up the phone and dialed Brandon’s number again. I was as fuckin’ patiently as I could for B to pick up the phone. Ten fuckin’ rings went by before his fuckin’ voicemail picked up. “B, it’s me. If you’re there, pick up the phone. I need to talk to you….fuck it. Just call me back later.” I hung the phone up for the second time.
“Still wasn’t there?” Aaron questioned. He had this look in his attractive brown eyes, like he was happy that I was upset that I wasn’t able to talk to B. He stretched out on the couch, with his long legs dangling over the arm of the couch and his arms tucked behind his head. Looked like he was posing for a fuckin’ photo or something.
“Guess not…well, thanks for lettin’ me use your phone.” I started to make my way to the door.
“Where are you goin’?” Aaron asked in that deep southern accent of his.
I stopped and turned around to look at him. Aaron stared at me with those hypnotic dark eyes of his. The bottom of his shirt was lifted up a little, so I could see his nice, flat stomach, his small navel, and the little thin trail of hair that disappeared down into his tight-ass blue jeans. He was definitely tryin’ to pull me in, but I really wasn’t tryin’ to let that happen . I was too busy thinkin’ about talkin’ to B to even be worried about this dude. “To my truck,” I said.
“Where you gonna go?” Aaron asked.
“I don’t know. Somewhere I could sleep for the night.”
Aaron laughed. He stretched his arms above his head, causing his shirt to raise up a little bit more. He wore low-rise jeans, and bein’ able to see the naked, tight curve of his ass, it was a bit more than obvious that the dude didn’t have any underwear on, and that he really wanted me to know that he didn’t have underwear on. “Why’d you think I asked you to come over here?” Aaron questioned. “Wasn’t just so you can use the phone.”
“I’m cool,” I said, “I’m just goin’ to go find somewhere to stay tonight so I can head back tomorrow.”
“You’re not gonna find anything around here,” Aaron said with that perfect smile on his face, “and if you do, you’ll end up payin’ more than you need to when you can just stay here free.”
I was tryin’ to be polite at first, but this dude was really startin’ to annoy me. “Look, I’m not tryin’ to get into anything with you tonight.”
Aaron’s forehead creased. “What do you mean ‘get into anything’?”
“You know what I’m talkin’ about. Don’t act dumb. I didn’t come over here to fuck you.”
Aaron laughed at me again as though I’d just said the most fuckin’ funniest joke in the world. He sat upright on the couch. “I’m not trynna have sex with you, Chris. I just wanted to help you out. Looked like you were goin’ through a hard time, and I thought maybe I could help you out.” I might’ve believed him if he didn’t say ‘hard’ the way he did. Somehow he found a way to make everything sound like he wanted to fuck.
“I don’t think I’d feel comfortable stayin’ here,” I told him. “I mean I don’t even know you at all. You don’t even know me either. I might try and kill you in the middle of the night or steal your shit or somethin’.”
“No you wouldn’t,” Aaron said.
“How would you know?”
‘`Cause you’re not as tough as you think you are,” Aaron replied. For some reason that reminded me of somethin’ that Brandon might say. When Aaron said that, it made my heart skip right quick. “There’s no reason for you to go back out there. You can just sleep on this couch tonight, wake up in the mornin’ and go back to your boyfriend.”
“Who the fuck said I had a boyfriend?” I asked. I was defensive, but didn’t really know why.
“Who was the guy you were trynna call then?”
“A friend of mine,” I lied. I don’t know why I said that. Aaron already knew that wasn’t true, and I don’t know why I was embarrassed to call B what he was really was to me – or at least what he was to me.
“What does the B stand for?” Aaron asked.
“Huh?”
“You called him ‘B.’ What’s his real name?”
I didn’t want to tell him Brandon’s name, so I told him the first name I could think of. “Ben.”
Aaron nodded and smiled. He could definitely be a fuckin’ model `cause his face was just so damn perfect. “Do you love him?”
I got kinda defensive again, but then I relaxed some. “I don’t know…maybe…I guess…I think so…I don’t really wanna talk about this shit right now. Especially with someone I don’t know.” It felt weird sayin’ that shit out loud. I never thought I would feel that way about anybody. But when I really thought about it, I did.
“Six months ago I left home `cause I couldn’t be around my family anymore, and `cause I couldn’t be around my boyfriend anymore,” Aaron said. “I came here to get away from all of `em. I thought that things would be better if I was by myself…but it’s not better at all. I’m lonely here. I gave up someone I really cared about, `cause I was scared. And now…I wish I could just go back to the way things you used to be. When stuff was simple instead of complicated.”
“Same way I feel,” I told him.
“Runnin’ away from your problems doesn’t fix `em,” Aaron told me. “I definitely know that for sure.” Aaron stood, stretched, and began to walk through a little hallway which I guess led to his room. “I’m about to go to bed,” he said. “I’ll be up for a little while, in case you wanna talk or whatever…” Aaron grinned at me and went into his room.
I could’ve just left right then. But there was really no place for me to go. I figured I might as well just stay the night, and maybe in the mornin’ I could decide what I was gonna do. I went over to the couch and lay down. It felt warm and soft from where Aaron had been laying on it. Looking up at the ceiling, I thought about Brandon and wondered if he was thinkin’ about me. I would like to think that he was. It would be good to know that he was worryin’ about me and wonderin’ when I was comin’ home – but maybe he didn’t even know that I was really gone. Part of me wanted to just get off the couch, leave, get in my truck, and drive back to him. But then what? Would shit be different just `cause I showed up at his doorstep? Why would he want to see me now, when he didn’t want to see me the other night? I checked my cell phone to see if the signal had started workin’ again. But it wasn’t. Mad, I just turned the goddamn thing off. I figured that B wasn’t gonna call me anyway.
I didn’t wanna stay in this dude’s apartment, but at the same time I didn’t wanna leave, `cause I wasn’t completely sure if there was a really reason for me to leave. And then I thought about Aaron in the other room, and wondered if he was waitin’ for me to come into his room and try somethin’ with him. A good part of me wanted to. I hadn’t had sex in pretty much over a week, almost two.
Aaron was decent lookin’, and I knew I could pull him in if I wanted to. But I knew that if I wanted to make shit right with B again, that fuckin’ some other dude wasn’t gonna be the best way to do it. Except that B didn’t have a problem messin’ around with Blockhead. Even if that dude didn’t mean anything to him, he was still doin’ it. Why shouldn’t I do the same thing? It’s probably not like I’m gonna see this Aaron dude ever again anyway? Might as well make the best out of it.
My dick started to get hard thinkin’ about fuckin’ Aaron. I could tell he had a hot body under those clothes he wore, and a sexy ass behind those tight ass jeans. I gave my dick a few rough tugs through my jeans and stood up. I kinda felt nervous as I walked through the short hallway to Aaron’s room. I felt kinda guilty too. I knew it was somethin’ I shouldn’t be doin’. But I was gonna do it anyway. I went to Aaron’s bedroom door and pushed it open slightly…
BRANDON
Luke sighed and rolled off of me. For a few minutes, we both didn’t move or say anything, and then he finally got off of my bed and started to put on his clothes. I watched him, his beautiful, muscular naked body, and I wondered why I wasn’t more attracted to him.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
I could tell that Luke was upset as he put on his jeans, but of course he wasn’t going to let me know it. “No need to be. Maybe some other time.” He put on his shirt and shoes. I grabbed my underwear from the base of the bed and put them on.
“Just felt tired,” I told him. I don’t know why I felt like I had to explain myself to Luke, but I did.
“I told you, it’s okay,” Luke said angrily. “I’m not mad.”
“You look like you are.”
Luke stared at me with an irate expression on his face for a few moments. “I’m fine,” he said. It sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince me. I kinda felt bad for him. “See you later,” Luke told me. And then he was gone. The second Luke left, I jumped off my bed, went over to my pair of jeans on the floor and pulled out my cell phone from my pocket. Eagerly, I checked my voicemail, hoping to God that Chris had called me. There was one message: “B, it’s me…” When I heard Chris’ voice, my heart almost popped out of my chest. “…If you’re there, pick up the phone…I really need to talk to you…fuck it, just call me back later.” I wanted to call him back that second, but I really didn’t know what to say.
But I called anyway, waiting for Chris to answer. Two rings went by. Then four. Then six. After a while I became really discouraged and just hung up the phone. I wondered what he was doing right now. Going back over to my bed, which still smelled like Luke, I stared at the ceiling thinking about Chris, wishing that he was with me right now. I shouldn’t have let him leave like that the other night. I wished that none of the shit that happened had happened; basically I just wished that things would go back to the way they used to be, when we spend all most all the time together, having sex and annoying each other. Now, I felt really lonely without him.
JASON
“What are you thinkin’ about?” Billy asked.
We were laying naked on his bed, facing the opposite end of each other. I rubbed his slightly hair, muscular calf before I kissed it. “Nothing,” I said.
“Bullshit,” Billy said. “You haven’t said anything in like twenty minutes.” He rested his large, warm hand on my hamstring, and then slid it upward to my ass, where he squeezed each globe really hard. It made me get slightly hard again when he touched me like that, but I was still kind’ve recuperating from the last time Billy fucked me, nearly half-an hour ago. “You must be thinkin’ about somethin’. Is it me?”
“Kind of,” I told him. “I was just kinda thinking about how weird all of this is.”
“What is?” Billy asked. I changed directions on the bed so that we were both facing each other. I stared into his intense dark eyes, at his beautiful face, and it felt like I was seeing him for the first time. He looked so perfect, so simple and perfect.
“You,” I said, “and me. It’s kinda weird.” I moved in closer to him so that I could feel the warmth coming from his hard body. Billy wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in really close to him. “I never thought it would be like this.”
“Yeah,” Billy responded.
I kissed the side of his neck. I could feel his strong pulse beating against my lips. And I could feel his body start to heat up even more. His cock also started to grow larger, and it pressed against mine, which also was getting really hard again. “But I like it,” I told him. “I like you.”
“I know,” Billy said in his casual, borderline arrogant tone. “Me too.” He waited a minute, and then asked, “What about Brandon? Do you still like him?”
A part of me kinda shuddered when Billy said Brandon’s name. I wished Billy hadn’t even mentioned Brandon to me. I was still really upset from the way that he led me on and then fucked me over. Though I had to admit that I was still physically attracted to him, my feelings for him had turned a complete 180 and I really didn’t ever want to talk to him again. And I’m not the kind of person not to forgive someone, but at the same time, I didn’t consider Brandon to be someone I would ever really want to be friends with.
But in a way, I was glad that Brandon had rejected me, because it brought me closer to Billy. I really liked being around him; when we we’re together, he’s completely different from the asshole, stupid jock stereotype that he tries so hard to maintain. When we’re together, Billy was more sensitive, more considerate, and a lot more intelligent than I thought he would be. He surprised me in a good way. Still, I was wondering why Billy had asked me that question. “Why?” I asked, rolling on top of him.
“Just a question,” Billy said. He spread his legs apart, allowing me to squeeze in through the space between his muscular thighs. His cock was fully hard now, poking at my lower stomach. It only took a few more seconds for my own cock to be just as hard.
“I don’t even want to think about him right now, Will-” I was about to call him ‘William’ but I know he hated when I called him that. I just liked the sound of ‘William’ more than ‘Billy’. It sounded stronger and more dignified. “I just want to worry about you.” I kissed him gently on the lips. Billy wrapped both of his strong arms around me, jamming his tongue into my mouth. I loved kissing Billy, because he always kissed me with such passion and force as though it were the last time he would ever be able to kiss me and he wanted to make it count. He broke away from me.
“But do you still like him?”
“Why are we still talking about this?” I asked. “No, I don’t like him.”
Billy looked at me for a few seconds as though he were trying to see if I was telling him the truth or something. It was unusual for me to see him being so insecure, when usually he projected so much self-confidence. Yet at the same time, it was kind of good to know that he actually cared about how I felt about him. “Really, I’m serious,” I told him. “He has too many issues for me. And he doesn’t know what he wants.” Billy grabbed my ass with both hands and rolled over so that he was on top of me now.
“What do you mean?” Billy asked.
“You know what I mean. He acted like he liked me for a quick second, and then he was like “I have to be Chris’. Five seconds later he’s over Chris and moved on to Luke Block. He’s probably gone through the whole fucking varsity football team by now. People like him annoy me. So, no. I don’t like him.” As soon as I finished talking, Billy covered my mouth with his and our tongues wrestled with one another. “Good,” he said.
Billy started to kiss down my neck, to my chest, and then he began to gently bite one of my nipples. The moist touch of his lips, the humidity of his breath, the wetness of his talented tongue, and the gentle hardness of his teeth made my body jerk and spasm in pleasure. Billy bit down a little bit harder and a loud moan escaped my mouth. He grabbed my arms and pinned them up behind me so that I couldn’t move as he continued to go to work on my nipples.
After he finished with my nipples, he licked upward to my armpit and began lick there; the touch of his tongue there electrified my nerves, and I screamed out, almost hitting a high-pitched scream as Billy licked faster and faster. I loved the feeling of being powerless and surrendering to him as he did whatever he wanted to me.
Billy licked down the center of my chest again, down my smooth flat stomach, until he came to my navel. He knew that of all the places on my body, that was the most sensitive. Billy stuck the tip of tongue into my navel and flicked at it very rapidly. I moaned and groaned, struggling against his powerful grip. The more I tried to struggle with him, the tighter Billy held me down, and the hotter my body became.
My cock was pulsating against his chest, and I waited in antagonizing anticipation, because I knew that was the next place Billy was going to go next. Billy continued downward to my pubic area, which I’d shaved recently, because that was one of Billy’s favorite places to lick and kiss me. With his free hand, Billy cupped my nutsack and began to message my balls as he licked around right above my rock hard cock.
I continued to squirm under his grasp, shut my eyes tight and curled my toes tight as Billy deep-throated my nine inch cock into his mouth in one easy motion. I arched my back and screamed out loud, hitting the top of my head against the headboard. His beautiful warm lips went up and down my shaft, each time faster than the last. I continued to scream;
Billy rolled me over roughly on my stomach. With one hand on my head, keeping me on the pillow, Billy went straight for my butt, spreading my ass apart with his other hand and dug his tongue inside of my crack. The touch of Billy’s tongue within the inside of my asscrack felt electric. I tried to squirm in response to his licks and tongue thrusts, but Billy easily kept me in place. The tip of his tongue circled around my asshole in fiery hot circles. “Fuck me,” I whispered, just about out of breath.
At first I didn’t think Billy had heard me, but then he snatched his tongue out of my butt and mounted me. His hard muscular body pressing me down into the mattress felt so good. Billy kissed the back of my neck while he grinded his extra big and hard cock against my asscrack, sliding it in between without actually going inside of it. For some reason I thought about Brandon, and if circumstances had been different, then maybe I would be having sex with him instead of Billy.
The more I tried to picture in my head, what it would be like to be with Brandon, it didn’t seem right; even though – and I wish I wasn’t – still attracted to Brandon, I couldn’t imagine myself actually fucking him. I couldn’t imagine him on top of me, as Billy was, ready to stick his big cock far up my ass. I could only imagine Billy doing this to me. Maybe that’s the way Brandon felt about Chris…if he hasn’t already fucked Luke Block yet.
I was interrupted from my thoughts by the sudden and shocking sensation of Billy’s cock going into my ass. Billy had fucked me many times – while I’ve fucked him only twice – and each time he entered me, I felt like it was the first time I was ever having sex. Billy pushed his cock into my ass slowly, knowing that I needed it to be gentle when he first put it inside. I heard him sigh deeply and his body relaxed as all thick ten inches of him slid into my ass. Biting the pillow, I waited for the initial discomfort to go away, but I got used to it quickly – as I always did.
When Billy knew that I was more comfortable, he took his cock halfway out and rammed it in again, much harder and quicker that time. I closed my eyes and cleared my mind, thinking about nothing except for Billy and him fucking me. He moved faster and faster, in and out. I loved the touch of his body against mine; I loved the way he would softly moan right before he came; I loved being with him – I loved him. It felt weird to think that, but it was true. And I knew he felt the same way, I knew –
The telephone rang.
At first we both continued like we didn’t hear it. We kept going at until the ringing became like a drilling in our heads. Angry, Billy took himself out of me and grabbed the phone. “What the fuck do you want?” he asked. I smiled to myself, amused by his anger, aroused by the sweat glistening on his perfect, naked body. I watched Billy’s expression go from angry – to even more angry. “Why the fuck are you callin’ here, Newman? How did you get my number in the first place? No. He’s not here….I don’t know where the fuck he is…he’s your problem, not mine…why should I tell you where he live? Don’t you already know?”
By this time I figured that Brandon was the person on the other line and that he was looking for Chris. I saw the anger on Billy’s face as he talked to Brandon – it wasn’t a normal kind of anger, it was an envious type of anger. “Fine. He lives on Davis Street, last house on the left. Don’t call here again.” Billy hung up the phone.
Even though I already knew, I asked, “Who was that?”
Billy lay beside me again, face to face. “Dumb ass Brandon Newman.”
“What did he want?” I don’t know why I was asking this questions that I already had the answers to. Maybe I just wanted to see how Billy would respond to them.
“You know what he wanted,” Billy answered sharply.
There was a moment of silence between us. I think both of us went limp. The romantic mood had passed. Now the rest of the night would be filled with awkwardness. For some reason, I just decided to ask, “Do you still like him?”
Billy’s forehead creased. He looked at me as if he liked lung cancer. “Brandon Newman? Hell fuckin no.”
“That’s not who I’m talking about.”
Billy’s face relaxed a little. He had this weird expression on his face that I couldn’t describe, almost like I had caught him in the biggest lie he had ever told and he couldn’t his guilt. “Chris?”
I didn’t have to say anything. He knew that was the right answer. “He’s my friend,” Billy said.
“I know,” I told him.
“That’s all,” Billy said. And then he rolled over, so that his back was facing me. “Or at least he used to be my friend. Until fuckin Newman came and fucked shit up.”
“You’re mad that he was spending more time with Brandon instead of you.” I meant it to sound as a question, but it ended up just being a statement.
“Jay, I don’t wanna talk about this shit right now. Leave me alone.” I didn’t say anything else to him. I just laid there and watched his back, thinking, but not saying anything out loud.
CHRIS
I opened the door to Aaron’s room. It smelled like oranges inside of his room and there was a small lamp on in the corner, makin’ the room not so dark I saw Aaron lying in his bed, on his back, eyes closed. He was naked – or at least it looked so. The covers came up to where his dick was and it didn’t look like he was wearin’ underwear. That dude had a slick body; skinny but not too skinny – he had some muscle to him and I liked it. I closed the bedroom door behind me gently. I didn’t know if he was asleep or not. Probably not. He was just probably fakin it.
Almost as if he read my mind or somethin’, Aaron opened his eyes and looked at me. He gave me that “I wanna fuck you” smile again. “Figured you would come in here,” he said.
“It was cold in there and that couch is hard.”
“That couch isn’t the only thing hard,” Aaron noticed, looking at the front of my jeans. My dick was still semi-hard. I kinda felt nervous again. I was used to be the one chasin’ after people, being straight to the point and shit, not the other way around. This dude knew how to really go after what he wanted, and I thought that was cool. “Well don’t just stand there,” Aaron said, ‘come over here.”
“I told you already dude, I’m not gonna fuck you.”
Aaron laughed like a Texan cowboy. “You’re a funny boy. You keep bringin’ up sex and I just asked you to come here.”
“I’m just lettin’ you know, so don’t get too excited.”
Aaron laughed again. “Just come here, boy.” Somethin’ about the way he said that made my dick pop right back up. And he definitely noticed. “I just wanna talk to you,” Aaron said with that devious smile. “That’s all.” He stretched his body out so that the blankets went further down his body, allowing me to see his neatly trimmed pubic hair. Yep. He was butt-naked for sure.
I kicked off my shoes and took off my baseball cap. When I was about to get into bed with him, Aaron smiled and said, “You can’t wear your clothes to bed.” He was really makin’ it hard for me to not want to just fuck the shit outta him. But I had to remember about Brandon. I didn’t wanna have all that fuckin’ guilt in my head if I did sometin’ I wasn’t supposed to do. I took off my shirt slowly, unbuckled my jeans even slower. Normally, I didn’t give a fuck about someone watchin’ me undress, I was never ashamed of my body. But for some reason, when this dude was looking at me, with this excited-ass look in his eyes, I started feelin’ all shy and shit.
“Why are you lookin’ at me like that?”
Aaron just smiled. “Nothin’. Keep goin’. You’re almost there.”
I let my pants fall to the ground and stood naked, tryin’ to keep my dick down, but not gettin’ any luck. When Aaron saw me naked, his eyebrows arched and that smile became wider. “Lucky boyfriend you got,” he said. I climbed into the bed with him, more scared than nervous now. I don’t know why I was lettin’ this dude make me sweat like this.
I could’ve easily just put my shit back on and leave and find somewhere else to stay. But it was somethin’ about this boy that was makin’ me stay against my will. I made sure to stay as far away from him as possible, tryin’ not to let any of our parts touch each other. “I’m not gonna do anything you don’t want me to do,” Aaron said. I knew that shit was a lie, `cause I said the same shit to all the girls and dudes I ever wanted to fuck. This dude was really tryin’ to pull one over on me and I was layin’ naked up in his bed, hard as a fuckin’ metal pole. “What are you thinkin’ about?” Aaron asked. His warm foot softly touched my knee. I felt a sizzle go up my leg.
“I’m thinkin’ I need to get the fuck outta here.”
“Where? Back to where you came from?” Aaron asked. “Back to ‘Ben’?” He said ‘Ben’ in a way that he knew that wasn’t Brandon’s real name. “Do you think he’s waitin’ for you at home?”
“I don’t know.”
Aaron scooted closer to me. I could feel the heat comin’ from his body and though I didn’t want to admit it, it felt good. “He probably misses you,” he said.
“How would you know?”
Grazing my elbow with his finger, Aaron said, “I can just tell.” He really knew how to make the simplest touches feel like the best. “I know you wanna be with him right now.”
“…Yeah… I do.”
Aaron placed his hand on my stomach. I jerked when he touched me; he didn’t take his hand off, and I kinda didn’t want him to. “What does he smell like?”
“What kinda weird-ass question is that?”
Aaron shrugged. “Smells are important. How does he smell like?”
I tried to remember what B smelled like the last time I saw him, last night on the porch. But I couldn’t think. “I don’t know.”
“What’s his favorite ice-cream flavor?” Aaron asked.
“I don’t know. That’s a stupid ass question.” Aaron lowered his hand so it was below my navel. My dick throbbed.
“What does he wanna be?” Aaron questioned.
“I don’t know.” He was makin’ me sound like a fuckin’ idiot.
“When’s his birthday?”
“Can we stop fuckin’ playin’ twenty goddamn questions?” I yelled. “I don’t know the answer to none of that shit.”
“Maybe that’s part of the problem,” Aaron said simply. “Seems like you like him, but you don’t really know him.” After saying that, Aaron took his hand off of me. He got out of bed and walked over to the lamp on the other side of the room. He turned it off, leaving the whole room in darkness and shadows. I felt him climb in the bed beside me again. I thought that he was gonna try and go at me again, but he didn’t. “Good night,” Aaron said. I didn’t say anything back. I just looked up at the dark ceiling. What Aaron just said repeated over and over in my head: “Seems like you like him, but you don’t really know him.”
I could hear Aaron breathing softly beside me. Gently, I got out of bed and tryin’ not to make a whole lot of noise, put my clothes on. Right as I was about to head out of the room, I heard Aaron ask me, “Are you leavin’ now?”
I turned around. “Yeah.”
A brief pause, and then Aaron said, “You goin’ home?”
Home. I really didn’t have a home to go back to. But B was back at home. And even though there was some shit back there that I really didn’t want to deal with, that’s where I wanted to be. “Yeah. Thanks for your help.”
Even in the darkness, I could tell that Aaron was smiling at me. “Good luck he said. Make sure you lock the door when you leave.”
“See you later,” I told him.
I left his apartment in a hurry, gettin’ into my truck like I was tryin’ to escape from a serial killer or somethin’. I wanted to leave as fast as possible. As I turned on the ignition I thought about the reasons why I had left in the first place. I know for damn sure that shit between me and my dad wasn’t gonna change. I didn’t even wanna bother to talk to him. I wanted to have another chance with B, to make things better, to fix the only relationship in my life that ever really meant somethin’ to me. Things were gonna be different when I went back. They were gonna be better – at least I hoped they would be.

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slut wife

you’ve read any of my other stories about my sexual exploits, then you’ll know I’m far from being the “faithful” husband, but I’m not alone in having little “secrets”…
About 10 years ago my wife Janelle and I went on a holiday to the Nth Coast of NSW, Australia. Whilst we were staying at Port MacQuarie, we decided to go on a canoe day trip up the river. We arrived at the jetty to find another 7 people already getting their gear ready. There were a couple of female Swedish backpackers, a Dutch couple, James our guide and two American guys, one of whom was an athletic negro named Robert.
We introduced ourselves and I couldn’t help but notice the way my wife was staring at Robert as his shirtless, muscled torso rippled and glistened in the early morning light. I had a stupid grin on my face thinking that at least now I could perve on the two Swedish chicks and the Dutch babe (who was the better looking of the three) without pissing Janelle off.
We climbed into our canoes and headed off up river, passing by an island of Pelican’s, a few Oyster farms, some Mangrove Wetlands and eventually to a little riverside park where we stopped for breakfast. All the way there I had kept our canoe to the rear so I could watch the Swedish pair, but that also meant we were right behind Robert and his mate.
The guide had put on a great breakfast for us consisting of cereal, tropical fruits and fresh juice. We sat around on the river bank talking and enjoying the sunshine for a while and then it was time to get moving. I’d been so intent on perving at the Swedes that I hadn’t noticed Janelle strike up a conversation with Robert. I helped the guide pack up the gear and load it into his canoe while Janelle slipped off to the toilets. Once we had finished loading the canoes, I decided to go for a slash too.
I walked into the mensroom and was about to take a leak when I heard a low moan eminate from the closed cubicle behind me. I listened closer and I could hear someone sucking in their breath. I smiled to myself and thought one of the guys must’ve been wanking himself, probably over the Swedish pair, when I heard “Oh yeah baby; suck on that hard dick.” I listened hard and yes, I could make out the wet slurping sounds of someone sucking a cock!
My own cock became instantly hard. I moved into the adjacent stall, climbed up onto the pan so I could take a peek over the wall. What I saw nearly made me fall backwards into it with shock! There was my beautiful wife Janelle, on her knees sucking the biggest black cock I had ever seen! Robert had one hand on her left shoulder and the other at the back of her head as she enthusiasticly bobbed up and down on what must have been at least a 10inch pole. I dropped my own cock out of my pants and started to stroke myself in time with her. He was groaning louder now and she was moaning in little whimpers as his cock slid back and forth down her throat. I was just starting to get to work on myself when she stopped suddenly and stood up.
I dropped down so they wouldn’t see me and heard her say that there wasn’t much time and she wanted him inside her cunt.
“Fuck me,” she said “I want to feel it up me.”
I was just about ready to burst when I heard this, and started to furiously pound away on my cock. I could tell when he entered her because she hissed,
“Oh christ…yessss!”
I waited a few moments before sneaking another look. When I did, I found her standing bent over against the stall door, her shorts and panties around her knees. Robert was pounding his thick black weapon into her from behind and she was obviously enjoying the difference between his ebony monster and my pale 7 incher? The contrast between his dark black cock and her creamy white arse was just so hot!
She was urging him to fuck her harder and faster and reaching under herself to fondle his heavy balls. He was really giving it to her now and sweat was pouring down his back. He groaned that he was about to cum and she asked him not to do it inside her. I watched in awe as he pulled that amazing fuckstick out of her distended cunt and blew spurt after spurt of thick white cum onto the small of her back. She dropped down and took him back into her mouth, cleaning all the remaining cum from the head of his cock. That did it for me, and I blew my own sticky load off against the wall of my stall.
Quickly, I tucked my softening cock away and raced back outside so they wouldn’t know they’d been discovered. Robert returned first and I saw him give a little wink and whisper something to his mate who laughed and gave him a “high five”. Next Janelle came back but
she shyed away when I went to kiss her. (I wonder why!)
We finished the tour and I couldn’t wait to get Janelle back to our hotel so I could fuck the daylights out of her too. She wasn’t too keen on it (i guess she was a little sore?)but she agreed to suck and toss me off before going to bed for an afternoon sleep.
I haven’t ever let on about what I saw that day, but I often relive it in my mind as I masturbate. Sometimes I wonder if she’s ever done it again? Anyway, I might bring it up one day and who knows, maybe we’ll have a threesome or something?

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My Nympho Fiancé III

Nadia talks to me about the meter reader whom comes around monthly and her fantasy about seducing him following the rules I get to watch.

Fantasm

Titcage (Chapter 34)

Claire’s reluctant work at the woman-demeaning lobby group “Titcage” hastransformed her life into that of a slut.

Poem

I’m a filthy whore who needs to be punished

I’m a pet, I’m a whore, I’m a nasty little bitch
A cock-slut, call me whatever you like, I love filthy names you calling me
Teach me how to treat your cock, spank me if necessary
I’m a bad girl who needs to be punished
torture me, humiliate me, teach me obedience!
PUNISH ME PLEASE. I’M NOTHING BUT A WHORE CUNT
A SLAVE whose primary job is pleasing you
Tie me up, lash me, write “FUCK ME” on my butt
This would me make me humiliated more and more
Hurt me, use me, I’m your fuck-toy.
Tie me up, tell me that I’m a whore, a slave, a slut, a pet.
SLAP me and make me count them and thank you punishing me!!
Let your friends use me, I love being punished by many
I’m a submissive slave, I have to punished, tortured.
Sell me, I know I’m worthless
I have to show the world how dirty little slut I’m,
And finally when I teach how whore I am reward me please
FUCK ME PLEASE, I can’t take it anymore…

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