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“Oh, my god! I can’t believe I’m finally getting to see you in the flesh!”
“I’m not really “in the flesh””
“Oh, I know but still… it sure beats seeing photos anyway. At least now you’re actually moving and talking.”
It was our first ever Skype call and it honestly felt great to finally see Marcus (even though we’ve had our fair share of endless conversations over the phone). He looked good… really good. “Better than what I’ve seen in photos and ever expected” good. He’d cut his hair short and although I didn’t have many high hopes about it, he looked great which, coming from me, is shocking enough being as long hair is where all the fun is.
We were all smiles and laughs within a matter of seconds and things just feel in so smoothly during the duration of the call. I hadn’t known him for long but I felt comfortable with him. It was as though I’d known him for a long time, I felt at peace when I was talking to him, which is something that doesn’t happen often to me. But, eventually, my hormones got the best of me and I could barely control myself. Whether it be his humour, confidence or his cute boy-toy smile, I was starting to lose my inner battle; I just wanted to jump through the iPad screen and ride him like a fucking bull. He played all the right moves and he knew full well what he was doing to me. The more I tried to hold myself back, the harder he pushed and broke down my walls. I hated it… a lot, but it was a quirk that made him who he is and one that I’d actually come to enjoy and love.
“Ah, c’mon Liz, can’t you just sneak out of the house for a little while? Just five minutes I promise.” He asked. “I wish I could. Plus, you and I both know that five minutes won’t even be close to enough.”
“I just want to see you so I could grab you and throw you up against a wall, slamming you with kisses while my hands travel up and down your body, squeezing you in all the right places.”
I took in a deep breath as my mind reeled with ideas and made him a promise; “Both of us have the day off tomorrow so I’ll drop by your place around 12pm. Sound good?”
“Sound’s great.” He replied with a wink.
******
It was around 10am when I woke up and ran in for a quick shower. Before jumping in, I decided to take a few photos and send to Marcus as a good morning present. His reply came almost instantly urging me to hurry up and leave the house. I wore my black skinnys and a purple top with black flats and, leaving my hair out and wet, locked up the house and made my way to his house.
Within a few minutes I was knocking away at his door but his reply came from the garage. I walked over to the garage door as it was opening up and saw him standing in nothing but shorts and an old oiled up rag over his right shoulder. The sight was more than anything my body could handle and in the blink of an eye my knees wobbled mid- step and fell right in front of him. Way to go embarrassing yourself Liz, real nice.
“Woah, woah, easy there. I haven’t even started with you and already you’re collapsing on me.” I didn’t even have to look at his face to know that he had that cheeky smile on his face.
“Oh, shush you.” I said, looking up slightly embarrassed. “I just wasn’t expecting to see you like… this,” I said, motioning with my hands at his figure.
“Ah, I was just working a bit on my bike while I waited for you.”
He opened up his arms and we embraced in the tightest hug for a while before he held me up against the side wall. I let out a quick breath before he slammed his lips against mine, parting them and letting his lips and tongue take control. I wrapped my legs tighter around him and wrapped my arm around his head while my other hand was pulling him closer to me from the waist. My hand ran through his hair as I enjoyed the kiss more than having ice cream on a hot day.
Although he was in jeans, his excitement was hard to miss which sent me on a high knowing that I was doing this to him. I slipped my hands just under his jeans to undo the button and zipper. He slipped his hand under my top and threw it off, lowering himself enough to be able to bury his face between my breasts and softly bite them.
He held me one more time and took me to his room where he threw me on the bed and got on top of me. He lowered himself slowly, rubbing me with his boner before pulling back up and teasing me all over again. He wore that cocky smile on his face and in that instant I just wanted to lunge at him but the teasing was so good I almost didn’t want him to stop at all. I got up on my elbows and unlatched my bra then proceeded to undo my skinnys and toss them away, staying in my panties only. He just looked at me, dazed and lost in thought, and I knew what was going through his head and what he wanted in that instant. I pushed him away from me so he was lying on the bed and got on top of him on all fours. I kissed him softly, barely brushing my breasts against his bare chest, and then started trailing kisses from his jaw down to the top of his jeans. Snail trails never were my thing but the excitement of seeing what it lead to made me shiver all over. I pulled his jeans down slightly and started softly biting his boner through his boxers. I heard him let out a few tiny moans so I bit down on the top of his boxers and pulled them down with my teeth, exposing him.
Prior to this, I had never seen him before and hearing about it being big is not even close to actually seeing how big it really is. He had a more than a slight bend to the left but if anything it just sent me lost in a world of thoughts and pleasure. I had never experienced anything before apart from this moment with him and I instantly knew that this would be one experience that would shine brighter than any other. Reason being: because of his curve. I guess he must have saw my reaction to it because he let out a little chuckle and said; “See I told you it was big. Still think you could handle it?”
Without even replying, I took him in my hand and started rubbing him, paying close attention to his sensitive spots. I planted soft kisses along his shaft and a few nibbles. I knew he wanted me to wrap my lips around him and suck him like mad but teasing him was too much fun. I started rubbing him harder and faster, feeling him throb more and more in my hand. His moans grew louder and I could feel that he was close to reaching his climax. Then I let go and sat next to him with a smile on my face. Cruel, I know. But it just felt so good! The look on his face was priceless until that smile crept back onto his lips. Something dark was brewing in his brain and I quickly regretted my actions.
“Ahhh, so that’s how you wanna play? Ok then.”
He grabbed me by the shoulders and lay me down under him, mimicking my actions by running soft kisses down my chest and stomach till he reached my waist. Without pulling my panties down, he pushed my legs apart and started softly biting and rubbing me. I knew this would be a short-lived pleasure but it felt so good. He bit down on the rim of my panties and slid them down and off my legs, throwing them away. I opened my legs up wider so he was between me. His hands parted my lips and began rubbing my clit with his thumb, fast. I was moaning like crazy, back arched and my nails digging into my stomach. I knew he would stop any second now but I was too high to even care. But he did stop just in the nick of time and at that moment I wanted to kill him.
I lay breathing heavily for a moment before I finally regained strength and got up to sit on him. I sat with my both legs hanging off to one side, just enough to feel him pressed up against me. I kissed him softly on his lips as he wrapped his arms around me. I let myself get lost in the kiss as it deepened. His grip tightened around me as he moved me off him and lay me on his bed. He still had his jeans and boxers on so he stood up to take them off before lying on top of me.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked
“Mhmm.” I replied, looking at him with pure lust and hunger in my eyes.
“I love when you do that.”
Fun fact: both of us were still virgins. Though we’ve had our fair share of fun, we’ve never swiped our v cards (which might be shocking to hear coming from an eighteen and a twenty year old). But we’ve both agreed that we were comfortable with each other enough to share the experience which meant a lot to the both of us.
I opened my legs around him as he found his way into my wet and waiting hole. I dug my nails into his shoulders as he pushed himself deeper into me. I held my breath until his full size was in me. Being as he had a slight curve to the left, I assumed the pleasure I was feeling was not near the same as whether he was straight rather than curved.
He stayed motionless for half a second, allowing me to catch my breath, before he started slowly thrusting himself in and out of me. The pain was outdone by the pleasure and within minutes I was moaning and lost in a trance. I lowered my hands to the small of his back and dug my nails in, urging him to pick up his pace to loosen up my hole more. I heard his soft moans as he began quickening his pace and feeling my walls tightening around him. I felt myself coming close to my first orgasm and wrapped my legs around his waist, tightening my grip on him and pushing him deeper into me while moaning and screaming for him to go faster and harder. I dug my nails deep into his upper back and scratched my way down as I arched my back and reached my first ever climax. Although I had just orgasmed, he still hadn’t and began really quickening his pace. I felt him throbbing deep inside of me as his boner reached its full size and began deeply penetrating my now very wet hole. I could hear ever slam and clap as he thrust into me. He came within a matter of minutes and emptied his juices in me. He lowered himself and gave me a soft peck on the lips before lying beside me to regain his breath. I lay motionless with my eyes closed, still lost in a world I’ve never experienced before. I could feel a bit of his juices running down my thigh and I knew that I must’ve also bleed a lot but I was too exhausted to even care.
“Th-that was… amazing Marcus.” I said, almost breathlessly, adjusting myself so that my head was resting on his chest.
“I love the way you say my name.”
I let out a small chuckle before drifting off into a well deserved sleep. *******
When I woke up I saw that he was still asleep and, from my quick glance out the window, most of the day had passed. I got off him and stretched, recollecting all that had happened. It turned me on just remembering it all so I decided to wake Marcus up with a little surprise. I bent down on all fours on top of him and took his cock in my mouth. I went about it gently until I started feeling him getting harder in my mouth. He started slowly stirring as he came back to the land of the living and a smile crept across his face as he realised what I was doing.
“Ah babe, what a way to wake up.” He said, as he tangled his hand in my hair.
I continued sucking him, feeling him getting harder and harder in my mouth, which just turned me on all the more. I massaged his sack with my hand and rubbed up and down his shaft as I started licking his head and leaving soft bites on and around his cock. He felt and tasted so good in my mouth; I could feel every pulse in his body and every throb from his shaft. He started letting out moans and urging me to go deeper and faster. I did as told and pushed as much as I could of him down my throat while continuing to rub his sack. I quickened my pace as I felt him coming close to his climax. Within a matter of minutes he was frozen as he emptied his load down my throat. I made sure it all went down and licked his head before stretching myself out beside him.
“Good morning to you, too, gorgeous.”
“I’ve always wanted to do that… one of my many fantasies actually.” “Hmmm, well I have a feeling that we’ll be fulfilling a lot of your fantasies.”
He cradled my head in his palm, softly caressing me before he trailed his hand down from my neck to my breasts. He squeezed them softly in his palm, caressing my nipples with his thumb and softly blowing on them making them elongate. He then continued trailing his hand over my belly towards my waist. My most sensitive and weak spots were my sides so the moment his hand rested on my waist I sucked in air and hoped he wouldn’t notice my reaction. He turned and looked at me with his cheeky smile as he realised what effect that had on me.
“So that’s your sensitive spot aye?”
I let out a heavy breath and nodded. He grabbed my waist hard, squeezing it with all his might as I held my breath in both pain and pleasure. When he let go I felt the blood rushing back to my sides.
“Ahh, you’re an asshole.” I exclaimed.
He let out a small chuckle as he continued his way down towards my inner thighs. He parted my legs with his hands as his fingers started rubbing my clit. He leaned over me and started kissing me as his free hand held my side while the other continued rubbing me, increasing in pace and pressure. Yet again, I was lost in a world of pure pain and pleasure. As he started really picking up the pace, he pulled out of the kiss, bent down and sunk his teeth hard on my breast. I held his head, pushing him to bite harder into my flesh. He let go and lowered himself even further till he was just inches away from my inner thighs. Lowering his head, he blew softly on my clit before bringing his lips to it and softly sucking away at my clit. The sensation I was feeling was more than anything I could ever imagine. He licked and sucked away with such skill I never knew he possessed, I started thinking whether he had ever done it before to another. I tangled my hand through his hair and arched my back, pushing him deeper into me, loving the wet sensation I was feeling.
“Faster Marcus, please,” I breathed, as I felt myself coming close to my climax.
He quickened his pace, nibbling me softly on my lips and clit. I felt myself explode in his mouth within a matter of seconds and his pace decreased as he licked away at my juices. Then I felt pain shoot through my thigh as he sunk his teeth into my thigh. I screamed in pain till he let go and lifted myself up to examine my still fresh bite marks in his wall mirror.
“You fucking cunt!” I screamed, as I noticed a few spots of blood coming from both my breast and thigh. “What the fuck was that for?” I turned around and screamed at him.
He didn’t even reply, he just faced his back to me for me to examine my previous handiwork from when we had sex. It looked like a tiger had just mauled him. There were scratch marks running up and down his back and some places had split open with blood spots dried up on them. My nails had bruised the lower part of his back the most and a bite mark on his shoulder, which I don’t even recall doing, started turning all the colours of the rainbow.
“Yikes… I’m so sorry Marcus.”
“Don’t worry about it, I like it.” He said, as he came over to me and planted a hard kiss on my lips.

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The Bradford Family Saga Part 9

Carol’s facial expression changed from a furrowed grimace to one of delicious
delight. Knowing Peter was video-taping them made her more animated, more
expressive, her body movements deliberately lewd and open, giving the camera
complete access to her pleasure from John’s throbbing cock. She giggled
involuntarily, remembering when Mike had once said that she was a better actress
than most of the current female porn stars. It hadn’t taken long to realize that
she enjoyed displaying herself; having people get turned-on by watching her. She
was a exhibitionist and a voyeur! It all added spice to the actual act,
embellishing it, making each time uniquely different. She had no qualms about
performing a ‘brother, sister routine’ for her son and daughter astonished eyes,
in fact, she secretly welcomed it. It was a huge, instant turn-on!
Straddling her brother’s lap, as he sat in a straight- back chair, she felt his
strong hands pull her hips down into his crotch, grinding the base of his prick
against her wet hole; his coarse cock-hair rubbing against the tender outer lips
of her pussy. His cock wasn’t the biggest in the room, but it was very thick and
heavily ridged, almost rough, but after a year of having it spread the walls of
her cunt wide she could easily suck it deep into her pussy without a second’s
hesitation. It was now an old and dear friend.
Noise was all around her; jumbled conversations really, but she couldn’t fully
focus in on them. She was involved, but detached; a portion of her mind
reviewing the events of the morning. Despite her detachment, John’s cock sent a
shiver up her spine, making her grit her teeth. As her mind began to float, she
added additional expression to her flushed face – for Peter’s all-seeing camera.
Breakfast had turned into a farce before she could even serve the food! Mary had
come in, rubbing her sleepy eyes. One look around; her brother’s smirking face,
Marsha and Peter’s sheepish expressions and her glowing sister-in-law, Carol,
told her everything she needed to know. Silently, she mouthed the words, “Which
one?”
“Both!” Carol said aloud; her response drawing feigned expressions of
embarrassment from her laughing children.
In mock shock, Mike threw up his hands. “I only diddled Marsha!”
“Oh, shut up, you silly ass!” Mary snapped at her brother, “You’re lucky she
gave you a sniff after the poor girl found out how you callously seduced your
poor sister.”
Everyone laughed as Mary embraced her nephew and niece. “Oh, you lucky guys! All
of you! No regrets? Remorse? Recriminations?”
“None whatsoever,” Marsha said, looking at her brother with love and tenderness.
“Only that we had to wait so long,” Peter replied, “I’ve wanted her since I was
thirteen.”
“Thirteen! I wanted you when I was eight and you ten,” Marsha said, and kissed
him on the tip of his nose.
Mary hugged her brother and sister-in-law. “I’m so happy for you guys.
Everything in the open! What a relief!
“See,” she said, rambling on at Peter, “I said you should save it; you were
going to have a busy weekend. Hey, come to think of it, you had a busy night!
Both of you did!”
Mary grabbed Carol, almost making her spill the pancake batter she was mixing.
“Holy shit! John! He’s going to have a fit when he finds out.”
“Why?” Mike asked, sounding manly and protective.
Carol laughed outloud, and Mary gave her bother an arched eyebrow look. “Hey,
asshole! He was drooling over Marsha’s ass and tits more than you were. At least
I had a run at Peter, last night; he’s only had wet dreams.”
“Well, tough shit!”
“Oh, Aunt Mary,” Marsha gushed, “let’s goof on him before we tell him anything.
I really want to see his reaction.”
“Reaction, or erection?” Peter teased, surprised by his own candor and lack of
jealousy. Marsha would fuck uncle John, he knew that, just as he would screw
Aunt Mary again, but the fact didn’t interfere with the way he felt; not for
Marsha, or for his aunt, or his mother. He was truly amazed.
Before anyone could reply, John staggered in, his face reflecting his hungover
condition. He plopped, heavily, into a chair, grunted and made a face as girlish
giggles and unsympathetic snorts greeted him.
“Don’t fuck with a dead man! Where’s your pity?” he asked, mournfully.
Marsha winked at her fellow conspirators. “Let me get you some coffee, Uncle
John.”
Bending over to pour, Marsha, smiling innocently, deliberately let her robe fall
away, giving John a panoramic view of her spectacular chest. Everyone gaffewed
when he jumped up after spilling hot coffee in his lap.
“What the fuck …?” he yelped, jigging up and down as his bare feet danced in
the hot liquid spills.
Marsha slid the robe from her shoulders and let it slip to the floor.
“Surprise!” she said, spreading her arms.
The laughter reached side-splitting proportions as John’s expression went from
gape, to gawk, to flushed excitement; the wet coffee stain spreading from chest,
to crotch, to knees, giving his growing cock a brown tent cover.
The private joke was too much for them. So between chuckles and laughter, they
all confessed their erotic activities; taking delight at John’s wide-eyed
expressions as they graphically recounted the events of the night. All John
could say was, “Holy shit! And to think, I slept through the whole thing! Holy
shit!”
Carol watched as everyone contributed to the tale, marveling at their openness
and lack of embarrassment; it was like a rite of passage.
“Well, what happens now?” John asked, sheepishly looking at his lovely niece.
Marsha had put her robe back on, more for comfort than modesty, but he could
still discern the incredible contours of her lovely body. He was fighting a
massive hard-on. Everyone started to speak at once. Peter, seeing Marsha’s look
of helplessness, silenced them with a ear-splitting shrill whistle.
“There goes my virgin ears,” Mary tittered.
“Peter and I already know what we want,” Marsha said, “I’ve showed him some of
your great video, but we want to see the real thing; the brothers and sisters in
action.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Mike asked, annoyed.
Marsha ran and kissed him. “It means, dear Daddy, we want to see you fuck Aunt
Mary! Up close and personal! And Mommy and Uncle John, too! Peter’s going to
film it.”
“Whoa, whoa!” John growled in righteous indignation. “I’m with Mike on this. Our
relationship isn’t based on making X-rated movies, that’s just some kinky side
stuff.”
“Oh, bull!” Carol snorted at her brother. “You guys just look for an excuse to
point one of those things at us. Besides,” she laughed, “this is a family
reunion, and what would that be without a video of it.”
“Yeah!” Mary agreed. “I think it would be kinda neat; one big happy group grope.
I’m game!”
A sweat bead dribbled into her eye and Carol shook her head, bringing her back
to the present. John’s prodding cock was pounding urgently in her hot cunt,
egged on by Mary’s long wet tongue licking his damp balls and the base of his
fat, protruding prick. He was cupping her tits, his fingers playing with her
hard nipples. The slippery tongue slid up over his cock and attacked her exposed
butt, making her jerk and shutter.
“Oh, yes, yes!” she moaned, tossing from side to side; stray ends of blonde hair
matting against her damp forehead.
“Suck me, Mary! Oh, honey, it feels so good. I’m so gooey … want it so bad.”
Grimacing, she grabbed her knees and pulled her legs up, exposing her
fuzz-covered, pink asshole, forcing John’s cock deeper into her aroused pussy.
Mary’s eager tongue immediately swirled around the tight, puckered opening,
darting into it, sending Carol into a state of dizzy euphoria.
“Fuck me, Johnny!” she screamed. “Oooooh! Yes! Eat my dirty asshole!”
Marsha grabbed Peter’s arm, pulling him off balance and making the video camera
jiggled up and down. Her breathing was ragged in his ears and her eyes were
bright with excite- ment as she pushed him and the camera closer to her Aunt’s
wiggling tongue. Her robe was open and he could see the hot flush of passion on
her naked body. His cock twitched.
Marsha’s eyes glowed as she watched her father fuck his sister from behind, the
long, pleasure-giving prick that had so thrilled her, now, deeply embedded in
Mary’s squishing pussy. It glistened with her secretions. His strokes were long
and powerful; each one pushing his grunting sister closer and closer to her
husband’s cunt-gripped cock, until her face was mashed against his swaying,
sweaty, ballsac. The mixed aroma of cunt and cock had set her hungry tongue in
motion.
Mesmerized, Marsha watched as the panting brothers gave their sisters the full
measure of their love; a love that was real and tangible! She saw her mother’s
eyes cloud over and roll back as the pleasure of her John’s cock and Mary’s
tongue flowed through her body. She was cumming and so was Uncle John, and so
was her father and Aunt! Trembling, her enflamed body bowed as she stuck a
second finger all the way up her hot, dripping cunt, wiggling it around, trying
to fill the demanding needs of screaming flesh. Marsha fell to her hands and
knees, her face inches away from her mother’s squirming cunt.
“Fuck me, somebody, oh, fuck me!” she pleaded.
*************************
From far away, Carol heard her daughter’s plea for pleasure, the plaintive words
reaching her strong maternal instincts. Her mind, slowly coming down from the
fantastic sexual high her brother and sister-in-law’s vigorous fucking and
sucking had given her, cleared and she reacted immediately. She pushed herself
off of John’s deflating prick, heedless of the trickling cum-juice that ran,
hotly, down her thigh. Her husband and sister-in-law lay prone, one on top of
the other, panting heavily, their bodies still in sexual aftershock; their
combined climaxes slowly receding. Nimbly, she stepped over them and, kneeling,
embraced her daughter’s shaking body.
“Put that fucking camera down, Peter, and get over here. Now!” Carol snapped,
angrily. “Your sister needs you!”
Caught up in voyeuristic pleasure, his cock bone hard, Peter suddenly came to
life. He quickly put the camera on a chair, pointing it at his naked mother and
sister.
“Baby!” he cooed lovingly as he knelt in front of Marsha, his thick cock
standing stiffly at attention, his heavy balls dangling lewdly below the massive
shaft. Gently, his hands stoked her face and explored the hot, rounded globes of
her big, firm tits. The heady aroma of his prick woke Marsha from a dull stupor.
She took one look at Peter’s oozing prick and she went down on her knees in
front of him, swallowing his cock to the balls, burying her nose in his thick,
jungle-like thatch. The salty cock was red-hot and harder than steel. It filled
her mouth and stretched her lips wide. She would have sighed if she could. As
she started to suck, she felt his balls swell and lift up in their sac. Peter
moaned and wrapped his hands around her head.
“Yeah, baby, yeah! Suck that hard thing!” Peter said, and humped into Marsha’s
sucking mouth, rubbing the ridged underside of his prick against her tongue. His
eyes rolled with pleasure and the muscles of his body began to tremble.
“She sure loves prick!” John said, hungrily eying his cocksucking niece, his
hand working the foreskin of his prick back and forth. He had the beginnings of
another hard erection. Mary lightly kissed his ballsac.
“Your turn will come, darling.” she said softly, her own body starting to get
itchy fuck sensations. “That beautiful pussy is going to need lots of loving.”
Mike stared hotly at his beautiful daughter, his mouth dry and cottony.
Casually, unthinking, his fingernails trailed over his sister’s curves,
lingering on her tits and the gentle swell of her belly. The flesh was hot and
his cock started to grow again.
Marsha twirled her tongue around the underside of Peter’s cock as he slipped in
and out of her mouth. She could taste the salty pre-cum as it seeped out of his
pisshole and rolled down her throat. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation
of having a sweaty, rock-hard cock stuff her willing mouth. Tingling sensations
passed through her hot body and settled excitedly in her cunt making the puffy
lips contract. Sizzling pussycream oozed out of her slit.
Her own loins beginning to simmer, Carol, lovingly, caressed Marsha’s form,
running her hands up and down the warm flesh, gently coaxing the awakened body
to newer heights of passion. She ran her sticky finger between the cleft of
Marsha’s asscheeks, down into the tangled mesh of hair covering the grasping
cunt. Slowly, her bright eyes glowing, she stuck her middle finger in the juicy
hole, twisting it as it sank into the gushing depths. It was like entering a
roaring furnace! Marsha squirmed, pushing her ass back against Carol’s thrusting
finger, the muscles of her body undulating under her smooth skin. Without
warning, Carol rammed a second finger up her gaping cunt and started to jerk her
off. A blinding flash of color erupted behind her closed eyes. She gasped and
swallowed Peter’s throbbing cock all the way to the very base.
“Hot!” John gasped. “Look at her hungry pussy sucking those fingers up!” He was
gripping Mike’s forearm, his fingers digging deep into the flesh. “Look how’s
she creaming!” he choked. Mary had his prick in her hand and was squeezing it.
The pain was exquisite!
Mike stared, stupidly, at the dribbling pussycream on Marsha’s thighs. Dumbly,
he licked his lips and nodded his head slowly. “A real juicy bitch!” he said,
almost to himself. Then he winced as Mary squeezed his cock, too.
“I’ve never eaten one juicier,” Carol said looking over her shoulder, her voice
passionate and full of pride.
“Christ!” John groaned. “Let me at that!”
He crawled on his hands and knees around behind Marsha, his hand jerking his
prick up and down. Crouching low, he shoved his head between her thighs, his
searching tongue licking up the juice that ran down her inner thighs.
“Nectar of the Gods!” he proclaimed.
As Marsha sucked Peter’s cock, she turned her ass up, wiggling it in her uncle’s
face. John plunged his nose between her asscheeks, his hot tongue lapping at her
pussy and Carol’s sticky, fucking fingers. John licked up Marsha’s asscrack and
shoved his tongue into her almost virgin asshole, rimming her, tongue-fucking
the brown, puckered hole.
“Shit, this is hot!” Mary panted, watching Peter and John fuck two of her
niece’s love holes. She gasped as Peter rammed his massive cock faster and
faster in Marsha’s mouth.
“What a girl!” She said enviously, her voice husky with renewed passion. Her
body shaking with excitement she sucked Mike’s cock into her mouth, feeling the
long, slender prick slide deep. Consciously, she relaxed her throat muscles and
the fat knob of his prick entered her throat. She had swallowed her brother’s
cock whole!
Mike jumped as Mary’s hot lips encircled his engorged prick, her swishing tongue
washing the pre-cum from his shaft. Grabbing bunches of her wild hair in his
hands, he buried her face in his crotch, gasping as his cock slid into the
seemingly bottomless depths of her throat.
“Mmmmmmmm, yeahhhh, baby, suck it!” His voice was strangled, almost a rasp as
the heat of her mouth engulfed his brain. But he never took his burning eyes off
Marsha and the erotic scene in front of him.
Marsha groaned, and sucked vigorously on Peter’s squirming cock, her tongue
swishing nonstop at the sensitive underside of his prick. Her uncle’s tongue in
her asshole and her mother’s fingers in her cunt made her squirm and twitch,
making her body blaze even hotter, making her mouth suck the throbbing fuckpole
harder. Wantonly, she gazed at Peter. He looked as if he was going to pass out
with pleasure. She felt his cock begin to pulse and quiver in her mouth.
“Marsha! I’m cummin’ … I’m cummin’ … eat my cum, baby … eat it!” he wailed
and rammed his cock to the hilt in Marsha’s mouth. His body shuddered, his cock
flexed and a steaming, hot stream of thick cum splashed against the back of her
throat. He rammed his cock in her mouth again and again and again. Marsha gulped
and swallowed rapidly, the hot, slimy globs of rich cum sliding down her throat.
They were salty and sweet tasting and she delighted at each throb and spurt of
his hot prick.
Overcome with lusty passion, Carol grabbed Peter’s erupting cock and pulled it
from her daughter’s sucking mouth. Hot cum splashed over her face and dribbled
down her cheek. Wildly, her tongue licked at the streaking jism as she rubbed
his sticky cock over her face, smearing his cum, making her skin shine. She
sucked Peter’s throbbing cockhead into her moist mouth, cleaning the sticky
crown with her swirling tongue. Together, she and her daughter, searched out
every stray droplet of Peter’s precious love juice, their tongues bathing the
tacky gobs with saliva, savoring the taste of his last few love drops.
Peter’s cock was squeaky clean when he finally pulled his sore prick away from
them and staggered to the couch and collapsed on it. John slipped his tongue out
of Marsha’s asshole and hunkered down behind her, his hands kneading the smooth,
round globes of her heart-shaped ass.
“I have to fuck your hot ass, babe. I have to!” he groaned in her ear.
Marsha shivered delightfully. “Mmmmmmm, oh, Uncle John, yes! Fuck my ass! Stick
your cock in!” she said huskily, her mind and body still unsated.
Carol rubbed her hands over her tits and stomach, anointing her body with
Peter’s cum-juice, as she watched Marsha drop forward unto her hands and knees
and turn up her saliva-soaked asshole so John would have a better angle of
penetration. Her eyes widened as her brother’s thick cock pressed against the
twitching pucker-hole, forcing it wide. Marsha gasped loudly, dug her fingers
into the heavy carpet pile and tossed her head around wildly. Slowly, her
asshole opened and her uncle’s fat, slug-like cock sank into her grasping
asshole.
“Ughhhhhhh!” she cried, gritting her teeth; her body weathering the first
flashes of pain. She felt her mother’s comforting arms around her.
“Ahhhhhh!” John groaned. “What a fuckin’ hot hole! I’ve never fucked such a hot
asshole before, and so tight! She’s even tighter than you were, sis.”
“My brother!” Carol said softly to her panting daughter, “All class and
compliments. Are you okay, honey? Johnny has a really thick cock.”
Marsha nodded slowly between pants, a small smile on her lips. “Just feel … so
weak … stuffed,” she said softly.
“The best is yet to come, baby.”
As John humped his niece’s shapely ass, moaning deliriously with each stroke of
his cock, Carol sat in front of Marsha, her oozing pussy inches away from her
daughter’s gaping mouth.
“Suck my pussy slow and easy, honey,” Carol ordered, “then stick your finger up
your cunt! You’re gonna feel like you’ve died and went to heaven!”
Dreamily, Marsha stuck the middle finger of her right hand up her cunt, slowing
finger-fucking herself as she ass- fucked her uncle’s cock. Her mother’s fingers
pulled the lips of her cunt apart, revealing her hot clit and the pink lined
walls of her glistening pussy. Like a squirming snake, her tongue explored her
mother’s hot, blonde-fur covered snatch.
Sighing, Carol threw her head back and gave up her body to the wonderful
feelings of Marsha’s tongue. “Ooooooo,” she cooed, “you’re a wonderful
cunt-licker, honey!”
“I had a good teacher,” Marsha mumbled, her voice muffled by Carol’s pussyhairs;
her squirming index finger deep in the sweet tasting pussy. She ran her fingers
in and out; first one, then the other. Well juiced, she slid her forefinger back
into Carol’s hot, dripping cunt then shoved her index finger far up her mother’s
pretty asshole.
Carol screamed and her body snapped taut as Marsha’s wild fingers twisted
roughly through her fuck holes making her shake and shiver with delicious
mind-searing sensations.

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The Craigslist Chronicles: Chapter 2

Disclaimer:
In this series you will find no incest, rape, drugging, coercion, serious violence, sci-fi, fantasy, bestiality, scat, necrophilia or anything of very offensive nature, including underage sex. The focus of this series is on characters, storylines, humor, and it happens to be set in a sexual environment. Please enjoy it in this context. If you are familiar with my previous work, you are in for more of the same.
The Craigslist Chronicles: Chapter 2
(Ben, 23, medium height, slender build, short brown hair. Ben graduated from college nearly two years ago, works as an engineer, and is very bright. However he has been normally a pretty shy person. In Chapter 1, he met Cynthia on CL looking for a “friends with benefits” situation, but they have started dating. Cynthia is 24, with short curly brown hair, perky large b-cups, skinny.)
Ben
Friday night, Cynthia came over as soon as she got off work, she’d been working overtime on this big project and she’s been stressing out constantly. When she got here, I greeted her with a salad and a BLT, about the best cooking I can manage, and a bottle of wine. She looked so beautiful, even through the stress and the work clothes and the tiredness, she was so beautiful. When we finished eating she just wanted to lay down so we went into my bedroom, turned on some quiet music, Feist if you must know, and just laid down on my bed. She laid on one side and I spooned her, just holding her. I put my hand under her blouse, undid her bra, to which she sighed in relief, and started rubbing her back. I rubbed along her spine, up and down her back, then around her neck. Soon she was lying face down topless, and I knelt over her giving her a backrub.
“Why do you make me feel so good?” she moaned.
“I just like you is all.”
“I have a bad day, you drop everything, you cook, you give me a backrub, without any prompting, you just do it. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were trying to get into my pants, but you already get that.”
“Maybe my brain has a loose wire, that whole, impress the girl so she let’s you do her thing, maybe mine never shuts off and I just keep trying to impress.”
“Well that’s a hell of a nice loose wire.”
“Want a clit massage too?” I asked. She laughed.
“If you’re offering.”
“Always.”
She rolled over and I laid beside her. We kissed and my hands rubbed her breasts, caressed her face, her stomach, teased her thighs, traced lines down her calves, rubbed her feet, etc. I got on top of her, without putting any pressure on her, and slowly kissed my way from her lips down to her feet. I nibbled her ears and neck, sucked her lower lip, her nipples, gentle kisses everywhere. Everywhere except her pussy. After rubbing her feet, kissing them softly, and then moving back up her legs toward her hot wet pussy, she was already in ecstasy. I think this is the main mistake guys make, proper foreplay takes time, and if done right, her lady parts will be cursing at you to get to business…but in a good way. My mouth hovered above her lips, breathing hot breaths on her naked womanhood. Her labia glistened and were so smooth, begging to be licked. My fingers pressed on either side of her pussy, and rubbed up and down, not actually touching her lady parts, but still massaging and putting pressure. I could feel her engorged clit between my fingers and I rubbed up and down around her clit. She moaned and her hips kept moving up at me, pleading for satisfaction. Her pussy dripped before I had even touched it.
I looked at her with a smile as I stuck my tongue out and ever so gently placed it at the opening of her vagina, gently licking her pussy from bottom to top in a slow motion. I repeated this until she arched her back and closed her eyes. I licked up and down, all around, softly. Then I pushed closer to her clit, sucking her pleasure center into my mouth, holding it between my lips. My tongue made quick circles around it, followed by a few up-down, then side-to-side flicks, then back to soft circles. I sucked her clit in and out of my lips as I did this. She had her hands on my head, playing with my hair, pushing down gently.
My hands had been attending to her breasts, squeezing, massaging, rubbing, teasing. I took my left hand, and tapped her stomach with my pointer finger, non-verbally asking if I should start using my finger. She moaned her approval and I brought my left hand down and put my index finger softly at the opening of her pussy. I kept sucking and licking her clit as my index finger teased her vagina before entering her, with slow strokes. Soon I started deep strokes, hitting the A-spot in the back of the vagina. We’d tried to find her g-spot before, but to no avail. Well, we’d found it, but we just couldn’t get it to work with her, and it might have to do with her not overcoming the “having to pee feeling,” but she loved the A-spot. It’s just above the cervix, and when aroused it is very engorged. I make deep penetrations with my finger straight into her and the tip of my finger hits her A-spot. Soon I am holding my finger as far inside her as I can, putting constant pressure on this spot, while moving the tip of the finger around it, and still sucking and licking her clit.
Her hands had gone limp on top of my head, and her moans and heavy breathing were all she could manage. Her whole body was tense and fluttering, spasming. I knew she had been close for some time, but I limited the stimulation to keep her from going off just yet, but I felt it was time. I starting pressing harder and deeper with my finger, and pushed my mouth into her clit, flicking, sucking, licking as hard and fast as I could and she moaned loudly. Her whole body shuddered from pleasure and soon her legs tensed tight around my head and her vagina contracted hard on my finger, and she screamed out while arching her back. I kept up the pressure and stimulation on her a-spot, but lessened the intensity on her clitoris to just gentle licks, as I could feel her body hit the point of “too much” stimulation, and I would dial back what I was doing to stay just below this point. In a moment she could take no stimulation and I gently pulled my finger from her dripping pussy, and laid down beside her.
She hugged me as though she hadn’t seen me in six months, holding me tight and giving me a huge wet kiss.
“That was a big one.”
“Best ever?”
“No.
“Top five?”
“yeah,” she said.
“We hit the top five a lot. Man, how big was the biggest one?”
“So big…” she said. She was on the verge of passing out. “You want to do it now?”
“You’re tired, it’s okay, we can do it later.”
“No, I’ll feel guilty cause you didn’t get off.”
“It’ll take too long, you know my peepee,” I said. He takes a long time to get off. It’s nice when you are having a long sexual experience with different positions and such, but actually most of the time it’s kind of a pain in the ass. Blowjobs turn into an ordeal because they take so long, and there is no quickie, if we tried now she’d probably pass out before I finished. Then I’d just feel weird. “You just go to sleep.”
“Why are you so good. Most guys only give oral so they can get some back, you just like doing it.”
“I’m a giver, what can I say,” I shrugged my shoulders.
“Do you really like giving oral that much? Why is it so fun?”
“What’s more fun, I have the power to give so much pleasure, it’s like, I don’t know, like the essence of being alive, like I have this godlike power almost, to make you feel as good as if you’d just shot up heroin, but without all the fuss of being addicted to opiates. You know what I mean though, don’t you like giving bj’s?”
“Yeah it’s fun, but for you it’s like a religious shrine or something,” she said.
“I’m kneeling toward Mecca.”
“Makes sense.”
“That’s the only way muslims are allowed to do it, with the woman kneeling toward Mecca. That’s what they call missionary position.”
“Really?” she asked, nearing unconsciousness.
“No, I just made that up, but it sounds pretty cool. If I ever do a muslim chick, I’ll try to make that happen.”
“Why aren’t there more nice guys like you, all the guys out there are douchebags, and they hate women, and they like dominating woman, and then telling her to get back in the kitchen, you know.”
“Because girls like doing assholes. I don’t get it. The bigger the asshole, the more chicks want to do him. If women only did guys like me, they’re be a lot more nice lickers like me. Then again, nice guys are also prone to not cheating, not fathering as many illegitimate children, etc. So maybe I should just take the initiative and spread my seed to as many women as possible, the future generations of women will thank me.”
I think she passed out somewhere in there. I laid there with her for a few more minutes, but I was far from tired, so I gently got out of her grasp and went over to my desk, just a few feet away, and sat at my computer. After checking my e-mail, Facebook, the news, sports, and all that. I ran out of things to look at. For some reason I thought to check Craigslist, not like I was looking to get some secretly on the side or something, I just felt like looking at the things people put on Craigslist, it’s an endless source of unintentional comedy gold. One of my favorite motifs on CL is the stream of rednecks looking for “jackin buddies,” they claim repeatedly that they “ain’t gay” they just want a guy to jack with. No oral or buttplay, they don’t do that, just jackin buddies, must be discrete.
Well anyway, I search through, find the typical fanfare, the guys looking for two girls for a threesome, the old guys looking for young girls, the young girls looking for “sugar daddies” and so on. Then I saw a strange post.
*
Casual Encounters
W4M
I want a baby, will you be the daddy? – 36
I’m a 36 year old woman, I work at a legal firm. I’ve gotten to this age and just happen to find myself single. I would consider myself very attractive, but won’t go into details. I want a child, and the whole sperm donation thing seems soulless to me. I want a child to be made during an experience between two consenting adults in good spirits and enjoyment of each other. So I would like a man to be a “sperm donor” the natural way. Must be drug and disease free, must be willing to “donate” until I conceive, after that you are free to be as little or as much involved as you like. I will never ask for money or any help, I have the means and will care for a baby without any help, other than a little donation of course. So guys, please e-mail me, tell me your family history with diseases and mental illness, what you do for a living, what your family is like, what your interests, hobbies, qualities, etc. Remember, this is NOT CASUAL SEX. I am looking for a candidate to make a great baby, so sell yourself, but be honest please.
Hope to hear from you.
*
Damn. I should do it. I wonder what Cynthia would think. Would she let me do it? We’ve been dating a few months, it’s serious, does that preclude me from engaging in sanctioned baby making sex if she’s aware of it. I wonder if she’ll be mad if I ask. Regardless, there’s no harm in responding.
I send an e-mail telling about my scholastic achievements, and how I’m nice and have a girlfriend who can attest to my non-douchebagness, and lack of diseases and good health and yadda yadda.
A few hours later, I’m startled by hands placed on my shoulders while I sit at the computer. I shudder.
“You scared me,”
“I know.”
“Are you still stressed out?”
“Oh yeah,” she said sarcastically.
“Do you need more of my cunning licks?”
“If you want,” she said, sitting down in the chair beside my desk.
“You should see this craigslist ad,” I said, and brought up the relevant ad.
“That’s cool, she sounds nice.”
“I want to do it,” I said with a grin.
“Are you serious,” she asked unsurely.
“Yeah, I think I should do it. Will you write me a letter of recommendation: Dear miss, Ben gives good oral, very very good oral, all boys should be this good, help the future women of the planet, pleasssssse.” She laughed.
“Should I tell her how much of a smart-ass you are?”
“I most certainly am not.” I said in a fake British accent. “I replied already.”
“Did you really?” she asked with shock. I smirked. “Did you?”
“Yeah, I did. Wanna see if she replied?” She nodded and I checked my e-mail.
*
Dear Sir,
You sound very qualified. The best quality I can see so far is that you didn’t send me a picture of your penis, and especially that you didn’t send me a picture of you having sex with “an ex-girlfriend.” But beyond just not being a creepy weirdo, you also seem very qualified in your achievements and seem pretty cool. I want to wait and get a lot of responses to see who is the best, this is more than just a casual lay kind of thing, so I should really get this right, you understand I’m sure. So I’ll let you know soon if I make my decision and if its you.
Sincerely,
Abby
*
“She spelled it’s wrong,” I said.
“This is so weird,” she said.
“But seriously though, would you let me?”
“Let you?”
“Yeah, would you let me, you know, pump this chick full of my man milk.”
“You want my permission?”
“Yeah, we are exclusively dating, you’re not banging some other guy on the side are you? I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.”
“That’s fine, it’s not like you’d be banging some drunk chick or having an affair or something. Isn’t the deception and lying why girls get mad about affairs, the lying more so than the sex, right?”
“I don’t think so. So it’d be okay for me to sleep around if I told you about it before hand. Cause you don’t mind my pen going into lots of different inks.”
“I guess it’s more than just the lying, I don’t want any black ink spoiling my white inkwell,” She said unsurely.
“Yeah that metaphor has gone too far, I think you just expressed a racist hatred of black girls and some sort of white vagina supremacy.”
“Didn’t mean to do that”
“So do you want more oral or not?” I asked with feigned annoyance.
“Ooookay,” she said. She jumped up and leapt onto the bed, then rolled over on her back. I crawled up the bed with just boxers on, my cock growing rapidly and I laid on top of her and kissed her. After a long kiss that started slow and grew more passionate, she suggested, “69?”
I shrugged my shoulders in approval then removed my boxers and laid down. Cynthia climbed on top of me, her knees on either side of my head. In the relative darkness, only the computer screen illuminating the room, her pussy glistened seductively. I felt her mouth take in the end of my cock and suck and slurp as her mouth moved slowly up and down, her hand held my cock in front of her mouth, stroking up and down with her lips. I reached my arms around her and grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling her to me. I reached up with my head a little and tasted her sweet juices. One of my favorite things in the world is to feel how she loses control of her body when I give her particularly good pleasure. I intensify my licking and sucking, my nose is buried in her vagina and my face is getting soaked as I suck and lick her clit, and as I make it more intense, she suddenly loses some control and can’t keep sucking my cock with the same composure. Soon we’re both like this, close to orgasming, losing control, and trying badly to make the other person cum. My cock is buried in her mouth and she is stroking and sucking wildly as I grip her ass and push my tongue and lips against her pussy in one last intense push toward orgasm. She is very close to coming, I can feel it, and I flick my tongue as fast as I can over her clit and it sets her off. Her moaning vibrates from my dick all the way through me. Her hips buck and I can feel every muscle of her body spasming as she is feeling orgasmic ecstasy. The sound of her moans, the feel of her soft tense skin, the flood of juices from her pussy, and the intense way she is desperately trying to make me cum, she wants me to cum in her mouth so badly during her orgasm, all of this sets me off and my balls clench. I moan into her pussy as she moans into my cock and I cum, squirting cum into her mouth but she keeps going just the same, swallowing every last drop. We’re exhausted. I lap at her a few times, she keeps stroking my cock, but we’re tired and we curl up together and go to sleep.
In a few days I received another e-mail from Beth. Basically she’d made the decision, and had picked me, or at least, wanted to meet me first, and go from there. “She made the right choice, that I’m sure of, so she can’t be too weird.”
“Want to go with me to meet her?”
Cynthia just stared at the screen. “This is so weird.”
“It’s not as weird as this ad I saw today. Jewish sisters seek Hitler for Naughty encounter.”
“Shut up,” she said.
“I’m not making it up, two jewish sisters want a Hitler look a-like because they like “naughty things,” I’m dead serious.”
“Do they want him to poop on them?” Cynthia asked sarcastically.
“Well, if they’ve done their homework, they probably want to pee on him. Hitler liked getting peed on by girls.”
“Shut up, where do you come up with this stuff?”
“It’s true, Hitler had his female under-aged cousin get naked and pee on him, I’m serious, I saw this on TV or something.”
“Anyway. I don’t know if I should go or not. It’d be weird.”
After talking it over, she decided she would go. We met Abby at a Starbucks. We arrived early and waited for her. She walked up to us wearing sunglasses and looked like she was a soviet spy or something. She was kinda tall, five ten or so, and had long blonde hair, looked pretty intelligent. She stood next to the table as if unsure if we were the right couple, even though it was really obvious.
“Do you want cream in your coffee?” I asked her in a British spy voice.
“Yeah, I guess I do,” She said with a weird smile and then sat down.
“So you want to go in the bathroom and do this,” I said intensely while making the “rock out” hand gesture.
“He’s kidding,” Cynthia said.
After a little ice breaking conversation we went back to Abby’s place. She seemed quite hippyish, I bet in college she had dreadlocks and wore sandals all the time. She fixed some alcoholic drinks and we relaxed and sat around talking.
“Do you want to be there when we do it?” Abby asked.
“I don’t know. I don’t know if I’d want to watch.”
“Watch?” Abby asked.
“Yeah, think you get to just watch, you have to help.You’re the fluffer,” I said sarcastically.
“I don’t know, I’m not really interested in,” Cynthia’s hands did the “and so on,” thing, yadda yadda yadda, kind of thing.
“Interested in what? Girls? You don’t want to do something with a girl?” Abby asked.
“I’ve been trying for years to get her in a threesome,” I said frustratedly.
“We’ve been dating for four months,” Cynthia protested.
“I guess it just seems like years,” I said.
“I should punch you,” Cynthia said with a bit of a smile. “No I’m not interested in girls like that. I just can’t imagine licking a vagina, they gross me out.”
“See, you say that, and I’ve heard a lot of girls say that, but something tells me, that if you were in a situation with a girl you really liked, not a best friend of years, cause if it goes weird then you lose a best friend, but someone you now a little, get a long with, get a few drinks in you, and you want to have an experience, you want to have some fun, I bet you would get down and dirty with her if you were turned on enough.”
“Typical guy attitude,” Cynthia said.
“It is a typical guy attitude, but he’s really right, I was always like you. It just seems so gross and weird and kinda wrong, but I tried it once and it really changed my mind. I’ve only ever been with a girl like five or six times, with just this one girl, and they are always fun times. I think it takes a very specific and uncommon relationship with someone to pull it off,” Abby said.
“I don’t know, maybe for some people, and I don’t think there’s anything wrong about it, I’m just not attracted to girl parts.”
“Imagine you’re lying back, getting eaten out,” Abby described, “and it’s the most intense licking you’ve ever gotten, ten times better than anything a man has ever given you. She knows every little thing, she knows exactly how you’re feeling what everything does to you, she knows exactly what you’re going through and it’s just like the perfect oral sex. And you come, and it’s just so intense and you’re just oozing, you’re glowing, you’re a ball of energy, and she kisses her way up to your face, you’re tingling all over, and her thigh goes between your legs, gives you a little rub down there. She whispers in your ear,” Abby leaned toward Cynthia as we sat on the couch and literally whispered in her ear, “Our bodies become one, we share energy, and our physical love bonds our souls, you taste like heaven. Then she spins around and lays on top of you in a sixty-nine and with no pressure, her pussy hangs up in the air above your face, inches away, but not aggressive, not intrusive like a dick. She is down there giving little licks and flicks and making you feel good all over again, and still, no pressure, you don’t have to touch her if you don’t want to. Soon you get both curious and desiring, you want to hold her, you want to return the feelings, you want her to feel as good as you feel, and you reach out and grab her torso, and your tongue sticks out and tastes her, and it’s not what you expected at all, and it’s interesting, and new, and every little thing you do gives her tingles. And you realize what it’s like to lick a pussy, and you want to make her feel so good, just as she does to you,” Abby continues as I take another drink of rum and coke and take it all in.
I put my hand on Cynthia’s and hold it, I can feel that she’s a little tense, a little sweaty, a little aroused. “You have this pussy in front of you, just like yours, almost, and you can give her oral like you’d want oral, all those men had fumbled around and fucked up and given you oral based on the phallic model of oral sex, they think of it like a blowjob, but it’s not, and you know, the women know it’s a pussy and pussies like different things than dicks, and you have the opportunity to make love to this pussy like you wish men had done to yours, like this woman is doing to you right now. And all the inhibitions and the bullshit about lesbians and the shit just disappears and the next thing you know, you feel her hot breath as she moans in ecstasy as she cums from your tongue, you did that, and you feel like a sex goddess, a couple of sex goddesses. You feel like this,” She said, with her hands mashed together with fingers interlocking tightly.
“I wish I was a lesbian, cause that’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” I said.
“Hey, I’m not a lesbian, I like men more than women, but I’m just saying.”
“That does sound nice, but seriously, that sounds kinda like you’ve gotten inferior oral from guys, the dichotomy of the terrible male oral and the incredible female oral might make this profound experience for you and many girls, but I think I might be spoiled by a guy that’s as good as a girl at oral, seriously he’s good.”
I smiled widely. “I’m a lesbian trapped in a man’s body.”
“Who said that?” Abby asked.
“Do you mean originally or are you confusing our voices?” I asked sarcastically. Abby rolled her eyes.
“Eddie Izzard maybe. Or was it Woody Allen?” I thought out loud.
“It sounds to me like it’s this lovey-dovey, rainbows and hearts and that kind of frilly girly, fuzzy, feel-good thing, lesbian sex. How in comparison to regular sex it’s so non-aggressive, non-dominating, non-intrusive, without the guy bullshit and the porn clich?and expectations. But I think I already get that with him.” Cynthia said.
“Then I’ve definitely found the right donor,” Abby said. “But there’s also the non-judgemental aspect, how you are with someone that you know is compassionate and empathetic and certainly isn’t judging your cellulite or your sagging breasts or something stupid like that, with a woman those things disappear. It’s very liberating.”
“Well yeah I don’t liberate you that way. I’m always reminding her that she does in fact look fat in those jeans.” I said sarcastically. “Whenever I hear stuff like this about guy-bullshit, and how women are great, I have this urge to fight against it and say, well, not all guys, and defend my kind, but really. I wish I could just join the other team and keep my penis, cause I think most guys are assholes.”
“So do you want to do this or what?” Abby asked.
“The donor thing? Sure,” I said. “As long as you’re okay with it,” I said to Cynthia.
“Yeah, I don’t have a problem with it. It’d be fun, we could babysit sometimes.”
“Just tell the little snowflake that I’m his or her crazy uncle or something,” I said. “Do you think I should tell my parents that they have a grandkid?”
“Are they cool, hip people?” Abby asked.
“They’re my parents,” I said with a cringed face. I looked at Cynthia.
“Don’t look at me for approval, I haven’t met them,” Cynthia said.
“So you are sure you want to do this?” Abby asked.
I looked at Cynthia and then turned to Abby and said “Yeah.”
“Follow me,” Abby said getting up.
“Do you mean right now?” I asked.
Abby shrugged her shoulders. “Why not.”
“Okay,” I said exaggeratedly.
I followed Abby to her bedroom with Cynthia in tow. Abby had a large bed, it was made and neat and looked expensive with probably a really high thread count. There were several sex toys on her night stand, all stood up and ready and clean and at attention. They were certainly prepared for tonight, and probably weren’t out like that normally.
Abby waited for us to enter and the shut the door behind us. “I think we should all take a shower first,” she said with a smirk. “I want clean energy, and to start connections for love energy to move between us.”
We stood there a bit awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Abby put her hands on both of our arms, and she slowly moved toward me and gave me a soft kiss on the lips and then did the same to Cynthia. Abby grabbed each of us by one hand and led us to her bathroom. She had a really nice apartment and the bathroom attached to the master bedroom was large and had a really big shower. Abby just pulled her shirt off and removed her bra almost instantly, tossing them on the flour. Her breasts were just out in the open all of the sudden. They were C’s I think, big C’s. They sagged some, but not more than you would expect from a woman in her late 30’s. She was very white, no fake tanning here. I turned to Cynthia, put my hands on her cheeks, and gave her a passionate kiss. Then I took my shirt off. Abby reached into the shower and turned the water on. Then she took the rest of her clothes off and put her hair up. She wasn’t shaved or trimmed much down there, quite a bush. Soon we were all naked, and my cock was quite excited.
Abby stepped into the shower first and adjusted a little, I encouraged Cynthia to go in next and I followed her. The water was quite hot. Abby soaped up a luffa and we soaped each other up. Abby soaped up my crotch and seemed to enjoy it. She grabbed my balls and said “there’s my baby,” in a baby voice. I laughed. We washed each other thoroughly and then toweled off. Abby insisted that we hold hands as we walked into the bedroom naked. We sat Indian style on her bed in a circle, holding hands and closing our eyes. She leaned forward and asked us to lean forward also. Abby asked us to kiss each other as we would normally, but leaning out like this, so we started making out, and then Abby’s tongue found it’s way into the picture and we were having a three-way kiss. She insisted we keep holding hands.
She instructed us to lie on our sides, and we all did, in a triangle. “Now, we will all engage in a triangle of oral sex. The love and energy we give to the next person will be absorbed by them, and then passed on to the next person, and they will absorb and pass it back on to you. If we do it right, we will reach the love resonance frequency and reach a group orgasm.” She should be a sex guru or something. Cynthia started first, having the most accessible appendage in front of her, sucking my cock. I scooted forward and rested my head on the inside of Abby’s thigh, she spread her legs open herself, and I moved toward her pussy. Abby had to nearly pry Cynthia’s legs apart, she was pretty nervous. Once she was in position though, she was very very gently and warmed Cynthia up to it. To Cynthia it wasn’t much different from a regular sixty-nine, a mouth on her pussy, a cock in her mouth, and so she wasn’t too weirded out. After several minutes and growing moans and excitement, Cynthia pulled away from my cock and said “Do you want him to come, during this?”
“Maybe you can snowball it into her pussy,” I said. They both laughed.
“We don’t have to impregnate me on the first orgasm, this is important to building a bond, so let’s just go with the flow.”
We went back to the oral sex and the moaning grew and grew. Abby came first, and her moans I heard muffled in Cynthia’s vagina. Cynthia grew close to orgasm, I could feel it in the way she would lose control and coordination in sucking me. Abby moved away from me, I guess I was being a little too rough with her sensitive post-orgasm pussy. She got me to lie on my back, and her and Cynthia shared my cock between them, licking it from both sides, and taking turns taking it into their mouths. I was close to orgasm and Cynthia grabbed my cock and sucked me as hard and fast as she could. I came and she pulled away, still jerking hard, but letting my seed shoot free, and her and Abby both caught some jizz in their mouths and started making out around my cock. They then moved up and laid slightly on top of me, on either side of me, and each kissed me. We laid like this for some time, recovering.
“Did you like my tongue, or do you like male tongues more?” Abby asked.
“Yours is quite good, actually, it was a little better than Ben’s, a little, not that much though,” Cynthia said.
“Yeah Ben, I was pretty surprised how well you did that, even with the hype, I was still surprised. You are a little too intense with her at times though, I’d say err on the side of softer more.”
“Actually, I’d always done that before, but Cynthia has taught me to err on the side of harder,” I defended myself.
“It’s true, he was too gentle, I like pressure a lot,” Cynthia said. “I’m surprised you went with the whole let him cum on our faces thing. I know it’s kind of a porn stereotype thing, I figured you’d say that was male domination or something.”
“It usually is a domination thing in porn, but actually, I find it very sensual, very erotic. I don’t care where, cum on me is very natural and great feeling. His essence poured out of his body, his excitement explodes on to me, I feel the heat, the energy, it’s very sensual,” Abby said. “Are you ready for the first attempt at impreganation?”
“This second? No, he needs more recovery time.”
“In that case, Cynthia, would you like to help me revive Mr. penis?”
“Howe so?” Cynthia asked.
“By giving him something to watch,” Abby said. Abby climbed over me and on top of Cynthia, making out. They kissed slowly and passionately. They kissed openly, with their tongues in full view. They sucked on each other’s neck and nibbled and their hands wandered around the other’s body. Then Abby moved around until she was on-top in sixty-nine. Just as she had described earlier, her pussy glistened and seduced Cynthia as Abby began licking. I laid right next to her watching as Cynthia almost didn’t hesitate at all, reaching around and gripping her ass, and diving right in. I reached over and played with Cynthia’s breasts as this went on.
“How do you like it?” I asked. Cynthia pulled away for a moment.
“It tastes good, I thought it would be gross, but it isn’t, it’s different, but not gross.” Her fingers teased the clit as she talked and she immediately dove back in. The two of them got more and more intense with their moans and soon my cock was rising back to life.
“Whenever he’s ready, put him in,” Abby said before diving back in. I got up and behind Abby. Cynthia was licking her clit and pussy and I put my hard cock up against her pussy, asking Cynthia to guide him in. She grasped at my shaft and pushed my cock toward Abby’s dripping slit, and helping me slowly penetrate her. I put my hands on Abby’s back, rubbing up and down almost just like a back rub while I slowly moved my cock in and out of her tight wet pussy. Cynthia went right back to licking her clit. I felt the occasional tickle of her tongue on my shaft. Abby moaned deeply as I penetrated her. But it was Cynthia that came first, her moans reverberated through Abby’s pussy and into my cock.
“Oh, cum in me, please,” Abby moaned. She begged for me to cum with her moaning and her hips pushed back at me. I gripped her hips and fucked her hard until she started to scream and cum loudly. “Cum in me!” she moaned. I wanted to cum badly, to fill her up with my jizz, to have Cynthia lick it up as it leaked from Abby’s pussy, but alas, I wasn’t even close. It was my long-lasting penis rearing his ugly side again.
“He’s not close,” I said. Abby was fine with that, and we moved into a new position. This time I was still doing Abby from behind, but now Cynthia was underneath her face-to-face. They made our, grabbed at each other’s breasts, and shoved hands down between each other’s legs while I made love to Abby’s pussy.
“Jesus, how can he last this long,” Abby moaned. “Just fuck me Ben, Fuck me how you want, I want your cum in me, please, cum in me Ben.”
That was hot, but this was hotter, “Cum in her, please Ben, Cum inside her,” Cynthia moaned. I pulled out of Abby, and moved down, put my cock against Cynthia’s pussy, and pushed in. With Abby between us, pussy’s grinding, hands playing, I fucked Cynthia. When Cynthia came, her pussy squeezed my cock hard, milking me. her moans and soft noises were too much and I knew I would come soon.
“I’m close,” I moaned and quickly pulled out and rammed back into Abby’s pussy that had only grown wetter, tighter, and hotter in my absence. “Cum inside me!” Abby moaned loudly as my cock rammed her hard. I came hard, filling her up. I leaned forward, lying against her back, and my hips tried to keep pumping but the pleasure kept me from doing too much and I collapsed on top of her and the three of us lay in a pile, naked, exhausted, loving, playful, excited, ecstatic, connected, completely connected.
“It isn’t even conceived yet and you already have to beg to get it to do anything,” Cynthia said quietly.
“Cum here boy, come on, get in mommy, time to conceive,” I said in baby talk. “too creepy?”
Cynthia shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Your bed is soaking wet.”
“Yeah, isn’t it great. I hate to think of those people who have sex for five minutes and then clean up afterward. How can you not enjoy lying in a puddle of love juices? How can you not just love it?” Abby said.
We drifted off to sleep, and since it was Saturday there was no hurry. The next day we woke up, showered together, drank some coffee, ate a light lunch, and did it all over again. I’m crossing my fingers that she never gets pregnant and we just keep doing this forever.

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I cheated, Well, WE cheated

I have been dying to tell someone of my true experience but due to obvious reasons you will read below there was nobody I could tell. When I found this site and read some of the stories I knew this was a good venue because keeping it inside was almost killing me.
This is my first time writing a story so I hope I did alright. I read many stories here and took inspiration from a few of my favorite authors to tell my story. I guess I could have written this in my own words but I knew I would not be able to express it and deliver the impact I had felt and experienced.
I hope you like this story and look forward to any comments.
I almost couldn’t believe this was happening, even though I egged it on and definately wanted it to happen. Having already emotionally cheated on my husband I had set things up to physically do it as well. I knew he wasn’t or hadn’t been faithful to me but that has nothing to do with my decision nor does it make it right. This has nothing to do with right or wrong, it has to do with need, desire and lust.
This was my chance to discover a part of myself and perform an act I have only heard, seen or read about. I was enamored with a man, a man who is married to one of my friends.
I straddled him while holding his thick and wide dick in my hand to guide it to my dripping pussy. I eased my body down onto him. I was filled with nervous lust at this moment because this was wrong and also the size of him. He was incredibly thick and his mass kind of scared me, which only enhanced the entire situation.
Once the tip of his cock touched my extremely sensitive cunt lips I rotated my hips while also moving his cock back and forth along my slit. I was dripping wet anyway but I needed to tease him and myself just a little. A part of me wanted to be in the kneeling position letting him just take me from behind and shove his massive cock into me.
With his cock in position and his head firmly seated between my cunt lips I felt we could stop at this point and still claim neither of us commited adultry. He wasn’t “inside” of me yet but with any resolve long gone I lowered my body down some more and began to impale myself.
With his head plowing it’s way through the tip of his cock peirced my hole and this was the point of no return, he was inside of me. His head found it’s way in my hole but as the top of his shaft began to push through I tightened up and stopped my descent.
I felt the palms of his hands on my ass cheeks and he suddenly raised his hips as his fingers dug into my flesh of my ass. With him gaining a little more ground than I was truly prepared for I heard him let out a blissful breath but the intrusion made me grunt in discomfort.
I felt I was being split apart but the pain I was experiencing coupled with the fear and lust had me reeling, and this was only the beginning !.
I began to raise up a little then he put his hands on my hips to stop me and tightened his grip. He held me into position and raised his hips again pushing more of his fat cock into me. I took in a huge breath which caught in my throat as my hole was suddenly stretched then I insticntively tightened my vaginal ring muscles.
As he held me in position and stayed firmly inside of me he groaned out in immense pleasure as I tightened up. I struggled for breath and when I was able to take in another breath I grunted loudly and painfully but it was an excrutiatingly delicious pain. This position wasn’t going to work out like I hoped it would, I was now being timid and wanted to relinguish control and let him take me. I had no idea it was going to be this tough even when I first saw his cock, I still figured I could handle it.
His need was taking over now and when I felt his hands tighten on my hips I knew he was ready to attempt another assault. I braced myself and with my legs and hands I pushed myself up to keep him out but this only added fuel to his fire. I knew this wasn’t going to work for me being in this position then he eased his grip and he pushed me off of him while easing his hips down.
Once his cock was out of my pussy he pulled himself out from under me and got on his knee’s behind me. I felt his hands on my shoulders pulling me to lay down on my back. He immediately positioned himself between my legs and leaned his body over mine. He reached down and grabbed his cock and starting at the bottom of my slit pulled his head up to get himself between my cunt lips. Once he was positioned at my entrance he instantly penetrated me and started the fucking motion,
I tried not to grunt loudly because I didn’t want him to think I couldn’t handle it but it felt like he was shoving a telephone pole up into me.
The mix of pleasure and pain was something I haven’t felt since my very first time, which was like 30 years ago. He wasn’t playing around at this point as his attempts to get fully inside of me were becoming savage. I couldn’t relax and loosen my cunt muscles for anything in the world even though I desperately wanted him deep inside of me.
At first I was trying to help him by having my hands on his waist but as he became more aggressive I was relegated to being taken. This was the way I wanted it and the mixture of fear, pain and pleasure was consuming me more and more now.
As he drove his massive cock deeper into me I stretched my arms out above my head to brace my hands against the headboard and to display complete submissiveness. He was fucking me harder and harder now that he was fully inserted in me and I was loving it, almost beyond what my words can describe
As he kept banging me it was getting easier and now that my cunt was stretched and more easily taking his cock in and out. I was gaining more perception now from the initial “assualt” and other feelings were evident as his cock was hitting something deep inside of me that I never felt before.
I was in a different world being filled like I never have been and I knew going forward that things would never ever be the same for me as far as the sex I had been getting from my husband.
What he was putting into this act was far beyond anything I have known for many years and on each descent it seemed his cock was punching the bottom of my stomach.
I was feeling a tingling burning feeling in my cunt as I was already building to a climax. As he continued to ravage my body I felt my jizz work it’s way down. With my stomach tightened and my hands pushing against the headboard I held off until I had to let it go. I pulled in a last breath and held it then as my stomach cramped and as I ran out of breath I finally let go.
It was like a river of jizz flushed through my pussy and the wet slapping sounds became louder as he continued to drill me. Totally relieved and in complete heaven my body was now at ease while he pounded me harder and faster. I knew he was building to a climax and his eruption was imminent. I was not on birth control and he wasn’t wearing a condom however, I wasn’t going to say anthing if he didn’t, I had no intention of stopping him from cumming inside of me.
Even though this thing was building between us for quite some time the situation we found ourselves in developed quickly so we did’t talk about it due to the heat of the moment.
I looked up and saw the strain on his face and his back becoming more rigid but his hips were rocking like they were well oiled. The way he as silently panting I knew he was trying to hold off as long as he could just like I had done. As his thrusts increased he was gently shaking his head “no”, like he was denying what was inevitable.
I wasn’t sure what he would do and I even thought he may pull out at the last second. If he pulled out I would be fine but at this point I was just as fine if he shot off inside of me and actually I truly wanted his cum in me more than anything.
Before I knew what I was doing I raised my hands up and placed them around his back and was pulling as he thrust into me.
I was now intent of having his cum in me and I was trying to make that happen with my actions. As I pulled him into me I raised my legs higher and wider as I looked up at his face.
The contorted pain on his face was evidence of his attempt to hold off and I wanted him to cum now just as bad as he needed to. I slipped my hands down to his ass and pulled while picking up my hips to meet him.
I felt his cock expand then he opened his mouth leaned his head back and I witnessed his neck muscles strain. I suddenly felt his cock pulsate as he began to fill me with his seed. He began to moan outloud as I felt the cum course through his dick and into my drenched pussy.
I felt his cock expand and contract with each stream of cum he shot into me. His grunts were were a mix of pain and relief as he pumped semen deep into my pussy.
I felt the warmth of his cum pooling inside of me and the pressure building from the amount he sprayed. He grunted one last time and started breathing heavily while he remained in me. When he finally did start to pull out I squeezed his cock then clamped down to milk and clean him off, plus I wanted to keep his cum inside of me while my stomach spasmed.
I felt so alive at this moment that I surprised myself but I figured I may feel bad about it later yet I somehow knew then that I wouldn’t. He looked down at me and smiled and when I smiled he leaned down and kissed me.
I felt my hearts strings getting pulled and now I was suddenly scared because I knew I was hooked. Not just the way he fucked me but his kiss had somehow set the hook in me.
I knew these feelings would be the beginning of the end and only make a wrong situation even worse. I had finally crossed the line, there was no taking it back now. How things would preceed depends on what stems from the aftermath of what we have done.
He lowered himself down and laid on his back breathing heavily and I finally had to release my muscle tension and let his cum flow out of me. This made me take deep breaths in and out as I relaxed my body. I was astonished at the amount he had ejaculated which made me wonder how rich it was. Seeing it had a double effect, it made me hot again knowing I could get pregnant. I found myself formulating a plan/excuse in case I turned up pregnant and my other plan was to get with him again and get his cock in my mouth.
With our time running out we got up, got dressed and he left. I cleaned up and changed the sheets on my bed (something I never ever had to do before after having sex) and all I could think about was the next opportunity.
We did have another opportunity about 10 days later. We met up to “talk” but we knew what the real motive was. He gave me something I never had and I wanted to express appreciation for his long thick cock.
In typical cock sucking fashion I went to my knee’s in front of him and undid his pants. I was loving the act of being this nasty little whore on my knee’s willing to service him. He wasn’t treating me like the “good wife” but like a dirty little whore, which is what I wanted. There were times I wanted my husband to just let me be nasty and provocative and even just plain FUCK me but what I was doing now had always been denied.
I had his pants pulled down and was at eye level with his tented underwear which I also pulled down. I was now face to face with that delicious monster dick, I licked my lips with the increased saliva that coated my mouth.
I looked up at him and just like I was praying he would do he looked down at me with a very serious look and placed his hand around the back of my head and pulled me to him.
I leaned forward while he pulled and with all the determination in the world I grabbed the base of his cock with my fingers and plunged down on him. I went right to work stretching my mouth open as much as I could. Pulling him deep into my mouh with suction I peered up at him, he was looking right down at me then I felt him make a fist as he grabbed a lump of my hair.
He was rocking his hips and he steadily pulled and pushed my head while I worked on him. I was lucky to get in my mouth what I could but his actions were telling me it wasn’t enough.
As what must be his typical aggresive style he began to fuck my mouth and was forcing his cock deeper than I thought I could take. He was giving me exactly what I wanted and was now forcing me to suck him off despite my very real struggle.
I really had no choice now and was loving just that fact alone while I increased the depth as best I could and sucked harder on his rock hard tool.
I concentrated as best I could only peering up at him every now and then and the last time I did look up I knew I was doing the job. He was’t looking down at me anymore rather his head was level, his eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly agape.
I reached up with my other hand and tickled his sack while I continued to try and suck the cum out of him.
As his breathing became more rapid I mentally prepared for the inevitable. I couldn’t wait for him to cum in my mouth then without any other perceivable indication I was caught of guard by a stream of cum hitting the back of my throat.
I chocked a little then recovered as I began to swallow while trying to pull my head back but he held me as he loudly groaned as he while flooded my eager mouth.
With my tongue on the underside of his meat I felt the pulsating ripple of cum coursing through his cock. He held my hair tight and grunted as the last few spurts of his warm thick seed flowed into my eager mouth. When he eased his grip on my hair I pulled back and keeping his head firmly inside of my mouth I sucked his now very sensetive head. His body shook while I sucked and licked his helmet. When I was sure I had extracted every ounce of cum I pulled off and looked up to see the relief on his face, he pulled in a breath then swallowed before looking down at me.
He didn’t say a word or make any expression other than nodding his head as an indication of approval. He gave me two chances to be a wonton little whore but there was so much more I wished to do like this. I would love to be tied up and be thoroughly taken advantage of, have cum all over my face and my titties, to be fucked in the ass, etc, etc.
If I ever get the chance then I’m going to take it and be taken by him.
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Short Term Relationship.

Two strangers meet at the beach and spend some time “getting to know each other”, but how long will their interest in one another last? What surprises lie around the corner?

Sharing Jack’s Bed: Part 4

To fully understand the relationship, please read the previous parts. Jack and Kellie head back home after a night of dancing — and a kiss — was abruptly interrupted.

Cold winter hot woman

It was a cold night and I was leaving work late had been snowing really badly and the buses had stopped running. Working 20 miles from my home is difficult enough but with no car and only a once in a while country bus service when the weather hit that was it. I was stuck!
I sat in the shelter the snow slowly drifting down and piling up around the shelter it was a nice sight in the orange glow of the car park lights. I had a large sweater on as well as a coat and after hearing the weather forecast in the morning waterproof trousers and cotton running bottoms I thought it was a good idea to put them in 2 my bag if it did turn bad I had something 2 keep my legs dry and warm. A better idea would have been to stay at home and I was wishing I had until I herd a shout coming from behind me. I turned but couldn’t see anything though the steamed up glass of the shelter so I sat back down, then again definitely my name I decided to investigate, what the hell looked like I would be stuck here for the night so stepped out side.
A cold wind hit me knocking me slightly off balance. I walked over 2 the voice in the darkness it was a girl I worked with well I say girl she looked about 22 29 so I thought. I found out she was 33 but she certainly had the energy of a younger woman, I had kept my age a secret most people took me for 25 27 so I let them why not gave me a bit more respect. When I got over to her she was sheltering at the corner of the building using it as a windbreak. She shouted what are u doing out here a lot of people are getting ready 2 camp out in the canteen or in store rooms by the heater. “No I wanted to see if a bus would come its only been 10 minuets since the last 1 should have been here I’ve been here 15 so I thought I’d wait there normally late”. “Don’t be stupid they would have stopped hours ago probably stuck you no the hills round here”. I agreed and shrugged I was a bit over optimistic I admitted to myself and replied true.
She then said she was walking to her car see if she could get it started I said ok and moved to walk back to the store. With this she let out a great huff “well and I was told you were a gentleman” I spun back what wait I am as much if not more than any man in this place “not hard” she threw back I chuckled “true”. Why am I not a gentleman then well on a night like this u have all toughs layers on look at me. It was true although a sizeable woman she was warring only her work tee shirt, fleece and cotton trousers I quickly gave her my padded coat and walked her over to her car.
When we got there she shouted for me to get in I did with a crunch as my waterproof trousers hit the seat I remembered they would be wet and quickly lifted my arse off the seat. This looked very odd and Sam immediately asked what the hell I was doing I explained and before I knew it she had hold of them “let me do it” and pulled them down. But she had got hold of all my lower clothing even my boxers before I could say a word she had pulled them down revelling my shrunken member which had retreated due to the cold. She gasped then chuckled and I had thought with your high and shoe size that you’d have a big 1. (I am 6 foot 5 and size 13 UK shoe) I growled and forgot I was now uncovered she started the car and put the heater on “ITS COLD! What do u expect if it were warmer…” she butted in
“what so if it were warmer you’d be bigger?”
“So I guess with the right stimulus, how big can it get?” I don’t know I don’t measure it I snapped angrily. I apologised for shouting and she warmly said that’s alright then suddenly she ducked down I thought she was going to pull my trousers up I went to pull them up but she pushed her hand against my chest pushing me back in the chair.
Then it all changed she took it in her mouth it was like a switch within seconds she gagged as my hardening dick rose in her mouth she jumped back Fucking hell it grew to just under 9 inches and 3 in width what the fuck is that? She looked at me thinking about what she had just said and laughed then apologised sorry you’re not that little after all are you. I smiled see all you need is the right stimulus and a warm place “yea guess so!” I went 2 pull my trousers up again what you doing u don’t think your getting away with just that do you? I’m never beaten, even by you. She went back down and began to suck lightly at first slowly circling the now deep purple head probing the eye hole in the middle lapping up the pre cum slowly emerging. My cock was now the hardest it had ever been and she knew it she looked up reached over and tried to pull my top up I pushed her head back and pulled it off making a pop as it came out of her mouth like a lollypop. She ran her hand over my chest and with that changed her motion she began bobbing up and down franticly then began feeling my balls the sucking down the whole length off the shaft, she was frantic muffled sounds begging me 2 cum pleading to let her have my load. I played along saying no way making her go even wilder when truth was the only thing body wanted 2 do was cum. She gave my dick a soft my sharp bite a cleaver trick the shock made me loose any control my dick swelled in waves stretching her mouth to its limits, I shot load after load and she took it all she seemed 2 just swallow no gulping it just ran strait in.
I pulled my dick back as it slowly shrank but she moved with it licking and sucking every last drop massaging my balls like she was milking it for all its worth.
Then she lifted up and began to kiss my chest up 2 my neck then my ear with this she whispered now its your turn it took me a moment to understand what she then I reached over her and pulled the lowering leaver on her seat lying her flat then pushed the seat back.
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A Ghostly Haunting-Chapter Five

After a terrifying night Ashley is submitted for rape test when she gets humiliated. Her parents then find out about the strange things that go on at their new home.

The ten of them chapter 18

In our last chapter Sam’s Godfather Captain Ron Davis and his friend Sergeant Reese Hansen decided to attend classes with JJ in order to leave the military. Both served more than the minimum time and have their own reasons for separating from the military. JJ’s class merely afforded them the means to support themselves once they start their civilian lives.

Sister’s underwear picture message Part 3

Here’s the third offering of the incestuous encounter between a brother and sister which started with an innocent wrongly sent sexy picture message. As ever, please don’t read if the subject matter offends you and constructive comments are welcomed.