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On A Trip To The Zoo

A young boy goes to the zoo with his father. As they are passing the elephant exhibit the youngster looks over at the elephant.
After a few seconds he turns to his Dad and asks “Dad, what’s that hanging down from the elephant?”
His father replies “That’s his trunk son.”
“No, no, Dad,” says the boy, “at the back.”
“Oh, that’s his tail” replies his father.
“No, Dad,” the boy says, “Between his legs.”
The father looks over and replies “That’s his penis, son.”
The young lad thinks about the answer for a minute, and then says to his father “Last week Mommy told me that was nothing.”
“Well son,” replies his father, “You have to remember that your mother is a very spoiled woman.”

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My Sister and Me – Swinging into the New Year 2 – Happy New Year

Mike finally has an invite to a couple’s swinging into the new year party, but his partner can’t go. Would he not get to fuck the gorgeous girl of his fantasies, whom he saw at the last party, a party he was working at? Well, to make things worse, the hot girl of his dreams was actually his 16 year old sister. Fucked up? Yup, and since both of them are dateless, she wants him to take her to the party – but no sex. What will happen?

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AFTERNOON SURPRISE

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

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Rose’s Story

In the real world guys like the Martin I describe do exist. Ladies beware, or make the most of it!

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Summer School Slip

Sophomore year. Summer school… great. It’s not that I’m not smart, I just don’t try, nor do I give a damn. In fact… I give a damn so much, that I’m faking going to summer school. How does one do that? Well, not easily.
The alarm rings as I roll over to shut it off. I struggle to get out of bed and hobble downstairs to the bathroom. I think to myself, washing my face, how completely pointless this whole act is going to be just to avoid 15 minutes of conflict with my father.
I shower, brush my hair and teeth, and run back up the stairs to my bedroom. I rustle through my drawers pulling out everything I needed. Black bra, black tank top, black ‘Tuesday’ panties, black jeans and black socks with white skulls on them. To complete the ensemble, a black zip-up hoodie with band patches all over. Ya… I went through a Goth phase, sue me.
I bolt down the stairs and quickly put on my Chuck Taylor high tops. Afraid of running late, I skip out the front door and two houses down the street to the public bus stop.
Headphones in place, I paid the bus fee and took my usual place at the very back of the bus. 5 minutes later the bus began to pull into the station and my eyes caught a boy dressed like me. I walked off the bus and around to the station. Our eyes seemed to meet. Shyly I took a seat on the bench to listen to my music.
This boy walked right in front of me and our eyes immediately locked.
“Sorry to bother you, but I saw you walk off the bus and knew I had to meet you” he said.
I was completely shocked. People don’t just come up to you randomly and say stuff like that! In the movies sure, but not in real life. I was so stunned I merely stared into his blue eyes.
“I’m Aaron. Are you going to summer school?” he asked.
Again, dumbfounded, no words came out. I just shook my head.
“That’s too bad. Will you be here when I get back?”
I nodded furiously.
Aaron smiled and laughed slightly. “I’ll see you then.” He kissed my cheek and boarded the bus.
For the next 3 hours I sat in that spot waiting for him to come back. I fantasized about our lips touching, his tongue sneaking past my lips to find my tongue. Our tongues touching, gliding, caressing each other. I couldn’t keep my thoughts away from those blue eyes of his. They practically immobilized me!
My mind then wandered to other things… naughtier things. I was focused on what was under his baggy black jeans. I had never seen a penis in real life before, but I had watched enough porn to know what to do with it. How would it feel and taste?
By the time the bus had arrived I was really horny and I had never been so wet. I saw him instantly as if I had radar that pointed directly to the object of my desire.
I got up and walked towards him. Before my mouth blurted out what I wanted to do to him, he spoke. “I couldn’t concentrate in school. I thought about you all day. Your green eyes and that beautiful raven hair…” he stated, and somewhat let his words drift.
Having that small moment to gather my thoughts and keep the obscene things where they should stay, I finally spoke. “Sorry about this morning. I do talk, I’m Kelly. Not going to lie I thought about you while we were apart too.”
“Can I maybe walk you home?” he asked as he grabbed my hand.
I smiled, not being able to help it. “Of course.”
The entire way we held hands and talked. I listened and spoke as if I was on cruise control. But my mind… my mind was wandering to things hidden in his jeans again.
We were walking past a parking ramp when he pulled me into the darkness inside it. Our eyes met again and it was like lightning. The desire radiating off both of us. He backed me into the inside wall of the ramp and kissed me hard. Our lips knew what to do. They parted and our tongues met like long lost friends in an embrace of remembrance. While our tongues danced together it was like magic.
I was getting wet again. My hips ground into him and felt his hardness against me. Like wolves at a feeding we went at each other’s mouths and bodies. His hands went from my face to my breasts like magnets. He knew the right spots and made me squeal softly into his mouth.
His mouth left mine wanting and moved to my neck, an extremely sensitive spot on me. The instant his lips hit my pulse it felt as though water was hitting a dam in my pussy so hard it would break. I moaned softly and his right hand left my breast to venture lower.
With no trouble he slipped his hand into my pants rubbing my clit through my panties. I know he could feel the wetness on his fingers. He let out a masculine noise as his fingers went past that barrier and into my pussy. I ground myself onto his fingers wanting more. I grabbed at his neck and moaned his name loudly.
“I take it you like that?” he questioned rhetorically. His voice was deeper now… a masculine whisper in my ear. The sound of that voice, his breath on my face mixed with his rhythmic fingers sliding in and out of my wet pussy took me over the top.
I clawed, unknowingly, at his neck, my head thrown back, gasping for air and moaning at the same time. Tiny waves of pleasure ran through my body and out my pussy onto his fingers.
When Aaron finally brought his hand up to view the damage, it was dripping onto the cement beneath us. He grinned at me, clearly proud of himself. I was still euphoric, and hornier than fuck. I smiled wickedly at him and took his hand in mine, bringing his fingers to my mouth. One finger at a time, I liked my juices off of him and noticed his eyes flutter.
He then pulled me into him, thrusting his tongue in my mouth, trying to taste what I licked from his fingers. He was rock hard against me. It made me need him so much more…
I had to pull his face away. I was going to get to do what I had day dreamed about. I slowly fell to my knees, watching his eyes for a reaction, and I got it. His eyes went wide, watching as I unzipped and unbuttoned his pants.
“Take it out… I want it!” I demanded.
He seemed stunned for a moment, but quickly did was I told him. He lowered the front of his pants and boxers for me. He stood at attention in my face and his fingers began running through my hair.
I quickly scanned the parking ramp for onlookers. It was dark and deserted. Everyone was still at work.
Focusing my attention back on Aaron’s cock I recalled what I had seen in the porns I watched. I gripped the base of him and began slowly stroking his shaft up and down, watching his eyes. He never took his eyes off my hand on his cock.
As his hand began to bury itself deeper in my midnight hair, I stroked faster, now licking the head. His eyes finally began to close as my mouth enveloped the head of his dick and worked my way down the length of him and back up. Over and over again I made my way up and down his shaft.
Aaron’s hand yanked on my hair sending a wave of pleasure down my spine. Suddenly he pushed my head down onto his cock, nearly choking me. Just then a burst of liquid heat shot down my throat. I swallowed it all down. Aaron released my head, moaning apologies for choking me.
I had to shut him up, to make him enjoy these final moments of pleasure. I took the last length of him in my mouth as he came a bit more. Slowly I slid my mouth back off his cock, sucking as I went. I could bear to waste any of his cum.
One final flick of my tongue on the head of his dick and I was on my feet, feeling accomplished, smiling. Grinning like an idiot really.
When Aaron finally opened his eyes his mouth moved, but no sound came out.
“You’re welcome.” I stated.

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I Watched My Wife With An Older Man 5

It’s been almost a year now since I first watched old Walt trying to fuck my Anna on our living room couch. I wonder how different things would’ve been if I’d stepped in and stopped it right there. As I read back over my stories bringing things up to date, I can now see the slippery slope I traveled reaching my present situation. I’d never heard of the internet site you are now reading this on, until my friend and author Cleo said she thought by posting my stories, it might help me cope with all the misery my actions had caused. I read some of the other stories here and frankly I wouldn’t have believed them had this stuff not happened to me. In short, I was naïve because I didn’t know guys like Walt and Albert – and eventually Tia and Bear – even existed. They simply didn’t travel in my circles. Yes, at the time I was all hot to watch Walt fuck my wife, but I didn’t cause it – he did. It takes a certain type of person who has the gall, the lack of human feelings to just take what they want, like Walt. Or, like Albert, to advertise their sexual pictures on the NET. Tia and Bear who came into our lives and wrecked it at a later date, were in a different category altogether. I’m not judging, just stating how I felt. So, believe my story or not, it makes little difference. I’m doing this for me – to cope – nothing more.
With that said, I urge others who consider contacting sex partners on Ebay and Creigslist to beware. After Walt went back to the Middle East and there was small chance of his returning on a regular basis, Anna became withdrawn and depressed at times. Gone was the old carefree Anna I knew and loved. I had to do something, besides – I admit it – I couldn’t wait to see Anna impaled of another big cock. What started out as a simple sexual experiment has now become immensely complicated, and will possibly end up costing me everything. Yet, neither Anna nor I can stop this train from moving. It’s all water under the bridge now, I guess.
In any event, our lives are so changed from the upper in-come, suburban couple everyone envied a year ago. My beautiful proper wife now admits something she never knew about herself – that she’s a sex addict – and I guess if I’d admit it, I’m a pervert. Anna told me recently that she can’t pass a man on the street without looking at his crouch and wondering about the size of his cock. She said she even fantasizes about the delivery boy and our yard maintenance crew. It sounds sick, but when she told me that, I got a boner so hard she had to suck me off before I could go to work. I know she loves me but that she doesn’t particularly enjoy having sex with me – it doesn’t have the same forbidden excitement she experiences when she fucks other men. She also needs the control they exhibit over her, which I’ve tried giving her but have failed to provide. I now know something about her that I don’t think even she knows. Anna is a total sub. She lusts after the big, rough, less attractive guys who’ll use her mercilessly, wipe their cocks on her and leave. Proud and cool in public, she’ll now do anything some man demands of her, when she’s like that.
I came home a few days in a row to find her crying. She didn’t want to talk about it but after my repeated prodding she relented. She said she’d spoken to a shrink about her “problem,” just an initial consultation. She gave me his card and said he’d agreed to tell me what he’d revealed to her. I told her it was a bunch of crap, but called him the next day anyway. Doctor Meeks told me Anna was indeed a sex addict. It probably had been a latent condition, and that some recent event or experience had awakened it. I knew that “recent event or experience” had been a guy named Walt, and that it’d all been my fault. I didn’t tell him that though. His analysis was different than Anna’s. He said the size of the man’s penis was irrelevant, except that it probably offered her the necessary pain she needed to justify her pleasure. Also it had been the feeling that she’d had no control over -or blame for – what she was doing, and that it was the forbidden nature of the act itself that had affected Anna so profoundly. Mine and Anna’s sex life was probably routine and sometimes boring to both of us, he’d correctly stated. He surmised she’d obtained such an adrenaline high from that first forbidden act with Walt in our living room that she’d since been trying to replicate it OVER AND OVER, since. She would likely continue doing that until she received professional help. That wouldn’t come until later, he speculated. Because, like with most alcohol or drug addicts, the sexual releases she pursued were so intense that she wouldn’t want to change until she’d reached rock-bottom, and had no other choice. Also, like with other addicts, if she didn’t get her “fix” she might go into deep depressions, even become suicidal. He told me the signs to watch for, telling me to call him. I didn’t even ask him about why I got off so much by watching her. I was afraid of his answer, I guess.
As her depression grew worse, I knew I had to do something. I told myself it was for Anna, and I still believe it was. I looked at all the emails I’d received on this site and on others, concerning my stories about Anna. Many wanted to meet her. Several had even sent me photos of their cocks. One in particular I remembered. The guy’s cock was immense; thick and long, slightly curved to the left. He’d asked for a picture of her twice, and I’d finally weakened and sent him one of her in her bikini. I figured he’d just use it to jerk-off but then I started worrying it’d show up on the internet. I vowed I’d never do that again. Besides, he lived in California. Much too far away. I’d heard of Creigslist, but had never visited the site. I was surprised to find such things as men seeking women, men seeking men, etc. There were even picture of men’s erect cocks, advertising themselves. From what Doc Meeks had said, I knew Anna had an obsession with large dicks, so I weeded most out right up front. One jumped out though. It was a photo with the face cropped, of a rather fat guy naked from the waist down. His cock didn’t appear very much longer than mine – certainly not the length of Walt’s – but it was as thick as a beer can. He said he was in Dallas for two days and wanted some good pussy. No drama, just a good fuck. I sent one of those anonymous email replies and it was answered in less than an hour. It said to meet him in the hotel lounge where he stayed at 7:00 PM that evening, signing it “Albert.” My hands were shaking with excitement and my mouth was like cotton by this time. I called Anna an asked if she wanted to get out of the house for a drink with one of my clients. Sounding in better spirits, she said okay.
When I arrived home, Anna was dressed casually in a light pull-over sweater and white shorts. As usual, she looked devastating. In the car she asked who the client was, expecting someone from my office. I handed her Albert’s picture – the one from the neck down – his cock sticking straight out. She just stared silently at it for a few minutes as I watched from the corner of my eye. Holding it in her lap, she looked back out the window for a while, glancing down several times at Albert’s photo. By the time we reached the hotel, her face was slightly flushed. We never spoke a word as we pulled into the hotel parking lot, got out and went inside. Albert was easy to spot. He was the only one in the lounge, a rotund, balding man in an expensive sport jacket and no tie. He smiled and stood as we approached, sticking out his hand.
“Hi Folks. Call me Al.” He looked Anna up and down slowly, as her face colored. For whatever shortcomings he had in the looks department, Albert didn’t lack for self-confidence. We have a drink and Albert asked Anna to dance a slow song with him. She reluctantly accepted and they moved off, Albert’s pants tented in the front. When he pulled her close, I knew she could feel it. He was shorter than Anna, but he danced well and they stayed for a second dance. When they returned to the table, Anna’s face was more flushed and Albert’s pants protruded even further. After another drink, Albert suggested we go to his suite for a night cap. Anna didn’t look at either of us as she stood and went along.
Albert had a small suite with a large living/dining area and bar. Anna sat on the sofa and I sit on a large over-stuffed chair. Playing the gracious host, he fixed us a drink and sit by Anna. I could see by his pants that he still had a hard-on. I knew Anna could see it too. When there was a break in the conversation, Albert just unfastened his belt, pushed his pants and shorts down around his knees, and laid back, his cock standing straight up.
“Is this what you came to see?” he asked boldly.
No longer than mine, his cock was fully as thick as a beer can, with an even larger crown. Thick blue vanes stuck out all over it, making it appear even more formidable. He was gazing at Anna, who was staring at his cock as though awestruck. Albert took her limp hand and placed it on his dick, moving it slowly up and down. Anna’s gaze never wavered, but she was breathing raggedly through half-open lips.
“Why don’t you get down there and lick it, beautiful? We all know you’re going to, so just do it.” He pulled on her arm, helping her kneel on the carpet in front of him. Her eyes never left his cock.
He didn’t have to force her. Closing her eyes, she leaned forward and began licking it around that humongous knob. She opened her lips and slid them all over the bulbous head, leaving it wet, and then she licked his cock from top to bottom and back up. Albert groaned softly, my cock was aching so I loosened my belt, unzipped my pants and let it out from its confides. The hotel room air felt cool on it as it throbbed, growing harder.
Anna was trying to swallow that huge piece of meat without success. It was simply too thick to enter her throat. All she could manage was to get her working mouth around the head of it. I watched her cheeks collapse with the suction as she worked on it. My own dick throbbed urgently each time she swallowed. Her face pressed against Albert’s flab, his ass cheeks clinching tightly, his thighs straining with the effort. I could barely breathe and my heart was pounding wildly inside my chest. If I touched my dick I knew I would cum, so I waited. It would be a long night. Albert’s voice brought me back.
“You’ve got a beautiful wife here, partner. She looks particularly lovely trying to stuff my cock down her throat. I’m gonna fill-up her pretty little mouth with a hot load of cum in about a minute. It’s been a while for me.” His face screwed-up and he looked even uglier as he strained to keep from cumming. I could see he was fighting it, trying to prolong the experience of having the most beautiful woman he’d ever had sucking his cock. “Oh . . .” he growled, “I’m going to love stuffing my cock inside that sweet pussy.”
Anna, making love to his cockhead, seemed oblivious to his words, so focused was she on sucking that large cock down her milking throat. I believe she and that bloated cock were the only two things that existed for her at the moment. I watched as she ran her open lips up and down its length, sucking each of his hairy balls tenderly into her mouth, her eyes closed. Then back up the shaft to engulf it again. I almost shot my load at that. Albert had reached his limit too. Grunting loudly, holding her face on his cock, he shot a string of cum into her mouth and she swallowed convulsively. He must’ve stored up for a while because he shot string after string for a full minute. Her mouth was like a seal around his cockhead, not losing a drop, hungrily swallowing it all to pool in her soft belly. I unloaded so hard into my tissue that my prostrate ached. I sat with my head down for a few minutes, trying to stop shaking. Anna was still licking Albert’s cock like it was a lollipop as he slumped back against the sofa. After a while, he said, “Get up and strip.” His voice sounded raspy in the quiet room.
Anna obediently stood and pulled her sweater over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her breasts stood straight out in the cool room. I heard Albert gasp. “My god, your tits are perfect!”
Anna didn’t answer, didn’t even look at him as she pushed her shorts down and stepped free. Albert’s mouth was wide open now, his tongue practically hanging out. “You are the most beautiful fucking woman I have ever seen,” he whispered hoarsely. “Get on the bed.”
Anna crawled onto the bed and lay on her back, legs slightly apart. She was wet, a sliver of pink showing between her swollen pussy lips. In an instant, Albert was between her long tan legs with his face buried in those lips. Anna cried out, pressing her thighs against his face as her hands found the back of his head, pulling him closer. Her face contorted, the cords in her neck and shoulders standing out. She rode his face for several minutes, growing louder as she approached her climax. Albert must’ve had his tongue buried all the way to the navel as he lapped her cunt unmercifully. I watched as he sucked one pussy lip out, pulling it with his lips, then the other, as she moaned and wiggled against his face. There was something extremely nasty about seeing my beautiful wife squirming around on this fat little troll’s tongue, or sucking his bloated cock. I can’t deny that. Still, it hurt somewhere deep inside. Growing hard again, I watched with growing envy as he drove my Anna right out of her mind. How I longed for her to react to my love-making in this manner. Recalling Doc Meeks words, I realized the reason. I just wasn’t nasty enough for her. Doing it with me was – boring. She needed forbidden fruit, the adrenaline rush caused by doing something extremely vulgar and forbidden with a total stranger. I deceived myself into believing that by doing this, it might help her cope with depression. He’d said she could become suicidal, right? I figured I could live with her fucking some guy a couple times a month if it kept her from becoming so depressed. What I pushed to the back of my mind was him telling me she’s a sex addict, and that she’d continue to seek new ways to obtain her sex-high until she’d finally reached rock bottom. I realize now I was self-serving fool, but at the moment my cock was as hard as glass.
I saw Albert had pushed her legs up, sliding his tongue down her crack and eating her puckered asshole as she climbed his head. Anna seemed to be coming apart at the seams. She came so loudly and drawn-out, screaming with her release, that I was afraid other hotel guests might call hotel security. Her cries finally diminished into small whimpers, but Albert just kept licking, sucking and chewing for a long time until she began to moan and move her ass around again. Then he crawled up farther, holding her legs in the crooks of his arms, he positioned the head of his fat cock over her opening and pushed that bloated thing against her swollen pussy lips. It was a difficult entry but she didn’t fight it; to the contrary, she pushed back, lifting her ass, trying to help him get inside. Then I remembered how Walt had stretched and hurt her as he pushed that big horse cock of his into her. I figured if she’d accommodated that thing she could handle this one okay. Both Anna and Albert grunted as the head finally popped inside, followed by about half of his fat cock. Anna raised her knees to her chest and that did it, the entire thing disappeared until his balls pressed against her ass. The look on her face said it all. She was in total bliss.
Albert didn’t give her a chance to rest, hammering into her like a mad-man, without any warm-up. She didn’t pull away – instead, remaining still for just a moment until her vagina had adjusted to his girth. Then she began pushing her ass up to meet his thrusts. For the next fifteen minutes, the room was filled with their grunts and the wet sound of slapping flesh. They’d both taken the edge off earlier, so it seemed neither was in much of a hurry to reach their climax. Having also cum earlier, I was now at the point I could slowly stroke my cock in time with their thrusts. Albert’s fat little ass cheeks would quiver each time he plowed that thick cock inside her, jarring her slender body violently. She didn’t seem to mind. Whenever she seemed to draw close, he’d push all the way inside her, rest his flabby belly on her ass-cheeks and hold it there – just stopped moving as he watched her grunting and wriggling against his cock. I noticed him smiling at me.
“This is really some fine pussy,” he said. “Best looking woman I ever fucked, I’ll tell you that.”
Anna’s thighs were hugging him, her hands grasping his chubby ass to pull his cock even deeper inside her. She looked desperate. Albert suddenly lowered his face and swallowed her mouth, sticking his tongue down her throat. Moaning, she answered with her own tongue, kissing him back. Her arms slipped up and around his neck as she grinded her pussy against his cock. Seeing her kiss another man this way hurt more than watching him fuck her. I could see they were both close to cumming. They were making all kinds of noises, gyrating and humping frantically to reach their goal. Anna came first, howling into Albert’s open mouth as she licked his fat lips. Her first climax had only been a warm-up for this one. She came like a banshee, and it seemed to take forever. Then Albert couldn’t take it any longer either, his body arching backward stiffly, groaning like he was injured. Still, they sucked each other’s tongues as though it were a life-giving drink.
After an eternity, he rolled off her and tiredly pulled himself up to sit against the headboard. Anna, exhausted and appearing only semi-conscious, lie where he’d left her, legs apart, mouth open, eyes closed. Her pussy had been stretched to the limit and it remained open, its pink walls exposed and a river of cum running down the crack of her ass, dripping onto the bedspread. I was mesmerized by it. It was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen. I’d cum about the same time they had, but I felt blood rush into it again as I viewed the scene of their passion. Albert was smiling right at me again as he shook Anna’s shoulder. She looked up, a question on her face. His smile never leaving me, staring into my eyes, he pushed her face downward onto his cock, rubbing it against his slimy crotch.
“I’ve always wanted to do that to some pretty woman,” he said, moving her unresisting face around to clean himself up. “You need to leave now. I’ve got one more day before I have to fly out. It’ll be a long day tomorrow. I get off at five. If you want a repeat performance, come around ‘bout seven-ish, after dinner. That’ll give your little honey a chance to think about what I did to her and she’ll be climbing the walls by then.”
He watched as I pulled up my pants and retrieved a washcloth to clean Anna’s sticky face. I then searched around for her clothing and helped her dress. Cum ran down her long legs, so I wiped them clean as best I could, and fastened her shorts. Leaning on my shoulder for support, I assisted her to the door as Albert said softly, “Sure a fine-looking woman.”
I called Anna around 10:00 AM the following morning and she still sounded groggy. I asked if she wanted to go back to Albert’s hotel for a drink after work and she said emphatically, “No!”
I arrived home just before five, to find an outstanding meal ready. Afterward, we went out and sat by the pool, drinking wine. I saw Anna glance at her watch occasionally and suspected what that meant. As 7:00 o’clock drew closer, she became more restless, her words shorter, no eye contact. It was a twenty minute drive to the airport hotel. At 6: 30, I said, “You want to get out of the house for a drink before bedtime?”
She jumped up and grabbed her purse.
We pulled into the parking lot, neither saying a word as we rode the elevator to the fourth floor. I knocked on Albert’s door and he opened it wearing only his boxer-shorts. Stepping back, he was all smiles.
“My friends from last night! Come on in!”
He walked straight to the sofa, pulled off his shorts and sit down. “Let’s not pretend we don’t all know what we’re here for. Hurry over here and suck my cock until it’s hard. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
Anna was on her knees in a flash, like a starving person she took his half-softened cock nearly all the way down her throat, moaning in pleasure. Apparently she’d been thinking about this all day, too. As soon as it was hard enough, Albert pulled her up and positioned her over his stiff cock. She lowered her ass and rubbed the giant head through her vulva a couple times, grunting softly, sounding a little desperate. Then, she just sat down and impaled herself, crying out with pain and pleasure. I fumbled for my cock as I found the same chair I’d occupied the previous night. I had a bird’s eye view, watching as she eased herself up and down on his bloated cock. Albert said, “Take it easy baby, we got all night. I don’t have to leave until tomorrow afternoon. I plan to use every hole you have and to do it real slow. I may never find another woman like you and I plan to remember this.”
Albert fucked her slow, then fast, and then slow again, until they both reached a shuddering climax, screaming into each other’s mouth. That was the first of several for the night. He nailed her in every position possible. The old guy had remarkable stamina and could cum multiple times, unlike me. I was a two-fer at best. The finale came around midnight when he placed her on her knees, saying, “Now, I’m gonna fuck that puckered little asshole I’ve been licking for the past two days. You want me to stop, say so right now, otherwise keep your mouth shut.”
Anna silently lay her head down on the bedspread and closed her eyes. She didn’t utter a word. Albert produced a tube and spread some of it on his cock, then around and inside her asshole. He positioned his cock head against her puckered rim, pausing to grin at me. There was simply no way it would fit, I thought. Then I remembered Walt and his giant cock. It had finally fit but with a lot of pain. I hoped this wouldn’t be too painful for Anna. Albert grasped her hips and began shoving until the head finally popped inside her greased anus. Anna didn’t pull away. She pushed back against it as she fingered her vulva lips. Maybe she’d learned something from her experience, by Walt ass-fucking her that way. It looked painful to me and maybe she even enjoyed the pain, but Anna seemed to be oblivious, attempting to get Albert’s hunk of meat all the way inside. It wasn’t long before Albert’s grotesquely fat dick was buried in all the way to his hairy balls. It was an awesome sight, my cock lurched crazily just by watching from it.
Anna’s ass began making those little circles again as small sounds drifted back to me through her half-open mouth. I wondered if I’d spoil it for her if I went over and shoved my dick into her pretty mouth. I couldn’t take the chance so I just stroked it slowly. It wasn’t long before they were fucking like animals, the sound of their grunts and his thighs hitting her ass echoing in the room. “Tell me to fuck you,” he gasped.
“Oh . . . yes, fuck me,” she responded obediently.
“Tell me to fuck your ass,”
“Please . . . fuck my ass. Fuck it hard.”
I’d never heard Anna say anything like that during sex. Never.
“Are you a slut? Is my cock better than your husband’s” Albert shocked me by that.
“Oh god yes. I love your cock. I love your cock up my ass. It’s the best!”
Albert laughed wickedly. “I’m going to let you clean it off after we’re through,” he said. “You’ll do it, too you nasty slut.”
He kept talking dirty to her but Anna was too far gone to even answer. Her eyes were rolled up in her head and she was making little animal sounds through her open mouth, attempting to get even more of Albert’s thick cock inside her colon. I could see she was nearly ready to explode. So was I. Albert’s cock was having little difficulty sliding in and out of her anus now, stretched as she was, but Anna squirmed on it like a woman possessed. Albert suddenly arched his back and shot a load deep inside her bowels, yelling his pleasure. Anna was right behind him, sobbing and crying as she bit her forearm until it bled. I shot halfway across the room, leaving me weak enough to collapse against the chair back. I don’t know how long I stayed that way,
but Albert’s voice brought me back.
“Clean my cock, you nasty little slut. Lick it off.”
Groaning a small protest at having to move, Anna slid around and took his slimy cock in her mouth, sucking and slurping on it loudly. I felt sick at what might have been on it, but strangely excited too. I couldn’t have gotten another hard-on if my life depended on it. Apparently, neither could Albert.
“You two get out of here now so I can get some rest.” He smiled evilly. “I’ll give you a call if I get back up this way.” He was looking at Anna as though trying to burn her beauty on his memory.
I took Anna home, put her into a hot tub of bubble-bath and shampooed her lustrous hair. I wrapped her robe around her and led her to our bed, pulling the sheets up. She smiled weakly and was instantly asleep. The intensity of her orgasms had totally exhausted her. Shit, I was tired and I hadn’t been butt-fucked for an hour. I stared down at her angelic face, long lashes against soft unblemished cheeks, she looked clean and innocent. I brushed a wayward strand of hair from her forehead, caressing her with my eyes, just loving her. Disregarding her recent sexual proclivities, Anna’s still the most remarkable woman I’ve ever met. Her deep throaty voice draws people like flies, her beauty and intelligent keeps them around her. I briefly wondered what her classy friends would’ve said if they’d seen her just a few hours earlier. It was hard to imagine that less than an hour ago those full, beautiful lips had been wrapped tightly around another man’s cock, hungrily sucking loads of cum from it. A short time earlier this woman had lain in a hotel room bed, cum leaking from every orifice in her body as she cleaned the slime off the man’s cock who had just fucked her in the ass. Rationally I could separate that cum-soaked slut from the woman I now saw. That was how Doctor Meeks had said life with a sex-addict would be, so I knew we’d have about a month before she’d need to do it again and that was what I lived for. I loved this woman and I vowed I’d do anything it took to keep her. Our life was almost perfect for a full three weeks. Then Anna became depressed again.

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Becky’s School Days

This is a naughty story set in a private boarding school. It’s part one with some more planned. It’s completely unrealistic! But this is fantasy, we don’t need to be real 🙂

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The Gym – Story 21

Hi, I’m Lucy and I’m 24. I like to think of myself as a good girl, but the truth is I’m a cumslut and I love it. I guess if you’ve read any of my previous stories you’d know how little control I have over myself when I’m horny. It’s like a wave of heat that runs through my entire body and I become desperate, desperate for the feeling of a warm body pressed against mine, a hard cock sliding inside my and the warm flow of spunk filling one of my holes.
My inability to control my urges has got me in trouble over the last few years. I was thrown out of a Japanese restaurant for inserting the chopsticks into my pussy, arrested and given a verbal warning for sucking some guy off in an alley and the stupidest thing I’ve ever done was pick a guy up outside my apartment who’d just nipped out from a party for a fag. Now everyone in my building thinks I’m a whore.
Sex is the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning and the last thing I think about at night before going to sleep. I masturbate for hours if I don’t get fucked, watch porn and even go online to have cyber sex with random strangers. It’s not as good as a real bloke but it’s nice to hear what they want to do to me, how they’d use my as I rub my clit to orgasm.
I’d stopped working in the brothel under the advice of my councillor. Trying to kick sex addiction is as bad as any other drug, not as easy as it sounds. It had been going ok for the first couple of month. I’d only fucked 8 men during the first in 6 weeks and only 1 during the two weeks after that. My sister would only fuck at her boyfriends so that I didn’t have to listen to them cumming and she was always there when I needed her.
That is until I went to the gym. I started going to burn off some of my excess energy, but my pussy did most of the sweating, looking at the guys lifting weights sent me into withdrawal. I’d never really been into muscle guys, but let’s be honest, if you’ve read my stories you know if he’s got a cock I’d normally let him stick it in me somewhere.
I could see the men staring at me as I worked out. My tight sleevless top showed a clear view of my tits in profile and my tight legging were planted firmly between my arse checks giving a perfect picture of my tight arse. There smiles, eyes and unheard comments burned into me with each passing second.
I started to breath heavily. I felt like I was hyperventilating and my stomach was turning knots. I needed to feel something inside me and I was trembling with need. I jumped off the exercise bike and jogged towards the exit. I tried to avoid the eyes staring at my slim fuckable body as I darted past all those cocks.
Once in the hall I rounded the corner and made my way to the women’s changing room. I wrapped my arms around myself to try and stop the shaking. That’s when I saw him standing there in his shorts and t-shirt.
“Are you alright,” he asked.
“Emm,” I replied. He was almost 6ft tall, slim, strong and young. Too young. “Sorry, yes I’m ok,” I mumbled.
He walked past me.
“Wait,” I said. “Can you help me.”
“Sure,” he replied.
I grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into the women’s changing room after me.
I turned and faced him, looking up into his bright blue eyes. “Do you have a girlfriend,” I asked although I didn’t care.
He shook his head ‘no’.
I stared at his body, my eyes dropping to his crotch. I could see his cock hardening against his shorts.
He covered himself with his hands and started to make his excuses to leave.
“Wait…. Can I see it?”
My heart was pounding, my stomach churned and I couldn’t help but lick my lips at the prospect of taking his young cok in my mouth.
“What if someone comes in,” he replied.
“I was the only girl in the gym,” I replied, “no one will come in.”
“OK,” he said and pulled his shorts and underwear out so his cock popped up above his waist band.
I stared at the glistening bell end of his 7 and a half inch cock.
I took the hem of my t-shirt, lifted it over my head and let it drop onto the bench. I quickly pulled my sports bra off.
His eyes burned into my c-cup tits and I watched as his cock seemed to grow an extra inch above his waist band.
I kicked my shoes off and in a single movement my leggings and knickers were in a pile a meter away.
“You can touch me if you want.”
He stepped forward and his hands found my breasts. The second he touched them my legs went weak and pussy juice started to drip from my cunt. I pushed his shorts and underwear down and felt his young cock quiver in my hands.
He was tall and strong for someone so young.
I raised a leg and wrapped it around his waist. “Pick me up,” I ordered.
He pulled his t-shirt off, threw it to the floor ad lifted me easily from the floor.
He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me. I probed his mouth with my tongue and bit his lip playfully.
“How old are you?” I asked.
“20,” he lied.
“How old are you really?” I said.
“16.”
“Have you ever done it before.”
He shook his head, no.
I reached down and took his cock in my hand. I pushed the tips between my pussy lips and let me body drop onto his fat cock, impaling myself on my young virgin. His dick stretched my cunt wide and the tip struck my cervix.
He started to thrust his cock into me and then after a few seconds, he started to gasp and the muscles on his back contracted under my touch. A second later I felt the hot streams of his virgin cum flowing into me.
The feeling of his warm sticky cum inside me felt incredible. I stopped trembling and my breathing relaxed as if I’d taken a fix. I felt filthy and used. It was perfect. Even a 16 year old knows how to use a girl like she’s just there as a spunk hole.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
I smiled. “It’s ok. You’re cum feels really nice inside me.
“You can feel it?” he asked.
I laughed. “Yes, it feels nice and hot.”
“I didn’t mean to do it that fast.”
I kissed him as he cupped my little arse in his big hands. He cock dropped out of me and his spunk followed, dripping to the floor. I massaged his cock with my right hand. It twitched back to life and started to harden under my careful caresses.
“Put me down,” I whispered.
He lowered me to floor and I pulled him closer to one of the benches. I sat down and pulled his young body towards me before taking his cock in my mouth. I sucked gently on his cock, wanking him with my right hand as I sucked on the tip.
“I’m sorry,” he started to say as he gasped.
He tried to pull his cock from my mouth as his cum splashed onto my tongue and my lips. I thrust my head forward taking the tip of his fuck stick into my throat. His hot spunk shot down my throat and into my awaiting stomach.
I juiced his cock and squeezed it as he moaned. I spent a couple of minutes cleaning his prick and squeezing every drop of cum into my mouth.
I stood up in front of him. He stared at me as I licked the last dribbles of cum from my lips.
I wrapped my arms around him and he hugged me back. 3Thank you,” I said. “I realy needed to be fucked.”
“I never thought it would feel like that,” he replied.
I smiled and let him go. “You should get dressed and go,” I said.
He pulled his shorts back up and took his t-shirt from the floor. I stood there naked as he walked away and disappeared through the door. I spent the next 20 minutes in the shower, careful not to wash my pussy or wash the beautiful taste of his spunk from my mouth.
When I left the changing rooms he was stood there waiting for me.
“Hi, are you ok?”
“Yes,” he smiled. “I was wondering, emm emm.”
“Wondering what?”
“I was wondering if we can do it again?” he mumbled. “It didn’t last long,” he added. “I want to do it better?”
I smiled. “You want me to teach you how too fuck?”
He nodded.
I wrote my phone number on a piece of paper and gave it to him. I walked away without turning back, but I caught his reflections in the mirror. He was staring at me as I rounded the corner. I realised as I drove home that I didn’t even know his name.

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Amariel’s Adventures: Chapter 5, Daze in the Forest

Vivid and horrible dreams haunt my sleep.
I hear the sounds of desperate feet running through the dark forest. Terrified and ragged breathing puffing in and out. Heart thundering, running and running from some horrible monster half-glimpsed from the corner of my eyes. Teeth and claws and blood-stained fur. Running and running, but the thing is catching up.
But then the perspective shifts, and I realize that it’s me that’s the monster. I can feel amazing power and strength in my body, and I crash through the forest after a terrified man, running for his life. I try to tell him that I mean him no harm, but all that comes out is a horrific roar. I reach out to him, to tell him he doesn’t need to run, but my hand just shreds through him. He falls to the floor, screaming and bleeding, and I lean down to console him, but my teeth bite at his throat of their own accord. I feel hot blood running through my teeth, down my throat, and I cry out in-
I cry out in terror and sit up, looking around. I am, in fact, in a forest. But it’s neither dark nor full of monsters. There are only two people here- myself and Lynette.
That same woman now gently strokes my hair, and her touch calms me. Sitting beside me, she gently pulls my head down, and leans it on her shoulder. As she pets my hair and coos to me, I feel my heart rate slowly drop, and the fear ebbs from me.
It’s been almost a month now since I was carried to this clearing by a monster I called, and Lynette has been taking care of me ever since. I look up her, and gaze at her. She has soft black hair that seems to flow down her back forever, and which shines so nicely in the light. He has a thin face with narrow features, but her eyes- a deep hazel- are full of caring for everything she sees around her. The sun lights those eyes up, making them almost glow, and I can’t help but smile.
“Did you dream about him again?” She inquires in her gentle voice.
“For the third night in a row,” I reply, sighing with malcontent despite the gorgeous dawn splaying across the land.
She looks away, across the clearing and past the small waterfall, and seems to be lost in thought. After a moment, she asks “When you called him, you said he took your anger?”
We’ve been over this many times, with her always curious as to how I had done it. I’m sure the repeated questions would have irritated me had they been asked by anyone else, but I know she has only the best of intentions in her heart. “I opened the door and my anger, my frustration and my nightmares were pulled through.”
Again she stares, thinking. “So, if all he was ever given is rage and fear… I guess that would explain why he killed without remorse.”
These were the kind of thoughts she had. Always trying to understand someone’s motive; always giving them the benefit of the doubt. She also called the monster a ‘him’ instead of an ‘it’. But she must surely have a point to make.
After a moment, she makes the point she was moving towards. “So, since we’ve learned that you didn’t actually lose those emotions for good,” she began, reminding me of the times I had lost my temper while trying to help her with seemingly simple tasks, “you could call him again. And give him something else.” I had summoned him once since that first time, to show her.
This was a new thing to think of. “What do you mean? What else would I give to it?”
“Well, maybe you could give it other emotions, other thoughts. You could bring him through and give him understanding, wisdom, and love. See what he looks like, then.”
Her constant optimism was enough to make me giggle. Looking to her eyes, I know she’s serious. Her hazel eyes are full of warmth, and she truly wants to help me make the best of this. “But I don’t have those things,” I tell her as I gently shake my head. “I never mastered the softer emotions.”
She looked puzzled, maybe even worried. “But everyone has love, and from there the other things can grow.”
I gently remove my head from her shoulder and stand, stretching. “To have love, you’d have to experience it. Mother, father, sibling, romantic partner, I’ve had none of these. Who could ever love me?”
She just gave me the most peculiar look, and then we got to work. There’s plenty to do, in the forest.
* * *
There were a lot of berries to harvest near her clearing. And many plants could be gathered and eaten, or used for spices or medicine. And the beast helped me to hunt, though I tried not to call upon it too often. I was still quite scared of its ferocity. Yet, the creature was very content to serve. And thus, the days slid by lazily.
Yet today we need not do any work, for our food stocks are quite full. Lying on the lush grass, I feel content. The blades are as soft as feathers, and the field is comfier than any bed I’ve ever lain upon. I loll my head over and see Lynette washing one of her dresses in the bond. Lazily I rise and walk over to join her. Outside, the forest is starting towards a chill autumn, yet it feels warm in our vale.
I sit down on a rock across the small pond from her, and dip my bare feet into the water. It’s crisp and cold, and the chill feels nice on this warm day. I soak my feet in the cool water for another moment, and then decide that I’m warm enough for a swim.
I pull my old dress- sewn in so many places with hemp or thin vines that it almost looks like a plant- over my head. I give it a soak and a quick washing and lay it down in the sun. I quickly undo my bra, a homemade gift from Lynette, and lay that down beside the soaking dress. I take a moment to stretch my back, arching my chest up towards the midday sun. As I wiggle off of the rock into the pond, I notice that she’s watching me from the other side with that certain smile of hers, usually reserved for golden sunrises and perfect rainbows in the waterfall.
The water is cool, but not too cold and is quite refreshing. The water only just comes over my chest and I half-walk-half-swim to the fall. I let the water wash over my hair as I lean back. I take a moment to wash my hair thoroughly, before coming out of the fall. Interestingly enough, Lynette’s still watching me.
I dive just below the surface, looking out around the clear water. Suddenly there’s a pair of naked legs landing in the water, and my eyes slowly follow them up. I surface as my eyes keep on drifting over her tall, slender body until gradually they settle on her face. She stares at me rather intently like she has something important to say.
She wades forward- somehow making the motion look graceful- until she’s within arm’s reach. “Amariel, I…” she starts, and then stops. After a moment, she starts again. “A while ago, you said that you weren’t loved. Well, you are.”
I don’t know what to say, so for once I don’t say anything. She gently places a hand on my elbow, and just looks at me as if she has something else to add. She seems ready to speak, then doesn’t.
Then, with a swift motion, she leans forward and kisses me on the lips. For a moment my breath catches, and our lips are together, but then it’s over. She leans back and looks in my face, judging my reaction. My heart beats fast in my chest, as I watch her worries cross her face- anxiety that I don’t feel the same way. I wrap my right hand around the small of her back and pull her to me. We kiss again and my senses soar as the soft press of her lips against mine sends tingles through my body. I feel high and disoriented, so I wrap my other arm around her as if for balance.
Our bodies press together, her warmth against mine, and my hands roam her back as I feel her tongue gently probe against my lips. I meet it with my own, and she moans slightly as our tongues touch. I slide my hands along her back, following them to the lines of her shoulders, and back down to the curve of her body.
She presses fiercely against me, and I stagger backwards until we press against the rocks, with the waterfall pouring over us.
The water cascades down her back, rushing across my hands, as our passion grows hotter. One of her hands slides up my ribs, gently caressing the bottom of my breast. I pull back from our kiss and we part loudly. I gently take her hand and guide it to my nipple, staring her in the eyes. Already my nipples are hard- both from the cold water and the intensity of the moment.
Her thumb gently strokes my pink flesh, circling it slowly. Then I pull her back against me and press my lips against hers, thrusting my tongue to meet hers. Our passion burns as we explore one another’s mouth, and she brings both hands up to my chest, gently massaging my breasts. It’s already been five or more months since I’ve been touched by anyone- which is long for me- and I’ve never felt romance before. My body seem to melt in her arms, and she reaches one hand down to cup my ass, holding it while she presses me against the wall.
I slowly lick her lips and feel her tongue gently collide with my own, mixing our breaths and passions together. The hand on my ass slides down to my thigh, lifting my leg up.
I naturally wrap it around her legs, and I feel our sexes pressed against one another. Heat seems to radiate through the water, and her hand on my breast starts slowly venturing lower. She traces my ribs and my stomach, and lightly caresses my waist. Then I feel it slide lower, tracing along that coarse hair towards where I’m aching for her to go.
A single one of her slender fingers gently traces along my outer lips, and I shudder in anticipation. She slides it back along to my clitoris, then back towards my rear.
At last, with one smooth motion, she sinks her finger into me. I break off from our kiss and tilt my head back; moaning loudly as she slowly sinks her digit into me. I feel that digit moving slowly into me, spreading waves of heat through my entire body. Then she slowly retracts, and I clench tightly onto her body with my hands and leg, holding onto her for support.
She slips back into my tender flesh, making me moan and she curls her finger inside of me. She seems to know my body better than I do, and she reaches every sweet spot inside of me. She presses tightly against me, her hard nipples tracing just along my upper chest, and burrows her finger back into me. All I can do is cling to her while she stimulates my body, slowly pumping in and out of me. My breathing gets faster as I feel intense pleasure building up in my center, and I thrust my hips back against her, meeting her finger with my body.
Her free hand releases my leg and holds onto the back of my neck, keeping me to her as she pleasures me with her finger.
I spread my legs widely, giving no resistance. She plunges into me again and again, making me groan and clench her body even more firmly. Her pace is moderate but relentless, and each pass into me makes me feel like I’m swelling with sensation.
That great ball of delirious joy inflates inside of me, and I feel my muscles start to tense up as the pressure builds and builds. At last, I feel that I couldn’t possibly take any more, and she pushes deeply into me again, stroking that inner wall. I fly over the edge of bliss and my muscles clench as the ball of energy bursts. Faster and faster she strokes my inside as my muscles spasm and waves of pleasure surge through my body. I scream out her name as I orgasm around her digit, grinding my pelvis against her hand for all I’m worth, cumming and cumming.
At last the sensations slow down and fade, and she slowly removes her finger from me. Cold water replaces her warm body part, but I don’t think anything could cool me down, now.
I look into her deep, brown eyes, and without a word we wade towards the edge of the pond, holding hands.
She gets out first, and lies down in the grass, her body glistening in the warm sun. I lower myself over her until I’m laying half on the grass and half on her, and kiss her deeply. As our tongues swirl, her hands roam my body, and I start my own explorations.
I trace over her breasts, much smaller than mine; barely enough to fill my hands. Then I caress her stomach and side, still exchanging breath and tongue thrusts with her.
Instinctively, I grind my pelvis against her, rubbing my wet lips against her thigh. Deftly, she pulls me over slightly, bringing me over top of her and between her legs. Again I thrust, slowly rubbing my pelvis against hers. I thrust my tongue deeper into her mouth, and she parries- pressing and coiling hers against mine. Her breathing is getting faster, and I know she wants her own relief.
I break our kiss again, and slide myself lower, kissing along her jaw and down her neck. I gingerly nibble on her collar as I work my way down.
She moans loudly when I pause to suck on a nipple, gently swirling my tongue around it. As I lightly nibble on her left nipple, I caress her right breast with my hand, and she moans again and bucks her hips under me.
I release her breasts reluctantly, and make my way lower, kissing and licking along her stomach. I pause again to trace her little belly button with my tongue, and she wiggles under me. I know she’s impatient despite enjoying this, and I lower even further.
My chin rubs along her short pubic hair- when the hell does she shave this? – and I plant a couple more kisses as I move lower and lower. My lips hover just over her lower set of lips, and my light breath on them seems to drive her wild.
Suddenly, she sits up swiftly and clambers on top of me, her pelvis near the back of my head.
With expert skills I wiggle under her, rolling over to face her.
My face is now lined perfectly up with her pink petals, and I gently reach my hand around her waist, holding onto her lower back. I pull her down slightly while raising my head up, and breathe deeply the scent of her hot sex. My mind is flooded with the smell of her- like flowers and honey and everything in spring.
I waste no time and press my mouth against her lips. I lick the distance from her clitoris to her tunnel and back again, making her groan again. I flick my tongue across the entrance a couple of times, and she presses herself against my face. Without wasting more time, I plunge my tongue into those silken folds. “Oh, gods, Amariel,” she cries out. “You feel so good!”
With this for encouragement, I press my tongue as deeply into her as I can. Her juices flow and the taste of honey floods my mouth as I lick and suckle at her womanhood.
At the same time, I feel the sweet, wet heat of her tongue against my nubile flower. She gently spreads the petals with her fingers and explores me with her tongue, making me feel light-headed and delirious.
The gentle application of her tongue makes me feel hot. Moaning, I continue eating her out. My moaning helps her along, and she starts bucking her hips, grinding her lips against my face as I quickly work my tongue in and out of her sweet hole. I clench her ass cheeks with both hands as I work on lapping up all of her succulent juices. As my tongue passes over her stiff clitoris, she twitches against me, and moans loudly into me as she continues eating me out. The vibrations in combination with the feeling of her slick tongue passing through and against my vulva make me tingle with pleasure.
Her pace is relentless, and the tingling pulsations from my groin get stronger with each pass of her dextrous tongue, and I feel myself losing control. Valiantly, I try my hardest to pleasure her with my tongue, trying to make sure we both finish.
It gets harder and harder to keep a steady pace with my tongue, so I reach my right hand around her thigh, and sink the finger into her hot, slick hole. My finger slides into her without any resistance, and I curl and uncurl my finger rapidly, like I was beckoning someone. Still pumping with my finger, I gingerly place my lips on her outer fold, and suck slightly, pulling a small amount of skin into my mouth.
Her mouth breaks away from my own vagina as she lets out a loud moan. “Oh, oh Amariel. Oh!”
Her voice gets higher still, and I know she’s going to finish soon. I plunge into her even faster with my finger, feeling her hot juices coat my finger. With quick flits I rub my tongue across her clit, and she starts thrusting her face at me even harder, like she was riding me.
She buries her own face between my legs again, and her amazing tongue work continues. The sensations she’s giving me get stronger and stronger, and I throw my head back and yell out. With panted breaths, I keep pushing my finger in and out of her, pushing her towards the edge.
Her tongue passes over my clitoris, and I arch my legs as energy rushes from where her mouth is, blasting along my body, making my muscles spasm and my voice cry out again and again. My finger never stops moving during this, and I feel her suddenly clench tightly, squeezing my finger, as she has her own orgasm. She moans again, her mouth still on me, and licks me all the faster. The waves of bliss just keep rushing through me, and I spasm and writhe under her. Stars dance across my vision and I feel so dizzy as the chemicals burst through me.
Her own climax rages on, and she pushes herself back at me, impaling herself on my digit.
At last our respective orgasms die down, and she collapses weakly on top of me. My muscles all relax and I slide my finger out of her, revelling in the feeling of her tight chasm.
My finger is slick with her juices, and I can see visual evidence on my finger of her having finished. I stick the finger in my mouth, and my eyes slit closed as I suck the cream off of it. The flavour is both sweet and bitter, and floods my mouth. The taste makes me feel horny all over again, but I’m too tired for more right now.
She lifts herself up, her delightful tush hovering mere inches from my face. Then she turns herself around, and lies down again, her chest on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her, and she rests her arm on my chest and we hold each other, resting in the warm sun. After a while, she falls asleep in my arms, and I bask in the afterglow of great sex, thinking. Loved. I’m loved. She says she loves me. It’s a comforting, if slightly puzzling thought.
I listen to her contented breathing, and after a while I sleep, too. This time, I have no dreams.
* * *
There was still work to be done, for we were often collecting herbs, sewing new garments or washing our clothes, and this kept us occupied throughout autumn and winter. But we still found time to have sex as often as possible, trying as many new things as we could think of. It was in the springtime, after a particularly energetic session that I found myself resting between her legs.
Her back in the soft grass, she panted- chest heaving- trying to catch her breath. My tongue and fingers feel slightly cramped, and I’m lying down in the grass, resting my head on the soft skin of her pelvis. Contentedly gazing at her toned legs, I gently twirl my finger in her pubic hair.
“Amariel,” she starts, rather suddenly, “I think you should call on your creature again.”
I perk my head up, and regard her curiously. “Why? We don’t need to hunt anything today.”
That determined look sprouts on her face again. “Well, each time you call him now, you don’t really put anything into him. Just call him the way he is. That sort of helps my theory that he’s made out of whatever emotion you’ve given him before. So you should still be able to shape him.”
The idea made sense. If I opened that door again and put some of my intellect through, he could be smarter. Or kinder, or anything I want.
I sit up in the grass, and decide to do it straight away. Closing my eyes, I try to block out all of the distractions of the world. As soon as I think about that door, I instantly see it in my mind’s eye. That huge, ominous gate stills fills me with foreboding. I’m sure Lynette can tell, because as soon as I start feeling worried, I feel her slip her hand into mine.
An image of me appears before those doors, and the colours swirl around me. My aura, Lynette told me.
I mentally press on that door, and feel it slowly start to budge under my efforts. As the crack in the door widens slightly, I feel a gentle forcing lightly pulling at me, grasping at me as if trying to take something of mine. This is my opportunity to put an emotion in, or shape him in my mind.
Suddenly, my mind feels blank. What do I give to a monster? Intelligence, compassion, fear, excitement, anxiety? I suddenly feel at a loss, and I must have gone slack, because Lynette gives my hand a compassionate squeeze. I feel the warmth of love bloom in my chest briefly, alight at her touch. As soon I feel that emotion come blossom, I see a thick streak of rose appear in my aura. As soon as it appears, it separates like a coloured mist, drifting into that opening in the door!
Love? He can’t take my love! I suddenly feel worried, and Lynette- not knowing what’s happening in my mind- holds my hand more tightly, pressing against me.
Suddenly I can see a secondary aura appear beside mine. This one is full of that pink colour, the pale yellow of compassion, the faint green-blue of wisdom and streaks of bright yellow- excitement. I feel those same emotions flood me, only to be pulled through as well. I see the beast clearly beyond the doorway, and I see that mist of different colours surrounding him as it pours from me.
I feel worried at what he might be taking from me, but I try to focus. I mentally try to alter the fur on him, since the horrid mated texture feels icky. Flashes of purple-red flash across my vision as Lynette feels lust- likely caused by my sweating and rapid breathing.
This, too, seems to sift through the doorway, and it looks like other changes are taking place on the creature, but I can’t see him clearly though the mists anymore.
My eyes snap open, and I feel confused. What did I do to it? I’m lying on my back with my head on Lynette’s lap, looking up into her face. She gives me her gentle smile, and I relax. Whatever happens, we can make it together. I sit up, and see my beast standing in the field before me.
Now, there seems to be more emotion in its eyes- most of all confusion. It looks around in puzzlement, and suddenly sits down in the grass. The motion is more like falling than sitting down, but it just keeps peering around at the world. I’m about to ask it if it’s okay, but it seems odd to ask that without starting with its name. Beast? Creature? Animal? Monster? What is it called?
“Do you have a name?” I ask of it, and it just looks at me.
There’s a moment of silence as it seems to think. It explores its new mental capacities for a moment or two before answering. “No,” it rumbles its voice sounding not unlike a deep human voice. “I am called whatever it is you call me.”
“That was eloquently put,” Lynette chimes in. She looks at me and flushes a bit, then adds, “Compared to what he sounded like before.”
I ponder it, wondering what to call this creature that answers my will. I get to my feet and walk over to it, finding it to be almost as tall as me despite sitting down. I reach a hand out and lay it consolingly on its shoulder, trying to comfort it in its confusion. Then, looking at the creature, it occurs to me that it is not really an ‘it’. It lives and breathes, and speaks in a male voice. It seems most fair to think of it as a ‘he’, not as some unfamiliar thing.
As my hand gently touches his shoulder, I’m quite surprised to find the fur so soft. Smooth and almost silky, it feels great beneath my fingers- like the pelt of a rabbit. I pet him, stroking his shoulder, and a word slips out of my mouth without me realizing it: “Koko.”
He looks up at me, puzzled, and I flush in embarrassment. Oddly enough, I suddenly remembered the plush bear that used to comfort me when I was very little. I had named him Koko, which was a long elven word, shortened the way a child typically does. The name suddenly seems fitting, and a grin splits my lips. I nod and try the word on my tongue. “Koko. Yes, Koko. That will be your name.”
His head cocks to the side like a dog, and he mulls the name. “Koko,” he says, saying each syllable separately. “Yes, I am Koko.”
He grins, looking like a happy puppy, and I suddenly throw my arms around him, holding onto him like a giant teddy bear. He’s soft and warm in my arms. After a moment, his mighty arms wrap around me, and he returns the embrace.
He breathes deeply through his nose, taking in my scent. Then he goes rigidly still.
I suddenly realize that I’m very much naked, and my crotch and thighs are quite soaked with a combination of Lynette’s saliva, her sweet fluids, and my body’s own lubricant. I slowly release the hug and glance down curiously. He’s indeed a male!
I step back from him and take in my mental handiwork. Lynette steps up beside me and Koko, not knowing what else to do, stands up too.
Lynette’s the first to speak. “Well, he’s certainly… impressive.”
I nod, gazing at the lovely piece of meat hanging down from Koko’s crotch, half-erect. Cocking my head, I scrutinize the base of it, where it meets his pelvis. “It must have a sheathe it slides out of.”
Lynette just nods, saying nothing. Both of our eyes are fixed on his penis. It’s a lot like a human penis, pink and tender. But the veins aren’t prominent, and the ridge of the head is hardly visible.
He grunts, though I’m not sure what it’s supposed to mean. “I feel…” he begins, “something odd.”
A faint blush appears on Lynette’s face, and I decide to answer this question for him. “Well, you see, what you’re feeling is lust. Or desire.”
He gives a small shake of his head. “I know lust, I know desire. These primal things I feel, but I feel other things, too. Like a hot section here.” He waves a clawed hand over the middle of his chest, designating his heart area. “It is a lot like desire, but it is based in the knowing of you. It is softer, too.” Again, he shakes his head.
“Well,” I start, more than a little confused, “what do you know about me?”
He just peers at me, hips lips twitching up in a half-smile I recognize from my own face. “I know that you are Amariel. You have a hot passion that burns in you. You believe in being kind, but you’ll fight fiercely for anything you love. I know of your fears and desires, and I recall them as if they were memories. A part of me. And I know you, Lynette,” he continues, looking at her. “You are kind and full of love. You support other people with no hesitation, and would give your life for someone. And you… love her. This I feel, too.”
This is all a little worrisome, and very exciting. He’s as smart as either of us, and he feels the softer emotions. He knows kindness, yet it strong enough to protect people around him. Passion and compassion, all in one.
He reminds me of Lynette, but also of someone else. But I can’t seem to place my finger on whom it is.
I take a step forward, and close the distance between us. He just looks at me and smiles a smile so similar to Lynette’s; except for the shape of his wolf-like muzzle. It’s a smile that seems to say that he loves the person he’s looking at, yet expects nothing in return- the same way Lynette feels about the most beautiful things in nature, and about me.
He places a hand, so gently on my elbow, and stares into my eyes. I turn back to look Lynette, and she gives a small nod, her permission.
I turn back to this creature, this man who could love me, and stare back into his eyes- kind but fierce.
His hand is warm on my left arm, and I timidly reach out my other hand. I’ve never been timid towards a man, and it feels odd to me. Gently I take his shaft, holding it in a light grip. His eyes flutter and close, feeling pleasures of the flesh for perhaps the first time.
I fondle his penis, sliding my hands along its length. It’s so warm in my hands, and my own eyes close as I enjoy the feeling. His blood rushes to fill it, and I feel it twitch slightly in my hand, inflating.
I lean my head against his chest with my eyes still closed, feeling the soft fur over the hard muscles. It’s been most of a year since I’ve been with a man, and I can feel my body moistening, aching for his presence. Still I stroke him, and listen to his breathing as he gets hard in my hand. As I massage that firm meat, I can’t help but be delighted how a penis can be so hard and yet so soft at the same time. My palm suddenly feels slightly wet, and I smile, enjoying that his precum is flowing because of me.
“You’ve completed me,” he whispers to me. I can’t help but laugh slightly- it’s such a cliché thing for someone to say. But he continues on: “Before, I was a shell. I had only anger, and not enough even of that to be a full form. You’ve given me feelings, intelligence. You’ve given me form, and life.”
As much as I’d like to question what he was before I called him, I’m far too much in the moment.
I step back from him, releasing my grip on him. I slowly open my eyes, and lie down on the grass. I crook my finger at him, beckoning him to me. He drops to his knees before me, and crawls over my body. From here, I get a good idea of how much bigger he is than me. He’s massive, I think. Look at those shoulders. Just his torso must weigh as much as me.
Despite his size, he’s dextrous, I know. And gentle.And speaking of size… my eyes work their way down his body to his shaft, standing stiff and erect, pressed against my stomach. Again, I slowly stroke his shaft, pumping its length with my right fist.Why, he’s longer than your average Orc. Fortunately, I’ve got some experience in working with long body parts. All of which is true. I do seem to have a nearly supernatural ability to take long cocks, and even to return back to my normal tightness not long after. And he’s not as big as that Minotaur.
I stroke him one more time and then use his penis to push him slightly backwards. He pulls his hips back, and I try to line his head up with me. Still gripping the shaft, I rub his head against my lips, spreading his precum on me, making sure I’m lubed up enough. But I can tell, just from feeling him against my vulva, that I’m already very wet.
I rub his head between those folds for a moment more and then line it up with his destination. As soon as he feels that his way is before him, he gently presses forward, pushing his head against my hole.
The tip of it slips just inside of me, and I feel the soft flesh start spreading as his head slides into me. With a slow, continuous motion, the front of his penis slides into my yielding body. Fortunately, his head is only about as wide as the middle of his shaft, so from here it’s just a matter of length.
My slick tunnel parts before him, but before long he meets slight friction. He slides those three inches back out, and slowly works them back in. Deeper into me his penis passes, pressing and rubbing along unfathomable depths. It feels like he must surely sink into me forever, but as more inches slide inexorably into my body, I at last feel his soft fur press into my mound. I’m all the way down his shaft, and I feel his head just touching my innermost wall. He’s exactly the right length, I think to myself. I wonder if my subconscious chose for him to be exactly that long. Damn, my mind is great!
He stays still, staying inside of me, and we both savour the moment. I run my hand along his furry chest, luxuriating in the feel of his soft coat. Only days ago he was rough, but today he’s perfect.
I look up into his eyes and see much of Lynette’s compassion there, tempered with my own passion and lust. I wiggle my hips a little, and I’m rewarded with the feeling of his hard shaft shifting around inside of me. After a moment more of us savouring, he slides back out. Still, he moves slow as he presses back into me, making our bodies collide with a grunt.
His thick flesh moves through and into me, sliding into my depths. As he thrusts in again, I push back, meeting his push with my own. His pelvis hits mine more forcefully, allowing him to enter just slightly deeper. As he brushes against that inner wall again, I feel my eyes shut and a soft moan escape my lips, both without my consent. He seems to take this as a sign, and his next motion is quicker, and he enters me more firmly. His pace continues on, slightly faster than before, but his body seems to quake with repressed need. He wants so badly to move faster than this.
As he rears halfway out before plunging in again, I spread my legs even wider, opening myself to him. My body parts before his intrusion again and again, and my breathing is getting more rapid.
“Faster,” I whisper to him. I open my eyes and look into his and say again, “faster!”
His compliance is immediate, and he starts driving into me again and again, pumping like a man possessed. But right now, a man isn’t what I want. I want an ANIMAL.
“Harder,” I moan as I writhe under him. The steady sensations seethe out of my lips and pour through my body, making my head light and my heart pound. “Oh, harder. Hard and fast.”
His pace increases to nearly a blur as he pounds away. My breasts shake and bounce against the force, and I hold them down with one hand, as my other blindly gropes along his stomach and chest, feeling and squeezing. He thrusts so hard and fast that I can feel myself start to slide across the grass. I wrap my legs around the back of his in a quick movement, and pull myself back to meet his thrusts.
His strength is unbelievable as he drives himself into me head first. Juices drip down the inside of my thighs, and thee feelings pulsate wildly inside of me. The firm tingling becomes a vibration inside of me, and pleasure seems to dart up to my core and through my body.
My hands wrap around his shoulders and I press myself against him, throwing myself against him in time with his motions. “Ah, ah, ah,” I moan without meaning to.
Feelings seem to pore into my center the way water pools in valleys, as my body devours his shaft in deep swallows. The area of intensity in my stomach seems to swell as it pulls pleasure into it, and I can feel myself plummeting towards something great. I throw my head back and I cry out. “Oh, yes. Faster, now. I want it, oh.”
He thrusts hard and fast, plunging in again and again, and starts making an odd sound at the back of his throat- halfway between a whine and a growl.
His body starts moving irregularly, and slapping inside of me again and again. The tip of his head batters against my cervix one second, and dances along my opening. That ball of pleasure in me swells again, surely so big as to make my stomach inflate.
Then suddenly, as he drives his steel-hard shaft into me, I fly over the edge. That sphere inside of me explodes outwards, and pleasure rushes to my every extremity, making me scream out as my head spins. I clench hard and pull at his fur and cum like I’ve never cum before. As my climax rushes onwards, I hear his growling raise to almost a roar, and his serpent inside of me flexes strongly. His thrusts are so hard that I shake with each one, as I keep cumming. He thrusts into me and I feel him pulsating and throbbing in me. As drives the point of his lance into my soft body again, his seed rushes forth from him into my pulsating pussy.
Thick heat spreads into my body, and I moan loudly before crying, “Oh, by the gods, yes! In me, oh, yes.”
He drives himself home again and shouts as he pumps a triumphant gout of cum into my shaking body, filling me up. My muscles are clenched so tightly around him that I can’t move, and I hold tightly onto him as he erupts again, his hot fluids filling me. I feel like I must be swelling like a balloon as he continues with lightning-fast short thrusts, ejaculating still.
My body milks him and drinks his cum as he keeps pulsating and pushing it into me. Again he pulses and fires a wave into me, and I feel it pressing against the tight seal I make around him. He cums almost as much as a minotaur! Or maybe he’s just been waiting a long, long time.
He pumps a couple of more times, and more of his seed floods into me, until at last he is still. He settles atop me, still inside of me. His breathing is ragged like mine, and we hold each other and try to catch our breath.
He’s still rock-hard inside of me, and my belly feels swollen with semen. At last I feel it start to dribble out of me around his shaft, dripping down my ass and pooling on the ground. The cum in me is still warm, almost hot. I’ve never had so much cum go into me at once, nor had it so hot. It feels good in me, and I lay back, my head in the long grass.
I see a familiar pair of feet appear beside me, and Lynette lies down beside me. The creature rolls off of me, his shaft at last coming free. Liquids suddenly pour out of me like wine from a bottle, and he lies on my other side.
Lynette lays her naked form on my right side, and I wrap my arm around her neck and she cuddles in. The furry beast sprawls an arm across my stomach and lies against my left side. I think I’m home, I catch myself thinking, as we bask in the warm light.
Body against body we lay there as the sun slowly crosses the sky. At last I stretch and look over at my clothes, the same stuff I’ve had since I got here. “I think I need some new clothes.”
Lynette lazily opens her lids. “There’s a town not far from here, but we would probably need money to buy anything.”
“Well, we could always just… take some things from them…”
A sly grin crosses her face. “Why, Amariel, that’s positively naughty.” Her grin grows slightly suggestive, and I feel my body heat slightly. We’ll go tomorrow. Or the next day.

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Just a little fantasy I like to indulge in every now anf again. Its fiction, but I wish it was a true story

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Walking In chapter 2

As I was washing my face I heard a knock on the door and Dan’s voice answering what sounded like the arrival of our room service.
I wrapped the towel around my waist and went to eat. Dan and Karla were still in their swim suits as we at dinner watching a movie on HBO. I tried my best to not look at them too much less I start undressing them with my eyes. I had never done anything with a guy before, but for some reason I couldn’t get the image of Dan plowing his cock into Karla’s cunt out of my head.
We were all pretty tired from the swimming (and the fucking) so after we watched some random TV we all dressed for bed.
“Hey guys, up for a little smoke?” Dan asked, pulling a bag of weed out of his luggage.
“Ooh, yes! We can use the balcony!” Karla said, sitting up on the bed, instantly intrigued.
“Uhh, I don’t know guys”. I hesitated, thinking about the impact the smoke would have on my lungs. “I have a meet next week and I-“
“Meet, shmeet.” Dan interrupted as he opened the bag and began packing a bowl. “This will be good for us. Applying to college is a very stressful time in a young adult’s life.” The fake tone of severity in his voice was not lost upon me. “This is precisely what the doctor ordered.”
“Yeah Alex. What the doctor ordered.” Karla added.
“Fine. But we have to be quiet, there might be people outside on other balconies.”
With that we turned off the lights in the room and slipped outside. Dan packs a mean bowl so we were able to keep a cherry going for a good 3 rounds.
“Shit Dan, what is this stuff? Purple Haze?” I asked after my fourth hit, already feeling like I was on Cloud 9. But all Dan could do was smile and nod in response. After we cashed the bowl we went back inside, Dan and I stripped down to our boxers, Karla to her panties and t-shirt and we all went to our respective beds.
I was drifting away in my own wonderful world totally ignorant of what was happening in the bed next to me until I heard a loud, “No!” I was jolted out of my happy place to hear some muffled argument coming from Dan and Karla. Then I heard someone get up and tip toe over to my bed.
“Alex? Alex, are you awake?” It was Dan.
“Yeah,” I replied.
“Dude, she kicked me out of the bed. I don’t want to sleep on the floor, can we share?”
Even if I hadn’t been high as a kite I probably would have said yes. Dan and I used to share a bed all the time when we were younger and had sleepovers. I scooted over and felt Dan slip in under the covers of the queen-sized bed. I felt his leg brush against mine and I was suddenly aware of the raging boner I had. Weed always makes me horny and having Dan in bed with my sure wasn’t going to help matters. I tried to drift back to that blissful place right between sleep and consciousness but I felt Dan roll over onto his side facing me.
“Alex?”
“Yeah?”
“You high?”
I laughed lightly, “Yeah man. Totally.”
“Sweet.”
Silence.
“Dude, how fucked up is that that she kicked my out of the bed?” Dan whispered.
I laughed again. “What did you do?
“I just wanted some head.” At this both Dan and I tried to restrain our laughter but it forced its way out of both of us.
“And she said no?” I asked
“Psh, yeah. She said we’d had enough for today.” I don’t know if Dan was aware he was telling me he and Karla had fucked earlier, but I let it slide.
“Dude, that sucks.” I said, slowly sensing that Dan was steering the conversation in some unknown direction.
“I know.”
Silence.
“It’s fucked up because smoking always makes me so fucking horny.”
“Yeah I know, same here.” I said, totally uninhibited by the THC flowing through my system.
Once again, silence.
“Alex I’m sorry I gotta jack off, this boner is killing me.” Dan whispered as I felt him moving around on the bed. I turned towards him and could make out the faint outline of him pulling his boxers off, leaving his firm, muscular silhouette totally bare only a few inches from me. I momentarily was unsure of what to do, but I quickly threw caution to the wind and followed suit, pulling my boxers off and kicking them down to the end of the bed. Dan and my movements had thrown the blankets own to our knees exposing us to each other, the only thing between us was the darkness. In a matter of seconds I heard Dan reach down to his bag on the floor by his side and next heard him open what could only have been a bottle of lube because the next thing I know he taps me with it and said, “help yourself.” I took the bottle and squeezed a nice sized dollop into my hand and tossed the bottle between Dan and my legs. I spread the lube over my rock hard dick and instantly felt a warming sensation engulf my meat. Dan must use that warming stuff I thought to myself. Nice.
I started to rub my hand up and down my shaft, creating an incredibly hot sound effect which was mirrored by Dan’s similar actions.
I had coated my entire dick in lube and was thoroughly enjoying the experience when I felt Dan’s leg brush against mine. I thought it was just a random motion at first but then he did it again, this time followed by a quite moan. At any other time I would have hesitated in my next step, but in the heat of the moment I didn’t think twice about rubbing my leg back up against Dan’s tight, sexy thigh.
“Yeah man…” Dan muttered. I could still hear the slurping sounds coming from the interactions of Dan’s hand and his dick.
If all this wasn’t enough, I next felt Dan’s hand start to lightly rub my chest and abs, the warming lube creating an indescribable feeling of bliss throughout my entire body.
“Yeah Dan,” I whispered, utterly captured by the moment. I was no longer making conscious decisions, I was being guided by my lust. I reached over with my free hand and started to rub Dan’s rock hard abs. I moved up and found his pecs, firm mounds of muscle accented by his erect nipples. I took my hand back and rubbed it up and down my cock picking up some lube and precum and reapplied myself to Dan’s chest, spreading my special blend over as much of his smooth chest as I could.
“Fuck Alex,” was all Dan said. He then moved his hand down from my chest to my cock and, from the base up, slipped his hand around my tool and began jacking me off, brushing my own hand away like it was nothing. It was beyond sensation, the pleasure of having another guys hand on my cock. The weed, the lube, Dan…all of it combined to bring me right to the edge.
“Shit Dan…fuck I’m going to cum!” I hissed as I continued thrusting my hand up and down his 8 inches of hot meat.
“Oh Christ…me too Alex.”
And there we were, two guys jerking each other off in bed, stoned off our asses, on the verge of blowing the biggest loads we had every blown. Somehow we managed to remain relatively quiet as we shot our cum. My hips thrust up to meet Dan’s still jacking hand as I blasted a good 5 or 6 shots all over my body as well as Dan’s arm, the first of which nicked my chin.
We sat there, catching our breath, covered in our own cum.
“Holy shit,” I whispered. “I love doing that stoned.”
“Man, I’m still fucking hard,” Dan said. I too was still as hard as I was five minutes earlier, and still horny.
“Dude…you wanna try something?” Dan asked.
I turned my head towards him and gave him a skeptical look, which he probably missed seeing as how it was so dark. “What do you mean?”
“Yes or no. Do you want to try something?” Still being extremely stoned, I found the idea of a potential game or new experience highly exciting. “Alright, fine. Yes, I do want to try something.” I replied.
“Close your eyes then and don’t open them and don’t move,” Dan instructed and I obeyed. I felt him moving around at the end of the bed, his weight shifting around sporadically. Then I felt his hands on my thighs, sliding up towards my torso until they reached my crotch and in one fluid movement Dan’s hands grabbed my cock and all of a sudden my cock was plunged into a hot, wet, slippery embrace.
“Ahhh!” I moaned before I could stop myself. Dan was sucking my cock. I instinctively thrust my hips up, pushing my dick into Dan’s warm, slick mouth.
“Fuck, Dan,” I groaned as I humped his lips. The weed was making every sensation magnified 10 fold and I felt like I was floating in a sea of elation. Dan took all seven inches of my meat with no issue, bobbing his head up and down like a pro. His tongue roamed the underside of my shaft,, from the base all the way up to the sensitive tip. He went down all the way and deep throated my cock, contracting his throat muscles, sending shivers of pure pleasure through my body. Dan then pulled all the way up, stopping at the swollen head of my member which he sucked on much like Karla had done to him earlier.
“Good?” He asked after letting my cock plop out of his mouth to rebound on my stomach.
“Holy shit…awesome…just…wow…” was all I could say. “Why’d you stop?”
“You wanna try something else?” Dan asked.
“If it’s half as good as your last idea, hells yes,” I answered. With that I felt Dan moving around again on the bed, catching glimpses of his toned physique in the strands of moonlight coming in from the curtains. Dan positioned himself with his head by my cock and lower body over my head. It took me a second to realize we were in the 69 position but I instantly realized what Dan’s new idea was…and I was totally game. I reached up and started to caress Dan’s body, his unbelievably defined back and chest, his firm ass, strong arms and finally his rock hard cock. Dan was oozing precum from all the excitement of the past few minutes and I coated the rest of his dick with it, lubing it up and stroking it.
“Oh yeah Alex,” Dan sighed right before I felt him resume sucking my dick; I decided I might as well return the favor. I positioned Dan’s meat over my mouth and lifted my head up to meet it. I was instantly struck by how hot it was, like a piece of iron wrapped in velvet. Precum was still leaking from the tip and I lapped it up, spreading it around the head with my tongue. I had about two inches in my mouth when Dan began to push himself deeper into my throat. I’d never had anything even close to this happen before, but the weed helped me relax and I just let it happen. As Dan pushed in, I sucked harder, enjoying the sensation of having my mouth full of a cock and doing the same to Dan.
It didn’t take long for us to start to emulate each other’s movements: I sucked hard, sliding my tongue over as much of Dan’s shaft as I could, and he started doing the same. He bobbed up and down on my dick and I thrust myself farther up on his shaft. I moaned as he again deep throated my cock, keeping it all the way down his throat for what seemed like a blissful eternity. My moaning caused him to moan. Determined to not let him best me, I grabbed his tight ass cheeks with both my hands, took a deep breath through my nose and pulled him down into my mouth. Dan let my cock fall out of his mouth and tried his best to muffle a groan of sheer ecstasy. He quickly returned to sucking my cock, this time with an intensity I had yet to see. He plunged himself down onto my pole and continuously licked every inch of my meat while simultaneously fucking my face with his own eight inch monster.
His cock was like a hose in my mouth, drooling precum which I swallowed as much as I could, but some leaked out of my lips, acting like a lubricant to Dan’s member pumping into my face. At one point I opened my mouth as wide as I could and let Dan just piston himself in and out as deep as he could before I resumed suctioning his tool.
We were both close, both groaning into each other’s cocks. I was still massaging Dan’s ass with my hands as he thrust himself into my mouth and throat, all of a sudden I felt his ass go taught and Dan’s moans increased in volume. His cock swelled and I felt his cum travel down his shaft and into my waiting mouth. The sensation of all this happening in my throat caused me to erupt as well, cumming as if I hadn’t come in days, even though it had only been ten minutes. Dan had stalled thus thrusting when he started cumming, but as he wound down, his hips twitched ever so slightly, ejecting the last remnants of his cum into me. I meanwhile was pushing my hips up into his mouth, wanting to blow my seed as deep into his mouth as possible.
When we were done, Dan rolled over, his semi-limp cock trailing saliva and cum over my face and neck. My own dick slipped out of Dan’s mouth and fell on my thigh, moist and sticky from all the attention. We were both so spent I don’t even remember Dan re-orienting himself in the bed, instead just falling asleep with his head at the end.
Wow, I thought to myself as I drifted off to sleep.

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