Jack’s Place
Sometimes a friendly game of pool can be very revealing
Sometimes a friendly game of pool can be very revealing
2 schoolgirls are tricked into becoming part of a sex event. Realism guranteed!
A Sci-fi themed story through the eyes of John Bartnet
This happened a long time ago and we enjoyed each other a lot after this encounter. Cindy (name changed) is 25 now, she was 12 yo then and although we do not have sex anymore we do have a special relationship.
So to start off with, I wasn’t completely new to the whole scene. I’d just spent my first summer away from home living by myself. I had a long term girlfriend a couple years back, sorta broke my heart and didn’t want much to do with women anymore. So I decided hell with it I’d try the other spice of life. Cock. With a little help from the the internet and a trip to the local drug store I was stocked and had a bit of fun over the summer. Another thing about me, I have never measured my cock and dont’ really care to. It’s big enough for me and for those who ask I just say you’ll just have to see it.
Now on to the story at hand.
I got quite addicted to the site I used during the summer. It was fun just to chat with guys. Check out the hot ones knowing I was a bit to average to get them. I notice this guy had checked out my profile so I go check out his. One thing straight, I’m 6 foot 2 and I have problems with people who are shorter then 5 foot 10. They’re just not tall enough. 5 foot 11, check. Versatile, check. Irish… CHECK. I don’t know anyone that doesn’t love an Irish Accent. So I send a message his way. We chat it up, I find out he’s new here. On a 3 year work visa in North America for his company. We clicked instantly, I knew I liked him. We exchange a few pics, I have no idea how to gauge how big his cock is. I’ve only really known mine and those I experimented with over the summer and they didn’t come near to measuring with mine. He gives me his number and we get a date going.
I head to sleep thinking, this is crazy. I’m going on a date with a man. I was just hoping for a NSA encounter with a decent guy, have a good time but here I am with a date. I have the hardest time ever trying to get to sleep. All I can do is picture his face from his profile picture on the site and the first bad thought crosses my mind. What if he’s nothing what he was like tonight. I fall asleep worrying about the small details, like I’m about to go on my first date ever.
I wake up in the morning with a picture message on my phone, “thanks to you I was able to do this this morning”, he was semi hard and cum all over his stomach. I was so turned on I pulled out my dick and just started jerking off on spot. I stopped just before it was getting good remembering I was going to see him later on that day. Thinking, lets save it just incase he wants it. Give him a big load the first time.
I’m going through my day, going half insane as I do my homework, prep some documents for work. Hop in the shower and head downtown to meet him at the movie theater. Well I didn’t really think this through. I ended up being early, so I hop into the bookstore next door to the theatre and head up to the second floor to my favourite section and as I pass by I see him. I guess I wasn’t the only one that was early. I keep walking though. He didn’t make eye contact with me when I saw him and I didn’t want to take the chance it wasn’t him and look like a massive creep. I go on and send him a text “you sitting in the Starbucks with a magazine?” and I get “I thought I saw you pass by” back. I head back it’s obviously him. I sit down and we start talking. I pick up from where we left off the night before. Random tv shows and video games. We talk about the weather, clothing, differences from where he’s from and where I’m from. As we talk all I can think of is, holy shit he’s hot. We miss our movie and decide to go see the next showing off it. We go to the theatre, 45 minutes early and sit there just talking. It’s empty and my mind is racing. What do I do? He’s not a girl so I don’t think those moves will work on him. I found out later that he wanted to grab my cock through my pants while we were sitting there but had no idea how I’d react to it, I had told him about my experience or lack there-of with men earlier. Two women walk in and sit behind us, there goes any chance of me doing anything. I’m really against PDA in any form weather it be holding hands or making out in public, it’s all the same to me, a punishable offense by the Awkward Police. The movie rolls and we watch it. Through out it I watch him, he’s got the most amazing deep laugh ever and laughs at the most inappropriate times. His smile is huge and contagious. I was just happy to be with him at the movies and this was only the first date. We head out to dinner after the movie and he invites me to his place and off we go.
We get to his room, stand their awkwardly inside his door looking at each other. He moves in to kiss me. I shrug out of my jacket and grab him and kiss him back. Nothing has ever compared since I had a guy to the feeling of being pressed up against a man. It was amazing, we’re slowly waddling further into his room. I noticed he kicked off his shoes as I tripped over one so I ditch mine as we get to his bed. I push him down and climb on top, holding my body above him and continue to make out, slowly make my way to his neck. He shoves me off him sits up and takes off his shirt. Holy fuck is he hot. He’s hairy, hot and blond. I strip off my shirt and he pulls me down onto the bed and gets on top of me and makes his way from my mouth slowly down my neck, starts to play with my nipples. My left one in his hand with my right one being flicked ever so amazingly by his tongue. Why had no girl ever done this to me before. I’m running my hands down his back, exploring his body. He says he’s to big, he’s not perfect. I could find no fault with him. I grab his ass and pull his crotch down onto mine and grind into him. I can feel his hard massive cock against mine. It felt about the same size as mine. I start to push my hands into his pants, resting my hands on his ass cheeks slowly grinding him into me now as we make out. He rolls me onto my side slips an arm under me and pulls me in and just runs his hand up and down my torso. Playing with my rock hard cock through my jeans. He undoes the button and pulls both layers off. I’m left with nothing but my socks. My cock slaps against my belly and is just oozing precum. I let him play with me a bit before I took off his pants. Holy shit. I’ve never had an uncut cock before and this thing is beautiful. I wrap my hand around it and clumsily attempt to jerk him off. It’s just a little bit shorter then mine and feels almost as thick, I could close my hand around his. He laughs and says I have a lot to learn if I’m going to have a second date with him. We just lay there, side by side, kissing each other. Playing with each others cock. Edging to a load. He starts jerking me off harder, I feel like I’m getting cheated here. I can barely pleasure him and here he is making me go out of my mind. I blow my load all over my chest and he starts jerking his own cock. I watch him. Learning eagerly what makes his cock tick. What felt like forever only took about 5 minutes of hard pumping and he finally blows his load all over my chest and he bends down to kiss me while grabbing a shirt from the floor to wipe off with. We just lay there, and he asks me if I want to stay the night. I’ve got nothing happening the next day so I say sure. We start talking, he’s already bringing up our next date. I apparently left a big impression on him. I tell him I can’t for the next few days but I’d be able to on the weekend. He turns off the lights and we lay their in bed with the city lights lighting up the room just enough to see our faces. Kissing every so now and then, slowly drifting off to sleep.
I wake up, it’s still dark and I feel a hand on my cock. He woke up and started jerking me off. I was as hard as a rock and oozing precum again. Without a word I get on top of him and start humping him. Grinding my cock along his. Bending down, kissing him, playing with his nipples like he did earlier, he was grabbing my ass, encouraging me, pushing me down on him harder. My precum lubing up his body made the perfect surface. It was the most spontaneous, erotic moment I had ever had and I was done within minutes of starting. I felt bad I didn’t last longer, he just lay there panting. I had made him cum as well. Our cum was all over our stomachs, we didn’t even bother wiping off. Just rolled over and fell asleep again. I woke up this time and it was light out. I move in and kiss him and he doesn’t kiss back, so I start rubbing his body and go for another kiss. This time his mouth opens and I slip my tongue in. We just lay there cuddling, not talking. Till his stomach grumbles. I tell him we’re going to go for breakfast my treat. It was one of the most amazing first dates I’d been on. Sure we hadn’t fucked but it was just as good.
So ends my first date with the most amazing man of my life.
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I’m going to start a web site of girls licking their own nipples.
The World I knew
The world was changing for me, and I was oblivious to recognize it. I had just turned 15 and I started to become a shell of my former self. My grades began to drop from high 90s to high 80s, I slimmed down and grew to 5’9 and began to prosper in sports. Girls stopped putting me in the friend zone and I began putting them in the friend zone. However no girl yet had really appealed to me, the one who did moved away to another school district. However, she returned at the end of the year. We told each other we’d hang out but it didn’t seem possible. However we did she began a jumpstart in my life that propelled me through this story I’m sharing with you.
It all began though one night walking her around. Her name was Shayla Michaels she was a 4’11 brunette with C-cup tits and a slim and firm ass. We had had times where we liked each other but we never really dated but we remained good friends, until when she moved away and she began to smoke weed then we began to distance ourselves. Well that day I was woken up by a phone call, she wanted me to walk her around until her boyfriend could pick her up at midnight to take her to a party. Well I agreed and at 6:00 I meet her down at the park, we talked for a little bit talking of what had happened with our lives and then we talked about sex. Well I guess she hadn’t been completely satisfied with what she gotten and then I had felt her hand graze my thigh. I didn’t think about it at first but then it began to bug me, was she making a move? I ignored it and at 8 with the rain falling from the sky we ditched the park and walked to the next town 3 miles over to a friend’s house, who would let us stay there for the night. The Indiana rain cooled the air so much that the spare blanket I had was quickly wrapped over Shayla protecting her from becoming sick but this left me soaked and cold.
Well we eventually reached the next small town and jumped into my friend Lars’ house. His mom didn’t really care that we came in at 10:10, she was a crazy old women who just failed to give a shit about the world. I walked her up to Lars’ bed room where she changed from her wet clothes into her spares, revealing to me her tight and short figure. My dick rose to attention as her panties slightly slipped giving me a sight of her beautiful ass cheeks but was quickly covered by her new pair of jeans. I changed into a pair of Lars’ pajamas and walked into the game room Lars’ had set up by his room. She followed and laid down on the couch as we all decided to play some video games to pass the time. About 10:45 Shayla got up and exclaimed she had to call her boyfriend. I followed her outside while she called him; I stood there on my heels as she went back and forth arguing with her boyfriend. She looked pissed but she finally finished and looked at me and spoke.
“What’s up?”
“So how bout some thanks?” I asked
“What were you thinking of for “thanks”?” she asked
“Letting me have your body until your boyfriend comes?” I said jokingly and quite shyly
She stood there quietly, I was waiting to be slapped hard but she just stood there staring at me. She had a puzzled look on her face, one that didn’t reveal any hints or clues.
“hmmmm…. sure why not?”
I was astonished that she had actually agreed to give me her body
“So what do you want me to do?” she asked
I didn’t know what was going on, my dick was throbbing, begging for release but my mind told me to wake up from this dream. I stood there still as a rock but my dick’s mind beat down the thinking and the words came out of my mouth
“Come upstairs and give me a blowjob.”
My brain still struggled to comprehend what was going on as she grabbed me by the wrist and guided me up the stairs. I opened the door and wrapped my arms around her waist and began to unbutton her pants.
“What happened to just a blowjob?” she giggled giving me a quick glance before looking down back at her pants that now slid to her ankles.
“Your body is mine remember and I say why not be naked while giving me head?” I smiled, now becoming comfortable with the situation.
She giggled again as I began to remove her shirt, her tight figure strained against her underwear. It begged to be released, her bra pushed her boobs so high that they would fall out with a single flick and her vagina soaked through her pink panties telling her to get pleasure and soon. Well I was happy to oblige. I grabbed ahold of her bra and ripped it off her body and then her panties. I sat down on the bed staring at the girl I could only dream of having sex with was standing in front of me bare naked playing with her assets. There was the thought again was this only a dream? I didn’t care if it was I would enjoy every single minute of it, savoring the feeling of her body on mine.
She seductively walked towards me as I opened my legs for easy access. She however took me by surprise again as she sat on my lap and kissed me. Her bare ass seemed to enjoy my dick as it shook every time I would graze it across her lips. She pulled at my clothes to reveal a hairless chest; she stopped kissing me and stared into my eyes. She didn’t say anything as she then began to kiss me on the chest slowly working her way down to where the waistband of my pajamas was. She slowly removed my pajamas and underwear with her eyes closed and when she opened them her jaw dropped.
I wasn’t the largest but her reaction was good enough to tell me that I had something bigger than what she had seen before. My 9” dick stood at attention staring at her directly in the face, begging her for sweet release. Well it got its wish as she grasped ahold of my base and slowly began to jerk me, and then she followed with her head which stopped an inch or so in front of my head letting hot air blow on it. I could hardly take it, my mind raced, my dick throbbed and my body was limp. That was until I watched her head swallow my cock almost all the way down; this caused my body to shiver sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. It was the best thing I had ever felt in my life, her tongue danced around my base as her mouth, sealed around my dick, moved up and down. It was cloud nine! That was until she stopped.
“Your turn big boy.” She said with a wink
I was disappointed that I wouldn’t cum in her mouth but I was willing to eat her out for a while. She bent over doggy-style on the bed, inviting me in to her most sacred parts. I grabbed ahold of her butt cheeks and dove in with my tongue. I began to write a story with my tongue, letting her buck left and right as I crafted a masterpiece with my tongue. I had not even been working for 5 minutes before she bucked and came all over my face. I smiled and stood up with my dick perfectly positioned at her entrance. She gave me a nod and I slowly pushed through her resistance. She barely had been broken in if at all, which might have explained the lack of enjoyment from her other fucks. I began to pick up my pace and watched her body melt around my hands which grasped her sides tightly. She began to lose control of her muscles and began to slide down the bed, I picked her up and laid her down on the bed missionary position and adjusted myself to continue pumping her full of my dick. I watched her body thrust up and down in sync with my pelvic thrusts, I only watched and enjoyed the glorious feeling she and I had as our bodies shook with multiple orgasms. I blasted my seed deep inside her womb and watched it seem from the seams of her lips.
I rolled over collapsing on Lars’ bed, spent from our session and apparently Shayla did the same as she rolled into my arms and fell asleep together. I awoke to Shayla quickly putting her clothes on.
“My boyfriend will be here in 7 minutes, I gotta look like I didn’t just get fucked!”
“Was it that bad?” I asked wondering if she didn’t enjoy it as much as I had thought
“Are you kidding me that was the best I’ve ever had! If I were you I’d make sure your phone is always on in case I wanna make a booty call!” she said with a wink
I only laughed “Okay, well since you promised me your body until your boyfriend came I believe you owe me a blowjob.”
“No I’ll get horny again, and I’m not sure the pill will stop all that cum.”
“Come here and give me quick suck.”
She chuckled and sighed before she came over, laid down on the bed with her butt facing me and took my dick back into her mouth. Her tight white shirt gripped her body and her jeans hugged her ass beautifully. I began to rub her butt cheeks, they felt so soft in my hands and it caused her to moan on my dick. It sent my pleasure meter over the top on my sensitive dick and I released down her throat, she swallowed smoothly and popped back to her feet.
“Great my boyfriend is here and I’m all horny. He probably won’t be able to satisfy me anymore.” She said as she walked out the door.
Well months went by, then school started up again, Shayla stuck with her boyfriend and started giving me tips on how to seduce my own girls instead of just her. She would still occasionally call for me to come over and fuck her brains out because the sorry bastard of a boyfriend couldn’t satisfy her. Well I began to talk to more and more girls but sex came rarely until I talked to Sky. Sky Tones was about 5’2 brunette with B-cup breasts and a tight ass that drove most guys wild. It was now my Sophomore year at the age of 16 and we were starting to get into it talking about fucking constantly but never being able to meet and do it.
Well again Shayla surprised me, this time at school. I was walking down the hallway when I was pulled into the faculty women’s bathroom. The room was practically sound proof inside and out and was well sized for most bathrooms in the school, but the main attraction was these two brunette girls standing in front of me, Shayla and Sky.
“So I figured we’d surprise you, Sky has been telling me of what’s been going on between you two and personally, I could use a good fuck too” Shayla said as she locked the door behind me making sure to squeeze my boner through my jeans.
They both dropped to their knees and began to take of their tops. Shayla’s boobs sagged a little but Sky’s seemed nice and firm but I couldn’t focus long as they unzipped my pants and fished for my dick.
“Close your eyes!” Shayla whispered to Sky
Sky closed her eyes and Shayla pulled my dick out all the way and began sucking. Her mouth was a magic land, so warm and so energetic as well as her tongue that danced along my shaft. However this time she was able to engulf my whole dick before coming off and holding my dick in her hand. She preceded to push my dick to the side of Sky’s face and looked up at me with a smile.
“Open them!” Shayla said as she let my dick go
WHACK!
Right across the face laid a huge red mark in the shape of my penis, Sky seemed almost turned on by that as she grabbed my dick and repeated Shayla’s action.
WHACK!
Another mark, now the girls flung my dick back and forth smacking each other in the face, true it did hurt a little but I was too turned on to care.
“Whoever says uncle is last!” Sky said before giving a devious smile.
After smack after smack Shayla finally gave in which allowed Sky to pounce my dick and put it in her mouth. Her tongue slapped my dick and would then roll around sending waves of pleasure through my body. Then I felt a tongue begin to work my balls, playing with them and savoring the flavor. With that I pulled out and came over both of their faces. Sky then proceeded to stand up strip off all of her clothes and braced herself against the wall.
I couldn’t resist, I walked up grabbed her sides and preceded to fuck her as hard as I could. Sky wasn’t a virgin either but she was still a tight fit. Her muscles massaged my dick as I pumped fiercely, making each pump its own piece of bliss. She screamed out my name as I pounded her harder and harder making sure she could not walk for the next couple of days. She then came and collapsed to the floor, without being finished off I whacked off on her body letting thick streams of cum decorate her silky skin, painting it whiter than ever before.
Shayla took the opportunity to begin to suck me, instantly getting me hard. She followed her friend and bent over awaiting my dick. I clasped on to her and began to pump her, the vagina was still perfectly fit to my dick size allowing me to pump fast and still give her massive amounts of pleasure. I watched her squirm as she yelled out my name and collapsed on top of her friend, I repeated my actions and painted Shayla’s skin as well.
I watched the panting babes slip into a deep slumber, laid on top of each other covered in my cum. I put on my clothes and stole their panties as a prize and walked out, locking the door behind me. I walked to my next class smelling of sweat and sex, but it was worth it.
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As soon as the school bell screamed the end of the day had arrived, the small unassuming girl ran all the way home. There was only a few older eyes who noticed the slim waif with the cute pretty face and baby doll blue eyes.
Robin had only had her laptop PC for 4 weeks, it was the best thing ever. She Quickly did her chores for her wheelchair bound grandmother, then straight upstairs to her bedroom, flick on the pc, throw her school uniform off and settle down for the night in front of her gateway to an exciting new world.
Robin had received the laptop for her eleventh birthday. As to where it had come from, her and her grandmother didn’t know. It had been delivered by a courier the morning of her birthday. At first her grandmother refused to allow Robin to have it, but after a week her aged grandmother had given way to the constant nagging Robin had given her.
The young girl discovered so many cool sites from online games to wildlife websites. But tonight she was going to join a web community and make some new friends. She had heard other girls at school incessantly talk about who said what, to who and boast about how many friends they had online. As robin didn’t get on with the other girls, she was looking forward to find some friends of her own.
Young Robin clicked on the shortcut on her desktop which was already on the PC, it took her to a website ‘for young ladies who were looking for special friends’. Little 4.5 foot Robin decided it was perfect.
She created her profile and then putting her best dress on she took a picture of herself using her webcam. Robin was so pleased with herself. The young girl looked at the screen for ten minutes, nothing happened. She was unsure what to do next, so she left her PC and disappeared for her evening meal.
When she returned she picked up her towel and took herself to the shower.
In the hot steamy water she washed her naked petite body with soapy hands.
The young girls slim glistening body resembled that of an athlete, a tiny narrow waist, slim legs, all perfectly formed. In a few years she would be well sort out by the opposite sex, if they could look beyond her family as she had been the main target for verbal jest for years, just because she was been brought up by her invalided grandmother.
Robin caressed her small young budding breasts, she loved to feel her tiny nipples become erect and hard in her fingers, giving her the most sweet sizzling feeling all over her body, but she already new where she could get the much nicer sensations. She quickly washed herself off and left the shower room for her bedroom.
Her body seemed to be telling her it wanted the special touching that she had discovered by accident 3 months ago. She didn’t bother drying herself off. She laid her towel on her bed and laid down opened her legs quickly and gently stroked her small pink hairless slit. Stoking downwards with one finger from each hand on either side of her lips, young Robins body quivered with pleasure. She put a two fingers from one hand either side then spread her lips apart, then with her other hand she stroked up and down gently, her body visibly shook. Unconsciously her knees lifted spreading her young pussy wider.
The young girl hadn’t noticed the red light on her webcam PC was on, the naive girl had been streaming a live feed.
Robin slid her finger round the top of her pussy lips, as this was giving her the best sensations. As the entrance to her pussy started to become wet, Robin slid a finger in slightly, her mouth opened and her eyes closed in ecstasy. Her young breasts fell and rose rapidly, she could feel her body start to tremble, her special moment was going to happen. She flicked one finger in and out fast and rubbed the top of her pussy at speed, her pelvis rose up to meet her finger, all the muscles in her body became tense. As the young girl climaxed her heart missed a beat and the air caught in her lungs, she let out a strangled scream. Her body lifted in to the air wanting more finger inside her, then she crashed into the bed unconscious. Copious amounts of fluid trickling from her young virginal pussy between her spread legs. Visible to the many on line eagerly watching, with there own fluids spilling from their hungry cocks.
When the young girl opened her tired eyes, her body was rosy warm and relaxed. It had been the best special time she had ever had. She lifted her exhausted body up and looked straight at the PC screen. She had received 115 messages. Excitedly she jumped forward and read the messages. They were all from people wanting to be her private friends. Robin was overjoyed. But she remembered the girls at school boasted at how they had 300 friends. Robin wanted desperately to beat them.
The next day on her way home from school as Robin was about to enter her house her name was called from across the road. Old Mr Price who lived in the farm house across the road was looking over his side gate. She walked over to him.
“Hello Robin, how do you like your new PC I sent you?”
“It was from you Mr Price?”
“Yes but you mustn’t tell your Grandmother, it wouldn’t be good people knowing an old fella like me was sending expensive gifts to young ladies.”
“Oh I see, I can understand that.”
“I noticed you had joined my community last night, you got quite the following now.”
“Its your site, how do you do that? I mean can I have my own?”
“well your grandmother is still away at her day clinic so you can pop round now if you like and I will create one for you.”
“oh yes please, thank you,” Robin smiled her biggest smile.
The timid young girl followed the old man into his farm house, she entered excited as she had never been inside, even though Mr Price was an old friend of her grandmothers. He had been visiting her house since she could remember.
When he climbed the stairs she wasn’t concerned, she followed on, looking around taking in the surroundings. They entered a large room at the front of the house, looking through the window Robin noticed her house.
“ooh look, I can see my bedroom from ere.”
“yes darling, here take a look through these binoculars,” he handed her the largest pair she had ever seen.
“Oh wow! I can see everything, there’s my teddies, there’s my PC, I can even see my pretty teddy bear picnic bed cover.”
“oh yes, there’s a good view from ere, I been watching you grow up for a few years now, but last night was the best baby.”
Robin froze, a look of worry crept over her face.
“When you came back from your shower you laid on your bed and gave the most beautiful display I have ever seen in my life, I think a lot of other men think so as well as your friend requests have risen to 125 now. Your quite the little website star. I thought you would be, that’s why I sent you the PC. After seeing you through my window 2 months ago, naked in here touching yourself. I new you would be a great requisition to my site and I was right.”
Robin stood opened mouthed, face bright crimson. What she had just learnt was shooting round her brain like lightening. She had images of herself from last night and in all of them she was being watched. She closed her eyes in humiliation, she suddenly realised her panties had become extremely wet, opening her eyes she looked down at her school shirt, her tiny nipples were standing visibly rigid through the cotton cloth.
All the time they were in the room he had been tapping away on a keyboard.
“There we go you have your own website now, I will control it myself, so you don’t have to worry about a thing. I have sent the web address to certain fans of yours, they would be so miserable I they never saw you again.”
Robin looked at the screen, there was 118 men online.
The young girl swallowed hard, she was totally blown away. She just wanted to make some friends, but it was even better than that. Now she had fans.
“We had better make some new photos for your site, young lady, if you would follow me.”
They left that room and entered another, there was a large camera in front of a large green screen. In the corner there was a long rack full of strange clothes, Robin went through them, there was items from a very tiny school uniform to sets of various bikini’s, black shiny smooth outfits with chains and buckles, even some baby outfits.
“All those outfits are for you Robin, in your sizes.”
Robin looked at the old man shocked, she had never seen so many clothes before and these were all hers.
“Your fans will be wanting to see you in all sorts of ways. We cant disappoint them can we baby?”
Robin stared at all her new stuff, she shook her head. “no, I want them to like me.”
“Good girl, ok, would you like to put the new school uniform on first please.”
The young girl picked it out then started to remove her real uniform. Whether it was from her excitement or the fact she new him for so long, Robin wasn’t shy about being naked in front of him.
The uniform simply consisted of a very short skirt showing all her legs right up to her small white panties, a simple small nearly see through white cotton shirt. To finish there was short white pretty ankle socks and flat shiny girl shoes. Her old family friend instructed her into different poses in front of the green screen.
After 15 minutes Robin was starting to get risqué all by herself by lifting her skirt to show her panties to his camera. The old man kept quiet and let the young girl lead. She undid her shirt and let just a glimpse of her small breasts be visible. The old man was delighted, he knew she would be ideal for his site, but wouldn’t have guessed she would be a natural at this young age. He could see the cheeks on her face were becoming rosy, she was becoming turned on.
Soon she had removed her shirt and stood with her hands behind her back her face tilted down slightly looking up with her eyes, blatantly displaying her young breasts, her little nipples were poking rudely at the camera. Just as the old mans cock was pointing rudely through his trousers at the young girl.
“I would say your really enjoying yourself Robin.” she nodded gently, shy at admitting it to him.
“It makes you a very special girl.”
She smiled back.
He told her to get on all fours facing away from him then she turned her head back to the camera. The sight of her young bum showing under her short skirt made his cock jump in his trousers. He took various images this way.
“Ok Robin do what you feel is right, for the camera.”
She turned round got on her knees, spread them and pulled her skirt up revealing a damp gusseted pair of panties. He zoomed the focus in to get some close ups. Next she undid the skirt and displayed her self in just wet panties in various poses.
“Ok well done Baby, you are excellent. Now we are going to do some thing extra special. But first you have to say if you really really trust me.”
“Of course I do Mr Price, you have been my friend for years.”
“Good, thank you. Maybe your first friend?”
“Err, yes you were, yes,” she realised with a smile.
He put the camera down and flicked on a video camera pointing it at the young girl who was still on her knees. He walked over and stood in front of her.
“Ok listen carefully. Undo my trousers and take out my cock.”
Young Robin froze for a split second then reached up and pull out his manhood. She had never seen one for real before, she stared wide eyed. It was a lot bigger than she had ever thought.
“well done now open your mouth and place it just inside.”
“You not going to wee are you?”
“I might, I might not. Is that a problem?” he asked intrigued.
“Err, no, if that’s what you want.”
“You would let me as I’m your friend?”
As she nodded she opened her mouth and laid the cock inside, on top of her tongue.
He didn’t move waiting to see what would happen. 5 long minutes later she closed her mouth around the cock and started to suck. The old man smiled at the young girl.
She sucked on the cock like a ice lolly for 10 minutes, occasionally closing her eyes. Robin’s clit had stirred when the cock lay on her tongue, it felt like it was becoming erect like her already hard nipples. She could feel her panties were sopping wet. The young school girl didn’t know why she started to suck, it was an overwhelming urge. It felt natural.
Just like the one she was getting now to move her head forward and have more deep inside her mouth.
The old man gasped when she took more into her mouth. He looked at the young pretty face that was trying to get as much of him as she could into her mouth. Her eyes were closed, he was sure there was a look of ecstasy on her cute face.
When she had the cock at the back of her mouth she was slightly disappointed that she couldn’t get anymore, her throat wasn’t use to it. She tried desperately to get her rebellious throat to relax. She kept trying determined. She was so pleased with herself when her throat surrendered and the big cock squeezed it self down passed her muscle into her throat. As her nosed touched her old friends stomach her pussy convulsed flooding her panties.
The young girl pulled her face away from him letting the cock slide to the front of her mouth, then she pushed forward again, the cock slid down deep in side her neck. She pushed her face into his belly. Again she pulled away then pushed forward again. This time her pussy convulsed again her body shuddered. She speeded up her forward and backward motions, making her pussy dance in blissful unison with her throating of the wondrous cock. Each time she slammed her pretty face into the fat belly.
A few minutes later the old man’s cock couldn’t withstand the pleasurable punishment the young girl was inflicting. He quickly grabbed her head pulled her away slightly and spent his load into mouth.
When the cum exploded in to Robins mouth it hit the back of her throat, this sent spasms down her body through to the ends of her nipples, across her tummy, a tremor erupted in her clit her pussy opened in a wanting and desperate act of paroxysm, Robins whole body shook in orgasm sending a wave of carnality up her spine, the young girl fell to the floor comatose.
Thirty minutes later Robin woke up in a big bed. She looked around the room it was a beautiful pink. Matching curtains, carpets and furniture.
Getting up she looked through the window, it over looked the rear of the farm. There was sheds and barns of all sizes. Two horses were frolicking in a field, next to the field there was a long kennel, she could hear the dogs barking. She opened the door and made her way down stairs there was no sign of her old friend. She found her way to the back door and went outside. The sun was beaming down, the young girl realised she was naked as the suns rays warmed her soft skin. She felt so alive, after the experience in the studio with her first cock her body glistened in the light.
The young naked nubile girl walked round the sheds she pigs in one goats in another, then she came to the kennels. Not being able to see what type of dogs they were she opened the door and entered. In one kennel there was a big wolfhound in the next two terriers, in the next nothing. But I the next there was the biggest Doberman she had ever seen. She was in awe of the creature. It looked up at her distrusting. As she went forward to the metal cage, it moved over to her and tried to search her smell. She thought it looked so beautiful, finding the door she opened it and stepped in. the animal did not move. She closed the cage door behind her and stepped forward, bending down slightly she whispered calmly to the beast. Suddenly before Robin could dodge, the dog leapt up and knocked her down to the ground. The young girl screamed with sudden fright. She quickly pulled herself up to her knees and found the dog inches away from her walking round her sniffing her hair, her armpits, her bum. Its nose nudged her rear pushing her forward on to her hands and knees. Robin terrified, didn’t move a muscle. As the dog nudged its nose into her pussy to take her scent, Robin squealed. It could smell her heavy aroma of her own juices from earlier.
It took her taste on its tongue, then another. Soon the dog was feasting on her pussy, enjoying her sweet nectar which covered her quim. It didn’t take the beast long to realise there was more inside her hole. Its tongue delved inside her virginal hole.
Robin could feel her nipples harden, as the wet organ lapped at her hymen Robin murmered. Her legs opened wider by themselves, she thought her body was betraying her, but how can this be so wrong when it feels so right.
She pushed back onto the dogs tongue. The fierce teeth dug into her sensitive pussy lips making her squirm and moan in delight. The beast was receiving fresh girl nectar on to his tongue making him double his efforts. Robin panting like a dog climaxed over his face. With this signal the beast pulled away from her and leapt on to her back, the dog saw his new bitch tense her muscles ready and willing for her mounting. Robin screamed when the cock pushed inside her taking her virginity in one thrust.
More to come. Let me know how I’m doing. Ta
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INTRODUCTION: I wrote this story for a BDSM site elsewhere on the web, but decided to post it here, also. I tell you up front it is not for everyone. The beginning describes some of the most disgusting, perverted, and vilest acts imaginable, but it also shows how Jonathan, who suffered through a living hell at the hands of his wife and her lover, receives a big piece of heaven from a most unexpected source.
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I was supposed to sleep, but who could possibly sleep after the beating I had endured? I was sure they had tried to kill me. I didn’t want to sleep; this was the night I had waited for—the night I had prayed for–after more than eighteen months in captivity.
It was still dark—dark as pitch– and very early. I leaned up from the floor to try to see the clock—3:27—perfect, or so I prayed. Rebecca and Mark were drunk after their celebration when they went to sleep last night—maybe passed out would be more accurate. They’d made a huge mistake. Hopefully it would prove fatal—their last in this lifetime. It was the first night in more than eighteen months that I hadn’t been locked to the bed frame or handcuffed behind my back, or in a cell in the basement. I struggled to my feet, the impact of last night’s lengthy whipping driving the pain through my body. It was all I could do to remain silent as I tiptoed out of the room, another big mistake–not locking the door–and down the hallway to what used to be my study. I was absolutely forbidden to enter this room, but what could they do to me? I knew they planned to kill me. What difference could a week or even a day possibly make? I felt my way in, afraid to use the light. I found my way to the shelves and ran my fingers along the top. It was still there, thank God!
The key slid in easily, the locked door opened, and I felt inside for my pistol. A minute later the 9 mm my wife didn’t know about was loaded. I had bought it only two days before my torment began, not mentioning it to my wife who I knew would be opposed. I’d only need four shells in the magazine if everything worked out the way I planned. I racked the slide as slowly and quietly as I could and slid the safety off. I knew my arms had atrophied over the last year and a half from constantly being in an arm binder or handcuffs, but I was sure I’d still be able to aim and pull the trigger.
Back in the bedroom I leaned over the bed, my left arm resting on the headboard, placing the barrel an inch from Mark’s head and pulled the trigger. BLAM!! The explosion reverberated as the smoke and odor of cordite spread throughout the room. His head shook violently as blood and brain spattered against the wall and when Rebecca responded by sitting up suddenly I rammed the pistol into her mouth, cocking the hammer so the least effort would send her on to oblivion. “I HATE YOU! YOU’RE A FUCKING BITCH. I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL. THE ONLY THING WRONG IS THAT YOU’RE NOT GOING TO SUFFER ONE THOUSANDTH OF ONE PERCENT OF WHAT YOU PUT ME THROUGH.” I fired again, BLAM!! She fell back to the pillow, the blood oozing from the hole in her skull. I placed the gun against her forehead and fired again. I repeated with Mark. Free at last, free at last; thank God almighty I was free at last!
Now all I had to do was find one of their cell phones. There were no phones in the house. I couldn’t ever contact the outside world for help in the unlikely event I ever had an opportunity. The doors were locked with built-in combination locks so I couldn’t open them and escape either. The windows were covered with thick bullet proof polycarbonate. The past eighteen months had been a nightmare of pain and anguish, but I was still alive—barely—and it was going to get better. It had to because I knew from experience that it couldn’t possibly get any worse.
I looked in Rebecca’s purse, but no phone. I dug through Mark’s clothes, but no luck there either. I checked under the bed—nothing. I found a locked cabinet in Rebecca’s closet, but repeated efforts with my weak arms got me nowhere. I had to find the key. I thought she’d keep it close and I was right—she had it under the mattress. Her phone and wallet were in the locked compartment along with her jewelry. I figured out how to turn it on and dialed 911. I spoke when the operator answered.
“I want to report a double homicide. My name is Jonathan Keller and I live at 731 Mayfaire. That’s where I am now. Tell the officers who respond that I cannot open the doors or the windows. They have special locks that I can’t open. No…it’s a very long story. I’ll explain to the officers when they come. I had to do it. They were going to kill me and there’s another life at stake, too. Please send some EMT’s. I have some severe injuries. No…there was no fight. I shot them while they were sleeping. I was tortured and whipped last night. I was whipped and tortured every night, but last night was the worst. They tried to kill me, but I got them first.
“Tell the officers that the gun is empty and on the coffee table. I’m sitting on the couch and that’s where I’ll be when they get here. Please remember to tell them that I can’t open the door. I mean them no harm. Yes, I’ll stay on the line….”
I could hear the sirens in the distance growing louder as they approached. Finally, they stopped and I could hear the policemen yell for me to come out with my hands in the air. I spoke to the 911 operator, “Didn’t you tell them that I can’t get the doors open? There’s going to be an incident here and if they kill me an innocent kid will also die. No, I’m not going to kill him. He’s in the dungeon without any food or water. They’ll never find it without my help. Please tell them I’m not a threat to them. They need to break down the door. Please.”
The “stand-off” continued for another fifteen minutes before I figured out what to do. “Operator, can I speak directly to the officers?”
“Hello, is this the man in the house?”
“Yes, sir, it is. I tried to explain that I can’t open the doors. Believe me I would if I could. I’ve been a prisoner here in my own house for the last year and a half. I need help. I was whipped—my back and legs, and chest—for hours last night. I’m losing blood and the pain is terrible. I’m in an extremely weakened condition. Please break down the door and help me.”
“What’s this about some kid?”
“They kidnapped him off the street last night. I was tied up in the van when they jumped him. Rebecca was driving and Mark grabbed the poor kid. You’ll need my help to find him. Please hurry. The gun is unloaded and broken down on the table. I’m on the couch. In the name of God…please.”
I heard some noise outside the door about ten minutes later. I was warned not to try anything and they broke down the door minutes later. I sat calmly on the couch in my housecoat, the only clothing I was permitted, indeed the only clothing I owned. “Thank God you’re finally here. The ones I killed are down the hall on the right at the very end—two shots to the head for each of them, may they rest in hell.”
A detective came and sat next to me. “Want to tell me what this is all about?”
“Sure…it all started almost two years ago. Rebecca was…still is…my wife. She was a surgeon. I was an attorney. She started to get a little kinky, you know—tying me up before sex and stuff like that. I didn’t mind right up until she handcuffed me downstairs and whipped me for more than an hour. I hung from the rafters for hours afterwards and that was when she introduced me to her boyfriend. That’s him in there, too. She gave me a shot to knock me out and when I woke up I looked like this.” Standing up I dropped the housecoat. He gasped—they all did—when they saw my breasts. “Yeah, she operated on me and gave me breasts. These are bigger than the initial ones, but imagine the shock on my face when I saw them.
“I was handcuffed into the bed, not that I could have done much after the surgery. I lay there helplessly while she locked this cock cage onto my genitals. It’s solid stainless steel and she used super glue on the threads. It hasn’t come off in all that time and then there’s my back.” I turned around so they could see.
“Dear God! What the…?” My back looked like a city road map, covered with scars and cuts and scabs in every direction from the whippings and beatings I had received. My skin tore every time I twisted or moved. I was bleeding badly and the surface of my back was raw. The EMT’s tried to put me on a gurney, but I stopped them.
“The kid—we have to find him.” I led them into the pantry explaining that I had never done this before. Mark was always in front of me and I couldn’t see what he did. I told them I thought the shelves moved or slid back out of the way. We tried everything for more than twenty minutes until one of the officers accidentally tripped the lever. The rear panel of shelves pushed back revealing a hidden walkway. It led us down below the ground. There were all kinds of torture devices there. I ought to know—they were all used on me. I walked past them to the cells—small rooms made of poured reinforced concrete with steel bars over the doorway; the only furniture was a basic bed with a thin mattress and no pillow or blanket. I’d spent many an uncomfortable night naked in one of these. The kid was in the last one, blindfolded, handcuffed, and ears stopped up with beeswax. I told the police that I didn’t know where the keys were or even what they looked like. They’d have to cut the steel to get in. Some firemen came in a half hour later with a heavy-duty saw. The startled young man was released half an hour after that. I was relieved.
I finally allowed myself to be lowered onto a gurney. I cringed when they laid me on my back. They apologized and helped me roll over, not that that was much better. A pillow under my head and chest was a big help. Minutes later I was in the hospital’s emergency room. My vital signs were a mess. My pulse was 42; my blood pressure was 74 over 40. I weighed 97 pounds, less than half my original weight.
“How long did you say you were a prisoner in your home?”
“A year and a half, I think, at least that’s what they told me.”
“I’m surprised you survived. What did they feed you? It obviously wasn’t very much.”
“Actually, they gave me plenty—all the piss I could drink and all the shit I could eat. I’m not kidding. I refused to eat it so they forced a big ring gag into my mouth. They poured their piss into a funnel. I almost drowned a few times. They ground up their shit and forced it down my throat. Somewhere in the house is a big jar of antibiotics they fed me every day so on top of everything else I went for months with diarrhea. You’re right—it’s a miracle I survived.”
They treated and bandaged my back before addressing the wounds to my tits. Now that I was free they were definitely going and as soon as possible. I was sent to a room where the IV was replaced. I was also given protein drinks and Gator Ade to help with my bodily fluids. I lay back to sleep, noticing the police officer standing outside my door. I called to him, “Would you like a chair? There’s no reason why you should be uncomfortable? Please take one of mine. Nobody will come to visit me.” I lay back on the pillow and was asleep seconds later.
Well, I was wrong—I had visitors and plenty of them. The first was an inspector from our local police. He read me my rights and I signed a form that stated he had. He asked if I wanted an attorney. “No, I’ll speak with you. I really have nothing to hide, plus I’m an experienced attorney.” Then he asked me to tell the whole story. “I was once a very happily married man. I thought things couldn’t get any better. I had a great career and a beautiful successful wife who loved me. We had great times together. About two years ago she wanted to do some kinky things as part of our sex life. First, she had me tie her to the bed and make love to her. Then we switched. It was pretty incredible. I had no idea at the time where she was getting these ideas, but I found out one night when she said she wanted to tie me up in the basement, tease me, and fuck my brains out. That’s what she promised me so I went along.
“She surprised me when she handcuffed me to a chain around the steel I-beam in our basement. I told her I didn’t want it any more and she just laughed, ‘Too late for that. You’re my prisoner now and that’s how you’re going to stay.’ I never imagined I would be her prisoner for more than a year and a half. She beat me for the first time that night—my back and chest with a cane. When I screamed she filled my mouth with a leather ball gag. The beating went on for more than an hour and when she was done she told me, and this is a quote, ‘I am so hot now…so ready to fuck. Unfortunately, it won’t be you I’ll be fucking.’ She turned away and opened a door to one of the store rooms. This big guy, even bigger than me, walked out with a huge smile on his face. He kissed Rebecca and she kissed him back. She stripped and fucked him right in front of me. When she was done she walked to me and lifted my head. ‘You know, Jonathan, I really enjoyed hurting you. That’s what Mark and I are going to do. We’re both sadists. I didn’t know that when I married you, but I know it now. We’re going to beat you every night and during the day you can rest and build up your strength right here in our lovely basement while Mark and I enjoy ourselves and your money. But first, I need to leave my mark on you.’ She swabbed my elbow and stuck me with a hypodermic. I fell asleep hanging from my shoulders.
“When I awoke I was still in the basement in a hospital bed, my wrists and ankles secured to the frame. ‘Lookie, lookie,’ she called to me. When I did I saw she had operated on me and given me breasts. They were only C-cups then, but she did it two more times, getting me all the way up to double-D. Don’t ask me why she did it; she never did tell me. I can only assume she wanted to humiliate me. I recall falling asleep again and when I woke up she put the chastity cage on me. I remember what she said to me then, too. ‘You’re going to give me tons of pleasure with your pain and suffering. You, however, will have none. This cannot be cut off without killing you and I’m sealing the threads with super glue. This is never coming off you.’ And then she laughed like a maniac. That was more frightening than anything else she’d done until then. I didn’t realize how sick she was. If I had I probably would have taken my life given the opportunity.
“After a few days my wounds had begun to heal, but I was terribly weak from lack of water and food. I begged for water and they laughed. They said something about recycling their precious water. I tried to refuse, but they’d use the ring gag and tie off the sides to the bed so I couldn’t move. Then they poured urine into my mouth. Later they fed me their shit. If I gagged or threw up they’d cover my mouth with a pink towel and I’d have to swallow my own vomit, too. After a week they forced my hands behind my body and cuffed them together. They pulled me from the bed and tied my cuffed wrists to the I-beam. My wrists were forced up until I thought my shoulders would separate. They beat me again and again with the crop and cane and even with an old belt I had. They left me in that position for days—maybe even weeks—I don’t really know.
That’s how it happened for months and months—the same thing over and over—beatings, feeding me piss and shit and antibiotics, diarrhea and vomiting, but mostly pain. I was beaten every night when they returned from work. I dreaded the weekends when it would last all day and all night. The worse the pain the more Rebecca wanted to fuck. I could never understand her perverse thoughts.
“She often teased me with her body—her breasts, her vagina, and her ass. Then she’d hit my testicles with the crop or her knee, or anything she had handy. She and Mark fucked in front of me on the same bed that I had used. Sometimes they did it four or five times a day, especially when they beat me almost to death.
Then one day I was released and tied again into the bed. She put me to sleep and when I awoke, my breasts were bigger. A week later they used the cane on them. I think they just wanted a bigger target.
“After, I don’t really know how long, but I would say almost a year they brought me upstairs. I used the shower for the first time since this all started. I think I smelled so bad that even they couldn’t stand it. There wasn’t any hot water for me, but I did get to use soap and shave my beard. They chained me to the bed frame forcing me to sleep on the floor and when they woke up in the night I was expected to take their piss and swallow it. Of course, if I missed a drop I’d get beaten, but I was beaten anyway so what did it matter? I’d say I spent almost six months sleeping on the floor. I was naked the entire time and I had no pillow or blanket. Sometimes I was restrained in an impossible position like a hogtie so I could barely walk in the morning. Other times I was so cold I was afraid I’d freeze to death.
“They were really excited the final day. I was bound tightly in rope and handcuffs and gagged before they moved me to the van. There I was tied into place and Rebecca drove away. I was terrified; I was sure they were going to kill me. Instead, they went hunting for my replacement. I think they snatched him from a parking lot. I know that Mark jumped the kid and dragged him into the van where he was handcuffed and gagged first and then blindfolded. I could see that they were ecstatic with the prospect of a new slave to hurt. I weighed 200 pounds when all this started and I knew that I had lost a lot of weight. It was only a matter of time before I was either dead in the basement or killed out in some woods and dumped.
“That night they celebrated and, for some reason, they wanted me to serve them drinks in the bedroom. I guess they thought I was so weak that I wouldn’t be able to resist them. I probably served them at least a dozen drinks each and I made them really strong toward the latter part of the night. Rebecca made me lie on the bed so she could piss in my mouth. Then she pushed me off. I expected her or Mark to secure me to the bed, but he had passed out and I guess Rebecca did, too. The rest you already know.” I excused myself to use the toilet. The medical staff was flushing out my system by feeding me gallons of fresh clean water every day and night. I was pissing almost every hour around the clock.
I was in the hospital for eight days when one of the doctors told me they had some ideas on how to get rid of the chastity cage. “We’ve spoken to the manufacturer. They were reluctant at first, but when the sheriff got involved they agreed to cooperate. We could drill out the two bolts. They’re not very long—less than a half inch each—so we think it could be done in about two hours. We’d have to use a special drill bit and a lot of oil to lubricate the drill. The other way would be to use the ‘jaws of life.’ That’s the tool that firemen use to pry open car doors. They’ll be here in about half an hour. If it works—great; it’ll be faster and easier than the drilling.”
I was half asleep when the firemen walked into my room. They had a ton of equipment including a portable engine, the hydraulic hoses, and the cutter/spreader device officially known as the “jaws of life.” There was about three-eighths of an inch between the retaining ring and the ring of the actual cage. One of the doctors pulled my scrotum aside to make room for the jaws. Normally the jaws are sharp, but these had been covered with adhesive tape to protect me.
They were able to get the jaws in about a half inch which the fireman thought would be plenty. Once the engine was started the nurses opened my window and closed the door to keep the noise to a minimum and vent the fumes. The machine was turned on and immediately the parts of the cage moved apart. Wedges were placed between the two rings to ensure that the parts wouldn’t snap back into place should the jaws slip. Wedges in place, the jaws were moved even farther into the space. The firemen held the machine steady while the doctors carefully moved my balls through the space and out the rear of the restraining ring. Lubricant was poured between my cock and the tube. I was relieved a minute later when it slid off my tortured organ. I wept in the joy I felt as I thanked the firemen and physicians. Once the firemen had gone I asked the doctor about having my artificial breasts surgically removed.
“We know that’s a priority, but we have to wait until you’re in better health. Your wife was crazy to expose you to a surgery in those conditions and your state of health.”
“Let’s face it, doctor, she WAS crazy. Why else would she do those things to me?”
“I wish I had an answer,” he replied, “but I don’t.” He patted my shoulder and left.
The next day a reporter from a local TV station found her way past the nurses to my room. “Mr. Keller, may I have a word? I’m Jessica Fillmore from WXFI News. There’s been a ton of speculation and the police aren’t very forthcoming. May I ask you some questions?”
“You can ask, but I reserve the right not to answer.”
“Just like a lawyer; I see you haven’t lost your touch. How long were you a prisoner?”
“Near as I can tell, it was a little over eighteen months.”
“How was it that you couldn’t escape?”
“During almost all that time I was handcuffed behind my back and chained to a post in the basement or my arms were in an arm binder. Do you know what that is?”
“Yes, I had to look it up online. Wasn’t that painful?”
“Not as painful as being beaten for hours every night with a whip or cane or riding crop, or any of the other things they used.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be insensitive. What other things did they use? It’s hard to imagine anything worse than a whip.”
“Next time you’re in Home Depot buy one of those driveway reflectors, the kind that are mounted on a piece of vinyl covered steel wire. Then imagine being hit with that on every part of your body for a couple of hours, stopping only when they couldn’t swing it any longer. After that you’ll welcome the whip, believe me.”
The interview went on for almost a half hour, covering virtually every topic, including my tits, my diet, and did I really think they would have killed me. It ended when a nurse walked in and threatened to call security.
About a month after my escape I had another visitor I had been expecting for some time—one of my law partners. He was very cordial, but I knew immediately what was on his mind—he didn’t want me to return to work. I had paid more than $200,000 in partner’s equity so I had every right to go back. I might understand if I had broken the law, but I was pretty sure this would come out as justifiable homicide. Eventually, he got to the point. “The firm is concerned about negative publicity. We will accept your letter of resignation effective immediately.” I almost leapt out of the bed to strangle this asshole.
“First of all, a lot of people out there think of me as some kind of hero. That would be good publicity, wouldn’t it? And then there’s the matter of my equity in the firm. After all I’ve been through do you think I can be intimidated by a dickweed like you?”
“I’m reasonably confident some accommodation can be made in regard to your equity—like about fifty percent back.”
“You know something, Albert? You’re an even bigger asshole than I ever imagined. Take your fifty percent and shove it. Come back when you’re authorized to spend more than a million. Otherwise, expect me back in the same office I left as soon as I am ready. Now get your sorry ass out of here.” He was red-faced and furious when he stomped out the door. He almost knocked over the police inspector who was on his way in.
“I think I have some good news for you. Did you know your wife kept a diary? She detailed every single episode in the goriest detail. I wanted to puke when I read some of it. Also we learned that Mark was actually Dr. Mark Stephens, a psychiatrist. We got a warrant to search his office and home. It seems you were an experiment in the beginning, but things got out of hand and there was no way they could let you go. DNA tests prove that they handled all the weapons and we found plenty of your DNA and blood on the business ends. The DA wants you to appear before the grand jury. Any idea when you can do it?”
“Any time would be fine, although I could use some clothes. I don’t have any other than this gown I’m in.”
“Oh, yeah…the guys found this letter in your wife’s desk. It’s addressed to you.”
“Me? But why? It doesn’t make any sense.” I took the letter and read it, “Dear Jonathan, It’s unlikely that you’ll ever read this, but I’m writing it anyway to get some things off my chest. I enjoyed being your wife, but not as much as I enjoyed hurting you and sex with Mark has been much better than it ever was with you. There is nothing like having that power over another person—the power of life and death. I know that I have been cruel to you, incredibly cruel. I’m sorry to tell you that I loved every minute, although there have been times I wished it was somebody else. Unfortunately for you, Mark feels that it had to be you in order for me and us to have the ultimate master/slave experience.
“Soon we will find a replacement for you. We can see that you are breaking down. To be honest I never thought you’d last this long. As a physician I know all the problems associated with ingesting feces. The antibiotics alone should have been enough to kill you long ago. When you go we’ll drive you out into the country and dump your wasted body.
“Incidentally, I reported you missing when we took control of your life. You’ll be legally dead in another six years, but if your body is found I’ll be the grieving widow. Don’t you think I look great in black?
“I look forward to having another body to destroy, but it won’t be the same as destroying you. Maybe we’ll see each other on the other side, but I doubt it. If there really was a God there wouldn’t be people like me or Mark. Rebecca (You notice I didn’t sign it ‘Love’ because I don’t any more. I only love destroying you.)
In spite of everything there was a tear in my eye when I handed him the letter. “You keep it,” I told him. I want nothing to do with her—alive or dead.” He nodded and left.
Testifying before the grand jury was nothing like what I had imagined. As a lawyer I was familiar with the process which is to obtain an indictment against a defendant like me. It has been said that a good district attorney could get an indictment against anyone at any time and for any reason. There is no defense attorney permitted so it’s strictly the DA’s show.
I was asked first of all about the shooting and why. I explained how I had been tortured on a daily basis, how I had been given breasts, and so forth. I was surprised—shocked actually—when the DA asked me to remove my shirt. Several members of the Grand Jury gasped when they saw my breasts. “I’m planning to have them removed as soon as I’m able,” I explained.
“What’s keeping you?”
“My body is a mess from what they forced me to eat and drink—their feces and urine. The doctors also want me to gain some weight so I’ll be stronger. If I had it now there’s a good chance it would kill me.”
“May we please see your back?”
I turned around, expecting a strong reaction and I wasn’t disappointed. Several women actually fainted. The DA thanked me for my testimony and I was taken back to the hospital. I learned a week later that the grand jury declined to indict. I was a free man. I took advantage of my freedom by telephoning my friend Martin Klein.
Marty and I had graduated from the same law school and accepted positions in the same firm. Truthfully, Marty was a much better lawyer than I was at the time, but I was elected as a partner and he wasn’t. He sued and won a discrimination suit based on religious discrimination and it turned out to be the best thing that had ever happened to him. He opened his own practice and had been a successful litigator ever since. We met in my hospital room and I told him what I had in mind. On my behalf he sued my deceased wife for malpractice—surgery without consent three times, unnecessary surgery, etc., etc. etc. I sued Dr. Mark Stephens for malpractice and his estate for compensatory and punitive damages. I also sued my former law firm for discrimination, breach of contract and a bunch of other charges, following the concept that if you throw enough shit against the wall some of it will stick.
It took a while—almost a year– but eventually they all settled: my former law partners for 1.5 million; Rebecca’s insurance company for seven million, Stephens’ insurance firm for five million, and his estate for one million. After all was said and done I had roughly 9.5 million dollars and Marty had almost half that. I could retire if I wished, but I chose to join Marty as a junior partner. I could afford to pick and choose my clients, something few attorneys can do.
My breasts were surgically removed after I had been in the hospital for a month. My body had mostly recovered and I had gained thirty pounds. The hardest part of the recovery had to do with my digestive system. After eating nothing but feces for so long I had trouble adjusting to real food. I was given an exercise regimen along with a high protein diet to help me restore my muscles. I left the hospital after being there for sixty days. Marty picked me up and drove me home. He had taken the initiative to remove all the sheetrock and floors of the bedroom and replace them. All the bedroom furniture was replaced, too. He paid for everything knowing that I would repay the debt once I had returned to work or when my lawsuits had been settled. In spite of all he had done I found I couldn’t stay there. There were too many memories and they were all bad. I put the house up for sale and moved into a small apartment.
I was forty years old and all alone. Many of my former friends shunned me as though I was at fault for what had happened to me. Maybe they weren’t sure what to say to me or how to act in my presence. Surprisingly, I wasn’t resentful—I was relieved. I didn’t want to be reminded of my wife or of my experiences under her foot. I deliberately moved to another part of the city where I was mostly unknown. As I gained weight my appearance changed so few recognized me as the scrawny scarecrow in my hospital photos. I joined a new gym, but I was always careful to keep my shirt on. I had a special shirt to wear in the pool and if I had to change I did it in a stall in the bathroom.
I was there on a Wednesday evening and was about to change when an attractive young woman approached me. “Excuse me; I don’t mean to be rude, but are you…?”
“I don’t know. Who do you think I am?”
“Are you…that torture guy?”
“You’re very perceptive. Few people recognize me now that I’m a bit heavier. It’s what happens when you eat real food.”
“Oh, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to bring back those memories.”
“Don’t worry–those memories will always be with me. Now, if you’ll excuse me I need to change into my swimming shirt. If I do it at the pool…well, it won’t be pleasant.”
“I read about that. Does it still bother you?”
“Only twenty-four hours a day. I have a lotion to put on it, but there are plenty of spots I can’t reach. It generally hurts like hell.”
“I’ll do it for you…if you like.”
“That’s a kind offer, but it’ll probably make you sick. When I testified before the grand jury two women fainted when they saw it. You seem to be a nice woman; I wouldn’t want to upset you.”
“Ha…don’t worry about me. I’m a social worker; I’ve seen plenty of ugliness.”
“I’m sure you have, but it’s not the same. Your people look normal, but they’re fucked up inside. My body is fucked up, period. There’s no hiding it.”
“Well…all the same, I’d like to help you.”
“Tell you what, I need to swim. If you’re still around when I’m done how about joining me for a cup of coffee and a piece of pie at the diner around the corner?”
“Okay…you’re on. I’ll be here on one of the bikes.” I nodded and smiled for the first time in…I realized it would be almost two years. My swim was great. It was part of a physical therapy program for my back and my skin. My muscles needed the exercise and my skin needed to stretch, otherwise the scars would shrink and my mobility will be threatened. I returned to the gym and looked around. I wasn’t sure if I could even recognize the woman. Then I heard a noise behind me. I turned and there she was.
She spoke first, “I’m glad I didn’t scare you away. I tend to be a bit forward at times. I’m almost ready. Do you want to shower?”
“Um…I can’t here. I’ll just change in the men’s room and be back out in ten, okay?”
“Sounds good; wait for me here?” I nodded and rushed to clean up. It’s kind of funny taking a shower while you’re wearing a shirt and bathing suit, so that’s why I showered at home. I toweled myself dry in the men’s room stall, dressed hurriedly, and walked out to find her waiting for me. We walked out and turned to the right; we were in the diner two minutes later. I ordered a cherry pie and coffee; she ordered blueberry and a cup of tea. Then there was silence.
“I’m sorry. My name is Jonathan.”
“I know. I’m the one who should apologize. I should have introduced myself back in the gym. Kerry Johanson.”
“Well, Kerry Johanson, social worker, what do you do when you’re not picking up lonesome torture victims?” She laughed and reached out to touch my hand. The ice was broken. We talked for more than an hour about everything and nothing. Finally, I paid the bill and we left.
“I was serious about the lotion, Jonathan. I’ll do your back. No…don’t turn away. You have to face it someday. Why not tonight? C’mon, I’ll follow you.”
“Don’t you have to go to work tomorrow?”
“Sure, but I get plenty of sleep.” She took my chin in her hand and looked into my eyes. She could see the tears forming as she reached up and kissed my cheek. A minute later I had agreed and we walked to our cars. I drove slowly, but it wasn’t necessary; I only lived a few blocks away. We took the elevator up and I opened the door.
“It’s not too late…you really don’t have to….” She put her fingers to my lips then kissed me gently. She led me into my own apartment.
“Geez, Jonathan, don’t you have any furniture?”
“Yeah, I have a bedroom set and a TV. That’s all I’ve needed.”
“I think you need a couch and maybe a chair…a table, even. How do you eat?”
“I usually go out. I eat at the diner a lot. I plan to go back to work soon, although ‘back’ probably isn’t the right term to use. I’m suing my former law firm and going to work with a friend who has his own practice. I think I’ll need some clothes, too. I haven’t worn any for….” I broke down and cried as the memories came flooding back. She held me close, carefully avoiding putting her hands on my back, for several minutes. I stopped long enough to tell her, “I’m sorry.”
“For what…being human? Believe me, Jonathan you have nothing to be sorry for. You are a survivor. You should be proud of yourself.”
“Is that what they teach you in social worker school?”
“No, Jonathan that’s what I learned in human being school.” I felt so ashamed. I had repaid her kindness with cutting sarcasm. I tried to apologize, but she wouldn’t listen. She sat me on the bed and unbuttoned my shirt. “Where’s the lotion?”
“In the bathroom, on the toilet.” She rose and walked out, returning a minute or so later.
“Okay, go in and take your shower I’ll wait here for you.” I walked back ten minutes later wearing only a pair of gym shorts. I sat on the bed while she read the instructions on the label. “Turn around and roll over; it’s time we both face your demon.” I did and she gasped, “Well, it’s a shock, that’s for sure. Damn, the surface is rough. Is that from the scar tissue?”
“Yeah, I have scars on top of my scars and scars on top of them. I’m thinking about plastic surgery.” She began to rub the lotion in. “That feels good, thanks. Do you feel like throwing up in the bathroom? You must be revolted.”
“No, I don’t and I’m not. What’s this stuff supposed to do?”
“It’s supposed to soften the scars and flatten them.”
“Hmmm, how often have you done this?”
“Tonight’s the first time. My arms don’t work right yet. I can barely reach my back.”
“It says here “Apply morning and evening. How are you going to do it tomorrow morning?”
“I…I don’t know. I guess I’m not.”
“I’m almost done. Stay like this for a while. I’ll be right back. Leave the door unlocked so I can come back in.” She got up and left. I stayed on my stomach for almost a half hour. Her hands had been like magic on my rough broken skin. I was about to get up when I heard the door. Kerry walked in with a pile of clothes. “Don’t get up. At least you have some bedroom furniture. I’ll put my stuff in these drawers.”
“What are you doing?”
“Every man’s dream—I’m spending the night. You need to have this medicine and you have nobody to do it. We’re not having sex. I insist on at least one date before that, but I will hold you and…we’ll see.” She leaned over and kissed the back of my head. I couldn’t help myself. It had been so long since I had felt the affection of a woman and I thought I never would again. I cried like a baby. She rolled me onto my side and held me, caressing my face and head. I wrapped my arms around her and raised my head. We looked into each other’s eyes for almost a minute then, by silent agreement, moved forward for a long searing kiss. It was wonderful—no–it was incredible. Her lips were so plump and soft, her tongue insistent and demanding.
She broke it after a minute. “I need a shower. Are there towels in the bathroom?”
“In the closet; help yourself.” She jumped up and left; I found a T-shirt, put it on and got into bed, turning on the TV while I waited. She returned a few minutes later wearing what appeared to be a long Angry Birds T-shirt. I had to laugh. “You weren’t kidding when you said no sex, were you?”
“I don’t know, this is one of my sexiest outfits.” We both had a good laugh at that. She snuggled up close to me and I handed her the remote.
“If you continue to rub against me like that I’m going to have an extremely embarrassing reaction.” I could already feel my cock harden—so could she.
“How long has it been?”
“Not since before I was taken prisoner.” I paused before continuing, “Just over twenty-one months, I think.”
“That’s terrible. Haven’t you masturbated since you were released from that device?”
“No, I’ve tried, but my arms are still pretty useless and every time I try I remember everything and lose my erection. You should just go home—I’m such a loser.”
“I think I get to decide that on my own,” she said as she got up from the bed. She opened her purse and removed a condom. “I always have to be prepared. You’d be amazed at how many of these things I’ve given away.” She sat by my side and reached into my shorts for my cock. Her touch was amazing—gentle, but demanding. She stroked me to hardness in nothing flat. Pulling my cock out the leg of my shorts, she continued to stroke me, but stopped for a second or two to run the condom down my shaft. “You’re going to cum buckets, I think. It’s late and I don’t think we’ll want to change the whole bed.” Now she kneeled, her legs apart as she stroked me harder and faster. ‘Jonathan, give me your hand.” I did and she placed it on her pussy.
My fingers touched her; she was wet and her labia were swollen. I explored her pussy—outside and in. Her hand was like a vise that ravaged my organ. She stroked furiously until my body became rigid and I exploded over and over into the condom. I had never cum like that and I doubted I ever would again. I lost track of how many times I blew hot slick semen into that condom; it went on and on and on. Only her tight grip prevented it from leaking out onto my abdomen and the bed. She held me as she removed my fingers from between her legs. My fingers were brought to my mouth. I opened obediently and sucked them clean. I had never felt so much at peace. My eyes closed as she removed the condom from my cock. I felt a warm washcloth on my organ, then nothing.
I woke disoriented in the middle of the night, feeling her body against mine. I panicked for a second until she spoke calmly, “Relax Jonathan, it’s only me—Kerry.” She rubbed my cheek and kissed it several times. “Go back to sleep. That’s it. I’ll see you in the morning.” She kissed me again and brought her body into closer proximity to mine.
We woke to the alarm clock in the morning. She showered while I shaved and then I showered. There was no reason for my modesty—she had already seen my ruined back and my cock and balls, too. She led me back to the bedroom where she applied the lotion again. I was lying there enjoying the sensation of her hands on my back when I asked her, “Kerry…why?”
“You mean why am I here, why am I doing your back, why did I jerk you off last night? I’ll tell you. I recognized you the very first night you came to the gym and I’ve seen you quite a few times since then. Jonathan, I have never seen someone who looked so sad or so lonely in my life. Believe me when I tell you that I see sadness and ruined lives every day. But I had never seen anyone in as bad condition as you were. I like to help people and I find that I like you. Good enough?”
“I guess, but what’s going to happen now?”
“What do you want to happen? Want me to come back tonight? Want to take me out to dinner, maybe to a movie or a club after? Want me to stay again tonight? What do you want?”
“All of those things?” She laughed and I joined her. She leaned down to kiss my cheek.
She finished my back and stepped off the bed. “Can I get some privacy to dress? Please?”
“I grinned, “I don’t know. What’s in it for me?”
“A knee in the balls if you don’t get out of here.”
“Ouch! What happened to that sweet helpful woman who was just here?”
“I’m her evil twin. Now, please Jonathan.”
“Of course. I can make some coffee or tea, if you prefer.”
“Coffee will be great. Do you have any milk?”
“Yeah, I actually do have some food and drink here. I just don’t like to cook for only me. That’s why I go out a lot.” I walked out and closed the door behind me. My back felt a lot better…and so did I. I made the coffee and poured the milk into a small pitcher. She was impressed with my culinary skills; I even made toast with jam. “Where would you like to go for dinner?”
“I don’t know. You’re not working so can you afford it?”
“As a matter of fact, I can. Rebecca had a life insurance policy and I guess she forgot to change the beneficiary. Once I was cleared by the police the insurance company had to pay off. I have more than enough. I also expect the malpractice insurance companies to settle pretty quickly. If they don’t we’ll use the media to crucify them. We know that and so do they. We have nothing to lose; they have everything. Imagine what public opinion would be if they were seen to be picking on the torture victim. I could put on my forlorn face and you could testify as to what a loser I am.” She reached out to “punch” my arm.
“Any suggestions as to dinner, then?”
“No, why don’t you pick someplace? I don’t know many restaurants in this part of the city. Could you make the reservation?”
“You ARE taking me to dinner, aren’t you?”
“Yes, of course; I just thought it might be easier this way.”
“Not to worry; I was just teasing you. It’s so good to see that you still have a sense of humor. Seven okay with you?”
“Sure, that sounds great.” She kissed my cheek and off to work she went. I checked in with Marty and agreed to work the following Wednesday. I needed a few suits and other clothes and now I was sure I could get Kerry to help me. I was amazed at what difference a day could make.
She returned to my apartment just after five. I was wearing my best slacks and a golf shirt. She asked about my back; I told her it hadn’t felt this good in ages. She changed her clothes and I drove away. She directed me out of the city to a steak house in a neighboring suburb. It was crowded. I was glad we had a reservation. We were placed at a nice table near the rear of the building where we looked out over a dimly lit meadow. It was supposed to be romantic and I supposed it was. I noticed a few people looking at us as we walked to the table, but I assumed they were looking at Kerry who was much younger and a hell of a lot better looking than I was.
My first surprise came when a bottle of wine was delivered to our table. “I didn’t order any wine,” I told the waiter.
“Yes, sir, it is a gift from one of the patrons.” Kerry smiled, but I was confused.
“Just take it, Jonathan. Not everyone in this world is cruel. There are more who are kind and considerate.” I shrugged my shoulders and nodded my acceptance. I could hear a buzz from the other diners as we drank and ate—the best meal I’d had in almost two years. Once we had finished I asked the waiter for the check.
“It has been taken care of, sir.”
“What do you mean?”
“One of the other patrons has paid for your meal. He said it was a privilege, and, if I may, I agree. It has been a pleasure to serve you.” When I tried to leave a tip it was refused. I held the chair for Kerry and she led me out. I couldn’t believe my eyes when people stood and applauded. I took Kerry’s hand. I could hardly see for the tears in my eyes. I spoke to her once we were in the parking lot.
“What was that all about? Do you know?”
“I had nothing to do with it, Jonathan. I suspect you were recognized. That was why I put the reservation in my name. I hope you weren’t embarrassed.”
“Not embarrassed…a little overwhelmed, though. Can we go back to the apartment? My back is really killing me.” She agreed and fifteen minutes later I was disrobing in my bedroom. I lay across the bed clad only in my boxers. I looked up surprised to find Kerry wearing only a matching black bra and bikini panties. I hadn’t realized what an amazing body she had. Obviously, I knew that she worked out, but lots of overweight fat slobs also worked out. Kerry was toned. Her abs were amazing and her breasts were incredible.
“I’ll be happy to work on your back anytime your eyes go back into your head,” she joked as she spanked my butt. I grunted in pain. “Oh, Jonathan, did I hurt you?”
“Only a little; my butt was their second favorite target.”
“Let me see.” I gave her an incredulous look. She raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms. “Jonathan, I’ve seen your penis. I’ve seen your testicles. What else is there? Drop ‘em so I can see.” I pushed up weakly and sat at the bed’s edge. She motioned me up, stuck her thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down. “Okay, on your stomach. I’ll deal with this thing later.” She kissed me, on the lips this time, and pushed me down.
“Damn, Jonathan, is there any part of your body that isn’t scarred?”
“Yeah, my penis…thank God it was locked up or it would probably be gone by now.”
“Yes, she could have actually done you a favor. You’ll find out how big in a little while.”
“Do you always talk in code?”
“No, never—I’m planning to fuck you in about a half hour so shut up and let me do your back and ass.” I made a motion to zip my lips and rolled quickly onto my stomach. I felt Kerry’s wonderful hands go to work. Using both hands she massaged my back, soothing both my skin and my muscles. Then she moved down to my butt. I relaxed as her hands did their magic. She lay beside me once she was done. “Are you going to be able to lie on your back for a while?”
“I think so. Are we really going to…?”
“Sure, I told you…at least one formal date and you barely qualify after dinner tonight even though I picked the restaurant, made the reservation, and you didn’t have to pay. On the positive side…you did drive both ways and you would have paid if you hadn’t been treated. Let me feel your back. Okay, it’s dry so…I want to wash my hands. Why don’t you turn down the lights? I still have some condoms in my purse.” She went out to the bathroom; I did as instructed and turned down the lights. I rolled onto my back totally naked and waited.
Kerry walked back in five minutes later. Maybe slinked would have been more accurate. She moved like a cat. I felt like the mouse. She leaned over me, moved her hand behind her bra and unclasped it. It fell forward onto the bed baring her beautiful symmetrical breasts with the small dark areolas and nipples. I moved up to suckle, but she teased me. “Patience,” she whispered. Her thumbs hooked into her waistband and in seconds they were on the floor. I couldn’t take my eyes off her neatly trimmed pussy. Her labia were swollen. I pulled her down onto my body and reached up, my mouth meeting hers. Our tongues wrapped around each other as we writhed together, rolling over the bed. I reached between her legs—she was moist and eager. My finger entered her; she groaned in response and her tongue pushed into my mouth, her lips crushed mine. I felt her hand wrap around my cock—it was my turn to moan. She moved down to rub her clit up and down my shaft. I was ready…oh God, was I ready! She lifted her hips to roll the condom down my shaft. When she dropped them my cock disappeared into her body. We moved together like two well acquainted lovers even though we were tyros—newcomers to each other. It was yet another miracle that I could even remember how to do it.
Kerry held my shoulders as her breasts moved in rhythm with her body, swaying with each thrust. My hands found her flared hips as I pulled myself even deeper into her. Had we done this last night I would have lasted fewer than five seconds, but now I felt I could keep pace with her for several minutes, at least.
She spoke first, “You feel wonderful, Jonathan. I’m tingling all over. I’m going to have the most delicious orgasm…very soon.” I smiled in return. “Funny,” I thought, “before we met I never thought I’d smile again.” Her pace changed—faster, harder. I joined her every thrust. She threw her head back. Her mouth formed a perfect “O” as it hit. I continued pumping her for several seconds until I could feel the sweet delirium of my orgasm as I jetted several long thick ropes of semen into the condom. I was exhausted and so was she; she collapsed onto my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, moved my lips to hers and we kissed. It was the kiss of satisfied lovers—slow and unhurried as though we had all night. My flaccid penis fell from her tunnel, the condom hanging loosely, half-filled with my seed. We fell asleep quickly.
We went out to breakfast the following morning—Saturday. I bought two suits knowing that they would likely last for two months at the most. I was putting back the weight I had lost quickly. I needed the gym to make sure it was muscle, not fat. Kerry came with me every evening, often joining me in the pool. I enjoyed having her accompany me on my laps—swimming can be so solitary.
Kerry stayed with me as the days became weeks, the weeks months. I had returned to work and was into my first trial, the matter of a young Hispanic woman who had been tricked into working for a wealthy family for nothing, making her a virtual slave. Like me she had been held captive for well more than a year when the pool man at a neighbor’s home saw her waving frantically, holding a sign, “HELP.” He called the police after seeing the woman beaten by the homeowner. Enter me—super-lawyer and expert on being held captive. I walked confidently into the courtroom.
“It’s a pleasure to see you back in court, Mr. Keller.”
“Thank you, your honor. It’s a pleasure to be here, I assure you.” Then I went to war. I held nothing back, coming close to misconduct several times. I couldn’t keep my personal emotions out of the case. I returned to my seat, but stopped halfway. I saw Kerry in the gallery. She smiled, waved, and blushed from self-consciousness. I returned to work. We were in our third day when opposing counsel asked for a chat. I was beating him senseless and they were on their way to a huge loss. He offered my client $50,000; I looked at him as if he was crazy. “Listen carefully and take this back to your client. I’m beating the pants off of you and I’m going to get punitive damages in addition to compensatory. As you know, there’s no limit to punitive damages. Your client is up against it. I’m seeing at least a million, if not more. Now, if we were offered a million I’d ask my client to consider, but 50K? Forget it.” They folded the following morning; my client would get $650,000; I’d get $350,000. Not too shabby for three weeks work. My agreement with Marty called for him to get twenty percent, but I was still more than satisfied. Success built my first career; success would build this one.
Kerry and I had never really discussed her moving in. It just happened. We closed out her apartment one weekend and moved everything of value into mine. We were together four months and were really getting serious when she came home from work one evening, head down, tears in her eyes. “Jonathan, I…I have to…tell…tell you something.” It was time. I had known she was carrying a dark secret for months; I was only waiting for her to tell me about it.
“Okay, come over here and sit next to me.” I patted the couch, encouraging her to sit.
“No…you’re going to hate me.”
“I don’t think so. In fact, I’ll probably love you even more.” She looked at me and bawled. She cried so hard she was shaking.
“I …I…I lied to you…about when we met.”
“I know, Kerry. I’ve always known. You’re Mark Stephens’ sister.”
“But…how?”
I got up and walked to my new desk. I pulled out Rebecca’s diary. “The police returned this to me once the case was closed. It’s Rebecca’s diary. You should read it. A publisher wants to make a book out of it. There’s a photo inside—Rebecca, Mark, and you. There’s a caption on the other side and, see the date? She was supposed to be in Salt Lake City at a conference. This hotel is in Hawaii. Kerry, I’ve always known. I recognized you in the gym several weeks before you approached me.”
“(Sob) That’s not all. You’ll really hate me now.” She got up and went into the closet, opening a box of her belongings. “Know what this is?”
“Yeah, I do—water.”
“No, it’s poison; I was going to poison you.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“When we first met I wanted to kill you. I was sure you had murdered Mark. I couldn’t believe that he’d done all those things to you. I was sure you were lying. Then I saw your body and I had some doubts. Then I got to know you and I realized you’d never lie about that. I didn’t know what to do.”
I put my arm around her and pulled her to me. “I knew who you were and one day while you were out shopping I was looking for something in the closet. That’s when I found the bottle. It’s marked ‘Poison’ so I had a pretty good idea why it was here. I emptied it down the sink, rinsed the bottle, and refilled it with water. If I were in your position I probably would have done the same thing, except I wouldn’t use poison. I’d use something more violent. You had it, but you never used it so, as far as I’m concerned, it’s a non-issue. I don’t hate you. In fact, I’m in love with you. I have been for a while. You’re the best person I’ve ever met.”
“I guess I haven’t hidden my feelings for you, have I? I was prepared to hate you, but I can’t. Oh, Jonathan, I hate myself for what I wanted to do.”
“Don’t…you’re only human. You didn’t know me then. You had a right to be concerned. So, here’s what I think we should do. Tomorrow morning we should get a marriage license. Then we could go up into the mountains for a week and get married at some little Justice of the Peace. Then we can fuck ourselves silly and maybe make a little Kerry.”
“Or a Jonathan?” I cringed. “I’ll accept on one condition.” I really cringed at her demand, but the following evening we went to the gym. I changed into my swim trunks and a sweat shirt in the locker room for the first time before walking to the pool. Kerry squeezed my hand to reassure me. I steeled myself as I removed my shirt and stood at the pool’s edge for a minute waiting for the reaction. Kerry removed her shirt and shorts, joining me in her bikini. We held hands and jumped into the pool. My back was exposed in public for the first time. Nobody reacted; there were no screams and nobody fainted. I was finally free. We set off together down the pool.
Kerry did read the diary. I sat with her to console and support her as she cried at every page. Learning what a monster her brother had become was really tough on her, but I needed her input. I wouldn’t allow the book to be published without her knowledge and permission. I knew it would destroy what little reputation her brother had remaining. In the end it was Kerry, not me, who made the decision. We wrote the post-torture epilog together. When we signed the contract we agreed to donate the proceeds to a shelter for battered women. I felt good knowing that something worthwhile would come from all the pain and misery I had endured.
About two weeks later we drove up into the mountains for a week’s vacation. Marriage license in hand we walked into the Justice’s parlor. His wife and clerk were our witnesses. Five minutes later we were man and wife. I’d gone through hell and survived; now I was looking forward to a little bit of heaven. I was pretty sure I’d find it with Kerry.
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My niece is thirteen and gorgeous too. On top of that she is extremely sexual.
Every holiday, she find’s a new special playmate
Fran was a big black woman but she enjoyed being picked up for sex
What do you do if you are in love with your own sister?
You can try to ignore it, or even be rude to her so she keeps her distance. You can even try to block her out of your life completely. But, sooner or later, it’ll be too much for you, and you will be drawn back to her. It’s a bittersweet feeling, being close to the girl you love, yet not being able to show how you feel, since she is your own sister. You grew up with her, and watched her grow up, too. Yet, even through her bratty stage, or her hateful stage, you still love her more than any other girl in the world.
I have this problem. Me, Derek Kinley, a 17-year-old boy. Being one of the guys on the football team, I could have any girl I want. All of the girls swoon over my blue eyes, slightly pale skin, and partially long, curly jet black hair. But I don’t want any of the girls that giggle as I walk past them in the hallway. The only girl I want is my sister.
In some ways, we do look related. We both have fierce, cat-like eyes, and pronounced lips. Our skin is a radiant pale, but not too pale, and we are both in excellent physical shape. Her hair is as black as mine, and both of our faces are perfectly proportioned. But her eyes are a deep, emerald shade of green. I’ve never seen anyone else have eyes like her, and I always catch myself staring at them. She has baby cheeks, and her lips have a rosy pink shade to them. Her naturally hangs in pronounced, perfect waves, all the way down to her butt. She is slightly shorter than other girls, being 5′ 1″, but it makes her even cuter, if that is possible. She has the perfect washboard stomach, which shows off her bellybutton piercing, its diamond stud always attracting people’s attention. Her legs are curvier than normal legs, and her waist is a little thin, which brings out the curves in her hips. And, ever since a couple of years ago, her womanly features have grown, as well. Her breasts are now a spectacular size of D’s, and her bubbly butt makes her figure even more perfect.
Her name is Mina (mee-na). She is 16, and all the guys are crazy about her. I can’t help but feel jealous every time I see her talking to a guy in the hallways of our school. Yet, no matter how many guys throw themselves at her, she declines them all. It’s like she doesn’t like boys at all. And, last time I checked, she doesn’t like girls.
I’ve tried dating girls, but I felt absolutely nothing for them. I didn’t even have the desire to have sex with any of them, so we never went any farther than making out. Because of this, I am still a virgin. Yes, me, the most popular guy in school, is a virgin. Of course, everyone thinks I’ve boned tons of girls. I don’t correct them, since they wouldn’t believe me if I did that, anyway. I don’t know if Mina is a virgin, though. She’s almost always home, listening to music, or she is at the local dance studio, since she is a contemporary dancer.
Our relationship is good. We are very close, and hang out with each other a lot. In fact, I can count on one hand how many time’s we’ve ever gotten into arguments. But I see no sign of her possibly having the same feelings for me as I do for her. Just the thought of it hurts. Soon, though, I will try to make a move. But, if that causes me to lose her, I don’t know what I’d do.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
“Mina, we need to leave soon!” I yelled this at least 4 times, but she still didn’t answer. We needed to get to school, since I always drove her there, but it seems like she slept in. Sighing to myself, I climbed up the carpeted stairs of our suburban house and walked down the hallway before stopping at the door on the left. “Mina, c’mon, we’re going to be late,” I said. No reply. Quietly, I turned the door knob before opening the door and stepping into her bedroom. It wasn’t a typical girl bedroom, since she’s never been an extremely girly person. the walls were covered with band posters, and she had a large Rasta rug on the middle of her beige-carpeted floor. Her bed was covered in pure white sheets and pillows, matching the white comforter, as well. The see-through white curtains of her windows were open, causing the morning sunlight to shine onto her. I couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable as I stared at her.
She was laying on her side, with her hair sprawled across her body and the pillows. She wore white cotton panties, which were decorated by a black bow in the middle of them. A white, thin tank top clung to her torso, showing that she wasn’t wearing a bra. If I looked close enough, I could see the shape of her perky nipples sticking out through her shirt…
I took a deep breath to calm myself. Unfortunately, it did not work. I could see the shapes of her perfectly round breasts, and her bubbly butt, and it wasn’t doing anything but making the bulge in my jeans bigger. I don’t think I could ever get tired of her beauty.
“Mina,” I whispered as I reached over and gently shook her shoulder, the feeling of her soft skin sending chills up my spine. She mumbled an unknown language, then shifted so that she was laying on her back with one knee propped up. Her rosy, perfect lips parted open slightly as she let out calm and steady breaths. Dear God. I didn’t think a boner could be this painful.
“Mina…we need to hurry.” I shook her shoulder again, watching her breasts move slightly as I did so. She still didn’t respond. I stared at her, standing as still as a statue, my boner throbbing painfully. I turned my head to look at my reflection in her body-length mirror. My hair was slightly rustled, which looked good. My black Pink Floyd shirt fit me perfectly. Then, my jeans… Just as I suspected, the boner was rather noticeable. There’s no way I could go to school with it. Bzzzzzt. Bzzzzzzt. The feeling of my iPhone 4 vibrating in my butt pocket startled me, but I quickly pulled out my phone to see who was calling. It was the high school. Swiftly leaving her bedroom and closing the door, I answered the call.
“Hello?” I answered.
“This is Mr. Weston.” The principal. Oh, great, what did I do now? “I was just calling to let you and your sister know that there will be no school today, due to electricity issues in the school.” Before I could reply, he hung up. I stood there, staring at the screen of my phone in amazement. A feeling of joy washed over me. With our parents gone, me and Mina will be home alone all day. Maybe we could hang out together. Looks like I don’t have to wake her up. I glanced down at my boner, which was becoming more painful by the minute.
“Looks like I’ll need to take care of this,” I mumbled to myself. Walking down the hallway to my bedroom door, which was on the right side, I opened it before stepping into the room and closing it behind me. I tossed my phone onto my black-and-red striped bed as I headed to my bathroom. As I closed the door, turned on the walk-in shower, and began taking off my clothes, the sight of Mina was still implanted in my mind. No girl could compare to her beauty, and it amazed me that someone as perfect as her was my sister. Once I was completely naked, I stepped into the shower and closed the glass door. The feeling of the hot water running down my body was calming, so I stood there for a moment, my eyes closed. Now my erect dick was free, its 7 1/2 inches standing proudly.
I couldn’t resist the temptation. My hand slowly wrapped around the shaft before it began to stroke its throbbing surface. I thought about the sight of my beautiful sister sleeping as I began to pump my hand quickly, my knees already beginning to tremble. I imagined my hands exploring every part of her body, from the soft surface of her stomach, to the firmness of her ass. The thought of it was almost too much to bear. I leaned my head back, lost in the pleasure as I imagined Mina doing this to me, wondering what it’d be like to have her soft hands stroke my dick like this. I didn’t realize it, but I began to pant, my back against the wall of the shower. “Mina…” I whispered shakily, pressure rising in my balls, showing that I was about to cum. “Mina…” I gasped slightly, letting out a soft groan, before the sound of someone knocking on the bathroom door suddenly echoed throughout the room.
“Derek?” Mina’s voice called from outside the door. “Are you taking a shower?” My free hand flew to my mouth and covered it as I came, its thick fluid shooting and hitting the glass wall of the shower, my groans and moans muffled and silenced by my covering my mouth, while my other hand squeezed and pumped the rest of the cum out of me. I released my grip from my dick, and then pulled my hand away from my mouth, taking a few deep breaths to steady myself.
“Yes,” I called, surprised by how calm I sounded. “There’s no school today.”
“Sweet! I’ll make us breakfast, then.” I listened to her fading footsteps until I was sure that she was gone. That was too close. Good thing she didn’t open the bathroom door. Quickly, I finished the routine of my shower, making sure everything’s washed, before I thoroughly trimmed the hair of my privates. Once I knew I was finished, I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I dried my body and hair with a white towel before putting my clothes and my black converse back on. I left the bathroom and my bedroom, then headed downstairs to the kitchen.
Mina was there with her back facing me, standing in front of the stove. She wore black-and-grey stripped p shorts and a black band t-shirt, which displayed the logo of her favorite band, System of a Down. She also wore black-knee high socks, which showed off the curves of her legs. I peeked at the hint of her butt cheeks from underneath her shorts, but mentally slapped myself for doing so. She must’ve heard me come in, because she turned to face me. Her hair was neatly brushed, but her face was free of makeup. I’ve always liked her better without makeup.
“Good morning,” she smiled warmly at me. “I am making biscuits and gravy.” My favorite. I smiled at her, which flashed the dimples on my cheeks that everybody seemed to favor.
“Cool.” I approached her and leaned against the counter as I watched her cook. ” ‘Have any plans today?” I asked, trying to sound as casual and as cool as I do at school. However, she was the one person that could make me feel nervous. A feeling of joy swelled in me as she shook her head.
“Nah. I was hoping that we could hang out today, Derek.” She looked up at me for a moment, then continued to make the white gravy. I couldn’t help but feel a little proud that she chose me out of all her friends.
“Yeah, I guess we can hang out,” I said coolly. After a few minutes, she finished making the food, the gravy in a big bowl and the biscuits spread across a pan. We each made our own plate and gulped it down rather quickly.Once we finished, I put our dishes in the dishwasher. We spent the time by ourselves watching movies on Netflix in the living room. We nestled under the same blanket together and watched mostly scary movies. There were times where she’d hide her face against my chest, or she’d press against my and cover her eyes. Each time she touch me, it left a lingering warmth, and I loved every second of being so close to her. Unfortunately, it went by rather quickly. Not having any school on a Friday was pretty sweet, though.
After 5 p.m., we heard our parents come into the front door of the house. They came into the living room, both dressed up in business clothes. Our father had short brown hair and hazel eyes, while our mother had black hair that was cut into a short bob, her eyes as blue as ours. They both looked like they were in their 20’s.
“We have something important to say,” our father said uneasily. Mina and I looked at each other before staring at our parents.
“Sure, what’s up?” I asked. Our mother glanced at our father hesitantly
“Well,” he replied, “Me and her will be going away on a short vacation this weekend, so you two will be by yourself.”
“We are just nervous about leaving you guys alone, with no one to watch over you, and…” Our mom stopped herself, then smiled warily. “Well, we can trust you guys, right?”
“Of course you can. When are you guys leaving?” Mina asked calmly.
“In 30 minutes. We need to catch a plane,” our father said before quickly leaving the room and heading upstairs. Mom followed him instantly. I couldn’t believe it. They’ve never left us alone like this before. Would I even be able to hold myself back from making a move on Mina? In only a few minutes, our parents were back downstairs, both of them holding a black suitcase.
“We are going to a ski resort. Take care of the house, please.” Mom’s voice showed that she was obviously worried about leaving us by ourselves. Mina and I stood up and approached them, giving them hugs and kisses and the typical “Have a safe trip” lines. We stood in front of the front door and watched them close it, leaving us both alone. Thousands of thoughts swam through my mind as I stared down at Mina.
“So, uh–”
“I’m going to go listen to music in my room,” she said before swiftly leaving to go to her bedroom. I stood there, not knowing how to deal with this at all. Maybe this was my chance to finally try and see if she felt the same way. Even though I can’t see into the future, I knew that I wouldn’t get an opportunity like this again.
“Tonight,” I whispered to myself.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
I ended up inviting most the people from our school over to the house for a big party. It was obvious that Mina was going to stay in her room, so I wanted to do at least something on a Friday night, especially since our parents are gone. Since our house is rather big, and has a huge backyard with a patio and a large in-ground swimming pool, everyone was able to fit in the house and the backyard. I hired a DJ, and rented some strobe lights. With all of this, all the lights were turned off, except for the strobe lights in the house and backyard, and the flashing lights on the DJ’s station. Both the house and and the backyard was crowded with people, all of which were either holding plastic cups of alcohol in their hands and dancing, or were in some corner making out. The sound of techno music practically vibrated the walls of the house. It was definitely the biggest party of the school year. People said hi to me as I walked through the crowds. I smiled at them, but was determined to get to one place : Mina’s bedroom.
I finally reached the stairs, where some couple was sitting on the bottom steps, making out to their hearts’ content. I walked past them and headed upstairs, going straight to Mina’s bedroom door. It was completely silent inside, so I opened the door, seeing that her room was dark. She was gone. Panic rose in me; where the hell could she be? “Mina!” I shouted, now rushing down the stairs and checking every room downstairs. I only found couples making out, and some trying to do more than that, but she was nowhere to be found. There was only one other place she could be at. I went out into the backyard, standing on the patio to get a better view of the yard.
“Oh, shit, he’s gonna get the V!” A guy with dreadlocks shouted this, beer swishing out of his cup as he drunkily danced with a girl. I looked over to where his line of vision was. There she was, in a secluded part of the yard, hidden between trees and bushes. She was leaning against a tree, with a guy pressed against her. But, as I squinted, I saw that she was shoving him away… Suddenly, he pinned her arms to the tree, and covered her mouth with his hand. Rage boiled in my blood. No one’s allowed to touch my dear sister like this. I jumped off the patio and ran toward them, dodging people occasionally.
“Get your hands off my fucking sister!” I shouted once I was beside them. Before the guy could even respond, I landed a punch directly in his jaw. He stumbled backwards and fell onto his back, clutching his face and groaning in pain. I turned my attention to Mina and stared at her, seeing that she was trembling, with tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Derek,” she stammered, her voice being choked back by sobs. “H-…He tried to…”
“It’s alright now,” I whispered, and pulled her into my arms, embracing her tightly. Tears stung my eyes as I felt her sob against my chest, her body seeming fragile in my strong arms. “I’ll take you back to your bedroom,” I said gently. She nodded and followed me as I guided her back to the house. We got inside, then went upstairs to her room. Luckily, there weren’t any couples in the bedroom, and there were no people upstairs. The faint sound of music lingered in the room as I closed the door and gently set her on the edge of her bed. But, as I started to pull away to leave the room, her hand grabbed my wrist.
“Don’t leave me, Derek,” she whispered shakily. My heart skipped a beat and I nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed next to her. For what seemed like forever, we sat there quietly, only the distant sound of music breaking the silence. I glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand. 11 p.m. Looks like the party would be going on for a few more hours. I looked over at my sister, noticing that she was still in her pj’s. She didn’t even have to dress up, yet she could still get guys easier than any other girl can.
“Why were you with that guy?” I asked calmly. But, truthfully, I felt hurt, scared, and mad at the same time.
“He’s in my math class, so I was just trying to talk with him, just small chat, ya’know? But, apparently, he had other ideas…” She trailed off, then stayed silent. Crap. I shouldn’t of sounded so pissed when I asked her about this. It’s not like it’s her fault that he tried to forcefully make a move on her.
“I won’t let anyone hurt you, Mina,” I turned to face her and gently cupped her face in my hands. She nodded, her cheeks no longer wet with tears. I suddenly had the urge to kiss her, but I resisted it and pulled my hands away. I stood up and began to walk to the door. I was hoping she’d stop me, but she stayed quiet. But, just as I began to turn the knob, I felt a hand around my wrist again.
“When I said ‘don’t leave me,’ I meant it,” she whispered, her breath hitting my back, sending a chill down my spine. I turned to face her, seeing that she stood only less than a foot away from me. I felt my breath get caught in my throat, my heart skipping a beat from how close she was.
“Don’t get so close,” I whispered, my voice sounding cold. A look of hurt flashed in her eyes, but she didn’t move away.
“You are always acting so closed up around me, Derek. Why is that?” Before I could think of an answer, she continued. “I just want to get closer to you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. I just want to always be by your side.”
“What do you mean?” I asked quietly, feeling completely in shock by her words.
She stared at the ground silently. Even though it was dark, I could tell that she was beginning to blush a little. “I love you,” she whispered. “I love you, but more than sibling love. I’ve always loved you.” She looked up at me, fear in her eyes, like she thought I was going to reject her. But, in reality, I’ve never felt so happy in my entire life. All the worries of us being siblings, of us being caught by our parents, left my mind instantly. Now was my chance. I couldn’t lose her.
“I love you, too,” I whispered. Before she could say anything, I cupped her face in my hands and leaned in. My eyes closed and my lips pressed against hers in a gentle kiss, the feeling of her soft lips fogging my mind. I tried to be gentle and cautious, but she wanted more. Her lips parted open and the tip of her tongue pressed in between my lips. I let out a soft groan as I parted my lips, as well, and felt her tongue press into my mouth. Our tongue mingled with each other within the passionate kiss. The deeper the kiss became, the more I lost any reasoning within my mind.
I lifted her up, wrapping her legs around my waist and cupping my hands underneath her firm butt. We continued to kiss, our tongues practically fighting each other as I carried her to her bed. I pulled away from the kiss and opened my eyes. Her eyes were open as well, and they were full of lust. I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. I fell forward, causing both of us to collapse onto the bed, with me on top of her. I held myself by having each knee next to each side of her hips, then each hand by each side of her head.
“Derek–” she gasped, but I stopped her with a quick peck on her lips. My lips lingered down to her neck, my warm breath against her skin causing her to lightly squirm. The moment that my lips came in contact with her neck, she let out a light gasp. I began to kiss it gently, nibbling and sucking against it, as well. Her hands dug into my hair and she held my head there. “More,” she whispered.
That was more than enough to encourage me. I sucked and bit on her neck passionately, my tongue also swirling against it. Once I pulled away, I was pleasantly surprised to see that I left a rather noticeable mark. But I needed much more. Her hands moved away from my head, so she could lift her arms. I lightly grabbed her shirt and pulled it off her body, trying not to seem too eager. Once I took off her pj shorts, as well, I sat back to look at the view in front of me.
Her head was turned to the side shyly, with her hands resting on her toned stomach. The dim moonlight from her window caused her diamond-studded bellybutton piercing to shimmer. Finally, my eyes lingered to her breasts. They were decorated with a white bra, black lace and black bows tied across its surface. I could see the roundness of the top of her breasts sticking out of the top of her bra, their size absolutely perfect. My eyes traveled down her curvy and smooth body, now staring at her panties. They matched her bra, being a thin cotton material. I could see the shape of her puffy pussy lips, and there was a small moist spot on the surface of her panties…
It was almost too much. I drank in her body, wondering if I was even good enough to touch it. When I reached my hands out, I realized that they were trembling. Hopefully, she wouldn’t realize how nervous I was. She obediently arched her back so that I could reach behind her and unsnap her bra. I tried to be smooth about it, but I fidgeted a little when undoing the hooks. I successfully did it, though, and I couldn’t help but rip the bra off and toss it to the floor.
“My God…” I whispered softly, staring at her perky pink nipples, her bare breasts perfectly proportioned. They looked almost as big as they did when she wore a bra. My fingertips lightly ran across them, feeling how soft they are.
“Derek…” she mumbled, her voice shaky. “This is embarrassing…” Her eyes were watching me intently, the moonlight illuminating their color.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” I smiled a little, trying to reassure her. “Your body is perfect. You are perfect.” I leaned forward, no longer able to resist her breast. My lips latched onto one of her nipples and began to suck on it feverishly, my tongue feeling the hard nub. She let out a small moan and her back arched a little. I gently pulled at the nipple with my teeth before releasing my grip, her nipple now glistened with my saliva. I did the same thing to the other nipple, wanting to treat each one fairly. Within each movement, I felt more eager to see what was hiding beneath her panties.
I lightly traced the tip of my tongue down her body as I moved my head down to her privates. My breath lightly hit the wet spot on her panties, causing her to flinch. I hooked my fingers beneath her panties and began to pull them down.
“D-Derek, don’t look…!” she gasped. But there was no way I could look away. After tossing her panties to the floor, my face still inches away from her privates, it took all my power not to rip my clothes off and fuck her senseless. She was cleanly shaved, her pussy lips puffed and swollen, I used my fingers to part them open, now exposing her cute and pink little pussy. Everything seemed so tight and small. And she was absolutely soaking wet. I pressed my index finger against her opening, squeezing it into her. It was incredibly tight. Would I even be able to fit?
“I’ll make you feel good,” I whispered to her soothingly. But I’ve never done this before. Hopefully, all the porn I’ve watched will help me out here. Instantly spotting her erect clit, I wrapped my lips around it and began to suck and lap at it fiercely as I began to pump two fingers in and out of her pussy, trying my best not to hurt her. Her hips thrusted upward and her hands grabbed my head, forcing my face against her pussy as she let out a load, erotic moan.
“Oh, my God, don’t stop!” she let out a whimpering moan, her breathing ragged and heavy. “You’re gonna make me cum…Fuck, Derek…!” I flicked my tongue against her clit, my fingers curling and twisting inside of her. By now, her body was trembling tremendously, and I could feel the walls of her pussy tighten around my fingers. “Fuck….Derek!” The sound of her moaning my name, and the feeling of her orgasming against my fingers was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever experienced. Her hips twitched, and I removed my fingers so that I could pull my mouth away from her clit and drink at her fluids, eager to taste her. The smell and taste was incredibly erotic, and fogged my senses. Once I was satisfied with how much of her juices I drank, I pulled away and sat up, watching her chest rise and fall as she breathed heavily.
“You, too…” she stuttered. “I want to see your body, too.” Well, it was only fair. I pulled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes, and stood up by the edge of the bed to take off my pants. Now only in my boxers, I stared down at her. Her eyes widened and traveled up and down my body, landing on the painful bulge in my boxers. It was the hardest I’ve ever been in my entire life, so it was on the verge of being 8 inches. I hesitated before pulling my boxers off, now letting her stare at my manhood.
“I can’t take it anymore,” she spoke quietly. She spread her legs wide, her hands resting on her lower tummy. “I want to have sex with you, Derek. Please, I am begging you.” My breathing was slightly heavy as I stared at her. I climbed onto to the bed and sat on my knees, in between her spread legs.
“If you say it like that…” I supported my weight by resting my hands by each side of her head. “…I won’t be able to hold back.” I used one hand gently hold the shaft of my dick, trying to guide the head to her opening. Once I found it, I slowly began to move my hips forward. I pressed into her slowly, out of fear of hurting her. Suddenly, her hands gripped my butt and she harshly pulled my hips forward completely. Feeling something break, my dick instantly slid into her, its full length now buried inside of her. She let out a yelp of pain, and I couldn’t help but moan gently. It was so warm, wet, and incredibly tight. Nothing could compare to this feeling. Using my hands to hold myself up, I didn’t wait for her approval.
“Mi-…na..-” I gasped and began to pump in and out of her furiously, my balls slapping against her ass within each thrust. Her legs wrapped around my waist and she clawed her nails down my back, the feeling of it causing me to pound her even harder. The look on her face went from one of pain to one of pure ecstasy.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I panted, barely able to even speak. Our moans filled the room, the sound of my balls slapping against her ass echoing, as well. It’s a good thing that the music was so loud, and that everyone was downstairs. She continued to moan my name, her pussy practically drawing me in each time I thrusted into her. I watched her boobs bounce in rhythm with my thrusts, the sight of it turning me on even more. I leaned down and began to suck on one of her tits, causing her to squeal from the pleasure overwhelming her.
I knew that I couldn’t last long at all. It felt way too good. Pressure began to rise in my balls, showing that I was going to shoot my load. My hands clenched the bed sheets tightly, my mouth parted open as I breathed heavily. “I want to ride you, baby,” Mina moaned. Before I could reply, she flipped us over, now with her on top, and me laying down. As soon as she began to bounce and grind her hips, her hands playing with her breasts, I threw my head back.
“Fuck!” I groaned loudly and put my hands on her hips, guiding her roughly. Her moans, the sight of her riding me as hard as she can, the feeling of her tight pussy….all of the senses overwhelmed me as I suddenly began to have the biggest orgasm in my life, ropes of thick cum shooting deep into her. “Mina…!” I moaned and panted, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Feeling her walls clench tightly, I knew that she was cumming, as well. Her moans echoed throughout the room and I continued to moan her name until her pussy milked out the rest of my cum.
She collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing heavily from the feeling of our orgasms. “You came inside of me, Derek,” she said quietly. Oh, shit. I was immediately brought back to reality from her words. What if I got her pregnant? Is she mad? What if our parents found out about what we’ve done? “I’m happy that you came inside of me.” Surprise, I looked down at her. Even though her head was laying against my chest, I could see the hint of a smile on her face. I gently wrapped my arms around her as I slowly closed my eyes.
“Whatever happens, we’ll face it together,” I whispered. “I love you, Mina.”
“I love you, too, Derek.”
We both fell asleep laying just like that, our heartbeats in time with each other.
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I grew up in a very small town and was sheltered from pretty much the whole outside world. Every morning I would wake up, my mother would put me through about 5 hours of home schooling and then leave me to my studies while she did the typical house chores. I never knew my father because my mother ran away and never told him that she was pregnant. This left her and I alone in my mothers inherited ranch. With no money worries and my mother, being a very well educated women, she felt that she could stay home and school me better than any public or private school could.
Let me tell you about my mother and I. My name is Shawn and I’m 18 and weigh about 150 at 5’ 9”. Being home all the time with pretty much no outside life I have a lot of spare time to work out, swim and go for runs around the ranch so I’m in pretty good shape. My mother also not one to venture too far away from the home front also spends her fair share of time working out keeping her 39 year old body very well toned. She is 5’ 5” and weighs about 110 soaking wet. Her petite frame is accentuated by her 34C breasts that look fantastic in just about everything that she wears.
It all started after a long hot day of studying outside poolside. My mother always liked to change scenery often to try to keep me from getting complacent and to keep me focused. Unfortunately as I got older these pool sessions were more of a distraction that she even knew. Every time we would have these relaxed sessions, my mother would always wear a bathing suit to “class” to work on her tan while making sure that I was getting a good education. On this particular day it was about 95 degrees and just as we were wrapping up our study time my mother announced that she was going to cool off before she started the afternoon chores. I decided that this would also be a good time for me to do the same.
As I watched my mothers toned, slender body walk to the 3 foot diving board I felt the stir in my loins that I new could only be trouble. I watched my mother dive in the water. Upon resurfacing my eyes almost popped out of my head as I saw both of her red nipples pop out of the water. Apparently she had lost her top somewhere underwater and didn’t notice. As I was staring I had an immediate, full fledged hard on that put me in a very awkward predicament. My mother was just staring at me waiting for me to get into the water next. Confused she asked me what I was doing then she looked down realizing that her breasts were showing and covered up by diving under the water looking for her top. This was my chance to save the embarrassment of having my mom notice the tent in my shorts I jumped out of my chair and dove into the water before she came back up.
Once in the water feeling a little relieved my mother came back up and was very embarrassed. She had no idea where her top was and asked me to help her find it. I swam over to the area where she dove in and took a look around. I noticed that the top had found its way to the filter on the bottom of the pool so I dove down and retrieved it for her. I swam over to my mother and went to hand the top to her and in doing so brushed my hand against her hard nipple. My mother let out a soft moan. She grabbed her top and started to swim away. My eyes stayed glued to her as she got out, and went into the house. Not believing what actually just happened I had to swim around a little while until my hard-on went away. When I got out I collected my things and headed straight to my room.
The rest of the night was pretty uneventful until it came around time to go to bed. I was in my bed under the covers naked (how I sleep), reading a book. My mother knocked on my door softly and came into my room wearing a long t-shirt that went about half way down her thighs. Upon entering my mother said that she needed to talk to me. She came in sat on my bed where I was already under the covers. She said that she wanted to talk about the earlier incident.
She said that this would be a good time to teach me about sex. She said that I was getting to the age where my hormones were running high and that I would be getting erections and thinking about girls more often (boy she wasn’t kidding, I was hard as a rock as soon as she said the word “sex”). She then said that she had been noticing me watching her walking around in her bathing suit and that it was time to explain why I was having the feelings that I was having.
She asked me if I was ok and all I could do is nod. She then said that she knew that I may not stay around forever so she wouldn’t feel right sending me out in the dangerous world without knowing about sex. My mother then did something that I never expected her to do in my life. She stood up and took her shirt completely off. There she was, my beautiful mother, stark naked standing right in front of me. She then grabbed onto the blanket that was covering my erection and pulled it back. Noticing that I was already naked a big smile came to her face as she noticed my state of excitement. She explained that when a man and a woman love each other that they express their feelings by having sex. This is when a man puts his penis into a woman’s vagina repeatedly until both have had satisfaction. Now don’t get me wrong, I have jerked off a few times in my day so I know what it’s like to have the “satisfaction” that she was talking about but never with a woman.
My mother then crawled into bed and explained that the best way for a man and woman to please each other was to take their time and make sure that they are both enjoying every moment of their experiences. With this she planted a kiss on my lips. At first I didn’t know how to react and then I felt my mother slip her tongue into my mouth and I let all my thoughts go to the wind and just melted into my mothers touch. She then told me to explore her body with my hands and to make sure that I cover every inch of her while kissing her entire body. I proceeded to suck on her nipples while finding my way down to her shaved pussy with my hands.
My mother started to moan softly which encouraged me to continue to what I was doing. As I was kissing my way down her well toned tummy she stopped me just before I got to her inviting little pussy saying that she has wanted this for so long and didn’t know how to tell me. I continued to kiss my way down until I finally reached her slit with my tongue. I started in immediately lapping up her juices which were flowing very freely. I couldn’t get enough of it, my mother explained how to lick, suck, finger her very tight pussy. She told me about the clitoris which I spent a lot of time concentrating on until she had a mind blowing orgasm.
After my moms legs quit shaking she told me to lay on my back. I did so and she straddled me and lined my fully erect penis up with the tunnel from where I had come from 17 years prior. In one quick motion I was buried to my balls in my moms wanting pussy. She started bucking very hard saying that she was very impressed with my 7 inch penis that was now filling her more than she had been filled with years. After only a few pumps I felt my balls start to tighten up. “Mom I’m going to CUM!” She jumped off my cock and dropped straight to her knees and engulfed my penis into her mouth while I shot load after load down her throat. Exhausted she climbed up next to me and told me how great that felt and that there will be many more lessons to come.
I have a feeling that this will be one lesson that I won’t mind learning any day of the week.
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Involves straight sex including oral, bondage and discipline.
I waited for a few momemts while Tommy exited the pool bath, heading out back. I was absolutely certain that within minutes, every guy in the pool would know what had just transpired.
I left the bath through the sliding door into my parents’ bedroom and resumed my position at my “spy spot”. Peeping through the crack in the blinds, I could see Tommy reenter the pool, yakking away. Within seconds, all the guys were gathered around him, focused on him…and I just knew he was telling them what had just happened.
All the guys except my brother Ricky.
He just stood back…casting an occasional glance at the blinds I was “hiding” behind, a kind of a self satisfied smirk on his face.
I watched the animated chatter in the pool for another minute or two, and then exited my parents’ bedroom into the house. I fidgeted in the kitchen for a moment, then made my way back outside. I was instantly turned on as every guy, even Ricky, stared at my every move as I made my way back to the pool.
With a sudden thought, I stopped and hollared,” Who’s ready for another beer?”
Five guys yelped yes, and I detoured past the fridge, grabbing another six pack.
I’m not sure what was turning me on more…knowing that five guys had their eyes glued to me, or the fact that I could still taste the somewhat salty taste of Tommy’s cream.
Regardless of why, I felt another rush in my pussy…and somehow knew that my day was just starting.
I grabbed a six pack out of the fridge and returned to the edge of the pool. I squatted on my haunches as I peeled the cans out of their plastic holder, careful to keep my knees well apart.
Four guys were immediately right in front of me…staring at the thin material covering my pussy. Brother Ricky stayed back a little, the same little smile on his face. When I looked over at him…he just winked…and his smile broadened.
I gave him a half smile in return and finished handing out the beers, keeping the last one for myself.
I knew I had to get back in the water…get my suit wet again….so it would cling to me and show off everything, so I quickly jumped in the water.
I surfaced at the perfect depth so the water came up just above my waist, my top clinging to, outlining my now hard nipples. The guys were staring holes right through the skimpy nylon.
I had a thought, and moved toward the steps, climbing out of the pool, pausing just long enough on the steps so the guys could see the thin nylon of my bottoms plastered against my cheeks, my lips, my slit.
I headed for the slide at the deep end of the pool.
The guys were still watching me as I climbed up the steps, and I paused for a moment at the top. “Anybody goona help me if I start to drown?”
Four guys were immediately clustered in the water at the bottom of the slide, and I paused again, plotting my next move.
I sat down on the edge of the platform and pulled my knees back to my chest. I knew this would make my wet bottoms cling to me, clearly outlinging my pussy.
“Gonna do a cannonball!” I shouted gaily. I shoved off and skittered down the slide.
I hit the water with a huge splash and immediately there were four guys trying to “rescue” me.
I was still under the water as I felt hands…lots of hands…all over my body. Some brushed my breasts, some touched my butt…one even grazed up against my pussy.
This was driving me crazy…I couldn’t even tell which guy was touching me where!
All I knew was my pussy was now throbbing…again…and, as I broke the surface, searched quickly around, trying to figure out which of those wandering hands belonged to which of the guys. I made it back to the shallow end and stood, pretending to be completely unaware that all those hands had been touching me…everywhere. I stood, making sure I was in shallow enough water so that my bikini top was clearly visible, the thin nylon clinging to, outlining my now solid hard nipples.
I just stood for a moment, enjoying the way they were all staring at me, still trying to figure out which of the hands had belonged to which guy. Giving up, I grabbed two of the baby basketballs, hoisting one in each hand.
Turning slightly, I flipped one of them casually toward the floating basket. It went in!
Chuckling, I turned back to face the guys, hoisting the ball in my other hand. “OK guys,” I purred suggestively, “which of you is ready to show me what you’ve got?”
I’m not sure any of them caught my intended double meaning, so I just flipped the ball in their general direction, and turned back, climbing out of the pool and going over to the chest to fetch a couple more.
I did my usual show of keeping my legs somewhat spread as I bent far over, knowing for certain that all the guys would have their eyes riveted to the thin strip of material hugging my pussy lips.
I grabbed two more balls and straightened, turning back toward the pool. I flipped both of them toward their little group and jumped back in.
The next several minutes were spent just horsing around, shooting at the basket, playing, splashing about. Again, several times I felt hands sliding across my breasts, my butt, and on a couple of occasions, even lightly groping at my pussy. What a turn on!
I was really enjoying this, not just being the center of the guys’ attention, but it seemed like every time I tossed one of the balls in the direction of the basket, it went in! I don’t think I missed one shot in the next ten or fifteen minutes!
The beer was flowing freely, the guys getting agitated as they weren’t faring too well at shooting the balls. (Maybe I had their attention distracted?). After a few more minutes, poor Scott, (who I don’t think had made one single shot), sighed resignedly and announced, “Sorry guys…think it’s break time for me.”
I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he made his way to the steps in the shallow end and climbed out of the pool. My eyes were glued to his butt as he made his way over to one of the patio tables in the corner under the overhand. I realized as I watched him that he had a pretty nice body…slim…muscular…nice legs…nice butt. (What I could tell from his somewhat baggy suimsuit.) He plopped down in the chair in the corner and I turned my attentioon back to the pool…and the rest of the penises…er…guys.
We splashed and played around for a few more minutes, and it seemed like the hands on my body were getting more and more frequent…and more and more intimate. I felt one reach up between my legs from behind and give my pussy a quick squeeze.
I took a few more shots, still making almost every one I tried, and decided it was time to move this party on. I plotted my next move.
I was standing there, looking at Scott looking dejected sitting in the corner. I was forming a plan as I felt Michael brush up against my side. I could actually feel his penis pressing against my thigh. He was handing me one of the balls as he smirked, “Don’t tell me you’re gonna bail out on us too!”
I took the ball from his hand, and then, feeling really impetuous, reached down into the water and groped the front of his swimsuit, giving his penis a quick squeeze. I lowered my hand further, cupping his balls, as I replied, “Don’t worry. I’ll be back.” As I gently kneaded his balls, I added suggestively, “And maybe later we can find out if your aim is better with these balls?”
That comment gave me a great idea for an opening line, and I removed my hand from the front of Michael’s suit, turning and heading toward the steps in the shallow end.
I climbed out of the pool, grabbing a towel, and headed toward the table where Scott was sitting. I made a show of drying myself, making sure the towel against my breasts had my nipples standing up straight and hard, obvious through the slinky nylon covering them, and, as I approached the table, suggestively ran it down my stomach, spreading my legs somewhat as I lewdly exagerrated the motion of rubbing the towel up and down the tiny triangle of nylon molded tightly against my pussy.
Scott’s eyes were glued to me as I approached the table. I draped the towel over the chair across from him, “accidently” placing it so that it would provide a kind of a privacy screen between the guys in the pool and the chair he was in.
“You know sir,” I began in a light conversational tone, “for a small fee, I could probably teach you how to shoot those balls through the basket.”
“Kiss my ass,” he chuckled, good naturedly.
“Yeah, wouldn’t you just love that!” I replied quickly. “You should be so lucky.”
I paused, just looking at him for a moment. He looked at me, a kind of quizzical expression on his face, trying to figure out what I meant by my last comment.
After a brief pause, he regained his bravado and chuckled again. “Well, anytime, anyplace, chickie, you just say the word.”
He looked right at me, almost daring me to respond.
I stared right back at him for a second, and then, placing one hand jauntily on my hip, said in a mock stern voice, “You do understand sir, that in order for me to comply with your request, you would first have to stand and remove your swim trunks.”
I stood there staring into his eyes, daring him right back in return. I wasn’t breathing, my heart was pounding, wondering what his response would be.
He just looked at me for several long seconds, and then a sly grin broke out on his face. He stood, hooking his fingers in the elastic waistband of his trunks. He gave a slight tug and pushed them down off his hips. My gaze immediately went to his penis…it was beautiful…so sexy…I wanted…wanted…
After standing there staring at me for a moment, he finally managed to snicker, “Your move, chickie.”
I lifted my eyes from his penis to his face, and he just stood there, looking at me…daring me. My gaze dropped back down between his legs, and I thought, (or maybe just hoped), I saw a slight twitch.
I cast a quick glimpse back over my shoulder, and after assuring myself that the guys in the pool were totally ignoring us, moved quickly around the table to stand behind him. I hooked my fingers in his trunks and lowered them to his ankles. Stooping down, I pulled first one foot, then the other, out of them, and cast them away to the side. I grabbed both his ankles and spread them well apart.
I sttod quickly and reached for his hands, placing them on the patio table in front of him. I pushed his shoulders forward, more and more, until he was kind of half leaning over, half laying on the patio table. I grabbed one of the cushions off the adjacent chair and dropped it onto the deck right behind him.
I quickly knelt on the cushion and ran my hands up his firm, muscualr thights. My hands reached his butt, and I gripped one of his cheeks in each. They were so tight! So hard! I kneaded and squeezed for a minute, my eyes gazing at the twin globes.
I gripped his cheeks tightly in my hands and spread them far apart.
There it was!
His little tight back hole, staring straight at me…inches away.
My eyes remained riveted on his tiny opening as I ran my tongue suggestively up the back of his thigh, then back down the other. I felt his legs tense as I repeated the motion a few more times.
I dropped my eyes and could see his balls hanging down between his spread legs. I abandoned his thighs and started licking gently all around his sac. He shuddered.
I continued washing his balls with my tongue for several more moments, then went back to his thighs. He tensed again as I moved higher and higher and started licking up his cheeks, first one, then the other.
I pushed my tongue out and gently licked up and down the top of his crack. I moved back to his balls and lavished them again…back to the top of his crack…back to his balls.
His tiny hole seemed to be talking to me…begging for attention. His hips began a swaying rocking motion as he seemed to be trying to position himself to get my tongue where he wanted it.
I continued my tease, the tip of my tongue coming ever so close to his little opening. I curled my tongue and ever so lightly barely touched the tip against his hole. He jerked.
I quickly moved back to his balls, licking hungrily. His hips were rocking now.
I spread his cheeks even further and my tongue began a long, slow, up and down movement the entire length od his crack. Every time the tip of my tongue would touch his tiny hole, he would jerk. I continued this for several moments, then curled my tongue again, pushing the tip against his opening. I tongued, probed, licked, pushed. I wondered if I could get a little bit of my tongue actually up inside of him.
His hips were humping back against my mouth. It seemed like they were trying to get my tongue inside of him as much as I was.
I continued this delicious feast for a few more minutes, until the rocking of his hips became so harsh I decided it was time to move forward.
I removed my tongue from his butt and stood, leaning forward and grasping both of his wrists. I pulled his hands behind him and placed them on his cheeks.
“Hold yourself open,” I hissed, as I knelt again.
He immediately spread himself, and my eyes were again riveted to his tiny back door. I curled my tongue, pushing it up against his hole as firmly as I could, trying to penetrate. It didn’t really taste like anything, I decided, except…maybe…a guy!
I continued probing his hole with my tongue as I reached one hand up between his legs and grasped his penis. It was already kind of swelling and growing and in a matter of seconds was hard and throbbing. I squeezed it and began stroking as I continued trying to push my curled tongue in and out of his little hole.
I pushed my other hand down inside my bikini bottoms and pushed one finger up inside me, swirling it until it was wet with my juices. I pulled it out and, pulling my face away from his butt, pushed the tip of my wet finger against his channel.
I continued stroking his throbbing penis as I pushed my wet finger a little bit up inside of him. He gasped. His back opening clamped down around my fingertip as I began wiggling it about, relishing the sight of my fingertip disappearing up inside of him.
I stroked his penis faster and I could hear his breathing become raspy, his hips bucking madly.
I stopped both movements abruptly, and pulling my finger from his back hole, grabbed his hips and turned him to face me.
Still kneeling on the chair cuchion, his throbbing penis was now only inches in front of my face. I reached one hand back down into my bikini bottoms, again pushing a finger deep up inside of me. I twirled it around for a moment, then pulled my hand back out of my bottoms.
Reaching between his legs, I cupped his balls in the palm of my hand, and extended the freshly drenched finger, pushing the tip up inside his back opening. He jerked again as I reached up, grasping his penis in a loose fist in my other hand, beginning a slow, rhythmic stroking motion.
I saw a drop of his cream form at the tip of his tiny pee slit, and this time, couldn’t resist.
I pushed my tongue between my lips and leaned forward suggestively.
I paused for just a moment, savoring the anticipation, then leaned forward and collected the tiny droplet on the tip of my tongue. “Salt”, I thought again to myself.
I leaned forward further and began probing his tiny hole with the tip of my tongue, continuing stroking his penis as I began swirling my tongue all around the head of his throbbing hard on.
His hips were starting to buck against me as I wiggled the tip of my finger in his little back channel.
I parted my lips and pulled the swollen head inside my mouth, my tongue swirling, while my hand continued stroking up and down his shaft. I pushed my finger a little further into his back hole, while pushing my mouth forward, drawing more of his penis inside.
I began a gentle sucking motion as I pushed further still. When my lips came in contact with the fingers wrapped around his shaft, I removed my hand and pushed forward again, drawing more of his throbbing organ into the cavity of my mouth.
I felt the head brushing against the roof of my mouth as I continued drawing more and more of him into me. I pushed my finger further into his tiny back door and pushed my face even further forward, feeling the head of his penis start to enter my throat.
I started to gag and paused, remembering my experience with the carrot…the gagging as I had tried to push it all the way inside my mouth and down into my throat. I froze, fighting the gagging sensation, and waited. My finger was still wiggling in his back side, and my tongue was still lavishing all around his throbbing penis as I waited patiently for my throat to relax and accept the welcome intruder.
I moved my free hand back down inside my bikini bottoms and began stroking up and down my slit as I pushed my mouth a little further, feeling his engorged head move past the back of my mouth and into my throat.
I pushed one, then two fingers, up inside me as I pushed my mouth forward a bit more, feeling my lips brush against his wiry pubic hair.
“Oh my God!” I thought, “I’ve got the whole thing inside my mouth!”
I just held that position for a moment, my lips buried in his hair, the entire length of his throbbing penis in my mouth and throat, and removed my fingers from my sopping channel, beginning a slow circular motion around my aroused hard clit, torturing the little magic button.
I pulled my head back, releasing the shaft of his organ, until just the head remained in my mouth. I tasted another little drop of salt, and knew another droplet of his cream had made its way to the tip of his tiny pee hole.
I pushed forward again, slowly engulfing more and more of him until I again felt my lips brush his hair. I pulled my head back again, leaving only his head between my lips, and stopped there for a moment, running my tongue furiously all over and around his penis tip, probing again at his tiny pee hole.
The fingers on my clit were moving faster now, and I pushed my finger deeper inside his back opening, wiggling furiously.
I began a slow motion, taking his penis all the way into my mouth and throat, then slowly withdrawing until only the head remained. The fingers on both of my hands were moving faster and I felt the beginning of another orgasm approaching as my head fell into a steady rythm, my lips moving back and forth on his throbbing hard on. After several of these in and out motions, the gagging sensation in my throat disappeared, and I found that I really liked the sensation of his penis filling not only my mouth, but trying to get deeper into my throat.
As the finger movements on my clit started moving faster still, I pushed the finger in his little back hole all the way in, wiggling it around, and heard him start moaning. His hips were rocking steadily against my eager mouth, forcing himself into me, and the palm cupping his balls felt them twitch, then start to tighten and contract. I knew he was close.
My clit was on fire as I felt my own orgasm start to build, my finger now flying furiously. I could feel his penis throbbing. I moved my head back and forth faster and faster, tightening my lips around his shaft as I felt the first beginning waves of my own come start to overtake me.
I felt his penis twitch, and jammed my face all the way forward, mashing my lips against his pubic hair. I felt the head of him plunge into my throat…and jerk.
I felt him squirt. I could feel his hot cream shooting straight down my throat as he spasmed once, twice, a third time. His tiny back hole clamped down tightly on my invading finger.
My fingertip was wildly mauling my clit…I was so close.
The squirting stopped, and he seemed frozen. The head of his penis was still lodged in my throat as he let out a long sigh.
His body went limp as my finger tried desperately to get me over the edge, my own hips rocking and bucking, wanting to…needing to…come.
He began to soften in my mouth and I got even more frantic. Mashing my fingertip against my clit, I pummeled it. Almost…so close…not yet…almost there…
He pulled his penis out of my mouth.
He leaned back against the table, still breathing heavily, his chest heaving. I looked up at him, wondering if the frustration I felt was apparent in my eyes.
I pulled my finger out of his tight little back hole, and gave up mauling my clit…this was just apparently not my time.
I looked up at him, disappointed and frustrated at the same time.
“Disappointed?” I thought to myself.
Frustrated…definitely. But disappointed?
Then it hit me. I had made a big mistake. When I had felt him start to come, I had jammed my mouth down over the entire length of his penis, burying the head deep in my throat. When he came and squirted, he had shot it straight down my throat, not into my mouth. I never got to taste him.
“Well,” I thought to myself, “A lesson learned…I won’t make the same mistake the next time…”
My mood brightened immediately as I realized that this party was just starting to warm up…
(To be continued…)
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