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Naked in the night

It had been a hot day. Even now in the evening the temperature had dropped only a little.
A slight breeze ruffled the curtains at the open window as Yvonne and Rob prepared for bed.
Yvonne, just out of the shower, had the slightest hint of lightly perfumed soap about her fresh, smooth skin.
She slipped her tiny nightie over her shoulders, letting the delicate, pale pink, semi-see through garment fall lightly over her body.
Making a bow of the ribbon tie at the front of the nightie, she next pulled a pair of very brief, matching pink panties up over her slender legs.
Rob looked at his wife, the beautiful little nightie showing a good amount of Yvonne’s small, white breasts temptingly visible courtesy of the way that she’d only loosely tied the front of the nightie together.
His eye roamed down to the tiny panties that his wife wore, then down her so sexy legs.
His cock swelled and swung out before him.
He glanced at the window with the curtains still wide open. He thrilled at the thought that anyone looking from outside, would be able to see his lovely, sexy wife as she moved about the room.
A notion came to his mind, and giving Yvonne a cuddle and a kiss, he suggested that they go outside for a while.
Rob slipped on a shirt and pulled on his pants but when his wife looked to put something more modest on, he told her to go as she was.
Opening the door, they stepped from their holiday apartment.
Glancing at the neighbouring units, Rob noted many open windows and doors as the occupants tried to find some cooling air. Some windows were lit by the lights inside. The sound of a TV in one house competing with soft musical strains from another. Now and then the sound of voices and laughter could be heard from one of the many lit windows nearby.
Immediately in front of the apartment, Rob and Yvonne were in shadow. It would be unlikely that they could be seen if anyone should be outside and looking about. Once away from that protective shadow though, they would be in the open with just a few bushes dotted about the small patch of lawn, and a nearby streetlamp throwing its light on the general area.
Rob took his wife’s hand and went to lead her forward.
Yvonne pulled back and giggled as she exclaimed that she couldn’t go out dressed as she was.
Rob persisted in his attempt to lead her out into the open, telling her that she looked beautiful and sexy.
“But what would anyone think if I should be seen,” she exclaimed.
“They’d think that you were a fabulous little sex pot,” her husband laughed. “Besides,” he added, “no one here knows us anyway.”
Yvonne laughed happily, enjoying the thought that she should be described as a fabulous little sex pot.
It was true for both of them that they always felt more inclined to be sexually adventurous when away from home on holidays. At such times any immoral act would be unlikely to find its way back home to be a subject for gossip.
Rob pulled gently on his wife’s hand, and this time Yvonne let herself be led out of the shadow and onto the lawn at the front of the unit.
“Oh my God,” she giggled, “I hope that no one is going to see me dressed like this.”
Yvonne allowed herself to be led right to the front of the lawn, adjacent to the pavement.
“Oh, what would anyone think of me,” she again exclaimed in her excitement.
This time her husband answered much more explicitly. “They’d think that you were a dirty little slut,” he said.
Yvonne giggled and agreed that they really would think that of her.
Rob held his wife and kissed her lovingly, letting his hands roam over her breasts and down onto her cunt.
His hand slipped down the front of her panties, over the closely cropped pubic hair. He found the wet slipperiness of her cunt, and, knowing that his wife’s cunt always became so wet and slippery whenever she was sexually excited, he knew that she was now ready to be led further in this sexy game.
Yvonne nervously glanced about her, ready to flee back indoors should anyone appear.
Her husband too, glanced about and then tugged the ribbon tie of his wife’s sexy little garment so that it came undone and the front of the little nightie fell open, fully revealing Yvonne’s breasts.
Yvonne gave a little squeal of surprise as she clutched at her nightie. Rob took her hands and moved them to her sides, letting the nightie fall open showing her nakedness underneath.
Yvonne pretended to be flustered and embarrassed, but in truth she was greatly excited at being even more exposed in this public place.
“Who’s this dirty little whore showing herself off in public,” her husband teasingly laughed as he led her onto the actual pavement and walked her up and down.
Yvonne giggled and felt a trickle of juice run down the inside of her thigh.
“What a dirty little harlot,” her husband continued mockingly. “Perhaps she’ll take her panties off next, and show her cunt to everyone.”
With this, Rob hooked his fingers in the waistband of his wife’s panties and made to slide them down over her hips.
“Oh darling! I can’t!” Yvonne exclaimed, giggling merrily and clutching at her panties.
“C’mon, you know you really want to be a dirty little whore,” her husband urged.
Yvonne held onto her panties for just a moment, then, her body filled with surging lust, she let her hands fall away and her husband quickly slid her tiny, pink panties down over her legs.
The very short hemline of the nightie, trimmed with delicate lace depicting little pink hearts in a white lace surround, came to just on a line with Yvonne’s hips. Now the lower half of her ass cheeks could be seen, while at the front she was totally naked from her feet to her exposed cunt, up over her firm belly, right up between the gaping front of her nightie to her exposed breasts.
“What a filthy little slut you are,” her husband said in such an admiring and appreciative tone.
Yvonne had long ago found out that males were not all of the romanic type that she’d read of in trashy novels while still a schoolgirl.
Her explorations on the internet had soon opened her eyes to the fact that many men had great admiration for women who flirted with immorality and perverted sexual games.
She’d been amazed at, and had taken quite some time to understand the fact that some men had a great desire to degrade and defile the one that they loved so dearly.
Yvonne had come to realize that her husband was one of that latter type, and she had rapidly come to realize that it suited her own sexuality to be exactly the sort of woman that he desired her to be.
For Rob’s part, if he had loved his wife so dearly when they had first married, he now loved her so much more that she played the game and let him defile her purity and chastity. The fact too, that Yvonne outwardly appeared so modest and decent, added a delicious wickedness to the times when he pushed her towards acting like a whore and a slut.
The sounds from the surrounding houses and holiday apartments continued to drift on the still night air.
Their holiday unit was just fifty yards or so from the beach road,where an occasional car cruised by.
The sound of waves on the wide, sandy beach made a pleasantly relaxing background just audible when one listened for it.
Another car could be heard slowly driving on the beach road. Suddenly, unexpectedly, the car slowed at the corner and began to swing into the road in which our two lovers stood.
Yvonne gasped and could do nothing more that clutch at her husband and try to conceal herself behind him.
The car came by them and began to accelerate along the road, the driver apparently not having noticed them as he’d followed the beam of the car’s headlights which had illuminated the far side of the road.
Yvonne laughed and relaxed once more, the nervous panic that had suddenly gripped her dissipating as rapidly as it had come.
Rob was filled with very different emotions – emotions of increasing lust and excitement. He now had his eyes firmly studying a semi-darkened doorway at the front of one of the houses opposite.
The reason for this great interest being that as the passing car had turned the corner, its headlights had briefly swept across the far side of the street. In that brief glow of brilliance which had lit the buildings, Rob had noticed two men standing in a doorway, and very definitely looking directly across the road to where he and Yvonne were standing.
Rob, taking his wife’s hand, led her from the pavement out onto the road.
Yvonne, still believing they were unobserved, sexily and laughingly allowed herself to be led.
Across the road to the far gutter they progressed. You could say that Yvonne was not only physically heading towards the gutter, but figuratively speaking, was morally heading towards the gutter as well.
The couple stepped from the road to the far pavement. Yvonne was so busy nervously glancing to left and right, that she still had not seen the shadowy figures watching from their dark vantage point.
Now Yvonne was no more that fifteen yards from the two men.
Rob stood slightly behind his wife and eased the sides of her unfastened nightie well open so as to fully display her naked body to the men. He cupped his wife’s small breasts to highlight them, then slid his hands down his wife’s body and stroked the insides of her thighs before fondling her cunt.
The two men had in fact been watching Rob and Yvonne from the very first moment that they had appeared outside their unit. The men had been sitting on their doorstep enjoying the night air rather than the warm stuffiness inside the house. They had seen the couple appear, and had looked admiringly at Yvonne in her very brief and sexy little nightie.
The men had seen Yvonne’s slight reluctance to venture out into the open. They’d thrilled when they saw the man undo the front of the woman’s nightie and expose her breasts, and when they saw the man take the woman’s panties down, they’d both immediately risen to their feet to obtain the very best view and to stroke their hardening cocks.
The men had thought to conceal themselves when they’d seen the couple approaching across the road towards them. They’d been certain that if their presence was detected by either of the couple, then the woman at least would flee back across the street, and that would be the end to this very sexy display that the men were so enjoying.
It was incredible that the couple, rather than go straight across the street, were moving at a slight angle as if they were intent on ending up right before where the men stood. It slowly came upon the men’s understanding that, in actual fact, the guy who was intent on leading the woman in their direction, seemed to be looking at them. Had he seen them? Was he in fact showing the woman off to them? It became more and more apparent that he actually was.
Once the couple stood out on the pavement before the men’s house, and the man began fully displaying the slut’s body to them, there could be no further doubt. The thing was though, that the woman still appeared to be completely oblivious to the fact that she was being exhibited.
Both men now had their substantial cocks out and were slowly stroking them as they lustfully viewed the lovely slut who was being so lewdly and wonderfully displayed.
Rob now grasped his wife’s arms just a little more firmly as he stood behind her.
“Look straight ahead darling,” he whispered.
Yvonne, smiling and thinking that this was some further game, let her gaze look dreamily forward.
“Look at the doorway,” her husband was telling her at the very moment that her gaze encountered the two men standing there.
Yvonne gave a little shriek and her automatic reaction was to flee back to their apartment. This action was thwarted by her husband’s firm grip.
Yvonne half struggled, her eyes fastened upon the two men.
A part of her mind told her to flee, this was the part conditioned by her chaste upbringing – but the other part of her mind was taking in the gorgeous, big, hard cocks that the men were stroking. This part of her mind told her that she would soon be touching and licking and sucking those wonderful cocks, that they would soon be filling her body as they fucked her. She stopped struggling and stood looking, shamefully aware that her nakedness was fully exposed to the men’s view.
Yvonne felt her husband’s gentle forward pressure behind her. She took a step forward. Then another as her husband, still holding her firmly, pressed forth.
Closer to the men – just a matter of nine or ten yards.
Yvonne felt her husband easing her nightie, which was concealing very little anyway, off her shoulders. It fell to the ground. She was naked.
Yvonne lowered her gaze in shameful embarrassment as her husband led her right up to the men.
Her gaze, while unable to look into the men’s faces, was now directed towards their magnificent hard cocks. She lusted for them. She wanted them. She couldn’t wait to be fucked and to suck those gorgeous, gorgeous cocks.
Her mind was in a whirl. She heard her husband offering her to the men. She was now being mauled, touched, fondled, her most intimate places being explored.
Yvonne’s head was still lowered in embarrassment. Those gorgeous, hard cocks kept brushing against her thighs. She longed for them. She couldn’t wait any longer. Should she touch them? Should she fondle them as the men were fondling her? Would she look a slut if she touched them? She didn’t care, her hands lightly took a cock in each. They felt so good, so hard, so lovely. She squatted down and moved her mouth to the hard, round, swollen head of one of the cocks. She pressed her slightly parted lips onto the end, then pressing forward, eased her mouth slowly over its superbly solid length.
“Fuck! The slut’s definitely ready for it,” she heard one of the guys say.
She felt her head being firmly held and her mouth being fucked by that wonderful, hard cock slipping between her lips and sliding right to the back of her throat.
“Let’s get the slut into the bedroom,” a different voice said, and she was pulled off the cock and taken into the darkened house.
The men led the way to the bedroom.
Yvonne now felt a fresh bout of embarrassment as the electric light came on and she was thoroughly surveyed by the men.
“Fuck! You’re lovely,” one of the men told her.
Yvonne raised her eyes to his face and smiled sweetly.
Around and around, turned this way and that. Yvonne was studied, touched explored. Her legs, thighs, belly, breasts, arms, neck and head – nothing escaped attention. She was turned, bent over, made to squat, stood up again with legs apart, then with one leg up on the bed, her pussy felt and fingered, her breasts pushed this way and that. She felt like an animal at the livestock market being inspected prior to sale, all of which made Yvonne more and more embarrassed but more and more lustfully excited.
In reality the inspection lasted no more than a minute before Yvonne was made to kneel on all fours and she felt hands gripping her hips and a cock gliding easily up into her slippery pussy.
“Ah! What a fabulous cunt,” she heard the guy groan lustfully as his cock sunk its full length into her pussy.
At the same time the other guy had positioned himself before her, and taking a firm grip of her head, his cock slipped into her eager mouth.
Pushing her tongue just slightly forward so that it covered her lower teeth, and keeping her mouth just slightly opened so that her upper lip was pressed back over her upper teeth, Yvonne worked with tongue and lips, sucking her cheeks in to form a soft, fuckable pout with her mouth.
She sucked and sucked, pressing her head forward each time the guy pressed his cock forward so that the cock slid in right to the back of her throat.
Regulating her breath so that she held it each time the cock probed the entrance to her throat, Yvonne was able to stay from gagging, and soon had the guy moaning and panting as his cock and balls came to the point of pouring forth his semen into her mouth.
“Oooorrrrr fuuuuuuck,” the guy groaned in an absolute ecstasy of lust as he pulled his cock from Yvonne’s mouth so as not to cum too soon.
“Fuck! What a fabulous fucking cock sucker,” he groaned. “I’ve never known anything like it before.”
He rested a moment to regain his composure, and then once more began to fuck Yvonne’s mouth.
It only took a minute and once more he was moaning and groaning as his balls felt about to pump his cum out with such velocity that it would have surely drowned the slut.
Again he pulled away before he reached the point of pumping his cum forth.
Yvonne looked up at him during each of these pauses. She was panting with lust as she thrilled to the gorgeous, big, hard cock that was plunging in and out of her now sloppy pussy. The cock slurped in and out making obscene sounds as it slid through the slippery mucus which was literally dribbling from Yvonne’s vagina.
She panted and made soft moaning noises of delight at the fabulous treatment she was receiving.
She held her mouth open, licking her lips and wanting the cock to come back to continue her mouth fucking.
“Are you ready,” she asked in a soft, sweet, and sexy voice as she looked up at the guy before her.
“Fuck! You’re a real fucking nympho aren’t you,” the guy exclaimed as he slowly regained enough composure to once more enter her eagerly awaiting mouth.
Yvonne sucked his cock into her mouth, sucking and using her tongue to full effect on the underside of the fabulous thick penis.
Surely I’m not really a nympho, she thought to herself as she lovingly sucked at the cock.
She considered how sometimes, on rare occasions, her husband and her went for two or three days without fucking – that’s not like being a nympho she thought to herself.
Admittedly she did masturbate a lot, usually not more than once or twice a day though. She quickly let these thoughts drift from her mind as she lusted and fucked with the two men.
What delight Yvonne felt as the big, hard cock slid relentlessly in and out, in and out of her pussy. It was longer and thicker than her husband’s and she really appreciated the extra size, feeling it stretching her so that she felt wonderfully filled by the cock, and with the head of that cock that she so adored, just now and again pressing lightly against the wall of her uterus deep, deep within her as it all but bottomed out in her lusting, dribbling, and so receptive pussy. At the same time she had the lustful delight of being continually face fucked by the second of those two magnificent cocks that were so beautifully abusing her body.
Yvonne rocked back and forth, continually shoved this way and that by the huge, hard cocks that continued on and on fucking and fucking her pussy and mouth. The men’s hands kept mauling her naked body, feeling her breasts, feeling her pussy, sliding over her soft, smooth skin to explore every part of her.
Lust filled her mind and her body. She listened to the men panting and grunting as they lusted over and in her. This was no more than crude, debauched, lustful, sex with the two men satisfying their animal desires to dominate and to fuck. Yvonne herself was in a delirium of corrupt, wanton indulgence of her excessive sexual appetite.
Just half an hour earlier, Yvonne had never laid eyes on these men. She knew not their names nor anything about them. She had barely even glimpsed their faces and yet here they were fucking and fucking and fucking her – and she wanted it, she cared not what or who they were, she just craved for their gorgeous cocks to keep fucking and abusing her for ever.
The two guys swapped position and Yvonne next had the guy’s cock all covered with her pussy slime entering her mouth. She sucked it lovingly.
“Wait until Charlie and Ziggy hear about this'” the guy mounting into Yvonne’s pussy laughed to his mate.
Yvonne’s husband immediately took interest and asked about these two men that had been mentioned.
Being told that they were two guys staying in the next door apartments, Rob asked if he should go and bring them to join in fucking his wife.
The two guys agreed that he should, and so Robert, excitedly eager to have his wife fucked and degraded to the fullest extent possible, hurried off leaving his wife being fucked cunt and mouth.
Finding the apartment that he’d been directed to, Rob told the guys that their friends in the house next door, had a dirty slut who was turning it on, and that they’d asked Rob to let them know that they could join in if they wished.
It turned out that the only hesitation the guys had, was caused by the fact that they had a couple of their mates with them at the time.
“That’s not a worry,” Rob exclaimed, excitedly solving the problem for them, “bring them along too. The slut that they’ve got in there is such a dirty fucking whore that she’ll take on any number of you.
Moments later Rob was eagerly and lustfully leading the group of four men into the house where his wife Yvonne was being so thoroughly abused.
Yvonne was stunned when the chatter of these four new guys suddenly filled the room as they entered. That made six men – seven counting her husband Rob!
The newcomers quickly stripped naked to reveal their hard, lust filled cocks all ready to fuck this slut’s every body opening. They eagerly gathered around her and six pairs of hands where soon mauling her all over.
Soon Yvonne had two new cocks entering her mouth and pussy, then two more as the men constantly swapped position first fucking her sloppy cunt, then her so delightful mouth, then mauling her breasts, her belly, her thighs, her ass.
Soon her ass was being fingered by man after man as she continued to be cunt and mouth fucked.
The natural progression then, was for her to have her ass fucked as well as pussy and mouth.
She laughingly squatted down onto one guy’s cock as he held it erect and ready for her ass to slide down over its hard, lust gorged length. Leaning back onto her elbows and forearms, Yvonne then brought her knees up and apart so that the next guy could get in and continue fucking her pussy.
Having those two cocks wonderfully penetrating her two lower holes, Yvonne tipped her head back in preparation for a cock to plunge down her gullet.
Yvonne was gagging and choking, tears coming to her eyes as a cock plunged vigorously in and out of her mouth and right down into her actual throat.
She could feel the cocks rampant in her pussy and ass. She could feel them stretching her, especially the one in her bottom. She could feel them both deep within her body, pushing up each canal and almost rubbing together with only the thin membrane wall separating her two fuck tubes.
Yvonne’s body was surging with lustful sensations as she hovered so desperately close to orgasm.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, her mouth was filled with gooey cum as the cock began to pump spurt after spurt of its cum forth.
Yvonne lustfully slid her tongue around and around in the mucky stuff. Licking it about and tasting it as she swallowed it down.
The cock, still quite hard, slid slowly from between her lips. The guy’s cock then slapped heavily across her cheeks a few times before wiping the last remaining globs of white cum over her face.
Yvonne smiled up at the man, lightly moving her lips in a sexy kissing motion towards him.
No time for more of that though. Another cock was immediately filling her mouth. Yvonne sucked the new cock and licked lovingly, lustfully, sluttishly.
Yvonne loved this attention. She was the centre of the men’s world at that moment.
Vaguely she thought that she heard her husband asking the guy’s if they knew of any others who might want to use her. In her lust she would have taken any number of men who might come to fuck and use her.
Pussy and ass were both cummed in, making them sloppy and messy for the next cocks to enter, and enter they did. Once more Yvonne had three cocks fucking her mouth, pussy and bottom.
She was deliriously happy with this treatment. She responded to every shove of every cock, all the time wanting to satisfy every lustful move of the men.
Her brain was not consciously thinking of anything other than the wonderful cocks which were fucking her, yet somehow she slowly became aware that her husband was no longer there. She didn’t care. She had everything she could ever want.
She’d no sooner made this discovery about her husband, than he entered the room with another four men, all looking eagerly and expectantly into the room at the scene of such absolute debauchery.
This new group of men quickly began to strip so as to get their share of this depraved, perverted harlot.
The incredible orgy of moral corruption went on and on with Yvonne being fucked and fucked and fucked, continually, degradingly, used as no more than a living thing for the purpose of satisfying the men’s lustful desires.
Mouthful after mouthful of gooey semen she consumed.
Cuntload after cuntload of adulterous sperm filled her pussy and her bottom until every cock had satisfied themselves, some even using her more than once.
Yvonne lay there naked, fucked, hair dishevelled with cum matting it into a tacky mess. Her face with white cum dribbling down over it. Her pussy and ass oozing cum along with her own juices.
She was panting, exhausted, so wonderfully happy. She heard talk of tomorrow when there would be even more men to fuck her. She dreamily looked forward to more of the men’s lecherous treatment.

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I Got My Girl

This story is about best friends confessing their love for each other, ending in hot hot sex 😉

MY COLONOSCOPY (Humor)

Dedicated to fellow writer Clarise.
Dear reader; this non-erotic short story is my first attempt at writing humor. If you want a little chuckle read on and then leave a comment to let me know what you think of my effort. If you are looking for something a little more sexually salacious, you might want to look at another offering and then come back when you are in the mood for humor.
In support and in solidarity, I dedicate this story to my friend and fellow writer, Clarise, who recently had one of her stories deleted. My Colonoscopy:
by Hardrive
After several weeks of complaining about stomach discomfort and constipation, my wife Rita got tired of my belly aching and called her fudge-packing brother for advice. That made a lot of sense. After all, who better to ask about asshole problems than your queer brother? Woops, did I say queer? I meant to say Homo-American. Anyway, Rita said her brother recommended I go see a gastroenterologist for a full evaluation.
“What?” I asked, “An ass-hole-enter what? That doesn’t even sound like a real doctor. It’s probably some kind of voodoo fag doctor.”
“No, you homophobic ignore-anus” came Rita’s cynical reply. “A gas-tro-enter-ologist, is a doctor that specializes in disorders of the digestive system. My brother is a well regarded general practitioner and if he says you should have a full evaluation of your intestinal track, that’s exactly what you’re going to do. It’s high time someone looks up your stupid ass to see what kind of problems you’ve got brewing up there.”
“Oh, really,” I said, mocking her sarcastic tone, “Since you insist I need to have my colon examined by a doctor, I guess you’re finally ready to admit you’ve been wrong about me all these years.” Rita’s perplexed expression indicated that she had no idea what I was talking about, so I explained. “You’re always saying that I have my head stuck up my ass.” Rita nodded in agreement. “Well,” I said with a smug smile, “if my head was really up my ass why would we need to hire a doctor to see what’s wrong… I could see it for myself.”
I thought that was hilarious, so I slapped my wife’s butt and did a little victory jig while laughing my head off. Rita wasn’t amused.
“Oh, you can’t take it when I get the upper hand.” I started to mock her. “You think you and that fairy brother of yours are so much smarter than me. Just ‘cause I don’t have a fancy college education don’t mean that I can’t tell when you’re trying to pull my leg. There is no such thing as an ass-hole-enter-whatever, So, go ahead and make an appointment with your made-up doctor. I dare you.” Rita just gave me an icy stare, smiled and walked away.
A week later we were sitting at the doctor’s office listening to him explain why I needed to have a colonoscopy. I told the doc I’ve never heard of a cola-ass-copy and had no idea what he was talking about. The doctor picked up a book with full color illustrations and used it to thoroughly explain the procedure. Pointing to the interior of the large intestine he indicated the areas that he wanted to examine and photograph.
Nodding thoughtfully, I pretended to understand what he was talking about and asked a question or two that was intended to display my advanced knowledge of medical terms. “Will you be using an x-ray camera or an MIR to photograph my inners?
The doctor smiled. “No, we use a flexible hose to guild a miniature camera through your anus and into the full length of your large intestine.” Then he showed me a picture of a little camera attached to a very long black hose.
Hell no! I said to myself. I won’t even let my family doctor check my prostate, so there was no way this joker was going to shove a big old hose up my ass. Looking around the office I spotted the door, popped up out of my seat and began to vigorously shake the doctor’s hand while I thank him profusely for wonderful presentation. The doctor seemed confused and tired to interrupt me several times but I just continued to pump his hand while backing up towards the door. My plan was working just fine and I actually got to openthe door open and had one foot over the threshold before my wife decided to intervene.
Now at this point I’d like to pause to give my male readers some advice. Never marry a stout, red headed woman of Italian-Irish descent. That combination gives them a split personality that makes Bruce Banner’s transformation into the Hulk look like a mild eccentricity. In public she tries to maintain the illusion that she is the devoted wife and I’m the boss in our relationship… but in reality she calls all the shots and only lets me do what she wants me to do.
In public she always agrees with me but she uses a code to let me know what she really wants. Whenever she smiles and says ‘Yes dear’ while putting the accent on the ‘yes’ but elongating the ‘dear,’ that means that if I even think about doing what I want, she’ll make my life a living hell. And let me tell you, when my wife says ‘living hell’ she’s not talking about Dante’s little cake walk through the seven levels of the fiery pit. She’s talking about providing me with my own personal apocalypse. Believe me, when it comes to pursuing a vengeful agenda, my wife puts Captain Ahab to shame.
In this case she was determined that I was going to have that colonoscopy, so she moved quickly to intercept me at the door. Putting her arm around me in a very loving way, she smiled at the doctor while she worked her hand under my coat and up to my neck. Putting me in her version of the Vulcan death grip, Rita paralyzed my body. When the doctor noticed that my expression suddenly went blank, he asked if there was something wrong. All I could do was move my head left to right as Rita manipulated the back of my neck. When he asked if he could schedule my procedure, I wanted to say hell no but I found myself nodding ‘yes.’ Then, when the doctor smiled and said goodbye, Rita squeezed the nerves in my neck so hard that my pained grimmest looked like I was smiling back.
By the time we left the doctor’s office, I was feeling dizzy. Leaning against Rita, we walked over to the discharge nurse who gave us the doctor’s instructions and a prescription for a product called ‘Koli-Kleen.’ The nurse said I was to drink two doses of Koli-kleen the night prior to the colonoscopy. What she didn’t tell us was that using that product was going to be, without doubt, the most gruesome part of the whole procedure.
I didn’t know it then but a week after my colonoscopy I did a google search and found that Koli-Kleen is sold in the United States as a prescription laxative, but it was originally developed during world war two by the Gestapo. The Germans called it Magen-buster and used it to get prisoners to voluntarily run into gas chambers they mislabeled “Latrines.” After the war, the Russians developed the formula into a WMD or Weapon of Mass Defecation. When the cold war ended, the KBG sold the formula to the CIA who used it in Guantanamo as an interrogation aid. It was reported that the CIA had a lot of success getting even the most resistant terrorist to literally spill their guts, but when the UN found it was being used on the prisoners, they banned its use as inhumane and a serious breach of the Geneva Convention.
Considering the nefarious history of this product, it was beyond my comprehension how any Pharmaceutical Company could get it approved by the FDA for sale to the American public. But then I saw the outrages price on the insurance company’s invoice and my question was answered.
I was totally ignorant of all that before the colonoscopy so I spent the week prior to the procedure nervously worrying about the ‘big fat hose’ and never gave a second thought to the hellish experience that awaited me on the night before.
When the time came for me to get ready, I read the instructions. Step one said that 12 hours prior to the colonoscopy I shouldn’t take any solid foods by mouth. That kind of confused me since taking solid foods by mouth was the only way I knew how to do that. Anyway, by supper time I was pretty hungry so the wife suggested I try some chicken broth. I love chicken soup but chicken broth was a big disappointment. It is nothing more than hot salty water with a little food coloring. The only chicken you’ll find in chicken broth is the word “chicken” printed on the box.
But I digress… the second step was to try and drink the first dose of Koli-Kleen. I say try because the stuff tastes like industrial grade toilet cleaner. The pharmacist recommended the lemon flavored product but I can tell you right now that the lemon flavoring in that noxious concoction does absolutely nothing to mask its totally disgusting taste. In fact, to this day I still can’t look at a lemon without getting the dry heaves.
The instructions warned that After drinking the first dose I might experience some gastric discomfort followed by a loose bowel movement. That was a gross understatement. What the instructions should have said was that after taking Koli-Kleen, my guts would heave, toss and turn like a small boat caught in a typhoon and that shortly thereafter, everything in my stomach would simultaneously attempt to abandon ship through the stern of my little brown boat.
Holy Crap, that stuff works fast. It may not be written on the box but I believe that one of Koli-Kleen’s chief ingredients is rocket fuel. I say that because when that stuff kicks in, your colon ignites and the full content of your alimentary canal is explosively jettisoned out of your ass with such force that, unless you hold on to the toilet seat, it’s possible that your body could be propelled into low earth orbit.
Needless to say, I spent the whole night sitting on the toilet and nervously waiting for the many intestinal eruptions that followed. Whenever I felt my gut begin to rumble I shut my eyes, held on to the toilet seat and did a short count-down as my rocket powered ass violently sprayed whatever was in my guts into the crapper.
This went on for hours until my intestines were totally empty and I had nothing more to give. By then it was time to drink the second round of Koli-Kleen, and to my absolute amazement, the process started all over again. I couldn’t believe it possible that there was anything left in me to expel, but apparently I was wrong.
My only explanation for this extraordinary phenomenon is that the second dose of Koli-Kleen must have the ability to tap into the spiritual realm, locate my long dead ancestors and channel the festering content of their ancient intestines through my flaming ass-hole and into the commode.
And that leads us to a subject that isn’t covered by the Koli-Kleen instructions. I’m talking about the smell. Oh my god the smell is incredible.
Let’s face it, you can’t flush out the rotting content of someone’s intestine without creating some serious atmospheric pollution. You’re probably going to think I’m exaggerating but things got so bad at my house, that I actually saw lines of staggering insects abandoning the residence. I also witness our house plants literally wither and die right before my eyes. Even the plastic plants keeled over. Rita could attested to all this but she barricaded herself in the guestroom, stuffed towels into the crack under the door, and refused to come out until it was time to go to the clinic.
Needless to say, by the end of the evening I was exhausted. All that running back and forth to the bathroom left my legs feeling like the rubbery limbs of a punch drunk boxer, and my asshole like the business end of a blow torch. That night, after pushing several ice cubes up my raw pucker, I finally passed out and slept like a very tired and dehydrated baby.
The next morning my wife got me up at what is known in military time as “oh five hundred hours.” The “oh” stands for; “Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s still dark.” Anyway, when we arrived at the clinic we thought, since they wanted us there at the crack of dawn, that they intended to begin the procedure right away. We were wrong. Instead they had us filling out forms for hours. The frustrating part is that they had me answering questions I’ve already answered hundreds of times before. What the hell do they do with all that information? Obviously they don’t keep it or they wouldn’t need to ask the same dam questions over and over again.
When I was finished with the questioner the nurse brought in the consent form and asked me to sign. After looking it over I told her that I couldn’t possible sign it. She asked me why and I told her that just over the signature line there was a statement that said that I understood and agreed to all the terms, conditions and provisions stated therein. The document was twelve pages long and written in a Pig-Latin dialect of legalize that was so convoluted and incomprehensible that even my lawyer’s lawyer couldn’t have understood it.
The nurse looked at me and smiled. Then she told me I could take all the time I needed to read the consent forms and I didn’t have to sign them until I fully understood what I was signing. However, she quickly added that if I didn’t have the form signed within the next five minutes she would have to reschedule my procedure.
That’s all she had to say. It took me about five seconds to sign the release and hand it to her. There was no way I was going to reschedule the colonoscopy knowing full well that I would have to go through the same gut-draining pre-procedure I went through the night before. I think the clinic counts on that reaction and that’s why they ask you to sign the consent form after you’ve had the Koli-Kleen experience.
A half hour after I finished the paper work, a very fruity looking male nurse named Hector, came for me. He gave my wife a wink, put his hand on my shoulder and walked around me without taking his hand off my body. Then he asked her a question in a very swishy Spanish accent. “Is this jew hombre?” My wife nodded while trying to contain a very smug smile. Hector returned her smile and said, “Ay que Lindo.” And they both began to giggle as Hector put his hand through my arm and walked me down the clinic’s main corridor. “Don jew warry lindo,” he said as he snuggled up to me. “I will take berry good car of jew.”
Looking over my shoulder I made eye contact with my wife and with a sorrowful and plaintiff gaze I pleaded for her help, but Rita just smiled. It seemed to me that she was enjoying my predicament because all she did was hold up a box of Kolie-Kleen and gave me a looked that seemed to said… ‘are you sure you want to reschedule the procedure?
It was a long and uncomfortable walk to the prep-room, and when we got there Hector released my arm and handed me a plastic bag. He instructed me to go into a little room that had a curtain instead of a door. He asked me to take off all my clothes and put them in the bag. Then he handed me one of those hospital gowns. You know… the kind that is designed to strip you of all your dignity and make you feel more exposed and venerable then you’ve ever felt before.
After putting on the gown I noticed that my ass was hanging out of the back. Try as I might, I couldn’t stretch the cloth to cover my exposed behind. That’s when I saw Hector peeking through the curtains. The pervert was staring at my ass but when he saw me looking at him he smiled and asked if I was ready. Then he pushed a wheel chair into the room and with a big grin he patted the bench and told me to put my cute little tushie into the seat.
There was no way I was going to turn my bare bottom towards that flaming fruitcake so I just stood there looking at him. That’s when Hector decided to come around from behind the chair to help me get into the seat. It was more likely that he wanted to help himself into my seat, so as he approached, I clutched the back of my hospital gown and slowly backed away. Hector kept advancing and I kept retreating so we went around and around that wheelchair until I finally saw an opportunity to safely sit down.
The fruity nurse laughed, his very girly laugh, and called me a crazy gringo as he pushed my wheelchair into another room. There he tied a rubber tourniquet around my arm and tried to put an I.V. needle into the back of my hand. It only took him five tries, and while I would have normally fainted after the second attempt, there was no way I was going to allow myself to pass out while I was alone in the room with him. This was especially true after he started talking about the procedure. With a faraway and dreamy look in his eyes, he described the length and girth of the hose the doctor would be using… and then he said, “El doc-tor wheel e’put it in jew ass nice and e’slow. He wheel go in deeper and deeper. Ay bandito, It’z so beautiful I juice want to e’cry every time I thing about it.”
If I had any doubt about Hector’s sexual orientation, after listening to him describe the procedure, all my doubts were gone. Hector was what I called a real Granola Bar; flaky, fruity and nuts.
“listen up, Hector.” I said with my most manly voice. “There is no way that I am going to have sex with you.”
“What?” Hector said with a genuine look of surprise. Giving me a very stern look and with a very indignant voice he continued. “Is dat what jew ting? Will jew are so rung. Having sex wit jew is da last ting on my mine. DA LAST TING! No senor. First jew will half to ax me to dinner, and den to a show and den after dat….”
“Read my lips Hector… No Way!!!”
Hector looked disappointed so he changed the subject and asked me if I had taken the Koli-Kleen as proscribed. My revolted expression and the cold shiver that ran up and down my spine leaving my puckered face quivering with a look of pure disgust, told him all he needed to know.
“O’ I si, no juan e’toll jew?” The blank expression on my face let him know I had no idea what the hell he was talking about, so he went on. “Jew can e’take un poco de Tequila before jew drink that sheet. Dat e’helps it e’go down mucho more ezy.”
As soon as I figured out what he was trying to say, a light bulb went on over my head. What a great idea. I had a fully stocked bar at home and would have gladly downed a bottle of good Iris whisky if I had known it was okay to drink before taking that Koli-Krap. But then I started to imagine myself drunk and stumbling around the house, squirting and dripping all over the rug and the furniture. There was no way Rita would have cleaned up after me, and knowing her, she probably would have had no alternative but to shot me, torch the house for the insurance money and move down to Florida.
As Hector wheeled me into the procedure room I looked around nervously and saw the doctor and anesthesiologist standing there, but no sign of the dreaded “Big fat hose.” No doubt they planed on bringing it in after I was asleep. That sounded like such a waste of Anastasia. Not because I was so brave that I didn’t need it, but because all they would have had to do was to show me that “big fat hose” and I would have passed out on my own.
Before putting me under, the doctor had me roll over on my side, pull up my knees and count backward from a hundred. As I started to count I heard someone, standing behind me and singing with a swishy Spanish accent. To my great horror I realized it was Hector. He was standing behind me while he sang ”I fee pretty” from ‘West Side Story.’ Oh my god, that raving queen was going to be in the room while I was laying there unconscious and my naked butt exposed.
With my last once of strength I looked up at the doctor and with pleading eyes begged him. “Please shot me now before I pass out from the anesthesia,” but no such luck. The room went dark and the next thing I knew I was waking up in the recovery room, still feeling high from the drugs they gave me.
The first thing I saw was my doctor’s smiling face. He looked down at me and asked how I felt. I told him I felt great except for a little discomfort around that place where the sun never shines. That reminded me of my last thoughts before going under so I reached up, grasped my doctor by the collar and pulling his face down close to mine. In an almost threatening tone I asked him, “Did you leave me alone with Hector at any time during the procedure?” The doctor looked puzzled but he assured me that he hadn’t. When I let him go the doctor said he had good news. My colon was fine and there was no evidence of any malignancy.
“Thanks doc,” I said. Then I asked him to do me a favor. “Please tell my wife…”
“I’ve already given her the good news.” The doctor interrupted.
“No, not that.” I said, as I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down close to my face again. “I want you to let her know that you’ve performed a very thorough inspection of my entire intestinal track and looked into every nook and cranny of my colon… Got that?” The doctor nodded that he did. “Okay, then I want you to tell her that you’ve found absolutely no evidence that I’ve ever had my head up my ass.”
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This is a story about explicit sex and other adult only things. If you are underage or offended by such material you should stop reading now. The story, setting and characters have been made by the author and all rights are reserved.

Cheyenne 1

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Isabelle Chapter 4

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Losing My Anal Virginity

So, before freshman year of college, I had never had sex with a guy. I had only had sex with two girls at the time, to be frank. I wasn’t that big of a sexual expert or anything, but I did know that I had been attracted to guys for a while. On the first day of classes, I had an 8:00 am Government class. It was complete hell waking up that early, but I was gladly surprised when I went to class.
As I’m sitting and listening to music (probably some acoustic music or something similar), this tall, semi-muscular guy with a short beard sits next to me. I was surprised for two reasons: one being the fact that there were a lot of empty seats in the lecture room, and the other being at how attractive this guy was. He had this perfect hair parted to the side, the most amazing blue eyes, and when you saw him smile I swear you’d faint. About halfway through class the role’s going around and when he passes it to me, I read that his name is Jeremy. I liked his last name a lot, so I say quietly “Hey man, cool last name” (I always feel awkward meeting people). But he replies “Thanks, what’s yours?” So I tell him my name’s Alex and we talk about random introductory things (what major we are, where we went to high school, music, etc). Then he asks me something that really surprises me, “Hey, wanna help me move in my shit later? I have a ton to still move, and I haven’t really met anyone else.” I answered yes so quickly I was sure he could tell how eager I was.
Later that day, I make my way to his room in freshman hall. Luckily, we live in the same building. He answers and smiles, and I felt instantly at home. We go along moving everything, from a mini fridge to a futon, from his truck parked in the parking deck across the street. When we’re all finished, he says “Thanks for all your help man, how can I repay you?” And I know this sounds like a complete lie, but he really did. I had no idea of how to respond, and I started blushing. “I dunno, how about a massage?” I stammer out, trying to make it sound like a joke. And he replies with, “Sure, just let me shower really quick.” I was so taken aback I let out a little gasp. “Ok” I reply.
I decide to lay on his bed, it hasn’t been made yet, and I really don’t know what’s going on. I’m finding this all hard to believe, and I don’t think that anything will actually happen, so I just stare out the window. I fall asleep for a bit, until I’m awoken by Jeremy.
He’s in nothing but a towel, and I instantly stare at him, eyes wide. “You’re not even going to get undressed? Don’t you know how massages work?” He says, kind of angrily. I don’t know if he’s serious or not, but it really turns me on. “Answer me, Alex” he says, a little more forcefully. “Uhh yeah, I’m sorry, I didn’t know–” he cuts me off, “Well now you do. Strip for me, bitch” he says coldly. I blush and am not sure of what to do. “Did you hear me? I said strip” he says, and grabs me by the hair. I’m so turned on by this my cock instantly hardens in my pants. “Since you won’t obey, I’ll have to do it for you” he says through gritted teeth. He begins forcefully undressing me, my shoes first, then socks, then pants. He gets to my shirt and actually rips it off of me. I let out a gasp. “Don’t act like you don’t want it now, slut. I can see your hard little cock through those briefs”. I look away, embarrassed and ready to burst. He pulls them off of me with such force I fall over onto his bed.
“Look at this cute little ass” he says, as he begins to rub and grab it vigorously. I look back at him and he’s taking off his belt. I look away and close my eyes as the first blow hits my right ass cheek. I let out a little cry of pain. “You like that, Alex? You like being my little bitch?” He asks, and hits me again. “Mhmm, I do” I say quietly. He starts using the belt to tie my hands to the edge of the bed. I’m breathing so hard and I’m really afraid because I’ve never had anything in my ass.
I’m still looking out the window, as I feel him start to rub his hard cock against the crack of my ass. It feels massive even though I can’t see it. “You feel that, you little bitch?” He asks. “Yes, sir” I stammer, I don’t even know why I said sir. “You’re going to get fucked by this and you’re going to like it.” He says. “Yes, sir” I repeat. He spits onto my asshole and begins fingering it, first with one and then two fingers. “Oh, you’re gonna get split open, Alex.” He says, and spits onto my asshole again. “Are you ready, my little whore?” he asks as he rubs the head of his cock against my entrance. Before I get a chance to answer, he thrusts into me. I let out a little yelp, both of pain and pleasure. “Oh fuck” I say. “That’s right bitch, and that’s not even all of me” he says. He thrusts again and I can feel at least another 3 inches slam into me. “Oh gooooooddddd” I moan out. “You like that, slut?” he asks. “Mhmmmmmmm” I moan into the bed,
He begins to pull out and thrust back into me. I love the feeling of his thick cock in my virgin ass. It hurts at first but I begin to get used to it. I start moaning, and he says “Alex you’re going to be my little bitch from now on, and you’re going to like it”. “Please” Is all I can manage through my moaning. “Ready to taste your asshole, pet?” He asks, My cock twinges at being called his pet. “Mhmmmmm, Yes. Please, sir.” “Good little bitch” he says and pulls out of me. I hate the feeling of his cock sliding out of my ass but I’m drooling at the thought of sucking his cock. He spanks my ass and I let out a couple yelps. “Good pet” he says. He begins to walk around the bed and when he gets to where I’m facing, my jaw drops. His cock is fucking beautiful, at least 8 inches, and really fucking thick. It’s wet with my anal juices and veiny and seems to be pulsing. “Ok, Alex, I want you to clean my dick before I cum into your asshole” he says. I open my mouth instantly. He moves closer and I take the head of his cock into my mouth. It’s so warm, and I love the taste of it. He begins to slowly move his cock into and out of my mouth, gagging me a little bit each time it gets to my throat. “That’s what I like to hear” I hear him mutter. He pinches my nose shut and begins fucking my throat. I’m gagging uncontrollably and I can’t breathe and I can feel tears coming to my eyes, but I’m loving every second of it. “Want me to stop, bitch?” he asks as he’s grunting in pleasure. I shake my head furiously and moan into his cock. I love feeling it way back in my throat. I love feeling used by Jeremy, and I never want it to end. He pulls his cock out of my mouth, and a lot of my spit falls out and onto the floor. “Such a perfect little fucktoy” he says, and walks back around the bed.
He spreads my ass with one hand, and places his cock at my entrance. I’m so eager to have his massive cock back in my ass, and I bite my lip in preparation. He thrusts the entirety of his cock into my ass, and I yell out “FUCCKK OH GOD, THANK YOUU” and start breathing heavily. “Do you want my hot load in your asshole?” he asks, as he’s fucking me, and I can feel his cock deep in my bowels, his balls slapping against my thighs with every thrust. “Yes, please Jeremy, please cum in my ass, I want you to fill your little slut with cum” I say between breaths. I can hardly believe what I’m saying. He grabs a fistfull of my hair, wraps his other hand around my neck, and squeezes. He begins to plunge into me, and I can hear my ass clap every time he thrusts in. I’m practically yelling now, and he’s going harder and harder, until I feel him let up. His cock begins to twinge inside me and I feel hot liquid spurting out deep inside me. This sends me over the edge too, and I moan as I begin to cum, with my cock twinging from underneath me.
He pulls his cock out of my ass, “Don’t you fucking move, bitch, I’m not done with you. And don’t you dare let any of that cum come out of your asshole” he says and I hear him walk off. My thoughts are racing and I don’t know what’s coming next, but I’m sure I’ll love it. He comes back, and I feel something cold pressed against my ass, right under my asshole. “Ok bitch, let it all out” he says forcefully. I relax my bowels, and feel the warm liquid start to leak out of my asshole. I push and feel it keep coming out, it feels like so much. When I’m done he walks to the front of me and I look up at him.
He has a glass, and it’s filled with a pretty big amount of cum. More than I’ve ever produced, at least. “I want my little whore to drink what it wanted” he says, and pushes the cup towards my mouth. I graciously accept, and open wide, tilting my head back. He pours all of it into my mouth, and it seems to fill my mouth entirely. I start gagging a little bit, and he notices. “Don’t let any fall out, or you’ll be sorry. Now swallow all of daddy’s cum.” he says. I obey, and feel the still warm liquid in the back of my throat and then going all the way down to my stomach. “Good pet” he says, and pets my head before untying my hands. “Now get dressed and get out of here, my family’s coming to visit” he says, pointing towards the door. I get dressed as fast as possible, not even able to clean my cum off of me, and still shirtless.
Before I leave the room he says “Don’t forget, you’re my little whore Alex, be here tomorrow night at 12:00 sharp”. “Yes sir” I say and leave, hurrying up to my room, luckily not getting spotted by anyone. I lay down, completely exhausted, but looking forward to the semester ahead of me.
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Demonology; part 3

The warm light filtering through the tall windows warmed Amanda’s naked form. Stretching like a cat in sunlight, Amanda cracked one eye open then the other. Her husband’s still sleeping form was next to her in bed, his horns having gown exponentially in the last couple of weeks. At first it was something concerning for Amanda, but he assured her that it was perfectly natural and part of his final stages of development.
The Taipan demons, of which her husband, Balthazar was one, were the record keepers of the nine realms. They studied other species and wrote books on them. As a species advances, like humans, they take a more interested role, usually keeping to the shadows to avoid “cultural contamination” they called it. In instances like Amanda, cultural contamination can result in an advantageous situation. The Taipan females were growing to be infertile and the race was in danger of extinction. Balthazar’s marriage to Amanda was a test to see if a human woman could carry a Taipan child to term. The news was frightening to Amanda but she had no other course, she was already pregnant.
Once a week she was required to report to Balthazar’s brother Mikel for progress on the pregnancy. The incubation period for a Taipan child was about three months, so it was unclear just how long a mixed child would take and they wanted to be prepared.
Amanda got up, dressed and trudged down the hallway to Mikel’s lab. Entering without knocking she found him reading a book.
“Humans are fascinating creatures.” Mikel commented without looking up.
“How so?”
“In general.” Mikel looked up as Amanda sat in a nearby chair. “How are you feeling today?”
“Exhausted, hungry, tired, a little run down, did I mention sleepy?”
Sitting at his work bench with a stack of books around him, Mikel listened carefully committing everything to his memory. She never saw him write anything, just listen. What was eerie was that he was able to recall the smallest of detail with such precision, you’d think he was reading it.
“How much sleep did you actually get?”
“About nine hours. Which is about two more than I normally need.”
Mikel began searching his work bench for something. Amanda was still unclear of his purpose but Mikel was somewhere between doctor and mad scientist. She wouldn’t be surprised if he handed her a bottle of pills or a rat tail to carry.
Finding a small dram of a yellow liquid he handed it to her.
“Two drops on your tongue when you are ready to sleep. It should be fine for you to take. Now, about your world…”
Amanda sat back and answered question upon question about her world and what the people were like. More importantly what child birth was life for a human. In new territory herself, Amanda had to admit she knew next to nothing about it. The last two visits, Mikel had focused these appointments on her and her background and genetic information. He took some samples from her but never told her why. The change of topic from her to her old world made her sad. She missed her little house, missed her brother and missed her job as a writer. Her new world with Balthazar was fascinating, learning about his culture and their world history. She was still unsure about being a wife and mother and eventually a Queen. But, for some strange reason, she trusted Balthazar not to steer her wrong.
At the conclusion of her appointment with Mikel, she stood, taking her dram of liquid and started heading out of the room.
“One last thing…” Mikel stopped her, “I may need your help with a project. It’s one that I am sure Balthazar would not want you to be involved with but I require your expertise. Can I count on your help?”
“I need to know what I am getting into before I can make that kind of guarantee.” Amanda stopped and turned to face him.
“I need to harvest more of your kind to repopulate our species.”
Amanda stood quietly.
“Harvest?”
Mikel nodded. Amanda grew angry.
“You don’t harvest people, we don’t grow on trees.”
“Fine, acquire. I need your help.”
“With what? Kidnapping women for you to knock up?”
“I need you to guide me to a large population of females for selection.”
“You’re a pig.”
“This is from the King himself.” Mikel responded evenly.
It was hard to rile Mikel, but it was apparently easy for Amanda to lose her cool.
“I’m sure Balthazar would be very interested in knowing about this.”
“He already knows and he approves but requests that we ask permission first.”
Amanda stood staring at her brother-in-law, mouth open.
“We leave in two hours. Make your preparations.” Mikel turned away from the redhead and went back to his books.
Turning from his room, Amanda was shocked that Balthazar would agree to this sort of mass kidnapping. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Wondering the halls without looking where she was going, she decided that she was going to go but only to prevent them from taking these women. Maybe she would stay in her world, terminate the pregnancy and forget that she was ever in a demon dimension.
A sudden pain caused her to double over. Her stomach contorted, as if something was moving inside of her. Amanda moved her shirt up to look at her stomach, still flat but with something clearly wrong. Staggering back to her room she hoped that Balthazar was awake to help her and to answer a few questions.
At her room, she was disappointed to find them empty, but the pain had subsided for now. In a foul mood, Amanda stripped her clothes off and headed to the bathroom to bathe. Underneath the faux waterfall, Amanda tried to rinse the morning off of her. Upset and confused about what she was doing and what she wanted, she began to lather her body. Rubbing her breasts with the soap, she found her nipples to be incredibly sensitive. At first surprised, she began to explore this new development. The areolas had darkened and spread while the nipples were now erect and slightly longer. The water on them created a very pleasurable experience, it wasn’t until she rubbed them that it caused a heighten state of arousal instantly.
As her left hand explored the possibilities of nipple tweaking, her right hand instinctively went south. It didn’t take long for Amanda to work up a sweat rubbing her clit. Closing her eyes Amanda stuck her first three fingers inside her and began to work out her frustrations on herself. She only served to work herself up but was having her usual problem alleviating it. Feeling a hand on her back bend her over, she looked back and saw Balthazar taking up position behind her. He entered her easily and began to rock gently. Amanda was thankful that he had arrived when he had but she was still mad at him. Pushing back against him with force, she took her anger out on his cock. Slowly she could feel his knot beginning to swell. For now it stimulated the opening of her pussy before it became lodged inside her.
When it was clear it was not pulling free from her, Balthazar pushed harder and deeper, feeling her muscles contract around him sent ripples of pleasure throughout his body. At the height of his pleasure his body convulsed and he roared like a beast filling her with his seed once more.
Now that she was pregnant and his body have sensed it, it took a few moments for the swelling in his knot to subside enough where he could dislodge from her.
Amanda stood and turned to face her husband, a goofy look on his face. Slapping him hard, she turned and grabbed a towel and exited the waterfall.
“Blast a peirol, what has gotten into you girl?” He exclaimed watching her towel off.
“Harvest women? You really want me to help your brother harvest female humans?”
The venom caused Balthazar to stare at her for a long moment before he could register what she had said.
“Recruit. I don’t want to force anyone.”
“But you would have me go?”
“I’m going too, I figured you would want to ensure the women was coming on their own.”
Amanda stormed into their bedroom and began to dress. She wasn’t happy with this idea but she was less angry knowing that he would be with her. Balthazar came stumbling out of the bathroom toweling himself off but having caught the towel on one of his horns.
“Amanda, having been taking prisoner by those people, I would not want to suffer anyone the same fate or worse. It is important to me that you know that.”
Amanda turned and began to laugh, seeing the towel. Balthazar’s brow furrowed.
“It’s not funny.” He said.
She laughed harder. Walking up to her he bowed his head allowing her to remove the fabric for him.
“I’m not used to them yet.” He ran his hand over the smooth black horn that was now about five inches long.
“I like them.” Amanda smiled.
Balthazar sighed and smiled too.
“I don’t like to fight.”
“Then consider it over.”
She kissed his check and started to get dress. Looking over her shoulder she saw he was lost in thought.
“What is it?” She asked.
“Nothing, just a bad feeling.” Turning, he walked to his clothing and began to dress as well.
***
A short time later Balthazar and Amanda were standing with Mikel and three other demons in a room Amanda could only assume was a ritual room of some sort. It was a round room with a stone floor and the center removed for the fire pit. Incense burned causing Amanda to become slightly dizzy.
“Do we know this is going to work?” Amanda whispered to Balthazar.
“No.”
“Isn’t this a little risky and hasty?”
“We are a desperate people.”
Amanda was nervous. Balthazar had said there was no way that they could go back. How could this happen?
As if waiting for her to think it, a light floated in the air on the far side of the room that dripped light to the ground. A rip opened up before them and a blinding light greeted them from the other side.
“Go.” Mikel instructed.
One by one the demons walked through the rip, disappearing from site. Amanda looked at Balthazar and reached for his hand. Taking it, he led her through the tear and into the unknown.
There was light everywhere. It blinded them, it stuffed into their ears making them deaf, it choked the air from them. Soon Amanda realized she had let go of Balthazar and she was alone. Frantically trying to move through the soupy resistance of the interdimensional light, Amanda was afraid that she would be stuck, lost between worlds and without her beast. Grasping around as if she was in the dark, she kept bumping into something that was grabbing for her. Allowing her arms to be taken she followed through and prayed that it was a friend on the other side.
The light continued to hurt her eyes, but it was receding , color and shapes were visible.
“Well, lookee here Marlon.” She heard a man’s voice say.
Turning towards the source of the sound she tried blinking the light away. Seeing the shape of a man before her, she looked around. The shapes were starting to come into focus, there were many people around. Turning every which way, Amanda realized she was surrounded. As her vision cleared she recognized faces and wished that she had remained blind.
“Lucinda, we have a visitor. Let’s make her feel welcomed.” The smiling man stated.
Amanda screamed and the group reached for her.
***
“I won’t leave her to them.” Balthazar hissed.
“You won’t. These are the people she saved you from?” Mikel asked.
Balthazar nodded.
“Good, we have our cattle.” Mikel turned and looked at the three other demons. “Don’t kill, we need them as healthy as possible.”
They nodded in agreement.
“Any objections to this?” Mikel asked impassively.
“Just let me kill the head male.” Balthazar growled as he watched the smiling man grab Amanda by her hair.
“He is yours.”
“We need a plan.” Balthazar said. “Follow me.”
Reluctantly he retreated to Amanda’s house to plan their attack.
***
The smiling man was standing in the midst of a circle of his people. His right hand holding Amanda by her hair, he looked at his people crouched in the dirt around him.
‘Peons.’ He thought as he spoke. ‘Not one of them worth what little power they hold.’
He paused. Looking at their faces it was clear he had said something they didn’t understand. Again. Disgusted he threw the woman in the dirt at his feet.
“She stole from us. Her body is forfeit.”
Turning, the smiling man walked to the picnic bench to try once again to decipher the book that he had been pouring over for months. The circle swarmed the redheaded woman.
‘Good. Maybe her friend will come to rescue her, then we’ll be ready.’
***
Amanda screamed as a dozen pairs of hands began ripping at her clothes, pulling at her hair and pulling her into a thousand different directions. A fight broke out over her and the two men were pulled away from the group to duke it out elsewhere. A couple of women took the opportunity to hold fast to a wrist or ankle, preventing her from getting away. An overweight man with thinning hair lowered himself between her legs and smiled. He could have been a doctor or an accountant but he was here, about to become a rapist. He looked at her breasts and ran his hand across her chest apprehensively. His smile grew to a broader grin and he began to lick and bite at her nipples. He jammed his fat fingers up her pussy, roughly moving them around in an effort to get her wet. It only disgusted Amanda.
Her left hand was suddenly free. Looking over she saw that an impatient man mounted the woman holding that hand from behind. In her ecstasy the woman let her go. Taking the opportunity, Amanda punched the man with her left fist. Not her strongest hand and never having punched anyone before, she was impressed with herself that she managed to knock the guy back. The rest of the group was shocked enough that she could free herself through kicking and scratching.
The smiling man looked up and gritted his teeth. Slamming the cover closed he walked over to Amanda and grabbed her before she could gain her balance. Dragging her by her wrist, he headed straight for the house.
Inside the house was dark and there was a pungent smell of incense with herbs. There was a haze in the air that made Amanda’s eyes water. Heading up the stairs, he continued to drag her behind him, stopping at the door at the far end of the hallway. Turning the handle the threw the door open.
Amanda was shocked at how strong the smiling man really was. She tried to hit his arm, pry his hand off her and tried punching him with her other hand, but he continued to hold her in a vice like grip.
The door opened revealing a darkened bedroom. Amanda struggled to free herself, found her voice and began to scream for help. Sighing a heavy sigh, the smiling man clamped his other hand over her mouth, kicking the door behind them closed.
Inside the room, he flung Amanda on the bed and locked the door, pocketing a key. Turning he crossed his arms and watched as she tried to find a way out of the room. Pulling back the curtains she found the windows had been boarded up. Aside from the bathroom, the only other door was on the far end of the room. Pulling those doors open she found a closet full of strange things. Backing away slowly she recognized it as a BDSM closet. Whips, crops, paddles, spikes, knifes, blindfolds, gags and a host of restraints were hung up and displayed proudly.
“Oh God.” She whispered.
Looking over her shoulder at the man she was so totally unsure of what to do that she sat down on the floor.
“Please don’t hurt me.” She whispered.
“Now, where would be the fun in that?” He asked walking towards the closet.
Amanda ran for the door but found that it locked from the inside by a key and remembered that he had pocketed it a moment ago. Turning to face the man she looked around the room for anyway that she could defend herself. She was totally vulnerable.
The man moved and brought her attention back to him. He reached over and lit some incense. Then rested against the wall casually as if he was waiting for something. Amanda stood confused for a moment. Blinking heavily she could not remember how long she had been standing there. No, she wasn’t standing. She was leaning. Against something. On something. What was going on? Shaking her head she couldn’t quite clear her head. It wasn’t until the crop hit against her bare ass that clarity came. She was shackled against a heavy wooden wall that was up at an angle. Her ass burned where the leather met her skin, causing her to scream at each swing.
“I considered using a gag, but I wanted to hear how you’ll scream later.” He leaned in close to her, pulling her hair back and hissing into her ear. “You’ve caused me a lot of trouble, little girl, I should have something to show for it.”
He reached over and hit a lever. The table fell forward and landed level. Turning a crank the shackles began to withdraw into the table and pulled her limbs tight. It was a medieval rack. Amanda gritted her teeth as the tightness of her muscles began to burn from the strain. The smiling man stopped cranking and locked the crank in place. He disappeared from her vision for a moment before returning with a wicked looking machine.
“I’m going to take care of some work, in the meantime I’m going to get you ready.”
He wheeled the machine behind her and between her legs. Unable to turn around, Amanda had no idea what was happening. The sudden whir of gears turning made her heart jump. The feel of something pressing against the lips of her pussy made her whole body jump. With a click, the machine pushed forward and began fucking Amanda’s body. Unable to move, Amanda struggled to get away in vain. The smiling man walked around, needle in hand, smiling at her.
“Soon my dear.”
He injected the liquid into her arm causing Amanda to fall asleep.
***
‘It smells like dog here.’ Amanda thought as she began coming to.
Opening one eye then the other she was staring at a dog looking at her from behind a chain link fence. She tried to stand up but found that she was contorted into an awkward position and held there with wood and rope. Bent over a wide wooden board which supported her stomach she found a second board prevented her from sitting up. On her hands and knees tied to the four posts holding up the boards, she could not move. The crowd of people stood outside the fence and watched eagerly. Amanda looked around to try and make sense of what was happening.
The smiling man stood on the outside of the fence, very calmly watching her. Turning to a woman nearby he said very clearly;
“Lucinda, release the hounds.”
The man nodded and walked out of Amanda’s line of vision. Her heart raced. She did not want to be ripped apart by hungry angry dogs. But the cold nose between her legs made her realized she was not dog food, rather she was to be a dog toy.
“Are you joking?!” She struggled against her confines as the dogs began to lick her inner legs and arms.
A roar startled everyone and caused the dogs to run from Amanda’s tempting body. Looking around, Amanda watched as people began running in all directions. Struggling, she could not wiggle her way out. Silently she wondered if the smiling man had been in the navy.
Balthazar and Mikel appeared in her sight line and was advancing towards her. Conferring for a moment, Mikel turned to go a different direction as her husband approached the fence. Looking at her with murder in his eyes, he stood silently. Cries and screams in the distance kept the exchange from being totally silent.
“What happened? Were you violated?” He asked, trying to keep his anger in check.
“Only by machinery.” She explained, trying to wiggle out of the knots again. “They were going to watch a pack of dogs have their way with me.”
Balthazar entered the pen and approached her slowly.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, I will be once I get out of this contraption.” She said, wiggling again.
Balthazar nodded but then stopped.
“What?”
“Do that again.” He asked her.
Amanda began trying to wiggle out of the ropes. Balthazar’s eyes glazed over.
“Oh no.” She warned.
Before she could explain the true danger they were in, Balthazar had already began licking her from behind.
“Stop, we got…to get….out of her….” She panted.
“We’re fine.” He said between licks.
“No…he’ll…ugh….kill…..you for you….power. Uh…” She moaned.
“No, he won’t.”
Balthazar gently flicked at his wife’s clit with his claw, catching it and causing it to bounce around and grow stiffer. Amanda’s eyes flew wide as the sensation grew more intense. In the position she was in, it served her ass up in such a tantalizing way, Balthazar could not help himself and smacked her ass hard. The stinging sensation of his hand on the welts from the riding crop sent pain shooting throughout her body and took her breath away. Another smack and Amanda began wiggling her ass. Another open palm smack. Balthazar was growing excited. Moving into position, he scratched up his wife’s leg as he impaled her with his cock. Both moaned at the sensation of penetration.
With great force, Balthazar plunged into his mate over and over again. The frenzy with which he attacked her pussy excited Amanda. Their quickies tended to be extremely pleasurable and usually resulted in something stationary breaking. This time, the only thing broken was a sweat that covered both their bodies. Grunting and growling, Balthazar suddenly pulled out and came all over her back.
Panting, Amanda sat for a moment before she asked to be released. Balthazar cut the ropes with his claws and helped her to her feet, holding her steady.
“Thanks.” Looking around she realized that the world had grown quiet. “What happened?”
“We’ve got what we came for.”
“But that man…”
“Is no longer a threat to you. He’s gone. Let’s go back to your house to get cleaned up. We have a few hours before we have to get back.”
Amanda wanted answers but also wanted a shower. Making their way to the house, it felt like it had been years since she had been home. Standing in her living room she realized that it didn’t feel like home to her. She had only spent a short time in this house. Climbing the stairs, she made her way to her bathroom and started a shower.
“You okay?” Balthazar asked walking in behind her.
“Yeah. I’m just tired.”
Balthazar nodded and disappeared from the room. The clomping of his hooves on the stairs indicated his direction. Amanda stepped into the shower and attempted to wash away the night from her body and memory.
As she came out of the bathroom drying her hair with her towel, she found Balthazar sitting on the edge of the made bed looking at a frame picture of her brother and his two kids.
“That’s my brother, Sam and his son Tom and his daughter Beth.” Amanda smiled.
“Where are they?”
Amanda began slipping on a pair of jean shorts.
“They are up in Charleston. Mandy, Sam’s wife died a couple of years ago. Complications from a surgery. It was a freak thing. Now it is just them. He does the best that he can.”
As she slipped her shirt over her head, Amanda realized she could still help her brother. Grabbing a piece of paper she began scrawling a note that left her house to her brother should something happen to her. Standing up satisfied, she took a last look around.
“I’m ready to go home.” She said softly.
Standing, Balthazar handed her the picture.
“Bring it with you.” He suggested.
Amanda looked at the photo and smiled, setting the picture down on the nearby table.
“I better not.”
Without a further word, Amanda left her house.
***
“So this is the flock you have culled from the masses?” The king asked.
Amanda, Mikel and Balthazar stood looking at the room with the five women chained to the floor.
“We can harvest…. acquire more later, father.” Mikel replied.
“That is to be seen.” Looking over at Amanda the king smiled. “How are you doing my dear?”
“So far so good.” Amanda smiled back.
There was something unsettling about the king that Amanda could not put her finger on. She had not told Balthazar about her uncomfortableness around his father.
“Splendid.” The king looked at Balthazar. “I hope for a granddaughter.” He replied softly.
Balthazar nodded as the king walked away. Looking at her husband she took his hand in hers.
“And if it is a boy?” She whispered.
“Then we hope that these females can produce.”
Amanda looked at the room with a cold eye. Had she not been attacked by them she may have felt some ounce of pity. Circumstances being what they were, she felt that they deserved a worse fate then the repopulation saviors they would be.
Mikel motioned behind him and five reptilian females entered the room, each taking up a woman and leading them from the room through a back door to bathe and prepare them.
“Ow.”
Amanda doubled over, the blinding pain came on fast this time. A tightness in her stomach that stretched her skin and made her feel full, bloated even. Standing slowly, Amanda realized that her stomach was slightly bigger. Looking at Balthazar, shock was written across her face.
“I forgot to mention, we are known for kicking in the womb, and with the hooves…” Balthazar smiled almost apologetically.
A second kick knocked the wind from Amanda. Mikel sprang into action.
“Tongue, stick out your tongue.”
Amanda obeyed and he placed a couple of drops from a small vial onto her tongue. The liquid was sweet tasting, almost like honeysuckle when things dimmed in her view.
“You’re going to sleep for a bit now, Amanda.” She heard his voice far off in the distance.
Wherever she was, she was floating. No longer needing to walking, she glided down the hallways of the castle. Her white gossamer dress flowing around her, her long red hair spilling like a cape behind her. She turned and faced a door to her left. Hand in front of the doorknob, it opened on its own. Inside was a group of humans having an orgy. They were dirty and tired looking but continuing with the sex anyway. Occasionally someone would hit, bit or punch another person otherwise the whole group moved and undulated like it was one organism.
Amanda floated out of the room and down the hall. In the next room on the right, she opened the door and found a bevy of females both human and reptilian frolicking around a small pond. A golden light shining over their beautiful naked skin. Floating towards the group, she dipped a toe in the water and felt the warmth. Willing herself lower, the dress dissolved in the water. The water felt slightly thicker than normal water and tasted sweet, like honeysuckle. A reptilian woman waded over and began suckling one of Amanda’s breasts. The sensation was amazing. She felt connected to this being, experiencing what pleasure the reptilian woman felt in addition to her own pleasure. Another reptilian woman and a human both came over. The reptilian woman took the other breast and linked into the pleasure chain that started with Amanda. The human woman lifted Amanda’s ass gently out of the liquid and began to suckle her clit. The electricity from the sensation acted like a battery for the other women in the pond. One by one they waded to the group and began to fondle, finger, suckle and caress each other. Soon a web of female bodies moved and undulated in shared and overwhelming ecstasy. There was no release but a slow and constant pleasure that was amazing and pure.
Slowly Amanda opened her eyes and realized that she was alone in the pond. She knew that she had absorbed these women but they chose that fate. Looking to her right was a lone demon female. She held her arms open to Amanda. Rushing to her Amanda wrapped her arms around the woman as well. There was a sense of urgency in her embrace. Pulling away, the demon woman began kissing Amanda deeply, creating a stirring between her legs. Reaching down, the demon woman spread Amanda’s lips apart, slipping a finger inside her. Using her thumb to rub Amanda’s clit, the demon woman worked her hand while she continued to kiss her with abandon.
Their coupling grew increasingly more intense. Leading Amanda to a nearby bed, the demon woman produced a double headed dildo from thin air. Sliding Amanda’s legs open gently, she inserted the dong and began to work it back and forth slowly. Amanda leaned back enjoying the sensation. Looking up, she wanted more, wanted to share the bliss. Pulling the demon woman on to the bed, she positioned the other head at her dark red and swollen lips and pulled her close. Amanda watched the face of the demon woman as she was filled. Their pussy lips touched with the dildo between them. Rocking back and forth, rubbing their clits against each other created a world of pleasures that they circuited between each other, driving the other to a more extreme state of arousal and pleasure.
The demon woman began to rub her breasts and pant and she rocked and undulated against Amanda. Her voice began to rise in levels as she grew closer to her climax. Watching the woman alone was enough to get Amanda close to climaxing, but the physical experience was almost too much for her to handle. Arching her back and thrusting her hips forward Amanda launched into her own orgasm. A second later the demon woman came, shuddering and shrieking.
Looking up, Amanda was alone on the bed and dressed in her white dress again. Rising above the bed she floated out of the room and into the hall once more.
The hallway seemed darker, like a storm was on the horizon. Floating into the next room, Amanda found herself in the dark. Falling to the ground she felt the cold stone beneath her and the presence of another in the room. A flash of lightning through one of the windows revealed she was in a minimally decorated room, with one fainting couch and a table in the room. Walking over to the couch, she sat down. The next flash of lightning revealed the smiling man in front of her, smiling.
Amanda screamed but felt powerless to move away, her body paralyzed with fear. The smiling man pushed her back on the couch and unbuttoned his shirt carefully.
“You’ve caused me a lot of trouble, little girl, I should have something to show for it.”
He began removing his pants when Amanda felt motion in her limbs once more. Trying to bolt from the room, the smiling man grabbed her easily, ripping her dress in the process. Throwing her back on to the couch, he felt under her dress and found what he was looking for. Not bothering to remove the pants, he thrusted forward and entered Amanda in a single motion. Running a hand into her hair, he held her tightly in his grip, slowly making love to her.
Amanda felt sickened and repulsed while her body reciprocated this feeling. The smiling man kissed up her neck to her face and before she realized it, she was returning his kisses. Wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his body she pulled him deeper into her. Raising his head, the smiling man began laughing and faded away.
Amanda sat up and locked around, instantly her body began to rise from the ground and she floated out of the room and back into the hallway. Looking the direction she was heading she noticed hundreds of doors in the hallway and she knew she had to go into each one of them.
***
“What is going on with her?” Balthazar asked watching his wife’s body thrash about on the bed.
“The child is in the growth state of development and her body is not able to keep up. She’s been experiencing the pain for a short time but chose to keep it concealed. It was only going to get worse for her. So now, we keep her sedated until the child is ready to be birthed. Otherwise the pain will come to such a point that she will beg us to kill her.”
“Why is she tossing and turning, is it the pain?” Balthazar asked frantic that he was unable to help her.
“No, she is dreaming. Must be scary monsters.”
Mikel turned and exited the room as Balthazar watched his wife, terrified that he would be losing her soon.
…to be continued.

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Friday Night at Grandma

Spending a weekend at my grandma’s was always fun, but one weekend in particular was unforgetable. My grandma lived in a 4 apartment building that she owned with her brother and his wife. They lived in the 2 downstairs apartments and rented the upper 2. This story occured when I was 16, I went and spent the weekend with her. I do not think I had ever spent the night at my grandma’s alone, always with my brother and sister there, but this time I was there alone. My parents had taken my brother and sister out of town, and for some reason I did not go, I can not remember now why.
After my parents dropped me off and I was settled into the spare bedroom, I quickly went to the ketchen. My grandma always had something good to eat. That is when she informed me that my cousin Sherry was staying with my great aunt and uncle next door. She was 16 also and was really my second cousin, but we always referred to each other as cousins. I had no idea she was going to be there, and really could care less. I was not very close with Sherry. She did not live near me. She went to another high school across town from me, and to be honest, I thought she was a spoiled brat. She was an only child. She use to tell on my brother and me, to get us in trouble. To me Sherry was always this short, fat, freckled girl cousin. She took all those dance and baton lessons that all girls use to take, and my parents were always being asked to come watch her at her recitals. I don’t know if my parents ever went. My mom probably went a few times, but thank goodness she never tried to drag us there. My brother and I use to say, we never saw her at our ball games. When my mom told us that Sherry was entering all those Lil Miss contests, my brother and I couldn’t believe it. No way did fat Sherry get on stage in front of a crowd! But, apparently she did. Even when Sherry reached puberty and started developing boobs, she was still just a short, fat girl with boobs, where belly stuck out further than her boobs, and when I saw her in a bikini, well, I still have nightmares.
I will admit though, I became interested when my mom informed me that Sherry had made her high school majoritte squad. Sherry’s high school was one of the largest schools in the state and they had so many hot girls that went to that school, and, I had seen their majorittes, they were hot! I just couldn’t see how Sherry could squeeze into a majoritte costume and appear in public.
I was in the ketchen when I heard my grandma yell and say Sherry had arrived. I went to the front of the house to meet her and see her mom and dad. We exchanged pleasantries and then I helped carry Sherry’s luggage to her grandparents apartment. I had to ask her how long she was staying, cause she had enough luggage for a month. She kind of laughed and said she was just staying Friday and Saturday. Sherry had changed some. First, she was actually pleasant to me and talked to me, instead of ignoring me. But, I could not tell that much about her physically, other than she was a little taller, but she was wearing baggy sweat pants and an oversized long sleeved white shirt, that she had the shirt tail tied, and she had her hair tied in two pigtails, and very little make up. I took her things to her room, told her we could get together later, and I went back to my grandma’s apartment and started watching TV.
About 4 o’clock my grandma came in to tell me that everyone was going to eat supper together. I said great, and asked her what time we were going to eat, because I did have to go for a run. I was wrestling and had to get in a run for my weight. She told me what time supper was, but also asked me if I could walk down to the grocery store and get a few things. I said sure, and then she suggested that I ask Sherry to go with me. I didn’t have to ask. Apparently the same thing had been suggested to Sherry. As I was getting up, she came into the room I was in and asked if I was ready to go grocery shopping. I said sure, and we set off.
Sherry had changed clothes into some jeans, shirt and was wearing a light jacket. She had also put on makeup and let her hair out of the pigtails and let her light brown hair loosely fall down to her shoulders. She had grown taller, to about 5’6″ and was not fat anymore. Her face was thinner and I have to admit, was actually pretty. I could still tell that her thighs were a little thick, but she had an awesome butt.
We left the apartment and started making small talk and just catching up with each others lives. She asked me how my wrestling was going, and that she kept up with me by reading the paper. I told her I was doing pretty good, and how was her year as majoritte. She told me it had completely changed her high school experience. She loved it and was having a great year, much different from last year. I half kidded her and said I guess she got asked out alot more this year than last, before I realized that might not have been nice. But she smiled and said “oh yeah, it is much better.” Then she asked me how Pam, my girlfriend, and I were doing. I told her we were great and then we arrived at the grocery store.
We walked around the store and got what was on our list. Sherry then said that she just loved this little grocery and asked if I had ever come down here before. I told her sure, that I had come with my grandma. But she wanted to know if I had come down by myself? Not being one to just shop, I told her no. She then told me that she and one of my other male cousins, who was also our age, came down here everytime they stayed with grandparents. Sherry then took me by the arm and said let’s get one more thing not on our list. I just followed and she led me to the liquor shelves. She pulled a pint bottle of vodka, looked in both directions and then stuck it in the front of her jeans and covered it with her jacket. She told me that she had done this several times. She also said that if this one girl was at the cash register she would sell liquor to you, but she did not see her today. We went through checkout and then headed back up the hill to grandma’s place. At first I expected at any time for someone to come running after us from the grocery store accusing us of stealing, but nothing happened. Sherry then said she should have asked me if vodka was ok, and I just said sure. I really did not drink. I had tried a few times, but especially during wrestling season I did not drink.
Sherry asked me if I wanted a swig now, and I told her, “no thank you,” and she said it was mostly for later after dinner, or maybe tomorrow.
When we got back to the apartment, Sherry and I helped with dinner and talked with our grandparents and then had a great meal. It was at the dinner table that I was now able to see another view of Sherry. She was not wearing the jacket any more and had on a button up shirt that I could now see her boobs had developed fully. In fact, the buttons on her shirt were being tested for their strength. I know I stared for most of the meal, but Sherry didn’t embarrass me, even if she did see me.
After dinner we helped clean up and then all went into my grandma’s TV room and watched for a little while. Sherry and I percervered as we knew they had their TV shows that the three of them watched. We also knew they would get sleepy early and then we could watch what we wanted to, and be alone to talk and probably drink.
Just as expected, after their last TV show my grandma and her grandparents headed for bed and told us to watch what we wanted to, and they also told us where some snacks were. Sherry said she was going to go change into her baggy sweats so she would stay warm, so she walked back to her grandparents apartment. I also knew, so she could get the vodka and better hide it from her grandma. She said she would be back before the next show started. I took the opportunity to go pee and brush my teeth and freshin up a little bit. I also made sure that my grandma went into her bedroom and turned out her lights, and then I went back into the TV room.
When I was channel surfing Sherry came back to the TV room. She had changed but not into what she had said. She was wearing a large robe and some house slippers, but I could see bare legs at the bottom of the robe, so she was not wearing her sweat pants. In her hands she had 2 glasses and some orange juice, and then she pulled the vodka from the pocket of her robe. She then asked me if I could go get some ice, so I went in the ketchen and got some. When I returned, Sherry was sitting on the couch, had the TV controls, and her robe had fallen open a little, just to show her knees and that she was not wearing anything long. When I put the glasses on the table in front of the couch, she leaned forward and poured the vodka and orange juice and as she did, the top of the robe opened more, and I could see that she had on her pj top and I could make out she was still wearing her bra. She offered me my glass and said, “cheers” and we took a drink.
I’ll have to admit here too, that it was strong and I almost choked and Sherry even asked if I wanted more orange juice. I manned up and said nah, but just sipped after that.
We cuddled up on the couch and started watching some movie, I have no idea what and we started talking again. Sherry told me that she just loved to come to her grandma’s house and wanted to know why I didn’t come as much as she and her other cousin? I told her that I had another grandmother and that I spent time at both, just never when she had been there. She told me that she could get away with murder with her grandparents and she told me some of the things she had done. She and my other cousin had gotten drunk several times, and had played truth or dare together and gotten pretty wild. She had even snuck out of the apartment one night, had her boyfriend pick her up and they had gone clubbing all night, then she snuck back in before they got up.
I just sat and listened. I hadn’t done anything like that. In fact, I was really not that wild and experienced as Sherry appartently was. Sherry then told me about her current boyfriend. He was a really good football player at another school and he had been on the sports page all fall. I also knew him because he was a pretty good wrestler. Sherry then shocked me when she said that he was the best built guy she had ever been with, that he was always horny, but that he misstreated her, and that she was almost positive he was cheating on her. Before I could ask how she knew and what did she mean, Sherry shocked me even more. She brought up our conversation that afternoon. Sherry reminded me I had said that my girlfriend and I were getting along great, then she wanted to know, “is Pam on the pill?” I was just silent. I had to collect my thoughts and not come across as a complete nerd, but I was a virgin, so I was honest and responded, no, I didn’t think she was.
Sherry turned and looked at me and replied, “oh you guys aren’t having sex?”
I know I swallowed hard and told her, no, we had not. She then kept asking, “oh then what did great mean?” How far have you guys gone? What have you done?
I tried to be cool and said that we were going slow. That we had talked about it and both agreed to wait.
Sherry cocked her head in an awkward way and bluntly asked, “you agreed not too?”
Before I could respond she said, “you are to hot and good looking to date her if she won’t put out. What have you two done?”
I about choked and told her that I had felt her boobs and she had let me finger her.
Sherry then wanted to know what she had done for me?
I swallowed hard and told her that she had given me a hand job.
Sherry then blurted,” have you two done oral?” I told her no, and she said,”oh my, she hasn’t even given you a blow job?”
I shook my head and she said, “oh baby, you need some help.”
I then got to talk and asked her,”when did you start having sex?”
Sherry didn’t even blink and looked into my eyes and told me, she lost her cherry her freshman year in high school at the first football game party. She then pushed me more and wanted to know if Pam was my first girlfriend and if she was the only girl I had done anything with.
That straightened me up a little bit. Now I could brag and sound worldly. In fact, Pam was not my first. I asked Sherry if she remembered the girl that use to live next door to us? She was also named Sherry, so she remembered. The next door Sherry was 2 years older than me, but we had grown up together. She also had a younger sister that was 2 years younger than me, and we had gone camping together in the hills around our house. I told Sherry, my cousin, no, that Sherry and I had gotten naked together and she was the first girl I had felt her tits and fingered her pussy.
Sherry wanted to know when that happened and I told her it was also in the 9th grade.
She was a junior in high school and we did things for about 2 years, before she left for college. Sherry looked at me kind of funny and just said, “you got naked with that hot girl and didn’t have sex with her?”
I know it must have been hard to believe, but I honestly told her, no, just feeling and touching.
I now remember noticing that Sherry was really enjoying asking me these questions and after my initial shock, I was enjoying talking about it. I had never had as open a conversation with a girl about sex as that was, and I was enjoying it.
Sherry, my cousin, now turned on the couch and faced me. She crossed her legs and pulled her robe over her legs, almost exposing a crotch shot, I looked, but no peek.
But I could really tell she wanted to hear the details. I told her how at first my neighbor would let me see her pussy, but not her tits, but then we got to where we get naked in front of each other. I then asked her when was the first time she had let a guy feel her boobs, and she told me when she was in the 6th grade. I immediately thought back and thought, ugh, remembering how she looked then. But Sherry could not tell what I was thinking, and she then asked, can you guess who it was? I thought and wondered, how would I know, then she told me, our cousin Al.
I know I had the most shocked look on my face and Sherry just laughed. Yeah, we use to play all the time. He was the first to feel my pussy too, and I actually taught him how to jerk off. That almost made me sick, cause he is the one that taught me how to masterbate! I was feeling so young compared to Sherry, and wondering now what they had thought about me.
I asked again, “you and Al have really done those things?”
Sherry just smiled, said yes, then turned, poured another drink and then slid back closer to me on the couch and we watched the movie in silence for awhile. I couldn’t tell you what we were watching, but do remember it was rather steamy, and when it did, Sherry would move closer to me. I even got so bold as to put my arm over her shoudler.
When the movie was over, Sherry turned to look at me, patted me a couple of times on my thigh and asked me if I wanted another drink? I told her no, “let’s save it for tomorrow.”
She just smiled but said, “you know we could get some more.”
Once again I felt so weird but wanted to be bolder. Her breaking the silence did help me, and I then spoke up. I said to her, “you know Sherry, you have changed so much in the last couple of years. To be honest, I didn’t think you were that cute when we were little, but now you are very pretty and very, very sexy.”
Finally I think Sherry blushed, and she said, “well, you have changed too, and you are so hot, that is why I am kind of surprised you have not done more with your girlfriend.”
I replied, “I haven’t changed as much as you, and as you can tell, I’m not as experienced as you, but you have made me not so shy about talking about sex.”
Sherry kind of looked down and said,”well, I think you have changed and I have liked talking with you too. Would you like to do more than talk?”
I should have been shocked, but I wasn’t, I was actually expecting it, and was going to say something if she didn’t. I even got bolder and said,”yes, and even asked, would she help me?”
She got a funny look on her face and asked,”help you?”
And I said, “yes, tell me or show me what a girl likes and what I should do.”
Sherry said,”I think you know.”
I replied, “no, I really am not sure.”
Sherry said ok, and that this could be fun. She then asked me to go check and be sure my grandmother was asleep. I got up and tip toed through the apartment and checked to make sure her door was closed, and I went back to the TV room and closed the door behind me. Sherry was still on the couch in her robe, but had poured her another drink. She asked me if I wanted another and I told her no, I wanted to remember what we did. That made both of us laugh. Sherry then asked me if I had a robe like hers, and I said no, that I just slept in my boxers and didn’t bring a robe. She said ok, but we had better listen in case someone came in, even her grandparents coming to check on how late it was. I agreed and sat down beside her.
Then everything felt so awkward and Sherry asked, “now what?”
I know I blubbered, but said, well you have changed the most in your boobs, and I know you have seen me staring all evening.”
She just stopped me and asked,”do you want to feel?”
I just nodded and she loosened her tie belt around her waist and let her robe open slightly. I moved my hands to open it more, to see that she had a baby blue cotton pj top. I moved my hands and cupped her boobs over her bra and then realized that she was huge! I commented, “oh my god, Sherry, you are built.” I even kidded, “how do you get these in your majoritte outfit?”
She giggled, “it takes a little squeezing.”
I fondled her boobs, but wanted to actually touch them. I then moved beside Sherry and kind of behind her. She realized what I was doing, so she pulled her robe off her arms, and then pulled her top off, all the while watching the door, which told me she was as nervious as I was. I put my hands up and unhooked her bra. She let the bra slide off her arms and her tits plopped out. As Sherry was putting her pj top back on, I took her bra, held it and noticed that she was a 36D. That made me more excited. Oh what a change from my girlfriends 34B. Sherry had her top back on and then put her robe back over her shoulders and turned towards me and smiled. I stared right into her eyes and pulled her top up to expose her humongeous boobs. I then dropped my glare and took in the view. Her tits drooped from their weight and like her face and legs, her titties had freckles all over them. I also took in how big her nipples were, bigger than quarters. She broke the silence and said, “go ahead and feel them.”
My hands moved up and took a tit in each hand. They were both so soft but heavy. So much different than the small titties that I had felt before. I touched them, stretched my hands to see how much I could hold, and then squeezed them. I then asked Sherry, “does this feel good to you?”
She looked me right in the eyes and said,”oh yes, and you can be rougher if you like.”
“Rougher?” I looked at her. “I thought your boobs are all soft and tender, what do you mean rougher? Do you really mean that?”
“Yes,” she said. “I mean what you are doing feels so good, but when I get more aroused I like it to have my boobs squeezed more and even pull on my nipples. Right now just take your fingers and play with my nipples and take them and roll them with your thumb and finger.”
I did as I was instructed and my dick got harder than ever as her nipples got as hard.
She let me play with her tits for 10 to 15 minutes. We finally ended up looking into each others eyes and Sherry then asked, ” is there anything else you are interested in?”
which made us both giggle.
I stammered and said, “ugh, I have a few more interests.”
Sherry then said, “but, first it is my turn, I want to see how you have changed.”
I knew exactly what she meant and I stood and unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped my pants and then pulled them down and stepped out of them. I had a tent in my boxers and I turned to face Sherry, as she was still sitting on the couch. She then asked, “would you pull your boxers down and let me see?”
I put my fingers under the elastic at the top of my boxers and pulled them down, first revealing my thick dark brown pubic hair over my crotch, then my rock hard cock popped out and bounced off my stomach, and then stopped still pointing up towards my tummy. I pulled my boxers down to my knees, not wanting to take them completely off and looked at Sherry stare at my crotch. She then told me to cup my balls, and I did as she asked. Then she said,”oh you have changed,” and smiled.
I then pulled my boxers back up and Sherry pulled her top down over her tits and reached and picked up her bra and put it in the pocket of her robe. She said,”that might have been a little hard to explain if I had left my bra in here and forgot it.”
I agreed and half laughed, but looked around to see if we might be leaving something else. Sherry then covered up her upper body, pulled the tie belt a little higher than her waist, right under boobs and tied it back, but let the bottom of the robe open a little more. I could see what she was doing. She then slapped the couch right beside her, indicating for me to sit beside her. She then slid down the cushion of the couch and put her feet on the floor and almost lying down but still resting her head so she could see. She knew I was excited so she pulled open her robe revealing her legs and the matching baby blue shorty pj bottoms that went with her top. My eyes were glued to her actions. She pulled her pj top up a little and I saw her belly button. Sherry was watching my face and moved her hands to the top of her panty bottoms. She then raised her hips slightly and slowly pulled her bottoms down. Her freckled tummy was so cute, and when I first saw her tan line, I saw the first whisps of her curly pubic hair.
The panties went down and I saw her pubic mound covered in a trimmed light brown triangle patch of hair. Then she cleared her butt, she put her hips down, and her legs went together, but I could see the top of her slit and saw that it was baby smooth. She pushed her panty bottom as far as she could, then she asked if I could help, so I took them and pulled them off her legs and then handed them to her, not wanting those left.
Sherry took them and put them in the other pocket of her robe. She laid there with her privates exposed and then said, “go ahead, feel me.”
My hand was shaking I remember, but I moved it to her bush and softly felt her pubic hairs, then slid my hand down between her legs. As I did so, Sherry spread her legs and let me touch her pussy. I then looked into Sherry’s face and saw that she had her eyes closed now. I looked back to her crotch and watched my hand touch the inside of her thighs and then her puffy pussy lips. Then Sherry spoke,”feel how wet I am.” I then fingered her lips, and found her opening with my middle finger. I could feel the heat from her crotch and my finger easily slid into her pussy. I pushed it inside her and held it as deep as I could push, and with the palm of my hand was rubbing the top of her slit.
Still with her eyes closed, Sherry whispered,”now slide your finger in and out of me,” and she said, “finger fuck me.”
I don’t think I had ever heard a girl say that word, much less in this situation, but I knew that Sherry was enjoying what we were doing too, so I began sliding my finger in and out of her pussy and I could hear her breathing change. Then she said, “put 2 fingers in me.” Now I moved so I could look down and see her cunt lips engorge my fingers. I put two fingers to her opening and slid them in. Now I realized she liked it faster, so I went as fast as I could. Sherry was now taking short breaths and then I notice her move her hands to her tits and she began pulling on her nipples through her pj top. I don’t know why I didn’t cum, but I was really just thinkig about Sherry and fingering her as fast as I could. Then, she moved one of her hands and grabbed my wrist of the hand I was fingering her, and then she clamped her legs together and I felt her whole body quiver. It was fantastic to watch her shake like that and to think that I had done it, made me more excited. Finally, Sherry opened her eyes, smiled and then said,”and now you have seen a girl have an orgasm.”
I smiled back at her and she raised up and for the first time, kissed me on the cheek.
She then pulled her robe together and then said,”ok, now let’s take care of you.”
I then spoke up and said,”wait just a second. I’m not sure what I just did. Can I please ask you somethings?”
Sherry just smiled and said, “sure. What you just did is made me cum. You brought me to orgasm.”
“Ok, I understand that, but what felt so good?” I asked.
Sherry replied, “oh, well, kneel down here,” and I knelt down in front of her and she sat on the edge of the couch. She pulled her robe open again and then spread her legs. Now I had my clearest view of her pussy and it was so beautiful. Sherry put her hand on her pubic hair and said that she had loved the way I had touched her there and had run my finger over her mound and through her pubes. She even said that she didn’t know she was so sensitive there. She then took her fingers and spread her pussy lips and showed me exactly where her hole was and where my fingers had gone. I could see how her pussy lips were swollen and darker colored that the inside of her legs. She said I had been so great fingering her, but that there is one more place I should know. I had kind of touched it, but not much. She then spread her pussy and used her finger and pointed out her clit at the top of her slit. “This she said is the most sensitive.”
“Oh, sorry I missed that.” I was honest and said, ” I didn’t know that.”
Sherry then got this sly little smile on her face and said, “you are wanting to learn aren’t you?”
I thought she was talking about my education on the clitoris and said,”yes I am.”
But she meant different and asked,”are you up for an education on oral sex?”
She knew I was up for it and leaned back on her elbows and said,”I am ready to teach.” I must have had a questioning look on my face, so Sherry said,”lean in and kiss my pussy.”
So I leaned down and the first thing I noticed, of course was her musky smell. I wasn’t sure at first if it was a pleasant or disgusting smell, but was so excited that I was going to get to eat my first pussy, I quickly just didn’t notice it. I put my lips to her smooth swollen pussy and kissed. I could feel the heat in her lips. Then I heard Sherry say, “lick it. stick your tongue in my pussy.” I pulled back a little, mostly to look at how wet her pussy had gotten, and then I stuck out my tongue and licked her slit. Then I put my thumbs up to her pussy, peeled them open and then stuck my tongue as far as I could up inside her. Sherry then grabbed me by the hair and pushed my face in deeper. Then she pulled my face up and she whispered, “lick and suck my clit.” My tongue slid up her slit and I felt for her little nob and when I felt it, I licked and licked. Sherry was pulling my hair more, so I knew she was enjoying. My tongue was actually getting tired, so I trapped her clit with my lips and then began sucking on it like a lollypop. That was it! Sherry jerked and turned slightly side ways. I sucked harder and I felt her legs tighten against me and her body shook all over.
When I finally felt her body go limp, I stopped sucking and looked up into her face and said,”how was that?”
Sherry put her hand on her forehead and said, “you are a great learner.”
“Good teacher,” I said.
Sherry then looked at the time on the TV and said,”oh baby, look how late it is! It is now your time. Can I give you your first blow job?”
You know my answer. I sat on the edge of the couch like Sherry had and my dick was sticking out of my boxers. Sherry took it in her hand and started with a hand job, then she asked if I could pull my boxers down, so she could play with my balls too. So I stood up and pulled my boxers off and sat back down. Sherry took my cock in her hand again and tried her best to look into my face as she stuck out her tongue and licked my cock head. That sent electricity all through my body. Sherry then got to work. She cupped my balls with one hand and held my dick with her other. I watched as her head began to bob up and down as she sucked my dick. I could feel her tongue licking and rolling around the head of my cock. I could not help it, but bent over a little and cupped both of her titties. Sherry realized what I wanted, she stopped a second, opened up her robe and then went back to sucking my dick. Now I could fondle her huge tits over her cotton top. With all we had done, it didn’t take long. Sherry sped up and was playing with my balls, where she could feel my cum building. When I heard her go,
“mmmmm,” I started pulling harder on her tits and found her hard nipples. Then I told her, I’m going to cum, but to my surprise Sherry kept sucking. I exploded in her mouth and she took it all. She stopped bobbing on my cock and used her hand.to keep me cumming. Finally I just collapsed and she came up with a smile on her face. “How was that?” she asked.
I replied,”unbelieveable.”
With that she said she had to go back to her grandparents and that she would see me tomorrow. She gathered up her bra, pj bottoms, and vodka and left.
I’m not sure if I got much sleep that night, but I jumped right up the next morning. I was eating my favorite breakfast of pancakes in my grandma’s ketchen when Sherry came bopping in and said, “hey, how is sleepy head doing?” She said that she had been up and already eaten breakfast.
My grandma then asked us what we were going to do that day and we each looked at each other and said we didn’t know what we were going to do. I did have to get in some running, My grandma then said it was suppose to be a cold and rainy day today, that I had better run early. Grandma then said she and Sherry’s grandparents were going to go out a little while to buy some supplies for cleaning the upstairs apartment carpets. I asked, why did they have to clean the carpets? Why didn’t the renters clean them. That is when she told us that the people upstairs had moved out and they paying someone to come and clean next week. They just had to supply the materials.
Sherry and I immediately looked at each other and smiled.
I then went and put on my running gear and took off. I didn’t run far, in fact, just to a place where I could see my grandma’s car. When I saw them pull out, I went running back to the rear of the apartment complex and went up the back steps to the second floor apartment. I tapped lightly on the door and Sherry opened the door and let me in.
I slid in the door, closed it behind me and we immediately took each other in our arms and hugged and for the first time, passionately kissed. We then held hands and started searching through the apartment, I don’t know what for, but snooping around.
We ended up back in the living room, which had a big picture window that looked down on the front of the building. It was higher than anything around and had a great view.
Sherry gave me a cute smile and asked what would I like to do now?
I smiled back and honestly told her I would like to play with her boobs and pussy again.
She said that sounded good to her, if she got to play with me. Sherry was wearing a running suit, like she was going to run with me. She then moved her hand to the zipper on her jacket and pulled it down showing me she wasn’t wearing a bra. I could just see the inside of her boobs.
I leaned down, untied my running shoes, kicked them off, and then pulled my jogging pants off. When I stood up, Sherry could see that I was wearing bikini underwear and she jokingly told me, hey, did I steal a pair of her panties?
I laughed with her and replied that now, that my “boys” need support when I’m out there bouncing them around! But right now, it was way too much support. My dick was popping out over the top of my undies, and I quickly pulled them off. Now I was naked from the waist down, except for my socks, and a sweat shirt on. Sherry was still in her jogging suit, just with the front unzipped. She stepped to me, put her hands on my bare ass and pulled me tight into her hips, and we French kissed again. Then she moved her hands up under my sweat shirt, pulled it up and she then felt my nipples, moved her face down to my chest, kissed my nipples and then bit me. It sent sharp pain through me, but then it felt good. We kissed and I moved my hands and fondled her titties. Then I pulled one hand out and rubbed her between her legs. She let out a nice moan, and I knew she was hot. She took my face in her hands, kissed me and asked if I would like her bottomless too?
Of course I nodded and I stood back and watched as she pulled her jogging pants down, to reveal her black bikini panties. She then peeled the panties off and I got to once again see her bush and pussy. She stood there for a second and I then took her in my arms again and we kissed and hugged. But then I realized my cock was on her tummy and my balls could feel her pussy hair and slit. Without breaking our hug, Sherry moved her hips back a little and trapped my dick between her legs and then pushed her hips up tight against me again. It felt wonderful!
After some passionate kisses and groping, Sherry broke our kiss, laid her head on my shoulder and then whispered,”would you like to put your cock inside me?” She went on to say she would understand, since it was my first time, but that it was ok with her.
I’ll admit, I had to think about it. I had talked about doing it the first time with my girlfriend, and I immediately thought how I could lie to her later, but my dick was just too hard and I was thinking with the head between my legs.
I said yes, I would like that, but where could we go.
Sherry said we should stay there because we could not get caught. But then it hit me! I didn’t have a condom. Sherry then told me, not needed, she was on the pill and it had worked with her boyfriend.
So I said, where did she have in mind.
She said if it was ok, she had a position that really felt good to her and knew I would enjoy also, so I said, let’s try.
Sherry then led me to the big picture window and told me she could also watch to see if our grandparents returned. She requested first, could I get her a little more ready?
I said of course, “what should I do?”
Sherry put her hands on the window ledge and bent over slightly. She then said, can you finger me, get me wet and maybe eat my pussy?
I didn’t need a second invitation. I kneeled down behind her. She spread her legs a little more and I moved my hand and cupped her pussy. Then I fingered her pussy lips, felt a little wettness, and then stuck my face between her legs and licked her pussy until she was gushing. I think she had a mild orgasm as I ate her.
Sherry then said,”it’s time baby. stand up and put your dick in my pussy. I want to feel you inside me.”
I stood up and took my cock in my hand and first pushed it down the crack of her ass.
Sherry reached down with one hand and took my cock and guided it to her fuck hole and gently pushed up. I put my hands on each side of her hips, bent my knees slightly and shoved my hips forward. I felt her slickness and then realized my dick had popped inside her pussy. I looked down and saw her curved ass and could see part of my dick still not in her. I pushed my hips and pulled her hips into me and felt my cock slide into her tight pussy until my stomach was tight into the crack of her ass. When I was all the way in, I held her hips tight and let her squeeze my cock with her pussy muscles. Sherry moved her hand and squeezed my ball sack, then moved her hand onto the window ledge and braced herself. I withdrew my cock and then started humping her faster.
Sherry was now moving her hips and our rhytem was going faster and faster. But then Sherry almost stopped. She was breathing hard, but then she spoke and asked,”can you cup my tits? They are bouncing and rubbing the inside of my jacket and it doesn’t feel good.”
While holding my cock up inside her pussy, I moved my hands from her hips to the front of her jacket, opened it and cupped her tits. When I pulled my cock back to start fucking again, Sherry spoke again,”wait, that isn’t such a good idea. If someone looks up here they can see my tits. Can you come under the jacket?”
I said,”of course.”
I put my arms around her waist and let Sherry zip her jacket back up, Then I slid my hands under it from the bottom and cupped each huge boob. With tits now to hang on to I start humping Sherry again. It didn’t take long for us to get the rhythm again. I still remember how wonderful it felt to have my dick up inside her, and I loved fucking her in that rear standing position. My girlfriend never even let me try that after we started having sex.
We were both about ready to cum. Sherry spoke first and said,”squeeze my nipples now.”
I then spoke and asked Sherry once again,”Sherry, I’m gonna cum, are you sure you want me to cum inside you?”
“Oh yes,” she answered. “Fuck me hard and cum in my pussy.”
That was all it took, I warned her,”I’m cumming!” I pumped a couple more times and then pushed my dick all the way in and the spewded my cum all up in her pussy. Sherry either started cumming too, or just knew squeeze with her cunt muscles. I just held her and kept my dick up in her pussy and fondled her boobs.
As we both felt my dick start to slide out of her cunt, Sherry told me to reach down and pick up her panties and when I pulled out, catch my cum with them. She said she would wash them before she went home. I could barely reach down, but picked up her panties, slid my dick out and put her panties between her legs to catch the jism.
Then Sherry blurts,”just in time! Grannies car just pulled up.”
I said, “are you going to be ok?”
And she said “sure.”
Sherry pulled her warm up pants back on, and I quickly got dressed again and went out the back and got in my run.
I wish I could tell you of more fun that Sherry and I had, but that evening and the next day we were always with others and didn’t have another opportunity. But I’ll never forget that education I got from my cousin. 2nd cousin!

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Smiling sweetly
her green eyes glitter
with a mischief
that she keeps
hidden within
hips swaying gently
as she walks to the dark wood
calling with her heart
wondering where
He has gone
she hears a wisper
carried by the wind
Here, Here
Here I am
with Love shining
brightly in her heart
she moves forward
into the forbidden woods
where she was told never to go
softly giggling to herself
she looks only forward
never looking back
walking into her lovers embrace
sighing happily lets Him
take her away
she looks back just once
smiling to herself
she realizes that she will Never go back
into the night she goes
with a love that
she never thought she would
Know.

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I woke in the morning, a bit confused as to where I was. It came back to me as I felt the knot between my ass cheeks