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A Flight to Remember

My Mile High Experience
I spent my summer at the University of California in Berkeley, studying Arabic, when I had to return home to Alabama. My several connecting flights made the fare cheaper, but it just took so much longer to get home. Little did I know that later that day I wish I had more time on one of my flights, not less. I got onto a Southwest plane in Arizona, flying into Birmingham in the early afternoon, and chose a seat near the back of the aircraft. I took out a book, and had just finished the first few pages when an absolutely beautiful girl came down the aisle, weaving around with her purse and carry-on bag.
I stood to help her, and I caught her bag as she dropped it off the luggage rack. She gave me a quick smile and apologized, “I am so sorry, thank you so much, that thing weighs too much for me!” “No worries,” I replied.
She gave me an extremely white smile and asked if the seat next to me was taken, and I couldn’t believe my luck. Now I am a relatively decent looking guy I guess, nothing to write home about but I am pretty sure I can be charming if I want to be. I just looked at this girl, she looked around her early 20’s, but with me being 18, I thought she would just be some eye candy for my flight. Even so, I wasn’t about to complain, so I said that it wasn’t, and she took her seat.
We began to talk, at first nothing serious, just chitchat, but then we began to delve into more serious conversations, like past relationships. We were alone in our seats, so we both felt a bit more comfortable in talking without reservations on what we said. I found out that she was much older than she looked, 33, and I was completely blown away. This girl had an amazing body, around a C cup if I had to guess, a decent ass, but a face to die for. She had flaming curly red hair, which is a definite fetish for me, and a pretty raunchy sense of humor too. My kind of woman.
Our talk grew over the next hour and a half or so, and I figured I may as well try my luck, I am never going to see this woman again, so I should see if I could at least get a kiss out of it. I reached out and grabbed her hand as we talked, and her eyes dipped down and looked at it, then she looked up and smiled at me.
“Now tell me exactly what you are trying to do here mister.” I looked a little embarrassed, thinking I had been shut down, and she added, “Not that I’m complaining.” Then she gave me a little wink.
I told her straight up that I thought she was beautiful, thinking there was no way I could be any more embarrassed, and she told me there was no way she had gotten on this flight thinking a cute guy would put the moves on her. Our conversation continued along these lines for the next few minutes, then she asked me, “Now, what kind of moves would I have to return for you to kiss me?” Elation grew inside me, and I told her, “Just saying that is a definite confidence booster,” and I leaned in for the kiss. I curled my arm up around her and soon she was in my arms and our tongues were dancing in each other’s mouths. We pulled away and she gave me a little smile as she tugged off her jacket and put it over our laps. When she leaned back up into me, she disengaged her fingers from my hand and started to unfasten my belt.
Completely taken aback, there was no way I was going to stop her as her hand reached into my pants and started to fondle my rapidly growing cock. She expertly handled me knew exactly what she was doing, the benefit of an older woman. She leaned up and whispered in my ear, asking how adventurous I normally am. I replied, “I am here, getting a hand job and making out with a stranger on an airplane, so I guess that is pretty self explanatory.” She gave me a small laugh and said, “Get up and follow me.”
Grinning, I dutifully followed her into the area where the lavatories are, and she, with a quick glance to make sure nobody was watching, ducked into one, beckoning me to join her. As the door closed, we were pushed together in the cramped space, with barely enough room for each other. She forcefully pulled me into her and we started to make out again, this time her hands were pulling my shirt over my head, and I was being a little free-er with my hands as well. After she had finished, I lifted her dress off, discovering that she was only wearing panties underneath, no bra. Her breasts were absolutely beautiful, not too big, but not too small either. I sucked one into my mouth, and started to play with her nipples with my tongue when I felt her tugging down my pants. I looked down, completely surprised to see that she was fingering herself with light squelching sounds while she tugged on my rock hard cock. I must have been making her wet for the past half hour, I thought. I moved my hand to her mound, and my hand replaced hers, thumping in and out, pumping with two fingers as she tried not to make much noise. She whispered, “I have needed your cock inside of me since you first kissed me earlier, think we can do this without getting arrested?” Wordlessly, I turned her around and bent her over, sliding her panties down all the way. She was clean shaven, and her ass and pussy were tantalizing for me.
Her hand reached around under her and guided my cock to her opening as I lightly pushed inside. Her pussy was hot and wet, perfect for my cock. I started to pound, keeping my strokes short, so we wouldn’t be heard banging around outside. I still think people knew though, it’s hard to disguise those noises. She had her hands up on the wall, her leg up on the toilet, and was pushing back on me on every thrust. She was perfect, and I didn’t think anything would make me feel any better until one of her hands reached underneath her and fondled my balls while we had sex.
Our steamy encounter lasted about 7 or 8 minutes longer, and I told her I was going to have to blow my load soon. She grinned and dropped, crouching in a very cramped position, her mouth latched on the head of my cock and her hand pumping my shaft. I grunted and spewed my jizz all into her beautiful mouth. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes and very conspicuously swallowed every bit of it.
She got up and gave me a big hug, saying, “Thank you so much for that, I really needed it. I just wish we had had a bit more room to go at it.” I had an ear to ear smile on my face and said, “Yeah, I wish we had too, but you definitely made this a flight to remember.”

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What have you done to Jessica Part 3

As I opened my eyes, I looked at the clock next to the bed .It was gone 11:00 am.Normally I used to wake up before 9 in the morning . But I never had sex with a hot girl before.So it didn’t really matter. I was naked, my dick was still wet with the cum of my sister ,my clothes were scattered all over the floor. Every boy would have definitely dreamed of being in this situation. Thanks to my sister, my dream turned into reality. As the word sister came into my mind, I got off the bed to search for my girl. I searched for her in the bedroom, in the bathroom but she was nowhere to be found. Then I went downstairs to search for her.
“Hey hottie” I said softly as i walked into the kitchen. She was standing near the sink.She was wearing a top and panty.I immediately went over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist squeezing her tightly.
“Hey sexy” she said. She slowly turned around and gave me a long passionate kiss on my lips.
“what are you doing” I asked as I took a chair and sat beside her
“Making breakfast for both of us.You must be hungry, aren’t you”? she asked while cutting vegetables
“Yeah! But you don’t have to make lunch for that.I can adjust with a desert “I winked.She was smiling as she understood the intention behind my words.
“Oh really?”
“Yeah” I laughed.
“What’s the matter? You didn’t wear anything except your underwear” she asked as she looked me from head to toe.
“I didn’t want to take the pain of removing my clothes to have you in my arms and put my thing inside you” I answered
“Oh my ! where’s my little shy brother. The guy who felt shy to remove his clothes” she said by raising her eyebrows
“I don’t know” I winked.
After having our lunch, we both went to hall to watch TV.She was watching her favorite movie but I was busy observing my sister.I had never been so close to a hot girl . Every boy in my class had a girlfriend, even the dumbest guys.During the weekends, my friends used to go out with their girlfriends but stayed at home. These things really made me feel bad.Now I have a girl beside me who was more sexy than any girl in my class. I wanted to forget all those bad memories with the help of my sister. So without wasting even a single second I quickly got on top of her and started kissing. She was surprised with the move I made but she didn’t object.Few minutes later she pulled me away and started looking my eyes.
“Not here.Let us take it to a more comfortable place baby” She said. She grabbed my hand and we ran upstairs .I pulled off her top as we went dropping it on the staircase. We burst through the door kissing; our bodies pressed together, our tongues pressed into each other’s mouths. Holding on to my sister’s shoulders i pulled her inside and closed the door behind us. I grabbed her around the waist and lowered my head to her left nipple sucking it into my mouth and picking my sister up off the ground. She threw her head back as i was licking her nipple.She brought her hand to the back of my head, again, as i licked and sucked on it like a little baby looking for milk. She leaned her body back, pressing her chest further out to my face, which was becoming engulfed by her cleavage, as moved across to the other nipple. I lowered her to the floor and quickly attacked her other nipple, once more licking and sucking hard as she brought her head to the side of me to whisper in my ear.
“Ohh… god , yessss… suck my nipple baby. Yes, that’s sooo gooodddd. Aaahhhh…” She moaned out softly, before poking her tongue in my ear, tickling the sensitive inside with the wet, warm tip of her tongue.
Her tongue was licking the outside of my lips before pushing inside my mouth to mingle . I felt her press her breasts against my chest hard as she leaned forward to get her face closer to mine. She brought her hands to the sides and mouth to my stomach, which she began kissing, pressing her tongue around my belly button and giving me little kisses just above my underwear. This was driving me mad with pleasure.
She stood up again and i sat up on the bed. As my sexy sister stood before me, i brought my hands up and grabbed the waistband of her knickers and pulled the frilly cotton down her legs letting them go so they would drop to the floor. I was now facing her pussy. I brought my right hand up between her legs and grabbed her ass pressing my fingers into the supple flesh.
“Ohhh ooohhh…” She moaned . She kept her hands on my shoulders for support .Now her pussy was in line with my mouth. I closed my eyes and let instinct guide me as i moved forward and placed my lips on her pubic mound.I pushed her thighs wider open to open up her pussy for my exploring tongue. The sweet smell of arousal filled my nose as my tongue made contact with her dripping sex.
“AAAhhhhhh oohhhhhhh hhhhmmmmm…” She moaned as i touched her ass while my tongue touched the inner part of her pussy. She threw her head back as i touched a sensitive spot and she shouted out loudly for more. She pulled me off the bed and onto my knees. Not letting go of her ass, i was still in the same position, with my face buried in her pussy and my arms still between her legs. She moaned louder and more frequently as i began to knead her soft ass cheeks with my hands. “Ohhhhhhh ggoooooooooddddddd aaahhhhhhh ooohhhhhh oh oh aahhh.” She was shouting . She held head tightly in each hand so that she directed me to the places she wanted to feel my tongue go.
I hit just the right place as a flood of fluid flow from her body which shook in orgasm. Her hands holding my head tight, her cum dripping all over my face and down her thighs onto my arms.
She came down soon after.I watched as she lowered herself onto my cock, which easily slid into her. “Ahhhh ahhhh oohhh…” She moaned as she, with my help, began to grind her pussy onto my cock. I held her waist with my both hands and with strong forearms i helped her lift her up my cock and down again, taking it out to the head then back to the hilt, deep in her pussy. The moaning and groaning continued as we two moved as one; I took my sister’s ample nipples into my mouth and squeezing her ass cheeks as i felt my cock being put in a vice like grip by my sister’s pussy. We were both ready to cum. We were shouting out loudly.I kept shooting my load inside her like a machine gun. Few minutes later her juices flowed all over my cock. We both laid beside each other and took a long time to catch our breaths.
“Brother. I think we should clean ourselves .We both are covered with sweat and cum.” She laughed
“Yeah sure, why not”
“Why don’t we hit the beach today. We can clean overselves , enjoy and I have never been to the beach with you before” she suggested
I liked the idea because i never really had the chance to visit the beach. Dad was always busy with work and mom would never let me go alone.Mom was afraid of the people who came to beach to make love with their partners.Now it was a perfect chance to go to beach.I was not alone and I have a partner. So I got up and quickly got into my wore swim trunks and a t-shirt. She went to her bedroom and after few minutes she came out wearing small purple tank top and some booty shorts.
“Where’s your bikini” I enquired
“Its in my bag.Dont worry dear, I will wear it after we reach our destination. ok ?”she smiled
We quickly locked the door and got inside the car. Within no time we reached our destination as the beach was near to my sister’s house.The smell of the sea water tickled my nose as we walked to the beach. She had to wear bikini so she went to the ladies bathroom . As I was busy imagining my sister in various bikini’s, I felt a hand resting on my shoulders.
“Ready to go “she asked as she tried to adjust her thong.
As I turned around, I saw a beautiful girl wearing a white string bikini in front of me. The small cups of her bikini squeezed her D cup breasts together and brought them higher up so they looked even perkier .The beautiful girl was none other than Jessica, my sister. I literally wanted to have her in my arms and my dick inside her pussy. I held her hand and walked past the people who came with their family and friends.I liked the attention. Even some of my friends were present at the beach. They were looking at both of us with a confused face. I really loved the look on their faces. We walked deep inside the ocean and played with the water by splashing at each other. The water waves added more fun.I was enjoying each and every minute with my sister. Few minutes later we came out of the water and claimed a spot where my friends can easily see both of us. We laid down beside each other. Jessica set down her purse and laid down a towel.
She applied lotion to every part of her body and covered her eyes with the help of sunglasses. My friends were still watching us with their wide open eyes to figure out the situation. I leaned my head towards her cheek and started kissing it . Little later, I slowly lifted my hand and started massaging her breasts through the top.
“Mm, that feels good hun.” She moaned
Slowly i slid her bra down; revealing her soft breasts.
“No! There are way too many people here brother
“Oh come on Sis, not that many people will see you, besides we are not the only one here who are making love” i said pointing out to the couples who were naked
“We had sex a little while ago.why dont you lay down and take some rest.I’ll let you fuck the shit out of me after we get home” she said ,trying to convince me.
I wanna fuck the shit out of you here,right now!”
I knew i was behaving like a baby but i didn’t want to loose this opportunity.
“Fine here, take off my bra, if that makes you happy ”
“Trust me Sis. You are going to enjoy it”
I undid her top and tossed it aside; revealing her breasts to the beach.
My friends and some kids playing nearby got that instant boners as they watched me play joyfully with her boobs.Then i played with her nipples. Then i slowly moved my head near her lips and kissed her.As my left hand stayed on her breasts, I slid my right hand down her stomach. And slowly it slid to her pussy. I rubbed her pussy. I could feel the wet spot getting bigger. She moaned. I took this as a green light and peeled her thong down.
” no brother “she gasped
I just shushed her. I slid the panties down her legs, off the feet and cast them aside a few feet away where her top laid. I stuck my finger in her pussy and started fingering her. She moaned. As i started going faster and faster she moaned louder.
I moved my mouth on her pussy and started licking away. I moved my tongue deep in her pussy.
She wrapped her legs around my head
“Ohhhh ” She moaned as she orgasmed once again. I kept my mouth on her pussy to drink her tasty juices.
When i finished, i lied back down beside her.
“Do you want me to stop”
“Naah!” She laughed
I put her bikini in her bag. She didn’t object.
I got on top of her and took off my shirt. I slid down my pants and she grabbed my cock. I knew she wanted it. I thrust my cock deep inside her. She moaned.I did it again, and again as i found my rhythm She spread her legs wider and clenched the sand around us.Her tits bounced up with every blow to her pussy
“Yeah Baby! Fuck me harder” she begged
I quickened my rhythm. Every thrust made her let out a squeal. I fucked her faster and faster. I fucked her like an animal. It was amazing.
I withdrew as I was about to cum, i grabbed her tits and wrapped them around my dick. Soon i came all over her chest.She grabbed her breasts and licked the cum off of each.
It was getting late, my friends left as the show we put on came to an end.We were tired to get up so we decided to take some rest and then go home. She was in my arms; Her pussy was touching my limp penis, and i was slowly massaging her breasts.
The sight was beautiful; the sun was slowly going down.While I was looking at the sunset, she was looking at me. She wanted to ask me something, but something was stopping her.
“Do you want to say something sis?” i asked
“I….
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Love in the Last Frontier, Part 3

We traveled down to the end of the peninsula to the fishing town of Homer where we experienced a wonderful fish and chips lunch made from the fresh caught Halibut that came in that day from the fishing boats. Now I’ve had lots of fish and chips from all over the world but I can honestly say that none can compare to the delicious meal that I had that day at Captain Patty’s down on the spit. It was superb in its portions, taste and texture and although it wasn’t cheap, it was the most wonderful meal of its kind that I have ever had.
The views of the inlet were amazing with the volcanoes so close that you felt that you could almost reach out and touch them. The sun reflected off the salty water and made it seem almost tropical in its temperature. We stayed there for most of the afternoon, walking along the shops on the spit and taking photos of the surroundings but by 5:30 or so, we decided to head back towards Kenai and take the time to rest up a little from all of the lack of sleep we had endured the last couple of nights.
I allowed Chloe to demonstrate her domestic skills by fixing us a fine dinner and after a walk around the area, we decided to settle in for the evening and get ready for bed. Chloe walked out of the bedroom wearing her pajamas as my eyes fixated upon her luscious bodily attributes. There was nothing distinctive in what she was wearing; just your typical pair of long pajama bottoms and a tee shirt style top, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she slyly walked over to where I was still sitting.
She noticed my look and asked, “What are you looking at?” and blushed.
“I’m looking at the most beautiful creature that God ever created,” I said looking directly into her beautiful blue eyes.
She blushed again and broke off her gaze to look down into her lap. I reached out with my fingers and gently touched her chin. I raised her head up to look into my eyes and told her, “Chloe, you really are beautiful you know and I am a lucky fellow just to be seen with you, much less, spending the night with you. I just wanted to tell you that and to say that I hope you are having as good of time as I am.”
She looked down again as she said softly, “I’m having a wonderful time up here and I want to thank you for inviting me along. I know that you didn’t have to.”
I continued to appraise this lovely young woman that I had rescued from her mother’s boyfriend a couple of weeks back and had asked to come up here on this scooting trip to Alaska. I knew of her skills in photography so I also knew that she could be of great help working as my assistant for the commission that I had accepted. But I really hadn’t expected her to be so beautiful.
Chloe was a short little thing, being no more than 5’ a couple of inches and tipping the scales at around 100 or 105. Her long blond hair had a natural wave in it that curled up just a little as it cascaded down to her slim little shoulders and framed nicely her delicate facial features. Her perfectly shaped body curved out at her breast line just enough to tell the observer that her breasts were soft yet firm and nicely sized to fit her petite body. She was thin through her waistline but her hips flared out just enough to frame her nice athletically shaped rear end. Her legs, when you could see them, were equally athletic, showing one the trimness and muscles of a runner yet the delicateness of a model. All in all, she was not bad to look at.
I could tell instantly that she was not wearing a bra under her pajamas by the slight sway of her breasts as she walked and the pointy ends of them protruding through her shirt. As she sat down beside me on the love seat, she turned to face me and drew up her legs and crossed them Indian style. Her bottoms were plenty loose fitting as they bagged in the crotch but I silently hoped that before the night was over, I would know if she was wearing anything under them.
She leaned over to unbutton my shirt as she shyly stated, “Let me help you take your shirt off.”
I sat back and allowed her nimble fingers to work their magic and before long she was pushing my shirt off of my shoulders and tossing it aside. Then she reached for my belt and attempted to unbuckle it, but because I was sitting, she just couldn’t undo the silly thing. I grinned and stood up before her as she scooted around to face me where I stood. She not only unbuckled my belt but unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped my fly and had them down to my knees before I knew what happened. She looked up into my eyes and smiled a very seductive smile and then lowered her gaze and proceeded to remove my boxers down to join my jeans at the floor. My cock started to swell and increase in size as she helped me step out of my clothes. I stood back up totally naked right in front of my seated lover as her hand went out and gently cradled my cock as she again looked up into my eyes.
It had now grown into an erect pole and as she opened her mouth up wide and stuck out her tongue, she turned my cock up to lick the full length of its under side. The look in her eyes told me that she was loving this attention she was giving me and she wasn’t about to stop anytime soon. She smiled at me when she had reached the end and then moved it to one side and applied her tongue again to the full length of it, finally flicking the tip with her tongue. She repeated the process on the other side and then on the top, licking the whole length and settling on the tip. Finally she looked again into my eyes and then down at my now rock hard cock, opened her mouth wide and put it in between her lips as far as it would go.
When it reached the back of her tongue, she closed her lips, sucked down hard on it and drug her lips the entire way out, sucking in on her cheeks as it went. I almost died as my knees started to buckle. She took it out of her mouth and licked around the head for awhile before she opened up again and this time took just the head into her mouth and licked and sucked the very life out of it. I touched her on the shoulder and said, “Oh Chloe, I’ve got to sit back down before you suck the living daylights out of me.” She scooted off the loveseat to the floor as she allowed me to sit in the very spot where she had just sat. I scooted my rear to the very edge of the seat and then lay back down so my neck was the only part of me touching the back.
She had full access to my open crotch as her hand began to stroke my flag pole and her lips covered my head. She was devouring my cock-head with her mouth and was pumping my shaft with her right hand but her left hand was busy fondling my balls. With her gentle caress, she fondled them tenderly while taking my cock down into her oral cavity and drawing it out through her puckered lips. She took a second to wet her finger with her saliva and then placed it back down between my legs as she sought out my anus. When she found it, she circled around it a few times and then penetrated the opening and pushed it up to touch my prostate. I went wild with excitement when she touched and massaged the tender love gland in my rectum.
I suddenly felt that urge start to brew deep down in my loins and I knew that my time was about up, so I tried to sit back up to let my darling know that I was about to spew, but she would have none of it. She pushed me back down and redoubled her efforts with her mouth, taking it all the way back against her throat and out through her sucking lips and tongue. Her actions only intensified my need to explode so in only a couple more pumps of her mouth, it started to twitch and jerk and then it exploded deep within her mouth and down her throat.
I shot and shot some more; rope after rope of my hot, sticky fluids down my lovers throat. The feeling of it erupting only made her suck even harder on it as she continued to massage my prostate. I had almost blocked her manual insertion up my rectum when I found myself shooting my load and my legs were sticking out as straight as a board.
“Oh my God!” I kept yelling, begging for her to continue sucking on my spewing cock. “Oh my God Chloe, swallow my cum down your throat! Oh my God!” I kept up my spewing for a long time before it started to subside, but that didn’t mean that I had lost all desire to satisfy the one who caused the spewing. I managed to sit all the way up this time as she removed her cum filled mouth from my deflating cock. I hooked my hands under her arms and forced her to her feet. I grabbed her pajama bottom with both hands and ripped them down to her ankles exposing her bare pussy patch that was leaking out its hole from all of the excitement.
“Chris, I wanted this to be just for you,” Chloe pleaded. “Please can it be just about what you want?”
“I want you!” I said in reply. “I want to taste you! I want to ram it in your pussy! I want to cum all over you!”
She was silent as I took her to her back and ripped the bottoms off of her feet. I fell down between her legs and reached up with my lips to give her a deep passionate kiss. I could taste my own juices still in her mouth and the thought of where it came made me want to kiss her all the more. I opened my mouth and poked my tongue into hers as far and as hard as I could. The more I tasted and more that I wanted. I was crazed with lust and I was about to fulfill my lustful desires.
I grabbed her legs and pushed them high over her head. I forcefully spread them apart as wide as I could and looked down into her full waiting junction. I could plainly see her two puffy lips tightly lying against each other under the protecting cover of pubic hair and below, her puckered little rose bud. The sight of this made my mind go back to my own anal experience and my desire seemed to explode. I threw my tongue down upon it, trying to penetrate the opening with the pointy end but the sphincter was too strong to allow any entrance by my tongue. But I did manage to apply enough saliva to it that I thought something else could enter.
My mind was crazed with lust and was not working right so I aimed my cock right its entrance and was so tempted to plunge it forward. But only for her pleading cry not to enter her there kept it safe from my enraged cock. Instead I plunged it into her other hole and as it went all the way, the air escaped from her lungs in an unworldly grunt. My hands were under her top and roughly squeezing her breasts as I pulled it out and rammed it back with all the force that I could muster. I repeated my assault on this beauty over and over without any letup for minutes. I was out of juices but my cock remained rock hard with desire.
She was building very rapidly as I continued to saw into her vaginal opening. I was ramming it into her tender wanting pussy with avenges, not letting up for anything. I was on my tip toes laying against her spread out legs, making contact with just her pussy and my cock sliding in and out of her. It was going in the full length and hitting her cervix with every stroke and as it neared she started to scream with expectations.
“Oh my god,” she kept repeating over and over. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’M CUMMMINGGG!!!” she finally yelled at the top of her lungs, spewing her feminine juices all over the place. She was thrashing around, begging me to quit but I kept up my assault. I was starting to feel my release building again and I didn’t want it to end quite yet. But her cries became demands as she squirmed out from under me and I had to pull out. I began to jerk myself off because I was so close and then I erupted into a splashing gush of flying semen because I had no sperm left to ejaculate.
I pointed my cock right at my lover and let it fly. I spewed it all over her from her face to her crotch, splashing my fluids repeatedly between her legs, up her stomach, on her pajama top and on her face and mouth. I was crying out loud as I spewed, trying to extract all of the pent up emotions that had been build deep within my very fiber. And as I sent my last squirt oozing out of my hole, I collapsed my body down on my tiny little lover to pass into another world of exhaustion.
I awoke about two hours later all alone of the loveseat. I was stiff and a little sore from scrunching up on the tiny seat so I walked into the bedroom to stretch out and cuddle with Chloe. As I slid in next to her, I felt her bare little butt and placed my deflated cock right next to it. She cooed a little but I could tell by her rhythmic breathing that she was fast asleep. I slightly whispered into her ear, “I think I’m beginning to fall for you Chloe and I don’t know what to do.” She didn’t answer me out right but made a pleasant noise and scooted back into my caress. I went right back to sleep and had the most wonderful dreams in the world.
The next day we visited the town of Seward and checked on a “must see” voyage on a chartered boat to the Kenai Fiord National Park. Neal has more or less insisted that we hit that spot if not this trip, then definitely the next one. It boasts the most wondrous sights in all of the Kenai and I really wanted to take the ride but we couldn’t make the arrangements for now so I arranged a tour for our next visit.
We looked around the quaint little town for most of the afternoon but finally headed back towards Anchorage just in time to miss the afternoon traffic of the big city. To make sure that we didn’t get there until after the rush hour, we took a detour up the Hope to explore that old fishing village and on the view the Portage glacier near the tiny town of Whittier. After stopping at the two destinations to take a few photos, we traveled around Turnabout Arm of the Cook’s Inlet to our stop in Anchorage for the night. I wanted to check in with Neal and to see if he had any other suggestion for us before heading out towards Fairbanks and I caught him just as he was heading home for the night. He suggested that we meet him for dinner right after we got checked into a campsite for the evening so at around 8 that evening, we met up at his favorite restaurant.
Chloe wanted an excuse to dress up so I put on my slacks, a button shirt and real, honest to God dress shoes and socks. Chloe got dressed in the summer dress that I insisted that she buy back in Minnesota and when she walked out in it, I almost couldn’t breathe she looked so fine. It was a simple dress made from silk or rayon or some other clinging type fabric that was cut in the front in a square cut that was not revealing in the slightest. But under that loosely cut bodice that was held up by two thin spaghetti straps was the two most wonderful things that I could ever imagine. She couldn’t wear a bra because of the thin little straps that held up the top and the arms were cut too low to hide a strapless bra from view. So, that left the best thing in the world for me anyway, a bra less dress that clung to the wearer’s breasts and that wearer just happened to be my Chloe.
We were sitting at the restaurant when Neal made his appearance and as he approached us, his eyes went directly to Chloe’s breast line and he stammered out his greetings. Chloe blushed a little, knowing where he was looking and I had to hide my laugh as I shock his hand and retook my seat. His eyes continued to betray his feelings as they darted back and forth between her eyes and her breasts, but she didn’t seem to mind after awhile and I think she started to enjoy his attention.
But his roaming eyes started to get to me. “Hey, I’m the one who got the commission, not my assistant. Don’t you think that you should be talking to me?” I thought.
I had to ask him several times where he would recommend that we should go to get some good photos but I just couldn’t keep his attention more than a second or two. It was the longest meal that I had to endure for some time so when I got tired of all of the attention being placed on Chloe, I excused myself from the table to go to the restroom, got up and walked around to Chloe’s chair, bent down and kissed her right on the lips and said out loud to her, “Can I get you anything while I’m up, Sweetheart?”
She looked kind of shocked at first but answered, “No but thanks for asking Dear.”
When I got back, Neal’s entire demeanor had changed as he was sitting back in his chair speaking very casually to Chloe instead of glued to every word that she said. I got my point across to him and I only hoped that Chloe knew what I was doing.
We said our goodbyes as we walked out of the restaurant and headed back to the RV. Chloe was clinging to my arm and I didn’t know if it was for Neal’s benefit or not but she didn’t let it go until we got to the rig and I opened the door. She led the way into our little home and when I followed, she turned around and put her arms around my neck and almost laughed out loud. “Can I get you anything while I’m up, Sweetheart?” she said in a mocking tone.
“Well, damn it, I got tired of having that ass hole checking out your boobs all the time, I mean, hell, he wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was staring right at them,” I exclaimed in a mild rage.
“Well, I do declare, Christopher, are you a bit jealous of little ol’ me?” she asked, batting her eyelids, trying to do her best Scarlett O’Hara impersonation.
I looked down into those beautiful blue eyes that were flashing her enjoyment of the situation and melted into their deep pool of laughter. I suddenly bent down, took her in my arms a pressed into the most sensuous kiss that I could muster. My hands drew her into my chest as my lips separated to accept her probing tongue, our lips melted into one other.
My hands went down to her firm little rear end and I grasped on to her cheeks with both hands. She broke off the kiss and looked up at me and then she said, “Chris, I love you so much.”
I thought for just a second and said, “Chloe, I’m starting to fall for you too and I don’t know how to act. I don’t know, but damn it, all I want to do is hold you and kiss you and…”
She looked into my eyes and said, “And what, make love to me?”
“Oh yes Chloe, make love with you over and over, all the time. I want to kiss you all over and touch you all over…God Chloe, I want you right now,” I said in an exacerbated voice. “I want you Chloe, I want you.”
She threw her arms around my neck again and pressed her crotch into mine and said, “Then take me Chris. I’ve never wanted anyone else as bad as I’ve wanted you. I’m yours, forever.”
I put my arms around her waist and pressed gently on her back. I looked into her eyes and smiled as I said, “Well, since you are mine, I don’t have to hurry now do I. So I can take my time with loving you. I can take all the time in the world, can’t I?”
She smiled back and looked sheepishly into my eyes and then whispered softly, “Well, I don’t know about taking that long because I may need you before you need me.”
“That will never happen,” I said bending down to give her a kiss on the lips. It started as a gentle kiss but as I pressed my lips into hers, I began to kiss her with my lips open slightly and then with them opened wide. We soon were kissing passionately with open mouths and our tongues were exploring each other mouths. My hands were all over her back and soon were on her ass again, this time grabbing and fondling with my fingers.
I scooted my hands down her skirt and as I pulled up with my hands, the shirt began to rise up her ass. The hem was up to just below her panties and with my next grope, they were right on the silky material that covered her rear end. I would have gasped if it weren’t for the fact that my mouth was full of her tongue and when my hand touched her panties, she scooted her crotch right up against mine. I knew that she could feel my hardening cock as she pressed into it because she started to rub up her crotch hard into it.
I squeezed and kneaded her cheeks with my two hands as I stuck my fingers inside of both of her leg holes. She squeezed her cheeks together as I ran them down between her legs as she mashed her lips into mine. I could feel the moisture as it started to secrete from her vagina and I wanted to touch and see just where it was coming from. But first I had to touch her all over.
I ran my hands up over her panties to the small of her back and then back down to the elastic of her waistband. I inserted just the tip of my fingers and ran them around a little before I moved them up to her back. They reached the top of her dress, and as I pulled it away from the skin on her back, I unzipped the back with my other hand that was still on the outside of the garment. It opened up to my hand on the inside and then, taking it by the two straps, I slowly and gently removed them from her soft white shoulders. I stood back a bit, allowing it to fall away, freeing her two wondrous globes from the silky material that had been covering them. It continued its fall down to her tummy and then to her hips. It stopped there for just a second and then it went all the way to the floor.
She was wearing white shear panties, the kind that were so thin that you could see everything that they were suppose to cover. Her knees were tightly placed together when her dress gathered at her ankles. My eyes were glued to the lightly colored triangle that shown through the fabric right at her junction. I must have gasped a little because her knees locked into a protective stance just before I reached out to touch her at that very place.
Now it was her time to gasp as I made contact. It was just with my finger tip but you would have thought that I touched her with a cattle prod. She jumped back and gave me a shocked little smile and then reached out with her hand and cupped my fingers right on her pussy. She separated her knees just a little and it was enough to allow me to stretch my fingers deep between her legs and settle them right at the source of her moisture.
She closed her eyes as she melted into my fingers. I moved my touch deeper into her junction as her legs began to separate even more. There was no double crotch material in her panties, so I was touching the thin, see-thru fabric that separated my touch from her hair covered labia lips and I could feel them shudder under my touch. She began to coo just a little as I pressed my finger tip between her lips to the very source of her fluids. She reached up to grab me by my shoulders as she fought for her balance, then I said to her, “Do you want to go into the bedroom?” She didn’t say a word but took me by the hand and led me into the room.
When we got there, Chloe turned and had me sit on the edge of the bed. She knelt down and started to remove my shoes and socks while I unbuttoned my shirt. I then stood up and we both removed my slacks and finally my underwear. Chloe stood up in front of me looking strangely into my eyes as she asked me, “Chris, can I ask you a question? Please don’t laugh because I really want to give you something and I want to make sure that you will take it.”
Her question caused me to raise my eyebrow as well as my curiosity so I told her that she could ask me anything. She swallowed hard and then sat down beside of me. She looked a little nervous and I wondered what was on her mind but almost afraid to ask, judging by her anxiety. She started to speak slowly, not looking up from her hands folded demurely in her lap.
“Chris, you know that I love you and that I would do anything for you don’t you?” she began. I acknowledged the question with a nod but still wondering what in the world she had on her mind.
“I want to give you something, something that I can give only to one person, ever,” she continued to stare down into her lap. As she slowly looked up into my face, she continued to speak. “I can’t give my virginity because, well, you know. And besides, I’ve enjoyed sex with you so many times already. But I can give you one thing, it’s kind of like my virginity but it’s different. But if I give it to you, you have to promise to stop if it hurts me too much. I’m asking you to put it in my hole down there, you know, my butt hole.”
I was shocked and relieved all at the same time. My gosh did she know what she was saying? I almost shoved it in her tight little anus last night and I only stopped because she begging not to go there. And now she inviting me to take her anal virginity and what can I say but “Hell yes!”
“Chloe, are you sure?” I had to ask out of concern for my darling little lover but, all the while, I hoped that she would say yes. And when she did, I reassured her that I would be careful and I would pull out at the first sign of discomfort on her part.
She continued to sit there with her hands folded in her lap saying nothing. She was obviously nervous about what she had just aaaasked me and very anxious and unsure of how to get it going. I suddenly thought about the Vaseline that I had brought with me to apply to my lips when they are dry and ran to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. I emerged a second later holding the jar nervously in my hand and gave it to her saying, “Here this might help a little.”
She took it in her hand and then looked up into my eyes with this “Now what” look in them and smiled a nervous little smile. I leaned over and gave her a nice little kiss on the lips that turned into a mad passionate session of oral exploration on both of our parts. The ice was broken as our hands began to hold, press and force each other into a reclining position and then my hands found their way down to her crotch.
I began to rub her pussy lips through the thin covering of her panties and soon I was feeling her juices as they escaped down below. She was panting now with anticipation and lust and I hoped for the moment in time that was rapidly approaching when I would take my gift that she had offered me completely. I only hoped that it would be a good experience for both of us because I knew it would be for me.
I picked up her legs and pressed them down on her chest. Then I slowly started her panties down her hips and up her legs until they were off of her feet but her legs were flailing up in the air. I scooted closer to them and placed my hand down on her open crotch. I began massaging her between her legs, taking my fingers and gently rubbing along the outsides of her puffy little labia lips. I extended my reach downward until they went to the end of the lips and encircled her rose bud. She stiffened as I made contact but relaxed as I encouraged her with my soft soothing voice. Then I asked her to roll over and to stick her little butt straight up in the air.
She did what I asked and after I placed her knees far apart, I sat back to admire my work. What I saw took my breath away. It was the most erotic sight that I have ever seen. Sticking straight back at my hungry eyes was her wide open butt propped up by the backs of her two white legs that went down to the mattress and bent at the knees. They were at least 18 inches part and her hairy junction joined them in the middle. She had her face to one side as she laid it flat on the pillow to the right and her two breasts were swaying, there barely pressing into the mattress. Her lips were slightly separated as the fluids gathered at her opening and glistened in the light of bedroom. It was a sight that I will always remember.
I had to touch and caress her two lips that were begging for my attention so I placed my two fingers directly on each one and ran my touch up and back along their length. She shuttered a little but did not move from her erotic position. Again I ran them the full length up but allowed them to slide down her canal as I slowly drug them along until I stopped at her vaginal opening and to a detour inside of her opening. She gushed her fluids out of it, making my fingers nice and lubricated as they extended inward as far as they would reach and then while I was pulling them out, I pressed upward slightly and massaged her G-spot just for good luck.
She cried out as she switched sides of her face on the pillow and her tummy moved down a little causing her rear end to stick up even more. I withdrew my fingers from her glory hole, taking as much of her natural lubricant with them as I could and moved up to her puckered rosebud. I encircled it couple of times, smearing her fluids around the edge and into its opening a little, and then I made a trial run up her anus by inserting my finger into her rectum and moving it around. She held her breath in anticipation and tightened up her muscles down there around her anus. I told her to relax and enjoy it the best that she could and she did relax a little as I reached for the jar of Vaseline.
I dug out a blob with my finger and aimed it towards her anus. I poked the finger fully into her rectum and ran it completely around, spreading the lubricant all over the opening and as deep into the confines as my finger would reach. I then took another blob on my finger and spread it all around the head of my cock and when I was satisfied that I was finished lubing up, I asked her, “Are you ready?” She answered back, “Uh huh,” and I proceeded to her opening.
I slid my cock head right into the rose bud with no problem at all but it soon met the restrictive presence of her sphincter muscle. The lubricant was only partly helpful with this obstruction but with a little persistence on my part when applying pressure and the guts of one little woman, it finally open wide to allow the intruder access to her soft colon and the treasure that were found in there. Her sphincter acted like a girdle around my cock, binding it tightly as it made its way in and out of her lovely rectum, causing much enjoyment for her and a tantalizingly tight fit for me. I began to hump her tiny little ass and soon was slapping my balls against her butt in a forceful rhythm that increased along with our arousal.
My right hand went down and grabbed her right breast and gave it a not so gentle of a squeeze but she was lost in the pleasure that I was causing down below and she didn’t even vocalize any pain that I was sure that I was causing her. She just continued to rock and push back into my pumping as I started to build up to my release.
I switched my hand assault from her breast to between her legs and was soon massaging her clitoris that was hanging free of her hooded protector. She screamed out in pleasure as she began the writhe about in her excitement and I kept my finger right on her spot, simulating her little love button more with every touch I made on it. She began to groan out loudly as I concentrated all of my manual attention to her node and my pelvic attention to her ass and my mental attention to holding back my immanent orgasm.
Her fluids were pooling on the sheets down between her knees as she reached higher and higher towards her orgasm, her first one she had ever had that was from anal stimulation. It was not only her first anal orgasm but one of her greatest of all time. She was building higher and higher until she could not build it any more. She suddenly jerked herself forward, landing flat on her chest and stomach with her rear end sticking straight up in the air. She was ramming her hips back into every thrust of my cock that was buried deep into her bowels. She started to scream out her pleasure just as I shot my first load deep up her rectum. She was wildly thrashing about under my weight as I continued to pump my sperm into her. Her voice was so low in tone that I hardly recognized it as coming from her but I knew that it was because with every loud scream came a deliciously warm sensation from her sphincter.
I finally shot my last rope out of my cock as her hips went limp down on the mattress signaling her surrender to her orgasm. All she could do was to whimper as my weight kept my deflating cock buried up her ass. When finally her sphincter spit out the limp noodle, it smeared the combined fluids and lubricants all over between her two cheeks as she groaned a disapproving little sigh and then went silent. I rolled off and laid there beside of her panting. I had one of the best orgasms of my life and I had my little Chloe to thank for it, that and that wonderful little rose bud that she had given me as a token of her love.
I lay there on my back, trying to catch my breath, thinking about what I had just experienced and who had made it possible. My God, the love of this girl for me must be immense and all I could do was to take advantage of this love and give back nothing in return. “What are you afraid of, Chris?” I kept asking myself. “Are you afraid that she will break your heart just like her mother did? Are you afraid to give her your heart, afraid of declaring your love for her? What’s wrong with you, you know that you love her, why can’t you say so? She just gave you the last thing that she possible could, her virginity, albeit her anal virginity, but it was something of importance. It’s not like every woman has given up that last piece of themselves and to give it as a token of her love for you, well, that’s something very special indeed.
I rolled over and laid my head on her shoulder blade so I could hear her heart beating in its rhythmic beat. I wondered what she felt in this beating organ that they call a heart. Was it really love? Was it this love real and did she have it just for me? I suddenly felt this sensation come over me, them warmth that emanated from deep down inside of my chest. I had to say it; I had to express my feelings. I whispered softly into her back, “Chloe, I love you. I really do love you.”
She sighed but didn’t move. Her eyes were closed but a simple little smile crossed her face and I knew that she had heard my declaration. I had said it; I had told her that I loved her and I now knew that I really did. I had for a long time but refused to acknowledge it but now I didn’t have to worry about anything as long as my Chloe never leaves my side I will be happy.

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THREE GUYS AND THE GUINNESS BOOK

Three guys, who were old friends were hanging out one day when one of them starts looking at his hands continually. Finally one of the others asks him about this and the friend replies, “Well, I have noticed how small my hands are. I bet they are the smallest men’s hands in the world. I was thinking about going to the people at the Guinness Book of World Records and asking them to measure them to see if I can get in their record book. I believe they pay lots of money also.
Then the second guy starts in. He tells the others how small his feet are and relays how he only wears a size 5 shoe and that his feet are probably the smallest men’s feet in the world. He inquires about how much the record book pays and when told, decides to go with his friend with the small hands to the Guinness office.
The third guy is listening to the others and decides to offer up his story. He tells the others how embarrassed he is to admit this but that his penis size is so small, he is sure he could set the world record. Realizing how much money he could make if he gets in the record book, he also decides to go to the Guinness office with his friends.
All three are in the offices of the Guinness Book of World Records and the first guy with the small hands goes in.
Finally after two hours, he emerges grinning ear to ear and holding up a big check for $100,000. The other two men hover around him admiring his good fortune. Then the second guy with the small feet goes in and after a couple hours, he also emerges smiling and holding up a big fat check for $100,000.
The third guy with the small penis goes in but he is only inside the interviewer’s office for a couple of minutes and when he emerges, there’s a glum expression on his face and he doesn’t have any money either. The other men ask what happened.
He replies,”Do any of you know who [insert here the name of male friend who is listening to you tell this joke] is?”

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A nurse’s story

“I’m a slut,” Carol Wilson concluded. “I am discreet, to be sure, but I am a sexually promiscuous woman just the same.” These thoughts were racing through Carol’s mind as she stood at her nursing station late one night. Carol was a senior nursing supervisor at a major hospital in Chapel Hill and was working the eleven to seven shift on the third floor east wing that particular night. At three in the morning the halls were silent and the other nurse on the shift was at lunch. At quiet times like these Carol mused over the bizarre things that had happened in her life. She anxiously shook her head as she concluded that her husband, Greg, was a major contributing factor to her sexual depravity.
Thinking back, she realized that she’d been a naive country girl from Greenville when she went off to nursing school at UNC. She met her future husband there and he quickly introduced her to the joys of sex…wild, raging, uncontrolled sex. Greg had quickly broken down all of the barriers that she had developed growing up in a quiet, conservative family. Just about everything possible had been experienced during those college days . She’d even been shared by several of his fraternity brothers after one particularly drunken party at his apartment. She just shook her head at that particular rememberance. In any case, Greg and Carol were married after college and quickly got involved in the sexual swinging that was rampant at that time. Their sex lives were full, to say the least. Although most of their experiences were as a couple, they also did some fooling around on our own. Greg first started cheating with several women and, Carol had to admit, she was dreadfully hurt at first. She quickly decided, however, that this was an opportunity for her to get a little action on her own. They ultimately reached an agreement: Neither would ask about the other’s escapades … as long as they were discrete. They had certainly enjoyed each other, even though they never had children, but enjoyed others as well.
Carol had been a knockout in those days ….. and even now at age forty-two, she knew that men still turned their heads to watch as she entered a room. She was a slender five foot six with silky light brown hair. Her face was strikingly attractive and possessed all the classic features and sparkling, perfectly-spaced brown eyes. Her skin was still flawless, her nose had a slight upturn, and her lips were rich and full. Her hair was a thick, light brown that fell to her shoulders and was cut in even bangs across the front. Her frame was slender and taut with small, but properly proportioned breasts, and a well-rounded ass. As every man noticed, her legs were her most attractive feature, long and shapely. Unfortunately, her physical charms were well hidden under the baggy hospital “scrubs” that had replaced the traditional nurses uniform since she had graduated from nursing school.
“Oh yes,” Carol thought, “I’ve messed around on my husband many times over the years and fucked a number of other men. There were just too many opportunities at the hospital not to take advantage of them,” she smiled at the remembrances. “I had that long term relationship with Doctor Jerry Winthrop and thoroughly enjoyed the frequent “coffee breaks” we took on the couch in his office. Then I’d screwed around with Dr. Quinton until he took a position at the medical college in Richmond. Oh yes, then there had also been that medical student who worked as a part-time phlebotomist, and the Med Tech with the big cock, … and all the rest! Oh yeah, I’ve had a full, but carefully discreet, sex life over the last twenty years.” She gazed up and down the silent, darkened corridors, lost in her thoughts of past sexual encounters.
That particular night shift her thoughts curiously shifted to Malcolm Johnson. She’d known Malcolm, a black male nurse, for years and even though they occasionally worked together on the same shift, she’d never really considered him to be someone to ever fool around with. To be sure, they’d talked a lot and sometimes the banter got a little smutty. When no one else was around, their conversations were frequently filled with innuendo and even overtly sexual comments. However, other than the exchange of sexually-charged words, the two really never did anything physical.
For some reason Carol started having very erotic and sensual dreams about Malcolm the previous August. They were uncomfortably real and so vivid that when she woke up after them, her pussy was wet and she could virtually smell and taste him from the imagined encounter. The dreams reoccurred every few days, and became more and more vivid as time passed. This situation began driving her to the point of distraction on her job. Carol could never gather together sufficient courage to tell Malcolm about her increasingly erotic dreams, though. She found It was so frustrating to be imagining him fucking her, forcing her to suck his cock and doing all the bizarre things she dreamt of him doing to her! Regardless, nothing ever happened … but that was soon to change.
About a week later Carol was working a Wednesday three to eleven shift, but circumstances were such that she was forced to stay late. The nursing services manager was at a conference in Raleigh and had asked her to do the regular nursing station stock inventory during her shift. Unfortunately, the day had been unusually busy and by eleven o’clock she had not had the opportunity to inventory the supplies. Malcolm had relieved her and she finished up some shift paperwork before she intended to start to the inventory. She had completed all the paperwork when she realized that she had left her hospital service keys at home. Consequently, she realized that she would have to ask Malcolm to borrow his store room keys.
When Carol asked him for them, he said they were in his pants pocket, but he was working on a critical specimen and couldn’t stop to get them. He winked and said, “Why don’t you just grab them out of my pocket yourself, Carol.” Smiling, she reached down into his pocket to fetch the keys. Unintentionally, however, she grasped his his cock. She really hadn’t intended to do anything else, but she teasingly squeezed it two or three times before she felt it hardening in her hand and a smile began to across trace Malcolm’s face.
Carol, suddenly embarrassed at her boldness, quickly released her grip on his dick and jerked her hand out of his pocket. Blushing, she murmured that she was sorry and just stood frozen there in her unexpected embarrassment. Malcolm turned toward her, winked and said, “I thought you just wanted my storeroom keys; but, you can do that any time you want to.” Then he smiled, reached in his pocket, fished out the keys and handed them to her.
Carol grabbed the keys and rushed down the hall to the storeroom. She was so embarrassed by what had happened that she could not bring herself to return the keys to Malcolm after she had unlocked the door. Rather, she gave them to another nurse who happened to pass by the storeroom, asking her return them to him.
Forcing herself to focus on the inventory, Carol started to account for the products and materials stored in the tall shelving that filled the room. After a while she was so focused on her job that she was oblivious to everything else. The nurses station storage room was fairly small and, although the nursing and administrative supplies required for immediate use were limited, they were stacked in shelves by use and availability. She couldn’t see the door from where she was crouched down, inventorying a bottom shelf when the circumstances changed significantly.
Carol heard the door open and close and then the distinctive sound of the lock being engaged again. She peered around the shelving and was starting to stand up when she saw Malcolm walking in. She was about to say something, but was still mortified by the incident at the nursing station and decided to remain quiet. Malcolm looked directly at her, unzipped his fly, and pulled his cock out of his white hospital pants. His shaft was hard as a rock and he smiled as he started stroking himself, looking directly at Carol squatting on the floor. She paused in fear, yet was not able to take her eyes off him and what he was doing with his erect shaft.
He walked directly in front of her, caressing his cock while he walked. When he was directly in front of her, he softly said, “Well, Mrs. Wilson, why don’t you help me take care of this swelling I seem to have.” She just stared at his huge cock bobbing inches in front of her face.
Carol asked him, “ahhh ….. wha …. what?”
He said “Why don’t you put my cock in that pretty white mouth of yours. Just open your mouth and suck on it. I think you can help me get rid of the swelling” To her amazement, Carol obediently responded and did just what he ordered her to do without question.
He gently slid his cock in and out of her mouth as he increased the stroking of the shaft. He looked down at Carol and told her “Look up at me, Mrs. Wilson.” Then he said, “You like being on your knees in front of me, sucking my cock, don’t you? Important nursing supervisor. Hmmm, a white girl like you just needs a big black cock in your mouth every so often, just to make you realize where you belong.”
Carol felt embarrassed and humiliated and feebly tried to pull her lips away from his cock. He realized what she was trying to do and reached his free hand around behind her head, and grabbed her by the hair. His strong grip wouldn’t allow her to pull her mouth off of his turgid cock. He forced her mouth back down on his throbbing shaft and made her continue sucking. Finally he released his stroking hand as he thrust forward, ramming his dick fully into Carol’s mouth.
Malcolm let out a loud, drawn-out groan as he climaxed. Carol tasted the massive load of his creamy semen spurting into her mouth and coursing down her throat. His spewing cock quickly overwhelmed her mouth and she choked and coughed. In response, he eased his dick out of her mouth while his climax continued. She closed her eyes as he spewed his semen over her face and down on the top of her scrubs.
When he finally stopped ejaculating, Carol’s face was covered by his semen. “That’s it, keep your eyes closed. Hold it right there, Mrs. Wilson.” After a brief moment he continued, “Perfect, Thanks, Mrs. Wilson. Hey, let’s get together and do this again real soon.”
Carol opened her eyes and watched as he zipped up his fly and walked toward the door. She heard the stockroom door open and close and Malcolm was gone. Stunned, she collapsed out of her crouch and sat on the floor, crying. She just couldn’t believe what had happened and what Malcolm had done to her. After several moments, she cleaned up as best she could, wiping her face with the hem of her scrubs.
Embarrassed and humiliated, Carol left the storeroom and went down to the senior nurses office on the second floor to hide. She just couldn’t go back to the nursing station and face Malcolm. No sooner had she got there and sat at her desk, uncontrollably sobbing with her head in her hands, when she got an e-mail from Malcolm. She opened it and recoiled at what it contained. It was a picture of Carol kneeling down with Malcolm’s creamy semen spattered all over her face and with even more oozing out of her open mouth. At the edge of the photo, mere inches away from her face, was the head of Malcolm’s rigid cock. She hadn’t realized it, but he had obviously snapped the shot with his cell phone camera when her eyes were closed at the end of the encounter. He had included a brief message, as well. “Mrs. Wilson, I’ve wanted to have you suck me off for years. Keep this to remind you of what happened. You might even want to share it with your husband. I’m sure he’d love to have a shot of you sucking a black cock.” Oddly enough, instead of deleting the e-mail, she saved it to a hidden folder in her personal email account.
Carol let three days pass after she’d sucked Malcolm’s dick in the storeroom. She had even called in sick so she wouldn’t have to encounter him directly. She just couldn’t bear the thought of seeing him and knowing what he would be thinking, remembering how she had sucked him off. She just couldn’t imagine how she could face him again, remembering how he had humiliated her like that. Even so, her pussy tingled every time she recalled the encounter. “What’s wrong with me!” she wondered. As much as she hated Malcolm for degrading her like that, she couldn’t erase the memory of the overpowering sensation of sucking him off, of feeling his hot sperm gushing into her mouth. She would pull up the picture on her computer when she was alone to look at it again and again. Whenever she relived the incident she was so thoroughly excited and aroused by the thought of his orgasm in her mouth that her pussy would become soaking wet.
The day Carol went back to work was a day when Malcolm was off shift. Consequently, she felt somewhat more comfortable about being there. She just hoped that hospital upper management team would never find out about the incident. “Well,” she thought, “I just hope that he is going to be satisfied with what happened and be finished with me.” She was conflicted, as well, because at the same time she clung to the overpowering desire that he would do it again, violate her again. However, this time, not just use her mouth but fuck her pussy, as well.
This particular day she worked the 7 am – 3 pm shift, and was surprised when her boss, Susan Thompson, called her at the nursing station a little before three. She and Susan had been friends for years, well before Susan had been promoted to her new position. Susan asked if she wanted to go out for a drink with her after the shift. Carol quickly responded, “Sure,. Susan. I think that’s a great idea. I could use one after this week.”
The two women went to the bar at a hotel right down the boulevard from the hospital. They “talked shop” and sipped their drinks for almost an hour when Carol got a call on her cell phone. Answering it, she was surprised to hear Malcolm’s voice. Malcolm apologized for not calling her the last few days and said he’d been busy, but wanted to say thanks for a terrific blowjob. “I certainly enjoyed having you suck me off, Mrs. Wilson. I bet you like to suck a lot of cock, don’t you? I bet you like to suck the cocks of men other than your husband, too, don’t you?”
Carol really didn’t know how to answer. Instead of her initial reaction to hang up, for some unknown reason she said, “I’ve been thinking about what happened and, yes, I do like it.” Almost immediately she was shocked by what she had said and wanted to take back her words right after she’d said them, but it was entirely too late.
Malcolm said “Hey, look, I’m not doing anything at the moment. Why don’t we meet someplace?” Again, before she thought through what he had asked, Carol said, “I’m in the bar at the hotel down the street from the hospital. Susan Thomson and I are having an after-work drink. Why don’t you join us?”
“Sounds great,” he responded, “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Carol’s stomach was churning. “What on earth have I done?” she thought, shocked by what she had done. “How could I be so stupid? What am I going to say to him when he gets here?” Visably shaken, Carol ordered another bourbon and coke.
Susan look puzzled and asked her “What’s wrong, Carol?” Carol paused and then told her that Malcolm was coming there and joining them for drinks. “So, what’s the problem?. He’s joined us for drinks before.”
Carol’s head swirled in a series of confused and conflicting thoughts and emotions. Finally she decided to tell Susan what happened that night in the storeroom. As Carol related the story, Susan’s eyes widened, her jaw dropped, and an expression of sheer astonishment crossed her face. Even so, the question she asked upon hearing the story shocked Carol: “What was it like, Carol? What did his cock look like?”
Carol paused briefly, then grinned, and said , “Oh, Susan! It was huge! …and just full of creamy semen!”
Susan smiled, swirled the bourbon around her glass and quietly said “I’ve always wondered what he was like. I often imagined exactly what size of cock he had, but never had the opportunity to find out. You did!”
Carol closed her eyes and said, “Damn, Susan! He really is huge! Oh! … and he just filled my mouth with his cum!”
“Did you enjoy it?” asked Susan quietly, imagining herself in such a circumstance.
“No, not at first,” Carol honestly responded. “It wasn’t until I started to think about the experience later and began reliving it that I found myself truly aroused by what happened.”
Perhaps fifteen minutes later the pair saw Malcolm walk in with a several of his friends. This was something Carol hadn’t expected, but admitted that she was certainly excited to see him. She didn’t know any of the other men though, and neither did Susan. They knew, however, that none of them were from the hospital staff.
The four men came over and joined the women at the table and sat down. Malcolm introduced Antwan, Duane, and D’shawn. He explained that they were all members of his basketball team in the city’s adult recreation league. Providing introductions, Malcolm explained that Antwan worked as a loan officer at a local bank, while Duane was a lawyer and D’shawn was a high school coach. The group started talking and the men bought Carol and Susan several drinks over the next hour.
It was almost five o’clock when the men suggested that they all get something to eat in the hotel restaurant. Susan said, “Oh no, not for me. I have to get home. Carol, what about you? are you going to be staying?” Carol knew she was entirely too drunk to drive and planned on leaving. She intended on calling Greg, her husband, to come pick her up. Carol assured Susan that she would be fine told her that she would call her. However, Malcolm then suggested that she go back to his home nearby and have another drink, assuring her that he would then get her home.
Carol knew that she should leave right then; however, for some bizarre reason, Malcolm’s suggestion made sense. She told him “Why not, but that I can’t be out too late either. I better call Greg.” She called her husband and lied that she and Susan were going out for the evening. There was a pause and then Greg said, “Okay.” Pausing again, he continued “Be careful and get a ride home if you’re too drunk.” After she hung up, Malcolm said he’d that he’d take care of her and get her home. Susan was concerned and feeling reluctant to leave, but she got up and prepared to leave the bar.
They all walked Susan out to her car and she gave Carol a wink as she got in. “Well, Carol, have a fun evening and tell me about it tomorrow.” When Susan’s car pulled away, Carol got into Malcolm’s Honda and the two drove a few blocks off of the main thoroughfare and into a quiet, secluded neighborhood. The couple drove without a word being spoken, lost in their own thoughts. Carol’s mind was swirling, recalling the storeroom experience and anticipating what she hoped would happen at his home. Even so, she was surprised when Malcolm’s friends pulled in the driveway behind them and asked him, “Did you know they were going to be coming over too?””
Malcolm said “Yeah, I’d invited them to come with us and we would all have a little party.” He grinned and continued. “Now, you treat my bros right and they’ll give you the night of your life.” He laughed and winked. Carol was more than a little drunk, but she quickly realized what kind of party he was talking about and that she’d be the center of attention for an interacial gangbang.
They all went inside the spacious and surprisingly well appointed house. Malcolm directed everyone into the living room and went into the kitchen to prepare drinks. Carol found herself sitting on a couch between Malcolm’s friends Duane and Antwan and as small as the couch was, the three were crowded quite close. Malcolm returned to the living room and passed out the liquor. After several moments, Duane and Antwan began rubbing Carol’s body through her clothing while the conversation continued and everyone sipped their drinks.
Everyone was laughing and talking as the additional alcohol continued to break down Carol’s remaining inhibitions. She really didn’t understand what everyone was talking about other than the evident fact that she was laughing and having a really good time. Because of the alcohol, her head began to swim in erotic thoughts. The two men beside her took turns kissing her, probing her mouth with their tongues. Carol was surprised that she was enthusiastically kissing them back, probing with her own tongue. After several minutes, Duane peeled off her scrub top, while Antwan began to work at removing her white scrub pants. Carol gave out a drunken laugh, and thought “Oh yeah, this evening is going to be something special!” Even so, she said, “I think you better stop what you’re doing, because … ..” She never completed the sentence because suddenly Duane unsnapped and removed her bra and started sucking and caressing her nipples while Antwan resumed his efforts with her hospital pants.
Carol didn’t struggle, and in no time they had her completely naked. Antwan tossed Carole’s panties to Malcolm and the men all whistled in appreciation of Carol’s shapely body. Duane and Antwan continued running their hands all over her body, especially between her legs. Carol leaned back on the couch and spread her legs further apart, giving them a better opportunity to let them do anything they wanted. She closed her eyes and put her hands behind her head as she leaned against the back of the couch, enjoying their caresses.
As Antwan reached down between Carol’s legs, he fondled her pussy and was quickly joined by Duane. Carol drunkenly giggled again, surprised at her wontoness. Certainly she was bothered by these black strangers feeling her private parts, but it felt so good that she wanted them to continue. She knew she was drunk and knowing the men were abusing her actually excited and aroused her. She could feel her pussy juices flowing profusely, quickly coating the men’s fingers. Surprisingly, Carol quickly experienced her first orgasm of the evening prompted by just their probing fingers alone. It was overpowering and she truly thought she was going to pass out from the combination of booze and sexual arousal.
“This white bitch likes it,” chuckled Duane. “Now, let’s see how much she likes this.” He unzipped his slacks and extracted a fully erect seven inch cock and pulled Carol’s head into his lap. Carol obediently opened her mouth and began to enthusiastically suck his rigid cock. “Hey, Gimme some of that!” said Antwan after a few minutes watching the action. “Don’t I get some?” Duane agreed and Carol felt her head being pulled to the other side to suck another firm, throbbing cock. This one was about the same size, but seemed even thicker than the first one. She sucked Antwan’s cock deep in her throat, making soft humming sounds as she did. She gradually worked her mouth all the way down his organ until she felt her nose reach his kinky pubic hair. Malcolm watched the three and told Carol to go ahead and suck them both off, “You need a mouthful of hot cum, woman.” he chuckled.
Carol increased her efforts, sucking eagerly until Antwan finally thrust up violently and climaxed with a thick load of creamy white sperm. Carol swallowed every drop, then directed her attention back to Duane and swallowed his swollen shaft. She worked her magic on his cock and was quickly rewarded with an equally thick white load. As his climax subsided, Carol scooped up a few drops of cum that had dribbled out the corners of her mouth and licked them from her fingers.
Even in her drunken and lust-filled condition, Carol realized that the other two men in the room had shed their clothes and were now completely naked. D’shawn pulled her forward and up off the couch, pushing her down on her knees on the floor. She was kneeling in front of Malcolm and D’shawn, each with huge erections, taking them in each hand and began stroking one while she sucked the other. Carol didn’t hesitate, but inhaled Malcolm’s cock all the way to the base in one smooth plunge. She made sloppy, sensual sucking sounds with her mouth as she worked him back and forth and finally deep into her throat. It wasn’t long before her strenuous efforts were rewarded as a thick load of creamy semen flooded her mouth.
She had barely swallowed that load, when she turned her attention to D’shawn. His cock was a little shorter, perhaps six inches, and very slender. She giggled, humorously thinking “Why, he’s a real ‘pencil dick’!” Even so, she lavished sloppy kisses and licks on the man’s shaft before sucking him all the way. D’shawn was patient, enjoying every moment with this skilled white woman and she worked on him for quite a while the other men cheered her on. After about five minutes of her exquisite cocksucking skills, he also blew a fresh load of cum down her throat.
As she swallowed the last of D’shawn’s sperm, Carol looked up to see the other three naked men standing around her, black skin glistening in the dim light, looking down on her and stroking their cocks. “Look at her, she loves this shit,” said Duane “She be nothing but a true whore,” said Antwan. Carol was beyond caring what they were saying; all she wanted was for one of these men to slam his cock into in her foaming hot pussy and fuck her. As she was pulled to her feet, Malcolm said, “We’re gonna use you, Mrs. Wilson. We gonna fuck your white ass silly!”
Duane grabbed her and led her to the large coffee table and pushed her on her back. He spread her legs and said, “Get ready to fuck, bitch!” He wasted no time and rammed his stiff cock into her drooling slash, driving it all the way in without a pause. In spite of her wanton needs, the force of the thrust elicited a loud grunt from Carol. She concentrated on the fat dick that was starting to fuck her hard, sliding over her swollen clitoris with each probing thrust. “Fuck me, damn you!” she wailed, “Fuck me.” Considering her agitated state of arousal and provocative words, it didn’t take much of this before Duane closed his eyes and blasted her cunt with his hot, creamy sperm.
Next up was Antwan and when he entered her pussy, he took his time and slowly, deliberately wormed his thick shaft all the way in. Carol lost it again, seemingly in one sustained orgasm as she screamed in sexual release. She began wildly thrusting against him, humping her hips upwards to get even more of his black cock up her pussy. When he reached his orgasm, after quite a long time of hard fucking, she came with him in yet another crashing orgasm of her own.
Malcolm was behind Carol and rolled her over. She spread her legs, and he plunged his huge cock into her already saturated pussy. She was so wet at that point that he slid in easily. He laughed and said “This white girl, senior nurse Wilson, is more than ready and willing to take a lot of cock in her. What do you think? can we help this cock-hungry white bitch out?”
The others laughed and shouted approval. Antwan said, “Fuck her in her ass, bro!” Malcolm laughed again and asked Carol “Would you like that, Mrs. Wilson? Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?” Carol quietly moaned, “Yes.” Malcolm chuckled again and told her to beg him to fuck her in the ass. Carol anwered with a near scream, “Please fuck me in my ass! Shove that big black cock of yours in my ass … please!!!”
Carol couldn’t believe that she was actually pleading this erotic and sensual request, especially in a room full of black guys that she had fucked and sucked! Malcolm pulled his dick out of her pussy and she felt his cockhead pushing against her rectum. This time she did feel pain as he first penetrated her. She screamed, which only made the men laugh. However, before she could make any more sounds D’shawn grabbed her by her head and shoved his cock into her mouth. As he started to thrust it in and out he said, “Here’s something for you suck on, bitch!”
Malcolm’s thick shaft battered Carol’s rectum, slamming in at out as he shouted, “Take it, bitch! Take all my cock! Oh, fuck! Her ass is so tight!” Carol moaned around D’shawn’s dick rammed past her sucking lips, lost in her own sexual overload. Probably ten minutes passed before both men reached their climax, pouring even more semen into her body.
After that they all took turns with the exhausted Carol until she could barely stand. Antwan sat on the couch and told Carol to straddle him and sit down. Weakened, Carol did as she was told and he grabbed and positioned his cock and the moment she sat down he drove his cock deep in her rectum. Pulling her body back, he told Duane “Fuck the white bitch’s pussy now!!” Duane didn’t hesitate, sliding his cock against the lips of Carol’s steaming slash and driving it home. Now Carol had two huge black cocks probing and thrusting in her body. The double penetration prompted yet another orgasm and she ground back against their cocks in frenzied response. The action only made the men fuck the sex-crazed woman all the harder, which in turn making her orgasm more. With a howl, Antwan was the first to reach his climax, flooding her ravaged rectum with his steaming hot cum. He was quickly followed by Duane, who blasted another load into Carol’s sodden, well-used pussy.
They gradually stopped their fucking and they turned Carol over to be violated by the other two black men. She was rolled sideways to Malcolm’s waiting cock. Facing Malcolm, she was lifted and firmly impaled on his rigid shaft as he pulled her body toward his chest. D’shawn then crouched behind her, positioning himself and slid his cock in her battered rectum. In spite of the akward position, the two men began fucking her, shaking her weakened body like a rag doll. Seeing his opportunity, Duane stood up on the couch and grabbed the mature woman by the hair, shoving his cock back into her mouth. “Clean my cock, bitch!” he screamed. Antwan cheered them all on, stroking his cock as he watched Carol getting fucked in the pussy, ass and mouth.
Carol’s loud moans, the sounds of the men grunting, and the emotion of the experience drowned out everything. Carol’s mind was swirling for what seemed like hours, then she heard Malcolm grunt and say “I’m cuming in that white pussy of yours!!!” and Carol felt his load spurt deep inside of her. Moments later, D’shawn groaned and said “Oh, fuck! Oh yeah, feel a load of nigger cum up that tight white ass of yours! Oh, fuck yeah!” as he loosed his own flow of steaming semen into her rectum.
After a few moments, Duane pulled out of Carol’s ass and then she staggered off of Malcolm. She was so weakened by the fucking that she couldn’t stand up and slumped down next to him, exhausted and nearly comatose, She could hear them all of them laughing and hooting as Malcolm said “Mrs. Wilson is the kind of white girl who loves getting gang-fucked by niggers.”
And, just that suddenly, the gangbang came to a close when Duane threw her a towel, and said, “We’re done and you needed to clean up.” The others began to clean up and get dressed. Malcolm turned and quietly asked her, “Mrs. Wilson, are you okay?” Carol didn’t quite know how to answer him. Her pussy burned and her ass was on fire and her jaw had been outrageously stretched. She could barely move her legs and her arms were like rubber. But, she knew that she had never experienced as many orgasms as she had that night, perhaps in her entire life. Here she was, a respected nursing professional, sitting on a couch her white body totally naked after having been gangbanged by four black guys. She knew she should feel humiliated, violated, and ashamed; however, instead, she was totally turned on and aroused by the the fact that she had indeed been gangbanged by four black studs!
After she had recovered somewhat and the other men had left, Carol had Malcolm drive her home and that’s when she looked at the time on the dashboard clock. It was almost eleven. She had been fucked almost constantly for almost five hours.
On the way home, neither she nor Malcolm spoke as she replayed the events of the evening in her head. In doing so she realized that she was getting aroused again. She knew that she’d been fucked like she’d never been fucked before in her entire life. She was ashamed at what she’d done at Malcolm’s house. She’d been completely ravaged by four black men. Still, she was amazed at her eventual enjoyment of the ordeal, as evidenced by the moistness of her pussy in her renewed arousal.
Malcolm dropped her off at her home and she quietly entered the darkened house. Greg had obviously gone to bed. She climbed the steps to the bedroom and stripped off her scrubs, bra and panties. After a long, hot shower, she slipped into the bed. Her huband, awakened, sleeply asked, “Have a good time?” Carol, answered answered a brief “Yes,” then turned over and pulled the covers over her. She immediately fell asleep and as she slept, she had some positively outrageous dreams.

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Lisa and Prince

Lisa and I had lunch together every day. We’d known each other since elementary school and shared many secrets. We often played at Lisa’s house in the afternoon when Lisa’s mother was working. Innocent sex play resulted in us both loosing our cherry to a dildo that Lisa’s mother kept in her bedroom. Besides the dildo, we learned to enjoy masturbating each other to orgasm. But, neither of us had yet been with a boy.

Jennifer

Jennifer
She always wore as little as she could and except for cold days, seldom wore shoes. She had no figure to speak of but she had long legs. Because of that, people mistook her for an older girl. She was only 11 years old or nearly 12 as she always told people. She was always pestering me when I was working on my car. It didn’t bother me too much as it’s nice to chat. She was there when I was working in the front garden, sitting on the wall at the front, or on the seat near the front door. She liked to wear loose fitting tops, and when she bent over to chat to me, her top would gape open. Jennifer was smiling as she always caught me looking, and I began to realize that she was finding more ways of showing parts of her body to me. One day she turned up wearing a bikini top and a very short skirt. I got to see her ass several times as she bent over to pick something up. What shocked me was when I was cleaning the wheels on my car and Jennifer sat down on the floor, her knees opened slightly and all I could see was her bare pussy. By bare, I mean that there was not a single hair on it at all. I had presumed that this little tease was wearing a thong as when I saw her ass earlier, there was no sign of ordinary knickers.
I was in a dilemma, as if she had been older, I wouldn’t have hesitated to try something on with her, but I had never been into little girls. My problem was that I was semi erect most of the time that she was around me, giving little glimpses of naked flesh to me. What was I to do? The decision was taken out of my hands when she was helping me one day.
Jennifer had turned up on this occasion wearing a very short t-shirt, and no bra. This gave me glimpses of her small mounds and her bare midriff and showed the start of her hip bones over the top of, for her, a moderate length skirt. Her long legs were bare as usual, and no shoes, showing off her purple painted toenails. She offered to do some watering for me, and while still chatting, allowed me to get on with other things. All of a sudden, it felt like rain, but as I stood up, I saw that it was Jennifer pointing the hose in the air over where I was. Laughing loudly, she saw me walking towards her, and shrieked in mock terror. I got a hold of the hose, but she still held on tight, so both of us wer now getting wet. Watching the rivers of water soaking her t-shirt and running inside over her body had me fully erect. Jennifer stumbled backwards and tripped, landing on her backside, but pulling me over with her. As I landed on top of her, my outstretched hand fell on her t-shirt covered tit and as my hands were dirty and wet, left a palm print on her t-shirt.
“ Oh no, what am I going to do now? My mum will kill me if she sees this”.
“Come on inside and I can wash it for you as well as your skirt that also has a mark on it. I can find you something to wear”. With that, I went indoors, and she followed me. Turning around, I found that she certainly wasn’t shy as she pulled her t-shirt over her head leaving her small breasts naked.
“Woah, what are you doing? I haven’t got anything down here for you to put on”.
“I’m not ashamed of my body, and it’s nothing that you haven’t already seen” she stated, knowing that she had shown me flashes of bare flesh. With that, she slid her skirt down her still wet legs showing me her pretty pussy for the second time today. She was a vision of loveliness standing completely naked in front of me.
“Do you like what you see” she said as she spun around.
“Yes I do, but you shouldn’t be doing this”.
“When you fell on top of me, I felt your bulge and knew I was having an effect on you. I can see your lump now, so can you get it out for me to see it?”
“I don’t think that would be a good idea, do you? You are way too young to be thinking about these things, and I may not be able to stop myself”. I knew that she already had me hooked. Jennifer took two strides to reach me and started undoing my shorts.
“Don’t worry about it, my brother has been fucking me for a month now, but your bulge looks bigger than his”. With that, she pulled my shorts down and grasped my prick in her small hands, slowly wanking it while inspecting it. Jennifer nearly had me coming when she poked her tongue out and licked the end. She opened her mouth and slowly engulfed my prick, taking in about four inches. My prick looked huge in her small hands as she fed me into her mouth. It touched the back of her mouth and sealing her lips around it, she started sucking while still wanking the rest.
“I’m going to cum” I warned her and she sucked harder. I felt my balls start to swell, and the first string went straight down her throat. She pulled my prick out and directed the next couple of squirts onto her face. She pointed my prick at her small tits for the remaining cum to sit in threads across her chest. I pulled her to her feet so I could kiss her cum covered face and used my hand to spread cum across her chest, her nipples becoming erect.
“Now its your turn” I said to her while I picked her and moved her to the sofa. Jennifer looked quite a picture with cum all over her, and in anticipation, opened her legs wide. Taking that as an invitation, I went straight to her pussy that was already damp. The clit was very sensitive as I concentrated on it causing her to continue moaning. Knowing that she had been fucked before allowed me to throw caution to the wind and I inserted a finger into her pussy. It was nice and tight, but loose enough for me to get a second finger in. Keeping my fingers in her, I licked up and down her slit, tasting her nectar. This had her bouncing up and down and she pulled my face harder into her pussy. It wasn’t long before she couldn’t take any more, and with a scream’ she came. She was breathing hard, but didn’t take the pressure off of my head, so I kept licking her clit. This caused her to have more smaller cums, until she eventually let go off my head, pulling me up to her and kissing me. She lacked tecnique, but was certainly enthusiastic and a quick learner. As she put her arms around my neck and still kissing me, I picked the slight girl up in my arms. I carried her upstairs and laying her on the bed, I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of this pre-teen lying expectantly waiting for me to fuck her. My conscience was telling me that this was so, so wrong, but my fully erect prick was sending different instructions to my brain. I lay next to her and kissed her again, allowing my tongue to play with hers. For a young girl, she had certainly learnt a lot from her brother and, as she had told me she had only been fucking for a month, she had learnt quickly. I kissed her, tasting my cum on her face as I moved down to her tits. Her nipples were already erect as I took one and then the other into my mouth. This brought a moan from Jennifer as my hand moved to her pussy. I used a finger to open her lips which were moist. I pushed my finger into her pussy and pumped it in and out, slowly at first, but increased the speed as she continued to moan. I broke my contact with her breasts, and moved down her body until my eyes took in the beauty of her young pussy. She had no hair to speak of which brought home to me, how young she was. Her moistness allowed me to open her lips as I swept my tongue up and down between them. I thrust my tongue into her which brought a sigh from her.
“Fuck me, I need your prick in me, fuck me now”. I lay down, and she climbed on top of me. Putting her hand around my prick, she positioned herself above it and slowly sank down. Even though she had been fucked by her brother, his prick was probably smaller than mine, but by taking it slow, she eventually took all of me inside of her. Taking advantage of this, I spun her over, so that I was above her, and I leaned down to kiss her. Her legs came up behind my back as I pulled nearly out and I sank back into her again as she smiled up at me. She encouraged movement, so I pulled out and eased back in again, but this wasn’t enough for her.
“Harder, please fuck me harder” she said, urging me on with her feet around my body and her hands on my waist. I could feel her pussy moving with me as I moved in and out, like it was glued to my prick, but she kept urging me on. The friction was incredible and soon had me on the point of coming.
“I need to pull out, I am gonna cum.”
“No, cum inside me, I need to feel you coming inside me.” I was definitely going to hell for this, as I plunged back in to the hilt causing us both to come at the same time. I pulled her to me and as she locked her arms and legs around me, I stood us both up so I could sit down with her still impaled on my prick. This spurred her on as she took the opportunity to start moving and this gave my prick a new lease of life. I held her hips, lifting her light weight with ease. She started moving gently after her orgasm, but as she hadn’t come down from it yet, she quickened the pace, and was bouncing up and down, giving herself several more comes due to the friction on her clit. A few minutes of this and she slowed down, completely drained. She lay down on my chest with a huge grin on her face, mirroring the grin on my face.
“That was great, far better than my brother, and he’s never made me cum like that”. She was leaning on her elbow, looking at me as she spoke with her hand around my prick. I was still hard as having come twice earlier, it would take me much longer to come again. It didn’t bother me as I couldn’t believe what had already happened, and here was this slip of a girl still wanting to give me pleasure. She moved down my body, kissing me all over my chest and nipples while still wanking me. Getting to my prick, she immediately took it between her moist lips. She got as much of my prick in her mouth as she could, and wanting to give me as much pleasure as I had given her, tried to take me into her throat. Immediately, she started gagging, and I pulled her off, immediately hugging her tightly to my chest. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes and I smiled back at her.
“You are so sweet, but never force yourself, its not necessary. The pleasure you have already given me, far exceeds what most girls give who are much older than you”. She settled back down, snuggling against my chest, but wrapping a hand around my prick, not moving but just holding. She drifted off to sleep. She woke with a start, and for a moment, couldn’t work out where she was. Then she smiled.
“That was great” she said while rubbing her eyes. “What time is it?”
“Its 9.15pm. You’ve been asleep for two hours.” She had looked so cute laying on the bed curled up, completely naked.
“Oh no, I was supposed to be in by 9.00pm. My mum is going to kill me. She pulled on her skirt and, now clean, t-shirt, stood on tiptoe, and kissed me before running out of the door. The last view that I had was a flash of her back, and her long legs. I realised that I was grinning from ear to ear,

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HOW TO FIND AND MOULD A SLUT

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A few TIPs on having your own SLIUT
Most men and more then a few women want to have their own personal slut but don’t know how to go about finding the right type of person to make into their idea of a slut and if they should find someone they aren’t sure about to go about turning them into a slut. This article is intended to help. Now sluts can be male or female, but this article is going to focus on females.
The first thing you need to know is where to find your slut. I personally like finding them online. Why you may ask? Simple, it’s easy. You have access to millions of other people from around the world, and you can do it all from the comfort of your own house. Add to that that you don’t have to worry about what you’re wearing, awkward physical movements, getting tongue-tied, etc. After all, online you can take some time to think about what you want to say before you say it. Now, where online do you meet these women? I like local area chat rooms or chat rooms that involve a special interest of yours. This gives you something in common right from the get go. Something in common means you have something to talk about, i.e. something to build on. After all, just like in real life you can’t just go up to a woman (or man) and start talking about sex or ask them if they want to be your slut, no, of course not. You have to lay a foundation first. All good relationships start as friendships.
Okay, now that you have a hunting ground so to speak you need a target. You either want to start young (18-20ish) or middle aged (mid 30’s-mid 40’s and even early 50’s). Why these two age groups? The reason you want a young woman (or man) is because they are less likely to have sexual experience and preconceptions as to what is taboo, gross or painful. For example, a young girl with limited or no sexual experience is more likely to be curious about all things sexual and thus more willing to try new things. Their curiosity works in your favor therefore you need to do your homework and be as knowledgeable about sex as you can be or at least the various things you’re interested in, especially if you have never tried them before. For the first age group, that’s all for now. On to the second group.
Why middle-aged women? Because they tend to be more open minded and adventurous when it comes to sexual experimentation, especially those who have been in a restrictive marriage and are recently divorced. Middle-aged women tend to want to get a little wild and sow their wild oats before they feel they are too old to do that type of thing anymore. They can be just as curious or even more so then young women and just as anxious to explore sexually.
The next thing, is knowing what you want. This is very important; perhaps the most important part of looking for a slut to mold. Now, I’m not talking about hair color, breast size or even body type; although that is important for a lot of people, it’s not what I’m talking about right now. After all, if you don’t find someone
attractive you aren’t likely to want to turn him or her into your own personal slut anyway. You should try and be at least a little flexible when it comes to a person’s physical traits. After all, if someone has everything else you want how important is their hair color or whether they’re a few pounds overweight. For some it is a big deal for others not so big. When I say it’s important to know what you want, I mean sexually. For example, if anal or oral sex is important to you then obviously you won’t be happy with someone who doesn’t like doing those sex acts or is very reluctant to even try them. You also wouldn’t want to be with someone who is interested in group sex or multiple sex partners if you are the jealous type. Again this is where your sexual knowledge comes into play. Do your research! I can’t stress this enough. Make yourself an expert in everything you like to do or want to try. Wikipedia.org is a great resource to gain sexual knowledge. You can look up a term and, more often than not, you’ll find the answers you’re looking for. There are other sources of course the internet is full of them just type what you want to know in your favorite search engine and you’ll probably find a number of sites with the information you want. You also want to find out if there is more than one way to do something. Often times, when a sex act is done one way it can be uncomfortable or unpleasant, but when it’s tried a different way it can be very enjoyable and even become a favorite new activity. An example for this is anal sex. When done properly it’s very enjoyable and you’ll want to do it again and again. When done wrong it’s very painful and can even cause physical damage, so do your research.
The next step is talking to your prospective slut and finding out what turns them on. After all if you can’t get your slut turned on you won’t get very far; nor will they hang around for very long. Start off slow. If you start off too hardcore you’re more likely to scare your perspective slut off than turn them on. Find out what positions they like, fun places where they’d like to have sex or have already had sex, ask them about their fantasies and the different things they want to try sexually. You can also go into personal grooming like how they like to wear their pubic hair to what type of underwear they like to wear. Then you can move onto the things you like and see if they share your interests, but don’t be pushy if they don’t. That type of behavior will just push them away. If they don’t like something hounding them about it is not going to help you get what you want, and if they do give in they will most likely not enjoy it because they felt so pressured to try it in the first place. If it’s something that’s really important to you and they won’t even consider it, then they aren’t the one for you.
Be honest and be yourself. Honesty is extremely important in any relationship especially a sexual one. If you tell someone you have a 10-inch cock and you only have a 6-inch one then they are going to be pretty disappointed when they finally find out the truth. Same for you women, if you say you’re a D-cup and are really a B then your guy/girl is going to be disappointed when they find out the truth as well. Once you get caught (and you always do sooner or later) you lose all creditability.
Now as for getting together that often times takes patience as well. If you met this person online you don’t want to suggest meeting after just an hour of conversation. They will most likely make some excuse as to why they can’t and you probably will never hear from them again. Take your time! Patience is extremely important when grooming someone to be your slut. If you meet online the next step in talking on the phone. Again, take your time; after that you meet in person. Always meet someplace public. A restaurant, a mall, some place with security officers and a good amount of people traffic. Don’t worry about being
overheard talking about sexual stuff because you won’t be doing that when you first meet in person. Why? Because you need to feel each other out first that’s why. Now, you might do that later in the first date and you might not. Don’t expect it either way. You have to feel that one out for yourself though. If you rush it and move to fast you might scare them away. At the same time, if you move too slowly they might get frustrated or think you’re not interested. So use your own judgment, just don’t expect things to go a certain way before you actually meet face to face for the first time.
The next thing is you have to be creative. If you do the same thing the same way each and every time it gets boring. There is nothing worse then a stale relationship. Stay safe, but don’t be afraid to try new things in new places. Don’t be afraid to ask others including your slut for ideas. If you’re like me most of your friends are pretty vanilla and you can’t really go and ask them for ideas, but you can use various message boards like the ones here on Literotica. Literotica has a wide variety of people from all different walks of life and cultures. There are other sites you can use as well; you just have to look for them. I recommend bondage/BDSM related sites for this because the people from this lifestyle tend to be very open minded and less judgmental then most.
Lastly, be protective. Your slut needs to trust you and know in their heart that you will not allow harm to come to them. Once that happens, they will be more willing to try things they normally wouldn’t do because they trust you and believe you won’t hurt them. Don’t ever, ever abuse this. If you do, they will never really trust you again and will be a lot less likely to do the things you want them to if they don’t just leave you all together.

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Unwanted attention – Chapter 15

Continuation – This is a story of how it all began for me at an early age. It starts slow and some chapters have more action then others but honestly, I feel that those are the more interesting ones. I suggest that you read them in order as to fully enjoy them. Please let me know how much you liked them and maybe even how it made you feel. I know it made me all wet writting it and had to stop multiple times for obvious reasons. Please feel free to check out my picture gallery. Enjoy!

Not exactly Cinderella

Something happened at the Ball. But unlike Cinderella it wasn’t a slipper they were looking for next morning. It was a cock.Something happened at the Ball. But it wasn’t a slipper they were looking for next morning. It was a cock.