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Fucked by a Dirty Homeless Man

My cousin’s wedding was tomorrow and I had spent all day shopping for the perfect dress to wear. She was only two years older than me at 24 so there was a lot of rivalry and I had to look my best. My feet were sore and I hadn’t found a dress to even consider. I’ve always found it hard to find a dress that fits my petite form while still accentuating my breasts. Today I was wearing a short black skirt, black lace panties and bra, and a dark purple tank top. The purple really sets off my brown eyes. My black hair is cut in a short chin length bob and today was hanging loose.
I was grouchy as I excited the mall; my black flats were beginning to pinch my toes. I sat down at one of the small benches they had scattered around the outside of the mall and slipped my shoes off and began massaging my left foot. I had spent all day at the mall and had only left because most of the stores were closed. The sun was beginning to set and the parking lot was almost completely empty.
I heard a strange sound and turned my head suddenly. A short walk from where I was standing was a concrete loading dock for the shops. It was kind of tucked away so it didn’t detract from the beauty of the mall. I heard the noise again but this time identified it as a human grunt. I debated going to investigate and finally decided I should, there could be someone hurt.
As I turned down the loading dock I noticed a man sitting in the corner. He wore a dirty plaid shirt and ripped and stained jeans. His skin looked as though he had never bathed and as I approached I found a terrible smell that burnt my nostrils.
“Excuse me, sir,” I began to say but stopped after the ‘excuse’. The dirty homeless man turned to look at me and I noticed what he was doing. His grimy hand was wrapped around his fully exposed 8 inch cock. “I’m so sorry,” I muttered and turned to leave. My cheeks were flush with embarrassment as I tried to get the image of a homeless man jacking off out of my head. My mind paused for a second on his cock. It was dirty and gross but a part of me wondered how it would feel to have him inside of me. I shuttered at the thought but I could feel my panties getting damp.
Before I had gotten more than a few steps away, I felt hands on my hips. As I went to turn around I was flung back deeper into the loading dock. I fell on my side and saw the man approaching. I dug in my purse for my phone but just as I reached it he was in front of me. He snatched it away and smashed it on the ground.
“Take whatever you want just please don’t hurt me,” I spoke as tears began forming in my eyes.
“I intend to take whatever I want,” the man said in a raspy voice. It was then that I noticed his large cock was still protruding from his jeans and was pulsing with hardness. I began to sob as he pushed me onto my back taking hold of my arms with one of his hands. He was strong and didn’t look very old, maybe late 30’s. His knee was pressed into my stomach.
With his free hand he pushed up my skirt and began rubbing my pussy through my underwear. “You liked what you saw didn’t you.” I shook my head. “Don’t lie. I can feel how wet you are. You must be a real slut.”
“I’m not a slut,” I protested but he took his hand away from my pussy and slapped my face so hard I could already feel it bruising.
“You said take what I want just don’t hurt you. So you can either let me have what I want or I will hurt you, understand?” I nodded and his hand returned to under my skirt. He ripped off my panties and tossed them aside. He then, unceremoniously, shoved two fingers into pussy. I yelped but quieted down when he looked at me. “You’ve got a tight little cunt for a whore,” he said as he pumped two fingers into me. I could feel my pussy dripping with excitement and had to admit I was enjoying it just a little bit.
Suddenly he changed his position and his cock was right in front of my face. He was holding my arms down on either side of my body. “Open,” he said and as soon as I did he forced his cock deep into my throat. He began thrusting hard, his balls hitting my eyes and nose. His cock tasted terrible, like mayonnaise that had been left out in the sun for a week. His balls smelt just as bad as his cock tasted. “Yeah, slut, clean my dirty cock with your tonsils.” He fucked my throat like you’d fuck a pussy. As the minuets passed by I hoped this would be all he wanted and would soon leave me alone but I was wrong.
He withdrew his cock and flipped me over so my face was pressed against the concrete. I hated myself but I was a little excited. He pulled apart my ass cheeks and spit on my asshole. Before I could comprehend, he was forcing his dick into my ass. I started to scream, he was so big. He pushed my head hard against the ground leaving scratches on my un-bruised cheek. As soon as he had his cock all the way in, he began thrusting. I could feel my ass being ripped open.
“You’re such a dirty slut letting a homeless man fuck your ass,” he whispered in my ear. “I can tell you like it too.” He pounded my ass hard and I had to admit I liked it. It hurt but was also bringing me pleasure. After a long while of him fucking my ass he pulled out quickly and shoved his filthy cock into my pussy.
“Mmmmmm,” he moaned. “Your cunt is almost as nice as your ass.” His huge cock was abusing my pussy over and over. My pussy was dripping, a sloppy mess running down my thighs. “Now I’m going to make you my cum dumpster,” he said as he picked up speed. Soon I could feel his hot seed filling my pussy. “Your cunt is eating up my cum. You really are a nasty slut.” He pumped a few more times then got up and left.
I lay there for a few minutes, the homeless man’s cum leaking from my cunt, my ass and throat sore. I then reached down and began rubbing my clit until I came. I really was a dirty slut.

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End of the world – Chapter 5

Mom reached out to open the door so we could go in and talk to Sharon and her girls. I reached out and stopped her. “Shouldn’t we talk to our family first? See if they are agreeable”?
Mom looked back and shook her head, “Over the last few weeks the girls and I have discussed the possibility of their staying and they were all agreeable. That even included John. I think without him the girls would insist they stay”. A smile tugged at mom’s mouth, “In fact Terri had offered several times to help John with an accident. She has been quite inventive with some possible scenarios. You look pretty tired. You might want to avoid her for a day so you can rest. She is bound to want to show you her appreciation”.
When we entered the kitchen, Sharon was sitting there with several of the young children cutting apple slices for them. I was hit with a sudden swarm of hugs and a chorus of “Daddy’s home”. After quite a bit of horsy-back rides, their mothers shoed them off to get ready for bed.
Sharon also got up saying, “I should go see how John is. He does not like it when I’m up here and he is alone back at the bunkhouse”.
Mom stopped her before she could get up, “We did not want to say anything while the kids were still here”. She turned to look at me and waited for me to continue.
I walked over and stood next to where Sharon was sitting. “I’m sorry but John had an accident out there. He did not make it back”.
Sharon was looking up at me but I could not read her face. She looked down at her hands and the silence stretched out. Finally she looked back up at me, “Is he hurt? Is he still out there?
Well, John is still out there, but he is past hurt. He won’t be coming back”.
She looked puzzled, “I don’t understand”.
I really did not want to relate the entire story, “He had an accident out there. He did not make it. I thought it best to leave him there”.
She just looked at me for a while and then slowly nodded her head. “Karma”.
I was not sure I heard her right, “Karma”?
“It means something like ‘What goes around comes around’, or ‘you reap what you sow’. My husband once went out hunting with John. He did not make it back either”.
She was getting the wrong idea, “Wait, I did not…”.
She held her hand up to my lips to stop me. “That is not what I meant. I meant just that you were luckier or more capable. John was not a very honorable man”.
Then she saw the side of my face. “And what happened to your face”? She stood up and touched my cheek I had forgotten about the scrapes. “It’s nothing; I just scraped it on some bark”.
She gave me a hug, whispered ‘thank you’ in my ear, and then said, “I should go and tell the girls. They would want to know”.
Before she could leave, mom gestured for her to sit back down, “There is something else we should talk about”. Mom waited for her to sit and then mom continued, “We would like for you and the girls to stay here with us if you have no other plans, become part of our family”.
A big smile grew on Sharon’s face. “We would love to. I know the girls would want to also”. Then the smile died. “There is a problem though. I have talked to your daughters. I know what part of what you are doing here; the children and all. I won’t fit in”.
I could not imagine how she couldn’t fit in. “What are you talking about”?
“John has been, uh, well, fucking me for years now. I have no children. I’m sterile. I can’t contribute to the family”.
Mom laughed, “That does not matter. We are not inviting your uterus to join us. We would like you to be part of our family”.
Sharon leaned over and hugged mom. “Of course I would like to join you. I should go and tell the girls now”.
Just before she went out the door she stopped, “Before I forget, John told me not to tell you this before. I was an electrical engineer. You are having a problem with your solar panels. I took a look at them. I think I can fix them”.
Once she had gone I was ready to go take a shower and fall in bed. It had been a long day and I was beat. But mom was not finished. “Irregardless of her having children, I think the two of you should sleep together for the next month”. I started to protest but she held up her hand. “Effectively, you are the husband to all the adult women in our family. I want Sharon to feel that she is an integral part of the family. If her position is not the same as the rest of us I think she will not feel as much a part of the family”.
“What if that is not what she wants? John has been pretty rough on her. She might not like the idea of being passed on to another man”.
Then she smiled at me, “I have seen her give you looks when you were not watching. I will ask her, but I don’t think that will be a problem. And I have seen you look at her when you think she is not looking. I don’t think this will be any great hardship on you”.
I gave her a kind of sheepish shrug. Before I could say anything she sent me off to bed.
“And don’t forget to shower first, you smell something horrible”.
The next morning I did not wake until the sun was well up. Usually I am awake at dawn but I did not sleep well last night, bad dreams. I was hoping I had not missed breakfast and was just tossing the sheet off me when the door flew open with a bang and Janelle and Mikey flew across the room and jumped on me. Janelle had come at me sideways and was now lying across my chest, pinning me to the bed. Later, when I thought about it, and I did frequently, I suspected that Mikey had planned her attack a bit better. She came at me from the foot of the bed and ended up sitting right on top of my cock. Fortunately it was limp and a lying off to the side under her. “We both want to thank you. We are so glad he is gone”.
Before I could say anything Janelle lifted up and planted a kiss right on my lips. That would have been fine but as she moved up to kiss me, both of her nipples trailed across my chest. That by it self might have been okay but when I looked over Janelle I saw Mikey sitting there on me. I found I was focused on her chest. While her breasts were a bit on the small side, her nipples were really large, bigger than any of my sisters. I had to stop looking at their breasts. I could feel the effect it was having on me. I was no longer completely limp and I was definitely straightening out. I knew my cock was slowly moving against Mikey. I looked up at her and she gave me this impish smile.
Janelle propped her head up on her hands and began talking to me. It was hard to concentrate on what she was saying because Mikey was moving around. By now, with two naked girls, four naked boobies, and I could feel one naked pussy being lined up with my cock, I was as hard as I could get. I was moving around a bit myself trying to keep the head of my cock away from the entrance to her pussy.
Janelle took my head in both of her hands, “Danny, you did not answer me”.
“What? What did you say”?
“I was saying that we get to stay, we don’t have to leave anymore. Our mom talked to us last night and your mom talked to us this morning. We get to stay and be part of your family. Isn’t that neat”?
I got a glimpse of Mikey over Janelle’s head. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. She was rubbing herself against me and was really close to….too late. I slipped into her. Her eyes opened wide and she had that smile again on her face as she looked at me. I was trying to shift my pelvis down so I could get out of her but she was ahead of me. She tilted back and I slid deeper into her.
“Danny, you are not paying attention again”.
“What”? She had no idea what her sister was doing to me. I was certainly paying attention, it just was not to Janelle.
“I was asking you what you did to John. Mom said he had an accident and died. I don’t believe it. I think you killed him. Don’t you think so Mikey”?
Mikey just responded with an “mmmmm”. I wanted to say the same.
As Janelle started to turn around to see what was going on with Mikey, we heard Sharon calling them from somewhere in the house. Mikey rose up off of me. Now I was sticking up in the air. By the time Janelle had slid off the bed Mikey had moved off the foot of the bed. Janelle forgot about Mikey when she saw my cock sticking up in the air. “I think you are glad to see us. Maybe we should come back later”.
Mikey handed me the sheet and I pulled it over me. It did not help much since part of it was sticking up in the air. “Why don’t you two go and see what your mom wants”?
After they were gone I lay there thinking about Janelle and Mikey. Before, I had avoiding them because of John. But there was no reason to now. Oh yes. But what would Sharon say, not to mention my sisters?
I was just about to get up when Mikey and Janelle came back into the room. Mikey had a bit of a pout on her face, “I don’t think it is fair. We saw you first”. They walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. Mikey saw that my erection was still there and began to run a finger round, playing with it.
What are they talking about, “You don’t think what is fair”?
Janelle seemed to do more talking while Mikey was easily distracted, “Mom gets to come and sleep with you”. But then she brightened, “But we are next”.
I was having a problem concentrating again, “We”?
“That’s right. We are next. Something you don’t know. We have the same birthday. We have always been together. We do everything together. We are a package. When you get one of us, you get both of us”. She saw what Mikey was doing and moved over and grabbed my sheet covered cock. With a quick glance back at me she lowered her head and engulfed me. After a few seconds she moved her mouth away. “I want to be sure you don’t forget us”. They both got up and bounced out the door.
Since Sharon’s arrival, we had decided that it should be safe for us to go down to the town and forage for things we could use, tool, clothes, etc. It was still warm out but winter was fast approaching and we could especially use any clothing we could find. There were so many of us now that the spare clothing we had when we first arrived had either pretty much worn out or just was not enough. It was decided that Sharon, since she had been through the area, me and Sharon’s girls would make the trip. My kids were much too young and my sisters were either pregnant or still breastfeeding and could not leave.
The night before we left, the girls fixed a special dinner for everyone. For those of us leaving, it was all our favorites. We even had ice cream, a special treat. Afterwards I spent several hours in the living room playing with my kids. There were so many now that it was hard to give all of them the attention they deserved. After the last one had been shoed off to bed, I made the rounds of their bedrooms so I could be sure I said goodnight to everyone.
When I finally arrived at my bedroom door I was beat. It was going to be a long trip tomorrow. I wished I had gone to bed a few hours earlier. As I stepped into my bedroom I thought I could see the outline of someone in my bed from the little bit of light coming in from the hall. Whomever it was lying on their side and looked to be asleep. When I closed the door it was completely dark and I could not see them at all. I bet it is Terri finally coming to say thank you.
I guess I did take too long to get to bed. I was tired enough that I was not really in the mood but maybe a little touchy-feely might change my mind. Please god, don’t let it be Mikey, I do not have enough energy left tonight to fend her off.
I got in bed she was on her side facing away from me. I moved over behind her. When I tried to slide my arm under her head, she lifted it for me and then laid her head back on my arm. Her breathing never changed. She is still asleep. I was curious who it was. I moved my body up against her back. It was just cool enough tonight that it felt nice snuggled up with someone. I put my hand on her hip and that did not give me a clue. I slid my hand farther around under her arm and onto her stomach. The only thing that told me was she’s not pregnant. But it was a nice flat stomach. I was a bit more interested now and moved my hand up her stomach and between her breasts until it was on the front of her shoulder. Her breathing changed. She is awake. She leaned back against me. Well, maybe I could stay up a bit longer.
I slowly moved my hand down until it passed over her one of her breasts. When I reached the bottom I cupped it in my hand. Who ever this is has large breasts. I ran through everyone in my mind, mentally holding their breasts in my hands, no, these are bigger. Who could…Oh no. It’s Sharon. I jerked my hand up off her breast but my arm was under one of hers. The movement woke her. She held her arm against me so I could not pull mine out without jerking it hard. “I’m sorry Sharon. I did not know it was you. I thought it was one of my, one of the others”.
Sharon reached down for my hand and pulled it back up to her breast and then put her hand over mine, holding it there. “Dan, relax. Your mother, yes I know she is your mother and the others are your sisters, suggested that I should move into your bedroom tonight. She thought it might help our relationship and working together. I’m sorry I fell asleep. I did not expect you to stay up so late. Do you want me to turn over? I’m awake now and you can, you know, if you want to”.
I remembered how John had treated her. I did not want her to think of me the same way. And, ‘you can if you want to’ was not the right beginning for us if there was going to be one. I brought my left arm around and gave her a hug. “No, we are both tired and we have a long day tomorrow. Lets go to sleep if you don’t mind”. She did not say anything, just nodded her head. After several minutes I felt her body relax as she went back to sleep. My last thought before falling asleep was, ‘those are nice breasts’.
Mom came in at 5 AM, turned on a light, and woke us. She found me on my back. In the night Sharon had turned over and was now lying against me with her head on my shoulder and one leg bent up over mine. My left arm was still wrapped around her. The light woke Sharon and she quickly got out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom.
Since the night I had returned without John, Sharon had begun dressing like the rest of us, which meant, no dressing at all. When she got up I could see her face blush. She was embarrassed to be found in bed, naked with me, by mom.
When we got to the kitchen we found Mikey and Janelle already there and waiting. Sharon and I had breakfast while Mikey and Janelle went out and hitched up a team to an old wagon. The girls had packed it with one of our large tents, some clothes for everyone in case it got cool and some food last night. We normally used it to haul hay around for livestock but it would be perfect for this trip.
We said our few goodbyes and were out on the road just as it was getting light. The trip was smooth but slow. At our three to four miles an hour it was going to take us most of the day to get there. One thing we did not have to worry about was traffic.
The sun had reached straight up and was getting pretty hot so we stopped in the shade under a few trees along side the road. We laid out a few blankets and ate some of the food mom had packed for us. We were on a bit of a rise and could see for several miles in three directions. We were used to not seeing people but it seemed so eerie. We could see many ranch houses spread around in the distance, quite a lot of horses and cattle, but no people.
We decided to wait here in the shade and nap through the hottest part of the day before continuing. I was in the middle of the blanket, so when I laid down, Mikey and Janelle lay on the left side of me and Sharon lay on the other. Sharon turned on her side towards me, raised her head until I put my arm out, and then used it as a pillow. Mikey and Janelle lay facing each other talking low while Sharon and I both fell asleep.
I woke about an hour later. It had cooled down a bit. I was still lying on my back and Sharon had not moved. Sharon’s hand, which had been on my chest when I fell asleep, had drifted south and was now resting right at the edge of my pubic hair. I could feel her fingers twitch every now-and-again in her sleep. Unfortunately that was causing my own twitching. I was rapidly coming to attention. It was just seconds before I felt the head bump into something. It had to be her fingers. Her fingers twitched again and then stretched out a bit and settled on the head of my cock.
I glanced over at the girls. Thank god, they were both still asleep. Mikey was lying on her back also. I looked down her body from her nipples to the small triangle of her pubic hair. There was just a little bit. Just looking at her was making me harder. What is wrong with me? I have one naked woman hanging on one side of my and I’m staring at her naked girls on the other.
Then Sharon’s hand moved a bit farther down and wrapped around my shaft. If I was not completely erect before, I sure was now. It felt so good. I let out a sigh that was a bit louder than I intended. I looked quickly over at the girls again and found Mikey looking at me. She was looking at Sharon’s hand and she had a big smile on her face. Oh, great, now what? She turned back over and a few seconds later I saw Janelle’s head poke up over Mikey. She looked at my face and then quickly looked down my body. A big smile formed on her face also before she dropped back down out of sight. Mikey turned her back to me. It was just a few seconds before I could hear giggling coming from them.
I reached down and tried to gently move Sharon’s hand without waking her. No such luck, as soon as I pulled a finger away her head moved on my shoulder. “What? Is it time”? And then she realized where her hand was and jerked away from me and got up.
From the look on her face I could see she was going to start blurting out apologies but that would only serve to focus the girls attention on what had happened so I quickly pointed at them and she held her tongue.
I got up and quickly walked over to the far side of the wagon and began rummaging around in a box. I needed to buy some time so that this flagpole would go down. I looked up and saw Sharon standing there watching me. She looked so nice. I remember there were black kids of all shades when I was in school but it had been so long since we had been around anyone. She seemed very exotic with the natural light brown skin instead of the tanned skin of my sisters. Where the areoles around my sister’s nipples were pink, hers were brown. I shook my head. You need to stop this or you are never going to go down.
We quickly packed everything away and got back on the road. I had Mikey and Janelle sit up front so I could ride in the back. That way I could avoid most of their knowing glances and smiles at me plus give them experience with the team.
We were now passing houses along the road. Everything was so overgrown. Roofs were falling down. Occasionally we would encounter cars stopped right in the middle of the road, their tires flat. Usually we could work our way around them. A couple of times we had to tie a rope to the car and the wagon and use our horses to pull it to the side. We would have made quite a sight if there had been anyone to see us, four nudists, wearing nothing but hats, riding in a horse-pulled wagon.
We passed one house that had a tattered flag atop a flagpole out by a circular driveway. Mikey looked back over her shoulder and asked, “If we find a flag in town, could we take it home to put up our flagpole”?
What do we want a flag for? I looked over at the flag. It did not look very impressive all ripped like that, but why not. “Sure, I don’t know why not”. I did not know what good it could do. We don’t even have a flagp..oh, yeh. I looked up to see Mikey smiling back over her shoulder at me. She leaned over to Janelle and they both started giggling again.
When we reached the edge of town the sun was already headed down. We passed a sign that said we were in Redding, population 61,101. That really brought it home to me, all dead. Towns like this all across the USA, empty, and other countries too.
It was pretty depressing. I could tell from the others faces that they felt pretty much the same. We did little talking. Mikey and Janelle were not joking any longer. But then they had seen all this before. We just kept passing houses and then businesses with no one around. Small trees were growing up in the cracks in the sidewalk making even bigger cracks.
It had taken all day to get here and it was starting to get dark. “Why don’t we find a spot where we can camp for the night and then we can look around the town tomorrow and see what we can find”? After another half hour we came to a small creek that ran through the middle of the town. We found a grassy area alongside of it and unhitched the horses and let them graze. Sharon and I set about putting the big tent up; there would be room for all of us in it, while the girls began getting some dinner ready. Across the creek we could see some really nice houses. I wondered what happened to those people. They had to have had a lot of money to afford those houses in this nice area and it did not make a difference. They ended up the same as those on the edge of town in the one-room shacks.
We made a small fire for the chill and had some dinner. We were all just a bit spooked with the tall buildings around us and the silence so once dinner was finished we quickly got in the tent and got ready for bed. Once again I was in the middle. We had piled our sleeping bags together so the bed would be softer but it had the effect of our huddling together to be under the blanket. Sharon was once again lying on her side with her back to me. I could feel Mikey and Sharon snuggled up against my back. It did keep us quite warm.
The girls went to sleep pretty quickly. Mikey had turned over and was now sleeping on her back. I was having trouble falling asleep. All the empty buildings weighed on my mind; the huge loss. I had not noticed it at first but my hand was once again on one of Sharon’s breasts. I had been idly moving my hand around, giving her breast soft squeezes, running my fingers around her nipple, pushing it one way and then another. I realized what I was doing when Sharon pushed her butt back against me. That was when I noticed I was hard. She felt it too. She lifted her right leg and hooked her knee over my leg. She turned her head and whispered, “Are the girls asleep”?
I looked around and they were both sound asleep. I whispered back, “Yes”.
Sharon lifted her body up just enough so that my cock was no longer pinned between us. As it straightened out it slid between her legs with the shaft lying against her pussy. I could feel the heat of her body on it. She stretched forward and I felt her hand grab me. She began running her fingers around the head of my cock. After about a minute I could feel her rubbing me against her pussy. My left arm was still under her head but I brought my hand up and was able to reach her other breast. I was now caressing them both. Every now and again I would take my hands rub down her chest to her stomach and then back up. She moved her hips forward a bit and then tilted them back at me. She then pushed hard on the head of my cock against her and with a sudden stab I sank halfway into her.
A long, low moan escaped her. I could tell she was trying to suppress it so as to not wake the girls. I was ready for my own moan. It was so hot inside of her. She had fantastic muscle control. I could feel her pussy just pulsate around my cock, squeezing, letting go and then squeezing me again. Trying not to be too active I began slow thrusts in and out of her. She began pushing back at me with each of my thrusts. I could feel her fingertips brushing against my cock where I entered her. It took me a moment to realize she was rubbing her clitoris. Her breath became ragged and she pushed back against me with sharp, hard thrusts. I pushed back trying to get as deep in her as I could. She suddenly stopped rubbing herself and cupped my balls in her hand and pulled up trying to get me deeper in her. She bent forward and let out a long, low cry. When her pussy clamped down on me I could not take it anymore and cum began shooting out of me into her. With each stream I thrust as hard as I could into her, pushing her forward on our makeshift bed.
When we both had finished we lay there trying to catch our breath without making too much noise. She had let go of my balls but was now tracing a finger from my balls up the bit of shaft that was not inside of her and then back down. Each time she reached my balls she would give them the gentlest squeeze. Each time she did I would have a little involuntary thrust back into her. She finally pulled her leg off me. I started to pull back out of her but she quickly pushed back against me, “No, please stay there for a while”.
“Okay”. I pushed back in as well as I could. I knew I could not stay long but was happy to comply. It was certainly no hardship.
She pulled my hand back up to her breasts and held it there. “Thank you. That was nice. It has been a very long time since I enjoyed sex”.
I kissed her neck, “The pleasure was all mine”.
She let out a little laugh, “Oh, don’t you believe it”.
I pulled her tight against me and then we both drifted off to sleep.
I was still asleep when Sharon woke. When she nudged me awake, light was just beginning to come into the tent. I started to get up but she stopped me with a hand, “We passed a music store yesterday. It is just a block back. Why don’t you get a bit more sleep while I go check it out? When I first went to college I was going to be a music teacher. I think the kids would like some instruments to play with”.
“Do you want to wait while I get ready”?
“No, there is nothing to worry about out there. And besides, the girls are still sleeping. Why don’t you get a little more and I’ll see you in an hour or so”.
With that said she left the tent and I drifted off again. It was that limbo sleep where you are not quite fully asleep but not awake either. My mind was just floating around. When my cock began tingling, my find filled in with a dream about Sharon. In my dream I looked down and I could see her head going up and down on me as her tongue swirled around me. Then the image changed and it was mom, she lifted her head and smiled at me and then lowered her mouth back over me. In my dream I kept watching her, her head bobbing up and down, pulling me out of her mouth and then flicking her tongue back and forth across the head of my cock, lowering her mouth and sucking on just the head of it.
When she raised her head again it was not mom but Mikey. That made me jump and she bit me. And that made me open my eyes. Janelle was crouched on one side of my hips holding my cock in her hand. Mikey was crouched on the other side looking at me, “I’m sorry. I did not mean to bite you. You moved. Here, let me kiss it and make it better”.
Before I could say anything she lowered her head and kissed the head of my cock very gently. “He seems to be better now. Maybe he forgave me. Lets see”. She lowered her head and took me into her mouth again. Oh, yes. Forgiveness was complete.
I had not said a word up to now. I just lowered my head back down and felt the sensations run over me. While Mikey was going up and down on me with her tongue, Janelle was running her hand around my shaft and down to my balls. It felt so good. But I had to stop them. I was going to cum any minute at this rate. What would Sharon say if she came back and caught us?
Janelle shifted and began kissing me across my chest, up to my neck and then on my mouth. After a minute of resistance I enthusiastically joined in, our tongues darting in and out of each others mouth, fencing with each others tongue. She pulled away from my mouth and moved higher so her breasts were in my face. Even though Sharon was not her real mother the two looked alike. They were both black but with very light skin. Janelle’s breasts were also on the large size and they both had that slender long-legged body type. I took one of her nipples in my mouth and my hand searched and found the other breast. I was so preoccupied with Janelle’s nipple in my mouth that I did not notice that Mikey had moved until she sat down on my cock and it slid about halfway inside her. It was like an electric current had been turned on in me. She was very tight, so tight that it seemed like I could not fit inside her. She sat there for what seemed like a minute, lifted up a few inches and lowered herself back down on me again. I was still just half in her. She very slowly repeated it over and over, lifting up and then lowering herself. It felt so good in her I had lost my concentration and was no longer playing with Janelle’s nipples. I was just enjoying the sensation of moving slowly inside Mikey.
Janelle certainly noticed though, “Danny, why did you stop”? She moved her breast around my face trying to get my attention. I just lay there with my eyes closed with a low groan escaping me each time Mikey lowered herself on me. She had managed to get another inch of my inside of her. Janelle felt the movement of my body and turned around as Mikey lowered herself on me again. “Oh wow. You are so little, is it going to fit”?
Mikey’s eyes opened and she smiled at Janelle, “It feels like someone’s arm is inside me. Yes it’s going to fit. It might take a while but I’m getting fucked right now. I’m not waiting any longer”. She continued moving up and down on me and was making progress. There were just a couple of inches left now. It felt like my cock was in an oven, it was so hot in her.
Janelle reached out to Mikey’s breasts. “Maybe this will help”. She began lightly rubbing Mikey’s breasts. She then leaned forward and sucked a nipple in her mouth and worked one hand down Mikey’s chest and across her stomach. When it reached Mikey’s crotch her hand bumped into my cock. She gave what she could reach a little squeeze and then moved back a bit and began rubbing Mikey’s clitoris. Mikey closed her eyes, raised up so that Janelle had better access and held there for a minute. She gave a little shudder, and then sat down hard on me, trapping Janelle’s hand between us as she completely impaled herself on me. Janelle pulled her fingers out and Mikey began rocking back and forth on me.
Janelle was still kissing and licking Mikey’s breasts but she was now on her hands and knees with her butt up near me. I reached over between her legs and began rubbing her pussy. She was so wet that I easily slipped a finger in her. Janelle moaned and lowered her head onto my stomach. Mikey did not even notice. She kept rocking back and forth on me.
I kept rubbing her pussy and teasing her clitoris by passing a finger around it every few passes. My other hand moved up to move back and forth from breast to breast. But once again my focus on Janelle was lost as Mikey began moving very insistently on me. It was driving me right to the edge. She began thrusting back hard, holding her body against me, then quickly moving forward and thrusting back hard again. I knew she was about to cum any moment. I had been fighting my own orgasm ever since she began thrusting hard on me. Finally she let out a loud cry, hunched over on Janelle, who was still lying on my stomach, and pushed back against me one last time. I reached up over Janelle to hug Mikey against us and pushed as deep into her as I could and let go. Mikey’s pussy was so tight around me it felt like she was sucking the streams of sperm right out of me. It gave new meaning to being drained.
We lay there for a few minutes recovering until Janelle finally began pulling herself out from between us. Mikey rose up to a sitting position. Janelle sat up in front of her. “What did it feel like? Did it hurt”?
Mikey had kind of a dreamy look on her face, “It felt really good. It did not hurt but it was real tight for the longest time. It felt like he was never going to fit. Then it was like I was real slippery inside and he moved in and out of me really easy”.
“I thought it hurt because you had a really bad look on your face at the end”.
“No, the feeling was just so intense then. I think it was the orgasm that mom told us about. It was like I was having cramps and my stomach and pussy were on fire at the same time. The feeling was so intense that I wanted to just squeeze him so hard”.
“Hey girls, I’m right here. I can hear you”.
They both looked at me. Janelle spoke up, “I have not forgotten. Move over Mikey, it’s my turn”. Mikey reluctantly lifted up a bit off of me, but she was moving very slowly. I finally fell out of her with a plop on my stomach.
As Janelle was lifting a leg over me I stopped her. “I don’t think he is in any condition for seconds, maybe another time”.
Janelle looked at me with that impish smile that Mikey usually had, “We told you we are a package. You get one, you get the other. That also goes with fucking”. After a pause she added, “Especially with fucking”.
But she did look down at the offending member. She lifted me up with her hand and let me fall back to my stomach. It did not look encouraging. She looked back at Mikey, “I think we need to do what mom had to do with John. I bet it will be twice as fast with two”. They both moved their heads around near my cock. Mikey lifted my cock up and sucked it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head. After a few seconds she pulled it out and pointed it towards Janelle. She repeated the process, sucking the head into her mouth, running her tongue around me for a while before passing me back to Mikey.
I don’t care how far a man is gone, or how tired he is, put two fifteen year-old mouths on a man’s cock and he will rise to the occasion. And it did. When Janelle moved around and got on top of me, Mikey held my cock up and Janelle backed up and I slid right into her. She was not the little Asian Doll like Mikey. Even at fifteen she was more like a full-grown woman. She rose up on her arms above me and let her breasts rub across my chest, her nipples growing hard again. Mikey was behind her and I could feel her rubbing her hand on my balls and then running a finger or two up my shaft as I would pull back and then thrust back into Janelle.
Having just cum once I knew I was in no danger of disappointing Janelle by cumming first. I just let her enjoy herself on me. She was moving around on me like she had seen Mikey do, finding what gave her the most pleasure. Mikey had moved around in front of Janelle and was now returning the favor by playing with Janelle’s breasts. After several minutes Mikey moved and lay down along side me and just watched us. I reached up and took Janelle’s breasts in my hands and pushed them together so that her nipples were right next to each other. I pulled her down to me and began licking and sucking on both of her nipples at the same time. She let out a little cry and began slamming down harder on me. After a few seconds I pushed her back up. She let her arms dangle with just me holding up her weight, rocking her hips back and forth on me.
Janelle was starting to pick up speed. Her mouth was open and she had begun breathing hard. As she started to thrust harder on me I squeezed her breasts, and with a finger began stimulating her nipples. Then suddenly she arched her back until she was sitting straight up on me. She was grinding her pelvis against me in little circles. “Oh, that, feels, so, good”. She said it slowly, like it was hard to get each word out. Then she collapsed onto my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and held her.
After about thirty seconds she must have noticed I was still hard and moving very slowly in and out of her. “Daddy, you don’t mind if I call you daddy do you? We are part of your family now”.
“No that is fine. You can call me that if you want to”.
“Daddy, did you cum in me”?
“No, not yet”.
“Don’t you want to? You will won’t you”?
I hugged her tightly to me, “Oh, yes. I want to”. I moved my hands down to her butt and pulled her tight against me as I began driving into her harder, gradually picking up speed. I could feel her head bounce up on my shoulder each time I bottomed out in her.
I could feel myself getting closer, the sperm boiling up in my balls. Holding her butt tight against me I began short, hard strokes into her, barely pulling back before slamming back into her. It was just moments before I let out a hard grunt and was once again cumming. I could feel the streams shooting out of me and did not know where they came from. How could I have had any left?
When I was finished Janelle turned her head to me and gave me a very pleased, “Thank you”. Mikey was on her side, tight against the two of us. I still had my arms around Janelle and could feel one of Mikey’s arms hugging her as well.
We were all exhausted. We just lay there trying to recover. We might have even fallen asleep but just then the tent flapped opened and light poured in. I could see Sharon’s silhouette in the doorway. Janelle was still lying on top of me with my cock buried to the hilt in her. Since the doorway was at our feet it was pretty obvious what we had been doing. Janelle turned her head and looked at her mom. “Hi mom, where have you been”?
I expected her to start yelling but she didn’t. With a completely normal voice she replied, “I’ve been looking in a few nearby stores. I’ll fix some breakfast while you guys finish”. With that she shut the flap and I could hear noises of her getting food out.
Janelle turned her head to me, “Well I guess I have to get off of you now”. She gave me a good squeeze with her pussy. I had softened enough that she squeezed me right out of her. She pouted, “Oh, don’t go. Put him back”.
“I’m sorry but I think he is too far gone for that. You girls have completely tuckered him out. He is drained”.
“Well I guess we can wait. Just remember; mom gets you tonight but we get you again tomorrow morning”.
Janelle gave me a kiss and got up off of me. Mikey, who had been lying against my side, also got up and gave me a kiss. “Just be sure and go to bed early tonight. You need your rest. And I think you have earned a big breakfast”. With a big smile on her face she then jumped up and the two of them went outside.
I waited a few minutes before rising. I was puzzled by Sharon’s response. It was not at all what I had expected from the girls mother when she walked in and found her daughters being fucked.
When I got outside I found Sharon around our fire making breakfast for us. The girls were over by the wagon looking at things that Sharon had brought back. I started to explain, apologize I guess, but Sharon stopped me. “Dan, we are part of your family right”?
“Yes”.
“If we are to really feel like part of your family then we do everything that your family does”. She lifted her hand to point back at the tent, “And that includes that”.
The girls came back over, sat down and began eating with us. When we were finished Sharon went over to the wagon and came back with a bag that was new. She must have gotten it this morning. She pulled out some panties and shorts and tossed them to Mikey and Janelle. “You might want to wear these today. After this morning you are going to be leaking for a while”.
Mikey and Janelle both had questioning looks on their faces as they looked back up at Sharon. Sharon just pointed to the girls crotches. We all looked down. They were sitting cross-legged on the ground and I could see that their pussies were wet and so was the inside of their thighs for an inch or so around. Janelle looked up at me, “And after all that trouble to get it there”.
I thought to myself, it was no trouble at all.
Mikey gave me another of her impish smiles, “That’s okay. He can just put some more there”.
Sharon began picking up our utensils, “Okay girls. Let’s give the man a rest. He’s going to need it. Now give me a hand cleaning this up so we can be on our way”.
Once we had cleaned up our campsite we began looking for business that had what we were looking for. We found several large clothing stores and packed boxes of clothes for all ages. It was a bit bulky so we knew we would be back, probably next year for more. We found a huge store for home remodeling that had every tool we could need. Again we packed all we could find room for. We stopped at a grocery store and pulled out staples that we thought would still be good, spices, some cans, a case of wine, other things that we could test when we got home to see if they were still good. I even tossed in a solid chunk of sugar. If it is still good we can grind it down.
On our way out of town we passed a school. Sharon had me stop. “What do you want to do here”?
She pointed at the name, it was an elementary school. “We can take some books back for teaching the kids. That will be perfect for the winter time when we cannot do anything else. It is something your mother asked me to watch for”.
We were able to get enough books to cover all the ages of the kids. With some new packing we found room in the wagon for them.
It was just past midday before we were finally leaving town. We were all glad to be gone. It was still spooky to see all the buildings but no people. I was just beginning to realize that our trip home was going to take much longer than the trip out. We now had a loaded wagon and the trip home was uphill. While it took just one day to get here it looked like three days to get back.
But maybe that is not so bad. I looked at Sharon sitting next to me in her shorts. She saw me looking at her and smiled at me. The girls were seated on a bench right behind us and about a food higher than ours. Every so often Mikey would lean forward against my back and put her arms on my shoulders and then rest her head on one of her arms. This was just a new way of accomplishing something that she had been doing with me for the last couple of months; her nipples were now rubbing against my back. I should have put on some shorts also.
We had been on the road for about an hour when Sharon, who was sitting next to me, moved closer so that we were touching, side by side. She put her hand on the top of my thigh and let it rest there for a few minutes before slowly letting it slide down between my legs. She took my limp cock in her hand and gave it a little squeeze but then did not let go. Me being a guy, I did what guys do. I rose to the occasion. She showed her appreciation by slowly stroking me, running fingers up and down the length of my cock, giving me gentle and firm squeezes.
After a few minutes of this I leaned closer to her and whispered, “The girls are right behind us”.
She whispered back, “I know, do you want me to stop”.
When I did not say anything she continued slowly stroking me up and down. It was becoming difficult to just calmly sit there. I wanted to spread my legs, lay back and let her beat me off until I came. After several minutes of her soft stroking I finally could not contain it any longer and several streams shot out of me over the front of our wagon and down onto the road. I continued to dribble out a bit more and it slid down over Sharon’s fingers. She let go of me and raised her hand to her mouth and licked her fingers clean.
“Hey that’s cool”. I was so focused on what Sharon was doing I had not even noticed Mikey leaning forward on my shoulders. She had seen her mother jerking me off. I don’t even know how long she had been watching. “Can we have a turn”?
Sharon turned to her, “No. I think Daddy needs his rest. I was just thanking him for last night and this morning for us”.
Yes, two nights and two mornings. That might not be so bad after all.

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My Sugar Daddy

When Natasha got home she dressed for bed. After climbing beneath the covers she realized for the first time in weeks she would be falling asleep thinking of someone else besides her ex-boyfriend. However, Natasha wondered why she accepted going out to dinner with him. After all Jack was older than any man she went out with in the past. Nevertheless, something about him intrigued her and made her tremble with desire.

Am I just using him – chapter 3

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OLD COUPLE SETTING RECORD STRAIGHT
After being married for almost 50 years, this old couple decided to set the record straight about their marriage. Deciding they had nothing to fear about revealing secrets from their past anymore at this late stage in life, they both took turns asking each other about how faithful each had been in their marriage. The wife went first and asked her husband if he had ever cheated on her.
He replied, “Yes, but only once and it didn’t mean anything. I was on a business trip after we had been married for about seven years, met this attractive woman in a bar, and we spent the night together. But I never saw her again and it didn’t mean anything and that was the ONLY time I was ever unfaithful in our marriage. How about you? Did you ever cheat on me?”
His wife answered, “Yes.” Way back when we were trying to buy our first house and come up with a downpayment, I slept with this guy to help us get the extra money we needed.”
“Was that the ONLY time?” he asked.
“Well, not exactly,” she said. “About five years later when we were having trouble making payments on our new car, I slept with this guy so the bank wouldn’t come and repossess it.”
“I guess I understand why you did it,” her husband said, “But was that the last time?”
“Well, not exactly,” she replied. “Remember the time you ran for mayor and you needed about another 47 votes to win…….?”

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Barndance

I was home when family left for shopping. I decided to go into my barn as I was completely alone and then, I was along no more.

A great show

Being a young man, I needed to relieve myself of sexual tension at least once a day. This usually took place when I went to bed, so I often masturbated before I went to sleep. I used an elaborate ritual to prolong the enjoyment rather than just a straightforward stimulation to climax. I would have the light on but the curtains drawn. I would rub myself slowly and leisurely over the covering blanket using long strokes from thighs via my crotch to my navel, and then when I was aroused, start to rub myself over my shorts but under the covers. This would arouse me further and I would eventually push the coverings down towards my feet. I would continue rubbing the front of my shorts over my now rising member and then carry on with the slow arousal by putting my hand inside until I was fully hard. I then pushed the shorts down to my ankles and finished the job. Following this, I had to wipe up. I would turn out the light and open the curtains.
In my younger days I had only rented a room, but I came into some money after the death of an aunt. Having better pay, I decided to buy a flat locally, as I could now afford a mortgage. I moved into an apartment in the centre of town. I naturally continued my nightly ritual unless I had had a lucky break elsewhere.
My bedroom looked over the road and the rear of the flat faced into the main site. I still kept the curtains drawn during my masturbatory procedures even though there was no building opposite with windows overlooking mine. The site was quite large and had more than one block. The neighbouring set of flats to mine was end on to my apartment and the end flat of that block had two windows opposite my rear bedroom.
On occasions I would sleep in the spare room at the rear for variety. One night, having followed my normal ritual, soon after a new neighbour had moved in. I saw that she was in her window as I drew back my curtains. She quickly stepped out of sight as though she had been caught looking. I did not think much about this until one morning I awoke and I saw that I had not for once pulled my curtains open the previous night. I had not realised how thin they were. They reflected the light from the room when it was dark outside, making them seem thick, but when it was daylight, I could see the next door building in considerable detail. It was also closer than I had appreciated. I wondered how much my new neighbour had seen. She was a widow I discovered. She usually exchanged pleasantries when we met in the grounds. I was not certain whether she knew which flat I lived in.
Anyway, one evening, I thought I would give her a show, to see if she was interested. I waited with my curtains open but with the lights out until I saw her light go on. I thought I could see slight movements even through her curtains, which were closed and then a light went on in another window. Again there were slight signs of movements. After a short while the second light went out and then the curtains were opened in the main window. I moved quickly towards the window and turned on my light making as though I had just come into my room. I then drew my curtains.
I proceeded to completely undress but slowly like a strip show in full view standing near my window. I slowly drew on my favourite shiny blue nylon shorts. I got into bed and began my routine. Only my lower body and legs would be visible to my watcher.
I accentuated my movements under the covers so that she could see, if she was watching, that I was in action as I had been on the earlier occasion, as she might have thought that there was nothing worth watching. I did not know for certain how much of my routine she had actually previously seen. My overt rubbing after I had moved the covers down to my feet, was followed by my usual stroking over my shorts and then the stimulation inside them. When fully erect, I performed an extra slow pulling down of my shorts so that my shaft was held down until the last moment and then it sprang violently free with, to me, an audible slap on my stomach. I then did a slow rub and with the hand further away from the window, so that she might have a better view, pulled back my foreskin and stroked my shaft topped by my exposed knob. I even wetted my fingers and rubbed them gently in circles to prolong the show. After a while, I thought she might be getting bored, so I began to stroke myself ostentatiously until I felt my orgasm approaching, and as I climaxed, I arched my back for her benefit, so that although presumably she could not see the results at that range, she would fully realise what was happening. I did not wait to clean myself up this time, quickly put out the light and opened the curtains.
I could plainly see my neighbour in her window. She made no attempt to hide. She must have been poleaxed by my show. I turned on the light again and went out of the room. I came back in slowly a moment later so that she could see plainly who she had been watching, before getting into bed and turning out the light. I wondered how she would react when we next met. She would not know that I knew what she had seen. Anyway, far from avoiding me or appearing embarrassed, she positively waylaid me and chatted away, ending with saying that she would invite me round for a drink sometime . What had she in mind, I thought. I was soon to find out.

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The ride of her life (part 2)

“No,” she protested, “I can’t go out like this. I live here. My neighbors can’t see me like this.”
“Oh, you’re right,” he said as he adjusted her bathrobe and tied the front closed again. “There.” He said as opened the front door and ushered her out.
“But what about the house,” she asked.
“Well, this is a nice neighborhood, it should be ok.” He said. “But I did lock the door on the way out, just in case.”
As he led her out to the van, she wondered if any of the neighbors would see her and what they would think. She was blindfolded, her hands behind her back, and being lead to a strange van in her bathrobe. Well, there nothing she can do about that now. When they got to the van she heard the door open. Suddenly he lifted her up and sat her in the front seat. She felt his hands grab her left ankle and slide it toward the inside corner of the seat. Then she felt him wrap something around it. A moment later she realized her ankle had been secured to the seat. He did the same to the right ankle. Now she sat there, hands behind her back, legs spread apart and tied so she couldn’t close them. Luckily the van was high enough that no one would be able to see her spread legs. She felt his hand slide up her thigh, over her hip, and stop just above her waist. Then she felt a slight tug and heard a soft pop. He had just undone the tie on her bathrobe. She tensed slightly not knowing whether or not he planned expose her to the neighborhood. She relaxed when the van door shut. She couldn’t imagine the humiliation she would feel if her neighbors had actually saw her naked. But for a moment she felt something else. She had felt an adrenaline rush at the thought of him removing her robe. And as the rush subsided she almost felt regret that it was gone. Though she knew the humiliation would be more than she could bear, the tingly feeling she felt from the rush was nice. As they started driving she thought about all the possibilities he could have in mind. Of course she had no idea what he was up to, but the possibilities were fun to imagine.
After they had been on the road for a few minutes she realized they must be nearing the mall. They stopped at what should have been a traffic light. He reached across her and she heard the window rolled down some. Suddenly he pulled her bathrobe open, exposing one of her breasts. She felt herself turn bright red as whistles and catcalls could be heard coming from the direction of the bus stop. As the van started forward they passed the crowd of men calling out to her. She couldn’t believe he had done that. She could still feel her face blushing red at the thought of total strangers looking at her exposed breast. As they turned the corner and continued passed the mall she was glad that the seat sat back a little from the window. Nobody beside the van should see her unless they walked right up to the street as the van approached.
As they continued she felt the van turn on to the freeway. She figured they were headed north. They drove for a while and eventually took a loop on to another freeway headed west. After awhile of driving the freeway took a slight bend to the left. This let the sun shine directly on to her lap. The sun felt warm on her skin. She knew the road was slowly bending again to the left as the sun worked its way up her thighs. She relaxed as her thoughts alternated between how good it would feel to be lying under that sun improving her tan and how good he would make her feel when they reached their destination. Every now and then he would trace a finger slowly up her inner thigh, lightly over her panty-clad mound and up to cup her one exposed breast. He would gently fondle it for a moment as her breathing quickened.
Suddenly, without warning, he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling and twisting until a moan escaped her lips. As they drove along the highway she heard him open the glove compartment and rummage around. She had been wondering where he was taking her and what he had in mind. She was never sure of what they were going to do next, but she had learned to trust him. He had opened up a whole new world to her by introducing her to the blindfold. By denying her sight he had awakened her imagination and heightened her other senses. She had learned that anticipation was one mother of an aphrodisiac. Suddenly she heard the unmistakable sound of a vibrator. As she listened as it seemed to move past her into the back of the van. Then it came forward over her head. It slowly moved past her face, never touching her, and down toward her breasts. It lingered there for moment, still not touching her. She could feel though as if it were giving off some type of heat. She remembered how he used it the other night and a shiver ran up her spine. Suddenly she felt it hit the seat between her legs. It bounced against her thigh and landed right between her legs not quite touching her pussy. She could feel it vibrating through the seat, just enough to tease her. As she sat there the feeling persisted and she could feel herself starting to get wet with anticipation.
They continued driving as she sat there trying not to move. She was afraid that the slightest movement would cause it to shift downward in the seat toward her pussy. And as sensitive as she felt down there now, she knew it would be worse if it slipped down and came to rest against her pussy lips. So she sat there, small shivers from the faint vibration on the seat and the memory of his touch made it almost impossible to be still.
As she was trying to deal with the feeling the vibrator was causing, he suddenly reached past her thigh and down the front of her seat. She couldn’t figure out what he was doing until she felt herself suddenly lurch. Thoughts of a car crash and the highway patrolmen finding her in this position sent a rush of fear through her mind. But just as suddenly her seat locked into place and he sat up. The van had in fact slowed down and was now picking up speed again. ‘He did that on purpose,’ she thought. She felt the sun on her breast now and realized that whole thing was just to move her seat forward. It then hit her that other drivers might be able to see her now. As they continued to drive the sun felt good on her bare skin.
Suddenly the sound of an air horn blasted off to her right. The van slowed a bit, as if matching speeds with the other vehicle. She knew she was being stared at as the truck’s horn sounded again. The small bumps that divided the lanes sounded as the van moved over one lane to the right. Again the air horn blasted, this time from the next lane. She then realized that the truck’s driver could probably see not only her bare breast, but her exposed lap. As she started to shift herself in an attempt to conceal her panties she felt the vibrator slide down along her thigh slightly. It was closer now to her panty covered pussy and she could feel its vibration through the air as well as the seat. She sat there as still as she could trying not to cause any more movement in her seat. The feeling of the vibration coupled with the fact she was being watched was starting to really get to her. She knew she was starting to get wet and wondered if the trucker would actually be able to see her panties dampen.
She suddenly jumped as his fingers pinched her nipple. That of course was the last thing she wanted to do. As her hips bucked slightly the vibrator slid the rest of the way down. Now with the tip resting firmly against her panties she could feel the vibrations directly on her pussy. The fact that this caused her hips to involuntarily buck forward again didn’t help her at all. The forward movement only intensified the contact and magnified the vibrations. She was trying to keep her hips still, but it wasn’t easy. Again the air horn sounded, reminding her that she was still being watched. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the vibrator. His hand reached under her breast, cupped it, and lifted it upward as if offering it to the trucker. Again the air horn sounded.
She was trying to keep her hips still. The vibrator was starting to really get to her. She tried to think of something else, but her mind kept coming back to the vibration between her legs and the stranger watching from the next vehicle. She had no idea how far or long they drove like that. He hadn’t touched her for some time. And the truck driver hadn’t honked for a bit either, but she could still hear the truck driving next to them. The feeling continued to build though. She knew she was fighting a losing battle; as time and again she had to fight the urge to rub herself against the toy. But her hips just kept squirming forward, trying to maneuver the vibrator into a better position as if they had a mind of their own.
Without warning he pinched her nipple again, hard. A shudder raced up her back as her body arched in response. As she moved, her hips thrust forward and up slightly. This was enough to allow the vibrator to slip forward even more. As her hips came back down the tip of the vibrator was now pinned between the seat and the bottom of her pussy. Her body rocked as a spasm shook her. As she started to just give in and try to work the toy down further with her hips she remembered the trucker. She didn’t know what to do. She had never had someone other than her partner watching her in this intimate a situation before. She wasn’t sure which was exciting her more; the position of the vibrator, him teasing her while she was blindfolded, or being watched by a complete stranger. As embarrassed as she might be she couldn’t help feeling incredibly turned-on by the whole thing. Was it just the truck driver watching her? Did he have a partner with him watching her also? Maybe he was even radioing his trucker buddies to tell them about her. The thought was starting to excite her the more she thought about it. She had never been an exhibitionist. But the thought of a stranger watching her wantonly striving to pleasure herself was becoming intoxicating. Trying not to be too obvious, but trying to position the vibrator into just the right position, she squirmed this way and that as the toy kept shifting. Just as she thought it almost where she wanted it, it would shift a little too much to one side or another.
Finally she decided she didn’t care. There was nothing she could do about the trucker and she desperately needed release. She shifted her hips again more aggressively to try and get a better position on the vibrator. It shifted, finally sliding down enough to rest firmly below her pussy with the tip not that far from her sensitive bottom. Now she began to grind downward on the toy, trying to use the vibration to her advantage. She could feel her pussy getting wet and she was sure it was noticeable. Maybe not to the trucker, but noticeable none-the-less. Another light spasm raced through her body. She tried moving her hips ever so slightly. She wasn’t sure if she could cum in this position, but she damn sure knew she was going to try. He wasn’t touching her, but she was sure he wouldn’t let her go too long before helping her over the edge. As her hips began to move back and forth, and from side to side she concentrated on the vibrator. It felt great, but it wasn’t enough to send her over the edge yet. Again and again she rubbed her hips back and forth over the toy, but to no avail. The frustration was building. Harder and harder she ground herself onto the toy, but she still couldn’t get the right position. She shifted her hips sideways to try and reposition the toy. It moved downward again slightly. This time its tip came to rest directly under her ass. Another shiver raced through her body as she came back down on the seat. Again she began to rub herself back and forth. Mashing down as hard as she could, a moan of frustration escaped her lips as she pressed harder into the seat.
“Is there anything wrong,” he asked.
The sound of his voice made her jump. “I just can’t get this thing where I want it,” she panted. She couldn’t believe she had just said that aloud, but he seemed to bring out something in her. She had never talked to her partner during sex before.
“Would you like me to do something for you,” he asked.
She took a deep breath as another shiver ran up her spine. “Is there somewhere we can pullover,” she breathed, “off the road.”
“Well we still have a ways to go yet, but I’m sure our friend over there would enjoy that very much.” He said.
Yet another shiver raced through her as she thought about the trucker following them off the highway. As she began to imagine what would happen if the trucker did pull over with them she felt him touch her. His fingers softly glided over her panties, almost down to the vibrator, then stopped. Her breath quickened as one of his fingers began to trace the outline of her pussy lips. Up to her clit and then slowly back down to the vibrator. Again and again he continued to trace her lower lips. Up and down, with only the slightest of pressure. As her breathing got heavier her hips began to slowly rock in time with the movement of his finger. She was afraid to move too fast, because she knew she was being watched, but she needed more pressure against his finger. She wished they would pull over so he could give her more attention, but she didn’t want the extra attention she might get from the stranger driving the truck beside them. She just needed his finger to press harder.
Suddenly she felt his finger entered her. As rush of passion raced up her body her hips lunged up on their own. His finger had only gone in as far as the entrance, just between her pussy lips, but had done so, panties and all. Her hips came completely off the seat trying to push his finger even deeper. And they stayed above the seat bucking several times before he removed his finger completely.
‘Hooonk, honk.’ She blushed deeply as she remembered the trucker watching her. She had been caught in a wanton act of desperate need. But the shame she should be feeling only served to fuel her inner fire. As she sat back down she realized the vibrator was gone. As she sat there catching her breath she heard the vibrator turn off. A few minutes passed before she felt it again, working its way along the wait band of her panties. Tracing back and forth until it finally slipped under the elastic band. She realized she had been holding her breath until that moment. As the toy slip under the elastic band it began moving in slow circles under her panties. Reaching all the down to the top of her pubic hair, then coming back up to the top of her panties. As the circles began to move deeper into her panties her breathing quickened. When the circles began to touch her clit her hips started to come up to meet the contact. Again and again her hips came up slightly to meet the toy as it passed over her sensitive clit.
Suddenly it stopped, right on top of her. Her hips held their slightly upraised position, quivering as she waited for the toy to continue its trek. As her hips began to lower the toy started to slide over her clit, following the line between her pussy lips. Again her hips raised up on their own as a massive shiver began to rock her body. The tip of the toy tilted downward as it followed her slit as the back end of it tilted outward stretching the waistband of her panties.
As the tip reached the middle of her pussy lips the whole thing tilted and the toy began to enter her. Now her hips came completely off the seat as her legs tightened and back straightened. As the toy continued to go up inside of her, the back end brought the waistband of her panties stretching down past her pussy, completely exposing her. A spasm rocked her body as she thrust upward toward the ceiling of the van. She held that position for several long moments until she heard the truck horn blaring again.
As she realized that the toy had entered her only so far and stopped she forced her body to relax. The truck horn sounded again, but she didn’t care. She only wanted release now. She was so close that she would do anything to reach orgasm. She was beyond caring that the truck driver was watching her. Watching her hips move uncontrollably as she came closer and closer to fulfilling her sexual desire.
Before she could sit back down in the seat, she felt the base of the toy make contact. As her hips lowered it began to push farther up into her. Just as her ass cheeks started to make contact a bolt of electricity raced through her spine and her hips shot back up. Again and again she bucked, trying to bring on the orgasm she had been working toward. Again the truck horn sounded, and again she realized it was not enough to bring her sweet release. When her hips stopped bucking, she gained control of them again and carefully brought them back down to the seat.
But when she finally sat back down the toy slid up inside her another inch. As another spasm shot through her she fought to control her body. But slowly her hips continued to grind at the toy. She couldn’t stand it any longer. She needed him to do something, anything, and do it now.
“Please,” she whispered, as her hips slowly rocked back and forth moving the toy ever so slightly.
“Yes,” he asked.
“Please touch me,” she whispered. She would do anything to have him touch her now.
As she tried to control her breathing she felt his hand on her stomach. It slid slowly up to her exposed breast and began to fondle her. Her hips began to rock a little faster as he rubbed her nipple. When he suddenly pinched, squeezed and twisted her nipple her hips came off the seat again. As she settled back down again his hand left her breast and began to slide its way down her body. As the tips of his fingers glided over her clit she almost begged him to leave them there. Softly they slid their way over her lips to stop at the base of her pussy, with two fingers resting on either side of the toy. As they rested there a moment he spoke.
“Are you ready,” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, as her breath came in ragged bursts.
“Are you sure,” he asked.
“YES,” she shouted!
“Then enjoy,” he said, as his fingers left her pussy and slid down to the base of the toy. She held her breath as she waited.
Suddenly her hips shot upward as the vibrator came to life. The sudden vibrations sent a wave of uncontrollable shivers through her entire body. She had managed to keep her hips from bucking wildly, but she couldn’t get them back into the seat. Her body was tingling as the vibrator continued to send shivers racing up her spine. She was so close she couldn’t stand it. She heard the truck’s horn again and didn’t care. She tried to imagine the truck driver watching her. She tried to see in her mind what he was seeing right now. She felt the shivers become tremors. She was sitting in a van, bound and blindfolded, almost without a stitch of clothing on and a complete stranger was watching her trembling in sexual need as a vibrator brought her closer and closer the orgasm. She couldn’t believe how powerful the picture was. Her wanton need on full display for a total stranger to watch and enjoy.
She began to shake as she imagined him watching her. Taking pleasure in her pleasure. Lusting after her. Wanting to touch her and bring her to orgasm. Grabbing her body with rough hands and bringing her closer and closer to release. She could see his hands moving over her body. She could feel them touch her most intimate places. She could feel his unshaven face as he…
“AAAAGGGHHH,” she cried out as his fingers pressed down on her clit. Back and forth he began to rub her as wave after wave went crashing through her body. And even though she’s blindfolded, the colors that racing through her vision were dazzling. Flashes of color, sound and feeling washed over her again and again. Her whole body shook uncontrollably as her hips thrust upward against his hand. Again and again she bucked her hips to release the tension inside of her.
“OOOOHHHH…MYYYYY…GGGODDD!” She wailed as a new wave crashed through her body and sent her even higher. She couldn’t breathe. Her lunges were taking in air and gasping out cries of pleasure, but it wasn’t enough. She just couldn’t get enough air. Her heart began to race and her lunges hurt as she tried to tell him. She started to feel faint as she gasped for breath.
“AAAAWWWW,” she cried out again, as the vibrator was ripped out of her pussy. It had happened so suddenly that she found herself bucking her hips at nothing. Over and over she drew in breath and gasped it out again. She realized that the trucker was still honking his horn, and had been for some time. The tremors continued for a bit as she caught her breath finally. And as the tremors subsided she still felt the occasional shiver. She was drenched in sweat, shivering slightly and still trying to catch her breath. She let herself drift with the lingering feelings, as the shivers slowly began to taper off. She awoke as the van began to turn off the highway she tried to remember where they were. She had been able to follow their route in her mind until he turned the vibrator on. She didn’t realize she had lost track of how far they had gone or even how long they had been driving. She bit her lip as another shiver moved through her body. She didn’t think they had reached the turn-off to another highway yet. As the van rolled to a stop she realized they must have left the highway.

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Stranded in a Strange World

This story is not focused on sex, but it will feature it. It will be a kind of fantasy story, kind of like an RPG, but with a focus on characters. When there’s sex in this story, it’s not just gratuitous, it’s actually to progress the story. If you just want mindless sex then skip this. If you’re in for this kind of thing, then be prepared, because I want this to be a long-running series. (No sex in this chapter yet) Hope you guys like it. Enjoy

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Hi! This may be multi-chapter. This story, if it continues, will get progressively more…shall we say, “violent”? I hope you enjoy.