Pipe Crew-Conclusion
This is the final chapter in the Pipe Crew series.
This is the final chapter in the Pipe Crew series.
I love the feeling of woman’s clothing next to my skin
her final journey down the slut highway
Unlike the previous 9 stories, I wrote this one. I tried to stay true to the original author’s intent.
I moved into my mothers three story apartment building on October 31st.
The morning of Halloween. My fathers home was less than an hour away in a small town called City View with the irony that City View had nothing but the view of a forrest and the lake that contained the small towns water supply.
When I say the word small, this would be putting it lightly. The town was madeup of my formal high school, a bank, a sonic, a harps, and a very inconvienent convienent store,
The town was microscopic compared to my new city.
Combs Springs.
My mother lived on the third floor of the apartment building with my little brother, Traden, my step-father Aaron and my grandmother Sue.
It wasnt HUGE but nor was it small considering that we had 5 people in the three bedroom apartment.
After unpacking the rest of my remaining belongings, I smashed my boxes and hefty duty bags that contained my clothes, and proceeded into the living room to ask where I should put the trash.
Mom explained that at the bottom of the stairs there was a dumpster not too far from the steps. So I put my shoes on and carried the boxes downstairs to put them into the empty dumpster.
When I reached the bottom flight of stairs, I tried to pull a little Home Alone stunt and slide off the railing and then continue my pace.
It didn’t work out the way I planned and as I felt the uncomfortable feel of the metal bar beneath me, I was startled and jumped off, catching my foot on the railing itself.
I lost my balance and fell face first into the concrete.
The impact was nothing compared to the sting from the accident I felt afterwords. My eyes shut automatically in the harsh blur of light coming at my face. My knee was scraped and my face was pulsing in pain as I rolled off of my stomach and onto my back. Taking in the sharp, brisk chill of the wind carrying faint sounds of small children using the famous phrase, “Trick Or Treat”.
I heard footsteps coming down the stairwell and thought that it was my father coming down. I was the reason for the end of the conversation of the stranger as they mumbled a quick, “Let me call you back.”
They quickly walked over to me and offered a hand out to me. I reached out and took the hand. The soft hand. As they picked me up and helped dust off my clothes that were covered in dead leaves. I noticed that the person brushed off my back and momentarily touched my butt.
Everything was so blurry.
“I think you dropped your glasses.” The stranger said. “My names Daniel.”
I pushed the cracked glasses on my face to look at this ‘Daniel’.
After my eyes adjusted, I looked at the handsome face of a tall skinny blonde kid with bright blue eyes.
“Luk-Lukas.” I studdered. I grabbed his outstretched hand and shook it gently.
“Are you new here?” He grinned.
“Yeah. I moved in with my mom this morning.”I noticed that his teeth were extremely white and that he smiled with every word I spoke. “I gotta go.” I picked up the scattered boxes and trash bags and practically ran over to the trash can. In embarrassment on top of me just being naturally awkward.
“Well im having a Halloween party tonight at my place, if you wanna hang later!” He shouted after me.
“Thanks but no thanks. I still have some unpacking to do.” I yelled over my shoulder.
I took the stairs that ran behind the apartment to get back to my house.
When I got inside, I passed Aaron and went into the bathroom.
I looked into the mirror at myself. I smiled thinking about my stupid decision to try and sail down the steps. I noticed a small cut under my left eye and decided to take a shower.
I took off my shirt and jeans to reveal a hairy bush and a semi hard penis under my boxers.
I grabbed the bulge with my hands and massaged it.
Nearly fully erect. I caught myself thinking about the way Daniel touched me. With his soft hands that were just the right amount of gentle along with a firmness that I found very attractive.
I wondered where this party would be held as I reminisced the brief exchange of contact we had. I picked up the pace of my rubbing my now erect dick, so fast that I found myself jacking off.
I thought of his deep blue eyes as I pounded. Of his smooth skin and silky blonde hair. His bright teeth. And his gorgeous smile. I even thought of ths way he said his name.
I couldn’t help but moan as I got to the point of pure bliss.
I aimed at the open toilet seat but was suprisd as I watched the first two huge spurts fly onto the seat. Followed by a load that flew into the toilet. And I finished up with a small attempt that fell onto the floor.
I was so exhausted that I quickly cleaned up the mess and flushed the evidence. I took a shower. Put on my underwear and went to bed.
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I woke up to the sound of my phone going off letting me know about a random three a.m. phone call.
I looked at the screen and was suprised to see my bestfriend Kaleys picture.
I answered the phone with a groggy “Hello?”
“Hey! Were you asleep?” Sometimes this girl did not have any common sense.
“Yeah I was asleep. Its only 3:24 in the morning.”
“Can you talk though. Its kinda important.” She asked. Usually I would have said fuck off and went back to sleep. But this was my bestfriend. The only one that knew about my bisexual side. She was always there for me, so I needed to be there for her.
“Yeah, lemme get my contacts.”
I rolled out of bed and into the bathroom. I put in my contacts, grabbed my robe and then quietly opened the front door. “Okay. Whats wrong?”
She told me about her friend named Rico that she was starting to like and about other high school drama. Not wanting to go to continue the conversation for an extra amount of time I just agreed and said yeah in different places until she finished and decided to go to sleep. After we said good night, I got up to go inside when I noticed a flash in the distance. A cell phone light?
I decided that since I was already awake I might as well check it out.
I walked down to the parking lot where I thought I seen the light and realized that I could hear footsteps walking on the dead leaves making a crunching sound. I followed the noise into an empty field surrounded by trees until I heard a cough. And then someone spoke. “Can’t sleep Lucky?”
I realized it was Daniel! My heart raced as I remembered my grand finale that had occurred in the bathroom and I felt my shorts twitch.
“Its Lukas actually. But no I can’t. What about you?”
I noticed that he was very unbalanced and staggered around. Then I smelt the strong distinct smell of liquor. “Ehh, I always go for walks.”
“At three a.m. Why?” I joked.
“Why……not?” He smiled through his glazed over blue eyes and bright teeth. “Drink?”
I REALLY like this kid, I thought. I don’t want to tell him no.
I reached out and took a big drink of the brown liquid and almost choked on the amount of alcohol in my mouth.
“Ehh, not to shabby. Thats hundred proof by the way.” He said proudly. “Have a seat.” He motioned at an old rock table that looked as if it had been through multiple acid rains.
I sat on the top and tried to settle my boner to no relief. Before I realized that it was too dark to see anyway.
Daniel came and sat so close to me that our knees were touching and I noticed that he didnt have a shirt on. His nipples were hard as if it were cold but they looked just as smooth as the rest of him.
We spent the next thirty minutes drinking the bottle until we were both drunk. He told me stories about his life but I honestly wasn’t listening. My heart would skip beats when he would do things like lean his head on my shoulder or grab my leg.
I was so fucking horny and this kid continued to talk about his teachers in the sixth grade. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and out of drunk impulse I kissed him.
I kissed him. And kissed him. And continue to kiss him. He reached around and played with my brown hair. He grabbed it and smashed his face into mine. I moved my hand up his chest until I felt his hard nipples. They felt so good in my hand and I felt him moan in my mouth as I pinched them softly.
I felt his hand move down and opened my robe revealing only my boxers. He broke off the make out and gently trailed kisses down until he reached my underwear line. He pulled them open and was nearly slapped in the face by a 6.5 inch dick that was hard as a rock.
He licked up my shaft until he reached the crown which he circled many times. Making me moan and bite my lip. I leaned back as he continued to swirl my dick with his beautiful tounge. Then he finally engulfed it completely. All the way down until I felt his warm breath hitting my pubic hair. He went back up and pumped my dick once then proceeded to give me head.
He sucked me until I got to the point where I couldn’t take anymore and announced that I was about to cum.
This made him work twice as hard as he was preparing to take on my sperm.
I shot streams in his throat that I didn’t think was possible for anyone to hold in their mouth.
I literally screamed at he continue to suck my very sensitive penis. Cleaning out every drop if semen.
I thought that that would be it. Until I realized that he didnt swallow, and was going to use my sperm as lube.
He turned me over as he pulled off his shortsand spat the cum in his hand and rubbed it on his penis. He also stuck his index finger straight into my anus. An uncomfortable feeling I was not expecting. I yelped as he finger fucked me.
And without warning stuck his dick in my ass.
The pain hurt. Nothing but pure agony as I realized that maybe gay sex wasnt as fun as it seemed. I tried to clench when he got close to pulling out in hopes of to get him out of my rectum. I even tried standing up but was harshly pushed back down.
I was about to start screaming when I felt a strange feeling.
No longer did I feel a strange feeling but a warm, great feeling. Pure pleasure. He rode my ass. Hard. And I liked it.
I started to match his moans as I pushed my ass back into it. Thrusting back at him, when he finally said he was there.
It was my turn to work extra hard.
I flung my ass hard, just in time to meet his every thrust.
His moans turned into screams as he began to fill me up with his hot warm spurts. He slammed hard one last time but this time he held it there as he finished cumming. He crashed on my back and just layed there holding me from behind.
After awhile he rolled onto the table top next to me and sighed deeply. I turned over and we looked up at the stars for what seemed like forever.
He finally asked me with a grin, “So how was your first day in Combs Springs?”
“Ehh, not too shabby.” I winked.
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Bobby’s senior experience
When the twins walk in on a lesson session, that’s when more secrets are revealed. And so both Jason & Joey give the babysitter her final lesson.
This is a revision of a story I did a few weeks ago. I will have parts two and three coming shortly
My wife and I get arrested for playing sexual games in public.
Zoey can’t help masturbating while listening to her brother fuck Melody and Alicia. But Zoey is his older brother. She can’t possibly have a thing for Clint.
Peter, his Mom and Me 3
The following morning I got up Early, about 6:30, and Dad was just leaving for work.
“Your Mother had a little too much to drink last night and isn’t going to go to work so you will have to fix your own breakfast.” I had a bowl of cereal and a piece of toast and decided since it was only 7:15 maybe Mom was staying home so we could get together. Just thinking of that started me to get a semi-hard-on.
I opened the door to Mom & Dads bedroom and saw Mom laying there with only the sheet covering her legs. She was on her back and snoring loudly. Her gown was pulled up above her thighs and I could see the black trimmed bush of her pussy. I decided I wanted to eat Moms pussy in the worst way so I pulled the sheet down and very carefully lifted her knees and spread them apart. I kneeled down at the foot of the bed and spread her vagina lips and began to lick her pussy. She had a strong odder and there was dried cum on the sides. It looked like Dad had fucked her after I had. So I was eating my Dads and my mother’s as well as my own dried cum. Even with it having that strong odor the Idea of eating my own mother’s pussy was stronger than any pungent smell might have been. I shoved my tongue inside her lips and began to lick and suck her pussy. I took my tongue and tickled her clit. She had a nice firm one about as big around as the middle of a tooth pick and maybe 5/8’s of and inch long. She stopped snoring and began to moan as I sucked gently on her clit. After about ten minutes of my licking and sucking she reached down and grabbed my head and shoved my face tight against her pussy lips as she climaxed. She reared her Ass up and her abdomen began to flutter.
Her climax woke her up and she looked up and seeing me between her legs she screamed “Nooooooo” and began to kick at me. She kicked me in the shoulder and the top of my head forcing me off the bed. She jumped up and stood over me and I had never seen my Mother so mad. “IF YOU EVER COME NEAR ME AGAIN OR TRY TO DO TO ME WHAT YOU DID LAST NIGHT AND AGAIN JUST NOW I WILL TELL YOUR FATHER AND HAVE YOU SENT TO JUVINILE HALL,” she hissed. “What you are doing is degrading to me and disrespectful to your Father. The only reason I didn’t tell your Father last night was because it would kill him. Don’t you realize you have ruined any Mother son relationship we might have had over the comming years. Now Bobby hear me and hear me good. Don’t ever come near me again. When your Dad is around I will attempt to be civil and treat you like I have in the past but if we are ever alone keep your distance or by god I will have you sent to juvenile hall. Now get your ass out of here and go to school.”
My ego was deflated and I felt like two cents. I went next door to Pete’s house feeling like shit. Madelyn was already to go to work and said, “I’ll drop you and Pete off at school on the way. What’s the matter Bobby you look a little down?” I’m Ok, I just had a fight with Mom and I feel kind of bad about it. “Well I’ll try and cheer you up when I get home from work tonight” She leaned over and gave me a big kiss and rubbed my cock. I sure hoped so I though I’m going to need something after what just happened. When I got home from school I told Mom I was invited over to Pete’s for dinner. I couldn’t look her in the face. She said, “I think that would be good. I’m not sure if I could look at you without getting upset all over again.
That evening I forced my self to forget what happened and concentrated on Madelyn. I ate her Pussy twice and Pete ate his Mother once before we fucked her the first time. He whispered he wanted to fuck his Mother in the Ass while I was fucking her. He said the last time really turned him on. As I slipped my cock into Madelyn’s lovely hot pussy I thought; why the hell I couldn’t have been just satisfied with fucking Pete’s Mom instead of letting my ego get the better of me and ruined a great relationship with my Mother. Madelyn went wild with Pete and me in both her holes. I think she came at least a dozen times. We had dinner after that and Pete and I kept playing with his Moms tits as she fixed dinner. I finger fucked her while she cooked, making her cum twice.
I fucked Madelyn two more times before Pete asked me to fuck him in the Ass while he fucked his Mother. I said, won’t that kind of shock your Mom. He told me he didn’t think so. He got on the edge of the bed with his Ass hanging just over the end and had his Mother sit on his cock. He raised his legs high alongside her. I knew he had douched his Ass out and lubricated it just before by how easy I slid into his butt. When I shoved my cock up his Ass and reached around his Mother and began to fondle her tits. “Bobby, what the hell are you doing” “It’s Ok Mom I asked him to fuck me in the Ass. I wanted to know what it feels like to have a cock in my Ass while I fucked you.” “Well it feels wonderful doesn’t it?” she told him. Yes, I’m ready to explode a load of my love offering up into your wonderful fuck hole Mom.”
She squealed as she felt him shoot a huge amount of sperm into her vagina cavity and at the same time I shot a load of cum up his Ass. He later told me he really missed getting fucked in the Ass by me. I told him that I didn’t miss it at all. I fucked her two more times before I went home. Each and every time I fucked her I was amazed at how great her pussy felt and the strength in her pussy lips when she would clamp down on my cock. As I left Madelyn gave me a hug and whispered, “I don’t know where you get the stamina but I’m glad you have it.” I told her it was because she was the sexiest women in the world and she had the greatest pussy a man could possibly enter. When I got home Mom and Dad were already in Bed.
The next morning after I took a shower and came down stairs for breakfast. Dad had already left for work. Mom would not look at me the whole time she fixed pan cakes. It felt like being in a refrigerator. It was even harder because when Mom bent over to put the pan cakes on my plate she hesitated for a moment and her tits almost fell out of her gown and robe. I almost threw caution to the wind and wanted to grab her tits and suck them before forcing her to fuck me anyway. I didn’t do anythin but when I stood to leave I had a hard on. Mom look at my crotch and turned away.
I left with my hard on and went next door to get Pete. It was only 7:30 so I knocked but no one came to the door. I tried the knob and it opened. I said hello, anyone home?
Madelyn hollered from the bedroom. I’m in here; bring me a cup of coffee will you? I poured both of us a cup and walked into her bedroom. “Pete’s taking a shower and we will be ready shortly.” She was in the process of putting on her crouch-less panty hose before she slipped her panties on. As I Looked at her perfect camel toe my hard on returned. I sat the coffee on the table next to her and dropped my jeans and underwear. I grabbed her slender waist and slid my cock into her pussy grabbing each of her breasts. I squeezed and rolled my finger and thumbs over her nipple as I began to slip in and out of her wonderful pussy. Her vagina muscles immediately clamped down on my cock, jesus what a feeling.
Her nipples popped out and she squealed, “Oh you naughty boy.” Do you want me to stop? I said. “If you do I will hate you forever,” she giggled. “You have the most wonderful cock and what it does to me is amazing. I hope you will want to make love to me until I’m old and grey.” I thought you said that we only fuck and that you and Pete made love. That was at first but now I think I am falling in love with you or at least with your beautiful cock. Even after all that love making last night I dreamed of you making love to me on this deserted Island where we had all the food and water we needed and you made love to me until we were old and I died with your cock in me just after you came. Isn’t that insane?” It sounds good to me I told her.
I increased my speed and when I felt her cum the second time I let lose a nice load of cum into her hot wet vagina tunnel. I squeezed her tits and said you better do something before you leave for work. You don’t want to leak a bunch of cum all over your office. She giggled and rushed into her bathroom.
I took some clean-x and wiped my cock. I didn’t want to wash off her wonderful pussy smell so I pulled my pants up and grabbed my coffee and went to the kitchen and waited for them to get ready. Madelyn came in first and she asked me. “Have you ever fucked Peter before last night?” Well when we were around 12 we did experiment a little but when we started fucking your niece we decided we liked women and didn’t want to become gay. “Well I’m certainly glad you decided that way, look what I would be missing.”
It’s not any of my business and you don’t have to tell me but I have always been curious as to why you got a divorce. He must have been nuts to let you go. “I’ll give you the short version. I met Pete’s Dad in high school when I was 16. He got me pregnant and I had Peter a month after I turned 17. I finished high school because my sister let us stay with her. My folks disowned me when I got pregnant. My dad was a Baptist Minister and Mom is a religious nut. We got married right after we graduated. Peter’s Dad tried to fuck My sister on our honey moon. She kept quiet about it for awhile but he kept after her so she told her husband. He beat the shit out of Pete’s Dad and threw him out of the house. I got a divorce and went to college and got a degree in Mathematics. I earned enough to pay my sister back for helping me and saved enough for us to buy this house.
So you were only 23 when you moved here. “Yes,” she said. Well when Pete and I turned twelve you were then only 29. “That’s about right. Bobby you told me you have wanted to fuck me since you were twelve. That’s unusual since I was 17 years older than you. Most kids that age think 29 is old.” No, even when I was 9 and 10 and I would get a glimpse of your boobies when you were in your robe and night gown or a few times when Pete and I saw you in your bra and panties I would get a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach and it wasn’t until I was about 12 and got a hard on every time I saw you like that that I realized what I had been feeling. After we started fucking Tina I knew I wanted to fuck you too.
Well Bobby I’m glad you did, it is very flattering to think I could turn on a 12 year old. Pete was standing in the door way listening. “Hell, don’t feel like the lone ranger I use to get hard when Mom and I took a bath together. I got real pissed when she stopped letting me bathe with her. I use to peek in on her when ever she took a bath and forgot to lock the door. Some times I would sneak into her bedroom when she was asleep. Especially during the summer when it was hot she would sleep with just a sheet on. It usually hiked up her legs and I would stand at the foot of the bed and look up her gown.” “Peter, shame on you, you never told me that,” said his Mom. “Why would I? Besides I loved looking at you.” he said. That reminds me how did you two end up doing it? I asked.
“I have to get to work so will tell you on the way to work. We got in the car and Madelyn began, “Well all during those years Peter was growing up I never went out. I had never really enjoyed sex with Pete’s Dad because he would always cum to quick. He seldom did any foreplay so I never really missed it. About 3 years ago I met a guy through work and we kind of hit it off. I went out to dinner with him a couple of times before bringing him home. He made me realize what I had been missing. He preformed a lot of foreplay before making love to me and It was the first time I ever had multiple orgasms. The third time he came over we had a little too much to drink and we were fucking on the couch. Peter came in and I didn’t see him. He stood there watching me fucking this guy. When I finally saw him the guy had just given me a climax and was in the process of shooting a quantity of his sperm inside me. I was shocked to see Peter and when I screamed his name Peter turned and ran to his room.
I shoved the guy out the door and ran to Peter’s room. I heard him crying so I knocked and asked him if I could talk to him. When I went in Peter was lying on the bed in just his pajama bottoms. I turned him over onto his back and as I did I noticed Peter had a hard on from watching. I kissed him and gave him a big hug and told him how sorry I was that he saw us. I told him that I had missed having sex with a man but that was no excuse to do it where he might see it. He surprised me when he asked, “Why do you need a stranger to do that with. Why can’t we do it?”
Bobby, you could have knocked me over when he asked me that. I told him that a Mother and son didn’t do those things. That it was called incest and was against the law. She smiled and then said he was persistent I must say. He said “aren’t you suppose to have sex with only those you love?” “He had me there and I told him well, yes that’s true.” He then asked me, well if that’s true and we love each other then why should we do it. “I told you that it is against the law to do something like that.” He came right back and said not if no one knows. “I gave up and told him to go to sleep. I lay down beside him and rubbed his head. He scooted close to me and I could feel his hard on pressing against my stomach.”
“The booze began to take effect again and I fell asleep. I woke up later still pretty woozy with Peter on top of me fucking me. He told me latter that he had already screwed me once before I woke up. I was almost ready to cum and I thought Oh shit, I can’t let him do this. I started to push him off but he grabbed me around the waist and kept fucking as fast as his ass would go. I couldn’t help myself, he made me cum. That little shit didn’t stop fucking me until he had cum in me two more times and made me have several climaxes myself. We fell asleep and I woke up about 4AM with him fucking me again. This time I just let him and enjoyed it. About 7:30 I woke up again to his fucking.
That kid had an insatiable appetite. It was Saturday and we didn’t get out of bed except for lunch all day. Bobby that kid wore me out. He fucked me so many times that day that I lost count. He made me cum every time and sometimes more than once. The rest is history.” Peter was sitting there with the biggest grin you ever saw shaking his head up and down. I said, WOW that’s some story.
That day at lunch the football coach came up to where Pete and I were eating. He told me that he wanted me to come back to the team next year and that he wanted to make sure I joined the team for summer work outs. He told me to start weight lifting again to build my strength. He told Pete that if he got his grade average to a “C” he could rejoin the team too.
I met this Asian girl name Ushe. She was real nice and she had a girl friend by the name of Teri. They were always together. On this particular day Ushe asked me if I would walk her home. She said a couple of boys were giving them a bad time and that if I walked her home they would think I was her boy friend and would leave her alone. I said sure. I was getting pretty big having grown to 6’2” and weighing 195lbs. I told Peter and he said he would come with me. On the way home she pointed out the two boys that had been giving them the bad time. I knew them so I walked over and told them to lay off the girls. They said they didn’t know they were ours girl friends, and they were only having some fun.
I noticed that Teri was getting real cozy with Pete. Ushe invited us into the house and told us her folks were at work. She got us all a coke and we sat on the couch. Next thing I knew Pete was smooching with Teri and he had his hands between her legs and was finger fucking her. Ushe saw what they were doing and said, “Come with me” She took me by the hand and led me to what I guessed was her bedroom and we no sooner got the door closed when she threw her arms around me and gave me a french kiss. Her tongue was exploring my mouth like crazy. I lowered her onto the bed and began to squeeze her breast. They were different than Madelyn’s, my Moms or for that matter the other two gals I had fucked. When I took her dress and bra off I saw that her tits were large like saucers but more flat than round with huge nipples.
I began sucking on those nipples and she started moaning ohhhhh, mmmmmmmm that’s nice she cooed. She took my hand and placed it between her legs so I removed her panties and started finger fucking her. She undid my belt buckle and lowered my pants just past my Ass as I finger fucked her and sucked her titties. I stood up and took my jeans and underwear off as she spread her legs. I asked her if she had a condom because I didn’t have any. She told me she was on the pill and I didn’t need to worry about getting her pregnant. I bent down and shoved my face into her pussy. I almost gagged because she had a very strong fishy smell. Before I could get my head out she grabbed my head and buried my face into her pussy. I got over the strong smell and began to lick and suck on her clit. Her pussy was covered with very black course hair.
I made her cum a couple of times and she was screaming at the top of her lungs: Ohhhhhh god, Bobby what a tongue you have, don’t stop, ohhhhh yes yesssss, god you’re making me cum. I came up and slid my cock into the outer folds of her cunt. She was pretty tight and I had to work at getting it in her. I gave a big push and sunk deep into her pussy. She screamed “Ohhhhhhh my god Bobby you are so big, oh christ fuck me; fuck me hard with that big dick of yours.” I didn’t think I had such a big dick. It wasn’t quite seven inches but it was pretty thick around. I began to shove my cock in and out of her.
With all the fucking I had been doing lately I was able to fuck her for almost twenty minutes. I took turns french kissing her and sucking on her tits as I fucked. She was screaming and wiggling her ass as I made her cum several times. Finally I felt that erg in my balls and shot a load of cum up inside her fuck hole. Oh my god Bobby, that was wonderful. You can come and fuck me anytime you want too.
Pete and Teri walked in and Teri said hey Ushe, sounds like you had a good fuck. Pete was great too. Why don’t we swap? Ushe said that’s a great idea. Take Bob into Moms room and fuck him there. Just be careful not to get any cum on her bed. Put a couple of towels down. Teri led me into Ushe’s Mothers room. She laid down a couple of bath towels and then shoved me onto the bed. She grabbed my soft cock and shoved it into her mouth and began to suck. She looked up and said, “christ I wish Ushe didn’t eat so much dried fish. I always have a bard time eating her pussy. Usually if she douche’s with scented water it’s not so bad.
She went back to sucking and got me nice and hard. She got on her back and lifted her legs and put them on my shoulders as I leaned in and shoved my cock into her wet pussy about 3 inches. Even though Pete had already fucked her she was still pretty tight. I shoved the rest of my cock in and was surprised I hit bottom. I looked down at Teri’s brown skin as I slid in and out of her pussy. She was an American of Mexican decent. Her tits were cone shaped with huge areolas and her nipples were the whole end of her tits. I leaned down and began to suck each breast in turn as I fucked her.
She didn’t scream like Ushe, but she just kept a low murmur like ummmmmm. She wrapped her legs around my waist and put her heels on my butt using her heels to push against my Ass each time I thrust inside her. I fucked her even longer than Ushe, and I wasn’t sure I could cum again. She just kept up a steady uuummmmmmg, ummmmm as I drove in and out of that tight warm cunt. Every so often she would say oh god yessssssss and I knew she had cum again. Finally after a little over a half hour I felt that erg build up into my ball sack and I shot a load deep into her cervix.
Suddenly I asked, you are on the pill aren’t you? “Well it’s a little late to think of that isn’t it? But yes I’m on the pill. You and Pete are by far the best lovers we have ever had.” How many guys have you and Ushe fucked I asked. “I have fucked eight guys and Ushe five. We have both eaten two girls pussy’s at school.” I thought wow more guys than Pete and I have girls.
When I got home from school I left a note that I would be eating at Pete’s again. When Madelyn came home from work Pete and I were ready for her. We had showered and shaved and drank a couple of glass’s of milk each. We tried to fuck her before she got out of the kitchen but she told us that she wanted to take a shower first and douche her self both in the Ass and her Vagina as she anticipated them both wanting to be inside her at the same time. As soon as she was out of the shower we put her on her bed and took turns eating her lovely snatch while the other sucked her tits and french kissed her. We ate her box for over an hour before she finally screamed, “ENOUGH I CAN’T HANDLE ANY MORE. If you don’t fuck me I think I’ll go insane.” We both smiled.
She straddled me and slid down on my waiting cock and bent way over anticipating Pete’s cock entering her Ass. She had already lubed her Ass hole after douching. We fucked her like that for about twenty minutes before Pete shot his love offering deep into her Ass. It took me another seven or eight minuets before I came. I thought, how lucky can one get to have, such a wonderful women as this to fuck. We fucked her again before dinner and Pete Ate her pussy while she cooked. I fucked her in the Ass for the first time while she did the dishes or tried to. She told me that I was the first person to make her cum while fucking her there. We fucked her two more times before I had to go home.
When I got home Dad was still up but Mom had gone to bed. I fixed myself a glass of milk and was sitting there drinking it when Dad came into the kitchen. “Hi Bob, he stopped calling me Bobby when I turned fourteen, how was your day. Real nice, Coach asked me to come back and play football next year and wants me to attend summer practices. “Hey that’s wonderful, I missed not going to the games to see you play. I’m not sure what’s the matter with your Mom, she seems off her feed. She has been a little short tempered the last couple days.” Oh you know how women are, moody one minute and feeling great the next I said. “Ya, you’re probably right, but it’s not like your Mom, she is almost always in a good mood.” She will be OK I’m sure and said good night and went to bed.
The rest of the week and semester we fucked Ushe & Teri at least three times a week. We continued to fuck Madelyn every day accept when she had her period, on those days Pete and I fucked her in the Ass. That summer I started staying over at Pete’s every night. Mom was still very standoffish when ever we were alone. She was Seville enough when Dad was around. I was glad I was staying over at Pete’s because it made me sad to see the change in Mom although one morning before school I had to go to my house to get some underwear and when I walked by Moms bedroom the door was open and Mom came out of her bathroom without any clothes on. I just stood there looking at her wonderful body and her great tits jiggling as she walked. When she saw me standing there looking at her I thought she would scream at me but she didn’t. She did not try to cover up she just walked over and shut the door.
EPILOG
I played football the next two years and got a couple of scholarships. I chose a Midwestern college because I wanted to get away. I couldn’t stand what I had done to Mom. I tried on several occasions to apologize telling her how sorry I was. That it would
never happen again. I asked for her forgiveness but never got it.
I met a few women at college and fucked them but none were as good as Madelyn. One gal I must say could really suck a cock. I often had to pull her off me because she would suck me until I would get sore. I flew home every break I could so I could be with Pete’s Mom. Pete went to a Jr. College and got a job with a newspaper when he graduated. He met a women at the paper and married her. They have two kids both girls. When he got Married Madelyn made him stop fucking her. He wasn’t happy about it so she said he could fuck her only on her birthday as a present.
After graduation I played two years Pro Football and then got hurt. I got a job with a big sports broadcasting company and eventually became a football analyst, making $250,000 a year. I realized I really loved Madelyn and talked her into going to Vegas and marrying me. Her sister was the maid of honor and Pete was my best Man. I didn’t tell or invite my folks. We sold her house and I bought her a great house in the better part of a city about 20 miles from my folks. It has six bedrooms seven bathrooms a den and family room and a three car garage on six acre’s. Madelyn and I still fuck or I eat her pussy almost every day. We have four kids, three boys and a girl who is next to the oldest. I am forty three now and Madelyn just turned sixty. I love her now as much as I ever did. I’m so lucky. At sixty she still turns me on and she still loves to fuck. Can you ask for anything more.
Dad died five years ago of cancer. When I was at the wake after the funeral I asked Mom why she would never forgive me. “I was afraid to. Remember that morning I made pancakes just after you had intercourse with me the night before?” Sure, I almost grabbed your tits when your robe and Gown came open. I wanted to suck your nipples and fuck you again, I said. “I know and if you had I would have wanted you to make love to me again and again. There hasn’t been a day since then that I didn’t want you to come home and make love to me. I knew it was so wrong so I forced myself to do what I did. I always felt guilty and sorry for you father. Because of the way I felt about wanting you I was never able to be a good lover to him after that,” she said.
I was speechless. I just stood there for a long time. When all the guests were gone I led Mom to her bedroom and made love to her. I ate her pussy and sucked her titties that were no longer nice and firm as they once were. I fucked her for a long time causing her to cum a number of times. Her pussy was the same but the muscles were not as tight because of none use. She cried and cried after words. “Oh what a waste of my life, and your Dad’s. I think now if I had given in to my feelings maybe we all could have been happy. I think I was more than capable of making you both sexually happy. We fucked two more times before we fell asleep in each others arms.
On Sunday Morning I fucked her very slowly for over an hour and a half. I made her cum about every three minutes. Every time she came she would buck her Ass like she was being electrocuted. When I finally felt that urge come to my balls I forced her legs high over her head and was surprised how limber she still was. I began to ram my cock deep into my Mothers vagina cavity. I kept hitting her cervix and she started squealing like a Banshee. Oh Bobby, oh what a fool I was, Oh god you feel so good inside me. FUCK ME BABY, FUCK ME LIKE YOU HAVE NEVER FUCKED ANYONE BEFORE, FUCK THAT VAGINA YOU CAME OUT OF, OH GODDDD YESSSSS AHHHHHHG,” she screamed and threw her abdomen hard against me and came several times one after the other as I continued to pound my cock deep into that love hole I came out of. When I felt my self start to cum I grabbed her by her Ass and pulled her as tight as I could and came directly into her cervix. I fucked her again just before I left. I told her that yes it was a shame that we wasted all those years.
I made sure I stopped over at Mom’s house at least once a week and made love to her from that day forward. On her 60th birthday two years ago I asked her what she would like for her birthday. She said “You know I have never been fucked in the Ass. Your Dad never would. A friend of mine told me years ago that once I loosened up my sphincter muscle she thought I would like it. I have been curious to know what it might be like all these years. I have also wanted to suck your cock because your Father always said I was good at it and I would like to feel your sperm sliding down my throat.” Well Mom, douche out your Ass before I come and I will fulfill your fantasy.
I made sure I didn’t fuck Madelyn the night before andI told her I wanted to spend the week-end with Mom. She said, “I’m so glad you were able to make your peace with her, enjoy yourself. Just to be sure I picked up some Viagra at the drug store and took it with me. Even though Mom was no where near the women physically that she was I enjoyed the week-end. She sucked my cock twice and made me cum both times. Dad was right; she was very good at sucking a cock. I fucked her in the Ass three times. The first time was pretty difficult. It took a lot of lubricating and stretching of her sphincter muscle with my fingers. When I was finally able to penetrate her all the way it was wonderful and she thoroughly enjoyed it.
We had breakfast and then went back to bed and I fucked her again. We had lunch and then about two o’clock I took the Viagra and fucked her two more times before I left. She said, “Oh Bobby that was the nicest birthday gift a women could have. Even though It’s incest and I know it is wrong my only regret is that I didn’t do it the day you ate my pussy and I kicked you out of bed. After this week-end I can only imagine what it could have been like over all these past years.
For the next three years I continued to fuck my Mother at least once a week. She died last month of a heard attack. At the funeral I realized I had not known her true nature but, was so glad that she was able to forgive me for what I had done to her. I only hoped I had made it up to her. I do think she died happy.
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There were four sets of twins in our church so we formed a group.
Welcome!
This series is veeery loosely based off Monster Girl Encyclopedia.
This is the fourth of five stories about two brothers and their friend’s and their fun times together as young teens. This story is about Cian and his best friend Sam, Cian’s brother Niall and Ben, Niall’s best friend.This Story contains acts of homosexuality and incest of young teenage boys, so if you have any problems with these topics do not read on!!!!!
Thwe Fictional reminicences of Max, a WWII Pathfinder
Everything written is fiction, created by my dirty mind.
MELISSA GETS PUT OUT
Part 1
Afternoons were the worst, at least that’s what her friend Tanya said, and she should know. Tanya said that in the mornings, everyone was headed to work, or school, and no one had time to do anything to you really, even the garbage men and the postmen were usually on a schedule, and hadn’t bothered her. Of course what happened to Tanya the first time she was put out was unusual, no-one had expected there to be a whole crew of landscapers working across the street the first time Tanya has been put out in the family stocks, they had fucked her over and over all day long, so much so, that the neighbor complained to Tanya’s father that Tanya was keeping the crew from getting any work done. Tanya had missed a whole week of the eighth grade recovering from that day.
Melissa’s family had a stocks in their front yard, nearly every family did, but Melissa never thought she would be in them. She knew that some people used theirs for punishments, and would occasionally see people in them, when she was walking to school, or in the car, going shopping, usually the help, sometimes young kids fully clothed, some times older ones in their underwear or stripped naked. There usually was a sign listing their offense, and the limits of what you could do to them. She probably saw Mrs. McGinty out there the most, usually once or twice a week, she and her husband argued a lot, and he would put her out there whenever she “crossed the line.” He usually put a paddle and a couple of whips out there for people to use on her. Melissa had even paddled Mrs. McGinty herself once, because she was feeling mad because she had gotten a bad grade on a test, and had been fuming about it all afternoon. A dozen two handed whacks with the paddle across Mrs. McGinty’s bare ass and pussy had left Melissa breathing hard, and the yelps from Mrs. McGinty’s gagged mouth had been satisfying. Melissa hadn’t drawn blood, but the paddle was wet and shiny when she hung it back up. It had made her feel better, and she had skipped home the rest of the way. Mrs. McGinty hadn’t said anything about it, even two weeks later when the McGinty’s had held a garden party, Mrs. McGinty had complimented her on her dress, and had even given her extra whipped cream on her strawberry shortcake.
Melissa didn’t know if the stocks in her front yard had ever been used, they were heavy wood and iron, the wood polished smooth, the black iron fittings treated with something so they didn’t rush. They were right in the front yard, under the large spreading magnolia tree, in front of the living room’s picture windows. The ground under the tree, and around the heavy post of the stocks was covered with red cedar mulch, and it was always kept neat and tidy, just the way dad kept the rest of the yard. Melissa had always thought about them just as something that most everyone had in their yard, like the birdbath, or a lawn jockey. But now, she was going to be put in them… for two days.
Melissa hadn’t meant to miss her curfew, and she shouldn’t have gotten caught, but she had. Mom and Dad were usually out late on Wednesday nights, she’d never hear the car driving up until after midnight. She knew that she had to be home by 8 pm on weeknights, and even more importantly on Wednesdays because she needed to make sure that her little brother Travis got to bed on time. But she was having such a great evening with her boyfriend Marcus. He had just turned sixteen a couple of months ago, and his parents had gotten him a new car. Melissa didn’t know much about cars, but Marcus’ was red and shiny, and he had let her drive it. She was so nervous, because she had just gotten her learner’s permit a couple of weeks ago, and Dad had had only taken her driving twice, and both those times on back roads. But Marcus had let her drive around town, and when they parked behind the Walgreens to make out, she had been so happy, she sucked Marcus’ dick right there in the front seat of his car, where anyone could have seen them. At the same time he had his hand up her plaid skirt and down the front of her panties, playing with her pussy. His fingers were running in exciting circles around her shaved slit, before they started to dip inside her, just a little at first, and then deeper, only to run into resistance, her maidenhead. The car was cramped, and Melissa really couldn’t take Marcus’ dick too deeply into her mouth anyway without gagging. She moved his other hand to her breasts, her shirt was unbuttoned, and her heavy bra was half pushed up to her neck. Her breasts were already large for her age, she had just moved up to a C-cup, and if they got much bigger, she didn’t know how much longer she could keep running on the school’s track team, even tight sports bras had a hard time keeping them from bouncing all over the place. She focused back on Marcus’s cock, as he began to twist one of her nipples under her bra with one hand, and made wet circles around her tiny clit with the other. Oh gods, she thought, it’s never been this good! It must have been the excitement of getting to drive through town, she had been so nervous. She tried to take him deeper, and started to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock on the top of the stroke, She could smell him, taste him, the sweat from baseball practice, and she wanted to make him feel just as good as he was making her feel. She started to feel herself shiver, and knew she had to hurry, all the magazines and the internet said it was best when it happened together, she started to play with his balls, and even tried to work a finger toward his ass. Her friend Trisha said that her boyfriend had really liked that. She pushed down hard, opening her jaws till they felt like they would crack and tried to relax her throat, and then, her nose was buried in the wiry dark curls of Marcus’s pubic hair. Wow, I did it! Suddenly, just, as she was beginning to gag, just as she was about to go over the edge herself, she felt Marcus begin to twitch deep in her throat. His warm hands which had been driving her crazy were suddenly gone, and were holding onto her head like a vice.
“Take it,” he growled, “take it!”
He began to thrust deeper down her mouth and throat, pumping hard, she couldn’t breathe, her nose was crushed into him, and Melissa felt like she was about to throw up the ice cream they had shared just an hour ago. And then he started to come, and it was either choke or swallow, and she couldn’t throw up in Marcus’ new car, he would never see her again, so she began to swallow, her rising orgasm forgotten. He held her there, her need for oxygen forgotten in his need for pleasure, her arms pinned uncomfortably, for what seemed like forever, his cock twitching and spasming in her mouth and throat. She never tasted a drop of his spurting cum, he was down her throat so far. Only when he was spent, and had started to soften in her mouth, did Marcus seem to recognize Melissa’s struggles, he released her, and she pulled away quickly, gasping and coughing, her throat hot and raw, tears starting to run down her makeup.
“Oh, baby, you were so amazing, I love you. You’re the best, the absolute best.” All of Melissa’s panic, her sense of humiliation and betrayal melted away at those words.
He loved me!
Marcus pulled her close, and kisses away her tear.
“I just wish you would let me love you more,” he continued, “I want to share myself with you completely, I wish you could love me enough that we could be complete with each other.”
They had talked about this before, but Melissa had been adamant, she had to save herself for marriage, she wanted to be a good wife like her mother, and she had been taught that you had to be pure for your marriage, or no man would want to marry you. She never thought that she would have gone this far with a boy, she had sucked his dick before, and had let him play with her breasts, and finger her, and even once, she had let him put his mouth on her down there, which had felt amazing, it was the first time she had had an orgasm, and she secretly wanted him to do it again, but couldn’t bring herself to ask him, it just felt so dirty. Maybe, if she let him do the other thing… but that was supposed to hurt, and it was so filthy, and if anyone else found out, she would never hear the end of it. Maybe she would ask some of her friends if they had tried it.
“Maybe Sarah would love me more…”
Marcus’ words shattered her train of thought like it was made of glass.
“Sarah? What? No!” Everyone in school knew about Sarah, she had had at least four boyfriends, and had slept with several other boys, and had even had sex with two of the teachers at school, and it wasn’t even for punishment.
The drive back home had been silent, Marcus stewing, and Melissa just not knowing what to say. They didn’t kiss, but Marcus never really wanted to kiss her after she had sucked his dick, he said that was “gay”. She was so relieved to see that Travis was sound asleep, she tidied up the house, cleaning up where her twelve year old brother had made himself a sloppy PB&J for dinner, her head spinning with thoughts of Marcus and Sarah and sex, and purity, she just didn’t know what to do. When she finally got to bed, she laid there staring up at the glow in the dark stars that she had stuck to her ceiling when she was eleven. She finally stopped thinking about Marcus and Sarah, and started just thinking about Marcus, and how his hands had made her feel. As if on their own, one of her hands cupped her left breast, and the other snaked down between her legs, to her secret place, she felt the faintest bit of stubble there, and knew that she would have to shave herself again, like she had been doing ever since Marcus asked her to, she had read that boyfriends like their women to be smooth down there, she guessed they were right. Her fingers seemed to remember what Marcus had been doing, the circles and the rubbing back and forth, she could feel herself responding, her nipple tightening and growing hard under her twisting fingers, and she started probing her pussy, deeper, until, in a twinge of pain, she jammed her finger against her maidenhead again. She stopped, remembering that this wasn’t what good girls did, and took her wet fingers out of herself, she eventually got to sleep fitfully, with a pillow clutched between her knees and thighs.
Melissa awoke to her alarm, sprawled across her bed, she had kicked off all her covers in the night and was sprawled face down with one leg off the bed, her nightgown was twisted and bunched up nearly to her armpits. The edge of her bed where she had been rubbing her crotch was damp down to the mattress, and her panties were soaked, she quickly stripped naked, only taking a moment to look at herself in her full length mirror, Her blonde hair fell past her shoulders, and her creamy white C cup breasts and smooth shaved pubic area were highlighted by the dark tan she had over the rest of her body. Afternoons in the backyard by the pool kept her tan, and running track and cross country for school kept her lean, and her legs toned. She grabbed a towel, and her bathrobe, she had to beat Travis to the bathroom, or he would stink it up, or simply take forever just to spite her. She showered quickly, and then spent what seemed like forever shaving her legs and pussy, lathering everything up with shaving cream, and going over everything carefully to ensure a smooth feel everywhere. A couple of nicks on her ankle and one on the knee were all she had to worry about, and then she brushed her teeth. As she was brushing her teeth, the electric toothbrush whirring away, staring at her naked form in the mirror, she found her free hand wandering down to her pussy again, she couldn’t believe how worked up she was getting, she spat out the toothpaste, and left the water running in the sink. She found herself with one leg up on the toilet, rubbing herself with first one hand, and then the thick buzzing handle of her toothbrush. Oh God she thought, chewing on her lower lip, she just couldn’t press the handle into her clit hard enough, she started savaging it back and forth over her pussy with feverish need, her other hand twisting a rock hard nipple until she gasped in pain. The handle of her toothbrush was growing wetter, her juices started to mix with the remnants of toothpaste that she hadn’t rinsed off in her rush and need, and it started to sting, and burn, and…
BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG! “Missy hurry up, you’re taking forever!
Gaaaah! The little beast! Couldn’t he hold it for just another minute?
Melissa lost her stride, the need was still there, but the interruption was all that was needed to drive a spike of shame into what she was doing. She wrapped herself in her bathrobe, rinsed off her toothbrush, turbaned her hair up in a towel, and made a dash for her room, her pussy burning with minty freshness and and her cheeks with embarrassment, nearly bowling over her little brother, who was doing the pee-pee dance in the hall.
Melissa tried to rub the toothpaste out of her pussy with the towel she had wrapped her hair in, but it didn’t seem to help either situation there. As the stinging subsided she quickly dressed for school, white cotton panties, white cotton bra, white cotton button up blouse, plaid skirt, and matching tie, and shiny black shoes, the school uniform for St Mary’s.
Dad was already seated at the table, reading his morning paper, and Mom bustled about the kitchen, putting the final touches on breakfast, It looked like pancakes and bacon, blueberries, and cut strawberries for the pancakes, and orange juice for the kids, Coffee for the parents.
Yep, it must be Thursday.
Then Melissa noticed the envelope on her plate, just as Travis came stomping in, and plopped himself down at his place.
“What’s this?” asked Melissa, her finger sliding down the top of the envelope.
Her father rustled her paper, and said, “Oh, that. Just something you need to drop off at the front office of the school this morning. You can read it if you want, actually, I think you should.”
Melissa opened the envelope, and took out the letter, as she unfolded it, she saw her mother’s clear flowing hand, she began to read it when her father said in a low but commanding tone, “Out loud.”
Melissa swallowed. She knew that tone of voice, and it was not to be disobeyed.
“Dear Principal Gardener, please excuse Melissa from school this coming Friday. She violated her Curfew last night by two hours, and as such will be spending two days in the families front stocks, please alert all her teachers that they may give her any assignments and homework she would have received Friday that she will not find herself behind at school come Monday. Sincerely Mr, & Mrs. Walter Donnelly” Her father had initialed after her mother’s name, giving it the full weight of his authority.
“But, I…” she began.
“But, you did.” Her father interrupted in a matter-of-fact tone.. “And don’t glare at your brother like that, your mother was already writing this letter when he told us this morning that he had put himself to bed last night. Honestly, I had expected better of you. And you did this full well knowing the consequences of your actions. We discussed it when you started seeing your friends in the evenings, especially once they started to get cars of their own. A hard eight o’clock curfew on school nights, no exceptions. You yourself agreed to one full day in the stocks for each hour or part thereof you were late.”
“But, I never thought…”
“That I would be a man of my word, well I am, and I have done better for the family because of it. And I expect my daughter to be a lady of her word as well. So you will take this letter to your principal, and come home with all of your homework this afternoon, and prepare yourself for this. And come 6 AM tomorrow morning you will be in those stocks for 48 hours straight, and come Sunday morning, when you are my daughter again, I expect you to clean yourself up, put on your church dress, and come to church with the family, as I expect you will have some confessions to make.”
As her father spoke, a chill crept into her cramping stomach, her father meant it, it was going to happen, no appeals to Mom, no being sick in bed, nothing would stop it from happening.
School that day was awful. Principal Gardener took her note, and made a copy of it, he placed the original in her file, and instructed her to show the copy to all of her teachers. Half of them made her read it in front of the class. By the noon it seemed like everyone in school knew what was going on. The only person who would sit with her at lunch was Tanya, and she was actually kind of thankful for that.
Tanya had been put in her families stocks three times that she knew of, and the first time, she had gotten pregnant from one of the landscapers who has been fucking her all day, they didn’t know who the father was, but the kid had dark brown skin, and straight black hair, which was going to be strange on a kid with a last name of McGuire. It turned out that the second time Tanya was put out, it was when she was pregnant with the kid, her doctor had ordered her to have bedrest, but Tanya had snuck out with a friend to see a movie. Her Dad had rented a special punishment bed for the day, Tanya told her it was kind of like a gyno doctor’s examination table, but it strapped her down on her back, keeping her from moving, yet still gave anyone who wanted, access to,her, and he had taken it out of her allowance. The third time, wasn’t really that bad, she told Melissa, her boyfriend came by after school, and had fucked her most of the afternoon, which was kind of funny, because she had been put out because she had been caught fooling around in her room with him. Her dad had gotten angry after he got home late from work, and had made Tony leave, and he he had whipped her with the strap he used on the help, but she said it was still fun. She leaned forward to whisper in Melissa’s ear.
“I actually kinda got turned on when my dad was whipping me, maybe it was because I was so horny from my time with Tony, but the next night, I used my hairbrush handle to frig myself twice thinking about my Dad, and him whipping me.”
Melissa was shocked, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Thinking about her own father like that was just flat out wrong, but using being put out as a way to finally have sex with your boyfriend was interesting, but uggh she could never be so public and open about it like Tanya, she also quietly filed away the part about the hairbrush handle for later thinking, she had several hairbrushes, and suddenly, their shapes were new and interesting in her mind.
When school was over she found herself reluctant to leave, she sat in algebra as the rest of her class filed out after the last bell, she could feel their stares, hear their whispers and comments, it had been going on all day long. She had wanted this day to be over so much, but now each step home took her closet to her fate. She seemed locked into her desk, dreading, what she thought would be the end of her life.
“Worried about tomorrow dear?” The voice was right in front of her. Ms. Olivia, her algebra teacher was standing right in front of her, Melissa hadn’t even noticed her approach. She looked up, her round eyes glistening with tears. Melissa wanted to spill out all her fears, that Marcus would never have her back, never love her again, never marry her, that everyone would shun her, that she couldn’t live with the shame. She tried to speak, but couldn’t, her words tied themselves in knots and came out as a moaning sob.
“That’s okay Melissa, what you are feeling is normal, that this is the end of the world for you, that you’ll lose the respect of your friends and family, and so on. But remember, this isn’t happening to you, Melissa Donnelly, it’s happening to someone else. When you are put into this kind of punishment, as long as you are under a man’s authority, he has the power to declare you a Stranger for the duration of the punishment, and everything that happens, whatever people do to you, whatever you do, or feel, you remember that it’s not you, it’s a stranger doing and feeling these things. It’s happening to a stranger in the eyes of God, the Law, the public and your family.”
Melissa knew all this, had known all of this, but hearing it from someone else made her feel a little better.
“Plenty of young women have been put out for their transgressions, and have gone on to land fine husbands, others have found that they like being that ‘Stranger’, They find it liberating and exciting, and they contract themselves into periods of anonymous, absolute servitude, becoming what we call ‘The Help’,” continued Ms. Olivia, “Oh, I could tell you some stories about the girls in high school when I was your age!” She eyed Melissa sharply for a moment, “Some you might find extremely interesting, Melissa Donnelly.” The way Ms. Olivia said her name, with a peculiar emphasis, made her look up and study her teacher in a way she had never seen her before. She had always thought of Ms. Olivia as “older”, but she realized that she was still rather good looking, with a fit and trim body, maybe she spent a little too much time in the sun for her complexion, she wasn’t really tan, but covered in a fine spray of freckles, and her straight black hair was always pulled into a tight bun. Melissa realized that Ms. Olivia was of an age with her parents, and they had always chatted for what seemed like forever whenever there was any kind of parent/teacher get together. Melissa wondered just what she was talking about, what she knew about Mom and Dad.
Melissa knew that all of the kids who drew Ms. Olivia for punishment detail were happy to get her, she knew that some of the teachers could be wanton or cruel with the kids who drew them. Some opted out, and went into the private stocks in the schoolyard for the day instead, there to be groped, poked and berated by their fellow students during recess and between classes, but others played the luck of the draw, and the ones who got Ms. Olivia never complained, boys or girls.
Melissa hurried home, she knew better than to be late, she didn’t want there to be any reason to add anything to her punishment. About halfway home, she caught up with her brother, and fell in with him. They walked together in silence for a while, her strides shortening to match his.
Travis turned to her and said in a flat voice, “They were talking all over the school about you, they said that you are a big slut, and you deserve it, and some said that they were going to ask their parents for a ride over just so they can,” and here pitch of his voice changed, like he was repeating something he had heard, but didn’t quite understand, “knock the back out of that whore’s cunt until she screams.” He looked up at her, “No one wanted to play with me or sit with me, they just kept telling me what they were going to do to you. Everyone at school hates me because of you, so I think you deserve it, for making everyone hate me, and hogging the bathroom all day too!” He finished in a rush, his voice angry, then ran for home before Melissa could say anything to him.
Her mother was waiting for her when she got in, Travis was already at the kitchen table, a glass of milk, and the better part of two fresh baked chocolate chip cookies still on his plate, another one being crammed into his mouth.
“Did you get all your homework Dear? You may want to get an early start on it, I really don’t know how much you will feel like doing on Sunday. I’ll bring your snack to your room, and some other things you may need, I don’t know if you’ll be wanting any supper tonight, we’ll see.”
Mom came into her room a few minutes later, Melissa had changed out of her school clothes, and she was wearing her purple fleece track suit, staring forlornly at the schoolbooks piled on her desk, the list of reading and homework for tonight and tomorrow swam in her vision, always dancing out of her teary eye’s focus every time she tried to read it.
“Here you go Dear, your snack, and a few other things you may want for tonight and tomorrow.” She set down a large cup of milk, a small plate of cookies, and a tiny paper cup with some pills in it.
“What are these?” Melissa asked, eying the pills.
“Those two red ones are laxatives, and you’ll want to take them right away so they have time to work, you are going to be out there for two full days, and you really don’t want anything in your system, otherwise you’ll eventually make a mess of yourself, and neither you or your guests want that. The white one is a sleep aid, I expect you are pretty nervous, and aren’t like to get much sleep tonight without it, and you’ll appreciate having a good night’s sleep come tomorrow, I don’t expect you’ll be getting much rest, even when you don’t have any guests.”
There, mom had said it again, “guests” that was how she saw the people who would be there, in her front yard, fucking and beating and humiliating her fifteen year old virgin daughter. They were guests, and she, her Mom would be the best hostess she could. She’d probably bake them cookies, and have a cold pitcher of lemonade out.
“Mom, they aren’t guests, they are going to be here to rape me!” Melissa cried plaintively.
“Oh, no Dear,” her mother said, in a soft voice, kissing her daughter on the top of her head, “we’ll be having a Stranger out in our front yard to entertain anyone who should pass by.”
Her mother left the room as Melissa sat there in shocked silence, then poked her head back in, “Oh, and don’t forget to sort your dirty clothes, I’m doing laundry tomorrow.”
Melissa took the two red pills and ate her cookies, they tasted like ashes in her mouth, but she ate all four as she cried.
She skipped dinner that evening, she couldn’t have eaten if she wanted, she was splitting her time between trying to do her homework, and running to the bathroom every few minutes. She had never crapped so much in her life. She eventually gave up, and took her homework into the bathroom, only coming occasionally out to change schoolbooks, and to let Travis in a couple of times. But finally, she seemed about done on the toilet, and had finished nearly everything she could of her schoolwork, and she headed back to her room. Her father was there sitting on her bed.
“Ah, there’s my princess, back from her time on the throne, come here”
Melissa sat down on her bed next to her father, the tired old joke was a comfort in itself, he put his arm around her shoulder, and pulled her close to him, he was warm and comforting as he always was, always there for her, ready to support her, defend her, love her. She looked up at him, as he looked down at her.
“I know princess,” he said warmly, “I know you don’t want to go out there tomorrow, but we had an agreement, and learning to stick by your agreements, to accept responsibility for your mistakes is all part of growing up. I hope that Sunday morning, when you are my daughter again you’ll better understand what it means to be an adult, and better understand your place in the world. Every day, I see you coming closer and closer to becoming the woman you will be, becoming more and more beautiful, poised, and intelligent, and I can only hope to set you on the right path.” He squeezed her tight, and said “You should probably get to bed soon, you’ve got an early start tomorrow.”
Melissa got ready for bed, took the pill her mother had given her, and fell into a dreamless slumber.
Her alarm woke her with a start, it was 5 AM, an hour and a half earlier than she usually had it set for, she didn’t even remember having turned it on, much less changing the time, it must have been her Dad. She stumbled into the kitchen, Mom and Dad were already there, dressed, and chatting over coffee.
“Good morning, Dear,” chirped her mother, “have you been to the bathroom? You really should try, see if you have anything left to get rid of. Afterward, I’ll make you some eggs, you’ll be better with something in your stomach, although…” she trailed off for a moment, “ I suppose you’ll be okay, growing girls need all the protein they can get. Have a good hot shower, and don’t forget to wash your face, and it may be good to braid your hair, that way it won’t get all tangled and look unruly.”
In a half dazed stupor, Melissa shuffled back to the bathroom, to shower. Later she sat at the kitchen table, naked under her bathrobe, slippered feet kicking under the table, eating a large plate of scrambled eggs as her mother brushed out and braided her just washed hair. She was starting to twist in queasy anticipation as her mother finished her braid with practiced precision, when her father walked in.
“I suppose it’s about time, stand up young lady.”
Melissa got to her feet, mute, unable to meet his eyes.
“For the next forty-eight hours, or until I say otherwise,” her father pronounced, “You, Melissa Grace Donnelly are not my daughter, you are a Stranger who has transgressed against this family, fit only for public display, and punishment, which begins now. Now strip, a Stranger like you does not wear clothes in this house.”
Melissa hesitated for an instant, but the look in her father’s eye brooked no disobedience, she removed her bathrobe and stepped out of her slippers, she hadn’t been naked in front of her father in years, since she was able to bathe herself.
Her father began to bark out commands, and she found herself complying instantly to his authority.
“Raise your arms over your head.”
“Arch your back”
“Turn around 360 with your arms up”
“Reach down and touch your toes” as she bent down, her father began to circle her, he slowly made his way around until he was in front of her again.
“Squat down, then stand up again.”
Melissa did so easily, this was nothing compared to the warmups she did for track.
“As I see no physical defect or injury which would preclude a right and proper punishment we will go outside now, and place this Stranger in the stocks.” He placed a hand on her shoulder, and marched Melissa out the front door, and onto the dew speckled front yard. The wet, well manicured grass tickled her feet, and the cool morning air stiffened her nipples, and the way her father had curtly inspected her naked form, had made her start to understand what Tanya had said about her father. Melissa started to get aroused, the heat of her father’s hand on her shoulder seemed to fill her body, and she found herself blushing with mixed feelings of arousal and shame, and embarrassment.
The stocks were already open, the top half leaning against the supporting post.
“Place yourself, or you will be placed.”
Meekly Melissa stepped up to the stocks, facing the street, and began to lean in.
“The other way, you are a stranger, and no one passing by cares who you are, just what you have to offer”
Melissa stepped around the stocks, the cedar chips spongy under her feet. She bent over, leaning forward at the waist and placed her neck in the center cutout of the lower half of the stocks, her slender wrists in the smaller cutouts to either side. Her father moved around in front of her, and he lifted the heavy wooden top of the stocks and began to slot it into place.
Melissa was intensely aware of her father’s crotch, right in front of her face, she actually licked her lips, but that was probably because her mouth had gone dry. The top snapped down into place with finality, followed by a rattle and a click, as her father secured the stocks with a heavy lock. As he stepped away, she realized that she was looking right into the front windows of her house. The curtains were closed, and she could make out a distorted reflection of her father as he moved around behind her, where her ass and pussy were facing the street. She heard the distinctive squeaking and smelled the sharp scent of one of her mother’s oversized bingo markers, as her father wrote on something. He walked around in front of her and wordlessly showed her the sign, In his heavy bold hand, it read:
CURFIEW VIOLATION
NO CUTS
NO CLOSED FISTED BLOWS
He moved around her, and planted the spike of the sign in the grass, just outside the edge of the red cypress mulch, facing the street. And then, without another word, he went inside, stopping only to grab the morning paper.
The neighborhood was still quiet, the sun barely up, and it was still dark and cool under the spreading magnolia tree. Melissa’s swirling emotions couldn’t resolve themselves, fear, anger, arousal, betrayal, shame, excitement, and more warred within her, she couldn’t get out of her mind the warm feeling that her father’s hand on her shoulder had awakened in her as he marched her out of the house to be displayed, and made available for public use. And for some reason images of her brushes lined up on her vanity, kept coming to mind.
Suddenly, the front door opened again, and she knew that this had all been for show, that this was just to show that her parents had been serious, and they were going to let her back inside, she looked up for her Mom and Dad, but instead, Travis walked out. He was still in his nightclothes, and he rubbed his eyes against the early sun. He looked around, and walked up to his sister, eying her. Melissa realized that he probably hadn’t ever seen a naked girl before, he walked the long way around her, slowly, until he was in front of her, she had to crane her neck painfully just to look him in the eye, and she realized, that if there was a grown up in front of her, she wouldn’t even know who it was, unless he backed way up, or identified himself some other way.
“You are a Stranger now, and I can do anything I want to you.” he pronounced
“What, Travis? You know me, I’m your sister, you should go back inside, Mom and Dad will be worried.”
“I don’t have to listen to you,” Travis continued, “Mom said I could come out and see you, and you said you were a Stranger, and I could do whatever I liked to you, a Stranger that hogs the bathroom every morning. But I guess… I guess won’t need the bathroom much this morning.” And with that he pulled down the front of his pajama pants, exposing his penis. For a shocked moment, Melissa thought he meant for her to suck it like she did for Marcus, but he would have to stand on a stool or something he was too low for her to reach with his mouth. Melissa’s misconception was corrected a half second later, as a hot stream of her little brother’s morning piss shot out, catching her full in the face. Her jaw dropped in surprise, presenting Travis with a tempting target before she caught herself, snapping her mouth closed, but it was already too late, even a little piss in the mouth would seem like too much, and in that instant, she felt like she got a mouthful, she spat, retching, which only made him target her mouth again, finally she ducked her head, forcing him to spend the rest of his hot golden stream on the top of her head.
“You little shit, I’ll kill you for this” Melissa’s heated words surprised herself, and so did Travis’s slap across her face.
“Shut up, Stranger! You can’t talk to me like that.” Travis pulled up his pants, and began to walk around her again. He stopped close, on the other side of the stocks, and bent over looking at her hanging breasts, he reached out and touched one, first timidly, his fingers were cold, and so much smaller than Marcus’, he soon grew bolder, moving them side to side, squeezing them in tiny handfuls, he finally grabbed onto one of Melissa’s erect nipples and pulled hard, until it slipped out of his grasp. This got a squeak of pain out of his sister, and a small laugh escaped his lips, he did it two more times before he moved around to her backside.
Melissa was fuming, her own brother pissing on her and nearly tearing her tit off wasn’t how she wanted to start her day, her left breast ached where her brother had been pulling on it, and she was waiting for him to do it a fourth time when he felt his cold little hands begin to artlessly fondle her pussy.
He seemed to be giving it a thorough inspection, probing her folds, using both hands to hold her apart. The only person who had paid this much attention to her vagina and what it looked like, wasn’t even Marcus, but Dr. Florentine, the “Lady Doctor” her mother had taken her to a couple of times. Travis started to stick his fingers inside her, first one, then two. Melissa began to blush furiously at the invasion, and even more when she felt herself starting to get wet even from this, she felt two more little fingers join the first, then felt herself spread wide and he moved his hands apart, trying to see down inside her, Melissa knew that he would not be able to see very far because of her hymen, that’s what Dr, Florentine had called her maidenhead, but it was the widest she had ever been stretched, and it started to hurt, she swallowed a yelp, and bit her tongue, trying to deny her brother the satisfaction. Then the fingers slipped on one side, and her pussy snapped closed around his remaining fingers, he stuck those in as far as he could, butting up against her hymen, and eliciting a grunt. He didn’t touch her ass, Melissa guessed he knew enough about those already. Suddenly, his fingers were gone, and she saw Travis hurrying back inside. The front of his pajama bottoms were tented over an erection.
About twenty minutes later, the curtains opened, and Melissa saw her mother’s back headed into the lights of the kitchen. Melissa could see across the living room and into the kitchen, a straight shot to the sink, she could just see the back of Travis’s head as he sat at the kitchen table, dressed for school, eating his way through a bowl of oatmeal. She watched him eat, anything to take her mind off where she was. She could imagine the smell and taste of her mother’s cooking, but all she could really smell and taste was her brother’s piss. She spat repeatedly as she watched her brother with envious eyes, she knew all the parts played by her family that she couldn’t see, her father, eating and reading the paper, commenting on any interesting news story, her mother keeping everyone’s plates and glasses full, and like clockwork, at 7:10 her father would look up, and declare that it was time to get his nose to the grindstone, and head out. She heard the car door close in the garage, the garage door open, and Dad’s car drive off. The garage door humming closed again.
Five minutes later, she saw her mother hand off a perfectly packed lunch to Travis, kiss him on the cheek, and send him out the front door. She saw her mother headed back into the kitchen, then she heard Travis fumbling around behind her, the crinkle of a paper bag.
“Aww, carrot sticks! Mom knows I hate carrot sticks.” there was a pause, “Wait, Missy, you can take care of them for me, that way they won’t go to waste!” there was a malicious smile to his voice.
“No,” Melissa retorted, angrily, “I’m not going to eat your stinking carrots!”
“Oh, I didn’t say anything about you eating them!” He laughed, and she heard him setting down his school bag, the rustle of his lunch bag again, and finally a tiny zip of the Ziploc bag of the cut carrots that mom bought for their lunches was opened. Melissa had liked the carrots in her lunch they were about two inches long and about as big around as her finger, and mom always packed exactly twelve with a little bit of cold water so they would be fresh and crisp and never dry.
She knew it was coming even before she felt the first one, cold and wet, poke against her clenched sphincter, it felt huge even though she knew it wasn’t really that big.
“YOU LITTLE FUCK!, YOU SHIT! I’M GOING TO COUNT TO THREE, AND YOU BETTER STOP!” She began trying to twist and turn in her rage and panic, her limited range of motion hampered her, and she was worried that she would either break her neck or choke if she lost her feet. Travis suddenly wrapped himself around one of her naked legs, one arm around her thigh, and he kicked her other leg away, and Melissa found her self with her legs spread wide, suddenly afraid to move.
“Now, I’m going to count to three,” the little troll smirked, “Heck, I’m going to count to twelve!” and the cold carrot began to poke its way into her spread ass. “Can you count along with me?” he asked in a singsong voice from one of the kids programs he used to watch years ago.
“One!” It took some pushing but he got the carrot most of the way in, he didn’t want to push it in all the way with his finger, because he didn’t want to stick his finger in his sister’s ass, that would be nasty. He solved his problem by pushing the end of first carrot in with the second one, this one went in easier.
“Two!” for some reason, Travis’ penis was getting hard like it had this morning, he didn’t really understand why it did that some times, and it felt good and embarrassing at the same time, but he didn’t let that stay him from his task.
“Three!” Melissa could feel the cold progress of the invasion working its way slowly into her bowels.
“Four!” and again, under her anger and growing humiliation, she felt herself becoming worked up by her brother’s actions. She wondered if he had an erection again, and what it looked like.
“Five!” There was more resistance with this one, she felt a tiny movement inside her bowels as one carrot pushed past another rather than send the ones ahead any deeper, she started to feel an urge to go to the bathroom, like she needed to both piss and shit, even she knew she didn’t need to do either.
“Six! Halfway there!” her brother sang. This one also slid beside another, the mass of carrots in her was getting thicker.
“Lucky Number Seven!” and with this one he started to slide it in and out a little bit, teasing her, and it was doing more than he knew, she felt that her pussy had started to get wet.
“Eiiiiiight!’ Travis was starting to get creative even as it became harder to get the carrots in, he got this one halfway in, and began to twist it in circles, feeling the end rub against the carrots already there in his sister’s ass.
“Niiiiiinnnnne!” Melissa’s breath was coming in short gasps, she didn’t, couldn’t know what to do.
“Tennnnnnnn!” Melissa realized that she had made a long drawn out “nnnnnnnnn” sound with her brother. This feeling of fullness was nothing like she had ever experienced before, it wasn’t like needing to go to the bathroom, it was something different, if only the carrots weren’t so cold. She needed something that she couldn’t articulate.
“Eeeeee-leven!” She felt liquid trickle down her thigh, she could feel the irregular mass of the carrots pressing down against her pubic area, pressing into her, filling her, the fullness and pressure hurt, like a stomach cramp, but a knife’s edge of pleasure was cutting through it feeding on the pain and shame. Deep within, she knew that if she gave into it, the pain wouldn’t matter any more, it would be happening to someone else, the Stranger, not her, and she could be free, free to feel the pleasure.
“And twelve!” he exclaimed, jamming the last one in sharply, but not all the way, he didn’t have another one to push it in with. He sat there poking the last one in and out until he hit upon an idea, he turned the plastic baggie inside out and stuck his hand into it, and used his baggie covered finger to work the last carrot past her sphincter and into her bowels. “Wow, that’s warm…and tight.” Melissa could feel her brother’s questing finger hooking past her sphincter, she could feel the carrots near her anus shift as he poked them. “Whoa, I can feel them!” he worked another finger inside, his other hand was unconsciously clutching his twelve year old boner tightly.
The second finger, twisting, and pushing inside her was more than Melissa could handle, she started to shudder and spasm, her anus contracted tightly and rhythmically against her brother’s fingers as waves of pleasure and shame washed over her. Her fifteen year old body arched and began to twitch, and she got weak in the knees. She felt her brother’s fingers pull sharply from her ass, as an honest to goodness line of drool began to fall from her lips.
“What’s wrong with you?” her brother shouted in disgust. He grabbed his schoolbag and the rest of his lunch, and dashed off to school, but she could barely hear him over her shuddering orgasm.
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“Davey, we need to talk.”
Gabrielle was sitting in her “Serious Discussion” position. David was lying on his back and she was sitting on his pelvis facing him, her feet on either side of his body. Her golden orange hair cascaded to her shoulders. Her delicately beautiful pale face was highlighted by her big green eyes. Gabrielle was tall and fashion model slim.
At this time she was also naked. Her pink aureoles contrasted with her immaculate pale skin. Her firm, orange sized breasts pointed straight at David’s eyes.
Her long slender thighs were apart and her knees were drawn back a little towards her chest. As she was leaning back slightly, her shaven pussy was openly displayed and her outer labia were slightly parted. If David had been looking he would have seen the glistening pink rims of her inner labia.
However David wasn’t looking. His eyes were closed as he was savouring the intense pleasure sensations surging from his cock which was embedded deeply into Gabrielle’s ass.
“David!” Gabrielle’s voice and frown were stern. “Open your eyes and listen. This is important. And you, Lord Vlad, don’t you dare start moving.”
“Lord Vlad” was Gabrielle’s pet name for David’s cock. She enjoyed history and had read about the 15th century Romanian duke, Vlad the Impaler. This original Vlad had earned his nickname from his unattractive habit of killing his enemies by impaling them with a blunt stake through their rectums.
David hadn’t felt flattered by her choice but decided that he couldn’t really object. Gabrielle took great delight in being impaled by her Lord Vlad, very frequently, in her vagina and mouth as well as her rectum.
David could not conceive of anything more beautifully, wantonly erotic as he opened his eyes and looked at her. With a supreme effort of willpower he switched his mind from sex to conversation. He knew that if his cock as much as twitched, Gabrielle would bounce down hard and painfully on his balls.
“OK Gabby, shoot. What do you want to talk about?”
“What are we going to do with our money?”
His business was flourishing. Internet sales were growing, David’s car audio shop was now the place for boyracers to buy their gear. The up-market business was going well and he had branched out into profitable sidelines: fashion sunglasses and a limited range of domestic audio.
He had paid off the most expensive part of his debt and had been able to renegotiate the balance on far more favourable terms.
Gabrielle had earned more money than she had dreamed of. Her salary as marketing director for his firm and sales commissions had built a healthy bank balance.
He looked at her adoringly. He owed so much to her. Before she had a come to work at his firm on a college assignment he had been a depressed alcoholic with his marriage failing, his business failing and had been within a few months of bankruptcy. It was her ideas, her inspiration and most of all her absolute confidence in him which had changed his fortunes.
“Are you going to buy an apartment?”
“No way.” David was cautious after coming so close to bankruptcy. “Things are looking great but I’m not going to take on a commitment like that. And we both seem to like it here.”
She looked around the small bedroom. It was tidy, but certainly not luxurious. She had always been happy here with David and never wanted anything more. She knew she would be happy anywhere provided David was there. She owed as much to David as he did to her.
Gabrielle’s childhood had been blighted by her strict mother who did everything she could to undermine her self confidence and make her mistrust men. Her only two sexual experiences had been humiliating disasters and confirmed her mother’s advice. David had brought out her self confidence. And her sexual desire. For him.
She looked down at him. Since he had stopped drinking and started exercising, he had lost weight and looked 10 years younger than when she had first met him. He was 15 years older but she never thought about the age difference. Physically he was perfect and she loved everything about him.
“Well, I am going to hire another salesman. We’ve both been working 12/7.” We don’t seem to do anything except work and fuck,” said David.
“I’m not complaining.”
“There is something I thought I might buy for the business.”
“Oh, what is it?
“I’ll show you. . . . After. . . . ”
“After this?” She squeezed his erection with her bowel, then changed her position slightly to give him room to move and thrust.
David watched as she rode his cock and as her excitement grew. Her small breasts jiggled with her movements. Her head was thrown slightly back, her eyes closed, her lips were parted and she had an expression combining agony and ecstacy. His cock was in paradise, buried deep in her tight, smooth walled ass.
“Darling Davey,”she groaned, thrusting her backside down to take him deeper.
David used a finger to excite her clitoris which was becoming more engorged. Gabrielle’s movements became more frantic, small beads of perspiration appeared above her upper lip. David restrained his own desperate urge to come and concentrated on her.
Gabrielle’s pelvic rotations became even more frantic and her groans became shrieks as her orgasm consumed her vagina and bowel. She collapsed onto his chest, quivering, shuddering and exhausted.
When she recovered she moved to between his knees and knelt over his cock, looking at it closely.
“Hello Lord Vlad. Where have you been hiding?”
She sucked the knob and licked her lips.
“I can tell. You’ve been where the sun don’t shine.”
She reverentially licked all over his still rock-like cock and all over his testicles. She looked up at David and smiled, opened her mouth wide and took him, balls deep, into her throat. She now knew what drove him wild and for the next five minutes fully rewarded Lord Vlad for his efforts. Sometimes she tenderly licked, other times she pushed David’s knob down her throat.
She speeded her movements and sucked even harder. When he started to come she pulled back. A rope-like squirt of semen sprayed onto her face.
She lowered her head again and gently licked the receding cock.
“Bye bye Lord Vlad. You can come again soon.”
They drove to “Panther’s Panebeaters”. Mark Panther had been a friend of David’s for some years and they had referred business to each other. Panther, as he was known, had been dismayed by David’s business and personal decline.
He had visited David when Gabrielle had just started to work for him. They were sitting at their desks with their backs to each other. David had introduced her. The first thing Panther had noticed was her haunted look and how she couldn’t look him in the eye. Then he noticed her hair tied in an unflattering bun, no make-up and dowdy, shapeless clothing. He also noticed how she made no attempt to talk to him or David.
The same scenario the next time Panther visited. Perhaps she and David were a bit more polite to each other.
On the third visit Gabrielle’s appearance was unchanged, but now she and David laughed. David had lost weight and was wearing fashionable new clothes.
“Are you fucking her?” Panther had asked when Gabrielle had left the office.
“Hell no. It’s purely business. I’m far too old for her. And scarecrows aren’t my style.”
Perhaps Panther had a more educated eye for women. Her beautiful smile was radiant and obvious and Panther suspected something more.
“I think you may be surprised one day, David.”
When he next met them he hadn’t been surprised by the obvious relationship between her and David. But he hadn’t anticipated the extraordinarily beautiful young woman who had emerged. He also hadn’t anticipated her selling skills as she easily persuaded him to spend $1,500 more than he had intended for his new car sound system. In five minutes.
Panther took them to his workshop.
“Here it is,” he said. There was pride in his voice.
Gabrielle wondered what he was talking about All she could see was a delapidated old wreck of a car.
“’71 Chev Camaro. 350 V8. High-back Strato seats.”
Gabrielle could still only see a run down wreck.
“The engine goes a treat.”
He started it and even Gabrielle sensed something in the rumble of the eight cylinders.
“Here’s what it’ll look like when it’s finished.” Panther opened a magazine.
Gabrielle understood more. A muscle car. Masculinity on wheels. The styling might be dated, but there was a timeless strength and virility. She became interested and took the magazine from Panther to read some more.
Panther and David went into a discussion about dollars.
“Hit me with the bad news Panther.”
“This what it cost me to buy this.”
David whistled.
“Here’s the cost of the replacement parts which are needed.”
David inhaled sharply.
“Here’s the cost of the work I’ll have to outsource.”
David was starting to worry. “Now the hard part. What about the cost of your work?”
“I want to discuss a deal about that.”
Gabrielle came over, her eyes glowing.
“Davey, it’ll be beautiful when it’s finished. Treat yourself. And you know it’ll be good for business.”
He nodded. It would be like a magnet for every boyracer and their fathers for 100 kilometers. And he could get a tax break.
“What color do you think?”
“I’ll need you to be here when we mix the paints.”
“Why?” asked Gabrielle..
“So we can match this.” Panther discretely touched her golden-orange hair.
“What do you think Davey?”
“Couldn’t be better. Now Panther, how much is it going to cost for your work?”
“Well, it’s a big job . . . “
David gave an exaggerated sigh. He was used to Panther’s negotiating techniques.
“And good staff are expensive . . . “
David yawned.
“But I won’t charge you anything. On one condition.”
“You can’t do that Panther. There’s hundreds of hours work here,” David protested.
“What’s the condition?” asked Gabrielle thinking faster than David.
Panther looked sheepish. “It involves you Gabrielle.”
“What?” asked David, not liking the sound of this. He knew Panther was fascinated by Gabrielle.
“When the car is finished, I want a photographer to take shots of it, with you Gabrielle, for my business calendar.
“Panther! I don’t do nude poses for anyone.” Gabrielle was shocked. “Well, except for my darling Davey of course,” she quickly added.
“Gabrielle, you can wear exacly what you want to and you can pose how you want to. No conditions.”
“Wear what I want and pose how I want?” Gabrielle gave Panther one her stern frowns.
“That’s the deal.”
“Done.” She shook his hand and gave Panther one of her radiant smiles.
She looked at her watch. “Come on Davey, we’ve got to go. I promised Lord Vlad I’d meet him tonight.”
“Who is this Lord Vlad?” Panther asked out of her hearing. He hadn’t thought that David was the sort who socialised with aristocrats.
“Read your Romanian history,” David replied.
Panther did a Google search. It took him five minutes to work it out.
“Fuck. You lucky bastard,” he sighed.
By unspoken agreement they had what Gabrielle called a “Sexless Fuck” that night. She lay on her side, her legs and arms wrapped tightly around David with Lord Vlad so deep inside her, he pushed against her cervix.
They talked a lot, giggled a lot, laughed a lot, passionately kissed a lot, whispered a lot of tender endearments in the other’s ear, but didn’t orgasm. The went to sleep in each other’s bear hug, still joined by David’s cock.
A new salesman was hired and soon proved to be a money maker. Now, with free time, they went to Panther’s in the evenings to work on the Camaro. It was a labor of love for both Panther and David and soon Gabrielle was caught up in the mood. She insisted that Panther start the engine so she could hear the V8 symphony.
Panther’s expert car painter scupulously matched Gabrielle’s hair and when the Camaro emerged from the paint shop, a gleaming bronze-gold metallic, they all knew it was an inspired choice. David made three changes from a copybook restoration. The Strato seats were uphostered in black leather, they were adjusted so they could recline flat and he asked asked Panther to increase the amount of travel for the seats to slide back.
He ordered the absolute top of the range audio from Germany and when it was on full volume Gabrielle thought she saw the Camaro shuddering from the beat. She spent a lot of time planning the photo shoot.
After two months the Camaro was finished. Gabrielle and David held hands as Panther started it, then all three went for a slow drive, listening to the engine for some time, being blasted by the sound system other times.
The photographer arrived and started to instruct Gabrielle on how she should pose. She gave one of her withering frowns.
“I’m in charge here.”
The first shot was taken through the driver’s window. She was wearing a dark green evening dress with a slit which showing more than a flash of inner thigh. Her hand was gently wrapped around the gear lever, her lips were slightly parted and there was a far away look in her eyes.
She dressed in mechanic’s overalls which were a size too small and bent under the bonnet looking at the engine with her backside pointing high.
She dressed in a knee length skirt and sat on the bonnet. She drew back her knees and put them together so she could rest her arms on them and then her chin on her arms. Her feet were slightly apart. Some inner thigh and and a hint of green satin panties as she smiled innocently at the camera.
She posed as a traffic policewoman leaning against the Camaro writing a ticket. The policewoman hadn’t done up her uniform completely and Panther could see a the pale rounded start of her breasts. The policewoman also had a large truncheon in her belt and had wrapped her hand around the thick end.
She put on a short mini-skirt and a tight singlet without a bra. She reclined the passenger seat flat and stretched out. Her long legs were displayed, the shape her nipples could be seen through the singlet. Her eyes were closed but David recognised the satisfied smile as the one she had after an orgasm
Panther was struck dumb. He had never seen such a display of sexuality and yet she was dressed and in some ways so innocent. Her subtle hints and knowing expressions were more sexy than any porno movie he owned. He looked at David who was watching with a proud smile.
“I think you’ve got the deal of the century Panther.”
“I think I have.”
Gabrielle returned after changing again. She had wrapped a big towel tightly around her.
“This is your Miss December, Panther. Christmas has come early for you.”
She insisted the men leave the workshop while she moved into her pose. They returned when she called.
She was lying naked on the reclined seat. She was lying on her side, seemingly asleep. An arm concealed her nipples but revealed most of her left breast. Her upper leg was in a position where her pussy was just, only just, hidden. Her ivory skin seemed almost luminous in the dark against the black leather. Her golden hair was splayed across the seat.
“It certainly is Christmas,” breathed Panther. He looked at David. “That Lord Vlad must think all his Christmases have come at once. And all his birthdays.”
“Sure is lucky, that Lord Vlad.”
It was dark when they took the coast road home. They didn’t say anything, just relished the growling masculinity of the Camaro and the music. They stopped at a clifftop. David took off Gabrielle’s clothes, reclined her seat flat, put the music up loud and they christened the Camaro and the Strato seat
He pushed her seat all the way back and knelt between her legs, She knew what was going to happen and put her thighs on his shoulders. David lowered his head to his paradise.
He loved the satin smoothness of her thighs against his ears. He loved the shape of her genitals. Her shaven and prominent Venus mound, her puffy outer labia, the thin inner labia which glistened with her juices. Her clitoral hood which he gently pushed back to reveal her engorging bud.
He loved the taste of her sexual excitement and the aromatic odours. He knew and loved her reactions. But what he loved most of all that it was his wonderful and beautiful Gabby who was eagerly offering her intimate feminity to him.
Just as Gabrielle knew how to drive him wild, he knew her body and how to excite her. At first he was slow, he licked and blew, he probed her vagina with his tongue. He sucked her clitoris and felt her excitement mounting, then pushed her legs higher and apart to lick her anus. Gabrielle squealed with pleasure. His tongue returned to her clitoris, his teeth gently nibbled and Gabrielle’s body quivered into orgasm.
She orgasmed many times over the next hour. David used his fingers as well as his lips and tongue and teeth. He pleasured her G spot and probed her anus.
Finally he moved up and guided his cock into her sodden, pulsating vagina. He thrust in hard so their pubic bones ground together. She tightened her vaginal muscles around him, felt him thrust deep again and heard him groan as his semen sprayed her cervix.
“Do you think anyone can see in though this tinted glass?” she asked.
“I don’t think so.”
So as David drove home, Gabrielle kept her seat fully reclined and lay back on it. She only wore sunglasses. David glanced at her tall, pale body which contrasted with the black leather. Her golden hair was splayed across the seat. One knee was resting against the door, the other against the gear lever. Gabrielle knew how he loved it when she flaunted herslf
“I’ve died and gone to heaven,” said David stroking her thigh.
“I like this car,” said Gabrielle.
David was right about the Camaro being a boyracer magnet. They came from miles. It was kept behind a chain fence in their carpark on public display. Gabrielle seemed to have an instinctive knack of being able to tell who had any money.
When she saw a likely target admiring the car, her routine was always the same. She wandered down and talked in a friendly way.
“It’s a Camaro. ’71. 350 V8.”
“Would you like to see inside?”
She let them sit in the driving seat as she sat in the passenger seat. She asked them what music they liked and put it on.
Then she fully reclined her seat, lay back, closed her eyes and idly writhed to the music.
When the track was finished, “Would your girlfriend like that?”
Sale.
Panther’s calendar caused a sensation. He sent free copies to his suppliers and best customers. All pleaded for more. He had another print run and these soon went. When he visited his suppliers he found that most thought Christmas had come early.
An art critic wrote a flattering review in the local paper and the calendars became collectors’ items. Panther started charging $200 a copy which he split with Gabrielle.
However the biggest benefit for Panther was the publicity. Business poured in. David and Gabrielle were pleased for him.
Modelling agencies made offers to Gabrielle and there was interest from a film studio. But there was no responding interest from Gabrielle.
David kept his old Toyota. The Camaro was only used for promotional work and for what Gabrielle described as “Fucking work.”
That was when they went to a restaurant, for a drive in the country or along the coast, driving to the ski fields. Occassions when the Strato seats could show their versatility.
SIX MONTHS LATER
“Davey, we need to talk.”
Gabrielle was again sitting in her “Serious Discussion” position. David cursed inwardly, there was nothing more that he wanted to do than start thrusting his cock in the ass where it was embedded. But then he realized that life wan’t really too tough. There was Gabrielle, fully and wantonly displaying her feminity only a few inches from him. And it was a stone cold certainty that Lord Vlad would have his way sooner rather than later.
“What are we going to do with our money now?”
It was a good question. His business was becoming a cash cow. His debts were being wiped off quickly.
“The world’s our oyster. We could buy an apartment. We could buy a boat. Joe wants us to buy his car audio business. I’m sure we could turn it into a success like this.”
“That sounds good. Why don’t we?”
“Gabby, I’ve been doing this for almost 20 years. In many ways I really enjoy what we do, but I’m getting bored. We’ve got enough money. If it worked you’d be sitting on my cock asking the same question in a year or so.
“And you,” he stroked her breast. “You are so capable of doing so much more. You could build a successful career. Why don’t you join a top marketing company?”
Gabrielle bounced on his testicles very painfully.
“Don’t you dare suggest I spend any time away from you,“ she hissed.
“Most couples do.”
“We’re not most couples.” Her eyes were indignant.
David smiled and stroked her face.
“A lot has happened to us in a year. Then I was a depressed alcoholic. And you were . . . . ,“ he didn’t know how to say it.
“And I was a nutcase until you saved me darling Davey.”
“A stark raving nutcase. 10 light bulbs short of a chandelier.”
She poked out her tongue.
“We were so lucky finding each other. But there are a lot of depressed alcoholics and stark raving nutcases out there.”
Gabrielle nodded.
“I think I’d like to see if I could help. Study psychology. Become a shrink.”
“You’d be so good Davey. You’re such a good listener. You’re so considerate with people.”
“You could run the business. I’d work part time while I studied. You would be my boss.”
“Just like now?” she asked.
“Think about Davey. It seems like a good idea to me.”
After a minute of them looking to each other’s face anfd thinking how much they loved each other, Gabrielle lifted herself off his cock. David was disappointed.
She pulled him up then knelt in front of him.
Gabrielle licked his cock and spat on it. Then she circled her right hand around it and massaged and rubbed. She looked up and saw the ecstacy on his face. She was now an expert. She pumped her hand and when he came, she put his cock in her mouth and drank every drop of his semen.
The next day they had a meeting with Mal, their sales manager. Mal had worked for David for 10 years and had stuck with him during the tough times. Now, in the good times, he ran a focused and successful team.
After Mal left Gabrielle said, “Mal would be very good at running this business.”
“Well he certainly has the sales skills and management skills. His marketing skills could be sharper. And his inventory management and financial skills could do with some sharpening as well.”
“I could sharpen his marketing skills. You could sharpen his inventory and financial skills.”
David nodded. “What are you trying to say Gabby?”
“I want to become a shrink with you.”
As David thought, Gabrielle held out her arms.
“Come here Davey.”
“Why?”
“I want to sharpen your fucking skills.”
They studied as a team. Their lives were busy. They spent some time training Mal. Gabrielle told David if he ever spoke about “sharpening skills” again she wouldn’t let him fuck her more than seven times a week.
They spent a day each week selling in the shop. Partly because it was in their blood. Partly because they made good money.
And for Gabrielle, because she usually sold more, it gave her the opportunity to frown and say, “Your sales skills could be sharper.”
As part of their psychology training they worked two nights a week in a drug rehab center, starting off cleaning the floors and urinals.
Every weekend, sunshine or rain, they packed a tent and camping gear and set off in the Camaro. As soon as they were outside city limits Gabrielle took off her clothes, put on her sunglasses, turned the music up loud and reclined in her Strato seat..
THREE YEARS LATER
“Davey, we need to talk.”
Again Gabrielle was in her “Serious Discussion” position.
“It says in Wikipedia that Russia has about the highest rate of male alcoholism and depression.”
“If Wikipedia says that, it must be true. What does it say about female nut cases?”
“I couldn’t find details of that. But if there are so many male alcoholic depressives, it stands to reason there must be a lot of female nut cases.”
“I think Russian sounds the most beautiful of any language,” said David
“I think so too. It’s very sexy. It snows a lot up there. You could kill a bear and make me a bear skin coat and hat.”
“I’ll buy you a fur coat.”
So, in addition to all their other work they studied Russian.
THREE MORE YEARS LATER
“Davey. We need to talk.”
From her “Discussion Position” Gabrielle handed David a printout of a job advertisement she had found on the internet.
It was from from Gazprom, the Russian oil and gas monopoly looking for two resident psychologists for Syktyvkar, a small isolated city near the Artic Circle.
During the intervening years they had qualified as psychologists and worked for two years in the rehab center. They poured in their energy and dedication and occasionally successfully rehabilitated some of their patients.
“What do you think?”
David slid Lord Vlad between her labia and deep into her vagina. He stopped moving for a moment, relishing the feeling. It still felt as exciting as the very first time. He opened his eyes and saw her green eyes glowing with excitement.
“It just keeps on getting better, doesn’t it darling Davey,” she whispered as she wriggled her hips. They had one of their long, languid, passionate and love filled fucks.
“I take it that means ‘Yes’” she said afterwards.
They arrived at Syktyvkar in the early spring. They found it easy to understand why there were so many alcoholic depressives living there. The landscape was flat and consisted of fir tree forests and snow. Syktyvkar’s most obvious features were an enormous Gaxprom gasfield, a Gazprom office building, row after row of featureless low rise apartment buildings and vodka shops.
It took some time before they were accepted. The Gazprom executives thought they had to be mad, voluntarily coming to Syktyvkar and the locals had an understandable suspicion of foreigners. But David and Gabrielle had great listening skills, loved listening to Russian and enjoyed the wry Russian sense of humor.
David made no secret of how alcohol had almost killed him and the depressed Russians realized they had found a kindred spirit.
Gabrielle made no secret of her troubled past.
“I was ten light bulbs short of a chandelier, Svetlana,” she explained to her client and the Russian women realized they had found a kindred spirit.
David and Gabrielle worked out that the long winter nights could be depressing.
“Gabby, these Russian men need something else to do during the hours of darkness,” said David. “They seem to spend all that time getting drunk.”
“We always have plenty of things to do in the dark,” said Gabrielle.
So they started to give sex advice.
“You mean I should lick her down there?” asked Ivan incredulously.
“Well, you’ll probably find you like it. And if you do it properly, you’ll find that Svetlana will do this to you.”
Ivan leaned forward intently as David gave detailed advice with the help of life-sized blowup rubber dolls.
“You mean I should let him put it in there?” asked Svetlana incredulously.
“Well, you’ll probably find you like it. And if you do it properly, you’ll find that Ivan will do this to you.”
Svetlana leaned forward intently as Gabrielle gave detailed advice with the help of the same rubber dolls.
They built up a loyal, but small, following. Ivan and Svetlana became their strongest advocates. They also wanted to lose weight so David got Gazprom to provide a gym. He had to bribe the executives by letting them drive the Camaro which they had shipped over.
Winter came came with its icy blizzards and – 40 temperaures. The Gazprom executives offered to take David on a bear hunt so that Gabrielle could have a bearskin coat and hat. David bought her a fur coat and hat from Svetlana’s shop.
There were only two of them and there was only so much they could achieve. But a good number of the men of Syktyvkar managed to kick booze and depression and a good number of Syktyvkar women became sexually liberated. The Russians are a handsome race and the alcohol free men were proud of their rejuvenated appearance. And even more proud of the appearance of their beautiful and now non-neurotic partners.
It was a rewarding time for Gabrielle and David. They developed a circle of true friends, they discovered Russian history and culture. For three months during the brief Arctic Circle summer, when the roads were clear of snow, they drove the Camaro slowly over the potholed roads. They named their children Svetlana and Ivan.
THREE MORE YEARS LATER
“Davey, we need to talk.”
Gabrielle was in her “Serious Discussion” position.
“These long winters and the bleak landscape are starting to get me down.”
“Me too,” nodded David.
“Wikipedia says there are a lot of depressed alcoholic men in Romania.”
“Then it certainly must be true. I’ve always liked Romanian food and music.”
“I’m sure Lord Vlad will be happy in the land of his ancestors.”
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A simple Friday night swim for my employees got out of hand.
This is a beastly story…. if you hate this type of story i suggest you stop now.
It was the last day of term before the school summer holidays. Dean James and Matthew sat anxiously at their desks in the classroom. They were waiting for the bell to go to sound freedom for the next 7 weeks. Silence fell like a blanket over the classroom. The second hand on the clock moved steadily and reached its destination. Bang on 3pm the bell rang and shattered the silence.
Every student in the school piled out of their classrooms and funneled through the school gates. Dean James and Matthew started on their walk to the bus stop. James suggested they should do something this weekend. Matthew jumped in and suggested to go swimming.
James said “no I mean something for the whole weekend.
“I know how about lets go camping down at cliff point.” Dean mentioned.
Cliff point used to be a popular campsite however, due to lude acts it was closed and had a rusty security fence surrounding the area including the woodland.
“But it’s all locked up how can we get in” James motioned.
“There is a gap in the fencing. Are you guys up for it?” James asked. Dean was well up for it but Matthew wasn’t too sure.
When they got to their homes they all spoke to their parents. Dean and James’s parents were both fine with it but Matthew’s parents were concerned about the weather as it was meant to rain, and with their moddy coddling over their precious son they decided against it.
Later that evening, the boys went onto their communal chat room, Matthew said he couldn’t go and too save embarrassment told a lie and said his parents were going to take him and their family out to the beach for a picnic and sheepishly left the chat room.
Dean and James carried on discussing their plans, arranging who was going to take what. Dean was going to take his 3 man dome tent. James would bring the snacks and sneak a bottle of vodka out the house, to go with the vodka they also planned to get some soda on the way their to mix their drink. James parents had offered to take dean as well. So both boys now hand transport.
The next day James’s parents arrived to take dean. Dean said bye to his mam and dad and carried his rucksack with ease to the car and put it in the boot of the vehicle. After a short distance James’s mam got out and went into a nearby shop and bough 2 2litre bottles of cola and asked James and dean if it was enough and both boys’s silently nodded.
When they reached the site the boys got their gear out of the car. James’s mam said ok boys have fun. If you need anything just call us ok. Ok mam said James and the car drove off. The boys put their rucksacks on and James led the way to the opening. The campsite was surrounded by woodlands and has a river running alongside of it. As they got through the first lot of fencing they started fighting their way through the trees. The sweat started to drip from every pore of their bodies, the heat was intense but it looked like storm clouds in the sky.
As they reached the opening they noticed it was more than big enough, first they chucked through their bags and then crawled through themselves and dean crawled through the gap. James stood back and watched as dean bent forward, he was getting aroused at the sight of his friend’s ass and imagining what he could do with it. He could fell his cock starting to swell as the blood rushed too it. He had to stop thinking about it, otherwise dean would notice.
Once through they walked around trying to find the best spot. There was one spot shaded with tree’s which would provide cover from the oncoming weather, and they decided to pitch the tent there.
Once the ten was up both boys’ started to unpack their stuff they laid both their sleeping bags side by side. Dean unpacked some sandwiches which his mother had prepared for then and James unpacked a multi pack of crisps, some cookies and sweets, finally was a bottle of vodka. James said don’t worry my parents won’t miss it and then pulled out two plastic beakers.
Dean pulled out a Polaroid camera and said we should take some pictures and show Matthew what he’s missing and took a picture of the vodka. “How many pictures do you have left” 18 dean said. “We should go out and take some pictures of the campsite for memories as well.” James suggested. No sooner had they reached the river it started to rain. Both boys ran as fast as they could back to the tent. When they got back to the tent it dawned on them how wet they actually were.
James started to get undressed and dean turned his back and started to take his shirt off and jeans. As he sat there in his boxer shorts. James asked “what’s wrong” dean replied “I have no spare clothes” then panic hit James as he realized he didn’t have a change either, then decided it would be best to get into their sleeping bags.
“How about a drink?” suggested James? Dean Greadily said yes and they both commenced on the vodka. James knew that dean was straight but he wanted him so badly he was willing to do anything. So as James set himself to pour the drinks he made sure to give dean at least 3 times more vodka than himself.
As the afternoon turned into night the rain was still hammering down and shortly after dean passed out with the alcohol. James seized his opportunity as dean laid encased in his sleeping bag snoring. James slowly and carefully undid the zip on the sleeping bag knowing not too wake fan. But with the way how dean was snoring he’s probably sleep through an earthquake.
James opened the sleeping bag and drew his attention to the flaccid bulging dean’s boxers. Temptation and curiosity got the better of James as he lifted up the waistband just enough so he could sneak a peak, and there it was. The cock of his friend the person who was going to be in a tent with him all night. James took it to the next step he looked at deans thick but not that long only approx 3inches if that cock. James thought well here goes he pulled dean’s boxer’s a couple of inches below his testicles. There was very little pubic hair. Either dean been trimming it or had just reached puberty. Dean’s sleeping meat was too good of an opportunity to miss.
James lent across and took deans soft fleshy piece into his mouth. It was the first time James had ever given a blowjob, and he only knew what he saw from his parent’s porn collection. James wrapped his thumb and fingers round the base and took every inch of dean’s cock in his mouth and lightly sucked, whilst cupping dean’s testicles with his remaining three fingers. James hoped dean would wake and would want more however on the other hand he didn’t want dean to wake, in fear that dean would stop him.
Suddenly something strange happened deans cock started to grow inside of James’s mouth. James moved further up from the base of dean’s shaft as he couldn’t take it all in his mouth. James’s was astounded by the size. It was at least 7inches long. James though I have to get a picture of this and took a Polaroid photo. The light of the flash was enough to wake dean. Dean rubbed his eyes and looked at his enraging hard-on and looked at James with the camera in his hand.
“What are you doing” murmured a drunken dean.
“I’m giving you a blowjob. Now lie back and close your eyes” James said
“Why you doing that?” dean responded.
“I want you, I need you and I’ll do anything to have you”
Dean threw his head back and told James to carry on with a smile on his face. Dean moaned in pleasure he knew it was wrong but was enjoying every moment of it. After some several minutes of constant sucking, dean felt a strange feeling. It was a good feeling and he sharply realized what it was. He was Cumming, he tried to speak but the pleasure was too intense and took his breath away. Before he knew it he shot his load into James’s mouth. He grabbed hold of James’s head and forced him to swallow his cum. James started to choke after swallowing and sat back up.
“Enjoy that?” James asked.
“Yes” dean said with a reluctant smile on his face.
“Is there anything else you want from me?” dean asked.
James blushed and said “there is one thing I want, I want to be fucked by you” confused and slightly naive dean asked “how”
“I want you to fuck me up the arse”
Dean astonished with how honest James was he asked “what with, I can’t get it up for a while at least.” James got undressed completely; his cock looked hard but was not as big as deans, which put a smug grin on dean’s face as he looked at it. James got onto his knees and lent forward onto his elbows resting his head onto his forearms.
Dean positioned himself directly behind James and spat onto James’s asshole he then squeezed three of his youthful fingers up James’s arse. The pain of the stretching was burning, James’s sphincter. James’s pushed himself passed the pain and was starting to enjoy it. Dean looked down and noticed his cock had got hard again. He took his fingers out of James’s now gaping asshole and got James to lower his hips. Dean positioned himself carefully and slowly eased his thick heavy pulsating cock into James’s virgin ass.
His arse was that tight it felt at first it was pulling back the foreskin all the way down dean’s cock. As dean started to thrust James reached for his own cock and started wanking himself off. As he drew near his arse clenched making it tight for dean. Dean carried on and “said I’m close” he heard James say “cum, please cum” with that dean shot his cum again for the second time. As he was about to take his cock out he could feel James wanking. Dean pulled his cock out of James ass hole and wrapped his mouth round James’s cock. As soon as James felt deans mouth around his cock, the hot tongue on his shaft he came into dean’s mouth. Dean tried to swallow but began retching and dived for the door of the tent. He opened the tent door and tried his best to get the cum out.
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When the cats return, all the mice get to play
Another story I found years ago. Again, not one of mine.
Megan had been there only four days and already she was
home-sick.
It hadn’t been her idea to go to a boarding school in
Europe, but with her diplomat father sent to the Middle
East and her mother dead there was little real alternative.
Still, things here were so different than at home. The
girls seemed far more mature, more sophisticated. Not only
that but, in this all girl school, there seemed to be a
strange acceptance of lesbianism. Megan had seen a number
of girls holding hands, hugging kissing in the corners of
the library, and had heard some very ob-scene discussions
in the showers.
The showers.
She had put off taking a shower for the first two days, but
had finally reconciled herself to it. She’d never taken a
shower with other girls before, not being the athletic
type, and had found the first occasion mortifying.
The second time had been unnerving, but slightly less
embar-rassing. After all, the other girls seemed to take it
for granted, and nobody seemed to be really staring at her
naked body as she quickly washed.
Anyway, she told herself, she had nothing to be ashamed of.
She had an excellent body, slender, with good hips and a
round behind, no scars, nice legs, and breasts that, while
not huge, were pretty good sized and nicely shaped.
She had a strong, squarish, determined face, one that
denoted intelligence, and had thick, chestnut brown hair
that hung down around her shoulders.
No, her body was all right, though she still felt very
strange having other people seeing it. She also felt
strange seeing all those naked people. Girls in all shapes
and sizes, though mostly they were slender like herself,
this being an expensive school and the daughters of the
rich not wanting to be fat.
A couple of the girls had very large breasts, like Yvonne,
the Swiss girl, and Claudette, from Egypt. Some had very
small breasts, and she thought she should be thankful she
didn’t have to be embarrassed about that at least.
There were tall girls and short girl, black, white, brown
and yellow girls, but mostly there were naked girls, with
breasts bouncing, soapy buttocks jiggling and pussies
winking. She was rather amazed at the display of flesh.
In fact, after she got over her initial embarrassment, she
found it to be something of a turn-on, being naked around
all those other people, her body wet and soapy, her hands
rubbing across her breasts and between her legs.
She was always careful not to stare at any of the others,
not wanting anyone to think she was queer, even if it was
accepted here. She was heterosexual and had no real
interest in females as such, it was just all that nude
flesh and her own naked state that aroused her a little.
Anyway, she was getting used to it, she thought, and would
soon be as blas‚ about it as the other girls seemed to be.
And then, that afternoon as she was looking in the back of
the library for a book to complete some research, she had
been approached by Yvonne, the tall, big busted Swiss girl.
At first, perhaps because her French wasn’t great, that the
girl wanted to borrow money.
Then the older, taller girl had pressed her back against
the bookshelf and kissed her. Megan’s eyes had shot up and
then the other girl’s right hand slid under her skirt and
squeezed her pussy while her left groped her breast through
her thin blouse.
She had torn herself free, gasping for breath and shocked
by the suddenness of the other girl’s attack. She’d run
away, leaving Yvonne sniggering.
And so she’d skipped her shower again, knowing Yvonne would
be there and being too humiliated to have the other girl
see her naked. She thought about going to the Headmistress,
or one of the teachers, but that would probably cause more
trouble than it would solve.
She had trouble getting to sleep that night, and was
wakened suddenly in the middle of the night by a sound in
her room. She sat up just in time to see her door closing,
and felt a wetness against her face and head.
She turned on the light and felt her head, gasping as she
felt the oozing sliminess there. She jumped out of bed and
looked in the mirror, seeing and now smelling a pair of
rotten eggs which someone had poured onto her head.
The gooey stuff was running down the side of her face and
down her shoulders and the front of her pajamas. Cursing,
she tried to wipe most of it off with a rag, then stripped
out of her pajamas, tossing them in disgust into the back
of her closet.
She got some soap and a towel, put on her robe, and made
her way down the dimly lit hall to the bathroom.
It was empty, of course. It was two in the morning. She was
relieved at that. She removed her robe and put her towel on
a hook, then stepped under one of the shower nozzles and
turned on the water. It poured down around her and she put
her head right under it to wash out the egg.
She shampooed her hair, not once, but three times, then
began washing her face, shoulders and the rest of her body.
When she had soaped herself all over, she stepped under the
water again, turning her face upwards to let the soap wash
off.
She ran her hands through her hair and over her face,
rubbing at the soap as the water washed it away, then
stepped back to bring her face out of the water so she
could open them.
Her buttocks hit something soft but solid, flesh, warm
naked flesh. Her eyes shot open and she gasped in shock,
whirling around.
Yvonne was there, naked, grinning malevolently.
“What do you want? Leave me alone!” Megan gasped, backing
up against the wall as the bigger girl moved lithe forward.
Yvonne suddenly grabbed her, one hand gripping her thick
wet hair, the other going around her and pulling her in
close as her mouth jammed down on Megan’s.
Megan struggled furiously as the other girl’s tongue shot
into her mouth. The two staggered for several seconds
before the bigger girl’s weight bore her back to the wall.
The big blonde girl’s mouth was like a sucking vacuum as
her tongue whipped around in Megan’s mouth.
Megan was mortified. Yvonne’s big naked breasts were
rubbing and grinding and rolling against Megan’s own
smaller ones, and she could feel Yvonne’s pubic hair
against her inner thigh as the taller girl forced her legs
open and humped her loins into Megan’s crotch.
Her right hand slid down and cupped Megan’s wet bottom,
pull-ing her in tighter as her mouth tried to devour the
brunette. Megan continued to struggle helplessly, like a
fly caught in a spider’s net, but she was no fighter, and
not a strong girl anyway.
Yvonne twisted on her hair, forcing her head back sharply.
At the same time she took her other hand away from Megan’s
behind and jammed it in between her thighs, squeezing her
naked mound so hard Megan’s brain seemed to boil and her
body reeled in dizziness.
She tried to scream but all that came out was a weak
gurgling moan, and even that was silenced quickly as
Yvonne’s mouth slipped over hers once more.
Yvonne rubbed at her pussy, then forced a finger up between
her vagina lips, driving it deep into her. Megan couldn’t
push her hand away. With her head pulled back so sharply it
was all she could do to maintain her balance, and both her
hands were above her, trying to pry Yvonne’s hand out of
her hair.
A second finger was thrust up into her body, and both
pumped in and out furiously as Yvonne’s thumb searched for
her clitoris, found it, then ground down against it.
Yvonne pulled back suddenly, her face laughing at Megan as
she shoved her back hard against the wall. She said
something which Megan didn’t catch, then shoved down on her
shoulders. Already dazed, Megan would probably have fallen
without any help, she went down quickly under the pressure.
Then she was squatting against the wall, hemmed in by
Yvonne’s legs, staring into Yvonne’s bushy blonde
crotch. She turned her head away, trying to crawl around
the girl but her hair was gripped again and pulled hard.
She cried out weakly, the sound drowned out by the
shower.
Yvonne snarled and shoved her pussy into Megan’s face,
grinding her soft pussy lips and crinkly pubic hair across
her mouth and nose.
“Suck me,” she said then, in English.
She pulled Megan’s hair and the brunette gasped and began
licking at her pussy, not knowing what else to do. She’d
never done anything with girls before and had no real idea
of how to proceed, other than licking up and down the slit.
Yvonne sighed in pleasure, then reached down and took one
of Megan’s hands, pulling it up and rubbing it along her
pussy. She shifted her grip to just one finger and pressed
it against her slit. Megan shivered in disgust, but pushed
her finger upwards, sliding it into the blonde’s tight
vaginal tunnel.
“My Cleeet. Leek my Cleety,” Yvonne moaned, jerking on
Megan’s hair again.
Megan searched upwards with her tongue and found the hard
little button, then began to rasp her tongue across it,
desperate to stop the hair pulling which was sending
needles of pain into her skull.
She tasted Yvonne’s salty girl milk, feeling it coating her
tongue and lips as she continued to lap at the girl’s
clitoris.
“Suck meee! Suck meee,” Yvonne gasped.
Megan tried to get her lips around the girl’s clit and suck
it, pumping her finger up and down in her twat as she did
so.
Yvonne began grinding her hips against Megan’s face,
grunting with pleasure as she held the brunette against her
loins. She squeezed her big breasts with one hand while
continuing to hold tightly to Megan’s hair with the other.
Then, as Megan sucked hard on Yvonne’s clitoris the bigger
girl began humping and groaning and cursing softly in
pleasure. She let out a sigh and then gripped Megan’s face
in both hands, pulling her mouth down over her fuck hole.
“Drink me, drink me. Suck me dry,” Yvonne hissed.
Megan put her lips against Yvonne’s box as the blonde’s
fuck opening began to drool. She lapped and sucked at it,
drinking down the other girls juice.
Yvonne laughed loudly, then jerked back on Megan’s hair
again twisting her around on her knees. Megan stared up in
sock and fear seeing another girl there, a short oriental
girl she didn’t know. Yvonne pushed her face into the
Oriental’s crotch and ordered her to suck her off now.
The two girls snarled and cuffed her until she began to
lick and suck on the other girl’s slit, pushing her tongue
in between the tight pussy lips, running it up and down the
pink flesh and lapping against her clitty.
Her jaw and tongue were aching, but her hair hurt much more
as she was forced to lick the other girl to pleasure, then
turn and lick Yvonne again.
She was in a state of dazed misery when the tall blonde had
come for the second time and the oriental pulled her up by
the hair. She stood weakly, swaying slightly as the
oriental girl pulled her arms behind her back and held them
there.
She could feel the girl’s hard, pointed nipples pressing
into her back between her shoulder blades, hung her head
dully, not trying to fight back.
Yvonne had turned her back on her, and was fiddling with
something, stepping into what Megan thought was a pair of
panties. But then the big blonde turned around and Megan
saw that there was a long, thick black dildo sticking out
from a leather holder that hung between her legs.
Megan shuddered then sobbed in fear and despair as the
grinning blonde advanced on her. She stood right in front
of Megan, then kissed her deeply, her tongue slithering
inside the whimpering brunette’s mouth. Her hands cupped
and fondled Megan’s breasts and she bent to suck on each
nipple.
Then the two girls turned the frightened girl around so she
was facing the oriental. The oriental girl clutched her
tight against her chest, hugging her. Megan felt the other
girl’s breasts and nipples pressing into her own, but was
beyond caring by then.
Her head hung over the girl’s shoulder and she stood there
submissively, her arms hanging down at her sides, knowing
resistance was hopeless. She felt the blonde’s hands on her
hips, pulling them out. Her legs were parted.
She was already bent over a little since the oriental girl
was shorter than her, and so Yvonne had no trouble lining
the head of the dildo up against her cunt and thrusting it
up into her belly.
She jerked violently and then trembled like a frightened
puppy as the dildo slid deeper and deeper into her guts.
The oriental girl held one arm around her back and the
other behind her head, keeping her neck down on her
shoulder. Yvonne held her by both hips as she drove the
rubber cock into her.
Megan let out a pathetic whimper of pain as the first six
inches passed through her pussy lips and the next few
inches followed. While not a virgin she’d only had sex with
one guy and he’d only had a six inch penis. The seventh
inch opened up new territory, and the eighth, and ninth
inches caused a dull ache. The tenth inch made her cry out
in pain as Yvonne rammed the last of the rubber cock into
her sheath.
With ten inches of thick black dildo up in her belly, and
her guts cramping and aching with every movement, all Megan
wanted was to remain very still, till the pain eased.
Yvonne had other ideas. She began to fuck her at once, not
gently either.
The thick rubber prong slid back and forth inside her tight
pussy hole, rasping over her clitty and punching into her
cervix with each stroke. She groaned and whined and moaned
helplessly as her cunt was torn up by the thick girl-
fucker.
A wave of dizziness struck her and she clutched the
oriental girl to keep from falling. The girl gripped her
hair and pulled her head up and back, then kissed her,
softly, her moist lips gliding over Megan’s trembling ones,
her tongue flickering, dipping lightly into Megan’s mouth,
sliding along her teeth.
The long rubber prick slid fully out of her pussy and she
felt it pushing against her asshole. Her eyes opened wide
and she tried to scream but Yvonne grabbed her hard,
putting a hand around her mouth and another around her
belly.
She whirled her around and slammed her front into the wall,
holding her hand over her mouth as she thrust the dildo up
into her asshole. Megan struggled violently, shocked and
horrified at the intrusion in an area she had never
considered before, but she could do nothing.
The dildo was a hot burning spike that split her apart. It
drove up to the center of her guts, making her cry out in
pain as her insides seemed to split open to make room for
it. She felt Yvonne’s pussy hair against her ass cheeks
then and knew the long thing was buried in her rectum.
Yvonne laughed, then, still holding a hand over her mouth,
swung her around again towards the oriental girl, who
smiled at her. The oriental girl licked at her face above
Yvonne’s hand, then bent and began licking and sucking at
Megan’s breasts, chewing at her nipples gently.
Yvonne’s hands shoved her aside, mashing Megan’s tits hard,
making the soft flesh ooze out between her long, splayed
fingers. She ground her hips into Megan’s buttocks as she
twisted the dildo inside her.
The oriental dropped to her knees and gripped Megan’s
thighs, spreading her legs more, then she pushed her face
into her crotch and began licking and sucking at her
clitty. Yvonne’s hands knead-ed her breasts, squeezing
repeatedly as she bent and sucked and chewed on the nape of
her neck.
Yvonne meanwhile, began fucking with longer strokes, though
still going slow. Megan had never been sodomised before,
but now that the initial pain was gone she thought, with
some relief, that it didn’t really hurt at all.
Still, she felt totally degraded by being ass fucked by
this strange girl, and tears of misery continued to trickle
down her cheeks.
Her head hung forward, her eyes glazed. She grunted from
time to time as Yvonne fucked the big dildo up her asshole,
but did not show any other response until she noticed with
slow awareness, that her body was heating up, heating up
with sexual pleasure.
She was shocked at that, shocked enough to come out of her
misery and get her brain working again. She tried to deny
it, tried to convince herself it was some fluke of her
tormented body, some crossed wire.
But whatever the sensations were they were coming from her
cunt, and even as she stared down at the top of the
oriental girls head the sensations became hotter and more
powerful.
Her ragged breathing became shallower as she panted for
breath amid the head that was gripping her body. She felt
faint, light headed. Her head buzzed and throbbed.
“Oh!” she gasped, then experienced a sudden spasm of heat
and threw back her head.
“Oh no,” she whimpered.
The oriental girl’s tongue was whipping furiously against
her snatch, her breath sucking out hard, blowing in hot,
her fingers probing, pumping, thrusting, squeezing,
rubbing, and behind her the big dildo was sliding up and
down in her guts.
Her breasts were burning hot as well, and her nipples rock
hard. Yvonne continued to squeeze and twist the tender
flesh, her tongue, teeth and lips nibbling, sucking and
chewing on her throat.
“Ohhhhhh,” Megan groaned, her eyes fluttering, her body
quivering like a high tension line.
Her cunt was burning, burning hotter than she’d ever felt
in her life. It was a churning volcano getting ready to
blow. She twitched and jerked and whimpered, helpless in
the possession of the two depraved lesbians and her own
raging sexual fever.
The oriental girl pulled away sudden and turned to the
corner getting something. Megan moaned in disbelief,
gasping for breath, her eyes wide and blinking.
Her entire body seemed feverish. Her skin felt
excruciatingly tender, every touch sending sizzling
pleasure through her.
The oriental girl turned back to her and Megan saw she too
had strapped on a big dildo. She rushed up to Megan and
kissed her and now Megan kissed back, kissed passionately,
desperately, her arms going around the girl, clutching her
to her.
The oriental girl reached down with both hands, one guiding
the head of the thick dildo towards Megan, the other
slipping between the shaking brunette’s cunt lips and
prying them open. Megan felt the rounded head of the dildo
slip between her pussy lips and groaned in acceptance.
She kissed the oriental and squeezed her ass hard, jerking
her forward, pulling the dildo up into her snatch. It slid
high and deep into her guts, nestling inside her nest to
Yvonne’s dildo.
She trembled and shook, her body skewered from the front
and impaled from the rear. Four hands roamed her flesh,
teasing her nipples, squeezing her breasts, caressing her
buttocks. Tongues snaked under her ears, along her throat
and into her mouth.
The two lesbians began to pump into her, matching each
others pace. Yvonne slid her dildo deep as the other pulled
hers back, then Yvonne pulled back as the oriental girl
thrust upwards to punch into her cervix.
Her body convulsed, shaking and thrashing. Insane gurgles,
sighs and grunts escaped her gaping mouth as her eyes
rolled back in her head. The two girls fucked furiously,
humping as hard and fast as they could, tearing the two big
dildos back and forth inside her spasming guts.
Blast after blast of stunning sexual fireworks erupted
within her, a paralyzing whirlwind of feverish ecstasy
ripped through her blasting her into delirium as they
roared over her quivering body.
Her brief sexual experiences had never prepared her for the
howling firestorm that was now tearing through her system.
It was the most prolonged orgasm experience of her life,
and by far the most powerful, and when it was over it left
her in a state of exhausted bliss, barely conscious and
totally drained.
Even after it was over she continued to twitch and shiver
with aftershocks, hardly able to breath as the other two
slowly drew their tools from out of her holes and toweled
her off. Then, wrapping a towel around the dazed, mind
blasted girl, they led her back to Yvonne’s room.
Hour after hour of sexual writhing was still to come, and
at the end, when morning dawned, the shy, sheltered teen
would be changed forever.
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the
hands of children. They should be outside playing in the
sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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