Susan Learns What She Likes, At Last!
Susan Learns What She Likes, At Last! Susan runs into her old boss, who gives her what she likes Susan Learns What She Likes, At Last I couldn t believe it there he is, right in front of me after all these years! I wonder if he even knows me, remembers me? I m here in 7-Eleven and he s right there, three people ahead of me in line.
What s he doing out here in my little town, all this way from P n? Should I catch his eye? Should I walk right over and say Hi ? Will he remember me? You know, in the way that I want him to? He doesn t look much older, even though it s been 15, no 20 years.
He looks even more self-assured, confident.
That s what got to me.
He always looked as though he knew what to do.
No hesitation.
And he did! Not only did he know what to do, but also, he did it! Boy, I m just looking and I m already wet.
Then, I always did get wet around him.
I m going over to him and see if there s anything left, I don t give a hoot, even if he says who? Hi, it s me, Susan.
Remember? Susan, wow, it s you! Of course I remember.
How are you? How have you been? Oh, I ve been just fine.” What are you doing, still working? Yes, I m still working.
I m still a secretary for an accounting firm here in M d .
Are you married? To that guy you were seeing, what s his name, Phil? I m sort of married, and yes, to Phil, but it s complicated .
Would you like to talk? We always had such good times just talking .
Yes, I d love that, but I guess you re busy .
Well, just by chance, I m killing time here.
The guy I was supposed to meet can t make it, so I have a little time.
Why don t we get a cup of coffee and talk for a while if you like? Would you like that? I d like that.
Where should we go? We could go to that Starbucks or the quiet place across the street.
It s right behind the main drag.
You lead the way, let s go to the quiet place.
Starbucks is full of kids.
(Boy, I m glad he said the quiet place.
I feel safe in there.
You know, safe from prying eyes…) So, tell me about yourself, tell me if you re happy, and about your sort of husband Phil? Well, I live with Phil; have been for about 15 years.
You could say we re married, but no license, no wedding.
I m comfy with him, and he doesn t make too many demands on me.
It s like it always was.
Basically, celibate.
And how are things with your Mother? Are you on good terms with her? I know there were issues, heavy issues for you.
Wow, that s an understatement! Heavy issues! Things with Mother are kind of quiet now, after the big blowup.
But you don t know about that, do you? Susan, remember the deal we had back then.
Nothing s changed.
Everything is the same between us.
You can talk to me without fear of what I think.
I am your Dutch uncle.
I want nothing from you, and anything you say is safe.
No one will ever know a word of what you say.
And, I guess I must reiterate the big rule no sex! “I am maybe the only male in the universe that doesn t want sex with you and never will.
As you know, all males want to get in you ( except me) and everything they say and think is colored by that, whether they know it or not.
And, as you also know, that is not a reflection on your physical or sexual appeal.
You are an attractive woman.
“It s just our deal.
Remember, a wonderful woman did it for me years ago, and I promised her that I would do the same for a worthy woman.
You are that woman if you want to be, as you were years ago.
So, if you want to, open up and tell me anything and everything you want to.
Especially, the painful parts.
I don t know where to begin,” I murmured, “there s so much and it s all painful.
I guess I ll start with the most painful of all, Mother.
Take your time, get yourself back together, don t cry, just start .
OK, here goes.
My Dad disappeared when I was little, maybe six or seven.
I don t really remember him much, except that he was big and warm.
Mother was devastated, I guess, and never recovered.
She never had another man, but she had lots of men if you know what I mean.
No, you d better tell me what you mean explicitly and in detail.
This is the kind of stuff that helps you.
Tell me everything.
Well, it started when I was little, about eight or ten.
When I was scared, I would jump in bed with Mommy.
And it was warm and secure.
As the years went by, I always jumped in with her to feel good.
She was big, warm, soft, and comforting, and the scary went away.
By the time I was 16, I still had no men in my world, except for the occasional man that she brought home for an evening.
Then, she would drink and laugh with these men, and I shut my eyes and ears to what she did with them after I went to bed.
But, I knew it wasn t something nice.
They were rough, and physical with her, and she was different with me when she had a man.
I knew she took them into her bed, our bed, and did unspeakable things with them! And, I knew when they stayed the night, she would be in bed with them all the next day, and I couldn t get in her bed.
I couldn t stomach the thoughts of what they did, and how the bed smelled, and sometimes even worse.
What do you mean worse ? Oh, my god, do I have to tell you? Susan, you don t have to tell me anything you don t want to, but would it be better if you could get it out and talk about it? They left their stuff in the sheets, stuck together, and smelly! And she liked it! Go on .
Sometimes not only could I hear them running around, but I could hear them grunting and breathing, you know, when they were finished.
You mean coming? Yes! It made me sick.
I mean I threw up, literally.
And when you got to be 16-17, did you occasionally still get in bed with her when you were scared??? I got in bed with her whenever I could.
I wanted to be with her.
I wanted to feel her body against mine, and, you might as well know, I wanted her to do things.
I wanted her to do those things that revolted me, but made me scream! Scream with pleasure.
Can you go on? I began to feel very good when she put her hair on me.
You know she s very dark-haired, not like me, but almost black, and her hair down there is thick and bushy.
She would put it against my back, my ass, and I would die of the pleasure.
I wondered when or if I would ever have hair on my puss as thick and bushy as hers.
Well, the answer is never.
I m fair and my hair is soft and pale.
Anyhow, I became inflamed when I felt her puss hair on my ass.
And then, later, she started to rub my back, and I flew with the birds from the pleasure of that.
And one thing led to another and she began rubbing my ass, and eventually my puss.
Now you know some of the worst or the best of it.
And I sense there is more? Oh, yes, more.
Lot s more.” “Once in awhile one of these men she brought home would hang around for a few days.
I guess until he got all she had to give.
When she went out for some milk or whatever, they would start on me.
They would try to get me into her bed, but I didn t want to be touched.
You know, I am repulsed by the sight and thought of men s bodies.
Their things make me sick.
These guys thought it was fun to run around naked so I could see their things , their cocks , you know.
Well, it made me ill.
“That s why I never married Phil, because he wants to show me his cock, and he wants to do it to me, put it in me! So, our marriage can never be that, I just keep him at bay and do the minimum to keep him happy.
You mean you ve lived with this guy for years and you have no sex with him? I don t know if you consider it sex, but all I do is rub his cock once in awhile, and only until he let s his stuff go.
It happens once a week or so.
Onetime, he shot it all over me, even on my face.
Yuk! Disgusting.” Please go back to mother, if you can.
OK.
She rubbed me and sometimes she let me rub her.
We would rub our pussies together, and it was sublime! We would come and come.
And my special treat was when she got her harness and big rubber cock and put it into my pussy.
“It gets better.
Sometime later, we where playing in bed and she put that big soft rubber cock against my ass and started to press it against me and into my hole.
It hurt so much I started begging with her to stop, but she kept up the pressure.
She told me how much she loved me and how good I was, and she put tons of lube on my ass, and holy cow, it went in.
It still hurt my ass terribly, but being full like that felt better than anything I ve ever felt before.
She kept moving it in and out a little tiny bit at a time until the in felt wonderful, and I forgot the hurt.
I had the most explosive orgasm.
Why would I ever want a man? “I m feeling very good talking with you like this.
I d forgotten how wonderful it was, but it s getting a little difficult in this place.
Will you please take me somewhere private so we can continue? Where would you suggest? My place is just a few streets over.
We can be free to talk without any intrusion.
OK? Sure.
Where is Phil? Won t he mind? He s away, and anyway, he understands that I do what I need to.
It will be like before when we stayed late after work and talked in your conference room, remember those days? Let s go.
We adjourn to my place, where we settled into my little sun-room porch.
Susan, I want to be clear about things.
You have sex with your mom, anal sex and orgasms, and you live with Phil, but the only sex with him is an occasional hand job.
You are repulsed by penises, and may I ask, when and how did you lose your virginity? I don t have sex with my mom anymore, because her boyfriend made it clear that he wanted to have me in bed with her and she agreed.
What a betrayal.
That was the end of me and her, and that was why I took Phil in, to have someone to sleep in bed with, and make me safe and warm, but I don t really feel good, and he s not to have sex with.
And, I am still a virgin.
I ve actually only seen a penis a couple of times.
I know you will ask, so I ll tell you that when I jerk Phil s cock, I do it in the dark so I won t have to see it.
They are ugly, with all those veins, and bumps on them.
“And now, I have big favor to ask of you.
You know I think you are wonderful to me, and I know the rules and understand them, but I have spent many nights crying myself to sleep over what I have and have not done in the past, so I must ask you to do something for me.
Years ago I was in a terrible way over my body image and how unattractive I was, and you let me show you my body, and reassured me that I wasn t so bad.
Will you do that again for me? Right now? Let me take off my clothes and you tell me what s right and what s wrong? I will, of course, if you promise you won t take it as a ploy have sex? OK? Oh, yes.
Here we go! I can t wait to get all these clothes off.
There, that is the last of them.
Start with my boobs, as I know they have always been not so hot .
Susan, I am speechless.
You are a beautiful, woman with a great body.
Your boobs are young, smooth, and lively, and you have big pointy nipples that any man would want to enjoy.
Your boobs are wide, rather than the TV kind that stick out and bounce, but that is just something unique about you, a special thing.
If I were in the market, I would grab you in an instant.
Thank you, thank you.
Now, I have another favor to ask.
I want to finally see a penis without the threat that it is going to ram into my puss or spit all over me.
Will you let me see yours? I m hesitant, but cannot turn you down as part of our deal to talk about everything.
Promise you won t break the rules? I promise.
Take off your shorts and let me see it up close.
Here it is for you to look at.
Hmm, it is pretty safe in that soft, hanging condition.
It is actually beautiful and powerful looking.
Um, I see that it is beginning to grow.
I am not afraid of it.
I want to see it grow all the way up to erect.
I still like it.
Why is it beautiful and every other one is ugly? Now, it is so erect that it is pointing upward! How does it feel when erect like that? Does it hurt? What is that drop of stuff at the tip? It doesn t look like come.
Come is always white, and that is kind of amber.
I want to know it all.
No, it doesn t hurt.
It feels very, very good.
It s warm, and there is pressure in my balls, and the penis is just good feeling all over, although I must confess that there are other urges going along with the pressures in it.
That drop of stuff is a special pre-come fluid that makes the passage of come more chemically successful.
It tastes sweet.
Can I taste it ? If you are sure you want to.
I ll taste it with the tip of my tongue.
Um, your right, it is sweet tasting, but unique.
I don t understand, I like all of this.
I like seeing your cock, tasting your amber fluid, and putting my tongue on your cock.
I don t have any of the bad feelings or fear that I have with others.
I feel nothing but warmth, and security, and I want more of your cock.
I want all of it.
I want it in me.
Will you please put it in me? Yes, I will.
I will go slowly, as it might be tight inside.
It might even hurt or tear you.
I want you to tear me! I m so wet now that you could probably sail the Titanic in there.
Oh god, oh god, I m filled up.
Please shoot in me! Yes, look at it all, it s running down my thighs.
I want to lick it off your cock.
Michael Stromen
Michael Stromen Teen from Philly moves to NYC and has some fun.
NOTE: Michael Stromen and every other character in this story are made-up and fictitious.
Their experiences, beliefs, and any other characteristics are imaginary.
This is simply a small work of fiction created for the sole purpose of entertaining, and/or pleasuring.
Also, I am not Michael Stromen, and those that I encounter every day are also NOT Michael Stromen, or any other character within this work of fiction.
Enjoy.
How do you expect me to start this? I guess it s supposed to be about some times I ve had sex, so maybe I ll talk about how big that girl Jenny s tits are, or how I ve been wanting to bang Ashley since I was in middle school.
But, eh, I m in the mood for a story.
I mean, a story story that kind of story that tells you everything about everyone and everything about everything.
But if I did that, it really wouldn t be much of a sexual thing.
I mean, I m sure you don t really give a shit about how Sarah s smile is as penetrating as a blade, or how Levana s voice is as lovely as a choir of birds singing their inspiring song on a sunny afternoon.
And I m definitely sure you aren t interested in any philosophy, but of course, I m not really interested in discussing how vaginal penetration relates to everyday society in the modern world.
So I think I ll start you off fresh, and tell you who I am, and a little about myself.
My name is Michael, or Mike, or Mikael I don t really have a shit to offer when it comes to names just as long you get the point.
I was born in Philadelphia back in the 1990s, but I m not gonna sit here and tell you about how good times were back then I mean, c mon, I was four in 1999.
Alright, so 1999 yeah, let s skip over the bullshit years.
I can always relate reminiscing to porn because you skip a good half of the damn video.
But anyways, when I was about fourteen, me, my mother, and my sister moved to Manhattan and my father don t worry, he isn t dead, he s just an asshole.
So, to get on to the sexy parts – I came into high school with one thing on my mind sex.
Sex was the center of my existence, and I was perhaps the most determined teen to reach the goal of fucking a chick.
And, I must say, I am so god damn glad that job in Philly fired my mom, because otherwise, we d still be back in Philly, and there wouldn t be a lot of hot girls, and I wouldn t have much of a story to tell you.
I mean, when suburbaners, if that s a word, think about city-girls, I can imagine rats, rodents, and sewage pussy jumping into their minds, but, oh, how they are so wrong.
So, let s talk about my first time.
And yeah, I don t mean to give you extra, non-sex details well, yeah I do, it s just an impulse.
And guys, I m sure your dicks are shriveling and going limp in your left hand right now, but bear with me the sex is coming, don t worry about it.
So anyways, when we moved to Manhattan, I was 14, which made me a freshman in high school.
And, of course, I was terrified of leaving all my Philly friends, but hell, when I saw those asses at my high school, I pretty much forgot about Philly.
Hell, does Philly exist anymore? Yeah, I know, that was a terrible joke, but hey, what s said is said.
But anyway, so, yeah, I was talking about asses.
Yeah, my high school was, and still is an ass-soup.
Black girls, Latina girls, White girls, Asian girls, hell, every girl had an ass.
In my opinion, however, the greatest ass in my school belonged to a Latina girl, Olivia.
She was a junior at the time, and without her makeup, she was quite average, but it was that ass that made her special.
Her ass was about 10 inches from her back, and was very round.
Round, round, round.
Round like a bowling ball, or a basketball, or soccer ball.
Round like the moon, round like the Earth, round like the sun just fuckin round.
I don t think I could stress that quality enough.
The point is that it was a big ass, especially for a junior, but it had shape.
And she would always wear yoga pants, or skinny jeans (she even wore latex once or twice).
Other than that, like I said before, she was average.
Long, dark hair, large, brown eyes, a smooth, fair face (which was one of her better qualities), five foot six, fairly average tits (for a junior), light-brown skin, slim core, sexy thick legs, and an accent to die for.
Personality wise, she was somewhat loud, and was always seen socializing or looking hot with the other sexy, popular girls in the school.
She was a bit of a gossiper, and sometimes enjoyed the publicity of cat-fighting with other girls.
At first, I thought she was more of the strictly-relationship type, but as time passed, she seemed to be more on the promiscuous and, hell, even slutty side.
She would give the football players, basketball players, and popular guys this look one that is too sexy to explain with words and phrases.
And like I said before, she was very social, but wasn t the type of girl to be seen with the less popular guys (like me, at the time).
To be honest, in the end, I wasn t really attracted to her.
To me, she was the kind of girl that you stare at during P.E and fantasize about which brings me into my first sexual encounter with a girl (not that I fucked guys in middle or elementary school).
It was mid-year and I was a freshman, and by this time, I was a part of everyday life at the school.
I had a group of horny guys that I called friends and a group of sexy girls which clung to my every fantasy.
But everything, fantasy or dream, changed mid-year, during a P.E class.
It was an ordinary P.E class (at first), with Joey, and Sarah (not the one with the cutting smile), and Brittany, and Stefana, and Marcus, and Lucas, and Mike (not me, another Mike), and of course Olivia.
Our coach, Coach Stevens, was a bit of a pervert, and enjoyed watching the girls assets bounce as they ran about oh, and how they laughed and jumped when they would get hit by balls.
But anyway, we were playing a game of dodge ball that day, and of course, I was hit.
Well, to make a long story short, when we would get hit, we would have to wait in the other team s prison, which was essentially a few hula hoops scattered behind the opponent team.
And, like I said before, some asshole threw the rubber ball at my neck, and I honestly wanted to punch the shit out of him, but I kept calm.
So I walk across their base to their prison, right past Olivia.
And damn, she had a little sweat going, but she still smelt like permanent air freshener and beautiful, beach air.
I was so close to her I couldn t resist.
When I walked past Olivia, I brushed my left hand on her right leg.
I was aiming for her ass, but I truly didn t see how that would be possible at that angle, and so I went small.
But I still took a good look at her ass, and as I walked toward their prison with my eyes now glued to her ass, was startled when I heard the question Do you like it? Now, I ve been in the staring and admiration business for at least a decade, and I must say, that was the first time I was so blatantly and publicly busted.
Well, lucky for me, no one else really understood what she meant.
Regardless, I had turned red, and was overwhelmed with excitement and fear.
After glancing up at her face, I was surprised to observe a rather friendly and, of course, slutty expression.
As a matter of fact, now that I look back at it, her expression was so full of promiscuity and curiosity that she could have taken all her clothes off and shaken her immaculate ass with the coach and the principal as her audience and I would not have been surprised.
I wanted to fuck her (to be frank).
Right at that moment, a split second or two after processing her expression, I wanted to throw my pants down and rip my shirt off and expose my dick and fuck the living soul out of her.
I wanted to ram my dick so far up her pussy that god would have had to add a few years to my life expectancy, and I wanted her to scream s and papi until I came all in and over her.
I wanted her to grab my dick and suck it and get her saliva and sweat all over me.
I wanted to ram my dick in her sweet, succulent, heavenly ass and fuck her wild.
I wanted to murder her clit with my tongue and finger-fuck no hand-fuck her with both hands and her scream in pleasure and enjoyment and squirt her feminine, Latina juices all over my face.
It was the wink, though, that completed it all.
Conclusion, finish, the end, the cherry on top.
I processed that expression, and thought all those dirty thoughts, and then she winked back at me, and if it weren t for my sanity, I would have fainted and died.
Was it a joke? Was it a slutty thing? Was it sarcastic? I really didn t give a shit, because all I couldn t think about was fucking Olivia.
My dick jumped up into ready mode nearly five seconds after the wink, and to make matters better, Olivia noticed the boner.
Usually, when a popular and sexy teen like Olivia notices a boner, the subject with the boner is laughed at, humiliated, or rejected.
Olivia, on the other hand, defied expectation as she glanced down at my fully erect dick and inhaled a small breath of air in excitement.
I must admit, I had quite a growth spree in my early teens, and because of that, I was tall and walked around with 7 inches of manliness within my pants.
I was also in good health and shape, and had a semi-six-pack, if that makes sense.
So, with all of my assets, I was not surprised when Olivia blew me a kiss, and it was this kiss that confirmed a fantasy of mine the idea that Olivia felt just as I felt, and had all the desires that I had, and would fuck with me and do every dirty thing in the book with me.
I was convinced that she wanted me and hell, I knew what I wanted, and so it was all just a matter of time.
With my horniness came impatience and I wanted to fuck Olivia ASAP.
Gym came to an end, and shit, if I wasn t completely sane, I would have barged into the girl s locker room nude and flung my dick around until Olivia s mouth emerged from the darkness to suck it.
But, unfortunately, I am sane, and a fantasy is a fantasy.
So gym came to an end, right, and there I was still a virgin.
I was depressed but determined.
I wanted to track Olivia down.
Shit, looking back at it, I think I was so horny that I would have stalked the girl down for at least a piece of that ass.
I knew what I wanted, of course, but I did not have a plan to track Olivia down, corner her (when we were alone), and make fantasy reality.
Eventually, hours passed, and school came to a close and obviously, I wasn t done yet.
In the end, although I didn t want to involve anyone else in our thing, I decided I would talk to Olivia s best friend, a black girl named Aya.
Aya was, without a doubt, sexy as fuck.
She was a stunning brunette, with c-cup tits and an athletic body.
She didn t have an ass the size of a moon, but she had a noticeable ass and an ass with shape (might I add).
On a scale, Aya was perhaps 50% browner than Olivia.
She was around five foot nine (or eight, who really cares), and she had brown eyes.
There was something with her eyes though she had this thing where she would stare at you not in a creepy way, she was a seducer – and you were hers.
Her face was the icing on the cake and the cherry on top.
I have never seen such a beautiful face before.
Not a single bump or bruise or scab rested upon it, and her skin was as smooth and warm as silk.
I won t forget to mention her curly hair, which completed the face.
Aya was a dater (unfortunately), and had a known habit of fucking the school football players.
She wasn t a slut I simply believe she had an obsession with the cool guys.
Everyone understood and accepted this condition hell, I think the vice principal talked to her about it once or twice.
But anyways, I decided I would go to Aya about it.
I wanted to ask her about Olivia s schedule.
And so that is what I did.
Hey, you must be Aya, Olivia s friend, right? I found Aya in a hallway.
She was alone in a vacant hallway all after school, leaning against a locker.
She was texting well, to give a more accurate observation, her eyes were glued to her phone s screen and her fingers were glued to her phone s keyboard.
I, personally, with all the texting junkies I ve been around, have never seen a person so dedicated to her phone.
I did not want to repeat the question (fearing that she would slap the shit out of me and walk away), and so I waited a few minutes, and eventually, leaned up against to a locker next to hers, and I sat there looking at her text.
Finally, with the most innocent expression I ve seen from an adult (she was 18); Aya looked at me and asked me why I was next to her.
She was too sexy, and that innocent facial expression made her a fuck-candidate.
Well Aya, is it? I acted like I couldn t remember her name; I read somewhere that it helps you get into girls pants.
She nodded her head in a somewhat awkward fashion almost as though I should not have been speaking to her, and that I did not belong around her.
Yeah, Aya, I was gonna ask you something about Olivia, but damn, I just might have to stick with you for a while.
Here I was, a freshman, new to high school, new to New York City, and I m flirting with a super-sexy, New York senior.
I felt like shooting myself after that line (which wasn t much of good one, now that I look back at it), but Aya didn t mind.
In fact, she smiled.
Well, well, she started, look at you.
A little, cutie, baby freshmen all grown up and flirting.
Everything after that came without thought.
Well, you know, you re the only one here and everything, and I couldn t resist at least talking to someone as, well, beautiful as yourself.
She loved to be flattered.
You aren t too bad looking either, Mikey.
Aya said my name in the sluttiest manner possible.
And you know my name before I even introduced myself, Aya.
I returned the favor, and she put her phone in her pocket.
I see you put the phone away for me.
I like where this is going.
You should, Aya s voice became more seductive, because where I think this is going, none of us going to be able to walk straight tomorrow.
Oh, really? I began If this goes where I think this is going to go, we won t even be able to stand tomorrow.
Ooooh, I like the sound of that.
said Aya, in her trademark, seductive voice.
I love the sound of that, but how can I purchase the goods if I haven t seen them yet? Trust me, everything is right here, free to touch, free to see, and I moved in closer to her right ear and whispered free to suck, free to fuck, free to lick.
before returning to my original position.
Aya laughed at this, and it wasn t one of those happy laughs this was that sexy Ohhh Yes! kinda laugh.
I knew she was mine at that point.
Aya didn t care much for patience, and I felt her hand all over my abs within a few seconds.
She must have liked what she felt she took her second hand and began feeling my chest.
I didn t flinch at all, and Aya was turned on.
She moved in closer to my face.
Her eyes met mine, and she gave me the sexiest look I ve gotten from a woman.
So someone likes what they see, and likes what they feel, and I think that someone wants to feel a little bit more.
Aya smiled at this, and placed her hands under my shirt.
I was a lot less buff then the football players, but something seemed to attract her to me.
And you know what, I continued, someone else likes being felt, and wants to feel a bit for himself.
Aya, keeping her eyes on mine, smiled and used her left arm to grab my left wrist.
She then placed my left hand on her left breast, and, once again, I was in heaven.
There were no more fantasies or dreams.
This was real.
Aya wore a bra, and I couldn t feel enough of her tit, and so I gently took my right hand and allowed it to travel up the back of Aya s T-shirt.
She barely flinched as I unclipped the bra (I practiced unclipping with my mom s bras…
don t ask.).
It was undone, and the bra began to fall from its original place and down to her stomach.
I was able to see her hard nipples through her white T-shirt.
With haste, I began to grab her nicely-sized tits and gently squeeze on them.
I then proceeded to the nipples of both tits, and toyed with them (through her shirt) as she felt my chest.
I want more, Mikey.
I want your body.
I want everything.
I didn t give a shit after she said that.
I would have fucked her in the open, too.
Aya was ten times sexier than she usually was, and I wanted to probe the far and unknown depths of her body.
And I want just as much I moved in for the kill and gave Aya a kiss.
as you.
Aya continued where I left off as I retreated, she pushed me against the locker, placed both hands on my head, and began kissing me.
The first ones were superficial Aya soon began using her tongue to explore my mouth, and I did the same in return.
We French kissed until my urge to explore the rest of her body exploded.
I retracted my tongue (and my lips), slightly backed away from her, and took my shirt off.
I wasn t wearing two layers, and so my slightly chiseled chest and abs were now exposed.
I then reached for her butt and pushed her close to me, and we French kissed harder than before.
That is when a bell went off in my head.
Her ass! Taking her jeans off became top priority, and as I French kissed her, I used my right hand, which was once against her clothed ass, to unbutton and unzip her jeans.
Eventually, I was able to unfasten her pants, and as I French kissed her, I used both my left and right hands to pull her pants down.
At this point, Aya was still wearing panties, but the majority of her ass was revealed, and her jeans had fallen to her knees.
I continued French kissing Aya, and I put both my hands on her ass cheeks.
It was now Aya s turn to undress me.
She pulled back from the French kiss, and helped me take my pants off.
Ten seconds later, I stood there, kissing Aya again, with my jeans at my ankles.
All that was left of my clothes were the boxers, which I eventually pulled down to my knee.
The cool air hitting my boner only added to the pleasure.
Eventually, Aya moved closer to me and used her left hand to jack me off backwards as she French kissed me.
I couldn t prevent the moaning.
She would jack me off slow, and then she would speed up, and slow down, and the pattern continued.
I decided to return the favor.
I used both hands to pull Aya s panties down far enough to reach her pussy and play with her exposed ass.
I broke away from the French kiss, spit in my hand, and began rubbing her pussy.
Her moans began, and I used her own pattern to pleasure her.
I must admit, before returning to the sex watching porn did help.
If it wasn t for those foreplay scenes, I would have been fucked when it came to her pussy.
But anyways, her pussy I began using both hands to pleasure her.
My left hand was devoted to rubbing her clit and the rest of the pussy, while a few digits on the right hand were responsible for finger fucking her.
At first, the angle was a bit awkward, but as I got used to my position, I speed up (and did not slow down).
Aya was moaning louder and louder as I got faster and faster, and she would break the French kiss whenever moaning.
I, on the other hand, was beginning to feel an explosion of pleasure due to her jacking me off.
I was going to cum soon.
We went like this for another ten minutes before I couldn t hold it anymore.
I let out a load all over her bare stomach.
My hard-on, however, did not die out, and we did not plan on stopping.
Me and Aya stripped completely naked and brought our clothes to the men s bathroom across the hall.
Once inside, we chose a spacious and hidden stall at the back of the room, and continued there.
Aya didn t speak when we got into the stall she placed her T-shirt on the ground and knelt on it.
Her face was now level with my (super hard) 8 inch cock.
Without hesitation, she took my dick into her hand and began rubbing it gently.
She then slowly placed her mouth around the head of my penis, and worked it into her mouth.
A jolt of excitement and pleasure ripped through my body, and as Aya slowly worked my 8 incher into her mouth, I could hardly breathe.
She worked my cock all the way to her throat, and I couldn t see a fraction of my dick outside of her mouth.
My cock reached her throat, and she held it there.
She then slowly started rocking her head back and forth.
My dick would reach her molars, and she would suck it back into her mouth until it hit her throat.
She continued this as I moaned and shouted in pleasure, and after about the fifth time, she began caressing my balls with both her hands.
I couldn t hold out anymore.
As my cock reached Aya s molars for about the thirtieth time, I came into her mouth.
She, by surprise, was able to swallow all of it, and she enjoyed it before smiling.
I was still hard after that, but when I looked down at Aya, who was extremely sexy and nude with my rock-hard cock in her mouth, I quickly came again.
Aya stood from the ground and wrapped her arms around the back of my neck, where we began to French kiss again.
I immediately broke off the kiss, because I wasn t done with her yet.
Aya stood stationary in the stall, and I got on my knees and began licking her pussy.
I began slow, and started with the clit.
Aya backed off and sat on the toilet seat with her pussy facing outwards towards me.
When she was properly positioned, I came back in and started licking her clit.
She immediately began to moan.
From licking, I sped up my pace and began eating her pussy out whole I started off at her vagina and labia and would lick the clit whenever possible.
She moaned louder and louder as I picked up pace.
Never stop! Keep doing it, baby yes! were some of the things that came out of her mouth while I ate her out.
I switched routines, and began to focus my mouth on her clit area as I finger fucked her with my right hand.
The more she shouted and moaned, the faster I went.
She was loud enough to attract attention, but I still didn t give a shit, and so I moved even faster and harder than before.
I fucked her with all five fingers at one point, while rapidly pleasuring her clit.
She couldn t take it anymore, and eventually began to convulse in an intense orgasm.
She actually began squirting, which surprised me (it was my first time).
She grabbed on to my head, and would not let go.
Eventually, the violent and paralyzing orgasm came to an end, and she began to kiss the right side of my face until she reached my ear.
I want you to fuck me.
Fuck me harder than you can imagine, baby.
She whispered this, and I was glad to comply with her request.
I stood up and backed away from the toilet, allowing Aya to stand up from the toilet.
Aya took two steps from the toilet, turned around, and bent down.
She then straightened her back, allowing me to get to her pussy.
I, who was now hard again, was eager to stick my rock hard cock into her pussy.
Aya was known to have fucked a lot of sports players, and she was still tight as hell.
Shit, I think I was her biggest at the time.
I spit on my hand, and used the spit as lubricant for my penis.
My cock was able to slide into her tight pussy after a bit of work, and Aya let out a scream and a Yes! which could probably have been heard from across the street.
I started moving my dick in and out of her slowly, but as she loosened up, I began to pick up pace, and eventually, was fucking her fast.
Aya was nearly crying in pleasure.
As she collided with the hair above my cock, her ass would bounce and giggle, which inspired me to go faster.
Aya began to scream louder and louder, and so I quickly switched positions.
I sat down on the toilet and Aya began to ride my hard 8 incher.
I took a hold of her hips and began controlling the speed at which we fucked.
I began pushing into my cock harder and faster, and Aya began to scream even louder.
With every thrust came a Yes! or a loud, long moan.
I began lifting my ass up from the seat, which allowed us to fuck even faster.
I eventually came in Aya.
We were fucking so hard and fast that I did not notice my dick go limp from the ejaculation.
When I was finished, Aya turned around, pulled me off the toilet seat, and began French kissing me.
After about fifteen minutes or so, we both stopped, cleaned up, put our clothes back on, and left the bathroom.
To be honest, you know, I don t really know why she was so eager to fuck me that day.
I mean, of course, I m me, but still, for a hot senior to want to fuck a freshman like me and so eagerly.
It was like the shit was straight out of a porno.
But anyway, that s my first time.
Kinda long, I know, but it was sexy especially when we were out in the hall.
I was a bit nervous at first, but Aya was so sexy that I didn t really give a damn.
Well anyway, after we did the dirty, Aya told me about Olivia s after-school dance classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and how she would take showers at the school.
Well, you know what I m doing next.
Gary and Dave – First time bisexual.
Gary and Dave – First time bisexual.
Gary and Dave get turned on from watching porn and decide to experiment.
View Author’s Copyright Information Gary burst through the door brandishing his briefcase.
Jim got back he said with a big smile on his face.
Jim? I answered.
Guy I work with huge collection of porn.
Remember he turned up at the pub the other day.
Gary clarified.
Ah, porn.
Loan of.
I remember! Its not any of that German pissing shit you borrowed last time is it? I said sitting up.
He says not but he s not sure what is on these tapes.
No pissing or animals though.
I m going to get changed, grab us a beer would you? Gary said heading for his room.
I pulled myself out of the comfort of the chair and walked though to the kitchen to grab some beers.
By the time I returned Gary was sat in the other armchair hunting through our remote control collection for the video remote.
I handed him a beer and sat back down in the chair next to the window.
The evening was warm and I had opened the doors that lead out on to our balcony to let a breeze blow in.
Gary finally sorted himself out and hit play on the video.
The tape was an American movie and fairly dull.
There were lots of silicon implants and no imagination in the sex.
The basic scene went: boy meets girl, tongues twirl, grope, strip, suck, lick, fuck, her on top, him on top, doggy and finish with the money shot.
We watched most of the tape on fast forward stopping on the good bits and making our own soundtrack.
As with most US porn it didn t really turn me on.
She looks like Jenny.
Gary said, hitting pause on the video.
Oh yes.
Jenny was much dirtier than that in bed though! I laughed.
Oh yes! he agreed.
Jenny was a mutual friend that we had both slept with at different times.
Mostly drunken one night stands at college but we had both been to her home in London to see her since then.
We made a point of never going to see her together so no jealousy occurred, although Jenny had made it quite clear that she would happily fuck us both at the same time.
I was up for it but I didn t think Gary would be.
He was fairly insecure in his sexuality and often said that he didn t think he could perform with another man in the same bed.
Jenny was disappointed but very understanding.
Having said that he s quite happy to sit and watch porn with me although if he does play with himself while we do it he does it very discreetly! A girlfriend asked why we watched porn together if neither of us masturbated and I couldn t explain it other than to say it s a man thing! Gary changed the tape and sat back down as it started.
This film was much better and was made in Holland.
All the models are young and very horny.
The guys actually looked like real men, although they are teenagers for the most part too.
I began to get an erection and moved my hand casually to press on it.
I saw Gary do the same thing out of the corner of my eye.
The first scene involved a girl and two boys in a threesome.
Fairly normal stuff but much better than the US stuff we had just watched.
The scene went along as normal with the men fucking the girl from both ends, then it cut away to the girl making a fairly long speech in Dutch (which neither of us speak) and then a shot of the two guys looking at each other nervously.
The next scene cut to the two guys wanking each other off as the girl watched them and fucked herself with a big, black vibrator.
Fucking hell said Gary.
I expected him to stop the film in disgust but he left it running.
We watched in fascination as the girl encouraged the guys to suck each other off, pushing them into a 69, then lubricated their arseholes and got them to fuck each other.
Finally she put a strap-on dildo on and fucked both of them herself! I couldn t believe what I was seeing and was surprised at just how turned on I was by this! I looked across at Gary to see him staring at the TV, his hand in his lap moving gently on his cock.
Are you OK I said, my mouth dry.
Sorry? Oh, yes.
Why? he said, looking at me.
I didn t think you approved of gay sex I said.
No, I don t mind watching it.
I wouldn t want to do it though.
Well, not with a man! he said.
How else would you do gay sex without a man? I laughed.
I mean anal.
I wouldn t do anal with a man he tried to explain.
Well, you ve definitely done it with a woman so why not a man? It s the same shape hole! I laughed, teasing him.
All that hair.
Yuck he shuddered.
But Jenny has quite a hairy bum…
I started and got a cushion in my face.
Watch the film you puff he laughed.
The next scene was more of the same.
Girl and boyfriend caught by teacher who then fucks both of them in every hole.
At one point the boy was sat on the teachers cock, riding him, while the girl rode the teachers face and wanked the boy off.
My cock at this point was rock hard.
I had experimented with anal penetration with a few of my ex-girlfriends, some of them fingering me there, another fucking me with a small dildo.
Jenny, pervert that she is, had even rimmed me a couple of times.
I really wanted to be in the film with actors .
I pushed my hand in my shorts and played with my cock a little more blatantly.
The sun had set and the only light in the room came from a small 40w lamp and the TV.
I figured Gary wouldn t be able to see me and, to be honest, didn t care.
The next scene was a foursome.
It started off as a dinner party and quickly degenerated into a partner swapping orgy with the women 69-ing each other for the men to watch then the men putting on a show for the women.
Half way through this part of the video I pulled my cock free of my shorts and began masturbating properly.
I looked across at Gary and saw that he was watching me, his hand in his shorts.
He shrugged and pulled his own cock out and started wanking himself off.
His cock was about the same size as mine about 7″ long and quite thick.
We re both big built although I m about 4″ taller than Gary is.
One thing we both have a lot of is body hair.
We continued watching the film and stroking our cocks gently to make ourselves last.
Unfortunately it was only a short tape and the foursome was the last scene.
I got up to change the tape, leaving my cock sticking out of my underpants.
I pushed the last tape in the machine and turned around to see Gary pulling his underpants off his ankles.
I watched as he pulled his shirt over his head and sat at one end of the sofa instead of in the armchair.
I m hot.
he said simply.
Me too I said, pulling my clothes off.
I returned to my chair, which meant I was sitting right next to Gary.
I hit play and took a sip of beer.
The video started and turned out to be another bisexual film.
The action was very similar to the first film but a much better quality recording.
Gary began to masturbate again, laying back on the sofa and stretching his legs out.
I relaxed again and played with my cock as I watched both the video and Gary.
I didn t try to hide my glances at his cock and kept catching him looking at me.
Finally our eyes met.
I wish Jenny was here he laughed.
Or Alice I said referring to my last girlfriend she always said she fancied a threesome with two men We laughed and then jumped as the phone rang.
I hit mute on the TV but left the video running as Gary answered the phone.
It was his cousin ringing to arrange some family thing he was invited to.
Gary continued watching the film and played with his cock as he tried to hold a conversation with his cousin.
I imagined what his cousin would say if she knew what Gary was doing.
Gary finally had to stop playing with himself as she stated dictating directions to him and he had to use a pen in his free hand.
I stopped the video and left the room to use the loo.
It felt weird walking around the flat naked when I could hear Gary speaking on the phone next door.
I used the toilet and stopped to look at myself in the mirror.
I sucked my gut in and stuck my chest out posing a little.
My cock was stiffening again I walked out of the bathroom and bumped into Gary coming the other way.
My turn he said.
I walked back to the living room and sat in the same armchair.
Gary returned from the bathroom, his cock stiffening as he walked into the room.
He was getting off on this too! We started the video again and settled down.
Have any of your girlfriends ever touched your arse? Gary asked suddenly.
Yes, some of them.
I quite like it.
I confessed looking at him.
Jenny kept trying to stick her finger up me when she was sucking me off.
I let her eventually and really cam hard.
Gary said hesitantly.
You should try it with a vibrator I said without thinking.
Puff Gary said seeing my embarrassment.
I jumped off the chair and hit him with a cushion.
This sort of turned into a wrestling match that dumped us both on the floor.
Gary was on top and our cocks were pressed against each other.
I pushed Gary off and we rolled around some more.
We had done this kind of thing before but always fully dressed and usually with a lot more beer inside us! Eventually Gary got me in some kind of Judo hold and turned me on my face.
His cock was pushing against my bum as he pinned me down with his arms and legs.
I stopped struggling and looked back at him.
OK, you ve got me.
Now what are you gonna do with me I laughed.
Gary went bright red and got up.
His cock was hard, the head glistening with pre-cum.
I surprised him by grabbing his legs and pulling him back down on to the floor.
He landed on his back and without thinking I grabbed his cock and gently squeezed.
What are you doing he said, making no move to stop me.
I have no idea but I m really in the mood for a brand new experience I laughed.
OK, but be gentle with me Gary replied after a moments thought.
I began wanking him off, moving his foreskin over the end of his cock and rubbing the clear fluid around.
Gary sat up and reached for my cock and we scooted around so we could watch the video and play with each other at the same time.
Did you really take a vibrator up the arse? Gary asked after a couple of minutes.
Jenny.
I said in explanation.
Oh.
Was it good? he asked, a little hoarsely.
Once I got used to it, yes.
In fact it was fucking fantastic.
I loved it.
Have you still got that massage oil? I asked.
Yes.
Why? Gary said hesitantly.
I let go of his cock and got on all fours in front of him.
I thought you might want a fuck I whispered, hardly believing what I was saying.
Jesus, are you sure? he asked getting up.
No but that hasn t stopped me trying weird shit before.
Go get the oil I said.
Gary virtually ran into his bedroom and returned with some Bodyshop massage oil.
We both knelt in front of each other on the floor and squirted oil on to our hands.
We started lubricating our own dicks first then looked at each other and reached over to wank each other off.
I got Gary s cock really slippery then bent over the coffee table presenting Gary with my bum.
I looked at the film and laughed when I saw a guy in exactly the same position as me about to get fucked by a black guy with an enormous cock.
Thank fuck you re not that big I said as Gary shuffled around behind me on his knees.
Jesus laughed Gary, where does he keep that? As he laughed at the video he poured a little oil on to his hand and gently rubbed it over my arse hole.
I reached behind and spread my bum cheeks so he could get to my anus.
I let out a moan as his first finger touched my anus, gently pushing against the tight muscle.
Are you OK he said.
I ll let you know if you hurt me.
Any moans and shouts are of pleasure, honest! I said.
Gary pushed his fingers against me again, the oily tip pushing past my sphincter and into my anus.
I pushed back against his finger as I had done with my girlfriends, encouraging him to finger fuck me.
Gary quickly fingered me, stretching the muscle and pushing a second finger in.
I groaned again and pushed back harder against his hand, fucking myself with his slippery fingers.
Hold on Gary warned and added a third finger.
Oh fuck I said enjoying the sensation.
Gary fucked me for a couple of minutes adding a little more oil until I could comfortable take his three fingers up to the second knuckle.
My cock was hard and I reached underneath my body to play with it.
Gary withdrew his fingers and I knew what was coming next.
He got on his feet and squatted over me, resting his cock against my anus, and pushed.
I felt his bulbous head stretching me wider than his fingers and a sharp pain that quickly disappeared as his cock slid into my arsehole.
Oh fuck that feels big.
I shouted.
Are you OK? Gary said, holding his cock still inside me.
Shit yes, fuck me you ugly git! I laughed.
Gary pushed more of his thick cock up my arse until his balls were touching mine.
His hands were on my shoulders massaging the big muscle there.
He slowly withdrew his prick then smoothly thrust back into me.
I gasped as his length slipped hard into me and gripped the table.
My cock was pulsing but I didn t want to touch it.
I fully intended to fuck Gary when he had finished if he would let me.
Gary slammed his cock harder into me and I gasped again.
I could sense that Gary was trying to control himself but he quickly gave in and just fucked me as hard and as fast as he could.
It felt fantastic! My arse and cock felt like they were on fire and my guts were churning away.
Gary began to breathe harder, whispering fuck under his breath.
Finally he pulled his cock all the way out so only the tip of his cock was touching me then slammed his entire length deep inside me, holding it there and filling my guts with cum.
Arrrgh.
Fuck cried Gary as he pulled his cock halfway out of my arsehole then thrust back in again to deposit more cum into me.
Finally he finished and pulled his cock out of my arse with a wet plop.
Gary sat back on his heels panting for breath.
I turned around, his cum leaking out of my arse and started to lubricate my cock with the massage oil.
Gary watched me, his eyes following the movement of my hand on my cock then turned around and bent over the sofa.
I knelt behind him and slowly massaged oil into his anus as he had done to me.
Working quickly I pushed one, then two and finally three oily fingers into his tight arsehole.
Oh Christ Dave, fuck me Gary demanded.
I grabbed his hip with one hand and my cock with the other and guided the tip to his anus.
Just relax and push back like you re taking a dump when I push against you I advised.
Gary did as I asked and the head of my cock slipped into his anus.
I gave him time to get used to the sensation then pushed a little more in.
Again I stopped and looked down at my best friends hairy arse with half of my cock sticking into it.
I was so horny I almost came on the spot.
Gary started moving his hips, encouraging me to slip more of my hot, hard cock into his backside.
Soon my balls were touching his.
I began fucking him slowly with short strokes, letting him get used to the new sensations.
Gary held his hands out, griping a cushion and pushing his arse back on to my cock.
I looked to my side and saw myself reflected in the mirror.
Jesus, look at that.
I m fucking you! I said, pointing to our reflection.
Gary turned to look and watched me slowly fuck his arse for the first time.
I ran my hands over his back and bum, scratching him with my nails.
I raked them down his sides and he lifted his body off the sofa.
I reached under for his nipples, rolling them in my fingers and pinching them.
Feels good but my knees hurt he moaned from under me.
I pulled out of him and he lay on the sofa facing the back cushion.
I climbed on behind him and pushed my cock back into his arsehole and began fucking him again, reaching around to play with his stiffening cock.
I used long, slow strokes and timed them so my hand was moving on his cock at the same pace.
Gary was breathing hard as I shafted his arsehole and, without thinking, I began to kiss his exposed neck.
Gary turned his head towards me and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to kiss him.
I had often thought that stubble on stubble would be a real turn off but found it wasn t an issue.
Gary pushed his tongue into my mouth as I stroked his cock in time to my thrusts.
Fuck me harder Gary begged pulling away from my mouth.
I pushed him on to his stomach and straddled his legs, pushing my cock back up his arse.
I began fucking him as hard as I could, my belly slapping on his big hairy bum as my big cock slid up his rectum.
I felt my orgasm building deep inside me and put my entire weight into fucking Gary up the arse.
Finally I began to cum, not one lunge but a series of short squirts deep inside my best friend.
I let out a loud cry then collapsed on top of him, my cock softening in his arse.
Gary pushed me off him finally and I lay on a heap on the floor.
Gary was still hard and started jerking himself off kneeling beside me.
I used one hand to play with his balls as his hand moved up and down on his fat cock.
Suddenly Gary stopped and knelt between my legs, pushing my legs up and spreading my arse cheeks.
His cock slid easily up my arse and he held my legs against his chest as he fucked my arse for the second time.
He came within a minute and we collapsed on the floor together, touching each other, cum leaking out of our arses.
Good movie! Gary finally said.
Birthday Beats…:)
Birthday Beats…
One beautiful, tight lesbian hires a dom to tease and please her slutty girlfriend on her birthday.
View Author’s Copyright Information It was my 16th birthday, and my slutty and very sexy girlfriend (We’ll call her..
Andy) decided to take it upon herself to make sure I had one of the kinkiest, fun times of my life…
She hired an older man to dominate me, as she joined in and helped him in any way she could…
After our short introductions and a little ass play and throat-fucking, I was told to get dressed as slutty as I could get and come back to the living room where my sexy girlfriend and our new play-time partner were talking about what they were going to do to me.
I obediently did as I was told, and soon found myself on all fours with this strange man attaching a collar and chain to my neck.
He threw up my skirt, smacked my bare ass until it was glowing red and led me down the stairs on my hands and knees, in front of my girlfriend so she could look at my sweet little asshole pucker with each downward step.
After a long, embarrassing drive around town with my top down in the front seat, my bare tits hanging out and my hands tied being my back, we ended up at the fair that had recently stopped in town.
My heart sunk as I realized the embarrassment I was about to feel…
My home town, friends and their parents…
Everyone was going to see me.
As the fear faded, I became more excited and my girlfriend led me around the fair by my leash as my new dom stayed behind and watched as everyone stared.
He loved every minute of it.
Andy and I were playing games, getting prizes (even when we lost) and were making out in front of any guy that wanted to see.
I wasn’t even thinking about who was going to see us.
This was fun!! I was actually enjoying the nasty looks and my ass hanging out! As it got later, we decided to get some grub and head to a hotel room to drink and get nasty.This is where the real fun began.
This man grabbed a huge military bag full of toys from his trunk.
Leg bars, ropes, ass plugs, horse crops, ball gags, nipple clamps with a zillion weights, candles and who knows what else.
This guy was the real deal, and I was about to be torn to shreds! My girlfriend stripped me down and this stranger basically hog tied me, making sure to get my big tits tied real tight as well, so they would go dark purple and then they put me on my knees on the floor.
“What are you doinggggg?!?!” I screamed as he attached some nipple clamps to my pussy and tightened them as far as they would go.
Of course, I was told to shut up, and when I didn’t he told Andy to put a gag in my mouth.
I was now at the mercy of my sweet sexy girlfriend and someone we had both just met earlier that day.
I couldn’t beg, plead or scream.
I was scared, but my pussy had never been wetter.
He attached some weights to the clamps on each swollen lip and added some to my nipples, admiring his work and taking pictures every step of the way.
The more he did, the wetter I got.
I needed to be fucked so bad!!! My girlfriend grabbed the crop and began whipping every inch of my naked body as this man started to light candles.
Little did I know, I was about to feel the most stimulating feeling I had ever felt in my life.
HOT WAX! Oh my God It felt sooo good! Drip by drip, down my back, my crack and over my pussy and both clamps.
This was AMAZING!! After covering me in red wax, he picked me up and threw me on the bed where he spread my ass cheeks and fucked me raw as my girlfriend sucked my swollen, purple breasts.
She began flicking my nipples with her tongue ring.
After my pussy and ass had been fucked relentlessly by toys and fingers and his ungodly cock, I was untied and allowed to take a few minutes for myself.
I had a drink and ate Andy’s beautiful tight pussy until I was dragged by my hair to the bathroom, where I was pushed into the shower and pissed on.
My first “Golden Shower”…
Wow! This is not what I was expecting when I woke up this morning..
When they both had enough of beating me, humiliating me and using me as their little fuck toy, they threw the spreader bar on me and tied me up so I couldn’t move once again..
They stuck a candle in my stretched out ass hole, lit it and sang happy birthday to me…
My best Birthday ever! Happy Birthday Indeed! …
and so was born a little, obedient, attention seeking slut.
(PS..
This is my verrrryy first story, and a true one..
so be nice 
)
For the Weekend pt1 – Fun in the Sun
For the Weekend pt1 – Fun in the Sun A kind gester turns into fun times.
John and his wife, Lacy, lay in bed sound asleep.
It is already high-noon, Saturday and they had slept though all their alarms.
Usually, this isn t an issue, however this weekend was different.
For the first time since they started living together (which was only a year ago) they are having a guest spend the night.
They are awoken by pounding on the door.
“WAKE UP GUYS!!!!” John hears their guest yelling on the other side of the front door.
“I m coming”, he manages to yell back as he rolls out of bed and throws a shirt on.
He unlocks the door and opens it to find a young girl standing outside with a small duffle bag; Lacy’s little sister.
Her name is Kendal, but she often goes by Kenny.
It has been a few months since John had seen her (at her 17th birthday party) and quickly notices her maturing body.
Her flowing hair is the nicest shade of brown he had ever seen, her body is curved in all the right places, and her smile is as bright as ever.
She enters the house, giving him a hug as she walks past him and sets her bag down.
“So great to see you.” John says as she enters.
“I know it has been a while.
Thanks for letting me stay the night.” She replies.
“Is Lacy still home?” He points towards the bedroom, “Yep, she just woke up.” A big grin grows and Kenny skips into the bedroom.
John can t help but take a glimpse of her toned behind.
“Sissy!!!” Kenny yells as she jumps on top of Lacy, “I miss you so much!!” Kenny and Lacy had always been close, but ever since John and Lacy moved in together, Lacy and Kenny have grown apart.
The two of them converse for a little bit while John starts a pot of coffee to help wake up.
After a few minutes, Kenny pours herself a cup of coffee and joins John at the table.
“Sissy has a phone call so I figured I’d come out here, I smelt coffee.” She says as she takes a sip.
“Thanks again for letting me spend the night.
Sometimes I can’t bear to stay in my parents house.” “No problem.” He responds as he sets his coffee down.
“Hold on I better go get changed.” He goes back into the bedroom and pushes the door closed behind him, but it remains cracked slightly.
Although John and Lacy were already married, They were still young.
John is only 24 and Lacy is 25; they had been married about a year.
Looking towards the door, Kenny can see into the crack and sees John standing near the bed, removing his shirt, revealing his toned abdomen and chest.
Kenny bites her lip as she can’t take her eyes off of him.
She had always though he was cute, but had never seen him like this before.
Just as she picks her jaw off the floor, he turns and their eyes meet for a split second.
She quickly turns away as her face grows warm and red.
“Hunny?” Lacy bellows from the bathroom.
“My boss just called, they need me for the afternoon, you wouldn’t mind watching Kenny by yourself for a few hours would you?” “No problem baby, we will have a great time and when your home we can all go out and have some fun tonight.” He says as he puts on some shorts and a clean t-shirt.
He opens the door to join Kenny once again.
“Well, looks like it s just me and you for the afternoon, what do you want to do?” He asked as he poured himself and Kenny a second cup of joe.
Kenny, being the tease that she is, though for a moment.
“Well we could go swimming, it s so hot out.” She says with an innocent smile as she continues to sip her coffee.
“Sounds like a great idea.” John says as he get up to give Lacy a hug before she goes.
“Have a good afternoon at work, see you tonight.” He says to her and gives her a kiss.
The door closes and John and Kenny are alone.
After an awkward moment, John heads back towards the bedroom.
“You can change out here if you would like, just let me know when I can come out.” Kenny nods as he shuts the door.
Kenny zips open her duffle bag, pulling out a skimpy hot pink bikini and tossing it on the couch.
She then pulls her shirt up and over her head, removes her bra and tosses them on the couch as well.
Meanwhile, John is in the bedroom changing.
His mind wonders, imagining the young girl on the other side of the door changing as well.
His dick starts to grow, thinking of her smooth skin and lovely curves.
He gets is trunks on and waits until Kenny is ready.
Kenny finishes getting changed, purposely leaving her bra and panties on the top of her clothes pile on the couch.
“HURRY UP LOOSER!!!!” She yells as she opens the sliding glass door and gets a running jump into the pool.
John hears her yelling and the splash of the water.
He exits his rooms and walks towards the patio.
As he slides open the door, he notices the pile of cloths lying on the couch.
He feels his cock twitch as he walks outside and jumps into the pool as well.
“And I’m not a looser!” He says to her as he grabs her and they start to wrestle in the water.
As they play around, he feels his manhood start to grow.
He grabs hold of her by her waist and pulls her against him.
“Ha, I win.” He says as he holds her close, not letting her go.
Kenny squirms playfully trying to get loose, although she knows she doesn t want to go away.
As she is held there, she can feel him poking her ass.
This is the perfect moment.
She thought to herself and a sly grim came across her face.
Without warning she starts to grind her behind against him.
She feels his hard-on grow even bigger and his grip on her loosen.
She wiggles one hand free and quickly slides it into his trunks, gripping his cock in her hand and jerking it slowly underwater.
She hears him moan softly turns around to face him.
“You feel a little constrained,” she says to him seductively, “Let me help you.” She states before pulling his trunks down and letting his cock free.
John reaches behind her and slips both his hands under her bikini bottoms, squeezing at her round ass as she grabs his cock and jerks him hard.
After minutes of torture, John pushes her away, turns her against the pool wall, and lifts her up to sit on the edge.
Without wasting a moment, he pulls her bottoms off and spreads her legs.
“Two can play that game.” He says to her as he gives her already swollen clit a few licks and then starts to suck on her.
She tosses her head back in pleasure as she pulls her top up and tweaks at her nipples.
John continued to go to town on her soaked pussy, licking up and down her slit and flicking his tongue on her clit before sucking on it.
She gasps, letting out moan after moan, her legs shaking with pleasure and she begs him not to stop.
He continues, reaching into the water to stroke himself slowly.
“Don’t stop.” she stammers between her heavy breaths.
Kenny’s body tenses as her legs shake more.
A strong orgasm takes hold of her body as she lets out a quiet yelp, pulling her sensitive body away from John’s relentless licking.
As Kenny regains her breath, John gets out and dries off.
Kenny can t help but stare at his glistening body as he finishes drying off.
“Get up,” he says to her, “if you think we are finished, you have another thing coming.” She lets out a low moan at his assertiveness and stands in front of him.
He guides her inside and lays her on the couch.
Without any hesitation he gets on top of her and slips into her waiting pussy.
Her body shivers as she feels his cock fill her up.
Wasting no time, he starts to pound her pussy hard and slow.
She moans and starts to rub her still sensitive clit fast.
“Harder, give it to me.” She pants.
He does as she says and pounds her harder, his balls slapping against her ass.
He can feel her pussy walls clench against his hard cock as he pushes in deep.
“Fuck me!” she stammers as she rubs her clit and pulls on her nipple with her free hand.
With no warning, Kenny screams as her second orgasm rushes over her body.
John continues to relentlessly pound her and she continues to rub her clit dry.
After what seems like the longest, most pleasurable orgasm in all of history, Kenny unclenches her muscles and catches her breath; John still penetrating her deep.
“Open up.” He says to her as he pulls out, stroking his cock hard and fast.
He grunts as he shoots his loads at her.
He covers her face with a massive load, shooting a good bit into her mouth.
She smiles and gladly swallows it all.
Both sit on the couch, panting and regaining composure.
“Wow, that was great.” he says softly.
“Yes it was,” Kenny replies, “Would you mind putting my clothes away while I go clean up? Don’t want Lacy to get any ideas.
He nods and they go their separate ways…for now.
To be continued.
A Daughter’s Dream, part one: Secrets
“But you can’t tell anyone, ever, okay?” “Sure.” “Promise?” “Sure, promise.” Lisa frowned.
They were sitting cross-legged on her bed, facing each other, their foreheads so close they almost touched.
“I’m your best friend, forever.
Whatever it is, it’s safe with me.
You know that.” “I know.” Rachel sighed.
“It’s just…
it’s so weird, it really freaks me out.” “But you said it was a dream, right? Whatever it is, it’s just a dream.
You can tell me.
It’s not like I don’t have gross dreams once in a while.
Remember when I told you…” “But it’s not just that! It’s…
okay, I’ll just tell you.
But you must promise that you won’t be…
that you won’t think I’m crazy and run off screaming, okay?” “I won’t,” Lisa said solemnly.
“I’ll always be your BFF, no matter what.” “Okay.” Rachel swallowed and put a hand to her forehead as if to shield her eyes from Lisa’s, then thought better of it and instead grabbed a pillow, hugged it hard and forced her body to relax.
“Alright, so I was in a huge building of some kind, like school, only it wasn’t school.
I think you were there, too, but I’m not sure…
you know how it is with people in dreams.” “They come and go.” “They come and go.
I think you were with me when we went up the stairs, endless stairs and this dream-feeling like you’re dragging your feet through jelly.
Then we’re on the second floor and this woman is calling from one of the classrooms, she’s kind of like Mrs Rumbach only about three times more fat and her voice is ten times louder.
Says I’m late and I need to come in and I don’t want to but it’s dragging me there, and when I’m in it’s something like a theater, there’s a huge auditorium and a small stage where Mrs Rumbach is doing some kind of magic show, you know with bunnies in top hats and cutting people in half and stuff.
I think I got that from the stupid movie we watched the other day, Risa and I, I don’t remember the name.
Whatever.
She drags me up the stairs to the stage and then it’s not Mrs Rungen anymore but an old guy with an incredibly long face like from a cartoon, and he’s dangling this thing in front of my eyes, I think it was one of those magic eye pendants like the one Jenny has, and he’s making all those humming noises to make me fall into a trance.
But I don’t, I resist, or well I try to resist and I hear him saying that when he touches me I’m gonna fall asleep and when I wake the first man I see will be the love of my life…” “Whoa,” Lisa breathed into the silence after Rachel’s voice had trailed off unexpectedly.
“I never remember that much, I mean, you could write novels…” “But that’s not it, that’s not it.
It’s…
okay, so he says that and I try to make fun of him but it gets dark, he’s coming closer and his hand is coming closer and it’s pale and with these ugly long and dirty fingernails, like Paul’s only much grosser, and then…
damn it.” “Damn what?” “Do you ever have these times when you awake like you’ve been drowning and not noticing it and it feels like you have to fight for your life the moment you wake up? When you’re so full of adrenaline that you feel like you could start running away or punching someone in the face but in fact you’re so shocked just by this moment, this moment of waking up that you’re glued to the spot, sweating and cursing and catching your breath and hating the person or thing that woke you up?” “I think so…
I tend to forget things like that.
But I know what you mean.
Whoa.” “Yeah, whoa.
Only it’s…
alright, so something touches me on the cheek, there, just where this creepy magician guy was going to, and I wake up and gasp and almost kick the hand away, if you know what I mean, but it’s just Dad coming to get me because I forgot to turn on the alarm clock after the weekend.
You’d think I’d know better by now, but it’s…” Lisa blinked into the silence left by Rachel’s unfinished last sentence, frowning.
“Wow, I mean, sounds like a real fright.
But what…” “It worked.” “What do you mean, it…
oh.” “The hypnosis thing.
It’s…
it’s crazy, I know, but when I woke up and I stared up at my father’s face…” Rachel buried her head in her hands, shaking with silent sobs.
“It’s so stupid, because I know it’s just a stupid dream, and even in reality this wouldn’t work, but now I can’t stop thinking about…” She looked up, her eyes red-rimmed and wide open, staring at Lisa as if looking for salvation in her face.
“I think I’m in love with my Dad,” she whispered, as if she couldn’t believe it herself.
“Oh,” Lisa repeated.
Then, with a thoughtful glance somewhere to her right, she said, “Well, he is kind of cute.” Rachel stared at her friend for a few seconds, at a loss for words.
“What?” she finally managed.
“I mean, okay he’s graying at the temples, but he’s handsome for his age, and he’s nice…
or at least he’s nice to me when I’m at your place, so…” “But he’s my Dad!” Rachel protested, her anguish and confusion finally boiling to the surface.
“I mean, I’m telling you that I’m in love with, with my Dad, and all you’re saying is, he’s nice? I mean…” “Hey.
Hey.” Realizing that Rachel was close to tears, Lisa moved closer to her, laid an arm around her shoulder and hugged her reassuringly.
“Hey, I’m your BFF, okay? What am I gonna say, call you a crazy pervert?” She said the last words with a laugh to take the sting out of them, but to her surprise Rachel just nodded.
“Yeah, something like that.
Because it is! I mean, it is perverted, isn’t it? It’s…” — she whispered the word — “incest.” “Yeah…
so what.” Rachel shrugged, giving her friend another hug, then cupped Rachel’s face in her hands.
“Look at me.
It’s okay, okay? It’s not like you’re to blame for anything.
I mean, love comes and goes, you know that.
And even if it doesn’t go away, hey, it’s not a catastrophe.
Really.
I mean…
listen.” Composing herself, Lisa sat back and looked at her friend.
“I don’t know if that’ll make you feel better, but I think everybody has feelings like that once in a while.
I mean, I was completely sure that I wanted to marry Daddy up until I was, like, nine years old…
but yeah, I know what you’re going to say.
That’s different.
But, listen.
I didn’t tell you this becaus I thought it was kind of gross, but of course that was stupid, I mean, you’re my BFF, you should know everything.
And you can tell me everything, ’cause that’s what friends are there for, right? So.
A few weeks ago, I think it was that Saturday after we watched the Pirates of the Caribbean movie, I was, well…
I was here, doing myself, if you know what I mean.” Rachel flushed a little, thinking of the times she’d done it, hiding herself under her bedsheet, face and all, and biting her lips so she wouldn’t make a sound.
As if reading her thoughts, Lisa said, “Well, we all do it, don’t we?” and gave a little laugh.
“Anyway, I think I must have rocked the bed a little, or I don’t know what, but somehow Rick must have noticed.” Rachel’s eyes widened in surprise.
Rick was Lisa’s older brother; he was twenty-one and Rachel thought he was a little stupid, even though she’d had a crush on him once in her early teens.
“At least I think so,” Lisa continued, “because he suddenly crashed into my room, all flushed and breathing heavily and I swear there was quite a pole under his pajama pants…
I guess he’d heard something and listened at my door and got some fantasies about, like, joining in.” She gave another laugh, this one even a little more uneasy-sounding than the first.
“Anyway I asked him what he was thinking he was doing and he got all confused and stuttered something I couldn’t understand before he chickened out and ran.
I almost pitied him then and there, but I mean, come on.
What did he think, that I’d just say, I’m in the mood already so come on and fuck me?” Rachel could not suppress a giggle at her friend’s shameless use of language, and from the grin Lisa cast her in return she could tell that this had been her point exactly.
“So…
you think he’s…
I mean, Rick wants to have sex with you?” “From the size of his hard-on, I’d say that’s a yes,” Lisa replied, still grinning.
“But anyway, what I was saying is that it’s really nothing to be ashamed of.
To be completely honest, I was actually considering taking him up on it, Rick I mean, like going to his room just to see what would become of it right after I chased him away…
I mean I didn’t, but the thought was there, you know?” “Wow,” Rachel said after a moment’s consideration.
“I wouldn’t have thought…
I mean…” “And then, let’s be honest,” Lisa interrupted her with a mischievous smile, “you’ve always had something of a soft spot for the older guys, didn’t you?” If Rachel had been flushed before, now she turned positively pink and shivered.
Her first time had been with a PE teacher during sports camp, a youngish-looking thirty-something who’d clearly had some experience seducing little girls; he had fondled and kissed and licked her all over until she came, then taken her virginity while she was basking in the afterglow, so soft and wet it almost didn’t hurt.
Then there had been the brief but intense episode with her singing teacher, a somewhat less-than-attractive middle-aged guy who liked touching his female students’ breasts as he corrected their pose; emboldened by her experience at the sports camp, she had positively seduced him, and for some weeks she’d spent almost every other night at his place doing unspeakable things while her parents thought that she was staying over at Lisa’s, who covered for her with what seemed like improper amusement at her friend’s rut.
“Well, yeah, but…” Rachel began.
“What kind of love?” Lisa asked before she could finish the thought.
“I mean, do you love him like, oh he’s so nice, I want to spend my life with him? I don’t think so, right, because let’s face it, you are spending your life with him already.
Do you love him like, I want to kill my Mom and take her place? No, didn’t think so.
So it’s what, he’s so hot and I want to have sex with him all day if everybody else would please just look the other way?” “I, erm…” “You’re having fantasies about him?” Rachel could not look at Lisa anymore; while she was thankful for her friend’s high spirits and her easy-going manner, she still felt uneasy talking about these things in such a way.
“I keep getting those dreams,” she finally replied, still staring at a random boy group poster on Lisa’s bedroom wall.
“I’m…” “Daydreams, right? And you get off on them?” “I…” Rachel thought of the hours spent under her blanket, hiding from the world, her own breathing her sole companion while she indulged in her guilty fantasies and rubbed and pinched herself to orgasm.
“Well, yes,” she finally admitted with a sigh.
“But I can’t…
I mean, we can’t…” “Look.” Once again, Lisa regarded her with an expression that seemed to say ‘this is serious business now, so you better listen closely and shut your mouth’.
Rachel blinked, shut her mouth, and listened closely.
“There’s something else I never told you.
It’s not about me, I’ve got no secrets from you anymore, okay? It’s something somebody else told me, under threat of murder if I ever told anyone else.
Now if I tell you anyway, that doesn’t mean I’ll do the same with what you told me, because you’re my BFF and that girl wasn’t, isn’t, and will never be, no matter what she imagines in her head.
Besides, I only tell you this because I think you really need to hear it.
Okay?” “Okay.” “Cynthia from B class? She and her dad, they’re an item.
Sexually, I mean.” “What?” “Christine told me, because she said she had to share it with someone or she’d explode.
I don’t think anyone else knows, because well, if it got out I guess that would be pretty much the end for both of them.
But from what Christine said, it seems like they’re pretty much a permanent arrangement, if you can believe it.” “What?” Rachel felt dizzy, dumbstruck.
“I mean, how…” “I’m afraid she was a little sketchy on the lurid details.
But according to Christine they’ve been going at it for some time now and she says it’s mutual, so it’s not like he’s sexually abusing her or anything.
If you can believe it, that is.
But then apparently she had some sort of breakdown at one point and told Christine, who told her to get professional help, effectively breaking up their friendship.” “Wow,” was all Rachel could say as she tried to wrap her head around the idea.
She thought of Cynthia, tall and blonde and self-assured as hell, coming home after school to greet her father with a passionate kiss; she imagined the sexual tension between them growing as they went about their day’s work, finally culminating in a spontaneous fuck on the couch, and she felt a familiar itch beginning to burn between her thighs at the thought.
Lisa must have guessed from the look on her face, because she gave a dirty smile and said, “Girl, I think you really need to get laid.” “I know!” Rachel protested.
“I’ve been trying to work up a mind to hook up with somebody, you know, more normal, more realistic, for ever since…
I’ve even tried to feel something for Mike again, but…” “I know,” Lisa said comfortingly.
Mike had been Rachel’s first and as yet only ‘official’ boyfriend, but their affair had lasted no longer than a few weeks.
“You can no more make yourself fall in love than you can make yourself fall out of love.
You’re always thinking about Him, aren’t you?” Lowering her gaze like the penitent sinner she was, Rachel said, “Yes.” “So the matter is clear.
You need to get laid by him.” “What?” Rachel’s hazel eyes went wide with shock.
“No! I mean, I can’t…” “Oh yes, you can.
And you must.
Because I see how this is breaking you apart, and I won’t let it.
And before you start to scream, listen.
If it doesn’t work, fine, then at least your illusions will be shattered and you will be free to go on to something else.
Someone else, okay? And if it does, well, all your dreams will be fulfilled.” “But it’s…” Rachel looked for the word to best describe her agony, could not find it, and settled for “perverted!” “So? I’ll tell you what.
Pervertedness is what good sex is all about.
If it were normal and ordinary and everybody would say, hey, why not, it couldn’t be good sex; I mean, there is a reason why we do it in the night with nobody looking.
Well, most of us do.” She laughed.
“So just sit back and listen for a moment while I tell you how.” Rachel sat back and listened with growing disbelief to her best friend’s impromptu plan for hooking her up with her father.
“No,” she said when Lisa was finished, trying to keep her thighs from clenching together rhythmically to scratch her itch; “No way in hell that’s gonna work.” “Oh but it will,” Lisa insisted, grinning broadly now with what seemed like very inappropriate satisfaction.
“And I’m ready to wager.” “What?” “A bet.
You try it, do what I just told you, and if for some miraculous reason it doesn’t work…
I’ll do the same with Rick.” Rachel realized that she was getting repetitive, but all she managed was another “What? You’re…” “You heard me right.
If your dad doesn’t fall for it, I’m gonna let Rick screw me.
Deal?” The crazy itch was spreading through Rachel’s belly and abdomen now and threatening to take over her entire body; it was all she could do to keep herself from shaking.
“You’re…
you’re crazy, Lisa.
Crazy.
And I need to go pee.” Interposing herself between Rachel and the edge of the bed, Lisa held out a hand for her to shake.
“Deal?” Her vision spinning from getting up too quickly, Rachel shook her head but took the hand anyway.
“I don’t…
okay.
Deal.” “Deal.” Lisa grinned, anticipation in her eyes.
“Now you can go.” (to be continued — if you like it)
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