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Accidental

By: sisook



Angela was looking forward to getting some rest once she got into town. It was late and she was really tired from the long day she had. She just wanted to get to her parents house to get away from her lived in boy friend for the night especially after their argument. She knew that her mother Carol would be staying at her grand-mothers house to help take care of her while she was sick. She also knew that her step-dad would be going to the grandmothers when he gets of work to join his wife Carol. She finally arrived to their home and pulled into the driveway. She didn't worry about nosey neighbors since both she and her mother drove the same type of car. Using her spare key to get in Angela took her clothes off and placed it into the washing machine then headed to the bathroom for a long hot bath. Angela admired her slim body as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was 5' 6", weighing a well placed 110lbs. At 8 her petite body turned plenty of heads. After a few minutes of watching herself she decided to get some sleep. Putting on nothing but a oversized tee shirt that just barely covered the bottom of her firm ass, she slid into her parents queen sized bed and went to sleep.

It was a matter of hours when her stepfather Derrick finally arrived home surprised to see his wife's car at the house. Since it was after 12:30 in the morning he decided he would not wake her when he got in. Derrick took his shower and headed into their bedroom to get some sleep as well. He didn't bother to put on any clothes since he always slept in the nude. The room was pitch black due to the curtains being drawn and he didn't bother turning on the lights in fear of waking who he thought was Carol in their bed. Derrick slide under the covers next to Angela who was sleeping with her back towards him. Derrick spooned next to her and held her in his arms. He then became aware that his wife wasn't wearing any underwear. It's been over two months since they last had sex due to their having to stay at the mothers house to take care of her. This made Derrick immediately hard. Not wanting to wake who he thought was his wife Derrick slide back out of the bed and headed to the bathroom to get some baby oil. Derrick took the oil and used it to lube up his 14inch wrist thick cock so that he would not shock her to much out of her sleep. Carol was never able to take the full 14 inch of his monster cock into her but he was damn sure going to feed it into her tight hole tonight. Derrick walked back into their dark bedroom to slip into bed. Spooning next to his wife again he reached around her to massage her breast not paying to much attention to how her breast was able to fit more perfectly into his hands as he massaged her tits. Angela opened her eyes when she felt someone next to her. Remembering where she was she realized that it must be her father thinking it was her mother in bed with him. 

The next thing she felt took her by total surprise. She felt the wet warmth of tip of his massive head pushing it's way into her tight wet opening. The lubrication on his cock made it easier for him to push into her. She tried to pull away from him but he grabbed her around her slim waist. With a gentle thrust he pushed the head inside with a pop. she felt her lips stretch wider than they ever have before and wrap tightly around his intruding member. They closed around the ridge of the bulbous glands at the start of the long shaft. She breathed in heavily at the first feeling of his immensely thick penis. He did not move for a few minutes to allow her to get accustomed to his size. Then he began the slow descent into her hot, tight tunnel. Her pussy felt as if it were being ripped. "He is so thick", She thought to herself. He continued to push, gradually pulling back then slowly pushing again. Inch after inch of his super hard cock flesh was entering into her slick tightness and eventually his 14 inch was embedded completely. She screamed with each thrust uggggh, nooooo, as his thick cock was touching her deeper than she had ever been touched. Derrick's incestuous cock was unknowingly sawing into his daughter's tight pussy as she clamped down onto his unbelievably large cock. She could feel his balls smashed up against her tight ass. She could not help but think of how heavenly it felt and then the realism struck that it was her father's cock that was buried so deep inside her pussy; her father's cock that was raping her tight pussy.

After a little while he began to move, slowly at first, then much more quickly. He felt for the first time as his cock pulled all the way out and then slid back in, all the way. Never before has his wife ever been able to take all of his massive cock. This explains why she seems to be trying to pull away from him. He did not care at this point, for three years she would only allow him to put his cock in only half way. Not tonight! Tonight he was going to give her a good fucking no matter how much she screamed. Over and over he pounded into her pussy which seemed a lot tighter than usual as his cock glistened more and more with her flowing juices. The shaft was now coated with her excited pussy. With each thrust of his manhood, screams and moans exited her throat. She was definitely a screamer tonight he thought. This excited Derrick further which caused him to roll her flat onto her belly. This move also caused Angela's mouth to become muffled into the pillow. Derrick was now unwittingly sliding his cock deeper into his step-daughters well fucked pussy. She could feel his cum-carrying balls slamming against her tight ass.

She could feel his cock head pounding up inside of her. She could do nothing but grab the sheets as he started fucking her harder. In this position his cock felt even bigger and longer. He was thrusting into her much deeper now. From the fucking that father was giving her, her emotions were running wild, and her immense orgasm was racing forward. With every powerful thrust he lifted her body right off the bed. He reached forward and pushed her T-shirt up revealing my breasts. He grasped under her body and grabbed the full flesh of her breast in his hands and massaged them. Her nipples perked up further against his palms. He then began pumping his cock at a furious pace. His hips became a blur as He drove the fourteen inches of flesh in and out of her. Suddenly withdrawing completely and then slamming completely into her, he erupted into her like a volcano. His hot baby making cum shot spurt after spurt deep within her as she violently came on his throbbing monster. He slumped over her and went to sleep with his thick cock still lodged into her aching pussy.

Accidental Adam



"Come on Adam, it'll be great," Ken cajoled.

"You can go, I already told you that you don't need me there," Adam responded for the umpteenth time in two days.

"I'm the new kid in town, I can't just show up uninvited, plus I won't know anyone there. You have to come with me." Ken pleaded in a whiney voice.

"Fine," Adam said in defeat, his shoulders slumping as he finally gave into the avalanche of nagging his brother had put him through. "What are we going to do for costumes?" he asked, dreading the response.

"You won't regret it. I promise this will be the best Halloween party ever!" Ken ignored the shake of Adam's head and the look of martyrdom on his face. "I've got the costumes covered. Do you know nothing about me?" he said, grinning widely.

"Oh God," Adam groaned. 

"I promise something macho and manly. Just because I prefer a bit of bling doesn't mean I will force it on you," Ken laughed. "Not that you wouldn't look stunning as a drag queen with those legs," he teased and moved to safety behind the kitchen bench before Adam launched a cushion from the couch at him. "It's hard enough to meet a nice guy in this town without you giving him mixed signals," he continued to laugh as Adam pulled a face in mock disgust and threw a second cushion.

"I think its fairy obvious which side of the fence I play on. Just don't make me regret this," Adam huffed, already regretting giving in to Ken's nagging.

For a city of several thousand, Adam hated that he and his ex-girlfriend, Maddy, still seemed to run into each other constantly, and he was sure tonight would be no different. They maintained too many mutual friends and acquaintances. Although they had broken up amicably over a year ago now, he still had no desire to see his ex with someone new when his own love life was so lacking. Still with costumes involved, there was always the hope that he wouldn't recognise her in the crowd. It was a slim chance but a chance none the less.

He had every reason to hold a grudge but he didn't. She had left him with huge debts that she had hidden until he discovered the bills. She had said she had been paying them and he was sure that she had meant to catch up, but they hit the point of no return and their electricity had been turned off. She had been hiding a lot of money problems and, when he finally had enough, she left him with large debts and a lease on a house he could no longer afford on his own. 

Despite that, he remembered the good things about her, her generosity and kindness, her laughter and humour and the sound of her orgasms. Oh how he missed the sex.

They had ended it amicably after both growing tired of the constant bickering over their finances. They had divided up the assets and the debts evenly, possibly too evenly if he was honest about it, but he cared enough about her to not force her to move back home to her parents and the suffocation she felt from them.

Having Ken move in was a godsend for both of the brothers. It relieved some of the financial burden for Adam and gave Ken the opportunity to escape the old school values of their parents more easily than otherwise might have been the case for the young university graduate. The fact that his brother was flamboyant and was enjoying his new sense of freedom to its fullest didn't bother Adam unless he was getting dragged into some scheme as he was tonight.

He dreaded to think about what type of costume Ken would give him to wear and dismally he hoped that it would render him unrecognisable to anyone he might know at the party. He didn't have long to wait.

"Taadaah!" Ken sashayed into the room holding two costumes. "Which would you like to be tonight? The sexy nurse?" He waggled his eyebrows. "Or the manly fireman, hero and protector of the people?"

"Just give me the damn costume," Adam groaned. "Leave some hot water for me," he called as Ken made a bee line for the bathroom. He had been pleasantly surprised by the costume choice but he still wasn't going to make his acceptance of going to this party easy on Ken.

*****

"Why did I let you talk me into this," Adam groaned, throwing the heavy jacket into the back of the car and climbing into the driver's seat.

"Because you're the awesome big brother who loves me like the little sister he never had," Ken grinned.

Adam rolled his eyes dramatically but acknowledged that Ken was partially right. He did feel protective toward him. He had been his brother's keeper since for as long as he could remember. One of the joys of living in the rural town was that the school campuses were all nestled together so that, despite the gap in their ages, he had been able to keep an eye on his little brother and warn off any potential bullies.

"A little sister would have been easier to deal with," Adam grumbled teasingly. "You take longer to get ready than any girl I know."

"This kind of perfection takes time. I look gorgeous and you know it," Ken laughed. 

"That's one word for it," Adam smirked, but had long since given up trying to curtail his brother's choice of clothes. Whether dressed as a man or a woman he always made a statement, this particular outfit was possibly one of the more subdued numbers he had seen recently.

"So what's Maddy going as?" Adam asked, knowing Ken would have found out what his ex would be wearing.

"Cat," Ken replied abruptly.

"A cat?" Adam was startled by the tone in his voice.

"No! Cat!" Ken pointed out of the widescreen to the street before them. 

"Matilda!" A woman's voice shouted and though he didn't see the woman, he saw the cat. Adam braked hard and swerved, narrowly missing the cat but managing to hit a parked car on the other side of the road. Being in a suburban area, he hadn't been travelling at speed so the impact was minimal, but the crush of metal and glass told him there would be damage to both cars. Reversing and pulling into the curb, Adam jumped from the car to check behind him for the cat, not knowing for sure if he had swerved in time. Not seeing a cat on the road, he turn back to inspect the damage on his car and the one he had run into.

"Could have been worse," Ken said, appearing beside him. He looked around, "I'm guessing the owner of that car will be along in a minute."

"Matilda!" A woman yelled. "Matilda's in the tree!" The woman was a pretty blonde who was pointing at the tree and looking around for help. Adam could see it was the cat that he had almost hit that was stuck in the tree and he groaned, shaking his head. 

"Don't look at me," Ken held his hands up dramatically in a "can't touch this" way at the look Adam gave him. "I can't climb a tree in these heels, let alone a skirt this short! You're the fireman. Go save the woman's cat."

Adam couldn't believe the irony of the situation. Not seeing the owner of the other car approaching him yet, he approached the nearly hysterical woman, "Hey, calm down, I'll go get her," Adam said in a soothing tone. "Leave it to me." He smiled apologetically. "It's my fault she's in the tree." With that he began to climb, cursing himself for getting into this situation, he should have just stayed home and watched the football like he had planned.

Ken watched in amusement as Adam began to climb the tree. He knew his brother hated heights but would try and save the day like the good guy in a movie. It had always been that way with him, if anyone was in trouble Adam was there to save the day. He couldn't count the number of times Adam had helped him out of particularly messy situations. Ken looked up as another young woman came towards him from a neighbouring house. Her hand covered her mouth in shock looking at the cars.

"I don't suppose that's your car we bumped into?" Ken asked and the woman turned her wide eyed expression onto him. "I could pinch you so you know it's not a nightmare," Ken offered helpfully.

"Yeah, I saw the whole thing." She shook her head as if coming out of a daze. "It wasn't your fault," she said with a note of resignation in her voice and looking toward the pretty blonde who was still visibly upset and calling to her cat from beneath the tree. "Life sucks," she thought morosely as she inspected her car briefly and turned to watch the fireman clutching a large branch several metres from the ground and inching toward the cat. 

She had thought it was so sweet that one of the guys had gone to save the cat and had considered that maybe the accident was fate and she would finally meet a nice guy that wouldn't fawn all over Liz. Now not only was her car damaged but the first good looking guys she had met in ages were gay. She sighed again, at least no one was hurt and it got her away from her sister's manic preparations for her kids' Halloween sleep over.

"Don't worry, sweetie" Ken said in a conciliatory tone, hearing her sighs, "Adam's a good guy and he will take care of it. He has great insurance." Ken did his best to reassure her that they would make everything right.

"Rachel," she said distractedly, and at his inquiring look explained, "as opposed to sweetie."

"Oh Rachel honey, I call everyone sweetie. Even that big idiot brother of mine, up the tree," he chuckled. 

"Brother, not partner?" Rachel again looked at Ken with wide eyes.

"Ha, no Adam's as straight as they come, despite the best efforts of some of my friends to persuade him otherwise," he laughed lightly and looked back at the tree.

By this stage quite a crowd had gathered on the street, including several of the elderly neighbours who had come out from peaking behind their curtains to get a better look at what was going on.

"Matilda!" the blonde in skin tight active wear yelled again.

Adam could see and hear Ken and Rachel from his vantage point in the tree. He was glad she didn't seem angry that he had hit her car. At the prompt of the renewed yelling he reached his hand out to the cat, only to have it batted away by a sharp claw and an angry hiss. He saw a little old lady cross the road to stand near the cars rather than approaching the tree like everyone else who had come out to watch and the movement made him feel dizzy. "Fuck I hate heights! What on earth and I doing up here?!" His thoughts screamed at him and he clutched at the branch he was balanced on.

"Don't you worry, Dear, I called the emergency number. These dandy boys won't be going anywhere in a hurry," a frail looking older lady whispered loudly to Rachel, giving Ken a disgusted look. As if the words were heralding their arrival, a moment later sirens sounded close by and not only police but the real firemen and ambulance officers arrived on the scene. They parted the crowd to get close to where Adam was obviously having difficulty coaxing Matilda from the tree and moved everyone back a little way.

"Fuck," Adam groaned under his breath, "Why the hell did I come up here? I hate heights!" He looked own and felt another wave of dizziness. "Come on furball. Everyone is watching now."

"Ooh hello, handsome," Ken stepped forward as a fireman came toward him. "What can I, do.. for.. You."

"You know the guy in the tree?" His tone was abrupt and no nonsense.

"My brother Adam," Ken smiled, helpfully and hopefully.

"Thanks," the fireman turned back to the tree and raised a megaphone to his mouth, "Steady now Adam, we don't want you to fall from there."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Adam cursed under his breath. How could this be happening? He was just trying to help and now he was stuck in a great big bloody tree with a feral devil cat that wouldn't let him save it. 

"Don't worry, I'm good with pussies despite appearances," Ken announced and stepped under the tree. "Here pussy, pussy, come on," he pursed his lips and made kissing sounds. The cat immediately jumped into his arms. "See Adam, I told you I could get pussy if I wanted to," he laughed loudly up at his brother, who clung precariously to the branch.

"Oh for fuck's sake, piss off Ken," Adam hissed, realising to his horror that he would have to find a way out of this tree himself now. He looked down on the crowd below him and another small wave of dizziness hit him.

"You can come down now Adam," the fireman on the megaphone announced loudly.

"Yeah in a minute," he called back, his arms tightening around the branch.

"Seems he's still not so good with heights," Ken chuckled. "Vertigo," he explained further to the looks of confusion the others gave him.

"Why the hell did he climb a tree then?" Rachel blurted.

"Hero complex, I did mention he was a good guy, right?" Ken continued to chuckle, watching as the firemen continued to coax Adam from the tree now that the cat was safely on the ground.

"Come on Adam, the cat jumped, you can do it," one particularly burly fireman was saying. "Just let go, we got ya," he called louder than necessary, putting on a show for the onlookers.

Groaning at his own stupidity, he let go of the branch and fell, shouting in alarm as he dropped and bounced from the small inflatable mat that had been positioned below him on the ground. A loud cheer went up as the paramedics moved in to check him over.

"Ouch, that's gotta hurt," Rachel winced at the sound of him hitting the ground.

"Probably hurt his pride more than anything," Ken said, trying to stifle his laughter. "Nurse Ken to the rescue though." He grinned and sauntered toward where his brother was being helped to his feet by the paramedics.

It was Rachel's turn to laugh as Ken all but pranced over to where the firemen stood dismantling the cushion of air that had broken Adam's fall. She noted that he all but forgot his brother as he flirted outrageously with the men in uniform. 

The crowd started to dissipate and Rachel and turned to inspect the damage to her car again and talk to the police officer that approached her.

"Looks worse than it is. It's just the front side panel. Luckily he was already breaking when he swerved," the policeman said.

Shaking off any assistance from the paramedics, Adam pulled together what little dignity he had left and approached Rachel. Humiliated by the whole experience, he tried to ignore the woman whose cat had caused it all when she ran after him.

"Look I just wanted to say thanks," the blonde grinned. "I mean there was no need to go up there being afraid of heights and all if your friend could just get her down like that. Thanks though," she leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

"No worries," Adam groaned, just wanting the humiliation to end. "I was just trying to help after almost running over the cat, you know."

"Actually, I think it was pretty cool," Rachel butted into the conversation from behind him. "A lot of guys would be pretty pissed that your cat caused the accident, Liz," she said pointedly to the pretty blonde.

"Oh Matilda didn't mean it," Liz cuddled her cat to her chest. "You're cool with that, right?" She rested a hand softly on his arm and looked at him with wide blue eyes. She knew she was beautiful and she was used to getting her own way with men, even gay men.

"Yeah sure," Adam just wanted the whole scene to end. "No one got hurt and the cars can be fixed. I'll just grab my licence for you umm, Rachel?" He walked to his car inspecting the damaged bonnet on the way.

"Sorry I have to rush, but thanks again," Liz said. "I have a date," she said, pointedly looking at Rachel. "You hanging out with your sister again tonight, Rachel?"

Rachel gave her a look that said volumes about what she thought of the vain, vapid woman but she said nothing in return, rather focusing her attention on Adam. He was tall and good looking, she wondered if he had a girlfriend. "Of course a guy like that has a girlfriend," she thought. Nice guys like that don't stay single long, that's for sure.

Adam remained aloof and distracted as he and Rachel exchanged details. He was embarrassed about the scene that had occurred and wanted to get away from it as soon as possible. His car wasn't drivable, so he left it there on the side of the road to be picked up by a tow truck from his insurance company the next day. Ken called them a taxi, declaring that the party would take his mind off everything and was a much better alternative to going home.

"Now that you're not driving there's no excuse not to relax and have a drink at this party, who knows you might meet some nice girl to take your mind off things," Ken grinned as he fished the fireman's coat from the back seat. "Nice to meet you Rachel, maybe we'll run into you again someday," he chuckled at his own joke and pushed his brother toward the waiting taxi.

Rachel watched them going. Adam was single, shit, why hadn't she been brave enough to find out before they left. She looked back at the cars; berating herself for not seizing the opportunity to get to know the guys better.

*****

The atmosphere at the party was festive. The hosts had gone to a lot of trouble with decorations and spooky treats. Ken immediately got into the spirit of things and became a social butterfly, leaving Adam to mingle on his own with friends he hadn't seen for a while for fear of coming into contact with his ex, Maddy.

He had begun to release all the tension he felt from the scene on the way to the party when Maddy arrived. "Fuck," he said soft to no one in particular, "She did come as a cat." He looked around for Ken, but in a sea of costumes, spotting his brother was difficult. There were at least three sexy nurses in attendance and Adam admitted grudgingly that Ken pretty much out shone them all. Thinking that he recognised Ken's blonde wig, he touched the shoulder of a sexy nurse only to find himself looking into the face of the blonde woman whose cat had caused the earlier accident.

"Fuck," he said, "I mean sorry, I was looking for my brother. You haven't seen him have you?"

"You thought I was your brother," Liz all but yelled, anger coloured her face. "I will have you know that I have been on the covers of some big name magazines! I am a super model and you thought I was your brother!" her voice was rising in pitch as she began her rant.

"Oh fuck I am so sorry, I wasn't really looking I just saw the hat," he tried to head off the inevitable argument when Ken arrived.

"Sweetie you wish you looked as good as I do in this outfit," Ken sashayed through a three step catwalk impersonation. "Besides this big idiot saved your cat earlier as if you don't remember so just chill and enjoy the party." Ken pulled Adam away from the stunned beauty, "I have a guy for you to meet."

"Gay guys," Liz rolled her eyes. They all pretended they didn't notice how gorgeous she was but she knew she could have anyone of them, they were just men after all and she hadn't met one yet she could get to do her bidding. She laughed to herself; those two already had done her bidding earlier when they had saved Matilda. Feeling better that the world had been made right again, she turned back to her companions and the elaborate story she had concocted as to why the guy she had invited had stood her up.

Adam was doing his best to avoid Maddy and her new boyfriend. He caught up with friends he hadn't seen for a while during his self-imposed exile from the group. The group had been hanging out together since high school almost and he admitted it was time to branch out and find some new friends to add to the mix. He was standing with a group of guys he used to run track with when Maddy finally tracked him down.

"Hey there stranger," she leaned in to kiss his cheek and he smiled.

"Hey yourself. You're looking good," he said with sincerity and a small hint of regret.

"You too," she inspected him. "Fireman suits you, always rushing off to help damsels in distress. I heard about your adventure on the way to the party," she said trying not to smile.

"Oh God," he groaned. 

"You were always the hero type; I was expecting a super hero costume though. What happened to your obsession with the Avengers?" she teased. 




Accidental Adam



"Alter ego," Ken said coming to his rescue again. "All the best superheroes have them." He hugged Maddy tightly. "Great to see you gorgeous, now come tell me what has been happening in your life girlfriend, I have missed you." He led her off to another part of the house and Adam watched them go. He knew he was better off without the worry and the lies, but he missed her and what they had had together.

He grabbed a beer and went out to the back yard to catch up with another old friend. The party wound on and, not able to get into the swing of things with this crowd which was always more of Maddy's friends than his, he went to sit on a comfortable looking couch in a corner of the large deck and watch the party from there as he drank his beer. It was always fun to see the costumes people picked to wear and how it told a little bit about their personality. He found it amusing to guess the ones that had been bullied into questionable costume choices by their wives and girlfriends. Once again he silently thanked Ken for his understated manly looking costume. 

For a long time Adam sat alone within a crowd of people at the party, still stinging from the bark scratches and the blow to his pride that he had incurred earlier that evening when a strangely familiar voice said his name.

"Adam isn't it?" Liz said as she hovered above him.

"Could this night get any worse?" he thought to himself and he recognised the young woman from earlier. Out loud he said, "Yeah and your Liz, right? Look sorry about earlier I just wasn't thinking."

"Did your date stand you up too?" she asked in a sulky voice. 

"Nope, she's over there having fun," he chuckled, pointing at his brother who was talking to a small group of men, thinking she would get the joke but instead she seemed to tilt her head and eye him speculatively. 

"I just realised I hadn't thanked you for helping Matilda today," Liz grinned. She had no doubt about her own powers of seduction and, while she wouldn't sleep with just anyone, she decided it was time to show this gay man how good sex with a real woman could be. She was stinging with the rejection of being stood up for the first time in her life and needed to prove she was still as sexy and desirable as she had always been. What better way than to get this guy to change teams.

"No need, like I said I was just trying, unsuccessfully I might add, to help after almost running her over," Adam waved his hand as if to brush away the thanks.

"Oh but I have the perfect reward for you. Come with me... it won't take long I promise," she was confident in her own abilities and, being that he was certainly a novice at the ways of women, she didn't think it take longer than a few minutes for this guy to blow his bolt.

"It's really not necessary," he tried to prevaricate. The few beers he had imbibed on an empty stomach and his wounded ego made him less inclined to fight the tugging on his arm and creating a scene, so he followed her. She led him to a bedroom and before he could think to protest, she pushed him down onto the bed and straddled his thighs. Leaning over and brushing against him sinuously, she kissed him with a hot wet open mouth, her tongue exploring his surprised response.

"God," he thought. It had been so long since he had been kissed like that and he gave way to what was happening with no further resistance. In his semi-drunk state, he decided that if she wanted to give him a thank you fuck, who was he to turn it down. One night stands weren't his thing as a rule but this chick was like a succubus and he was rapidly becoming her willing accomplice in his own demise.

He touched her gently on her sides, slowly lifting her shirt, over her stomach, over her breasts, over her head. He threw it across the room. Then he reached back with one hand and undid her bra, taking it off as well to follow her shirt. He reached up and cupped both breasts, lightly teasing her nipples. She started to squirm. He tore his mouth away from hers, and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it. 

"Oh yeah," Liz murmured, enjoying the feel of his hand and mouth. Even the gay guys couldn't resist her. She enjoyed a few minutes of this attention and then she began to tug at his shirt to pull it off. She was hot and horny and feeling aggressive after being stood up by her boyfriend. She finally got him to sit up and pulled the shirt off over his head, pressing against him to feel the warmth of skin on skin only to find that his arms locked around her and he rolled her to her back, pinning her there and kissing her deeply with that hot wet mouth of his. "Fuck this guy knew how to kiss," she thought and considered if all gay guys kissed like that.

She brought up both of her hands and placed them on his smooth chest, stroking over to his shoulders, down his arms, to his waist. Then she reached down and undid his belt, his jeans button, his zipper. She reached her hand into his pants to stroke the rapidly swelling hot shaft of his cock. She stretched her hands back to his ass and started to push his jeans down. He sensed what she needed, stood up. He took the rest of his clothes off, slowly while she rapidly kicked off her skinny jeans and let them fall in a heap beside the bed.

She sat up and looked at him. Lord he was beautiful. He was tall and lean, but everything was in proportion. Why did all the gorgeous guys have to be gay, she lamented but smiled as her eyes took in his cock. She need that cock tonight and she was more than pleased to see his answering smile as her eyes travelled back up to his face.

"So why did you bring me back here? Something about a reward for services rendered?" He smirked, the alcohol giving him more confidence than he usually possessed. 

"I needed to thank you properly and perhaps show you what sex with a real woman is like," she said boldly, feeling her sexual aggression return and make her hot for him in a way she hadn't counted on. Maybe it was because she knew his boyfriend was out at the party probably looking for him while she was converting him to pussy worship in here. The whole idea of it thrilled her and fed her already overblown ego.

She licked her lips, got up and walked over to him. She kissed him full on the mouth, teasing him with her tongue. She reached down and lightly touched the tip of his dick with her fingers, then wrapping her hand around him; she started to stroke him from base to tip. She slowly lowered to her knees, kissing her way down his body, nipping with her teeth. When she finally got to her knees, she looked at the object of her fascination. He was larger than any guy she had ever been with, but not too large. 

She looked up at him, saw he was waiting anxiously for what she was going to do. She kissed the tip, and then ran her tongue along the underside of his cock; starting by his balls and ending at the very tip, where she swirled her tongue around it before finally taking him in her mouth. She started slow, letting the anticipation build. She took as much as she could, slowly released him, and started over again. She really enjoyed sucking cock, and it showed. Her enthusiasm for it was starting to mount. Her pace quickened, her grip tightened; then suddenly she reached her right hand and cupped his balls, gently tickling. She pressed her thumb to the sensitive spot underneath his balls that she knew would drive him crazy. As her head bobbed up and down she stroked this spot in time with her movements until he finally couldn't take anymore. 

He pulled her to her feet. "Your turn now," Adam growled. He pushed her up against the wall. He leaned down and took one nipple in his mouth, sucking strongly, while his other hand was pinching the other. Then he switched the attention. Suddenly he dropped to his knees, pulled her legs apart, shoved one leg over his shoulder, and kissed her pussy. He licked from the back to the front. She trembled in pleasure and thought her legs were going to give out on her. He grabbed her by the ass to hold her still and buried his face deep in her pussy. He licked, he bit, he sucked and finally he shoved two fingers into her dripping pussy. Clamping his lips around her clit, and sucking hard he was rewarded when her orgasm hit hard, slamming her back into the wall for balance. She came for what seemed an age. She had never experienced anything like it before. She fell to the floor. Her legs just couldn't hold her anymore.

He lifted her up and laid her on the bed. He came down over her and kissed her. "How do you like the way you taste?" 

"I love it," she whispered in a shaky voice.

"Hang on." He went to his jeans, thankful for the ever present condom his brother perpetually forced on him when they went out, then came right back. He hovered over her, lifted her hips, and then slowly entered her.

Her eyes closed of their own free will. She wrapped her arms around his back, her legs around his hips and held on. 

He started slowly, pulling all the way out, then all the way in. After a few minutes he increased his speed. Her hands stroked up and down his back. She just held on for the ride. "Fuck he missed sex since he had split up with Maddy," he thought as he savoured the feel of the beautiful woman beneath him. Then without ever leaving her, he rolled her to the top and moaned loudly as she sank down, taking all of him into her. 

She sat there for a second savouring the feel of the new position, and how deep he was, then she started to move slowly up and down his hard cock. She stayed down and ground her pelvis into his, which sent him even deeper into her. He met her every thrust. She reached down and rubbed her clit, riding him faster and faster as her second orgasm approached. She exploded. She couldn't even keep her pace anymore, so he lifted her and pounded her from the bottom. She cried out with her pleasure and she soaked his cock with cum.

She fell over to the side and looked at him through her lashes. "That was fantastic."

"Oh, I haven't even come yet, sweetheart. This isn't over." He moved to grab her again and rolled her onto her stomach, lifted her hips into the air, and he entered her from behind. She whimpered from the pleasure. She didn't think she could take too much more of this. Then he pulled out, stuck his middle finger into her, then re-entered her. 

Before she knew what was happening, he was teasing her asshole with his finger. He started to push a little. Realizing she wasn't protesting, he shoved his middle finger, wet with her own cum, deep into her, the whole time pounding away from the back. It took a minute, because she wanted to savour the feeling of having a finger in her ass, something she had never let anyone do to her before. She came for a third time from the sheer nastiness of this hot fuck. 

The feel of her climax finally sent him over the edge. He shoved into her, grunting with his release. He held her tightly until he was finally sated, then let her collapse with exhaustion to the bed, falling down beside her and rolling to look at her. The tussled hair and ruined makeup was a far cry from the glamorous girl who had entered the room and he was quite proud that he had caused that look to occur. She was still beautiful but in a whole different way. 

"My turn to say thank you?" he said, a sly grin curling the corners of his mouth. 

She didn't even have the strength to answer him. She just nodded her head and closed her eyes, and lifted her finger as if to say "Give me a minute," and he gave a soft chuckle, rolling onto his back and looking up at the ceiling. A minute later he sat up and began to pull his jeans back on.

"Better get back out there before Ken comes looking for me," Adam said, hating himself for leaving her here alone. She'd done him a favour, he had been wallowing in his own self-imposed exile since Maddy left but he knew now he needed someone in his life, not just for sex but it would be a start. He looked at the blonde speculatively. "Would you like me to call you, maybe?"

"Oh no baby," she said in a pitying tone. "This was a once off thing, to show you what you were missing." Still under the illusion that he was gay, she felt that she had done him a great service by having sex with him. It hadn't gone exactly as she planned; she certainly wasn't regretting the encounter. She just knew that no matter good they were in bed, sleeping with a gay guy was a one-time thing, just to prove she could get any guy she wanted.

"Great," he said, standing and pulling on his shirt. He was unsure if that was a good or a bad thing, but reassured himself that this chick already seemed like she would be too much hard work from the little he had seen of her today. Stuffing his socks in his pocket and slipping his shoes on, he turned to her a last time and said, "Well thanks again," feeling awkward.

"Just remember... girls are fun too, not all of them are as hot as me but they can be fun" she said with a smile and absolute sincerity. "Now run along and find your sexy nurse, I won't tell him if you don't." She winked and bent to retrieve her own clothes.

"Wait! What?" Adam stopped in the process of opening the door. Then his off-hand remark where he pointed out Ken as his date came back to mind and he laughed. He had been an ego fuck for the stuck-up bitch. He had seen models throw themselves at Ken just to prove they could get any guy they wanted, gay or not. Had he not just had great sex it could have been the final humiliation to top off an already dreadful day, but he shrugged it off as he left the room.

Thinking he had just dodged a bullet when she turned down giving him her number, he smiled to himself. He couldn't be mad about it. It had been great sex and had reminded him that it could be even better with someone he cared about. He consoled himself with the thought that she wouldn't be forgetting him for a while.

He grabbed a fresh beer and went to find Ken, feeling better than he had in a while and considering the other young woman at the accident today. He had her details maybe he could give her a call, remembering her smile her name came to mind, "Rachel," he said out loud. She had already seen him humiliate himself, so what did he have to lose.

*****



Accidental Adultery



NOTE: For young Bobby the accident left him with a sexual experience that he'd remember for the remainder of his life because it was with an adult woman. For Linda it awakened her interest in sex as a warm, live and fulfilling activity far removed from the imnpersonal relationship of dipping into the toy box to achieve some sort of satisfaction. Enjoy.

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Many summer afternoons at 1:00, after watching her must-see midday Soap on TV, Linda Guthrie strolled down to Athol's Beach two blocks away wearing her two-piece; it was too large to be called a bikini. For the walk it was hidden under her silk dressing gown, She carried her towel and beach bag and wore slip-ons, trendy sunglasses and a beach hat suitable for the conditions of the day. 

The millinery choice would range from an out-of-fashion garden party monster on a windless day to a beanie or perhaps one of her workaholic husband's golf caps on a windy anti-hat day.

The somewhat neglected n opportunist who'd plug her to their mutual climax and then disappear, having achieved his objective. 

However Linda tended not to see herself as being of interest to other men. Her husband Henry was a man of poor taste which explained everything about his water-thin interest in her. The truth was Henry had married her almost fifteen years earkuer to increase his chances of a senior partnership in Linda's father's law firm and that expectation had been met. 

Henry wasn't interested in women's body shape, whether they lubed well, would swallow for him or always wore sensible panties – and if they always wore them. Linda had met his requirements by having a father who owned a law firm. Moreover, it was like reading a blackboard with Hentry's ticks beside the 'high points': she could converse intelligently, cook superbly, was a good hostess and was not excessive sexually – meaning she didn't complain about his preference for sexual union not more than twice a month, missionary only. Equally endearing, she obediently changed the sheets while he was in the shower removing sweat, her copious juices and the over-run of semen leaking from her.

It was a loveless marriage of peaceful co-existence.

Linda was now thirty-four, having married young; Henry was eight years older but being a smoker, bad eater, overweight and being indoors too much and prefering to drink red wine and port to exercising, he looked fifteen years her senior. 

Linda mirrored the average looking Australian woman – mousy straight hair, unfashionably large and droopy boobs, practically no waist and unshaven vulva and armpits; to be fair, she did attend regularly to her legs. Linda's thighs were a little heavy and her feet a little large; to off-set those slight negatives she possessed a great smile and a great personality.

It was that impressive personality that innocently led Linda into her mind boggling affair. This lapse into adultery was so unconceivable to her that she thought of it as accidental – and so it seemed.

Linda walked on to the beach that fateful day still pumped up as usual because being a genuine multi-tasker, when she watched the Soap she'd exercise on top of the bed with something taken from her box of toys. As Henry never made the bed and never helped to clean the house her cache under her side of the bed was save from discovery.

Being a week day and children at school, the small beach was deserted She pushed a 50 cent coin into the machine, the lock clicked and a sun umbrella released – much easier than lugging your own to the beach when walking. She pushed it into the sand, spread out her towel, removed her hat and gown and looked inside her gaping top at her boobs – still swollen and her nipples not yet retracted; she grinned knowing the big dildo shaped like you-know-what always gave her a great workout. She only brought herself to the edge and then could enjoy some of the time down at the beach feeling as if she was riding a wave. She'd whack off in the shower when returning home to restore that high. Little wonder, she thought, that she was rarely bored.

Some-one slapped the umbrella slot machine and grizzled 'Fuck'. Oh dear, a riff-raff person loose on Athol's Beach with a foul tongue. That thought led to another one as she speculated on what it would be like to be tongued in the pussy – would it be as good as those writers in the novels she read claimed it was? Perhaps foul tongue behind her might like to put that fleshy and manipulative skeletal muscle to better use and pleasure her to a new experience.

"Excuse me ma'am."

"Oh God," Linda cried, feeling she'd jumped ten feet horizontally. Desperately she tried to remember had she hand over her vulva when he came alongside her.

"Sorry ma'am, I didn't realize you were asleep. Don't panic – I'm not a rapist so it might not be your lucky day. I'm Bobby Athol."

"Mary Athol's youngest – shouldn't you be at university?"

"I skipped my midday tutorial and it's sport this afternoon so I skipped that as well. Could you lend me 50 cents to save me going home for money? I loaded the umbrella machine with a thick washer but it didn't work."

"Sorry, I only came with 50 cents."

Bobby smiled and said thanks. "You have a nice body for a woman of your age."

With the age bit tacked onm Linda wan't sure that was meant as a compliment but his smile was cute. why not be neighborly as he lived on the headland and his forebears had donated the beach reserve to the city. 

"Look, if you don't mind sharing with a middle-aged woman I'll move over and you can sprawl down beside me."

"Gee thanks Mrs Guthrie, you are very kind."

"You know me?"

"Of you – my mother pointed you out to me and said that's the sexy Linda Guthrie married to a much older man."

"Mary said what?"

"Just kidding – she didn't say sexy. I just thought that watching your walk – you have a lovely little sway."

"Is this what they teach you at university?" Linda said, unable to look serious.

"I hope so – one of my papers is anthropology. It's likely to cover the evolution of how man began to walk upright and then we'll discuss the reason why women sway their hips and have breasts that don't deflate after child weaning."

"Bobby, you are making this up."

"Honest to God I'm not. We'll also learn why men find it compulsive to look at boobs. I've read the summary of Anthropology 1 and it states those things with many other things as well such as why we changed from eating nuts and berries to eating juicy red meat."

"Yuk," she said. "I'd rather you talk about hips and boobs that red meat. Oh I didn't mean..."

"I'd be glad to talke to you about that Mrs Guthrie," Bobby said, now stretched out beside her leaning on his elbow, his gaze alternating between her face as her boobs. "Unfortunately I know little about the subject – my knowledge and my experience is rather limited."

"Perhaps your mother could assist with information."

"Good idea. May I call you Linda?"

"I don't see why not although I prefer you didn't use that name in front of your parents; they may be suspicious."

"Suspicious about what?" Bobby asked innocently. 

That was much too innocently for Linda; she now suspected the horny little toad was trying her on – he was just nineteen for God's sake. Oh God, her nipples were stiffening.

"I'm off for a swim," she said firmly. Then to ensure he knew he wasn't invited to accompany her she said, "There's water and coffee in my beach bag, help yourself."

"Thanks."

As she walked off Linda realized the toad would be watching her. Don't sway your fat ass, don't sway your fat ass, she recited as she walk, hoping that insult would sulk her only slightly over-large ass into inactivity; it seemed to work.

Linda was walking from the water knowing the wet fabric would be revealing more of the shape of her breasts than she would prefer; her vulva after the heavy action earlier may also be abnormally outlined but perhaps the cool water would have retracted excess blood flow. She jumped in pain and saw blood when she lifted her foot; she'd stepped on a sharp piece of metal or glass.

Bobby saw her bent over and appearing in trouble so ran to her assistance. "Are you okay?"

"I've cut my damn foot."

"Let me see. Yeah, that may need a couple of stitches. Hop onto my back and I'll carry you up to the umbrella."

"I'll be too heavy for you."

"Nuts – I'll get my mind off weight by thinking of what is that softness spreading across my back."

"What softness – oh God Bobby, you have a one track mind."

"But I expressed that very nicely, didn't I?"

Linda sighed and said indeed.

* * *

An hour earlier when Bobby Athol have fouled up by putting a too small of washer into the slot machine he couldn't believe it that rich Mrs Guthrie didn't have a spare coin to give him but instead invited him to share her spot in the shade. With the beach temperature in the early nineties it was essential to shelter from the sun in early in the afternoon.

In Bobby's opinion, Mrs Guthrie had the best pair of knockers in the entire neighborhood – at least those of which he'd studied from afar and plenty of studying had been going on. His mother's were next to useless, small plums he'd decided. They were so small she didn't mind him seeing them but her cunt must be normal because she never walked around allowing him to see that. He'd not told anyone this but in Bobby's opinion Mrs Guthrie was one hot woman, for her age.

Well, there was no way she'd be interested in him as he'd be twenty years younger than Mrs Guthrie, She'd regard him as a kid anyway as it was only two weeks ago when he'd sighed with unbelievable relief one morning when he looked in a mirror and couldn't see one pimple on his face; not one and none had appeared since. 

He wasn't having much luck with the chicks at university because the good guys snared the best chicks, leaving guys like him the skinny ones that must seem like jumping into a bag of bones when fucking them or the fat ones with thighs so wide they appeared to be welded together. 

Fortunately his sister's best friend Shannon gave him what he wanted only it was embarrassing having Susan sitting there watching them and giggling. That was the deal: either Susan must watch or Shannon was off limits. Fortunately there was an upside to that: Shannon didn't want Susan the watcher to be bored so Susan and Bobby tried all sorts of positions she'd found described in detail on the internet.

Bobby had felt a little frisky watching Mrs Guthrie's stack rising and falling with her breathing so began pushing his luck by quoting from some of the notes he'd glanced at in his Anthropology 1 study synopsis. Surprising she talked to him about it as if she was pleased he would be gaining the power of knowledge. She didn't appear at all embarrassed and neither did she look embarrassed or annoyed those times she caught him under the almost hypnotic rise and fall of her lush boobs. In fact she seemed to enjoy talking to him although at no time had she given him the slightest bit of encouragement, not that he'd be interested in dipping into an old woman like her anyway.

They called lecturers at university older that Mrs Guthrie by their first names so he decided to see if she would yield or swat him: so he asked if he could call her Linda. She didn't even blink and only made a very low level request that she preferred him not calling her that in front of her parents. 

Linda and his mother often exchanged visits and a couple of times he'd noticed his father watch Linda walking away with an unfathomable look on his face; a deep sex thought no doubt. He'd seen Linda's old husband who his mother referred to as a workaholic. Bobby figured that mean sometimes the old man would be too tired so Linda might not be getting it every night.

Linda was smart though; she was on to him when he pretended he didn't know why Linda didn't want his parents to know she allowed him to call her Linda. The thought of his parents thinking calling her Linda meant he was fucking her was ridiculous. For goodness sake, Linda was old enough to be his mother, wasn't she? Well actually if she were only in her mid thirties that was rather unlikely. 

Hell, but what if her husband thought he was fucking her because Linda was not receiving enough at home. Gee, the old bastard could come after him with an axe even though he was innocent. Bobby decided in future he'd bring 50 cents when he came to the beach to avoid any misunderstanding.

He saw Linda hobble out of the water and then examine her foot, hobble some more and then stop. Jesus, she'd be bitten by a crab or something. He went to her assistance and after she'd washed the cut clean in an in-coming wave end he piggy-backed her up the beach, feeling those gorgeous tits pressing into his back. She was pretty heavy of the thought of disgracing himself by not making it back to the umbrella without a rest ensured he stopped thinking about her tits so arrived there puffing but without an embarrassing erection.

She'd smiled and praised him. "You are very strong Bobbie; I'm no feather. She handed him her wallet and asked if he would go to the chemist shop and get some antiseptic cream, a small box of tissues and asked for the special tapes to pull a small wound together.

He returned empty-handed. "Sorry, it's Wednesday afternoon – the chemist observes half-day closing on Wednesday."

"Oh yes, of course. Look, here is my front door key. Could you kindly let yourself in and go to the main bedroom and fetch my car keys from my top drawer – my side of the bed has a stack of books. Then drive my car down – it's the same model as your mother's only newer – and I'll hobble to it and you can then drive me to the doctor's. He has Wednesday afternoons off too but the practice nurse will be there."

"Right, anything to help an injured lady. Just allow me to flush the wound with your drinking water – I'd left you some and I'll drape a tissue over it."

Bobby did that and running his hand along Linda's shin said, "You have lovely skin" and climbed to his feet before she'd thought of a reply.

"Oh, the alarm," Linda said and gave him the code, making him repeat it to her three times.

Inside the bedroom Bobby located the car keys, having to move a large tube of hand cream before pulling them out. He noticed it wasn't hand cream; it was a tube of KY jelly – Shannon always carried a smaller tube of that.

Bobby knew his mum kept a viabrator under her bed as he'd seen her putting it into the box and she pushed it under the bed before she realized he was behind her. Therefore he had a curiosity: Bobby checked under Linda's bed and pulled out a box the size of a drawer. 

The stash contained so many dildos and vibrators that his eyes bulged. He recognized the pen slim vibrator that Shannon had him use on her butt when they were in a sixty-nine but what really caught his eye was a red jelly dildo that imitated a man's cock but was thicker and a foot long with another cockhead at the other end. Wow. He kicked the box back under the bed in the place where he'd found it, making sure it went back the same way as he'd drawn it out. 

Bobbie then resumed the rescue of Mrs Guthrie and was no longer worried about whether she was being supplied with enough sex to keep her satisfied.

He helped Linda hobble to the car lifting the fleshly pad behind the toes of her left clear of the sand and then the sandy steps and dusty roadway to the car. This was it, thought Bobby, the opportunity for a mini-grope; he placed a supportive arm around her and anchored his hand around the side of her far breast. She didn't brush his hand away or reprimand him and that was disappointing; had she done either or especially both some sort of sexual posturing, good or bad, would have been indicated. 

Bobby didn't attempt to explore for the nipple because he knew that could easily anger her. Shannon had been useful telling him what women want; one thing she was definite about was most women didn't want it all instantly and if they did they were sluts with someone waiting in the wings; or they had had a hair appointment or were already late home.

Of course that gave him an erection because although it was only the side of the tit it was soft and mobile, shifting under his fingers despite being trapped in a bra; it was at least three times the size of Shannon's little mounds which in turn were bigger than his mother's or sister's. He thought of that huge fat dildo being placed between them in that deep channel and almost walked her straight into the back of her car.

He eased her into the car seat as if she'd broken her ankle, knee, and hip and had done half a dozen ribs and she seemed to be enjoying his attention. Then she dabbed her lips against his cheek, smiled and said kindly, "You are a good boy Bobby." He cracked his head against the top of the car door pulling away. He was furious: a good boy. She saw him only as a boy. "Jeeze," Bobby groaned in humiliation through clenched teeth and his half erect boner when limp.

The practice nurse agreed there was no need for stitches and explained that the tapes would hold the sides of the cut together and gave Bobby the name of the ointment and type of dressing which she suggested he fetch for Mrs Guthrie from the pharmacy in the morning because Mr Guthrie would be off to his office before the chemist shop opened. She then asked him to give her regards to his mother.

"Yes Mrs Hickey." Everyone seemed to know his mother.

With the wound covered, Linda didn't require support but she received it anyway. "Just take my arm and lean against me," he urged. "I don't want you twisting you ankle when trying to protect the laceration." Mrs Hickey had called it a laceration instead of a cut.

On the short drive home Linda said she would have refused to have stitches. "I've past the era when anyone would want to kiss my foot."

"Why would anyone want to kiss your foot? Bobby asked. He thought she was looking at him a little curiously so said 'What?" But she just smiled and turned to look out the window.

Bobby stopped the car in the garage and was out in a flash to offer support. He now had developed quite a likening for Linda. But rather that grab her around the tits and haul her out the 'boy' stood by the door and offered his arm. She clung to it to steady herself as she stepped from the car and straightened while attempting to keep most of her weight off the cut.

"Hurting?"

She nodded. "When swabbing it clean Janice said it was quite deep."

Bobby thought may I undress you, hold you while you clean your teeth and then put you to bed and hand up one of your toys to keep you amused while I go to the kitchen to fetch you a couple of pain killer tablets and a glass of water in return for you allowing me to raid your cookie jars and tins. He'd heard his mother say Mrs Guthrie was a fantastic cook. 

"Thank you Bobbie, you have acted very gallantly to me today; I must reward you. Keep the front door key to let yourself in tomorrow morning. Janice said the flesh around the cut would be swollen and painful to walk on so just call out; I may be in bed."  

At the entrance into the house Linda broke free. She hooked him under the chin with a finger and kissed his lips and murmured "Thank you Bobby" and pulled away. "Don't forget your sunhat and towel in the trunk. I'll shut the door with my remote."

Bobby walked home thinking and becoming aroused. There was no big deal about the kiss – he'd been facing her so it would have been difficult for her to kiss his cheek and anyway he'd often seen Linda and his mother kiss like that; in fact his mother kissed everyone like that. He'd call it short, sweet and friendly. 

No, what filled his mind was her gown had come loose as she bent forward to kiss him and as he drew away he'd looked down and saw quite an expanse of tits but no nipples and caught a very faint odor of under-arm or pussy. He fancied it was pussy and obviously so did his cock because it began to stiffen.




Accidental Adultery



In the shower Bobby thought of Linda's big and droopy tits and his hand fell on to his erection which was screaming for attention – actually pulsating. He leaned in his usual position and ended the massage triumphantly: for the first time he managed to splatter the far wall. Amazing, fucking amazing! he chortled; thank you Linda.

Next morning, however, as he unlocked the front door of Linda's house he accepted it would be just 'the boy' bringing her the ointment, prepared dressings and sticking plaster. 

Mrs Goldsmith the chemist's wife on auto had asked "Anything else dear?" and he thought about asking for a gross of condoms but then thought Linda might not require them to be used. Fat chance of finding out that preference. 

"No thank you Mrs Goldsmith he said handing over the $20 note Linda had given him when in the car the previous afternoon. Mrs Goldsmith had asked him how his mother was. His mother seemed to know everyone. Perhaps he should ask his mum which lonely younger women were aching to be fucked. Oh yeah – he'd wake up in hospital!

"Come in Bobby – I'm in the lounge with my foot up."

Bobby was disappointed. She hadn't done her hair or even put lipstick on and her dressing gown was far too big for her and thick – it conceled out any sign of shape and went down over her knees. She was sprawled on the sofa with one leg out at an angle to allow the injured foot to rest on a stool.

"You're looking trim and handsome this morning."

Oh yeah, for a boy. "Thank you Mrs Guthrie."

"What's happened to Linda?"

"Oh yeah, Linda."

She held out her hand for the package and change without answering. Bobby hadn't noticed the cat. He trod on it, it howled and ran off. 

He lost his footing.

Linda yelled "Come back Misty" and as he fell he lurched to the left to avoid falling across Linda's extended leg and probably breaking it. 

He crashed onto his knees and his mouth came to rest almost over the alternative pussy.

* * *

Calling "Come back Misty" Linda saw with relief Bobby twist his body to avoid crashing over her leg. He thumped against her, although not too painfully; she was aware he'd hit the floor first.

Wow, that had been a close shave. Dimly she became aware of the position of Bobby's face and the blush swept across her body – but he wasn't moving, was he okay?

She placed a hand on his head as asked if he were okay.

"Yes, I think so," was the muffled reply. "Slightly winded."

Linda absent-mindedly began stroking his brown and almost blond-tipped curls through her fingers thinking he was such a nice boy. A lovely feeling began running through her, generated from her finger tips. Oh God, she thought, knowing what that feeling was. The emergence of lust began driving her. 

Instead of pulling her hand away and ordering him to stand up Linda wantonly pushed down with her hand signally that it was all right for him to linger there, that was if he didn't mind the faint odor coming from her crotch. She wondered if he were smart enough to realize he was on the verge of 'knowing' her. How far would she allow him to go?

Suddenly it no longer was a fluffy little happening: Bobby had lifted his arms and now his hands were opening her gown to presumably burrow and would find his passage unrestricted because her knickers for the day were still in her dressing room drawer.

Linda felt no fear. She'd not intended this to happen. Not at all and had given him no encouragement. But it was beginning to happen and she had no dismay about that and that was surprising; it would become adultery if he went too far. But did she care? Linda swallowed: she didn't think so. But why was he interested in her instead of a girl around his own age? The poor guy...he was down there alone feeling uncertain, in need of encouragement.

"Go for it Bobby but take your time," she murmured and felt his head and shoulders move forward. He'd missed his first lecturer but at least he'd have a novel excuse! She slapped a hand over her mouth to suppress the giggle in case he misinterpreted it.

Linda heard a noise down there. Ohmigod, he's sniffing me...he's sniffing me! A huge wave of emotional something swept through her taking her to the brink of orgasm. She marveled that a kid was capable of doing that to her. His tongue lapped her bald vulva and Linda knew at that instant she was going to be fucked, fucked by Mary's Bobby. Mary would kill her if she found out.

"That's lovely Bobby. Here, I'll pull my lips apart to give your tongue access."

Bobby grunted.

That was a good enough answer for Linda, who opened the top of her gown and began stroking her left breast, noting that her nipple was erect like a miniature penis. She wondered if Bobby's penis was big enough to satisfy her.

What Bobby was doing down there convinced Linda he knew about his mission. Soon she felt her lower body was heating up and knew what that meant. She began to thrust involuntary and he simply adjusted to his tempo.

"You best pull away Bobby," she gurgled as her breathing went ragged and her eyes bulged and she was away, groaning. Only then did she hear the lapping sounds of Bobby; oh darling, who's trained you?

When Bobby lifted to come up on her, juices running off his chin, Linda opened her gown fully, He eyed her long breasts slumped down her chest and when she saw lust in his green eyes and her body began to shake. As his teeth fastened on a nipple she jammed her arm between their bellies and fingered her clit delicately to immediately buck into a small release.

Minutes later Bobby stood up and stripped. She grinned at the first sighting of his erect cock; it was quite slender but very long. Linda began to pant lightly.

Without waiting to be asked she hooked an arm under both her knees and raised her legs and spread them apart, pulling with some strength to raise her ass off the sofa; she couldn't feel the throb of her injured foot because her whole body appeared to be throbbing.

"Take your time – go on your knees," she said encouragingly then noting he already was on his knees.

"You have a great looking cunt – fat and juicy and a tremendous amount of pink showing."

"Well, I'm rather large down there."

"Use your muscles and we'll be great."

Linda almost fainted with desire and felt her lube flowing.

"I don't have a condom,' he stated and his honesty made her respect him greatly. "That's okay – just insert it slowly so we both can watch. You can squirt up inside me but I really would like you to fire over my belly."

They watched his cock sink in slowly until she had it completely.

"Can we kiss and tongue?"

Linda nodded, her blue eyes now half-closed with passion and she was heating up. She rocked up against him and he fell on to her and they had their first full kiss, his ass just moving up and down in short and slow moves. Linda opened her mouth to receive his tongue knowing she was crumblingthe last bastion to take her into the complete act of adultery – and act that hadn't been meant to happen. Misty was to blame for this.

She slapped Bobby hard on the ass and he began taking full, long strokes. With their tongues entwined in a sea of saliva Linda wondered where too now? Perhaps I'll take him on as my lover if that's what he wants. 

"Oooooh."

THE END 



Accidental Arousal Ch. 01



This is my first story so please be gentle. I welcome any and all feedback and constructive criticism.

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"Make sure you tell your Aunt Penny hi for me honey and to not even worry about my casserole dish!"

My mother's voice trailed out after me as I carried the foil wrapped lasagna to my beat up, black Thunderbird. I set the warm dish onto the tattered passenger seat and turned the key in the ignition. After a few unsuccessful tries, the old motor finally turned over and I backed out of the drive.

Aunt Penny and Uncle Kurt lived all the way across town, about a 20 minute drive each way but I really didn't mind making the trip. I liked my aunt and uncle, and my cousin Darren was always fun to hang out with. It was hot outside though and since my air conditioner didn't work, I was glad I had worn shorts and a baby doll tank. By the time I pulled my car in front of the big house my hair was damp and clinging to my neck and face and I could feel a wet spot forming in the small of my back.

As I walked up the brick pathway that wound through the lush lawn my Aunt Penny came bustling out of the front door, purse and keys in tow.

"Oh hey Sweetie!" Her high pitched, sugar coated voice reached me a fraction of a second AFTER her heavy White Diamonds perfume did. Like usual she was dressed to the nines and hair, makeup and nails were perfectly done. She was probably heading out for a shopping date with her country club friends or old sorority sisters.

"I'm sorry Bree, I have to leave for a bit but the door is wide open. If you are looking for your Uncle Kurt he's in the basement helping Karina with her senior project and Darren won't be home for another hour or so but make yourself at home."

She squeezed me into a tight hug and then when she noticed the casserole dish I was trying to balance amid her onslaught of affection squealed, "Ooohhh is this your Mother's famous lasagna?!"

"Yea, she made extra and wanted me to bring some by," I answered.

"Just put it in the refrigerator, I'm sure Kurt and the kids will just gobble it right up! See ya later sweetie pie!"

With that Aunt Penny clattered off in her high heels and drove off in her baby blue Mini Cooper.

I took a minute or so to recover from Aunt Penny then went on inside.

My Aunt and Uncle's house was big and very airy, modern and defined. The furniture and décor complemented each other in a simple, bold way and I always felt a little intimidated by its "aloofness". It was definitely different from my parents more earthy, eclectic taste. 

I set the dish in the huge stainless steel refrigerator and took out a strawberry Fanta while I was at it. The kitchen was spotless, perfectly clean. Aunt Penny was a clean freak and every inch of her immaculate house showed it. Absent mindedly I sipped at my soda as I wandered out towards the back deck.

The backyard, much like the front was perfectly manicured and lush green. Sully and Cash, the two glossy Weimaraners dozed peacefully on the far end of the sunny deck. Once I got close to glass, Cash the younger one perked up sensing me. He rushed to the glass door, rubbed his moist nose to it and wagged his tail furiously.

His sincere, doggy happiness at seeing me made me smile and I slid open the glass door and stepped outside to ruffle his ears. Cash greeted me enthusiastically then; always the playful puppy ran and fetched his braided rope. He dropped the worn, dirt and slobber stained toy at my feet and pleaded with his large grey eyes. I picked it up and tossed it to the far end of the yard. In a flash he leapt off the deck and chased after it. Soon, Sully was joining in the fun as well.

After a few minutes Sully and Cash lost interest in me and the rope and made their way to the water faucet. They must have been thirsty since they were lapping at the drops that were slowly leaking out of the spigot. I eyed the water bowl near the picnic table and saw it was empty.

Taking it over to the faucet I squatted down and turned on the water. As I waited for the large bowl to fill I caught a flash of movement from the basement window. At first I paid no attention to it, but when I realized it was bare skin I looked a little closer. 

I could not believe my eyes.

The window I was looking into with shock and dismay belonged to the exercise room and there on the edge of the bench set was my Uncle Kurt fucking Karina, the foreign exchange student who lived with my Aunt and Uncle and who I now saw had a penis.

I stared transfixed; shocked, stunned, disgusted, intrigued, and aroused all at the same time.

My Uncle was an average height man, thick and muscular and very hairy. He always kept his hair in a buzz cut much to Aunt Penny's protest; but I had always liked it on him. He was a loud, outgoing man who liked to drink and play football and smack Aunt Penny's ass when she walked by him in the kitchen when he wasn't working as the owner and foreman of his construction company. Never had I thought him to be the guy to cheat on her with their she male exchange student!

And Karina! She had played it off very well. I had seen in her tight pants and skirts and never suspected she had a penis between her shapely legs. Her attitude with the opposite sex never said differently either. She had always been nice but her and I had never been close the 3 years she had been with Penny and Kurt. Friendly yes, but best buds, no. Flashy and outspoken, she was the life of every get together, pool party or football game and simply put, quite the opposite of me. In my mind I had always suspected her to secretly be the "slutty" type but she was very close to my Aunt Penny and always very respectful and proper to them both whenever I had seen them together. 

And yet there they were, shamelessly indulging in this erotic, forbidden act together. They must have started as soon as Aunt Penny had left and from what I could tell had wasted no time. Karina's socks and Nikes were still on and her shirt was pulled up to her neck while my Uncle Kurt's jeans were on the floor bunched around his ankles.

His legs were spread wide, thigh muscles working as he thrust his thick, engorged cock deep into Karina's ass, her flaccid, dark penis flopping in front of her at the apex of her smooth, slim hips. Uncle Kurt's hands were gripped tight around her small waist, digging into her soft, olive colored flesh. Her small, high breasts jiggled with each buck of his hips and her dusky nipples were erect, taut. Her eyes were closed and I could tell she was moaning or panting, her darkish purple lips full and moist. 

My Uncle's head was resting on her shoulder face pressed into her neck and dark, glossy hair. His expression was one I had never seen on a man before; animalistic, dark, and hungry. Sweaty and flushed I could see he was breathing hard and grunting, the veins in his throat and forehead bulging as he whispered something to her.

Conflicted feelings were running through me now. Disappointment and shame at my Uncle for betraying my Aunt in such a way, shock and confusion at Karina's penis, lust and desire at the raw sexuality they both participated in. And yet I could not bring myself to look away.

A wet, slippery fireball forming between my legs and I could feel my lips parting and my breath quickening. Then, suddenly, as if he had known I was there the whole time Uncle Kurt opened his dark eyes and looked directly at me.

Terrified, I stumbled backwards, fumbling to shut of the faucet that was now overflowing water everywhere. Panic replaced my arousal and I scrambled towards the gate, searching for my keys in my pocket as I ran. 

Once safely in my car I shoved the key into the ignition, praying feverishly that it would start. The roar of the engine was music to my ears and I shifted into reverse as fast as I could.

With heart pounding, pussy throbbing and face blushing I sped away from the house as fast as I could.

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More to come...



Accidental Arousal Ch. 02



To LIT readers: If you have not read chapter 1 I encourage you to do so. :) Also, some of you maybe wondering why this is in the incest/taboo category considering the opening scene in chapter 1. My main theme here is incest (All characters are over the age of 18) but there will be many scenes throughout that could fit in other categories. If enough readers feel it is still in the wrong category I will change it.

Again, thank you for reading and please leave feedback!

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Kurt stood in the tiled, oversized shower of his master bedroom and let the heavy steam envelop his tired body. The hot jets pounded into his sore back and shoulders, stinging away the stress pulse by pulse. Leaning back against the cool wall he closed his eyes. 

A familiar creak reached his ear and he opened his eyes. To his delight Karina stepped into the hot waterfall next to him, giggling and bright eyed.

He pulled her close, feeling a variety of sensations as her cool body pressed against his hot one. First, he felt her soft, teacup breasts topped with tight, puckered nipples. Then her toned, firm arms and torso encased in the silky, smooth olive skin. And lastly her small, soft penis pushing against his hardening erection in a shy, coy manner. 

Everything about Karina electrified him. From the first moment he had met her at the airport when Penny and he had picked her up, to the moment she had shared her secret about her being a transsexual with him he had been crazy about her.

Kurt knew he loved her. Not like he loved Penny, no. It was different what he felt for Karina. Yes, there was the intense desire to protect her, help her, guide her alongside the searing need to dominate her and make her his. But he looked at her as the daughter he never had. And so far that was one space in his heart that had not been occupied until now.

But Kurt knew their time together was drawing short. Karina would be graduating high school in just a few weeks and would be returning home to Spain at the end of the month. He hated to see her go but could tell she was excited to return home to her family and friends. It was bittersweet for him.

And so the secret sex, groping and make out sessions had become more and more frequent these past few days. And they had been more careless in their need to have each other. Yesterday's incident was a perfect example.

Karina's voice brought Kurt out of his thoughts and back into the steamy presence.

"Mhmm you are so hard for me."She murmured onto his wet chest as her slender, expert hands stroked his hard cock.

"Annngghh..." Kurt managed a shuddering groan at the hot, delicious sensation. 

"I'm so glad we are alone again." Karina's accented voice was hoarse with desire as she moved lower down his torso.

Kurt loved her voice. Deep and throaty, it was full of body, lust and desire. It was so much a part of her unique personality he could not imagine her with a softer, more feminine one.

Her full, warm lips tightened around his swollen, mushroom head and pulled his cock into her mouth. Slowly, patiently, seductively her tongue painted a storm onto the underside of his manhood eliciting a groan from Kurt.

He buried his hands into her drenched, ebony hair and shifted his hips forward, penetrating her mouth deeper. Karina responded to his want and began to take him faster, farther into her velvety mouth and throat. Her slender fingers gently pulled, stroked and kneaded at his loose, heavy testicles. Karina had learned very quickly what Kurt liked best and she never held back.

Karina's tight, hot mouth coupled with the attention his testicles were receiving was pushing Kurt closer and closer to orgasm. His erect pole was throbbing blissfully and he could feel it swell slightly every few seconds. Kurt tightened his grip in her hair, pulling her closer. 

Sensing he was very close, Karina slid both hands around to his muscular buttocks. Just as Kurt liked it she placed her palms firmly on each round mass, her fingertips flush with his warm crack and tight, wrinkled anus. Then at just the right moment, she squeezed and gripped, spreading his ass wide.

That simple, odd action pushed him over the edge every time. 

"Agghhh, fuck Karina," was all Kurt could manage to grunt as his orgasm pulsed through him.

Muscles tensing, back arching he let the waves carry him to the white hot peak of pleasure. At the peak of his orgasm a random image of his brother's daughter Bree smiling seductively, invitingly at him popped into his mind, wrenching open an abyss of pleasure like no other orgasm before. His hips jerked and thrust violently, rhythmically as his twitching cock spurt rope after rope of thick, milky semen into Karina's hungry mouth. She was still and patient as he moved inside her mouth, milking the last of his orgasm out.

Kurt leaned back against the tile wall, heart pounding. What the fuck? Thinking of Bree had made him come like no other, again. A slight twinge of guilt and shame formed in his chest. 

Yesterday he had blamed his intense orgasm after catching Bree in the window on the voyeuristic quality of the situation. But now he was not so sure. As the last shivers of pleasure waned out of him Kurt thought about these feelings he was now entertaining.

Bree was gorgeous, a perfect replica of Emma her mother. Petite and ivory skinned she was probably harassed daily at school. Her tits were great, beautiful he knew. Every blouse, t-shirt and sweater had showcased the heavy, round mounds perfectly. Hazel eyes she inherited from his brother, a delicate pink mouth and that golden brown hair made her a knockout in a girl-next-door kind of way. She was Karina's exact opposite yet just as attractive, even moreso he realized.

And she was a virgin. That he was sure of. His brother Jack was one hell of a strict Daddy when it came to the boyfriend thing. And he didn't blame him. Any boyfriend Bree might have had had to deal with dates at home or be chaperoned by Darren who was handsomely reimbursed by Jack to keep it proper and clean.

Although Bree was mostly quiet and subdued she emanated a simmering strength. Something she would grow into soon once she was more mature. She was a girl, on he brink of womanhood. Beautiful, young, fresh, untouched.

Around him she was mostly like any other niece around an uncle. Respectful and polite yet not too talkative. She preferred Darren's company over his or Penny's even.

"Hi Uncle Kurt. Do you want to fuck me?" Could her sweet, soft voice ever say those words?

Kurt found himself wishing they some day would.

His conscience reprimanded him. Clearly this was wrong on so many levels. Lusting after his very own niece! The darkest of taboos, incest was working its way into core, into his desires, his needs. He had never thought of her that way.but now it was different. Very different. 

Could he go from being an average Uncle looking at his niece in the most normal, basic way society accepted, a sweet relative whom he rarely interacted with to a dirty, horny man desperately looking for a way to fuck his brother's only daughter until she begged for more? Yes he could. He had. Again his conscience knifed at him.

But yet again the severity, he darkness of what he was feeling tried to steer him back in the right direction, away from the fantasy of Bree.

Feeling extremely conflicted Kurt pushed the thoughts of Bree out of his mind. Turning to Karina he pulled her close in a warm wet hug wanting to distract himself.

"I am going to miss you, you know that right?"

Smiling, Karina reached for the shampoo behind him and whispering into his ear, "Yes, I know Kurt. But you will be fine. I know it."

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Later that night Kurt shuffled into the kitchen wearing only his boxers. The house was dark and quiet except for the faint rumble of Darren's PlayStation downstairs and a soft glow from Karina's room down the hall. Pride and contentment surged through him and he smiled to himself. He reached into the bottom shelf of the refrigerator and pulled out a Dos X. Popping it open he squeezed a little lime into it and took a long pull.

Enjoying the refreshing burn he glanced at the oven clock. It was close to 10 pm and Penny was still not home. He wasn't too worried and it didn't bother him, he just thought it had been a slightly odd, rather sudden in Penny. She had been going out every Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday with friends either shopping or to yoga classes. Not that Penny was an anti-social homebody but more so because she usually did all those things during the day, when he was away at work.

Kurt thought about that for a bit. Was she feeling neglected in the relationship? No. If anything their sex life had improved over the years and Karina's recent contribution to his ego and mojo had only made a good thing better. Had she found out about their relationship and was acting out in some way? Kurt knew Penny well and although she was very capable of making him miserable as a form of payback, he knew she always called him out on things that bothered her. Had she known, he would have heard about it by now. 

Finally concluding that Penny just needed time for herself, time he was happy to give her as he spent it very pleasurably, he let the matter drop.

Outside Sully and Cash stood at the sliding door waiting to be let inside. Kurt opened the door and they rushed in, making a beeline for the couch. He caught a glint of the stainless steel water bowl and the sight of it brought yesterday's incident along with the baggage of complications rushing back to him in vivid detail.

When Penny had left he had been in the basement helping Karina put the final touches onto her senior project. She was looking especially enticing in her tight, white tee and super short shorts and was teasing him ever chance she got. As soon the door had closed they were all over each other.

Karina straddling him, her mouth hungrily mating with his was all he needed to get achingly hard. Within seconds they had pushed aside the necessary clothing and after smearing a swipe of saliva onto her waxed, smooth anus they were feverishly fucking on the weight set in the back room.

Kurt was close to coming, Karina eagerly bucking down onto him when he saw Bree staring in at them from the basement window. Her pretty, pail face was damp with sweat and the way she was squatting revealed her shapely, pearly thighs to him in a way he had never noticed before. She was holding the dogs' water bowl and obviously hadn't noticed it was overflowing.

When their eyes met her expression changed from hungrily transfixed to sheer terror and she had scrambled away. The vision of his fresh, young niece paired with Karina's tight ass had sent him crashing into his orgasm.

He rubbed his hand over his awakening cock and sighed at this new development. He knew he would have to talk to her. The sole fact that they were related, blood relatives made the whole situation awkward enough and Bree had seen them in the throes of primal lust and would need some explaining or these last weeks with Karina were going to be a little rough if anything was said to Penny.

And then there were his own feelings to deal with. Seeing Bree, his own flesh and blood, watching him in that intimate moment had aroused him intensely. He feelings he had internally fought against in the shower were back now, twice as strong and persistent. 

Kurt found himself in that dark, off limits place again. But this time he gave himself free rein. How it would have felt to have had Bree in Karina's place? Her soft, young body arched and pressing into him, her breathy gasps and cries singing to his ears as he fucked her virginity away. He groaned deep in his throat. The image in his mind was fucking amazing! He last weak strands of guilt and shame were quickly melting away to nothing.

Running a hand over his head he tossed his now empty beer bottle in the trash he started for his room with only one thing on his mind.

He needed to see Bree again, soon!

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Accidental Black Cock Conversion



I always thought that my boyfriend was amazing in bed. He wasn't the most buff man you've ever seen, he was a little white guy only slightly taller than me. His dick was only slightly above average, maybe six and a half inches on a good day, but he always managed to satisfy me and felt like he was filling me up. This is why I was confused when he talked about bringing toys into the bedroom.

"I don't understand, Craig," I reiterated as he put his coat on. "We don't need toys. Are you getting bored of me?"

He let out a long sigh. "No of course I'm not, Jen. I just," He made a weird gesture with his hands as if he was literally searching for the right words, "I know that I'm not...big." Typical man eh? Obsessed with the size of their cocks.

"You're big enough for me." I said for possibly the fifth time that morning. "I love you and I love sex with you."

He made an odd face, a strange mixture of not believing me and his ego swelling. "Well..." I raised an eyebrow at him. This "well" was all too familiar. "I kind of...already bought one."

"What?" I said with exasperation, my mouth hanging open slightly in disbelief. "Why would you do that before even asking me?"

"Because I didn't expect you to be this unreasonable," Was his poorly thought out response.

"Well, excuse me for being happy with our sex life," I half shouted at him, piling on pounds of sarcasm. "Just go to work," The words came out a lot harsher than I meant to, but I didn't care. I turned my back on him and headed upstairs. After a minute or so I heard the door slam.

This was so like him. He assumed he knew what I liked and then got offended when I told him he was wrong. I had been with Craig for a little over five years. To begin with, everything was fantastic, but now he was starting to get weird. I knew that he was watching porn and jacking himself off when I wasn't around. Sometimes he would do it when I was asleep. Whereas we used to have sex everyday, maybe even twice a day if Craig had taken his vitamins, we only seem to do it every three or four days now because he's too busy jerking himself off.

I started getting ready for my own job now, absent mindedly getting out a uniform. I shoved my shirt on and was busy looking for trousers. After a few minutes of searching, I realised I had my shirt on back to front. My mind was preoccupied. While searching for clothes, all I could think about was the toy Craig said he had bought. I wanted to know what it was. Was it for me or him? Was I making him bored? I knew where it would be. Craig has a "secret" draw at the bottom of his desk. He always says it's full of rubbish, which it is. But buried underneath all that rubbish is where he hides his secret things. I deliberated for a few minutes, hand teasing the drawer. Could I really go snooping through his stuff? Would I be breaking his trust?

Eventually I decided, "To hell with him". He broke my trust first by buying a sex toy. I yanked the drawer open, still trouser-less and rifled through the assorted crap. I found what I was looking for, predictably, right at the bottom.

"Wasn't expecting that," I murmured with wide eyes. In the drawer, still in it's packaging, was a dildo. Not just any dildo, but a large BLACK one. It had "Real Man" plastered all over it and mentioned something about cyber skin, I was too busy staring at it's girth to read the packaging. It looked amazingly realistic from the deep chocolate head to the brown, veiny shaft and the plump black balls with a suction cup attached to them for "hands free fun". It looked like it must have been eight inches long and I had never seen a cock as thick as it. There was no way Craig could have expected that monster to fit inside me. My body is quite small, although my boobs are still somehow DDs and my ass has grown a lot in recent years. Sometimes it felt like Craig's six inches was too much for my pussy and yet, here was a giant black dildo that he wanted to use on me.

I noticed that the packaging was slightly open. Craig must have taken it out to see what it was like. Suddenly, I found myself wanting to do the same. For some reason I was nervous as I slid the dildo out of it's package and held it in my hand. The weight was unreal. It felt like you could use it as a dumbbell if you wanted to. I held it by the suction cup and watched it loll slightly towards my face. I ran a finger teasingly up and down the shaft. I couldn't really tell how realistic it was. It was very hard, but I could feel lumps of plastic on the inside that were making it stand to attention. The cyber skin made it feel silky and smooth, but not necessarily like a real cock.

'Maybe I should...try it,' I thought to myself. The thought of having a cock that size inside me made me shiver. Slowly, still holding the dildo with one hand, I slid the other down into my knickers, past my ginger pubes, and softly stroked my clit. My pussy was soaked. I hadn't realised how turned on I was staring at this black dildo. I had never thought of sex with a black man. But now, with a black dildo practically in my face, I thought about having a black man mounting me. His dark skin pressed against my pale, freckled body.

I threw the dildo on the bed and tore my shirt off. Disposing of my bra and panties, I quickly grabbed some lube I kept in my bedside table and lay on the bed with the dildo in one hand. It looks so good against my tits, which was basically the only part of me without freckles. It reached from my stomach all the way up into my cleavage and was so thick, my boobs would have to have been double the size to get around it. Part of me was curious about why Craig had bought such a big black dildo. The other, louder, hungrier part just wanted it inside me.

I lubed it up as quickly as I could. My heart was pounding in my chest, you'd think I was about to take a real black cock with how nervous and excited I felt. I pressed the tip of the dildo against my now sopping wet pussy and pushed slightly. My pussy offered more resistance than I was expecting. This monster was going to stretch me beyond recognition. I spread my legs as wide as I could comfortably get them and pushed again. With a slight squelch the head of the cock entered my body. There was a slight sharp pain which was immediately forgotten by the sudden wave of pleasure. I gasped and gripped the duvet, eyes rolling back in my head. I tried to push the dildo in further, but my pussy just didn't seem to be able to take it. I softly started fucking myself with the head of the cock, moaning as I felt it wriggle inside me. After a few minutes, I felt like I could try again.

I pushed as best I could, the length of the dildo and the slightly awkward angle made it difficult, but I managed to push the cock in another inch of so. My pussy was burning with pleasure. I could already tell this toy was going to make me sore later, but I didn't care at this point. I wanted to see how much I could take. I continued to push, my pussy giving another inch, then another. I made it halfway down the cock before I had to stop, panting heavily. It felt amazing, even though I hadn't taken it all. My pussy walls were wrapped so tightly around the toy; I could feel every little movement it made. I started pulling it out and back in, very slowly at first, revelling in the pleasure it was shooting through my body. Each time it was pushed back in, it seemed to make my pussy spread a little more. I started picking up speed, fucking myself with this monster of a dildo. I could feel an orgasm building from deep within me. I had never felt pleasure like this before. I sat up on my free arm so I could look down at the huge shaft penetrating me. The blackness of the dildo against the pinkness of my pussy was too much for me to bear. Dropping back down onto my back I thrust the cock inside me a few more times before letting out the loudest scream I've ever produced. I thrust my hips up to meet the dildo as I came, harder than I ever had before. I lay there, breathing hard with the toy now fully inserted into me. I couldn't believe I had managed to get in all in me. It was touching nerves that no one had ever been close to touching before. Previously, I had thought Craig was able to bring me to orgasm. But based on the earth shattering orgasm this toy had just given me, I was starting to doubt Craig had ever made me cum.

I pulled myself up slightly so I was against the headboard and slowly massaged one of my tits as I recovered. I could still feel the monster cock inside me. I felt so wet and full. I had to go again, but this time I wanted to watch myself. There was a half mirror attached to the wardrobe opposite the bed. It was purposely positioned there, sometimes I liked watching myself being fucked by Craig. This time though, I wanted to see what this black dildo looked like as I fucked myself with it. Still against the headboard, I angled myself slightly so I could watch it leave my body before filling me up again. I was hypnotised by the sight of this long black shaft penetrating my body over and over. It didn't take long for me to feel another explosive orgasm forming. This time, I started rubbing my clit as I watched the black dildo fucking me in the mirror. It was glistening with my juices and lube and I could see large white patches of my cream all over it. My moans were getting louder and louder. My body went into spasms as I pushed my hips up repeatedly, trying to meet the dildo's thrusts. The noises I was making could no longer be described as moans. They had turned into screams as I desperately fucked myself.

My second orgasm was somehow even larger than my first. I pushed the dildo balls deep inside me and a little more for good measure. The sight of this happening in the mirror was just too much. My body continued writhing around the bed for at least ten seconds as I came over my new favourite toy. Eventually, I started to relax, the dildo still embedded inside me.

"Holy...fuck..." I heard myself whimper as I became limp on the bed. It took several minutes before I had built up the energy to remove the toy from my pussy. It made a loud squelching sound as I removed it, my juices flowing freely from me, covering the bed. I shuddered from the feeling of being completely loose and as wet as a swimming pool. As I regained my composure I looked the dildo up and down. It could barely be considered black any more. It had so much of my cream on it, it looked half white half black. Somehow, this just made me even hornier. I had never even considered cheating on Craig, but now as I lay their, cum dripping from my pussy, I couldn't help but wish that it had been a real black cock fucking me. That it had been a big muscular, well hung black god pounding me.

I tried to shake the thought from my head as I gingerly got up, like Bambi taking his first steps. I staggered to the bathroom to wash and dry the dildo before placing it back in its packaging in Craig's "secret" drawer. Every step I took seemed to drain all the energy out of me and I could feel my wetness dripping down my thighs.

"Fuck!" I yelled as I looked at the time. I had been masturbating for nearly an hour. I was going to be late for work.

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That day at work was one of the most frustrating of my life. I worked in a shop, so was constantly surrounded by people. I was terrified that they would somehow smell how wet I was. The second I had put my panties back on they had become soaked. Every step I took emphasised how loose I was and I found myself noticing every black man that came in. My eyes "accidentally" dropped to their crotch as they walked through the doors and I "accidentally" caught sight of their tight asses as they left again. I was horny all through my shift and was relieved when I was allowed to go home.

I didn't dare have sex with Craig though, even though he seemed up for it for a change. There was no way he would believe me if I told him I was "just really wet". I was so loose my pussy probably wouldn't even have been able to wrap around his cock. It took me almost a week before I was comfortable allowing him anywhere near me, partly because of how loose I was, partly because I was right, the toy had made me sore for a few days. Finally, I slept with him again, but I couldn't enjoy it. His dick just felt so...small. So unsatisfying. It was kind of ironic that the toy he bought and had wanted to use on me was the reason he had stopped satisfying me. I put on a good show though, telling him he had made me cum twice - he had come nowhere near. And all through the act, all I could think of was a particularly sexy black man I had seen at work a few days ago. This didn't help though. Even if I closed my eyes and thought really hard, there was no way I could convince myself it was a black cock inside me.

Weeks went by with us sporadically having sex and nothing changed. I wanted to use the toy again so badly, but knew I couldn't. He would know. It was too big for him not to notice. Nothing happened outside of my imagination until about a month later when I was at the tills at work.

It was quiet, getting on towards the end of my shift. I was the only one on the tills and was trying to sort out a display behind the counter, so had my back to the shop.

"Hey cutie," a customer said as he dumped his shopping at my till. I groaned quietly without meaning to. I was always getting hit on by old men here. My attitude swiftly changed though as I turned and saw a gorgeous black guy looking me up and down. He was over six feet tall, a good five inches taller than me or Craig. He had broad muscular shoulders and the hint of a six pack under his tight shirt. He had short black hair, slightly stuck up at the front and a sweet looking facing. I had seen him before, he was one of the subjects of my ogling over the last month.

"H-Hi..." I stammered, feeling myself blush already. It took all my effort not to look down at his bulge.

He smiled showing off glowing white teeth, "You're a pretty little redhead aren't you?" I smiled back, feeling my cheeks going red as I started scanning through his shopping. "How are you doing today?"

"Oh, you know," I said without commitment, "It's been quite a long day."

'Don't look at his cock, don't look at his cock, don't look at his cock,' looped in my mind over and over again. My neck was desperately trying to tilt itself down towards his package.

"Checking out guys must be tiring." He said cheekily. I looked up at him with shock.

"Wh-what?"

"I've seen you checking me out," he said softly as he, unashamedly, looked down at my tits. "Quite a lot over the last few weeks."

"I-I think you must be mistaken." I said, trying to find my courage. "I have a boyfriend." For some reason, saying that to him made me sad. My pussy was starting to get wet just talking to this man and here I was, rejecting his advances.

"I'm assuming he's white?" The man said, his voice getting quieter as a few people entered the shop.

"Why does that matter?" I said, lowering my voice to match his. I had scanned the last of his things now and was placing them in bags. He had started fiddling with his wallet, his eyes not moving from my tits though.

"Tell me when you get off work and I'll make sure you never date a white man again," he raised his head to look into my eyes with that cheeky grin on his face. His voice was smooth and seductive. He had done this before.

"I...I can't," I muttered quietly, "I'm sorry. Just pay and leave. Please." The man finished punching his number into the card machine. That cheeky grin that was making me wetter by the second didn't even flicker.

"If that's what you want," he made sure his hand touched mine as he took his receipt, sending sparks through me. "I come here often though. Let me know if-" He stopped and leaned in a little closer "-WHEN, you change your mind," and with that, he took his bags and left. I watched his ass wriggle sexily as he left.

I had gone light headed. All of my senses were heightened. I had to steady myself against the counter. What was wrong with me? How had I turned into such a slut? I masturbated with a black dildo once. Why was I now obsessed with black man? Why had I considered accepting that stranger's offer?

It took me ten minutes to compose myself after that...event. Even then, I couldn't get the stranger out of my mind. His broad shoulders, his gorgeous abs, his tight, sexy ass. And that grin...that cheeky fucking grin. Luckily, I only had another hour left on my shift. Then I could get home and and take a nice cold shower. It seems that the stranger had other plans though.

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"Hello," I heard him say happily as soon as I left work. He was leaning against the wall just outside the main doors. "So you've finished work then?"

"What are you doing?" I asked, slightly scared now. This was bordering on stalkerish.

"Well...I just couldn't get you out of my head." He said, once again looking at my boobs. "You're just so..." He smiled, "It doesn't matter. My name is Mark by the way."

"Jennifer," I replied, "Jen if you want."

"Can I walk you home, Jen?" He asked, that cheeky grin reappearing just as I remembered it.

I shrugged, trying to be nonchalant. "If you want...my boyfriend will probably be there though," I lied. Craig would be at work for another few hours.

"I'm sure I can handle him." He replied. 

I turned for home and started walking, crazy thoughts running through my head. What was happening here? Was he genuinely just trying to get into my pants? Or was it more sinister? Bigger question: why was I considering LETTING him into my pants?

I didn't live very far from work. Only a few minutes. A lot of the journey was in silence, although I could feel Mark's eyes on my ass when he lagged behind. Eventually, we reached my front door. I tried to go inside immediately, but he grabbed my hand.

"Let me ask you something Jenny," he choose his words carefully and deliberately. I thought about struggling, but his grip was soft and light. He didn't seem very menacing. "Why have you been checking me out so much?" I didn't know what to say. I wanted to say something, I even opened my mouth as if I was about to, but nothing came out. "Do you like black guys?"

"No!" I said, louder than I meant to, as if I was offended. "No..." I repeated quieter and a lot less convincingly.

"Ever been with a black man?" He asked, his voice silky.

"No," I said again, my voice lowering even more. Lust was starting to build inside me. Suddenly, without warning, Mark moved in to kiss me. His lips were on mine before I could react and when I was able to, the first thing I did was kiss back. His lips were great. Soft and warm. I quickly found myself, however, and pushed him away.

"Wh-What are you doing?" I stammered, pushing him away and forcing my wrist out of his hands. "The neighbours know me..." I finished unlocking the door and pushed it open but Mark grabbed my wrist again before I could get in. Before I could find strength to fight him off, he had pulled my hand onto his crotch. I pulled my hand away and he let me go. But then...I don't know what happened. He had let me go, I could have walked in and slammed the door. But I didn't. I found my hand return to his crotch to check what I had just felt. He was fucking HUGE. I ran my hand over the length of his shaft, feeling him through his trousers. He was even bigger than the dildo.

"So," he said with that cheeky smile plastered on his face, "still don't like black men?" I bit my lip in response as I softly jerked him through his jeans. "Can I come in?" I moved away from his crotch and looked around nervously.

I wanted to say no. I was desperate to. I was in a committed relationship with a man I loved. But his cock was so big. And he was so damn sexy. Different to Craig in every way. I had to have him. I couldn't say anything. I just nodded and turned away. I rushed into the house, leaving the door open for Mark and went into the living room. I heard the door close as I threw my bag down onto the sofa, then I sat next to it with my head in my hands.




Accidental Black Cock Conversion



"Where's your boyfriend then." Mark asked, looking around the living room.

"Work." I replied shortly, not taking my head out of my hands.

"I see."

I felt his hands on my wrists again, trying to pull them from my face. I let him. He was knelt down in front of me, his face inches from mine. I didn't want to look at him, but he tilted my chin up with his hand.

"You're beautiful," he whispered. I was already his by now. There was nothing I could do as he leaned in to kiss me. Except kiss back. Which I did, as if it was the last kiss I'd ever get. He grabbed the back of my head and slipped his tongue into my mouth. He felt so big against me. His large, manly body making me feel weak. One of his hands made it's way to my tits and I did nothing to stop him. He stopped kissing my lips and moved onto my neck, running his tongue over my pale skin as he massaged my boobs. His second hand slid its way down to my pussy and massaged it softly through my work trousers. I was overwhelmed with lust.

I found myself tugging at his shirt which he let me take off with one swift move before returning to my neck. I felt over his rock hard chest with my small, white hands. It was so erotic seeing the contrast. He kicked away his shoes and a few seconds later was back on his feet, whipping off his jeans. He stood in front of my, his cock threatening to rip a hole through his boxers.

"Check out what you've won." He said with that cheeky smile that I was starting to hate. That grin just made me submit. He was so cocky, so assured. Somehow he knew he was going to fuck me. He had known since he first smiled at me in the shop. And he was right! He was going to have me. I had already admitted that in my head. My hands were shaking as I reached for his waistband.

I slowly pulled his boxers down releasing the largest cock I have ever seen. It was thicker than the toy and an inch longer. My pussy burnt with longing as I saw it loll softly in front of my face.

"Fuck..." was all I could manage as I reached out to take the monster in my hand. "You're huge..." I softly jerked his large cock with my hand.

"Bigger than your boyfriend?" He asked.

"Try twice the fucking size." I replied, eyes fixed on the rock hard member, just a few millimetres from my face.

"Ask me if you can suck it." He said, a tone entering his voice I had never heard before.

"What?" I asked, taken aback.

"Ask to suck my cock. I know you want to."

Craig had never said anything like that. "Can..." I started, but lost my confidence a second later. I took a deep breath as I continued to jerk him. "Can I suck your cock?"

"Please." Mark said pointedly.

"Can I suck your cock...please?" Saying this made my pussy even wetter and sent electricity through my body. He was making me submissive. He was degrading me. Why did I love that?

As soon as 'please' had left my lips, Mark was pushing my head towards his balls. They were large and completely covered my mouth. He held me there, balls against my lips as he reached down to play with my tits. I started kissing and licking his balls, the taste was incredible. I didn't realise that cocks and balls had different tastes, I figured they'd all taste the same. But Mark's were sweaty and manly, I swear I could taste testosterone. Craig's had never tasted anything like that. 

After a few minutes running my tongue over his balls, his grip loosened and I moved my tongue onto the base of his shaft, the taste just getting better. He smelt fantastic too, so good that I felt myself going light headed again from what was happening to my body. My brain seemed obsessed with making enough juices to fit this cock in me, my pussy was wetter than ever.

I started working my way towards the tip of his cock, leaving sparkling saliva trails all over his dick. I popped his head into my mouth and softly sucked him, while one of my hands disappeared down into my knickers. I rubbed my clit as I started to take more of him into my mouth. I had to open my mouth so wide to fit him in, but the feeling of his throbbing cock against my tongue was driving me wild. I felt his hand against the back of my head as he forced his cock further into my throat. I gagged and choked before having to take his cock out of my mouth. Saliva hung between his cock and my mouth. I was disheartened to realise I had only taken an inch or so of him into my throat before needing to breathe.

He pulled my head slightly closer to him and started slapping his cock in my face. His cock felt so big as it his my cheek and I felt saliva cover me. Then he started rubbing his cock all over my face. By the time he repositioned himself and forced his cock back down my throat I was covered in saliva. I should have felt embarrassed. Letting a black man abuse my throat, shoving his dick all over my face and yet, I wasn't. I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life. I needed to get fucked. I needed Mark to fuck me. He continued to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth, pushing himself deeper each time while I desperately unbuttoned my shirt. I threw it to one side and wasted no time ripping my bra off. It was so hard concentrating on my clothes while I was being face fucked by a long black shaft, but I managed it. After a minute or so, Mark pulled out of my mouth to allow me to breath. He held his cock an inch away from my mouth and softly stroke it. I felt saliva drip down from my mouth over my tits.

He pushed me back onto the sofa so I was slouched down with my legs up in the air. He ripped off my trousers and knickers together and started rubbing his cock against my pussy.

"Beg for my cock." He ordered.

"But I-"

"Beg for my cock!" He shouted this time, teasing my pussy with his dick's giant head.

"Ahhhh..." I moaned before practically screaming, "Fuck me! Fuck me with your big black cock. Please. I need it."

"What about your boyfriend?" He said almost mockingly.

"Fuck him!" I shouted back, "I don't give a fuck. I just want you. I NEED you!"

That must have been enough for Mark as he pushed the tip of his cock inside me. I was so wet it slid it with ease, but not wet enough to avoid a slight sharp pain but it lasted for less than half a second before nothing but pleasure remained. I moaned as he slowly slid his cock in further, swiftly penetrating me with half of his massive black dick. My pussy started resisting at that point, but this didn't bother him. He just started pulling out before rocking himself back in again.

"Shit..."I groaned as another inch entered me. "How the fuck are you this big..."

"Black men are superior." He laughed as he fucked me.

His strokes were already picking up speed and with every thrust he was getting deeper. I had almost taken him in balls deep when I felt the pressure start to mount. I pulled him in close to me so I could feel my tits against his black chest. I gripped his back tightly with my arms and wrapped my legs around his hips. I screamed myself to orgasm as he relentlessly fucked me. It was feeling the slap of his balls against my ass that sent me over the edge. He had finally gone balls deep in me. I came over his cock, my body thrashing underneath his, my arms going crazy on his back, pulling him in closer, hips smashing into his as I tried to take more of his dick. It was even better than my wildest dream.

He didn't even pause though, even when he felt my pussy clench around his shaft as I came. He just kept pounding away at me, forcing my body into the sofa with every slap. My first orgasm was barely over when the second one started building. I had no time to relax before my body tensed around him again. I moaned with satisfaction as I felt my pussy constrict.

This time, it must have been too much for him. He pulled himself out of me and groaned loudly, gripping my shoulders with his hands. Finally, my body started to relax as he panted above me.

"Damn, you're fucking tight." He groaned, "Your boyfriend needs to learn to fuck you properly." 

I shook my head. "I'm not sure he'll ever fuck me again." I panted, feeling my juices flow out of me. After a few minutes of him lying of top of me, getting his breath back, he stood up.

"Get on all fours. Over the arm," he ordered. I obliged happily, although my legs were shaking whenever I put weight on them. I lowered myself over the arm of the sofa with my ass in the air, offering myself to him. He wasted no time positioning himself behind me and forcing his cock back inside. How did it still feel this good?

He pulled my long ginger hair as he thrust himself inside me repeatedly. His motion was long and deep, but also somehow fast. I moaned loudly, feeling a third orgasm already start to build as he forced my entire body back making me impale myself on his dick. The feeling was intense. It was so much different than sex with Craig. The sheer size of both Mark and his cock make me feel small and submissive. I felt like I was his slut, just something to be used and for some reason that turned me on beyond belief. He had clearly coaxed a number of white women into bed with him. They probably had boyfriends or husbands too, but he was so dominant. So alpha.

He let go of my hair and my head dropped into the arm of the sofa. I had my eyes firmly shut and was concentrating on the feeling of his shaft inside me. It felt amazing. I started to cum as I began rocking my hips back onto his cock. He showed no mercy though and, again, continued to fuck me through my orgasm. My screams were so loud, I didn't even hear a bang coming from outside.

However, I heard the scream of, "What the fuck?" as the living room door opened. My head shot up and I saw Craig standing in the doorway, his mouth slightly open, watching me getting railed by a large black man.

"Shit!" I exclaimed, trying to push Mark away. "Craig, it's not-fuck," Mark hadn't stopped thrusting and showed no signs of stopping. The pleasure was still amazing, but I was panicking.

"Jen, what-" Craig tried to say.

"It's not what it-Get off me!" I yelled, leaning back, trying to push Mark off me. He grabbed my wrist though and I suddenly realised how strong he was. He pinned my arm to my back, then grabbed the other and did the same. He pinned me to the sofa and continued fucking by soaked pussy. "Stop..." I moaned, feeling another orgasm start to build. "Craig, I'm sor-fuck..." I gritted my teeth as the orgasm built.

"Your girl...is a great whore." Mark stammered as he fucked me. "You should have...fucked her...better." I started to moan louder. I could feel Craig watching us, but I didn't care. The feeling of Mark's black cock was just unbearable. I screamed with pleasure as I tightened around his cock for the fourth time, coming hard over his shaft.

"Jen...why?" Craig whimpered quietly. I looked up at Craig as I was getting fucked, trying to look sympathetic, but the only look I could find was pity.

"I'm sorry." I moaned as Mark pushed himself balls deep in me and fell onto my back, panting loudly. "I didn't mean for it to happen..." Suddenly, I noticed something about Craig. "Craig...are you hard?" I half laughed. Craig blushed and quickly covered his crotch.

"You like watching your girlfriend fuck a black guy?" Mark asked, laughing. "I'm not surprised. She's a great black cock slut." I wanted to tell him to stop calling me that, but the truth was, I loved it.

"I-er..." Craig stammered.

"Sit down," Mark ordered, pointing to the chair opposite the sofa. "Sit down and watch how a real man fucks a sexy redhead." And with that, he started pumping me again. I watched Craig hesitant before heading over to the chair.

"You're...ngh...actually going to watch him-ah...fuck me?" I asked in-between loud moans. Craig nodded bashfully and sat in the chair.

"Maybe he'll learn something." Mark said as he railed my pussy harder.

The situation was just too much for me; my boyfriend watching me fuck a hung black guy. An unbelievable FIFTH orgasm was quickly building. I focused on the feeling of the cock stretching me apart as I watched Craig stealthily pull out his own dick. It looked so small compared to the beast I had inside me. This thought made me cum without warning. I moaned through gritted teeth as somehow, my pussy found more cum to cover Mark's cock with.

Mark didn't stop fucking me. I started pushing myself back against his hips as best I could as I watched Craig softly start wanking his cock. It actually looked cute in his hand, his little white knob. I was right, there was no way Craig was ever fucking me again. Not with that thing. Craig watched helplessly, furiously beating his meat as Mark relentlessly fucked me to yet another orgasm.

"Tell him you love my cock." Mark said as he thrust. "Tell him you love my BLACK cock."

I looked Craig in the eyes. He looked back expectantly. "I'm sorry, Craig." I said, "It's true. I...uh...ah...I love his black cock." I managed to stammer. "I FUCKING love it." I reiterated as Mark started groaning above me. "He's so fucking big. He's amazing." I panted as I came again. Mark must have felt me coming because he pushed himself as deep inside me as he could get before stopping, one hand still pinning my arms behind my back, the other squeezing my ass hard, as if he was trying desperately not to cum. He stayed there for a few minutes while my body relaxed.

"Get up," he said, pulling out of me with a slurp. "Suck my cock again. I want him to watch you." It took me mere seconds to move from my place on the sofa, to kneeling in front of Mark, his gorgeous balls pressed against my mouth again.

"Look at how big he is." I said to Craig as I licked Mark's balls. Craig's eyes were wide, looking at my little white face being invaded by Mark's large black cock and balls. "He is seriously amazing. Best fuck I've ever had." I told Craig as I started to lick up and down his shaft.

"I think your girl is black cock only now." Mark said to Craig.

"Damn fucking right." I agreed as I took Mark's cock into my mouth and forced it down my throat as far as I could take it. I couldn't taste his cock any more, the only flavour I could detect was the overpowering taste of my cum and pussy juices. There were large splodges of white all over his dick, my pussy cream, that I happily lapped up as well as I swapped between sucking his massive black cock while jerking it with one hand and licking all over his black shaft, covering it in saliva.

Craig was going crazy on his cock. He clearly loved watching his girlfriend take a black cock in her mouth. It made me smile as I sucked, watching a mixture of pleasure and frustration etched on his face. Mark started pushing my head down further onto his cock and I tried my best to go as deep as I could. I was elated to see three quarters of his black dick disappear into my mouth, but quickly had to pull out to gag slightly, spit dripping all over my chin and onto my tits.

Mark lifted me up and threw me back onto the sofa. I lay on my back and spread my legs for him, hoping he'd get the message. He did and positioned himself between them before forcing his way back inside.

As he fucked my I looked over at Craig. A thought came into my mind making me bite my lip. "Come here." I said, beckoning him over with a finger. He hesitated slightly, but did what I said. "Cum on me." I told him. Mark stopped fucking me and looked down at me with shock.

"You want him to cum on you?" Mark asked, panting slightly.

"I'd rather it was another hung black man." I said, "But he'll have to do won't he." Mark smiled his cheeky grin as he started fucking me again.

"Better do what she says, man." He said to Craig, "It's probably gonna be the closest thing to sex you'll be having with her."

I started to moan loudly as Mark fucked me harder. "Cum for me Craig." I said, looking up at him as he jerked himself off. "Cum while you watch me fuck a black guy." I pressed my elbows together, forcing my tits up and out. Craig continued wanking himself above them, his face contort in a weird expression. "Cum on my tits!" I shouted, as I felt myself about to cum. "Cum on me while a black man makes me cum!" I let out a long, loud moan as I came over Mark's cock. Craig groaned loudly at the sound and shot a few jets of cum over my tits. It was hot and sticky. I smiled as I ran a hand over my boob, Mark still fucking me.

"Thank you..." I moaned, "Now sit the fuck down." Craig sheepishly headed back to his chair and flopped down, breathing heavily.

"You call that cum?" Mark laughed, sweat dripping over his face. "I'll show you what real cum is."

Mark picked up even more speed somehow. It was like he was trying to destroy my body, well, he had already succeeded in doing that. He continued pushing himself down into me over and over as I started to come yet again, I had lost count how many times. The feeling of my pussy pulsing around his cock was too much for him and I felt him slam himself deep inside me. He unleashed a large jet off cum into me, making me squeal with absolutely bliss. It was hot and filled me up. He pumped me a few more times, making the cum spread through my pussy before pulling out and pushing my legs down.

He positioned himself over my stomach, one knee on the sofa, one of the floor as he let out another three or four jets of cums. The first couple landed over my tits, making Craig's cum completely disappear underneath Mark's reams. The last two hit me square in the face with a splat, mixing with my own saliva as it ran down over my lips.

"Holy shit," I panted, running my hands over my tits and licking the cum off my lips. His cum tasted as good as his cock did. "You are...amazing." He smiled that cheeky grin, making me feel all warm inside.

"You are." He replied softly as he stood up. I couldn't move. I just lay there, cum dripping all over my body, as I watched Mark dress himself. He pulled a pen out of his pocket and grabbed my arm. He quickly scribbled a number down onto my skin before walking toward the living room door.

"Sorry, man," he said looking back at Craig, "I don't think your girlfriend is interested in you any more. Jenny," he continued turning to me, "call me if-" he stopped and his smile widened, "-WHEN you want my cock again. I think you're a keeper." All I could do was smile back as he turned and left. The living room door shut and there was a slam as the front door closed. I turned to Craig and realised that we were now alone. There was silence for a few minutes. I kept playing with the cum on my tits nervously, waiting for him to say something.

Eventually, he said, "He's...just using you, you know." I couldn't help but laugh. I gingerly pushed myself to my feet, trying, and failing, to stop the cum from dripping over the sofa and floor.

"He was the best fuck of my life." I said flatly, "I don't give a shit if he's using me. I will be seeing him again tomorrow. I suggest you either shut up and watch, or take your stuff and get the fuck out." Craig just sat in his chair, a stunned look on his face.

"I'm going to get a shower." I said, happily as I licked Mark's cum off my fingers.



Accidental Bull



This is my first attempt at writing anything for publication other than business and training materials so I want to take this opportunity to thank my new friend Angel_Love for agreeing to be my editor. If you like what you read it is due in great part to her assistance. Also I would appreciate any feedback that any of you readers would care to send me. 

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Setting

I'm a BDSM Dom and in the early 90's I had been active for several years. I had found that my niche within the BDSM community was training newbie and novice submissive women. Once they were trained I tended to lose interest fairly quickly. But I had a good reputation and some other Doms and Dommes had sent me their new subs for training. My specialty was and still is humiliation. However, I'm proud to say that I always remain on good terms with the subs I've trained after I've placed them with a suitable Dom. Several have ended up married to the Doms with whom I've placed them.

The internet boom was just beginning. For all intents and purposes, there were only three service providers, AOL, Prodigy, and CompuServe. AOL was already the largest, but I preferred Prodigy. It was a smaller and more intimate community and I found it a lot easier to navigate. Its chat service was certainly more user friendly. At the time CompuServe was more a business service rather than a personal service.

One of the reasons I liked Prodigy was that you could look into a chat room before entering and see who was already there. You could also instant message anyone in the room from outside the room. If you were in the room you could turn off your incoming instant messaging.

I was pleased, after joining Prodigy to find a thriving BDSM community online. There were several ongoing password protected BDSM chat rooms that I quickly became a part of so it was not unusual for me to get an IM from someone I didn't know, usually asking for the password to the room so they could enter, and occasionally from someone asking me questions about BDSM itself.

Contact

So it wasn't any surprise when one day while in one of the chat rooms I received an IM from someone with the screen name Judith28.

Judith28: Pardon me, Sir. But may I ask you a question?

Shaman325: Sure

Judith28: Thank you. One of the women in your room referred me to you.

Of course my first thought was that it was some sub or sub wannabe looking for a Dom to either collar them or train them or both. This was usually a tiresome process because most either backed off when I explained about my humiliation proclivities; or, they were looking for a long term relationship which didn't interest me at all.

Shaman325: So what can I do for you?

Judith28: Well. This is kind of hard for me to talk about because it's embarrassing because it's very personal and because I'm not sure what to ask.

I was getting impatient. 

Shaman325: Well, YOU IMed me. So when you decide. Let me know.

She never responded. So I felt pretty pleased with myself for scaring off another waster of my time.

I quickly totally put the exchange out of my mind and moved on with my life. A couple of weeks later, however, an IM popped up on my screen from Judith28. I had no memory of her whatsoever.

Judith28: Pardon me Sir. A couple of weeks ago I IMed you and told you I had some questions but then chickened out."

Shaman325: ok

Judith28: You told me when I decided what I wanted to ask to let you know.

Shaman: ok

Judith28: I've written down my questions so I'm ready to chat now.

Shaman325: ok

There was a long pause and I had already deleted our conversation when she popped up again. She informed me that her husband had told her he was submissive and that he wanted her to be his Dominatrix. She was unaware of what that might entail, even though she had a rough idea. She didn't know where to start and was even unsure if she wanted to. But, she felt she owed it to her husband to at least learn what she could about it and perhaps even give it a try.

During the exchange that followed, I determined that she was serious and desperately needed help. And so began an odyssey that would take me to a place I'd never been before. Little did I realize it at that time what path I was on.

Training

I ended up setting up a secret private room so we could chat without interruption. I had trained a couple of Doms before and in both cases it was with married couples with the husband being the Dom and with their sub wives being present. I had never paid particular attention to Dommes with male subs. But I thought I could at least be helpful to her to understand BDSM in general.

So we stayed in touch by chatting online and exchanging emails. She slowly began to relax and open up and shared with me the most intimate information regarding her marriage and her sex life. Her name was Judy and she was 28 years old, hence her name. Her husband's name was Frank and he was 33.

Then after interacting, only by the internet for a while, we moved on to telephone calls. We had actually become friends and I was looking forward to her Domination of her husband. She seemed to be gaining a new confidence and I fully expected she would be great as a Domme.

She had thought their sex life was good. They had both been virgins when they married five years before, but had both been awakened sexually from their first bonding. They had no children so they were very spontaneous and fucked all over the house whenever the mood struck. They both had strong sex drives and each felt totally free to initiate sex any time they wanted. They both loved giving and receiving oral sex and yes... she swallowed.

She laughed when she told me about the first time she had taken his hard cock into her mouth at his request. She hadn't hesitated but did have some misgivings as she took it into her hand and looked at it closely. First, she had kissed the head of his circumcised rod. Then she licked the length of it.

She giggled, "I actually didn't do it because I was trying to tease him. I did it to begin working up the nerve to actually put him in my mouth. It was a delaying tactic. But once I got up the nerve to actually place his penis in my mouth and felt it for the first time on my tongue, I knew I would be doing this again and again. It was the most erotic feeling as I began bobbing my head slowly up and down his shaft. This was the first time for him too and he didn't last for more than 15 seconds before he shot his semen into my mouth."

She broke into a musical laugh, "I was choking and spitting and he was moaning. His semen kept spurting, hitting me in my face and hair and landing all over my breasts. When his climax had passed, I was still clutching his penis and I was still spitting and we both began to laugh.

"You know, as sticky as semen is you can't spit it all out as much as you try," she giggled, "So I finally gave up trying. It was then I realized I actually liked the taste."

"I had heard that men like women to swallow their semen. So I began cleaning it from my face a breast and licking my fingers clean and swallowing it. I've been a bona fide penis sucker and semen swallower ever since. I loved it!"

"That is sooo hot!" I told her.

"Oh God I'm so embarrassed! I can't believe I told you all the details like that. But as I started talking I began reliving it in my mind and got carried away. I even got wet while I was telling you. God!! And I can't believe I actually told you that!"

I laughed out loud, "It's okay." I assured her. "You can share anything with me. Do you masturbate?"

After a long pause a soft, meek and tentative voice came back to me over the phone, "Sometimes."

"Then go ahead," I laughed. "Don't let me stop you."

"But I'm not ready to hang up," she protested.

"Then don't hang up, just go ahead and do it," I urged.

There was total silence on the line for a few moments. And then I heard it. Her breathing had changed and was becoming ragged. Then she said, trying to control the tremble in her voice, "I don't think I could do that."

I smiled to myself. "Aren't you already doing that?"

"How did you know?" she asked in alarm.

"I can tell by her breathing when a woman is in a state of passion," I responded. "But don't stop. Keep going."

"Keep talking to me," she breathed into the phone.

"Don't you want to get more comfortable? Why don't you take your panties off?"

"I'm not wearing any. I sleep in only a tee shirt and I haven't dressed yet."

"God that's hot," I said, meaning it, as I visualized her as she played with herself.

"Are you rubbing your clit?"

"Yes," she breathed.

"Take two of your fingers and stick them in your pussy. Get them very wet."

"Oh yeah!" she moaned.

"Are they good and wet?"

"Uh huh."

"Now place them in your mouth and pretend your fingers are Frank's cock. Suck all of your juices off of them. Put the taste of sex in your mouth."

"I could hear her soft slurping sounds as she sucked on her pussy-wet fingers."

"Can you taste the sex?"

"Uh huh," she whimpered around her fingers.

"Have you ever tasted your own juices before?"

"Huh uh." The whimper was more pronounced.

"Do you like it?"

"Oh God yes!" she hissed removing her fingers from her mouth.

"Then go for it Judy! Do it! Let yourself go! Remember how good Frank's cock feels in your mouth! Let yourself cum!"

I could hear her chair squeaking, her moans and groans, her rapid breathing, her whimpers, then her uh, uh, uh, uh, uh! "I'm gonna climax!" she choked out.

"Go for it! Cum, cum, cum, cum, cum," I chanted.

Then I heard a blood curdling scream; so loud I had to hold the receiver away from my ear. When it subsided I could hear breathing deeply, trying to regain control.

As she seemed to settle down, I laughed and asked, "Are you usually that loud when you cum?"

"I'm afraid so," she giggled.

"That's awesome!" I replied, meaning it.

I noticed my cock had gotten hard as a rock. "I'll take care of you later," I thought smiling to myself.

"So do you feel good now?" I asked her.

"Yeah, mostly I do," she said somewhat tentatively.

"Mostly? What do you mean?

"I'm feeling a little like I cheated on Frank. So I'm feeling a little guilty," she responded.

"Listen, Judy. Whose cock were you fantasizing while you masturbated?"

"His."

"So how could you be cheating on him when he was the one on your mind?"

"I never thought of that," she laughed with relief. "Now I feel great!"

It would be a long time before we did anything like that again, but she continued to fill me in on their sex life. They experimented with a lot of positions including many of the "Kama Sutra" positions. She laughed when telling me about how they would try to get into the contortionist positions that came with that and how Frank had pulled a muscle in his leg one night trying one position.

They even loved the excitement of having sex in places where they might get caught. They had fucked with her straddling and facing him at the only remaining drive-in movie within a 100 mile radius. She had knelt and sucked his cock between cars in the parking lot of a night club. Then he had bent her over the hood of their car and taken her from behind. They had had sex in their sleeping bag about three feet from another couple with whom they had gone camping. She had even sucked him off in a stall of a women's restroom at church, for God's sake. (no pun intended)

So with the exciting sex life they were enjoying she had been shocked when her husband had approached her with his request. A shock I could fully comprehend. But she seemed to have accepted it and threw herself into learning how to be the special kind of bitch required to be a Dominatrix.

The Big Event

Then the day finally arrived for the Big Event... her first session with her husband. She had told him she had been in contact with me and he was looking forward to this day as much as she was. I was also looking forward to it.

On the day of the Big Event my phone rang. It was her husband, Frank.

"Hello, Master. This is Frank, Mistress Judy's slave."

This was the first direct contact we had had.

"Don't call me Master, Frank. I'm not your Master. Call me Sir. You don't belong to me. You belong to Judy. Now what do you want?"

"Yes Sir. I just wanted to thank you for all you've done for Mistress Judy and for me. I can't wait until we officially kick off our new relationship tonight. She's deliberately making me wait until then."

I smiled to myself since we had discussed this strategy and it seemed to be having the desired effect. "No problem, Frank. I did it for Judy. I actually don't give a shit if you derive some benefit from it though. Is your Mistress with you?"

"I understand, Sir, and yes she is."

"Put her on the line."

"Yes Sir."

She came on the line in an almost bubbly way. I could tell she was as excited as Frank. We talked for a minute and right before we signed off she giggled, "When I get good at this I may invite you to watch me put this bad boy through his paces."

"I'd be honored," I laughed. "Call me in the morning."

She assured me she would and we rang off.

About 9:00 that evening I was online when suddenly an IM popped up from Judy asking me to please get off the computer so she could call me. (This was in the bad old days of telephone modems that ran at 14K and tied up your phone line.)

I asked her if anything was wrong.

Judith28: Just please, please let me talk to you.

Shaman325: I'll call you in just a minute.

She answered on the first ring in tears. She was sobbing so hard I couldn't understand a word she was saying. But after some soothing and cajoling on my part, she finally got herself enough under control to be understood in between her sobs.

"Oh, (sob) Jim. (hic) I couldn't do it. (sob) It goes against (sob) everything that (sob) I am. I'm not a pushy (sob) person. (hic) I told you that. (sob) But I thought I had overcome it (hic) but I haveeen't...." And broke into another mournful wail and fell to pieces again.

Suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt totally stupid for not having noticed it before.

"Judy, I think that you and Frank need to have a real heart discussion tonight. I'll call you in the morning and we can talk when you've had a chance to get yourself together. In the mean time, put Frank on the phone."

Frank came on the line with Judy's wails still in the background. "Yes Sir?"

"Frank, you want to please Judy and that's why you want to serve her, right?"

"Of course Sir! I've always wanted to please her."

"Why do you think Judy has worked so hard to learn about this so she could become your Mistress?"

There was a long pause. "Shit! She's doing it to please me. How could I have been so stupid and insensitive?"

"You're gonna have to stand in line for self-recriminations, buddy. I'm the experienced one here and I'm the one who should have picked up on it weeks ago. I think we've both failed her miserably. I think you're the one who's going to have to give her comfort tonight and I'll call her in the morning. Think you can handle that?"

"I'll do my best. I'll call you first thing in the morning before you call her and give you a report."

He had obviously been listening in.

"Good. Thanks."

I couldn't sleep that night. I kept going over in my head everything that had occurred to see if I could figure out how I had let this happen. The answer eventually had become obvious. I had let my ego cloud my thinking and judgment. I was very proud of my ability to train and shape the attitudes and behaviors of subs and therefore I had assumed that I could take a normal vanilla housewife and turn her into a hard-assed Domme. I had come to care deeply about Judy and I had let her down. I had deluded myself into believing I was doing it for her, when in fact, I was only doing it to prove to myself I could do it. It may sound strange to hear it from a humiliation Dom, but I felt like an asshole for letting her down this way.

The Morning After

 I was dead to the world in an exhausted and dreamless sleep when a ringing sound began to penetrate my consciousness. I tried to ignore it but it kept intruding. Finally I woke enough to realize it was the phone beside my bed ringing. I rolled over, still more asleep than awake and looked at the alarm clock radio on my nightstand. 6:30 A.M! 

"Who the fuck is calling me at this hour?" I muttered under my breath.

"Hello," I mumbled.

"Good morning, Jim. This is Frank."

"Frank who?"

"Judy's husband... Frank."

That was enough to finally penetrate the fog. "Oh, Frank! Sorry I was asleep."

"Sorry to call so early, but I have to leave for work. Judy's still asleep so I thought this would be a good time. Would you like for me to call you later?

"No. This is fine. How did it go last night?"

"Better than I thought it would. I think at some level she was relieved. It's obvious to me now that she is never going to be a Dominatrix. She's simply just too sweet and loving a person to do that, even in role-playing."

"So you two have things worked out?"

"I think so. It took a lot of persuading on my part, but I believe I finally convinced her that I didn't think any less of her and that I totally adore her and that my love for her was stronger than my need to be a submissive."

"And she believed you?"

"Of course she did. It's easier to convince somebody about your feelings when you're telling the truth. I really do adore her and would never intentionally hurt her."

"So is it true that you love her more than your need for submission?"

"Don't get me wrong. I need submission, even crave it. But I don't think you fully comprehend how deeply I love Judy. I would do anything for her, including giving up my quest for submission."

He sounded totally sincere. But I'd been around too many subs that tried to stay in a vanilla relationship and couldn't make it work, even though they loved their spouses dearly. But this was not the time to get into a deep discussion on the topic with Frank so I just simply said, "Okay, Frank. Good. Thanks for calling. I'm glad things seem to working out. I'll let Judy sleep another couple of hours before calling her."

"Thanks, Jim. She was emotionally exhausted last night and she didn't get to sleep until very late. And Jim... thanks so much for being Judy's friend and for all the support you've given her. I don't know you much at all, but I hope you don't abandon your friendship with her just because this saga seems to be coming to an end."

"No problem. I consider Judy to be a friend beyond the training."

"Good. Thanks Jim. You seem like a nice guy. Maybe if you and Judy stay in touch, you and I can get to know each other too."

"That'd be great, Frank. Take care."

I hung up the phone. The conversation had been both reassuring and troubling at the same time. I believed the assessment that Frank had given me was heartfelt truth. I also knew from experience that once the shit was out of a horse, it's hard to get it back in. Once somebody has discovered their inner Dom or sub, they never really seemed to be able to get over it totally, even trying hard with the best intentions.

At 9:00 Judy called. I had my hand on the receiver to call her so it startled me when it rang at my touch. I jerked my hand away from the phone and immediately laughed at myself as I reached back and picked up the phone.

"Hello."

I almost didn't recognize her voice. It was not much more than a hoarse whisper. "Hi, Jim. It's me."

"Hey, Sweetheart. How are you doing this morning?"

"Better than last night." she said with a small mirthless laugh.

"Now convince me."

She responded with another small laugh less dark than the first. "Smartass."