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Dirty Girl

By: damonX



"Do you have a club card?" 

Suddenly I was snapped out of my trance. 

"Huh? Oh, umm yeah." 

I fumbled around in my wallet trying to find the card as she smiled at me. I could tell she was amused. I, on the other hand, was embarrassed beyond belief. How long had I been staring at her? 

"Here you go," I said passing the card to her. 

She smiled as she took it from my hand. I started to wonder how old she was. I guessed about eighteen. She had that youthful appearance, but was still well developed. Her skin was flawless, with not a blemish in site. She was wearing makeup, but not enough to seem trashy. Her hair was a light blonde, which is what probably attracted me to her in the first place. That, and her mouth. Guys usually don't pay much attention to a girl's mouth, but I think that it can be far more sexy that a pair of tits or a nice ass. 

And this girl's mouth was to die for. 

Her perfect pouty little lips made me hard just looking at them. I also noticed that she had braces, giving her that innocent school girl look. Her breasts were maybe less than average, but that didn't bother me. Her body looked firm and she had an ass that was outlined perfectly by her tight black pants. How could a girl in a grocery store uniform look this good?! 

I was reading her name tag when she looked back at me. "Bria," it read. 

"Anything else?" 

Just then I noticed that it must have looked like I was staring at her chest and I quickly looked up. 

"Nice name." 

"Thanks," she said with a grin. "Can I get you anything else?" 

"How about your phone number?" 

I couldn't believe what I had just said. I braced myself for the shutdown. 

"How about I just come over after work." 

I was shocked. 

"Uh, okay. Great," I stammered. 

I then scribbled my name and address down on a piece of paper and handed it to her. 

"Damon," she read. "Nice name." 

"Thanks," I said taking my groceries and heading out to my car. 

A million thoughts went through my head on the way home. Did she want to fuck or did she just just want to hang out. Either way was okay with me, although the thought of those lips wrapped around my dick sent shivers up my spine. As soon as I got home I jumped in the shower. It didn't take long for me to begin stroking myself and soon I was spraying the shower walls with more that just water. I then got out, cleaned up the place a little and waited patiently. 

I was starting to think that she wasn't going to show up, when I heard a knock at the door at around 11:00 pm. I opened it to find my dream girl standing there. 

"Hi," she said, walking inside. "Do you mind if I have a quick shower?" 

"Sure," I replied, staring at her ass as she walked by. 

When she came out of the bathroom she had changed from her uniform into a short black skirt and a little white top. A pair of knee high white sox adorned her feet. 

She sat down on the couch next to me and let out a sigh of relaxation. We immediately started in on a little small talk after I gave her a drink. I learned that she was in fact eighteen, and that she had just had her birthday a couple days ago. She also informed me that she had a boyfriend, and that he had blown her off to go out with his friends on her birthday. 

"I think he might be cheating on me too," she said. 

"Really?" I asked. "He would have to be the stupidest guy the world!" 

Bria smiled and leaned back. 

"And why is that?" she asked. 

"Because you're the hottest girl I've ever seen!" 

I knew it was a little forward but I figured I might as well go for it. 

"Aww, that's so sweet," she said. 

At that moment I though I knew that there was no way I was going to get any from this girl. When a girl calls you sweet, it usually means she likes you as a friend and had no interest in you sexually. I was just beginning to think that I was going to spend the night jerking off when she leaned in and kissed me. It was just a peck on the lips, but it was better that nothing. 

"Do you think your boyfriend would mind that you did that?" I asked teasingly. 

"I don't really care," she answered back. "I might just do more than that." 

"Oh really?" 

"That's right." 

"Well what are you waiting for?" 

In a flash she was on me. Her hands grabbed at my hair as her tongue dove into my mouth. It took me a little while to regain my senses, but I soon started kissing her back with equal intensity. It was the first time I had ever kissed a girl with braces, and it felt kind of weird. I placed my hands were on her tiny waist only to have Bria grab then and push then down to her ass. My fingers clutched her firm ass as our tongues danced. She tasted so sweet I could have kissed her for hours. My cock was at full attention, pressing hard into her as she straddled me. She obviously enjoyed the feeling as she started to grind her body into mine. I couldn't believe this was happening. 

"You know," she whispered into my ear as I started to kiss her neck. "I've been noticing you for a while now." 

Her nimble little tongue flicked at my ear sending shivers down my body. 

"And I've wanted to fuck you since the moment I laid eyes on you." 

With that she started sliding down my body, coming to rest on her knees before me. She looked up with a cute little smile and started to undo my pants. I threw my head back in ecstasy as her small, delicate hands dove into my pants and pulled out my turgid cock. She seemed to study it, stroking it softly, before pulling my pants completely off. A small droplet of precum had found it's way to the head of my dick, and Bria lowered her head and placed her lips just around the fleshy cap sucking softly. She then took it and pushed it to the side, running her tongue down the hard shaft, leaving a glistening trail behind her. Like an artist she worked on my cock, wetting it before allowing it to slip through her little pink lips. It slid over her tongue and down her throat as her hand caressed my balls. 

"Damn, you're good," I managed to say between labored breaths. 

Bria said nothing but looked up at me with those big innocent eyes. subtly, her fingers moved from my balls, down between my legs. I threw my head back as one of her slender fingertips grazed the rim of my asshole. At first I thought it was accidental, but soon realized that it was on purpose. With increasing pressure, she stroked my tight hole, sometimes poking her tiny finger inside. 

"You dirty girl," I said with a smile, admiring the work she doing on me. 

Bria allowed my dick to slip from her mouth and looked up at me. 

"Do you like dirty girls?" she asked, forcing her finger farther up my ass. 

"Oh yes." 

"Good." 

With that, she put my glistening hard cock back into her sweet little mouth, sucking harder than before. I put both hands at the back of her head coaxing her to suck faster. She complied, moaning on my dick, obviously enjoying it. I just stared down at her mouth wrapped around my cock and began to feel that familiar feeling. As much as I wanted to continue I knew my time was almost up. With a violent thrust my hips bucked forward sending a torrent of hot cum spewing from my cock into the young girl's mouth. Bria didn't seem to mind, and in fact moaned even louder as she eagerly sucked down my fluid. I sighed deeply as she let go of my dick and sat back up on the couch. My eyes were closed in relaxation, but I could feel her moving closer. I then felt her lips on mine again, kissing me with just as much passion as before. I could taste the subtle bitterness of my cum on her tongue as she continued to kiss me. 

"I guess it's my turn now then," she said. 

I looked at her, with her deep youthful eyes and her slightly protruding upper lip, the lips that made her cute and sexy all at the same time. I then realized that there was nothing I would rather do than lick this girl's pussy. 

With a silent smile I slid off the couch to assume the position Bria had just been in. She smiled back as she pulled her skirt down and moved over in front of me, spreading her legs and showing me her little white panties. I couldn't tell for sure, but I thought I saw a hint of moisture clinging to the thin fabric. 

Gently I reached up and pulled them down her smooth, slender legs. I then found myself staring at the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. It was a light pinkish color and void of hair save for a thin strip of blonde that reached up a few inches above her hole. As she lifted her legs I could see her tiny pink anus as well, so tight and inviting. 

I moved my head in and lightly touched her clit with my tongue, eliciting a quiet moan from her sexy mouth. Her hands clawed at the fabric on the couch as I slowly licked her pussy lips from top to bottom, before nestling into her sweet hole. I pushed my tongue in as far as I could, enveloping her entire cunt with my mouth. Her hands went from the couch to my head, running through my hair, urging me on. Reaching up, I gently spread her pussy lips and went to work on her clit, sucking and nibbling it with my lips. Bria took one of my hands and placed it at her pussy, obviously wanting more than a good licking. I took the hint and slid two fingers into her as I flicked her clit with my tongue. 

She was tight. Tight and wet. As I worked my fingers in and out of her hot little cunt a thin trickle of fluid ran down my hand. Suddenly she pulled my hand away and brought it to her mouth. Her eyes burned into me as she put my wet fingers into her mouth and sucked them, just as she had sucked my cock minutes earlier. I had never been more turned on in my life. I wanted this girl bad. I wanted all of her. 

I resumed licking and Bria shifted her hips and pulled her legs even farther back. 

"Will you do something for me?" she asked in that cute little voice of hers. 

"Anything," I replied. 

"Will you lick me here?" 

Bria brought her small hand down and placed a finger on her tiny puckered asshole. I smiled. 

"Maybe if you ask me nicely." 

"Will you please lick my ass for me?" 

I needed no encouragement. In fact there was nothing more that I would rather do than shove my tongue up this hot little chick's ass. 

I ran my tongue down her swollen pussy lips and planted little kisses around her anus, but not touching it. Her sexy moans were music to my ears. When I decided that I had teased her enough I flicked my tongue across her tight little rim, causing even more moans to escape her lips. Up and down, back and forth I swabbed her saliva soaked butthole before poking my tongue into her little pink bulls eye. Her ass was tight and squeezed my tongue like a vice. I had to plant my lips around her anus and push with all my strength to get any farther inside her ass. 

"Oh yeah," she squeaked, rubbing her clit frantically. 

I continued tongue fucking her asshole as she spasmed with a massive orgasm, causing even more of her love juices to flow from her pussy down to her ass. Hungrily, I lapped up her girl-cum from around her little pink anus before she pulled me up for another long wet kiss. 

"Fuck me now," she moaned as she laid back on the couch. 

I pushed her legs apart and placed my cock at her little wet entrance. Bria grabbed my cock and guided it in. I almost fainted as I slid inside her tight little hole. I thought I might even cum again, so I decided to go slow. She pulled me close and kissed me as our bodies melded together in a slow, sexy dance. Our chests were pressed together as my hips rotated, forcing my dick up inside her. I could hear the soft sucking sound of her pussy grabbing at my cock and I increased the tempo. Her eyes closed in ecstasy as I reached up and took a handful of her hair. I lowered my face to her ear and whispered nasty little things to her as I clutched her soft blonde strands, thrusting my pulsing dick into her tight, wet cunt. 

"Ooooooo," she moaned as she grabbed my ass with both hands pulling me into her body. 

Her body started to shudder and I knew she was cumming again. I could feel her fingernails dig into my ass and I responded by pumping her little pink pussy even harder. As her orgasm subsided I pulled out and sat up. She looked up at me with those big round eyes. 

"Don't stop!" she pleaded. "I don't care if you cum inside me. Just fuck me." 

"Are you sure?" I asked. 

"Yes. You can even do me from behind." 

"Okay. Bend over then." 

Bria rolled over and pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. thrusting her pert little ass up in the air. I licked my lips at the site. She brought her hand to her pussy and rubbed her clit as I pushed my cock back into her hot hole. She let out a huge sigh and tossed her head back as I entered her. I grabbed her slender hips and drove into her, filling her hole with my cock. Wetting a finger I placed it between her ass cheeks. Bria's moans gave me permission and I pressed it into her tight asshole. Her anus gripped my finger as I continued to fuck her. She then looked over her shoulder at me. 

"You make me feel so dirty!" she said. 

"Sorry," I replied. 

"No! I love it. I like being your dirty little girl." 

"How would you like to have my cock up your ass then dirty girl?" 

"Oh yes! I thought you'd never ask." 

That was all I needed. I pulled out and Bria rolled back onto her back. 

"I like it this way." she said, pulling her knees up to her chest. 

I stared at her tiny asshole, glistening with pussy juices and saliva. I then spat into my hand and stroked my cock. 

"Go slowly though," she squeaked. 

I pressed my head up to her hole. As I pushed forward, my cock nearly bent in half before her anus stretched enough to take it in. 

"Oooooo," she cooed, closing her eyes and pulling her knees tighter to her chest. 

I leaned in and slowly worked my meat up her little pink butt hole. I had fucked girls up the ass before but she was so unbelievably tight! 

"I don't know how long I'm going to last," I warned. 

"No,no,no,no. Please don't cum. Keep fucking me. Keep fucking my ass. Just wait until I cum again, then you can cum in my mouth if you want!" 

As much as I wanted to fill this girl's ass with cum, the though of spewing in her cute little face again was too good to pass up. I vowed to hold it in. 

Her ass was loosening up a bit, so I started to fuck her a little harder. I watched my dick disappear into her impossibly tight butt and clenched my muscles to keep from cumming. 

"Oh my God!" she squealed. 

I could feel her asshole clench around my cock as she came yet again. Her body spasmed and twitched and I had to pull out to keep from blowing my load. 

Bria sat up, breathing heavily. 

"Lay down," she said. 

I complied, slumping back on the couch. She curled her legs up under her and spread my legs wide. She then pushed my knees up towards my head and I was a little confused. Then it happened. Bria lowered her head and ran her tongue down my balls. Lower and lower. 

"Oh fuck!" I moaned as her little pink tongue poked at my asshole. 

I placed a hand on her head as she licked my most private area, running that nimble tongue in circles as she stroked my cock. That was it. I was done. 

Her hand job sent a massive gob of cum flying from my dick, landing on my chest. Immediately Bria wrapped her lips around my pulsing cock, and her mouth filled with my jism. When I stopped firing, she released me with a "pop" and crawled up my chest, licking up the creamy fluid she found there. 

"Damn," I said. "You are a dirty girl!" 

Bria just smiled. 

The End 

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Dirty Girl



Last night I had visited my friend in a nearby town. We had been drinking, and it had grown so late that it had become morning. We had talked about sex almost all night, and I was so horny, I could feel my slit slippery and wet. When I decided it was time for me to be on my way, she walked me to the door and gave me a sweet, soft kiss and licked my lips to say goodbye. 

I headed out of town, horny and unsatisfied, but looking for some adventure. As I drove, I started to feel my breasts, and rubbing and squeezing them. As I got hornier, I decided that my blouse was too restrictive. I unbuttoned it, and took my bra off. But it still wasn’t enough, so I took my blouse off. I rolled my window down so that I could feel the wind on my tits as they bounced when I hit the bumps on the dirt road. This still wasn’t enough for my horny appetite, and I began unbuttoning the denim miniskirt I was wearing, from the bottom up. I pulled my panties down, until they were just below my knees, and began stroking my clean shaven lips. 

Finally, I said out loud, “What the fuck. What I really want is to drive with my naked tits, ass, and pussy for all to see what a whore I am” and took off my panties and skirt, too. So I rode down the road, completely naked, and switched to a paved road. I thought this way, I would have a better opportunity to be seen. Sure enough, I came upon two semis pulled over, one behind the other. The drivers were out in front of one, talking. I had been banging myself, and as I came to the two men, I slowed way down. I pulled my middle finger out of my pussy, and sucked it, imagining I was sucking the cock of one of the two strangers, and when I pulled it out of my mouth, I pinched my nipple hard, lifting my tit for them to see how much I loved the pain. One just stood and smiled, while the other grabbed his cock through his pants. I smiled and drove on.

A few miles later, I came to a farm where I saw some men in a field gathered and talking. At the edge of the field was a small ditch where I could see was water pouring out of a pipe. Though it was morning, it was also hot, and I decided I could cool off and show my sluttish self at the same time. I pulled over and got out of the car, completely naked. I watched the group of men out of the corner of my eye, as I stepped down into the cold, watery ditch. My nipples grew instantly hard, and I began splashing myself with the fresh water. I could see that all of the men were now openly staring, and I could see that a few of them had hard cocks straining against the fronts of their pants. I turned my back to them and bent over, making certain that they had a perfect view of my swollen pussy as I bent to splash my tits with water again. 

As I rubbed the cold water over my body, I got so hot just thinking of those strange men wanting to fuck me. I was bent over, rubbing the water onto my dripping pussy, sticking a finger inside my aching hole. I couldn’t take the wave of heat that overcame me, and I fell onto my knees, still ramming one finger into myself. I decided I wanted these country bumpkins to see what a sleazy woman in need of a nasty fuck looked like, and I turned and fell onto my back in the mud. There were four of them, about thirty feet away, and I had their complete attention. My back was against the slope of the shallow ditch, and as I pushed against that, I pushed down with my feet until my entire pelvis was out of the muddy water. I spread my legs as wide as they would go, and rubbed mud all over my tits, stomach, pussy, and even my ass. It was such a strangely erotic feeling. 

I decided I wanted more, and said loudly, “Oh, God, I need a cock in my mouth so bad,” They nearly tripped over one another to get the prize blow job, and when one of them finally reached me, I told the rest that it was ok, they could all jack off while they watched. The first to reach me shoved his cock into my mouth so hard that I almost choked, but I sucked like I was trying to milk it. At the same time, I felt some fingers shoved into my pussy, while some other fingers stabbed my asshole. I couldn’t see from my vantage point who was doing what, but it didn’t matter. I loved having every opening filled, and they were treating me just like I deserved.

Someone suddenly tied a piece of cloth over my eyes, like a blindfold, and flipped me over, roughly. I was made to bend as if on my hands and knees, but my hands were pulled out behind me and used like reins while one strange cock impaled my ass, and another rammed down my throat. I made a lot of noise, as if the attention I was receiving was unwanted, but I secretly loved being treated like a dirty little whore. And I was dirty. I could feel unseen hands slap mud on my tits and squeeze them painfully. The whole time, cocks rhythmically slamming me on both ends. When the one in my ass finally shot his wad, another one took over, this time in the hole I really wanted fucked. 

It seemed like forever, cocks in every hole, fucking, sucking, pinching, pulling, slapping. But finally, they must have each cum on or in me at least twice. I could hear them begin to walk away, but one stayed behind. It sounded like he was peeling the husks off an ear of corn, and he stood next to me.

“You liked that didn’t you? We fucked you like the slut you are. We’re going to drive away now, and you will stay like this on your hands and knees until you count to one hundred…slowly.”

He shoved the ear of corn into my pussy and said, “Don’t let this fall out, either. Don’t take the blindfold off until you reach 100. When cars drive by, they’ll see what a nasty bitch you are.” And he left.

I began to count…10…the car drove away…30…a car drove past on the road. They had to see me! How humiliating. I could feel the wetness grow again…70…I reached down between my legs and grasped the corn in my hand tightly, shoving it in and out. Another car drove by, this time I could hear that it had slowed down to see what was happening…90. I began to moan as I tried to get it all the way in and pull it back out again, the soft little kernels feeling like they were ripping my insides up, getting covered in the cream from my pussy. As the next car drove by, I wasn’t even counting anymore. I was yelling at the top of my lungs as I came so hard I thought I might pass out. 

I pulled off the blindfold, and climbed out of the ditch toward my car. As I rode down the road, naked and muddy, I wondered what I could show next… 



Dirty Girl



My wife, April is a dirty girl. She lost her virginity at a young age, and by the time she graduated from college, she had completely lost track of how many guys that she had slept with. I was fully aware of her promiscuous reputation when I first met her, but despite her apparent immorality, I found myself deeply attracted to her.

April has a gorgeous face. She has large, captivating blue eyes, her lips full and thick. She has a dynamite body with the nicest pair of 36C tits, a hot little ass, and the best legs that I have ever seen. But what makes her all the more attractive is her excessive sex appeal. She is practically overflowing with sexuality. I've never met a girl that can turn men, and even some women on, like, April.

My wife is so desirable she could easily have had any guy that she wanted. I believe the only reason we ended up together, was because I was one of the few guys able to look beyond her promiscuous past. 

The first time I had sex with April, I could feel that her pussy was slightly loose compared to most of the girls that I had been with, but I have to admit, thinking about how it got that way began to turn me on. While my bare cock pistoned in and out of her licentious cunt, I couldn't help but wonder, just how many other guys had there been? Dozens for sure, maybe even hundreds. Thinking of how she had been fucked by such a large number of men had a strange effect on me. Suddenly I started to come. April encouraged me to fill her pussy as I spurted uncontrollably into her welcoming hole.

April and I started dating and despite the fact that it was almost impossible for us to go out in public and not run into one of her former lovers, I soon found myself falling for her. We spent all of our free time together and everything was going quite well, until one night, in a drunken moment of indiscretion, she had sex with my roommate, Chris.

All three of us had been drinking at my place when at about two in the morning I said that I had to go to bed. I was tired from a long week of work and I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. When I asked April to join me, she declined saying that she wanted to stay up for one more drink. 

I was reluctant to leave the two of them alone, but I was also too tired to argue with her. I decided that I would have to learn to trust her sometime, so I went to bed, and soon fell asleep.

The next morning, I awoke around nine and April wasn't in bed with me. A wave of foreboding washed through me as I got out of bed to go find her. Sure enough, I found April sleeping on my couch in the nude, her clothing scattered on the living room floor. I woke her, and demanded to know what had happened. 

At first she was confused, having been woken from a deep sleep. But eventually April admitted that she had fucked Chris.

I stormed into Chris' room prepared to pound the ever-loving crap out of him, only to find that he had already left for work.

As I came back into the living room April was crying. I sat down on the other end of the couch and told her to get her clothing and get out. 

With that she began to sob and begged me to forgive her. She swore that nothing like this would ever happen again. She threw all kinds of excuses at me, even going so far as to blame me for leaving them alone together when I knew that she had been drinking.

About forty-five minutes past with April continually pleading me to forgive her. I tried to stay angry. I tried to hold firm in my decision to end our relationship. But I really didn't want to loose her, and I couldn't help but be turned on by her "just-fucked" appearance. She looked so sexy and slutty with her hair and make-up all disheveled, my feelings of anger were quickly being replaced by feelings of lust and excitement. 

To make a long story short, I reluctantly forgave her for cheating on me. 

April wrapped her arms around me, squeezing me tight and thanking me for the second chance. 

She smelled of sex and I found myself becoming even more aroused by her heady scent. We started kissing and I realized that I had to fuck her.

Sensing my need, April lay back on the couch while I removed my pants. As soon as I had them off she spread her legs, and guided my stiff prick to her opening. 

I couldn't help but notice April's pussy was swollen and coated with the sticky remenants of recent sexual activities. Her pubic hair was matted with dried semen, and her ass and thighs looked shiny and sticky. 

Noticing my look she said, "Sorry, I can go wash first if you want."

I just shook my head no. "It's okay." I rasped. I told myself then that I was too horny to wait, but looking back now I think that I actually wanted her that way. 

She was still considerably stretched and wet from Chris' big dick, and my cock easily penetrated her to its fullest in one stroke. We both groaned as I began to rut in her sloppy, stretched-out cunt.

That morning I discovered that there is nothing quite like screwing a hot, sexy girl, who has recently been filled with another man's come. The slick, used feeling of of her well-fucked pussy was beyond description. I am embarrassed to say that I doubt I even lasted a full two minutes. The sight of my prick coated with the remnants of Chris and April's copious fluids, coupled with the fact I could smell sex every time I thrust into her, caused me to shoot off like never before. In no time I was adding a mighty load of come to April's already jizzy pussy. 

We spent the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon fucking until my balls had been drained, and I was sure that my seed out-numbered Chris' inside of her slutty cunt.

Several months passed and April and I eventually moved in together. A little over half a year later we were engaged to be married. Throughout this time I found myself fantasizing about her and Chris, as well as other studs I knew she had fucked. I began encouraging her to share some of the details of her previous steamy encounters with me before and during sex. 

Almost every night we'd lie in bed and she would tell me stories of her many one-night-stands and her penchant for guys with big cocks. One particular night she was explaining to me her distaste for profolactics, and why she had allowed so many guys to fuck her without the use of condoms.

"So where did they come? In your pussy?" I asked, remembering our first night together.

"Yeah, for the most part. Some pulled out, but I'd say most of them came in my pussy."

"Weren't you scared of getting pregnant, or worse?" I asked, my voice shaking with arousal. It excited me to think of her being so careless as to allow so many strangers to ejaculate inside of her.

"At first I was, but after a few years of sleeping around, I had let so many guys come inside me that I was sure that I couldn't get pregnant, and I've never had an STD, so it didn't really concern me. 

"Besides, whenever I would pull my panties down to pee the next day, I could smell the come that had been left in my pussy the previous night, and it made me smile. It made me think about the latest guy – or guys that had just fucked me and I would feel so naughty and turned on."

I groaned "What do you mean by 'guys'? Does that mean you've had more than one at a time?" 

April grinned by how turned on I got at the mention of her with more than one guy. The next thing I knew she was telling me stories of her involved in threesomes, foursomes, and the time she was gang-fucked by an estimated fifteen to twenty guys in a bar after hours – things that she has never told anyone before. 

One of my favorite stories about April is the time she met up with a group of guys celebrating a bachelor party. 

Most of them were attractive guys around her age. She had been drinking quite heavily, so it's no surprise that my slutty fiance ended up fucking the groom, the best man and two other guys in their hotel room. By the next morning the foursome had left a generous amount of semen in her pussy as well as various other places in and on her body. 

Just before nine a.m. the groom offered her a ride home. On the way, she decided to give him something to remember her by. April leaned over in her seat, undid his pants and began sucking his dick, stopping occasionally to give him directions.

When they got to April's apartment he put the car in park, and in broad daylight my future wife finnished him off with her mouth. She said that although he must have ejaculated three or four times in the last five hours she still had to swallow quite quickly in order handle his load.

"Oh my god that's so hot, April! I wish I could have been in your apartment, waiting for some sloppy fifths when you got home." I said.

"Yeah, that would have been nice to come home to you after a night like that." She agreed. "I can't believe how much you like hearing about me with other guys."

"Nothing turns me on more." I said honestly. 

It was about three months before our wedding April went out with some of her co-workers for drinks and it wasn't until almost four in the morning before she finally came home. I woke up to her sucking my dick. Once I was good and hard, she said that she had something to tell me.

"What is it?" I asked, my head still groggy.

April straddled me and hiked her skirt up above her waist. "Well, you know Terrence from work," she said, guiding my prick to her opening. 

"Yeah."

"He just ate me out!" she sighed, impaling herself on my straining dick.

April's pussy was so wet I knew that she wasn't making it up. I started ejaculating after only five or six thrusts, but never lost my erection. 

April giggled. "After all the dirty talk of me and other guys, I thought that you might like it if I was a bad girl with someone else."

I begged her to tell me every little detail of what happened with her and Terrence, which she did, all the while working herself up and down on my excited prick. By the time she finnished describing what happened, I had once again come inside of her steamy cunt.

"So how come you didn't fuck him?" I asked the next morning as we lay together.

"I almost did." She replied. "After he ate me out, he crawled up between my legs and was rubbing the head of his cock up and down my slit. It was so big and I wanted him to stick it in so bad, but I wasn't sure how you were going to react, so I told him to stop."

"I wish you had of fucked him." I said " I wish you had of fucked him good, and made him come hard in your pussy."

April pulled her thighs up to allow me access to her wet pussy. I slid my morning erection into her from the side. 

"It would have been so hot." I grunted. "I would have wanted sloppy-seconds, just like the morning after Chris."

"Oh god," she moaned, "do you really want me to fuck another guy?"

"Nothing would turn me on more."

April's eyes glazed over as I pumped her hot sex. "I've already been fucked so much, but if that is what you want me to do then I'll do it. I'll spread my legs for other men."

"Oh fuck!" I groaned. as I once again emptied my balls into her soaking hot wetness.

From that time on whenever April went out drinking with her friends I would nervously wait for her at home. Sometimes she would come home and admit to kissing someone else or feeling some guys cock on the dance floor. Once she sucked a guy off in his truck just a few blocks from our house. She was testing the waters, gauging my reaction to her wanton behavior. I knew that it was just a matter of time before some lucky stud got to stick it to her hot pussy..

One week before our wedding it finally happened. 

I could feel sexual tension in our bedroom as I sat on the bed, watching April prepare for her bachelorette party. She finnished her make-up just as she downed her second drink. "Do you mind making me another, Greg?" she said, handing her glass to me and giving me a sexy kiss. "I've been looking forward to tonight for so long." She said excitedly. "With all the stress of our wedding day almost behind me, I feel like I really need to cut loose."

As I made her another ceasar I hoped that "cut loose" really meant "get laid". I noticed while watching her get dressed that she had worn her favorite, most sexy pair of matching bra and panties. I also noted that she wore a low-cut, sleeveless shirt that show-cased her substantial cleavage and a pair of tight pants that made her ass look good enough to eat. 

She would have little trouble attracting attention from men tonight.

At eight-thirty a car pulled into our driveway, it was Tracy, here to pick up my fiancé. As she kissed me good-bye, April gave my cock a squeeze, "I know you're horny, but don't worry, I'll take care of this when I get home." She smiled. "But don't wait up 'cause I feel like being naughty, and who knows when I'll finally get home."

With that she went out the door and was gone.

I was quite hung-over and tired from my own party the previous night so I went to bed early, but the sexual undertones in what she said made me horny and I was having difficulty sleeping.

At one point I dozed off, only to awake just after five a.m. April was not home yet and my mind began to race with the different possibilities of where she might be. My imagination was running wild with thoughts of April doing another guy, or even a group of guys, and I had to pull myself off twice before I was able to fall back to sleep.

When I awoke again at eight-thirty, April still had not returned so I decided to make some coffee. With nothing to do I just paced around our house with a hard-on thinking impure thoughts about my slutty Fiance. 

I had just finnished my second cup of coffee when the phone rang. The caller display said "BLOCKED CALL". 

I pushed talk and said "Hello?"

"Hey, baby." 

It was April.

"Hi, where are you?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly.

"I stayed the night over at Angie's house. You're not mad are you?"

"No I'm not mad."

I knew that she would have no reason to block a call from Angela's so I assumed that something was amiss. 

"Did you have fun last night?" I asked.

April giggled, "Um, yeah, I had a really good time. It was... ohhh." 

"Are you okay?" 

"Yeah, I'm, ahh, fine."

Was it my imagination or was she slightly out of breath?

"So where did you go?"

"Um... We uh, went to a few different clubs."

"Will you be home soon?" I asked. 

April drew a sharp gasp. "Um... yeah, I... I should be... I'll be home in twenty minutes – no, make that half an hour."

I started to ask her another question but she quickly hung up. I just stood there for a minute, absentmindedly rubbing my cock through my pants. Pre-come was dripping down my leg. I was almost positive that April was having sex while speaking to me on the phone. I looked over at the clock. Nine-thirty-seven. I didn't know if I could wait a half an hour to find out. 

The wait was pure agony, made worse with the fact that it took more than an hour before she finally walked through the door.

Grinning from ear to ear she exclaimed, "I'm such a bad girl."

"You didn't stay at Angie's last night did you?"

She shook her head no.

"Did you get laid?" I asked, scarcely containing the excitement in my voice.

"Yeah I did, baby. All night and all morning. Couldn't you tell that I was getting fucked while we were talking on the phone?"

"Oh my god. Who was it?" I demanded.

"Do you remember the guy I pointed out to you the last time we were at The Manhattan Club?"

"Yeah." I said. He was a tall guy with dark skin and a decent build. Even I had to admit that he was probably the best looking guy in the bar, so I wasn't surprised when April told me that she wanted to fuck him. Although there must have been half a dozen attractive women pawning over this stud, I noticed that his gaze was often on April. I'm sure that if I had not been present that she would easily have seduced him right then and there.

"His name is Brian, and he left something in here for you, baby." She said pointing to her crotch.

"I want to hear about everything." I said.

April giggled, and a minute later we were in the bedroom. She stripped and then layed down on the edge of the bed. I knelt on the floor between her spread legs with my face only about a foot away from her freshly-fucked cunt. 

I could hardly breath as I took in the sight before me. Her pubic hair was matted with sweat and semen, her sticky labia swollen from having been constantly fucked for the last six hours, and her vaginal opening was dialated and leaking a thin stream of seminal fluid down to the crack of her ass. 

"What took you so long to get home?" I asked, unable to tear my eyes away from her dripping sex. "On the phone you said that you'd be here forty five minutes ago."

"Well, I knew that you would want my pussy full of as much come as possible," she replied seductively. "so I made sure to fuck him one more time before I left."

The intoxicating sight and smell of April's pussy, full of Brian's come, made my dick excruciatingly hard and my head swoon. I realized that I had to eat her out.

As April began to relate her recent sex-capade, I slowly began licking her distended, come-covered pussy lips. I heard her chuckle softly "Mmm... that feels good, baby. I knew you'd want to eat my come-filled pussy. Oh yeah, lick it up and make me come."

At first I wasn't sure how much I would like it, but if the taste of another guy's come in a woman's pussy is an aquired taste, then I aquired a taste for it awfully fast. Soon I was running my mouth up and down her swollen snatch, licking and slurping Brian's spent jism from April's sloppy cunt. 

I had sampled my own ejaculate in her before, but this was much different. The smell and taste was much more potent than I was used to. His salty come burned my lips and the back of my throat but I couldn't get enough of it. I thrust my tongue as deep into her as possible, swirling my tongue around, lapping up as much spunk as I could get. I even licked the smeared jism off the insidesof her thighs and out of the crack of her ass.

April divulged all the details of the fucking that she had just received as I brought her to climax with my mouth. I then kissed my way back up her sweaty body and sank my raging erection into her yawning vagina. It slid in so easily, and when I pulled it out it was covered with a thin layer of seminal fluid. I groaned and began to slowly fuck my beautiful slut.

"Oh god, it feels good to be fucked again." She gasped, working her hips to meet my strokes. "It's been so long since I've had two guys in one day."

It had been far too long I thought as she pulled her sticky thighs up and open to allow me the most possible penetration. I grabbed her ass with one hand as the tempo of our coupling increased.

My fiance's sloppy cunt felt incredible. It's a good thing that I had masturbated earlier, otherwise I would not have been able to keep from ejaculating too soon. The feeling of Brian's come linning the insides of April's exhausted pussy had me trembling with desire. Although she had said earlier that his cock was only average in size she was still pretty loose from having been fucked so much. Excess semen spilled out of her and down her ass cheeks as well as my fingers as she urged me to come.

"Yeah, that's it, Greg. Fuck your dirty girl. Just think, baby, fifteen minutes ago another man was between my legs. His cock was thrusting into me just like your's is right now. My pussy's full of his come. You like that don't you?"

"Oh god I love it!" I gasped barely holding back my impending release. My excited prick thrusting deep and fast. The sound of it sloshing in and out filled our bedroom. "This is so hot, April, you're about to have come from two different guys in your pussy!" 

"Yeah baby, do it!" She gasped. "Pump it into me!" 





Dirty Girl



I bellowed as a massive orgasm ripped through me. My balls emptied spurt after spurt into her well-used hole. I must have come for thirty seconds before I finally collapsed on top of her.

We lay together, our breathing returning to normal and my cock still giving the occasional twtch inside of her messy pussy.

I planted tender kisses on her lips and told her how much I loved her. 

"You came really hard, didn't you." She said. 

"Yeah, the best ever." I replied.

"So does that mean I can do it again?" 

My semi-erect cock lurched in her soupy cunt. "You can fuck any guy you want, baby. Just make sure you come home and tell me all about it."

"Oh I will, baby. I promise. I hope you like how my pussy feels right now, 'cause you're going to get sloppy-seconds all the time after we're married."

"Good." I groaned as I once again began to pump her brimming cunt. 

We spent the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon in bed. 

True to her word, April was unfaithful less than two weeks after our wedding, and by the time of our first anniversary, she had fucked fifteen other men.

I love being married to such a sexy, unfaithful little slut.



Dirty Girl



We sat side by side, almost on top of each other in a booth secluded in a corner of the club. His arm was secured around me as our eyes locked to study the patterns our irises made after a few drinks. Nine Inch Nails made their industrial noises about fucking like an animal over the brooding crowd. We dared each other to shoot the DJ with rewards of great conjugal sex from the clink. 

"You look cute in that skirt," he said. "You should wear it more often." 

It was a black, little knit thing that hit about three inches above the knee. Perfect for rolling up in a ball and stuffing in an overnight bag without wrinkling. On top I wore an old white cotton Cure t-shirt that hugged me in all the right spots. David ran his hand along the length of my back, toying with the clasp to my bra that rippled beneath my shirt. 

In response, I ran my hand up his black-jeaned leg and felt for any extra firmness between his thighs. Finding what I was looking for, I grinned. 

"Thanks," I said. "And you look great in that shirt." He was sporting the gray vintage Fleetwood Mac t-shirt I'd bought him for Christmas. His biceps and shoulders filled out the sleeves nicely. 

"I have an idea," he said, still playing with my clasp. "Why don't we get out of this place and get out of these clothes?" 

At that, he undid the clasp and watched my eyes widen with surprise. The sudden freedom around my breasts was invigorating. It prompted me to reach under my sleeves and pull each strap down over my arms, which enabled me to simply pull the bra out from under my shirt. I put the black piece of lingerie in his lap and smiled. I could tell he liked this game. His hand touched my knee and caressed the length of my thigh until he reached my panties. His fingers rubbed the tight fabric that covered my cunt and then moved it aside to slip a finger inside of me. I was warm and wet down there, and his strong fingers induced a pleasant reaction. 

"I have an idea too," I said in a low sigh; his fingers inside me started to make me melt a little. "Why don't you take these panties off me right now?"

He laughed, thinking I was joking. 

"No joke," I said, pushing my hips forward into his hand beneath the table. I looked up at him to let him know he was free to undress me. It was then that he removed his finger from me, raised my skirt from beneath my ass and yanked my panties down to my knees. I shivered a little after feeling that my pussy was directly against the warm vinyl booth. Worried that a passing stranger might see a pair of black panties around my knees, I let them drop to my ankles, then brought them up with one hand and placed them in David's. 

"They're a little wet," he said. 

"So are your fingers." 

"Come on, let's get out of here so we can fuck properly." 

I could tell my bare ass against the surface of our booth was too much for him. He said he wanted me before his cock exploded at an inopportune time. I didn't blame him. 

On the taxi ride home, I kept the lingerie in my bag and let David visualize my trembling cunt making contact with the seat beneath it. He kept his arm around my shoulders so as to easily feel the thin layer of cotton that separated him from my naked tits. My hand remained on the bulge in his lap until we got out of the cab. 

Once inside our apartment, I dropped my bag and we stripped quickly, kissing mouths and necks on the way to the bedroom. We didn't bother turning on any lights. 

"Keep your skirt on," David said in the middle of my climbing on top of his body laid out on the bed. "I wanna see your naked pussy sit on me for a change." 

I smiled down at him and ran my hands over my bare tits to feel how erect my nipples had gotten at this suggestion. 

"Sure, babe," I said, lifting the flimsy skirt above my waist, revealing my navel.

His hands reached out to grip my ass and hold it in place over his erection. As I came down on it, we both exhaled, remembering once again that feeling of completeness. 

"You're a dirty girl for putting your wet cunt on a public seat," he said, grinding into me like a bull. 

"Yeah?" I breathed, defiantly riding him. 

I let my skirt drop around my waist and leaned forward to bite his neck. I wanted to feel his hot skin burn mine. He smelled like beer and sweat, like a man, like sex, like the club and its lingering cigarette smoke. I breathed it all in where his dark curls met his neck and I opened my mouth to taste him, consume him. 

He groaned when I nipped his skin with my teeth and continued pumping steadily in and out of me. The vibrating sound of his pain sent a ripple of pleasure through my body and I pressed myself against him to soak it all up. 

"You're a dirty girl," he said again, driving hard into me, sliding against my clit. This drove me insane and I slammed my hips against him in time to his rhythm. He then slowed and told me to sit up so he could see my tits. I sat up and arched my back to make them appear fuller than they were. He came to a stop and cupped my breasts with his hands, thumbing my nipples to feel how hard he was making them. That skirt he told me to keep on was covering my cunt and his cock that was resting snuggly inside it. He took hold of it and yanked it up over my tits and then my head and threw it off the bed. "I wanna see what I'm fucking," he explained. 

"I wanna feel you in my mouth," I said in response.

He smiled, slid his hands down my waist and pulled me off with a quiet squelch of our moistened sexes. "You wanna taste yourself on my cock?" 

"Yeah."

"Dirty girl."

"I wanna suck you till you come in my mouth." 

"You wanna feel my spunk sliding down your throat?"

"Mhmm."

On all fours, I watched him spread his legs slightly and then I sat back on my heels. I could smell my cunt on his cock, strong and bitter and almost sweet. I put my hand around his firm dick. It was warm and slippery with our fucking. I cupped his balls with the other hand. They were hot and soft, and filled with cum. With little hesitation, I extended my tongue, exposing the stud that pierced it, and licked the tip of his dick in a slow, wet circle. As my tongue made its rounds against his flesh, David sighed and let out a groan of satisfaction. He let out another groan, more severe than the last, when I plunged his shaft into my mouth and closed my lips around the base. 

He put his hand against the back of my head as I moved back and forth, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly. I let my tongue go soft and lapped up the taste of my pussy that clung to his cock. I cleaned it off and swallowed my scent, replacing the hot wetness with my saliva. I swallowed that too as I pumped the base of his cock with one hand and moved my mouth along the rest of it, flicking and circling his tip with my tongue each time. 

I put my fingers to his balls and stroked the fleshy sacs that were growing with the need to burst with each passing tongue flick. My eyes peered up at his and I could see him admiring me in the dark. I took my mouth off of his shaft and slowly licked the length of it with my tongue, turning it around and making sure each angle had been covered. I then moved down to his balls and let my tongue poke at each one, lifting his sac and licking the underside.

His dick remained hard as I licked this very sensitive spot between his sac and his anus. He proceeded to let out a groan of pleasure, and I could feel my pussy dripping behind me. 

"69," I said, suddenly lifting my head and climbing over him. I turned around so that my sopping wet pussy was over his face and my thighs were on either side of his head. His cock was under my face and I situated myself so that I could still lick the spot beneath his balls. 

"You're so wet," he said, burying his mouth in me and licking like a hungry lion. 

This drove me over the edge and I had to release an unexpected groan of pleasure before I could put his dick into my mouth again. 

"Oh, God," I said. "You're so good at this."

"Dirty girl needs to be licked clean."

All I could to was grunt, "Mhmm," as his full dick pushed at the back of my throat. The way his tongue explored the folds of my skin and rubbed my throbbing little bean was enough to make me melt into a puddle. But with each lick, suck, and swallow, I found myself slowly forgetting where I was or what was happening. So concentrated was the pleasure that he and I were simultaneously receiving and giving, that behind closed eyes, I could only see a kaleidoscope of orgasmic relief just around the corner. 

We continued opening our mouths to receive each other's sexes for a time that passed without our knowing. Until, at last, with our fingers now massaging the insides of each other's asses, my throat consuming his engorged cock, and his tongue furiously flicking my swollen clit, we came. We came into each other, with each other, for each other, and by each other. The release was a loud one. Our exhausted groans were muffled by each other's flesh. 

I rolled over onto my back, panting, feeling a sudden draft of cold air sooth and begin to evaporate the wetness between my legs. The warmth of David's mouth on my flesh had been so inviting and comforting, but I was grateful for the cool air against my skin. He was tired and sweaty too, lying there naked and breathless like I was. We both knew it was good. There was no need to ask. But there was one question I had for him.

"Am I still a dirty girl?"



Dirty Girl



I was full with nervous excitement as I undressed myself. I was surrounded by a captivated audience of college rugby players from a visiting university and I was quite certain we had surpassed the maximum occupancy of that hotel room.

I don't exactly recall exactly how many of them there were; more than a dozen or so. I had already removed my top and as I stepped out of my jeans and panties I looked around to a crowd of eager faces. Most of them were attractive, fuckable if you will. All of them were in suburb shape, the type that could pick you up, throw you down and ravage your body to climax. I was admittedly incredibly nervous but also very excited for what I was about to do. 

I often browse the personal ads for my own entertainment. It's a strange habit I acquired both out of boredom and my fascination with people. Every now and then I came across a unique or interesting ad that forced me to respond. That particular day I had wandered into the erotic adventures category. There were some rather different ads there but one in particular gave me pause. As I read it I literally became hot. After reading it a second time I promptly retired to the bedroom to get myself off. Later, I responded.

So there I was, laid down on a blanket they had placed on floor for me. I took a deep breath as my heart raced. Bringing my knees up towards my chest, I then parted them to each side, spreading my legs nicely for a full view. Among my audience of athletes, the majority wasted no time unzipping their pants. Closing my eyes I grabbed my tits and started to rub my nipples. I slid my hands down from my tits across my tummy and as I did I opened my eyes. Most of them had already begun stroking their cocks. I was incredibly turned on. My temperature rose. I could have never imaged how intensely horny I would become. My hands traveled further down and between my legs. Finally I touched my incredibly wet pussy and started to rub. As I did, the few men that had not yet unzipped, whipped out their dicks and started jerking off.

I was surrounded by them in a circle. To every direction I looked there was young man, vigorously working his cock. My pussy was pouring at the sight and sound of all those men stroking, while most likely thinking about fucking me. All of those nice, hard cocks; I fantasized about them taking turns, shoving them into my mouth. I moaned as I slid two fingers inside to fuck myself for them.

A moment later I felt the first splash of hot cum fall across my right tit and arm. And I became more and more aroused by that sensation with each load that sprayed across my body. I brought my hand up and slide those two fingers slowly into my mouth to lick them clean. I heard a few moans and two guys moved closer to me. They both came on my tits and my stomach almost simultaneously. I was in a state of ecstasy as I returned to playing with my pussy. It was so intense by that time that I could no longer keep from reaching orgasm and cumming myself. As I did, I felt several spurts hit my body nearly at once. I'm not sure of exactly how many finished at that time but only one guy remained.

He was extremely attractive, but kind of young and innocent looking. He bent down to his knees. His cock grasp tightly in that strong hand of his, he hovered closely over me. I badly wanted him to fuck me right there in front of all of his friends. I contemplated grabbing him, pulling him on top. His eyes were green and full of intensity as he stared down at my body. He had already won as far as I was concerned, having lasted the longest. There was no reason for him to hold out. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, inviting him to fill it with his hot juice. Applause erupted from the audience along with some cheers. The sexy victor pounded his cock for a minute or two longer before coating my face. "Nice!" I heard one guy say. While most of it missed my target, enough had fallen in my mouth for me to taste him. I licked my lips and laid still with a smile, my eyes closed, spent and covered in cum. One guy announced that he would get me a towel. I didn't want to move just yet, I enjoyed feeling that dirty.



Dirty Girl



This is for the Earth Day contest so please vote. Also, I do not endorse any of the actions of the characters in the story. If you think they are morally dubious, you are correct.

*

One of these days in your travels, a guy is going to show you a brand-new deck of cards on which the seal is not yet broken. Then this guy is going to offer to bet you that he can make the jack of spades jump out of this brand-new deck of cards and squirt cider in your ear. But, son, do not accept this bet, because as sure as you stand there, you're going to wind up with an ear full of cider. - Damon Runyon Guys and Dolls

"Can you believe that shit?"

Devon glanced up from counting the fliers he'd gotten from the print shop. He hadn't had time to count them before catching the bus back to campus, so he was hoping he didn't have to go back there. They always acted like he was trying to get more copies for free, instead of reporting a legitimate shortfall, and if it'd been his own money, he might not go through the hassle. But it was the Green Society's money, and he'd promised to make sure he got what they paid for, so he'd have little choice.

It took him a few seconds to surface from his tedious, hypnotic world of dreary consecutive numbers and focus on what Allison was carping about. It was a girl, presumably college age, holding a sign. This was such a common sight on ISU's campus that he was briefly puzzled. Sure, she was slightly impeding the sidewalk's view of their booth, but only at one vantage point. 

True, it was generally considered rude not to maintain a more respectful distance from a CRB (Cause-Related Booth) when you were an individual demonstrator,but sign-carriers were a cantankerous breed, in Devon's experience, often irritated by the fact that they couldn't even persuade their friends to join them in whatever vigil they were holding. Allison's ire seemed excessive.

Technically, they weren't there in any official capacity, either. It was Monday, and Earth day was this Friday. But Jim, the president, had decided that increasing the Green Society's presence was a priority, and so they'd be here all week, weather permitting.

Of course, the sign wasn't facing so he could see it, so maybe he was missing some key information.

"Well," he said, hoping not to provoke her further, "that's what comes with using a public space. Anybody else can glom onto --"

"You haven't read the sign, have you?" Allison interrupted. 

His silence was all the admission required, really.

"Just keep watching," she said firmly. "She'll be flashing it around again any...second..."

And, sure enough, she did. Devon couldn't help but laugh in disbelief. Her sign said, in big, black letters, "FUCK THE EARTH. POLLUTE ALL YOU WANT."

"Can you believe that shit?" was all Allison could muster.

He guessed that was all she was going to say about the matter. He knew from experience that attempting to calm Allison down in any obvious fashion always backfired, so he decided he wouldn't try. He would just focus on his own gut-level response, which was more puzzlement than anger. Sure, it was stupid and ignorant, but what would anyone hope to gain by such a display? Could she be trying to get a reaction from them specifically?

He decided to find out. From what he could tell, Delco's Print shop had actually printed twenty more fliers than he'd actually paid them for, so there was no need to dwell on the matter further. Plenty of time to indulge his curiosity.

"You know," he said casually to Allison, "I'm actually not scheduled to sit at the booth this afternoon. I was just supposed to drop off the fliers, so I'm going to...yeah..." He decided there was no point in a cover story. Allison would be able to see what he was doing.

"Are you going to stir shit up again?" she asked. Sometimes Allison loved his stunts. Other times they made her want to disassociate herself from him in as thorough a manner as possible. It was, she'd informed him after their fifth, and in some ways most memorable fuck (three hours, a new personal record for both of them), the reason they could never date. Which didn't change the fact that they were each permanently on the other's speed dial.

He'd been a sophomore when she met him, and he was always wild and creative. He was constantly coming up with ideas for stunts and pranks that no reasonable person would ever attempt, but the ideas were always entertaining, and then he would occasionally pull one off anyway, and it was exhilarating and exhausting in equal measure.

He was a senior now, and she kept waiting for him to retire his wild side, possibly (even though she hated to admit this to herself) in the hopes it would indicate he was ready for more than one type of stability in his life.

He had in fact slept with at least thirty women she knew of since they first met, not counting herself. He refused ever to spend more than a week trying to get in a girl's pants, and if unsuccessful would either never call the girl again, or (more rarely) would claim the girl as a friend and treat her exactly the same as his male friends, avoiding any romantic or sexual overtures ever again. At least five of his conquests were a result of this practice, Allison included.

"I just want to take an interest in the community," he said oh-so-innocently. "We'll never get our message across if we don't listen to and understand dissenting voices."

"Sure, yeah," she said dismissively. "Just remember you're on your own if you try anything excessive. That means no bail money, no character references, and definitely no conjugal visits."

This amused him. "Christ, Allison, what do you think I'm going to do?"

She put up her hands, exasperated. 'Just remember I can't be involved, and the club can't be involved."

It was like shining a flashlight at a black hole. He'd already started drifting over to the troublemaker. (The other troublemaker, Allison corrected herself.)

*****

Devon put on his best smile. He wanted to be as outwardly charming as possible, at first.

"That's quite a provocative sign you got there, Miss...?" He figured she had to give him some kind of a response. If she wasn't fishing for attention of some sort, he'd bite his own left nut, and he wasn't that flexible.

"Gotta stand up to you fuckin' liberals!" she replied. Great. Apparently this was another case of Tea Party fallout. By protesting some second-rate student-run club, she was standing up against the dreaded Liberal Agenda. Maybe she thought They'd hand out condoms to schoolkids next.

"So you're against environmental awareness?" Devon looked over at the Green Society's display table, which he'd helped set up, for all the fifteen minutes it took. He was glad there was no wind. Anything that would weight the table down enough to prevent it from blowing over stood a good chance of collapsing the skinny frame. The primary job of the table monitor (aside from handing out fliers and answering questions) was literally to keep the table from blowing over, and to pack up the paper if the wind picked up. It was not a high rent operation.

But he still had a conversation to engage in. "Just what threat or agenda do you think we pose, Ms...?" He didn't really care if he got a name, but people who tell you their names tend to give more information, and her motivations baffled him.

"You liberals have nothing better to do than tell everyone else what to do!" This was starting to get monotonous. Devon wondered if she came with a script, or maybe she'd had a pull-string installed.

He looked closely at her expression to see if she meant even a tenth of what she said. Her expression was that of the eternal contrarian, obviously on fire with an oppositional stance, never mind how she'd come by it. The Liberals thought nobody could possibly be openly for pollution, huh? Well, she'd show them!

She wasn't ugly, but whatever you could characterize in her features as cute also came off mean. Her brown eyes were closer to black, and beady to boot. She had a mean little squint; he couldn't tell whether it was a result of her general demeanor or just a need for corrective lenses. 

Her thin lips, just a shade pinker than the skin surrounding them, were participating in the type of smile a six-year-old gets from spraying water in a baby's face. And her turned up nose begged to be taped back to give her a truly piggish expression. He was certain she would relish any verbal vitriol he cared to throw her way.

"So you think that anyone who wants should be able to just put out whatever shit they want in the air and the water, and we shouldn't say anything?" 99% of the enviro-haters he encountered would back off at that, agreeing that some regulations were necessary, but this girl seemed like she might stand her ground. She certainly had the calves for it, well-developed, although her thighs were surprisingly skinny.

"This is a free country! Nobody made you boss!"

Well, this was going nowhere. He'd gotten all the info he needed, anyway.

"Fair enough. You do have the right to your opinion." Then he walked away without a second glance. She was too stunned to yell after him. She turned and stared at Allison, apparently hoping to argue with her, but Allison deliberately averted her gaze.

*****

It had only been twenty minutes since Devon left. As he came back up the walkway to the Green Society's booth, he was gratified to see that their lone protestor hadn't abandoned her post. He nonchalantly held the paper cup in his hand, for all the world as if he was just carrying around a refreshing soda.

Instead of walking to the booth, he stopped directly in front of his newest antagonist. Wanting to take her by surprise, he deliberately, carefully looked her up and down, as if all her goods were on display.

They weren't, exactly. She was wearing one of those things that was a cross between a jumper and overalls, with the bottom part shorts rather than long pants or a dress. She looked pretty skinny, and her sandy brown hair was braided off into pigtails. She was like a bratty little kid more than a woman, from what he could tell. As with any woman, however, he couldn't help but wonder what she looked like naked.

She looked back defiantly at him, obviously hoping he would say something she could respond to. So he grinned, opened up his mouth, and...

...threw the entire contents of the cup he held at her. He got her upper torso pretty good, a couple of the cigarette butts he'd been soaking in water sticking to her now drenched collar. He'd even gotten a little on her face, which he hadn't meant to do. Thank God nothing got in her eyes or he would have felt bad. If anything, he felt triumphant.

"Nothing wrong with a little pollution, right?" Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Allison almost get out of her chair, then think better of it. She really was going to stay out of it, then. It was just as well.

After several seconds in which Little Miss Demonstrator appeared shocked into speechlessness, Devon decided to press his advantage. "Relax," he said with a total lack of concern. "Nothing in there's going to make you sick, as long as you don't drink it straight. So you still don't have it as bad as a community used as a dumping ground for toxic waste, for instance."

God, he sounded pedantic. That was what he hated the most about extremists like her. There were only so many times you could reiterate logical, sensible positions before you sounded monotonous and boring. So he would occasionally get a little dramatic.

"I could have you arrested, you fuck!" she spat at him. Was she serious? He doubted it, she seemed too determined to spar with him, but if she got bored she might very well revert to that option. Better to nip that option in the bud.

"You could, and I could get my brother, Barry, he's an excellent lawyer, by the way, to let me out on bail and humiliate you during the trial, completely holding you and your political..." he paused to show his contempt, "...beliefs up to ridicule, or..."

He had to make this good. Given what an attention whore he'd surmised her to be, holding her up to public ridicule might be just up her alley. But he was betting that he could make her a more attractive offer; her humiliation might get her the attention she wanted, but what if she thought she could humiliate him, and the Green Society to boot?

"Or?" she prodded. He smiled. That was one advantage to acting like a crazy motherfucker: even if you got on people's nerves, they couldn't wait to see what you'd come up with next.

"Or I could give you the chance to really rake me over the coals. Make me look like an idiot, and give you the credit for it. And all through the Earth Day rally, too."

That was the selling point. If she didn't bite at that bait, he wasn't going to get anywhere. Of course, if he lost, every single friend he had in the Green Society would suddenly be a former friend. Allison would probably never fuck him again. And he would feel like an idiot. But he had to make sure she'd believe she could best him. So far, he could tell she was still interested.

"Look, it's very simple. We have a contest. If you win, I will gladly stand beside you all during Earth Day. Whatever sign you hold up, I will be glad to hold one next to you that says something like, 'She's Right About Everything. She Proved Me Wrong.' Or --" he could tell that didn't appeal to her quite as much as she hoped "-- OR it could be a sign that says anything you want. It could say, 'I Rape Puppies' or 'Kill the Retarded' or anything else you want. Even if it's something that gets me arrested."

There. That mean smile was coming back. She was hooked. Now to make sure she thought this was a possibility.

"And all you have to do is be better at sex than I am."

Oh, that sold it. She already had a look of triumph in her eyes. He almost couldn't believe he was getting away with this. But deep down, he knew this to be true: almost nobody with a healthy sex drive can allow themselves to believe they're bad at sex. And that went double for narcissists.

"And what if you win?" she asked. When he told her, her lips curled down in disgust. But then they perked up in an even uglier smile. She didn't think it was possible for her to lose. And maybe, the potential humiliation really did appeal to her. This was going to be interesting.

*****

It proved surprisingly easy to agree on the basic conditions. What Devon proposed was that they engage in a series of sexual acts, fifteen minutes at a time, each taking turns to attempt to make the other one orgasm. Whoever was behind could forfeit at any moment, merely by bowing out. If neither one had come after two hours, whoever pled fatigue forfeited the victory. 

If Devon went for fifteen minutes without an erection, he forfeited, ditto Myrtle (he almost broke out laughing when she'd parted with that name) if she wasn't wet enough to allow penetration. (Although he wasn't going to begrudge it if she used lube; this was merely to ensure neither of them made it impossible for the other to at least attempt the challenge. Not to mention they'd have to use lube for the anal.)

To make it fair, he agreed to her conditions. No condoms. (Although he knew more than one person who came more reliably if he used one, he didn't mention it.) No jerking off for twenty-four hours before the contest, which meant they'd have to spend a whole day together in very close quarters, just so she could make sure.

Multiple orgasms could only count as one big one; her breathing would have to return to normal before an orgasm could count as a separate one. 

And after the first one for each side, begging the other person to make them come was an automatic forfeit, although then the other person had to make a good faith attempt to give them one. 

As for what counted as a 'real' orgasm, in Devon's case it was pretty simple. If any semen came out, that would count. They agreed visible 'squirting' would count for Myrtle, but the so-called clitoral orgasm was trickier.

*****

"I should make you pay for this," Myrtle said She sat on her bed, the faded quilt a patchwork of blurry juvenilia, pictures of Goldilocks surprising the three bears, Raggedy Ann and Andy holding hands, Peter Rabbit digging in the vegetable garden, and many others. Devon was surprised at the nostalgia it inspired in him, but was damned if he'd admit it.

She was wrapped in an unfashionably tacky plaid flannel bathrobe. He wasn't sure if her chaste sleepwear was for modesty's sake or if this was just what she was comfortable masturbating in. If being naked in front of another person made her too self-conscious to come he might have more of a disadvantage than he thought. No. Her exhibitionistic streak practically gleamed in the sunlight. She just didn't know how to use it.

He couldn't decide if she was smarter than she acted or simply rock-solid average. Just the fact that he'd talked her into this contest was evidence she couldn't think strategically. The line from Guys and Dolls, "On that day, you will get cider in your ear," had always stuck with him, and he was amazed how many people couldn't grasp it.

So maybe she'd fallen for a sucker's bet. But that didn't mean she couldn't try to claim some advantage. For Christ's sake, even the plainest girls could learn to act seductive if they just worked it a little. She should be trying to play him, making him yearn for her. 

If this contest began, and he wasn't already panting for it, she'd basically lost. If he wasn't so determined to avoid humiliation, he might even give her hints to up her game. As it was, however, she was just going to have to learn what defeat tasted like.

He pushed 'Record' on the camera, and nodded at her. She stuck her hand down into the folds of her robe, presumably into her crotch, and went to work. The camera would record her facial expressions, and the decibel level of whatever moans and grunts issued out of her would serve as the baseline for later. Once again, she'd be better off faking histrionics, so she could disavow anything quieter and less dramatic later on, but again, no fucking strategy.

She might have had one good idea. He couldn't see just what she was doing down there, if she was working a finger in, diddling her clit, or any other little pet maneuvers she might have. He would have to feel out her rhythm from scratch, as it were. He almost felt gratified. At least there'd be some challenge.

OK, it was starting. He could tell from her arm shuddering that she was getting more frantic with the hand. Also, her legs were starting to clench together, oh, that was a rhythm! He'd have to remember that for later. And that grimace was giving the whole game away. He wondered if she'd ever seen her own orgasm face. And here came the grunt works.

"Uh...uh...NGGHH...oh...ohhh...HUNGH!!!"

And there it was, her orgasm on tape. 85 decibels, according to the meter. Devon reassured her that he wasn't going to count every single loud utterance as an orgasm. If she was able to articulate a sentence without gasping or grunting, he wasn't going to penalize her just for being loud. She seemed OK with that. 

In fact, the thought that he might claim an orgasm she hadn't had seemed lost on her. This made a little sense. In Devon's experience, he' never met a woman who tried to fake NOT having an orgasm. Devon realized upon reflection that in fact the verification had been his idea. But at least it would avoid a stupid argument.

Now it was his turn. He'd agreed to demonstrate that he was capable of ejaculating. That this had occurred to her surprised him. Every time he assumed he was stealing candy from a baby, she gave just the barest indication she had a grasp of the situation. Or maybe he was just grasping at straws to avoid future guilt. Sometimes his own motivations were a mystery to him.




Dirty Girl



She'd waited all day for this. Squirmed in her seat on the bus, at work, at lunch - any time her thoughts wandered to the evening she was hoping would unfold. And now, it was time. She'd showered, shaving under her arms and her lower legs, but leaving the soft, downy hair of her thighs untouched. She'd taken a trimmer and carefully ran its blade over her vulva, cutting her pubic hair short, and then smothering the area in sweet smelling lotion. She dressed quickly, with a little make up and let her hair dry naturally. She wore no underwear, of course. 

Their scene was to begin in just a few minutes, and she sat at the bottom of the stairs almost trembling with excitement and anticipation. He unlocked the door at exactly seven o'clock and stepped inside. Wordlessly, she crawled forward on hands and knees and, as he leaned back against the door, took his soft cock out of his trowsers and began to suckle. 

He leant forwards a little, and held onto the back of her head.

"Such a good girl..." he muttered, stroking her hair as she felt him begin to harden in her mouth. He reached down and pulled one of her breasts out of her dress and squeezed it in rhythm with her sucking. Once he was fully hard, he pushed her gently away by the shoulders and walked around to lead her to the curtained lounge.

He sat on the sofa, and patted the seat next to him. 

"Hop up, baby girl."

She took a seat, being careful to arrange her dress so her bare thighs and pussy touched the fabric of the settee. She stroked his hard cock lazily as they both settled in.

"Now, today, I'm going to carry on training your bottom. I need to be able to be inside it whenever I feel the urge, so we have to get you ready."

"Yes, uncle." She replied, a slight shudder passing through her.

"You know why we have to have sex this way, don't you?" 

"Yes, uncle." 

He reached down below the sofa and pulled out a large, plastic box. 

"Bottom in the air. Now."

She swivelled around and bent forwards, so her whole body was on the long settee. He let the warm air of the house waft over her for a second, before grabbing a tube of lubricant.

"Hold your cheeks apart." 

Her hands went back, leaving her face down and in position as he inspected her tight little hole, brown and puckered. The lube was cold, and she giggled a little as it squirted inside her. He took the smallest plug, and applied lubricant to that, too. 

As she felt the tip of the plug press against her bum she took as deep a breath as possible and pushed herself open, quickly taking in the first inch or so. He withdrew it and pushed again, then discarded it quickly.

"It seems you're doing much better than we thought, dirty girl," he said. "Have you perhaps been playing with yourself a little?"

"No, uncle, I swear."

"Well. I want to try something different."

She tensed. "What?"

A quick, hard spank quieted her. She could hear rustling in the plastic tub, and then the order to sit up. 

"These should help, as a distraction." He was holding two nipple clamps, each a little weighted, and as she turned he began pulling and tugging at her nipples until they were fully erect. As he closed the clamps sharply over her left breast a small, mewling sound left her throat.

"There, take it girl. Just one more." They hung, pulling her tits downwards in an extremely pleasing fashion. "Now, scoot down and bend your knees. Show that pussy to me."

Once she was fully exposed, lying back with her knees bent and opened wide, he took his newest purchase out of the box. It was a large plug - larger than anything she'd yet worn - but tapered to a very small point. He saw her eyes go wide as he began to lube it up. He placed it at her anus.

"Push out, like you're doing a shit."

She felt the pressure of the rubber against her anus, demanding entry, forced by the strength in his arms. After the first couple of inches were in, the wideness began making her little arsehole sting.

"Uncle, it's starting to hurt."

"I know, baby girl. You can take it."

"I don't think I can, Uncle, God, it hurts."

"Sweetheart, one more complaint from you and you'll have something that really hurts."

He shoved in another inch, feeling her sphincter protest the intrusion, but her eyes were free from tears.

"Breathe through it." He gently pulled out and then pushed in the length he'd already inserted. "You need to be able to take all of this."

She nodded, her thighs clenching. He reached into the box and grabbed a vibrator with his left hand, before applying it to her clit. 

"Oh, yes!"

Another inch went in. He smiled to himself, moving the vibe a little as he started to fuck the butt plug in deeper and deeper.

When her arsehole popped closed over the base of the plug, she was ready to come. But that would have to wait. He turned the vibe off, and ignored her pout.

"I want a beer, now. Crawl."

She gingerly sat up, feeling behind herself for the plug he'd just inserted. It felt hard and huge as she moved forward off the sofa, and crawled into the kitchen, nipple clamps swinging with every move. When she returned he was sitting stroking the flogger in his lap, the strips of leather falling softly over his hard, exposed cock.

After several beers, and a few episodes of his favourite TV show, he felt like he'd made her wait long enough. 

"Crawl upstairs. I want you bent over the bed." She left a wet patch on the sofa's fabric.

Excitement tingled inside her as she climbed the stairs and situated herself in position. He picked up the flogger and the lube and made sure to step heavily on each stair in turn. He wanted her ready. 

His fingers went to her pussy as soon as he reached her, and of course it was soaked, puffy and swollen. The urge to fuck it was very strong, but instead he gave a few short strikes with the flogger, eliciting a low moan from his niece.

As he covered her arse with stripes, he stroked his cock, bringing himself back to full hardness. It would be so good to finally get inside her bottom. When her bum reached a nice, glowing red, he wrapped his fingers around the plug's base and began to pull.

"Push it out, now," he ordered, enjoying the little noises it made and the gasps as her anus could finally relax. There was some gaping, the first he'd seen with her, and he could easily fit a finger inside, but nothing more than that. 

He lubed up his cock, wrapped her long hair around his fist, and placed his cock at her arsehole.

"I'm going to fuck your bum now." He saw the clench as her hole tensed, then relaxed. He pressed on, loving the feel of her wet, oily sphincter closing tight on the head of his cock.

For her part, it felt so fucking dirty. She knew her uncle shouldn't even be seeing her naked, let alone putting his penis in her, but he kept her in such a state of arousal with his demands that she couldn't ever find it in herself to say no.

Now he was at least halfway inside. His cock wasn't long, but was so thick and hard, it felt like a ridged, velvet-sheathed glass bottle was forcing itself into her. The pain was worse when he moved, sawing himself in and out and grunting in pleasure.

"Uncle, it hurts," she whined, twisting her hips a little to try and find a less painful angle. 

He spanked her left, then right bum cheek hard, and continued fucking her. 

"I know it does, my dirty girl, but I have to do this, you know that."

She stayed silent.

"You know why don't you? If I don't put my cock in here, I'll have to put it in your pussy, and you can't get pregnant. The baby wouldn't be right." 

"I know, Uncle. It just... it's sore..."

"My poor girl, I know it's sore, but it's your own fault." He let out a deep groan. "Uncle has to do this to you for your own good. You need to be prepared."

Her arse felt like it was on fire as he fucked her hard, pushing her hips into the bed.

"Take it, girl, good girl. Take your Uncle's cock in your little bottom, that's it, girl."

He felt his cum streaming into her arse, as he reached under her, pulling and tugging on her poor, abused boobs, causing her to scream out. He loved hurting her just as he shot his load.

He lay for a second, squashing her into the bed, then as he pulled out, he reached for the plug and pushed it fairly easily back in.

"You will keep my cum inside you for the next four hours." 

She whimpered in response. He grabbed the vibrator and a dildo and lay back on the bed.

"Now, you may come if you can fit that dildo in your cunny."

She crawled up the bed and gingerly lay on her back.

As soon as the vibe touched her pussy, her body began to respond again, and the electricity she'd felt earlier returned. The dildo was big, but she persevered and forced the head inside herself. Her uncle watched, spellbound, as she began to hump it. 

"Come whenever you're ready. You've earned it. Then you have a two minute break and are to make yourself come again."

As she began to cry out her grabbed her clamps and pulled.

"Come through the pain. Fuck yourself through it."

She squirmed and gritted her teeth as she felt her first orgasm overtake her despite the agony in her tits. 

"Yes, Uncle, I'm coming! Thank you!"

It wasn't very intense, but the distraction would decrease as her pain threshold improved. 

It was just a matter of time, and she knew this evening wouldn't end any time soon...