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Thick

By: tvail



Hi everyone. This is my first submission. I hope you enjoy reading it. I am absolutely interested in feedback and constructive criticism. Thanks for taking the time to read this. Tvail

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Thick, velvet humidity cloaks my skin as soon as I open the cab door. Gaining the entrance to the small Italian restaurant is an exercise in hydro-resistance training, adding a slight fatigue to my already addled emotions. My knees are wobbly. I stumble in my stiletto lace-up boots and reach a trembling hand to the door knob for balance. A series of deep breaths, instead of calming my nerves, only intensifies them. Each inhalation pushes my breasts against the confines of the red corset and reminds my nipples of torments and pleasures past. Just thinking about our times together stiffens them into hard buds and sends waves of heat crashing to my clitoris.

It has been two years since we've seen one another and the space between us is dense with recriminations, half spoken apologies, and promise. When you left I decided that hibernation was better than awkward questions from well-meaning friends and the dry desolation that my daily life had become. Of course, that had led to too many shots of tequila that took me from numbness to stupor to oblivion. 

And that's where friends come in. Bea letting me sit at her bar, well after closing time, until she could take me home so I wasn't obviously stumbling through Adam's Morgan's crush of last call drunks; Jeanie calling, out of the blue to "fill me in on her latest conquest" just so I wouldn't drown in my own misery; my mom suddenly deciding three weeks in a row that we deserved Chesapeake Bay crabs and champagne; Khori taking charge of the rest of the staff at the bookstore, plotting schedules, sorting bills and telling me to "Sign here," in his soft voice. 

I almost lost everything then. I couldn't see life without you. You had shown me so much of myself. I felt like I didn't know who I was without you there to guide me along to my next step. I had grown so much in your care. Did I owe my current success to your painstaking tutelage?

I look over my outfit one more time. Red corset, mid-calf, black-layered skirt with red piping, black fishnet stockings with garter, and of course, the boots. I've piled my dreadlocks into a bun which drapes at the back of my neck with two wavy tendrils framing my face. Wild West harlot meets Rasta/Goth chick. My make-up is nonexistent as always, just shiny, wet, fuck-me-red lip gloss to help you remember what you like to do to my mouth.

One more tingling deep breath and I've opened the door and stepped a pointed toe into the dim interior. The maitre'd is in front of me before my eyes can adjust leading me to your favorite table in the rear. Votive candles everywhere lend an impermanent dreaminess to the intimate cabaret noire atmosphere, and I can feel the wet heat of you all around me, getting thicker and more enveloping the closer I get. And then you are in front of me.

I stand a little away from you so I can take you in. There's more gray in your hair; it's buzzed short as usual; more laugh lines around your eyes. You still stand like Bruce Lee, riding the knife's edge between easiness and barely restrained alertness, untamed and predatory yet pliable and soft in the face of that which enchants you. I'm having difficulty finding my breath and then you smile. Now that's the big, bad wolf I remember.

"My, what big teeth you have," I whisper, smiling back at you as I glide into the booth you've gestured to.

"The better to eat you with, my dear," you whisper just as softly. Oh, I miss that voice. I almost cum just hearing those words but I can't let you know how bad it is. I have to be stronger than that. I know about biding my time and I know how you dislike weakness. I take a sip of water with a shaky hand and look down at the table.

"You look beautiful," you continue. I still can't look at you. The silverware is heavy and old. The candle flame sends sparkles over the crystal glasses and dancing light through the deep red wine. My napkin is becoming a wrinkled mess in my clenching hands.

Gently, firmly you cusp my chin in your hand and turn me to face you. I still can't meet your gaze and my voice has gotten stuck somewhere between my chest and my throat. I gulp and finally raise my eyes to yours.

I should never have returned your call. Two years ago you left me to fend for myself and I did. I don't want you, anymore. Truly. 

"I'm sorry, Red," you whisper. I'm crying, I realize, as your thumb wipes the tear from my cheek. How do I let you do this to me? You lift a wine glass to my lips and I sip. "I got a new job, but...I left them...I need to be where you are, Red, my little Red." I hear the catch in your voice and I think I see moisture in your eyes through my blurred vision.

I don't want you, anymore, I think, but I can't keep my hands off you. You're so close. I run a finger along the seam of your black leather pants and I gasp as a torrent of sensory memories pour into me. Hard concrete bruising my knee caps as I kneel before you in the parking garage while you fuck my mouth; the sting as you release the clamps from my elongated, sore nipples; the sweaty, sticky heat of my belly draped across these very same pants while you spank my cheeks red as Georgia clay.

Your steely gray eyes bore into mine and I know you think you've won. "Will you take me back, Red? Do you still want to be mine?" Mine. What does that mean to you? I thought I was yours before and then...nothing. Semi-existence. Survival. You shaped me; you made me. And then, you just weren't there. You didn't even call after you'd settled in to let me know that you were alive. There was no life-line, anymore, no balance of depravity and adoration to offset the soul-numbing strictures of my daily life.

Mine. I almost gave up everything to be yours once before; my career, my friends, my family. And two years later, I know I'm lost without them. But I'm lost without you, too.

You're still holding my chin and when I nod you release it. "Show me you still want me, Red. Touch me." The command is given in that hard edged silken tone I remember so well. It's my trigger and it shoots sparks into my gut and down through my clitoris.

I look around the restaurant gauging our level of privacy although I know from previous encounters why this booth is your favorite. As you give our order to the waiter, I am quietly, slowly, unbuttoning your pants, lowering the zipper. A sigh escapes my lips as I caress the soft skin of your rapidly stiffening cock. Why have I had to wait two years to feel this again? I could have moved to Colorado with you. Oh yeah, and given up everything.

Behind the veil of the table cloth I begin to slowly massage you, just the way you always liked it. I squeeze and feel you throb in my palm. "Yes," you sigh into my ear. There's a small drop of pre-come forming which I smear over the head of your cock and I know that I'm not the only one who's been missing this.

I take another sip of wine with my free hand and look into your eyes. We smile. All I can think of at this moment is pleasing you. I don't want you to leave again. I'm so grateful that you came back. I am rewarded when your eyes glaze over a little as I start to twist my hand while stroking you up to the ridge of the head and down again.

I continue to stroke you in that same excruciatingly slow way through the small talk of the new job and the new house. You have more self-control than any man I've ever known. I look to you for the cues when you want me to increase the pace but after the appetizers have been cleared, you place your hand over mine and stop my motion. I shoot a questioning look your way. "It's your turn, baby. Do you want to come?"

As if a dampening field has been lifted, the sounds of the busy restaurant seep back into my consciousness. I look around, again, noting the various diners, some alone but most in intimate pairings. I am suddenly hyper-aware of my surroundings. I return my hand to the table top attempting nonchalance. This is your greatest trick -- to make me feel this schoolgirl nervousness at my age. Shyness steals over me but my cunt is on fire. A light sheen of sweat covers my skin. The possibility of being observed in such sluttish fashion in this proper place makes me squirm. Yes, you know how to play me.

Our waiter has returned with the entrees while my cheeks burnish copper red. "Just sit back and enjoy your meal," you instruct but your lighthearted tone is belied by the intensity of your gaze. I'm only one mouthful into the delicious butter sauced shrimp pasta when I feel your fingers lightly pulling my skirt up my legs. Cool air washes over my crotch as I spread them for you. You smile when your fingers discover my naked, shaved mons. I've remembered what you like and your reaction makes me proud and wet.

I twirl some pasta and shrimp on the fork and feed it to you eliciting low moans from both of us as you choose that time to press on my clit rubbing your finger in circles over it. Already, my hips are moving with a mind of their own, trying to feel as much of your touch as possible. I can barely make my hands stop shaking long enough to feed myself the next bite.

"Do you like it?" You nod towards the food but your tone tells me that's not what you are asking about. I don't want to answer. I don't trust my voice. You grasp my whole pussy pulling me down closer to the edge of the seat and then you slam a finger into me. I gasp louder than I intend which makes you laugh. I notice a few heads turn toward our table. I'm mortified and hot. You slowly ram your finger deep into me before gliding almost all the way back out and ramming it in again. "Answer me."

"Yes." It's all I can manage. I'm trying not to be too obvious about the gyrations my hips are making under the table, trying very hard to look like a normal lover at a romantic dinner.

"Yes what?"

"Ye-yes, Sir."

"Good girl. Did you miss this, Red?" you purr while inserting another finger into my now sopping hole.

"Mmm."

You laugh, again. "I missed you, too. I thought about your hot little pussy every day. I still remember how tight you are and how you taste." You suddenly pull your fingers out of me. I groan in frustration and pout until you feed a piece of bread to me with those very same fingers. Eyes closed, I lick my juices from you not caring who sees me. I'm lost, again. "That's good, baby. Show me how you want me to lick your sweet pussy."

I love it when you talk like that to me and like a good, obedient girl I swirl my tongue between the cleft of your fingers, flicking it towards the tips imagining you ravaging my hardened clit. Then I swoop it down, stiffening it and thrust it in between your fingers like I can't wait for you to do to me. 

My breath is ragged when you withdraw your fingers from my mouth. My nipples ache and my chest heaves toward you, straining for your touch on them. Before I realize it, you've plunged back into me thrusting harder and faster than before. Above the table, all is calm as I feed you another bite of pasta. Below, I can feel my orgasm roiling and churning. You can feel my muscles clenching and you know I'm going to erupt soon. Your face is close enough to mine for me to suck in each of your husky breaths. Your eyes never stray from mine. You're just as hungry for it as I am. Your thumb pushes forcefully over my clit and I almost lose it then, my eyes rolling back and my fingers grasping the booth so hard I know I'm leaving marks in the fine leather, but I wait. Yes, after two years I know all about waiting. Your smile tells me you are pleased.

"Now." You flick my clit and thrust deeply into me once more and the wave breaks over me. The power of the isolated sensations in my cunt makes me swoon. You lean into me further to help prop me up and I rest my head on your shoulder while my insides continue to super nova. We rest like that for a few more moments while my breath calms and vision returns.

I draw back from you only far enough to be able to reach your lips and kiss you. "Thank you, Wolfe." It comes out in a gruff rasp. You smile and gently tuck an escaped dreadlock behind my ear.

Dessert and coffee come too quickly. Neither of us is willing to let the other go. I let you take my hand and steer me towards the Calvert Street Bridge. We walk slowly. The extreme humidity of the night creates waves of rolling fog that dampen our skin and the glow cast from the ornate iron lights that line the bridge is muted. My hand feels sticky in yours. 

Despite the intimacy of our dinner I maintain a foot of distance between us. It's not just the mugginess of the night that slows my step at the entrance to the great bridge. I look at you, so assured of yourself. I used to find this comforting but yours is the confidence of the predator at the top of the food chain, a regal, graceful beast. One should not attempt to domesticate wild animals as it usually ends in pain. Wild animals don't care about you or what you want. Only, always, they respond to their own needs. 

I should have remembered that, two years ago, when you just knew I would follow you to the cold, snowy mountains of Colorado. I hate snow and I hate cold weather. And I almost went. Not once did you even ask me if moving was what I wanted. It was, "Baby, we have a great new opportunity. You'll love Colorado. Tons of artists live there. You'll be right at home. You'll see."

Well, finally I did see. That you could never love me the way I needed. That when you asked me if I would be yours you actually meant, "Will you give up your life and everything that you care about to make me happy and be my slut?" And here I am, again, the hypnotized prey, ready to follow you into the misty night.

I find I have stopped at the gateway to the bridge. You look at me quizzically. "Baby, are you O.K.? Do you want to go someplace else?"

I blink, roused from my meditations by your voice. I stare. Those are not normal questions for you. Your eyes are dark orbs of concern. You return the few steps to me and wrap your arms around me, leaning my head against your chest. "Red," you start hesitantly, "I know I wasn't good to you." I push against you to free myself. I'm not sure if I'm ready to be close to you again, to listen to anything you have to say.

I feel like wailing. How can I love someone like you? How is it that the past two hours have been the most exhilarating of the past two years? How do I know you won't hurt me again?

"I can't do this, Wolfe," I grit through my teeth. My fists are balled and I feel like I want to hit you. For the first time in my life I'm literally seeing red. I have to move; I can't just stand here at the corner in some invisible cage of frustration. I turn away from you in a dramatic swirl of skirt and stomp all the way to a curved niche in the middle of the bridge and pace like an angry great cat, tail swishing back and forth, within its confines.

"Red," I hear you call from the street corner. I can't answer you because two years worth of tears are pouring down my face and choking me. I don't want to answer you. A moment later I feel you come up behind me. You place your hands on my shoulders and turn me away from the rail to face you. I wish I didn't want to fall into your arms so badly. "Red, I'm so sorry. I know I was wrong, before." Damn. There you go again. You were always able to read my mind, most of the time. "It's just," you sigh and run your hands over your hair, "I wanted to have everything set up for you. I wanted everything to be perfect so you wouldn't have to worry about anything. I didn't think about...I just didn't think." You hug me to you. I let you.

We stand like that, you rubbing my head, me crying on your chest, for what seems like hours but is probably only a few minutes, until I pull away from you and turn around to lean on the rail. You join me, hugging me from behind and resting your chin on my shoulder. I find myself grateful for your closeness again. There are few others out walking in the soupy night but cars continually buzz past. We are quiet watching the foggy wraiths curl over the forest beneath us.

My breathing has returned to normal and the tears have long since stopped. I feel you are still aroused and I can't resist wriggling my ass over your erection. "Minx," you tease softly but you push back slightly spreading my cheeks under my skirt. You know the feel of your cock along the crack of my ass drives me wild and I can't help but grind into you more because it's been so long. 

I feel your lips on my neck and your fingers making their way to the front of the corset. I lean my head back, endorphins and wine making my thoughts blur and race, elongating my neck, giving your tongue and teeth room to play. Their combined pressure shoots deep ripples of pleasure to my nipples. Your hands are so close, but there's too much cloth in the way. As if reading my mind, you deftly loosen the restraining laces of the corset enough to be able to scoop my breasts out over the top. Your touch on them is like a homecoming and a first kiss all at once that makes me gasp. Even though the night is warm, the fresh air is enough of a contrast with my body heat to raise goose bumps on my skin and my nipples into tight, hard peaks.

"I love you like this," you say into my neck. The blare of a car horn momentarily jerks me back into the real world but the hard pinch you deliver to my nipple drags me back into the mist. Two years of missing this voice, this touch, has me stimulated beyond control. 

Your touch in my hair loosens the bun and dreadlocks spill over my shoulders and curtain my face. You wrap your fingers in them and pull my head back, arching my spine. My petite breasts thrust toward the sky, rocket nipples ready to take off. Shifting your weight, you lean around the side of me and take one nipple into your mouth moaning at the first taste. The liquid pressure of your tongue melts me. I sag into you. Then a series of wet little flicks has me moaning and grinding on your cock again.

I reach behind me. I want to feel you but you grab my wrist and twist my arm behind my back. "Now you know better, Red." I grind my teeth in frustration when your mouth leaves my breast. You chuckle. You've got me right where you want me. "Since I can hardly give you a fitting punishment in this environment I'll have to see what else I can come up with." You release your grip in my hair and I let my head flop forward, resigned to the delay of my satisfaction.

You reach down between us and lift my skirt. I feel you sigh as you caress my ass. I wriggle a little more. Two can play a teasing game. The skirt is long enough to drape over my legs even though when you take one small step backwards to reorient yourself my ass is open to the night air. "Beautiful, baby," you sigh running a hand over each cheek.

My pussy is dripping wet, again, a fact you discover when you roughly and without preamble shove three fingers into it. Your body is draped over mine and we move together in a tight undulation with each of your thrusts. I am having difficulty keeping my moaning down to an acceptable volume and this makes you harder. You release my arm knowing I will not cause any more problems and reach in front to roll my nipple roughly between your fingers. I start to tremble and you remove your fingers from inside me.

"Pl-Please," I stammer.

"Please what?" Your glistening fingers are in my mouth and I lick every drop of my juices off them. My pussy feels so empty. I thrust back into your crotch as if the heat emanating from it can disintegrate the layers of clothes separating us.

"Please what, slut?"

"Please fuck me."

"Louder." I feel you behind me unbuttoning and unzipping. Then I feel your hard, smooth cock in the cleft of my ass. You spank me with it. "Louder."


Thick and Hard, Please



I went to see some strippers the other night for a girl's night out. I sat there looking at guy after guy parade his body and package before me, imagining what each cock was like and boy did my mind go into fantasy mode quick. We sat there discussing which guy was best and who had the bigger package. "Connie" was on a roll and stuffed lots of bills in lots of G strings that night and gave us the dirt on what she got to see of them. There was one guy who had the most gorgeous bulge I'd seen on any of them and he became my focus. I spent twenty dollars for a couple of private dances and got to see what it looked like. Even limp it was impressive and I was drooling to see it hard. I loved playing with my toys when I was out and I had my new remote controlled bullet vibe in me that night. I was so horny when I got home that night, all I could think about was that cock and I wanted it in me. My toys barely helped me get through it and by the time the orgasm was over, I had that fantasy stick with me for days after. 

Thick and Hard, Please

It was Friday afternoon when my phone rang and my friend, Connie called from her work. She was telling me how her husband was going to a fishing lodge for the weekend with his buddies and she wanted to have some girl fun. I asked her what she was in to for fun and her reply was fast and sure, strippers. 

I wasn't all that struck on just looking at a guy take his clothes off and do nothing to him. If he was getting undressed, I figured it was the least I could do was strip my clothes off too and join him naked for some real fun. Watching them was more frustrating than anything else. I received my caution from her about not repeating the actions I did last time and pretend to put a bill in his G string and pull it down to his knees. I figured I'd get my money's worth and see what it looked like and not just some bulge in the material. 

I said yes because I had nothing else to do, so I made it a group of four and said I'd meet up after work and had a chance to eat and change. The excitement wasn't too contained in Connie's voice and I knew she was ready to play tonight. If she had enough drinks in her, she might just rip the G string off the guy and have some fun with him. I sat at my desk giggling at the thought of that, watching three lust-starved females look at buff bods and bulging cock socks. I was positive the night would finish with one of them wanting to have a fling with one of the strippers.

Connie was still a hot looking woman at forty three and liked to flaunt her looks and get attention. She was more likely to give the stripper a flash of her tits as a tip, instead of a bill. Vivian was the same age and usually more sedate in how she acted, but drinking and semi-nude men brought out the wild thing in her. She was just a horny woman with a calm facade she wore in public. Nicky was the youngest at thirty two and wildest of the lot. She hardly ever wore a bra after she got her boobs done and flaunted them every chance she got. She had a great body too and word had it, she had fooled around on the side a couple of times. We were pretty sure her recent promotion was the result of them too. 

I thought of the four of us together and I knew it was trouble waiting to happen, but it would be fun trouble to get in to. None of them got out that much to be really bad, but when they did, they let loose and threw caution to the wind at times. They were good women and good friends, but we all had our sides and putting them together was a volatile combination. I shifted my ass in the chair and felt the Ben Wa balls hitting a particularly nice spot inside me. I began doing some butt cheek clenches and making it move against the spot nicely. As I imagined cock after cock coming out on stage, my balls brought me to a juicy, little climax to help tie me over to quitting time.

I loved that none of my co-workers suspected anything, as I sat in my office and worked away happily, my discreet toys either in me or pressed against my clit. I loved cumming as a stress reliever and after a particularly hard time dealing with something, it was great to lock my door for a five or ten minute session with whatever I had that day and work the tension out. I felt wonderful after and I could deal with anything after that. I loved therapeutic sex. I chuckled sometimes to myself, as my fellow workers did stretches and exercises sitting at their desks, working the kinks out, I had remote control help that sat on my desk, looking everything like a car remote. I just had to touch a button or two and stress relief was on its way instantly. I liked my way better.

I left work and got home, getting out of my work clothes and tossing the day-liner soaked with cum into the trash basket. It never failed to make me chuckle, thinking of what I used the liners for, instead of a weak bladder. I headed in for a shower and got rid of the work day from me and ready for some night time fun. I hadn't been out with the girls for a girl's night out in a long time and some were asking where I'd been and been up to.

The last thing I needed them to know about was my sex life and what I had been exploring sexually and finding out about myself. Dating a guy off the net was tame, but being with other women and some of the other things I'd actually tried, certainly would test the bounds of our friendship. None of them would ever look at or think of me the same again. I hadn't even told them of my new intimate jewelry. They thought Nicky getting a boob job was outrageous, so a couple of clit piercings and a tattoo beside my pussy spelled outrage to the max and I wasn't about to defend myself to them. 

I didn't want to sit there horny as hell all night, so I tucked my bullet inside me and didn't switch it on. I slid my finger in and pushed it back to my sweet spot. The vibes would be magical and get me wet in seconds. I wanted it to stay in that spot and not drop down, so I took the medium sized Ben Wa balls, about three quarters of an inch in diameter and slid those in to hold it. I walked around and felt how it worked and even without the vibration happening, it was a sinful feeling of pleasure all its own.

I went through my panty drawer and found the pair I wanted and smiled. The white see through material hid nothing and just gave an illusion of wearing something really, What I liked was the way it caressed my mound and I knew nothing would sneak out and embarrass me. That fabric did wonders to heighten my state of arousal too. Panties and toys, two of my favorite loves. A sexy pair of panties could be almost as good as a toy, if worn the right way and touched the right way as well. I was having a little of both tonight to go along with my third favorite thing, cock. As unaware as my friends were, they would provide me with my fourth favorite thing, the smell of aroused pussy.

I fell in love with that aroma and every time I get a chance to catch a whiff of a woman who's aroused, I like to smell her and see who she is sexually that way. Sitting with three horny, sex-starved females was going to make this a wonderful night of pleasures for me and not one would know what I was enjoying. I was going to have my own fun and it was far more enjoyable than fantasizing about cock I wouldn't be getting a chance to play with. I was the first to admit I had a bit of an obsession with cock.

I loved them since the first one I had a chance to play with and get to know intimately. I loved watching them swell from limp and become erect and hard as a rock in my hand, or mouth. I loved touching them, manipulating the key areas and see their owners writhe in pleasure. It was all about the erection and how mighty it felt holding a man's power in my hands like that. What set it all off was cumming. Stroking that thing and feeling it tense and swell, the head engorging and then that first burst of cum coming out, then the second. I could cum from just doing that. I hated that guys were basically a one shot deal and after doing that once to them, they were done for the night.

Women, they were different. We could go as long as we had the strength to move, or have enough consciousness to us to continue having orgasms. That made being with another woman so much more satisfying in ways. Not better, just more satisfying. I loved how Kelly made sure I was well spent emotionally, as well as physically. She was such an ardent lover and only wanted one thing out of me, my pleasure. I gave that to her abundantly and she gave it back to me. We found something in each other and as I slid my black thigh highs up my legs, I couldn't help but think of her and miss her. 

Maybe fate would let us get together again, maybe it wouldn't, but tonight was all about me and my passions and I felt ready to enjoy them to the fullest. I stepped into my tight black Lycra skirt and zipped the short zip at the back up and the big zipper in the front up as well. I stood looking in the mirror to see how high I could undo it and not really see anything. Standing up, I could almost undo it fully, before the crotch of my panties showed. I sat on the bed and even the slightest parting of my legs gave a full view of them and my pussy. I knew I couldn't be that decadent and pulled the zipper down half way and moved and crossed my legs to see what showed and what didn't.

I figured we were going for a big tease, so why shouldn't I be allowed to tease them. I stood looking in the mirror at my boobs and tried to decide the level of tease I wanted to give the guys. I really was hoping one of them wasn't gay and had a thing for women. I wanted to see if I could give him a hard on and give all the women something to enjoy.

I went through all my sexy, party, flirty, date type tops and found the right one. The sheer black was perfect and completed the look I wanted. If they could look like sluts, so could I. I know the girls would be dressing for the occasion too and would be showing some cleavage, especially Nicky. Compared to her DD monsters, my natural B's looked like baby boobs. I had my own attraction for guys to look and that was my big, juicy nipples. When those stood out, both male and female eyes took notice and I knew it. The solid black lines that ran through the sheer sat just right and hid my nipples from view. I wanted to see how good the tease would look and gave my girls a little perking up and looked in the mirror to see how noticeable they were. Even in the stage lighting they would have, no one could miss at how erect they were. I felt delicious.

I finished doing my hair, hoping the waves came right for once and checked myself out and even I thought what everyone else would think. Slut, with a capital S, slut. I smiled to myself in the reflection and started laughing, thinking of all the fun I was going to have. I put my light, white blazer on and headed out for a night of fun with the girls. We met up at the Dunkin' Donuts and car pooled to the club in Connie's Mercedes. She was doing well in real estate and her car was her status symbol she could still making money in a bad market. I received a few comments on how I looked and got eye-balled hard by a couple of them. 

We pulled in and the place was already half full with cars. We went in and two things hit me the moment we got past the lobby. The sound and feel of the music and the air permeated heavily with aroused pussy. I reached in my blazer pocket and clicked the remote to turn my bullet on and tapped it to go up a level in intensity. 

We were ushered to a table close to the stage and a row back from the front. I picked the chair that was closest to the stage, so that when I turned my chair around to look, my friends wouldn't really see what I was doing, when I flashed the stripper. I was in the mood for fun and so far, everything was just what I hoped for. The DJ announced the next guy to come on and the curtains parted to Lance Goodthrust. I nearly pissed myself laughing when I heard the name, but the guy that came out made me think twice. He was built from head to toe and had a tight spandex jumpsuit on. I had no problem getting past all the sweet beefcake and looked at his cock. The spandex accentuated a package that caught most every woman's eyes. He strutted up to the front and did some of those sexy hip grinds I love to feel guys do against me.

I knew enough about cocks to know he was tucking away a lot of man meat under the tight material. I was fixated on it, studying it as well as I could as he moved. I took more interest when he turned my way and then realized he was pumping his hips right at me. I looked up his body to his face and he was smiling broadly at me, catching me blatantly looking at him. I did what any confident woman would do in that situation. I stood up, pointed straight at his cock and gave two thumbs up to the crowd and started clapping.

Every woman whistled and cheered, hooting and hollering and applauding not only his cock, but me as well. I gave a quick bow and sat down and blatantly looked right at his cock and licked my lips hungrily. The women around me laughed and cheered me on, telling Lance he better be careful or I'd eat him right where he stood. I laughed and played along, gnashing my teeth at him. He lost a bit of his confidence in dealing with me and went to the other side of the stage to dance for the other women.

My friends were all over me about what I did and what got into me. I said I was just having fun and to lighten up. Connie was the DD, so she had virgin drinks, while the rest of us got into the real stuff and had a couple of jello shooters as well. We were all having fun watching the guy and all my passions were being enjoyed like I wanted. I reached in and took out my remote and checked which setting and mode I was on and put it back in my coat pocket, or thought I had.

It fell on the floor behind me and Vivian picked it up. She must have known what it was from being at the toy party we went to and turned to Connie beside her and whispered what it was and that it was mine. Connie let Nicky know and get in on the secret and the three sat and schemed behind my back, as I flashed a panty shot at the sweet thing on stage again. He looked college boy all the way and figured he was paying his tuition this way instead of washing dishes or fast food restaurants.

He was trying to keep his stage composure, smiling at the women, but his eyes were glancing over at me. I casually raised the zipper a few more inches and gave a quick look around to see if any woman had noticed me. I felt sure none had and as I raised my one hand hooting like other women, my other pulled my panties aside and gave him a bare pussy shot. I felt so sorry for him as he lost his entire train of thought on his routine. He looked away and tried to figure where he was in the song and gave up flustered and waited another half minute for it to end. 

I cheered loudly for him and closed my legs again, crossing then and turning back to my friends. They were clapping and cheering like I was and I had no idea what was going to happen next. After I took a long drink of my spiced rum and ginger, I saw my friends look at me and show just the slightest of tells they were up to something. I was just about to say something and felt the increase in vibration happen inside me. It was only a level higher and nicely stimulating, but it was more than I needed at that moment to just act casual. 

My tells must have showed, because a moment later, the vibes increased again. I started squirming in my chair and casually went to my pocket to turn it off. I know the look on my face gave away everything when I realized the remote wasn't in my pocket. I looked at my friends again and they were looking at the stripper on stage and paying no mind to me.

I was getting into a bit of a panic trying to figure out where it went and casually looked around my chair. I looked at the other women and wondered if one had picked it up and pressed the buttons, wondering what it was. Whoever had it, just turned it up another notch, because my pussy became extremely active instantly. I couldn't sit still, trying to deal with my pussy having the time of it's life and I wasn't in control of the pleasure being given to it.

I turned back to the stage and scanned the floor, spreading my legs and looking down. I was bent over when the bullet went full tilt and had me straighten up and hit the back of my chair. My legs were still spread wide and the stripper was looking at my pussy and rubbing his package with both hands. I looked at him and his eyes were looking at my crotch and bringing all the attention to me again. I was close to cumming from all the stimulation, as I writhed in my seat, making the balls and the bullet go to work on my juicy flesh. 

I guess the stripper thought I was getting off on him, as he jumped off the stage in his G string and stood before me, still bumping and grinding away at me. He stood between my legs, keeping me spread wide and I knew my zipper was high enough my pussy was showing clear as day to him. I was succumbing to the vibes and didn't know what to do, as my pussy enjoyed itself at my embarrassed expense. Knowing how active I was in getting wet, I knew there was a huge wet spot forming around my lips and I could feel the material I loved feeling so much, smearing more and more of it over me. 

The stripper moved in and was almost close enough to touch his bulge against me. His body was there before me, his face looking down at me as he held the back of my chair. Whoever had the remote was paying close attention to me. I was making a move to push him away, when the vibe went off on full tilt and my hips shot up in response and right into his crotch. I felt his cock against my pussy and I grabbed his hips and just ground my clit against it. It was just what I needed to get off at that moment and I didn't care that hundreds of eyes were on me. I could hear the sounds of women gasping in amazement at what I was doing, laughter and cheers were accompanying them, as the stripper let me grind his hardening cock against my clit. 

The vibes stopped instantly and my need to grind stopped as well. I became aware of everything again, as the fuzziness of orgasmic euphoria wore off. I looked at the stripper looking at me with lust written all over him. I took stock of where my hands were and looked down at my crotch. His cock was almost fully erect and sticking out of the cock sock he had stuffed it into. It was wet from my cum and his sock was too. I looked the size of what I was rubbing against and public display or not. I wanted it in me. 

Whoever had the remote saw me well enough to know hitting me at that moment full force would put me right back into an orgasmic state instantly. The vibes assaulted me again right on the sweet spot and I ground into him again. Up and down his shaft I rubbed him, relieving that insane desire inside to cum. My jacket fell open and my erect nipples were poking out proudly to all who could see them. I was trying to keep some sense of sanity to what I was doing.

I was being driven to orgasmic bliss by someone unknown and they were enjoying watching me make a public spectacle of myself this way. The stripper was grinding at me on his own now, wanting to get off himself. I looked down and saw at least five inches of thick cock sticking out and I was going crazy. It didn't even feel real to me. This was like some crazy mixed up dream or something, except the wet feeling in my pussy was real and his hard cock rubbing against my clit kept making it more real. 

I looked down and saw the shiny wetness on his cock where my pussy was soaking him. Embarrassment or not, I was enjoying the orgasmic pleasure of it all and my pussy wasn't ready to stop having fun. I looked at the stripper looking at me and I knew he could see my desire to have his cock inside me. I knew he was wanting the same thing and the time was right, but the place wasn't. I wasn't paying much attention to anything around me, until I heard the voices start chanting.




Thick and Hard, Please



I heard the DJ say, 'There's something you don't see every day,' then the cacophony of voices became one line being said over and over, "Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but it was the only thing on my mind right then. I reached down and pulled my panties to the side and bore down to push the balls and bullet out of me. The first ball and then the second came out and I quickly tucked the soaking orbs in my pocket. The bullet buzzed loudly and all the women got a very clear view as to how effective they were. Cum dripped off it and my fingers, as I squeezed it out. I couldn't shut it off, so I tossed it in my pocket still buzzing away. 

I still held my panties to the side and the stripper was looking at the soaking mess of cum-soaked pussy flesh I had. The 'fuck him' chant was till ringing loudly in the club and I was beyond anything other than need at that point. I reached out and grabbed his cock and pulled it all the way out of his cock sock and stroked him a few times. I looked in his eyes and saw the rawness of emotion he had and slid the head against my opening. He looked at me like it was all surreal as well and then said my three words to get him going.

"Fuck me, hard."

He didn't hesitate and pushed himself all the way into me. In a second, his cock was pounding into me with a savage need and it was equal to mine. I hardly noticed the house lights come on and brighten the whole scene up clearly, as he put me into orgasm mode and my pussy was happily thanking him for his efforts. The staff came over and tried to stop us, but we wanted to finish what we started and I wrapped my legs around his waist, my hands held his tight ass cheeks, pulling him into me as deep as I could get him.

He had a great cock and it was working its magic on me, hitting all the right buttons and switches. As the staff tried pulling him off of me, I was holding him to me and thrusting my hips up to meet his, bringing us to the point of no return.

"Fuck me, I'm cumming."

My eyes told him my need, same as my hands, as I urged him to take me all the way to nirvana. I saw his peak approaching in him, his breathing hard and fast, the sweat just glistening on him. I felt my cum spurting out around his shaft and soaking my ass and I was in heaven right then. He had eight or so inches of thick, hard cock sailing inside as fast as his hips could go and started grunting and groaning.

"Yeah, yeah, cum in me Baby. Shoot your fucking, hot cum inside my cunt and fill me with it."

If anyone wondered before if I was a slut, those words removed all doubt. I could hear the cheering and oohs and aahs of the women around me. I could feel his cock getting ready to shoot his hot seed in me, when the staff members finally got him away from me enough to separate us. I watched his throbbing cock leave my pussy and abandon me in my time of need, when his cum shot out the end and landed on my top. The second shot just as far, at least two or three feet and hit my sheer material. I looked at the two large spurts on me and used my fingers to scoop them up. I licked each finger off and then squeezed my nipples hard to finish myself.

The spectacle was finally over and reality started sinking in, as I looked about at the sex crazed women.

I could hear my friends behind me literally pissing themselves laughing at me. I put my panties back in place and lowered my zipper again, then once again did the only thing that made any sense. I stood up, looked around and raised my fists above my head and started cheering myself.

I could hear the applause and cheers and even through my reddened embarrassment, I was honored by my sisters for doing something most likely none of them would ever do. I took some emoted bows and tried to collect myself. Women had to tell me how sexy and hot and how wicked and wild I was, how turned on they were by it all. The woman sitting at the table next to me reached over and took my hand and smiled at me. I looked at her with sex glazed eyes to see what she wanted to say.

"Sweetheart, I want some of that pussy too. Here's my number, call me, soon."

She let my hand go and I felt the piece of paper in my hand. I looked at her as she winked at me and slipped the paper in my pocket, along side the two wet Ben Wa balls and the buzzing vibe. I took the wet bullet out and held it in my hand, showing it to my friends.

"Alright, which one of you bitches has my remote? Very funny, ha ha."

I felt the buzzing die, then Vivian held the remote out to me and I took it and put them back in my pocket.

"You had it? Viv, that was just, you shouldn't have...I was so embarrassed and...you knew just when to hit it, didn't you?"

Vivian and the others laughed at me again, knowing I was still reeling from it all. 

"I did. I saw you teasing the stripper and told Connie and Nicky what it was you dropped on the floor. We were just having some fun with you, Shae. I had no idea you'd go that far. Holy shit, Shae, you actually fucked that guy right in front of everybody. I've got to tell you, that was hot, I mean fucking hot."

"Yeah, how nice. I hope you all found that totally amusing. I looked like a total idiot just now, thanks to you. How am I supposed to walk out of here and not have this thrown in my face by everyone who just seen me?"

"Awww, Shae, we're sorry. It was all meant in good fun and we didn't mean to hurt you in any way. Come on, tell me that wasn't just the littlest amount of fun you just had?"

"That's not the point."

"So it was fun, right?"

"Yes, if you have to know, yes, it was fun. I fucking came like dam busters for fuck sake. My panties are soaking wet right now and buddy's cum is all over my top."

"He does have a nice cock, Shae. I saw him fucking you and I wanted in on that action too."

"Naturally, you're a total slut, Connie. Should have been you doing it with him, not me."

"Hey, if I had of thought to shove a bullet and a couple of balls up my twat to have fun with, maybe I would have been fucking him, but I didn't, you did. Holy shit, Shae, I had no idea you had those in you."

"And you wouldn't have, if Viv wasn't such a bitch and did that to me. That really fucked me up big time, you know? That little fucker is powerful and I had it right on my sweet spot inside. I near shit myself when it started doing it on its own. When I found out the remote was gone, I shit myself even more. I couldn't shut it off or control it and it was driving me crazy inside."

"Are you still really mad at us for doing it?"

"I'll get over it eventually, I hope, but right now, I'm still fucking horny as hell thanks to you idiots. You're just lucky I love you guys so much, you know that? I'll get you back, you know I will. I'm not letting this one slide. Better keep an eye out at all times, because I'm going to make you feel just as embarrassed as I was."

We sat there talking about it when the manager showed up and asked us to leave. Like adding insult to injury, there was little to argue about and we collected our things and sucked back the rest of our drinks. A few women started clapping and then before we had made it to the door, the entire place was whistling and clapping for me. I waved my hand in embarrassment and felt the comfort of being outside again.

We were walking to the car, when the employee's entrance door opened and the stripper I had sex with was coming out dressed in street clothes. I stopped and looked at him and he was really a great looking guy. He must have sensed me somehow and turned to look at me. Our eyes met and we had a moment of bonding outside the club and in a different way. I gave him a warm smile and saw him smile back the same.

"Hey, thanks for the good time, I really liked that."

"Good, you won't get a chance to do it again, they fired me."

"What? Oh no, I'm so sorry. I really am."

We started walking towards each other to talk, while my friends went to the car. I stood with him and saw he was upset by what happened.

"I have to apologize for that, I really do. It was all just some joke my friends were playing on me and it got out of hand and well, you know what happened."

"Yeah. I mean, it was really great and all, doing it with you and everything. Who would have guessed you shoving my cock in yourself was against house rules?"

I saw he was trying to make light of it for me and not let me feel so bad. I was really starting to like him, he was turning out to be a really nice guy.

"I know, I did that too, didn't I? God, you have no idea how embarrassed and nervous I am right now having to tell you all this, but I have to. I owe it to you that much at least, to explain it."

"You don't have to, it's alright. Don't worry about it, I'll be okay."

The look in his eyes said they were just sweet words to make me feel better about it, but he was really feeling the aftershock of the results of my fun. I was as guilty as sin that it all happened and the last thing I could do was let him walk away and not do something to make it up to him.

"Hey, what's your name? It's not really Lance, is it?"

I saw him chuckle and eased up towards me after that.

"No, Liam. What's yours?"

"ShaeLee, but my friends call me Shae."

"Nice, pretty name for a pretty woman."

"Well thanks, you're not so bad yourself. Look, Liam, I feel really bad about what happened and it would make me feel a hell of a lot better if I could do something to make it up to you."

He looked at me, pondered something and passed it off without asking. I knew it was something he would have liked and I asked him to tell me what it was.

"I was kind of hoping we could have finished what we started."

"Hey, believe it or not, that thought crossed my mind. I was really loving your cock inside me and we kind of got disturbed from really finishing it, didn't we?"

"We did. Hey, did I get any, you know...cum on you? When the bouncers grabbed me, I remember cumming right then and thought I saw it get on you."

I had to laugh and held his hand as I did, to let him know I wasn't laughing at him.

"Yeah, hit me twice actually. Once in the boob and once on my belly. I have to say, I was a bit impressed by it too."

"Impressed by what? My cum?"

"Yeah, I kind of have a thing for cum. Mine and other people's."

I could see he enjoyed my cum lust and he strained not to let his eyes go to my pussy, as he imagined how it came.

"Get's you off, does it?"

"Oh yeah, big time. I also enjoyed something else very much, seeing as we're being open and honest about it all."

"What's that?"

"You really have a nice cock. When you pushed the head of it against me, I was already starting to cum."

"No way? Cool! I just thought you were like, really wet when I touched you. When I slid inside, it was the most incredible feeling ever."

"Oh yeah? Liked feeling a juicy pussy all hot and bothered and needing a good fuck, did you?"

I was starting to play and tease him and I was having thoughts I truly wouldn't mind having another round with him and find out just what he could do with that big cock of his. I liked that it wasn't too long, pushing eight inches at best, but he was so thick and hard and that had me oozing cum from just the feel of it. Bigger might be better, but it was thickness, not length, that guys messed up on. The most any woman wants going up there is about eight, maybe nine inches tops, but the thicker that bad boy is, that's when my juices start flowing and I can't wait to feel it stretch me wide and fill me that way. The women sitting in the car waiting for me all felt the same way too, they told me, the sluts. 

"Shae, your pussy is amazing. I mean, I've been around a bit and checked out what goes on down there in a woman and yours is by far the sweetest one I've been in. That sounded pretty bad, didn't it?"

"Hey, not like we're virgins here, are we? I've had a fair number of cocks in me, I'll admit that. Like I said, I really enjoyed feeling yours inside me, very nice."

"Oh yeah?"

His smile was big and broad, all pleased with himself and I felt better knowing he still had a sense of pride left at least.

"Yeah, I did like it. You know, Liam, I asked if I could do anything to make it up to you for what happened. Can I make it up to you by letting you put that nice cock of yours back into my juicy pussy and this time, just fuck the shit out of me with it and cum like no tomorrow in me? Would that help make up for it all?"

"Seriously? You're not playing another joke on me again, are you?"

I saw he was as anxious as anything to know I was serious and played with the idea of another tease and thought better of it. I turned my head and looked back at my friends looking at me from inside the car, wondering what was taking me so long to just say sorry. I waved and smiled at them and turned back to Liam. I looked in his eyes and I let him see my lust, as I put my hand out and cupped his package in my hand and gently squeezed it. 

"Serious, Baby. Let's go to your place, let's go to my place, I don't care. Whatever place we go to, I'm getting naked and sucking that cock of yours until its as hard as a rock and I want to be fucked senseless by you, is that serious enough? Your cock is just how I like it, thick and hard and you left a great impression in me already, let's call it that, shall we?"

Liam squirmed in my hand as he looked in my eyes. He glanced over at my friends and I put my other hand on his cheek and made him look at me.

"Just say yes, Liam, that's all it takes. Don't worry about my friends, they got me into this with you in the first place. What do you say? Want to get another chance at putting that beautiful cock of yours in my hot, wet, juicy pussy?"

I kept massaging his cock through his jeans and he was sweating bullets mentally trying to remember how to say yes. I helped him and pronounced the word slowly and distinctly for him to copy me and looked in his eyes. I don't think he even realized he said the word, but his burgeoning cock was saying yes emphatically, to get the hell out of there and get to it already. I kissed my index fingertip and placed it on his lips, then held it up to show I'd be back in a second. I walked back to the car and Connie lowered the window to me. I stuck my head in and made sure my ass was presented nicely to Liam as I talked.

"Girls, go on home without me. Looks like I have some apologizing to do in a big way thanks to you."

"You're going with him?"

"Yep, I asked if he'd let me make it up to him for getting fired and he'd like me to cook for him. It's the least I can do, right?"

My idea of cooking for him was different from what they were thinking. I was going to cook with body heat.

"Shae, do you trust him?"

"I better. You guys figured he'd be okay with me, or you wouldn't have put me in that position with him. Right?"

"Shae no, that was just fun and fooling around, Besides, there were over a hundred women and bouncers and stuff in there. You're going with him alone, that's different."

"I'll be okay, promise. I'll call you when I get to his place, or my place, where ever we end up. I'm not sure if he has what I need to cook with, or if he has food for that matter. Anyway, I'll make him something hot and juicy to eat and he'll love it and that'll help make up for what you...friends, did for me tonight."

I knew just what hot and juicy meal I wanted to serve to him and it didn't need a plate. I saw them get nervous and worried and had to play it up and start getting them back for their prank.

"Oh ShaeLee, no, don't go, we're sorry, aren't we girls, we really are."

"Nope, what's done is done and he's agreed to let me cook for him and I said yes, so it's done and a deal and all that. I'll call you Connie and let you know what place we're at, okay, then just hope he's not some psycho sex fiend and does strange stuff to me."

I turned and started walking away smiling hard to myself, listening to the protests coming from the car. I walked up to Liam and quietly told him everything was cool and he could take me anywhere he wanted. He said my place was okay and I loved him for that. I liked being on home turf with a new partner, it made me feel more at ease and willing to do more things with them. Also, most guys weren't that neat and needed the sheets changed, either way, I was happy.

Liam got in and closed his door and I opened mine and stood looking at my friends for a moment. I stood there smiling at them as I reached in my pocket and took out my bullet and showed it to them. I squatted slightly and pulled my panties aside, then sucked it clean and slid it inside and pushed it into my sweet spot. I took the balls out and held one in each hand and showed them to them. I was almost laughing, looking at the looks on their faces. I could almost hear their thoughts on what they were thinking, 'What the fuck is she doing? Why is she sticking those things back inside herself again?', as I tucked the two glass balls inside.

I fixed my panties again and wiggled my ass at Liam, who sat there quietly and watched it all from a few feet away. I waved and smiled at my friends, as I got in and handed Liam the remote, making sure they saw me give it to him. I explained how it worked and then lowered my window. I reclined my seat back a bit and put my seat belt on, then Liam pulled out and drove past my friends still sitting there. I'm dead positive they heard me scream, "Oh my God, Liam," as I was waving at them and he hit the button on the remote and it was still on high vibration mode. I know they had to see my face as I passed, I was cumming hard instantly, my hand coming back inside fast and heading straight to my pussy. I wanted him to feel just what he did the last time and so did I, but I would be nothing more than a cum puddle if I let him keep it at that speed. 

This time, we weren't going to have an audience or a cheering section, but it was going to play out the same way, if I had my way about it. I was cock hungry in minutes and hoped he lived really, really close by, as I put my hand on his thick, hard cock and squeezed.



Thickening Meat



Jake would never tell his friend that he had a crush on him, but his wishes came true on that evening...

Jake was in his late teens, his 18th birthday was still fresh in his mind. His heart skipped a beat when he remembered that day. He wanted a pool party for that birthday, but not for his love of swimming, it was mostly to see his friend in his tight swimming trunks. Jake had devised a plan of going to his friend's house and when he wasn't looking, he would steal his trunks so that he would be forced to borrow a pair of speedos from him at the party...

Jake had always noticed that his friend, Ryan, was packing something large in his pants, and often fantasised about touching and sucking it as he moaned in pleasure. This would often lead to him getting a hard on when he was in his room thinking about him, so he would just jerk off to relieve the tension, hoping that he might get Ryan to do it to him one day. 

It was the day of the party, and as he expected, Ryan had come to him asking to borrow a pair of trunks. Ryan's face drooped as Jake held the blue, Lycra speedo in-front of him. 

"I can't wear that!" He said. 

"Why not?" Asked Jake. 

"Because it's skimpy...I don't want to crush my dick into a speedo!" Complained Ryan. 

"You have no choice...What else are you going to wear?" Said Jake. 

After a while of persuasion, Jake finally convinced Ryan to wear the speedo to the party. The thought of his huge bulge pushing against the speedo gave Jake a hard on, so he told Ryan to leave and that he would see him at the party...

"Yes! 8 O'Clock!" Shouted Jake as he jumped up and down, his 6 inch erection bouncing in the motion. Quelling his relentless arousal, he went downstairs and into the garden, were his friends where all in the pool. Ryan was in the bathroom, trying to force himself into the tight speedo. His balls would fit in, but one would fall out the side when he tried to push his thick penis into it. After 10 minutes of handling his meat, pushing and squeezing it, there was a knock at the bathroom door...

"Ryan, are you coming in?" Questioned Jake.

"Yeah...As soon as I can fit my dick into this stupid speedo!" Shouted Ryan. 

"It doesn't matter if it hangs out a bit, you'll be in a pool, no one will see it" said Jake, trying to stop his meat from thickening. 

"Okay then" said Ryan, "Just don't look!" Demanded Ryan, exiting the bathroom. 

Jake followed Ryan down the stairs, slightly upset that Ryan had managed to fit his meat into the speedo. Ryan's balls bounced in the material on every step and Jake's eyes were fixed on them. Luckily, Ryan didn't notice, he was too busy readjusting his meat as it pushed against the Lycra, causing it to pull against his firm buttocks. Jake's hand almost stroked Ryan's butt, but he resisted and pushed his throbbing erection down into his speedo. 

All the way through the party, Jake caught glances at Ryan's distressed package. Each time he looked at it straining the Lycra to the limit, it begged for someone to release it from the speedo. The water had stuck the Lycra to his meat, causing the outline of Ryan's balls and penis to jut out in the speedo, fuelling Jake's desire to rip it off and pump his snaking penis. 

Just after the last person had left, Ryan thought he would do at least one dive bomb into the pool as there was now room. He ran as fast as he could, his balls bouncing along the way, until he jumped and pulled his legs towards his chest to execute the dive-bomb. RRRIIIPPP!

The speedo had give way, tired from containing his firm buttocks and giant meat. Ryan's huge endowment broke free and sprung out of the broken speedo, his firm butt cheeks bouncing in the air before the splash. Watching this unfold, Jake's penis started inflating until a noticeable bulge protruded out of his speedos. 

Jake couldn't take it any-more, went over to Ryan who was trying to conceal his penis, and started to rub it through what remained of the speedo...

"What are you..." was all Ryan could mutter before a warm mouth enveloped his meat and he started moaning with pleasure. 

Jake had never been this hard before, he felt like his dick was an overinflated balloon, and the veins stuck out and pulsed as more and more blood managed to force its way in, making his meat turn red with sexual excitement. Before he knew it, his speedo had ripped under the pressure as well. 

Ryan started to kiss and caress Jake's nipples and face as his oversized meat began to inflate, slowly but surely. Jake pinned Ryan to the edge of the pool, sucking, licking and jerking the enormous meat that was getting even bigger before his eyes. 7 inches, 8 inches, 9 inches...It just kept getting bigger, edging slowly towards his stunned face. Before Jake knew it, Ryan's fully erect, 11 inch dick was pressed against his lips, even though he hadn't moved. Jake pushed it down and watched it spring up again, rubbing it on his face and stroking the shaft with his tongue as Ryan squirmed and wriggled with pleasure. As Jake was sucking the monster cock dry, Ryan moved towards Jakes now purple penis. 

Pulsing and throbbing, Jake's 7 inch meat was hurting because it was so hard. He couldn't take it any-more. He was going to shoot his load all over Ryan. As soon as Ryan enveloped his cock, he started to feel it happening, much faster than usual. 

"Oooohhhh, Ryan, I'm gonna cum!" shouted Jake, his thick, purple meat pulsating in the pleasure. 

"Go on then, shoot you..." was all Ryan could say before the dick that was forcing its way down his throat began to shoot. 

"Ohhhhhhhh!" Shouted Jake as his painful, purple cock erupted in the pleasure, the meat forcing puddles of cum into Ryan's mouth as it felt like it was about to explode.

Jake kept pumping Ryan's penis with his mouth as his cock deflated and sagged down after the overfilling it endured. He managed to scale 8 inches of the endless man-meat before Ryan turned him over, pinned him to the edge of the pool and started to force his thick, juicy cock into Jake's firm bubble butt. 

"Just a sec, let me get read...Ahhhhhh" moaned Jake as the monster pole impaled him in the anus. Ryan gave him no time to adjust before he thrust another 4 inches into Jake's frail, unprepared butt, moaning in pleasure when he clenched his buttocks around his cock. 

"Stop for a sec!" Pleaded Jake as his butt-hole strained and stretched to accommodate the huge member. 

"What's wrong? Can't handle a dick this big?" Questioned Ryan smugly.

"Fine then, keep going, I can take all of that dick!" Snapped Jake, tensing in pain as yet more meat entered his hole. 

"How much of that thing is left?" Asked Jake, trying to accommodate the throbbing shaft.

"Only about 2 more inches," said Ryan, feeling cum rushing out of his balls and into his shaft. 

Ryan continued forcing his meat into Jake until it was consumed into Jake's stretched out anus. Thrust after thrust, the dick slid violently in and out of Jake as he gritted his teeth in pleasure and pain, until he felt Ryan's massive dick erupt in waves of cum, shooting them into his hole and leaking out the gap and into the pool. 

But it wasn't over, they were both still hard from the sexual tension. 

"I can't take that any-more," said Jake. 

"Well nobody else is going to," replied Ryan. 

"That's not true," said another one of Jake's friends, Dan, who was sitting on the edge of the pool, stroking his 8 inch dick through the fabric of his slightly torn speedo. 

"Well then, come here," said Ryan, starting to jerk his massive member...



Thicker than Blood



This story was edited by the incredible mikothebaby. Those of you who don't like long stories should probably give this one a pass.

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They say all kinds of things in this world. For almost every situation there's an old saying that fits it. Sometimes though, you get into a battle between two of those old sayings and you have to try to figure out which one is the wisest. In my case, it was that exactly. Old people always told me that blood is stronger than anything. But they also told me that love will conquer all. So what happens when love goes up against blood?

Growing up, I was a part of an average mid-western family. There was, of course, my mom and dad. They were, of course, still together and loved each other very deeply. There were no indications that either ever cheated on the other. I guess they either had no imagination, or they just loved each other so God damned much that they just never did.

Okay, maybe that isn't the right way to put it. I guess a better way to say it is that they were each other's best friend and partners from the second they got together. And there was simply no one that either one of them wanted to be with more.

I guess I got that from them, but we'll get to that later in the story. Besides, this story isn't about them, it's about me and my life. If the story had been about them, it would be pretty fucking boring. And it would be over. Here's my parents life story...well the quick version anyway. Jim met Brenda. They fell in love. They got married and had three children, all girls. They stayed together forever and died. The end. See what I mean. That's a fucking fairy tale.

My story is a little bit more out there. As I've mentioned, Jim and Brenda had three daughters. And this story is about sisters. The bond between sisters can be very strong. But it can also be very tumultuous.

In my case, the relationship between my sister and I was fucked up from the beginning. I, of course, can't take credit for the way that shit turned out. It was Jim and Brenda who fucked everything up. It's the same all over, everywhere. I'm about to school you to the facts of life people. The fact is that life hates fairy tales. So whenever there's a fairy tale going on, like Jim and Brenda in our case, they act like black holes in the universe. Everything may be perfect for the two star crossed lovers, but everything around them goes to shit as it's sucked into their orbit.

Jim and Brenda's three daughters aka me and my sisters didn't inherit the fairy tale. The three of us are as different as can be. We all each have our own varying degrees of problems. My sister, Melinda, is the oldest of us. She is, of course, Jim and Brenda's pride and joy. She, as the first born, is perfect in the eyes of her parents. Mindy, as she's called, can do no wrong, is heaped upon with every possible accolade from our parents and is instantly forgiven any mistakes she makes.

My sister, Belinda, is of course, the baby. Lindy, as she's affectionately known, is spoiled because she's the youngest and last child they will ever have. She is a bundle of joy and love no matter how fucked up she is.

That brings us to me. I'm Cynthia aka Cindy. And as the middle child, I don't exist. I was constantly forgotten by my parents and the rest of the family as well. My triumphs were ignored or down-played. My mistakes were magnified or used as an example for how superior my sisters were. I was constantly referred to as "The other one."

Throughout our lives, Mindy has struggled with a weight problem. Okay, I'm sugar coating it. Mindy is fat. To be brutally honest, my parents caused it. They loved her too much. Every time Mindy opened her cute little mouth, they filled it with cake. By the time we hit our teens, Mindy weighed more than the average adult woman. By the time we were adults, Mindy weighed more than the average adult male athlete who stood a foot taller than she did.

Lindy had at an early age noticed all of the attention and special treatment that Mindy got so she went the other way. She struggled with a host of problems that ranged from anorexia and bulimia, to all kinds of drugs. Since there was nothing wrong with me, again I was forgotten.

Whatever happened to Mindy affected everyone in the house. I honestly don't think my parents had a plan for parenting. They just made decisions as they came up, based on what had occurred with Mindy and that became the rule.

When Mindy turned eighteen, she'd never had a date. Seriously, what high school boy wants to date a nearly three hundred pound girl? So my dad paid one of the interns at his job to take Mindy to her prom. If it was good enough for Mindy, it became the rule. As a result, I wasn't allowed to date until I turned eighteen as well. I'd been asked from the time I was fifteen on, but wasn't allowed. Of course, Lindy, didn't date either. She just disappeared for days at a time on drug binges, but she never actually dated.

"Don't get me wrong, I love my sisters. I'd do anything for either one of them and have often given up things for their happiness. But this story mainly concerns Mindy and me, and the one time that I not only wouldn't give up something to make her happy, I actually took something that she had.

The three of us have always had a strong family resemblance. Our parents were attractive people and I guess on paper the three of us should be as well. We all have the same sparking blue eyes. We all have the same blond hair. But, of course, that's where the similarities end. Mindy, of course, is big. She isn't like a giant blob of fat. She still has an hourglass figure, it's just that the hourglass is about to explode and you can't actually tell the time because the whole thing is just completely filled with sand.

Lindy, on the other hand, even when she turned eighteen had the body of a fourteen year old boy. All of the drugs and anorexia during her early teens had stifled her development. Doctors told us that if she got off of drugs and changed her lifestyle, she might be able to gain some of the weight and development that she'd lost but it was never to be. Shortly after her eighteenth birthday, Lindy fried her brain with some exotic cocktail of drugs and had to be institutionalized. We visit her regularly, but she will never emotionally go beyond the mental state of a fourteen year old girl.

I have the problem of being pretty. I let my hair grow long and straight like our mother's. I'm 5 foot six and weigh one hundred and eighteen pounds. I have nice breasts, and a nice butt and a very tight trim tummy. I was a cheerleader and home coming queen. Of course, none of that mattered to my parents.

I, like my sister Mindy, had my first date at my senior prom. His name was Carlton Whitfield and he was the running back for our football team. He and I had passed smoldering glances back and forth all school year, just waiting for our chance to be together.

Of course, our first date was great for me. It was afterwards that my life all got fucked up. Let's face it. It was my first date. I knew all about sex and kissing and I felt those teen-aged hormones, I just had no experience. Besides, nice girls like me simply didn't put out and especially not on the first frigging date.

I was sure that Carlton was going to be the one for me. I pictured it as being just like our parents a generation before us. Carlton brought me back home immediately after the prom. He'd asked me to go to a party with him afterwards, but I'd declined. I had envisioned something completely different. I saw the two of us sitting on our porch swing and after a little bit of talking, I'd be ready for my first kiss.

It didn't exactly happen that way. I remember leaving Carlton on the porch while I went inside to get us both a glass of lemonade. Our parents were out so I felt at ease. I couldn't have been gone for more than five minutes before I came back and got my heart broken.

I still remember standing there in the doorway with two glasses of lemonade as my fat assed sister, made out with my date and told him lies about me.

They were kissing and she was letting him stick his tongue in her mouth.

"See what you're missing by dating my little idiot sister," crooned Mindy. "What does she have that I don't have? What do you like about her so much?"

"She's really nice," said Carlton nervously.

"So you're saying that I'm not nice?" hissed Mindy. "I'm the one who's letting you kiss me, not her."

"And she's really pretty and she's got a great body," said Carlton, becoming even more nervous. He was trying in his own shy way to stick up for me.

"What makes her body so great?" asked Mindy, standing up.

"She has nice boobs," said Carlton. "They look really g..."

"She doesn't have shit," hissed Mindy. She pulled the bottom of her shirt out of her skirt and showed him her huge boobs in her bra. "These are much bigger aren't they?"

Carlton's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. He nodded his head so quickly I thought his neck would fall off. Then Mindy eased herself into his lap and started dry humping him on our porch swing.

"Would you like to take this further?" she asked. He nodded. His eyes were staring right at her big bra covered tits. "You can't tell anyone about this," she said. He nodded again.

"When my little sister comes back, I want you to tell her that you have to go home. Then I want you to go around to our back yard and wait for me," said Mindy. He agreed and I started crying right then. I wiped the tears away and stepped out onto the porch.

There I was, still in my prom dress holding two glasses of lemonade. Mindy smiled at me and asked me how my prom had been. She nodded her head when I answered her, though to this day I can't remember a word I said.

Carlton suddenly stood up. I could see his erection through the pants of his suit.

"Cindy, uhm...I had a good time," he said. "But I have to go. Uhm...something came up." He grabbed one of the glasses of lemonade and drained it in one huge gulp. "I'll make it up to you," he said and turned and walked away.

I knew what had come up. One of the symptoms of it was the tent in his pants. Tears ran down my cheeks. I had trouble believing that he'd go through with it. I figured that Mindy had just scared him away. It was my first lesson on a lot of the curiosities of life.

I went up into my room and changed into my sleep wear. I heard Carlton sneaking his way into my back yard and my broken heart shattered even further. I also heard my sister's heavy steps as she attempted to be stealthy, sneaking down the back stairwell. Lindy as usual wasn't home, so I didn't have to worry about her seeing this.

I went around to Mindy's bedroom, which was on the back side of the house. Her room was dark and I looked out of her window. Mindy took one of our lounge chairs off of the patio and placed it on the grass where it wouldn't make much noise. She sat on it. She got up and turned off the lights on the patio but I could still see her in the moonlight.

It was surreal. The houses on either side were dark, so it was as if only the three of us were there. Carlton came out of the bushes and Mindy not only lifted her shirt but took it off completely. Then she dropped her bra on the ground and pulled down her skirt and wriggled out of it. Carlton was on her in a flash. He started kissing her and mauling her huge breasts.

"Suck my titties Carl," she gushed. She lay back on the lounge chair and Carlton did just that. He sucked her breasts and played with them as my tears pooled on the window sill. I wanted to look away but I couldn't. Carlton reached one of his hands down towards Mindy's furry pussy very slowly as he continued kissing her and squeezing her boobs. Mindy's hand shot out and grabbed his as it settled on her thigh.

"Stop bullshitting Carl," she hissed. "It's right here. We both know what we're here for. There's no need for any games." She put Carlton's hand right on her pussy and opened her fat thighs to give him access. I sobbed out loud. If Mindy hadn't moaned as his fingers rubbed her pussy for the first time, they'd have heard me. Or at least they'd have heard the sounds of my dream of a life with Carlton dying.

Mindy got down on her knees and pulled Carlton's pants down. She pulled out his dick and took it into her mouth. After a while, she had to hold Carlton up because he got weak in the knees. Then she got back on the lounge chair and spread her legs really wide.

  She grabbed Carlton by his dick and pulled him over to her. He lined himself up and pushed the head of his dick inside of her. I knew all about sex from movies and sex education classes but this was my first time seeing two people do it for real.

  I guess I'd always had a very feminine and romantic view of sex. I always thought it would be beautiful and magical. What Carlton and Mindy did was animalistic and revolting, but I couldn't look away. Carlton fucked the shit out of Mindy. All I saw was him pounding her like a God damned drum. Her legs were splayed out to the sides and he slammed his dick into her over and over. She grabbed his ass and helped him as she thrust her hips towards his.

  Mindy's breasts rolled over to the sides and moved forward and back in time to each thrust. Her big belly rolled with each thrust like waves coming in at the beach. There was no gentleness, nor was there any more kissing, they just rutted like two beasts at the mercy of their hormones.

  After a while Carlton got off of her and she got down on her knees in the grass. He took her doggy style while grabbing her wildly swinging boobs. With each thrust, Mindy grunted and insulted me even more.

  "Ooooh, oh yeah!" she moaned. "Fuck that pussy Carl. Fuck it good. You're not going to get anything like this from my tight assed little sister. You know she's a virgin, right?"

  Carlton was too out of it to answer. He just kept sawing away at her until he came. Mindy flipped over and started sucking his dick as soon as he pulled out of her. Carlton wiped some of the sweat and their juices off of Mindy and bent her over again. He tried to stick his dick in her ass. She turned and looked at him.

  "Carlton," she hissed. "I don't do that."

  "You do now," he said and pushed forward as hard as he could. Mindy screamed like a beast and then they were both still. He'd lodged the head of his dick in her ass just inside her anal sphincter. After a few moments I noticed Mindy pushing her ass against him slowly.

  "Oh fuck, that's tight," hissed Carlton.

  "It feels weird," said Mindy. Carlton started thrusting in and out again. He moved inside a bit further each time until he got himself all the way inside of her. A few strokes later, he was standing on his tiptoes howling as he came again and coated my sister's bowels. They collapsed and lay there in the grass, sweating and panting side by side. Mindy reached out to touch Carlton, but he moved away from her. I've always remembered that. I think even my inexperienced mind understood what that gesture meant about them. Carlton had no love at all for my sister. He was a nineteen year old boy. He was at the mercy of his hormones. Mindy wasn't a woman to Carlton. She was just a pussy. He'd gotten what he'd wanted and now he wanted nothing to do with her. 

  "I'll keep my promise," he said, as he got up and started getting dressed. "No one will know about this. Make sure you do too." I got the idea that Carlton was more worried about protecting his own reputation than he was my sister's.

  That brought another old saying to mind. Fat girls are like Mopeds. They're a lot of fun to ride, but you don't want your friends to see you on one.

  I went back to my room and cried myself to sleep. The next morning my parents were back and neither of them even bothered to ask about my prom.

  Two days later Carlton called and asked me to go to a movie with him. I turned him down flat.

  "Did I do something to upset you?" he asked. "Cindy, you're beautiful," he said. "I want you to be my girl." I hung up the phone on him.

  "Asshole," I spat.

  "I thought you liked him," said Mindy. "You went to your prom with him. I kind of saw the two of you maybe even getting married, or at least dating for a long time."

  "Why, so you could fuck him after all of my dates," I hissed.

  "Cindy, I only did it for you," she whined. "You're kind of naïve about guys. He just wasn't right for you. He was only looking for one thing."

  "Yeah, he wanted a fat whore who let's anybody fuck her," I said. "And he found one."

  That started a pattern between my sister and I. Over that summer, I started my search for true love. I wanted what my parents had. My sister, on the other hand, couldn't get dates of her own, so she wanted what I had. And she often got it. Many times it got to the point where I just had my dates meet me some place instead of bringing them to the house.

  At the end of the summer, I went away to college. Over the years, I continued to date and to explore my own sexuality. I never really settled down. Not because I didn't have the offers, but because I simply couldn't find what I wanted. I needed a man who made my heart flutter. I needed a man who loved me as much as I loved him. I needed a guy who'd be true to me no matter what. I'd had too many guys who claimed they loved me and would do anything for me, who'd fallen to temptation too easily.

  My relationship with my sister was, of course, never the same. My parents, true to form blamed me. "You have to understand it from her side," said my dad. "Our society doesn't look at the person inside. All they look at is the body and the face. You were given a gift. Your sister isn't so lucky. She has to sometimes do things that you don't. Doesn't she have a right to find someone too?"

  "Dad, she doesn't have a right to try to steal my boyfriends," I said. That was all I ever said on the subject. I knew that I was preaching to the choir. Nothing I said against Mindy would ever register. The only thing I'd do was to make my parents think even more that Mindy needed love and attention and that I was just cold and unfeeling.

  Mindy had dropped out of college in her first year. She ended up working for the library in our town. After my four years of college, I came home to make my fortune and settled into a nice job at an engineering firm in town. Mindy was a full-fledged librarian. She could never be the head librarian or even the manager because she didn't have a college degree but at least she was working enough to partially support herself.

  After I moved into a nice apartment of my own, things began to get worse. Within a month of living on my own, Mindy got the brilliant idea that the two of us should live together. Sisters on our own, she called it.

  My mom and dad were all for it and began talking up the benefits of the idea that very same evening. The train went off the rails, when I said in a very small voice, "No." Everyone turned and looked at me as if I'd shit into the gravy at Thanksgiving dinner.

  "It's time for me to be on my own," I said. "And I'm doing fine. I'm paying all of my bills and I'm managing to save some money too. I'll probably be able to take a few nice vacations every year and see some things. This is something I need to experience." That was my politically correct way of saying I didn't want to live with Mindy.

  Of course, when Mindy's face fell and she started crying, I was under attack. "That is so selfish of you," said my mother.

  "Just because you got that fancy job, it doesn't mean you should turn your back on your family," said my dad. "Don't forget you owe us, Missy. Who was it that paid for you to go to college?"

  "Dad," I said calmly. "I got a partial scholarship due to cheerleading and academics. That paid for a lot of my tuition and expenses. I got a student loan for the rest. So the Federal government paid for me to go to school. You, as usual, have me confused with Mindy. You paid for her first year of school even though she didn't go to class regularly."