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Gate 69

By: LatinoSexKitten



'Ooooh yes you dirty dirty boy, mmmm go on lick me out, just lick it all up'. Angela felt her pussy burning with desire. It just felt so good and naughty. She smiled weakly and licked her lips. The anticipation could have sent her off the edge, but she waited knowing she'd feel that big juicy dick working away at her soaking pussy...any minute now...

And then she awoke with a start, realising she had once again fallen into another hot, erotic dream in her office at work. Corporate law is as boring as it gets, but working in a stuffy office and trying to get her head around some tricky loop holes a client had brought to her attention was just too much for her to handle. And so she had nodded off and her mind wondered back to the delicious window cleaner she had fantasised about for weeks and all the naughty things they could do together, if only she were at home and not here in work. 

Angela let out a huge sigh, and checked the clock. In just 3 hours time she would be boarding a plane that would take her directly to London for yet another business meeting. She'd be gone all weekend and was not happy. Nothing ever remotely exciting happened on these boring trips. She'd meet numerous lawyers and solicitors of course, but they were all the same...balding, fat, middle-aged men with glasses and it made her feel sick. If only she could be at home this weekend and keep a watchful eye out for Mr Dick (she had decided to nickname the window cleaner this after catching a glance of a huge bulge in his crotch one day a few weeks ago).

She slammed her books shut and decided it was no use, she could no longer concentrate. She picked up her phone and rang for a taxi to pick her up and take her to the airport. She packed her belongings away, picked up her jacket and stood up. It was then she felt it, her wet pussy had soaked her panties...she smirked to herself and walked straight to the toilet. Locked safely in a cubicle she took one long slender finger and gave her wet pussy a good rub. Lifting this finger to her mouth she licked off her juices. "Damn I taste good" she thought. With that she pulled off her panties from under her skirt, stuffed them in her bag and left the cubicle.

Staring at herself in the mirror, Angela smiled. At 30 she looked damn good. She had long blonde, tousled hair, heavily lidded dark eyes and a beautiful smile that could melt hearts. Her body was doing good too...a nice tight ass and nice hard round tits...at 34FF she was packing big juicy ones. She liked to keep her pussy trimmed and covered her body with soft, coconut butter everyday. She was like glad she chose the outfit she was wearing too because it accentuated all her best bits. A tight red blouse that pulled at her tits, revealing her perky nipples and a tight pencil skirt that shaped nicely round her sexy bum. Perhaps a little naughty, she had opted for her thigh high, tight black leather boots...her lean long legs looking fabulous in them. She looked great. 

"Right, time to catch my flight" she thought and hurried out the toilet at once. 45 minutes later she was checking in for her flight, pleased that the company pays for her to fly first class. She went to the bar and had a quick glass of red wine, fully aware that every male in the vicinity was checking out her gorgeous ass and juicy tits. She checked her watch and knew it was time to board. "Damn I'm horny" she mused as she made her way to Gate 69. 

Once she was safely boarded and sat comfortably in her reclining seat, she was pleasantly surprised to see some eye candy seated on the chair next to her. He looked in his mid 20's, with brown floppy hair and striking blue eyes. He had thick muscles and from what she could tell he must have been about 6ft. He wore tight jeans and a tight black shirt showing off his rippling muscular arms. He glanced over, nodded and gave her a dazzling smile. Her pussy got very wet. 

About 3 hours into the flight the lights went off and the windows shut, to allow passengers to sleep. Angela's eyes slowly shut and she began to fall into a light dose. But then she awoke with a start by a feeling so extraordinary she could have screamed out loud. Her skirt was rolled up and a skilled tongue was working at her soaking wet pussy. She glanced down and saw a head of floppy brown hair pushed against her pussy. It was her eye candy, giving her a good lick out down below. She smiled and let out a husky moan, just quiet enough for his ears to hear. He moved his tongue up and down, lapping up all her juices. He began to flick her clit...and...ooooh...it felt so good. She wriggled slightly in her chair, biting her lip and closing her eyes. It was just what she needed. She held his head and shoved it deeper in her pussy, moaning as he sucked her clit.

And then he stopped and looked up at her, smiling. He stood up and leaned over her, kissing her deeply. She could taste her own sweet juices, his tongue prodding further in her mouth, exploring each and every inch. He took the seat next to her and said he was 'Nathan'. Angela exchanged her name and noticed a huge bulge in his tight jeans. She glanced around to see the area was deserted and leaned over his trousers unzipping them and pulling out his huge, thick dick. At 9 inches long, she couldn't wait to play with it. 

Angela ducked down and used her tongue to lick his hard dick up and down, getting it nice and juicy and wet. He lolled his head back and shut his eyes, clearly enjoying the experience. She popped the head in her mouth and sucked hard. Nathan moaned a deep growl. She took slow, long sucks, whilst still swirling her tongue over his cock head...she took more and more in each time sucking harder, so he was moaning louder. She tickled his balls, squeezing them. He thrust his pelvis up and down, up and down meeting each suck. He grabbed her hair and shoved her face deeper, harder onto his cock...ooooh yeah...it felt so good. He felt the pulsations in his dick, and knew he was about to blow and oooohhhhhh yessssssss.....mmmmmm he growled and moaned while he came hard, stroking her fabulous hair. She looked up at him, with her big, dark sexy eyes, having just swallowed every bit of his thick, creamy hot cum. 'Enjoy that?' she asked and he licked his lips in response.

Glancing around, Angela had an idea. She stood up, straightened her skirt and smiled at Nathan. 'Meet me in the toilet in 5 minutes' and with that she dashed off to the back of the first class seating zone. Glancing in the mirror she saw a little speck of cum around her mouth, smirking she wiped it off with her finger and swallowed it, savouring the taste. Her heart beat faster and faster...would they get away with it?

After what seemed like forever, the door clicked open and Nathan stepped inside. They stared at each other for two brief moments before Nathan grabbed Angela and forced his tongue into her mouth. They stood there, heavily breathing and so close together that Angela's large juicy tits pressed hard against Nathan's rigid chest. Nathan ran his hands through her hair, licking her mouth wet. He moved to her ear and nibbled it, while Angela moved her hands to his dick, which was hardening once again at a tremendous speed, while she rubbed it up and down through his jeans.

Quickly, and without hesitation, Nathan unbuttoned Angela's blouse while kissing her neck. He revealed her beautiful perky tits covered in a red lacy bra. He squeezed both tits before removing the bra and ducked, sucking on her hard nipples. Meanwhile, as Angela enjoyed the wonderful sensations from her breasts, she unzipped Nathan's jeans once again, removed them and pulled down his boxers...his hard, huge dick erect and ready for all to see. Nathan removed Angela's skirt and pulled his shirt off...they both stood there naked, squashed tightly in the small, hot toilet, breathing heavily and anticipating the next move. Nathan kissed Angela hastily again, slammed the toilet seat down and took a seat on it, his hard dick standing upright, ready for action. He took Angela's hand and pulled her towards him, stroking her breasts and licking his lips. She stared at him, almost in awe as she considered her next move...was she really about to have sex in plane toilet with a complete stranger? ''Hell Yeah!" she thought.

Breathing heavy she moved closer, Nathan lifted her up and sat her on his knee, licking her tits once more. He directed his dick towards her pussy entrance and gently rubbed his cock head against her clit...she moaned loudly. He then slid her soaking wet pussy over his dick and waited a moment to allow her to grow accustomed to his size. She breathed heavily, moaning, shoving her pelvis against his dick...he knew she was ready. He heaved up and down slowly at first, while Angela moved with him meeting each heavy thrust. And then he built up the pace, placed his hands on her tight hot ass, with her hands around his neck and went in and out, faster and faster...they began to moan together. Nathan growled into Angela's ear... 'Ooohhhh yeeeaarrrrhhh, Nathan...oooohhhh mmmmm faster...harder you dirty bastard...moreeee. Give it to me, harder, harder!'. This turned him on even more. He went faster and gave it to her harder. The toilet seat banging...the room getting sweatier and hotter...and the idea that those other passengers and crew outside might hear them just turned this horny pair of fuckers on even more.

'Gggggrrrrrr....mmmmmm....ooooh yeah you dirty bitch, you like it hard don't you? You like it when I pound your fuckin pussy like this. You're a dirty horny slut, aren't you?' he slapped her hot ass. And Angela moaned more as Nathan continued his delicious fucking of her pussy. She could feel the tension and tingling building up inside her pussy and he too could feel his penis about to spill its load. 'Nathan, I'm going to cum' she moaned. 

'Cum for me baby' he growled into her ear and at the same time, moments laterthey both came together, as Nathan threw in one last upwards thrust. 'OOOOOHHH YEAHHHH FUUUUUCK MEEEEEE' Angela screamed throwing her head back in ecstasy, while Nathan moaned so loudly, squeezing her tits because it felt soooo gooood. He pounded her hard, feeling his juices and hers mix, hearts beating fast...each wave of pleasure bringing out more and more moans and screams of pleasure and joy. Slowly they came back to earth, breathing heavily; Angela lay her head on Nathans shoulder as he removed his dick from her soaking pussy. He glanced down and saw his dick covered in her juices.

Quickly, after cleaning themselves up, they re-dressed and hurried out of the toilet together...two air hostesses stood outside with shocked and flushed faces written across their faces, but they said nothing. Angela took her seat and Nathan took his original one, both preparing for the impending landing. Angela could feel her pussy still tingling from one of the best shags she'd had for a long time. She looked out of her window and smiled to herself. 'Perhaps I'll travel from Gate 69 more often' she mused.

Gate Crasher



I'd arranged a little barbecue. The main invitees were the guys from the local football team. We'd had quite a decent season (for us) and were feeling smugly pleased with ourselves. We may not be going to set the world alight on the playing field but we'd had fun, and that was the main idea.

Now I didn't really expect many wives or girlfriends to rock up, and those that did were pretty certain to be designated drivers. I'm not saying that the barbecue was just a fancy name for having a booze up, but I did expect the booze to flow quite freely. I might even have one or two drinks myself.

All in all, things went quite well. We were enjoying ourselves, recalling the glories and stuff-ups of the past season and daydreaming about future seasons. The guys and the keg had effectively taken over the back yard and the wives and girlfriends had taken over the kitchen. Every so often they sent out some food. I think this was designed to keep us all in the backyard and not bothering them.

Potential trouble arose, however, when Darlene came over. Darlene is the girl next door. Literally. She lives in the house next to mine. She's around eighteen, nineteen, something like that. Quite pretty, although she'll never be a filmstar or super model. She's always struck me as reasonably intelligent but possibly a little naïve in some instances. 

My personal opinion was that I wouldn't kick her out of my bed if I happened to find her there one day. As to her sex life and boyfriends, I wouldn't have a clue. Some people you hear rumours about, but I've never heard anyone running Darlene down. Just your nice average young woman.

It was getting a bit late and the boys were a bit noisy. Darlene just came over to ask if we could turn it down a little. We did, but just a little. 

Darlene didn't bother going home. Initially she stayed in the kitchen with the wives and girlfriends but, not being a designated driver, she saw no reason why she shouldn't have a drink. Like I said, a little naïve at times. 

Darlene wandered out into the yard and demanded someone get her a drink. Sipping on it, she wandered around the yard, chatting and flirting with the guys. It wasn't all that long and she had a small set of wolves circling her, anticipating fresh meat.

Now wandering around sipping a drink, chatting and flirting with the guys, is quite reasonable when you're at the pub. There are lots of people there, plenty of strangers, a fair mix of both sexes and, on a busy night, bouncers. Nothing is going to happen to you in a pub.

In a private backyard, surrounded by only men, things could easily be different. Especially knowing the morals of some of those guys, even if they hadn't been drinking.

I cut Darlene out of the herd and sheep-dogged her into the house. She was still on her first drink, so she wasn't tipsy. Just a bit puzzled as to why I had chased her inside.

"Darlene, sweetheart," I said, "I don't know how you like your sex but I would assume at your age you'd probably prefer it to be one on one, consenting and private. The way you were acting out there you were about to find out what it's like to have sex one to many, unconsenting and rather public.

Half the guys out there are sporting erections and looking towards you to service them. And some of them won't be too choosy about asking permission before pulling down your panties."

Darlene flushed and looked furious. Just what was I accusing her of? She hadn't been leading anyone on. There hadn't been the least suggestion that she might want to have sex with anyone. I was being horribly unfair.

"I didn't say you might want to have sex with any of the boys," I pointed out. "I was saying that your permission just might have been irrelevant, and once one of them stuck a cock in you, others would surely follow. Now while it's very nice to have you here, I think it's time you went home.

Unless, of course, you rather fancy a nice gang-bang?"

From the look that implied I was a degenerate and unspeakable swine, I gathered that she didn't. She stormed off towards the door, apparently hearing her bed calling her home.

I walked along beside her. She stopped and glared at me.

"There's no need for you to see me off," she snapped. "I know my way home."

"And I know that a couple of those idiots are probably lurking in the front garden, waiting to give you a good night kiss. I'll escort you."

"Even if there was someone waiting to give me a goodnight kiss it's no business of yours. I'll kiss anyone I want to," she protested, all fired up at the idea of needing a watch dog.

"Um, I think you'll find that it's not these lips they want to kiss," I told her, touching her lips lightly.

My, she had a nice blush. She didn't say another word. Just turned and walked haughtily out the door, ignoring the crude peon who walked next to her.

Walking down the path to my front gate I could hear movement in the bushes. A couple of the idiots were there, ready to chance their arms. Darlene also heard the noise and nervously moved a little closer to me.

Darlene unlocked her door and entered. Before she could turn to say goodnight and close the door, I'd followed her in, closing the door behind me.

I'm not blind where women are concerned. I can tell what they're wearing or not wearing. Especially if the things they're wearing are flimsy blouses and the things they're not wearing are bras. Darlene's blouse was not see through, but it didn't need to be to show her nipples were pointing and aroused. 

Darlene may not have consciously known it, but flirting with the boys had left her excited, and the scenarios I'd been hinting at had also been working on her. I thought I might just give her a little scare to drive the point home.

Darlene was just opening her mouth to ask why I'd come in when I took hold of her blouse and jerked the two sides in opposite directions. Her mouth stayed open as buttons popped and the blouse fell open, revealing two very nice breasts.

I reached out and pressed a nipple, gently rolling it under my thumb.

"When you're with a group of men and you're not wearing a bra it is very much evident when your nipples are erect. Every man out there was thinking of doing what I just did and it only takes one drink too many and some idiot would do it."

Darlene was looking somewhat stunned, her eyes dropping down to where my thumb was gently molesting her. Oddly enough she didn't step back or knock my hand away. She just stood there watching.

Touching Darlene's nipple was all I'd intended doing, but as she just stood there I found myself reaching down and up under her skirt, my hand neatly cupping her mound. I could feel the heat radiating from her and her panties were moist. It seems she was a lot more excited than I had thought.

Now I found myself in a quandary. What should I do? Darlene was just staring at me like a rabbit pinned by the headlights. This would take some careful consideration. While I thought it over, I slowly undressed her.

Once Darlene was naked I leaned back a little and considered her. She really was a pretty and very nubile young woman.

"I'm not sure what to do right now," I told her. "Do I now give you a smack on the bottom and send you off to bed or do I pick you up and take you to bed?"

Darlene didn't say anything, which was not terribly helpful. She just stood there, blushing, not even trying to cover herself. I knew she was excited, but having my cock advance on her might turn excitement into shock and terror.

The only way to find out was to show her what was coming. As you may have guessed, I had a raging erection by this stage. I unzipped and let it out.

Darlene glanced down at it, blushed deeper and looked away. 

"Darlene," I asked, suddenly curious, "are you a virgin?"

That finally got a reaction. She actually looked indignant while denying that she was still a virgin.

"In that case you damn well know what an erection is and what I want to do with it."

"Yes."

Yes? What sort of answer is yes? It tells me nothing.

"Do you mean yes, you know what I want to do, or yes, do it?"

Darlene swallowed looked me in the eye, looked at my erection and then back to my face.

"Yes, do it," she snapped.

I stripped, watching Darlene the entire time. She just stood there, watching me, breathing hard. When I was naked I reached out and jerked her towards me, holding her plastered against my body, my erection hard against her tummy.

Hands on her bottom I lifted her, letting her feel my cock sliding against her as I dragged her up. I lifted her until I could reach her lips easily and then kissed her hard, tongues entwining.

Again I lifted until her breasts were pressing against my face, and again I kissed her, sharing my kisses between her breasts while sucking on her nipples. I bit gently at her nipples, not so gently against her breasts, knowing I'd be leaving bruises.

Lowering her again, and Darlene's eyes were wide open as she stared at me, knowing what I was about to do to her. My erection was between her legs and she could feel it against her inner thighs. Her pussy felt it next as I lowered her onto it. Darlene seemed to catch her breath and hold it, then my erection was pushing up into her.

Darlene threw her arms around my neck and her legs lifted and wrapped around my waist. Her head came down and she nipped me on the neck. She wasn't the only one who'd be sporting bruises tomorrow. 

Even though I was only half in her, I moved my hands to her back, supporting her as she clutched hold of me. I could feel myself wedged tightly in her passage. She was hot and wet and ready for me, pushing herself down against me even as I pushed up into her.

One last push and Darlene gave a little squeak of satisfaction as she nestled against me.

"Where's the bedroom?" I growled and she let go with one arm long enough to point.

I moved down to the indicated room, pushed open the door and entered, wearing Darlene like a limpet. I moved over to the bed and fell forward onto it, Darlene squealing as she hit the bed, I landed on her and my cock gave her a good jolt.

Now I know that when you take a woman it's supposed to be a mutual thing. You work yourself up to a climax and by timing it carefully you also work her up to a climax at the same time. Like I said, a mutual thing.

And when I started on Darlene I didn't give a stuff. She was wrapped around my cock and it felt good. Her breasts were soft and squashable and I squashed them, mauling them, teasing those little hard nubs of nipples while I plied my cock with great enthusiasm.

And Darlene reacted. She was squealing and bouncing beneath me, pushing up hard to meet me as I plunged into her. She writhed under me, shrieking when I bit into her soft mounds and grated my teeth across her nipples, but at no stage did she stop pressing up to meet me.

I was in command, ravishing her body, rejoicing in my dominance of her, while Darlene squealed and opened herself, yielding her body to my control.

I kept driving in, seeking my own fulfilment, determined to demonstrate that I was her master. She readily accepted me on those terms, probably knowing in the long run the woman always triumphs.

I took her harder and harder, driving in deep and often and Darlene took everything I offered and asked for more. She got it.

First and foremost in my mind was my desperate search for my climax. My cock was on fire from the friction within Darlene's passage and my testicles felt as though they were swelling to bursting point. I took her even harder, driving forcefully home, feeling the surge building within me.

Darlene was lucky. I climaxed and she followed suit in very short order. It wasn't something I'd been trying to do. I'd really been acting as a totally self-absorbed jerk while I took her, my only aim being to pleasure myself with her body, not that I was going to admit that. 

Darlene screamed and collapsed under me, shuddering as I emptied myself into her. I collapsed on her, crushing her under me and gasping.

The woman always triumphs. I recovered from my climax before she recovered from hers, but at the end of the day I was totally drained and Darlene was glowing, quite capable of starting all over again. It just wouldn't be with me.

She snuggled up against me and I held her, stroking her hair. Slowly she seemed to relax, and then she slept. I slid out of the bed, found my clothes and dressed. Gathering up hers, I placed them next to her bed. 

Home again, at the barbecue, I took a drink. I needed one. What did I say to Darlene the next time I met her and how should I act? I suppose it all depends on where we meet. It might be a case of smile politely and say hullo. There again, it might also be in a place where I could push her to the ground, rip off her panties and ravish her. I'd just have to wait.



Gate Crashers



It had seemed like a standard traffic accident at first, just a regular fender bender. Then one of the women in the red car had started mouthing off at one of the men in the car she'd hit. He'd given her a serve in reply and her companion had chipped in.

Angie and Carla had watched with amusement. They were about to move on when the police car pulled up. A born rubber-necker, Carla had insisted on staying to watch. She'd been particularly interested when the cops had breathalysed both drivers. The male driver been given the all clear, but the redhead driver copped a ticket. 

Apparently the redhead had had more than one too many. She abused the cop and finished up slugging him. The final result was the cops helped the two young ladies into the police car and departed with them.

Carla turned to Angie.

"How would you like to go along to a party?" she asked.

"Love to, but what party?"

"I'm not exactly sure, but I do know the address and I know the magic words that will get us in," said Carla, smiling broadly.

Angie gave her a suspicious look.

"Give," she flatly stated.

"You saw those two women the cops just pinched. They'll be tied up at the cop-shop for ages. Notice how they were dolled up for a party?"

"So?"

"I was sitting behind them in Gloria Jeans while they were talking. A friend of theirs was getting them to go to a party because she couldn't make it. I remember the address. All we have to do is rock up and say Sandra sent us, and we're in."

"What sort of party is it?" asked Angie.

"Don't know," admitted Carla, "but does it matter? If we don't like it we can leave. Are you game?" 

Angie considered the matter. On one hand there was a party that they could always leave. On the other hand, nothing interesting. She shrugged. 

"Why not?"

Carla looked up the address in her street directory and the girls were quickly on their way, eventually arriving at a large, well lit place.

"Bit above the normal sort of place we party at," observed Angie.

"True, but people are people, no matter what. We're both nicely dressed. We'll fit right in. Let's go."

"Good evening," said Carla, smiling, when the door was answered. "I'm Carla and this is Angie. Sandra asked us to come along as she can't make it." 

The man nodded.

"She warned us that she might have to have someone fill in," he said, "but I was expecting someone slightly older. No offence, but I trust the two of you do have proof of age?"

"No offence taken. It's always nice when someone knocks a few years off our age," purred Carla. "Yes, we both have id."

After checking the id the man nodded. 

"Okay. Come through this way."

He led them through the house and into an extensive yard. More a well landscaped park than a yard, thought Angie, looking around.

"If you care to wait here," they were told, "things will begin shortly. Actually, if you wait outside that window over there you can hear the gentlemen being given their instructions. Then you'll know exactly when they're coming out."

Watching the man return inside, Carla and Angie looked at each other. Carla shrugged.

"Let's go listen," she said.

The girls crossed over to the window. It was slightly open and they could hear a low buzz of voices. There appeared to be half a dozen men in the room. They'd only been waiting a minute when there was a tapping sound and the voices died away.

"All right, gentlemen," a voice announced. "Sandra had sent a couple of nice young ladies over so the competition can begin. Tonight we are having a rape night. The first man to catch one of the girls has her, but only the first man. To lend some realism to this, the girls have been promised a large bonus if they can make it through to midnight without getting caught and screwed.

The bonus is big enough that the girls will do whatever it takes to keep their panties on. We're giving the girls ten minutes to make themselves scarce, and after that, good hunting."

"Carla, we've got to get out of here," said Angie.

"You're fucking telling me," gasped Carla. "Come on."

The two girls dashed along the side of the house to find a tall gate. Locked. One look was enough to tell them that their chances of climbing it were slim. Back to the other side of the house, where they found a similar situation.

"Why don't we knock on the door and explain?" wailed Angie.

"And what if whoever answers the door is taking part and promptly jumps one of us?" replied Carla. "Let's see if there's a back way out. Maybe we can climb the fence."

The yard, they found was very large. It took them several minutes to find their way through to the back fence. One look and their hearts sank.

"Who the hell puts barbed wire on their fences?" asked Carla with some bitterness. "Totally uncalled for."

The sound of a banging door and male laughter came floating through the air. 

"Carla, what do we do?" hissed Angie, keeping her voice low. "If they catch us they're not going to believe we're not the women they think. They think we're prostitutes."

"Hide," snapped Carla. "It's out only chance. We can't hope to avoid them by just running and dodging. Pick a spot and stay hidden."

The girls split up, heading for different bushes to hide in. Carla, in a fit of ingenuity, chose a small shrub standing in a patch of lawn. Lying down, she curled up in a ball around the trunk, the shadows effectively hiding her from sight. She would, she thought, be safe. The bush looked too small for anyone to hide behind.

Angie, meanwhile, squeezed between two larger bushes and crouched down. Hopefully no-one would see her there.

Footsteps passed close to the two girls, and they could see the flash of torches. That was cheating, in Angie's opinion, but then again, no-one had asked her.

From where she crouched, Angie could see Carla's little bush. Several times men passed close to it, a couple of them running their torches over it without seeing Carla. A case, Angie thought, of not seeing her because they didn't expect her to hide under such a small bush.

After a while the search drifted away to other parts of the grounds, with much grumbling from some of the men, who had apparently expected an easy catch.

Even knowing where Carla was, Angie couldn't spot her. She gave a sigh of relief. It looked as though they might just get away clean.

He'd been standing there quietly, torch off, listening. He was fairly certain that the paler patch between the bushes was one of the girls, but he'd waited for a little privacy before acting. Now, hearing the faint sigh, he smiled and moved forward.

The first indication that Angie had that she was not alone was when a hand closed over her mouth and she was pulled out of the bushes. 

"I suggest you don't scream," said a quiet voice. "You don't really want the rest of the men coming to watch, now do you?"

Well, no, she didn't, but she didn't want this man, either.

"Listen," she said, as soon as she was able to speak. "There's been a mistake. The girls Sandra was sending got into the trouble with the police and we just took their places. We didn't know what sort of games went on here."

There was a snort of cynical laughter. 

"You just happened to see some girls get arrested, knew they were going to a party and decided to take their places?"

"Yes," gasped Angie. "Honest. Carla just happened to know the details. We thought it'd be fun."

"The bonus can't be that large if that's the best you can come up with," came the dry comment.

With that, Angie felt her dress being pulled up. She started struggling, finding the man far too strong. He ruthlessly stripped off her dress, tossing it to the side.

"You want to take the rest off?" he asked.

Choosing to try and run, Angie turned and bolted, getting about one step before a hand latched onto her arm.

"Prefer me to do it, I guess," came a laughing remark, and Angie found herself firmly held while bra and panties were removed and she was pushed down onto the grass.

Angie was appalled at the ease with which the man was handling her. Her struggles were just completely ignored. He casually caught her wrists and held them in one hand while he stroked her breasts. When he relaxed his hold on her for a moment, it was only for the purpose of undoing and dropping his trousers. 

She would not let him just take her, decided Angie. Several boys had found she just wouldn't open her legs. He'd just be another one. Her resolve took a nasty hit when he slipped his foot between her ankles and gently moved her legs apart. Why was she feeling so weak and helpless? She should be able to keep her legs together, damn it. Not so, it appeared. He eased her legs further apart, and she weakly let him. 

Then he was leaning over her, slowly lowering himself onto her. She felt his erection pressing against her, then it was sliding smoothly into her while she cursed herself for not fighting.

This was rape, damn it. She'd just lie there and let him see what fun he could get from a wooden lump. She groaned when she felt herself pushing up to meet him. Didn't she have any self-respect? How could she cooperate while he raped her in this fashion?

Quite easily, it turned out.

Her new friend started driving into her hard and fast. He moved smoothly and Angie found herself moving with him as though they'd done this a thousand times before. Perhaps he had; the stray thought crossed Angie's mind. At least, if she had to be raped, she was being taken by someone who knew what he was doing.

Angie gasped, her body happily meeting the strange cock that now had control of her. He pushed into her, sending exciting vibrations racing through her. He hammered her, going on and on, taking her, pumping her, having his fun from her. And Angie went with him, pushing eagerly up to meet him as he repeatedly demonstrated his mastery of her body.

The entire time, a little corner of Angie's mind was wailing, this is so unfair. He shouldn't be able to treat me like this. It's just not right.

Right or wrong, Angie was being comprehensively ravished. Hands mauled her breasts, matching the beat from below. Lips roughly kissed her, sucking on her neck. She was going to have marks there the next day, she just knew it. 

He was moving faster now. Angie could feel her heart beating faster, trying to keep up with the rhythm being forced upon her. Her blood was running hot and she was taking shuddering breaths. Rational thought had deserted her, leaving her at the mercy of her instincts and her instincts were all screaming yes, ride him.

Her climax when it came was not a surprise, but an immense relief. She'd have died if he'd finished without seeing her through. As it was, it only felt as though she'd died.

"What now?" she asked when she had finally gathered here wits.

"Now we go inside and wait until your friend gets caught or midnight comes," she was told. "If she's good, we have a couple of hours to wait."

The time passed interminably slowly. Eventually Angie was roused from where she'd been sitting, just nodding off. 

"It looks like your friend was lucky or skilled," she was told. "No-one has found her. Do you know where she is?"

Angie nodded.

"Then why don't we go out there and break the happy news. She's scores her bonus."

Relieved on Carla's behalf, Angie returned to the yard. 

"Ah, where were we when you caught me?" she asked.

"This way," she was told and Angie shortly found herself by a pair of familiar looking bushes.

"Over under that small bush," she said, pointing. "You can come out now, Carla. It's gone midnight."

There was a muffled groan, and Carla writhed out from under the bush. A few more groans and she was in an upright position, rubbing cramped muscles.

"I saw you get caught, Angie," she muttered. "I'm sorry. It was all my fault."

Angie shrugged.

"These things happen. I just want to get out of here."

Turning to her escort, Angie asked if he could show them out.

"Well, I would," he said, "but it appears that I've made a slight mistake with the time. It's still fifteen minutes to midnight. Hullo, Carla. I'm very pleased to meet you." 



Gate to the Neighbor Lady



Author's note: Despite being told in the first person, this is entirely a work of fiction.

I'd gotten a promotion to a position in another city. A real estate friend of mine found a nice house in the suburbs of the new city. The old house was in a prime location, close to schools, stores, and jobs, so it sold fairly quickly. My wife, Cindy, and I packed up the house and her two kids into to U-Hauls and made the move.

Cindy was my high school sweetheart, but we drifted apart when we both went to different colleges after graduation. I met someone else, got married, moved to another state. She ended up with my best friend, got married, had a couple of kids. Both of our marriages crashed and burned, and we ran into each other at our 10 year reunion. 

Drinks that night led to dinner the next, then her spending the night in my motel room. Six months of calling and writing each other after I went home, then I proposed. Her and her kids moved to be with me, and Cindy and I had a quick wedding in Vegas. That was two years ago. Now, our marriage was rocky already. The dreams and anticipation of being married to each other didn't match up with reality.

The main problem was her kids. I understood from the start that I was going to be a step-father and accepted the role. It was a hell of an adjustment to go from being by myself and carefree to having kids, but I managed. However, it sucked the romance right out of our marriage.

It's every mother's right to dote on her children, but she took it to extremes. Nothing happened without it involving the kids. If we went out, she refused to leave the kids with a babysitter and insisted that they come along with us. Even when we got married, she brought the kids with us to Vegas even though her parents offered to watch them while we were gone. It's hard to have a honeymoon with two kids in the other bed in the hotel room. 

It didn't help that her oldest, Adam was a spoiled little seven year old shit. Glenn, my best friend from high school and Cindy's ex-husband, doted on him and spoiled him rotten. When he misbehaved, I wasn't allowed to punish him because Cindy thought it would be "mean" and was afraid that Adam would want to go live with Glenn if I did. Luckily Melinda, her daughter, was a sweet little thing. She had only been 4 when Cindy and Glenn divorced, so Glenn didn't have much chance to spoil her. Her and I got along well.

That was the situation when we rolled up the driveway to the new house. I'd known my real estate agent for years and trusted her judgment, so we'd only seen pictures of the house. She did well, and the house was just about perfect. We all explored it and Adam tried to claim the master bedroom as his, throwing a temper tantrum when I laughed and told him "no".

We'd arrived in late afternoon, so we quickly unpacked the essentials: beds and kitchen. Dinner was fast food, and Cindy found a store nearby for essentials like milk and bread. 

The next morning, we unloaded in earnest. Adam kept wandering off and I glared at Cindy to get him under control. He was bored with unpacking and made it plain that he didn't think he was supposed to pitch in. When I finally forced him to help, he grabbed a box marked "FRAGILE" and picked it up.

"Be careful with that," I warned him. It contained a lot of Cindy's and my personal mementos. Quite a bit of it was glass. He glanced around to make sure that Cindy wasn't around, stuck his tongue out at me, then deliberately dropped the box off the U-Haul and onto the ground. The crunching sound of glass was sickening, and my heart dropped to my stomach.

I beat that boy's ass. He was screaming and crying when Cindy walked out of the house. That set up a huge argument between us. She refused to believe that he'd done it on purpose, and I refused to apologize to the little fuck when she demanded I do so. 

Cindy took Adam into the house, and I continued unpacking. Some of it was stuff we didn't need any time soon, so I loaded a bunch of boxes on a dolly and carted it around to a large wooden shed that was in the huge back yard.  I didn't want to go into the house any time soon. Seeing Cindy comfort the little monster was more than I could stomach.

I was backing out of the shed when I heard a voice behind me. I turned around and saw that there was a gate in the privacy fence between the back yards. A heavyset Hispanic woman stood in the open gate. If I had to guess her age, I'd say it was mid-50's.

"Hello, neighbor," she said cheerfully. "I'm Veronica Gonzales. My husband and I live next door."

I introduced myself, mentioning Cindy and the kids. We talked for a few minutes, and she told me about the previous owner.

"Such a shame," she said. "Mr. Heller was such a nice young man. He and his wife were killed in a car accident a year or so ago. He and I used to have such long talks out here by the shed."

I knew why they had such long talks...she was a talker. Every time I started to leave, she'd start a new branch of the conversation. I found out that they'd lived there since the subdivision had opened, they had no kids, and that her husband was a grumpy old man that didn't like people. 

She deftly pried our story out of me and at some point in the conversation, I brought up my issues with Cindy. She commiserated with me, her hand patting my shoulder and stroking my arm. I thought "Now why did I tell her that?" 

I finally managed to get back to unpacking. Cindy was sullen and refused to talk to me. Dinner was a horrid affair, and when we went to bed she rolled herself up in the sheets, turned on her side away from me, and ignored me when I reached out and touched her. 

"Great," I thought, "there goes any hope of sex." Sex usually dried up at the slightest of my infractions, and was a long time returning.

We finished unpacking the next day, and got the house in order. I didn't go into the back yard at all, so I didn't see Veronica.

The third day, Cindy left with the kids to register them in school. I was puttering around the house, putting up pictures and other decorations. I remembered that I had put the box that Adam had dropped in the shed, and decided to finally open it and see what the damages were. I was so heart-broken over the possibility of losing all those prized items and didn't want to look inside before.

As I came out of the shed, carrying the box, Veronica was standing in the gate again. 

"Good morning!" she said, brightly.

"Hi, Veronica," I said, setting the box down and closing the shed door. I knew it was going to be a long conversation.

"How is everyone?" she asked.

I told her that everyone was fine, and that Cindy and the kids were out getting registered for school and buying school supplies. Her eyes seemed to brighten at that.

"All done with the unpacking?" She asked.

"Mostly," I said. "It's livable, but it'll be a while before it's done."

"Do you mind if I come in and look around? I'd like to see what you've done with the place. Mrs. Heller was a wonderful decorator and I'm curious how you did things differently than her."

I shrugged. "Sure, come on in." I picked up the box and led her into the house. I showed her around the kitchen, living room, and Melinda's bedroom. Adam's room was trashed, as usual, so I skipped it.

She ooh'd and ahh'd at the house, which was a bit strange since there was nothing spectacular about what we'd done. Every time she pointed out something she liked, she would reach over and stroke my arm. 

We stood in the hallway outside of Melinda's room. I was ready to end the tour and check the damages in the box, but she had other ideas.

"Would you mind terribly if I took a peek in your bedroom? Mrs. Heller had painted the trim so beautifully. I'd love to do the same thing in my house but I never really got a good look at it," she said.

I knew what she meant...the trim was painted in bright colors and really made the room look distinct. There was also a floral pattern painted across the top edge that looked like it took quite a bit of time and effort. I nodded and led her into the bedroom.

Veronica looked around, examining the paint scheme closely. She made a full circuit of the bedroom, and ended back up at the door. Closing it, she remarked that Mrs. Heller never got around to painting the inside of the door.

She turned towards the bed and sighed deeply.

"Everything ok?" I asked, slightly concerned.

"Well," she said, "it's just that I was remembering Mr. Heller. He was such a nice man, and it's sad that he's gone."

Then, she leaned in close to me and said in a conspiratorial voice, "We had such NICE times together in this room. He was such a ..... vigorous young man."

Me eyes flew open at her comment. Was she suggesting that the previous owner and her had a thing going?  

Suddenly, I realized I was alone in the house with a woman that I really didn't know that well. I wasn't concerned for my safety or anything, but the possibilities began to bloom in my mind. My dick twinged, reminding me that I was under the Cindy Sex Ban, and it would be a long time before it was lifted.

She walked up next to me, and put her hand on my arm again. "Thank you for showing your bedroom to me." 

"My pleasure," I said. Neither of us made a move towards the door.

She smiled at me and said, "I do so love a man with manners and who tries to please a woman." She stepped in a little closer, and her hand slid from my arm to across my chest.

That was the decision point for me. Really, I didn't want to cheat on Cindy. I'd had opportunities galore since we'd married, and I'd passed every one by. Plus, this woman was anything but spectacular.  As I mentioned before, she was heavyset and even through her clothes I could tell she had small flabby tits resting on her prominent belly. She had to be about 20 years older than me. 

Still, as soon as she started flirting with me, her demeanor changed. For an old fat woman, she was acting very sexy. Her eyelashes batted at me, her smile was sly and knowing. By the look on her face, she already knew that we were going to get into that bed together and that we were going to have wonderful, marvelous sex.

Her hand slid down my front, resting lightly against my hardening dick. I didn't move away, didn't stop her. I suddenly wanted this fat old woman.

She put her hand behind my head and pulled my face towards hers as her hand began stroking my dick through my pants. I didn't need any encouragement and my lips almost crushed hers. Our tongues dueled as her hand continued masturbating me.

She broke the kiss, stepped back, unbuttoned her blouse, and took it off. Her shoes, pants, and panties followed.

My estimate of her body was correct. If that body had appeared in a porn flick I was watching, I'd have turned it off. That body standing right in front of me, however, was appealing as hell. Hurriedly, shucking my clothes, I stepped up to her. One hand cupped one of her floppy tits and my mouth dove on the other one.

She hissed in pleasure like it was the first time a man had teased her nipple with his tongue. Pulling my head tightly against her tit, she reached down and found my throbbing, bouncing dick. She moaned as my tongue danced across her nipple, and her hand stroked me firmly.

I truly loved playing with this woman's tits. I'm a tit guy, I'll admit...I love 'em. However, Cindy didn't like it much...she DEFINITELY didn't react to my mouth like Veronica did. Cindy would let me play for a minute or two before getting on to the "main event", as she called it.

I probably would have stayed there a lot longer playing with Veronica's tits if she hadn't pushed me back onto the bed. I sat on the bed with a thud, still reaching out for her tits.

"I want to get acquainted with it," she said almost hungrily, dropping to her knees in front of me. She pushed my legs wide apart, necessary to accommodate her girth, then leaned over and took my dick in her mouth.

Blowjobs were another Cindy no-no. She'd done it once or twice, but always made it obvious that she was doing it because I asked (begged) her to do it, not because she even remotely liked it.

Veronica, however, seemed to LOVE sucking dick. She made excited little noises in her throat as her mouth worked up and down my dick, her hand caressing my balls. I watched as she took my whole length in, and between the sight and the sensation, I almost blew a load right then and there in her mouth.

I cautioned her, telling her that it felt pretty damn fantastic and she was going to make me cum if she didn't slow down. She ignored me. I think she was enjoying having my dick in her mouth as much as I enjoyed it being there.

After a minute or two of bliss, I tried to reach down to pull her off my dick. Her sexy demeanor made me want to fuck her hard, rut between her legs like it's the last time I'd ever get laid. She batted my hand away and kept working her mouth on my dick. 

Well, if I was gonna cum, I wanted to cum hard. I laid back on the bed and grabbed her head in my hands. That must have turned her on even more, since she started sucking my dick harder and faster. Grabbing handfuls of her hair, I started fucking her mouth.

I didn't last long. Shot after shot of thick cum boiled out of my balls and into her mouth, sliding down her throat and into her stomach. She was moaning in excitement between swallows.

My dick's throbbing slowed, then stopped. As I slowly released the handfuls of hair that I held, she let my dick fall out of her mouth and starting licking all over it. My dick was super sensitive, and each time her tongue darted out, it jumped.

I'm normally good for one cum. I can face the fact that I'm approaching middle age.....35 is still middle aged, right? With Cindy, my orgasm usually signaled the end of sex for the night. Veronica, though, never let up. She purred with pleasure as she teased my cockhead with her tongue, and ran her mouth up and down my shaft. It wilted, recovered, and started growing again.

"I was afraid you were going to go soft on me," she said wickedly, then gave my cockhead a few kisses. Heaving herself up to her feet, she urged me up further on the bed, then climbed on and straddled me.

"I really need this," she said, suddenly sounding plaintive. Her hands dove under her belly, found my dick, and she slowly lowered herself onto me. Her eyes closed in rapture as her pussy slowly engulfed my dick.

God, she's wet, I thought. My dick was encased in hot, wet velvet and she began rocking back and forth. My dick slid in and out of her pussy, making her moan louder.

My hands found her ample hips and I started fucking back, matching her rhythm. She was a loud one, her moans getting stronger and stronger as she rode my cock. 

It was plain that she loved this...loved my dick deep in her pussy, loved the way it slid in and out of her wet warmth. Her weight pressed down on me, making it difficult to do much besides flex my hips to get a little deeper in her pussy. 

Her eyes shut tightly and her mouth opened. "Oh....ohhhhh.....ohhhhh.....OHhhhh....OHHHHHH!" she moaned loudly. Her pussy ground down on me and convulsed around my dick, the spasms making her fat belly and floppy tits quiver. She rode her orgasm, and looking up at her face I could see her enjoying every second of it.

She finally ground to a halt and looked down at me with an almost surprised expression on her face. Her aged face took on a look of little-girl wonder, and it made my dick throb even more.

"Roll over," I commanded. 

Too big for us to roll over together, she quickly pulled her pussy up off my dick with a little gasp.  She almost dove on the bed next to me, and I moved around between her legs. She pulled me on top of her, her legs sticking straight out next to me.

My dick sank back into her pussy. I was ready to cum again, and I wanted to shoot my cum deep into her. Her arms went around me and crushed me against her belly. 

I wanted nothing more than to pound her pussy, slam it deep into her again and again until my dick exploded inside her. I wanted to crush my lips on hers as my hips bucked back and forth.

Her belly was big enough that I couldn't bend my head far enough over to reach her lips, so I settled for grabbing two handfuls of her floppy tits and use them as leverage. I fucked her like a madman.

She lay underneath me, moaning wildly and tossing her head back and forth. She loved it, she wanted it, she enjoyed every time I slammed my dick into her. It was a rough, hard fuck, and both of us were lost in it.

Suddenly and unexpectedly, my dick erupted again. I shoved myself as deep into her hungry pussy as I could go, the muscles in my leg and arms shaking and quivering. She was moaning, almost screaming...she might have been cumming too, but I was so wrapped up in mine that I couldn't tell. 

As suddenly as it had hit, it ended. Still straining into her, my arms gave out and I collapsed on top of her. I felt her legs shudder as they slowly lowered back onto the bed.

We lay there for a long time, my dick and her pussy twitching as I slowly deflated inside her. It finally popped out, accompanied by a rush of her and my juices.

Now, I'm also a cuddler. I like basking in the afterglow, stroking the woman and playing gently with her tits. Unfortunately, she wasn't. When I rolled off of her, she almost jumped up out of bed and went to the adjacent bathroom. Spending a minute to clean herself up, she came back into the bedroom and began getting dressed.

Despite the fact that she seduced ME, I was afraid that she was having regrets about fucking me. 

"Hey," I said, "are you having second thoughts about this?" 

She smiled, her pants halfway up her thighs. She half-walked, half stumbled over to me and gave me a kiss on my forehead.

"Oh, no, dearie," she said. "If your wife catches us, we'll never be able to do this again."

She quickly finished dressing as I threw my clothes on. The rawness of the event had made me forget about Cindy. We both walked quickly to the back door, and she gave me a quick kiss.

"I'm SO glad that someone as talented as Mr. Heller moved in here," she said, smiling. "If you need me again, just turn on the light to your back yard."

She left, and I went back to the bedroom. The sheets were soaked with her juices and mine. I quickly changed the bed and threw the wet sheets in the washer.

I had just gotten the sheets out of the dryer and folded them when Cindy and the kids came back. She was in a foul mood as Adam had misbehaved the entire time, and tried to pick an argument with me. I was really relaxed and didn't feel like rising to the challenge. That just frustrated her more.

After dinner and putting the kids to bed, we went to bed ourselves. She didn't take notice of the fresh sheets, nor did she notice that I didn't even try for sex that evening. 

I met Veronica's husband about three weeks after we moved in. She was right...he was a grumpy old man. Veronica and I were talking (flirting, actually) at the gate between our yards when he walked out of their house and into their back yard. She led me over and introduced me to him, and he simply grunted and walked back into the house. When I asked about whether he suspected anything, she just shook her head.

"No," she said. "He just doesn't like anyone. He's an old man with a bad attitude and a tiny dick. He's good to me, though, and I know deep down he loves me."

From that first day on, every chance I had to turn the back yard light on, I did. If Cindy and the kids were gone, Veronica and I fucked like rabbits in the bed. If Cindy went to bed early, I'd turn the back yard light on and meet Veronica in the shed. We had a hunger for each others body that never seemed to be sated. Cindy never noticed and actually seemed happy that I'd stopped trying to have sex with her.




Gate to the Neighbor Lady



For my part, Veronica's age and weight mattered less and less. She fucked like a minx and loved sucking cock and getting her pussy pounded, and even seemed to enjoy when I slid my dick in her ass Hell, if she was 50 pounds lighter and 20 years younger, I'd have taken her away from her husband and the hell with Cindy.

One night, recovering from fucking Veronica hard on the floor of the shed, I gave silent praise to whoever put that gate in. Whoever it was, they were a genius.



Gate-Way Girl



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*****

Sara and Ashley giggled and danced wildly to the heavy trance beat beneath the flashing lights. Their skirts swished playfully as they moved their hips from side-to-side. Ashely bunched the hem of her tight cami in her palms, pulling the material up before letting it fall back down. Sara drew her fingernails over Ashely's tight, flat stomach while making eye-contact with the tall handsome boys checking them out. 

At 18, neither of the girls should have been in the club. However, Ashley and Sara had learned quickly that their looks and charms could take them places. Sara had playfully rubbed the bouncer's arm as Ashley rubbed her C-cup braless breasts against his chest. He was no match for the feel of the blonde's firm nipples against him. He ground his teeth together as Ashley's hand gripped his cock through his pants. 

"Please, Daddy?" She purred.

He groaned as she squeezed him. "Fuck. I better not get fired for this!" He looked at the two gorgeous girls. "Fuck it. Get inside before someone sees you."

"Yay!" They squealed ducking into the club as he stood aside. 

It hadn't taken them long to step out of their high-heels and begin moving to the hypnotic beats of the dubstep era. When they noticed the guys checking them out they decided to make their dances hotter. They stroked one another. Kissed each other in a fevered passion. They made an exquisite show of their tongues dancing together. 

Sara - the daughter of a single father - had done nothing further than kiss a boy. She had discovered her body early and chased her fantasies across her clit with clumsy fingers. No one else had touched her there and nothing had ever been inside her aside from Ashely's tongue in her mouth. Ashley had given a boy a hand-job but her experience was limited to that. 

Though they both felt and undeniable pull toward men, neither could deny that their shared kiss left them wet and wanting more. Fear prevented them from getting more.

When the song ended the two young men walked over to Ashley and Sara. They introduced themselves but the hammer of the next song drowned out their words. 

"Oh well," Sara thought to herself, "I don't need to know his name to kiss him." She looked over at Ashley and found, though it shocked her little, that her friend was already locking lips with the handsome boy. She rolled her eyes.

Sara jumped at the feeling of the other boy's hand on her stomach. The thin material of her shirt a paltry barrier compared to the size of his muscles. He looked into her eyes as he moved in closer. Her heart began to hammer in her chest as his lips met hers.

She could feel the heat travel through her body. The delicious roll of muscles and nerves as her post-pubescent body responded to the arousal she felt. She could feel her vulva swell and spread, blooming like the flower it was often compared to in books. Her wetness coated the material of her lace panties as his tongue slid alongside her's. 

Sara rocked her hips. Tiny jolts of electric sensation jumped through her body as the delicate lips of her slit rubbed against the stool. She drew her nails lightly over the boy's face, moaning as he nibbled her lip. She fidgeted with her legs, crossing and uncrossing her ankles, squeezing her thighs together. A secret fantasy filled her mind as her body burned in the club. 

Ashley could feel the boy's erection through his pants. She kissed him, whispering dirty words into his ear as she stroked his rock-solid dick. She loved the power she got from sex. She loved being able to bring a boy to his knees with just her hand and her words.

"That's it sexy." She whispered, biting his earlobe for effect. "Fuck me, fuck my little hand. Oh yes, God! Kiss me, bite my neck. I want to feel you." She waited for him to follow her commands. Her pussy was dripping. She knew that she would have to sneak away for some "private time" when she got back to Sara's house and relieve a little of her own stress. 

She could feel the hard length of him pulse and she added the words that never seemed to fail for her. "God! I'm so wet. My pussy is so hot for you. Fuckfuckfuckfuck." She trembled, faking her orgasm for him. "I'm cuummmmmmiiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggg." She hissed in his ears. 

That was the ticket. She felt his cock throbbed hard in her hands. "One, Two," She counted the spurts as his cock spasmed for her. She could smell the ammonia scent of his cum and it excited her more. She wondered what it would feel like to experience it first-hand.

He moved his hand along her thigh sliding up toward her panties.

"DUDE!" Ashley screamed. 

Sara broke the kiss to turn to her friend. Ashley was staring at the boys. 

"We're only 16!" She yelled at them. The boys blanched and faded into the dark before the scene could develop further.

"Excuse you!" Sara said. "You know we are 18!"

"Yes." Ashley replied. "But he was rubbing against my panties and, ewww." 

Sara considered her friend. Was it possible Ashley was as afraid of sex as she? 

"Besides," Ashley continued, "I'm tired."

Sara's eyes opened wide in shock. "What time is it?!" She looked at her watch. 

"What?" Ashley asked.

"SHIT!" Sara exclaimed. "We are soo screwed." 

"What?" Ashley asked once more.

"Dad said my curfew was an hour ago!" Sara shouted over the music.

"You still have a curfew?" Ashley mocked.

"Yes! And when you are staying the night at the house, you do too." Sara grabbed her friend's hand and pulled her along. They had almost cleared the club when a drunk frat-boy bumped into the girls. He carried a full pitcher of ice-cold beer which, naturally, ended up drenching both of the girls.

Soaking wet, shivering, and nervous about how their arrival would be received, the girl's hailed a cab and made their way to Sara's house.

***

Roy Callahan sat in the Lay-z-Boy recliner and thumbed through the family photo album. The pages were worn from heavy use. Since the death of his wife during his daughter's birth he had turned to the pages of pictures to look at the one he held so close. The one he missed every night.

Tonight, however, he looked at the pictures of his daughter. He tried to keep his anger in check by looking at her smiling face through her milestones, but as the clock ticked later into the evening it became harder to remain calm.

He had reached a plateau between slightly annoyed and world-endingly-pissed when the sound of a key entering the lock brought his focus back to the present. The key moved slowly as-if Roy might actually be sleeping when his daughter is late. The door swung open and the two girls entered.

"Shit." Ashley hissed under he breath. Sara remained quiet.

Roy looked at the girls. When they left they had been wearing sneakers and jeans with t-shirts. Now, they stood before him in skimpy skirts showing plenty of their legs, tight fitting sleeveless shirts, and each held a pair of high-heeled shoes in their hands.

Roy took a deep breath to unleash his fury and that was when the scent of alcohol hit him. The scent poured from the girl's 

"I'm not going to ask where you were. Obviously, I can't trust you." Roy moved to the couch. "Instead, I'm going to give you a choice."

Ashley turned to exit the room.

"Where do you think you're going?" Roy raised his voice but he did not shout.

"This seemed like a matter between you two."

"Oh, no." Roy shook his head. "You're in just as much trouble as my daughter." 

Ashley opened her mouth to complain but the look in Roy's eyes made her think better of the action.

He looked them over. He ground his teeth together. "You can choose your punishment." He spoke to Sara. "You can either take your spanking here and now," Sara flinched, "or you can finish the remainder of your time in this house without any visitors or spending money." Sara flinched again. 

She could tell her father was angry. It had been years since he had spanked her, but the thought of not being able to go out or go shopping wasn't appealing either.

"I'm not needed for this." Ashley spoke aloud.

"Yes, you are." Roy looked at her. "I want you to see what happens to girl's who disobey the rules."

"I'm not your daughter." Ashley replied.

"No." Roy replied. "You're her friend. You're the one I count on to make sure that she is taken care of when I am not around."

"She has to watch?" Sara asked.

"Yes." Roy replied. "And you're going to watch her punishment too."

Sara walked to her father. Ashley looked at her friend and knew there was no getting out of these consequences. 

Roy looked at his daughter. She stood 5'4" with an athletic figure, and mid-B Cup breasts. Her dirty-blonde hair hung just past her shoulders. She looked so much like her mother. A throb surged through his body causing his cock to rouse from its sleep.

"Daddy, please." Sara whimpered.

"Over my knee!" Roy replied sharply.

Ashley blushed as her friend dropped down and lay across her father's lap on her stomach.

"Daddy." Sara whispered.

"Quiet." He lifted her skirt above her bottom. She closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at Ashley. "You get 5 for breaking curfew. Be glad it isn't more."

Sara waited for the first blow to land. Instead, she felt her father's fingers pull at the hem of her panties. She struggled as the material was pulled down. He smacked his hand hard across her ass. The slap resounded in the room causing Ashley to jump as Sara cried out.

"If I'm going to spank you it will be done properly. You will not wear anything." He pulled the panties from her. He had meant to drop them to the floor but the material got caught on his finger so when he raised his hand to swat her again a scent filled his nose. A scent the likes of which he hadn't smelled in years.

Ashley watched as Roy lifted his daughter's panties to his nose. He had seemed to have forgotten about her. She felt her pussy ache as he held the lacy material to his nose and breathed in his daughter's scent.

"Daddy?" Sara asked meekly. 

"Have you done anything else tonight?" Roy asked.

"No, Daddy." 

"No, Mr. Callahan. We haven't." 

He narrowed his eyes at Ashley. "Am I going to smell the same scent on you?" 

She blushed deep crimson and held her silence.

He dropped the panties to the floor and spanked his daughter quickly. Too quickly. She screamed with each smack, but as the last smack came down he missed his mark by just a little. His pinky finger slapped against his daughter's pussy. They both froze. 

The pressure of the smack sent ripples of pleasure through Sara. She knew that she shouldn't feel this way, but for soo long she had wanted to be with her father. She savored the accidental violation feeling that it would be as close as she would ever get.

Roy could feel her juices on his skin. His dick was solid and throbbing in his pants. 

"That's all 5 baby. You can get up now."

"Okay, Daddy." Sara replied.

"Y-" He cleared his throat, "Your turn." He said to Ashley.

Ashley was a little taller than Sara. She stood 5'6" with tan skin, C-cup breasts, and shiny gold hair. Her green eyes had tormented Roy on more than one occasion. She lay across his lap feeling the hard bulge of his dick pressing into her.

Roy's mouth went dry as he lifted her skirt. He had spent many nights fantasizing about seeing her naked. Feeling her ass beneath his hands. He brought his hand down on her bottom without much conviction.

"That's not fair." Ashley spoke.

"What?" Roy asked.

"My panties are still on." She looked at him. "If you're going to give us the same punishment then it has to be the same."

Roy slid her panties - a black version of the one's his daughter wore - down her legs. She angled her body forward giving him an unhindered view of her dripping slit. 

Ashley couldn't explain why she was showing her body to Roy. Well, she could, but she hadn't told anyone about her fantasies involving Sara's dad. Mr. Callahan was in great shape. Cut abs, firm muscles, and eyes that commanded the attention of anyone he looked upon. Ashley had fingered her hard clit to many wonderful orgasms picturing those eyes between her legs.

He brought his hand down on her ass with a smack. She suppressed a groan as he made contact with her.

"Show her." Ashley hissed.

"What?" Roy asked.

"Show her what you did with her panties. Show her with mine."

"What?!" Roy asked, sharply.

"I thought this punishment was about honesty and taking responsibility for your actions." Ashley said. "Show her what you did."

Roy said nothing. He brought his hand down on Ashley's ass again. She moaned, biting her lip. 

"That's it, act like it didn't happen. Act like you didn't put your nose in her panties and breathe in the scent of her pussy."

Roy spanked her again but in his haste he missed her ass and smacked her dripping slit.

"FUCK!" Ashley curled her toes as pleasure and pain rippled through her core. She raised her head and looked at Sara. "Oh. He just smacked my pussy."

Roy blushed as Sara looked up at him. "It was an accident."

"I'm sure it was." Ashley replied. "But I'm soaking wet, Sara. Your father just smacked my soaking wet pussy." She smiled wiggling her ass. "I can feel his cock against my stomach." She looked back at Roy. "Do it again," she licked her lips, "Daddy."

Sara turned white. Sound vanished from the room. "Do it again, Daddy." Sara had written these words in one of her diary entries. She had had a very vivid dream of her father making love to her and it ended with her whispering those words to him. Had Ashley read it?

Roy brought his hand down on Ashley's ass again.

"Oh, Daddy." She pouted. "You missed." She wiggled her ass again. "I want to feel your hand on my pussy. Don't tease me, Daddy." She clicked her teeth together. "Fuck me, Daddy. Teach me to be a good girl for you."

Roy could barely take anymore of her dirty talk. With each word he felt that he would tear her clothes off and fuck her raw. He curled his toes and brought his hand down again. The wet slap told him he missed his mark once more.

"Fuck! Yes! Daddy. I almost came from that one." Ashley moaned.

"Sara." Roy spoke in a choked voice. "Go to your room, Sweetie." 

"No." Ashley hissed. "You made me watch. I want her to watch. Show her how much you love your daughter."

Roy stood up. The scent of Ashley's pussy had overtaken him. He could no longer resist. He worked his pants free and pulled the shirt from his chest. 

Sara had never seen her father naked. At 6'2" Roy had taken very good care of himself. His pecs and abs were well-defined. Little valleys outlined the muscles. Her eyes trailed down of their own free-will to the V shape of his lower stomach. She could make out just the lightest hint of short pubic hair through the gap of his open zipper.

"Sara." Roy spoke urgently.

"Stay." Ashley hissed seductively.

Sara didn't move.

Fear flooded Ashley as she realized what was going to happen. She - like Sara - had never had anything inside of her and yet here she was daring this monster of a man to take her. Her heart hammered in her chest, her hands shook, and her pussy poured. "Take me." She begged.

Roy looked at his daughter once more before pulling his jeans down and stepping free of them.

Sara's eyes were draw to her father's dick. It jutted out from him, swollen, thick, hard, and long. She didn't think anything like that could even fit in a woman. She looked at Ashley who, upon seeing Roy's cock, looked shocked and afraid. Too late now, Sara thought.

Roy picked Ashley easily up from the floor. He lay her back on couch and lifted her legs. Her pussy spread open for him. He looked into her eyes as he took his cock in his hand and pressed the swollen head against her dripping opening. 

"Daddy." Ashley whimpered.

"I'll be gentle." Roy said as he moved his hips forward. 

Sara could not tear her eyes from the sight as her father pressed his hips forward. She watched as the swollen head of his dick spread Ashley's glistening lips wide and began to disappear into her.

"Fuck. Ungh. Daddy! You're too big. It won't fit Daddy."

"Shhhhh." Roy cooed. "It will be over soon."

"No, Daddy. No. I take it back. I take it back." She moved her legs but Roy easily over-powered her. 

He felt the resistance of her hymen and looked at the gorgeous girl in surprise. "Is Daddy's little girl still a virgin?" He asked.

"Yes, Daddy. Pleas, it hurts." 

Roy pressed his lips against her's. The kiss stilled her movements and silenced her protests. He pressed his hips closer and she screamed into his mouth as the thin membrane broke around him.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" Ashley screamed. 

Roy held still.

Ashley could feel him inside of her. He filled her completely. She felt the head of his dick beneath her belly-button and the muscles of her vagina felt as if they might tear from his size. All the while he stroked her hair waiting for her to adjust.

He rocked his hips gently. 

"No, Daddy!" Ashley whimpered. The pain was something she hadn't really expected. Soon, however, the pain gave way to pleasure. Tears trailed down her cheek as she began to rock her hips against his.

"That better, Sweetie?" Roy asked.

"Yes, Daddy." Ashley replied. She turned her head to look at Sara. "This feels so good. So much better than we had hoped. Look how much Daddy loves his daughter."

"I wish." Sara thought to herself as she watched her friend being filled by her father.

"Fuck me, Daddy. Make me cum all over you."

Roy moved his hips harder. He knew he wouldn't last long. She was gorgeous, tight, wet, and a virgin! Her muscles stroked and milked him for all he was worth. He pumped harder, sawing into her with everything he had. 

"Fuck Daddy! I'm so close! You feel so good. Can you feel my innocent blood covering you. I'm not a virgin anymore, Daddy. Thanks to you, I'm a woman now, Daddy."

"God, I'm going to cum." Roy moaned.

"Me too, Daddy. I'm cumming for you." Ashley couldn't fight the feelings rushing through her. Her pussy pulsed and her body tingled from head to foot. "Fuck me, Daddy. Cum with me. Cum in your little girl. Fill me up. I need it." She dug her nails into his back as her orgasm swept through her. It was unlike anything she had ever felt. Her orgasm gushed against Roy's stomach and pushed him over the edge.

"Saraaaaaaaaaaaaa!" He moaned as he locked his fingers in Ashley's hair. 

Ashley felt his cock swell within her. The pulses she had only felt against her palm now happened deep inside her unused pussy. She felt the first hot rope of his cum splash within her. It was followed by another, and another, and another. On and on his orgasm went until his knees gave out. 

She hadn't expected for Roy to call out his daughter's name this easily, but sometimes things just went according to plan. She lost her virginity, got fucked hard by a wonderful man, and maybe, just maybe, she would get to see him fuck his daughter!

"Think of all the fun we can have." Ashley whispered.

"I know." Roy replied.

"Not yet, you don't." Ashley answered. "You do realize you called out your daughter's name as you came in me, right?"

Roy went still.

"Sara," Ashley looked at her friend, "I think it's time you tell him."

(To be continued if feedback supports)




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