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In The Pit

By: Sally C



I am mid-30's now, but when I was about 20 in England the love of my life wasn't a man - or not one man, anyway. It was an elderly dark green MG Midget. The car wasn't that quick and it was a bit unreliable, but it gave me a tremendous kick to drive along with the wind in my hair and be a bit of a show-off. On fine days, that was - on wet days the roof leaked and it misted up badly, and I cursed it regularly. 

The car had been the unintentional gift to me of my grandfather. When he died he left me some money in the confident hope, I think, that I would spend it on books or a study tour or something, but I had wanted the freedom of a car more and when I came home from university that summer in the Midget with all my belongings strewn over the car and tied on to the flimsy luggage rack on the boot, my parents were kind enough not to mention it after the first few days. The car had wire wheels which I had painstakingly polished, and it looked such fun glinting in the sunshine that Dad, at least, didn't need too much convincing.

However, it was unreliable. I got to know the local garage quite well over the next few months, and they kept it on the road for me without taking all my student grant. There was only one big bill, and Dad helped out with that on the basis that I was saving wear and tear on his car by having my own (that's what he told Mum, anyway).

One of the guys at the garage was Greg, and I must admit he was a bit hunky - big and dark-skinned, with bright blue eyes and an easy smile. He used to flirt with me whenever I came in, and I enjoyed it and gave as good as I got. He would leap down into the inspection pit as I walked up on the basis that 'the view was better from down there', and I would challenge him to tell me what colour my knickers were today. Once he waved an inspection lamp at me to get a better look and I got quite a surprise. I kept a couple of steps further away from the edge of the pit after that, but it was all good harmless fun. I think it kept the bills down, too! One day I would get even with him for that, but I hadn't yet worked out how.

Anyway, one day I collected the car after an oil change or something and we had our usual banter before I handed over another chunk of grant and headed off to town. I hadn't gone more than a couple of miles, though, when I became aware of a thick smell. When I stopped at the lights I could see smoke starting to appear from beneath the bonnet, so I turned round and headed back. Greg had once left a spanner inside the air filter, so I thought he'd stuffed up again.

The smell got worse and soon I could see the smoke even when I was moving, and I started to think that I should get out now. But I was on a busy road with nowhere to stop and a juggernaut on my tail, so I had to keep going or be mown down by a huge truck. 'Just a bit longer,' I kept telling myself, but I was getting frightened. At last I reached the turn-off, then I switched off the ignition and jumped out. The smoke didn't seem quite so bad now, and I was at the top of a hill so after a couple of minutes I climbed gingerly back in and let off the handbrake. Thanks to the hill I was able to coast all the way down into the small forecourt of the garage. The smoke started coming again on the way down, and by the time I got there it looked pretty awful. As I climbed out, spluttering a bit, I could see Greg rushing towards me with a fire extinguisher.

'What the hell have you done this time?' I yelled at him. 'Are you trying to kill me or something?'

He opened the bonnet gingerly, but there were no flames - just a sticky coating of oil over everything. It was all smoking off the exhaust and smelled awful.

'You've got a leak,' he said. 'You forgot to tighten something up, you mean,' I said, still angry and still a little scared. He shook his head. 'No, not that,' he said. 'Better have a look.' He produced a whole heap of old towels and wiped the worst off the engine, then wrapped a clean one around the steering wheel and pushed my poor little car forward over the pit. Clutching another bundle of towels he disappeared over the edge while I helped myself to the cup of coffee he'd obviously just made himself. I reckoned it was the least he could do for me.

I drank the coffee and felt better. I'd had a nasty fright and was actually a touch shaky, but I felt relieved. My pulse was racing and I was quite excited - it must have been the adrenaline rush. I'd get Greg for this, I thought.

'Aha,' came an echo-ey sound from the pit, and forgetting myself I walked over to the edge. No worry, Greg wasn't looking. 'You've got a hole in the hose here,' he said. 'Must have blown when I topped the oil up. Once you had the right amount in there, it couldn't take the pressure. Come and have a look.'

'Get in that disgusting pit? You've got to be kidding,' I said. While most of my student clothes could arguably be improved by a smear of grease here or there, I was wearing one of my few decent outfits today.

'I just want you to see it wasn't my fault,' he replied.

'Maybe I'll take your word for it.' On the other hand, maybe I wouldn't. A sudden idea popped into my mind - I would get my own back after all. I looked around. Greg's garage was unusually tidy, and he kept his day clothes hanging neatly in a little cupboard at the back. There was a spare hanger, so I slipped out of my trousers and peeled off my top, arranged them, then walked down the steps into the pit in just my underwear with all the confidence of my 20 years. After all, I did fancy him!

'Didn't trust me after all, eh,' said Greg, not turning. 'Well here's the hole, right here. Just have a look at - Jesus Christ!'

'I wasn't going to get my clothes dirty, was I? Now, what colour are they today, Greg?' He couldn't answer. 'Surely that lamp's strong enough? Or have you gone blind. Didn't your mother warn you about that?' His total confusion was all the revenge I needed. 'Now, show me that hole.'

Still speechless, he pointed to a piece of the hose he was holding below the engine. Sure enough it was frayed and there was a split in it, still oozing the thick amber engine oil. 'Looks like I owe you an apology, Greg,' I said. Then a great glob of engine oil fell from the suspension straight on to my nose.

That broke Greg's spell. He laughed, and I was quite annoyed. I wiped it off with my fingers and smeared it on his face. He brought up a great black hand and patted me on the cheek. I screeched and, wiping my hand along the edge of the pit, put a gob of grease on his face then smeared his neck too. He touched the wall as well and I couldn't get away from the muck that landed on my shoulder, so I twisted and wiped the rest of the stuff on my hands well into his nose. Greg grabbed my hands and pushed his face towards me, aiming to smear it back on me. I tilted my head back so he missed and I ended up instead with a black sticky streak just above my bra cup.

'Cheat!' I panted, as I wriggled a hand free and smeared him again, 'you've got a bigger target area.' 'More fun too,' he agreed, as I felt the imprint of a whole black hand on my ribs. 'Oh yeah?' I said. Grabbing a great handful, I planted it firmly on his crutch. 'Get your mother to wash that off!' I removed my hand, and sure enough there was a beautiful black print of outstretched fingers, thumb and my palm right across him. 'Not likely,' he gasped looking down, 'I'm keeping that as a trophy.'

'Where's mine then,' I asked, and I thrust my boobs out at him, daring him. He looked me in the eye for a moment, then he very deliberately planted one large greasy hand on each of my bra cups, pressing firmly against the flesh within. I pushed back, and when he removed his hands I had four thick black fingermarks running up the lemon material of my bra and staining the lacy top edge.

We were both silent, looking at each other and panting after the fight.

'This was a matching set,' I said at last, looking down. 'You'd better finish the job.' I took his wrist and pulled it downwards, and at the same time put my other arm around his neck. 'Only for God's sake this time put a little feeling into it.'

His large hand arrived flatly and firmly on my knickers at the same time as his mouth arrived firmly on mine, and I felt a leap of exultation as his long middle finger curled round beneath the bone and met my eager little clitoris. My tongue leapt into his open mouth and I gasped with joy at his touch as he slowly ran his finger back over that little knob of flesh. I felt for the zip on his overalls and pulled it down.

'Time to even things up,' I muttered as I pulled them off his shoulders and he shook them off his arms. Then I wiped my right hand as clean as I could on his nice white Y-fronts before I reached inside to free the trapped flesh.

The jerk he gave as I squeezed the tip drove his finger between my pussy lips and I jumped too. But the flimsy yellow knickers weren't going to keep me clean for long under that sort of pressure, and while I didn't mind being filthy on the outside I didn't fancy all that muck inside me, so I let go for of him a moment and slipped out of them. Then I unclipped my bra as well. Now I was naked, standing in that oily pit beneath my dripping car, and I was facing a very erect cock.

I put both arms round his neck again and we kissed as I pressed my mound hard against him. Our mouths were open and we tongued desperately, our filthy faces smeared against each other. I forced a hand between our bodies and cupped it around him. 'Come on, Greg,' I gasped. 'Do it to me.'

The bottom of the pit was as filthy as the sides but we threw the mixture of clean and dirty towels down and I arranged them quickly beneath me before I sat down and lay back, parting my legs for Greg as he followed me down. There was no foreplay, just an immediate thrust and I was filled with his cock as it slid easily inside me. My hands were on his shoulders as he held himself at arms length above me and I shuddered, half-grunting as he withdrew then filled me again. I locked my legs around him in a tight embrace and his buttocks rose and fell as he drove into me again and again, each delicious thrust pushing me hard against the concrete base of the pit, the towels absorbing nothing. I might be bruised afterwards but I wasn't complaining, caught almost literally between a rock and a hard place as his rigid cock hammered me against the unyielding concrete. This was rough raw sex and I wanted it this way, rejoiced in the hardness within me and the hardness outside. I started crying out with each thrust, my cries broken as I gulped for the air that was being driven out of me, and the noise seemed to excite Greg even more.

His movements got more erratic, and I had no control over what was happening to me. I was being soundly fucked and he was doing the fucking and that was all there was to it. I unclamped my legs and spread them wide, knees bent to allow him all the access I could. I took my right hand off his shoulders for a moment and slid it between us to part my lips for him so that as he buried himself in me the hard base of his cock would rub against my labia and his tight curly hair could rasp over my clitoris.

I'd done it for me but it took him over the edge, and I was now receiving the hardest banging of my life to date, all sound gone as I struggled to breathe beneath the onslaught. Then, suddenly, he gave an enormous heave and his penis seemed to lift my whole pelvis off the floor. I felt as if I was being split in two by this massive final thrust, then I felt the hot balm of his soothing cream pouring into me and I knew I could take it as he stayed rigid far up inside me. He withdrew for just a fraction of a second then it hit him again and this time I felt his cockhead expand within me before another hot burst shot into me. Three, four more times then his massive climax started to release him. But I wouldn't and I started moving under him.

'Don't stop now, Greg it's my turn and I'm so close. Come on, keep it going, fuck me Greg, fuck me fuck me,' and I moved my body and tightened my muscles around him. 'Don't go limp on me now, you've got to fuck me,' and his eyes opened and he looked down at me and he started to move again, a firmer rhythm now, more regular, and I was pushing back against him. I was wet and full of come and as he slid in and out of me I could feel our juices dribbling out of me and down between my thighs on to the filthy towels. I clenched my teeth in satisfaction as I thought this is what a good dirty fuck is about.

I was very wet but I was still tight enough to feel the shape of his cock moving within me, and as he fucked me he rippled up the muscles of my tunnel and rippled back down again. I slid my hand back down and rubbed my own clitoris to heighten my own selfish pleasure. Each gorgeous penetration lifted me higher until my breath was coming just in little short pants combined with tight little cries. I moved upon his erection quicker and quicker, my fingers adding my own urgency to his constant thrusts until finally I started crying out gently as my body took over, the jerks and spasms of an uncontrollable orgasm causing me to quiver and shudder on the end of his prick. There was no mercy for me, still being banged against the concrete by his relentless cock as I whimpered my way through my climax, and it was only when the last ripple had worked its way through my pussy and round his still firm flesh that he at last let up.

I looked up at the face above me, filthy with grease and oil now mingled with sweat, and knew my own must look just the same, and I thought I had just had a truly filthy and very satisfying fuck. Beyond Greg's body I could see the underside of my car, and the realisation that this animal act had taken place in such a disgusting and potentially public environment made me feel a great wild leap of excitement. It wasn't the first time I had got myself soundly fucked, but it was certainly the most wanton and disgraceful act of my life so far. Somehow, I knew it wouldn't be the last - and as you know, I'm glad to say it wasn't.

Greg and I spent a lot of that summer together, having fun and, of course, fucking. He wasn't the exhibitionist I had found myself to be, so I considered it to have been quite a feat to get him to take me in the pit, but we had a great time. He also completely re-built the engine of my MG, and along the way he taught me a bit about cars and lot about driving, so all in all I think I got a great bargain.

In The Pitch-Black



Whilst in Stian's office...

It is dim and gloomy; all so shadowy and lightless. I can not glimpse or make out anything at all with my bodily eyes. I cannot perceive and sight Stian Elbert...my very own possessed and pleasantly handsome spouse. Of course! He is somewhere here with me in this bulky, sumptuous murky room of his office here at Rovich Central Hospital. I feel like I am all alone in the whole world; all alone...with no one to stand by my side and alleviate and assist me out in any class of dealing and commerce at all.

The door squeals close and the padlock snaps and clinks instantaneously. My goodness! What could that be? Stian—or someone else locking us up inside here?

"Stian," I yell out, worried and appalled at the same time. 

He answers straight away from somewhere about in this immense gloominess where I cannot see. It seems that he is behind me...if I am not misguided and in the wrong. Nonetheless, I make out and faultlessly comprehend what he is saying out to me with my ears. "Yes, Mrs. Ragnhild Ascwin Elberd. What it is that you want to declare to your husband?"

"Stian, where are you?" My breath glitches and hitches out piercingly. I am astound and alarmed at the same time. When are the lights ever going to come back? Since the long-ago five minutes or so, every room inside the gigantic and mammoth hospital—a skyscraper made of untainted ravishing glass with fifteen floors and over six hundred massive rooms in it—had been dispossessed of electricity and left us in the dim and unfamiliar as an outcome. I am outlandishly starting to become frightened and horrified. Damn me for it!

From behind me, Stian reaches me, knocking himself against me intentionally and seizing me close and tight toward himself. How is he able to glimpse and spot me in this infinite gathering and mound of darkness while I myself cannot see anything at all? Is it a paranormal or mystical endowment of his or what? I cannot tell...

At a snail's pace and quietly, his hand attains for my gear—I am wearing a tawny-colored trousers suit—and he yanks my trousers down warily so as to bring my within scarlet panties before his reach and have himself without difficulty locate his probing fingers straight into my vagina and shocked pussy as an effect. Arghhhh! This is so abrupt and so unanticipated. I was not expecting it at all. And it is all so sweet and pleasurable. But do we have to be doing this here in his office in the first place? 

Arghhhh...His fingers mine and quarry deeper into my vagina, rousing and whipping it up to the pleasure and enjoyment, pitching about helplessly in the substance mass progressively and leisurely and conscientiously nice. I like the way that his fingers rub and scuff deep into my sex. It is like he knows the exact points and spots to tap as well as how to fondle and caress them. Of course, the way his fingers feel and stroke my inside is this astonishingly very poles-apart and unusual indeed. I wonder for how long he has been doing this. A year? Maybe two or three? Or for as long as he gained knowledge of how to lay a dick into a woman's cunt and beat and whip it about aggressively and frantically inside there?

Arghhhh...Stian reaches down to snog and smacker my neck from behind me. With one hand, he cuddles and has fun with the edges of my enormous breast nipples; which I love and find irresistible so very much. Ashhhh! There is just a certain itching and prickling sensation to his fingers fiddling on my breasts that I cannot assist and help in any way probable. We are in a great lot deal of darkness...and yet we are having and enjoying sex so very much. This tastes like heaven indeed. I luv it!

Faster; quicker; and more rapidly; Stian burrows and nudges deeper and more quicker into me with his fingers from the other hand, generating and crafting and building such a grand and high-speed locomotion that produces and spawns inside me immense and bonfire-like happiness and contentment. Ashooo-h! Deeper and more deeper his fingers travel about and survey into the depths of my vagina, arousing me and preparing me up for an even greater and hotter fucking. My God! I want to be fucked and spanked up real hard and real high-quality right now. My vagina is geared up and all set to receive and amuse and put up with his humongous and GR8 penis. It is all soaked and drenched already.

"Arghhhh!" I whine out, at last unable to hold the great delight I am experiencing to myself. Stian takes heed of it, and I can visualize him grinning and smirking wickedly behind me in this insurmountable cloud of darkness ingesting us. Yes. He likes it so very much when I undergo and stumble upon good quality orgasms. That consistently makes him seem like an actual and authentic man who is able and knows very well how to thrill and make happy a woman. What style of underwear is he dressed in today? I have a deranged mania and fixation of men's sexy undies, I must come clean to you. I like the way that their delectable and lip-smacking thighs are stripped nude and uncovered as well as the luscious and appetizing approach that their butts and bottoms are attired and arrayed shapely and satisfactorily. That picture drives me sexually and lustfully nuts, I must acknowledge. I can never resist or turn away from it. Is it normal and up-to-standard of me? I do not care. Who is one hundred per cent normal and faultless in this world of ours? No one at all; come hell or high water.

"Shit," Stian puts this into words in my ears, murmuring softly to be precise. I am keen on it whenever he nibbles and gnaws into ear. I all the time adore it; and this, merged and combined with the fingering and sweeping up of his fingers inside my pussy—it is just plain twofold and two-times bliss and delight indeed. Uhhhh! I enter my first round of orgasm while he carries on, "You are soggy so soon...that is good quality, Ragnhild. I am going to fuck you in no time from now."

"Fuck me already, Stian," I make known reverse to him. "Fuck me hard and tough indeed. I can't wait for my cunt to receive that ever giant dick of yours. Put it inside of me. I beg you."

"You are begging me to rumpo you up, aren't you?"

"Do it now. I cannot wait." That precise moment, he shoves me from where I am standing, spinning me around as he does this until I batter my back on a well-built wall, walloping and whacking my head against it what's more and I notice Stian make it to me afterwards, and as I am respiring and breathing out serenely but fretfully, he grabs my stretched light brown hair towards himself and then hurriedly and charily compresses himself against me. I can feel his huge schlong and joystick become erect and unbendable. Yes. I am going to be fucked real good and real hard; and I won't ever feel sorry for it later on. 

"Unfasten my zip, Ragnhild, will you?" As Stian states the words out, the light breeze coming out of his mouth gusts and flurries into my face. Yes. He is taller than me. A little bit high and soaring than I am; and I am not bothered by it at all. I do as he instructs me, undoing the zip of his pants, speedily and warily. That appears to electrify and excite him so very much. How do I know it? He rumbles and grumbles out gleefully and contentedly as I take appropriate and wary hold of his mammoth phallus or Willie that is secreted and covered in his linen-made underwear. Yes. His dick is so large and totally straightened perpendicularly even now. And I want to taste it inside my punani—or enthusiastic cherry pussy. I want that enormous dick of his so, so bad. Honestly speaking. I want it badly—even right this instant.

"Play with my dick, will you, Ragnhild?" 

He desires me to play with his dick? Heck! How am I supposed to do that? I pet and stroke it tenderly and flippantly all the same, feeling my body tense and warm up in sexual tension and strain as I delay and dither all the more to grip and fix it straight into my pussy. 

He then rebukes me, "I don't mean that, Ragnhild. I mean to say you butter up and suck my dick. That is what I want you to do. You understand that?"

"I grasp it well, Stian."

"Good; go ahead and do it then."

I tilt and skim down with my back against the slicky and slimy like wall. I must suck Stian's chopper; I must lick his dick; I must do it. I open wide my mouth...and then place his whang and big schlong inside there. Yes. He grunts and whimpers out in utmost delight and bliss the moment I do that. Damn him for making me clean his filth and muck! 

"Yes...Ragnhild. Do it just like that. Yes...keep it on, baby."

I am on the alert and attentive not to crunch his willy with my teeth. My teeth are this pointed and spiky and razor-sharp and I can simply gnaw and injure him at any over-sighting and mistaking. I am not used to doing this. Neither am I a specialist at it. But I have to do it anyway; just like he wishes me to. As I gulp and swallow more of his extensive and full-size dick into my mouth, I feel and handle nicely his haunches behind and shake and swing along with them. He lets go and frees off sperm into me in no time. I have a compulsion and responsibility to ingest and sip it well and fine, I am conscious. Damn it! I detest having semen gathered and collected in my mouth; and instead I love it filling up and packing plentifully and richly in my vagina.

"Good girl, Ragnhild. Go on with on with it, baby. A hard and pleasurable fuck is awaiting you, sweetie."

He lets loose and pours into my mouth his valued seed and semen, filling and loading it until it is flooded and overflowing to the very heart. From the curves and angles of my mouth spermatozoa trickles and seeps out, whitish in color (I envisage) and delectable to dribble and pour and collect inside a gaping and set ajar vagina. Oh. This is so crazy and foolish indeed. But I am doing it at any rate.

I carry on with the sucking for six added-on minutes before Stian requests me to bring it to an end and then he steadily and progressively takes out his penis from my mouth to tell me to stand up and erect. I know what will follow next. He is going to fuck and bang the hell out of my pussy with his huge cock. Surely! And I cannot wait for it to come about already. My goodness! I am a cock whore to my hubby, ain't I? That is what it seems, you phallus bitch, Ragnhild. 

"You know one thing, Ragnhild?" Stian asks me.

"Yes, Stian."

"I love you; with all my heart and soul."

"I love you too, Stian. Now fuck my pussy already, will you?"

"As thou fancy and desireth, madam."

I don't think that there is any more sperm left for my vagina. Is there any? I must have sucked and slurped down Stian's jissom and jism to emptiness and nonexistence. How many liters of reproductive cell is a in-good-physical-shape human male supposed to generate in his scrotums? How many liters ought to be spewed and puked out through his urethra? How many precisely?

Delicately and kindly, Stian puts the head of his John Thomas between my thighs and then tells me to stroke and rub it benevolently. I do as he says. And out his weight and load of spermatozoa is cast and spit out, out to tarnish and smudge and taint the opening and fissure of my vulva. Goodness! It is all so quick and unexpected; and side-splitting too. At least, there is hope that I will be having cargos and loads of semen beautifying and garnishing my womb and vagina. Vaginal sex without spermatic fluid is like eating roasted chicken without salt tipped and scattered on it. Don't you agree with me? Salt is as evenly important as spermatozoon is.

"Shit, baby," Stian expresses out to me, sounding like he is seriously drained and worn-out. He is not. We have not spent much time on this. In fact, we have only begun. He is not dead beat by no means, I conjecture up. With his fingers, he locates and finds my vulva and then opens it all the more widely and broadly before he fits that giant penis of his into me and begins slamming and spanking brutally and vehemently into me. Owh! This is so sudden and so uproarious. I love it indubitably! 

I shut my eyes for a fleeting and transitory while. The enjoyment...the cheerfulness...the enchantment—it is all mind-blustering and earth-crushing to the last scale indeed. Sex...is...great. Stian. He just gratifies and pleases me like nothing else. I lay my hands on his soft bums behind him and become immediately hypnotized and enthralled and enraptured by the way and manner that his bottom juggles and joggles behind there. Ahhhh! This lovemaking of ours in his office is exceedingly sweet and enjoyable indeed. It is the best thing ever.

For a concise while, Stian stops pumping and siphoning his never-ending sperms into me and then he pauses for a shortly time to ask me, "Are you enjoying this, Ragnhild? Be straight with me please."

"Of course, I am liking it so very much, Stian. I wish there were some lights on for you to see and read my face. It is all that you can ever need to tell the entire truth."

"All that I can ever need?"

"Unerringly! I am being frank and genuine with you here."

"I love you so much, Ragnhild."

"I love you so much too, Stian."

He continues pumping and thrusting into me again. My goodness! I cannot take it. It is too much...too pleasant...too enjoyable...too fantastic and too breathtaking. And I don't want to fasten my eyes close anymore. I am enforced to do so in any case every time that I encounter too much ecstasy and bliss and satisfaction that has me nibble and bite my lower lip gladly and excitedly. Arghhhh! I have been given too much of Stian now. Too much of him! When will he stop? I am starting to get worn-out and dead beat myself.

"Ragnhild," Stian calls me, his tone of voice calm and malleable-like.

I am speedy and immediate to respond, "Yes, Stian."

His breath whizzes and whirrs into my face, making me to flicker and wink my eyes aimlessly and indiscriminately. Yeah. He reeks of grave sweat and moisture. A symptom that he is comprehensively drained and worn-out! Is he actually? That is what it seems. I inhale in and exhale out, heaving a sigh acutely as he ejaculates and spurts his continual flow of sperm into me for one concise second. Arghhh! The contentment and bliss dissolves and thaws out me intolerably. I like it. The feel of his penis positioned and placed in my cunt slays and exterminates me psychologically. What other better initiative and scheme than this? Whew!

"Ragnhild."

"I am all ears, Stian."

"Twirl around, will you please?"

"I roll around?"

"Yes. I want to fuck and spank you from your behind. And I yearn to do it so badly, my dear."

"Okay. Here I go."

I revolve myself unhurriedly and bit by bit, grimacing momentarily as Stian takes away his great, pleasurable dick out of my vulva to caress and finger my pussy from behind. Yes. He touches and wipes with his full-of-zip fingers the inside of my vagina; preparing me for another grand and mind-wrecking phase of sweet, pleasurable, unadulterated sex. I love having my vagina jolted and prod by his fingers so, so much. I love it more when he ejaculates and shoots out thirst-quenching semen into my pussy itself. Damn me for it!

Straight on my neck, Stian kisses and canoodles on my skin while smacks and rams and jabs his fingers into my pussy down there. Ahhhh...This is so side-splitting and incredible. If I am not going to swoon from this too much enjoyment and contentment, then I truthfully don't know what it is that is going to come to pass to me. I openly don't know what it is that will come to happen to me then. Faster and more faster, he shoves and jerks his finger into me, gratifying my lustful desires and smashing to smithereens the lovely hell of reality out of me. My God! Sex is too good quality and enjoyable, isn't it? What would life without sex be like?

As Stian halts himself and his accomplishments for a transitory while, I toss my hands behind toward him and lay hold of his bulky and full and nicely fleecy-like bottom. Yes. He is still having on his pants; and underwear too. I can attest and verify it with the touch and fondle of my hands; and it all feels so great and comical and wonderful too. This is great indeed. I caress and clout and spank the comprehensiveness and richness of his buttocks, and to my greatest pleasure and glee, they are so spongy and cushioned-like that they seem and almost feel like a baby's velvety smooth and brilliant bottom. Yah! Sex with him is so great and factualism blowing-apart. 

"Move yourself a little up, will you, Ragnhild?" He directs me. "I desire to enter you from behind. I crave to hammer and clobber and feel wholly those beautifully large butts and fat ass of yours. I covet to fuck you from behind yourself, Ragnhild."

My goodness! The words are so sweet and pleasant they almost have me lose my consciousness. I do like I am commanded to. I shift and raise myself a little bit high up, breaking up and parting away from each other my legs as I do so, and I can feel my vagina and cervix gawp and break fully wide open. It is even now ready to receive and keep amused the sugary-filled, monster-sized John Thomas of Stian himself. "Fuck me, Stian, right away please," I plead with him; and that is what he precisely does. 

"I am coming, baby, to get you." The words are too enjoyably syrupy and melodic to clang and chime in my ears. This is twofold enjoyment on all sides.

Rapidly and without warning, Stian launches his oversize erection into me, giving the paramount most pleasure to me, enchanting me, and making me enlarge and widen my eyes in sheer apprehension and alarm. It is out of the ordinary though. All the while that he has been banging his gigantic penis into my pussy from before my face I had no any troubles and difficulties with it. But now that he was taking and fucking me from behind, I feel like his dick is too large and gigantic for me, huge and strapping enough to slash and rip apart my darling most vagina. Will it in any case? No way. These are nothing but false impressions and misapprehensions of my own!

Unhurriedly, he thumps into me and then withdraws out of me. Progressively, my butts and bottom is made to wiggle and waggle behind me. Indisputably, he gasps and exhales on the back of my neck. I love it; I adore it; I relish and cherish sex with him. For how long has he been doing this? As long as he has known and learnt what sex is, is it not so? Perhaps! Possibly not!

I want to growl; I wish to whine and grumble without purpose; I want to howl and cry in a meaningless way. But I do not do it anyway. What if someone is standing behind our door and eavesdropping on us? Much less Stian's boss himself by any means probable? Who cares? We are wed and married to each other, and we can have and enjoy sex wherever we want—anyhow and in any approach—aren't you of the same opinion with me?

This is how Stian's dick tastes like inside my vagina. Ahhhhh! The taste and feelings are too saccharine and beautiful to illustrate. Words are not sufficient to convey and explain them unmistakably and fully. But I will give it my very best shot anyway. Yes. As Stian shoves and slams his beautiful dick into me, he hoists up my leg and sets it on top of his office's table. I didn't know that there was a table alongside me. I wonder how he is able to see plainly and without much difficulty in this deep concentrated darkness. How is he able to do this? I cannot see anything at all; whilst he himself can. Damn it!

With one leg secured and lodged on the ostensibly massive table, and the other one relaxed and lodged down on the floor beneath, Stian continues to ram and drive deeper his phallus and sex organ into me, filling me with his valued seed and juice by so doing, and stirring up pleasantly and sweetly sensation and commotions inside of my vagina that I cannot help but marvel and revel in. I am in the next world right now as I acknowledge all this to you; a world without any soreness; a world without any sting; a world of unpolluted and untainted and highest pleasure and satisfaction. And I do not ever want to come back to this wretched, despicable, agonizing and immoral world of yours all in all. 




In The Pitch-Black



Roughly and aggressively nice, his dick thrashes and hammers against the fortifications and barricades of my womb. I can feel his enjoyably warm and to some slight level bitter sperms smother and smear on the walls of my womb itself. This is enormously delicious and exceedingly tasty indeed. The way his semen seems to trickle and dribble on the walls of my sightless vagina...the way the very big head of his congealed penis rubs and grazes on the walls of my sex's inside...the way his thighs behind run into and collide with my buttocks, making them to sway and move back and forth and vibrate and wiggle and joggle...it all bombards and blasts away the living hell of reality out of me. I am vanished in the world of delight and ecstasy, quivering and trembling wholly in acute sugariness and sweetness. For five minutes or so, I am so nowhere to be found and sucked up and taken on in this materialism-filling orgasm that I do not even think or reason to stir or blink an eye open. I am frozen still and static with my eyes shut and sealed up. Arghhhhh! I don't even know where I am right now and what I am doing here.

Unluckily and sadly, the never-ending and sweetest orgasm of mine comes to its closing part and phase, prompting me to tour back to reality and stir and shake myself up to aliveness. Stian is still thumping his joystick with a piercing and pleasant-sounding pound and bang into me, panting out greatly and jadedly as he does so. My goodness! He doesn't ever lay down his arms to the sex pastime and exploit, does he? That is not what it seems to me. 

Down my thighs and legs themselves, his semen plummets and trickles from where he had deposited and sowed it—in my very own womb that is. It slithers leisurely and at a snail's slowest pace until it makes me to shudder and judder unemotionally and frigidly. Is it standard and normal of him to have such a high and excessive tempo and pace of sperms shot out of his Willy during our fuck time? Is it?

Shit. Stian's sperm spilling out velocity and rapidity into me is certainly going to bewilder and bamboozle me. He just generates too much semen and male gamete all in all. It is too much of it; and I don't think that I can put up with it anymore. Nonetheless, he has me alter and change my positioning so as to fuck and bash me in another approach and manner. I am exhausted already. And I need some abundant time to relax and have a break. I cannot reject or snub against having sex with him any longer than we now have already. He is the master; he is at all times the overlord; and I am here to serve and slave him without any form of protestation or complaints. It is true—sex is superior and tip-top rate; but painstakingly wearing and wearisome on either hand too.

Stian has me lounge down flat on the mammoth table itself. My God! He is still going to take me from behind. And it is quite hurting and pleasurable to some great extent. Sex...sex...sex. It is what is on my mind right this moment. I need and desire and crave more sex and sex...even though I am a great lot deal bushed-in and dead beat.

All of a sudden and without warning, he is inside of me again, promptly filling and loading me with his valuable and sweetly cum and jism. My goodness! I think that I am dying. Am I truly? Faster and more faster, he pounds and sledge hammers into me, stocking up and supplying me with too much pleasure and sweetness, and making me open my mouth wide ajar in this intense darkness so as to whimper and moan out mutely. When I sob and howl out the more noisy and piercing, he crooks himself down toward me, pressing himself against my back to be precise, and he smacks and raps his powerfully-built thighs on my ass all the more powerful and stronger and ferociously fast—and I speedily enter into another immeasurable spasm of gratifying and satisfying orgasm in no time. Goodness. It is all so sugary and wearisome, isn't it? It without doubt is.

I groan and wail out piercingly the more; and he hastily lays his hand over my mouth, hushing and shushing me, making me go entirely noiseless and silent. Stian. You are a sweet fucker indeed. You are a sex providing specialist, my love. While I ponder these words, I am so perplexed and puzzled with the way that he is speedily and enthusiastically tack hammering and striking into me. My vulnerable vagina almost flakes out. There is just too much spermatic fluid and jism to flood and overfill her. Pity for her! She is moaning and sobbing along with me. And we are both liking and are passionate about this deep down our hearts. Damn us for it!

I stir my hand yet again to reach for Stian's buttock. I do not let it go once I have grabbed it. It is so baby smooth and thrilling and electrifying and exhilarating to touch and stroke. Ashhhh! Was it fashioned and formed straight in heaven for me alone or not? I think so. It is mine alone to tap and stroke; mine alone to enjoy and take pleasure in. And I am get pleasure from slapping and caressing it right this very instant. Yes, I beyond doubt am. 

I burrow and mine my nails into Stian's backsides, scraping them to be exact, grazing them real good and actual sluggish—and it all feels so massively good and out-of-this-world that I do not even think that I have ever come across anything cloying and ickly like this. While he pierces and stabs his dick into my hole's furry and shaggy hole, making me weep and whine and whimper and hum sweetly as a result, filling me up with excessive enjoyment and sexual delight and bliss so that I grumble and groan out, I prod and press my nicked nails and lenient fingers on his soft and fleecy-like buns, trusting, only wishing that he will take it easy and hassle-free with me. And does he in any case? No. He doesn't at all. Damn him for it! I am so totally possessed and bedeviled with the jaw-dropping and gee-whizz way and style that he fucks and shags me up. Yeah...

Bit by bit and quietly, I slide my hand underneath myself to touch and finger my much-loved pussy that he is even now whacking and battering and decking and flogging with his honeyed, massive-sized dick. Goodness. I am sinking and drowning in excessive delight and bliss, am I not? I for sure am. And I don't want to surface and float back out to reality once more. Indubitably and hastily, I poke and stab my finger on the face of my vagina and Stian's dick itself—and I do not even for one plain second regret it. Or do I? Hell no! 

Faster and more rapidly; quicker and more quickly; we persist on with our shag and hump and screw making until—at last pooped-in and dog-tired and worn-out—we both collapse and plummet down on the table underneath us and heave out a great lot deal gravely and critically. It has all been enjoyable and breathtaking and fantastic indeed. And we are ended for now, it appears.

At that peak in time, the electric lights and power and supply return back, thrilling and galvanizing me much to my shock and alarm. I glance about and see myself entirely dressed alongside Stian who is on top of me, except that we are both having the zips of our trousers gaping open and unlatched, and for your very own bit of knowledge, Stian did not touch or lay a finger on any of my two enormous and fully-sized breasts throughout the course of our crackers mood fuck up. No, he didn't!



In the Pleasure of Sin



A weary drifter wearily stumbled up to the Victorian style manor house, it was well past midnight; and the sky clouded over the visual moon and twinkling of each diamond. Giving the house an ominous look to it, the shadows playing on the trees as a breeze taunts the weary drifter. His hand grips at the lonely rail as a floor board under his heavy feet; creaks, letting out a sighing moan. The drifter's feet moving in a slow, labored shuffle, mustering up his strength to pound on the heavy black lacquered oak door. His mind wandering over how he had gotten lost and how he ended up stumbling upon this dark manor's steps.

The master of the manor glanced over his Lady's shoulder. Clearing his throat, as his violet eyes cast up the newest of this unique house; catching her attention as she moves her shapely legs under her to a kneel, resting her slender fingers along the milkiness of her thighs. His Romaine accent rolled softly to the slenderness of her ears, "Sin Syn will you tend to our guest."

Sin's eyes widened and nodded, pushing her shiny obsidian tresses back from her face, as she stood up to her full height in the six inch heeled black vinyl boots. Straightening the red stockings over her arms, legs, and ample 'D' cups.' Giggling as she winked over to the master. "As you wish Master Lucian." Giggling more as she stepped over the two of the manor's slaves, Kyza and Tristan; who were wriggling on the floor in their play.

Sin Syn saunters till stopping at the door, her fingers gripped the brass knob, and she looked to the parlor mirror remembering the brief rules upon greeting some one new to this house. 'Be presentable and be seduction it self.' Another giggle erupted from her pouting lips as she opened the heavy door, the drifter falls to her feet. "Dam!? Haven't even looked at me and already falling to my feet!" She stated. Her eyes drifted down at him, batting her long lashes. The man forced his head up. His ice blue eyes stared on, as they wandered over her sentious, slender, pale form; then passed out.

Sin frowned seeing his exhaustion form spill again at her feet. Before her eyes saw the drool on her heeled boots. "You goober on my boot." She growled out, resisting the urge to kick him hard. Letting out an exasperated sigh, grabbing his outstretched arms, pulling him further inside the manor's entry, before closing the outside world out.

Sida's emerald eyes casted over; watching Sin bent over, dragging in the ragged man. She chuckled softly as her slide off of Lucian's lap. Moving to the chaise, musing over her new pupil's first test with the drifter. 

Lucian rose from the luxuries of his chair, slowly moving to Sin and guest. His violet eyes raped Sin's curves, and watched how her Bettie Page hair style bounced in front of her high cheek bones. Moving in behind Sin as she bumped into him; still aroused from Sida's whispers; he grinded his bulged in to her bare ass. Running his cool hands over her hips, tracing down to the indentations.

She gasped feeling Lucian's hardness pressing into her, then shivered at his hands moving down along her hips. Biting her lip as she glanced over her shoulder to him, "Sorry." She said weakly.

Lucian's hands pulled at her hips, grinding harder in to her. His heavy accented voice lulled at her ears. "Stand up Sin." As she did, his left hand slide down to her clit, playing with it in small, slow circles; the right moving to tweak her aroused, hardened, pink nipple. Hearing her labored breathe sucked in to her chest. Lucian grinned, placing his whitened lips against her neck; breathing in her delicious scent. 

"Did I do something wrong Master?" She stammered out. What he was doing to her, the small, slow circles on her clit; the tweaking of her nip, caused pleasure to wash over her. Her arms moved back to wrap around his neck releasing the drifter's arms. Side glancing to Sida who gave an approving nod. 

Lucian looked down her form as she presented herself to him. "No Sin, come sit." He pulled Sin along with him, keeping her form pushed in to his aroused manhood. 

Sin moved with him, her hips grinded into his with each step. Her eyes watching Ashai and Tristan move with Sida to tend and clean the guest. Then glanced out of the corner of her brown eyes to Lucian who was turning her around and pulled her on his lap, forcing her to straddle him. Sin's high cheeks flushed painting themselves a softened hue of pink. She had never been this close to the Master of the manor in the time she arrived let alone, the heat he would surely feel emanate from between her legs all caused at his hands. 

Lucian watched his dark beauty's pupil bow her head, chuckling softly at her racing pulse, and stained cheeks. He moved his hand over one of hers, sliding it from her where it laid on her tempting thigh down to between her legs, to his swollen member; showing her how to stroke him and as she caught on, his hand moved to her clit. The other sliding up in the valley of her 'D' cups, to her chin. Raising her face to met his, drawing her in with his violet eyes. "Let me look at my Sin." Sin nodded slowly, biting on her lower lip. Her hand still stroking the quivering member; finding her self more aroused, that sensation washing over her. "Yes Master." She smiled as she spoke just over a whisper

A single digit slide in to her slicked cover, Lucian's hardened lips in a grin seeing how her body reacted to his touch. Leaning closer to her, kissing her lips passionately. Rolling his sharp fangs over her lower lip. Wriggling his tongue between the creases of her pouting lips, coaxing her tongue to play with his. A moan erupted as her intoxicating taste arousing him more. 

Sin's hand wriggled his hard, aroused eight inch member out of his confinements of his slacks. Rolling it in her hand before slowly grasping it tighter. Her tongue flicking his as they darted back and forth between the warm caves. Her hips jaunted as another digit slide insider her. Sin moved her hips eagerly into his touch, driven by instinct. 

Lucian broke from the kiss, nuzzling against her slender pale neck, taking in her spiced scent. He placed soft, cool kisses along her neck. Watching the soft, flesh rise in small bumps. Seeing her shiver, hearing her melody of purrs before drawing his fangs in to her. At first, was only pressure, but slowly became a bite, drawing from her the delicious blood that pulsated in Sin. Listening to gasps, his fingers pulled from the warm, velvety slickness and thrusted them once more before withdrawing completely.

Sin's back arched as she looked upon him. Lucian offered her wet digits to her mouth. Waiting till she drew them in; till he felt her sucking, and tongue rolling over them, taking all of her sweet tasting juices off; his voice cleared, and as he spoke to her in the low, seductive, hypnotic tone. "Sin Syn how long have you been in my home?"

Withdrawing her mouth from the cleaning of her juices off his two fingers; canted her head softly as her mind calculated up the days since she first met Kyza at the bar. "A month." She stated weakly as he pulled her hand from his manhood. Her booted feet sliding against the fabric of the chair out of her nervous habit. 

His violet eyes darted around to those still awake members of the manor before raping Sin's curvy form again. "Tonight you shall please the Master." He grinned darkly to her. Watching her blood pool where he'd bitten her. His strong hands moved to her firm ass cheeks, lifting her up just enough to thrust his hardened member in to her warm, slicked depths. Then one hand slide up to pull her closer, biting, drinking, her again. 

Sin's body buckled and arched, her muscles tightened around his shaft. Slowly she began to ride him, her hands moved to the arms of the chair, steadying her self. She purred hearing the suckled noises that he made. 

Lucian smirked still drinking her sweet blood; the hand resting still on her ass cheek, guided her as he set the rhythm. Every one watched little Sin screw the Master. Hearing the small, low whimpers and purrs between pants. He watched her knowing from his feeding Sin would cum faster. He could sense it as her blood frenzied. Releasing her from his bite, began to lick, and nip at her bouncing tits, a hand playing with her clit. 

All those sensations, washed over her. The twenty four year old woman began to moan louder, her hips rocked each time she slid down his shaft. Thought disappeared all except one, 'None of my previous lovers made me feel this dam good!' Sin's coltish legs began to tremble, her slender toes inside the black heeled boots tried to curl.

Sida re entered the parlor, after locking the guest away in his chambers; she smirked while sauntering to Sin and Lucian. The scent of Sin wafted all around the room, it was intoxicating and grew stronger with each sultry step.

Lucian still helped Sin reach her climax, he was vampire his climaxes were different than that of a human. The way her heart was fluttering as he drank her made him light headed and drunk. Casting his violet eyes to Sida, reaching into her mind. 'Drink of Sin.' He licked his lips riding the last of the remants of her blood off. 

Sida nodded as she stopped in behind Sin, moving her slender Greek arms around as her hands groped Sin's luscious bosom hard. Dug her teeth, tarring at the precious flesh, causing to Sin to cum at that moment; her juices coating the master's prick. Sida moaned as Sin arched her back in to Sida's chest; drinking hungrily until the orgasm stopped. 

Sin hunched over onto Lucian's chest too weak to pull herself off. Sida smirked and brushed Sin's locks with her fingers. Then snapped her delicate fingers together, summoning to bring her the gift she would bestow on Sin when she was awake. Lucian lifted the limp Sin off his tool and laid her on the chaise. Displaying Sin out for all to see. 

"You broke our Sin." Sida chuckled and nodded to Kyza, one of the death dolls; who was tending to the unconscious and please Sin.



In the Pool



"So how many guys have you fucked?" Dee asked Connie.

I was a little surprised at the question, but not very much. When teenage girls get together they are bound to talk about boys. And when the girls are the three of us, it's likely to get personal.

Dee, Connie, and myself (Allison) were at Dee's house. We were making use of her swimming pool and our new bikinis. Not swimming much. Mostly standing in the shallow end, staying wet and talking. Our Senior year was done. High school was over. Nothing to do now but wait for college to start, where we could really start having fun. School had been over for a couple weeks, but this was the first time we had really gotten together since then. It was early summer, late afternoon, and three 18 year old girls with nothing to do but relax, swim, and talk about sex.

Connie wasn't shocked by the question. She was silently counting. Counting for quite a while, making a show of it. Finally she looked at us and smiled. "Three."

"Three?" Dee asked. "Why did you take so much time to count?"

"Just messing with you," Connie laughed. "You know about two of them. Then there was also Craig."

"Craig?" I asked. "You mean Craig Lewis? No, not Craig Lewis." He was a strange little kid that we put up with, but had few friends.

"Yeah," she said. "Not long ago, either. Hey, I was horny, he was there. I felt sorry for him.... Did I mention I was horny?"

"Oh, Connie.' Dee sounded disappointed. "With a body like yours you can get lots of guys. Certainly better than Craig."

"You should talk," Connie countered. "You have a great body. Especially your tits. Any guy would give his left nut to fuck you!"

We laughed at her description, but knew it was true. Well, maybe not a nut, but it was almost true. Dee had really big breasts, and had since eighth grade. Boys were often all over her, paying her lots of attention, trying to get laid or at least fantasizing about it.

Dee laughed. "Guys will fuck anything. At least any of us. Just look at Allison. She is such a baby doll. We all have things guys want. We just should have made more use of our opportunities."

We laughed, because we often confessed to how horny we were at times. But we were 'good girls.' Well, mostly.

Dee said I was a baby doll because I looked so young. I was short, thin, and had a baby face. It seemed I attracted the attention of lots of older men, who liked the idea of seducing a young, innocent girl. But guys my age - well, a lot of them seemed to want an older girl. or one that had bigger boobs. Mine were not nearly as big as Dee's. Or Connie's, for that matter.

"When I get to college, I'm going to be a slut," Connie laughed. "I'll let lots of guys use my body any way they want."

"Ooooh. That sounds so naughty," said Dee. "You're getting me hot. Let's get some guys over here and go topless. Drive 'em crazy."

"Oh, yeah," I chimed in, laughing. Then a little more serious I asked, "Would you really go topless?"

"Oh, yeah." Dee answered. "I'm horny and ready to fuck. I'll show these puppies to anyone if it'll help."

We all laughed at her language and her thoughts. Still, I was curious. "Really?" I asked.

Dee reached up and slipped her top off, to our surprise. We gasped, then applauded. 

"Holy shit, Dee! I can't believe you did that." I said.

Connie stared with an open mouth. "Those are gorgeous. So big."

Dee smiled, enjoying the attention. Then to Connie she said, "Yours aren't that much smaller than mine, you know."

Connie laughed. "No, they're not nearly as nice as yours."

"Let's see!" I nearly squealed, excitedly. We had been having too much fun, and I sounded like it.

Connie blushed and hesitated, but we clamored at her until she reached behind her and undid her top. I watched as it slid off, exposing her breasts for us.

"Ohh, nice!" I said. They were well-shaped, with huge areolas and large nipples. Connie seemed to fight with herself to keep her arms from covering them up.

"They are great," Dee said. 

"Not nearly as big as yours," she answered.

"Almost," Dee shot back. "And your nipples are humungous!"

We all laughed at that, still staring at Connie's boobs. I didn't notice when they began looking at me, then staring. I finally saw them.

"What?" I asked.

"You are overdressed, young lady!" Connie joked.

"Off with it!" Dee added.

I was surprised. Shocked even. I hadn't even thought of me taking my top off when Dee did it, or even when Connie did it. As I began to think of a response, I realized that there wasn't a good reason why I shouldn't. They were topless, and there was no one else there.

"Mine are so small compared to you two. Who would want to see them?" I was trying to ward off their interest, but knew it was in vain. They started cheering me on and so I began to remove it. Truthfully, I noticed a little chill up my spine. I was getting excited at the idea of exposing myself, even if it was just among us friends.

As my top dropped off my chest, both girls cheered, and I noticed little gasps as well.

"Fuck, Allison, you're awesome!" Dee exclaimed.

"What?" I was shocked at her comment. I wasn't half as big as she was, and she was calling me awesome? 

"Geez, Allie," Connie added. "How do you do that?"

I must have looked totally confused, because I was. What were they talking about? I started getting self-concious as I looked at them questioningly. Dee finally gave me an idea of what they meant.

"They are so firm. They stick straight out. No sag at all," she said.

I laughed nervously. "That's because they are so small." I countered.

"No, they're not," said Connie. "They aren't THAT small. What are they? B cups? If they were tiny titties they could stay that high on your chest, but you seem to defy gravity."

"They look fake!" Dee blurted out. Then she laughed at my expression and added, "I know they're not, sweetie, but that's how they look."

"Are they real?" Connie asked.

"YES!" I exclaimed. "Of course they are!"

"Okay, okay, I know," Connie laughed. "But how do they stand out like that?"

"I don't know." I was a little embarrassed. Always had been. My breasts had always stuck straight out from my chest. I almost felt like it was a physical defect. I loved them when I was dressed. I had terrific cleavage for such small breasts, with definite space between them. But I was always shy - and careful - in the showers. Now, with my friends showing such interest and obvious approval of them, I began to feel just a little proud.

"Oh, my God, I am so jealous," exclaimed Dee. "I've seen boys staring at your chest. Imagine what they would say if they knew they looked like this."

Connie asked, "How many boys have seen these, hmmm? I mean naked. I'll bet they loved them."

That question embarrassed me a bit, and the answer surprised even me. I couldn't think of anybody.

"None," I answered honestly. 

"WHAT?" They both nearly shouted.

"I know you're not a virgin," Connie said. "So that's at least Bobby."

"And you and Danny were going wild in the back seat that night," Dee said. 

That was certainly true. We both had cum while Dee and Sean were right there in the front seat. But still...

"Really," I responded. "All that stuff was in the dark. I don't think any boy has actually seen them."

"And these little nipples siting right on top of them. Oh, shit," Dee said as she placed a finger on the tip of my nipple.

"Oh, shit," was what I was thinking, too, as an electric shock raced through me from head to toe. Dee pressed on my nipple, pushing it into my breast, and my knees went weak. I hardly had time to wonder why she was actually touching me because I was dealing with the sensations she was giving me.

"Dee!" I said, but even to my ears it sounded more like a moan than like the warning I had meant it to be. Perhaps she thought it was a moan as well, because her hand pressed forward, holding the entire breast in her hand.

"Well, how many boys have felt it like that?" Connie asked, sounding a little in shock at what she was watching. She seemed to recover, however, as her hand reached up to cup my other breast.

"I don't know," I squeaked out, trying to answer the question but I couldn't think straight. I also seemed to be speaking more of these sudden events, for I didn't know what was happening. "Damn, that feels good." I couldn't quite believe I had said that. 

"Mmmmm," Connie said as she began massaging my breast. "Does that feel as good as Bobby?"

"Or Danny?" Dee continued, as she began flicking at my nipple.

"Hell, yeah," I blurted out, wondering what was happening to my body. "Better!"

"Oh, yeah," said Connie as she leaned in to me. My chest, actually. I looked down but could only see the top of her head. But I felt her teeth grip my nipple and hold onto it tightly. Then her tongue began rubbing back and forth over it.

"Connie!" I squeaked, again trying to object but failing miserably.

"Your nipple is getting hard," Dee said as she watched Connie sucking on my tit. "Big and hard."

"Unnng!" was the sound that came out as I tried to say something. I had given up trying to be proper and was jsut enjoying the sensations.

Connie now had most of my tit in her mouth, sucking hard while licking and flicking my nipple with her tongue. Dee had my other breast in her hand, kneading it, stroking it, playing with it. Several minutes passed as they drove me wild. So wild, I suppose, that I don't know when someone's hand first reached my crotch.

I became aware of a hand inside my suit bottoms, playing at my hole. A finger was just barely inside it, mostly rubbing around my pussy lips. My knees had nearly buckled again, and I think the hand in my pants actually helped hold me up for a moment. Then a finger found my clit and I lost what little control I had. I was gone in the moment, enjoying the sparks flying from my pussy as well as from my nipples. Soon my body was awash in an orgasm. Not a big one, but enough to cause me to afterwards realize what was happening.

I was just about to say, "Enough, already," when those sparks picked up strength again. I thought it was now Dee sucking on my other breast, but I really couldn't be sure. My mind was clouded, unable to concentrate on anything other than the erotic feelings pulsing through me. I was in awe, as no girl had ever touched me sexually before. I had never even thought about it. But right now it was all I could possible want.

I became aware of my moaning as I felt two fingers now inside my vagina. My mind was trying to figure out if they were two fingers from different girls. Something told me they were, but I couldn't be sure. I felt myself being lifted into the air. Oh, what a dream, I thought, until I was put down on the side of the pool. The other girls were still in the pool, in the shallow end where they still stood. Then Connie - I think - bent over, her head now level with my crotch.

"Where had my suit bottoms gone?" I thought to myself. I moved my legs, trying to feel them. I couldn't see anything because Connie's head was in the way. It was right between my legs, so that I could not...

"Oh, God!" I screamed, I think out loud, as I felt a mouth on my pussy, and a tongue licking along my slit. Never had I felt anything like it. Only once had a boy eaten me out. Or tried to. It hadn't been that good, though I was excited at the time to have it happen. It didn't last that long, and I actually liked it better when he put his hand down there anyway. 

But this! Oh, my, this felt so much better. This seemed to touch all the right places, in just the right way. Her tongue eased itself between my folds, delicately working its way up and down, pushing my lips apart. It found my hole and worked its way in just an inch or so, then back out again. I felt a sucking feeling from time to time when her mouth fully covered my entire pussy, and soon I had another little tremor course through my body. 

While this was going on, Dee continued to manipulate my breasts. She cupped one. playing with the nipple, while her mouth and tongue was working on the other. Unlike the boys in the dark who had spent so much time with my breasts, Dee didn't seem to be trying to eat them, or conquer them. It felt like she was making slow, passionate love to them. She was enjoying their feel, their texture, the difference between the soft skin of my tit and the rough feel of my aureola. She played tenderly with my nipple, both with her lips and with her tongue, and occasionally with her teeth. It was a lovely and stimulating feeling. I loved it, but my attention kept shifting between my tits and my pussy.

With, I believe, two fingers now pushing in and out of my vagina, another finger, perhaps her thumb, was rubbing my clit back and forth. Up and down. I was nearly to the breaking point now. Her finger tapped lightly on my clit, rubbed it some more, then she licked it with her tongue, then pushed it lightly inwards. When she placed my little clit between her teeth, still licking it, my senses were overwhelmed.

"F U U U U U U U C K!" I heard myself scream as the most powerful orgasm I ever had literally attacked my body, sending me into a frenzy. I throbbed and thrashed. I'm not sure if I blacked out. Certainly I lost all awareness of everything around me, and I found myself in the pool, on my back, in the arms of Dee and Connie. They held me as I had some 'aftershocks', stroking me all over my body. I didn't realize at the time that by now they were turned on but had no relief.

I felt so embarrassed at this point, but didn't know what to do. I turned to the side and managed to get my face in the water. Trying to hide, I suppose. I turned completely over and came up again to breath. I was laying on my back between my two friends, stark naked, but had no energy to do anything about it. I was getting turned on again thinking of the situation I was in, as if offering myself to them, but more importantly were the hands that were still stroking me, concentrating on my more personal areas.

I finally realized that they were turned on, and I was recovered enough to stand up and get out of the way. Or at least I planned to get out of the way.

As I stood up their hands didn't leave my body. In fact they moved in closer, with me in the middle. Hands were everywhere, some on me and some went past me onto them. My hands were on Dee just to steady myself, until I began thinking how good it felt to feel her soft, wet skin.

I moved my hands slightly to touch the gentle sloping on the side of her breasts, then a little further to feel the wonderful soft skin of her full breast. The nipple was next, and as I cupped her breast and pinched her hard nipple between my fingers, I knew I had discovered something new and exciting.

Both of my hands began stroking Dee's body, mostly her breasts, while Connie pressed hard against my back. She reached around me so that she could reach Dee, and in the process rubbed her arms, and hands, on me as well - just as Dee was doing. In spite of myself I was getting greatly turned on again. So were the girls. 

I moved to the side a bit so that the three of us formed a sort of triangle, with hands going anywhere that seemed interesting and mouths gasping for air. Occasionally one of us would bend over enough to take a nipple in our mouth.

Someone's hand took mine and moved it down, between Connie's legs. My fingers were even bent in to form a grip on her pussy. It was the first time I had ever touched another person's pussy. Connie's pussy was shaved, unlike mine, so I felt nothing but her soft, fleshy pussy lips. My own pussy was being regularly fondled, so I tried to copy what was being done to mine. 

My fingers slipped between her folds. I pushed up at the top of her slit and found her tiny little clit. I couldn't tell if I was doing it right. Connie was moaning, but we all were, and who could tell what action any of us were responding to. One thing was obviously turning us all on. A finger in each of our holes.

I had felt a finger slip into my vagina. Memories of my recent orgasm came back, and I bent my knees, pushing down on the finger to try to get it further up into me. At the same time I found Dee's hole and pushed my own finger into it. A part of me thought what I was doing was very, very strange, but most of me ignored that feeling and enjoyed everything that was happening.

I groaned when I felt two fingers pushing into my vagina, and I did the same to Dee. I thought perhaps I felt a third finger go into me. At least I did that to Dee, and she responded even more as I forced them as deep as I could at that angle. About this time Connie began thrashing around, lost in an orgasm evidently caused by Dee's fingers.

Shortly after I felt Dee's vagina tighten around my fingers, followed by her own orgasm. That left both of them to turn on me. Connie's fingers were inside me again, and the situation nearly had me close to another turn. Dee thrust herself onto my chest, taking a mouth full of breast and bit hard. 

"I'm cumming!" I cried as I erupted again. Not nearly as strong as my other one, but it was still overwhelming. 

We had all clung together, supporting each other as we orgasmed, and now as we recovered we stayed in that tight grouping supporting each other. When we finally were able to look each other in the eyes we began to giggle. We put our heads together, laughing harder and harder, and somehow we began kissing. We each kissed each of the other girls, multiple times, even including tongue, but it did not lead to anything further. The kissing faded, finally back to just hugging, then back to embarrassment again. We were unsure of what to make of the situation, and gradually broke apart.

Dee broke the ice. "Connie, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah. Sure," Connie said.

Dee sounded tentative. "Have you ever... you know... been with a girl before?"

"What?" she said, surprised.

"You know. When you were eating Allison..." she paused, "it seemed you really knew what to do."

I smiled. "Oh, shit, I'll say she did!"

That lightened the mood a little.

"Yeah, I have. A couple actually. Is that a problem?" I couldn't tell if she was challenging her or being defensive.

"No, not a problem," Dee said. "In fact, I think it's great. It was my first time."

I looked at them both. "It was my first time, too. But I don't think it should be our last."

We all giggled and assured each other that we would do this again. And we did.



In The Porno Theater



I go to an adult theater in our town and have seen many lusty scenes there, not always on screen. 

One night, after my wife and I had been out to friends for dinner and Mary had had a lot to drink, I said casually that we should go and see a fuck movie some night. She said women never get off on porno movies. I disagreed and as we neared the theater, I said well there's a show now, want to see one? 

After a short discussion she agreed with a bit of nervousness. We smoked part of a joint in the car then entered the theater. Made our way to the seats and sat down in the darkness. 

I already knew the last row was where the cock suckers sit, and that there was room for a guy to stand behind that last row with his cock out, the idea being that the guy sitting in the seat there would turn and suck it. I had seen women in here before and knew guys would watch.

After a few moments in the darkness, I noticed some guys move seats to be closer to us. Mary was intently watching the screen as two women sucked off two guys with huge cocks! She asked why the naked women kept their shoes on! I said so they could run from the cops! We both laughed and I felt Mary was at least relaxed now. She said she was flying from the smoke! 

We watched for a while until I began to stroke her nipple through her clothing and she just sat there watching the fucking on screen. Then I undid a few of her blouse buttons so I could get my hand inside on her breast. 

She glanced around nervously when I undid her bra but just snuggled closer. Mary is pleasingly plump and her tits are her best part! Now there were two guys standing in the darkness behind us, watching. Several men were smoking in the theater so I lit up the end of the joint and Mary smoked most of it. 

She was really flying now and I thought she might allow me to fool around a bit. I took awhile but finally I opened her blouse more, exposing her wonderful big breasts. She laid her head back on the seat and let me take her tits out and stroke her nipples. My heart was pounding now! And that delicious feeling of lust was in my stomach. 

I was shielding her from onlookers at first, and a guy moved into a seat in our row. The other two guys stood closer, peering over at my wife's big tits and stroking their cocks now. Hoping to see some action from us. I lit up another part of a joint and only pretended to inhale. I wanted to keep steady but get her higher! 

Mary finally laid her hand on my cock and began rubbing it through my jeans and I leaned forward to suck on her nipple, she emitted a little moan as I did which seemed to excite the guys watching. I unzipped and Mary held my cock. Letting me play with her nipples and move a hand down to her pussy. I was nearly coming and had to stop her from moving her hand up and down! 

I worked at her panties until I was able to pull them down. That was such a lusty sight seeing her panties at her knees and her skirt pulled up! I began fingering her and she was beginning to breath harder, watching the fucking on screen. She didn't see the two men standing only inches behind her, or even notice when the guy in our row moved into the seat next to her.

I purposely kept her turned slightly so she wouldn't see him. She was high now too and I stroked her as she got wetter. I kept her face turned toward me and met eyes with the guy on the other side of Mary, he smiled and I nodded at him while looking at her breast, he laid his hand on it and Mary didn't even notice as he fingered her nipple softly. 

I continued to suck her tits and now one guy standing behind just rested his cock on Mary's arm. At first she didn't see it until she realized it wasn't me touching her. She startled a bit and glanced at me. I smiled and asked if she was enjoying the movie. She grinned back and said it was good. Then let the guy put his cock in her hand so she could feel it. 

The guy in the seat now started sucking Mary's other breast and she began to moan with pleasure. Mary looked at me a moment, then bent over and began sucking my cock. I was ready to come but stopped her. The guy beside her was feeling her ass while she did and ran his fingers over her pussy. I pulled Mary back up into the seat and kissed her passionately. 

The two guys were now right there behind us. She watched the two cocks now, and I pulled up her skirt more so her little hairy pussy was revealed to everyone and then pulled her leg up onto the seat. She asked me if I was having fun, and I replied I was in heaven! She seemed to think about this a bit. 

Then the guy in the seat went down to the floor and began kissing her thigh. She looked down at him then me and I smiled and raised my eyebrows. She pressed forward and he started to kiss her pussy softly. She now was moaning aloud and turned her head to the two behind her. One of the guys just offered his cock to her mouth and she began licking at it, then sucking it slowly. 

I was delirious with pleasure as I knew she was, I had to remove her hand from my cock as I was about to spurt. The guy on the floor now had his tongue buried in Mary's pussy and she was starting rock her hips to come steadily, whimpering and moaning as she did, which excited us all even more! The guy behind her took his cock out of Mary's mouth and came on the floor, while the other guy put his into her mouth. 

She sucked it with pleasure now, completely abandoned to the moment. I came at the same time he did! The guy leaned down and kissed Mary's forehead and said 'Thank you, Beautiful' to her. She grinned at me! And I grinned back. She then just laid back and allowed the guy between her legs to get her off several more times, before finally pushing him away. He got up and left. 

Mary is so fantastic and beautiful! The next day she said she remembered nothing since leaving the dinner party! I think she's lying. I love her like crazy for giving me this wonderful moment and can't wait for the next opportunity. 



In The Prison



The light flashed on abruptly, as it did every morning. It was impossible to ignore, so intense. It contrasted immediately to the pitch blackness of night in the prison, where you could not see at all. Every day we were awakened this way, just one more reminder that nothing was for our own comfort.

I rolled upright in my bed, if you could call the flat little cot a bed, with its single thin coverlet. No sense in trying to stay in bed, the guards would just come and dump you out on the floor if you took too long. The yawns and grumpy noises of the other female inmates forced to wake up filled the room. I stumbled to the showers, and found an empty stall. The needle-like spray of hot water on my tired body felt wonderful. It was really the only true pleasure in this place.

I had been brought here about nine months ago, captured during a raid on our military camp. The male soldiers were immediately killed, but the female soldiers were spared and brought to this huge and thick walled place. At first, of course, I was grateful to be alive, but after three months, I was beginning to believe my male counterparts were the lucky ones. New women joined us almost daily, brought in by the soldiers' raids on military camps and villages. It was an oddity of the place, however, that not one of us discussed the things that happened here with the newbies. We weren't prepared when we arrived, and in turn, we did nothing to forewarn the new ones of things to come. Indeed, I believe we each took our own pleasure out of the shock, shame, and pain of the new ones' experiences. It was the nature of the place.

I finished my shower, and grabbed a clean tunic. We were all dressed in the same drab gray tunic, made of cotton, and short, just covering our buttocks. The underwear was made of the same drab material, just simple briefs. We weren't allowed shoes, even when the floor was cold, so I was finished with my preparations, and followed the others down the windowless hall to the dining area. More harsh light, and long rough wooden tables with matching benches were the extent of the furnishings. Bowls of oatmeal were on the table, as they were every single day. We were only given two meals a day, so we ate hungrily. Food was never wasted. 

The warden was at the head table, along with 10 of his favorite guards. The other guards were seated at our tables, usually 2 or 3 to each table. There were a lot of guards, and a lot of tables, as the prisoners numbered around 300, as best I had been able to count. The warden asked the guard at his elbow to bring forward a new arrival, so the guard went to a nearby table and grabbed a young woman by the arm, pulling her up roughly and shoving her toward the warden's table. She was a pretty one, silky black hair and big round eyes, wide with terror. She had arrived late the evening before, barely in time to be in her bunk before lights out. She hadn't had any chance to comprehend this place, and no one would have enlightened her as to what to expect. The warden's ritual was daily, we had seen it so many times we knew exactly how it went. I think it was the fact that each time it was a new unsuspecting woman that had to participate which made it exciting for us. The soldier forced the woman to stand in front of the warden, holding her hands behind her back in one of his hands, and his other arm wrapped around her waist. The warden looked at her for a few moments, then grabbed the bottom edge of her tunic and quickly slid it up her thighs, exposing her underwear. She screamed in terror, expecting the worst, but our warden had a peculiar style...he bent quickly forward in his chair, and buried his face in her underwear, nuzzling, kissing, and nipping at her pussy through the material. She struggled to move her hips away, but was held so firmly by the guard that all she managed to do was push into the warden's face, and he loved that! After a few minutes, her struggles were noticeably diminishing, and her mouth opened in an "O". Our warden was very good at what he loved, and we all sighed an inward sigh in remembrance, and felt our pussies grow warm as we watched her struggling to not to give in, but failing to resist the warm and pulsing sensations he was giving her. He moved his head back a few inches, and was rewarded by her hips thrusting toward him, begging for more. Her own eyes widened in horror at this, but her body was not obeying her. He rewarded her with about thirty seconds more, then abruptly stopped and leaned back in his chair. He motioned to the guard, who promptly returned the woman back to her seat. She was red-faced with humiliation and desire, and couldn't look at any of us. 

We all took a deep breath, and returned to eating our oatmeal. Fifteen minutes later, a bell rang. We all rose, took our oatmeal bowls up to the dishwashing window, each woman that knew holding her breath as she set her bowl on the counter. The woman in front of me was one of the chosen ones that day, the dishwasher motioned for her to come around to the side door. She paled, but hurried around and into the dishwashing area. I put my bowl down quickly, and thankfully moved away from the window. Not me, today. 

Actually, I had forgotten what day it was. Hard to keep track in the prison. I realized as I walked out of the dining area that women were being sorted into two groups, one to the right, and one to the left. This could only mean one thing, and it was my turn to be in the right group. This particular event took place only once monthly, and I had been in the left group last month, so it had been two months since I had the right group experience. I shuddered, as I knew the intensity and humiliation that was coming. There were three new girls in the group, including the black haired one from the breakfast experience. They huddled together as we were moved down the hallway and into a very large room. There were no windows in the room, only large ceiling fans, whirling softly, and forty padded tables. A very large, I should say huge, monitor was hanging on the wall. Each woman was told to stand by a table, then told to strip our tunics off and drop them on the floor. Next we had to get up and lie on the table. The soldiers came to each one of us, and strapped us down with the straps pulled up from underneath the table. The new women screamed as their hands were pulled apart, then their legs, as wide as they could go, and strapped down. Straps tightly fastened our hips, and also our necks, so we could not move, even an inch. We were close enough to easily see the women on either side of us, and we could look between our feet and see the woman at the next table in front of us, as the heads of our tables were raised slightly. I could look further away, and see the tables at the front of the row, even though it was some distance away. I had two of the new girls next to me, one on each side. They were now quiet, as we all were, though they kept looking over at me, their eyes pleading with me to tell them what was happening...but naturally I said nothing. 

We were at the end of our row, so that meant seven others ahead of us, as each row was ten tables. The monitor blinked, then became a bright screen. Many of the soldiers were seated in chairs now, in one corner, as well as the warden, and any other dignitaries he invited. It was always crowded, no empty seats. Probably a hundred men all told.

Twelve soldiers approached, three to each first table. One held two devices, one a large silver bullet type thing, and the other was a odd looking device with multiple heads. The devices were put down for the moment, and each of the three men positioned themselves around the woman on their first table. All four of the first tables now had three men, one at the woman's head, one at her side, and one at her feet. The man at her head bent down, and pressed his lips to hers, gently at first, then more forcibly, entering her mouth with his tongue, and kissing her continuously. The second man grabbed her breasts, pulling, kneading, and tweaking her nipples, kissing and sucking on them. After about five minutes of this, all four women were beginning to moan deep in their throats, and even though they couldn't move their hips, we could see their thighs starting to tense and flex. Tears streamed down two of the women's cheeks, they were trying so hard to resist what was happening. But the soldiers never wavered, and never broke contact. The third soldiers then put their faces between the women's legs, and beginning kissing and licking their naked clits! The moans became deeper, and their breathing more and more rapid. The third soldiers stopped after about a minute, and picked up the silver bullets. Quickly they shoved them into four women's vaginas, and I know from experience those things were cold!! 

The monitor flickered, then four pictures appeared. Very large pictures that looked like golden rings against a dark blue background. We could all see the rings, and the men in the corner were especially drawn to them, alternating between watching the rings and the women moaning on the tables. Once the bullets were in place, the third soldiers picked up the second device, and turned them on. They made rapid buzzing sounds, and begin vibrating slowly. Each head was a different shape, and some were softer, some harder. Slowly the vibrators were moved toward the four pussies, and then the softest and slowest heads were touched to each clit. The room was filled with the sound of their moans, and each of us couldn't help straining to watch. It didn't matter that you knew how humiliating it all was, to be forced to that point with so many people watching. We were drawn to it like bees to honey. Our own pussies began to get wet. The moans got louder, and the vibrator head was switched to a stronger one. The men gave almost a collective sigh, as a golden ring spasmed once. The golden rings were the reading being taken by the silver bullets, each time a pussy squeezed the bullet, the ring on the screen spasmed, giving a beautiful display of each woman's building orgasm! At first, each spasm was far apart, and light, but gradually they became more frequent, and stronger in color. 

The soldiers at the women's heads stopped kissing them, and the women could now cry out, in shame and humiliation, but also intense pleasure they could not stop. The men in the chairs were enthralled by the rings, and we could hear flies unzipping, and see cocks being stroked, faster and faster in rhythm to the spasming rings on the screens. Our own pussies were now dripping, it was all so intense, almost unbearable, as the four women now screamed and the rings on the screen went crazy, exploding in rapid succession with orgasm. Several of the men roared as they came in unison with the women on the table, the wiser men held back, as they knew...the rest of us were still on the tables.