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Precious M's

By: Manwolf



Sitting alone, lounging in the welcome coolness of a summer breeze. It spreads slowly about the room as the sun releases her hot, humid hold on the day. I am reminded of you and I. 

.... the hustle of day-life drinks of us, leaving little but drying husks; imagination and zest blanketed somewhere deep under an almost overwhelming aura of business and brain. Another day comes to a close, we retreat to our sanctuaries of self. 

... as I type my login, the dreary, damp blanket is pulled away revealing a faint glint of light (or life?) deep within. It shimmers and begins to burn brighter as I wait long moments, watching as other beings pass, pause and begin to speak to each other in the night. Fingers, bodies and minds seeking the seduction of a private partner... the familiar flutter as another soul shares secret sensations... the long awaited shudder as imaginations meld... fingers dancing on keyboards and on flesh as words and thoughts flare in their minds.

... a voice carries across the system.. one voice from among a myriad of websouls... touches my senses. And you are there, in my mind. Your being surrounds me, seduces me, envelopes and strokes me, cradles me. My voice growls back, flows over you, overcomes you, suckles you and slides within you, penetrates you.

We merge though media. I truly "feel" your eager body mounting me, your fingers stroking my face and chest, your velvet heat encasing me, your tightness urging me on. 

All else disappears as I sense your breasts shuddering, your back arching as I stroke up and into you, my fingers dancing over your center as you breathing quickens. Your hair about my face as you focus on your flaring need. Your muscles tighten, tummy and sex flexing, squeezing over and around me. 

I whisper your name, speaking of your wantonness as I my need boils, hands on your flaring hips, guiding you faster, harder onto me. My steady thrusting into you becoming spasmodic as I hear your moan, a throaty testament to your achievement. Then a gasp and sigh as I begin to grunt and ram into you. 

I swear urgently, cursing the true distance between us... wishing your soft delight was truly sliding over my hardness, that your gasps were into my mouth, your teeth toying at my lip, your dark eyes before me, lust lidded ... as my mind and sex explode into you.

"Just another night"? When with you, I think not!

Precious Paula & The Mechanic



It was a hot July afternoon and I was working over today in the garage when I heard a car pull up. I was so backlogged that I had no more room to squeeze anybody's car in, no matter how much money they slid under the table. I was more interested in getting off of work because I had a hot date with the town tramp and I intended to get me some good pussy tonight. It had been so long that my cock got stiff when the wind blew and I could think of more interesting things that I would like to have blow on my dick. I continued with my work, figuring that whoever it was would probably be pissed when I told them to go down the road. I heard the click click click on the concrete and looked over my side to see a pair of shiny high heel shoes standing there. "Damn, a rich bitch," I said to myself as I continued to work. I hated dealing with women with money because they were so persistent and I really didn't need this shit tonight.

"Hello sir, are you the mechanic?" I heard a soft voice say.

"Yeah, what the hell do you think I'm doing under here lady. Can't you see it is after hours."

"Yeah, but my car is overheating. I need someone to take a look at it."

I thought about how my cock was overheating and I needed someone to take a look at it too but I was nice and kept my mouth shut. "I'm sorry lady, we are closed. That means not open for business."

"Listen mister, you need to come out and take a look at this. I need it bad," she said.

The nerve of the bitch, telling me what I could do. I pushed myself out from under the car and looked up. Damn, it was a very attractive lady in her late 20's. She appeared to be a classy woman and I was almost looking up her dress. My cock started to stir. Damn, I needed some pussy bad.

"Look lady, like I said, the garage is CLOSED!!!" I told her once again in a stern voice that showed that I meant business.

"Well, I really don't give a shit mister," she said, obviously pissed that I had dissed her like that. "I have to get this thing fixed or my daddy will kill me when he gets home."

"Well daddy is just going to have to be pissed precious, I have a date tonight and I would like show up on time."

"Just look at it. Please!!!" she pleaded. "And my name is Paula, not precious!"

God I hate being a sucker, especially for a young sexy woman. "Oh, all right," I said as I got up from my creeper. I took a good look at her, she was approximately 5'8, about 120 lbs. with long brown hair and a couple of legs that came together and made a perfect ass out of themselves. I could tell that she was probably one of those corporate wives who are used to ordering people around and having her way. She was wearing a short black skirt, nylons and a pair of high heels that made her ass cheeks perk up and wiggle when she walked. I motioned for her to show me the car and I took a good gander at her butt and my cock twitched each time she moved. "Now what seems to be the problem girl," I asked?

"Like I said, John, is it?" as she looked at the name on my shirt, "It's over heating." She leaned through the window to release the hood and her skirt hiked up slightly revealing the tops of her stockings. I could see the hooks on her garter belt as she popped the hood.

I reached under the hood and flipped the latch. She watched intently as I put on a little show for her. I always try to give my customers a little presentation to make them think that I am really earning my money when most problems are simple and don't require much energy or talent. As I was looking around under the hood she bent over and put on her own little show and I could see the top of her b-cups as they peeked out her low cut blouse. I wanted to reach out right then and there and rip the clothes off of her, but I once again held back.

"Hmmmmm," I said out loud. I watched for her reaction out of the corner of my eye and could tell by the worried look on her face that she was certainly a little concerned. "What is it mister," she asked? I reached for her hand and moved it toward the front of the engine. Her hand was soft and cool to the touch. "Well, looks like your fan belt is busted." I showed her where it went and then I looked down at my watch and then looked up at her. "The parts store is closed so you are out of luck." I saw the beads of perspiration collecting on her neck caused by the heat of the engine and trickling down her chest. God I wanted to get to know this girl better but I didn't have time tonight. "Shit mister, I have to have the car home before daddy gets there. He didn't want me to take it out tonight but I did anyway. Can't you do anything," she asked. 

"I really don't have time little lady," I said as I looked at her tits peeking over her lacy black bra. I thought of a way out of this but I couldn't. 

"Oh god mister, I'd do anything you wanted me to if you'd fix it so I could get it home."

"Well, I might have a used part in the back. Let's go check," I lied as I pointed toward the door at the back of the shop.

"I would be ever so grateful sir," she said. We'll find out how grateful you are little one, I said to myself as we walked toward the door. "I think I may have something in here. Let's go check." We entered the little room and I flipped on the light. It was just a bare light bulb and it didn't light much up in the dark room but it lit up enough that I could see her little body clearly. "Look over in those boxes over there, see if there's anything that looks like this," I said as I held up the belt. I watched Paula's ass as she bent over and started to look in the boxes. My pecker was growing harder by the minute as I reached around and pushed the door shut and locked it. When Paula heard the click she seemed to freeze. "Wait a minute," she said as she turned around. "Why'd you lock the door?"

I just stood there and looked at her and grinned. I could see her get a little nervous. "Open the door mister, open it NOW!!!!" she leered at me. I took a step toward her and she took a step back and looked over the situation. "Don't touch me you bastard," she said, "or my daddy will have your ass!"

Fuck your daddy, I thought to myself as reached and took a roll of duct tape from the shelf. "You made me late for my date with the town slut and I am going to get some pussy one way or the other. Do you understand," I asked?

"Well, you're not getting any pussy from me," she said as she moved toward the door. I reached for her and grabbed her by the shoulder of her blouse. I felt the thin material as it ripped in my hand as she tried to get away. 

"Oh yes I am you little tramp," I said as I pushed her against the door. She started to scream and struggle against me, but I was too fast for her and I pinned her against the door and held my hand over he mouth. "We can do this easy or we can do it hard precious, your decision," I told her. Tears started running down her cheek as I held her there. I could see the fear in her eyes and it turned me on so much that my dick went to full hardness. I pressed against her firm young body and I could feel the heat radiate from her. She tried to get away but I held her firm. "I'll let you go of your mouth you little tramp if you promise not to scream." 

Paula nodded and I slowly moved my hand from her mouth. I slid it down the side of her face and felt the smooth skin on her young face. I felt her tremble as I moved my hand down to the opening in the top of her blouse. I slipped my hand under her bra and squeezed her firm tit. "Damn baby, you feel so good. I am going to fuck you, do you know that?" "No please don't! Please," she pleaded. I removed my hand from her tit and took it out of her blouse. "Now turn around precious," I said. Paula knew at that moment that she had no choice but to obey me. She turned around and I pulled her arms behind her back. "Now just stay like that," I commanded her. She stood still, like a frozen statue. I saw her flinch as she heard the duct tape being torn from its roll. I put a wrap of duct tape around her wrists behind her back and then threw the roll down.

"Please mister, don't hurt me!" she cried.

"Oh, I'm not going to hurt you precious, I'm going to fuck you and make you like it," I laughed.

I turned her around and pushed her back against the wall, pressing her tits into my chest. I took my hand and ran it down the front of her white blouse, and then I hooked my finger into it and in one swift motion, I ripped it wide open and buttons went flying everywhere. "NOOOOO!" she squealed as I took a handful of her little titties. Sweat was making running down her chest in a natural reaction to the fear that was built up inside her. 

"Mmmmmm, precious, so sweet and soft," I said as I put my hand inside her bra and gave each of her nipples a tweak. I could feel her chest heaving and her heart beating hard as I stroked her. I pulled her bra up and exposed her sweet tits to me. I slid my rough hands over the smooth skin of her breasts and I felt her breathing increase a little more. I ran my hand down the front of her stomach and then I moved it down and put it on the inside of her leg. She tightened her legs and I forced my hand between them. I slid my hand up the silky material of her stockings and then I got a surprise. The little bitch wasn't wearing any panties. I felt the skin on her shaved pussy and I told her, "Mmmmm, shaved smooth just like I like them." The skin on her pussy was so soft and smooth and I could feel a little wetness on her lips. She tried to keep me from touching her but it was no use. I took a finger and ran it across the entrance to her smooth slit and I felt her shake a little as I pushed it into the opening. "N-n-n-o," she said a little more feebly than the last time. 

As I pushed my digit into her soft flesh, I could feel the wetness. She opened a little as I pushed it in, softly at first and then with more force. Her pussy was wet from all the excitement. I'd heard that sometimes a woman's body betrays her in that area. I pulled my finger out and slid it in again. I felt her slightly move forward to meet the thrust of my finger.

"You rich bitches are all alike," I breathed into her as I moved my finger out of her pussy and across her clit. "You think you can just come in here and start barking orders at me? Well, I'm here to let you know that you can't always have your way. Sometimes us poor working fucks get what WE want!!" I removed my finger from under her skirt and put it under her nose. She turned her head away but I kept moving it. I could smell the aroma of her cunt on my hand and it was a sweet smell.

"Fuck you asshole!" she yelled as I held her against the door. I felt her start to struggle once more, and I grabbed her by the hair and headed her toward the couch in the corner. I pushed her down onto the couch and then reached for the zipper on my jeans. I saw her eyes widen as she heard the sound of the metal release my cock. I moved my hand up and unsnapped them and pushed them down and stepped out of them. "Like the look of my cock precious," I asked. She turned her head as I stood there in my shorts. I moved back and told her to turn and look at me. She reluctantly did as she was told and I pulled my shorts down and my dick stood out. Her eyes widened at the sight of my cock and I moved toward her. "Open your mouth slut," I said as I stood in front of her. I put my hand on my cock and guided it to her lips. She tried to keep her mouth shut but the force of my cock as it slid against her teeth and I held her head with my other hand was more than she could fight. I heard her gag as I pushed it into her mouth and against the back of her throat. I almost came in her mouth at that moment but I wanted some of that smooth shaven pussy. 

Paula caught her breath as I pulled my dick out of her mouth. She gave me a go to hell look as I pushed her back on the couch. "Now we are going to fuck you little rich bitch," I said as I moved toward her. I reached behind her and pulled the duct tape off of her hands. I heard her yell as I pulled it off from her sensitive wrists. I smiled and then I told her that she should get ready for a fucking. She tried to get up but I pushed her back and fell on top of her. I put my hand under her skirt and started to lift it up. She fought and dug her nails into my back. The pain was severe but it just spurred me on more. "I'm gonna fuck you now precious," I said as I took my dick into my hand and moved it between her legs. I felt the wetness of her pussy juices as they coated the head of my cock. Paula liked what I was doing but it didn't really matter to me whether she did or not because I was going to fuck her anyway.

"Oooohhhhh," she squealed as my dick slid into her slick moist cunt. I grunted and pushed it in as deep as I could. I felt her spread her legs slightly as I pushed into her. "Noooooo!" she said as I started to pump into her folds. I felt her nails run down my back and then they made their way to my ass cheeks. Every time I pushed my cock into her pussy she dug her nails into my ass cheeks. 

"You like this don't you precious," I asked, not really expecting an answer.

"Oooh Yesssssssss!!!!!" she said as I slid in and out of her velvet box.

"Well you're gonna like it more when I shoot my cum deep inside you." I growled.

I took my hands and lifted her ass and I watched as my cock slid between her stocking covered legs. Paula rolled her eyes back as I paused for a moment and then pushed my dick home again.

"Ooooooh. Fuck me mister, fuck me good." she pleaded.

"I am going to fuck you hard precious," I said as I grabbed her hands and held them over my head. Paula started to meet each one of my thrusts with her hips. I felt the warmth of her pussy juices on my cock, the slick feeling of her cunt walls. "Oh you are so fucking tight lady," I told her as I continued to pump into her.

"Fuck me mister, fuck me hard!!!!" she hissed. I lost all gentleness now and I started to push into her cunt with all my weight, feeling my pelvic bones crunch into hers. Instead of turning her off I could tell that she liked it rough and hard. I released her hands and she put her arms back around my neck and dug her nails into my flesh. I felt the cum building up in my groin and I pumped faster until I felt it reach the end of my dick and come out in large spurts. 

"Cum in me mister, cum inside me!!!!" she yelled.

I pumped hard and fast as I coated the back wall of her pussy with my juice and then I felt her stiffen and she dug her nails deep into my hide as she came like a freight train. "Oh my godddddddddddddddd!!!!!!!!!" she yelled.

After a minute or two, I stopped pumping but it didn't stop her as she tightened her legs around my hips and continued to ride my half-hard cock. 

After a few minutes, Paula released her legs from my hips and her hands from my back. She lay spread out on the couch, cum dripping from her smooth pussy and my sweat mingled with hers on her chest. 

"You are the best baby," she said to me as she kissed my neck.

"Was it everything you wanted baby," I asked her?

"When can we do it again John?"

"Whenever you can get away from that husband of yours and find a sitter for your son." I said.

"You don't have to worry about my husband," she said, he'd rather work than fuck. I got off of her and extended my hand to her. She got up and tried to straighten up her clothes as she walked toward the door and smiled at me. I looked at this hot married lady and wondered why the hell he would rather work instead of stay home and take care of business. I walked toward her and slapped her on the ass as she walked out the door. 

I grabbed my pants and started to slip them on. "7:00 next Thursday," I asked. 

"Like usual," she said as she walked into the kitchen. "And next time, I'm in charge." She shut the door and I shut the hood on my car and prepared to go home to my wife.



Precious Petite Ebony Paula



This story started over six years ago when I first encountered Paula. We met at work and became friends. Obviously I realized that she was gorgeous but this was at a time when I was quite the popular guy with the ladies already. Our most recent relationship started as an accident. What a wonderful accident it was. First let me take you to the beginning of the story.

Paula and I met at a law firm in Manhattan across the street from the World Trade Center. At the time I was 22 and sex was always on my mind. Being a tall attractive childless black man only help in cause of carnal conquests. Paula and I worked side by side in the communications department. Paula stood about 5'5" weighing in at about 130 pounds. Her complexion is a dreamy milk chocolate with light brown eyes. She wore here hair in shoulder length locks, a tribute to her Caribbean heritage. She often styled her locks in a ponytail or let them flow free. The icing on the cake was her body. Paula's frame was fit and trim slim and sexy. The only deviation form this structure was at the hips and her chest. Quite frankly Paula had a "Fuck me body". Her tits were a full and lovely 36C which seemed gigantic on her otherwise petite frame. Her hips jutted out and revealed a perfect round brown ass. Not too big and certainly not too small. Paula was probably the nicest person you could meet which made her even sexier.

Our conversations were innocent in the beginning ranging from lunch to last nights episode of Seinfeld. Through our chit chat I found out that she had a boyfriend that she was having trouble with and that she lived only a few blocks away from my house. We decided to go out for drinks on Christmas Eve since our job was letting us go knock off early. We went to the typical Manhattan after work bar complete with music, food and spirits. It was during this very first date that the signs were there but I didn't see it at the time. Once the liquor started coming Paula started to open up. Her personality was always perky and sweet. She was always quick to smile and call you "sugar" or "sweety" but now there was an sensual edge to her words. Not a nasty edge of course but a sexy purring kitten edge.

I have to admit that it was at this particular point that I really started to soak all of Paula in. At the time I attributed it to the alcohol intake that I began to lust after her. I was well aware that she was a popular topic at the office amongst the men. But as I stated earlier I was already doing quite well with the ladies so I wasn't as focused on her as my male counterparts. That changed fast as hell when she started telling me how she wanted to leave her boyfriend and hadn't had sex in with him in more than a month. Now my eyes feasted on this brown beauty. 

I looked at her full breasts while she spoke thinking of seeing my nine inches sliding in between them. She noticed a couple of times and just giggled like a little schoolgirl. As we sat at the bar she moved closer and started to talk about how she needs her boyfriend to act right sooner or she'd have to take matters in her own hands. Me being the predator that I was took that as a cue to order another round of drinks.

When our drinks arrived she excused herself to the ladies room. As she walked away I watched as her hips swayed enticingly under a black mid thigh skirt. All I could envision was her heavenly ass posing in mans best friend, a thong. I got caught up in a sports conversation while she was gone and by the time she returned someone had moved her barstool. When I turned around she was retrieving her jacket from the back of the stool and placing it on the back of mine. Now she turned her back to me and sidled up between my legs at the bar. I needing no further encouragement put my arms around her waist pulling her closer and my face nuzzled against hers.

"You know what I was thinking Jay?"

"I hope it's something good."

"I'll let you be the judge of that. I was thinking forget about my boyfriend tonight I can do what I want."

"Just what is it you wanna do?" Then she slowly rhythmically began to grind her hips and sweet ass against me as I rested in the barstool. Feeling her on me like that my jeans tented up. She obviously not only felt my arousal but was also turned on by it. She leaned back and kissed me with the most perfect sweetest full red lips any man could ask for.

"Just let me finish my drink and we're outta here daddy." Did she just call me daddy? I was lovin' it like McDonalds when she said those words. Now my mind is racing with thoughts of hot sweaty nakedness. As we continued to drink she would from time to time grind against me and I would push back. I was practically busting out of my jeans. I was feeling a bit raunchy so I grabbed her hand and guided it towards my throbbing cock. At first she went with it and at the last second pulled away. I wasn't that concerned at the time but it turned out to be another one of those signs that I was missing.

"Not yet big fella. You just hold your horses until we get alone."

"Not a problem sexy. You just got a brother all hot and bothered." She turned and looked at me with the look of a lioness on the prowl and said, "This is just the beginning."

When we finished our drinks I did the gentlemanly thing and put her coat on for her and then threw mine on. She turned to face me and I grabbed both of her hands and was pulling them down to her side to give her a kiss when she suddenly took her left hand and went straight to paydirt. I almost dropped when she gave my cock a long hard squeeze and closed her eyes in a dream y state and purred, "See what you made me do?" I was so turned on from her just doing it that once again I missed yet another sign.

We left the bar and headed for her house back in Brooklyn. The whole ride my mind was swimming in a sea of lust. All I could think about was fucking Paula and fucking her very hard. Paula alternately stroked my hair and cock driving me crazy. I was swerving in and out of lanes and cutting off the entire city of New York trying get to her house. When we arrived, Paula excused herself to her room to change. By this time I was heated up and looking for a release. I took a seat on her couch and looked around to see what furniture I would be placing her small frame on to pound. 

When she returned she had on a white silk robe tied at the waist. The robe fell about an inch below her ass and she obviously wasn't wearing a bra because her chocolate nipples were protruding through the material. My cock jumped at the sight.

Paula sauntered over to me as I began to unbutton my shirt.

"Do you like what you see Jay?"

"I love what I see baby." Paula then sat on the couch in front of me. My crotch was lined up perfectly with her face and she began to rub me through my pants. My cock was growling at this point as I had thoughts of shoving it deep in her mouth. She was using both of her hands stroking my cock and rubbing my heavy balls. Her breathing became shallow and she moaned softly. Then it happened.

Paula just stopped suddenly. "I can't do this. It's not right." Now you know I was already at the point of no return and these were not the words I was trying to hear.

"What's the matter baby? I now you didn't bring here to tell me that."

"I'm sorry Jay but I can't cheat on him. I love him. I've just had too much to drink. I can't do it." My mind was racing. I had to turn this around and quick.

"Paula I thought you were tired of how he treated you. You are too fine to put up with his bullshit." Her body language had changed and she was trying to cover up her body. I sat next to her to give it the old college try. "It's obvious that you want to do this Paula. You invited me over here got yourself all dressed up and you're digging me."

"I do like you Jay but I can't go through with this. I want to be faithful to him." As she spoke I was looking at her fat tits and her nipples were still hard. I also began to realize that I was getting very pissed off at the thought of her putting me through this bullshit. My dick was hard as hell and I wanted to fuck her real bad. I couldn't go out like this.

"Listen Paula I didn't come here to play games with you. You're digging me and I'm digging you. Your boyfriend is a fucking asshole and I'm here now. You're not gonna tease me and send me packing. I'm not having it." I don't know if it was the booze or I was just freakishly horny but I made the most important move in the history of our relationship. I reached out and grabbed her robe at the shoulders and ripped it open with lightning speed. Paula was caught off guard by the suddenness of my move.

"Jay stop! What are you doing?" She said it but she wasn't yelling. She put her hands over her now bare breasts and tried to stand up.

I grabbed her arms and simultaneously pulled them apart and down effectively slamming her down to the couch. Her tits were fully exposed as I held her arms in place. That's when I noticed that her nipples were STILL hard. 

"Jay please stop, don't do this. I can't I..." I leaned in and started sucking her tits. She had gorgeous large brown areolas and I went to work still holding her arms firmly in place. She writhed and squirmed as I alternately licked sucked and bit her tits. I took her arms and locked her small wrists together with one of my hands and held her arms over her head and started squeezing her brown boobs with my free hand.

"You can't do this. Please...please...stop." Paula said these words barely above a whisper. I mauled her tits with my hand and mouth. She tasted and felt like a piece of Heaven. Her tits were firm and full and I wanted to make sure I fucked them before the night was over.

"You don't want me stop. You know you want this dick Paula. That's why I'm here." I released her arms and stated squeezing both of her orbs. She was moaning now her eyes closed. I sat back and opened my pants and pulled out my fine nine. I grabbed her hand and placed it on my cock and guided it up and down forcing her to stroke me. I took my other hand went for her pussy. She was wearing with satin thongs and when I touched her she was soaking wet. It turned me on immensely to think that this was making her hot.

I moved her thong to the side and started to finger her dripping snatch. By now she was jerking my fuckstick without further guidance. Her eyes were glazed over as she focused intensely on her tiny hand manipulating my giant cock. She was murmuring incoherently as my fingers pistoned in and out of her cunt. She was bent at the waist jerking me and I grabbed her by the back of her neck and pushed her down towards my cock.

"It looks like you need a taste of cock." She put up a halfhearted attempt to fight against me but quickly submitted. I pushed her head down and raised my hips to meet her succulent lips. She opened her mouth and the head popped in. Oh my god that felt so fucking good to finally get my cock in her mouth. I pushed her further down and watched as her mouth stretched to accommodate my black snake.

It was extremely arousing as I soaked in the scene. Here I was forcing my cock in the mouth of this petite black beauty and her mouth is filled to capacity with throbbing meat. She tried to push herself up by putting her hands on my thighs and raising up. When I felt this resistance I just pushed her head down harder impaling her face on my cock. She tried to speak but with a mouth full of thick black cock I didn't understand or care what she was saying. She then got up to her knees on the couch and started bobbing her head up and down voluntarily. I kept one hand on her head and used my free one to get at her now raised ass and pussy.

"That's it sweetness. Suck daddy's big dick. I know you like this shit. Suck it real good for me." My words seemed to ignite a carnal flame as she increased her speed on my cock. I in turn smacked her ass forcefully.

"Unngghhh." Her eyes seemed to roll back in her head. I thought she might actually pass out and I let go of her head. She raised up off my cock and continued stroking me and let out a long moan. She seemed to be in a trance. Seeing she was not only okay but even getting hotter by the second I reached back and smacked her ass again and pushed her head back down to my cock.

"Mmmmmmmmm," was all she said as my cock was reinserted. I started working my finger in and out of her honey pot. Her pussy was tight and it was absolutely soaking now. I fingered her clit and worked her head up and down as she moaned to no end. I smiled as I listened to the sound of my black beauty losing herself in lust. It was becoming clearer by the second that sweet petite Paula may very well be an undercover fuck slut. The thought was intoxicating. I put both hands on her head and started to fuck her face. I wanted to see how much cock this little vixen could stuff into her mouth. She got about5 inches in and used her hand to continuously jerk me while I moved myself in and out of her mouth. I reached down and grabbed a handful of one her tits and sawed in and out her mouth. Her mouth was stretched so wide that I thought her jaw might unhinge at any moment. 

It's a beautiful thing to see a really hot chic suck a really big dick. It's even hotter when the chic is petite like Paula. As I fucked her face I tried to push even further in and her muffled moans just fueled the fire. I squeezed her tits harder eliciting a drawn out cry from her cock stuffed mouth. I pulled my big dick from her mouth and she gasped for air as a long string of saliva drooled from her mouth to my cock.

"You like that fat cock in your mouth don't you slut?" Paula wiped the spit from her face and lowered her eyes as she nodded her approval. I was convinced she was a fuck toy now. 

"I didn't hear you slut, speak up!" I took my cock and slapped her across the face as I said it. She looked up at me with a glimmer in her eyes.

"Yes. I love sucking big dicks." I placed my cock at her lips and told her to kiss it. She grabbed me with both hands and laid a long wet kiss on the head as she stared into my eyes.

"That's it baby. Show me how much you love that dick." As she kissed it I was pulling on her nipples. I then reached down and grabbed both of her ankles and lift her legs and spread them very wide. I pushed her legs back so that her thighs were crushing her fat tits and her pussy and ass was fully exposed hanging over the edge of the couch.

"It's time to fuck that tight hole of yours slut." As I lined up my cock to her snatch I realized that this was gonna be a tight fit. I pushed the head and watched as her pussy opened trying to get me in. She was squirming again actually trying to escape. But there was no way I was gonna let her run from this fucking. It turned me on as she wiggled. I just started pushing harder and harder until half of my pole was inside of her. Her eyes were wide in wonder as she looked down and saw my nine inch slayer splitting her pussy wide open.

"This is just what a hot little bitch like you needs Paula. You need a big dick to pound that tight cunt don't you?" She just whimpered her approval and I went for it. I just slammed the remaining four inches of dick into her on one brutal thrust. 

"Aaaarrrrrggggghhh!!!!" Paula threw her head back and screamed at the top of her lungs as I filled her super tight pussy with my wood. I swear my dick jumped and grew another two inches when she yelled. It was such a turn on knowing that I had her in this helpless position. Now I was gonna fuck her like she never felt in her life. 

I leaned into her legs and started stroking deep and slow savoring the heat and wetness of her slut pussy. Paula was trying to adjust to having a big one that deep and was beginning to moan. I took that as a signal as started to pick up speed and intensity. I locked her legs in place with my hands and began to pound her. I pulled my cock out up to the head and slammed it back in to the balls and grinded my hips in circles on every thrust. 

"O..o.oooooooooooo." Paulas head was twisting and turning like a scene from the Exorcist. She started to squeal like a stuck pig and I was losing control trying to fuck her brains out. On every stroke you could hear my balls slam into her tight asshole and her wailing at the top of her lungs.

"That's what I'm talking about you little piece of ass. I like to hear that shit. I'm just gonna fuck this little pussy even harder."

"Y...Y...Yeeeeeeesssssssss. Fuck me HARD. I...I....I ...lllloooooooove it." I grabbed her ankles and threw her legs on my chest and started to power fuck her. I was picking up speed getting closer to being a visual blur. In this position her big tittys were free and I almost blew my load as I watched them shake and jiggle on every violent thrust. I began bottoming out on every movement clapping our bodies together viciously. Her tits were vibrating at warp speed and were clapping together as I fucked her. She was screaming continuously as I felt the cum churning up in my nuts. I reached down and grabbed her around the neck and drilled her. I felt her pussy contract and spasm repeatedly.

"Oh f...ffffuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk. I'm cuuuuuuuuummmmming." When she said that I couldn't hold back. I gave a few final hard strokes and pulled out. I grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her towards my throbbing cock.

"Open up bitch." Paula dutifully opened her mouth as I began to spew. She locked her lips around my cock and started sucking down my seed. I snatched it from her mouth and with one hand still on her head I aimed my still shooting monster right at her pretty face. I hand pumped six or seven sticky, gleaming ropes of cum all over her face. As I coated her face she was spitting up cum. Her left eye was sealed shut her lips were soaked and cum was dripping off of her nose and cheeks. She was a total mess. Actually in my opinion she never looked sexier. I shoved my cock back into her mouth and ordered her to suck it. 

My dick hadn't dropped an inch as I watched her intently as she sucked me with tremendous vigor. She was loving every second of this and I was more than ready to fuck her even harder this time. As she sucked me with my cum stuck to her fine features the phone rang. She didn't blink until the answering machine picked up the caller. It was her boyfriend.

"Hi honey. Yeah I was just eating." She was eating all right. Eating big dick and hot cum. "Okay. I'll see you soon." The funny thing about this was, as she was talking to him she was jerking my cock. Even funnier to me was the fact that cum was smeared all over the telephone receiver and her words were garbled as my jizz rolled around her tongue as she spoke.

"Jay I'm sorry but we're going to have to cut this short. He'll be here in 20 minutes."

"No problem baby just let me get a little more of that mouth." With that said I shoved my cock back into her cum covered face and began to fuck her throat for a bit. I pulled out and got dressed and left.

When I saw her at work a few days later everything was cool. Our relationship blossomed into a sexual inferno. The common thread was always that I had to force her into at first and then she would submit and go all out. I coerced her into several dick rising episodes. There was the time that I had her wear a catholic schoolgirl type outfit to work and took her to a partners office after hours and ass fucked her to a screaming orgasm. She was the talk of the office that day as the men were going crazy over her clothing and meanwhile I had very special plans for her.

There was another time that she was having problems with her boyfriend again and I told her to dress in a nightgown and overcoat and jump into a cab to my house. When she arrived at my front door she started talking about him and I opened her coat and saw she had done as instructed and was wearing a red silk teddy and heels. I started fingering her smoldering pussy until she got weak in the knees. Then I picked her up and slammed her down on my cock and walked around fucking her in midair until she came so hard she drew blood as her long nails dug into my back.




Precious Petite Ebony Paula



Of course there was the Super Bowl incident. She came over to a friend's house to watch the Super Bowl with me. There was plenty of drinking and many of us passed out. I woke up on the couch next to her and a couple of other guys were still out for the count. My dick was hard and she had on a sexy skirt that turned me on. I grabbed her hand and put it on my cock. She resisted and I locked my hand over hers and began using her hand to stroke me. After a while she submitted and was jerking me passionately as one of the other guys woke up. She just went on breathing hard and mumbling jerking my big dick in full view. When I was cumming she leaned over and took every drop into her slut mouth right there. 

Probably my favorite scene was when I took her to Victorias Secret and Paula tried on a pink two piece set that featured a thong and a bra that made her luscious tits look magnificent. My dick got so hard I couldn't take it. I needed a release right then and there in the dressing room. So I let my fingers do the talking. When she resisted I reached in her soon to be purchased panties and worked on her steaming snatch. Once again she got weak in the knees and relented. I sat her on the bench and fucked her tits and mouth for ten minutes until she was gagging on black cock juice. When we exited the dressing room the attendant was beet red in embarrassment. I personally didn't give a fuck and winked at her on the way out. Paula was indeed a special fucktoy.

This went on for about a year and I fucked her every chance I had until I moved away for another job and lost contact. I hadn't talked to her in five years. I can't tell you how many times I would think about fucking sweet petite Paula over the years. I moved back to NY last year and then just like that lady luck smiled down on me. My friend Shawn had ran into Paula in the Bronx. She lived five minutes from Shawn and had given him her number and told him to make sure I called. When he told me that I almost came in my pants right there.

I called Paula that night and she told me that she had financial problems and wanted to take some erotic pictures and sell them to a skin mag. She explained that she knew she could trust me to take the pictures and keep her secret on the down low. She went on to say how relieved she was to see Shawn and be able to contact me. We decided to meet on Friday night at my place. 

Well once again the devil in my pants was awakened. After our years apart I had become a sexual animal. I was trying to fuck every woman that I could. If you were sexy and digging me I was not only going to fuck you I might even share you with the crew. The idea of fucking a ready made slut ran across my mind all night. I was determined to do something very special with precious Paula. It was time to take her to the limit.

In my mind this was going to be easy. I sat down with my boys Shawn and Kevin. I had related the stories of Paula's decadence many times but we never pulled the trigger. Now that I was back home and this opportunity presented itself it was time to make it happen. Shawn and Kevin were both chomping at the bit to get a piece of Paula. 

"Yo Jay I've been wanting to beat that for a long time. That chic is hot! I can't wait to hit it man." Shawn was obviously ready to get his freak on Kevin was beside himself as he paced around with a sick smile. 

"Has she ever tasted a white dick before Jay? I wanna be her first."

"That's a good question Kev but I never even asked. I'll tell you what though, you might not be her first but I bet you'll be her next. That's for damn sure!" We all fell out laughing and went on to discuss the particulars of this special conquest.

When Friday rolled around I couldn't think of anything but sex. Even more than usual and that's pretty scary. I got my apartment together and made my calls. Paula would be over around 8pm. I relayed the info to the fellas who were to be there when she arrived. Kev and Shawn showed up at seven and we started getting our buzz on throwing back some brews. We were all feeling raunchy when Paula rang the buzzer downstairs. I had to pull the leash on my dogs before we blew the whole set up. Paula rang the doorbell and when I opened the door we greeted with a long hug and kiss and I was immediately groping her tight brown ass over her skirt. I could tell the presence of Shawn and Kevin surprised her when she stepped in. She didn't realize until then that they had seen the whole display. But I was counting on her already knowing both of them well overriding any suspicion.

"Baby you know Shawn and I'm sure you remember Kevin right? They came over to watch the game. We'll go in the back in a little bit"

"Oh yeah of course. What's up guys?" Everyone exchanged pleasantries and Paula took off her coat and sat down. It was funny watching Shawn and Kevin stir in their seats as they eyed Paula who was wearing a mid thigh length skirt and a tight cleavage revealing sweater. 

"Can I get you a beer or something?" She accepted, as I knew she would and I went to the kitchen. When I came back I sat down next to her on the couch and immediately laid my hand on her exposed thigh and started gently stroking up and down. We chatted quietly while they watched the game and she had a couple more beers and I could tell she was nearing the danger zone. 

More and more was staring at me and glancing down at my crotch as I stroked her leg now. The only difference between now and earlier was I currently had my hand under her dress on her inner thigh. The alcohol and the slut inside of her were beginning to take over. I took her attention as a sign and I leaned in and started kissing her. I began to rub her tits with one of my hands. She finally started to push away just a bit and I squeezed her tit harder and held her tighter. I subsequently released and broke the kiss and her eyes went straight to Kevin and Shawn who were acting nonchalant. She got up to leave the room.

"Jay I'm going to the back and change. Meet me in your room in 10 minutes.

"No problem sweetness I'll be right in." I looked at the guys and they were beside themselves. The room was so full of testosterone that you could actually feel it. Kevin leaned over and in a hushed voice said, "Dude if I'm dreaming don't wake me up until I've banged that little girl. We're gonna make that slut scream." 

"Kev let me tell you something. Making her scream tonight will be half the fun. We're gonna give that tight little prissy pussy the fucking of her entire life. Just give me twenty minutes and it's on. Shawn just sat there grinning rubbing his cock through his jeans. It was going to be a very memorable night indeed.

I went into the bedroom and Paula had already disrobed. She laid seductively on my bed holding a glass of wine. She was now wearing a matching white lace bikini set. She had the camera sitting next to her. I grabbed it and began taking shots. I gave her instructions on my desired poses.

"That's it baby. Lie on your back and move your thong to the side. Nice, very nice. Now turn over and let me see that fat ass. Spread your pussy for me. Make it real nasty." I could tell she was getting hotter and hotter by the second. She had a dreamy look on her face as the alcohol was setting in. "Stay like that baby and rub your pussy. I want you soaking wet." She did as she was instructed and stayed bent over fingering herself. 

"Now baby pull your tits out of the top of your bra and bend over facing me. Let them hang down."

"Damn Jay I'm getting wet just posing for you. Do you like what you see?"

"I love what I see baby. Don't worry I'm definitely gonna put that fire out between your legs." My dick was dangerously hard. I could barely contain myself. I snapped away as she knelt on the bed fondling and squeezing her own tits while fingering her fuck box. I couldn't take it anymore. She was so fucking hot that her eyes were closed. I dropped the camera and undid my jeans and pulled out my throbbing pole. I walked over to her as she continued to moan as she brought herself close to orgasm. Her mouth hung open and I pushed the head to her lips. Her eyes popped open and she went after my cock like a starving Ethiopian. I put my hand on the back of her head and started sawing in and out. Her mouth seemed to be extra wet tonight and I loved the sensation.

"Yeah that's it. Suck my big dick. Get all of that dick. I want every fuckin inch in your mouth you little cocksucker." I have to admit the situation was becoming a sexual accelerant. The thought of what was going to happen here was turning me into a beast and I loved the way it felt. I applied more pressure on her head and pushed my hips forcefully towards her face. I looked down and saw her stretched out mouth and tears welling up in her eyes as I dug deeper. 

"That's a good girl Paula. You can take this cock all the way down. Daddy's got a surprise for you tonight. Actually two surprises. You're gonna love it. Yo, Kev,Shawn get in here!" I looked down at Paula as she tensed up and began trying to pull her head off of my cock. I held her tightly She was mumbling something but with 9 inches of cock hanging from her face it was hard to tell what. It's not like it made a difference anyway. Kevin and Shawn were already in their boxers when they came through the door. It had to be a surreal scene as they walked in. Here I was forcibly fucking her mouth as this piece of chocolate sat there with her sweet tits hanging out.

"Yeeeeeeaaaaahh Boy. That's what the fuck I'm talking about. I wanted to fuck this piece for years. I hope you're ready for some big dick bitch. It's time to get real nasty."

"Hello again Paula. Have you ever had a white dick?"

I pulled my cock out of her mouth and she gasped for air and tried to cover herself up. As quick as she pulled a sheet to cover her heaving tits I had snatched it back. "Paula just go with the flow. We're all friends here."

"I can't believe you Jay. What makes you think I'm gonna fuck your friends. You must be crazy."

"It's real simple babe. You're a fucking slut and we all know it. You think I haven't told these guys all about you? You love dick Paula and tonight you're gonna get plenty of dick to love. You still get your pictures taken and they'll definitely be worth a lot of cash when we're done with you. Either way you're getting fucked tonight. So either you just relax and be who you are or we're gonna have to go down another road. The choice is yours. Paula started to back away on the bed as we all closed in on our prey.

"I can't believe this is happening to me." Kevin couldn't hold back and pounced on her. He grabbed her legs and spread them wide and pushed her knees to smother her chest. He ripped her panties off in a snap. He dove in her hairless slit face first and began to eat her like it was the Last Supper. She reached down and tried to push him away and Shawn stepped up and grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms above her head. Her giant tits sprang up and my dick jumped another inch.

"Please don't do this. Don't do it." I reached down and started squeezing her melons.

"Relax baby you're gonna get what you need tonight just relax." Kevin was noisily eating her wet pussy licking, nibbling and biting her clit like a seasoned veteran. Shawn held her wrists in one hand and pulled his ten inch black python from his boxers.

"C'mon Paula. I heard you know how to suck a good dick. Show me what Jay is always bragging about." Shawn was rubbing his dick over her now closed mouth trying to get her to accommodate his member. "Help me out down there Kev." Kevin picked up the intensity in his oral manipulation and it worked. Paula's eyes popped open wide as saucers as Kevin had obviously found her spot.

"Oooooo my gooooooddddd." As soon as those words were out her mouth Shawn's dick was in. I was rock hard squeezing her tits and stroking my cock as she was impaled.

"Damn girl. That's what I'm talking about. Eat that dick!!!!" Shawn let go of her arms and started working himself in and out of her mouth. With her head hanging over the edge of the bed like this Shawn was able to dig deep into her throat. Paula's hands were fondling his balls and he joined me in molesting her tits. I wanted some of this steaming pussy bad. "Kevin let me show you dudes how to fuck a slut." Kevin raised up and I took his place between her legs. I lined up my cock with her dripping hole and I reared back and rammed in full force. The sound of surprise and pain was muffled by a mouthful of Shawn.

"This what you have to do to this little bitch. You gotta fuck her hard and deep." I grabbed her hips and proceeded to go to work. I was deep dicking her ferociously. I was extremely motivated by the sight of her big tits being mauled and jiggling as I pounded her and Shawn abused her mouth. I was trying to bottom out on every stroke and it was a beautiful thing looking at my cock stretch out her tight snatch. I grabbed her legs and threw them on my chest and grabbed a handful of hot black ass for leverage and pummeled her repeatedly.

"Take your dick out of her mouth Shawn so we can hear this whore for a minute." When Shawn pulled his cock out a huge web of saliva dripped down onto her precious angelic face. It was hot as hell seeing that. I picked up the pace and was hammering away at her. Her tiny body shook on every thrust. "You like that don't you slut?"

"Yeeeeeesssssss dddddddaddddddyyyyy. Ffffffuuuuuuuuuucck meeeeeeeeeee!!" I kept up my relentless pace and fucked her hard. 

"That's it Jay fuck that little cunt. Look at those fucking big tittys Kev."

"Forget about looking at them I'm gonna fuck em!" Kevin climbed up and straddled her jugs while I worked on her cunt. "Time for the sista to get a taste of some white dick. Kevin may be a white boy but he's packing black heat. Her threw a thick nine inches of man meat between her tits. I pulled out and told Shawn to come get some of this good pussy. He took my place in more ways than one. He obviously got the right idea and started to batter her tight hole. I grabbed the camera and started snapping away. These were gonna be some serious porn shots. One white dick between two fat chocolate tits and a black one drilling her drenched twat. Shawn was in ghetto heaven.

"This pussy is tight as Hell. This is one nice piece of ass Jay. What took you so long to share this with a brother?" Shawn was banging her in earnest. He was rocking her so hard that she couldn't concentrate on sucking Kevin's dick when it poked through her tits. Her head was alternately bobbing for cock and twisting around like it was on a swivel. Kevin was savagely squeezing her breasts together. It was like being a co star in my own skin flick. Her luscious tits were under duress as Kevin slid in and out poing her mouth. 

"Hold still slut. I want you to taste this pale pecker baby." Kevin took his cock from between her tits and started rubbing it over her thrashing face. It was very erotic watching my nubian sister get pimp slapped with a big white dick. The contrast in skin color was hot. I snapped away at this shot as Kevin bounced his tool off of her mouth. Shawn was lost in the pleasure of Paula's honey pot. I moved down to focus the camera on Shawn splitting her open.

"I'm telling you dog this is some good pussy. I waited seven years to beat this and it was damn sure worth it. Shawn was invigorated by his own words and starting hit her harder. Kevin was tonsil fucking her and her cries were suppressed. Kevin had a hand on the back of her head and was force feeding her his pole. Her mouth was open so wide by Kevs considerable girth that it looked like his cock had grown from the depths of her throat. This was a definite moneymaker.

"Let me get a go at that cunt Shawn. I gotta see what the fuss is all about."

"Gimme a second white boy." With that being said Shawn gave Paula a few final brutal thrusts and pulled out. With Kevin's dick dislodged from her mouth Paula was again was drooling and panting as she tried to recover. Kevin picked her up and sat down on the loveseat. Then he turned her around so that she was facing away from him. Kevin slapped her on her ass and pulled her over his thick one.

"I hope your ready for this Paula. I'm gonna show you just what a little black cunt like you deserves. He spread her ass with one hand and then slammed her down on his cock. "Arrrrrrggggghhhhh. Paula was impaled and it knocked the air from her lungs. Her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open in a wordless scream. Kevin held her tiny hips in hands and began thrusting up into her. He had a wicked grin on his face as he worked his white rod in and out of her caramel cunt. 

"Oh shhhhhhhhiiiiitttttttt. You're dick is ffffucckin biiiiiiiiig!"

"That's right bitch. It's big and it's mean too." Kevin wrapped his arms around her waist tightly and started to absolutely power fuck her small frame. Shawn and I moved closer and Shawn wrapped her hand around his stiff prick while she bounced wildly on Kevins dick. Her tits were bouncing around in an amazing and enticing way. Her creamy brown nipples were hard and begging to be pinched. Paula was squealing in delight as Kevin stabbed her box and Shawn guided her hand up and down his black rod. I took this opportunity to put down the camera and get some head.

"Let me see your tongue baby." She stuck out her tongue as she bounced and jerk Shawn. I started rubbing my cock on her tongue and as she thrashed around form the animal like pounding, my spit slick cock bouncing all over her face. There were so many wonderful images from this night but this was one of my favorites. She was being assaulted from below, her head was bobbing around, her face spit covered and being slapped with one black cock and jerking another. Just what every fuck toy should experience. Kevin then reached around and grabbed two handfuls of tits and used them for leverage. He was slamming his cock up into her while pulling her down by her fun bags. The sound of her ass crashing into his lap echoed through the room.

"Fuck that hot little snatch Kev. This ho loves being fucked."

"Well I love fucking her" Kevin had a firm grip on her huge tits as the warm breast flesh spilled out from between his fingers. He finished up with some more wicked strokes and pulled out. I grabbed a handful of hair and started fucking her mouth once more. This girl was born to suck dick. This tiny girl really knew her way around a big dick. She was humming while she sucked me and I knew then that she was gone. Any ounce of innocence she had ever possessed was gone for good. We had turned her out completely. 

I worked my cock in and out savoring her hot wetness. I turned her head to the side and stretched out her cheeks. Kevin was now taking pictures and I made sure she looked at the camera as my big one stretched her cheeks obscenely. She was a sight of pure decadence intently jerking Shawn while I used her mouth for my pleasure. The icing on the cake was that as she sat there she was furiously rubbing her snatch. She was on fire. I pulled out and picked her up and told her to get on her knees on the loveseat. 

"Lets see that thick black ass slut. Time to ride you proper like." She did as she was told and I got behind her and pushed my way in. I started thrusting and soaking in the euphoric feeling of her hot velvet pussy. Kevin moved around to the back of the couch and fed Paula more of her favorite snack. Shawn took up with the camera on the side. I started spanking Paula's tight brown ass. It put her into overdrive on Kevin's cock.

"Well well well. Looks like somebody likes getting her ass smacked. I think she's been real naughty Jay. What about you?"

"Oh yeah. She's been a nasty little ho haven't you Paula?" I slapped both of her ass cheeks twice very hard and she yelped over Kev's rod. I smacked her ass repeatedly and began to beat her pussy hard. I could feel her contract around me and knew she was going to blow again. I grabbed her hips and locked tight as I commenced to go deep. Her brown butt mesmerized me as it jiggled on every thrust. I was banging away at her when I thought to myself that I wanted to see just how hard I could fuck her. I wanted to make her scream. I was getting wicked and I wanted to push her over the edge. 




Precious Petite Ebony Paula



I braced my legs and began to positively jackhammer her tight twat as hard and as fast as I could. I was drowning in lust as I imposed my will on her petite frame. She lost all focus on Kevin and was in a cock crazed trance. When our bodies crashed against one another now it was loud and thick combined with her heaving tits smashing together. I grabbed both of her arms and pulled them behind her back and bore deep into her wet canal.

"Yyyyyeeeeesssssss. Beat this pppuusssyyyyyyyyy." I now grabbed her shoulders and dug deeper harder and faster. My hips were a hydraulic blur as I did my thing. She was once more rendered speechless as her impending orgasm rose to the surface. I spanked her fat ass and power banged her some more when she blew.

"Ffffffffuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkk!!" Her snatch pulsed and squeezed me inside of her. Her body was convulsing and Both Kevin and Shawn joined in on smacking her brown booty. She was continuously cumming as she was being spanked and deep dicked. I withdrew my cock and Shawn scurried to take my place.

"I got big plans for you honey." Shawn grabbed her hips and pushed her face all the way down. In this position her brown globes were pointed straight to the sky. Shawn stood up on the couch and began to pound down into her. He alternately slapped and grabbed a handful of ass as he used her body. He then started to push his thumb into her super tight ass as he fucked her. It was driving her crazy feeling the sensation.

"Looks like chocolate likes a finger up her ass huh?" She was panting as he manipulated her holes. 

"I'm sure I can do better than a finger." Shawn picked up the ferociousness of his ass spanking. Paula thrashed about as another orgasm began to build up in inside of her. It was a tantalizing and erotic sight watching her hot ass being spanked like a dirty schoolgirl. Her ass vibrated and waves of impact rippled as he assaulted her. 

"Yyyyooour dick is so fffffuuuuccccking fffaaaaattttt. Arrrrrrrrgggggghhhhh!!!!!"

Paula exploded as Shawn inserted another finger into her chocolate paradise. He pulled out and began to furiously rub her clit as she shivered and convulsed her way through a mind numbing orgasm. Shawn turned her to face the arm of the couch and Kevin sat there facing her. They must've discussed this move as they moved sure and swift. Shawn dipped his cock into Paula's drooling snatch and withdrew. He then placed the head at her brown eye and pushed. When Paula threw her head back and her mouth opened Kevin grabbed the back of her head and fed her his rod.

"Give it to her man. I wanna see you pound that black ass as hard as you can! I'll fuck her pretty little mouth and keep the slut quiet."

"Believe me Kev she's getting this ass drilled real good!" Shawn pushed three, four, five, six, seven and then everything he had to offer to the hilt and stood still. Paula's eyes nearly popped out of her head. Her cries were muffled by nine inches of white dick lodged in her face. They were like sadistic sex twins as they impaled her from both ends. It wasn't hard to tell that they had waited a long time to do this. Shawn was reveling in the feel of her tight ass swallowing his pole. He started moving slowly, as did Kevin until they picked up the pace. Kevin used her hair as handle bars and Shawn started to go to work on her ass. I started snapping pictures again knowing full well that this moment needed to be framed forever. Shawn reached down and wrapped his arms around her stomach and started to ride our tiny fuck doll.

"That's it boys give that slut what she deserves. I know she loves it. Don't you Paula?"

"Mmmmmmrppphhh." Shawn was working her ass very hard thoroughly enjoying the nastiness of the situation. Kevin thrusted in her mouth with a devilish grin. He pulled out and Paula immediately started screaming because Shawn was now at warp speed in her backdoor. Kevin started slapping her about the face with his engorged meat. She looked as if she may pass out Shawn was pounding her so viciously but Kevin was keeping her conscious with well timed dick slaps to the lips and jaw.

"Kev come get some of this sweet ass." Shawn pulled out and Paula collapsed into a heap. Kevin pulled her up and slid beneath her. He positioned her over his johnson and pulled her down filling her ass to the brim once more while holding her legs very wide. Shawn moved in with big plans. He lined himself up with her pussy as a dazed Paula realized what was about to take place.

"Noooooo!! You're going to kill me. I'm too small. Don't do it. Pleeeeeeeaaaaassse!!"

"Don't fret whore. You're gonna love this shit. Two big dicks slamming into two tiny holes. What could be better?" Shawn wedged his way into her pussy and all hell broke loose."

"Aaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!" Paula lost it. She was so loud I thought the neighbors would be calling the cops. There's only one thing for me to do. 

"Eat this bitch." I rammed my cock into her screaming hole and started touching tonsils. I looked down and she was sweating profusely and her arms were flailing about. I imagine a nicer bunch would have taken mercy on her but us being depraved half rapists were only fueled by her actions. I admit I was so turned on by seeing her totally and completely cock whipped that I grabbed her tits and head and began to go into overdrive mauling her. Her protests were thwarted by three very big dicks ramming her into submission. Neither of us showed an ounce of mercy as we tossed her lithe body around. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer when I realized that she seemed to have begun to go with the rhythm of our manipulation.

"Her ass is so fucking tight I'm gonna blow real soon. I love thisblack asss!!!" Kevin was the happiest man on Earth.

Her eyes were closed and she was moaning. She was loving it. What a fucking whore!!! I snatched my cock from her mouth and a web of saliva was followed by sweet music to our ears. 

"Fuck the shit outta me you sick bastards. I want you to cum all over my face." Needing no further encouragement we started to increase the tempo to an astounding level. I was lost in lust and fucked her mouth like I was in her juicy snatch. She was gagging and moaning as we defiled her relentlessly. I felt a tidal wave building up in my balls that was roaring towards release as I pulled out. Shawn and Kevin gave her a few more inhuman strokes and dislodged. Shawn basically threw her down to her knees as we surrounded her wanking three fuck sticks an inch from her face. I couldn't hold back another second.

"Open wide girlfriend." Paula opened up and I stuck my cock in throat deep and started to spurt. Paula started to suck like an animal as I emptied myself. I kept cumming in her guts and began to withdraw. My spurts seemed to be getting stronger rather than weaker and when my cock was free from her mouth I was shooting like a water canon. Stream after stream of blazing hot cum bombed her lovely face. Two on her left cheek, two more across her nose and two impossibly thick streams to her forehead and hair. She was spitting cum form her mouth as I gave her my special makeover.

My eruption caused a sick chain reaction as Kevin and Shawn blew simultaneously. It was the wildest thing I ever seen with my own eyes. It was like she was caught in a cum crossfire with no cover. These dudes absolutely blasted her. Shawn whitewashed the left side of her face and Kevin handled the right. She tried to catch some in her mouth but found herself choking. They sprayed her tits as well as her face. Her eyes were sealed shut. Every inch of her face which was once sweet brown chocolate was now white and dripping. It was like her head was dipped in a bucket of Elmers glue. Cum was coming out her nostrils, caked up in her hair it was everywhere.

"Look at that shit. What a fucking mess. You're the sexiest bitch in the city baby." Paula was speechless. Speechless may not be the right word. More like incapable of communication. She was coughing up cock juice and couldn't get a word out. She remained bowed before us a picture of debauchery. Such a perfect picture that I had to snap away with my camera. She finally regained the ability to speak.

"That was the best fuck I ever had in my life. I love you fuckers."

"We love you too baby and there's plenty more where that came from. Whenever you need to get dicked down you can always holla at us. I know Kev and Shawn feel the same way. Right fellas?"

"Fuck yeah!" the twins sounded off in unison.

After that episode we must've fucked Paula twice a week for six months and it never ever got old. When I developed the pictures she was so turned on that she sucked us all off for a job well done. She's truly a special girl and I don't mind sharing her or her story because every man should experience a woman like this.

Feedback is not only welcome but also encouraged. I hope you enjoyed. 



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Petra blinked. She blinked again. She couldn't lie. "Well, no, but-"

Ingrid shook her head. "Well it doesn't always taste great, but my husband has a good diet and his is always sweet." She said proudly. "I really think, if you're ever going to try it, you might as well try it now because it won't get any less painless than this." 

Petra debated. She seemed to be in a staring contest with the one-eyed monster in front of her. Finally, her mouth opened a little. Henry's eye bulged at the little hole in the tent.

Mrs. Wagner smiled. She put her hand gently behind Petra's neck, and eased her towards the pulsing muscle in front of her. 

Mr. Wagner took his cock in hand and started stroking. Petra waited, kneeling in front of it, a look of mixed emotions on her face. Ingrid's hand went to her husband's massive balls and squeezed them, coaxing his seed out. Suddenly his hips bucked.

"Open your mouth." Ingrid whispered insistently. Petra's lips parted wide.

A thick stream of semen jetted out of Mr. Wagner's cock. The white rope of honey spilled into Petra's mouth, leaving a little trail down her chin.

"Keep it open, there's more. Don't waste it." Ingrid said, her hand still on Petra's neck. Petra obediently kept her mouth open. Mr. Wagner kept stroking, and another ivory plume spilled forth between her waiting lips. Then another, and another. Soon Petra's small mouth was full, and the cum dribbled down one cheek. 

"Hurry, swallow, there's more." Mrs. Wagner said, apparently knowing her husband's volume. Petra gulped once, and hurriedly opened her mouth again. A final big shot of cum leaped onto her tongue, and that was it.

Petra closed her eyes, rolling the cum around in her mouth. She swallowed slowly. Her eyes opened, and she had a look of happy surprise on her face.

"It tastes good." She said. Ingrid smiled. Petra couldn't seem to believe it. "And...it's a total turn-on." She added in wonder.

Petra leaned forward, a hungry look in her eyes. She lifted Mr. Wagner's deflating member into her mouth, and sucked hard, licking and pulling on it with her lips. Ingrid sat back with a satisfied look on her face.

"That's all there is?" Petra asked, half-joking. She licked her lips, her voice filled with a real yearning. "I want more." 

Mr. Wagner was about to say something, but Ingrid cut in, flashing a look at her husband. She could tell he had enjoyed the lesson a little too much for her taste.

"Well, I'm afraid that's all the milk you're going to get from this cow, he's mine." Ingrid said firmly. "But I think you know of a young man nearby who'd be happy to feed you if you're hungry." Ingrid said. 

Petra smiled, understanding. If only they knew how 'nearby' I was, Henry thought. Probably best that they don't.

He watched the two hug as Mr. Wagner pulled up his pants. 

Henry realized he better get back to his tent. He carefully pushed the flap of material back down, hoping nobody would notice, and headed back through the dark.


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Once in his tent, Henry stripped down to get into his sleeping bag. 

Before he got in, however, he stood there, he toned body naked in the cold air of the tent, remembering the scene. He imagined he was Mr. Wagner, standing there, with Petra's mouth on his cock. His hand went absently to his erection, and he stroked the length a little. 

He remembered her small, tight frame, hunched on her knees, dwarfed by the huge bear of a man and his cock in front of her. He felt jealousy, but also lust. His hand continued to massage his swollen member, his other hand caressing his balls.

Suddenly he was coming. He tried to hold it back, straining, but hot white semen squirted out of his contracting penis. It spilled onto the canvas floor in a few large squirts, and then dribbled out of the head. 

Henry laughed. He could almost hear Mrs. Wagner admonishing him. "Now, now, this is exactly what I'm talking about. Terrible." She'd say. 

Then he heard footsteps outside. Oh no! Petra was coming. Henry threw his backpack down to cover the spot on the floor and leaped into his sleeping bag. A moment later the zipper to his tent was creaking, and a dark silhouette appeared against the night sky. 

"Hey, you awake?" Petra whispered. 

"Yeah, come in." Henry said. Petra closed the flaps behind her. She flopped onto his big down sleeping bag and pulled him in for a deep kiss. She tasted like toothpaste. Henry smiled.

Then he felt her hands sliding down his belly, searching. He felt his limp penis dribble a little cum onto his leg. He realized suddenly the position he was in. Petra had come for a 'snack', and he was fresh out. His mind raced.

"Hey, whoah. Not right now." Henry said. Petra stopped.

"Why?" she asked. He thought and thought. 

"Well, maybe later. I'm just feeling really tired. Today took a lot out of me."

"Are you serious?" She asked, disbelieving. "Come on, I want to do something for you. Something special." She said. Henry pulled her searching hands out of the sleeping bag.

"I'm interested, believe me." He tried willing his cock into erection, but it was still in shock. Being nervous about her realizing what he had just done wasn't helping. "Maybe come back later?" He asked hopefully. Petra realized he was serious.

"Oh." She said, feeling disappointment. Her body had discovered a new appetite, and she was eager to fulfill it. "Well okay. But it's almost curfew, and I might not be able to sneak over." She said, trying to sway him. Curfew was supposedly to keep the campers from getting attacked by wild animals, bears and mountain lions and the like, but most knew it was also to prevent too much hanky panky between the camps. 

"Well, if not tonight, then come back tomorrow night. Promise?" Henry said.

"Alright." Petra understood, and shelved her disappointment. She gave him a deep kiss and headed off into the night. 

Henry lay down, breathing easier. 

Then he saw a flashlight waving around outside. Voices. He got up and peeked through the tent flaps. 

A little ways away, Richard was talking to Petra. Henry's stomach tightened; he thought maybe Richard was going to try and get her in trouble.

"I'm just heading to the bathroom." He said, waving his flashlight around.

"Oh, yeah? I was just...getting a snack before heading to bed." Petra said. She started to walk off. Richard changed his direction.

"Well let me walk you back. You should really have a flashlight, you know." He chided. His voice grated on Henry's nerves. The flashlight receded.

Henry didn't think Petra would do anything with Richard, but all the same he decided that he should go check on her in a little while. He lay back down. 

Henry thought again about the night's events, and eventually felt his cock coming back to life. He planned on getting get up to go pay a visit to Petra in a few minutes.

He closed his eyes, and started fantasizing about what would happen when he got to her tent.


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Sunlight streamed into the tent through the open flaps. What time was it? Henry groped for his watch. Then he remembered Petra, and how he'd meant to go and visit her the night before. Damn it! He blew his chance. 

He cursed himself as he got dressed, but then remembered that there was always tonight. And all the nights after tonight. 

No biggie. Henry stepped from his tent whistling.


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The day went by uneventfully. Petra and Mrs. Wagner had left early with a group going to dredge a pond. Henry ended up in another trash-collecting group, led by none other than Mr. Wagner. 

Henry played dumb and kept the conversation casual, and the day cruised by. 

Back at camp, Petra's group came in late, and Henry missed her at dinner. Finally, he caught sight of her on the way to the showers when everyone else was going to bed. 

Like everyone from her group, Petra was dirty from head to toe. Dark muck caked her boots and was splattered on her ankles and calves. Her hands and forearms were smudged with the dark earth, and she had a smear on her cheek. 

"You look like hell." Henry said. 

"Gee, thanks. We were dredging a pond. Took forever." She said. Then she pulled off her jacket, and Henry gulped. There were two mud-black handprints, one over each breast of her white t-shirt. 

Petra caught his glance. She laughed.

"Oh that was just me, see?" She placed a hand over each print, cupping her breasts. Henry tried to laugh, it was sort of funny. Petra let go of her breasts and sighed. "God I'm tired. I think I'll turn in after my shower."

"Oh. I was hoping you might come by for a visit tonight." Henry said.

"Oh yeah." She said. "Well, I don't know." She seemed distracted by something, but she didn't express it. "Maybe. We'll see, okay?" She said. 

"Okay." Henry said. He gave her a brief kiss and she headed for the showers. On her ass were two more black handprints. Henry shook his head. He wanted to laugh. 

There was something in her voice that wasn't right, though. She was tired, surely, but something else was keeping her from committing to coming to his tent. He wondered what it was.

Back at his tent, Henry lay in his sleeping bag, listening to the minutes tick by on his watch. Curfew came and went, and still no Petra. Every once in a while he heard footsteps, but every time he looked out it was just one of the guys leaving their tents, probably off to use the bathroom.

Well, that's what he deserved, Henry thought, for screwing things up the night before. He left it at that and tried to go to sleep.

And just then, Henry heard what he had been waiting for: footsteps crunching in the pine needles outside his tent. He leaped up, certain it was her. Tearing open the flaps, he was startled to see Mrs. Wagner standing in front of him. 

Worse yet was the worried look on her face.

"Hey Mrs. Wagner. What's up?" He asked. She didn't answer right away, and was at a loss for words. That didn't seem like her at all. Something had to be seriously wrong.

"Uh, listen. There's a problem." She said, biting her lip. Henry waited. "You better get dressed and come with me." She said finally.

Henry got dressed in his tent, wondering what it could be about. As he pulled on his socks he realized she was probably freaked out about what happened the night before. Henry joined her outside the tent, ready to deal with it.

"Listen, I talked to Petra like you suggested.' Mrs. Wagner said with some uncertainty. Henry couldn't think of a way to explain what he knew without telling the truth, so that's what he did.

"I know." He said. "It's okay, I saw everything."

Ingrid stopped. "You saw everything?" She asked. Henry nodded.

"Yeah...I was going over to Petra's tent to talk to her and I overheard your conversation. Then when Mr. Wagner showed up...I...well I cut a little hole in the back of Petra's tent, and watched." The last bit came out slowly, and Henry realized how foolish it sounded.

Mrs. Wagner just stood there.

"You...cut the hole in the back of Petra's tent?" She asked him.

"Yeah. I know, it was bad. I'll patch it up, I promise. Besides, these tents are old anyway." He offered. Mrs. Wagner's expression didn't change.

"Follow me." She said. 

They circled around behind the girl's camp a little. Ingrid took them out of the way, through the trees, and Henry wondered why. She stopped him a little distance from Petra's tent. It was dark. 

To Henry's chagrin, he could see the little hole he had cut in the tent. It had widened a little, for some reason, and stood out as a little black void against the material. 

"Oh geez, yeah, that looks bad. I'll fix it, I promise-" He started in, but Mrs. Wagner hushed him with her finger against her lips. Then she pointed.

A figure detached itself from the shadows. It was big, obviously male. One of the campers, apparently. He walked quietly up to the back of Petra's tent, and stopped to whisper something. Henry couldn't hear it, and the confusion played on his face as he turned to ask Mrs. Wagner what was up. She just pointed.

The man reached down and unzipped his pants. His cock popped out, and to Henry's horror, he pushed the head of it through the hole in the tent. 

Stunned, Henry sat down with a thump in the pine needles. But he couldn't stop watching. 

The guy started pumping in and out of the hole in the tent, his hands on his hips. Henry didn't know how long went by, a minute or an hour, but soon the dark figure was climaxing. He gave a hushed moan, thrust a few last times into the hole, and then bent down to pick up his pants.

Henry felt Mrs. Wagner's hand on his shoulder. She looked at him, a weird mixture of consolation and sheepishness on her face. 

"I'm sorry." She whispered. "I think she got together with that fellow Richard last night, and she was acting pretty randy around the guys today at the pond." Mrs. Wagner frowned. " I feel partially responsible..." She said. "Like I created a monster." 

Henry looked up at her, and in spite of himself, he chuckled wearily. Ingrid laughed too, putting her hand over her mouth. 

Henry looked back to the hole in the tent. No light escaped. It was truly a black hole, a void into which his relationship with Petra had been sucked, leaving his mind drifting in uncertainty. 

He waited, but no other men approached. Yet.

"How many has she…you know..." Henry asked, horrified but strangely intrigued.

"Oh...I don't know. I saw one, on accident, and then watched another before I went to get you." Mrs. Wagner got serious again. "Do you want me to bust her?" She said.

Henry pondered it, but decided against it. After all, he was the one that started this thing. He stood up and brushed the pine needles off his pants. 

"No. I'll go talk to her." He said. Mrs. Wagner patted him on the back. 

"I'll wait here for a little." She said. 

Henry walked quietly towards the tent. Could she see him? He wondered. He was going to walk around to the front when he heard a whisper. 

"Hsst. Over here." Petra's voice hissed through the hole. 

Henry's heart fell. He realized he had secretly been hoping that it was someone else's mouth in there. 

He stepped towards the little hole. It had indeed widened a little. Petra's index finger poked out. It made a 'come here' motion.

Henry felt a weird, sick thrill. He stepped closer. 

"Push it through." Her voice whispered. Henry heard lust in her voice. He stood there for a moment, wondering what to do. He looked back at Mrs. Wagner, who was watching carefully. 

"Come on, whip it out." Petra said, giggling. "I'm hungry for a snack."

The word 'snack' hung in the air between Henry and the hole. The word had never sounded so disturbing in his ears before.

He could feel her eagerness like a heat through the fabric of the tent. Then her little pink tongue stuck out of the hole piercing the black and unsettling the equilibrium.

Henry sighed. 

He walked away from her tent, hands in his pockets. 

Mrs. Wagner followed him into the woods. They walked together in silence for a few minutes.

"Well, I'll get my husband out to start enforcing the curfew better." She said. "I am sorry, though." 

"It's not your fault." Henry said wearily. "I'm going to bed."

Mrs. Wagner stopped Henry and him a hug. They separated into the night. Henry got to his tent, and lay awake thinking for a long time before drifting off into slumber.


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Henry woke with a start. 

The flaps of his tent were fluttering loose, and he could hear someone stepping towards him. A small feminine foot stepped onto the lower part of his sleeping bag, making a soft rustle.

"Hey, wait-" Henry whispered. Through his sleep-fogged brain he could hear the bells going off, and he knew he had to stop her.

She ignored him. Her knees sank down into the thick down sleeping bag. The zipper creaked, slowly at first, then faster. Henry's brain started to wake up, and he searched for the right words to say. Nothing came to him, so he kept it simple.

"Stop." he said.

But she didn't stop. She split open his soft cocoon of a sleeping bag. She pulled it apart, eager to expose him. Henry felt a rush of cool night air through his fleece pants. Her hands immediately went for his waist, her fingers fumbling with the cinch, insistently tugging at the cord. 

It was weird; Henry could feel the need in her hands as they worked. In the dark, unable to see her face, he knew exactly what it looked like anyway. Her fingers betrayed her hunger.

Henry felt the nylon rope holding his pants up loosen. That was it. He was awake now, and this was going to stop. Henry fumbled for his flashlight, and found it. He aimed the beam at the dark silhouette of her head, and clicked it on.

The beam flashed on. The determination in his face slid away, replaced by utter confusion. 

There, leaning over him, was the face of Mrs. Wagner.

She blinked at the flashlight, and Henry moved the beam aside. Her expression relaxed, and she looked at him, her deep blue eyes trapping his gaze. Her lips were curled up slightly in a smile, but there was a hint of nervousness in her features. 

Henry expected her to speak, but she just stared into his eyes. There was a question there, behind them, and he realized she was waiting for his reaction. 

He took in the scene. The flashlight beam was bouncing off the side of the tent, casting a warm glow around them. 

Ingrid was kneeling between his legs, dressed in a loose white t-shirt and sweats. The t-shirt had a v-neck, and through that opening he saw the deep line of her cleavage as her breasts hung in front of her. They heaved slightly up and down, and he realized her breath was coming in puffs. Whether from nervousness or the cold, Henry wasn't sure. 

Her toned, bronze arms were in front of her, lovely forearms curving down to her delicate wrists. Her knowledgeable hands were on him, her fingers hooked under the waist of his fleece pants, ready to pull them down. 

And suddenly Henry saw Mrs. Wagner, not as the woman he had known, the motherly camp counselor and family friend. He saw her as just a girl, who snuck into a boy's tent after curfew. And here she was, hunched over him, eager to...do something.

"Mrs. Wagner..." Henry started, not sure what he was going to say.

"Henry,' Mrs. Wagner said softly. "Just for tonight, will you please call me Ingrid?" 

Henry exhaled a small laugh. He tried the word out.

"Ingrid." He said. But once again, he wasn't sure what he was going to say past that. Fortunately, his body spoke for him.

He felt himself stir. Ingrid felt it too, and she looked down at the fabric clutched in her fingers. There was a bulge in his fleece pants, and it was growing.

Ingrid looked back up at him. The nervousness was gone from her eyes, and it was replaced by a warm, satisfied smile. And then something else crept in, something that sent a hot shiver up Henry's spine. 

Ingrid looked hungry.

Henry leaned back into his pillow. Ingrid's lips came together in a triumphant half-smirk, but she looked over her shoulder at the loose flaps of his tent, then glanced at the flashlight. 

Henry knew she wanted him to turn it off, but he just had to see this. He made a compromise, and pushed the face of the flashlight up against his backpack, so only a tiny glow of light bounced out. His eyes adjusted, and he saw Ingrid's face relax, and her attention go back down to his pants.

Her mature hands pulled his pants down, sliding them over his legs and off his feet. Then she reached up and hooked her fingers under the elastic of his underwear, and looked up for one more nod of approval. The eagerness must have been apparent in his eyes because a tiny confident smirk danced across her lips again, and she tugged his briefs down.




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With his underwear off, Ingrid settled in, kneeling between his knees. Her face came down to inspect him, and she emitted a nice little hum of appreciation. Henry was just about as big as her husband, if not a little larger.

Her fingers slid gently under his length, which was now thick and fully engorged. Her full lips opened, and rubbed the head across them sensually. Her tongue did a little swirl around the helmet, and then she sucked the length into her mouth. One hand slid under his balls and cupped them. The other hand reached behind him, fingers gripping his back muscles as she pulled him into her mouth.

Her lips slid expertly up and down his shaft, with a hot firmness that made him feel warm all over. He loved watching her mouth work. Then his eyes strayed down to her breasts, bouncing up and down slightly with the efforts. His hands slid down under her arms, and glided over the white fabric of her v-neck. 

Her breasts were heavenly. They filled his hands, hanging there, soft curves full of sensual weight, suspended below her svelte body. He felt her nipples hardening under the fabric, and wanted to slide his fingers in to find them.

Ingrid leaned forward into the caress for a moment, guiltily enjoying the heat of his hands on her bosom. But then she brought her hands down over his and gently pulled them up. 

She placed his hands on the back of her head instead, nestling them in her tied-up hair. Then she spoke for the first time, her voice a whisper.

"You'll need to guide me in a moment. I won't be able to move much, because I'll be concentrating on breathing." She said. 

Henry was confused, and she saw it. She laughed softly, and then opened her mouth to take him in again. With one hand she guided his cock into the dark wet opening between her lips. Henry felt his head push against the back of her throat, and he instinctively started to pull back. 

But she held him firmly in her hand, and wiggled her head from side to side a little. He felt the thick helmet of his cock rubbing the back of her throat, and suddenly realized why she was going to have to concentrate on breathing. 

Her throat opened up, and his cock slid down. It was an intense feeling, for both of them. Her throat was warm and tight, and his cock was swollen, nestled deep inside. Her lips were at the base of his cock, and he was totally enveloped. He felt her hands clutch his ass, her fingers digging into his flesh as she adjusted to the sensations. 

And then her big blue eyes, welling with tears from the exertion, looked up at him. Gently, he got a better grip on her ponytail, and pumped her head once, slowly.

The feeling was exquisite. It was like squeezing his cock in a swollen velvet channel. And seeing her there, kneeling between his legs, his cock buried deep in her throat, a look of intense focus and lust on her face...it was amazing.

Henry watched Ingrid's nostrils flare, and he realized she really was having to concentrate on breathing. Eager to make the most of her exertions, he started pumping her head in his lap, slowly at first. Her lips made wet sounds on his cock as they slid up and down. She helped a little, bobbing up and down with increasing speed.

Suddenly Henry was close, and he didn't want to hold back. He thrust a few more times, deep into her, and then felt the familiar throb ripple through his muscle. Ingrid felt it too, and she pulled back, sliding him out of her throat. 

She gasped, gulping in a big breath of air. Then quickly she thrust his head back into her mouth. She moaned, fully enjoying the sensation of a heavy cock in her mouth, her oral receptors on overdrive. Her hands came alive again, massaging his nuts, her fingers telegraphing hunger for his release.

He came. His semen jetted out forcefully. The first stream splashed over her tongue, and she swallowed it down. She moaned, savoring it, and he felt the voice of her pleasure vibrate up the length of his cock, then spread out into his guts. 

Then she withdrew it, aiming it at her open mouth, her hand fluttering up and down the saliva-coated length, pulling forth the next gush. He watched it shoot out, a white glistening rope which shot over her teeth and into her throat. 

She kept pumping, and he spurted again. This time the aim was a little off and his hot honey jetted over her cheek. Ingrid smiled, and kept pumping, her fingers fiercely kneading his balls, milking them. He looked into her eyes and saw something he had always wanted to see – insatiable hunger for his seed. 

And he fed her with one more big stream. A white plume gushed out, and she caught it on her tongue, lapping it up. Henry's muscles relaxed. He was spent. 

Realizing no more was coming, Ingrid rolled the last mouthful of cum across her tongue, savoring it. The pleasure showed in her flushed cheeks, her smiling lips. She swallowed it, then leaned down to milk the last few drops out of his shrinking member. Her lips formed a vacuum on is head and she sucked firmly, her hands gently massaging his balls. He felt the last dribble of cum slide of out him, and she felt it slide into her waiting mouth, leaving a sweet, hot trail across her tongue and down her throat.



Then she took her fingers and wiped the cum carefully off her cheek. Her fingers slid into her mouth, and she licked them clean. 

Finally, she was done.

Ingrid collected her long hair up where it had gone astray, and re-did her ponytail. She straightened her shirt and smoothed out her sweats. Then she stood up, looming over Henry, and he saw her as a woman again, as a teacher and Eco-Team Leader who might have come into his tent to make sure he hadn't snuck out after curfew.

Mrs. Wagner was back. But the girlish smile played across her face one more time. 

"Sleep well." She whispered. 

He watched her peek out the tent flaps. Seeing nobody out, her body slipped quietly through the opening. The zipper slid down, and he was alone in his tent again.

Henry sealed up his down sleeping bag and got cozy. 

He fell into a deep, satisfied sleep, feeling that his resources were well spent.



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Copyright 2003 by Jessy19 and Powerone. Authors can be reached at the link below.

I stood in the shower, the hot water running off my naked body as I thought of last night. My hand strayed down between my thighs, finding my pussy already wet, not from the shower, but the thought of lasts night encounter with Michael. It was everything that I had thought it could be. My fingers lightly rubbed my clit, still swollen from last night and the feelings began to come back to me. I had had sex with others, mostly my own age, but I had never made love like I did last night. And to someone so much older then I am! The others had never turned out well. It was usually a quick encounter, with my partners wanting to satisfy their lusts first and then too tired or uninterested to make sure that mine had also been satisfied. I had tried to keep them interested, using my mouth to bring them back to erection, but once they felt my sweet lips wrapped around their cocks, it only made them more excited to finally dump their cum on my face, refusing to swallow anyone's cum.

It had begun about a three months ago. It was early April in sunny, Southern California. I am a senior at a large, private university close to the ocean. I'm 24, 5'3", 125 pounds, shoulder length hair and dark eyes. And yes, I am also Latina. I spent a couple of years after high school trying to find myself. When that did not succeed, I went back to school, hoping to find something that would interest me. I lived in Texas but the best business school I could get into was in Southern California and the weather was certainly better then Texas. I have been studying business and with only two months before graduation I was getting anxious about a job. The economy still sucks and with my student loans totaling over $50,000 I was getting desperate. I had done most of the usual things to get a job and I was now doing the "job circuit". That was the long list of "business functions" that the school sponsored to put together the students and the business leaders in the area.

My love life and sex life, not necessarily mutually exclusive was about as good as my job prospects. It's not that I am a virgin, having slept with a number of men or boys, depending on how you look at them, it's just that all of my relationships have been less then perfect. It seemed that I have a perchance of picking losers or they pick me, not sure which. All of the men in my life are my own age, not unusual, but they all lacked any imagination or future. An intelligent conversation with them would be "what position would you like to be fucked in, missionary or doggy style". For the last four months I had completely given up on men, devoting all of my time to graduating and finding a job. Maybe a job would give me a new list of candidates to date with better qualifications.

I was getting ready for the second dinner function this week. It never hurt to look good and I could do that very well. I dressed in a black skirt, not too short, but it did cling to my ass, one of my finer attributes. I wore a white, silk blouse, button down, with the top two buttons undone. While my breasts were not exceedingly large, they did afford an ample display of cleavage. A pair of moderately high heels accented my legs. Silk bra and thong panties, while not overtly displayed gave me that inner sexy feeling. It felt like summer coming already, so I did not grab a coat, even though the temperature in Southern California dropped 15 degrees at night and headed out to the campus hall for the dinner. If nothing else, at least I would get a good meal out of it and not have to put up with the pawing of some immature boy hoping to get lucky, feeling that I should put out to pay for the dinner.

It looked like any of the countless other dinners that I had attended in the last two weeks. A one-hour cocktail hour, two-hour dinner, interrupted by a half- hour of some "important" business leader spouting off about something and that was it. I had learned early on that the most important thing to do at the cocktail hour was finding a good table, filled hopefully with your next boss. I grabbed a quick glass of white wine and set about to find an interesting circle, a group of people locked into a conversation. I was not shy and could quickly melt into a group, my confidence letting me jump into almost any conversation with authority. I might not know everything, but I could exude enough "buzz" words to make it sound like I did. 

I was already on my second group, ready to move onto the third when I saw him, stopping in mid-conversation. Luckily no one was paying much attention and it continued on without me as I stared at him. Or I should say, stared back at him, as his eyes, dark, menacing blue eyes pierced my being. He must have been about forty-five, anyone over thirty seemingly old to me and hard to judge age. About 5'10", he was very well built, tanned completion with fairly long, but well cut sandy brown hair, blonde highlights throughout probably caused by the excess of sun here. He was dressed immaculately, wearing a tan suit with a black pullover. It was not off the rack, but obviously custom tailored to his body because it fit him like a glove. Now I am not usually attracted to older men, my father probably only older by about 10 years, but this man exuded a certain allure that made me weak in the knees and no one had ever done that to me. I blushed as our eyes met. My knees shook, almost unable to support me as I saw him move towards me, his eyes still on me, a smile on his face, approaching me confidently. I stood, staring at him, unable to move, unable to do anything, almost as if he had hypnotized me. Snap out of it, Jessica, the man's almost as old as your father. You're looking for a job, turn on the charm.

"Hello, I am Michael. I couldn't help noticing you. I am a member of the Board of Directors of the University, so I attend a number of these functions and I could swear I saw you last week at one of these. I never forget a beautiful woman," his charm showing.

"Thank you for the compliment, and yes I was here last week, but I do not remember seeing you," smiling, looking at those gorgeous blue eyes, noticing that they seem to be taking in her ample cleavage. I blushed again, lowering my eyes.

Michael took note of her recognition of his gazing at her breasts, but continued to stare. While he did date often, most were all of his social status, rich, beautiful, educated woman more his own age. Here was a beautiful, fresh faced girl, innocent of the real world with a body that already caused a stirring in his loins. Stop acting like a dirty old man, he thought. "Well, obviously I did not make a very good impression, so I must try to make amends. Would you care to join me at my table? The Dean of the business schools, the Chairman of Qualcomm, Isis Pharmaceuticals, Callaway Golf and SAIC are all going to be there. Maybe this week I will catch your attention," a slight chuckle coming out. "If you're looking for a chance at a job, this is your opportunity."

I don't care if he is looking at my boobs, it's not that I didn't dress to show them to their advantage. A woman needs to use all of her assets. If it takes my boobs to get them to notice my brains, so it will be. Trying to act nonchalantly, "thank you, that would be very nice."

"And your name is?"

Almost stuttering, I blurted out, "I'm sorry, how rude of me, my name is Jessica. I'm a senior and yes I am looking for employment for when I graduate," trying to not act desperate.

"Can I get you another glass of wine before we sit down?"

"Yes, thank you," feeling his hand moving up to my arm, touching me lightly as he gently pulled me over to the head table. My stomach fluttered, my heart skipped a beat when I felt his fingers touch my flesh. I felt a slight shiver run through my body, goose bumps appearing on my arms. I flushed as I looked down, my nipples poked out the front of my silk blouse. No one had ever done this to me before, I did not know how to react.

"Are you cold, would you like my coat? Michael's eyes gazed down at the goose bumps on her arms, but could not help but notice the protruding nipples pushing out that gorgeous white silk blouse. He knew that he had a strange effect on woman, but he had never seen anything like this before. 

I looked down as we walked over to the table, not wanting to see his face, afraid that he saw my nipples. Please, please go away, but the more I wished them away, the harder they became. "No, it was just a breeze from the air conditioner over there, it is much better here," trying to bring my arms up to cover my breasts without being too obvious. It did not work, only making it more obvious, so I put her arms down, my nipples still pointed and erect. He pulled out my chair and my skirt rode up my legs as I sat down. He pushed the chair in, the tablecloth hiding my bare legs.

"I'll be right back. Now don't go away, I have to make up for not being noticed last week."

Michael returned with my glass of white wine and we began to talk about my plans when I graduate, what I was taking in school and my job prospects. I finally let it out that I had no job prospects, unable to lie to him. I learned that Michael was a COO, chief operating officer of a local telecommunications company and was very successful and obviously well off. During the dinner, I was a hit with the other men, my charm and good looks giving me an advantage, especially knowing someone as important as Michael. During dinner, Michael would often reach over, sometimes his hands accidentally touching me, the electricity shooting through my body again as they did. He seemed to be unfazed by his effect on me and it seemed to be so natural that his hands would touch me, almost like I belonged to him. The night passed quickly, quicker then I wanted it to. I was having so much fun, the center of attention at the table, even though there were other female students more attractive then me at the same table. It seemed that my connection with Michael gave me more power then the others. This excited me and yet at the same time frightened me. He also had the same effect on me. He seemed to be able to control me, not outright control, but subtle control, the ability to turn me to mush at the mere sound of his voice.

The evening finally ended, most of the people already gone. "I think you better be getting back to the dorms, it's getting late and you said you have an early class tomorrow."

I looked at him, "yes, I want to thank you for the lovely evening. I've never had such a nice time at one of the affairs before and I think it was because of you," afraid I sounded to anxious, to eager, like I was trying to flirt with him.

"It was my pleasure, the university is lucky to have such an intelligent woman and might I add, beautiful woman as a student. Any company would be lucky to have you as an employee. I hope I have helped you with that."

"Yes you have, almost everyone at the table asked for my resume. Again, thank you very much and maybe we will see each other again," smiling at Michael as I said it. Was I actually trying to flirt with him, he was so much older then I was. But he did seem to drive me weak in the knees whenever he touched me.

"I'm afraid this is my last, I can only take the time to go to a few of these, but I am glad that I picked this one. Very nice meeting you, Jessica and hope we meet paths again." With that, Michael touched my hand again before leaving, not turning around as he left.

I walked back to the dorm, thinking of the night. He was so much older. What would it be like to date someone that had to be at least forty-five? Would we have anything in common? What would sex be like? Oh, God, Jessica, forget it. You're just a college senior, what would he want from someone like you. He could have his pick of any woman in this town. I reached my dorm, my roommate gone for the week. I quickly stripped off my clothes, hanging up my dress, another dinner two nights away. Nothing would be as good as this one. I got into bed and turned off the light, naked, not sure why, usually wearing a pair of men pajama bottoms. It was late and I fell asleep and began to dream.

I awoke the next day, my fingers tucked between my thighs, slick with my juices. God, that must have been a great dream, I wish I remembered it, the room smelling of my sex.

I never did see Michael again, though I did look at every dinner and I did go to many of them. Even after I got a job at Qualcomm, one of Michael's contacts at the table having come through, I still attended two others, hoping to run into Michael again. But he never showed up again, finally giving up and that night started to fade from my mind.

Graduation came and went, I decided to remain in Southern California. My parents were disappointed, living so far away, but they understood how important it was to me to get a good job. And a good job was the one at Qualcomm. Qualcomm is a large telecommunications company and the job I got was in the accounting department. Some of the employees that had been there for a couple of years already seem impressed at the position they had given to a relatively new graduate. The job paid well and I managed to get a small apartment close to the beach. Not that close, but close enough so I could run on the boardwalk whenever I could find the time from work. I had run track in high school and I continued to run while in college. It helped to keep my ass round and firm. I still had not dated for almost six months now. With graduation and the new job, time for social activities was non-existent. 

It was September, most of the tourists gone for the winter, the boardwalk now relatively sparse with people compared to the 10,000 during the summer. I had just finished coming back on the boardwalk, running the six miles to the street where my apartment was. My mind was thinking of work and was not paying much attention as I turned the corner. Suddenly I slammed into a bicycle, tumbling towards the ground, trying to grab one of the brick walls as I fell. I was just about to hit the ground painfully when a pair of hands grabbed me tightly around the waist, catching me before my ass hit the hard payment.

"Gotcha," he said, the voice sounding familiar to me. 

I looked up from the jumbled mess of my legs, strong hands helping me back onto my feet. There he was, Michael. Looking as handsome as ever, this time in shorts and a tee shirt, his bronze tan offset by the white tee.

"Why Jessica, is that you? Michael looked up, noticing the tight body in a pair of shorts and abbreviated top.

"Michael, I guess I owe you again," I said, beaming from ear to ear. 

"Only helping a lady in distress and what do you mean again?

"That night I managed to impress enough people to get a job at Qualcomm. I have to thank you for that. And now you save my body from being splattered all over the pavement."

Grinning sheepishly, "now that would have been a shame to do such a terrible thing to such a lovely body."

I blushed, feeling his hot hands still on my body, burning my skin as one still held my arm tightly and the other was gently draping my waist. I felt him release them as his eyes noticed my embarrassment.

"I'll tell you what, I will let you make it up to me. If you don't have any plans for tonight, how about dinner with me tonight? There is an excellent small restaurant down near the cove that has the best seafood on the beach. About eight tonight? He did not give her much of a chance to refuse.

I jumped at the chance, "of course, that sounds great. I'll meet you there if you don't mind," hoping that I did not sound too eager. My love life sucked lately and with the new job and tight money, the chance for great dinners had been scarce. And Michael was extremely handsome, though the age thing still bothered me.

"I'll meet you in the bar, it's called The Catch of the Day and it is right down in the cove. It's the only one down there, so you shouldn't have a problem finding it. Eight O'clock." And with that he was off, running off to finish the five miles for the day, leaving me standing there, still surprised by the unexpected happenings.

This should be interesting, I thought. A date, I guess you could call it a date. With an older man, definitely older, almost as old as Dad, I thought as I finished up my run. Wonder what it would be like to make love to him. I did not have much experience with sex, at least very little experience with good sex. The last good sex I had was with her vibrator, laughing as I ran. The rest of the day went rather fast, trying to get the thousand things done on the weekends, things you didn't have time to do during the week. I started to get ready for dinner with Michael, taking a shower. I looked at my body in the full-length mirror, my firm breasts, large nipples, tight stomach and that great ass. God, why couldn't I find a decent lover, why were they all such jerks. I let the water run over my body, feeling good, washing away the work and run of the day. I ran the soap over my body, letting my hands fall down between my legs, running up and down my pussy. I better shave tonight, I thought, never can be too sure! I had shaved all of the hair from my pussy and it required frequent shaving to keep it bald, but I enjoyed the look. And it felt good when I masturbated and that was frequent.

I put on a simple spaghetti string dress, white, showing off my tan. At least that was a good thing with not having a boyfriend. Had a lot of time to spend on the beach getting a tan. My bathing suit was rather skimpy. It embarrassed me sometimes, but I stayed to the less crowded portion of the beach. If only I had the nerve to wear a thong bathing suit. God, my ass would look great tanned! I looked in the mirror, satisfied as how I looked. Eat your heart out Michael, here I come.

Michael looked up from his drink when he saw a number of patrons at the bar look towards the door, curious at what drew their attention. There was Jessica. Now she might have looked good in shorts and top, but she certainly looked much better in a body clinging white dress. And most of the other patrons thought the same thing. Michael smiled as she walked over to him, not sure if it was a smile to her or a smirk to the others that he obviously was the center of her attention. He could feel a stirring in his pants, his cock also liking what his eyes had told his brain. "You seem to be a hit with the crowd here, me being no exception.

"Thank you," blushing again. It seemed whenever I met Michael, he had a way to embarrass me without really trying. I was never really sure if he was flirting with me or that this was just his way.

The two of them had a drink, making small talk, talking about Jessica's new job and her new apartment. They moved to the dining room, a table next to the window, overlooking the beach below. A bottle of wine and a lovely dinner followed with more conversation. 

I learned that Michael lived only blocks from here in a beachfront home. He worked within a couple of miles from the ocean, moving the corporate headquarters when he took over as COO about a year ago. He had been married for about 15 years, his wife having passed away two years ago, the tragic death a result of a drunk driver. I learned that Michael was often seen in the company of some of the regions much eligible woman, his picture showing up in the newspapers society pages at least twice a month. But they were more social events then dating, not having found or not even sure if he was looking for a possible new mate.

A small band began playing later in the evening, a jazz group with some of the other couples moving out onto the dance floor as the night progressed. Another bottle of wine with desert, I was becoming a little lightheaded as the night progressed. I began to loosen up a little, my dress sliding higher up my thighs, no attempt to correct it. I often leaned towards Michael, full aware that the dress pulled out in the front, my breasts, peeking out. It did not seem to be lost on Michael, his eyes following my frequent flirting and attempts to lure him with my exposed body. I did notice that his pants seem to be attempting to contain a hard cock, his hands reaching under the table at times, presumably to rearrange it.




Precious Things



"Would you like to dance?" Michael asked, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the dance floor, never really giving me a chance to respond. He pulled me close to him, feeling my body shudder slightly as we met, our bodies molding against each other as though we were built to be that way. His hand moved down my back and rested gently on the swell of my ass, not moving, but pressing firmly on my flesh.

I felt Michael press against me, feeling the bulge in his pants against me, knowing that I was having an effect on him. It had been a long time, feeling a hard cock pushed against you, feeling it pulsate against you, knowing that you were causing it. Shivers ran through my body as his hand slid down my back, moving down my ass, stopping before getting too familiar, but still not innocently placed. I moved closer to him, pushing my body into his, feeling the music, my body swaying against his, my pussy rubbing sensuously against his hard cock, feeling it twitch in appreciation. I closed my eyes and listened to the music, oblivious to all that was around us, it was just Michael and I, all alone. I pushed my nipples, already hard and erect in excitement against his chest, my hips moving side to side, rubbing against that delicious cock bulging out against me. I moved my hand down to his waist, hesitating for a second, waiting to see if Michel responded in protest. With no sign, I continued down, my hand sliding down the side of his hip, moving back a little, not too obvious, but still managing to grip his muscular ass cheek. He responded by shifting his hips forward, pushing his cock into my pussy, my hips returning the gesture by moving back and forth. My breath began to get shallow, imagining how it looked to others, as we slowly rubbed against each other on the dance floor. I could feel my pussy, soaking wet. God, this was terrible, I was acting like a bitch in heat, but I continued, my pussy rubbing tightly against the straining cock.

Michael could feel Jessica responding to his body. It had been a long time since anyone had done anything like this to him. His cock was hard, yet he still felt the intrepidation because of her age. He could see others looking at them as they danced tightly against each other, moving sensuously to the music. Was it because of what they were doing or was it their age difference? He felt Jessica's hand move down, making no attempt to stop her. It felt good, his cock popping rigid as it moved down. He could feel her pussy rubbing against his hard cock, almost wishing the song was over, afraid they might be getting too carried away.

The music finally stopped, the band taking a break between sets. We moved back to the table, feeling Michael's hand gently around my waist, his strong fingers pushing onto my flesh. I could almost feel the pussy juice leaking from between my legs, the dance having a profound effect on my psyche. 

"It's been a while since I danced, thank you Jessica, I forgot how enjoyable it could be," smiling, his hand tightening on her waist in appreciation.

"The pleasure was mine," it was almost too pleasurable, I thought, "I enjoyed it very much."

The conversation continued for at least another half-hour, crossing and uncrossing my legs numerous times, hoping to keep that feeling burning between them. His hands touched me at times, usually innocently, but some times touching my naked leg. Each time my body shuddered, my thighs clenched tightly together. His hands seem to take my body for granted, moving about me, touching me here and there with a familiarity that I found comfortable. He could have slipped his hand up under my dress and into my panties and I wouldn't have protested, in fact I would have probably spread my thighs wide open in anticipation. Unfortunately the evening ended, both of us moving into the parking lot to their respective cars.

Michael moved to Jessica's car, taking the keys from her hands without explanation, opening the door for her. His eyes gazed down to her naked thighs as she slipped into the car, her dress sliding up high.

I slid into the car, purposely letting my dress slide up high, my panties almost exposed as I sat down on the seat, the cold leather giving me goose bumps. "Thank you for a wonderful evening, I don't know when I enjoyed myself more."

"I am having a small party next Saturday, late in the afternoon and evening at my house on the beach. It is just a few couples of my good friends and I would love for you to come and meet them. About 2:00 and bring your bathing suit. Not only do I have the beach, but I also have a pool and Jacuzzi. Nothing formal, just good friends and a few drinks," smiling down at her, gazing down again at her naked thighs, the top of her dress also showing substantial cleavage. Her nipples seem to poke out the front of the dress, the cool air of the Southern California night stimulating them.

I smiled back at him, noticing his eyes and where they wandered to, "I would love to, see you Saturday. Good night." Michael closed the door and I started the car up and drove off, watching Michael in the rear view mirror as I left.

I got home and slipped out of my dress and panties, lying down on the bed, naked, not tired, my body sexually charged from the evening. I closed my eyes as I let my imagination run wild. I started to run my warm hands all over my big breasts. I kept wondering what it would feel like to kiss Michael as I still remembered his luscious lips as I stared at him as he talked. I felt my dark pink nipples harden as my hands stroked each mound softly. I sighed in delight as I thought about Michael. I could still feel his touch, his body. I pinched my nipples with my fingers as I imagined Michael would do, pinching them, sucking on them. I felt my sweet pussy juices start oozing out of me the more I remembered his cock so close to me, rubbing up against me, arousing me. 

 I could still feel his arms around me so warm and so enticing. My right hand slowly moved down as my other hand played with my breasts. I slid my hand lower, running it down my flat belly and down to my shaved pussy. I ran my finger slowly up and down my moist slit. My finger stroked my swollen pink clit as I began to moan in pleasure. 

I kept visualizing myself riding Michael's cock. It had felt so big and so hard. I rubbed my clit faster as I imagined Michael's cock up my cunt. God it'd been months since I'd had sex. I felt my aching pussy wanting Michael more than any other man I'd ever known. I moved my index finger further down as I felt my tight pussy hole so slippery. I jammed my finger up my small opening and madly started finger fucking myself. 

My legs were wide open in the middle of my erotic masturbation. I moved my hips wildly as I began to thrust my finger in faster and with more determination to reach my climax. My finger now drenched with my honey, I slid in my middle finger feeling my pussy open more. I felt a strong sensation as I was now using my two fingers. I knew that even if I stuck another finger in, it would be nothing compared to what Michael would feel like inside me. 

I gasped as I squeezed my breast with one hand and implanted a third finger in my cunt. I picked up my speed, now squirming my little body all over my bed, making a mess on my sheets with my juices. I took my hand off my breast and let it glide up and down my clit. My fingers moved to my mouth, placing my fingers in to taste myself. I kept my other three fingers buried in my pussy as I licked my fingers with lust. Oh how I wished Michael would have his head between my golden thighs, licking my, fucking me with his tongue. 

I wailed in excitement as my heartbeat, accelerated with more thoughts of Michael pouncing in my tight hole. Making my pussy stretch open with his big cock. I couldn't hold back any longer, I just let myself release the hardest orgasm I'd ever experienced. My body tightened as I felt my pussy clench my fingers. I quivered passionately as I came. 

I kept fantasizing about this handsome man. Did he know how much of a sexual effect he had on me? If he only knew that I'd had one of the most intense orgasms by myself as I thought about him. Feeling satisfied I closed my eyes and fell asleep peacefully with sweet dreams about this wonderful stranger that suddenly came into my life. 

Saturday came slowly. Work was a pain in the ass, having to stay late to get everything done to avoid working on Saturday. After last weekend's masturbation I neither had the time or inclination again, though my mind did wander back quite a few times to Saturday night. By the weekend, I was not even sure if it all happened or was I just hoping that it did. I ran in the morning, looking for Michael as I did, disappointed that I did not see him. I went back home, a quick shower and then got dressed to go to Michael's. I had pondered all week as to what to wear. My bathing suit was already new, though fairly skimpy, my body did not displease me. It was white and it highlighted the tan I had acquired since moving to the beach. My breasts filled the top, with ample cleavage showing. The bottoms just barely covered me. I would have been afraid of being too exposed had I not shaved my pussy, it was that low. It gripped my ass cheeks tightly, pulled tautly over them, parts of my cheeks exposed. If I only had enough nerve to wear a thong bathing suit. I had seen others at the beach, but I was still a little too modest. I finally decided on a small, short, fairly transparent wrap around skirt. If you got it, you might as well flaunt it, I thought, smiling as I gazed in the mirror. I bet I can get your cock hard again Michael, laughing to myself. I wonder if I should try to get him into bed? I could feel my pussy beginning to get wet at the thought of his cock. Been a long time since something besides vibrating plastic was inside my. I almost forgot what a real hot cock would feel like.

I pulled into Michael's driveway, impressed at what I saw. His house was huge and yes, it was right on the ocean, though somewhat obscured from the neighbors and public access, limited by the distance from the main beach. Michael opened the door wearing just a pair of bathing trunks, his chest tanned, a small amount of hair on it and rock hard abs. Besides running, he must also lift weights. He leaned towards her, planting a small peck on her cheek, the scent of his cologne bringing back last Saturday nights slow dance.

"You know you are going to make all of the women here jealous, don't you," laughing as he pulled her gently into the house. The inside was impressive as the outside. A huge living room, ceiling to floor glass windows opening up to the deck and adjacent beach. A small pool clung to the edge of the deck, water spilling over the edge like it was falling to the ground far below, but trapped in gutters running along its edge. A Jacuzzi sat high in the corner, built for at least eight people, a couple engaged in a somewhat passionate kiss at the present time. A glass wall surrounded the deck, built to stop the late night cooling breezes. 

"I love your home, Michael. It is truly magnificent," my eyes taking in the opulence of it. There were four couples. One in the Jacuzzi, still in an embrace, the man about Michael's age, the woman probably about ten years younger then her companion. The other three couples were about the same, handsome older men and beautiful woman, probably all in their mid-thirties. I felt somewhat uncomfortable being the only one that was in her twenties, in my case, early twenties. I did smile, though the women were beautiful, they all had lost that fresh, innocence that I still had. I laughed to myself, I bet your tits wouldn't stand up by themselves like mine do. 

Michael showed her around the house, introducing her to the other guests as they moved about. The men's eyes all drank in her beauty as she shook their hands, eyes gazing at her body, imagining the things they could do to her naked body, their partners acting nice, but their eyes showing their jealousy. All seemed nice enough, none arousing the same passion that Michael seemed to do in her. They moved to the back of the house, to the bedrooms. They went through the three other bedrooms. Michael gripped her hand tightly, almost as if he was trying to relay some silent message to her as he showed her the master bedroom. It was the largest, again floor to ceiling windows opening up onto the deck spanned one wall. There was a huge bathroom, a completely glass enclosed shower with four showerheads, all of the glass completely transparent. The bed was huge, you could lay sideways, as well as lengthwise it was so big. It stood up fairly high, large mattress and box springs rising up underneath. The whole house was modern, but the bed still had bedposts, in this case, large shiny aluminum posts in the corners. The bed faced the bathroom, giving a complete view inside if the doors were left open.

I smiled at him, more of a seductive smirk, squeezing his hand as we moved about the room. "I love this room," I said, almost hinting at my intentions. I had thought about seducing him, now sure what I wanted to do. If he didn't intend to seduce me, I was going to seduce him. I had made up my mind. I wouldn't go home tonight until I felt his cock inside me. 

"It is one of my favorites, it has such a lovely view of the moon over the ocean at night and the sound of the surf hitting the beach lulls you." Michael looked down at Jessica, her half naked body standing so close to him in his bedroom. His cock already hard, he thought of what it would be like to make love to her. The noise of his guests laughing in the other room brought him back to reality. "We better get back to the others. I think you will enjoy them."

"Yes, we better. I enjoy your company, so I am sure I will enjoy your friends," smiling seductively as I still clung to his hand as we went back to the deck with the others. The day past quickly, Michael hardly leaving my side. My skirt was quickly gone, the weather turning warmer, feeling more relaxed as I talked to the others, holding my own with the group, Michael seemingly pleased at how intelligent I was. Every time I seem to move, Michael was right next to me, his body moving up against mine, his hands always somehow running seductively over my body while I talked. The men gazed lustfully at me, my bathing suit leaving little to the imagination, Michael's fingers on my body leaving my nipples always erect, the top unable to cover them. I finally gave up being self-conscious, enjoying all of the male attention, ignoring the female jealousy. 

Michael was enjoying himself with Jessica. She was intelligent, able to keep up any conversation, able to shoot back with equal ferocity the barbs by some of the woman. The afternoon went rapidly, the evening beginning to fall. Two couples had already gone, the others still on the deck, watching the sun setting in the distance. "Would you like to hop in the Jacuzzi, it's going to get a little chilly outside?"

"Yes," my hand tightening on his, this time pulling him towards the Jacuzzi. We both stepped in, moving up against Michael even though the tub was huge. I felt my hips bump against his as I lowered myself in, the water quickly covering my body. The water was hot, sweat beginning to form on our faces as we relaxed, the water taking all tenseness out of our bodies. His hands continued to move over my body, moving freely, uninhibited. I slid lower in the tub, his hand forced down onto my thigh from my knee, my breath stopped, waiting to see his reaction. I looked up, his eyes staring at me, looking for a sign of acceptance. I moved close to him, my lips only inches from his, feeling his hot breath on my face, the smell of his cologne. Our eyes stayed locked together, searching out each other as I moved closer, electricity shooting through my body as my wet lips touched his ever so lightly. I felt his hand grab my thigh harder, my legs parting, a sign of acceptance that I was his for the asking.

Michael pushed his lips closer to mine as we met, his hand grasping my thighs, my legs willingly parting. His tongue moved into my mouth as our lips met, searching inside my mouth for my tongue, finding the darting morsel as they entwined. His tongue ran over my teeth, from top to bottom as my tongue rubbed sensuously over his. 

He felt a hand on his leg, holding his breath as it moved closer to his hard cock. It kept moving, a small delicate hand, massaging his flesh, the hand moving closer and closer to his hard cock as he continued to French kiss her passionately. He sucked in his breath as her hand grasped his hard cock, her tongue moving in acknowledgment. Her other hand moved beneath the water, her hand grabbing his wrist and moving it higher up her thighs as they parted. He allowed her actions, letting her move his hand until it was between her spread thighs, his fingers now moving over the top of her pussy, the bathing suit her only protection.

I almost choked on his tongue as I moved his hand until it was resting on my pussy. I had never been this forward, but Michael had been teasing me too long, the sexual tension in my body was about to burst and I was determined that I would not have to resort to lonely masturbation again tonight. I gripped his cock with my hand, my hand almost completely encircling the hard organ, his bathing suit prevent me from touching the hot flesh. I moaned in his mouth as his fingers began to play over my pussy, one finger pushing my bathing suit between my pussy lips, moving up and down. I shuddered in expectation as it moved up until it finally came to my clit. I bit his lip, a small cry coming from his lips as his finger found the hard bud only partially protected by the tiny garment. 

Michael could feel her hand stroking his cock, his fingers returning the favor, mutual masturbation as they kissed passionately. She had bit his lip as he found her clit, the pleasure she was giving him with her hand far outweighing the small amount of pain of the bite. Michael pulled away from their kiss as he heard the others coming back into the room. "I think we better wait until the others leave," he whispered in her ear, his tongue following the sound, moving sensuously inside her ear.

I shivered as his tongue played with my ear. This always gave me goosebumps and with his hand rubbing my pussy, I thought I would cum. I saw the others coming over, but I had to. "Not before I do this," and my hand moved from his cock, pulling down the top of his suit until I grabbed the naked, hard cock, my hand wrapped tightly around it. "After the others leave, I am going to take your cock in my mouth until you cum, think about that for now," my hand stroking it for a minute before finally releasing it, his suit moving back to cover the now erect organ. I could not believe I said that. I had tried oral sex before, but did not like it. My partners were always pushing my head down on their cocks until I choked on it. They always tried to force me to swallow it, but I always pulled it out before they came, making them cum with my hand, shooting their cum all over as their cocks spurted. Now I had told him that I would suck his cock and swallow his cum. The thought of it excited me. I could see me, naked, on my knees before him, my lips wrapped around his cock as I sucked him dry. I arched up my hips from the tub, pushing my pussy harder against his fingers. Suddenly his finger was gone, my legs closing in response as we both leaned back in the tub as if nothing had happened. Thank goodness the hot water made their skin flushed, otherwise there would have been no excuse for their flushed bodies.

Michael looked at her, responding to her statement with his eyes. The other couples stayed near the tub, talking to Michael and Jessica as they sat. Michael was afraid to move out of the tub, his cock still jutting out the front of his bathing suit. As the couples moved away, Jessica stood up, handing Michael a towel to place in front of himself.




Precious Things



"I thought you might need this," giggling as I passed by him, making sure my hips rubbed sensuously against his still hard cock. I stepped out of the tub, but not before I caught a glimpse of Michael's cock still hard, tenting his suit. 

Michel moved close to her and whispered into her ear, "I'm going to hold you to that, your mouth I mean. Smile at the others as I think of you sucking my cock," grinning as she turned red in embarrassment. 

The sun set and the others began to leave. First one couple, looking over at Michael as they did, smiling seductively. Finally the last couple left, the leaving rather rushed by Michael, his expectations showing. As the door shut, I moved towards Michael. I pressed my body up against his, my lips crushing his, my tongue already moving inside his mouth. His hands moved behind me, grabbing my ass tightly, pushing me up against his hard cock. My hand moved down between them, once again finding his hard organ and squeezing it tightly. "The only thing that is going to come between your cock and my mouth is my tongue. Shall we go into the living room? I want to suck your cock so bad." I released his cock, pulling him towards the couch in the living room. "Standing or sitting," nervously saying, not sure exactly what I had got myself into, but not willing to back down. I was going to get fucked tonight, one way or another. 

"I like standing, I want to see your eyes as your mouth sucks my cock," bolding stating his attentions.

I kneeled down in front of Michael. I could only imagine how it looked, kneeling so submissively, my face only inches from his cock. I didn't know how this whole situation had come about. I had never really liked to suck a guys cock and now here I was, ready to do just that, and to top it all off, I was going to swallow his cum. My hands reached out, taking his suit and pulling it down, my eyes watching as his cock was slowly revealed. I let it fall to the floor, Michael making no attempt to do anything but stand there, his cock now jutting out proudly. I felt my pulse race as I had Michael's cock in front of my face. It was thick, long, and the mushroom shaped head was swollen from longing for her all day. I saw the tip was covered with shiny precum that made my mouth water. I looked up to see him looking down at me, his cock craving for my sweet lips to wrap around it. 

"I've wanted to do this to you since the first day I laid my eyes on you," I said, softly wrapping my hands on his cock.

"I didn't think you saw me like that. Well I'm more than ready for you Jessica," he replied beginning to pant.

I grabbed Michael's cock and slipped the enlarged head in my mouth as my tongue licked his precum.

Michael felt the suction of her mouth increasing as she put more of her mouth on his cock. He looked down as he watched this precious sight. This beautiful young girl taking his cock inch by inch into her lovely mouth. He felt his emotions stir with heat as he heard Jessica's lips moving up and down the shaft of his cock. 

I moved my eyes up to look at him as he smiled down at me, grabbing my silky hair, pushing my mouth more onto his hard cock. I felt his strong hand behind my head as he led me to the rhythm that he desired. I felt my mouth as it was completely filled with Michael's huge cock. I could feel the veins of his cock as I slithered my tongue on it. I bobbed my head up and down the long and thick cock, savoring each taste and feel. 

Michael looked deeply into her eyes, feeling so close to a climax. He loved the way Jessica was sucking him off. He couldn't believe how excited he was. Ever since his wife, no other woman had been able to get him so fired up, so aroused. Now here he was enjoying this moment of unbelievable pleasure with this young sexy girl.

I continued to suck him, moving my head around in circular motion making him love it all. I pulled his cock out of my mouth as he suddenly stopped his heavy breathing and looked down at mer to see why I'd stopped. I smiled up at him with saliva all over my pretty lips, my tongue running sensuously over them before I proceeded to start sucking on his balls. 

I was surprised at myself. I'd never sucked on a guy's cock and loved it so much and now I was sucking on a guy's balls! I felt Michael's heavy balls as I smacked my lips on them. I licked them, sucked them and just nibbled on them. I could hear Michael moan in ecstasy as I devoured his balls in my mouth. 

Michael was so ready to cum, he wanted to finish off in Jessica's hungry mouth. He grabbed her hair lightly once again and made her look up at him. He could see her eyes fluttering with enjoyment. "It's time. It's time to take my cum in your mouth. I want you to swallow it," he said breathlessly, as he moved her mouth back to his cock.

It only took a few more strokes of my lips to make Michael spurt his hot, salty cum in Jessica's mouth. Michael felt his hands shake as he held on to Jessica's hair keeping her on his cock until he finished his indulgence. 

I felt the hot liquid hit the back of my throat instantly. I shuddered at first, tasting this new delicious flavor that this wonderful man had to offer me. I had a hard time at first, but eventually managed to gulp all of Michael's hot cum. 

Michael looked down at her as she swallowed his load. He loved how such a gorgeous and sweet innocent looking girl could want him this bad. He was ready to show her just how much he wanted her. Her lips ran over his cock as he pulled the softening organ from her mouth, cleaning it, it already beginning to harden again. 

"Let's go to the bedroom. It's only fair that I get a chance to taste the sweet nectar of your pussy." He offered his arms, helping her to get off her knees, drawing her to him, his lips meeting hers. Their tongues intertwined again, this time mixing his salty cum between their mouths, their new bond between them. As they walked towards the bedroom, Michael allowed his hands to move towards her top, unsnapping the top, Jessica pausing to allow him. They let it fall to the floor, her pert breasts topped with pink nipples, hard and erect, her areolas a dark brown, contrasting the alabaster skin that had been hidden from the sun. His finger flicked at one nipple, watching as it shuddered as they walked.

I stopped before the bed, the huge bed that so intrigued me before. I felt Michael behind me, holding my breath, waiting for him to proceed. I did not have long to wait, his hand moving down an encircling my waist from behind, moving over the flat, taut stomach. I shuddered as his cock pushed against my ass. I had always thought about anal sex, but my prior lovers were so inexperienced or selfish, I was afraid of asking. What would Michael be like? Would it hurt? My mind shifted back to reality as his hand began to slip down the front of my suit bottom, not having to proceed far before he discovered my pussy was bald. His fingers hesitated, unsure at first and then proceeded to push between my wet pussy lips and move down. My legs almost gave out, Michael's hand between my legs keeping me upright.

Michael felt her body shudder and surrender as his fingers found her naked pussy, surprised, as he found no hair. He couldn't wait to see it, her naked, bald pussy. She was already so young, she would even look younger, almost a child with a bald pussy. His cock sprang to erection at the thought, pushing hard against her ass. He had to see her, his hands quickly slipping the suit to the floor, his cock slapping against her naked ass cheeks. "Lay down in the center of the bed. Spread your legs, show me your pussy," he ordered her.

I moved up on the bed, almost ashamed at how I looked from behind, naked, on my knees, scooting across the expanse of the bed, my pussy and asshole exposed to his gaze. I could feel the juice running down my thigh, hoping that Michael did not see how excited I was, knowing that soon he would find out, his tongue would lap at my sex. I turned over, propping a pillow up behind my head, wanting to be able to see him as he sucked on my pussy. I looked up at him and watched his eyes as I slowly spread my legs, knowing my pussy was being exposed, seeing the lust in those dark blue eyes. My thighs separated and I moved my legs up, bending them at the knee until my knees were almost pulled back against my chest and then let them fall to the side, my pussy lips slowly pulling back. I had never been so exposed, my eyes still watching his, mesmerized by the lust I could see in them. I longed to look down at his cock, but I already knew from his eyes how I was affecting him. I'm not sure why, but my fingers reached down to my pussy lips and began to pull them open, two fingers pulling back my clit hood, the red, hard bud sticking out like a miniature cock. I felt like a whore, exposing myself so blatantly. "Do you see anything you would like to eat? I said boldly, almost wishing I could take it back once I said it.

Michael did not have to be asked twice. He clamored onto the bed moving between her legs, feeling her hands reaching for his head as he moved between her thighs, his tongue already extended, searching out her pussy. He paused for a moment, inhaling in the scent of this delicious girl, the beautiful fragrance of a woman sexually excited. His tongue pushed between her pussy lips, still held wide by her fingers. Her body jumped as if she was jolted by electricity as his tongue made contact with her super-heated body. Her fingers released her pussy lips in shock, his tongue trapped between her swollen lips, the fragrance of her juices mixing onto his tongue. His tongue moved up and down her slit, gently lapping up her juices.

"Oh, GGODD," I moaned, grabbing Michael's head tighter, pushing him further between my legs. The few lovers I had were not willing to go down on me, usually too busy trying to get me to suck their cocks and then to disinterested in my orgasm after they were satisfied. It felt like electricity shooting through my body each time his rough tongue ran over my slit. I wasn't sure how long I could last, but sensed that he also felt that. Each time I thought I would explode, his tongue would slow down, pausing, dragging out the feeling. Then it would begin again to explore me, each time seeking out a new part of my sex, first my slit, then pushing into my vagina, feeling like a mini cock pushing into me, spreading me open. My body arched up from the bed, transmitting my desire for his tongue to play across my clit. I did not have to wait long. I nearly jumped out of my skin as he sucked my clit into his mouth, his lips grabbing it tightly, his tongue playing over the end of it. "GGGGODDDDDD, pllllleeeeeassssse mooooooooorrrrrrree," I cried out as his tongue lashed out on my swollen clit, bathing it as it ran sensuously back and forth over it. Just when I thought I was about to cum, he again denied me the pleasure, keeping me on the brink of it. My mind wandered as he continued to lightly play with my body, keeping me sexually charged but denying me my ultimate pleasure.

Michael kept her on the edge. She was so hot, his tongue bringing her to the brink of orgasm, then keeping her there. Each time he sought out new territory to explore. He hands reached down under her, raising her hips off of the bed, his fingers exploring her ass cheeks, searching out the split between them. He moved his fingers between, pulling them apart, exposing her tiny asshole. He had to taste her, taste her asshole. He felt her body tighten up as his tongue slid down, moving close to his target. "Relax, let me taste all of you," he said as he moved back until his tongue ran over her tiny asshole. Her body shivered in expectation and she cried out, her fingers pushed into her mouth to stifle the noise.

I never felt anything like it. His wet tongue ran heavily over my exposed asshole, knowing that his eyes were only inches from me, his nose banging against me, inhaling my scent. I could imagine how I looked, almost embarrassed to be so exposed, but also so excited, knowing that he was doing this to me to please me. I felt his fingers moving back to my clit, rubbing the hard bud as his tongue began to push inside me. I pushed out on my asshole, allowing him access inside my private orifice, his tongue grabbed tightly by my sphincter. I could now imagine how it would feel to have a cock inside my asshole and I was determined that Michael would be the one to do it to me. I knew he would be gentle, waiting until I was ready to accept all of his manhood. Today I would lose the virginity of my asshole. His tongue moved around inside me, his fingers played with my clit. I was ready to cum and this time Michael was not going to stop me. His fingers and tongue continued their oral assault on my body, his tongue running back and forth between my asshole and my pussy. I grabbed his head tightly and pushed him deep between my thighs. Harder then I probably should have, but unable to control my emotions. The most incredible orgasm hit my body as his fingers and tongue played with my body. "EEEEEHH, Oh God, AAAHHHH." 

Michael felt her orgasm, his head trapped between her thighs, gripping him tightly, not allowing him to move even if he wanted to. His tongue licked at her pussy, her pussy juice flowing freely, covering his face with a shiny glow. She continued to bounce around the bed in ecstasy, pumping her hips onto his face, not caring any longer, moaning in pleasure. His tongue found her clit again, pulling it tightly into his mouth, sending her over the top again, a second and third shiver running through her body.

I couldn't believe that he could make me cum so much and so hard. I was afraid to look down as I released his head from between my thighs. Embarrassed to see his face. His head slowly raised up, his mouth covered with my slick juices, a strange smile on his face.

"Kiss me, taste how good you taste," Michael ordered her, moving up to move his lips onto hers.

I ran my tongue over his lips, wiping my juices from them, tasting my sweet cum. It tasted good, like his cum, my tongue returning to gather some more. "Thank you, thank you for making me cum so hard," getting brave, my body relaxed.

"There's more, I still have a very hard cock."

"Give me a second to catch my breath and I will take care of it. I want to be on top. I want to take your cock inside you and fuck you like you ate me making you cum so hard." I smiled at him, my hand reaching for his cock, slowing encircling the head of it and began to stroke it. "I will take care of this."

As I stroked his cock, feeling the hot flesh beneath my fingers pulsate, my pussy begin to get wet again in anticipation. Though I was not a virgin, I knew that this was going to be different. I got up on my knees and scooted over his hips, my legs on each side, spread wide. I looked down, my face flushed, I was so open. My pussy lips were spread wide, my juices still glistening on the pink flesh. His cock bobbed before me, my hand again grasping the hard member, feeling it jerk in anticipation of entering me. I scooted forward a little and lay down on his upper chest, letting my nipples slowly run over his chest, the hard buds scraping sensuously over him. I reached down between us, my fingers gripping his cock tightly, it jerking in response. I rub the head of his cock up and down my pussy slit, making sure that it moved all the way up to my clit. "MMMMM," I moaned as the hot head touched my clit flesh, "yeeess," my hands pushing hard onto the cock, rubbing my clit nub. "I can't wait any longer," my hand moving the cock to my pussy, lining up the cock. I pushed down, the head of the cock suddenly entering me harder then I had planned, but unable to stop it. "OOOOHHH, YYYEAAAHH," my hips pushing down harder, feeling you push up, unable to control your desire any longer.

Michael could not longer control himself. Her hot pussy gripped the head of his cock so tight, he had to get all the way inside her. He felt her hesitate, his hips rising up to continue, feeling her pussy pulsate on his cock as it pushed deeper into her gripping flesh. It was almost as if she was a virgin, so tight and hot. "Push down, take me deeper."

I sat up on his cock, feeling it so tight inside me. I slipped forward at his request, taking the cock inside me deeper. "OOOHHH, yyyeees," jerking my hips forward until almost all of him was buried inside me. I looked down, only an inch of cock outside me and I began to roll my hips, his cock moving around inside me. I felt his hands move up to my breasts, his fingers taking the hard nipples between them, rubbing the hard tips between his soft fingers, making my body move the same way. I pulled back on my ass, his cock pulling out until only my tight pussy gripped the head. I pushed back hard, his cock almost taking all of the breath out of me as I was completely filled. It had never been like this before, being able to control the hot cock inside me, fucking him instead of being fucked. "Oh, it's so big, big, but I love it," jerking back and forth, loving the feeling of it filling me up each time. I gripped his cock as it pulled from my wet pussy, relaxing as I forced it back it, feeling it hit deep inside me with each thrust.

Her pussy was so hot and tight, it had been a long time since he had felt anything that good. Michael felt her gripping it as it pulled from her, her juices letting it slide effortlessly. He felt the head of his cock gripped before she pushed back in again, fucking herself on his hard cock. He did not know how much longer he could hold out. One hand moved down over her stomach, moving over her clit, a finger rubbing the hard bud, it now red and swollen. He gripped it tightly between his fingers and pulled it down until it rubbed against his cock. Jessica jerked up on her body, giving him easier access. His cock now rubbed over the bud as she fucked his cock in and out of her pussy. "Can you cum for me, Jessica?"

"Oh, God, yeeees," my hips jerking back and forth, his cock fucking inside me, "yyeees, nnnooow." I gripped his cock with my pussy, the orgasm overcoming me, my pussy clenching and unclenching on the hot cock inside me. I felt it jerk and begin to shoot, feeling his hot juice shoot deep inside of me, mixing with my juices. It felt like a river filling me, not sure whether it was he or I. "YYYEESS," another orgasm hitting me as he continued to pump up on his hips, fucking his cock in and out of me, refusing to stop, filling me with his hot cum. 

Michael felt like he had emptied a river of his cum inside of her. He could see it running back out onto his softening cock. He pulled it from her pussy and she collapsed on top of him, her breathing ragged. He let his hand rub through her hair, pushing it from her face. "That was beautiful, I have never felt like that before."

I looked up at him, exhausted and satisfied as he touched me tenderly. "Thank you Michael," kissing his lips tenderly, "you made me very happy." We lay together, me still on top of him, are breathing almost unseparable. It took me almost fifteen minutes to regain my normal breathing, my heart still racing. "I'm going to take a shower, maybe I can interest you in some more after," teasing him as I ran from the room, naked, our cum running down my thighs as I moved. I jumped in the shower, making sure I left the door open, looking to make sure that Michael was watching. He was.

I stepped into the huge shower, which was completely covered with glass. I turned the shower knobs, which were a sterling silver color. I was so ready to clean up and get ready for more of Michael's touch, his feel. I let the warm water hit my skin as I still shivered from the lovemaking that had happened. My hair little by little began to drench and I felt my body become wet. I grabbed the soap that had a fresh country scent to it and lathered it up on my still shaky hands. I ran the soapsuds all over my naked body. I could still feel Michael's touch and caresses running all though me. 




Precious Things



I was almost losing myself in my own thoughts when I heard the shower door open. I turned around and smiled looking at Michael standing naked once again, his cock hard. His blue lustful eyes pierced at me. I knew he wanted more of me. He wanted to discover all of me. I was not going to stop him. I wanted this night to go on forever. 

My heart raced just like the first time I saw him. He moved closer to me putting his arms around me. His hold was so warm and so tender. He gently kissed my neck as he ran his hands up and down my ass.

"Mmmmm, your all wet for me now. You knew I'd be joining you, didn't you?" He whispered in my ear as he started to nibble on it.

I laughed softly enjoying his touch. "Yes I knew you'd come for more. Tell me what you want Michael. I'll give you anything." 

I felt him grab my ass cheeks hard as his heavy breathing began to tickle the back of my neck. "I want to slide my cock in your ass Jessica. Can I, please?" His hands continued to rub my behind.

I started to feel somewhat fearful, but yet so intrigued. I'd never done anal sex because I'd been so scared. But somehow Michael was so calming and his words and touch soothed me. Did he know just how much power he had over me? 

"Yes, Michael. Take me. I'm all yours." I leaned back to get a passionate wet kiss from his lips. 

I felt Michael move his hands up to my breasts as he pinched my nipples getting my pussy juices stirring again. He trailed kisses down my neck and onto my back slowly and seductively. He moved his body down kissing lower and lower down my body. My trembling hands held on to the shower walls. By the time I knew it, Michael was on his knees as he spread my legs open. He started to eat my pussy from behind. 

I closed my eyes in this wonderful ecstasy. I was weak at the knees again as I felt his tongue swirl on my pussy. I let out my moans of pleasure immediately. Then all of a sudden, I felt something so different. I felt Michael glide his tongue down to my asshole. My body jittered as I experienced this strange but blissful stroke. 

His tongue so wet, making my tight hole so slick. This new discovery was making me want him inside me more. I could faintly hear his lips smacking between my ass cheeks as he spread them open with his strong hands. 

Michael could see Jessica's pink wrinkled little asshole ready to be deflowered. He loved the way she tasted from behind as he was enjoying burying his face in her warm little ass. He could feel her clench her little hole as he licked it and now was starting to finger it. Jessica moaned more as he moved his finger inside her. She felt so hot inside. God, he couldn't wait to get into that hot little ass. 

Michael slowly raised his body up with kisses. He held this precious girl in his arms again, never wanting to let her go. He inserted his finger in her warm pussy hole feeling it get soaked by her honey. She gasped as his finger made circles in her cunt. Michael then proceeded to slide his finger out and then slip it in her asshole to get it lubricated with her own juices. 

"I love the way you feel," I heard him murmur quietly. 

I was left speechless and so curious of how this was all going to feel. I felt Michael's cock touch my thighs wetting my skin with his precum. I then felt a sharp hard feeling from behind. I closed my eyes in pain at first as he was easing his cock in my asshole. I let my painful moans slip out. He seemed to have stopped briefly. 

"I'm sorry baby. It's hurting you too much," Michael said in a concerned voice.

"No, please don't stop. I want you to do this to me. I told you I'm all yours and I meant it." 

"Your so precious Jessica. I've had some of the most precious moments with you than I have ever had with anyone else." 

His words were making me hunger for him. I wanted to just scream at him and tell him to jam that cock up my asshole and cum hard in me. I know he was being gentle because he cared about me. God I was falling in love!

Michael continued to fit his cock in me. Little by little I felt his inches slide in as my tight hole, slowly swallowing his size. I felt myself begin to relax so he could guide himself with more ease into me. 

"That's right, relax. Bend over just a bit more," he ordered as I started to lean my body down to give him complete access to my virgin hole. 

My hands were still holding on to the shower walls as the water was dripping down my back and onto our connection. Finally Michael eased his prick in me letting me experience my first anal fuck. He slowly went in and out of my puckered little hole. I kept feeling pleasure and pain at the same time. 

"Oh fuck! You feel incredible!" He blurted out. Michael couldn't believe how wonderful Jessica felt. He felt her wet young body as he held on to her small hips as he rammed his cock in and out of this incredibly tight ass. He was deep inside her now, completely taking away any innocence she had left. 

Jessica shut her eyes tightly, feeling Michael's monster open her up. It felt strange, but yet she was starting to like it. By the time she knew it, Jessica was now moaning cries of arousal as Michael fucked her. 

Michael was now entirely fired up. He felt his balls swell up, knowing that he was the one and only guy to fuck Jessica's asshole. He moved his hands down from behind as Jessica felt his hands brush against her stomach. He managed to get one hand between her thighs and the other one was kept on her waist to hold her in place. With his free hand, he jammed two fingers up her aching pussy.

Jessica gasped hard as she was surprised by the sudden entry of his fingers up her cunt. She tossed her head back as their lips met. Their kiss was wild now as the slobbered all over each other. Michael licked her face gently as he felt himself begin to cum.

"Jessica, I'm gonna cum. Oh fuck I'm gonna cum hard!" Michael rasped.

"Yes babe, cum in me. Make me take your hot cum up my ass," she found herself speaking out her desires. 

"Cum with me Jessica. Oh let my fingers make you cum." 

As I listened to Michael's words in his breathless voice, I found myself coming to an amazing climax. His fingers were buried in my cunt hole as I felt my body tense up, having yet another phenomenal orgasm. 

I felt Jessica's body quiver in enjoyment and I felt my own body tighten as I spurted my cum up her little pink hole. My cum gushed like a water dam erupting inside this sweet, beautiful girl. We came together, it was an absolutely precious moment. 

After Michael came in me, he kept his cock inside as it softened. He laid he head on my shoulder from behind me as he caught his breath. He kissed my neck and held me close again. Even though the shower water was still running, I swear I could hear out heartbeats racing rapidly simultaneously.

"You were so wonderful. You think we could do this again soon?" Michael asked as he was now turning me to face him.

I looked up at him with, glaring at his gorgeous blue eyes. "I would love to." 

The End