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Plugged

By: margaret_jenkins



Author's note. This could have been titled "Love of my daughter - Ch 3" from which it follows. On reflection, the author considered that the principal theme is Fetish more than Incest, although the incest content remains. The previous stories in the series are published in the Fetish category. Enjoy.

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From our first, uneasy explorations into bizarre games, and my daughter's deflowering, our relationship deepened and developed. Over the weeks my daughter Lauren's manner became progressively more confident, or perhaps more sure. In our games she took the dominant role, but without the need to exercise domination or enforce subservience on my part. In other respects I remained head of our house, a position that we both readily accepted and were very comfortable with. It was as though the roles we so easily slipped into freed us from any need to assert our status in our normal activities, and allowed us to explore each other's minds and bodies without obstruction.

Lauren used several devices to reinforce and build up the urge to indulge my weird fantasies, to take pleasure in debasing myself by the vilest, most humiliating acts, and to treat it as perfectly normal to perform in front of her those body functions that almost everyone does in private.

It became a ritual each morning that Lauren would come naked, carrying a pot of tea to me as I stirred from my sleep, so I would be all the more alert for her. She would pour out for each both us and then slip into bed beside me so we drank together. I normally slept nude now and was not self-conscious to be naked with her. After our tea today she kissed me on the mouth, pushing her tongue deep inside and with her fingertips caressed my warm body, paying special attention to my breasts and between my legs. As usual, she took the dominant role, touching my body the way a man would, and the sports training she did made her body was lean and firm. I wished she could have been wearing a strap-on, so I could go down on it and then have it inside me. I even fantasised about my own daughter taking me hard like that, raping my neglected love hole.

Instead she kissed and caressed, almost worshiping my hungry body. Her hands were becoming more and more familiar with my body, and I felt the tingling building up deep inside my womanly core. I parted my legs to encourage her to penetrate my vagina but she was content just to make me wet. Not bringing me to orgasm but feeling my warmth and wetness. I had masturbated before going to sleep that night and so my vagina and labia were already damp and there were drying patches on the sheets. After this I was ready for the bathroom, by now feeling a strong but enjoyable pressure in my bladder. The morning continued .....

"Mom, I'm going to sit on the toilet and I want you to stand in the shower with your legs slightly apart, face me and gently run your hands over your body. Grind your hips and act real slutty. Stroke your lovely big titties and get those nips nice and stiff, then stroke your belly and around your pussy, but keep it uncovered so I can see when you make yourself come. Then piss into the tub, like you do in the showers after your gym class. Show me how a big grown up lady likes to piss standing up when she thinks nobody is there to see."

My vaginal secretions were already making me wet inside as I contemplated this grossly perverted act and I knew Lauren could see my cunt juice tricking out. Despite my desire I blushed with shame, and scolded myself for admitting this act, which I liked to perform privately, not realising then that I would have to debase myself by doing so while she watched. The embarrassment added to my excitement.

"Oh Lauren, I feel so humiliated to let you see, can't I pull the curtain across?"

Yet a deep, shameful part of me wanted to make this disgusting display. Slowly I caressed my breasts, my hands gradually spiralled in to my aureoles, stimulating the chicken flesh bumps, and then very lightly touching my nipples with my fingertips I made them stand out proud and hard. My hands wandered to me belly, circling and teasing the little hollow button before moving to my mound and pubes, the tender skin shaven completely smooth. I felt myself becoming warm, then warmer still and my movement stronger. I began to gyrate my hips and grind my palms into my pelvis. A parted my legs wider and started to feel the familiar pulses emanating from the core of my womanhood. Gutteral sounds, grunts escaped my lips and I rapidly reached climax. 

"Oh fuck, Lauren, I cumming! Watch me cum! My slutty cunt's all wet, really soaking! Yes, oh fuck!! See mommy cum, Lauren, watch! .... Aahh!! ..... Aaaaggghhhh!!! ...Oh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!! .... I'm going to piss now! Watch mommy piss in the tub, like she does after gym." I adopted the dirtiest pose I could, thrusting out my pelvis and spreading my cunt lips wide to display better my frontal exit. "Oh that's nice ..... Look, it's all yellow .... Watch mommy piss in the tub ......" I shook slightly as my bladder contracted and shot a yellow jet of urine from my pee-hole. "Mmmmmmm, yes ...... oh, oh that's nice ..... oh yes, mommy feels better now ..... MMMMMmmm .... MMmmm ......"

As usual Lauren asked if my bowels were full, which still made me embarrassed. But I was not full enough then to go. I would be able to hold it in.

"No darling, I'm OK for now, perhaps later."

"That's good, mom, because today is going to be a bit different. You know how sometimes you cannot hold your stool and end up shitting your knickers."

I knew only too well. Just a few days ago I had disgraced myself on the way back from the shops, filling my full-cut knickers quite abundantly while returning home from the shops. I blushed at the memory of entering the house with a shopping bag in each hand and a huge load straining to escape the panty covering. As soon as I was in I rushed to the bathroom and stripped down to my panties. Lauren was already home from school, and she took great pains to remove my shit-filled knickers and to clean up where my excrement was plastered over my buttocks, my cleft and my dark hole. She had suggested then that I seek medical advice to prevent such accidents, and I had agreed, wishing to avoid the shame of perhaps soiling my panties while out somewhere in public.

"I have arranged for you to visit a clinic, to see if you need treatment with your anal control. I left a note on the table, telling you where to go, and I put the clothes out for you to wear."

Lauren set off for school soon after, leaving me with my thoughts, and the instruction note. I was to call the clinic to arrange the time of appointment and receive further instruction. I was intrigued by this new development. Increasingly over the last weeks, Lauren had encouraged me to cut down on sweets and fatty foods, and eat more fruit and vegetables, together with high fibre bread and cereals. Overall I felt fitter and slimmer, the new diet allied to my regular visits to gym class. But my bowels were becoming more active, and the high-fibre diet was adding bulk. To try and avoid over frequent bowel movements, I was exercising my pelvic muscles, working on the tone of my sphincter, which Lauren now checked each day during her regular inspection of my anus. Nevertheless, I could not always manage to retain my stool the whole days until she returned from school.

Each afternoon I was to perform the act of defecation in front of her. She would examine this private body function very closely as I stood with my legs apart and on either side of her as she sat on the toilet seat, clad just in her long white PVC bib apron and a pair of latex gloves. This degrading ritual was intensely humiliating for me, yet exciting as well. And I knew Lauren's love for me was deep and strong; she always was most tender with me at this time, touching me gently and speaking in gentle, reassuring tones.

"Oh mom, I know how embarrassing it must be for you to do this. But you mustn't be ashamed of what you are doing, we all have to empty our bowels and you know I have to watch to see that you are able to do it properly. And you mustn't be bothered about getting my apron dirty, I wear this special one which is made to get dirty and it cleans up easily."

Afterward, she thoroughly cleaned my anus and between my buttocks using baby wipes and finally dry me with balls of cotton wool. 

"Is that better now," she would ask, "does mommy feel nice and comfortable and clean?"

"Yes, Honey, Mommy feels more comfortable now she got rid of all that filth from inside her. Mommy loves to poop why Lauren watches so she knows I got it all out properly."

When I was finished she would clean the dark crevice between my buttocks, working right down to my anus. Then she would take off her soiled apron and discard her gloves, and would caress my nipples and touch me between my legs, softly teasing my labia with her fingertips until my vagina began to ooze its secretions, and then gently work her fingers in and out of my love canal, going deep inside almost to my womb as she slowly finger-fucked me to orgasm ......

I came out of these thoughts and re-read the note, and put on the garments Lauren had left for me. Today she had chosen a white cotton blouse with floral embroidery and a mid-length navy skirt. There was a change in her choice of underwear for me. Instead of the plain white predominantly cotton bra and panties, she had selected a sheer bra, fine mesh but little cream-coloured lace panels with floral motifs near the edging. A pair of stay-ups in the same colour and matching lace went with them. Also the notes suggested that I plug my anus with a tampon, to avoid any embarrassing accidents, and so as not to soil my pretty panties. My aureoles showed most clearly and my nipples pressed against the thin material. The bra was paired with a medium-cut matching panty, which again displayed lace panels but was almost transparent at the crotch, thus almost revealing my vulva. I observed myself in the long mirror, wearing this most revealing set, and saw myself as a woman whom men, and women, would desire. In no time my juices had seeped out and dribbling into the material. For once Lauren had picked a white cotton underskirt, to provide a little more modesty and comfort, since the lower undergarment left me as though naked down there. A pale blue crocheted sleeveless cardigan completed the outfit.

I arranged the appointment for midday, and so decided to have an extended breakfast, a large bowl of cereal, several slices of wholemeal bread toast and honey, fresh fruit, and plenty of coffee. The doctor insisted that I do not empty my bowels beforehand, as I would need to produce a stool specimen, as well as a urine sample. As it was, then, I was distinctly full when I arrived at the smart, discreet location in a quiet residential street on the edge of town. I was nervous, wondering how I would be received. I was glad that the tampon seemed to be effective but wondered what the doctor would think. Surely it was not usual for a grown woman to ask for her bowel and anal functioning to be checked, and treated if necessary. Would the doctor regard me as strange, or perverted?

On the door a sign said to enter, and I passed down the entrance hall and entered the reception room. The lady at the desk stood and introduced herself as Dr. Baxter, whom I had spoken to earlier. She looked a few years older than me, perhaps in her mid-forties, and had fairly short dark straight hair, cut simply but tastefully. She was of barely average height and wearing a white lab coat which fitted her slim figure closely, though not tightly, and which came to several inches above her knees. She was tanned and looked supremely fit, and her manner gave the impression of calm confidence, understanding and sympathetic.

The consultation with Dr. Baxter was more like an interrogation, and her questions more searching.

"I need to gather your details for my records, and also to help with any treatment I need to build up a picture of you in order to decide whether I should be fitted with an anal plug, and what type." She first asked me for my date/place, etc., and entered the information on her computer. This helped me to relax, and I was glad to talk on such neutral subjects. The question then gave way to more intimate matters. She wanted to know about my diet, how often I urinated and opened my bowels. And then about my sexual habits - whether I was straight or bi, if I currently had a sexual partner, whether I masturbated, how often and where. She asked more about my relationship with Lauren. Dr Baxter was particularly attentive to those items, even asking about whether I was always alone. I did not want to admit that I masturbated in front of her, I pissed in the shower, sometimes while my daughter observed, and even defecated while she watched. But I revealed these perverted and degrading acts to the doctor's careful and patient probing, feeling humiliated and shamed. 

"I have looked at all your records, and you display no sign of any bowel disorder or abnormality. Why then do you think you need to wear an appliance to stop yourself from voiding your bowels?"

So it was that with much reluctance, and only after quite painstaking probing of my daily habits, I revealed to her that each day I try to retain my stool until Lauren returned home. Then she would invite me into the bathroom to evacuate while she observed, or sometimes she would wait until she deemed the time was right for me for me to perform. I was most ashamed to admit such a degrading habit as this to the cool and ostensibly no-nonsense doctor.

She went on. "So Ms Jenkins, you have already admitted to me you are engaged in a lesbian relationship with your daughter. Am I also correct in believing that you voluntarily perform various perverted acts, like demonstrating your intimate body functions. This must be very humiliating for you, but I think you must obtain sexual gratification from that humiliation, those acts that degrade and debase you the most"

Shame-faced, I admitted that these filthy activities now were necessary to satisfy my sexual appetites.

"I'm sorry, Doctor Baxter. I expect you regard that as totally despicable and I should stop."

"No Ms. Jenkins, not at all. And thank you for answering so honestly. I realise it must have been difficult for you to tell me what you do. It is unusual but not disturbingly so. A lot of people secretly desire to perform intimate body functions in front of someone they love. Your daughter is eighteen now, that is old enough to be an adult, and clearly you have a lovely relationship. As long as what you do together does not harm anyone, including both of you, and neither of you feel guilty then it is perfectly fine. I talked at length with Lauren when she arranged for me to see you, and she is obviously an intelligent and responsible young woman. She is concerned about how you feel and does not want you to be embarrassed, or for you to disgrace yourself in public. The most important thing is that you should not feel ashamed. I think we had better examine you now and then decide what to do."

"I believe, Ms. Jenkins, you are being truthful, so I agree to fit you with an anal plug, here we call it an excretory control appliance. But first I must warn you that such an appliance, once worn for more than a few days, brings about a permanent change to your capacity for anal control. The nervous reaction that you developed as a child during potty training will become dulled, and eventually lost, while your sphincter will be weakened and will no longer be able to resist the pressure to void. In other words you will always have to wear it."

I pondered for a few moments, on the import of what she had said. The idea of having my anus filled by such an implement appealed to me, as well as not having to worry about defecating unintentionally.

"If I have to wear the appliance permanently, will that prevent me from partaking in normal activities, like riding a bicycle, swimming, aerobic classes?"

Dr. Baxter was reassuring. "Not at all. Certain competitive sports and specialised activities will be prohibited, like advanced gymnastics, but the modern type of appliance is designed to permit normal physical pastimes. The device is quite discreet and does not protrude from your anal orifice. In fact it looks a bit like a string panty, of rather neat design. You just have to be careful to make sure you have evacuated if you have to remove it temporarily before you undress in a communal locker room. But first I need to examine you to ensure there is no physical reason that prohibits you from wearing it, and also to carry out some tests to determine the right model."

She pressed a buzzer to summon her assistant. "The tests will take some time to complete, so I have arranged for my assistant to perform all the routine preliminaries. I should tell you that some of them are somewhat intimate, some people find them rather embarrassing, but absolutely necessary for your health and comfort. My assistant is a young nurse with special training and you will find she is particularly skilled, gentle and most sympathetic. I am sure you will feel completely at ease with her." 

A young and attractive nurse arrived after just a few moments. She was tall, about 5'10" and slim without being not skinny. Her light blonde hair colour looked paler than her clear, honey-hued complexion, and was straight and cut rather short. She had blue eyes and a pretty almost roundish face, with a slightly upturned nose, and seemed devoid of any makeup. She looked to be in her early twenties and was very attractive, yet surprisingly she appeared unaware of this. She was wearing a pale blue nurse's cotton tunic and a white full-bib cotton apron, starched and spotless, and attached by press studs. The uniform fitted her closely, and looked as if might have been a size small. The profile of her breasts was apparent and suggested that she was not wearing a bra. The most remarkable thing was her demeanour of absolute subservience.

"Nurse Schloppfarth, you've seen the file for Ms. Jenkins." The doctor spoke the nurse's name with strong emphasis, almost making it sound dirty. "She's here to be fitted for an ECA, so you know the routine. Ms. Jenkins has not consulted with us before so I would like you to carry out the complete set of items on the test list. Take your time, nurse, and be absolutely thorough and include every detail."

Dr. Baxter then paused a moment, as if for thought.

"Nurse, one thing more. I am pleased to see you changed your uniform after the last examination, as required by procedures. But did you remember to shower, and put on fresh panties as well? You know you and your apparel must always be absolutely clean when you examine each new client. Perhaps I had better check, so slip them off for me"

The young nurse was obviously caught by surprise, and could not hide her embarrassment. However she complied without demur even though it must have been most humbling to demean herself like that in front of a new client. She reached under the hem of her dress and pulled off the white cotton undergarment and handed it to the doctor.

"I soiled the other pair slightly as I was examining Mr. Carnforth, so I thought I should change into a fresh pair."

Her speech was strongly accented. German, I presumed. 

"Good these a perfectly clean. Ms. Jenkins won't want to be examined by a nurse wearing filthy underwear. But I think you had better fetch the soiled pair for me to see what sort of state you got them into. By the way, I forgot to ask Ms. Jenkins to bring an extra pair of panties, so I trust you have at least one clean pair she can use. Please fetch another clean pair as well. But first let me see you pull these back on. I want you to lift your skirt right up so I can see they are on properly." 


Plugged



Josh is smiling to himself, just leaning against the wall and appreciating the familiar full feeling. A nightly occurrence, or at least every night they had a show. They're on in a couple minutes. Dan is standing next to him, drumming absently on the wall.

"Ready?" Dan remarks, and Josh nods.

"As always," he says. Josh nudges up against the wall, feeling that nice press, and he sighs. Dan notices. He grins. He slides over closer, turning to face him, and backstage is busy so nobody sees Dan's hand reach around Josh's back to his ass, feeling for that little PVC rectangle, the base of the plug, and when his fingers find it he toys with it through Josh's jeans, tilting it up, then down, shifting inside of Josh, the plug pressing into the warm, sensitive insides of his ass, the pressing and the pressure against the lining making pleasure and pain bloom, ache, making Josh sigh all long and slow so he doesn't moan. This plug is bigger than the others. Dan was working him up. This is his first show wearing the new plug, and Josh is so lubed up that it's probably making a mess of his boxers. Dan would be taking those later.

Josh starts a bit from his quick moment of pleasure as someone yells that they're going on and the lights go off and Dan steals a quick kiss and then there's a whisper, just audible, "Try not to cum in your jeans onstage," and Josh laughs. He won't. Or at least he doesn't think he will. This is why he always wore his tightest jeans onstage, so they could hide anything should a problem arise, so to say. Josh watches the four shadows fade into silhouettes as they take the stage and the screaming gets louder and he smiles. Yeah, this is what he loves to do, and having Dan as his dominant boyfriend who makes him wear butt plugs onstage really just makes him love it more. Those dirty looks from Dan mid-song are enough to make it worth it.

He waits for his cue for a few more seconds, reaching down the back of his jeans to straighten the plug a bit before he fits on his in-ears and shrugs his jacket a bit more comfortably before he walks into the light and the screaming rises a pitch as he takes the mic from its stand.

The show goes as quickly and fiercely as it usually does. For the first few songs, Josh keeps losing himself somewhere between the lyrics and the constant stirring in his jeans. Sure, a few of his notes come out sexier than he plans, borderline moans, but he's positive Dan loves it. There are coloured lights across the black of the stage and Max knocks into Josh a couple times, but that's to be expected. Josh stops caring about the plug about three songs in. He lets everything go and he dances and he ignores how tight his jeans are because he's fucking high right now and everything smells like sweat and guitar strings except for Josh's fingers, which have the familiar scent of lube.

Josh is an achy mess when the show is finally over. He towels off, throwing it into the crowd afterward, and Josh downs a water bottle as Dan tosses out his last drumsticks. Josh watches him. The way his muscles move under his sweat-slick skin. Ugh. If he wasn't hard already. Josh takes off his mic pack and his in-ears.

Dan goes straight to Josh as soon as he's backstage. He grabs a fistful of Josh's shirt and hisses in his ear, "You find an empty hall or a closet right now."

Josh nods obediently, nearly choking out a "yes sir," but he stifles it. Dan turns Josh around roughly and pushes him forward, making Josh stumble but it was those little hints at his innate dominance that got Josh that much more worked up.

Dan finds a hallway before Josh does. It's one of those dead end ones that lead to a one-room unisex toilet and a supply closet. Dan is far too impatient to get Josh into one of those rooms; he just shoves his chest into the wall. Dan kneels behind Josh and Josh anxiously looks down the hallway to the other one it branches off. Nobody there. No footsteps. He's wrenched from his thoughts by Dan wrenching Josh's jeans and boxers down under his ass and Dan grabs the plug by the base, turning it a bit inside him as he kisses the base of Josh's back.

"Do you like the new plug babe?" Dan asks, his breath ghosting, and Josh bites his lip.

"Yeah," he says. "It seems a lot bigger than the last..."

"Because it is," Dan says. He tugs on it and Josh's breath hitches as it slides out after a bit of pulling. Dan smiles, setting it down. Josh's ass had adjusted to the plug and he's stretched so he's gaping just a bit, maybe about the width of Dan's thumb. Dan smirks. He lifts his fingers to Josh's hole and he runs a finger around it, making tingles go through his ass, spreading over his cheeks and bolting through his spine, making it slightly arch, kind of teasing inside him a bit, and Josh feels so hopelessly exposed. "You're so nice and stretched out for me, babe."

"I know," Josh says softly, just loud enough for Dan to hear. Dan spreads him apart and spits, half inside of him. The spit slowly slides its way inside him, making each inch it touches fire up like a spark through a fuse, making his insides hot and wet, making them ache with a subtle heat. Hot, ready. Then Dan's tongue is inside of him. His hands are rough on his ass and his tongue is working circles and Josh melts into the wall, moaning softly, breath shaking. "Dan," he whispers.

"It's okay baby," Dan murmurs into Josh's skin. He keeps going at him and Josh rocks up onto his toes, trying to grab the wall, but it's a paint-smooth surface. Fuck. He drops his forehead against the wall as Dan's tongue finds its way deeper and he moans softly, quietly. "Shhh," Dan whispers. Josh whimpers.

"Dan, please," he chokes out.

"Please what?" Dan asks.

"Please stop teasing," Josh whines.

"I'm not," Dan says, snaking a finger inside of him easily. He quickly finds Josh's most sensitive spot and Josh's breath shudders. He shakes his head.

"If you weren't you'd just fuck me," Josh says sharply under his breath. Dan doesn't say anything in response, just slaps him on the ass. Dan did always love doing that, especially when he could lay Josh over his lap and spank him until his cheeks were hot red. Josh can almost feel the grin on Dan's face. Dan moves behind him, standing, his fingers leaving him and Josh hears his jeans being undone. Finally. Josh leans his chest into the wall and arches his back, purposefully rocking his ass out. He looks back over his shoulder and watches Dan, watches as Dan looks down at his cock as he sinks into Josh.

Josh purrs happily, resting his head against the wall. He'd been waiting for this all night. Dan pushes up against him, pushes him harder into the wall, and Dan's hips start moving. Josh's head drops back on Dan's shoulder. Dan's mouth latches to Josh's throat, teeth scraping over his pulse as it picks up with Dan's hips. Josh pants, and it's the only sound audible other than these little soft grunts Dan makes and the metal notions on their jeans knocking. Then Dan speeds up a bit more and this tiny little slapping sound joins the other noises.

"Dan," Josh gasps. He's doing that thing where he's purposely aiming just around Josh's g-spot but avoiding hitting it. Dan smirks, teeth nipping Josh's ear.

"What," he whispers.

"Fuck," Josh hisses. He rocks up onto his toes, hips pressed against the wall in some lame attempt to get some friction in his jeans. He nearly growls, growing more desperate by the thrust. Josh pants, gasps, whimpers, moans, anything to distract himself from the growing pull in his hips. "Dan," he whines. He can feel his boxers sticking to the precum on the too-sensitive head of his cock. "Dan. Dan."

"Shh," Dan whispers, and Josh wants to know how the fuck he's staying so calm. Dan's fucking him harder now, not quite faster, but definitely harder. One of his hands moves from Josh's hip to his shoulder to get a bit more leverage, and that's enough to shift their hips just that half-inch or so that sends Dan's head pressing into Josh's spot and Josh inhales as if he's been holding his breath. Dan quickly reaches a hand around and clamps it over Josh's mouth to stifle the needy moan that comes out. "Shhh," Dan repeats. "We're in a public hallway you dick."

"Dan," Josh moans into his hand, having completely lost all self-control. His legs are threatening to give out. Dan pushes Josh tight up to the wall, slamming into that incredible spot now, just wanting to get Josh to ruin his boxers, the ones he'd have to wear to the after party tonight too, along with the plug. Josh makes these little tiny noises, louder than whimpers but quieter than moans, his hips tightening. "Dan I'm gonna," he chokes out, and Dan doesn't knock into his spot more than twice more before Josh loses himself, falling apart as he cums, knees failing him. Only Dan keeps him upright by pressing him against the wall as he spills in his boxers, face all screwed up in agony. Dan's orgasm rips through him too then, hilting himself as he fills Josh's ass up and then it's over.

Josh's legs still shake a little as he recovers, but Dan pulls out. He stops his cum leaking from Josh's ass with his thumb as he leans down to retrieve the plug, which he presses back into Josh, and Josh moans softly as Dan seals his load inside of him.

"Dan," he whispers.

"I know baby," he breathes, pulling Josh's boxers and jeans back up. "C'mere." Dan gets Josh's jeans fixed first before he does up his own, and Dan turns Josh around to face him. "You did good."

"Did I?" Josh asks, still half-delirious from his orgasm. Dan nods.

"You did. You were great." Josh is being kissed and oh yeah, kisses. He sighs into it but Dan pulls away before he can kiss back properly. "Do you need to go back to the bus first or should we go straight to the party?"

Josh smiles blissfully. "Party," he says. "I wanna dirty dance on my boyfriend so he has to fuck me again later. Load number two."

"I love you," Dan sighs, smiling. Josh was the perfect submissive. He kisses Josh firmly on the lips. "Let's go then, doll."

"Love you too," Josh says, rubbing his eyes and following Dan back down the hallway.



Plugged



This is a true story from a few years ago. A few details have been changed, (mainly for privacy reasons), but the rest is true.

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Anal is hot. Sorry girls, that's just the way it is. Anal play, when done right, is really hot, and enjoyable. While it's best when done with someone else, it can still be a lot of fun on your own.

Barely past noon and it's already a hot Sunday. A really hot week in general, really, with today promising to be a bit of a scorcher, I seems. It's times like that, I'm really, really happy I have AC. Otherwise, I'd probably melt, and not in the good ways.

A nice, long, hot shower really helps, warming the skin, so when I get out, the temperature doesn't feel as bad. Living alone has certain advantages, even if my place is small. Being able to walk around naked is one; getting out of the shower, and then standing in the middle of the living room to let myself air-dry is a decadent luxury.

In the summer heat, shaving is not just good for being neat, clean and sexy, it helps to stay a little cooler, too. For that reason, I shave every day. It really helps to make the heat a little more bearable.

Then into the bedroom. It's time to do something I've thought about doing for a while, and now I finally can. Set on the bed, a bottle of silicone lube, my brand new stainless steel buttplug, plus a couple of metal balls (that I found at some time ago at Home Depot, of all places. I forget what they were actually for, but I just repurposed them into very nice vaginal balls.)

How I put a plug in when I'm alone varies on mood and stuff. Sometimes I'll lay on my side and pull my knees up to my chest, which is good for a bit of gentle, casual play. Other times, I'll be all 'head down, ass up', which is a lot better if I just want to jill until I cum.

In this case, I was on my side. Silicone lube is wonderful with rubber, metal and glass toys. Pity it can't be used on silicone toys, as most of mine are silicone. But the ones I'm using today are metal. It feels slick, not-quite frictionless, as there's just enough to be easily felt.

First the plug. It's a metal teardrop, with narrow rod connection to the 'T' shaped base. The tip of the now-slicked plug settling into position against my ass and then the slight push to start to enter, giving me the sensations of slow, delicious penetration. Feeling the tapered plug opening me up. It takes several seconds of slowly working the tip in and out of my ass before I push it in a bit more. Then the stretch starts. I'm no anal size-queen or anything, so almost all of my anal toys need a little warming up, first.

The feel of the plug starting to stretch me open a bit is when I go easy, taking my time. God, it feels good, though. In a little more, then letting it slide back not-quite-out. Then pushing it back in a little bit deeper. Working in a little deeper with each of the pushes that my fingers put on the base. I'm not sure how long it takes, maybe two or three minutes? Then I can feel the thickest part of the plug starting to stretch me open as it starts to go in. Letting it slide out and then pushing back on it once more.

It just doesn't want to go in, though. Another minute or so of working it and I'm getting a little frustrated, as well as very wet, I can feel a bit of wetness running down the back of my thigh, and I'm pretty sure it's not lube. Finally, I just push it in the last bit with a firm shove. There's that moment of pleasure and pain mixing as my ass is spread wider around the fattest part of it, which I hiss in a gasp of air. Then the dizzying wave of relief and pleasure when it sinks in fully, with my ass closing on the narrow rod and 'T' base. I can't help but moan out loud at the rush of sensations.

Next, the metal balls. They're about the diameter of a quarter, brass or copper, I think? I'm wet enough by this point that slipping the two balls in up to my knuckle takes very little effort. Then I can wipe up the excess lube and my natural lube before sitting up.

Sitting up. That's a bit of an experience all to it's own when you're plugged, the way the plug pushes in a bit more when I'm sitting on it. And not for the first time I'm having second thoughts about what I'm about to do.

I'm going with one of my yoga shorts for this one. I love the feel of it cupping my pussy, that and the back rides right up, as it's tailored to perfectly fit the curves of your ass and cradles them nicely. In short, it makes my ass look amazing. It also pushes the 'T' base of the plug in fully.

Then I stand up and take a few steps. Yeah, it's... Interesting. Each step kind of pushes the neck of plug out just a tiny bit, from my muscles around it, I guess? Then the shorts helps to fully seat it once more. I'm wondering if the tight, molded fit of these shorts is going to make the plug visible. It's hard to tell by looking in the mirror, but if I run my finger along the valley of my ass, I can certainly feel it.

My sport bra and a light t-shirt round out today outfit. Shoes, keys, wallet and phone, then a deep breath for courage, and I'm out the door.

I can certainly feel the plug and balls inside me. The balls on their own aren't THAT big of a deal. I've gone about with them in me before, lots of times. But with the plug added in? I think the plug's compressing my pussy a bit, because the balls feel HUGE, rubbing inside me with each step. I think one or the other would be just fine, but both? We'll see what happens. It certainly seems like my ass has significantly more wiggle in it when I'm walking.

I've barely gotten a block from my building and my nipples are already rock hard and so tight that even rubbing the inside of my sport bra is sending additional shocks to my pussy. Speaking of that, I'm wet. I can feel it from the crotch of my shorts adhering to my skin.

This is going to be a lot harder than I thought.

Ok, a few blocks from home and I duck into the bookstore. I was going to keep going, to the market, then loop back around, stop by the bakery and go home, but I think I'll cut this walk short, I'm already feeling flushed in the face, and not from exertion.

Aaaaaand just my luck. I'm in the SF/Fantasy corner of the store when Kellie comes up. She's a really cute black girl, Nigerian, I think? Dark skin that's like silk to the touch, (and I know from experience she's naturally totally smooth. All over.) 20-something, (I forget her age). Small, super sensitive breasts. And she can suck cock or lick clit like she was born to do it.

Not shocking that I'd bump into her here, since she works here part-time. This is where I first met her, after all. The problem is that she's really hot, we've played a number of times, and I know how much she loves playing with my ass.

Barely a hello spoken before her hand slides along my butt. "I love these shorts, hun. How come I've never seen you wear them before?"

"Well, I just got them a little..." Then a slight inhale from my when her fingers slide up against the base of the plug. Ok, NOW I'm blushing. She just gets this wicked grin on her face as her fingers play with the base of the plug through my shorts. "Ohhhh, I know what this is..." is what she whispers.

"Well, yeah." I tried to laugh it off, but she's having none of that. Before I even realize it, we're breast to breast, with her having one hand on the small of my back and the other hand is down the back of my shorts. I'm really glad this is a really quiet corner of the bookstore, and out of the way.

When her fingers grab the base of the plug and pull, all I can really do is bite her on the side of the neck to muffle my moan. Thank god for the radio playing somewhere, broadcasting some sports game. I can feel the plug threatening to pull out of my ass, thanks to her fingers. "I would really love to replace this with my tongue. I know how much that makes you squirm and moan. Too bad I have work to do."

With the plug threatening to be pulled out of my ass, she just let go and my own muscles pulled it back in fully. That made me moan, both from that and the fact that I just pushed the balls out of my pussy when the plug went back in. And Kellie felt them hit her fingers. "Oh, and what have we here?" That hand coming out with the balls in her hand, looking at how embarrassingly wet they are. "I guess I should put them back in, hmm?"

It's all I can do to just nod and watch her slip that hand back down into the front of my shorts. With some added caresses of her finger against the hood of my clit. That was making my knees tremble. One ball getting popped into me made me bite her neck by reflex. The second ball made me moan.

A pat on the rump and then I was on my way. Fuck, I want to cum. Badly. It's only four blocks to my building, but it felt like an eternity. I was sure my juice was running down my thigh by the time I got into my apartment.

I stripped my shorts down and off and left them hanging around one ankle as I pulled out my vibrating wand. Head down, ass up. A mouthful of my comforter to avoid disturbing the neighbours, and then the Magic WAnd right on my clit. It probably only took a couple of seconds for my to cum. And it was a hard one. I could feel the waves of pleasure shoot up my spine. The pleasure of my muscles contracting around the balls and plug. I was seeing starbursts.

I don't remember squirting that time. I don't remember flopping on the bed. I don;t remember rolling onto my back and laying there, legs spread wide. I don't remember falling asleep, just waking up an hour later. And realizing that my ass is aching a little from the plug.

Next time, I'll just use the plug, I think.



Plugged



The nurse blushed deeply as she complied. I saw she was extensively tattooed with Celtic and pagan symbols around her belly and hips, and on her completely shaven pubic area. I noticed also a small, round black object between her buttocks and realised her anus was plugged. The doctor appeared satisfied, having felt and inspected closely, and sent the nurse away. 

"I am sorry Ms, Jenkins. I feel I must check on these things. I sincerely hope you were not put out by that little interlude."

"Not at all," I assured Dr. Baxter, "but isn't it rather embarrassing for your nurse?"

"Well, yes, but she is naturally self-conscious and blushes so easily. I trust you will not suffer any inhibitions about your behaviour during the examination. I make it a rule that all our clients should avoid physical contact. The exam is quite intimate and she will be standing close up to you. Sometimes your hand might accidentally brush against her buttocks or her breast, or even under her skirt. In fact Nurse Schloppfarth is has been trained at a special clinic in Freiburg, Germany, and cope with such attentions. She is utterly docile and will be attentive to all your needs and wishes. So please do not feel any concern about what takes place during your exam."

She leaned closer and placed a hand on my knee.

"You must realise that these exams are necessarily .... hands on. I can assure you that Nurse Schloppfarth enjoys the intimacy and whatever goes with it. She always cleans up thoroughly after each client, and wears a freshly laundered uniform for the next appointment. Please do not worry if it gets soiled during the course of your exam. As you now know, she changes her panties as well. She cannot avoid secretion of a little moisture getting into the crotch, but it would not be proper if she soiled them with any of her bodily waste. So I insist she wears an anal plug at all times during her work."

After a few moments the nurse returned, looking shame-faced and clutching a soggy pair of white cotton panties as well as a little polythene bag with what was obviously a brand new pair.

The doctor examined the soiled pair minutely, prodding and sniffing as she did.

"Ah yes, the treatment of Mr. Carnforth for his hyper-priapism seems to have caused quite a reaction in you. You really creamed into these, they're absolutely sodden with your juice."

I expect he reached under your skirt and touch you while he spattered his semen all over your apron. Is that when you flooded them?"

The nurse blushed again and nodded, too embarrassed to speak.

"When, there is nothing wrong with that. You must not mind if the person you are treating gets a little excited and touches you through your uniform, or even underneath. That is why it is so important for your attire to be absolutely clean when you see each new client, even if it becomes soiled during the treatment"

I was not sure if I understood Dr. Baxter's meaning, and was hoping I would not embarrass myself and cause offence to either the doctor or the young nurse. But before I had a chance to reflect further, she ordered the nurse to lead me to the treatment room.

As soon as we left the consultation room, Ulricke became more relaxed. At first I felt rather uncertain in the company of the young nurse in her pristine uniform, but she gently offered her arm to my hand and walked close at my side, our hips touching in fact. 

"You call me Ulricke when we are together, or I don't mind if you simply call me nurse. Most of Dr. Baxter's clients are rather conservative, so she always addresses them formally. May I call you Margaret?"

"Margaret is fine, but I prefer to address you as Nurse."

We entered a large room, with white tiled floor and walls, furnished with a wardrobe and several cabinets which no doubt contained all manner of medical equipment. In one corner was a shower and in another a toilet. In the centre was a large and intricately constructed examining table. It had several hinges and levers, presumably to adjust the position of the examinee. I noticed at each side was an arrangement that looked like it could be repositioned to provide stirrups or other restraint. The table was positioned in a shallow recess in the floor, with a channel and a drain hole, presumably 

"I hope you don't mind but I have to ask you to undress and hang your clothes in the wardrobe. There is no screen so would you like me to leave the room? 

I said I was quite happy for her to remain while I disrobed. In fact would not have minded undressing completely, but a perverse idea came to me, and I decided to display myself before her in my nice underwear. We made small talk as I undressed and I felt no embarrassment about stripping in front of her, and as I did I gave her each item of clothing to hang up. I felt almost more exposed in my see-through bra and panty set than had I been completely nude, and I felt the first arousal as I slowly removed my underskirt, and then unfastened my stockings and rolled them down. If I was excited by this display of mine, I thought Ulricke was looking slightly flushed as well as she stared at my barely covered crotch. 

"What lovely undies you have, Margaret. Wow, you look so good in them, I'm glad you decided to keep them on for now. I hope you don't mind if I tell you how sexy they are."

"Oh, I'm glad you like them, Nurse. I was a bit worried about wearing them today in case they seemed a bit revealing I think you can see my pussy through the material."

"Ah yes, I see you shaved shaved yours as well. I think a lady looks so nice when her pussy is shaved. But t later on the exam gets a bit messy and I'm sure you won't want to spoil your nice panties. That's why Dr. Baxter asked me to bring a pair of plain cotton ones for you. If you like you can keep your own on your panties to begin with, but maybe you like to change into these ones now."

I stripped slowly, giving the nurse an opportunity to see me naked. I undid my bra and turned to face her to give her a good view of my breasts, and then slowly pushed down and removed my panties, brazenly displaying my shaven mound. I handed my underwear to Ulricke, knowing that she would notice the dampness in the crotch. I felt brazen and wicked to take pleasure in exposing my body to the young nurse, at the same time telling myself it was all part of a professional examination. 

"I was worried about an accident on the way, so I plugged my anus using a tampon. Shall I remove that?"

"That was a good precaution. I think it's best if I take it out. Then you put the other panties on." 

Ulrike opened a draw and took a pair of latex surgical gloves and pulled them on, snapping them at her wrists and working them smooth. I bent over in front of her, enjoying my perverted exhibitionism, parting my legs and holding my ankles. Ulricke came behind knelt close enough for me to feel the material of her uniform against my skin. With some ceremony, she felt for the string and tugged gently, then gradually more firmly until it moved against the resistance. Slowly she eased it out and I was able see between my legs how much it had swelled with fluid from my rectum, and was thickly coated in my brown stool. To my surprise she pressed it onto her lap, immediately making a few streaks on her previously spotless apron. I tied to clench up, but the removal of the object caused my sphincter to close rather slowly, and I could not suppress a wet and noisy escape of the gas which had built up. I saw that some spurts of wet excrement had splattered on the nurse's apron, adding to the soiling. She seemed unperturbed at having to perform such a dirty job, and even when I broke wind she did not flinch at all.

That task complete, she bade me stand and I pulled on the white cotton ones she had given me to wear. "It doesn't matter if they get soiled. I hope you won't feel embarrassed if you mess in them."

They were similar to the ones I normally wear at home, though slightly more elastic so they hugged my buttocks and pubic area closely. I made a point of adjusting them and making sure they were snug, even running my hands over myself to accentuate the display.

She asked me if I realised the exam would be rather intimate, and since she would be doing tests on my bowels things would get a bit messy. I said did not mind at all, and even confessed that I quite enjoyed getting dirty. 

The first examinations were just to retake my temperature (orally), my pulse and blood pressure. Ulricke beckoned me to sit on the table, and she stood very close as she took my pulse. I could smell the trace of lavender soap she had used earlier, as well as the typical scent of her freshly laundered uniform and starched apron. As she stood against me I felt the slight stiffness of the material, especially the apron, contrasting with the softness of her underneath. I could not resist running my hand over her apron, and realised that on the inside it was plasticised and smooth, presumably to prevent her dress becoming wet and dirty. 

"You look nice in your uniform," I ventured. "It fits you so well, and I like it that you put it on freshly laundered and starched. But I'm sorry about getting your apron dirty."

"That's OK. Yes, Dr. Baxter says a fresh uniform is most becoming on a nurse. Of course, my uniform doesn't always stay clean, that's why I change for every exam, at least the apron. But it doesn't matter about it getting dirty, you musn't feel ashamed about that."

I was not quite sure I understood, so I probed further.

"Why did she make a point about your panties being clean, Nurse?" The nurse blushed and lowered her eyes. She said she sometimes gets aroused when examining a client. Especially a young man, but an attractive lady also. "I cannot help getting wet, and creaming my panties. I hoped you don't mind that. Sometimes they ..... they put their hand up my skirt and touch me through my panties .... I don't mind if they do it, but I feel ashamed when I cum. Dr. Baxter says I shouldn't be embarrassed, but she insists I change my panties after each exam."

I told the nurse I was glad she told me, and that the doctor was quite right. I imagined putting my hand up her skirt and rubbing her crotch through the cotton of her panties and feeling the wetness seep through, or even fingering her clitoris and vagina.  She took my forearm to measure my blood pressure she placed it between her own and her rib-cage, and I could feel the swell of her bosom underneath, clearly unrestrained by a bra. She wound the bag around my elbow, in traditional style and pumped the bulb to sufficient pressure. She took some time over the measurement, as if concerned the reading might be incorrect. In the end she seemed satisfied and released the pressure, but kept the contact with my arm for a few more seconds. I wondered what would happen if I squeezed her breast. Feeling unsure, however, I simply let my hand rest against her tunic. 

While she performed these tasks I felt a movement. "Oh, nurse! I'm so sorry, I'm sure I pooped a little into your panties just now, I must have soiled them." This happened several times, but Ulricke was extremely sympathetic and said just to relax.

"Doctor Baxter told me I must take a urine and stool specimen from you, did you know?" I confirmed I had to be prepared for that. "Yes, I didn't void this morning and I'm feeling rather full. Also in my bladder."

"OK, we can do that now. I should mention your vital measurements are all on the high side, though not unduly so. They are often higher in a when taken here in the clinic."

I stood up and found that the cotton was sticking to my bum where some stool had emerged. Ulricke carefully pulled down at the sides and front, allowing her hand to slip inside and accidentally stroke my mound and lips. 

"Can you hold your stool for a few moments, Margaret, while I take these right off and fetch the receptacles?"

I said I thought I could hold it in, and Ulricke continued to pull my panties down until I could step out of them. I felt a mixture of shame and excitement when I saw the mess I had made. There was a thick layer of dark poop, which had been squashed into the material, and I was sure they would never look completely clean again, even after washing. She smiled at seeing how filthy they were, and I wondered if she had a secret panty-soiling fetish.

"Goodness, Margaret, you have got these into a lovely state. It's a good job you didn't wear your nice ones, they'd be ruined!"

She fetched a beaker and asked if I was ready to provide a urine specimen.

"I'm sorry to ask, but I have to watch you urinate into the beaker. I know it is rather humiliating but I have seen it many times in this job. Please don't be embarrassed."

I assured her that I did not mind in the least if she watches while I piss into the beaker, and I turned toward her, thrust out my pelvis and spread my legs in a rather lewd manner.

"Can you see OK like this, or shall I open up a bit more?"

She seemed more than happy at my display and held the beaker under my pee-hole. I relaxed my pelvic muscles to let loose a strong stream of pee which almost filled the quarter-pint beaker.

"Oh, Nurse, I don't think I can stop and it will soon be overflowing. It's so embarrassing!"

"You don't have to stop, just let it all out onto the floor. That's fine, just let it all out .... Yes, like that, Margaret." 

As I stood there I felt incredibly naughty to be urinating directly on the floor, even though the recess was designed for such things. It was like when I peed in the shower on my own or in front of Lauren, but now I was doing it in front of a professionally trained nurse, and with her approval. After the last dribbles had ceased, Ulricke gently wiped me dry with a towel, working the softness in between my legs and dabbing my pussy lips. 

"I realise it is very degrading to give the stool sample while someone watches, but I have to ask you to do it while I supervise."

"Yes, it will be most humiliating for me to have someone watch while I defecate into the bowl, I'd be terribly embarrassed. But I suppose it is necessary. I'm sure I'll feel terribly humiliated doing it in front of you."

"But you mustn't feel ashamed or embarrassed. Everbody has to empty their bowels, it's a normal act, and I often have to watch or assist a bowel movement. It is what I am trained to do."

Ulricke knelt behind me as I relaxed by bowels. In no time I felt a large mass force its way through and dilate my anal hole. 

"Aaaagghhhh .....Uuuuurrrrgggggghhhhhh ....." I began to strain and grunt as it was met by the resistance of my sphincter. "I feel it is coming out, but it is so big, it is hurting a bit."

Ulricke told me not to strain, just relax, and she began to massage my lower abdomen with her latex covered hand. She was very close and I felt her body through her uniform as she pressed gently against my back. With her other hand she worked at my anus and eased one finger just inside, and then a second, not fully penetrating but entering as far as my ring enough to relieve the tightness.

"Aaaahhhh ... that's nice ...... yes, I can feel it opening up now ..... it's about coming out ...."

Once my ring was opened, a large piece of my stool emerged smoothly. But before it was out I felt Ulricke's apron push up against me.

"Now pinch it off, Margaret."

I was a bit surprised by obeyed anyway. She pressed her apron against my rear hole and told me to hold the rest in, for later. To my amazement Ulricke had held the stool on her apron and was now transferring it to a bowl. Her already soiled apron would now be totally plastered in my excrement.

"Don't worry about my apron, it was already soiled. I've been doing these dirty examinations for some time and I am quite used to this. But I had better wipe it so the bits do not fall on the floor."

When I stood up and looked round I saw that her apron was so daubed in my excrement, she looked as if she had been in the front line of a mud-fight. But she simply took some paper towels and wiped off the excess, smearing the remainder onto the cloth of her apron. She then took a damp cloth and wiped all around my bum hole, between my buttocks and legs, and them dried me off with a soft towel as before.

Doctor will be here soon to fit your butt-plug, and you will need to be completely relaxed. But at the moment I expect you feeling a bit stressed so you might like me to give you a relaxing massage first."

"Yes, Nurse, I'd like that. You have a very gentle manner and I am sure you give a lovely massage. Shall I put the panties back on?"

"You don't need to wear any panties of course. Just relax ..... relax completely."

She helped me lie face down onto the plastic covered exam table and gently parted my legs to make a V. Any tenseness I might have felt was quickly dispelled as she softly stroked the backs of my legs, running her hands slowly up from my feet all the way to the top, over my buttocks, and back and shoulders as her sensitive hands removed all the tension. After a few minutes Ulricke helped me turn over onto my back and she resumed the gentle stroking of my legs, each movement smooth and unhurried. I felt something penetrate my anus and realised she had inserted the rectal thermometer.

"Just a confirmatory check on your temperature"

She parted my legs wider and began to work the inside of my thighs, and her hands again continued their travel around my pelvis, circling round over my abdomen and back down the other side. She pressed gently but firmly into my lower abdomen, fingering my belly-button as she did so. The rhythm was making me moist as she worked both hands at the same time, on either side, but not touching my pubic area. The then turned her attention to my breasts and teased my hardening nipples. With the other hand she now probed the contours of my mound and the delicate folds and crevices underneath. With slow, languid movements she stroked and gently kneaded my sex. I began to stir and gyrate my hips, spreading my legs wider still as the secretions of my own vagina started dribble out. Wisely, she removed the thermometer.

Ulricke now stood very close and I saw she was swaying and gyrating her hips causing the hem of her skirt ride up. Her face was flushed and she was breathing more heavily. I could see her panties, and a damp patch, which had appeared. I softly ran my fingers up her leg, from her knee and under the skirt of her uniform to feel the warm wetness at the crotch. For several minutes as she massaged my mound and stroked the wet slippery furrow between my lips, I stroked her through her panties until she gave a shudder and a torrent of juice gushed from her opening and flooded through the material. I put my hand inside her panties to obtain access to the deliciously warm wetness pouring from her and pushed my fingers inside. She had surprise in store for me because she has her outer lips pierced and rings were affixed. I could not resist the temptation to caress her labia, and as I pulled gently at the rigs her lips came right open, like a flower suddenly coming into bloom. The effect on Ulrike was immediate, and I thought her legs were about to buckle, but she steadied herself my leaning against the table. Her vagina was wet and hot and oozing juice which I could smell had a strong tangy scent, more fruity than mine. I twisted my middle finger round her clitoris, which seemed to throb with the movement. I wanted to bury my whole hand in there in her cunt. I felt my arousal grow and was starting to grind and buck my hips when she suddenly slipped her hand inside and pushed a finger to the door of my vaginal opening. On reflex I opened, inviting her fingers to explore the depths of my cunt and to frig my clitoris.

"Ahhhhh!!!! Nurse, ..... I'm going to cum. Fuck me with your hand! Shove it right in!! I'm cumming, I'm cumming all over my nurse's hand ....... Aaaahhhhhh!!!!! ...... AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!! ...... I'M CUMMMMINGGGGG!!!!! .......AAAAAGGGGHHHH!! ..... aaaaaaaaaaagggghhhhh! .... aaaagghhh ..."




Plugged



I ground my hips, bucking and squirming furiously as I tried to impale myself on her invading hand. I might have fallen, but Ulricke kept a steady hand on me. I cannot remember such a violent orgasm, it seemed my juices flowed and flowed. Eventually I calmed down, covered in sweat and panting.

Ulricke suggested I take a cool shower while she tidied up and wiped dry the table. I had come out of the shower had just dried off when Dr. Baxter came in. I was completely naked in front of her.

As before she was wearing a white lab-coat but here appearance had changed. Her hair was scraped back and made into a tight bun, and she had made up her face rather severely with deep red lipstick, dark eye-shadow and mascara.

"Ms. Jenkins, I am pleased to see that Nurse Schloppfarth has fully prepared you. I hope the experience was not unpleasant and you are feeling refreshed and relaxed." 

"Oh, yes, Ulricke made me feel completely comfortable.

"Nurse, Have you completed all the preliminaries, no problems? Ah, I see the vital signs are a little high, but all within normal range considering the circumstances. The temperature is slightly elevated. Have you taken a confirmatory rectal reading?"

"Yes, the rectal is pencilled next to the oral."

"Ah, yes. You've done well nurse. It looks as if you have been most thorough."

She slowly traced her fingers over the filthy apron and smiled. 

"Very thorough. Judging by the state of nurse's uniform I imagine you thoroughly enjoyed the treatment so far. Damp with female secretions as well."

I realised then that Ulricke must has wiped her cum covered hand on her apron. Doctor then reached under Ulricke's skirt and felt between her leg and her panties. The girl quivered at the touch and almost seemed to lose her balance.

"Goodness, they're dripping wet!" she scolded, but laughing. "It looks like you both took advantage of the intimate nature of the exam. Well nurse, you really outdid yourself, but I very pleased with you. I hope Ms. Jenkins is sufficiently relaxed. Good, I think we can start to deal with the main purpose of her visit."

"Nurse, help Ms. Jenkins into position on the table. You know how to work the stirrups and restraints."

Ulricke helped me on and then moved various levers to position the various devices. Satisfied, she carefully placed my legs in specially shaped holders and then buckled them up. My legs were spread but not fully wide. She then adjusted the position, bringing my knees closer up to the side of my chest and slightly further apart, forcing my buttocks open to reveal my anus. She then attached a belt around my middle, just below my breasts, and also fastened cuffs around my wrists. The closures were velcro and the restraints were softly padded, so were perfectly comfortable, but I was completely secured. With my nakedness I felt vulnerable, and for the first time rather anxious.

"There is no need to worry, Ms. Jenkins. The restraints are merely for precaution and also it will be more comfortable to be held in a stable position."

Doctor Baxter pulled on a pair of latex gloves, snapping the cuffs into position around her wrists, then approached and peered closely at my anal hole, put her hands on my buttocks and gently prised them apart. Without warning she inserted a latex clad finger into my dark hole. I flinched as she pushed it well in and squirmed it around, as could not suppress an escape of gas. She quickly withdrew and examined the film of excrement on the latex.

"Just relax Ms. Jenkins. Don't try to suppress the breaking of wind, or escape of anything else from your arse. It doesn't matter if you poop onto my glove."

In contrast to Ulricke's gentle and sympathetic manner, the doctors more forceful demeanour and I felt much more self-conscious in her presence.

"Although you gave a stool sample, I hope your rectum is not completely void. It is much better for testing if you still retain some stool. Nurse, did you make sure that Ms. Jenkins retained some of her faeces."

"Yes, I used the Bauschinker procedure, using my apron as a block to inhibit the final expulsion. It means ruining it, but you told me that does not matter."

"Correct, nurse, you did well. Now please fetch the set of plugs and we'll find one that fit's Ms. Jenkins rear orifice."

After feeling past my sphincter and inside to my rectum, the doctor asked me to clench and tense, then relax. After some testing with one, then two and three fingers she remarked that I had very strong muscle tone in the pelvic area but I was in danger of developing a habit of holding my stool for too long.

"I think we should try one as large as you can accept, but that will probably be no more than mid-size. But let us start with a smaller one first."

The doctor selected a slim black dumbbell-shaped object made of smooth rubber, about 3 inches long, about the diameter of a smallish candle in the middle. In fact it was ball-shaped and with a ring at one end, while tapered and rounded off at the other. She generously lubricated it with what looked like KY jelly and at the same time applied a copious amount to my anus.

"I'm going to ease it in slowly, so please relax as much as you can. It might not look very big but your sphincter will notice the intrusion. Nurse Schloppfarth will help you relax, if need be."

Ulricke massaged my breasts and belly, keeping me in a state of bliss. The doctor cautiously pushed the tapered end into me, and I immediately felt my ring being forced open. There was a slight pain as the widest section of the device penetrated me but that soon passed, leaving me with a slight feeling of fullness and pressure on my ring. She twisted and waggled it about and it seemed rather loose. I felt sure this was not the size Dr. Baxter had in mind for me, but was gently introducing the experience of being plugged.

"No, this clearly is too small. I'll try the next size."

The new device was similar in shaper but obviously thicker and slightly longer. Again she lubed and eased it in. The stretching of my ring was more noticeable, but again not painful once the thickest part had passed through. Again I felt it was not big enough to provide a secure fit. The third device proved quite difficult to insert. The pain was sharp and it was necessary for Ulricke to massage my lower belly to help me relax, working her hand down to my mound and even touching her fingertips over my hood and lips. I felt very full and my sphincter was stretched uncomfortably, although the sensation eased after a few moments. The doctor again agitated it but there was obviously strong resistance. She then put her fingers into my vagina, eventually working the whole of her small hand inside to feel the device through the membrane between my front and rear cavities.

"Good, it is sitting snugly without fouling against anything. It occupies only a small fraction of your rectal cavity and is embedded in an amount of faecal matter. I was a bit tight to insert, mainly because of your muscle tone down there. But I think we have found the right one. It fits tightly enough to stop any egress, but I want you to get up and walk around to see that you can move normally. In fact that will help the device to bed into you better."

Ulricke unfastened me and I carefully eased myself off the table. At first I felt the presence of the device, its bulk and weight, as well as the stretching of my anal ring. But a few minutes of walking and bending without discomfort, although I remained conscious of the intrusion. I tried more stretching and light gym exercise but it remained snugly and comfortably in place and was even fine when I pedalled the stationary bike.

I said I was sure it was the right model but I had a rather delicate question, could I wear during sexual penetration? 

"Naturally, you will continue an active sex life. You may prefer to remove it prior to sex, or make it part of your sexual games. You might like your partner to take it out, and put it in after. Or fuck you while you wear it. If you prefer to be active, there is a version which attaches to a strap on dildo. But would you first like to feel how it is to be penetrated?" 

"Yes, I'd like to be certain that I can enjoy sex."

"That's a good idea Ms. Jenkins. Nurse Schloppfarth, get me the harness and phallus number 106 It is as well to test it with something of good size, and anyway Ms. Jenkins has a large and very wet cunt so she'll need something of sufficient calibre. And you might as well change out of your uniform. I'm sure Ms. Jenkins will not mind if you're naked."

A few minutes later Ulricke returned carrying a wooden box. Naked, she was very beautiful. Her breasts were large but well-proportioned to her height and build, and her figure narrowed gently at her waist. She wore delicate chain belt attached to a ring hanging from a silver bauble at her navel. Like her shaven mound, her breasts and belly were extensively tattooed with Celtic and Gothic symbols depicted scenes of debauchery. I realised now that the fresh face hid a labyrinth of dark desires. Her nipples were pierced and sported silver rings. I could now see the rings that affixed to her labia, the ones I only felt before. Also to my surprise, Dr Baxter unbuttoned her lab-coat and removed it, she'd had been naked underneath. Her body was evenly bronzed and looked fit and wiry, and sporting a well-defined abdominal muscles. Despite her small frame I had no doubt she was quite strong. Casually, almost she unfastened and removed her bra and then peeled off her panties, revealing a completely shaven mound and pussy. She attached the dildo to the harness and strapped it on, naked except for the harness and huge flesh-coloured phallus jutting out.

"Nurse, help Ms. Jenkins back onto the table, and hold her firmly. Even better, get up over her. Let her lick you out if she likes."

Ulricke got up onto the table and knelt, straddling my face which her gaping cunt just inches away. She separated her lips, lewdly exposing her cunt and clit, glistening and dripping wet and I swooned in the heady fragrance as the moisture seeped out and dribbled onto my face. She placed her hands on my thighs to separate them, ready for penetration. 

"Ms. Jenkins, I see you cunt is well lubricated so I'm going to fuck it now. I will fill you as completely as any man could and so I want you to tell me if you experience any pain in your anus or rectum while I do it. Also I want you to abandon yourself to your passions. Those is perfectly normal and you should not feel any guilt or shame."

As I reached up to caress Ulricke's sex with my tongue I felt my vagina being opened, wider than I ever remembered, almost painfully. But I was so relaxed and wet even the doctor's monster slipped in, filling my hole and inundating all of my senses. 

"Yes that's lovely, doctor, wonderful! It is so big but fits me so well. Oh yes!"

I thrust and bucked furiously to meet this invader, and would have fallen had not Ulricke's firm grip help me steady. At the same time she rubbed her soaking cunt all over my face, covering it with a layer of her slippery juice. Again I came to a massive climax, driven by the massive object filling my hole, my submission to the doctor and her nurse, and by the sense of becoming a sex object for the fulfilment of their desires. I lost control of my emotions and uttered animal sounds and words of the filthiest sort.

"Ahhhhh!!!! Doctor, ..... I'm going to cum. Fuck me with your cock! Shove it right in!! .... Yes, like that, do it hard. Rip me, rip open my filthy whore cunt ....... Oh!! Yes .... YES!! ..... YES!!!! ....... Nurse, rub your smelly wet cunt over my face let me lick it, let me be your cunt-licking slut. AAARRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!! ..... I'm cumming, I'm cumming ....... Aaaahhhhhh!!!!! ...... Yes, fuck me, FUCK ME, FUCK ME UP MY CUNT!!!! AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!! ...... I'M CUMMMMINGGGGG!!!!! .......AAAAAGGGGHHHH!! ..... aaaaaaaaaaagggghhhhh! .... aaaagghhh ..."

I must have lost consciousness for a while because the next thing was Ulricke was gently cleaning me in the shower, soothing me and rubbing the fragrant gel over all my body. Then she dried me off with a towel. We were both still naked, except we still wore our butt-plugs. She then showed me how to arrange and fix the straps to assemble the whole device into something like an ultra-thin thong panty, and how to attach a dildo to the webbing. Dr. Baxter was in the room, but now attired in her normal manner.

"You might as well wear it as you leave. I suggest you do not remove it until after you return home, and then perhaps with your daughter present. You need to check how effectively it prevent any escape, so you should put back on your own underwear and check for any marks."

"It will take a while for your bowels to adjust, and you might have difficulty defecating, but that should pass in a few days. So I want you to come back in a week for you to report progress, anything we need to adjust. But call me immediately if you suffer any pain. I'll call your daughter to tell her the fitting went well and to be ready for you when you return. I'm sure she will want to examine it, practice putting it into you and taking it out. So please do not be embarrassed about messing in front of her."

I knew I would not be embarrassed. In fact I was going to enjoy her inspection and control of me.



Plugging a Hole Pt. 01



Clinging to the ledge of the pool, I pretended to take a break from swimming my daily laps. That's one great thing about goggles—like dark sunglasses, they give you the freedom to stare at anyone. And Marco definitely gave me a lot to look at.

It was hard to believe that when we had first met just a few years ago, I wouldn't have given him a second glance. In his high school years, he was a thin kid with an awkwardly boyish face. Like me, his lean frame made him a natural swimmer, and we also shared an interest in art. Marco was a natural artist, much better than me. Back then we bonded over our mutual interests, but my feelings about him never crossed into the sexual realm. I graduated two years before he did, and I never really thought about him after that. 

Until now, of course. 

The physical changes he had undergone in the intervening years were truly stunning. Gone was the skinny, weirdly-proportioned eighteen-year old that I knew. Clearly he had been spending time in the gym, because the guy in front of me belonged in a swimsuit catalog—a tight chest, broad back, washboard abs, and arms with enough muscle to make the veins stand out—all accentuated by lightly tanned Brazilian skin. He was ripped, but he wasn't too muscular. His face, once boyish, was now strikingly handsome, with chiseled features outlined by a light stubble. His straight brown hair, wet from the pool, was long enough on top to sweep across his eyes and fall naturally over his ears. 

Transfixed, I watched as he effortlessly one-armed himself out of the pool. The wet bathing suit clung tightly to his body, perfectly outlining his shapely, protruding ass. And nobody could miss the sizable bulge in between his legs either. 

I often found myself fantasizing about both features, getting my rocks off to thoughts of fucking his bubble butt or having his big cock tearing up my ass. Alas, I had never done either of those deeds with any guy. Through all of high school, I was strictly into ladies. Indeed, I still thought often about them. But a break-up with a girlfriend and my generally non-conformist attitude got me thinking about what it would be like to play for the other team for a day. The illicit nature of the act attracted me—after all, there must be something to this gay thing if so many guys enjoy it. It started out by just watching some gay porn for the thrill of it, but the curiosity soon became a habit, and the habit quickly turned into a constant fantasy. I was determined to have at least one gay experience, and I wanted that to be soon. 

As Marco walked toward the locker room, he noticed me bobbing at the pool's edge. I raised a hand to wave. 

"Hey Nicky," he said, smiling to reveal a two rows of white, even teeth. 

"What's up Marco," I replied, removing my goggles. 

"Oh, you know, studying for finals. Trying to carve out time to read a textbook I should have been reading all year."

"Yeah," I laughed, "pretty much the same thing here. What are you up to this tonight?" 

"Probably having a few people over my apartment. Just to chill and drink casually. Wanna come?"

"Definitely, man. What time?"

"10?"

"Yeah, sure thing," he grinned. "See you later."

"Later."

I watched as Marco walked down and turned into the locker room, following the movement of his ass. As it happened, we had both ended up at the same university, and after my last relationship ended we started hanging out more. We weren't exactly friends, but he was fun to be around. To be honest, I always felt a bit of queer vibe from him—he had many beautiful female friends, but as far as I knew that's all they were. No girlfriends. No sex. Plus, he was an artist—surely he had at least entertained the notion of sex with a man. And then there were the "moments." Putting his hand on my hand. Catching him looking at me. A strange look in his eyes, almost a hunger. But I never made any moves on him—not that I knew how, anyway. If I was wrong, then it would be extremely embarrassing for both of us. I had never been with a man, and I was not keen to announce to the world that I was open to experimentation. 

...

"See yeah later, Marco. Bye Nicky."

"See ya guys."

It was now around 2 a.m., and the last of the small crowd was just leaving. Marco's apartment was empty for the night, so now it was just me and him in the small living room. I almost got up to leave, too, but I didn't. This would be our first time alone, and being slightly drunk, I wanted to see where this went. Fortunately Marco didn't question my lingering presence. We continued to chat—he, too, was plainly a bit inebriated—and soon he was sitting next to me showing off a new pen and ink drawing. 

"I might have gone too far in a few places. What do you think?"

The drawing depicted a long-haired, muscular man kneeling on the ground, with a voluptuous, naked woman sitting on his back. Definitely erotic, but I had no idea what the message was. 

"Is that supposed to be you?" I asked, pointing to the man. The resemblance was clear. 

"Well, it could be," Marco laughed, putting his hand on my thigh as he did. I ignored the gesture. 

"But what is all of his supposed to be? Some kind of kinky sex thing?"

"Maybe," he replied, grinning mischievously. His hand was still on my thigh, and my dick was stiffening. 

"Maybe?" I asked, my voice quavering ever so slightly. 

"It means whatever you want it to mean." He pulled his hand away, but now his body was so close to mine that our legs and shoulders were touching. Marco's face was close now, too close. I continued to stare down at the paper, but I knew he was looking right at me. 

"Well..." I said, my voice trailing off. I looked up to meet Marco's gaze, saw that look of intense hunger in his light hazel eyes. Maybe it was the alcohol urging me on, but I found my free hand casually moving down toward his leg. Marco moved his face even closer to mine. My heart was pounding. I knew that this could be it—I may never get this opportunity again. 

I leaned in and kissed Marco full on the lips. It was clumsy, but he did not resist, returning the kiss with incredible passion. Years of sexual tension burst through to the service all at once. Our hands and bodies moved in a blur, shirts being ripped off, then pants. We were still on the couch, but now Marco was on top of me as we made out furiously in nothing but our boxers. My dick was rock solid, and I felt his own hard boner on my leg. 

After several breathless minutes, Marco pulled my boxers down and my dick flopped out, standing at attention. Tentatively, he took my erection in his hand, stroking it slowly. 

"Have you ever been with a dude before?" he asked. 

"No. I want to though."

Marco moved his head down to my crotch, continuing to jack me off. 

"Can I suck it?" he asked. 

"Yes," I answered immediately. I was panting, practically paralyzed that this was actually happening.

Marco opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around my cock, sucking and stroking expertly. He knew exactly what he was doing—it was like no blowjob I had ever received from a girl. I reached out and grabbed his hair, gently pressing his head down onto my seven inch boner. He looked up at me, eyes wide as he blew my dick. Marco was a bona fide master of cock sucking. He knew exactly how to use his tongue, how to tighten his lips for maximum pleasure, how to stroke my cock. It wasn't long before he brought me to the brink of orgasm.

"Marco, please, I'm gonna cum..."

With a loud pop, Marco pulled his lips off my dick. 

"Not yet," he said. "How about you return the favor?" He rose to his feet, yanked his boxers down, and put his rock solid cock right front of my face. Fully erect, it was at least eight inches. I stuck out my tongue, tentatively licking the tip, and then I put my lips around the full mushroom head. Despite my slow and sloppy sucking skills, Marco seemed to thoroughly enjoy having his man meat in my mouth. Eventually I started to get the hang of it, and Marco began to slowly fuck my face. Sucking off his huge cock and hearing moan in pleasure was turning me on big time. I wanted more than just oral sex, and I wanted it now. I paused the sucking momentarily. 

"I want you to fuck me," I said. 

"Have you ever been fucked before?"

"No. I want it so bad though."

Grinning, Marco took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He shoved me onto the bed and then straddled me. Being manhandled like that only made me even hornier, and I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Marco grabbed my arms and pinned me to the bed, sliding his dick along my abs as we made out. I wanted him in me so fucking bad. 

From a bedside drawer, he grabbed a bottle of lube and a box of condoms. I swatted the rubbers away. I wanted my first time to be unadulterated. It was risky, but I didn't care. 

"No condoms," I said. 

"Are you sure?" Marco asked. "I'm tested, but are you comfortable with that?"

"Yeah," I said firmly. I wanted to feel his cock in me and nothing else. 

Marco squirted some lube onto the tip of his finger, rubbing it around my anus. Then he lubed up a finger and inserted it slowly into my ass. I moaned softly as he added a second finger, then a third. The thrill of having another man's fingers in my ass was beyond imagining. I had used toys before, but nothing could compare to someone else doing it for me. I couldn't stand it any longer. I wanted his cock. I wanted him to take me like a fucking bitch. 

"Are you ready?" he asked. 

"Yes," I said breathlessly, nodding my head. 

I felt a shiver as his cock touched my lubed-up hole. He started with a little teasing, probing around my ass with his dick, prepping me for the moment. The anticipation was killing me. But then he began to apply a little bit of pressure, gently pushing his cock against my butthole. My heart was racing. I tried to keep my breathing steady even as I was moments away from having another man's hard cock in my ass for the first time. 

Marco looked straight into my eyes as the tip of his penis pressed harder and harder into my rear. At long last I opened up, and the head of his cock slipped past my sphincter and into my asshole. A moan of pure ecstasy escaped my lips. My hole naturally puckered, trying to expel the invader, but as I relaxed again the muscled boy's dick only went in deeper. 

"How does that feel?" he asked. 

"Good," I breathed, almost in a whisper. 

Carefully, Marco began to actually fuck me, his abs taut as he worked my ass. I closed my eyes and focused on nothing but the feeling of the big Brazilian dick burying itself inside of me. Naturally his eight inches of man meat took a lot of getting used to. But at the same time, the sensation of Marco's boner in my butt felt so good, so right. I opened my eyes and stole a glance down the length of my body, watching as his cock slowly penetrated me. He was only utilizing about half the length of his piece, but now I wanted more. 

"Aww man, fuck me harder," I implored. 

Marco propped himself up on me, pressing my legs further into my chest, thrusting his long penis even deeper into my gaping hole. 

"ARGHH!"

The muscled boy held my legs down as he leaned in and kissed my lips and then my neck, all the while continuing to increase the pace and strength of his thrusts. Pretty soon I felt his hips hitting my ass cheeks—he was balls-deep in me. I moaned uncontrollably as I took all eight inches of his beautiful dick. Marco was clearly enjoying my tight virgin ass. Our faces were an inch apart, the light stubble on his face occasionally scratching me. I could feel his breathing intensify in concert with the speed of his penetration. 

"Oh God, oh God Marco, please fuck me, fuck me harder!"

"You want me to totally destroy your ass?"

"Yes, please..."

Without removing his cock, Marco moved my body to the edge of the bed. Now standing upright, he grabbed a hold of my biceps, gripped them firmly. My legs were still scrunched up against my body, my feet underneath his armpits. With my asshole now opened for maximum penetration, Marco began to fuck me with reckless abandon. My eyes rolled back into my head as the sound of his hips bucking into my ass filled the room. Even as his cock threatened to split my ass in two, my own penis was rock solid as the Latino boy totally dominated me. I held onto his bulging triceps as I begged for his cock. Nothing mattered in that moment except for Marco and the eight inches of dick barebacking my virgin hole. 

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, cum in me, cum in my ass!" I yelled as I furiously jerked my dick. 

Marco held my hips as he put the full force of his beautiful body into my butt. Every one of his muscles popped with effort as he took me, ramming his dick into my hole like a jackhammer. After what seemed like an eternity, Marco began crying out in pleasure as his thrusts became slower and sloppier. His face relaxed into an expression of pure ecstasy, and I knew in that moment that he was emptying his balls deep into my ass. 

"Oh fuck Nicky, oh fuck, I'm cumming, FUCK!"

It was too much; my cock immediately erupted in the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. I only saw stars as a fountain of my own semen shot out with incredible force. 

"OHHH FUCK!!" I cried out as cum sprayed all over my hair, face, and chest. Marco collapsed on top of me, and we made out passionately for several breathless seconds. I felt his warm spunk leaking out of my hole, creating a small wet spot on sheets now damp with semen and sweat. 

"That was incredible," Marco said, his tongue shooting out to lap up some of the cum on my face.

I was too out of breath to even reply, and instead pulled him in for another kiss. We rolled around on the bed, our lips glued together. Even after we broke apart and calmed down, I still couldn't find any words. He had just popped my cherry in spectacular fashion, and nothing I could have said would have captured the experience. 

After totally wearing ourselves out during sex, Marco and I both found ourselves nodding off in the bed. He was lying flat on his stomach, his beautiful, shapely ass sticking straight up in the air. Right before I drifted off to sleep, I felt my cock stir, remembering how badly I wanted a piece of that ass...

...TO BE CONTINUED



Plugging a Hole Pt. 02



I woke up with a start, my heart skipping a beat as I noticed the boy sleeping beside me. For a moment I was disoriented, unsure how I ended up in a man's bed. But then I felt a soreness emanating from my rear end, and suddenly I remembered.

I had been fucked in the ass a few hours prior...my dick stiffened at the memory. 

I turned over and watched as Marco slept soundly beside me—even while snoozing he looked hot. Slowly I peeled back the sheet, revealing his nude, muscular body. It really was a work of art...every muscle stood out, perfectly toned, but at the same time he wasn't too big. Light tan skin complimented his figure nicely.

Then there was his ass. My God, his ASS. Two flawless globes protruded from his rear, almost out of proportion with the rest of his body. No sculptor could have carved a better butt—it was the ideal combination of muscle and natural curves. Most girls surely envied his voluptuous booty, and I would venture to say that even many straight men would want to fuck the hell out of it. 

I needed to have it. Long had I fantasized about ravaging this boy's beautiful butt. Marco had already thoroughly pulverized my ass, and it was only fair that I got a piece of his. Carefully, I positioned my face right above his rear. His ass was smooth and hairless, just like his chest. Obviously he shaved it, but I didn't mind. A body like his needed to remain pure. 

I let my hand lightly touch the bare glutes. My cock stirred instantly. I couldn't help myself—I put a second hand on his other cheek and gently kneaded his ass. With a grumble, Marco stirred awake. He looked back at me and smiled as I fondled his butt. 

"Good morning," he said in a mock sexy voice. 

I bent down and planted a kiss on his ass cheek. Then I stuck out my tongue and licked the soft skin. As I continued to work over his cheeks, I slipped a hand under his waist and grabbed at his cock. It was already rock solid. On impulse, I turned him over so his washboard abs faced the ceiling. Then I took his hard tool into my mouth. 

"Arghhh," Marco groaned, closing his eyes. Although I had already taken his eight inches down my throat the night before, I didn't get to bring him to orgasm. Some part of me really, really wanted to feel him finish in my mouth. I sucked Marco hard, my own cock stiffening as I felt him squirm in pleasure. It didn't take long to bring him to the brink. 

"Oh fuck Nicky, shit, I'm gonna blow soon..."

"Mmmm hmmm," I said, my mouth filled with his meat. I tried to remember what girls did to my own cock to drive me wild. I focused on his fat mushroom head, letting my tongue run over the underside. 

"Nicky, oh God that feels good, I'm gonna blow baby, oh BABY!"

Marco's dick pulsed with pleasure as warm spunk hit the back of my throat. The sensation of him losing control in my mouth made my own cock stick straight out. I continued sucking on him until every last drop of cum dripped into my mouth. His cock expelled so much semen that some of it leaked out the corner of my mouth, running down my chin and into his pubes. I slid my lips off of his tool and swallowed the load in one big gulp. 

But I wasn't done yet. I immediate moved from his dick down to his asshole, parting his cheeks with two hands. Without hesitation I dove into ass, jamming my tongue down into his pink hole. Marco let out a sharp sigh of pleasure, clearly surprised at this turn of events. 

"Oh fuck yeah," he breathed quietly, lost in the feeling. I ate out Marco's ass like it was my last meal, making sure that my wet tongue made its way into every nook and cranny. I couldn't imagine myself doing this to anyone else, even a girl. It was an impulsive move and I was enjoying every second of it. Marco had an ass that just begged you to eat it. 

But I also wanted to do more to his ass than just taste it. The issue was I didn't know how to ask permission to fuck another man in his ass. Fortunately, though, Marco solved that problem for me. 

"Oh Nicky, oh baby, I want you. Fuck me Nicky."

I looked up from my meal, climbing on top of him. Marco's eyes were wild, filled with lust as he pulled me in for a kiss. We made out ferociously as my boner pressed against his asshole. 

"Oh God, I want to fuck your perfect ass so bad," I said, my voice thick with lust. 

"Do it, Nicky, fuck me bareback. I want you inside of me."

I reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube that had recently been used to moisten my asshole. I squirted some into my hand, struggling to keep the bottle steady. My hands shook in excitement. I don't think I ever wanted anything as badly as I wanted Marco's ass at that moment. 

I first lubed up Marco's ass, repeating the routine that he had used on me. Then I lubed up my throbbing cock. I was so turned on that I nearly blew my load right in my own hand. Breath, I told myself, breath. Marco got up on his hands and knees, sticking his bubble butt in the air. 

"Take me like a bitch, Nicky," he said. His puckered pink hole stood at the ready, all lubed up, just waiting to envelop my cock. 

I didn't object to the position...I wanted to watch his flawless ass as I fucked it. I knelt behind Marco, putting the tip of my cock to his hole. Holding onto his hips, I exerted a little bit of pleasure, and then, just like that, I slipped into his tight hole. We both moaned at once as my dick sank in, and I nearly came immediately as I entered a man's ass for the first time. I regained my composure once more, and began fucking him slowly, getting used to the oh-so-pleasurable feeling of his ass sheathing my cock. 

"Your butt feels so good," I said—or rather slurred. I felt drunk as I fucked him faster and faster, all the while struggling not to blow my load. But once I felt adjusted, I was confident enough to start really fucking him. Marco whimpered in a combination of pain and pleasure, backing up into my cock, trying to get even more of my meat in his ass. 

"Oh fuck your dick feels so good. Fuck me hard baby, I want you to fuck me REALLY hard!"

He didn't need to be asked twice. I grabbed Marco's hips, pulling back my cock so that only the tip remained inside—then thrusted back into him as hard as I could. A sharp moan of pleasure escaped his lips. 

"YES! Keep doing that, keep fucking me!"

I gladly obliged his request. I went back to fucking him slow, reestablishing a rhythm, slamming into his rear deeper and faster with each thrust. With Marco moaning his encouragement, I started pounding him hard. Our ball sacks knocked together as I took him. The sight of his rippling ass cheeks as my hips smashed into his perfect bubble butt was surreal. I slammed this boy like no girl I had ever fucked, with his tight, slippery asshole gripping my cock in a warm embrace. Just hours before he had busted my cherry, but I loved that he could take it as good as he could give it. 

"OH NICKY, BABY, FUCK ME, FUCKING CUM IN THAT ASS!" he yelled. 

Indeed, my nuts were already swelling. As my pent-up orgasm built in my balls, I pounded Marco's booty as hard as I could. I grit my teeth, grabbing onto his muscled shoulder for leverage. With my other hand I seized his long brown hair, yanking his head back while seven inches of man meat propelled into his rear end. I lost myself in the feeling of his hot butt, Marco moaning like a girl as I tore his big curvy ass apart. 

Then my dick exploded, the sweet release of orgasm overtaking every fiber of my body. I dug my fingers into Marco's muscled butt as I shot my load inside of him, yelling at the top of my lungs in a frenzy. The sensation was better than any high I ever experienced. I continued to pump as I screamed in pleasure.

"OH FUCK, ARGHHH!!"

I was still hard even after the orgasm had subsided, pumping the last few drops of cum into the boy's bubble butt. Totally spent, I collapsed onto the bed beside a panting Marco, his ass still in the air. 

"Fuck Marco," I breathed, "fuck baby, your ass..." All I could picture was his bubble butt rippling against my hard stomach. 

"That was so hot," he said. "You were so great for your first time. I want your dick again already."

"Are you ready for seconds?" I asked, waving my dick in his face. I was still rock solid. 

Marco climbed on top of me, his abs and pecs tightening as he steadied himself. 

"Ready when you are," he said, kissing my lips as he lowered himself back onto me.



Plugging In



Summary: A day in the life of a girl and her anal plug. It’s fantasy folks, and not intended for anything other than fun. The characters and story are mine, and belong to me.

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Just looking at it made her wet.

It was so imposing, all black leather and silver, with the thick black plug anchored firmly into the tail-end of it. He’d e-mailed her earlier, the man she obeyed but had not yet met, and asked her to get it out and ready. He’d also told her to get herself ready, to shave her pussy and make it smooth, to oil the skin so it would be soft. So, she had, leaving her with nothing else to do but follow his instructions, even though a tiny part of her was anxious, looking for something, anything, to delay the inevitable.

“Insert your plug,” he’d typed, the words transcending their apparently stark nature. “You may use lube, of course, but don’t hesitate. Don’t insert it half-way, pull back, then try again. No matter how much it may hurt, I want you to accomplish this task in one smooth, continuous push.”

It was daunting, of course. The plug was large, thick at the bulge and not much smaller beneath. The bit that would part her anus once it was settled in place was as broad as a fairly large cock. She’d worked up to it over the course of a few months, not wanting to rush herself, but still pushed relentlessly in her timetable by the desires of her online Master. He didn’t want her to grow complacent, and so she hadn’t. By the time she’d learned to accept one plug easily, he’d moved her up to the next. She couldn’t say that the result hadn’t always been pleasant, because it had. She’d loved it, the apparent non-control over her body, the dictates of a Master who took her beyond her comfort zone and into a space she wouldn’t have dared occupy if left to her own devices. His insistence, his determination that she wouldn’t simply accept her limitations without protest, had shown her that her body was willing to do things her mind couldn’t comprehend. And, to make it sound esoteric was perhaps doing a disservice to the more banal, inherently more carnal, outcome. She liked pain, liked discomfort, liked humiliation, and liked most of all feeling she had no control over the level at which it was administered. While it was true that he would never know if she didn’t obey his dictates as instructed, instinctively she realized that if she lied to him, she just simply wouldn’t enjoy it as much. Hedonistic as it might have been, it was her pleasure driving the whole endeavor, and she wasn’t dishonest enough to pretend otherwise.

So, according to her instructions, she applied a healthy dollop of lube, using her fingers to spread the excess around her smoothly shaven anus, dipping inside occasionally, almost teasing herself. She realized she’d put it off as long as she could, well aware that he’d be displeased with her were he to know. Taking one last glance at the plug, aroused beyond comprehension at the thought that it would soon be nestled quite firmly inside of her, she lay down on the bed, turning on to her side and reaching behind her, grasping the harness. Guiding it to her, body stiffening in anticipation, she took a deep breath, the blunt tip of the plug resting against her hole. It was more a breath of fortification, to calm the already rapid beating of her heart, than anything else.

Eyes fluttering closed, she started to push, that delicious first penetration soon giving way to more and more intense pressure until she was breathing heavily, anus nothing but an aching void. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes at the point where she normally would have admitted temporary defeat and eased the plug back, letting herself adjust to it, but she couldn’t do that this time. This time she had to keep on, and as she pushed, she felt the momentary fear that she was never going to be able to do it, that her body quite simply wouldn’t stretch far enough. It was something that always happened, even though she knew she’d taken it before and most certainly could again. And, like always, just seconds after that feeling hit, she felt herself start to close over the thickest part of the plug, that slide down to the base nearly a relief. That is, until she realized just how well she was stretched, the plug parting her very efficiently. It was a fulfilling sensation at the moment, bordering on uncomfortable yet not, and as she pulled the rest of the harness into place, she wiggled around on the bed, moving it into place, the sharp pain that had been teasing at her before settling into a dull, constant pressure.

A quick click had her locked in, and with a sigh she laid the key that would guarantee her freedom to the side. Unfortunately, it was to be left at home, leaving her with no other option than to hope she could return quickly. She knew it probably wasn’t meant to be, though, and accepted the fact with a confusing mixture of anticipation and resignation.

He wanted her to look a bit slutty that night. She was to wear her loosely pleated black skirt, the one that vaguely resembled the bottom half of a Catholic school-girl outfit. Sheer black stockings and garters went with it, taking away the co-ed feel slightly, appropriate since she was now in her late twenties. Stiletto heels elongated her calves and straightened her posture, automatically putting her breasts on display. Not that they wouldn’t be on display anyway. The tight black tank top she was wearing saw to that, the thin material highlighting her well-rounded C cups. The definite jiggle when she walked was a clear indication that she wasn’t wearing a bra, as were her hardened nipples, but she couldn’t help either of those things.

Taking a step, moving gingerly, she moaned at the near orgasmic sensation of feeling herself slide against the plug, the shift of her body around the stationary object sensuous to the extreme. She realized, much to her embarrassment, that her pussy was already soaking wet beneath the thick leather strap covering it. Each and every step reminded her that she was filled, ostensibly by him, his thick cock buried inside her as she went about fulfilling the tasks he had set for her.

She’d printed the list off but hadn’t looked at it. He’d insisted she do it that way, so that she couldn’t talk herself out of it, convince herself it was an impossible task before she even tried it. It was as if he knew that once she was in the harness, she’d find it nearly impossible to back down. Pride would keep her from it, as would the intensely exciting prospect of obeying him.

Feeling slightly breathless, she picked up the paper. Eyes closed, she took in a deep breath, letting the anticipation build, then looked down.

“I assume you’ve followed my directions like the good little slut I know you are. Of course, it’s only the beginning, and I’m curious to see if you can make it through the entire evening. Each of the items below must be completed as directed, no deviations allowed. Enjoy.”

Shivering slightly, perversely proud of her slut status, she read on, as of yet undaunted.

“First up is a trip to the nearest library. Check out a book, I don’t care which one, but don’t decide on a title until you’ve been there at least half an hour and looked on every shelf in the building. Take special care to read the names of the books on the bottom shelf, but when you do, bend at the waist and show off your pretty, slutty little ass.”

She snorted with laughter, unable to help herself. It seemed like such a silly request, one she was going to fulfill, but had to wonder what he was thinking. In all the scenarios she’d mapped out in her mind, a trip to the library hadn’t been the focus of a single one.

Snatching up her keys, making sure her purse was fully loaded with everything she was required to take with her, she made her way out into the night air. Her nipples hardened instantly, pressing against the thin fabric of her tank top in an almost obscene manner, and she fought the urge to cross her arms over her chest. He wouldn’t be happy with her if she did.

As she slid into the seat of her car, she nearly moaned, the pressure inside her shifting and increasing in intensity, and she wiggled slightly against the seat, feeling the plug move inside her. She felt naughty and dirty, wearing it outside of her house, convinced that anyone looking at her would be able to tell. It was ridiculous, really, because no one knew but herself, even though part of her couldn’t shake the belief that somehow everyone would know. Know she was a slut, know that her ass was stretched tight around the thick black plug…

The nearest library was only a few blocks from her house, but strangely enough, in a part of town she rarely visited. Conditions shifted radically in the span of a few streets, a seemingly invisible line dividing her neighborhood from the much poorer one only a few blocks over, and as she pulled into the parking lot, taking in the run-down, older model cars there, she felt herself grow a little apprehensive. The stark brick building looked somehow intimidating in the fading light of the evening, half of the streetlights apparently broken, and she gulped, suddenly quite nervous. For a moment, she thought about turning around, about choosing another destination, but he’d said the nearest library and this was it. Not that she thought he would want her to endanger herself in any way, and perhaps a single woman walking alone in a neighborhood like the one she was in, especially dressed as she was, would be a target.

No, she was going in. If she left, she wouldn’t make it to the next nearest library in time to adhere to his command. So, with a decisive move, she opened her door, stepping unsteadily onto the broken pavement beneath her. Walking quickly to the door, she threw it open, startling the elderly woman sitting placidly behind the desk.

The disapproving scowl shot her way soon turned to a look of near disgust, and she blushed, quite aware of how she had to look. She was dressed like a whore, the bright interior lights of the library unforgiving. Ducking her head slightly, suddenly very embarrassed, she made her way quickly past the old woman, heading for the nearest shelf, hoping to hide herself away. That one instant had defined the beauty in this part of his plan. His task wasn’t simply to give her meaningless chores to keep her away from her house… he wanted her humiliated.

It was fairly empty, for which she was grateful, but also extremely well air-conditioned, for which she was not. Nipples rock hard and straining against her shirt, she made her way slowly through the aisles, bending as instructed. Each time she did so, she could feel her skirt slide up the backs of her thighs, nearly so high as to leave her completely exposed. Some part of her must have liked it, because after the first couple of tugs, she didn’t bother pulling it back down, leaving it to ride high across her thighs. Maybe it was the thought that out there, unbeknownst to her, might be a patron she couldn’t see, eyes following the long line of her thighs straight up to her almost bared crotch, hitting on the thick leather with confusion.

About five minutes into her slow trek through the building, she finally hit a row that wasn’t unoccupied. At the other end stood a slim, young African-American man. His hair was in neat cornrows, his babyish face clean shaven. He was lounging against the corner of the shelf, book in hand, when she caught his eye. For a second, he gaped, eyes going wide, but then looked down quickly. She nearly chuckled, watching the way his eyes flitted from her to the book and back again, his interest obvious. Feeling slightly emboldened, she made her way down the aisle slowly, bending deeply, making sure every inch of her creamy white thighs was displayed to its best advantage. Half-way through her slow perusal, he stopped pretending to look at his book and focused only on her. By the time she reached him, he’d abandoned the book entirely, dark eyes hooded.

He didn’t move as she passed him, forcing her to squeeze between him and the shelf. As she did so, his hard cock brushed against her ass and she nearly gasped, beyond aroused that she’d aroused him. But, she didn’t stop, merely continued on, moving with methodical intent down the next aisle, aware that he’d followed her, that he was standing behind her, watching her every move. It made her wet, or, more accurately, wetter, and she put on a show for him, hips shaking as she moved, ass pushed back toward him.

She almost giggled as she realized that the task meant to humiliate her had gone in quite the different direction, each step she took followed by that of the young man behind her. For a moment, she wondered if she should worry about it, if she should be concerned that she’d acquired such an ardent admirer, but then she remembered the man’s handsome face and his hard cock, and it didn’t seem to matter nearly as much.

They were in the back, non-fiction apparently requested so rarely that it wasn’t even dusted, when she felt his hands on her waist, holding her still. She stiffened, wondering just how, exactly, to handle the situation when it hit her. He would not demand that she disappoint the young man behind her, and if the decision was made with a slight bit of bias on her part, then so be it.

“You’ve been teasing me,” the deep voice behind her whispered, and she pressed backward, ass rubbing over the thick length of his cock.

Surprised at how much she wanted what she had in mind might happen, she turned slowly, looking up. He was in his early twenties if even that, profile strong and regal, skin the color of creamy milk chocolate.

Running a hand down his belly to hook in the waistband of his jeans, she husked, “No, I haven’t. Teasing would imply that I’m not going to give you what you want.”

His nostrils flared at her words, pupils dilating until his eyes were nothing but dark black pools. “So what’s that mean? You going to fuck me? Right here?”

He said it as if it was a challenge, and she smiled a small, wicked little smile. “No,” she drawled, fingers tugging at his jeans, popping open the button.

One arrogant brow arched, and he ran his hands up under her tank, large palms rubbing roughly against her bare breasts. “I thought you said you were going to give me what I wanted,” he shot back, fingers tracing down to pinch her nipples tightly, drawing a satisfied moan.

Smirking slightly, she leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “You can’t fuck me. I wish you could, but right now, you just can’t. But, I really, really want to suck your cock. Will you let me?”

At that, the man chuckled, hands quickly sliding out from under her tank to rest on her shoulders, pressing down. “Let you?” he echoed, amused. “Fuck yeah. Suck me off, baby.”

Easing down to her knees, she slowly unzipped his pants, soft hands sneaking inside to pull his cock free, not quite able to wrap her fingers all the way around his shaft. When she saw him, she smiled, licking her lips in anticipation.

Looking up at him, comforted by the cocky grin on his face, she said seriously, “It’s very important you cum in my mouth, okay. I’ve got other places to go tonight, and don’t need a mess.”

Before he could answer, she’d wrapped her lips around his tip, one hand gripping the base of his shaft and the other braced on his thigh. Starting slowly, she began to suck, tongue flicking out to taste him, to trace his slit. He was warm, slightly salty, and almost too big for her mouth. Not that she was deterred. Instead, she worked to relax her jaw, taking him deeper and deeper with each bob of her head until she’d developed a steady rhythm, his cock sliding over her tongue to bump against the back of her throat.

She continued on that way for so long that she began to wonder if he was going to cum at all. He tasted wonderful and she loved the feel of him in her mouth, but her jaw was beginning to ache and she was growing nervous, well aware that the more time she spent on her knees, the longer she was vulnerable to discovery. She didn’t say anything though, having determined that she was going to make him cum no matter what. It seemed as if he’d developed an easy rhythm of his own, bucking slightly as she moved down his shaft, hands soon coming to rest in her hair, guiding her. The sounds of her mouth slurping against him sounded insanely loud to her own ears, as did the harsh cadence of his breathing, but she didn’t pull away, didn’t do anything but increase the speed of her movements, head bobbing rapidly against him.

By the time she felt him tighten, her jaw was so sore she felt tears pricking the corners of her eyes. The first jet of his cum splashed against the back of her throat, nearly gagging her, and she rushed to swallow as spurt after spurt filled her mouth, coating her tongue, until finally he eased, cock softening slightly. When he pulled free, he did so with a wet pop, and she flexed, tongue sneaking out to wipe her lips clean.

“How much I owe you?” he asked without looking at her, tucking himself back into place and zipping up easily.

She hesitated, uncertain, for a moment, what he was asking. “Owe me?” she asked, easing to her feet slowly.

“Yeah,” he grunted, reaching for his wallet. “For the blowjob.”

She blushed deeply when she realized he thought she was a whore, though on some level, the thought was nearly enough to make her cum. “You don’t owe me anything,” she said honestly, eyeing his wallet. “But, maybe you wouldn’t mind writing down your name and number. I’d love to feel that cock inside me one day.”

Despite the fact that she didn’t think she could, she blushed even more deeply as soon as the words crossed her lips. She’d rarely said anything so, well, so… slutty. At least, not outside the confines of her bedroom.

“Is that so,” the young man drawled, looking intensely pleased with himself. Then, the polite veneer he’d been sporting earlier dropped away, no doubt because he assumed he didn’t really have to worry about offending her. Or, at least that’s the way it seemed. “Cause I sure as hell wouldn’t mind fucking a bitch like you. Got some friends who wouldn’t mind, either. A cock-sucker like you could handle them, I’m sure.”

Swallowing nervously, feeling her pupils dilate with arousal at the mere thought, she licked her lips unconsciously, surprised to still taste him there. “Just how many friends?” she rasped, shifting slightly to rub her thighs together… anything to ease the ache that had sprung up between her legs.

With a leer, he looked her up and down, eyes linger for a long while on her breasts. “I’m a pretty popular guy,” he replied, voice almost a sneer. “Probably more friends than you could count. But, I doubt they’re more than your pussy can handle.”

As she thought about it, imagining a line of sturdy young men just like the one standing in front of her, her eyes landed on the clock on the wall and she gasped, surprised to realize that she’d exceeded the thirty minutes she was supposed to have allotted for this particular adventure. Grabbing a book at random, she tilted her head toward the counter. “Come on, I’ve got to go, but we can find you a piece of paper and a pencil, and you can write that number down for me,” she said enticingly, smiling slyly.

Grinning widely as he followed, she made her way up to the counter, digging out her county-wide library card. Trying in vain to ignore the old woman’s disapproving look, she slid the book onto the counter, laying her card out beside it. The woman took it gingerly, swiping it as if it were infectious, throwing it back down onto the counter immediately.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt someone behind her, a large hand palming her ass, but then realized it was the boy and she smiled and blushed, watching the old woman’s eyes look down to where he was fondling her openly, a severe frown on her face.




Plugging In



“You should be ashamed,” the old woman hissed, finally unable to take it anymore.

She merely smiled, reaching out for one of the markers laying on the counter and passing it over to her newfound friend. “Probably,” she said lightly, licking her lips lewdly, “but I just can’t bring myself to worry about it.”

The man behind her snorted, pulling a dollar out of his wallet and scribbling something on it. She grabbed her book and turned, hips wiggling as she led him out the main library doors.

“This is for you,” he said with a smirk when they reached the parking lot, holding out the dollar. “Couldn’t send you away with nothing, especially since you suck cock like a pro.”

She blushed, taking the dollar when she realized he’d written his name and telephone number on it, folding it neatly into the palm of her hand. “Maybe I’ll see you again,” she said with a crooked smile and a pointed glance down to his crotch. “Until later.”

Back in her car, she slid the dollar into the glove compartment, wiggling on the seat slightly as she felt her anus start to burn slightly, the initial numbness fading away in face of a more searing ache. It wasn’t bad yet, at least not like she knew it could conceivably get, and she pulled out her list, anxious to move on to the next item.

“Learn anything new at the library, little slut?” it started out, and she blushed deeply, thinking about how she’d spent the majority of her time. “I’ll bet you did, knowing you. Time for your next trick. I think a trip to the bus station is in order. You never know when you might want to take a vacation, and it’s always good to be prepared. So, why don’t you head on down, and read your next task when you get there.”

She shivered, hearing his words in her mind, sure his voice would be silky smooth and deep. Commanding, just like him, with that little hint of sarcasm she’d come to expect. Expect and appreciate, his mocking humor delivered with just enough of an edge to let her know he’d be laughing at her were he there, laughing at her pathetic need to do just what he asked of her.

It took her nearly twenty minutes to get to the bus station, and when she did, she found a parking space as close to the door as she could manage, flipping on her car’s overhead light to read what was to come next.

“Good girl. You’re so predictable, rushing to do my bidding. I like that about you. Now, wondering what’s to come? Go in, take your time to familiarize yourself with the place. Make sure everyone in there gets a good look at you, then pick the most visible seat you can find and sit down. I want you to wait. Surely some man will want to talk to a good looking whore like you, so I don’t expect you to have to wait long… the first one that flirts with you is your new task. I expect you to be out back behind the station sucking his cock within five minutes of his first hello. You’ve brought your condoms with you like a good girl, haven’t you? Of course you have. Make him wear one, and after he cums inside of it, take it off carefully, tie it up, and store it back in your purse. Don’t throw it away, and don’t lose a drop. We’ll have a use for it later.”

Mouth suddenly dry, she swallowed nervously, taking in the dimly lit lobby of the bus station, of the few people milling around that she could see from her perch in the car. For a moment, she considered admitting defeat and returning home. This was different than before. True, she’d sucked the cock of the young man back at the library, but that had been different. That had been her choice, and she could have passed him over had he not be acceptable. This time, though, she would have no choice. Whoever approached her first would be the one she would have to take, and the thought made her extremely nervous.

And, as she made her way inside the building, meandering slowly around the open lobby, she only grew more nervous. The time the feeling was tinged with a hint of nausea as she took a look around, eyes falling uneasily on the people waiting patiently on benches. There was a tired looking woman and her children, a few bags of luggage at their feet. A soldier apparently headed back to his base stood in another corner, duffel bag at his feet, an opened magazine in his lap. He hadn’t looked at her for more than a brief second, despite the fact that she’d intentionally tried to catch his eye. An elderly gentleman was dozing on another bench, a trail of drool etching out of the corner of his mouth, and two bright faced young women were holding court on yet another bench, talking animatedly to one another, faces bright. They’d looked at her with disdain as she’d passed, sneering for a second before bending close to one another to whisper snidely, and she’d blushed.

The only other person there was an older man, his graying hair sparse on top and slightly oily, plastered to his head with sweat. He had on a rumpled shirt, the remains of what she thought might have once been a jelly doughnut now a dark purple stain at the top of his burgeoning belly. He looked tired, with a few days scraggly stubble dotting his cheeks, and he’d leered openly as she passed, not even bothering to hide the way he undressed her with his eyes.

She made a complete circuit of the lobby almost five times, hoping that someone new would show up, but no one did. After that, she gave up, resigning herself to the fact that her options for the night were either the sleeping elderly man, the uninterested soldier, or the slob in the corner.

As soon as she settled into place, the man in the wrinkled shirt stood up, hitching his sagging pants up though they weren’t quite big enough to stretch over his belly, and made his way over to her. He settled into the seat beside her with a smile, exposing cigarette stained teeth, and she moaned internally.

“Where you headed?” he asked, voice a little deep though his tone was polite enough.

With a sigh, she gave herself over to the inevitable. “I’m actually not here to take a trip,” she admitted, turning to face him more fully, giving him a good view down the front of her tank.

He looked slightly startled, then confused. “Then why are you here?” he asked slowly, as if he thought she might possibly be mentally deficient.

“Look,” she said wearily, “I don’t really want to get into it. How about we settle for this… it’s your lucky night. I’m going to give you a blow-job, free of charge. What do you think about that?”

Sitting back against his seat quickly, surprise evident on his face, he looked at her warily as if trying to decide whether or not she was for real. “You’re going to give me a blow-job,” he said disbelievingly. “Like I’m supposed to fall for that one. What, you haul me off into the bathroom where there’s a squad of vice cops waiting, and I find myself in handcuffs bending over and grabbing my ankles for a biker with a hard-on? Yeah right.”

Sighing in frustration, she said crossly, “I’m not a cop. I have an… arrangement, you might say. The terms of the arrangement say that I have to do what this person asks of me, and tonight he’s asked me to suck the cock of the first person at the bus station that looks interested. Unless you’re not interested, that is.”

Eyes narrowing in comprehension, the man chuckled. “Oh, I see. Your pimp mad at you for something?”

Feeling it not worth the effort to explain, she merely shrugged her shoulders. “Or something. So, you want it or not?”

“Fuck yeah, I want it,” he growled. “Let’s go, bitch.”

He was already making his way toward the men’s room, and despite the fact her instructions had said to take him outside, she wasn’t going to quibble. Just so long as she managed to get the job done, that was all that mattered. Aware of the eyes following her, all except for the still oblivious and still quite handsome soldier, she eased past him into the men’s room, trying to ignore his smirk as he turned around, flipping the lock on the door.

“You have to wear a condom,” she cautioned, digging into her purse to pull the little packet out.

“Hey, no need to rush,” the man said lazily. “I want to see your tits. Raise that little shirt up for me.”

Eyes burning, angry with the man and, at that moment, angry with her online Master for putting her in the position in which she found herself, subject to the dictates of the ogre in front of her, she pulled the hem up defiantly, breasts soon bare. The man chuckled, then reached out to touch her, his hands rough as he squeezed her flesh, pawing at her, flicking roughly at her nipples. And, despite herself, she felt herself start to grow a little aroused, her nipples hardening under his rough touch.

“Oh, the slut likes that, eh?” he joked, tweaking each nipple in turn, lifting her breasts up by the hardened tips and then letting go, watching them bounce back into place. “You like it a little rough?”

She didn’t anything, just shot him an irritated look, jumping in surprise as he slapped each breast in turn, his opened palm snapping loudly in the quiet room. “Say it, slut,” he growled, pinching her nipples cruelly, short nails digging into her flesh.

“I like it rough,” she ground out, wincing slightly, the pain shooting down her belly to pool between her thighs in the form of hot, wet arousal.

His hands fell away, fumbling with his belt buckle, unzipping his pants as quickly as he could move. “You’re so fucking hot,” he said breathlessly, pulling out his cock. “Get on your knees, slut.”

Wincing as she looked at the slightly grimy floor, she kneeled nonetheless, watching as he stroked his cock in front of her face. It wasn’t overly large, especially not in comparison to his belly, and she sighed, ripping open the condom package.

“I don’t want it that way,” he protested, one hand gripping her hair roughly. “Fuck the condom.”

“Rules are rules,” she said irritably. “Either you wear it, and this doesn’t happen.”

With a grunt, he nodded, clearly unhappy. “Fine then, but you better be worth it, bitch.”

After sliding the condom down his cock, she closed her eyes, nose wrinkling at the slightly stale, smoky smell of his body, and took his cock between her lips, head bobbing quickly as she worked to get him off, unconcerned with anything other than making him cum. He groaned loudly, hands in her hair pulling her into him hard, his balls slapping slightly against her chin as she took the whole of his rather unimpressive length. Sooner than she’d expected, he was groaning, body jerking, and she felt the spurts hit the latex against her tongue.

He pulled free, and she moved to catch the condom, easing it off of him and quickly tying it into a knot. Under the guise of wrapping it in a napkin, she snuck it into her purse, snapping it shut and pulling her shirt down once more.

“Not half bad,” the guy said grudgingly, tucking himself back into place. “Tell your pimp you can work me for free anytime he wants.”

“Fuck you,” she spat, unable to hide her disgust for him, and in part herself, any longer.

At that, he smirked. “Already done that, you cocksucking slut-whore. Gotta run, or I’ll miss my bus.”

She could feel almost everyone’s eyes on her as she walked back through the lobby, the harried mother shielding her children’s eyes and the two girls in the corner glaring at her. The man just sneered and blew her a kiss, and she nearly ran through the lobby, convinced she’d never been so embarrassed before in her life. It was, perversely, intensely arousing, and she could feel herself slipping easily against the leather between her legs, pussy soaking wet.

Back in the car, she took a calming breath, anus contracting involuntarily on the thick plug buried inside her, the now tired sphincter muscle aching. Putting her purse to the side, trying not to think of what was inside, she picked up the note again.

“How’s my little cocksucker doing?”

She shook her head wryly, a rueful smile on her face. His little cocksucker was, alternately, not doing well, and doing too well indeed. She couldn’t believe that being forced to suck that pig’s cock had turned her on as much as it had.

“Now, I’m going to give you a choice. You’ve done well, using that stranger for our pleasure. If you think you can’t handle any more, that the night’s adventures have been enough for now, you may go home. I’ll be online waiting on you, and won’t be disappointed if you don’t think you can continue on tonight. If not, if you’re committed to following through on everything I’ve set for you, then read on.”

Taking a moment to think it over, not quite sure that she wanted to know what he had in mind for her after the bus station adventure, she though seriously about returning back to her house. After all, she’d already had quite the adventuresome night. One man in the library, another in the bus station bathroom… without doubt, one of her more active played out fantasies.

But…

She wanted it all.

“Ah, good. It pleases me to know you’ve decided to read on. Don’t worry… there aren’t new horrors in store for you. Just more of the same old, same old. Remember that package of condoms I told you to buy and bring with you? You’ve used one of the six already, so just five more to go. Think you can suck five more cocks tonight? I know you can, so don’t worry. It’ll be easy. There’s a club where you should be at now. It’s only a few blocks away, and it should be late enough for there to be a sufficient amount of prey. Here’s what you do… When the first man asks you to dance, you look at him and say, ‘I won’t dance with you, but I will suck your cock. Interested?’. I’m going to guess he will be. Take him out to your car, use the condom so you can fill it up and keep it like before, then when you’re finished, just do the same with the next four, and you should be out of there in no time at all.”

She gasped, considering what she’d let herself in for, then nearly doubled over in a wave of pleasure. Once again, he’d taken control away from her, and in such a delicious fashion.

With a small smile, she made her way over the club he was referring to, watching the long line of people waiting to get inside. Keeping his instructions in mind, she parked in a far corner of the parking lot in a space beneath a broken light, well aware that her car was about to see far more action than a well-lighted space could handle, and made her way toward the door. The line was long, wrapped all the way down the side of the building, and she shivered lightly in the cool night air, suddenly wishing for a jacket. But, he hadn’t allowed her a jacket, not wanting to cover up the assets he so clearly though she should display.

She’d been waiting for nearly half an hour by the time she made it up to the door. Her calves were beginning to ache from the unnatural angle the stilettos forced her into, and her ass was slowly turning into nothing more than what felt like one big, gaping bruise. The tender flesh was starting to burn, the plug seeming to grow thicker and thicker inside her as the minutes passed by even though she knew that it wasn’t possible, and she couldn’t help but squirm about a little bit, unable to find relief.

The club was crowded, the music loud enough to shatter an eardrum, and she relaxed slightly in the darkness. She was headed for the bar, intent on getting a drink, when a cocky young man stepped out in front of her, grinning widely.

“Hey baby, you wanna dance?” he asked, smirking slightly, eyes focused unwaveringly on her breasts.

Swallowing nervously, not having had enough time to prepare herself even though she’d been in line for almost half an hour, she nonetheless leaned forward, lips brushing against his ear as she said, “I won’t dance with you, but I will suck your cock. Interested?”

He pulled back in surprise, dark eyes going wide. “You’re fucking kidding me, right?” he asked, grinning broadly.

“Not kidding,” she said with an unprepossessing shirk of the shoulders. “I’m sucking five cocks tonight, and yours will be the first,” she said honestly, not even bothering to hide the truth of her intent. After all, she’d already learned it was best to avoid misunderstandings.

“No shit,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Five?”

Blushing, she nodded. “Uh-huh, and you can be first. You interested?”

“Hold up… why’d you pick me?” he asked, chest puffing out with pride.

Tilting her head to the side, she smiled. “Because you were the first to ask. First come, first serve, so to speak.”

“Well, fuck yeah. So why five? Gotta quota or something?” he asked, leering down at her, one hand sneaking around to cup her ass, squeezing firmly.

Shivering into the contact despite herself, she nodded. “Actually, yeah, I do.”

“So how’re you going to pick the other four?” he asked, hand sneaking down to slide between her thighs, fingers teasing up past the top of her stockings to stroke bare skin.

“Same way I picked you,” she gasped, eyes glazing over slightly at the thought of him fondling her so publicly. He merely grinned arrogantly at the sound, pulling her in harder against his stirring cock.

“So,” he drawled, “how about you let me pick them for you. I’ll find four more guys, and you let us all watch. How about that?”

She shivered at the thought, imaging herself down on her knees, one cock in her mouth and four waiting. It was a picture she found she liked. A lot.

“Okay,” she allowed, eyes twinkling. “Four more guys, and you each get to watch. You’ve got ten minutes.”

“Why don’t you go dance, baby. Make it real sexy, and I’ll get them in five,” he boasted, pushing her out toward the dance floor.

She’d just gotten into the groove of the music when she felt someone slide in behind her, hands sliding down over her hips to the vee between her thighs, rubbing against the leather covering her mound. “You ready, baby?” came a familiar voice, and she turned, surprised to see the guy from earlier.

“Already?” she asked, grinding her hips into his, pushing up firmly against his already hard cock.

Eyes hooded, he smiled. “Not like it takes a lot time to convince a bunch of guys to come get their cocks sucked. Hope you don’t mind, but one was a two for one kind of pair. Looks like we’re one over. But, I know you can handle it.”

She sputtered, angry beyond measure that he’d intentionally set her up, the cocky smirk on his face only serving to make her hotter. But then, she shrugged, figuring what the hell, and smiled. “Let’s go out to my car, then,” she whispered in his ear, hand sneaking down to give his cock a firm pull.

The group, when she finally got a chance to look at them all together, was fairly impressive. One guy was lanky, with long, unruly hair and glasses, and looked entirely too shy to be a part of anything like what was going to happen, but despite his blush, remained still. The second guy was short and stocky, Asian by the looks of his beautifully dark eyes and jet black hair, body muscular and smooth. Three and four, the two she assumed came as a pair, were twins, both with long, thick dreads and neatly trimmed beards, wide smiles grinning back at her. The final new addition was young, so young that she had to wonder how he’d managed to get into the club at all, with his hair carefully gelled and spiked, clothes easily saying that he was trying far too hard to be something he wasn’t. And then, there was the guy she’d met at the door, the one who’d orchestrated it all.

“How about you show us what we’re going to get,” the guy from the club said, smiling a toothy grin. “Take off that little shirt, why don’t you.”

She looked around nervously, but realized that they were out of sight of the club, almost behind another unoccupied building, and that there was no one in sight to see her but the men looking at her expectantly. “Sure,” she said, easing the cloth up, teasing them a little before pulling it over her head. She tossed it to one of the twins, smiling as he in turn tossed it over his shoulder, then looked back at them.




Plugging In



“Like what you see?” she asked, getting into it a little, surprised at how easily she’d capitulated. She hadn’t even put up a protest, more excited by the thought of sucking off the strangers in front of her than she had been anything else.

“That’s not all of it, baby,” the self-proclaimed ringleader said, gesturing at her skirt. “We want to see it all.”

She blushed at that, knowing they’d see her harness if she took her skirt off, but somehow wanting them to know. So, she unzipped it, kicking it over to perhaps the same twin who’d caught her shirt, grinning shyly as they all gaped at her.

“What the fuck is that,” the stocky Asian boy asked, stepping forward to run his fingers over the small padlock.

Clearing her throat, she said roughly, “It’s my harness. You can’t fuck me when I have it on, but I wasn’t going to fuck you anyway. I’m not doing anything but sucking tonight, boys.”

“Holy shit,” another cried, circling around behind her. “What’s that?”

Turning bright, bright red, knowing they’d discovered her secret, she said shyly, “It’s a butt plug. You boys know what they are, I’m sure. It’s just that this one is locked into place, so to speak. Like a great big cock I can’t get rid of.”

The youngest boy, apparently intent on making himself a part of the group, sneered, “What a fucking slut. You must be into all that bondage/pain shit.”

Despite herself, she perked up slightly at the words.

One of the twins whistled, obviously impressed. “Oh, I think she is. You into that? You like to have that pretty little ass spanked?” he asked, grinning widely at her blush.

Chin going up, determined not to be cowed, she nodded. “Yes,” she said simply, not bothering to elaborate.

“So,” the twin who had spoken asked, slipping his thick leather belt free from his pants, “if I told you to bend over, you’d do it?”

Eyeing the thick belt warily, feeling the wetness between her thighs grow, she nodded shallowly. “Maybe.”

Suddenly chiming back in, the youngest boy sneered, “No maybe to it, bitch. Do what he says.”

Jumping, slightly startled, she looked at the group with wide eyes, surprised to see that most of them appeared to be intensely interested in the prospect.

“Nah, don’t bend over,” the twin with the belt said, looping it and snapping the resulting two straps against his palm. “Put your hands on that wall over there and spread your legs. Then you can stick your hot little ass out for me.”

Gulping, suddenly a little intimated, she looked around, realizing quite quickly that she had no real avenue for escape.

Apparently growing irritated with her, the twin snapped the belt again. “It wasn’t a question, bitch. Do it.”

Moving quickly, more than a little turned on by the authority in his voice, she walked quickly over to the wall, spreading her legs wide and leaning into it, ass on display. She tried to block out the sounds of the chuckles that followed her action, but couldn’t, and blushed deeply, fully aware of just how she had to look.

“I don’t need you to count them or thank me for them, bitch, just stand there and take them,” the twin said, voice rough, and before she even had time to brace, he was whipping her, this sharp sting of his thick leather belt making her yelp. The blows came quickly, all painfully hard, and soon she was dancing from foot to foot, ass on fire, aching beneath his unrelentless assault. Finally he stopped, and she sagged slightly, only just becoming aware of the tears on her face, when she heard him laugh.

“She’s about done for, guys, but I think she could handle at least five more from all of you.”

Stiffening suddenly at the words, she was completely unprepared for the next blow. It was different, a little softer, though that was little comfort to her already raw ass. She could tell when the belt changed hands. Some were hesitant, some using nothing but brute force, but she gritted her teeth, counting down the twenty-five she imagined she had coming, breathing a sigh of relief when the last one finally landed.

“Look at that,” one of them said, laughing, and soon the others were joining in. “Looks like a fucking lobster.”

Tentatively reaching around to touch her bruised and swollen skin, she found it burning hot to the touch, and slightly damp. She winced even at that slight pressure, only just then able to unclench around the rock hard plug still buried inside her.

“Ready to suck our cocks, bitch?” came the voice of the boy she’d met in the club, now nothing more than a mocking snicker, and she turned to face them, eyes falling to the ground at the derision in their eyes.

Before she could protest, she found herself on the ground with a cock pumping away in her mouth, followed soon after by another and then another, and she vaguely heard someone say he wished he could fuck her before she felt something cool against her pussy. Then the pressure of her harness was gone, and a cock was pressing into her, struggling to fit with the thick bulge of the plug making her tight, and she was moaning and cumming and cumming and cumming, desperately sore asshole clenching tightly around the thick, imposing plug each time.

By the time they were finished, she’d sucked and fucked them all at least once, some more than that. She’d lost track somewhere in the middle of it all, though as she watched them zip up, she stumbled to her feet exhausted, looking for her clothes.

Someone threw them to her, and she eased into them, well aware of the flood of cum running down her thighs, of the thick layer of it covering her tits and her chin. Moving slowly, she picked up her purse and fled, squishing back into her car and flooring it.

When she got back to her house, she pulled out the note, wincing slightly.

“Follow my instructions? Good. I’m online, waiting for you. Sign on as soon as you get home, before you do anything else. I want to hear how things went.”

Despite the cum now slowly drying on her skin, she did as he asked, cringing as she saw his name pop up on her buddy list. Her first IM was timid, though soon she’d related the whole, sordid evening to him.

“My, my, you’re an even bigger slut than I’d thought,” he chided, and she could almost hear the disappointment in his voice. “Well, you certainly disobeyed me, and for that, you’ll have to be punished. I had plans for you, plans I intend to see carried out.”

She fought back the urge to tell him she’d already been punished. The raw, burning flesh of her ass, the sharp ache of her asshole, and the dull pain in her pussy attributed to that, as did the stomach-full of cum sloshing around in her belly.

“I’m sorry,” she typed shamefully, eyes downcast.

“It’s in your nature, slut,” he said kindly, and she could imagine his indulgent smile. “Just means we’ll have to wait until tomorrow. Don’t think you’re going to get away with this, though. You may take the plug out to deal with any bowel movements, but it must go directly back in. You’re to sleep in it tonight, and wear it until you can complete the new list I send you tomorrow. Is that understood?”

Moaning, near tears at the prospect, she nonetheless diligently typed, “I understand.”

“Good girl. Now, don’t wash that cum off before bed. Sleep in it like the dirty slut you are. Tomorrow morning, if you’re good, I’ll give you permission to clean up. Oh, and send me the young man from the library’s number. I think I can use him.”

She signed off with a frustrated sigh, trudging toward bed, intensely aware of the radiating pain rippling through her ass.

And all of it nothing more than what she wanted…

The End 



Plugging Katie's Holes



If any other of my female friends were to fulfill my dirty fantasies, I knew Katie would be my best shot. Even though the young blond wasn't really my type, I wasn't going to be picky when it came to pursuing my perverted desires, since, in my experience, most girls weren't too eager to do what my demented lust craved. Beside, Katie was certainly a cute girl, regardless.

After a couple years of platonic friendship, I started to see Katie in a different light. The more I trusted her as a friend, the more attractive I found her rosy cheeks, pale skin and thicker frame. After a long run of sleeping with petite brunettes pretty exclusively, I saw my relationship with Katie evolve, culminating in hot, no-strings-attached sex one fateful night.

It was almost immediately after our first fuck that my depraved mind envisioned Katie as the center of attention for multiple men. Before long, I found out that she was currently banging a couple other dudes and was kind of a slut, actually. A lot of guys in my situation may have been discouraged to continue with a girl like Katie, but her skankiness drew me to her only more, considering that a girl with multiple sex partners turned me on. All of a sudden, Katie was the perfect girl to pursue because it didn't seem like much of a stretch that another one of her guys would team up with me and really have some fun with the young lady. Before long, I had Katie right where I wanted her.

Nerves gripped me this chilly evening in late November as Katie went into her kitchen to fetch some drinks for us and for our company that had yet to arrive. It was almost two years since my first dive into group sex, making it only appropriate, then, that Katie and I were waiting for her two other lovers to show up. I really had suspected that Katie already had experience with multiple partners, since she had so eagerly agreed to it this time, but she swore it was her first time. I must say, though, that her anxiety was clearly evident this night, supporting her claim. I, on the same token, was a bit anxious myself. Even though I'd participated in group sex before and loved it, trying it with a new girl brought a new set of uncertainties.

It had taken a long time to build up the nerve to tell my fantasy to Katie, and as she emerged from the kitchen with two full wine glasses, both of which shook in her hands as she came to join me on the couch, I thought back to the last time I'd had a drink with Katie, which was two weeks ago when I finally shared my shameful desire with my friend. That night started innocently enough, as just two friends' grabbing a bite to eat and some drinks. It was, admittedly, a little out of the ordinary for me though, since I'd hardly ever drink and never would have suggested alcohol as a fun option for an evening under normal circumstances. However, Katie clearly had a tendency toward alcohol, a weakness of which I intended to unapologetically take advantage.

Being a classic over-thinker, I planned out that evening to be as conducive to my goal as possible. I needed Katie to be buzzed but not drunk when I brought up the topic, the atmosphere had to be casual and the conversation had to lead into my proposition. I didn't want to just bring it up in the car or at my or her apartment, especially since I didn't even know we'd be leaving dinner together. The proposal had to be during dinner in order for me to maintain control of the plan.

Much to my delight and relief, the plan worked out very well. I chose a restaurant that wasn't very popular so that we'd be less likely to be around people who might overhear us. Luckily, we were seated at a booth with no one else around. What I hadn't considered is that fewer people meant less noise, so there was a high risk for the situation to be awkwardly overheard. Like I said, classic over-thinker.

We had a lovely night, and Katie had a few drinks with her dinner, just as I had hoped. The music playing overhead helped drown out our conversation from anyone else who might hear it, which helped calm my nerves as I began to steer the conversation in the direction I intended. The waitress interrupted a couple times, though, shattering my nerves at times, but I persisted.

Finally, my heart leaped as we began to talk about sex. Since Katie and I first banged almost two years ago, we'd had sex only six or seven times. Fornication wasn't a big part of our friendship and was something we did only on rare circumstances when we were bored maybe or the events of the day led up to it. In fact, it had been more than three months at this point since we'd last fucked. Sex simply wasn't a topic about which we frequently talked, so I was relieved when it finally did come up. Now that the subject was on the table, I just needed to spit out what I had prepared to say to lead up to my proposition. From that point, I hoped for Katie's cooperation. 

"I had a dream about you the other night," I said, though I really hadn't. What I was going to play off as a dream over which I'd had no control was a well thought-out fantasy of mine.

"Do tell!" Katie practically shouted, maybe a little drunk.

"I don't know," I responded. "It was pretty raunchy, and I'm not sure I'm comfortable with it. I'm not sure what you'll think."

"I'm sleeping with three different men," she said, quieter now but flashing a goofy grin. "I'm not one to judge. Try me."

It was do or die time. My heart pounded in my chest, and I focused intensely on not allowing my voice to crack as I told Katie about my "dream" wherein we are at a Halloween party and I walk in on her having sex with some guy I don't know but is presumably one of her other partners. At that point, though, I lost steam and couldn't continue.

"What happens next?" Katie asked, taking another sip of wine. "Do you join in?"

"Yes," I trailed off, still unable to get to the point and realizing I was blowing my chance if not for Katie's fortuitous response.

"Do you take turns with me, split-roast me or double-penetrate me?" she offered, blushing a little as she grinned at me. I never did answer that question or get back to my fantasy at all, actually. I took this opportunity to do the asking now.

"Wait, do you speak from experience?" I said. "Have you ever been DP'd?" I had to let go of my glass so that Katie wouldn't see how obviously I was shaking as I determinedly pushed the words out of my mouth.

She laughed. "No. I've never had group sex. Have you?"

"I wasn't asking about me," I said.

"But I am," she countered.

She had me where I couldn't really avoid the question anymore. "A while back," I said, though it hadn't really been that long since my last group exploit. Katie's eyes went wide, and a smile crept across her pale face.

"Did you like it?"

"It was fun," I answered.

"Would you do it with me?" As nervous as I was and how poorly I had been handling a proposition that I hadn't imagined going very smoothly in my head to begin with, my heart sparked with excitement as my lustful desire began to look like a real possibility.

"If you think you could get one of your boyfriends to sandwich you," I said with renewed confidence, "then I'm in." I took a sip of wine to keep myself from saying anything else at this point.

"One of them?" she responded. "I bet I could get both of them and really party." Damn it, I shouldn't have taken that drink, since I immediately choked a little on the wine as those words came out of my friend's mouth. Katie simply finished her glass as I sputtered on the alcohol for a bit. Now she was laughing a little as I recovered just enough to simply stare back at Katie. It's a good thing Katie and I were close friends, because I had made quite a fool of myself. Considering the result, though, the whole proposal hadn't gone so bad, right?

Later that night, I took her back to my place and fucked the hell out of her. A couple days later, we banged again, and this time she let me fuck her ass in preparation for the gangbang. Then, within a week, we had our next event planned, and Katie and I were finishing off a drink when the second lover arrived. His name was Keith, a guy taller and bigger than I, built pretty well and with dirty blond hair. It was awkward meeting him, but, fortunately, that moment didn't last too long, as Katie's other friend, Dan, showed up just a few minutes later. Dan was shorter than I and about as skinny but had darker skin and hair.

At this point, it would be appropriate to describe what Katie was wearing. For starters, she wore a low-cut white shirt that revealed some of her cleavage, of which she had plenty, seeing how big her boobs were. In addition, she sported a pink skirt that went two-thirds of the way down her thighs and black boots that came just below her knees. The boots had high heels on them and were being worn specifically because of the fantasy I had described to Katie, wherein she had worn such boots. As for the rest of her appearance, her blond hair was curled and hung down just past her chin, her bright blue eyes shined past her dark eye liner and her rosy, pale face glowed with makeup that covered her light freckles.

After a brief moment of uncomfortable silence, Katie offered drinks to anyone who wanted one. Both Dan and Keith accepted the offer, reminding me of my first experience with group sex where I imbibed above my normal consumption of alcohol. Katie, however, was quickly getting pretty tipsy, naturally. As much as I'd kind of disapproved of her tendency toward alcohol in the past, I was surely thankful for it now. 

We didn't loiter for long, as we were all on the same page as far as moving on with the festivities. Keith was the one to say what we other two boys were thinking by suggesting we head into the bedroom. It wasn't my first time getting the invite into Katie's room, but never before had I had to follow behind two other guys, who remained silent along with me as we departed from the living room. I'd never actually met either of these guys but, then again, I was starting to wonder just how often Katie burned through sex partners anyway.

Katie held the door open for her three guests and then closed it tightly behind us. In my experience with Katie, she had never been the type to put on a striptease or much foreplay, and the increase of potential discomfort this time only encouraged her all the more to keep it moving, I imagine. She simply headed straight to her bed and was tossing aside clothing before she'd even gotten comfortable. Before I knew it, Katie was wearing nothing but her boots, and the eyes of three men were transfixed on her big bare breasts.

The moments following Katie's stripping flew by in such a flash that I honestly didn't even remember taking my own clothes off. Before I knew it, though, I was naked along with two other guys, all of us hard as steel and ready to get to work. The discomfort with being naked around other guys was something that had dissipated after just one or two runs with group sex, and knowing full well what was ahead eliminated any hesitation for me while remaining firm in my own sexuality. I didn't pay enough attention to my new comrades to tell how anxious they were. I didn't care, anyway. I just needed someone to help me give this girl the fucking she needed.

Since Katie had an intense night ahead of her, we all agreed to start one-on-one to break her in. Keith went first, standing at the side of the bed while Dan and I watched Katie lie on her back and hang her legs over the edge of the bed, spreading them and allowing Keith to step up right between them. Katie leaned forward, her knees on either side of Keith's waist as she held her head up and helped Keith push his rock-hard cock into her pussy.

For the next several minutes, I watched on silently with a perfect stranger as I watched another unfamiliar man in front of me have his way with my good friend. Katie clutched the comforter beneath her with both hands as her legs curled around the hips of one of her three lovers as he held Katie's hips and pounded her pussy furiously. Having not much of an emotional or romantic attachment to Katie, I felt no feelings of jealously rise; instead, it was actually really hot to watch the young blond get nailed by another dude.

Katie moaned and cried out, occasionally spouting some profanity. Dan and I hardly uttered a sound but just stroked ourselves as we watched the spectacle before us. The only sounds coming from Keith were his grunting and the steady slap of his hips against Katie as he rammed his cock into her pussy over and over again, rocking Katie back each time he thrust into her, which caused those terrific tits to bounce wildly in rhythm with his motion.

Once Keith was sufficiently worked up in his own estimation, he pulled out and stepped aside. Katie immediately looked at me and beckoned me over, remaining on her back and lifting her boots up into the air, spreading her legs wide. I stepped up to take my place, all but forgetting the presence of the two onlookers. Following a brief glance into the pale girl's sparkling blue eyes, I peered at her glistening open twat and guided my cock into it with one hand. It slipped easily inside my friend, who immediately lowered her ankles onto my shoulders.

Katie and I moaned in unison as I sank all the way inside her tight, wet pussy, my balls resting against her taint. She was already set to go, thanks to Keith's work on her, so I was able to immediately retract my cock and slam it right back into her, causing my balls to slap hard against her. From there, I just trust in and out of her, hard and fast while she moaned, again clutching the blanket on either side of her. 

I started with holding onto Katie's hips as I fucked her, but Katie's supple breasts eventually drew me in. I leaned forward and latched onto her boobs, still thrusting powerfully into her young body while her boots were forced higher into the air as they rested on my shoulders. Meanwhile, my two new friends watched on as our shared lover was nailed right in front of them.

I leaned closer and closer into Katie for several more minutes, my face coming near hers as she moaned and laughed in response to all the attention she was getting. Her legs ended up slipping down my arms and resting in my elbows as I practically folded her up from drilling her. I banged her hard and fast until my cock was just short of exploding, and then I stopped, trying hard to hold off an orgasm, which I managed to do successfully before pulling out.

Katie sighed as I exited her, and Dan was right there as soon as I walked away. He got Katie on her hands and knees and, like the other two of us, stood on the floor at the edge of the bed and slipped his cock into the girl's pussy. For the next few minutes, Keith and I watched with lust as our mutual friend was railed hard for the third straight time, her hair and boobs shaking, her body rocking as she was fucked from behind.

Dan held tightly to Katie's hips and gave her a stiff pounding for another moment before slowing down and pulling out. Once he stepped away, Katie's fate was up in the air, as no one knew exactly what to say or what move to make next. Being the one who suggested this raunchy idea in the first place, I took the initiative to join Katie in the bed and get on with what we were all here to do.

A few words were spoken, and then we were all eager to get going. Katie was trembling a bit, betraying her nerves as she prepared for her first double penetration. I didn't get a good read on the guys, whether they were anxious or not, not that I cared. I, of course, was beyond excited to get going. I think my cock got even harder as I lay down on my back and mentally prepared myself to have some debauched fun with my blond friend, who at that moment was climbing on top of me in order to take me into one of her three holes that would all be full in just a few more moments.

Katie steadied my cock with her hand as she slipped on top of me and slid me into her used and wet pussy. We both groaned with pleasure, taken by the sensations of our bodies' joining again. For me, the excitement was heightened by the anticipation of filling this girl to capacity in just a moment. My heart beat faster in my chest from just the thought of it.

We cut right to it. As soon as my prick was sheathed in Katie's cunt, I wrapped my arms around my friend's lower back and held her in place. Katie, meanwhile, held herself up by her outstretched arms, her hands planted on either side of my shoulders. Her boobs hung down in my plain view, which captured my attention for a brief moment. However, both Katie and I were more interested in seeing what was going on behind us. I lifted my neck to look over Katie's ass while Katie peered over her shoulder at Keith who had just lubed up his dick and knelt up on the bed.

The feeling of being balls deep in a girl as another penis begins to invade the other hole was always an exhilarating feeling for me. While I had no interest in a fellow dude's junk in any other context, the reality of cute girl's taking on and pleasuring multiple men at once was as hot as it got for me. It took a special type of girl to be able to pull it off, and I was confident Katie could. My excitement peaked as I felt Katie's asshole, on the other side of the membrane that contained my own member, stretch to accept first the tip and then more of Keith's cock.

Katie yelped a bit as Keith first slid into his blond friend, first just an inch followed by more inches. The room became silent, as if to allow Keith the focus to plant himself in Katie and to give Katie the opportunity to receive him. I noticed how Katie's fingers curled into the mattress beneath us as she felt more and more of that second cock slide into her until both Keith and I were balls deep inside her.

Once Keith was all the way in, Katie moaned and cursed. I unwrapped my arms around Katie and slid my hands up to her shoulders instead as I ground up into her twat, which was now tighter than I'd ever felt it before, thanks to the pressure next door. Keith exhaled and then cursed as well. Meanwhile, Dan was taking it all in, waiting for his chance to join in. We'd all agreed to let Katie adjust to the double penetration first before we made her airtight.

I could clearly hear the deep, ragged breaths that were coming from Katie as we all remained still for just another moment. Also emanating from her sexy body was intense heat, which must have multiplied in conjunction with the two other warm bodies that surrounded her. The presence of another man, unnerving to a novice, was no distraction for me as I sank my nails into Katie's back and prepared to fuck her like the sexy slut she was. Sliding my body down the bed ever so slightly, I began to pull out and thrust into Katie's tight cunt.

As soon as he felt my movement at the bottom of this sandwich, Keith began to stir as well, pulling out of Katie's ass until I could sense just the tip inside my friend, and then sliding the whole length back in without hesitation. Katie gasped and collapsed on top of me as she took in the new sensations of being fucked in both holes at once. It was certainly an intense feeling for her, but I was sure she would get the hang of it quickly and enjoy it -- as if the slut wasn't enjoying it already!

Keith caught on right away to move in sync with me so that we were taking turns inside our female friend. Soon, we were both steadily thrusting in and out of Katie, I nailing her cunt while Keith sank into her ass each time I pulled back and then retracting just in time to let me push myself back into her wet sex hole. Before long, Katie was holding her warm body in between us again by straightening her arms, looking straight ahead and moaning as Keith and I sawed in and out of her. With each passing moment, we boys grew more comfortable with the situation and were able to stroke in and out of Katie faster and faster. 




Plugging Katie's Holes



Katie's moans sounded to be more and more of pleasure as the bed creaked beneath us and the girl's body rocked back and forth while it was steadily double-fucked. Katie's boobs swung over me, and the bitch's hair swayed back in rhythm with her body while she took the steady fucking. I got to see how the expression on her face morphed from pain to mere discomfort to amusement to genuine arousal as my new friend and I thrust in and out of Katie's ass and pussy. All the while, the realization that I was actually double-penetrating the girl I'd targeting for just that thing gripped me and only increased my unquenchable lust.

Once the Katie sandwich was in full swing, Dan was beckoned over to top Katie off. He climbed into the bed while we other two boys continued to fuck Katie hard in both holes, both of us panting and groaning as we had our way with the blond. Dan set up right over my head, encouraging me to tilt my head to the left, and knelt in front of Katie's head. My successful shifting of my body to keep me from being directly beneath a stranger's sack not only gave me some room to breathe but also allowed me a better view of the other end of Katie's body, where I could see Keith's cock plunder that shit hole while I, of course, pleasured my own dick by plugging that pussy.

The moans and cries coming from Katie were muffled out once Dan shoved his prick into her mouth. From the bottom position, I could see not only how Keith leaned forward and really drove himself into our shared piece, but above me I could see Katie's mouth get stuffed as Dan thrust in and out of her oral cavity. At last, the slut had three cocks bouncing in and out of her, stuffing all of her holes in a hot and sexy gangbang.

The mattress creaked crazily beneath us, and the air grew thick and hot. We boys essentially lost all self-control and proceeded to rock Katie's young body as we relentlessly pounded all of her holes at once. Katie writhed between Keith and me, and her pale flesh glistened with the sweat that dripped from every pore. Dan scarcely gave the whore an opportunity to breathe, pulling her bright blond hair as he rammed deep into her mouth, pulling out only every minute or so to give the poor slut a chance to briefly gasp for air before he went right back in and railed her face some more.

For me personally, I was more turned on than I'd been in a long time as I held onto Katie's shoulders with a vice-like grip while I pushed hard up into her twat hard and fast, over and over again, all the while feeling that other stiff cock violating the asshole on the other side. My whole body was covered in sweat, both mine and Katie's, and the heat would have been unbearable had it not been for the incredible circumstances. That demonic lust inside me, ever so difficult to satisfy, was in a rare state of glory as my cute, young friend was caught helplessly in the middle of three men, filled completely airtight.

That first group-fuck round came to an abrupt halt once Keith shot his wad while still plundering Katie's ass. He cursed and went still, and there was no doubt that he was unloading his cum inside that tight shitter. Realizing what was going on with his counterpart, Dan pulled out, allowing Katie to gasp and then cry out as she felt her ass fill with hot semen. She lay down on top of me, pinning me to the mattress while I held my cock still in her cunt while Keith finished up in the other hole.

Keith pulled out and thanked Katie for the fun. Then he got off the bed and went to sit down in a chair against the wall. We were all panting pretty hard at this point, but Katie was desperately gulping down air as she recovered from what I must believe was by far the roughest sex she'd ever experienced -- and, despite how much difficulty she endured, the whore seemed to enjoy every minute of it for one reason or another.

Even though we all agreed to take a minute to recover, only Keith had been satisfied. After not very long at all and without giving Katie the choice, Dan and I flipped her over on the bed, and Dan lay down on his back and immediately pulled Katie on top of him. Not waiting a second, I stood up over the two of them on the bed and began to lower myself and aim my cock at Katie's pussy again as soon as Katie was in position and while Dan was just starting to attempt to press his cock into Katie's cum-soaked asshole. I was glad Dan was willing to take the girl's butt in this situation. As depraved as I'd become over the past couple years, coming in contact with another man's cum was something I'd rather not do.

As soon as Dan secured his dick in Katie's ass, which seemed to more readily accept the member, thanks to the helping of semen in there, I had Katie's legs spread, her boots planted on the comforter. Then I came down between them, slipping my cock back into her pussy as quickly as I could. Her tight, wet cunt didn't take me quite as easily this time, now that a phallus was lodged in the adjacent hole, but by holding myself at the base of my prick, I needed barely more effort to push my whole length back inside the cute slut. As I entered her, I stepped over her left leg while letting her drape her other leg over my hips as I leaned over her, sandwiching her with Dan as I went to the hilt inside her pussy.

As soon as both of us boys were stuffing Katie, the bitch moaned like an animal and threw both of her arms around me, instantly sinking her nails into my back. Her arms around me pressed me against her warm, sweaty flesh, and her blond hair invaded my face as I was positioned over her right shoulder. Beneath her, Dan lay with his head over Katie's other shoulder, so neither one of us was a distraction to the other. 

"Come on!" Keith shouted out suddenly. "Fuck that slut!" I'd forgotten that Keith was even there, so overwhelmed was I with the sensations of being so tightly united with Katie's body while she was impaled by another dick. For about a minute or so, our threesome had been just a slowly writhing mass of flesh, three bodies grinding against each other as Dan and I filled Katie's tight little holes. At Keith's prompting, I started to thrust into my lover, slowly but firmly fucking her wet pussy.

"That's it, that's it!" Keith said, whom I could now see out of the corner of my eye as he watched this Katie sandwich. I'm sure the temptation to take pictures and videos was tremendous for Keith, but Katie had made us leave our phones in the living room, strictly forbidding any such lasting evidence of this outrageous behavior. By the time I was steadily making love to Katie's cunt again, Dan was slowly thrusting in and out of the girl's used asshole as well. Another moment passed, and then we were both deftly double-dicking the whore, who moaned and clawed at my back, being pinned helplessly between us.

"Holy shit, that's so hot!" Keith exclaimed as Dan and I were sawing in and out of Katie persistently now. From that point on, I ignored Keith's presence and focused on double-penetrating my friend, who not that long ago elicited little if any sexual desire from me but now was as hot as almost any woman I'd ever desired to bang. As I fucked her in the pussy, I could feel the consistent thrusts of Dan underneath her, filling that asshole just beside where my cock was at work. The whole time, Katie's nails remained fastened in my back, and her moans and panting overtook my ear, which were occasionally met with a cry from the bitch who writhed between us. I could feel her legs kicking out from the consistent pressure of getting fucked in both holes, the leather of her boots rubbing against my hips and thighs. Just the thought of sandwiching Katie was enough to arouse me to no end; actually doing the deed was overwhelming to my lust.

The three of us rocked on that creaking bed like a well-oiled machine, the only real movement coming from our thrusting hips, while Katie's legs thrashed amid the intense group sex as much as they were able between two male bodies. The sounds and scents of double-penetration fun filled the room, all of us grunting and sweating. As Dan and I relentlessly fucked the blond in unison, I noticed her moans got quieter and duller so that the loudest noise in the room became the ungodly squeaking of that bed. Undeterred, we boys continued to sandwich the big-titted chick to our hearts' content.

To no surprise, though it occurred without warning, Keith jumped back into the bed, his cock semi-hard again. He stood beside Katie's left shoulder, opposite of my head, and turned the girl's head to face him before he forced his cock into her moaning mouth. I turned to face over Katie's shoulder again and just continued to pound her pussy and work myself up to an orgasm.

For the second time tonight, Katie was airtight. One of her hands was still clawing my back, but her left hand had released me to hold onto Keith. We fucked Katie in all her holes simultaneously for a couple more minutes before I could hold off my cumshot no longer. With a loud exhale, I pushed myself up and out of the girl and immediately began to stroke my cock. Keith stepped away, but Dan remained in place, so I wanted to be careful with where I shot, so I didn't get my load on another guy. I didn't have too much time to think, though, just managing to point my cock at Katie's face, which looked tired yet still aroused. Then I shot off, my first rope blasting Katie right between the eyes, which made her flinch and then giggle. Following up were three or four more hard spurts that splattered all over her face, covering her nose, eyelids and left cheek. I usually made an effort to avoid the girl's eyes when cumming on her face, but this time, unfortunately for Katie, she'd have to deal with the stinging.

Throughout my orgasm, Dan continued to screw Katie's ass, albeit slowly. Once I was finished dropping the last few spurts of my jizz on that gorgeous rack, I stepped off the bed and admired the cum-covered chick who had a cock in her ass. As I relaxed in the nearby chair, I was treated to an unexpected spectacle, as Keith saddled up in front of Katie, spreading her legs and pushing his cock into her used pussy, completely undeterred by the man juice on her face and boobs.

Katie moaned and cried out, both of her hands falling to her sides onto the mattress, holding her up as these two men, strangers to me before tonight, double-penetrated my good friend right in front of me while I caught my breath and recovered from the fun group sex myself. From this perspective, I thoroughly enjoyed watching Katie's pale body sandwiched between the two men, her legs bouncing around Keith's hips and her taint stretched out as two cocks slid on either side of it, filling her holes. Of course, the cum streaming down her face made the whole scenario even hotter. The slapping of the men's flesh against Katie's and the squelching of her holes was the perfect soundtrack, joining with the squeaking bed and, of course, the pants and moans that were constant.

I would have loved for that Katie sandwich to continue until I was plenty hard again and could join in, just like Keith did, but after only a few minutes, Dan went still, clutching Katie's shoulder as he announced he was cumming, adding a second load in the girl's ass. At that point, Keith pulled out, and Katie, cum dripping from her butthole, got off Dan, who jumped off the bed, fully satisfied. Getting to her knees, Katie, with remarkable stamina, began to suck Keith off, who was standing on the mattress. I decided to get in on this action anyway, although it was too late for another run at double-penetrating Katie, and stood beside the bed, waiting my turn for a blowjob.

Katie sucked Keith until he moaned so loudly that he was obviously cumming in Katie's mouth. Katie stroked the base of Keith's cock and sucked the head until she had swallowed every drop. Then Keith simply collapsed on the bed, and Katie shuffled over to me, having known all along that I was waiting my turn. As the two other men watched the blond, she lay on her chest and elbows, kicking her boots up into the air and sucking on my cock hard and vigorously until she succeeded in making me cum for the second time that night. Like she had done for Keith, she swallowed every last spurt of my jizz while still wearing my first load, though it was drying now, on her face.

We were all pretty spent at that point, but no one was in rougher shape than Katie. Even though she had enjoyed being the center of attention and being pleased in all her holes, it was certainly an intense experience for her. Once we were done, we boys helped Katie clean up, and we all got dressed. At that point, we said our goodbyes and let Katie rest. Even though the three of us men left at the same time, we didn't say a word to each other on our way out. Yeah, it was awkward.

Following one of the funnest nights of our lives, Katie was very sore for almost a week. We hung out a few times during that stretch but didn't have sex again for a couple weeks. At that point, we did begin to fornicate on a much more regular basis, which was good news. The better news, however, was that, after a short time, Katie wanted more group sex, and with two other lovers at her disposal, it wouldn't be long until we would all work her over again.



Plugging The Generation Gap



Plugging The Generation Gap 

Or, 

Probing One's Beginnings

A story of the consequences of pushing raging hormones a little too far. 

© 2011 Daniel deLaire

It was a nice summer evening for my 18th birthday. The windows were open to let in the fresh breeze and the smells of June. The aromas of lavender and freshly cut grass chased away the odors of cooking and stale cigarette smoke. The stuffy, shut in smells of a closed house. 

It was 7:00 in the evening, and my father was still hard at work selling cars. Summer is a busy time for a dealership; a lot of kids getting their first cars. My brother was staying the night at a friend's house. I was enjoying a glass of wine after dinner, which was not unusual. My parents did not mind me drinking or smoking, so long as I did not pursue either to excess, and I only drank under their supervision. What was odd was that my mother decided to join me in it tonight. Usually, she will drink a few cans of beer before dinner and let it go with that. Tonight, she's pouring her fourth glass of wine, on top of a few extra cans of beer, and I'm barely finished with my first glass. I can already see this is going to be a good night. 

My mother is an attractive woman at 47. Slight build, 34B breasts, only a few streaks of gray beginning to penetrate her dark brown hair, and only a few wrinkles becoming obvious on her olive skin. Her olive skin accentuated her green eyes in a way one didn't necessarily expect. She was a striking woman. 

My mother and I have always had a strange sort of sexual tension between us. It's never spoken of, and never gets beyond a kiss on the lips and very mild petting. Since I was 11, she's treated me as somewhat of a boyfriend. When she finally got a stereo system for her birthday that year, she taught me all of the dances she knew in her youth, and made me dance with her for a few hours about every night. On nights when my father wasn't around, she'd mix in a few slow numbers and dance really close. I'd get maybe a minute or two of feeling her press close against me. I'd feel her 34B breasts on my chest, and feel her hand rubbing the small of my back, but never venturing below. The evening would usually end with us in bed together, her down to her underwear, getting a back massage from me. But it never went any further than that, at least on the nights she was sober. She always knew when to back off -- usually just as I was starting to get excited. She must have known. It doesn't take 45 minutes in the bathroom to crap, no matter what you've been eating!

Tonight was going to be different; I had made up my mind to that. I discovered, quite by accident, that when she passes out, she's not going to wake up for anything. I had accidentally caressed her breast while covering her up, and she made not a sound. So I got a little bolder and laid next to her. Nothing. She started to stir a bit when I was feeling her legs through the comforter, so I went to my own room, to finish things off by hand. Tonight, I was going to see how far I could go. Rather than calming the pangs of sexual excitement in my belly, the wine helped to exacerbate them. 

At about 7:30, my mother started to feel sick from the wine, and so I followed her up the stairs. I enjoyed watching her shake that 47-year-old ass just inches from my face as she quite literally fell up the stairs. She stumbled into the bathroom to throw up, as she usually did when she got this drunk. I held her head over the toilet, as was also usual. By the time we got her showered off, her oral hygiene seen to, and tucked into bed, it was already 8:00. She mumbled her apologies and thanks as she drifted into her alcohol-induced slumber. By 8:15 she was essentially gone to the world, and I had my real birthday present before me: my nearly naked and unconscious mother!

I peeled my clothes off, carefully, quietly, and laid them by the door, in case she woke up and I had to make a quick exit. I inched my naked body under the covers and slowly made my way to my mother. My eight inch cock was already well aware of the evening's events, and was as stiff as a piece of lead pipe. 

My mother was lying on her side; with just the sheet covering her underwear clad body. She was wearing a standard flesh tone bra and white cotton panties. I started in by uncovering her to the waist and rubbing my hands lightly on her shoulders, moving up and down her arms. No reaction. I decided to be bolder and strip the covers completely from her body. She no doubt enjoyed the fresh, warm breeze from the open window just behind the headboard. I began to run my hand along the bottoms of her thighs, and up to her well-toned ass. Her flesh was a little cool to the touch and somewhat clammy because of the humidity. I ventured further by moving my body right up behind hers, so that we were in spoons position, and put my arm around her torso. 

My mother began moaning when I did this, and I was afraid at first. Unexpectedly, she backed into me and snuggled right in, rubbing her luscious ass against my very erect penis. I went with the flow and started to kiss her on her neck, moving down to her shoulders. My mother began to moan softly; I almost jumped out of my skin when she reached back and began to stroke my dick. 

Mom began to nudge her shoulder against me hard, and so I backed off. She kept a firm hold of my dick as she lay on her back and started to spread her legs! The whole scene mixed with the grip she still held on my dick almost made me lose it. I saw that her eyes were still closed. She was moaning "Fuck me, baby". 

"This is almost too good" I thought to myself, "She thinks I'm dad!"

I decided to go for broke. I climbed on top of my mother, put my arms around her, and kissed my mother full on the lips. I have kissed countless girls from school, but none of those kissed compared with having my own mother suck on my tongue while I unhooked her bra. 

My mother was very helpful in getting her bra off; she lifted her arms slightly so I could just lift it off. Mom's titties were certainly nothing like the girls my age, but they sure had plenty of bounce left in them. And bounce they did as they left her bra. I took my mother's left nipple in my mouth and started suckling on my mother's tit as she smiled and moved her hands up to the sides of her tits to push them together. Mommy's jugs were still full of bounce and flesh, and they were slightly lighter colored than the rest of her body. Though I wished she did, my mom did not sunbathe in the nude. Her areolas were between the sizes of a quarter and a half dollar. Her nipples, after they became erect from my tongue running over them, were the size and color of pencil erasers. To this day, I cannot use a pencil without looking at the eraser and thinking of the first time I saw my mommy's boobies. 

"Fuck my titties" she murmured drunkenly as she flashed a half-cocked smile at me. 

I could not believe what I had just heard. My own mother was asking me to fuck her titties. 

I reached for the nightstand and grabbed the jar of Vaseline she kept there to and began to grease up my mom's cleavage. Mom just smiled and moaned as she laid back, and I mounted my own mother's chest and began to fuck mom's titties. Mom kept the pressure on the sides of her tits, and it didn't take me long to lose control, spilling my seed all over my mother's chest and neck. 

"That's right, daddy...mmmmmmm....cum on my titties....mmmmmmm...jizz all over your honey's tits" That statement answered a long held question as to why she had married a man twenty years her senior! Considering the situation, it was ironic finding out that my mom had "Daddy" fantasies...

My mother giggled drunkenly and rubbed the pearl necklace I had just given her into her tits and neck as I dismounted my mother's chest. Watching my own mother rub my cum into her skin had me hard again within a minute. I reached for mom's hips and tugged at her panties. Mom obliged by lifting her ass off the bed so I could pull them down her legs and off. 

My mother's pussy was hairier than the girls I was used to looking at in Playboy, but it was well groomed. It had the same pungent odor I was used to from sniffing her used panties that I used to pull out of her laundry. The panties I had jerked off into for years, pretending it was mommy's pussy. Tonight, I found myself looking at and about to enter my mother's own pussy. 

I moved up and got into position over my mother, and ran my index finger over her opening. It was overly moist. I lifted my finger to my mouth and tasted my mother's pussy juices. Ambrosia!

Mom was very accommodating as I prepared to re-enter her for the first time since I was born. I couldn't get over the fact that my own mother had hold of my dick and was positioning it to slide into mommy's sweet pussy. I was almost ready to lost it when the head of my dick made it past my mother's labia. Mom was rubbing her hands up and down the small of my back and wrapping her legs around my hips as I pushed my dick completely into my mother's vagina. She smiled and moaned. Unfortunately, she was also starting to come to. She opened her eyes slightly. When she did, she gasped, and every bit of pleasure was drained from her face when she realized that it was not her husband who was sucking her, but her own son!

I could not believe how tight my mother's pussy was for a woman of her age; especially when considering that she had given birth twice. Granted, I knew that her and my father had not had sex for many years. I wasn't expecting her to be so loose that I wouldn't feel much of anything, but that my mom had such a tight little pussy was indeed a welcome surprise. 

"Daniel, what the hell do you think you're doing?!?" she demanded, as she tried to push me off her body. "Get off me and get your thing out of my pussy! This isn't right! I'm your mother! You don't have sex with your own mother!"

My mother was pushing hard against my chest, but I was already in mom's pussy, and I wasn't leaving until I had cum in mommy's pussy. She had teased me and left me hard for too many years to leave without shooting my jizz up into mommy's pussy. 

I grabbed my mother's wrists and slammed her hands down hard on the bed, right next to her head. I kissed my mother full on the lips and forced my tongue into her mouth as I increased the force of my thrust into her pussy. I started fucking my mother just as I felt the teasing bitch deserved, hard. 

My mom broke the kiss. "Stop it!" she said, "It hurts! You're hurting me! You're raping me, son!"

"You're hurting yourself, mom" I replied coolly "You've been a prick tease to me for years. This time, I'm not going to let you send me away with a bone. This time, you're finishing what you started. Now tell your little boy to cum in mommy's pussy! Beg me to cum in mommy's pussy, you cockteasing whore!"

I accentuated my statement with a particularly hard thrust into mom's pussy. I was fucking my mother so hard the bed was shaking back and forth with each thrust. 

What happened next kind of surprised me. I felt mom's hips start to move around my dick. Between her groans of "Please, stop" and the occasional sob, my mother was grunting. She was getting a sick thrill out of being raped by me!

"Enjoying you son's dick, mom? Like having your son's dick in mommy's pussy? Tell me you like my dick in mommy's pussy! Tell me to cum in mommy's pussy!"

"No, son...oh God...no. Stop fucking mommy's pussy! Don't cum in mommy's pussy...please son...no...oh...oh...GOD!"

My mother's pussy started convulsing around my dick. My mother was actually cumming from being raped by me. Her crying, her guttural grunts, her vaginal convulsions, they were all too much. I felt my cum start to leave the end of my dick and full mommy's pussy to the brim. I was cumming in my mother's pussy!

"Oh...no...no...mmmmmm...don't cum in mommy's pussy, son...stop....mmmmm"

I kissed my mother on the mouth, sticking my tongue in her mouth, as the last waves of orgasm came over my body. When I had finished, I let mom go and crawled off. She quickly crawled into a ball on the bed, in fetal position. 

"Why...why...sob...did you rape me? Why did you hurt me?"

"It isn't rape if you cum, bitch, and you came all over the place."

"No...no I...didn't"

"Oh yes you did, mom" I replied as I wiped my dick off with mom's panties. "You enjoyed the hell out of. Did you think your son doesn't know what it feels like when a woman cums? This might be my birthday, but it isn't my first birthday. Here, clean yourself up. They're full of my jizz, just like you've been getting for years!" I said as I threw her panties at her. "This is our secret, and I'll be back for more whenever I like"

I put my clothes on and left my mother just like that. Curled up on the bed, crying, my cum leaking out of her pussy. I took back the cum soaked panties I had thrown at her and stuck them under my mattress in my room, as a souvenir. It was coming up on ten o'clock. That meant my father would be home soon. I decided it would be a lot better if I were downstairs and near an exit, if my mother opened her big mouth. 

My father found me at the kitchen table when he returned home from work at 10:15. My mother had been in the shower for the last twenty minutes by that point, washing all the evidence down the drain. 

"Hiya pop, how was work?"

"Busy as hell, you know. Enjoy your birthday?"

"Yeah, I really did. I think it's the best one I've ever had"

"I'll bet, but you're not completely legal yet. Wait until you turn 21. That's when the fun really begins. Where's your mother?"

I shook an empty wine bottle in response to my father's question. "She's upstairs, in the shower. I think she just wants to go to sleep"

My father just grimaced as he grabbed a beer from the fridge and poked around for something to eat. He was no stranger to mom's drunken displays. He was probably going to wait a few hours for her to pass out before he went upstairs. 

The next morning, my mother didn't have a thing to say to me. Just a look, and she was off to the other room. She barely wished my father "Good morning". He was off for another thirteen or fourteen hour day selling cars. Which left me the day to finish adjusting my mother's attitude. Things were different between us now. No question. A threshold had been crossed that there was no way back from. I knew for a fact that my parents had not been intimate in over ten years. I was looking forward to rounding out the summer establishing the new ground rules of my mother's new sexual sport; pleasing me, whether or not she likes it. 

Over the coming months she came to accept the situation. Even though she never admitted to enjoying it, she never resisted again. She even began to come to my room to offer her pussy to me. Even now, two wives and many years later, I am always welcome in her bed, and she in mine. And even at her age, she's still a fantastic fuck!