1 comments/ 36621 views/ 1 favorites The Closet By: super_chicken "Rob? Hi, I'm Dani." The woman who introduced herself to him was in her early thirties. She wore really tight jeans that showed off her perfect ass. She wore a blazer over a revealing white tank top. Rob swore he could see her nipples. They looked erect. Dani had just come from work. She had taken Friday afternoon off 'sick,' or so she had told her boss. She was meeting Rob for lunch and drinks. She thought she could have some fun. Rob was 22. He had never really thought of women this much older than him before. He had occasionally, but most of his fantasies involved girls his age. But this chick was awesome. And she was probably super experienced, unlike him (he was still a virgin...). After all, they say women reach their sexual peak in their early thirties. He couldn't even imagine the things she would teach him. They introduced themselves and Rob was noticeably shy. He was always uncomfortable when he was talking to a girl he wanted to fuck. Plus, he had never done this before. He had been on blind dates, but not like this. The goal of this one was sex. And they both knew it. Rob had met Dani at an online story site. They both published a few erotic stories. He had really like hers. Especially the ones where she took control. Rob was very submissive. He wanted to give women whatever it was they were after. But he had never had the chance. Dani sipped slowly on her drink while Rob downed a couple. It wasn't that she didn't like alcohol (she was quite the connoisseur), rather she would be driving soon. She needed Rob to be a little buzzed so he would relax. God, he was so uptight, she thought. Well, she'd soon show him. They talked about this and that. Rob mentioned his many insecurities around women. He tried to get Dani to understand that it wasn't that he didn't find her, or any other hot woman, attractive, it was just that he wasn't good at showing it. Dani said she understood. She suggested they spend the afternoon at her place. Rob nervously mumbled something affirmative. Dani led Rob to her car. As she drove through the traffic she gently caressed his thigh. He was still very nervous. When they got to her place she told him to relax on the couch. He did. She began to strip for him. She slowly took off her blazer and she worked off her ultra-tight jeans, revealing a g-string. Rob began to stroke his cock through his jeans. Dani gave him her hand and hauled him up off the couch. She was wearing only her g-string and the tank top. She led him into the bedroom. "Stay right there," she commanded. Rob stood infront of the closes as she opened it. "Follow me," Rob followed her in. "Strip!" He did as he was told. Once he was naked, she took one hand and strapped it into some kind of harness that was barely visible amongst the clothes. She took the other hand and did the same. She got down or her knees, breathing on his fully erect cock. She strapped his ankles in. "What the fuck are you..." Before he could complete the sentence Dani had grabbed his cock a put a finger to his mouth, "Shhh...now behave," she ordered. He obliged. She shut the closet door, leaving him stuck in there. He could see her in the bedroom through the numerous slits in the door. She left the bedroom and he heard her speaking on the phone. Then she returned. She took her tank top off. She lay on the bed stroking her left tit. Her right hand pulled the g-string against the lips of her moistening pussy. She began to moan. She pinched her nipple and rolled over. She began to grind her hips into her bed. Rob was treated to the site of her ass moving up and down on her bed as she worked the g-string against her pussy. She then pulled it off and grabbed a vibrator. She hammered into her pussy and started to scream. Rob couldn't move. He wanted to whack it so badly. He had never been this aroused in his whole life. Dani looked at the closet and laughed. "Liked that, didn't you?" she said. Rob just stared through the door at her. He had never wanted to fuck a woman like he wanted to fuck Dani right now. He almost couldn't stand it. The doorbell rang. Dani returned to the bedroom with a naked guy around Rob's age. But he was very built. And his cock was way bigger than Rob's. They had barely said two words when Dani was licking his balls. Soon she was licking his huge cock. She began to take it in her mouth. She struggled to get it all in at first, but before long she was getting it all inside. She moved her head up and down on it. She moaned as she stroked her pussy. The muscular man did too. But soon he had had enough of the blowjob. She grabbed Dani and through her on the bed. She spread her legs before she could react and began to pound her pussy with his cock. Dani screamed in ecstasy. He pulled out and roller her over. She lifted her ass in the air and he pounded her pussy again. She grabbed her sheets as she screamed louder. "Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" she cried. Rob struggled to reach for his cock but he couldn't move. The chains were too tight. He was a mechanism to loosen them but he couldn't reach it. He needed to cum now. His cock was the hardest it had ever been. "You like that? You like that, bitch?" the stranger said. Dani screamed yes in response. He pulled out and Dani yelled, "More! Fuck me now! Please fuck me, please!" She grabbed her pussy and stroked it as hard as she could. He grabbed her arm and pushed it away from her pussy. She then held Dani's ass in the air and plunged his huge cock into her ass. Dani screamed, "Ughhhh!" It was amazing but it hurt. He then shoved three fingers into her pussy. He began to fuck her as hard as he could. Dani screamed and screamed. She couldn't take it any more. The built guy slapped her ass. "You like that bitch? You like my huge cock in your ass?" He continued to pummel her. Dani burst into a monster orgasm and collapsed on the bed. He took his fingers out of her pussy and grabbed both ass cheeks, causing Dani to wince in pain. He hammered her ass for a few seconds longer and then pulled out. Dani rolled over and lay on the bed. He stood next to the bed and Dani propped up her head. She sucked his shaft and stroked it at the same time, tasting her own ass. He pushed her head away and she whacked him. He came all over her tits and a little bit in her mouth. Dani rubbed the cum on her tits and fed it too herself. She licked it off her fingers. "I gotta go, bitch," he said and left immediately, dressing in the over room. "Bye" Dani replied longingly. She walked over to the closet door and opened it. "Suck off my tits," she commanded. Rob licked the remainder of the guy's cum off her tits. Dani pushed his head back up. She leaned in and forced her tongue into his mouth. Rob could taste her ass and the guy's cum. She let Rob suck on her tongue for a second before he swiftly brushed his cock and stepped away. She closed the door. Rob needed to cum so bad. Later that evening Dani reentered the room. She was naked again. She opened the closet door and without saying anything she flicked the switch Rob had tried to reach earlier. The chains on his arms loosened while the chains on his feet yanked his legs back. He feel hard on to his knees. "Eat me," she ordered as she lay on her bedroom carpet. Rob obliged. She tongued and bit her clit and then he shoved his tongue into her pussy. He ran it up and down her slit and Dani rubbed her pussy. She began to moan. "That's a start," she said as she suddenly got up. She came back with a strap-on type contraption. It looked very strange, not like anything Rob had seen in the porn he watched regularly. Dani lifted up his head. She put the harness on it and secured the dildo on his chin. She lay on the carpet again. "Fuck me," she said. With an 8-inch pink dildo protruding from his chin, Rob leaned forward. He forced the dildo into her pussy and he found his mouth in front of her clit. He bit it with his lips. He licked her clit as he fucked her pussy deeply with the dildo on his chin. Dani moaned louder and louder. After a few minutes she said, "Ok, that's enough," and she took the dildo out of her pussy. Rob felt like he was dying. He still hadn't cum. All he needed was one release. He begged Dani but she just rolled over and stuck her ass in the air. "Put it back in my pussy and then maybe I'll help you out," she said. Rob stuck it back in her pussy and came face to face with Dani's puckered asshole. "Lick my ass." Rob hesitated. "Now!" she ordered. Rob dove into her ass and rimmed it as best he could. He tongued her hole quickly. Dani started to scream. She stroked her clit vigorously. Soon she came and she slipped off Rob's pulsating dildo. Four great orgasms, today, she thought. Not bad. She readjusted the harness so Rob was standing up again. She closed the closet door and got into bed. Soon she fell asleep. Rob was left there all night. In the morning Dani brought him some fruit. She fed them to him and he hungrily ate everything up. He hadn't eaten since lunch the day before. Soon after she finished, the doorbell rang again. She closed the closet again and disappeared. This time, when she returned, she was with a stunning young girl. She was only 19 or twenty. She was tall and slim but she had great c-cup breasts. Her dirty blonde hair went half way down her back. She wore a strap on. Dani was once again on her knees. He sucked the dildo as she put her hand between the new girls legs and stroked her pussy. Dani stood up and kissed the girl. Rob was going crazy. That was the hottest thing he had ever seen. They kissed each other so passionately he thought they were going to melt into each other. What he wouldn't do right now for one free hand. Then, Dani was on the bed. The young girl was fucking her hard with the strap-on. She was stroking her own pussy too. Every so often she would lean forward and kiss Dani deeply. Dani climaxed again. And then it was her turn. She took the strap-on and made the new girl suck her off. She then forced her on the bed and fucked the girl with so much intensity Rob couldn't believe it. He wanted the chick so badly. The girl could hardly control her self and she was fucked doggy style by Dani. Dani slapped her ass and rammed her into the bed. The girl came and Dani pulled the dildo out, got down on her knees and lapped up the juices. The two women then lay on the bed fondling each other's breasts and kissing passionately. It was Sunday night. Rob had been there all weekend. He couldn't believe it. He had only moved to get on his knees to lick Dani's pussy a few times. Sometimes Dani would fuck somebody in front of him, other times she'd tease him by masturbating, or force him to pleasure her. The last time, she had taken on two men. She had gotten fucked while sucking the other off and she had been DPed. It had been really rough. They had been way stronger than her. She looked like she loved it. "I guess I should let you go so you can go back to your life," Dani said as she opened the closet door. Rob didn't know what to say. He couldn't say anything really. He had been rock hard almost all weekend. He thought it was killing him. He couldn't believe she was going to send him home without fucking him. He was in shock. "But before you go, I guess I should reward you for being such a good boy all this time," she said as she got down on her knees. He was going to get a blowjob. This was going to be awesome. But he was wrong. Dani spread his legs and knelt underneath him. She rubbed a finger along his choda and then inserted it in his ass, moving it in and out. Then she put another finger in. Then a third. She found his prostate and massaged it. At this point, Rob didn't need much in the way of stimulation. Within seconds his cock was once again the hardest it had ever been and he shot a gigantic load part way across Dani's room. It almost hit her bed. There was a massive splotch on the carpet. Dani laughed. "Nice one. I should tease you more often," she said as she removed the restraints. Rob just about collapsed. "Ok, ok. Time to go home. You can't sleep here." Rob got dressed and limped out the door. On the subway he almost feel asleep. He walked in the door of his parents' house where he spent his summers. How the fuck was he going to explain his disappearance? The Closet I was close to cumming when I heard a key rattle in the door lock. Shit! Marie and I scrambled off the bed, scooped up our clothes and hurried into the walk-in closet. A moment later the hotel door opened and my wife Jane and Marie's husband Gary tumbled into the room in a lover's embrace. I was shocked. Shocked! My wife of three years was banging my best friend! While I fumed in the closet, Jane dropped to her knees and fished out Gary's pole. She proceeded to blow him expertly. Hey, that should be me she was sucking off! I wanted to bust out of the closet and stop the knobjob cold. Before I could, though, Marie's lips were wrapped around my pole, her tongue lashing it. Suddenly, all thoughts of bursting out of the closet vanished. Marie definitely gave Jane a run for her money when it came to oral. Not a minute had elapsed when I felt my nuts signal they were ready to blow. I pulled my cock out of Marie's hungry maw and spurted my man goo all over her tits. I stifled a groan when Marie's lip refastened to my slimy snake. She cleaned me up then let me air dry. I peeked through the slats to see if Gary and Jane had noticed anything. They hadn't it seemed, since they were now rolling around on the bed, kissing and petting. As I watched them, my dick began to stiffen. I glared at my dick. You traitor! That's your pussy Gary is touching. It belongs to you! I couldn't blame my cock for twitching, I guess, since watching Gary and Jane mess around was strangely arousing. As I watched Gary spread my wife's long legs, I felt Marie stroke my snake. I had her stand up so I could finger-fuck her at the same time. Together we watched our respective spouses play pelvic pinochle while we masturbated each other. This wasn't exactly what I had planned for my vacation in the Catskills, but it beat spending all day at an outlet mall while a storm washed away my hopes of playing golf. As I turned my attention to caress Jane's clitty, Jane rolled Gary onto his back and began riding him. At first she was bent over him, their faces mere inches from each other. As my wife picked up steam, though, she assumed an upright riding position. I knew what was coming next. As Jane bucked on top of her "bronco" she twirled one arm in the air and screamed, "Yeehaw!" Now that Jane had got hers, Gary had her on all fours, her face buried in a pillow. He grabbed her hips, slid in the ol' salami and began wailing away at her cunt. "Smack my ass, big daddy!" she pled. Gary obliged, leaving red handprints on her tuchus. Gary pounded away at Jane's poon; I pounded away at Marie's. Jane let out loud moans; Marie bit her lip to stifle hers. Jane's twat had a deathgrip on Gary's rod; Marie's hand had a deathgrip on mine. So tight, in fact, that it began to hurt. I gingerly pried her fingers from my prod and had her grip my arm instead. The harder I rammed my thumb up her cunt, the harder her hold on me. Before long she was trembling and her pussy was going wild. I had to hold her up as her knees went weak. Marie slid down to the carpeted floor of the closet anyway and I followed suit. Suddenly, I didn't give a rat's ass what Gary and Jane were doing. Faster than you can say "Fuck me, dear" I punched my prong into Marie's pussy. I promptly proceeded to pound her honey pot for what seemed an eternity. Marie dug her nails into my back as I ground my round into her twat. That was going to leave marks! Oh, well. I would think of something to explain them away. All of a sudden, it was my turn to grit my teeth lest I moan and give us away. Man oil gushed from my pump and filled up Marie's tank. "Oh!" she cooed before realizing she'd just let the cat out of the bag. She looked up at me with her eyes wide. We both looked to our spouses to see if they had heard. Jane's eyes opened and she put a hand on Gary's chest to make him pause. "Did you hear something? It sounded like a woman's moan," she said. "I didn't hear anything," Gary replied breathlessly, and resumed fucking my wife. His hands were mauling her tits while he nailed her from behind. Oddly enough, my dick twitched once again while I watched them go at it. Marie stroked my pole with one hand and fondled one of her tits with the other while she watched them, too. She was as into watching them fuck as I was. We would definitely have to do this again. Suddenly, Gary rolled Jane onto her back and impaled her poon with his flesh sword. Spreading her legs wide, he jackhammered between her legs until she was crying out "Oh, God!" With a grunt he pulled out and spewed man paste all over her tits and tummy. And then he collapsed onto his back. Gary and Jane lay there recovering while Marie and I got antsy in the closet. When were they going to leave, for chrissake? Finally, they got up to shower. After that they left. Shit. I was getting a cramp in my legs. But at least Marie and I had not got caught. Or so I thought until Gary poked his head back in the doorway after Jane had left the hotel room first. "Nice performance, you two. I give it a seven," he quipped before leaving. The Closet Nic came home from work and greeted her lover with a warm hug and a very passionate kiss. Andrea anticipated some body numbing pleasure when she noticed the gleam in her girlfriend's eyes as she beckoned her to the bedroom. She followed and was surprised when Nic grabbed her and dragged her forcefully to the closet. She was too shocked at first to struggle and by the time her mind ordered her body to do so Nic already had one hand secured to the sturdy metal rod at the top of the closet. She tried to get away but her efforts were futile. Nic laughed as she got Andrea's other wrist shackled. "I warned you. I said if you want to be naughty you'll suffer the consequences. Now you see you should have believed me. So be a good little bitch and stop struggling." Nic said in a voice smooth and sweet as warmed honey. Andrea yelled at her, threatened to deny her sex for months to come but Nic merely grinned as she bent and secured Andrea's ankles. She put the cuffs on and connected them to long ties that were also secured to the rods above. Andrea began to get really upset and her threats became more erratic. Panic was welling in her. Nic seemed almost possessed and Andrea felt fear creeping in. She felt almost like she didn't know the person standing in front of her surveying her handy work. As though reading her mind Nic spoke again. Her voice was very gentle and loving, the voice Andrea was used to hearing, the voice of the woman she had fallen in love with. "Don't be afraid Sweetbaby. You know I love you and am not going to do anything too bad to you. Now we need to come up with a safety word for you, in case you really can't take something I'm doing I'll know you really mean stop. So what shall our safety word be?" "How about fuck you?" Andrea offered venomously. "Tsk, tsk. Such a stubborn little cunt. It's a shame, I was hoping we wouldn't have to plug that pretty mouth of yours up but apparently I overestimated your understanding of this situation. Luckily I have just the thing for you." Nic said coolly. She left the small room and Andrea ran through the type of revenge she'd be taking, contemplated never speaking to her lover again. Nic returned a little while later. She was naked save for a thickly strapped harness that housed a nine inch python in a menacing jet black. She held a medium sized bag that she set on the floor. She said nothing as she began methodically removing every item of clothing that hung in the closet. "You know I tested these bars over a dozen times to make sure they were strong enough. They do just fine but we won't take any chances." Nic said conversationally as she began removing all the articles of clothing that hung on either side of Andrea binds. When the rods were bare Nic returned and opened the bag. She said nothing as she pulled out a ball gag. "You'll never get that shit in my mouth." Andrea said with a sneer. Nic looked up at her and grinned. "Won't I?" She said straightening and walking toward Andrea. One hand was behind her back and Andrea narrowed her eyes as she tried to anticipate what Nic was up to. Nic stood in front of her lover and brought her hand from behind her back to reveal a clothes pin. The pincher part was padded and Nic applied it to Andrea's nose quickly. Andrea held her breath for an impressively long time but eventually she needed to breathe and her mouth opened. Nic shoved the ball in and removed the pin. She fastened the gag behind Andrea's head and smiled at the look she had created. Andrea's full lips were open in a perfect O shape. "Very good." She whispered. Andrea grumbled something unintelligible and Nic was pleased with how well the gag worked. "Now for your safety word…guess it doesn't matter since you want to be belligerent. You can't talk anyway so I guess we won't need a safety word for you." Nic said. Andrea's eyes widened and she shook her head emphatically. Nic ignored her as she returned to her bag. She pulled out a blindfold that looked as though it would cover half Andrea's face. Nic applied it and Andrea calmed as she accepted her fate. Nic stood in front of her saying nothing. Her fingers slid over Andrea's arm and she jerked away. "Aww is my bad little bitch mad at her man?" Nic cooed. Her fingers deftly undid the buttons of Andrea's shirt then parted the material to reveal her breasts. She undid one of Andrea's wrists and removed the sleeve of her shirt and the strap of her bra before re-shackling her lover. She moved to the other arm and repeated the process. Andrea now stood shirtless. The tops of her breasts were exposed and Nic leaned forward and placed gentle kisses on the exposed flesh. Andrea's breath caught despite herself. Nic's hands continued to move over her upper body. The caresses were soft and Andrea found herself relaxing. Nic reached behind her and undid Andrea's bra letting the material fall to the floor. Her warm breath tickled over Andrea's steadily heating skin and Andrea moaned around her gag as Nic's tongue came out to slip over Andrea's nipple. The peak hardened before Nic's eyes. Andrea's fingers clutched into fists as Nic began sucking her nipples with more force and for a longer period of time. Her tongue ring danced over the aching points sending shockwaves of arousal sliding through Andrea's body before settling between her legs. She grew wet quickly and groaned when Nic pulled back. Her feet were unhooked one at a time and Nic removed her shorts and panties. Nic re-hooked the first ankle cuff then began pulling the tether that connected to the rod until Andrea's left leg was nearly waist high in the air. Again panic began to fill her and she started to struggle. "Relax or I bring out the whip." Nic barked in a very stringent voice. Andrea stilled immediately. Nic repeated the process with Andrea's right leg until she was suspended in the air. "Good girl." Nic said her voice gentle again. She was now naked and held three feet above the floor. Nic knelt in front of her girlfriend studying her wet pussy. "It seems all your protesting is just an act darlin. You're quite wet. Your pussy is throbbing for me already isn't it?" Nic whispered close to Andrea's pulsing hole. "I'd like very much to be able to hear you cum for me. I'm feeling generous because of this. Can you be a good little slut and not start yelling at me again?" Andrea nodded slowly and Nic removed her gag. "Safe word." She said. Nic looked down at her and tilted her head. "Did I tell you to speak?" She inquired. Andrea shook her head. She couldn't see anything but knew Nic was close. "Your safe word is master. Repeat it back to me." Nic instructed. "Master." Andrea said softly. Nic placed her lips against Andrea's and kissed her lover passionately. They were both breathless by time it ended. Nic moved back down between Andrea's legs. She knelt before Andrea and used her fingertips to separate the lips of Andrea's engorged sex. Her tongue came out to lap gently at the wetness that had built there. Her tongue stud tapped against Andrea's clit further inflaming her body. She moaned throatily, her breathing becoming immediately erratic. She crested in a hard clutching torrent, the sensation further intensified by the fact that she was suspended without any purchase. Her fingernails dug into her palm and her toes curled as she struggled through the orgasm. Nic stood and went back to her bag. She withdrew a feather and Andrea could hear her moving as her labored breathing calmed. "What are you doing?" She inquired. Her answer was a sharp slap to her ass. "Did I tell you to say anything? Did I give you permission to question me?" Nic snapped. Andrea shook her head no and winced as Nic slapped her ass again. "Do not make me have to tell you this again." Nic said close to her ear. Again her voice was calm, soothing, reassuring. Andrea nodded immediately, simultaneously angered by the treatment she was getting and aroused. Nic took one of Andrea's breasts in her hand. She rolled the nipple between her thumb and forefinger before pinching it. Andrea gasped at the near pain. Nic clamped something onto her nipple. It squeezed tightly but was rubber tipped so it didn't hurt too much. She followed suit with the other nipple then set something on her stomach. Wires tickled her breasts and it took a moment for her to realize they were attached to the nipple clamps. Nic grinned to herself as she put the clamps vibrator on the lowest setting. It was quiet as a mouse as it hummed sending little jolts of electric pleasure through Andrea. She moaned again and Nic took her position between Andrea's splayed thighs. She enjoyed this level of access as she gripped the thick shaft she wore and lined it up at Andrea's entrance. Andrea's world had narrowed down to this small room shrouded in darkness. The blindfold Nic had her wearing was so efficient she had no idea if the closet light was on or not. She felt the monster Nic wore pushing into her tight entrance and willed herself to relax and take it. Nic grunted as her progress was halted by the ring of muscles at Andrea's opening. She applied steady pressure until finally they gave way allowing the bulbous head and two inches of the enormous shaft in. Andrea's back arched as her breath left her in a rush. "There we go. That's a good girl take that big fat dick." Nic said. She withdrew slightly then pushed forward again burying another two inches in Andrea. "Oh God!" Andrea cried out. Nic raised the vibration on her nipples up another level and she moaned raggedly. Nic continued moving her hips slowly until she had the dildo buried to the root in Andrea. "See? I knew my bitch could take all of my meat." Nic said as she tightened her grip on Andrea's hips. She began moving in and out of Andrea's pussy watching as Andrea grew wetter with each stroke. Her legs trembled beneath Nic's hands and she grinned. She stimulated Andrea's clit lightly teasing her. Andrea's mind raced as she tried to process the different sensations. The humming on her nipples was divine she knew but she couldn't seem to focus on any one stimulus. Nic was filling her as never before and it was so borderline. Her thrusts came faster and heavier and Andrea felt her orgasm building deep inside of her. Her walls clutched at the thick intruder every time Nic withdrew as though they didn't want it to leave. Nic's warm hands were strong as they kept her steady. Just as Andrea was ready to explode, Nic withdrew and Andrea cried out in frustration. Nic returned to her bag and withdrew a slim digital camera. She clicked a picture of Andrea's open cunt, the angry red lips showcasing her arousal. She put the camera back then moved back up to Andrea's breasts. She put the vibration back down to its minimal setting, as well as replaced the ball gag. She fastened a collar around Andrea's neck and tethered it to the bars so Andrea's head rested even with her body. "I'll be back." Nic said then exited the closet. She turned the light off and closed the door. Now Andrea remained suspended in the air. She had no idea how long Nic had been gone or when she would return. Her pussy was still thrumming for release but she had no way of getting the stimulation needed to achieve it. Her nipple clamps were on a low enough setting that the vibration felt good and kept her hot but was not enough alone to bring her to orgasm. She couldn't even cry out and beg Nic to return and finish fucking her because of the gag in her mouth. Her lover had obviously spent some time planning this shit out. Nic stood in the living room in her harness calming herself down. It was so hot, she'd never dreamed it would go so well. It had taken more restraint than she'd anticipated needing to pull out before Andrea came. Still, she reminded herself, this was supposed to be somewhat of a punishment and if she got Andrea off every time she wanted to, she would lose her edge. So she left and paced the living room, trying not to stare at the clock. It had been nearly an hour. She downed the last of her drink then returned to the bedroom. She turned on the closet light and opened the door. Andrea's open legs greeted her and she grinned. "Did my dirty girl miss me?" Nic inquired softly. She removed the gag and Andrea nodded yes. Her throat was dry and Nic lifted her head to give her a little water. Andrea licked her lips grateful and Nic set the water down. Nic pulled a butt plug out of her bag along with some lubricant. "Is your pussy still throbbing for me?" "Yes." Andrea practically whispered. "I know. It's missing the attention my dick was giving it, isn't it? Does my little whore want her twat stuffed again?" "Yes, please, fuck me." Andrea begged then. Nic laughed as she ran her fingertip along Andrea's soaked slit. Andrea moaned as she tried to push her hips forward to make more solid contact. Her restraints prevented her from moving more than half an inch and she groaned in frustration. Nic pulled her hand back and tsked at Andrea. "Uh, uh, uh. I've got a surprise for you." Nic said applying a generous amount of lube to her finger. She stroked Andrea's asshole then pushed her finger inside the tight canal. Andrea moaned gutturally and Nic took a minute to master herself. When she was sure she wouldn't cum on herself, she began stroking in and out of Andrea's ass. She added more lubricant then introduced a second finger. When she had three fingers moving easily in and out she lubed up the plug then pushed it in. It slid in with ease and Nic left it there as she went to clean her fingers off. She returned to Andrea a couple minutes later and hooked up the attachment to the plug. "Feel good?" Nic inquired as the plug was pushed a little deeper inside her as Nic hooked up the other part to it. "Yes." Andrea practically hissed. The anal stimulation was amazing but it was still not enough to make her cum. "Well you're going to love this." She said as she began pumping. She'd gotten the butt plug off the internet intrigued by its function. As she squeezed the pump the butt plug began expanding. Andrea moaned pitifully as she was stretched. It was no wider than three of Nic's fingers but felt twice the size. When Nic was satisfied with it she detached the pump and thrust two fingers into Andrea's pussy. She was still wet but her time alone had begun to dry her up and Nic needed her soaked if she was going to put the dildo back in her. Andrea cried out at the sudden sensory overload. Her pussy gripped Nic's fingers trying to suck them even deeper into her. Nic obliged by pounding Andrea's yielding pussy with her fingers. Again she brought Andrea to the brink of orgasm then pulled back. "Fuck!" Andrea practically screamed. She bit her lower lip waiting to be yelled at for her outburst but Nic said nothing. She licked her fingers clean then knelt before Andrea and began teasing her mercilessly. Her full lips suckled Andrea's throbbing clit but never for longer than ten seconds. She kept Andrea riding the fine edge of her orgasm until Andrea was begging for release. Unable to take anymore herself Nic stood and positioned the enormous dong at her entrance. She pushed forward, meeting the same resistance from the muscles at Andrea's entrance. When the head passed them and the dick slid forward quickly Andrea erupted. Her orgasm started deep within her and rippled outward until she felt it tingling through her entire body. She screamed wordlessly as her body bucked. Nic gripped her hips tightly to hold her still. She continued pushing into Andrea until it was completely submerged. She pounded into her lover with fast hard strokes. Andrea was beyond words. Her brain seemed to be misfiring and she couldn't focus. Part of her registered that Nic was still moving in and out of her but it was almost as though it were happening to someone else now. Everything was surreal and hazy. Nic began stimulating her clit adding another source of pleasure to all the others. She turned the vibration up to maximum on Andrea's nipples and resumed slamming into her. Andrea strained against her tethers wishing she could grip Nic's hair, or wrap her arms around her lover's neck and hold on. The next orgasm blotted out everything when it peaked and it wasn't until she came to that Andrea realized she'd passed out. She became aware of her surroundings slowly. She was once again on her feet, the nipples clamps and butt plug had been removed. There was a delicious soreness to her pussy and she rested her head against what she assumed was the back wall of the closet. Her arms were still tied up but must have gotten some relief from the elevation temporarily when Nic had taken her down and turned her around. 'How long was I out?' She wondered to herself. She could hear nothing, could see nothing and strained to see if she could detect her girlfriend in the bedroom. "Welcome back." Nic said near her ear. Andrea jumped slightly. Nic squatted behind Andrea and bit the soft globes of her ass. "You looked great stuffed." Nic said. Andrea said nothing and cried out a moment later when a paddle struck her ass. "It's polite to say thank you when you're given a compliment." Nic admonished. "Thank you." "You're very welcome. My time is winding down so I'm going to give you an option. You can take nine inches in your pussy, or you can take seven inches up the ass." Nic offered. Andrea clenched her buttocks and found her ass to be pleasantly sore. She knew as good as it would feel, she'd pay hard for more anal penetration tomorrow. "Fuck my pussy." She replied. Nic nodded already having known what her girlfriend would choose. Nic stepped up behind her and positioned the thickly veined dick at her entrance. She pushed in, filling Andrea causing her to moan. She was pressed against the wall, the hardness against her sensitized nipples almost overwhelming. Nic thrust up into her hard and established a ruthless pace. Her hand gripped a fistful of Andrea's hair and pulled her head back. Her thrusts were heavy and Andrea's legs trembled. "Now bitch, the next time I tell you not to do something I want you to think about what you've experienced here tonight and I want you to ask yourself is doing it worth spending another night in here." Nic instructed gruffly as she fought off her own orgasm. Andrea said nothing as she crested. Her ass pressed back against Nic as she shook uncontrollably. When it was over Nic withdrew slowly. She stroked her own clit beneath the strap on until she came, her lips close to Andrea's ear so she could enjoy the sounds Nic made as she erupted. Andrea moaned with her at the heady sound of Nic's sex husky voice. Nic kissed her girlfriend's shoulder softly, returning to her normal tenderness. She unhooked Andrea and helped her to the bed. Andrea collapsed onto the king sized mattress, shudders still wracking her body. Nic pulled the covers over her girl and went to clean up and return the clothing to the closet. By the time she returned to bed, Andrea was deeply asleep. Nic slipped beneath the covers behind her and Andrea pulled her arm tighter around her in her state of slumber. Nic kissed her girlfriend's neck and drifted off to sleep. The Closet Lori wandered into the great room by herself. She had abandoned the basement where Daniel was telling yet another story to his buddies, a story she had heard umpteen times. "And then the barmaid said..." God, she knew the punch line by heart. She had grabbed a long neck beer and left in search of more intelligent conversation. Football, basketball, jokes, and belches were not her idea of communication. The family room was crowded, small clumps of people around the Christmas tree and fireplace and couch. People mingled and wandered. The tinkle of polite laughter drifted across the room. Large parties seemed so intimate to Lori. Small parties demanded participation; large parties allowed her to witness the ebb and flow of people and talk. She could almost bet the three women by the fireplace were discussing decorating, and the four men by the tree were talking sports or topless bars. The men kept glancing over their shoulders in case their wives or lovers should happen past. The mixed group by the couch ventured into politics. Would the Republicans really change things this time? No one thought so, but the question begged an answer. The single man by the window was...looking directly at her. Lori was used to men looking at her, the price paid by attractive women. This man in his starched shirt and creased pants smiled widely, and he was handsome. Dark hair, dark eyes, a hint of playfulness in his face, he saluted her with his beer bottle, a tribute to her allure. Lori smiled back, aware of the stranger's sexuality, an animal quality, a predator quality. She liked that in men, the boldness of self-assurance. While she smiled, he brought the beer bottle to his lips and ran his tongue around the rim. The brass of his action surprised and sparked Lori. Men hit on her all the time but rarely with a single definitive act. Most tried to seduce her with talk, and most failed miserably. This one made a simple bold offer that no one in the room would even know had taken place. Lori wanted to laugh, but more, she wanted to play. Locking her eyes on his, she wrapped her hand around her beer bottle and slowly stroked its neck. The man's eyes danced. She could see a bulge begin to grow in his pants. What happened next was a series of tits-for-tats. He licked the rim of his bottle and slipped his tongue inside. She brought her bottle to her mouth and took in the long neck, her lips covering the entire top. He rubbed his bottle across his crotch, his bulge visible. She ran the bottle over her breasts, her nipples poking through her silk blouse. He plunged his little finger into the bottle over and over, up and down. Lori felt her spark flame into heat that brought a moistness to her body. She placed a finger over the bottle, shook it gently, and placed it in her mouth before she let the foam explode. She made an effort to swallow, and she saw the man's face turn red. Although the game was fun, it was beginning to excite her too much. She wanted a release. He waved the bottle and began to move, his eyes meeting hers. She followed him until he found a door. With a last lick of his lips, he opened the door and disappeared. Lori faced a dilemma. She could follow her beer bottle lover or she could return to the basement. The basement seemed boring, and the wetness between her legs begged attention. Setting her beer on a table, she ambled across the room. As she grasped the doorknob, she looked around the room. No one noticed. No one cared. She opened the door and quickly stepped inside the...closet. The dark was almost total. He grabbed her cheeks and pulled her face to his, kissing her, worming his tongue into her mouth, his lust hot and needy. His hands ran down her blouse, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples. She knew what he wanted, and her hands unbuckled and unzipped and dropped his pants. Hooking her fingers in his briefs, she pulled them down and sank to her knees, freeing his hard penis. The musky smell of his hair filled her nose as she slipped her lips over his erection and sucked. He throbbed with anticipation, and bobbed as she ran her tongue deliciously down his long shaft. Fondling his bag, she took him deeper into her mouth and tasted the wetness leaking from him. She raked her teeth on him, and he stifled a moan. Holding him steady, she pumped up and down, sensing his coming eruption. She felt his body stiffen and his breath stop as he came, his hot semen shooting into her mouth. She milked him, taking his essential energy for her own. As she let him fall from her mouth, he pulled her to her feet and turned her so her back was in the coats. Then, he dropped to his knees, and he fumbled, finally pulling down her panties. Spreading her legs, he placed his head in between, her thighs on his shoulders. He lifted her, and she grabbed the wooden bar behind for support as his hot tongue plunged into her wetness, seeking her most sensitive spot. A deep well of heat surged through Lori and she began to rub herself on his face, his tongue, wanting, needing a release. His hands on her buns, his tongue worming deeper, she bit her lip to keep from moaning. The tongue felt so good, so knowing, making her quiver and shiver and rub hard on him. She felt her wetness gush, coating his nose and cheeks. Her release seemed only moments away. She pressed herself against him. The thump on the door made Lori catch her breath. She stopped as voices penetrated the from the great room. Two people, a man and a woman. They were talking, arguing. She wanted to leave, he wanted to stay. She had her hand on the knob, he was leaning against the door. Lori couldn't breathe, and yet her lover hadn't stopped. His tongue licked and probed and flicked and danced and twirled, and her body was mad with desire, and yet she was afraid to let herself go. If the door should open... The suspense was maddening, and her need overwhelming, and the tongue touched a spot that made her convulse despite her will. A huge, powerful wave built up inside, and she strove to hold it in check. If the door should open.... The man outside prevailed. The couple moved away. A sense of urgency drove Lori as she pressed her lover, rubbing herself to a new high, feeling the huge wave break through the dam, washing over her, shooting her juice over him. Her orgasm was hard and fast and hot, and she gasped with the effort. Panting, she felt him withdraw and set her on her feet, her hot fluid dripping down her thigh. He kissed her again, hard, his tongue on hers. She tasted herself and kissed him back. Then, he pulled away, pulled up his pants, and grabbing her wet hair he kissed her one last time. She knew he grinned as he whipped open the door and left. She smiled and put her clothes in place. Her fire still smoldered. The first orgasm was but a preliminary, and she knew she would want Daniel later. And as she and Daniel made love she would remember the closet. That memory would make Daniel work even harder. She looked around the great room, but he was gone. She went looking for a long neck beer. The Closet Stephen was dreaming once again about his 'magic' day. The event was firmly etched in his memory - waiting to be replayed whenever the need arose. And it was happening more frequently nowadays. He was eighteen years old once again and transported to their family home in Ohio. He shuffled half-asleep down the dark corridors. He had been woken up from his slumber by moaning sounds coming from the direction of his parents' room. Stephen noticed that the door to their bedroom was not fully shut and he was about to enter when his sixth sense told him to wait. The boy peeked into the room. The night light above his parent's bed dimly illuminated the scene which burned vividly in his mind. His eyes gradually adjusted to the shadows and he saw the figure of his father lying on the bed as his mother sat astride his hairy, naked body. Mom was wearing a white negligee with a loose, deep neck that flopped open as she bent forward in her frantic riding motion. Stephen could see her full breasts dangling like fresh, milky cantaloupes, swaying to and fro. But, because of their large size, the nipples were pushed up against the fabric and thus hidden from view. His mother had bunched up the lower part of her negligee around her waist to allow freer movement as she sat on her haunches and rode his father's cock. The boy was shocked and yet strangely fascinated by the bush of curly, dark pubic hair that enshrouded his mother's dripping cunt which was voraciously swallowing his father's tool. Stephen's breathing became labored and he felt the beginnings of a weird but not entirely unpleasant feeling that stirred in his loins and radiated to the pit of his stomach. The boy was scared as he tried to rationalize his emotions on seeing his mother's unruly dark mane tossing about, her eyes tightly screwed shut and her usually calm and gentle composure distorted by the throes of passion as her sugary sweet mouth spewed profanities that Stephen never imagined she had knowledge of. "Mike, my fuck-stud, what does my cunt want? Tell me, you fucking ass-hole!" "Jenny, my slut-slave, your hungry sloppy cunt wants to eat my fat cock!" The boy's eyes widened with awe as his father's up-thrusting hips rammed his rod harder and deeper into his mother's pussy. It made a squishing sound as it worked in and out of her wet hole. Although he had turned eighteen a month ago, Stephen was a genuine innocent and had never seen a couple having sex before. But he knew enough from his school friends and the net to understand what his mother and father were doing. "Gotcha! Naughty little Stevie is spying on Mom and Dad's sex games, hunh?" Stephen started as the voice whispered in his ear. He recognized the baby powder freshness and warmth of his older sister, Evelyn, who had snuck up behind and wrapped her arms tightly around him. "You know, Stevie, I haven't been so lucky before as to see Mom and Dad fucking because they usually keep the door locked. So I had to settle for hearing them do it! Even that was such a turn on. But now we can actually watch them fucking - baby bro, you're my good luck charm!" Stephen didn't know how to react. He and his sister had a love-hate relationship, they loved hating each other. This was a new side to Evie -- one he didn't know at all -- but wouldn't mind exploring more. Evelyn sensed her brother's confusion as his body stiffened in her arms. "Baby brother, this is way tooo hot! Tell me, what are they doing? I can't see them very clearly." Evelyn was lying. She was a full head taller than her brother and could see everything clearly but, in addition to watching her parents having sex, she wanted the extra thrill of hearing her brother describe the scene to her. "Dad is lying on the bed and Mom is on top - riding him like a horse." "Stevie, I want you to tell me every detail of what you see, don't leave anything out. Are they wearing any clothes -- what are your thoughts about what they are doing?" "Oh, Evie, you always have to be difficult ... well, Dad is lying totally naked on the bed. He has lots of hair all over his body - on his chest, shoulders and back; and lots and lots more around his pecker. But I think Mom has even more hair than Dad in her secret place. I can't see exactly what Dad's pecker is doing because it has fully disappeared inside Mom's pussy hair." Evelyn pressed her body harder against her brother's slim frame. Her stiff, erect nipples grazed his back through the flimsy night-dress. She pulled down her brother's pajamas and moved her skirt out of the way so that her hairless crotch was rubbing against his soft, cherubic buttocks. Stephen felt his sister's wetness on his ass. The sensation of her soft, slippery pubes caressing his butt felt good. He could feel the fleshiness of her swollen nether lips slathering his ass globes with heat and juice. In auto-erotic response, the boy's buttocks thrust themselves back into his sister's burning groin as she began moving her hips from side to side, chafing the pudgy lips of her fledgling pussy on the swell of his cheeks. Her slim hips made rotating movements that manipulated her tiny, budding clitoris. Evelyn's hands strayed down the front of her brother's body, reaching for his core. Nimble fingers stroked the warm, flat belly -- pausing briefly to skirt around the navel and then diving under the elastic waist-band of the pajama bottoms; racing to their final destination, desperately seeking out the forbidden prize. Stephen gasped as his sister's fingers wrapped themselves firmly around his stiffly erect cock; stroking the tool expertly as her other hand cupped his tightly shrunken sac, tickling the underside. "Baby brother, don't stop, and tell sis what Mom and Dad are doing now!" His voice hoarse with passion, the boy was caught between the conflicting emotions of fear at being caught by his parents as he engaged in forbidden sex play with his sister, and the pleasure of giving himself up totally to the new-found joys of his sister's ministrations as they indulged in the voyeuristic thrill of watching their parents having intercourse. The pleasure prospect won. Young Stevie's breathing grew labored as his sister pumped his penis harder. Strangely, his mother's moans became louder with his own arousal. "Sis, Mom is now on her knees -- her ass is in the air. She is parting her ass cheeks for Dad to fuck. What an awesome ass our mother has - such perfectly rounded and fat, white cheeks!" Evelyn giggled at her brother's graphic description and teased him, "You like Mom's ass, don't you, baby bro? If you had your way with her, what would you do with her ass?" "I know this may sound stupid to you, but the first thing I would like to do with Mom's fat ass cheeks is bite them." "Hmmm... so baby bro is not as stupid as he looks! And what else?" "I would then lick her pink ass hole with my tongue and taste her tangles of pussy hair. I'd love to find out what Mom's private parts taste like. I have looked for her panties in the soiled linen basket but have never been lucky enough to find any. So, I tried sucking the crotch of her shorts and trousers but they mostly taste of sweat and piss -- which is OK too. But I want to get the smell and taste of a real pussy." "Silly, you know why you haven't found Mom's panties? 'Coz she doesn't wear any. She doesn't wear any bras either, that's why her boobs are so big and saggy. But you know something, baby bro, your big sister has a pussy too..." Evelyn pushed sticky fingers into her brother's mouth. "Stevie hun, here's your first taste of fresh cunny juice ... enjoy!" Young Stephen Saunders was going through a sensory overload. His mind was assailed with a kaleidoscope of erotic images- his father fucking his mother, his sister jerking his cock, his tongue savoring the tangy flavor of his sister's cunt juice and his sister's pussy lips rubbing themselves on his buttocks. Mom was goading Dad, "Fuck your cow, my bull-stud, milk my udders and fuck my flaming cunt!" Jennifer Saunders was now totally naked. Her husband had pulled the flimsy negligee off her so that he could squeeze her large breasts that hung down like cow udders. Just like the rest of her body, Jenny's breasts were also alabaster white. They had large, pale pink areolas that blended in with the rest of the skin so as to be almost invisible. The most distinctive features about her breasts were her permanently erectile nipples which were dark pink in color and stuck out a full one inch. Hence the likeness to cow udders - not that Jenny minded the comparison. She in fact found the idea of her husband's bovine shenanigans including milking its udders - a daily chore for him on the farm - a very exciting fantasy. Mike spat a big gob of saliva on his cock and, without ceremony, thrust it through the tangle of pussy hair all the way up to the hilt into his wife's welcoming fuck-hole. This was the way she liked it -- hard and long. "Here, my fuck-hungry cow, milk my cock with your cunt as I milk your udders!" "Sis...Mom is hunching up so that Dad can get hold of her titties and squeeze them like a cow's tits." Evelyn pulled her brother's hand and placed it on her pussy. She was breathing hard, "Baby bro, now you massage sis's wet pussy good and hard, just like massaging suntan oil all over your body." And then suddenly, the sensations hit him. Like waves, they overcame him. His head was heavy and he could feel his essence pouring out all the way from his ass-hole to his erupting cock-head. The boy staggered back onto his sister who kept tugging his shrinking tool as his frail body was wracked with the muscular contractions of his orgasm. Her insistent fingers kept milking his penis, gathering his hot virgin seed in her hand and all over her tummy. Through the confused darkening of his mind and vision, the callow youth thought he could hear Mom shouting that she was 'cumming' and his sister echoed their mother's sentiments, her body shuddering violently as his fingers clumsily triggered her orgasm. Her slim thighs refused to release his agile hands until the last spasm had passed. He vaguely recalled Evelyn licking his semen off her fingers as she led him to his room and, before drifting off to sleep, he distinctly remembered the unusual and exciting sensation of his flaccid member being sucked clean by his sister's expert lips and mouth. This was Stephen Saunders' 'magic' day - the day he first tasted the forbidden fruit of incest. It was at this point in the dream when Stephen usually woke up. His thighs were damp with pre-cum from his painful erection which stood at a robust five and a half inches. Blood-red and proud, what his cock lacked in length, it made up in its girth which measured almost two inches. At first glance, it appeared that Stephen's penis had picked up an ink blot on the right side of its crown. It was actually a distinctive birth-mark roughly shaped like a 'fleur de lis'. A fine sheen of sweat covered his lean, athletic frame. He was perspiring, despite the air-conditioning -- the dream always had that impact on him. It made him feel hot and highly aroused. He whipped the covers off. Like him, his wife too preferred sleeping in the nude. Stephen gazed lovingly at her naked body. She was sleeping with her back to him. His eyes caressed the dusky, smooth flesh that radiated sex appeal from every nook and cranny. The curve of her wide, broad back that swept down to the swell of magnificent, full buttocks that could put JLo to shame; sleek, long legs that rivaled those of a model's; and toe-nails painted a dark crimson to match the color of her full lips. In her teens, Maria had been a contender for the Ms. Puerto Rico title and had worked with various modeling agencies before pursuing graduate studies and building a solid career in marketing and communications. At 25, Maria was five years younger than Stephen -- they had met at work and progressed from being just colleagues to lovers, and finally husband and wife. In addition to their love for jazz, Asian-fusion food and fine wine, they both shared an obsession with all things sexual. Their games rapidly progressed from having sex at porn theatres to 'ménage e trois' with strangers and group sex parties with other swinging couples. The society pages called Stephen and Maria Saunders the perfect couple. He was 6' 2" and worked out regularly to maintain his sinewy physique. Her sultry good looks, uncanny resemblance to Eva Mendez and a razor sharp wit made her the darling of the media. From the first time that he saw her, Stephen was taken with her full bodied Latino charms - Maria had natural 38 D breasts with large dark brown areolas and fat, protruding nipples that confirmed the fact that she didn't believe in wearing a bra. Another, more important reason why Stephen had married her, and one that he would admit only to himself, was the fact that Maria reminded him of his mother in many ways. She always wore the same 'holier-than-thou' expression on her face even when they indulged in the most depraved sexual acts; she had the same large nippled, slightly sagging breasts; and most importantly, preferred to cultivate a full bush of dark hair on her pussy and even in her underarms. And, like his mother, Maria never wore any undergarments. Maria often wore boob tubes and spaghetti-strapped tops to work, and did not give a damn about co-workers who made rude jokes about her underarm hair. A leading fashion magazine had recently done a photo-feature on her wearing beach wear and skimpy intimate apparel that showed off tufts of her underarm and pubic hair. The style pundits were soon hailing her hirsuteness as the beginning of a 'back-to-the-raw-basics' fashion trend. Stephen stroked his erection as he traced a wet path with his tongue down her back, stopping at the curve of her full buttock cheeks upon which he lightly nibbled. His tongue tasted the saltiness of the dark valley and dived deep into the crevice. The half-asleep Maria instinctively spread her legs to allow him access to her ass-hole and pussy. His lips gently tugged at the dense growth of fragrant, curly foliage in her genital area. The hair had been dyed blonde now to match her honey blonde tresses. Stephen noted that the roots of the hair were dark where the dye had faded. His clever tongue laved her unfurled pussy lips until he could feel them moistening and swelling up; transforming from a cool pink hue to a blood-engorged shade of rose. Propping himself up on one elbow, he moved into position and, draping one leg over her hip, penetrated her. His thick, hard cock slipped smoothly into the warmth of her cunt like a hot knife in butter, plunging silently into her slavering depths like a welcome invader. Instinctively aroused, the sleepy woman sighed and thrust her hips back to receive his rock solid offering. Stephen penetrated deeper and harder into her ravenous pussy which rhythmically squeezed the musculature of his plundering cock. Her sighs quickly turned to grunts as he rammed into her body with greater force, his sweat-drenched midriff slapping hard and bouncing against the shuddering resilience of her tanned buttocks. Rivulets of perspiration dripped from his brow onto her neck which was tilted back with exertion. The veins on her neck and forehead throbbed as she reached back to grasp his firm buttocks and pull his body to hers - cramming his rampant tool deeper inside her - again and again. Maria's breathing was labored as she ordered Stephen to fuck her harder. The muscles of her vaginal walls gripped his pumping cock more tightly and she changed her position to the doggy style which allowed him deepest penetration. Their sweat-soaked bodies slipped against each other and Stephen pummeled her ass faster, going for the finishing run. His open palms delivered stinging slaps onto her shivering butt cheeks and he rubbed his finger on her wet, matted pussy hair before shoving it into her pink, puckered ass-hole. She whimpered at the intrusion but thrust her buttocks back for more punishment as the anal entry added to her sexual tension. Stephen felt the muscles in his penis contracting until he groaned loudly and crumpled against her rocking body. The delicious weakness overtook him as he erupted deep inside her uterus - shooting out thick ropes of his hot seed against the slimy walls of her cervix which sucked up all his offerings. Her cunt muscles refused to relinquish his softening tube of meat and she continued to grind her pussy against his crotch until the sudden release of tension. A series of violent spasms overtook her as the orgasmic reflex contracted her genital muscles. Throes of pleasure washed over her and she collapsed on the damp sheets, moaning softly. Maria lazily luxuriated in the moment of bliss, absently fondling her husband's flaccid, juice drenched penis before falling into a dreamless sleep. Stephen pulled the covers over her satiated frame. During the scant few seconds of his orgasm, Stephen knew that their fevered love-making was just a temporary fix - it could not quench his thirst for the inevitable. He had hoped that his marriage with Maria and their hyper-active sex life would help him overcome the darker, forbidden desires that had haunted him from his childhood days. He longed for the extended and deep orgasms that he had experienced in his early life; the unique sensations that rumbled up from deep within his prostrate and exploded savagely through his rampaging cock - shooting out seemingly endless streams of potent semen - leaving him limp, lifeless and wonderously tingly all over. But the dreams were coming more frequently now and the obsession could no longer be denied. He felt like a carnal vampire with a depraved, passionate hunger that would not go away. And the realization dawned on him that as much as he had tried to ignore it, he needed to visit the Closet again. And soon. The Closet As I peered through the slats of the linen closet, I couldn't believe my eyes! The Barker family was home! I trembled and worried that Jamal and I would be caught. I had babysat for them for years, and they trusted me so much, they had given me a key to their house. That night, the moon was full and the air was spring like, with just a hint of cool. As we walked hand in hand I told Jamal I needed to get my books I had left at their house the night before. My college exams required hours of study. He stopped me in the middle of the street and pulled me close. He put his tongue in my mouth and then slowly licked around my lips. As he pulled me tighter he cupped my ass in his hands and I could feel him getting hard. I started to get wet and my knees started to shake. "Whew! I uh need to get my books. Come with me and then we can find some place to be alone." He gave my ass a nice pinch and tugged at my underwear. "Your wish is my command, college girl." he said as he took my hand and led me up the darkened porch of the Barker house. I put the key in the door and he followed me in. "I know this place by heart I said. No need for the light. It might scare the neighbours. Just follow me.: I giggled leading him through the dark, clutching his hand. First the living room, then the dining room, and the hallway to the den where my books were. Three steps from den Jamal stopped. "I can't wait. I can't wait." It was dark except for the moonlight coming in through the window. "I need to fuck you right now" I swear to God I was dripping wet. All I could think of was Jamal's cock plunging inside of me. "Okay, okay," I said, "Let's go in here, and I pulled him into the guest room. I lay down on the bed while Jamal lifted my skirt and pulled my panties off. He began to lick my already swollen pussy.. Every little lick sent shocks of electricity running up and down my body. I wanted him to fuck me in every place he could. Suddenly there was a whirrrr! It was the whirr of the garage door opener! The Barkers were home and there was no time to flee! We jumped up and I grabbed Jamal's hand and pulled him into the hall closet. He stood behind me as we pushed up against clothes. I knew this closet well. It was filled with the Barker's coats and other winter garb and I could see out but they would not be able to see in. I had played many a game of hide and seek there. My heart beat so fast, and I could feel Jamal's short breaths on my neck. "They'll be asleep soon and we can leave," he said, I waited in dread and silence as little Bobby said, "Mom, I can't find my baseball glove!" Please, please, get the damn glove, I thought. Suddenly, Jamal took his hands and began to rub my inner thighs. I could feel his cock pressing up against me and I was mortified and excited. The thought of getting caught sent chills up and down my spine, and his gentle massaging of my inner thighs made me wish he could plunge his cock into me there, despite the fact that I was scared to death. He took his fingers and rubbed my taut clit and caressed my opening. I wanted to moan but could not. Then he took his fingers and put them in my mouth. "Lick your taste off of me," he said, "it's good." Still pressed against his front I licked his fingers and listened for sounds of the Barkers. I could hear water running in the master bathroom and I was so dizzy with Jamal's finger fucking me, I was starting not to care. What could happen if I got caught? I tried to imagine Mrs. Barker's face when she opened to closet door to see me standing with one knee up and Jamal's hand on my pussy. He licked his fingers and started swirling them around my clit. "Sweetie, I can't imagine where your glove is," I heard from the living room. Oh my god, I couldn't believe the ecstasy I was feeling. Bobby ran by the closet and went back out to the garage. Jamal took his fingers, now wet with my juice and began to rub my asshole slowly making it wet. I thought I would scream and Mrs. Barker would come and find me, panty-less and my skirt wet with my juice, while Jamal was fingering my asshole. I thought I would faint then and there and I let out a little sigh. "Shhhhhhh," said Jamal and then he put his index finger up my asshole and I thought I would go through the roof. Still pressing against his front I placed my hand his hard cock, so warm I could feel it through his jeans. He unzipped them and out it came, hot and dripping with his own juice. Slowly, I turned and faced him and knelt down, my face rubbing against his chest first, then his belly and then my lips and mouth taking in his delicious cock with just a drop of semen on it. We had shown we could make some moves even in the tight space. As Jamal plunged his dick in and out of my mouth, I felt my swollen pussy gorging and all I could think of was him fucking me up the ass! Very carefully, I went down on all fours and he went down on his knees, both of us pushing up against the winter coats. "Fuck me hard in the ass!" I wanted to yell. But I was silent as he licked his fingers and began putting his spit on my asshole. Slowly he touched the tip of his cock to my asshole. I could hear Bobby's steps one more time go by. "Hurry honey," Mrs. Barker yelled, " we need to get to the field! now!" In went Jamal's cock slowly, slowly until I could feel myself moaning quietly. The kitchen door slammed and I could hear the whirr of the garage door as the Barkers were headed back to the baseball field. "Please, please," I said, "Fuck me, fuck me," and Jamal obliged, there on the closet floor, his hands spreading my checks apart while he banged me again and again." It was the best but scariest sex I'd ever had, and we never came out of the closet!