17 comments/ 218591 views/ 80 favorites Caught Ch. 01 By: eroghost I'm a married man named Jim and I have a secret. Since the time I was a teenager I have always had a thing for watching interracial sex between a black man and a white woman. I was so aroused the first time I saw a picture of a black man fucking a white woman that I masturbated to it all night. I became totally addicted to watching interracial pornography. Over the years I have tried to break the habit but no matter how determined I was I kept going back to interracial porno. Sometimes all I would have to do is see a beautiful woman and I would start imagining how sexy it would look to see a black man fucking her. At age 24 I became married to a attractive woman named Anna who was 22 years old. I enjoyed a healthy sex life and for a long while it seemed my interest in interracial had faded away. Anna was a sexy petite brunette. I was over a foot taller then her which she always loved. She had a sexy tan body with gorgeous curves, breasts and delicious legs. She wore her hair to around her shoulders. Anna was a sharp dresser too, always getting compliments on how good she looked. She never looked anything less then perfect. Then one day, who knows how it came up, my wife Anna told me in a conversation that years ago a black man had once tried to hit on her. I listened with growing arousal to her story about a black man where she once worked would try to flatter her and would look at her with what she described as hungry eyes. People where she worked would joke with her that "oh there goes your husband" and she said she would get mad at them. Her voice told me another story, however; she was flattered and excited by the advances of the black guy. My penis started to get erect on its own accord as she talked about how this black guy would stop in the hall to look her up and down and jokingly call her "his wife". It seemed to me even though she refused his advances that she still enjoyed it. She was almost giggling as she told the story. Images of my wife in the arms of a black man began to creep into my mind. That night I had an erotic dream. In my dream Anna accepted instead of rejecting the advances of the black man where she used to work. After work she would take the black man home, throw her arms around him and lock lips with him in intimate kisses. Anna would let the black man explore her body with his hands and take off her clothes for him. I dreamed of her surrendering her body for the black man to make pleasure with. My dream was a chaos of her body tangled in heated passion with the body of a black man. After that I began a slow slide back into watching interracial pornography. I secretly bought a lot of dvd's, books and magazines. I basically collected and hid anything that had something to do with interracial sex including clippings of celebrity women dating black men. Sometimes I masturbated so much that I had trouble performing sexually in bed. That's when I started to picture my wife fucking a black man while we had sex. I would get an instant erection thinking about my wife with a black man. After awhile I couldn't get an erection at all by my wife unless I thought about her having interracial sex. A couple more years went by and I began to get sloppy about hiding my addiction. I would leave interracial books where they could be seen or leave a interracial video in the VCR. I had been lucky none of this had been spotted but eventually I slipped up. One night I watched interracial sex DVD's and then left them on my table. My wife is always up in the morning before I am and spotted the dvd's on my table. I was caught. Finding the interracial DVD's came as a big shock to my wife and for awhile she wouldn't talk to me. It took a lot of buttering up and talking before she came around. Anna asked what all the dvd's she found were about and I came clean about my addiction to interracial porn. It felt very liberating to finally tell her about this secret side of my life but I didn't know how she would take it. Anna took it pretty well and said it was ok if I wanted to watch them. After talking with her it seemed like she was more concerned if I was cheating on her. She asked if I thought she was sexy and I assured her I thought she was the sexiest woman I knew, which is truly how I felt. Satisfied that I wasn't having an affair she seemed content enough for us to carry on as we had but I couldn't shake the "weird" feeling that things were different. She looked at me differently now, in a pitying way which I didn't like. After awhile it seemed to fade away back to normal. Occasionally my wife had very horny moods when she liked to be sexy. One night, in a especially horny mood, she asked if I wanted to watch one of the interracial dvd's with her instead of by myself. I was stunned. I was at a crossroads now. Watching an interracial dvd with my wife seemed the most arousing thing in the world and at the same time the scariest. What would happen to my marriage if my wife and I started watching black men with their strong bodies and big cocks fucking sexy white women? Lust got the better of me and I agreed to watch the dvd with her. That night my wife and I cuddled on the sofa while watching hot interracial sex on the television. My wife was riveted by what she saw. "Oh my gosh," she would exclaim as she watched a big black dick plunge into a white woman's waiting cunt. "That's a really big penis, she must really be a slut." "Is that a real penis? Are they really that big?" She would ask while we watched the interracial action. At one point my wife, who was really getting turned on by the sex scenes, screamed with delight as she saw a black porn star whip out his enormous cock from his pants. "Oh that is nasty," she would say as she took my hand and directed it to rub her own cunt. Sometimes she would pulsate her pussy in tandem with the sex scene as a black man humped a moaning white woman. Needless to say I was harder then I ever had been before. I found myself adding my own comments in spite of myself. "Do you like the action, baby?" I would ask. "Oh yes its really sexy," Anna would respond back. "It makes me really horny." Finally she had enough and started kissing me all over. My wife was a hot bitch in heat and I was the closest hard cock around. We didn't even bother to go to the bedroom we fucked right there in the living room where the television was. My wife had multiple orgasms, something I hadn't been able to give her since after we got married. Over the next few weeks my wife and I watched every one of my interracial dvd's, sometimes more then once. We had lots of great sex after each viewing. She began to look at the interracial pictures I collected on the computer and later she agreed for us to sign up to a interracial web site where we could get streaming interracial video action. It was a great time for me being able to share my interracial addiction but I was quietly troubled. My wife was as hooked as I was now to watching interracial sex and could no longer get aroused unless I mentioned it to her as we made love. All this time though I always tried to separate the sex we watched from our own sex life as much as possible. Not easy I can tell you and ultimately futile. One night in bed we were talking about pretty white girls having sex with black men. We were kissing and rubbing each other as we built up our arousal for sex and my addiction took over my mouth. "Oh baby," I started saying between kisses. "You know what would be even better then watching the girls on tv fucking black guys." "Tell me sweety" she replied as she rubbed her body rhythmically against mine. "I would love to see you fucking a black man," I said without any ability to stop myself. "Oooh sweety," she moaned getting even more stimulated. "Yes I want to see a big black cock going into your soft white pussy." "That is so hot sweety." "You like it?" "Mmmm yes I love it," she whispered. "Would you like to do it, I wouldn't mind if you did. I think I would like it." "If that's what you wanted sweety." "Would you fuck a black man. You would take his black dick in your pussy?" "Is that what you want?" She moaned. "Yes. I want that." "Yes sweety I would do it if it makes you happy." "Do what? Tell me. I want to hear you say it." "I would fuck a black man for you." "That makes me hot," I replied covering face with kisses and licking her with my tongue. "Mmmm sweety I'm so horny right now," she whispered as I began to lavish her body with kisses. A stream of obscenities began to come out of my mouth and she moaned and cooed through my speech. "I want to watch a black man rub his cock on your wet pussy." "Oooh yes." "I want to see you spread your legs wide open and have him slowly stick the black head in you." "Mmmm sweety that's hot." "All I think about is watching a big long black dick sliding slowly into and spreading open your white pussy." "Ooooh yea." "Would you wrap your long sexy white legs around his black body. Grab his butt while he fucks your pussy and hold him tightly with your arms." "Oh yes sweety I would I would." "Do you want me watching while he fucks over and over again?" "Yes, sweety, I want to scream your name while he fucks me." "Oh that is hot. I like that. Will you be his slut for me." "Yes I will be a slut for you. I will sleep with a black man." "Would you do him on our bed?" "Yes, yes I would. I want to." "What do you think about me wanting this, to see you taken sexually by a black man?" "I love it. I love that we can share this." "I want to share this baby. I want to see you spend all night with a black man. Watch you lick his body and get licked by him." "Oh yeah, sweety." "I want to see you go into the shower with him and wash each other and then come out and fuck all night, his black body on top of your white body all night." "Yes sweety, yes. I want him to ram me hard." "Oh baby." "I want scream with his big beautiful black cock in me. Filling me up." "Oh oh baby." "I want a big man to pick me up and throw me on the bed and fuck me hard." "Oh baby I love it when you talk like that." "And you need to be there. You need to see it when I fuck a black man. I want to look in your eyes when he sticks his black dick in." "Ooooooh baby. I want to hold your hand when he puts his black cock in the first time. And I want to be kissing you as the black man makes your pussy cum." "Oh sweety, I want it. I love it." "And I want to be kissing and holding you as he ejaculates and pumps your pussy full of his black man's cum." "Mmmm. Oh yes, yes. I want that." "Do really want that?" "Yes, sweety. If you want it?" "I want it more then anything. I want us to do it. I want to plan it. I want to help you find a black boyfriend and for you to go on dates and fuck him whenever you want." "Oh sweety I love it." "Will you do it?" "Yes sweety, yes. Fuck me now." That night we had the best sex we ever had in our married lives. It was hot and animal like. We fucked and cummed like mad. We were the closest we would ever be in our life. Throughout all the sex I talked about her being a slut to a black man while I watched and I knew there was no turning back. This was a beginning in a new chapter of our married life. As I watched my wife savagely pumping her body on my hard cock crying out to be sexed by a black man I knew I couldn't stop her from doing it even if I wanted to. Her mind was completely focused on having sex with a black man. She no longer saw me as we had the best sex we ever had, she thought only of that black lover that loomed in her future like a black cock poised to ravage a soft white pussy. She was destined to fuck a black man and I was going to help her do it. The night she would have her first interracial experience needed to be perfect. I took it upon myself to makes the plans for everything. She was eager to do it but I knew she would wait for me to set things up for what would be the hottest night of her life. End of part one. Caught Ch. 01 I was trying to convince my 19 year old college freshman sister, 10 months older than I am, that 99.9% of all guys masturbate. "Not just occasionally," I said, "routinely." She looked dubious. "My theory? Masturbation is hardwired into the male brain and guys can't help themselves." She laughed and said, "Good theory. I always knew you were a pervert. But at least a damn well adjusted and, might I add, a very well hung pervert." I laughed too. "Wait, that means, whoa, that means Dad....., masturbates?" "I don't want to think about him masturbating either, but I guarantee he does, even if he and Mom fuck routinely and often. Jesus, I don't want to think about them fucking, but you know they do. It's a given. Masturbation feels so good. We need the build-up and release. We need it more often and at times that just aren't convenient for fucking." "Jesus Jake, I just can't believe it." "Well believe big sister. Believe." "Does Mom know?" "Maybe, maybe not. Probably not. Women often perceive it as a failing on their part. Really has nothing to do with them. It is just the way it is." I had been home alone. I hadn't had sex since last weekend and was feeling a little tense, to say the least, and had decided to give myself relief. As I sometimes do, I was coaxing my cock slowly to the edge, backing off, and edging again to get that wonderful build up of tension that gives a good payoff when patience is practiced. Anyone who edges for a significant amount of time knows exactly what I am referring to. Problem is, as I prolonged the payoff, I got sucked more and more into the intensity of the build up and my focus narrowed more and more to just my dick. It was taking incredible concentration to not tip over the edge, to stay on the edge and not pass that point of no return. I never heard my sister's car. I never heard her enter the house. I never heard her walk down the hallway. I never heard her stop just outside my room. I had no idea she was watching me through my barely cracked open bedroom door. My stiff hard-on was leaking pre-cum copiously onto my abdomen. I had let go of my cock, which remained poised, twitching and bobbing with a life of its own. I couldn't delay or prolong the release demanded by the organ between legs my any longer. I grasped my erect pre-cum coated shaft and hand fucked its length watching its purple head disappear in and out of my palm. My hips involuntarily thrust into my hand as I fucked myself to an intense orgasm. I moaned as I humped violently into the tight grip of my hand. I climaxed. The force and intensity of the ensuing contractions blanked out my surroundings. I was totally focused on the fierce sensations as each ejaculatory squeeze pumped rope after rope of thick jizz onto my stomach and chest. The exquisite sensation swelling within my pelvis and cock threatened to burst open, then temporarily relieved as the pent up juice was forced from the end of my cock and spurted through the air and added to the pool of white cum on my chest. The pleasurable sensations spread out from my cock in warm relaxing waves through my body and limbs. The prolonged edging and build-up of tension resulted in one of my more intense orgasms. As the volume of each ejaculation began to decrease, my pinpoint focus receded as well. The sharp intake of breath penetrated my orgasmic haze as my contractions ebbed and the sperm oozed rather than jetted from the end of my still twitching cock. My head automatically snapped around as I looked with shocked embarrassment toward the bedroom door. My heart lurched in my chest with that uncomfortable pain experienced when surprised or frightened. I saw movement through the crack in the door. My sister's face pulled back as I turned toward the sound of her gasp. "Jesus Deb," is all I could muster. She hesitated briefly, then walked into the room and stood over me, staring at my cock and the puddles of cum spread across my body. "Oh my god," she whispered. "I'm sorry. Fuck, I'm so embarrassed." "No shit. Talk about embarrassed," I quipped back. "Give me a little privacy for Christ's sake," I pleaded. An evil grin spread across my elder sisters lips. "No, I don't think so. This is too much fun." "Come on," I shot back. "No kidding. Jesus. I've never seen so much cum." "Deb, really. Can't you just leave so I can get myself together?" "No. I think we need to talk," she said as her eyes thoroughly took in my dick and my cum covered body. "No way. Quit staring." "Way brother. I'm enjoying the view. What's up with you anyway? Is your rep with the local female population not as great as it's cracked up to be?" "What?" I asked incredulously. "What do you know about my reputation? What the fuck does masturbating have to do with my reputation?" "Jake, you have fucked several of my friends and girls actually do kiss and tell. If someone is getting 'it' regularly, as you seem to be, why are you masturbating? I couldn't believe I was actually having this conversation with my sister. However, hearing positive things about one's reputation is never a problem. Even if the report was coming from an unexpected source. "Sis, one has nothing to do with the other. In fact, it may very well be, the more pussy one gets, especially good pussy, the more self-pleasuring," I said with a chuckle as I reached for some tissue. "You're going to have to explain that one," my sister said as she sat on the arm of the chair beside my bed and watched as I mopped at the white sperm laden jizz. That brought us full circle to the opening paragraph. "99.9% of all guys masturbate. The ones that don't either can't because they don't have dicks, or are so fucking fucked-up, we might as well not even bother thinking or talking about that 0.1%. I don't deal in abnormal psychology. I'll let the shrinks do that." "Sis, don't you masturbate?" I enquired. "Jake, shut up." Her eyes were still riveted on my dick. She was drinking in the sight of my softening cock. When fully flaccid, my cock is only about four inches long. I have one of those dicks that looks small when soft, but doubles in size, both length and thickness when it becomes erect and hard. Now that I had turned the topic to her, my cock was starting to recover. I could feel that special sensation of internal excitement. I could feel that I could get hard, erect and able to orgasm again and soon. "Just curious. Don't you ever masturbate just for the fun of it?" "Don't change the subject. What do you mean the more pussy the more you masturbate?" "Well, I don't know about other guys, but for me, I can't keep all that pussy and all that fucking out of my head. The more tits, ass and pussy I see, touch, eat and fuck, the more I have to remember and think about. That leads to a lot of hard-ons and that leads to a lot of masturbating. Just the way it is." I was still nude in front of her. I finished wiping up the last of my mess and dabbed the last dribbles oozing from the end of my dick. Deb's eyes followed every move. Her breathing had quickened. She seemed excited. Was it seeing me naked? Was it the banter about masturbating? Was it talking about her masturbating? "Want to touch it?" I asked impulsively. "Touch what," she tried to ask with an innocent air. I didn't respond. I just lay on my bed not moving. My soft cock was draped across my thigh, dribbles of cum still leaked from my urethra. I watched her eyes slowly move from my crotch and meet mine. "Touch what?" she asked again with a flush rapidly spreading from her chest up her neck and across her face. I remained silent watching my sister's reaction. Her eyes dropped to my crotch as her hand reached out, the tip of her index finger grazed the undersurface of my cock. A bolt of pleasure coursed through my dick and through my body. Deb's hand jerked back. She had felt it too. We both looked at my cock. Her hand reached out once more. Her fingers gingerly encircled my rapidly swelling dick. Sparks seemed to fly from the surface of her palm as it engaged my shaft. "Oh my," is all Deb could say. Pre-cum dribbled, oozed, ran down and warmly traced a wet track across thumb. My cock continued to grow and elongate within the soft encircling grip of her fingers. Deb gasped as she felt and watched my cock elongate and grow to its full length and girth. "Umpff," escaped my lips as a flow of electrical current seemed to flow from her hand. I felt like I might explode and all Deb was doing was lightly holding my cock. "Jesus." I said. Deb looked up at me and asked, "What?" "Do you feel that? Your hand, your touch, an energy is flowing from your hand. I'm about to cum right now." "Can I make you cum? Would you mind?" "You better do something quick or I am going to go crazy," I said as my hips began to squirm against her hand. She took the head of my cock firmly in her palm, slick with pre-cum, encircled and stroked only the head. "Ahh, Fuck," I groaned as I suddenly shot sperm into her fist, spasm after spasm, pump after pump, my white seed leaked and oozed between her gripping fingers as my sperm ejaculated into her hand, still around and firmly encircling the swollen head of my dick. "Oh Jake, my god." "Wow. That was so fast and intense. God. No one's hand has ever felt like that. Look, I'm still hard. I feel like I could cum again." Deb began stroking the length of my still rock hard cock, fucking the length of my dick with her hand. The strokes became firmer and longer. I was responding again and began to thrust my hips. I fucked her hand. I watched Deb's face. Her lips parted as she gently panted with her effort. Her lips were slightly parted. A silvery dribble of saliva drooled down and across her lower lip. "God, I'm going to cum again," I grunted as my cock spasmed. Thick ropes of white sperm shot out onto my body again and again. "Oh my god," is all Deb said as she watched my cum jet out of the stiff appendage she held in her palm. We both watched her fingers expand with the force of each contraction as each ejaculate forced its way out of my balls, up my shaft, through her clenched palm and spewed out of my cock. I lay back on my pillow spent. Deb still held my cock in her hand. Her touch was electrifying. Seeing her hold my cock caused a continuous excitement to buzz through my balls and dick. "Are your breasts flushed?" I asked quietly. "What?" Deb responded sluggishly as she looked at me questioningly. "Are your boobs flushed? Your neck and your face..., when you touched me...., a bright red flush spread up your neck and face." Deb looked down at her chest, saw the flush through the unbuttoned portion of her blouse. She reached up with her other hand, unbuttoned and pulled it open exposing her frilly bra. The exposed upper portions of her breasts were flushed a crimson red. "Yes," she said with a self-conscious smile. I reached over and touched the upper part of her right breast. Deb shivered and squeezed my still hard cock as I felt tingles spread into my hand, warmth spread up my arm and an intense heat flow through my body. "Um, wow, uh, I almost came....," she whispered. "What?" "I almost came just now. When you touched my breast." I reached out and touched her nipple. It stood erect, firmly imprinting the thin material of her bra. Deb shuddered and squeezed my cock again. Her eyes closed as her tongue licked her full lips. "Um." I lightly pinched the firm nipple with my thumb and forefinger. "Yes, oh yes," emanated from her open mouth as she tipped her head back. I slipped my fingers under the bra's lacy edge. Fire coursed through my fingertips as they advanced and encountered the soft texture of Deb's areola. Deb moaned as she squirmed beside me. My fingers advance, encountered the firm erect flesh of her nipple and another more intense jolt coursed through my arm. Deb's other hand shot up and pressed my hand firmly against her breast. Her hips squirmed again as her knees fell open. "Jake, Jesus, I have never felt..., anything..., so..., intense..., what's happening?" I pumped my cock into Deb's cum wet grip, sliding in and out of her encircling fingers, the tension built rapidly as I started fucking her tight grip again. "I don't know, but it feels incredible," I rasped out as I reached between her parted legs and place my hand on her inner thigh. "Uh, oh Jake, what..., oh, please..., yes." I let my hand glide up her silky thigh, touched her crotch and felt the soaking wet fabric of the panties stretched tightly over her plumb labial lips. "Oh Jake, no. Jake, uhn, I can't stand it. Oh, oh my." She squirmed her cunt firmly into my hand. Her lips said no but her hips said yes. I pulled the thin wet fabric to the side and exposed the wet gash between her spread legs. I felt her humid warmth waft across the skin of my hand. "Uhn..., Jake, no...., oh..., please...., don't." "Deb?" My finger touched her labia. "God," Deb screamed at my touch. I groaned as my cock convulsed in her hand and as I immediately came again and spewed my seed with painful pleasure and forceful pumps of agonizing enjoyment. "Fuck, I'm cumming," screamed Deb with a guttural sound torn from her throat and my finger pulsed with a bolt of electrical current as her pelvis thrust against my hand. "My god, what is happening? My clit, my pussy....." "Oh Jake. What are we doing?" Deb let go of my cock and ran from the room. My cock shriveled, collapsed and became immediately flaccid. I was exhausted beyond anything I had ever experienced. I barely pulled a sheet over my naked body before falling into a deep sleep. Deb I only wanted to tease my little brother. Is that all I really wanted to do? Why did I go to his room? Why did I peak? Why did I keep watching when I saw what he was doing? Why did I go in to taunt him? Why did I touch him? Jesus, why did I jack him off? Just seeing him naked, holding his long hard cock had sent a shivering shock of electricity into my pelvis, through my pussy and crashing into my clitoris. It ached with how hard and excited it had instantly become. My juices had instantly flowed and saturated crotch. I had never been so wet. When he came, seeing his penis squirt sperm so forcefully, I almost had an orgasm watching. I was so embarrassed, caught spying; I was trying to cover my embarrassment by being bold, storming in, to cover my embarrassment, tease and embarrass him instead. The closer I got to Jake, to his penis, when I saw the cum pooled on his body and smelled its musky aroma, it physically pulled at me. It was all I could do not to touch it. I could barely participate in the conversation. When Jake asked if I wanted to touch him, a switch was thrown and my hand defied my brain, it grabbed his penis. The energy that flowed from his warm flesh into my hand, coursed to my pelvis and built a charge of tension like a battery storing power. Each stroke along the shaft of his penis pumped more energy and pleasure through my body and into my pelvis. My clit was screaming with one tiny quivering orgasm after another. Not a big full blown orgasm, but little twitches of pleasure building to the main event. When Jake came and his sperm spewed out and covered my hand, the surges of current intensified. I could barely breath. I wasn't thinking. I pumped his penis without thinking, more cum poured out of his body and pure pleasure flowed into mine. The touch of his hand on my breast almost sent me over the edge. I couldn't hold my legs together. The pressure of tension that built between my legs became unbearable. I desperately needed release. When his fingers touched my nakedness, the tension in my pussy exploded and I came like I had never come before. When I let go of his penis, my brain started working again, I panicked and ran from the room. I knew, if he had touched my clitoris, I would have had no control. There would have been no stopping the slippery path we had been rapidly heading down. My god, I had come so close to fucking my own little brother. I had jacked him off, not once, but several times. My little brother had made me orgasm. I had experienced the most intense orgasm of my life with my little brother. He had barely touched me. Those simple touches had been beyond incredible. What would it be like feel his kisses on my breasts, my nipples sucked into his mouth, his fingers inside my pussy? What would it feel like to have his hard penis inside my wet cunt? Inside my dirty cunt? I must be dirty. I must be a cunt. What else could I be. I wanted my baby brother to fuck me. I was having these thoughts lying on my bed. I suddenly realized my hand was inside my panties stroking furiously at my clit. What was I doing? What was I thinking? I came and the tension between my legs subsided, but was not drained. I still had a distracting pressure of pleasure that grew when I thought of Jake. Was this obsession? I couldn't stop thinking about my little brother and the wonderful feel of his big cock in my hand. I wanted to feel it inside my pussy. I needed to feel it inside my pussy. I had to feel it inside my pussy. I wanted it inside my mouth. I wanted to taste his cum and feel it pump into every orifice of my body. What was wrong with me? I was somehow back at my brother's door staring intently at the gentle swell of the sheet between his legs. It took all my will power to not enter his room and pull the sheet from his body. My hand, it was somehow between my legs again. I did not remember consciously reaching for myself. But my hand was inside my panties, my fingers holding my warm wet pussy, my middle finger gently slipping between the folds of my labia, rubbing my still aching clitoris and slipping into the entrance of my cunt. It was not enough. Not nearly enough. I desperately needed something more substantial inside my empty cunt. And, I needed it now. Caught Ch. 01 "For fuck's sake Peter! Just shut up and piss off to work!" I sighed, there went another lovely afternoon. The sun was shining, the garden was doing its usual sun-trap thing in the garden, and everything would have been perfect were it not for the couple next door. I kicked the recycling box I had just emptied into the bin, and swore sotto voce in disgust. The unexpected silence from next door let me know that maybe I hadn't been quite as sotto as I had intended. I heard the front door slam, and then the neighbour's motorbike kicked into life and roared away. It's not just that they argued, it was the fact they argued all the time, and they didn't care where they did it. When my wife and I argue, I make damn sure it's inside behind closed doors, but they seemed to use the garden as their main area for disagreement. So many days when it was nice, they'd be out there shouting at the top of their voices, making our garden a no-go area when all you wanted was a bit of peace and quiet on a sunny day. I finished up with the recycling, tidied up the rest of the garden, and went to put the bin outside for the morning pick-up. As I did so Sam was packing her son and daughter into a friend's car, obviously off out to a party as he was carting a wrapped present and she had a card, and there were three other kids in the car. As we made eye contact, I kind of nodded at their mum, just to maintain a degree of civility between us. In return I got a blank stare, not a hint of acknowledgement. Oops, I thought to myself, she definitely overheard me. Oh well, it's not like we were bosom buddies or anything, I could count on the fingers of one hand the number of times she had talked to me, and she had never initiated a conversation once. We'd introduced ourselves when they'd moved in, knew that she was a nurse and he was a cop, working up with the Met in London, had even invited them around for dinner once, but they blew us out at short notice and we had hardly talked since. Five minutes later, I went out for a ciggie. I've been smoking for a couple of years now, but my wife doesn't know – if I have one at home I always wash my hands and face afterwards, and brush my teeth to get rid of the smell. I always make sure the doors and windows are closed on that side of the house where I smoke, the alley between ours and the brat kids house, in between the two kitchen doors. As I lit up, I could hear her messing about on her patio, cleaning up after the kids probably. I blew out that first oh so satisfying cloud of smoke, and watched as an unexpected puff of wind took it over the fence between our gardens. The bustling stopped next door, and I could tell she was standing there, quite still. I took another puff, and then, to my amazement, heard her voice. "Tell me something, David, Jenny doesn't know you smoke, does she?" What the hell? I thought, what was this about? "Um, no, no she doesn't actually. And to be honest I'd very much like to keep it that way, if that's not a problem." Jenny and I had had a major row once when I had gone out on the razz one night, snuck a ciggie off someone and come back smelling of smoke, and that was not an experience I wanted to go through again. "Well, as it happens, that causes me a bit of an issue. It's not good to have secrets like that in a relationship, and I know Jenny hates smoking with a passion." Her voice was dripping with saccharine, and I was in no doubt now that she had heard me earlier. I was thinking to myself that this was a bizarre conversation to be having through a fence with someone I barely know, and I was also a bit worried that this was going to lead up to her broaching the subject with Jenny and spilling the beans on me, with all of the subsequent shit that would drop on my head. And also, how in hell did she know what my wife thought about anything, surely they had barely ever talked? "I tell you what, why don't you come over here a minute, and maybe we can talk this through to stop any unpleasantness". At this point I was pretty low, I have to say, because I knew I was going to have to grovel to keep her quiet and stop her dropping me in it with Jenny. She had obviously heard me, was royally pissed about it, and was in a mood, and a position, to get some small measure of revenge for my pettiness earlier. "Ah, OK, um, I'll pop over then." As I stubbed the cigarette out and hid the butt in a conveniently positioned beer can, I asked her "Um, so shall I come down the side path?" "I'll get the door, come on in," came the reply. As I walked out through my side gate and around to her door, my mind was spinning. Keep calm, don't lose your temper, be nice, apologise profusely and get out of there without letting it blow up, all these thoughts were running through my mind. As I got to her door, she opened it, looked at me, said "Come in," and walked down the passageway into her kitchen, leaving me to shut the door. As I went to do so, I have to admit I drew a deep breath – she was barefoot, wearing a pair of shorts that hugged her figure, and a sleeveless blouse top with a low cut neck that did nothing to conceal her body, quite the opposite in fact. Now, although I didn't get along with Sam, I have to admit that she does have a nice body. She never wears much make-up, I've never seen her glammed up, but she is about a size 10-12, nice figure, wavy blonde hair and has a lovely cleavage. In a small pair of shorts, and a small top, she looked spectacular. As I got to the kitchen, she was standing in the sliding door, silhouetted against the sunlit garden, and I saw absolutely nothing to make me change my mind about her looks. Her blouse was very sheer, and it was plain from the way the sun shone through it that she was braless underneath. I was a bit taken aback – most of the time I saw her she was a bit frumpy, as if she wanted to look plain, yet here she was, looking absolutely stunning. Remembering where I was, and the situation I was in, I lifted my eyes off her body back to her face, to find her staring straight at my eyes. Aw crap, I thought, she's called me over to give me some grief, and caught me checking her body out. Five seconds in the room, and I've already messed up. "I'm sorry," I stuttered, desperately trying to save the day. "That sun is a killer, can't stare into it at all," knowing as I said it that it was totally lame. Still she just stared at me, but then, incredibly, the corners of her mouth turned up. Just a bit, but there was a definite hint of a smile there. "I'm sure," she said, and there was, definitely, a small smile there now. It changed her face, wiping away the normally down-turned mouth and frown that she wore so often, but there was something about it that didn't reach her eyes, and it put me slightly on edge. "I don't really care what you do to yourself to screw up your life," she declared suddenly, face going cold again, confirming my reservations and making me realise that the whole caught-in-the-act thing was still alive. "If you want to smoke yourself to death, it's entirely up to you, but if you want to keep it secret then you're rather depending on other people. Namely me." I stared at her, wondering where this was going. "Follow me," she said, and set of fback down the hall to her living room. Mutely I followed her, feeling any semblance of control spiralling away. She walked into the room, and sat herself down on the sofa, feet together, knees slightly apart, leaving me standing like a prat in front of her. "I'm prepared to keep this just between us," she said, looking up at me, "But it is going to take some effort from you to make that happen." "What do you want?" I asked her, still clueless about what was about to happen. Silently, she stood up, popped the button on her shorts, pulled them down to the floor and stepped out of them, then sat back down on the sofa, this time with her thighs apart, revealing a thick blonde bush of hair. "Eat me," she said, staring into my face with no trace of humour. I stood there for a second, pretty sure my mouth was agape – things like this just didn't happen – and she muttered "For God's sake," stood up, grabbed my unresisting hands and placed then firmly onto her breasts, looked into my eyes from six inches away and said "I want you to go down on me, and you'd better make me come," and sat back on the sofa, still holding my hands to her boobs, so that I got pulled forward and down to my knees. I looked up at her face looking down at me with a determined and dead-serious expression, and finally switched off the thinking and allowed instinct to take over. I moved my hands, cupping her breasts, and feeling her hard nipples through her top, pinching them slightly and rolling them between my thumb and forefinger, and then leant forward and took each nipple into my mouth in turn, kissing them and rolling my tongue around them through her top, feeling her body stiffen slightly and a small "Mmm" escape from her. For the first time, my dick started to harden and start pulsing, and I squirmed my hips around to try and give it a little freedom in my pants. I pulled back slightly, dropping my hands to her butt cheeks, and pulled her forward until her pussy was right on the edge of the seat. Spreading her legs once more with my elbows, I leant down and put my nose close into her pussy, feeling her hair against my nose and lips, and inhaled deeply. She had a really strong aroma, and the irrelevant though "Someone hasn't had a shower today yet," popped into my head, and then I set about making sure she was going to need one later. Opening her thighs even further, so she was splayed wide open to me, I gently kissed her pussy, up the top, through her hair, and felt a little jerk from her. Dropping down a touch, I kissed her again, firmer and with a little sucking action, used my tongue to push her pubic hair out of the way, then pulling her folds into my mouth, and my tongue started caressing them. I've always loved the taste of pussy, and she tasted gorgeous, a thick sensual flavour that turned me on even more. As I continued to tongue her, I reached down with one hand into my pants and manipulated my growing cock so it had freedom to fill itself. Gently, keeping my lips wrapped around her, I eased my tongue between her lips, opening them and feeling the soft smooth liquid flesh beneath. I ran my tongue up her slit, concentrating on just the top of her, and feeling the little bump of her clitoris tucked away. With her lips opening up to me, I ran my tongue slowly up her again, starting lower down and tasting that slightly metallic flavour as I ran it up over her vagina and urethra, once again reaching her clit, but this time moving my mouth and allowing my tongue to stimulate her clit, feeling her stiffen as I rolled my tongue around and over her most sensitive of spots. I used my thumbs to open her lips, and looked down at her exposed pussy, now glistening slightly with a mixture of my saliva and her own juices. Her hands were now around my head, and I felt her pulling me towards her as I positioned my mouth around her vaginal opening, and bunted the flat of my tongue, my saliva lubricating her as I felt the opening she so desperately wanted me in. Her hands pulling more insistently by the second, I gently pushed my tongue deep inside her, as far as I could reach, licking as much of her as I could, tasting the rich musky flavour of her juices, adjusting my mouth so my lips were almost in her pussy, allowing my tongue to reach slightly deeper into her. The feeling of my tongue being pressured by the walls of her pussy was seriously turning me on now, and she was starting to thrust her groin against my face, pulling me firmly into her, and I continued with my tongue, trying to reach every bit of her, moving within her as my hands were back under her butt cheeks, lifting her up into me in tandem with her own movements. Due to her own pushing movements, most of her bum had now slid off the sofa, her weight being taken on the small of her back, but this allowed her to use her legs much more to push into my face. She was starting to grind her hips in a circular motion, enjoying the sensations as my tongue was rubbed against different areas, so I scooted in closer to her, and reached my hands under and around her thighs up to her breasts. They were so soft to the touch, but the nipples were standing upright, and I stroked and massaged them while my tongue worked deep inside her pussy, holding her tight to me with my upper arms as my fingers fondled and stroked and then tweaked her nipples firmly. Her hands shot from the back of my head to my hands, and she forced them against her breasts, moaning as she did so, so I took the hint and started kneading her boobs quite heavily, and I could feel her body responding. Getting tangled up with my hands, she hastily undid the buttons on her blouse, and ripped it open, letting me touch her glorious naked breasts. As I continued to tongue-fuck her, she was now out-and-out grinding her pussy against me, and was crushing my hands against her boobs so hard it was difficult to move them so I simply moved my hands in circles under hers as we both applied pressure, letting her do what she wanted with them. Realising I was just getting in the way there, I pulled my hands away from under hers and replaced them on top of hers, so she was stimulating her boobs herself and I was just encouraging her. I could feel her hands squashing the breasts quite hard, and then her fingers and thumbs went to her nipples and pulled them out, much more than I would have dared, as I rubbed the sides of her breasts while my thumbs were underneath, held between breast and chest, all the while my tongue working away deep inside her. I was looking up and watching her now, her eyes closed as she made the most of the sensations roiling up within her body, and the expression on her face made it clear that she was getting well along on the way to an orgasm. Adjusting her hips' position as I did so, I pulled my right hand away and down to my mouth, where I lubricated it with my saliva as it rubbed against her pussy. Pulling out of her slightly, I slid my forefinger gently into her vagina, and as it reached and then passed the point that my tongue had been able to reach felt her arching up against me. I moved my finger in and out of her, slowly to start, as I adjusted my mouth and moved up her slit towards the clit, which I had pretty much ignored until now, tonguing that area of sensitive skin in between as I went. As my mouth got to her clit, I simply wrapped my lips around the whole area and gave my tongue free rein, swirling around the little nub and the little flap of skin, my saliva making it all impossibly slick. One desperate hand shot to the back of my head, forcing me in so tight I had to work hard to avoid my teeth jarring her pelvis, and the other hand grabbed my left and pulled it back on top of her breast, directing me to her nipple which I grabbed firmly and started tugging on, and she bucked her hips wildly, all control gone. I tilted my head slightly as I pulled my finger out of her pussy, and licked the rest of the hand, and then went back to work on her clit as two fingers slid into her. By now my head was sort of side on rather than looking straight up her body, to give my hand access to her pussy as my tongue worked her clit. I pushed the two fingers in and out of her, faster than before as she ground herself into my face and worked one breast while I had the other, and enjoyed the sensation of her pussy wall around my fingers. I could actually feel some of the muscle movements as her pussy contracted, and I continued with two fingers while I enjoyed tonguing her clit. After a minute or two, I could feel she wanted more, and I let my third finger join the other two, filling her up more and more, my tongue and lips playing non-stop with her clit. A quick lick of my thumb, and then as I continued to finger-fuck her, I adjusted my position so it was just my tongue making contact with her clit, and allowed my thumb to reach up and bump the clit each time my hand sank into her, getting faster and faster. Five strokes later she exploded, bucking up against my face so hard I was worried about my nose, the hand on my head moving to grab my hand that was buried deep inside her, forcing it in, but leaving just enough free room for my thumb to be able to keep rubbing her clit hard as my tongue continued to swirl around it as well. She continued to buck as I massaged her, gasping, and making little "Oh" sounds, and then little straining noises, bucking into my face, her face contorted as she concentrated on getting every bit of pleasure she could out of it, and I continued to work on her until that initial wave had peaked and she started to try and close her legs. I slipped my hand slowly out of her close-to-dripping pussy, she spasming as some nerve or other got stimulated, and eventually I just had my mouth wrapped around her clit, but with my tongue still now. I slowly repositioned myself front on to her again, and gently bent in to kiss her again, before gently, oh so gently, wrapping my mouth around as much of her pussy as possible and I started to lick her juices off her. She was still so sensitive for a minute that she tightened up every time I moved my tongue, but I persevered and continued to lick up all of her gorgeous tasting pussy juice, looking up at her as I did so. And as I did, for the first time that day, I saw a genuine smile form on her face, a very satisfied, sated, sexual smile. "That" she said, smiling down at me between her legs, "hit the spot absolutely, fucking perfectly." To be continued. Caught Ch. 01 This is my first story and I apologize about any errors. My girlfriend and I had been living together for over a year. She moved into my house that I had custom built about three years ago. I had always been into crossdressing since I was a kid. So when I had my house built, I had a secret room created for my crazy kinky side. None of my girlfriends had ever been in the room and I planned on keeping it that way. None of my girlfriends ever new I was into cross-dressing or pretending to suck cock because I never wanted to scare them off. My girlfriend traveled for business every so often so I always had my alone time to play, dress up, and suck cock. I was lucky enough to work from home doing design and programming work. Well one time she left for a business trip for a week and decided I really wanted to go all out. She was usually only gone for a couple days but this time I had more time to play and no plans. The day before she left I ordered some new lingere, heels, and a wig. I had it mailed priority shipping so I could get it right as she left. My girlfriend and I kissed and said our goodbyes, as soon as that door shut I was like a little kid in a candy store. The package had been delivered one hour before she left so I had all my goodies. I ran up to our bedroom opened the box and sprawled out my new outfit. Before I started I wanted to be as close to a girl as possible so I hopped in the shower and began to shave all my hair. I was so excited in the shower to feel my smooth skin and my bare clit (cock) and pussy (asshole). I then dried off and ventured into my sex room to grab one of my toys before I finished getting ready. My toy was my cock-chair, I had attached a 5" cock with about 3" girth to a chair and used it to get my ass ready. I brought the cock-chair to the bathroom where I began to suck it to get it ready to penetrate my pussy. After about five minutes of sucking I finally sat down having my pussy take the whole thing in. As I sat down I opened my girlfriends make up. First I started by applying lime green eye shadow, then put some eye liner that had the little curls at the end, after that I used her eye lash curler to curl my lashes. The final touch was adding her black lipstick to my lips that she had gotten for Halloween. I got up, looked in the mirror and felt like a real slut as I licked my lips. I then made my way out to our bedroom where my sexy outfit was laid out. I got dressed and when I was finished I was wearing a lime green and black corset with ruffles at the end, lime green g-string, a black garter belt that had the word slut as the garter hooks, lime green and black horizontal striped thigh highs, with black 5" stilettos, black silk gloves, and a long black haired wig which I put into pig tails. I made my way into my sex room, and mad my way over to "cock paradise" as I called it. In my sexy room I had anything and everything you can think of or so I thought. Well I first began by going over to the wall where my favorite cock to suck was It was only about 4" and 3" wide but I was able to deep throat it and god I loved it! I then brought over my fuck cock, which was a cock about 7" long and 3" girth. I slowly started to suck and fuck those to cocks on my hands and knees and then grabbed the two other dildos attached to the wall next to them give them both hand jobs. It was amazing, I was having a fuck 'ol time. When all of a sudden I hear the door to my sex room creak open and there stood my girlfriend..... I turned around looking up at her with a cock still in my pussy and my hands on the two cocks. She then said to me "Look at this slut, I am so glad I finally caught you in the act", I stared speechless at her. She then told me to not say a word that I am now her lil slut. Standing there she started to come over, she was wearing a black dress, heels and thigh highs. When she was walking towards me I could see that something was sticking out of the dress just not sure what it was. As soon as she approached me she lifted up her dress and underneath was a 7" 3" cock, it looked so realistic, very veiny, matched her skin and had balls that looked so real. As she lifted up her dress she grabbed her cock and smacked me in the face with it calling me a "little whore" and that my life was going to change forever. As she smacked me she told me to tell her that "I loved her cock and to beg to suck it" Oh did I beg for that cock and did she deliver. I grabbed the cock it felt so real and it tasted so good! I kept sucking and licking it for a while and then she finally said now its time to be treated like a real slut. She grabbed my pigtails and began to fuck my face with her big cock and I loved every second of it, gagging on it, turning red, and trying to take the whole thing. As she was face fucking me harder and harder she said I hope your ready... in confusion of her fucking my face hard and just loving the moment she started shooting a load into my mouth from her cock, and it tasted so good it was nice and sweet when all of a sudden she shoved my off her cock and started stroking it and spraying her load all over my face. I was loving every second of it the cum finally stopped and she commanded me to lick her cock clean. As soon as I finished cleaning her cock off, I was told a good girl and that I looked like a real cum slut! I was shocked by this, my girlfriend was not a tranny and I had no idea she new my secret. As I was about to ask her how she new and why she was not upset she put her finger to my lips and said shhhh unless your going to beg for cock you cannot speak. She then turned around and grabbed something from her purse. To my disbelief it was a leash and a gag that keeps your mouth open for cock. She tied me up and put the gag in my mouth and she then paraded me out to our bedroom. On the bed was a sex wedge, hand cuffs, and the biggest dildo I had ever seen. As I was getting lost on the stuff on the bed she pulled my leash and jerked me over to where she was. She commanded me to get on the bed and bend over the wedge, she said if I was a good girl and obeyed everything she said I would get a nice treat. I bent over the wedge with my ass exposed and defenseless. She then put a blind fold on my face and another cock in front of me. She told me to suck this cock while she got ready. The cock was not to big only about 3" with 2" girth. I was going to town on this cock and all I could hear was ruffling in the background. I stopped sucking the cock for a second to catch my breath when all of a sudden she says bad girl and I get a spanking from what feels like a leather crop. She spanks me three times and I begin sucking again and it stops. She says that's my first warning and I only have two left. As I keep sucking, she removes the blindfold and she is wearing leather head to toe, a corset, with a leather garter belt and wet looking stocking and thigh high boots, and to my amazement she is stroking this huge cock that I have never seen before in my life in between her legs. She says I hope your ready for this bad boy. She called it the "Bitch Breaker" and that I was about to become the biggest slut on the block with the loosest pussy. Her cock was easily 12" long and 5" girth. I was so scared but so excited at the same time. She slowly began to lube it and stroke it in front of my face as I kept sucking the other cock. She then started hitting me with it saying that I was cock-loving whore. She then disappeared behind me. When all of sudden my pussy was spread like never before. I screamed in pain and pleasure but you could barley hear it with the cock in my mouth. She slowly kept entering more and more into my ass. First one inch then two, three, four, five, and six. A cock had never felt this so good before. When all of sudden I felt her grab my hips and start to really fuck me in and out slowly adding another inch after another until I could feel the whole cock inside my pussy. I felt like such a slut and she began to fuck my ass faster and faster. I have never road a cock as fast as she was fucking me. I felt like a real girl being man handled. She fucked my ass like that for a good twenty minutes spanking me calling me slut, skank, whore, when all of a sudden she said she was going to cum! All of a sudden I could feel this cock squirting its huge load into my pussy, I was broken, humiliated, and had a 12" cock in my ass filled with cum. I loved it! She finally pulled out her cock and you could see I had cum in my panties and the cum coming out of my pussy. I loved the feeling of it slowly dripping out. As I stood up and looked at her she grabbed me and kissed me and told me that I hope I am ready for the changes coming my way and that she loved me. To Be Continued.... P.S. What I later found out is that one day when I thought she had left she had to come back and grab something for work. She said she saw me getting ready in the bathroom and loved how I looked and the cock up my ass just turned her on even more. She actually peaked and masturbated to me without me ever knowing. She purposely tricked me and new I was ordering new stuff for her week. All I can say is the story only gets better. Any Feedback is appreciated! Caught Ch. 01 I suppose that to start with I should tell you a little about myself. My name is Cynthia, but they just call me Cyn, usually with a smirk if I'm being introduced. I'm eighteen and attending university where I'm studying physics. I intend to be a nuclear physicist, and I'll get there. I have a couple of extra-curricular activities (essential for those extra marks). Being what would be described as a cheerful bouncing blonde I naturally tried out as a cheerleader and was accepted. It's fun and it also keeps you fit. My other activity is being a Teaching Assistant for the professors in the Physics department. Not that I actually teach. I'm more of a glorified gopher, doing whatever is required. That's the job that got me into a slightly sticky situation. Professor Edmunds wanted me to run off a hundred copies of student notes, about twenty pages of them. You can work it out for yourself. Two thousand pages to be copied, collated and stapled. No worries, you're thinking. Put them into one of these big photocopiers and they'll all come out sorted and all I need to do is staple them. Here me laughing? The university doesn't have a machine like that. Or if we do, I don't have access to it. I would have to use one of the normal copiers. (Why not print a hundred copies straight from the computer? I don't know. I asked but was just told to go copy them. The professor wanted them ready first thing in the morning.) Now the trouble with most of the photocopiers around the place is that they get rather high usage and as a mere Teaching Assistant I'd get pushed off by everyone who had a job more urgent than mine. (All of them, probably.) BUT, I did have access to a little used machine. There was one in Coach's storeroom. I could take the notes to cheer-leader practice and do the copying as soon as it was finished. So I went to cheer-leader practice, stuffed the notes in my locker, and went and did my part. I came back after the practice, exhausted. Those practices could be rough. All I really wanted to do was get out of my costume, have a shower, get dressed, and go home. Naturally, I opened my locker and the notes leapt out at me. I glared at them and they cringed back, but didn't go away. Then I thought, what the hell? There was a queue for the showers. I could nip into the Coach's storeroom, do the copying, and when I came back there'd be no queue and I could have the shower to myself. With the copying started I just leaned against the wall and waited. Every so often I'd have to add more paper but that was all. An easy job. (Spell that boring.) I was about a half of the way through the copying when Henry, known as Hank, (or Hunk amongst the cheer-leaders) came into the store room. Hank was the current quarterback, which is considered a prestigious position on the team. (Hey, I know cheer-leading - not football.) He spotted me as soon as he walked in and strolled over. "My, my. Little Cyn," he said with a smirk. "Is this the Cyn bin?" "Very clever," I drawled. "The first time I've heard that one. Today." He just grinned at me. "So what are you doing here?" he asked. I looked pointedly at the photo-copier, churning away. "Reproducing," I said, with a smirk of my own. He laughed. "Rather boring, the way you're doing it," he said. "You need something to take your mind off it." "You think?" "I know," he said softly, still smiling, and leaning towards me. If I didn't duck, Hank was going to be kissing me, and he already had a girlfriend. I was bored rigid. Why would I duck? I was quite right. Hank kissed me. He wasn't rough about it. Just a gentle meeting of lips, which I found myself answering. Hey, he was a friend. What's wrong with a kiss between friends? Or two or three? He kept on kissing me and I kept right on kissing him back. It was fun. I should have expected the wandering hands. Come to think of it, I did expect the wandering hands. I'd probably have been insulted if they hadn't wandered. His hand closed over my breast and I giggled and pushed it away. A few more kisses and a few more touches and his hand became reluctant to be pushed away, and I didn't force the issue. It was harmless and, like I said earlier, it was fun. I'm not exactly sure when he undid my bra. One moment his hand was stroking my breasts through my top, then the next his hand was coming up inside my top and inside my bra and closing over my naked breast. I started at that and pulled at his arm but he didn't move it, just cupping my breast and looking at me. I gave a sigh and put on a slightly grumpy face but let his hand remain where it was. I was feeling deliciously naughty, and his hand felt fine, stroking my breasts. I didn't even protest too much when he lifted my top, exposing my breasts. Perhaps I should have, but I just watched while he bent down and kissed them. After letting him kiss them, I couldn't really object when he kept on playing with them. I did object, though, when he let his free hand lift up the front of my dress and start rubbing me through my panties. Even with those bloomers that we have to wear as cheer-leaders I could feel his touch as if there was no material there. Do you know how he answered my protest? He conceded that I had a point and said he didn't want to take advantage of me. "This will make things even," he said, and pushed my hand against his cock. Ye gods, I was groping Hank's cock? Never in my wildest dreams. . . I should have known he'd just use that fact to take further advantage. Or was it me taking advantage? I mean, he had an erection and my hand was right there and I was curious to see what Hank had in the way of equipment, so I slipped down his zipper. Wow, wow, wow, was my immediate response. He had a nice piece of man-meat there. I could barely get my hand around it. (Mind you, I guess I do have small hands, but still...) Ha. Hank and his no advantage philosophy. Just because I'd taken hold of his cock didn't mean he had to push my panties down, both bloomers and my normal panties. He quite calmly shoved them down to my knees, lifting my skirt and tucking the hem into the waist. It suddenly dawned on me that I was going to have to call a halt PDQ or I would find myself being fucked. Now I don't have an objection to fucking per se, but Hank did have a steady girlfriend and I don't take other girls men. It was at this point that someone spoke. "What the fuck do you think you're playing at, Henry?" Wow. Hank went from erect to hide me in zero seconds. He was zipping up even before he turned to see Coach standing behind him. Coach didn't give him a chance to speak. I guess what Hank was playing at was pretty obvious. "Go and do ten laps," snapped Coach and just like that Hank was gone, slamming the door behind him. Me, I was standing there petrified. I mean, panties down, skirt hoicked up to my waist and my top resting above my boobs, acting as a frame for them. Do you blame me for freezing? "Cyn, isn't it?" drawled Coach. "Fitting." "You know," he continued with a sigh. "I just can't bear to see a dumb animal suffering. Let me help you?" Dumb? Suffering? What was he on about? I found out, didn't I? He was strolling over to me, undoing his trousers as he came. "You seem so worked up it would be a crying shame not to indulge you," he told me, and he was already pulling his own erection out. What? Coach was going to fuck me? He had to be kidding. He was a fat old man. Nothing like an athlete like Hank. I was staring at him in shock and a little voice started whispering to me. "Actually, he's only about forty," it whispered, "and that's not fat, it's muscle. Look at the size of him. Look at the size of him down there." I took that last hint and glanced down. Coach was a lot beefier than Hank. All over it seemed. Still, for all that (and there was a lot of it), no way. "Ah, listen, Coach," I said and he promptly interrupted me. "Not now, Cyn," he said firmly. "First things first." With that he just reached down, tucked a hand behind one of my knees and lifted. God, he was strong. I suppose I might have resisted, but I wasn't prepared for it. He just lifted my knee high, swinging it away from my body. Just like that my mound was fully exposed and available to him and his cock was already pressing against me. I just looked down and there was his cock, hugely erect and already busy getting it on. I'm going, "Ah, ah, aaaah," and his cock was sliding smoothly in. Until that cock hit me I hadn't really noticed how roused Hank had got me. Coach dragged my leg back, pushing it around him and I just sort of latched it around his waist. Then it was on for young and old. (Me being the young in this case and Coach the old.) He started pounding into me, just banging away as if he did this sort of thing every day. The way he jumped me, I guess he just might. He stood there, his hips jerking back and forth, really driving himself into me. He had one hand on my bottom, helping to pull me into him (as if my own pushing to meet him wasn't enough) while his other hand was playing with my breasts. I was trying to tell him that he shouldn't be doing this but that infernal, "ah, ah, ah," seemed the only thing I could say, being chanted so that it was beating time to each stroke he gave me. I just gave up. Well, not gave up as such. It was more of a case of recognizing the inevitable and going along with it. And the inevitable was simply the fact that Coach had dicked me and I wasn't going anywhere until he'd finished. So, effectively, I said the hell with it and concentrated on making sure I was well and truly serviced. I pushed urgently against Coach, catching the rhythm he'd established and matching it, my leg curled tightly around him, holding him to me. Even that wasn't enough. I found myself lifting my other leg and wrapping it around Coach while my arms were tight around his neck, clinging like a limpet as he banged me. Afterwards I wondered if there had been anyone next door. If so, they must surely have wondered what was going on. Or perhaps not. Maybe they just discretely ignored the sound and the thumping wall. Whatever, no-one came to investigate. I have no idea how long Coach went on. It seemed to be for ages, but I wasn't complaining. Eventually I could feel him building up speed and knew the end was near. Hopefully for me as well as for him. Then I knew I was going to climax. I could feel it in my bones. I was going to come and when I did I would scream. An easy solution. I bit Coach. Hard. You can't scream while you're biting someone. I was shuddering and biting, and I could feel Coach's cock throbbing inside me and hear his little words of love. "Stop biting, you little bitch. What are you, a vampire?" Afterwards I was terribly apologetic. There wasn't much blood, I told him, and if he kept his collar up no-one would notice. He gave me a nasty look and indicated the photo-copier. "I believe you're supposed to be doing some work," he growled. "Why don't you concentrate and stop distracting my players." With that he went off in a hurry while I straightened out my clothes and loaded more paper into the copier. I don't know what Coach was so snarky about. After all, he'd had sex and he'd climaxed. What more could he want. Possibly a bandage, but I'm sure the bite's not that bad. Caught Ch. 01 Hiya my name is Kara Harris, my parents were really expecting another girl and had put the name on the birth certificate before I was born; I'm nineteen years old and stand at 5 foot 5 inches tall. I have never really looked like a boy with my curly back-length brown hair and my large almond-shaped brown eyes with my button nose and plump red lips. I had inherited my mother's, Maria, slender body type with a slim waist, wide hips and a big round ass. Strangely enough I had never had body hair on my legs, arms, or private areas. My looks had gotten me wide-eyed looks from guys, and hateful glares from girls, during my high school years. When I had turned eight, my dad had left my mom to get married to some super-model; he left both my mom and my sister, Megan, alone to pick up the pieces of our life. My mom went to work at a clothing store where she quickly got on the board as an adviser, and Megan had to get a job at a Block Buster store. Me? I went and joined a class to learn how to do cooking, cleaning and other household things; because both of my mom and sister were gone all day. My mom got remarried about a year ago to a guy name Charlie Benson. He stood at 6 foot 4 inches tall with short-cropped blond hair and blue colored eyes that sent shivers down my spine when he looked at me. He works as a fitness trainer, and has a body-builder type with large muscles and apparently to what I could see, and hear, from when he and Maria have sex has a very large penis and nuts the size of tennis balls. I took courses for my elementary, middle school years and part of my high school years; when Megan went to college; my mom only had to work shorter job-shifts and I could go to high school for my senior year in high school. I had always been attracted to both guys and girls; one day on the computer I had stumbled into a chat-room and had started talking to these men and women who, when I sent them pictures of myself, told me that I should start my own chat-room with a web-cam and put on sexual acts for them. So with their help I set it up, and before long I fell into a routine. When my mom and Charlie were home I would do my normal stuff, but when it was just me; I would turn into a complete slut for the camera. I had bought myself all kinds of toys of all shapes and sizes. I had even bought myself some different kinds of outfits that I wore for my fans. Anyway to my story. It was a normal day with me finishing up my housework before my mom and step-dad went to work. I smiled happily as I walked to my bedroom and got dressed in a blue jacket over a white shirt with a black tie, a blue skirt that ended about mid-thigh and when I bent over it showed my white laced thong, knee-high stockings and black sneakers. I put on some lip-gloss, a bit of blush on my cheeks and dark purple eyeshadow to give my self a more innocent look while seeming slutty. I twirled in the mirror and bounced to my computer, and turned on my web-cam. "Hi everybody!" I chirped happily. I smiled as people filled up the chat-room and I saw my more familiar people. Watching the requests of them I smiled and begun to slowly belly dance, which was a class I took for my Middle East culture studies and bent over to remove something from a drawer. I revealed it to be a 12 inch long dildo that I slowly began to lick and suck on the head. "What the hell?" a voice shouted from my bedroom door, and I spun around to see my step-father. But now he was staring at me, maybe because of my attire or the fact I had a big dildo in my hand, with a strange look in his eyes. "Charlie!" I gasped in shock, and before I could do anything he crossed our distance and grabbed me; Charlie then yanked me and threw me into my wooden chair before he tied my hands behind the chair with my necktie. "What are you doing?" He smirked at me with a leer as he turned the chair, so that the side faced my web-cam and mirror. "You are going to pleasure myself and anybody I tell you too." he smirked lustfully at me before turning to my web-cam, and connected it and my computer to my big screen tv. "What?" I screamed in outrage, and began to struggle as he walked over to me while removing his clothes. I paled as I saw his dick, which was hard as steel, and it seemed to be about 15 inches long and 4 inches thick. "You are now my slut, Kara." he answered. Charlie rubbed his plum-sized cock head against my plump lips, and when I refused to open his pinched my nose. "You will have to breathe at sometime, boy. When you do I will get in your mouth." I could feel my breathe shortening, and quickly tried to take a breathe. However when I opened my mouth his cock head jammed into my mouth, and he slowly started to thrust into my mouth before picked up speed. My brown eyes caught the messages that appeared, and saw that they all thought this was a play for them. I looked up to meet Charlie's blue eyes which stared at me sexily, and decided to give into him. I slowly began to suck and bob my head on his pole, as he sudden;y gripped my head and jammed it down my throat. My eyes widened as his cock swelled and suddenly started to spurt robes of cum in my orifice, and he pulled out a jacked the remaining cum onto my face and body. I stared at my reflection to see myself covered in thick cum, and as I swallowed the cum it had such a nice taste to it. I turned to Charlie who just smirked at me. "Who do you belong to?" "You." His smirk turned into a wide grin. "Good."