2 comments/ 55331 views/ 3 favorites My Girl By: destinie21 This story is copyright 2003 of destinie21 *Please do not reproduce this story for any other purpose except personal pleasure* Don't view this story if you are under the age of 18 or if otherwise prohibited by local law. Everyone else Enjoy... There was a woman in my bed when the phone rang, a tiny fair skinned blonde with small petite features and a shape that didn't resemble an hourglass in the least. Which is to say she was nothing like Karen. And that's just the way I wanted it. I was so tired of trying to turn vague likenesses into desire. Karen was quite literally the woman of my dreams. My own personal Cytherea, Her face haunted my conscience as well as my sub conscience. I could still see her long ebony curls cascading halfway down her back, and framing what I still thought of as the most beautiful face I'd ever seen. Her hazel eyes were large and wide set, ready to take in the whole world with one glance. With full soft lips and a nose that was slightly large but only served to make her more beautiful. Giving her face character instead of the perfection that would have made her beauty traditional instead of extraordinary. Her skin was a golden brown, like her Cherokee and Greek ancestors before her. She was tall with long shapely legs full hips and a chest that was neither to big nor to small. Her most beautiful feature however was her perfect smile. Just the sight of her had sent my stabs of sexual excitement through my stomach They say time heals all wounds and to forgive and forget. Yes everything had changed for the best, and I had forgiven her or at least that's what I told myself everyday, but I would Never forget. I could smell the scent of the girl on my hand as I crossed the room moving toward the phone. I thought it might be my best friend Brett, but it could easily be any of the countless woman I'd given my number to on perfume scented notes, scraps of paper business cards or once or twice in a pinch on a hand breast or arm. Picking up the receiver I said "hello" but I kept my eyes on the girl as if greeting her. She had been watching me since moments before I'd even opened my eyes. When I was already replaying the night before, the girl had been good, eager and happy to please. But on the morning after what was to be a one night stand I knew I'd never touch her again, Christ I didn't even remember her name Kelly or Calla or Kylie. "Hello " said the voice on the other end of the line sounding distinctly familiar yet somehow foreign. "It's Karen " The last five years melted away like Ice cream on an august day and I was 18 again talking to my girlfriend on the phone while sneaking a cigarette through my bedroom window. 5 years ago June 1998 We had just graduated high school, and I couldn't have been happier. Karen and I had been dating since early September and it had been the best 10 months of my life I was young sexy and in love. At the moment my very hot and insatiable girlfriend was kneeling between my thighs as I sat on my bed, giving me the best head I'd ever had. Her tongue was whipping in tight circles around my swollen clit while three fingers slammed into my well-sexed pussy. I pulled her head more tightly against me. Gripping her long jet-black hair and grinding my pussy against her face as I came for the third time. I was using my free hand to smother my moans and screams with a pillow. My mom wasn't home but we lived in an apartment complex with walls as thin as paper and neighbors who were more intrusive than a Barium enema. "Karen I can't take it anymore babe" I said. My clit was so sensitive from all of her attention that it was almost painful for her to continue. She quickly rose from her knees licking my juices from her hands and straddling me on the bed, playfully kissing and biting my lips. I slid my hands over her naked body caressing her beautiful breasts, then pinching and tugging her sensitive nipples. Arching her back she pressed her breasts into my hands. Breaking our kiss I moved my lips to her breasts while my left hand dipped lower to stroke her thighs then to cup her dripping pussy. I inserted my middle and ring finger into her cunt while manipulating her clit with my thumb. She rocked her hips against my hand as I slowly stroked in and out. I felt her fingernails biting into my back as I fucked her harder and faster, pushing her over the edge and into an orgasm. Enjoying the way her I could feel her muscles contracting around my come soaked fingers and the touch her hot breath against my ear, as she moaned so low and soft it sounded like she was purring. I pulled my hand from her sex with a wet popping sound and put my fingers up to her willing mouth. She licked my hand clean then we shared a wet kiss. Wanting to taste more of her delicious juices I asked her to lie down on the bed as I put a pillow beneath her ass and leaned forward to rest her legs on my shoulders. I ran my tongue up and down her wet slit savoring her sweet, musky, taste. And pushing my tongue deep into her hot wet hole. Fucking her with it as though it was a small cock as she moaned and withered beneath me. Within moments I could feel her muscles tensing as she orgasmed again. I had to grip her ass cheeks firmly in my hands as I sucked her clit into my mouth in order to avoid being thrown off the bed by her bucking hips. Afterward we lay sprawled together in post coital bliss holding one another and promising to stay together forever. To bad forever only lasted until about a week later. Karen had broken my heart into a thousand pieces like an antique china plate dashed against a brick wall. She'd left without so much as a word. I'd had to find out from Brett that she had left town with Marco. Some rocker who had his own band. Except for a single postcard I hadn't heard from her in five years. So why was she calling me now? Please send any comments or send feedback that you may have and take a few moments to vote. My Girl You are my sister and I’ve been fucking you for a few months now. On this summer afternoon, you have three friends over to swim in our pool and sleep over. Our parents are away until after midnight. I have bought you a bikini and I told you to wear it so, naturally, you agree. It is white with tiny triangles to cover your pert breasts and a matching gstring and you are a little shocked by how much of you is uncovered but you wear it anyway. I hear you talking to Ann, Bec and Carrie and they are amazed that you are game to wear such a revealing suit. The girls invite me to join you and I agree and go for my shorts. With the pool below my window, I am amused when you jump in and you all find that the white material is totally see thru when wet and even a freckle on your breast is visible. I join you in the pool and the girls start questioning me on why I bought you that suit and did I know it was see thru wet. You are staying below the water level and I pretend to have no knowledge as I ask “Is it?’ You try to get away from me but I pull you up out of the water, holding your wrists behind your back and the girls stare at your firm breasts and you blush as I point out to them how hard your nipples are. As I roll your nipple between my thumb and finger, the lust on their faces is evident. You moan softly, so I pull your top up off your breasts putting them totally on display as I continue to play with you. I invite the girls over to feel how nice your breasts are and they tentatively start fondling you. You look at the fence but nobody can be seen as they play with you and you moan deeply. I let you go and you stand they as they fondle you while I move behind Ann and undo her top. She smiles at me as I slip it over her head and she leans forward to suck your hardened nipple into her mouth as my hands cup her breasts and my rigid prick presses into her thinly covered ass. Bec and Carrie are watching, eyes wide, and they start to include Ann in their playings. Now I move to Bec and remove her top too and she presses her body hard against mine as we kiss deeply. I then take Carrie’s off as she is the shyest and I stand her beside Bec with their near breasts touching along their length so that the two nipples are beside each other. I start sucking on both nipples at once as they hold my head to them. As I suck, you drag my shorts off me and call Ann over and get her to hold my cock. As I lightly bite the two hard young nipples, you encourage Ann to take my swollen cockhead into her mouth and her head is bobbing up and down with enthusiasm. Before I can cum, I ease her away and I sit on the step out of the pool and lie you along my body facing the sky. I slide you up above my hard cock which stands up between your legs. Your legs are astride mine with your pussy gaping open to the girls’ view. I tell you to finger your hot cunt as I maul your pert breasts and you turn your head and kiss me passionately as you fuck your self. You reach down and press my upstanding cock along your slit as you finger and the girls are watching intently, beside your pussy. As you finger harder, you explode in a moaning orgasm and rub my head over your clit. As you relax, the girls ease away thinking the fun is over. However, I reach out and pull Ann on top of my body. She automatically assumes the same position as you did and she stares hungrily at my cock, just touching her. Soon she is fingering hard as I play with her until she also orgasms, clutching my cock to her slit. As she slips off me, I smile knowingly at Bec and she lies on me. As I squeeze her long hard nipples, she rubs her clit with my cock as she fingers. Her hand is a blur in her cunt as we both excite her and she screams loudly as she cums and we all look around nervously. Now shy Carrie approaches me but she surprises us all as she straddles me and quickly guides my long rigid prick into her sweet hole. She justs sits there, savouring the full feeling before she leans over and kisses me. Her full breasts fill my hands as she rides me and our tongues are wrestling. Finally, I shoot my sperm deep inside her which sets her off until she slumps on my chest, spent. Then we go and have our dinner. My Girl "Jamie! Pages seven through nine came without numbers!" Melissa cried. Her blazer shifted as she gestured, and I was sort of trying to figure out if she had anything on underneath it. "On all three copies?" I asked. "Yes!" "Oh hell," I said, rubbing my face. As head of the admin team, it was my job to come up with a solution. Janice, my boss, stood in the doorway of my office watching Melissa fret and me ponder. Janice was wearing one of her dresses, this one purple, with purple stockings and matching shoes. She was real petite and had short blonde hair. She was very pretty but I'd never really considered her in a sexual way before, but that was going to change. "There's no way we can get new copy from the printer! These have to go out today!" Melissa was in full panic mode. I was trying to think, and two attractive women in my office, one my boss, were not helping. Then it came to me. "Do this," I said. "Open a word doc and print out numbers 7, 8, and 9 down the left column. Each number three times. Then use a hole punch to get them out and use a glu-stik to put them where they need to be. Okay?" "Okay." Melissa bustled off. Janice said, "You run a tight ship here." "Thanks." "Ready for lunch?" "You bet. Melissa! You got it?" "I got it." "I have my cell if you need me." Janice and I walked out to her car. "What do you feel like?" "How about Mexican." She nodded and we got into my car, a politically incorrect'69 Dodge Charger, forest green with a black vinyl top. I drove to the restaurant and we sat down and ordered. I started to give her a status report. "So, the VA is pretty calm. Order processing is going smoothly." "I know. Jamie, this isn't really a work lunch." "No?" I asked, an eyebrow going up. "What's up?" "I want to talk to you about something personal. It doesn't have anything to do with work or your job. I want you just to listen, okay?" "Uh, okay." I was suddenly nervous, and so was she. She glanced around at other tables, her green eyes never staying on one spot for long. Her being nervous actually made me more comfortable for some reason. "I've been watching you for over a year. I think you're the right guy for this. In control, confident. I think I'm right. I hope I am." She took a breath and looked right at me. Her look was so sudden and direct it surprised me. She said, "I want you to control me." "What?" "I'd still be your boss, and it could never interfere with work," she said, giving her head a slight shake for emphasis. "But outside of work, I'd basically be yours. Completely." Her fingers twirled her napkin around, and she was blushing hotly. I looked at her and she at me. She held my eyes but her cheeks were turning redder by the second. She said, "You know what I'm talking about." I thought maybe I did. "So I could...I could.... She nodded. "Call me any time for anything. Come over at any hour of the day. Ask me to do anything." She said again, "It just can't interfere with work, and no one at work can find out. It could mean both of our jobs." If she was serious she was right, and she was taking a hell of a risk. "Why? Why are you doing this?" "Because," she said in a low voice. "I need it. I crave it. I crave being controlled and dominated. I feel lost, like I'm just drifting without someone who can do that for me." "And you think I'm the guy because...what because I'm confident?" "Yeah. No." She said, "It's more than that. But yes, I think it's you." She was calmer now that it was on the table. I looked at her. I didn't know what to say. It had to be a joke. She must have seen me not quite believing it. "Test me," she said. "Here? Now?" "Yes," she said. "Tell me to do something." I thought about it, but I was pretty flustered, I have to admit. And the deli was close to work, plenty of other employees ate there. A mix of daring and discretion was called for, and quickly. All I could come up with was "Go to the bathroom, and when you come out, hand me your bra and panties." She didn't even hesitate. She marched off and shortly returned carrying a small white bundle. Her small tits were firm, but noticeably more lively as she returned to the table. She sat down and handed the little white bundle to me under the table. It was still warm, and, as I ran my fingers over it, damp. "There are the ones you had on?" "Yes," she said, looking at me, her cheeks flushed. I shook my head. "I'm still not sure I believe it." She looked at me for a moment, and then knocked her purse onto the floor near my foot. "Will you grab that for me?" I nodded, understanding. As I leaned down for the purse, she opened her legs and hiked her skirt slightly, giving me a good look. Pantyless. And hairless too. And wet. I thought, my god, she's serious. I sat up. "Well?" she said. "I'm coming over tonight." "Say yes first." "Yes." She smiled. "I'll be there waiting for you." It was hard to get back to work, but we had the bids to finish and reports to go through, order problems to iron out and people to placate. I fell into the usual routine, and then in the afternoon Janice called me from her car. "Will the bids go out today?" "They sure will. They're all packaged and waiting. Are you still serious?" "Yes Sir. Should I call you Sir?" "That's fine I guess." "Okay good. Will you get me a list of all of our reference sites in the Seattle area for tomorrow morning, Sir?" "I can do that," I said, writing it down. "Will you rub your pussy while we talk?" "Let me pull over first." The sounds of the car winding down and stopping and then a clunk of the shifter. Traffic going past. Rustling sounds. Then, "Anything else?" Unreal. "Nope. Anything else for you?" "That's all. Don't forget about the conference call on Tuesday. I need you there." Her voice becoming slightly breathless. "I have it on my calendar. See you tonight." "See you tonight, Sir. Shall I wear anything particular?" Her voice was husky, a bit lower than usual. "What do you normally wear to bed?" "A T and panties." "Stay in your work clothes. I'll be there about 6." "Yes Sir." "You can stop rubbing now." "Do I have to?" she purred. "Yes. No cumming until I say it's okay." I could hear her smile as she said, "I knew you were the right one." At 6pm I pulled up to her house and knocked. In retrospect, for the sake of discretion, I should have gotten a hotel, but it was too late now. She opened the door still wearing her purple dress, sleeveless and form fitting. Her boobs were small and I couldn't tell if she was braless. "Come in, Sir," she said. I followed her into the living room. "Can I offer you a drink or anything, Sir?" "I'm fine," I said. I sat down on the couch and she sat next to me, looking at me. She smelled great, looked great. She said, "May I really prove I'm serious Sir? May I prove how much I want this?" She glanced down at my crotch. My dick was already on its way to attention. How could it not be?" I said, "Yes. Take off your dress for me." "Yes Sir." She turned on her seat so her back was to me. "Unzip me, Sir?" I did. The zipper went all the way down her back until the crack of her ass was visible in the bottom of the open V. Her back was pale and the row of her backbone straightened as she stood. She stood up and faced me and I her. "This is the no-bullshit moment," I said, and we both knew it was true. Would she really drop her dress or would she bolt? And if she did drop it, would I laugh and walk out? We looked at one another for a moment, her clutching the dress to her chest and me watching. And then she let it slip down slowly. Her tits were small, but beautiful and round, her pale pink nipples hard. Her belly was flat. She dropped the dress in a puddle around her feet. Her pussy, as before, was blooming with arousal. I didn't laugh. She didn't bolt. I said, "What should I call you?" My voice was hoarse. "Not my name. I hate my name. Call me girl." She said, "Call me whatever you want." "I said. "You have a lovely body, girl." "Thank you Sir." I stood up and kissed her, our tongues moving together, my hands in her hair as her arms went around me. She was warm and she pressed her pussy against my leg. I started to undo my belt. "Let me," she said. "Let me, please, Sir." I did and she had my pants down quicker than I could have. My cock was rock hard against her belly. Her soft skin brushed against me. She whispered, "Let me please you. How can I please you?" "Kneel," I said. She did, looking up at me. My hard dick was inches from her face. She was staring at it. I said, "Put your mouth on it, girl. Suck it." "May I use my hands too?" "Yes." And she did, expertly cradling and massaging my balls while she went to work on the shaft with her mouth. It was a surreal moment, looking down at my boss giving me incredible, even loving, head. All of her attention was focused on my cock in her mouth. Her eyes were closed and her head rose and fell rhythmically, the only sounds her breathing and the occasional slurping sound. Her tongue circled the tip and flicked the underside of the head. Her hand gently massaged my balls. I rolled my head back and moaned, and she responded with a whimper. It wasn't long before I'd had almost as much as I could stand. "Stop," I said, panting. She took her mouth away and looked up at me. Her hair was hanging in front of her eyes, giving me this incredibly sexy look. "Am I not pleasing you, Sir?" she asked. "You're pleasing me," I said. "I just want something else from you," I said. "Lay down." She slid her legs out from under her and lay down on her back. I got down between her legs and pushed them up to her chest, giving me a full view of her pussy, shaved smooth and with the inner labia so swollen and wet they were just about reaching out for my cock. I held her legs up and apart and teased the swollen lips with my tongue, flicking them side to side and up and down and running the tip of my tongue up and down in between, avoiding her clit for the moment although it was swollen and pink and right in front of me. She started to squirm, grinding her hips a little against my mouth. I pressed my mouth down harder, driving my tongue as deep as I could, circling inside her. She gasped and a shiver went through her. I kept going, alternating between teasing and shoving my tongue in deep, still ignoring her clit, enjoying the taste and the feel of her writhing against me. I licked and teased for quite a while until as her movements became more insistent and stronger, and finally almost desperate. Her eyes were closed and her hands were clenched into fists so tight her knuckles were white. She gasped, "Sir, may I cum?" I stopped and knelt up. "No," I said. "Turn over and get on all fours." She scrambled onto her hands and knees, panting, her head down. Her thighs and pussy were shining with her sweat and juices and my spit. My hands had left red marks on her thighs where I'd held her. I watched her deep breathing and the hungry, wanting movements of her hips and clenching pussy. I took a moment to enjoy the sight. She looked at me over her shoulder. Her hair was dark and heavy with sweat. "I'm yours," she said softly between breaths. "I'm yours." I knelt behind her, my knees outside of hers, and grabbed her hips. She was small and her pussy was at the perfect height that way. I pushed into her slowly, enjoying every inch. When her ass was pressed tight against me she let out a long gasp. "Now you are," I said. I started fucking her slowly, and at each thrust, she pushed back against me and gave a thrust with her hips. We fell into a slow, excruciating rhythm, rocking against one another. Her hands clenched into fists again and she trembled. "Please can I cum?" she hissed between clenched teeth. "Not yet." "Please, Sir. Please." She shivered, her body taut and humming like a power line. "Soon," I said. I upped the tempo slightly and our rhythm fell apart as she lost her concentration. She gasped and trembled, holding it back as I pushed deep inside her harder and faster. I grabbed her hair and slammed in deep and said, "Now!" She let out a wail and her body shook and spasmed. Her pussy contracted hard on my cock. That sent me over the edge and I exploded inside her with a cry of my own, filling her with what must have been a huge load. She let out a series of groans and at each one she squeezed me again. The came slower and more gently and then stopped altogether. We stayed like that, tight together, my hands on her hips, she on her elbows and knees, both of us sheened with sweat, panting. When we'd recovered somewhat, she looked back at me. "Did I please you, Sir?" I grinned and pulled away and my semi-hard cock flopped out of her. I kissed her hard and then said, "I think I'm going to like this." My Girl Drew stared at his girlfriend from across the room. He gulped down his third beer and watched as his girlfriend flirted with his boss. She was wearing that tight black dress that was just a little too short and her red hair was in ringlets around her small round face. He watched as she slid her long, perfectly manicured, nails along Jon's arm and watched carefully as she slid her high-heeled toe up against her opposite leg. Drew gulped down the rest of the bottle and decided to see what she was going to do next. Drew and Mandy had been dating for almost four months and he hated how flirty she was around other guys, especially older guys. They were the same age, 22, and had almost everything in common. He knew he could thrill and woo her and make her his own, but his age was one thing he could not change. He always wondered what she liked about older men and it wasn't to the point of giving Drew a complex or anything, but it intrigued him, considering how amazing their sex life was. Drew leaned against the far wall trying not to wrinkle his expensive Armani suit. He had chosen the dark gray suit with the light gray tie. He always dressed professionally and a retirement party for one of the top executives was a time to show off. Running a hand through his short blonde hair, he watched as Mandy leaned up to brush an imaginary piece of lint from Jon's shoulder. Jon was probably about six feet tall and even with those "fuck me" heels, Mandy was barely five feet two inches. Drew loved how short she was for two reasons. The first reason was the sex. Having a tiny red head bouncing on your cock as she thumbs her nipples and cries out your name was his idea of perfect sex. The second reason was that whenever she got upset, he just had to cradle her in his arms and always made her feel safe. Drew walked over to Mandy and handed her another glass of wine. "Thanks sweetie." Mandy turned and grinned at Drew. Normally Drew loved when she flirted with others, but tonight his face showed how angry and upset he was. "Oh come on, baby. You know you get me tonight." Mandy purred into his ear and tried to rub up against Drew. "I'm going to get another drink." Drew walked off in the direction of the open bar and Mandy pouted for a split second before eyeing Jon sitting at a table by himself. She walked over and, noticing that most of the people in the room were very drunk, decided she was going to enjoy the rest of the evening. She slid into Jon's lap and sipped her red wine slowly. "Fuck! She drives me crazy sometimes." Drew was chatting with his only work friend, Marcus. Marcus was almost 40 years old and had been the target of Mandy's flirting the first few times they had all gotten together. Marcus was gay and Mandy had decided that the fun and excitement of flirting with a guy wasn't fun when she knew full well he wasn't attracted to her. "Tell her to stop then man. I mean she obviously enjoys it and you seem to hate it." "No. I'm fine with it. She just knows how to push all my buttons. I'm going for another drink." Drew took off to the bar to get his fifth beer of the night and watched as his red headed girlfriend sat on Jon's lap, purring in his ear. Jon was so drunk he just sat their stunned, not really realizing he was being used. "Hey Drew! I'm heading home. Want a lift?" "Yeah. Let me just get Mandy." Drew marched over to where Mandy was giggling at some thing Jon had said. "We're going baby." Mandy stood up and giggled, knowing she had left Jon with a massive hard on. The car ride home was quiet. The couple stumbled out of Marcus's BMW and up the front steps. As Marcus made his way to his penthouse suite he thought about how complicated their relationship was and was wondering when the breaking point would happen. "Upstairs, now." Drew hissed the words as he slammed the door and pushed Mandy up against the wall in the foyer. Mandy tried to squirm away, but she was so tiny it was useless. "Not tonight baby. I'm way too drunk." "You got to be fucking kidding me." Drew grabbed Mandy's hands and pinned them above her head as he unzipped his pants with the other. Mandy stared up into Drew's eyes and realized she had really gone too far. "Please Drew." Drew laughed as he whipped out his cock and began to stroke it. His large hand squeezed the tip of his member and he thumbed the tip as he rubbed his shaft. "You're such a fucking flirt. You should have been wiggling around on my lap tonight, not my older boss." Drew let go of his cock and reached under her dress to rip off her panties. His eyes went wide when he felt nothing, but her smooth skin and bare pussy. "Where, the fuck, are your panties?" Mandy bit her lip. "I didn't wear any tonight." I thought you'd like that. Drew sank three fingers into her pussy and pushed up hard. "You were humping Jon with no panties. Your fucking juices probably stained his pants." Mandy was squirming. She wasn't that aroused and her pussy wasn't soaking wet. She winced as Drew dug into her deeper, practically lifting her off the ground. His thumb rubbed her clit roughly, pulling at her clit ring. She had only gotten it a few weeks ago and it was still sensitive. He knew it hurt and he didn't stop. He let go of her hands and picked her up by her thighs and lowered her down on his cock. She was tight and only a little wet. He felt so huge inside her and began to bounce her on his cock as he walked towards the kitchen. Mandy squirmed and moaned, trying to get off his cock. "It fucking hurts. This isn't funny." Drew laughed as he walked into the kitchen. He threw her on the marble counter and flipper her over. He pinned her hands behind her back and began to pound her. "You ever flirt with any guy again and this will be what happens to you. Got it?" Drew slammed into her tiny body and held her against the counter. He could feel the tip of his cock against the entrance of her womb and knew it was hurting her. He withdrew and slammed into her again. She was getting a little wetter, but he didn't care. He was horny, drunk, and so angry with her. "Don't you dare cum until I do." His tone of voice was so scary that Mandy lay on the counter and bit her lip to hold back tears. The cold marble was making her nipples hard and her thighs were probably bruised from being pushed against the edge of the counter. "Cumming!" Drew cried out as he came so deep inside her. He let go of her hands and held her hips, rocking back and forth so that every inch of her pussy was full of his cum. Once he finished, he stepped back and slid his cock back into his pants. "I'm going to bed." Drew walked towards the staircase, leaving Mandy lying on the counter. My Girl Foreword: Both characters depicted here are 18 years or older. I didn't feel it was important to give them specific ages and my Mistress often refers to me as a girl. As this story was originally written by her directive, I tried to carry over a distinction between Domme and sub through use of language which comparatively glorifies or diminishes characters who might otherwise seem to be equals from the beginning. Call it stylistic preference, foreshadowing, or something else. It is, however, not an attempt to bring minors into my fiction. * The night was cold. She had been watching the building for half an hour. The building's occupant pulled away from behind the store a few minutes before and the structure had been still and lifeless in her absence. The lights were off and all was silent. Summoning her courage, she slipped out of the shadows and off of her clandestine spy post on top of a trash dumpster. She felt the sand, pebbles, and concrete of the driveway against her feet as she quietly crept across the gap to the store. Taking cover behind a bush, her fingers slipped into the flower pot where she knew spare keys were kept. Vaulting over the railing, she crouched next to the door and closed her eyes as she turned the key. She muttered a curse as the lock loudly snapped open. Moving inside, she gently let the door shut behind her. She picked up a basket and began stalking through the aisles, putting items she needed in it as she went: canned food, ramen, chips, soda, and bottled water. With her basket full, she prowled through the shadows to the counter. She set it down and hurriedly began dumping the food into plastic bags. Hopping over the counter, she picked up another bag and started scooping cartons of cigarettes into it. She didn't smoke, but who knows what she could trade them for? She threaded her hands through the plastic handles and started to hop over the counter before she caught a glimpse of a blue backpack illuminated in a ray of moonlight. She stooped down and grabbed it, her fingers fumbling for the zipper. Opening it, she took the plastic bags one by one and poured them in. She put on the backpack and started on her way out before she felt nature's calling. Sighing, she turned back into the store and walked into the heart of it. Frustrated she could not find facilities on the first floor, she reluctantly turned her attention to the stairs and to the apartment above the store. Her quiet footsteps faded to nothing as wooden steps changed to beige carpet. Poking her head in one room, then another, she finally found a bedroom. Filled with bed, bookshelf, lamp, windows, and some kind of padded chest, she could see a set of slatted doors -- probably a closet -- and another room with the door slightly ajar. She moved curiously towards the bed, her fingers barely passing over the surface of the crimson comforter draped over blanket and sheet. Her gaze drifted to the mirrors set up at the head of the bed, providing reflections of the room around her and different perspectives of the bed itself. Tearing her eyes away from her own reflection, she padded over to the next room and sighed with relief as she spied a toilet. Scampering over to it quickly, she lifted her dress and gratefully sat. As she stood she lowered her dress, still savoring the soft touch of double-ply toilet paper, she glanced around the rest of the bathroom. The shower made her think of the grime on her skin, the shampoo, her clumpy hair, and the deodorant, oh the deodorant. How she longed not to smell the sweat shining where dirt hadn't settled. She staggered over in a daze, her fingers shaking slightly as she pulled the cap off. "Spring Breeze. Smells nice, doesn't it?" She smiles and nods. "Yes, it does. It reminds me of-" She turned around, the plastic in her hand across clattering to the tile counter. In the doorway stood the store owner, leaning against the door frame with a slight smile across her face. Dressed in a long sleeved white shirt, black pants, and a black trench coat folded over her arm, she looked every inch the figure of authority and was both awesome and bewitching. "It reminds you of what?" she prompted, her confident smile ever present. "L-laundry detergent, ma'am. It reminds me of laundry detergent." She held out her hand, palm down, moonlight shining against white gloves. "Give it to me." Without turning her eyes away from the strong woman she groped behind her for a moment, looking for where the deodorant had scattered to. Her fingers finally bumping against it, she offered it with open hand to the other woman. Opening it, the woman inhaled intently. "I'd never thought of it before, but it does now that you mention it." While she was otherwise distracted, the girl quickly ducked and sprang towards the door. She felt a slight pressure on her hair before she came to a screeching halt, her head screaming in pain as she jerked backward. Her feet fell from underneath her and she swung backwards, knees skidding to rest in front of the woman. "I didn't tell you that you could leave. In fact I-" "I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't be in here. I just really needed-" Her world shook as a white glove flashed out of the darkness and struck her cheek soundly. "Do you have any manners? You are in my house, holding my property, and you interrupt me? Is this the way you were taught to behave?" "No ma'am," the girl responded, her gaze torn between the ground and her captor. "Then why have you acted in such a manner?" came the cool reply. "I really need to go and since you pointed out I don't belong here then I wanted not to be." "That's true, but that is not a valid reason. Give me my bag." "Ma'am?" the kneeling girl asked, questioningly. The woman sighed with disappointment. "Put your arms behind your back, bent at the elbow but straight down." The girl obeyed, watching her closely. The woman bent over, her free hand grasping the handle of the bag before jerking it over the girl's shoulder's suddenly. The girl felt her hair fall back around her shoulders as the woman began investigating the bag's contents. The woman produced items one by one and sorted them on the counter. Once she finished, she looked down and asked, "Is there any of this you don't need?" The girl looked up, tilting her head slightly as she answered, "The water, probably. I got the soda and Gatorade to drink. I was hoping to take a bath with the bottled water. I guess I could use the water to drink and the other would be the luxury, but they have more calories so they're better for you." The woman gave the girl a studying look for a few moments then handed her an energy drink. The girl took it gingerly and let it rest in her lap. A minute passed before the woman motioned for her to drink it. She popped the tab open and took a sip, trying not to lose the gaze of the proprietor. After three more sips and further encouragement she began to drink more wholeheartedly from the can, her thirst getting the better of her. The woman sensed her lowering defenses and smiled. The girl did not think much of it when she heard the sound of popping plastic but she jumped with a yelp when still cold water was poured over her head from above. "What was that for?" she asked indignantly, her hands crossing over herself to begin preserving her warmth. The woman shrugged and set aside the now empty bottle before reaching for another. Again she doused the girl with water, using bottle after bottle until she had run out. When the girl tried to move away, the woman stepped forward and pinned her against the lip of the bathtub, her black clad knee pressed against the girl's sternum. "What is wrong?" the woman asked, "Isn't this what you wanted?" "No, I was going to clean myself with it. Not drench myself." The woman quickly refilled a bottle, closed it, and tossed it at the girl. "Show me." The girl nodded shyly and poured a little water into her hand before rubbing at a dirty spot on her forearm. She looked up only to find the woman staring impassively down at her. Hesitantly, the girl put more water in her hand and started washing her face, her legs, her feet, anything she could get to without taking off her clothes. Again she looked up at the woman and received the same, even gaze. "Are you finished?" "I... I can be, if you prefer?" "Do you only wash what people can see?" she asked, almost playfully though there was an edge to it the girl couldn't detect. "Well, no. Could you leave or turn around. Something?" "Still no manners. Asking me to move from part of my house when you are the one who shouldn't be here? Tsk," she chided. "I'm sorry. Could you just let me leave? I promise I will pay for these later," she pleaded. "Not yet. Are you going to finish cleaning yourself or do you want to start cleaning up this mess?" "I want to finish, I just need some privacy. Can you just step outside for a little bit?" "No," the woman answered, slipping her hand inside of a pocket in her pants. "Either do it yourself or I will help you do it." "But I...," the girl replied nervously, shrinking back against the siding of the bathtub. The woman took a step forward and reverently hung her trench over the towel railing before withdrawing something shiny which she opened with a snap. Three steps later the woman was crouching before the girl with one hand in her hair. She pulled her head to the side and slipped something cold under the neck of her dress. The girl tensed suddenly, the metal moving across her skin as she heard the sound of thread ripping before the shoulder fabric loosened and fell free. Frozen with fear, she stayed still as her arm was lifted, the knife inserted into the sleeve of her dress and drawn down along her side to her waist. With just as much care, the knife then slid up the outside of her thigh and resumed cutting. The girl's absent face instantly came back to life when the waistband of her underwear went slack, her head turning to the woman's once again with renewed protest. Silencing it with a single finger pressed against the girl's mouth, she finished slicing through the hem of the dress and put away the blade. Gently, she peeled the dress away from the girl and slipped her underwear over her legs and discarded the severed garments in the waste bin. She smiled and ruffled the girl's hair, then stood and turned on the water. They waited in silence for many seconds. The woman only moving to adjust the water temperature or to check it. The girl didn't even make an attempt to cover herself, simply looking down at the white tile between her feet. "Get in," she said quietly. She lowered her hand, took the girl by the arm, and helped her into the shower. The girl didn't protest when she felt shampoo lathered into her tangled hair, when a moveable shower head was brought over to rinse it out, or when the woman took a bar of soap to her body and began to scrub it clean without any audible concern regardless of where the strange woman's hands went. She barely gasped as it passed between her legs, earning her a knowing look from the woman. When she finished cleaning the girl, the woman took her by the arm and stood her up. She handed the girl a bottle of conditioner with the simple directive to use it while she went and fetched something. The girl nodded once and took the bottle, pouring some on her head and more on her hand. The woman left her standing in the bathtub, working the conditioner into her tangled brown mane. The woman returned several minutes later, flipping a switch as she entered. She had changed into some kind of unitard which shone black and red in the new overhead light. The girl leaned over and braced herself against the wall, blinking her eyes deliberately to help them adjust to the sudden change of illumination. The woman now held a can of shaving cream and some razors. Sitting on the toilet cover, the woman drew one of the girl's legs up onto the rim of the tub and began lathering cream. The girl, not wanting to break the silence which the strange woman had seemingly maintained with care, said nothing. Working deftly, the woman cleared first one leg and then the other. The girl started to step into the water stream to rinse out the conditioner when the woman gripped her solidly and pulled her down so she was sitting the tub's lip, facing into the shower. The woman carefully but firmly pulled apart the girl's legs and began trimming the pubic hair with her knife. The girl's eyes were locked with fear on the glint of metal, working very closely and very quickly near her nethers. Satisfied in her work, the woman re-sheathed her knife and lathered between the girl's legs before that too was depilated. Tracing her fingers over her handwork, the woman probed for strips she had missed and eliminated them before standing the girl up and patting her gently on her rump. "Rinse your hair. You may dry yourself off with a towel from the rack. If I'm not back by the time you are finished, kneel on the dry floor mat and wait for me. You may wrap yourself in a towel if you are cold," the woman said before turning around and walking out of the room. "Yes ma'am," the girl responded as she stepped obediently into the stream of water. She massaged her head and ran her fingers through her hair, straining the coaxing to follow the flow passing around it. When she finished she shut of the water and stepped forward with an open mouth to capture the run off from the depressurizing head. Laughing quietly to herself over 'Waste not, want not,' she bent down and removed a matte of hair from the drain cover. She shook each of her feet as she exited the tub and deposited her hair in the waste bin before she retrieved a towel and started to dry herself off. Turning the towel around she wrapped up her hair and wrung out some of the moisture which clung to her before she returned it to the rack. As she knelt she wriggled an ear and stretched out her senses in an attempt to catch a trace of her... host, benefactor, captor? She wasn't quite certain of anything beyond the fact she was intrigued by the woman. The girl waited there for some time, wishing to get up but not daring to press her luck any further. Finally the woman came back. In her hands she held a beige dress. "Put it on, unless you want to just stay there naked like a...," she said, trailing off. "Never mind. You may have it, either way." The girl reached up and took the dress. Turning it around a few times, she found the back and some cleverly hidden buttons under a side panel on the front. Quickly she undid them and slipped into the clean garment, relishing how soft and fresh it felt particularly against her cleanly shaven skin. "Now, to business. You may take those with you when you leave. I won't press charges and I obviously wasn't using them. I can write it off as a business expense and deduct it from my taxes, so you don't need to worry about that. What I do want from you is for you to join me for dinner. Rather, I want you to make me dinner. You will stay the night, and I will let you leave in the morning. Does this sound unfair to you?" she said with an indecernable look upon her face. The girl nodded meekly in response and started to move around the woman before she was stopped. "Say it," she interjected sternly. In a lighter tone, she continued, "Use your words. I know you have them." "Yes ma'am," she replied, eyes slightly averted. The woman led her guest to a kitchen. Though it bore no clear signs of repeated use, it was kept quite well. The girl began rifling through the refrigerator and pantries, taking stock of what was available and desperately wracking her brain for what she knew how to make. Deciding that well executed would probably be better received than daring and bland, she grabbed for a few cans of chili, sour cream, and cheese. She rinsed the cans and opened them, pouring them into a saucepan to cook. Emptying that into a bowl, she quickly spread the cream over the chili and sprinkled a layer of cheese over the top. Unable in her search to find ordinary chips, she grabbed a bag of bagel chips. She fetched two glasses and filled them with water before loading everything on a serving tray and taking it into the next room. The woman was seated at the table, a single candle lit to one side. The girl eased the tray to her hip and offloaded everything, leaning the tray on its edge against the wall when she was done. The woman smiled politely, "I apologize, I usually eat alone. Do you mind sitting or kneeling on the floor while we eat?" The girl shook her head. Sighing, the woman gently cleared her throat and the girl quickly blurted out, "No ma'am, I don't." "Good. Then let's eat," she said, a smile once again returning to her face. Time passed and the two of them ate in relative silence. When they had finished, the girl cleared away the table and transplanted the remaining mixture into plastic containers so she could start washing the dishes. When she finished, she followed the woman back into the bedroom. "Take your dress off, you don't need to sleep in that tonight," the woman said without looking at the girl. "Do you have something I could wear instead," the girl responded, her gaze leaping to the television as it sparked to life. "I'm sure I can find you something," the woman answered with a laugh, picking something up from her bedside table. The girl compliantly disrobed, her eyes never leaving the television. Suddenly, she felt something cold and heavy around her throat and a metal snap shortly there after. Her hands skirted about her neck in an attempt to figure out what the woman had just put on her. She felt a metal band with a ring connected to it with chain leading away towards one of the posts. "No need to worry, dear. The collar is more to make sure you don't leave tonight while I'm asleep. I'll unlock both it and you in the morning. Now relax and watch some television, the remote is to your right. Turn it off before you go to sleep. Good night." The girl thought to protest but the woman had already shut her eyes and tucked herself in. Sitting at the foot of the bed, she held the remote for a few seconds before deciding that she didn't need the luxury of television if she needed to make certain she shut it off. Clicking the power button, she set the remote up on the bed and lay down on the carpet. Sleep quickly took her. When the girl opened her eyes, she was bathed in light. She sat up and looked around for the woman, panicking when she was no where in sight. She spun around feverishly before realizing she was no longer bound and leashed to the bed. Standing, she noticed her dress hung neatly in the doorway with a new pair of underwear and her bag leaning against the door crowned by a piece of paper. Walking over, she quickly dressed and picked up the note before slinging the bag in place. Examining the page, she read. "Good morning, girl. I hope you will find everything is in order, except the cigarettes. You don't smell like smoke and even if you do, you should stop. Now to set expectations. You may leave now. If I find you like that again, I will be charitable but I will not be merciful. On the back, I have written a list of shelters you can go to and temp agencies you can find work at. I think you are a sweet girl and I would not mind seeing you again some day but I do not want to find a thief as well. Good day." The girl smiled and kissed the words, folding it up and placing it in the ID slot of her bag before skipping out the door. One week later, she returned to the woman's store. She quickly loaded her back with durable foodstuffs and razors. As she hopped over the counter after fetching a fresh load of cigarette cartons, the bell above the door chimed and the woman stood in the doorway. Angrily, she locked eyes on the girl and strode over to her. Taken aback by the ferocity being displayed towards her, the girl shrank backwards and began to apologize but it fell on deaf ears. Fingers laced through her hair and closed to a vice grip. The woman stormed upstairs to her bedroom, her captive in tow. Without a word, her fingers found the hidden buttons on the girl's dress and stripped her bare. The woman bent down and quickly produced a line of rope which she tied around the girl's wrist, looped around a banister on her bed, and secured to her other wrist. Finally pausing, the woman glared at her for what seemed like a painful eternity before leaving the room and closing the door behind her. The girl wasn't certain how long she remained there, restrained and vulnerable. She trembled gently, fearful of uncertainty as much as the woman's wrath, silently considering the mistake of returning. Finally, the woman returned. Her stride was less hasty, her eyes less inflamed, but her hand brandished something long and black. My Girl "Are those my things in your bag?" she asked evenly. "Yes ma'am," the girl whispered. "Did you pay for them?" the woman continued. "No, I didn't." "Were you warned of what might happen were you to do this again?" the woman inquired. "Yes ma'am, I knew." "But you did it anyway." "Yes ma'am." "I counted 27 individual packages in your bag. Be thankful I am counting the razors as one and not four. Count now. If you miss one, I repeat it until you catch up. Do you understand?" The girl nodded. There was a swishing sounded followed by a crack against her bottom and a line of pain shot across her skin. "One.... two.... three..." she counted, focusing on the number to keep from thinking about the next blow until it came. "Twenty-seven." The woman set her implement down and gently stroked the girl's head and cheek, cooing softly. The girl shook. Half of her was frozen in the moment of being struck and the other was floating somewhere outside of her body and out of touch. She slowly came back to her senses of the course of several minutes. "I'm going to untie you. I want you to shower. When you finish, fix yourself something to eat. I've had dinner already. After that, come to my room. I'm going to read before I go to bed." "Yes ma'am," the girl answered breathlessly. She staggered into the bathroom and started heating the water on autopilot. Climbing in, she went through the same routine as before. She cleaned and cleansed her hair and shaved. When her hands passed between her legs though, she audibly gasped. Self absorbed by this sensation, she pursued it for quite some time until she felt a strange and powerful wave crash over her. In the aftermath she thought she could hear the ringing of her moans in the shower and blushed, hoping it hadn't carried any further. She hurriedly finished and dried off. She left the bathroom, carefully avoiding the amused gaze of the woman over the edge of the book she was reading. She met her gaze reluctantly and with confusion, pointing to where her dress had been. The woman told her it was being washed and she should keep on task. Smiling nervously, she nodded and sped into the kitchen. She picked out a packet of ramen, heated it, and devoured it. Returning to the bedroom, she knelt by the post with the leash. She heard a chuckle, paper rustling, and springs groaning before the metal collar closed around her neck again. She turned around and smiled meekly at the woman who nodded at her dismissively. The girl curled up once again at the foot of the bed and went to sleep. In the morning she awoke more calmly than she did the previous time. She stood and dressed before picking up the new piece of stationary. "Clean the bathroom before you leave. Don't let me catch you again." Folding the note, she added it to the first before disrobing and attending to the cleaning. Once done, she dressed, picked up her bag, and left. Three days later she came again. She ran around the store, taking inventory, before she sat on the counter with a single carton of cigarettes in her hand only to discover the woman had been sitting on the stairs with a book in her lap, watching. There was no anger in her eyes this time. Only disappointment. She took the carton from the girl's hand, took hold of her by the back of her neck, and lead her upstairs. Only when the girl had been force marched into the woman's bedroom did she turn around and plant her feet defiantly. Instantly, the woman's hand sailed through the air and caught her on the side of her face. "Do not be insolent. You are in trouble enough as it is." "May I, ma'am?" the girl asked tentatively. "What? What is it?" the woman responded with a mix of curiosity and exasperation. The girl took off her bag and handed it to the woman. Surprised, she spoke, "What are these? You didn't pick anything up yet." The girl smiled and shook her head, "No ma'am, I hadn't. These are from last time." The woman gave her a studying look and set the bag down. "But if you didn't come for more food, then why did you?" "I came for you." The woman was taken aback for a moment then smiled, extending a hand to the girl. The girl quickly unfastened her dress, shedding it. She wore nothing beneath it. She took the woman's hand and followed in her lead. There were many firsts for the girl that night and just as many more for the both of them. When the girl awoke though, the woman was there. The girl felt no leash holding her to the bed this time either. Nor did the collar seem as heavy and fit more snuggly. Walking softly into the bathroom to investigate, she turned on the light and tilted her head up slightly. It was a thinner band that hugged her throat instead of draping about her shoulders. Noticing an inscription, she leaded closer to read it. A pair of hands appeared in the mirror from behind her and encircled her as a familiar and beautiful voice intoned the words now adorning her neck. "My girl... " My Girl, A Stranger, and Our Hotel This is the true story of the day my love for Evelyn hit a new high... Our sex life was always amazing, driven by love, passion, and deviance. Once was never enough, as I loved the way her pussy felt when it was already filled with cum. While we fucked, I loved for her to tell me stories about the men she had fucked in the past, some of them complete strangers in a dressing room, or her friends' boyfriends or brothers when there was enough time to sneak in a quickie. My fantasy was for her to find and fuck a stranger and tell me all about it while my cock was inside her used, dirty pussy. We talked about this a lot during sex and it made us both so horny. I travel to Las Vegas frequently for work and often bring Evelyn with me so we can get away together from time to time. This most recent trip was nothing out of the ordinary for me, just had a couple of days planned out for work and the nights were free. Our first night was passionate as always; making love to her, feeling her beautiful body entirely, and talking dirty to each other. I said to her that I wanted her to make that fantasy happen for me tomorrow while I am at work, and Evelyn excitedly agreed to do anything I asked of her. That next day, my schedule was pretty easy. Had two stops to make on the strip. The first was actually in our hotel and the second just down the way a few casinos from us. After a morning of mind-blowing sex, I was up and ready to run down stairs for a couple of hours. I told Evelyn I would come back to see her before heading out for the rest of my day. And as quickly as possible, I made good on that promise to be back to see her again. She had been in the room getting ready to go meet a girlfriend of hers who lived in the area. Evelyn looked beautiful as always. 5'2", a hundred and nothing pounds, long blonde hair, and so sexy. I had to go down on her one more time before heading out to finish my day. I pushed her back on to the bed, lifted her feet up, and peeled off her panties. Her pussy always smelled so good and tasted even better. She was freshly shaven and so smooth. Just the feeling of her pussy against my tongue alone was incredible. Licking her pussy, my tongue swirling around her clit, her orgasm came on quickly and she tightened up all over as the juices flowed from that pretty, pink pussy. I sat up and kissed her. She loved to taste her pussy on my tongue. "Why don't you fuck me before you go?" Evelyn asked. I said, "I'm not going to fuck you right now, but I DEFENITELY cannot wait to get back tonight. She said, "That's right; I have some homework to do today." That smile on her face was so deviant, and so sexy. I grabbed my car keys, kissed her again, and said "Have fun today" as I headed out the door. Evelyn and I always exchange texts throughout the day. Some simple thoughts of affection, some random thoughts, some updates, and plenty of dirty messages as well. Working away as I had planned, just before 4pm my phone chimed that I had received a text. Evelyn's text made my heart race: VEGAS FUCK ACQUIRED. CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU LATER TO TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT. I LOVE YOU My head was spinning. My heart was pounding. My cock shot up like a rocket. I had to get out of work as quickly as possible. There were so many levels of excitement passing through me at that moment. You have never someone navigate through a Las Vegas casino, through traffic on The Strip, back through another casino and upstairs with so much efficiency. Entering our hotel room, Evelyn was asleep on the bed. Still in her sexy high heels and little black dress, she had fallen asleep waiting from me to get back after an afternoon of drinks with her girlfriend and a pounding from this unknown stranger. She wasn't wearing any panties and her dress was hiked up enough for her smooth, pink pussy to be showing. My clothes exploded off my body, as she lay there asleep on her side. Evelyn's pussy looked so good. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I had to taste her. I laid down with my face to her perfectly round ass and that soft pussy right there for me. Without hesitation, my tongue was pressed into her. Her pussy was so warm, and so soft. I could smell the sex on her and taste it as well. My tongue furiously licking at her pussy, burying it deep into her, breathing deep through my nose, it was a sensorial overload. The smell of another man on her was incredible, and to taste her pussy and his cum mixed together sent my dick straight out and as hard as possible. I was beyond hard and ready to destroy that dirty pussy. I pulled off her dress. It may have had a zipper or someway to open it up more easily, but I had not noticed as I peeled it from her sexy body. I removed her black bra to leave her only wearing the high heels I had found her in. My cock pushed into that warm, wet pussy without the slightest hesitation. It was so tight and swollen from the two hard fucks I had given her last night and this morning, and what I was about to find out were three more from this stranger. I needed to hear all about it. I was so excited and so turned on. Evelyn began to tell me how she'd made my fantasy come true for me. She had been down in the casino having drinks with her girlfriend who had come to see her. There was a man by himself at the bar looking over at them. Evelyn did not hesitate to show that she had not worn any panties, flashing her incredible pussy. He had come over and talked for a few minutes to them. He had been in town with his girlfriend who was out shopping. They had been in town for a couple of days and had not had sex once this trip. He was about to change that. Evelyn had already told her girlfriend the plan, so as Evelyn asked this stranger if he wanted to go hangout together for a little bit, her girlfriend would be able to do her own thing at that time. Evelyn told me all the details. How he was on her instantly as they walked through the hallways, kissing her, his hands all over her body. She had told him that he was part of our plan and he was all for making it successful with her. In the elevator, he pushed her against the wall, kissing her, feeling her tits, and pushing his hand up her little black dress to feel that bare pussy getting wet. Finally to our room. Evelyn took his cock out and sucked it hard. She had an incredible mouth for sucking dick. He felt her naked body. Evelyn has these incredibly sexy little tits. Both nipples are tattooed and pierced, making them beyond sexy. Evelyn continued telling me her story as fucked her from behind. MY cock plunging into her, feeling the warmth and wet, sloppy feeling of his cum inside her. She told me he had fucked her right there on this same bed. He fucked her from behind, and as he was about to cum, pulled out his cock and exploded on her back. My Evelyn was not happy with this. She wanted that cum deep inside her and made sure she would get it for me. Evelyn went back to work on his cock. Sucking him. She has this incredible way of licking a cock with so much force like she wants to push her tongue through you. It is amazing. This stranger had not cum in days and was plenty horny from his girlfriend leaving him unattended to for so long. His cock was hard again and ready to dump that load into my girl's pussy. Fucking Evelyn while she told this story was amazing. I was so enthralled with her story, so horny by her account that my cock was throbbing inside her pussy. Evelyn always cums when we fuck; this was no exception as she shared her story. She and this stranger had fucked twice, but she wanted more cum for me to fuck. Again, Evelyn went to work on his cock, making sure he was ready for a third time and a second load of cum in her pussy. Hearing that they had fucked three times was such a turn on. Evelyn is beyond beautiful, beyond sexy, and even the most flaccid cock would stand at attention for her on demand. Seeing her naked body, inked with tattoos in all the right places was incredible, but at 6'4" I fully engulfed her when we fuck. Feeling her entirely pressed against me is everything imaginable. This stranger took full advantage of how sexy she is pushed his hard cock right back into that pussy. He fucked her nice and hard for a third time. That pussy now on its 5th fuck in less than a day was sore and tightening on his cock. Evelyn continued to share this with me, turning me on, fulfilling my fantasy, but it was when she told me he had left scratch marks down her back that I was done for. I had been so focused on feeling her used pussy, listening to her story, that I had not even noticed. As I looked down at her back, there they were. Three raised, red scratch marks down the length of her back. The visual element was too much. I could not contain my load any more. My cock tightened inside Evelyn's pussy and I shot my load all over the inside of her to mix with the unknown man's loads. Evelyn and I collapsed together. My cock was still inside of her. Lying there together, I held her tighter than ever before. My love for her was greater than I had ever felt from the bond and trust we had just pushed to the next level. That night we made love three more times, recounting the day's events and sharing our deviant thoughts for what our next adventure will look like... My Girl and Her Mom I was introduced to incest a little differently than most people. My first "incest is best" experience was actually not incest for me but for my girlfriend at the time. Her name was Kate and she was sexy as could be. She wasn't beautiful or elegant or anything like that, but she just had a look that was dead sexy. Kate was 5'8" with fire red hair that hung down to the middle of her back and bright green eyes that sparkled like none I have seen before or since. The only thing that kept Kate from being beautiful was her lack of curves. She was very skinny and did not have much in the way of breasts or ass but she still looked good. When I first saw Kate I knew she was going to be fun. She just had the look of a girl who knew what she wanted and how to get it and give as good as she got. I didn't know at the time but I was in for more fun than I could imagine, and believe me that is one hell of a lot of fun. At first we did the regular stuff two people when they first meet, we would grope each other up in the movies, maybe a little oral in the car, you get the picture. About two weeks into our relationship we finally had actual intercourse and it was great, a little too great to be truthful. I know, how could it be too great? Well I guess I was the first person to make her cum during intercourse and she loved it and couldn't get enough of it. Still don't see the problem right? Well her wanting it all the time led to us doing it in some risky places, places where we ran a serious risk of getting caught. And get caught we did, by the absolute last person I would have wanted to catch me, Kate's mom. We were in Kate's room after school and I had her 18 year old ass bent over her vanity with her faced pressed into the mirror pumping her pussy hard and deep as I held on to a fist full of her bright red hair. She was wailing for me to fuck her harder and faster and some other things I could not quite understand and we were both well on our way to orgasms of cosmic proportions when something else entirely moved the heavens, the sound of Kate's door being slammed open. I turned my head so fast I should have broken my neck and there in the doorway stood Kate's mom wearing a most unusual expression. Kate's mom, who's name was Ann, was pretty hot also. Her hair was a light blonde with a hint of red and shoulder length. Her breasts were bigger than Kate's and she also had more hips and ass than Kate. She was basically an older curvier version of Kate. That older version of my girlfriend now stood there staring at me as I was in the middle of her daughter's love center. A million excuses ran through my mind and all of them died unused on my tongue. How do you explain this, what excuses can you give you give to a mother for having your rod buried hilt deep in her daughter's baby maker? Well as it turned out no excuse was necessary as this was part of the plan all along. Kate looked at her mother and yelled "you couldn't have waited five more minutes so I could cum!?" Her mother replied "How exactly am I stopping you? I did not say a thing you two just keep right on going, I'm just going to sit down over here and watch for a few minutes." I was in shock, first of all that Ann wasn't cursing me and beating in my brains with any one of the many available heavy objects lying around the room and secondly that she just gave us the green light to keep on going. I was snapped out of my silent wonderings by the sensation of ass bone being rammed into my hips, Kate's signal that she was ready to renew our screwing. "Fuck me Allen, come on make me cum." At this point Ann pulled up her dress and slid her panties off, as she tossed them on the floor she said "you heard her Allen, fuck her good, give me a show." With that she sat on the end of Kate's bed, spread her legs and began to work on her own orgasm. I was still in shock but the sensation of Kate moving her warm tight twat on my dick quickly brought me around and I returned my attention to fucking her good. It was not long before she was screaming that she was coming and that was when this experience really got going. I felt Kate's snatch tighten around my cock and then I felt a tongue on my balls and a hand on my ass. Ann had moved over from the bed and had buried her face between Kate and I and she was licking Kate's juices off my balls and off of Kate's snatch. Now I was in shock, I had never fucked a girl in front of someone else before, let alone had sex with two women and the fact that these two women were mother and daughter was really messing with my head. However; between the huge orgasm that Kate was having and the tongue that Anne was running along my balls and shaft I quickly lost control and started to cum inside of Kate. After I was done Cumming I leaned back and Ann pushed me out of the way and buried her face in Kate's twat and started licking up the combination of our juices. She was not waiting for it to run out on its own either. She jammed her tongue deep into Kate's red furry mound and slurped up our juices with loud noises of pleasure. Kate moaned and came again as her mother lapped the juices from her pussy. She stood the rest of the way up, turned around and removed the dress from her mother's shoulders, leaving Ann completely naked, and then she began to kiss her mother deeply on the mouth. It took me a second but I realized that Ann was sharing her plundered prize with her daughter as they kissed. This was something out of my wildest fantasies and it was happening right in front of me. The two of them kissed for what seemed like forever and they both seemed to be completely oblivious to my being in the room the whole time they were tonguing each others mouths. Finally they both came back to reality and looked over at me standing there drooling at the sight before me. Seeing as how I had blown a load five minutes previously, my cock was limp and I was unprepared for action. Ann made note of this by saying "look Katie, your boyfriend isn't ready for me yet, I guess you'll have to keep me warm until he gets that way." Kate smiled seductively and led her mother to the bed and put Ann in the top position of a 69 with Ann's ass facing towards me. I had a birds-eye view of my sexy girlfriend licking her mother's golden furred twat. As Kate ran her tongue back and forth over her mother's clit and rubbed a finger over her asshole, Ann's cries of pleasure built along with the blood pressure in my cock. In a matter of two minutes my soldier was ready for battle. I stepped up to the edge of the bed, placed my knees to the inside of Ann's, leaving Kate's head directly below my ball sack and I slipped my cock into Ann. Her pussy was warm and wet and soft as silk. I never told Kate this but her mom's pussy was tons better than hers. Not only was it warm, wet and silky, but it was also tight and Ann knew to contract and loosen the muscles at the right time to drive me crazy. As soon as I slipped into Ann she screamed for me to fuck her hard and I complied by driving my cock into her with brutal force. Kate concentrated her tongue on her mother's clit, but would occasionally lick on my balls when I would stop slamming her mother's twat long her for her to do so. Then suddenly Ann told me to stop, climbed off her daughter and rolled Kate over. As she did this Kate got up on her hands and knees and started sucking on my dick as her mother buried her face in Kate's ass. She licked Kate's wrinkled anus and slowly put two fingers in her ass while her other hand rubbed Kate's pussy. After a couple minutes of this Ann looked at me and said "come down here and fuck my daughter in the ass." Well I surely did not need to be told twice, and I walked my ass down to the end of the bed and Ann took my cock into her mouth and moaned as she licked her own juices off of my prick. Getting it nice and slobbery she guided my prick to her daughter's asshole and I slowly pushed it in. Slowly at first and only a couple of inches at a time but soon I was plowing in and out of her asshole with reckless abandon. Kate absolutely loved having her ass fucked and her mother was adding to her pleasure by rubbing her clit and smacking her ass cheeks while I fucked her. Kate had two orgasms during our ass fucking and after the second Ann pulled my cock out of her daughters ass and took it into her mouth, deep-throating the cock that been plowing her daughter's asshole only seconds before. She looked up at me and said that it was her turn and with that she put her fingers in her mouth and then rubbed them on her asshole and turned around offering her ass to me. In the meantime Kate had gotten up and went to her dresser drawers and she brought out a medium sized vibrator and she began to diddle herself with it. I spit on my hand and rubbed it on my dick and then slid my dick up and down Ann's ass crack to lubricate her enough to get my dick in there. I slowly started to insert my dick in her asshole when she thrust herself against me and buried my dick in her ass. It was wonderful, not as tight as Kate's ass but the fact that Ann was thrusting back to meet my cock made it great. After only a couple of minutes I was nearing my orgasm and so was Ann. I pulled my cock out of her asshole and she turned around and took it into her mouth. She sucked it all the way down to the base and I couldn't hold out any longer. I started to dump my load down her throat and she pulled away and let the rest of it shoot on her face and chest as Kate came over and started to lick it off her mother's body. I fell back on the bed spent. I was completely drained and still not entirely convinced that this was not a wet dream. Kate and Ann continued to kiss and share my semen while they fondled each other's pussies. After a few minutes of this Kate looked at her mom and said "see, I told you he was good." Ann replied "Yes dear you were right. Maybe tomorrow you should introduce him to your sister Jenny." But that is another story entirely... My Girl and I We are in bed, it is late and nothing but the sound of the fan is audible. She lay, with nothing but a t-shirt, on her back and I am next to her with nothing but some pajama bottoms. She caresses my arm and I know what she wants. I roll over to face her. I rub her thighs and feeling her smooth skin. She is playing passive today and opens her legs just a little. Enough to let me know I am wanted, but not in a slutty way. I rub the smooth skin inside of one of her thighs and feel moist heat as I am just about to brush her sex. I pull away and continue to rub her other leg. I deny her any direct contact that would give her pleasure. I brush across her pubis with my hand careful to avoid her hood. I hear a tiny gasp escape her lips. It reminds me of the softness that is there and I kiss her soft lips and as I do I imagine them around my pulsing member. As I go from her lips to her neck to suckle and lick the way she likes I move to a better position on top of her. She is getting very moist from anticipation. I want her to beg me for what we both want. I continue to nuzzle her neck and lips and I gently caress the outside of her entrance. She gives up her pretence of being passive and pulls me closer with her legs as they wrap around my waist. I feel a hint of stubble on her shaved mound with my sensitive head, which was undetectable with my hand. She pulls up her shirt and exposes her c-cup. I hold one and kiss the areola. A swift lick, as if to test the taste of her on each side of the nipple. I breath warm air over her and then blow cold. I watch as her nipple turns into a stub. I kiss it directly and then suck as much of the breast into my mouth as I can. I begin to nibble. While I am doing this my cock is pushing against her clit. I don't want to enter her just yet as I continue to play. I take my member in my hand and begin to slide it up and down against her pussy and make it all slick and wet. I then swirl little circles onto her clit and make her gasp. I then allow just my head to enter her pussy. I play with her other breast now, never letting her pull me in deeper. I pull away and plunge into her a few inches, enjoying the feeling of every muscle inside her. I grab a condom from beside the bed and open it above her head while I kiss her. I reach down with one hand and pull myself out and wipe all the juice on the inside of her thigh. In one motion I unroll the condom and enter her again. I begin a slow thrusting as her breathing changes. I feel her face getting warmer and I hold her body as I give us what we both want. After several minutes I begin to feel my climax coming. I know she likes it from behind so I pull out and turn her over. I see her ass spread for me and she looks so sexy like that. I grab both of her cheeks and pull them apart leaving all exposed. I let go with one hand and push into her pussy again. My right hand holds the small of her back as my left pulls her hips back to meet mine. I slide my right hand down to her tailbone and my thumb just reaches something forbidden. Her anus is slick with her own juice. I let my thumb just barely touch her little bud. It feels so warm and inviting I let the weight of my thumb push down and I felt her anus spread around the pad of my thumb. I leave it there, both invading and not inside her. I continue to thrust into her as I rub on her anus. She moans and pushes back hard. I know she has come at least twice. I feel the heat and feeling of the forbidden area sending me over the edge. We separate and I give her a kiss. We hold each other for a few moments and drift into a warm, sleep. My Girl & Me He stood in the doorway of her old childhood room as he watched her sleep. It was amazing really how the night seemed to protect you from all your daily burdens and troubles, he thought to himself as he gazed upon her once again gentle, happy face. Looking at her now no one would think that that she had spent most of the day crying on his strong familiar shoulders. He shook his head to clear the angry cloud that was beginning to form, God he’d kill that bastard Richard if he ever decided to show his face again. He just couldn’t understand what kind of man would just up and leave his wife of 5 years for some barely legal, bleached blonde. Especially when said wife was 6 months pregnant with his child. Damn him! He cursed to himself as he slammed his hand into the side of the doorway. Rubbing his hand he moved quietly into his daughter’s room, stopping when he reached the side of her bed. He stood there for a few minutes longer before reaching down and tenderly placing his hand against the bump in the sheets made by her rounded belly. She was still as beautiful to him today as the day she was born he thought to himself in wonderment, perhaps even more so now that she glowed with the beauty of imminent childbirth. That thought, combined with the happy realisation that he really was going to be a granddaddy soon was enough to lift the last of the anger that had settled over him. “I love you honey.” He whispered to her quietly as he bent down and gently kissed her goodnight. Softly backing out of the room he left her to calming protection of the night. ++++++++++ “Morning baby” He whispered quietly, bending down and placing a quick kiss on her bed mussed hair, as he placed a hearty breakfast of bacon, beans, tomatoes and toast before her. “Thanks Dad.” She mumbled around a rather large mouthful of food. “Your mother was quite fond of her food when she was having you too.” He chuckled at the fond memory of his late wife that she had evoked as he quickly seated himself beside her and tucked in to his own meal. “Hmmm pregnancy will do that to you.” She chuckled back. “Makes you hungry horny and fat.” She added with an evil smirk as she watched a small pink blush tinge his face. She decided to add a low seductive moan as she gently stoked her large belly, pleased when the pink tinge turned a few shades darker. “Ahhh humm” He coughed, clearing his throat as he tried to find his voice again. Damn she had always been an impertinent little imp, he thought with a wry smile. “So ahh I take it you’re feeling much better then.” He asked. “You know Dad, I really think I am.” She answered as she leant back in the chair and looked lovingly at her old man. “Richard’s a fucken prick Dad.” She exclaimed angrily. “It hurt that he did that to me, but at least I’m well and truly rid of the bastard. Plus I’ve got you” She added, as she reached out and placed her hand on his larger calloused one “What more could a girl want.” She asked him fondly. “Owww Honey.” He whispered back, touched. “Anyway he’s got a really small dick.” She added impishly, as she started back into the glorious food in front of her. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head at his daughters’ dry humour. “Well it was obviously big enough to do that.” He whispered in her ear as he stood up and hugged her round belly. Giving it a quick kiss he stood back and smiled mischievously at his offspring. “I’ve got to go to work now hon, will you be okay?” He asked her. “Sure Dad.” She smiled up at him. “I’ll probably just lounge around and watch some tele or something.” She reassured him. “Fine baby, just don’t exert yourself.” He warned as he headed out the door. +++++++++++ He quickened his pace along the footpath to the door as he heard a distant moaning coming from inside his house. “Honey? You okay?” he asked worriedly as he hurried into the lounge, only to come to a sudden halt as he took in the scene in front of him. His daughter was sprawled across the couch in only her underwear happily watching two women touching and licking each other to the apparent delight of the well hung “prison guard” watching them on the screen before her. “Oh hey Dad.” She greeted him happily. “Did you know you could get this channel on your cable?” She asked him as she shuffled over and patted the cushion beside her. “Ahhh, No I certainly did not” He stated in somewhat of a daze as he sat down beside her, his eyes involuntarily returning to the screen before him. “Honey, don’t you umm …… well isn’t this all a bit degrading to women?” He asked her curiously, after all one didn’t expect to come home to find ones daughter watching lesbian porn. “Yeah it probably is dad.” She chuckled, she really loved flustering her old man, he was just too cute sometimes. Although that hadn’t been the reason she had started watching it she thought with a quick smirk. “So ahhh … why?” He asked distractedly as he watched the prison guard join in on some of the action. “Well I wasn’t actually lying when I said this made me horny Dad.” She answered honestly as she ran her hands across her naked belly. “And well with Richard gone I …….” She left the sentence unfinished, absurdly her husband not being around to fuck her when she needed it was one of the things she was the most angry about. “Ohh, yes well….” Her father stated embarrassedly. “Honey, I’m so sorry he hurt you.” He whispered to her as he pulled her into a big hug. “I know Daddy.” She whispered quietly as she leant back against his strong body. “OHH YESSS SIR!!! FUCK ME HARDER!!” Screamed the blonde inmate on the tele in front of them as the prison guard pounded his large black cock in and out of her ass while her cellmate sucked on her obviously heavily implanted breasts and fingered her dripping clit. “Honey, you sure you want to watch this?” He asked her with a quick laugh. Honestly they just made these things so, so cheesy. “Well I’m not sure about me Dad, but I’m pretty certain you do.” She giggled as she pushed lightly against the warm bulge she felt pressing into her back. “Cheeky.” He playfully scolded her as he pulled her tighter to him. “Okay, but just this one, then we’ll play scrabble or something.” He told her as he nuzzled his head in her wavy brown hair. “Thanks Dad, you’re the best.” She smiled up at him quickly before she returned her attention to the screen. ++++++++++ Well they did always say that every cloud had a silver lining he thought wryly to himself as he quickly settled against the cool sheets of his bed. He hated what that bastard had done to his little girl, but having her here with him these last few days had been some of the happiest times he could remember in a very long while. Yes he had certainly missed his little girl he decided as he pulled his stiffening cock out of his pyjama shorts and began to run his hands along the lengthy shaft, moaning softly as he felt himself become harder. She was just so beautiful, no sexy - very, very sexy, he quickly amended as he began to pump harder and faster. God he had needed this all day, he thought with an audible gasp. The feeling of her pressed hard against his erection had been so torturous, hell he had wanted to throw her down and show her how a real man fucked his woman, but he was after all a gentleman. It was alright to jerk of to the image of your heavily pregnant daughter gagging for it on all fours while you pounded the fuck out of her hot wet pussy, but it was an other thing entirely to ever touch her like that. “Ahhh fuck yesss baby.” He moaned as the image of his dick inside his baby brought him to orgasm. “YEESSSS” He screamed as he felt his juices roll down over his still pumping hands, and coat his bed sheets. Sighing happily as he slowly pumped the rest of his juices out, before putting his sopping cock away for the night, and turning over to go to sleep. ++++++++++ “No lesbian’s today honey?” He asked her with a smirk as he seated himself beside her again the next day. “No, you just missed them, they were on before.” She told him as she settled happily against him again. “Ohh, well Damn!” He joked as he hugged her closer to him, suddenly gasping in surprise as he noticed the doctor on the screen begin to give the heavily pregnant woman before him an extremely thorough examination. “You got a thing for pregnant women Daddy?” His daughter asked him with a wry laugh. “Only pregnant naked women honey.” He quickly joked back. “Ahhh.” His daughter nodded sagely, as she twisted out of his embrace and turned the tele off. “Owww honey, I was watching that.” He complained with a silly pout. “Well you shouldn’t. Its degrading to women you know.” She smirked evilly, using his own words against him, as she pulled her singlet top off and began to undo the clasp of her maternity bra. “Ahhh Honey, what are you doing?” He asked worriedly, hurriedly sitting up on the couch. “Giving you what you want Daddy.” She told him as she finally pulled her bra off and began to run her hands over her huge breasts. “Think of it as my way of saying thank you for everything you’ve done.” She added as she pushed her hands down over her large bump and pulled off the lacy white knickers that had been resting just above her curly dark crotch. “Honey this isn’t what I want.” He tried to tell her. “Yes it is Daddy. I heard you last night.” She whispered, as her hands continued to move in slow circles across her body. “God it made me so hot listening to you fuck yourself, hearing you cum so hard.” She finished with a moan. “Honey your emotions are all over the show, you don’t know what you’re saying.” He sighed. “Yes I do Daddy. I love you, I want you. And don’t tell me you don’t want this cause clearly you do.” She said as she pointed to the obvious swell in the crotch of his jeans. “Please Daddy I need to be fucked by a real man.” She pleaded, almost in tears. “Owww, honey.” He whispered, clearly moved, as he went to her, pulling her to him. “You know I’d do anything for you.” He told her as he gently kissed her mouth. “Yesss daddy” She moaned against his lips, pressing herself harder against him, almost bruising his lips with her need for him. “Baby.” He moaned as he pulled back from the kiss, quickly going to the couch and grabbing a few cushions, placing them on the ground he pulled her down gently and propped her against them. “Is this okay baby?” He asked her as his hands began to explore the planes of her fat belly. “Yesss Daddy.” She moaned as she arched into the velvety softness of the cushions behind her, opening her legs even wider. She soon took his larger hand in her own and brought it up across her belly to press against her huge breasts, gasping in delight as his hand grazed her engorged nipple. “Baby…” He gasped in awe, as he felt his cock strain even harder against the faded denim of his work jeans in response. “Mmm ….. Yesss Daddy.” She moaned as she moved his hand back down and across her swollen belly, bringing her other hand up to massage her heavy aching tits. “Mmm baby, you’re so beautiful.” He whispered in her ear as he moved his hand down to rest teasingly on her dark bushy mound, bringing his other hand up to join with hers, gliding harder and faster across her heaving tits, his cock jerking in response every time he crossed her erect nipples. “Yesss Daddy …… please” She begged as she arched her back, trying to take his retreating hand into her, he was driving her crazy with his gentle teasing, she needed to be fucked, long and hard, but most importantly now! “Patience baby.” He chuckled lightly, as he moved his hand away from her overheated area and began to run it back and forth along the inside of her thighs. “You be a good girl for daddy now.” He told her, as he smiled into her desire filled eyes. Patience was definitely one thing his daughter had never had he thought lovingly, as he bent down and placed a small chaste kiss against her lips, before returning his hand to her hot centre. “Daddy loves you honey.” He whispered reverently, as he sat back on his heels. He wanted to watch her writhe and arch beneath him as he entered her, he wanted to remember the look of joy and ecstasy that would cloud her face as she felt her daddy inside her for the first time, he wanted her to know how much her daddy truly loved her. Quickly he thrust first 2 then 3 fingers into her slick heat, surprised and aroused by the wetness he found there. “YESSSSSS!! “He heard her yell, as she arched right off the ground, and brought him deeper within her. “UNNNGGGHHH!! HARDER DADDY!!” She screamed, as she rocked back and forth against his large hand. Bringing his fingers back to her opening he made them into a fist and thrust quickly and deeply into her, stretching her centre to its absolute limits. The feeling of his whole hand pumping away inside her combined with her surprised and euphoric gasps nearly sent him over the edge. He took his free hand and nearly ripped the zip off his jeans in his hast to release his rigid cock. God he couldn’t remember ever being this hard before he thought to himself as he took his dick in his free hand and began pumping up and down the shaft to the same rhythm he was using on his daughter. He gently nudged her legs wider apart with his knees and moved closer to her centre, his stiff dick honing in on her hot pussy like a diving stick to water. Pulling his fist out of her sopping wet folds he quickly entered her with his throbbing hard cock, ramming it into her pussy before she could complain of the loss of his hand. “OHH YES DADDY!” She screamed glad to finally have his hard cock thrusting inside her. “YES DADDY FUCK ME!” She screamed, as she tried to match his fast rhythm, trying to take him deeper and harder into her. “Ohh Daddy.” She gasped between clenched teeth, as she brought her hands up to her overheated centre and began to rub furiously against her engorged clit, while she watched her father fuck her senseless. She just knew she wasn’t going to last long. “Unnnggghhh Daddy I’m Cumming” She gasped as she felt the muscles of her pussy begin to constrict. “Ahhhh Yes Baby, Cum for Daddy.” He replied as he to felt her inner muscles constrict and squeeze against his ever ramming cock. He thrust back and forth into her a few more times before he watched her tense then give into the orgasmic waves that engulfed her whole body. She came hard, screaming her utter joy and pleasure, which was all it took to send him over the edge. Shooting his wad into her convulsing centre, he gasped his love for her, before falling spent against her protruding belly. +++++++++++ “Mmm, hello…..” She mumbled sleepily, as she turned her head to face his. “Hey baby.” He whispered lovingly to her as he pulled her closer to him. “This feels nice.” She replied as she scooted her back closer to his chest, resting her side on the soft cushions, and pulling his arms tighter against her belly. “It sure does baby.” He moaned, moving his hands across her warm naked flesh, felling his cock begin to stir as she pressed her fat round ass hard against it. “Mmm Daddy, you took your clothes off.” She gasped at the felling of his erect dick so close to her drenched cunt, instinctively pulling up her leg to allow him better access. “Yup.” He replied happily, quickly moving his hands up to grasp her huge tits. “Yesss Daddy.” She moaned, arching back into his naked body as she felt him roughly grasp her sensitive breasts. She brought her hands up to join his, bringing them down to her stiff nipples she helped him squeeze them, screaming her pleasure as she felt the milky liquid drain out and drench their joined hands. “Ohh baby.” He grunted in pleasure, his dick now completely rigid from the felling of her milk on him. Kneeling behind her he turned her over onto her front and spread her legs, quickly slamming his cock into her waiting cunt. “UNNNGGGHH YESSS!!!” She screamed as she braced her hands in front of her, loving the feeling of her daddy ripping her pussy open with his huge hard cock. “AHHH FUCK!!” He groaned, as he reached around and began to milk her heavy breasts, all thoughts of gentleness gone. Watching the murky liquid trickle down her straining arms and heaving body only caused him to slam harder and deeper inside her. “This is how a real man fucks his woman.” He told her as he quickened his pace, leaving her screaming inaudible, nonsense phrases. “He never fucked you like this baby, did he?” He asked her. “You’ve never had a real man fuck you, have you baby?” He continued “Never had a real man ride you hard.” He persisted, loving the feeling of her hot wet juices travelling down his shaft and around his bulging sacs. God he was going to fill her entire pussy with his cum! “You’ve never had a real man fill your cunt, have you baby.” He gasped in her ear as he felt his cock ready to explode. “Yesss Daddy, fill me.” She moaned back hungrily. “Cum in me Daddy.” She begged as she felt his cock begin to fire its seed into her. “ARGGGHHHH YESSSS!!!” She grunted as he sent her spiralling into orgasm. +++++++++++ God he couldn’t remember ever having been happier he thought to himself as he pulled his sleeping daughter down to rest across his chest. No the last time he had ever felt this great had been the day his wife had given birth to the little girl lying spent in his arms, and if he was going to be honest today felt even better than that. He just couldn’t get over what a great fuck she was either he thought to himself with a wry shake of his head, hell even her mother hadn’t fucked him that well, hadn’t turned him on that much, and had certainly never made him so hard it had actually hurt. The sudden ringing of the phone quickly woke him form his reverie, not wanting to wake his baby he quickly placed her back against the cushions and hurried to answer the damn thing. “Oh, Dave I’m glad you called.” He spoke to the person on the other end. Quickly sitting down on the couch he rested the phone against his chin, and bent down to run his hand across his little girls head, listening to his work mate at the same time. “No, we’ve got to get that shipment in by the weekend, or we never going to be finished on schedule.” He replied, as he sat back into the couch, smiling apologetically at his groggy looking daughter for having woken her up. “Look Dave that’s exactly what I told them, but I’ll be damned if they’re ever going to listen to us.” He told his friend, patting his daughters head as she knelt against his open legs, not noticing the mischievous look that had settled on her baby blue eyes. “Yeah I know.” He answered his friends question before letting out a very loud gasp. Looking down he saw his daughter smiling evilly up at him as she held his semi-stiff cock in her hands. “No Dave I’m alright, just had a little cramp in my leg is all.” He quickly lied as he looked down warningly at his daughter, almost dropping the phone in utter shock as he saw his little girl pulling his cock towards her open mouth. “Ahhh, you know Dave I’m not really feeling that well right now.” He hurriedly told his friend as he watched his daughter lick her lips in anticipation. “Look why don’t I get back to you tomorrow.” He finished as he quickly slammed down the phone and grabbed his daughters head, pulling it towards his waiting cock. “God, you’re a fucken little slut, aren’t you baby.” He smiled happily at her, shaking his head in amusement at the quickness with which she wrapped her wet lips around his bulging erection. “Fuck Yesss Baby.” He groaned as he felt her take him deeper into her mouth, caressing the head and shaft of his hot dick with her wet tongue. His moans became louder and more constant as she increased her pace, taking him harder and deeper into her, screaming in ecstasy as he felt her hands push his legs wider apart and begin to stroke his aching balls. My Girl and the Hotel Lobby My girlfriend, Lizzie, was a blonde standing about 5'6". She wasn't an anorexic bitch like many other girls those days, but rather had a voluptuous body capable of sporting quite proportionally her finest feature - D cup breasts. We had been going out for about 6 months and had decided to visit colleges together. We scraped together some money and booked a room in the Sheraton hotel near the schools we were planning to visit. Needless to say, with her being 18 and me 18 we didn't get much time alone from our parents. Three days in a hotel room together was like heaven. I had always been a breast man, so Lizzie to me was like hitting the lottery. Because of this, and her relatively adventurous spirit, our sex life had always been great. By the time of this story, however, I noticed sometimes when we laid together after sex she would almost seem distracted, as if she was longing for something more. I never mentioned it, but secretly I worried it had to do with the size of my dick - 5 1/4 inches. Lizzie never said anything to make me think I was inadequate, but I had my suspicions. It began during the second night of our stay. It was about 2 am, and I had both of legs draped over my shoulders, pounding her little pussy. I had bought her these beautiful white 6-inch pumps, which filled out her figure beautifully, along with a white teddy that pronounced the absolute vision of beauty that her breasts were. She wore this as I pounded her cunt, and the sight brought me off very quickly, after only about a minute I grunted and pulled out of her, climbing over to her mouth and blowing my load between her lips. A look of disappointment showed on her face as my cock slipped out of her mouth. "I'm sorry, babe. You just look so hot in that." She smiled up at me weakly, saying, "I know." She slipped off the bed graciously, picking up the ice bucket. "I'm going to get some ice to cool me down." she said, grinning back at me as she slipped on a thin robe over her lingerie. "Don't bother with that, go in what you're wearing now." She laughed at me, shaking her head as she walked out. I sighed, standing up in front of the full-length mirror naked. I cupped my softening cock in my hand, rubbing the head gently and looking. I was both small and uncircumcised - not the prettiest looking dick in the world, let's say. I shook my head, sighing as I looked down at it, wishing there was something I could do. I started to stroke my cock harder, hoping somehow that increased stamina would compensate for physical size. --- I walked down the hallway with the ice bucket swinging at my side. The click clack of my pumps was audible even on the carpeted hallway floor. Sean was a very enthusiastic lover, especially at first, he had done things to me no other guys had ever considered doing. But the sex was becoming more of a chore for me than anything else. I was becoming annoyed at myself for thinking these thoughts, but I could not help them coming to my mind. I reached the door to the ice machine and walked inside, bending over the machine to fill up the bucket. As I finished filling up the bucket I heard a loud whistle behind me. My head spun around and noticed the two men standing in the doorway. Their grins were almost as wide as their faces as I realized that they could see just about everything when I bent over like that. I quickly turned crimson and composed myself. "Excuse Me," I mumbled softly, looking to leave. One of them just shook his head and smiled. "Not everyday are you beholden to such beauty. I like the outfit you've got on." I smiled and brushed some hair out of my face nervously. "Thanks," I mumbled, realizing I was only clad in a robe and the lingerie underneath. "How about a peek for two lucky guys? I cannot rightly let such an opportunity pass me by." The two grinned from ear to ear as they eyed the tie on my robe. I was ready with an authoritative "no" when I glanced down and noticed the bulges in their pants. Those cocks looked like they were literally going to break through the fabric of their shorts; they both had to be absolutely huge. My hands unconsciously slipped down to the robe with my eyes switching from cock to cock. I smiled and mumbled, "What harm can a look do?" I nervously untied my robe and held it wide open for their inspection. My breasts were literally overflowing the lingerie I had on, with my nipples almost clearly visible. The item was nearly transparent and you could see quite a bit from even a quick look. I watched both cocks twitch in their pants and noticed my breathing had become substantially rapid and shallow. I quickly returned to my senses and pulled the robe shut, slipping past them with a smile and an excuse for my rapid departure. "Same time tomorrow night, then, darlin!" one of them called back to me. I felt a nervous flutter in my body just thinking of what could happen the next time. -------------------------------------------------- That next evening Sean did all he could to please me, but my thoughts were elsewhere. I leaned back in his arms as he gently fondled my breasts and kissed my neck. Normally by this time I was writhing in his grasp, but I simply felt disinterested tonight, and he noticed. "What's the matter?" he whispered into my ear. "Nothing. I'm just sore, that's all." "Well, I could help you with that, if you wan-" "No, I'm fine." My eyes drifted absently to the clock at the wall, and I noticed that it was the same time that I had met those two men in the passageway the night before. A swell of heat passed through me immediately as I remembered the previous night. I found myself, for no reason that I can ever explain, up on my feet and heading towards the door. "You know, babe, I think I'll go to the spa. They can help me down there...I'm just sore, that's it." I stumbled over my sentences as I slipped into the bathroom to look myself over in the mirror. "Ok, darlin." he called from the bedroom, sounding disappointed, "I think I'll try and get some sleep; I have that interview early tomorrow." "Ok, night babe. I'm gonna head out in a few." Dressed only in my high white colored pumps I leaned over the bathroom sink to steady myself and stop my hands from shaking. What was wrong with me? I couldn't even believe I was actually thinking about playing into their desires. I shook my head, looking over towards the door where I could see a reflection of my lover laying on the bed, his hand stroking his cock - and until that moment I had never really admitted myself that it was a cock that was simply inadequate. In a flash I had thrown a robe over myself and grabbed the ice bucket and was headed for the door. But before I closed it, I stopped and felt an overwhelming urge. I pulled the robe off my body, tossing it just inside the door and began to walk down the corridor in nothing but the platforms on my feet. My nipples were hard as rocks and my pussy was dripping down the side of my thigh as I walked down the corridor, my body bare for all to see. Fortunately, or unfortunately I suppose, no one was in the hallway at this time to see. I really didn't care anymore - I wanted to be appreciated, ogled..and most of all, ravaged. I turned the corner and walked into the room that had the ice machine. I bent over the ice machine, putting down the bucket and pressing the button to fill it with ice. As I finished, I heard a whistle from behind me. I smiled to myself, and turned around to see the two men I had met the night before. "Hello, boys." They both stood dumbfounded in the doorway, their eyes shifting back and forth from my full pert breasts down to my bare pussy, which was at this point the source of a trail of dripping liquid down my thigh. I grinned, ear to ear, looking at both of them with a stare full of unbridled sexuality. I leaned back against the ice machine, arching my back and sliding my hands down my body. "Do you like what you see? Isn't this what you've been dreaming of with your big, thick cocks out?" I licked my lips, looking down to the massive, and I mean massive, bulges in their pants. One of them grinned, and looked at his friend "This is one hot bitch." The other guy nodded and they started over towards me, one on each side. They took up position on either side of me and gently began to rub my stomach, just below my breasts. My body trembled and I shut my eyes, not willing to admit what was happening, and how I was feeling about it. I had never been this hot in my life; I felt my whole body burn with some unstoppable and irrational fire. "I guess her man isn't enough for her.," he said as he gently cupped my right tit in his hand. I let out a gentle moan, and felt his friend follow his example with the other one. "Don't worry, darlin, we have more than enough for you." Both of them leaned over and took my nipples into their mouths. I let out a little squeal and screwed my eyes shut. I felt like a mother suckling two babies. Their tongues worked over my nipples in circles and their hands gently squeezed and caressed my breasts. I arched my back, pressing my tits up into their faces, my hips gyrating slowly to their rhythm. It only took about a minute of all this for me to lose all sense of control, and I just let the bliss I was feeling wash over my entire body. The leader of the two stopped and removed his mouth from my right tit and took me by the hand. The two of them led me out of side room and brought me over to the lobby by the elevators, motioning me towards the couch. I flashed back immediately to reality when I realized that anyone coming off those elevators would see me naked with two men, and there could be no mistaking our intentions. Seeing my hesitation, he gently pushed me down on the couch, and cupped my breast again. "We're going to give you what your little man can't." He stood up and they both stood before me. "Take out our cocks." I bit my lip and looked at the bulges in their pants. I knew I could stop myself, and it could have ended there and everything would have been all right. But I didn't. I moved my hands to their zippers and lowered them together, my apprehension boiling inside me. I reached inside their pants and gripped a hold of the two hardest pricks I had ever felt. I drew them out of their pants and gasped as they came into view. In each of my hands I held a big white cock at least 9 inches long, and so thick that they were difficult to handle. They were both uncircumcised, unlike John, and the purple heads stood out large and proud, dripping with fluid. I stared, mesmerized as I slowly began to stroke them in each hand. "Man enough for you?" "They're huge. I don't think I could take them." I felt a thrill run through my body as I realized that I fully intended to have both of these cocks inside me tonight. "I'm sure we'll fill you up real nice. Now why don't you have a little taste?" I immediately complied, moving my lips to his cockhead, and gently licking the tip, tasting the precum on his cock. I pulled back slightly and licked my lips, looking up at him with my desire evident in my eyes. I moved forward and gently slipped the head of his cock between my lips, wrapping them around his warm, hard cock. He was so big that it hurt my jaw to take him in, but I was determined to suck this cock - forever, and as many times as he wanted. It was then that I realized something that I had secretly dreaded for many years - I was a slut. I knew John loved me, but I felt no guilt even with some total stranger's cock in my mouth. If John couldn't satisfy me with his tiny little cock, then I didn't love him back - I couldn't love him back. All I loved in my life was cock, and to feel it inside me. I knew from then on I would be with John, but only if he was man enough to share me with as many men as I wanted. I wanted black cock, and white cock, big cock and huge cock. I wanted 2, 3, 4, 10 men at a time. I wanted men to be waiting for their turns in a seedy motel as I collected money from them; I wanted them to tie me up and to treat me like their little whore. And if he wasn't willing to share, then I'd just find someone else to take me to dinner. I wanted him to feel humiliated for not being enough of a man, I didn't care if he came out of the room looking for me - in fact, I wanted him to watch me take this man's cum into my little pussy - I knew I wouldn't rest until it was in there. I moved my head forward, letting out a moan on his cock, sliding a few more inches into my mouth. It stretched my mouth and I could feel myself nearly gagging by the time I had swallowed half of his prick. I continued to stroke the other man's huge member as his friend stuffed my mouth with meat. I heard a bell and then voices, and I glanced over unconcerned with this strange man's dick in my mouth. Three men had just gotten off the elevator, apparently from the same party these two had been at. They began hollering, congratulating their friends on their recent conquest and asking if there was any room for some more dick. I took my mouth off his dick and said "There's always room for more cock in my little pussy." I heard them cheer as I again filled my mouth with the man's cock. Two of them were black, adding color to the event, I thought to myself. I moved off the leader's cock, now covered and dripping with my saliva, and began to treat his friend to some of what he had been getting. His cock tasted different, but no less sweet than the other. I saw the three men had undressed and were slowing stroking their cocks. One was average, with the other probably just about 7", but the third man, one of the black men, had a cock even bigger than the first two I had met - it had to be at least 10" long. I moaned around the cock in my mouth when my eyes settled on it, and I couldn't seem to stop looking even as I serviced the two men in front of me, switching every minute or so. Soon the men began stepping in and out of position, and I began trading off and sucking their cocks, until I reached the biggest one of them all. I was intimidated for a minute, and began to give a rather scared blowjob. He grabbed the back of my hair and slowly began to force more of his cock into my mouth, until I had gotten about 5" of his dick into my mouth. I began to go wild, sucking and slurping his dick and humming on it. His moans started to increase as I did my very best to make him shoot his black seed into my mouth. The guys began to cheer him while I sucked, and the other two newcomers bent down and started to suck and caress my tits. My long blonde hair started to shake and fly everywhere as I redoubled my efforts. I felt like I was going to cum by just sucking him, it was the wildest and best feeling I ever had in my entire life. I felt his cock start to swell and I heard a primal cry come from his throat. Then I felt it - torrents of hot cum exploding into my mouth. It was so much cum that I couldn't take it all and it began to wash down the front of my face and drip onto the carpet. I removed his dick from my mouth, gently licking the tip. I took a finger and started to clean the cum from my chin, gently sucking on my finger and swallowing the cum as the men beneath me continued to suck my tits. The guy I had just finished with collapsed backwards into one of the chairs, looking totally exhausted. I was very proud of myself for the blowjob I had just given - probably the best of my life. Their leader grinned down at me. "I think it's time we show you just how much you've been missing." He leaned me back on the sofa and spread my legs, my clear platform heels dangling gracefully in the air as he positioned himself to enter my pussy. "Oh please fuck me! I need your big, hard cock! Please, please please get that cock in me!" I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth; I was a slut for his cock. "Tell me you're my little whore. Tell me that you want my big cock in you." "IM YOUR WHORE! IM YOUR LITTLE WHORE! I NEED YOUR COCK! PLEASE FUCK ME! FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM! FUUUUUUUCK ME!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, no longer caring if anyone heard me, but I just needed his cock. I felt him penetrate me, driving half his cock into me on the first thrust. I screamed and slammed my hips up against his prick, trying to drive it all the way in. He slid it all the way in, filling me completely. I had never felt like a woman until that very moment. He pulled out and began to pound my pussy, hammering in and out faster and faster. He pounded me so hard that my tits looked like they were going to fall over my shoulders and off my body, each thrust knocked me halfway off the couch and rocked my entire body. I had never felt so satisfied in my entire life. The other black man turned my head to the side and shoved his cock into my mouth, which I accepted greedily and sucked on like a woman possessed. I had never felt so filled, and so loved. I knew I would never again be able to have just one man, and I was dreaming of all the cocks I'd have inside me when I heard him scream. I couldn't sleep. I found Lizzie's distant behavior lately to be very odd, and thinking about it was keeping me awake. I lay naked on the bed, rubbing my soft cock, trying desperately to recapture the feelings of the previous night with her. I sighed, throwing on a robe. I needed to take a walk somewhere and calm my nerves. Maybe I could go down to the spa and talk to her, or maybe I'll just go sit at the bar for a while. I stepped out of the door and making sure I had my room key, I closed it behind me. My slippered feet padded down the hallway, and just as I began to reach the twist at the end I heard a scream. "IM YOUR WHORE! IM YOUR LITLE WHORE! I NEED YOUR COCK! PLEASE FUCK ME! FILL ME WIH YOUR CUM! FUUUUUUCK ME!" I knew the voice. My knees felt weak and I gripped the wall to hold me up. It felt like an unbelievable weight had just struck me in the chest, and I was left gasping for air despite the lack of any sort of physical exertion. My Lizzie. I pulled myself along the wall, half wanting to run back to the room, and half wanting to look and disprove my suspicions. I pulled my way to the edge of the wall, and closing my eyes I peeked around the bend. I opened my eyes into the only sight in the world that could sink my heart. Sounds of squishing and slapping filled my ears, and I looked over to see my beautiful Lizzie on the couch with her legs spread wide, a strange man between her legs with his manhood inside her. I had always imagined what it would be like and what I would feel if I caught Lizzie cheating on me, but the sensations were nothing like I had expected. My whole body felt like it was crushed under some incredible weight, and my stomach swam over itself in a wave of nausea. I could not tear my eyes away from the scene in front of me. I had always imagined Lizzie cheating on me in the dead of the night when I was coming home from meeting the guys. I could see the scene I pictured in my head many times, the lights off, Lizzie with her legs wrapped around her old boyfriend under the covers, gentle moans coming from her lips. This would have been bad enough, but the scene I saw was unimaginably worse. Lizzie was completely naked in a hotel floor lobby, right next to the elevators so any man coming to his room would have a fair shot at fucking her too. Her 6" platform heels that I bought her were dangling in the air, her thighs spread obscenely for the man with his cock in her. The couch was sideways to me, so I had a view of the entire show. I saw the man plunging in and out of her cunt, driving her back against the sofa, her breasts bouncing and rocking. Her head was lolled to the side, her eyes fixed on the man fucking her but her lips wrapped around a thick black cock, sucking him off like a porn star. Another black man sat in a chair, stroking probably the biggest cock I had ever seen in my life dripping with cum. Lizzie's face was splattered with cum, so I could only assume that that cock had been in my girlfriend's mouth and exploded on her face. Another naked man returned from down the hallway, his cock a good 8" long and very hard. To my horror I realized he had a video camera, and began filming my Lizzie fucking and sucking a group of men in a hotel lobby. My Girl and the Hotel Lobby The leader suddenly stopped and withdrew from her, eliciting a protest from Lizzie until she saw the reason. The black man in the chair had stroked himself hard again and was now preparing to enter her. I moaned when I saw the man's huge cock over my pussy. I had barely fit it in my mouth and now it was going to be inside me. But there was nothing I wanted more in the world at that moment. I felt him begin to sink in to my pussy, inch by inch. I let out a long cry of delight as I felt him filling me up. I moaned and cried out to him "Ohhh, fuuuuuuuck. You're twice as big as my boyfriend...Uhhhhh...I think he's going to need to learn to sh-aaaaare." I moaned loudly as I felt him start sliding the rest of the way in. "You're twice as big as my boyfriend.." the words ricocheted around in my head, and for the first time I saw that I was not neglectful, but truly crippled in my attempts to sate my love's desires. I saw another elevator arrive with a few more of their friends who immediately began unzipping and standing in line to get their cocks into my Lizzie. It was finally the sight of a large black cock sinking into my Lizzie's pussy that sent me running off down the hallway. I heard the cries of encouragement and awe from the men as his big black prick stretched my cunt to a near breaking point - it must have looked obscenely large to anyone viewing it from another angle. This was nothing like fucking John, he always started far too gently and demurely and his cock didn't even feel half as good as this one did inside me. I felt his weight fall on me as he began to thrust his obscenely large cock into my stretched little pussy. It felt like being impaled by a baseball bat, and every time his cock thrust back into me I felt my body burn as waves of ecstasy passed through me. I could feel every vein in this black monster pressing up inside me, threatening to explode in me at any time. Another black cock was re-inserted into my mouth, muffling my cries. My platform-clad feet dangling helplessly over this strange man's shoulders, his every movement a visceral violation of my person. It was then I realized just how much I loved to fuck. My Girl and the Volleyball Party Tuesday evenings seemed different recently, but I couldn't figure out why. Tuesday nights she came home later than usual from her work bar tending at a volleyball club in the past month or so, she was getting much better tips than usual, and she came into bed really horny. This Tuesday I lay in bed awaiting her excited entrance to bed, imagining all kinds of reasons why she'd come in so excited—and when she did this evening, rolling over away from me to my surprise, I wasn't having that. My hard on was raging, and I rolled her over to her back and climbed on top, giving her a big smooch and spreading her thighs—those incredibly firm but creamy 23 year old athletic thighs and positioned my dick at her wonderful slit, into which I slipped right in, right into an entirely swollen, spread, stretched out, cum-filled pussy. "What the hell?" I said. I pulled out and looked down at her now tearstained face. "Honey, honey—what happened?" I was surprised, shocked, and even more turned on that I had been prior. "I have to tell you something," she said between tears—"and can you forgive me?" "I guess you do," I replied—"and I do, I promise." "Well, it began a few weeks ago—there became a new Tuesday night regular group of guys, from a nearby office, who were making this their boys night, playing a few hours and drinking a few more. It's dead in there those nights—they are usually the only ones there, and their tips kept getting better as we got friendlier—and as I got more flirty. It was two older guys—upper forties, big and strong and bossy guys—and two young guys, like interns or something." "Last week they came in to the bar very worked up—they'd just gotten a major new client, a big contract, and were psyched. They put down three hundred dollar bills, and said 'tonight, honey, we want a topless waitress—you don't mind do you?'" "Well you know how totally stressed out we've been about money, and I'd already helped myself to a few drinks, and before I knew it I said sure- and boy was it fun. I couldn't tell you, I was so ashamed, but they never stopped staring and it got me so hot." "Then tonight—well tonight—maybe it is easier for you to understand if you watch for yourself. I grabbed the security video of the bar before I left, and as you'll watch you'll realize why." She turned on the video, and I saw her come out to the guys—already topless! "I couldn't help myself" she whispered to me, "It was so fun last time, and the tips!" I saw the excitement and hunger in their eyes, and then I saw the big boss's desire to up the stakes. "Hey hon," he said., —"tonight the skirt needs to come off too," —and puts down another three hundreds. My honey pretended to hesitate and blushed—"I don't know guys, that's a lot to ask, what do you think I am?" He put down another two hundreds, and before you knew it off came the skirt—revealing only a g-string. She'd come prepared for this possibility. Now the hungry eyes became hungrier, and the stares more unrelenting. She delivered them drinks, bending over to show the curve of her ass and the sway of her tits—and how could they resist patting that beautiful ass, even running hands up and down those thighs I love so much. They bought her a shot, then another—and I could see what was happening—her excitement was rising fast, and her inhibitions crashing. Then came a moment that completely churned my insides—when the big boss said to her, "hey honey, did you know Tom here, he's a virgin." I looked from the video to her face, and caught her eye—it has always been a fantasy of hers to initiate a virgin boy in her loins. Then I saw her say something that made my stomach flip—"well something really needs to be done about that, doesn't it?" She walked back to the bar and seemed to hesitate—and then as if summoning her courage, she threw down another shot and strutted back out to the guys. The big boss caught her eye and called her over. "A thousand bucks if you deflower this poor young guy." She hesitated only a moment, before replying in a trembling voice—"I'll take it—but so you know, I was going to do it for free." Then she walked over to Tom, gave him a kiss on his head and pulled up his chin: "is this something you want, Tom?" He eyed her up and down, and gulped. "YES." She turned away from his, gave a little bend and looked backwards—"you think you'd like this," pointing to her beautiful sexy body. "YES." She then climbed onto the table, turning onto her back, lifted up her knees, and scooted her ass to the edge of the table. I looked back at her, more excited watching this than ever I'd been, and she nods at me: "Can you believe this?" "Tom, you'll have to pull off my g string first—can you do that?" She eyed him, and lifted her butt as he reached down and grabbed the string around her waist and pulled them off her crotch, and out of her ass, where they'd become deeply embedded. It became evident as he pulled them up her long legs and over her kicked up feet how wet they were—she was ready and eager for this. He stood back to enjoy the view, and she spread her legs wide enough for all four guys to enjoy. Her fabulous pussy was on full display, engorged, pink and red and shiny, lips already spreading of their own accord, thighs wet with anticipation. "Come on Tom, show me what you got." He dropped his shorts, and she took a breath—"oh Tom, you're going to make a lot of girls very happy." His dick was fully erect and a good nine inches long—it was impressive I could see right away, couldn't help but note how much longer it was than my own. She reached for it, giving it a pull or two, and his knees almost seemed to buckle right then but he pulled it together, and she did what I know she loves to dream of doing—guiding this virgin's cock to her beautiful cleft, rubbing its head up and down her slippery slit, bringing it to press hard against her clit, to which she responded with a throaty moan and squirm of her ass, something everyone watching took close observation of, before then moving that cock head down to her blossoming lips and pulled it into position. "Now Tom," she whispered, "now, push it in, slowly." And he did—pushing it in inch by inch, until it was half, maybe two third inside her, when he slowed to a stop—unsure. She moaned again, writhed that butt of hers, and pulled herself up to look him in the eye—"now, all the way, give me all of it," and he responded with a deep thrust all the way in, pausing for a moment, only to hear her say now, now, now fuck me. He pulled back, pushed back, and groaned "ohhhhhh" as he ejaculated his boyish cum deep into her womb. Embarrassed, he pulled himself out and backed away. Everyone paused for a moment, unsure what came next—and then their eyes went to my honey, still lying on her back, thighs spread wide, and squirming still. The big boss didn't hesitate any longer: "you know Steve hasn't had much experience either, and I think maybe we can squeeze him in to, if that is ok with you hon?" She looked up, and said "yes, oh yes, I need more, come to me Steve." Steve didn't hesitate, and inserted himself right in, but lasted only a little bit longer, before withdrawing himself, cum still spurting onto her lips and pubes. My beautiful blonde girl wasn't done—I could see that squirming ass writhing on that table, saw her hand slip down to her crack and her finger begin to stroke her clit, and then heard her moan—"I need a man, a real man, to fuck my pussy hard." I looked over at my sweet girl lying in bed next to me watching as avidly as I was- and she nodded. "God did I need it right then," she whispered to me. I could only nod as my cock throbbed harder. The big boss man—six feet four, probably, 45 and broad shouldered stepped right up and dropped his shorts, to show a veined, thick, long cock—so much bigger than my own, and looked down at her: "I know what you need, honey, I know exactly what you need." "Oh yes, oh yes, oh please, please, please," she whimpered. He entered her swiftly, then leaned back and grabbed her legs by the insider of her knees to push them hard up to her tits, giving him full and deep access to her cunt, and giving her full access to her clit. "Go ahead and frig yourself honey—you deserve this too." She didn't need any persuading, and I saw her stroke herself hard as he pumped vigorously, in and out, in and out, deeper and deeper, for what seemed like forever and heard her moans then screams "yes- yes- yes- oh god oh god oh god oh god" and then I saw her legs kick and her chest lift and her spasms rip through her and he groaned to and sank and shot his cum deep into my beautiful girl's lovely beloved tender pussy. "Was it over yet," I wondered. I looked over at her with that query on my mind, and she read it quickly—and shook her head with a downward glance, embarrassed, struggling with a bit of shame. "I'm sorry," she whispered, "I was so excited." The other older guy stepped up—another big strong volleyball playing fifty year something, who reeked a bit of testosterone and woman-handling. I saw her look up at him, and then down at his raging hard-on—and noticing as she did on the video that it was already lubed up with some kind of Vaseline or something. I then swallowed deeply as I heard her gasp and say "Oh Joe, are you going to fuck my ass with that dick of yours? How did you know I love that?" "If it is ok with you, sweetie, I'd prefer a fresher hole." She lifted herself, starting to roll over to present him with her butt, when he said with a bit of growl, "I want to see every part of you, sweetie, as I fuck that sweet ass of yours. Just lie flat." He lifted her legs even higher to bring her bottom hole into line with that lubed up cock, and I could see how much he enjoyed, as I enjoyed on video, seeing her beautiful pussy, gorgeous tits, and open mouthed gasp as he began to penetrate her butt. Her face contorted, her eyes rolled back, and a gurgling sound emerged. I could see her gritting her teeth with the concentration required to relax herself, and then could here her grunting out the words "slow, slow, hold on, hold on, wait, ok, ok now, ok more, wait, ok, wait, now, now, now" and I saw him follow her every direction until he was fully, deeply, embedded in her tightest hole. She put out her hand, "hold on"—and reached again for her clit, rubbing it hard, then harder still, having him wait—and then I saw her face relax a bit more, her eyes come back into focus, and look up into his eyes—"now, fuck me, fuck my ass- FUCK ME HARD." He didn't have to be told again, and before a moment more elapsed he was fucking my sweetie's ass as if it were a cunt, deep, long and hard strokes, faster and faster, harder and harder, as she kept rubbing her clit with all her might and then bam—they both came with full force. Joe lifted himself off of her, and leaned back first, then back into give her a kiss. "Thank you sweetie—that was wonderful." He stepped away, and there remained a last long look at her lying on the table, legs slack, thighs apart, her own juices and the cum of four men running and pooling in her slit and on the table below—and I could see her smile as she said "you guys are my best customers," before pulling herself up and walking over to collect her clothes. I turned off the video—and looked back to my sweetie. "You're not mad, you promise?" she asked me. "No—I'm not, I'm just so hot for you right now." More relaxed now, she pulled me on top of her. "Just don't take too long, honey. I'm a little bit sore." I didn't take long at all. My Girl Ann Here she was, sucking and slurping on my eight inch cock like she was going to suck the sheets up my ass. She couldn't seem to get enough of my man meat. Jerking, sucking, and moaning like a sex starved nymph. After about ten minutes of this intense blow job, I couldn't hold back, I had to blow and her beautiful face was my target. Load after load I emptied on her face, till I plastered her face in my cum. My load painted her nose, cheeks and lips. She scooped it off with her fingers and slurped on her cum covered digits like a child sucking on an all day lollipop and smiling while she licked her lips clean. Ann is a hot twenty one year old, brunette, standing five feet four with tits as firm as cantaloupe and an ass to die for. She was my slut to fuck and use at my discretion. We had been together for three years and we never get tired of sex. We have tried all kinds of sex, group, and light bondage, public, and my favorite, anal. Ann loves when I let a small group of strange men fuck her senseless. Ann is not just my partner in life she is my sex toy and we just love it that way. Once we went to a biker rally one weekend and She and I, let ten bikers fuck her hot body till cum leaked out of every hole she had. They went at her all night. They double and triple teamed her. They passed her around like she was their fuck doll, and she was, and she loved every minute of it. They made me lick her cunt clean, and then I got to fuck her till I came deep into her raw cunt. I've even watched her fuck three black men at the same time with their huge black cocks one night in a bar. She played pool with them and made a bet with one that if he ran the table on her she would let them all fuck her. The table was run and they fucked her all over the pool room for the next four hours. Other guys came in to watch, some got blow jobs the bartender got to fuck her ass. Ann sucked me off, all the way home. When I pulled into the driveway I blew a huge load down her already raw throat. Ann will drop and suck me off anytime I ask her to. Once we got busted in a wooded park and the cop got the blowjob of his lifetime. He also handcuffed her and shoved his nightstick up her tight ass before he fucked her in her hot ass with his hard cock. Ann loves anal, and loves to show off her hot body in mini's without undies, and never wears a bra, nor does she need one with her hard firm large tits. Ann also loves to rim my asshole and tongue fuck me. She says it makes her feel closer and more intimate with me. I love to squat over her beautiful face and feel her penetrate me with her tongue, lick my ass, and suck on my nut sack. She sometimes jerks me off so I blow my load of cum all over her firm tits. I love to message the hot sticky load into her tit flesh. You may call her a slut but we both laugh knowing she is my slut. She has even brought home another woman for us to share. Ann is the woman of my dreams and we love each other deeply. We just don't share society's view of normal sex. We don't hold each other prisoner in our relationship. We don't claim ownership, but we do claim devotion to each other. Ann is now licking my ass and getting me hard all over again. I feel the need to blow another load deep inside her as I guide her into the doggie position so I can fuck her ass raw tonight. She looks over her shoulder with a smile and licks her lips and whispers, "I am your slut slave, now fuck me hard." I pull her long hair and drive my cock deep into her ass in one stroke and she cries out in pain and pleasure. This is going to be a hot sweaty night of wanton sex. As for you my dear readers, this is just the beginning. With you I will share our tales. This is just a taste. You may say Ann is now our slut! My Girl At A Frat Party Sarah was a good friend of my girlfriend. They had been friends throughout high school, and were now good friends in college. Sarah came down to stay with Jeni (my girlfriend) for a weekend. They had planned to just do some shopping and a little bit of partying. Jeni and I had been dating quite some time. We had a wonderful sex life together, in part because both of us enjoyed being kinky, though Jeni was shy. I had taken her virginity at 17 as far as I know she has only been with me since we dated since 15 and now we are 23. You name it, we did it. She had nice long brown hair and great tits with a perfect tan. I decided to go with Jeni to a frat party they were going to. I know that Jeni was just going because Sarah wanted to go. Of course I was let in since I brought the chicks with me. Jeni wore a revealing v neck and short skirt, I loved her dressing. She wore high heels, with stockings up to her beautiful thighs. Sarah also dressed sexy tonight with a strapless shirt. Jeni caught me looking at Sarah a couple times during the night but didn't say anything. It was to be expected with Sarah's nipples poking out of her shirt, the girl had to want to be looked at. Both of them were drinking quite a bit, Sarah especially. I hadn't seen Jeni for awhile and was ready to leave. I went and told Sarah that I was looking for my girlfriend to leave. She got in close to me and rubbed herself against me. I was enjoying it but knew I shouldn't do such a thing, I know Jeni is faithful and so am I. Sarah told me Jeni went up to use the bathroom I went upstairs and heard some moaning going on. I quickened my pace because I did not want Jeni exposed to others doing these things. My curiosity got me though and I looked into the door. There was party music going on, and dim lights. Once my eyes adjusted I saw three guys and a girl. IT was my girlfriend jeni! I was so mad I didn't know what to do. No one saw me standing there, and no one noticed. I then started to feel something I never thought would happen in this case, I got a hard on. I stood watching for a minute as my girlfriend who had only been with me, so I thought, expertly handled three dicks. One in her mouth, one in her hand, and one in her ass! The guy she was giving head to was pulling her hair thrusting his dick deep into her mouth. I wanted to help her but she was enjoying it, and besides she didn't look like she was being forced. I was very angry but the anger was transferred into a hard on of excitement. I watched as the guy in the back rammed her ass with his dick of my sweet little Jeni. He was grabbing her tits and pulling on them as he fucked her ass. The guy in front said he was going to cum, and shot a load all over her face, she caught it with her hands and licked it up off the floor what had spilled. My girl spoke "how did you like that blow job Ron? Was it nice? Did your little fuckslut give you a nice spunkjob? Maybe you can assfuck your little ho." So dirty for my sweetheart! The guy in her ass pulled out and moved to her mouth. He fucked her mouth so hard I thought she would pass out. Hearing her slurp and moan was too much for the other guy. He came while she gave him a hand job, all over my sweety. Then one of the guys girlfriends walked in, I thought she would be angry, but instead she started making out with my girlfriend! Never did I think she would do this, here she was making out with this girl as three guys jerked off watching her. The girl bent her on all fours and placed a strap on up my girl's pussy! Jeni even sucked the strap on, and got fucked by the girl with it on! She loved being the center of attention. I went downstairs to find Sarah. I was very uninhibited and horny and angry right now. She was very drunk by now. I told her we need to fuck. She said great. I took her outside and laid her on the lawn and ripped her clothes off. I placed her on the ground firmly "fuck me, fuck me fuck me" she said. "Fuck your little whore, fuck your girlfriend's best friend. Use me like the cock-sucking bitch I am. Fuck my asshole and my pussy, cum in me now you fucker! I am so slutty!" I put my cock in her immediately and started thrusting. It felt so good. What a fuck she was. I have never had such a good fuck. She was so tight and slippery. "fuck your cunt, this is your little bitchy cunt, fuck it good" I took a risk and pulled out of her pussy and slipped in her ass all at once, she gasped and then started moaning "fuck your little asswhore" she said, I kept fucking her and looked up and it was my girlfriend!! "What are you doing?????!!" she asked. I thought that she was going to go nuts, but instead she said "why can't I please my boyfriend, and fuck my best friend too?" That was it, I shot my load in Sarah with no protection. My girlfriend quickly started licking it out of her pussy. After it was done they started swapping my cum while French kissing each other. After they each swallowed half, Sarah suggested we go fuck each other at my apartment, and then sleep with each other, and fuck each other again. what a great weekend this would be... Jeni then asked me on the way to the car "did you like watching your slutty girlfriend fuck the frat guys?" My Girl at the Paying Guests Tanya was Tom's college girlfriend. Tom could remember that on the first day of college the seniors stood in a circle around her, asking her questions like whether she ever participated in a modeling contest, etc. She was that hot. Standing at 5'9", an inch shorter than Tom, Tanya was slim with firm round breasts, the kind which shows a lot of skin on the sides when she's wearing a swimsuit. There's barely an ounce of fat on her, she does yoga regularly and is extremely conscious about what she eats. The first time he saw her, Tom rather crudely remarked, 'That's one tight piece of ass.' Within two years Tom managed to claim her as his. Their college was pretty new, it was in a remote area, most people from the nearby areas haven't even heard of it. Most students there were totally inexperienced on how to make a girl go wild. It wasn't hard to capture her heart by putting on a charming smile and puppy dog eyes in alteration. Tanya turned out to be a very sweet girl, never argued, always did what people told her to do. After their exams were over they decided one day to go out for a movie. Tom picked her up from her paying guests apartment (their college didn't have a hostel yet) and they went to the lakeside, then to a movie. It was all very romantic and in the dark movie hall Tom had fun pressing his hands on her breasts underneath her thin top (Tom forbid her to wear a bra) and tweaked her nipples still she gasped in pain. The whole time Tom couldn't let his mind, or fingers, off her nipples protruding from underneath her shirt. They got back to her apartment pretty early. She lived with a couple of other girls there, with the landlords being a very strict family living upstairs who made the rule that no boys were to allowed. Well rules were meant to be broken. The rest of the girls were still out. They quietly crept inside. Tanya barely closed the door shut before Tom pulled her and threw her on the bed, pulling himself upon her. They shared a deep kiss, her sweet tongue swirling against his. Tom squeezed her perfect breasts. Pulling her jeans down he groped at her tight tight ass and parted her panties to pump at her wet pussy. Tom got up to search for a condom in his bag. He turned to watch her grinning at him with horny eyes. He growled softly, 'I'll tear your clothes away today.' Just then the door swung open. Tom ducked under the opposite bed and Tanya pulled her shirt down as far as she could. The old landlady Mrs. Trim walked in, carrying a pregnancy test strip. Looking at her state she said, 'Oh this is fine my child. This won't take long. The others did theirs in the morning when you were out.' The Trims were a queer lot. Mrs. Trim in her late 50s had a weird idea that peeing on pregnancy strips doesn't work, one had to cum on them. She would take all the girls one by one to the toilet, make them masturbate and cum on the stick while she would supervise, to see that no one was just pouring some water on it and showing it to her. She let the girls do it on their own when they first came there, but after one month she started her job as the supervisor. The girls found her staring to be uncomfortable and the whole time she kept saying 'you are just like a daughter to me' was plain simple creepy. Mrs. Trim pulled up Tanya's shirt and jabbed the stick inside her pussy, with Tanya giving a little yelp in surprise. 'Oh don't worry, you're like a daughter to me' went Mrs. Trim, totally business-like, 'now go on rub yourself'. She hadn't spotted Tom under the opposite bed. Tanya stole a glance at Tom and then started rubbing herself slowly. She went red, clearly embarrassed. Mrs. Trim went, 'oh silly girl do your job fast' and held Tanya's hand and plunged her old fingers in her pussy. 'See like this,' and her fingers went in and out of her pussy. Tanya tried to push her hand back but she swatted her hand away. 'While I'm doing the inside, you rub on the outside,' and guided Tanya's hand to the area around her pussy. Tanya never said anything about Mrs. Trim participating, she was too embarrassed, Tom guessed, but he was rock-hard, his dick was totally pulsating on its own, wanting to explode. 'Honey where's the...oh?!!' Mr. Trim entered the room and spotted the activities. Tanya pulled down on her shirt again. Mrs. Trim said, 'darling I told you not to enter during test times.' The spot of a hot young girl with a body as tight as a super-model had an effect on Mr. Trim. He came forward. 'Now Tanya, don't be shy because of me. You are like a daughter to me. I need my wife for this thing so hurry up.' Mrs. Trim lifted Tanya's shirt up from her pussy again. 'yes do hurry up.' Mr. Trim removed Mrs. Trim's hands from Tanya's pussy and said, 'honey I've had more experience with women. Look this is how you do this.' and jabbed his large old finger inside Tom's girlfriend's pussy. 'Oh my!' Tanya squealed out loud, as Mr. Trim started roaming around her already dripping pussy. Mrs. Trim went to pat Tanya on the head 'You were always excellent, shame I lost interest in sex. See Tanya, he is still the same.' Mr. Trim's dick started to rise in his pajamas. 'This also helps,' said Mr. Trim, pushing his hand underneath Tanya's ass, and squeezing her tight hot ass.' Stand up.' Tanya stood up from the bed. Mr. Trim ordered her to put one foot on the bed, so her pussy was wide open, Mrs. Trim still holding the stick in her pussy. Mr. Trim pummeled his fingers in her pussy, the other hand roaming over the contours of her ass, delving into the cleft of her ass and pulling the cheeks apart. Mrs. Trim ordered sharply 'Come on Tanya be fast' and suddenly spot Tanya's nipples emerging like two little beads from underneath her top. With a sign of remembrance, said, 'oh yes, nipples are sensitive.' With one hand patting her head the other went to her breasts and she tweaked her nipples sharply. Tanya let out a gasp. She was barely holding on. Tom could tell, somehow her embarrassment was all that kept her from cumming. When she usually came she shouts out at the top of her lungs, in front of the Trims that would be embarrassing. Tom was pulling on his own dick, the sight all too good for him. Mr. Trim eyed Mrs. Trim's fingers on Tanya's nipples. He was trying to be as civil as possible, Tom could tell. A young hot girl's ass and pussy was in his hands. Tanya had stopped rubbing herself. 'Don't stop!' he gave her a harsh order and she continued to rub the outside of her pussy, around his hand going in and out. Mr. Trim noticed his voice, and trying to be civil again, cleared his throat and said, 'honey, see that helps but this is going to help more. You rub her ass while I take over the top.' Mrs. Trim went behind Tanya and started rubbing her ass. Mr. Trim held Tanya's top for a second. Their eyes met as Tanya with a last surge of hope gave him a pleading look not to take off her top. Mr. Trip took it off in one swift motion. Tanya's ripe firm breasts were in his view. Swallowing his saliva Mr. Trim managed to make a serious face again and with one hand still in her pussy, the other went up to her breasts. He gave one a good hard squeeze. Mrs. Trim was looking at her ass as she was rubbing it so Mr. Trim leant forward and took the other breast in his mouth while his hand mauled the other one. He twisted one nipple and bit on the other one. Tanya was gasping for air. Mr. Trim licked all over her breast, and then went for the other breast with his tongue. His hand mauling this one now. He was pushing three fingers in and out of her pussy with enormous speed with the stick held in by Mrs. Trim. His raging dick was poking Tanya through his pajamas now. 'Hey Mom the... whoa!' Roy entered, the 20 year old son of the Trims. Tom saw his expression, he looked like he struck gold. 'Now son, this young lady is giving a medical test,' spoke Mrs. Trim. 'Come back later.' Roy's eyes couldn't leave Tanya's body. In fact he was rooted in one position, he could barely move. Mr. Trim massaging one breast, tweaking her nipples, licking the other breast, biting sometimes, his fingers going in and out, in and out of her shaved pussy. Roy was in heaven. Mr. Trim turned back and saw his son and understood what Mrs. Trim couldn't. "honey he could help,' Mr. Trim said. Roy's trance broke and he nodded fast like an obedient robot. Tanya told Tom how sometimes during dinner he would sit next to her and try to flirt with her. At other times he would look at her from a distance with ' hungry starved eyes', Tanya would say. Roy went up to Tanya and couldn't figure out where to touch first. Tanya knew Mr. Trim was in control so she looked at him, pleading silently. Mr. Trim smiled at her, 'Oh Tanya my dear, Roy is like a brother to you. Come Roy and help her.' Roy took some time memorizing Tanya's nude figure. Her dripping pussy, four finger going in and out. Her breasts shining because of Mr. Trim's saliva. Roy put his hand on Tanya's foot, then slowly dragged it upwards, feeling her smooth skin, her long long legs, then pressed her firm things, then started massaging her thighs. Tanya let out a shudder. Mr. Trim said, 'you know honey visual stuff effect these kids today a lot. Roy pull down your pants and help this young damsel in distress please.' Roy pulled down his pants. Tanya gasped. Tom froze too. Roy was at least two inches longer than Tom, who was of an average size, and was nearly once inch thicker. He was like a big strong tree branch. Tanya eyed it with an expression Tom wasn't sure of, might have been fear, might have been extreme lust. Mr. Trim took the hand Tanya wasn't rubbing her pussy with, and put it on Roy's dick. 'See isn't our boy lovely? Stroke it,' he said. Roy gave out a strong glee as Tanya started stroking his dick up and down expertly. After all she had done it a hundred times with Tom. Roy swat his father's hand away and started squeezing Tanya's breast, rubbing her nipples between every pair of finger. Then he grabbed her face and kissed her. It wasn't much of a kiss, he was more like tasting her lips. Then he licked her entire face, her cheeks, her chin, her forehead. His hand still worked on Tanya's breast, his father chewing on the other one, pumping her pussy, her mother rubbing her ass from behind. At the same time Mrs. Trim gave Tanya's ass a good hard squeeze, Mr. Trim took his fingers out quite a bit and gave her an enormous jab with all four fingers, biting on to her nipple. Roy squeezing her breast while twisting her nipples and biting on her neck. Tanya gave out an enormous shriek, her body giving away to multiple extremely vigorous shakes, and almost an ocean of sweet pussy juice erupted from her pussy. Mrs. Trim pulled the strip away from her pussy. 'Hmm this takes some time. Tanya are you and Tom actually doing it or are you a virgin? Am I wasting sticks and time here?' Tanya hung her head down in shame, she couldn't speak a word. Mrs. Trim suddenly shouted out, 'Oh my pies!' Roy nodded, 'That was what I was going to tell you about. I forgot. It's burning.' Mrs. Trim ran off, 'Oh my pies, my pies...' Leaving the room she shouted back at her husband while running up the stairs, 'check if the girl is a virgin!' Tanya was left in the room with only Mr. Trim and Roy, and Tom under the bed on the opposite side. 'Of course,' said Mr. Trim, and smiled at his son. 'I used to be a doctor. But with my fingers inside her I couldn't understand if she was a virgin. Let's give her the final test.' He pulled down his pants. A small shriveling old dick appeared in full erection. Tanya wrinkled her nose. 'Oh my dear, disgusted?' smiled Mr. Trim. 'This has a farther reach than my fingers. Let's see if you are a virgin.' 'Hey dad, maybe you should let me...' began Roy. 'Silence son, I am the doctor.' Mr. Trim sat on Tanya's bed. He positioned Tanya's pussy over his soft old dick and slowly pulled her down. Tanya stared with disbelief as the old disgusting dick vanished inside her. Tom's dick was nearly double in size. Mr. Trim made Tanya go up and down on his lap, while he squeezed both breasts from behind. With the dick his size he surely didn't get many girls at his age, though Tom. Roy stood for a moment wondering what to do, then stood up on her bed, and grabbing Tanya's head pushed his huge dick at her lips. Tanya gave Tom a glance then looked at Roy who looked down at her with a triumphant glare. She let the dick enter her mouth. 'Son what are you doing?' Mr. Trim said, busily making Tanya hump at his lamp. He pulled Tanya's nipples away from her, till Tanya gave a gasp of pain and leaned forward. 'I'm seeing... if her mouth is a virgin,' came up Roy with a smile. 'Good boy, said Mr. Trim. 'From the way her pussy is doing so beautiful stuff to my cock, her mouth must be pro. Tanya suck his dick nice and proper. Pay extra attention to his balls.' Tanya could barely take in half of Roy's cock in her mouth. The constant up and down motion on Mr. Trim's cock made it a bit more challenging. She grabbed his enormous dick and concentrated on his balls first. She sucked them one at a time, kissing them, slurping on them, then she tried to take then both in together. Roy was feeling incredible but wanted immediate action again. 'Massage my balls with your hand take me in your mouth.' he ordered. As soon as her lips closed on his dick he took her head in both his hands and started giving her a deepthroat. Tanya nearly choked the first few times, then somehow managed to keep up with his ravage pace, breathing fast in the little times she got between the jabbing at her throat. Mr. Trim kept mauling at her sensitive breasts and extra sensitive nipples. Mr. Trim didn't take long. 'Aaahhh...' he let out a long sigh, depositing his seed deep within her. He didn't even wear a condom, thought Tom, but then again why was he thinking about that now? Roy saw his dad go out. He took over her breasts with one hand still on her head. Tanya was an expert at cock-sucking, but by now she had adjusted to Roy's huge size, and was doing her job well. Pretty soon his condition grew worse. 'Swallow everything, bitch,' said Roy, 'and his large dick erupted like a mountain, sending a river of his white sperm in her mouth. Tanya could barely swallow the whole of it, it kept cumming. A lot of it leaked from her mouth, trailing across her breasts and down to her thighs. Some fell on Mr. Trip too. 'Ew,' said Mr. Trip, slapping her ass. 'My son told you to drink everything!' He grabbed Tanya, sat up and flung her on his lap. He saw her perfect tight ass on the edge of his lap and started spanking her. Spank! Spank! Spank! Tanya closed her eyes. Some of his slaps were aimed underneath, at her pussy. Roy came down from the bed and held his some-what limp cock at her mouth again.' Suck it hard again, Tanya my bitchy bitch. Oh you're sooo my bitch, you're going to be my cock massager for as long as you're here, bitch.' Tanya took his cock in her mouth again and started sucking him. The hard spanks on her ass made her stop a few times, then Roy would slap her in the face and she would go on again. Her ass and her face soon became red with slaps. Tom would have come out to save the day, but he was enjoying this far too much. Roy's hands travelled down her slim smooth back, grabbed her hot red ass and then travelled back her smooth back again. He held her head again and started roughly pushing his dick in and out of her mouth again. Mr. Trim looked at her red ass and swallowed some saliva. 'Wait son,' he said, and grabbing her he pulled her up and told her to stand. Roy took her hand and put it on his cock. 'Keep pleasing me,' he growled. Mr. Trim parted her hot pulsating ass cheeks and wetting his fingers with her liquid from her pussy, he began moistening her asshole. Tanya looked at Tom in alarm. She had never been taken in the ass before. Her expression vanished as she shut her eyes when Roy grabbed her unattended breasts, chewing on soft firm lump one and biting her nipples. Mr. Trim put two fingers in her asshole and kept pumping, occasionally taking her pussy juices to make it wet. He thought for a minute. 'Son, this lady has a tight asshole. It needs to be loosened up forever. That Tom must have a stick in his pants. You take her from behind, I'll have my dick wrapped in this lady's sweet pussy again. Roy's day could not get better. Mr. Trim made Tanya sit on his dick, and set up a rhythm with her bouncing up and down. He started gorging on a breast. 'The best part of breasts is the nipple,' he said to Roy, 'it's smooth, its smooth, its smooth, then hello Mr. girl-exciter.' Roy mauled Tanya's ass a few times from behind before parting her cheeks to view her asshole. Then positioning him behind her he let himself in. Tanya screamed out loud. Roy was too big and thick. And he had barely put half an inch in her. Mrs. Trim shouted from upstairs, 'something seems to be the matter with Tanya downstairs. Could you be men enough and help her out?' 'Yes mother we'll be the perfect gentlemen,' shouted Roy. That seemed to satisfy his mother. Roy took out his cock, found Tanya's wet panties on the bed. He stuffed Tanya's mouth with it. 'You'd better not make a sound,' he warned her. 'Now now son make the lady feel at home,' said Mr. Trim chewing on her nipple. Roy took position. With one swift motion he buried his entire length inside her. Tanya let out a soft groan. A few tears rolled down her eyes. Roy and Mr. Trim now slowly set up a rhythm. They went inside together, drew back together. And Mr. Trine kept chewing on one of her breasts, Roy was grabbing the other one from behind, never letting her nipples rest. Tanya couldn't take it anymore. She shouted out as she came, which made both men cum inside her at the same time. Two men shoot their load inside her as juices erupted her in the opposite direction. Even after the boys stopped Tanya seemed to keep on cumming. Soon she stopped and both men took out their soft cocks from her. Mr. Trim gave her a gentle 'goodnight sweet girl' kiss. Roy grabbed her ass and mauling her breast for one last time sucked on her lips. 'See you later, my bitch. My friends are coming tomorrow. You'd better be here to cum too.' Roy left with Mr. Trim. Tanya sat on her bed and started sobbing. Tom kept himself under the bed, white fluids spreading in all directions under him. He didn't know how to comfort her. He didn't know if she was in pain, or very very happy. My Girl Bonnie This is a story of teenage love, first time sex, oral, anal, non-consensual sex and a forced three some, male/female/female. * It all started when I was 19 and Bonnie my girlfriend at the time was 18. We had been going together for a year and even though we had never had intercourse we did dabble in making out, oral sex and masturbation. We would go out and end up in my dad's car in the back seat. You all know what I mean. Other times we would make out on the back porch of her parents apartment. Sometimes when they weren't home we would end up on her bed. Bonnie was very pretty, not model beautiful but pretty. She had long reddish hair, green eyes, full lips, pert "C" cup breasts, nice thighs and a fantastic ass. She loved to wear tight fitting clothes to show off her figure. She was 5'8", about 140, 38-24-36. Bonnie had a sister, Georgia, who was my age, and where Bonnie was pretty, Georgia was beautiful, but she was also a bitch. She was beautiful and she knew it!! She had about the same figure as Bonnie except that her tits were bigger along with her ass, she also had dark black hair and a little darker complextion. Georgia knew that Bonnie and I were having some kind of sex but what she didn't know what that we never had full on intercourse, yet. She didn't like me too much as she thought that I was taking advantage of her little sister, little did she know! Bonnie would let me feel her fantastic breasts while sucking on her nipples which when she was turned on stood out about ¼" with areolas about 1" around. Her breasts were gorgeous and stood up firm and proud. While I would feel and suck on them I would stroke my hand over her pussy through her shorts. I would get them unfastened and them slide them down her beautiful thighs. I would then spread her thighs and slide my fingers into her panties, feeling her hot, moist lips, her sweet honey flowing from her pussy. I would slide a finger deep into her hot love box and fuck her to several orgasms as I continued to suck on her beautiful tits. Other times, I would kiss my way down her body to her dripping pussy and suck on her cunt and clit giving her several orgasms while sliding two or three fingers in and out of her steaming cunt. My name is Don; I was 6'1", 190, in pretty good shape with a 9" cock that Bonnie loved. While making her feel good she would stroke my cock through my jeans as much as she could until she came down from the several orgasms I had given her. She would then unfasten my jeans and pull them and my shorts off, releasing my hard, dripping 9" cock. It would pop out of my shorts and once in a while would hit her in the face, leaving a trail of pre-cum down her soft cheek. Bonnie would then take my cock in her delicate hands and stroke me. She would spread my moisture around and all over my shaft while stroking me. She would bend over and lick the dripping head of my cock with her hot, moist tongue and would tease me like that for several minutes as I pushed my hips forward trying to get my cock into her hot mouth. Eventually she acquiesced and took my cock deep into her throat. She could deep throat my cock like a pro. She was an excellent cock sucker. Bonnie would bob her head up and down my shaft while softly squeezing my balls. She could feel my balls tighten, knowing then that I was going to shoot my hot, thick cum. Sometimes she would take it all and swallow it, sometimes she would take my cock out of her mouth and jack me off until I shot all over her face, hair, neck and breasts. I produced a lot of cum. She would then take any cum on her body and feed it to herself and to me. I didn't mind and it was sexier then hell and would get me hard again in no time and we would start all over again. One day Bonnie called me and said that her parents were taking her brother and going to visit some relatives down state. Since Bonnie and her sister had to both work, they would be staying home. She said that Georgia would be out with her girl friends that Saturday and we would have the apartment to ourselves. I said that I would pick her up and we would go out to have something to eat and then go back to her home and watch a couple of movies. Hopefully, this would be the day that I finally would be having sex with my Bonnie, if I was lucky enough. Saturday came and I picked Bonnie up, we went to get dinner at a nice restaurant and then headed back to her place. We entered the apartment and found a note that Georgia would be staying over at her friend's home overnight. She also said to not let me stay late. We sat on the couch and I put in a tape of a soft porn movie that I had gotten. We watched the movie and were about 30 minutes into it. My cock was hard as a rock in my jeans, Bonnie's breathing was getting heavy. I had put my arm around Bonnie and was feeling her breast through her blouse. We kissed on and off during the movie. I leaned over and kissed her softly, she returned the kiss and I pulled her to me kissing her harder, my tongue slipped between her lips feeling hers respond to me. I unbuttoned her blouse as we kissed and slid my hand inside feeling her breasts through her satin bra. Bonnie moaned loudly as I felt her as her breasts were pretty sensitive. I then unfastened her bra at the front and spread it open, revealing her beautiful tits to me. I kissed my way down her neck to her mounds and took a nipple between my lips and sucked on it lightly. She responded by pushing her chest into my face and begged me to suck her breasts. I kissed and sucked on both of her breasts as I opened her jeans and pushed them down her gorgeous, sexy thighs. I slid my hand back up her inner thighs as I continued my assault on her tits. I got to her panty covered pussy and found her panties soaked and her pussy dripping her honey. I slid the panties aside and slid a finger into her hot, dripping cunt. She exploded in orgasm, "Oh Don, it's good, fuck me with your fingers, suck my tits, OH YES, FUCK ME!! YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM, FUCK ME!! Oh DON, I, I, I'M CUMMING!!" Her body shook and trembled as she came. I continued o finger her dripping cunt and made her cum again and then a third time. As she panted I told her that I wanted her that I wanted to slide my dripping, hard cock into her tight, wet pussy. She didn't say no and so I picked her up and carried her to her bed. I lay her down on it and proceeded to take all of my clothes off, my 9" cock, steel hard and dripping from the tip was ready to be inside her hot body. I came over her and kissed her hard. I took her blouse and bra from her beautiful body. Her breathing was fast and hard. Her face flushed with passion as I again attacked her breasts with my mouth, tongue and hands. I sucked her and she again started breathing heavier. I reached down and ripped her panties from her body. I again moved down and started to finger her hot virgin vagina. I moved between her thighs, parting them and placed my mouth directly over her sweet pussy. With two fingers inside I proceeded to suck her clit as I fingered her hot, dripping cunt. Bonnie bucked up against my onslaught as I continued to fuck her. Suddenly she cried out, "OH YES, FUCK ME!!! MAKE ME CUM, MAKE ME CUM, OH FUCK, I'M CUMMING!!!" I moved up and placed the head of my cock to her lips. As she felt my hard cock at her entrance she said, "NO Don, Don't do it, please not yet!!" I told her, "Now Bonnie, I'm going to take you now!!" I started to slide my cock into her body slowly, letting her feel every inch of my hot, hard cock. I pushed forward in until I felt her hymen. "Bonnie, I'm going to break through your cherry now. I'm then going to give you every inch of my hard cock." "NO", she cried out!! I pulled back out and thrust back into her body and through her cherry. I bottomed out with my balls against her sweet ass. I held her down as I held my cock inside her hot pussy. I kept it there and let her feel my throbbing cock deep inside her body. I started to slide back a little and then slid back into her body. She was tight, hot and dripping wet. My cock slid effortlessly in and out of her body. I slowly continued to fuck her with every inch of my cock. I felt her body starting to move with me and I picked up the pace. Her breathing again started to get heavy as I started to move faster in and out of her pussy. I could feel her walls starting to grab at my cock as I moved it inside her dripping pussy. She moaned louder and louder as her body was responding to my cock. I picked up her legs and put them over my shoulders letting me drive deeper into her previously virgin pussy. I bottomed out against her cervix and started to really fuck her. She cried out, "OH, OH, OH MY GOD, OH MY, FUCK ME, GIVE ME IT ALL!! FUCK, ME, FUCK ME!! I'M CUMMING, I, I, I'M CUMMING, YES!!! I'M THERE!!!" I pummeled her hot cunt and she came three more times. I was hard as a rock and pulled from her cunt. I turned her over onto her knees and pulled her sweet ass up and spread her legs. I came up behind her and thrust my cock back into her sweet cunt deep. I drove my cock into her body and pushed her head down onto the pillows. I fucked her hard, I fucked her long, I fucked her deep and I fucked her fast. She was cumming again when I felt my balls tighten. As Bonnie screamed out that she was cumming again, my balls let loose a torrent of cum. I shot 6 or 7 times into her hot, tight, dripping pussy. When I finished shooting into her hot pussy I was surprised that my cock was still hard after cumming so hard. I pulled out of her cunt and saw my cum flow from her body. I heard a gasp behind me. I turned and saw Georgia standing a foot away. She looked at her naked sister, my naked body and my 9" cock, dripping Bonnie's cum and my cum. She started to attack me. She hit me once and I started to get off the bed. I slapped her across the face, hard, she turned and started to run but I was too fast. I jumped from the bed and grabbed her from behind. I held her tight and put my hand over her mouth so that she couldn't scream for help. I looked over at Bonnie and she had turned over onto her side and was watching us. I said to her, "Would you like to see Georgia take my cock like you just did? Maybe she'll enjoy it as much as you just did or maybe she won't! Either way she's going to get it! You can help hold her down!" She smiled and nodded. I took hold of Georgia's blouse and ripped it open. Her satin encased tits looked gorgeous! I unhooked her bra and spread it open, revealing her naked breasts to me. I pulled her back to Bonnie's bed and pushed her down. She started to scream; I slapped her across the face and told her to be quiet. I told Bonnie to hold her down. Bonnie laughed and said to her, "This is for all the boy friend's that you stole from me. I'm going to let Don fuck you with his big, hard cock and you'll cum hard from it!" Georgia tried to break away but I slapped her again and Bonnie held her tight. I took her blouse and ripped it from her body then her bra also. I reached down, unfastened her shorts and pulled them from her luscious hips. I pushed her thighs apart and slid my hands over her inner thighs up to her satin covered pussy. There was a dark spot on them and I slid them to the side and moved a finger over her lips. I found them hot and wet. "You're wet you slut, you liked watching me fuck your sister. You can't deny it, your pussy is dripping," I told her. "No, NO, NO," she cried out!!! I grabbed her panties and ripped them from her body. I then lay between her legs and slid three fingers into her cunt, dripping her sweet nectar. I placed my mouth over her clit, hard and standing out proud and sucked on it. I fucked her pussy and sucked her clit. I looked up and Bonnie had begun to suck on her tits. I didn't know that Bonnie wanted some matter of revenge on her sister. I wasn't going to stop her. After a couple of minutes Georgia was breathing hard, Bonnie was also breathing hard. I was sucking Georgia's pussy and fucking her fast and hard with my fingers. Her body started shaking, her face was flushed and she started to cry out, "OH MY GOD, WHAT IS HAPPENING? WHAT, OH, OH, MY, MY, OH MY GOD!! I'M CUMMING, I, I, I'M, I'M THERE!!!" I moved up between her thighs and taking my cock in hand placed it to the entrance of her dripping pussy. She felt its tip entering her and like her sister, cried out, "NO, I'M A VIRGIN, NO,"!!! I thrust my cock forward and didn't stop until I hit bottom breaking her cherry. My balls were against her ass as I buried my cock deep into her virgin pussy. "FUCK HER DON, FUCK HER GOOD AND HARD," Bonnie screamed at me. I pulled out and thrust back into her body. She grunted with the force of my cock entering her again. As I started to fuck her hard she continued to grunt with each stroke of my cock. I had cum 10 minutes before and I knew that I would last a long time. As Georgia came down from her first cock induced orgasm I pulled from her pussy and turned her over onto her stomach. I lifter her onto her knees and spread her thighs apart. I told Bonnie to lie beneath her and to eat her dripping cunt. She came under her and I positioned Georgia's cunt over Bonnie's mouth. I told bonnie to eat her sister's cunt while I fucked her. Bonnie moved up and started to suck on her sister's clit. I moved up and thrust my dripping, hot, 9" of steel hard cock into Georgia's cunt all the way. At this angle I felt my cock hitting her cervix. I pulled back and thrust harder and went into her cervix. I started to fuck her fast and hard as Bonnie wanted me to. As I fucked her, Bonnie sucked her cunt once in a couple of strokes she would run her tongue over my shaft coated with her sister's juices. I told Georgia to suck her sister's cunt. She said, "NO!! I'm no slut!" I reached up and pushed her face into Bonnie's dripping pussy. "EAT her pussy bitch!! Suck her like she's sucking you," I told her!! A minute later I heard Bonnie moan as her sister's lips met her pussy. Soon I could see Bonnie moving her hips up to her sister's face. I continued to fuck Georgia and as I did I watched her little asshole flexing with each thrust into her pussy. I saw some lotion on the nearby table and put some to her rosebud and slid a finger inside. She cried out, "OW don't do that, not there!!" I pushed it in all the way and then a second. I fucked her pussy with my hot cock and her ass with two then three fingers. I spread them apart opening up her rosebud. After she quit crying about it hurting I pulled from her pussy and moved up to her asshole. I spread her cheeks apart and pushed my cock into her ass. The head passed through her sphincter and I slid all 9 inches of my hot, hard cock into her tight ass. "OW, OW, NO DON, IT HURTS, DON'T FUCK MY ASS, PLEASE," she cried out!! I pulled out to the head and thrust back in. I continued to slowly fuck her beautiful ass until she quieted down and started to move back against me. I soon felt her moving with my thrusts and I started to fuck her ass fast and hard. Bonnie wanted to punish her and that is what I was going to do for her. I held onto her hips and thrust in and out hard. I pushed her head back down and told her to keep eating her sister. Soon, her cries turned to moans as she was getting turned on with my fucking her ass and her sister sucking her cunt. I fucked her ass for a good 15 minutes and I heard her moan, "OH YES, FUCK MY ASS DON, FUCK IT GOOD!! I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, FUCK ME I'M GOING TO CUM ON YOU COCK!! FUCK ME, FUCK MY ASS!!! I'M CUMMING!!" At the same time, I heard Bonnie cry out that she was cumming also. My balls tightened and I couldn't hold out anymore. I unloaded my balls and shot, hot, thick sticky cum over and over again into Georgia's tight, hot ass. I filled her ass with cum until it ran out of it over the shaft of my cock, down over her pussy and into Bonnie's mouth. Bonnie licked and sucked up my cum from her sister's ass like her life depended on it. I kept pummeling Georgia's ass until I quit cumming. I pulled from her body and lay Georgia next to her sister. I lay down between them and told them to clean my cock. Bonnie told her sister to do it. She said no and I grabbed her, pushed her down to my cock and told her to suck it clean. She stopped for a minute, I slapped her ass hard. She cried out and taking my cock in her hands started to lick and suck it clean. When she was done cleaning it, I was again rock hard. I told them both to get down and suck my cock. They both got down and took turns, licking and sucking my cock and balls. They kept at it until I felt my balls tighten again. I moved from between them and placed them next to each other. I moved over their faces and stroked my cock until I shot several loads of cum over their faces. Georgia had her mouth open and I shoved my cock into it and told her to suck it. She sucked me until I pulled it out and moved it over to Bonnie and told her to suck it. She finished sucking all of the cum from my balls. I lay back between them and put my arms around them both. I woke up a couple of hours later to Bonnie sucking my cock. I was hard and ready for more pussy. I looked over and Georgia was still asleep with her legs spread apart. I slowly moved between them, lined up my cock to her still wet cunt and thrust it in her. She cried out in pain from the initial thrust but as I continued to fuck her she started to moan out loud. I turned over with my cock still in her hot cunt. I told her to ride my cock. I told Bonnie to come over my face with her hot pussy. I started to suck her cunt while I fucked her sister. They both started playing with each others tits. Everyone was moaning and we came together. We had been going at it for over 10/12 hours except for a couple of hours sleep and it was only Sunday morning. Their parents and brother wouldn't be home until Tuesday evening and we all had Monday off. I was going to have more fun than I could imagine. My Girl-Carmen If you're underage or offended by erotic literature, don't read any further. In fact if either of those describes you-get off this website. This work is not available for copy or distribution without permission from the author. * My name is...well name's not important. Call me Ishmael-nah, just kidding. You can call me Nick. But I'm not writing this to tell you about me. I'm writing this to tell you about my girls. These are the girls I've known, the girls I've loved. I'm a lucky man. I have a good life. I'm a musician. I've worked tours, studios, jingles, composing, songwriting, engineering and producing. My job is incredibly fun and I've made pretty good money at it. No, I'm not famous. Don't even ask. You wouldn't recognize my name if I told you. I've had the chance to see some amazing places and meet some amazing women along the way. I'm going to tell you about some of them-not all, but some. Over the years I've slept with about three hundred women. I'm not bragging or anything, I'm just trying to make a point. My point is that the stories here are based on those girls. Some of the stories are combinations of more than one girls' tale, but that's only to keep me from writing hundreds of stories. What you're about to read is based on true events. Whether you believe them or not doesn't make any difference to me. I got to live them so that's all I need. Now I'm an old married guy, middle age is slippling by and I'm just reminiscing about the girls I've known in my life. Don't get me wrong. I may not be chasing after girls anymore but I'm still a lucky man. I've spent over twenty years now with the same girl and I love it. I've never been happier and I've never been unfaithful. But every now and then I stop to remember.... My Girl-Carmen There were three reasons that Carmen was different than any girl I'd ever been with. One reason was that she had a reputation. The other two were her boobs. They were the biggest I'd ever seen in my life. I knew I wasn't her first and I wouldn't be her last. In fact I wasn't in the first dozen, but I didn't care because she was hot. As usual, even though it would have been easy (since she was), I was too timid to make a move. She started things off by asking if my band would back her up for a couple of showcase at a local club. That worked for me. This show was supposed to be her big break and I wanted a reason to spend some time with her, so I said yes. Carmen was a big girl in every way. She blossomed early and by the time we got together, she wore custom made bras that were somewhere over double H's. At 5'10" she was almost my height in her ever present heels, she had naturally platinum blonde hair, light-almost translucent skin, and palest grey eyes. Though time and gravity would eventually take their toll, when I knew her she had an hourglass figure that was fantastic. We were finishing rehearsal one day when she asked me to hang out. I said sure and we took off. I followed her directions out to a spot by the lake. I kept looking for a view of the lake, or a way to the beach or something, but couldn't see a thing through the tress around us. She said, "Pull over here," and I did. When I turned around, she was already stepping out of the car. I got out to witness a sight that I'll never forget. She stood next to the car and stripped completely then slipped into the back seat. For a moment I didn't know what to do. Then she said, "Get back in here." So I did. "We've got to get you naked. Come on." And she started pulling off my clothes. While I took off my shirt, she shucked off my boots. Grabbing my belt she said, "I hate stripping in a car. Plus I always like to take a look around first just to be careful, if you know what I mean." I had no idea but I said, "Yeah, I do." From the time she first lifted her shirt, I'd been hard as stone. So, when she got my pants down, my cock stuck straight up, throbbing in the afternoon sun. "What I heard about you is true. We should have done this a long time ago," she said as she leaned down to give me a long slow lick from the balls up. Stretching her lips around the head, she moaned as her mouth slid down. I moaned along with her and reached down to play with her hair. After hours or minutes or seconds of this exquisite sensation, she leaned back, still staring at my cock. "God, I can't even reach around it. My fingers don't even touch." I knew what she meant. I'd never taken a gym class or anything so I didn't have any idea of how other guys were built, but I knew my own dick intimately. Just a fraction of an inch short of 8", I was very, very thick. But not my whole cock was like that. It didn't look like a beer can it was more contoured. Lots of girls commented how beautiful it was, but I figured that was just something that they said in the heat of the moment. The head is tapered a bit like a blunted arrowhead. The rim of the crown flares out with a curl at the back. Behind the head the shaft spreads out and flattens like the neck of a cobra just below it's hood. Then the shaft rounds out at the base. The base is as thick as the top of the shaft, but it's not as wide. Years later I met a girl named Suzanne who was obsessed with playing with my cock. She would have my lie back while she ran her fingertips along the length. With her head on my stomach she would rub it all over her face or wrap her hand around me and jack me off. She liked seeing it from the same angle I did when I jerked off. Once when she was playing with me she measured it and that's when I learned how long it is. Then she started rattling off the information from the Kinsey Report and Masters & Johnson, telling me that not only was it bigger than average, but it was the biggest one she ever had. But, according to her, it wasn't the length that made it feel so good inside her...it was the width. Plus she said when she looked down at her hand and her fingers couldn't reach around the width of the shaft, it made a big impression. She spent some time thinking about it and working this out. She said that the flatter part of the shaft spread her lips as it went in, opening her up and exposing her clit. Then when I was all the way in, her lips were spread apart so she could grind her clit against the rounder part of the shaft. That and the ability to come two or three times without getting soft made me the best she'd ever had. I thought all guys were like me and could come two or three times when they got hard. I didn't know any different. Over and over again girls had told me I was the best they'd ever had. But I thought that was just talk. Here I'd found someone who not only said that, but had done the research to figure out why. After I read up on it I realized she wasn't just stroking my ego while she was stroking my cock. Maybe she was right. The other thing she liked about my cock was watching it get hard. I was a "grower" not a "shower" she said. She said that some guys are almost the same length when they're hard as when they're soft, their cocks just firm up without changing much in size. Other guys (like me) aren't very big at all when they were soft, but grow in length and width as they get hard. Guys like me look a little more like Michelangelo's David than a porn star until we get hard. Suzanne loved to wear me out, then lie there and play with my cock, teasing it back to full hardness. But enough about Suzanne-let's get back to Carmen. I didn't know all this when I was with Carmen. All I knew was that she liked my cock and wanted me to fuck her with it. That sounded good to me. She pulled me on top of her as she lay back on the seat. She put a foot on the back of each seat and spread her legs wide open. I was staring at her beautiful blonde bush. By now I'd learned a little about eating pussy, so I dove in for a quick taste. She was soaking wet, dripping for me, so I stuck my tongue in as far as I could and fucked her with it. Unintelligible moans punctuated her call as she cried out, "Oh, tongue me. Fuck me with your mouth...eat me!" I did just that. But I had some fucking to do and a cock that couldn't wait to get started. I kissed up her stomach, between her huge tits, stopped for a quick nibble on each nipple, buried my face in her neck for just a moment, then gave her a long deep kiss as I sank my cock into her. "Oh, hell yes. Fuck me." Developing so young, she'd been the target for more than one guy when she was just a kid. Between her size and experience, she wasn't tight...but she was hot. She was so hot and wet it was like sticking my dick into a furnace. Then once I was all the way in her, she clamped down hard. With well-honed skill she squeezed my cock in her pussy. That's the way she liked to fuck, wide open as I thrust in, then tight as a drum when I pulled out. I stroked in and out reveling in the feeling and watching her big tits bounce a bit more with each thrust. Little whimpers started to build into moans, then groans as she got closer and closer to coming. Harder and harder I thrust until I was pounding into her, Hair whipping side to side, huge mounds of tits bouncing wildly, she screamed and gushed her come over my shaft and balls. Without letting her catch her breath, I turned her over and pulled her ass cheeks apart to fuck her from behind. Lining up my cock head I sank into her still quivering pussy. She wailed and came again so I reached under her and grabbed her tits while I fucked her hard and fast. Our moans combined with the sound of flesh slapping together as I came in her. But I didn't stop. I kept pounding her through two more orgasms until I unloaded in her a second time triggering another orgasm for her. I fell back against the car door, trying to catch my breath. She spun around and sucked my cock in her mouth like she was starving for it. "You're still hard," she said breathlessly. "I want more. Give me more." I pushed her up so I could stretch out and said, "Get up here and ride me." With a wanton smile she said, "My pleasure." As her big, heavy tits jiggled in front of me, I pulled her down and kissed her. Trailing kisses up her neck to her ear I whispered, "You have the most beautiful eyes and the sexiest mouth I've ever seen." She pushed back and sat up pining me down lightly with her hands on my chest. "What? What did you say?" "I said 'You have the most beautiful eyes and the sexiest mouth I've ever seen.' What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" "No...it's okay," she said. "It's just that guys always tell me how much they love my tits and you haven't said anything about them. You're talking about my eyes and mouth." "Oh, you have great tits, but what got me first was your mouth, then your eyes. I like your tits. Hell, I love your tits and I plan on loving them a great deal. But when I think of you the first things that come to mind are your mouth and eyes." As I told her this I ran my hand up her sides and hefted the weight of those big beautiful breasts in my hands. Feeling the weight of them against my palms, I watched them bulge over the edges of my hands. Then letting them go, I slid my hands up her neck to caress her face. I pulled her down and kissed her deeply. "How could anyone not be mesmerized by these lips and captivated by your eyes?" I said as she began to grind against me. "I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before," she whispered to me. "Good. Do it." She began writhing on me clenching and unclenching her pussy around my cock. After she shuddered through another orgasm, she said, "Watch what I can do with my mouth." She pushed me down as I leaned up to kiss her and said, "Just watch." Then she lifted her tits and played with them. Riding my cock with her talented cunt, she cupped her huge tits, stroking them, teasing the nipples with her fingers, pinching them and twisting them on and on. Then with eyes locked, she tilted her head down and licked her nipples, first one and then the other. "Do you like that?" Unable to speak, I nodded. "Then you're gonna love this," she said. And she sucked on long fat nipple into her mouth. Closing her eyes and shuddering slightly I felt her pussy gush with wetness around me. Then she did it all again with her other breast. "I love sucking my tits...don't you? Or do you want to watch me suck them?" Never having seen anything like this before and not being able to string together words, I nodded. "Well, which is it? Do you want to suck my tits, or do you want to watch me do it?", she asked coyly. "Both." "Good answer," she said giggling. "Then you'll get your turn in a minute. It's my turn right now." "Okay." Playing with her big tits was a much fun for her as it was for guys. Licking and nibbling led to her sucking and biting. She liked to suck the nipple in and then stretch it out holding the full weight of her huge tit with just her lips or teeth until she let the nipple pop free from her mouth. She squeezed her huge tits together and got the nipples side by side. She flicked her tongue back and forth over the two of them, and then sucked them both into her mouth together. By this point I was losing my mind. I grabbed her tits and pulled them to my mouth, one then the other. Copying her technique, I kissed, licked, sucked and bit them until we were grinding against each other and coming again. Trying to cool off and catch our breath, we cracked open the steamed up window. As we did we heard the crunch of gravel from the road. A car was very slowly pulling up by us. Grabbing an old blanket off the floor I rolled us over to slip down between the front and back seats and pulled it completely over us. "Looks like we've got a couple of lovebirds here, doesn't' it?" "I guess so, Billy Bob." We both knew these guys. There were dozens of stories about these two park rangers hassling people they caught parking. I didn't want to be one of those stories so I whispered to Carmen, "Sorry, about this. I know the floor's dirty, but lie real still. I'm going to try to keep us from getting hassled here. Just lie still and don't move no matter what happens." As Carmen nodded I reach out and pulled my backpack and some loose trash from around us and laid them on the blanket. I hoped having them on my back would make us look like a pile of trash instead of people. "They must be out in the woods somewhere, Johnny. Their clothes are here but they could have changed into swimsuits. There's just a pile of crap in the car.", Billy Bob said as he stuck his head in and poked me with his nightstick. I thought he heard me gasp as he jabbed me in the ribs and kidneys, but he didn't. "Why don't we have something to eat while we wait for them?" "Good idea. There's nothing else going on", Johnny answered. "Sooner of later they got to come back." Just then the radio in the car crackled to life and both men swore under their breath. "Come on, Billy Bob. Sounds like we've got work to do. Just remember the car, we'll get 'em another time." I don't' think I took a breath until the sound of their car was gone. "Shit. That was fun. All of it," Carmen said as she slid over to kiss me. "But let's get the hell out of here before they come back." "Hell yeah," I said dressing as fast as I could. Sitting back in the front seat we kissed again and she said, "We've got to do this again...real soon." "But someplace a little more private next time, huh?" I said laughing. Johnny and Billy Bob pulled us over as we drove back into town. No matter how they tried they couldn't break Carmen's story of us sunbathing in the woods. To be honest I think they couldn't focus well when she leaned over me, flashing her considerable cleavage while she talked to them. I know there was no blood left in my brain with those huge tits resting in my lap, so I couldn't imagine those two idiots coming up with a coherent thought. As we drove off, it hit me how close we'd been to getting busted and I couldn't stop laughing. Next thing I know, Carmen's laughing so hard I thought she was going to fall off the car seat. One stupid joke after another had us laughing all the way into town. We got together more than once in safer and more private places. As these things go, eventually we got distracted and moved on. But I'll never forget it. Even now thinking about that day with Carmen still gets me hard and makes me laugh. My Girl Ch. 02 This story is a copyright of destinie 21 please don't reproduce. "Hello , hello Robyn are you there." Karen said snapping me out of my reverie. "Yeah." "I need to see you." "What the hell for?" "I've missed you." I couldn't believe her audacity. She missed me. After five years she missed me. And she thought all it took was a phone call saying she wanted to see me and I'd come running. I remembered the days following her departure when I had lay on the floor of my apartment crying and moaning. As if with every groan contraction and scream of pain I could give birth to my naked sorrow. And thereby purge myself of the anguish that clung constantly to the inside of my belly. All the crying had provided a means of release but did not lessen the grief. In the end only time had done that. During the weeks following her departure all I had were her memories and my pain to keep me warm at night. Those memories and sorrow would be the threads that Embroidered the tapestry illustrating my survival. "So you thought you'd just give me a call and, then what Karen We'd meet at the Ice cream shop for chocolate sodas? Then maybe I'd invite you over for a sleep over then we'd do each other's nails." "I need you." she repeated and that's all it took. That's all it had ever taken with her. "Where are you?" "Meet me at the coffee shop on the corner of Main and Victoria at 10:00." After I got off the phone my attention returned to the woman on my bed. I still hadn't remembered her name. I fell back on an age-old substitute. " Sorry babe I've got to meet someone in about an hour but I'll call you later." I flinched inwardly knowing I wouldn't call. Hell I couldn't even remember her name, but what was I going to say. I hated myself for being such a bitch and I detested her for being such a trusting fool. She'd been in my bed less than two hours after we met. So how could she think we'd have anything but casual sex? Before she left she wrote her number down on a slip of paper and left it on the nightstand, I glanced at it before throwing it in the trash but she hadn't included her name. I took a shower to wash away the scent of an intimate stranger. It took me longer than usual to get dressed because I changed five times. At first I chose an outfit that was purposely casual. I didn't want her to think I was dressing up for her, but then fearing she'd think I'd let myself go I changed and changed and changed again. Finally deciding on pair of fitted black pants black heels and a red shirt that was cut low enough to flaunt the goods without actually displaying them. I ended up pulling my wavy hair into a ponytail and applying my makeup hastily. I checked out the results in the mirror liking the way the pants and shirt cupped my soft curves. I was good looking and I knew it. Tall and slender with curves in all the right places. Brown skin green eyes high cheekbones. Dark brown hair. I was pretty, but not like Karen. She was unreasonably beautiful. One of those rare woman who could inspire men to willingly go to war in the name of her honor. I left my apartment late. It was bad enough I was going to her like a lovesick puppy, but I'll be damned if I was going to rush, or be early and end up waiting on her as usual. When I got to the coffee shop it was about 10:15. I was fifteen minutes late so she was already there. I sensed her presence before I saw her. She was sitting in the far corner at a table for two sipping something out of an oversized blue ceramic mug. I wanted to just watch her for a few moments but she turned and looked directly at me. Forcing stand or me to either move they're looking like an imbecile. I sat down in the empty seat across from her and for a little while neither one of us said anything. Then just like that she broke the silence and said "Hey now. How've you been?" "Fine." I replied as if one word could sum up the last half decade. "When you came in I thought you didn't recognize me." I laughed. Partially out of nervousness and partially because it just struck me as funny. I would have known her anywhere. Her face had lost the softness of youth, her hair was longer ,the layered style that she'd favored was gone and her eyes no longer sparkled quite as much as they had but then again neither did mine. "I'd recognize you anywhere." "You look good, your hair is shorter" she said making a move as if to touch my hair but then thinking better she rested her hand on the table. "And yours is longer, no more layers." She just smiled, she looked like she was going to reply but then a waiter came over to see if I wanted to order something. When he returned with my coffee I was content to just sit in silence for a few moments while I tried to asses the situation and figure out what was going on. Finally I just asked her, "Karen, why am I here?" "I miss you" "What do you mean after five years you decide you miss me?" "No. It didn't take five years for me to realize, it didn't even take me five months to realize I should have never left ." "Then why did you?" "I was afraid." " Why? Of what? " "Of us. I'd never felt like that before. I didn't just want you. I needed you like I'd never needed anyone before I didn't know how to handle it. So I ran." "Why didn't you call me?" " At first I couldn't, then after a while I didn't know what to say." "So why now?" "I needed to know if there could ever be anything between us again." I was stunned. There was a time when I would have given anything to hear those words. Two years ago I would have said yes in a heartbeat. But now? "Jesus, Karen. Do you have any idea how you hurt me? I loved you and you tore my heart out and never looked back. Now I'm just supposed to forget. A few years ago I would have said yes but not now Karen. I can't take the risk I can't trust you again." "I know" she said grasping my hand "I know" But I knew it was already too late. Despite my words, my heart was already opening up to her. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>. It had been three weeks since I'd seen Karen and I couldn't get her off of my mind. She was my star in a thousand midnights, and when we were apart I couldn't shake her image from the walls of my imagination. More than once I'd idly wondered if there was any chance that we could just have a sexual relationship without the complications of an actual emotional connection being formed. I had done it with countless others but I knew Karen would be different. With Karen it was always different. I was in the grocery store when I saw her. I paused for a split second to decide whether I would even acknowledge her or if I should just move on as if I hadn't seen her. In the time it took for the thought to form the answer was decided for me as she looked up and met my eyes there was a hint of a slow smile on her lips. Damn I wanted to take her right there between the brightly-lit isles of checkout counters. All my convictions flew right out of my head and apparently my common sense had gone right along with them, because instead of walking away, I walked toward her. "Hey now." I said softly greeting her as we used to greet one another years ago. "Hey now" "What are you doing here?" "You mean here in the grocery store?" I smiled at my own question realizing how foolish it must have sounded. "Sorry I ..." "Why don't you come to my place for dinner"? I raised an eyebrow "you can cook?" "Yes." "This I've got to see." After checking out we left for her place. I followed her in my car. After walking up four flights of stairs we reached her apartment. The inside was nice if a bit small. The walls were freshly painted. Light blue, guess it was stills he favorite color. There was a dark blue couch, and a low coffee table around which four-oversized cushions were strewn. I could only assume that down the hall there was a bedroom and a bathroom behind the two closed doors. The "kitchen" was separated by the living room by a counter top around which there were three stools. I saw no evidence of any other furniture aside from the bookcases that took up one whole wall and were already stuffed beyond capacity. On the remaining three walls I noticed a variety of paintings all of which had been done by me. I walked over to the one that had caught my eye, the one I remembered most vividly. The scene was a park bench under an old oak tree in the first glorious days of fall when the leaves had only just begun to turn the sky into a jewelry box for nature's gems. It was the park bench where we'd shared our first kiss. It was the first and only painting that I'd given to her. "I can't believe you kept this." "Yeah well" she shrugged. "Where'd you get the others?" "I bought them." "You weren't at my gallery shows?" "No Brett sent them." "HE KNEW WHERE YOU WERE?" I couldn't believe my best friend had let me suffer endlessly when he knew where she was the past five years. "No of course not Robyn. He'd have told you in a hot second if he knew where I was. What he knew was my grandmother's address and he thought I was some eccentric old lady. I contacted him by letter at the gallery then sent money for him to buy paintings for me and ship them. "Oh god you're Old Mrs. Abigail Morgan" "Yep in the flesh." "Wow." "Now I believe I promised you dinner." "I believe you did." I said turning around. She was standing so close that I was virtually in her arms. I couldn't resist I put my arms around he neck and kissed her. I felt as though I'd stuck a fork into an electric socket. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me closer and deepening our kiss. My hand strayed from her neck as I cupped her breast in my hand for a moment before moving on to run my fingers lightly over her denim covered pussy. She pressed forward into my hand while our tongues danced. I would have liked to tease her a bit but I couldn't hold out any longer. Unbuttoning her jeans I slipped my hand into her pants. Some things never changed, Karen had rarely worn panties when I'd known her. Running my hand down her already wet slit I could vividly recall the contours of her pussy and the many afternoons I'd spent tracing them with my tongue. Breaking our kiss I stepped back to take a look at the woman I'd loved and hated for the past 1865 days of my life. Her hair was tousled and her clothes in marked disarray yet I'd never seen anyone look more beautiful. She looked at me to obviously confused and slightly diffident. I'd have given just about anything to know what she was thinking. I realized one of us had to do something and obviously it wasn't going to be her, so for the moment I placed my recriminations and incertitude aside and again I embraced her. I ran my hands over the landscape of her body reacquainting myself with her curves as I methodically stripped her clothes away. Taking her nipple in my mouth as I cupped her breast, again I wanted to tease her but I didn't have the velleity to do so. Kneeling in front of her spread thighs I leaned forward giving her an open-mouthed kiss and savoring her sweet flavor and musky aroma. Stroking my tongue up and down her slit I used my fingers to spread her outer lips delving into her hot tight hole. At the mere touch of my tongue I could hear her gasping and feel her body tensing with pleasure, but it was far to soon so I languidly stroked her sensitive skin purposely avoiding her now engorged clit, and sliding two fingers into her cunt. Karen pulled my head closer to her pussy using her left leg to anchor me there, and her arm to support herself against the wall. Raising her hips she met each stroke with of my fingers and tongue with a thrust of her own. Afraid of the very real possibility of her losing her balance I used my free hand as another means of support. Finally I took her clit between my lips sucking very gently as I pumped my fingers in and out of her slippery cunt. Using my teeth and tongue I continued to suck her clit as she screamed and gasped. Her muscles tensed gripping, my fingers as she reached climax. Pulling my hand away from her with a wet pop I licked it clean. As She repositioned herself so that she was standing now with both feet on the ground, though her hand was still in my hair as she slid down the wall into a sitting position. I could see the sheen of sweat glowing on her skin as she sat before me. I was still fully dressed and apparently she'd just noticed this as she smiled and said "You always did tend to overdress" "Only because you were always half dressed" She leaned forward kissing me lightly "Smart-ass" "You know you like it" "Yes, you have a very nice ass" She kissed me again not so lightly this time. As she cupped my breasts through my shirt. She tugged my nipples as I groaned into her mouth. Pulling back for a moment as she removed my shirt followed in quick succession by my bra. Then we were kissing again lips and tongues and teeth colliding and intertwining. Her hands were at my breasts again and then at my waist. I had to stand to remove my pants. Then we were touching again. Her lips were all over me all at once it seemed my face, neck, shoulders and nipples then lower. Her lips probed gently, wetly caressing. I could feel her hair like silk brushing my thighs as I moved to lie down. Arching as her mouth, paralyzing softness, sweet pleasure. I could feel myself trembling as she ran her tongue over my clit. I dissolved into ecstasy every muscle in my body taut and quivering. Then she penetrated me with two finger and then a third. I was full perfectly and completely as my hips rose to meet each thrust. I felt so hot I thought I would burn up with sexual euphoria as I climaxed. Lying on the floor next to Karen I felt what I'd never been able to achieve with the forgotten faces of intimate strangers. My body was tranquil, pervaded by an exquisite lassitude. I could have fallen asleep in her arms, and I very nearly did, until Karen once again roused me with the promise of food. Please send feedback and remember to vote. My Girl Ch. 02 Chapter 02: The Club Janice was going out of town again on business. She hated to leave me. For some reason she was super insecure. So I gave her a little assignment. I asked he to write down three sexual things she wanted to try but never had. I told her I'd do the same and we'd compare see about fulfilling all of them. When her email arrived, I was amazed to see our first two fantasies were identical, more or less. Janice listed watching another couple have sex, not on a video screen but live in person, and not necessarily heterosexual. Number two, she wanted others to watch us have sex. She wanted men stroking off while they watched us, women strumming their clits, a chorus of moans while they watched me fuck her good and hard. And lastly, disarmingly, she wanted everyone to know she belonged to me. She knew our relationship had to be a secret, she being my boss, but she was tired of having to hide it from the world. I had an idea how we could make those top two happen, and maybe her number three as well, in a way, all in one fell swoop. I suggested it to Janice one morning in her office while we were waiting for a conference call. She looked great in a skirt suit I'd picked out for her, no stockings, and only a black g-string teddy underneath. "A sex club?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Uh huh." I said, "We could go, watch other people fuck, let them watch us, and they'll all know you're mine." Her reaction surprised me. "Perfect," she said. I told her I'd found a place on the web, sort of a mix between a sex club and dance club. I showed her the web page while the conf call got underway and she nodded, smiling, saying into the speaker phone, "Oh yes, we're very excited to have your business. I hope we can iron out the details today." Then she covered the phone mic and whispered in my ear, "I'm already wet thinking about it." I'd never been to a club, but she had, with her old master, whom we'd started referring to as the jerk. So she said she had a outfit, but I'd need to get one. "You can't go in street clothes, Sir," she said, "even though you're hot." She took me to a place downtown, and we picked out a pair of leather boots and leather slacks for me. "That's all you need," she said. The slacks and boots fit perfectly, hugging my ass and thighs. I had no shirt, which Janice said was exactly right. She smiled when she saw me. I could see it in her eyes even before she said it. "Oh my god...Sir, you look amazing." I have to say I felt a kind of power. I was wearing the uniform. I was a Dom. It felt good. We went back to her place to get ready for our night at the sex club. Janice went in to change and came out of her room completely covered from neck to stilletto boots in a trenchcoat. I asked to see her outfit, but she demurred. She said, "I'd like to surprise you, Sir." "Alright, girl," I said. We didn't say anything on the way to the club. I think we were both very nervous. We parked and had to walk a few blocks, but in our long coats we might have been headed anywhere. The doorway was unmarked, in a dark alley. I led Janice inside. Beyond the door was a short black corridor. A big guy sat on a stool next to a door. As we approached, he asked for ID and for our coats. I handed him mine, and then turned to watch as Janice slid hers off her shoulders. She was topless, her incredible tits proud and firm and capped with rock hard nipples. A pair of leather panties plunged in the front and left the lower half of her ass uncovered in the back, leaving little to the imagination. But what surprised me was the studded collar around her neck, and the short, silver leash hanging down between her tits. She smiled and handed me the leash. "No matter what happens there, everyone will know I belong to you, Master." I was churning inside, partly because she was incredibly sexy, but mostly because, unbelievably, she was mine. The doorman nodded his approval, devouring Janice with his eyes as we walked past. At the end of the short hall was another door, and acid music pounded on the other side. I led the nearly naked Janice through by the leash. Inside, it was dark. There was a small dance floor lit by swirling spotlights and flecks of silver light reflected from a disco ball overhead. Around it were tables occupied by other couples, sitting and talking, making out, giving handjobs. There was a mix of orientations, male/female, male/male, and female/female. Many of them were middle aged couples. Janice was by far the most beautiful woman in the room. We sat down. I tried to act relaxed while looking at Janice, sitting on the edge of her seat, the chain from her collar linking us. Her eyes roamed the room, excited to be there, watching what some of the other couples were doing. My cock was aching hard, obvious in the leather slacks. The music was fierce and driving. Janice moved close to my ear and said, "I want to dance for you." She stood in front of me and began to move to the music, her hips swaying and grinding, her eyes on me. The leash danged down between her tits, brushing across her taut nipples as she danced. Her dance became more and more erotic, and she watched me watching her. I was in good company, as everyone in the room was watching her as well. The difference was, I was the one she called Master. The thought gave me a shiver and made my cock twitch as I watched her run her hands down her flat belly and down between her legs. Janice squeezed her tits, pulling on the nipples, swivelling her hips. The spotlights stopped circling and focused on her. She bent at the waist, away from me, her hands running over her mostly bare ass, and then swatting it, the smack loud above the music. Then she turned and took my hands, pulling me out of the chair and onto the floor with her. I started to dance with her, but she put the leash in my hand once again and slid down to her knees in front of me. She tugged down the leather slacks until my cock was exposed, hard and slick with precum. Without a word and with the spotlight on both of us, she took it in her mouth and started to suck, sliding her mouth up and down with the rhythm of the music. Her hands went behind me to my ass and thighs as she sucked my cock, caressing me, her head bobbing up and down the length of my shaft. The lights were hot and we were both shining with sweat. Around us, I could see the shadows of those watching us, Janice sucking and me holding the leash in my hand. I was about to blow when I pulled out of her mouth. As much as I wanted to watch her swallow my load, I wanted to fuck her even more, right there in front of the small crowd. I moved behind her and pulled her to her feet and pulled down the leather panties, dark and slick with her wetness. I pulled back on the leash as I pushed my dick into her, and she groaned and shook as I started to fuck her hard and fast, our bodies colliding in time with the music that filled the air. Couples started to move in closer as I fucked her. Lesbians, gay, straight, fingers in pussies, hands on cocks, gasping and moaning in a chorus around us as I fucked Janice fiercely, yanking on the leash. Her body was rigid, trembling, and her cunt was slick and tight, her thighs shining with her wetness. She suddenly cried out, "Master I'm cumming!" And she did, exploding with spasms that racked her body. I pulled her body up against me as I gave two more hard thrusts and came inside her tight pussy, growling, my arms around her belly and neck as my cock sent shocks of cum deep into her. I held her like that, her body bare and my dick inside her. She turned and buried her face in my neck, trembling, panting, in the center of the dance floor that had dissolved into an orgy. Right in front of us, a young lesbian couple was absorbed in a rough strap-on fuck. The older one stood behind, her huge, gelatious breast mass supported by a corset. From the waist down, she was bare except for the strap-on. Her hair was long and straight. She had a handful of the younger woman's hair, yanking it hard, pulling her head back. The younger woman was bent forward, one leg up on a chair, the other on the floor, her hands gripping the edges of one of the tables as she panted and groaned with each thrust of the thick dildo. I watched as the young woman screeched and thrashed, cumming wildly as the woman behind her snarled and spanked her as she pumped away relentlessly. Behind them, at another table, a grey haired man reclined in a chair, his cock jutting upwards as a woman his age sucked his cock, her head bobbing as she cradled and caressed his large balls. Janice was watching another couple, though, to the side of us. Like the lesbians, they were doing it doggy style, but he was fucking her ass. She moaned and squirmed, and I wasn't completely sure it was out of pleasure or pain, or both. Janice stared, and when the woman with the cock in her ass caught Janice's eye, she gave Janice a sexy smile. My dick was getting hard again. With all the sex going on around us, and Janice's sexy body mine for the taking, how could it not? But Janice moved forward and my rapidly hardening cock flopped out of her swollen pussy. "Do me like that, master. Fuck my ass," she said, looking at me. I didn't waste time arguing. She bent over again in front of me. Her pussy looked incredible, puffy and wet, but she reached both hands back and spread her ass cheeks. I realized the reason anal hadn't been on her list was probably because she had done it before. I rubbed my dick against her wet pussy to lubricate it, and then pressed the tip against her asshole. I could feel her trying to relax it as I worked the head of my cock inside. I took it slow, letting her push backwards onto me bit by bit, letting her set the pace. Eventually we got my dick all the way in her little ass. She held her ass cheeks wide open as I started to slide in and out, gently at first, slowly. "Oh god, yes," she said, moaning softly. "Fuck this ass, master. Fuck your little slut in the ass." I did, slowly at first, then faster. It was a tight fit, and felt incredible. She met each thrust with a backwards push, and soon our bodies were slapping together. She groaned and gasped. I put my hand on the back of her neck, holding her down as I fucked her ass deep and hard. Her cries started to cycle higher, and she asked "Master can I cum?" "What are you?" "I'm a slut, master! I'm a fucking slut!" "Beg. Let me hear you beg, slut!" "Please master! Please can I cum! Fuck my slut ass and make me cum master oh please, please fuck my ass!" "Not yet. Tell me who you belong to." "I'm yours, master! I'm yours! I'll do anything Master, I'm your fuckslut please let me cum I can't hold it please!" I said, "Cum now slut girl!" And she did. Her nails dug into her ass cheeks and she wailed and shuddered as I pounded away at her ass, not slowing my tempo. It takes me a long time the second time around, and I kept banging away at her ass. Soon she was squirming again and moaning, meeting my thrusts. "Oh god, I'm going to cum again, Master! Can I cum please oh please master!" "Not yet, slut!" I fucked her as she held her ass cheeks wide open, crying out and begging. Until I told her to cum. She did, again, wailing and shuddering, her fingers leaving red welts in her ass cheeks. God she was so fucking hot. "I'm going to cum, slut girl. You get to pick, where do you want it?" "On my tits master," she moaned. "I want you to cum on your slut's tits." I pulled out and she turned, kneeling in front of me. She grabbed it and started stroking it hard and fast, massaging my balls as I exploded, sending loops of white cum across her body. My load hit her chest and she moaned, panting as I came in her hand, on her chest, on her belly. She milked my cock, smearing the tip across her tits, and I couldn't help another groan of pleasure. She rubbed her hands through it, smearing it over her skin. "I want to reek of you, Master. I want your scent on me. I'm yours. I'm yours." I collapsed then, pulling her onto my lap. I told her what a good girl she was, how good she'd made me feel. I told her I'd always take care of her, she'd always be my girl, that no one had ever made me feel the way she did. And I meant every word. My Girl Ch. 03 The phone rings on your desk, and you answer it smartly, reciting the usual office greeting. It's me on the other end. "How's work?" I ask. "Fine." I hear the smile in your voice. You're thinking of what we did this morning. "How are you?" "Great. Rock hard dick in my hand as we speak." You laugh out loud. "Nice having your own office, huh?" "The perks of a sympathetic boss," I say, smiling. "Hey, listen. You know why I'm calling don't you?" You hesitate, rubbing your forehead. You feel your face reddening Outside your office, a hallway meeting is taking place, and three coworkers are in earshot. "Jamie....I....I can't right now." "I didn't just hear that, did I?" I say patiently. "There are people right outside my cube looking in at me." You say, twirling your hair the way you do when you're nervous. "Come one." I say. "Do it. Do it now, or I'll make it two. Remember, I'll check when I pick you up from work, so you'd better do it." "Jamie," you say, trying to reason with me. "Okay.....now it's two." I say firmly. "And make sure you do it slowly. I want to hear you. I want to hear each one." "Alright," you whisper. You scoot in close to your desk so no one can see, and then you open your legs, pulling your skirt up. You aren't wearing any panties, but a short string with a small ring on the end dangles down out of your ass. Lowering your head so no one can see, you take hold of the string and pull gently, and a small gasp escapes you as the first bead begins to emerge from your sweet pucker. Your nipples instantly come to attention, and you bite your lip, stifling a moan into a whimper. "That's it," I say. "That's very good. Slowly." My voice is thick with lust, and you feel your pussy quiver as you slowly draw the bead out through your tight pucker. Your breath catches as the widest part of the ball passes through your sphincter, and with a final tug and spasm of your asshole, the bead pops out as a soft "unh" escapes you. You look up at the conference outside your cube, but no one seems to have noticed. Your breathing is coming faster now. "One more," I say. "Take your time, baby." You'd gotten used to the fullness of the beads stuffed up inside you, but now the pressure is back, and you want to bear down and force them all out of you. You know you can't do that, especially here. You swallow and begin to pull again, your hand shaking, as you pant into the phone. Your pussy is tingling, now, with wanting. "That's good," I say. "Think about my hands while you do it, my hands on your body, holding your ass, moving over your back, massaging your breasts...." You let the bead go back inside and whisper pantingly, "You're not going to make this easy, are you?" "Do you want to make it three?" You don't answer. You lower your head and bite your lip, drawing the string taut. You feel the wetness between your legs become a trickle as you begin to pull. As you draw the bead out, you gasp and whisper, "god you got me so wet...." The bead begins to emerge from your tight, pink asshole, as you listen to my breathing through the phone. You pussy clenches at nothing, sending another trickle down between your ass cheeks. The widest part of the bead spreads your asshole, and you moan softly as it pulls through your tingling asshole. As it pops out, another small grunt escapes you. You let go of the string and hide your face with your hand, not daring to look if anyone has heard or seen. Together, we pant into the phone for a moment, recovering. "That was good," I say. "That was very good. I'll see you tonight, darling." You smile to yourself. "Bye, Sir." As you hang up the phone, you look up and see one of the other girls standing there with a sympathetic look on her face. "Are you okay, honey? Is everything alright?" You realize she thinks you've been crying on the phone. "Oh yes, everything is fine." "Guys can be so hard to deal with. It's like whenever there's a problem, we're just supposed to pull whatever they want out of our ass, you know?" You nod. You're trying hard not to laugh. My Girl Ch. 1 Placing my golf clubs carefully in the trunk of my Audi, I stood still for a moment to stare at my scorecard. I double-checked my addition and sure enough I had come in with a 79, a new personal best. Yes! Life was good and getting better every day. I had only taken up golf two years ago and was sure that my teaching-pro was going to be pleased with my progress. My only regret was that I was forced to wait until I was almost forty to take up the sport. It was just over two years ago when that bitch wife of mine left our daughter Lori and I to move out of state to spend the inheritance she received when her well-to-do father passed away. She didn't want to share "her" considerable fortune but the upside was that I didn't have to pay alimony and because she left our daughter Lori with me, I had no child support to pay either. I wished her no harm but thought about all the fun I missed because she was such a super-bitch for so many years. I had wanted to start golfing years ago but she thought it was selfish and irresponsible of me to take an afternoon away from her to play a round of golf with the guys. Well fuck that and fuck her! I kept reminding myself to not dwell in the past but to live for the future. Yes, life was good. I had a great career, a beautiful 18 year old daughter who seemed to adore me and I had just played my best ever round of golf. The engine in my S8 roared to life, I opened the sunroof, put on my shades and cracked a smile as I hit the CD player and discovered that Lori's Backstreet Boys CD was still in the player. I'd never let her know it but I didn't hate their music as much as I let on. Looking at the sky through the sunroof and tapping my fingers on the steering wheel in time to the music, I suddenly felt like a teenager again. My daily workouts at the gym and three or four rounds of golf each week had kept me in good shape. There was no fat on this body, my hair had yet to turn grey and my green eyes still seemed to be able to attract the gaze of the opposite sex. Maybe it was time to start looking for someone to share the rest of my life with. It had been a long time since I had slept with anyone. Even though my wife was a bitch I had remained completely faithful. Not that I didn't have the opportunity to stray. That sexy little secretary of mine had been a little cock tease for a long time but no matter how much cleavage she would show me, I remembered a lesson I had learned a long time ago, not to fish in the company pond. That was after all, how I had met my wife. It was easy to remember the early days when she would come into my office, close the door, suck me off, zip me up and be back at her office in Accounting before anyone would miss her. She was a sexy bitch to be sure. And oh how she seemed to love swallowing my cum. Most of the time she would rather suck me off than make love. Who was I to argue? For some reason, all that changed after the birth of our beautiful baby girl. From the time she was a baby, Lori was the love of my life and her seemingly endless devotion to me made it easy for her to have me wrapped around her little finger. I would do anything for her and as she started to grow up, she would do the same for me. She was rarely far from my side and although she was not a tomboy, she seemed to spend far more time with me than her mother. I think this is what caused my wife to grow more distant as each year past. With the benefit of hindsight, I guessed that my ex-wife's behaviour was the result of the amount of time that Lori spent with me and that she felt a little jealous and perhaps, left out. Even when we were together at the beach or at a restaurant, little Lori would rarely speak to her mother. Instead, she seemed perfectly happy to confine her conversation to me. She always answered my wife's questions with as short an answer as possible and I suppose the long and short of it was that they really didn't like each other much. I am thankful to my wife for one huge reason however. It seems that Lori has benefited considerably from dipping into my ex-wife's gene pool. Lori is every bit as beautiful as her mother and as she started to grow up, I realized she would become every father's worst nightmare. I was not looking forward to all the scuz balls that would be showing up at our front door to take Lori "to the movies". By the age of 15, Lori had become a beautiful woman and I had to keep reminding myself that she was still a little girl and more importantly, was my daughter. I thought back to when I was 15 and couldn't remember any girls at school who were blessed with Lori's figure. I noticed that some of Lori's girlfriends were equally well endowed and I often contemplated how the human species was evolving. Now that Lori was 18, she had a body that most women would kill for. Large, firm and full C cup breasts, a cute little ass and long slender legs that made me slap myself on the side of the head every time I caught myself staring at them. I sometimes put the staring down to the fact that I hadn't had sex in over two years and whether she was my daughter or not, I had a beautiful and sexy woman living under the same roof. Oddly however, Lori did not seem to date much. When she did, it was always with a bunch of friends and she was always home early, usually electing to sit with me to watch whatever DVD I had rented for the night. I wasn't sure why she didn't seem to have a steady boyfriend but I will admit it took a lot of worry away knowing she wasn't fighting some guy off in the back seat of his car. For years, Lori had gotten into the habit of lying on the couch with her head in my lap while we watched a movie together. I would always stroke her hair as she laid her head in my lap and had been doing so since she was a little girl. She always seemed to love it when I stroked her hair and I would catch her staring up at me from time to time with a happy and contented look on her face. Every once in awhile, she would comment on how safe and happy she felt when we were together like this. More recently, I was becoming a little distressed on "movie night" at home. Just as always, Lori would curl up on the couch and lay her head in my lap. Lately however, she had started to dress much differently. Gone were the flannel pyjamas of her youth, gone were the big comfy sweats of her early teens, now she was starting to wear little tube tops or halter tops which seemed far too small given the size of her breasts. Also, she would wear silk running shorts that looked like they came from a Victoria Secrets collection instead of a sporting goods department. This meant that while she laid her head on my lap, if I looked down at her instead of watching the movie, I would be treated to a view of the upper curves of her beautiful breasts, often with abundant cleavage, and I could see the soft, smooth skin of her inner thigh as she laid on the couch beside me. Sometimes, I would catch myself looking at her pussy because the silky little shorts seemed to have gone right up her little slit. I had to doubt that she wore panties in order for the silk shorts to mould so perfectly to the outline of her pussy. Back to being distressed. As hard as I tried, sometimes it wasn't possible to stop thinking of Lori in a sexual context and predictably, my cock would start to respond as it thought it should. When I started to get hard, I would excuse myself to go to the bathroom, give myself a stern lecture about the fact that Lori was my daughter, wait for my cock to get soft and rejoin Lori in the media room. Sometimes, no matter how much I chastised myself for having inappropriate thoughts about Lori, my cock would not go soft. I usually lounged around in loose fitting sweat pants and there was no way to hide my cock when it was angry (or happy). At times like this, I would drop my sweats and jerk off into the bathroom sink. Whether I liked it or not, and more often than not, little fantasies of Lori would be going through my head as I stroked my cock. I would think of her beautiful big breasts, her lovely legs with the smooth, soft skin of her inner thighs or the outline of her pussy lips that were so obvious through the silky material of her shorts. I seriously considered getting some type of counselling to get help with these thoughts and feelings but always chickened out for fear that I would be tagged as a bad father who had incest on his mind. I was always afraid that if I told the truth, I would be reported and was at risk of losing my daughter. And, it would kill me to think that Lori might find out how inappropriate and naughty my thoughts were towards her. Usually, after pumping a big load into the sink, cleaning it up and admonishing myself, I felt guilty enough that when I returned to the couch I could stop from getting another erection. It was often a difficult task however because as soon as I planted my butt on the couch, Lori would put her head back in my lap and move her head around until she was comfortable. I sometimes had to bite my lip to stop form getting hard again because the feeling of her long blond hair rubbing gently on my lap (and cock) was too damn sexy. Several nights ago, I had rented a movie and sure enough, Lori came bouncing into the media room, curled up on the couch and put her head in my lap. While we were waiting for the movie to start (we had already seen all the movie trailers) she rolled over on her back to be able to look into my eyes and to chat. She told me about her day and in her usual animated manner, was waving her arms all over the place as she described what had happened that day at the mall. This was killing me because with all her waving about, her full breasts were dancing around just inches in front of my eyes and the back of her head was thumping onto my cock. It was all I could do to try and stay soft so that she wouldn't realize she was resting her head on my cock, and a hard one at that. It got so bad I offered to go make us some popcorn just so I could get out of there before my cock took on a life of its own. As we watched the movie (a pretty boring one at that) I had to stop form peeking at the rise and fall of her big breasts as she breathed. She was so beautiful. Whether it was being tired from a round of golf I had played that afternoon, or because the movie sucked, I soon fell asleep. A little while later I awoke from a very sensuous dream and to my horror, realized that I had a full blown stiffy and that Lori was rubbing her head on it. I didn't know whether to shit or go blind so until I could figure out what to do, I pretended to still be asleep. I peeked out from slits in my eyelids and looked down at Lori. She too appeared to be asleep too but was rubbing her cheek in a steady rhythm on my cock. I didn't think this was normal for someone who was asleep and tried to determine whether she was really asleep or was pretending ... just like me. I couldn't be sure but all I knew was that I didn't want to try and explain my way out of this one. I let her continue to rub my cock with her head for a few more seconds and then as gently as I could, I carefully lifted her off my lap and got off the couch. I laid her back down on the couch, pulled a blanket over her and went to the bathroom. It took me about two nanoseconds to come to the realization that there was nothing that was going to stop me from beating off. Fuck I was horny. I felt guilty and horny and everything else but with all these thoughts running through my head, I pulled down my sweat pants, grabbed my cock and started giving it all I could. At that moment, I really didn't care anymore and the thought of making love to Lori was in my head as I beat my meat. Precum was already leaking from the end of my dick and I rubbed the slippery stuff into the plum shaped head of my cock with my thumb while I stroked off with the other hand. My balls hang very low and were banging into the sink as I pumped my cock. The cool and smooth texture of the porcelain on the sink felt wonderful on my hot and sweaty balls. I reached down with my free hand and pulled on my sack, something that my ex-wife loved to do, and stretched my sack while I fisted my cock. Because the cool sink felt so good on my balls, I lifted them over the edge and let them rest in the sink while I used both hands to stroke myself. I knew it wouldn't take long and I soon pumped thick ropes of hot gooey cum into the sink. My second blast caught me leaning back on my heels a bit and a large, thick rope of cum flew up end-over-end and onto the mirror above the sink. Fuck, what a mess. But right then I didn't care and I kept pumping my cock until I finally emptied my balls. I stood at the sink and tried to catch my breath. I looked at myself in the mirror and started to have serious doubts about my sanity. Here I was, standing in front of the bathroom sink with my sweat pants down around my ankles and looking at myself in a mirror that was covered in my cum. I looked into the sink and saw the huge load that I had pumped out of my cock and wondered for a silly and weird moment if it would clog the sink when I tried to rinse it down the drain. Looking at myself in the mirror, I knew I had to get my shit together. This wasn't healthy behaviour. I knew I had to get back into the dating game and start directing my sexual energy in a more acceptable direction, preferably into the mouth or pussy of some big titted blond that would become my wife and that would help me stop having inappropriate thoughts about my own daughter. I realized that I had just described the woman of my dreams and that the description matched the beautiful young lady that was sleeping on the couch in the next room. I was really fucked up. I didn't want to think about this anymore right now and started to clean up my mess. I was so glad my ex-wife used to love to swallow because it meant I didn't have to clean up a mess like this all the time. After I cleaned up the gooey mess, I went back into the media room to check on Lori. She was still asleep so I carefully picked her up in my arms like I've done ever since she was a little girl and carried her into her room. I laid her on the bed, pulled up the covers, kissed her on the forehead and closed her door. I went back to my room feeling like a dirty perv. Even as I had laid her down on her bed I couldn't stop myself from looking at her gorgeous body. It had been so long since I tasted a pussy and I missed it so much. I told myself that this would all go away as soon as I got myself back into the dating game and found myself a girlfriend. The next morning, I was sitting at the kitchen table having a coffee and reading the paper when Lori walked in. She came over and gave me a big hug and because I was sitting down, when she hugged me I got a face full of big, firm young breasts. The hug was a quick one and with a kiss on the top of my head she went to the counter to make herself some toast. I asked her what she had planned for the day and she told me that she was going shopping with her friends but would be home early and was wondering if we could watch another movie together. We talked about what movie I should rent and then I took a deep breath and mustered the courage to tell her that I thought we should have a little chat when she got back from shopping. She asked if anything was wrong and I told her that all was well but that I needed to have a little father/daughter discussion. She looked at me a little funny but said OK and carried on with making her breakfast. The entire day was hell for me. I was in a constant state of turmoil. What should I say? I knew I couldn't keep running to the bathroom every five minutes to jerk off. That was crazy. I had to do something or we were at serious risk of having our relationship harmed in some way. I had to figure out a way to handle this that wouldn't make her think there was anything wrong between us and at the same time, let her know that things had to change. Being a Saturday, I went to the gym for my workout, stopped by the movie rental place, picked up two DVD's and went home to cut the grass. The yard work all done, I had a long, hot shower and jumped into my comfy sweat pants and threw on an old Hard Rock Café t-shirt. Her friends dropped off Lori and she came bouncing into the house excited to show me what she had bought. She had picked up a new bathing suit, a couple pair of shorts, a cute little top and of course, a pair of shoes. She said she wasn't sure about the bathing suit and could she model it for me to get my opinion. Our swimming pool was ready to go for the summer and Lori shyly explained that she had grown out of last year's bathing suit. When she changed and came back into the kitchen, I could she what she meant. I had neckties that had more material than her new bathing suit. It consisted of a little top that barely covered her nipples, never mind the rest of her large breasts and the bottom was one of those dental floss thongs that leaves your whole ass exposed. Lori did a little pirouette and was modeling the suit for me when she noticed what must have been a frown on my face. She quickly advised me that she would only wear this suit when she was at home with me and would never wear it elsewhere or in front of other people. She said that I was the only one she felt comfortable with wearing a suit like this and it would make it so much better to tan in. I could clearly see her nipples through the thin material and a blind man could have seen that her nipples were growing as she stood there. Before long, her nipples had extended so far that they threatened to burst though the material. She shyly told me that she could barely get into the c cup but couldn't bring herself to move up to a d cup. She somehow believed that a c cup was fine but that a d cup made her look like a cow. I tried not to stare at her big tits and looked instead at the bottom piece and was sure that it must have been painted on. I could clearly see the outline of her pussy lips and could easily tell that she had completely shaved her little pussy. Fuck. Here we go again. I told her she looked absolutely beautiful and that she had grown up into an absolutely stunning and beautiful woman. She blushed a little, did a little curtsy and ran off to her bedroom to change. We ordered Chinese food, had a little food fight with some chow mien noodles and opened our fortune cookies. She told me her fortune said she was going to meet someone who would care for her deeply. She smiled and told me she already had met that person and he was sitting on the other side of the kitchen table. I smiled back at her, threw another noodle at her and got up to clear the dishes. I was standing at the sink rinsing off the plates when she came up behind me and gave me a big hug. I could feel her hard nipples burning holes into my back through the thin material of her t-shirt. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why did she have to be my daughter? It was now or never. I asked her take a couple of cokes into the media room and wait for me while I got the rental movie out of my car. I went into our media room and instead of plopping down in my usual seat on the couch (where she was waiting for me) I sat in a chair. She handed me my Coke and again asked if something was wrong. This was going to take awhile. There was no way I could blurt out what I really felt. I started by reminding her that her mom had left several years ago. I told her that for whatever reason, I had not dated much and as such, had not had the benefit of a woman's "company" for a long time. I went on to tell her that I was a perfectly normal male who had urges but that those urges were going unsatisfied. I told her that I had been very happy for the last few years and during that time, I wasn't sure I wanted to bring another woman into the house. I mentioned that I had heard so many horror stories about family turmoil caused by bringing a new mom or dad into the family and I didn't want to risk it. My Girl Ch. 1 I told her that she was the most important person in my life, that I loved her more than she could ever know and that I was afraid of driving a wedge into our relationship by bringing another woman into the house. She asked, "What could another woman do that I can't?" It was time to put all my cards on the table. I leaned forward in my chair and took Lori's hands between mine. I looked into her eyes and said that the truth is that I missed having sex. With aids and everything I wasn't into casual sex and besides, I hated wearing condoms and all the complications that came with having sex with a stranger. I took a deep breath and went on to say that even though she was my daughter, she had grown into such a sexy woman that she served as a constant reminder that I missed being intimate with a woman. I tried to use semi-clinical language to keep the discussion as impersonal as possible. She seemed a little lost for words and finally asked if I really thought she was sexy. I decided to go for it, even at the risk of grossing her out. I told her that her beautiful big breasts drove me crazy, that when I saw her nipples I wanted to scream out of frustration and that I was in a constant state of arousal. I reminded her of how she looked in her new bathing suit and told her if it had been anyone else standing in the kitchen wearing that sexy little number I wouldn't have been able to control my "urges" To Be Continued... My Girl Ch. 2 I knew that this would be a turning point in our relationship. Lori looked at me with those beautiful, bright blue eyes of hers and I half expected her to run out of the room in disgust. I couldn't believe that I had just openly shared my true feelings. Rather than bolt however, she held my hands tightly, looked at me and seemed to be searching for the right words to say. I muttered on and told her that I was so sorry and that she had every right to be grossed out by my feelings and I promised never to speak of such things again. I told her that I meant no harm and would probably return to "normal" as soon as I got off my ass and found a new girlfriend. I started running off at the mouth in an attempt to make a bad situation better and lied by saying that I probably only thought of her in a sexual way because she was so damn sexy and it had been so long since I had been intimate with anyone. I continued rambling in a senseless manner and knew I was at risk of making things worse but I couldn't stop myself. I suppose I was worried that any period of silence would result in a most unhappy ending. Lori must have sensed that I was suffering a great deal of anguish and pain and she finally interjected. "Dad, Dad, shut up for a minute and let me say something will you?" I was almost in tears because of the shame I felt. I sat there with a huge lump in my throat. Then it was her turn to speak. I cast my eyes toward the carpet, unable to look into her eyes. I felt like a scumbag and was worried that I would lose my little girl forever. "First of all Dad, I've know for a long time how you feel about me. Do you think that I never knew how aroused you got when I put my head in your lap? Do you think that I didn't know that my head was pressing into your ..." She seemed to struggle for the right word and finally said, "cock?" "Dad, I think you are the sexiest guy I have ever seen and I love you so much. I know how hard it's been for you since mom left. I used to listen to you two making love and I got so turned on. I used to fantasize that you were making love to me and not her. I used to get so horny listening to you two that I would go to bed and play with myself. I'd fantasize that you were making love to me. I know how excited you get while we watch movies together and when I move my head around in your lap. Why do you think that I started dressing the way I have lately? I am proud of my big breasts and I want you to like them too. "Why do you think I bought the bathing suit I did and then told you I would only wear it for you? I want to turn you on Dad. I want you to want me. I know what you do when you excuse yourself and go to the bathroom. Do you really think that I didn't know you were getting hard when I would move my head around on your lap? I used to sneak up to the bathroom door and listen to you jerking off, wishing I had the courage to open the door and help you. I love you dad and I don't think that I would ever want to be with anyone else. I feel as weird about this as you do but I can't help my feelings. I want to be more than your daughter, I want to be your woman." With that, she stopped talking and the silence was deafening. I managed to muster enough courage to look up and into her eyes. I pulled her to me and hugged her hard. I could feel her melt in my arms and without thinking; I lowered my lips to her shoulder and started kissing her bare shoulder and neck. The kisses were really only meant to be a display of affection but I soon found myself inhaling her subtle perfume and hugged her closer, loving the way she felt. I pushed her away from me and again, took her hands in mine. "Baby, I'm so sorry for all this. And I'm so glad that you didn't freak out and run out of here. I would never do anything to hurt you and you are so damn sexy that I had to say something to stop this before I did anything that I would regret forever. I had no idea that you knew how I feel. As your dad, I'm supposed to be the strong one and tell you that no matter what we feel, it would be very wrong for us to do anything that might harm our relationship. I'm afraid that if I slipped up and ever did something, you would think I was a perv and hate me. There is no way I can abuse your innocence." Lori looked at me and smiled. She had little tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. "Dad I love you so much. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not a little kid anymore. I am a woman and I have urges of my own. Thanks to a secret stash of some toys that mom left behind, I have been sexually active for years but I am still technically a virgin. No boy has even got to first base with me. I know you have been masturbating a lot and well, so have I. Whenever I play with myself, I think of you. I have never wanted anyone but you. Why do you think I don't date much and why I'm always home early? You are the man I want to be with. I'm old enough to know better and I have the same type of concerns you do about our relationship. But why do you think I started wearing sexy stuff all the time? I was trying to push you into making the first move. I love you for your honesty, and I know what must be going on in your mind but all I know is that I want you as more than my father and I want to give myself to you in every way." I wasn't sure what to say. I felt I had to make one last try at being a good father. "Lori, you are everything I could ever hope for in a woman. I love you, I love being with you all the time, and I want to make love to you in the worst way. But even though I now know that you might feel the same way, it would be very wrong for me to take advantage of you. I knew that I was rambling like an idiot and I was paralysed by fear and indecision. I didn't know what to do. Part of me wanted to put down my foot and say that nothing could ever happen because it would be so wrong and part of me wanted to carry Lori to my bed and make love to her forever. Funny enough, it was Lori that took the initiative. Still kneeling in front of my chair, she withdrew her hands from mine. She leaned back on her heels, grabbed the bottom of her little tube top and very slowly lifted it off and over her head. She just sat there on her heels and let me look at her. And look at her I did. She is so fucking beautiful. Her large, firm breasts sit high and proud on her ribcage and are capped by large pink nipples that look so yummy contrasted against the creamy white flesh of her big tits. Lori's nipples were growing in front of my eyes and the seemed to have a direct link to my cock. The larger they grew, the larger my cock grew. Lori then shuffled closer to me, got between my legs and wrapped her arms around me, pressing her face into my chest. I could feel the weight of her tits pressing against my legs and her nipples were poking into me. We hugged for a moment and then she lifted her head and looked into my eyes. I was completely lost by now and I lowered my head to gently touch my lips to hers, afraid to really kiss her the way I wanted to but wanting desperately to taste her sweet lips. As we kissed, we slowly increased the pressure with our lips and I slowly slipped my tongue into her mouth. I felt an electric shock as our tongues touched and all of a sudden, I knew this was meant to be. Her tongue moved slowly in and out my mouth and I sucked softly on it, letting her fuck my sucking lips with her tongue. I snuck a glance at my lap and noticed a big wet spot in my grey sweat pants caused by my cock that was now pumping out a continuous supply of precum. She tasted so good I never wanted this kiss to end. I moved my hands down to cup her beautiful tits and to weigh them in my hands. So big, heavy, firm yet so soft and smooth. I was deeply in love and in lust. I could feel her nipples burning holes in the palms of my hands and unable to stop myself, I took a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and gently pulled and twisted on them. Lori moaned into my mouth and I discovered that the harder I pulled and twisted on her nipples, the more excited she seemed to get. I gently broke off our kiss and stood up, pulling Lori to her feet. My cock was making an obscene tent in my sweat pants and there was a huge wet spot where the head of my dick was threatening to burst through the thin material. She looked at the bulge and smiled a wicked little smile. It was as if she knew she was about to get something that she had been waiting for, for a long time. I kissed her again, spinning her around and then slowly slid her silky shorts down and off, letting them fall to the floor around her ankles. I could smell her excitement. She smelled so good and I had to taste her. I lowered her into the chair. Now it was my turn to get on my knees. I spread her lovely legs and gently caressed the soft, smooth skin of her inner thighs. I looked at her little pussy and was excited and pleased to see that she was shaved smooth. Fuck I want her. Willing myself to take my time, I kissed her knee and ran a series of kisses and licks from her knee to within inches of that shaved paradise. The soft skin of her thigh felt so good against my lips. I pulled her forward until the edge of her cunt was hanging over the edge of the chair. Then I kissed my way up her other thigh. Lori started to say something and I shushed her. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. I could smell her excitement. I put one hand on each knee, spread her legs just a little bit more and started to lick her little pussy. I started on the edges and traded licks for kisses. I kept my licking to the edges and stopped every once in awhile to look at her beautiful cunt. Then I couldn't stand it anymore, I made a point with my tongue and slowly slipped it into her slit and gave her one long, slow probing lick from the bottom to the top. She tasted as sweet as honey. I gave her one more long, slow lick the length of her slit. I looked at her slightly puffy pink cunt lips and sucked one into my mouth. Nibbling softly on her cunt lip, I applied the same treatment to its counterpart. Lori's little pussy was leaking her sweet juices and any composure I had left me. I shoved my face hard into her cunt and started eating her for all I was worth. I could feel Lori's hands on my head, trying to shove my head into her cunt. I stuck my tongue as far as I could into her and fucked her cunt with my face. I was quick to realize that this was the sweetest pussy I had ever tasted. I loved her cunt so much I never wanted to remove my face. Then I began to tease her little clit. It wasn't all that little and I was able to gently suck on it with ease. I alternated between flicking my tongue across it and running little circles around it. Lori was moaning loudly and said, "Daddy, oh Daddy, please eat my pussy." "Eat me Daddy." I could feel her start to tense up and I knew she was close. With both hands, she grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head into her cunt. I reached up and grabbed a big tit in each hand and started mauling them as I ate her wet little cunt. I started sucking on her clit in earnest and suddenly, her legs straightened out, she arched her back and thrashed around yelling out how much she loved me. I watched her face as she came and she was so damn beautiful I thought she must be an angel. There is no way anyone could be as beautiful. I loved her. And now that I've had a taste, I knew I could never be happy unless I was eating her little cunt on a regular basis. Lori's eyes were closed and she had a little smile on her lips. Her tits were rising and falling with the quickness of her breathing. She is perfect. All of a sudden, she opened her eyes and said quietly, "Two can play that game Dad." We traded places in the chair and before I sat down, she untied the string holding up my sweat pants and let them slip to the floor. She was kneeling at my feet and as my sweats fell down, my cock sprang up and slapped her in the face. She gently grasped my big cock with one of her little hands and with the other, lifted my sweats out of the way and tossed them across the room. Then she gently pushed me down into the chair. "Dad, you can't imagine how long I've wanted to suck your big cock. It's more beautiful than I could have hoped for. I can't even get my hands around it it's so big. Dad, please let me suck your big cock. Please let me put my daddy's big cock in my little mouth. Let me suck it, please daddy, please let me suck it." I was so turned on by her little girl voice and by the way she was holding my cock in both hands, holding the head less than half an inch from those pouting lips as she spoke. My mind was threatening to go into overload. Here was my sexy little baby with her hands wrapped around my cock, stroking it gently and begging me to let her suck it. I struggled with the mental disconnect between her little girl mannerisms and the rest of her that was all big tits and a beautiful, sexy woman. My cock was leaking a steady stream of precum and it was running over her fingers making little squishy sounds as she fisted my cock with both hands. She asked once again if I would please let her suck my cock. I didn't know what to say so I just reached out, held the back of her head, and brought her face closer to the head of my cock. She smiled a little girl smile and while looking into my eyes, licked the head of my cock. She snuggled in a little closer until her big soft tits were lightly caressing my legs. Then, without warning, she held my cock at the base and rammed her mouth onto my cock and started sucking like crazy. She was making little moaning sounds as she sucked and soon I could feel the head of my cock hitting the entrance to her throat. Then she surprised the hell out of me. She slowly throated my cock and in one slow attempt, took me completely in her mouth and down her throat. It was so fucking tight and felt so good that I thought I would blow my load right there. She didn't move for a minute and let herself get accustomed to the size of my cock. I had no idea how she was able to do this on her first try. Must have been practicing with her mother's "toys." I could see her nostrils flaring as she breathed through her nose. Without moving her mouth, she grabbed my balls and began massaging them. She grabbed the loose skin on my sack and stretched my sack as far away from my body as she could. This seemed to make my cock swell even more and then she started fucking my cock with her mouth and throat. I was leaning back in the chair and watched my beautiful daughter deep throat my cock and play with my balls. I felt her rub her big tits into my legs as she sucked my cock. I had to warn her that I was close to cumming. I was afraid of grossing her out by cumming in her mouth. A soon as I said I was about to cum, she slipped my cock out of her mouth and with the head of my cock sitting on her lower lip she asked if I would please cum in her mouth and let her swallow it. "I want to eat your cum daddy. I want to taste it and swallow it, please cum in my mouth." Thank fuck she was just like her mother and really wanted to eat my cum. I told her to suck daddy's cock and get ready because I was getting ready to cum in her little mouth. She looked so happy and put the head of my cock back in her mouth and milked my cock with both hands into her mouth. I thought the top of my head was going to explode as my orgasm approached and I watched her beautiful face as she sucked my cock. Then, for the first time in a long time, I felt myself shudder as I felt myself start to cum. I watched as she sucked and swallowed as fast as she could. I thought my load would be too much for her but she didn't lose a drop. She kept sucking and swallowing as I emptied my balls into her mouth. When she had sucked me dry, she continued softly sucking my cock. Then she took my cock out of her mouth, hugged it to her cheek and told me that she loved me. I leaned over to kiss her and ran my tongue into her mouth tasting myself. We kissed for a minute and I carefully pulled her up to her feet and sat her on my lap. She leaned her head into my shoulder and held me tightly. I softly held one of her soft, heavy breasts in my hand and kissed her forehead. Thankfully, we didn't feel the need to say anything. This felt so right. I lifted her chin with my finger, kissed her softly on the lips and told her I loved her. Then my beautiful little daughter asked if it was OK if we went to bed. It dawned on me that one of our beds just might become redundant from now on. We slowly got up, held hands and walked down the hall to "our" bedroom. My Girl Friends View of Our First Fuck The Girl’s story. My view point to my first fuck Over years, I had dreamt that one day I would meet a boy who would make me beg to fuck him. I would get wet thinking of such a circumstance. Yet, all I could do in my conservative home was to look out of the window and look at boys and later lock my room and masturbate. In one early, humid and particularly dreadful summer, my family decided to drive down to the nearest sea resort. After we left our home town, I suggested to my Mother that we should swing by the town where one of my brother’s friend studied. May be we could pick him up and take him across to the sea resort for the holiday. We owed that to him since his family was known to us in some way. I would be lying if I stated that I did not know that he had in the past looked at me askance and made it clear to me that he would actually give his right hand to fuck me. But, then he was very young. I was younger. While we drove to the resort I sat with Ravi (that was his name) in the front seat and fought like two brats. We shoved and pushed and snatched and scratched each other. Most like two co-eds, who only teased each other. My Mother admonished me when the noise became too much between dropping off to sleep in the rattling car. In reality I was scheming whether it were possible for me to seduce him and to fuck. I wondered, would his cock feel good? Would be make love or would he rape me? Would he fuck at all? Would he reject me? Would he prematurely squirt his sperm all over me? What did a full grown and erect cock look like? Did it taste good? Was it as nice to fuck as it was to masturbate? In masturbation, there were no failures. Only success and pleasure. Would he hurt me while fucking? We reached later than sooner. We checked in with the extended family of 6 in a hotel with two rooms. The rooms were interconnected by a door. Immediately after reaching, Ravi said ‘I am going and changing’. I went to the bathroom and lifted my petticoat and slowly ran my hand over my pussy and thought what it could look after a couple of fucks. I shivered at the though of being laid. As per our norms I was not permitted to change into a swim suit. I had to do with the saree. On the beach, I had to stay back in the shallows while the boys had fun. Some of the larger waves would lift me six inches above the ground and land me back. It was a slightly tipsy feeling. Ravi came bye and teased me many times that I was chicken and that I just do not have the guts to get into a swimming costume and take a swim. May be I not have a good figure. May be I had nothing to show and thus hide!!! I felt slighted. But told myself, “Just wait till you fuck me, you bastard”. I schemed and went into deeper water and let the water throw me onto the floor. He rushed towards me and helped me get up. I let my breasts touch his legs as I was pulled up. He glanced at me and continued. I told myself “How do I tell him that I am aching for him”. “He is so dumb. How does a girl say FUCK ME!!!” My Mother saw this happening and called out me in her stentorian voice and asked me to go back to the hotel and become decent. I saw it as a chance which would be wasted if I did not take Ravi along and try out my womanly guile to seduce him. Or to show him that I was a full hot blooded woman. I asked my Mother whether any one could escort me back. My Mother looked and saw Ravi near enough and asked him to escort me back. After saying this, she simply sank back into the sand and looked into the sea. On returning to the hotel with I went into my room and changed into dry clothes. While drying myself, I inadvertently dried my pussy also. Than I though, :Oh no.. I have spoilt is all for myself”. I returned the room where he was but with hair open and wet. On returning I asked Ravi to help me dry my hair. Quite clinically, he picked up a large towel and rubbed my hair dry. We then sat down and started to talk to each other. In order to egg him on more, I asked him impishly “What do you think of my figure? Is it that bad?” He said “It is good”. I asked “Do you have steady girl friend?”. He said ‘No”. I thought “Shit he has not even kissed girl. What is he going to fuck?” I wanted more fucking experience. I asked him why he was not changing into something dry. He said “I have nothing to change into!!”. I teased him and said “Then get into nothing!!!”. And laughed. Suddenly I remembered that after that fall on the beach she had sprained my ankle. I told him so. He looked concerned and asked whether he could massage it for me. I told myself that he was too gentlemanly and that he would not catch me and kiss me or try to fuck me. I despaired. He pulled a foot stool near, lifted my ankle softly and stared to massage my ankle. Each time his hand would stray inched above the ankle I would feel electrified with desire. I asked him “Would you mind massaging my leg”. He primly massaged my calf and lower leg. All from over the saree. He was so good. I almost went to sleep. Suddenly he shifted his position from the stool to the floor and started to relax his angle of massaging. Ravi then asked me “Why don’t you lie down. I can then massage your calf better”. I could feel his warm and firm hands holding my calf down and massaging my legs. It was both relaxing and exciting. No man had ever touched my legs. The saree and the petticoat are large items and have folds all over. Sometimes the saree would get into a bundle and pinch my flesh. I would yelp “Ouch”. Ravi asked “Why don’t I massage your back too?” I said “I will love it.” He massaged the back of my thighs, the small of my back and my back. It was really relaxing. He started to slowly massage the sides of my rib cage. His hands would brush my breasts and then go away. It was tantalizing. A few times he would massage hard and the bra hook would bite into my back. I yelped “Ouch”. Ravi made the first move. It took me by surprise. He said “Why don’t you just take off this silly thing you are wearing. I will massage you better without it”. I kept quiet to see what he did. He asked again. I did not reply. Then I shyly said “ “Why don’t you take it off for me”. Ravi turned me around onto my back effortlessly and pulled me into his arms and made me sit up. Put his arms around me and slowly unhooked the blouse one by one. He verrrry slowly peeled off my blouse and then very slowly unhooked my bra. He slowly lifted off my bra from my breasts. Did he gasp on seeing my beasts? I don’t know. He slowly helped me lie down on my back. Turned me over again with one flip. He was strong. Ravi continued to massage my back. Once in a while he would lift me off the bed and firmly hold my breasts and squeeze them hard. It would hurt. But I liked it too. In all my masturbating, I did not know that it was nice to hurt a little. Soon I was feeling raw on my back. Ravi softly asked me “Should I apply some cream on your back?” I nodded “Yes”. He leant over the dresser and pulled the bottle of Nivea cream and started to apply cream on my back. That was soothing. Once in a while he would lift me up and apply cream to the sides of my breasts. Suddenly he stopped. I looked at him and could see the bulge on his crotch. Seeing me peeking, Ravi caught me and turned me over. My proud and swollen breasts were looking up. He took some more cream on his palms and started to apply cream on my face and on all but my breasts. I could make out, he was teasing me. Tantalizing me. I decided to wait and see what he did. Each time he came near my breasts, I would arch my back and hope that he would fondle them, he would not and leave them. He would slow down as if to softly cup them and excite me. The anticipation exited me more. I was hot. I could feel my pussy wet and hot and eager. He suddenly said “ “You are beautiful. You have beautiful breasts’. I kept quiet for a while and the decided to go for it and asked “Aren’t you having a hard on?”. Ravi asked “Where?” I shifted and firmly said “Stand up”. Ravi looked worried. May be he had gone too far. I took matters onto my hands and sat up. I put my hand on his waist band and said, “This is wet and must go”. I unhooked Ravi’s shorts, unbuttoned all the silly buttons in a hurry, pulled the zip of my shorts and pulled his shorts down with one swoop. Not waiting for him to react, I then hooked her forefingers into his jocks and pulled it down. Ravi’s cock jumped out. It was huge. Hard and erect. Ravi tried to cover his cock. I softly moved his palms away and held his strong and erect cock in my hands and said “Why are you so shy? Let me see it”. I held it firmly and pulled the foreskin back. I leant over and smelt the cock with its pre-cum. It smelt heavenly. I brought my face near to smell it. But I felt like kissing it. I did not wait. I kissed its tip. Ravi appeared shy. I boldly suggested to him that if he was so shy, why didn’t he take off my clothes. The we would be equally clothed? He hesitated and said something. I did not hear it. My head was dizzy with thoughts of how I would be fucked soon. To goad him further, I insulted him by adding “Wouldn’t you like to see my entire body? What I look like? Do you think I have all the things that you think a full blooded girl should have?” She added “May be you like the girl to take command”. Ravi looked a little peeved. He smiled and answered back firmly ‘No. That is wrong. I like to take command.” I mumbled “Then take me over!!!!” Suddenly it appeared to me that my years of prayers had come true. He roughly caught me by my hairs and pulled me down on the bed. All my soft noises of how it hurt me did not work any more. He said once again firmly “Now I will tell you what to do. Do you understand? You will not touch me here (pointing at his swollen and hard cock) Any mistakes will be met with ruthlessness”. I melted under his demanding approach to my sexiness. I waited to see what he did next. I though he would catch me and rape me. But he did not. He dropped a glob of cream onto his palm and applied it to my breasts. In round swirling motion he applied the cream. A little more cream and a little more of massaging my whole upper body. She looked at me and said “Okay”. I waited when he would make me fully naked and would fuck. Each time, while massaging his fingers slid below the drawstring of my petticoat I would arch her back up a little. I truly wanted him. His cock was erect and jumping. Yet he was controlled. He then stopped massaging and started to get closer to me. He pulled off his vest and kissed me on my face. He bit my lips and drove his tongue once in a while into my mouth. While he did that, he fondled my breasts. Quite suddenly he lifted himself up from the position and parted my legs as much as he could. I thought this was it. But no. He slowly lowered himself between my legs and brought his mouth near my nipples. He swirled his tongue teasingly over each nipple one by one. My hands instinctively ran over his hair and I moaned with pleasure and anticipation of the impending sweet fuck. He growled, “Take your hands away”. He caught my hands and pinned them above my head and continued to lick and suck the nipples. In order to lift me by my sides he took his hand off my wrists and lifted me up. My head fell backwards. I was lifted off the bed. He started to suck my breasts deeply. My hands were free. I just could not help it. My hands went for his cock. I held it and started to caress it. This time he was angry. He commanded me “Leave my cock alone”. He lifted me up again and started to kiss my whole body madly and violently. Suddenly he stopped and with a naughty look said “I will not kiss any covered area”. I offered “Let me take the saree off”. Ravi answered back “What?? You will take it off????. You are mine and you have to take my permission”. I realized that he was the lord and master of my pussy and that he would call the shots. But still to tease him I said “Or else??? What!!!”. Ravi got up, distanced himself first, then brought his cock close to my mouth and said, “I wont fuck you”. I protested at his notion that he decided who would fuck me. Ravi caught me by my hair and dragged my head up near his cock. I thought he wanted me to suck it. I opened my mouth and was about to close my lips around his hard and big cock, when he slapped me lightly on my face. Ravi dragged my face up more and started to kiss me deeply and violently. Ravi then told me “You ever tell me something like that, I will not fuck you till you beg.” Suddenly, Ravi dropped me on the bed and walked away. I thought now what. He sat down next to me and looked at my wet body with my saree crumpled near my knees. One knee was crooked away from the body, the other leg straight. My hands above my head and my swollen breasts looking up with pride. I could not take his looking any more. I wanted more. What was he thinking? Some plan? Ravi got up and walked away with his huge cock in front of him. A few moments later I said “Why don’t you come back and do what you were doing?” Ravi asked whether I was pleading for the fuck. I said in desperation “Yes. Please come. Do what you want to.” Instead of picking me up and ripping my saree off, Ravi walked away. He went to the fridge and took out the ice tray.!!! I I thought, “Oh God. Ice torture ahead for me”. I asked “What are you doing?” Ravi did not reply. He also took out the butter tray and walked back. “What is he going to do?” I thought. I again asked “What are you doing?” Ravi naughtily answered back “I think you need some treatment. Just keep quite and enjoy”. He sat himself on the bed. Slowly grasped my waist and lowered his mouth onto my navel. He was tender yet strong. No stopping him. I only Oohed and Aahed. Slowly he lowered his hand towards my drawstring and inserted his fingers in. The fingers came very close to my pubic hair. I was far too excited with the thought of myself being felt where it mattered. He slowly removed his hands from under my petticoat. While taking his hands out he pulled my drawstrings out. He started to tease my navel while feigning to pull the drawstring. I arched and expected to be made naked. Yet he did not. Suddenly he took the largest pillow and placed it under my head and raised my head. He told me “I want you to see what is done to you”. Slowly he pulled the cord. I tried to hold his wrists in mock modestly. I said “No please don’t”. Ravi asked me “Will you simply let me do what I want to or do I do something else?’. He simply said “Put your hands away. Just watch what I do to you and enjoy. If you try to stop me I have some special treatment for you”. I asked “Like what?”. Ravi said “I will tie you, beat you and then fuck dry you many times. Do you understand”. He caught my hands and pulled them up. He then put his palms below my buttocks and raised my hips. He raised my hips almost a feet up from the bed and kissed my pussy from over the saree. He lowered me down and loosened the petticoat. He again left me and started to massage my legs from below. Slowly he lifted my saree all the way up. He took a handkerchief and placed it over my pussy. With my lifted head I could see he massaged all around the pussy bet never touched the pussy. He signaled to me to raise my buttocks. He slowly started to pull off the saree. I tried to hold his wrists. He was angry. He said “I am playing with your pussy you bitch. Your hands will not move from here. Do you understand?” I kept quiet Ravi took up one ice cube and held it over me. The cold water dripped down over me drop by drop. My stomach started to have cramps. This was too much of sexual arousal. . Ravi ran the cube directly over my body over the stomach and then over towards my crotch. He ran it directly towards my slightly open crack. Ravi slowly and deliberately removed the kerchief from my pussy. I was totally naked. He caught me by my ankles and started to part my legs. He lifted the legs up and bent the knees back, as if I was squatting. Then he pushed my knees apart as far as he could. I brought my hands down and tried to hold his cock and guide it into my pussy. I said “Fuck me”. He pushed my hands away and started to slowly touch my clit. He lowered his face into my open pussy and played with my clits with his tongue. That was too much. I said “That hurts”. Ravi stopped and withdrew his face and asked “How would you like to be fucked?” I pleaded “Any way you like. But just fuck me soon”. Ravi asserted “I am the boss. I will fuck you when I like. The way I like and as many times I like”. I kept quiet. Ravi picked up some more cream and started to massage my inner thighs and my buttocks. Slowly he applied the cream into my pussy lips and then on my hole. He then took some butter and applied it over my clit and then into my hole. Ravi lifted my legs towards my chest and slowly applied the cream into my arse. I was tensed immediately. I though “God he will bugger me as well”. I said “I am a virgin you know”. Ravi asked “You want to remain a virgin?”. I pleaded “No. Just fuck me NOW” Ravi slowly lowered himself between my open legs and took his hands from between my legs and held my wrists down. He started to eat my pussy with all the butter. He was licking it all up as if he was hungry. All I could do was to squirm and moan. I started having my first shuddering orgasm. The bastard was masturbating me. While I was having my first climax, I went on saying all the dirty words I could think off. I went on saying “Please fuck me”. When it wore away, I was sore. I wanted to rest a little. So I started to push his hand away. Ravi sternly asked “What is your problem? You can’t take an instruction?” I saucily said “No”. I added for good measure “If you want tie my hands up!!”. Ravi got up. Took my crumpled petticoat from the floor, pulled the drawstring out and roughly caught my wrists and tied them together. He pulled up my wrists to the bedpost and tied them to the wrought iron railing on top. Having tied my hands up he again lowered himself onto my pussy. He pulled my complete back off the bed and sat below it with his legs splayed. My pussy was not only up, it was open and I could stop nothing. While I fought him, he simply went on licking and sucking my pussy. All I could say was “Oooh – Aaah . . .” I simply had quick second orgasm. Ravi kept me back on the bed. He dug up some more butter and applied it liberally on his fingers. Ravi the sat between my wide open legs and applied the butter on my pussy. He said “I will now have breakfast on the pussy”. He proceeded to knead some butter into and around my pussy. My clitoris was hot and red. Once more butter was applied; he then lowered his face on to my pussy and started to lick every corner of my pussy. I had a very quick third orgasm. I was really raw. Ravi simply dipped his finger into the butter and started to probe my virgin hole. I cried out in slight pain and said “It hurts”. Ravi took his time. He teased my pussy while slowly getting me ready for breaking my hymen. The he parted my knees as wide as he could and lowered his face onto my clit. While he licked it, he slowly pushed hard and harder onto my hymen. Then suddenly, he pushed one strong finger hard into my hymen. It broke. It did not hurt that much. Besides, it was so much of pleasure. Ravi pulled his finger out, applied more butter on it and stared to slowly finger fuck me. First he was slow and rhythmic. Then he became erratic and I did not know hen the next thrust would come. My Girl Friends View of Our First Fuck With one hand he held my pussy lips apart and the other rapidly finger fucked me. I started a very strong orgasm. He then stopped for while and saw me enjoying every bit of the finger fucking. He withdrew his finger and licked his fingers. I asked “When will you fuck me”. He said, “Darling. I will take you to the moon and back. I will fuck you after you have had atleast seven orgasms”. He then walked up to the drawer and took out the whiskey bottle. He took a swig directly from the bottle and said “Pussy and whiskey really go well”. He walked back and lifted my legs all the way up and started to lick from below the pussy and probed my arse. He said “Hold that position”. And started to knead my breasts. He said “the poor things are feeling jealous. They feel bad that the pussy is getting all the fun”. While he kneaded my breasts with his hands, his tongue was busy in my arse and running towards my pussy. Then, most unexpectedly, he stopped and looked at my sweating body and said “I want to fuck you now.” He released my wrists. They were paining. Ravi caught me by my legs and said, “Now that forcible pussy eating is over, how would you like uncontrolled fucking?” Ravi caught me by my legs and spread them wide. I got the idea. I said, “Why don’t you tie my legs up now?”. Ravi smiled and said, “You are now joining into the game. You are now behaving like a good sex partner. I love that”. He picked up the nine meter long saree lying limp on the floor and tied my knees with the sidebars of the bed. I helped Ravi stretch my legs further. Ravi brought the butter dish near my fingers. I picked up some butter. He said softly “Apply it yourself onto your pussy your way”. I had other ideas. I applied butter with one hand onto my slit while with the other I applied it on Ravi’s cock. The more I massaged the butter in the more it swole. With both my hands I slowly massaged the butter into his cock. Ravi took my hand away and slowly started to run his cock over my wide open slit, lingering more and more over my open hole. While he did that I masturbated my self twice in quick succession. My pussy was so tensed, only a touch would trigger an orgasm. Ravi asked me “Open your pussy lips with your fingers. Wide”. Slowly he put his warm tip of the hard and thick cock onto the open hole and slowly he pushed it in. I felt as if I was in heaven. I put my arms around his shoulder and helped him enter his cock fully in and to start to hump me. First he was being careful not to hurt me. I pleaded “Fuck me hard. I need to be fucked. I need you. I love you darling. . . . fuck me . . . fuck me”. He started to fuck harder and harder. He held my breasts with one hand while the other ran into my back and ran deep under. Once finger ran between my open buttocks. He slowly slid one finger into my ass and started to pump his cock and his finger. I lowered my finger and started to play with my clit. I started a fantastic orgasm. He started shouting “Aaaaah. Aaaah. I love you. Fuck you. You bitch. You are fantastic”. He had his orgasm and dropped onto me. I slowly kissed his head and his hairs. I said “I want you to fuck me more. I want you to enjoy me more”. I whispered, “Release my legs. It is now my turn to make you enjoy” Ravi slowly lifted himself off and loosened the saree tied on my knees. I lowered my legs and said “Get up. I want you to move away and lie here, while I get your cock satisfied”. He rolled over and looked up. I slowly lowered myself onto his cock and kissed it. It smelt and tasted of my pussy. But more. I licked his cock and sucked it a little. I pulled him up saying “Now listen to me. I am the boss now”. Ravi slowly got up. I led him to the dressing table mirror. I slowly took his hand and placed it over my pussy while I held his cock. His cock was half up, while I was ready for more. I wanted his cock up fully so that I could be fucked. To excite him, I wanted him to see how wanton I was and what the scene looked like. Like a live blue film. I thought, that would excite him. How many people see themselves while they fuck!!! I started to slowly shag him while his finger went into my pussy and we could see how we were playing with each other. His cock stood up again with all its pride. I changed my position and faced him and said “Make me ride your cock”. He pulled me closer and lifted me up. While I was tip towing, he guided his cock into my pussy. I lifted my legs and wrapped my legs aground his waist. He moved against the wall. We could see ourselves in the mirror. His cock was going in and coming out and was pumping into me. He went on fucking in that position for a few minutes. I knew, that position could tire him, while his balls had a lot more juice. I whispered “Take me on the sofa”. He walked with his cock into my pussy and lowered me onto the sofa. While doing that his cock plopped out. He slowly positioned me onto the sofa. He raised my legs onto the hand rests and pulled my pussy forward and started to ram his cock into my pussy relentlessly. I held him by his waist and helped him fuck. We had our orgasm together. He slowly lay down on the carpet after his exertions and rested. While I sat motionless for a while. I got up and told him” Darling, why don’t we have some fun?.” He got up and asked “What should we do?” I said “Why don’t you rape me”. Ravi looked at me and said “You want to fight while you are fucked?” “Yes. That could be fun” Ravi got up and looked at me, as if planning the next move. He suddenly caught me by my hair and started to drag me to the bed. I fought like tigress. He picked me up and started to push me down. In the battle, he held my legs apart and started to lick my pussy while he pushed his cock into my mouth. While fighting him in a mock battle I sucked his cock. Suddenly he got up and turned around. Held my neck down with one hand and held his cock with the other and pushed it into my pussy . I went on fighting and saying “Don’t. Don’t”. Soon we were fucking hard and enjoying the fuck. While I got my orgasm quickly, he just went on and on. He fucked till I could not believe. Sometimes he was slow, sometimes he rotated hid pelvis and gave me side stokes. Finally he started coming. I cried out “Come. Come. Fuck me. Fuck me”. He shouted out “Aaaah”. And dropped over me. He had a shuddering orgasm. We the lay in bed playing with each other for over hours and kissed and inspected each other’s cock and pussy. We talked of what we liked or disliked in our fuck. He said, he appreciated my thought for his cock, that I helped him fuck me three times. I told him that I do not know of too many men who make their girl come ten times in one night. I loved being made to come so many times. I told him, that I loved his cock more than him. I kissed his balls and cock many times. I played with his balls and cock wherever I felt like it. He would get up once in a while and kiss my breasts, eyes and pussy and inspect my body thoroughly. We got up when every one was expected back. We promised each other “We will fuck and have fun when we can” And we did. Now, over 25 years down we still fuck when we can. We play all kinds of fantasy games. School student being punished for making mistakes in maths, housewife being made to pay for repairs of her TV set in kind, rape, maid servant who forgot to wear her panty and every sex game. I make him become my slave and eat my pussy while I am reading a book on the dining table. Our imagination is the limit. When he is away, I fuck him every night. In my mind. Then I masturbate thinking of him fucking me. (This story was dictated by my lover after reading bee-ess’s other story which talked of the same incident that led us to be lovers. This was her viewpoint of the same fucking session) Then she parted her pussy lips with one hand and held by cock in the other and ran it between her pussy lips and masturbated herself. She had two more orgasms while doing this. The she pleaded “Put it in”. I slowly put my throbbing cock on the mouth of her pussy and pushed slowly. I did not want to hurt her. It entered smoothly. Her pussy ate up the entire length of my nine inch cock. I slowly lowered my self onto her and started to hump her. She was by this time screaming obscenities and asking to be fucked harder and harder. I was terribly excited and would have spilt my seeds many times. I stopped and took out my cock and let it cool down a little, The inserted it and fucked again. My hands kneaded her breasts in the meanwhile. Soon I could not hold myself no longer and squirted my sperm into her. I had a fantastic orgasm. She too was having her eighth orgasm. I collapsed on top of her and rested. She whispered “Release my legs . . . please”. I lifted my self without withdrawing my cock and released the bindings from her knees. She wrapped her lags around my back and went to sleep. When I woke up she as awake too. I slowly took out my cock and lay next to her. She asked me “How did you learn to fuck so well”. I said “This is God gifted and I love you. I want to fuck you more”. She kissed my and said “Any time. You know my home. Just come any time. Tear off my clothes, tie me up, beat me and fuck me. I love you. You really know how to make girl happy”. She then kissed my eyes and face repeatedly. I said “Darling, like you this was my first experience. I am sure you will teach me much on fucking”. She said” We will learn together”. In the years to come, I fucked her whenever I could when I was back home on holidays. I left no position undone, no fantasy left uncovered. We fucked when we were sad, we fucked when we were happy. We fucked when we were sorry. We simply fucked whenever we could get our clothes off. The good part was that like little children with their toys, fucking her never satiated any of us. She and I were willing to play adult games. (I have them all chronicled in my dairy. You want to know?) My Girl-Hanna If you're underage or offended by erotic literature, don't read any further. In fact if either of those describes you-get off this website. This work is not available for copy or distribution without permission from the author. * Introduction My name is...well name's not important. Call me Ishmael-nah, just kidding. You can call me Nick. But I'm not writing this to tell you about me. I'm writing this to tell you about my girls. These are the girls I've known, the girls I've loved. I'm a lucky man. I have a good life. I'm a musician. I've worked tours, studios, jingles, composing, songwriting, engineering and producing. My job is incredibly fun and I've made pretty good money at it. No, I'm not famous. Don't even ask. You wouldn't recognize my name if I told you. I've had the chance to see some amazing places and meet some amazing women along the way. I'm going to tell you about some of them-not all, but some. Over the years I've slept with about three hundred women. I'm not bragging or anything, I'm just trying to make a point. My point is that the stories here are based on those girls. Some of the stories are combinations of more than one girls' tale, but that's only to keep me from writing hundreds of stories. What you're about to read is based on true events. Whether you believe them or not doesn't make any difference to me. I got to live them so that's all I need. Now I'm an old married guy, middle age is slipping by and I'm just reminiscing about the girls I've known in my life. Don't get me wrong. I may not be chasing after girls anymore but I'm still a lucky man. I've spent over twenty years now with the same girl and I love it. I've never been happier and I've never been unfaithful. But every now and then I stop to remember.... * Hanna was the youngest of four sisters, all of them gorgeous. Though they were all beautiful, they were a bit of an acquired taste. They were loud, brash, fiery redheads whose temperaments matched their appearance. Hanna was two years younger, so I never paid much attention to her when we were in school. But when we got older it was another story. For over a year in high school I'd tried to get Hanna's sister, Julia to go out with me. I didn't know my efforts would've paid off if I'd asked Hanna instead. Hanna was voluptuous with dark red hair, porcelain skin, and emerald green eyes. She stood about 5'4" with a 36D chest and a classic hourglass figure. I bumped into her at the supermarket one day. She had little twin girls that were as wild as she'd been. After hugs and hellos, I asked her, "When did you have yourself cloned?" She punched me in the chest like she had in school and said, "I didn't. They don't get all this from me-they got some of this from my ex." Interesting. She managed to shift the blame and let me know she was single again in one line. Sarcastically I said, "Yeah, that must be it. You always were such an angel." Not to be outdone she came back with, "Keep it up, mister. That crush I had on you for all these years is disappearing pretty fast right now." I was speechless. I had no idea. "Why do you think Julia never went out with you? I had dibs on you," she said with a wicked, sexy smile. "Well, I was clueless. You ought to tell a guy. You could tell me all about it over dinner now, if you're still interested." She leaned against me, rubbing her tits against me she whispered. "Oh, fuck yes. You look any yummier now than you did in high school. Why don't I have you for dinner?" I asked, "How about tomorrow night? I'll make dinner for you." "Great. A hot guy who cooks-my crush is coming back." The next night I made a simple dinner of shrimp and rice with chocolate covered cherries for dessert. Being a single dad, necessity forced me to learn my way around the kitchen. I could cook welll enough to keep the two of us alive. I got a little apartment for us on the lake for the summer while I was between gigs. It was a great spot, quiet enough to relax with a great view. My son was sleeping at a friend's house and I managed to get most of his toys out of sight to make the place a little more romantic. I laid dinner out on the coffee table and put pillows around it on the floor for an indoor picnic. She plastered herself to me as I opened the door. Lips, breasts, sweet perfume enveloped me as she kissed me and ground her body against mine. It took a while for us to get settled and start to eat. We went back and forth between nibbling on the food and each other. By the time we finished, I was ready to ravage her. During dessert it was hard to tell if the making out was interrupting our eating or if our eating was interrupting our make out session. All I know is the feel and taste of her was more scrumptious than anything I'd cooked. "I want to tear your clothes off right here-right now." She slowly stood up and said, "No. I want you to go get in bed and wait for me. I'll be there in a minute." "Really? And what do I get for waiting?" I asked. She rubbed her hot little body against me. She slipped her hand down to trace the length and width of my cock as she moaned deep in her throat, "Hmmmm...if you're naked and as big and hard as I think you are...you get to have me...anyway you want me." With a kiss, she turned and headed to the master bathroom. For a minute I started to clean up. Then I looked at the plates in my hands and shook my head. 'Fuck it,' I thought. I can clean up anytime, now's the time to get some pussy. The stack of plates teetered back and forth on the table as I walked down the hall. The trail of clothes she'd left on the way to the bathroom mingled with mine. By the time I'd settled into my old four-poster bed the comforter was hanging half way off onto the floor. Candlelight made the room and the sheet across me glow in a soft, sweet light. I laid back, hard and ready. The sight of her as she stepped in to the room left me speechless. Her red hair framed her eyes and wicked smile. Her sweet, voluptuous curves were accented by dark green lace. There in my doorway was the stuff of fantasies. Even in the dark, her porcelain skin would have given off a glow of it's own. I turned to slip off the bed and take her in my arms but before I could get on my feet she stepped in between my legs and put her hands on my chest. Soft, warm hands were moving over my chest and legs. Soft, wet lips were crushed against my mouth. She whispered, "Sit right there. I've been dreaming about this for years." Slowly she let her mouth trail down my neck and across my chest, stopping along the way to kiss and nibble on my skin. She flicked her tongue over my nipples, and teased them before she sucked them into the heat of her mouth, making me squirm. I lay back and moaned when she took my cock in her mouth. She was an artist. She kissed and nibbled, sucked and licked, teased and fucked her mouth up and down my shaft. The whole time she did, she played with her tits and pussy. When she shoved her fingers in her pussy she slid down to take me deeper in her mouth and moaned. Panting and close to making us both come, she pulled back to release my cock from those lips and climbed up to slide it into her pussy. She sank down onto me and sighed. We kissed as she began to grind her clit against me and ride up and down on me, fucking her cunt the way she'd just been fucking her mouth. I grabbed her tits and kissed, licked, nibbled and sucked on them. I made her scream and moan as she fucked me. She came once, twice and was headed to a third when I pushed her tits together so I could put nipples in my mouth while I grabbed her sweet round ass and tease her. When she started to come I shoved two wet fingers up in her ass. She wailed, "Oh, yeah. Fuck my ass," and clamped down on my cock and fingers so hard I thought she might break all three off. As she caught her breath she kept grinding against me and asked, "How did you know I like to have my ass fucked? Please, Baby. Please fuck my ass. Shove that thick cock up in me and make me feel it." "Get on your knees," I said. She gingerly lifted off me and I rolled away. She stayed right where she was and just lifted her ass for me to take it. "I've never done this before," I said. "I don't want to hurt you." "Don't worry. You won't. I'm so hot right now I'll be relaxed. That's very important. Your cock and my ass are wet enough we won't need any lube. Stick your fingers in my pussy and get them wet. Ohhhhh...that's good. Then use your fingers to open me up, slid them in and out slowly until you feel me relax. First one...oh yeah. Then two...yessssss. Then three...oh gawd. That's it. Now that I'm loosened up pull your hand back and stick your cock in." She was rubbing her clit and playing with her tits like a woman possessed. When I felt her nearing another peak, I pushed my cock into her hot, tight ass. I'd never felt anything like it before. Her ass was like a tight little fist that was pushing me out and pulling me in at the same time. With just the head and a couple of inches in she was moaning and begging me to fuck her hard. Before I could thrust all the way in I had a muscle spasm in my legs. I started shoving in and out of her with short fast strokes. She clawed at the bed and came, falling forward onto the bed and opening her ass up for me to slide all the way inside. Her moans turned to whimpers as I began a deep hard stroking in and out of her tight asshole. My stomach was slapping against her upturned butt and my balls were slapping against her cunt. She stopped playing with her clit, but kept coming. I'd been nervous but as the more her body responded the faster and harder I drilled her out with my rock hard cock. Her full round cheeks quivered with every thrust and each second I got a little closer to unloading my balls into her sweet ass. With a yell I shoved into her one last time and pulled her up so her body lifted off the bed and plastered to my chest. Grabbing her tits I squeezed them as I bit down on her neck. She came so hard I thought she was going to tear my cock off at the base. Slowly she slid off my rod and lay down on the bed. I curled up beside her and ran my fingers along her soft curves. After catching her breath, she went to the bathroom to get cleaned up and brought a warm washcloth back with her. I rolled over to let her wash me and she saw I was still hard. "Oh gawd, please don't tell me you want to do that again," she said with a smile. "I don't think I could take it." "I'm wiped out, but he still wants to play," I answered. "That's why my ex said I should have two wives. She said I needed two girls to fuck. That was they might be able to keep up with me." Staring at my cock as it stood straight up she said, "She might be right, but I don't like to share. If it were me, I'd want to keep you all to myself." Sitting back against the headboard, I let her lie across my legs and play with my cock as I watched her. She was fascinated rubbing her face and tits on me as we talked. Kisses around the head turned to licking all over my shaft and balls before she finally leaned forward and took me deep in her mouth to fuck her face with my dick. When I'd had all I could take, I flipped her over and pulled her legs up over my shoulders. "Do you want some more of this cock?" I asked as I drug the head up and down her slick cunt lips. "Yes, I do." "What do you want me to do?" "Give it to me. Give it to me now," she said. "That wasn't very polite. Are you sure you know what you want?" I teased. "Yes, I want your cock. Give it to me." "I don't know if I should. You don't seem like you really want it to me. If you really wanted it you'd ask politely, and tell me exactly what you want me to do," I said. "She pulled me down so we were eye to eye and said, "I want you to take that long, hard, thick cock and shove it in my tight, wet, little pussy and fuck me until I beg for mercy." "Oh, really? That's more like it...but you didn't say the magic word." I knew as a parent she'd probably had the same conversation with her kids and-forced them to say.... "Please. I want you to fuck me, please," she begged. As she said "please" the second time I shoved into her balls deep. One long, hard, deep thrust all the way into her tight little cunt. She wailed and moaned in my ear. "Is that what you want?" I asked her as I pounded into her upturned pussy. "Oh, gawd yes. Thank you. Thank you." "You...are...welcome," I said. Each word accompanied by another thrust into her depths. Reading around her legs, I thumbed her clit sending her into another climax just as I said "welcome". I pounded her relentlessly. Twice I felt her lips contract around me and flood my shaft and balls with her sweet come. Nearing the end I said, "I'm gonna come so hard. Where do you want it?" She been reduced to little whines and guttural whimpers. Each savage thrust forced another one out of her. (I loved hearing her do that-it's my favorite sound in the world.) It took her a minute to answer, "Shoot in my pussy. Shoot on my tits. Shoot in my mouth and all over my face. Just give me that sweet hot come. Give it to me, please." As she said "please" I fired the first wad into her cunt. It triggered another spasm and climax in her. The second and third landed on her pussy lips and ass as I pulled out. The fourth, fifth and sixth shot out onto her chest, one landing on each tit and one in her deep cleavage. The seventh hit her in the face before she locked her lips around me to swallow the rest of my seed. I fucked her face and pumped into her hot sucking mouth until she pulled away and let the rest fall on her face as she stroked my shaft to milk me dry. When I finally stopped shooting all over her come drenched face, she sucked the head back in to get the taste of my come on her tongue. Slipping from her mouth I collapsed. She lay there for a while before she rolled over to see I was still hard. "Oh, God. You're still hard. Please don't put that thing in me. I need to rest." "A while ago you didn't mind having 'that thing' in you. In fact you were begging for it," I teased her. "Now you don't want anything to do with 'that thing' huh?" "I'll fuck you again, I swear. But you gotta let me rest, please." Laughing I pulled her to me and spread my come over both of us as we held each other close. We slept just like that, hot sweaty and covered in come. She woke me with another of her fantastic blowjobs later that night and we kept at it until we both collapsed. The next day I woke up alone. There was a note on the bedside table that simply said, "Thank you. Dibs on Friday at my place." My Girl Hotel Gang Bang I'm working at the front desk of a hotel by myself on a Friday night. The hotel is full, lot of Mexican construction workers in it too. I'm alone at the front desk, its 8pm when 4 Mexicans walk into the lobby. They say they're just waiting for their whore to meet them there from the room. I thought it was odd. Then this gorgeously dressed girl comes in with very short shorts that show most of her ass cheeks, and the shorts hug her ass cheeks too. She has a very nice cameltoe and a shirt that you can easily see her tits in. She goes to the Mexicans and asks them if they're ready. They began grabbing her tits and feeling her pussy, putting their hands in her shirt and down her shorts as if they own her. She kisses them passionately. Then she turns around. I thought I recognized the voice. As she turns around, one Mexican is standing directly behind her, hands in her shorts, one on each side of her; each has hands in her shirt playing with her tits. It's my girlfriend. She introduces them to me, and tells them I am her boyfriend and that I am being punished. They all laugh, and she tells me she'll be in room x (whatever room they are in) and to come by and watch the show after I get off work. They have a web-cam and a computer in their room and are connected to the internet. I have yahoo instant messenger running on the computer at the front desk. She calls me from the room, and as she is getting fucked, tells me to view her web-cam. It just came on, and I clicked to view it, she was on it getting fucked and her tits played with by other guys. I could see many others in the room too. I could see her holding the phone up to her mouth as she was talking to me, telling me to keep the web-cam viewing her until I get off work. She made sure none of them wore condoms, and they all came inside her too. When I got off work, I went to the room. The door was cracked open so anyone could just walk in. I could hear her moaning outside the room. She was getting banged still by another guy while sucking cock. Web-cam was still on. Several of them were taking pics of her the entire time too as she smiled willfully for the cameras. After those 2 were done cumming inside her pussy and her mouth, another guy started fucking her. She didn't even look at him, or know which one it was as it didn't really matter to her. She told them anyone that wants her pussy can have it right there. She then told me to go home, and she'll call me in the morning when everyone is done with her body. Next morning, 10am she calls and tells me to come pick her up. I ride around back to her room, park next to it. I knock on the door, some guy answered. My girl was still nekkid. She only puts on a shirt, has me carry the rest of her clothes. With her body well marked from getting spanked, lapped, titties squeezed and twisted, hickies, and her pussy lips severely swollen, we walk out to the car. When we get home, and she continuously hugs all over me with her cum covered nude body teasing me about how much she loved being gang banged by complete strangers. We listen to the answering machine messages. Several of her friends that were on yahoo last night saw her on web-cam as she had it open to the public. There were 5 guys, 3 girls that called and left messages saying how much they enjoyed watching her get gang banged. They all said they recorded the entire thing too, and they all said they wanted in next time she does a gang bang. She calls them all up, and tells them anytime they want, they can come over and fuck her. She also asked for a copy of the video on CD or DVD also. She doesn't shower or anything for another 24 hours. Next day, 3 of the guys come over and fuck her, and bring a copy of the video. That night, 2 of the girls come over at the same time. They are bi of course, and have a good time with my girl as I take pics of it all. After they leave she laughs and tells me how much she can't wait to do another gang bang. Then she ties me down to the bed, head at the foot of the bed. She invites 3 guys over. Squeezing my balls very hard, she makes sure I suck all their cocks while she takes pics of it. After they're done cumming all over my face, they leave. She then unstraps me, and tells me I am going to willingly suck dick now or those pics will be all over to all my friends, family, work, etc. She invites another guy in. He's black and well hung. After he strips, he lays down on the bed. With my girl taking pictures, she tells me to get busy sucking. I do so, looking at the camera, trying to smile. She takes several pics as I suck his cock and balls. After awhile, she tells me to lie down on my stomach. The guy then begins to fuck me in my ass as she takes a lot of pictures. After he is done with me, he leaves. She uploads the pics to several websites, and to her email. She calls a friend and asks her to make posters, and some larger prints of my pics she is emailing to her. Two days later, we go to the shop where her friend works at to pick up the pics. My girl is dressed in a shirt you can see her tits right through it clearly, and shorts that show most of her ass, and cameltoe. The girl tells her she looks super-hot, and takes a few pics of my girl. She asks my girl just how badly does she want the posters and blow ups. My girl answers desperately badly pretty much. She begins feeling my girl's breasts, then reaches down her shorts and grabs her pussy. With one hand holding her pussy, she calls someone else on the phone. It's a guy friend and she asks him if he wants to fuck my girl. He knows her apparently and says hell yeah. He's on speakerphone. She strips my girl nude, takes a pic with her cell phone, and sends it to him. He heads right over. Minutes later he arrives, and fucks her brains out while the other girl takes hundreds of pics of it. He leaves when he is done, and the girl has my girl sign a release for the pictures, then gives her the posters of me and the blow ups of me. My girl tells her that she will be asking her many favors, and the girl laughs and responds she didn't mind as long as you remain an easy and slutty whore for me. My girl replied back saying deal! We leave, go home, she hangs the pictures and posters of me sucking dick and getting fucked in my ass all over the apartment, and swear they will never ever come down. My Girl Rachel Dianne was at her computer checking emails while her daughter Rachel was getting dressed. They had plans of spending the day together, something they had not done in a very long time. The last eight months had been an emotional roller coaster for the both of them. When Dianne's husband died suddenly last fall from a brain hemorrhage she was consumed with guilt and Rachel was consumed with loneliness. Dianne was a prominent Emergency Medicine Doctor. How could this have happened? How could she have not seen the telltale signs? Rachel outwardly blamed her mother for letting her father die and Dianne blamed herself as well, immersing herself in her work keeping extremely long hours, trying to drown her sorrows in her patients while leaving Rachel alone to fend for herself. And this was no time to be leaving a grieving young girl home alone. Fortunately for Rachel while growing up, her father was always there for her, answering her questions, guiding her through adolescence and exposing her to the finer things in life. Having his own home-based computer software company made it all possible. With his Doctor- wife always at the hospital, connected to her work like a fetus to its umbilical cord, Jonathan and Rachel continued on with the family's plans even if that included vacationing without Dianne! Her work always came first with the unkempt promise of ' next time... I promise'. Over the years there were many destinations where Jonathan and his daughter vacationed just the two of them; California's Disneyland, Switzerland snow skiing, Cancun para-sailing, Australia snorkeling off the Great Barrier Reef and lastly an Alaskan Cruise for Rachel's sixteenth birthday where Jonathan warned Dianne he would never forgive her if she put her work before their daughter this trip. And forgive her he had not. He died before the Ship returned to Port. It was an eighteenth birthday Rachel would never forget. With Jonathan gone, Dianne was slowly coming to the realization that Rachel needed her now and she was actually looking forward to being a mother to her daughter more than a Doctor to perfect strangers. These past few weeks had been encouraging. Rachel was showing signs of forgiveness and was actually warming up to her mother. "We'll have so much fun today Honey!" Dianne called out. "First we'll go shopping at Nordstrom's for some summer outfits, maybe even some new swim suits! Then we're off to Annapolis for a sail. Would you like that Rachel?" Rachel loved to sail as much as her parents did. Owning a small sailboat when they married, Rachel's father introduced her to sailing when she was quite young. On her thirteenth birthday Jonathan splurged, purchasing a beautiful thirty-eight foot Hunter sailboat naming it "My Girl, Rachel". Maybe his naming it after his daughter was two-fold. Jonathan's life revolved around his little girl's happiness and well being. She was the love of his life while Dianne was so absorbed in her work she barely knew her daughter! "Oh Mom, that sounds wonderful!" Rachel's muffled voice sang out as she slowly pulled a T-shirt down over her head. She smiled as the soft cloth grazed her tender young flesh. Suddenly her nipples shot straight out causing her to giggle. Tingles were racing to her pantied groin as she slowly drew the material down over her naked, quivering buds. "What's so funny in there?" Her mother called out startling her. Rachel felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her as those sweet tingles suddenly disappeared. "Oh nothin Mom." She answered reaching for the pair of jeans draped over the chair to her vanity. Dianne's pager suddenly started beeping. "Ahhh mom... You promised we'd spend the day together. You promised..." Rachel cried out. "Please... don't answer it!" She begged. While dialing the hospital’s telephone number to say she was unavailable today Dianne heard muffled cries coming from her daughter's room. "Yes, this is Doctor Quartermaine. I received a page?" Suddenly Rachel's bedroom door slammed shut in protest. She threw herself down onto the bed sobbing. "Daddy always kept his word... always." She whimpered. Diane was on the telephone trying to convince the hospital she had more important plans today but she was losing the argument. "Doctor Quartermaine!" The Chief of Staff came onto the line. “There was a Metro derailment just outside Washington, DC a short while ago and we have major traumas coming in. We need you here and we need you now!" He demanded in an ‘I won't take no for an answer’ tone. '"Fine." Dianne conceded feeling like a whipped dog. "I'm on my way." She added before disconnecting, holding the silenced receiver in her hand as she walked down the hall towards Rachel's room. Opening Rachel's bedroom door Dianne found her daughter lying face down on her bed crying. Sitting down along side her Dianne put a comforting hand on Rachel's shoulder only to have it shrugged off. "Oh Honey, please." Her mother sighed. "It's an emergency. I promise I'll try to get out of there as soon as I can. We'll go later today or if not, tomorrow." She offered. Rachel popped up on her bed into a sitting position putting distance between her and her mother. With a tear stained face she looked straight into her mother's eyes and shouted, " You were never here for daddy or me and your promises don't mean shit. Go ahead and go. I don't give a damn anymore!" "Watch your language young lady!" Dianne warned in a raised voice. She'd never heard her daughter speak this way before. "And what are you going to do if I don't? You're never here!" Rachel answered in a defiant tone. "You're grounded young lady. You'll be here when I get back from the hospital." Dianne ordered as she stood up, turning to leave the room. "Don't count on it!" Rachel retorted. Dianne acted as if she hadn't heard her daughter's last remark as she shuffled out of her room and down the hall. Taking Rachel's car and the keys to her own she left for the hospital. Rachel plunked back down onto her bed disappointed and crying as she heard her mother pull out of the driveway. In all the confusion Dianne had left her computer on and connected to the Internet. Pinging sounds were coming from the den as friends on her online messenger were sending instant messages. Rachel was not allowed to use her mother's lap-top computer because of confidential patient files stored on it but what the hell, it was on, her mother was gone and she was left home alone. With an air of defiance Rachel sat down at her mother's keyboard. Another instant message box popped onto the screen. "Hi Doc. Want to chat?" Rachel's heart was pounding. This chat thing was new to her. Being so preoccupied with school, cheerleading, sports and then homework, Rachel seldom had time for anything as trivial as the Internet. Her own computer was used strictly for school. Shakily she typed a reply. "Hi, sure I'll chat." "Where are you located?" I-sail-4u typed. "Outside of Washington, DC." Rachel answered. They continued typing back and forth with I-sail-4u asking questions and Rachel answering them. It appeared pretty harmless to Rachel and she was actually having fun! "Hey," Rachel typed. "By any chance do you like to sail?" "Was my name a giveaway?" I-sail-4u responded followed by a smiley face icon. For the next two hours they typed about sailboats from mooring to anchoring and everything in between. And before the conversation was over they had made a date to meet at the marina in Annapolis today at two o'clock! "Just look for me at Pier 7. That's where my sailboat "My Girl, Rachel" is slipped. I'll be arriving in a silver BMW convertible." Rachel typed. "Great Doc, see you there and don't be late!" I-sail-4u answered before going offline. Rachel wondered what I-sail-4u looked like as she shut-down her mother's computer before happily returning to her bedroom to decide what outfit she would wear to meet her new sailing buddy. As she flipped through the many hangered articles of clothing in her closet, she asked herself why she hadn't asked this guy what his name was or what he looked like! How was she going to recognize him? Selecting a matching green blouse and shorts she dismissed the guy from her thoughts concentrating more on accessorizing her outfit. Rachel's father had loved to shop and so they indulged often. He would situate his lovely jade-eyed daughter in a fitting room and feed her clothing as if he were a waiter in a fine restaurant! His taste in clothing and knack for accessorizing was impeccable. Rachel had closets filled with beautiful outfits as well as drawers filled with accessories to go with the outfits! Not to mention the hundreds of pairs of shoes that went with them! Rachel was getting teary eyed reminiscing over all the beautiful gifts her father had showered her with over the years. He was so good to her and she missed him dearly. The telephone rang startling her from her thoughts. Reading the digital number displayed on the receiver, Rachel decided not to answer it. It was the hospital's number and probably her mother! "Let her ground me!" Rachel laughed out loud walking defiantly into her bathroom to freshen-up before changing outfits. Dianne was pacing in place at the nurse's station with the silent receiver to her ear. "Where is that girl?" She asked herself out loud. "What girl?" The head nurse asked looking up. Dianne shrugged her shoulders replacing the receiver on its cradle as the intercom paged her to exam room 3 and STAT! Rachel pampered herself, taking a leisurely bubble bath, then did her nails, both hands and feet, then dried her long red hair and was applying her make-up when the telephone rang, interrupting her. Reaching over, lifting the receiver, it connected before she was able to view the displayed telephone number. "Hello?" Rachel answered hesitantly. "Hi Honey, it's Mom. They have everything under control here, so I'll be home within the hour. See you soon!" She announced with a spring in her voice. Before Rachel could respond her mother had hung up. Nervously, Rachel peeked her head out of the bathroom into her bedroom checking the clock on the wall. It was already two PM! Oh well, she thought as she finished applying her make-up. So I stood the guy up. No big deal. It's not like he knows who I am. Dianne glanced down to her wristwatch as she neared the Marina. " 2:10 PM... I have time to ready the boat before picking up Rachel." She said out loud pulling off the main highway. There was still plenty of time to take a nice cruise before sunset. How she enjoyed this daylight savings time! A warmth washed over her when she spotted the My Girl, Rachel, moored along Pier 7 as she parked Rachel's BMW. Tears began welling in Diane's eyes as she walked towards the dock. She had not been on their boat since before her husband died. How she wished she could magically turn back the clock and spend those outings now with Jonathan and their daughter. Walking down the gangplank Dianne's heel caught on a raised board. She screamed out, finding herself being catapulted forward. "Gotcha." A deep voice sounded as strong arms caught her, breaking her fall. In a hoarse whisper Dianne thanked him while trying to get her footing but the man tightened his grip on her lifting her off the ground, turning and continuing down the wobbling planks. "What are you doing?" She demanded while struggling to get free. "Put me down." The silent stranger only tightened his grip on her. Dianne's eyes shot from side to side in terror. There was no one else in sight. Who is this guy and what is he doing? Her heart was pounding, her pulse racing as morbid thoughts flashed through her mind like a bad movie. Working long hours in the Emergency room she had treated un-imaginable injuries resulting from muggings and rapes. They were just ordinary everyday people, crime statistics... until now. Suddenly a clothed hand was covering her nose and mouth as if anticipating her impending screams for help. The numbing smell was all too familiar as she held her breath as long as possible before gasping for air. Dianne felt lightheaded as her lights began to dim. When she regained consciousness she was disoriented, below deck, lying naked on her own bed in a pool of bodily fluids. Her head was throbbing from the chloroform and she felt sick to her stomach. Looking down to her wrist for the time she discovered her treasured watch, the one Jonathan had so thoughtfully engraved and given to her as a Med school graduation gift, was gone. How she longed for Jonathan's comforting embrace and support right now. Pulling herself to her feet she staggered into the bathroom to use the telephone there. Still in a hazy blur, she didn't know who to dial first; the police, her daughter, the hospital? While trying to decide her fingers automatically pressed 9 1 1. After taking the particulars from Dianne, the operator instructed her to stay on the line until the officers arrived. They were on their way. Dianne fumbled for the robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door, pulling it from the hook she covered her trembling flesh, plunking down onto the closed toilet seat as body fluids continued to seep from her abused orifices. Now she understood first hand why so many women showered before reporting their attacks, as she wanted so desperately to do the same! But she knew the routine. She had heard it repeatedly at the hospital. Don't destroy any potential evidence if you have any hopes of catching the guy. Feelings of shame and guilt then anger and disgust were stirring deep inside her before she became aware of her husband's scent on her robe. With tears streaming down her face, she sat... waiting... trembling... hugging the robe as if Jonathan were still inside. Rachel was beginning to worry. It was 3:45 already and her mother was always on time! There was one thing Rachel and her father could always count on. When Dianne was running late or couldn't make it she ALWAYS telephoned! Concerned, Rachel finally called the hospital. "Sorry Rachel," The receptionist answered. "Your mother signed out two hours ago." "Uhhh... okay... thanks...but..." Rachel stalled. She didn't know where else to call. "Hey Wait!" The volunteer clerk added in a puzzled voice seeing Dr. Quartermaine come through the emergency room sliding doors wearing only a robe. "Here's your mother now." Rachel could hear the woman announcing she was on the line. Reluctantly Dianne took the receiver. "Hi Honey. You okay?" She asked in a daze trying to mask her own distress. "Mom, you're suppose to be home. Where the hell have you been?" Rachel demanded. Trembling, Dianne dropped the receiver, breaking into tears as the sordid rape began flashing through her mind. Spotting police officers standing behind Dianne, the clerk picked up the receiver and told Rachel she really needed to come to the hospital. Rachel hung up, grabbed her purse and ran out the front door. She was unpleasantly surprised to discover her car was not in the driveway! "That Bitch!" Rachel yelled out loud before turning and stomping back inside. Slamming her purse onto the chair in the living room Rachel threw herself down on the sofa, crying. All the broken promises her mother had made to her over the years were flooding back to her now. She wished it had been her mother that had died on that Cruise and not her father. "Oh Daddy..." Rachel sobbed. "How could you leave me like this?" Suddenly the room grew icy cold. Rachel shivered, thinking she felt a hand softly caress the back of her head, smoothing her tangled hair down her back, just like her father used to do. "That's my girl" whispered through the silent room. Rachel lay speechless on the sofa. Was her mind playing tricks on her? My girl was the term of endearment her father always used to calm her down when she was upset. She tried to speak but no words were coming from her, only soft moans and whimpers. "Your mother needs you now more than ever Rachel. We've shut her out long enough. It's time to forgive and move on." Suddenly Rachel recognized the scent of her father's cologne. "Daddy? Is that you?" She choked out. "I'll always be near. You’re my girl, Rachel..." echoed through the room as the chill disappeared as instantly as it had appeared. Rachel felt numb. What was her father trying to tell her? Getting up from the sofa, Rachel grabbed her purse off the chair and raced out the front door. She remembered her father hiding a spare key on her mother's Mercedes. Kneeling down on one knee she felt up under the front bumper until she came upon the little magnetic box. In no time she was on her way to the hospital. In the Emergency room, the attending physician was giving Dianne a thorough examination utilizing the customary rape kit. The nurses were taking photographs and labeling specimens taken from Dianne's ravaged body as a policewoman looked on. "How humiliating this is." Dianne thought finding herself on the receiving end for the very first time! By the time Rachel arrived at the hospital her mother had been allowed to shower and was dressed in an extra change of clothing she kept in her locker. Dianne anxiously hugged her daughter as she stepped through the Emergency Room doors. How thankful she was that it had not been Rachel alone at the Pier this afternoon! "Mom, are you okay?" Rachel asked, embracing her mother while noticing she wasn't wearing the same outfit she had left the house in this morning. "I am now Honey." She answered fighting back tears. "Can you drive me to the Marina to get your car?" Dianne thoughtlessly blurted out. Rachel was puzzled. What was her car doing at the Marina? Rachel's face flushed crimson as she remembered the broken date with the internet guy. Oh no, I hope mom didn't run into him! But why did she come back to work? And how did she get here if my car is still at the marina? "Oh please Lord let it not be true." Rachel prayed silently. She was afraid to ask any more questions of her mother. Afraid her thoughts just might be true. Had her mother run into this guy at the marina? Did he tell her about their date? Worse yet was the guy a weirdo? Rachel had heard rumors around school about weirdoes on the Internet, but that's all she thought they were... rumors. Just stories parents made up to keep their kids off the Internet. "Sure Mom. Are we still going sailing?" Rachel asked hesitantly anticipating perhaps a lecture. Dianne couldn't break their plans and disappoint her daughter plus she needed to act as if nothing had happened. "Yes we are Honey. I had gone there to get things ready for our sail, but was called back to the hospital for an emergency." Dianne fabricated. Rachel was wondering how her mother got back to the hospital if her car was still at the Marina, but she could see the distress on her mother's face, so she decided to leave well enough alone and not ask any more questions "Are you sure you're okay Dr. Quartermaine?" The Emergency room nurse called out seeing Dianne leaving with her daughter. "Yes, Jackie. I'm fine. Thanks for your help with the Emergency." Dianne said with a raised brow as she took Rachel by the arm leading her through the automatic sliding doors. They were both silent on the short drive to the Marina. As Rachel pulled her mother's car into the parking space alongside her own parked car Dianne commented on what a good driver she was. "Gee thanks Mom," Rachel smiled putting the car into park. "I think this is the first time you've ever ridden with me behind the wheel." My Girl Rachel Dianne was silent, frozen in the passenger seat, blankly staring straight ahead at the dock where the My Girl, Rachel was moored. "Mom," Rachel whispered reaching over touching her mother's shoulder. Dianne screamed out as her arms began flailing wildly. The smell of chloroform was attacking her senses. The weight of her attacker's body felt heavy on her own. Tears were streaming down her face as her body convulsed and shook. Rachel began to cry. She had watched enough television programs to recognize the aftermath effects of rape. Leaning across the seat Rachel put her arms around her trembling mother. In a soft voice she tried to comfort her, "It's okay mom. Everything's going to be all right. Dad's here to watch over us. Let's just go home." Suddenly a large muscular man appeared out of nowhere and was standing in front of their car. He had a smug look on his otherwise handsome face. Dianne was crying hysterically now as her fingers fumbled in panic with the door's lock. Though frightened, Rachel was able to read the man's lips. "Back for more Doc?" Suddenly the car shifted into drive and the gas pedal depressed to the floor board. It all happened so quickly Rachel didn't know what was going on. She wasn't controlling the car. A loud thud sounded as the car slammed into the man heaving him up onto the hood. Dianne screamed out seeing her attacker's face crushed into the windshield. The man was flailing before their eyes as the car continued to accelerate towards the edge of the dock where the My Girl, Rachel was slipped. Rachel held firmly onto the steering wheel as the car screamed forward. Suddenly the car came to an abrupt stop and the struggling man was hurdled forward off the car and over the edge of the dock. A loud deafening groan was heard then dead silence. The women just sat there stunned, looking at each other in disbelief. Dianne slowly reached into the counsel bringing out the cell phone. She pressed 911 before handing the receiver to Rachel. "Yeah, there's been an accident on Pier 7 at the Annapolis Marina. Could you send someone as soon as possible?" Rachel calmly pressed 'end' and returned the receiver to its compartment. Still in shock Rachel and Dianne got out of the car and hesitantly looked over the edge of the Pier. The man that raped Dianne earlier was hanging lifeless, impaled on the steel staff of a bronze King Neptune statue perched on the bow of the My Girl, Rachel. A figurine Jonathan had made arrangements nine months earlier to have delivered today in celebration of their twentieth wedding anniversary. That day was a turning point in both Dianne and Rachel's lives. Rachel now trusted her father would always be there to watch over her and she never felt alone again. And Dianne, she treasured the growing bond between her and her daughter and made spending quality time together a priority. The Internet stalker/rapist miraculously survived his impalement only to be sentenced to twenty-five years in prison. Dianne had not been his first victim, but she was definitely his last! After the trial Dianne's treasured wristwatch was returned to her. As for the bronze King Neptune statue? Dianne had it permanently mounted on the dock where the My Girl, Rachel is still moored today. My Girl-Rita If you're underage or offended by erotic literature, don't read any further. In fact if either of those describes you-get off this website. This work is not available for copy or distribution without permission from the author. * Introduction My name is...well name's not important. Call me Ishmael-nah, just kidding. You can call me Nick. But I'm not writing this to tell you about me. I'm writing this to tell you about my girls. These are the girls I've known, the girls I've loved. I'm a lucky man. I have a good life. I'm a musician. I've worked tours, studios, jingles, composing, songwriting, engineering and producing. My job is incredibly fun and I've made pretty good money at it. No, I'm not famous. Don't even ask. You wouldn't recognize my name if I told you. I've had the chance to see some amazing places and meet some amazing women along the way. I'm going to tell you about some of them-not all, but some. Over the years I've slept with about three hundred women. I'm not bragging or anything, I'm just trying to make a point. My point is that the stories here are based on those girls. Some of the stories are combinations of more than one girls' tale, but that's only to keep me from writing hundreds of stories. What you're about to read is based on true events. Whether you believe them or not doesn't make any difference to me. I got to live them so that's all I need. Now I'm an old married guy, middle age is slipping by and I'm just reminiscing about the girls I've known in my life. Don't get me wrong. I may not be chasing after girls anymore but I'm still a lucky man. I've spent over twenty years now with the same girl and I love it. I've never been happier and I've never been unfaithful. But every now and then I stop to remember.... * Rita and I went to high school together. She was a year ahead of me, but we knew a lot of the same people back then. The thing is, I never really paid any attention to her...at least not then. But when I was in my twenties I spent a summer back home taking care of a few things for my family. I bumped into her one day and she made it very obvious that I should look her up. Am I ever glad I did. Picture a girl just barely over five feet tall with D cup breasts, a tiny waist and a heart-shaped ass that fits your hands perfectly. She was voluptuous and feminine. Childhood for Rita was a family farm and a diner that her parents owned. She worked at both from the time she was old enough to form a complete sentence. By the time I came back for the summer, her folks had passed away and left the businesses to Rita and her little sister, Gwen. But little sister may not have been the best description for Gwen. While Rita was about five feet tall, Gwen was almost 6' tall. Gwen didn't have the lush, voluptuous look of her sister, but the same curves were there, stretched out on a longer, leaner frame. Gwen's long legs and firm, high ass were well balanced by her D cup breasts. I got hard more than once when Gwen was around. Rita wasn't stupid, she knew I wanted her little sister too. She even teased me about it a couple of times. Right in the middle of hot, sweaty sex she would talk about Gwen and how hard I'd get when she was around. One night Gwen had another big fight with her boyfriend and was sleeping in the guest room. As Rita rode my cock, she asked me, "You want her, don't you?" When she felt my cock twitch inside her she said, "I thought so. You like those long legs of hers don't you?" That caused another twitch. "Mmmm, you'd like to have us both, wouldn't you-to have two sisters as your personal little harem." "Hell, yes.", I said. "You want to be one of my harem girls?", I asked as I pounded into her pussy. "Yes...yes...yes!", she screamed as she came. When she caught her breath she rolled me onto my side and with a wicked little smile said, "I'm yours to command." Lying on my back I propped up my head on one of the endless supply of frilly little pillows that were always on her bed. "Show me why I should have you in my harem." Staring me in the eye she slid down the bed, kissing at licking her way down my body. Then she got up on her knees and started a slow sensuous dance. Like a blend between a belly dancer and stripper she started to move. Running her hands over her luscious curves she started talking to me. "Do I please you, Sir? Am I worthy of your attentions? Do you want me to bring you other women? There's another girls down the hall who aches for your attention.' I was halfway sitting up, but my cock was standing straight up. She knelt to rub it against her breasts and face saying, "I could bring you a new girl, Sir. I could teach her how to please you and let her join your harem if you wish." Then I said the smartest thing I'd ever said in my life. "You don't think she can please me as well as you do you?" With an evil laugh she said, "Probably not, but if we train her right-you never know." "Hmmmm, that sounds tempting. I wonder if she'd be an acceptable addition to my harem? Is she gifted in any way or does she have any special skills? She might be a lovely girl...gifted by her family line. But I wonder...if she would be worthy of my time or if she would want to be with me." "Yes, Sir. I happen to know she is a very talented lover and if you want her, just call her and she'll come to you." "Really? And how do you know that?", I asked. "She told me. She's been lying in her bed at night listening to us. Playing with her breasts, squeezing them, teasing the nipples until they ache. Rubbing her pretty little pussy until she's slick and wet. She's heard us and she's envious of me. She wants you. She wants to suck your long, thick cock and then climb on it and fuck herself with it." While describing this to me, Rita had been playing with my cock. As I got more and more convinced how willing she was to bring Gwen in to join us, I got harder and harder imaging the three of us together. "Do you want to share me with Gwen-or be here with the two of us?" I asked one last time. "Yes. When we were younger we shared a bed and there's very little you could imagine two girls doing that we haven't done. I know you want her. I'd rather share you than take a chance of losing you." "How do we do this?" "Simple. Gwen, want to come in here and suck this cock?", Rita asked loudly. The door opened to a naked girl who said, "Yes, I really, really do." "Come on then. If you're a good enough at sucking his cock, I'll let you fuck it too." It was amazing to see two sisters who were so much alike and so different at the same time. Rita was the voluptuous vixen with an evil side. Gwen was this tall, lean, innocent sex kitten. Gwen walked to the side of the bed and Rita got up and grabbed Gwen by the back of her neck. Rita pulled her down for a long sensuous kiss that made me want to shoot off from seeing it. Gwen played with Rita big tits just like Rita had described her playing with her own. First she squeezed them, and then she teased the nipples making them so hard they looked like they could cut glass. Rita pulled away and pushed Gwen toward the bed. Gwen crawled onto the bed in between my legs. She started rubbing her face against my cock, massaging my balls and cock with her beautiful face. She started planting little kisses along my shaft and licking me up and down. Suddenly, with no warning to either of us, Rita grabbed her hair and shoved her mouth down on my cock. "I said suck him, bitch. You're not here to enjoy how fine his cock is, you're here to suck it!", Rita yelled at her. I thought, 'These two have some issues and are kinky as shit!' I figured I was in for a hell of fun night. Rita came up and kissed me while her sister sucked me off. "Is she a good little cock sucker? Do you want me to show her how to do it right? If she's not, I'll whip her ass until she sucks you the way you want." "Shut up and give me those big tits of yours. I want to suck them and show you how hard she's sucking my cock" She started playing with her clit while she feed me her big, full tits. She came hard and fast. She shouted, "I'm coming. I'm coming. Get over here you little slut." Gwen crawled over me nestling my shaft in between her firm tits and locked her mouth on her sister's pussy. Rita started coming again as soon as Gwen's mouth made contact with her cunt. Rita moaned and rocked back saying, "Stick that long tongue up into my pussy, you nasty little bitch." By the shudders and moans that came from her mouth, I assumed that Gwen did just as she was told and did it very well. I got out from under the two of them but urged them to stay right where they were. I got behind Gwen and ran the tip of my cock from the top of her ass crack down to her clit and back. Leaning close to her ear I whispered, "I want you to fuck her pussy with your tongue and fingers while I fuck yours." "Yes, please fuck me.", she responded. Rita was still moaning and groaning too loudly to hear our little exchange but figured it out quickly. When I started rocking back and forth, slamming Gwen face up into her crotch, Rita knew I was fucking her sister. "Oh, yeah. Fuck that bitch. Show her what a real man-size cock feels like. Ride her sweet pussy." Rita shoved her ass back, burying her sister's face between her ass cheeks and came with a wail. She fell forward away from Gwen's hungry mouth and collapsed on the bed. I threw my head back and closed my eyes to focus on the feeling of Gwen's tight little cunt. The walls of her pussy trembled around me as she rode from the wave of one climax to the next. I knew she was having multiple orgasms like her sister did and I wanted to savor the feeling. Rita plastered her curves to my side and whispered in my ear, "She's such a stuck up little bitch. You know she's been telling me she was going to get you to fuck her for a while now. That pencil-dicked boyfriend of hers can't make her come and you've got her coming non-stop. Fuck her. Fuck her good and hard. Fill her up and stretch out that pussy 'til she begs you to stop." Grabbing my balls she added, "Unload these big balls in her hot, tight wet pussy. I want to eat your come out of her...do it. Make her beg for it." "Gwen, do you want me to come in you?" "Yes, please. Come in my pussy. It's so hot and you're fucking me so deep. Shoot it in me...GIVE ME YOUR COME!" She started thrashing around and screaming as she came again when I started shooting wad after wad up into her fine lean body. Using her tits to pull her back even harder, I jabbed deep into her cunt as it quivered around me. I started to loose my balance and stepped back, pulling my deflating cock from her sweet tight channel as I did. Rita pounced on my wet cock, licking and sucking it clean as I staggered to the chair behind me. When I began to get too sensitive, I put my hand on her head to push her away.. Right away Rita turned and flipped her sister over, diving in between her legs to ear my come out of Gwen's pussy. Pinching Gwen's nipples she made her come twice more before she let up. I sat and watched the two of them, dumbfounded. Gwen was sprawled across the bed, panting and spent. Rita turned to me and said, "We'll wasn't that fun?" Lots of nights like that followed. Rita wasn't always so rough on her little sister, but sometimes she was. One day I dropped in and Gwen was home alone. When Rita came home and found us fucking on the couch, she went crazy. She got so pissed she started throwing things and screaming. It was okay if I fucked her sister when she was there, but it was cheating if I fucked Gwen without her. I got out of there as quick as I could. We didn't speak for weeks. By the time we finally sat down and talked, it was over between us. It had been headed that way for some time. She was looking for an excuse and now she had one. She couldn't trust me because I cheated on her. Go figure. When someone is as far out of whack as Rita, you can't change their mind. But no matter how crazy she was, she was fun to fuck. My Girl-Ronnie If you're underage or offended by erotic literature, don't read any further. In fact if either of those describes you-get off this website. This work is not available for copy or distribution without permission from the author. * My name is...well name's not important. Call me Ishmael-nah, just kidding. You can call me Nick. But I'm not writing this to tell you about me. I'm writing this to tell you about my girls. These are the girls I've known, the girls I've loved. I'm a lucky man. I have a good life. I'm a musician. I've worked tours, studios, jingles, composing, songwriting, engineering and producing. My job is incredibly fun and I've made pretty good money at it. No, I'm not famous. Don't even ask. You wouldn't recognize my name if I told you. I've had the chance to see some amazing places and meet some amazing women along the way. I'm going to tell you about some of them-not all, but some. Over the years I've slept with about three hundred women. I'm not bragging or anything, I'm just trying to make a point. My point is that the stories here are based on those girls. Some of the stories are combinations of more than one girls' tale, but that's only to keep me from writing hundreds of stories. What you're about to read is based on true events. Whether you believe them or not doesn't make any difference to me. I got to live them so that's all I need. Now I'm an old married guy, middle age is slipping by and I'm just reminiscing about the girls I've known in my life. Don't get me wrong. I may not be chasing after girls anymore but I'm still a lucky man. I've spent over twenty years now with the same girl and I love it. I've never been happier and I've never been unfaithful. But every now and then I stop to remember... * There was something exotic about her. I never could put my finger on it no matter how hard I tried. Maybe my memories are idealized because she was my first, but I don't think so. I think it is because she was so rebellious. It was the spring of 1970 when I met Ronnie in Freshman English. There I was a college freshman and still a virgin. Jumping ahead a few grades had been tough. I'd had some oral action and felt up a few girls but I wanted to get laid. Something always came up that kept me from closing the deal. It's not that I was repulsive or anything. A lot of girls told me that I was good-looking, but I was shy. I didn't have the self-confidence to go for it. At thirteen I hit 5' 10", by sixteen I was 6' tall. I was thin and fit without even trying. Lots of time on a bike as a kid gave me well-defined, strong legs (and a pretty nice ass-or so I've been told). I played guitar and sang in a bunch of bands. Was in the sax section of a soul band, and I played sax and flute in school band. (Yeah-I was a band fag-at least that's what the jocks called me) Once I started singing and playing guitar that pretty much labeled me as a musician in junior high and it stuck. I filled my leisure time playing tennis, golf, and studying martial arts. I wasn't very competitive. Though I played well, I used to piss off my opponents because I didn't like to keep score. I didn't care about it. If I was playing well, it felt good. A career as a pro golfer was discussed at some length, but I never took them seriously. I was the kid who played barefoot or in sandals with bell-bottoms or shorts and a Dylan t-shirt on. That and long hair pretty much guaranteed I wouldn't fit in at the Country Club. They tolerated me because I could play, but there was nobody to hang out with there. My eyes are hazel, I weigh about 175 pounds and my hair is light brown. My hair is wavy and hangs in curls about half way down my back, just like it did when I was a kid. My background is a mix of seven different nationalities with Scandinavian and Cherokee being the most prominent. I modeled some when I was really young, so I guess I must look okay. I was above average scholastically and I have an IQ in the top 2% of the country. When I started college I was totaled focused on school. A couple of years of partying had bored me, so I shifted my priorities and studied rigorously instead. Ronnie (short for Veronica) was a cute little bundle of energy looking for the next cause to join or rebellion to lead. I was the quiet guy that everyone thought was a mellow old soul. That façade kept them from seeing I was too shy to be loud or outspoken. We were assigned a project together for class, so I was forced to talk to her. It wasn't hard because she did most of the talking. The first day we worked together she told me about her family. She was a Pentecostal preacher's kid and lived with her younger brother in a travel trailer parked at her aunt's house in town. Her dad was assigned to a new church in the middle of the semester, so her brother was going to finish his sophomore year at the local high school before he joined his mom and dad. Ronnie was supposed to keep him out of trouble. Since they had the trailer for revivals the two of them set up house for a few months. It wasn't fancy, but I loved that trailer. It was the perfect spot for the two of us. Ronnie was just barely five feet tall, with dark brown eyes, olive complexion and straight, coal black hair that hung to just below her knees. On her small frame the curves of her body deliciously voluptuous. "Give me a ride home," she said after class one day. As usual I couldn't tell if it was a statement or a question. "Sure. I guess I can." The smile she flashed back at my response was mischievous, "Cool, my little brother is gone for the weekend to a tent revival with my aunt and uncle." Looking down, I saw her breasts bulging out of her tank top as she held my hand and rubbed against my arms. Her nipples were sticking out making beautiful little tents in her shirt, and I could feel myself start to get hard. "Let's get something to eat on the way and we can study and make a night of it. Unless you need to get home or something....", she added. "No, that sounds great. I'd like to." She leaned over to grab her stuff and her hair parted to give me a view of the curve of her butt in a tiny pair of cutoffs. A quick stop for burgers-and we were on our way. We ate half on the way to her trailer and the other half sat on the coffee table and got cold while we made out on the sofa. It was our usual routine. We'd work on our project, start holding hands or leaning into each other while we read, and eventually we'd be making out. With her little brother's interruptions and her aunt and uncle living just across the driveway it had never gotten any farther, but tonight would be different. By the time I'd slipped my hands up to feel her nipples grow hard against my hand, my dick was so hard it hurt. She stood up and I thought, 'I was so close...' She said, "Come on, let's go to my room." I sat back and watched as she dropped her shorts to the floor and pulled her top off. Her hair was like a curtain, teasing me with peeks of her body. Then she arched her back to reach back and braided it together. Her breasts danced and mesmerized me. "Well?" she asked. "You coming with me?" Looking into her eyes helped clear my head enough for me to say, "Yeah...I am." I was embarrassed to stand up with a hard on in my pants. But she possibilities the night held drew me to follow her. A minute later she was kneeling on the edge of her bed, kissing me and helping me strip off my clothes as fast as we could. The kisses and her body felt so good I didn't even realize she'd started to pull my pants off until she slipped down to peel off my shorts and my cock sprang out hard and slapped her in the face. There she was at eye level to my thick rod and she said, "Nice...very nice. I had no idea." My heart stopped beating and I stopped breathing. The world as I knew it ceased to exist as she took me in her hand and wrapped her soft lips and tongue around the head of my cock. I never imagined anything could feel as good as this. Her fingers didn't even come close to touching as they moved, sliding the skin up and down my shaft. Her mouth was warm and wet drawing me in while her tongue danced all around the head. She looked up at me and made a long, slow licking withdrawal from her mouth and said, "You have a beautiful cock. This is gonna be fun." Rolling back, she slipped her panties off and threw them at me as I kicked off my boots and untangled my feet from my jeans. She laid back waiting for me, but I had to take a moment and just look at her. From her smoldering eyes, her C-cup breasts, her almost hairless pussy, to her dainty little toes she was mine and I was going to revel in every inch of her. Crawling onto her bed I kissed and licked all over her beautiful tits, rubbing my face against them. I slowly licked my way up her neck, planting little kisses all the way. As I kissed her she reached down and teased the head of my cock with her tender lips, getting us both wet with the juices from her leaking slit. She pulled me into her and time slowed to a stop again as I sank into her hot wet channel. I don't know if I shoved the full length in quickly or slid into her slowly. All my mind could handle was the sensation of her hot, tight, wet flesh clinging to me, massaging each inch of my shaft as she quivered around me. When I was balls deep in her she let out a long breathy moan and began to writhe beneath me, rubbing her pubic bone hard against the base of my cock. Her arms and legs wrapped around me, she squeezed me so hard I could barely breathe and a spasm rolled through her body as she came. "Oh, my god!" she screamed. "I've never come so fast before. Do it. Do it again." I'd like to brag about my self-control, how I made love to her slowly and sensuously, but I didn't. I fucked her. I don't remember the details. All I remember is the way I felt inside her, the way it felt to be buried deep inside her as the walls of her cunt fluttered around me when she came, and the sweet release of pumping a huge load of come into her tight little pussy. Still hard as a rock after I came, she rolled me over and rode me vigorously. Her tits hung in my face so I kissed and sucked them. She threw her head back and moaned deep in her chest as she shuddered atop me. Then she jumped off and got on her hands and knees for me to take her doggie style. I got behind her and marveled at the way her hips pushed back against me as I slammed into her soft round ass. We fucked in one position after another after another. Like two kids who couldn't wait to play with their new toys, we wanted to do it all. We both came again and again. Our youth and passion made us insatiable. When one ran out of energy and lay back near exhaustion, the other would take over and keep going. Our moans and screams rang out from that little trailer for hours. I had a smile on my face as I got ready to leave at sunrise the next morning. Covered in sweat and our combined juices, I needed a shower before I'd be presentable. Ronnie started up the shower in the tiny little bathroom to clean me up. Just before she pushed me back into the spray, she knelt at my feet to get a towel. When I looked down and saw her there I was entranced. She was there at my feet rubbing against me to mark me with her scent like a sleek little cat. Each beat of my heart made me grow harder as the blood rushed to fill my shaft, leaving it throbbing against her cheek. "You got up to say hello, didn't you?" She spoke to my cock like it was another person. She stroked her fingers along the length of my rod as she asked me, "Doesn't he ever get tired? Do you think he still wants to play?" Stuck dumb I just nodded and she went on. "Good morning. I've got a big kiss for you this morning." Then she wrapped her soft lips around the head and sucked me. "We taste good together," she said as she rubbed my hard shaft against her face. Licking me off, a moan started deep in her chest and rumbled out to vibrate along the length of my burning rod. She attacked my cock like she was starving. Ravenous in her desire, her lips and tongue seemed to be everywhere at once as she fed on my manhood. I buried one had in her hair as her hot wet mouth began to fly up and down my shaft. Searching for a handhold with my free hand, I tried to steady myself against her relentless onslaught. In no time she had me at the brink. Not knowing what to do, I shouted out her name as I fell back into the shower and filled her mouth with my seed. Unwilling to release me she fell on top of me in the tiny stall. She drank me dry as I lay sprawled below her, water from the showerhead soaking us both and splashing all over the room. As I went soft between her lips, she ground herself against me to get the relief she craved. Her wet pussy left trails along my leg as she shuddered and moaned. We fucked every chance we could. She was a nervous wreck one day and dismissed me with a curt statement that she was late. I was too naïve to understand what she meant. All I knew was that she wasn't happy. The next day she started her period and rewarded me with an incredible blowjob. You might think it was a consolation price compared to the pleasure she been giving me, but her enthusiasm quickly made me see it as a treasure as well. After a couple of weeks, she started to refuse to suck me off saying, "What's fair is to share." Shy and feeling stupid, I never asked her what she meant, so I missed out on getting to taste that sweet little pussy or learning how to satisfy her orally. One night she asked how I felt about her. I didn't know what to say and told her so. The next time I called her she said, "It isn't right for us to be together if your answer is 'I don't know what to say' when I ask you how feel about me." Soon she was hanging out with this jock from our class. When I saw him between classes, he kept talking me how hot she was and how lucky we both were 'to get some of that'. He knew exactly how he felt about her. To him she was a good piece of ass. It didn't make any sense. He didn't care about her at all. Later I figured out he just said the right thing to keep getting laid. When the semester ended, she joined her family traveling around to the summer camp revivals. I was surprised. I don't doubt she had faith, but I didn't think she shared her father's beliefs. The way she liked to fuck it didn't fit. I was shocked when I saw her again about ten years later. She was in a photo spread in Penthouse. She was the dom in a photo spread with another girl. She looked as good if not better than I remembered. The sight of her curvaceous little body and the memories of us together made me hard as a rock. She could have taught me a lot about eating pussy if I'd been smart enough to ask. With her religious background I was surprised to see her like that. In hindsight though, it makes sense. She finally found the ultimate rebellion. My Girl Sam (Author's Note: This story was originally submitted under the wrong category. As it is a story based on very true events I felt it necessary to correct that error and also take the time to better relate the raw emotions and sensations with bolstered descriptive details. I hope you enjoy these edits even more. Thank you.) * I walked through the terminal with bags in hand looking for some close family friends. I had received a Christmas card again from them this year and replied with my usual letter updating them on my life and career. My career had only just begun a little over a year ago. I was in the Air Force stationed in Germany. I had told them in my letter I was coming home on leave in February. I had received a letter back from Mrs. McQuinn saying she and LtCol McQuinn were going to pick me up. They insisted I stay with them when they heard I was going to be coming in to McGuire Air Force Base which is where he was stationed now and where my military flight had brought me back from Sembach AB, Germany. I hadn't seen them in a good while. And I could never turn down a request from Mrs. McQuinn. She was the sweetest woman in the whole world. Her husband and my father had been had been stationed together during a couple of assignments. And there they were. Lt Col McQuinn jogged toward me from the entrance doors of the terminal. Before I could set my bags down, he wrapped his big beefy arms around me and gave me a huge bear hug. He lifted me off my feet, luggage and all. "Good to see you again, boy." He said as he jerked me side to side. "Been a long while." "Oh, Tom, put the boy down. He's not a little guy anymore, he's a grown man." Mrs. McQuinn walked up along side us and no sooner had Mr. McQuinn released me and I was able to drop my bags than she took up the hugging. Mrs. McQuinn was rather short in stature so her arms barely wrapped above my waist, her head buried itself in my lower chest. Her hug felt so warm. I had always felt so comfortable in her arms. She had always made me feel that way. Mr. and Mrs. McQuinn were the 'huggingest' people I knew. They hugged anyone and anybody. It felt good right then after being away from family and close friends for so long. "So how is our grown man?" She asked rubbing her cheek into my ribs. "Hmmm, seems like you haven't been eating so well over there in Germany, Stevie." She reared back and looked me up and down before poking her finger into my midsection. "I think I have my work cut out for me these next two days getting you fed before I send you home to your momma." "Oh, it's alright. I eat well enough. It's just all the working out I've been doing. The military has gotten me in the best shape I've ever been in. But I sure won't turn down a good meal from my favorite cook." I bent down to whisper in her ear. "Just don't tell mom I said that." Then I gave her a hug of my own and squeezed her as tightly as I dared. "Oh, my. You have been doing some exercising. Very strong arms there young man." Mrs. McQuinn leaned back again and this time reached up to touch my biceps. "I bet the girls will be impressed, too." She winked up at me. The girls. By girls, Mrs. McQuinn was referring to her three daughters. The two oldest, Sara and Samantha, were twins and twenty-one. There couldn't have been a set of twins that were so different. In appearance were totally different, Sara, taller and more of a dark brunette. Samantha was a couple inches shorter and with a light brown, not quite blonde head of hair. Most times you'd never even know they were twins even standing all together as a family. The youngest, Donna was still in high school, now eighteen and a senior. She was short like her mother. She was also just as much a ball of energy as I remembered. It was her, the first of the three that greeted me as we walked into the McQuinn house that evening. "Hi Steve." The familiar voice resounded in the living room. Before I could fully turn around Donna had run and stretched her short arms around me. She gave me a warm hug just like her mom had done back at the terminal. "Hi Donna. Good to see you, too." I wrapped my arms around her head and squeezed, twisting her back and forth playfully. Her cheek and ear rubbed me not much higher than her mother's had at just above my belly. Finally I released her and she stepped back so I could get a good look at the baby sister. My, had she grown. Well, maybe not so much in stature but surely in all the proper womanly places. She most definitely had taken after her mother in another way. The curves of an eighteen year old woman had replaced the skinny features of the young fifteen year old girl I had seen the last time. Looking nearly directly down upon her I couldn't help but see the almost massive bosom she now carried. As she bounced up and down on her toes it, or they, shook with an outwardly excitable effect in that scoop neck blouse of hers. I realized I was staring, so I blinked and looked up toward Mr. and Mrs. McQuinn expecting to have been busted for staring lewdly at their baby girl. I saw they had both left the room however. Not seeing my bags, I assumed Mr. McQuinn had taken them to wherever I was sleeping that night. Knowing Mrs. McQuinn she was out in the kitchen already. "Have a good flight?" Donna interrupted the stillness. "Uh, yea, for a military flight on a C-141 cargo hauler I suppose." I looked back down at her and found myself looking upon her bountiful cleavage again. Wow, this girl had indeed matured. I blinked once more and tried to force myself to look her in the face. "That's good. Daddy used to fly in those a lot. Said they were noisy." I watched her do a little twirl on her one foot and walk over to plop down on the couch. "I guess I'm not going to follow in Daddy's footsteps in the Air Force and be a pilot at this puny height of mine though." As she adjusted her feet under her there on the cushions I resumed my ogling of her breasts as they bounced again and again each time she moved. 'The girl is eighteen, Steve. And damn it, she's the McQuinn's youngest. Get a hold of yourself stupid', was what the little voice in my head said. While another voice was saying 'Wonder hat the boys in her school must think of this package of energy and breasts?' The thought of high school suddenly made me think of her sisters, Sara and Samantha. The last time I saw them they were all of eighteen and graduating. "So how are your sisters?" I asked, turning to take a seat in the chair across from Donna. When I looked back at her I did all I could to try and keep my gaze above the neck level. "Oh, good I guess. Sara is off at a night class tonight, usually gets home around ten o'clock. Sam, well, who knows where she is. She goes out a lot and comes home late. You did know she's back home after her divorce right?" Donna leaned over to grab a pillow next to her, giving what could be only described as a quick peep show. I saw her breasts in full course and if not for her lacy bra her nipples may have been mine for the ogling. I watched as she hugged the pillow up tight to her chest. Both the good and the bad of it was she blocked my view of her grown woman assets now. It was probably in my best interest in the end. My mind came back to her last comment. The words 'her divorce' made me think of Samantha. Sam, as she was known to family and friends, was just twenty-one but she had been married and divorced already. I never knew the guy, but she had met him her freshman year of college and by the end of sophomore year they were married. I didn't get the entire story from Mom, but I heard enough to know he didn't treat her well and drinking was involved in their somewhere, more than the traditional college binges I understood. Anyway, he hit her a couple times and she finally left not only him but college. I had supposed she'd been back home with her parents for several months now. "Well?" I looked back up at Donna as I realized she was speaking to me again. "Well what?" I asked obviously having missed the original question. "I asked how are your Mom and Dad?" Donna repeated, as she clutched that pillow more tightly to her chest, only this time the way she held it actually pushed up her bosom. As I answered I couldn't avoid looking at her chest as I it was nearly up in her face. "Uh, alright, I mean good I guess." Her cleavage was as defined as ever now. Okay, eighteen or not, this girl was sexy; sexy enough to make me stir in my jeans right at that moment. 'No, Steve, this is a family friend's baby daughter, and sister. You can't be getting a hard-on over her.' But it was most definitely real. My briefs were getting rather tight. I tried to focus on our conversation but in my mind I was thinking what those round mounds of female form really looked like. "That's good. I haven't seen them since my sisters' graduation." Donna shifted again. I felt another twitch in my jeans. Okay, I had to try and to think of something or someone else to distract me. Mrs. McQuinn that was it. Think of the sweet, loving mother. Better. No not better, thinking of her made me think of her own huge chest. Now I was thinking of Mrs. McQuinn's large naked breasts. Then I was picturing mother and youngest daughter both topless. I tried to squeeze my legs together, to pincer my erection between my thighs, trying to make it painful. That only made it worse, grew harder. "Dinner is served guys." Mr. McQuinn came in and announced. Saved! I quickly jumped up out of the chair and took a couple of steps before I realized, 'Crap, was I still hard?' I made a quick turn and looked down, yes, I was. "Uh, could I use your bathroom, first?" I asked with my back to Mr. McQuinn. "Yes, of course, down the hall on the left." He answered. I looked back over my other shoulder at Donna to see if she may have noticed my embarrassing indiscretion. She was already up and walking toward the dining room. Geez! Now I caught myself looking at her butt. What a wiggle, what a nice round butt. That image was also very familiar, but in a taller version. I suddenly saw her sister Sam's butt. I flashed back to a dance floor three years earlier and the nearly same wonderful sight in a print patterned Prom gown. A desire I had then returned to me there in the McQuinn's living room. My manhood pushed out even harder in my briefs. I quickly stepped off toward the bathroom. Once I lifted up the toilet seat and first hauled it out, I found myself semi-hard so it took a bit of just letting it hang there before I could go. I really did have to go as it turned out; I hadn't gone since I got off the plane. When I finally did it was amazing how a good pee could be. It wasn't an orgasm, and as much as I could have used one right then, it felt so good feeling that stream running through and out that thing. To help frame my perspective here, let me backup a second and explain something here before I go too far. Samantha, Sam, was my first real crush. Our fathers had been stationed at the same base in Ohio when we were in junior high. Our families actually lived right next door to one another in base housing. I was not quite a year older than the twins, but by virtue of school age cutoffs we were actually in the same grade. It was early my eighth grade year that I started really getting keen on girls. Being close to the twins started to become more of a boy/girl thing for me than the previous just goofing around with our other friends in the neighborhood. I enjoyed being around them both, but it was Sam that struck my fancy the most. I think it was her athletic or tom-boyish attitude that got me first. It may have also been her beautiful face. Her light brown, almost blonde, hair framed what was the most beautiful thing I remember at that age. The pre-teen romance, if you can call it that, budded into not much more than me shyly giving her a dime-store ring. Of course it was the first token of friendship or anything I had ever given a girl. Sam and I did things together like go to a movie and to the local Arby's, but we were never really ever alone. Her twin sister Sara and usually a couple of others would always be around. But we did find a way to sit next to one another and hold hands. That all lasted a few months though, as my Dad got orders that summer and we left for Hawaii. Then three years later, LtCol McQuinn got orders to Hawaii and his family followed us to the Islands. Sam and I never picked up where we left off in the 'dating' thing. We didn't see one another all that much as we lived on opposite ends of the island as our Dad's were stationed at different bases. Sam and I had not even kept in touch in all that time. I had since gotten wrapped up in high school and spent most of my free time at the beach or working out for the wrestling team, I was in my third year of wrestling by then. My once skinny, bony body had filled out since the last time we had seen one another. I had also grown nearly eight inches in height. Of course Sam had grown up plenty herself, too. I remembered the first time I actually saw her again was at a football game. She had made the cheerleading squad. I remember sitting up in the stands as the girls came off the field from their routine and Sam waving up at me with those red and black pompoms. Sam was still the beautiful girl I remembered; only now she was not a girl, not a little girl anyway. She was so hot in that short skirt and tight top of hers. The feelings I had for her as an eighth grader had matured tremendously now as a senior in high school. Watching her bounce around doing her cheers needless to say transformed the boyish thoughts of Sam of just a few years ago. Now I need to flash ahead several months to late springtime. Although I had some strong feelings that night at the football game, being both teenagers at different high schools and living farther than just across town, we didn't really see one another that much at all except on special family occasions. I was totally wrapped up in wrestling and body surfing and she was very into her cheerleading and school work. She was a straight A student by the way. Anyway, my feelings for her did not totally wane over that time and by now it was time for my Senior Prom. The first person I thought of was Sam. We had not dated even once unless you counted holding her hand, with my cheap ring on it, in the movies back in Ohio. But there were two reasons why I wanted to take her; first and foremost, she was still on my mind when I thought about dating for some reason. Only it was truly funny when I thought about it. Even after that one night at the football game, after getting seriously aroused over her, I never once jacked off to the thought of Sam. Oh let me tell you, I became a hell of a masturbator back when I first got to Hawaii and turned fourteen. But it was mostly stimulated by the fantasies I found in magazines, my Dad's Playboy and Penthouse magazines. I'd sneak into them whenever I could. Maybe that is why the second issue for asking Sam out came about. There I was eighteen years old, relatively handsome I'd selfishly admit, tall and muscular as a high school wrestler, but not once had I ever been alone with a girl. Oh, I could get a good whack off anywhere or anytime over a hot pictorial, but I'd never made even had a girl's hand on me let alone my hand on any intimate part of a girl. I was a virgin. So when I asked Sam to my Prom I was more than a little nervous to say the least. She was to be my first real date. Sam, also a senior who turned eighteen just a couple months before that, actually accepted and it turned out to be one of the most memorable nights of my life. I was more than uncomfortable not knowing really how to dance. It took half the night, but by the fourth or fifth slow dance and with Sam as a good teacher I was finally comfortable being with her out on the floor. Sam was an excellent dancer; maybe why she was such a good cheerleader or vice versa; either way she was very fluid on the dance floor. It wasn't until that last slow dance that I truly realized how comfortable I had become when her pelvis bumped into me and there was a very healthy erection going on between us. As I said, I had never really been with a girl in all this time so having that kind of reaction other than when I'd masturbate away over a glossy magazine was so new to me. I remembered it felt very good though. I also remembered wondering how much of me she had actually felt. I was as hard and long as I had ever been, while still in my pants and briefs anyway. Still as much as I knew I liked her Sam was still my friend, okay maybe my one love in life back then but that was always something separate from anything sexual. Sam and I finished off the night back at her house as we sat on the couch, in the dark, and had a wonderful conversation about everything but the two of us. I had only just gotten up the nerve to lean in and kiss her, which may have taken the whole relationship to the next level, when the kitchen light flashed on. Mr. McQuinn had come downstairs. My rookie confidence was shot down as I knew I had been busted. Although he'd never given me any reason to be scared of him in the past, it was different that night as I was sitting on his couch, in the shadows no less, with his daughter, starting to think about getting physical. He came walking by with a tall glass of water in his hand and said, "Oh hi, didn't mean to interrupt you two. Just had a thirst." I translated that as my cue to say goodnight to his daughter. Without a kiss, but with a hug, Sam and I did say goodnight. When her body pressed up against me that last time it made me not only feel very good but it also made me feel the distinct coolness of an enormous amount of pre-cum that had built up on my briefs by that point in the night. I had finally seen and reacted to Samantha McQuinn as someone I could be sexual with and I hadn't hade the nerve to make a move. And it was not to happen anytime ever since... I looked at my face in the bathroom mirror as I brought myself back to the present. All in all I realized it had still been the most wonderful night in my life up to that point, even if we hadn't consummated any sort of sexual or even romantic relationship. I finished washing my hands and headed out to the dining room. Dinner turned out to be as delicious as ever. Mrs. McQuinn really did have to be the best cook in the world. Sorry Mom! It was just the four of us around the table, Mr. and Mrs. McQuinn, Donna and I. The meal was scrumptious and the conversation busy. The latter another female McQuinn trait and although I'd have loved to have seen Sara and Sam, the noise level would have been magnified tenfold with them around the dinner table I'm sure. Our conversation continued on out to the living room, but by about ten o'clock Mr. McQuinn headed off to bed and Donna was up in her room. "Come on Steve, we have you sleeping down in the basement if that's alright. You remember the sofa bed don't you?" Mrs. McQuinn announced as she got up out of her chair. "Yea, I sure do." "Samantha has been sleeping down there the last few months. I did change the sheets of course." She smiled at me. "But don't mind all the other girl stuff strewn around. I told her to clean up some, but I think she forgot or more likely didn't listen." "Oh, wait, I don't want to put Sam out." I protested as at the same time I was picturing that sofa bed. A bed Sam had slept on and I was supposed to now sleep. "Don't worry. Sam is going to bunk up with Sara. We got her a double bed last year so they'll be alright. Be just like the old days for them." Mrs. McQuinn reassured me and she seemed to reminisce. "Sure. I guess, if they are okay with it." I said politely but deeper inside I was really picturing that sofa bed with Sam lying across it. My Girl-Sam If you're underage or offended by erotic literature, don't read any further. In fact if either of those describes you-get off this website. This work is not available for copy or distribution without permission from the author. * Introduction My name is...well name's not important. Call me Ishmael-nah, just kidding. You can call me Nick. But I'm not writing this to tell you about me. I'm writing this to tell you about my girls. These are the girls I've known, the girls I've loved. I'm a lucky man. I have a good life. I'm a musician. I've worked tours, studios, jingles, composing, songwriting, engineering and producing. My job is incredibly fun and I've made pretty good money at it. No, I'm not famous. Don't even ask. You wouldn't recognize my name if I told you. I've had the chance to see some amazing places and meet some amazing women along the way. I'm going to tell you about some of them-not all, but some. Over the years I've slept with about three hundred women. I'm not bragging or anything, I'm just trying to make a point. My point is that the stories here are based on those girls. Some of the stories are combinations of more than one girls' tale, but that's only to keep me from writing hundreds of stories. What you're about to read is based on true events. Whether you believe them or not doesn't make any difference to me. I got to live them so that's all I need. Now I'm an old married guy, middle age is slipping by and I'm just reminiscing about the girls I've known in my life. Don't get me wrong. I may not be chasing after girls anymore but I'm still a lucky man. I've spent over twenty years now with the same girl and I love it. I've never been happier and I've never been unfaithful. But every now and then I stop to remember.... * Standing for hours on a wacker-packer every day is a tough job. It's not the job anybody plans for or dreams about, but it pays well. A wacker-packer is like a jackhammer with a big steel plate on the bottom to pack the loose dirt down for the foundation of a building. That's what Sam did. She drove a wacker-packer at a construction site. She liked to joke about how much fun it was to have something big and throbbing like that between her legs all day. I didn't meet her at work. I met her at a PTA meeting for our kids. She was a cute little thing, 5' 1", firm A cup breasts, sun-streaked blonde hair, bright blue eyes, button nose, and a strong, tight body. She was the first woman I met who could make strong and tough look sexy. As usual, I was standing in the back of the meeting trying to figure out how soon I could get out of there when she slipped by me. I leaned down and whispered to her as she passed me. "You sneaking out of here?" After looking me up and down she took the spot next to me and said, "Yeah. You're not gonna rat me out are ya?" With a quick glance down and a grin I answered, "Not if you bust me out of here too." When she laughed she pretended it was a cough. Everyone in the room turned toward us. Continuing the charade, she kept coughing and doubled over next to me. Thinking fast I patted her on the back and said, "Come on, let's get you something to drink." And led her out of the room. We'd barely gotten into the lobby and closed the door behind us before we both started giggling. After shushing me she said, "If we don't get out of here you're gonna get me busted. You better be good for that drink." "Sure, thing. Just name your pleasure, I'm good for it." "Mmmm, I like the sound of that, but you ought to at least buy me a drink first, " she said with an evil grin. "I like you. Something tells me you're trouble...but I like you," I said. "Where to?" "You tell me. You asked me out for a drink, where are you gonna take me?" she teased. "Technically I haven't asked you out, but when I do, I could be persuaded to open a nice bottle of scotch I've been saving back at my place, unless you need to get home to your...kids...or husband....or...?" She smiled. "Subtle aren't ya? No husband-just two kids spending the night at Grandma's. But I usually don't go to strange guy's houses though." "Well, this isn't a usual night, is it? Or do you usually sneak out of PTA meetings and shirk your parental duties?" "Hey, I'm a good mom. Besides I wasn't sneaking out alone," she said as she poked me in the chest. "Touché." It took me a minute to build up my nerve to go on. "I've got a baby-sitter taking care of my son, who'd probably like to go home early. How about a drink at my place? I promise to be a gentleman under one condition." "What's that?" she asked. "You tell me your name." She let a little giggle slip that so sweet it seemed to dance in the air. She leaned close to me and whispered in my ear. "Maybe I don't want you to be a gentleman." She stared me in the eye for a second before she turned smartly and headed to the parking lot. It took me a moment to process that and catch up. As she led me out, her legs and ass were all I could see. She was working it-and doing it very well. "Stop staring at my ass and give me a ride to your place," she said. "I'm right over here," I said, opening the passenger door for her. "Mmmm...maybe you are a gentleman," she said, rubbing her firm butt against me as she stepped into the car. She took her time sitting and swinging one leg then the other into the car, giving me a moment to appreciate the view. As I watched her she went on, "Maybe not." "You're an incorrigible tease, aren't you?" "Yeah, I am. What do you think about that?" she asked. "I'm liking it so far. You are good at dishing it out. Can you take it?" She smiled as she said, "I don't know. You wanna find out?" "I plan to," I said as I closed the car door. The ride was quiet. Light then dark swept over us both as I drove. Soft music and furtive glances filled the air with tension. A small voice came from the passenger seat. "What are you thinking about?" "You want the truth?" I asked. "Yeah...I think so." "I'm thinking about two things. First, I'm thinking about blindfolding you so I can tease you until you beg for it. And second-I'm trying to remember if I've got anything in the house for breakfast tomorrow." "Kinda presumptuous aren't ya?" she teased. "Do you think I'm that easy?" "No. I just like to be ready for whatever comes along." "Cool," she said. "I like that. But what makes you think you can blindfold me and tease me without tying me down first?" That kept my mind working overtime until I pulled up at the house. I opened her door and she jumped out into my arms and kissed me. "Hmmm, that's a good start," she said with a sigh. We got in the house and I paid the sitter. "I'll be just a minute," I said as I stepped outside to watch her walk down the street to her house. I felt Sam behind me for a moment before she spoke. "You are a gentleman, aren't you?" "I don't know about that. But I figure we've got to take care of each other." Right then the sitter opened her door and waved goodnight as she stepped inside. I turned and started back inside, making her back up through the door. "Okay, now how about that drink?" I asked. "No thanks. I think I wanna be stone-cold sober for this," she said. "And what is this?" She tilted her head and said, "I believe you were going to 'tease me until I beg for it' right? That sounded good." Leaning down I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her to her tiptoes. Brushing her hair back I drug my lips up her neck, across her cheek and over her lips. I could feel the need in her body. She could feel my desire in the heat of my breath on her skin. Softly, I said, "Yes, that does sound good. But first I think I'll have a drink," I said setting her down and turning away to hide my growing erection. Her breath rushed out of her with a shudder. The sexual tension was so thick it seemed to suck the air out of both of us. It was a challenge to keep my cool as I poured myself a scotch. I filled one tumbler with scotch and one with ice. "How about me?" "I thought you didn't want one," I replied. "You said you wanted to be 'stone-cold sober for this' didn't you?" She grinned. Then she walked to me. But saying 'walked' seems totally inadequate. I've seen women walk. I've seen them strut. I've seen then slink their way across a room. This was far more intense than anything like that. My cock grew an inch longer with every step she took. She was coming to me. She wanted me. She was going to get what she wanted and she looked hot as hell. I grabbed her wrist when she reached for my drink and pulled her against me. "Want something?" "Yes," she said meekly. "So do I," I said crushing her little body against mine and kissing her. As we kissed I took off my tie. When she leaned away to catch her breath, her eyes were still closed. I slipped the tie over her eyes and tied it behind her head. She gasped as the cloth slipped down and blocked her view. I kissed her again. Her mouth was wet and open. We kissed with a hunger and thirst that we had to satisfy. I picked up the glass and placed it against her lips. Her nostrils flared as she picked up the aroma of the scotch. I tilted it back to give her a little sip. After a second sip I took the glass from her, had a quick taste and set it aside. Then I pushed her arms behind her and held her wrist together with one hand. Neither of us had any doubt that she was strong enough to get free. But both of us knew she didn't want to. Plucking a cube of ice from the other glass, I slid it down her neck. As she tensed up, she pushed even tighter against me. The cold, wet skin tasted good as my tongue followed the trail I'd made with the ice. I drew a path down one side of her neck, back up the other and over her cheek to her open mouth. Her lips wrapped around the cold ice so I pushed it inside. The heat of her and the cold of the ice combined into an intoxicating mix. As our tongues battled over control, I sucked it out of her mouth. Unbuttoning her blouse as I went, I drew a similar path over her chin, down the center of her throat and between her braless breasts. I pushed her shirt off her shoulders and used it to trap her hands behind her. With her breath coming in shallow gulps and her nipples hard as diamonds I ran my hands and mouth all over her breasts. Caressing, squeezing, kissing, licking, sucking her beautiful firm tits, I feasted on her. She could barely stand. I undid her belt and pulled it free of her pants. Using it, I tied her hands together up over her head. Then I stood and picked her up and carried her to my bed. With her cradled in my arms we kissed as we walked through my house. Standing by the bed I didn't want to let go of her. Finally our lips parted and I softly asked her, "Are you ready for this?" She kissed me again and said, "Oh, God, yes." "Are you sure?" I asked, kissing her on and on. "Yes. Yes. I'm sure,' she said breathlessly. "You didn't say 'Please'." She groaned and said, "Please. Please. Take me. Fuck me. Do anything you want with me. Just do it." With that I tossed her onto my bed. A little cry slipped from her lips as she fell onto the soft mattress of my four-poster bed. I all but ran through the house to get the scotch and ice I'd left on the bar. Seeing her like that was all the motivation I needed to get back and get out of my clothes quickly. After I stripped I circled around the bed and pulled off her shoes. Her cute little toes didn't escape my attention. Light kisses all over them left her giggling as she tried to wiggle away. Moving to the far side of the bed, I found the zipper on the side of her skirt. I traced a line from her lips to her belly button as I pulled it down. "This is going to be so much fun," I said as I loosely tied her belt to one of the bedposts. "Remember, my son is asleep. So don't make a sound. You don't want to wake him do you?" She lifted her hips to help me pull off her skirt. The white lace of her panties was soaked. I lifted her foot and sat down between her legs. She spread them wider as she wiggled around. I nibbled my way up one leg and down the other. As my mouth crossed her flat tummy it quivered under my lips. I kissed, licked, sucked and bit my way up and down her strong, slim legs again and again. My kisses got closer and closer to the hot wet sweet-smelling pussy hidden behind a tiny scrap of white lace. I kissed my way all over her without ever making contact with her panties. She moved under my ministrations and tried to anticipate my next move so she could grind herself against my mouth, but I didn't let her. I reached over for a piece of ice as I lifted the soaking wet lace from the swollen lips of her cunt. Giving myself just enough room to slip under her panties I moved my mouth close enough to feel the heat of my breath on my fingers. She had to know I was close enough to slide my tongue into her, how close my lips were to her throbbing clit. But I didn't let her feel my mouth yet. Instead I slipped an ice cube down across her clit and into her steaming, tight, wet pussy and let the elastic of her panties hold it in place. Her back arched her body completely off the bed so that only her head and feet were on the mattress. She pulled against the bedpost, trying to get her hands free, but I reached up and held them down. "You're a such a hottie. Did that cool you down a little bit?" I asked. "If not, you may still need cooling off." I got another piece of ice and ran it across her lips, over her chin, down between her breasts and then used it to tease one nipple then the other. The ice left a trail cool water on her flesh for me to lick up as my mouth followed its trail. Her nipples were rock hard and cold as the ice in my mouth, but they softened and warmed up quickly. I flicked my tongue back and forth over them as she wiggled under me. Grabbing the sides of her panties, I pulled them apart, ripping them in pieces and laying her bare under me. Being careful not to touch her anywhere else, I slid my tongue out to pierce her cunt as deeply as I could. She bucked off the bed again, but I'd expected it so I moved with her, keeping just my tongue in contact with her sex. When she dropped back down I slipped the tip of my tongue around and around her pussy. Licking the lips inside and out, they fluttered against my tongue as I feasted on a mix of hot and cold flesh. Finally I flicked back and forth across her clit making her moan deep in her chest. Then I dropped my mouth back down to suck the last of the dripping ice cube out of her. As I kissed her I slid the ice into her mouth. "I've got me one fine piece of ice, here." I said with a smile. "Yes. I'll be the best piece you've ever had. I'll do anything. Just please don't leave me like this." "You don't like this? I thought you were enjoying yourself so far." I whispered to her as I leaned over to take off my pants. "If you don't like this I could get your clothes for you and let you go." "No, no. That's not what I meant. I mean don't leave me without letting me come. Please make me come. Please." She was almost whining with need. "Oh, how should I do that?" I asked as I stroked her clit with one hand and pinched her nipples with the other. "Eat me. Fuck me. Anything, just make me come," she pleaded. I hovered over her on the bed, stroking my cock just inches from her open pussy. "Do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes." "Are you sure you want me to fuck you?" "Yes. Oh, yes." "I don't think you're very convincing. What do you really want? Tell me." "I want you to put your cock in me and fuck me until I come all over it. I want you to feed me your dick and let me suck it while you lick my cunt. I want you to fuck me, please." As the "s" of "please" left her lips I shoved my cock into her. In one, long, hard thrust I buried my cock all the way into her pussy. The tight wet passage was a mix of hot and cold flesh that wrapped around me. She gasped deeply and then started to wail. It was lucky that I'd already clamped my hand over her mouth to quiet her cries as she came. With one hand over her mouth and one on her shoulders I pounded into her, using her body for my pleasure. She bucked and moaned below me, grinding her clit against my pubic bone hard enough to bruise me as she came. I let her come two or three times then grabbed her tight little ass and lifter her off the bed. Draping her legs over my shoulders, I dove face first into her hot little pussy tongue fucking her, licking her juices off her thighs and lips, and sucking her hard little clit into my mouth. When she started coming again I pulled away and let her body slide down. Keeping her legs on my shoulders I thrust into her again. I whispered to her as she thrust back. "I love to eat a woman out until she starts to come, then shove my cock in so she comes again. It's so hot to taste the same come on my mouth that's coating my cock." "Do you want to taste it?" I asked with my lips against hers. "Yes," she said. Shoving her tongue into my mouth as she crushed her lips against mine. "Delicious." "Thank you," she said. As we lay there I asked her, "Thank you for what?" After a moment she said, "Thank you for the compliments, and thank you for the good hard, fucking you gave me. It's been too long." I untied her arms and curled up around her as I turned off the lights and pulled off her blindfold. The big, fluffy comforter hugged us both as she drifted off to sleep in my arms. She was still sleeping when I got back from taking my son to school the next morning. She woke as I slid into bed behind her. "What time is it?" she asked. "Time for you to call your mom and your boss to let them know you have to stay in bed today," I told her. "I can't lie to them, they'll know." "Don't lie. Tell the truth. Tell them you're feeling something coming on," I said as I ground my hardening cock against her tight little butt. It took a bit of fancy footwork, but she did it. We spent the day in bed (and on the couch, across the kitchen table and in the bathtub) together. We talked about our work, our exes, our plans, and we fucked over and over again. She was tough, resourceful, and fun. Like most parents, we knew a lot of the same people. Since both of us traveled for long periods for work, we'd just never met. Of course her daughter knew my son from school and her son was just a couple of years younger. She had worked all over the world, taking some high-risk jobs to give kids the best of everything. Sometimes the jobs were dangerous and sometimes she had to be away for months at a stretch but she wanted to do it. I'd been through something similar when work kept me away from my son for weeks or months at a time. We'd both tallied up plenty of frequent flier miles and huge phone bills getting home for birthdays and reading bedtime stories. But at least right now, we were enjoying some time at home. By the next day we had to get back to the real world, and we did. Over the next few months we had play dates for the kids (and us). We snuck off to make the most of every minute we could. We'd run the kids down to the point of exhaustion and then grab a quickie during naptime. That was about all the time we could manage to find. After a month or so Sam and her kids came by one night for dinner. As the kids ran around the house playing, she sat and stared into a bowl of dessert as though it held the key to the universe. I let her space out for a while before I said, "I can't help if you don't tell me what it is." "Huh?" "I can't help if you don't tell me what's wrong," I said. "You can't help even if I do tell you," she said. After a big sigh she went on, "I've got two new job offers. I have to choose one. The job I'm working on here was supposed to be permanent, but financing fell apart so it's ending and I've got to do...something else." My Girl-Sam "Well, that sounds like a good news-bad news situation. The good news is you've got two job offers. The bad news is you can't stay where you are. What's wrong with these new jobs?" "You know I was planning on taking an office job soon. If I were managing a project my work would be more routine, normal hours, steadier, less risky and more secure," she said. "But this isn't the job I was expecting. I'd be giving up a lot of money for the security. The big money for me is in the high-risk jobs and the location work." "Right. You told me." It dawned on me what had happened. Then she laid it all out for me. There was an over-seas assignment with a two-year contract for almost enough money to retire. Or she could take the desk job that would keep her close to home and have a regular nine to five gig. With one she'd miss a couple of years with her kids, but she'd be able to buy a place free and clear when she got back. It would give her a nest egg and the freedom to do so much for them. The other meant she'd be a normal single mom with a desk job at a construction company. She could get by, but they wouldn't have all the advantages she wanted them to. Knowing what an adventurous girl she was, there was no doubt in my mind what she'd do. I held her for hours that night while she talked herself into it. She thought about staying with the kids and with me, but we were just getting started and didn't know where things would lead. This had been her plan all along, and she had to do it. Three weeks later she left with a two-year contract. She'd get to come home for the kids' birthdays, and one time for a month from Thanksgiving to Christmas, but unless there was an emergency, that was it. Six months after she left, I passed her daughter looking kind of sad in the hall at school. I said "Hi," and the cute little thing ran to me and plastered against me while she cried her eyes out. Two teachers came over to find out what was going on. "All I said was 'Hi' and she started..." My son's teacher came over and peeled her off me. She wiped away tears and passed the little cutie to another teacher. "Can you cover for me for a few minutes?" she asked her friend. "We'll need a bit." She took me aside to talk. All the kids' teachers had known there was someone Sam was involved with, but we were careful not to let our sex life be gist for the local gossip mills. The teacher's had wondered if they'd ever know who it was. Now that she knew it was me, she wanted to fill me in. Sam's mom had gotten a letter from the construction company. This job was very demanding and very dangerous. She'd been hurt at the site and spent two days in a coma before she died. The company was flying her body back home and taking care of everything. Between their worries about a lawsuit and Sam's insurance, the kids would have anything they needed. Her kids were worth almost five million dollars now, but they'd trade it all for a hug from Sam. I knew because I would. I played at the memorial service and let her kids climb up in my lap with my son at their Grandma's house afterward. Sam's mom pulled me aside as I was leaving and gave me a note that Sam had left for me. "You made her laugh. I hadn't seen her smile for a long time before you two got together," she told me. "Thank you. I didn't approve of you two, you know. But I loved it when she smiled and laughed again." There were still play dates for the kids and soccer games. I got an extra hugs from Sam's kids for a while, but over time we drifted away. Eventually we moved to another town and another gig and lost touch. I've still got that note from Sam and one of these days I'm going to have to read it. My Girl Sam I suddenly had the vision of lovely Sam, as my eighteen year old high school Prom date, lying across the bed naked. Granted I had never seen Sam naked, but my mind was so in fast forward mode I was even fantasizing that she must sleep in the nude, that warm body of hers warming the sheets, on a bed I was to lay on shortly. That warmth transmitted itself back down to my crotch and as I followed Mrs. McQuinn down the basement steps, 'Mr. Erection' led the way for me. If only she knew what my body was feeling for her daughter right then. I wished I had at least one of my bags with me now in case she made an abrupt look back. For on our descent down the basement steps if she would have she'd have been nearly eye-level with my hard-on. I could only hope it really wasn't as noticeable from the outside of my jeans as it surely felt from the inside. "Well, here you go. Bed is already folded out and made." Mrs. McQuinn said as she stepped off the last stair and walked toward the familiar sofa bed. "I really did tell Samantha to pick up her clothes before she left to go out tonight. I actually asked her to stay home for once knowing you were coming in." She bent and picked up a few articles of clothing on the way to the washer and dryer in the back corner of the basement, "but as you can see she didn't do either one." "I don't mind about the clothes. I just wish you had let me sleep on the couch up in the living room and not put her out." I walked over to my bags behind the sofa bed, where Mr. McQuinn had brought them down earlier. I picked the one up and hefted it onto the bed. "Don't you mind about that Steve. She and Sara will be fine. Besides, well, Sam doesn't spend a lot of time here anyway. I mean she spends most nights at home; she just doesn't spend much time at home, in this house. She works all day and at night she usually goes out places." Mrs. McQuinn got this look on her face I'd never seen before. In fact, I had never seen anything but a bright smile on that face in all the years I'd known her. Even if she was scolding one of her children, it lasted for only a second and then the smile quickly returned. The smile didn't return this time. Her comments about Sam made me start to think the Sam I used to know was not the same Sam that lived here now. She had been married and divorced already, that was a big change. But how could Sam be anything other than the attractive, beautiful girl with all the energy of her mother I'd always known? "With all that she's still a good girl, my sweet Samantha." A smile came back to Mrs. McQuinn's face finally. "Okay then, I'll leave you to get settled. There is a bathroom down here, just to the other side of the washer and dryer over there. You'll have to shower upstairs though. I'll have towels laid out for you. So, anything else I can get you, sweetie?" "Mrs. McQuinn, you are the greatest. You always have been the greatest to me. Thank you so much for everything." I walked up to her and this time I initiated the hug. I stooped down a bit and wrapped my arms tightly around her and rocked us both back and forth. The usual show of affection suddenly became awkward though. As earlier when I was ogling Donna's breasts and thinking of how they matched her Mom's, now I was holding Mom in my arms, feelings her huge breasts pressing into me. I thought of Donna's blossomed chest. Very unexpectedly 'Mr. Erection' returned. Luckily bent over slightly as I was, my pelvis didn't contact Mrs. McQuinn. That would have been very hard to explain. Actually I had a hard time rationalizing any of my illicit reactions to the McQuinn women that night. "Okay, you get settled and if you need anything just holler." Mrs. McQuinn said as she shoved me away. I could swear I saw a tear run down her cheek before she trotted back up the steps. I got my things out for the night and made the trip to the bathroom. I stripped down and put on my drawstring sleep pants and a sweatshirt, my usual winter nighttime attire. As I walked back out I passed by the washer and saw the clothes hamper sitting on top. I walked a couple steps nearer before I realized I was looking into a basket full of women's underwear! With four women living in the house at the time, it reasoned there would be a sizable load of feminine under things to wash regularly. Only the sight was very new to me. I lingered there and hovered over the jumble of panties and bras. Every conceivable color, style and fabric seemed to be in that basket. I leaned over to take an even closer look. There to one side was a pair of nice white cotton brief panties, to the left of that were a pair of black more silky looking bikini's. Almost hanging over the one corner was a very full cupped bra. I stopped and grinned at that wondering if that was Mrs. Quinn's or Donna's. Mother's or daughter's, hmm, further temptation began to get the best of me and as the hard-on in my much looser pants extended, I reached out to feel for a lacy fringed pair of rather sheer panties I now had my eye on. Whose could these be? Donna's? Sara's? Sam's? My hand got within an inch of touching the sexy underwear when I caught myself... "Shit, Steve. What the hell do you think you're doing?" I scolded myself out loud and pulled my offending hand back and turned to walk away. My erection led the way for the fourth or fifth time that night. I ignored it as I put the clothes I had taken off back in my bag and then looked around for a place to lay my watch and wallet. Off to the other side of the sofa bed I saw a chest of drawers. I went over and put my stuff on it, but as I was about to walk away I looked toward the floor and saw something in the shadows, but it gave off just enough sheen in the little light there was in that corner of the basement. I bent down to satisfy my curiosity and the second I touched it I knew what I was feeling. It was another pair of underwear. My hand didn't draw back in guilt this time. Something told me I knew who this pair belonged to. This was obviously Sam's dresser. I lifted the pair of undies up into the brighter light and discovered it was a thong, a very sexy deep purple satin thong. No fancy designs or frilly lace, just shiny and satiny soft. The erection I already had going suddenly went to full length under my sleep pants as I studied them and twisted them in my left hand. I almost felt woozy as it seemed too much blood was draining down between my legs. Then...I heard footsteps on the stairs behind me. I quickly pulled the panties down and held them behind my back. I turned around in time to find Donna standing at the bottom of the steps. She stared at me silently with a blanket held out in front of her. I know I returned her gaze with a very nervous grin of my own. "Uh, Mom thought you might want another blanket. It gets a little cool down here in the winter." Donna took only one more step closer to me before she stopped and flung the blanket over onto the sofa bed. She stood there a second more just staring at me as she glanced down and then back up before smiling. "Have a good night's sleep." "Yes, uh, thank you." I finally replied as I watched her turn and trot back up the steps. Once again I was treated to the to and fro motion of her round bottom as she ascended the stairs. Only this time the view didn't have the same affect as earlier. Instead my wilting erection knew she had caught me red handed with her big sister's underwear in my hand. As I looked down I saw, although diminishing now, my hard-on must have been very noticeable from where she had stood not a few feet away. The smile she had given me had to have been an obvious reaction to what she saw tented out from my sleep pants. I knew I should have kept my briefs on for once! There was nothing I could do now but hope Donna didn't rat me out to her parents or her big sister. Maybe she hadn't seen Sam's panties in my hand. That was one consoling point I tried to make to myself. But it was overwhelmed by the fact that she had to have seen the erection that pair of sexy underwear had given me. I was too embarrassed to go upstairs and try to make this right. What was I going to say anyway? No, I figured it best to let this go and for my sake hope Donna would be discreet about what she had seen. Right then all I wanted to do was curl up and sleep and forget this happened. I had just come in from a long overseas flight so I was tired. The good times between my legs would have to wait for another day and definitely another place. Only as I was walking back to the bed, I realized I still held Sam's thong in my hand. I stopped and just stared at the sexy thong of hers wrapped around my fingers. Then I looked down at the bed, Sam's bed. Suddenly the thought of lying in the bed my old crush had been sleeping in, even possibly nude, took my heart rate up a few notches. The blood flow raced back down in record time and force. Before I knew it my hard-on was nearly stretching the limits of my loose pants to the point the crown was pressing its way through the gap in the fly. As much as I tried to feel guilty about it all, my aroused state only got stronger. Before I could be caught again I went over turned off the light, jumped in bed, and pulled the covers over me. It wasn't a minute later that I had the thong in my left hand and had started to rub the head of my cock through my pants under the sheet and blanket with my right. Before I knew it, the full cock head and half my length busted through the button fly. Only I wanted more, my horny cock needed more. So I tossed the covers back and proceeded to wrap the cool soft thong up around it. The smooth stroke of the satin material down my hot skin made me suck in a quick breath of air. I just held it there for a few seconds as it felt so incredibly fine. Then with one hand holding the base of my cock tightly, I began to stroke my upper length with Sam's purple thong. It felt so incredible. Although I had not seen Sam in three years, her face came back to me as quickly as I closed my eyes and kept up the smooth, up and down stroking motion. Sam was so lovely. I pictured her back at my Prom. I felt her body rubbing up against my hard-on as we danced... A bright light jolted me awake. I opened my eyes. It shone was right in my eyes. I squinted and tried to remember where I was. I looked down and realized I was still in the sofa bed, Sam's bed. The light was coming from the sun shining through the small rectangular windows at the top of the basement wall. I realized it was morning! I also realized the covers were over me. That was strange since the last thing I remembered was laying there in bed stroking my hard cock while thinking of Sam, with her ... I immediately pulled the covers back and found Sam's purple thong wrapped tightly around my limp penis that still protruded from the fly of my sleep pants. I sat up startled for a second reaching down to feel over my crotch and then over the sheets and blankets for any sticky wetness. I felt none and breathed a sigh of relief. But then I thought about it... I must have fallen asleep in mid-stroke last night. But how did the covers get pulled over me? Had I pulled them up somewhere in my sleep? Or...oh geez, or had one of the McQuinn's come down this morning and caught me 'purple handed' as it were. First I had as much as been caught with this pair of panties in my hand and a raging hard-on in my pants by Donna last night. Now I may have been discovered with those same panties not only in my hand but wrapped firmly around my cock this morning. My guilty conscience went into full overdrive. Who? When? Speaking of when I looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was almost 10:30! I jumped out of bed with my limp penis and Sam's panties flapping in front of me. I yanked the purple thong off and tossed it into the clothes basket with the other female underwear. Then I stuffed myself back into my pants. I also now remembered I had to go upstairs to take a shower. I was not looking forward to seeing whoever may have caught me in all my glory this morning. I couldn't put it off and let the day waste away though. I dug through my bag and extracted my toiletry kit. I took a big breath and then tromped up the steps ready to take my most embarrassing medicine. It was very quiet upstairs. I could smell the familiar smells of Mrs. McQuinn's baking and coffee as I came out into the kitchen. And true to form there on the counter was a small stack of blueberry muffins. As I walked over to grab one I heard a sound coming from the dining room. I walked toward the doorway and looked out to see there was someone sitting at the table with their back to me. It was a woman. Her hair was dark. "Hi there!" I called out. "Ahh!" The woman let out a shriek and practically fell over her chair as she stood too fast. She tripped and fell toward me. I reached out to catch her. Before I knew what was happening I had my arms wrapped around Sam's twin sister Sara with my right hand fully cupping her right breast. I almost dropped her when I realized what I was holding and let go all together. She yelped again before I got hold of her arm this time and helped right her. "I'm sorry," was all I could think to say. Sara stood and turned around to face me. "No, I'm sorry. I guess I was into my book too much and you just took me by surprise. Let's do this better. Hi Steve." She fluffed her shoulder length brunette mane back out of her face and reached out to gather me in for a hug. And with the same intensity as her mother, father and baby sister I got another patented McQuinn body hug. Only I felt something less than familiar in this one. Something hard and smoothly pointed poked at me through my sweatshirt as we embraced chest to chest. By the time Sara had released me and took a step back I saw immediately what it had been. It was impossible not to notice the long pointed nipples that stared out through the material of her thin top. I know I was a bit chilled in my sweatshirt, but I could only imagine how awfully cold she must have been chilled for those things to be standing up so hard. And as much as I tried not to ogle them and the entirety of her breasts extending out that top I lost the battle and found myself brought to another embarrassing reaction inside my sleep pants. Of course, it was trying not to be contained in my pants before I knew it. I immediately dropped the toiletry kit I was holding down in front of me and used it to push back down on my now ever present erection. "So did you have a good night's sleep after your long plane ride home?" Sara said as she bent over to right the chair she had knocked back in her startled state. "Uh, yea, really good in fact. Slept right through the night and most of the morning it appears and, uh..." I stuttered and lost my train of thought as Sara bent over a little further still and I was treated to a sight that took me back a few years. The McQuinn's had come by our house to visit when we all lived in Hawaii. I could still remember all of us teenaged kids out on our driveway and Sara bending down to pick up a soccer ball. That image of those exposed breasts under her gaping blouse had been burned into my young brain and still remained there plain as what I saw now. They were smaller and more conical shaped back then, and the nipples weren't hard at all, but they were still Sara's. Oh how those breasts had grown. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, she didn't need one. Sara's boobs were so full and round they stood up on their own. They weren't as large as Donna's or Mrs. McQuinn's but they were sizable enough to evoke still another twitch in my crotch. My cock head bumped against the kit I held and I pushed down on it that much harder. "Yea, I was just doing some studying for an exam later this afternoon. Mom had to run a couple of errands but said she would be back by 11:00. You are to help yourself to the kitchen. She baked her famous blueberry muffins, as if that was a surprise." Sara glanced down at where I was holding the kit in front of my stubborn erection. She looked back up at me with a grin. Could she really tell I was reacting to her sexy breasts? Had Donna told her what she had seen last night? Or was Sara the one that had come downstairs and found me exposed this morning and pulled the covers over me? "Oh, I see you were headed to take a shower. I'll show you where the bathroom is." She began to walk ahead of me and my gaze fell upon her bottom as it sashayed in those low rise pajama bottoms of hers. A good two inches of her sexy butt crack showed. That was Donna's butt. It was Sam's butt, too. And even though I'd never actually seen them bare, I saw all three naked butts in my mind's eye at that moment. My hard-on was putting a huge dent into the side of my shaving kit. "Uh, I know where it is. I found it last night. But thanks anyway." I told her and started to walk carefully around her when I heard the front door open. "Well, if it isn't the sleepy head." Mrs. McQuinn said as she walked in with a large grocery bag in each hand. She struggled to close the door behind her. "Here let me help you with those." I reacted like I always would have in the past and made my way toward her to help. It wasn't until I had taken one of the bags and she had turned to close the door that I remembered "Mr. Erection" had preceded me. Luckily Sara was now behind me and Mrs. McQuinn had turned her back for just that moment. I quickly lowered the grocery bag in front of my crotch before I followed her to the kitchen. Luckily, the concern of instant embarrassment coupled with the guilty feelings of lusting after all three of Mrs. McQuinn's daughters washed over me and had my horny friend down below deflated just as quickly as it had risen. "Thank you, Steve." Mrs. McQuinn said as she put her bag on the counter. I followed behind her with the other. "No problem, Mrs. McQuinn." As soon as I had placed the grocery bag on the counter I turned and headed back toward the bathroom. "Don't you want to eat a muffin, Steve?" She called to me. "Yea, but I'll get my shower and be right back." I called over my shoulder, not wanting to hesitate and have a 'pop-up' in front of her or her daughter again. I ended up taking the quickest shower ever, just enough to get the grime off and wash my short hair. I didn't want to linger in this bathroom shared by others, especially the one the McQuinn girls used. Although it really should have turned me on, the way I had been so easily aroused in this house already, seeing all the female lotions, potions and contraptions on the bathroom counter that couldn't help but make me think about the three sexy daughters. But I knew Mrs. McQuinn was just several feet out that door and after all my near exposure to embarrassment and ridicule already in less than twenty-fours hours I just knew for some reason I'd get caught if I tried masturbating even behind a closed door and a shower curtain. Of course, what bothered me most was I still didn't know if I had actually been discovered with Sam's thong and my hand wrapped around my cock this morning. "Mr. Erection' just wasn't up for playing by then. ***** I spent most of the afternoon talking to Mrs. McQuinn some more about the old days as I greeted everyone as they came home. Donna was home from school by 3:45 and Sara came and went twice, first from school and then back out at 5:00 to her job at the local library. Mr. McQuinn was home by 6:00. He and I went out on the back porch for a beer, which turned into two or three, before dinner. It was getting dark when I headed down to the basement to get a book I had read on the plane over and Mr. McQuinn was interested in seeing. As I walked over to my bag I glanced back on the bed and saw a pair of jeans and a blouse strewn across the covers. At about that same time I heard a sound like something had dropped in a sink... My Girl Sam "Shit!" I heard the voice call out. I whirled around and there through the half opened bathroom door, I saw the profile of a pair of long bare legs and a bare back partly bent over the sink. In between were the brightest pair of print underwear I think I had ever seen. They were molded snugly to a very attractive bottom. I admired the view and before I could understand I was looking inappropriately at one of the McQuinn daughters again, the figure stood straight up. I sucked in a huge breath and teetered back slightly on my heels. I could still mostly only see legs, back and panties, but now I could also see the side of a face. It wasn't Donna nor was it Sara. It was Sam! She must have made it down here while I was drinking beer with Mr. McQuinn out back. The breath still held in my lungs as I looked at the side of her face, ever so beautiful as I remembered. She was looking in the mirror and fluffing back her bangs. Her hair was as short as I had ever seen it. It was actually rather sexy even without all the beautiful wavy light brown locks flowing down her neck. But it was also now very blonde; short, sexy and blonde. The best I could describe it was it was just like the sexy hairdo Erika Eleniak, the child actress turned Playboy Playmate, turned adult actress that played a stripper turned tight-fitting black outfit wearing commando in the Steven Seagal movie 'Under Siege'. Erika was very sexy in that movie. Sam looked even sexier right here before me. As I was about to scan down her body again I heard footsteps upstairs and almost jumped out of my skin. I oriented myself, looked down at my bag and grabbed the book I had come down to get, then sprinted up the steps at about three per stride. By the time I got upstairs and back out to the living room with Mr. McQuinn I was breathing like I'd just run a couple of miles. I wondered if I had taken a single breath from the first time I saw Sam's backside until I sat on the couch and continued to chat with Mr. McQuinn. As I chatted with him about my short military career my focus remained on what I had seen downstairs. It was more than I had ever seen of Sam before. I had seen and held her panties in my hands last night and now I had seen another pair of panties on the girl, the woman herself. In all the years I had known her that was the most exposed she had been around me. And she didn't even know it. "Time for dinner!" I heard Mrs. McQuinn's voice call from the kitchen moments later. "Great I'm starving!" Mr. McQuinn said as he jumped out of his lounge chair. "Come on Steve. Let's go enjoy some more home cooking." He walked toward the kitchen as he yelled, "Donna, Sam, dinner!" Donna came down the hall bouncing and bubbly as usual. "Where's your sister?" Her father asked. "I think she's downstairs." Donna replied. "Oh." Then he turned to me. "Did you see her while you were down there?" "Uh..." I stammered and pictured his half naked daughter again. "Uh, no, I don't, well she may have been in the bathroom." It was only half a lie I told myself. Mr. McQuinn walked over and yelled down into the basement. "Sam, get up here. Dinner is ready." Before he could turn there was Sam stepping out of the shadows of the doorway. She was dressed this time. But my breath still escaped me. She strode into the room and strutted in her long leather coat and knee high black boots. As she walked the coat flapped open enough for me to see white blouse and short brown skirt she was wearing. The skirt came down to only about mid-thigh. Those lovely base legs I had seen earlier were still bare under the skirt and boots. "I'm not staying. I've got to meet some of the girls from work for dinner. Then we are going out after." She strode to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water and tipped it up to drink. Sam could be sexy to me just drinking water. As her neck rippled with the drink the softness of her skin just exuded desire. I wasn't sure was breathing for this second time I had seen her this evening. "Wait one minute, deary." Mrs. McQuinn blurted out and stopped Sam in her tracks. "You haven't even seen Steve yet and I know he was hoping to get to see you tonight. He leaves in the morning." Then Sam looked at me. Those eyes, those gorgeous green eyes were looking at me. With the new hair, and the outfit, I was taken aback. I just knew I was not breathing once again. My head seemed to spin. My heart raced. Surprisingly, although I felt warm all over, down between my legs I wasn't harboring a growing erection as I had so many times this last couple of days ogling her sister's and playing with her underwear. "Oh, hi Steve." She smiled and merely adjusted the long coat on her shoulders. "Glad your back in the country. I hope you don't mind though, we've been planning this night for sometime. I'll try and get back before too late and maybe we can chat. Night Mom, night Dad." And with that Sam snatched her car keys off the counter and vanished out the back door. "Well, that was very rude." Mrs. McQuinn stood there with a platter of pot roast in her hand looking at the recently closed door. "I'm sorry about that Steve." "No, its fine. I understand." I didn't really, but what else was I going to say. "I didn't want to put anyone out this visit and I already put her out of her own bed." "Hogwash, you aren't putting anyone out son." Mr. McQuinn chimed in as he walked up to Mrs. McQuinn pecked her on the cheek and took the meat platter from her. "He's right, Steve. You are family, always have been family." Mrs. McQuinn looked at me before she walked after her husband shaking her head. "It's just, well, Samantha has not been her old self since the divorce. I guess we can't blame her with all that she went through. But I would like my little girl back." I watched her walk to the table without the smile on her face. I could tell she was hurt about her Samantha. I felt hurt for the both of them. ***** We did end up having another fine dinner. And as was the custom at the McQuinn house I ate my share and at least two others. I probably ate Sam's portion tonight. In any case I left the table stuffed. We retired to the living room later and talked most of the night away again. Sara had come home and joined us, but by about ten thirty both girls had gone to bed. By eleven, Mr. McQuinn was gone. That left Mrs. McQuinn and I to sit and chat. But it wasn't twenty minutes later that I found her having a hard time keeping her eyes open. So I feigned a huge yawn. "Wow, I think I still need to catch up on my sleep "I hate to be rude but I think I'll hit the sack, too." I stood and stretched. "Oh, I forgot to call a taxi for the morning." "No you won't. Tom is going to work early then come back at nine to pick you up and take you." She said getting up out of her chair. "He doesn't have to do that. I can get a taxi." I assured her. "He won't have it any other way. You know you are like a son to us. We love you to death." With that she came over and wrapped her arms around me and gave me another hug. I held her tight as I felt her warmth. What a loving and giving woman. What a family I thought to myself. By one in the morning I was still on my back staring up into the darkness of the basement. The only light in the basement was from the streetlights and the near full moon shining in through those narrow basement windows set high on the wall. As I lay there I ran the last couple of days through my mind. It was good to visit the McQuinn's again. They were such a great family. The three girls, or rather women as they had grown into, were incredible. Yes, incredible in their sexiness I had to admit. And speaking of incredible, I was absolutely amazed at my being able to keep from jacking off to one hell of a huge mess after all the stimulation my manhood had received since I had arrived. I was still a frequent masturbator and it wasn't often I'd go more than two days without a good cum somewhere and somehow. It had been well over four by now. As I listened to the faint clicking of the clock on the wall, I found myself drifting off finally, but as I did I pictured Sam. I opened my eyes and knew I was rather disappointed not getting to talk to her while I was there. It would have been nice to catch up on the last couple of years. Of course, I wasn't sure how much she'd want to talk about what she had gone through. I may not ant to have heard it either. I did want to remember her as the beautiful girl I had always known. Only that would be hard to do after the scene of her in the bathroom half naked earlier in the evening. I turned my head on the pillow and looked over into that dark room. I swore I could make out those bright panties on her cute bottom. They were so very sexy. It was then I realized something else. I was actually physically reacting to that thought. Where I couldn't seem to get it up for Sam in her presence like I could for her sisters the last couple of days, I was now beginning to strain my sleep pants, this time over the thought of her. There in the dark, I reached my one hand under the covers, unbuttoned the fly and pulled out my hard-on. I gave it a couple of good squeezes and before I knew it I was stroking it. It felt so good. This time I knew I wouldn't stop and this late at night there wouldn't be any interruptions from any McQuinn family members. I pulled the covers down and pulled on my cock. I could see in the faint light how thick and hard I was and how ready I was for a good cum. I knew I had a lot of it stored up having been on edge for nearly two days here and not having cum for at least two days before my trip started. I was more than ready to give up a huge load of cum. I stroked myself and felt my cock grow still harder. I could just make out the glint of precum oozing up out of the head and then spill down over the crown. I ran my fingers up through the silky clear flow and stroked back down the length of my cock. It felt so smooth and so electrifyingly erotic. I closed my eyes and pictured Sam looking out at me through that bathroom door. As she watched me stroking for her she slipped those print panties down her hips and let them drop and pool lightly at her feet. I squeezed my hand up my hard cock and was greeted with another healthy flow of precum. I smeared it all over. When I opened my eyes this time I saw my entire cockhead bathed in the shiny glow of the faint light. I stroked and stroked, knowing I was nearing the point of no return. I was definitely going to cum this time. I closed my eyes again and this time I was back at my Prom. I had Sam in my arms and her pelvis was bumping up against my erection. I wanted her so badly. I had her there with me now. I felt her pushing against me. My hand stroked up and down even faster now. My hips came up to meet every down stroke. This was it. I was going to cum for Sam... The basement door opened and I heard footsteps pad down the stairs. I frantically grabbed for the covers and threw them back over me. My raging hard-on didn't allow them to fall flat across my body though. But I just froze. My breath stopped once again despite my wildly beating heart. "Hey, you awake?" I heard the voice. It was Sam! "I told you I was coming home and we would talk. Why didn't you wait up for me?" She was not trying to be quiet at all. Then I heard the metal trash can that had been just down from the stairs get kicked. "Shit! Damn it!" The words came from my former crush's mouth. I opened one eye just enough to see Sam walking toward the bed; or rather slightly stumbling toward it. She was still dressed in the clothes she had been in when she had gone out earlier. She even still had on the long leather coat. "I asked you, why didn't you wait up for me? I know you wanted to see me. You've always wanted me haven't you, you horny bastard you?" I watched through squinted eyes as she stood at the side of the bed by now and let the coat fall from her shoulders. It fell to the floor in a muted thud. "You are a horny bastard aren't you? You wanted me that night of the Prom. I know you did. I felt it. I could feel that cock of yours that night. Oh my and what is this?" I felt the bed give as she leaned over me. Before I could open my one eye again to see what she was talking about I felt a hand grab at my manhood sticking up under the covers. She squeezed it hard. I was suddenly so scared all I could do was just lay there and grit my teeth as much from the shock as from the near pain she was inflicting as she squeezed my erection so ridiculously hard. "Mmm, yes that is what I remember. Except I think he's bigger now that you are a real man." She pulled on me. "Oww!" I finally had to exclaim out loud with the pain. "Oh, you are awake after all you sneaky shit." And before I could get another word out she threw back the covers and was on the bed and on top of me. She straddled my chest, and with her boots still on, her knees pressed my shoulders into the mattress. "What are you do...?" I started to ask. Until she reached down and squeezed my cheeks together with her fingers, her fingernails digging into my skin, literally stopping my words. "No, you are not going to say a word with that mouth. You have better things to do with it. You are going to finally get a taste of what you've been after all these years. But first I'm going to enjoy you enjoying me." With that she started to scoot further up my chest. Her skirt slowly edged up her thighs as she moved. At the same time as she kept getting closer, an intoxicating musky aroma wafted up to my nose. It was actually making me drunk, as drunk on lust as I figured Sam must be on something else. She was almost over my head when I had a somewhat rational thought that I could and should stop this now. I could have overpowered her. But I didn't. She was right I had always wanted to be with her. I wanted her. I had just been within seconds of cumming with her in my fantasy moments ago. It was all true I did want her so badly. But not this way. "Sam, I don't think..." I called to her from under her skirt. "Don't say a damn word, just get under there and lick me, Steve, lick my hot pussy." And then she totally covered me and pressed her body to my face. I was totally taken back as I was to find she had no panties on. I groaned into her. "Surprised huh? I took those panties of mine off. Those I know you saw on me earlier, before I ever left the house. Yes, I saw you eyeballing me in the bathroom. I know you wanted me then. I just wasn't ready to let you have me, but now I am. Now lick me you horny man. Lick me like you mean it." This was more than any dream I had could have ever made up whether with her or any of the women I had masturbated to all these years. She was already beyond wet. No sooner had she smashed her pussy lips to my mouth than her wetness spilled over my cheeks. Her thighs must have already been damp too. They were slick as they pressed hotly against my ears. I felt engulfed in moisture. "Yes, just like that. Make my pussy sloppy wet." Sam squirmed herself all over my face. "I got so horny tonight flirting with all those guys. A couple of them even got there fingers on my pussy. They were as surprised as you to find me bare and waiting for their eager fingers. But as hot as they got me I knew I was saving myself for you, Steve. I wanted you to get to eat me and taste this hot pussy juice of mine. You like it lover? You like my hot pussy?" I groaned as I couldn't resist and had begun to kiss her wet lips and slowly pointed my tongue out and up until it pierced through them and delved inside. The heat was tremendous. The taste was like no delicacy I had ever savored in my life. I had gone down on only two other women in my life by then but somehow this was different, totally different. I was overwhelmingly drunk on Sam's pussy juices. "Yea, that's it baby, poke that tongue in me. Deeper. Go deeper." Her voice went up another level as she pressed her pelvis harder into my face. I almost couldn't breathe she was so tightly fit upon me. My mouth covered her lips, my tongue buried inside her. My chin seemed to ease between her cheeks and my nose was being scrunched by her protruding clitoris. She ground down on me, her body pressing the back of my head deeper into the pillow. She was almost suffocating me. She did that for a long few seconds until I was able to free my nose to breath. The close aroma only made me even dizzier with lust. But at least I could breathe. "Come on, I've been horny all day. I need to get off. Come on, make me cum Steve. Make me cum!" Sam rode my face as I tried to work my tongue in as deep as possible and still rub my nose as directly over her clit as I could. "Oh, yes, right there, don't stop. Rub it. Lick me up. Mmmmmm." Sam hummed a groan for what seemed like minutes, continuing to grind her pelvis into my soaked face. I kept up the gyrations and probing of my pointed tongue. It was like I was meant to be here, I was meant to be with Sam tonight as she wiggled her clit over my nose and I tried to rub it just a little harder. But something in me knew this was just not the way it should be. I was all ready to try and force her body off me when I heard the humming sounds she had been making turn to strained squeals. I knew something else was happening. She slowed her own movements but continued to press downward. "Ohhhh, yes. Oh my, fuck yes. Make me cum. Do it Steve, make me cum!" And even with her thighs pressed tightly to my head and my ears pinned down, I heard the muted guttural screams. Suddenly both her hands went to my hair and grabbed fistfuls. She eased up just slightly and scooted back an inch or so. "Now, lick it hard and fast. Lick my clit, lick it good. Oh fuck. Oh fuck yes. Now, I'm gonna cum...now!" Sam thrust her pelvis against my flicking tongue and literally started to shake in the next instant. I couldn't see a thing in the darkness under her skirt, but I could feel the tension in her body build above me and in the pain she was inflicting as she pulled hard on my hair. I didn't slow my assault on her clit as it seemed to quiver itself over my tongue. Then she stopped moving. I heard her draw in a huge breath and hold it as I heard the faint squeal above me slowly build to a high-pitched sort of choked scream. Sam seemed to totally release as her pussy slammed back into my face and with a sudden gush my cheeks and mouth were drenched in liquid. Her hands let my hair go and her body sagged over me as I heard her breath fast and hard. Every few seconds her pelvis quivered and her pussy rubbed like a soft wet sponge across my mouth and nose. I found myself lapping up all I could partly from fearing I'd drown if I didn't, but mostly because I wanted to savor that delicious nectar she had brought forth. Nothing had ever tasted so utterly delicious. After flicking over her clit once more and getting a violent jerking reaction from Sam's body above me I knew it had become too sensitive to be touched after her incredibly dramatic orgasm. Sam had cum like no other woman I had been with or seen, even in the few X-rated movies I'd viewed. She continued to quiver over top me for several moments until the spasms had subsided. Then she sat back on my stomach. I was finally able to see her face again, in the evening shadows. What a beautiful face it was. What a beautiful wet face. Her bangs were hanging damp over her forehead and beads of perspiration rolled down her nose and cheeks. I watched as one droplet slithered toward the end of her nose and then hung there, suspended, before it fell in near slow motion to splash upon my chest. "Mmmmmm. You did good Steve. You did very good." Sam spoke to me in the near darkness. "I enjoyed it too." I said as I licked my lips and smiled up into her shimmering face. My Girl Sam "It looks as if I must have enjoyed myself all over your face. It's a total mess." She moved her hand to my cheek and fingered some of the moisture she had deposited there. "Indeed it looks like I made your handsome face all funky." "I don't mind. I enjoyed it, too." I licked my lips and smiled. "Do I taste as good as you dreamed of? Hmmm Steve? Do I?" She asked. "Mmmhmmm." It was all I could provide as I licked my lips for the third time. "Mmmm, I haven't tasted myself for awhile, I wonder if I still taste really good." With that Sam leaned down and with her tongue out she licked up my right cheek then across my nose and back down my left cheek. My eyes widened at the realization she had tasted her own sexy juices. "Mmmm, yes, I do taste good don't I?" She eased back a bit and looked directly into my eyes. The look was one I had never seen in Sam's eyes before. It was so lustful, so desirous. As much as I had fantasized about this girl, this woman, I would have never dreamed up that look. I could feel the heat piercing my eyes and filtering down my body. She licked her lips and slowly those lips came down to meet mine. I was greeted with what had to be the hottest and most moist kiss of my entire life. The sensations enveloped my whole body. The heat of her body transferred to mine. That was when I felt my manhood stand at full length. It stretched until it pressed up to her bottom through that skirt. "Hmmm, I think someone," she wiggled her bottom and my cock head bounced back and forth across each of her cheeks, "or something needs some attention back there." Then she lifted up off my body until she was kneeling over my pelvis. I looked down and could see my cock in the shadows under her skirt. "Sam, I can't do this. I can't." I weakly protested. I knew I shouldn't be doing this for so many reasons. But at the same time I watched as my cock throbbed under her almost as if peering upward to where it wanted to be, had wanted to be for so very long. "I know you want me. Steve. I know you do. Just look at that hard cock of yours waiting to take me. You want to take me don't you Steve? You want my body. You tasted it, but that wasn't enough. You want to have your big hard cock buried inside this hot pussy of mine now don't you?" She fell forward with her hands on my shoulders and stared right into my eyes again. "Don't you?" "I, I..." I couldn't say it. I wanted her, but I couldn't say it. "You are so hard to get going you know that Steve. If you had wanted to you could have had me the night of your Prom. I know you had the hots for me. I felt it every time you stabbed that bony hard-on of yours into my belly when we danced. We could have done it in the car. All you had to do was ask. I wanted you then too. I wanted you so badly back then that when you didn't do anything about it I went out the very next weekend and slept with another boy, a college boy. But you know what, the whole time he was doing me I thought of you, it was you doing me not him. It was your cock that took my virginity not his." "I never knew. I never..." I replied looking up into her beautiful face. "Well, you are going to have my pussy now. You licked it good, very good Steve, and now you are going to fuck it good." With that I watched her skirt lower over my manhood and then I felt the wet touch of her womanhood upon it. My tongue had had the pleasure now my penis was being kissed by her extremely wet pussy lips. "Ohhhh." I almost hummed my pleasure as I felt her glide those hot lips across the swollen head of my hard-on. All these years I had never actually consummated this union even in my fantasies. And now it was more than real. "You want it don't you Steve? You want my hot cunt. You want your hard cock in my hot wet cunt don't you? Say it. Don't you?" She continued to rub herself over my swollen crown. "Yes, I want it. I want you." I called up to her in the shadows. "What do you want Steve? What do you want so badly? Tell me. Tell me Steve." Sam lowered herself some more and pushed my cock forward and I could feel her lips squish wetly around me. "I want you, Sam. I want you." I called to her a little louder now. "No, Steve, you want my cunt. You have always wanted my hot delicious cunt. You tasted it and loved it, now say it. You want my cunt on your hard cock. Say you want my cunt. Say it." "Yes, yes, I want your cunt. I want your cunt so very bad." I felt I yelled it out now as I began to thrust my hips toward her hovering body. Her pussy was there for me. It was there for me to have. "Mmmm, yes, the bad boy emerges. The bad boy with the huge hard-on. You've wanted my pussy for so long and I wanted your cock that Prom night. I wanted you to take my virginity. I wanted it to be you Steve." She rubbed herself over me, up and back. "Mmmm, I know I would have cum with you that night. I would have cum with you inside me. I had never cum with a man in any way by then. I did cum for you though, I did. I went to bed that night after your Prom and frigged my cunt so much I came for you twice. I screamed your name into my pillow that night Steve. I called to you when I came for you. But you missed it." "Sam, stop. Please don't." I still had enough sense to think I needed to stop this. "Uh uh. No way. You've already made me cum once tonight, but you better make me cum again. This time it's going to be with you inside me. You are going to make me cum like I have always wanted, together and with this big cock inside my pussy." She reached under her skirt and grabbed my erection as she stared me in the eyes. I felt her lips first kiss my tip and then slowly, ever so slowly swallow me little by little. It was amazing how tight she was and still how smoothly I slid right in. She was so hot and so wet. It felt as if I was running my hard-on through a heated, greased vice. She bore down on me until she took me all the way inside her. "I knew you'd feel good in me, you and your horny cock Steve. You are really hard. I knew you always wanted my pussy. I just knew you'd fit nice and snug inside me too. This is hot Steve, so hot." She just sat there and continued to squeeze and release. Her ability to massage my cock with only her vaginal muscles was still something else I had never experienced before. It truly alternated between pain and exquisite pleasure. It felt as if she was drawing me up inside even further but I knew I was in as far as I could be. Her wet pussy lips rested in what pubes had fluffed up out through the fly in my sleep pants. I was now buried to the very hilt. "Okay, lover boy, now its time to show me what you've really got. Do it. Make that hard cock of yours make my pussy plead for mercy. Fuck my brains out, Steve. Fuck me like you've always wanted to fuck me." She rose up until her back was straight and she rested her hands on her hips. I felt as if my whole cock and pubic area was already drenched and more juices seemed to run down my pole as she posed there me just barely inside her pussy. I could not believe what was happening. I knew she had to be drunk, she had stumbled just getting to the bed. But at he same time she seemed so coherent. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I was drunk also, on her. She was right I had wanted this for too many years. Before I realized what I was doing I found myself arching my back and thrusting my stiff rod up into her body. "What is that? Is that all you've got for sniffing after my cunt for all these years? Come on fuck me like you really mean it." She scolded me as I tried to lift up faster and still higher. "Shit, Steve, come on give me some good cock. I said I want you to make my pussy to cry. Make my cunt feel that big boy of yours, make me scream for more. Come on stud." With that her hands grabbed my hips and pulled me hard up into her. The next thing I know I'm slamming up into her so hard I know it's got to be hurting her. Her pelvis hits me so hard I swear we'll both have bruises. But instead of complaining she pulls me harder still and thrusts herself down onto me even faster. "Oh yea, oh God yes. That's it. Fuck me, Steve. Fuck me harder. Fuck yes!" Sam's voice was already beginning to falter, as it got higher pitched. I started pumping up into her as hard as I possibly could. I didn't know if it was her extremely dirty demanding mouth or all the years of pent up lust I truly had for this woman, but my body was bent only on feeding as much of myself to her as I could. Her body jolted with each powerful upward thrust I gave her. I had never felt so strong in my life. My cock felt like an iron rod it was so hard. I kept pounding into my lover, my fantasy, my Samantha, watching and hearing her moan increasingly louder. "Uhhhh...ohhhhh...fuuucckkkk!" Her shimmering blonde bangs bounced off her forehead as she began to lean forward over me. The angle provided me even more leverage to slam my cock harder into her pussy as I planted my heels into the mattress and thrust my hips still faster. "Oh fuck yes! Make me feel it Steve. Make me feel that big hard cock of yours. Oh yessss." Sam called down to me. "Make me cum with you. I know you want to cum. You want to cum in my hot pussy. Make me cum with your hot fucking cock." I heard her and felt her at the same time as she rubbed her body against mine. "Oh fuck yes, my cunt is so hot. It's so wet I almost can't keep from cumming already. Fuck me. Fuck me Steve!" I felt like I was running another PT test back at the base. My heart was pounding and my body was burning. I tried to control my breathing as if I were on that track, breathing in through my nose and exhaling through my mouth. I couldn't stop, I couldn't slow down. I was going to finish strong. "Oh, Steve, make it feel so good. I'm almost there stud. Fuck me faster, make me cry, make me cum. Oh yes, almost, yea do it." Sam lowered her body until her face was only a couple of inches from mine. I looked into her eyes. They were so dark and lust filled at that very moment. I pounded into her so hard her whole body as well as her head jerked violently above me, but she never wavered that stare into my eyes. "Yes, baby, ride my fucking wet pussy. Ride me hard. Make me know you have the biggest, hardest cock ever. Oh yes, I'm gonna cum. Cum with me baby." I could feel her hips moving with my hips now as I knew she must be as ready as I was. She leaned in even further now, until her lips were practically touching mine. I was rocking faster and harder than I knew possible. I could feel myself on the final turn and heading for the finish line. Sam began a slow muffled squeal and I knew from hearing that sound before she was about to cum. Her lips, her mouth finally did touch mine, but not so much as in a kiss but rather more as in a place to prop herself up as I could tell she was there. Her lips parted over mine and I waited for her to scream aloud in orgasm. Instead, with the calmest voice I'd heard all night... "Fuck my pussy Steve. Fuck my pussy like you wanted to Prom night. Fuck this tight eighteen year old pussy. That's what you want isn't it, you want that hot tight cunt of an eighteen year old. You want my virginity. Fuck my virgin cunt Steve. Bust my cherry again. Fuck my hot wet virgin cunt." I was suddenly fucking Samantha McQuinn, my Prom date. And with that I lost all control. I reached up and around her skirt and grabbed her backside in my palms and let into her with my rigid cock like I was never going to stop. Her body jerked above me but now she was kissing me, kissing me full on the mouth. Between that hot tongue of hers slithering around in my mouth and the molten heat and tightness of her pussy swallowing my rigidly hard cock I was totally gone. I felt her eighteen year old virgin pussy. I was finally with her. We had finally come together. And I was cumming so hard I literally screamed into her mouth. If she had not locked her lips on to mine, I know I would have woken up the whole house. I could feel myself spilling all that pent up cum deep inside her body. It just kept coming. I just kept cumming. I had finally consummated my fantasy, my dream of being with this girl. In the middle of it all, I felt Sam tense up and then a low squeal seemed to come from deep in her throat and out between her lips into my mouth. She seemed to be cumming both on my burning cock and in my mouth. She clamped down so hard on my cock I was sure it would either snap in two or come out as flat as a popsicle stick. I felt the gush of liquid once again only it drenched my cock instead of my face this time. Sam finally collapsed on top of me and we lay there cheek to cheek both breathing hard. "I can't believe we just did that." I whispered after I had calmed some. Sam still rested her body on mine, me still buried well inside of her. "I never came with that other boy, you know." She whispered. "What?" I tried to look into Sam's eyes but her head lay on my chest. "He came in me, but I never came when I slept with him." Sam continued to whisper and not move at all. "In fact, I could only cum by myself until I married Jake. Once I got married I must have thought it was over, I would never have you to cum with. I finally came with him on our honeymoon. That was too many years of getting boys off with my hands, my mouth and my pussy, but not once did I get off with any of them." "Sam, I didn't know." "Oh I faked it real well. Each one of them thought I did. I can scream a fake orgasm with the best of those hot porn stars. But not once did I cum with any of them, not until my wedding night. It was you I was saving myself for. I wanted my first cum by a man to be with you. It was a long time coming, but you did it for me, twice tonight. Not one of them did I fake. I knew it would be good, Steve. I just knew it would." With that Sam finally eased up off of me and I immediately felt my cum gush out of her lusciously wet pussy and flow down over my nearly soft cock, matted pubes and soaked sleep pants. It all mixed with her cum. I felt the warm liquid running down through my fly, between my thighs and down into my butt crack. The flow of cum was incredible. We both obviously had cum strong. Samantha rolled off me and laid her head next to mine on the pillow. The next thing I know I hear her lightly snoring. She had fallen asleep. I pulled the covers up over us and held her in my arms. ***** At first light I awoke and found Sam was gone. It wasn't until then that I realized throughout our love making the night before she had not removed any clothing at all. Even after having consummated the sexual fantasy of my life I still had not seen my fantasy woman naked. I laughed nearly out loud, but knew I had loved every minute of the wait for that grand moment of release with Samantha. I showered, packed and later that morning said my goodbyes to the McQuinn's. I got the usual warm hugs from all of them; all of them except for Sam. She had already gone to work by the time I was out of the shower. I haven't seen her now in almost thirty years, but it is still a very warm memory I will never forget. Oh, by the way, I may have forgotten another important part of this story. Less than a week later I was on my honeymoon. See I had come home from Germany to marry another girl. I just had taken the long way around to get to the altar by way of cumming together with my girl Sam. - S My Girl-Sandy If you're underage or offended by erotic literature, don't read any further. In fact if either of those describes you-get off this website. This work is not available for copy or distribution without permission from the author. * Introduction My name is...well name's not important. Call me Ishmael-nah, just kidding. You can call me Nick. But I'm not writing this to tell you about me. I'm writing this to tell you about my girls. These are the girls I've known, the girls I've loved. I'm a lucky man. I have a good life. I'm a musician. I've worked tours, studios, jingles, composing, songwriting, engineering and producing. My job is incredibly fun and I've made pretty good money at it. No, I'm not famous. Don't even ask. You wouldn't recognize my name if I told you. I've had the chance to see some amazing places and meet some amazing women along the way. I'm going to tell you about some of them-not all, but some. Over the years I've slept with about three hundred women. I'm not bragging or anything, I'm just trying to make a point. My point is that the stories here are based on those girls. Some of the stories are combinations of more than one girls' tale, but that's only to keep me from writing hundreds of stories. What you're about to read is based on true events. Whether you believe them or not doesn't make any difference to me. I got to live them so that's all I need. Now I'm an old married guy, middle age is slipping by and I'm just reminiscing about the girls I've known in my life. Don't get me wrong. I may not be chasing after girls anymore but I'm still a lucky man. I've spent over twenty years now with the same girl and I love it. I've never been happier and I've never been unfaithful. But every now and then I stop to remember.... * My first week back in college didn't go the way I planned. When things aren't planned they can go very well or very badly. I'm not sure if what happened was the good or bad. But...this isn't making sense. Let me just start at the beginning. Being sixteen and uncertain of who I was, I wasn't ready for college when I first enrolled. My family pushed me to go even though I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. I left after three semesters and was pushing 30 before finally going back to school to get my degree. Being that old and a single dad with a six-year-old son, I figured I wouldn't have much of a social life. I was in for a surprise. The last day of registration I ran into an old friend from high school. It had been a long time since I'd seen him but in a sea of strange, teenage faces you grab for any lifeline you can. Dan was a year behind me in school but had gotten sick in his sophomore year and ended up finishing three years later than he would have. I thought that must have been a bitch, but he told me it was great. A high school senior who's old enough to buy beer has lots of friends. He got in college after working a couple of years to pay off his medical bills and save up. By then his high school friends were upper classmen so they got him into a fraternity. Being in the frat he knew just about everybody on campus. He offered to show me around when he found out he was the only person that I knew on campus. Over coffee in the Student Center, he invited me to a party at his house. The frat used the house he'd bought a couple blocks off campus as their unofficial headquarters and it was their favorite place to party. The top it off, it was his birthday. I had no time to get a gift or a date so I resigned myself to showing up empty-handed and alone. Then something happened I didn't expect. I got a call from Sandy who was passing through town and wanted to spend the night at my place. Since my son was at his grandparents for a week, I said yes. We'd hung out before and ended up having some wild nights together. I gave her directions then cleaned up and made dinner for the two of us. Whether to take her to the party or cancel and spend the night at home was the only question. I decided to leave it up to her. When she showed up she stepped out of her car looking as hot as ever. Sandy wasn't classically beautiful but she was stacked. At about 5' 6", she was slim and fit with a 36C, 22, 34 body, with shoulder length straight dark brown hair and an olive complexion. Her full lips begged to be kissed or have a cock between them and her tight little trimmed pussy was perfect to lick or fuck. She'd never refused me anything, no matter how wild or kinky it was. She was a little submissive and liked to have me boss her around. She'd also let me be the first to fuck her ass. It was one of those firm strong asses most women spend hours at the gym to get, but genetics and working on her feet gave her one effortlessly. Taking her ass had been an amazing experience. Her ass was as tight on the inside as it was on the outside. Even though she was strong, she was incredibly sensitive. When I teased her little rosebud the first time, she came immediately. She was the first woman I'd ever known who could come just from having her ass fucked. I'll never forget the first night we spent together. She was at the bar with her girlfriends when I came in. It was an after hours club where every musician in town hung out after our shows were over. We saw each other and spent a little time checking each other out before a guy came in and started hassling her. The owner was a friend of mine and was busy hosting a party upstairs in the VIP room so I told the bartender I'd take care of it. As the guy tried to take her outside I followed them. Just before he got her to the front door, I offered her my hand and asked if she needed help. The look in her eyes said it all. I pulled her away from him. He knew from my body language that it was time to back off and he did. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. The next thing I knew she and her girlfriends were buying me drinks and we partied for hours. Two of her friends were so hot that I couldn't stop checking them out hoping to score, but Sandy had other ideas. When closing time came around the bar owner called us a cab and gave the driver my address. Making out with her in the cab was great, but it was nothing compared to what happened once we got to my place. She latched onto me as I unlocked the door. Then she stepped back into the open door and started stripping. She said, "Don't move a muscle. Where is your bedroom?" I nodded to the hallway and said, "Second door on the left." I stood and watched her back down the hall, leaving a trail of clothes behind her. With nothing but her heels left on she leaned against the open door frame and ran her hands up and down her lean body. Cupping her heavy breasts in her hands, she squeezed them and pulled hard on her nipples. With her left hand still mauling her breast, she slid her right hand down across her stomach to tease her well-groomed slit. I was awestruck. She was so hot I couldn't wait to feel her body, to taste her, to hear her scream under me. I watched her as she played with her clit and slowly stroked her body. She asked me, "Do you want to watch me come or get over here and make me come?" "Both." I said. Her eyes opened just a little wider as she smiled and began to shudder as she approached her first orgasm of the night. I knelt at her feet and ate her to two more orgasms while she stood there in the doorway. Fist I planted soft wet kisses up her right thigh and across her belly. Then I worked my way down her left leg. I nibbled around her mound, tasting her flesh and letting her anticipation build until she was all but begging me to suck her clit. Her scent filled the air as I stuffed my tongue into her sweet pussy. She ground her hot wet slit against my face as I fucked her with my tongue. Writhing and coming the sound of her pleasure echoed into the night. She stripped me and sucked me with such intensity that I came fast and hard as she fucked her face with my dick. Grabbing the shaft with one hand, she dropped to her knees between my legs. Holding me tight she attacked my cock head with a hungry look in her eye. As she sucked me, she looked me in the eye and stroked my shaft with her warm, soft hand. I couldn't hold back. Load after load pumped between her lips as they wrapped around my rod. When I recovered I picked her up, kissed her and threw her onto my bed. It was hours later before we finally curled up together to sleep. We made love slowly and gently, fucked hard and fast, ate each other out, and kept going at it all night. Let me tell you about myself. I'm 6', about 200 lbs. I have a broad chest and flat stomach. I work out a lot, but I'm not muscle bound. As a kid I was in band and never took P.E. or got into sports. Because of that, I was never in the situation to compare myself to other guys (other than ones in porn). I didn't know if it was true, but girls always said they were impressed by the size of my cock. One girlfriend who couldn't take it all even measured me. I'm a fraction under 8" long and I can't get my fingers to touch around my shaft. It feels like bragging to write this down, but it's the truth. It doesn't mean much to me, but the girls I've been with like it. They also like that I can get off two or three times without going soft. And that I can get off four or five times a night. I think it's because when I first started jerking off, I would flex the muscles in my dick as I came. That gave me the ability to control it and shoot a little or a lot. The ability to flex my cock mixed with an over-active sex drive let me stay hard even after coming. When Sandy's came to visit we fucked like two old friends do. The first was in the living room with me forcing her against the wall. I pushed her tiny little skirt up and ran my fingers across the wetness that was dripping out of her. With a hand on each side I pulled up and out, driving the gusset of her panties in between her lips. The pressure on her clit made her writhe in my arms before the fragile fabric split apart. She left my shirt on me and went straight for the zipper in my pants. Opening it she fished out my hard cock and pumped it urgently before she guided it into her soft, wet pussy. She wrapped herself around me and sank down onto my rod, letting me fill her with the long thick shaft. Her back arched as she did lifting her breasts and pushing them out toward me. I pulled her shirt open sending buttons flying around the room. When her chest was freed I pounced on her tits, devouring them like a man possessed. The pictures on the wall shook as we slammed our bodies together fighting our way to the orgasm we both craved. Kissing and nuzzling each other after we came, we dropped to the floor. With her on her hands and knees I fucked her ass hard and deep. She lowered her head to the carpet and reached back to spread her ass so I could get every rock hard inch of my cock into her bowels. When I was firmly seated in her, she shoved one hand hard into her pussy and mauled her tits with the other. The impact of our sweat soaked bodies rang out as we slapped together. I rode her like a bitch in heat. If I slowed or hesitated in my assault of her tight little ass she would push back against me to urge me on. She cried out her release and we collapsed to the floor. After she caught her breath, she got a wet towel to clean me up. I lay on my back as she washed down. But my cock wasn't taking her ministrations lying down. It was standing proud and erect, ready for action. Once she was convinced I wasn't finished, she began a fantastic blowjob that started on the living room floor and continued in the shower after I got to my feet. My cock finally softened after she took me into her throat. She valiantly tried to swallow me all the way to my balls. Her eager performance triggered an orgasm that started in my toes and ran all the way out my cock. We fell into bed damp and exhausted. We cuddled, kissed and talked until we fell asleep. Suddenly I woke and remembered Dan's party. Cursing myself, I jumped out of bed. I explained the whole thing to her and started getting dressed. She grabbed her bra and skirt and slipped them on asking, "Shall I go like this?" Laughing I said, "No you need a big bow so he can unwrap you." "Oh, you want give me away to your frat boy friend?" she taunted. I was stunned. I hadn't meant to insult her. As she started laughing, I realized how it sounded. That's when I got stupid... I thought I had a good idea, but I was wrong. I said, "Yeah. Now I'm not asking you to fuck him...but I'd love to surprise Dan. I know his girlfriend is out of town. Why don't I sneak you into his room and you slip into his bed? Then I'll send him in for a birthday kiss form you. You can be my present to him. It'll be a great gag." We laughed our asses off as we talked about it. The longer we joked around the more it seemed like we were going to do it. She unpacked an obscenely tiny swimsuit and put it on. We wrapped a long red piece of cloth around her like a beauty contestant sash and tied it in a bow. She slipped a long coat on over that. I put a t-shirt and little skirt of hers in a backpack (for her to wear after the surprise) and we were off. The first part of our scheme went exactly as planned. I got in the back door without Dan seeing me. One of Dan's frat brothers distracted him while I got Sandy in his room. I gave her a kiss at the door and told her to send Dan to me when she was ready for her clothes. Then I found Dan and took him aside. I told him how much it meant to me to reconnect with an old friend and how great it was he was there at school too. "Finally," I said, "Only something special for your birthday will let me thank you properly, so I left a surprise in your room." It took me a while to convince him to go check it out, but eventually he did. While he was gone I started drinking with his buddies. They kept my glass filled non-stop all night long. The next thing I knew it was morning and two girls were in my bed with me. One was naked and one wasn't. The clothed girl rubbed her eyes as she woke up and said, "Julie says you're a good fuck. I want to try you sometime, but decided to wait until you're awake." "Thanks." I said. "If that's Julie...but who are you?" "My name's Renée. I'll catch up with you later." She said as she grabbed my morning hard-on. "It was fun watching the two of you last night. I hope you don't mind." "I guess not if you'll pay me back one of these days." "Hmmm...I hope so." She said, kissing me before she slipped out of bed. I watched her ass as she walked away then I came back to reality. "Hey. Where's Sandy?" I yelled at her, waking Julie up. "Is that the hooker you got for Dan?" Julie asked. "She's still at the Dan's with the boys." Jumping up I said, "She's not a hooker. She's a friend of mine." I responded. "And all I asked her to do was give Dan a kiss for his birthday. What's she still doing there?" Renée chuckled. "It's not what she's doing...it's who's she doing...or maybe it would be easier to figure out who she isn't doing." Julie laughed and rolled over trying to shut us out enough to sleep. Naked, I grabbed Renée and pinned her to the wall. "What the hell are you two talking about? What are they doing to her?" Wide eyed she hurriedly told me, "Honey they're not doing it to her, she's doing it to them. She's done the whole frat at least once. Hell, she's probably done some of them two or three times by now. I've never seen a girl go like that. I talked to her twice last night and she didn't want to quit. She even told Julie and me to find you and make sure you had a good time." She must have seen my fears for Sandy. "Oh, God...don't worry. She said you'd be worried for her, but don't. It's okay. She's having fun." I sat on the edge of the bed and put my head in my hands. "That's not what I planned on happening...it was just supposed to be a kiss." From under the covers Julie mumbled, "What was supposed to be a kiss?" "She was supposed to tease Dan a bit and give him a birthday kiss. That's all." Renée gave me an intense look and asked, "Are you like in love with her or something?" "No. But she's a friend of mine. I wasn't trying to set her up for a gangbang." "Well, like I said, she wanted it. What she told me was that she gave Dan a blowjob then fucked his brains out. After that she did his housemates, then told them to keep the dick coming until she said 'Uncle'. That went on all night and this morning. I checked in about an hour ago and she was still at it. I heard she has a thing for Omar." "I can't believe it. I've got to talk to her." I said. "It's true she thinks Sheik Wanna-be is hot." "What? Not about Omar. I can't believe she wanted to be gang-banged!" "Oh, that. Well, let's call her...you'll see for yourself." She took me by the hand and we went down the hall to the phone. She called Dan's and after a couple of tries some guy answered the phone. "Let me speak to Sandy-right now." She said. After just a moment she said, "Hi, Honey. Are you okay? Yeah, he woke up and was freaked out. He's so worried about you. Yeah, it is cute. He wants to talk to you...yeah, right now." Sandy was out of breath on the other end of the phone but she convinced me that she was all right. She thanked me for everything saying, "I always wanted to try this, but I never had the nerve. I know it wasn't what you planned, but I wanted it. If it's okay, I'm going to stay a little bit longer before I come back. I told Julie and Renée to take good care of you, Baby. I'm okay. I'll see you later. Have fun...I know I am." I had to put my head between my knees. What I'd intended to be a harmless joke turned out to be a full-tilt gangbang. Renée kept reassuring me and telling me to relax that everything would be okay. She hung out with me helping me calm down as I got cleaned up. Renée and Julie were sorority sisters and sweethearts of the frat. Other than my unconscious sex with Julie, I hadn't done anything else with them. When Sandy saw the frat brothers getting me drunk she sent the girls to rescue me and get me home. Julie came staggering down the hall to tell us she was headed back to the dorm to get some sleep. Renée stayed with me. Later in the day, Sandy called and asked me to come get her. Renée and I drove over with her clothes to Dan's. When we got there, Omar, Dan's roommate answered the door. He glared at me as he took Sandy's things and closed the door to leave us on the porch. His attitude really pissed me off. If Renée hadn't stopped me, I would have broken the door down to force my way in. Dan came out and thanked me over and over again. He could see from my face that I wasn't happy about what happened. "Do you have a thing for her, man?" he asked. "No, but she's my friend and if you guys have hurt her or forced her to do anything..." "We didn't. I swear we didn't, man. You know me better than that." He got serious saying, "I've asked her over and over again if she really wanted to do this, man. She said 'Yes' every time I asked. She didn't have more than one beer so I know she wasn't drunk or anything." "Okay, Dan. As long and she says it was all right, we're not going to have a problem. You've been a friend of mine for a long time. But I won't stand for you taking advantage of her or hurting her. I've got to see her for myself and hear her say it. If she's says she's okay then we'll be okay." Both Dan and Renée could see me clenching and unclenching my fists, ready to give him a beating. Cautiously Dan went on, "I should tell you, man. She's got a thing for Omar. He told her about his family and she fell for it. He's got some distant link to royalty back home. He's the third cousin of the prince's fifth wife or something, but he plays it up and shows girls pictures of himself in the palace and stuff. She was getting into it. He's a little pissed she's going back to your place. Omar's not happy about it, but she's not giving him any choice." My Girl-Sandy Sandy's head popped out and she ran into my arms. "Hey, Baby, did you miss me?" I was reassured by her appearance and attitude. Though she looked tired-exhausted even, she seemed happy and fine. "Let's go." I said. "Oh, I'll go anywhere and do anything with you. Bye, guys. It was fun." She said and turned to give Dan a quick kiss. "Hope you had a good birthday, Honey. I had a great time." She giggled. After a long soak in the tub, Sandy crawled into bed and slept the rest of the day, through the night, and until noon the next day. I kept checking on her every now and then when I wasn't lying next to her. Renée called twice and offered to come over. I told her I'd call if we needed anything. During the second call she told me to call no matter what. She was hoping we could see each other. "After this weekend I can't imagine that you think much of me." I said. Chuckling she said, "Actually, I was very impressed. So is just about everybody in the frat and the sorority. The guys think you're the man because you got them such a hot girl for their party and the girls have all been talking about how protective you were and how you've been taking care of her." "I figured my rep was going to be ruined by this." "Anything but. Every one of the frat's little sister's wants you to be their guardian and they're all pretty willing to let you do whatever you want for the privilege. And the guys all think you got them a hooker for Dan's birthday so they all figure they owe you for starting off the year with a bang-no pun intended." I laughed and told her that she was the most levelheaded and good-hearted of anyone I'd met this weekend. We talked for hours while Sandy recuperated. After what had gone on, nothing was off limits between us. The timing sucked though. I had my hands full, but I wanted to ask her out. Dan called a few times to make sure that Sandy and I were both okay. Maybe he was worried about getting in trouble, but I think he was genuinely concerned. It fit his character. He told me Omar wanted to see Sandy, but I refused and Dan promised to keep him from calling or dropping by. After she woke up, Sandy and I spent a long time just lying in bed together talking. She confessed that she had a fantasy of being gangbanged but had never done anything about it. If she could have gone to college she'd have been the campus slut. College was never an option for her. She'd worked as a waitress hopping across the country from one place to the next since high school. She hadn't been to a frat party since she was in high school. Back then she was plain and flat chested and none of the guys even noticed her. She proudly proclaimed, "They'll never forget me now!" and fell into a fit of laughter. She figured this was perfect. She couldn't stay for more than the weekend, so this was her chance to live out a fantasy. She won't have to see these guys again. Plus, she knew that Dan and I would take care of her. She started kissing me and was making a move to do more when she sensed my reluctance. I'm a little embarrassed to admit that I felt funny messing around with her after she'd been with all those guys. I never kidded myself about being her first, but that was different. Knowing how I felt, she rubbed her naked body against me in bed and then nibbled, licked and kissed her way down to take me in her mouth. This girl was an artist at sucking a cock and she knew it. I think it was because she loved it...she loved the feel and the taste of a long, hard cock in her mouth. If she didn't love it, she deserves an Oscar for her performance. After she got me hard enough to make me loose my mind, she rubbed my cock between her tits and then turned over gave me the same treatment with her firm ass cheeks. "You know, there's one thing I saved just for you. No matter how many guys begged, I told them my ass was for you and you alone." "Sure you did." I said. "Baby, don't you know? You're the only guy I've ever let fuck my ass. You took my cherry and I've never let anybody else do it." It took me about half a second to wedge the head of my cock in her tight little rosebud. "Fuck me hard, Baby. I've been a bad girl. I fucked and sucked all those little boys. I need a good, long, hard fucking to teach me to behave." So that's what I gave her. No warming her up-no lube. I just rammed the rest of my cock into her with one long hard thrust that buried me in her balls deep. She squealed and yelled for me to fuck her. I pounded out all my worry and frustrations into her and she egged me on. She moaned and wailed, coming twice without even touching her pussy. Then I made her play with her clit while I fucked her and shot a huge load into her tight little hole as she came a third and final time. We cleaned up and curled up to sleep together. After a little breakfast in the morning she slipped under the table and gave me another of her fabulous blowjobs. Still hard after that, I bent her over the table and fucked her ass so violently we both wobbled as we walked away. She jumped up and washed me off then headed to the shower as I sat sprawled out in a chair. Half an hour later she came down the hall dressed and carrying her stuff. "Bye, Baby. I've got to hit the road." She said as she kissed me goodbye. Grabbing my semi-soft cock she added. "I'm really going to miss you." Then she leaned down to give it one more kiss. It started standing up as I did to hug her. The next thing I knew I was standing naked in the doorway, waving goodbye. As she got in her car she said, "There's an image for me to remember. Thanks for everything, Baby. Oh, you should call that girl, Renée. I think that sweet little piece has got a thing for you, Baby. I can tell you from personal experience, she's tasty. Bye-bye." Her car pulled away and she was gone. I stared down the empty road thinking about all the people I'd met in the last few days. This was a weekend I would have never imagined and would never forget. But it was over. I started down the hall to the shower. At the phone I stopped and looked at it for a long time before I picked it up and dialed. "Hello....Hello...Who's there?" said the sweet voice on the over end of the line. "Renée?" "Oh, hi. How are you doing? Is everything okay?" "Yeah, it is. Sandy left. I was thinking about you." "That's nice to hear. What are you doing?" "I was just going to jump in the shower." "Hmmm, that sounds like fun. Want some company?" she teased. This wasn't going the way I planned. I had figured I'd get to know her, take her on a date or two and then maybe I'd get lucky. But there was no going back. "I'll leave the door open." I said and hung up the phone. My Girl-Sue Ann If you're underage or offended by erotic literature, don't read any further. In fact if either of those describes you-get off this website. This work is not available for copy or distribution without permission from the author. * Introduction My name is...well name's not important. Call me Ishmael-nah, just kidding. You can call me Nick. But I'm not writing this to tell you about me. I'm writing this to tell you about my girls. These are the girls I've known, the girls I've loved. I'm a lucky man. I have a good life. I'm a musician. I've worked tours, studios, jingles, composing, songwriting, engineering and producing. My job is incredibly fun and I've made pretty good money at it. No, I'm not famous. Don't even ask. You wouldn't recognize my name if I told you. I've had the chance to see some amazing places and meet some amazing women along the way. I'm going to tell you about some of them-not all, but some. Over the years I've slept with about three hundred women. I'm not bragging or anything, I'm just trying to make a point. My point is that the stories here are based on those girls. Some of the stories are combinations of more than one girls' tale, but that's only to keep me from writing hundreds of stories. What you're about to read is based on true events. Whether you believe them or not doesn't make any difference to me. I got to live them so that's all I need. Now I'm an old married guy, middle age is slipping by and I'm just reminiscing about the girls I've known in my life. Don't get me wrong. I may not be chasing after girls anymore but I'm still a lucky man. I've spent over twenty years now with the same girl and I love it. I've never been happier and I've never been unfaithful. But every now and then I stop to remember.... * When people go to a convention, they act as thought they have a license to do whatever they want. The nurses at the hotel for the weekend were worse than most. The later it got, the wilder they got. They were drunk and loud and neither was attractive to me. One more set and I'd be through for the night so I could get out of here. There was a table in the middle of the bar that I'd avoided for the last couple of ours. Eight women were drinking and laughing around the table. Every few minutes they'd yell out a number and then drink a toast to that number. I didn't know what was going on, but to get back onstage I had to go by them. As I passed them someone grabbed my coat tail and pulled me backward. Over my shoulder I saw a tall, beautiful brunette with flawless bone structure was holding onto me. She said, "Wait a minute. We can't see your butt with this in the way." "Oh, really? That's too bad," I responded. "Why do you want to?" "We haven't had a chance to rate you yet," she said flipping my jacket up to my waist. "What do you think girls? I'd say nine or ten. At least eight." With a laugh I turned and said, "How can you tell from back there? Besides, I'm not even hard yet." She gasped as I kissed her cheek and walked away. Howls of laughter and calls to come back followed me as I headed for the stage. When my set was over she was there waiting for me at the edge of the stage. It didn't make sense. She didn't need to be work so hard to get laid. I didn't usually notice wedding rings, but a rock the size of hers was hard to miss. "You're something else," she said. "I just wanted to know if...." "Hold on before you say anything else. I'd like to hear the rest of that sentence, but it would probably be too tempting for me to resist. You are so beautiful that it's hard for me to look at you and say this-but I don't date married women," I said interrupting. She chuckled and said. "I had a feeling about you and I was right. That's the most gentlemanly thing anyone's said to me in a while. But you've got it wrong. It's not for me. I wanted to give you my daughter's number. I think you'd like her." "Your daughter? You're not interested yourself?" Grabbing her around her slim waist I pulled her close to crush her substantial chest against mine. "Besides, don't mothers try to keep their daughters away from musicians?" I asked smiling. "Yes, yes, and yes." Looking at me intensely she went on, "But I have a beautiful 21 year-old daughter who doesn't know how fantastic she is. I think you're just what she needs to shake her up a bit. At least say hello." She turned her head to look at the bar across the room. There was a tall, beautiful brunette sitting at the corner of the bar, her purse in her hands and her feet on the floor. She looked like she was ready to make a run for it. "Wow. Is that...." "Yeah, that's my Sue Ann." The name seemed impossibly sweet and innocent for such a bombshell. Long, toned legs went up and up and up to perfectly rounded hips. The tiny black skirt she wore begged to be ripped away to reveal the treasures inside. A wasp thin waist only added to the overwhelming affect of breasts that thrust out under a pale gray sheer blouse. A black vest topped off her outfit. She looked like she'd just stepped off the cover of a magazine. "Sue Ann? She's...." "Not what you expected. I know. If a mom has to fix her little girl up, she must not be much, huh? Well, as you can see, that's not the case here." She tugged at my arm and said, "Come on. Come say hello." Any description I offer will seem as though I'm exaggerating, but here goes. Like her mother, Sue Ann was tall (5'10") slim, with full rounded hips and a face that would make models and actresses run to the plastic surgeon in a fit of envy. Her impossibly clear light complexion was carved into beautiful delicate features, highlighted by full red lips. When I looked into her eyes-she had me. Those big, blue eyes are beyond my ability to describe. They were so innocent, sweet and enticing I was lucky she was shy. If I stared into her eyes for too long, I wouldn't be able to form a complete sentence. Carolyn (Sue Ann's mom) talked like we were old friends and dominated the conversation. Sue Ann was shy and quiet and I was too much in awe to stop Carolyn as she went on. Before I knew what was happening, Carolyn was getting the two of us a taxi to take us out for breakfast. Carolyn headed back to her room and left us aone. As the cab pulled away Sue Ann said to me, "I know how pushy Mom can be. You don't have to take me out if you don't want to." "Are you kidding?" "Well, I don't want you to feel you have to." "Sue Ann, I have to. I have to get to know you. I have to find out more about you. I'm sorry if I'm stumbling over myself here but I'm not used to being with a girl as devastatingly beautiful as you." She blushed as I went on. "Plus I'm starving. I've had a long night. Please come have breakfast with me." Shyly she shrugged and said, "Okay." Breakfast lasted longer than I would have thought possible. I remember a swirl of people around us with plates coming and going but that's about all I can remember. The only thing that sticks in my mind is Sue Ann. Her eyes were big and bright even after a night out with her mom and the nurses. Sue Ann's voice had a child-like quality that reminded me of a 50's era sex kitten. Smiles were hard to coax out of her at first, but the effect made each one worth the effort. Her laugh made the whole room turn to find the source. It was infectious, lilting, and made everyone smile. When they saw Sue Ann the men in the room got simultaneous smiles and erections. We talked about everything and nothing. It wasn't long before I felt like we'd known each other for years. Nothing was off limits. I don't know how we both overcame our shyness. Maybe we saw the same timid nature in each other. Or maybe we were just so attracted to the other we had to go for it. It didn't matter at the time and I guess it doesn't matter much now. After breakfast I took her down to the Promenade. It's a brick-lined walk through the old part of the city. I'd found it a few days before and fallen in love with the way the sun would peek through the trees at dawn. It was my favorite place in the city and a great place to unwind if I couldn't sleep. A slow walk through and I was ready for bed. "You must be exhausted. Do you want me to take you back to your hotel?" I asked. Sue Ann swung out of my arms and started walking backward in front of me. "Yeah-no. Ummm.... What are you going to do now?" "I've got to get some sleep. It's been a long night." She smiled and grabbed my hand, pulling it between her full breasts. "That'd be good. Let's go sleep. Take me home." "What hotel..." "No," she said lifting her mouth to mine for a soft kiss. "Take me home with you." We kissed lightly as we stepped into the bedroom. She unbuttoned my shirt but kept avoiding my attempts to undress her. One look from those big, blue eyes made me follow her lead. My coat and pants were hung on the valet already and my shoes and socks seemed to have disappeared before she started on my shirt. As she got down to the last buttons she slipped behind me to take it off. "Go ahead and get into bed. I'll be right back," she said as she pressed against me. Before I could turn around she was half way down the hall with my shirt waving behind her like a flag. The soft bedding of my old four-poster was particularly inviting after such a long night. A quick glance made sure the heavy curtains would keep the morning sun from disturbing us. I'd never felt so comfortable with someone so quickly before. Settling in I wondered if she was trying to con me. But sleep was quick to come and everything but her beauty was driven out of my mind. A soft warm naked body was pressed against me. Long dark hair lay across my chest. Something warm and wet was rubbing against my thigh. I wasn't still asleep but I wasn't awake yet. Stuck in that place between the two I thought I was still dreaming. A warm hand rubbed lower and lower on my stomach. Slowly it slid down to tease my rock-hard cock with a delicate touch. Smiling at me with sleepy eyes she said, "Hi. How are you doing?" Breathlessly I said, "Great. How about you?" With a thoughtful look Sue Ann said, "I haven't felt so relaxed and comfortable in a long time. I like this." "Good 'cause I like it too. Do you want to sleep or do you want to play?" I asked. Innocently she asked, "Play what?" "Well, you could keep playing with my cock like that, or we could find something else to do. What do you think?" "Hmmm. I don't know. What do you want to do?" she asked. "What you're doing feels very good and we could try to find other things that felt good too. I'm sure I could find something you'd like just as much as I like that. But I'd really like to lie here and let you keep doing that for a while and see where it leads," I said. "Then you should do that, just lie back and let's see where it leads." I lay there letting her tease and play with my hard cock until the sensations were overpowering. I desperately needed the rest and was so relaxed I let her just have her way. I gave her the chance to be as active or passive as she wanted-for a while. Somewhere in the back of my head was the voice of a horny little guy who was going crazy. Here was this beautiful, willing woman in my bed, and I was too sleepy to do anything about it. I had to sleep but he wanted to get laid. Ultimately I knew he'd win out and he did. After we shared a quick nap, we kissed and explored each other's body. I was fascinated by how she could be so trim and fit while being so curvy and busty. As crass at it was I asked her how big her chest was. She was a 32DD. This girl had the waif thin body of a model and the chest of a porn star. It was a lethal combination. But more than anything her eyes were captivating. Her mouth made me want to spend the rest of my life kissing her, but her eyes... She caught me staring and asked, "What's wrong?" "Nothing. Nothing's wrong," I said. "You're perfect. From a distance you look elegant and refined. Then up close you're sweet, innocent and demure. You're open and honest and willing to talk about anything. Plus, your eyes are the most beautiful I've ever seen. They hold all those qualities-the elegance, the innocence, the openness-they're simply breathtaking." "And that's why you had to get to know me, huh? My eyes, not my tits?" she challenged. "Oh, you have beautiful tits. I want to spend a long time playing with your tits, but I'm going to stare at your eyes for a while before I get there," I responded. She stared at me with narrow eyes for a moment, gauging my answer to figure out if I was lying. Tilting her head to one side, she smiled and said, "You mean that, don't you?" "Yes, I do." With a chuckle she said, "Most guys never even see my eyes. They talk to my chest all the time." She wasn't the first girl to tell me that and she wouldn't be the last. "That's their loss," I said emphatically. "They're missing out." I took Sue Ann's hair in my hand and pulled her to me for a long, deep kiss. I made her kiss me then lie back to let her bury her face in my neck. She kissed my neck and chest and played with my cock. When she came up for air I could see the flush of desire on her face. Still holding her hair, I kissed her again then pushed her head down, down guiding her lips over my chest and belly until she took my cock in her hot, wet mouth. Sue Ann was a timid girl. Despite her beauty she lacked confidence and had low self-esteem. But she wanted approval and was eager to please. Given direction or a task to perform, she threw herself into in completely. Sucking me off was no exception. I told her what I wanted and she made love to my cock as if it were the source of all pleasure for her. It certainly was for me. She licked up and down the shaft, flicking her tongue along my length as delicately as her fingertips had moved up and down it before. She lightly stroked her soft little hand up and down, teasing me with her fingertips as she teased me with her mouth. In the mirror across the room I could see she had spread her legs and was teasing her pussy with the same light touch. I couldn't reach between her legs to help her, so I cupped one of her heavy tits in my hand and played with it as she sucked me off. I watched her for a moment before I said, "You like that don't you?" "Mm-hmm," was the only reply she could make with her mouth full of my cock, but it was enough. I knew the answer before I asked, but the vibration of her lips and tongue on me were incredible. I wanted more. "You're a good little cocksucker, aren't you?" "Mm-hmm." "You love having a nice hard cock to play with and tease and suck, don't you?" "Mm-hmm." This was getting good. Each response sent another jolt of pleasure into my cock and balls as her lips vibrated against the sensitive shaft. "You like to play with your sweet little pussy and tease it while you suck my cock, don't you?" "Mm-hmm." "Do you want me to play with these beautiful tits of yours while you suck me? "Mm-hmm." "Good. 'Cause I'm going to play with your tits and fuck your face with my cock while you to fuck your tight little cunt with your fingers. Okay?" She hesitated for just a second while that sank in, then I heard, "Mm-hmm." "Good girl. I want you to shove your fingers in and out of your hot little pussy as I shove my cock in and out of your hot little mouth. It'll feel like I'm fucking you at both ends at once. Wanna try it?" "Mm-hmm." I could feel her tense up. She knew I was in control now, but didn't know if I would be gentle. I wasn't going to be rough, but there'd be no doubt that I was in charge. I let her lips just brush against the head of my cock as I said, "As my cock slides into your mouth I want you to slide your fingers inside. I want you to fuck your pussy as I fuck your mouth. Are you ready." "Mm-hmm." "Then do it. Now." With that I let her head slide down taking me deep. I watched her in the mirror as she mimicked the motion with her hand, shoving a finger deep into that pretty pussy at the same time. I pulled her up and her finger came out. I pushed her down and her finger went in. Up and down, in and out, she kept the two moving as one. I let her take control, letting her fuck her face with my dick. "Oh yeah. That's so good. Keep it up. Keep fucking your face, you sweet little cocksucker," I said. "But I don't think that one finger of yours compares to the size of my cock. I think you need to put another in you too." A second digit joined the first in her pussy, spreading the lips a bit more and making her moan deeper as she said, "Mm-hmm." "Yes. Do it, girl. Fuck yourself. Fuck your mouth and your pussy," I told her. "Do you want to use three fingers?" A third finger slipped in beside the other two as she said, "Mm-hmm." "Or do you want all four in that hot, hungry little cunt of yours?" As she spread her pussy lips wide for me and put her slim pinky inside with her other fingers, her lips vibrated around me pushing me almost past the point of no return as she answered with a long, low moan. "Mmmmm-hmmmm." I let her suck me in and out of her mouth and fuck her pussy with her whole hand for a couple of strokes, then I sat up. Pulling her mouth off me, I kissed her hard, taking her breath away. Moving between her legs I could see her still shoving her fingers in and out of her greedy little pussy. Kneeling over her I said, "You want to get fucked now, don't you?" "Mm-hmmm." "Good, 'Cause I'm going to fuck that little pussy of yours." Saying that, I put her knees over my shoulders and rubbed the head of my cock against the back of her fingers. Then grabbing her hand, I replaced it with my cock as I buried it deep in her pussy. Shoving into her in one, long, hard, deep thrust I made her moan and whine as I stretched her tight little pussy. Until that moment I didn't know how accurate a description that was. She had the tightest pussy I'd ever been known. I took a few girls' virginities but I've never had a pussy as tight. It was amazing. Here was this girl who towered over most women with a cunt as tight as a fist. It squeezed me so tightly that I had to force my way in with every stroke. I thought she would relax or loosen up, but in all the time I knew her, she was always tight. "You love this don't you?" "Mm-hmmm." "You love it when I force my long thick cock into your tight little pussy, don't you?" "Mm-hmmm." We were both enjoying this game. "You probably want to come all over my cock while it's buried deep in you, don't you?" "Mm-hmmm. Mm-hmmm. Mm-hmmm." Now she was letting out little moaning replies with every hard impact of my pelvis against hers. "Then come for me-come for me right now!" I shouted as I shoved my rod all the way into her hungry clasping pussy. Into her to the root of my cock, I erupted inside her tight little passage, flooding her with a huge load of come. She squealed and cried out under me as her pussy responded to my onslaught with an ejaculation of it's own. Grinding hard against me, her arms and legs pulled me in as tightly as her cunt. It was as though her whole body was grasping at me, sucking me into her just like her pussy and mouth had. In the aftermath we lay in each other's arms exchanging soft kisses and tender words. Looking down on this incredible girl, I knew I didn't want this to end. I said, "That was fun, wasn't it?" She smiled and said, "Mm-hmmm." "Do you want some more?" I asked as I flexed my still hard cock inside her. Her eyes opened wide when she realized I was still hard as a rock. "Mm-hmmm," she said. I curled up behind her and spooned her so I could see us in the mirror across the room. Lifting one leg up to rub my cockhead against her lips I teased her saying, "You like me taking control of you and just using you for my pleasure, don't you?" My Girl-Sue Ann Before I started moving inside her again, she turned those beautiful eyes to me with a mischievous grin on her face and said, "Mm-hmmm." My Girl-Suzanne If you're underage or offended by erotic literature, don't read any further. In fact if either of those describes you-get off this website. This work is not available for copy or distribution without permission from the author. * Introduction My name is...well name's not important. Call me Ishmael-nah, just kidding. You can call me Nick. But I'm not writing this to tell you about me. I'm writing this to tell you about my girls. These are the girls I've known, the girls I've loved. I'm a lucky man. I have a good life. I'm a musician. I've worked tours, studios, jingles, composing, songwriting, engineering and producing. My job is incredibly fun and I've made pretty good money at it. No, I'm not famous. Don't even ask. You wouldn't recognize my name if I told you. I've had the chance to see some amazing places and meet some amazing women along the way. I'm going to tell you about some of them-not all, but some. Over the years I've slept with about three hundred women. I'm not bragging or anything, I'm just trying to make a point. My point is that the stories here are based on those girls. Some of the stories are combinations of more than one girls' tale, but that's only to keep me from writing hundreds of stories. What you're about to read is based on true events. Whether you believe them or not doesn't make any difference to me. I got to live them so that's all I need. Now I'm an old married guy, middle age is slipping by and I'm just reminiscing about the girls I've known in my life. Don't get me wrong. I may not be chasing after girls anymore but I'm still a lucky man. I've spent over twenty years now with the same girl and I love it. I've never been happier and I've never been unfaithful. But every now and then I stop to remember.... * The first fake breast I ever touched belonged to a girl named Suzanne. I didn't even know it was an implant at first. When I grabbed it my mind was somewhere else-somewhere tight, dark, hot and wet. It was a wonderful distraction... I first saw Suzanne dancing with a kind of sleazy-looking guy while I was onstage. It could have been her long, wavy brown hair whipping around or the long, lean body that made me look her way but the first thing I remember was her smile. Her cute crooked smile just lit up the room full of gyrating bodies. When I looked at her eyes, I realized she was staring right back at me. As I played I watched her body move gracefully, sensuously in the crowd of spastic, clumsy dancers. She was 5'7" (but taller in her heels) with nipple length wavy brown hair and a 36C-24-34 figure. Her movements were so smooth and fluid she looked like she was the only person who knew what to do when the music played. I was so envious of that guy. It was one of the hundreds of times I wanted to be down in the crowd with a woman's body up against me instead of up on stage. I had wanted to be down there so many times. I had to do something and I did. When my solo came up I jumped off the stage and into the crowd. Everybody went nuts. The guys in the band didn't know what to do, but they kept playing. I moved around the dance floor as I played. I ended up in the middle of three girls and played to each of them, one after the other. Then I felt someone sliding down my back. I turned my head and caught a glimpse of Suzanne in profile. With our backs together we slid up and down as I played. It was incredible. The crowd went so crazy that the band let me go on and on with my solo. But the time I got back onstage, we went to the final chorus of the tune and the club was filled with people yelling for more. James, the lead singer told me later that for a second he thought I'd fallen off the stage. The bartender, Max, told me he was going to kick my ass for doing it until he saw how much people liked it. Now, he was going to kick my ass if I didn't do it every night. When we moved on to big venues I'd leap down to the floor of the hall and security would lift me back up afterward, but back when I started doing it in little clubs I was on my own. I can't tell you how many nights I walked around a club stepping from chair to table to chair as I played. I've lost count of how many bars I ran down or how many people I danced with. It was great. It helped he break out of my shell too. Soon I was the guy who did summersaults onstage while he played and jumped up on top of amps. That had never been me before. But that first night was just for Suzanne. If no one else had even been there I'd still wanted to jump off stage and dance with her. A couple of songs later, at the end of our set, James told me to take a break. They had a request for an old ballad and I should lay out for this tune. I thought he was pissed at me for showing off until he pointed over my shoulder and there was Suzanne. "Go get her, kid.", he said. The next few minutes were like being in a movie. The people around me faded away and all that was left was music, lights and this soft, sensuous woman moving around the dance floor with me. We moved together like it was choreographed. We fit. It was so intense. When the band took a break, everybody came over to talk to us. All around us the guys were saying, "That was fantastic. Who is she? How did you guys put this whole thing together? How long have you been planning this?" The guys kept bugging me and I didn't even know her name-I'd never even heard her voice. She leaned over and whispered to me, "Come with me." and pulled me away. As we moved through the people I said, "Later, guys. I'll be back-maybe." Tugging me along behind her she stepped over the rope to the VIP section that was closed for the night. I looked over at Max and he waved us on. When we got upstairs she pushed me down into a dark booth and settled into my lap. I said, "Who...." "Oh, shut up already." she said kissing me. Warm, soft wet lips...my whole world was filled with the feeling of warm, soft, wet lips and I loved it. As I nibbled my way up and down her neck, breathlessly she said, "Suzanne." "Huh?" "Suzanne. My name is Suzanne." "Oh, I'm...." "I know who you are." she said kissing me again. "I know a lot about you." "Do you?" "Yeah. I know you've been married and divorced twice. I know you raised your son alone because your first wife left you when she hooked up with a coke dealer who was in a biker gang. I also know that yesterday your second divorce was final and you're now a free man." The date had slipped my mind. The waiting period had ended. It was official. I was single again. It took a second for all that to sink in for me. "Wait how do you know that?" "From the gossips at the courthouse.", she answered. "Your wife and her lawyer have tried to paint you as a bum musician, but with you being a single dad who was given custody after your first marriage ended, it's been a tough sell. I'm a lawyer so I'm at the courthouse a lot." The part of me that knew lawyers as evil, blood-sucking leeches kicked in. "You're a lawyer?" "Yeah, a criminal attorney. I've seen you hanging around at your uncles' place a few times, you just never noticed me." "How could I have missed you?" "Well, for the last six months all you could think about was your divorce. Plus, I think you're kind of an idiot." she said smiling. "But only when it comes to your ex-wife." "You work for Uncle Tim?" She nodded. "And Uncle Nathan?" "Yeah, I do." "They're bad guys. You're a defense attorney." I caught myself right before I said 'mob lawyer'. "Yeah, I am. I know you've stayed out of the family business and refused to take their money, but I do." "We'll they're not really bad guys. Inside they're both nice, sweet guys.", I said. Suzanne leaned back and looked at me skeptically. "Well, if you go very, very deep inside...no, they're..." "Bad guys. I know. But they're not as bad as everybody thinks they are. They've been going crazy because they want to help you out. But they know you don't want them to. I've been hearing about you for months now. And Tim keeps telling me 'what a good boy you are' and how 'a nice girl like me ought to find a good boy like you'. I've been hearing it for months." I couldn't help but laugh. Her impression of Uncle Tim was pretty good. In my best impression of him I said, 'Come here, darling. That's too much with the talking here." and pulled her back to kiss her again. We made out and felt each other up through my break. I had to go back onstage for one more set and if my guitar hadn't been hanging in front of me, it would have been embarrassing. Between watching her dance and thinking about that make out session, I was hard the rest of the night. When we were done for the night, I'd usually hang out with the guys and BS for a while or go to an after hours joint and then head out someplace for breakfast before I went home to sleep for the day. But tonight after I finished playing and starting packing up my guitar, Suzanne popped up right beside me and asked, "Are you ready yet?" James and Pete (our drummer) were both laughing as James told me to get out of there. "See you tomorrow, kid...if you survive." Their laughter followed us out the door. The top was down on her car just a few feet down the street. "Why don't you throw your guitar in the backseat?", she asked. "Then she tossed me the keys and said, "You drive." "You sure?" "Yeah, I was taught to never drive with my mouth full." she said with an evil grin. Two minutes later we were flying down the road with the wind in my hair and my cock in her mouth. I was starting to think it wasn't a good idea for me to drive with her mouth full either. "Oh, dear God, please give me a break. I may kill us if you keep doing that." She pulled her mouth off me and leaned on my shoulder and said, "If you get me to your place fast enough I won't do that again." Luckily there was no traffic and no cops to pull us over. I got back to my place quicker than I ever had before. Climbing the stairs to my apartment I had to hold my guitar case in front of me because she wouldn't let go of my dick. As soon as the door closed behind us, I dropped my guitar and started stripping her. I literally ripped her dress off. She was left in a lacy, half-bra that showed off her C-cup tits to perfection, a tiny pair of matching lace panties, a garter belt and stockings. I knew then what I wanted to do. Pulling her in close to me I whispered in her ear, "I want you...I want you now.", and grabbing the front of her panties I tore them off her. They bunched up in her crotch and drug through her pussy lips, spreading them apart and pressing on her engorged clit as they ripped to shreds. Her breath caught in her throat and she quivered in her arousal. "Now, I want to fuck you. You look so hot and so fuckable.", I said. With that I backed her up against the wall next to the front door and shoved my hard cock into her in one long, hard, deep stroke. Moaning in my ear, she came hard. Her cunt soaked my cock and my pants as her juices gushed out on me. "Oh, yeah. Fuck me. Please fuck me," she said. "I could never refuse a request as polite as that." I said pinning her against the wall and pounding into her. She came two more times in rapid succession before I shoved into her one last time and filled her with a load of come that had kept my balls boiling. Months of being alone had built up in me and I let them all loose in her. As I stepped back, she slid to the floor and took me in her mouth, licking and sucking me clean until I was too sensitive to take it. I looked down at her and realized how roughly, how brutally I'd been fucking her. "Are you alright?" "No...I'm great.", she answered with a satisfied smile. "You have no idea how long I've wanted you to do that. I loved it." She was grinning from ear to ear. Holding out her hand she said, "Help me up. You actually knocked me off my feet with that cock of yours. I've never come so hard or fast in my life." After I got her to her feet, I leaned over and scooped her up in my arms. As we kissed I started down the hall to my bedroom. "Are you up for more?", I asked. "Yeah, I am, but are you?", she responded. Reaching behind her she grabbed hold of my still-hard cock. "I guess you are. Does this ever go down?", she asked. "Let's find out." "After you were so rough, I didn't expect you to be such a gentleman, carrying me to your boudoir and all.", she teased. I like being called a gentleman...but I came back saying, "What makes you think I'm being gentlemanly? I'm just getting you back here as quickly as I can. I want to throw you down in my bed and fuck you again." "Good.", she said. "Just don't stop until I can't walk." "No problem. Let's see how much cock you can take." With that I stopped at the side of the bed and threw her down making her land spread-eagle on the soft bedding. Immediately she scrambled to hang her head over the side of the bed and take my cock in her mouth. With one hand alternating between her nipples where they peaked out over the lace of her bra cups and the wet lips of her pussy, she grabbed me at the base of my shaft and started sucking my cock with incredible intensity. Reaching for my ass, she pulled me deeper and deeper into her hot, wet mouth until she had her lips stretched tight around the base of my cock. A low, guttural moan vibrated down the length of my shaft as she came. I wrapped her hair around my hands and started to fuck her face. She came again as I fed her my cock. Finally get dangerously close to loosing control, I pulled her mouth off me and threw her onto her back. Before she could catch her breath I was on her and sliding my cock up to her pussy. She grabbed my cock and shoved it into her soaking wet cunt then wrapped her long legs around my waist and pulled me in. With our mouths and groins locked together, we fucked slow and deep. I grabbed her firm ass in my hands and pulled her tight to me. Spreading her cheeks apart I let the juices that were pouring of her pussy lube the tip of my finger before I slid it into her ass. Tensing up and wailing in my ear, she came again. "You like that don't you, Baby?" "Oh, I've never..."she said her voice wandering off. "You've never what?", I asked her. Looking me in the eye she said, "I've never felt like this. I've never felt so beautiful, or so desired. I've never had anyone take me like I was a prize. I've never had anyone fuck my face or my pussy like that. I've never had anybody fuck my ass and I've never come so many times...and you're still hard and fucking me." "What do you want me to do now?" "Please fuck my pussy and make me come again. Fuck my pussy, fuck my face, fuck my ass if you want to. Just take me-use me-fuck me." I kissed her hard and long before I flipped her over and took her from behind, riding her like a bitch in heat. As I got close to coming I pulled her up to me so she was on her knees with her back arched she pointed those beautiful tits up and I ripped the lacy little bra off her tits. I squeezed and mauled her tits in my hands before I pushed her face down into the bedclothes and pounded into her as I came. We were curled up for a while before she slid off my dick and crawled around to take me in her mouth again. She seemed to love to lick and suck our come off my cock. She sucked me and licked me almost reverently. "You're an amazing man. And you have an amazing cock," she said quietly. I laid back and pulled her on top of me. She ground her pussy against me with an almost frightened look said, "You're still hard. I can't believe that you're still hard." I told her that I could stay hard for hours and get off four or five times or more before I got soft. More than once I'd found women couldn't keep up and I'd have to get them off and leave with my cock still hard. Sliding her wet gash up and down the shaft she said, "Well, tonight I'm going to fuck you until I can't come anymore. Then when I can't fuck you anymore, I want you to keep fucking me until you can't stand." I played with her perfect tits while she rode me until she came. Then I rolled her over for another fast, noisy fuck. I got her up on her hands and knees and slipped my cock in between the firm cheeks of her ass. She wiggled and moaned as I teased her with the head of my cock. We were both so soaked in each juices we didn't need any other lube. She was so exhausted she didn't even tense up as I popped the head of my dick in her ass. A low groan came from deep inside her as I kept pushing in deeper and deeper. Quick shallow little thrusts in and out made her loosen up for me. "Oh, God help me, I love it. Please fuck my ass...please." When her second 'please' I showed the rest of my shaft up her virgin asshole. Tight, hot flesh squeezed me as she came with a howl. She'd come just from having me in her ass and was about the pinch my dick off at the root with her muscles as they spasmed with her orgasm. By now I'd come four times and the next one wasn't going to be soon. I took her ass slowly and gently, then fast and hard, then rolled over and let her ride me with my cock in her ass while we took turns making her come by playing with her tits and pussy. We went on and on. After finally unloaded my balls in her ass, she cleaned my cock off with a wet washcloth and rode me to another shuddering climax. We fucked in every position imaginable and probably some that aren't. The next morning I freaked out when I saw blood on my sheets. It took a while for her to calm me down and convince me she was okay. She was sore and exhausted but okay. We both had lost count of how many times she came. She knew it was well over a dozen because she'd lost count at ten. I'd set a record that I've never beaten since. I got off seven times in a row without going soft and fucked her for nine hours. I missed rehearsal the next day. Even though the guys were pissed, when they heard her voice in the background, they understood why. She called in sick that morning and the next. We barely got out of bed for two days. We spent a lot of time just holding each other and talking. It was good for us both. We both had issues about ourselves, love and sex and they were easy to talk about after that first night. Suzanne confessed to me she'd never felt pretty. With her fit, curvy body I couldn't understand. Then she showed me why. One side of her body was smaller than the other. Her left and right hands and feet were different sizes. I didn't believe her until she held them side-by-side for me to see. Her left leg and left arm were longer than her right. I had thought she just stood with a sexy tilt to her hips, but it was the way she was built. What she saw as a birth defect, I saw as a charming crooked smile and a rakish casual quality. She told me how in school kids had given her such a hard time because she had to wear different size shoes on each foot, her clothes all hung crooked and she'd had to pad one cup of her bra. The worst was going through puberty and having one breast grow to a overflow a B cup and the other barely get past a double A. When she'd started making some money writing legal briefs, she'd gotten a boob job. She hadn't had both done, just one. Her left was a perfect, round, firm C cup so she'd had the doctor make the right one the same. After she'd started working for Uncle Tim and Uncle Nathan they sent her to Saul, the tailor, and he custom fit all her clothes. Now she never bought anything without Saul putting his touch on it. They accepted her, faults and all. Like me they saw the beautiful girl inside her, not the awkward kid she once was. The day I knew she'd really come to accept herself is impossible to forget. She called me up in the middle of the night, wanting to come over for a booty call. When I answered the phone she giggled and said, "I lean here." My Girl-Suzanne It took my brain a second to connect her voice with the name Eileen. When I finally got the joke I laughed so hard I actually fell out of bed. After that she said it every time she called me up. I loved it every time. Suzanne was constantly playing with my cock. She would have me lie back while she ran her fingers along the length. With her head on my stomach she would rub it all over her face or wrap her hand around me and jack me off. She liked seeing it from the same angle that I did when I jerked off. Once when she was playing with me she measured it and that's when I learned how long it is. Then she started rattling off the information from the Kinsey Report and Masters & Johnson, telling me that not only was it bigger than average, but it was the biggest one she ever had. According to her though, it wasn't the length that made it feel so good inside her...it was the width. She also said it made a big impression when she looked down at her hand and her fingers didn't reach around the width of the shaft. She spent some time thinking about it and working it out. She said that the flatter part of the shaft spread her lips as it went in, opening her up and exposing her clit. Then when I was all the way in, her lips were spread apart so she could grind her clit against the rounder part of the shaft. That and the ability to come two or three times without getting soft made me the best she'd ever had. I thought all guys were like me and could come two or three times when they got hard. I didn't know any different. More than once girls had told me I was the best they'd ever had. But I thought that was just talk. Here I'd found someone who not only said it, but had done the research to figure out why. After I read up on it I realized maybe she wasn't just stroking my ego while she was stroking my cock. Maybe she was right. The other thing she liked about my cock was watching it get hard. I was a "grower" not a "shower" she said. She said that some guys are almost the same length when they're hard as when they're soft, their cocks just firm up without changing much in size. Other guys (like me) aren't very big at all when they were soft, but grow in length and width as they get hard. Suzanne loved to wear me out, then lie there and play with my cock, teasing it back to full hardness. We hung out together on and off for about six great months before I had to move for another gig. I missed her late night calls and voracious appetite for sex. But mostly I missed her. She told me that for the first time in her life she felt beautiful and sexy. She made me laugh and smile when I didn't think I ever would again. When I hear someone tell one of her old jokes I still smile. Suzanne's Old joke # 1 What do you name a girl who has one leg shorter than the other? Eileen Suzanne's Old joke #2 Where does a waitress with one leg work? IHOP