0 comments/ 16057 views/ 2 favorites Last Time By: HntrsPet Laying her head on his chest she began to play with his nipples, licking, sucking and nibbling on them. Hearing a sharp intake of breath, she paused before giving the one in her mouth another nibble. Using her tongue she flicked it back and forth before biting down on it lightly. With this he raised upward towards her hot, tantalizing mouth. Placing his hand behind her head he moaned loudly as she increased the pressure of her teeth and gently pulled back on the nipple flicking it with her tongue. This was to be their last night together and she wanted to make it last. She wanted to give him pleasure he would never be able to forget. Moving her hand over his chest and abdomen she found the hairs of his pubic area. Running her fingers through them she continued her oral assault on his nipples. Oh he truly delighted in the feel of her hot mouth on his nipples and the grazing of her teeth sent electric waves through his body. She liked the soft, silky feel as she ran her fingers through it again. Moving her hand lower she wrapped her fingers around his now hardening manhood. It seemed the stimulation of his nipples and the nearness of her hand had caused it to come alive. It felt so hot to the touch, as it began to grow harder, longer and thicker. She began to stroke it moving it slowly up and down as the veins filled with blood causing it to throb and pulsate against the soft warmness of her palm. She enjoyed touching and stroking it, feeling how smooth, hard and hot it could be all at the same time. It was of average length but very thick. She enjoyed the smooth silkiness of the head as she ran her fingers over it. Straddling him she placed a nipple on his lips. He captured the nipple in his mouth, sucking it deeply into his hot, wet mouth she moaned loudly and moved towards him more. How he used his mouth to tease her nipples till they stood hard and aching. He kissed her until she was breathless, staring deep into her eyes he asked her if she wanted her to stop. Closing her eyes she softly moaned, "No, please don't." Her hand never stopped stroking his dick and rubbing his ball sac. His balls were filling up with the hot rich cum he so enjoyed pumping into her body. He opened his mouth and captured a nipple causing her to moan softly. Her warm hand moved up and down over his now harder than steel manhood. She could feel the heat radiating from it, the veins popping out on it, how it throbbed and pulsated. Leaning over she blew her warm breath over it and watched it jump in her hand. Moving her head back she again blew on it causing a cool sensation to spread over it. Her hands massaged his cum filled balls. They were so full and tight in her hand and heat radiated from them. Repositioning them on the bed he sat up against the head board with her lying across his stomach he stroked her breasts with his hand. Stroking his dick upward towards her she lowered her head to rub the head over her lips. It felt so hot and smooth. Opening her mouth she moved her head down over the head and began to lick around it, putting her tongue in the slit. She felt him jump and pinch down on her nipple. He had to restrain himself from pushing her head down onto his manhood. He knew he had to allow her to go at her own pace. Sensing his need she took as much of his manhood into her mouth and began sucking and moving her tongue around it. It tasted of him, mild, and clean. Moving her head up and down, from side to side she sucked and stroked his dick. To her surprise its seemed to grow harder and longer in her mouth. Sliding up with just the head inside her warm mouth she used her teeth to graze the crown, this brought a loud groan from him. He could take it no longer; flipping her around he entered and thrust his manhood into her. Slowly at first then gradually faster and going deeper into her. She tried not to moan but did so causing him to go even further into. As she met his thrusts her muscles massaged his dick. He was at the point of no return. Suddenly his dick began to spasm, he jerked it back from the mouth and then rammed it all the way in as he began to cum. Big globs of hot cum began to shot from the end of his dick. He used his dick like a fire hose shooting cum forcefully and deeply into her. He shot what seemed to be a quart of cum into her. Her body spasmed around his deeply buried dick as she moaned and cried out his name. It felt as if an electrical current ran shot from her head to her toes, as her orgasm ripped through her with such intensity she fainted. As she slowly opened her eyes she felt his arms holding her close to his body. The warmth comforted her and made her wish he was not leaving. Looking up into his eyes she moved closer and kissed his lips as a tear slid down her face. Smiling at her he touched her face, kissed her lips and rose from the bed. Last Time She gathered the empty coffee cups and took them into the kitchen. As she was rinsing them out a sadness overtook her. The last time she would wash dishes for her Master. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. She stubbornly wiped them away hoping he wouldn't notice her eyes when she returned. Her Master came and went as he chose. He would stay with her for a week or two once every couple of months before returning to his life. Not her first choice but she understood his needs. This time though, this very time he changed things. Just like that, he had told her this would be his last visit. She thought back to a few days ago... "Why Master, did I displease you in anyway?" she asked him. "No my Pet but there have been some changes in my life and I must put them first. However even if that wasn't the case you know that I decide how, when and who I will be with. I will always remember you and the submission you willingly gave me. Perhaps when things get sorted with my life I will take you back as my Slave but don't expect that. Once I decide you are done being my Slave you are done forever." He told her. She caught a glimpse of his expression and she noticed it was a hard thing for him to say. She had been taught not to ask him too many questions and it was all she could do to choke back the questions she was dying to ask. Being of a curious nature it took many spanks and denial of the privilege to cum before she learned to bite back her tongue. She decided if this was to be his very last visit then it might as well be as memorable as possible. So she took great care in the washing of his feet, kneeling at his feet while he ate, tucking him for sleep and making sure he was as comfortable as possible along with the many other things that she did as his Slave. Tonight she had cooked his favorite meal of steak and potatoes. Even peas and she hated peas. While he ate she rubbed his feet. She kissed them and stroked the tops. She licked them up and down. When he was done he slapped her ass playfully and pulled her to her feet by the collar he had picked out her. It had taken her a few months to earn that collar and she was proud of it. Every little jingle it made reminded her of her Master. Every time she looked in the mirror seeing it also reminded her of him. "Slave bring my dessert to me in the other room and bring it to me on your knees." He said. "Yes Master." She put the apple pie and ice cream on a plate and brought it to him on her knees. Even such a task she enjoyed doing for him. When she got to him he took it from her and patted her head, "Good girl." She acknowledged him my lowering her eyes and dipping her head. She just kneeled beside him patiently waiting for him to finish his dessert. When he was done he once again stroked her hair. Then he grabbed it roughly and said to her, "Slave do a showing for me." She knew exactly what he meant, show herself off. She got to her feet and walked to the other end of the room. When she got there she said, "Master how I love doing this for you." After she said that she took on a sultry expression and started to walk seductively towards him, like a stripper walking down their stage. She swung her hips slowly side to side and as she did so she lightly stroked her face with her fingers. Then down over her neck and to her breasts. She played with her nipples, pinching and stroking them. They swelled under her touch. She then slid her fingers over her belly and around the side of her hips. When she got about 3 feet in front of her Master she stopped walking. She slowly turned around a couple times before facing him. She took the nipple clamps that he kept by his chair from his outstretched hand. As used to them as she was she still let out a small gasp as she attached them. She leaned over just enough so her Master could grab the chain. He gave it a small tug to test the tightness. A nod of his head told her they were fine. She then stood up straight again and stroked her breast with one hand and slid her other over her pussy. She played with her clit then stuck her middle finger inside herself. She pulled her finger out and then licked her finger. "Mmm, tastes good Master. Would you like to see?" At his nod she walked to his feet and sat on his lap. She swung her legs either side of his head and leaned back to show him her slick pink puss. He took one of his fingers and slid it into each fold before he plunged it into her. He fingered her for a few moments talking to her while he did. "Slave you have a good pussy for your Master. I am pleased. Tell me how lucky you are to have me fucking that pussy." Thoroughly enjoying his touch she said, "Master I am very lucky to have you fucking my pussy. I'm lucky to have you stroke it, make it wet and make it cum." When she was done speaking he took his finger out of her and squeezed her clit, "Good girl. Now lick it clean." He held out his hand and she licked his finger, tasting her own juices again. She got off his lap then stood so she was facing away. She bent over with her legs spread and grabbed her ankles so he could see her ass. She felt his hands on her cheeks. He started to slap them. "Master please don't stop, keep spanking me Master." She moaned out. "Slave play with yourself while I spank you, worship me with words while I do this." He told her. Still bent over she stuck her fingers in her pussy again and they slid right in. Her pussy was already soaked for her Master. Whack, whack whack! "Oh Master you are the most perfect. I enjoy worshipping you in everything, in every way. I obey and submit only to you." Whack, whack, whack! "I constantly think of ways to make you happy and worship you in ways you deserve. Everything from you is like a piece of heaven." He interrupted her, "Ok good girl. Now turn around and straddle me." She turned around and straddled his cock before she slid it in. She pulled herself almost all the way out before slowly sliding back down. As she was doing this he grabbed the candles he had lit during her "showing" and tipped them over her swaying breasts. She took a sharp intake of breath. He blew on them, "There, there Slave. Such beautiful breasts you have for me." She started to rid him faster. He grabbed her collar and pulled it till she was nearly choking as she screwed him. Suddenly he pulled it harder still. "Stop Slave." He commanded. She immediately stopped. "Get up and suck my cock." She got up and kneeled before him. She slid her mouth over his throbbing cock and started to suck it. She loved to taste his cock and completely enjoyed it when he had her do it. She tasted her pussy as she sucked but eventually what she was tasting was all him. He reached down and yanked her nipple clamps off. The surprise of it made her stop and cry out. "Keep sucking that cock Girl." He said. She kept sliding her lips and tongue over his stiff cock. She was massaging his balls now, wanting to pleasure him even more. Her nipples were still aching when she felt hot waxed drip down her back. As she felt the wax hit her she felt his cum. His sweet cum filled her mouth and she swallowed it once he was done. She slid his now limp cock out of her mouth and licked it dry. She then kissed his thighs and calves and finally his feet. Once she had kissed each toe he said, "Good girl." She nodded, "Thank you Master." "Now go get me some coffee Slave and you can massage my feet until bedtime." He told her. "Yes Master." ...The clink of the cups brought her back to the present. Now that they had drunk their coffee he was ready for bed. When she got back to the living room she found it empty. Going to the bedroom she found him getting things ready in there. She spotted candles already lit, the crop was lying on the nightstand. She saw the nipple clamps, her vibrators and the ropes he liked to tie her up with. Oh her Master had plans for her alright. She couldn't wait to see and feel what he had in store for her on their final night. Her pussy was getting wet already at the thought. One thing was for certain, it was going to be memorable. Last Time 11:44 Judy looks from the clock down to her ex. "Last time, right?" Judy asks, earning an assuring nod from her Bestfriend/ex-girlfriend. Those words will never be true, Judy thinks as her body hovers over the lower half of Imarhia's for probably, the 23rd time this year. The duo could never stop being sexual lovers, it was just too addicting. It felt amazing to be loved after a break up or bad news. It was truly a gift from god to always have someone to give you an orgasm wherever, whenever. Judy keeps falling into these situations where she takes it so far that its impossible to escape. And when Imarhia asked for head, on this New Year's Day, because she didn't get much for Christmas, Judy didn't hesitate to say yes. "Last time." Imarhia nods, exhaling deeply before tucking Judy's head under the covers to keep from pulling her up and kissing her. She swore she would never do that again. Suddenly, her eyes roll to the back of her head as the wet muscle in Judy's mouth flicks at her clit, teasing her. Judy smiles to herself when she feels the younger girl squirming under her trying to create friction. Her mouth doesn't stop teasing until small, short pants show her that Imarhia's had enough of it. A high pitched yelp followed by multiple curse words fill the air when soft lips wrap around her clit, fogging Imharia's mind. Her fingers tangle in Judy's curls, pulling at them causing the studs to moan and send vibes through her body. Judy lets her teeth rake over the pulsing nub, bringing her Bestfriend closer before reluctantly tugging her mouth away from the flesh. Instead, she rips her pants and underwear off, placing herself in between Imarhia's legs and instantly rocking back and forth when their clits meet. Imarhia throws a loud moan into her exs face, pulling her impossibly closer as she brings her closer to her climax. Her nails dig deeply into Judy's back as her stomach clenches and her body becomes frigid. Just watching the girls face contort in pleasure makes Judy's body begin to react wildly. Her hips stiffly move in sharp circles as her core desperately tries to grab at Something that isn't there. "Uhh, Fuck." Judy nearly shouts as Imarhia's hips rhythmically mimic hers, thrusting them both into a hard orgasm as their tense buds violently rip back and forth against each other. Imarhia's thigh muscles clench just before her breath stops in her throat. She tries so hard to keep her eyes opened so she can see Judy cum for, probably, the last time but they are forced shut. Judy manages to keep hers open, looking down at where their bodies connected, watching their beaded clits grind slowly as her abs sculpt deeply from the pressure of her orgasm. Imarhia comes down first, already wanting more. She refuses to stop. "Fuck... More." Imarhia gasps, her pupils huge and full of want. Judy gets the same wanting feeling and takes her hand down Imarhia's body until it settles in between her best friend's tan thighs. Her fingers graze gently across her clit making her hips jerk forward from sensitivity. "N-not there." Imarhia comments, grabbing Judy's wrist to guide her hand lower. "There, please." Judy smiles evilly before diving her middle finger in and thrusting it in and out slowly, feeling completely in control. "Please, Judy." Imarhia begs, pouting. "I need you to make me cum. No games, just make me cum again." Her voice is all too raspy, helpless and serious. Judy fulfills the request, driving her finger in harder before adding a second and pounding in and out as her other hand reaches down to rub at her own clit. She watches Imarhia's eyelids twitch as her expert fingers poke and ram into the back of her soaking core, making that wet, sloshy sound fill the room. Her own fingers rub small circles at her swollen clit, ready to cum again. She feels Imarhia clench around her fingers just as both of their jaws drop. They both get the same urge to kiss each other as this beautiful moment passes by but they've promised that exs don't swap spit unless they are dating again. And they were most certainly not dating. Soon enough, Judy breaks under the pressure, bashing her lips into Imharia's as a wave of pressure rips through her. It makes her face twitch in the cutest, sexiest way causing Imarhia to explode under her. Imarhia's metal covered teeth chatter into their sloppy, vibrating kiss as her mind clouds and a moaned name escapes her throat. "O-oh my god." Judy pants, thick beads of sweat causing curls to form just above her damp forehead. "H-happy new year." Imarhia's heated pink cheeks dim before her face grows somewhat disappointed. This meant that this might actually be their last time. "Yeah, Happy new year." Imarhia half smiles at her bestie. End Last Time Cross Dressing After having read many submissions about one's first time I've decided to tell you about my last time dressing as a sexy woman. To get to the finale, I need to give you a little background. I am a 35 year old white male that stands 5'7" tall and weigh in at 140 pounds. I stay very fit with lots of competitive cycling, swimming and running, all sports I've indulged in since high school. These physical activities keep my legs and butt very toned while providing a ready-made excuse to remain totally smooth. My initial foray into women's clothing was sneaking some of my good looking older sister's panties to jack-off with when I was 18 years old. One morning when I had a pair of her panties wrapped around my cock as I was stroking it under my blankets, my mom knocked on the door and said she was doing laundry and wanted my bedding. She opened the door to come into my room to get the sheets and noticed I was red faced and breathing hard. Mom asked what was wrong and I said I didn't feel very good. She felt my forehead and said I want to take your temperature. As she walked into the jack & jill bathroom that my sister and I shared, the only way I could think of hiding my big sis's panties was to put them on then pull my boxer briefs over them. Mom came back moments later, took my temp, found it normal and told me to go take a cold shower. I walked into the bathroom and closed and locked the door and for the first time in about a minute took a breath. First thing that I noticed was how good sis's panties felt good on my ass and cock. I dropped my boxer/briefs and took a look at my panty covered bottom. I loved how her silk panties looked on me. It only took me a minute to finish off what I started in my bed squirting large amounts of cum into her panties. This initial panty incident lead to me trying, liking and wearing many different items out of my big sister's lingerie drawers. String bikini panties, thongs, slips, panty hose, nylons & garter belt, bras, bustier, you name it I was trying it on. That was followed by her club clothes, short skirts, tight tops, spandex pants, anyway you get the idea. One weekend when the entire family was at the lake but I stayed home to not miss swimming practice, I got all dressed up and decided to put on make-up to see if I could make myself passable. You understand the progression. I don't want to burden you with the details as this is not a story of how I began but rather the night that determined I stop. Briefly, I learned to dress, and then learned to put on make-up that was not only passable but sexy, to talking on the internet, to experimenting with going out in public, to giving my first blowjob, to finally losing my anal virginity. I continued to play as a woman throughout college and up to just a couple of years ago. While I dressed frequently, I didn't have many physical encounters, less than ten in total. Just enough to know that I enjoyed being submissive and pleasing my partner just like my girlfriends pleased me. Back to the final night of my being a gurl. While on a trip for business, I meet a guy on Craigslist, Damon, and we exchanged a number of emails. I always told the truth in that I was a passable cross dresser and enjoyed pleasing my man both orally and by giving him my tight ass. Even though I thoroughly enjoyed being treated like a woman, I wasn't into kissing and always played safe. He said he was totally fine with that and wanted me to meet him at his hotel bar. Damon told me he was 6'1" and weighed 215-220 and had a 7" average cock. My limited experienced had taught me that I enjoyed the length more than the girth of a man's pleasure stick, so I thought he was about the perfect size. I took my time preparing for our date. Long scented bath, shaved totally smooth everywhere, followed by a dusting of baby powder before I began my make-up. I kept my dirty blonde hair fairly simple by brushing it back and pulling it back into a short pony tail. Next I painted my toe and finger nails a hot red. When they were dried I carefully made up my face with eyeliner, mascara, two-toned eye shadow and blush before walking thru sprits of Chanel perfume. Now it was time to dress. First I put on my black thigh high nylons with a lace trimmed top, then a sexy pink and white garter belt. I attached the garters then slipped on a pair of Victoria Secret's silk string bikini panties in black with a jewel encrusted keyhole that nestled just above the top of my ass crack. Next came my black semi-sheer bra with pink trim. I slipped in my very realistic 34C breast forms. I had chosen a white silk blouse that would allow you to see my black bra through it if you looked hard. I slid a black nylon/spandex lace trimmed slip up my legs and over my tight ass before putting on my tight black rear zipped skirt. My skirt came to mid-thigh and hugged my ass like a glove. Silver earrings, two bracelets, a silver belt and silver sequined 4" strappy sandals completed my ensemble. Wet look red lipstick to match my nails and another dusting of Chanel and I was ready to go meet my "date". I not only thought I looked hot but knew it, sexy but classy. As I pulled up to the hotel to park my car the valets were all jockeying for rights to open my door. As the young man opened my door I pivoted in my seat slipping my long legs out and letting my tight skirt ride up high enough to give him a glimpse of my stocking tops. He struggled to bring his eyes up from my legs even when I stood up and handed him the keys. I pulled a couple of dollars out of my black and silver clutch purse to give him and he mumbled that I didn't need to tip him, he was happy to help me anyway he could. I walked into the bar swinging my hips making my ass undulate looking around for my date. Damon spotted me and quickly came to the front of the bar and escorted me back to his table with a hand on the small of my back. We chatted a bit, flirted a lot, drank perhaps too much (at least me) and even danced to a couple of songs before Damon invited me up to his room. I agreed as that was the reason I was meeting him in the first place. Damon escorted me to the elevator, his hand in the middle of my back grazing the top of my ass as we walked. There was another couple waiting for the elevator with us. Both gentlemen allowed us ladies to enter first then they joined us in the cramped space. The other couple got off on the 3rd floor but my guy's room was on the 11th. Once the other two got off the lift and the doors closed, Damon put his arms around me from behind and pulled me back against him. I could feel that he was as excited as I was with his erection pushing into my ass and back. His hands were roaming over my taunt stomach and up to my breasts while he was nibbling on my neck. I was so hot! The doors opened and Damon led me to his room, opened the door and let me into a nice upscale bedroom. It wasn't a suite but there was and an adjoining room with the door closed. His hand, now firmly on my ass directed me to the king size bed. We sat on the bed and his hands started roving over my legs, breasts, back and ass. He kept telling me how hot he thought I looked and how horny he was and that he was going to make sure this was a night I would never forget! Damon stood up, dropped his pants and briefs to the floor and stood directly in front of me with his nice 7" cut cock right at my face level. On hindsight I think this is about when he changed from being the gentleman to be very dominant. Damon instructed me to suck his cock. I eagerly reached out and took his throbbing cock in my hand. Bending my head down I licked the tip of his manhood and followed that with running my tongue up and down the length of his shaft. Next I looked up at him as I slowly wrapped my painted red lips around the head of his dick and slid down the length taking him entirely into my mouth and throat. Damon groaned and put two hands in my hair and started working his shaft in and out of my mouth using it as a receptacle for his pleasure. Since when I am dressed I am submissive in nature this was a real turn on for me. As Damon continued fucking my mouth he started talking dirty to me. Calling me a sexy slut, telling me he can't wait to take my ass, even saying to me that he knows I want a cock in my mouth and ass at the same time. All this talk just built the excitement for me. I'd even wondered what it would feel like to be filled from both ends at the same time but never had the courage to try to make it happen. Damon eventually pushed me backwards on the bed and crawled up into almost a 69 position with him on top. He kept filling my mouth with his big cock while his hands wandered up and down my legs. My legs involuntarily parted for him as I was moaning on his cock. He kept telling me I needed a dick in my ass and mouth at the same time. Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, flipped me over and started groping my ass. As Damon was working my ass over he was now asking me if I wanted a cock in my mouth and ass at the same time. He continued talking dirty to me as he unzipped my skirt and pulled it down off my legs tossing it on the chair. Although he remarked how sexy I was in my slip it wasn't very long before it joined my skirt in the chair. Damon was really working my ass with his strong hands. He told me to take my blouse off before he ripped it off of me. I quickly started unbuttoning my top but almost tore it myself when he slid a wet finger into my rectum. I jumped pretty hard as I wasn't prepared for that to happen yet. He just laughed and again told me I should have a dick in my mouth and that way I couldn't yelp. He kept saying you'd like that wouldn't you slut and such. When I had my top off he told me to stand and turn around so he could see the entire package. I did as he wished. Here I was in a room with a man I hardly knew dressed in panties, garter belt, nylons, bra and high heels acting like a stripper on her brass pole. When I had my ass to him he reached up and grabbed my waist with both hands pulling me back towards him. Again he said, "You want a dick in your mouth and ass at the same time, don't you bitch?" When I didn't answer he slapped my ass hard enough to make me jump again and I'm sure leave his hand print on my right cheek. Damon said "Answer me slut, I've asked you a question." With that he gave my left cheek a ringing slap. Not enjoying having my pert ass spanked, I answered him, yes; I'd like to have your cock in my mouth and ass at the same time. I didn't think anything about it at that time, just thought it was dirty talk. With that Damon pulled my panty aside again and pushed his finger into my ass again. He started working it in and out and it was beginning to feel really good. I felt extremely sexy dressed as I was and this big strong guy wanting me so bad that he wanted to put his cock in my mouth and ass at the same time. I felt a cool liquid running down the crack of my ass and came to the realization that Damon was applying some lube to his finger. He kept working his magic finger in and out and then slipped a second finger past my sphincter muscle. This was tight and hurt a little but he kept working it until it felt better and better. I was grinding my ass back to his fingers and he kept up the dirty talk calling me his slut and two cock bitch. He pulled both fingers out and I felt empty and must have whined a little because he said "don't worry bitch, a good slut should get what she wants and deserves." He tore a condom open and put it on his raging hard on. With that done he dribble some lube all over his big cock and pulled me down onto his lap. He pushed my back forward and put the head of his cock at my anal entrance. With a slight raise of his hips he pushed the head into my tight passage. Damon kept pushing his cock up into me until he was fully in me. I felt really full but it didn't hurt too much. Damon had me rise up and lower down on his cock making me fuck him faster and faster. He kept telling me that I was a sexy slut and that I needed lots of cock. Anytime I didn't answer him he gave one of my ass cheeks a good solid slap which made me answer in a hurry. Damon lifted me off of his prick and told me to lie on my back on the bed. He said he was going to make sure I got everything I wanted. He grabbed my feet and pulled me to a corner of the bed leaving my ass hanging of the end of the bed and my head of the side of the bed. Damon then put my legs on his shoulders and pushed his cock deep into my ass. He started fucking me with reckless abandon. I loved every minute of it and was trying my best to fuck him back by rotating my hips and clenching my butt. I was moaning loudly when he again asked, "You want a dick in your mouth while I'm fucking your ass?" Knowing my already red ass would get another smack I answer "Yes, yes I want your cock in my mouth and ass at the same time." Next thing I know there was a large dick hanging over my face and Damon and the owner of this big cock are high fiving. Damon said to the new guy "I told you she was hot and would be up for it." And to me he said "You wanted a cock in your mouth while I am fucking you so start sucking slut." With that he started spanking my ass until I reached out and put the strangers cock in my mouth. Damon then said "I told you I would give you what you want." The cock in my mouth started to get hard and it was longer and thicker than the one fucking my ass. I was happy that it was in my mouth and not in my ass. I guess it was about 8" long and quite thick. Damon was really pounding my ass now and I was getting into being double stuffed once I got over being scared. The guy in my mouth, I heard Damon call him Richard, wasn't too rough as he let me suck him and guide the pace. Damon was fucking me so hard now that it felt like his cock was in my stomach. Damon shoved my legs almost to my head, buried himself deep into my bowels and erupted into the condom. He shot several loads of cum into the condom, let my legs down and then pulled his cock from my well fucked bottom. Richard had been in my mouth for 5-10 minutes and massaging my fake tits and stomach all this time. When Damon pulled out, so did Richard. I was a limp rag on the bed but still felt incredibly sexy dressed and fucked as I was. Richard walked around the bed and high fived Damon again. He said, "Man you really fucked this bitch good, look at her hole gapping open. She really likes the cock." He picked up one leg then the other and started running his hands up and down my nylon cover legs. I should have known what was going to happen next but wasn't thinking. Next thing I felt is the head of his big cock against my sphincter muscle and him trying to push it into me. I cried out, "Stop, you aren't wearing a condom, you're too big, I'm too sore." Richard replied that he had a condom on and I would love it, I couldn't leave him this way. He also said we will get a dick in your mouth so don't worry. He kept pushing until he forced that big cock into my sore ass. I yelped in pain and clenched my ass tight. I was trying to push him off of me but he was too big. Damon came back from the bathroom and stuck his cock in my face and told me to suck it or else. I knew I'd get an ass beating if I didn't do as he said so I opened my mouth as Richard continued forcing his monster cock up my backdoor chute. Richard had about half his cock in me and started fucking me slow and easy. Damon had his balls lying across my nose and his whole cock in my mouth. Both the guys kept commenting that I was a good piece of ass that really liked having two cocks in me at the same time. Every tenth stroke or so Richard would go a little deeper into my dark passage. After about 5 minutes of slow fucking he was complete inside me. Another couple of minutes of slow fucking and my ass muscles started to relax and his big cock was beginning to feel good. Damon started really fucking my mouth telling me how hot I looked with a cock in my mouth and ass. It wasn't long until Damon was squirting a large load into my mouth. Swallowing was something that I had never done but I wasn't given much choice as Damon had two hands full of hair and his cock almost down my throat when he erupted. Once Damon was done shooting into my mouth he pulled out and I thought went back to the bathroom. It was about this time that Richard started hammering my butthole. Since I had loosened up it was feeling good and I was moaning out load. He had me almost bent in half and I guess I was being kind of loud because Richard said, "This slut needs a cock in her mouth." I thought he was talking out loud or to Damon but then all of sudden there is not one but two huge black cocks slapping me in the face and I'm being told in no uncertain terms to get my mouth around one of them. These two guys (Ty and Charles) must have been in the adjoining room with Richard. I didn't respond quickly enough and I now have my ass which is already full of cock being slapped by two black men at the same time. I open my mouth and am able to get about half of Charles cock into my mouth. Ty takes one of my hands and puts it on his cock telling me to jack him off. His cock is by far the largest of the group. Bigger than anything I've ever seen in person both in length and girth. Richard is laughing crazily as he pounds my ass. I see Damon sitting in a chair and hear him say I told you I was going to make sure you got everything you could want. Richard is really working deep in my bowels, grinding and rotating his hips until he fills his condom and pulls out. There isn't even a moments hesitation after Richard pulls out, Charles pulls out of my mouth, wraps his cock in a condom, flips me over to where I am on all fours. I'm begging him not to fuck me, telling him he can cum in my mouth. His answer is, "I'll fuck you and cum where I want slut." Before I can respond Ty is slapping his monster cock in my face. Charles starts smacking my ass telling me you better get some of that black cock in your mouth bitch. I can barely get Ty's cock head in my mouth. I mean it seems huge. Charles has a couple of fingers in my rectum and is stretching me open. It isn't long before he pulls his fingers out and brings his big tool to my back door. I don't think there is any way that thing is going to fit into me when I feel the head pop into me. I tried to scream around Ty's dick but can hardly get anything out. I'm trying to scoot forward to get away from Charles assault but by doing that I am pushing forward onto Ty's monster cock. Charles isn't exactly patient in pushing his big cock into me. At least he was generous with the lube. It felt like I was being split in two but he kept pushing in deeper. Charles would pull out an inch and push in two. He kept this up until I think he was all the way in my ass and then he start to fuck. Wish there was another word for it because he was like an animal rutting. He was pounding away at my ass thinking of nothing but his own pleasure. At some point Ty pulled his log out of my mouth. I'm not sure how long Charles screwed me, I may have even passed out, but eventually he came. I could feel his big cock pulsing in my bowels and was afraid that with the copious amounts of sperm he was shooting that the condom would break. When Charles was done he just pulled out and walked away. I collapsed onto my stomach. I wanted to get up but wasn't sure my legs would hold me. I must have been delirious as I had forgotten about Ty, but he hadn't forgotten about me. He grabbed me by the ankles and flipped me over. He said, "When I'm done with you, you won't walk right for a week." With that said, he put my ankles over my head and pushed his plum sized head against my already stretched asshole. He was holding his cock in one hand and my legs over my head in his other while he forced that thing into my butt. If I though Charles was splitting me in half, Ty felt like a Louisville Slugger baseball bat being pushed into my hole. I was screaming and crying. Somebody stuffed a cock in my mouth, it was either Damon or Richard as it was a white cock. Ty just kept working his big black cock deeper into my bowels. At some point, I'm not sure if he ever got entirely in me, he started stroking in and out of my ass. There is no describing the feeling of having something like that up in your intestines or the pain associated with a dick this size. Last Time Cross Dressing Regardless, it didn't matter to Ty as I was just a receptacle for his monster cock. He fucked me hard and relentlessly until he was satisfied. Whomever was in my mouth had finished and cum in my mouth a good 15 minutes before Ty was satisfied. When Ty pulled out if felt like a truck had driven out of my rectum. I felt relief and strangely longing but not for something that big again. The four guys told me to get dressed and get out. They did allow me to use the bathrooms and I cleaned myself up the best I could. I had blood on my rectum, my makeup was ruined and at some point my beautiful panties had been ripped off of me. I'm sure the young man at the valet desk was a lot less impressed when I half stumbled and half walked bow-legged to the stand to give him my claim check. I don't think he desired me anymore. That was the end of my dressing as a woman. Ty was right, I did walk funny for quite a while. While the element of danger and unknown was always part of the excitement I found out that It can be a scary and dangerous world out there. I consider myself lucky that they all wore condoms and only a couple came in my mouth. Last Time, First Time After living together for nearly five years in the same tiny apartment, Patrick and I were about to become a "legal" couple and finally marry. Our parents were definitely relived by our decision, and wanted to throw a huge wedding and an even larger party for us. Fortunately, Patrick and I were a bit more rational, and eventually convinced them that we would be happy with a simple civil ceremony with just immediate family and close friends as witnesses, and that if they wanted to spend a lot of money, they should instead put it toward a down payment on a house – after all, after living together for so long, we really had everything we needed to make a house a home. They did, and we bought a small "starter home" in the suburbs shortly thereafter. The evening before the marriage ceremony, Patrick and I went ate dinner at a favorite local steak restaurant, something we did only once every few months to celebrate something important; clearly, the upcoming marriage ceremony was "something important." Afterward, we drove past our new home, pausing to gaze upon it fondly as we held hands and thought of the myriad memories to soon be made within its walls, then drove back to our apartment for our final night there as an "illegal" couple. "You'd better enjoy fucking me tonight," I quipped as Patrick parked the car. "This is the last night you'll be inside me with me being your fiancée!!!" As soon as he had shut off the engine, Patrick groped my left thigh en route to my crotch, squeezing roughly, possessively. In the light of the nearby streetlamp, I saw the glimmer of deviousness in his eyes, the wicked grin spreading across his lower face. Apparently, my words had ignited something within him, triggering a very welcome change. He had slipped into his tiger persona, which was itself causing me to slide into my tigress persona. I felt the change washing over me as my lips curled upward in response to his expression and his actions between my thighs. Somehow, we were able to make it into our apartment without causing a scene. While Patrick closed and locked the door, I turned on the lights long enough to turn on the stereo to something loud, and light the dozen or so pillar candles scattered around the edges of the living room. Then he turned off the lights. We kicked off our shoes and took off our jewelry, then we met in the center of the living room. The primal combat was about to begin. I seized my tiger roughly, tipping my head upward to kiss him violently. He practically bear hugged me, forcing the air from my lungs even as his tongue dove deep into my mouth, causing me to squeal in surprise with my scant remaining breath. I wondered if he could feel my nipples, already as hard as pebbles, pressing against him through our clothing. I loved it when he held me so tightly against him, crushing my tits between us, and I responded by sliding across his lengthening cock. I broke the kiss, gasping for air, but his mouth continued the attack. One hand reached up and grabbed a fistful of my hair, painfully yanking my head back and exposing my pale throat. I love to have him bite me hard enough to leave teeth marks upon me for days, but he instead laved my neck with his tongue while he maintained the terrible pressure on my scalp. My body quivered in his arms as a low growl rumbled past my parted lips. My fingers curled into his back in instinctive response, my recently-cut fingernails now short enough that his thin shirt might have been enough to prevent me from scratching or hurting him... for the moment. "That remark you made in the car," he whispered hotly in my ear with husky breath, just loud enough to be barely heard above the Lords of Acid CD that had been left in the stereo, "I was thinking the very same thing all throughout dinner." Releasing my hair, his lips descended upon mine again, and the clash was beautiful. Our teeth clanked together, our tongues jousted, and animalistic growls rose from our throats as we groped each other, our hips making prominent humping movements even though our difference in height and our clothing meant that we could not truly fuck each other... yet. This was not love. This was not romance. This was not passion. This was not desire. This was not even lust. This was a primeval combination of all those elements, no longer able to be contained, threatening to explode – an all-consuming luxuria blossoming with the speed and power of a detonated nuclear warhead. He suddenly released me, and before my mind realized what was happening and attempted to react, he threw me to the floor and was pouncing on me even before I had landed upon the carpet. The small white plastic buttons snapped from their threads and shot haphazardly in various directions as, with a throaty animalistic rumble, my tiger grabbed the collar of my blouse and yanked the two sides of the garment apart, exposing my upper breasts to the slightly-cool air of the apartment. While most people in this situation would first and foremost attempt to defend themselves, I instead grabbed his head and smothered his face against my chest, yelping as he bit into my left breast just above the lacy cup of my bra; from the pain, I instinctively knew that I would proudly sport a bruise from this bite for at least a few days. Wresting his head from my grasp, Patrick rose up on stiffened arms. Although I was unsure what he had in mind next, I quickly rose with him, and succeeded in surprising him and rapidly rolling him to his back upon the carpet. My hands gripping his shoulders, I ground myself fiercely against him. He responded with feral kisses, wrapping his legs around me, trapping me to him. He manhandled my ass, helping me to hump him as I grunted aloud with each descent upon his body. I was wet – so very wet. Although I had never done it before, I felt as if I could squirt with such power that I would be airborne... and my tiger had yet to touch me between my legs since the possessive groping of my crotch in the car. We continued to devour each other as his hands suddenly took on a new task: removing my buttonless, now-useless blouse, working in such a frenzy that I heard the material actually rip, but I did not care. The white garment had just barely been shoved past my wrists when I felt the telltale fumbling at my back. Purposely making this a little more difficult for him, I rose up on stiffened arms, positioned my crotch directly over his, and humped him as fast and as hard as I could, sweating with effort and panting loudly between moans of delight as my clit was pleasured – albeit indirectly, due to the clothing – by his meaty cock. As expected, he faltered, allowing me to support myself with one hand and use my other hand to expose his chest, yanking at his black shirt and sending those buttons scattering as they were snapped from their threads. Just as I felt my bra suddenly loosen, I ground my clit against him one more time, and screamed as my cum soaked my skimpy black thong. I collapsed upon him, my body spasming uncontrollably as my fingers clawed at his shoulders and the carpet. Even with the music playing loud enough to cause the floor to vibrate, every cell of my body rocked with the vehement might of The Big One hitting California, decimating all coherent thought as I screamed myself breathless. Somehow, while I had lost control of my own body, my tiger had shoved me off him and positioned me on my hands and knees, for I suddenly felt my blue denim skirt bunched up around my hips and my bra sliding to the floor, the straps "trapped" around my wrists. I was still panting loudly with my own heartbeat thundering in my ears when I felt the drenched crotch of my thong being pulled aside. In one swift, possessive motion, my tiger speared me. We yowled together like rutting felines. My tits swinging wickedly beneath me, I backed against his cock as hard as I could, setting a savage rhythm which he matched almost immediately. He leaned forward, his large, strong, work-hardened hands ensnaring my tits like a pair of toothed vices, his fingers curling in on my hot, sensitive flesh to hurt me again. Using his painful grasp on my tits as leverage, my tiger rutted deep into my body, claiming me as he roared his ownership of me to the world. Tears of pleasure and pain rained upon the carpet as I wrawled accordingly, yet I kept up the frenetic pace, slamming my ass back against him. We fucked each other with such wild abandon that his cock felt as if it was scalding the inside of my body, setting my pussy aflame. Then my body tried to extinguish that blaze. My cum surrounded the massive cock spearing me. My arms gave out, and I collapsed upon the carpet, my voice growing quickly hoarse as I proclaimed my primal pleasure to the world. But my tiger was not done with me yet. He mercifully released my tits, but then spanked me hard several times before grabbing my hips and fucking me even harder and deeper. I was clawing at the carpet yet again as he simply made use of my body, grunting loudly with each dominating thrust as he tried desperately to hold back the imminent climax of the evening. Just as I lifted myself up on my shaky arms, it happened. With a thunderous sound unlike any I have ever heard, his molten urges erupted deep inside me, renewing and reinvigorating my own primal cries. He fell forward onto my sweaty back, his arms wrapped around my torso and seizing me uncontrollably as his yowl ricocheted in my ear and his body trembled violently both within and upon me. Several seconds later, my arms collapsed again. It was another few minutes later that he finally disengaged from me, allowing our joined cum to at last spill from me as he lay beside me on the floor and held me close, mauling my highly-strung body long into the night and causing my spirit to soar... ***** Our parents, two of Patrick's co-workers, and my best friend and her visiting niece were all in attendance at the marriage ceremony. Despite being late-morning on a Friday, we were all dressed as if we were attending a semi-formal dinner party. As we walked into the courthouse, I was just thankful that a full-body inspection is not required prior to marriage; otherwise, Patrick would have been arrested on suspicion of domestic violence due to the many markings from the past few nights hidden underneath my dress. Then again, I had marked him a bit as well, as I had realized that morning as we were showering together. Following the ceremony, we went out for lunch – my father's treat. Unfortunately, Patrick's co-workers both needed to return to the office while the rest of us enjoyed a Chinese buffet. It was a very low-key affair despite the significant life-changing step of becoming a married couple, but, while my parents in particular seemed a little disappointed still that Patrick and I were not having a big church wedding as they had hoped since before my birth, nothing detracted from the solemness of the day. Following lunch, while our families and friends returned home to have an early start to the weekend, my husband and I drove to our house. Our new home was only sparsely furnished and decorated, but it was more than adequate for our first night as a "legal" couple. Traditionalist that he often is, Patrick insisted upon carrying me across the threshold, a romantic gesture that set the tone for the rest of the day. The afternoon passed slowly. We first lovingly undressed each other, taking our time, almost always caressing and kissing each other. Then we made our way to the bathroom, drawing a hot bubble bath which we shared until the water turned cold and our skin caused us to resemble raisins. Ultimately, we returned to the bedroom, where the bottle of herbal-scented massage oil was put to very good use for the several hours until dinnertime. It was with some sadness that we finally dressed so that we could go out for dinner. This time, however, it was just the two of us, and neither of us wanted to do anything formal. So we drove, finding ourselves at a hole-in-the-wall barbeque place near the ocean, making a true mess of ourselves as we savored the tasty fare. It was our first visit to that particular establishment, and – while it was perhaps one of the most unromantic places we could have eaten – certainly not our last. As the sun slowly sank toward the water, we walked along the beach, arm-in-arm, practically oblivious to the many people around us. At the end of the beach proper, we strolled along the semi-wooded trail leading to the next beach, passing only a few other couples also enjoying the cool evening. We bought ice cream cones and strolled back along the trail toward the first beach and our old beat-up Volkswagen Rabbit, heading toward our first night together as a married couple. Once home again, I asked Patrick to wait for me in the living room. Some ten minutes later, I emerged from the bedroom, wearing only a black fishnet bra and g-string set I had bought earlier in the week, and my ring. I had applied his favorite cherry-flavored lip gloss and added just a hint of perfume to each wrist and behind each ear. In my absence, he had lit a single candle in the living room, its pine scent quite noticeable in the air, and removed his dinner-stained t-shirt to reveal his well-sculpted torso and arms. My husband made a move to stand, but I motioned for him to remain seated upon the sofa. Slowly, I sauntered toward him, twirling twice for him knowing how much he enjoys admiring my body. Upon reaching the sofa, I straddled him, my fingers entwining behind his neck as his arms enveloped me. "Last night, you fucked your fiancée silly," I whispered softly, looking deep into his eyes, into his soul. "Tonight, your wife wants to make love to you." "My thoughts exactly," he acknowledged with a smile. "Slow and sweet and romantic." Our lips joined, and I heard his murmur of approval upon tasting the cherry upon my lips. The kiss lingered, lengthened, extended, as his hands gently caressed me with the cautious wonder of a teenage boy exploring a girl's body for the very first time. When at last I needed to stop and breathe, I buried my face in his neck, gasping happily, feeling admired, cherished, loved. "My sweet, beautiful wife," he whispered, and my heart seemed to grow both larger and warmer within the confines of my chest. I licked his neck, short and quick strokes of the tongue like a kitten lapping at a bowl of water, his sigh encouraging me to continue. He tipped his head backward, exposing more of his neck to me, and I licked toward his throat, moving upward underneath the chin, noting the rough texture created by the short, pointed stubble which had grown there since the morning. Through it all, his hands continued to explore my body, one hand finally moving to my chest to heft and fondle a hard-tipped breast. I mewed softly between licks, and he squeezed my breast gently in a slow, steady, respectful rhythm. With one hand gripping his shoulder, my other hand moved slowly down his chest to his shorts, stroking and squeezing the solid manhood hidden within. I felt and heard him kick off his sandals, then felt his other hand reach between my thighs, causing me to gasp softly into his neck as he discovered my moist arousal. Words definitely were not needed for us to communicate how we felt for each other that historic night, how we had felt for nearly seven years. In the dim light provided by the lone pine-scented candle, we gazed into each other's eyes, slowly masturbating each other through the clothing. For a long time, our only sounds were occasional gasps or whimpers or moans. "Who knew," he finally whispered in my ear, "that when you moved to the neighborhood in high school, that one day I would be the one honored to call you my wife?" I kissed Patrick's forehead, rising up on my knees upon the sofa to place my chest at the level of his face. He took the silent cue and took a breast in each hand, kneading each swell lovingly, gently kissing each breast through the bra. Cradling his head to my chest, I sighed happily, my eyes closed as I focused on the sensations surging through my entire being, fully aware of the love filling the living room, filling the house. ...trickling down my thighs, in part due to his manipulations just moments earlier. I thought of our relationship, of how it had begun. My father having been transferred here just after the end of my junior year of high school, I felt completely alone – no siblings, and no relatives whatsoever on the west side of the Mississippi River. This muscular boy from the neighborhood – Patrick – had seen me as I was washing my mother's car, and had stopped to chat... and instantly, I felt as if I truly did belong here. By the time classes had started again, we had become rather close friends, and were dating by Thanksgiving. When I turned eighteen on Prom Night, he had taken me to one of the area beaches for a moonlight stroll, to a well-secluded area between centuries-old boulders which the city planners had decided to leave in their natural state, and he made love to me repeatedly until we had exhausted his supply of condoms. Less than two weeks and another box of condoms later, I had begun taking birth control pills, which came in quite handy once we moved in together during that summer, despite our parents' wishes. This was somewhat like our first intimate experience together... only inside and a bit more comfortable. It was just as groundbreaking for me, even though I unfortunately would not bleed for Patrick on this occasion. I wanted him inside me. I needed to feel his eyes and his hands upon me as he probed inside my body. I longed to quiver around him as I cried out his name. But first, there was the clothing to be removed. My husband's hands reached up behind me and, with much more ease and dexterity this time, he unhooked my bra. I released my hold on his head long enough for him to push the straps off my shoulders and allow the supportive garment to flutter to the floor behind me, then I held him to my chest again, his lips affixed to my right breast, gently suckling the nipple as if I could feed him. "Yes..." I whispered, the pleasure from his lips and tongue sending sparks from nipple to clitoris. As he held me with one arm, he reached for my left breast, lovingly massaging it and creating yet another source of pleasure to send sparks to my clitoris. I gasped aloud as Patrick bit around the nipple, although not nearly as harshly as he had bitten me the previous night. His teeth slowly closed in upon the base of the nipple itself, increased the pressure on my sensitive nub, then pulled his head back, entrapping the nipple, causing explosions of delight to emanate from my breast and waves of passion to spill down my thighs. My body trembled as I gave in to his sweet, beautiful manipulations, a soft cry piercing the near-darkness of the living room. When he finally released the nipple, I sat back on my knees, still straddling him as he sat upon the sofa. I needed a moment to catch my breath, and Patrick simply held me, caressed me. It was a long, beautiful moment, simply being held in his strong arms, feeling his love surrounding me, feeling protected. Once I had calmed myself again, I slipped backward to the floor, and began unbuckling his belt. With Patrick's help, he was soon completely nude before me, his remaining clothing cast aside. His erection was already rather meaty and looked quite tasty. I took my time licking up and down his solid shaft, my fingers squeezing firmly around the base, looking up at his face and watching his various expressions of delight. He thoughtfully kept my hair away from my face, but did not otherwise attempt to control my actions. "You look so obscene like that," he whispered, "so wanton..." Then he gasped and shuddered as I engulfed him in my warm wet mouth and giggled around him, continuing to bathe him with my tongue. As I worked him, I worked myself, slipping a hand between my legs, stroking myself through the sodden g-string, causing me to whimper and moan softly around the invader in my mouth, which caused him to gasp and twitch and curl his fingers against my scalp, which somehow propelled me onward in my self-appointed task. It was a lewd circle, yet one which we both enjoyed heartily. Last Time I Fucked My Stepsister Sheila and I had been playing around as long as I can remember. She taught me, when we were both quite young, how to rub my penis until it was hard, or have her rub it, and then to slide it inside her. Seemed like we were doing it all the time. "screwing" we called it. "Hey Pat, you want to go screw?" she'd whisper to me when no one was home or it seemed like we probably wouldn't get caught. We never did get caught, but we definitely screwed a lot. She even had me put it up her ass once, both of us standing up inside our garage. Surprisingly, although I like anal a lot now, i remember not liking it so much then. Her ass was so tight it hurt a little to be in there. Of course, neither of us had any idea about lube - or about real sex or technique, for that matter. We were blundering along, experimenting with each other. Then came a time, as Sheila got older and sexier and had plenty of boyfriends, that she didn't want to screw her younger stepbrother anymore. I was bummed at first, of course, and tried for a long time to talk her into just one more time. And I spent a lot of time jerking off, thinking about her nice tits and tight pussy, just down the hall. But in time I got used to it. I came to accept that I'd no longer be screwing my stepsister. Until one night, something or someone got her horny, I guess, and left her unsatisfied. I've never learned what set her off that night. All I know is that she wanted her pussy licked. She said, "Pat if you eat me out, I'll let you screw me later." I'd never performed oral before, but she'd dropped hints that she liked it from time to time, so naturally I'd thought long and hard (and yeah, jerked long and hard) thinking about tasting her cunt. Didn't really know how, but definitely willing to give it a try. At the appointed time, we met in our shared bathroom. The whole family was home, but with our bedroom doors both locked we were pretty sure we wouldn't be interrupted. But hell, we were both so up for it I think we would have gone ahead with it, even if we were sure the whole family would have ended up watching. It was awkward and embarrassing at first, for both of us, but in the interest of honesty I'm going to relate it exactly as it happened. She sat on the toilet seat and pulled off her sweatpants and panties. We were both nervous and didn't really look each other in the eyes. She spread open her legs and asked me, "Do you know what to do?" I shrugged or mumbled something like "I think so," then I sidled up to her open gash on my hands and knees. I'd never looked at this closely, even all those times we'd screwed, but I'm sorry to say I didn't look at it and appreciate as much as I should have, as much as I wish I had. I just wanted to please her, to make her feel good...always with the hope and promise that I'd get my cock inside her once again, sometime that night. So I gave it a lick. And recoiled. And probably said something to voice my disgust. Her pussy was sour, it tasted horrible. I told her as much, and although she was embarrassed she seemed to know what was wrong and what to do about it. (I've never confirmed this, but I suspect her sourness was due to poor piss-wiping practices, either that particular day, or maybe habitually. At the time, of course, I had no idea what was wrong) She turned on the warm water in the tub, ran a few inches worth of it, then climbed in and sat down. She scooted up close to the running water, putting her feet up on either side of the faucet and spreading her knees wide, and began washing herself. It was no doubt one of the sexiest things I've ever seen. I didn't take my cock out and start to rub it, as I stood their watching her, because I would have been far too embarrassed to ever let her see that. But I sure wish I had. She finished, confident that everything was better down there now. I wasn't so sure, I was a little bit more nervous now and I definitely didn't want to taste anything like that again. I think I was thinking at this point that that was just how pussy tasted - and that splashing some water on it couldn't possible help much. Thankfully she proved me wrong. She pulled on a flannel nightgown, ankle length, no panties. And asked me to climb up inside. She was standing in front of the mirror, brushing her hair. Her legs were spread, making her look like she was going into a slight squat, but other than that, from the waist up, she was trying to look like nothing was going on, just hairbrushing. I climbed up between her legs, and approached her pussy with my face. She had wispy brown hair all around it, in the classic sexy V-shape, but her lips and vulva were smooth, hairless and wet. I gave it a lick, trailing my tongue up from the bottom of the slit to the top. I had no idea what I was doing, no clue to technique, but it was clear that the simple elements of tongue, saliva and pink pussyflesh were enough, or close enough, to make this exploration well worth it for both of us. And it tasted so much better. I could see now she'd been absolutely right, whatever it was she was washing off in the tub. She tasted clean and sharp and slightly viscous, and I knew then it was a taste I'd love forever. Looking up, through the nightgown that was covering both of us, I could see her face. The hairbrush was paused in midair by the side of her head. Her eyes were half closed and her mouth was open, and she was breathing deeply and heavily. And this whole view was framed, from my low perspective, by the twin pert mounds of her perfect breasts. It was probably the second sexiest thing I've ever seen. At about that time, she spoke for the first time since I'd started eating her. "Suck," she said. I know now that she was talking about her clit, but I'm afraid I didn't know anything about the existence of the clitoris then. I knew about exactly one female sex organ: the all-encompassing vagina. Assuming that's what she meant, I opened my mouth wide, and covered all of her vagina. Then I softly began sucking on it, still licking up and down. I guess it was good enough. She began trembling all over. Her thighs squeezed against my head. She began rubbing her breasts with one hand, the one not holding the hair brush, through her flannel nightie. This unfortunately closed off my view, from down there, of her face, so I missed my first chance to see my sweet stepsister's face as she orgasmed. She reached down, pulling me out and up to a standing position in front of her. She smiled and hugged me and said, "We're gonna do everything." Well she didn't quite live up to the promise, and in fact I recognized it at the time as a line from a porno we'd both watched together, a year or two prior. So I took it with a grain of salt. What I got was good enough for me. She took my hand, led me into her bedroom. She pulled off her nightie and laid down. I stumbled and fumbled and got naked. I came over to her, standing beside the bed, and looked her over. It was dark by then, and very dark in that room, but I could see a lot of her by the light still on in the bathroom. She was lithe and tight, with perfect tits and a pussy still visibly wet from its recent tongue-lashing and orgasm. I climbed on top of her. She reached down, gripped my penis and guided it toward her hole. Just outside, just barely touching her lips, she paused and smiled up at me. "Wanna screw?" she asked. Then I slid into my sweet stepsister Sheila's tight pussy, still to this day the tightest and best pussy I've ever fucked. I paused, when I was about halfway in her, to marvel and enjoy how tight she was and how good she felt. It's a sensation I remember clearly, have always and will always remember clearly. I even coined a name for it, alone in my musings; I called it "pussy-squeeze" - the feeling of being utterly surrounded and encased in tight, wet, hot, muscular vagina. I thought it would always feel this good, with every girl and woman I fucked - and don't get me wrong, it's always good. But it's never been that tight again, or felt as good as it did that last time thrusting in and out of my stepsisters tight cunt. I moved slowly at first, then faster. Sheila laid still, her eyes closed, softly biting her lower lip. I slid almost all the way out of her, to where my head was just barely still inside her lips...then rocked forward until I was buried inside her. I fucked her like that for a while, alternating between closing my eyes and reveling in the indescribably good feeling, and opening my eyes to watch her, to study her face for signs of pleasure. Still biting her lip, breathing a bit heavier now, she said, "It's good, it feels so good. I'm gonna cum again." She arched her back then, and sighed, and opened her eyes and looked into mine. "It feels so good when you screw me, Pat. Screw me harder and cum in me." She wrapped her arms and legs around me, and rode with me as I thrust more urgently into her. She put her mouth on mine and began exploring me with her tongue. I kept fucking her, harder. She broke the kiss to gasp, "Screw me good. Screw your big stepsister. Cum in my pussy." That was enough for me. I felt the pressure well up through my balls, actually felt the crest of it surging toward my thrusting cock head. We didn't think about pregnancy, or about the taboo of anything we were doing, let alone unprotected massive internal cumloads. We were both helplessly engrossed by then, her with the need to feel me blasting cum inside her, and me with the need to cum. Just as I felt it leave my body, I pushed her down, flat on her bed. This time my mouth was on hers, my tongue in her mouth. And I unloaded into her; three, four maybe five distinct hard blasts of semen. She moaned and tightened all around me (both on my legs and torso, and internally, on my cock) with each surge. I could feel it filling her up, filling her pussy to capacity and overflowing, down her ass and onto the bed. We lay there panting, occasionally kissing, while my dick grew soft inside her. Sometime later I crept back into my bed. I think we both knew that was going to be our last time. But if she were here in front of me, right now, I'd screw her again. Last Time with Carole This true steamy story is the sequel to "Black Betty" _________________________________________________ In my story "New Year's Eve in the Snow", I told the true story of the first night I spent with Carole. Fifteen years later, our relationship, which was based not on love, but only on companionship and great, frequent sex, which had dropped from five or six times every day to once a night, was coming to natural end when I met Val and fell totally in love with her. Carole and I lived in separate villages several miles apart, though I kept many belongings at Carole's house and after we had called it a day, I arranged to go round for the evening and pick my things up. When I arrived at Carole's small one bedroom cottage, she had obviously spent a lot of time on her appearance. She rarely wore make up as she has good skin and looks good without cosmetics - A feature that many women would die for. Her body is as good as when she was in her teens - she's slim and firm and never needs to wear a bra, although she used to wear one when in her office so that her nipples weren't obvious under her blouse. When she opened the door, I saw that she had put a little eye shadow on and a touch of pink lipstick graced her lips. Rather than her usual T-shirt and jeans, she was wearing a slinky black dress that I had bought her when we first got together to go to a party at a stately home, given by a lord of the realm where she looked spectacular - Carole is a very good looking woman! She invited me in and I sat on the sofa in front of the fire where she brought me a drink. "Your things are in this box, Hans, your touthbrush, razor, a couple of CDs, a few photos you took of me naked when we were having fun at your house. I think everything of yours is here." Carole sat beside me and we reminisced about the good times, of how we used to play Black Betty with our friends after we'd got drunk at the pub which always ended up with about a dozen friends naked in my living room followed by rollicking, drunken sex amongst most of the participants, rarely with their usual partners. "How about a last time in front of the fire, Hans, Like our first time?" suggested Carole. "No, I mustn't, I'm true to Val these days." "Please. She'll never know." "No, I mustn't." "Please?" "No." "Just one last time?" My resolve was weakening, as I was afraid it would. Carole had never needed to seduce me with a striptease before as I have always been 'up for a a shag' and I thought I would like her to perform one as a departing thing to remember her by. "No, but I'll do a deal with you. If I put some music on, and you perform a sexy striptease in front of me, when it's finished you can check whether it has aroused me. If I've got a hard on, you can take my clothes off and you can do whatever you want with me for the rest of the evening, for old times sake only. But if I'm not aroused, it means that I don't fancy you anymore and I'll just leave." Her face lit up. "It's a deal." What Carole didn't know was that I have always fancied her, even if we had a argument and tonight, my knob was already straining the fly on my jeans. I chose a suitable track 'With or Without You' by U2, the first track on their 'Joshua Tree' CD and put it on the HiFi and as the music throbbed through the loudspeakers, Carole wroth her body dancing to the rhythm with her hips moving from side to side in time with the throb of the beat. At the end of the first verse, her perky little right breast was presented to me as the neck of the LBD came loose and she pressed the rock hard nipple between my lips. After a quick nibble, it was removed and she continued to dance. Her shoes were the first to be kicked off then her shoulders were flashed and covered again so I could see that there was nothing covering them under the Little Black Dress. As she danced, she untied the belt that was holding the wraparound dress closed. Her bare legs and thighs peeked through the gap between where she was holding the waist together with her hand and the knee high hem which would have given me an erection if I hadn't already got one and as the music came to a close, she opened the dress wide and dropped it to the floor revealing that she wasn't wearing underwear. "Has that aroused you?" "You'll need to check." Carole sat next to me and put her hand onto my lap. "I win! I want you to make love to me in every room in the house. Let's get you out of those clothes. I want you naked as well." Her fingers found my zip and pulled it down while I kicked off my shoes. She passionately kissed me as I fondled her tits and started pulling my sweatshirt up. Between us, we took all my clothes off as I put two fingers into her damp pussy, which told me that she was as turned on as I was and we moved to the hearth rug where she laid on her back with her arms and legs wide open waiting for me to spear her snatch with my cock. There was no foreplay, I just sank my knob right into her accommodating gash which was still fairly tight in spite of me fucking it probably twenty thousand times in the time we had spent together as well as my friends who had also used it a lot. In fact, I've calculated that in that time, I've probably pumped five or ten gallons of cum into that cunt over the years and used countless boxes of Kleenex to clean up. "I still enjoy you fucking me as much as I did on our first night together. It's a pity that we no longer get on." Carole gasped when she had finished cumming. "Now upstairs." I climbed the stairs and sat down on the top step. She followed me up and sat on my lap facing downstairs. As she sat down, her hand grabbed my cock and guided it into her pussy as she sat upon it. My arms enveloped her and her lovely little breasts found their way into my hands. Her hips wriggled as her cunt took my entire length into her until my glans pushed against her cervix. I leaned forward and nibbled the side of her neck. "I always love it in this position, and I think you do too. You always seem to be bigger and entirely fill up my pussy." She stopped speaking when I lowered my right hand to her pudenda and started tickling her clit with my middle finger. Her bum was raised and lowered as she bounced onto my cock. Soon her whole body was shuddering as another orgasm took hold."Good boy, now into the bedroom." "You planned this, didn't you?" I asked when I saw that the cover was already drawn back. Carole knelt beside the bed, slumped over it with her bum raised. I took the hint and knelt behind her as I pushed my cock into her very wet cunt that was waiting for it. "Of course, I was not going to let you get away from me without enjoying a last really good screw to remember you by. Now fuck me, hard." I did what she asked me to and she yelled several times as her cunt rippled with orgasms. "We built this house together, and I've just got enough energy to screw you in one last room - Kitchen table - Now." I extracted myself from Carole's pussy and supported her as we went downstairs where we went into the kitchen and she laid back on the table with her minge level with the edge. I knew exactly what she wanted having enjoyed this position with her many times. I lowered my head to her pussy and licked the folds of her labia as my nose tickled her unshrouded clit. My fingers entered her and massaged her G spot until she was on the point of cumming whereupon I swapped my fingers for my dick and fucked her until she came again. "I've just thought," she said "There's one more room I need you to fuck me in - Bathroom." I helped her clamber off the table and we moved to the bathroom, which is luckily downstairs. She lowered the lid on the lavatory and I sat back on it, remembering one of our favourite positions which we always referred to as a loo-job.. Carole straddled my legs ensuring that my cock was erect and able to slip into her waiting cunt. She shifted herself into position with my dong right inside her before repeatedly bouncing up and down on my dick so that the vibration massaged my enveloped cock. Her tits were hard against my chest as my hands supported her arse. With her arms lovingly round my back, we kissed passionately as she rode me to another orgasm. This time, the kisses of her mouth, the hardness of her nipples against my chest, the movement of her snatch and the contractions of her vagina combined to make me cum as well. I knew that I was spent as was she, so I dressed, gathered my box of belongings, thanked her for the good times, kissed her goodbye and drove out of Carole's life. Last Time You Fucked He knew this question was coming, as it usually did when he hung out with his single friends. Once the guys were several beers deep, the topic of his hot wife usually came up, and they weren't shy asking for details. Because he was usually drunk himself at this point, he had shared several dirty stories in the past. Ever since then, the others were relentless. "So Joe. Since you're the only one getting any on the regular, why don't you tell us about the last time you fucked that hot little wife of yours?" He considered the truth, taking a moment to select which details to divulge: He had made it home from work early, because traffic had been surprisingly light. His wife's car was already in the driveway. He was hopeful that she had started dinner already. When he walked in the door and was not greeted with the smell of food cooking, he had been disappointed. Then he became curious. She was not in the living room either, where she usually napped or watched tv in the evening. He went to the bedroom and slowly cracked the door. He noticed the steam heat coming from the open bathroom door - then he saw her. She was still soaking wet from the shower. But she wasn't standing at the closet, or drying her hair like she normally did after a shower. No, today, instead, she lay sprawled across the bed on top of her towel. Her legs were spread wide and he got a perfect shot of her glistening wet pussy. She was touching herself. One hand was rubbing her swollen little clit, and the other was fondling one of her breasts. Beads of water were still dripping down her tits and thighs. He took a moment just to take in the sight of her enjoying herself, still not realizing she was being watched. His big cock was starting to swell and press hard against his zipper. "Hey," The sound of his voice startled her. She jumped to cover herself. He smiled. "I can't believe I caught you masturbating," he said with a huge grin. "Come here." She sheepishly got on all fours, and began to crawl across the bed, to where he had sat down on the edge. "Come here." He grabbed a fist full of her wet hair with one hand, and put the other between her legs, and threw her over his lap. "You were a bad girl. You should have waited for me to get home." He gave her fat ass a good hard slap, leaving a perfect red handprint. "Oo!" She squealed. "Did you hear me?" Another hard SLAP! "Ahhh, I'm sorry!" She moaned. "You're SORRY??" *SLAP* "AHHH YES!" "No. I don't think so," he said playfully "I think I'm gonna have to punish you with this cock." Her face lit up and she bit her lip in anticipation. "Oh God," she groaned. He picked her up by the hips and threw her down on the bed. He grabbed her by the hips again and pulled her ass close to him. "Get ready baby." He teased the opening of her swollen pussy, rubbing his tip against her wetness. Then he plunged his thick, throbbing 8 inches into her tight little asshole. "AAAAHHHH!!" She screamed with pleasure at the top of her lungs. He gave her ass a few good pumps before sticking two fingers in her dripping wet cunt. "Ohh, baby. I love it when I feel myself inside you." He moaned and pressed harder against the back of her pussy, feeling his cock fill and stretch her ass. "Does that feel good?" He laughed as she winced in pain while he plunged deeper inside her, but she continued to moan in pleasure and beg for more. "Do you want more?" Her face was pressed down into the pillow, but he saw her nod and buck her hips harder up and down on his dick. He pulled out of her ass and suddenly buried his huge dick in her throbbing, dripping pussy. She screamed in delight as he slowly fucked her and rubbed her wet clit. He fucked her slowly and deeply until she was screaming that she couldn't take it any more. "I can't! I'm gonna cum!" She sceamed, and her legs began to shake. "No you aren't. Not yet." He pulled out and shoved his soaked cock back in her ass. She screamed again and rode his dick hard, switching back and forth between her ass and her pussy, always keeping her just on the edge of orgasm. Finally he asked, "Are you ready to cum?" She nodded violently and was able to whimper a "yes". "Alright baby," he dipped a finger in her wetness and then in her mouth. "You can cum now." He pounded her pussy deeper than ever and rubbed her clit in tight little circles. She screamed and screamed, her legs shook violently and her juices dripped down her legs. Her body went limp but he still pumped in and out of her slowly. "Did that feel good?" He smiled, with a laugh. She groaned happily, unable to really speak. "I'm not done." He thrust his huge dick back in her ass for one final time, pumping deeply, steadily, until his cum was oozing out her ass around him, dripping down her legs. He let out a satisfied sigh. *** He let out a sigh. He wasn't going to share any of this with the guys. It was his own to remember fondly. He did however, pull out his phone. "The other day, while I was asleep, she stole my phone and took these..." They gathered around and looked at the pictures. One was from right under her ass, showing just a sliver of glistening pussy, and all of her perfect bubble butt. The other was a frontal view, her tits pushed together, a drop of her juices running down her thigh. They let out groans of envy, while he smirked. The pictures said more than he ever could.