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Lost

By: Tiger 02



Within you, I lose myself... Without you I find myself wanting to be lost again. When we lay together, I get lost in your eyes, lost in your arms, lost in your embrace. I get so lost in your beauty, I freeze, and forget to breathe. But then there you are, you find me and with a smile guide me back to the moment we're sharing. There is nothing else. Just you and me. I find myself starring into your eyes with a grin. Within them I see stars, rise and fall, and finally I know what causes your eyes to shine and twinkle like they do. I finally know where the stars come from. As I hold you close to me, and whisper in your ear "how 'bout a massage?" I laugh as your eyes light up. Your cute little face brightens and I see your stunning smile. Suddenly, I know why the sky is blue, so it could complement your bright, beautiful eyes perfectly.

As I start to massage your back, I realize how much I love to move my hands over your small, sexy body. I love the way you feel so small in my arms, and how you tilt your head up to kiss me. I love the feeling of your smooth skin as I relax and soothe your muscles. I get lost in the contours of your back, the intoxicating smell of your body, and the soft smell of your hair. I stretch up along your body so I can caress your neck, gently easing some of my weight onto you. I cherish the way let out silent moans as I run my hands along your body, gently massage your neck, face, and head, marveling at your skin, in the candle light its so fair. And as I softly tug on your hair, and massage your scalp they way you love me to, my groin presses up against your amazing little butt. With a devilish smile, you realize how much I want you as my body gives my heart's thoughts away. You rock your hips slightly, and again I'm lost with you.

As we sit up, we hold each other closely. Our hearts speak to each other as we stare into each other's eyes. I hold you close to me, cherishing the feel of your small, soft, beautiful body against mine. You feel a thrill as your body presses up against my large pecs, firm stomach, and large shoulders and arms. Your sexy, smooth, firm legs brush up against my long, muscular legs. Looking into your eyes again, I beam a huge smile to you as I see an impish smile slowly spreading across your cute, pert little lips. Suddenly I feel you tugging my pants off and I gasp as you find and begin to play with my hard member. I wolfishly grin back to you as I pick you up and lay you onto the bed. Kissing and licking your body as I go, I slowly remove your pants and panties inch by delicious inch. Without ever breaking eye contact with you I smile as I crawl up your body towards your perfect little pussy. As I begin to lick your lips softly with the tip of my tongue, I fall deeper into being lost with you. 

I lick your pussy all over, just the way you love me to. Teasing here, tickling you there. Finally after building your desire and passion up, I give in and go straight for your clitoris, playing with it the way I love to. I flick it up and down, faster and faster as waves of pleasure roll over your body. You float along the waters of our love and passion as I drive you to orgasm faster and faster. You know how much I enjoy seeing you naked and pleasing you like this. However, you get almost as much pleasure knowing how much this is all turning me on, and how badly I want you. With a devilish grin you feel the wicked impulse to tease me and be such a naughty, bad, bad girl. Your thoughts are suddenly shattered as your hot body starts to come, hard. You get lost in the passion and pleasure as I hold you tight in my arms. I'm lost in the moment with you, knowing that it will never end. 

As you smile up at me dreamily through your half closed eye lids, I drink in the sexy sight of you. You say the magic words that make me wild with lust for you and I'm lost to my passion and love for you. As I slowly slide into you, and we become one, I find myself suddenly in the dark. Without you. 

I'm lost. I reach over and turn on a light only to find that you're not there. I was dreaming again. As I think about you with a smile, I long for you and my heart aches more than I can describe. Without you I feel lost in my familiar room. I know where I am and where I'm going, and yet I'm still lost. With a sad, heavy heart, I think about how long its been since I've gotten to talk to you. I rest with my hand behind my head, and stare up into the darkness. Yet all I can see is you. The darkness of my room pales to the heavenly deep, dark, star-filled infinite vista in your eyes. I miss you Allison. I love you Allison. I can't wait to make you laugh again. And again, I'm lost in my feelings for you. 

Lost



This is a requested continuation to my story Heat. You will find some spelling and grammar errors, if this bothers you please move on. 





A seriously numb hand woke Lilli. She lay still for a moment trying to figure out why in the world was she sleeping on the floor. 

Then the presence of a heavy arm around her and a warm body behind her helped her remember.

With a shriek she lunged to her hands and knees to scramble away on her strenthless fingers, only to be stopped by a strong hand clamping on the back of her neck and dragging her back. 

That hold and a strange bonelessness kept her in place as the owner of that warm body untangled itself. 

"What are you going to do to me?" She whispered to the carpet near her cheek. 

A chuckle answered her. "Whatever you need me to do little kitty." The voice was deep and rich like melted chocolate. It tickled over her skin and she fought off a shiver. 

The grip may have kept her immobilized but it didn't keep her from shaking like a leaf. What had she gotten herself into? 

"What's wrong kitten," After some scrambling the man lowered into her view. "Did I hurt you?" 

Relieved that it was a man in front of her, she burst into tears.

"sh..sh..sh.." He lifted her into his lap. "I know it's scary going into heat away from your pack, but it's ok, we were here for you."

The words only made her cry harder. "I don't understand what you're saying."

"Your pack should have explained things to you better."

"Pack?" She pulled away to look into the stranger's surprisingly beautiful green eyes. Confusion made it easier to forget she didn't know him. 

"Do you not call it a pack? We couldn't figure out what flavor of kitty you were." He reached out to brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Your family?"

She looked away. "I have no family, I was given up as a child." Lilli had always felt as if not being adopted was her fault. Surely she was to short, to unhappy, to solitary, her hair to puffy.

The sudden stillness in the arms around her shot alarm through Lilli and her eyes shot back to the man holding her. 

"You have no family?" Those pretty eyes grew wide and dark when she shook her head. 

"Oh god." He stood with her and set her on her own feet. "Honey, I'm sorry, if we'd known we would have handled things differently." Quickly he pulled a blanket from the couch and wrapped it around her. "How did you handle your other Heats? It must have been so hard for you."

For a long heartbeat she just started at him; he was attractive, some part of her thought. A strong bristled face, broad shoulders but the more he talked the less he made sense. "Nothing you are saying makes any sense to me. What are you talking about?"

Lilli watched as the man who looked so strong and stable stumbled slightly, staring at her like she was the one who'd changed forms. "God" he whispered.

Slowly he reached for her, like maybe she'd run from him, and gently took her arm to guild her to the couch where he sat next to her and hung his head for a while. His voice was soft and calm when he finally spoke. "Love, we assumed you knew..." He gathered up her hand. "I'm sorry, I wish I could have handled this differently."

Lilli took a careful breath. "Thank you, I think, but what are you talking about? What are you?" 

His hands shook slightly. "I'm not normally..." Sigh "Look, I'm not great at this kind of thing, but I know you need something now." Again he reached out and tucked that lock of hair behind her ear. "You saw what I was earlier....you are like me."

All the moisture left Lilli's mouth and she swallowed down a panicy sound. "H...how do you know?"

He stared hard into her eyes. "The burning need you've been feeling is called Heat. It's something our females go through; it's not something normal humans go though."

"Are you sure?"

The look in his eyes grew soft. "Yes baby, I'm 100% sure."

Now that sound Lilli had bit back escaped, her hands flying up to her mouth to keep everything else in as she fought to keep tears at bay. "Ok" She whispered. "Ok". 

For a long time she simply held herself. Weirdly that need growing in her calmed her. She looked up, eyes scared but determined. 

"What's your name? I can't just call you kitty."

He didn't know if she was trying to be funny, but he smiled for her. "Kieth"

Now she smiled weakly "Kieth the kitty." Which made him smile wider. 

He felt a bond click into place between them. Normally he tried to keep from connecting with many people, he had a job to do that often put people off. In this case he felt somewhat responsible for what had happened to the girl, and connecting to someone else would probably make her transition into her new life easier. 

"Go put some clothing on so I can take you to my alpha. He'll help us figure everything out."

Blue eyes came back up to his and he saw that need growing in her again, that she was lost as to what to do, what to say, how to act, how to tell him what she needed. 

"It's ok little Kitty, I'll take care of you." She stood and headed to the bedroom. 

"Lilli." She turned. If it occurred to her to wonder how he knew her name he couldn't tell. "Wear a skirt... no underwear." The desire he saw bloom in her eyes told him he'd said the right thing; it'd been a risk but it was worth it. 

While she dressed he moved about her kitchen looking for food for her, finding very little; the few normal things no one eats and her forgotten food from the night before. No wonder it took so long for him to be able to get his hands on her, she really did wait until she had no other options. With a shrug he plated up her chicken, cold fried chicken was almost better than warm anyway. 

She really was lovely, Keith thought when she quickly returned. A fluff of cinnamon colored hair curled around a delicate face and he knew that beneath her full skirt were hips that filled his hands nicely. 

"Eat." The stubborn, yet conflicted look she turned on him made him smile. "You have to eat. I'll make it worth your while."

Still it looked like she was going to fight him. Keith took her hand, lead her to the table and pushed down on the shoulders until she sat and the plate went down in front of her. "Eat". It pleased him that his strong voice made her pick up the chicken. 

Lilli had turned her attention to her unwanted food when she felt a touch on her knee. An undignified "Ep!" escaped her and she moved to put her food down and figure out what the heck Keith was doing under her table, which was the only way he could have touched her knee. 

"I'll stop if you don't keep eating." The table muffled what was meant to be a stern tone. The feeling of her skirt being pushed up her legs let her know what she was threatening to stop. 

Feeling extremely awkward Lilli picked back up the chicken, it felt wrong for him to be doing this while she was eating. Then hard fingers gripped her knees and forced them open chasing that feeling away. She'd do anything to keep those fingers touching her. They caressed the crease between her thighs and the parts she suddenly desperately needed him to touch. Then she felt his tongue; very lightly follow those fingers and that horrible burning need ratcheted up within her. 

Keith's evil tongue moved to the other thigh to stroke up to that same crease. Something other than his tongue caressed up her slit and her hands started to tremble. Again, slower and deeper he caressed up that slit, not going nearly deep enough. She ate faster, wanting to be finished before things got any better. 

"Are you still eating?" Keith's lips brushed against hers as he spoke, god help her she could even feel his breath on her highly sensitive flesh. 

"God, yes". The words sounded more like a plea than an affirmation. 

A muffled chuckle echoed under the table followed by what was definitely a tongue tracing the parts already traced. Lilli's breath shuttered out and she ate a touch faster, not caring if she choked. 

A few more passes that just didn't touch what needed touching and Lilli finished eating, never more grateful to finish a meal. Finally that tongue pressed into her folds and she gasped, clutching at the tables edge. So slowly he drug that tongue up, closer, closer. When Keith finally, slowly caressed her clit she cried out. Pure, hot desire shot through her. 

Again and again he repeated that gesture; a heavy tongue drug from bottom to top, oh so shortly caressing her clit. Before long she was making desperate mewling noises, hands tightly clenched on the table as need slowly, slowly built in her. 

"Oh please." She whimpered. "please".

Another chuckle. "In good time" he murmured into her folds. Lilli shuttered, crying out. 

Again and again until Lilli felt she couldn't handle it any longer. Finally fingers slid into her to press against her front wall. "Oh God!" She screamed. It only took 3 thrusts before she came, her body flying apart, nearly falling off her chair with the force of it. 

For some time she slumped over the table, gasping in air. Keith climbed out from under the table and began to gently stroke her back, steadying her, bringing her home. When she sat up he smiled down at her. 

"Come on little Kitty, it's time to go."

Even though Keith's voice was kind Lilli felt fright shiver through her, chasing away her after glow. She searched his eyes for a way out, seeing only determination. She was going to see his alpha one way or another. They needed to find out what kind of cat she was and where she needed to go. 

Keith found himself a tad sad at the thought of her leaving and going to some other pack. He helped her to her feet and satisfied himself with keeping her hand. Some part of him wanted to keep her; he'd found her and been the one to follow her for weeks. She felt like his. No other cat had given him as much fight. 

As they left her building he thought about all the other times he'd done this, followed a lost kitty and helped her through her heat when her own pack wasn't around. He always felt protective of them, but nothing like this had ever happened. Maybe it was because of how lost she was. Either way he had a job in his pack and he just couldn't see her being ok with it. No one ever had in the past. 

He squeezed her hand, at least he had her for now. 

They road in his car saying very little; He knew how off balance Lilli must feel and he wasn't sure what he should say. He was a complete stranger, effectively her rapist, considering how little she knew. To top everything off he was a creature she'd likely only had nightmares of. What the heck do you say to that?

"Thank you." Her voice was soft, barely a sound. 

Keith fought the urge to turn and stare at her. "Good lord why?".

Surprisingly she smiled at him. "For doing this, taking me..." The smile faded. "... Where ever you're taking me. It's better than being left alone, not knowing anything.".

"I suppose, but I could never do that to you. Leave you alone without a clue."

"Still, thank you."

Silence settled over them again and Keith wished in vain that his radio worked. 

"I'm sorry." He flinched at the hesitation in his voice, he wasn't normally like this, so unsure of what to do or say. 

"Why?"

He shook his head and drove without answering her for a moment, Lilli granted him that time. 

"For what I did to you. I only wanted to help."

"I know." She turned away, staring blindly out of the window. "Truthfully I don't know how much longer I could have held out. I would have done anything to make that need stop."

He nodded to the traffic. "Yeah, in a prowl or pack there would always be someone there to... help you." He stole a quick glance at her. Despite taking care of her earlier he could still feel, smell her need growing. He wondered what kind of kitty she was; her need seemed stronger, harder to satisfy than normal. Keith suppressed a grin, he was more than up to that challenge. 

Yet again a silence fell over them. They didn't have that long of a drive but even still she was squirming and shifting in her seat, trying to ignore the feelings bubbling up inside her. 

Finally they stopped at an everyday house in an uninteresting neighborhood, and Keith caught her looking at the beige building in surprise. 

"Everyone expects something different". He told her. "No one would expect anything unusual in this house, this place."

As they exited the car and moved to the house Lilli felt that need being pushed aside for a feeling of panic. Keith grabbed her into his arms as he heard her voice beginning to hitch in he chest. "Sh... it's ok little Kitty. I promise it'll be ok." He cradled the back of her head in his hand. "I know this has been a lot of take in, but Mathus and I will do everything we can to help you through this."

He held her until her breathing evened out and the shivering stopped. Keith knew Mathus was watching, but also knew he would give them the time they needed. 

With no more words Keith lead her to the door. A well built middle aged man with eyes that were obviously use to smiling opened the door before they could knock "Well come in".

Even the living room was plain, except for a rather large TV on the wall. 

"So, she's a leopard?" Mathus asked while smiling at her. 

"Uh... actually there was a pretty good reason for why we 

couldn't tell what she was."

The smile left in a blink. "I'm sure you are going to explain."

"I will, but can we find a comfortable place for Lilli while we talk?"

Lilli would have found it rude and irritating to be ushered out while the men talked, but that horrible burning need was scrambling her brains again. 

Keith could feel his pack leaders energy popping and snapping around him, but he knew he'd be given the time he needed to compose himself.

"Mathus..."Keith sat on the non descript cream couch and clamped his hands to keep them from shaking. Lilli might not currently be upset, but he knew how much her life was about to be scrambled. "I've never... It's nothing like we thought."

The couch moved as Mathus sat. "Tell me."

A deep sigh escaped. "She had no clue".

Their eyes met with an almost audible snap. "Excuse me?"

"She knew nothing. Nothing."

For a long moment they stared at each other, power sizzling between them. "Explain."

Horror slowly grew on Keith's face. "She woke up and freaked out.... I assumed...." He swallowed. "Anyway, She told me she had no family, she didn't even know she wasn't human".

"That can't be possible."

"Mathus, she'd never even changed before"

Now horror was growing in Mathus' eyes. "But she was in heat". Keith smiled grimly at the almost wistfulness in that statement; now the alpha was starting to understand how he felt. He'd never heard of a single cat changer that has gone into heat before changing, clearly Mathus hadn't either. Lilli was far past the time when most cats changed.

"I know, believe me I know", Keith broke the gaze to scrub his face. "She was nearly crazed with the need by the time I got to her. I have no doubt she really was in heat, but she's never changed."

As if to ward off all that the other man was saying Mathus was shaking his head. "I've never heard of anything like that."

"Me either."

The wild energy between them pulled back as Mathus sat up straighter. "We have to find out what kind of cat... or... whatever she is."

"How?"

Their eyes snapped back together and Keith started to feel dread grow in him. 

"You know how."

"Mathus, I just can't."

His Alpha stood, putting himself and his power above him.

"You and I are the only two in this pack who can. She's already been through enough shocks without me doing it to her, or some complete stranger from some other pack. She is at least somewhat use to you."

What could he say to that? It was true and he didn't want to cause her more grief than necessary. 

"Oh god Mathus." The tortured sound of Keith's voice made Mathus sit back down. 

"I wouldn't ask this of you if I didn't think it was important. We could wait... but she should have changed by now."

Lilli paced the small bedroom she found herself in. She didn't know what was happening to her; it seemed like every time that need was met it came back faster and stronger. She couldn't live like this, it just had to go away. 

She was almost crying when Keith opened the door. 

"Lilli, what is it?"

The concern in his voice caused tears to fall down her cheeks. 

"Oh little Kitty." He gathered her into his arms. The scent of her need had filled the room and he could see how freaked out the girl was. That smell tightened his groin, and instinctive response. 

Just the gentle brush of Keith's hand down her neck caused her breath to hitch in. "Keith, how can I live like this?"

He let go of her so he could lead her to the bed. 

"I promise things will get better." He certainly hoped she wasn't lying to her. Without knowing what she was there was no way to know for sure. "I'll fuck you until I can't fuck any longer if that's what it takes."

His crass words made her gasp with need. "Oh I just can't bare this!"

Keith's hands came up to frame her face. "You don't have to." He whispered. He'd finally thought of how to meet her need and do as his alpha commanded at the same time. 

With no more words spoken Keith leaned forward to rub his face against her neck, causing her to gasp and melt into him. He wanted to roll around on her and claim her as his own. She wasn't and likely never would be... but right this moment that didn't matter.

Fire skittered along Lilli's nerves as Keith scrapped his teeth along her skin. While she was reeling from that, Keith managed to get her shirt and bra off. Lilli didn't know if she should laugh or purr, then Keith started to nibble farther down and she decided on purr.

Suddenly Keith grabbed her and tossed her onto the bed, then crawled up the bed toward her before she even had the chance to gasp. 

Rough bristles brushed against the underside of her breasts and nearly undid her. 

Slowly, painfully slowly Keith worked his way to her nipples. Brushing, licking and nibbling. Lilli found herself clutching his hair and squirming about frantically.

Just when she was certain she couldn't take that any longer he ran a rough feeling tongue over a tight nipple. She cried out and that nipple was sucked into his mouth and worked while Lilli whimpered. Lighting flashed from that nipple to the core of her, curling inside her, setting her nerves on fire. 

Her skirt was pushed up so Keith could stroke the curls that rested between her thighs, her legs trapped closed by Keith's so that he tormented her with gentle caresses. 

Only when her whimpers turned into desperate needy cries and that curled need had tightened like a spring, did he press his fingers between her moist folds to caress the nub he found there. That one caress along with a careful press of teeth pushed her over that shiny edge, the world graying out in a wave of sensation. 

As the shudders subsided Lilli realized Keith had flipped her over and pulled her back so she was bent over the edge of the bed. Before she'd even caught her breath Keith was pushing his way in. 

That slow, deliberate push had her clawing at the bedspread. 

"oh please, please" She begged, wanting, needing to feel him filling her, pounding her. 

"Hush little Kitty, you'll take it as I give it." The firmness of his voice caused a violent shudder to race through her. 

The slow push continued, accompanied by her whimpers until he was deep in her, then he started to pull out just as slowly. 

Keith gritted his teeth as she shuddered around him. If she didn't hold still he'd go faster than planned. With a growl he bent over her and clamped his teeth into the back of her neck. 

As his teeth parted her flesh she violently came again, a deep tortured cry torn from her. 




Lost



He held his breath until her second orgasm and the lulling effects of his teeth made her body limp, then started his slow push and pull again.

Push and pull, push and pull. He was relentless, slowly building that need up again. Keith removed his teeth from her neck and gently bathed her wounds with his rough tongue. 

Lilli cried out and shuddered under him as the feeling lanced through her. Despite the need building yet again she lay passively under him; only her hands fisted in the blanket betrayed what she was feeling. 

Push and pull. His hands slid under her to clasp her nipples. 

"Oh god" She gasped but didn't beg. He loved a fast learner.

Now as he pulled out he pressed the nipples he'd captured. 

For what seemed like forever he slowly worked her body, building that hot need back to a flame. 

One hand came out from under her and tilted her hips so he could work in her better, increasing his pace by a hair. As he hit a sensitive patch inside her a desperate cry escaped her. 

Soon he thought, concentrating on every move she made, reading her. 

That free hand crept around to cup her, fingers dipping into the wetness between her lips. Even though he only dipped in quickly to gather her wetness Lilli cried out and bucked wildly under him. 

While she flailed about those moistened fingers came around and easily found her rear pucker. She cried out again, struggling as lightning burned in her. His fingers caressed oh so gently, turning lightning into lava. Her sheath tightened around him and only long practice kept him from losing rhythm. 

"Stop fighting and relax, be still." He continued to caress, spreading the slick juices over her. 

When her body continued to buck, obviously out of her control, Keith set his teeth pressing into her skin again. The moment her body stilled one of those overly clever fingers slid into her and he rammed home. 

With a scream she came around him, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. As she screamed and flew apart he gathered up all the power that lived in the part of him that wasn't human and shoved it deep inside her, filling her with his seed and power at the same time. She screamed again at the feeling of complete fullness, it was a delicious agony.

As the final shudders of her orgasm bucked her body he grabbed the well hidden, non human part of her and pulled.

For one sharp moment screams of pleasure tipped into pain then she collapsed under her in a furry mass.

He caught her and slid her onto the bed fully before his vision really cleared enough to see her. Keith blinked his eyes several times, anxious to see what she was, hoping she was leopard. 

The site of her weakened his legs and he fell to his knees. 

"What the hell are you?" He whispered to the furry body before him.



Lost



Foreword

A mature brother/sister piece this time. Caroline is 45, her brother Simon is twelve years younger. She's staying in his London apartment during a divorce. One afternoon, Simon arrives home early...

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GA – Thirsk, North Yorkshire – 16th of November 2015.

***

A minute earlier and she wouldn't have been lost in the rush of her climax. The timing might have been accidental, but couldn't have been more perfect. A series of random connections came together to produce a unique set of circumstances: a cancelled meeting; hitting every traffic light at green on the way home; her need for release, unknown to me at the time, becoming too powerful to resist.

Each event fell into place with critical precision, the fates conspiring to lead me to walk in on my sister as she jammed a pink dildo into her pussy.

Seeing her like that was like a bucket of ice-water thrown in my face, a moment so unexpectedly shocking I couldn't move from the spot. The impossible sight of my sister laid bare on the sofa held me transfixed. Caroline was spread wide, thighs parted, her face twisted with carnal torment. One of the most erotically compelling sights I've ever witnessed.

Her climax burst as I opened the door. She didn't pause, just kept on fucking the length of moulded latex into her body. "Oh God," Caroline groaned. "I didn't expect you to get back for another couple of hours." Her voice tapered away when the pleasure carried her off, leaving me unable to do anything more than gape at my sister's ripe, voluptuous body, her large breasts holding my gaze for what felt like several eternities.

Time turned elastic, the image of Caroline's tits shivering and rolling searing itself across the screen of my mind's eye. It's something I'll never forget, that wink of time when I took in the detail of her agonised gaze and slack face, with my own sister's meaty labia splayed to reveal the scarlet stretch of her cunt. I can see it now: her pink clit all taut and shiny, the ungainly folds of Caroline's labia curled at the edges, their ugly beauty causing a fist of yearning to grip tight at my stomach.

My sister looked at me through a mask of tortured desire, then gurgled, "Are you going to stand there and watch?"

Caroline winced as air hissed in through her nose. She moaned and rolled her eyes, body convulsing while a half-choked sob came up from her throat, the tone of her voice and the look on her face goading me to an act of depravity which still has the power to shock me. It was what she said and the way she said it mingled in with the way she looked at me.

I can recall something dark and illicit uncoiling inside me as I stared at her glazed eyes, their depth vague yet fixed to my face as my sister croaked her way through, "I'm coming now, Simon, and I don't care if you see it."

Where it came from, I don't have a clue; I have no idea what motivated her to say what she did. All I have is a dim recollection of unzipping my flies after she uttered the words.

She was half-laid on one side, weight on her elbow while propped up by the big cushions. For the next thirty seconds or so, perhaps more, my sister mauled at one breast, a thick nipple peeping between her fingers as she used the dildo against her pussy with vehement robustness.

She moaned and gasped, "Oh yeah," the other breast bouncing in time with her thrusting, hips moving in convulsive jerks as Caroline fucked up onto the rubber cock, wincing and gasping and holding my stare with her own.

When she slid the dildo out of her body and used the shaft against her clit, Caroline pouted at me, crinkling her nose as she let out a silent snarl before plugging her gape with its girth once again.

Seeing that had me jacking my cock, and, mindless to the fact she was my sister, I moved in close, the surge already bubbling, working my fist back-and-forth until the first rush of ejaculate poured out of me.

Semen flicked over Caroline's skin, the initial few spurts gleaming like thick, snotty ropes across her silky inner thigh.

"Oh!" Caroline yipped. "Oh my god, yes!" Then she was snorting and wall-eyed as my cum rained down onto the sofa and carpet, the jizm shooting forth in an indiscriminate deluge while Caroline let it all go.

*

There's twelve years between us, with Caroline older, and the age difference means I can't remember her as a sister living at home. I grew up and disappointed my parents by going straight into industry instead of getting a degree like she did, but my decision paid off after I spread my wings and started my own business in IT while Caroline went down the route of a career in accountancy and marriage. I managed to accumulate wealth while her path led to divorce, hence she was temporarily ensconced in my flat at the age of forty-five, a supposedly temporary arrangement which had lasted two months by the afternoon I burst in to find her masturbating on the settee.

That day, as the fog lifted, after I'd pumped semen all over her leg, the reality of the scene hit me. I boggled at Caroline while she sucked air into her lungs, the storm having abruptly subsided. A weirdness enveloped us, a surreal few seconds while my sister fought to recover her breath and I struggled with the rapidly growing enormity of what I'd just done.

I denied it at first, despite the evidence in front of my eyes – the dildo laid on the sofa alongside my sister, the spunk on her thigh and the rest of the goo staining the carpet.

It was impossible. It just couldn't have happened. None of it was real.

But then my sister groaned, "Oh God ... Simon ... What have we done?" and I gaped at her for a few seconds longer.

Despite the anxiety mounting inside me, my sister's lush body held my attention. I thought her tits were incredible: heavy and round with islands of thick fleshy nipples in the large disks of their areolae, false to be sure, but a superb example regardless of their manufactured fakery. My eyes went down from her boobs to the crinkled and meaty folds of her labia, past the jewel in her navel, her tummy bisected by a horizontal crease because she was still laid there all scrunched up, legs wide, flaunting her sex.

"Caroline," I croaked when I looked at her face, shame dragging at my guts. "We–" 

My sister returned my stare, her expression unreadable. I had no idea what was going on behind her blue eyes. She slid a finger into the mess on her leg, holding it up to examine her brother's spunk on the digit.

And that's when I gasped, "Oh Jesus, no," and fled.

*

I went blindly at first. I'd tucked my cock away and, ignoring the smears contaminating my suit trousers, all but stumbled out of the flat into the corridor beyond. The lift took me down fourteen storeys, the doors sliding open to deposit me at ground level where I gave Dave the security guard a vague, mindless wave as I went past his desk.

There's a pub on the corner, a survivor of the regeneration in London's East End, a place its former clientele wouldn't recognise beyond the solid façade. My mobile rang as I ordered a pint of trendy lager, with my sister's ID showing on the screen. I groaned as though in pain, which I was on an emotional level. Switching off the device to cancel her call, I downed the beer in several quick swallows. After that I asked for a vodka, another following soon after. And so the slide began.

The next morning it took me more than a minute to work out where I was. I woke up in a confusion of tangled sheets and a killer hangover, snatches of the late afternoon and evening coming back in an incomplete jigsaw. I could recall the pub and the drinking, and there'd been a lot of drinking. There was a brief period of not caring, the near euphoria of alcoholic overdose as I bought drinks for complete strangers, needing their company so I wouldn't dwell on the sin.

Of course, inevitably, then came the crash.

The picture was blurry when I first opened my eyes. I attempted to blink through the bleariness, gulping down on the nausea while struggling with the deep, rapid lub of the pulse in my temples. Had I eaten last night? I wasn't too sure, but my stomach roiled and squeezed and made dire threats at both ends. I gave it up after lifting my head off the pillow, dizziness forcing me back down, but, after a few deep breaths, I tried again, the anonymous surroundings slowly forming to reveal what was obviously a room in what looked to be a chain hotel.

I saw a bottle of water on shelf fixed to the wall next to the bed, groped for it with a low groan coming out of my chest, then twisted the cap and struggled vaguely upright. A few gulps helped and, with my head still pounding but my insides settled, I looked for my trousers.

My phone was in a pocket, the device emitting a series of bleeps when I switched it on. The bells and whistles went on for quite some time, each one signalling either a myriad text or missed call from my sister.

Ignoring the shrill tones, I dropped the phone to the floor and thanked the gods it was Saturday. Work would have been impossible that morning. It was all I could do to lie in complete stillness and ride the swell and ebb of the alcoholic over-indulgence, with the only power able to rouse me from bed being the necessity to piss. Anything more serious was simply too much.

The hotel phone lifted me out of my near comatose state an indeterminate time later. I'd overstayed my welcome and it was time to check-out. I did consider simply asking for another night's accommodation, but then decided against it. I had cotton wool in my head and wasn't think too clearly, deciding it would be best to face up to the issues confronting me.

Stepping outside into a cold day had a contradictory effect. November cleared my head, wind like minty breath chilling my already thinned blood to the point I was shivering after a few paces. A taxi seemed a good idea, so I ducked back inside the hotel to call a mini cab company. The car arrived without too much delay, the journey home taking less time than I'd waited for the cab to arrive.

Going up in the lift was a nerve-wracking experience. So far, the hangover had demanded most of my attention, but the prospect of seeing Caroline brought my focus back to what had gone on between us. I stood at the front door to the apartment, swallowing heavily as I gulped down on the trepidation swelling in my chest, a ripple of something clandestine shivering inside me.

I recognised the dribble of primordial desire when images of my sister's body pushed to the forefront of my mind, the shame clenching my guts at the same time I felt my cock thicken and grow.

"Shit," I muttered, braced for the moment, appalled by my body's response.

Then, after another deep breath and a girding of resolve, I opened the door.

*

Her carry-on bag confronted me as soon as I walked in. I looked at it and wondered at its significance before shutting the door. The first tentative call of her name went unanswered, with no response forthcoming when I repeated the process with a little more volume. It became obvious Caroline wasn't inside the flat as I progressively searched all three bedrooms, both bathrooms, the lounge, my home office, and finally, the kitchen.

The note lay on the kitchen counter. A plain sheet of A4 from the printer with a few handwritten written lines: If you come back while I'm out, I'll be back for my bag later. Please call me or text to let me know you're safe.

I read the note and, somewhat relieved she wasn't at home yet worried by the packed bag, brewed coffee and took a mug of the stuff into my room. I completed a slow toilette, taking my time in the shower before brushing my teeth. After that, feeling marginally more human, I climbed into my bed. Reading was a non-starter. Concentration wouldn't come, my mind constantly drifting back to my sister, our sin, and thoughts about where she was going to go when she left my home.

Bizarre dreams snuck into my head when, without realising I was doing so, I slipped into a fitful doze. Lewd scenes involving Caroline danced and whirled, her body a torment, her eyes and voice narcotic and teasing.

"Simon?" I heard, my sister's voice coming at me from a long way away. "Simon!" she snapped, the reality jolting me into wakefulness. "I'm just going to shower," she told me. "Then I'll be leaving."

I blinked and looked at her, finding my sister standing alongside the bed, face tilted towards me, a pink, fluffy towelling robe belted around her waist.

"God," I mumbled, shaking off a heavy blanket of torpor. "I was out of it," I managed to slur.

My sister chuckled and nodded. "Yes, you were." A pause before she asked, "Where did you get to last night?"

It crossed my mind to think how lovely she looked all tucked up in her gown. The dreams had triggered a pulsing erection, which, thankfully, was hidden under the quilt, my waning hangover only exacerbating my horniness as the memory of Caroline's large breasts rose up in my mind.

I told her, "A pub and then a hotel," trying to ignore the pulsing length of my dick.

"I was worried," my sister gently admonished. She paused and then added, "You shouldn't have run off."

Ashamed to look at her, my eyes slid away. I looked at the quilt, half my mind taken up by the monster beneath while I gurgled, "God, what did I do? I'm so sorry, Caroline, I finished in a mumble."

My eyes came up when I felt the bed dip. Caroline had sat down and was perched on the edge. If I had a mind to I could reach out and touch the sliver of skin exposed at the gape of her robe as it slid off one thigh, Then it occurred to me she was probably naked beneath the pink gown, the realisation sending a jolt of desire through my core.

"It was my fault," Caroline said. "I mean," she added with a grin and a shrug, "it must have been a surprise to come home and find me ... Well, you know..."

Pushing aside the urge to touch my sister's leg, and then burrow deeper inside the depths of her dressing gown, I gulped and asked, "What the hell were you thinking? The settee in the living room...?"

"I was horny. I'm quite often horny. I've always loved sex and there's been a bit of a dry spell of late."

I looked at her, speechless, my silence apparently prompting my sister to continue.

Caroline rolled her eyes and then added, "I wank a lot, too."

"Yes, but..." I spluttered, shifting in bed so I could use the pillows as a prop at my back. "Naked? On the sofa?"

Carline sighed and looked thoughtful, then said, "It was exciting, sort of dangerous. You know, the thrill of getting caught."

"But you did get caught! By me, by your brother!" I boggled at her, incredulity making me strident.

"I never expected to," my sister informed me petulantly. "I thought I had a couple of hours. I never imagined–"

"But you just kept on doing it," I put in, cutting her off. "I walked in and ... and..."

Caroline grimaced and offered me a shame-faced look of chagrin. "I was coming," she told me. "I was lost, there was no way I could stop."

I saw her face as it had been. I sat in my bed with a head suddenly filled with the recollection of my sister's agonised torment as she hip-fucked up onto the dildo. I saw it all again: her robust use of the mauled latex shaft against her sex; her breasts bouncing and shivering like jellies. Her face had been twisted with pleasure, her thighs wide, with the girth of the thing stretching her pussy.

"Jesus," I gasped, suddenly desperate to touch my throbbing erection.

"You stood there and watched," murmured my sister. "You wanked off too, Simon."

I didn't think she could tell I was squeezing my cock under the quilt. It had all gotten to be too much for me to cope with; I couldn't stop myself from squeezing and kneading the shaft while somehow resisting the urge to throw back the cover and really set loose.

"And you came all over my leg," Caroline went on. "You loved it," she purred, smirking into my face.

I saw my sister's brow furrow. She glanced down to the quilt, her focus going to the exact place under which my hand was working my cock.

"What are you doing?" she squeaked, then reached for the edge of the cover.

*

She looked at my hard-on, stared at it, apparently absorbed. I had it in my hand, fingers curled around the solid mass of its girth, fist immobile while the moment stretched and the power of reasonable thought left me.

Her voice, curdled with whatever my sister was feeling, came bubbling up. "You can do it in front of me, Simon ... If you want to. Please," she went on. "Do it. I want to watch."

I mumbled her name, the last shred of resistance coming away before, with my gaze fixed to her face, I began slowly caressing my length.

"Just do it for me, Simon," she cooed.

So I began stroking with a more deliberate action, working my cock, hand speeding up as the lust bloomed white hot inside me.

"You're my sister," I croaked, which meant nothing; they were just words. It was like it had been for her – I was lost and there was no way I could stop. If I hadn't quite understood what Caroline had meant when she'd told me, I certainly got it as my yearning enveloped me. What had been unthinkable a single day before was now truth. My sister was watching me cranking my cock, and no power on Earth could stop me from carrying on 'til it spat goo.

I was working it hard, gasping and wall-eyed with the pleasure of it when Caroline rose to her feet.

"Oh Jesus," I whined as I watched her hands go to the belt. A quick tug and the knot slipped free, the robe parting. My sister eased it free of her shoulders to expose her breasts to my eyes. I gawped at those weighty orbs swinging and swaying, a fresh burst of desire exploding in the indefinable place low down in my belly as Caroline's head canted and she looked at me with vulpine intent. She kept her eyes fixed on me for several moments before hefting her breasts with both hands, lifting one nipple towards her face while ducking in low.

"Do you want to touch them?" she asked after sucking at one teat.

"Can I?" I breathed.

Caroline smiled and leaned over me. "God yes."

The robe fell to the floor to reveal the full magnificence of my sister's body, and I reached up with the fingers of one hand to touch her tit-flesh for the first time.

"Touch me," murmured my sister. "That's it little brother," she cooed. "Feel my tits. You like them, don't you?"

"Oh fuck, yes," I said on a sigh, the taboo of touching my own sister's body causing an upsurge in arousal. I yanked hard at my cock, moaning while kneading and squeezing. I whined, "Fucking hell, Caroline, you're fucking sensational."

My sister chuckled and pursed her lips, pouting down at where I was cranking away. "I didn't realise you were such a hefty boy," Caroline said, then mumbled, "Here, let me," while abruptly taking control of my cock. "It's fucking gorgeous," she purred as she knelt on the bed. "I haven't stopped thinking about you coming all over the place. That was so bloody filthy."

By then I wasn't taking much in. I was stunned to see her jacking my length, blown away by the fact she'd allowed me to touch her breasts as this new surprise hit me. But, if I thought the surprises were over, I was sorely mistaken. My sister sucked on her bottom lip, eyes glazing, then just came out and said it.

"I want to fuck you," Caroline mewled. "I know it's wrong, but I'm just so fucking horny. Just once," she went on. "I promise I'll never tell."

My hands went to her waist as she straddled me. I hadn't said yes, but neither had I said no; and the truth is, at that moment, I would have gone along with anything she cared to suggest.




Lost



I was lost in a pit of depravity.

"Oh God, Oh Jesus," my sister blasphemed. She had my dick in her hand, the shaft upright while my swollen cock-head was aimed at her pussy. "I'm damned," she went on in a whisper, then rubbed the slippery dome through her labia and over her clit. "Incest," Caroline mumbled, the word clotted with need as she sank down, her velvet embrace closing over my girth. "Isn't this so fucking wrong?" added my sister, her breasts squashing against me when she leaned in low to kiss my mouth.

Then we were moving together, her insides clenching and squeezing, her breath panting into my open mouth as we shared a very intimate moment.

"Caroline," I groaned.

To which, as she levered upright onto straight arms, my sister replied, "Shut up and let me enjoy your fat cock."

*

My sister closed her eyes, a beatific smile on her face. She moved slowly while a low, appreciative moan rose out of her, Caroline savouring our incest.

Going with her mood, I let my palms glide over her skin from buttocks to breasts, resisting the urge to roll her onto her back. My instinct was to dominate her, to force her legs wide and plunder her cunt, but I relinquished the need for control. I let Caroline take charge.

Her eyes opened. Caroline smiled, holding my stare with her gaze. She chewed on her lower lip and then groaned, eyes rolling. "Aren't we naughty?" she purred.

I didn't have an answer beyond taking the weight of her breasts in both hands, fingers spread over her flesh, the spongy softness sending a surge of desire through me as I fucked up into her, giving her as much cock as I could while she rocked back-and-forth, my length buried inside her.

"Steady," Caroline gasped. "Don't get carried away. I want this to last. I want to remember all of it." She leaned in low to kiss me again, the intimacy of kissing my own sister more erotic than actually being inside her.

"You're beautiful," I gasped on a rush of emotion.

"Thank you," she sighed.

We kissed some more, my hands exploring her body, both of us moaning and sighing while we also exchanged the occasional endearment.

After some time of this closeness, my sister's movements grew urgent. She levered upright, hands on my chest, her face twisted with some lascivious intent.

"We're fucking," Caroline moaned, as though surprised to find herself riding her own brother's cock. "I mean," she went on, "we're actually fucking. I'm fucking my brother."

I grunted her name as my sister's flesh began slapping against mine. Soon after that I had hold of her buttocks, fingers squeezing each cheek while she fucked up and down my full length. Caroline's head rolled, our bodies thwacking together, the cheeks of her arse bunching and flexing, a little spare flesh on her hips rippling under the force of it. I grabbed at her again, letting go of her buttocks before regaining my grip, the tips of my fingers close to our squelching conjunction.

With her weight off my torso, I had more freedom to move, thrusting up hard to meet Caroline on her way down. I held her wide open, spreading the dense globes of her arse, one hand moving in search of her sphincter.

"Finger my muddy hole," grunted my sister. "Do everything, Simon. Be as dirty as you like with me. I love it when it's nasty."

It was like trying to keep a dog in a bath. I was teasing Caroline's puckered ring, slipping the tip of one finger inside while she snorted and grunted and bucketed around on my dick. My sister went crazy, squealing and whining while mauling her breasts, pulling hard on her nipples before she lunged in to kiss me again.

"You're a dirty fucker," she hissed in my ear following a very ardent kiss. Caroline's eyes glowed bright as she held her face a couple of inches from mine, a manic grin stretching her lips. "You're fucking your sister," she snarled, as if this was news. "Do you like it?" added Caroline, her hips going still while she squeezed her insides round my girth.

"God yes," I whined before pushing my fingers into her hair and hauling her face down to mine.

It wasn't much of a kiss. I was so wound up I had my sister's hair bunched in my fist, holding her head still while I just licked the flat of her tongue. The urge to get at her rose up in a strong swell. I wanted to have her on my terms. As gorgeous as it was to have my sister riding my cock, the primordial instinct to rut, to pour semen into her body, was too much.

I groaned, "You're incredible," then heaved up with my pelvis. "You're gorgeous and sexy..."

Caroline yipped as we tumbled and rolled, blinking up in surprise from her suddenly subordinate position.

"...And now I'm gonna fuck you," I growled.

*

My sister quickly recovered, spreading her legs and shunting her rump towards me so she could get her pelvis tilted just right. "You do what you have to," she said, fingers down at her clit. "Batter my pussy. Use that cock, Simon...

"...Smash me."

Hearing her say it and the look on her face – the goading and teasing – brought a growl from my chest. I was suddenly invincible, godlike, euphoria bubbling inside me because I was there with my sister. The incest meant nothing bad, not in that moment. The guilt I'd experienced before had entirely evaporated. There might be self-recrimination later, but, as I began to move in and out, my eyes set on Caroline's face, all I could think of was how much her body aroused me.

"Jesus, Caroline," I managed to gurgle, "I didn't know you were put together so well."

My sister groaned and let out a lungful of air, cheeks ballooning, hips working while she sobbed a reply. "Just do me ... Don't talk." Caroline lifted herself up, taking her weight on her elbows and arms. She pulled her legs back, folding them at the knees so she could look down over the front of her body, her attention going to where her sex was accommodating my cock. After watching for a couple of beats, Caroline tilted her face towards mine. "God, just look at us," she gurgled, throat working, eyes wide with apparent disbelief. "I'm so fucking wet. Look at me all over your cock!"

I looked down and saw my shaft smeared with a buttery gloop, creamy evidence of my sister's arousal. The sight of it stirred me into a more robust action, desire a hot rush. "That's wicked," I moaned, pumping hard.

And for a while after that it was all slapping flesh as my sister and I rutted. It was a bestial coupling, both of us lost in our own world. Caroline babbled and groaned, whining on about fucking her brother and how she wanted to see my cock spurting gloop while I grunted and groaned and went at her cunt until the force of it grew to be near overwhelming, the surge threatening, jizm rising in a great onrush of pleasure.

But, somewhere vague at the back of my mind, I had a thought about prolonging our time, pulling clear of my sister before I dumped all I had into her pussy.

"No!" Caroline yelped. "What are you doing? Don't take it out." She moved around on the bed, fingers down at her sex while leaning on one side, legs still spread wide.

I grinned at her indignant expression while I cranked at my dick, careful to keep the pressure low as I worked a fist over my shaft. "I'm gonna lick it," I growled.

The look on her face shifted the second I said it. Caroline's mouth fell open, muscles going slack. She gazed at me from beneath lids heavy with lust. "Oh fuck, yes please," gurgled my sister, splaying her folds with her fingers. "That would be so bloody hot."

Instinct, some mumbled encouragement, and listening to my sister's reaction told me just how she liked it. I used every move I'd picked up, lapping her sex and teasing her clit, even sucking the taut nub in between my teeth as I worked Caroline towards her climax. There were fingers involved, digits curling inside her while I snuffled in tight, like a pig rooting for truffles, my tongue probing the crease of her buttocks, the tip touching the dark smudge of her anus.

"I'm so bloody close," wailed my sister, hips coming up off the bed. "Put it back in. Just fuck me again." She was writhing and snorting and glaring at me through eyes filled with what looked to be hatred. "I want to feel you inside me," Caroline hissed, the words strained through clenched teeth. "I need your cock, Simon. I need to feel it moving inside me. I need you there, all big and hard. Oh God, oh fucking hell ... Just put it back in!"

I blinked at the vehement outburst, moving up while Caroline fucked three stiff fingers into her cunt. "But I'll come," I replied.

"That's what I want," Caroline gasped. "Don't you get it?" she asked, pussy sodden and gaping when her fingers came out. "If you come, I'll get there too. It'll be so sexy feeling my own brother let go."

The way she said it and the image her words conjured up sent a sinker of yearning plummeting into the pit of my stomach. "Oh Jesus," I groaned, cranking my dick, setting myself up between Caroline's legs.

"Do it when it's ready," whimpered my sister, knees going up to her ears. She offered herself to me, inviting me into her body, eyes wide and expectant. "Flood me with cum."

I slid in up to my balls, both of us groaning as I started to thrust in and out. Caroline went with me, clawing my arms as she jerked her hips back-and-forth, eyes set on my face, twin lasers scorching my soul.

It didn't take long. She rubbed her sex while I climbed the hill to its peak. Caroline whimpered and groaned, head rolling, hips jerking, her vulva squelching and farting while my shaft worked like a piston.

"I'm coming," I snorted, the irreversible tide rising within.

"Me too!" Caroline yelped. "Keep going. Don't stop. Keep fucking me, Simon."

It was difficult to comply with her wishes because I was dumping a full load into her body. I groaned and went deep, feeling the hot stuff flowing out, the pleasure of it bringing a great bellow up from my chest. I felt my cock pulsing, semen pouring forth while I held myself inside her up to my nuts.

"Please," gasped my sister, writhing beneath me. "Just a few strokes. Just a few more..."

I felt my dick twitch and squirt its last, some sense of reality returning. Beneath me, my sister was still carrying on, obviously desperate to get there herself. Her eyes implored me, desperation evident by the way she was chewing her bottom lip, nose crinkled, eyes almost shut, pelvis jerking while she clasped her fingers against my back to hold me in close.

"Yes!" she trumpeted when I started to move. "Hard, Simon, hard! Give it to me hard!"

About thirty seconds or so saw the juddering begin. I'd been going at her in the way she demanded, holding myself over her torso on straight arms while watching the greasy plunge of my cock into her body. Gloop smeared the shaft while Caroline's labia clung to my cock on the outstroke. Displaced cum was an obscene squelch whenever I plunged back inside, the whole sordid action looped on repeat the longer it went on.

Then Caroline wailed she was there and all hell let loose.

My sister snorted and yelped, groaning and gasping while mauling her breasts and sobbing out her delight. She fucked up onto my cock for a few strokes before collapsing back onto the bed, stomach tensing with effort, fingers clawing at the bed. Caroline's eyes opened and eventually focussed, her hand coming up so she could pull my head down to her face. After that, she kissed me all the way through it, her breath coming in short gasps around groans of absolute pleasure.

Then, finally, with her gasping and limp and me sprawled on top of her, the tempest abated.

"Oh dear God," Caroline mewled. "We're going to do that again."

I eased my undiminished cock from Caroline's body as I raised up onto my elbows. Emotion pricked at my eyes when I looked down to see her gazing back at me. "Really?" I breathed, awed by what we'd just done.

"Yes," she replied, shifting around so she could lunge up to peck a kiss on my lips. "I don't care what it's labelled – so what?" Caroline shrugged and eased out from beneath me. "I'm going for a drink," she informed me from the side of the bed. "Can I get you one, too?"

The mention of alcohol didn't thrill me. The hangover had mostly passed by, but, like a hurricane, left some residual damage in its wake. Not only that, but the strenuous exertions involved in rolling around with my sister left me gagging for water.

"We'll talk in a minute," Caroline said when I told her what I needed. She paused by the door, still nude, the robe forgotten by then. "You won't run away, will you?" she asked with a smirk, a hand cupped between her legs. "God, how much of that stuff did you give me?" she added, rolling her eyes.

Then she left me alone with all my questions unasked. The first one being if she still had any intention of leaving.



Lost a Bet



"I had three aces. There was no way I could lose."

"But you did."

"How was I supposed to know he was going to draw a straight flush?" my husband replied pathetically. This was so like him, to bet his wife in a card game. He could be such an asshole. 

"I can't believe you expect me to follow through on this Ted", I shot back. 

"Well, a bet is a bet", he said meekly while looking down at his feet.

That was when I made up my mind to not only pay off his stupid bet but enjoy myself doing it. I had met Scott before, the guy who won, and he wasn't half bad. In fact, he was younger than Ted and seemed to be in pretty good shape. This was starting to develop some potential. But it wouldn't do to let Ted think that I was anything but revolted by all of this. He should never have made this bet because now he was really going to pay. "OK, I'll do it", I said. "But before I do you are going to trade in my crappy car for something new." "How about that Nissan we looked at?" Ted was stunned. He paced and stammered for a while but finally gave in. This was great! I got permission to fuck around on my husband and a new car. Ted should play more poker.

About a week after the new car arrived in the driveway, Ted told me that it was almost time. Scott would pick me this Friday at eight and I could expect an email before that to tell me how to dress. The message was short and to the point, "Skirt and heels high, neckline low and panties optional." I knew what he meant. This was going to be interesting. 

I took my time getting ready Friday and made sure to rub Ted's nose in it the whole time. A long hot bath was followed by a lengthy make up session. I needed plenty of dark eyeliner and some well painted lips. Ted watched intently as I pulled my stockings on one at a time. The skimpy thong I put on was the one Ted had gotten me last Valentine's Day. I made sure he noticed this too. Then I stepped into my skirt and slid it up my legs. It seemed so short. It was a plaid school girl number so I wore a low cut white blouse with it. I didn't even bother with a bra. Ted couldn't keep his eyes off of me while I dressed. However, it was almost time for Scott to arrive. I touched up my hair and make up and was ready.

Not five minutes later the door bell rang. I made Ted get it. I heard him mumble something to Scott and say just a minute. When I walked in the room Scott just stared then he looked over at Ted and said, "I am really going to enjoy this!" He obviously thought it was funny to taunt him. "Come on sexy, I have a lot planned for you tonight." Scott patted my ass as I walked out the door and then turned to Ted to say "Don't wait up". Then he laughed and shut the door. 

As soon as we got in the car Scott put his hand on my knee. He didn't say much, but rather just drove and stroked my leg. I really didn't know Scott at all. We had only met a couple of times before. Finally, he announced that we were going to get some drinks first, to relax a little bit. At that point, it seemed like a fine idea but when we pulled up to a busy hotel bar, I was beginning to have second thoughts. I didn't realize I would be out in public dressed like this. The bar was crowded and I was attracting stares right and left as Scott guided me toward a row of rounded booths in the back. 

We arrived at one that was occupied by three guys. Scott was greeted by them right away and I was now starting to get nervous. This wasn't what I had in mind at all. He didn't even bother to introduce me, he just had me slide in between him and his buddies. Scott immediately put his hand on my thigh and said. "Here's my slut for the night boys, told you she was hot!" His friends agreed with a bunch of rude comments. For the next half an hour the guys laughed and joked about sex and about me. Then Scott started to become more aggressive. He kissed me and rubbed my legs up to my damp lips. He showed his friends my stocking tops and even rubbed an ice cube over my nipples causing them to harden and show through my sheer blouse. As Scott became more brazen, I couldn't believe how hot I was getting. This was really turning me on. Soon I was practically begging for Scott to get on with the evening. I didn't have to wait long. Not long after, Scott announced we were leaving. As we got up, he had me raise my skirt to show the guys a last glimpse of the slutty pussy he was about to fuck. 

Thoughtfully, he had already secured a room upstairs and in no time the door was shutting behind us. Right away, Scott told me to take off my shirt and panties but to leave my skirt on. When I stood before him as ordered, he inspected me. Scott softly stroked my breasts and then ran his hand up my leg to my now very juicy pussy. He inserted his finger in me as his other hand reached up and grabbed my hair. He held me firmly as he finger fucked me for several moments. His control over me was so erotic that I nearly fainted. Scott then instructed me to get on my knees and pushed down on my head. As I dropped to the floor in front of him, he told me to put my hands behind my back and hold them there. Scott dropped his pants and stepped out of them. His cock was straining against his tight undies. "Lick it", he said. So I did. I leaned forward and ran my tongue along his bulge. I worked it up and down until his briefs were soaked. Scott decided that was enough and pushed my head back. He then pulled down the wet fabric and out sprang his huge cock. It seemed enormous as I stared right at it. "Remember, keep your hands behind your back", he chided and then grabbed me by the hair again. "Open wide sweetie", he said with a mocking tone.

What he did next shocked me. He actually started slapping me in the face with his dick. Scott moved it from side to side and teased me with it before finally jamming it in my mouth. Then he released my head, backed away and said, "OK, now suck me off!" I had to lean forward to reach his cock and just as I did, the bastard moved. Now I saw his plan, he was going to make me work. And that is just what I did. He teased and prodded me with his tool. He would let me suck it for a while and then pull out and rub it all over my face. Scott laughed and then barked, "Look me in the eye you little slut." When I did, he stuffed his cock back in my mouth. The he grabbed my head with both hands and fucked my mouth. I felt so used as he humped my face. Helpless as my lips and tongue were just for his pleasure. Scott rubbed the underside of his cock head over my tongue furiously and then growled, "Here you go slut." Just as he started to shoot he pulled out and blasted on my lips and into my open mouth. Then he jacked himself and came all over my face in huge gooey spurts. The cum dripped off of my chin and onto my breasts. Then he put his dick back in my mouth and told me to clean him up. I licked him free of any trace of his seed and until he was hard again. 

Scott then had me get on all fours on the bed. He lifted my skirt up over my ass and climbed up behind me. "Tell me how much you want me to fuck you. Tell me how you want to be my cheating slut." Scott said in a taunting voice. Then he rubbed his cock against my open pussy.

"Please fuck me Scott, make me your whore." I couldn't believe the words were coming out of my mouth. "Take me with your huge cock." "Please fuck me any way you want." I begged.

He laughed again and said, "You are such a slut, begging for cock with cum all over your face." Then he slid into me, gently at first but soon he was fucking me hard. He pounded me like mad for some time and then turned me over. He fucked me with long, slow strokes and teased me with his long dick for a while. Then Scott pulled out of me and moved up to my mouth again. He had me suck him and lick his cock and balls. I licked him clean. Now it was time for me on top. Scott wanted me to do all the work. He reached up and pinched my nipples as I rode him. He rubbed my tits hard as I worked my pussy over his cock. I gripped him as hard as I could and fucked him with all of my might, from the top of his dick until I ground my pubis against him. 

"That's it slut, now take it!" Scott yelled. He thrust up into me and came hard. I could feel him shooting into me as his cock throbbed and drove me into a tremendous orgasm. I came so hard that I couldn't even hear all the nasty things Scott was saying. I just loved the way I felt, so stuffed with cock, so dirty. "Wow, you are a slut." Scott said with a grin as he looked up at me, impaled on his cock all covered in his dried come. 

Scott fucked me twice more that night. Once in the shower, after blowing him to another erection, and another time in the chair next to the bed. He got into me telling him about being married and how he was fucking another man's wife. I truly was his slut.

I got home about 4:30 and Ted was wide awake. I was exhausted but all he had to do was look at me and he practically came right then. Over the next few days I told him everything and about how hot it made me. It seemed to get him excited too, which is good because now I am hooked. The whole thing gets me off and I have had several more adventures with Scott since. Maybe I will tell about them sometime.



Lost a Bet



I've been living with my boyfriend, Dan, for a couple of months. A couple of weeks ago, Dan came home with some wild story about putting my sexual services up as a poker bet. When he saw the look of horror on my face, he quickly told me not to worry, and that he had in fact won the five hundred dollar pot. Since then I've been waiting for him to come home and tell me that he lost. 

This morning Dan came to me in the kitchen with a strange look on his face.

"Uh, Karen," he said, "Remember that poker game I went to last night?"

"Yes, I remember," I replied, "What about it?" 

"Um, you know how the other night I told you I had put you up as collateral on a bet?" he said.

"I remember. Do you remember how angry I got when you told me that?" I shot back. "Do you remember that you said you would never do that again?" I said.

"Yeah. Well, uh, I sort of did it again," he said sheepishly. He went on to explain in detail what a good hand he had, and how the pot was up to five-hundred dollars, and that he was so sure he was going to win.

"Let me guess," I said, "You lost." My heart was beating hard. I've been secretly fantasizing about having to "pay out" to his friends to cover his debt. I often masturbated thinking about it, but I knew I would never go through with it.

"Well, yeah. I lost," he said, hesitating. "Now you kinda... well... you have to give Jim a blowjob," he said, looking at the floor.

My jaw dropped. "Are you kidding me?!" I yelled. "Do you really think I'm going to suck Jim's dick just because you made a stupid bet?!"

My boyfriend looked ashamed. He swore he would never do it again, but if I didn't go through with it, then he would have to come up with five hundred dollars to cover the loss. We both knew this was impossible so close to the end of the month.

I folded my arms and stood there staring at him. "How could you do that? Do you think I'm some kind of whore?!" I yelled. I watched him squirm, shifting his weight from foot to foot. He couldn't even look me in the eye. A few moments passed. The kitchen was silent.

"I can't even look at you right now!" I said and stormed out of the kitchen. I entered the bathroom and slammed the door. I took a deep breath. His friend Jim was a handsome young man. I've often wondered what he looked like naked. I wondered how big his cock was, and what his balls looked like. Although I would never tell Dan this, I sometimes masturbated thinking about Jim fucking me from behind. In fact, the thought of kneeling in front of him sucking his cock made me more excited than I wanted to admit.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I wondered if he found me as attractive as I found him. Today I was wearing my favorite "comfort" outfit. I wore a tight black shirt with a big scoop neck showing lots of cleavage. My pink 34C bra kept my big breasts pushed nice and high. I wore a matching pair of tight black yoga pants, rolled low on my hips, and no panties. Many times I'd caught Jim checking out my trim, athletic body, but I never thought it would actually go anywhere!

I grabbed a hair elastic and swept my long brown hair into a pony tail. I left the bathroom and returned to the kitchen. My boyfriend was leaning against the counter, his hands in his pockets. He didn't look at me.

"You're an idiot, you know that," I said.

He nodded quietly. A full minute passed.

"Do you think I'm a whore?" I asked him.

"No," he said quietly. Another minute passed.

I let out a deep breath. "You have to swear no one will find out," I told him.

A smile crawled across his face.

"If anyone asks, you paid Jim the money and I did NOT suck his cock," I said.looked up at me, grinning.

"Of course," he said.

"And I'm not going to swallow his come!" I said. I folded my arms tightly across my chest. I pretended as best I could to be annoyed, but secretly I was very excited.

"No, of course not," he said.

"I mean it! He is not going to come in my mouth!" I insisted. 

"No problem," he said.

"And I'm not going over there. He can come over here," I said. I looked at Dan's face. He was biting his lip. "Oh God, he's on his way over, isn't he," I said.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. We both jumped. I grabbed Dan's hand as he turned to answer the door.

"Wait," I said pointing a finger at him. "I'm NOT taking my clothes off, and I am NOT going to kneel in front of him," I said urgently.

"I understand, of course!" Jim said. After a moment, he asked, "Ok, um, what if he wants to touch your tits while you're blowing him?"

This guy really knows how to push his luck, I thought to myself. 

"OK, I guess, he can touch my tits but over my clothes only," I told him. I was starting to feel nervous. There was another knock at the door.

With that, he turned and left the kitchen. I sat down in a chair. This was all happening so fast! Could I really go through with this? Could I really suck Jim's cock here in my kitchen? I heard my boyfriend and his guest at the door. They were talking quietly, but I could tell it was Jim's voice. I leaned over and closed the blinds. I looked down at my chest. My nipples were hard.

"Hi Karen," said Jim as he entered the kitchen. The look on his face told me he wasn't sure if I was on-side yet. "So..." he said.

"Hi," I said timidly. "My idiot boyfriend told me all about the bet." The two of them laughed nervously. An awkward silence followed. Jim looked at my hard nipples. 

"So," Jim said carefully, "are you going to do it?"

I said nothing, and instead slowly turned my chair to face him. Jim looked at Dan who nodded his head. He didn't need any more of an invitation. He approached me and began to unfasten his jeans.

"Wait," I said. Jim froze. "You will never tell anyone I did this, understand?" I said to him. Jim nodded. Without any hesitation he pulled his pant and boxers to his knees. He stood up and looked at me.

For the first time I laid eyes on Jim's beautiful cock. "Wow," I muttered. His cock was huge. It was thicker and longer than Dan's, and his tight scotum held a heavy set of balls. He wasn't fully erect yet, but well on his way.

"I hope you don't mind a shaved cock," Jim said. His cock and balls was shaved smooth, with only a tiny bit of carefully trimmed hair above the base of his shaft.

"Let's get this over with," I said, trying not to appear nervous or excited. I reached up and cupped his heavy balls with one hand, and wrapped my other hand around the base of his shaft. I looked up at him from my chair and said "Do not come in my mouth, understand?"

Jim smiled and nodded in agreement. "I can't believe I'm doing this," I muttered. I lowered my gaze to his thick, meaty shaft. I opened my mouth and slowly slipped his cock into my mouth.

"Mmm..." Jim moaned as he felt my warm, wet mouth close around his prick. Within moments I felt his fat cock inflate to full thickness inside my mouth. I began to suck on him and gently move my head back and forth on him. His cock was so thick, I felt like I was sucking on a fence post!

"I told you she was good," I heard Dan say.

With that encouragement, I relaxed a little and started nodding my head faster, and sucking on him harder. The sound of wet sucking filled the quiet little kitchen. Occasionally I heard Jim let out a little gasp or moan.

"Do you like that, Karen?" Dan asked me. I pulled my mouth off Jim's cock and turned my head to look at him. He was standing beside us watching intently.

"I'm never doing this again... to EITHER of you," I said sarcastically. The boys laughed. I turned back and slid Jim's cock back into my wet mouth.

A few moments passed. "Fuck... she's good," Jim said. His voice shook. I could tell he was really enjoying himself. "Can I touch her tits?" he asked.

"Go ahead," Dan replied.

Jim put one hand on my shoulder and slid the other hand down the front of my top and into my bra. He grabbed a big handful of my soft flesh. His fingers found my hard nipple. He gently played with it, tugging and pulling on it. "Thank God!" I thought to myself. I wanted to tear off my shirt and bra. I wanted to show Jim my big tits. I wanted to feel his mouth on my nipples.

The feel of my nipple being played with was making me very wet. I started to slide my fist back and forth on his hard shaft in time with my mouth. My spit become lubricant as I worked my hand back and forth, twisting it as I stroked him.

"Fuck... I think I'm gonna come," Jim groaned after a couple of minutes. He didn't need to tell me. I could tell by the taste of his cock he was ready. Jim pulled his hand out of my shirt. He placed both hands on either side of my head. "Yeah, just like that," he grunted, "Keep sucking... keep sucking my big cock..."

I waited until the last possible moment before I pulled his fat cock out of my mouth. It left my mouth with an audible "pop". I doubled my speed, pumping his cock with my fist, aiming it to my chest.

"How's that?" I asked, looking up at him, "Are you gonna come for me?"

Jim's eyes rolled back in his head and he turned his face to the ceiling. I felt his cock quiver and jerk in my hand. I glanced over at Dan. His eyes were locked on me. He was rubbing his own stiff cock through his jeans. Suddenly Jim came. A shot of thick white goo landed on my chest. Another shot sprayed across my black shirt. I kept tugging. With one last grunt, Jim came on my chest again. I felt it slide quickly down into my bra.

I slowed my stroking as Jim slowly caught his breath. He let go of my head and putting a finger under my chin, tilted my face up to his. "That was amazing, Karen," he said. "Thank you."

I squeezed his erection one more time from base to tip, milking the last of his come into my open hand.

"Guess I'm washing this shirt," I said jokingly as I wiped my hand off on the black fabric.

"We even?" Dan asked Jim.

"Definitely!" Jim replied with a huge grin. He pulled up his pants and the two boys left the room. 

When I was sure Jim was at the door and out of sight, I pulled off my shirt and tossed it on the table. Standing up I walked to the sink, unfastening my bra and pulling it off. My tits were covered in Jim's sticky, white come. I grabbed a wet paper towel and began to wash my tits.

"Hi," Dan said as he snuggled up behind me. I jumped.

"You scared me!" I said. "Is he gone?"

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the back of my neck. "Yeah, he's gone. What are you doing?" he asked. "Washing the come off you?"

"Yes," I replied. I had a big smile. I dropped the towel and leaned over the sink, pushing my little round ass into his crotch. "You are a bad, bad man," I told him.

He reached up and cupped my big bare tits in his hands.

"Did you like that?" he asked. "Tell me the truth."

"The truth?" I asked. 

"Please. I won't be jealous."

"I didn't mind it," I said. I tried not to be too enthusiastic with my reply. Was he really not jealous?

"Oh yeah?" he said. I felt him slide his left hand off my breast, down my flat tummy and inside my tight black pants. He pushed his hand between my legs, and his finger slipped easily between my wet lips. I let out a quiet moan.

"Feels like you liked it a lot," he whispered in my ear. "Tell me more. Tell me what you thought of Jim's cock," he said.

Dan slowly rubbed my clit. My head felt lighter. My words flowed more easily the more he rubbed me.

"Promise you won't tell him?" I asked.

"Promise," he replied.

"His cock... is amazing," I cooed. "It's so thick, it fills my mouth completely."

"Go on."

"His balls...God! I loved cupping his big balls in my hand. I just wanted to suck on them."

I felt my boyfriend release my right breast and slide his hand down my body. I felt him slip his fingers into the back of my stretchy pants, and peel them down over my ass. He grabbed my tight round ass firmly in his hand while he pushed a finger into my wet pussy from the front.

"Is he gone for sure?" I whispered.

"Yes," Dan replied.

"Take my pants off," I told him.

I felt him slide his fingers out of my cunt. He grabbed the sides of my pants and peeled them down over my thighs and down to my ankles. I reached down and pulled the pants off my ankles, tossing them aside. Dan took me by the hand back to the kitchen table.

Now completely naked, I leaned forward over the table and spread my legs. I reached across and grabbed the edge of the table and hung on tight.

Dan crouched down behind me. He spread my ass heeks with his hands and for a minute or two, he licked my cunt and my asshole. When he stood up again, he left his pants around his ankles.

"Fuck me hard, baby," I whispered to him.

I felt the head of my boyfriend's cock positioned at my wet opening.

"Don't tease me baby, I can't take it, I need your cock in me - NOW!" I hissed. I could still taste Jim's come in my mouth, and I thought I would explode if I didn't get fucked right then!

"Is this what you want Jim to do to you?" he asked. He leaned over me pushing his weight down on me, pinning me to the table and sinking his hard cock into me at the same time.

I let out a long moan. His words penetrated me as deep as his cock. 

"Say it," he whispered, "I won't tell him."

"Yes," I whispered back, "I want Jim to fuck me. I want to ride that big cock of his while you watch..."

"Good girl," he whispered. Dan was deep inside me. He began to fuck me. He fucked me so hard the table began to shuffle across the floor. He reached over and grabbed my shoulders, pushing my chest flat against the table. He held me tight and pounded my little pussy for all he was worth.

"Yes.. yes... that's it!" I cried. The kitchen was filled with the sound of flesh slapping against bare flesh. 

Suddenly, we heard a voice.

"Sorry to interrupt," the voice said from behind us. "I forgot my car keys."

Dan stopped pumping. I screamed.

"Oh my God! Jim! Get out of here!" I cried.

"I think they're over there," Dan said, calmly.

I covered my face with both hands. I couldn't move. I was pinned naked to the kitchen table by Dan, his cock deep inside me. I was humiliated!

"Jim! Get the fuck out of here! I'm naked!" I screamed. I opened my eyes and desperately searched for my shirt but it had fallen off the table. "This can't be happening!" I thought to myself.

"Damn, dude," Jim said. "She is so cute, all bent over like that."

"She sure is!" Dan replied. I felt my boyfriend stand up and pull his cock out of me. I froze. What was I supposed to do? I felt like running from the room. Instead I remained motionless, bent over the table, my bare ass on full display.

"Oh that's right, you've never actually seen her bare titties, have you?" I heard Dan say. "They're perfect. Check these out."

I felt him take my hand and pull. "How could he do this to me?" I thought to myself.

"No!" I shouted pulling my hand back. I was so aroused I felt like I was dreaming. Was I about to let Jim see me completely naked? Then I felt Dan's arm around my waist. I relaxed and let him pull me to a standing position. I wrapped my arm tight around my chest. My other hand covered my exposed pussy. I shut my eyes tight.

"Wow, what a hot body!" I heard Jim say.

Dan put his hands on my shoulders and turned me to face Jim. I kept my head turned away, my eyes closed and my arms pressed against my naked body. I felt someone's hands on my arm. I relaxed my arm and let it pull away from my bare chest. I swear my face must have turned beet red!

"Fuck me, what a gorgeous rack! What are you, Karen - like a C cup?" Jim said. He reached out and with both hands squeezed and massaged my bare tits.

I opened my eyes and looked down at my chest. I watched as he pushed my tits together and let them fall apart. He squeezed and played with them. I watched him run his fingers over my nipples. 

I slowly looked up at him and as I did I dropped my hand away from my pussy. I wanted him to look at me. I wanted him to see me completely naked.

Jim smiled. He took a half-step closer to me and slipped his hand between my legs.

I gasped when I felt his warm touch but did not move. 

"Smooth and wet," he said. 

"She loves it from behind," Dan said, "Watch this."

Watch this?

He had been standing behind me the whole time, and now I felt his hand on my back, gently pushing me - bending me in half. Jim stepped back as I bent over, like a draw-bridge closing.

It was only then that I realized what was about to happen. Like a whore, I was about to get fucked from both ends. I leaned over and immediately felt Dan slide his cock into me again. My face was directly in front of Jim's crotch. I watched as Jim opened his pants again and pull out that big cock of his once more.

Jim was hard. His cock jutted straight out - straight at my face. But instead of sliding it into my mouth again as I expected (as I hoped), Jim clutched his cock tight at the base, and using it like a stick, gently 

tapped it against my cheek. He continued to do this on my other cheek, my forehead, and gently bounced his hard cock off my nose. All the while, Dan continued to slowly fuck me from behind.

"Do you want this?" Jim asked, resting his cock on my forehead. I nodded.

"Say it, bitch," he said. His words ripped through me. I repeated them over and over in my mind. "Say it, bitch..."

"God... I want it, now!" I told him. My voice bounced as my body jerked with each thrust I took from behind. "I want that b-big cock in my mouth," I said. "Please, shove it in my...mouth!"

Jim smiled. "Open wide," he said.

I opened my mouth wide and slipped my tongue out, inviting Jim's fat cock inside. He slowly dragged the head of his cock down my face, over my nose and pushed it in to my open mouth. I closed my mouth around his pole and reaching up I gently cupped his balls.

"Mmm... That's a good girl," Jim said. "A good whore knows what she wants."

"A whore," I thought to myself. I'm a whore.

I eagerly sucked Jim's cock, trying hard not to touch his shaft with my teeth - not so easy given the pounding my pussy was taking from my boyfriend.

Jim grabbed my ponytail at the back of my head and pulled his cock out of my mouth. He rested the head of his sloppy-wet pole on my chin.

"Are you a whore?" he asked me quietly. I almost couldn't hear him over the sound of Dan's pelvis slapping against my bare ass. Slap...slap...slap...slap....

I nodded.

"Say it," Jim said, looking down at me. "Tell me what a little whore you are."

"I'm a whore," I said quietly. My body tingled as the words left my mouth. I looked at him through half-closed eyes and spit running down from my mouth. I looked like a whore. My mascara ran down from the corners of my eyes and sweat was running down my chest and dripping off my nipples.

"I'm a little slut," I whispered. "I'm a good little cocksuck...," I began to say. Before I could finish the words, Jim shoved his cock back into my mouth and right to the back of my throat. I almost gagged. I wrapped my hand around it and immediately started to suck and jerk him off.

After a few more minutes Dan stopped pumping. 

"Switch," I heard him say, "I'm gonna come." 

Switch?

I stood up and as I did, for the first time in my life, I felt two hard cocks slip out of my body at the same time. I turned around to face Dan. His cock was shiny and slick from my cunt. I bent in half again, taking his cock in my hand, and feeding it into my mouth. I pushed my ass out and arched my back, offering my wet pussy to Jim.

"Fuck," Jim remarked, "She didn't even wipe off your dick before she shoved it back in her mouth!"

Jim immediately worked his big cock into my tight little pussy. I moaned as I felt his big cock slide inside me. Jim grabbed my hips and began to fuck me. He screwed me slowly at first, then faster. Slap.. slap.. slap.. slap..




Lost a Bet



I tightened my fist around Dan's cock. I felt his cock head slide quickly back and forth over my tongue. He put one hand under my chin, and the other hand grabbed my ponytail tight. That was my queue to stop bobbing my head and to remain still while he started to screw my mouth.

"Yeah," whispered Jim, "Fuck that little whore's face!"

Dan fucked my mouth and tight fist faster and faster. I heard him grunt and his body shook. His cock jumped in my mouth. Then I felt load after load of warm sperm coat the back of my throat. All the 

while I continued to suck. After one last jerk, I felt him relax. He relaxed his grip on my head, and slowly withdrew his cock from my mouth. 

No sooner was Dan's cock out of my mouth, than Jim grabbed my shoulders and kicked it into high gear. He fucked me so hard it almost hurt.

"Oh my God, YES!" I screamed. I moaned like a porn star. I grabbed my big hanging tits and clutched them, pulling hard on my nipples. Jim was pounding me as hard as he could. His breathing sounded like he just ran 10 miles.

When I looked up again I saw my boyfriend standing there, watching as his friend, Jim fucked the shit out of me, right there in our kitchen. Jim would slow down and catch his breath sometimes and then speed up again. He would reach around and grab one of my sweaty tits. Sometimes he would use his hands to spread my ass-cheeks. He would watch my tiny asshole as he stabbed my pussy with his thick cock.

I heard Jim's breathing get more erratic. His grasp on my hips got tighter. All of a sudden, he pulled out of me and said "Come!"

Like a trained dog, I spun around and dropped to the floor on my knees in front of him. I slammed his cock into my mouth and furiously sucked and jerked it. The sloppy wet sounds of sucking filled the air.

"Faster, stupid," Jim told me.

I moaned hard and loud as his words penetrated me. I'm a stupid whore. I'm a cocksucker. I'm a slut.

I jerked him off as fast as I could with my fist. I cupped his big balls tight in my hand, pulling them up close and high. I worked the end of his big cock as fast as I could with my mouth. My cheeks were drawn in and sweat rolled down my face.

"Fuck.....yeah...." Jim groaned. He grabbed my head with both hands and raised himself up on his toes. His body jerked. Suddenly the first of four big ropes of come filled my mouth. His cock jumped and twitched. I kept jerking and sucking.

Without hesitation or breaking my rhythm I swallowed load after load. I barely had the taste of Dan's come out of my mouth, and now I added Jim's sperm to it.

As Jim's last load of come spilled in my mouth, I felt his body nearly collapse. I held firm to his cock, even as he pulled it from my mouth. I kept gently, slowly stroking his shaft and gently squeezing his big balls.

I looked up at Jim and as I did I pushed a little of his come out of my mouth, letting it run down my chin. He smiled back and nodded.

"I think she likes it," said Jim. The boys laughed. "How does it taste?" he asked me.

I grinned and answered, "Your cock tastes a little like my pussy." We all laughed.

Dan sat in a chair. Jim took two small steps back and rested with his back against the wall. I followed him on my knees - both hands still holding his cock and balls, not wanting to let go.

The kitchen was quiet for a few minutes as we all caught our breath. I took the time to study Jim's big cock. I examined him all over. I studied every vein in his shaft and every wrinkle on his bag. I rolled his shaft over and over in my hands. I studied his big cock-head. Every so often I slipped his cock head between my lips and teased it back to life. He surely would have gone limp were it not for my constant and continued attention.

"Are you ever going to let that thing go?" Dan joked.

The two boys started to talk about other things while they relaxed. They were almost oblivious of my naked presence and my constant fondling of Jim's big tool.

I finally let go of Jim's big trunk and I started to pull his pants off which had been bunched around his feet for the last hour. Jim obliged by lifting his feet and I finally got his socks pants, underwear, and socks 

off. Jim looked down at me, shrugged, and pulled his shirt off, tossing it aside. I looked up at him admiringly. His naked body was beautiful - tight and muscular.

I leaned forward and began licking his smooth balls. I lifted his ball sac up high and pushed my face underneath. I worked my way around his entire bag. Then, I placed put his cock across my face and tried to get his balls in my mouth.

"I don't think that's gonna work, honey," Jim said.

"She fucking loves a guy's balls. Seriously," Dan said.

"Yeah?" said Jim.

"Yeah," Dan said, "Karen will lick you balls all day if you let her."

Jim chuckled. "I'm learning a lot about her today. What else does she like?" he asked.

"Turn around," I said to Jim.

"What?" he said.

I put my hands on Jim's hips and made him turn around to face the wall.

"Put your hands on the wall and spread your legs," I ordered.

Jim laughed nervously. He widened his stance and put his hands on the wall as if he were going to be searched.

I grabbed his tight, round ass with both hands.

"Mmm... Nice ass!" I said, giving it a hard slap.

Using one hand I reached between Jim's legs and firmly cupped his heavy balls. Jim jumped nervously.

"Relax," I told him. I slid my hand from his balls to his erection and gently pulled down, pointing his cock to the floor. I watched with delight as his tight ball-sac got even tighter with the added pressure.

"Here we go," Dan said from his chair.

Without any more warning I leaned in and pushed my face into Jim's ass, driving my mouth between his cheeks. With my tongue, I searched out his little asshole.

"Jesus!" Jim muttered.

With my free hand I pulled his ass cheek aside, my red polished nails digging into his sexy round ass. I began flicking the tip of my wet tongue over his asshole. With my other hand I started to stroke his cock, up and down, like I was milking a cow.

"What the fuck?" Jim whispered. He pushed his ass out a little further, bending forward slightly.

I pushed my tongue out as far as I could, shoving it into Jim's asshole. I pulled it out again and this time with long broad strokes, I licked the entire length of his ass rack. I started again, licking his swollen balls, and then pushing my tongue up across his asshole and all the way up to the top of his ass crack. I licked him over and over and over until his ass crack was coated in spit.

I heard Jim breathing hard. I knew he was unsure of what to do (but to stand there and take it). I continued pulling and twisting my fist up and down his hard cock. Each time I pulled extra hard downward, squeezing his swollen balls against his body.

"Buddy, you're gonna like this," I heard Dan say. I turned my head briefly to look at him. He was still sitting in the chair. His cock was at full mast, and he was casually stroking himself.

I slipped a middle finger into my mouth and pulled it out wet. Then I carefully placed it over Jim's tight little asshole.

"Don't you dare," Jim said, his voice trembling.

Very slowly, I pushed my middle finger inside him, curling it, looking for his prostate. Jim let out a slow moan.

I worked my finger gently in and out, wiggling it and at the same time, squeezing and milking his cock.

"W-what the fuck?" Jim stuttered.

I slowly worked his asshole with my finger and his cock with my hand for a few minutes until I felt his leg muscles stiffen. I felt his body quiver. I heard his breath become short. Jim began to come. I watched in awe as white come leaked from his cock and fell to the floor. He kept coming and coming. After almost a minute, two more thick shots of come dropped to the floor. His orgasm lasted for almost two minutes. All the while I kept milking his cock and playing in his ass.

"Pull it out," Jim whispered.

I slowly withdrew my finger. I released my grip on his cock. It bounced up like a spring. Jim turned around, exhausted. He found a chair and sat down.

"Did you like that?" I asked him.

Jim was speechless. I turned and looked at Dan. We smiled at each other. His hard cock looked very inviting. He motioned for me to come over and using his hand, wagged his cock back and forth like a dog wagging his tail.

"Next!" I said.

I picked myself up off my knees and walked over to him. I put one hand on Dan's shoulder and straddled his lap. I took his hard cock in my other hand and carefully fed it into my warm, wet pussy. As I sat down, I felt his cock fill me up. 

"Show me those big tits," Dan said.

I cupped my tits in my hands and pushed them together and up, offering them to him like a plate of candy.

Dan greedily sucked on my nipples, moving from one to the other. Finally he pulled his mouth off me and said, "Ride me."

Slowly I rode Dan up and down. My body felt exhausted from the last hour of screwing.

"Is he watching?" I whispered in his ear.

"Yeah. He's coming over," he replied. My heart jumped.

I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders. I smiled and kept on riding. I felt Jim's hands slide down the front of my body. As Dan's hands released my tits, Jim's hands replaced them. I purred.

I felt Dan slip his hand over my pussy. He found my hard clit and started to rub me.

"Oh, yeah...I like that. Jim, pull my nipples," I moaned. Jim obliged.

The combination of my clit getting rubbed, my nipples pulled and a hard cock sliding in and out of me brought on the start of a very hard orgasm. I felt it coming on like a freight train. I knew it would be huge when it arrived.

I started riding Dan a little faster. Jim released my right nipple and brought his fingers up to my mouth. I opened and sucked on his first two fingers. He withdrew his fingers and slid his hand down my back.

"Oh fuck," I thought to myself. "I know where this is going."

Jim rubbed his hand all over my bare ass as is hopped up and down on Dan's lap. I stopped suddenly in mid-thrust as I felt Jim's two wet fingers slide over my asshole. I paused and arched my back, pushing my ass toward him being careful not to let Dan's dick slip out of me.

It hurt only briefly when he pushed both wet fingers inside my asshole. I winced for a moment and then relaxed. I started to ride my boyfriend again with Jim's fingers still pushed inside me. 

"Do you like that, slut?" Jim said quietly.

A few moments later he pulled them out again. I felt him gently drag his fingers up my ass-crack, and up my back. I started fucking faster. I felt his fingers slide across my shoulders, up my neck and under my chin. I opened my mouth. Jim slid his fingers back into my mouth and I sucked on them. 

"Wow," Dan said.

Jim repeated this again and again; finger-fucking my asshole, and returning his fingers to my mouth for me to hungrily suck on.

"God...What a dirty pig," Jim said.

I couldn't hold off my orgasm any longer. I squeezed my pussy muscles tight. My body jerked. My head fell back. I opened my mouth and cried out.

"OHHH.... Fuck! YES!" I cried.

My orgasm felt like it lasted hours, with my pussy muscles convulsing, and my nipples almost aching.

When I finally finished, I slumped over Dan. I was utterly exhausted. I rested for a while, with his hard dick still inside me.

"Did you come?" I whispered to him.

"Not yet," he replied. "Get on the floor," he told me.

I stood up, Dan's cock slipping out of me with a gooey sound. I turned around and dropped to the floor on all fours.

I noticed the small spill of come from where I had milked Jim earlier. I got a devious idea.

I slowly crawled over to it, wiggling my ass as I went. I stopped over top of it and crouched down. I rested my chest on the floor, and left my little round ass up high. I spread my legs a little more so the boys would get a really good look at my pussy and asshole.

Jim moved around to stand behind me.

"What a gorgeous little pussy," he said.

"I know," Dan said. "I love how her pussy lips push out between her ass-cheeks when she bends over even a little."

"What's she doing now?" Jim asked. He walked up beside me. "Oh my God," he said, "She's licking my come off the floor!"

I smiled as I slowly licked Jim's sticky come off the dirty kitchen floor. I saw Dan walk up on the other side of me. I looked up. My chin was covered in white come. Dan was standing there, jerking off. He had his balls cupped in one hand, the other fist was furiously pounding away on his cock.

I opened my mouth to say something when his cock erupted, and a thick stream of come landed across my face and hair. Another thick glob followed. Then another.

When I finally sat up my head was covered in come. I looked like a complete whore. The boys were grinning from ear to ear.

"What do you think?" I asked them, playing coy.

"I think we're going to have a lot of fun with you," Jim replied.

We moved to the bedroom and spent the rest of the day there. The boys took turns with me all afternoon. I lost track of how many times I had sex that day. 

I never again complained about being used as a bet.



Lost a Bet but Won The Prize





Surely he was going to win the bet, and it would be him that called the shots in our next meeting. I hadn't planned anything, thinking OU would take the Fiesta Bowl without any problems... That wasn't the case. Midway through the 3rd quarter Boise took an 18 point lead. It appears OU had underestimated Boise's defense line. The rest of the game is nail biting to the quik history. The victory of Boise was bitter sweet, wanting OU to win but eagerly accepting my dominating role in our next rendezvous. 

Since we agreed winner takes all, I had every intension in living up to my end of our deal.

I waited patiently for him to call... as usual. 

My phone rang.

"Looks like you have me right where you wanted me."

"Yes, I do." Giggling.

"Where and when?"

"I was thinking same place Saturday morning, say 0900?"

"I'll meet you there."

She has waited all Football season for this one day and wanted it to be perfect.

While packing her goody bag Friday night he called.

"What's happening?"

"Nutin, just getting ready for tomorrow, oh I want you to be freshly showered and I want you to be waiting for me in your back office. So leave the door open."

"Ok, I'll see you in the morning."

Friday night seemed like an eternity, neither one slept much. Anticipation filled his mind for what was in store for him. Hers wouldn't stop thinking of all the

New and exciting things she was going to do to him.

She awoke with the sound of her alarm. This morning was different, usually the noise annoyed her but today...It was music to her ears. She quickly jumped in the shower, put her makeup on and dressed and was out the door in no time.

She pulled up to the rear of his office and noticed his car already there.

Good boy she thought to herself...He's learning, coming along quite nicely.

She walked up the stairs to his office, let herself in and locking the door securely behind her.

Making her way down the hall, too the last door on the right. Butterflies filled not only her stomach this time, they consumed her whole body.

Opening the door, he looked up from his desk...their eyes met and enormous smiles flowed over their faces, both excited and relieved all at the same time. He stood and approached her, wrapping his arms around her and giving her a soft tantalizing kiss.

The physical attraction oozed from her body every time she saw him, and today was no exception. She could feel her juices seeping through her panties to her jeans she was wearing.

"I brought breakfast." As she turned and opened the basket, pulling out a bottle of champagne, orange juice and blueberry muffins.

"Open this." She say's handing him the bottle of champagne.

"You're going to need it." As she looked into his eyes and gave him a little smirk.

She began mixing the mimosas and filling each glass to the rim.

They had mimosa after mimosa until all inhibitions dissipated and turned to hunger, but not for the muffins...not the ones in the basket anyway.

She sat on the edge of his desk while he sat in his chair, her legs to each side of him with her feet resting in the seat. Gazing into his now intoxicated eyes she say's 

"I want you to get undressed and leave the black socks on. I've become fond of them. I want you on all fours when I reenter the room." She left the room. He didn't say a word. He just followed her command.

Upon entering the room, the first thing he saw were the black leather thigh high boots. He moved his eyes upward scanning the short black skirt and tight fitted leather top. Her hair pulled back into a ponytail. In her hand...a whip.

Her blue eyes sparkled in delight with the compliance of her lover. 

She looked up and down his body walking along side of him brushing the leather pieces of the whip up and down his bare flesh. She loved looking at him. He was so sexy, his calves and thighs were wonderfully toned-not too muscular...just perfect. His stomach and chest were in shape as were his arms. He had a gorgeous face, tender lips and deep brown eyes that drew her in if she looked at them too long. 

She walks around to the front of him and secures his head between her calves.

"Are you going to be a good boy today?"

"Yes."

"Yes, mistress." he corrects himself quickly.

"That's better, but I think you need to learn a little lesson."

She began whipping him softly until he was almost moaning with pleasure.

"Does my little slave like that?"

You moan in response.

"Ahh, you do, but you'd better answer your mistress when she asks you a question."

She whips you harder.

"Yes mistress", you gasped.

"You know better then to moan unless I tell you too."

"Don't do it again." as she whipped him even harder to see if he would make a noise.

"Your being a good boy now." She said with pleasure in her voice.

"You're learning, soon you will be my perfect love slave."

She put the whip down and moved behind him and tenderly ran her fingertips over his tight red ass. I could feel the heat coming from your raw skin.

Without warning she smacked your butt cheeks. Your body rocked forward under the impact. You moaned out loud ...I hit harder. 

I trace my fingers lightly over my perfect hand prints on your ass soothing them and give each one a tender kiss.

I crawl up behind you and pressing my Mons firmly to your butt, wrapping my arms around you and nuzzling and nibbling on the back of your neck, while I press harder and harder as if I'm making love to you. Your cock is so hard, but I haven't touched it...

I brush your nipples with the tips of my fingers, your head leans back and you let out a moan as I pinch them simultaneously. You're butt pushing harder into me, begging for more. 

Slowly I make my way lightly and lovingly kiss the length of your spine, stopping at your lower back and kissing from one side to the other. Sweeping my fingers down your sides too your thighs, using my fingernails trailing up to your cheeks, parting them and squeezing each one in my hands. 

You feel my fingers softly circling your hole. Without warning I grip some of the hair around your anus and quickly rip it out and sooth your pain with my wet tongue. 

It took your breath away, as sensations of pleasure and pain swept through you're body...I did it again, this time placing my tongue flat against your hole moving it slightly up and down applying the smallest amount of pressure every once in awhile.

"You like that don't you?"

"I want you to get up and lie down on your back on your desk."

He complies immediately.

She quickly secures his wrists with furry restraints and ties the ends to the bottom of his desk. She secures his ankles as well, spreading his legs far apart.

He begins tugging at the restraints and realizes...she means business this time.

"Let me go, let me loose now!" She leans down close to his face.

"Or what?" With an accomplished look in her eyes and tone in her voice.

"You can't move, you definitely can't get away; you love it and you know it. Don't be afraid to admit the truth. I won't hurt you...too bad."

"Really, let me go!" with more sternness in his voice.

She bends down and takes her panties off and stuffs them in his mouth.

"You won't be talking much now...will you?"

"You're always avoiding me, if you think I'm letting you go now...you're crazy."

"I have you right where I want you."

"Do you remember our conversation of me wanting to mold your cock?"

"Yes." He mumbles through her panties that fill his mouth.

"Well, that's exactly what I'm going to do now."

She begins to pour the mold filling into the tube. 

His cock already erect, she begins stroking it with her tongue to get it as big as it can get.

She places a condom over it and places the tube over his member for a couple minutes. Pulling it off and filling it with the quick dry latex to mold a replica of his perfect cock.

As the mold dries, she unties him from the desk legs, keeping the furry handcuffs on. 

"I want you to get on your knees in front of me."

He complies quickly.

She, sitting in his chair, legs spread with only her boots on.

'I want you to lick my pussy with that skillful tongue of yours until I cum."

"Do you under stand?" I remove my panties from your mouth and uncuff your wrists, since I like you to use your fingers as well.

"I understand quite well."

As you begin to tease me by licking the inner part of my thighs as your fingers spread my lips open. I feel your tongue licking each side of my clit, slowly you lick taking your time making my insides ache for you once again. I feel you find my clit as you simultaneously dip a finger into my slit and gliding it down to my anus circling your finger with my juices. You begin flicking and sucking on my clit.As my body begins to loose control, you plunge one of your fingers deep inside of me. Taking me over the edge, into an amazing orgasm. 

"That was very nice; you're so skilful. I love when you do that to me."

"Now, it's your turn."

I lean down and give you a deep passionate kiss; I can still taste me in your mouth.

"I want you to stay on your knees."

She gets up and pulls the firm latex replica of his cock out, and sits back down in front of him. 

Holding it in front of him, showing him what a beautiful cock he has. 

"Isn't that the most beautiful cock you've ever seen?"

"It looks just like mine."

"Exactly."

"It is yours, and I want you to lick it."

"I want you to lick and suck on it just like you'd like to be licked and sucked."

"I'm not doing that!"

"If you don't I'm gonna fuck you with it."

You look up at me and know I will do... exactly what I said if you didn't.

"I'll make it a little easier on you."

She spreads her legs farther apart and begins to run his latex cock up and down her wet slit.

Her other hand soon finds her clit; she slowly penetrates herself with her new found toy.

"Lick on my nipples while I play with my pussy."

Eagerly, he summits to her request. You flicking my nipples and occasionally gently biting them while I'm stoking my clit and thrusting your cock in and out of my pussy. You press harder between my legs and begin grinding against me with each thrust of my hand, giving me the sensation of you inside of me. You sense I'm getting ready to climax again, and kiss me deep and hard...spiraling me over the edge into yet, another amazing orgasm.

He kept kissing her, hoping she would forget about what she wanted. She knew his intent, but was really enjoying kissing him...she loved to kiss him.

I placed a hand on each side of your face, gently pulling you from my mouth and looking deep into those beautiful brown eyes of yours and see the uncertainty of what lies in your very near future. I pull my new toy from my wetness and hold it near to me.

"Now, lick and suck every bit of me off of it."

You close your eyes and start to lick my juices off, from base to tip in long strokes...

You take the head into your mouth swirling your tongue around the rim, applying more pressure on the frenulum. You start to take it into your mouth deeper and deeper. I can tell your liking it as you begin to moan as you suck it and your cock dripping with pre cum. I run my fingers through your curls, lightly pushing your head deeper onto the cock.

"You like that don't you?"

"Suck it deeper into your mouth and do it like you like it!"

You take it out of your mouth and look at it and again start to lick it from base to tip in long slow strokes.

"I like watching you make love to your own cock with your mouth. It turns me on."

I lean over and begin to lick on it with you. Both of us, licking on you together. Our tongues find each other and start kissing each other so deep and hard, running our hands over each others body. 

I lie you on your back and lay myself on top of you. I love the way our bodies feel together. I love running my fingers through your curls. I kiss my way down your body licking and gently biting your nipples. A moan escapes your lips. As I play with your nipples with my mouth my hands explore the rest of your body. I touch just the tip of your cock and glide your pre cum down the underside of your cock.

"I want you to stand up and lean over your desk."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm gonna play."

"Now do it!"

You lean over your desk in front of me. I sit back in your chair admiring the view of your perfect ass. I run my finger nails up the back of your legs from your ankles to your butt cheeks... slow and sensual. I start to nibble at the back of your thighs .You really like this, your moans don't lie. I nibble up the cleft of your cheeks and spread them apart. I blow my hot breath on your stretched hole. As I pull them farther apart, I begin to lick and probe at your hole, advancing my tongue deeper and deeper inside of you with each probe. Your body pushing against me, urging me deeper inside of you. 

I pick up your cock and begin to rub it up and down the crack of your ass.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"I told you, I'm playing. Just relax and enjoy it."

"You know, it's a wonderful thing don't you? To have your mistress take you places you may have never gone before. To have her push her wet tongue inside your tight ass and to have your own cock slowly being pushed into you."

As she begins to slowly penetrate you with it.

"It's to big...stop!"

I don't listen; I slide the head in and out of you until it starts to relax those tight muscles. You let out a sigh as you start to ride it. I hold it in place letting you take control of how fast and deep you want it. I begin sucking on the area between your anus and your balls. Your moans become more frequent and louder with each thrust. I take your balls into my mouth loving on them as you fuck yourself with your cock...

I sense your about to cum, I take your cock deep into my wet warm mouth and suck it without taking it out of my mouth, giving it a feeling of a hot tight wet pussy. Your body couldn't take anymore. You let out an unmistakable moan as you filled my mouth with your cum, mouth full after mouth full. I had to open my throat and just let it pour down. 

I held you in my mouth as I gently pulled your cock from your ass. 

You ran your fingers through my hair as you recovered from the most intense orgasm you have yet to have. I rise up kissing your tummy to your mouth and kiss you tenderly. 

We kissed and held each other for awhile before parting.

Until next time my secret lover...

Until you, I hadn't realized how much I have been missing. You have ignited a spark deep within me. The urge to be touched, teased, fulfilled. You have stirred the urge to explore my sexuality, too experience things I never dreamed of. I thank you for that, but now...I want the real thing.