The Babysitter Diary-Concluded
This is the second part of my affair with the babysitter and another.
This is the second part of my affair with the babysitter and another.
Phoebe unlocked the front door and let herself into the house. She dropped her backpack by the staircase and shrugged out of her denim jacket. Dropping it on top of her bag, she started toward the kitchen to get something out to make dinner before going upstairs to do her homework.
She paused at the door to the kitchen. The TV was on in the den and she knew what that meant. Her dad had left his office early again as he had so often since returning from his last deployment. It had been overlooked so far because everyone understood what a toll the tour in Afghanistan followed a year and a half later by a year in Iraq had taken. An army brat since the day she was born sixteen and a half years earlier, Phoebe knew they weren’t going to keep ignoring it, though.
“Hi, Daddy,” she said as she entered the family room.
“Hey, baby,” he said turning to look over his shoulder at her.
Phoebe leaned against the arm of the sofa and wrapped her arms around her dad’s shoulders. She leaned against him and kissed his cheek. “Do you need anything before I go upstairs and start my homework?” she asked.
Her dad handed her the glass he held. “Refill,” he said smiling at her.
She took the glass to the kitchen. The bottle was sitting on the black, granite top of the work island in the center of the room. She unscrewed the cap and poured the clear, topaz colored liquid into the glass. Lifting the bottle to her lips she took a swig herself before replacing the cap.
She returned to the family room and handed the glass back to her dad. He took it without looking up. “Thanks, pumpkin,” he said absently before taking a large sip letting it caress his tongue before swallowing.
Phoebe’s fingers trailed across his shoulder as she turned to leave the room. She returned to the kitchen and took the two steaks that her gran had bought earlier that day from the fridge. She sat them on the counter next to the range and headed back to the stairs to retrieve her bag and jacket.
Phoebe rinsed the dishes and stacked them in the dishwasher as her little brother, Justin did his homework at the kitchen table. When the dishes were done she checked Justin’s homework then joined her dad in the den to watch TV for a while.
She talked about her day at school and her dad drank. At nine she sent her brother to bed, making sure that he brushed his teeth first. When Justin was settled for the night she returned to the den.
At eleven when local news came on, Phoebe stood up and leaned down to kiss her dad on the cheek. “I’m going to bed, Daddy,” she said as she straightened up again. “Don’t fall asleep down here, okay.”
“I won’t, baby,” he promised. “I’ll be up as soon as the news is over.”
Phoebe woke with a start and looked at the clock on her night stand. The glowing red numbers read 2:09 AM. She lay in her bed for a moment trying to figure out what had dragged her from her sleep so abruptly.
Then she heard him. Her dad was shouting in his sleep and she knew it was another of the dreams that had plagued him since his return from Iraq. She jumped out of her bed and hurried across the hall to his room meaning to wake him before he could disturb Justin’s sleep, too.
“Daddy,” she said reaching out to grasp his shoulder. She gave him a little shake. “Daddy,” she said again a little more stridently.
He grabbed her upper arms and dragged her into the bed. Rolling with her, he pinned her to the mattress beneath his body. Phoebe struggled furiously to relieve herself of his weight, but he held her down as his hands began to roam her body.
“Daddy, stop,” she sobbed.
Still in the grips of his nightmare, he didn’t seem to hear her. His hands roughly explored her breasts before moving down over her waist to the curve of her hips. Her body froze in terror when he pushed his knee between her thighs forcing her to open her legs. She felt his hand slide up her thigh slipping easily into the loose leg opening of the terry shorts she wore to sleep.
“No!” she wailed as he shoved two fingers into the tight opening of her virgin pussy. She grabbed his wrist with both of her hands and tried to push his hand away, but he continued his brutal assault thrusting into her hard and deep. She gasped as she felt him slide a third finger into her.
“Daddy, you’re hurting me. Stop!”
His weight shifted and she felt his hands at the waistband of her shorts and then they were gone, peeled away with her pink, cotton bikini underwear. Before she could move, his body crushed her against the mattress again and she felt his hard cock poking against the tender lips of her cunt. As his mouth covered hers his hand slipped between their bodies and he positioned the tip of his cock at the opening of her pussy.
He groaned into her mouth as he pushed into her and began thrusting hard and fast. Tears streamed from Phoebe’s eyes flowing into her long, blond hair. His fingers dug into the flesh at her waist and she cried out.
“Daddy,” she cried pathetically, her hands at his face as she tried again to push him away.
He grew very still, his throbbing cock still buried deep inside her. “Phoebe,” he said hoarsely as he lifted his head to peer down at her in the darkness.
She sobbed and he groaned miserably. “Baby, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
She felt his cock flex inside her and then he began to move again in slow, shallow thrusts. He was gentle now, giving her time to adjust to the length and width of the hard cock invading the warm, velvet depths of her tight cunt.
Phoebe wrapped her arms around his neck and he buried his face against her silky, lavender scented hair as he continued to fuck her with slow, deep strokes. His hands moved to the backs of her legs and he urged her to pull her knees up. She did and he pushed up on his arms and began thrusting harder and deeper, his breathing quickening along with the tempo of his strokes.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and began to meet his thrusts. She could feel the tension building in the pit of her stomach and she knew she was going to cum. Her dad’s breathing grew ragged as he strained toward his own orgasm.
“Daddy,” she said breathlessly. “I’m going to cum.”
A low moan escaped his lips. “Do it, baby,” he said huskily. “Cum for me.”
He began thrusting harder and faster, pounding his cock into her tight, wet pussy. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. Nothing had felt as good as being inside Phoebe in a very long time.
She rocked her hips meeting each hard thrust, her breath coming in whimpered grunts as his cock drove into her. “Uh huh. Uh huh,” she moaned loudly. “Oh, fuck. Oh, Daddy.”
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned. “That’s Daddy’s girl.”
Her back arched and her body tensed as her orgasm crashed over her like a wave that picked her up and rolled her in ecstasy. He felt her flood his cock with her juices as the walls of her tight cunt spasmed on his swelling cock. He buried his entire length inside her and let his own orgasm overtake him as he errupted splashing his daughter’s virgin womb with his hot semen.
“Oh fuck,” he growled as his balls unleashed another long rope of cum and then one more. “AAaahhhhhh, Phoebe.”
He collapsed on top of her and held her tightly while they came down from the high of their climaxes. When he rolled away from her he wrapped her in his arms and settled her against his side with her head resting on his chest. She snuggled against him as he drifted back to sleep and she prayed for no more nightmares.
Jake woke before his sixteen year old daughter and lay for a while whatching her sleep in his arms. He struggled through the fuzziness of his hung over brain to remember exactly what had happened. He vaguely remembered waking up in the middle of making love to Phoebe, but he couldn’t remember how she had gotten into his bed in the first place.
She stirred in his arms and opened her grayish green eyes. He winced at the uncertainty clouding her expression. “Are you okay, Phoebs?” he asked stroking her hair.
She nodded.
His hand moved to caress her pert, young breast. Her breath caught in her throat as his thumb lightly teased the pouty pink nipple to hardness. He lowered his head and flicked the hard bud with his tongue. She moaned softly. His lips closed over her erect nipple and he nibbled and sucked while his hand began kneading her other breast.
His hand left her breast to roam over the plains of her gently curved tummy while his mouth moved hungrily from one pink tipped mound to the other. He gently massaged the swell of her lower abdomen before slipping his hand between her firm, silky thighs. She pulled her knees up and let her legs fall open for him. He rubbed his fingers over her clit and through the lips of her pussy feeling her grow wetter and wetter before plunging them into the warm, welcoming depth of her tight young cunt.
“Daddy,” she murmured unsurely as he fit his hips between her thighs.
“Baby,” he breathed against her hair as he pushed his cock into her. “What’s done is done. We can’t take it back, now, and I need you so bad.”
She shook her head as he started thrusting into her.
“Phoebe, please. I need you.”
With a little sob she wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly while he found the solace and release he craved in her body.
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After being a cunt to her employee Karl, Julie is learning that payback is a bitch as his sex slave.
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A guy goes to see a doctor because he’s …well, a little too well endowed, shall we say. In fact, it’s 25 inches long. He can’t get any women to have sex with him. The doctor says there’s nothing he can do medically, but sends him to see a witch that he thinks might be able to help. The witch takes a look at the problem and tells him, “Go to a particular pond, deep in the forest, and talk to a frog that lives there. Ask the frog to marry you and each time the frog says ‘no,’ you’ll be five inches shorter.”
The guy decides it’s worth a try and dashes into the forest, as anyone in this sort of joke would, finds the pond, and sees the frog on the other side, sitting on a log. “Will you marry me?” he calls to the frog.
The frog looks at him, disinterested at best, and calls back, “No.”
The Guy looks down and sure enough, he’s five inches shorter. “Hey, this is great,” he thinks to himself, “Let’s try it again.”
“Will you marry me?” he asks the frog.
The frog rolls his eyes, and shouts back again, “No!”
Twitch! The guy’s down to 15 inches. “Well, it’s still a bit excessive,” he thinks. “Down another five would be perfect.” So he calls across again, “Will you marry me?”
The frog yells back, “Look! How many times do I have to tell you? NO! NO! NO!”
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One woman’s pride gets the best of her when she’s challenged to either put-up or shut-up. Before long her libido gets involved and it becomes a game of put-up or put-out!
we wasnt meant to be
Fantasy becomes reality…
This is a story of how a couple meet for the second time.
Lucy
She stands under the spray of the shower, head tilted back against the cool tile. Her whole body aches, but never has she felt so exhilarated. Shivers are running up and down her spine just thinking about how her life had changed in the last month. Lucy never expected for things to turn out the way they did, but damn she was glad they had.
Lucy is your average girl. She lives in an average home, works an average job, and drives an average car. She is the poster child for average. Lucy is the type of person who takes care of everyone, and everyone depends on. Granted she doesn’t mind doing so, but sometime she wonders if anyone will ever take care of her needs.
Nothing would indicate that lurking deep within her is a fire, a fire the average guy can’t put out. Lucy tried dating your average Joe’s, but vanilla sex isn’t what she craved. She needed someone who understood her need to be controlled. Not someone who treated sex as a formal affair. Manners had no place in her bedroom. She was tired of grunting and faking her way thru her weekly sexual encounter.
She had been with a steady guy for the last three years. He like she was average, but what set them apart was he had no imagination. Don’t misunderstand he is kind and considerate, treating Lucy like a Princess. Ben just lacked the ability to treat Lucy like a queen and fuck her like a whore. Something she always thought about, but was unable to ask the meek and mild mannered Ben for.
Things changed a few weeks ago when Lucy stumbled across a site on the internet advertising fantasy matching. She was intrigued, and thought what could it hurt to check into it. The site was completely confidential, everyone used screen names or numbers to chat. The site was setup in sections of interests. Things such as married couples seeking a third to play, married men or women seeking a side piece, Subs seeking Doms and vise versa, but the title that caught Lucy’s eye was rape fantasies. It was the ultimate form of dominance. The complete lack of power is what really excited her.
Without giving it a second thought she clicked the tab, and opened a whole new world. She couldn’t believe what she was reading. Their were so many like minded people here, all looking to either live out or fulfill this fantasy. She scanned through reading the different things that these men and women were looking for.
Lucy knew she would have to get to know the person a little first. Their was no way she could trust a complete stranger to do these things to her. That is when she came across a profile for a man who seemed to have tastes that matched her own. He was looking for a long term sub. He wanted her open to new and constant challenges such as rape games, and role playing. He mentioned experience wasn’t required, but obedience was. He required a meeting or at the least a few in-depth conversations to discuss expectations and compatibility.
She was scared and nervous, but mostly excited. She doesn’t know what to expect, or even if they would be what the other was looking for. This doesn’t stop her though, before she can talk herself out of it she sent him a message. It reads simply “I am very interested in what you have to offer. What I lack in experience I make up for in enthusiasm. Please respond if you would like to meet. Sincerely Serva.”
Lucy woke up early for work the next day. She stood a little straighter, and had a pep in her step. She couldn’t wait to get home to see if he had written back. She rushed through the day with a smile on her face. When five o’clock came she signed out and headed straight home.
She was anxious to sign on her new account and check for messages, but talked herself out of it. Instead she made pasta, took a shower, and put on her favorite black lace night gown. As she sat down to pull up the screen, the door bell rang. She couldn’t imagine who would be coming by this time of night without calling first. When she opened the door it was Ben. In all of her excitement she had forgotten about today being Friday. Every Friday for the past two and half years she and Ben had a standing “date.” In other words he would come over, and they would talk about things that had happened that week. The night ended with her on her back staring at the ceiling making a mental grocery list or some other mundane mental task.
Tonight she thought just last week this is all I had to look forward too. She had never been so ready for him to leave. Ben never stayed over, not wanted the neighbors to think bad of them. He was always gone but 10:30 at the latest. Ben didn’t like to try new positions. He felt that missionary was the most intimate, they were able to look into each others eyes as they climaxed…or so he thought. Ben had yet to make her cum, hell he couldn’t even get her wet anymore. She actually thought about buying stock in KY Jelly just to recoup some of the money she has spent over the years.
At 10:20 Ben’s car was backing out of her driveway. She hurriedly locked the door, and raced back to her laptop. She grabbed it and headed to the bedroom. Comfortably snuggled in bed she opens the browser again, typing in the already familiar address. The page lights up the screen. She signs in to her personal page, screen name Serva4u. The first thing that catches her attention in the mailbox icon. It doesn’t show any new messages. Lucy is very disappointed. She can’t help, but think maybe this just wasn’t meant to be. Thoroughly dejected she rolls over, fighting back tears, and falls into a fitful sleep.
Ben
Driving home, Ben sat and thought about his situation. He had been with Lucy for three years, and everyone expects him to propose soon. The problem is things weren’t working anymore. He loved her, but he needed excitement. He was forced to make love to her only once a week and in the same position to keep himself at bay. They had met in grade school, and had been friends every since. They started dating their senior year of college. The two of them had a lot in common, and share almost everything. Almost being the key word…
Ben didn’t know how to tell Lucy his secret. He tried to fight the urges, and he had been doing really good with it since they had been together. He wanted to be with Lucy and he knew the only way that could happen was to leave his past behind. She would never speak to him again if she knew the things he liked to do.
It had all started the summer before his sophomore year of high school. He had been doing odd jobs to make the money to buy a car. He mowed lawns, painted, cleaned gutter, and anything else to make a dollar.
One day he got a call from the lady down the street. He had met her and her husband at block parties and other social events. She had gotten divorced about six months earlier, and no one really saw much of her anymore. So he didn’t think anything of it when Mrs. Jones called asking if he could come over and do a few things around her place. He told her that he was booked that day, but he would be over first thing in the morning.
The next morning bright and early he headed down the street to Mrs. Jones’ house. She had told he the day before that she wanted the yard cleaned. Seeing that it was six in the morning he decided not to bother her and just got started. He picked up the limbs, weeded flower beds, and about midday started on the grass. The sun was beating down on him so he took off his shirt. He thought nothing of going without a shirt. Ben had always had a great body thanks to playing sports at school.
He finished the front yard and was heading around back when he heard her calling his name. Ben stepped around the corner, and was shocked to see Mrs. Jones standing there in a white bikini. The suit looked to be a couple sizes to small by the way her tits were spilling out of the top. The bottoms weren’t much better, they were so tight you could clearly see the curves of the lips of her pussy. She must have just came out of the pool because the suit was transparent. Ben was instantly hard.
Ben walked slowly over to her. She ask if he would like something to drink since he had been working so hard. He nodded, unable to speak. When she was inside he tried everything to get his rock hard cock to go down to size. It was useless, he couldn’t get the image of her in that white bikini out of his mind. He did his best to adjust his shorts, and even went as far as to put his shirt on. It didn’t help much, but he convinced himself it wasn’t that noticeable.
A few minutes later Mrs. Jones returned with two glasses and a pitcher iced tea. She told Ben to have a seat by the pool with her. He agreed and followed her to the table and chairs. She sat first and he took a seat on the other side of the table, still hoping to conceal the bulge in his shorts.
Ben didn’t realize that his response to seeing her so scantily dressed was what she had been hoping for. Mrs. Jones had been far from lonely since her divorce, but she was tired of grown men who didn’t know what they were doing. She wanted a boy she could mold into what she needed and wanted. Ben didn’t know it yet, but she had her sights on him.
She had been watching him work in the neighborhood. Sweat dripping down his chest, all she could think about was licking it off. Maria had never thought of herself as a cougar, but then she had never been looking before. She had married Phil when she was 18 and he was 24. He was fresh out of college, and making a fast name for himself in the business world. She never went to college, choosing to do charity work with civic groups in the community. Phil made a good living for them, and since they wanted to start a family it worked for them.
When she was 20, after years of trying, the doctors told her she would be unable to have children. It was a devastating blow to the marriage, both she and Phil had looked forward to starting a family. They got through it with the help of one another, or at least she had. Phil had not given up on his dream to become a father. She found out last year that he had been having multiple affairs, without the use of a condom. Phil finally got his receptionist pregnant, and told Maria that he was leaving.
Maria was hurt and confused. She couldn’t believe that this man that she loved was leaving her for a 19 year old. At 32 Maria was still very attractive, she looked to be in her mid twenties if that. After the initial shock wore off, she was pissed. She hired the best divorce attorney she could find. She ended up with 75% of everything, plus sizable alimony payments. She decided then she didn’t want to work, or get married. She was just going to enjoy herself, and her ex’s money.
She and Ben talked for about an hour. She told him that she wanted to clean out the basement and attic. She ask if their was anyway that he could spend a few more days working around her place. Of course Ben would have agreed to stick his tongue in a bed of fire ants at that point had she ask him too.
After they finished their third glass of iced tea Ben said he needed to be getting back to work. Maria told him when he was done to take a dip in the pool and cool off before heading home. He thanked her, and went back to the yard work. The whole time he was cutting grass all he could think of was Mrs. Jones in her little white bikini.
When he finished he went to tell Mrs. Jones that he was done and collect his money before getting in the pool. He rang the bell three times before he heard what sounded like crying. Ben didn’t think, he reacted. He opened the door, walked in, and started looking for her.
He finally found her laying on the couch in the living room. She still had on the bikini, but now she had the bottoms pulled to the side. She had a large dildo going in and out of her dripping wet pussy. The top was untied from around her neck, she was pinching the fuck out of her nipples. What he had thought was crying was actually screams of pleasure.
Ben didn’t know what to do. He knew he should probably just leave, but his feet like his dick weren’t listening to his brain. He couldn’t do anything but watch this beautiful woman making herself cum. Ben had watched porn, but he had never seen anything like this up close. His girlfriend Cindy let him go down on her after a dance last year, but she kept saying she wasn’t ready for more. Ben on the other hand stayed ready.
Maria knew he was watching her, and she loved every minute of it. The only thing that would have made it better is if he would have walked over to her and took the place of the dildo. She had came in earlier sopping wet thinking about having Ben bend her over and fuck the hell out of her. It had been almost a month since Maria had someone to fuck, so she couldn’t resist grabbing her favorite toy when she heard the lawn mower stop. She knew Ben would be coming to the door soon.
Now for part 2 of her plan. She started moaning and screaming Ben’s name. As her hand went faster she pretended it was Ben. He was floored by what he heard. He couldn’t believe she was thinking about him as she worked her pussy over. About that time she opened her eyes so she was looking at him. Ben gasps and starts to stammer. Maria smiles and asks if he would like to help her with one last thing before going home.
Ben maybe slow, but he isn’t a fool. He almost tripped over his own feet trying to get to her. She just smiled thinking this is going to work better than she had hoped. When he made it to the couch he reached out, but she stopped him and told him to get on his knees. Ben dropped to the floor and ate her pussy like he was starving and this was going to be his last meal. He didn’t have much experience but he was eager to please her. This went on for a good 10 to 20 minutes before she couldn’t take anymore. She told him to take her. While he was fumbling with his pants, she removed her swim suit. She bent over the arm of the couch and waited.
He came up behind her a short time later and lined the head of his dick up with the entrance to her pussy. He placed his hands on her hips, and started easing his hard dick into her tight pussy. She was to worked up to wait, so she slammed her hips back to meet his. Ben almost came right then. It took all his self control and everything he had every read online about sex to keep from blowing his load.
He sped up trying to keep up with her. He couldn’t believe how good she felt. He knew sex would be good, but damn he wasn’t expecting it to be like this. He could feel her tightening her pussy muscles around his dick every time he plunged inside of her. He had his head tilted back, sweat dripping, moaning, hips pumping in and out. Maria couldn’t believe her luck. Ben was a quick study. He was catching on quickly to what she wanted.
Today marked the beginning of their relationship. He worked the rest of the summer for her. No one thought anything of it because of the divorce they all assumed that he was just taking care of the things that had been neglected since her husband left. They didn’t realize how close they were to the truth.
Ben spent his days being educated on the fine art of sex and S&M. Maria was a switch. She liked to dominate as well as submit. She taught Ben about role playing, bondage, group sex and much more.
The first time they had sex with someone else was when Ben’s two cousins came to visit that summer. He told Maria that he wouldn’t be able to visit for a week because they would be down. She ask him if he trust them. He answered quickly that yes they were as close as brothers. She told him to bring them by if he wanted.
Jay and Jeremy were twins and Ben’s cousins. They had been down about two days when Ben broke down and told them about Maria. Of course the news was followed by a round of attaboys. Then he dropped the bomb, telling them that they could go to her house with him to do “yard work” if they wanted to. They both readily agreed that they would all go the next day.
Ben called Maria to tell her they would be by early that morning. At 8 o’clock Ben rang her door bell. They left around 6 that afternoon. After each had filled every hole of her body several times. Maria was thankful for youthful resilience. She had never had three dicks in her at once. The twins being a little older had some experience, but they had nothing on what Ben had learned during the last few weeks.
After they were gone Maria laid in bed fucking herself with her dildo watching the tape they had just made. The boys all looked enough alike to be brothers, which made it that much better. She loved the way the three of them looked sliding their big hard dicks in and out of her. It was like watching gears of a clock, they had the timing just right. One would slide in as the other was sliding out. It was incredible to watch, but it felt a hell of a lot better. She was still sore so she just laid there gently pushing the toy in and out of her tender pussy, enjoying the feeling of their cum still dripping from her.
It was a wild summer to say the least. Ben got his car just before school, thanks to Maria. Ben wasn’t sure if she was going to brake it off now that he was back in school, but that wasn’t the case. He and Maria continued to play around until Ben went off to college. Ben dated so people wouldn’t get suspicious, but Maria was the only one he wanted. She understood how to make his body burn.
While Ben was in college he went home every holiday to visit Maria until the summer before his senior year. When he returned home Maria told him that it was time to end it. He needed to find his own way, his life was just beginning. She moved that July and Ben had not heard from her since.
It was the following school year that he started dating Lucy. He never told her about Maria. He didn’t know how, and he was scared that she wouldn’t understand. Now here he was getting ready to cheat on the only girl he has ever loved because of the need to play these games he learned so long ago. He didn’t understand why, but it was like he had to do it. He had to dominate someone. Maria had taught him the joy of controlling someone, and it has became a need inside of him.
Guilt stricken Ben goes home to his computer and logs on to the new site he has joined. The site is to help match people with others that have similar fantasies. Ben had put up a want ad of sorts a few days ago, not being able to stop himself anymore.
He was surprised to see that he already had seven responses, but one in particular caught his eye. She was new to the game, and that is one of the things he was looking for. Like Maria had done for him he wanted to mold someone to his tastes, while letting them find what suited them.
He typed a quick response telling the girl that if she was serious about wanting to get to know one another the first step was to text him a profile of herself along with a picture. The profile was to tell him what she thought she wanted out of the arrangement, and the picture was to be of her naked except for a pair of black high heels. The catch was that she had to be posed on the edge of a chair with her legs spread, and her hands on knees. This text had to be sent by 3 o’clock the next day. Not 3:01 or 3:30…3:00 or not at all.
He did this to make sure that the girl could follow directions. If she wasn’t able to follow the simple steps that he had laid out then he knew it wouldn’t work. He had too much at stake to risk picking the wrong person. So finished with the email he drifts off to sleep with thoughts of Lucy on his mind.
Lucy
Lucy wakes up exhausted, and fixes coffee for herself. She takes a sip of the first cup and thinks she might live. She sits down at the counter and eats a bowl of cereal, thinking that after she will go and delete her account. She can’t stand all of the waiting, and really Ben was everything she wanted…except in bed.
Lucy opens the page and signs on to her account. She finds the deactivate account button at the bottom of the screen, just before she presses it she notices that she has a message. Renewed hope courses thru her. She clicks on the mailbox and reads the message. It is asking her for a profile of what she wants out of the arrangement and a picture of herself. The guy is very particular about the way he wants these things sent and the time, but this isn’t a problem.
Lucy is excited as she goes about preparing for her picture. She starts by taking a long hot bubble bath. She files her nails as she soaks, thinking about what she will write for her profile. She finishes her nails and bathes, followed by shaving. She has a hard time deciding how she wants to shave her pussy, finally she just shaves it bare. Thinking he will be able to get a better look this way. After washing her hair she gets out. She takes her time drying her body with the large bath sheet. She likes the feel of the terry cloth against her skin, ruff yet soft.
When she’s dry she rubs ever inch of her body in baby oil. Then she wraps herself in the towel, and starts on her hair. Normally Lucy’s hair is a mess of curls, but today she wants something different. So she spends the next hour straightening her unruly hair. Next she paints her nails apple red. When they dry she does her make up. She doesn’t want to over do it so she added mascara, eye liner, and eye shadow for the smoky eye effect, red lip gross finishes off the look. She puts on peep toe black high heels, and goes to the living room.
She’s almost ready! She sets the timer on the camera, and gets on the chair. She is sitting on the edge as requested. Her legs are spread to almost a split position. At this angle her pussy is wide open, and last but not least she plants her hands on her knees, fingers spread. She takes three pictures in slightly different positions to make sure she has a good one. To her surprise she looked hot in all of them. Lucy isn’t use to taking such picture, or even really thinking of herself as sexy. So she was defiantly shocked by the way the pictures turned out. She was very happy with the results though, and she hoped her new friend would be too. Now time for the profile. Lucy sat and thought about it for awhile, and then just decided to be honest….I’m looking for someone to live out my fantasies with. Someone to take the reins and lead me to new heights. Will you be the one to push my limits? Serva…She thought it was short, sweet, and to the point. She waited until 2:45 to send the text. Not wanting to seem overly eager. Now she had nothing to do but wait on a reply from UrFutrDom.
Ben
Ben had woken early and went to the gym as he did most Saturday mornings. Today was different though, today he was trying to work off nervous energy. He couldn’t help but wait and wonder if Serva4u would reply in time.
After the gym he went home and took a shower, fixed breakfast, and headed to the park with his dog Bruce. Bruce was an American Boxer mix he had adopted after college. The dog was a big baby, and loved going to the park. Ben couldn’t think of anything else to pass the time, so he grabbed Bruce’s leash and they headed out.
After a few hours of playing catch, and running they were both worn out. Ben sat on a bench and Bruce sat at his feet. Both of them were catching their breath and relaxing after their work out. Ben had managed to forget about the text until he looked at his watch, it was 2:30. He grabbed his and Bruce’s things and started heading home.
When at home he let Bruce off his leash and head again for the shower. The spray of the hot water eased his mind, but he could stop thinking about his mystery woman. As he lathered his body he reached for his dick, stroking it up and down. The thoughts of having a relationship like the one he had experienced with Maria was to much for him. It didn’t take long before he came. He felt a hell of a lot more relaxed after his shower, but the excitement was still there.
After drying off he checked his computer for messages. It was 3:30 now, so it should be there or it wasn’t coming. Sure enough he had a new message from Serva4u. He read the profile while the picture was uploading. The profile was short, but promising. The picture didn’t take long to finish and he pressed the button to check it out.
He could tell by the thumb nail pic that popped up that she was in the right position. He couldn’t make out her features clearly thought, so he enlarged the picture. When he did he couldn’t believe his eyes, it was the sexist women he had ever seen…his Lucy. He thought this must be a mistake or a joke. His Lucy would never do something like this. She was to sweet and innocent to think about the things he was asking her to do. He decided to play along with whoever had done this. He figured that someone had figured out that it was him and photo shopped the picture as a joke. He thought he was discrete, but maybe someone had seen him on the site at work. Either way he wanted to get to the bottom of this.
Since he knows the person isn’t going to be eager to meet him he sets up a fake text number for them to chat. Thinking that he could lure information that would give him a clue to the persons identity. He writes a message back telling the person the number and the he will be expecting a text at 7 tonight.
Lucy
Lucy had gotten anxious sitting around waiting for a reply so she went grocery shopping. A task normally reserved for Sunday, but seeing as she had nothing else planned it seemed like a good idea. She took her time going up and down each isle regardless if she needed anything from that section or not. After a few hours she had everything she would need for the week. So she checked out and headed home.
As soon as the groceries were put away Lucy rushed to the computer. She was excited to see that he had written back. He wanted her to text him tonight at 7, she looked at the clock it was only a quarter past 5. She had no idea what to do with herself until then.
After straightening up the house, and redoing things just to pass time she decided to take a bath. A bubble bath always seemed to relax her. She turned on her iPod, grabbed a glass of wine, and ran the water. When the bath tub was full, she undressed and stepped in. The hot water, and chilled wine quickly took effect. Lucy closed he eyes and let the music carry her away.
She must have dozed off because when she woke the water was lukewarm. Looking at the time it was half past 6. She let out the water, quickly dried off, and throw on her robe. She went straight to the kitchen to fix herself another glass of wine, and decided at the last minute to just bring the whole bottle.
Back in her room she lays on top of the blanket on the bed. She has 5 minutes before she is suppose to text him. She can’t believe how naughty she feels. She sits her glass on the bedside table, and undoes her robe. She takes the phone at exactly 7 and types “Hi.” As she’s waiting for a reply she starts to trail her fingertips down her body. She reaches her breast first, she lifts them both in her hands feeling the weight. Slowly she begins to massage them. Working her finger to the nipple and squeezing gently.
It isn’t long before she hears the familiar ping of her phone. She opens her eyes and reaches over to pick it up. The text simply says, “I want to get to know you.” She replies that she is hoping that they will get to know each other very well. It didn’t take long before the ping came again. This time it reads “That is my hope also, you did very well with your first task. I was pleased with the picture and profile.”
Lucy was ecstatic she was hoping he would like them, but nervous that he wouldn’t. She didn’t receive much praise, the things she did were expected because she just always had. No one took the time to thank her, or make her feel appreciated. She didn’t realize how much she wanted a kind word here and there. She was a people pleaser, a natural submissive, but she was also a go-getter. If something needed to be done she just did it, no questions ask. She knew then that she needed this more than she had thought. She needed someone to take the load off her shoulders.
Lucy knew most people wouldn’t understand, but not having to think about every move and how it effected others would be a gift. She had read many books and articles on what it was to be a submissive, and they all sounded so appealing. She wanted this for herself and her sanity. This is the freedom that she sought.
Ben
Ben was floored the number that text him was Lucy’s. He just couldn’t wrap his mind around it being her. He text her a few times, but nothing to leading. He just wasn’t sure what he would do if it was her. He wanted to share his real self with her, but he didn’t know how she would react. Right now he was still a stranger.
So he decided to ask her the big questions, why she decided she wanted to do this, and was she seeing anyone. Her reply took sometime coming, but when it did it read like this “ I decided to do this because I think this is the real me. I am responsible for a lot at work, and the people in my life. I like to please those around me, but the pressure gets to me. I want to have someone take that away, to make me feel as if the simple things count. I know that a submissive is praised and punished for their actions, and that is something I like the sound of… not expectations and disappointment. I want the release I think will come from this. To answer you second question, yes I have someone in my life. I love him very much, but he wouldn’t understand this. I don’t want to lose him, but I feel this is a need I can’t deny anymore. Is that a problem?”
Ben knew then that it was Lucy, and they were hiding the same secret. He didn’t know how he had missed this all this time. His sweet innocent Lucy needed to be loved in a way that he understood all to well. They continued texting all night and into the morning.
The texts went on for a couple weeks or more. When they talked on the phone or seen one another they acted as if nothing was going on. She never let on what she was doing, although when she looked at him there was a sadness in her eyes. He knew Lucy hated to lie and the guilt was probably the cause. He couldn’t come out and tell her that he was the one she had been talking to, but he had to let her know soon. That Friday night after their usual round of love making he went home and decided to end the game. If she went with what he was about to propose he knew that they would make it. They would be able to be together in the way they both wanted.
He text her saying “ You also mentioned in your first letter that you were interested in what I had to offer. Well I would like to meet you, and play a game. I have always wanted to try to role play a rape. You will have to leave a door or window unlocked for me, if your interested. It would be a fantasy come true for me. You will need a safe word, and understand I wont hurt you. If it gets to be to much you will only need to say the word and all play will stop.”
He sat and waited for what seemed like hours, but was more like a few minutes before he received a reply. “I have grown to trust you, but the thought both scares and excites me. I would like to try to do this. When were you thinking? My safe word will be apple.”
He is shocked that she is willing to do this, but his dick is so hard thinking about it that he can’t stop now. He tells her Saturday night. He asks her to send an address and to leave the back door unlocked. She asks a time, but he tells her that if he gave her that she would be expecting him. He said he wanted it to be as realistic as possible. She agreed to the terms and that ended the conversation.
They text the rest of the week, never again bring up their “date” for Saturday. They met on Friday as they normally do. This time was different though. She had circles under her eyes, he could tell she hadn’t been sleeping well. He knew it was his fault, and wondered if she was having second thoughts. He himself was wondering if this is the last time she would ever want to see him after tomorrow night.
When he got home he text and ask her if they were still on for tomorrow. She replied that they were. He knew then that she was worried about him, not the upcoming visit. The thought that he had been dragging this out instead of being honest with her was killing him. He hated knowing that he was the reason she had looked the way she had tonight. He was glad that tomorrow one way or the other it would be over.
Lucy
Saturday she went shopping. She went to an adult novelty store, she had never visited one before. Then again there were a lot of things Lucy had never done before. This was going to be a day of firsts for her. She ended up buying four scarves, a vibrating dildo, anal beads, lube, and of course lingerie… a black corset, a black crotchless thong, thigh highs, and black heels. She wanted to look sexy for him, but she made sure everything was made of lace so it would rip easily. The corset left her breast completely bare and stopped a few inches above her navel. The thong was see thru lace in the front with tiny ribbons tied on the sides. The thigh highs made her legs look like they went on forever, with help from the four inch heels of course. She looked like a classy hooker, but she loved the look.
Next she went to and got waxed, had her nails done, and lastly was her hair. By the time she made it home it was already 7 p.m.. She ate dinner, got a bath, and started preparing for the night. She laid out all of her new items on the bed, and got dressed. She put on some music as she done her makeup. She was still very nervous so she fixed herself a glass of wine and tried to relax.
After getting ready she laid on the bed, not exactly sure what she should be doing. She laid there thinking and watching the clock tick. The last time she looked at the clock it was 10:30, and then she drifted off to sleep.
Ben
Ben had been outside since about 8. He had parked down the street so she wouldn’t see his car. He walked into the backyard and hid in the bushes, watching her through the window. She looked so fucking hot getting dressed. He had never seen her in anything like that before. He wanted to walk in rip it off and spank her ass for hiding herself from him. His dick was so hard he could drive nails with it. He had to have her, but for this to work he had to wait. As hard as it was that is what he did. He waited for her to get good and asleep before he made his way into the house.
He walked in to the bedroom where Lucy slept. She looked so peaceful he almost hated to disturb her, he had to remind himself that is what he was there for. Ben walked quietly over to the bed, and chuckle under my breath. My little slut has went out and bought toys for us, how thoughtful. He looked at her wondering if he should have bought a mask. He knew she was going to freak out when she realized he was her Dom.
Lucy
Lucy was in a deep sleep. The mixture of excitement and wine had left her exhausted. She had wanted to wait up on “Dom” as she had begun referring to him, but her eyes had gotten so heavy there was no fighting anymore. She never heard him enter the house or room. She was dreaming of a handsome man fucking her into oblivion, making her cum back to back until she was to sore to move.
The next thing she knows she is startled out of her dream by someone blindfolding her. She is still in a daze and doesn’t realize yet what is going on. She is scared and cries out. The person doesn’t answer. She tries to think of all of the self defense moves she learned at the Y, but nothing is coming to her. She kicks and claws, but can’t see what she’s aiming for. She feels her hands being tied behind her back. She tries to struggle, but it’s no use this person is much stronger than her. She tries to clam down, and think. That’s when she remembers her “date.”
Ben
Ben is very excited. The way Lucy is fighting him you would think she didn’t know what was going on. She was really giving him hell, and he was enjoying every minute of it. He didn’t want to hurt her so he tied her hands behind her back. He liked the way she looked laying there dressed in her sexy outfit, silk scarves tied around her eyes and hands. She looked like a present just for him. He undressed while he watched her squirm. He couldn’t believe what he was about to do.
He crawled up the bed and knelled over Lucy’s mouth. When he tried to put his dick in she refused to open her mouth. He grabbed his dick and gently slapped her with it, rubbing her face and lips. She moaned and opened her mouth. Her warm wet tongue felt so damn good as she sucked him. He tried to go slow, but before long he was face fucking her hard. He was shocked how easily she deep throated him. He was getting into it, and knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. Lucy must have realized it too because when he pulled back she started begging him to stop, but Ben had other plans. He pulled back and shot his load all over her face and tits. Lucy opened her mouth and caught some of it. The rest was on her cheeks and chest. She looked so good covered in cum.
When he had finished emptying himself he got up. Lucy felt the bed shift, and ask him where he was going. He never spoke knowing she would recognize his voice if he did. He left the bedroom and made his way to the kitchen. There he found an ice bucket and filled it.
Ben returned to the bedroom ready to play. First he climbed back beside Lucy and started ripping off her clothes. Buttons popped and lace ripped as he went about undressing her. She kept telling him no that she would give him anything if he didn’t do this. He knew she was playing because she never said the safe word.
Lucy
Once she realized what was going on she really got into the act. She tried to deny him entrance to her mouth, but they both knew she wanted it. She loved the way he took control and fucked her face. Lucy had always loved the taste of cum, so she begged him to stop when she knew he was ready. She was happy he hadn’t listened. She could still feel his gooey spunk all over her. She wished her hands were free so she could taste more of it, or at least rub it into her skin. When he got up to leave she got a little nervous not knowing if he was done, or what he had in mind next. He wasn’t gone long before he returned and started ripping her outfit off. That made her so hot, her pussy was dripping thinking of what he might do next. She didn’t have to wait long to find out. After her clothes were removed she felt him moving beside her.
She felt something wet and cold being dripped on her. The sensation surprised her at first, she barely had time to recover before she felt ice tracing the curves of her body. Everywhere the ice went his mouth followed. The sudden cold then hot had her shuddering. It was different, but it felt so good. She was moaning and in the same breath asking him to stop. Each time she did he would trace one of her nipples or her clit and then gently nibble on them. The more he done it the more she begged. It was such a turn on for her. She was on fire, but the constant rotation in spots kept her from reaching her peak.
He played a while longer before he nudged her to roll over. She did so with his help and got onto her knees. He propped pillows under her since she was only able to use her elbows. She heard him opening the toys and things she had bought earlier. She didn’t have a clue what he would use first, but she was excited none the less.
The next thing she felt was a sticky finger rubbing her puckered asshole. She knew he must have lubed it. He was working his finger inside her. Her virgin ass didn’t take long to open up. She was too horny to tense up. Before long he had two fingers working in and out of her. She was wiggling her ass, breathing out breathy no’s and stop’s.
He removed his fingers and she let out a sigh of disappointment. The fingers were soon replaced with the anal beads, and damn did they feel good. She was moaning again waiting on the next thing he had planned. The sound of the vibrator being turned on gave her a thrill. He ran it from her neck down she spine, giving her the shivers. Down he went rubbing the crack of her ass to the top of her pussy. She was shaking she was so ready to cum. He retraced the slit of her pussy a few times before inserting it into her. Ben turned the vibe onto the lowest setting insuring she wouldn’t get off from it.
This frustrated the hell out of Lucy. She needed to cum. She was done with the game. She was begging for release now. She wanted to feel him, and he didn’t keep her waiting. He turned off the vibe and placed it to the side. He took his place behind her and without any hesitations he plunged deep inside of her. She gave a moan of appreciation as he did. Ben started pumping as if his life depended on it. Lucy met him thrust for thrust. She was so close. Ben felt her tightening around him and knew she was ready to explode. He picked up the pace and just as Lucy started to cum, he started pulling out the anal beads. Her orgasm triggered his and they were both gone on that feeling. When they had both finished they collapsed on their sides, him spooning her trying to catch their breath.
After a long pause Lucy asks him to untie her. When he did she slowly removed her blindfold. She turns and takes a look at her “Dom.” She gasps when she sees Ben lying beside her. She can’t believe this man, her Ben is the one that just made her shatter.
They spend the rest of the night talking and fucking. They couldn’t get over how much they have in common. Things they never knew, they never knew. It was like meeting for the first time. They were both pleased that the other was so open and ready to travel down this road together.
That night changed everything for them. Ben and Lucy moved in together, and six months later were married. They have not been bored a minute since. They continue to play their games, and meet one another’s needs. Neither has returned to the site in which they met. They have everything they could want.
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Lucy is forced to have sex in a restaurant.
A Pilot Joins a Very Special Twelve Mile High Club. What happens at 65,000 feet can’t stay at 65,000 feet. But will– or can– test pilot Colonel Harold Hammen ever tell what actually happened when he met Gloriana.
This is the naughty reality of what really happened in the fairy tale of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves!
The last glorious summer.
I came around slowly, sleep not wanting to give up its hold over my body, to the sound of slow deep breathing. The bits of my body that didn’t still hurt ached with the night’s excesses. I looked over at the two beautiful forms I had spent the night with Faye had her thumb in her mouth her lips pull into a cute little smile of contentment, Lucy had her arms wrapped around Faye as the big spoon in a far deeper sleep. I couldn’t blame her, it had been a fun night and she had been the centre of it, I had lost count of the number of times we had forced her exhausted body back to another climax.
I managed to move my arm from under their heads with waking them, it was dead and I grunted in pain as I moved. I went to the bathroom and would have gone straight back to bed but the smell of cooking food dragged me to the kitchen.
“Alreet da” I said as my legs gave out and I half feel into a chair “what time did you get back?”
“Alreet Rave, about 7 last night but I don’t think you heard me over the screaming. Liam paid up then?” he asked.
“Aye, was the any doubt, if you didn’t hear I kicked his arse last week” and I was still hurting from it “where we really so loud?”
“Unless he was more than a mile away I think it is safe to say that Liam knows you slept with his sister, the lungs on that girl” he placed a mug of tea on the table in front of me. The mug of tea is the best thing we ever came up with, it has powers far beyond anything in the world, it is on the mug of tea that the British Empire was built “I say this horde of natives have just cut off my leg” “here have a nice mug of tea” “Now that did the trick, let’s go shoot them and nick their country”.
The hot liquid did more than the trick, bringing me back from the edge of sleep to a nice place just this side of tired.
“You should see the other things on her da, I am going to have to see if I can get Liam to gamble more often” I said with a lopsided grin. I gave them a good half hour before I took them a cup of tea and woke them up. Lucy wore a robe that belonged to Faye, it really was very small on her, and it left little to the imagination. We sat and ate breakfast in a comfortable silences, it didn’t matter that we where different gangs, it didn’t matter that me and her brother where going to go at each other over this, right now we where friends and it was nice.
We had to get going soon so I hurried them to the shower. On seeing Lucy with her hair wet I thought about having sex with her again but the really wasn’t time, and I wasn’t all that sure I could get it up. We walked her back to the squat to meat Liam, we got there just before midday and the loan was up, from the look of it he had been waiting for some time. I kissed Lucy gently on the lips.
“You still look great” I said to her “take care of this one Liam or we will have words” threatening him about his own sister was low but he was going to come after me anyway and I wanted him to have a good reason to fight me that his lad would have to except, without telling them he was screwing his sister.
There were 5 weeks left of that summer and they where probably the happiest weeks I spent on the estate. Liam did come after me, leading three rides on Lacy’s corner within the next two weeks, but I liked the violence, it was part of who I was. It ended with him taking a kicking but I kept it within reason and he wasn’t badly hurt.
Cain took me under his wing that summer he was the gang’s fixers, its leg breaker and its killer. He got all the dirty jobs and for some reason he never told me he decided to pass his skill set onto me. He had started before I knew he had, it was him that had got me put on Lacy’s corner so I could cover for him just to see how I would respond and he liked how I had handled it. The training started with basic skills like how to pick a good lock, how to hot wire a car, how to pick pockets. I could do most of the stuff already but he showed me how to do it well.
Next came weapons, while using weapons was looked down on as weak it didn’t mean that they weren’t useful. He gave me three and showed me how to use them. The first was a knife, the is a big difference between knife fighting and any other kind of violence, it takes about two pounds per square inch of pressure to break human skin and you will be surprise how soft that is when slashing with a knife. Where to aim to wound and how much force takes a lot of work, where to aim to kill and how much force is far easier and defences with blades is a much more fluid process. The Knife he gave me was legal, 6 inch blade long with a folding blade but it was still a nasty thing, but I was to only carry it if it was going to be used.
The second weapon was the baseball bat, well it wasn’t a baseball bat they are too long and thin for proper use as a weapon, it was really a junior softball bat, 26 inches long, 2 inches wide at the top, of aluminium, enough weight to do damage, light enough to still spin and move with ease. I liked to bat, I was good with it, once you work out that the whole bat is a weapon not just the swing it become a very effective tool, the jab, the hook, using the handle and the end became a whole new animal. How to use a bat is more an art than a skill, anyone can swing it but few can really fight with one.
The last was the easiest to use and the most expensive to get, brass knuckles, the trick with then is knowing when to have them on and when to have them off. If you are hitting some you want them on, if the is any changes you will be grappling you want them off, learning how to read this and how to switch quickly is hard and learning that your fist is now harder than bone takes a bit. Knuckles are expensive because you have to get measured up and get them custom made, most of the want-a-be gangsters you see with them now have got cheap tin pot metal ones made in China and even the ones that lay down cash to get real brass buy off the rack. Badly fitting knuckles are as likely to break your hand as to hurt the person you are hitting, you want them to work you have to buy custom.
He also showed me that everything was a weapon if you just learned how to use it, I got good at improvising. The only thing he told me not to use was glass bottles, most people think they are good weapons but it takes a real skill to knock off the end. Hit it to soft it bounced off and doesn’t break, hit it too hard it smashes and you get a fist full of glass, if you are unlucky you lose the use of your hand. It can be done but doing it quickly in a fight you have to be lucky. Weapon training often contained practical sessions that left me battered and blood but it was worth it.
In the 5 weeks over the summer he made me very good at this new style of violence. In that time we got four jobs from above, three where just friendly reminds to people who had gotten behind on their payments, one of which he let me break the limb. The last was some worn out junky, in a mangy squat, who had somehow manage to piss of someone big enough to get killed. I didn’t ask why but it was killing me not to. We got a picture and a name and a envelop full of cash. I got to watch Cain’s ritual again, I memorised ever moment for when it would be my turn, begin to hope for and fear the time it would be my turn.
Most people could not understand the world I lived in, a world where this was ok. But Cain use explain it by saying that Viking used to go on their first raids at 13, rape, pillage and murder where part of adolescents to them and Spartan where taught to kill from age 8 and to steal to survive. He believe that the where warriors in the world and it was just that The Law tried to force them into the soft world they had built. Where ever the rule of law had broken down your would find warriors and where ever you found warriors you found children trying to become them, that is what the estate made.
He also had an obsession with gangster films, he believed that that was how most people saw violence, how they saw intimidation and by emulating them was how to scare people. It seemed mad but it worked, not with people from the estate, they knew real violence, but with real people picking up little mannerisms for films worked. To this day if I want to worry someone I slip back into those stupid little ticks I learned from Cain. I became a different person over those 5 weeks, a person of Cain’s making the person the gang would need me to be, I went from the thug to a warrior.
I worked the corner same as ever, Lacy came by less and less, and I fought whenever the gang called. But all work and no play makes Rave a dull boy.
That summer Amy found a new tool in her fight to teach me to read, she found smut of course we didn’t own a computer, there were six in the whole school that could go on the internet, and I doubted sites like this where up anyway so it had to be books. You know the book, cheep paperback with white covers and a picture of a woman in a corset and thigh highs with a riding crop, you only really see them now on the top shelves of motorway service stations. The writing tends to be bad but I can’t really complain about that now can I?
They were well above my level but the motivated me to keep trying, not that you get anything out of smut when you have to sound out each word but when I finish a page Amy would read one. There are few things sexier than listening to a girl reading porn out loud when she is getting off on it and is embarrassed by that. When she got really excited she would forget to make me take my turn the tiny, little moans she would make between words a dead giveaway that she was too far gone to be stopped.
If you could get Amy turned on enough she could reach climax without any real physical stimulation, you had to get her to let go of her embarrassment first, but it could be done. Faye used to love sitting behind Amy as she read, getting deeper and deeper into the sex, slowly stroking her hair and kissing her neck until Amy let go. To this end whenever Amy brought the books around to the flat Faye insisted that we get naked first to avoid “messes” which of course made the lessons far more fun for me. It even got me to practice by myself because I needed to improve to keep the story moving on to keep Amy warmed up.
It was on one of these times that summer that I worked out that I loved Amy. I stumbled though my page, just trying to sound out the words, my eyes kept being drawn up to Amy. Her breathing was heavy, her nipples rock hard making her small breasts stand out from her chest. Faye knelt behind her slowly nibbling her neck, holding her hair out of the way.
Puberty was kind to both girls, Faye was developing into a nice little hourglass, still a little bottom heavy but I liked that, her freckles had thinned but they still held sway over her face and upper chest but I liked that too. Amy was always going to be painfully thin, she eat whatever she wanted but stayed that way, but now she had real hips and the awkwardness that she had was fading into a fluid grace of movement, her long limbs flowing at least when she was alone with us, put her in public and she got clumsy again, still that was part of her charm. I know girls now who would kill to look like her but she never got that and if she saw any lad other than me look at her in lust she still had the nasty habit of going bright red.
The two girls touching each other was something the most teenage boys would pay all they own to see and I got to watch of free and all it cost me was trying to read. I got to the end of my page just as the stable boy (or some such character) was about to take the young, innocent Lady in hand. It always got to me that in these the Lady always started innocent but was still good at sex, they never have to be told what to do or how to make it good, and another thing why if they are innocent do they own a set of thigh high boots and go around without pants on and how do they always end up alone with a stable boy. Sorry got a bit off topic there.
I passed the book towards Amy, her hand trembled ever so slightly as she picked it up. She read slowly, focusing on each word, her checks flushed red, her body hot. As the sex started to heat up on the page she began to moan after some dirty word, she didn’t stop at the end of the page. Her hips where rocking slightly of their own accord by now as she began to speed up her reading. Her head moved to the side giving Faye better access to her neck. Faye responded by leaning forward and taking Amy’s earlobe between her lips and sucking. An involuntary shiver ran though Amy body cutting of her words with a full moan.
She was now biting her lip at the end of each sentence in the cutest way as her body got more and more worked up. She had stopped reading aloud now, her lips still move silently but there didn’t seem to be any air left to make sound. My eye devoured hungrily every movement of her body, every termer and twitch as she entered to final stages of arousal.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god” she said over again as her she reached her ecstasy, this was normally at the same time as the Lady in the book reached hers. Her beautiful little backside lifted of the bed as she leaned back into Faye as her body tensed. The world held completely still for the space of a handful of heart beats, the only sound the heavy breathing from everyone in the room. Amy came down with a long low sigh of pleasure.
She looked around the room with half closed eyes, as if only just now seeing it. You could see the moister on the inside of her tight and you could smell her musk when you closed your eyes. I lay back and she crawled over to lay next to me, resting her head on my chest. Within a minute her breathing became slow against my skin as she drifted off to sleep. Faye came over running her hands threw Amy’s hair and down her back gently “I so wish I could do that” she whisper snuggling down next to us. It was in that happy place that I worked out I love Amy.
It wasn’t the same as how I loved Faye, with Faye it was all emotion and passion, if we were together the was almost a need to touch each other, not always sexual but just to be close to each other, it was all feel with Faye. With Amy it was comfortable, we could be sat on the other side of the room not talking and still feel close, we didn’t need to be together but it was nice when we were, with Amy it was all intellectual if you get that.
The other big event of the summer was that I went on holiday for the first time. It wasn’t what you would call a real holiday, now I would even think of it as one but back then it was a big thing. I paid some of the money I had taken over the year and got us three nights in a cheap Bed and Breakfast in Blackpool. The sad thing was it wasn’t just my first holiday, it was Faye’s and my dad’s, he had just turned 30 and he had never been on a real holiday. It was also the first time Faye and I had ever spent a night out of the estate.
It was wonderful to see Faye so excited, so happy for the weeks running up to it, she must have packed 5 days beforehand but it was a good thing because she had to unpack and repack 4 times before she was ready to go. The morning we were going to leave if you made eye contact her face lit up with a massive smile from ear to ear, I am sure I was the same but what I remember is the simple joy of seeing someone you love happy.
The trip was almost as fun as being there, it was only half an hour drive but we had never been to the countryside before. It was strange to be able to look to the horizon without seeing a building, I had never experienced this feeling of openness I got on the motorway, my world was grey concrete but this world was green for miles and miles. And when we stopped the where sheep, seeing a sheep up close for the first time when the largest animal you had seen at this point was an overwhelming thing. Finding out just how small my world was, how just a few miles made it all new, was the best feeling I had ever had, it made getting out possible somehow.
Blackpool reminded me of home, not the front, not the bit you go to visit but the back streets where just as poor as home, just as hopeless, it was just covered with a shiny coat of paint to hide it from the tourists. The first night there I found a drugs corner, it took me all of half an hour, and watch how they worked for a few minutes just to feel like home. The B and B only had four bedrooms and we took two of them, Faye and I had to pretend to be brother and sister so the owner would let us share a room, it wasn’t a hard push I really did look to be 16 now just over six foot with heavy muscles and a messed up nose and Faye still looked like a 13 year old girl.
We had two single beds but she slept with me, we shared a wall with the owner so she would let me get up to anything the first night, we even slept in clothes, which was the first time I have ever slept in clothes with her. Dad got a room upstairs the other rooms had a young couple, who didn’t worry about making noise and a middle age woman how only left her room to eat breakfast each day. I made a point of bringing up the couple nocturnal activities the next morning, loud enough for them to overhear, the woman turned bright red and the man look like he was going to make something of it until he took in my size.
The day in Blackpool was one of the few chances I had to be a child, Faye and I ran around like headless chickens dragging dad behind us. We hit the pleasure beach going on as may rides as we could, Faye didn’t have the height to go on some of the big rides, but we hit most of them with her screaming and pushing up next to me. We got soaked on the log flume and I got to watch Faye in a wet T-shirt the rest of the afternoon. We head to the pier after eating chips out of a paper cone of lunch. I didn’t like the sea, it was too big, too far to think about but Faye loved it. The beach wasn’t all that clean but we went paddling anyway just to please her.
As we walked down the beach there was a donkey being ridden by kids, Faye was amazed by it. We had to wait for her to get a ride, she laughed harder after that then I have ever seen her. She was look younger by the minute, she looked like a normal teenager not a kid from the estate, from a broken home, who had seen too much for her years. I loved this girl almost as much as the other. We headed to the tower as the afternoon moved on.
If we have been there a few more days the runner in me would have insisted that I climbed it from the outside. The was quite a view from up there, I still didn’t like the sea but the was a boat coming passed that I must have spent the best part of an hour watching it pass as I held Faye’s hand. We ate in a small Italian just off the front and headed to the B and B when it got dark. The owner looked at me with open mistrust when I walk in holding Faye’s hands.
We went to bed early, I was just about to drift off to sleep when Faye began moving next to me. At first it was just a slight movement of her arm, I wouldn’t have noticed if she hadn’t been pressed up tight next to me. I tried to look down without moving, her hand was press hard between her legs, rubbing franticly through the thin material of her bottoms. I watch her do this for close to 5 minutes, my cock slowly getting harder and harder. She gave out a small moan before clamping her hand over her mouth to keep herself quite. She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling.
“All ready now” she whispered breathlessly. She moved up and kissed me, our tongues meeting franticly. She flipped on top of me, I could feel her rock hard nipples pressed into my chest through both of our clothes. Her legs spread as she straggled me, she slid my pants down just far enough to let my cock spring free. She ran her finger over it making me shudder, she put her finger on my lips when I started to whimper. She pulled down her own pants exposing herself and slip me into her. She was hot and wet and all worked up. It was slow and passionate we had to keep our lips pressed together to keep us from moaning.
Breathing in and out each other breath as we made love, trying so hard to keep the noise down, like real teenagers, like real people for the ever. It was intents, our bodies moving in harmony, her hands held tightly in mine. I love her smile, I loved her body, I love her smell, I loved her, so much. She had warmed herself up pretty good and was near climax soon. As her pleasure peak her body tensed and she almost screamed into my mouth. The feel of her contracting around my cock pushed me over the edge and I came into her. She lay on top of me as our breathing became normal and my cock slipped out of her. She just pulled her pants back up leaving a sticky mess against her pussy.
We went home via Formby, where they have red squirrels and sand dunes to throw myself down. We sat in the back together as we headed home, Faye curled up into me. Life was good, I was happy, it really couldn’t last.
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Love? Lust? Rape? Murder? Relationships? All of those! In a drama series! Straight sex, bi sex, gay sex, and lesbian sex!
Martin suffers brutal torture from his wife and her lover until he takes revenge.
This is my first posted story. I appreciate constructive criticism.
I start work and Becky comes into my life for a while and i meet my future wife
The last episode of this series I did hurry, I tried to complete to soon after my eye surgery and it was hurting. I hope this helps.
Revelations are had and resolutions are made.
Only a short tale but one I enjoyed being part of!
Marion is a happy married house-wife living in a small town in 1950’s America.
I have to tell you what happened today.
I went to get my hair trimmed today during my lunch break. I really enjoy getting a haircut because it is very relaxing. For a change someone pampers me, even if for a short while and I am paying them. I like the salon I go to because it is all young women working there and the environment is very open and well lit. They also do spa-type services there like massages and tanning.
The woman that always cuts my hair is named Joan and she is really pretty and very friendly. I supposed they have to be friendly to make good tips but all these women are really attractive: thin with perfect breasts and beautiful hips and behinds. Of course they all have perfect hair, each different than the next to suit their own body type and personal style. In a salon they all have to be dressed nicely as this is not just some chain shop where the workers dress however they like. These girls are all dressed really well. Not all suits and jewelry, you know, but tight slacks or skirts and tops that really show off their assets. And they all wear nice shoes, not sneakers or flip-flops. All the nice stuff really gives the place a classy feeling.
I look forward to the visit because I like the way Joan touches me. I have never made any sexual advances toward her nor her to me but I love her fingers and the way she makes me feel. The beginning of the session starts with her washing my hair in one of those salon sinks, with the neck cut out and the reclining chair. I sat down in the chair and we started to make small talk. She asked me how I was feeling and if I was enjoying the warm weather. Today it was really nice out with low humidity and clear skies.
Joan wrapped me in one of the smocks they use to keep the hair and soap off the customers’ clothes. I always put my arms under the cover so I do not get hair all over me. Today I was feeling a little extra horny (probably from thinking about this guy from the UK that I have been emailing sexual letters) and placed my hands at the bottom of my black mini-skirt. It goes down just past the bottom of my ass and whenever I sit I need to pull it down a little or show everyone my thong. I was under the cover so I did not bother to pull it down. In fact I started to stroke my thighs right there in the salon. Nobody could see me, though, because I was covered up.
I leaned back and Joan started to wet my hair. It is about shoulder length and all I needed today was a trim at the bottom. As she applied the warm water she ran her slender fingers through my hair and on the back of my neck. This always drives me crazy as I feel her touch. She stopped the water and gathered a handful of coconut-smelling shampoo, which I like. She started to rub the shampoo into my hair and my scalp also working her fingers down the back of my neck and over my ears.
All the fingering on my head was making my pussy very wet so I reached up and started to stroke the length of my slit through the thong. Joan started to rub harder and was soon using her fingernails on my scalp and the back of my neck. My cotton thong was now drenched with my juice and I was having trouble holding my hips still as I really wanted to finger myself deeply. Joan took the water spray and rinsed the soap from my hair using the same finger method as before, making me want to stick her water nozzle in my pussy.
She then applied some conditioner and worked it in the same way. I really wanted her to get on her knees in front of me and let me hold her head while she ate my pussy. Instead she started to rinse the conditioner out. Joan then reached for a towel and gently padded my hair to slightly dry it off. She wants it a little wet to get a good cut.
Joan placed one of her hands on the back of my shoulder and coaxed me up from my comfortable position and to my feet. Then she took me by the hand and led the way over to her cutting station with all her tools and the large mirror for me to face. I took a seat in the large swivel chair and Joan adjusted the height so my head was level with her chest, which is the proper height for the stylist. She then held the chair and slowly spun me around to face the mirror so she could take her position behind me.
She placed a hand on either side of my face and gently pulled my hair away from my cheeks while looking directly at me in the mirror. She asked what I would like today and I had to restrain myself from telling her exactly what I really wanted. I told her to just take a bit off to clean up the ends. Joan started with the comb and carefully worked down the length of my hair to straighten everything for the cut. Her hands on my cheeks and my neck were driving me crazy again and I started to stroke myself while feeling her touch.
Joan began to trim my hair and I noticed that she was leaning against the seat and my shoulder when she braced herself to get a straight cut with the scissors. Her breasts were poking at the thin top she was wearing and I could actually feel them pushing against my body. While looking in the mirror I could see the tops of both of her perfect tits and the extra cleavage that was created when she pushed into me. Joan was concentrating on her work and I do not believe she noticed me watching, actually staring, at her.
At this point I now had my middle finger pushed completely into my soaking pussy and I was fucking myself with it while I watched and felt her body against mine. I wish we were in bed together. Right now I am writing this wishing I were in bed with my London lover. I would love to feel both of them on me together!
When Joan was done with the cut she took out the blow dryer and started to blow the cut hair off of me and brush out the cut. While the dryer was running I fingered myself faster finally cumming on the chair. I do not think anyone noticed but I wish Joan had. When we were done I paid the cashier and handed Joan a generous tip, at which she smiled. When I started to go I leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek, telling her I would see her next month. I cannot wait!
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If you’d like to start from the beginning, please check out the previous story, entitled “Jennifer and Allison – part 1.” My stories are an attempt to bring an exciting read to people who aren’t into incest and pedophilia. Honestly, who gets off on that gross stuff, anyway? As always, your constructive criticism or compliments are welcomed.
Ok, so here’s my first ever story. I’ve been reading these stories on xnxx for a lot of years now and it’s great to hear different people’s experiences. This experience of mine happened only a month ago so it’s all fresh.
My friend Lizzie and I went to brittany in the north of France for a weekend in June when we were 15 years old. As soon as we got there at 10.30 at night we threw our bags into our room, and quickly changed into short skirts and more revealing tops. I had a boyfriend back home, but I thought this would be a nice drunken girly weekend with my best friend and so I wore my tightest denim mini, with my long light brown legs on show, and a baby pink polo shirt, with my 32D cleavage almost bursting out. We then left her parents in order to go and find a cheap bar to get wasted in. We were walking along the path by the marina when we saw a group of four boys drinking on a bench; excited to make new ‘friends’ I went over to them to discover I already knew them! Jack, Phil, Greg and tom were friends of my ex-boyfriend, and we hung out with them occasionally. After greeting them all, we all set off to the bar together. That night we had far too many drinks, and the sexual tension was almost unbearable, but when the bar was closing up in the early hours of the morning, we all decided we had to go back to out separate homes. Out in the warm night air, I had a brilliant drunken idea – lets get naked! Tom and Greg followed suit, and soon I was walking along in my black wonderbra and thong, and the two boys were in their boxers. Even in the darkness, I could make out both were very well endowed, and both of them had perfect bodies. I wanted them both next to me, but even through my drunken haze, I could still remember my boyfriend, and could still tell it was wrong. As we approached Lizzie’s house I pulled my clothing back on, and gave each of the boys a kiss to say goodbye. Lizzie and I then crept into her flat, as quietly as possible so that her parents in the next room didn’t wake up.
As we sat on the windowsill, having a ciggy and discussing what we remembered of the last few hours, I confessed about how much I wanted Greg, despite my boyfriend at home. Lizzie told me to stay away from him, and that I’d only hurt myself, but I didn’t care, I just wanted him inside me, for the first time I wanted to feel everything a boy could offer inside my tight pussy, and I wanted to scream with pleasure before collapsing on a bed, drenched in sweat, an orgasm still shuddering through me. Soon after stubbing our fags out, we went to bed. When I was sure she was asleep, I reached down under the covers and started gently stroking my pussy with one hand, whilst pinching my left nipple with the other. I then slid my finger down into my neatly shaved pussy and thrust upwards, my thumb working on my already hardened clit. My breathing came increasingly shallower and I had to concentrate with all my will power not to cry out in pleasure as my two fingers, dripping wet from my sweet juices, penetrated deep inside me. I could feel an orgasm welling up inside me, my stomach clenched, my back arched and I shuddered in my now soaking bed sheets. This was going to be quite a weekend.
When I woke up in the morning, the bright sunlight seemed to be saying ‘come on, get up, get drunk, have fun!’ I looked over at Lizzie, her fuller figure barely covered by a light blue top looked so tempting, and I briefly considered leaning over and caressing her soft, smooth chest, when I snapped back to reality, pulled on some short hot pants over my miniscule designer bikini. I looked in the mirror at my naturally thin frame– my long dirty blonde hair hung loose down my back, my legs were lightly bronzed and perfectly skinny, my ass was rounded, my chest had already developed. I knew I looked hot for a 15-year-old girl, and I wasn’t going to let my boyfriend stand in the way of some fun in the boiling French sun – besides, it’s a different area code, it doesn’t count, right?
Within an hour, Lizzie and I were heading down to the bar from the night before. The boys were already there when we got there, each looking laidback and uncaring. Lizzie’s well-tanned legs caught their eyes as she walked in, and I swear I could see Greg’s cock rising in anticipation when he saw my scantily clad figure stride into the bar. 3 double vodka and cokes later, Lizzie and I were well on our way to being completely bladdered, so we all decided to go to the beach for a bit and cool off and drink more. After stumbling down to the beach, I quickly pulled off my tight white t-shirt and hot pants to reveal a stunning pale pink Burberry bikini. Greg, Tom and I walked down to the shore, and I slowly pulled off my bikini top. Both of these virgin 15 year olds had never seen a girl topless in the sea before, and I could tell both of them were really enjoying the sight, so I thought I’d play up to them a bit, and started slowly untying the strings on my bikini bottoms, when Greg came up to me, and just pulled them down, he then picked me up and slid his large, throbbing member deep into me. I screamed slightly with the shock of it at first – it must have been 7 inches, and my tight, virgin pussy couldn’t quite handle it, but as we started rocking I started really enjoying myself. My breathing sped up, his rock hard dick slid in and out of dripping pussy, coating it with my juices. Let out a low moan and I whispered, “I’m coming… I’m coming… IM FUCKING COMING DON’T STOP” he was pumping harder and harder, and I was sliding on and off of his cock, each time forcing it deeper and deeper into me until I couldn’t handle it anymore and had the most powerful orgasm ever. I felt his warm cum shoot inside me, and the he started to go soft. He fully withdrew and I collapsed into his arms. Tom had watched the whole episode, and was softly stroking his boner. The three of us then started walking back up the beach, my legs still weak from the sex I’d just enjoyed.
Lizzie looked pretty rough when we returned to our towels, and soon ran off to be sick behind some rocks, jack following her to make sure she was ok. Greg slid his arm around me as we sat down, and started slowly caressing my lower back… it felt amazing… I looked up at him, and slowly parted my lips He kissed me with such passion, his tongue exploring deep into my mouth, my nipples hardening to his touch, my cunt tinselling in anticipation, when I felt another hand running up the inside of my thigh. I gasped slightly and looked down. Tom was there; he smiled at me and asked, “Mind if I join in, sexy?” I smiled back in answer to his request, and leant back. I felt his tongue slide slowly up my leg, my heartbeat doubled he nearly got to my pussy, before stopping, leaning up wards and sucking, licking and biting my erect nipples. Greg followed his lead and started doing the same to my other breast. It felt so good I could hardly control my self, I could feel tom lightly biting my left nipple, while Greg licked slowly around my right one. Their hands explored the rest of my body, touching, teasing, controlling me until I couldn’t take it any longer; I clenched my cunt muscles and arched back thrusting toms fingers further into me. I then pushed Greg’s head down, and moaned as he licked the top of my slit, moving his tongue all around it pushing in, and pulling it back again kissing all around my swollen pussy, leaning up slightly and nibbling on my engorged clit. I squealed in delight, and forced my pussy up into his face, as he started to suck my clit. I realised that Greg was just watching, so I pulled down his shorts to reveal his once again hard dick. I guided it to my mouth, licking all the way down before sucking gently on his balls. I then pushed the whole of his throbbing, veiny cock into my mouth. I enjoyed the feeling of it as it slid back into my throat, almost choking me, I pulled it out again, and started to suck the head, harder and harder before Greg took the back of my head and forced his huge cock back into my mouth. Tom pulled away from my greedy pussy and thrust his 8 incher all the way into me. I moaned again, still with Greg’s dick in my mouth. Tom started humping me good and hard, thrusting himself in and out of me, making my stomach clench and my legs twitch. We were getting quite an audience of older French men, but I was too drunk to really care, and neither of the boys seemed to mind, so I didn’t let it stop me enjoying myself. Tom shot is load into my pussy, and a few seconds later Greg came in my mouth. I licked the entire warm, salty cum off his dick, and swallowed it all.
I sighed at sat back onto Greg contentedly, as tom laid his head on my stomach and drew tiny circles on my leg with his fingers. Greg then reached over and grabbed the bottle of cheap champagne we had bought the day before, he took a swig, and poured the remainder of the still cool, bubbly liquid all down my chest, as it pooled in my belly button and dripped down towards my pussy. The two young boys wasted no time licking it off my flat stomach and pert tits, paying special attention to my once again erect nipples. When there was more spit than champers on me, Greg took my hand and said “come on, we’re going for a walk”.
He led me behind some beach sheds and started kissing me again. My back against the rough wall of the shed he slid himself into me yet again (they have so much stamina!) and I heaved with delight. He pumped harder and harder, until he was nearly about to come, then he withdrew. I couldn’t help feeling disappointed, until he spun me around and said “this might hurt a bit, but I’ll be gentle” he then pushed his dick against the tight opening of my virgin asshole, and using the juices from my soaking pussy, he pushed himself inside me. The pain was intense for a minute, until I got used to it, then it felt amazing. He slowly moved in and out of me, getting fasted and faster, pumping harder and harder. I pushed against the wall, feeling his chest against my naked back. Soon enough, he was ready to come again and he spewed his load into my ass. He withdrew and I wiped myself off. He kissed me once again, and we walked off
As we said our good byes later on, we vowed to meet up in brittany again sometime (preferably soon). It seemed like Lizzie had a pretty good time with Jack, and Phil had a good time watching both of us.
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Maia, after making her own choices and sets in motion a life that influences others, discovers what a life of true freedom can mean for her, her dog, and the men.
My Hot Milf Neighbor and her Twin Daughters
I’ve had lovers before, but none were like my Uncle Josh. He was my mom’s biological brother, he was 20, tall, had black hair and the prettiest green eyes. I was an average 17 year old with big(ish) boobs, nice butt, and brown eyes. This story started when my family took a vacation to Gatlinburg, TN. It was me, my siblings, my parents, my biological grandparents from my mom’s side and my Uncle Josh. My Uncle Josh and I ended up having to share a room, and that’s why it all began.
I was already physically attracted to my Uncle Josh, but having to sleep right next to him had my panties soaked every night so finally I just stopped wearing them. One night I was horny to the point where it absolutely had to be taken care of. So, trying to be quiet I went to the bathroom and turned on the water so nobody would hear my moans. I slowly stripped making everything about it feel sensual. I sat on top of the counter and reached a hand between my thighs and started rubbing on my clit. I started going faster and faster, and I was moaning “Uncle Josh”. I guess I was loud enough to wake him up and just as I was about to climax, he opened the door and saw/heard me. As I came I moaned out his name one last time and as I finished cumming I finally opened my eyes and saw him there. I jumped down off the counter, horrified. I ran back to the room and lay down, pretending to be asleep. As I was falling asleep my Uncle Josh came in, and lay down as if nothing had happened.
The next day, we both avoided the other as much as possible. Eye contact never happened. We all went out sight-seeing and after we came back it was about 9 p.m. so everyone went to bed. Like usual I changed into my pajamas in the bathroom and left my panties off. I got into bed and saw that my parents had finally hooked up the Xbox 360. So, I hopped out of bed and started playing. I didn’t even hear my Uncle Josh came in, because I was so into the game. But just as I reached a checkpoint in Call of Duty, I was yanked up by my arms. All of a sudden, I was slammed against the wall and held there by my Uncle Josh. He held my wrists against the wall with one hand, and held my throat with the other. I let a strangled moan slip thru my lips as I closed my eyes. He kissed me roughly as he choked me. Then, he let go and stepped back as he ripped my shirt up and over my head. I never wore a bra to bed so he stared at my bare 38D’s for a moment then he grabbed them and started licking, sucking, and biting my nipples. I let out another moan as I felt my pussy juices start to flow. He picked me up and threw me onto the bed, and ripped my pants off. He smiled as he saw that I wasn’t wearing underwear. Then he got onto his knees as he pulled me to the edge of the bed and got between my legs. He buried his face into my pussy as he roughly licked and bit at my clit. I moaned as I felt one of his fingers slip into my already dripping wet pussy. He quickly looked up and put a pillow over my face to keep me quiet. Then he went back down and started licking/biting my clit as he finger-fucked my tight, wet pussy. He was hitting my g-spot so perfectly and licking my clit amazingly. After a few minutes of this I couldn’t help it and started shaking as I came all over his hand and face. He licked up every drop and then he got up, and dropped his pants. He wasn’t wearing any boxers and as I looked up at him I saw his 9-inch boner for the first time. I sat up as I was in awe of how big it was. I grabbed it with both hands and slowly started rubbing up and down his shaft, but he looked at me and said, “You can’t do that with it dry baby girl.” I nodded as I kept looking at his huge dick. He then slapped me across the face with the back of his hand and said, “Say yes sir.” I trembled with anticipation as I felt my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I dropped down onto my knees in front of him as I looked up and said, “Yes sir. I won’t do it dry.” He smiled in approval and praised me for doing as he asked. I bit my lip and then slowly opened my mouth wide for his big dick as I slowly slid him into my mouth. I shivered as I hear him moan my name as he slid further and further into my mouth until he hit my throat. I gagged a little and started sucking back and forth, making sure not to gag too much. I started speeding up as he started moaning more and more. Then he grabbed the back of my head as he pulled my hair and pushed my head further onto his dick. I started gagging more until he told me to relax. I tried to relax and was shocked as his dick slid into my throat. And as I was adjusting, he wasted no time in fucking my face. I moaned onto his dick as I reached down and started rubbing my pussy. As I was getting close to cumming, he came in my throat and that sent me over the edge and I came as I was swallowing his cum. When he finally took his dick out of my mouth, I gasped for breath and slowly got up and lay down on the bed. He looked me up and down as I was catching my breath. He sat next to me on the bed and slowly kissed me as he asked if I was okay. I told him I was I had just never came that hard 2 times in a row. And as we laid there I rolled to face him and said, “Thank you for making me cum.” He looked at me and smiled as he thanked me for the same thing. That night we fell asleep lying next to each other naked.
That morning we were startled awake as my mom pounded on the door. We both jumped up and started getting ready. That day my mom had planned for us to go to an amusement park and my mom said to wear something comfortable. I smiled as I grabbed my skinny jeans and threw them on. I knew that today I’d keep myself entertained by teasing my Uncle Josh as much as possible. As we left the cabin, we all got into vehicles, my mom & dad with my brother in one, and my biological grandparents and my sister in another, and then me and my Uncle Josh in the other. I smiled at him while we were pulling out of the driveway. I slowly leaned my chair back so that to anyone looking into the car it seemed like the passenger was just lying back napping. But I had something better than napping planned. I slowly worked into a position to wear my head was in my Uncle’s lap. He looked down at me as I slowly unzipped/unbuttoned his pants. His breath caught in his throat as I grabbed his dick and pulled it out of his pants. I slowly jacked it off, and then as his dick got harder I put it into my mouth. He moaned in ecstasy, while trying to keep his eyes on the road. He reached down and pushed my head further and further onto his cock, until he was in my throat again. After a few minutes of deepthroating, he moaned and whispered, “Ashley, I’m gonna cum.” I smiled as I started going faster and faster. He moaned my name loud as he jerked up and came in my throat. I smiled as I resituated myself back onto my own seat. I leaned my seat back up just as we pulled into the amusement park parking lot. He smiled at me as he readjusted himself while we were parking. We got out and met the family at the front gates. He walked behind me the entire time, smiling the whole way. He put on his sunglasses as soon as I looked back and caught him watching my ass. We teased each other all day, with me bending over in front of him and him grabbing my ass or kissing me and biting my lip when nobody was looking. By the end of the day, we were horny, nervous, and anxious to get back to the cabin and lock the door to our room.
We held hands the whole way back to the cabin, and when we finally got there it was a little after 10 p.m. and we all decided to call it a night and go to bed. So Uncle Josh and I told everyone goodnight and went to lie down. As soon as we got into the room though we were ripping off each other’s clothes and kissing hurriedly. Finally, we were both naked and laying on the bed with him on top of me. He looked down at me as he asked me if I was ready. I kissed him hard as I told him I was. He lifted up and rubbed his dick up and down my pussy, making sure to hit my clit over and over. I moaned as I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in, trying to get him inside me. He smiled and leaned down, kissed me hard, and shoved his big dick inside of me all at once. I would’ve screamed out if he hadn’t put his hand over my mouth. His dick was so big, and it made me feel so full and stretched. So, he stayed completely still until I stopped whimpering then he slowly took himself out of me, inch-by-inch. By now I had my arms thrown around him and my legs wrapped around his waist. I flexed my legs gently trying to push him back inside me, and he just rammed it in again. Once again he clamped his hand over my mouth as I almost screamed. He leaned down to whisper in my ear, “Do you want it rough, baby girl?” I nodded my head yes. He smiled as he grabbed my throat and growled, “What do you say?” I whimpered as I choked out, “Yes sir, I’d like it rough, please.” He grinned viciously as he rammed his dick back into me while he was choking me. He kissed me once, before he started fucking me wildly. Then he moaned for me to get on my knees, which I obligingly did. I quickly got on my knees next the bed as he sat up for me to suck his dick. I quickly got him into my mouth, and started sucking. He stood up and started fucking my face again. He moaned as he told me he was going to cum, so I kept sucking. But my Uncle Josh had a better idea. As his big dick began top pulse he pulled me off it and came all over my face. After that I took a shower, and the next morning my parents, me, and my siblings left for our house in middle Tennessee, Uncle Josh and my biological grandma headed back to Colorado, and my biological grandpa headed back to Florida. My Uncle Josh and I kept in touch over the years, and we’re patiently waiting for our next family vacation.
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