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Reading Allowed, Pt.8

READING ALLOWED, Part 8
By lamignonne and Zenmackie
Marie felt wretched. While he was gone, it had been easy to nurture her feelings of resentment towards him for leaving her alone all day, tied up and bored, and suffering acutely from her unsatisfied lust. As the long day had worn on, her jaw aching more by the hour, her stomach growling, her body cold and bruised and her head more often than not in one of his toilets, Marie’s frustration had grown and grown. She’d even started to feel like she was justified in snooping around in his study. After all, she’d given up her whole weekend for him and he hadn’t even seen fit to stay at home!
Marie hadn’t been able to form any kind of resolve about how she was going to behave when her Master came home, other than the vague idea that she certainly deserved some attention from him and would be prepared to communicate just that if she didn’t get any. But her resolution wavered the second she sensed him in the bathroom. He’d startled her, standing there so quietly while she worked, squashed up against the toilet for all the world as if she were embracing it. She’d dropped the cleaning brush and it had splashed her, and just like that, she was at a disadvantage. As usual.
As she’d struggled to kneel the way he liked, Marie tried to cope with the confusing riot of emotions that she was feeling. On the one hand, she was still mad at him, anxious to show him that she didn’t appreciate his leaving her; on the other, his presence overwhelmed her, intruded even on her carefully nourished anger, and all her instincts were screaming at her to throw herself at his feet and show him her joy and relief that he’d returned. Her desire to have her suffering acknowledged by him warred with the desire to suffer still more, to do anything he wanted as long as he would smile at her and tell her she was a good girl. She could feel him studying her and trembled. Her urge to grovel grew stronger as he approached her, overpowering her with his presence, torturing her with suspense. As he gripped her chin and raised her face to look in her eyes, Marie had panicked, terrified he’d be able to see her every disloyal, petulant thought, and then she had made the terrible choice to show him her anger.
How quickly he’d put her in her place, she thought miserably now. In truth, he’d had all the power from the moment he’d come into the bathroom, had controlled her more efficiently with just his presence than his chains had been able to do throughout the long day. He stood before her and her body shook with the desire to kneel; he humiliated her and she craved his approval beyond every other need. She had tried defiance just this once, confronting him with nothing more than the look in her eyes, and his reaction had been immediate, painful and devastatingly effective. Marie had realized again, with excruciating clarity, that her attitude was still all wrong. It was her privilege to be allowed to spend the weekend with him, her undeserved honor that he was willing to teach her. After all, she hadn’t been a very good slave…
She clung to his ankles, her forehead resting on his feet, trying to control her sobs and hoping against hope that her obvious contrition would mollify his displeasure with her. At long last, he spoke.
“You’re getting toilet-water all over my shoes.”
The mildness of his tone, with its bare hint of amusement, filled her with such relief and delight that Marie felt like scampering around the bathroom and wagging her tail like the good little doggie she wanted to be for him. But she made herself hold perfectly still for a moment, then slowly raised her face to his again and, trying very hard not to smile, said, “I’m sorry, Master.”
Yes! His expression was now one of bemused affection; he was no longer angry with her! Oh, thank God.
He grabbed a hand-towel from a nearby rack, roughly dried her face and hair with it then threw it down on the floor beside her. Marie knew he was expecting her to use it to dry his shoes.
Instead she once more lowered her head….and began licking them clean.
It didn’t take long—less than a minute—to complete the task, but something about it, the complete and utter abasement of kneeling at his feet, naked and in chains, licking toilet water from his shoes, was setting her on fire. She had no time to analyze it—all she knew was she had to have his cock in her mouth—now.
She sat up. Her eyes flickered up to him once—he was frowning down at her, but not angrily. He seemed intent, as if he was trying to guess at her thoughts. Feeling suddenly sure of herself, Marie leaned forward and placed a kiss on the front of his pants where his erection strained against the fabric. She nuzzled her cheek there and looked up at him again, holding his gaze this time. “Please, Master,” she said, “may I suck your cock?”
They were both a little stunned. Marie couldn’t believe how strong and confident her voice had sounded. Her pussy flooded with moisture at the sound of the words; her eyes sparkled with excitement. Even though he’d just spanked her, even though her hair was wet with toilet water and she was naked and chained, this felt right.
As for her Master, he couldn’t get his pants open fast enough. He’d think about what her behavior meant in a few minutes—right now, he focused on Marie’s hot, talented little mouth as she bent to her work. Good God, it felt like she was trying to swallow him whole!
Marie was overtaken by a strange sort of frenzy. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of his cock in her mouth. Her captive hands reached for his balls and her fingers lifted them, rubbed them, and squeezed them gently all the while her face was pressed against his groin, her throat full of him. She massaged the spot below his balls and her tongue went into overdrive on his shaft.
This was one time he wasn’t worried about coming too soon. He thought he was going to die of pleasure… He lost control as he came, grabbing her head and thrusting himself violently down her throat. She swallowed gamely, and when he finally opened his eyes, still breathing hard, she was kneeling there smiling at him.
He could hardly believe it. She had just begged to be allowed to pleasure him. She’d begged him before, to gain her own pleasure or because he’d ordered her to, but this was different. He’d never have expected her to reach this stage of submission so soon. And he knew she’d been sincere. Even now, she was still grinning like he’d just given her a present.
What was it about this girl that she’d gotten under his skin so fast? To be truthful, he’d come home earlier than he’d planned, anxious to see how his little slave had fared in his absence. He’d had to conceal a hard-on quite a few times throughout the day, every time he pictured her humping his fingers as she had this morning or the desperate, pleading look on her face when she realized he was going to leave her bound and frustrated. What a homecoming he’d gotten! And they still had all evening to spend together before he really ought to be getting her back to campus. They’d eat first—and then he had a few things he wanted to try.
Her Master hadn’t said anything, and he’d only given her the briefest of smiles, but Marie knew he was pleased with her. She tensed just a little as he reached down and hauled her to her feet—grabbing her elbow this time, instead of her hair—surely that was a good sign. He tossed her over his shoulder into a fireman’s carry and headed for the stairs. Marie felt a little panicky as she realized that, with her hands bound by her neck, she had no way to break her fall if he dropped her, but his grip was firm and the feeling subsided. Now, as he entered the kitchen—the scene of her imprudence that morning—she just had to worry about what he would do with her next.
It seemed that they had both learned a lesson from that morning’s encounter: when they reached the kitchen table he simply put her down next to his chair, lifting the table leg to secure the end of her leash as she took her kneeling pose. He said not one word to her about cooking, and Marie allowed herself a small grin as she watched him preparing dinner.
It was a simple meal; he steamed some rice and saut? a few chopped vegetables, tossing in some bits of cold chicken from the refrigerator. But he added spices like a master chef–a pinch of one, a sprinkle of another, tasting and nodding to himself. The air began to fill with a deliciously complex aroma and Marie was forcefully reminded that she’d had nothing to eat since breakfast, unless she counted her Master’s come. If she still had her ball-gag on, she knew, she’d be drooling all over herself. As it was she simply swallowed hard, kept her position tight and her attention on him, hoping that her stomach wouldn’t gurgle and embarrass her as it had that morning.
Yet even though she was famished, not to mention ragingly horny, she became aware that underlying all the physical and emotional turbulence lay a very unfamiliar sensation: serenity. Her needs were no longer her concern—her Master would take care of them in due time, and that’s all she needed to know. She felt a contented smile creep across her face.
Her smile only widened when she saw him reach down into a cabinet next to the stove and bring out a shining aluminum dog bowl. She knew it was for her, and she brushed away the troublesome thought that it already been there and not purchased especially for her. Maybe he used to have a dog. Or maybe…no, she would not think about that. This moment—now—was all there needed to be.
She gave him her most loving smile as he set the bowl, filled to the brim with steaming food, on the floor beside her before setting his plate on the table. She followed him with her eyes and then her body, shuffling around on her knees to remain facing towards him as he pulled out his chair and sat. She gave not the slightest glance to her bowl of food—it was not hers until he said it was.
When he was settled in place he turned to look at her, and to Marie it was obvious that he was pleased with what he saw: that his slave was simply waiting, giving him her complete and silent attention. He actually beamed at her and caressed the side of her face with his hand, and Marie felt as though she would melt with happiness. After a moment he withdrew his hand and said, “You must be starving, princess. Please go ahead.”
“Thank you, Master,” Marie replied, wishing she could kiss him just then. She turned away and bent down to her bowl…and was quite pleased to discover that he had placed it so that while she ate she would be displaying her upraised ass and pussy for his pleasure. She began to eat.
Marie’s hands had reached out automatically to steady herself as she bent over the dog bowl, only to be jerked back by the chains holding them to her collar. She was suddenly mindful of her discomfort again. She hadn’t been able to straighten her arms for hours, now, and the urge to stretch her elbows was driving her crazy. Marie tried to focus on the food, which was fragrant and delicious and which she was eating way too fast, but her mind kept wandering. Would he let her spend the night again? She could get all her homework done tomorrow, if she was diligent, and it would be totally worth it if he’d fuck her again tonight, and hold her like he had last night as she fell asleep.
Before she knew it, Marie found herself licking the bowl clean. She’d scarfed her dinner down with undignified haste, and blushed rosily as she realized her Master had probably only taken a few civilized bites by now. She really was just like his pet. Well, in for a pound…Marie thought, and shuffled on her knees over to his chair to lay her head on his knee. She held her breath, hoping for some sign of approval from him, and sure enough, a moment later she felt his hand resting lightly on her head. Another moment passed, and he stroked her hair. Marie felt her chest expand with happiness.
Several minutes later, he gently tugged on her hair to get her to sit up. He held a glass of water for her while she drank, waiting until she had finished it. He, she saw, was drinking from an expensive-looking bottle of red wine. A few more minutes passed while he savored his wine, then he stood and retrieved a clean dishcloth, wet it, and came back to clean Marie’s face. She blushed anew. She certainly hadn’t been worried about keeping her face clean while she ate, she realized now. She was vaguely surprised that he did it silently, making no attempt to humiliate her further. Was that because he had more challenges in store for her later this evening?
Marie watched as her Master performed only the most rudimentary clean-up of the kitchen. Leaving the dishes for later didn’t seem like his style, and she smiled to herself, imagining that he was in a hurry to play some more with her—his toy.
She wasn’t far off, if she’d known it. The impromptu blow job in the bathroom might as well have never happened for all the difference it made to his cock, which was again hard as a rock. He deliberately kept the wine bottle in one hand while he freed Marie’s leash from the table leg and led her into the living room. He knew from experience that if he had a few more swallows he’d be able to last a lot longer, and he definitely wanted to drag this next experience out as long as possible.
Leaving Marie kneeling in front of his oversized arm chair, he set the wine down on the end table there and went upstairs to get a few supplies. He was pleased to see, on his way back down, that her eyes hadn’t strayed from the stairway; she was avidly watching for his return. The apprehension in her gaze was adorable, and as he sat in the chair in front of her he took a moment just to look her over. Then he leaned forward and unlocked the chains at her wrists.
He watched her eyes fill with tears as she tried, with excruciating slowness, to straighten her arms for the first time in hours. He let her struggle for a moment, then he reached for her hands, saying, “It’s easier if you do it all at once”—and yanked her arms straight before she could react.
Marie gasped, but as the blood flowed freely into her stiff joints, she saw that he was right. She flexed her arms for a few minutes, unable to keep back a sigh of pleasure as the pain and stiffness eased.
She wasn’t going to be relieved for long. “Turn around,” he ordered suddenly, “and give me your hands.” She obeyed, turning her back to him and holding her hands behind her. He cuffed them together, then used a leather cinch he’d brought down on her upper arms just above her elbows, pulling it tight and watching her shoulder blades point out and her back arch, hearing her gasp. He bent to unlock the short chain between her ankles then said, “Face me.”Perfect. His little pet, arching her back to relieve the strain on her arms, looked as if she were presenting her tits for his pleasure. He was also surprised and pleased to see that she’d spread her knees apart after he’d unlocked them, and he could already see the telltale sheen of moisture on her pussy. She was panting, but whether it was from arousal or the pain in her bound arms he couldn’t tell. He leaned back in the chair and took a sip of wine, then said, “What did you think about today, Princess?”
Her eyes flickered up to his–then she lowered them modestly. “I missed you, Sir,” she said quietly.
He wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily. “And did you like cleaning the house for me?”
Marie only debated for a second—he’d know if she lied, she reasoned—but she couldn’t look at him.. “No, Sir.”
“Why not?”
“It was—I was bored, Sir,” she stammered. He could tell she wanted to add something, so he waited. “But—but I’ll be happy to do it again, Sir, if you let me.”
“Why is that, Princess?”
“Because I like…obeying your orders, Sir.” Her voice nearly died at the end of her reply, but he was satisfied. This must be the result of the epiphany she’d seemed to have in the bathroom earlier. Unquestionably, she’d been angry with him before he came home, but now she seemed to have come to a better understanding, and acceptance, of her role as his pet—all on her own. However, it couldn’t hurt to give her some additional encouragement.
“And I like giving them to you, pet,” he said, smiling at her. “You did very well today.”
He watched her face glow with happiness for a moment, then he brought out the nipple clamps. These were a different pair than the one she’d worn last night; they had a gentler bite, but came adorned with tacky pink plastic hearts that dangled on a thin, short chain about an inch and a half long. Remembering her face as she’d looked at the purple, heart-shaped paddle in the store, he guessed that wearing these would humiliate his princess more than wearing the plain ones had. Indeed, she looked chagrined at the sight of them, but bravely maintained her posture, her chest still thrust towards him invitingly. He took advantage of that for a few minutes, fondling and teasing, and she didn’t flinch from him even when he twisted and pulled her nipples, although she winced and whimpered a little. He even slapped her breasts a few times, noting that they were just large enough to bounce when he did it. This was going to be great.
Her face flamed as he attached the clips and she felt the dangling hearts brushing against the underside of her breasts. He thought he’d never get tired of seeing that blush. He jiggled her breasts, just to rub it in a little, then very deliberately removed his pants and boxers and leaned back in the chair. Her eyes went wide at the sight of his fully-erect cock, and she actually licked her lips, making him want to laugh. “Climb on, princess,” he said, some of his amusement leaking into his voice.
She looked at him like she wasn’t sure he was serious, then stood up eagerly and way too fast. She teetered for a moment, throwing one foot behind her to catch her balance, then more carefully moved toward his chair. He helped her, reaching for her waist and settling her over his lap, her knees balanced on the chair’s seat on either side of him. There was plenty of room for her legs on the wide seat, and she looked down into his face as she hovered there, leaning forward slightly to keep her balance. Her pussy, visibly wet, was mere inches from his upthrust cock, and they were both breathing heavily already. “Two rules, Princess,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. “First, you can come as much as you want—but you have to tell me, every time. Second, I want to see these—” he flicked the dangling hearts on her nipple clamps “—in motion. If they stop moving, we’re done. And, Princess, break either rule, and I will punish you.”
He watched her shudder with desire at his words. “Yes, Master,” she said, her voice as hoarse as his. He gripped her hips and helped her lower herself onto him, inch by pleasurable inch. As their hips finally met, he felt her grinding against him, finally stimulating her clit, which had been aching all day to be touched. But, mindful of rule number two, she didn’t linger there, but started to ride him, rising up on her knees, then sinking down and taking his whole length again. It was hard, because with her hands bound behind her, she could rely only on her leg muscles both for balance and to move over him. Her tummy muscles clenched with her efforts to keep upright and not tip forward or backward.
She’d only humped him twice when she suddenly threw her head back, moaning, “Oh, oh God, Sir, I’m going to come!” Her cry ended on a gasp and he felt her clench on him, felt the rush of moisture where their bodies were joined, and it was all he had not to come himself. “Keep fucking me—keep going, Princess,” he rasped, restraining himself from grabbing her hips and setting his own rhythm. She started humping him furiously as she rode out her orgasm, her head back and her mouth open, and he watched a fiery blush spread over her face and down her chest. She didn’t seem to be breathing, but just as he was going to intervene, she sucked in a huge breath of air and slowed down slightly.
The slower speed was almost better. He could have sworn she was clenching on him each time she rose up, her pussy squeezing every inch of him as if it were afraid to let go. He had no idea if she was doing it on purpose or not, but that, combined with the sight of the clamps bouncing on her chest, had him close to coming again within a few seconds. He couldn’t resist reaching up to pull on the clamps, and that set her off again, and as she started to come she cried, “Sir, oh, I can’t help it, I’m com—” Again, she lost the end of her sentence as her whole body tensed in rapture. It lasted even longer this time, and when it finally stopped he was gripping the arms of the chair in a desperate attempt to hold back his own orgasm.
She didn’t slow this time, but continued to fuck him rhythmically, at an almost frantic pace. She was putting all she had into it, slamming her pelvis down onto him with each thrust. Her whole body was covered with a sheen of sweat and her face was beet red. Her thighs must have been burning by now, but she obviously had more in her. He wondered what some dirty talk would do to her, so he tried it, growling, “Oh, yeah, fuck me, you horny little cunt! You can’t help yourself, can you? Such a dirty slut!”
It worked—she howled as she started to come again, just barely managing to gasp out, “Com—coming!” before her pussy contracted like a vise. He felt her squirting again and suddenly couldn’t help himself any longer. He grabbed her hips and started slamming her down onto his cock himself, grunting as he neared his climax. She had recovered somewhat and tried to urge him on, saying, “Yes, Master, I’m your dirty slut!”—and then she felt his hot load filling her, and lost herself again. He might not have seen it, so lost was he in the throes of orgasm, but that she lost her balance, tipping backwards as she closed her eyes against the surprising onslaught of pleasure. He had to quickly shift his grip to keep her upright, and even as he experienced his final shudders of pleasure, he was thinking of how much he’d enjoy teaching his slave a lesson about breaking the rules.

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Uncle John’s Fetish

Cousin Jessica told me that when she did it to her dad, my Uncle John, he went off like an angry volcano and spewed his creamy lava halfway across the room. U didn’t believe it until she did it to me.
Jessica bad I started fucking the summer after we graduated from high school. We were both eighteen and we would be going to the same college in the fall. She came to stay withus for awhile that summer. We were both pretty horny, but wewere timid as well, and we might never have gottter together at all if my erection hadn’t popped out the leg of my running shorts while we were dancing in the playroom late one night. Before I could tuck it away, her soft hands were on it.
We shed our clothes quickly. The only thing I said was, “Are you on the pill?” She didn’t say anything ~ she just nodded. She stretched out on the couch, spread her legs and I mounted her for the first of many glorious fucks that we would share.
Her pussy was so juicy that my cock made squishing sounds as it slid in and out of her. We kissed each other hungrily; she clawed my back writhed beneath me as my cock swelled inside of her until I thought it would burst. She moaned softly as her pussy tightened around my surging cock. She gasped as powerful contractions swept through her cunt, sucking my cock into the center of her swirling passion. We squeezed each other tightly as my cock jerked wildly and pumped streams of white- hot semen into her spasming depths.
Nearly three years later, Jessica and I were college junioes, sharing an apartment off campus and sharing each others body as often as possibel. We were just sitting around after dinner, drinking coffee and chatting, when she told me about her dad and what she did for him whenever she went home for awhile. ” No way, ” I said.
She nodded vigorously, just like the time I asked if she took the pill. Her green eyes were resolute; her curvy, shoulder- length hair streamed across her face. “Come on,” I said. “Take your clothes off,” she said. Then she turned and left the room. I sripped and sat on the couch, my cock a fat, languid worm on my thigh. I heard Jessica open the door to the bedroom closet. Then I waited several minutes. She appeared before me, dressed in a candy- striper uniform, with white hose on her legs and white heels on her her feet. My cock stirred. She walked right over to me, lifted the hem of her skirt and showed me stocking tops, garters- and dainty white cotton panties. She didn’t wiggle or anything — she just stood there, showing me her charms. Then she turned around so I could the way the stocking tops clung to her thighs and the way her ass cheeks crept out the legs of her briefs. My cock jerked to life and stood at attention.
She pulled up a chair and sat down across from me. She crossed her right leg over her left leg. She didn’t rock her her legs at all. She sat perfectly still, but gave me a clear view of her panries and stocking tops. My cock throbbed. Pre- cum oozed from the head. She uncrossed her legs, then crossed them the other way. I started to reach for my twitching dick, but she frowned and shook her head. She never said a word.
Cousin Jessica uncrossed her legs and sat with her feet on the bottom rung of the chair, her knees slightly apart. She didn’t look right at me. I had seen my cousin naked more times than I could remember, but the illicit thrill of looking up her dress was almost more than I could bear. My cock jerked and the head flared; my balls tightened as my load boiled inside them.
Cousin Jessica kicked off her shoes, lifted her legs, and rested her feet on my lap, on the other side of my straining cock. I put my hands on her nylon stockings they were gently rough against my fingertips. She frowned again and shook her head. I let go of her legs; she caressed my balls with her feet. My erection jerked like Sampson had against his chains. But that was only the begining.
Cousin Jessica’s nylon-covered toes gripped the base of my cock, flexed and relaxed. The friction was agonizing. I breathed deeply and arched my back as she literally walked up and down my cock. She used her feet like hands, stroking my cock between them and jacked it. I looked up her dress as she did it. Semen rose in my shaft. I raised my hips off the couch and thrust, fucking her feet. My cock lurched forward, sprang back and spewed a geyser of goo into the air. It didn’t fly across the room, but it soaked into her nylons. Jessica’s feet pressed my dick tightly as it continued to twitch, and jizz dribbled from the head. She didn’t remove her feet until I was absolutely spent. Then she put her feet back in her shoes, stood, and walked out of the room, leaving me sprawled on the couch, gasping for breath.
When she returned, she was butt naked. Her delighted boobs jiggled lewdly as she approached me. As I sat up, she pressed her downy mound against my face and I carefully pulled her piter lips apart and lapped her pussy and clitoris.
Jessica gyrated against my face. I grabbed her ass to hold her still and sucked her clitoris hard, tickling the underside of it with my tongue, Jessica cupped her heavy breast and pinched her taut pink nipples. She trembled ; her knees buckled ; huice spilled from her cunt. Her pussy swelled against my lips and exploded with jarring contractions that made her body quake. My spent cock stirred anew as I felt the orgasmic spasms surge through her flesh.
Cousin Jessica then dropped to her knees and sucked my cock until it was stiff again. At that point, she led me into the bedroom, reclined on the bed and spread her legs. I mounted her and buried my head in her bosom, licking, sucking and biting her turgid nipples.
Jessica locked her ankles just below my butt. I fucked her with abandon, driving my erection in and out of her slippery groove. My cousin moaned, gritted her teeth and stiffened as my cock swelled within her. She arched her back, gasped and licked my cheek. Her pussy clamped down on my cock. “Oh, Brian, you’re making me come,” she cried.
“You’re making come. You’re making me come, too” I whispered into her ear before swirling my tongue along the lobe. She stiffened again, then writhed beneath me as I ejaculated, splashing my seed against her womb. We both lay there, panting, until our spasms subsided.
I made some more coffee and Cousin Jessica told me how she had out on her old candy- stripper uniform one night, along with stockings and garters that her mother had bbought her for her righteenth birthday. She was feeling a little frisky, she said, and sat down across from her father, who sat watching television in his boxers and undershirt.
She wiggled on the couch until she finally caught her father’s eye. It started out as some harmless flirting, but she got bolder and bolder, crossing and uncrosssing her legs to give her father glimpes of her panties, thighs and stocking stops.
“His thing just started swelling up,” she said, before blowing on her coffee and taking a careful sip. “My pussy started tingling. My pussy hairs stood up like ther was static cling in the room. I sipped my coffe and listened as she told me how she playfully stretched her legs and put her feet in her daddy’s lap. His cockhead peeked out the slit in his boxers and, the next thing I knew, she was masturbating him with her feet.
“It was such a powerful thing of control,” she said, her green eyes softening nonetheless at the recollection. “I litterally had him at my feet.” Her mother, my mother’s sister, walked in on them. She was astonished, Cousin Jessica told me, but it was already too late. Her father went off like a pipe bome, squirting gobs of goo across the room that landedon Jessica’s blouse.
“My pussy damn neared turned inside out when I felt his cock throbbing and jerkin against the botttoms of my feet. I came on the spot when his cum splashed my blouse.” I could definitely see where such manipulation would give a guy a thrill. It sure made me spew. But Uncle John got hooked on it. Aunt Bessie wasn’t too happy about it at first. Actually, she wasn’t too happy about it either, but she put up with it because her husband had given her a good home and a comfortable life. Uncle John was in his late fifties, at least fifteen years older than Aunt Bessie, and the family lived off his investment portfolio.
Jessica said that her father bever fucked her. All he wanted was to shoot off with her sroking feet wrapped around his aching cock. He’d be done for the night, if not longer, after his wxcruciating orgasm. Then, Jessicawould turn her attentions to her mother, who loved for Jessica to crawl between her legs. They would hump each other, with their tender pussies and plump breasts touching deliciously, until they each came over and over again.
“Wow,” I said.
“Yeah,” Cousin Jessica replied.
Naturally, I wanted to see this with my own eyes. Jessica called home and told her dad that we’d be coming to visit the following weekend. “He’ll give Mom the fucking of her life now,” Jessica told me as soon as she hung up. “He started panting as sooon as he heard my voice.”
“You don’t think he’ll mind me watching?”
“He won’t even know you’re in the room. Mom will be another story.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you’d better be ready to give her a piece of this,” she answered, reaching out and squeezing my cock through my jeans. I nodded and grinned at her. Uncle John, according to Jessica, never was Mr. :ibido. But the thought of having her feet around his cock would prime his pump – he’d let Aunt Bessie have it pretty good for a couple of days, then keep to himself to build up his reserves for his encounter with his daughter. I had heard about guys having ferishes, but Uncle John was the only one I knew personally who seemed totally comsumed by one, a very specific one.
We left early the following Saturday morning. It was only about a two- hour drive, but still we managed to pull off the highway and follow a dirt road back into the woods for a quick piece. The road led to an old, abandoned country srore. The wooden buikding seemed ready to collapse upon itself in a sudden breeze, yet it stood— covered with kudzu and metal signs that touted products from a forgotten era – as a remider of a mere prosperous time.
I had been plying with Jessica’s pussy all the way down the road, As soon as we stopped, she freed my boner, bent over, and swallowed it. I ran my fingers through her soft hair and sighed with contentment.
We got out of the car and Jessica bent over the hood. I walked up behind her and guided my hard – on into her moist slit. My cousin slid her T – shirt over her head ; I reached around squeezed her tender breastes as I drove my cock in and out of her. Jessica qivered and moaned, she arched her back and threw her hips at me, meetin my desperate thrusts. I released her breasts, which jiggled in the morning sun, and grabbed her hips. My cock tingled as her spasming pussy caressed it ; her warm juices flowed down my shaft and over my tightening balls.
Jessica gasped and twitched when her orgasm took control and her pussy clamped down on my surging cock. My cockhead flared as my load rose in the shaft. “I’m thirsty, Brian,” she cried breaking away suddenly, dropping to her knees and plunging my bloated cock into her face. My cock jerked and jism flowed through it. I fired streams of semen down her throat, onto her face and against her bobbing boobs.
We cleaned up with moist towelettes and continued our journey.
As we neared her home, Jessica told me that most likely her father had been on a high – protien diet all week. “He’s probably having a bowl of bisque right now,” she said with a laugh. Sure enough, Uncle John was wiping his chin when we walked in the door. He shook my hand, then looked his daughter up and down, She had her outfit in a travel bag over her shoulder. She kissed her dad on the cheek, then looked him in the eye. He nodded and, without a word, she pranced up the stairs.
So, you come to watch the old man spew.” Aunt Bessie said, walking into the front room. She was healthy, to say the least. She had the same curly red hair and cool green eyes as her daughter. She wasn’t as tall, but she had heavy breasts that swayed inrestarined inder her pink housecaot, and a magnificent bottom. “He’s just like Old Faithful when it comes to that daughter of his.”
“She doesn’t understand,” Uncle John said, putting his arm around me and leading me upstairs. “She just doesn’t understand.”
We went into Jessica’s room. Uncle John stripped and sat down in a straight – backed chair. A similar chair sat right across from. His cock wasn’t that long, but it was fat and it was stiff – its pulsated in concentric circles and seemed to jump with each beat of his heart. His bloated balls hung heavily from the base of his distended member.
Aunt Bessie walked over to Uncle Johns and stood astride him with her legs parted. She pulled open her houscaot, jigggled her tremendous boobs, fingered her twat and said,”You can give me just a little of that”
Uncle John pushed her away. “Get out of the way,” he cried, “before you gey your slime all over it.” Uncle John liked to his meat dry, Jessica had rold me, because that enhanced the friction of her foot – job.
Aunt Bessie walked around me, looking me up and down. She pressed against me and purred like a kitten. My cock twitched in my jeans. “You’ve got a little bit to give your Aunt Bessie, don’t you?” she whispered. “He,” she tossed her head toward Uncle John, “won’t be good for anything for a week>”
“I’ve got more than a little bit for you,” I said, reaching around and squeezing her butt so that her mound ground against my crouch. Aunt Bessie cooed ; I kissed her softly on the lips, then bent to lick and suck well braod stiff nipples.
Jessica cleared her throat and walked into the room. I released her mother and srepped back. Aunt Bessie walked over to the bed, sat down and started to figer herself. Cousin Jessica walked up to her father and lifted her skirt, just as she had done for me. Not a wiggle, not a jiggle, just simple, composed exposure. She turned around to show him her panty – covered bottom, delicious thighs and stocking tops. Pre – cum oozed from the head of Uncle John’s cock like water seeping from an underground spring. Jessica sat down and went through her routine of leg crossing, then kicked off her shoes and wrapped her feet aeound her dad’s surging cock. My cock jerked when her feet touched her dad’s meat.
Beads of sweat covered Uncle John’s brow ; his face turned pink and his breathing became hurried and shallow. His cockhead flared loke the cap of a resilent mushroom that rises, strong and stiff, from the forest floor. Jessica masturbated her father with her feet. He looked at her and she looked at him, like they were locked in some kind of mutual trace. Uncle John grunted. Jessica moaned softly, her face glowed with expectation. Even Aunt Bessie was transfixed ; she stared, with her mouth half open and wild contrctions radiated through her loins. She rolled off me then, and lay beside me panting.
No sooner had Jessica started on her father, than her mother pulled me towards her. I mounted Aunt Bessie and she guided my erection into her quivering cunt. Aunt Bessie lurched toward me, instantly burying my meat to the hilt. Aunt Bessie was like a wild animal. She shrieked, moaned and groaned as I drove my cock in and out of her convulsing snatch. I watched her titties dance and sway as I fucked her. Her nipples swirled like they were trapped in a whirpool.
Cousin Jessica rolled onto her side and watched me fuck her mother. Aunt Bessie, meanwhile, went over the edge quickly, built another climax and exploded again. She had come three times, shrilly announcing each one, before I felt my load rising in my shaft. I plunged harde into Aunt Bessie ; her pussy collapsed again, gripping my cock tightly as it exploded and pumped hot semen into her.
I rolled off Aunt Bessie. Her daughter kissed me on the cheek and snuggled against me and the three of us drifted into a peaceful nap.
Aunt Bessie fucked both of us several times before we left Sunday evening. “I’ve got to get it while I can,” she declared. “The old man will be useless for at least a week.”

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What’s a little sex among friends?

This is my second story, I tried to take into account all the advice I was given and hope you enjoy my new story. There is a part two that is almost done and any feed back on this one will be put into it. Please leave a comment and enjoy.
‘I’m making good time’ I thought to myself as I looked at the clock then my speedometer. They read 5:47 and 95 respectively. It had been a long two weeks waiting for this trip. I had moved back into my mom’s house for part of the summer between college semesters. If not for the surprisingly well paying internship I had found I wouldn’t have come up to stay at home again. Once you’re out on your own it’s hard to go back to living under a parent’s roof, no matter what the duration or circumstances; hence my idea to go visit one of my best friends down at school.
Her name was Noel and we had dated for almost three years before the relationship exploded and we spent the next six months trying to kill each other. After that settled and we talked everything out however we became best friends. I still was in love with her on some level and from our numerous talks I knew that she still had feelings for me. But unless one of us changed some more we wouldn’t make a very good couple.
Man I need to get an iPod, I thought as I listened to one of the two CD’s I had in my car for what seemed like the millionth time. There were no radio stations on this stretch of road that I would call ‘good’. Still I could pick up the Savannah rock station in about ten more miles though I would be almost to the college by then. I decided to think about getting to see Noel to keep my mind off the boring drive. She would be surprised to see how much I have been working out, not to mention the fact that I got a tan and shaved before coming to see her.
I knew she appreciated me shaven more than with my normal goatee so I shaved just for her. Yeah, she’ll be the death of me I’m sure but I don’t think I care that much. Thinking about her did the trick because next time I noticed the exit number it was the one I needed. I got of the interstate and turned left, pushing my crappy little Honda for all it was worth to hurry up and get there. I tapped my blue tooth and called her. “Hello?” she answered.
“Hey, it’s me. I’m almost there. I don’t know about you but I’m pretty hungry. Want to go grab something to eat? I can come by and pick you up.” I said as I weaved around slow driving southerners.
“Sure, sounds good. Call when you get here and I’ll come down.”
“Alright, see ya then.” I said hanging up.
A few minutes later I called her from outside her dorm. A moment or two later she walked out of the building and toward my car. I admired her sexy body as approached me. She wore a low cut tank top and shorts, both conductive to the 100 degree weather down here. The tank top showcased her beautiful 34C’s while her shorts presented her tanned and toned legs nicely. Her hair was cut short as always and for once was colored close to her natural brown. She opened the door and got in the car and then we exchanged a friendly hug.
“Wow, you’ve been working out!” she said, a smile spreading across her cute minx like face.
“Thanks, you look great yourself.” I replied.
We went to eat at Chili’s, one of the few non-fast food places in town and talked about random funny things that had happened since we last talked. I told her of our friend Mark’s latest injuries and she told me of her roommate Jeanne’s recent stupidity. We paid the check then headed back to the dorm. It was empty as I expected, Jeanne was always over at her boyfriend Nick’s lately. This was fine with me honestly because she annoyed me. The dorm was a nice apartment style with a full kitchen, living room and separate bedrooms.
I took up my customary spot on the futon and she sat next to me as she turned on the TV. She flipped though the channels some then stopped on the TV guide channel long enough to find something good. There was a decent movie on in an hour at nine so she changed to that channel and we watched NCIS. During one of the first few commercial breaks she attacked me, trying to tickle me. I turned toward her and caught her wrists in my hands, thwarting her attempt. She lashed out with a foot, using her flexibility to her advantage.
She may have had me beat by miles when it came to flexibility but I was just as fast and significantly stronger. I pulled her toward me, spinning her around and trapping her arms against her chest. “You’re loosing again.” I told her laughing.
“We’ll see…” she replied as she tried to squirm out of my grip.
For several minutes we wrestled with each other, both trying to tickle one another with out getting tickled. Neither of us really succeeded and we both gave up, slightly tired and very tangled. For a while we just stayed there, me sitting upright and her lying in my lap with one arm around my leg.
About halfway though the movie she got up and disappeared into her room, returning a few minutes later in her sleep clothes and with a light blanket. I stretched out and lay on my side as she returned. She sat in front of me and spread out the blanket before pulling it over us and snuggling up against me. I draped my arm over her letting my hand rest just below her breast. She put her hand over mine and pulled it up between her breasts, holding it there tightly. Feeling the swell of her breasts though her thin cotton tee shirt was quickly making me hard, I shifted my hips around a bit trying to make room for my expanding manhood.
With a small murmur she pressed closer to me, wiggling her ass into my crotch, which only made me harder. I moved my hand down her torso until my fingers touched her waistband then slipped my hand under it and into her underwear. I slid my fingers though her hair until I felt the moistness I sought. I pressed first one then two fingers into her wet walls smiling as she cooed and moved her hips against my hand. As she began to grind her hips into my hand her ass rubbed rather pleasantly against my stiff dick and I made the smallest thrusts into her ass. I had been propped up on my other hand but now I brought it around her head and reached down her low cut shirt to caress her breast.
I tweaked and teased her nipple, she was breathing deeply and moaning softly, her hand reached around behind her and made its way into my shorts and boxers. As I leaned down to kiss her neck and nibble on her ear she grasped my cock in her hand and began to stroke it. With her ear still between my teeth I moaned. Giving up my stimulation on her nipple I pressed a third finger into her wet pussy. She turned her head to face me and I met her lips in a desperate kiss. Our hands in and on each other moved franticly now, with both our hips helping the other stimulate us.
I broke our kiss and took my hand from her crotch. Her eyes bore into me, beckoning me to loose myself in their grey pools. Her hand around my cock slowed as she waited to see what I was about to do. I lifted both her hands up above her head and placed them to either side of one of the futons side support bars. I then took off the clothe belt that went with the shorts I wore and tied her wrists together on the other side of the bar so she couldn’t bring her hands down. At that moment, as in many like it before, I saw in her eyes that she was mine to do with as I wanted and that I had her trust. Honestly it is one of the sexiest things I have ever seen.
With her now on her back and her arms stretched above her head I moved over her then down her body until my face was at her crotch. I pulled at her shorts and underwear and she lifted her legs up, folding them to let me pull off her clothes. I tossed the garments away as she lowered her feet to the futon, keeping her legs bent and spreading them slightly. I pushed her legs out, moving my mouth down to her unshaved mound. With her legs spread wide and her knees still bent I placed one hand at the entrance to her cunt, the other on her flat stomach.
Keeping my eyes on hers I slipped two fingers into her and lowered my mouth to her clit, sucking it in and nibbling on it gently. “Oh…” she moaned and her eyes fluttered. “It’s been so long since anyone did that…” she added. I smiled as best as anyone can in that position and began to suck on her clit; I pressed a third finger into her wet pussy. My other hand snaked up to her breast, cupping it firmly as I pleasured her with my hand and mouth. Her hips were pressing up into my face, rocking back and forth.
I slid a fourth finger into her wet walls and she moaned in response. I lifted my head from her clit as I began to move my hand in her faster. I brought my other hand down from her breast to rub her clit as I turned my hand into a fist, pushing all of it into her slowly, letting her pussy get used to the intrusion. She was lifting her hips, trying to get more of my hand in her; her ass was now a couple inches off the ground. I rubbed her clit rhythmically in time with my fist. After a moment I figured she was ready and I opened my hand, just a little, quickly balling it back into a fist. “OH!” she yelped.
Smiling I began to rub her clit faster and harder, at the same time pumping my hand back and forth with in her. My fist opened and closed, my fingers writhing inside her. Now kneeling between her legs I watched her hips tremble with pleasure, I moved my foot under her butt to help hold her up. Her eyes were wide open and various noises of pleasure escaped from between her wide open lips. After a couple minutes what had been coos and moans turned into full blown yells, her body tensed, every muscle flexing, as her eyes bulged. I kept up my stimulation until she began to relax.
I slowly pulled my hand from her, placing it on her pussy which still twitched from her orgasm. She lay there breathing as if she had just come in from a run. Leaning down again I ran my tongue across her pussy, letting it slide between her outer lips and over her clit before trailing kisses up her stomach. I slid my hand up under her shirt as I moved up her body until my hand cupped her breast gently and my lips hovering over hers.
Now my whole body pressed against hers. I could feel her breasts pressed against my chest, her smooth legs against mine. My stiff cock pushed against my shorts, pointing down at our feet. I looked into her eyes, those grey pools that I always seemed to get lost in. She looked back at me in that hazy contentment of post orgasm. I brought my lips to hers and we kissed, out tongues dancing and wrestling with in our mouths. I gripped her breast tightly as we kissed. Her breast was the most wonderful soft yet firmness in my hand.
Breaking our kiss I moved to lay behind her again, ignoring my hard on that was still trapped in my shorts with her bare ass pressed up to me. I cupped her breast gently and kissed her neck. “I’m glad you seemed to enjoy that, there’s more where that came from.” I whispered into her ear; she only cooed and relaxed back into my embrace.
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Out of Order

There may have been a sign on the restroom door, but Chris paid it no mind. He felt as if he might lose control over his bladder if he didn’t find a toilet immediately. Although nearly eleven years old, and well out of diapers, his bladder seemed a bit weak at times, and he was desperate to avoid an accident. As he stood in front of the last urinal (he always chose the one furthest from the door, back then), fumbling with the button on his blue denim shorts, he heard the door open, then close, then the snap of the lock.
“No big deal,” Chris thought. He understood the need some people have for privacy. “I’d have locked it myself if I wasn’t about to burst.” Later, when he was finally able to use public restrooms again, he would never forget the lock, never. He heard footsteps, hard-soled shoes clacking across the room on the tile floor, echoing in his direction. “Probably going to sit down in the stall behind me,” he thought. The footsteps stopped behind him.
“This toilet is out of order, can’t you read?” a voice boomed, a voice that was much deeper than any Chris had expected to hear in the boys’ room of an elementary school. Chris jumped a little, quite startled. He forgot all about the button on his shorts and froze like a statue with a warm wetness filling his underwear and running down his leg.
“Look what you did,” the voice boomed. “Now you’ve made a mess. You should learn to control yourself, filthy little….” His voice trailed off, and he seemed to be deep in thought. “I know,” he exclaimed, and grabbed Chris’ shorts, pulling them roughly down to the floor. “You can clean it up with those.”
Chris was so scared he could barely speak. His bladder was finally empty, about half of its contents soaking his clothes, the other half in a puddle spreading across the bathroom floor. He couldn’t keep a thought in his head, they all flew away before he could grab them, but he kept thinking he had heard that voice before. Whenever he tried to place it in his memory, a wave of fear would overtake him and he had to struggle to keep his knees from buckling.
“Are you going to clean up after yourself?” the voice asked, sounding almost amused. “You can’t just leave it there. Do you like being a messy little boy? Do you like peeing all over yourself?”
“N-no,” Chris answered.
“I think you do, and I’ll have to teach you to clean yourself up. Now, take off those messy shorts.”
Chris wanted to run, but he couldn’t move. He wanted to scream but his throat would produce no sound. Slowly, his muscles began to work, but instead of running, he was bending down, reaching for his wet shorts. A hand grabbed the elastic waistband of his soaked underwear.
“No, boy, these, too.”
Chris stammered, “Y-you can’t do this, I’m n-not…”
“Not what?” the voice boomed back. “You’re dirty, I watched you make that mess, now you’re going to clean it up.” The hand pulled down on the waistband, it stretched a few inches, then the underwear started sliding down to join the shorts on the floor, around Chris’ ankles. “Now you’ve got me dirty, too,” the voice said while the hand wiped itself on Chris’ shirt. “You’re in a lot of trouble, boy.” Chris stood as still as he could, he didn’t know what was happening but he didn’t want to make it any worse. He was all but paralyzed with fear, the world seemed to be moving in slow-motion, but his mind finally began to put a face with that booming voice: a squished-looking, moustached, round, and chubby visage that belonged to the school’s security guard.
“He’s supposed to keep us safe, right?” Chris thought. “What’s happening here?”
“You’re going to do as I say,” the voice warned. His breath seemed to be getting quicker and deeper. “If you don’t listen, you’ll be in detention for the rest of the year.”
Chris thought, “But the year’s only just started.” He still couldn’t move his legs, or his arms, but he thought he could turn his head. As he began to turn and look behind himself, another hand (not the dirty one) settled on top of his head and firmly held it facing forward.
“You don’t need to see, just listen, and do as I say,” The guard said. “It’ll be better if we just get this over with.” As he was talking, Chris could hear the sound of the zipper on the guards pants. “Put your hands on the urinal, and keep them there. Keep your feet planted.” Chris did as he was told, placing his hands on the cold porcelain. He heard the buckle on the guard’s belt hit the tile, and felt something stiff and warm against his backside.
“Are you gonna spank me?” Chris asked, his voice trembling.
“No, boy, I think you’re a little big for that. I’ve got a better idea.” The guard’s hands cradled Chris’ butt cheeks, rubbed them a little, then pushed them apart. “You’ll like this, all dirty boys do.” The guard then knelt down and began to lick Chris’ anus. “That should clean you up a little.” He spat into his palm and rubbed it on himself, stood up, and parted Chris’ cheeks again. “I can see your little dick getting hard. Told you you’d like it.” Chris realized with horror that what the guard said was true. His dick was stiffer than it had ever been, throbbing with each beat of his heart. The guard placed the tip of his penis, glistening with saliva, against Chris’ anus. “Just relax and take it like a big boy. You want to be a big boy, don’t you?” He put his hands on Chris’ hips, holding him steady, and pushed his penis into Chris’ anus.
“Aaahhooww,” Chris exclaimed.
“Just be quiet, you know you like it,” the guard said. He pushed his penis in as deep as it would go, then pulled it almost out. “Dirty. Little. Boy.” With each word he thrust his penis in, and Chris thought it would burst out of his belly if it got any deeper inside him. His own penis was still throbbing, and somehow the sensation of his butt being filled by this man’s dick excited him and terrified him at the same time. The guard kept thrusting, each thrust brought one word out of him. “Dirty. Little. Boy. Dirty. Little. Boy.” Suddelny, his pace quickened, and he was panting too hard to speak his mantra. He gave one mighty final thrust, burying his dick deep in Chris’ butt. Chris could feel it throbbing and pumping something hot inside him. Then, with his penis still inside Chris, he slid one hand off of Chris’ hip and caressed Chris’ penis. “You like it, you all like it,” He said breathlessly. He began rubbing up and down Chris’ little penis, lightly pushing his own into Chris’ butt. “And now I’m inside you forever. You belong to me.”
Chris felt dizzy, and his whole body was starting to tingle. Each time the guard pushed into him from behind, he became more dizzy. Each time the guard pulled him in front, he felt more tingly. The sensations became more intense until he felt his whole being trying to squeeze out of his penis. As it went, he felt something coming into him, a new self that relished the thought of the guard’s words.
“I belong to him.” Chris thought. The guard released Chris’ penis and pulled his own out of Chris’ butt. Chris kept his hands on the urinal. He had never let them leave, and he was proud of that. “I’m his now.” He felt very empty without the man inside him, but he didn’t dare speak.
“I guess you don’t cum yet, boy, which means you only have to clean one of us up,” the guard said. Turn around and face me, boy.” Chris did as he was told, turning slowly and keeping his eyes on the floor. His butt felt slippery, and he liked it. “Down on your knees, boy.” Chris knelt in front of the guard, his face inches from the guard’s still-hard dick. “Open your mouth.” Chris opened his mouth. “Keep your lips over your teeth.” He put his hand on the back of Chris’ head and pulled it toward him. Chris could smell his butt on the man, and something else. “Suck all that cum off there, boy.” Chris thought his penis might be getting hard again, but he kept his eyes shut and concentrated on the dick in his mouth. He didn’t want to make the guard unhappy by gagging or choking, and he wanted to taste every last drop of the man’s cum as it slid down his throat. “So you like this, too,” The guard said, noticing Chris’ penis. He pulled Chris’ head back, saying “You’ll be a good boy from now on, and do everything I say, won’t you?” Chris finally opened his eyes, and stared at the guard’s penis.
“Yes, sir,” he said to the penis. “I belong to you.”
“That’s good, boy.”
Chris began to feel very light-headed, his vision losing focus. He fell onto his side, his face splashing in the puddle he had made in another life. Some time later, Chris awoke with the feel of cold, wet tile on his cheek. His head was foggy, but he could see the bathroom, and the man fastening his belt in front of the sink. As Chris began to get his senses back he felt wetness all over him, and a throbbing in his backside. “I must have fallen,” he thought, but this was different from a playground bruise. “Why am I all wet?” he thought, but aloud he said “I guess I didn’t make it to the toilet in time.” He pushed himself up onto his elbows, and looked at the man.
“Looks like you passed out,” the man said. ”We’ll have to do this again some time, so you can learn to follow the rules. You look a little pale, you should go to the office and call your parents, I bet your mom can bring you a fresh pair of shorts so you don’t have to wear those smelly wet ones all day.” Then, an afterthought: “I’ll be watching you.”
“Th-thank you, sir,” Chris replied. He stumbled over to the sink, and began splashing water on his face. “What a nice guy,” he thought. “He’ll never tell anyone about my accident.”

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Beach Bitch 2

Note – thanks to all for the positive feedback. This is a bi-sexual violent story, it involves semi non-consensual sex in public between guys. There is forced sex between Bi-Curious men, and later rough sex between a male and a female. Please don’t read it if this will offend.

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The Bookstore

A young girl develops a habit for reading erotica in bookstores. This habit gets her in trouble.