Master! Master! Part 4
It happened again, this is really getting old! Oh well, at least she’s cute. I just need to make sure the girls play nice.
It happened again, this is really getting old! Oh well, at least she’s cute. I just need to make sure the girls play nice.
Will Mary choose to use her final boon to save Mark, or will the Lilith’s temptation be too strong for her to resist?
Neighbor John wants me over for BBQ and daughters High school graduation party.
Mom’s coworker enjoyed her time with me, but next time there will be a few changes.
This is the fourth chapter of the series. I admit this one got a little too long, but I didn’t find a good breaking point, so it is what it is. For those waiting for steamier sex scenes, this chapter finally delivers it. Again, please feel free to leave comments and suggestions; many of them have been very helpful and were added.
Alright, here’s my new story. I hope none of you were too upset about me not continuing the other one. I’m really excited for you to read this one though.
Like in my other story, there is a build-up of relationships, and there is not any sex yet. So, I hope you like it! Chapter two will be up on Saturday!
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Ella was only 16 years old when she met Ben. Their relationship wasn’t your average teenage love story. Ella was a very lonely and bored teenager. She didn’t have many friends; just Penelope and Jackson, the only two people who bothered to keep in touch with her when she decided to switch to an online high school in January of her sophomore year.
Her mom had decided to run off with her new boyfriend a few weeks before she left school, leaving Ella to take care of her young sister, Abby. She tried to make it work with her in school, but having to take Abby to school every day, and make sure she was fed and taken care of, while still trying to manage her own homework; it just wasn’t working.
After a few weeks, she saw no other option but to leave school. So, Ella got a job and worked while Abby was at school, kept up with her own homework at night, and had no time to maintain a social life. Even with Penelope and Jackson trying to help as much as they could, offering to babysit or go grocery shopping for her, Ella just had too much on her plate. And while they were still around once in a while, they had their own lives to keep up with, and Ella couldn’t burden them the way she was burdened.
Ella and Abby lived in a tiny studio apartment. There wasn’t even a bedroom; just a room that was combined living room, dining room, bedroom, and closet. There was a small kitchen and bathroom, and absolutely nothing else. This was where Ella’s OCD habits came in handy; she organized everything and made sure every object in their home had a place, and that it was there. If it wasn’t for that, the place would be a cluttered mess, and no one would be able to survive in it.
Every day at 4 o’clock on the dot, Ella would get out of work and go to pick up Abby. By 4:30 sharp, they’d be back at home and getting started on Abby’s homework. Despite the fact that she was only in fourth grade, she had tons of homework each night; reading, math, or writing. And Ella made sure all of it was completed to perfection. Even if she was in the fourth grade, she wanted her to be used to getting good grades and striving for excellence. They didn’t have much money, well any, really, so they wouldn’t have anything to spend on college when it was time for Abby to go. They would have to rely on a scholarship for her, or else there was no way she’d be able to go, which Ella wouldn’t accept. This was exactly what Ella was doing for herself, only she had to work even harder, since colleges didn’t exactly love when you go to an online school and have zero extra-curricular activities.
Soon after she left school, Ella was in dire need of some sort of socialization. Even with Abby in the other room, and her friends coming to visit her every few weeks, she needed something more. She missed the fun of getting to know someone completely new.
Ella used to be very popular; she could become friends with anyone in five minutes. She was very outgoing and bubbly, so most people liked her, no matter what clique they were from.
She had had lots of boyfriends; none of which treated her especially well. There were the boys who just wanted to sleep with her, and there were boys who she just found rude and annoying. She only had one boyfriend in her whole life that she actually, truly liked. She had very high standards, and lots of rules about what a boyfriend couldn’t do, which most boys were prone to breaking.
That one boy had just raised the standards, because after him, she knew it was possible. The only reason they had broken up was because he had left for college, and she didn’t want to be in a long-distance relationship.
So after she decided she wanted to meet new people again, she racked her brain with possibilities of meeting someone. There was no one at work, because she worked in a 1950’s themed diner, with old ladies with huge hair, or greasy old men who worked in the kitchen. The customers were primarily older couples or big families with lots of kids. There was rarely ever a person her age.
She had no time for any sort of church function, not that she would go to a church even if she did.
Ella couldn’t think of any other possibilities until one day, when she was doing research for her sophomore paper late at night, an ad popped up on her computer.
Usually, she would quickly click out of it, since most of the time it was either an ad for porn or for a clothing website that just made her sad, because of the beautiful clothes she couldn’t afford. This time though, something caught her eye.
“Meet new people today!” the ad exclaimed. A dating website? Had she really gotten this desperate?
Ella clicked on the link and was taken to another page that had pictures of little cartoon characters with word bubble above them saying things like “Hey!” and “What’s up?” in them.
After doing some more scrolling on the website, she found that it was not a dating site, but a chat room type of thing. You are given an avatar that you can customize and then you go to one of the thousands of chat rooms where people from all over the world go in to talk with strangers. This couldn’t be that bad, could it? Ella felt that it wasn’t as cliché and desperate as an actual dating website, so it might be okay. Finish your essay, and then just check it out. She decided on this and continued on her paper.
About an hour later, she was finally emailing her teacher her essay on the pros and cons of mandatory drafting in the U.S. Military. She curled up in her bed, and went back to the website, starting to fill out the registration page. 10 minutes later, she was on the Avatar Dress Up tab, and personalizing her character.
Ella didn’t realize it while she was doing it, but what she did next was one of the worst mistakes of her life. On the sign-up page, she didn’t think much of it when she exaggerated or just flat-out lied in some of the things she put on her page.
Rather than being honest about who she really was, where she lived, and even what she looked like, she thought it would be fun to just make up a new life. Hers was just so boring; this is what she told herself.
Instead of telling the truth and saying that she lived in a small town in North Carolina, she put Florida. Instead of being 16, she put 19. And when it came to her avatar, she made it look like the opposite of her.
Glancing at her reflection in the screen of her laptop, she ignored her wavy red hair and chose a blonde hairstyle. She clicked on the deep blue eye, rather than the piercing green ones that were much more similar to hers. Ella changed the skin tone to a tan color, instead of staying true to her fair skin.
It’s not that she wasn’t pretty. In fact, she was extremely beautiful. Her hair was very long and a deep, dark red; her eyes dark green. She had fair skin, and light freckles splashed across her nose. Her looks were very true to the half-Irish in her. Lots of boys had come up to her at parties or even just on the street, just to tell her she was beautiful. Even girls had expressed how they wished their hair was as long, or their skin as flawless.
So it’s not that Ella wasn’t pretty; she just wanted to be someone else. In the about me box, she put that she was a sophomore at the University of Florida, majoring in English, and minoring in photography. This is what she did want to do, but she was still only sixteen; only a sophomore in high school, not college. She wrote in the text box that when she wasn’t in school, she was working as a teacher’s aide at a local high school.
The only thing Ella didn’t change was her name.
It was only about an hour of being on the site before she had several friend requests and lots of people telling her to make sure she got back on the next night. Ella was satisfied with this, and very excited to get back on. She signed off for the night and fell asleep, thinking about her new form of communication.
After a few weeks, this became a part of the new routine; get Abby to bed, finish schoolwork, and then get online. Ella had tons of friends now. She learned quickly that she needed to have a sort of filter to be able to figure out the creeps between the decent people. A huge percent of the people who messaged her were gross old men asking either for pictures of her or to video chat with her, which she doubted was just to talk.
She had to weed through those types of guys to get to interesting people to talk to. She did find some, though. Lots of people were just like her; just trying to find someone different to talk to when their lives got boring.
Ella only had small pangs of guilt for lying to these people that she talked to. She just told herself that she was protecting her identity, or that lots of people probably did it. She wondered how many of the friends she made were really who they said they were.
Soon, her sophomore year was over, and Ella and Abby were on summer vacation. Abby had to stay home by herself a lot more than Ella would have liked, because she had to get a second job. For some people, summer meant vacation, swimming, and three months of being lazy and just having fun. For them, it was the opposite. They didn’t have school, but that just meant that there were more meals eaten at home, in turn needing more money for more food.
And while Ella tried as hard as she could to find ways for Abby to have fun over break, there was only so much she could do. She took her to the library a lot of days, which was right by her work. Some days, Abby had friends whose parents would let her spend a weekend with them. A lot of other times, Abby just had to go to the diner with Ella, and sit at a table drawing or reading while she waited tables. They didn’t have any family nearby, and even the ones who lived far away weren’t familiar enough with them to help out. By the end of June, Ella had saved enough to send Abby to Horseback-Riding Camp for a month. This would be a good time for Ella to work as much as possible, without having to worry about Abby being by herself. This is exactly what she did.
Ella got another job; a noon to six secretary position at a dentist office. Her new routine consisted of going to work at noon until six, coming home to change and eat a dinner of either ramen noodles or spaghetti-o’s, and then going to the diner for the seven to 4 am shift. Then, she’d go back home and sleep as much as she could before having to get up and start all over again. With all of this, it was impossible to get online to talk to her friends for almost the whole summer.
By the time school was starting in the fall, she had just enough money saved to pay for the school supplies she and Abby would need, and the bare minimum amount of school clothes for her. Ella always felt so bad that she couldn’t afford to buy Abby cute new clothes like the other kids wore; she rarely had anything other than hand-me-down’s from Ella when she was a kid, or what they could afford at thrift stores or Goodwill. Abby never complained, and was always grateful for what she could get, but that didn’t stop Ella from apologizing incessantly.
When they started classes again, Ella decided not to quit the second job, because the extra money was a huge help going towards rent and gas. The winters were harsh where they lived, and almost all of the winter before was spent with no heat in their apartment. They couldn’t afford getting sick and having hospital bills on top of everything else.
So, while having the extra money was nice, this left very little time for Ella to do homework. She had two days out of the week where she was off of work. She crammed an entire week’s worth of schoolwork lessons into those two days, and still got straight A’s.
She still wasn’t getting online, and hadn’t even thought about trying to for a long time. Ella and Abby continued this way for almost 2 years, before things finally changed.
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I must had fell asleep, because the next thing I knew I was feeling the sun’s warmth through the majestic windows that loomed over me. When I open my eyes, Prince Hayate was staring right at me. For a second I didn’t move, but when I noticed that my naked body was clearly in his view, I grabbed the blankets and sheets to cover myself.
Prince Hayate smirked as he approached me. Instead of wearing the same cloak he had on when we first me, He was garmented in a crimson hauberk, brown pant leggings, and pure black boots. I didn’t had a good look at him before, but now I had to admit he was handsome. His shoulder length brown hair was tied in a small ponytail, while his grey eyes traced over me.
“Well, it’s about time you awoke woman.” He said smirking.
“Excuse me,” I replied, “my name happens to be Elena Your Majesty.”
Hayate performed a mocking bow, “Please excuse my manners, my queen to be.”
Before I could speak, he reached out and grabbed my hand and pulled me to him and wrapped his hands around me, “Now Elena are you ready to bear my heir?” As he asked this, his hand grabbed onto my breast and began to fondle it, while his other hand went towards my pussy.
“Get off,” I moaned gently pushing him off.
He stared at me confusingly then said, “What is wrong with you? Any woman in this kingdom would love to give birth to my children.”
“Well not me,” I said irritated that he lumped me together with other girls like beans and vegetables.
“Well you must,” He snorted.
“Why?”
“So I can take the throne from my older brother’s grasp.” He stated. I was too shocked to say anything so he continued, “My elder brother is only a step away from receiving title King from our father. However he has yet found one worthy to bear his offspring. But, since I found you, that should allow me to claim the throne.”
I couldn’t believe that he merely planned to use me as a stepping stone for the throne. “So, why should I bear you a child,” I asked defiantly.
Hayate took a step closer, “Because it was I who saved you from that low life, so it’s only fitting you bear my seed.”
“Technically it was Lily who saved me,” I said pointing a finger at him, “And are you telling me that, if I didn’t possess the Nebula Plate, then you would had left me.”
“Of course,” He said as if the answer was obvious, “There is no point in getting caught up with the quarrels of commoners.”
Before I could answered, Lily walked in with several maids behind.
“Oh good you are awake My Lady,” she said with her ever bright smile, “Is there anything you would like to eat this fine morning?”
“Well actually I was hoping to take a bath,” I replied, “and then going back home to see Ms. Gasco, and Taiyo.”
Hayate’s muscle tensed, “Who is Taiyo?”
I stared at him coldly before answering, “He is my younger brother.”
Lily sat on the bed next to me and said, “Of course you may see your family again, and we’ll have your bath ready as well as fresh new clothes.” I had to admit the bath was wonderful, as soon as I stepped in the empty marble room, part of the floor before me sunk in and water out of nowhere filled it in. The water itself was warm and relaxing, I could almost feel my tiredness seeping out of me. I was in the bath for about 5 minutes, when Lily came in. Unlike before, Lily had a green silky robe which she removed revealing her fantastic body once more. She joined me in the tub and handed me a wash cloth.
“You must use this to scrape away the dirt from your body My Lady,” She said.
I gratefully accepted and used the cloth to wash myself, I felt Lily’s amber eyes on me as I dabbed the towel under my breast. Eventually I gave the towel to Lily so she could wash my back for me.
“You have such a wonderful body My Lady,” Lily said, her hands starting to rub themselves against my back, slowly making their way to my breasts. One of her hands traveled down towards my thigh while the other stayed and fondled my breast. I was moaning as her fingers plunged themselves into my pussy. Lily removed her hand from my breast and had it grab my ass and squeeze it. I was already getting close to an orgasm, when Lily pulled her fingers out of my pussy. I could tell that she was licking the juice off her fingers, and it was making me even wetter. Then she removed her other hand from my ass and began chanting like last night. I turned and saw that she had created a magic dildo like last night.
She then started to rub it against my clit at a slow pace, then started to speed up. It was driving me crazy, my breathing became irregular, and my body started shaking. Her other hand was clasping my breast, rubbing it, and even pinching my nipple. She bent closer and whispered in my ear, “Would you like me to put it in now?” I nodded frantically. But she whispered, “Oh no no no, that wouldn’t do. I need to hear an answer My Lady.” As she said that her fingers pinched my nipple even tighter.
I breathed, “Ple..ase put… it in Li..ly.” Lily smiled and withdrew the dildo for a moment and thrust it into my pussy, the sudden force caused me to jump and moan in pleasure as Lily continued her assault. My orgasm was quickly approaching as Lily was shoving the dildo in and out of my pussy and switching between both my breasts, fondling, squeezing, and even licking. It only took a few more attacks such as these before I was arching my back, and trembling as I was submerged in a pleasurable orgasm.
When my orgasm settled I whined, “Tha..t’s not ..fair Lily, I just washed myself.” But even as I spoke, I felt all the sweat disappeared and any exhaustion faded. Before I could asked Lily spoke.
“Ah, this water is a healing substance. So even if we did all night long, you would feel no drowsiness whatsoever My Lady.” She said as she pulled the dildo out of me. A small moan escaped me from the sudden disappearance of the dildo.
“Wow, so can you do everything with magic,” I asked astonished.
Lily hesitated before answering, “Well… yes and no.., you see there are some specific rules when performing any magical acts.”
“Really?”
“Yes, however now is not the time to dwell on a subject such as this,” Lily said standing up from the bath, “now be quick My Lady, you must hurry and get dress.” I nodded and Lily left the washroom, I stayed for only a few more minutes and got out to dry myself with a bigger towel that Lily had left for me. Then I went back into the room where I was first taken to, I browsed through all of the wardrobes hoping to find a simple plain dress for me to wear. Unfortunately my search was fruitless, in the end I decided on a white dress with lace around the wrist, this was the plainest one I could find since it was the only one lacking gem stones, rare exotic plants, and colorful silk. After I dressed into it I looked myself over in a tall mirror that was in the room. The dress fitted me nicely, and my body. I had to admit, I looked like a real princess or at least a rich merchant’s daughter.
A maid came to escort me to Prince Hayate, who was impatiently waiting on me.
“Finally,” He complained and then scoffed gesturing to the dress I was wearing, “I demand that you changed into something far more elegant than that. I refused to be seen with you unless you comply.”
“Listen,” I said placing my hands on my hips, “nobody said that you had to accompany me, so either deal with it or let me go alone.”
“Fine, but at least put this on,” He said handing me the same cloak that he and Lily were wearing, when I first saw them.
After I put on the cloak and pulled the hood over my head, we walked to the exit of the fortress. Just when we reached the gate Lily stopped me from walking any further, and shushed me when I tried to speak and gestured to Prince Hayate. I turned and was initially shocked, Hayate had one arm stretched high over his head and was muttering words so fast that I couldn’t hear a single one. He began to glow in a crimson light which started to flare up and soon engulfed my vision. When the light finally disappeared, I saw that we were at the entrance to my town.
Lily explained, “A teleport spell known as Gui-Shai-Mus. It allows you to transport yourself and others to almost anywhere in this world.”
“Is that why we’re winning this war,” I asked intrigued, “Because you would teleport your men into the hearts of enemy camps.”
“No,” Hayate stated, “If it were that easy, this war would had ended a long time ago. While you’re able to go to almost anywhere you want, there are some risks.”
“Like what,” I asked.
He continued, “You see, when performing this magic there are some factors to consider. If there are any other magicians or spellcasters in the area then they’ll be alerted of your presence, and they can choose to negate your spell. At that point, you’ll have to pour in more energy in order to ensure your success. However even if you succeed and were transported, you would be weakened having use extra energy to feed your spell.”
“But wouldn’t your enemies be equally tired as well trying to negate your spell?” I asked
Hayate stepped on a scorpion that was approaching, “Yeah, but not as tired as you would be. Because negating a spell takes only half the energy than fueling it does, and there’s the chance that there would be more than one spellcaster, and they can work together to negate your spell. Even if you had allied spellcasters fuel your spell, if you hadn’t linked them with you, it would only teleport you right into the enemies hand. One last thing, the larger the group that you teleport, the more energy it would take to accomplish it.”
I nodded, there was so much risk in the art of magic, and here I used to think that you could do almost anything with it and without any risks.
Hayate placed a hand on my shoulder, “we’ll let us dawdle no more. Lead us to your family.” I was shocked, he was so much different from this morning, I felt my face grow red, but I nodded and led the way. However as soon we stepped past the gates, we we’re stopped by a runic barrier.
We heard the sentry guard yell, “Accursed enemies, you shall pass no further, prepare to meet your demise.” The next second, a barrage of arrows rained out of the sky, I ducked my head for cover, but Hayate drew his sword and swung it over his head. I looked up and to my surprise; I saw the arrows were repel by a force produced by Hayate’s saber.
Hayate sheath his blade and shouted, “Calm down you blubbering fools. I am Prince Hayate, son of King Enigumo. I request the right of passage at once.” Immediately the barrier was removed and we walked in. Two sentry men carrying spears along with several dozen archers awaited us, all of them were bowing with their heads touching the ground.
“Please forgive our rude manners My Lord,” said one of the sentries trembling. “It wasn’t in our intention to harm you or your party.”
“Don’t worry,” Hayate said, “You actually did quite well. I would had been furious if you had left yourself open for any enemies lurking about. Well done.”
The sentry slowly lifted his head and bowed once more, “Ahh thank you for your praise My Lord.” After that, Hayate bid the soldiers farewell and we continued onward. Hayate had me lead the way, I considered going home but then decided to go to Ms. Gasco’s bar.
“Gasconue’s Bar,” read Hayate. We were at the entrance of the bar.
“Yeah pretty cool huh?” I asked with a smile.
“Indeed, it is so original.” Lily agreed
“Yeah cool,” Hayate said, but I heard a note of sarcasm in his tone. As soon as we entered, I could tell something wasn’t right, behind the counter sat Ms. Gasco, her expression worn, yet determine. She was arguing with a group of men who were at the counter, and it seemed violence would become inevitable.
“I’M NOT GONNA ASK AGAIN, WHERE IS THAT SLUTTY TRAMP?” The man who was in front of the group roared.
“YOU WILL WATCH YOUR MOUTH SIR, I WILL NOT HAVE YOU SPEAK ABOUT ELENA IN SUCH A MANNER,” howled Ms. Gasco with equal force.
The man lowered his voice, yet the intensity remained, “Well seeing as I lost three of my best recruiters and she was the last one who was with them. She’s a prime suspect.”
“I hope your not suggesting that Elena killed them.” Ms. Gasco growled, some of Ms. Gasco customers stood, all of them were glaring at the man.
A smirk appeared on the man’s face, “Actually I heard from a shepherd that she gave them a good fuck then slit each of their throats and ran off.” Ms. Gasco balled her fist tightly but before she could do anything someone called out.
“Shut up, don’t talk about my sister like that.” I looked to find the source, it was a surprise and horror to me, when I saw that it was Taiyo. Taiyo seemed to have recovered much better, breathing seemed normal and his trembling stopped, however he was still a bit pale. The man walked towards Taiyo and stared at him for a moment.
Then he grabbed Taiyo by his shirt and threw him against a wall, all the customers and Ms. Gasco rose to their feet but they were stopped, for the rest of the man’s group had drew their swords and had their hands pointing at everyone, each of their hands were glowing.
“Shit,” whispered Hayate, “Elena go hide outside, these guys are magic users.”
But his words were lost to me, I was still staring at Taiyo who was limp and against the wall shuddering in pain. The man who threw him grabbed him by the throat.
“Little brats should mind their business.” He said tightening his grip around Taiyo.
Hearing my little brother gasp in pain set me loose, because before I knew it I was running towards the man skirting past his comrades, I jumped on the man with my arms around his throat. He dropped Taiyo and tried to get me off. His comrades rushed forward, however when he twisted himself and nearly kicked Taiyo, I felt something powerful boiling inside of me released itself. Bluish white light was rippling out of me filling the whole tavern, I heard the men screamed and then nothing else. When the light cleared, I suddenly felt cold and realized why. The cavern was filled with ice, Taiyo, Ms. Gasco, and the other customers were unharmed, however the group of men and their leader were all encased in ice. My nebula plate was still glowing, and that must had gave me away cause I heard Taiyo call my name.
It became incredibly quiet and everyone was staring at me. Before I could respond however, everyone suddenly fell. For a moment I thought it was the effect of what I just did, but Lily explained.
“Don’t worry My Lady,” she said, “It’s merely a sleeping spell. However we must remove their memories immediately and hide the evidence. We will have to visit another time.”
“Why?”
“Because since no one knows of your true identity, and with such a strong release of magic, Tenkon will likely send their spellcasters to investigate this incident.” I nodded solemnly. After Lily and Hayate removed the ice and erased everyone’s minds in the Tavern including some people outside who noticed the light from my magic, we left the tavern and went to the town’s gate.
Once there, Hayate told the Sentry, “At Gasconue’s Bar there are a few unconscious bodies there perhaps from drinking too much, so be sure to take care of them.” The sentry nodded, and once we were outside the gate, Hayate performed
Gui-Shai-Mus again. During the rest of the day Hayate said nothing to me. I felt horrible, despite what Lily said, I shouldn’t had snapped like that. Later that night when I was lying in bed, Hayate entered my room.
“Do you have any idea of what you’ve done today?” I heard him asked quietly. I pulled the blankets over my head and tried to ignore him. “Do you have any idea of what you’ve done?” He asked again, his voice gaining volume. When I didn’t answer, he pulled the blankets off me. I stared at him terrified, he then got on the bed and positioned himself next to me.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled to him. He reached out his hand. Afraid that he was going to strike me, I shunned away only to look back, when he began stroking my hair. His face was so calmed, that I was speechless when he drew me closer and hugged me. I felt safe in his arms.
“I’m sorry,” I heard him say, “I only kept the impression that you were valuable only to bear my heir. You see it was custom that the ruler’s mate should merely bear a child and nothing else. But I can’t keep this charade up, I didn’t save you just because you bore the nebula’s plate, but because I love you.” Tears filled my eyes.
“But tod..ay,” I stammered.
“I was upset today,” Hayate admitted, “but it wasn’t because of what my kingdom may find or the lives you put at risk. It was because I was afraid to lose you. You see, if you use magic and cannot control it, there’s a high possibility that it can succumb you. Once that happens, the magic will rob your freedom and turn you into shell of suffering and sorrow, and I didn’t want that to happen to you.” Hayate hugged me tighter. We laid there like that for a few moments, then we both looked at each other and started to inch closer until our lips met. We kissed for a long time, allowing our tongues to explore one another. Then we broke apart and began to undress, he removed his armor and tunic, while I removed my cloak and dress. Pretty soon we were both naked.
Hayate grabbed my breast and twirl my nipples, his other hand went down towards my pussy and started rubbing my clit. I moaned as I let him suck on my nipples, I knew he was savoring each taste. After a while we changed position, I laid on my back. Hayate spread my legs as his head moved between my legs and he began to lick my pussy. I moaned and shudder as his speed started to intensify, both his hands reached out and grabbed and breasts and squeezed them. I arched my back, as the pleasure began to build, then he brought one of his hands back and started to finger my pussy. First he started with one finger, but then another finger went in and his speed increased. I moaned and pulled his head closer as he licked even licked even more. I felt my orgasm rapidly approached.
“Wait,” I said, he stopped and looked at me. “Let me pleasure you too Hayate.”
He smiled gently and said, “Of course Elena.” He rolled off me and sat on the edge of the bed. I got up and knelt before him and grabbed his cock’s shaft and started stroking it. Hayate’s cock was 8inches, I increased my speed and with my other hands, I played with his balls. Hayate groaned as I placed his cock in my mouth. I was only able to get about half of it in my mouth. I started sucking, and licking the tip and the shaft. I still gently played with his balls. Hayate was groaning and slowly started humping my mouth. When I felt his cock throbbed, I let it out of my mouth. I wanted to try something Lily suggested to me before he came.
When he asked me what was wrong, I replied with a smile, “Just wait and see.”
Then I wrapped my breasts around his cock started to move them up and down. At first I was clumsy but later gained momentum. Hayate groaned again but more loudly. I licked the tip of his cock again as I continued moving my breast. Then I placed his cock back into my mouth and twirl my tongue along its length while moving my breast. This went on for a bit longer then Hayate gave one final grunt and came in my mouth. The thick warm load seemed endless, for everytime I licked or sucked, his cock would pump out more cum. For a moment I thought he would continue cumming for ever, but he finally slowed down. After he was finish cumming, I popped his cock out of my mouth. My mouth was full of his cum, I savored the taste, for while it was a bit bitter, it was erotic and made me even more wet. After a while I managed to swallow it all.
“Can you continued?” I asked him with a giggle.
He was breathing hard, but when he regained his breath he smiled back at me and said, “No problem.” With and unknown incantation, his limp cock was rock hard again.
“W..wait a second. That’s cheating,” I complained.
He smirked, “Oh well.” and with that, Hayate got back on the bed properly and laid on his back. I straddled him and positioned his cock at my pussy’s entrance. I slowly lowered myself until both my clit and his cock’s tip were touching. Before starting however, I grinded my pussy against the shaft of his cock, causing Hayate to moan. Then without any hesitation I let myself drop taking his cock’s full length inside of me. I shrieked in pain as my hymen broke.
“Are you okay?” Hayate asked clearly concern.
I nodded and gave him a gentle smile, “Yeah I’m alright so we can keep going.”
But Hayate still waited, until I became somewhat accustomed to his cock, then he began to slowly thrust into me. At first it was still painful, but eventually the pain was replaced by pleasure. I’ve began bouncing up and down on Hayate’s cock, matching his thrusts. I felt Hayate grabbed my bouncing breast and squeezed them. Then his hands retreated and wrapped around my ass to keep me balanced. It was this act that made me go as fast as I could. Hayate matched my speed with his thrusts. The sound that my pussy and his cock made when they slapped against each other was so erotic. I was moaning, aware of nothing but the pleasure that was slowly consuming me.
“I gonna cum,” I heard Hayate said still thrusting.
“Me too,” I said wearily still bouncing. Then with one final mighty thrust from Hayate, we both came, I was first, I squirted all over his cock, that threw Hayate over the edge. He came even more than when I sucked his cock. I felt the warm cum being pumped into me, and I love the feeling. My body shuddered in pleasure as more and more of his cum went into me. With a smile etched on my face I collapsed on him with his cock still inside of me. We both hugged each other as the night began to shift to dawn.
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I came across a young woman on a cold raining night.She was far from home and had car trouble.This is a true story how she rewarded me well ,
He enjoyed working nights so he could indulge his fantasies. But then he got caught.
PRIEST – Come to this the fatal hour when at last from the eyes of deluded man the scales must fall away, and be shown the cruel picture of his errors and his vices – say, my son, do you not repent the host of sins unto which you were led by weakness and human frailty?
DYING MAN – Yes, my friend, I do repent.
PRIEST – Rejoice then in these pangs of remorse, during the brief space remaining to you profit therefrom to obtain Heaven’s general absolution for your sins, and be mindful of it, only through the mediation of the Most Holy Sacrament of penance will you be granted it by the Eternal.
DYING MAN – I do not understand you, any more than you have understood me.
PRIEST – Eh?
DYING MAN – I told you that I repented.
PRIEST – I heard you say it.
DYING MAN – Yes, but without understanding it.
PRIEST – My interpretation –
DYING MAN – Hold. I shall give you mine. By Nature created, created with very keen tastes, with very strong passions; placed on this earth for the sole purpose of yielding to them and satisfying them, and these effects of my creation being naught but necessities directly relating to Nature’s fundamental designs or, if you prefer, naught but essential derivatives proceeding from her intentions in my regard, all in accordance with her laws, I repent not having acknowledged her omnipotence as fully as I might have done, I am only sorry for the modest use I made of the faculties (criminal in your view, perfectly ordinary in mine) she gave me to serve her; I did sometimes resist her, I repent it. Misled by your absurd doctrines, with them for arms I mindlessly challenged the desires instilled in me by a much diviner inspiration, and thereof do I repent: I only plucked an occasional flower when I might have gathered an ample harvest of fruit – such are the just grounds for the regrets I have, do me the honor of considering me incapable of harboring any others.
PRIEST – Lo! where your fallacies take you, to what pass are you brought by your sophistries! To created being you ascribe all the Creator’s power, and those unlucky penchants which have led you astray, ah! do you not see they are merely the products of corrupted nature, to which you attribute omnipotence?
DYING MAN -Friend – it looks to me as though your dialectic were as false as your thinking. Pray straighten your arguing or else leave me to die in peace. What do you mean by Creator, and what do you mean by corrupted nature?
PRIEST – The Creator is the master of the universe, ‘tis He who has wrought everything, everything created, and who maintains it all through the mere fact of His omnipotence.
DYING MAN – An impressive figure indeed. Tell me now why this so very formidable fellow did nevertheless, as you would have it, create a corrupted nature?
PRIEST – What glory would men ever have, had not God left them free will; and in the enjoyment thereof, what merit could come to them, were there not on earth the possibility of doing good and that of avoiding evil?
DYING MAN – And so your god bungled his work deliberately, in order to tempt or test his creature – did he then not know, did he then not doubt what the result would be?
PRIEST – He knew it undoubtedly but, once again, he wished to leave man the merit of choice.
DYING MAN – And to what purpose, since from the outset he knew the course affairs would take and since, all-mighty as you tell me he is, he had but to make his creature choose as suited him?
PRIEST – Who is there can penetrate God’s vast and infinite designs regarding man, and who can grasp all that makes up the universal scheme?
DYING MAN – Anyone who simplifies matters, my friend, anyone, above all, who refrains from multiplying causes in order to confuse effects all the more. What need have you of a second difficulty when you are unable to resolve the first, and once it is possible that Nature may have all alone done what you attrubute to your god, why must you go looking for someone to be her overlord? The cause and explanation of what you do not understand may perhaps be the simplest thing in the world. Perfect your physics and you will understand Nature better, refine your reason, banish your prejudices and you’ll have no further need of your god.
PRIEST – Wretched man! I took you for no worse than a Socinian – arms I had to combat you. But ‘tis clear you are an athiest, and seeing that your heart is shut to the authentic and innumerable proofs we receive every day of our lives of the Creator’s existence – I have no more to say to you. There is no restoring the blind to the light.
DYING MAN – Softly, my friend, own that between the two, he who blindfolds himself must surely see less of the light than he who snatches the blindfold away from his eyes. You compose, you construct, you dream, you magnify and complicate; I sift, I simplify. You accumulate errors, pile one atop the other; I combat them all. Which one of us is blind?
PRIEST – Then you do not believe in God at all?
DYING MAN – No. And for one very sound reason: it is perfectly impossible to believe in what one does not understand. Between understanding and faith immediate connections must subsist; understanding is the very lifeblood of faith; where understanding has ceased, faith is dead; and when they who are in such a case proclaim they have faith, they deceive. You yourself, preacher, I defy you to believe in the god you predicate to me – you must fail because you cannot demonstrate him to me, because it is not in you to define him to me, because consequently you do not understand him – because as of the moment you do not understand him, you can no longer furnish me any reasonable argument concerning him, and because, in sum, anything beyond the limits and grasp of the human mind is either illusion or futility; and because your god having to be one or the other of the two, in the first instance I should be mad to believe in him, in the second a fool. My friend, prove to me that matter is inert and I will grant you a creator, prove to me that Nature does not suffice to herself and I’ll let you imagine her ruled by a higher force; until then, expect nothing from me, I bow to evidence only, and evidence I perceive only through my senses: my belief goes no farther than they, beyond that point my faith collapses. I believe in the sun because I see it, I conceive it as the focal center of all the inflammable matter in Nature, its periodic movement pleases but does not amaze me. ‘Tis a machanical operation, perhaps as simple as the workings of electricity, but which we are unable to understand. Need I bother more about it? when you have roofed everthing over with your god, will I be any the better off? and shall I still not have to make an effort at least as great to understand the artisan as to define his handiwork? By edifying your chimera it is thus no service you have rendered me, you have made me uneasy in my mind but you have not enlightened it, and instead of gratitude I owe you resentment. You god is a machine you fabricated in your passions’ behalf, you manipulated it to their liking; but the day it interfered with mine, I kicked it out of my way, deem it fitting that I did so; and now, at this moment when I sink and my soul stands in need of calm and philosophy, belabor it not with your riddles and your cant, which alarm but will not convince it, which will irritate without improving it; good friends and on the best terms have we ever been, this soul and I, so Nature wished it to be; as it is, so she expressly modeled it, for my soul is the result of the dispositions she formed in me pursuant to her own ends and needs; and as she has an equal need of vices and virtues, whenever she was pleased to move me to evil, she did so, whenever she wanted a good deed from me, she roused in me the desire to perform one, and even so I did as I was bid. Look nowhere but to her workings for the unique cause of our fickle human behavior, and in her laws hope to find no other springs than her will and her requirements.
PRIEST – And so whatever is in this world, is necessary.
DYING MAN – Exactly.
PRIEST – But is everything is necessary – then the whole is regulated.
DYING MAN – I am not the one to deny it.
PRIEST – And what can regulate the whole save it be an all-powerful and all-knowing hand?
DYING MAN – Say, is it not necessary that gunpowder ignite when you set a spark to it?
PRIEST – Yes.
DYING MAN – And do you find any presence of wisdom in that?
PRIEST – None.
DYING MAN – It is then possible that things necessariliy come about without being determined by a superior intelligence, and possible hence that everything derive logically from a primary cause, without there being either reason or wisdom in that primary cause.
PRIEST – What are you aiming at?
DYING MAN – At proving to you that the world and all therein may be what it is and as you see it to be, without any wise and reasoning cause directing it, and that natural effects must have natural causes: natural causes sufficing, there is no need to invent any such unnatural ones as your god who himself, as I have told you already, would require to be explained and who would at the same time be the explanation of nothing; and that once ‘tis plain your god is superfluous, he is perfectly useless; that what is useless would greatly appear to be imaginary only, null and therefore non-existent; thus, to conclude that your god is a fiction I need no other argument than that which furnishes me the certitude of his inutility.
PRIEST – At that rate there is no great need for me to talk to you about religion.
DYING MAN – True, but why not anyhow? Nothing so much amuses me as this sign of the extent to which human beings have been carried away by fanaticism and stupidity; although the prodigious spectacle of folly we are facing here may be horrible, it is always interesting. Answer me honestly, and endeavor to set personal considerations aside: were I weak enough to fall victim to your silly theories concerning the fabulous existence of the being who renders religion necessary, under what form would you advise me to worship him? Would you have me adopt the daydreams of Confucius rather than the absurdities of Brahma, should I kneel before the great snake to which the blacks pray, invoke the Peruvian’s sun or Moses’ Lord of Hosts, to which Mohammedan sect should I rally, or which Christian heresy would be preferable in your view? Be careful how you reply.
PRIEST – Can it be doubtful?
DYING MAN – Then ‘tis egotistical.
PRIEST – No, my son, ‘tis as much out of love for thee as for myself I urge thee to embrace my creed.
DYING MAN – And I wonder how the one or the other of us can have much love for himself, to deign to listen to such degrading nonsense.
PRIEST – But who can be mistaken about the miracles wrought by our Divine Redeemer?
DYING MAN – He who sees in him anything else than the most vulgar of all tricksters and the most arrent of all imposters.
PRIEST – O God, you hear him and your wrath thunders not forth!
DYING MAN – No my friend, all is peace and quiet around us, because your god, be it from impotence or from reason or from whatever you please, is a being whose existence I shall momentarily concede out of condescension for you or, if you prefer, in order to accommodate myself to your sorry little perspective; because this god, I say, were he to exist, as you are mad enough to believe, could not have selected as means to persuade us, anything more ridiculous than those your Jesus incarnates.
PRIEST – What! the prophecies, the miracles, the martyrs – are they not so many proofs?
DYING MAN – How, so long as I abide by the rules of logic, how would you have me accept as proof anything which itself is lacking proof? Before a prophecy could constitute proof I should first have to be completely certain it was ever pronounced; the prophecies history tells us of belong to history and for me they can only have the force of other historical facts, whereof three out of four are exceedingly dubious; if to this I add the strong probability that they have been transmitted to us by not very objective historians, who recorded what they preferred to have us read, I shall be quite within my rights if I am Skeptical. And furthermore, who is there to assure me that this prophecy was not made after the fact, that it was not a strategem of everyday political scheming, like that which predicts a happy reign under a just king, or frost in wintertime? As for your miracles, I am not any readier to be taken in by such rubbish. All rascals have performed them, all fools have believed in them; before I’d be persuaded of the truth of a miracle I would have to be very sure the event so called by you was absolutely contrary to the laws of Nature, for only what is outside of Nature can pass for miraculous; and who is so deeply learned in Nature that he can affirm the precise point where it is infringed upon? Only two things are needed to accredit an alleged miracle, a mountebank and a few simpletons; tush, there’s the whole origin of your prodigies; all new adherents to a religious sect have wrought some; anf more extraordinary still, all have found imbeciles around to believe them. Your Jesus’ feats do not surpass those of Apollonius of Tyana, yet nobody thinks to take the latter for a god; and when we come to your martyrs, assuredly, these are the feeblest of all your arguments. To produce martyrs you need but to have enthusiasm on the one hand, resistance on the other; and so long as an opposed cause offers me as many of them as does yours, I shall never be sufficiently authorized to believe one better than the other, but rather very much inclined to consider all of them pitiable. Ah my friend! were it true that the god you preach did exist, would he need miracle, martyr, or prophecy to secure recognition? anf if, as you declare, the human heart were of his making, would he not have chosen it for the repository of his law? Then would this law, impartial for all mankind because eminating from a just god, then would it be found graved deep and writ clear in all men alike, and from one end of the world to the other, all men, having this delicate and sensitive organ in common, would also resemble eachother through the homage they would render the god whence they had got it; all would adore and serve him in one identical manner, and they would be as incapable of disregarding this god as of resisting the inward impulse to worship him. Instead of that, what do I behold throughout this world? As many gods as there are countries; as many different cults as there are different minds or different imaginations; and this swarm of opinions among which it physically impossible for me to choose, say now, is this a just god’s doing? Fie upon you, preacher, you outrage your god when you present him to me thus; rather let me deny him completely, for if he exists then I outrage him far less by my incredulity than do you through your blasphemies. Return to your senses, preacher, your Jesus is no better than Mohammed, Mohammed no better than Moses, and the three of them combined no better than Confucius, who did after all have some wise things to say while the others did naught but rave; in general, though, such people are all mere frauds: philosophers laughed at them, the mob believed them, and justice ought to have hanged them.
PRIEST – Alas, justice dealt only too harshly with one of the four.
DYING MAN – If he alone got what he deserved it was he who deserved it most richly; seditious, turbulent, calumniating, dishonest, libertine, a clumsy buffoon, and very mischievous; he had the art of overawing common folk and stirring up the rabble; and hencecame in line for punishment in a kingdom where the state of affairs was what it was in Jerusalem then. They were very wise indeed to get rid of him, and this perhaps is one case in which my extremely lenient and also extremely tolerant maxims are able to allow the severity of Themis; I excuse any misbehavior save that which may endanger the government one lives under, kings and their majesties are the only thing I respect; and whoever does not love his country and his king were better dead than alive.
PRIEST – But you do surely believe something awaits us after this life, you must at some time or another have sought to pierce the dark shadows enshrouding our mortal fate, and what other theory could have satisfied your anxious spirit, than that of the numberless woes that betide him who has lived wickedly, and an eternity of rewards for him whose life has been good?
DYING MAN – What other, my friend? that of nothingness, it has never held terrors for me, in it I see naught but what is consoling and unpretentious; all other theories are of pride’s composition, this one alone is of reason’s. Moreover, ‘tis neither dreadful nor absolute, this nothingness. Before my eyes have I not the example of Nature’s perpetual generations and regenerations? Nothing perishes in the world, my friend, nothing is lost; man today, worm tomorrow, the day after tomorrow a fly; is it not to keep steadily on existing? And what entitles me to be rewarded for virtues which are in me through no fault of my own, or again punished for crimes wherefore the ultimate responsibility is not mine? how are you to put your alleged god’s goodness into tune with this system, and can he have wished to create me in order to reap pleasure from punishing me, and that solely on account of a choice he does not leave me free will to determine?
PRIEST – You are free.
DYING MAN – Yes, in terms of your prejudices; but reason puts them to rout, and the theory of human freedom was never devised except to fabricate that of grace, which was to aquire such importance in your reveries. What man on earth, seeing the scaffold a step beyond the crime, would commit it were he free not to commit it? We are the pawns of an irresistable force, and never for an instant is it within our power to do anything but make the best of our lot and forge ahead along the path that has been traced for us. There is not a single virtue which is not necessary to Nature and conversely not a single crime which she does not need and it is in the perfect balance she maintains between the one and the other that her immense science consists; but can we be guilty for adding our weight to this side or that when it is she who tosses us onto the scales? no more so than the hornet who thrusts his dart into your skin.
PRIEST – Then we should not shrink from the worst of all crimes.
DYING MAN – I say nothing of the kind. Let the evil deed be proscribed by law, let justice smite the criminal, that will be deterrent enough; but if by misfortune we do commit it even so, let’s not cry over spilled milk; remorse is inefficacious, since it does not stay us from crime, futile since it does not repair it, therefore it is absurd to beat one’s breast, more absurd still to dread being punished in another world if we have been lucky to escape it in this. God forbid that this be construed as encouragement to crime, no, we should avoid it as much as we can, but one must learn to shun it through reason and not through false fears which lead to naught and whose effects are so quickly overcome in any moderately steadfast soul. Reason, sir – yes, our reason alone should warn us that harm done our fellows can never bring happiness to us; and our heart, that contributing to their felicity is the greatest joy Nature has accorded us on earth; the entirety of human morals is contained in this one phrase: Render others as happy as one desires oneself to be, and never inflict more pain upon them than one would like to receive at their hands. There you are, my friend, those are the only principles we should observe, and you need neither god nor religion to appreciate and subscribe to them, you need only have a good heart. But I feel my strength ebbing away; preacher, put away your prejudices, unbend, be a man, be human, without fear and without hope forget your gods and your religions too: they are none of them good for anything but to set man at odds with man, and the mere name of these horrors has caused greater loss of life on earth than all other wars and all other plagues combined. Renounce the idea of another world; there is none, but do not renounce the pleasure of being happy and of making for happiness in this. Nature offers you no other way of doubling your existence, of extending it. – My friend, lewd pleasures were ever dearer to me than anything else, I have idolized tham all my life and my wish has been to end it in their bosom; my end draws near, six women lovelier than the light of day are waiting in the chamber adjoining, I have reserved them for this moment, partake of the feast with me, following my example embrace them instead of the vain sophistries of superstition, under their caresses strive for a little while to forget your hypocritical beliefs.
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The dying man rang, the women entered; and after he had been a little while in their arms the preacher became one whom Nature had corrupted, all because he had not succeeded in explaining what a corrupt nature is.
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I was at the age of 15 when i began to masterbate constantly, 3 or 4 times a day becuase of my intorduction to the female body. I had sceen my step dad watching a movie one night while i was comming upstairs. A woman was getting undressed in a room, fully exposing her titties and giving me a rock solid hard on, that took me 3 jerk sessions to get rid of before i could go to sleep.
My mom was 39, a beautiful woman, perfect sized chest, wonderfull body and a very very nice ass. I had not noticed her body and how much i admired it until one morning i was passing by the bathroom, on my way to the back room to put some cans in the recycle bin, when the bathroom door was cracked and she was taking a shower, i did not mean to glance in but i was stopped dead in my tracks when i saw her standing there washing her beautiful body, her chest and magnificant hairy mound with soap all over it. I was only able to stare for a quick min before she turned off the water, and i had to put the cans away and run upstairs without being heard. As soon as she came upstairs, dressed and all, all i could think of was her naked, the curves of her body and her hairy mound. My dick was so hard it hurt. i wanted to taste her and be in her more than anything in the world.. i ran off into the bathroom, locked the door are masterbated in the shower for about 30 min before i had to get out and get dressed.
As the weeks and months went on, i was able to stop by the bathroom door every now and then, when no one was home or when everyone was busy and wouldnt think of me peeping in at my own mother. One morning i was in the computer room, and she had just stepped out of the shower and was in a towel when she came in. Her long legs grabbed my eyes and i knew that she knew what i was looking at, she only smiled and asked what i was doing on the computer, i told her, while i was explaining she was running her hands through my hair, and then went into her room to change. I am lucky she didnt see the buldge in my pants…
But one afternoon i came home and she was working out in the workout room downstairs, everyone else was gone, my stepdad at work and my sister out for the night. I walked in the room to say hi, while she was doing her crunches. She was covered in sweat, her shirt loose and damp and her stomach, shiny and moist, my dick grew hard. She asked me how my day was and i told her, then she said i am going to take a shower, and to let the dog out and make sure he has food and water, and so i did. Before her shower was done, i was able to sneak a peak at her body…. then she noticed me peaking in, she gave a smile out of the side of her mouth, but i was too nervous and scared to notice.. seeing as how i have just been spotted… She came out, wrapped in a towel and told me that she understood that i was a boy, comming to age and wanting to see a womans body.. she gave me a hug and told me it was ok before she went to get dressed. Then i went with her to the store and got things for dinner, we were going to be alone tonight, my stepdad was out on business and my sister was out of town. All went well, from time to time, when i was behind her, she would, what seemed, purposely bend over to pick something up and pushed her ass against my groin, i wanted to touch her ass but i couldnt.. after dinner we watched a movie and went to bed… i lett my door open for the dog and before she went to bed, she stood in the door way, talked to me, and gave me a kiss on the cheek and i felt her tounge on my cheek as well.
The next morning she was working out again, covered in sweat. I was in boxers and that was all. I came down to say good morning while she was doing her leg lifts. I came over to her to kiss her goodmorning, when i was able to get a peak down her shirt, my dick grew hard and slipped out the front of my boxers… I felt ashamed that i had gotten a woody from my mom, and in the same room with her, she glanced down at it and smiled and said i knew it, your very well sized for your age. My face was red and i looked down at the ground, she grabed my face and told me that it was alright, that she had also been watching me explore myself and learn to masterbate and please myself. I felt ok with this, that she understood what i was going through. She asked me if i had ever touched a womans body, i said no, and before i could think about waht i said, she had my hand in hers, against her neck, and slowly moving down to her damp shirt and eventually up against her left breast, her nipples were very very hard.. Shivers went down my spine and my dick began to hurt, it wanted to be pleased. She said the shirt was in the way, and then took it off, giving me full view at her beautiful body. I couldnt controll my self, i took both hands and grasped both of her breasts and she gave out a little moan, then leaned in to kiss me.. we locked lips and she slipped her tounge into my mouth and began to move it in circles, i fallowed what she as doing and did the same.. at that time, i felt a warm, sweaty hand grasp my dick, i almost came on the spot.. she stopped kissing me and asked if i liked the feeling when i cum, i said yes and she said, laydown on the ground, i want to show you something.. I layed down, she pulled off my boxers and sat between my legs, playing with my dick.. Then she told me to close my eyes for a second, i did, and when i opened them, i felt a sensation that i could not put into words… her warm soft mouth had engolfed my dick, going up and down. I was going to cum and she knew it, my muscles contracted and i started to cum into her mouth, she didnt stop, she kept sucking and swallowed every little bit of cum that i was able to blast into her mouth. She leaned up, licked her lips and asked me if i liked it, i sad OMG yes, mom can we do that again? she said its my turn now. She was now standing and i was on my knees, face to her stomach. I grabbed her ass with both hands and started to pull down her sweat ridden shorts.. AS soon as i could see her black pubic hair, the smell of her cunt was overwhelming, my dick wanted to go in her.. Her shorts were at her knees and then she laid down and took them off. I sat there, looking at her beautiful open wet lips of her pussy.. she was soaked, and the smell of her cunt was pure beauty. I touched her pussy and she gave out a moan, then i laid between her legs and licked the bottem of her pussy to the top of her clit, over and over again, my face was deep into her mound.. she started to moan, load, and then started screaming, Oh yes, yes my son, lick me, eat me, oh yes. i could only lick faster and slide my tounge into her vagina as far as it could go, her wet hairs tickled my nose, i loved it. THen she pulled me up, and before i could understand what was going on, she took hold of my penis and guided it twords her pussy. It slid in, very very nicely, without any resistance. I was in her, all the way. The walls of her vagina were smooth and tight, the sensation was undiscribable, there i was, inside my mother, moving in and out of her as she moaned, i did this for about 10 min, slowly, as she told me to, then i felt a cum load comming on, i told her i was going to cum soon and she said to keep fucking, then i let loose, my load splashed the insides of her pussy, i moaned and moaned, she said oh yes.. cum in me baby… when i was done, i layed on top of her and she held me, then i rolled off of her, my dick, covered in vagianal juice and cum, slid out of her, and some juices from her pussy leaked on to the floor, she was ok with this and said we will clean this later, come with me to the shower, we need to wash up… so we took a shower together and i was able to get inside her again before the shower ended… we had sex multiple times after that, as the months went by, it was our secret…
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Kate and Catherine Girl on Girl, Bisexual romance
Wow I’m Glad people are liking this story 😀 Here is part three. If you havn’t already read the first two i would suggest you do otherwise it may get confusing. Sorry about the lack of sex in this one, it picks up in the next one 🙂
This is the full story I alluded to in Denise and Darnell, pt 1: my wife and my buddy, Ron, fool around a bit as I watch.
Bellatrix Lestrange has Harry Potter and Hermione Granger held hostage at Malfoy manor, with Draco the only other person there, she decides to have a little fun!
I have to write something here 😀 Hi people! Xx
This is when things get…different.
I have always been the curious type seeking new, exciting experiences at every opportunity. Usually, I had to get far away from the sleepy, Florida town I grew up in to get these thrills. But I was pleasantly surprised by one particular experience that I came upon right at home. I was 17 at the time and about 5’11 and 170 lbs with light brown hair. I consider myself a pretty average guy size wise at about 7 3/4 inches. But, enough about me.
One evening I was incredibly bored. The summer had just begun a week before and I decided it would be a good idea to have some friends over. I invited a bunch of my friends, old and new, to my place to just chill out and watch a movie. It’s a pretty common thing since I have one of the more exciting party houses out of the group. My dad was out of town and the house was completely empty so we all had a pretty good time. Cleverly, my dad locked up all the booze before he left town so things were pretty tame, but we still managed to get wild
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At about midnight everyone left. The local cops are pretty strict with the youth curfew so nobody wanted to lose their license over partying. Everyone left pretty easily except for my friend Lex, whose junker first car wouldn’t start. Lex was about 6 foot tall and had the blondest hair in the school. The girls found him pretty attractive but everyone thought he was gay as he had only gone out with 2 girls since the start of high school.
I know a little about cars so I offered to take a look at his ride. Lex was sitting on the side of the car as I was bent over the engine block checking the wiring connections under the hood. I asked him to go to my garage and grab a wrench for me and he, dutifly, walked off to the garage. He came back quickly and handed me the wrench, stepping back quietly. I glanced up at the windshield and noticed that he was staring right at my ass. Being a straight guy, I was kinda alarmed by the thought that he was checking me out but figured I’d let it go since he was one of my best friends. Somewhat alarmed, I tightened a few connections and asked him to start the car, but the crap Oldsmobile only managed to sputter. This time I decided I should go under the car and take a look, so he and I pushed the car into my garage so I could get into the light. I grabbed his skateboard from the passenger seat and rolled underneath the car. Since I didn’t jack it up, I was only halfway underneath, leaving my waist and legs out in the open. I eventually narrowed down the problem to the transmission and peeked over to my right, where there was an old mirror resting against the wall. This time, I noticed he was staring right at my crotch and was grabbing his. Well, there was no confusion now: he was obviously gay. But I was relatively unconcerned since he never had tried anything with me before. Still a little startled, I swiftly cleared my throat and told him that there was nothing I could do about it and he would need to get it hauled off.
Visibly bummed, he called his house to get a hold of his dad. He was thinking that his dad would come with their trailer and haul it off, but he never answered the phone. He called his dads cell and his moms cell but neither responded. He was pissed at this point and asked me if I would let him stay the night at my place. I thought nothing of it since we had 2 empty bedrooms in the house and told him yes. Still concerned he would get bitched out by his parents, he called the house and left a message on the machine telling him where he was and how to get a hold of him at my place. So I closed up the garage and we went into the house.
I was drenched with sweat and unconsciously took off my shirt as I walked into the door. It wasn’t till I turned around and asked him if he had any spare clothes in his car that I realized how dumb it was to do that with him having been checking me out earlier. He said he didn’t, so I threw him some of my clothes from the closet and told him to make himself comfortable while I cleaned up. I grabbed a towel for myself as well as a t-shirt and some gym shorts, figuring I didn’t want to run the risk of the towel falling off while I walked from the bathroom to my room, giving him the whole show. As I stood in the shower, I started thinking about what I had noticed outside. Seeing him touching himself while he looked at me had me kinda curious. After all, no one would believe him if he did spill that we fooled around, especially with my reputation with the girls at school (lets just say, I was a pretty “popular” guy). So, a little curious as to what he’d do, I walked out of the shower only wearing the tight boxer-briefs I grabbed from the dresser. Not surprisingly, he was standing right outside the door as I walked out. He said “Hey man, do you have any old boxers or anything. I don’t want to stink up your clothes with what I’m wearing right now”.
At this point, I knew he wanted me. The whole time I fumbled through the drawers he was staring at the bulge in my underwear and at that point, I was pretty comfortable at the thought of us fooling around. I continued to walk around the house in my underwear and a plain white t-shirt and both of us eventually ended up in the living room watching TV. He decided to take a shower after a few minutes and I continued to watch the TV. After about 15 minutes, I heard the door open and then I he came around the corner, buck naked, and asked me if I had a towel. He was cupping his dick and balls with his hands, but lets just say he didn’t cover a whole lot. So I got up from the couch and walked over to the linen closet. I threw him a towel and he removed his hands to catch it.
His dick was relatively smaller than mine at about 7 inches and his balls were about as big as mine. The only real difference between us was that I still had a pretty generous pubic bush while he was clean shaven. He slowly wrapped the towel around his waist, staring right at me the whole time. He went back into the bathroom and put on the underwear I gave him but left the t-shirt off. He walked back out into the living room and asked him “ey lex, are the clothes I gave you too big or something”. He responded “well, I figured we’d both be going to bed soon and Im completely freeballing it at night. Yhat isn’t a problem is it?”. I told him “No man, in fact I sleep naked to. No big deal bro”. Lex responded “Ah that’s cool. I just find it more comfortable to sleep naked. I like the draft”. Wanting to speed things up a little bit, I said to him “Well, its cool as long as you don’t jack off and cum all over the sheets, k man!”. He then said a phrase I completely expected but will never forget, “well, after seeing your bulge its gonna be real hard not to”. “I knew you were staring at me man!” I responded, to which he said “Dude, its kind hard not to. Judging by your balls alone, I bet you have a huge cock man”. “well, if its gonna be too hard for you to resist, I guess I’ll have to cover up then won’t I?” I said. “No. I kinda like what I’m seeing. I’ll tell you what, lets see whose is bigger”. Curious, I said “Ok, ill take down my boxers and you take off your towel at the count of three. Ready?
One.
Two.
Three.”
We both quietly looked at each other for a few seconds. He had a raging boner the second the towel fell. I was still flaccid though, not all that turned on by the sight of another guy’s dick. After all, its not like I haven’t seen enough in the locker room. He, on the other hand, was throbbing at the sight of mine. “You enjoying this?” I said. “I’d like it better if I saw it hard” he responded. “Well, I don’t see anything that really turns me on”. He then said what I was kind of hoping to hear “Well, what if I helped you out?”. Playing it down, I said “what, you have a porno library somewhere I don’t see?”. “No. I’ll just work it up for you”. “Umm. Ok”.
He slowly walked over to me and knelt down at my feet. He took my cock into his mouth and slowly sucked my dick. After a while, I started to bend in as he blew me and before long, I was straight up fucking his face. He was clearly enjoying it but I was still a little skiddish about the whole thing, even though I was banging his mouth. He said “Hey Chris, why don’t we go to your room?”, and soon we were both walking across the house to my room. We both leapt onto the queen size bed in my room and I laid him out on the bed. I started to wank his cock as we squirmed around the bed. Soon, his ass was in my face and I was sucking him off as he sucked off mine. I started dripping precum into his mouth when he suddenly stopped and turned to be “Man, I want you to fuck me”. I was so horny the only word I could get out was “condom”. He said “No, im clean man. I want you to cum inside of me”. “Ok lex. Ok.”
We returned to the same position and I slowly started working my finger into his asshole, loosening him up before I rammed my throbbing cock into his ass. In some crazy maneuver, I picked him up by the waist and threw him over to my side. I stood up, grabbed him, and threw him over the side of my bed. The only thing he managed to say was “fuck me, bro. Fuck me”. I bent him over and spat around his asshole. I rubbed it in and slid my cock into his tight ass. I had to have been fucking him for twenty minutes, coming close to climax five times before I finally couldn’t contain it any longer. He was moaning like a bitch the whole time. Finally, I let out one good scream of passionate pleasure and cummed in his ass, just like he asked me to. He said “Let me clean that up for you”, and before I knew it he was sucking the last bit of cum off my dick. “Well, Im satisfied, what about you man?”. “Dude, can I fuck you?” he asked. I responded
“Just for you lex, just for you”.
I sucked his cock till it was rock hard and you could practically take his pulse by the throbs in the veins running up his dick as my tongue slid up and down his shaft. We started kissing and he slowly slid down my body, sucked me off for a while and then leaned me over and started fingering me. I told him “well, are you gonna sit there and finger me all night or are we gonna get this over with?” I asked. He said, “fine then. Let’s do this”. He slid his cock into my ass. His dick was narrower than mine so it was pretty comfortable for me. This being my first time getting fucked in the ass, I was pretty tight. I have to admit, it felt pretty good as he rammed the full length of his dick into my hole. He fucked me for about a half an hour and then he started to moan louder and louder. He finally let out one loud moan and then I felt his warm cum in my ass. I cleaned him up just as he did for me. We both held eachother on the bed for a while and we both eventually fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up to see his morning erection bulging from the blanket. I turned over and ripped the sheet off of his thin, delicate body. Still asleep, I slowly began to suck him off. He awoke to see me working his tool and immediately said “Man, lets finish this in the shower, I’m way too tired, you fucked me good bro.” I picked him up and carried him into the shower stall. We both lathered eachothers bodies and eventually we ended up on the stall floor sucking each other off. I picked him up off the floor after I almost came in his mouth and pinned him up against the wall. I fucked him on the shower wall, thrusting my hard dick into his ass as I simultaneously pushed him up and down my cock. I bent him over and turned off the water in the shower as I continued to fuck his ass faster and faster. As I came close to climax, I turned him around and told him to suck my dick. The bitch that he is, he dutifly worked my tool till I shot warm cum all over his face and into his mouth. After I was finished up, we switched again and soon I was sucking the warm cum off his throbbing shaft.
We went to different colleges since and I haven’t seen him in a long time, but we still talk frequently. He has since come out of the closet and is openly bisexual. I, on the other hand, have a fianc?nd we are looking forward to our future together. We are planning one last little encounter before the wedding and I’ll hopefully let you guys know how that goes soon. Keep your eyes peeled for more ;]
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