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Potential Part 5

A teenage boy’s normal struggles with growing up are complicated by his porn brain and pantie fetish, or at least that’s what he thinks. There might be more to the story.

One Horny Christmas

I wrote this on a whim just for the fun of it. Everyone should get their Christmas wish right? Why not one that’s an evening with Santa? LOL enjoy

Taken for a ride REHASHED

Anal, Bestiality, Cruelty, Exhibitionism, First Time,
It was a hot smeltering day outside, so a few ideas went through my head as I woke. One, there was no way I was going to work today, and two, I had to get the air conditioner fixed. It was so hot inside that I was laying in a pool of sweat in my bed.
It probably looked really sexy, I thought to myself. By the way, my name is Sam, short for Samantha. Im 24, have waistlong straight brown hair, blue eyes that are known to sometimes turn green, a long slender body with curves in the right places. My breasts are a heavy b cup that I like to show off, and I get a lot of compliments on my full lips. In high school, the asshole pervy types always told me they were “cocksucking” lips, whatever that meant.
I live alone in a small apartment by the beach with my large dalmation “Pierre”. He’s a mostly dumb animal, but cute as a button. When he was small I didn’t know he would grow to be this giant pillow humper that tripped over his own legs. I got up to open some windows, hoping to let some air through the house. As I reached the last one, I was stretching to reach the only broken window blind thingy when I noticed the young neighbor boy staring at me. It was then that I realized I was almost nude, wearing nothing but a small tanktop, and giving the neighbors a good showing of my breasts, which were now pressed against the window as I strained to reach above me. I just smiled at him and finished opening the window and curtains.
I made my way to the couch and plopped down on it, grabbed the phone from the small stand next to it, and dialed my work. My boss was more than happy to hear my voice, and didn’t mind letting me have the day to myself. He had the biggest crush on me, and I pretty much got away with murder at the workplace. When he tried to flirt over the phone, I told him I had to go and hung up. “Old pervy fart,” I thought.
Pierre jumped up on the couch with me as I dialed the air conditioner repairman. “Why didn’t I do this yesterday after work?” I wondered. They said they were very busy but would try to squeeze me in, and if they made it, the serviceman would be by my house after noon.
I closed my phone and traded it for the t.v. remote. Flipping through the channels, I found that there wasn’t much on the tube. I settled for some booty shaking rap videos and dozed off for a bit. Images of girls hotter than me, stripping for large black men filled my dreams. I wasnt a lesbian, but I do admire the female body, and I don’t know, maybe if given the opportunity, I would probably eat a hot ass, I bet another girl could eat my pussy better than any guy could, knowing the female body a little better.
When I awoke for the second time today, my mind was stuck in that train of thought, making me very horny, and I was nearly being pushed off of the couch by my giant dog and his legs. As I turned to get up, I saw that Pierre was sporting some giant morning wood.
Perhaps I’d just never noticed it before, but it looked long, thick, and dangerous. It was a bright pink, and at least eight inches long, big enough to lay across his leg as he curled up. I wondered if that was the full size of it, or if he was sporting a semi erection, like my ex boyfriend sometimes did. I got off of the couch, and headed out of the living room and down the hallway to my bedroom.
I had a pretty large house for just one person, with plenty of rooms, and thought maybe one day I would have a roommate. Being attractive and young however made me somewhat distant from people in large. Guys just stare at me, and girls either hate me, or want me to be gay with them. So I mostly keep to myself in my big house.
Going down the hall, I tried to remember where I last left my dildo. It was a sweet toy, and got me off every time. Reaching my bedroom, I scanned the place with my eyes, and remembered stuffing it somewhere under the bed. I squatted down and lifted the blankets that hung over the side, sweeping my arm under the bed, hoping to feel my small lover quickly, before I lost my lusty need. I let out a sigh and bent down some more to look underneath.
Nothing! So I laid on my belly and scooted myself halfway under the bed, still sweeping back and forth with my arms. I went in a little further, and could hear Pierre’s claws rap on the hardwood floor, as his curiosity brought him into the room.
I craned my neck to the side a little and spotted my vibrator, stuck between the wall and the bed, still a few feet away from me. My ass stuck up into the air, clear of the bed, as I scooted further underneath to try and reach it.
Suddenly I froze in shock. Something long and wet had just touched my uncovered ass. My short skirt had hiked itself up to my hips while I was kind of bent down in my awkward position. “What the…” was all I could mutter before it happened again. It was on the side of my ass cheek, and felt rough, scratchy, and yet sort of smooth at the same time.
“Pierre! No! Cut it out!” I yelled as my mind came back to me. Instead, a long wide doggy tongue licked my crack from my pussy to my asshole, and to the small of my back. My body shuddered in a small orgasm, and I involuntarily let out a whimper of a sound. “This is not happening”, I thought, and stretched my arm out to reach my much needed toy.
My small movement must have encouraged the dog, because now he was becoming friendlier with my tender bottom. I tried to block it out, and started to become aggravated as I couldn’t reach my dildo. It was right there! Why couldn’t I just have it and be out of there!? My dog was now enjoying the fact that I couldn’t swat at him from my awkward position.
He was now lapping up my pussy, and I became so embarrassed with myself, as I came on his long tongue. “Oh no… no.. dammit dog… ungh” it was an intense ass shaking orgasm, and I quickly decided to get the hell out of this dark place. I began to back out from under the bed, but this was a mistake. It encouraged the dalmation more, and added pressure to my now-hot pussy against his licking.
Another orgasm rushed over me, as Pierre began to concentrate on my sweaty asshole, but I kept moving, desperate to escape. Every move backwards meant another second of gasping and cream coming from my cunt, Pierre was eager to lick up every drop and it was a vicious cycle. His tongue would make me wet, and he in turn would lick my pussy more, like he savored the juices. I guess he liked a clean booty.
When his tongue entered me, I jumped, and I guess I hit my head on the mattress frame, because a moment later I awoke with a bad headache. I looked around to see Pierre’s legs dancing around behind me, my ass still high up in the air. His tongue was now darting in and out of my tender cavity. He danced the way he did when he knew I had food for him and just couldn’t wait.
I took this opportunity to back out from under the bed. I was now on my hands and knees, my ass was totally exposed, in the air, and my dogs target apparently. Out of nowhere, he stopped licking, his full weight slammed onto my back, and I felt his claws scrape my sides below my breast. I was so confused, my head was banging with pain, and now my dog was trying to bite my neck. He was nipping at it and yelping. I couldn’t understand why, until I looked around.
He tightened his front legs and got a good grip on my body, while underneath him, was a massively huge lipstick boner. He pulled himself closer to my body so I looked underneath my belly, it pointed straight at my face and flopped against my belly button, almost slapping me. He began thrusting his hips madly, but thankfully didn’t draw back far enough to do himself any good. I tried to wriggle away to the right, which only made him growl and tighten his grip on my abdomen. So instead I got my head over the mattress and tried to crawl on top of it with my arms. By now my knees were chaffed and hurting, as I normally didn’t spend this much time on them. I pulled on the sheets in front of me and unwittingly helped the dog. He was humping blindly until now, but as I created a small space between us, he jabbed forward and found his mark. It was a small sharp jab directly into my love canal, and the total surprise of the attack upon my pussy made me come fast and hard. Pussy juice dribbled down my leg, and my face hit the sheet, where I muffled a short moan. Once Pierre realized that he’d found my hole, his attack became relentless. He pushed forward with all he had and sunk his thick shaft into me deep. He repositioned himself so that he was closer, for a good deep fuck. There was no slow or steady to his method. He blitzkrieged like a fuck machine, slamming hard into me with each thrust. I was no longer in control of anything. My horny body gyrated below him, meeting his thrusts randomly, and his dog cock just got bigger and thicker inside of me. On one thrust he accidentally pulled back too far, so his cock slipped out with a “sloosh” sound, but he just kept on thrusting, making the dogcock rub violently across my clit. It was mostly smooth, but the friction against my button drove me mad. I came again, the waves of sensations shaking my body.
I looked down again to see it and it was huge! At least three inches thick and nine or ten inches long, it moved so fast! As soon as his tool found my heat again, he sunk it in deep and began pounding on my pussy again. It hurt for a whole second, when it nearly didnt go in, it kind of hit my taint and bent its way in. My body shook and I screamed into the sheets and blanket. Cum squirted out from me, flowing across his cock, and across the floor. The pain was now mixing with extreme pleasure. He was fucking me so fast that as I squirted, he splashed it everywhere when his dog belly met my ass. It sounded like someone slapping a puddle continuously. I didn’t realize until I paused to reflect and heard myself, but I was being loud, “ungh…oh…oh….oooh fuck…ungh ummm” as Pierre claimed me as his bitch. I was literally being drilled. It was as though someone attached a penis to a jackhammer and went to town with it. No man had ever fucked me this well.
Sometimes I had wished for a good speedy pounding, yet it never occurred to me that the dog knew how. Pierre began to slow down and lazily sort of just fell off of me. His long dog dick seemed to take forever to slip out of me as he walked over to the corner of my bedroom. I felt every inch escaping me, and when the end finally fell out, I shuddered and came again. My hips gyrated up and down on their own. I was incredibly crazy horny, but ashamed that I’d somehow let this happen. “I didn’t put up a good enough fight” I thought. Then I thought, was I just raped? What do you call what just happened? Before I found an answer, I was mounted again. I thought he was gone and done! But I was very wrong. He brutally fucked me again, my mouth fell open and my breathing was spasmic. It occurred to me that Pierre had to get his nut, so maybe helping him would get him to leave me alone. I bucked back once, and Pierre drove into me harder and faster, making me squirt onto him again.
My pussy squeezed his thick cock and almost pushed him out as juices sprayed everywhere behind me. It was splattered with his thrusts again and was getting him wet on his belly. He was hitting my g-spot! The strange new smells were intoxicating. He bit my neck with a fury this time, growling into my skin, and his cock began to get even thicker as he pummeled me from behind! That was when I began to get really scared. His doggie fangs sank into my flesh as he tightened his animalistic grip on my defenseless body. I began bucking into his thrusts again, making him go crazy with lust. As he continued to grow inside of me, my pussy began to hurt really badly, from the inside. My mind couldn’t understand what was happening down there. Something near the base of his cock was getting bigger and harder inside of me. It plopped in and out of me a few times, then Pierre shortened his strokes and was panting heavily over me. I remember making a twisted face of pain as my pussy was stretched to its barest limits, until what felt like buckets of Cum suddenly filled my pussy. It was like a powerful hose going off, and it was erupting deep inside against the walls of my abused vagina. He was sort of grunting and growling now, followed by a few short whimpers.
The large hard thing at his cockbase was working me in small spasms like a plunger, and evertime he thrust forward i felt him come inside of me again. I never let anyone cum in my pussy, and here was my dog doing whatever he liked. Pierre shoved a few more times, and his long dick finally reached my end. It was pushing against my cervix, which made me cum again. Pressurized hot jets of cum streamed against my insides.
My head started spinning in ecstacy, while behind me i felt my explosion spraying out from the sides of my pussylips and his thick member. He loosened his grip on me after a few seconds of not moving, and tried to jump off of my back, but the bulbous base of his cock kept us together, so he only twisted around until he was facing away from my body. The sensation of a twisting squirting cock churning while my pussy was so sensitive took me over the top and I think I blacked out again, I slumped into the sheets and blanket, shaking like a leaf into an orgasmic bliss. When my mind came back, we were still attached, ass to ass like a good lesbian double header porn scene I’d seen before. I could hardly push myself up with my arms, I was shaking so much. It had been too long since someone fucked me, but Pierre was an animal, not a someone, so shame and guilt filled my mind. Pierre was now hurting me, trying to seperate us by walking away and pulling his member.
It felt as though my insides were going to leave without the rest of me. “Ungh, owwww, oh ow, please stop, oh…” I muttered. However my pleas went unheard. He then pulled hard and I heard a “plop” as we seperated. Warm liquid quickly ran down and covered my ass and thighs when he came out. It was an enormous amount of fluid. Probably Pierre’s first ever nut. As soon as he walked away, my body fell over to the side and I just layed there, my chest heaving and covered in beads of sweat. I tasted salty sweat on my lips and my eyes burned. Laying there, I decided to crawl to the other room and call someone. I didn’t care who, just anyone. I felt abused and needed consolation. My pussy felt swollen and was pulsating all over, inside and out. When I felt calm again, I rolled over and crawled towards the hallway. Pierre was jumping and bounding around recklessly in the living room. I could see him running and bouncing off of the couch. The s.o.b. was gloating. He knocked the lamp over with his big ass as he ran excitedly around. I almost made it to the living room when he spotted me. He lowered his head, scratched the floor, and growled at me, like he wanted to play. “Fuck off you rapist mutt” was my response.
He ran past me, up and down the hallway, as I slowly crawled my wracked body around the corner to the living room. He ran up behind me again and this time knocked me down. He paused to drool on me and began licking my ass again, starting on the side of my exposed thigh and moving towards my heat that eminated from my well used cunt. “Nope, not again!” I said and lifted myself back up with my arms and began crawling again. This must have been percieved as an invitation for sex, because the dog bounded up onto me from behind, knocking me down onto my chest and face. His attack was quick. His slippery dog dick poked at my taint and ass maybe three or four times before he found a place to hide his boner. It slipped indiscriminately into my asshole and he plunged it down deep into my bowels, over and over again.
I screamed “ahhhhhh ahhhhhhh! Oh you mutherfucker! NO!” Nothing had ever gone into my ass. It was my belief that it was designed as an exit only. Suddenly it was being filled with a rigid meatstick without my consent. It hurt something awful. His angle was all wrong so I used what energy I had to circle my hips to try and at least make this somewhat comfortable.
Pierre relentlessly pounded into my asshole. His cock was growing again. It got thicker and longer, and stretched my hole from the inside. I felt the pressure of his girth against the interior lining of my rectum. I was mercilessly fucked at an incredible speed. The pain slowly began to subside and a burning feeling began to make me hot inside.
I tried to squirm away, but he squeezed me tightly with his long front legs and scratched the sides of my belly with his claws, which almost hurt as much as his dick entering my dry asshole. When he reached his full size again, he was deep inside of me. This time something was hitting my ass at the base of his dick. “OMG! i thought. That thick round part is going to go in me again!” Now I really struggled, but it only made the animal fuck faster and harder. He growled and snapped at me, his teeth missing my neck as I tried to squirm away from him. The distance I was creating between our bodies made his furious strokes longer and faster. The pressure of his thrusts increased, as he kept attempting to mash the end of his cock base into my tight asshole. I was now almost pulling him along down the hall some, but not enough to escape. He simply walked his hindlegs along with me. Then suddenly he nailed it into my ass. I heard a distinct “schlop!”. Pierre tightened his grip and shoved about four more inches of thick dog cock into my bowels. I could feel him reaching into places deep inside of my innards. Places that probably shouldn’t have a penis in them. It was an incredible feeling, being impaled on a giant animal dong as it pistoned in and out, at such a crazy rate of speed. I pulled my torso up, as I was now enjoying it, and began to rub my breasts. Pierre shifted his head to allow me to nearly stand on my knees. I could see his face now, as I turned my head. He was squinting, a face I’d never seen him make before. Like he was concentrating really hard. I came again, and my whole body shuddered in explosive waves. Now his balls were slapping against my cunt, and that something extra was growing at the base of his shaft again. It didn’t hurt so much at first, but now it was really pushing against my insides until it became an intense pain. Whatever it was had to be the size of a baseball, as the pain was too much. “OMG! Get it out of me! Oh shit! Oh shit! Ohhh it hurts! It hurts!” I was yelling and screaming now. Probably waking the neighbors. Still on my knees, I placed my hands on the wall beside me, turning to face it. I was freaking out. His dick was waaay to big for my virgin ass. It was plunging into my bowels, scraping my intestinal lining, and became incredibly sore fast. “Fuck you dog! get the fuck out of me!” But he ignored my pleas yet again and hastened his pace, knowing I wanted to escape. He quickened his assault and suddenly stopped. “Oh thank God..” I muttered, only to feel jets of Cum gush into my guts. It never seemed to end. He squirted into me over and over again, making my sphincter tighten around his tool as I panicked. Each powerful ejaculation made my ass squeeze again. I think he liked it, because his legs shuffled and he began thrusting his hips again as he emptied his nuts deep into my bowels. It must have filled my guts to the brim, because I felt it run out of my asshole and down the back of my leg to my left knee. My ass had never felt so full. He was now pushing me against the wall. My sensitive nipples were being crushed as he pushed. His thrusts seemed desperate, yet powerful, like he couldn’t get deep enough inside of me. He got about another inch farther than he had before, and I imagined my sphincter nearly going inside of my ass. He shortened his pushes, but each one was more forceful than the last. Finally he stopped, but his cock still jerked and came deep into my body. I could feel it everytime it twitched and ejaculated. He was panting hard now, and rested his chin on my shoulder. He licked the side of my cheek that wasn’t pressed into the wall and slumped down, taking me with him. We fell to the floor, but he quickly stood up and tried to walk away. This resulted in him pulling me, and dragged my helpless body across the floor. My ass was nearly being pulled out, as he made his way to the living room, occasionally yelping and licking at his crotch. I could do nothing. Another “plop” filled the air as his knot slipped out of my anus, dropping my hips to the floor. His schlong took an eternity to come out of my bowels, and I felt all of it, as it was still hard and quite thick, but was smooth and slick from the Cum he’d spilled into me. When it came out it made a long “schluuuurp” sound, and my rectum felt relieved to be empty now. I felt hot dog cum spill out of my hole and onto the ground. Pierre walked over me, and doggie Cum continued to erupt from his penis. He sprayed my face and shoulders as he stood there over his defeated master, panting. He walked around me, layed down, and began to lick his mammoth dong with care. Just then I heard voices. It was coming from outside. The air conditioner repairman and some random neighbors were outside of my open bay windows, and had apparently been watching. I don’t know for how long, but the uniformed asshole began clapping, and the rest of the small crowd started cheering, as though I had done this intentionally or something. Needless to say I was not happy.

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The Bradford Family Saga (end)

“Penny for your thoughts,” Marsha said quietly.
“Oh, Hi, honey. Did I wake you?”
Marsha shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve been watching your face for a
couple of minutes. I think I know what you were dreaming about.” There was a
wicked gleam in her eye. “You were reliving it, weren’t you?”
Carol just smiled.
“God, that was hot! Is it always that way?”
“No. Just at special times, like then. I’ve had three- ways before,” she said
nonchalantly, “but this time was something else.”
“Because it was family?”
Carol looked at her lovely daughter, an image of her younger self, smiled and
kissed her lightly. “Yes,” she said, “because it was family.”
*************************
Mr. and Mrs. Goodman sat on their veranda and listen to the tinkle of laughter
coming over the wall from the Bradford pool area.
“They certainly seem to be enjoying their reunion. That really was a nice party,
wasn’t it, Arnold? They’re such a lovely family.”
“Yes, it was, Mildred. You don’t see that kind of togetherness anymore, not
much, anyway. Makes me wish our kids were more like theirs.”
“You’re right, dear, they do seem to have something special.” Mrs. Goodman
paused, then turned to her husband.
“I wonder what their secret is?”
THE END
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I hope you have enjoyed The Bradford Family Saga. All feedback is appreciated.
I can be reached @ [email protected].
Look for more of my stories to be published here, including:
The Wilson Family Saga – A multi-family story of a young man’s sexual journey through his family and his friends. Incest and Interracial theme.
The Princess Steps Out – The kidnapping and sexual abuse (?) of the Princess of Wales
by African Freedom fighters. Note: This story was written many years ago before the
world assigned sainthood to the lady in question. So if your an anglophile please
refrain from negative comments; afterall, it’s just fiction. Celebrity and Interracial
themes.
The Group – The Institution for Alternate Living invites individauls who engage in
consentual incess to discuss the who and whys of their lives.
The Amourous Adventures of the Brady Bunch – The adult Bradys gather for a family
reunion … enough said.
Conversations with a Church Lady – Under hypnosis, the wife of a leading church figure
tells a very different story. Interracial theme.
BONUS EXCERPT: “Potion”
“It’s a real aphrodisiac! I’m telling you it’ll work!”
nerdy Walter Newman gushed.
Sneering, Luther Vaughn, a muscular young black man,
grabbed young Walter’s shirt and violently pushed him up
against a sink. They were in the locker room of the boy’s
gym at South Regional High School.
Walter’s thick glasses almost flew off his blotchy nose.
Walter had a bad case of teenage acne, which was one of the
many reasons he was preoccupied with sex. He didn’t have any
real hope of getting laid, not the way he looked.
“There ain’t no such fuckin’ thing, you fuckin’ dweeb!”
Luther screamed in his face, “And besides, you brainy mother-
fuckin’ jackass, I didn’t pay you to make no bullshit
aphrodisiac, I paid you to make knock-out drops; a good
Mickey Finn! You’re really pissin’ me off, Newman!” He
pushed the young man away in disgust.
“But Luther,” Walter whined, “I can always make knock-
out drops, but this is for real!” He held up a flask of
clear liquid and an audio cassette and rushed on.
“Look, this is a very strong muscle relaxant and
tranquilizer. Give a girl a couple of drops of this and she
becomes very suseptible to suggestion.” He held up the tape.
“Subliminal, hynotic suggestion hidden behind soothing
beach sounds! It’s foolproof! She’ll be begging to fuck her
and afterwards she won’t remember a thing!
“Com’on, Luther, let’s try it!”
Walter jumped when Luther grabbed the vial and tape and
threw them in a refuse can. Surprisingly, the vial didn’t
break.
“Fuck your mumbo-jumbo, asshole!” the black teenager
sneered. “I don’t have problem one gettin’ pussy; black,
brown or white! And for a smart motherfucker you got shit
for brains! Even if that stuff worked, which it don’t; you
think chicks are gonna drink that shit and listen to some
dumbass tape just so a fuckin’ nerd like you can get into
their pants? NOT!”
He grabbed Walter’s shirt again and pushed the smaller
boy towards the locker room door.
“Now get the fuck back to the lab and get to work makin’
my knock-out drops, or I’ll break every motherfuckin’ bone in
your body.”
The door closed nosily behind them but Johnny Wilson
could still hear Luther berate Walter as they walked down the
hall. The fifteen year old peeked around the corner of the
lockers and made sure the coast was clear. The last thing he
wanted was a confrontation with Luther Vaughn. He was bad
news. A broken sneaker lace had held him up after class
making him an unseen witness to Luther and Walter’s crazy
conversation.
An aphrodiaiac! Boy, Johnny thought, Luther’s right,
Walter’s out of his lovin’ mind! That kind of stuff was out
of x-rated science fiction, or Walter’s wishful imagination.
Johnny knew there were two schools of thought concerning
Walter Newman. The first was, he’s was a boy genius and will
win the Nobel for chemistry before he’s twenty-one. The
second was, he’s a dipshit who’s gonna blow himself (and
probably the school, too) to fuckin’ smithereens.
Johnny picked up the vial and tape from the refuse bin
and cautiously looked them over. On impulse, he put the vial
in his pocket, then pulled out his Walkman and slid the tape
in and, holding the headset away from his ears, gingerly
listened. All he could hear was soothing surf sounds. He
waited a moment. If there were secret messages hidden in the
tape he hadn’t heard them. He shook his head but put the
tape in his rutsack and ran off to the lab. He was already
late.
“You’re late, John!” Mrs. Tarr said testily when he
entered the lab. “Are you trying to add to your detention?
If you are you’ve come to the right place.”
Mrs. Tarr was the one of the chemistry teachers and up
to now John thought she was kind of nice, and not bad looking
for an old woman; she was about his mother’s age, but he
hadn’t realized she had a wicked tongue.
“Eh, sorry, Mrs. Tarr. I broke a shoelace and had to
get another.”
Two girls in the corner giggled. Johnny blushed with
embarassment.
Mrs. Tarr made a face and shook her head. “If you two
are finished,” she said to the girls, “take off, and you,
John, get to work. This lab’s a mess and I want it spotless.
Maybe this will teach you that spitballs in the cafeteria
will not be tolerated.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Johnny replied.
The two girls giggled loudly as they left and Johnny’s
face burned even brighter. Grudgingly, he went to the sink,
ran water, then went around picking up dirty test-tubes and
beakers.
“When you have those things soaking, get me a cola from
the lab refrigerator,” Mrs. Tarr commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Johnny was rapidly revising his opinion of the chemistry
teacher, but as he took a bottle of cola from the
refrigerator a sudden brainstorm hit him. Why not? he asked
himself. It had to be tested. Not that it was really going
to work, but if it did wouldn’t that put this bad-mouth bitch
in her place. Quickly he took the vial from his pocket,
opened the cola and put two drops of Walter’s potion into the
dark liquid.
John grabbed a clean glass, put ice in it and was
pouring cola into it when Mrs. Tarr asked what was keeping
him. She took the glass and thanked him, rather reluctantly
John thought.
He smiled at her as she took a deep drink.
“Is there something you want, John?” she asked.
Johnny smiled. “I’d appreciate it if you’d listen to
this tape. The background is suppose to help you
consentrate more. I thought it could help me with my
homework and stuff,” he said offering his Walkman to her. “I
just want your opinion.”
Mrs. Tarr put the headphones on and said, “Only for a
moment; I’m busy. Besides, these things are usually a rip
off.”
“Thanks,” Johnny said and poured more cola into her
glass. Absently, she took another sip as she listened to the
soothing sounds of the seashore. A few moments later she pulled
the headset off and shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, it doesn’t do anything for me, but you can never
tell, it may help you to concentrate. Give it a try.”
The distain in her voice told Johnny that Walters’
bullshit aphrodisiac was just that: Bullshit! She had drank
the potion and listened to the tape. Nothing! Nada! Zip!
Johnny mumbled his thanks and went back to the sink and
started cleaning the dirty beakers again. He felt pretty
foolish. He wanted to throw the vial away but his hands were
wet. He’d wait until he was finished and then chuck the shit.
Leroy was right!
A moment later he froze as a hand reached around and
cupped his cock and balls.
“Hi, big boy,” a husky voice whispered hotly in his ear,
Wanna fuck?”
Johnny’s mouth gaped and his eyes bugged. His chest
tighten and his head started pounding. Mrs. Tarr’s tits
rubbed senuously over his shoulder blades
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The Pact

Emily and I had made a pact to lose our virginity to each other when we were both 17… which was in three days for me!

Sexual Healing – Part Four

The snow hadn’t started yet, but the Weather Princess on the Weather Channel had promised it. Given the temperature and the feel of the night, Connie suspected the promise was going to be well-fulfilled by morning.
She was hoping other promises would be equally fulfilled.
Connie sat at one of the coveted window tables in the Cornelia Street Cafe. From time to time, Famous People walked by. One had even entered and was sipping a decaffeinated espresso at another table while other patrons pretended not to look at her. Connie had no inhibitions about staring till she was sure. After that, she was more interested in watching the street, for Kimberly.
As she thought about what she planned, she rubbed her tightly jean-clad thighs together. Just the memory of Kim’s lush body, all naked and writhing —
The tapping on the window startled her out of her reverie. Kim grinned and waved at her. She was wearing what looked to be a fake-fur coat and her legs were stockinged…her fabulous legs. Connie had paid her tab earlier, so she’d be ready. She scurried outside and they hugged.
“Sorry to be late!”
“Eight minutes? No problem.” They hugged again. Even through Kim’s fake fur and Connie’s heavy woolen coat, Connie could feel the press of Kim’s large breasts, and she thought again of those amazing, huge nipples and —
She caught herself and pulled back from the memory before she stared oozing right here in the middle of Greenwich Village.
“Well, I like to come on time.”
“And often.”
“I can’t believe we just said those things.”
“You’ll be pun-ished for it,” Connie assured her.
“There’s a woman inside staring at us.”
Connie turned. “Don’t mind her. She’s staring at you.”
“That looks like — ”
“It is. Let’s go get some nasties!” She slipped her arm through Kim’s and they walked up Cornelia, bumping hips even more often than was necessary because of the disparity of their strides.
They were delayed a bit at the corner. Traffic on West Fourth Street was frantic, desperate drivers taking stupid chances on the slippery pavement in order to flee all the more quickly the growing snowfall in the city. When the traffic had finally stopped — thirty seconds after the light turned red — the pair hurried across to the pink-painted bricks of the building housing the Pink Pussycat.
Connie sensed the hesitation in Kim.
“Feel like everyone is watching you?”
“Sort of.”
“They are — because they want you. But none of them know you, so — un-fuck ’em!”
Kim giggled and let herself be led down the short flight of steps into the sex-toy emporium.
Connie closed the door behind them as Kim surveyed the store from the inside. She’d passed it often enough, but had never worked up the nerve to enter. She looked to her right. Next to the entrance was a big, locked display case filled with dildoes, in more variety and flavors than she’d ever imagined possible.
Her jaw dropped and gaped at little bitty three-inch dildoes shaped like dog dicks or fingers; double-ended dildoes and dildoes shaped like a U, with a head on each leg of the U; dildoes shaped like nothing in nature; dildoes shaped like fists or upthrust hands — somefrighteningly close to life-sized, and cock-shaped dildoes.
The last group came in sizes ranging from normal to interesting to tempting to intriguing to gigantic to Run Away – It’s Heading Toward Us!
She turned to make a remark to Connie — and found herself alone! Kim frantically scanned the few customers at the counters and spotted her diminutive teacher-cum-lover. She hurried.
Connie was examining the vibrators under the glass of the counter when Kim clutched her arm.
“Don’t leave me alone like that!” Kim hissed.
“Sorry — look at that one!”
“Huh?”
Connie tapped the glass with one perfectly manicured finger. Kim stared. It looked like a standard kit — a hand-held vibrator with various attachments. But when she looked closer, she realized two of the attachments were not the usual.
One looked like a miniature feather duster, with about two inches of fragile-looking fronds protruding. The other unusual attachment was an inch-thick, two inch-long bit of stiff, pink rubber that curved sharply up at the business end and was capped by knob that look about an inch-and-a-half thick.
“Can I show you anything?”
The young woman was a punker, dressed completely in black and with the de rigeur spiked hair. She also had an un-punk face that was lovely, large gray eyes and the loveliest complexion either of the women had ever seen.
Connie noted a ripe young body within the black sweater and pants.
“This one,” she said, tapping the glass. As the clerk took it out, Connie added, “I’d like to hear it. I hate the sound these things make.”
The clerk stood and put the display box on the glass. “I know,” she agreed, opening the box and handing the machine to Connie. “Beastly racket. Really ruins the mood. Let me plug it in for you.” She bent at the waist, then straightened and grinned. “Give it a buzz.”
Kim giggled as Connie switched it on. The sound was barely audible. Connie smiled.
“It’s become very popular,” the clerk explained. “It’s well-made and produces very little noise…itself, if you know what I mean.” She’d added the last to Kim, who promptly blushed, then relaxed and giggled again.
“Even with the attachments in place — ” The clerk popped the standard rounded hard-plastic cap on the vibrating metal rod. “Touch it to the glass.”
The sound was less than either customer expected. Connie put it against her palm and pressed. No rattling within the machine, either.
“It’s $89.95,” the clerk said, “but the price will probably come down in a few months — ”
“I’ll take this,” Connie announced.
A third customer wandered over. “Is it noisy?” asked a cultured, utterly feminine voice. The clerk and her original two customers looked at her.
The woman exuded sensuality. Tall for a Japanese woman, with thick black hair that cascaded to the shoulders of her well-tailored coat, she had a beautiful face, soft, full lips and a somehow innocent curiosity in her large, dark eyes that couldn’t cancel the effect of her ripe body. When she realized all three were looking at here, she hastily apologized: “I am so sorry to intrude.” To the clerk: “When you have a moment, please?”
“No intrusion,” Connie said quickly. “Here, see for yourself!” She put the machine in the woman’s gloved hand. The Japanese woman switched the machine on and her eyes widened at the low volume of noise. Holding the vibrating knob against her hand, she looked at the box and the other implements.
“May I?”
“Please,” Connie said, stepping back. The woman turned off the machine and replaced the knob with the feather duster. When she flipped the switch this time, she held the little fronds against her cheek and her eyes half-closed.
“I’ll take it!” she said quickly, flipping off the machine.
“I’ll be with you in a moment,” the clerk said. “Will there be anything else?” she asked Connie and Kim.
“Go ahead and ring her up,” Connie said. “We’re not done yet.”
“I think someone is planning a party,” the clerk whispered and smiled as she motioned to the elegant Japanese woman.
As Connie led Kim back toward the front of the store — and the dildoes — Kim whispered, “More? Are you kidding? Half of that kit will wipe out my playtime budget — ”
“That’s for me,” Connie said. “So are two of the next four things I plan to buy.”
The clerk was at their side a moment later. “Guess she’s planning a party, too.” She nodded toward the Japanese woman, who was examining a collection of oils and lubricants. “Found anything you like?”
Connie pointed. “That one — ” A U-shaped dildo crowned with a pair of only slightly-larger-than-lifesize knobs. “– that one — ” A funny little thing that Kim only slowly recognized as a butt-plug. ” — and that one.”
“This one?” The clerk was reaching into the case and indicating a twelve-inch double-ended dildo.
“No — *that* one.”
Kim again gaped. Connie was buying what looked like a twenty-inch long double-header…and the clerk could barely close her fingers about its girth.
“And a pair of Joni’s Butterflys,” Connie said.
As the clerk went behind the counter to finish gathering and start totaling the purchases, Kim whispered urgently, “Did you see the size of that thing? I hope you don’t think I — ”
Connie turned Kim face to hers and kissed her, full and heavy, on the mouth — silencing her.
“Trust me.”
“But — which two am I paying for?”
“The butt plug and a Joni’s Butterfly. We’ll put it all on my Amex; double-warranty that way.” Connie snickered as she imagined herself calling American Express: “Yes, the FuckForever vibrating kit I bought was guaranteed for a year of trouble-free use and just eight months later, the damned thing burned out.”
At the register, the clerk finished adding up the damage: “That’ll be…$245.92. Cash or charge?” Connie passed her that Little Green Card. As she wrote up the charge slip, the clerk said, “Oh, since you bought more than two hundred worth, you have a choice of twelve free batteries or a tube of our special fruit-scented orgy lube.”
The Japanese woman had wandered close. “Excuse me. Take thebatteries. The lubricant smells awful and tastes worse.”
They looked at the clerk. “Tastes like shit,” she agreed. “Dogs run screaming when they smell it.”
Connie signed her invoice while asking, “Do you come here often?”
“Until a year ago, never. But since my gentleman friend left me… almost every month.”
Connie passed back the slip and gave the Japanese woman a long look. “Did he go blind or stupid?”
The woman smiled charmingly. “He could not remain sanguine in the face of my sapphic infidelities.”
Connie blinked and then it registered. “Ahhh, well, I’m very sorry. I’m Connie and I am pleased to have met you…”
“Emily.” She shook Connie’s hand, then turned to Kim.
“This is Kim.”
“A delight.” She held Kim’s hand a moment longer than necessary. “Perhaps we will meet again, here.”
“That’d be nice,” Kim stammered. Connie accepted their bagged purchase from the clerk and they left.
Outside, in the now-blowing snow, Connie said, “I think she’d like to join us.”
“I — I think I might have liked that, too — but not tonight. Not now.” She took a deep breath. exhaling billows of steam in the chill night. “Well, I’m parked in the garage up Sixth.” She led Connie, for change. As they waited to cross Sixth Avenue, Kim finally said, “Would you be mad if I said I wish we could’ve gotten her name?”
“Furious.” Connie held a piece of white tag board in front of Kim’s face. It was a business card. Emily’s name, address and office and home phone numbers were on it. “She slipped it in my pocket while she was giving you goosebumps.”
“She’s an lawyer?”
“So we have to call her. Didn’t your mother always want to see you get involved with a doctor or lawyer? Light’s changed.” Connie strode out onto Sixth Avenue, leaving a stunned Kimberly rooted in drifting snow behind her. Kim barely caught up before the light changed. She scooped snow from the nearest car — which was parked at a fire hydrant — and delivered said snow to the back of Connie’s neck. They shrieked and giggled and raced to the garage.* * *
“Let’s see, this goes here — I think…”
Kim watched as Connie tried to decipher the straps for the Joni’s Butterfly. It was an absurdly flesh-colored triangle of latex, with raised nubbins on the little vertical ridge meant to fit into the labia. It was held in place by elastic red-and-black straps that some fool had probably thought were sexy. One strap went around each thigh at garter height, the other went around the waist.
“I think that’s it.” Connie lifted the small, black plastic control set. “Feels funny.” She popped open the case and inserted a pair of double-A batteries. She snapped the case shut and thumbed the slide switch slightly, until a low buzz was audible — and visible.
“Oooooooh, jeeeeez…” Connie sat, abruptly, on the bed, her eyes out of focus and her nipples hard. Except for the Butterfly, she was as naked as Kim, a state they had reached, with much giggling and caressing and surprising speed, very shortly after closing the door behind them.
Now she was starting to moan as an orgasm gathered in Connie’s flat belly. She saw Kim’s huge, broad nipples hardening, till it looked as if the entire ends of her large, firm breasts were covered with some sort of enormous swellings. Connie’s hips were moving almost against her will as Kim reached over and took the little black control box from Connie’s lax fingers.
“What — ” Connie started to ask, and then Kim thumbed the control up higher. The buzzing sound grew louder.
So did Connie.
“AUUUGGGHHH!” She dropped both hands over the latex and crammed it against her cunt as she fell back, writhing, on the bed, her legs bent over the edge and her belly rippling as the orgasm tore through her. Kim leaned over and lightly tongued Connie’s ferociously swollen left nipple, then the right one. and finally lowered the rheostat control to its lightest setting — without turning it off.
“You gotta try this,” Connie gasped when her orgasms had subsided sufficiently to allow speech.
Kim nodded and dropped the control box to the bed beside her still spasming lover. She stood, young, voluptuous and burning with lust, and began fixing her Butterfly in place. Connie simultaneously loaded a pair of double-A batteries into the control box for Kim’s device. Connie’s hands were trembling.
As soon as Kim had snapped the last garter into place, Connie thumbed the slide control and watched Kim’s face go slack with pleasure. She reached up to her and guided Kim down onto her while Kim groped for and found the control for Connie’s Butterfly.
They pushed the controls up at the same time as they kissed. Instantly, each locked the other in a rib-bruising embrace as the little latex nubbins began vibrating on their engorged clits and sopping pussies, sending both into paroxysms of pleasure.
As they writhed together, Kim gradually used her greater size and strength to spread Connie’s arms and legs on the bed beneath her. Her tits hung right over Connie’s face, a happy situation of which Connie quickly took full advantage. She mouthed Kim’s gorgeous nipples, trying and failing to get a liplock on them, then lightly clamping her teeth on the turgid, over-sized teats. She worried one, then the other, then rapidly turned her head from side to side, the faster to work her young lover high and farther into orgasm.
Kim simultaneously ground her pelvis down at Connie till their Butterflys were pressed against each other. Kim used her shins to hold Connie’s ankles against the bed and fucked at her hungrily, grinding Connie’s — and her own — Butterflys into their cunts and clits.
“C’mon, you slut!” Kim hissed. “Cum for me! Cum!”
The words suddenly pushed Connie over the edge. She arched up at the larger woman, her cunt contracting hungrily and the dual vibrators hummed and buzzed her into a mammoth orgasm.
Feeling Connie’s explosion triggered Kim’s. She arched her head back and wailed, loud and long, grinding down with her buzzing cunt against Connie’s shaking crotch. Kim shuddered violently and fell off Connie, rolling onto the bed. She was still twitching and shivering when Connie found and lowered the controls on both their vibrator.
Connie recovered first. She stood on unsteady knees and wobbled to the bag containing their other purchases. She bounced off the door jamb on her way out of the bedroom.
Kim gradually came down from her sex-stoned high. She had wanted Connie so desperately that she would have had a series of huge orgasms in any event; the devices had merely triggered the explosions. Yet, for all her cumming, she still craved Connie — and more!
Slowly, Kim became aware of the sound of running water. Shower? No, it was the kitchen. She tried to call out a question to Connie, but found her throat wasn’t working quite right at the moment.
Then the water stopped and a few seconds later, Connie returned — carrying the butt plug, the U-shaped dildo with the knobs and the enormous, 20-inch long double-dong.
“I’d forgotten how much it turns me on to the pushed around a little in bed — and how juicy I get when my lover talks dirty!” She dropped the toys on the bed beside Kim. “Now, get your K-Y out, honey, because I’m really feeling slutty, now!”

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