“Oh, fuck. No! No!” I screamed as the dildo spread my pussy wider than I ever had been spread. I pulled on the cuffs holding my arms in place, hopelessly trying to escape.
Roy kept pushing. Thankfully, I was soaking wet and I felt inch after inch of the fake cock disappear inside me. Just when I thought he would rip my insides out, Roy began to slowly fuck me with his toy.
I simply moaned incoherently with each thrust. Tom’s body pressed against mine from behind and his cock threatened to enter my virgin ass.
“Do you still want to cum?” Roy asked.
“God, yes! Let me cum, please.”
“Tell me one more time what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me and let me cum. Please!”
“Tom, I think she wants a real cock in her. Can you do the pleasure?” Roy said.
“Gladly.” Tom moved around to face me as Roy methodically pulled out the fake cock. When it was finally removed I felt incredibly empty.
Without saying a word, Tom moved into place and put his cock where the toy had just been. With one violent, sudden thrust he was inside me.
“Ahhhhh, fuck,” I cried. But not from pain.
The next minute or two were pure ecstasy. Tom’s cock was big and long and thick, but not like the toy. It explored every inch of my pussy but didn’t stretch me beyond comfort. It was more than wonderful.
“I need to cum. Now!” I announced.
“Do it,” Tom whispered to me. “Cum for me now.”
All the tension building up since entering the room was released in the strongest orgasm I could ever remember. My screams were only eclipsed by those of Christine. She was being fucked from behind, me from in front. Neither of us could move.
Tom put his hands under my thighs and pulled up my legs, wrapping them around his waist. This allowed even more of his cock to enter me and I came some more. I slammed my body against his while orgasm after orgasm overtook me.
Near the end I felt his warm cum filling my pussy. He grunted loudly, rammed his cock deeper into me and poured multiple shots within me.
When it was over I hung like a ragdoll from the wall, Tom’s limp cock falling out of me. Roy sucked both breasts for a minute, but the feeling wasn’t the same as before.
I looked at Christine. Cum dripped from her face. Her wet and cum-filled pussy was spread open for all of us to see. Her ass was pink from the guy who had been behind her.
“Hey, Paul. Maybe it’s time to move the girls around a little,” Roy said to his friend.
“Yeah. I think a new position would feel good to them. Besides, Christine here needs a shower.”
I was anxious to have my arms freed, but I wasn’t sure I liked the tone of Paul’s voice. Soon, Christine and I were let loose from our constraints. Christine stood up and stretched her back, wiping cum from her chin.
“C’mon here, Christine. You can use this shower.” Paul led her to a corner of the room where a shower head stuck out of the wall. There was no curtain, just a drain under her feet. Christine adjusted the hot and cold until she was satisfied, then tilted her head back and let the water run over her. Everybody in the room was captivated by the show. The water poured over her luscious body and all the men, especially Roy who had not fucked me, got hard at the sight.
“God, I could watch this all day,” Tom said.
I looked at his semi-erect cock. “Obviously.”
When she was done and dried off, Paul took Christine and put her wrists in nooses that hung from the ceiling. I was led to a small table, where my hands were tied to the corners. The table hit my stomach as I bent awkwardly over it.
“Play time is over, girls. It’s time for the real punishment to begin,” Roy said.
I tilted my head in an effort to see what was happening. I heard the guys moving around, but never actually saw what they were doing. My first clue was when I heard a loud swish, followed by Christine’s recognizable squeal. Then another.
In the few seconds it took me to put two and two together, I heard a louder whoosh, followed by the most intense tingling I’d ever felt in my ass. The second one was worse. The initial contact was bad, but when the whip—or whatever they were using—was dragged across my ass, an unusual feeling occurred. It was much more sensual. Almost pleasurable.
Then I realized it was something with a series of very thin strips of material that was hitting me. And after a dozen strikes, the tears were back in my eyes and my pussy was soaking wet again. Whoever was hitting me was aiming lower now, more around my pussy than my ass.
“Spread those nice legs, Rachel. Open up for us.” It was Paul’s voice, but I didn’t know who was hitting me. It didn’t matter.
Across the room, I heard Roy say, “How’s that feel on those nipples, babe? Want me to stop?”
I didn’t hear anything.
“Want me to stop, Christine?”
“No,” I heard her whimper.
Meanwhile, my ass and pussy were repeatedly thwacked. Each time, the material was dragged over my sensitive pussy, rubbing against my clit…making me hotter and hotter. I couldn’t imagine what it must have felt like against the nipples, like Christine was getting. My pussy throbbed even more thinking about it.
I found myself thrusting my ass higher into the air, attempting to increase the contact with my clit while, at the same, dreading the pain of the next strike. My mind and body were in total conflict and the eroticism of it all was driving me closer to another orgasm.
Christine’s screams were also a weird mix of suffering and sex. I would have loved to watch, but I was limited to my dark little space, having to concentrate on my own ‘punishment’.
Whoever was whipping me began to hit me in such a way that the material was coming up between my legs, wrapping around my pussy, then being pulled back across my clit. This guy knew what he was doing. Then I realized it wasn’t Roy. I could see just enough to recognize him, naked, at my side. He was stroking his very long cock, aiming it at my back and ass. The look on his face was precious. He truly enjoyed what was happening.
Nobody said it wasn’t OK to cum, so I let myself get closer and closer. I would have given anything to be able to rub my clit harder. But the intermittent, brief contact of the whip had its own effect on me. A good one.
I moaned louder with each smack, rocked my ass as if I was fucking the whip, and shook my head in agony. I kept thinking, ‘The next one will put me over the edge.’ But I needed more and more.
Finally, mercifully I started to cum.
“God, yes! Yes! Don’t stop! Please!”
My body pounded against the table. I pulled up with my arms and lifted the legs off the floor for a second from the raw energy of my orgasm. Then I heard Christine obviously cumming and it excited me even more.
Whack. Whack. Dragging across my clit.
And then Roy groaned and I looked just in time to see a long stream of white cum pouring out of his cock onto my ass. He came a half dozen times and my pussy continued to pulse with the thrill of everything happening to me. Never in my dreams did I think I could cum like that so soon after being hung from the wall and submitted to Roy’s awesome toy.
“You are unbelievable,” Roy said to me. “Fucking unbelievable.”
I was too exhausted to respond. Sweat dripped onto the table below my head and I thought back to the woman I saw leaving the basement. Know I knew.
Christine and I were freed, once again, from our restraints. She was a mess. Her hair—usually extremely well-kept—looked like it hadn’t been washed in a week. A mixture of cum and her own juices dripped down her thighs. Her breasts were a bright pink.
“Well, well,” Paul said with a smile. “I think you two can rest for a minute, then take a shower. Together.”
Hmmmm. This was turning into a GREAT party.
The End
Lunch Break
We’ve been friends for ages. Well, it’s seemed like ages, when in reality, it hasn’t been but about two-and-a-half years. Weekly lunches, chats, emails, phone calls… Celebrating good times. Mourning over bad. Venting about work. Enjoying off times. All of it has gone in to making a rich friendship that, like good soap, just gets better, more mellow and longer-lasting with the passage of time. It’s hard to remember there was a time when he wasn’t in my life.
James had found me online and revealed he was local. A couple of weeks later, he found me in person, successfully seeking me out at a craft market. (That evening I took that information off my website. I mean, I’d gotten lucky with James, but there are some crazies out there.) The first meeting was pleasant, ending with a hug. I was nervous; he was sweet. I remember thinking, He looks darker in his pictures.
Beautiful blue eyes sparkled behind burgundy-framed glasses. A shock of sandy blond hair – now bearing subtle hints of grey a few years later – capped his head. He was tall and, well, geeky. But sexy geeky. After all, how many geeks ride a red and black Harley? This sexy geek also came with long denim-clad legs and an ass that frankly made me envy his bike. As I said, I’d gotten lucky. It didn’t hurt that I’m a bit geeky myself, as well as having a thing for motorcycles.
Standing together, we look rather like Mutt and Jeff. Standing at 6'2", James dwarfs my 5'3" frame. He’s light to my darker coloring. He’s a complete math and computer whiz whereas I can rip apart and analyze the written or spoken word in a matter of moments, but have to have his help to create formulas. He’s ultra laid-back; I’m rather obsessive. Our most obvious point of similarity is our shared enjoyment of eroticism. Yet, we can talk for hours about anything and everything, not just sex and erotic literature.
Our friendship had been moving along very well for years. After my most recent breakup, James had suggested helpfully that I needed some new cock to get over the old. Even through digital print as his words scrolled across the screen in the instant messaging window, I could hear the hope in his words: “I want to be that new cock.” I disappointed and flattered him when I agreed it was a good idea, but stated, without him ever having asked, that he couldn’t be the new cock. The frowning emoticon told me I’d guessed what was on his mind. I didn’t want him as my new cock, because new cocks eventually become old cocks, and no way did I ever not want him to be a part of my life; he’s just too good a friend.
A series of shocks ripped through James’s life soon after that. He found out his ex-wife was moving out-of-state and taking their children with her. His girlfriend of three years dumped him. Then, a few weeks ago, he got the word that his ex-girlfriend had tried to kill herself. He needed a place where he could just be, could just talk and emote however would be most helpful. Our usual lunch spot was out; I sensed he wouldn’t be comfortable expressing himself most freely there. So I invited him over for lunch.
He arrived early, catching me in the middle of putting my makeup on. In all the years we’d been friends, he’d never seen me that natural before. As I opened the door to him, something shifted, changing a dynamic that had been stable for months into something new and potent. He closed and locked the door, his very presence filling the tiny entry way. He reached out to hug me, but the dark storm lurking behind his enchanting blue eyes warned me that this would be different. Trustingly I went into his arms, not knowing what would happen, what portent the storm bore, but certain that James would never hurt me. As we hugged, I looked up at him, and that was all the invitation he needed. As his lips met mine, the storm surged around us, pummeling us with heat and fury. Tongues, mouths, hands… Every touch brought a sigh of surrender, a growl of conquest. Fingers tunneled through hair, grasping and pulling, claiming kiss after kiss. Standing on tip-toes, my body was pressed fully against his, and the evidence of his arousal behind the fly of his jeans ground into the softness hidden behind my linen pants.
We broke apart, stunned by what we’d just shared. Years we’d been together and neither of us had ever imagined that passion that hot ran between us. He went over to my computer and began working on debugging a problem while I fixed lunch. My hands trembled as I plated our food. Yet, I couldn’t help but be struck at the domesticity of the scene.
Lunch wound down and we sat on the floor, looking out at the colorful riot of flowers and verdant green trees in the back of my townhouse as we talked softly, not wanting to intrude on the fragile peace of the moment. After a while, we both knew he had to get up and return to work, either on my computer problem or for his real boss. Our eyes caught and held. Edging towards me, James said, “You are beautiful.” We kissed again, yet this time we could take it further. Hands and mouths were free to explore warm, bare skin. Clothes were left in a pile on the floor as we tangled together, savoring that first feel of each other’s naked body. My fingers found his golden nipples hidden among the light sworls of hair on his chest. My teeth nipped at it and my tongue laved it as my hand caressed down his body, over his belly, until I found his turgid length lying against his hip.
My questing hand wrapped around it, eliciting a moan from James. I hadn’t really looked at it as he was getting undressed, hadn’t really been paying attention. But now, as my small hand struggled to encircle his girth, my head jerked up from where I’d been teasing his nipples and looked with awe at the treasure I’d discovered. “Holy shit! You are thick! I had no idea!”
James raised his head long enough to give me a saucy smile. “I’m glad you approve.”
“Oh, I definitely do,” I replied as my mouth lowered for a taste. A dew drop of precome glistened on the tip and as I took that first lick, I was struck my how familiar, yet, how new his flavor was to me. My mouth enveloped him, testing the size and the fit, glorying in the taste and smell of his musk. “I’ve fantasized about doing this for you for a long time, honey.”
“Will I get to watch you swallow?”
“Uh huh,” I replied around his length.
I worked his cock with my hand and mouth, stroking up from the bottom as I drew deeply on James’s tumescence. His hand found mine and our fingers interlaced as I pleasured his cock, creating a new kind of intimacy. I could feel his legs begin to tremble as his orgasm approached, and finally my efforts were rewarded with the erotic taste of his hot come in my mouth.
I crawled back up his body, wanting to share his taste with him in a kiss. As his hands roamed over me, kneading and caressing my full breasts, tantalizing me to new heights, his whispered words sent delicious shivers down my spine, “Do you want to be licked?”
With a cheeky smile I responded, “Like you have to ask? I never turn down oral.” As James situated himself between my legs, his mouth found my throbbing clit, gently sucking on it and giving it the occasional nibble. My back arched up off the floor and our fingers interlocked as he drove me ever closer to my peak. “You do that very well,” I said (understatement of the year). A soft chuckle against my center was his only response.
Suddenly my entire body tensed as my orgasm swept over me, my hips bucking against his mouth as our hands tightened together. At long last I floated down while he just sat back on his heels and watched me, listening to my contented sighs and admiring the post-coital rapture on my face. He settled beside me to take me in his arms and kiss me, allowing me the erotic “after experience” of tasting myself and him combined. Eventually, duty’s demands required he return to work.
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A few weeks passed, and our schedules didn’t allow us the opportunity to meet for lunch. By the time we were able to get together, I was craving him. Each night I fell asleep remembering the taste of him in my mouth. I fantasized about how amazing his cock would feel inside me, the width stretching me and the succulent curve arching against my g-spot better than any vibrator ever could. His deep voice on the phone lit my nerves, causing delightful shivery sensations to slide down my spine before settling in my womb. Once I was asleep, James filled my dreams, each one leaving me aching and hotter than before.
Once he was inside, I wasted no time in plastering my body to his and tilting his head down towards mine for a much longed for kiss. He tasted new and familiar all at once, and something in his kiss brought back the sweetness of teen romantic kisses when kissing was still novel. When we finally came up for air, he suggested we go ahead and go get lunch. I slipped my shoes on and grabbed my purse.
“If it were possible to die from horniness, I’d be terminal,” I quipped as I opened the door. James’s hand slammed against the door above my head, closing it again. His other arm came around my waist as he began to nibble and bite my neck.
“Is your life expectancy getting shorter?” he rasped in my ear, his warm breath tickling the swirl.
“Mmm, yes.”
“How about now?” His hand found a breast and began to tease the nipple through my silk blouse and I could feel his hardness against my bum.
“Oh, yes,” I sighed, grinding against him.
“Bet it’s getting really short now.” Long, agile fingers unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans while his other hand continued to torment my breast. I gasped as his fingers found my throbbing clit through my now damp thong.
James gently pushed me until I was bending over at the waist. He pushed my jeans and panties down and told me to grab the doorknob. I heard the soft rasp as his zipper slid down. “And what about now?” he asked as his cock slid over my exposed cheeks. The air from the vent above us cooled the precome where it trailed against my skin.
“Oh god, yes! I’m dying here!” I almost begged as I felt his member slipping between my cheeks. A pause at my virgin pucker made me wince (Surely not in my untrained ass!), but I relaxed again as his swollen head found my slit. Still he denied us both, resting his head just inside the opening, barely stretching me. I tried to rock back to take his length, but he held my hips steady, not letting me gain control.
Finally, at long last he slid it home, burying his cock in my pussy all the way to the base, filling me fuller and deeper than I’ve ever experienced. With one hand I was holding the doorknob, and the other was bracing against the doorframe. Even as he pounded me, ramming his thick penis into my juicy cunt over and over again, I rode him just as hard, rocking backwards to meet every thrust. My calves were screaming from the torture as I stayed on my toes and my breasts were swaying inside my blouse, the soft material teasing the hard tips. His tight sac smacked my clit with every thrust until finally… “Oh god James! Oh fuck, yes! Come with me honey!” I felt his body tense behind me as mine went taut in that moment before exultant pleasure swamped us both. His hot come exploded inside of me as my cunny squeezed and milked his cock, claiming every bit of his essence as mine.
I collapsed against the door, letting it bear my weight and his. His rapidly deflating member slowly slid out, dragging a trail of come with it. A solitary drop tickled as it made its way down the inside of my thigh. James held me close against him as we waited for our breathing to return to normal. After several long moments, he asked, “Shall we go to lunch now?”
Lunch was a rather hurried affair; the chemistry still zapped between us, making each of us acutely aware of the other. There was the silent understanding that after lunch we’d be picking up where we’d left off. Returning to my place, we rushed inside, anxious to feel each other again. We kissed as we stumbled down the hall to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes in our wake. Naked and yearning, we fell together onto the bed, his weight welcome upon me. Of their own volition, my legs spread, cradling his hips between my soft thighs and granting his cock entrance into my channel, still wet from our earlier lovemaking. Even after the hard fucking he’d given me earlier, his thick member still stretched and filled me. And… Ohhh my! Long into many a night I’d fantasized about what his penis would feel like, how its curve would massage my g-spot perfectly. Even as good as my imagination is, nothing could have prepared me for the reality.
My head spun with each thrust, the intensity of the sensation taking my breath. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. I wrapped my legs around his flanks, meeting each thrust with the arch of my hips. Our fingers were interlocked and his eyes stared down into mine, shutting out everything but us in our own little microcosm of pleasure. His pubis ground against my throbbing clit, giving me that extra stimulation I was craving. With a gasp, a cry, a scream, I came, whimpering his name over and over. Yet still he kept on, plunging in and out of my hole, knowing he’d take me to another one. Again, his cock rubbed my g-spot, firing nerve endings throughout my body, all centered around my feminine core. I continued to ride him from my position beneath him, wanting him to share in this pleasure and yearning to feel his hot come exploding inside me.
Panting, gasping, crying, whimpering… I kept riding the intense sensations of James’s lovemaking. As they built, I was begging for release again, but he maintained the same rhythm, meant only to drive me to a fathomless, mindless ecstasy. I was nearly there. Then he stopped. He released my hands long enough to reach into the drawer in the bedside table and pull out my large butt plug. My juices, now flowing copiously from our lovemaking, provided plenty of lubrication as he slid the thick toy into my bum hole. With it securely in place and set to a seductive speed, James once more took my hands and continued his thrusts. Once more the pleasure built, though this time it was higher and more intense than it’d been before. We released each other’s hands, James to pinch my nipples and me to hold on to him as I rode out the ecstasy.
His thrusts started coming harder and faster. He ground his pubic bone against mine, catching my clit in the middle, rubbing and pressing it hard. “Oh gawd! Fuck!” I panted out. Then the euphoria overtook me until I was out of my mind with it. I clawed, I bit, I scratched. I screamed, my passionate cries echoing off the vaulted ceiling. That’s the last thing I remember.
When I came to just a few moments later, James was up on one elbow, looking down at me and smiling. He pushed my hair back off my face as he said simply, “Beautiful.” I said nothing with words, just looked up at him, a satisfied smile on my face, and ran my fingers through his thick hair. Vaguely I was aware of his deflated cock slipping out of me in a puddle of our juices and the plug still hummed in my back door, now feeling rather invasive and uncomfortable. I winced when I saw the damage I’d done. Red welts covered his back and chest, some of them oozing a little blood. Fingernail marks peppered his body, red quarter moons against his pale skin. A bite mark graced his left shoulder, a very dark hickey danced with the pulse at the base of his throat.
I kissed him deeply before untangling myself from him and removing the plug. I went into the bathroom but came back a couple of minutes later with a warm washcloth and some balm for the scratches. I cleaned and doctored each love mark, helped him dress, kissed him good-bye and sent him back to work. There would, after all, be other lunch breaks.
The End
ThanksGiving-it-to-her
Many stories were told around the table at Thanksgiving this year, but there was one big story that wouldn’t make it out into the open. At the table was Bob, 55, his daughters Marie, 28, and Melanie, 25, Melanie’s husband Ryan, 29, and Marie’s “roommate” Tanya, 28. Everybody at the table had their share of secrets. One of them was Tanya, who, though openly gay, kept her relationship with Marie a secret per Marie’s request. The girls had an open relationship, but Marie didn’t want her dad to know she was bi and that she was living with a lesbian. But on Bob’s last visit to see his daughter, he had discovered this on his own. Marie didn’t know. Tanya didn’t even know he knew.
Maybe if Tanya had known about his being informed, it would’ve been easier to deal with what had happened just the other day…
Tanya had picked up Bob the other night at the Vegas airport and showed him around the strip while Marie finished up a late night at work. But there had been an incident thanks to some dancing and a little too much drink that caused a very difficult moment. The pumping and grinding had led to Bob cumming on Tanya’s back when she went too far in trying to help him enjoy himself on the dance floor.
It marked the first time Tanya had ever felt a man’s cum–an experience she’d never been interested in before, but now couldn’t get out of her mind. The two of them had done very well in forgetting about the incident and acting as though it’d had never happened, but only so far as the public was concerned. Inside, Bob couldn’t stop thinking about other things he’d like to introduce the beautiful lesbian to, and Tanya couldn’t stop thinking about how erotic that cum felt as it slid down her back and the crack of her ass.
All through dinner, the two kept thinking about their moment. They had been seated next to each other by coincidence, so it was hard to forget. They said very little as the dinner went on.
Afterward, they avoided each other during the clean-up and the lazy, post-Thanksgiving dinner lounging around. They even were of the same mind when they sat down in the living room; they sat on opposite ends of the couch so they wouldn’t have to look at each other, and they had Marie sitting between them.
Hours went by as the group talked and drank wine and watched TV, until finally Ryan was the first of the five to go off to bed. Neither Bob nor Tanya would remember how long after that it was that they fell asleep, but when they woke up, the TV played some infomercial, the clock on the DVD player read 2am, and they were the only ones that hadn’t gone off to bed. Still on opposite ends of the couch, both were still drowsy from their naps, and both pretended to be still asleep.
Each had their reasons for not simply getting up and going to their bed. For Bob, he was in a position that allowed his eyes to wander over Tanya’s body. He peeked at her and admired her form in the rather tight t-shirt and snug sweat pants. Tanya was not fat but was big, standing tall and having great curves all around. Her C-cups pressed against the thin material of the t-shirt. She was Asian American, with a very exotic, beautiful face and impossibly dark hair.
Tanya stayed for a much more interesting reason. Though she had always thought Bob was attractive, men not being her thing meant it was always an innocent observation. Even now she knew she wasn’t really attracted to him. But she was very interested in him nonetheless. She couldn’t stop thinking about that moment when she felt his cum spraying on her, and her body tingled in desire for it to happen again. Though she couldn’t believe it, Tanya was feeling tempted by a real dick for the first time in her life. She wanted to stay here, alone with him on this couch, because as long as they were both there, it gave a possibility that something would happen.
Tanya had no intention of doing anything. She just loved how her chest tightened at the feeling of being so close. She wanted to try things she’d never considered before, but she knew only the fantasy would be possible. There was just no way of making it look like an accident.
Minutes went by, with neither of them moving. The TV volume was low enough that they could hear each other breathing, but couldn’t tell if the other was awake or not.
The fire between Tanya’s legs and her own curiosity got the better of her though, and she decided to make a bold but relatively tame move. Pretending to be asleep just in case Bob was awake, Tanya shifted on the couch and lay down on her side, bringing her head to lie right next to Bob’s thigh. Even bolder, however, was her left hand which fell limply but intentionally on the top of Bob’s thigh, just inches from his crotch.
Fear and misjudging distance with her eyes closed had kept the move from being a success. Tanya had wanted to have her hand rest on Bob’s crotch. Now that she had made the big move, she’d have to make another small move to reach her target, which would make her intentions more obvious if Bob was wake to notice. But she had gone this far, and even though she didn’t know what she hoped to gain by feeling him, Tanya waited a long minute before moving her hand again, sliding up until she felt his dick beneath his jeans…his hard dick.
The surprise caught her so off guard that she opened her eyes and looked up to see if he was awake before even thinking about that if he was, he would see that she was, too. To her horror, Bob was awake, and in his own surprise he had looked down at her face. They locked disbelieving eyes for a second before quickly looking away. They closed their eyes again, each pretending to be asleep again even though they knew that part of this charade was over.
Minutes went by and neither moved. Except Bob’s cock got harder under Tanya’s limp hand, and Tanya felt herself growing wetting between her own legs, and she could feel her nipples pressing against the fabric of her tight t-shirt.
When nothing had happened for several minutes, Bob decided that Tanya was staying because she still wanted to pretend that they weren’t playing this game, and that it was his turn. So he moved his hand as if it were an inadvertent shift mid-sleep until it rested on Tanya’s chest, his palm feeling her hard nipple. When Tanya didn’t make a move to respond to this right away, Bob knew he had done the right thing, especially when the nipple seemed to grow harder.
Tanya was fast talking herself into this game. Obviously Bob was awake, and he wanted to continue. If she had been honest with Bob and hadn’t been pretending to be straight all these years for Marie, this would have been impossible. But–because she didn’t know Bob knew she was gay–Tanya figured that, from his point of view, this could just be construed as two somewhat alcohol-impaired heterosexuals getting friendly.
But Bob knew Tanya was gay. He knew this was a big deal, and he desperately wanted to be a part of it.
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He slipped his hand down the neck of her t-shirt and cupper her breast directly.
Bob’s daring advance caught Tanya completely off-guard. Her body went tense and yet it boiled with excitement. She inadvertently pushed her chest up against his hand to feel its power and warmth. It wasn’t a blatant move, but she knew Bob felt it. He felt so good against her hot skin, and Tanya let out a soft gasp in spite of herself.
She also began to gently rub Bob’s erection with her formerly limp hand.
Tanya couldn’t believe it even as she made up her mind to do it. Off all the guys to be her first, here she was with her lover’s father!
The pretending was out the window at this point, but neither Tanya nor Bob felt comfortable facing each other yet. Tanya took the next step by turning her face and kissing Bob’s arm as he slowly, softly, began to knead her hot tit. Each kiss sent jolts of electricity through Bob’s body, and his erection wasn’t merely growing, it was throbbing. Tanya eventually used her kisses to direct Bob’s hand back out of her shirt until she was sucking on his fingers one at time, her eyes still closed as if she was unaware of what she was doing.
The absence of Bob’s hand on her breast made Tanya even hotter than when it had been there because she wanted to feel him again so terribly. Eyes staying closed, she grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up and over her breasts, giving him his first ever look (though she didn’t know if he had his eyes open to see this), then brought both of her hands to Bob’s lap and began fumbling with his zipper.
Bob’s eyes were open, and the only thing that could have drawn them from the mouth-watering mounds of bronze flesh was Tanya’s feminine fingers–fingers that had never really touched a man before–reaching into his jeans and pulling out his raging hard cock.
Tanya quivered when she grabbed Bob with both hands and felt his stiffness and heat. Wanting more, she scooted up and tilted her head back until she had her head beside him. Because she was on her back, Tanya met Bob’s cock with her face turned upside-down, which again only made her hotter because it was a position that only made touching him harder. Bob took his wet fingers from her mouth and grabbed one of her tits again. This freed her to open her mouth and she gasped, reaching for the cock with her lips while pulling it towards herself with her hands. There was no way she could suck him in this position, but she didn’t want to. She just wanted to feel him against her face. And so Tanya held the hard dick to her, panting from the excitement of it. She rubbed it back and forth across her forehead and nose and even her lips, which she hadn’t had the mindset to think of wetting yet.
Bob put both hands on Tanya’s tits and massaged them with a strong yet sensual touch. They were spectacular breasts, and he couldn’t remember ever handling a pair so soft and full. But as seconds went by and Tanya continued to writhe at his crotch, he didn’t consider that she was teasing herself with him. Bob figured she wanted him, and so he ran his hands down past her chest, across her taut tummy, and then grabbed her by the waist and lifted and pulled her up to him, turning her on her side so that she was now face to face with his aching erection.
Tanya was surprised when Bob moved her, but she was also intensely aroused. Now she could take his cock into her mouth. But for a while she just held it and stared at it. She had fucked dildos before, but never sucked on one. The thought never excited her. But now, with a real, pulsing cock just an inch from her lips, Tanya was so hungry should couldn’t contain herself, and yet she was terrified to take the next step. And then she remembered her charade–she was supposed to be, in Bob’s eyes–a straight woman. So if she continued to hesitate, he would think something was wrong. So Tanya finally just went for it.
She took his cock head between her lips and sucked on it, repositioning her body without even realizing it until she was on her knees beside him. Tanya took Bobs cock in one hand and cupped his balls with the other as she sucked on just his tip, swirling her tongue around him there but not bobbing down. She heard Bob fight to catch his breath, and it excited her. She felt her heart about to beat right out of her chest. It didn’t feel right, what she was doing. It felt alien to her to have this penis in her mouth, but Tanya couldn’t deny how hot it was making her, and how she had no desire to take it out.
At her other end, Bob tugged at Tanya’s sweatpants until they slipped down over her luscious ass, revealing black panties framing her two delicious orbs. Bob grabbed onto her ass, sending a spark through her, and suddenly Tanya plopped her lips off his dick and slid up to kiss Bob full and hard on the mouth. She pushed her breasts against his chest, held the back of his head with one hand while slipping her other hand down her panties to touch herself. But even that self-stimulation didn’t satisfy her as much as feeling Bob’s strong cock in her fingers, and Tanya quickly grabbed hold of him again at the base, pumping him strong but slowly.
Tanya’s kiss was very wet, laced with pre-cum, and filled with passion.
“I want to taste you,” she said in a needful, hushed voice. Then, forgetting or not caring that she was supposed to be an expert, she said, “Tell me what to do”.
Bob directed her off only so he could get up and remove his clothes. Taking the cue, Tanya did the same at first, fully removing her t-shirt and sweats, but too cock-obsessed to take the time to remove her panties. She had nuzzled her head back into Bob’s crotch, feeling him against her face, just as he was removing the last of his clothing.
Bob wanted to talk her through this, and he knew that she had asked for it, but he was enjoying feeling the beautiful young lesbian explore him. He said nothing and let Tanya decide what to do next as he sat back down on the couch. He sat with his back to the armrest and his legs stretched out over the cushions, one on either side of Tanya who still kneeled before him. Like a holy offering, his cock sat long and hard before her, and she dipped down to lick it’s full length. For minutes she continued this, lapping at him without sucking, until finally she had worked herself up enough to take him in her mouth once again.
This time she didn’t just tongue him, but actually sucked, moving up and down. She was definitely new, Bob thought, and he stiffened each time he felt her teeth gently scrape against him, but the tension it created made it even hotter. He held her head in his hands to help guide her, though she was doing most of the work herself. Soon she was really moving on him, and Bob knew he couldn’t have nor did he want to slow her down. He reached under her, grabbed her huge, swinging tits, supported their weight in his hands, and just held on for the ride.
It wasn’t long and he was moaning. Even the rookie cocksucker could sense what was coming.
“I want to swallow you,” she said, though she didn’t sound convincing. Sucking a cock was easy enough; actually swallowing a load of semen was a whole new ball game.
Still, hearing those words gave all the inspiration Bob needed, and suddenly he was shooting his seed and grunting, trying to keep as quiet as possible so as not to awake the others. He filled Tanya’s mouth, who kept sucking him the whole time he came, but he could tell she wasn’t swallowing. Her cheeks puffed out as he flooded her, and when she finally pulled off his cock and stood up before him on her knees, Tanya kept her lips tightly shut. A thick sheen of white goo clung to both lips. Her eyes were wide with fear of what to do next. Apparently she didn’t want to swallow her first load of cum after all, but she didn’t know what to do with it.
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“You can spit it out,” Bob said, but he was interrupted by Tanya shaking her head. Then she made a move like she was trying to fight her body and swallow the cum, but Tanya gagged and had no choice but to open her mouth. The whole load spilled out and cascaded down her body, on and between her tits, across her stomach and down over the fabric of her panties. She grabbed at it with her hands to try and catch some, but all she succeeded in was further spreading and smearing the mess.
The sight was just too much for Bob to take. He was still so hot that he couldn’t help himself, and he sat up and pulled Tanya into his arms, grabbing her and pushing her back while positioning himself to stuff his miraculously still hard cock inside of her. Their bodies rubbed together, squishing and smearing the thick trail of cum, creating an awful mess of slick sperm, but neither cared, and in fact it just riled them up more to know how uninhibited they were being.
Bob pulled aside Tanya’s cum-soaked panties and rubbed his slippery head against her pussy only briefly before pushing into her. She took him with ease, as she was used to having dildos fuck her, but no piece of rubber or plastic had ever excited her as much as this real, cum-coated flesh. If all felt so alive and energetic. Tanya clamped her pussy so tight around Bob that it was all he could do to stifle his scream. Their bodies lubricated in hot cum, the two fucked up a fast, hard rhythm right away. Bob couldn’t believe his luck, being a 55 year old widower who was spending Thanksgiving fucking the cum out of a gorgeous lesbian that was half his age. He pounded and pounded her, and she pulled him to her, her hands, wet with cum, rubbing and sliding everywhere. She spread her legs and clamped them around his back.
Amongst their muted moaning and panting, Tanya looked into Bob’s eyes to talk to him again.
“I still want to taste you.”
He kissed her, tasting himself. And then he backed up off her just enough to free his hand from having to support him. Still fucking her, Bob dipped his fingers into the mess of jizz on her tummy and tits, then brought the sticky goo up to Tanya’s lips and fed it to her. While the full load had apparently been too much, eating Bob’s cum a little at a time seemed to be the perfect scenario for Tanya. She slurped and gulped the jizz down, licking his fingers clean each time he brought them back up to her with a new, dripping load.
Bob was getting close to cumming again, but he wanted to make sure Tanya got off before then, so he pulled out of her and rubbed his soaking cock back and forth over her clit, giving what he hoped was a sensation similar to what she might get in the lesbian world. The clit stimulation worked, because Tanya was soon squirming and shaking, and then an orgasm hit her like a bolt of lightening. She thrashed beneath Bob and kissed him hard on the mouth, then begged him to fuck her again in a voice she had to struggle to whisper.
Bob fucked her during the latter half of Tanya’s orgasm, and her pussy squeezed him so intensely that he was instantly cumming again. He shot into her, filling the virgin pussy with a second load of cum before Tanya, feeling it, pulled him out for a second try at taking it down her throat. She directed him up as he shot his white wad, sending streams of cum across her belly, tits, neck, and face before finally she put him in her mouth. He fed her only a couple spurts of sperm before he was done, but Tanya gulped it all, and when she was done, she placed his dick so she could feel it against her face as she smeared the cum on her body deeper into her skin with her hands.
Bob hovered over her face like that for several minutes, loving the feeling of his sticky cock softening against Tanya’s pretty face. He even moved a little to rub his balls over her nose and eyes a few times. But then his legs started to cramp up, and he had to get up.
Tanya stayed on the couch, her whole body glistening from cum. The couch beneath her was a mess, but she didn’t seem to care. He was ready to get dressed again and try to conceal what had happened–starting by cleaning the couch–but Tanya had other plans. She spread her legs and looked at him, waiting. Her panties were still pushed to the side, so her naked pussy was in full view, covered with his cum.
Bob wasn’t sure he really wanted to taste that much of himself by going down on her, but he moved onto his knees beside her anyway, wanting to please her so she wouldn’t have to reconsider on whether on not to do this again. He grabbed her thighs, opened his mouth–
“You still out here?” It was Marie’s voice, groggy from sleep.
Tanya and Bob froze. Marie had come from behind the couch, walked past the back of it and into the kitchen. She hadn’t been able to see Bob from her route, but she would’ve seen Tanya’s head resting on the couch armrest.
“I’ll be in in a minute,” Tanya said, obviously disappointed she was going to have to take a rain check.
Bob grabbed his clothes and rushed into his guestroom while Marie was getting a glass of water in the kitchen. Tanya hurriedly dressed and tried her best to hide the cum on the couch, flipping over cushions and throw pillows.
Marie was still in the kitchen when Tanya finished her haphazard evidence removal, but she still had herself to worry about. She was covered in a film of cum and certainly smelled of sex. She jumped into the bathroom, stuffed her clothes into the bottom of the hamper, then got into the shower.
This was the master bath, and the only people that used this shower were Marie and Tanya, therefore there was no reason to hide the dildo that sat amongst the shampoos and conditioners. After washing, Tanya grabbed it, studied it, and instead of bringing it down between her legs like she so often did, she brought it up…to her lips…and sucked on it.
She wondered what excuse she was going to give Marie, her lover, for taking a shower at 2 in the morning. Because the truth would never do.
And then she wondered how she was going to get Bob alone again so he could finish what they’d started.
The End
Kate’s Night Out
It was a tough day for Kate. At work today she was stuck in a 4 hour meeting with a man she absolutely despised. Lucky for her, her friend Mateo was there to help her endure this ordeal.
She felt absolutely exhausted from the long day when she got home and was grateful to have the house to herself for the weekend since her family went on a short vacation together.
She went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Even tired she was pleased with her own beautiful reflection. Her blond hair flowed gentle along her shoulders and framed her pretty hazel eyes perfectly. Her gentle subtle smile at herself was comforting as she began to disrobe and de-stress from her day.
Off came the tan blazer she work displaying a silky black cami and lacy black bra.
Off came the matching skirt exposing the satiny black thong that she wore on days when she wanted to feel pretty.
Removing the rest of her clothes slowly, she swayed her hips, teasing her twin in the full length looking glass and making herself blush from excitement.
She climbed into the shower but left the door open so that she could watch herself bathe.
The water and soap cascaded down her tall, voluptuous frame.
She grabbed the loofah that she uses to cleanse herself and began a slow sexy dance while she scrubbed the grit and grime of tension off her body. She lifted her breasts one by one and washed them, bringing herself to an amused, warm state.
She giggled inside as she washed her own flat tummy and smooth, firm thighs. Her thighs were like Tina Turner’s thighs. No, they were better. As she shaved her pussy her hands trembled slightly from the self-inflicted sex-rush that she was having. She carefully crafted a thin line of pubic hair down the middle of her mound.
It took a lot of strength to avoid touching herself and putting on a show for herself in the mirror.
She was saving herself for…
For what? For whom?
As Kate dressed for the night she chose the silky white Victoria’s Secret thong that she had been dying to wear. She grabbed her favorite, short and sassy black dress and her black 6 inch stiletto heels. She read somewhere that occasionally wearing shoes like that could actually enhance your sex life because they cause you to clench your pubic floor muscles, thus strengthening them. To hell with that, she wore them because they made her look hot.
She made her way to her favorite dance spot, listening to Trey Songz, Last Time, on the radio. She thought about her friend Mateo and wished he was there. He is such a comfort to have around. No pressure, no agenda, just a neat guy to know.
She grabbed a seat at the bar. She had several drinks and danced with a couple of nice guys. Kate was such a vision of beauty that night that she got tons of attention. Her favorite kind of attention: Guys were attracted to her and friendly but they kept a respectable distance. Well, most of them did anyway.
After her third dance partner of the night, she made her way to the bar to have a tall double Captain and Coke.After finishing about half of it a dark shadow was cast over her right shoulder. As she turned to see who or what was causing it, her breath was lost. There stood the most beautiful man she had ever seen.
He stood over 6 feet tall. Kate, tall and imposing to some, felt tiny next to him. It wasn’t so much a matter of him having height but having a presence about him. He had dark brown curly hair that came down just below his ears. He had piercing, dark eyes that seemed sinister, yet sexy. His broad shoulders were shrouded by a black button up shirt with long sleeves. Although he had it buttoned, you could see the top of his chest. It bulged out enough to show strength but he was clearly not a muscle-head. When he smiled he showed teeth; strong, white and sharp. He seemed so strong and confident that Kate felt herself leaning closer as if drawn by gravity even before he turned to notice her. Their eyes met for a moment, he smiled, said hello and he was gone before she finished her greeting.
His walking away from her like that made her want to get up and follow. She watched in awe of this incredible man as he smoothly walked across the dance floor and took a sit near the back.
He wore brown slacks and shoes and it seemed to go perfectly with the shirt that he was wearing. His shoulders and lower back merged into that manly, sexy V from his shoulders to his waist that most women like to see in a man. His hips and butt hinted that he may be an athlete or some kind. Strong thighs and hamstrings were apparent under the material of his pants.
Kate felt a warm lurch in loins and she became aware that she was getting wet.
She finished her drink and bobbed her head to the music but her mood changed. She refused to dance again when suitors invited her. She noticed no other people at the bar and she was officially in a fog, laced with lust.
As she glanced to where tall dark and handsome was sitting she felt another lurch in her tummy. This one of disappointment as he was no longer there. She paid for her drink and climbed down from her seat. As she started to walk away she dropped her phone. As she stood from picking it up, there he was, this dark sexy figure of a man. He appeared like a unexpected warm summer breeze in April.
He talked in a calm confident manner as he asked her to dance with him one time before she left.
I can’t let you leave without having one dance with me, he said in a voice warm and deep.
Then he grabbed her by the hand as her favorite song started to play, right on cue. He danced the way he walked, sure and confident. He kept the beat and even put a little seductive twist in his hips from time to time, dazzling her with his timing and an occasional brush of his hand on her arm.
Song after song they danced in perfect sync as if they had rehearsed. From afar it appeared a mating dance of a couple who are familiar with one another.
When the slow songs started she waited tentatively to see what he would do. Without hesitation, he took her in his mighty arms and pulled her close. Instinctively she put her arms around his neck and allowed herself to sink into his sturdy frame.
They danced the night away without so much as a word spoken between them. Who is this silent, handsome creature? He had not asked her name even, and did not volunteer his. She felt unnerved and unsure.
When he spoke, it was in a steady, confident pace, articulating like a man sure of what he wanted and used to getting it.
He asked her: will you go for a ride with me, the stars are out, the air is warm, and the night is young.
Refusal was not an option.
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He took her by the hand and led her out to the parking lot. Waiting for them there was a limousine, not all stretched out and gaudy looking but sophisticated, clean and dark, like Mr. Stranger. Inside, the lighting was dim, the leather seating comfortable and the music low and romantic. There was a privacy tinted privacy window and the car was warm and inviting.
They drove around downtown and made their way to Belle Isle park. From there, the lights from the casinos and skyscrapers in Detroit and Windsor were visible.
They rode in silence, hand in hand and gazed at the city lights, the moonlight of the full moon and the stars in the sky. She felt comfortable even with this mysterious man who seemed perfectly okay to not chat her up.
Eventually they made their way to the Anthenium Hotel where he was staying for the weekend. The hotel was classy and well decorated, bronze statues and cherub water fountains adorned the lobby. Everything seemed so dim and dark, from the marble on the floor to the tapestries on the walls. The scene was dim, yet it felt right somehow, not threatening, but warm.
They rode the elevator quietly to the penthouse suite and he led her into the room by the small of her back, causing butterflies in her inner walls.
Inside the suite there was champagne on ice, candle light and gigantic king sized bed cloaked with black satin sheets and warm looking black comforter. Kate immediately felt at home.
Mr. Stranger grabbed her in his arms and planted hungry kisses on her waiting mouth. He made his way down to her neck and nibbled on her hungrily. He bit her neck and that startled her and exhilarated her at the same time.
He expertly undressed her, taking the time to kiss her neck, chest and tummy. As he undressed himself she found herself awestruck at his beauty. His chest had the slightest amount of hair and his stomach was tight and firm. His legs were pillars of steel just like she had imagined as he walked away from her at the disco. His cock swung freely as he removed his boxers (the boxers were black of course). His dick was thick and long and so…healthy looking.
He quietly escorted her to the waiting jacuzzi and they stepped in. Without speaking, his eyes directed her in what she should do next. She leaned in and kissed his lips several times and then she found herself straddling his hips, sitting on top of his semi-rigid cock. They kissed passionately and she went down to suck his nipples and touch his massive chest muscles.
His heartbeat quickened and she could hear it pounding against the inside of his heaving chest. She looked into his eyes, so dark and mysterious and fiery. His hot eyes gave her more instruction, she took a deep breath and ducked under the water. She took his swelling cock into her mouth and began to bob up and down; a challenge while holding her breath in the hot jacuzzi water. Her golden blond hair floated and tickled his 6 pack abs. Soon his cock was standing straight up, at attention. As it rose, it was so tall that she was no longer under water. She could breath and suck and lick and flick her tongue on this wonderful organ of his.
He began to rub her shoulders and soon grabbed her head to bring her up for a kiss. He kissed her hard and deep. He then took her in his arms and hugged her so hard that it took her breath away. Next he led her out of the tub and toweled her off slowly.
They made their way to the king sized bed with the extra large pillows. He sat on the side of the bed and again with his eyes he commanded her to kneel and take his large cock into her mouth. She obliged him willingly. She grabbed his shaft and licked him slowly from the back of his balls to the tip of its head. She sucked him in deeply, taking him into her moist hot throat.
She then squeezed him between her warm soft breasts. She held them together and lifted them again and again giving him an incredible visual as she boob fucked him for what seemed like hours.
He watched intently and when their eyes locked on each other, she knew it was her turn. She climbed on the bed and he gently turned her over and began rubbing her back. As if by psychic knowledge, he found that sweet spot on her lower back that gives her so many problems. He kneaded it, he caressed it and he kissed that spot warmly. She purred encouragement and he lingered there and that relaxed her.
In one smooth motion, he again turned her over, pulled back the comforter and revealed dozens of fragrant black rose pedals. Her head spun with excitement as she snuggled into the bed of roses. He burrowed under the covers and he slowly lifted her knees. He planted warm kisses on her neatly trimmed lips. She sighed deeply, surprising herself at how she was able to surrender to this man.
His tongue was long. It was wet. It was hot. It was inside her and her stomach began to flutter delightfully. He masterfully brought her close to an orgasm but seemed to pull back just before the point of no return.
Before she could catch her breath, he brought himself up to her level and entered her forcefully. He gasped and he felt his cock being squeezed by one of the tightest pussies he had ever tangoed with. He started a slow steady grind against her deep core and brought the speed and force up gradually. Soon she found herself throwing her own legs up near her shoulders and abandoning the warmth of the soft sheets and comforter. This move silently said to him: fuck me…so he did.
He started a frantic pounding of her pussy. God, was he trying to puncture her lungs? It took her breath away to get fucked like this but she loved every minute of it. She loved every thick heavy inch of this man inside her.
Again she got closer to coming. He seemed to sense that and he slowed his pace, teasing her, frustrating her but still, it gave her a chance to savor this gorgeous man who was fucking her brains out. Before she could think, Mr. Stranger pull out! She thought she’d faint at the sudden feeling of emptiness.
He backed up, silently rolled her over and pulled her up on all fours by her hips. Fuck Yes! she thought, this is gonna be good. He entered her from behind and proceeded to pump into her, her butt clapping and bouncing as he drove and drove and drove her closer to the edge. Her orgasm started to grow and glow inside her like a lit candle in her core. She got closer and closer as he fucked deeper and deeper.
All of a sudden he placed his thumb on her ass hole applying just the right amount of pressure and that was all she needed. Her insides spasmed and fireworks exploded around her temples. Her pretty hazel eyes slammed shut and her mouth gaped open. She couldn’t breath and her pussy clamped down on his dick so hard that it hurt him. He continued to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her and he thought to himself: this is the best pussy on the planet.
He came into her, splashing his cum into her with jets of warm wetness. What a mess! Their breathing peaked, their hearts pounded and the sweat poured. The black rose pedals dotted her body as she sank down into the bed and immediately feel asleep.
Awakening the next morning in her own bed, she began to panic. Where had she been? Who was that man? Where did he go? Did that really happen? No, it had to be a dream. She made her way to the shower so she could meet Mateo for breakfast. As she glanced into the full length mirror she stopped dead in her tracks when on her neck she noticed a single bite mark…
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Impregnating Jenny
Jenny Palmer was eighteen, and was thinking about her aunt as she walked home from sixth-form college. She was a pretty auburn-headed girl, slightly plump, with shoulder-length hair and green eyes. She had a slight frown and was distracted: she was trying to work out what was going on with her aunt.
She was living with her Auntie Louise, because her family had moved away and she wanted to stay on and finish her A-levels. Louise wasn’t really her aunt, just a friend of the family; but Jenny had always called her that and Louise had never treated her any differently than an aunt. But living with Auntie Louise was beginning to show Lucy a different side to her aunt that she had never seen before.
First of all, Louise seemed to have at least three regular boyfriends who would come over at all times of day and night. And while she always had dressed quite boringly at family events, she seemed to have an incredible collection of slutty clothes for going out on Friday nights. She would dress up in dark red lipstick, incredibly high heels, and very revealing tops and skirts. Since Louise was tall and dark haired and still only 37 she looked incredibly sexy dressed up like this.
The thing that was most disturbing was how much she talked to Jenny about sex. For one thing Auntie Louise seemed interested in was her time of the month. And then a couple of nights after Lucy moved in, Louise had given Lucy a glass of white wine with dinner. She topped it up twice until Lucy was quite tipsy, and then had sat her down on the sofa and started asking about boys.
Did Jenny have a boyfriend? No. Was she seeing anyone? No. Was she a virgin? Yes, Jenny answered with a blush. As Jenny talked Louise was stroking Jenny’s hair. Did Jenny have any fantasies? Jenny blushed and wouldn’t say anything at this point, so Louise started talking about fantasies.
She said how pretty shy girls like Jenny often had fantasies about being dominated or tied up. This wasn’t wrong or bad, but natural. If, for example, a man tied you up and forced you to have him, then you couldn’t be blamed for what he did. So many young girls unsure about themselves would enjoy these fantasies without having to worry about right and wrong.
Louise went on to describe a favourite fantasy that she had as a young girl, where she had been tied up and then forced to suck a man’s cock and then be fucked by him. Jenny listened, a little shocked, but felt like her whole body was tingling as Louise stroked her hair and described the fantasy in detail.
Jenny had never had any fantasies like this, but that night her dreams were full of images of herself tied and bound, unable to resist as various men took her and used her. She woke up in the middle of the night, her hands between her legs, dripping with wetness and she quickly rubbed herself to a climax.
The real trouble for Jenny came when Louise brought home her latest boyfriend, John. Something about John completely got to Jenny and she found she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. He was about 35 but very lean and fit, dark haired, with a muscular frame and piercing blue eyes. When he first met Jenny he seemed to see straight through her and as he kept eye contact, it seemed to melt her. And try as she could, she always felt her eyes moving to look at him when he was in the room.
She knew Louise had noticed. The older woman looked at Jenny with a smile and said, “Gorgeous, isn’t he? I know you think so because I saw you staring at him.”
Seeing Jenny blush, Louise carried on. “Oh, don’t worry, I don’t mind. I’m not surprised, he’s devilishly attractive… and you should see him in bed! He only has to touch me and I have an orgasm.”
Poor Jenny was bright red by now.
“Anyway dear, don’t worry. You’ll see him again next Wednesday. I’ve invited him round for dinner.” said Louise.
That Saturday Jenny was sitting down to a late breakfast when Auntie Louise said, “Dear, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something. I know you aren’t a child anymore so I’m sure you won’t mind discussing this. It’s just ever since you said you were a virgin I’ve been thinking about it. You don’t want your first experience of sex to be ruined by pain and blood, so you really ought to do something about your hymen.”
Jenny couldn’t believe what Auntie Louise was saying. “Auntie,” she stammered, “what do you mean?”
Louise paused, looking directly at her with her beautiful brown eyes and said, “Well you could always see the doctor, but if you like, I could take care of it for you. I would make it very painless and easy, and then when you do meet the right man you wouldn’t have to worry about it. Anyway, I don’t want you to make any decisions now, just think about it.” And before Jenny could reply, Louise moved matter-of-factly out of the room.
But if Jenny thought that was the end of it, she was quite wrong. That night, Louise brought out a chilled sweet wine. Along with a delicious meal and a DVD they sat on the sofa, and Jenny got tipsy once again.
After the plates were cleared away, Louise pulled Jenny over next to her. She then placed her arm around Jenny while they watched the end of the DVD and finished the bottle of wine.
When the movie finished, Louise said, “Have you thought about what I said this morning? I think you should take my advice.”
Jenny stammered that she wasn’t sure, and suddenly Louise displayed a new side to her character.
Her voice became like iron as she said, “Young lady, you are a guest in my house and I think you should learn that while you are under my roof you need to give full weight to my advice. Now go and get changed into just your nightgown while I go and get my things together.”
Jenny didn’t know what to say; her own parents had never talked to her like that.
In the end she got up and went to her bedroom. She only had one nightgown and she didn’t really wear it, but she got it down. It was quite short, just above her knees; she also didn’t like the way her large breasts wobbled without a bra, but in her tipsy state she thought it best not to cross Louise.
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She came back and found that Louise had put an array of things out on the coffee table - another bottle of wine was open, there was a towel covering the sofa, another towel on the coffee table, along with a small tube and the cord from a dressing gown.
“Now,” began her aunt, “this is the perfect time. You had your period last weekend, and you will be fine. The main thing is to be relaxed. When you first sleep with a man there will be a lot of nerves, and you will tense up. That will make it more painful. With your Auntie you can just relax. I want you to have another glass of wine while I rub your feet. Sit down on the towel, dear.”
So Jenny sat down, a little nervous. She kept holding her hands in her lap to stop her nightgown from riding up, and to hide her soft breasts and the nipples which seemed to unaccountably be poking through the cotton. Louise started to rub her feet and it felt wonderful, but she still couldn’t relax not knowing what was going to happen.
After five minutes, Auntie Louise spoke, very sternly, “Now darling, I can’t do this if you’re going to sit there protecting yourself like that. I want you to trust me. Do you trust me?”
“Er… I guess so Auntie.”
“Yes or no?”
“Yes Auntie, I trust you,” said Jenny.
“Ok then, I’m going to tie your hands behind your back. I know it sounds odd, but it will stop you from struggling and worrying. I’ll be very careful. Now stand up and turn around, and put your hands behind you.”
All these were said very calmly while she took Jenny’s hand, and slowly pulled her to her feet, and she gently took one hand behind her back, and waited patiently until Jenny finally brought the other one around. Louise carefully tied her hands - not too tight, but tight enough so Jenny couldn’t do anything.
Then she carefully sat the younger girl back and helped her so that she was comfortably sitting. The position of Jenny’s hands forced her bottom forwards towards the front of the sofa so that her breasts pushed out, and her chubby thighs caused the gown to ride up a little. Then Louise brought the glass of chilled wine to Jenny’s lips and carefully gave her a sip and then another, and then kept giving it to her till she had drunk the whole glass.
Feeling a little woozy, Jenny really didn’t know what was happening. She felt Louise’s hands stroking all over her body - her thighs and shoulders, her face and lips and then down her breasts. She closed her eyes and felt the tingling grow all over her body as her aunt’s hands carefully, gently, softly worked over her, turning her on, making her pussy start to throb and tingle. She could feel herself moisten.
Then Louise’s hands started to stroke her legs, pulling them apart. All the while Louise was talking, almost to herself, “What a good girl, what a sweet, lovely girl. Yes, that’s right, let Auntie look after you. What beautiful soft breasts, what lovely nipples, some lucky man is going to love them. Mmmmm, how soft your thighs are dearest, how lovely.”
Jenny suddenly moaned as her aunt’s hand moved up to her pussy and gently slid between her lips and over her clitoris. Tied up and helpless, Jenny submitted to the treatment and found that Louise seemed to know exactly how to drive her mad. One hand was rubbing her nipple, gently at first and then harder and harder, and meanwhile the other hand was teasing and stroking, driving her clit wild.
Then Louise stopped for a second.
Jenny opened her eyes to see Louise pulling a dildo out from under the towel, and then she unscrewed the lid of the tube of lubricating jelly and squeezed a dollop onto her fingers. She rubbed this onto Jenny’s pussy lips and slowly pushed a little into her pussy, and then she got the dildo and started to work it gently between Jenny’s lips.
Jenny moaned as the head of the dildo pushed in a tiny bit, as her aunt gently explored, trying to find the hymen without opening it yet. Then Jenny felt her aunt’s fingers working on her clit again. She opened her legs wider as the fingers stroked and rubbed her swollen clit, and she felt her breathing deepen as the tingling built up inside her. Jenny could feel the dildo up against her hymen, pushing but not hard, and although she was scared, she desperately wanted it inside her, filling her.
She started to buck her hips as she moaned louder and louder as Louise brought her closer and closer to orgasm. Then suddenly as she came, Louise pushed the dildo in hard; the pain mingling but buried by the intensity of her most amazing orgasm ever. The dildo seemed to push right inside her and she screamed with pain and pleasure as she came.
“Oh yes, what a good girl you are. See? You must always trust Auntie, I know exactly what’s best. You must promise me you will always do what I ask you. Will you promise me?”
Jenny didn’t really know what was going on, but in her dazed state she said “Yes, Auntie”, the words hardly coming out as she tried to catch her breath, the dildo still tight inside her newly opened pussy.
“You stay there and recover baby, I have a present for you,” said Louise, pulling the dildo from her pussy, untying her arms and then getting up and walking to the next room.
Jenny lay there on the sofa, catching her breath. Louise had left a set of tissues next to her on the sofa, and she carefully wiped the blood from her pussy. She felt sore, but wonderful too, not only from the orgasm, but from how comforting it felt to think her Auntie was looking out for her and looking after her.
Louise came back with a smart bag from a designer label, and handed it over. Jenny stood up and looked inside. Inside, wrapped in tissue paper was the most beautiful set of clothes - a gorgeous simple dark green dress, about knee length with a v-neck, silk shoulder straps that tied in beautiful bows, together with a pair of gorgeous 1 inch heeled sandals, and a beautiful bronze satin bra and knicker set. What’s more, everything looked to be exactly her size.
“But, Auntie, is this really for me? How did you know my size?”
“Try it on darling; see if it fits. Here, let me help you.” Suddenly Louise pulled Jenny’s gown off. Coming round behind her, she helped Jenny put on the bra and adjusted her heavy breasts into the cups with a gentle hand. Then she knelt down and helped pull up the knickers, finally helping her with the sandals.
“Mmmmm, you look beautiful darling,” she said as she walked round, looking at Jenny’s plump teenage body in the underwear. “I do your washing dear, so it’s not hard to know your sizes, but I bought you a slightly larger size of bra. I think this one fits much better than ones you’ve been wearing.”
It was true, the bra fitted perfectly, with none of the bulges that Jenny normally had, and it felt heavenly on her skin. Then she pulled on the dress and did a little swirl; the skirt was soft and silky and flared and it felt delicious on her skin.
“Here, darling, one more thing,” said Louise, handing over a neat box. Inside was the most lovely necklace, and it went beautifully with the dress and the cleavage that the new bra and v-neck were presenting.
“Auntie, you can’t buy me all this,” said Jenny, blushing, not really wanting to give it back.
“Darling,” said Louise, looking Jenny clearly in the eye. “You’ve been a very good girl tonight, and as long as you remember your promise to do as I ask, you shall everything you want and need. Now take off those things, and let me pack them away. I’ll look after them for now.”
That night as Jenny lay in bed, trying to make sense of what was happening to her, Louise came in and gave her a little kiss, soft but closed-mouthed on her lips, and said, “Sleep well, baby.”
Nothing exciting happened for a couple of days, but Jenny seemed unable to think of anything except that amazing orgasm, her aunt, and sex for the next few days. Every night she ended up lying in bed, her wet fingers exploring her newly opened pussy and her mind remembering every moment of Saturday night. Every time she thought of Auntie Louise’s fingers and that slim dildo taking her maidenhead she came again, reliving the ecstasy.
Then when she got home from college on Wednesday, Louise had laid out her new outfit on her bed, with a note saying, “Take a shower and then wear these tonight. Aunt Louise.” Nothing more.
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