fingering

Monday night is my favorite night of the week. That’s because Monday is game day. Every Monday from seven to eleven our club meets in the ballroom in the rec center to play board games, card games, night games or even console games. I’m game master of the club, and own forty-six of the seventy plus board games we play and know how to play almost all of them. My roommate, roommate to be, and friends all come play with us, and our club has been nominated for club of the year on campus. We usually get twenty to thirty people every Monday and have special events from time to time.



The president of our club is Jennifer and I’ve had a crush on her since my freshman year from going kayaking with her. She taught me, mostly anyway, how to do an Eskimo roll in the kayak. That’s where you flip over in a kayak so your torso is underwater and you turn it back over using only your body and the paddle for torque without getting out. Learning is a bit of a challenge given that the whole time you try and practice it you are forced under water and either have to succeed, be helped to turn over by someone, or panic and swim out filling the kayak with water. Jennifer helped to turn me over many, many times and I’m not sure even then how much I kept her there to help me or just to have her there.



Being in her swimsuit, in a tight bikini top I couldn’t help but notice how good she looked. She had medium long hair, tight stomach, good-sized tits, and a beautiful face with an almost constant smile or laugh. She actually was sort of a tomboy and despite her good physique she wore swim trunks and played as rough as the other guys in the pool. She would ram your boat and tip you over if you let her and was one of the first picks for polo. Given she goes to an engineering school where the ratio is at best 3:1 guys I guess you sort of have to play rough to be good. Unfortunately she was a year older and I was far to shy at the time to do anything but enjoy her company and after the kayaking sort of fizzled I lost contact with her for almost a year.



Seeing her again at the club presentation day last fall I immediately joined Board and Gaming Club. Not only was playing games one my favorite things to do, it meant I got to spend time with her again, which was a definite plus.



My first few meetings I got to know a lot of people and I found out just how many different board games there are. I had always been an avid gamer, and I have played many board games, all the standard ones: Monopoly, Sorry, Life, Scrabble, Battleship, Risk, and many card games. I was even state champion at Bridge in high school. But the first few weeks I played a new game every week, some I’d never even heard of before. Mario, the card game, the one that actually inspired the franchise; Stock Ticker, a game of playing the stocks with a group of people all given same starting money to see who can make the most in an allotted time; Settlers of Catan, one of our staples, a game to rule the island of Catan by building the most economic network to build an empire; and many more.



Every week I would go to see these people and play games with them and quickly we became friends. But outside of game night we still had a very large workload. Being physics major I have one of the hardest majors at the school. I went to the library between classes quite often because it was easier than going home and it increased my chances of actually getting work done. Jennifer too went to the library to work and I always said hi as I went passed her to find an outlet for my laptop. Her hair was so pretty everytime I passed her and she always smiled when she saw me.



Working up my nerve I would go and sit with her at the table whenever she was alone to work with her. This usually meant I didn’t get much work done, as we tended to talk too much to pay attention to what we were doing.



With the start of the new semester our schedules changed and I found she had lunch every day the same time as me. Besides becoming a very prominent member of the club and having real issues to talk to her about we were good friends by now and I often had lunch at her table with her friends. More and more I was aware of how beautiful she was despite her frumpy clothing.



For some reason I still don’t understand she wore the baggiest clothing and was the height of nerd. She wore a knit wool hat with tassels and a black baggy sweatshirt with loose jeans. Even up close it was hard to tell how good she really looked, her face being the exception. Being a very bubbly person she was always smiling and had a very good laugh, even when she was down somehow her face was still lit up. She never wore make-up had no need to, her face was smooth and she got very rosy cheeks when she was cold.



I wanted very much to ask her out and my crush had done nothing but grown since I kept spending time with her. Conversely, our friendship was very good and she spent a lot of time with me as it was and I didn’t want to risk it with a date gone badly and the awkwardness it would mean. Still she was one of the hotter girls I’ve met and she loved to play games as much as me, I couldn’t just let her slip away.



Meeting her again in the library I sat with her and started to do my circuits homework. She was an electrical so I figured she could help me, besides it was an excuse to meet with her. It was Monday so I figured we could do this between now and game night. Sadly, my stupid analog class was so over my head it was over her head and she was a year ahead of me in that field. So our ‘study time’ turned into her playing with my phone and me watching, helping, and playing Lux (basically risk) on my computer. She played angry birds and rush hour on my phone until around five. At which point I suggested food, she was going to just go home and have dinner, but I managed to convince her to go to Chipotle with me instead. A double win to be sure because Chipotle was now both delicious and enticing enough to get her to go out with me.



We walked back to her house to get her car and go since she needed her wallet and she lived only a few blocks down the hill and across the creek. After a pleasant dinner she dropped me off at my friends and told me she’d meet me at game night later.



A week or so passed since our quasi-date and it was our three-day weekend. We had Monday off, rather than miss game night I suggested to the club we have game day at my house instead. Twelve hours plus of solid games and fun all day Monday and into Tuesday morning. We set up my friend’s projector in the spare room pointing it at the ceiling for an extra twist to play Portal on, and all the Rock Band stuff in the living room. We sort of regretted the Rock Band stuff thou, because our group has the worst singing of any group of people I’ve ever encountered. But despite our bad tune we have much fun all day.



Jennifer and I went to get the pizza and another drum-set from goodwill since our pedal broke. But another person came with us so I did not get time with her alone. When we got back we made her play portal since for some reason she hadn’t and I lay next to her taunting her as she played.



Night came and we set-up Halo on both our Xbox’s and Jennifer, me, and another person from game night played on the one in the spare room. We played zombies mostly and I being rather good at it started to taunt Jennifer with Jennifer hunting. Whenever I was zombie, or especially if she was zombie, rather than play the game normally and run, I hunted her and taunted her by telling her what I was going to do. How close I was, where I’d come from, and what gun I’d use. After a while merely saying her name made her jump.



Despite my warnings I still was very good at hunting her and she grew angry with me and took my hat from me. This is something people don’t generally do as I get it back one way or another and people don’t cross me in that. But instead of snatching it back from her I countered and took her hat. I had worn her hat once before and the smell of her hair had infused itself into the hat and smelled very good. She had a sort of fruity shampoo or something and the smell was rather distinctive to her. I felt it was a worthy trade and continued to hunt her while smelling her hat.



Twice more she came to our house that week to play games with us and help on our random craft day. Craft day was needed because one can only handle so much calculus and I at least needed to get out my artistic side. We made among other things a giant gummi bear by melting down gummi bears in a make shift double boiler and pouring it into a honey bear. The bear was a massive win, and is still very delicious.



That Saturday I texted Jennifer to see what she was up too and she replied work but she up for anything after seven. Getting up my nerve I said she should go out with me then. After a rather long pause, which was rather intense on my end at least, she finally said yes she’d go.



Our date went good as far as I could tell. We went and played mini golf first. She lost horribly on the first nine but managed to do much better the second half. It was a relief because I would have hated to tell her she tripled my score so I only told her she won on the back nine by one point. Next, we had Chinese food and went to go see Tangled in the theater. Being nerds and the only people in there, we made fun of the movie as we watched it and were laughing most of the time.



After the movie we went back to my car and discovered I didn’t have my key. We looked and retraced our steps but it was lost and we couldn’t find it. Since I only lived about a mile from the theater anyway we walked back to my house to get my spare from my roommate since he drives me more often than I drive anyway. It was snowing and we were playing in the snow as we walked. She couldn’t slide as far as me but she was good conversation as we walked and talked.



We both were avid fans of Calvin and Hobbes who I commonly associate with Jack (the narrator) and Tyler Durden from Fight Club. Jennifer was not a fan of Fight Club and had no interest in knowing the many similarities between the two. How Tyler was a recreation of Hobbes, as Calvin grew up and found himself crushed as the perfect happy life he was promised turned out to be a shallow meaningless existence.



Rather than get into the details we agreed to disagree. Walking past the dealerships between my house and the theater we drew on the cars covered in snow. Games of tic-tac-toe, man with hat from XKCD, random messages, and we cleaned all the snow off one car in the middle of the lot for the random.



Walking back to my house we decided since the snow was so good we wanted to play in it more. We built the Calvin and Hobbes head peeking up over the hill, like a giant poking his nose over with his fingers to the sides. It stayed there for almost a week before it melted, which here is rather significant. Making it was fun, and I loved to sculpt and have been front page of the paper twice for my snow Lincoln and snowman protest relief. After an hour or two Jennifer was frozen, she had kept kneeling in the snow and her legs were all wet and frozen. So we went inside to warm up and had apple cider.



She changed into my shorts and stripped to her tank top under her other shirt. I gave her my blamange, which is a giant white puffy feather blanket. It gets its name from the Monty Python sketch, but needless to say, it is awesome, very comfy, and very warm. She curled right up into it and drank the cider but her cheeks stayed red. Suggesting we watch another movie we decided on The Chronicles of Riddick as she had never seen it before and was a huge fan of Vin Diesel, not in small part because he plays D&D.



I got my feather pillow that was really a three-in-one giant pillow to support us as we watched the movie and we lay on my bed under the blamange. My computer on my desk is a 27″ iMac and has a screen big enough to function as a TV. Rather than mess with the transfer to my external and setting it up on my Xbox for the living room this was easier. My roommate watched the movie with us and I held Jennifer lightly as we watched. After the movie was over it was getting very early even by my standards and I didn’t want to get up. Jennifer was not as pro at morning activity as me and simply lay there as the credits finished and the screen went dark from inactivity.



I couldn’t sleep, not with her in my bed this close to me, and it appeared she was not asleep either. We moved so as to lie in the bed long way rather than across it as we had for the movie. For the next length of time, I’m not really sure how long, we played a very subtle little game. First she would roll over and get closer and then pull back. Then I would roll to hold her and then thinking she was asleep pull back. She would then lay her head on my shoulder and I would pull close to her. All our movements were intentional but apparently random as if made during sleep. I commented as such after a long time saying how pro we were at sleeping. She laughed and agreed saying she hadn’t slept any either. I told her to lie on her side then so I could hold her properly.



She did and I spooned up to her and draped my arm over her pulling her to me as we lay under the covers. Her legs were so smooth against mine, her hair so sweet in my face. I felt very relaxed as I held her and many a night have I longed just for that simple hold. But given the situation I wanted more.



My hand holding her stomach was just brushing the underside of her tit. Squeezing ever so softly at first I massaged the area just underside her tit. She did not protest the massage but kept me at first from moving higher. My massage grew slowly more insistent and I pressed up and she released and I finally held the soft tender breasts I so worshiped for some reason.



They felt so large in my hands yet tender as I felt her sigh as I pressed and rolled them. This was my favorite part; her reactions to my touches were far more satisfying than the touches themselves. After awhile I slid my hand down to the bottom of her shirt. She knew what I was doing and quickly helped me to pull her shirt out of the way as I slid my hand back up her naked torso back to her now more exposed tits. Her body was warm and she moved to feel my hands more as them played along her body. I did my best to push her bra out of the way and gripped her naked tit feeling her moan softly as I did so.



Emboldened by my success thus far I slid my hand down over her legs, my shorts, and rubbed them. She had to know where I was headed but didn’t seem to protest the movement. Moving my hand to between her legs I felt her jerk as I slid my fingers up her slit though the fabric.



Holding myself back I kept my hard cock off her, somehow it felt wrong to unnerve her with it pressing to hard to have her right then. I wanted to pleasure her, to feel her pleasure and if the time came then move forward. For now I kept my hand to her pussy and my other still fondling her tit. She was quiet as I rubbed her but her enjoyment was obvious. She kept her head craned back mouth slightly open, her breathing was elevated with her pulse and I felt her jerk from time to time went I circled her clit.



I wanted to get my hand inside the shorts to get closer to her pussy, to feel the dampness I knew was there. I wanted so very badly to feel her cum, to shake in my arms, to cry out. I felt her, hoping to go further, but she held my hand down. Everytime I tried to move it she pulled it back to her pussy, I thought at first it was because she didn’t want it to leave, but given her insistence and not letting my hand above the waistband I knew my advances were finally being stopped. Finally she said the clothes were staying on today and to play with the top instead.



Disappointed, I nonetheless submitted to her request, as it was after all the first date and she had done far more than I had expected already. Rolling her over and holding her to me I told her to kiss me then. We kissed and held each other until 10ish in the morning and talked about all sorts of things from religion to the stupid circuits to how amazing she felt against me. But she said she had to go and get to church, I was not a fan of seeing her leave for such a reason, but I drove her home anyway getting stuck three times in the massive snow left from the night before and ice underneath it.



Time passed and nothing seemed to have changed between us, I thought she was happy with our date and I could not wait for the next one. But it was test time and we were both very busy trying to pass our respective tests.



After a week or so my friend from home, a couple years younger texted saying he was coming to tour the school. We decided to greet him with a bafing fight. Bafing is basically foam sword fighting, with wooden, PVC, or carbon fiber cores and a noodle duck taped on the outside. Jennifer came with us and it just so happened we were the first to arrive at the field in the middle of campus. She told me out of the blue that while Saturday was a lot of fun she didn’t want to go out with me. Shocked and rather hurt I was left to just go with it as my friends started to show up and we never had a chance to talk about it at the time.



For the next four hours we had our sword fight, got smoothies and toured my friend around the campus. It was very surreal having her there, having dumped me and yet we were acting as if nothing had happened. This feeling didn’t really fade over the next several weeks. She showed no signs of discomfort being around me all the time, in fact seemed to be spending even more time than usual doing stuff with me. Albeit we were never really alone for it, she came to my house three times that week and played games and planned the events for E-Days with me.



Having to see her became more a chore than a pleasure because as fun and beautiful as she was, I could not hold her, not be with her in that way. I could do nothing about it and yet there she was over and over staring me in the face. I can’t decide if I would feel better or worse if she had given me a reason but I really did not want to take no for an answer.



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This weekend my friend was moving in and Jennifer agreed to come over and help us after her party. From what I was told it was a Kahlua and ice cream party and she got to our house very late. My new roommate was almost moved in but Jennifer got cold from some combination of the chilly evening and the ice cream and she found my blamange and curled up in it. She must have been rather tired and feel asleep very quickly in the warm embrace of the blamange.



My roommates both left shortly there after, both going home for the weekend. Leaving me here with the sleeping Jennifer, now in my bed. This was too much for me, I had been pining after her for the last weeks more than ever and now she was in my bed, no one home. At the beginning of the year I had gotten rope in the chance I had need for it, I was quite handy with it from scouts but all it had been used for so far was tying my cardboard boat to my car to bring it to the race. Now I had a use for the rope that was much less innocent.



Jennifer had fallen asleep in my bed of her own volition, and she had ‘slept’ with me once before. Some part of her wanted this and I was not going to let it slip between my fingers again.



I was careful to measure out the rope I needed before moving Jennifer at all. I made four parallel loops for her wrists, and set up the rope to be adjusted from the side. This part of the rope I secured to the headboard of the bed. This would make it so I held her wrists apart, without any chance of her escaping or losing circulation to her hands. Her legs would be more difficult and I was only able to attach the rope to the footboard legs and would have to wait until I removed the blanket to continue. For her face I grabbed a clean sock. Also grabbing a pair of scissors for cutting her clothes and the ropes if need be.

Grabbing the ropes I looked down at her, was I really going to go through with this? I mean it was everything I wanted, but what happens if she flat refuses? No she walked into this willingly, she just needed a push. She would come around one way or another. Besides the ropes were already tied.



I pulled her left hand out first and slid it into the loops. Reaching across she stirred as I slid the second set of loops over her right hand. Jennifer attempted to pull her hand back, meeting resistance she murmured, “What, hey, what’s going on?” Not wasting any time as she was waking up quicker than I expected I pulled the ropes on her arms tight and forced her to lay flat as her arms were pulled apart and held straight out.



“Shhh, don’t move,” I stoked her smooth hair and willed her to clam down, “just go back to sleep you’ll feel very good soon.”



Taking her momentary lull as good fortune I slid down the bed and yanked her shorts off before she knew what was happening. This was too sudden and she kicked out as I slipped the shorts off. Grabbing one leg I slid the loops I had set-up over her ankle and tightened it down. Too tight, she would be sure to lose circulation but for now I needed her immobile. The second leg was more difficult than the first but I managed to wrestle it down and into the binding as well. Jennifer was by now yelling out in protest and finishing binding her I shoved the sock in her mouth.



This was very effective at muffling her shrieks and I returned my attention to her bindings. If I loosened her ankles she might be able to escape but if I kept them tight she would lose circulation. I wanted neither, so I improvised and tossing the blamange aside I wrapped a second rope eight times around her leg, four above the knee and four below. Repeating this on the opposite leg I brought the two ends together on the left side of the bed having gone underneath with the right one and used a double taught line hitch to pull her legs apart. This spread her legs but over strained her ankles even more, free to loosen them I did so and finally got her bound in a stable, hopefully comfortable and secure binding.



Jennifer resisted her bindings and kept trying to yell out past the sock but her efforts were futile. I couldn’t help but stare at her tight body, as she lay there helpless. I knew I was turned on by bondage but seeing her in my bed helpless to my every desire was more than I ever imagined. Her chest was heaving, tits pressed against her tight tank top.



Those tits had been haunting me since I first saw them in the pool but even more so having massaged them not more than a month ago. They were just sitting there waiting to be held, fondled, sucked, anything I want to do to them. I jumped into the bed and Jennifer moaned in protest and turned her head away as I gripped the full of her right tit and drove my face between the delicious mounds.



They were so warm and soft, my brain was in overdrive as I lay there and fondled her. I had one of my best friends tied down, most likely terrified of me and I was in ecstasy. I was in a state of pure childish delight playing with her tits, and yet was also contemplating the ramifications of my actions. I was split in the scene, one part of me stood there watching myself and judged. I was a perverted little freak tying down my friend just to play with bits of flesh on her chest. Yet what lovely pieces of flesh they were. I could feel her heart race, her chest rise with each breath, and the vibrations of her moans of protest all while massaging her tit with my hand.



Sliding my hand down I reached up under her shirt and slid my hand along her chest. It was smooth and I could feel her ribs under her skin and couldn’t help but bring my cock against her leg. She tried to jerk away from me but my bindings were strong.



“There’s no need to fight it. Just lay back and enjoy it, I know you will. I’ll make sure of it.”



I pulled her bra aside under shirt and grabbed her naked breast as I said this and she looked away from me again. Feeling her bare skin was even more erotic than it had been through the shirt and made sure to rub the tit good. I knew she would like it, all that tension needed to be loosened. Having a good set of tits like hers it was a fair amount of weight to carry around even inside her bra. Those muscles and tendons would feel good from a deep tissue massage no matter the circumstance the rub was given. Besides it meant more time to play with the curves I so wanted to feel for so long.



I knew she liked this part and even being tied up and forced into it I could feel her resolve cracking as I continued to rub her fears away. She even looked up longingly when I pulled my hand away. But, when she saw me reaching for the pair of scissors her tension and fear immediately returned and she again fought at her bindings.



“Shhh, I told you not to fight it. Your shirt is in my way and I really want to play with your nipples. Don’t fidget or I may actually cut you.”



This made her lie absolutely ridged and she held her breath puffing her chest out even more than normal. Her eyes were clamped shut and she tried to turn away. I wanted to toy with her, draw the scissors along her stomach and tickle her with them, force her to fear them but she might flinch and I didn’t want to stab her, not with scissors anyway. I merely cut up along the center of her shirt, a simple white tank top probably only a couple bucks. The chest underneath on the other hand was anything but.



Clipping the straps on the shirt I pulled it out from underneath her and put the scissors to the side. Her body really was amazing, I had felt it and knew how smooth and even it was and I’d seen it before in the pool. But this was different; her arms outstretched open to my embrace and tits pushed out by the air in her chest and one out from under her bra.



I fell down to her side and held her close to me. I wanted to feel as much of this body against me as I could. I pressed my head against her the nape of her neck and inhaled the beautiful scent of her hair. I slid my hands along the taught skin over her midriff tickling her belly button and up to her exposed tit. I ran my hand over it admiring how perfectly round it was cupped in my hand. She moaned again and tried to pull away from me.



“When are you just going to admit you are enjoying this? Your nipples are already hard and I bet your starting to get wet down there.”



At the mention of her pussy cried out and pulled at her bindings even harder.



“Relax, I’ll play with that later. For now I said I was going to play with your nipples. Stay to the top, I remember.”



I tried to remove her bra without leaving her neck. Her hair was so intoxicating; I was almost content just to lay here holding her with the scent of her hair. But her bra was proving rather difficult. I could unclip it just fine but I could not get it off. I didn’t want to cut it because it might cost more than a few bucks so I was trying to undo the strap but I was just blindly fumbling. Ah well, I was going down there anyway; I took one last intake of that sweet hair and slid my face back to her soft pillows. Not a bad trade overall and now seeing the strap I was able to get it undone soon enough and pulled her bra out and threw it aside.



Returning my attention to what I was laying on I found to my delight her nipples were still hard. She really was enjoying this even if she wouldn’t admit it yet. But those nipples were just begging to be sucked and I had no reason not to oblige them.



I could feel Jennifer’s moan as I sucked her nipple into my mouth and it seemed conflicted between the pleasure of the suction and the circumstances of the attention. No matter to me however, she was enjoying it and I was in a position to make her enjoy it more. Sucking it further into my mouth I swirled me tongue on her nipple. It was both rough and tender to my touch, I wanted more of it. Grabbing her other nipple with my fingers I pinched her nipple as best I could while still holding her tit with the rest of my hand.



Working my tongue back and forth and my hand massaging her other breast Jennifer’s heart began to race again but I had a feeling it was an entirely different reason this time. As much fun as it was toying with her nipples her panties were too inviting to pass up.



Just as before, Jennifer was turned on enough by my foreplay with her tits to let me slide my hand down between her legs. I caressed the inside of her legs with my hands, she must had just shaven them as they were silky smooth and warm to my touch. Her panties her white with pastel dots, not quite bikini style but close and very form fitting. Sliding my hand over her pussy the first time I felt her jerk at the touch but not overtly protesting the caress.



At this point even if she had been screaming in terror I would have been turned on by feeling her in such a private place. To feel her jerk and buck under my hand, but no she was actually beginning to enjoy the touches and I still held her tit to my face.



Bringing my hand to a rest cupping her I felt just how warm she was, if her legs were warm it did not compare to the heat her pussy was giving off through the panties. This was very comfortable for both of us and I lay and enjoyed the feeling. Her breast pressed up against my face, her bound body helpless to my movements, and her pussy on fire under the pressure of my hand gently pulling up.



“Don’t worry, this time you don’t have to feel guilty about it. I’m in control here, and you can just lie there and enjoy it. I know you enjoyed it last time, and this time you will even more. You can be sure I will.”



She was strong willed I had to give her that, her body clearly wanted this, but her mind still was not willing. I started to massage her outer lips through her panties, given how much I enjoyed the feeling I guessed she would not hold out much longer. Her lips were soft and fluid and I could feel her shiver as I ran my fingers along her slit. Her breast still pressed to my ear I watched her stomach rise and fall and she tried to remain clam. Pushing with my middle finger I forced her panties and my finger deeper into her folds pulling the fabric tight against her now swollen lips.



“This is about where we got to last time wasn’t it. I really can’t imagine how you managed to stop me before,” and I sucked her nipple in my mouth again causing her to shudder and moan in protest, “but this time since you so nicely came back I think we should move on.”



Pulling my hand back I slid my fingers under her waistband and along the tops of her hipbones. She shivered and pulled at her bindings fairly hard, it was a good thing the knots were firm. Sliding my hand down I kept my hand to the very right side of her crotch. I could feel her blood pumping in the veins; she was still fighting the bonds trying to get out. Her efforts were in vain and she gasped and twitched as I danced my fingers over her naked pussy.



Even my subtle little touches were sufficient to feel the dampness there that had already spread to her panties leaving a dark spot on the clean white fabric. Dancing my fingers back over her pussy I circled my finger around her outer lips. She was now whimpering behind the sock and I watched with great fascination as my hand contorted the fabric of her panties. I spread her lips with my fingers and felt the heat of her pussy as I toyed with the even softer inner lips. Circling up my fingers found her clit hidden in her pink folds.



Jennifer was unable to ignore my touches when they found her clit and her body jerked in response to my flicking it.



“That’s right, twitch my beauty. Let my fingers bring you to another world. You are going to cum for me right here.”



She whimpered at my words and tired again to close her legs to keep out my probing fingers. Drawing my self away from her soft mounds and smooth skin I reoriented my self to between her legs. I was forced to remove my hand, but despite her immediate relief with my hand leaving she cried out and struggled as she saw me moving to put my face right between her legs.



From this vantage point I could not only see how damp her panties were getting, but smell her sex in the air. The damp panties clung to her folds and were now semi transparent. Pulling close I inhaled the scent of her, choosing to exhale deeply I breathed hot air on her pussy. She moaned and pulled at her bindings trying to pull away from me.



Bringing my hands around to her stomach I bent my head down and kissed her pussy. It was so sweet and from the moment I tasted it I had to have more. Grabbing the near string edges of her panties I pulled up tightening the triangle of fabric over her pussy and pulling it taught. She moaned, and I don’t know whether it was from pain, pleasure, or some combination of the two. I pulled as hard as I could up on her panties and her clit was pinched between the seams the fabric cutting in to her slit. I reached out with my tongue and licked the clit under strain and I felt her twitch and try to scream out.



This was too good and I licked her clit again. Her sweetness was soaking through and around the panties and I lapped it up. Licking the length of her pussy I could hear Jennifer start to breath rapidly. Letting go of the left side of her panties I reached for the scissors. Going against my better judgment I trailed the scissors along her body. Sliding them over and around her breasts and even down over her pussy. Thankfully, she suffered her spasm internally and when I went to trim the now strings that were the sides of her panties they came off without a single scratch.



I had pulled her panties pulled so hard, they still clung to her pussy as if for dear life. Pealing back the soaked panties I watched in ecstasy as she twitched and caused her tits to shake everytime the panties slipped and came loose. Goddamn she was beautiful, her naked body now lay before me spread eagle. My cock was pulsing against my leg and it strained to be free from my boxers. Her body was lean and smooth; pale from being under all her clothing it was now mine for the taking. Her hair was wavy today and her eyes were very hard to read, unsure was the best I could describe them as. Glancing down her body I found her tits again and saw her nipples where still hard and the left looked a little raw from my sucking and nibbling.



Scanning down her stomach I ran my hand over her again and her belly jerked at the tickle. Her pussy was not shaven but it looked as if it had been trimmed some but looked perfect the way it was. I ran my fingers over the soft hair and spiraled it around my finger. Bringing my finger lower I brought it back into her pussy and rubbed it around. Moving to her clit I circled and flicked it watching her jerk her head from side to side. Pulling my hand back I slapped her pussy with a wet smack. She jolted and whimpered at the punishment.



“Oh does that hurt?” and I slapped her pussy again. She nodded as tears formed in her eyes. “You want me to kiss it to make it feel better?” and I slapped her pussy again, this time making sure to land squarely on her exposed clit. She nodded again and was now crying into the sock.



Sinking down I placed my mouth on her pussy my nose on her pubic hair and inhaled. This was just as sweet as the hair on her head and feeling her moan as I kissed her pussy made it even better. Reaching around I grabbed two handful of her ass and pulled my face deeper into her now sucking her clit into my mouth. Unable to see I felt her shoulders buck and imaged her soft tits rippling to the vibrations.



Releasing her tight ass cheeks I moved my hands up her body and found her tits. Meanwhile, I tongued her clit and fast as I could and felt her legs shake as she tried to close her legs giving her a reprieve from my oral assault. No such reprieve was in order and instead I moved my hand away from her tit and brought it back to the lips of her pussy. I heard her try to murmur something but it was lost behind the sock. Sliding my fingers over her lips for only a few seconds more I drove two fingers as deep as I could into her now dripping cunt.



She screamed behind her gag and I felt her try and shift her pussy away from the penetrating fingers. This only caused her to slid her pussy along my fingers while I continued to tongue her clit. I brought my other hand down from her tit and held her stomach in a vain attempt to keep her still. But from the punishment of my fingers and tongue on her clit Jennifer was now unable to keep still. Her body rocked and bucked at my stimulation unable to escape more pleasure.



Rather than piston my fingers in and out I probed her pussy. Pressing and massaging everywhere I could reach. Her muscles were strong and fought hard against my fingers but soon fell to the pleasure my fingers gave. I found a spot that was rougher than the other surfaces and it responded as I pressed on it. Jennifer moaned and bucked even harder at this new pressure. Whatever I found was beyond her control and I rubbed it and pressed it feeling it swell and get, if possible, even warmer.



“See I knew you would like this. Look at your body shake; you can’t believe how good this feels. You are going to cum for me right here, right now. And you are only going to stop when I am satisfied because you can’t do anything to stop me.”



Jennifer was beyond a response of any kind and merely whimpered as she started to breath so fast I was worried she might pass out. Putting my mouth back on her clit I sucked it into my mouth and flicked it back and forth. My hand was now dripping from my fingers buried in her pussy. After several more moments of ecstasy I felt her pussy clamp on my fingers. It was all I could do to hang on to her and keep my mouth on her clit as her body shuddered and bucked. She had been holding back this orgasm and now it was free it sent her body out of control.



I refused to let her down from her high and keep massaging her and sucking on her clit. Her legs shuddered and my bed creaked from the force of her pulling on the ropes attached to her legs. From what I could tell her orgasm kept triggering and I refused to stop pleasuring her and the muscle spasms set off more. After I felt she could take no more I stood up and looked back at her still twitching body. Reaching down I held her tear-strewn face. I took out the sock and kissed her, she didn’t really engage in the kiss but she did not pull away from it either.



“That’s more like it. Now you catch your breath and I’ll be back in a minute. I have to go get some things you stay right here.” I smiled at her and walked to the door, “oh and don’t try and scream or anything I don’t want to put the sock back in and I’m guessing you don’t either, it would be more uncomfortable the second time I assure you.”



Once I left the room I couldn’t help but do a little dance. I had made Jennifer cum for me, felt her cum over and over and she was still there waiting for what I was going to do next. I was like a kid in a candy store, everything looked so good and I wanted everything there was to offer. I could do anything I wanted to her.



But what was I going to do next. As much as I liked bondage and seeing girls toy themselves I was not all that equipped. I didn’t have any dildos or vibrators just lying around and I doubted if either of my roommates did either. Plus that would just be awkward for everyone.



Well come to think of it I did have one thing that vibrated, my electric toothbrush and I had several spare heads so I didn’t mind using one. Watching her get off was more than worth a spare head in my opinion. Excited I rushed in and grabbed it, replacing the batteries to make sure it was at full speed.



What else could I do to her to get her off? Scanning the kitchen I saw my back scratcher laying on the counter next to the bar stools. I wasn’t all that into pain stimulation but the way I forced her to submit by slapping her pussy was a definite plus. The long bamboo stick with a curved end meant to scratch would be a perfect cane to smack her with. I grabbed it too.

Now that I had the makeshift cane my mind whirled to the various things I could do to inflict pain in erotic ways. A zipper made of clothespins would do the trick and I had plenty for the clothesline outside. I gathered up a bunch and got some string from the rummage door to string them together. While I was there I saw a bunch of chopsticks and they gave me an idea, I grabbed them and some scotch tape too.



Carrying my new found arsenal of pain and pleasure I walked back to my room.



“Oh my god what are you doing? Here just untie me. I promise I won’t tell. You made me cum and it felt really good but I just want to go home now. Please just untie me and let me go.”



“Jennifer, I’m disappointed I thought you were just warming up to this. As you might have guessed, telling me it was good then saying no without even a reason doesn’t work so well.”



“It really was good but please just untie me I want to go home.”



“Lucky for both of us I don’t have to take no for an answer this time. Unlucky for you that is not what I wanted to hear. That said you haven’t screamed out so that’s good for you.”



Working my way over to the bed I spilled out the things I gathered onto the bed and a couple of clothespins made their way to Jennifer’s stomach. She tried as best she could to sit up and look at them.



“What are those here for, what are you going to do to me?”



Now there was just a hint of panic in her voice and her eyes darted from one item to the next.



“Well what ever I do, I would make sure you keep from screaming. You might not like it if you do scream out.”



Saying this I bent down to kiss her again pulling her face in. I slid back from the kiss pulling her lip with me holding it in my teeth. I grabbed the first clothespin and trailed it along her smooth body. Up over her face and across her eyes as she closed them. She shuddered as I circled back down and around her nipple.



“Oh you want it there do you? Good choice I think you nipple could use a little pinch.”



Jennifer cringed and her face squeezed together as her nipple was clamped by the wooden clothespin.



“Hurts a little doesn’t it?” She nodded keeping her face tight to hold back any sound, “Oh you want another one for the other nipple?” This time she shook her head. I reached for the back scratcher and ran it up her leg to her pussy. “Are you sure you don’t want another one?” She nodded more vigorously and the clip shook as her tits rocked from the motion. “mmmh, that was the wrong answer I’m afraid.” Pulling the scratcher back I flicked it down on her pussy, not too hard but hard enough to show her I was serious. “Now were you sure you didn’t want another clip?” Again she nodded though not as vigorously this time. I slapped her pussy again, harder this time.



“That is really too bad cause this one looks so good on you. You know I think we should put it on anyway just to see how good it looks.”



Putting it on I grabbed each of her tits. I would never get over how good they felt and looked, so warm in my hands, and smooth to the touch. The clothespins on her nipples covered part of the areola and made her entire tit more taught. I knew how much more sensitive they were becoming from the stressed blood flow so I reached up and twisted the pins slowly and she whimpered.



Grabbing the pile of pins I started to loop the string through each one so they were connected a little over an inch apart. I set up two rows of pins and laid them across her chest.



“What a are you doing. I don’t want any more. Stop. Let me go.”



“Well if you insist. We can hold off on the pins because you’re in luck. There is something else I wanted to do first.”



This seemed to unsettle her more than reassure, but she remained quiet hoping probably, not to egg me on even more. I grabbed the toothbrush and brought it to her clit. Even before it was on she jerked at the touch.



“Remember I said not to scream.”



Turning on the brush Jennifer bucked immediately. Her pussy was still sensitive from my tongue and the vibrations were right on her ultra sensitive clit. Jennifer bit her lip and was already humping the brush involuntarily. I laid the brush down and it stayed leaned on her pussy. Jennifer had her head back and her eyes closed but the brush was doing work and no matter what she did it stayed and sent her wild.



I was able to step back and watch the scene, and while not quite as good as feeling her react, watching her body jerk and shake the pins swinging wildly on her tits was well worth it. My cock was hard against my boxers again and the room was getting hot from all her motion and from how turned on I was getting. I took off my clothes and join her in being naked. Free now, my cock twitched with her body, I had to have her soon.



“You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to see you cum and now look at you. My own personal little cum slut, your so good I want to give you a treat.”



Jennifer either didn’t hear or wouldn’t respond because she seemed blissfully unaware of me until my balls settled on her chest after straddling her. I grabbed the brush and positioned it so I pressed directly on her clit.



“Cum for me my little slut, you like this brush I can tell,” She nodded, “I want to feel your body shake as you cum for my little brush.”



Her body was twisting as best it could underneath me and I felt my balls slide across her chest. My cock was rock hard and I pressed the brush harder, and jerked myself at I felt and heard her moan. Her head was rocking back and forth her arms and legs straining, she was close.



“Oh my god, I’m gonna cum. It feels so good; the brush on my pussy, and you straddling me like that. Fuck my tits, I want your hot cock between my tits.”



Not waiting an instant I pushed my cock between her mounds of warm flesh and pressed them together. Sliding my cock out and back we both groaned from the sensation. After a few pulses I slammed hard using my weight to press her tits together. She gasped and I slammed home again. Her tits were so smooth and soft my cock slid between them as if it were meant to be there. Meanwhile Jennifer was almost hyperventilating from both my thrusts and the brush still pressed against her clit.



“Now that’s a good girl.”



I paused in my thrusting and pulled the clips off pulling her nipples with them until they snapped off and Jennifer yelped at the sudden release.



“Mmmh, now I told you not to scream and since your being such a good girl lick the pre cum of my dick and we’ll forget this little incident ever happened.”



“Don’t make me do that. Just hold my tits, they feel so good around your cock.”



I put my cock back between her tits and positioned my tip right up near her face. I grabbed her nipples again.



“I agree they do feel very good but there is still pre-cum on my dick and I want you to have it. You tasted so very good; you never know you might like it. And besides,” I said while twisting her nipples, “you don’t have much of an option.”



Jennifer strained and bit her lip as I twisted her tender nipples. The brush was still buzzing on her pussy and she looked pleadingly back at me one last time. I responded by thrusting slightly and twisting her nipples a little more. She winced and turned and put her tongue out and licked the underside of my tip. She licked very cautiously at first but feeling my grip loosen, as I was lost in the pleasure she licked more confidently. Soon my head was clean and she pulled back.



“There its gone, now can I please go these bindings are so constricting.”



“It seems you still don’t understand how this works. But as long as you don’t scream it will be alright.”



“I’m not gonna scream just let me go and it will be…”



I smacked her pussy with the back scratcher. Fine if she didn’t think she would scream then I thought it was time for some more fun with clips. Moving to her right I smacked her pussy again and shut off the brush. Grabbing the first string of clothespins I started to attach the pins on her left breast. Working my way down I attached four to her breast and kept going down her side pulling the skin up to put in the clip. Moving to the right I repeated the procedure on her right breast and side.



Her entire chest was now covered in the little pins but she kept quiet. I grabbed the brush again and turned it on pressing it to her clit. Leaning down I pushed my tongue into her pussy and swirled it around as the brush vibrated her clit. She moaned and her pussy clenched but she remained quiet. Sitting back up I reached for the pins I had tossed aside that were previously on her nipples.



Pulling her pussy lips apart I brought the first clip up and clamped it on the left side of her pussy right next to her clit. She bucked and moaned as I attached the clip. Attaching the second clip to the other side further exposing her clit her eyes started to water.



“You’re a tough little girl aren’t you? You like having all these clips on you. I guess I’ll have to find something better for your nipples cause I’m out of clothespins.”



Jennifer whimpered again but otherwise continued to remain silent. She was now involuntarily shaking from the brush on her clit and all the pins shook with each jolt. Taking the chopsticks from before I broke each in half, then using two halves I one end using tape. Once attached at one end I put it on her nipple and squeezed it together sliding on a tape ring on the end. By sliding the tape closer I could pinch harder than any of the clips. I reached over and attached the second clamp and as I finished Jennifer blurted out:



“Alright I get it, it hurts a lot. And my pussy is on fire. But you can’t make me scream, please I have played your little fantasy just let me go.”



Oh Jennifer, I thought, how wrong you were. Moving myself to over her head I looked down over her body. Wrapping the string around my hand I braced and yanked as hard as I could pulling all the clips on her right side off at once. Jennifer responded by screaming and bucking, as I’m sure she came. My cock twitched as I watched her body shake from secondary orgasms, the right side of her chest red where the clips were torn off.



“My little cum slut I told you not to scream, or I’d have to make sure you couldn’t. We don’t want to wake any of the neighbors up.”



Tears steaming from her eyes she looked up at me, “Please stop. I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it, it was too much. Just let me go, please just take these things off.”



“Take them off you say?” Her eyes went wide as I braced and tore off the left clips.



She screamed again and her body rocked from the force of her sensations.



“I just told you not to do that, and you did right away. I guess we’ll have to keep you from doing that.”



I grabbed her jaw and too weak to fight it she opened her mouth.



“Now suck my cock.”



Weakly she licked the tip and grabbed the head with her lips. From my gentle pressure she sucked the cock into her mouth.



“That’s right take my cock in your mouth. Suck it in. Deeper.”



Pushing hard I forced my cock a little deeper in her mouth. After not too long she moaned and tried to pull off my cock. I pulled out and she gasped gulping air down stands of saliva still attached to my cock. After a few seconds to let her catch her breath I forced my cock back in her mouth.



“That’s right take all, open up and feel my cock on your throat.”



At first her mouth constricted but as I slid the tape closer to her nipple, tightening the makeshift clamp, she opened up. Again I pulled out to let her breathe and then forced it back in, all the way this time letting my balls rest on her beautiful face. She started to gag and her head and throat shook on my cock. I reached down and tits causing her to twitch as the chopsticks moved.



“Hold it, hold it, this feels so very good. Ahhh.”



After a few more seconds I pulled out and bent down and I pushed my face on her pussy and tongued it. She gasped in surprise and I took the opportunity to drive back into her mouth. This time I stayed shallower and fucked her face as I devoured her pussy. I gripped her ass and pulled her pussy into my face. My cock felt so good in her throat and her pussy tasted oh so very good. I could feel myself getting close and I drove my fingers into her pussy.



“Oh my god. This is amazing. Stick your tongue out, I want to feel your tongue on my balls.”



Amazingly she managed to get her tongue out and massaged my dick with it as I went in and out of her face my balls just tapping it with each thrust. Her pussy was warm and dripping and I knew she was getting close too. I could feel my balls tightening, but I held on for a long as I could, savoring every second of her dripping holes. Unable to hold back any longer I exploded into her throat, pushing in all the way. This set off her too and her body started to shake again. I gripped her and pulled her close to me my cock still buried in her throat and was in a state of euphoria was she gagged and shook around my cock, which was even more sensitive having just cum.



After her orgasm finally died out I pulled my cock out of her mouth and rolled back so my head was next to hers. For the next couple minutes she panted face slightly blue from the lack of oxygen. I again buried my self in her hair and hugged her body my cock pressed up against her side.



“Wow, that actually was amazing. You cock was so big in my mouth, and your cum inside me like that. It made me cum so hard. Are you just going to toy with me or are you actually going to fuck me. I’ve been laying here naked and you have had your cock all over me. You can’t just leave me hanging like this.”



I’m glad she could not see my face when she said this; my childish glee at her request to fuck her was impossible to contain. It was my eventual goal of course to fuck her but I had not even though to hope after tying her down and putting her through all this she would ask for it so willingly.



I climbed up and got between her legs rubbing my cock on her still dripping pussy.



“Well since you asked so nicely, I’ll see what I can do.”



Not waiting to go slow I pushed my cock into her and held it all the way in.



“Ahhhah,” she cried out, “its so big, your fingers didn’t open me up like this.”



Her pussy was so tight around my cock and as I slid out of her I could not belive how good it felt. I started to thrust in and out of her and watched her tits as they rippled from the impacts.



“Its…so…good,” she stammered between thrusts, “fuck me…faster”



Gripping her hips I started to piston in and out her body covered in sheen of sweat, tits now bouncing wildly. After a couple of minutes I had to look away from her, it was just too good. She was so beautiful, and still helpless to my fucking her. And I could just keep this up as long as I wanted, she was all mine.



“Harder, harder, fuck me until I can’t think anymore. Oh my god!!”



“Oh my GOD! Your body is so freaking hot. You’re going to make me cum.”



“Wait, no. Don’t cum in me! Please you don’t have a condom or anything. Don’t cum inside me or I will scream. Just cum on my tits or face. Please, please don’t cum in my pussy.”



“If you’re sure that’s what you want.”



“Yes, yes it is oh thank you. Hey what are you doing? You’re just going to let me go now?”



As she was talking I pulled out of her pussy and moved so my cock was between her tits again and began to untie her the bindings on her hands. I took the rope and repositioned her and retied it so it held her arms to her sides. The right arm I positioned so her fingers could reach her pussy and the left so it was on her right breast.



“No, I’m not done with you yet. I thought you might like to move your arms. Only catch is now you are going help me now.”



“What do you mean?”



“Well you can start by playing with yourself. I want to feel you as you masturbate yourself.”



I resituated myself so I was right behind her and wrapped my hands around her pushing her hands her and began to massage them.



“That’s right, my little cum slut, rub yourself off.”



I gripped her left tit and pulled her to me. I kissed up the back of her neck. She moaned and her head rolled back but her hand kept moving on her pussy massaging it. It was probably very tender especially where the clips were.



“You like it don’t you, your nipples and pussy so tender from all this punishment. You can’t wait to have me back in side you. Don’t worry I have a solution to our problems. I’m sure you love it.”



Rather than respond verbally she rolled her head back and moaned. I kissed her hard holding her close to me cock throbbing on her naked body. Her breast squeezed in my hand and my other massaging her inner thigh. Her hands were still moving and as I slid my hand up to her crotch she twitched in my arms.



“That’s right, it sucks doesn’t it having someone this close unable to do anything but wait.”



I slid my hand further into her crotch and circled her asshole. This time she shivered, whether from anticipation or fear I’m not certain.



“So agonizingly close, you want it so bad and yet fear the repercussions.”



Pressing my finger on her hole my finger slid into her ass, lubed up from her dripping pussy. She froze in my arms, but I waited until her body relaxed massaging her tit and willing her to loosen with my kiss. “But just like me it’s happening. All this anticipation and the big finale is in sight.”



Pushing two fingers in I felt her winch, but her hand started to move again. Her body was on fire and as I continued to stretch her ass she started to breathe heavier and heavier. She now had her two middle fingers in her pussy palm up against her clit and was rocking with the motion of our fingers. I couldn’t wait any longer and I lifted her up so the tip of my cock was positioned against her asshole.



“Wait, please I need more time. We can do this just not yet, I don’t want too.”



“I’m done waiting for you, its clear to me we both want this and your really in no position to argue. Oh and this time I do expect you to scream.”



Letting go, her body fall on my cock I drove up into her ass. It was so tight; my cock all the way into her ass was almost unable to get blood flow. I could feel every artery as my heart attempted to push blood through.



“Ahhhhhhhh. Fuck you. Your so fucking big, you’re going to tear my ass in half. Stop it, it is too much.”



“And knows the part where you help me. See you’re going to cum for me.”



“I won’t cum for y…”



Thrusting in her ass hard I said, “No you are going to cum for me, and you are going to rub yourself off while we fondle you and my cock is deep in your ass. Isn’t that right?”



I rolled my hips a little and pulled hard on her nipples. She still refused to start rubbing again so I reached for the chopsticks. I placed it back on her nipple, the one not in reach of her hand and started to slide the tape in. About half way she submitted.



“Please, not again my nipples are so sore. I’ll do anything just take it off.”



“I told you to rub your self off, I want to feel as you cum in my arms with my cock in your ass.”



She started to move her fingers in and out of her pussy.



“See now that wasn’t so bad.”



I slid the tape tighter on her nipple.



“Stop I’m going, I’m going.”



I slid the tape a little more, now almost all the way down her nipple was turning purple.



“Oh I know, and I approve. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. Your nipple is just a reminder, at least for the present.”



Jennifer was now biting her lip but her fingers were still moving, slightly faster now. Her other hand she was squeezing her nipple. Her ass was so tight around my cock; I held her to me and closed my eyes as she started to warm-up once again.



“You dirty little cum slut. You like my cock so deep in you. You feel every pulse, you want more, you want me to fuck you. You want me to pound your ass, while you play with your clit. You want this as bad as me, you’re so hot right now you might even want it more.”

I walked into my friend Kiki’s house and watched all the familiar faces in funny and unusual costumes wander around drinks in hand. She had decorated the house with spider webs, goblins, and skeletons. My friend, Chuck, walked up to me smiling and handed me a cup of red liquor. He whistled and said, “Damn, Lauren, you look hot.”



I giggled, “I was going for 1960s Sci-Fi chic. Thanks.”



He shook his head and winked cruising back into the party and waved me to follow him. I soon found my friends hanging out around the dining room table towards the back of the house next to the kitchen. The sliding glass door was open to the large backyard and pool area. The lights had all been changed out to black and orange lights providing the Halloween ambiance.



My friends Cindy, Chrissie, Frank, Rose, Chuck and Stephanie were commenting on each other’s costumes. Cindy and Chrissie were dressed as zombie cheerleaders, Frank was a pirate, Rose dressed as a fairy with cute wings, Chuck had fangs and a black suit claiming to be a suave vampire, and Stephanie wore a black cat costume. The smiles up at me and looked over my costume. I wore a silver dress with cheesy “futuristic” cut similar to the Jetsons. I had a blond wig on with a bob cut and silver thigh high boots. On the stomach of the costume was a light pad that changed color with the music. They all had nice things to say with Frank just spanking me on the ass as he went to get another beer.



I finished the fruity red drink and already felt a slight buzz. I blinked and wrinkled my nose as I turned to Chuck and asked,



“What’d you put in this drink? It’s yummy, but definitively has a kick.”



He laughed, “Whatever they have in that bowl.”



He pointed over to the kitchen in the next room to a large clear bowl filled with ominous red liquid. I looked down at my empty drink and offered it to Chuck pouting my lips at him. He retorted with his empty cup and pouted back. I sighed and took his drink and he gave me a pat on the ass sending me off to get him a drink. I was starting to rethink wearing such a short skirt, but quickly forgot about it as I headed into the crowd of people in the kitchen and found my way to the line leading to the punch bowl. There was a couple making out on the counter next to the punch bowl. I didn’t know either of them.



The guy was dressed as a priest and the girl as a catholic school girl. He had his hands on her thighs as they groped each other and made out. I couldn’t help but watch as the line moved towards the bowl. People were dancing in the living room and moved in and out of the kitchen grabbing beers, mingling, and laughing. The music flowed through the room with a rhythmic beat that made my heart pound. As I got closer to the punch bowl, I realized that the girl had a hand between her legs and was stroking the guy’s exposed cock as he opened his black robe slightly. They did a good job concealing it and I could only see because of my angle as I approached the punch bowl. I watched as he slid one of his hands down between her legs and slid it into her pussy as she slid red panties to the side. She moaned quietly as he closed his eyes feeling her hands pumping his penis up and down. I was jolted back from my voyeurism moment by the guy dishing out red punch.



He looked at me and said,”Hey, you hear me? I said, one or two.”



I blinked at him and smiled, “Two please.”



He looked me up and down as he filled my drinks and handed them back to me.



“Be careful with these, they will sneak up on you” he commented pointing to the drinks. I got one final glimpse of the beautiful cock being stroked before heading back towards the dining room. I smirked as I noticed other people in the line staring at the couple drunk with passion practically fucking in the kitchen.



I stopped as I heard the music stop momentarily and heard a strange sound from the living room. I swung around to see foam starting to fill up to shoulder level to the people in the room.



The DJ announced loudly, “Foam party” before cranking up the music again.



More people rushed into the living room and I felt myself be swept into the room with the crowd and my friends who echoed the DJs announcement. I had never danced in foam and it was pretty neat as the lighted changed colors with the music and the people moved with the beat. The room was pretty crowded and I was just below the top of the foam seeing only hints of shapes and foam all around me. I soon felt a large body press behind me and grind against me.



I pushed back and danced with him holding my punch filled cups up and screaming, “Woo!” I looked over my shoulder to see who it was, but only was foam and a brown shirt and pants every time he bumped his crotch against my ass. I took a big gulp of my drink and realized I still had the second so decided to finish off the first so



I had a free hand. I really got into the music and sipped my drink as I ground against the body pressed against me. I felt him run his hands along my thighs and hold me close. I put my free hand up behind his neck to run my hands through his hair. His head was leaning against mine as we dipped down and back up. He soon moved his hands up under my skirt. I sucked in air for a second, but was feeling good and didn’t push him away just yet. The music continued on and I heard all the people laughing and dancing the night away happily.



I scratched my hand down to his leg as he slipped one of his fingers to the edge of my panties slowly pushing down as he edged his fingers beneath. I looked down and felt my heart skip a beat. For a moment I looked around the room to see if anyone was seeing what was going on. I bit my lips as I took another gulp of my drink. I was really feeling buzzed now edging toward my limit and figured I would stop him if he went too far, but had never had this happen before so I would see where it went. I closed my eyes as I felt his finger slid inside my pussy. He whispered in my ear, “Wow, you feel so wet and warm.”



I didn’t respond and just kept grinding. I started to feel a bulge grow in his pants as he got turned on by fingering me. I felt him slip a second finger into me and start plunging in and out gently. I spread my legs a little bit and let him continue. He kept going as my heart started to race. I felt wetness run down my leg to the tops of my silver thigh high heels. I gripped his leg tightly and finished the last of my drink. I dropped the cup on the floor. He started a constant rhythm on my pussy. I felt him get harder and moved my hand to rub his cock on the outside of his pants. He did not respond and kept stroking my clit until I started to shake and pant.



He whispered in my ear again, “Are you going to cum?”



I nodded as I panted and responded, “Yes. Oh my god yes. Please keep going.”



His hands did not falter and then I felt a wet spot form in his pants as his cock throbbed against my hand. I immediately felt myself cum so hard and squeezed my legs together as he plunged two fingers deep inside me until I finished cumming. I tried to gain my composure and turned to see who my companion had been, but he had already vanished into the foam. I blinked feeling so horny after that and realized I was just standing in the crowd of people dumbfounded.



My friend Cindy found me and laughed,” Oh my god, Lauren, you look so wasted. Are you ok?”



I looked at her and licked my lips and nodded slowly. She led my upstairs into the bathroom and closed the door.



“What happened to you?” She asked in the sisterly way she always had.



I shook my head not wanting her to know what a slut I had been to let a stranger finger me while I stroked his penis through his pants. She told me to sit down and looked at me probingly. “You sure you are ok?” She asked again not quite convinced.



I nodded again smiling stupidly and wrinkled my nose giggling a bit.



Cindy rolled her eyes and said, “Listen, Chuck is taking me home so ride home with Rose and Frank, ok?”



I giggled again and drunkenly nodded to her. She sighed and said, “Maybe I should go find them.”



I nodded and she headed back out the party closing the door behind her calling back for me to lock the door until she got back.



I stared at the lock on the door and then drifted to the mirror and sink. I blinked at myself in the mirror and blew myself a kiss.



I then squinted at the mirror and frowned yelling, “Slut” at the mirror. I laughed and lost my balance falling into the bathtub behind me. I sat there for a few minutes and heard someone banging on the door. I thought about saying something, but instead just slid myself long ways into the tub and closed the curtains. I stared at the ceiling then at the old fashioned knobs on the tub. I heard the door shake and then someone turn the knob and enter. A blast of music entered the room for a moment until the door shut again and locked. I heard steps walk past the tub and to the toilet. I felt myself get annoyed with the thought that someone was going to pee on my seat and just grinned at the silliness of the thought.



I heard a zipper slid down, a male sigh of relief, and the sound of a waterfall pouring into the toilet bowl. I listened quietly as I looked at my dress and then my heels. I really liked my thigh high heels. I had never owned a pair and I wondered why people don’t wear them all the time.



I laughed and covered my mouth realizing I had made a sound.



I heard the pee stop and a booming slurred voice call out, “Someone in here?”



I pulled myself up to my knees, put my hands on the edge of the tub and started to pull myself up as the curtain slid open. I bonked my face against a large penis and caught a glimpse of a bright orange inmate costume. I recognized it from walking through the living room. He was dancing with a girl in a toga.



I laughed looking up at him and said, “Your penis bonked me.”



He just looked down at me and said, “You’re cute” as he put his hand on the back of my head and pulled my mouth towards his penis. Still feeling horny and drunk, I thought to myself, “fuck it” and took in his nice hard cock. I grabbed the back of his legs and worked my head back and forth on his huge length. I sucked hard as it exited my mouth and twirled my tongue on it as it entered my mouth again. He moaned loudly as he tilted his head up and put both his hands on the back of my head.



I kept bobbing until I heard a knock on the door, “Lauren, its Cindy, Rose and Frank are downstairs waiting for you to take you home.”



I tried to respond with the prisoner guy’s cock still in my mouth mumbling incoherently.



The guy boomed back to Cindy, “Someone’s in here.” Cindy responded, “Is there a girl in a space costume in there anywhere?”



He looked down at me smiling. I looked up at him slowly sucking on his cock cupping his balls in my hands.



“No, there’s no one in here but me.” He said to Cindy. There was silence outside the door once more and I bobbed my head faster. He moved his pelvis back and forth fucking my mouth and then finally blew his load into my mouth without warning. I gagged as he shoved his cock deep in my mouth unloading all his cum down my throat. My eyes watered up and I finally pushed him off of me falling back into the tub. The sour taste in my mouth was nasty.



I was still left so horny. I pulled myself up and looked around, but he was gone. I sighed and pulled myself out of the tub and walked up to the sink to get a drink of water. I cleaned up my makeup that had run as a result of having a cock shoved down my throat and headed for the door to the bathroom. I opened the door to a couple of girls that rushed in closing the door behind them. I snarled at people dressed as M&Ms and moved downstairs again looking for my friends.



The foam had settled on the floor by now and it looks slippery. I carefully moved towards the front of the house to get to the dining room again.



I finally found Chrissie who shook her head looking worried at me, “Lauren, what the fuck? We were looking all over for you. I figured you had left with some guy or something. Rose and her stupid boyfriend already left. Have you seen Cindy?”



I blinked several times confused. I know Cindy had said something to me and I just sighed and said, “I think she left.”



Chrissie rolled her eyes at me and I rolled my eyes back at her mockingly. She then gave me a stern look and pulled me back towards our safe corner of the dining room. Other people had occupied some of the chairs and were playing strip poker thought it appeared to be fixed as there were 2 fully clothed guys playing against a French maid with just white panties, a black garter, black thigh highs and heels, and a school teacher with a white buttoned down shirt and heels on. I looked back at Chrissie and followed her to the patio where we sat down on some chairs.



She looked at me sternly again which I mocked back and said “stay here.” She pointed a finger at me and I snapped at it smiling at her. She pursed her lips and headed back inside. People were swimming naked in the pool and it looked like the couple that had been making out in the kitchen had passed out after fucking on the lawn.



I saw a priest resting his head on a bare breasted school girl who still gripped his cock. A couple of guys stood over them taking pictures. They prodded at the couple and laughed when they did not respond to them lightly kicking them. I looked around towards the open patio door and saw that the party was weaning out a bit too a few people dancing and others making out or getting ready to leave.



I turned back to the pool as the nude swimmers were getting out. Shriveled penises followed 3 girls who moved towards the side of the house where there were towels and their clothes. I was left alone outside in the dark with the passed out couple and the two guys amused by the situation. One of them now had swung his head under the girls arm to get a picture with him holding her exposed tits and pointed with his free hand at the girl’s priest who had passed out. I sighed and wondered what was taking Chrissie so long. I laid my head on the table and just looked across the pool.



I sat there for a while listening to the music slowing its rhyme in time with the party until I heard one of the guys playing the with couple say, “Dude, what are you doing?”



I perked up and sniffed as I turned my head the other way towards the grassy area. One of the boys had rolled the girl on her back and pushed her legs apart. Her skirt was pushed up and he slid her red panties down to the top of her knee high white socks. She wore black Mary Janes. Her white buttoned shirt was wide open. I watched as the guy pulled his furry bear pants down to his knees and exposed a rock hard cock.



His friend looked down at him as he moved towards the girl, “Dude, seriously, not cool.” The friend wore a pig costume and had left the head on the pool patio near the diving board. He looked around and saw me though I probably looked asleep because he looked back at his friend and said, “I am out dude. Come one.”



The bear, as I will call him, looked at his friend and laughed, “Look at that sweet pussy waiting to be fucked. I can’t help it that her boy here was too drunk.”



With that, he plunged his cock into the girl’s pussy. He thrust back and forth inside of her and turned only towards me to watch his friend walk inside. I didn’t move my head, but heard his friend mumble a complaint past me and head inside. I sat glued still wasted drunk watching this guy fuck some passed out girl. I thought to myself what a strange party as I slid my fingers between my legs and start playing with myself as the bear fucked the school girl. He pounded away at her proudly while she still lightly held onto the passed out priest’s cock. Finally with a loud howl the bear’s ass tightened and he exploded his cum deep inside the girl figuring she would think it was the priest’s sweet juice inside her. He sat in front of his work for a few minutes before pulling up his pants and walking towards me. I quickly stopped masturbating as he stumbled past me. He stopped for a moment and looked at me.



He mumbled to himself as he moved close to me, “Man, I should have fucked this chick. What a hot little body she has.”



He moved closer shuffling drunkenly over to me. I felt one of his hands reach down my top and squeeze one of my tits. He moved his other hand down to the back of my dress and pulled it up to look at my ass, “Man, I should fuck this too.”



He pulled his hand off my ass and kept playing with my tits with the other. I heard him reach into his pants and start playing with himself again.



Just then, I heard the voice of Chrissie shout, “What the fuck do you think you are doing, Asshole?”



The bear just mumbled back, “Just checking on your friend, bitch. Sorry.”



With that he brushed by Chrissie slapping her ass as he went inside. Chrissie came over to me hearing me giggling.



“Are you ok? Did he do anything to you?” She asked concerned.



I shook my head, “Nope.”



I pushed myself off the chair and stood up as Chrissie caught me. I laughed again and she giggled back.



I looked at her and exclaimed in a good slur, “You’re drunk, missy.”



She laughed and responded, “Not as drunk as you, Lauren. Come on, let’s get you home.”



I sighed and allowed her to help me inside. Only a few people were inside and my long lost host friend, Kiki rushed passed us throwing cups and bottles in a garbage bag she clung to.



I pushed away from Chrissie and exclaimed, “Kiki!”



To which Kiki stopped what she was doing and looked at Lauren and Chrissie smiling, “Looks like you two had a fun at my party tonight.”



“Do you like my zombie cheerleader costume, Kiki?” Chrissie asked giving her a twirl.



Kiki chuckled and said, “You both look like total drunken sluts and neither of you is driving home in that condition. You are staying here my friends.” Not allowing us to resist she dropped the bag of garbage and lead us upstairs. She pointed to a room down the hall, “Chrissie, go to bed. There is a bottle of water in there with your name on it.”



Chrissie’s eyes brightened and she gave Kiki a sloppy hug before dashing down the hall to a wonderful sleep. I swayed a bit staring at the ceiling and then downstairs listening to the light chatter as the last of the people left. I sighed and nodded at Chrissie who seemed to be speaking to me and pointing towards a door. I gave a Cheshire grin as I headed towards the room. I opened the door to the room and closed it behind me heading towards the bathroom seeking water and to pee.



The bathroom was a hallway with two connecting doors. One led out to the party where I had come once before early in the evening and the other to my bedroom. I looked at the sink and grabbed the bottle of water as I finished peeing. I stood up and washed my hands being sure to clean the glitter and makeup from my face. I drank all the water in a single gulp. I stood staring in the mirror for a bit making sure my skin was clean and then heard snoring. I blinked for a second and turned around realizing that the curtain was closed. I quietly laughed at a funny thought I had and pulled the curtain to reveal the piggy friend of the bear. He was sound asleep in the tub with no clothes on and his cock shriveled staring at me. I poked at it and sat down on the tile floor of the bathroom and stared back at it.



After a few moments, I started to play with it and stroke it to see if I could wake the little beast without rousing its master. The little soldier started to stand to attention with each gentle stroke. I looked at the piggy sound asleep and then opened my mouth and gently started sucking on his penis. I soon felt it filling my mouth with its mass and pulled it out to inspect my progress. I stopped and looked at the piggy and his handsome cock ready for a rider and thought about his friend, the bear, fucking that unconscious girl. I slid my panties onto the floor and pulled the dress over my head. I unbuttoned my bra and tossed it on the floor.

My brother is good looking but I had never thought about having sex with him. However one time, when Alex was visiting Lucy and I for the weekend, I came home on the Saturday morning, and found her (we had an open relationship) having sex with him. I was annoyed at Lucy for fucking my brother. I was going to storm out and did not want to be around a family member (literally …lol) when they are fucking.



Lucy caught me at the doorway and said, “Laura, don’t leave. I mean, you can’t storm off angry. You love watching me have sex. Please stay.”



I asked Alex, “how do you feel about your sister watching you?”



Alex replied, “Since you have now seen me totally naked with an erection, you may as well stay and watch. Not too close.”



He indicated the dressing chair in the corner.



I hesitated, before realising the chair was in a dark corner of the room, and I could watch them without them really noticing me. The light above the bed was on fully making the bed almost floodlit. After a while I started to get seriously aroused.



I said to Lucy, “What a horny sight, seeing that nice cock pumping into you!”



Alex sniggered, and pointed out, “Should you be commenting on ‘your brothers manhood’?”



They continued for some time, with Lucy shouting, “Fuck me….fuck me hard….mmmm harder.”



Alex slowed for a bit and Lucy turned to me and said, “How aroused are you, Laura?”



Without thinking in my aroused state, I said, “I am so wet and my panties are soaked.”



Alex withdrew from Lucy’s pussy, turned to me, his hand massaging his glistening cock, and winked at me. I blushed, realising I had told Alex that I was aroused by watching him.



Alex repeated Lucy question, “Are you REALLY aroused?”



Feeling daring, I said something like “I am very wet from watching your lovely prick fuck my girlfriend!”



Lucy told me it was about time I undressed. I hesitated and Lucy asked Alex, “Would you like to see your sister naked and aroused?”



“Oh god yes……..please.”



I was turned on by Alex wanting me to undress, and I thought there is no harm in us being naked, we have seen each other naked before, especially given the darkness of the corner of the room.



A few times since puberty we have accidentally walked in on the other dressing or undressing. I once walked into the family shower room and caught him rubbing his erection….At the time I said sorry and left…..we were both really embarrassed.



I slipped off my pop socks. Then I unbuttoned my blouse, and as I pulled it over my shoulder, I could see Alex staring at my bra, licking his lips.



I unbuttoned my Jeans and stood to remove them, dropping my blouse on the floor.



As I stepped forward out of the Jeans, Alex said, “Pretty in pink!” commenting on the Pink Lepel Fiori set I have chosen that morning.



Still standing, I reached behind my back and unclipped the bra and slipped the straps off my shoulders. Without thinking I had moved much closer to the bed, away from the dark corner.



Alex said, “What fabulous titties you have!”.



This made me blush, I was slightly annoyed by the expression and now regretted undressing, standing topless, in a pair of semi sheer lacy briefs. I shivered, though it was not at all cold in the room.



“Are you cold?” Alex asked, “Your nipples are so erect!”



Lucy interjected, “Her nipples get hard when she is really turned on. Come on Laura, much as Alex likes your pink panties, he wants to see your pussy!”



I was now much closer to the bed and could smell the aroma of sex. I considered running from the room and started to back off.



However, Alex had resumed stroking his cock, and Lucy was fondling his balls and licking his chest. I wanted to see more. I retreated to the reassuring darkness of the chair. I pulled my legs up onto the chair, and carefully removed my lacy briefs. Now in the gloom, with my legs up, no one could see anything.



Lucy said, “Oh no you don’t, Alex wants to see you properly. Come on.”



Thinking I had gone this far, and that the corner is dark anyway, I slipped my legs off the chair and opened my legs slightly.



Alex remarked, “I can tell she is not shaved like you, Lucy. But it is too dark to see anything else.”



Lucy whispered something in Alex’s ear. He nodded.



Lucy jumped off the bed and came over and stood naked in front of me, blocking Alex from seeing me. She said, “Give me a hug, to reassure me you are happy to be here, naked in this room.”



I stood and embraced her. We kissed, our tongues intertwining. Her hands fondling my bottom. I started to rub my leg up against her leg and my hands carressed her back. My brother’s presence was totally forgotton, as Lucy’s hand started to assault my pussy. A finger slipped in to my vagina, making me groan loudly.



I never noticed Alex come past me and pick up the chair. With me totally aroused, she started to step backwards towards the bed. I followed, hungry for her body.



Suddenly, Lucy removed her finger from inside me, and jumped back on the bed. Leaving me standing by the bed, sweat running down between my breasts. One leg touching the duvet and the other touching the chair which had been moved right next to the side of the bed.



“Well, hello,” said Alex “Where do you think you are going?” “Sit on the chair!” he ordered.



I had forgotton about my naked brother!



I did as he told me. Sitting down with my legs together, aware of my wet pussy in contact with the fabric of the chair. He swung his legs over the bed and sat down facing me.



“Come on Laura,” he said “You are happy looking at my erection, I want to see you properly.”



I opened my legs a little.



“Laura, your brother wants to see your cunt. The wet labia I have just been fingering.” Lucy exclaimed.



I then thought “what the hell”. I moved back into the chair and lifted my legs over the arms, presenting myself fully to him.



Lucy giggled, “Dirty bitch,” she said, “What do you think of your sister’s CUNT?”



Alex said, “I love looking at my sister’s CUNT. She has a beautiful CUNT!”



He kept repeating that word, placing emphasis on it.



“Mmm, Laura’s CUNT is really wet. Such an aroused CUNT. A sexy CUNT. Lucy, you must love licking this open CUNT.”



It obviously turned him on, and turned me on too. Alex was stroking his erection the whole time.



I felt a bit self conscious and put my hand over my pussy.



Lucy immediately said, “Oh look, Laura is going to finger herself!”



I wasn’t, but my finger was wet and I could not help myself. Lucy then said, “I want to kiss her and fuck her. Laura, join me on the bed.”



Alex got off the bed and said he would get a drink. With my brother out of the room, I was happy to oblige. We started to have sex, rubbing our legs up against each other, carressing each other, kissing etc.



Alex came back with a coke and sat in the chair. I kept making sure he had a good view of me, wiggling my arse at him. I thought it funny at the time. Lucy and I were side by side, Alex sitting in a chair at the right side of the bed, nearest me.



Lucy mouth was over my left tit and she was sucking it and biting my nipple. It hurts when she does this, yet when I am aroused, it can make me cum.



Suddenly Lucy moved her face away and said, “Alex, come over this side and lay down beside me?”



By now I had cum a couple of times and was sooo aroused and thought as long as Lucy is between us, it was alright. My hand was over Lucy’s pussy as Alex lifted her leg and slid his erection into her cunt from behind. His cock ran across my hand as it went in and his balls were still touching me.



Lucy said “Go on Laura, fondle his balls?”



I had only touched them by accident and I thought what difference does another touch matter?



Lucy loves anal sex and asked Alex, “Your cock feels lovely in my pussy, but I would love to feel you slide inside my ass.”



Alex replied, “I love fucking a sexy girl’s bumhole.”



I was shocked at my younger brother, “Alex, you are rude!”



I watched as Alex’s cock slid out of Lucy’s pussy. Alex spat on his cock and moved it towards Lucy’s bottom. He parted her cheeks and presented his cock to Lucy’s brown eye.



“Watch this,” he said to me as he pushed his cock slowly into my lover’s ass.



Lucy groaned and panted and exclaimed “Oh god, yes!” several times.



When he was fully in she told Alex, “Your sister likes a nice cock inside her shithole too.”



Alex looked at me and asked me, “Laura, do you like a cock in your ass?”



I looked at Alex’s cock, making sure he saw me, and said casually, “I would much rather have it in my pussy!”



Lucy was squirming and clearly uncomfortable being ass fucked.



She asked me, “Laura, I need more stimulation, please go down and lick my pussy. I want to enjoy your brother’s cock in my bum.”



I loved Lucy and knew she found anal painful if she was not fully aroused, so immediately went down on her, even though I knew my face would be right next to my brother’s cock. With me licking and sucking and fingering her pussy and clit she soon started to enjoy the pounding in her ass.



After a few more minutes, Alex groaned and filled Lucy’s ass with his cum. He left the room, to shower.



With Lucy’s asshole still open from the onslaught, she asked me, “Laura, I need your soothing tongue on my bumhole.”



I started to lick her anus and she started oozing cum. I realised I was tasting my brother’s spunk from her ass.



By the time Alex returned his cock had recovered and he was obviously ready for more. She and I were now chatting on the bed.



Alex got back on the bed and kissed and carressed Lucy, she starting to stroke his cock.



Lucy said to Alex, “You missed seeing Laura licking my cum oozing asshole. She enjoyed tasting and swallowing your cum.”



Without thinking I moved forward and grabbed his cock and shoved it in my mouth. He was surprised but Lucy egged him on.



She said, “Grab her hair and force her face harder on your penis!”



I was going to stop sucking him, when I realised what I was doing. A girl sees a cock and instinct takes over, I don’t think I was aware I was grabbing my brother’s cock. Anyway, my head was being held tightly. My 3 years younger brother was forcing me to suck him off (though I had started it myself). After he got hard, I managed to pull back and survey my handiwork. Some precum was dribbling and I stuck my tongue out and licked it.



I told Alex, “You are ready now, fuck my lover.”



Lucy said, “I have your cum in my ass, I want some in my CUNT.”



At that point, I realised we had been here before, except before I was sitting clothed on the chair and now I was naked and wet on the bed running my hands over Lucy and my stark naked brother’s body. He was on top of her and kissing her. I leaned over and Lucy kissed me. Alex’s face was near mine and we (I am not sure who moved first) started kissing.



Lucy moved off the bed and came round my side, all the time I was french kissing Alex. She got on the bed and started to finger fuck me…..Alex was kissing me and playing with my nipples. I was enjoying all this, and I knew my boundaries had changed, but at this point the limit was a few sucks of his cock and a bit of kissing and fondling.



After he and I had been kissing and carressing for a while I came from the fingering. I stopped kissing Alex and realised Lucy was sitting in the chair watching us, her fingers in her snatch.



I looked at Alex and said “Oh god…….how long?” He had been fingering my cunt for some time. He lifted his hand, which was obviously wet and started licking his fingers.



He asked me, “Are you upset…..that I have been fingering you….that you have cum under my efforts?”



I answered, “I was surprised thats all…..you are very good at it brov!”



He kissed me very gently on the lips, and said “Thank you sis.”



Sis was the affectionate name he used on rare occasions.



He questioned me, “Should we stop now?”



I knew at that moment that all boundaries had gone……..that I wanted my brother inside me.



“MAKE LOVE TO ME ALEX!”, I said loudly.



He replied, “I am not sure we both want this.”



I could see his cock was soo big and twitching slightly.



I opened my legs wide and smiled…….and mouthed



“Fuck me.”



Weirdly that was the nicest fuck I have ever had. With a guy, I mean!



It must have been about 4pm by the time we had lunch that day. We had all showered and dressed by then. After a leisurely meal, he brought up the subject of our intimacy. I told him flat out, that



“After this weekend we will never have sex again.”



I left the room to take the plates to the dishwasher. I was in the kitchen with my back to the doorway, when I heard him come in. He came up behind me, and shoved his hand up my skirt. He put his chin on my shoulder, kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “Nice invitation.”



I heard my best CK panties being ripped off and felt his cock enter me from behind.



During this rough but fun sex, he told me that we would fuck so much that day and Sunday, that by the the end of the weekend, we would both be very sore. He was right too!

I lie as helpless as a new born babe, more so even. My legs and arms are tied tighter than they ever have been before, allowing me no movement, no wriggle room.



I am both blindfolded and gagged.



He has beaten me earlier, hard, on the backside, my arms held high above my head, the restraints supporting me. At the same time tiring out my wrists and arms.



I anticipate the morning light and the bright purple bruises it will reveal.



But now he has me bound on the bed.



Slightly drunk and slightly high from the codeine. Which generally means he is going to do something to me that he is unsure if I can take.



I hear him approach, his heavy boots making the bare floorboards creak. I catch a whiff of a heady smell but at the same time artificial, chemical. Then a more familiar one hits my nostrils, the delicious scent of medicinal alcohol. I know and anticipate with pleasure what is going to come next. He likes his filthy slut to be clean for him. I hear the liquid slosh out of the bottle, then the sound of the lid being replaced.



He sits between my spread legs and slowly wipes the rubbing alcohol soaked cotton wool all over my sex, making sure there is no crease or fold missed. Then my arse hole receives the same treatment and they are both stinging, tingling, painful yet pleasant. The familiar sensation makes my cunt wetter, my desire for what he does to me grow until I almost feel engulfed, overwhelmed by it.



I am in need of stimulation, some sort of rubbing or penetration but I know that’s not on the cards, yet.



He reaches across for something, his elbow landing heavily on my thigh. And then the other smell hits my nostrils again, and this time it comes to me, what it is.



Glue. I feel dread mix with my anticipation.



I feel something sharp, pointed plastic, running down the inside of my outer vaginal lips, leaving a slimy trail in it’s wake. He reaches over me again and places the object, the tube of glue down.



He strokes up my thighs and this sensation alone is almost enough for me to cum. Then he is pinching my cunt lips together, hard, whilst he counts slowly to sixty. When he releases, my cunt lips stay closed, glued together, glued shut.



His fingers lovingly trace over the sealed cleft, across my perineum and down to my arse hole.



He slowly pushes one, then two, then three fingers inside. “I decided that we didn’t need your cunt anymore” he whispers harshly. “Not when this hole is tighter”.



I shake my head, pleading for him not to do this through my gag. I can feel my eyes filling up with tears at the thought of never having access to the central point of my pleasure ever again. I promise that I will do my Keegles five times a day, that I will let him throat fuck me until it feels normal, induces me to cum, only please don’t take away my cunt.



Of course, all that comes out is frustrated whimpering noises and groans. Half words that can carry no meaning.



“What’s that? he teases, “Filthy slut needs her cunt?”



I nod my head, as vigorously as I can.



“But’s it’s going to hurt to open it back up, can filthy slut take it?” I nod my head, even harder this time.



He leans over me again, picks something up. He traces something hard and cold over my thighs.



“I’m going to cut it back open. I could rip it but even I feel that may be going one stage too far. Are you ready?”



Again, I nod. Understanding about why he ordered me not to shave for over the past week floods through me.



He takes the knife and, starting at the bottom, cuts through the glued together pubic hair, occasionally nicking or ripping slightly, but in comparison with the beatings he normally gives me, by no means unbearable.



When he’s finished, his hand and fingers explore the rediscovered territory.



“Enjoyed that, didn’t you? I can tell, your cunt is sopping wet.”



And then I get my reward, four fingers and a thumb, plunging into me, opening me up, making me tingle and gasp through the gag.



When he’s finished, he first pushes his cock into the hole he has just invaded with his fingers.



He gets his prick covered in my slippery juices, then, as is his want, forces his cock into my arse hole.



As I feel him getting ready to cum, he whispers in my ear “We’ll let you keep it.”



A pause “This time”.

She finally unlocks the door and lets me into the bathroom.



Anne always liked to take her showers long and warm, and even though she’s been in here a good forty minutes, she’s still in a bathrobe. With a towel wrapped around her hair and a foot on the bathtub, she’s painting her toenails and humming that “Wrecking Ball” song that’s so popular right now.



I look at her in the mirror as I’m wiping off my makeup. She’s a bit younger than me, but I’m proud to say you probably couldn’t tell.



I notice her wide smile, and I ask: “Going out tonight?”



She nods and keeps on humming as she works on the other foot. I grab my toothbrush, pour some paste on it, and can’t resist adding:



“…With a special someone?” mocking her with a high pitch.



Her smile widens. “You could say so,” she says, then wiggles her toes, admiring her work.



I’m so curious to know more, it’s like a black hole in the back side of my brain, eating away at my thoughts until I can sate it, but she doesn’t tell me anything more. I spit out the toothpaste and ask:



“So, is it John? Henry?”



“Nope,” she says, “and nope.” Then she pushes me aside to use the hairdryer.



I wipe off a drop of toothpaste that fell onto my pink nightie, and leave her all the room she needs. I sit on the bathtub, right behind her, and over the hairdryer’s noise I ask:



“Paul? That cute guy from Starbucks?”



“Nope.”



“Come on, tell me who it is!”



“Nope.”



I’m thinking about it as hard as I can. I know she’ll tell me if I guess right, she just likes to play games. I tie my blond hair in a ponytail and try again:



“It’s the bus driver! Leo!”



“What? Ew. No, it’s not him!”



Her short red hair is all dry and I still haven’t got a clue. I follow her all the way to her room. She drops the bathrobe and starts rummaging through her closet.



“It’s not Justin, is it? Tell me it’s not Justin.”



“Fuck, no. I’m not that desperate.” She finds a couple of short dresses, one blue, low cut, with a golden belt around the waist, and the other white, with a nice open back. She holds them both out in front and asks me, “Which one?”



I point at the white dress, and she wears the blue one. She’s too busy straightening it out to notice my eyes rolling. When she’s satisfied with her cleavage, she grabs a pair of black sandals and puts them on, then sits at her makeup table and starts carefully highlighting her already pleasant features.



She’s about halfway through when I hear Miley Cyrus singing. It’s Anne’s phone going off. It’s Anne’s boyfriend calling her!



I race to the phone. Since I’m not holding a pencil to my eyeball and I’m not wearing heels, I beat her easily to it. She lunges forward to grab it off my hand but I dash away and take the call.



“Hel-lo there!” I sing into the phone.



“Hey sweetie, I’m here. You ready to go yet?”



I know that voice. I look at Anne and she’s biting her lips, one hand on her chin. I turn away from her and I say, to the phone: “…Mike?”



“Oh, fuck,” he says, “Christie?”



I close the call and throw away the phone. It bounces off the couch and crashes onto the floor, its cover splits and the battery flies off.



Anne screams something at me but I’m louder:



“You’re dating my EX?!”



“So what? You two are over, aren’t you?!” she says, then runs into her room and locks herself in.



“That’s not the point!” I say, trying in vain to open the door, “you know he’s an asshole!”



“He’s not! And it’s none of your business!”



We argue through the door — well, mostly, I scream at her silence — for a while, then the key turns and the door opens. Her makeup is done and she’s holding her purse. She storms off past me. I try to get in the way but she steps on my foot with the heel and I fall on the couch, whimpering.



“Goodnight, Christie,” she says, and slams the door behind her.



Suffice to say I didn’t expect this. Anne and I have been flatmates for a couple of years, friends for a decade, and I don’t know if I’m more hurt by her betrayal or my inability to see it coming.



I lay on the bed and try to get some sleep, but thoughts of my best friend enjoying a night out with my ex flood my mind and keep me awake. She didn’t wear panties, did she? He’s going to hurt her, just like he hurt me… Is he trying to get back at me? Is he trying to get back -with- me?



My mind is broken. I don’t know if I’m supposed to save Anne from Mike, or just hate Mike, or let them go because they deserve each other. What would I do if he came over to stay with her? Do I have to get a new home?



All the thoughts just keep on piling up and no matter how much I toss and turn, I realize there’s no way I’m going to get any sleep. I step out of bed, which by now is just a mess of tangled sheets, walk to the living room and sit on the couch.



It feels weird to sit on cold leather in just a nightie, so I grab a blanket and wrap myself with it, then I turn on the TV. One of those cute little romantic comedies is on. I think it could keep my mind off Anne and Mike long enough to fall asleep, but I couldn’t be any more mistaken.



I don’t know if the actors just look like them or what, but my eyes just keep switching their faces and I see Anne and Mike dating. Anne and Mike arguing. Anne and Mike having sex. And that’s where I draw the line. I haven’t had any since I broke up with Mike, two months ago, and all this thinking about them hooking up has, to my shame, kind of turned me on.



My hand wanders under my nightie and I’m so wet my panties are soaked. I think about heading back to my room for some alone time but then I realize Anne won’t be home for quite a while and a sick idea blooms in my head. Seconds later, my nightie and panties are on the floor and I’m sitting on the couch, naked.



I’ve never done it in the living room. I feel so free, so happy, it’s like I’m getting back at Anne for backstabbing me. I rub my legs together as I massage my breast and zap around the channels looking for something hot. I settle on some sort of sports reality show, there’s all kinds of hot guys sweating around the gym half naked. I set it on mute and part my legs slightly.



My hand starts working by itself, rubs my clitoris and it feels so good. I’m doing something forbidden. I’m doing something nasty. And I’m loving it. I want it to be more scandalous. I want to show the world I can break the rules, too. I get on my knees on the couch cushion and bend over its backrest.



The remote is big, black and rubbery. The battery slot stands out in a nicely rounded bulge. All throughout its length, there’s bumps and stuff for ergonomics. Just looking at it, my heart skips a beat. Should I? Could I? No, and no.



Which means I must.



I grab the remote and I spread my pussy with two fingers. I savor the moment, rubbing my labia with it, waving my hips against it and my breasts against the couch, until I can’t take it any more and I push it in.



It doesn’t go in smoothly, no matter how wet I am, but I want this. I want this so much, I just keep pushing. It gets to my g-spot, and I moan. It feels so good to just move it back and forth right there, moaning as loud as I want to, showing the world how much I don’t care.



But I want more. I want to be taken completely. And I push it further in, and it leaves me breathless, and I’m almost done, I’m about to come, the remote stretching me wide, when I hear voices outside the door.



I scamper over the couch. The remote falls out of me. The voices are very close. A man and a woman. I can’t tell what they’re saying. I force myself to run for cover and I notice too late that I just closed myself in Anne’s room.



My breath is heavy and my thighs are wet. I caught a glimpse of myself in Anne’s mirror and my face and neck are flushed red all the way to my chest. My nipples are so hard, and I’m getting goosebumps all over. I bite my nails and I wait.



And I wait.



And I wait.



Nobody’s coming. Maybe I could have gotten to my room by now. I peek out slightly and all is quiet. The voices are gone. I tip-toe all the way to my room, then, feeling brave, I reach the front door and look to the peephole. A couple is kissing on the porch. I’m startled, but it’s not them. It’s just my neighbors, calling an early night to get some action, it would seem.



I sigh in relief. My built-up orgasm is all gone, now, but my excitement hasn’t faded any. Also, that quick venture into Anne’s room just gave me another sick idea.



I’m not into that kind of stuff, but I know Anne has an extensive collection of toys. I’ve never seen it but, a few months ago, I wandered into the bathroom only to see her on her knees, legs spread wide, with a huge vibrating dildo half sticking out of her.



We never spoke of that incident again, unless you count that one time she got drunk and told me all about her fancy collection.



And where she hides it.



Still naked, I walk back to her room. I pull out the underwear drawer and the fake bottom underneath her thongs and bras and whatevers.



I confess, the sight is more on the funny side than the exciting one. There’s dildos of all shapes and sizes and materials. A few butt plugs. Some things I don’t even know what they are. I try and picture what they’re going to feel like inside me. My heart races and my belly warms up.



Anne masturbated with these. I think about her, on the bed, when I’m not home, riding one of these dildos until she screams. I think about me, stealing one of her toys and masturbating on her bed until I come.



I pick a small one. The others are sort of intimidating. It’s an egg, pink and rubbery, although much more slick than the tv remote, even with all the waves and bumps carved into it. There’s a tiny, flexible silver antenna sticking out of it, and a small, pink, plastic remote right next to it.



I hold it in my hand and twist the speed setting. It feels funny, and soon enough I get it on my nipple, at the lowest setting. I kneel on Anne’s bed and slowly increase the intensity up to about half way through.



That’s when I move it down to my clitoris. I push it against me and it feels so good I moan and grind my hips and I get my face down on the pillow. I’m already about to come and I can’t believe there’s still so much more to it. I can’t allow myself to orgasm just yet; I want to enjoy this first go as long as possible… Then I can always get more.



It’s hard to stop masturbating, but I do. I turn off the egg and I lie belly up on Anne’s bed. I bring my knees to my chest and, legs apart, I slowly push the egg into my pussy. It’s not as big as the remote but I’m quivering with anticipation about the vibrations. I’m so wet, it slides in with just the right amount of resistance.



It’s resting against my g-spot, and I finally turn it on. I increase the intensity. I’m loving it, I moan and I rub myself, my nipples and clitoris, as the vibrations melt my mind and I can’t stop vocalizing. I’m almost there. I’m about to come. It’s on the highest setting now and it’s driving me insane.



It moves a little further in, so I instinctively reach into myself to pull it back towards my g-spot.



I grab, I pull, it gives; I come screaming and writhing on Anne’s bed and I’m a mess of sweat and juices and I can’t stop smiling as wave after wave of delight rips through me, made more powerful by the vibrations.



My pussy contracts and I feel the egg and its vibrations moving further up my belly. It’s making me twitch in waves of pleasure, too much pleasure, so I turn the knob all the way to off.



And it keeps on vibrating at the highest setting.



And I realize that, pulling at the antenna, it came off.



I try and reach inside of me with my fingers, but the slightest touch is unbearable. The vibrations are even worse. My hips move of their own accord, trying to escape this torment. When I finally manage to endure my own touch long enough to enter myself, I come again.



I push and buckle and it’s so strong I can’t even scream. The pleasure mixed with fear grips my whole body and shakes me. I need to get back in control. I need to pull this damn thing out. I push my fingers further in, and I’m so sensitive it almost hurts, and I feel the egg on my fingertips, and I try to grab it.



And it slides further in.



I crunch up, trying to undo this horrible mistake. I roll to one side and hug my knees, but the added pressure makes the vibrations even worse so I quickly stretch. I see the vibrator’s remote and I desperately hit the off button, to no avail.



The antenna. The antenna is the problem. For a moment, I consider trying to stick it back onto the egg, but I realize it’s hopeless. Perhaps the remote might still work, up close? I touch my crotch with it, and hit the off button again. Nothing. It’s the closest I can get it… or is it?



I point the remote at my vagina and hesitate as it touches me. I’m breathing in moans and cries and tears are streaming down my cheeks. I feel a new orgasm building up, and I don’t know if I can take it. I hold my breath and push it in.



I’m so tight, and I’m so sensitive, I can feel every crease in the plastic. Every button and the battery slot. I grip it like it’s my last hope, and it is. I think it’s far enough — it’s certainly as far as I can get it –, but to push the off button, I must stick a finger in on top of it.



I don’t know if it’s just chance or if I’ve finally lost control over my body, but it just so happens that, to hit the off switch, my knuckle hits my g-spot, and I come again. It’s the strongest one yet, but I’m too terrified to enjoy it. I thrash and scream and curse as it ripples through me for what feels like an eternity, and when it finally wears off, my womb is still vibrating.



The remote won’t work. I throw it away and I crawl off the bed. I stagger all the way to my room and sit at my desk, the cold metal chair sending shivers through my sweaty skin. My laptop comes to life and I beg google to tell me what I can do to get this hellish thing out of me.



Everybody’s saying to go to the ER, but I don’t have a car, and the very thought of sitting on a taxi or public transportation, trapped in a haze of constant orgasm turns my stomach upside down. Not to mention this thing is loud. Its buzzing is constant, and very audible. I look down at myself and I see I’ve made a small puddle of my juices on the chair. I move to the edge of the seat and I can already feel a new orgasm building up.



I surf the web to an anonymous message board. I write a quick, concise post asking for help, and I start hitting the refresh button right away, but of course nobody replies yet.



Help. I need help. I need my closest female friend to help me out of this. I need Anne. I grab my phone and call hers, but it seems she switched it off. That’s when I remember smashing her phone, earlier, and I drop my forehead on the desk and can’t stop sobbing.



Here it comes again. I clench. I warm up. Begging a silent prayer to myself, maddened by this storm of sensation, I cross my legs and squeeze my thighs against each other. Hands over my belly, I bend forward. I can hold this. I must hold this.



I control my breathing and I try to calm down. Sparks wash over me, tingling all over my skin and breasts. It passes. I think I did it. I’m winded, and I’m spent, but I did it. I held it in. I laugh to myself, proud of my small measure of victory, even though it’s left me kind of jittery.



I refresh the message board and I’ve got a few replies.



One says, “Go to the ER.”



“Post pics!” says another.



Of the last two, one calls me a slut and the last asks me if I want to fuck.



I shut the laptop and throw myself on the bed. What can I do? I can’t go to the ER! I don’t even know if the constant orgasms will let me get dressed. Maybe, I think, maybe the battery will run out soon. Eventually. Won’t it?



The vibe continues, unrelenting. I check online with my phone to see how long this thing’s battery will last, and it could be anywhere from three to five hours, and I’m barely thirty minutes into it. I need Anne. I need her now. But if I can’t call her phone, how can I reach her?



Mike. She’s with Mike. I still have his number. Hovering over his contact information, I’m trying to work out the courage to call. Trying to work out what to say. I settle for a text message: I just can’t afford to speak.



“Mike, it’s Christie,” I write, in case he deleted my number, “I’m having an emergency and I need Anne at home. There’s nobody else I can call. Please, take her back home. I’m sorry.”



I hit send without proofreading. An eternity passes and the egg is pushing me to the edge again. It feels like the orgasm I controlled before is back with a grudge, and I try my hardest to hold it in. I relax my legs and try to breathe slowly, I focus on my breathing instead of the constant buzzing in my crotch, and I think I’m going well when suddenly, my phone rings.



It’s Mike.



I can’t answer, can I? But can I afford not to? I swallow and try to collect myself before taking the call. I can’t think straight long enough to plan what to say.



“What the fuck do you want?” It’s not Mike. It’s Anne. “Are you really so desperate to keep us apart,” she says, fast and bitter, “that you fake emergencies?”



“N-no,” I say in a whimper, “I really,” I say, and I pause. I’m tensing up. It’s happening again. “Really,” I continue, “need your help.”



She scoffs. “With what?!” she asks, and I hear her hand slapping something.



“I can’t-” I say, then I turn away from the phone hoping she won’t hear my moans. It takes a while before I can get back to her. “I can’t tell you!” I cry.



“Fine,” she says, “if you’re not trying to keep us apart, then you’ll be OK with Mike tagging along.”



“Oh god,” I say, mostly to myself, “no, please. Please, just come alone, I-” I’d like to say more but I’m so close to coming, it takes a full body effort to hold it in.



Anne’s calling me names, digging up old fights between us, and venting out all her frustration on me. But I can’t hear a word she says; my legs are shaking, my back is arching, and I’m cupping my mouth not to scream. I can’t afford to argue with her. She’ll bring Mike over. I’ll think about it later.



“OK,” I whisper in a moment of relative calm. “OK, OK, bring Mike!” I breathe in, “just, please, hurry!”



She hangs up. I don’t know if she’s coming.



But I am.



It’s stronger than even the last one. A full body orgasm. I convulse all over the bed and I grip the sheets as it heats up my crotch, then my belly, then my chest. I could swear I feel it in my hands and feet, and my vision goes blurry and I realize I’ve been screaming at the top of my lungs.



Some time later, I wake up to the door slamming. I must have passed out. I hear faint voices, male and female, but my head is too clouded to tell them apart. I try to stand and I’m suddenly aware, again, of the vibrations in my womb. My insides feel tender and within seconds, I’m again at my limit.



I peek out of my room and I see Anne and Mike standing next to the couch. She’s holding up my nightie and points at my panties on the floor.



Mike laughs. “So, what sort of emergency did she say it was?” he says.



“She didn’t,” Anne says, and shrugs. Then she throws my nightie on the ground and gestures towards the couch. “Sit down,” she says, “watch some TV. I’ll handle her.”



Mike nods and sits on the draped blanket. He grabs the remote, then looks at it, and wipes his hand on the couch. It’s still wet from my…



Anne walks to the bathroom door and knocks. “Christie?” she says, “you in there?”



“I’m in here!” I whisper, and Mike turns to face me. I instinctively shut the door and I hear footsteps closing in.



“She’s in here,” Mike says, “can I come in?” and I see the door handle turning.



I push myself against the door and yell: “No!” but he’s stronger than me and the door opens a little bit. I manage to turn my panting into words barely enough to tell him: “Please, just Anne!”

Ever since I was in 6th grade, I was attracted to my best friend’s mom. I had always thought that Kerry would come to me if she wanted anything sexually out of me. I was her son’s only really good friend and she kicked her husband out of the house who was a drunk and a drug addict that clearly didn’t satisfy her in bed. After 5 years with no hint of her wanting me, I decided to better myself.



Up until my senior year I was always a little bit fat and I didn’t give a fuck about my appearance. I thought the fact that I rocked an 8 inch cock that I couldn’t even fit my hand around would be enough for me to get Kerry into bed. But going into my senior year I started hitting to gym and by the time I graduated high school and my 18th birthday rolled around, I nearly had a 6-pack and put up 180 on the bench, which was impressive considering I’m only 5 ft. 8 and couldn’t even bench 100 lbs. when I started. I also noticed my cock was now around 9 inches, which probably resulted from me losing fat on my lower body.



Kerry was the epitome of a Milf. Despite being into her mid 50′s, she was as still as hot as when she was in her 40′s. She had brown hair, green eyes, and was relatively tan. Her best features, however, were her 40 DD tits, which always seemed bigger than her bra size indicated, and her tight ass, which resulted from her hard work at the gym.



I had thought that after graduating high school and being 18, Kerry may finally want me. I had told myself this in the beginning of June. I had gone to Italy and Cancun in June with my family and friends, so I didn’t see Kerry all of June, which didn’t give me a chance to put my plan of seducing her into action. Time come July, things changed.



My mom and Kerry, who were great friends, began hanging out at my house everyday. Kerry’s firm moved to Connecticut, which resulted in her only having to go into the office once a week. So the rest of her week was spent drinking and tanning in my backyard with my mom. If there was one thing I noticed on my vacations with my best friend, Kerry, my mom, and myself, it was that Kerry looked insane in a bathing suit. She was clearly comfortable in her own skin because she would wear bathing suits that girls 30 years younger than her wouldn’t even wear. The top barely covered her nipples, which I realized were quite large, as they always bulged out of her top and the bottoms were normal but she sometimes wore the occasional thong that barely covered any of her ass.



One day I had been on an intense run. Drenched in sweat and fatigued, I ran immediately into the backyard, stripped down to my briefs, and jumped into my pool. I had been completely oblivious to the fact that my mom and Kerry were outside tanning. I quickly noticed Kerry had just sprayed tanning oil onto her mammoth tits, which gave me an instant hard on. Problem was I had no towel, I was wet, I had a boner and. I was in my briefs. I knew that the second I got out of my pool that the outline of my cock would be highlighted by my wet briefs. At first I thought this would be embarrassing, but then I realized this was the perfect opportunity to show my manhood off to Kerry. I waited until Kerry’s eyes were fixated on me and for my mom to be occupied with my dog to get out of the pool. Once she was looking, I just climbed the ladder, walked across the patio, and strolled on into the house and prayed she was looking towards my lower body.



Also being the pervert that I was, I noticed Kerry never came to my house in her bikini. Instead, she utilized my bathroom to change. This allowed me to do 2 things. Kerry almost always wore a thong or g-string to my house. So while her and my mom were outside tanning, I would snatch her underwear and use it to stroke my 9-inch cock until I exploded. I even found it funny as shit because one time I accidently came on them. The 2nd thing I didn’t realize until the same day as the pool incident. As I was sitting in my bedroom, I thought to myself, if she changes back into her bra and underwear after tanning, she has to get naked in my bathroom. This gave me an idea. Just having gotten the new iPhone and knowing it had great video quality, I decided to take one of my old shampoo bottles, empty it out, and cut a small hole into it so the camera could capture Kerry in the nude. I waited until I heard her and my mom coming in to start the video. As she was 5 ft. away from the bathroom I opened the door. I noticed she gave me just a weird look. As she made her way into the bathroom and I into my bedroom, I got an instant hard-on. I locked the door behind me and began stroking my cock.



Just as I was about to cum, there was a knock on my door. I threw on my briefs and shorts, tucking my cock underneath the waistband so it wasn’t visible. It was Kerry.



“Can my son’s best friend give me a hug!”



I responded hesitantly “Yeah of course!”



I never passed up an opportunity to feels Kerry’s massive tits pushing up against my chest. She embraced me more than usual thought. There’s no better feeling then her tits crushing up against my chest. However, my hard cock was pushing right up against her waist. If it wasn’t obvious to her before that she aroused me it was now. She shot me the same look as she walked out the door that she did when I was walking out of my bathroom.



I immediately went into my bathroom. I locked the door behind me and grabbed my phone. I started the video and began stroking my cock. I fast-forwarded to when Kerry got into the bathroom. She played with her tits in the mirror a little bit. Then she began stripping down. Her tits were beautiful. They weren’t saggy at all. Her nipples stuck out about an inch and her areolas were about 2 inches in circumference. In my opinion, the perfect combination. When the took the thong off, I almost cried. She was completely shaved, and she had a great looking pussy. The next part of the video almost gave me a heart attack. She sat down on my toilet and began fingering herself. She started out with two fingers and made her way up to three. I could her from the sound she was moaning. It was inaudible but then I turned up the volume.



“Yeah Henry, stick your fat cock in my pussy you fucking stud! Fuck me harder! Harder! Harder! Holy shit I’m gunna fucking cum!”



Right after those words a stream came out of her pussy and she squirted all over my bathroom. Just as she squirted on video, I came more than I ever had in my life. I must’ve shot a rope of cum about a half a foot in the air I was so aroused.



The next day I got a text message. It was from Kerry. She texted me asking if I could go to her house and attempt to fix the pump for her pool since her son was on tour with his band for the summer and didn’t know who else to ask. I didn’t know if this was sincere or if she wanted an opportunity to get me alone. Either way I still went over to help her. When I got there and rang the doorbell she answered the door.



“Oh hey Henry!”



She wasn’t wearing anything special. Just jeans and a t-shirt. We made small talk and spoke about her son, my best friend, and his band for a little bit, but she didn’t hint at anything, so I proceeded into her backyard to work on her pool pump.



I was about 30 minutes into working on the pool pump when I heard a voice behind me.



“So how big is your cock anyhow Henry?”



I nearly had a seizure. I turn around to see Kerry had changed. She was wearing a light blue sports bra that mad her tits seem like they were 40 HH’s, and she was wearing a white g-string. I couldn’t even think straight so I just stood up and simply replied “What?”



“Don’t play stupid, I saw the bulge in your briefs when you got out of the pool at your house yesterday. How big is it. 7 inches? 8 inches?”



Seeing this as the perfect moment to show off and show Kerry that I wasn’t a bitch and that I would actually fuck her I replied “9 inches actually. And it’s probably too big for you to handle anyhow.”



After saying that her jaw dropped and she started walking towards me. On her way over she grabbed a bottle of oil, which she probably used for tanning in her backyard. I knew exactly where this was going.



“Drop your pants hot shot. I guarantee you don’t make it 6 minutes with me jerking and sucking your cock. If you do, I’ll take you up to my bedroom and let you fuck me.”



Immediately after she said that, my cock felt like rock. She dropped down to her knees, ready to take my dick in her hands. Once my briefs let my cock free, it smacked her in the cheek. I could tell by her eyes she had never dealt with anything of this size. She oiled her hands up and started the timer on her phone. Kerry wrapped her hands around my cock and started stroking it.



“I can’t even fit my hands around this thing holy shit!”



“I guess your ex wasn’t as hung as I am?”



“I don’t even think that prick’s cock was half the size of yours.”



I felt a rush once she started jerking me off. She started off using one hand. She would grip right below the head of my cock, stroke up until her middle finger made it past the tip of the head, then drop her hand back down to the position she started at. She had to keep spitting all over the head of my cock to keep it lubed up. I had to use every force within my body not to cum then and there. I looked down at her phone and realized I was only a minute and a half in.



“I’m a quarter of the way there!”



“Shut up Henry! I’ve never dealt with a cock this big! I know what will shut you up.”



After that she started using both two hands mainly stroking the shaft. I could tell she was trying to make me cum because she was gripping my dick as if it was a baseball bat. I had my eyes closed from the pure bliss of the experience when I felt a change in what was going on. I first looked down at the phone to see I made it 3 minutes so far.



I then looked down at my cock to see Kerry’s mouth bobbing up and down the first couple inches of my dick with both her hands still gliding up and down the rest of it. The feeling of the head of my penis inside her warm mouth was pure ecstasy. I felt weak in my legs when she started blowing me and it was noticeable as my legs started shaking.



“Not so composed now are you my bid dick stud?”



“We’ll see who’s really about to lose their composure in a minute.”



By Kerry calling me her bid dick stud made I became even hornier and my cock even harder. Immediately after Kerry questioned my composure, I grabbed her hair and forced her head further down my cock. I was almost trying to force it all the way down her throat. She starting struggling when I had about 6 inches at the most in her mouth. She starting gagging so I let her go. I huge rope of her saliva and my pre-cum hung from my cock to her mouth.



“Oh so it’s going to be like that Henry!”



I looked at her phone and I was at 5 minutes in. I told her “You got one more minute to make me cum or else you’re going to have to fit my cock in your tight little pussy!”



I saw a look of fear in her face after I said that. She was now sucking my cock as if she was possessed. I knew I was close to cumming but then felt a rush go down my spine. I screamed “Fuck Kerry I’m gunna cum!”



As I screamed that I shot a rope of cum into the back of her throat. I then moved her head off of my cock and shot about 3 ropes that covered her face, getting it into her eyes and some on her hair. Then I aimed down and shot 2 onto her rack, getting cum all over her light blue sports bra. I then looked down at the timer on her phone: 6 minutes 15 seconds. I started laughing. I got giddy with the thought of how tight her pussy would be if her ex-husband was only half my size. Kerry started walking towards me with my cum still all over her. She didn’t say a word. She just grabbed me by my cock, which was still rock solid, and led me towards her house.



She took me inside and then up the staircase, which led to her bedroom. She took off her g-string and then her cum-soaked sports bra, which let her massive tits out. Despite being in her mid- 50′s, Kerry’s tits were surprisingly firm and didn’t sag too much. I walked up behind her and grabbed her tits with my rock hard shaft pressed right up against her ass.



“Hold on a minute my big dick stud. I’m going to grab some baby oil for you to rub over me before we fuck. I have a good feeling that you’re a sucker for an oiled up big tit milf.”



She called it like she saw it. I had no clue how long I was going to last fucking Kerry yet alone with her all oiled up. She walked into her bathroom and returned with a water bottle filled with baby oil in her one hand and some lube in the other. She handed me the oil.



I started with her back and ass. I had to resist the urge to slip my fingers into her pussy or ass as I made my way down her body. Then I flipped her over, revealing her beautiful tits and cleanly shaven pussy. My dick had gone soft while she was in the bathroom, but after flipping her over and looking at her tits it sprung back to life.



“Are you feeling ok over there Henry?”



After rubbing the oil over her tits, I started sucking her nipples. I got a few moans but nothing much. So then I started rubbing the oil over her inner thighs. I knew that this was a weak spot for women so I continued until I thought I had her worked up a little bit. Then I slid two fingers into her pussy and started fingering her. I started out slow. I went at this pace for about a minute, but I couldn’t resist the urge to make her cum. So I sped up and even put my third finger in. After a minute or two I also started licking her clit while I was fingering her. I could tell that all the events leading up to this had her worked up because her pussy was soaking wet. She started to moan intensely after two or three minutes.



“Fuck yeah my big dick stud! You’re fucking my pussy so well with your 3 fingers! I can’t wait to take that massive cock of yours and slide it into my tight little pussy! Keep licking my clit like that! Holy fuck I’m gunna cum all over your fingers!”



Kerry then collapsed and I could feel the warm cum of her pussy all over my fingers. I pulled my fingers out and when Kerry made eye contact with me, I put them into my mouth and sucked her cum off of them.



“Holy shit Henry you really know how to get me going!”



As fun as the foreplay was, I couldn’t take it anymore. I picked Kerry up and forced her onto her knees on the ground. My cock was rock solid so I forced it into her mouth. I then grabbed her hair and started fucking her mouth. After she started gagging, I pulled my dick out and there was a huge rope of pre-cum.



“Oh my god! I can feel your dick all the way down in my throat when I’m taking your dick in my mouth!”



Kerry took the bottle of baby oil and rubbed some onto my cock and a ton onto her chest.



“Come titty fuck me my big dick stud!”



She then pushed her tits together. I straddled my knees across her stomach and slid my cock into the gap between her giant tits. Despite her gigantic tits, my cock still managed to get through her cleavage and near her mouth. So I took Kerry’s head and moved it into a position so that when I thrust through her tits, the head of my cock made its way into her mouth.



“I can’t believe that your huge di– can make its way through my cleav– and into my mouth! I can’t wait to stick that thing into my warm pussy!”



For some reason, while I was titty-fucking Kerry she started to fake moan, which pissed me off.



“You want a real reason to moan!”



I forced her up off of the floor and bent her over onto her bed.



“What are you doing Henry!”



“Shut the fuck up you big tit slut! You were fake moaning so now I’m going to have to give you a real reason to moan!”



“I’m sorry my big dick stud! I’m sor-”



She got cut off with the second sorry because at that moment I stuffed as much of my 9 inch cock as I could into her pussy. I then began to ram her from behind. The sound of my balls slapping up against her ass was pure bliss to me because I knew that because I heard the sound every half a second that I was fucking her really well.



“Holy shit Henry keep pounding me! Your cock feels amazing in my pussy! Keep fucking me like I’m one of your little high school sluts! From now on I want to be your big tit slut! Holy shit keep going I’m gunna cum all over your fat cock!”



Once I felt her cum all over my dick, I forced her onto her knees again and made her suck her own cum off of my dick.



Then I jumped onto her bed and screamed “Come ride me cowgirl style my big tit fucking slut!”



I laid down so that I would be able to pound the shit out of her. The second she led my cock into her tight warm pussy, I began fucking her relentlessly. I heard the same sound that I heard when I had her bent over her bed of my balls slapping up again her ass.



In a deep, struggling tone Kerry spoke into my ear “Fuck Henry. You’re fucking me better than that limp dick ex-husband of mine could’ve dreamed of. I love the feeling of your huge dick inside me. From now on I want to be the only girl that handles your cock. No high schools whores. Just your best friend’s big tit slut mom from now on.”



I sucked on Kerry’s tits while I had her in cowgirl. They were just slapping around in front of my face so I figured why not. After sucking on her nipples for a while, Kerry was moaning louder then when I first started fucking her. I was actually concerned that the neighbors would become curious because she was moaning so loudly.



Kerry interrupted me just as I was about to slow down the rate at which I was fucking her.



“Henry! Don’t slow down! I’m going to squirt all over this fucking bed!”



Right after that she pushed herself off my cock and squirted all over the bed and me. She had grey colored sheets on bed and you could tell after she squirted that they were soaked.



“Let’s go on the floor Kerry. I want to try doggy-style and hopefully I’ll finally cum.”



I hadn’t realized it, but I had actually been getting blown by and fucking Kerry for a little over 20 minutes. After I set Kerry up so that we could fuck doggy-style, I grabbed the tube of lube she had brought out and got my cock ready for her ass without her noticing.



The second I went to put my cock into her ass Kerry screamed.



“Henry! Your cock in too big for that! It was tight in my pussy yet alone my ass! I’ve never had anybody fuck me anal before!”



I really didn’t care at this point though. Kerry had indicated that from now on she wanted to be my fuck buddy and I was going to fuck her however I wanted. I continued to force it in. It took me a good 30-seconds to just get the head of my cock into her ass. I could tell Kerry was struggling. It sounded like she was almost crying. I lubed it up so more and I was able to get about half of my cock in. I started out at a snails pace and Kerry still screamed. Even louder now then she did before.



“Oh my God Henry I can’t believe your fat cock is in my ass right now! Give it to your big tit slut nice as slow. “



With time her ass opened up a little bit so I started going a little faster. Immediately, I felt the urge to cum because her ass was so tight.



“Get ready for this load my little slut! It’s going to be bigger than the last one!”



I was stroking my cock ferociously. The first rope shot out so long that I shot it into her hair, all over her back, and even onto the carpet behind her. Then I adjusted it so that I shot the rest of the load all over her face and tits. I completely soaked her.



I then said to Kerry “How was that for my first time you little cum slut?”

I’m suspended over a vast ocean, plummeting fast, and then I’m under the water and drowning. That’s what it feels like. Except I don’t drown. I keep sinking deeper and deeper, feeling undercurrents flowing into my cunt and ass, and I’m being fucked by every wave in the sea.



Drowning would be merciful. Instead I’m adrift within shadows of glimmering blue green water – unable to speak, unable to be heard, and unable to escape. Constantly being penetrated, constantly being fucked, and constantly orgasming.



This is the crazy part of the dream. While I writhe and flail, desperately trying to surface or touch bottom, I can’t ignore how my pussy is spasming and convulsing in pleasure. While I struggle to right myself and kick at the water, trying to swim away to some other place, I’m enjoying how easily my ass is being fucked. While I shout soundlessly into the murky depths, I can taste my juices and I know the wetness all around me is my own.



The cramping in my abdomen wakes me up, making me turn on my side and tuck my knees to my chest, and the only distraction from my intense orgasms is feeling how wet and accessible my bottom is in that position. My heart is racing, and I’m breathing so hard that I might be hyperventilating. Fear and adrenaline make my whole body shake, but what I’m remembering is the cold solid heft of the stainless steel shower enema nozzle slowly rocking in and out of my greased anus. My belly aches while I anticipate the bloating feeling of my rectum and lower intestines filling with water while I beg for something pounding my pussy. I bite my breasts, chin tucked and lips trying to suckle my own nipples, imagining the big cock head lingering inches away from my gaping slippery holes.



This isn’t what I meant. My labia are hanging loose, waiting for the moment of contact, but I can feel the way both my pussy and bottom are hollowing in hopes that a long thick shaft will thrust into them. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. My hand is groping my own ass, and three fingers force their way past my sphincter and I quiver from the excitement brought on by the bruising. This isn’t me. My ass says otherwise while I push into my hand and finger fuck my bottom with savage thrusts.



I can picture the woman in the mirror winking back at me. Her red and bruised pussy lips look well worn and distorted. The purple rings around her nipples and aerola show the bruising from suctioning too far. And her ass is mounted on the door knob behind her, the rounded brass pressing against her sore tailbone and the door swinging awkwardly in response to her grinding and humping. Her happy grin is devious and demented, and she knows what I know. She’s taken control of my body. She’s forcing me to watch her stretch my poor bottom and pussy. She’s forcing me to experience it, to feel the aches and pains and pleasure and orgasms. She’s ruining me while making me soar on endorphins.



My buttocks hurt as much as my wrist, but with my fist wedged in my ass I finally feel satisfied. I can’t move it much, but this is enough to make her leave me alone. Just a small concession for some peace and quiet. Under the sheets, my hip and side in my own wet spot, I rock and contort my body so I can go deeper. Inside of my bottom, the elastic walls wrap around my knuckles and squeeze with tremendous heat. It feels like my skin is being burnt away, but I need more at the same time. My other fingers bruise my breast, gripping the tender rounded globe, and push it up to my mouth.



I’m salivating while I suck on my nipple. My teeth bite and crush my own flesh. I’m bruising my cleavage, and the thought of having visible marks makes my pussy spasm with joy. The woman from the mirror returns, and she reminds me how I look. Pussy loose and wet, ass spread with my forearm sunk into it, and my hungry mouth gnawing and gobbling my own tit. I’m shocked by my own wanton and lewd disgrace, but she wants more. I have to bite and hold my teeth closed to prevent my breast from escaping my mouth while my hand moves down to my clit. It hurts so bad, biting yourself is so much worse than just being bitten, but I manage to last long enough to feel my fingers grasping and pinching my clit. The sudden shock to my nervous system makes me let go, swallowing air desperately while still abusing my tender pink nub.



She feeds me images… of someone else. Of me, but not me. Each squeeze and tug on my clitoris making it larger and longer. Each minor orgasm making my pussy deeper and wetter. Each time I manage to capture my breast with my mouth making my nipples swell and ripen. Each thrust of my fist turning my ass into a welcoming opening.



I accept her torment with grace. I don’t fight when her eyes look over the box of toys with the Swelled Head and Triple Ring set out. I know what she wants, and I want it, too. That massive cock with its plush four inch wide glans. I should fuck it every morning in the shower. My cunt needs it. My ass… I shake off the thought, but she only laughs. The massive Triple Ring – a conical pyramid butt plug with three bumps growing more and more massive to the base – will do what the Swelled Head can’t. I long for the moment when the third ring, four inches thick, splits my ass open and goes in. I will do it. I will do whatever it takes.



And she knows it. Drowning in my own pools of wetness, I fist my ass and begin pumping my slippery cunt with four fingers while imagining that moment. My attention wanders, and other toys and dildos and cocks flit by in my mind’s eye. I’m struggling with that. Fighting to be pure. How many cocks have I had? How many men have I let part my legs and thrust into my intimate passages? But none of that matters because it feels so good, and I know it’s just me. Just my hard fist fucking my bottom. My four fingers pounding my cunt. My toy chest and my Swelled Head and my Triple Ring and my Mickey and…



His hands. I orgasm so hard that my knuckles crack in my ass. I can’t help it. The thought of Tom’s hands, his broad chest and lips against my back, pressing into my cunt and ass is overwhelming. I just want him to take me. I just want him to push me down and force his whole hand into whatever opening he wants. I can do that. I can be her. I can let her have my body and ruin it. For his kiss, his mouth nuzzling my cheek while my pussy seeps and nipples ache and ass burns.



Soaked, sore, and exhausted, I can’t fight my compulsion to get out of bed and wash up. I feel unclean and soiled. Walking to the bathroom makes it worse because my juices make my inner thighs slide wetly past one another. I don’t turn on the lights. I don’t focus my eyes. I just turn on the faucet and wash my hands, and then I use wet wipes to clean off my pussy and bottom.



But I know she is watching.

I imagine if you looked at me, you might question my choice of career. You might assume that I’m an actress or a model, or maybe that I have a rich husband that bought me the custom Harley that I chose to arrive in when I greeted my clients. You’ll also probably wonder how a nice girl like me ended up here. I guess you never know what you’ll find underneath the covers. Here’s how I got here.



Being tall and having a mane of strawberry blond ringlets attracted attention all through school. So did the way I was built. I soon learned that having a tiny waist and lots of cleavage would give me the edge that made life simpler.



It was easy to use my looks to get what I wanted. There was no challenge to it. People are like that. When you’re beautiful, friendly and outgoing, they swoon to get you whatever you want.



It didn’t take long for life to become dull after high school. I wondered from one job to the next, bored as hell. My ex boyfriend Mario was connected to some people that discreetly proposed an offer one day two years ago. It was an offer of three jobs in one. It was an offer I couldn’t refuse.



Ebony they told me. This opportunity will make you rich beyond your dreams.



Besides money the offer also included adventure. But there was a dark side. It was a tough decision to make but I took it, and I haven’t looked back since.



What about my conscience you might ask? Maybe I wasn’t born with that part of my brain developed because I’ve never felt guilt, remorse or sadness my entire life. I just move forward to the next adventure and feel the familiar feelings of accomplishment that comes with a job well done.



I had just finished designing an updated advertisement for my client’s Dream House. I liked to work at least three cases around the globe at one time, so my client’s cravings for me can build during my absence. I had just finished hacking into their accounts and now all I had to do was to hit send. The near duplicate flyer hadn’t been questioned yet. The concept was too intriguing; too inviting.



The minute the digital ad arrived he called his boss.



“Yeah, she took the bait. I don’t know exactly. The advertisement she sent is about a Dream House. I don’t know what that means but I’ll find out. It’s an interesting twist,” Jaxon said to the voice on the phone while eyeing the exclusive flyer that had seconds before appeared in his inbox.



What I didn’t know is that even though Jaxon was very rich, he had a full time job that he was very devoted to.



In a previous situation his boss had noticed the near perfect ad contained some flaws that made it different than the original ones he’d viewed. The differences were subtle, but they were there. It was only a hunch but it was worth looking into. They were able to trace the ad to the owner’s IP. Then all they had to do was set the scene and make sure Jaxon got on her list.



Click on the link boys raced through my head as my adventure began. It was a challenge and I loved challenges. The billionaires were not easily fooled and they weren’t easy to meet. They were accustomed to people wanting their money. The exclusive club gave me an in. My advantage was that I cut and pasted my ad into the secret elite news flyer, Jam, that was only available to the ultra rich. Then I re-sent it. With membership, clients were offered exclusive opportunities only available to A listers and celebrities. It was a very, very exclusive club, and my boss was a member.



Viola, they first one clicked on the link. I looked at my phone with anticipation. Would the fish bite? It took two hours for that to happen. The call came in just as I was getting a manicure.



Once outside the shop I explained the Dream House concept, how it worked and what properties were available for the offer.



“So you’re telling me, that for an additional 250 k a year, I can plan instant excitement at my fingertips? I’ll never be bored again?”



“Yes, that is exactly correct. We can cure your boredom and take care of life’s mundane little tasks for you. We do all the planning. We’ll set the scene in every way. That includes the people involved. They have a job and a purpose. They know how to entertain. Some activities require only one hours notice. If you want to go surfing a limo will arrive with a surf board and a qualified instructor to take you to the ocean. Let’s say for example that you wanted to organize a poker game with some guys at your house. There is a large room in the basement in any of the houses you pick that will be transformed on your whim. Within an hour four fun loving guys with great attitudes and jokes will be sitting in that room awaiting your arrival. They’ll have money on them so betting means something. Or maybe you decide that you’re in the mood for a romantic date with a very attentive and attractive woman without strings attached. The room will be set up to romantic perfection including the sex chair she’ll eagerly let you fuck her on. You can pick her bust size, her hair color, and your sexual style preference if you like. Toys, condoms, anything you need or request will be in the room.”



“The idea sounds intriguing. When can you show me some properties?” said Jaxon. We arranged a meeting.



When Jaxon first set eyes on me, a slow, low whistle escaped his lips. I had chosen an off the shoulder oriental design that showed off my slim figure, tiny waist and the curvature of my breasts. I greeted his interest with a brilliant smile. He had a quality about him that was raw and animalistic. Something about Mr. Jaxon Reynolds was a definite turn on.



“You must be Mr. Reynolds,” I said, moving toward him and taking his hand.



He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it softly as we maintained eye contact. I went right into sales woman mode, yet I gave him subtle well timed clues that I found him interesting and attractive. We looked at several homes and found one he seemed very interested in.



“Do you come with the place?” Jaxon asked seductively eyeing my luscious curves and landing on my cleavage.



“Occasionally I have been known to show up,” I replied mysteriously, purposely showing him a glimpse of my long, lean, legs as the slit in my dress rode up while entering my car.



I gave him a beautifully seductive smile and drove off. The bait was set. Now it was a waiting game.



As I flew to Lisbon to set up my next deal I kept thinking about him. We had connected, like I hadn’t connected with anyone in two years. There was something special about Jaxon and I couldn’t put my finger on it.



A week later the call came in. I flew back to New York and the deal was signed on one condition. He wanted me to be included in one of his adventures once every two months for a year.



“You may be very attractive, but I don’t rent out my body,” I had warned him.



“I’m not asking you to. I have a very demanding schedule and I just want to enjoy your company when it suits both of us, is that asking too much?”



His boyish charm could not be denied. Showing mock exasperation I signed my part of the deal. There was no denying it. He was playing right into my hand. I would have him in no time.



No matter how charming Jaxon was, I was steely eyed and determined. Feelings hadn’t entered the picture before so why should they now. Why should the rush of excitement when I see him, get in the way of me doing my job? I shrugged off the thought.



Our first Dream House encounter was a poker game. Jaxon’s sandy, longish hair hung in his sparkling blue eyes. He wore a jean shirt and tight black jeans. He wanted me to be his cocktail waitress.



I wore a shimmering, short, black sequence dress. The dress could almost be used as a mirror but not quite. I moved too quickly.



“I’ll have a martini doll,” one of the players said, careful not to proposition me, or linger on my cleavage, since he was at work after all.



Then as a joke I decided to stand behind Jaxon’s competitors, giving him a welcome or unwelcome view of the cards his opponents were holding. I did it repeatedly with a sly smile on my lips. “Stop that,” he scolded laughingly. The money obviously meant nothing to him. He had plenty of it. I had imagined the laugh meant more to him. Little did I know he had his own hidden agenda.



Jaxon threw down his cards and motioned me to exit the room. He pulled me into his arms. He smelled clean, and his aftershave was intoxicating. When he kissed me I felt instant and needy passion like I had never allowed myself to feel before. Suddenly I needed to feel this handsome man’s cock down my throat and I needed him now. Taking my hand Jaxon guided me up the stairs to his lavish bedroom. It had a large sitting area and a fireplace.



“Stand there beautiful,” he said as he grabbed his phone in an attempt to take pictures. I threw the phone down and kneeled before him. One thing I love to do is suck cock. I love the feeling of my mouth being filled by a hard, forceful, shaft and the victory of tasting cum. Cum has a habit of tasting like the preference a man has for his food. Very soon the sweet taste of red pepper would disappear down my throat. While I sucked him Jaxon played with my curly hair and tits. Surges of lust went straight to my pussy as he squeezed my nipples and fucked my mouth hard and forcefully. He released into my mouth holding my head in place as he did. Jaxon pulled me up then and started undressing me.



“Whoa, let’s wait handsome, things are moving too fast,” I said pulling away while kissing him. Moments later I was out the door. I had sprung my trap and was intent on wrapping him firmly in my net before I would give myself over to him.



Over the next two weeks he called on my services repeatedly. I was off in Denmark charming a very rich, older, business tycoon. I don’t know what he had done.



“Darling you’re looking absolutely gorgeous,” Caesar said pulling me into his big arms and kissing me intently. I had arranged for us to meet in an exclusive cabin owned and managed by my boss. My boss owned a lot of property.



Caesar was very secretive about a particular briefcase he kept under lock and key in the safe. He checked it with his back turned to me before positioning my face down in the pillow. Caesar snapped my g string with purpose and trailed his hand down my long, lace, stocking.



He was a big man in every way. His hands spread wide covering the circumference of my ass cheeks. Then he pulled his hands apart.



Twenty minutes earlier Caesar had asked permission to line my tight hole with desensitizing cream. I knew I would be at the mercy of the shear enormity of his cock, but I couldn’t say no. He had high expectations and was use to being catered to 100 % of the time. I could only hope I would be able to walk the next few days after his powerful shaft penetrated me. He was a true Master by every definition and he wanted me. Two hours later I was able to turn the tables. When I left the cottage I knew my boss would clean up the mess. When the cream wore off I would be sore. It would be a reminder of a job well done.



When I arrived home I was informed by the Dream House rep that Jaxon had been phoning every two days requesting my services. It made me feel powerful. These men were so interested in a hot fuck from a beautiful woman; they let me get dangerously close to every aspect of their lives. It was my edge and I used it to perform my third job.



My instinct and intuition failed me at that fateful moment when Jaxon called to arrange a meeting.



I remember the details as if it were yesterday. I was wearing a vic secret lace x that really covered nothing at all but would be good if a lover wanted to hang on to some fabric while he was fucking me. I had prepared the room for Jaxon’s arrival, complete with drinks, ice, candles, music and a well placed piece taped to the underside of the night stand.



I answered the door with pasties on my nipples, a freshly waxed pussy and sexy fuck me heels.



He got rock hard instantly.



“You look stunning girl!”



Jaxon threw me on the bed and slid two fingers in my mouth for me to suck on while his hands scoped the delicious curves of my sensuous body. His hard on was pressed into his pants. I rubbed my clit as the sexy man in front of me fumbled with his pants.



With a swift movement Jaxon positioned my legs over his shoulders. Then he was inside me, watching my tits jump with every deep thrust. He changed his tempo and fucked me to the beat of the music hitting my g spot every time.



Again I started having second thoughts. This man was amazing. He was charming, handsome and he fucked like an animal. We feel asleep together with his cock still inside me. I woke up first and eyed his limp, sticky, cock. I wanted to bring it to life. He did such wonderful things to me with it. A voice inside my head reminded me I could have any man I wanted and to do my job. A moment later my tongue and lips were stirring a growing hard on while my long, red, hair tented around his cock. I had a thing. I adored giving my clients the best bjs of their lives, just before I did it.



He woke up and started thrusting upwards to greet my humming mouth. Then he turned me suddenly and pinned my legs wide apart.



“Let me suck you Jaxon.”



“Not until I’m done.”



He went down on me then, with his fingers, his mouth, his teeth. He made me cum and then cum again and then again. By the time he was done with me I didn’t think I could fulfill my job requirements. No man had ever been so generous and so handsome and kind. He was one in a million and I was surprised he wasn’t hooked up to some nice woman by now. I asked Jaxon that very question as I rode him slow and steady, feeling so relaxed and spent from the magic of his skillful tongue and fingers.



“How do you know I’m not babe? I could have a girlfriend in the wings. A hot smokin babe just like you. How would you know?”



His tone and his words had changed a little. It surprised me. The suddenly he flipped me, so I was under him. His look had turned to a sneer as he took his cock and put himself inside of me.



“You’re just a nasty little slut aren’t you?”



Okay I thought. You just like to role play. I started to respond to his thrusts pushing back into him. He was fucking me like I was a hooker. Pounding into me mercilessly.



“You like taking advantage of men, don’t you,” Jaxon said giving me my fill of his big cock, full throttle.



“You know what happens to assassin sluts like you don’t you?” He asked menacingly as he emptied his load of sperm inside me.



My alarm signals went off and I squirmed to get out from under him to reach for the gun I had taped onto the bottom of the night stand.



Jaxon took one hand and held both of my wrists behind my back.



“Busting one of your boss’s key henchmen got me on your list babe. Don’t get me wrong I had fun fucking you Ebony. You’re a hot sexy bitch.”



“Here’s one for the road baby,”



With that he fingered me with intense movements that left me breathless regardless of the warning bells going off.



He grabbed each of my arms, handcuffed me to the two posts, and got dressed leisurely.



“Let me go Jaxon, I’ll do anything. I’ll satisfy your every waking desire. I’ll be your sub in every way possible. Please let me go.”



I’ll never forget the moment he stood in front of me and held up his badge. F.B.I.! fuck me!. Now here I am in this cell awaiting my lawyer. He’s a good one. Talented. Deep pockets. My organization won’t cut me lose. They need me. Now I know why they wanted Jaxon dead. He had no compassion. A lot of money will be thrown at judges and lawyers. I’ll be free in no time.

Saturday, July 20, 2013



I finally felt like I had things down pat at Comic Con, at least with my clothes on. I did get some sleep, but woke up quickly and got a good place in line for the “How I Met Your Mother” panel.



I didn’t dare to try and make direct eye contract with Cobie, who carried on as if she didn’t swallow my cum last night. But when I raised my fist while the audience sang along with “Let’s Go To The Mall” I chose to believe that singled me out to her. Regardless, I left the audience at the end without daring for more.



For a moment, I was emboldened enough to consider standing in line for the big Marvel panel – which included the Captain America 2 panel with Cobie. And Scarlett Johansson as an added bonus. But there was no way the line wouldn’t be far too big by now, so I put those thoughts out of my head.



I browsed through the convention, got dinner, then went back to browsing – until I felt a tap on my shoulder. When I turned around, I saw that the source was a security guard who wasn’t alone. After he confirmed my name, he and his partner said I had to come with them.



They took me to a secluded part of the building, which made me briefly think that this felt like S.H.I.E.L.D. abducting me. But S.H.I.E.L.D. never beat up or banned someone on screen, and that was a possibility here for one reason or another. If people close to Yvonne or Cobie found out my….activities and had justifiable cause for revenge….



I tried not to visibly shudder near my abductors. When I cleared my head, I actually took note of my surroundings, noting that they led me towards some backstage. As I went deeper, I dared to rule out a revenge wacking, yet this made it more confusing.



Until I saw what was beyond the backstage – the filled auditorium for Hall H, location for the Marvel panel. “Why am I here?” I asked my guards, although I could fill in some blanks myself.



“We were just told to find you and make sure you got here. And make sure all those people in line didn’t see us do it. Guess you helped us by not standing in line,” the guard explained.



“It wasn’t planned out like that,” I said in awe.



“Just go take a standing room only seat without getting noticed,” the second guard explained. “We’re also supposed to get you to an after party later, so don’t go anywhere.”



I wasn’t planning on it, perhaps because I couldn’t think of any plans right now. I just went towards the auditorium, took the first seat I could find – although I didn’t have the best view – and tried to take this latest twist in.



Obviously this was for the Captain America panel, and it was obvious who got me in. I didn’t know if I’d be allowed to stick around for the Avengers panel afterwards. But if Cobie had arranged to get me here – and arranged to see me again at a party, despite how iffy that could turn out – this was beyond the Avengers’ billion dollar scope.



I tried to put that aside and enjoy my second panel of the day, while I still could. Cobie was there, though she was less likely to notice me this time, and I could even enjoy seeing Scarlett Johansson in person.



When the panel ended, no one came to get me, so I assumed I could watch the rest of Marvel’s presentation. Once it ended and Joss Whedon told us Avengers 2 was titled “Age Of Ultron”, the guards finally escorted me while the audience filed out.



I followed them until I got to a lavish, Marvel themed party hall. By the time I finished gawking, the guards were gone and I realized I had no idea what to do. Was I brought here just to see Cobie, or was I allowed to just hang around with anyone? And what the hell could I say if someone asked me how I got in?



I walked around pondering those questions for a few minutes, not daring to greet any famous person yet. Eventually I reached a bar, then looked back and finally saw Cobie far away in the crowd. But she was with her husband, so there was no way I was taking that risk – whether she wanted me to or not.



“Hey there,” a female voice interrupted my limited train of thought. A voice I swore I heard back at the panel – and in various other places.



This time, I knew I was seeing a celebrity and not someone in costume right away – and not just because Tom Hiddleston was the only costumed one here as Loki. Scarlett Johansson was indeed there next to me, with her costume being her flowery Versace dress.



I should have been more nervous seeing her than Yvonne or Cobie at first. Especially since this was the biggest star of the three – and the most drooled over, for good reason. But after these last two nights, the shock factor of famous women talking to me was starting to wear off. Getting naked for me, however….



I shook that off and tried to start off normal with a celebrity, for once. “Hi. Great party for a great panel,” I said semi-normally.



“Thanks. Still a long way to go with the party, though. Let’s hope it stays great,” Scarlett said.



“Still, looks really good so far,” I said – with a double meaning that wasn’t completely on purpose. Yet I tried to think of another topic quickly, and settled on, “There is something I should get out of the way early.”



I took out my notepad of signatures and asked Scarlett to add hers. Once she agreed, I gave her my pen and turned the page – not realizing it was the same page Cobie signed until Scarlett was done.



“I see I’m in familiar company,” she commented, once I saw the page and realized I had some dancing around to do.



“Yep. Um, got that after her TV panel,” I covered up.



“You waited for her autograph, then stood in line for our panel? How’d you make it on time to get a seat?” Scarlett logically poked holes in my lie.



“I had luck on my side, probably,” I poorly answered.



“So that’s Cobie’s new name,” Scarlett quipped, then broke out into a laugh – the last thing I was having so far. “Relax. I know Cobie got you in there, and in here. She said you talked to her last night and helped her get settled in. So she asked me to help you settle in here.”



I wondered why she couldn’t do that herself, until I remembered she was already with her husband and friends. I wondered why she asked Scarlett to do it, and wondered if “talked to her” was what she really said about what I did. Answers to those questions were harder to remember and figure out.



In the meantime, I tried to be courteous and told Scarlett, “You don’t have to go to that trouble.”



“Guys like you go to the trouble to see these movies. Makes stuff like this possible. So this is the least I can do,” Scarlett commented. In a way, I couldn’t argue with that, so I ignored the ways in which I could.



I kept ignoring them as Scarlett showed me around the party, let me meet a few of her other co-stars, and stuck by my side most of the way through. This seemed like going above and beyond for a friend – I couldn’t have been that impressive meeting the old and upcoming Marvel heroes, and I was sure my nerves showed around Joss Whedon.



Yet Scarlett still put up with my geeking out, even as the party neared its end. As I took that in, I wanted to see if Cobie had already left – although I hadn’t thought to peek for her in a while. But with the crowd starting to file out, it was clearer that she wasn’t there.



“Have you had enough? Do you wanna go?” Scarlett asked, once she saw I was looking away.



I thought it over, as she didn’t qualify if I wanted to leave, or leave with her. So I answered, “You’ve been my gracious guide here. I’ll go whenever you want me to go. Or when you want to go, that too,” I corrected.



“Well, we’ll still have to get through a crowd when we go. I know a shortcut out, though. I can show you so you’ll be ready,” Scarlett offered.



With no better ideas on what to do, I accepted and followed Scarlett to the back of the room. She went to a door and opened it, and I followed her into what looked like a storage closet. There was another door on the wall that Scarlett opened, showing me I was at the back of the convention building, with less of a crowd outside.



“All right, I think I can memorize this route. Thanks again,” I told her. “And if you run into Cobie, please thank her for me too.”



“I think you thanked her pretty good already. At least from how she explained it,” Scarlett stated – clearly with more than one meaning.



I tried to tell myself she couldn’t mean what I thought. “Yeah, she told me about your private screening too,” Scarlett broke my delusion.



“Why would she do that?” was my first response. Not to deny it, or to ponder that Scarlett Johansson heard about me fucking her co-star – or that Cobie might have made me sound pretty good. But this response sounded better to say out loud.



“That’s how it works. Except for that one time in Spain, but we got past that,” Scarlett confused me further.



“I….didn’t know you were that close,” was my next futile comment.



“These conventions are the tip of the iceberg on what Marvel puts us through,” Scarlett started explaining. “The shoots and stunts are one thing, but then there’s the junkets, the premieres, and going to a new country every single day. I’ve been doing that for years, but its extra exhausting for these guys! And Cobie’s just starting it too! So….we do special stuff with the little free time we have.”



“And special means….” I asked, trying not to answer it in my own head – or react visibly to my steamy imagination.



“We find people to help us take the edge off. And whoever goes first can…..pass the guy along if he was….up to it. It just so happens this was Cobie’s turn to choose and go first,” Scarlett said. Now my steamy imagination was on overdrive – but perhaps that wasn’t supposed to be a problem.



“Wait….Cobie was scouting me…..for you?” I got bold enough to ask.



“I’m sure she didn’t fuck you just for me,” Scarlett stopped my breath. “But she seemed glad either way. Usually she has to tell them to play with her ass first. That’s bold.”



In a near perfect segue, Scarlett turned around, allowing me to see how her dress framed her ass. It looked to be framed quite well when I peeked those two times at the party, but it was nothing compared to this. And little else in my life compared as Scarlett reached back and pulled her dress zipper down.



She shimmed her dress down and stepped out of her heels, allowing me to see she had nothing else on besides a red bra and panties. This was nothing that should have overwhelmed me by now, but in spite of how stunning and sexy Yvonne and Cobie were – this was the next level.



Obviously with all that superhero work, Scarlett’s curves weren’t as….defined as they might have been in years past. Nevertheless, any other complaints about that hourglass figure, that peach shaped ass or those creamy legs would be insane. And I felt very sane right now.



Until she turned around and showed me the front of her red bra.



Her dress hadn’t really shown off her famous tits too much – not like the ones with cleavage. But now that her cleavage was on display – with the apparent promise of even more – there was no harm done.



Somehow, I cast my eyes down to see the front of her panties, then went past her breasts to see her shining, seductive green eyes, and a goosebump inducing smirk on her famed lips. My brain rebooted in time for me to realize, “Here? Now? There’s still enough people out there to hear us.”



I was shocked I could say that many words. Then Scarlett shocked me with, “Makes this stand out even more. At least it’s supposed to with the right person. Unless Cobie was pulling a prank on me.”



Okay then. I shouldn’t have been that easily manipulated, given my track record. Yet when you’re manipulated into rocking Scarlett Johansson’s world and body, it’s easier to be a puppet. And since I was no Comic Con virgin anymore….



I was sure Cobie told her about my opening move. So I marched up to Scarlett and showed she wasn’t lying by putting my left palm on her panties. I rubbed my hand between her legs and grabbed on to show Scarlett, then when she gasped, I smiled and rubbed her slower.



My thumb brushed her panty-covered lips, then teased the top of her garment without dipping in. Meanwhile, my right hand went onto her waist to feel her supple bare skin. I wanted to stand out by not diving for her tits and ass right away, no matter how she was breathing or how her thighs were clenching.



I evened the playing field a bit by removing my hands and getting my shirt off. With my chest bare, I could have demanded that she follow suit, but I put my hands back where they were and had her bra covered tits pressed against my skin, which still felt pretty great.



Just barely greater than her lips connecting with mine a moment later.



Scarlett wrapped her arms around my neck, making it harder for me to keep my hand between us. Yet when I put my left hand on her side, she started grinding herself against my crotch. Her mouth covered my groans as her tongue entered my mouth, and I just concentrated on staying upright.



Both my hands went down to her ass, squeezing the ample flesh before trailing my fingers down her crack – quickly proving that part of Cobie’s story too. This made Scarlett jump up and wrap her legs around me, so I had to hold her by her ass until I could find somewhere to sit down.



Eventually, I backed up towards a seat, settling Scarlett on my lap once I sat down. She kept her arms and legs around me while also keeping our mouths connected. But after a few more licks and suckles on her lips, I moved on to other territory.



My lips went down to Scarlett’s neck, where they attempted to slow down and savor what they were kissing and sucking. I went back and forth between licks and nibbles, and when I nibbled one spot next to her throat, she let out a deep, sultry groan. In addition, her hips grinded deeper onto my lap while she pressed her chest harder into me.



I repeated the process a few more times, then moved my lips to her upper chest. Although this was the promised land, I didn’t want to neglect the other one. So while Scarlett figured I’d focus completely on her tits, I had my hands go to her ass and pull the back of her panties down.



I peeked over her shoulder to see her delectable bare cheeks – and to make sure I slipped my finger below them just right.



Scarlett groaned louder, but seemed to remember she couldn’t be too loud. If someone heard us and stopped this now, I would probably be inclined to kill them. It may not have made it hotter, like it did for her – but it made me appreciate that time wasn’t on my side.



This was likely my only chance with one of the sexiest women alive – if not my last chance with any of the other sexiest women alive at Comic Con. As insane as that sounded – albeit less so than a day or two ago. In any case, if I had limited time to work with, I was gonna savor it and go all out.



I backed up this inner vow by slipping my right index finger into her pussy, then circling around it. Scarlett was trying to keep her groans down, which made her voice even huskier and sexier. When she backed her ass up against my hand, I drove my finger in deeper and then suddenly pulled out.



I lifted my finger up and could tell how wet it was. When Scarlett noticed too, I placed that finger right in between her breasts and glided it up and down, until those juices were on the middle of her chest. With that, I finally put my face on those tits, but my tongue merely licked the juices between them.



I kept my face on her cleavage, but my mouth kept kissing and licking between it, content to just feel her breasts on the rest of my face. Scarlett edged me on by pushing her tits up, but I didn’t move. Yet my hands crawled up her smooth back and landed on the back of her bra, attempting to unhook it myself.



I got halfway through and finally started to suffocate, until Scarlett pulled her chest back and reached over to finish unhooking herself. When the hooks were off, she didn’t throw the bra off, but let it hang onto her ample chest. She leaned back to let me see, giving me a look both alluring and playful – a deadly combo on that face of hers.



I swore to get back to that gorgeous kisser later – after I took her dare and flung her bra off.



My eyes stayed locked onto her delicious bare breasts, even as my hands were busy feeling them up and pushing them together. I rubbed them and listened to Scarlett purr, then brought my mouth into the mix at last. Putting both my hands on her left tit, I held it up and suckled down as much of her bounty as I could, my eyes staring up at her the whole time.



Both hands clenched her breast, my fingers brushing her sides and underside. Her right breast was likely feeling neglected, so my right hand went over to play with it. My mouth soon followed suit, as I kept a hand on each tit, then lifted up them and pressed them together again.



With both her nipples close together and fully erect, I dabbed my tongue back and forth between them. I then wrapped my lips around her right one, suckling it like a newborn and quickly taking more of her flesh in, while my tongue licked every inch it could. I looked back up at Scarlett to see her reaction – and with her eyes half open and mouth parted, it wasn’t a bad move.



“You have a good mouth,” Scarlett rasped out. “Speaking of which….” she warned before taking her tits away from my mouth and hands, only to push me back against the chair.



She removed herself from my lap, and it was pretty clear where she was going. In anticipation, I spread my legs and unbuckled my belt for her. I lifted my hips up to slide my pants down, then adjusted to the cold feel of the chair on my ass before settling down for Scarlett.



She kneeled between my legs, looking down at my erect cock. It was as hard as it was gonna get over what was about to happen, so I didn’t know what she waited for.



Apparently it was to lull me before her lips went almost all the way down my cock.



Without any warm-up or warning, she suckled my cock hard and slid those full lips of hers all the way up my shaft, then opened her mouth and shoved me all the back in. She closed her lips around my base, suckled me down like a Hoover and used her tongue wherever she could, then popped off and took a deep breath.



Not only couldn’t I breathe, I was amazed I didn’t cum. All the jokes and snide comments about those lips of her were true. Unfortunately, she wasn’t putting them back on me to rub it in further. Maybe she was giving me time to recover, which was kind of her after that show, but enough was enough.



I waited for her to suck me down again, but instead, all Scarlett did was kiss my tip. After that, she took my shaft in her hand and licked my head slowly and all around. She stuck her tongue out so I could see it, then slowly and torturously licked down my shaft and stopped short of my balls.



Scarlett locked eyes with me as she placed her lips on my balls and started kissing – not suckling. Her lips kissed up my cock, with her tongue put into use every other second. I started to relax at the sensation of her kisses – until she dove her mouth back in and tried to suck me dry again.



She only deep throated me for a few seconds, then came off and gave my head another soft kiss. She suckled it back in, but softer this time, rubbing her lips back and forth over me. She opened her mouth to take a breath, went down another inch, suckled and rubbed her lips over me again while adding her tongue, then repeated the pattern a few more times.



Soon, she settled into a full, sensual blowjob, humming softly while practically making doe eyes up at me. I felt like jelly as my right hand rested into her hair, while my left reached for her breast.



So of course, she took my hand off her breast in order to put both of them on my cock.



Before this latest rollercoaster twist could hit me, I was unconsciously thrusting into her tits, as she bounced them up and down on me. Forgetting about containing myself, about time crunches, about being in a public place, and about everything else except Scarlett’s breasts, I was full on ready to blow. Especially when Scarlett bent down and swallowed my head one more time.

this one’s more descriptive, but with some nice sex in it (well that’s my view – comment if you like). Thanks for read up to this far. You’re welcome to start at no.1, or go from here.









The houses had their backs to us as they whisked past. Walls covered in bright, garish, illegible lettering went past in a blur; growing, towering above us, receding, gone. Steel posts whipped past in a hypnotic rhythm. The lack of vegetation made the whole view bleak.



As the train slowed and eased into the station, Thien scowled at me. Again.



“Ads on trains, they’re so bad, why would you ever buy their stuff?” She had a point. “I’m bored now. I was excited but now it’s boring. Remind me why we’re doing this?”



“We’ll, two reasons mainly. You love the outdoors, but you’ve never really been there, you’ve only done day trips. This is the real deal. No rooms, no car even. We catch the train, then a bus, then we hike. Two nights in a tent, then we walk out again. Bus, train, home. Victorious. THIS is the outdoors, just Nature and you.”



“This, is a dirty train. And we’re on it for two hours.”



“There’s one other thing. You’ve led me to all kinds of crazy, wonderful things, but there’s one wonderful thing I can show you. Swimming…”



“Swimming? But I didn’t pack swim things.” She shot a worried glance at our rucksacks, hers a new, modest-size one, mine the giant old Irish-made Lowe I had carried on dozens of hikes.



“This, my Angel, is Wild Swimming. Naked swimming.”



Thien smiled at last. My Thien, if it’s a bit naughty, I can rely on you.



The train was a huge commuter carrier, now empty as we raced out of the city early on this Friday morning. At the central station our packs and hiking clothes marked us out as not going to the office for the day, or drifting around the tourist sights. We were adventurers. I always loved the feel of my good walking boots, the weight of the pack on my hips (where a proper pack sits), my old sturdy camping clothes. Striding through the station was an extra joy as the commuters scurried past, knowing I had set my course and it was their job to steer around me.



The carriage itself had doors at each end that opened to a platform-level floor, but the main body was a double-decker. We sat alone on the upper deck, just us with our packs and rows of empty seats up and down the carriage. There was a newspaper folded on the seat, a courtesy from some inbound office-worker.



Thien had livened up again. Earlier, we had started well, peering down on the travellers on the platforms, inventing stories about them. I sang Simon and Garfunkel’s ‘America’ to her:



Let us be lovers, we’ll marry our fortunes together, and later, Laughing on the bus, playing games with the faces; She said the man in the gabardine coat was a spy.



We spotted a few millionaire hobos, an axe murderer, six people having affairs and Bill Gates’s love child.



Then boredom had set in. We hadn’t brought books (we’ll just talk to each other, darling!) and we didn’t feel like talking. The bleak view out the window made it worse.



Now feeling lively, Thien moved and sat in another seat ahead of me. She looked seductively over her shoulder at me, like a Shanghai gangster’s dame. She slipped down, I heard a shuffle across the aisle and she reappeared in a different seat as a wide-eyed innocent schoolgirl, even sucking her thumb. Down she went again, shuffle shuffle, and she came up as a raving bag lady, hair a fright, mumbling to herself and arguing with the posters on the wall. Down again, shuffle shuffle, up again, this time completely normal, except she’d undone her blouse and one pert breast was showing. I laughed ’till my eyes watered.



“Ah Thien, you make a bad day good, and a good day better. Please stop, my sides hurt.”



“I have another idea.” She came back to our seat with a dangerously naughty look on her face. “There’s no one else in this carriage; just you and me. You know what that means…” Her chest was rising and falling with her arousal.



“Thien! We can’t in a train! What if someone gets on?”



“I looked at the map. The stations are further apart now. After the next stop we’ve got the place to ourselves.”



I was starting to feel cornered. “But, but what about the security cameras?”



“Might brighten their day! No, it’s all right, we’re in the middle, so we’re as far from them as we can be. If we keep lower than the backs of the seats, we’ll be shielded.”



“I really don’t think this is a good idea.”



“Of course not! It’s crazy, that’s why I want to do it. Now, fuck me here or not this weekend!”



I should have seen that coming. I was cornered now. I hadn’t mentioned a third reason for the trip was to fuck ourselves senseless, but we both knew that was a given. The train’s siren jeered at me as we slowed for the next station. Thien was already lying on the bench seat.



As we started rolling again, she gave me another naughty smile and began wriggling her shorts down over her slim hips. As her bush came into view I got the faintest scent of Aroused Thien. This woman! I love her so much, and she is such a turn-on for me – which is just as well, or my performance in places like train carriages would be pretty poor.



The naughty girl had thought it all through. Half out of the shorts, she put one leg on the seat, one on the floor. Swinging her leg wide exposed her pussy to my eyes and hands. Her scent was stronger. Her eyes flashed.



“Inside me! Now! And stay low!”



I couldn’t help thinking about the security camera. I made a show of looking around as if I’d dropped something, then bent down to get it. Thien grabbed my head and kissed me.



“Fuck me or I’ll bite your big Anglo nose off!” She might just have been serious.



Held down by Thien, I managed to get my cock out of my shorts, but it just wasn’t going to work that way. I had to undo my pants and wriggle out of them. “Hurry!” Was Thien’s unhelpful comment.



She put a bit of her spit on her fingertips and opened her furry pussy for me. Sliding into her warm wet hole was always a good feeling, mixed this time with terror at being caught.



“Ah! That’s good! Come quickly, big boy. Uh, uh, uh, uh…” It was almost a grunt that came out of her with each thrust.



I pushed into her channel fast and hard. Her hands on my buttocks pressed me into her and out of camera sight. Her eyes were closed as she savoured the whole mad experience. I could feel a tingling in my balls.



“Here I come, lover.”



“Come! Inside me Nick, beautiful boy!”



I love it when she says my name. A surge and my come launched out into her vagina. I paused and lay most of my weight on her. “Oh god, Thien, that feels good. Coming in you… it’s wonderful.”



The train was slowing down.



We froze. Thien stared at me. I had the best view out the windows, so I watched for passengers and prayed. There were some close by, but thankfully they chose the next carriage.



I gulped. “I think we got away with it.” I sat up, just as if I’d found my pen at last and now I was going to finish the crossword. Naughty Thien just lay there, thighs spread, smiling at me and biting her lower lip. I gazed fondly at my crazy lover. A white streak of fluid was appearing between her pussy lips, starting to trickle down her buttocks.



“You’re going to leak now, aren’t you. Will that be uncomfortable?”



“Not much. Nice to be reminded of you. Or maybe we should have used a condom.”



“We’ve never used a condom. We were both virgins, remember!” Thien smiled mysteriously. That girl, I don’t know-



A crash of the door. Someone had entered from the other carriage while we were in motion. They stomped over to the short stairway and started to climb to our deck.



Thien squeaked. Quick as lightning she sat up, but her shorts were round her ankle. The stranger had reached the deck and was walking slowly up behind us. The newspaper. I pointed to it and Thien grabbed it and opened it wide across her lap. Quick thinking by the two of us.



The stranger walked morosely down the carriage, pausing at each empty seat. He would look blankly then move on. When he reached ours he stared at us. We looked up at him. There was no reaction. He walked on. A few rows on, he stopped and sat down. He’d found a paper at last, so with a grunt of satisfaction he opened it out and began reading.



Thien dressed in complete silence. When she leant forward to get her shorts, I noticed a tiny wet patch on the seat. I silently pointed this out, as well as poking her and silently laughing at her. She glared at me and stuck out her tongue. Then we sat with my arm round her.



The train line follows the ridge of the mountains. It climbs and loops on itself as it leaves the river plain, then keeps its height until it has crossed the main range. Towns have sprung up around the stations. At our stop, I found our bus and caught it to the edge of the escarpment. I explained the system to Thien.



“Most mountains, you go up to them, you climb up, you go down, then you go home. We like to do it differently here. You start at the top, you go down for a while, then you go up, then you go home. You’ll get used to it.” Thien looked dubious.



The start of the walk is at a huge tourist development. The view from the top of the sheer cliffs was truly stunning, but the tourist shops, tacky gifts, bad food and bored teenagers made me desperate to get away. I found the familiar sign tucked almost out of sight to one side.



It startled me again, it always does. A hundred steps down the cliff walk, away from the tourist trap and you’re free. The giant trees tower over you protectively. The damp, rich smell of living forest clears your head. You can almost see the toxins leave you with each lungful of good air. You learn to trust your feet as they take you down the irregular track – even with a full pack’s extra weight.



What was new was to have my Angel with me. This added a shiver of excitement to my pleasure at being back on the track. I could hear her behind me, delighted but awe-struck by the silent ancient majesty of the bushland.



The campsite was a rare patch of level ground at the bottom of the valley. As I expected, no one was there, but I chose a quiet, secluded corner anyway. Thien flopped down, using my pack as a back rest.



“I’ll set up the tent; I’ll show you where the water is, and how to find wood that won’t disturb the animals.”



Near our site, a small stream joined the larger flow that went down one side of the camping area. I gave Thien the pot to fill. “Choose flowing water if you can; pick the smaller stream if you’ve got a choice, like here. If you can find a cascade,” the water ran off a mossy ledge and fell ten centimetres or so, “you get fewer floaty bits. See you back at camp.”



I saw her back at camp. She walked through the dappled light and up to me, naked, except for her boots. Her long black hair caught the light as it swished around her. her bare skin rippled light then dark as she approached. It was a vision from heaven.



“Thien. My Thien, so beautiful…” was all I could manage.



“Silly boy, what’s come over you?” She knew very well. “My pussy needed a wash. Wow, it’s cold! Tingling cold but, I dunno, so free. So natural. My pussy’s still tingling. Makes my whole body tingle.”



“Thien, make love to me. Make love to me here.”



She walked up to where I had slumped to earth. I knelt up and put my hands out to receive her. I buried my face in her bush as I stroked my hands up her calves, her thighs, her slim, curved buttocks, the small of her back. She stood and ruffled my hair as I breathed her delicious scent. I put both hands around her thighs and felt the warmth of her cleft. She opened her legs to let me play with her pussy lips. To my surprise I could actually ease a finger up into her vagina, as well as caressing back up her crack.



She was pressing on my shoulders as her desire rose, lightly scratching my neck and collarbone and making sexy, contented noises. She paused, held my chin up and whispered, “Something to lie on, and take some clothes off.”



I was next to the tent, so I reached over and hauled out a mattress. She lay back on it and opened her legs impossibly wide, parting her pussy lips. I glimpsed the pink skin inside the darker furry lips. I stripped faster than I thought I could.



“Come inside me, lover.”



My cock was hard and ready. I lay over her, brushing my chest hair against her nipples, making her giggle. She put some spit on her hand then reached down to guide me in.



My cock first entering Thien’s warm wet cunt is a sensation I will never tire of. The sliding home, the fitting together, the surge of pleasure, Thien’s long blink as she accommodates my shaft in her special place… I didn’t realise such delight existed before meeting Thien. I thrust into her with long strokes, gently rocking her as I buried my cock inside her. Thien stroked my head and looked up.



“Mmm, the trees are watching us fucking. They like to see us making love. This is right, this is good. Fuck me deeply, Nick.”



I fucked her deeply, lovingly. Glancing down to see my shaft extending out of her hairy mound, I noticed she still had her boots on. The mix of sturdy utility and soft honey-coloured skin sent a surge of pleasure through me.



We weren’t long. We didn’t need to be. I moved gradually faster. She ran her nails over my buttocks and on up to my neck, sending tingles all over my body. As her hands came up over my head she clasped me and kissed me. Her tongue sent more tingles down my front and into my cock. My cock strained. The scent of her skin and the woodland combined. I gasped as my come spurted deep into her, one long stream.



“Aaaaahhhh, Thien! Thien! My angel, forest goddess. Soooo good.”



She simply smiled up at me and whispered, “Nick.”



That night, snug in our tent, with the taste of hot chocolate still in our mouths, we did a slightly surprising thing. We cuddled. We rubbed each other’s backs. We kissed noses. We nuzzled ears. Each of us ran their eyes over every detail of their lover’s face. We weren’t aroused or demanding, we didn’t ask for or give sex, we just lay together, skin to skin, absolutely content. We both knew, this day could not be improved, the only thing left to do is marvel at how good life can be.



The next day saw us off for a swim.



“Osmodeus’ Bath? What kind of a name is that?” Thien grumbled.



“No idea. That’s its name on the old maps. It doesn’t even show up on the new ones. Just an unnamed pool now, or completely left off some maps.”



“How mysterious! Maybe Osmodeus was an alien who needed to stop and have a wash.”



“Maybe…”



At the track junction the park rangers had put a sign across the turn-off, actively discouraging walkers to go on up. I stepped over the sign and started up the path, pushing through the overgrown bushes. Thien was doubtful.



“Is this the way? And are we even allowed up here?”



“Huh. I’ve been walking past ‘Keep Out’ signs all my life. A bad habit my father taught me. As long as you’re careful and respectful, you’ll usually be rewarded. And hang on, aren’t you the one who goes in for the crazy not-quite-legal stuff?” My Thien, clearly out of her comfort zone! Which means I need to make extra sure it’s all worth it.



I don’t know why I worried. It was the little paradise I remembered.



Osmodeus Bath is a natural pool, cut by a waterfall over millions of years. The stream had made a curved cliff face around itself, with great boulders at the base that had had their corners rounded over time. Every rock and stone was rounded smooth. Tall ferns stood on the shady side, while small trees growing in the sun made good towel rails.



The sun had heated the day up already, especially where we were in the bottom of the valley. The cool air of the glade only added to the attraction. I dropped Thien’s pack, got our towels out and put our lunch in the shade. We undressed in silence.



Thien had already treated me to the sight of her glorious naked body in this natural setting, but I still wasn’t ready when she lightly stepped out to the water. Her skin glowed against the dark rock face. Her black hair fell down her back as an echo of the waterfall. She was a forest goddess again, delicately stepping over smooth rocks to the water. I soaked up the sight of her arms outstretched to balance her, her small breasts with their strong nipples, her slim legs – sometimes exposing her dark bush, sometimes coyly hiding it as she stepped.



She paused at the edge, looked to me, then laughed musically.



“Nick! Are you awake or asleep? You silly boy, stop staring at me like that!”



Apparently I was still daydreaming, as the next thing I knew was chilly water spattered across my face. I started, and another spray hit me, making me gasp.



“Gotcha! Ha ha! Betcha can’t catch me!” Thien chanted, splashing me mercilessly.



I leapt into the pool. Thien’s squeals echoed off the cliff walls. She was pretty good at evading me and splashing me at the same time. But I was advancing.



“You’re for it now! You know what happens when I catch you!”



“Promises, promises!”



Her cries of pretend fright rang around the pool, mixing with our splashes and gasps in the fresh water. I found a submerged rock and leapt from the middle of the pond to trap her facing the cliff. She was breathless and panting, her hair was plastered down in crazy patterns across her back. Her eyes sparkled when she looked over her shoulder at me.



“You must take your prize here!” she said, leaning against me and spreading her legs.



My fingers found her pussy, wet but cold on the outside this time. My cock was still very happy to enter her. The angle felt unusual, but exciting. I managed a few thrusts before Thien spoke up.



“Ooh, feels cold!” With that she wriggled out from under me and splashed away with a shriek.



I chased her down again as she tried to hop along the rocks on the bank. I caught her in my arms and held her close. She wrapped her legs around my waist.



“Take me again!” she laughed.



I wasn’t letting go this time. Holding her thighs I wriggled my hands under her bottom and felt for her pussy lips. She put a hand down between us to help. I lowered her down onto my waiting cock, then somehow we managed some movement to go with it.



Thien was impressed. “Such strong arms! You powerful man!” She caressed my tensed shoulder muscles and ran her hands down my back. It felt wonderful.



But the strain was too much. I was standing in the water and I could feel the rocks moving under my feet. I tried everything to keep my balance, but it was no good. With Thien’s face inches from mine I fell backwards into the water. She squealed with delight as we sank in a tangle of arms and legs.



I came up for air and floated in the water, watching clouds drift above the trees. Only the very tops were moving in the calm air. Peace settled on the waterhole again. Absently I grabbed a handful of sand from the bottom of the pool and rubbed it under my arms and across my chest and back. It was an old camper’s washing trick, cheaper and better than soap, as well as kinder to the environment. I looked over towards Thien.



Thien was sitting on the bank in the sun. She had her head tilted back, so my view was of her chin on a pair of shoulders, above two coffee-coloured nipples. Her legs were wide apart, allowing her hand easy access to her clit, which she was rubbing vigorously. Two fingers parted her hairy lips and moved side to side. She looked up.



“Better hurry and catch up with me!” she said lazily.



I swam over and rose up in front of her. Water streamed down over my nipples, chest and legs. I brushed it out of my hair and off my body. “What have you done with my dick?” she cried. Lying in the cold water had taken its toll on my manhood and there was not much to see.



“Bring it here. We’ll try and revive it.” She opened her mouth and stretched her tongue out.

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