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Sian finally got the weekend off that she had so looked forward to. Beth also took a few days off allowing the new girls, Tara and Alison to take over most of the work. Tara was the youngest of the girls, a quiet, petit student of only 21. Alison was older at 33 and more outgoing, but they got on well, enjoying working together.



Alison would enjoy another first today. Her first threesome with 2 men. She had racked up quite a number of conquests over the years but never had she had 2 at once. She was more than happy to try this.



The lads were Sian’s regulars, the 2 geeky looking lads that she had seen 3 times now. They wanted to see Sian when they came in but were more than happy to try someone new.



“Rose tells me that you boys are regulars?” Alison asked them as she went in to start. “I hope I can be as good as Sian.”



“I’m sure you will be.” One of the lads replied.



“Will you do Double Penetration?” The other asked.



“I’ll see how it goes.” Alison replied. “I’ve never done that before.”



“Is Anal ok though?” The first lad asked. He was the arse worshipper, it was a bit of an obsession to him.



“That’s fine.” Alison replied. She didn’t have much Anal experience, most of her sexual experience had been straight forward, no nonsense fucking. She had only really had one long term lover in her life, he had introduced her to the delights of Anal sex, but it had been a rare treat rather than a matter of course. Alison realised though that this was a must in her work, she would lose to many clients otherwise.



Alison took their cash back to Rose and let the lads get ready. She made sure that she had her essentials, lubricant and condoms, then went for it. She knew she had to make this good, they had paid her £200 for this.



The lads were undressed and ready when she came back in. Alison wasted no time in kneeling in front of them to suck their cocks. She knew what they wanted, the full porn star experience, and she was going to give them it. She gave them each about 10 strokes before she swapped back to the other, keeping on wanking them while she sucked the other.



Alison was really getting into this now. Although they were paying to use her body, she felt like she had control over them. She could do what she wanted, make them come whenever she wanted. It felt good.



They soon moved onto the bed, Alison removing her knickers and bra before she laid down and opened her legs. One of the lads wasted no time getting down to taste her rapidly moistening slit. She tasted divine, he buried his head and lapped up as much of her juice as possible. Alison was finding it hard to concentrate on sucking the other man, and within a couple of minutes was coming. She gasped as the man clamped his lips over her clitoris, shaking and bucking her hips as a powerful orgasm washed over her.



The man licking her then started to nudge a cock inside her. Alison knew she should check that he had a condom on, but felt too weak to even ask him. She had continued to suck the other man, and was now beginning to taste the salty pre-come that was starting to flow. He was close now.



After a few more seconds, he pulled his cock out of Alison’s mouth and began to shoot his load. He semen was raining down on her face, some landing in her mouth, some going in her hair.



She was a complete mess but had no time to compose herself as the other man was fucking her hard now. He seemed to be spurred on by the sight of his mate coming all over her and also pulled out, ripping off the condom and shooting bolt after bolt of his come over her tits, stomach and pussy.



Alison just laid back, she was out of breath and covered on spunk, what a sight she thought!



“Do you mind if I take a picture of you?” One of the lads asked her.



She would have usually said no, but she liked these lads, she had the feeling that they wouldn’t show them around. Anyway, why care even if they did? It might mean more business!



“Go on then!” She replied.



The lad pulled an iPhone out of the pocket of his jeans and snapped off a load of pictures. Alison held her messy slit open for him, showing her moist pink hole, now gooey with white come. He got a few close ups of her face and was done.



The boys sat back and relaxed while Alison cleaned herself up. She took a few moments to wipe up the huge amount of semen they had deposited on her.



“Do you do rimming?” One of the boys asked when she joined them on the bed. This was a little kink that Sian had introduced them to.



“What me rim you?” Alison asked.



“If you don’t mind.” He continued. “Sian really got me into it.”



“I don’t think so.” Alison told him. She didn’t really want to turn him down as she really liked both of them, this was a but much for her though.



“Look I don’t mind either of you doing it to me.” She said said straight after. “I’ve just never done it before, and I can’t say it appeals.”



Both lads nodded, not looking to bothered that Alison wasn’t prepared to do this for them. She began to work their soft cocks back to life, kneeling between them and giving them head alternately.



Alison then knelt up on all fours, getting ready to suck the lad on the rights cock.



“So do you want to lick my arsehole then?” She asked the other.



He was up in a shot, she didn’t need to ask him twice. He started by dipping a finger in her wet pussy, then rubbing it gently around her anus. He then started to lick, flicking his tongue lightly over her bumhole at first, then starting to circle it. She had never tried this before, always thinking that she wouldn’t enjoy it. The man knew what he was doing though and was now starting to enter her tight ring with his tongue.



The man then introduced a finger into her bumhole, taking it easy at first, before easing another finger into her. Alison knew what was coming, his fingers were soon replaced by his sheathed cock. There was a brief shooting pain as he first entered her, although this soon subsided. He started to fuck her slowly now, pushing his cock all the way in, then withdrawing all the way so only the tip was still inside her.



Alison had almost forgotten the cock in front of her. Once she was settled with a cock in her arse, she started to work on the 8″ cock in her mouth. She was soon sucking him again with long, lusty strokes, taking almost his entire length into her mouth.



The lads then changed places, his friend now probing Alison’s arsehole with his tongue. This again was just a prelude for the cock about to be thrust into her. Alison was loving the feeling of the 8″ inside her. His cock wasn’t as thick as the other but the length made it feel delightful.



“Can we try the DP then?” One of the boys asked her.



“Yeah, no problem.” She answered. “Just take it easy on me, I really haven’t ever done this before.



Alison rolled a fresh condom onto the cock she was sucking and got astride him. The man then held her bum cheeks apart, allowing her friend to enter her again. Alison screaming at first, it was quite a shock, feeling so amazingly full.



The boys started to fuck her slowly, one thrusting as the other pulled back. They were now quite well practised in this art after their sessions with Sian. The man in her arse was the first to come again, thrusting deep into her and releasing his load into the condom. The other lad was taking a bit longer, so Alison offered him her arse again, knowing this would tip him over the edge. It only took him another minute once he swapped holes, shooting another load inside her.



The hour was over. It had flown by in the end, although the prolonged anal session had left Alison feeling a little sore down there. She had still enjoyed the experience though, the job was certainly not boring.



Tara had been picking up a steady stream of full personal services while Alison was busy. It had taken her a while to settle in at the house, she hadn’t really opened up much for the first few weeks she was there. Beth though, had managed to get her to open up a bit more on a really quiet day.



She confessed the Beth that she was really hating herself for selling her body, and it was really starting to get to her. She had also confessed that he hadn’t told her boyfriend about her job too and was petrified about being found out.



Beth had told her that she needed to separate her feelings from the job. The only way to carry on was to put all of the thoughts about her boyfriend to the back of her mind. If not, this wasn’t the job for her. Tara had been thinking about these words for the past week, deciding to give it one more weekend or to get out.



The few customers she had seem that morning had been ok, one of them though had really helped her. He was about 40 and was a real gentleman too. The sex they’d had was superb too, he had spent ages going down on her, making her come twice before she did the same for him. This was the first experience she had enjoyed in the house.



Later that day, she had another memorable client. A man in his mid thirties came in and immediately picked Tara, asking for the full service, with absolutely everything included. He paid £200 as he was also wanting watersports. Tara had always balked at this before, but after what Beth had said, she decided that she was going to go for everything. It helped that he was extremely good looking with a fantastic looking body. She really fancied this one.



When Tara went back into the room, she couldn’t believe what she saw. The man’s cock was absolutely huge, by far the largest she had ever seen. His body was a fantastic specimen, not overly muscled, just fantastically fit. Tara’s only worry was now whether she could take his huge length. Still, she was going to enjoy trying.



They settled together on the bed and began kissing, Tara stroking his huge member, feeling him grow in her hand. She couldn’t resist breaking off for a moment and taking a look at it. He was somewhere around 10″ she thought, not massively thick, but huge nonetheless.



Tara was desperate to taste him now, so she knelt between his legs and started to lick his shaft. She was adoring the earthy taste, taking in every inch as she teased him. Tara maintained eye contact with him at all times, she was now taking the tip into her mouth. For the next few minutes, she alternated between taking him in her mouth and licking his balls. The man was loving this, so Tara traced her tongue down his perineum, teasing him closer and closer to his arsehole.



“Pull you legs back.” She told him. “I’ve got a little treat for you.”



He smiled and did as he was told, allowing Tara access to his anus. She flicked her tongue across his hole a few times, before finally starting to settle into eating his hole. She also managed to continue wanking him slowly as she rimmed him, he was getting close to coming now, Tara could tell.



She then went back to his cock, clamping her mouth around his piece, wanking him hard. It took no more than a few more seconds before Tara felt a warm gush hit the back of her throat. She took on another half a dozen huge spurts before he subsided, choosing to swallow rather than spit as usual, she literally sucked him dry.



The man then took no time changing places with Tara, laying her down and spreading her legs. She was already soaking after what had happened so far, the man just dived in, giving her wet slit a real tongue lashing. He buried his head, firstly working on her outer lips, before heading deeper into her hole, then concentrating on her clitoris.



Tara came easily, he knew what he was doing, she shook with the intensity of her orgasm. The man then pushed her legs back and returned the compliment by rimming her. He seemed to love her arsehole, pushing his tongue in, working her up into a frenzy, as she came for a second time.



“I want you to piss over me.” Tara then told him, totally out of the blue.



“You sure you don’t mind?” The man replied, taken aback by how forward she was.



“Course I don’t mind.” Tara told him. “You’ve paid for it after all.”



She led him to the bathroom, and joined him in the bath, kneeling in front of him. He aimed at her tits at first, letting his golden stream out over her ample chest. It was soon a massive flow, as if he hadn’t been for a week. Tara was loving every second of this, and would have let him do just about anything he wanted by now.



Tara then returned the favour for him, pissing all over his chest and cock as he laid in the bath. The man had a huge smile on his face as she squat over him, keeping eye contact all the time.



The man was rock hard again now, they took a shower together, kissing and touching almost like a real couple would. This was the closest thing to real, normal sex Tara had experienced in the house. Once they had dried off, they made their way back to the bed and carried on. Tara sucked his cock again, she just couldn’t leave it alone. She took more and more into her mouth until she had managed all but a couple inches.



“Can I Fuck you in the arse?” The man asked.



“Yeah, course you can.” Tara told him. “Please take it slow though, I’ve never had anything like that up there before! And you don’t have to use a condom if you don’t want to.”



“Seriously?” He asked her. “You sure you don’t mind?”



“No. It’s fine.” Tara said. “Just don’t tell my boss, I’ll get sacked. It’s strictly against the rules.”



Tara laid back and spread her legs for him, he entered her without any resistance, inch by inch until he was fully inside her. He fucked Tara hard, making her scream with pleasure, slipping in and out of her slick pussy with ease. She had to stop him after a few minutes as he only had a a few minutes left.



Tara got on all fours and lubricated her arsehole, handing the tub to the man to apply some to his cock. He again licked her tight hole and inserted a couple of fingers to get her used to it. She cried out in pain as he edged the tip of his cock into her anus, it felt absolutely massive. He slowly pushed until about half of his length was inside her, then started to slowly fuck her, pushing his cock a little further in each time. It didn’t take long before he was buried up to the hilt in her arse, fucking her a bit harder. Tara was screaming still, more with pleasure than pain now.



The man then made a loud, long groan and held her by the hips. She felt the warm gush of his come spurting out into her arsehole, it felt wonderful, just the sort of sex she had needed for so long. She did have one sobering moment of guilt as the man withdrew, feeling the trickle of his semen starting to leak from her bum. She knew she shouldn’t have had unprotected sex, but she couldn’t do anything about that now.



Later that day, Tara made up her mind that she was going to tell her boyfriend about what she was doing. She needed to unburdon herself, feel free to enjoy this work, either with or without him. One way or another, this would be the new start she needed.

Sian was at work on the Saturday when a tearful Tara arrived at work. She had told her boyfriend of 2 years what she was now doing for a living while she was away at University. She had been away from her Yorkshire home for over a year now and had been pretty homesick at first. She had settled in now though.



“What’s happened?” Said a shocked Sian when Tara burst out crying.



“I told Simon what I’d been doing working here.” She said through her tears.



“And he didn’t take it well I’m guessing.” Sian replied, stating a bit of an obvious fact.



“No.” She went on. “He called me some horrible things, then threw the phone down, saying he never wanted to see him again.”



“That’s horrible.” Sian said, hugging her in an effort to comfort her. “Don’t take any notice of what he said, don’t start hating yourself for what you do again.”



“But I am just a whore.” She cried. “He’s right, I’m worth nothing.”



“Don’t ever believe that.” Sian told her. “You’re a strong, independent woman. You’re in charge of your life, and don’t ever forget that.”



Tara calmed down soon enough. She was still upset, but Sian’s kind words and plenty of coffee from Rose the made helped her feel better. She had really loved him, that’s why he didn’t want to deceive him anymore. She had kind of hoped that Simon would understand and cope with it like Ross had with Sian. He didn’t though, and Tara could see why. Who would way a girlfriend that slept with men for money?



Sian and Rose urged her to take the day off and curl up at home in front of the tv, the best remedy for a split according to Sian. She told her that Alison would easily cover her shift. Tara refused though, saying that she would only sit around moping more. She was determined to work this shift and keep busy. The more men the better was her way of thinking.



Tara’s first couple of customers were just standard personal services, just the quick suck and a fuck service. She really gave them a good seeing to though, thinking that Simon was going to call her a slut, she would act like the biggest slut she could.



She then got the sort of client she needed, a double with Sian. The man paid the full £300 for the full service, lesbian show, the full works. This would be the first time she had been with Sian, she had worked with the other girls, but not her.



The man was in his mid 30′s, nice looking, with a reasonable body.



“Let’s be really dirty for him.” Tara said to Sian. “I’m going to give this bloke the fuck of his life.”



“Come on then, let’s do it then.” Sian agreed. “You sure you’re ok for this?”



“Yeah, it’s the only way I’m going to forget about what’s happened.” Tara replied.



The 2 girls decided to undress on the landing, giggling like schoolgirls as they did. They walked in absolutely naked, giving the man quite a shock as they did. His flaccid cock was soon getting hard as he caught an eyeful of the girls lush bodies, his eyes unashamedly looking and their tits and pussies.



“Would you like to watch us for a while?” Tara asked him. “You can joint in any time you want.”



The man nodded, he seemed happy for her to take control.



Tara and Sian started off with a sloppy, wet kiss, exploring mouths with their tongues, running fingers over naked flesh. Tara lovingly licked and caressed Sian’s breasts, she could feel herself starting to get really wet now.



Sian was also soaking by the time they fell into a 69 and tasted each other. Tara went on top, holding Sian’s lips apart so she could work on her better. When she did finally look up at the man, he was staring intently, slowly wanking his rock hard 7″ cock. She smiled at him and motioned for him to join them.



Sian groaned louder again when she felt the man’s tongue start working on her hole. Tara still concentrated on her clit while her tongue fucked her.



“Lick her arsehole while I make her come.” Tara instructed him. Sian had never heard or seen her like this before, maybe this was just the way she decided to deal with her heartbreak, the client just thought it was his lucky day!



He did as he was told, expertly rimming Sian, ocassionally probing a little deeper inside her anus. When Sian came, she nearly leapt off the bed. She clamped her lips over Tara’s clit, rolling it gently between her teeth. This in turn triggered off Tara’s orgasm, making her grind her pussy onto Sian’s face



When Tara opened her eyes, the man was now standing and wanking much harder, his cock level with her face. She put her lips around his tip and stopped him from wanking, making it clear that she was going to see that he came.



Tara immediately deep throated him down to the stump, making him shudder with pleasure. She wasted no time, sucking him as hard as she could, taking his entire length in her mouth each time.



Within a few strokes, Tara felt the familiar warm, salty taste of spunk hitting the back of her throat. She took the first 3 jets in her mouth, swallowing them, before moving her head away and letting the remaining semen go over her face & Sian’s pussy.



“Sorry to keep you down there so long darling!” Tara said to Sian, finally letting her up for air.



“Don’t worry about me, that was lovely.” She confirmed.



The man also looked pleased with himself, he had 2 girls that were going well beyond what most working girls would do.



The 3 of them spent the remainder of the hour sucking, licking and fucking. Both girls took the man anally and vaginallly before Sian made him come in her mouth, sharing his seed with Tara before they swallowed it.



“Jesus!” Sian exclaimed after they had seen the man out. “You were like a woman possessed then!”



“Well, he thinks I’m a whore so I’m going to act like a whore.” Tara replied. “I hope I wasn’t too over the top!”



“Course you weren’t babe.” Sian said, giving her a hug and little kiss on the cheek. “I really enjoyed that. And don’t worry about what he said, you enjoy yourself however you want. It’s your body.”



Tara felt better. She kept on having down moments thinking about what Simon had said to her, but she knew the worst was over. The job may have cost her a boyfriend, but it was all she had at the moment. She made up her mind that she would steer clear of relationships for a while, she also made herself promise to be up front with the next man she got close to.



For the whole shift that day, Tara acted like a complete slut. She swallowed come from at least 4 different clients, and again let a man have her without protection. She didn’t seem to be able to control herself.



Over the next few days she carried on like this, giving the ultimate service to her clients, and also picking up random men in bars for sex. Tara knew that this was risky be she went ahead and did it anyway. Within a week of the split, she picked up 3 different men in bars around town, 2 that she took home for the night, and 1 gave a blowjob in the toilets.



The following weekend Sian was again working with her. Tara confessed to what she had been up to in the week, which shocked Sian a bit.



“You really need to be careful.” Sian told her. “Look, I don’t want to sound like your mother or anything, but you need to look after yourself.”



“I know.” Tara agreed. “I just couldn’t stop myself. I told myself no but just couldn’t help it.”



Sian could see her beginning to fill up as if she was going to cry again. She didn’t though, biting her lip and stopping herself.



“I went and had an STI test today.” Tara told her. “I have to confess, I’ve done a couple of the customers without condoms too. I’m really sorry.”



“Bloody hell Tara.” Sian said. “You’ve really put yourself at risk here.”



“I know.” She replied. “I just lost it a little bit. Have you never done that then? You must have slipped up at some stage.”



“Well yes.” Sian admitted honestly. “I’ve done it a couple of times and felt awful afterwards. Don’t say anything to Ross though will you?”



“Course I won’t.” Tara said.



“Just promise me you’ll look after yourself.” Sian urged her. “Get this check back and draw a line under it.”



Tara took it on board, she made a promise to herself to stop taking risks and start using protection again. She stuck to it as well, going back to protection with customers and cutting out the one night stands.



It was the Friday of the next week that Tara got results back, they were negative. She felt a huge relief. She also knew that she needed a follow up test in 6 months, but the negative was a big boost for her.



The following weekend Rose got a call from a man wanting to make a booking. He had a special request, he wanted to film a video, set in the parlour.



“What do you think?” Rose asked Sian after she had explained his proposition.



“I’ll have to run it past Ross first.” Sian answered her. “I’ll do it though, why not.”



Sian explained it to Ross later that night. Basically, the man wanted to film a Bukkake scene. He said that he had between 20 and 30 men lined up, and wanted them all to fuck the girls, then come over their faces. It was pretty extreme but most girls wouldn’t consider this.



The director offered them £2000 to film the scene, and said it probably wouldn’t take more than a day to film. This seemed like the easiest £500 they would ever earn.



“What do you think?” Sian asked Beth on the phone that night.



“Sounds like easy money to me.” Beth replied. “I’ve done porn once before, it wasn’t that much fun but it pays well.”



“That’s the main thing.” Sian said. “Tara is on for it, I just need to check with Alison tomorrow now.”



Sian and Alison were working at the house on the Monday, this gave Sian plenty of time to run the idea by her.



“Bloody hell!” Alison said. “I think that’ll be a bit much for me.”



“Oh come on!” Sian begged her. “It’ll be fun! Ross and one of his mates are coming over to keep them in line, and they’ll all be tested beforehand.”



“I don’t know.” She said. “Let me sleep on it.”



Alison called and accepted the offer a couple of days. Sian had predicted that she would. Alison always seemed to be the most reserved of the 4 girls that worked there, but she too could be wild when she let her hair down.



Sian called the director and let him know the job was on. They sorted out the date on the following Sunday. The man explained that the session would be very simple. He would just film the oral and fucking, then the men would line up for the cumshot at the end.



On the Sunday, the girls arrived at 12pm, followed by the director and 2 other men with cameras. They allowed them to set up in the main bedroom, getting the light right, and the angles all sorted.



The director introduced himself as Joe, he was about 40 and in good shape. The other 2 lads were in their early 20′s, skinny looking men that didn’t have a real job. They probably didn’t get paid much but did get to have some fun on the set.



The girls were now ready in their underwear as the men started to arrive. They were young, old, fat, thin, black, white, everything. Some were good looking, others clearly not so. It was a real mixed bag of men. The girls even recognised a few of the faces.



“Right people.” Joe started. “I want the girls in the centre of the room obviously. Only rule is that no-one comes until the end. If you think you’re going to blow your load, stop. I need you all to be ready for the big finale.”



They all agreed. The girls then took centre stage, peeling off their underwear, waiting for the men to join them. The first few stepped forward, bringing a selection of different sized cocks for them to work on. The smallest was a tiny 4″, the largest about 7. The girls began to suck them, switching back and forth between them.



More and more men were now arriving at the flat. Rose was seeing them in, inviting them through to the living room area. Ross was now overseeing the organisation. He was filling the men in on what was needed while Joe and his assistants filmed the action. A few of the brothel regulars had also called by and been invited in to join.



When Ross went back in to see what was happening, all of the girls were now being taken in a variety of different positions. Each of them also had a cock in their mouthes, lazily giving blowjobs, trying not to make the men one yet. As men pulled out, another was always ready to take their place, the girls never had time to think about what was happening.



This carried on for the best part of an hour before Joe called to cut the action. He had always said that he wouldn’t stop the action too often, so it was more natural. The girls were just about ready for a break by now. When Alison made her excuses and went to the loo, one of the cameramen followed her to film it. Despite her weak attempts to tell him where to go, he persisted, Alison eventually letting him film her pee.



“Would any of you girls consider doing a golden shower scene?” Joe asked them.



There was no reply at first, then Tara came forward and offered her services.



“I’ll do it.” She said. “I don’t want any on my face though, just aim it at my tits.”



Six of them went through to the bathroom to shoot, Joe, Tara and four of the men. They all took turns to pee



over her tits, sending their warm, golden streams over her pert chest. Tara smiled and played with her tits as they peed on them, washing herself thoroughly with the stuff. Joe was delighted with the stuff he was getting here, all of this was a complete bonus.



Back in the bedroom, Sian was chatting to Ross, while Alison and Beth were deep in conversation with a few of the lads.



“Will any of you girls do Anal or DP?” Joe asked them.



All of them shook their heads to agree it was ok, the thought of the £500 spurring them on.



“Don’t worry.” Joe continued. “This won’t take long. The way we edit it makes it look like we got more footage than we have.”



Joe got the girls lined up on the bed on all fours. They spent the next 10 minutes being fucked anally by a large selection of men. Each man took no more than about 30 seconds before letting another in. It was a filthy sight, the girls were beyond caring who was about to enter next by this point.



They were once again given a bit of a break while Joe and his crew got ready for the DP scene. Joe kept this much more organised. He kept the number down to 3 men for each girl, making it much easier to supervise. He had the men rotating positions for the next 5 minutes until he signalled that he had enough.



The girls all now looked pretty worn out, they had been going for a good 2 hours now and they were all getting a bit sore by now.



“Right then.” Joe announced. “It’s Bukkake time.”



He was ready to film his grand finale now. For this part, the men would simply file in, come over one of the girls and then leave. As crude as it was, that was it, the reality of porn. Joe also now stripped down, announcing that he too would be joining in for this part. He also signalled to Ross and his friend that they were welcome to join in.



The girls all knelt on the floor as the first gang of men came to join them. There were about 10 of them in the room at any one time, all working on their erections, getting ready for the action call.



The first of the men came over Beth’s face within seconds of Joe calling action. He was one of the older men, his come dripping out onto her chin. A second man then came over Beth a couple of seconds late, spurting a large load over her. Other men were soon firing loads of spunk over the other girls. Joe and his crew were filming happily filming as an ever growing line of men filed through the room, dumping their loads all over the girls.



After about 15 minutes around half of the men had fired their loads over the girls and were leaving. Joe was urging the rest on, as were the girls, talking dirty to the men, telling them to come over them. Each of them looked a complete mess now, there entire bodies splashed with the sticky liquid.



Ross had now made his way in and picked his wife to join. Sian sucked him, looking him in the eye, covered in strangers come. It was a surreal situation that Ross would never have believe he would be in just a year ago. He soon grunted and let go a torrent of semen over his wife’s face. She now had the stuff all over her face, in her hair, and all over her body.



After another 10 minutes it was done. Pretty much all of the men had deposited their loads over the now messy girls. All of them were thoroughly smeared in come, looking and feeling like a complete mess. Joe was delighted with the footage he had got. He promised to be in touch as soon as the film was edited, leaving with a huge grin on his face.



The girls cleaned up and sat to enjoy a well earned beer in the living room. They had actually quite enjoyed their day, and were delighted when Ross handed them each a large roll of notes.



Tired but happy, the new porn stars left work. They would have to go some to top this.

It had, Max thought, been a terrific summer thus far and he was glad his firm had allowed him the extra time off so he could come with Alli and experience it all. They had spent several days at the big powwow for Crow Fair and he had enjoyed the dancing contests and parades enormously. He found that he loved the rugged countryside and wide open spaces of the west that allowed him to see the sky and horizon uninterrupted by skyscrapers and the building clutter he was used to. Alli and Clayton tried, at every step, to make things easier and more comfortable for him in the sometimes unfamiliar world of Indian life and culture. And their friends and family had been warm and welcoming to him, despite some initially awkward moments due as much because of his age as because of his race, he thought.



Once Alli’s grandmother had found out about his talents with a toolbox though, he’d been “in like Flynn”. He recalled their initial meeting and her refusal to speak English to him for days, despite Alli’s anger with the old woman. He’d taken it in stride and tried to soothe Alli’s temper, but one day she had stormed out to have another yelling match with her silver-haired granny. In their absence Max had discovered several cabinet doors in the old woman’s kitchen that were hanging by one screw, as well as the door out the back that had warped from the weather and now dragged, sticking on the splintering boards of the back stoop.



Doing some snooping he’d managed to find a handful of assorted screwdrivers and a bare assortment of other tools in a small chest of drawers. In other drawers around the house he found odd screws and nails and gathering his booty took it in to work on the kitchen cabinets. Coming in later the little round woman had found him shirtless and sweating in the heat, but satisfied with himself as he checked the swing of the little wood cabinet doors. She had smiled toothlessly at him then, eyes sparkling and beckoned him to come with her, nearly dancing with excitement as she pulled him out to the old barn by one arm. Alli had come around the house too, demanding to know what was going on but he could only laugh and shrug before ducking under the lintel.



Alli’s Granny had hugged him fiercely, fingers lingering in the hair of his chest as she patted him. She giggled like a school girl then, her weathered old cheeks flushing. Turning to an ancient tarp covered mess in the corner, she stroked the canvas like the skin of a long-ago lover before telling him -



“Dees for you Max!”



By now Alli had entered the barn too and he heard her slight gasp as he turned back the cloth. He was more curious than seriously expecting to find anything, but with a growing sense of wonder discovered an ancient wood box with carpenter’s tools of a hundred years ago – wood planes, awls, rasps and chisels, ball peen and claw hammers and even a tack hammer resided in the dusty old box, all wrapped in oiled rags to protect them. Reverently he looked through the box examining the tools, while a rapid-fire exchange in Shoshone took place behind him. Finally, Alli had wrapped her arms around him from behind -



“You fixed her cabinets?”



“Uh huh,” he nodded, turning his head to plant a kiss on her nose. “And if these are in as good a shape as they seem to be, maybe we can get her door fixed tonight too. I was afraid it would have to wait till I could get to a hardware store in town.”



She kissed his shoulder, tonguing some of the salt sweat from his skin, “I didn’t know you knew how to do things like that.”



Turning in her arms he grinned down at her, kissing her nose again, “Seems I may have some value besides “standing stud” after all, huh?”



Flashing her full, dazzling smile at him she agreed, “Yeah, I’d say you’re a keeper! But seriously baby, how DO you know this stuff?”



He told her then about the summers of his high school years, after his parents had divorced, spending time with his grandparents who had a little place in the country. His grandfather’s good friend and neighbor was an older Amish gentleman who had taken Max under his wing, teaching him what he could of basic woodworking and construction during those few summers – taking him into the community for every barn raising possible. Max had developed a love of working with his hands that had gone largely unfulfilled, despite his minor in architecture.



“But I don’t understand where these tools came from,” he’d said. “How did your Grandmother get them? How long has she had them for cryin’ out loud? Would she have just left them here forever?’



Alli had, blushing, done some explaining of her own, telling him how her Grandmother (and consequently both Clayton and herself)”Granny Merry” was, despite appearances, not full blooded Shoshone. Merry’s father had been a “breed” – the son of an immigrant German carpenter and a young Arapaho girl, probably “purchased” as a bride with blankets, guns or whiskey. He had inherited the dark good looks of his mother, along with the blue eyes and skill working with wood of his father. It had made him irresistible to Merry’s mother, Mockingbird Sings in the Morning. They had many happy daughters together, but no sons, and before the old man had died he had Mockingbird wrap all his tools in skins soaked in linseed oil. He’d told Mockingbird and his daughters that the tools were “for the one who will come”. As far as Granny Merry was concerned, Max was “The One”.



As for how long it had been, closest reckoning put her Granny’s age near 90, plus or minus a year or two. There was an equally old and treasured German Bible that had all the births and deaths written in it but the ink was old, faded and smudged in spots so it was impossible to tell if the old woman had been born in 1921, 1924 or 1927. Then Alli had to try to explain “Indian time” – something for which there was no easy explanation. The closest way she could explain it to him was that Indian’s traditionally don’t measure time in the same way as white society and the business world – not in 24 hour days and 7 day weeks – but in seasons, ages, eras of conflict or of drought and abundance.



He’d already noticed elements of this. Clayton and his friends might say, ‘we’ll meet you in town around noon’. It might mean that most of them would show up at some point hungry for lunch. On the other hand, it might mean they would show up, en masse, sometime before dark. At first Max’s frustration with their lack of respect for Clayton’s mother, and their lack of punctuality had him feeling seriously disgruntled. Over the days that they had been there, however, Max had noticed Alli gradually relaxing and ceasing to take such lapses personally. She was still largely punctual and if she had given her word she would be somewhere then she would move heaven and earth to be there at the stated time. But on days when they had no plans or obligations, she and her friends or relatives might discuss doing something – but Max was beginning to understand that, in this world, in this place, there was no need to rush or to stress. Necessary things were accomplished because they were necessary – feeding the chickens and other stock. Slightly less imperative things might wait until more convenient – hauling water or cutting wood (or repairing kitchen cabinets, he thought with some humor). Hunting and fishing (and SEX) seemed to always be “imperatives” even if the larder seemed fully stocked and Max wondered how much the pleasure involved in the pursuit weighed in the decision making process. He began to suspect it was a determining factor.



In this case, the family was committed to periodically renewing the oiled cloths until such time as “someone” appeared or was born with the necessary talent and desire to use the tools. The actual historic time involved did not significantly matter.



Events following their explanations had deteriorated rapidly when Max had discovered Alli was bra-less in the summer heat. He DID learn an important lesson though. Individuals with hay-fever should avoid fucking in barns at all costs. Despite Alli insisting he shower immediately he had continued sneezing and coughing for several days and totally gave up wearing contacts in favor of his wire-rimmed “emergency” glasses. It had given Granny Merry plenty of time to round up all the other family members and close neighbors who needed work done around their homes. Max was working harder than at any time since his youth. He had also lost weight, built upper body muscle, gotten quite a tan clambering around on house and barn roofs without a shirt and was sleeping better than ever before in his life. He found, when he gave the matter any thought whatsoever, that he was happy.



Alli seemed happy too. She was cooking a lot – even baking her own sourdough bread. She had started a small vegetable garden, persuading a neighbor to assist with it now in preparation to take over once they’d gone home – in return for which the neighbor would share the produce garnered with Granny Merry. She and Granny frequently worked side by side in the cool of the morning and evening. Occasionally they would grab buckets and baskets and head out into the fields and woods, bringing back their gleaned treasures after spending hours away from the house. Sometimes they’d come home giggling like schoolgirls together and freshly sunburned from skinny-dipping in Big Jimmy Creek or one of the other local waterways. Despite their ‘trifling’ ways, the family (always including such assorted aunties, uncles, cousins and friends as managed to ‘just drop by’ at mealtimes) dined well on huge salads of field greens – “wild” miner’s lettuce and tender poke and dandelion greens with whatever nuts, mushrooms, edible berries and flowers the women had found on their travels. An assortment of vegetables fresh from the productive little garden – or perhaps a soup or stew with some of the game that Clayton and the cousins seemed to forever be hunting – along with liberally buttered slabs of the crusty homemade bread would usually serve to fill the most prodigious appetite. Max HAD noticed, however, that the Indians seemed to universally share a sweet tooth and could almost always manage “a nibble” of one of Alli or her Granny’s famous “scratch” cakes or cobblers.



As the days passed and he relaxed more into the rhythm of their life he realized he was truly learning to love the vastness of the western skies, the lack of traffic noise persisting into all hours and the clean, freshness of the morning air. There was always time enough for loving here as well and a quick pat of Alli’s fanny as she scrambled eggs for breakfast might result in her handing off the spatula to a giggling Granny Merry, or eye-rolling Clayton, as she hauled him back to bed. One of his first projects, after being gifted with the tools had been installing a lock on the inside of their bedroom door. It had been prominently lacking prior to that time and occasioned not infrequent battles between Alli and her grandmother who, although used to having unlimited access to the little back bedroom, seemed most prone to “needing something” in the middle of their lovemaking. Having a lock on the door, freed them from “middle of the night-silent mode” love making they had necessarily adopted by way of coping.



Alli had approved so heartily of his thoughtfulness that she had promptly dragged him inside the little room, locking the door behind her. Arching an eyebrow at her in a mock-quizzical mode he had asked -



“And just WHAT did you have in mind, Ms. Richards?”



Licking her lips and slowly unbuttoning her shirt she grinned at him, “I dunno, baby…I thought we might see what comes up…”



He leaned back on the bed, feeling himself already starting to get hard and strain against his jeans. Damn, he thought, she hasn’t laid a hand on me yet, or shown a tit…just the THOUGHT… Playing along still, he nodded slowly.



Well, I suppose I can spare a few minutes – but I really need to get over to Annabeth Cardinal’s place to look at that old desk of hers…”



She paused in the slow peel of her shirt. “A ‘few minutes’?”



He nodded seriously, trying not to adjust or draw attention to the now painful bulge at his crotch, “Uh huh…a few minutes…if you can think of some way of passing the time…”



She licked her lips again meaningfully as she finished peeling her shirt off, her dark nipples already standing hard and proud against her tanned skin.



“Oh, that…” he said, pretending to a despair he in no way felt. “I suppose that would be…well, ‘adequate’.”



Dropping her hands to her jean zipper she shimmied out of them, her panties immediately following. Advancing on him with a glint in her eye she announced -



“I’m about to GIVE you ‘ADEQUATE’!”



He pretended to try to cover himself with his hands -



“Now wait….Honey….Just a minute….Don’t be hasty….OOOOOOHHHHH!!!!”



She had, with the precision and forthrightness that is almost second nature to all medical personnel, pulled his shirt off over his head, unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his knees along with his boxers. Kneeling in front of him she had arched one brow, the tip of her tongue nearly touching her nose and rolling her eyes at his act before opening her mouth and engulfing him to the root. Hearing his groan of pleasure she had giggled but never stopped sliding and sucking on his cock. Bobbing down to the base, where the tight curls of his pubic hair tickled her nose and then sliding back to the crown, never losing contact, her tongue sliding and teasing the sensitive skin around the rim and particularly the little knot of tissue that was so sensitive to stimulation. His hands were working on the edge of the bed now and she knew he was longing to grip her by the back of the head and fuck her mouth – but knowing too that he loved the slow torture and tease that she was giving him and wanted to give her free rein. Dipping lower she bent her head, sliding her tongue along his taint, as her finger stroked the crack of his ass, finding and lightly tickling his asshole as she opened her mouth wide to suck in first one, then the other of his balls.



“OOOOOOhhhhhhh God!”



“Hmmmmmm?” She hummed around his ball, the vibration shooting straight up into his brain and back again. “Adequate I take it”



“Nnnnnnngggggg,” Max groaned wordlessly. Then, remembering the part he was playing said, “I suppose you’ll do…”



Muttering ‘I’ll do he SUPPOSES’ she slid lower, sliding her tongue up and down his taint before running the tip of her tongue up and around the base of his sack. Inhaling one ball happily into her mouth she simultaneously slid several fingers back and down the crack of his ass to circle the rim of his asshole with the pad of her index finger. It had been a warm day and the smell of clean male sweat and arousal rose around her. As she moved her knees a little further apart, switching from circling his parts to stroking her own she could smell her own musk rising too. Max was holding her head nestled between his hands now, his fingers buried in her hair and she could feel the tension in his hands as his balls drew up and hardened.



As much as he was enjoying her ministrations he didn’t want the moment to end too soon and knew if she continued the blow job he was indeed going to ‘blow’ shortly. Not that that was a problem either, he thought, she loved to drink his cum as much as he did hers, often teasing that her favorite snack was a ‘protein smoothie’. Groaning again his hips flexed involuntarily, the urge to “FUCK” was becoming overwhelming….time to change up the rhythm he thought.



Pulling away from her he kicked out of the remainder of his clothing, laying back on the bed -



“How about sharing a little of that good stuff you’re hoarding down there?”



Bringing her dew wet fingers up into view as she joined him on the bed she solemnly licked one of the fingers, “Hmmmmm, well….I dunno…seems to me the flavor is off a little…not quite up to snuff. What do you think?”



She held a finger to his lips. He licked it – making a major production of the process with plenty of lip smacking. “Mmmm. Really hard to say sweetie.”



She giggled at the double entendre.



“There’s really only ONE way to tell for sure!”



“Oh? And what would that be?”



“Avoid the middleman…or finger…”



Leaning over her and grinning lecherously he stroked her wet folds with his own fingers, bringing them up to examine them critically, “Moisture content seems adequate…”



“There’s that word again….ADEQUATE.”



Popping his own fingers into his mouth now and simultaneously saying, “Well, that seems to improve the flavor slightly…”



“Probably due to that bland, caucasian taste you have…” she grinned wickedly at him.



He nodded sagely, “True, certainly doesn’t have that ‘Red Man’ whang to it…”



Finally breaking into gales of laughter she wrapped her arms around him, “Okay baby – you win!”



“Great! WHAT do I win”



Throwing her limbs wide open again so she was spread-eagle on the bed she giggled, “ME of course!”



Falling backwards onto the bed again he groaned mightily, “DAMN! Here, and I’d always thought that a prize was something new and unusual…” Rolling back up onto an elbow to grin at her he continued, “Instead of just the same ol’ same ol’.”



Narrowing her eyes in mock-warning, she was unable to hide the sparkle of humor in her dark eyes as she repeated, “Same ol’ same ol?”



Patting her pussy and kissing her nose lightly he nodded sagely, “Yep, same ol’ same ol.”



“Mr. Roberts, you are getting dangerously close to sleeping alone on the couch!”



Continuing to toy with her wet folds he shook his head in disagreement, “I kinda doubt it sweetie…I seem to have fairly solid evidence that SOMEBODY in this bed seriously wants fucked…and I think the couch is a little small…and a little too public for that!”



Popping his wet fingers in his mouth again he noisily sucked her juices from them, grinning at her irrepressibly.



Dropping his hand back to her slit, he stroked gently down the length of her sex, tracing the path of her lower lips. He smiled as she caught her breath, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth. He bent, seeking first to draw her lips into his own, unconsciously trying to find a way to compress all of the love and passion he felt for her into their shared kiss. Using the knowledge of her body he’d gained over the past months he played on her sex as though it were a musical instrument. He realized how well he’d succeeded when she surged against him, clinging desperately with her legs locked around his wrist. The heady perfume of her musk filled the little room and the damp spot below her on the bed widened.



Alli was puffing like a steam engine now, interspersed with little cooing cries of pleasure. Nibbling a trail of fiery kisses from the corner of her jaw he was unsurprised to find her thumbing her own nipples.



Tsk’ing at her he scolded, “MY prize sweetheart….ALL mine!”



Bending his head he opened widely, attempting to engulf as much of her breast as possible in his mouth. Sucking hard to pull her deep in his mouth he chuckled at the triumphant, ‘Ohhhh, YES, baby!’ that issued from the head of the bed. He thought again, briefly, it was a shame he hadn’t known Alli when her breasts had been filled with milk to nurse Clayton. But then, he realized, he’d have been too young to take full advantage of the situation.



Tonguing her nipple, flicking it lightly and circling it with his tongue, writing their combined initials across them, he was unsurprised to feel her cunt spasm against his fingers again. She’d told him once how much she loved nipple play, saying that her nipples seemed to be directly linked to her clitoris in some way. He bent his head a little lower, inhaling the sweetly erotic scent that always lingered just below her breasts, stroking along the fold of skin where they lay against her ribcage with his tongue, enjoying the salty tang of her sweat. Pausing briefly he blew a wet raspberry in her navel, just to hear her laugh.

I got home from work at the usual time. Another long day of sweat and dealing with belligerent people was coming to an end. The sun was closing in on the mountain peak just across from my house. I was happy to be home, ready to shower, and eager to spend time with my wife.



“Baby, I’m home.”



My call from the front door went into an empty house. No one yelled back with any greeting of any sort. I simply figured that Randi was at the store or possibly picking something up for dinner, but I called out again.



“Babe? Are you here?” but still no answer.



I looked around the first floor and saw that the house was spotless. I realized that the maid must have come by and I noted she had done a really great job on the place. Then I set my back pack down at the front door, pulled off my shoes, peeled out of my shirt, and threw my dirty clothes about halfway up the stairs. Dressed only in my undershirt and khakis, I made way to the refrigerator for a cold drink. I reached for the door handle on the refrigerator and saw a several-page note clinging to the steel door under a single magnet. I reached up, grabbed the note, and began to read:



____



Hey Babe,



How was your day? Hopefully it went as good as mine, but I doubt it. I got home from the gym and Angelica had already completely cleaned the downstairs. I heard her finishing upstairs, so I figured I would go ahead and take a shower. I wanted to make sure I was cleaned up before you got home just in case you had any energy left after work.



I went upstairs and Angelica was still cleaning our room, so I went to take a shower in the guest bathroom. I finished and got dressed. I went down the hall to blow my hair dry, but Angelica was still in our room. I wondered what the hell she was doing in there, so I opened the door. When I did, I was blown away.



Angelica was waiting. She had cleaned out my closet and she found our play things. I opened up the door and she was standing next to the foot of our bed. She had her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail and she certainly wasn’t wearing the same thing that she had come to the house in. She put on my black corset and my knee-high boots. To top it off, she was wearing one of our strapons- the one that you love, the nine-inch one with the leather harness. I know that my jaw dropped because my panties immediately got so wet that I couldn’t take it. I must have been in shock because I didn’t move at first. I just stood there until Angelica said something.



“Hola.”



All I could think to say was “Hola to you, too.” I could feel myself smiling. Then she summoned me over with her finger. I was hypnotized. I walked over to her and stood in front of her waiting. I don’t think I expected her to give any orders considering she only speaks Spanish, but I was never expecting her to be standing in front of me wearing a strapon. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I was so excited that I couldn’t wait anymore. I reached up with my hands to the sides of her face and pulled her in for a long kiss. Her tongue was so soft against mine. Her mouth was so warm.



She reached up to my hands and pulled them down to my sides while we kissed. Then I felt her finger tips running up my arms to my shoulders. Her hands slid softly over the front of my chest down to my breasts. She lightly rubbed my nipples through my shirt. Then she ran her hands down my stomach and grabbed the bottom of my shirt. She broke our kiss and quickly pulled my shirt over my head. I stood there bare, and goose bumps covered my body when she reached up and pinched my nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. She squeezed and played with my nipples until they were so hard that they started to hurt. Then she bent down and took my left nipple into her mouth. She sucked hard for a second before lightly dragging her teeth from the base to the tip of my nipple. Then she kissed her way to my right nipple and did it again. She was driving me crazy with her lips and teeth. Then she pulled back just a tiny bit and licked small, teasing circles.



Her teasing me with her tongue distracted me from her fingers that she hooked into the waistband of my pants and panties. She tugged them down just a little bit before she slid her hand into the front of my panties. Her fingers found my pussy and a tingling shockwave coursed over my body. My heart pounded and my breath staggered. She had a look in her eyes that let me in on her secret. She had completely taken control. I was hers.



She pulled my pussy lips apart and slid her fingers into my slit. I was so wet that she didn’t have any problem pushing them deep into me. I was ready to crumble. Then she pulled her fingers out and slowly lifted her wet fingers to my lips. She gave her first order.



“Suck.”



I put her fingers in my mouth and began to suck and lick them clean. I could taste how wet my pussy was. Then she pulled her fingers out of my mouth and put them in her own. She sucked and licked just like I had. She moaned and then she squatted down in front of me. She reached up and balled her fists into the sides of my pants and panties. She slowly pulled them down over my hips and down my thighs. I stepped out of my pants and panties. I was completely naked and Angelica stared straight to my pussy before she looked up at me and smiled. She placed her hands on my thighs and pushed her thumbs apart. I opened my legs for her access and she moved her face to my slit. Her warm, wet tongue met the hood of my clit. She licked and sucked hard and I could feel my center swell. Then she tilted her head a little more and shoved the length of her tongue into my hole. She buried it in me and wriggled it much to my delight. I could feel my orgasm building as she licked deeply. I yelled out that I was going to cum just as my body twitched and heaved without control. She kept licking. I kept cumming.



Angelica stood up and turned me around. She gave me a light shove backwards and I fell back onto the bed. She crawled onto the bed in a way that seemed like she was trying to seduce me, even though she already had my cum on her tongue. I moved back to the head of the bed and put my head onto the pillows. She started at my belly button and kissed her way upward, over my breasts, to my neck, and then deeply against my lips. I spread my legs for her, as wide as I would for you when I want you to fuck me. I could feel the head of her dong tickling at my soaking pussy. I wanted so badly for her to push into me, but she didn’t. She kissed her way back down again and once again, she buried her tongue into me. The heat of her breath and the flicking of her tongue were nearly too much for me to take. Then she moved her hand in while she licked and began to finger me. First one finger, then two, and then three. She covered her fingers with my juices and lifted her fingers back to my mouth. I sucked them clean once again while she continued to fuck me with her tongue. Then she moved her hands under my knees and lifted them upward. She pushed them high toward my chest and I could feel my ass open. She softly licked her way from my pussy to my ass. She licked in tight circles around my asshole before she pushed her hard tongue into my ass. She licked me deeply and she was driving me absolutely crazy. I begged her.



“Please.”



She pulled her tongue from my ass and made way back to my pussy. She continued to lick and fuck me as I felt the tip of her finger dancing around my asshole. Then she pushed her finger into my backdoor and began to pump her finger in and out of my ass while she licked my clit. I came again. This time was harder than the first. I could barely breathe, but I wanted more.



“Please. Please fuck me.”



Angelica did not hesitate to fulfill my request. She pulled her face from my pussy and her finger from my ass. She kissed her way back to my mouth. I could taste my cum on her lips and tongue and it made me even wetter. She reached down between us as we kissed and guided the tip of her large rubber cock to the center of my slit. I opened my legs wider begging for her to enter me. She pushed her cock into me and I nearly screamed. The width alone was agonizing. I bit my lower lip as her hips met my inner thighs. She was buried in me with our tongues dancing. Then she pulled back and pumped forward again. I moaned into our kiss and she knew that I was loving every inch of it. She continued to pump and fuck me. She picked up her pace and was quickly slamming into me. I couldn’t believe it as I came again. My legs wrapped tightly around her waist and I pulled her into me, holding her in place as I reached another great orgasm.



Angelica pulled her strapon out of me and moved back a little. Then she gave another order.



“Turn over.” (I just love her accent- so cute.)



I turned over beneath her and waited. I was wondering if she was going to pull my hips up so she could fuck me doggy style, but she didn’t. I heard a bottle of lube pop open and I looked back over my shoulder. She was jerking her strapon and coating it with lube. Another tingle ran over my body when I anticipated what was to come next. I reached back and placed my hands on my ass. I pulled my ass open for her and she purred as she dripped lube onto my ass. She pushed what felt like two fingers into my ass. She made sure that I was nice and wet before she pushed the tip of her giant dong into my hole. I moved my hands under my breasts and clinched my fists tightly into the sheets. I bit down hard on the pillow and closed my eyes tightly as the length of her shaft buried into my ass. I burned with delightful pain before I relaxed. She must have felt me relax because that is exactly when she started pushing into me harder and harder. I felt eight of the nine inches withdraw all the way to the tip, then slam back into me hard. The fronts of her hips met my ass cheeks with a loud slap. She did it over and over. I didn’t think I was going to be able to cum again, but I could feel it building inside me as she fucked me harder and faster. Then her hands slid under my shoulders and I felt her breasts push tightly into my back as she humped my ass. I felt her body tense and the pace of her breath stammered. She moaned into my ear as I felt her body twitch and I knew that the base of the dong had rubbed her clit the way that it had done so many times to mine. I loved the feel of her cumming into my ass as she fucked me from behind.



Her orgasm subsided and she laid there for a moment, her rubber cock pushed deep into my ass, her body twitching with delight, and both of us trying to catch our breath.



Now, Baby, if I know you… well, you are standing in the kitchen reading this with a raging hard on. All I can say is hurry up and get upstairs.



____



I dropped the note on the counter and ran up the stairs. I opened the door to our bedroom and there was Randi and Angelica. Angelica had changed into a red teddy, thigh-high red stockings, and black patent leather high heels. Randi was wearing a black lace braw, garters, thong, thigh-high stockings, and her knee-high boots. Both of them finished off their outfits with large rubber cocks sticking out from their leather harnesses. I looked them over and smiled. They smiled back and summoned me over with their fingers. Randi teased, “We’ve been waiting for you.”

“Helllloooo… anybody home?”



I heard the words echo from both entrances of my house as I stood in the kitchen, my mind awash with thoughts of taboo sex – most recently, of taking my eighteen year old younger daughter, Dulcie’s anal virginity, but also of having fucked my older daughter, Carolyn, both alone and with her sister. Then there was Carolyn’s former cheer leading chum Jeanie, who, after thoroughly teasing me from the day she turned eighteen, had joined Dulcie in a display of lesbian sex which turned into a threesome. What had kept my cock hard in my pants all morning though, was thinking about Dulcie off on a football road trip, wondering how many cocks she was consuming, or whether she was indulging her bi tendencies with the other cheerbabes. I had seen and felt enough of Dulcie’s taut young body to be able to imagine the experiences she was sharing.



The only thing keeping me from pulling my prick out and jacking off to get relief was knowing that Carolyn was due home any time for a weekend break from college. My hesitation was not fear of her walking in and finding me stroking myself. Dulcie had assured me that her sister was not ashamed of our earlier antics, and that if I handled the situation properly, Caro wanted more.



Part of what needed careful handling was my ongoing lust for Jeanie, complicated by the fact that she and Caro were no longer friends. Dulcie knew that my darkest fantasies involved reuniting the former team mates, in a modified version of my threesome with Jeanie and Dulcie. I could never tell Dulcie, but sharing Caro and Jeannie would be even hotter, with their history. I knew that even trying to engineer that would likely just blow things up, and leave me with no sex.



Dulcie was away, so neither voice could be hers. I quickly assumed that Carolyn had returned home earlier than expected, and turned toward the front door, expecting my older daughter to come bounding in. Her unhappiness at school had improved since our sexual encounter, which accomplished our purpose of building her self-confidence. She had not told me whether or not she had turned this into fresh sexual encounters.



Thoughts of watching Carolyn suck cock, or fuck, or eating pussy just made my cock stiffer, which was not what I wanted at that moment. No matter how much I hoped to share my meat with Caro again, wagging a hard cock at her before she even tossed her travel bag on her bed might scare her off.



Except it was not Caro who entered. Jeannie grinned girlishly at me as she rushed over and jumped up. My arms instinctively reached up and grabbed her back as her legs wrapped around my body. Her pelvis pressed tight to my cock. Her lips met mine; her tongue forced my mouth open and caressed my teeth. Her stiff nipples were barely contained in a halter top, which did nothing to prevent their hardness from drilling into my chest.



“Oh, I can tell that you’re happy to see me, but Dulcie told me she wouldn’t spoil the surprise when she asked me to come check and see if you needed anything while she was away.” Jeannie burbled as she came up for air, fingers caressing my hair. “I remember how much fucking went on during senior road trip, but then, I’m much more of a slut than your daughters. Maybe Dulcie would rather save herself for Daddy. Though I bet your cock is excited thinking about who she might be fucking.”



Jeanie emphasized her point by running a hand between our bodies, laying her palm fingers pointed down on my bulge. She held it there for about six heartbeats, applying barely any pressure, just feeling my turgidity surging against my clothing, grinning at the unspoken desire expressed by my meat, which told her that it wanted to touch her – not merely her hand, but her most intimate flesh, her mouth, her cunt, and, though she might not realize it, her ass.



“Is this reserved for Dulcie, or may I have some?” she cooed.



Before I could answer though, I heard a shout from behind me. This time it was Carolyn.



“Bitch,” she yelled. “Daddy’s mine!”



A blur flew past me. An arm swung. A hand slapped Jeannie’s face loudly.



“I got a ride home early to surprise Daddy. It’s not fair,” my daughter whined.



The shock of the attack had caused Jeannie to release me and step back. My cock still throbbed but now it was protesting the loss of body contact.



“Hold on, dear,” I spoke in as stern a parental tone as I could. For the first time, the moral gap created by incest felt like a chasm. “There’s enough of me to share. To be fair, Jeanie had me first, at least when it comes to bouncing on the bed. You knew that.”



“But that was with Dulcie – and you knew how upset that made me!”



One glance at the tears welling up in the corners of my daughter’s eyes washed my sternness away. She melted into my arms, the heat of her body filling the vacuum created by Jeannie’s stepping back. My cock instantly appreciated the treat, swelling hard against Caro’s flat belly. I stroked her hair like I did when she was a little girl as she sobbed on my shoulder. My other hand caressed her back, but with each stroke, I realized that I was drifting lower toward her ass. Behind Caro, I saw that Jeanie was now grinning.



Caro did not protest against my hardness pressing into her body. Instead, she rotated her hips slowly, grinding against my erection. A soft sigh escaped her lips. My hand shifted all the way down to cup her ass, squeezing firmly. She pressed harder against me, twisting so that her nipples drilled against my chest, a repeat of how Jeanie’s had felt moments earlier.



Her ass rotated faster under my palm, her cunt rubbing against my erection, separated only by thin layers of clothing. She broke the kiss, pausing briefly to bite my lower lip before panting for air, the warmth of her breath invading my throat as she stayed close.



“Damn, Daddy, but don’t you just turn me on so much that I can’t stay mad at you.” Caro’s voice was barely a whisper. “In fact, I want you so much that if you take me, I’ll do anything you want – things that bitch Jeanie would never dream of.”



My daughter snaked her tongue into my ear as if to illustrate her point, then spoke again.”Things that my little sister would be shocked if you try them with her after I go back to school.”



Over Caro’s head, I could see Jeanie slumped against the counter, breathing heavily, one hand inside her panties, the other massaging her boob, fingers toying with her own nipple, grinning , her brain obviously filled with evil thoughts.



“Oh, I doubt there’s much Jeanie wouldn’t do,” I chuckled, “and Dulcie is more corruptible than you could possibly guess.”



I watched Jeanie’s eyes open wide, her hands pausing as she waited for me to feed her fever with more details.



“No way she’d let you fuck her ass,” Caro guessed. “and I would.”



Since Dulcie had taken my cock up her poop chute, I’m sure my blush gave us away. Caro took a half step back, looking up and me, puzzled.



It was Jeanie’s to fill the void, upping the ante. “Heck, ass fucking is almost vanilla these days. All the gals like a little sausage in their casing. If you want to be really kinky, you have to drink the cum out of an ass.”



My cock throbbed, loving the idea, but my head was still in charge. “That would mean anal sex with no rubber – very unsafe.”



Jeanie pouted theatrically. “But, Daddy, I bet Caro’s ass is virgin. So the thrill would be worth the risk. If you want, I’d lick your stick clean afterwards.”



I started to protest, not wanting to set a bad example for my daughter, but Caro moved quickly, placing a hand over my mouth as her other fingers moved to undo my pants.



“I think it would be a huge turn on. I’m soaked just thinking about it, and like I said, anything Jeanie dreams of, I’m willing to go beyond – so first, I want you to fuck her ass while I lick your balls. Then while you fill my bowels, I’ll eat your seed out of her, before she gets her turn.”



Her hand was massaging my shaft. My pants puddled around my ankles. Jeanie was simultaneously tweaking her nipples and slinking closer, her eyes locked on mine, her tongue wetting her lower lip. Common sense was about to lose another argument.



Jeanie pressed tight to Carolyn’s back, making my daughter meat in a sensual sandwich. Jeanie ran her tongue along Caro’s neck before raising her lips to meet mine. The sweet flavour almost made me believe that I was virile enough to come twice in enough quantity to fulfil their perverse plot.



“Let’s make out and get him properly prepared,” Jeanie stage whispered into Caro’s ear, the tongue which had just teased my tonsils darting into my daughter’s aural canal. One of Jeanie’s hands had slithered up between bodies, and was under Caro’s bra, doing to my daughter’s nipple what Jeanie had just been doing to herself. I mentally pictured Caro dropping to her knees and taking me deep into her throat, in a seamless swallow, but with a hand firmly grasping my root to prevent accidental ejaculation.



By way of silent answer, Carolyn pivoted without releasing her grasp on my helmet, and cupped her other hand behind Jeanie’s neck. Rivalry abandoned, at least for the moment, Caro locked her lips tightly onto Jeanie’s mouth. I could see my daughter’s tongue bulging in her frenemy’s cheek. Four hands explored tits and asses as Caro quickly abandoned her stimulation of my organ. So much for my predicting how this ballet would develop.



The girls’ next move was so smooth, it could have been choreographed like ballet, but likely simply reflected their years of cheerleading practice. With no apparent discussion, they executed a pirouette and somehow Caro elevated up until she lay on the counter top, her legs draped over the edge, Jeanie in between.



I watched Jeanie caress my daughter’s inner thighs with delicate movements – far from the aggressive attack I had expected. Her fingers flowed in circular motions, eliciting ever deeper moans from Caro, until Caro’s hips began joining in the dance, lifting up from the counter top as Jeanie’s right thumb gently grazed Caro’s labia.



Jeanie’s nimble fingers tested Caro’s willingness. She must not have known about my threesome with both daughters, and how Caro had played with Dulcie. I just assumed that Jeanie, being a proud slut, had played before and after her episode with Dulcie which had ended up with my seduction. Jeanie knew the location of the most important bits, and how to please a woman.



“Is this okay?” Jeanie asked with uncharacteristic gentleness in her voice.



“Ohmigawd, yes, better than okay.” Caro moaned. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life.”



Jeanie continued her tender touching of my daughter , seemingly enjoying the power and control over her long time rival. Within moments, I could see, hear and smell Carolyn’s excitement. Jeanie continued, though I suspected that Caro was on the brink of orgasm. Jeanie never quite allowed my daughter to climax, displaying a talent that could only have been perfected through plentiful practice.



For the moment, I might as well have been on another planet, as Jeanie stroked Caro’s nipples and kissed her way slowly around, over and down every bit of succulent skin. Caro’s breathing slowed as she became more aroused.



Any hint of hesitation on Jeanie’s part vanished. She worked her way toward Carolyn’s clit slowly, allowing the rosebud to pop up out of its hood on its own power. The sight of a womanly finger teasing my daughter’s tender flesh gave me a determined jolt of excitement as she gasped in ecstasy. I knew that this might never be repeated, so I wanted to watch carefully, and store the memories for future recall. Caro would go back to school, and it would be a long time before I got to see her again. There was no guarantee that she would ever get naked for me again, let along fuck me. So having fodder for future masturbation was an added bonus to what promised to be mind blowing sex.



My cock throbbed demandingly as I watched Jeanie drag her fingers up and then down my daughter’s moist slit, carefully not scraping tender flesh with nails, using only the pads of her digits. As she did this, Jeanie bent forward, obscuring my view. As I shifted positions, Jeanie slowly lowered her head over Caro’s chest, drawing a nipple into her lips, closing teeth around the rubbery tip, not biting, merely gripping enough to pull that nubbin away from the soft mound of tit below.



After repeating this seduction of the other nipple, Jeanie proceeded to kiss down Carolyn’s torso, bathing that taut flesh with her tongue, unhurried, wandering toward the navel, where she took exceptional care, rolling her tongue around the depression clockwise, and then counter-clockwise before stabbing into the space with a hardened point of that tongue. Jeanie’s fingers, four of them, thrust deep into Caro’s quim in synchronicity.



My daughter gasped loudly, the single sound echoing in the kitchen.



“Please, please please me,” she demanded into the silence, a hint of joyful laughter in her tone, “eat me, bitch.”



Her neck was bent, her back was arching up from the granite as her eyes glazed over. I knew she had loved sex with her sister when we had all shared a bed. Apparently, Jeanie also had just the correct womanly touch.



Caro began whimpering as her fingers twined through Jeanie’s hair, forcing her mouth along Caro’s belly. In a few seconds, I watched as ‘making out’ gave way to full on girl sex – tongue stabbing between labia, lips suckling, seeking clit.



My hand curled around my aching cock as I circled the counter, seeking the best view. I kept my organ in just a loose grasp, idly stroking, maintaining the excitement, but not progressing toward ejaculation, I hoped, in spite of the ‘plop’ of a drop of precum falling to the floor.



Jeanie abandoned Caro’s tits as my daughter’s ass lifted off the counter. The cheerleader whose teasing had contributed so much to my descent into incest pushed two fingers gently into Caro’s ass.



“Yes, bitch, stretch me for Daddy’s cock,” Carolyn moaned, releasing her grip on Jeanie’s hair, all the better to tug on her own nipples.



“I want you to make her cum,” I spoke, though it seemed like a stranger’s voice.



“She’s totally driving me crazy, Daddy,” Caro said.



I stepped closer to the counter, my body beside my daughter’s head. She turned her head and smiled up at me. Her chin moved a fraction of an inch, all the permission I needed to step even closer. Her mouth opened, allowing me to ease my erect head past her slack lower lip, over her teeth, onto her tongue. She licked me thoroughly, rhythm mimicking Jeanie’s pace. Then she closed her mouth around my shaft and sucked my cock like it was a straw and my seed was her milkshake, after a year crossing a desert.



“Not too much, sweetie,” I cautioned. “I’m not some college guy who can fill your belly from the top end, then fill your ass – not to mention Jeanie’s ass.”



Fortunately, at just that moment, Carolyn’s writhing intensified, and she spat my cock out, no doubt fearing that she might accidentally bite it in the throes of orgasm.



“I’m coming,” Caro screamed, her body twitching and heaving uncontrollably. Jeanie kept licking, prolonging my daughter’s climax.



“So much for just making out to get ready for me,” I chuckled.



“I’m not done yet,” Jeanie said, pausing for a moment while Caro caught her breath, and then diving back deep into that soft chewy center.



From this angle, I had a perfect view. I appreciated better than before that my older daughter had a tiny clit, unlike her mother or sister, or Jeanie. It was like a tiny pearl bobbing in the ocean of her cunt. Jeanie slurped it up enthusiastically, as if finding a strange new toy. I inhaled their mingled perfumes, the womanly scents proving that they were both excited.



Jeanie alternated deep thrusts of her fingers with soft tongue licking and gentle nibbles with her teeth.



“Oh, Jesus…” Caro panted, grabbing Jeanie’s hair again to press that mouth against her slit. “That feels so good.”



My daughter then released her lover’s hair and reached a hand out toward me, grasping my hand as waves of orgasm wracked her body.



Jeanie lifted her head and squealed with delight. Without missing a beat, she used her athletic grace to bounce up onto the counter top, twisting into a sixty-nine position with Caro. My daughter was less experienced than her friend, as far as I knew she had only had the one lesbian experience with her sister, but Caro made up for it by attacking Jeanie’s dripping quim with enthusiasm.



Her hands reached around and kneaded Jeanie’s buttocks. I stepped back, gaining a perfect view of the gaping anus which they had suggested that I fill with cream. It was already moist from Jeanie’s excitement. I throbbed every time my daughter’s tongue reached past the edge of Jeanie’s cunt and teased the perineum, almost tickling that rosebud. Within seconds, their moans filled my kitchen.



“Oh, god, you bitch, I’m coming,” Jeanie screamed. “So much for just making out til we were ready for Daddy.”



Caro just kept on eating as Jeanie’s climax exploded through that lithe body, which shook violently as it reached a peak of sexual satisfaction that I feared would be hard for me to match. Finally, each girl pulled their mouth away from their target and they lay panting on the counter top, a tangle of coltish womanly parts.



Jeanie recovered first, untangling herself and shifting to sit on the edge, legs slowly kicking the air, looking at my aching cock.



“I think Daddy’s ready,” she laughed, causing Carolyn to shift and look at her reward.



Their eyes left my organ and made contact, a thought transferring as if communicating a cheer move. They both bounded down from the counter and each grabbed one of my hands, along the way each giving the tip of my cock just a tiny nudge.



“Time for some bouncing on the bed,” both monkeys said at once, which caused them to collapse in a cavalcade of girly giggles before dragging me up the stairs to Caro’s room.



They both bounced up on the bed, side by side on all fours, presenting their shapely asses for my appreciation. I smiled partly because of that view, but also because their fingers were intertwined, and their lips touched briefly, their rivalry abandoned.



“Jeanie first,” Caro instructed me, spinning around so that her fine young ass was against the mattress. In the afternoon sun, she looked as angelic as she had as a six year old in baby doll jammies resisting nap time. But that was almost fifteen years ago, and now she was nude, her nipples red from her friend’s lesbionic attention, but still not ready for nap time, always wanting more from her daddy. And as always, I was about to give it to her. I never could resist pleasing my daughters.



“I don’t have any lube,” I realized out loud.



“Not a problem,” Caro decided, her fingers swiftly scooping up moisture dripping from Jeanie’s cunt and rubbing it around Jeanie’s anus.



As I stepped closer, my daughter went further, stuffing her tiny fist right into Jeanie’s cunt, and then stretching her friend’s sphincter open, two slim fingers probing inside and stretching that passage open for my weapon.



“Mmmm, that feels so good,” Jeanie moaned. “I think I’m ready for a sold hunk of man meat to be stuffed up there though.”



In spite of that suggestion, Caro continued to finger fuck her ass ferociously, working a third finger into her. Jeanie went crazy, her hips thrusting back against my daughter’s hand, a wave of orgasms shaking her body.



“Now she’s really ready, Daddy,” Caro laughed. “Time to fuck her tight hole with your big… fat… cock.”



She paused between those last three words, knowing how much I would love the praise, and perhaps trying to give Jeanie a little extra tingle.



My knees bumped the edge of the mattress and Caro smiled up, scooting closer. Her free hand grasped my shaft at the base, tugging me up onto the bed and aiming me at Jeanie’s core. Her fingertips caressed my balls, something that reminded me of how her mother knew just the right touch to excite without tickling. That thought might have made me feel sad, or guilty, but I was too absorbed in the moment. If Dulcie had first seduced me as therapy to help get me past the death of my wife, Caro’s latest effort was continuing the healing.

Despite the windows being down the car seemed to fill up with the stink of Jake’s piss. Lauren felt it coating her chest and face, she had the horrid taste in her mouth, she felt disgusting. Fuck this asshole, she thought to herself, Fucking presumptuous asshole.



They arrived at Jake’s rented house. He shared it with two roommates – John, a part-time student and bartender, and Jenn, full-time student and hippy chick. Neither Jake nor Lauren spoke on the walk up the stairs. Jake swayed just enough to let Lauren know how drunk he really was. He struggled with the keys before opening the door and walking inside. Lauren followed.



Jake motioned for Lauren to follow him as he walked toward the back of the house. He talked as he walked.



“Look, Sasha’s room is in the back – just go in and grab some sweats or whatever. There’s a shower in there, go for it if you want to.”



“Do you think she’ll mind? I’ll bring the clothes over tomorrow after I wash them.”



“Nah,” said Jake, suddenly seeming embarrassed, “She’s cool. She won’t care. I’m going to go change.”



Lauren watched him walk toward the front of the house before entering Sasha’s room. It was dimly lit and almost the Platonic form of a hippy chick’s room. There was the faint odor of incense in the air. Lauren moved back to the bathroom, stripped quickly, and washed her body quickly with a washcloth and soap. She tied her hair up, checked to make sure the piss hadn’t ruined her makeup, gathered her clothes and put them in a trashbag she found under the sink, and went back into Sasha’s room.



Lauren went through her drawers, found a grey sweatsuit and pulled it out. Then she heard the door open and two male voices.



She moved toward Sasha’s bedroom door. She could make out John’s voice, Jake’s voice, and someone else. Jake was speaking too softly to be heard but John, as was typical for him, was overly loud and obviously intoxicated.



“Whoa, whoa, wait wait…. she’s here?” John asked. Lauren heard Jake respond but couldn’t make out what he said.



“In Sasha’s room? What the fuck man?” John said. More mumblings from Jake.



“Damn right son. Haha. Dude, Jake is dating this shit freak from school. Yeah, yeah that girl!” She heard more mumblings. “Freaky chick shits all over herself man!”



Lauren realized she had misjudged Jake. He had told John and god knows who else. Surely John will tell (or has already) everyone and anyone. She knew John through Alison and knew he was a drunk, a loudmouth, and an asshole but was also popular and well liked by the student body. While she had thought no one would believe Jake if he told anyone about what had happened she knew people would believe John, even if he was telling it second hand. She quickly dressed, grabbed the trashbag with her urine soaked clothes, her purse, and left Sasha’s room.



John, Jake (now clad in shorts and tshirt, urine free), and another guy were sitting in the front room drinking. They had heard Sasha’s door open and were silent when Lauren walked in the room.



The third boy stood up and offered his hand to Lauren.



“Hey, I’m Mike,” he said shaking Lauren’s hand.



“Hello Mike,” Lauren said, avoiding eye contact. John and Jake stared at her.



“Hey Lauren, man, what’s up?” John asked, staying seated, “What are you doing over here?”



“Uhh, she was dropping something off,” said Jake.



“Oh, is that right?” John said, feigning interest, eyes bright with laughter. “Was she bringing over some toilet paper? Or diapers?”



John started laughing. Jake blushed and Mike sat down, smiling and chuckling with John.



“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” asked Lauren, feeling anger rising in her chest.



“Well,” John said, with a smirk, “Jake told me a pretty interesting story about you. About something that happened yesterday.”



Lauren looked at Jake. He was blushing, staring at the floor, avoiding her gaze.



“Oh,” Lauren said, turning back to John. “What happened?” She was expressionless.



“Well, he said you got a little messy. He said you did some pretty sick shit in front of him, stuff he’s never even seen in porn before.” She could tell from his tone he was turned on. She felt her anus tighten.



“Fuck you,” Lauren said as she headed for the door. John got up and moved toward her but she brushed past him and went out the door. John followed her down the stairs.



“Where you going?” he said trying to catch up with her as she walked quickly down the street. She turned down an alley and picked up her pace.



“Fuck you. Leave me alone!” she shrieked at him.



“Wait, wait,” John said grabbing her arm and stopping her. “I was just joking, come on, Jake is a fucking liar.”



Lauren stared at John. He moved closer.



“You like shit?” he whispered, pulling her close to him. He raised one of his fingers to her nose and she inhaled the faint but unmistakable odor of ass on his finger. She closed her eyes and breathed it in again. She opened her eyes and gently pushed John back. The alley was lit by streetlights but it was lined with high walls overgrown with vines that obscured the houses on either side.



John said nothing. Lauren watched as John reached behind himself and put his hand down the back of his pants. He closed his eyes and grunted before pulling his hand out and slowly raising his finger back to Lauren’s nose. In the light she could see dirt on his finger and as he brought it closer to her nose she could smell the shit on it. She felt her heart beat quicken, a sudden warmth in her loins, the familiar clenching and unclenching of her anus.



“I..” she started before John slowly inserted his finger in her mouth. She stared into his eyes as he slowly moved his finger in and out of her mouth. She could taste his shit in her mouth and closed her lips around his finger, sucking hard. She closed her eyes.



She heard John unzip his pants and the rustling of his jeans as he let them fall to his feet. She could swear she smelled his cock. She opened her eyes.



John pulled his finger from Lauren’s mouth, letting a string of spit drip down her chin, and wiped his finger around her chest. He stood with pants down. Lauren reached down and slowly cupped his balls, eliciting a small moan from John. She felt herself getting wet and she continued to rhythmically contract her anus. John leaned closer and gently kissed Lauren as her hand moved from his balls to the shaft of his erect cock, stroking it slowly. She felt John’s tongue slip into her mouth, opened her lips a bit more, and felt him push his tongue deep into her mouth. She could feel the heat of his cock as she slowly stroked it, a bit of pre-cum wet her hand.



John pushed Lauren back toward one of the walls in the alley, but gently and while staring in her eyes. Lauren leaned back against the wall, stroking John’s cock with one hand, and with the other she took his finger. She raised it back to her mouth and slid it back in. The shit taste was gone as she sucked it and listened to another soft moan from John. He pulled it from her mouth, reached behind him, inserted the now moist finger back into his asshole before pulling it out and putting it back into Lauren’s mouth. She could taste the faint flavor of ass. She closed her eyes and moaned.



She felt John pull his finger from her mouth and then place both his hands on her hips. She kept stroking him, feeling his cock start to throb, while he slowly pulled down her borrowed sweat pants. She had put her underwear in the trash bag with her urine soaked clothes. The cool night air sent the hairs on her thighs and ass on end. He leaned in and kissed her while she felt his hand move up her naked thigh and rest on her pussy. He gently started massaging it. Lauren could feel her juices on John’s skin, she smelled the excitement of her pussy mingle with the musk of John’s cock and balls.



She pushed him back, staring into his eyes, pulled her hand slowly from his cock, before turning around and facing the wall, her back to him.



“You know what I want,” she said softly, almost whispering.



Her anus relaxed suddenly and she gently moaned while slowly bending from the hip and pressing her chest and face against the wall in the alley. She felt John pull her sweatpants down to her feet. She felt his hands on her ass cheeks and he slowly spread them. He knelt and she could feel his warm breath brushing against her asshole which quivered unintentionally. Lauren let out a low groan.



She held her breath and could hear John inhaling deeply, could feel how close his nose was from her anus.



“God, you smell so good,” John whispered, inhaling again, closer this time. He pulled her ass cheeks further apart and she could feel the tip of his nose on her anus. He inhaled again, slowly and deeply, before sighing gently. Lauren slowly let her breath out and felt her anus tighten then loosen. Her pussy started throbbing, she could feel her juices working their way down her lips and she imagined her pussy glistening with her juices.



Suddenly she felt John’s tongue at the top of her ass crack slowly sliding down. Her heart sped up, she held her eyes closed tight. This had never happened before, she had never had anyone touch her anus but herself.



She let out another deep moan when she felt his tongue reach her anus and slowly circled it before gently pushing against it. John softly groaned and gently slid his tongue over her anus. Lauren reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit very slowly and softly.



She felt John pushing against her asshole with his tongue, wet but firm, and she felt herself slowly opening to him. She groaned, again loudly, as she felt the tip of his tongue enter her. John groaned and forced his tongue deep into her ass. She quickened the pace on her clit.



For a moment she was completely lost in it and became aware that John had stood up. She felt his cock, throbbing, rubbing against her ass cheeks, slowly moving between them into her ass crack. She leaned her upper body against the wall and reached back to pull her cheeks open, breathing heavily, as John rubbed the head of his cock against her anus, moist from his tongue. John groaned, his breathing quickened.



“I wanna be in your ass, I wanna feel my cock sliding in your fucking ass,” he said, softly and slowly, into her ear. “I’m going to cum in your ass and I want to watch you push it out.”



“Wait,” Lauren said, softly, again almost a whisper, “Wait…”



She felt his body against her and his cock pushing against her asshole. He grunted and pushed hard, Lauren gasped with pain, could feel her anus tighten.



“Wait,” she said. She reached behind and touched his cock. She could feel herself sweating, the wetness all over her body, could smell his sweat and his cock, imagined him, moments before, with his tongue sliding into her ass. She moved his cock closer to her pussy and he tried to thrust when he felt the wetness of her, but she held his cock firmly.



“Wait,” she said. She closed her eyes, holding his cock right beneath her pussy, and briefly concentrated for a moment. John felt warm liquid run down his dick before he heard her piss hit the dirt. She moaned softly and relaxed a bit more feeling her bladder emptying on John’s erect cock. For a moment she could feel John’s upper body stiffen and thought he might pull away, but she felt him relax as her warm piss ran down his cock, across his balls, dripping down into the dirt of the alley, down his thighs, down her thighs. She guided his cock back up to her asshole.



John groaned and pushed. Lauren felt pain, felt her anus resisting, felt herself tightening against the burn. John pushed harder. His cock was coated in her urine and he could feel her asshole slowly accept the head of his dick. Lauren moaned loudly, grunted, and suddenly squirted out the last of her urine. He wanted to see it, he wanted to watch his cock entering her ass, but was afraid of pulling away from her. He felt her start pushing back against him, her ass slowly opening up, slowly taking his urine lubed cock, and Lauren’s moans started getting dangerously close to screams.



“Shhh!” he whispered in her ear. He pushed again and felt his cock slide deep into Lauren, so tight, tighter than any girl’s pussy he had ever had. The thought of what he was doing was suddenly clear in his mind and he could feel himself getting ready to cum. He pushed deeper, his hands on her hips, pulling her onto his cock, and felt it slide completely inside her.



Lauren let out a loud groan and felt John pull her into him violently, felt his cock suddenly throb uncontrollably in her rectum, and John let out his own groan.



“Fuck, oh God, fuck,” she heard him whisper in her ear. She thought she could feel his cum inside her and found herself wondering if it would come out when she shit. He pulled her onto his cock again, hard, and she felt his whole body tighten before relaxing, his head resting on her back.



She felt him slowly pull out of her ass and groaned with pain. It struck her as odd but reasonable that his cock leaving her ass felt just like pushing out shit. However, she could feel her anus straining and knew it would hurt in the morning worse than after any of her rituals. She felt fluids drip down her backside and legs as John pulled himself out. She stayed resting against the wall, her borrowed sweatpants, now themselves covered in urine, around her ankles, her asshole rhythmically flexing as she tentatively pushed out John’s cum. She heard John pulling up his pants and zipping them. She turned around.



John hurriedly pulled his pants up, avoiding looking at Lauren.



“Uh… look, I gotta go,” he said, apologetically, still avoiding eye contact.



“Ok,” Lauren said, staring at him.



“I’ll.. uh… I’ll see you, ok,” he mumbled as he turned and stumbled down the alley. Lauren watched him go until he was gone.

Preface to our story.



Thank you to all who have given such great feed back to my newest series New Beginnings. Your emails were especially nice. I have a backlog of stories in my docs and submitted my afternoon with Sara, Part 3, before really finishing Part 2. Call it a sixties burnout that tried to drag then through the nineties, adult ADD, sexual nirvana whatever, I am back to finish my first experience with Steve and Sara set up by Ben. I hadn’t even though where they story was going to go, but wanted to get this to my nice supporters, so I stripped naked, got some lube, watched some porn and well, here it is. I hope it is as well received as the others.



I encourage you to read all in order with this as 2.1, but as they are really only my sexual fantasies/porn they probably stand alone.




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Back in Ben’s loft we left our friends about to return the pleasure I had given to Ben, Sara and Steve. They were in a huddle deciding who was going to do what. The great part was all three were going to give it to me.



Sara turned to me and asked me: “Favorite part, cock, mouth or ass?” Without thinking I quickly replied: “All three!”



“Enough of this planning and rules lets just return to Johnny some of the pleasure he gave us.” Says Sara.



“John, get comfortable on the bed on your stomach.” Directs Ben.



Excited to get going I reach the bed in a few steps. During the time lapse after pleasuring my new friends my cock had lost most of its tumescence.



It was early evening now and the only light was coming through Ben’s wall of windows so he went around the loft lighting some of the many candles located around the bed, shortly the place was filled with the subtle scent of the candles and their glow.



As I lay on the corner of the bed I saw Steve at my head, Sara at my side and Ben between my legs. They all started touching, stroking or caressing me, each in their own way. The varying intensity, length of caress and general difference between the three was very stimulating. Their touches while extremely arousing were more sensual that sexual.



At my head I could feel Steve very close, so close I felt him lift his soft cock to rest on the top of my head, that fucking beautiful cock was huge soft. Previously in my cock fantasies, the cock was always of average size, nothing extreme. Almost always uncut but about my size. I understood women or maybe even men being “size queens” but didn’t think that would interest me.



Well my first cock was an uncut beauty of larger than average and within days had sucked a huge cut one and loved both. Still a little hung up on having the smallest cock in the room, I felt reassured knowing I had given quality pleasure to three people within minutes of each other. And now they were about to return that pleasure.



Back to their attention. Ben was working my legs up to my butt and Sara was doing my back down to my butt. Steve was concentrating on my shoulders and arms. I have had a few massages, most with some form of happy ending but this was well beyond that.



I was thinking that it would be nice if all of us were covered in oil and able to roll around together. I would have to suggest that to the group later.



As I was on the corner of the bed their movement was a little limited but it hardly mattered. Sara was kneeling on the bed itself and Steve at one end and Ben on the side. Being a wanton slut I had to have more and started exploring with my hands. I was touching anyone within reach. Noticing this they all made it easier for me.



Sara sat on my hand and I loved feeling her hot, wet pussy running my fingers through her hair down to her clit, lips and slick opening. Ben placed his semi hard cock in my other hand so I could explore it and his balls.



Ben and Sara were now concentrating on my ass. Squeezing and spreading my cheeks, caressing my balls and running fingers through my ass crack and teasing my anus. This is a new erogenous area for me, long overlooked by previous lovers and knowing this Ben had extra incentive and Sara joining in really heightened my pleasure. Somehow Steve sensed my oral fixation and turning my head presented his cock to me. Still only semi hard I welcomed it into my mouth, sucking and licking the crown.



For years I have felt that my primary sex organ was my mouth, preferring to eat a pussy that fuck one. Now that I have sucked cock and can freely lick an anus I firmly believe this.



I was now moaning with some frequency and grinding my crotch into the bed. Seeing this Sara suggest it is time to roll me over. Eagerly doing this I roll right over. Before I am settled, Steve cradling my head guides me farther up the bed so I am at the edge making it easier for him to present his cock to my mouth.



Someone, Sara I think, takes my cock into their mouth down to the base and a hand continues to caress my balls, pulling them down stretching my sack.



Ben takes my ankles in his hands and lifts them to his shoulders and shifts from my balls to my anus. Wetting his fingers Ben starts pleasuring my anus. First circling it then gently penetrating bit with a finger tip. Then I feel his hot breath on my anus and finally his hot tongue. He is slathering spit all over my anus and relaxing I can feel him pushing it into me.



Sara now sees my balls unattended and adds them to her work. Sensing her pussy is out of reach she shifts so it once again falls onto my hand.



Steve’s’ cock is very hard now making it awkward for me to get a mouthful. Knowing I can’t get half of it into my mouth at best, I still want as much as I can get. Steve shifts to the side of the bed so I can turn my head and suck more of him in and he guides his big nut sack to my hand. Slowly but firmly Steve fucks my mouth ever aware of my depth limitations.



At the other end Ben lowers my leg nearest Sara to the bed, but holding the other up high rolls me to my side enough to drop down to rim me. This is some new level of heaven. A cock in my mouth, a mouth on my cock and a tongue in my ass. Working separately they sense my heightened level of pleasure and working together start bringing me to climax.



Speeding up his face fucking Steve asks: “How close are you and where do you want my cum?”



Moving just enough to speak I tell everyone I am very close and want Steve to cum right where he is.



Ben now has his lips surround and press hard to my anus and makes love to it with his tongue. Steve is giving me all I can handle and Sara is sucking me madly and I have spit running down my balls so copiously that Ben must be sucking it in.



Powerfully I feel it start in my anus, it is like a bolt of lightening and moves through my balls and up my cock into Sara’s’ mouth. Seeing this Steve with his great control lets loose shot after shot of hot cum into my mouth and down my throat. I can’t match Steve’s’ explosive gift but know I am giving Sara all I have. It seems to last forever and time appears to stop. I am overwhelmed, my cock is shooting, I am sucking, my hands are full of juicy pussy and hot pulsing balls and ass is being treated as an equal part of the beast that is my newly and fully explored sexuality.



Sensing that I am completely fucked my lovers pull back. A cock slides from my mouth, mine from another hot mouth and my ass is given one last long wet lick.



Smiling Ben says: “Welcome to our group.”

Welcome to the second part of this story. Sorry for the delay…Thanks so much for all of the great feedback on the first part! I’m glad it’s been enjoyed so much. I’m truly inspired to put some more of my stories on this site.



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All the way back to Bobby and Sherry’s apartment, my mind was in a blur. I had just had one of the most powerful orgasms of my life at the hand of (or mouth, rather) another man, and on top of that, I had helped bring him to orgasm as well. Never before had I experienced this, but now I wanted more. Funny, I thought to myself, I hadn’t really even been interested in bisexual porn (except for bisexual females, of course), and now I was incredibly turned on. As we walked, Sherry’s hand kept roaming to my still-hard cock and teasing it, or telling me what she was going to do to me when we got back to their place.



“I so loved watching you two suck each other’s cocks,” she said in a husky, sexy voice. “I’ve been wet since we got to the pub thinking about what we were going to do, but fuck! I’ve been gushing since I saw you with Bobby’s cock in your mouth, Joe!”



“I can’t believe how much you made me cum,” Bobby chimed in. “It’s like it was never gonna stop!” I knew exactly how he felt. I told him how strong my own reaction had been.



We finally reached their doorstep, Sherry showering us both yet again with kisses. We were trying to be ever so quiet as we had a group grope on the front walk up to the building. It was pretty late, but there were still lights on in some of the windows.



The interior of their apartment felt nice and cool in comparison with the way the weather had been trending. Once we were in and had the door closed, it was like Sherry had been let out of a cage. She immediately stripped off her top and bra again, and was all over Bobby. I stood just enjoying the sight of the horny couple kissing, caressing, teasing each other. As their tongues explored each other’s mouths, Bobby’s left hand cupped one of her breasts, then began pinching her diamond-hard nipples. She squealed in pleasure. Bobby’s other hand reached down under the hem of Sherry’s skirt and began stroking her pussy. She gasped in surprise as he fitted two, and then three fingers inside her, really frigging her. He pulled upward, his fingers still inside her, as though he were trying to lift her up off the floor by her cunt. This just drove her more insane, and she let out a moaning, screeching howl and kissed Bobby even more intensely. I couldn’t contain my arousal any more – the sight in front of me was more than I could handle, so I pulled out my cock and began stroking it slowly as I enjoyed the show.



“Bring that gorgeous cock over here,” Sherry growled. She kissed me as I sidled up to her. Her free hand grabbed the base of my cock in a death grip and she threw her head back and succumbed to the feeling of an orgasm racing through her body. Bobby finally broke the kiss and said, “Mmmmm…baby, hold that thought. Let’s get some wine and put on some music — we’re gonna be here all night.”



In a few minutes’ time, the lights were dimmed, dozens of candles where glowing around the room, and we were all cozied up on the couch sipping wine. I sat between Sherry and Bobby, as we all mutually fondled each other. Sherry was obviously perfectly comfortable sitting topless while we all talked.



“I wanna watch the two of you play with each other while I masturbate. Put on a show for me while I finger myself,” Sherry said. She got up from the couch and went looking for a bottle of lube, then brought a chair to sit across from us so she could watch. She was really getting into this, and spread her legs wide as she sat in the chair. I was getting rock hard again, and watched while she pulled the crotch of her panties aside to diddle her clit. Damn, how I love watching a woman masturbate.



After a few minutes I stood up and removed my clothing, and Bobby did the same. Sitting half-facing Bobby on the couch, I drizzled some lube on his cock, and then did the same for my own. Soon, I was enjoying the feeling of his warm hands on my cock and balls, just as I hoped he was enjoying my touch. At times, he would circle both his hands on my shaft and stroke slowly up and down, and at other times, he would massage my balls until I thought I would explode. I’m a multiple cummer, so I wasn’t too worried about cumming too quickly. I tried out a number of hand techniques on his rod, lightly twisting toward the head at times, or giving the head a series of rapid little mini-strokes. The effectiveness of this was obvious as he moaned and his eyes rolled in the back of his head.



“Want me to make you cum?” I asked him.



“Mmm…not yet,” he said. “I’m enjoying this too fucking much.” I immediately slowed down my stroke and lessened the pressure. I looked over, and Sherry’s eyes were glued to the activity on the couch. Excited beyond belief, she had three fingers buried inside that hot little hole of hers.



“Have you ever been fisted?” I asked her. She just smiled and nodded her head yes. Then I watched as she spread herself even wider, and the remainder of her hand disappeared up to the wrist inside her. Instantly, she was writhing in another series of orgasms, one trailing behind the other.



I decided I wanted to taste that cock of Bobby’s again, so I moved down onto the floor in front of him. Gripping his cock with my hand, I sucked his weighty balls into my mouth – first, one at a time, and then both together.



“Ooooh, I’m getting so close,” was all he could manage.



“Good. I want you to cum all over me,” I said grinning at him. I took Bobby’s shaft into my mouth as deep as I dared, and then I felt the incredible sensation of Sherry’s warm, wet tongue exploring the crack of my ass before it settled on my puckered asshole. The feeling could only be described as a bolt of lightning up my spine. While I licked and fingered her boyfriend’s huge erection, Sherry’s tongue dove ever deeper into me. A hand reached under me and milked my dangling cock, stroking it from root to tip and back again.



“Holy shit, that feels fucking amazing!” I cried out.



“You’ve never been rimmed before?” Sherry chuckled.”I love eating ass, as well as having mine eaten.”



“I guess this is a night of firsts,” I grinned back at her. I circled the head of Bobby’s cock with my tongue, while I got my own dose of pleasure. Before I knew it, Bobby moaned, his hips bucked up, and several huge jets of cum exploded from him. I opened my mouth, receiving the first one, while the next ones hit my chin, cheek, and then draped over my hand as I continued to stroke him. I increased my speed, jerking him frantically and massaging his balls. I wanted every drop of his cum. When I was satisfied that he was temporarily empty, I put my mouth back over the head of his cock, sucking lightly and tasting the bitter-sweet-salty results of his orgasm. I felt Sherry’s hand in the back of my hair, grasping me lightly, and she came around to my side. She kissed me crazily, licking and slurping the rest of Bobby’s cum off my face. For the finale, she sucked each of my fingers into her mouth in turn, making sure they were completely clean of his spunk.



“Think you have a few more cumshots in you?” she asked me.



“Oh, definitely,” I told her. “I can cum at least three or four more times tonight”



“Yum…we’re gonna hold you to that,” she said, obviously excited at the prospect. “I want you to fuck me, but first, I want you to cum on Bobby. I wanna give you a reach-around and see you blow your load all over him and in his mouth. Then you won’t cum too fast while you’re inside me.” We stood up in front of Bobby. She crushed her hot little frame into my back and side. One hand cupped the underside of my ass, and the other took a firm hold on my tool. It wouldn’t be too long before I came, I was so turned on. She started off with deep, long strokes, working my entire length, and momentarily, I felt the added excitement of her middle finger slipping inside my ass. I’ve always loved anal play and the amazing feeling it gives while being stroked or sucked. It couldn’t have been but about three or four minutes before I felt my load of cum welling up inside me again. I told Bobby to get ready, and as Sherry jammed her finger deep inside my ass, I let loose with a long ropy stream of cum that landed right in Bobby’s mouth and down his chin. He leaned further forward and sucked me into his mouth while Sherry continued stroking me.



“I want you to fuck me, Joe,” said Sherry. “My pussy is aching to be filled with that big cock.” With that, she shimmied out of her skirt and her thong dropped to the floor. Sherry sat down on the sofa, delving a finger into the folds of her pussy. I was so turned on at the sight of her gorgeous body in the golden candlelight. Her nipples were the size of pencil erasers with her excitement, and her pussy was making a wet sloshing sound with her frenzied fingering. Those beautiful, muscular legs were spread out in front of me, beckoning me.



“First, I want to taste you,” I told Sherry as I knelt down to eat her out. She was sweet and tangy, and I loved the sights and sounds of her ecstasy. Her breathing got heavier, her chest heaved as she moaned in pleasure, and her hips began bucking against my face the closer she got toward orgasm.



I circled her clit with my tongue, and she started whimpering in her next major orgasm of the evening. I kept up the pressure to the little nub, while I inserted two fingers into her, searching for the g-spot in the top of her pussy. Apparently I hit it, because her whole body started spasming all over the couch. At the same time, my balls were now being sucked into Bobby’s mouth. I like them being treated somewhat roughly, and he was doing a good job of using his tongue.



“Come here,” Sherry said, pulling me up to her and kissing her pussy juices off my face. I felt a hand — I don’t know whether it was his or hers (I was still busy kissing Sherry), wrap itself around my cock and guide it to her waiting warmth. Like a velvet glove, she encased the length of my straining cock. I felt both her hands grab my ass and pull me deep into her. I sat still while I was buried balls-deep in her, savoring the feeling of her clinging to me. I started a deep, slow rhythm, pulling almost entirely out with each stroke, and sliding back in ever so slowly. “Fuck…me…now,” she growled. Her passion had turned animal, and those sexy damn legs locked themselves around my waist. I love the feel of a strong, feminine woman. At this sign of sexual abandon from her, I again pulled my shaft out all the way to the very tip. Slowly, slowly, slowly, until I heard a low growl from her throat again. I then slammed the length of my cock deep into her with force. It took her by surprise and she yelped. “Oh, fuck yesss! That’s what I need!” I repeated the whole process again, pulling out slowly, and plunging in ever deeper. I was bottoming out in her tight little cunt. After maybe 10 or 12 times of this treatment, she was practically begging me, so we developed a steady rhythm that was driving her wild. From time to time I felt Bobby’s hot breath on my ass and his tongue or his hands on my balls while I fucked his girlfriend mercilessly.



“I want Bobby to fuck you while you’re inside me,” she finally managed to say. “Think you can handle that?”



“I’ve never taken a cock before, but sounds like fun to me. Just go slowly please. The most I’ve ever had was my girlfriend’s toy in me.”



“Don’t worry — I’m not trying to hurt you. I want to do this more than just tonight.” I felt Bobby easing up behind me. He had gotten the bottle of lube and was putting a generous amount on my tight asshole. I felt a finger, and then two, working my sphincter as I sat still, my cock soaking in the wetness of Sherry’s depths. It felt damn good to have him manipulating me like this, and I was really excited to have him try this. I definitely enjoyed it when my ex-girlfriend had used her small dildo on me.



“Maybe you can fuck me sometime with a strapon,” I told Sherry on a whim.



“Mmm…Bobby loves when I do that to him. It’s such a turn-on to put him on his back and slide that big rubber fuck-toy into his ass while I stroke him.



“Damn! I’d love to see that!” I told her. If possible, I felt my cock getting harder at the attentions I was receiving from Bobby.



“You ready?” he asked. I nodded in reply, and felt the head of his cock poking gently at my back door. “It might be a little tight at first, but I’ll sit still and let you get used to it.” I felt a sharp stabbing pain for the briefest of seconds that made me suck in my breath. Then, true to his word, he sat still, allowing me to get used to the intrusion. I moved around a little bit, and told him it was okay to try a little more. I was definitely warming up to the sensation quickly. It was awesome to feel his slippery cock slide an inch at a time to fill me up, just as I was filling Sherry. Chalk another one up to new experiences.



After a bit of adjusting to the angles and the new feelings, the three of us began rocking, a little faster and deeper each time. Fucking-A, I was hooked with this! My mind was melting with the idea that I was doing this, and loving it. Words don’t describe the intensity of what I was feeling. I think we were all moaning and groaning at once. After a time, I don’t even know which one of us guys came first. Sherry must have had at least four or five orgasms, each one gripping my cock ever tighter. All I know is that I enjoyed the feeling of having Bobby’s hot cum pumped deep inside me. Who would have known?



We all moved upstairs to their bathroom, enjoying the break from the pumping and pounding. The shower was rejuvenating, and then we all collapsed onto their king-sized bed in a squeaky-clean tangle of limbs. This was definitely the start of a new era in my sexuality.



I hope you’ve enjoyed this experience. There is lots more to come, and I have some other stories in the works, as well. Please leave feedback – I would love to know what you think.



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Also, if you have suggestions for stories, I’d love to hear about those as well. Thanks…

Another Story, Just for you. (Well, not anymore.)



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Author’s Note: Though not posted in order, this is the last story I wrote for her. Unlike the other ones, this erotic story actually featured us. As before, I changed names around. I thought about taking out some of the kinkier/more personal shit, but I thought about it and I realized that raw, awkward, private crazy intimacy is part of what made this story so special for me. I suppose in all erotic fiction, the author is exposing some of their fantasies, and make themselves vulnerable by publishing them.



Again, nerdy LARP references abound. My apologies to those of you who don’t understand the context. Even more apologies to those of you who do.



~ Tendermindholes




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I smile at you over my iced Tuxedo- a mocha made from both white and milk chocolate. It was my drink of choice at the Naked Lounge, my favorite local cafe, and I was looking at my favorite person. I smiled, sipping my mocha- and the sweetness filled my throat. As I looked at you, my eyes also drank in your own mocha sweetness: the one who I loved talking to, who I loved being around, who filled my heart with even more joy.



“So, there Zajika and Harmony were, we went to the club. Sooooo… Zajika fed off some guy who was on E and she started tripping, right? Harmony found out what happened and tried to scoop me up…and so then Zajika dropped to the floor and rolled around on the floor in circles. People were staring at us and so we wouldn’t look weird, Harmony decided to get down on the floor and roll around with me. Oh my god Tim, we had like ten mortals doing that with us by the end of the scene. I think we hurt John’s soul when he ran that for us. It was so awesome!”



I laughed, imagining Zajika, with her blonde and orange foxy-hued hair right aside Harmony with her own cotton-candy do, just pinwheeling around on the dance floor of some club. Though I sometimes winced at some of the stuff you got into with as Zajika (like I had any room to talk when I played Theo), or just have to shake my head at the drama bombs you could lay with your character, your adventures as Zajika always cracked me the fuck up.



I reach out my hand to lightly stroke yours. You start a bit, then relax- I’ve grown to find your fidgets like the rest of you, quirky and adorable.



More and more, you were able to relax around me. Like I mentioned before, you could always be a bit jittery, and I accepted and was happy about where you were at. Enjoying the progress we’ve made, I smile and drink in your beauty. That smile of yours, with your small, yet sensually full lipped and expressive mouth with those lips I loved to kiss, I looked at your skin- it was almost August and it was now so dark from the sun. You’re beautiful at any shade, your skin a nice, smooth milk-chocolate complexion, I loved the way the light would sparkle off your lip piercing, and the way your black, wavy hair fell from from your brow, it is long enough to frame your all of your shoulders now.



“What?” You say, looking around a bit nervously,”Tim, you’re staring again.”



I smile,”I can’t get over how beautiful you are.”



You scoff, almost hiding a blush under your mocha colored skin,”You say that every time, you dork.”



I smiled at her,”I mean that every time.”



You inhale and sigh happy, looking down a bit,”Really…you really mean that?”



I loved making up new expressions every time you ask this question, and you do too,



“Does Petie make baby powder look like blush?”



“Is Theo Jealous?” You smile impishly- and then look down a bit nervously. It wasn’t nearly the touchy subject it had been for a few weeks ago, but still…



“Of Archon Casper?” I smirked, pouring on the facetiousness, laughter in my eyes.



Your laughter is abrupt, bubbling forth from your beautiful mouth. I loved that sound. You have such a open laugh. “Just because he asked me out to New Orleans…”



“…and Zajika is a racist for not hanging out in poo-water.” I finish.



“Fucking Theo…” You say, rolling your eyes in mock irritation.



“I know…that Zajika is a kinky bitch for it.” You look around nervously and look down shyly, the conversation would be utterly, deliciously random- and all ours, if we weren’t boxed in by hipsters.



“…Yeah.” You happily confess,”Theo likes it too, right?”



“Theo is confused and pissy about everything…but the guy in the driver’s seat absolutely adores our scenes.”



“We are so going to dance together Tim- even if it means we just sway.”



I nod, and look forward to that moment.



I sip my drink, and I get whipped cream in my mustache, you smile mischievously, taking your finger and give me that “Hey there stud”, look, and start to lick it off your finger, and press it between your full, violet lips.



Smiling, a smile creeping across my face,”I love my mocha.”



You look at me with those big, beautiful brown eyes of yours, those eyes that have become such a part of my world, and in that playful flirty tones of yours you tell me,”I know you do.”



About to say something, your eyes widen as you see a squirrel running across the fence.



I love that look you get when you’re distracted by “The Cute”, so wide and open and honest. Wonderfully childlike on what is obviously a woman. You never have lost that sense of wonder, of play.



I remember when we were at that buffet I showed you, and we saw that cute little Asian kid, the one who couldn’t have been more than 3 or 4, and you waved, and pointed him out to me. I waved too, and I smiled at him as he waved back. I’m building up a stockpile of moments like that with you in my mind, adding yet another gem to the treasure chest of the wealth of love I have for you.



I love how you are with children, a natural- and I greatly look forward to seeing you with ours someday.



I’m so busy watching you, I don’t realize how quickly I finished my coffee. Your fruit drink is almost half-full and I watch you absent absentmindedly play with the straw.



“I’m hungry!” You say abruptly. Your mind often dances from spot to spot- only when you’re sad, angry or stoned does it stay in one place for long. It’s a nice contrast to the way mine worked. I tended to dwell, or overly focus on what I was working on.



“For what?” I ask, I already know what you want, but I liked asking you to see the enthusiasm in your response.



“BUFFET!” You exclaim, your expressive brown eyes wide and animated, people stared, perturbed for some reason by your exuberance.



“Do you want the rest of your drink Luba?” I ask.



“I dunno…” You look at me again.”…buffet.”



“It has pineapple in it Luba.” I remind you very solemnly. I know how much you loved pineapples,” And it’s hot- this is nice and cold”



“Yes!” You look at me,” Then Buffet?”



“Yeah- let me get something to take it with us…” You whine plaintively, as I pull it away you grab my wrist, spilling a bit of it, and you suck the straw. I stand there patiently, and you smile that innocent, yet wicked little smile of yours and you lick some of the little drops that have fallen onto the little web of flesh where my thumb meets my forefinger.



You can see my own flush and you grin.



“Baby Octopi Timmah?” Your eyes looking at me full of hope.



“Let’s go!” I proclaim, “Could you hand me my backpack Mija?”



You grab it by it’s handle, the weight almost causes you to fall over.



“How can you even lift this?!?!” You ask almost almost accusingly.



I chuckle, reaching out to take it from you with one hand, easily shrugging it onto my shoulders, and I chuckle “Because I have to, I guess.”



“What do you have in there, rocks?” I let you walk in front of me and get the gate- just as much, if not more me wanting to watch your ass and hips swaying than politeness, you look back at me, catch me staring, you look back over your shoulder giving me a “naughty boy” look- driving the point home by swaying your ass a bit more.



My eyes leave the fullness of your ass, to go back to your eyes and I laugh,” Heavier- books. That, and my flute, snacks for school, supplies, a few reading books- stuff like that. I can run with it, so it’s not too much.”



You shake your head at me like I’m crazy, but I can tell you like it.



It’s later now, the sun is starting to set and it’s cooling off. Summer evenings in Sacramento are wonderful cool and aside from the occasional offending dumpster, they smell sweet of blooming flowers and trees.



The coffee shop is on Fifteenth and Q, not very far from restaurant, only nine blocks or so.



We walk, leaning against me, our hands brushing against each other as we walked, you’ll look at me and smile, then look away bashfully, I’ll look at you and smile in return.



It’s a nice night, and the iced drinks were a good refreshment. I had picked you up from the Amtrak station- it was your day off, but you had some things to do with your friend Peach earlier in the day. It wasn’t bad timing for me, because I had school that day. However, neither of us had eaten and we were both hungry.



We’re walking, leisurely. The buffet will be there, and though we’re hungry- both of us have had such busy weeks that it’s nice to just relax a bit…Though just being near you, being able to smell your scent you has me hard as a rock. I’ve done my best to hide it, to focus on the conversation.



“I’ve almost finished inking that comic.” You let me know, pride on your face.



Waiting for the cross walk to turn green, I turn to you, nudging you along gently, “Oh?”



“Yeah, I’m so excited.”



“I am too. Do all of us get a copy?” I ask.



“No, I’m gonna post it on the net, but you can look at mine!” Your eyes search mine for signs of approval.



“Right on, the price of publishing is prohibitive these days.” I smile…,”Petie, Peach, Kevin, Norman and me in a comic book, we’re gonna be immortal because of you!”



“Well, when I can I will..” You stop abruptly”Oh hey, what’s that?”



“What? Oh down there, just a place in between two houses.”, I ask, puzzled…you and your ADHD,” What did you see?”



“I swear I saw a baby bird hopping along…can we look Tim, please?”, Your eyes big and hopeful…and your grin big and shining.



It’s a rather long space, about 20 feet, that happens in Midtown sometimes, and the bushes in front obscured us from the road a bit.



“I don’t see anything…”



You kiss me full on the lips, your tongue searching my mouth, and your hand is on the front of my jeans.



“Is this for me Timmah?”, You ask, knowing full well it is.



I nod, my legs spread and I lean against the wall, we can hear people walking across the street, but they couldn’t see us.



“I have to taste you before dinner…I want you to shoot your load down my throat, I want your cum to mix with that tasty seafood…c’mon stud, let me suck your cock in this alley.” I was helpless before your onslaught of pure, deviant kink.



You squat down, fishing out my cock from my pants as you look up at me with that wonderfully sexy, naughty way of yours.



You start to suck on the head and I moan, your big brown eyes looking up at me. Expertly, you swirl your tongue around the eye and tip of my hardness, your hands gripping my ass through my jeans.



I have to cover my hand with my mouth to keep from moaning and giving us away…it’s part of the thrill. The taste and inherent danger of getting caught is turning you on too, I can smell your arousal, see it in your eyes and in the flush on your mocha skin.



The hot wet sucking heat of your mouth is bliss, and I can feel myself throbbing and thick.



My knees start to shake, and I grip the wall of the alley with the hand not trying to conceal my moans, and you relentlessly increase the pressure and speed, trying to milk a fat load from me.



I can see that you enjoy how incredibly much you turn me on without trying, and I can see the little jerks of your hips as you rub yourself through your jeans.



It’s too much…I can’t…hold it in much longer.



Sensing the closeness of my orgasm, you jam your mouth and throat down onto me, the tightness like a wet, velvet glove sucking the hot, churning load that is for you, and only for you.



You gag and choke a bit, and I’m biting my hand to keep from crying out- from giving us away as your long, delicate caramel throat drinks my essence down.



My eyes have rolled up into the back of my head, helpless before the sweet, soft lushness of your lips. You sit back on your haunches, inspecting your handiwork and though I can tell you are obviously aroused, you do not cum.



I can tell that you were close though, as your purple sexy tongue holds my load on it, and you display it for me, as if an offering for my approval, you swallow and gently suckle the remaining pearls of cum from my still oozing cock.



Shaky, you grab my hands and I pull you up. I can smell your arousal- so thick and sweet and spicy mixed in with the musky headiness of my own juices.



“Did you like that…Poooooppppppaa?”, You whisper into my hear breathily, my cock still twitching as you pull my boxers up, and carefully zip me closed giving it a pat.



“Yes Babygirl” I breathe into your ear,”What about you? Don’t you want me to make you cum?”



“Yes…” And you look into my eyes, your face flushed…”But later. That was just for you, and I wanted to taste you as we ate. Chicken balls and baby octopi?”



I nod before I kiss you softly, tasting myself on your lips.



“Spank me just once?”, You ask pleadingly,” You know how I LOOOVE how you spank me!”



My legs now stable enough to stand without the wall’s help, I grip you around the waist and give you two hard slaps on your ass, as you breathe into my shoulder, moaning and whimpering.



“Th…thank you.”, You say, your breath sweet and hot in my ear, the scent of your arousal thick and heady and tangy.



“Chinese Buffet?” I say, smiling…pulling you out of your dreamy state, causing your eyes to widen and you smile.



“YAY!”, Flushed, and excited, you lick your lips, savoring my taste and we walk out of the alley.



A pair of old hippies smirk at us knowingly, and you blush deep, and I smile- blushing a bit myself. They laugh as we walk away, one muttering to the other, “Lucky fucker, did you see the lips on her?”



I brush your hip with my hand and you do mine, you looking down shyly. I love how you can suck my cock and drink my cum in a strange alley, but you still get shy about things. It’s so fucking endearing- part of your everlasting charm.



We make it there, and the sun has almost set- it’s late, but fortunately we have enough time.



Ravenous, we pile on food- I go for my pot-stickers, baby octopi and mushrooms you go for chicken balls, pineapple and crab legs.



“God…I’ve been looking forward to coming back here for soooo long!”, You exclaim, trying to keep your mouth covered as you chew.



I smile at you, what a catch I had! A girl that would suck my dick in an alleyway, swallow my cum like it was ambrosia- but be embarrassed about me seeing her eat.



“I think about you every time I come back to this place. I’ve been coming back for years- but these times with you were so very special to me.



It was wonderful, we must have spent an hour just eating, talking, laughing.



They looked at us impatiently to leave, chattering irritably in Mandarin. I noticed, but I didn’t care- I’ve given them so much of my money over the years they could clean up around us.



The sun was completely down, and the walk back to my place went pretty quickly. Summer nights in Sacramento are where it’s at- bright and scorching and hot during the day, but the nights were balmy from the delta breeze came off from the river, and all the verdant bloom making everything smell of flowers. The night sky above us was a purplish haze- very few stars because of the brighter lights of Midtown.



You rub my shoulders as we walk. I’m rather sore- it’s been a long day. We turn every stoplight into an opportunity to just enjoy each other that much more.



Walking down that familiar home stretch, my heart is joyous despite my fatigue.



I take your bag from you, and throw it on my brown loveseat. The bed has been freshly made, linen washed and made up neatly, pillows are stacked for maximum comfort just so we could enjoy unmaking the bed. I ask if you’d like a glass of water.



“Yes please…” You say. It’s been a long hot day for both of us.



Grabbing ice and water, I hum to myself, and hear you settling in.



“Getting comfy?” I ask, amused as I make two ice waters for us in my small kitchen.



“Yep!” You chirp in response.



I come back to see you naked from the waist up, your breasts, large, full and beautiful. The bars through your nipples gleaming as you start rolling around on my bed getting your scent everywhere.



“Ninja Nakedness!”, You say, an impish grin on your beautiful features. It was a game we’d play when we were talking over webcam. One of us would go and get something to drink, and find the other naked as a jaybird. Kinky talk and mutual masturbation soon followed.



I swallow, holding the two cups full of water, my cock once again swelling in my jeans.



I hand you one and sit down on the unoccupied part of my love seat, unlacing my faded, but still solid Doc Marten’s and you sip heartily, making delighted little smacking sounds with those full, lush lips of yours.



“You’ve added more posters and stuff I see.” You observe as you look around. I smile as I take off my socks and drink in your beauty, as you stretch languidly,” Yeah. I want to fill my place full of color and beauty- it’s small, so I want there to be things I enjoy looking at.”



“Well, you’ve got a naked mocha-skinned woman in your bed.” You say, with a smile.”How is that for a room full of color and beauty?”



I grin,”I think it’s a damned good start!”



I pull off my shoes and join you.



“That’s all?”, You ask, looking almost offended.



“All what?” I say, confused taking another sip of water.



“I’m sitting here topless and all you can do is take off your shoes?” Your hands go to your full hips, and the little bars in your licorice colored nipples stare me in the face.



“What would be fair?” I ask, like it’s some kind of business negotiation.



“Shirt too, mister!”, You demand, your jaw set resolutely.



“This shirt?” I say, pulling it off slowly.



“You tease.”



“I learn from the best.” I retort, looking at you knowingly.



“Ooh, look at you all studly. You look so good!”



“Thank you Mija.”



You wolf-whistle then snuggle close to me, and I revel in the feel of your hot, naked flesh, the sweet spicy scent of you and we lay together and I put on South Park, your lay down. Your full breasts were so beautiful and succulent- the nipples chocolate chips I just wanted to suck, nibble, chew and bite on. Soon, very soon… However, they had healed to the point where they weren’t so tender, and didn’t need constant support- and you didn’t need to clean them as often. I was a fan- considering you could now have them out of your bra for longer.



Relaxing, we laugh and nuzzle each other to the episode where Butters becomes a vampire, laughing over lines we’ve heard a half-dozen times before.



You lean into me, your body soft and lush against mine, “Remember when I sucked your cock today…Poppppaaaaa?”



I look down at you, the big beautiful brown pools of your eyes shining with lust.



I answer, “Yes Babygirl.”



“Was I good to you Poppa?”



“Yes Babygirl, you were very good to me. You always are.”



“Would you…spank me?”



My cock got hard instantly at those words. I had already cum today, but I was at a state of half-arousal- just being near you. Being close to you always does that to me.



I sit up a bit on the bed, and say, “Get on my lap please.”



Sinuously, like a cat, you get up on all fours, and crawl over to my lap,



“What do we say when we ant someone to do something for you, Zajika?”

“We say please?” Your eyes alight with mirth and lust at this game.



“So…what do you need to say if you need Poppa to spank that full, juicy ass of yours?” I ask, as if I were talking to a child.



“Poppa….would you pleeeease spank my ass?” You plead.



“Of course, Honey.” I respond, like I just conceded to a raise in allowance.



I take my hand and slap down sharply on your jean covered ass and you moan and inhale sharply.



I start to alternate, and you grip my legs, clawing and moaning like a bitch in heat.



“I want you to pull your pants down for Poppa, so I can make sure that ass of yours is nice and red!”



You look down, blushing and horny and excited. “Of course, Poppa.”



Raising your ass like you were presenting, with that special flourish of yours- you unzip your jeans, and just roll them over yourself, playing with the cleavage of your bottom.



“Panties too Daddy?” You ask, as wide eyed and innocent as you can- like some kind of sexy little doe.



“Yes Babygirl.”



My hand is warm from your ass already, and seeing it nude in front of me, light mocha brown- your pussy is already dripping wet onto me, and I can see the little rosebud of your asshole, already throbbing and twitching.



SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Four strikes in rapid succession, each on one bottom, I’m really wailing on you now, and you’re moaning and writhing and twitching.



“Is that good Babygirl.”



“Yes Poppa…I feel so filthy and nice.”



I chuckle, this is your indicator you want to start playing more rough.



I slap again, right on your asshole, and you cry out, the paper thin walls presenting a lovely audio show to any who would overhear.



“Ooooooaaoooh!” You moans turning into a hoarse scream.



I slap your ass twice, then your asshole again and I can see it twitch and wet, you’re grinding yourself against me, my jeans wet with your fragrant musk.



I start to swirl my finger around your asshole.



“Are you a good little whore for Poppa?” My voice heavy and thick with my own lust.



Wet and twitching and moaning, the dirty talk puts your already sex-frenzied mind into overdrive.



“Yes.” You respond breathily.



“Yes what?”, I ask, my voice stern.



“I’m such a good little whore for you.” You shudder as you say the word “whore”, you loved that part of the game, I loved it too.



“That’s a good little girl-slut. Now, face that whorish, red, wanton little ass towards me.”



“Okay Poppa.”, You say meekly, licking your lips in anticipation.



I grab your hips, pulling you into me and I start to lap at your cunt and use my thumb to play with your asshole.



You moan and shriek as I grip your ass with my fingers, making them squeeze out like dough.



I stop before you climax and bite your ass cheeks and inner thighs, sucking one cheek into my mouth, getting it wet with my tongue…you squeal and writhe and moan against me, grabbing your hips, I pull you into my face, my beard already wet with my spit, and the heady ambrosia of your cunt.



I look at that fuckable asshole of yours, and I know I just have to eat it.



I start to flick it with my tongue and start to lick and swirl it around. You grip my ankles, bracing yourself, pushing yourself towards me.



“oooooohhooohoohooohhhohh….GAWD!”, You moan, your cry rocking the walls around us, uncaring of who hears.



I probe more and more, digging my tongue in between the protective hold of your cheeks, piercing your rosebud. This was called the “Dark Kiss” and I loved it- almost as much as you did. You moan even more as I wriggled my tongue into your asshole, and you buck against me.



In my pants, imprisoned by my boxers my cock is hard as a rock, throbbing and wet, twitching in response to the spasms of your asshole around my tongue. I continue my assault, pushing the broad flat textured muscle deep into your ass as it could go and I moan into you, my my bearded chin tickling and teasing your swollen, slick cunt.



I dug in as deep as I could go, holding you, my broad nose exhaling hot air and inhaling your deeply spicy scent in exchange…you shudder against me as I stop, giving your ass little love nibbles.



“God. That was so good Tim!”, You pant, gripping my leg like it was a tired swimmer grips a buoy.



“I liked it too.”, I smile as you look back at me, my mouth and beard slick with the juices of your twat and asshole, and my own saliva.



“I want to please you Poppa, like a whore. Can I be a good little whore for you Tim?”



My cock bobbed within my jeans.



“I’ll do annnnnyyything you want, just ask!” dropping to your knees on the bed in front of me, your pants still down around your ankles, “Just treat me like a good little whore should be treated- I want to be so good for you.”



“Okay. I want you take your pants off, all the way. Do that for me right now.”



“Okay Poppa.” You do this slowly, bringing them back up just so I can watch you take them off, sliding them off and throwing them beside the bed. We wouldn’t need those until morning.



“Now what Poppa? I want to do annnyything for you, just let me, please?”



“I want my filthy little whore to take my pants down, so you can smell and see and touch and taste me.”



Looking like a little girl about to get a treat at the faire, you undo my belt dutifully, taking down my pants and I can see your pussy juice has made your thighs slick, beautiful dark and wet. You start to nibble and suck my already hard cock through my boxers, making me moan.



“Now, be a good little slut and lick my asshole.”



“Yes Poppa,”, You say dutifully, kneeling on my bed.” I’ll eat your ass so good for you, I love doing that, so rich and musky, knowing that I can please you.”



You take my drawers off, and kneel into me, gripping around my thighs and parting my ass cheeks with your thumbs.



Before you dive in you look at me and say, your face flushed, “Can I start now please Daddy? Can I lick your asshole?”



“Yes Babygirl. Eat my ass like the good little asswhore you are.”



Shuddering against me- the degrading talk and nasty acts you are being ordered to do turn you on even more. You lean in, and your tongue is heaven, wet and sinuous and you bury your face into me, my balls resting on your face and I can feel you flick your tongue against me, and I twitch…my hard cock bobs against your forehead.



“Keep it up girl. I’m gonna fuck you so good, I’m gonna fuck my asslicking little whore so good.”



Moaning, you start to swirl around, until you finally probe into me, I moan and grip your hair.



You lick and lick…and my cock bobs oozes cum, and I love it… I grip your hair and just pull you into me, and you moan submissively into my ass, your tongue as far as it can go, my eyes roaming your body, drinking in it’s lush, voluptuous fullness.



I wanted you so bad, we were both rutting.



“Stop now, my little whore has eaten ass well, you did so good for Daddy!”



You pull out, breathing heavily- glowing at my words of approval, pulling out your tongue, but not before you give my asshole a little goodbye kiss.



My cock is hard, throbbing, jutting towards you and you look at it.



“Please, can I just taste it again.” You say, looking hungrily at my cock.



“Yes, get it nice and wet so I can fuck your hole.”



“Yes Poppa, I’ll suck your cock like a good little whore, I’ll be the best whore for you ever!”



Licking around the tip, you squeal in joy as you sip the running tide of per-cum.



“Yummy!” You exclaim like you’re enjoying an ice-cream cone.



Nibbling and sucking my balls and licking up the shaft you slurp on my cock.



“Put a finger up my asshole Babygirl.”



You nod and do so, god, it feels so good…I love how slutty you were, how filthy and nasty you were willing to get.



Fucking in and out, your finger finds my prostate, causing little electric shudders.



“Play with your cunt for me Babygirl…but no cumming until I do. Flick your nipple if you understand.”



Moaning submissively around my cock, which you’ve deep-throated, you flick your nipple, shivering in pleasure-pain. Your hand snakes down to your dripping snatch, soaking my sheets in your scent.



It’s good, so very, very good. I can feel the tide rise in me…but I didn’t want to waste that cum in your mouth- I had better plans for it.



Moaning and fingering yourself you plunge your mouth onto my hardness again and again. I take your head in my large hands and just use you roughly- your mouth just another cunt or asshole for my pleasure as you gag and tears stream from your mouth.



“You can pull your finger from my ass…but don’t even fucking think of wiping it off on my clean sheets…spank your ass if you understand!” I did this so you wouldn’t cum, giving you just enough of a shock to hold back, because I can sense your own orgasm was imminent.



I slap your already red, stinging ass as I roughly impale you on my cock, making you gag and spit and choke, your face red in exquisite agony and pleasure as your tears soak into my thighs.



I pull your mouth off of my cock with a wet little pop.



After you get a chance to breathe, you look at me all submissive and vulnerable.



“I want you to suck my ass off your finger like the good little asswhore you are, and thank Daddy for the privilege.”



You look me in the eyes, making a show of sucking your finger deep into your mouth, moaning at the bitter, musky taste, bucking your hips slightly.



“Thank you Daddy for letting me suck you off of my finger! I’m so honored I can serve you, be so good to you!”



“I’m going to fuck you now, like a bitch in heat, would you like that?”



“Yes Poppa, sooooooo much!”



You present to me, putting your ass in the air.



I can see your cunt, slick and swollen and ready, musk- you are primed.



“Oh, I’ll be such a good little whore for you Daddy, use my holes, any fucking one you want…please? Use me so rough!”



I climb behind you, gripping your hips and I shove my hard rod into your asshole, and you moan and screech as I drive myself in, insistent yet achingly slow.



“What a good little whore you are for me. I want to breed you like a bitch. Wouldn’t that be nice?”



“Yes Daddy…I’ll be a good little bitch for you!”



You moan and cry and I reach and roughly pull your hair.



“Don’t even fucking think of coming. Whose bitch are you?”



“You Poppa…I’m your bitch.”



“You remember that story when Theo had Zajika fuck a doggy? Are you my little doggy fucker right now.”



I can feel your asshole twitch around me.



“Yesssss Popppppaaa!”



“You’re a filthy little fucking slut, a cum-rag who loves being used and degraded.”



“Yes Poppa.”



“Bark like the bitch you are for me Babygirl.”



“RUFF! RUFFF….YIP…RUFF!” You cry and moan into my bed.



I shove into your roughly…



“I want to change you, modify you, make you my little bitch slave. Make you lactate, turn you into my little breeding cow. Would you like that?”



“Yes Poppa, I want you to use and touch and taste every part of me. Every part of me belongs to…you!” You shake on the last one, because I fucked into your ass with force, making you shiver and moan.



“You’re almost healed, almost ready for your Poppa to turn you into his little milking breedcow.”



“Yes Poppppaaaa!”



“Would you like that Babygirl?” I ask, knowing you would, gripping your ass as I fuck it.



“Yes po…God…so hard to talk…”



“Say it, I want to hear you fucking say you’ll be my little milk cow breeding bitch as I fuck your ass.”



“Yes…I’ll be your milk cow breeding bitch.”



“I’m going to tie you up, so helpless, binding your tits as I suck and suck, attaching a machine, making you take pills that make you leak. Your tits will swell and swell…”



I stop and rest my hard cock still inside you, you mewl and whimper, grinding into me.



“Yes…God, transform me, make me into what you want. God, I love it…so filthy…”



“I’m going to make you mine, brand you, make your constantly wet and dripping. Don’t fuck back, just sit there, with my cock in your ass, stretching you out thinking of what I’m going to do to you, make you do, make you be.”



“Yes Poppa…I’ll be such a good little breeding whore for you, such a little fucking cow…I’ll let you milk me and use me and fuck me any time you want.”



“Whose Whorebitch are you?”



You whine and whimper at the torture of having to stay inside of me.



“Yours’ Poppa…God…I need it so bad.”



“What do you need, what does my filthy little breeding milk cow whore of a Babygirl need?”



“Your cock…to be used by you…owned by you.”



I pull out and you whimper, your ass hungry and trying to pull me back in.



“Please Poppa, you can milk me, change me into whatever you want, use me…tie me up…anything, I need your cock SOOO MUCH!.”



I roughly pick you up and throw you on your back.



“You’re under me, right where you belong, isn’t that right you filthy whore?”



“Yes Poppa, you own me, all of my holes, everything. You know what’s best.”



“Damn fucking right I do!”



Your cunt is spread open and dripping, your asshole still spasming, gaping and wet as you hump down and grinding as you try to fuck a cock in your ass that is no longer there.



“Please Daddy, fuck my cunt, fuck my cervix…breed me, knock me up, make me your little cow, dripping with milk for you!”



At your words, my cock twitches…still slick with the juices of your ass.



“Anytime, even on your period, when you’re cramped and emotional and vulnerable and weak?” I ask, I love this part of it, a mix of kink, lust and devotion.



“Yes Poppa. I’d let you fuck me then, nice and slick…you can see my blood on your cock, your own little piece of fuck meat.”



I lean over you, and start to bite and suck your neck and your nails go into my back…”Oooooh, Daddy, god, that hurts so good!”



I growl into you, biting hard enough to draw blood and I suck at it, and you scratch into my back and head, the stinging only driving me on.



I whisper into your ear, “You’re such a filthy little whore, my cumrag…I want to use your whorish cunt so good, I know you feel worthless sometimes, but I know that your worth is in your servitude, your natural submissive nature.”



“Yes Poppa…I was born to be your whore, your breedwhore.” You grind your hips up at my throbbing cock, and I know that it’s inside your heat, dripping pre-cum already,”Knock me up, make me yours…just cum in me, and let me stay.”



I enter you, you’re so wet and hot and tight and good and you moan squeal into my ear, sucking at the jewelry, working the lobe over with your tongue, your fingers rubbing and scratching into my head.



I fuck into you, steady, hard strokes and you moan and writhe beneath me.



“Fuck me Poppa” you whisper into my ear breathily,”I’d let you do anything to me you wanted, mark me up, make me milk, ink me up, brand me. You’d own me, everyone would know it- just for you.”



I groan and fuck into you harder, God, I was…this was so good.



“You’ll knock me up, and I’ll be so swollen and delicate. Unable to resist, not wanting to resist you just having your way with me, our baby growing in my womb. Just like my friend, I’d look so pretty and radiant and happy and wonderful. We could have a birth at home, the old way, a water birth. I’d be your very own natural little whore just for you Daddy, make children for you as I stay at home raising your children, our children- they’d have such a kinky little mommy…God…I can feel it…so close”



I fuck you, fuck into you…and faster and faster.



“Let go…just let go…please breed my cunt, fill me up until it spills out, I’ll let you see it just drip down my leg. Show you what a good, obedient woman I am- willing to do anything to please her man.”



I look at you, tenderly now and you notice the change and tremble. Still pumping, I hold you gently, lovingly…



“God, I love it Tim, so sweet, you’re so won-Ahhh-wonderful to me.”



I am making love to you now, the kink that built up the flame now ready to turn into a wonderful, healing simmer. I was not just fucking you, but making love to the woman I want to spend the rest of my days with, to help with her burdens, to take care of her as she would take care of me. My beautiful, wonderful, creative, kind, sexy woman- kinky as fuck, and just as adventurous as I. My ideal woman- strong and smart enough to think for herself, compassionate and loving enough to care for me when I needed it, but also vulnerable and soft enough to need my strength.



“Please Tim, let go, just let go inside me. I want to feel it, it’s so good, thick and throbbing…you’re so close, please…for me, just let go inside of me.”



You moan hotly into my ear and scratch at my nipple, lightly pinching as I cover your body…



“That’s it…let me make you feel so goood. I love you so much Tim, I want to be yours and yours only…so good.”



I press my face into yours, and breathe, “Oh Luba, you’re so good to me, you’re the only one I want…this is all for you, I only want to be with you.



“Yes Tim, I want that too, only yours, yours forever, you’re so wonderful…please Tim, come for me, nice and gentle…”



You lick and suck my earlobe tenderly, giving me little kisses as I fuck into you, you spasming with joy with each thrust, and you look into my eyes with love and devotion and understanding.



I cry out, letting lose into you, my seed, that seed that someday would make children for us, that is a sign of my love, for you and only for you.



“Aaaah Tim…God…so good…I love you so much Unnnnnnnn!” You cum around my cock…your groan turning into inarticulate cries and begging



I hold you tight, still thrusting, and your orgasm.



“That’s it Luba, just enjoy yourself…god, I love you so much…I want only the best for you, just ride it, ride it…enjoy it.”



I shoot into you deeply, your legs lock around me and we stay like that, possessing each other in ways that only those who are deeply in love can.



I kiss you tenderly, your lips soft and sweet and you kiss me back, crying in joy and release and bliss.



“I’ve got you Babygirl. I’m never going anywhere, I’ll be here with you and for you forever.”



“Oh God Tim…”you bury your head into my shoulder crying as the strain becomes too much, and you can’t help but wet yourself on my covers. You shudder and hold onto me and I coo and stroke your hair.



“God, I love you so much.”You finally say, recovering from the sopping, draining climax,” Am I really your only, your best?”



I kiss you deep, as you cling to me like a drowning woman.



Gently disengaging from your lips, I look deep into your eyes. My intense blue boring deeply into those of soft, sensuous, vulnerable brown.



“Yes Luba, forever- you’re my only. I love you, and I want only you…”



I pull from you with a slick wet sound, and I can see my cum dripping from you…marking you with my scent, as my own, just as you’ve marked me.



“Was I good to you, Poppa?”



“Yes Babygirl.”



I gently pull you into me, throwing the covers off, and pulling out another large blanket.



Leaning over, I pull out a little thermos and a bowl. and you stare at me, and some clean towels. Saltwater for your nipples, and I lovingly clean you, carefully- appreciation at my tenderness fills your eyes and you take one of your small brown hands and cup my face.



“Am I doing this okay?”



“Ye-yeah. You’re so gentle.”



“I’m glad you’ve healed enough to let me do this.”



“This is so sweet Tim…thank you.”



You stare at me, adoration and love in your eyes, then you look away embarassed.



“What Mija, what’s the matter.”



“I’m sorry about your covers.”



I chuckle softly…”Trust me Mija, it was worth it- saturated with your scent- perfect and lovely.”



“You mean that?”



“With all my heart.” I open my arms, inviting you into my embrace.



Breaking down from the intensity of the moment, you cry into my chest and I just hold you and cradle you protectively never wanting this to end.

The characters in this story are based on real people but their names have been change. ALTHOUGH they are based on real people NONE OF THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED! EVER!!!



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“What do you mean us?!” Dylan shouts.



“Come on. I’ll explain on the way down” Sam says blushing. Dylan walks towards the lower field with Sam explaining how they were volunteered by Rachel. Dylan’s mind races as he thinks of kissing Sam, the boy he has had sexual fantasies about.



-Dylan’s thoughts: what if I can control myself? What if he thinks I’m a total freak after?-



~Sam’s thoughts: oh my god! I’m going to kiss Dylan! I wonder if he thinks this is weird or gross~



they walk down the bleachers to the track mat that’s been left out for the season with everyone lying on the mat.



“Our boys are here, since all the other males are to pussy to do it!” Rachel hollers using air quotes around males. She gets off the mat, her hair full of static, and walks over to Dylan and Sam. “Ok boys here’s the rules: it has to be a real kiss not a peck. You can go for as long as you want but you have to go at least 15 seconds. You can go as far as you want, don’t mind us.”



“Why were we volunteered, Rachel??” Dylan shouts at her as he towers over her 5 foot 6 inch frame.



“I’ll answer that when you finish, dear Dylan.” She says knowingly as she takes Dylan’s wrist and turns him to Sam. “Now you two can stand up and kiss or lay down in the middle of the mat. Your choice.” She lets go of Dylan and he looks to Sam to decide.



“Come on boys!” Adrie shouts at them, recording with her phone.



Sam looks into Dylan’s deep hazel eyes and knows how badly he wants to kiss the naturally tanned boy.



~he’s so cute! And I get to kiss him! ~



-what the hell is she thinking?! I don’t know if I can hold back-



Dylan walks over to Sam and puts his hands on Sam’s pale cheeks that began to flush into a cute pink color at the touch. Dylan leans in and touches his lips to Sam’s lips softly but it was electric to them. Both their dicks start to harden as their bodies draw closer together. Dylan starts to make out more passionately with Sam. He pulls Sam closer to him making a lot of girls squeal in joy and guys retch. As Sam opens his mouth to let Dylan slip his tongue into his mouth, one of the guys start calling out “15 seconds are up faggots”



“They are more confident in their manhood’s than you pussies!” Rachel yells at the guys, “They can go as long as they want to!”



-damn it! I don’t want to stop-



~no I want to keep kissing him~



Dylan, reluctant to let go of the moment, pulls back and lets go of Sam. Dylan then whips around and glares at Rachel.



“Now you owe me an explanation.”



“Alright follow me.” Rachael says calmly and starts walking to the end of the track. Dylan follows her glaring at her back.



“Ok explain why you volunteered us to kiss?”



“‘Cause I know you like him.”



“What!? I do not like Sam! He’s a guy!”



“So? You still like him. I’ve seen the way you look at him.” She says licking her lips. “I’ve seen the way he looks back at you.”



“H-he looks at me?” Dylan asks hopefully.



“Like a school girl with a crush on her teacher. He likes you a lot but doesn’t think you like him.”



“But I love him….”



“Don’t tell me that. Tell him.”



She starts walking back to the mat and Dylan slowly follows behind her. When they reach the mat she starts conducting the game of truth or dare and Dylan sits down cross from Sam. Dylan stares at the pale skinny boy who is still slightly flushed.



*Dylan’s*Daydream*



Sam is sitting in an empty class room waiting for Dylan after early morning classes ended. Sam’s brown hair falling into his pale face as Dylan walks in.



“I’m sorry I’m late baby,” Dylan walks over to Sam and hugs him, kissing him deeply.



“It’s ok sexy. I just got here a little bit ago.”



“Why did you want to talk?” Dylan asks worried.



“Not so much talk as do,” Sam whispers to Dylan, sending chills up and down Dylan’s spine. Dylan wraps his arms around Sam’s waist.



“What do you mean?”



“I want you to take me right here right now.”



Dylan looks deeply into Sam’s icy blue eyes looking for any hint of a joke, upon finding none he kisses his lover and runs his hands all over Sam’s body, squeezing his firm round ass.



“What do you want to do?” Dylan asks undoing Sam’s jeans. Sam pulls himself up to Dylan’s ear and nibbles on the lobe making Dylan shiver. Sam’s hands make their way to Dylan’s jeans and pull them off. Dylan lifts Sam onto a desk after taking his pants off.



“Take me so I can have your baby” Sam says as he kisses Dylan, taking Dylan’s thick rod into his hands and starts to jack him. Dylan pulls away Sam’s hands and gets on his knees. Dylan slings his loves pale legs over his shoulder exposing the little pink bud.



Dylan runs his hands under Sam’s round ass lifting his tight hole up to his waiting wet mouth. Dylan’s eager tongue worked around the sensitive hole making Sam moan and run his slim hands through Dylan’s shaggy brown hair. Dylan works his tongue into Sam and works it in and out fucking his love with his tongue. Once Sam’s hole is loosened up and gets down on the floor and takes Dylan’s dick into his hand. He guides the large head into his mouth and runs his hands down to the low slung balls. Dylan moans as Sam bobs his head up and down onto the thick dick of his lover.



“You’re so sexy,” Dylan moans as Sam starts to deep throat the long thick dick. Dylan thrusts up to meet Sam half way. Once Dylan’s dick is covered in his saliva, Sam gets up and leans over the desk showing his well licked hole.



“Dylan, take me nice and deep”



Dylan walks up and grabs Sam’s hips and puts his steel hard rod to the nice tight hole and pushes so it spreads around his head.



“God you’re so tight!”



Dylan starts to push in and pull out making Sam moan and clutch the desk. As Dylan pushes his cock all the way into Sam’s warm asshole he moves his hands up to Sam’s chest playing with his stiff nipples. Sam starts to moves his hips to make Dylan fuck his tight ass.



“Dylan, your dick feels so wonderful in my ass!” Sam moans as his ass is fucked by another boy. Dylan starts to pound into Sam harder and faster.



“Dylan, I’m gonna cum!” Sam shouts as he feels his balls tighten. At this Dylan goes wild and fucks Sam trying to get the tall slender boy to cum.



“I’m c-c-c-cumming!” Sam stutters out as his white sticky load lands on the desk below him. When he comes down from his high he feels a warm sensation in his well fucked hole as he realizes his love had planted his seed in him. As Dylan pulls out Sam reaches into his bag and pulls out a pair of frilly girl panties in a light purple color and pulls them up over his ass and dick.



“You’re going to wear those panties for me?”



“How else am I going to keep your seed with me longer?” Sam says blushing as he feels the warmth already starting to leak out into the panties. Dylan hugs the boy putting his chin on the top of his head.



“You can have it whenever you want, baby,” Dylan says as he runs his hands over Sam’s ass. Sam blushes as he feels the wet spot form in the panties. The boys get dressed and leave for first hour with a kiss.



***



Dylan watches as Sam motor boats one of the girls then realizes he is sporting a nice boner. When most everyone leaves, just Dylan and Sam sit on the mat.



“I liked kissing you,” Sam says looking away blushing.

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