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This is my first attempt at a story and I hope you like it.





I pick you up at 8 as agreed. You wear the new lemon summer dress, the one with the elasticized bodice which accentuated the curve of your breasts.



You smile at me, lean forward and kiss me. “I’m wearing no underwear as you requested you whisper.” My cock pulsed at the thought and I kiss you deeply, slipping my tongue over your teeth and deep into your mouth.



It’s a lovely hot summers evening and we decide to take a shortcut to the restaurant, cutting through the park.



The park is full of people also enjoying the evening, friends and lovers fill the seats, whilst runners and cyclists the paths. There is a party atmosphere as we walk hand in hand, kissing along the way. I can barely keep my hands of you!



The restaurant isn’t busy and we get a window table. As we approach the table, a guy stands and leaves the next table, leaving a woman behind. We sit, you with your back to back with the woman and we order a couple of cold beers and examine the menu.



I lean forward and tell you how beautiful you look and that the thought of you wearing no underwear was making me as horny as fuck. “I want to eat your pussy” I whisper, “take you in the park and fuck you.”



I pause as the drinks arrive and as we take a sip, I notice that the woman behind you appears to be a little closer, sitting more upright. She has long red hair which she wears loose.



I look deep into your brown eyes, “I am going to take you in the park, a little way back of the main track, but not too far. We will find a tall tree and I will ask you to lean against it with your hands high up the trunk so that you lean forward, your long legs spread apart. I will then slip the top of your dress down to expose your firm breasts to the warm evening air.”



There is a gasp from the woman behind you and she adjusts herself in the chair to cover it up. Her actions bring a new dimension to our conversation and my cock is rock hard as I continue, “I’m going to place my fingers in your mouth so you can suck them, licking between them. I will then play with your nipples, letting your saliva wet them, making them sensitive to the evening air. Twisting them and squeezing your breasts. I am going to suck on them, making you moan out loud; but you have a dilemma, there are people all around us, so how loud can you be? I will run my hand up the back of your dress, caressing your legs and breasts at the same time, raising your skirt and exposing your naked pussy to the air.”



There is a moan from the woman behind you and this time she makes no attempt to cover it. I search the half empty restaurant but no one else seems to notice what’s happening.



I spot the waitress making her way to the table and we order in a hurry.



I look back at you, “Kay, are you wet I ask?



“God yes,” you say.



“I want to taste you, I want to taste your pussy juice, run my tongue along your silky pussy lips.” I say.



You look unsure and motion towards the woman behind you.



I smile, “She won’t mind, I think she is getting off on this as well,” I whisper.



“Kay, I want you to finger your pussy for me, now. I want you to get your fingers smothered in your wetness so that I can taste you.”



You arrange yourself a little then slip your hand beneath the table. You hold my eye as you begin to finger your very wet cunt. You run your tongue over your lips and your eyes take on a misty look.



My cock is fit to burst by now and I arrange it a little to make it more comfortable. I can feel the pre-cum on the tip as I do so.



“How does it feel?” I ask.



“Hot, very hot and wet you respond.”



“Leave your finger deep in there, imagine it’s my cock and rub your clit for me.” I whisper.



You do as I ask and I can smell your sex. Behind you I can see the red headed woman and judging from her movements, she too is teasing her pussy, the smell of sex is heady and I want to fuck so much but I refrain and continue my talking.



“In the park I am going to kneel behind your naked ass and slide my tongue along the length of your silky legs. I am going to push your buttocks wide apart and jab my tongue into your rosebud and I am going to rim you, eating out your hole. And whilst I do that, I am going to finger your pussy, paying special attention to your G spot, making you squirm and cry out.”



Your eyes are closed now, the vision in your head playing out as you tease your clit and finger your pussy, your heightened breathing matching that of the woman behind you. This is such a turn on.



I quickly glimpse in the direction of the other woman and its clear she is near the edge. I am fit to bursting, cock ready to explode.



I spot the waitress getting ready to bring our food over and I cough loudly. You open your eyes and I motion in her direction with my eyes. The woman behind must have noticed the change and it looks like she has returned to reading her book, from behind it also looks like she is licking her fingers one by one.



You stand, lean forward and kiss me, before placing your fingers in my mouth. I lap and suck your juices greedily from your fingers; you pull back and head for the bathroom leaving me aching with lust.



A minute passes and then the woman at the other table follows you.



The waitress delivers the food and I order us a bottle of wine and several moments later she returns with it and I pour us a glass. I sip at mine, wondering if you are ok.



You return several minutes later and you are accompanied by the red head. I can see her pretty face now and her trim figure. She looks about 35 and is dressed in a sexy little floral dress that shows of her silky legs.



“This is Becky.” says Kay.



“Hi, how are you.” I ask.



“Fucking very wet and very horny.” She replies.



I give her a knowing smile, my cock responding to the thought.



“Becky is going to join us.” You explain. “Her date wasn’t what she expected and he left. She was giving him 5 minutes to leave and she was going to go too, but she overheard us and got so turned on, that she now wants to join us in the park.”



“And you have agreed to this I asked?”



“I’m so turned on right now and I thought you might want to show me off.” Kay said smiling.



I was surprised at Kay agreeing and that I didn’t shoot my load right there and then. I leaned across and kissed Kay, “I am ok with it on 1 condition and that Becky, you agree to do what I tell you, when I tell you. Do you agree?”



Becky didn’t hesitate, “Yes.” She said.



We started our meal, Becky just having a drink and the discussion focused on sex, when after about 5 minutes I said, “Ok Becky, I want you open Kay’s legs and finger her pussy for me.”



Becky dipped her fingers into her wine and slid them under the table, tracing a wet line along Kays thighs to her pussy. It was Kay’s first time with another woman and her touch was electric as Kay looked lustfully into my eyes and sighed.



Becky moved in close and kissed Kay as she slipped her finger into Kay’s wet cunt, Kay’s eyes closing in response.



I continue the story as I watch Becky play with Kay’s pussy. “I’m going to remove your dress, so you are naked, you pert breasts and shaved pussy open to the air. I will put my finger in your pussy and work your G spot, first with 1 finger, and building to 2.”



As I spoke Becky slid down the chair and under the table, I was stunned that no one spotted her move.



“When you are dripping wet, I am going to lick your pussy, drinking your juices and licking around my fingers.”



As I spoke I heard you gasp as Becky drew her tongue up Kay’s pussy lips. I continued.



“I am going to slide between your naked thighs and I am going to suck you clit. I am going to hold it between my lips and keeping the suction on, I am going to pulse it in and out like it’s a tiny cock, holding your buttocks as you thrust against the suction.”



As I spoke, Becky took Kay’s clit and sucked it hard into her mouth, Kay’s body shook, and it was clear she was oblivious to the others in the restaurant.



As I speak, I feel Becky’s hand on my thick cock; I am so hard I know I won’t last long. I release my pre cum covered erection and feel Becky’s hand slide along the tip, thumbing the pre-cum across the head. I moan deeply.



“Kay, I want to cum in your mouth.”



“I am going to put my cock in your mouth and fuck your face whilst you finger your naked dripping cunt.”



Kay gasped as the vision and Becky’s pumping fingers push her over the edge.



As I watch her cum, I reached under the table and grabbed Becky by the hair and pushed my cock into her mouth, cum spurting over and over, Becky milking both of us dry.



Becky slowly made her way back to her seat, leaning into Kay and the two of you share a cum filled French kiss. And I know then that I need to fuck you both.



We are all buzzing and I quickly pay the bill. I take Kay and Becky and we head out the restaurant and head for the park.

I just started a new training class at work. A whole bunch of us are being drafted into a new department due to the “needs of the business.” Most of the people aren’t too happy about it, since it’s a sales-type of department. We’ll get our base pay, plus an incentive; not a commission, but an incentive. I’ve decided to have a positive attitude about it – it is, after all, the opportunity for more money. Why do one job and only get so much money per hour, when I can do another job, and make a little extra if I do it well. I understood why some people weren’t happy about it, but I figured I’d make the best of it I could.



I like to get there early, because to me, on time is half an hour late. Plus, the room we’re training in has sixteen computers for the twenty one of us. No good. I like to have my own computer, I’m very hands on like that. I had hoped but did not receive the opportunity to have the computer all to myself. No big deal. A guy who had protested being drafted came in twenty minutes late and the only available seat was next to me. I suppose he was continuing his protest, but whatever. I noticed that he smelled like vanilla…it was nice to have him nearby. His name was Alexandro, with the “x” sounding like an “h,” but he told me to call him Alex.



The next day, the procedure was the same. Except by this time, enough people were either “sick” or got booted out of the class for being late too much, there were computers for everyone, which made it rather confusing but pleasing nonetheless when he sat next to me again, not at a computer of his own. I guess he wanted to get booted from the class, but couldn’t risk the pay we were getting for the otherwise boring class.



During down time, we would chat about which departments we’d come from, but mostly about his…he wasn’t very inquisitive, but I decided to ask lots of questions because he did all his work in spanish, so I was curious about how it differed from the work I’d been doing.



For the third day, I overslept. As I raced through my shower – I never leave my house without a shower – and down the road I chided myself for putting my alarm clock so close I could turn it off without even waking up. I vowed to move my alarm clock when I returned home. Arriving at our usual classroom, I found out we’d been moved to yet another, smaller room. I almost felt bad about going in so late (half an hour) until I saw Alex rounding the corner toward our new room. I was two seconds behind him getting there and I think we noticed the same thing at the same time: this room was even smaller, and there was one computer left with two chairs waiting for us. Since he was ahead of me, he got to the computer first and signed on. Today, I would only be able to watch.



I tried to pay extra attention, since I learn by doing, and Alex was the one doing, I had to write down each step in this new program so that I could refer to my notes later on. What I also started to notice, was the number of times Alex grabbed himself, or readjusted his crotch. How he adjusted anything I wasn’t sure. He wore his jeans so lose and baggy, it would seem he had enough space for two of him to fit in there. Regardless, it was starting to turn me on, which in turn, required that I adjust myself. I was trying to do it in a less obvious manner, but since his manner was to just reach down and grab what was there, and mine was to squirm around, he was probably doing a better job than I.



Since our state has laws about required breaks and all, and since we were in class, we all took our breaks at the same time. Each day we got two fifteen minute breaks and a thirty minute lunch break. When our teacher let us go for our first fifteen, I headed as quickly as I could toward the third floor. There was a restroom there that was hardly used, and I liked my privacy, especially when I had raging hard ons.



The third floor restroom was very clean. Not to say that the rest weren’t – my building had excellent janitorial staff – just to say that since it was so infrequently used, cleaning it was always well done. I had hoped while I had my cock out and was pissing so hard against the urinal that it was almost splashing back at me that when I heard the door open it was the janitorial staff. I was wrong. I noticed that the visitor didn’t take the urinal two down from me, but the one right next to me. Doesn’t this violate some sort of man-code?



“That class just seems to be getting more and more boring, doesn’t it, buddy?”



It was Alex. It wasn’t until then that I could smell his vanilla scent. “Yeah, I guess so.”



“And it doesn’t help when you’re too hard to concentrate.”



“Heh. I guess you noticed?”



“Noticed what? I’m talking about myself. Bitch girlfriend wouldn’t put out last night.”



“Oh. Sorry to hear that.” I decided to not answer his question.



“Damn, look at this, pissed my brains out and Shorty’s still hard as a rock.” He turned toward me so I could see his “Shorty.”



I thought I’d heard just about everything guys call their dicks, but “Shorty” wasn’t one of them. But since he did invite a peek, I peeked and I was surprised to see that Shorty was no shorty. What he had sticking out of his fly was at least 7.5 inches and thick. I’m sure my eyes bulged out a little, and what progress I had made in deflating my own dick by ignoring any sexual thoughts was quickly dismantled. I could feel it growing back to full mast, which was pathetic compared to Alex’s meat.



“You like it?”



“It’s, um, it’s impressive.”



“Yeah. Years ago, I could get any chick I wanted and it didn’t matter how old they were, they all felt tight. But I’ve been with my old lady for so long, man, once they give you a couple of kids, the sex just isn’t the same. Can’t ever get the same satisfaction.” He was stroking his cock, keeping it hard while he talked.



I was still staring at his cock. “Oh.” That was all I could muster. I still couldn’t look away. And clearly he noticed.



“You want to touch it?”



“I shouldn’t.”



“Why? You got cooties? Go ahead, touch it.” He took a few steps toward.



I reached out.



Big mistake. HUGE. God, it was so warm and I could feel it pulsing under my fingers. I had to try to wrap my whole hand around it. I was successful, but just barely. For some reason, I don’t know why, he pulled his balls out of his shorts. They too were huge, and heavy. And then, I don’t get this either, I started to run my hands up and down his length. I guess it was sheer amazement. Couldn’t have been curiosity. I’d seen plenty of dicks before. Maybe not his size, but I used to think once you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all. That had to be a lie.



“Suck my dick for me.”



I wish I’d made him repeat himself. Instead, I was on his cock so fast that the word “eager” didn’t describe it. I had my right hand holding his balls in my palm while my thumb and forefinger wrapped around his base, and my left hand jerking the half of his dick I couldn’t fit in my mouth. His head alone almost filled my mouth, but I’ve had years of practice. But years of practice didn’t prepare me for something so long AND so thick.



“Oh yeah,” he said. “Damn that feels good. You like that Shorty?”



“Mmhmm,” I said, not bothering to stop what I was doing, what I was tasting.



“Cock-hungry little faggot, aren’t you?”



Cock-hungry might be a great way to describe me. But faggot – I hate that word. So I stopped. I got up, forced my own dick back into my pants and headed out.



“No, wait, please. I really need this,” he said. He grabbed my wrist.



“I’m nobody’s faggot,” I said.



“I know, man, I’m sorry.”



I paused. Looked at his cock.



“I’m sorry,” he said again.



I’m a sucker for a weak guy, and I couldn’t help but see the pleading in his eyes, or the drop of precum on the tip of his dick. God I wanted to taste it. So back down on my knees I went. This time, I didn’t just dive down onto his dick, but I licked the head, the glistening precum was some sort of tangy and I knew I’d miss it later on down the line.



Once the drop of precum was gone, I held his dick up and licked all the way down to the base, then paid extra special attention to his balls. I was having a great time, but apparently I was the only one when he grabbed my hair and pulled me off.



“Suck it.” He had his hand wrapped around the base and had his dick pointing right at me. Somehow it was bigger, longer, harder than it was before and barely fit in my mouth.



I gagged a couple of times as he pushed me down as far as I could go. I reached up to make him take his hand off my head because I really didn’t want to be gagging anymore, and I knew, that if i had time, I could swallow his cock. He wouldn’t let me make him take his hands off me, so I settled for running my hands up and down his torso under his oversize polo shirt. His chest was moderately hairy, but not disgustingly so. His chest hair wasn’t thick or long, and it was well placed, stretching out across his upper chest and then just a little bit further down the center forming a sort of T-shape. The rest of him, his stomach and sides were completely hairless. From what I could tell, this was a naturally occuring type of thing. I didn’t feel any stubble from shaving or manscaping, and he certainly wasn’t the type to do it.



What has always interested me about all the men I’ve been “intimate” with is the varying sentsitivity of their nipples. His were especially sensitive. I discovered this as my left hand was holding the base of his dick, my tongue was flicking its way up and down the sides, with extra flicking and licking at the apex, the massive, growing-by-the-minute cockhead, and my right hand was reaching up. Though I rarely do it, I had the urge to pinch his left nipple, and pull a little. I don’t get into the hardcore pain stuff, so I know my tug wasn’t painful to him. But when his cock jumped and immediately began to leak the precum a little faster (mm, tasty), I knew that he was just super sensitive.



With this information at my fingertips, I knew exactly what to do. I continued sucking his dick, but this time took both hands off of him so that only the hardness of his cock and my mouth controlled his pleasure. Then I reached up, placing my left hand on his right hip. It doesn’t bring much but mental pleasure to the guy, making them think that I need something to hold on to, when the fact is, I’m just trying to get their load faster. Then my right hand continued massaging his chest and stomach, occasionally stopping by his nipples.



I could feel his cockhead clogging my throat and knew I had to pull my mouth off of his dick. I was really proud of myself, having gotten my nose into his boxer shorts, but if I didn’t pull off, I would throw up, and that is no way to behave in the middle of a blowjob. So I pulled off, much to his initial disappointment, but I immediately made up for it by wrapping my tongue as much as I could around the head of his cock and focusing on the first three or four inches of his meat. Goddamn it was huge.



“Oh fuck,” he said.



“You close?” I asked. Not that I was truly concerned, because I would have sucked his cock all day if I could, but I knew that we needed to get back to class.



“Open your fucking mouth or it’ll go all over your face.”



I opened as wide as I could, but the first jet of jizz still crossed my face. Thank god I had my eyes closed. The taste was thicker than his precum, nice and salty. I kept my mouth open and threw out my tongue where the next shots landed and then he pulled me back onto his cock still shooting his load which went straight back to my throat with so much force that they almost initiated my gag reflex. “Yeah swallow that cum. Oh fuck yeah.” He held my head to his crotch until his cock went limp. “Clean me off.”



I didn’t wait a moment to start licking him all over again paying special attention to his head. But before I could get him hard again he pulled me off, stuffing Shorty back into his shorts (oh, I get it), zipped up, patted me on the head as he said, “Thanks, man, I needed that,” and walked out.



I licked up and swallowed what bit of cum didn’t make it down my throat. Washing my face I realized I still had a few minutes to kill before class actually started back so I headed down to the on-site convenience store. I needed a cigarette and since I quit smoking almost four years ago, I was out. It didnt occur to me until I got to the smoking area with my new pack and saw him smoking with a few of the other Latino people who worked for our company to just bum one. Instead I paid too much for my own pack. The way all his buddies were looking at me when I lit up, I knew I’d need a few more than just one.



Just as I finished my third cigarette in as many minutes he nudged me on his way in, “you coming?”



“Yeah, I”ll be there in a minute.”



I got back to class, got settled, and tried to get prior events off my mind. I wasn’t successful, at all. I spent more time “readjusting” the hard on in my pants than the task at hand.



Just was I was in the middle of readjusting for the millionth time, he poked me with his pen and showed me something written on his paper.



“Go back to our spot for lunch. I need to pay you back for earlier,” it said.



The note only served to make me even harder. But it brought a sense of pride in me too. I liked the idea that we had a spot. I knew that it didn’t mean anything to him, but damnit, I was proud of myself. And, in a way, proud of him. I couldn’t believe that this straight guy was going to suck me off. God knows I needed it.



When we got out of class for lunch, I headed straight back to that bathroom. But I didn’t see which direction he went. I was waiting for what felt like forever in that bathroom, which is awkward already to just be hanging out in a bathroom.



Finally, I decided, to hell with it, and was on my way out when he started to come in.



“Where you headed?” he asked.



“Oh, I thought you backed out. I know youre straight, so, it’s okay.”



“Who cares about that, I’m not the one who’s going to be taking a dick up my ass.”



“Wha?” I didn’t have time to finish my question since he was pulling me into the handicapped stall.



He held my chest against the wall while he grabbed his crotch. It was a handful, hell I knew that from the mouthful I got. “I think you’re really going to like this,” he said. He got really close to me then, and said, “my brother in law loves it every night.”



“Look, Alex, I like you, really, I do, and, I mean, I’d be happy to do what we did earlier, again, but that, I just don’t think I can do that.”



“You better lube yourself up real good; it can hurt the first time.”



He turned me around and held the bottle of lube against my chest until I took it. When I did, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his dick and started jerking off. I couldn’t believe it, but he was already half hard. “Hurry up, we don’t got all day.”



He intended to do this, with or without my help, so I decided to help myself and dropped my pants, bent over, and squirted lube up my ass. It was a little cold, especially when I pushed it in with my finger, then with two fingers, trying to strech my hole as much as possible before Alex’s thick dick could do the same chore.



“That’s enough,” he said.



I didn’t really think so, but as I turned around and saw him sitting on the toilet seat, leaning back, his dick standing straight up out of his jeans, I couldn’t help but think that he was right, that now was the best time to hop on and ride his dick until the sun came up. I took pulled my pants off completely so I could straddle him, but was only able to make a few steps toward him when he stopped me.



“What the fuck you doin’?”



“What?”



“I don’t want to look at your dick. Turn your ass around.”



“Oh, okay.” I did as I was told, saddened by the fact that I wouldn’t get to see his face through the experience. Using his legs between mine as a guide, I backed up, slowly, waiting for him to say something to me. Instead, I felt the head of his dick at the crack of my ass. I kept going, just a bit more, until I was certain that his dick was standing straight up, and my asshole was directly over it.



“Slide on down,” he said.



I fully intended to. Even just at my opening, feeling his pulsing, throbing dick changed my mood, my energy level, my interest. No longer was I so unwilling; I wanted that monument to manliness buried in my ass.



I started to open myself up, to take what I could. What I noticed, once I felt my balls touch his jeans, was that, while his dick was a struggle to fit into my mouth, it fit just perfectly in my ass. Actually, I felt stretched to just the right point; I felt good. And it made me want more.



“Oh yeah, baby, you’re gonna take all that, aren’t you?”



“As much as you got to give me.” There was no doubt in my mind that my ass could take his whole dick. If there’s one thing I’m passionate about, it’s dick.



“I love a tight ass riding my fat dick.”



I was just started to get into the actual fucking, the up and the down when he stopped me.



“Good boy. Let’s change something here.”



I wasn’t sure what he meant by that but I was ready for it. He put his hand on my shoulder, almost to keep me in place then I felt him push up, pushing his cock further into my hole while he was lifting himself out of a seated position. He didn’t stop until he was standing up completely and I was bent over. His hand still on my shoulder, he placed a hand on the small of my back, pulled his cock almost completely out and then drove it right back in. With his cock buried to the hilt, I felt him wiggle his hips a little.



I tried to relax, open myself up a little more to him, to give him complete access. “Oh yeah boy you like that piece of Latin meat up your ass?”



I grunted because it was all I could do. He was still fucking my ass nice and slow and it was good, felt really good but I had been expecting the “real fucking.” But, I was grateful he was taking his time; his cock was still stretching my hole. So I focused on his shoes, the tan construction boots that had become the staple of the Urban/ Latino culture, and the way his jean legs bunched up over the shoes.



Then I felt him stop. He took his hands off of me and I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next. Was he done? Or did he just want to stop? I wasn’t liking that idea so I started pushing back on his cock. “Whoa boy, hold on a minute there. Just wanna take my pants off.”



“Oh.”



“Don’t worry, you’re gonna get this cock.” He dropped his jeans toward the floor but they were just crumpled around his shoes. “Now the real fucking can begin.” He put his hands on my hips and said, “you ready, boy?”



“Yeah, papi, I’m ready.”



He chuckled. “Papi? You gonna get it now son.” He pulled out nice and slow, then rammed me so hard my head hit the bathroom stall door. But that didn’t stop him. I just had to put my hands up on the door to prevent that from happening again. He was fucking me so hard and so fast, I wasn’t prepared for it the way we had started. But at this point he was hitting something that was sending jolts through my entire body. The last thing I wanted was him to stop. So I started backing up into him.



“Oh yeah baby, take that cock, make it feel good,” he said.



“Yeah fuck me papi, fuck me!”



“Alright, just remember you asked for it.” He once again rammed me but this time instead of pulling out he stayed where he was until I could feel his boxer shorts up against my ass. He stayed in position letting me revel in the twight zone of having this straight latin man take ownership of my hole. Once my ass started twitching around his cock he started fucking me again, hard and fast, truly challenging me to keep up, hang on for dear pleasure. No other partner had fucked me quite the way he was fucking me, alternating between long slow strokes and fast deep pumps into my ass, reaching spots I wasn’t aware existed, with no warning of a transition. It was like he could change pace and intensity and tone and levels of lust mid-fuck. I never had a clue what to expect next, and I never expected him to pull out when he did. I couldn’t see him but I felt him push my shirt further up my back toward my head and I heard him pull the condom off.

Chapter 1 – Preacher’s Passion



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Most people have at least vaguely heard of the infamous Salem Witch Trials. Most people, generally, seem to have a vague impression that several witches were condemned and burnt.



As a matter of fact, almost certainly none of the condemned actually WERE witches (witches have always been pretty scarce on the ground even where they are wanted or even merely tolerated; anyone intelligent enough to master the Seven Magics and the Four Summonings that make up the requirements to be granted even the lowest witching degree, that of BW [Bachelor of Witchcraft, which certifies one a true witch, and here's the door, sorry we don't have any job openings on the faculty here at Trismegistus U, write if you get work, we hear there's a gingerbread house five counties over whose original owner was just roasted in her own oven by two smart-arse kids, good luck, bye! [Slam!]] is fully cognisant of the local vibrations, as it were, and has no trouble knowing exactly when she really ought to be going to visit Aunt Matilda, who’s getting on in centuries and has that lovely hut just north of Bad Ass in Lancre in the Ramtops and doesn’t get around as well as she used to, with the result that the local villagers arrive at her thatched cottage at quarter eight with torches, ropes, scythes, rakes and other more obscure agricultural implements and find themselves reading (if they can indeed read) a note on the door that says “Gonne to visitt mye Anty. Please milkke cowe everie daie and looke afterr the batts, Luv, Griselda thee Blacke”.



{What did you just say?}



{Sorry, the management promises closer control will be kept over sentences in the future.}



{Quit interrupting, Roberta, or we’ll never hear the story.}



No, most if not all of the women and men (eleven women, eight men) condemned for witchcraft at Salem in 1692 were innocent, and were, in fact, hanged, and not burnt. Charged, be it noticed, on the basis first of the hysterical ravings of apparently spiteful little girls, and then further tried and condemned on the basis of rather fantastic “evidence” produced, for the most part, by those who were to sit in judgement over them. Thus does humanity — not really far advanced from his original killer ape days — deal with those who differ from the pack in some way.



{Those interested in the real-life details of the Salem trials can find a day-to-day chronology of them an photos of the memorial dedicated in their memory in the tricentennial year after the trials online without much trouble, by the way}



{Who are you talking to?}



However, this is not a story about Salem, the Salem witch trials, nor the rather nasty vengeance some real witches have worked there from time to time in killer-ape vengeance frenzies of their own, but rather about the nearby town of Winston, Massachusetts.



You’ve never heard of Winston, Massachusetts? Not surprising. The townspeople of Winston decided that they wanted to hang some witches, too. Their town, however, differed from Salem in one important and (for them) unfortunate manner — there really was a witch living there.



Unfortunately for the townspeople and to her own subsequent displeasure and discomfiture, Mistress Nicola Hawkworth had a bit of a cold in the head that left her foresight a bit cloudy and uncomfortable to use, so she had momentarily stopped using it about the time the village elders decided that they needed a witch trial to be thoroughly up to date.



{I must say, if that was all it took to be thoroughly up to date in Massachusetts in those days, it must have been a much more restful time and place to live than, say, Kansas City around the beginning of the Twentieth Century…}



{Huh?}



{‘Oklahoma!’, you dummy!}



{Huh?}



{Never mind. [[rolleyes]]}



And, so, when there was a knock on her door one pleasant evening, and she opened it, expecting to find any one of several young (or one or two not-so-young, but still virile) men from the village, come to improve both their evenings, she instead found most of the village with torches, ropes, scythes, etc. in hand; led by the father of the wife of one of her more regular not-so-young but still virile callers.



{In the interests of full disclosure, it is probably necessary to reveal that the not-so-young but still virile caller in question stood a few rows back in the mob, looking sheepish but still half-heartedly brandishing a left-handed Cornish hop-reaper’s hook…}



{Wow. That’s obscure all right!}



{Three-to-one it’s so obscure ‘cos she just made it up.}



{No bets and get your hand off there till the story’s over, you pig!}



{Oink.}



Before she could spew anathema upon them, or even ask if they’d care to come in for tea (she had just worked out the bigger-inside-than-outside spell, and wouldn’t mind seeing if she could, indeed, fit the entire population of the town into her small one-room cottage), Rector Titearse seized her and stuffed a gag in her mouth, as two others grabbed her hands and tied them to prevent any gestures. Another tried to catch her cat, on the theory that it must be her familiar and would bring demonic help if not stopped (correct in theory, but the cat wasn’t her familiar) and got severely clawed and bitten about the hands, arms, neck, face, scalp and left ear before eighteen pounds of spitting snarling blood-covered black cat burst through the center of the mob like a well-hurled ball through a stand of ninepins.



In the aftermath of the cat’s strike, things were a bit confused for a while, and it was only because the reverend and his two helpers held her so tightly that Mistress Nicola didn’t escape. Somebody copped a couple of feels in the process, which she normally wouldn’t have minded [sometimes she even enjoyed a little bondage though she preferred to be the one tying the knots] but this time she suspected that it was the Reverend Titearse, who was, after all, about fifty and wretched. She had always sympathised with his departed wife.



{Not that the Reverend’s wife was dead, you understand, just departed years ago, leaving him with a baby daughter who grew up to just as rigidly anti-fun as he was, which is why HER husband, Goodman Hector Strongpencil, often dropped by Nicola’s cottage of a summer evening when he was supposed to be at the tavern.}



“Ha, foul enchantress, we have you!” barked out the Reverend. People talked like that in those days, right out in public, instead of decently out of hearing in the back rooms of game stores.



Without further ado, she was dragged off to town and clapped into the town gaol. There she was confronted by the Reverend, her accuser, who was the Reverend’s daughter, Goodwife Prunaprisma Titearse Strongpencil, and (still rather sheepishly and definitely keeping behind the others) Goodman Hector Strongpencil, at whom she couldn’t really remain angry, as he was one of her more favored evening visitors.



As they stared at her, she glared back, almost scorching them with the fire of her huge luminous eyes, probably the most striking feature of her incredibly lovely face…



{“Hey! No fair gilding the lily!}



{Right — we know just what those’huge luminous eyes’ looked like…}



{… and, luv, I’m sorry to say that while ‘very pretty’ would cover it, or even ‘striking’, ‘incredibly lovely’ just isn’t in it…}



{Oh, all right…”}



… her glowing eyes. Even knowing she was still gagged with a scold’s bridle and so could work no spells, the three shrank away from her.



Of course, as has been said, it’s not what you don’t know; it’s what you do know that ain’t so that will hurt you.



In this case, “everybody knew” that a witch could cast no spell or pronounce no curse so long as she was prevented from speaking and from gesturing. That was even true about some witches.



Mistress Nicola, however, could control the actions of others with nothing but the power of her mind. Often, such control was more trouble than it was worth — a good old fashioned curse or potion was simpler and more certainly effective.



But, if the person were particularly susceptible to her control, she could cause them to perform almost any act. And those whom she so controlled would either believe that they were acting of their own volition, or would simply not realise what they were doing nor remember it afterward.



She knew, from experience that her greatest control was most easily exerted upon those of small intellect or those of a repressed nature; those of little intellect simply were overborne by the power of her will, while the repressed often were denying strong desires within themselves which they found shameful, “shameful” desires upon which she could play. It was obvious, as her mental “touch” moved over the three, that Goodman Strongpencil, while a pleasant fellow, and endowed with a tremendous… muscle… was not overly bright. The Reverend, while intelligent enough, was so twisted and repressed that his psyche felt to her “touch” like a tightly-wound spring. And Goodie Prunaprisma (Titearse) Strongpencil, while even less of bright-glowing intellect than her husband, was indeed her father’s daughter — so bound up in repression she scarcely needed corsets.



Nicola decided that she would play with these three a bit, while she bided her time until her “trial”. And then she would deal with the whole town of Winston.



“Oh, Father,” Prunaprisma was prattling, “You are so brave and strong to dare to cast this vile enchantress down. Not,” she added, less worshipfully, as she cast a scornful glance at her unhappy husband, “at all like some I could mention, who succumb so easily to her foul blandishments!”



“Well, Daughter, I am, after all, a man of the cloth, and the Lord will protect me if I am strong in his ways. This Daughter of Lilith, who so resembles your wanton mother, shall not deceive me nor prevail even for a moment over me as she did!”



Smiling inside her head, Nicola “touched” the Reverend’s mind a bit.



“But, Daughter, you have never told me precisely what it was that this creature forced your husband to do under her evil spell or even how that spell was cast; if I am to prosecute her properly, I should know.”



Prunaprisma turned a deep shade of red, and stammered, “Oh, F-father, I cannot… cannot bear to speak aloud of such disgusting things!” As she simpered, Nicola “touched” her mind as well.



“Well, perhaps, instead of telling me aloud,” the Reverend judiciously said, “you could whisper to me…?”



Another “touch”, and Pru, blushing even more hotly, stepped to her father’s side and began to whisper in his ear. As she spoke, his eyes grew wider and wider, and fixed first upon the sullen face of the girl in the cell, then, as if despite himself, began to move downward, across her rather lowcut bodice, downward to her broad and shapely hips.



With an almost visible jolt, he brought his attention back to his daughter.



“You say that she ‘touched’ him and thus enticed him?” he asked. His red-faced daughter nodded. “In what manner did she ‘touch’ him?” When she cast her eyes downward and didn’t speak, he came to a decision.



“I must know what happened. If you will not tell me, Mistress, can you not, for the glory of God and the confoundment of the Devil, show me what the witch did?”



His daughter was in danger of spontaneously bursting into flame, it almost seemed, so hot was her face. She shook her head slightly, and turned away.



Another pair of touches from Nicola, and the Reverend thundered “Woman! In the name of God, I demand that you show me what ritual this witch uses to steal the souls of young men of this community! As God gives me strength, when once I know, I can defeat her!”



“But, Father… it is vile…”



“A true man of God is not turned aside by mere vileness. Show me!”



“But, Father, I would be ashamed to do such a thing to any man, even my Goodman, and you are my own father…”



“Aye, thy own father, and thus one whom you must not think of as a man. Since that is so, you may show me what it was without fear or shame.”



“Yes, Father.” She stepped close in front of him. “My Goodman told me, after I nagged at him for days, that he was on his way to the tavern, and the witch accosted him on the forest path, stepping up before him, so.”



“And?”



“And that she said to him ‘Ho, Big Fellow! All alone upon the path? Fear you not wolves or bears?’ and he replied “Not at all; I shall slay any such I see.’ ‘Ah, and what of more tender game?’ she asked, stepping so closely — like this — that their bodies touched…”



“And?”



“And he said that he said ‘Ah, I’ve me old sporting gun for such tender game.’ ‘Ah, ‘ she said, ‘but is your sporting gun loaded?’ and ‘Of course, ‘ replied he, still thinking she spoke of deer or such.”



“And then?”



“And then — oh it is so vile, how could even an unnatural creature as she do such — she reached out and grasped his thing and said…”



“‘… grasped his “thing”… ‘? In what manner, madame, did she grasp what ‘thing’?”



“His, you know, ‘thing’… with her hand…”



“You must show me.”



Closing her eyes, and turning her face away, Prunaprisma reached down a shrinking hand to her father’s groin, fingers fumbling until she touched his organ which was, though he had not yet himself noticed, half-erect. Her hand jerked away as of its own volition, then almost seemed to reach back a bit.



“Is that how she did it? Exactly as she did it?”



“Well, no. I believe she touched it… ummm… more firmly.”



“Show me.”



Though Pru’s face showed no less humiliation, her hand reached out rather more willingly, and her fingers hesitantly closed upon her father’s member.



“Hmmm.” the Reverend hummed. “And was that all that she did?”



“Oh, no — but the rest is so much worse that…”



“Proceed.”



“So she took her hand and she… she…”



“She what?”



“She stroked it.” Prunaprisma murmured, eyes downcast, watching fascinatedly as her hand stroked gently but firmly along the length of her father’s growing member.



“And then she kissed him…” she breathed, leaning forward and kissing her father full on the lips.



“Was… was that all that she did?” enquired the Reverend, seemingly unaware that his daughter’s hand, by now solidly grasping his shaft through the material of his breeches, was slowly but firmly pumping up and down upon it.



“Oh, no — she kissed him again, and she…” leaning forward, stroking her hand smoothly along his shaft, she kissed her father even more strongly, and then, with only slight hesitation, slipped her tongue between his lips, stroking the tip of his with the darting tip of her own.



Without seeming to realise what he was doing, the Reverend’s arms closed around his daughter’s thickening but still womanly body and pulled her to him. Releasing her grip on his cock, she threw her arms about him, as well. Pressing against each other, they kissed deeply again and again; after a few kisses, her crotch began to grind against his, and one of his hands rose to cup one of her full breasts and fondle it.



After some time, the Reverend drew back from his daughter’s kisses, and, still fondling her breast with one hand said, “… and then?”



“And then,” Prunaprisma replied, with no hesitation, dropping to her knees in front of him, “she opened his garments…” fumblingly she attempted to open the the waistband of her father’s black trousers, until the Reverend became impatient and reached down and did it for her, “… and she reached inside and she grasped his thing again…” The Reverend sucked air between his teeth as her hot hand closed on his thick rod, “… and she pulled it out…” suiting actions to words, she exposed the thick eight inch shaft of her father’s cock for anyone watching to see “… and then… and then…”



“‘And then’ what?” her father snapped.



“She… she kissed it and licked it…”



“Show me!”



Hesitantly, she leaned forward, extending her tongue till its tip could just lap up the shining drop of precum on the tip of her father’s cockhead, then gently caressed the tip with her lips… She drew back a bit, then, with a determined expression, she took the head of her father’s big cock into her mouth and began to suckle at it, much the way her baby had suckled at her teat.



A loud moan from her father worried her, and she glanced upward, his cock still in her mouth. Looking downward in his turn, the Reverend saw his own daughter, her hair disarrayed, her bodice and stays somehow partly unlaced, showing the globes of her full tits to any eye that chanced to look… and with the head of his own hot cock in her warm wet mouth.



Not thinking at all anymore, wanting only more pleasure, he stroked his hips forward, pushing more of his length past those ovalled lips and into the warm wetness and incredible sucking sensation of her suddenly whorish mouth.



Reaching one hand down, he placed it on the back of her head and used it to urge her forward, though she hardly needed encouragement. The feel of that cock slipping inward past her lips as his hips twitched, the head nudging against the top of her mouth, the taste of more precum leaking from it, had snapped whatever inhibitions she might have had.



Watched with malicious satisfaction by the witch in the cell and with total bemusement by her uncomprehending husband, she began to give her father one of the Great Blowjobs of Western Civilisation.



Moaning on the outstrokes, caressing his shaft with one hand, fondling her own by now totally exposed breasts and erect nipples with the other as she discovered that, at certain angles, her father’s cock could slip its entire length into her mouth and down her throat, Prunaprisma continued to pleasure her father, until she suddenly pushed back and said over his frustrated moan “And she did other things, also!”



“‘Other things’? Pray, madame, what ‘other things’?”



Rising to her feet, maintaining a firm grip on her father’s rock-hard cock, Prunaprisma glanced around, then backed up to the gaoler’s desk, sitting lightly on its edge.



“First,” she said, releasing her hold for the moment, “She lewdly and willfully exposed herself to him.” Without hesitation, she pulled the front of her dress downward, fully exposing her heavy, slightly sagging but still womanly breasts to full gaze. “… and she made indecent play to entice him…” as her hands began fondling and lifting her own breasts, holding them out for view, then stroking and plucking at her stiffly-erect nipples.



“And then, she did something so lewd and so indecent that I cannot believe even a witch would sink so low… and that was… this!”



With a sudden decisive gesture, she seized her skirt and pulled the front of it up to her midriff, revealing herself otherwise completely nude below the waist.



There was a moment of complete silence, and then Prunaprisma reached out, took hold of her father’s cock, and pulled him gently to her until its rounded head rested against the wet puffy lips of her sex.



They stood like that for a moment, until, with a sound of impatience, she lifted her legs, threw them over his hips, and, seizing his waist, pulled him forward until his entire length slipped into her hot belly.



Again they stood for a moment, but then he began moving slightly and she responded with hip motions of her own; both of them pumping faster and faster until almost his entire length was sawing in and out of her tight clasping cunt as she guided his stroke with hands and with legs locked around his waist.



The moralising Reverend was fucking his own repressed goody-goody of a daughter in a public place! It was incredibly stimulating to watch, and, somehow Goodman Strongpencil found himself fascinated by the sight of his father-in-law’s ass pumping away between his own daughter’s knees. It was as if he was staring through some sort of magnifying lens; he could clearly see the puckered brown spot of the Reverend’s anus.

Emilia was married at twenty-six years old. She had only been with two men. One a boyfriend from the past and the other her husband. she had always felt the need to be a freak and yet had never had the courage to do it. One morning the slender brunette with her big brown eyes, rolled over to face her husband in bed. Jake; a handsome thirty year old man that was well built, tan, with blue eyes and dirty blonde hair, kissed his wife.



“I want to try something different.” she said randomly.



“Uh, okay? Like what?” He inquired with a cocked brow. Jake had no idea what to expect.



“I want to have an orgie.” She stated confidently. However, she had no idea how her bi-sexual husband would react. She nearly held her breath as she waited for a response.



Jake looked shock. “If you’re serious, then I would love to. I mean, what guy wouldn’t?”



They both laughed and Emilia rolled on top of him. She kissed him over and over all over his lips and nape. Jake smiled, excited for this brilliant idea for his wife as well as amazed that she wanted such a thing. He had known she had a desire to try new things sexually and be a freak, but he hadn’t expected that. He thought they were random drunk confessions. Nothing that would really happen. Oh he was happily wrong.



—————————————————



Emilia had gone online a week earlier and found a bi-sexual male couple who wanted to do the same thing. They agreed to meet at Emilia and Jake’s large condo in New York. The other couple, twenty-six year old Roy and Rick, had a friend who occasionally slept with them. She was young at twenty-one years old but very beautiful. She had large breasts and a small frame. She was tan, opposite of Rick and Roy.



Jake tapped his foot, waiting for everyone to arrive as Emilia cleaned. When the door bell rang she smiled brilliantly and ran to the door. There stood the tall and skinny Roy with his black hair and green eyes, and the masculuar brown hair brown eyes Rick, as well as their friend Jenna.



“Welcome! Welcome!” She exclaimed.



Everyone came inside and they sat around at the couch and chairs. They sipped wine, ate cheese and crackers and talked. So far it was a lot of fun, but Emilia needed more. She was eager and it showed.



“Shall we go to the bedroom?” She inquired, after they discussed positions. Jake’s cock was already hard in his pants and he instantly nodded his head and stood. Jenna giggled and stood next. As she followed Emilia into the room, she undressed herself. By the time everyone got in there, she was completely nude and smiling. Emilia admired the girl’s stunning body. She undressed next. Emilia’s breasts were decent sized, her nipples hard and her pussy tight.



The men undressed next and the girls had to admire the size of the cocks. Jake was a good, thick, seven inches. Roy had to be eight and thick! But Rick was the biggest. He was at least nine inches.



“Lay down, baby.” Jake coaxed and signaled to the bed.



Emilia climbed onto the bed, breathing gently but nervous and excited.



“Wait. I think you should lay down first Jake. She’ll lay on top of you, her back to your chest.” Roy insisted.



The couple didn’t argue. Jake laid down and Emilia laid on top. Jenna handed them a bottle of lube. “You’ll need this.”



Emilia gulped. She had never done anal but she had to try it. While Jake squirted it on his finger, the men rubbed their cocks and watched. Emilia tensed when Jake slid a lubed finger over Emilia’s virgin back door. He slowly slid the finger in and out, lubing her up. She tightly closed her eyes. It was uncomfortable but felt good too. It was a strange feeling.



Jenna was getting wet as she watched. Roy and Rick were hard as rocks.



“You ready?” Rick asked with a grin.



“Y-yeah.” Emilia stuttered. Jake grabbed his cock and pushed Emilia up with his free hand. Her asshole was right above the head of his seven inch dick. Emilia inhaled deeply as Jake slowly brought her down. She opened her mouth wide and gasped as she felt the rock hard cock slide up inside of her back hole. Then she began to moan a bit. His cock stretched her ass hole open wide. The pain was more than she had expected but she wouldn’t back out now.



“Mmm, baby.” Jake gasped. He moved his hips up and down gently. His cock was instantly tensing up inside of her once virgin back door. Her ass squeezed around his dick. Next Roy got up to the bed. Emilia’s legs and Jake’s were hanging off. Her pussy was in plain view. Her lips were bright pink and clit already swollen. Roy held his thick hard cock outside her cunt. He rubbed the clit playfully, teasing her. This made Emilia close her eyes and moan. She was already forgetting about the pain in her ass hole. When Roy slid his dick inside of her tight pussy he had to push hard. She was tighter than he had expected. Emilia screamed in pain and pleasure. She could feel both cocks inside of her. Roy went slow just like Jake. They thrusted in unison.



Jenna was the next to play. She climbed on top of Emilia and put her pussy directly in Em’s face. At first she was shocked and unsure of what to do, but as Jenna pressed her wet pussy lips against Emilia’s lips, Emilia got to work. Her tongue lapped over Jenna’s swollen clit. Her tongue pushed inside of her. Emilia moaned and gasped while she ate Jenna out. She felt tears in her eyes from the pain of the cock sliding in and out of her ass, but she wouldn’t let it stop. The pain was mixed with pleasure and Jenna’s pussy on her lips tasted so sweet. Jenna leaned over and began to lick both Emilia’s clit, and Roy’s cock as it slid in and out of Emilia’s now soaked pussy.



Rick couldn’t take any more. He had to play too! He grabbed the lube off the bed and put some on his cock then he rubbed it on Roy’s asshole. Roy closed and eyes and prepared for the massive nine incher to slide up inside of him. Rick took no time to play. He pressed the head of his cock against Roy’s asshole and rammed it inside. Roy groaned in both pain and pleasure as he felt Rick’s dick inside of him. When Rick thrusted it caused Roy to thrust deeper and harder into Emilia. She screamed in pain and pleasure more.



Rick was not one to take things slow. He was thrusting his cock deep up inside of Roy’s asshole, holding the man by his hips to make his ass back up into his cock. Roy was groaning. His own cock kept sliding deep and hard inside of the ever so tight and now drenched Emilia. She felt the tears rolling down her face but she wouldn’t stop here. She enjoyed the dick stretching her asshole wide. Jake laid there and let everyone elses motions push her asshole up and down on his dick.



“Oh, god baby. I’m…” Jake groaned. “I’m about to cum!”



Roy smiled at this. “Faster….Ri…Rick!”



Rick did just that. He thrusted hard and fast inside of Roy’s asshole. Roy’s cock went faster inside of Emilia’s pussy. Emilia had to stop eating Jenna’s cunt because she was too busy screaming and crying now. Jenna did not stop licking Em’s clit.



“Fuuuuck!” Jake groaned as his load shot up inside of Emilia’s asshole. He laid there panting with his dick inside as the others kept going. Jenna shoved her pussy into Emilia’s lips again. Em knew she had to finish the girl off. She licked and bit and sucked. Jenna began to twitch. Her legs tensed and she was next to cum. Her cum oozed from her pussy and into Emilia’s mouth. Em choked it down.



Giggling, Jenna hoped off and sat in a chair in the room. She played with her pussy and hard nipples as she watched the foursome. Roy’s cock kept sliding in and out of Emilia as Rick’s cock slid in and out of Roy’s ass.



Finally, Emilia’s legs tensed up. Her body twitched and she screamed loud. She felt the orgasm over take her body. She shook and squeezed her legs around Roy’s.



“That’s it… yeah…oh yeah.. cum!” Rick moaned. He thrusted even faster. As fast and hard as he could possibly manage. It made Roy tense in pain just as he came. Roy yanked his cock from Emilia’s pussy and came all over her perfect flat stomach. He leaned over Em as Rick kept thrusting. He was close. Roy’s eyes closed in pain as the nine inch cock intruded his asshole. Finally Rick too came. He shot his load into Roy’s ass. As he pulled his dick out slowly the cum dropped to the floor.



Rick and Roy leaned back on the wall, panting. Em slowly slid off of Jake and collapsed on the bed.



“What are you guys doing tomorrow night?” Roy asked with a devilish smirk.

The next day, watching the match with my mates and girlfriend, I couldn’t help smiling to myself when I saw Andy Mills scoring the winning goal – taking my team through to the FA cup final.



As everyone in the pub was cheering and celebrating, my mind flashed back to the night before and Andy’s hot cock pumping spunk all over my mouth and face.



I felt happy. Partly because I’d played a small part in my team going through, but mostly because I knew Andy would be back in London for the final in just over a month. I couldn’t help hoping he’d come back to the hotel.



That night the horniness I’d felt while servicing Andy’s cock was finally unleashed with my girlfriend.



I asked her to wear the football shirt I’d bought her last Christmas while she gave me a celebratory blow job and then I bent her over and fucked her good and hard.



As we lay there afterwards she said she didn’t know what had gotten into me, but she liked it…if that was winning the semi-finals she couldn’t wait to celebrate winning the final!



I tried not to think about the “gay” aspect of what I’d done with Andy – in the end we were just two horny guys, helping each other out (or at least I’d helped him)… and it’s nothing different than what happens in boys public schools and prisons. Didn’t make either of us gay, just horny.



A month later, I had deliberately arranged to be running the night shift prior to the cup final, using the excuse that I wanted the next day off to watch the match.



Secretly hoping Andy would stay in the hotel and I’d run into him again. Not knowing really what I expected to happen but knowing I wanted to see him again.



I missed Andy checking in since he arrived before my shift started, but as soon as I got chance I checked the computer system – he had checked in alone and ordered food for one to his room. His wife must be away, maybe he planned this? I noticed on his bill he had already accessed the gym and WiFi, pre-ordered a wake-up call, breakfast , newspaper and had made a blanked out purchase on the TV system – usually that means porn, but could be something else.



I was a little disappointed, hoping to see him before the big game, waiting for an excuse to go up to his room. I couldn’t help thinking he didn’t want a repeat performance and was making do with some porn, I wondered if I had done something to offend him last time. At the same time I wondered why I was so bothered about this – it’s not like I had a crush on him.



Then at around 10pm, a call was put through to me from the front desk:



“Duty manager speaking, how can I help?” I answered



“Hi, this is Andy Mills in room 412, I think we met last time I was here”



“Yes, we did, how can I help sir”



“This is a bit sensitive, I need your absolute discretion”



My heart started to race as Andy continued:



“I’m not supposed to drink before a big match, but I’m having trouble relaxing, could you bring me a couple of bottles of lager up without anyone knowing about it?”



“Certainly, sir, you can rely on my absolute discretion, any particular brand of lager?”



With that, I headed towards the hotel bar, personally prepared a tray of two bottles of lager, glasses and headed up to room 412.



My heart was beating fast and my cock already stirring as I knocked on the door. I heard the answer to come in, and took a deep breath as I used my access key to open the door.



Room 412 is one of our best – a corner suite, King size bed with study, sitting area, bath and shower. Andy Mills was sitting up on the bed, naked with a towel wrapped around his waist. I looked up at the TV screen to see he was watching a blonde slut with big tits sucking on a big black cock. Wouldn’t have been my choice of skin-flick but I guess the woman was pretty hot and actually reminded me a bit of Andy’s wife.



Andy was smirking at me like a Cheshire cat. I put the beer down by the side of the bed and opened one, he picked up the bottle, took a sip. With the other hand I could see he was slowly massaging his cock, manipulating it in such a way that the towel slowly parted and I could see his length growing in his hand.



“I’m glad you’re working tonight. Somehow I knew you would be. After last time it seems like you might be my new lucky charm, so, what are you waiting for…you know what service I really want.” With that he gestured to his stiff 8 inches and looked up at me, sipping his beer.



I don’t know why, but there was something magnetic about him and his cock, I didn’t need to be asked twice. I positioned myself on the bed, took his thick cock in my hands and licked the bell-end, slowly kissing his knob and sliding my tongue around the shaft.



He breathed heavily, then I felt the weight of his hand on my head, pushing me onto his meaty cock. I closed my eyes and sucked him the best way I knew how. I could hear the slurping and groaning of the porno playing in the background, as well as Andy’s heavy breathing in-between him sipping his lager.



I looked up at him, I was pleased to see his focus was on me, and the performance I was giving bobbing up and down on his cock.



“You’re good at this, even better than I remembered” he said, I was strangely proud of my cock-sucking prowess.



He suddenly moved off the bed and stood up, I moved my head, trying not to let his cock be away from my lips for any longer than could be helped. Eventually I was kneeling below him, sucking on his cock from my position on the floor, I moved my head down and began licking on his balls, sucking and teasing – knowing how sensitive they were.



“Good boy” he whispered “do you want some beer? I think you’re earning it”



I looked up and nodded, expecting him to pass me the second bottle, instead he smiled and moved his own bottle down to the tip of his dick. Gently and slowly he tilted the bottle and began pouring lager onto his cock, letting it spill down his shaft onto my face and mouth as I looked up at him.



I licked and sucked eagerly at his beer-soaked cock, trying to catch as much as possible. My tongue went into overdrive, lapping at his groin like a thirsty dog. The taste of cock and beer was somehow manly and dirty at the same time, I loved it.



After this, I set to work trying to deep throat his eight inches again, it was easier this time, I controlled my breathing and forced myself deeper, not worrying about my eyes watering. Suddenly after about 3 minutes of intensive sucking Andy pulled his cock out of my mouth and started slapping my face with it. My hot cheeks were red and moist with saliva, tears and sweat, I wanted to get that cock back into my mouth and I also wished I could release my own cock and get some attention myself.



Looking over at the TV screen I noticed the big black cock was now fucking the blonde, at first all I could see was two black butt-cheeks pounding away at a bundle of white flesh and blond hair, as the camera repositioned I realised the guttural moaning of the slut was not just because of the mammoth cock she was taking, but that he was giving it to her in her asshole.



“There is something else” Andy started, I hoped at last he was going to offer some reciprocation.



“Last year before the European cup final, the missus knew how important it was so she let me brake the gaffer’s sex ban rules…in fact it was so important to me she let me fuck her tight little ass. I felt like the king of the world the next morning, scored a hat-trick that match!”



I continued sucking on his cock as he told me this hot story about his wife, I couldn’t believe she let him fuck her ass, but then I remembered that match, probably one of the happiest days of my life as a football supported when we won the European cup, Andy had been on the best form I’d ever seen.



“So, how about it?”



He said it so nonchalantly I didn’t quite connect what he was asking. As he lent over and started rubbing my ass through my work trousers I suddenly understood the full force of what he was asking.



“I’ve noticed through your uniform, your ass is pert just like hers, I bet it’s pretty tight too…the missus said once she got used to the sensation it wasn’t so bad”



“No fucking way, mate” I spat the words out: “Giving you a blowjob was a favour to help you out before the match, but I’m not gay and nothing goes near my ass, not even my girlfriends fingers”



“I was worried you might say that” Andy seemed un-phased pulling his cock out of my mouth, I watched him walk over to the study area, grab his laptop and bring it back to the bed, his big cock and low balls bobbing around as he did.



He use the remote to mute the TV and opened a file on his laptop:



“You might like to see a different movie I was watching earlier, I made it myself last time with the camera on my phone”



I watched in horror as I saw my own face bobbing up and down on his thrusting cock, my eyes were closed, I had no idea he was filming our last session – the camera must have been hidden on the bedside. He skipped the film forward and I saw my face covered in his hot spunk.



“What the fuck….Jesus, I had no idea…” I could barely form a sentence as my mind raced…what the hell is he going to do with this film.



“You can’t really tell who’s cock it is, but it’s pretty clear it’s your eager mouth…your face looks pretty sexy covered in my cum…I got off a few times editing this together.” He smilled and yanked his cock, keeping it hard.



“Come on, it’s obvious you love my cock…and you couldn’t get up here fast enough tonight. So how about you let me have a go at your ass? Secretly I think you want it, and I need this to be on my best form tomorrow. That way no one else needs to see this little home movie of ours.”



I thought about it carefully, my family, my girlfriend, my mates, my job…the damage to my life would be unimaginable if he were to put this onto the internet or send it to someone. I was hungry for his cock in my mouth and I’d even imaginged him sucking me off, but having him fuck my arse… the only thing worse would be that film getting out.



I looked back at him, he was smiling at me, his rugged face and curly black hair made him look like a mischievous schoolboy asking for a second helping of dessert, rather than a horny footballer blackmailing me into submitting my anal-virginity to him.



“Okay” I whispered.



He leaned forward, so his face was next to mine and whispered:



“I can’t hear you, tell me what you want to do?”



“I said, okay, you can fuck my arsehole” I spat the words out and closed my eyes in shame



“Don’t worry, I appreciate you helping me out, I’ll start off nice and gentle.”



He pushed his cock into my face, saying



“Why don’t you keep this hard, while you get your trousers off”.



I tried to get back into the rhythm of sucking him as I unbuckled my belt and pulled my trousers and boxer shorts down to my knees. Despite everything running through my mind, my cock was still pretty hard. As Andy lifted me up by my arms and lent me over the bed I could feel my hard on pressing at my chest.



He grabbed a condom from his side-table and I heard him put it on, I looked over at the porn on the TV screen, the big black cock was pumping streams of white cum over the blonde’s face and tits. I watched it running again in slow motion and tried not to think about the image in this room. Andy’s naked muscular body and 8 inch cock, lining up behind me, bent over the edge of the bed with my trousers around my knees and my shirt held half way up my back. Waiting for him to fuck me.



I looked forward and saw his face and my own reflected in a big mirror, he smiled at me and licked his lips. He spat in his hand and rubbed his saliva between my ass cheeks, fingering my tight ring, moistening it up. He repeated the action, and then also spat onto the end of his rubbered up cock.



He grabbed a small bottle from the bedside and leant forward:



“Take a sniff of this – it’ll help open you up”



With that he wrapped his arms around my head, without warning he placed the bottle beneath my face. The smell of poppers I recognised from when someone brought them into school years ago…suddenly it filled my nose and went instantly to my head and I felt my cock soften slightly as I relaxed.



He slowly pushed his cock between my pert white ass cheeks, and positioned the head at my rim, he smiled again as I felt him lift his weight up and put his hold body behind that first initial thrust. I honestly never felt anything like this pain, the fullness in my arse was blowing my mind, the stretching of my ring was like all hell. I winced in pain, my eyes watering. I let out a guttural moan just like the blonde slut in the porno movie.



Andy kept on sliding himself forward and back into my hole, nice and slow as I got used to the feeling. His hands on the middle of my back, almost massaging me to take my mind off it. After about two minutes of this he leant foward and I could feel the weight of his body on me and whispered into my ear:



“See, not too bad…you’re a lot tighter than my missus too. I think I’m going to enjoy this.”



I have to admit the pain had begun to subside at that point, and in fact, his cock seemed to be causing a reaction within me that only seemed to make my own dick harder than it ever was before, stimulating it without even needing to touch it.



Now though the massaging of my back and the slow gentle strokes stopped, I watched him in the mirror as he grabbed my hips and started bucking faster into me, I could hear his groin slapping on my butt cheeks in an accelerating rhythm, the sharper thrusts were making his low hanging balls slap against my own as he forced my body down and my ass up into the air.



It didn’t hurt anymore and in fact I was getting turned on, my competitive streak felt challenged and I found myself trying to push back against his rhythm and take him deeper with each stroke to see if I could take all 8 inches of his monster cock.



Suddenly I watched in the mirror as his hand rose up and slapped down across my ass cheeks, the type of spanking motion you see guys making in rap videos or porn:



“Take it you dirty bitch, you love that cock in your naughty little ass”



He spanked me again and then lent forward, wrapping his arms around my body to squeeze my nipples. The sensation was amazing, I hoped he would go further and grope my 7 inch hard on, but he just kept playing with my nipples as he ground his length inside my ass.



Next he slipped his cock out of my hole and took a few deep breaths of recovery:



“I want to watch you bounce your ass on my cock” he announced as he sat on the bed and drank from the second bottle of beer.



I was already kicking off my shoes, trousers and boxers (which were now around my ankles. I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it on the floor, jumped onto the bed and straddled him, facing away from him toward the TV (where a new porn scene was now rolling with a brunette getting double teamed by two hairy muscle dudes – both with massive cocks).



Andy lent forward and spat out a spray of lager onto my asshole to help lube me up, I could also hear him tipping a little onto his hands and using it to re-lube the johnny that was still encasing his mammoth cock. He held his it up straight as I crouched over it and slowly lowered myself onto it. Not even thinking about how quickly I’d adapted to the role of anal-slut.



Looking to my side I could see him in the mirror sipping beer and watching my arse swallowing his manhood. I could see myself too, crouching, bouncing my ass up and down with longer and deeper strokes as I grew in confidence. He put down the bottle and grabbed my hips, controlling my rhythm and using me almost like a blow-up doll on his dick.



Without comment, he repositioned himself slightly and started going at my ass doggy style, he seemed to like this position and began fucking me fast and furious. I let one of my hands cup my cock and balls quickly and desperately wanted to bring myself off, but had to stop to balance myself against the force of Andy’s ass-fucking.



“Fuck yes, I’m so fucking close, we need to slow down, I don’t want to cum yet.”



He pulled out of me – I could see him in the mirror – stood on the bed, towering over me, finishing his beer. After the last 20 minutes of ass pounding suddenly I felt empty, kneeling with my ass in the air, desperate for more hard fucking punishment. I felt his fingers pushing into me, keeping me open, then I heard him laugh to himself and say:



“I think your going to like this old son, just relax”



As I felt something cold and hard against my ass cheeks. In the mirror I saw him, grinning broadly and playing with his cock with one hand as the other pushed the beer bottle into my arse.



My eyes widened in fear, but before I could do or say anything I could feel the glass inside me, filling the space left by his boner a minute ago, it was cold and hard and he had to be a lot gentler as he slid it into me but I was surprised at how easily I could take it.



Once it was in, he just left it there, I held it in me with my ass cheeks. Removing his condom he moved round to offer his cock to my mouth, leaning over to dildo my ass with the bottle. I took his cock in my lips and for the first time felt full from both ends as I sucked his meat. It was incredible, so dirty and weird but the hardness of my own cock told me it was the horniest position I’d ever been in.



Andy’s pace increased as he fucked my face and ass simultaneously, I was sucking him so hard I thought his dick would fall off. Slowly he pulled the bottle out of my ass and dropped it on the bed, as he did he pulled his groin away from my face



“I’m gonna cum all over your pert ass cheeks” he pushed me down and sat on back, beating his cock over my arse.”



“Oh my fucking god” he groaned and in the mirror I saw his whole body tighten and I felt the hot strings of spunk spraying over my buttcheeks.



He rubbed his cock around, smearing my fleshy cheeks with his cum, then he leant back and fed his cock into my mouth so I could taste him one last time. Since my first taste of cum I’d waited for this moment, and generously sucked and licked his softening cock clean. Looking up to his face, as he smiled and closed his eyes.



He lay back onto the bed, I used the bathroom to wash myself off (I didn’t have time for a full shower, and wanted to keep the smell of sex and him on me for the rest of my shift). I quickly pulled my uniform back on and left – he had already fallen asleep.



As the high of the sex and the poppers subsided I spent the rest of my shift with a semi-hard cock, and having to avoid sitting down due to the pain in my arsehole – thinking of how after all this I was definitely going to make Andy take my load next time!

Something weird happened last night and I am very conflicted about it. I’ve been traveling across the country with my band and we’ve been crashing in people’s houses along the way. They’re small shows, we’re barely breaking even financially and if we can keep that up it will be a huge success. Our fan base is growing so that’s cool. Sadly there are not a lot of girls among them. They’re mostly college guys, frat guys, which is counter our own punk lifestyles but so long as they like the music, we’re cool with it.



Anyway, last night we were all crashing at this house. It was your standard over stuffed rented college guy house, it was 3 to a bedroom before we got there. They were a rough bunch of jocks, but they were also pretty good hosts. We all smoked their pot, drank their beer, and played their video games. They had this huge tv bolted high up to wall. The rest of the place was pretty shabby but their entertainment system was incredible. I guess that’s were all their money went.



6 of us in the band with 12 of them from the house were all packed shoulder to shoulder on one big couch and a love seat.



One by one the weed and beer did its trick and people are passing out where they sit, no one made it to the rooms. Penises were drawn on faces, I think somebody even got pee’d on. I was one of the last to fall asleep, but apparently not the first to wake up.



It’s hours latter and my mouth was dry and my back was aching. The room smelled like sweat and stale beer and staler weed. I could hear the tap tap of a two game controllers being used. My eyes just barely open and I scan the room. Everyone was asleep except two guys. One was our base player Jamie. He’s more emo than he is punk but he plays a mean base guitar. He fusses over his long, straight black hair, it has a few green highlights. Lip ring, tongue ring, nose stud, 4 or 5 rings in his ears. He’s lucky we can’t afford to fly; he’d never make it through a metal detectors. He’s barely 18 and definitely what you would call a pretty boy. Whatever female fans make it to our shows he’s usually the one to scoop them up. But that morning he was sitting on the lap of Mike, one of the guys from the house we were crashing. They were playing video games with the sound muted. Mike has a smug grin and Jamie looks irritated.



“Shit!” Jamie said.



“Ha ha, you lost again, bitch.” Mike says. He’s the kind of guy who will say “bitch,” a lot throughout the day. Mike’s big and hairy. Probably plays rugby or something. He wears a striped polo shirt, board shorts.



“Fuck you, what now?” Jamie asks, then he takes a massive hit on the bong and passes it behind him to Mike. These guys have clearly kept the party going all night. It must close to close to 7am.



Mike makes his voice extra lecherous, teasing. “Now you give me that lap dance.”



“This is so gay, you’re an asshole.”



“Just do it, faggot.” Jamie told him to fuck off, but at the same time he started mechanically gyrating on top of Mike’s jeans while they played another round. Anyone else in the band would have stormed off, but to Jamie if he lost a bet he has to pay up no matter what. He’s only 18, friendly bet’s are still like iron law to him, the idea if walking away wouldn’t occur to him. His tight emo girl jeans rub up and down on Mike’s crotch, it’s hilarious. The ultimate humiliation.



Mike turned his head and cought me watching, he put a finger to his lips and I winked back. At some point I’ll yelled and scare Jamie, he’ll be so embarrassed. I knew what they were doing. For every game one person lost they had to humiliate themselves in some gay-ass way that also made it harder to play. Like sitting on the other guys lap. If you kept loosing it went farther, though lap dance was as far as I’ve ever seen it go. It was all I could do to keep from laughing. The TV was bolted up to wall so Mike could see it above Jamie’s head. Jamie was having a hard time concentrating while he moved his butt back and forth on top of Mike’s shorts. Then the light flickered on the screen and I knew Jamie lost again. “God damn it, what now.”



“Man, you suck at this, I wonder what else you SUCK at.”



“Fuck you.”



“At this level it’s pants off.”



“What?”



“You heard me, it keeps going farther until you win one. I thought you played this before.”



“I have, but…”



“But nothing. Take my your pants off and take mine off too like a good little bitch.” Resigned he took off his pants, and slid Mike’s down as well.



“If anyone wakes up you know what this will look like?”



Mike’s laugh was deep and throaty. “Ha, maybe trying winning before someone comes to (he winked at me), or they’ll see what a bitch-ass fag you.” I had to swallow to keep from giggling out loud. Jamie winced as he sat his butt down on Mike’s hairy legs. He tried to avoid Mike’s crotch but with all the sweat between them his ass kept sliding down from Mike’s thighs to his bulge. He gave up fighting gravity then he just tried to remain still. They started a new game. “Hey, hey bitch. You keep that ba-donka-donk moving. You haven’t even earned your pants back yet, you don’t get to quit dancing.” Jamie restarted his lap dance moving up and down with a mad look. I thought it was so funny until I saw Mike’s cock through his underwear. It was huge! There is nothing funny about a cock that big. Holy shit it was big, and getting bigger. With each up and down it grew. I felt bad for Jamie all of a sudden. It’s got to be scary to be so close to wang like that. But suddenly Jamie got hopeful, the game was close, he was going to get his pants back. This rubbing was clearly distracting Mike as much as it was Jamie, noticing this Jamie sped it up and really starting backing that thing up into Mike. Mike’s eyes went wide. Then right when Jamie was about to win, Mike humps up and slams his half hard penis threw his boxers past Jamie’s cheeks to hit his asshole through his own tight colorful designer briefs. Jamie yelped up and his butt clenched, Mike swooped in and won the game.



“Dude, what the fuck!?” Whispering as loud as he could without yelling. “You knocked my hole with your dick!”



“Ha ha, under wear off.”



“You’re sick man, this sick.” Sulking, Jamie slide his tight underpants off, he was completely hairless. I already knew about that. His grooming habits were something we already made fun of him for. Then he got on his knees and pulled Mike’s pants down. This was going crazy-far. I felt like I should say something. I thought I should yell to Jamie, tell him he doesn’t have to do this, but I didn’t. I just stared on as Mike abused and humiliated my young band mate. Jamie couldn’t help but stare at Mike’s big angry cock. “What, you distracted, bitch?”



Very quietly this time. “Um… fuck you.” They play another game, both sweaty and naked from the waist down. Mike smiled with perverse domination, his face contorted as Jamie’s smooth naked ass slid up and down his massive cock. I wonder if a cock that big feels twice the pleasure as normal cock? That’s weird thought. I bet no girl has ever been so compliant with Mike, he’s finally found someone he can bully all the way to the limit. Jamie’s look of disgust is changed into something more horrified as Mike’s penis stimulated the outside of his asshole.. It was fully erect then, it’s huge mushroom head leaked against Jamie’s ass.



I saw Jamie’s face react and I could tell he felt the sticky pre-cum, it would feel different from the sweat. The sound is different to. Jamie can barely pay attention to the screen and Mike win’s again barely having to play. Mike doesn’t have to say it, Jamie knows what’s next. He knows he shouldn’t have let himself get distracted that time, it was his last chance to walk away with his manhood intact.



“No…” He squeaks. Mike positions his dick at Jamie’s asshole. Its sweaty and slimy, no lube need. Suddenly I saw Jamie realize something. He matured a bit and suddenly knew he could walk away.



But its to late and the head of Mike’s penis is pushing at his hole. Then it pops in and Jamie drops the controller, his mouth makes a silent scream and he slowly starts to slide the long way down to the base of the shaft, just a millimeter at a time. “This… can’t… be… happening…”



“Oh god that’s tight.”



“Oh Mike, no…”



“I can’t believe you did it, I never thought you’d do it. You must be one horny faggot.”



“I’m not… ugh… I’m not…”



“How’s it feel? How’s my big dick feel up your ass?



“It’s weird.”



“Does it still hurt?” Suddenly Mike sounds a little tender, understanding.



“Less, it feels…”



“How about now!” Mike humped up powerfully and Jamie has to bite his lip to keep from screaming. Its not just pain anymore, that thrust must have triggered something because his previously flaccid dick is starting to rise. “Pick up your controller, fruit, we’re still playing.” Jamie lifts his controller up by the chord with a confused look on face. If he’s not gay why is he getting hard? Mike humps again and again while Jamie tries to play the game. Fucking Jamie seems to be helping Mike’s focus, but Jamie can barely paying attention. With each thrust of Mikes massive cock inside him Jamie’s dick plumps up, and soon its rock hard. Hump, hump, then its harder than rock hard, its shaking



“Man, a hole is hole but you are fucking tight.” Mike says. “How does it feel, my dick sliding in and out of you?”



“Oh god, it’s…” Jamie’s face goes red he’s so ashamed.



Mike stops thrusting for a moment. “Say it.”



“It feels good Mike. Oh god it’s so weird but it feels good, I’ve never been this hard.”



“Mmm, feel it, feel it all inside you. Oh yeah, I’m going to turn you into a whore.”



“No, don’t make me a whore!”



“When I cum inside you that will be it, you can never change that. You will always have a man’s semen inside your ass.”



“Please don’t cum inside me, I don’t want to be fag…”



Is that how it works? I wondered. I don’t know, but I can tell you when Jamie came he going to came so hard he wont be able to live the rest of his life without getting fucked like that again. He really will be whore. I’m not fag, but maybe I can help him out in that regard. I have gotten so hard watching Mike fuck Jamie. Mike is speeding up, Jamie drops his controller but Mike is still playing and fucking him at the same time.



“Ugh, just… ugh, just don’t cum in…” Jamie arches his back.



“Shut up. Oh fuck.”



“No, no, no, fuck I’m cumming too!”



Mike ejaculates a huge load inside Jamie, filling his ass up. At the same time Jamie cums so hard he hits the wall accross the room, just narrowly missing a passed out frat guy. Actually it drips down into the guy’s hair, hopefully he won’t ask why he’s sticky before we leave.



Mike pushes Jamie off his lap in disgust. Then he whips his dick off in Jamie’s. “Gross, you’re a fucking faggot. I knew it. You better be out of here before noon, whore.”



Mike looks back at me and laughs, then walks away. Jamie stays on all fours for a minute, naked ass in the air, still in shock. In shock over being used and abuse like that, and in shock over having a wall spattering orgasm without ever touching his dick. Another man’s cum drips down his asshole and hits his foot. That breaks him out of it. Jamie finds his pants and goes off. Maybe he was looking for the bathroom, maybe he was looking for one last fuck before noon. I pretend to be asleep for another minute and then head to the van. I pull one of Jamie’s shirt’s out of his bag and jack off right into it. I cover the whole thing, it feels so good, then I stuff it back in his pack. He won’t know who did it, all he’ll know is one of his band mates knows what a whore he is. Let him think about that for a while.

Inspired [and untrue] by a lovely lady whom I miss very much! Short and [very] sweet and to the point! Oh that it had happened!



A short ‘stroke’ story in Non Consent but, as is obvious from the title, it is about ANAL sex. If it ‘floats your boat’ enjoy.




*



“What the fuck . . .?” Sammi growled, as she tried to move. “What have you done?”



“Put you in the ‘correct’ position,” I said smiling down at her. Being as her head was resting face down on the seat of my sofa with her arse positioned high over the arm, it wasn’t surprising she was a trifle upset. Add to that the fact that she was naked, her wrists tied together, a 4 inch belt around her waist holding her in place, and her ankles fixed 18 inches apart by a stiff ankle brace, she had every right to be even more annoyed with me than she usually was.



Our love/hate relationship had blossomed into exciting sex: hot and hard. Sammi is aggressive, demanding, and dominant in bed, and tons of FUN [out of bed as well!]. She would not, however, let me fuck her arse – and her arse is glorious – and I really did want to fuck her there: and she knew it! She would take great pleasure in teasing: in suggesting that a desire to bugger a woman showed latent homosexuality. I would laugh and tell her how fuckable her arse was – when kneeling, or like she was now bent over the sofa arm.



“I only said tie my hands you bastard! What’s with the belt? And my ankles?”



“To hold you in place,” I smiled again. “You did lose after all!” We had played a ‘friendly’ game of forfeits over Scrabble [yes I know - but some down time is needed even on Cialis!]. Sammi had narrowly lost and her forfeit was to have her hands tied and be fucked over the sofa arm – something which she [and I, come to that] enjoyed immensely. She took particular delight in winding me up about her arse in that position as well! Well, now it was my turn!



“You bastard!” she said angrily. “Why?”



“Because Sammi, my angel, I am going to fuck your arse!” I gazed down awaiting her response.



“No, you fucking aren’t!” she responded.



“I think I am, Sammi: long, hard, and deep!”



“You bugger!” she said, then realised the significance of the word, as I nodded with a smile. “You know I don’t like it!”



“No Sammi! No! I don’t know that you ‘don’t like it’. You have never been fucked in the arse, so how can either of us know whether you like it or not? I know I will!” I added with a friendly leer.



“Rape! You know I don’t want to do that! You are going to rape my arse, you bastard!” It was not unusual for us to use this kind of language as we fucked. It was part of the fun.



“You ‘don’t want to do it’,” I repeated pensively, “why do you keep talking about it then? Why tease and tempt me when you know how much I want you like that?”



“I like winding you up. Doesn’t mean I want it,” she grumbled. “Anyway – I don’t want you to fuck my arse! There! Now let me go!”



“No!”



“I will get you, you bastard,” she said, her eyes like ice daggers.



“Tell you what,” I said with a smile, “if you don’t like it, you can use this,” I showed her a slim prostate massager, “on me. How about that?”



“I still don’t want my arse fucked,” she said icily.



“Well, that is a shame, Sammi love, because it IS going to get fucked!” It was obvious to see Sammi’s anger and reluctance. I knew for certain she was an ‘anal virgin’ and, whilst I was going to deal with that [apparently against her will] it was my intention that she should ultimately enjoy it. After all, I did want to do it again! “So you will have to get used to the idea.”



True – she could report me for ‘raping’ her arse because, just now, she did not agree. I didn’t think she would! Leave: beat me with a stick: shout and scream at me, perhaps even castrate me — yes, but I didn’t think she would report me. I hoped, of course, that she would enjoy it in the end [forgive the pun]. She did enjoy being restrained, so that might help.



“l will get you for this,” she replied, seeming to accept her fate.



“I am sure,” I said with a smile, “but not before this,” I held my almost fully erect 7 inch cock in my hand, “deposits a load of spunk in your bowels!” I moved to the end of the sofa, behind Sammi, and gazed at her gorgeous arse. Not small and by no means a ‘bubble butt’, her arse was that of a grown woman: fulsome and shapely with a petulant upturn. Her cheeks were firm to the touch but with enough ‘give’ to make a wonderful cushion. The valley between was shallow and now, legs parted as they were, it was fully open and her cunt [adorable from the back] and anus clearly visible and, more to the point, available.



I suppose some would say that it was foolish to call this sight beautiful but, trust me, it was and is. Sammi’s anus is a star – a surprisingly large star considering her anal virginity – and a very lovely star indeed. Her cunt, from the back, is fully in view and fucking her ‘doggy’ is an absolute delight.



Sammi shuddered as my hands caressed her cheeks and thighs. I knelt, bringing my head level with her arse, and continued to enjoy the tactile pleasure of my hands on her skin. My caressing, stroking, and squeezing her cheeks seemed to be pleasing Sammi, as I caught a soft sigh and an ebbing of tension from her body. Realist that she was, I was sure she had accepted her position and decided to make the best of it.



I had done this before. Sammi is not averse to anal play – she just wouldn’t let me fuck her there. Nor did the play become quite so ‘specific’ or as lengthy as it would just now.



I continued to caress her arse, then lowered my head and breathed onto her cunt. A long, drawn out, sigh escaped Sammi’s lips as I followed this with my tongue running gently between her nether lips. Pushing between the swelling labia, I began to taste her. My tongue probed deeper – a little more difficult from the back but rewarding! I heard a low moan as I lapped at her cunt and sucked on her lips. Moving my whole head from side to side, I probed with my tongue; my lips meeting hers.



I felt a shudder and more liquid flowed into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed, savouring the taste of her. Sammi was softly crying “Yes! Oh yesssss! Oh you bastard!”



I lifted my head away from the heaven of her cunt. “Language!” I said laughing.



“Bloody bastard,” she said breathlessly, “you made me cum!”



“Good,” I said. “I hope I can do it again!”



“You really ARE going to fuck my arse?” Sammi asked softly.



“Absolutely!” I said. “We will finally find out whether you like a cock in there.”



“Bastard! It will hurt?” she said her eyes on fire.



“Possibly,” I replied, “but hopefully not much, nor for too long.” I laughed, “Honestly Sammi, I do want you to enjoy this!”



“Yeah! I know,” she said cynically, “I bet you’re gonna hate it!”



I stroked her arse, running my fingers over her anus. “No Sammi love. As you well know, I will enjoy your virgin arse immensely. But I will take care to try to make it good for you. Forget all those stories about anal rape, big cocks, and ‘dry’ runs. I will do it properly. And I intend to begin by sticking my tongue in your arse!” So saying I bent my head to the star that was her anus.



I ran my tongue from the back of her cunt, across her sensitive perineum, and over her delightful anus. I felt a shudder as my tongue lingered around the tight muscle. I kissed and licked the sensitive sides of her anal valley before concentrating on her tempting star. Round and round I swept my tongue rimming her arsehole and causing low sighs and shudders from Sammi.



Finally I concentrated on the centre, probing gently at first. She was wonderfully tight as the tip of my tongue pushed at the muscle. Sammi resisted. “Oh you bastard! What are you doing?”



I raised my head and laughed. “Getting my tongue into your gorgeous arsehole. Just relax and enjoy.”



“I don’t want your bloody tongue in my arse,” she said angrily.



“That’s a shame,” I responded, “because I want to put it there! I’m getting your arse ready for my cock – properly.”



“You’re really ARE going to do it?” she asked again.



“Yes Sammi, I am. I’ve wanted your arse since early on – and you knew it. You sent pictures, you teased, and you tempted, but always drew back. Well, you gorgeous creature, tonight I take you there.”



“Don’t hurt me,” she whispered quietly.



I bent and kissed her cheek, “Only as much as is absolutely necessary!” Sammi shivered as I bent my head back to her arse crack. I continued to wash the sensual valley with my tongue, stopping now and again to concentrate on her tight sphincter. I was enjoying myself tasting her. Finally I probed the muscle harder with my rolled tongue, pushing at the resistance. I could hear Sammi groaning, so I assumed that she was beginning to gain some enjoyment from my ministrations. Then I felt the slightest relaxation of her tightness and, pressing my tongue ever harder, breached her forbidden place.



“Ooooooooohhh!” I heard, not sure if a sound of pleasure, embarrassment, or discomfort. I took no notice, just pushed my tongue inside her arsehole and savoured the elastic muscle gripping the tip. I used my thumbs to part her cheeks wider, opening her anus allowing even further penetration. Sammi began to try to move her arse from side to side- to get away – but I gave her cheek a sharp slap. “Still!” I said firmly, raising my head from her anus. “You can’t get away, Sammi love, so you might as well get used to it. I’m about to tongue fuck your arse!”



“Oh god,” was all I heard from Sammi as my tongue returned to her arsehole. Quickly past any resistance [was Sammi beginning to enjoy this?] I began to tongue fuck her arse as promised. Such a wonderful feeling as her sphincter gave in but was still so tight. After a while I started to sense, rather than feel, the slightest movement by Sammi back into me. She could not move much, fixed as she was, but I thought she was beginning to have fun! To be honest I have not met a woman who did not like her anus licked and tongue fucked, so I wasn’t surprised. Her true trial would begin shortly!



I felt a shudder and heard a loud groan. Had Sammi had an orgasm? I hoped so. I really did want her to enjoy this! It was time to move on, however.



Lifting my head I reached for the Astroglide, dripping some onto her anus. “FUCK! That’s bloody cold.”



“Sorry!” I said laughing, “I’ll warm you up!” So saying, I used middle and fore fingers to stroke the lube around her beautiful star.



“Oh, you bastard!” Sammi breathed, as I added some more then pressed the tip of my middle finger into the centre of her sphincter.



“Relax Sammi, let it in!”



“No! I DON’T want my arse fucked you bugger . . . shit bastard!” I pushed harder and, of course, my finger slipped past her resistance and into her arse up to the first joint. “Oh fuck. That’s BIG!”



I laughed, “Not that big, Sammi love. It’s just my finger.” I bent forward and whispered in her ear, “My cock is 3 times bigger than that – as you well know!” Sammi shivered then groaned as I fed more of my finger into her arse. She was bloody tight. Her sphincter gripped as I started to draw it back. I dripped more lube onto her arsehole and started to work it into her rectum. I honestly believe that the secret of getting a woman [or a man I suppose!] to enjoy a cock in her arse is lube, lube, and more lube!



I was working my finger back and forth inside her arse and I began to feel a loosening, a slow release of tension in her body. Adding even more lube, I pushed deeper until she was taking the whole 4 inches of my middle finger. This brought a soft yelp from Sammi.



“You like that, Sammi love?”



“No!” she spat, but her body betrayed her as she again made a small movement back to meet my finger.



“Liar!” I smiled, “you’re enjoying this. You like my finger in your arse.” I said as I fucked her tight arsehole harder and faster.



“Oh god! Oh fuck!” groaned Sammi.



Time to test things out. “Shall I stop Sammi?”



“Oh, stop? No! No, don’t stop. Oh you bugger – what are you doing to me?”



“I’m showing you, Sammi darling, that your most delightful arse is a route to pleasure for both of us.” I kept my finger sliding in and out of her arse as I said this then, as gently as I could and dripping down more lube, added my forefinger to the middle and slowly pushed back inside.



“Shit! What the fuck is that?” Sammi cried.



“Just another finger, Sammi love – I have got four of them if you’d like!”



“Oh you bastard! You wouldn’t! You can’t! You couldn’t! They wouldn’t fit!”



“Oh Sammi, Sammi love – I’m kidding. Just two! Incidentally, I could but I won’t and they would fit. Be a bit of a struggle though,” I laughed. I was enjoying ‘playing’ with her. I loved our word trysts: arguments if you like. I pushed gently past the lessening resistance of her anus until both fingers were in to the second joint. I could feel the tension in Sammi’s body, especially her arse, as she dealt with the larger intrusion. I had one finger on top of the other [slightly smaller that way and easier to get past the tight sphincter!] and I began to fuck her arsehole slowly. Sammi’s arse felt even tighter now, though slippery with the lube, and my fingers slid easily.



Sammi shivered and a groan escaped her lips. I pushed deeper until she was taking the full length of my fingers. Again, I sensed, rather than felt, a reduction in tension as she got used to the feeling. I was enjoying the power over her and the sheer naughtiness of finger fucking her arse. My cock was rock hard and at full size. I am not enormous, just over 7 inches at best [like now!] and 2 inches across at the base. Not too big, not too small. Take it from me – if you like anal, size DOES matter!



After a short while I shifted fingers to side by side thus widening the intrusion of her arse. “Oh fuck – what’s that,” Sammi groaned breathlessly.



“Same fingers Sammi. My cock soon: quite a bit bigger than my fingers.” Then I began to rotate my fingers to widen and loosen the muscle even more. I added more lube at the same time.



“Fuck!!” shouted Sammi, “what the . . . .?”



“Now, now Sammi,” I said, smiling down at her. “I am just loosening your beautifully tight arsehole ready for my cock. It’s pretty hard just now,” I added with a smile.



“You are a bastard!” she cried. “I will get you!”



I didn’t reply, just removed my fingers from her arse and stroked lube along my cock. Then, taking position, I placed the head in the shallow depression of her anus.



“No!” she shouted, as I began to push. She gave in surprisingly quickly, my cock head slipping easily inside. “Oh god! It’s too big! Fuck!” Sammi cried breathlessly. I stayed still enjoying the tight ring of muscle gripping my cock just below the head. Always a difficult time, as the desire to drive deep inside is almost overpowering. Not a good idea with an anal virgin! It is being taken like that that puts so many women off anal sex. Far better to take things slowly and try to make sure she enjoys it the first time; and every time afterward!



Sammi continued to swear and tell me it was too big. I just held my cock there for a little while then pushed another 2 inches into her rectum. Her arsehole was exquisitely tight, but slippery, as I glided into her. More expletives issued breathlessly from Sammi, but I ignored them and stilled again. Looking down I could see my cock splitting the cheeks of her arse, stretching her anus. I had to take a very deep breath to maintain control.



Again I waited a while, absolutely still, before withdrawing a little then pushing back into her, adding another 2 inches of hard cock.



Sammi swore again and her arsehole flexed and gripped even tighter – it was pure heaven and very difficult not to fill her rectum with spunk too early. I started to withdraw again. My cock is fairly symmetrical so, once the head was in, she wasn’t going to be stretched a great deal more until her anus was at the base, where I was a bit bigger in circumference. So the effect now was to let her feel my cock sliding along her sphincter without too much more stretching. Slowly I moved back until almost out, then slowly back in. I added more lube and was very gentle just now, trying to ease any pain or discomfort Sammi was feeling.



I worked my cock back and forth very slowly in her arsehole for several minutes, enjoying each moment. The tight slickness of her rectum that gripped my cock: the ring of her sphincter sliding along my cock: the erotic picture of my erection spearing the upturned heart of her arse.



Sammi seemed to have relaxed. She was quiet just now and I wondered if, indeed hoped that, she was beginning to derive some pleasure from her first arsefuck! After this so enjoyable – and not a little difficult — experience, I started to push a little deeper on each forward stroke. Sammi began to moan then, sighing softly, as I filled her arse with more and more of my hard cock. Finally my thighs met the cheeks of her arse – I was completely buried in the beautiful arse of this delectable young woman. Bottoming out [excuse the pun] like this is the most wonderful feeling – a feeling to die for!



I had to take a very deep breath and remain absolutely still as I revelled in the heat of her darkest place gripping my cock. Sammi too, was very still – outwardly anyway. Inside her arse seemed alive, gripping then releasing my cock as if testing her feelings. It was very difficult, again, not to cum before I really fucked her arse properly – and I wanted to do that!



I leaned forward now and whispered in her ear. “Well Sammi, how does that feel: your fist anal?”



“Oh fuck! You bastard,” she said breathlessly. “It’s so fucking BIG!”



“Not that big, Sammi love – it just feels that way!”



“Is that it?” she asked quietly.



Concerned, I said, “Is it hurting Sammi?”



“It did,” she whispered, “you bastard,” this louder, then softly, “but it doesn’t now – feels sort of funny.”



“Good?”



“Sort of – I don’t know – is it finished?” she asked again, her rectum flexing around my buried cock.



“No, Sammi love, now your arse is going to get fucked!”



“Oh,” she said quietly, apparently accepting her fate. Now was time to take my pleasure. Moving the whole length of my cock back out of her tight arse, I drove back inside, as deep and as hard as I could. Sammi cried out something unintelligible as I thrust back and forth again and again, my thighs slapping her cheeks.



I don’t know how long I fucked Sammi’s gorgeous arse like this before I lifted my left foot onto the sofa seat, changing the angle that I was driving into her. She moaned loudly and then, “Mike – oh you bastard,” she moaned breathlessly. I felt her body shudder and spasm. Her rectum and anus gripped even tighter and she yelled my name again.



My whole world was focused on my cock just then. Hard as an iron bar, driving back and forth in her arse. It was not long before I felt the familiar feeling at the base of my spine: felt my balls tighten, my cock swell then pulse. ‘Le petite mort’ the French call it – the ‘small death’. I felt that then, as my cock jetted pulse after pulse of spunk into Sammi’s bowels. I felt as if my life force was draining into her, so intense was my orgasm.



I became aware of noise, of shouts, of groans and realised they were mine mixed with hers. Her grip on my cock seemed to increase as her body shuddered in unison with my continued pulses, and I realised that Sammi must have had some sort of climax.



I felt somewhat light-headed and weak-kneed as I came down from my high. I stood looking down at my softening cock being slowly expelled from the heaven of Sammi’s arse. Time for the reckoning! I quickly bent and unstrapped the ankle restraint, then the belt and, finally untying her wrists.



Sammi lay still for a few moments as I moved to kneel at her head. “Oh you bastard!” she whispered quietly, her eyes locking with mine. “You fucking bastard!”

Preface:



This may be unorthodox for an erotic story, but I thought that a short background might improve the story a bit. I’ll try to keep it short.



Being that I’ve been divorced for over a year and a half, and have had numerous girlfriends since then, I thought it would be fun to document some of my past experiences. I’m starting off with a girl I messed around with about a year ago, and will eventually re-visit some of the things I did in my teens, in detail… those were good years, but so are these. Anyway, enjoy! I’ll shut up now ;-)



We had been waiting for some time alone for weeks. We had sex once before at my house.



The first time it happened, she was over and I had told her that she could go and sleep in my room, then went in later to check on her. When I did, she rolled over and grabbed my by the wrist, pulled me to her, and kissed me. I laid down next to her and she immediately put her hand down my pants and grabbed my dick, which made me nuts. I knew right away that she was going to be very fun.



This time, we would have my house to ourselves for about 30 minutes before having to go and give her mom a ride. Once we got to the house, we tore each others clothes off as we made our way to the bed, grabbing each other between the legs as much as we could. We were finally naked. We stood face to face and she rubbed her wet clit against my dick… we slowly made our way to the edge of the bed like that, until she finally climbed onto it, got on all fours, and put her tight little butt out into the air in front of me, inviting me to play with it. She was a skinny girl with firm, full-B-sized breasts, and a firm ass to go with them. I knew that she wanted it, and that she loved to experiment, so I instinctively wet two of my fingers on my right hand as much as possible… putting my index finger up against her anus, I rubbed around it gently at first. She swayed her butt back and forth at me and moaned a little in anticipation of what we both wanted to do next. I couldn’t wait any longer, and pushed a single finger inside her tight butthole as far as it would go.



She moaned louder, and started moving her ass back and forth on my finger. I used it to feel around inside of her, and could see her looking back at me with a smile. I pulled the finger out, then spread her cheeks apart and started licking her from behind while watching the look on her face. She closed her eyes in ecstasy. I pushed my tongue in as far as it would go, pulling out and occasionally running it from her clit all of the way back up to her butthole before pushing it in again. This lasted a minute at most, and there was juice running down her inner thighs by now. I rubbed some of it onto my fingers again, and put two of them up to her anus, then shoved them in. She let out another moan of pleasure and smiled as I forced my fingers as far as I could get them up her butt. I used my other hand to finger her pussy, while forcing two fingers in and out of her asshole, harder and faster as I went. I could feel deep inside her butt, and would stop with my two fingers all the way in to move them around, slowly stretching her anus out.



“I want YOU in me now.”



“I want you to fill my pussy with cum. I love feeling it in me.”



I pulled my fingers out of her two holes and she got on her back. I pulled out a vibrator that she had brought and put it on her clit, then put my dick up to her pussy hole and pushed hard, shoving it all of the way in and then holding it there while we embraced in a long kiss, playing with each others’ tongues. I began fucking her hard and deep, while arching my back so that I could suck hard on her firm little tits at the same time.



She was moaning wildly, as was I.



I reached down and put my hand around hers, which was tightly gripping the vibrator which was pleasuring her clit. She handed it to me, and I put moved it further down, positioning it up against her vagina where I was still thrusting in and out. I stopped for a moment as I slowly tried to push it into her hole as well, to see if both would fit at once. No good. I moved it around underneath my dick and tried again from there while we resumed fucking each other. Her pussy was too tight and wouldn’t take it. In the process, the vibrator slipped down to her anus, and feeling this, I slowly pushed until it started to inch up her well-lubed butt.



She gasped at first, then looked me in the eyes and smiled. I pushed my dick as far into her pussy as it would go, then shoved the vibrator in deeper and deeper. It hummed away, and I could feel it from deep inside her vagina. She groaned hard and squeezed my ass as I pushed it into her little butt as far as it would go, then left it there.



“Fuck I’m gonna cum so hard! I want you to cum in my pussy now please… please! Fill me up!”



“Oh God, that vibrator is so far up your ass… I’m gonna cum in you hard!”



As we both got very, very close to climaxing, I reached back down and grabbed the sex toy that was now lodged about 8 inches up her ass and vibrating rapidly, pulling it halfway out and shoving it all the way in again… over and over. She and I were breathing hard, and she let out a scream as I started to shoot a heavy load of sperm as deep in her pussy as I could… pushing the vibrator as far up her tight little anus as deep it would go. After what felt like a full minute of orgasm, we both stopped and caught our breath, looked at each other and let out a little laugh. She reached behind her and we both put our hands on the toy, still all of the way in her butt, and pulled it our very slowly as she dropped her jaw at the feeling of it sliding back through her asshole one last time.



“Fuck. That was really good. I see you’re still kinda hard?”



“Hehe, seems so.”



“Uhm, wanna try something else?”



“You want to feel what it’s like to have, uhm, cum in your butt?”



“Mmmhmm… hehe. Do you wan…”



“So badly, fuck…”



She pulled herself off of me and a stream of fluid leaked out of her vagina. Still on her back, she grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs as far back as she could. She was still holding the vibrator that was just pulled out of her rectum… “Hold on a sec…” she reached to the nightstand for some tissue to wipe it off quickly, then quickly put it inside her pussy and turned it on. “Okay, oh God… yes now… fuck me pleasssee!”



I scooted up to her and put the tip of my penis up to her asshole. It was still slick with all of the juices that were inside her pussy, so I pushed a little and then felt it go right in. Her anus gripped my dick tightly, and she yelped in pleasure, smiling at me again. “Deeper”, she said under her breath. I pushed hard and it went in as far as it would go. “Oh fuck… fuck me! Fuck me!” This time, I could feel the vibrator that was in her pussy from inside her ass. I tried pushing even further, and left it all the way in for a moment as I leaned forward to suck hard on her left breast.



Then, I pulled out most of the way, thrusted all the way in, out again, in again. “ARRGGGGG!” She yelled out. “I’M COMING AGAIN.” I watched her as she writhed around and came all over the toy in between her legs. As she did, I could feel her anus squeezing my dick even harder. Her orgasm seemed to pass, she looked back at me, then down between her legs. “Fuck that’s sexy. Please cum in my butt now, I wanna feel it in my butt.”



“Yeesssss… you want to feel me cum deep in your cute little butt???”



“Oh God yes!”



I started thrusting harder… after only a few seconds I started having an intense orgasm and again pushed my dick as far up her ass as I could, shooting cum deep into her rectum. She gasped and stopped breathing for a moment as she came again. After we both finished, we kissed passionately again, and I sat back. She pulled the toy out of her pussy, then we both looked down between us as I pulled my penis back out of her ass, inch by inch until it popped out.

This is a true story.







Before I describe how Sam took my virginity you should know that I was married and totally straight. To this day I wonder if Sam seduced me or was I always bisexual. I was 23 and Sam was a few years older than me. Sam was married and seemed as straight as me. We met while we were in the military. We were both from Kansas. Sam was married at the time and I was single. We became close friends while we were in the military but got assignments that slit us up and we lost touch with each other.



After I finished my military service, I got married and moved to Long Island, New York. Sam must have done some research because he looked me up in Kansas but I was no longer living there. My mother, who still lives in Kansas, told him I had moved to Long Island and gave him my telephone number. This must have been a pleasant surprise for Sam because he too was now living in New York.



Sam called me up and we talked for over an hour. He asked if I was interested in getting together. I said okay and we set a date to come over to their house for diner. The four of us had a nice diner and then started to drink and drink and drink. Since neither I nor my wife could safely drive home, we accepted their invitation to stay overnight.



The wives went to bed early and Sam and I stayed up and continued to drink and watch some porn. We talked about the usual crap then the conversation turned to sex.



Out of the blue, Sam asked, “Joe, have you ever had sex with a man.”



I quickly responded, “No way man, I’m not gay.”



We continued to watch the movie. This is when Sam made a bold move. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his pants between his legs. Being high from drinking must have lowered my inhibitions because I did not remove my hand from Sam’s cock. Even through his pants I could tell his cock was huge. Sam unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. He started to stroke it. I took this as a hint that I should be doing the same to him. So I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock as well. I have an average size cock but Sam’s cock was very thick and long with a large deep purple mushroom head. We stroked each others cock for a while but I was too freaked out to continue. So I suggested we call it a night and we retreated to our bedrooms and wives.



I was thinking to myself all night that maybe he was too drunk to know what he was doing and left it as that. Again, I believed we were both straight and just drunk. We left the next morning for home with neither of us mentioning the late night activities.



A few weeks later Sam called asking to get together again. I suggested that this time it should be at our house. We set a date and I told them to plan on staying overnight. Much to our surprise, Sam arrived alone. He made some lame excuse for his wife not being able to get away. Being the good friends that we were we didn’t let this spoil our evening. My wife made a nice meal and afterwards we had drinks. As the night went along, the wife got tired and decided to go to bed. Sam and I continued to drink. Then Sam suggested we take a walk so we could talk.



As we were walking around the neighborhood, Sam told me that he was actually gay. Naturally I asked him how he could be gay and be married. He explained that he tried to be straight but it wasn’t working for him. He was getting a divorce. He told me he had been to the adult book stores where he met guys looking to meet other guys. He told me that he really enjoyed making love to men. Sam was very explicit in his description of his sexual activities. As he was telling me his stories, I was getting turned on not only from his stories but remembering how huge his cock was from our jerk off session just weeks ago.



As we approached a wooded area in the neighborhood, Sam suggested we hang out there for awhile. I remember the night like it was yesterday. The sky was clear and there was a full moon and the weather was warm. We found a bare patch of ground and took a seat on the grass. Sam asked me if I ever thought of making love with a man. I had to admit that I had never given it much thought so I answered, “No.”



But with that, Sam started to rub my crotch and I was getting hornier by the second. I did not resist Sam’s advances. Sam must have taken this as a sign to proceed because before I could say anything, he had my cock out of my pants and into his mouth. The feel of his warm mouth sucking on my cock under the stars of night was breath taking. Sam really knew how to give a blow job. It was the best blow job I had ever had. I was as hard as a rock and getting close to climaxing. Sam must have sensed I was close to cumming because he suddenly stopped sucking my dick.



Sam looked me in the eyes and said, “Joe, I want you to fuck me in the ass.”



I was so turned on by his blow job that there was no way I wasn’t going to proceed with fucking his ass. My inexperienced became very obvious when I attempted to penetrate his ass without lubrication. Sam chuckled and gave me instructions.



“Joe, spit on your hand and coat your cock with lots of spit.”



I spit on my hand and started stroking my cock until it had a nice glaze of spit on it. Sam was on all fours with me behind him. I slowly inserted my cock into his spit lubricated ass. It didn’t dawn on me until later that he must have had a few cocks up his ass because he took my average size cock with no problem.



As I was pumping my cock into Sam’s ass, I was in sexual heaven. I had never fucked an ass before as my wife thinks that it is gross. So this new found sex act had me going crazy. I plowed Sam so hard that he collapsed onto the ground and I collapsed on top of him. I continued pounding away into his ass until I came. I had an intense orgasm. I filled Sam’s ass with a massive load.



After we calmed down and got our composure we headed back to the house. We cleaned up and went to bed. I lay in bed next to my wife that night thinking about the great sex I had just had with Sam and wondering what it would be like to be on the receiving end the next time.



As luck would have it, my wife had to go to work the next day leaving Sam and I alone all day long. My wife left for work and Sam came out of the bedroom with just his robe on. We discussed last night events. We both agreed it was outstanding but we both knew there was some unfinished business on my part. I knew it was my turn to be the bottom boy. I got the nerve up to ask Sam.



“Sam, can you please fuck my virgin ass?”



Sam teasingly responded, “Only if you beg for it.”



“Sam, please fuck me in the ass with your big dick.”



“Really Joe, you sure you want me to be the guy to take your virginity?”



“Yes Sam, I want you to fuck my virgin ass and I want it bad!”



Sam said, “Go to the bathroom, take all yours cloths off and return with the Vaseline.”



When I returned, Sam had already removed his robe. He was completely naked standing in from of me. Even semi-soft, the size of his cock was impressive.



“Get on your knees,” Sam commanded.



“Open your mouth and cover your teeth with your lips and suck on the head of my cock. I want you to experience the taste and feel of cock in your mouth first.”



The feeling of having a cock in my mouth was wonderful. It was something that I would know to love from this day forward. I knew right then that I was going to become a cocksucker for life.



“I want you to slowly fuck your face on my cock,” Sam ordered.



“I want you to take me as deep as you can into your mouth.”



I did as he instructed. His cock slowly passed deeper into my mouth. It filled my mouth almost immediately. Sam grabbed the back of my head and slowly started to fuck my face. The taste of the fluid leaking from his cock and the feeling of his manhood filling my mouth had my head spinning.



His cock continued to grow in my mouth. I tried to take him deeper and deeper. However, the deeper I went, the more I gagged. When I gagged, Sam pulled out a little and allowed me to try again. As much as I wanted to take his big dick all the way to the base, I was unable to being it was my first time giving a blow job. I later learned how to take his whole cock down my throat but that is a story for another time.



When he was completely hard, he took his cock out of my mouth and said, “Lay on your stomach on the living room rug.”



I heard him opening the Vaseline jar and scooping up the Vaseline with his hand. I figured he was coating his cock. But then I felt his greasy hand spreading my butt cheeks. Sam proceeded to stick a finger into my ass. I felt my ass start to burn a little but eventually the sensation subsided. That was until I felt a second, then a third finger being stuffed up my butt. Sam continued to work his three fingers in and out of my ass until he thought I was ready for the real thing.



He positioned his big cock at my virgin ass and asked, “Are you ready to be fucked?”



“Yes Sam, please fuck my ass, I want to feel your cock in my ass now!”



Sam got into position behind and on top of me and slowly pushed his cock forward at the entrance of my ass. Holy shit did it hurt. I screamed in pain and Sam withdrew his cock. I took some deep breaths and waited for the pain to subside before speaking.



“Fuck Sam, you’re too big, I don’t think I can do this.”



But I could see in Sam’s eyes that there was no way he was going to pass this opportunity to fuck a virgin to completion. Sam spooned my body as he massaged my neck and shoulders with his hands and gently pressed his body back and forth against my back in a humping motion.



He gently kissed the back of my neck telling me how much he loved me and that he would never hurt me and that he knew I could do it if I would only relax. His words of encouragement and his kissing of my neck were having a soothing effect on my body. I was starting to relax.



I could feel that Sam’s cock was still hard as a rock as it nestled between butt cheeks.



Sam asked, “Are you ready to try again?”



With tears running down my eyes, I said, “Yes, yes, I want your cock to fuck my virgin ass. I want to please you more than anything in the world. Take my virgin ass Sam, take it now!”



Once again he positioned his cock at the entrance of my ass and proceeded to push it in. I was determined to take his cock inside me this time. Sam was very compassionate and was taking his time. I was moaning as his cock started to penetrate my ass deeper. My entire body spasm as his cock popped passed my sphincter muscle. Sam had taken my anal virginity. He must have felt me shutter and heard me moan loudly when he broke my cherry. Sam asked me if he should continue.



“Yes Sam, don’t stop, please, please fuck me deeper.”



With that he proceeded to penetrate my ass even deeper. His big cock hurt like hell going in. My ass burned like it was on fire. I bit down on my lips as tears starting running down my face. I told Sam not to stop no matter what I said or did. Sam did not need to be told twice as he continued to insert more and more of his massive cock into my tight ass.



It took a long time but I finally got use to him being in my ass. I really got into the pleasure of having my ass stretched and filled with his cock. I eventually took his cock balls deep into my ass. Sam continued to fuck me slowly and deeply. He would insert the entire length of his cock into my ass and slowly withdraw it until he had just the head of his cock was at the entrance of my ass; then he would slowly plunge into my ass again all the way to the base of his cock.



Sam started to pick up the pace and was pumping his cock in and out of my ass with more speed and his thrusts were getting deeper and harder. He started to grunt and grow even bigger and was now really pounding my butt at a furious pace. I knew what was going to happen next. My ass was going to become a sperm receptacle for my best friend.



I heard Sam shout, “I’m gonna cum, I gonna cum, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.”



“Yes Sam, cum, cum in my ass, fill my ass with your cum,” I begged.



I felt him cum in buckets in my ass. I’ll never forget the feeling of his cock exploding a load of cum in my ass and later it dripping out of my ass and down my leg after he withdrew his cock. That was my first time having gay sex and it was the best sex I had ever experienced.



I had met up with Sam several times since our first time and every time we met, I was always the bottom boy. Our affair continued for over 10 years until Sam move out of town. I didn’t know it then but I know it now. I had become addicted to cock. My wife never found out about us and doesn’t know what a cock worshipper I have become. I am always looking for a cock to service. I truly believe Sam let me fuck him the first time we had sex so that he could then take my virginity and have me as his bottom bitch from that point on. Sam had turned me from straight to bisexual and I could not be happier.

Colleen looked gorgeous, as hot as any girl he’d been with, including Sarah. Her face, even with smeared make up and frizzy hair, was still cute as hell. Her slim body was smooth and soft touch, the push up bra even giving it just enough shape to complete the look.



Her ass gripped his cock so tightly he swore he could feel the vibrations from her heart beating. He even enjoyed the tickling of her unbridled cock, flopping around between their stomachs.



Horny as this all made him however, Dave tried not to get carried away. He made sure his penetrations were slow and shallow at this early stage so as not to hurt Colleen.



She, on the other hand, had other plans all together. Sitting up straight, with clenched eyes and an open mouth she forced herself down hard onto Dave’s cock, burying him up to the hilt. Dave yelped in pleasure and surprise and Colleen’s face broke into a sly grin.



She fucked with long, forceful strokes, sliding nearly the full length of Dave’s cock with each bounce. The sound of her deep groans was broken by the gentle slapping of her hard cock on Dave’s stomach.



Sarah climbed up beside her boyfriend. After a long, playful kiss she draped her arm across his chest and snuggled up against him. Cheek to cheek they lay there enjoying the show being put on for them.



Colleen stared down at the two of them as she pounded away, she massaged her imaginary breats, liked her lips and made ludicrously sexy, pouty faces in between giggles and moans.



Eventually Dave couldn’t contain his horniness any more. He needed to be in control. Surprising both the girls he suddenly sat upright, one arm swung around Colleen’s back as he locked his lips around her surprised mouth. With the other arm he lifted his hips up off the bed and twisted his body around flinging Colleen onto her back with him on top of her.



They landed with a slap of skin and a creak of bedsprings, his tongue still in her mouth and his cock still in her ass. Colleen lay there in shock for a few seconds while Sarah chuckled beside her, she knew well what it was like to be on the receiving end of that move.



Dave kneeled up straight, grabbed Colleen tightly at the hips and just let loose, pounding away as hard as he could at the ass beneath him. Colleen’s groaning reached deafening levels, she was basically screaming in pleasure at this point and had to bury her face in her hands to try to keep some composure.



Sarah lay back, watching her boyfriend intently. Her body had finally recovered from her earlier orgasm so she reached her hand down and started to gently pleasure herself to scene unfolding in front of her.



Her fingering sped up as her horniness slowly increased in intensity, eventually she decided she was ready to get involved again. She lowered Colleen’s hands from her face and leaned in for a kiss. Encouraged by this, Colleen twisted slightly so she could more easily massage Sarah’s clit while Sarah’s own fingers were busy plunging deep into her pussy.



Dave was almost salivating at this sight and it prompted him to fuck even harder. Colleen’s cock now slapped wildly against his stomach, it had of course being doing this the entire time but the increase in speed brought it to Dave’s attention. Looking down at the two girls he realised that Colleen was the only one not being directly pleasured. She seemed to be enjoying the fucking immensely but, as a guy, Dave still couldn’t imagine enjoying sex fully without having your cock stimulated.



So he took another bold step, crossed another line. He released his grip on Colleen’s right hip and slid his hand down to her crotch. Then with a solid determination and a good deal of clumsiness he awkwardly caught hold of her cock.



It was still drenched in lube so his hand almost slipped off straight away but he managed to secure his grip and concentrated on settling into a rhythm with his fucking. Dave had thought this would come more naturally considering the number of times he had done it to himself but then he was used to holding it from the other side. His thumb pressed over the ridge on the underside of Colleen’s cock as his first finger reached the bottom of the head.



Earlier he had thought that Colleen’s cock was of a similar size to his own but with it in his hand he could tell that it was actually a good deal smaller, he guessed the shaven pubes made it appear much bigger to the eye.



He started with long, slow strokes. Watching hypnotically as the foreskin was pushed up and down around the head and the lube dribbled slowly over his fingers. After he got into a good stroking rhythm he managed to break his trance and returned his gaze to the show the girls had been putting on for him.



They, however, had stopped. Sarah and Colleen were both just lying there staring at him with shocked expressions. The trio had been pleasuring each other for a long time at this point but this was the first time Dave had engaged in an activity which addressed the reality that Colleen was not actually a woman. It was clear for the first time that Dave was not just ignoring Colleen’s penis, he was embracing it. Literally. And the girls realised this.



Dave knew himself that this was a big step. He could no longer justify everything he’d done by telling himself that, viewing Colleen as a girl, nothing had been outside the realm of heterosexual sex. He wasn’t sure if this exactly constituted gay sex but it certainly wasn’t straight sex. And he was perfectly fine with that, he was having fun, why not go further?



However he had not expected this to have such a profound effect on the girls. It looked as if Colleen was actually going to cry, her lip quivered slightly and her eyes seemed very watery. If it wasn’t for the massive smile plastered across her face Dave would have been worried.



For Sarah this seemed to be the kick her sex drive needed to get back into its highest gear. Her eyes had a beastly, hungry look in them and she actually licked her lips subtly before jumping at Dave. She ravished him with short aggressive pecks on the lips before swinging her arms around his neck and sliding her tongue into his mouth, kissing him long and hard.



Without breaking their tightly lock lips Sarah then swung her leg over Colleen. She scooted back slightly, dragging Dave’s lips with her, and placed her dripping pussy just over Colleen’s face. Colleen needed no encouragement and promptly buried her tongue deep within Sarah’s lips



Dave had to lean forwards as Sarah pushed down hard against Colleen’s face. He continued to pound away on Colleen’s ass as Sarah’s tongue invaded his mouth for progressively longer and more passionate kisses leaving them both gasping for breath in between moans and grunts.



Dave felt some fumbling by his hand and looked down to see Sarah lacing fingers with him so that she could help with the handjob. It was somewhat awkward to get into a nice stride as they were coming at it from opposite sides but once they figured the angles out it started to work quite well. Their fingers slid over each other and their hands meshed together as they pumped the shaft, they locked eyes with each other again before desperately resuming their passionate kiss.



Dave could feel the pressure building, he was nearing his climax but Colleen beat him to it. The addition of Sarah’s hand on her cock had pushed her over the edge, she squirmed beneath Sarah’s legs and bucked against Dave’s cock, her screams of pleasure muffled by the pussy over her mouth.



Dave felt a splash of wetness strike him on the chest and begin to trickle down to his stomach. It caught him by surprise and he pulled back to see cum splashing Sarah’s boobs and dripping down over his and Sarah’s fingers. Colleen’s cock continued to twitch and leak for several seconds, each twitch coincided with a tightening of her asshole which pushed Dave closer and closer to his climax.



Sarah climbed off Colleen’s face, which right now wore a dazed but contented look, and lowered her head to Colleen’s crotch. Dave felt a tickling sensation as she lapped and sucked the cum from both his fingers and Colleen’s cock.



He finally reached his climax. Grunting loudly and gripping Colleen’s hip tightly, he rammed into her once more and came as deep inside her as his cock would reach. Colleen was already completely spent at this point but the force of the ejaculation caused her to emit one last moan of pleasure.



He let Sarah lick the cum from his chest while he wriggled free of Colleen ass. The tickling of her tongue was relaxing but he had to stop her when she lowered herself to his newly freed cock, it was too much for his aching member to handle. Instead they collapsed on the bed next to Colleen.



Dave was about ready to blackout. He was exhausted, his muscles were burning and his head was spinning. The girls, on the other hand, were not ready to take a break yet. Colleen rolled to Sarah’s side and lowered her fingers to her pussy as she pushed her tongue through Sarah’s cum coated lips.



Sarah’s moans brought Dave out of his trance and he kicked himself when he remembered that only himself and Colleen had cum. He was so overwhelmed by his orgasm he was neglecting his girlfriend of hers.



Shaking his head he summoned the last of his energy and moved over to Sarah’s other side. Colleen was still monopolizing Sarah’s mouth so instead he settled for locking his lips on her neck while his hand snaked around her hips to join with Colleen’s.



Sarah slowly moved her attention between the two, letting Colleen and Dave alternate between sloppy kissing and hickey giving. This continued for some time, it usually took a good deal longer for Sarah to reach a second orgasm but it didn’t feel tiring or strenuous for any of them. Taking it slow they all felt extremely at ease, the whole affair was sensual, relaxing, even somewhat romantic.



Sarah started to groan more frequently. Dave felt Colleen’s hand move from Sarah’s clit, it slid slowly over his fingers and reached down below where his hand was. Sarah pulled her lips away from his to inhale sharply and Dave felt some extra pressure on the back of his knuckles as Colleen’s finger entered her asshole.



Dave looked to make sure Sarah was ok with this, she was groaning and breathing deeply but she gave him a nod to affirm her approval. However she needed room to breathe and so gently pushed Colleen and Dave’s heads together. Colleen rammed her tongue into Dave’s mouth as Sarah’s fingers gripped their hair tightly.



Colleen’s finger pressed up against Dave’s through the thin wall separating Sarah’s ass and vagina to provide the most bizarre sensation Dave had ever felt. He could only imagine what it was doing to Sarah, though her yelps of enjoyment gave him some indication .



Colleen quickly guided him into a more efficient rhythm, with them alternating their strokes into Sarah. The kiss was broken relatively by Colleen who drew back with a look that clearly showed she was thinking some very dirty thoughts.



She flicked her eyes downwards, obviously indicated to Dave to follow her gaze. He look a glance at Sarah’s body where Colleen had motioned towards. It was hot, sweaty and writhing in pleasure but Dave didn’t understand what Colleen was getting at.



Looking back to her she gave him the same indication, this time lowering her head to the spot and running her tongue across Sarah’s breast before staring back up at Dave with begging puppy dog eyes. It finally clicked with Dave, Colleen’s cum was still smeared down Sarah’s chest and stomach from earlier and she wanted him to help lick it off.



Dave froze up, his fingers stopped moving inside Sarah. He wasn’t prepared for this step. It was, perhaps, silly but even after fucking Colleen, even after giving her a handjob and even though he knew he was tasting both her and his own cum on Sarah’s lips, even after all that this seemed like a step too far.



He knew it would be erotic for Sarah and maybe, one day, he could build up to that but right now he just wasn’t able to bring himself to go that far and he was slightly ashamed of his cowardice.



Sarah noticed his hesitation, and even in her near orgasmic, disorientated state she quickly worked out what was going wrong. Thankfully she gave Dave an out, grabbing him roughly by the neck she diverted his attention back to her and enveloped him in a fiery kiss.



Dave, desperate to make up for disappointing her, returned the kiss with equal fervour. His fingers moved with a renewed vigor and Colleen struggled to keep pace as his palm slapped against Sarah’s clit.



Not surprisingly it did not take much longer for Sarah to reach her climax. It was not as intense as her last orgasm but it was as much as her exhausted body could handle. Her long exhaled moan cracked and warbled with her still shaking body.



Colleen and Dave gently removed their fingers from Sarah as Colleen finished licking up the last of the cum. Then, smiling contently, Sarah buried her head in Dave’s chest.



Sarah started to fall into a post-orgasm snooze and Dave looked apologetically over at Colleen.



‘I’m so…’



‘Don’t. Please don’t apologise, I understand.’



‘But I just…’



Colleen gave him a look that said, in no uncertain terms: ‘Shut the fuck up. It’s ok.’ Dave took the advice, opting instead to reach out to her, pull her close and give her a long, deep kiss.



He realised that he could clearly taste cum on Colleen’s breath. It didn’t taste good but for some reason it didn’t seem to bother him, though the thought of actually licking it off Sarah still did. Was this just something he’d never be able to do? No, he told himself. He would get over it, next time he’d make himself take that step. He felt he owed it to both Sarah and Colleen.



Then a thought struck him, would there be a next time? It hadn’t occurred to him that this might be a one night stand deal. He had been making the assumption that the girls would want to do this again yet they hadn’t given any indication of this.



Dave looked nervously down at the two girls quietly dozing beside him, their sweaty bodies intertwined together, Colleen’s bra the only piece of clothing between them. Considering he was originally so reluctant about the whole ordeal, Dave couldn’t believe how worried he now was that he may not get to experience this again.



He tried to push the thought to the back of his mind as he pulled the duvet over their exposed skin and started to drift off. However, his snooze was not as peaceful as the two contented girls next to him. His mind was plagued with worries and fear, was he about to lose the paradise he had just found?



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Thanks to everyone who has followed the story up to this point. You guys are awesome, the support has been really amazing.



Unfortunately I think updates are going to come a little less frequently from now on, I’m swamped at the moment and I also want to try my hand at some shorter pieces. However there is definitely more to come, I’ve some ideas for where the story is going next, it just may take some time to actually get it down. I’ll try not to take too long.



Also, as usual, comments/criticism are more than welcome.



-Lem

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