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Cross Examined part4
Sunday, June 28th, 2009 and direction that she desired. When it jutted straight out like a hard
unripe banana, she withdrew, removing her hands and placing it on exhibit
for the courtroom. I began to perspire nervously.
“Is that the best you can do, Daniel?” She flicked my now fully erect
member with her finger in contempt. “Why, just a few minutes ago it was
soft and rather limp. Now it’s as hard as a broomstick!” I hung my head in
shame and began to shake a little. One of the bailiffs put an arm around
my waist and held me tightly, steadying me. The camera zoomed in.
“Did you misunderstand my directions?” The prosecutor played with my
penis, bobbing it up and down with one finger and providing just the right
amount of stimulation to keep it fully engorged. “Did you not make any
attempt at all to comply with my request that you keep it soft, or is this
truly your best effort to do so?”
“Yes, ma’am..it’s-” I was shaky and tongue tied, my psyche riddled with
the strange tandem of pleasure and mortification. “..it’s the best I can
do.” The prosecutor smiled and came closer. She spoke softly, clearly
pleased with my answer.
“Thank you for being honest with me, Daniel. Now, would you like me to
help you out of what is clearly an embarrassing situation for you?”
“Ma’am?” I didn’t know what she was getting at.
“Your enlarged organ is clearly causing you some discomfort, Daniel.
Aren’t you able to put it away on your own?” She continued to trace it
lightly with her fingernail, keeping it fully erect.
“Well, uh…no, ma’am” The jury was openly giggling at my predicament.
“I-I’m just too sexually aroused!”
“I can help.” the prosecutor cooed softly. “Would you like me to?”
“Uh, I suppose so, ma’am-” She smiled wickedly and locked her eyes onto
mine. Suddenly, she gripped the head of my penis hard, squeezing it like a
tube of toothpaste, forcing the blood from the appendage and softening it as
though tenderizing a piece of meat, blunting my immediate arousal and
shrinking its size to almost its prearousal state. The bailiffs gripped me
tightly as I winced in shock and pain. The prosecutor abruptly walked away,
ignoring me, addressing the jury directly, who listened intently as she
spoke.
“Ladies of the jury, it is not my intention to suggest that Daniel is an
evil male, actively attacking and physically abasing women,” she turned her
attention towards me once again. “he is merely a typical male, a male like
all others, incapable of controlling his most base of all biological urges.
Without guidance and lifelong supervision, he is destined to violate the new
laws prohibiting voyeur rape over and over again.” She turned to me once
again. “Daniel, you do agree for the most part with what I’m saying, don’t
you?”
“Uh, no, ma’am…I really don’t.” She was being cunning and manipulative.
I had to stand up to her. The prosecutor came close and gently stroked my
penis to life again.
“We need another demonstration, then?” She brought her attention to a drop
of precum which had beaded on the head of my thickening cock, touching it
with her finger. “What is this, Daniel?”
“Uh-” I stammered, “uh, my body produces that when I’m sexually aroused,
ma’am.”
“Oh?” My penis was fully erect once again. “What if I wanted some? What
would I have to do?”
“Um, well,” I was uncomfortable explaining the process. “Uh, I would have
to climax.”
“Isn’t that your whole reason for existence, Daniel, to climax and spew
your slime about the planet?” She started softly, with her voice raising to
a fever pitch. ” Isn’t it true that you, like all males, are incapable of
foregoing sexual gratification for the pursuit of anything higher?” She was
gently kneading my hard organ, increasing my level of excitement. She shot
a glance to one of the bailiffs, who abruptly freed my right hand.
“I think you-you’re doing quite a bit of stereotyp-” My organ was now rock
hard. She began to stroke it in a rhythmic and sensual fashion, sending
cataclysmic jolts of pure pleasure rocketing up my groin.
“In fact, it would be fair to say that you are incapable of forming a
coherent thought right now, isn’t that correct, Daniel?” She pumped me with
a firmer hand as my eyes began to glaze over, unable to respond.
“Ladies of the jury, I have brought this male to the precipice of his very
being, to that place in his psyche beyond his control. It is this response
I ask you to consider today when you retire to weigh his destiny.” She
slowed her stroking and eventually stopped, holding the tip of my penis and
tickling its underside lightly, freezing me on the brink of a long
ejaculation.
“Ohhhh,” I moaned, begging to cum.
“Daniel, I have a proposition for you.” She spoke softly and continued to
stimulate me, keeping me at a plateau of pleasure and frustration. “If you
can prove to me now that you are capable of overcoming your base instincts
by stopping your ejaculation, I’ll recommend that all charges against you be
dropped.” She pumped my cock lightly again, using my own precum as a
lubricant. “If, however, you prove incapable of controlling yourself, I’m
going to push hard. Not merely for your own incarceration, but for the
…End of the part4. To be continued..
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Cathies Erotic Fantasy part6
Saturday, June 6th, 2009a sadist.
“I’ve never really whipped you,” I said. “Tonight is our first time with a
belt and I had a hard time, whipping your breasts. I don’t know,” I said,
looking down at my bare feet, buried in the green pile of the carpet.
Cathie raised up on her elbows, her red, welted breasts swinging from
side to side. “Look at me,” she demanded. I looked into her eyes.
“I make your fantasies come true, don’t I?” she asked.
“Yes,” I admitted. Cathie had never refused to do anything I wanted her
to do.
“Tonight,” she said. “Just tonight, I want my ass whipped like I’ve
fantasized about it being whipped all my life. My mother and father
always spanked me like you do it, just enough to sting. Since I was
eleven or twelve years old, I’ve dreamed about a big, cruel man tying
me down and beating my ass black and blue. It’s made me come a thousand
times since then. Tonight, Goss, I’m so horny, I want it to come true!
Tonight the pain is making me hornier, the worse it gets! Really! I almost
came when you were whipping my tits but I waited because I want to come
while my ass is being whipped, like in my fantasy.”
“I’ll try,” I said.
Turning her head away so her left cheek was against the pillow she said,
“You’re a cocksucker, Goss. You’re a lousy shit of a lover and I hate
your guts. You’ve never satisfied me, ever.”
Grasping the belt buckle in my palm, I wrapped a loop of the thin,
leather belt around my hand. When I stopped, there was about 24 inches of
belt hanging loose. I raised my right arm and swung down past Cathie’s
bare bottom. The thin strip of leather whistled through the air and
then cracked against the flesh of her ass. Cathie shrieked and a thin
welt bubbled up across the widest part of both of her buttocks. In fact,
I was pretending anger but the result was the same.
Cathie was crying freely but she said, “Yessss. That’s it, Goss.
Just like that. Whip my ass just like that.”
I raised my right arm and brought the belt down on a diagonal. crossing
the original stripe with a new welt. Cathie shrieked again but raised
her ass up higher into the air. Sidearm, I lifted and snapped the belt
directly across the underside of her buttocks.
“Yes! Yes!” she cried. tears spilling onto the pillow. “Again! Again!”
Levering my body from side to side, I cracked the belt down onto her fat
ass five or six more times. I was sweating like a pig. Her big bottom
had welts all over both cheeks.
I paused and she cried, “More. More, Goss.”
Deliberately, with all the strength in my right arm, I continued
to whip her ass. Although she thrashed violently from side to side,
Cathie never moved her hands out from under her body. In fact, as the
welts crisscrossed her big ass, she kept pushing it up, anticipating
each stroke.
The muscles of my arm were burning with fatigue after ten minutes and
I could see that Cathie’s lower back, bulging bottom and upper thighs
were displaying a violent red color. Her ass was a fiery red circle.
“Stop,” she croaked and I dropped the belt on the carpet.
“Piss on my ass,” she moaned.
I directed a long stream of urine down her backbone, over the red-striped
mounds of her buttocks, between her thighs, onto her cunt.
“Now fuck my bum,” Cathie said. “No lubrication. Just stick your cock
up my ass and fuck me.”
I moved onto her back, keeping my weight on my elbows and knees so I
wasn’t pressing onto her abused ass. I immediately had an erection and
I tried to burrow between her thighs, into her pussy.
“No, Goss” she said clearly. “Force your cock up my asshole and fuck me
until you come. Don’t worry about me, I’m already coming non-stop.”
As directed, I burrowed between her red ass cheeks until I felt the
circumcised head of my cock move though her anus.
“Oh, yeah,” said Cathie. “Now stick it all the way up my bum. Push it in.”
Her hind end was wiggling and pushing back at me. My cock, in spite of
a certain amount of friction, slid all the way up her ass.
“Now bumfuck me, Goss,” she said. “Just fuck me up my ass as fast and
as hard as you can do it.”
After awhile, the burning sensation left my poor cock and it was sliding
in and out of her ass at a leisurely pace.
“No, harder and faster,” Cathie demanded.
As my hips pistoned back and forth and my cock burned rapidly in and
out of her asshole, I began to feel an orgasm approaching.
“Come in my bum, Goss!” Cathie yelled suddenly. “Come! Up my fat bum!
Fill my big bum with your come, Goss. Give me a come enema in my bum.
I want to feel you coming in my bum!”
When I let go, it felt like a river flowing up her ass. I swear, I didn’t
stop pumping sperm into her asshole for thirty seconds. Then there was
another thirty seconds as my spasms continued.
“Oh, Goss, I’m so full of you,” said Cathie. “You can pee in me too,
if you have to. You can piss up my ass.”
I was so relaxed, it was several seconds before I realized I was urinating
in Cathie’s ass. I didn’t do anything consciously. I just lay on her
back with my cock up her ass, pissing into her. The urine just kept
coming and coming, flowing into her rectum.
“It’s perfect,” Cathie breathed. “Just like my fantasy. Pee in my bum,
lover. Keep peeing in my bum.”
After awhile, it just stopped. I was so relaxed, my flaccid cock popped
out of Cathie’s ass and I fell off her back, onto the couch cushions.
She twisted around and scrunched down until she could get my cock in
her mouth. She sucked on my limp cock for several minutes, her tongue
licking all over it.
I felt her lips slide the length of my cock and let it fall out of
her mouth.
“One more thing,” she said. “You have to pee in my mouth one last time,
Goss. Come on, let it go. I have to drain you.”
I felt her lips circle just below the head of my cock. The tip was barely
in her mouth. I pissed in her mouth and she swallowed. Another spurt of
urine squirted out of my cock and into her mouth and Cathie swallowed
it again.
I was amazed to feel my whole body continue to relax until I felt like
an insensate blob of clay. All I could feel was a long stream of urine,
apparently endless, pumping out of my cock and down Cathie’s throat.
She swallowed it all, then sucked the last gush of urine out of my cock.
Finally, she licked the last drops off the tip.
When she moved up and snuggled into my arms she said, “I have another
fantasy and it’s really gross. Do you want to hear it?”
“No,” I said, just before I fell asleep.
Cathies Erotic Fantasy
Monday, June 1st, 2009“Do you want to hear a fantasy, Goss?” asked Cathie.
I groaned. “I’m not sure I can take another fantasy of yours,” I said.
“It’s been two days and I’m still not fully recovered from the last
two fantasies.”
We were in the small kitchen of her house. Cathie was washing and I
was drying. She wore tight, almost new blue jeans that accentuated
the wideness of her hips and the protruding fullness of her buttocks.
They swelled and swelled in a pair of round curves. She’d managed to
splash soapy water on the front of her Harvard maroon shirt.
I’m not particularly affected by breasts. It just happened, as it
usually does for the female figure, her breasts were big and buoyant,
to balance her big ass, I guess. As unaffected as I am, I noticed that
her nipples were hard and erect through the soft material of her shirt.
I reached over and grabbed her right nipple between the forefinger and
thumb of my right hand, just feeling the rubbery protrusion.
Cathie shook her head to get her bangs out of her eyes. She had fine
black hair, cut in a pageboy that fell to her shoulders. Her hair framed
a perfectly smooth, white complexion. Her face was heart shaped, with
thick, luscious lips topped by a small straight nose and overly large,
deep brown eyes. Although I found her figure to be slightly overblown,
she had the most beautiful, delicate, porcelain face I’d ever seen.
“Ow,” she said, obviously referring to my fingers pinching her nipple.
“I’m going to have my period soon. My tits are ultra sensitive.”
I immediately let go.
“No,” she said. “Pinch the other one for awhile, Goss.”
Obediently, my right hand reached across her body and my fingers squeezed
her left nipple through the maroon shirt material.
“Do you want to hear my fantasy?” she asked again.
“Give me a break, Cath,” I said. “I just got home from work and ate
dinner.”
“Go get a beer from the fridge,” she told me. “A beer will loosen you up.”
I let go of her nipple with my right hand and flipped the dish towel
onto the counter. I got a beer out of the fridge and sipped at it.
Cathie continued to wipe dishes and put them in the rack. “Chug it,”
she said.
“It’s Monday night. Do I want to do that?” I asked.
“Yeah, chug it,” she said.
I chugged down the beer, then got another bottle from the fridge.
“Chug that one too,” she said, gazing out the window over the sink.
“How loose do you want me?” I asked, draining the bottle.
“Keep going,” Cathie told me.
I retrieved another bottle and started drinking it. I noticed the mauve
colors of the setting sun, shining through the window, were starting to
look a bit fuzzy around the edges.
“Maybe I’ll have a shower tonight,” Cathie said, draining the sink.
“Um, golden?” I asked, having connected the beer to the fantasy. I’m not
at all stupid.
“Maybe,” she answered.
We’d both read about golden showers but we’d never done anything like
that. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to do it.
“I don’t know, Cath,” I said, sipping at the beer. “That’s the outer
…End of the part1. To be continued..
Carla’s Letter part2
Wednesday, May 27th, 2009 one carried. The first touch of her fingers on my pussy was the
most glorious moment of my life. I soared. I loved it. And I can
feel those same feelings today as though it just happened. (I’ve
since learned that a man’s touch is very different from a
woman’s. I like the firm, strong touch of a man, but the soft,
sensual touch of a woman is special.)
She told me how exciting it was to have a boy squeeze your
breasts (outside your clothes, of course!). As I became more and
more excited, I fondled the spongy orbs I’d envied for so long.
What a thrill: the softness, the fullness and the obvious
pleasure it gave her. It seemed natural to kiss and suck them,
and I did both while I humped against her hand. Her big, hard
nipple was in my mouth when I moaned through my first orgasm.
That was the beginning, and I could write two pages on the
beautiful feelings of that first time.
I really feel fortunate about all of this. Most of my friends
took years to learn how to orgasm. But with Kathy’s hand and
words of encouragement and reassurance (I got scared when I
started to lose control) I was able to learn right away. Today I
orgasm easily and often. In college I became multi-orgasmic.
We were two very horny young ladies, thrilled with discovery
and the wonderful, delicious feelings of being naughty. Over the
next few weeks we progressed to breast play, mutual masturbation
and finally pussy licking. I flipped out over having my pussy
licked. Kathy did it to me first, and I went through the ceiling.
I could hardly wait to return the favor. What a wonderfully
sensual feeling!
Today I simply love to lie between a woman’s thighs with the
smooth wetness of her cunt around my tongue and lips as I gaze up
between her breasts to watch her passion. At any rate, it was a
heady time. We were at each other every chance we could safely do
so. We thought up all kinds of games to play, and even
experimented with fruits and veggies.
(I knew I was going to get in trouble, Lori. My pussy is
practically dripping with excitement. I’ve taken my shirt off to
sit on so I don’t stain the chair. The vibrations are up on my
Butterfly, and I’m back to typing one-handed. My breasts and
nipples wanted too much attention. I’m afraid I may have to take
that orgasm break before long. This letter might take forever!)
Our little brother was two years younger than I. (I guess he
still is, isn’t he?) His cock had been a fixation for me ever
since I was twelve. I didn’t know why. I just knew I was
constantly curious about it. When we were wrestling, I could
sometimes feel it–and sometimes feel it hard. I was forever
trying to catch him in the act of dressing or undressing so I
could see it. And I was always trying to spy on him when he was
in the bathroom. But he was always so private that I couldn’t see
it–which, of course, made me want to see it all the more!
As I began to develop, I began teasing him to see if I could
make it hard. I’d sit so he could see my panties or stand in
front of the light so he could almost see through my nightie.
Sometimes I’d leave my door open when I changed clothes, then act
surprised and mad when he saw me partially naked. Or I’d leave
the bathroom door cracked when I took a shower in case he wanted
to peek.
It was exciting to watch his reactions. Part of the thrill was
testing out my powers as a young woman. It seems he had a hard-on
all the time, and I knew I frequently caused it. Sometimes I’d
stand outside his bedroom door and listen to him jerk-off. Of
course, I didn’t know what he was doing, but it was something he
wasn’t suppose to do. And that made it more exciting.
(That’s it. I can’t take this any longer. Time for a break!)
(Well, it’s another day. One orgasm wasn’t enough yesterday.
And after the second, I was too wiped out to continue. Today I
thought I’d try one of my soft dildos while I type. There’s no
vibration, but I like the fullness. This is fun, getting naughty
with you, Lori.)
Well, back to the story. After about six months of playing
around with each other, Kathy and I decided to get Scott. By then
she’d touched her boyfriend’s cock when they’d made out, and
she’d told me all about it. I’d told her about Scott, too, so
we’d both been teasing him. And she told me what he was doing in
his room. One night Mom and Dad were gone, so we put our plan
into action. We really teased him that night while we watched TV.
We wrestled with him in our nighties so he could “accidentally”
touch us, and we really sat “sloppily.” Then, when he went to
bed, we waited outside his door until we heard the bedsprings
squeaking.
At that, we rushed in and turned on the light. Sure enough, he
was laying on his back, his hand wrapped around his little
pecker. You should have seen his face, Lori! At first he was
really mad at us, but Kathy got him calmed down and told him we’d
take all our clothes off for him if he’d show us what he was
doing. I was so hot from just seeing his cock that all I could do
was stand there and shake. God, it was so exciting! After we
watched him pump himself for awhile, Kathy said she’d let him
touch her breasts if she could touch his prick. I could take that
for only so long before I had to get into the act. Kathy showed
me how to jerk him off, and I made him shoot all over the place.
Now that I really loved! And at that age, of course, they never
get soft, so we kept playing until we heard Mom and Dad drive in.
As long as we lived at home, the three of us had each other
for love, comfort and fun. Eventually we taught Scott how to play
with us and eat us, and we learned to suck him off. That’s where
we drew the line, but we had hours and hours of loving fun. I
like to think Kathy and I taught Scott how to be a superior
lover, but I suppose I’ll never know. Once each of us left home,
the subject never came up again.
The only feelings I’ve ever had about all of that are Good and
Wonderful. I’ve read where incest is suppose to make people feel
dirty and become anti-social. It’s hard for me to relate to that
because I did well in school, was popular and never felt dirty at
all. No one will ever convince me that what we did was wrong– it
was too good to be bad. It brought us closer together, and
there’s always been lots of love. Although we agreed to stop at
oral sex, I’ll admit I wanted Scott in me very badly. I wanted
him to take my virginity; I still think it would have been better
and more loving if he had. But I’ll admit I don’t think about the
social issues anymore. I’ve spent half my life worrying about my
sexuality and the other half saying, “Who cares?”
What I do in my bedroom is my business. I know I don’t fit any
of the “This Is A Woman” molds. By any standard I’ve ever seen,
I’m definitely over-sexed. I have strong exhibitionist
tendencies, which fits the mold. But I’m also very visually
oriented, and have a strong voyeuristic streak, as well. That
doesn’t fit the mold. Sexual guilt is almost foreign to me, and
I’m more drawn to adventure than security in sexual matters.
So I don’t know where I fit in, but I don’t worry about it too
much. I know that other than the emptiness and loneliness of life
without a woman since I’ve been married, I’ve had a much richer,
fuller and happier sex life than most women ever will.
That first incident with Scott began my life-long obsession
with cocks. I’m an inveterate crotch watcher, wondering what’s
behind the zipper, what it looks like, how it feels and things
like that. Each size and shape has it’s own special attraction,
but I love them all. I love the way they look, the way they feel
in me, on me and in my hand and mouth. I love their taste and
their texture. And I love their warm cum in my mouth or on my
face and breasts. One of my favorite fantasies is to be naked on
my knees, surrounded by 5 or 6 naked sixteen or seventeen year-
old boys. I could go around the circle, giving each a nice, long
suck; then lie back and watch them jerk off until they splash hot
cream all over my body. I know my chance of ever having that
happen is gone, but oh, do I love the fantasy!
As bitter as I sometimes get with my husband’s closed-
mindedness about bisexuality, I’m grateful for his understanding
of my love of cocks. Every once in awhile he arranges a 3-some
with another man. Have you ever done that, Lori? Those are such
wonderful times for me. The “discovery” of a new cock. Two cocks
to play with. And the devoted attentions of two men. I always
feel so female and so special. And I love my husband all the more
for it.
Well, another book and still not enough questions asked of
you. I can’t believe how good it feels to be able to talk like
this with someone. Maybe now that I’ve blurted all of this out we
can move on to a better correspondence.
Write soon, Lori.
Horny for you,
Carla
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Monday, April 6th, 2009By Dryad
I was walking into Mr. Allan’s class when Gary spoke to me.
“I signed up.”
“Signed up for what?” For a sport? For a class? What?
“The Marine recruiter is down in the guidance office.” The Marines? Was he crazy? I looked into his face. Purpose and excitement.
“What about College?” I guess I was saying what about me. He thought it was a fucking game! Go play soldier. Didn’t he realize people DIED?
Died. Then I got scared. I mean, we’d been going out for 2 years now, ever since he moved into town.
“You know I gotta go. College will be here when I come back.” He kissed me. The bell rang, and we took our seats. English class flew by; I didn’t hear a word. I sat next to him, covertly watching him.
After English, we went down to study hall. The junior/senior study hall was open, and ever since the war began, they’d put the large screen TV in there, so we could watch CNN. We sat close to it, watching the night-vision commentaries; him in anticipation, me in dread. I held his hand, as if I could keep him here with me.
I took a deep breath. All the “experts” seem to say it won’t last long. So I began to do something stupid. I started to pray. Pray to God, pray to fate, hell, pray to any greater being who’d listen. Make it end. Make it end before graduation. I gripped his hand tighter. He looked at me, questioningly. I couldn’t answer. I rested my head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around me. I willed myself not to cry.
Fuck. I hate being selfish. Here I am worried about me, how it will affect me and my plans.
“Why?” I finally managed to whisper.
He squeezed me tighter, “Aw, honey, it’s not about you, it’s about what’s right.”
He was the one who was going. Willing to stand up to the bullies of the world; hell, whip their ass. I squeezed him tightly to me. The teacher walked up to us, make us split up, I’m sure.
Then he did something strange.
“Gary, you were in the guidance office this morning, weren’t you?”
“Yep.”
“You’re going?”
He nodded shyly. Gary was always cute that way; one of the things I loved about him was his modesty. Like he never realized what a great guy he was.
Instead of making us sit apart, he just smiled this weird adult smile and walked away. I swear, I nearly lost it. I felt Gary kiss the top of my head, his arm holding me tighter to him. We sat and watched the news repeat the same news bytes over and over until the end of study hall.
That night he came over after he got home from work. He asked my parents if it was all right if we went out for a drive, since it was a school night. My parents of course, loved him. My dad just nodded when I told him that Gary’d enlisted. He seemed to expect it. Maybe its some sort of guy thing that I just can’t understand.
While he was at work, I poured my anger into my diary. My hurt, my fear. Because as I started thinking about it, I realized what it was.
I was afraid. Afraid how this would change him, change US. I knew change was coming, I mean, we’re leaving school; but I never considered that we’d be apart. War is so REAL. What would I do if he died? I can’t act the widow; we aren’t married. All I heard in my head was “just a girlfriend” Just. Jesus. He could have at least talked to me about it!
But he couldn’t. I tried to be logical about this. It’s his life. Hell, in some ways, he thinks it’s a responsibility. And damn it, I hated to say it.
It is.
Then I got really proud of him. HE didn’t need to be called; he enlisted of his own free will. He knew what’s at stake. And part of me–the part that isn’t selfish– loved him even more.
I’ll try to be a bigger person. I quashed down that selfish part, told it to shut the hell up, that it doesn’t know what it’s talking about.
So when he asked my parents if we could go for a drive, I knew what he was asking me. My parents, said yes, though they never had before. We drove around for a bit, just quietly talking about whatever, but avoiding the real topic. We made it to one of our make out places. Yes, we had a few. He turned off the car, and we climbed into the back. For a while, he just held me, kissing me softly. I sat in his lap, curling up against him. My fingers traced his face and I could feel his smooth skin. I sighed into the kiss.
I leaned into his body, wanting him closer to me. In my head I was already counting down the time to when he’d be shipped off to San Diego for basic. Three months, more or less. Five months until he’d be shipped overseas. I sighed again, holding him close to me. His hands moved to my waist, sliding beneath my shirt and skimming my chest to my breasts. I shifted in his lap, and straddled him, as his hands shed me of my shirt, momentarily breaking our kiss. His lips returned, but to my breasts, rather than to my mouth. My back arched as I moaned in response. His mouth was hungry, and I was desperate for this closeness. My fingers worked through his hair, pulling him closer to me. He rolled, and placed me laying on my back. The moonlight reflected in his earnest eyes. I could see the unspoken question in his eyes.
I leaned up and kissed him gently, easing his t-shirt over his head. We kissed again, my chest pressed up against his chilled skin. His body shivered, and it made me smile. Suddenly, I felt powerful. I nibbled on his chin, my fingers sliding down his back to his jeans. A slight tug got him looking at me again.
We tried to squirm out of our respective jeans, both of us giggling at the contortions necessitated by the small confines of the back seat. Then, he came to me. I could feel the heat his dick brought against my thigh. I shivered, not sure of the decision I was about to make.
For the last 2 years, I’d said no. Victorian charm, fear, censure, morality; call it what you will. I loved Gary. He knew that. And it’s not like I never let him do anything; we’d fooled around as much as any other teenage couple; we just never actually “did it”.
But fear is a powerful thing and I needed to be closer. I arched into him, moaning his name, as he nibbled at my neck. I pressed my pelvis into his, silently begging for more. Gary must’ve felt the difference in my reactions because he leaned up from me. I gave a barely perceptible nod.
Shaking, he asked, “Are you sure?”
I leaned up to kiss him in response. He jumped, and I had to giggle as he hit his head on the roof of the car. He reached into the front seat to get his wallet out of his jeans, and pulled out a condom. Putting it on the ledge behind the back seat, he leaned back down to kiss me. His fingers went down lower, teasing my pussy. His fingers moved within me, making me jerk beneath him. My breath became ragged, until I was begging him. Quickly he slipped on the condom, and nervously pressed his head against my opening. It felt different, bigger than his fingers, firmer. I breathed deeply, shakily as my body started to get used to the feeling. I opened my eyes to see him watching my face for my reactions. I smiled gently at him and pressed back against him.
I felt the pull as something tore, and my body tensed. He groaned, visibly shaking to keep still.
He murmured, “God, you are so beautiful,” then slowly pulled out. It ached a bit, then he pressed gradually back in. He moved gently inside me, his eyes focused on my face. I watched the concern and love and yes, fear, in his eyes. Even in the half-dark, I could read their glittering depths. I leaned up and kissed him, first tenderly, then more passionately.
It was as if I had given him permission, and he was pressing into me more and more firmly. The ache was gone, only a fullness and a yearning. I pressed up against his bucking thighs, moaning incoherently. He continued, as he stroked the sweat soaked hair out of my face. I could feel his thrusts getting choppier. With a deep groan, he jerked against me, and I felt the sudden expansion of his dick.
I was panting, still unfulfilled. He collapsed against me, kissing my breast, moaning against my skin. Suddenly, he shifted, his hand reaching lower.
“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help myself. You’re so beautiful.” He gasped out. And as he said it, his fingers found my clit, flicking it quickly. My inner muscles squeezed against his deflating cock, causing him to moan. His fingers moved faster, practiced at making me cum this way. It didn’t take him long to get me to join him, and I was shrieking my praise.
We laid down together spoon style on the seat, his arm curled around me, holding me to me. I felt him whisper in against my hair.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“You’ve said that already.”
“Well, it bears repeating. I love you.” He was quiet for a moment, his fingers moving idly over my skin. “I’ll come back. I promise.” His fingers stilled, then squeezed me.
I whispered quietly as I turned to look at him, “don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“Your love for me will keep me safe.” I looked at him. If he weren’t so serious, so earnest, it would have sounded like the corniest thing in the world. But I saw the look in his eyes. And there was nothing I wanted more than to believe him.
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The Hot Orgy part3
Wednesday, March 25th, 2009 mistress, as Mistress Karen, from our previous visits. I let my hand slide
down Kat’s ass, and I found her entrance as we still walked. She wriggled her
butt and my fingers slid into her sopping pussy. I called out to Mistres Karen
and introduced Kat.
Kat told her that she looked sexy, and that she (Kat) had always wanted to
try a little B&D to see what it was about. Karen looked at me and then my cock.
“Well, have you been pumping cunts tonight?” She asked, then looked at Kat.
“Or maybe cumming a lot on a redhead?”
“Oh! That’s not his cum.” Kat said. “This is from about eight guys tonite,
and a few girls.”
“Hmmm. You look like a sexy little slut.” Karen said, eyeing her red bush.
Kat’s pussy contracted around my fingers, and she pushed back a bit too.
The blonde was kneeling and listening to all of this. “Have you forgotten your
manners?” Karen asked me and then nodded to the blonde.
“Oh! Yes. Kat, this is my wife — Tracy. Tracy, meet Kat.”
Kat looked down at Tracy, and Tracy looked up at Kat, noticing my fingers
deep in the redhead’s cunt.
“I want to suck your pussy pleeeeezze!” Tracy begged. Karen had obviously
brought her to a high state of arousal (again), and now she wanted release. Kat
stepped away, grabbing my hand and holding to Tracy’s mouth. “Taste” Kat said.
Tracy licked my fingers off, sucking each one greedily.
Karen watched, then began her speciality. “You want to suck this sperm
covered slut’s cunt?” She asked Tracy. Tracy’s moaned a yes. We went into a
small unoccupied room. “Lick the cum off her tits.” Karen commanded Tracy.
Tracy stood up and began licking sperm from Kat’s tits, lapping like a kitten.
Karen stood next to me, stroking my cock as I stroked her clit and pussy. Karen
had large tits, the kind that sag a bit, and I fondled one while we watched
the two girls.
“Yess.” Kat moaned. “Suck my tits. Lick the cum from the nipples.”
Tracy did, and Kat pressed Tracy’s face against her sperm covered chest
rubbing her tits on Tracy’s face. “Eat her cunt.” Karen said after I slipped
two fingers in her soaked pussy. Tracy knelt and began sucking Kat’s dripping
cunt, with both of them finally laying on the floor about a minute later. As
we watched, Karen and I both got hotter and hotter. I moved behind her and
slid my cock in her cunt and began to slowly fuck her as we knelt and watched.
After a few minutes, I whispered an idea to Karen, and she chuckled, nodding
her head.
“Enough!” Karen snapped. “Tracy, lay down on your back.” Karen re-tied her
hands, this time to her feet with long leather straps. Tracy’s legs were wide
open and bent about halfway.
“Now, I want you to fuck Kat, half-standing.” Karen told me. Karen moved
us into position. Kat, standing over Tracy’s chest, bent over and put her
hands on either side of Tracy’s hips. Then I slid my cock into her wide open
cunt and began to pump. Tracy had a good view of me fucking this hot redhead’s
twat. Karen moved Kat so that her face was inches from my wife’s blonde cunt,
and Kat’s tits barely touched Tracy’s stomach.
“Now,” Karen said, “pump your hot cum into her cunt. Fill her full of cum!”
I began to fuck Kat, feeling her soaking cunt drip as I stroked in and out
of her. Her hips were slippery from all the cum that had run down her body,
and we rocked against each other roughly. Then Karen ordered Tracy to urge us
on, to tell us what she wanted to see, because Tracy wouldn’t get her pussy
sucked until after Kat and I had both cum.
“Fuck her.” Tracy said, knowing that this wasn’t enough.
“You can do better than that.” Karen said, pulling on one of Tracy’s large
dark nipples.
“Fuck her cunt. Let me see you cum in her cunt!” Tracy said.
“C’mon slut!” Karen said, still pulling a nipple, “I’ve heard you do better
than that. Get nasty!”
Tracy did, and she got us all very hot. “Fuck that sperm covered slut! Fuck
her wet cunt. Cum in her cunt and make her suck my clit and cum in her face. I
want to cum on her sperm covered face!”
Karen was pulling Tracy’s nipples now, and talking dirty too. “You like to
watch your husband fuck little sperm covered sluts? You like sucking his cum
from slut’s cunts don’t you? I’ll bet you’re his cum-drenched slut at home. I
bet you love his cum on your face and tits don’t you?”
Kat’s tightening pussy and the dirty talk got me off. I moaned and rammed
deep into Kat’s cunt, filling her with my cum. No sooner than we’d finished,
than Karen pulled me out, and made Kat kneel over Tracy’s face. My still hot
cum ran down her thighs and dripped from her cunt, right into Tracy’s mouth and
face. Kat sat down on Tracy’s lapping tounge, and began to cum again. Karen
pulled me away and sucked my soft cock while we watched. Kat bent down and she
began to suck Tracy’s cunt, sucking her clit hard.
Tracy always came hard, and now, fully aroused and begging for release,
she was out of control. Tracy arched up, grinding her cunt against Kat’s face,
and then writhing underneath the sperm drenched redhead. Kat too was pushing
her cunt against Tracy’s face, and the two of them moaned and thrashed.
Karen had sucked me to hardness again, and I told her that I’d just about
had my limit. While the two girls sucked each others cunts, Karen mounted me,
and began a slow fuck. We watched Kat and Tracy, redhead and blonde, give each
other multiple orgasms. Kat was sucking cunt like she was starved for it, and
…End of the part3. To be continued..
Carols First Threesome
Wednesday, March 4th, 2009
I have always had this desire to have a threesome with another woman and
a man, and the other day this desire of mine came true. But let me start
at the beginning.
My name is Carol, and I’m twenty five, and I work in a shop in the
center of town. I think I’m very nice looking, for I have a first class
figure, and I like sex more than anything else in the world.
I am bi-sexual, and found that out some time ago, and making it with
another woman is very nice. But, to be honest, for a real thrill, for
the best possible orgasms, I go to a man, for I only feel really happy
and satisfied when I have a nice red hot cock inside of me.
Well, although I had made it with other women, I always had this
secret desire to have a threesome, a man, and me, and another woman, but
try as I might, I had been unable to get it together ….. until a few
days ago that is.
I was out shopping when I ran into Jane, and I hadn’t seen her for
ages. She is the same age as me and we used to fuck with each other
quite a lot, and then we sort of drifted apart.
We were both pleased to see each other, so we went into this little
coffee bar for a drink and a chat.
“Where do you live now?” I asked, for she had moved out of town six
months earlier.
“I’ve moved back,” she said. “I live just around the corner from
you. I’ve only been back a few days, and I was meaning to look you up.”
I stared at her across the table, and then picked up my cup. She
looked lovely with her long blonde hair and her sexy eyes and her lovely
smile. Just looking at her reminded me of the times we had fucked, and
thinking about that made the juices cream up inside me.
“Perhaps we could get together again sometime?” I suggested.
“That would be nice,” she said, she nodded and then she smiled. “I
remember how lovely your pussy used to taste,” she went on. “I loved
going down on you and licking your cunt.”
“I loved the taste of your sweet pussy also,” I said, and looked at
her and added. “how about getting together again?”
“I live with this man called Bill,” she said.
“Oh.”
“But come around and see me, Carol,” she said. “Come round and we’ll
have a threesome. I’m sure you’ll like Bill, he’s a great lover, with a
huge cock, and I’m sure he’d really love to get his cock inside you.”
“You always did say what you were thinking, Jane,” I said.
“No point in beating around the bush,” she replied. “look, here’s my
new address, come around this evening; meet Bill, and if you like him
then we’ll all get it together.”
“If you like him, them I’m sure I’ll like him,” I said.
“He has the tastiest cock that I’ve ever sucked,” she said, and she
stirred some sugar into her coffee.
“I like good tasty cock,” I replied.
“Yes, I know you do,” she said. “Not only has he got this huge cock,
but he really does know how to use it.”
“That’s nice,” I whispered, and the thought of a threesome that very
evening was making me very wet indeed, so wet that I thought my panties
would be a real mess when I got home.
“Look, come around about eight this evening,” she said, and she
finished her coffee and stood up. “I’m sure you’ll like him, and anyway,
I’m really looking forward to sucking out that pussy of yours again.”
“And I’m looking forward to tasting your cunt cream once more,” I
…End of the part1. To be continued..
