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implementation of a strict male management policy that will affect each and
every man and boy on the planet. The choice is yours.” She stroked me
lightly again, peering into my eyes, deciphering the meaning of my moans,
taking me to the precise edge of ecstasy itself, and then withdrew.
“Pl-please! I-I” She backed up a distance of about ten feet. I began
swaying my hips as the bailiffs held me, trying to hump the air.
“Fuck yourself, Daniel, if you must.” she said. “The consequences of your
actions are yours alone.” I became aware of my freed hand and began to reach
for my cock, stopping abruptly as I saw her giggle in contempt. My organ
shrank just a millimeter and I felt the tension subside just a bit when an
invading finger belonging to one of the bailiffs found my rectum and forced
it open, sliding up inside, pressing hard on my prostate gland. It was
simply too much. The hot liquid rope shot out on its own, and my reflexes
took over. I grabbed my cock in an attempt at damage control, but it was
too late. Streams of cum gushed forth, the jury gasped, the prosecutor
grinned at the spectacle, the judge banged her gavel, and I suddenly felt a
towel covering my mouth and nostrils. The odor was astringent, and as I
spilled the last of my seed on the courtroom floor I fell into a dark, deep
sleep.
The first thing I noticed upon returning to my senses was the peculiar
sensation of lying supine in a strange location. I was still naked but on a
soft surface, much like a bed. The lighting was a bit dim, the
surroundings seemed feminine, and the linens were perfumed. My wrists were
locked into fur-lined shackles and confined above my head, with both ankles
being fastened to the bedposts at the other end in a similar fashion.
There was a good deal of laughing and revelry coming from an adjacent room,
all of which seemed to be female voices. It sounded like a party. I
strained to hear some of the things being said, but all of the chatter was
interspersed with giggling and wasn’t too lucid. After a short period of
time, a woman poked her head in the door and called out to the partygoers
after noticing my emerging consciousness.
“Gina!” the voice said. “He’s awake!” She abruptly closed the door and
began conversing with someone in the hall. I tried to shake the cobwebs
from my head as I seemed to hear the assemblage of voices move away. When I
had almost drifted to sleep again, the door opened and an attractive woman
came inside.
It was the woman who had prosecuted me in the courtroom. She had changed
from her business suit into blue jeans and a sweatshirt, but my body still
tensed in mortification at her presence. She smiled sweetly as she sat upon
the bed, and roughly grabbed and pulled my face towards her as I began to
glance away.
“You can look at me, Daniel,” she said, smiling infectiously stroking my
hair lightly. “In fact, I want you to look at me!”
“What happened? Where am -” I was still a bit groggy from whatever drug
they had used to sedate me in the courtroom.
“The jury retired after you deprived us of your conscious presence,” Gina
said, matter of factly. “You were subsequently convicted of first degree
rape. It took them about fifteen minutes to decide.”
“Well, why–why am I here? Where’s my own attorney? What-what’s going
on?” I strained against my bonds. “Why am I tied up like this?”
“You’re here because I wanted you here.” Gina licked her lips and trailed
her fingernail sensuouly down my neck. “I defeated you in public before
the world, and now it gives me enormous pleasure to defeat you in private.”
“What are you talking about?” I raised my head as much as the restraints
would allow. Gina smiled.
“Minutes after the unanimous verdict was read, the world’s various
governments ordered the full implementation of a global policy of male
management. That order is being carried out as I speak, with males
worldwide being separated from one another and segregated into small groups
for transport to labor camps at diverse locations.” I groaned and leaned
back as Gina’s light touch danced about my erect nipples.
“In fact, Daniel, you are now something of a pariah amongst the male
population.” She continued to rub me softly, with my own humiliation
heightened by my arousal. “Some of them speak of inflicting bodily injury
on you. Others talk openly of murder. They consider you weak and
worthless, a poor representative of your own gender.” Gina suddenly reached
down and cupped my scrotum, giggling audibly as she stared into my eyes.
“Which, of course, is what you are. That’s why we targeted you for
prosecution and for this demonstration.” Gina brought my thickening organ
to a fully erect state with some skillful stimulation, much as she had in
the courtroom. She continued to speak.
“We will, naturally, fully protect your safety and provide you with a
comfortable existence. You will never have to work in the camps with the
other males. In fact, you won’t be allowed to work at all. Which is why
you’ll probably never again see another male in person for as long as you
live. From time to time, we’ll take pictures of you apparently living a
life of luxury and leak those photographs to the males in the camps.” She
grinned from ear to ear as I squirmed in agony. “Keeping the males angry at
…End of the part5. To be continued..
“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..
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
One fantasy has to do with a camping trip, where a girlfriend and I are
camping with either another couple or one of her girlfriends. We find a
nice place in the mountains, away from the regular campground areas, where
we can enjoy the peace and tranquility of nature.
We make our camp, setting up two tents, and the “kitchen”, before night-
fall. After the evening meal, we all sit around a campfire, enjoying the
coolness of a summer evening after a hot summer’s day. Talk ranges from the
silly to the hilarious, as we tell jokes and stories. Soon it is time to
bed down for the night and that’s when the fantasy really begins.
We enter our tent, and arrange the sleeping bags and other articles
before undressing for bed. When “Debi” removes her top and bra, I’m aroused
by the sight of her breasts, illuminated by a the light of a single candle-
lantern. I reach over and gently cup my hand under her breast, lifting it
slightly so that its weight rests fully in my hand. I feel her response as
she gasps a little in suprise. I bend my head forward and flick my tounge
over her nipple several times before I take it between my lips and gently
suck it, using my lips to roll her nipple back and forth.
“Ummm, you’d better let me finish undressing before you start that.” she
whispers, “Or do you want to do it for me?”
I simply release her in silent reply, undressing as she does. I marvel
at the beauty and elegance of her form. From the graceful lines of her face,
to her full breasts that fill my hands so nicely, and down to her hips, with
their tantalizing curves and the patch of orange-red hair centered between
them. Her legs are nicely shaped, and as she extends them out onto the
sleeping bags, I envision how beautiful they look wrapped around my waist.
After blowing out the candle-lantern, I turn to lay down, and she places
a hand against my chest.
“Stay there a minute.” she says. An with that, she sits up and begins to
return the caress that I gave her a minute ago. Her head bends down and I
feel her breath against my nipple. Then her tounge is teasing and caressing
at the same time. Finally, she sucks the nipple into her mouth, rapidly
running her tounge around it. Her hand strays to my thigh, caressing the
inside, tantalizingly close, but still keeping away. I know this game, and
its name is estacy.
She lifts her head and smiles in the darkness. I can barely see her but
her blue eyes are sparkling with secret suprises. Through the darkness I
reach for her waist, sliding my hands up until my thumbs are underneath her
breasts, drawing her close to me. We kiss, gently at first, with tender
and sensitive tounges playing over one another until the intensity of the
night begins to fan the flames of desire. Tounges begin to run wild, first
in her mouth, then in mine. Our hands are caressing, kneading and pinching
flesh on one another, promising more later, and wanting it now.
A giggle breaks the spell, as we realize the thin nylon of the tent does
nothing to stop sound. We listen to our friends for a moment, trying to
figure out if we’ve been overheard. Another giggle, followed by a slight
moan tells us we need not worry about them. We return to our private little
heaven, kissing to restore the flames.
Kissing her all over, ignoring the place she wants kissed most of all,
while at the same time, returning my hands to her nipples, to lightly pinch
and pull on them I can hear her breathing becoming heavier and watch the
rise and fall of her hips.
Without warning, she suddenly sits up, grabbing my shoulders and forces
me onto my back. Suprised, I lay down on the sleeping bag, as she half-
stands inside the little tent. As her pussy descends towards my face I can
hear a lusty voice whisper, “Don’t tease me. Eat my pussy damn it.”
Her thighs on either side of my head, I open my mouth and use my tounge
explore her moist tender pussy. I’m suprised by her wetness, and the force
of the rythmic motions her hips are generating. Her hands are in my hair,
pulling up on my head, making me realize she’d wanted this all night.
On and on into the night. She grinds her pussy against my tounge and
pulling my head into her thighs threatens to pull my hair out. On and on,
her breathing is comming in shorter and shorter breaths. Her wetness is
everywhere it seems. I can feel it in my moustache, on my cheeks, and even
some running down my neck from my chin. She announces her orgasm with
short breaths and little cries, while her whole body spasms and shudders its
approval. My lips are pressing and sliding over her clit in off-rythym beat
to her contractions, trying to prolong her pleasure.
Finally, she is spent. For now the afterglow of her orgasm will make her
limp and exhausted. She rolls over onto her side next to me, and a heavy
sigh escapes from her lips. “Oh God,”, she whisper-sighs, “I love the way
you eat me.”
She looks up at me with those eyes full of love and contentment, and she
smiles as she continues “You love it too, don’t you?”
“Of course.” I say, even though my jaws ache, “It give me a chance to
watch you respond. A chance to watch you enjoying it. And I love the way
you taste.”
She giggles and mentions my wet moustache as she runs a finger over it,
…End of the part1. To be continued..
His lips breathe softly over hers; the merest hint of a touch. They do not linger,
but pull back, so his eyes could gaze into her faraway eyes. She smiled slowly,
leaning into him. Their lips connected, embraced, teasing—nuzzling lightly. His
tongue flicked out to trace the sensuous outline of her lip. Her own tongue flicked
out to meet his own, tempting him further. He pulled back his tongue, closing his lips.
He taunted her unmercifully, making her moan slightly. She leaned further into him,
greedy for his kiss. Languorously, he nuzzled, softly brushing his lips. Her mouth
opened in reflex, silently begging for a more intimate attention. With a low moan, his
tongue entered her softly. He flicked at her own tongue, before exploring her upper palate,
her teeth, her cheek. Slowly he made his way around, languidly. Her arms wrapped
around his neck, as her chest pressed into his. She did her best to entice him,
to draw him further, but he held back. She whimpered in need, and he smiled into her
lips. His actions became more energetic. Teeth nipped at her lips, before suckling
on her tongue, pulling it into his mouth. She returned the heightened ardor, nipping
on his own lip, sucking it into her mouth before releasing it. As he did, his hands
roamed lightly over her back, caressing her before pulling her even closer to him. She
leaned into him eagerly, their tongues rolling over the other’s like acrobats at play.
They exchanged breath. Fingers tightened on each other’s bodies. They pulled apart
slowly, smiling.
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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..
stuff.
Joe stood there behind my big sister, shuddering for a
moment, and then finally he pulled out. A big bulge of white
made the condom sag, while white foam circled my big brother’s
prick. If not for that latex barrier, we all knew that Betty
Jean would probably be carrying yet another baby; this time by
her big brother. What a sexy thought.
Daddy seemed to think so. With a bellow that echoed Joe’s,
my father suddenly jammed his big prick up my ass as far as it
would go. For a second, it HURT, but knowing my father was
filling my ass with his warm sticky seed was enough to get me off
too. Not that the feeling of his prick massaging my prostate
from the inside would have let me hold off very long anyway.
3
My prick exploded into Sue Ann’s tight little hole, and she
grabbed both Daddy and me in a death-grip, as I was almost
squashed between them.
For a moment or two, it was almost as though Daddy was
fucking my little sister right through me. Daddy’s prick would
expand in my behind, and as I felt his sperm squirt in me, I
would send a responding squirt into my little sister. Squirt
after squirt. It felt like Daddy’s sperm would go right through
my body, into the base of my prick, and then ripple through the
tube on the bottom until it ended up being deposited in the
little girl’s womb where it belonged.
Daddy was just emptying the last sticky drops into me, and I
was doing the same thing to my little sister, when Momma came in
from the kitchen to tell us all that breakfast was ready.
“My God,” she exclaimed in mock disgust, “Don’t you kids do
anything but fuck?” “What kind of sex-maniacs have I been
raising around here anyway?” she asked, taking in her two oldest
daughters, obviously both freshly screwed, with their father’s
seed still drooling obscenely out of the eldest, and the sticky
mess on the other matching the wilting rubber-covered cock on her
eldest son. To top it, Daddy, Sue Ann and I were still coupled
like three dogs, while Mary Beth was licking the juncture of our
thighs, and a white gob dripping out of her tight little slit
showed she hadn’t been sexually neglected that morning either.
Two little naked kids watched the whole thing, while still
playing with each other’s sex-parts.
First Daddy, then Mary Beth, then the whole room started
giggling, then laughing outright. If anyone was an example of
someone who liked to fuck, then it had to be Momma. After all,
with nine kids by her own son, one by her father, and two
grandchildren, it was pretty obvious how our mother liked to
spend her spare time.
At first, Momma huffed at our response, but finally the
humor of the situation got to her too. “OK,” she giggled, “now
it’s my turn. Joe, get another one of those rubber things, and
get over here and help your mother out. Mike, you go down and
tell your grandpa and little sisters that breakfast will be
ready, as soon as your mother gets HER share of the fun.”
I giggled, but followed Momma’s instructions by pulling out
of my little sister and padding down the hall to the other
bedroom, that Grandpa shared with the two younger girls and the
baby. Daddy patted me on the ass, as he pulled out of me with a
slight pop. “Ooh,” my ass stung a little, but Daddy’s sperm
soothed it a little too. Sometimes I almost wish I was a girl,
so Daddy could squirt up my tummy and get me pregnant like my
sisters could. Oh well.
I heard a yelp of pleasure as I left the room, and knew my
big brother’s cock was sliding into the womb that we all came out
of; filling it in a way that none of the rest of us could match.
Twice now, Joe has split a condom while fucking Momma, and we all
know that someday he’s going to knob her good. If not by
splitting a condom, then when Momma decides she’s gone long
enough without another baby.
4
…End of the part3. To be continued..
I’m not a pig. Really!
You say that because you don’t know, or don’t think. Yes, yes, he was my best friend’s
father. But you’re missing the point!
I was wandering the park. It was Monday afternoon; not many people out. It looked like
rain, but its not like I was gonna melt or anything.
Then I saw him. He was walking along the avenue of oaks. He looked gaunt, tired. No,
that’s not right. He looked alone, not the kind of closed off alone, but the kind like a
child has, and has lost something that kept them safe. Compared to the Mr. Allard I
knew, it was devastating. I mean, this is the man who actually let us teach him how to do
the Swim and the Monkey. He was so vibrant.
I knew Mrs. Allard had passed. Breast cancer. She only lived 4 months after they found
it. Such a shame. I read about the funeral, but hey, funerals are for the living. She knew
I’d miss her and wished her well and I wasn’t going to cry because I had known such a
beautiful person.
But here he was coming toward me. Actually, bumped right into me.
“Mr. Allard, I’m so sorry. I heard. It was so sudden. She was too young.” I said and I put
my hand on his arm. All of which are true. Words just never do service to the feelings we
have.
You could see it too him a moment to recognize me. Well, I guess that is fair, I stopped
straightening my hair when I graduated high school in ‘67, though he’s seen me since
then.
“Thank you,” he said forcing a slight smile. “It was quick; she didn’t suffer much.”
Odd how men have to act so macho, when its obvious he thought the world fell apart. I
fell into step with him. Why, You ask? Quite frankly, the man shouldn’t have been
alone. For all the times he listened to me, I could damn well listen. Maybe remind him
he didn’t die with her.
“This place,” he shook his head as he continued walking, “It was so special. Did you
know, Laura and I met here? I proposed to her, at the fountain.” He chuckled slightly. “I
was never so scared. I shook so bad, I actually dropped the ring in the fountain.” I
smiled. I could see him doing it. “We both jumped in, running our hands around looking
for it. She was so wet….” His voice trailed off suddenly. Like I was going to care? Hell,
I lost my virginity to Matt Jamison in his basement junior year. No, that wasn’t going to
bother me. Not only that, but I believe its important to remember those things. I reached
out for his hand. He looked so lost.
“It’s okay. It’s important to remember her that way. I’m not exactly the little kid you
remember.” I’d been practically living at their house since I was 7, so I guess his not
wanting to share that was understandable. But, he needs this, and it is certainly better he
talk it out with me than Denise. Kids don’t want to know about what their parents do after
hours.
Then it began to rain. I mean RAIN. It had been warm, so I had been wearing one of my
old hippie days peasant shirts. Not exactly good for rainstorms. Then I noticed it. He
was staring at my chest, but oddly, it wasn’t me he was staring at. I mean, come on,
Laura died of breast cancer; and I realized. I wasn’t hitting on him. I wasn’t asking for
anything. But, somehow I knew, I knew he needed to see, to feel, to realize that they all
didn’t go hard, malignant and murderous.
I took the hand I was holding and softly pulling it to my breast. “Its okay,” I murmured.
His hand shook, then rested on my breast.
“So soft,” He whispered. That is when I knew I was right. But I was getting soaked, and
the bandstand was way the hell over on the other side of the park. His fingers kneaded my
breast momentarily, then as though realizing the sky was opening up, he pulled me by the
hand, running toward a stand of hemlock Denise and I used to play house in, when we
were little kids.
We pushed our way through the outer boughs, and into the inner sanctum. It would stay
dry here, unless it started to downpour. Suddenly, he leaned low and kissed me softly,
putting all his boiling emotion into it. I knew it wasn’t me. He was far too in love with
Laura. But I realized this, and knew that this was his way of saying goodbye, or gaining
closure, or just healing. Call it what you will. I’ve done a lot of things in this life I
wasn’t exactly proud of, but letting him make love to me was not one of them. His hand
caressed my face, memorizing each detail, the slope of my jaw, the curve of my neck. He
kissed surprisingly well, and I soon found myself kissing him back; between the affection
and sensuality, I began to lose myself.
I showed him with my body, reminded him he was alive. My leg went up and wrapped
around his legs. Our lips parted, gasping for breath. We suddenly lost our balance and I
landed on top of him. We laughed out loud, and I rubbed his backside, pretending to
make his boo-boo feel better. We rolled in the dry, brown, slick needles.
He pressed into me, kissing me, but suddenly shy, sluggish; so tender of me. My hands
told him though, placed on his shoulders, bringing his lips to my breast. His lips covered
a chilled nipple through my shirt, warming it with his tongue. Oh, god I couldn’t tell you
how I felt. The sensation was incredible, yes, but I found I was needed. He needed me,
showed me how much he did, as he moved to my other side. This new sudden power
surged through me, and I could no long keep my body still.
“Please.” I whispered. Please forgive me for not being Laura, please let me help you.
He continued to trail down my tummy. My skirt was pulled up around my waist, and he
could see the tops of my stockings. He knelt between my legs, kissing my thighs just
above my stockings. My hands reached for his hair, pulling him closer. He nuzzled at
me, at my warmth. I reached down to help him, peeling it all off. He sighed. Such a
sigh!
Suddenly, he was licking against me. I went a bit hazy then. I shivered, quaked. Then
out of nowhere, I came. I mean really came hard. I usually make a ton of noise as I get
close, but this was such a surprise, I was speechless. His tongue fluttered over my clitoris,
and my orgasm continued, until I began to whimper low. God, I wanted him. It no longer
mattered that he was my friend’s father. He was someone I loved and respected, and was
making me feel incredible. I pulled him up to me, wanting more of him.
He knelt between my legs, pressing his head against me, rubbing it softly into my
wetness, before pressing slowly into me. He filled me. His warmth, his caring. This was
different from all the times I’d slept with people; it wasn’t for fun, it wasn’t to prove a
point—wasn’t because I had hopes of marrying. It was just caring.
He pressed in fully, before sliding back out just as slowly. I couldn’t help but moan,
feeling the pressure build within me again. Felt how he was feeling in an odd sense.
Shaking beneath him, feeling him lose himself in my body.
I watched his face as he relaxed from his orgasm. I smiled softly. He looked stunned,
even a bit embarrassed; it was very sweet. But then I saw the pain creep in. He fell onto
my chest, weeping the large tears that only come with something so painful. I didn’t say
anything. I wrapped my arms around him, and let him lose himself in me.
Later, he tried to apologize, said I could press charges for raping me. I shook my head. I
knew what I was doing.
So now, you think I’m a pig. Well, you know what? I don’t care. Cuz I just saw a
smiling man hold his new grandchild. A man who hasn’t REALLY smiled in a long time.
Denise had a baby girl. My god daughter’s name is Laura.
Fin
Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) http://www.asstr.org/~Dryad
As they boarded the ship, one of the crewmen held her hand to
assist her down the step to the deck. Her boys were already
being handed water guns by a female pirate dressed in what could
only be described as wench wear. She could feel the engines
thrum below as they moved out into the bay. She watched idly as
the boys ran around the deck, playing on the ratlines and ship’s
wheel set up for their play, making fast friends with other
children on the ship as only children can do. She noticed the
lack of other parents and realized most of the crew must’ve been
hired as child wranglers. Oh well.
It was then that the captain, for he couldn’t have been
anything else, came off the forecastle deck. Her breath stuck
in her throat. Pure male perfection in a uniform that left
nothing to the imagination. She gulped. He caught her gaze and
gave a sheepish grin.
“Hi there! You must be Mrs. Aubrey, the lone parent brave enough!”
She nodded in answer.
“Garish, isn’t it? And I’m Evan.” he flashed a winsome smile.
“I don’t know. I imagine you get hit on a lot because of it,”
she replied, shaking his hand. “Please call me Ann. ‘Mrs.
Aubrey’ makes me sound like my mother-in-law.”
Her own buccaneers were chasing each other around the deck
soaking everything in their path with the Supersoaker 3000’s
they carried. She couldn’t follow what it was they were playing,
but there were plenty of kids getting soaked.
“Seems like a nice set-up,” she said changing the subject.
“It is, during the tourist season, and during the Conch
Republic Independence celebrations.” He replied, leaning against
the ships’ rail. “Let me guess, the husband is fishing.”
She blushed. “You must see us fisherman’s widows a lot.”
He grinned. “Why do you think we have the costumes? Drums up
business.” He chuckled. She would’ve nudged him but stopped
herself; she didn’t know him well enough to be that familiar.
She settled for replying, “That’s terrible!” but grinning with
him through it. She looked out over the deck as the boys chased
each other with their water guns.
She heard the blast of water before she felt it. Her nipples
reacted quickly to the cold water, pushing out against the wet
cloth, as though they hoped to escape into the warmer air. The
cloth itself became nearly transparent so that even her areolas
were visible.
“BOYS!” She yelled. Embarrassed, she crossed her arms in front
of her chest, berating the boys for not being more careful. She
blushed dreadfully; she was talking with one of the sexiest men
she’d seen in a while, and here she was acting like a gauche
schoolgirl.
“Shit.” She muttered under her breath, loud enough for him to
hear.
“Hey, this happens all the time. Come with me to the Captain’s
quarters. We have some extra uniforms there.” He waggled his
eyebrows. She gave it serious consideration. She knew he was
flirting with her, but then, he himself had mentioned the myriad
fisherman’s widows they had. It could be just as much an act as
the rest. But hell, she was giving everyone a show now…she
needed to get something over her. She followed him across the
deck, circumspectly sighing over the perfection of his ass.
He led her beneath the forecastle deck into a shadowy room. It
was furnished just as you would expect a pirate captain’s
quarters to be furnished; a large wooden desk, old maps, swords
and muskets hung on the walls. When she looked about, he noticed
and explained.
“Sometimes we have to hold our festivities below decks, like
when we hit a rain shower; so we use this room. She nodded as he
pulled an extra poet’s shirt out of a chest then continued to
…End of the part2. To be continued..
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