Love Lost, Love Found

Short Story

Mary was only a year younger than me. We met at a friends birthday party in my sophomore year. I instantly had a crush on the girl with short blond pigtails and braces. Mary had a soft voice and was hard to hear while in the party so we sat outside by the rivers edge and talked.  
Mary’s mother picked her up a little before the party officially ended and I didn’t see her again for four years ironically it was at another party.

Mary had grown up and filled out a lot over the last four years and I almost didn’t recognize her when I first saw her. The party was a graduation party for one of my ex-girlfriends named Shannon, we had remained friends but once I got to the party I realized I was only invited so she could make me jealous.  Shannon kept her new boyfriend attached to her by the elbow at all times and introduced him to me as “My new boyfriend Brent, he is a Sophomore in college.”

I laughed at the introduction and shook his hand as I remembered filling Shannon’s mouth with my cum a few months earlier. I broke up with Shannon because she constantly talked about her ex-boyfriends and how they could make her cum by doing various things to her body. Now if Shannon was so desperate to make me jealous she must be doing the same thing with Brent explaining the details of how I got her off to him every night.

I found the kitchen and saw a dark blue mini skirt first. Short blond hair was tucked behind her ears led down a thin neck to bare shoulders under a very tight  hot pink tank top that showed a very revealing mid drift. Her legs were smooth thin and long with bare feet. Stunned by the gorgeous girl, I stared feeling my penis tingle and begin to grow. Another boy from the party slammed into my right shoulder bringing us both back to reality as he too had been stunned by the girl in the mini skirt.

The soft voice sounded so familiar that I blurted out without thinking, “Marry?”

The beautiful girl turned to look at me her face was long and full with a sharp jawline and high cheekbones. It was Marry but an older way more sexually mature Marry, she wore thick black eyeliner that gave a sexy deviant look to her colorless eyes. Her lips were bright red and smiled wide after examining me for a few moments.

“Justin!” Mary shouted before leaping into my arms for a tight hug. The boy who had run into me moments earlier ran from the kitchen sporting bulging wood in his shorts.

“I can’t believe you are here,” Marry said taking a few steps back to look at me again. Mary’s frontal view was as sexy as her back. The hot pink tee shirt was cut short revealing the lower half of her large firm breast and her abs were so well toned she had the shadow of a six pack.

“I can’t believe you are here either. You look amazing.” I said while trying to delay the growing hard on in my own shorts. “I tried to get in touch with you after that birthday party but they said you moved like a week later.”

“Yeah, dad is a marine and we were shipped out to Florida the next week.” Mary’s face dropped into shadow as she recalled the move. “I tried to find you about a year ago when mom and I moved back to town but couldn’t remember your last name.”

Mary and I poured two strong drinks from the kitchen counter and made our way outside like we did all those years ago. There was no river or dock this time just an over-crowded swimming pool but we managed to find two chairs at a far corner with a stone table between them.

“So how do you know Shannon?” I asked taking a large gulp of the burning brown liquid to calm my nerves.

“Shannon? No, I know Brent,” Mary’s eyes darkened at the mention of his name. “That ass hole invited me to this party to make me jealous. He told me it was just a normal party, though he was going to…”

“Apparently they are both fuck tards then.”

“Both?” Mary asked after draining the cup in one go.

“Yeah, Shannon is my ex and it was apparent when I got here she was just trying to make me jealous.”

“Is it working?”

“Not anymore, I just ran into the girl I’ve been in love with for the last four years,” I said with the unmistakable influence of the alcohol before unwisely emptying my own cup.

Mary didn’t make any comments she just lowered her face and bit her bottom lip in that cute way I remembered from years earlier. I could easily imagine the glint of braces and two pigtails. The burning feeling in my crotch that started when I first saw Mary in the blue skirt was now spreading up my torso and down my legs with the aid of the inhibition inhibiting alcohol, and from the look on Mary’s face it was also working on her. The gravity of our two bodies seemed to increase exponentially as we stared into each other’s eyes. When the wave of heat hit my brain I couldn’t resist anymore, lunging at the bright red lips. Mary responded with more force catching me in the middle and carrying me backward over the chair and into the freshly mowed grass of the yard. A distant cat call momentarily broke the passionate moment and then faded into the white noise of pounding blood.

Mary had been my desire for years that I couldn’t accept the reality of the moment and instead let my imagination carry me further away into fantasy. My right hand found the back of Mary’s head and I laced my fingers into her hair pulling her lips lighter to mine as our tongues fought to increase the others pleasure. Fire erupted between our bodies and I felt Mary’s hands sliding over my body pulling at my belt first and then tugging my shirt up my chest. My free hand found the edge of her skirt and pushed them down as I groped the round ass cheek below. My erection ached with the painful pulsing of blood begging for attention, never before had I received such a hard erection. Sure I’d had sex many times before but something was different tonight with Mary. When Mary’s finger pushed the zipper down on my shorts and rubbed not to gently the length of my erection I screamed a moan of pleasure to the night ignoring the situation and place we were in. The party had faded away into a long forgotten dream replaced only by a pure sexual passion for this bombshell girl. If this was a dream I never wanted to wake up again.

Mary’s hair was falling free from her ears and becoming wild, the change made her sexier like a wild majestic cat so I pulled her into my lips again before tugging the hot pink tank top over her head tossing it carelessly aside. Mary’s breasts were revealed to the world in there perfect glory firm with large areolas and hard pencil like nipples. I released her neck and pulled both of the amazing tits towards my mouth squeezing, licking and sucking. Now it was Mary’s turn to scream out in pleasure and I felt wetness spread over my cock soaking into my boxers only then did I realize the pleasure that was racing from my throbbing erection was Mary grinding her wet pussy into my hard on. Mary was naked on top of me and had done her best to pull my clothes free but failed with me still laying on them. I kicked off my shoes and leaned into Mary’s chest still kissing at her exposed breasts as she pulled my t-shirt away.

Mary kissed my lips again in a sweet loving kiss before pulling her body away from mine. My passion and lust for the girl exploded inside me and I longed for her to return to my touch. The effects of the alcohol still dulled my thoughts but the faces of the many onlookers came into focus for the briefest of moments. Many were smiling, clapping, screaming and even a few were masturbating to the show. It was all still white noise in my ears as the thundering of my own heart prevented me from distinguishing any of it. Mary’s hand tugged hard on my shorts and boxers and in one swift movement pulled them free of my legs tossing them wildly into the crowd. My briefest of concerns of being nude on the grass of my ex-girlfriends yard surrounded by hundreds of faces watching me faded quickly when Mary’s firm tender hands touched my inner thighs.

The heat and passion returned my focus to the beautiful girl before me and reality faded back into the fantasy that was Mary and me. I watched the sexy girl reach between her legs to rub her pussy retrieving a large amount of her own cum that she used to lubricate my cock as she stroked.

As Mary’s had stroked my long shaft I found my voice escaping once again without my control, “Oh god Mary that feels so good!”

Mary licked her smile and said, “I had no idea you would be so big, I hope I can fit it all inside.”

Inside. Inside? Inside! My mind boiled with the excitement of what many variations of inside might mean before my lust exploded with renewed vigor. Mary was stroking my cock but I wanted more, not just to feel my pleasure but to also feel hers. I’m not entirely sure how it happened but when I stood up Mary’s thighs were resting on my shoulders with her dripping wet pussy inches from my nose. I didn’t usually eat girls out preferring to finger fuck them into orgasms but Mary was different from any other. The smell of her cum and wet pussy was intoxicating, driving me mad with lust. I licked the wet slit from bottom to top or from her top to bottom creating the screeching moan I longed to hear from Mary’s lips. She still stroked my cock and though I couldn’t see her I imagined her short hair dangling down as she stroked my large hard cock along the side of her face. Licking and sucking on the tender flesh soon brought another gentle wave of Mary’s fresh cum spilling over my chin and into the crease of our bodies pressed together. This time, Mary’s moans were muffled as she pulled the head of my cock into her mouth starting to suck and lick further and further down on my hard shaft. My arms were wrapped tightly around Mary’s waist holding her in the vertical sixty-nine. The pleasure and time began to weaken my legs and arms. I felt added pressure from Mary’s mouth as she took me deeper into her throat than she had and wondered for a moment where it had come from. My question was soon answered when the feel of many hands began to touch my own flesh fondling my balls and pushing the back of my head further into the pleasure between Mary’s legs. The many lust filled onlookers had begun to participate in Mary and Is’ pleasure. Feelings of excitement, anger, passion, and fear tore at me while the many hands caressed groped and pinched at mine and Mary’s body. I tried to break away and couldn’t as the crowd pressed in tightly. Mary’s lips and tongue gave me no sense of panic from her as she continued to pleasure my shaft with amazing ferocity. I, however, felt the oxygen getting thin and my knees released on there own. I fell through the wave of hands being passed from set to set until I was laying comfortably on a pile of towels. Mary’s grip on my legs released and she continued the sucking of my cock while stroking the shaft with one hand and massaging my ball with the other. The many hands receded with final tweaks of my nipples and a hard slap to Mary’s left butt cheek.

I flicked my tongue for a final time releasing the torrent of Mary’s cum that came with each orgasm. Each time the girl spasmed on my tongue was stronger and responded with larger amounts of cum splashing into my mouth and over my face, chin, neck, and chest. I don’t know how long we were held in that pleasure cycle, what I did know was that my pleasure couldn’t be held back anymore, Mary’s blowjob was far too amazing to resist any longer. I cried out from between Mary’s legs, “I’m cumming!” Unsure as to what Mary would do with that information. I was pleasantly surprised when I felt Mary’s head drop deep over my cock pressing the head of my dick against the back of her throat moaning and vibrating the orgasm from my cock. The cum exploded from my cock shooting hard against the back of Mary’s throat. I heard her choke and gag at the first and second shots of cum until she was forced to pull away keeping just the tip of my cock between her lips. The next few loads of cum filled Mary’s mouth despite her desperate attempts to swallow it all if anything the sucking created by her swallowing forced, even more, cum from my cock into her mouth. Mary’s mouth overflowed with cum dripping from the red lips over my stiff shaft and down her chin. When I was spent my head hit the towels and I gave a final loud moan.

The thunder of my heart beat faded slightly in my ears and the cheers and clapping of the on looking crowd began to sound like distant whispering. I knew they were there now, the mind-numbing effects of alcohol nearly gone from my brain but I was still solely focused on Mary’s beautiful body as it flexed folded and twisted off of me to rest sitting next to me on the towels, she smiled at me with cum covered lips and a deep look of satisfaction on her face.

I sat up and took Mary’s left breast into my right hand as I began to kiss and suck on her right shoulder up her neck.

“That was amazing!” Mary said in a sexual moan.

I pulled away from Mary’s neck and looked into her sexy colorless eyes, it was like looking perfection in the face, “What do you mean was? I’m not done with you yet?” Then sliding my free hand behind her neck and lacing my fingers into her hair again I pulled her lips to mine. The sweet salty taste of my cum assaulted my tongue with renewed fire and passion. My erection never faded from exploding loads of cum into Mary’s mouth and so I swung her onto my lap positioning her over my still wet throbbing dick. Mary couldn’t speak but her moans of shock and surprise were accompanied by wild flailing of her arms. The cum on hers and my faces mixed attempting to glue us together. I left Mary’s sweet lips kissing and sucking down her beautiful jaw and neck. The protesting moans and flailing arms returned to passionate caressing and cries of extasy. Marys left hand gripped the back of my head as her right held tight to my left bicep. When the tip of my hard cock touched the wet slit of Mary’s pussy she released a sigh of relief as would a person dying of thirst getting a drink of cool water. Mary relaxed her legs sliding further down my penis. Her cock was tight, wet and burning hot. When her ass came to rest on my hips I could feel the head of my cock pressed hard against the bottom of her channel and she screamed and wild guttural scream of pleasure, pain, and passion. The world once again faded into the sexual passion that was Mary and me, the extended fantasy developing us and hiding our minds from anything but the pleasure of each other’s bodies.

Mary rose up and down flexing her long slender legs and repeatedly impaled herself on my hard cock. I explored her incredible body with my hands, squeezing and groping her breasts and ass. I caressed, kissed, and sucked on every inch of her I could reach until my fingers found the soft wet bundle of flesh at the top of her pussy. My first touch made Mary scream with another countless orgasm. I rubbed the pleasure button as she drove herself down on my cock, drawing increasingly powerful cries of pleasure from the lips of the most amazing girl I’d ever met. The firm perky tits bounced pleasantly in front of my face still glistening with my saliva and mixture of cum. I wanted everything this amazing girl had to offer and soon was running her through every sex position I could remember. I started with doggie style my hips slapping against her nice round ass, then passionately kissing her neck as I pumped my dick in and out of her burning hot pussy in the missionary position.

Every cry of pleasure from Mary signaled a new change in position until I lifted her up for her to wrap her legs around my waste. She pressed her feet into my but cheeks to achieve enough lift to slide herself up and down the now dripping wet shaft of my cock. I kissed this girl with every ounce of passion and felt her final orgasm growing to excess with my own.

Mary must have sensed my hesitation at cumming inside her and pulled free of my lips just long enough to scream, “Don’t stop whatever you do don’t pull out!”

I climaxed as she did, Mary’s feet slipped free driving herself fully down on my hard shaft, I could feel her pussy tighten vice like on my cock drawing out stream after stream of hot cum. I filled her pussy with my hot sticky seed but the orgasm never seemed to stop. My testicles were emptied of every drop of cum and our bodies continued responding to each other by continuing the pleasure. My knees began to weaken as the last spasms faded. Mary pulled free of my lips and smiled a wide pleased smile, I held her for another moment to savor her body still held tightly against mine, my cock still deep inside the pussy that was dripping with my hot sticky cum.

Forceful hands contacted my left shoulder and I was suddenly air born falling sideways. A blistering rush swallowed every nerve in my body as I sank into icy depths. The sudden removal of oxygen nearly forced a panic breath. Mary’s head soon emerged from the pools water beside me and I looked up to see Shannon’s face contorted in rage screaming at me.

“Ruined my party, with this slut, you ass hole.” The rest of Shannon’s rant was incoherent as she left for the house dragging Brent by his left wrist behind her. Brent’s face stayed looking back at the pool with a mixture of, panic, confusion, sadness, and terror. The many other guests were gathering up there things and heading toward the exit obviously accepting the fact the party was over. Several couples were left fucking in the grass or behind a bush but soon finished with grunts of orgasms.

Mary’s laugh at the look on Brent’s face brought my attention back to her. She was wet, having been just dunked in the pool, the dark makeup around her eyes stayed fixed but the red lips were back to Mary’s natural rosy color. The short blond hair hung down in string clusters dripping water back into the pool. She looked even sexier naked and wet.

“Can I give you a ride home?” I asked.

Mary smiled and nodded with that cute innocent girl nod. It was amazing how she could be both the cute girl next door and the hot sexy goddess at the same time. We climbed out of the pool and attempted to find our clothes. Mary’s hot pink tank top was lost or stolen and my cum soaked boxers were also missing. I put my shorts on commando and gave Mary my t-shirt to wear.

“So does this mean you are my boyfriend?” Mary asked signing the back of my hand with her phone number.

“I’ll be anything you want.”

“Oh, role playing! Kinky!” Mary said before kissing my cheek and leaning in close to my ear to whisper. “I’ll see you tomorrow lover, I love you too.”

The whispered words caused another immediate orgasm inside me. If I had any cum left in me I would have jizzed the inside of my shorts. I watched Mary until she disappeared behind the front door of her house appreciating every step she took walking away. I was the luckiest guy in the world but the drive home was a mixture of elation and dread. Shannon would want payback for what happened at her party. Even though we were broken up and she was dating Brent I knew she still wouldn’t let it go.

First Black

Short Story

I’m 19, 5ft 10 and 112 pounds, white South African, Dutch decent, my parents moved us to the U.S. when I was three.  I work part time in a shop and I am an aspiring model.  I have an agent for booking modeling jobs and so far I have worked with 5 photographers and done shoots for local stores and shows but nothing really special, this is the story of my first ‘unofficial’ assignment.

The last ‘official’ shoot I did was for a motorcycle magazine, a couple of weeks later that photographer phoned me and said he had a private commission so no need to tell my agent.  A client was interested in me doing some work, “he wants nude shots, I know you say no nudes but he’ll pay double for a test shoot, if that’s okay and he’ll pay double again for a full set.”

I told him I’d have to talk to my boyfriend about it and that I’d get back to him.

I wouldn’t feel comfortable doing nude, my body is ok but I’m too slim, not skinny but tall and slender that doesn’t have the shape for nude photography.  My boyfriend tells me I have a great body but I know he’s biased.  I didn’t want to do it and I thought that my boyfriend would feel the same way.

Just like I thought, my boyfriend didn’t want me to but an hour later when the landlord came round threatening eviction if we didn’t pay up by the end of the week we realized how badly we needed money.  We owed some back rent, if we didn’t pay by Friday we’d be on the street.  It was the only way we could get the cash in time.

At the studio I was paid up front, in cash thank God, then Dave, the photographer poured me a Bakers, there was a lot of it and it was strong but I needed something to quiet my nerves.  He asked me to dress in a sarong and a pair high heel platforms.  With those shoes I must have stood about 6ft 4 or 5 and the sarong was very flimsy and almost see-through and more revealing than if I’d been naked.

Dave then asked me to put a towel over my shoulders while Jalen touched up my makeup.  I’ve never been so close to a black man since leaving Bloemfontein sixteen years ago.  My parents left their homeland because of the apartheid laws, Papa was a judge there and they’d always had two or three black servants and the new laws were stifling their way of life.  Personally I don’t think I’m racist or bigoted, I’ve been out with an Indian guy and have Asian friends, I just never met any black people.  Some of my parent’s attitude must have rubbed off on me though because I felt really wound up and uncomfortable at his proximity to me.

On the set Dave’s assistant was black too, he looked quite a bit older than Jalen with some gray in his tight curly hair, he fussed about with the lights and the backdrop while Dave fiddled with his cameras.

I felt very self-conscious with two black men lurking in the background while Dave clicked away and directed me. I was so embarrassed when then Dave asked me to slip the sarong off.  He photographed as it floated to the floor, I stood naked with two black men in the room.  I was upset that I’d began to imagine them ravaging me, horror of horrors I felt my nipples begin to stiffen.  Dave noticed because he asked if I was too cold but he kept on clicking.

Thank the Lord, another 10 minutes and it was over.  The relief flooded through me as I covered myself with the sarong for all the protection it gave.  Dave said he’d send the proofs directly to the client and did I want to wait until he replied?  I waited.

“He likes them.  He’d like to see more though, double pay again, that’s four times what you usually get.  He’d like to see you with Pete and Jalen if that’s ok with you.  Don’t look so shocked, he’s a private client so the work won’t be published.”

OMG.  What was I supposed to do, the money would clear our debts and keep us going for a couple of weeks too.  But black men, so close to black men, two black men together, I was petrified, I wasn’t sure if I could work with black men.

I was handed a second wad of cash, I wore the sarong and platforms.  
They appeared in full football gear including helmet and spiked shoes.  
It started with Jalen kneeling at my side, I was sitting on a high back wooded chair and Peter the assistant stood behind, a hand on each of my shoulders.

My heart was pounding, my stomach felt like I’d vomited myself dry.  
Over the next half an hour Jalen undressed so that to my terror he was naked.  I know Peter had also removed some clothing behind me and now they were so close I could smell them.  For the life of me I don’t know why but my eyes kept turning to Jalen’s prong.  Ok, I do know why, he was naked, I’ve never seen a naked black before and I realized that I was comparing him to my boyfriend.  Jalen was bigger by an inch or more and he was fully hard with a much nicer shape to him.  I noticed he’d been circumcised and that’s what appealed to me. Dave was photographing me looking at that dick.

Dave asked me to stand and then asked Pete to slip the sarong off of me.  Oh sweet Jesus what was I going to do now.  My legs shook as the silky, skimpy material floated to the floor.

Pete sat on the chair and pulled me to sit on his knee, he was still wearing his tee shirt and shoulder pads but otherwise he was naked.  I sat on Peter’s naked thighs, his warmth touching of our naked flesh frightened me, he pulled me back and he was so embarrassingly erect that I could feel his hardness.  Jalen knelt in front of me his head on my thigh.  The camera clicked.  Jalen kissed my thigh and placed a hand on my knee, my legs were eased apart, still the camera clicked.  

I should be screaming blue murder but I guess the drink was even stronger than I thought.  It was going way beyond nude but I was too astounded to object, too anxious to speak.  Peter’s hand covered one of my breasts and he began to nibble my ear.  The smell of him was warm and sensual.  His fingers tightened on the nipple and he rolled and tugged.  I felt his stiffness flex at my back, the camera clicked and clicked.

Jalen’s head was in between my legs and his probing tongue was opening me, darting into me.  Oh fuck, what am doing, what am I going to tell my boyfriend?  He’ll leave me for sure if he finds out.  What am I going to tell my parents?  They’d disown me if they knew I’d been intimate with a black man, never mind two at once.  What was I doing?  I was petrified but feeling so much more alive than I’ve ever felt before.

Jalen lifted his head and shuffled forward between my legs, his fingers exploring my new wetness.  He moved closer and his hard black penis began to enter me.  Oh Jesus he’s going to fuck me.  He slipped into me and I gasped, he was bigger, thicker than I’ve ever felt and before I knew it his penis was deep inside me and I could feet the coarseness of his tight curled pubic hair brushing my tender shaved mound. Dave kept saying look at the camera, smile, happy thoughts, look at the camera.

He came, squirted inside me, I know he did, he pulled himself into me and I felt the pulsing.  I was astounded when I realized he was not wearing a rubber.  Was he clean? I prayed to God that he wasn’t diseased.  Too late I hammered on his shoulders and tried to push him away, Peter grabbed my wrists so I couldn’t resist.  Jalen continued to fuck me, his hips swinging back and forth.  The sensation of his prong inside of me changed as his semen flowed down and coated him.  My boyfriends, my previous boyfriends always stopped after they had cum, not Jalen, maybe 20 minutes later, and that seemed like forever, he came again and when he pulled out I felt a hot gush of his liquid leaking out of me.

I was ruined, I’d been fucked by a black man, I’d got a black mans cream inside of me and my thighs and sex was slick with his semen.  Back in SA there are names for girls like that.  I was horrified, I needed to get to a clinic, needed testing for disease and I was ashamed of myself for letting it go so far but it was not finished yet.

Dave was still clicking the camera. Jalen stood, lifted me off Peter and lowered me to lie on the floor.  Peter knelt between my legs and I saw his dick for the first time, he was huge, bigger than Jalen by inches and so very thick, he’s never going to get that inside me.  He lifted my knees, he dropped and his dick was ploughing me.  I though Jalen was big, I screamed as his thick, thick shaft tore into me and spit me in two, and he didn’t stop.  Again I screamed when he hit rock bottom and he didn’t stop.  My God I was being torn apart, I tried in anguished terror to push him away but he was too heavy.  Within moments he bottomed out and I’ve never felt such intense pain, my vagina ripping, stretched tightly around him and tearing with his thickness, a deep, enraged pains in my stomach exploded into my chest and across my back and blossomed along my thighs.  I’d been kicked in the kidneys and my spine felt like a lump of led had been thrown at it, from inside.

I was full of him, full to bursting and the deep angry pain grew even more as he began to ride me.  Each pull became a relief, a small heaven, an island of refuge and hope as the pressure inside diminished and each push was an agony, a living hell, a wish for death and he seemed to get deeper with each thrust.

Then Jalen was by my side pushing his hard dick at my screaming mouth.  
Will this torment ever end.  His hardness pushed between my lips and he forced that stiffness into my mouth.  I could smell man, exactly how I expected a black man to smell, strong, pungent but it was strange, I liked it, the overpowering musk excited me but the pain of the thrusting below overrode all else.

I felt warmth rising in my belly, maybe the thrusting was not so painful.  I gagged because Jalen had pushed his penis deeper into my mouth, into my throat and he really began to fuck my mouth, fuck my throat.  Tears streamed from my eyes and I gasped for breath every time he pushed I believed I’d choke, I coughed and spluttered and still I was fucked in the mouth and cunt.

I was coming to like the feel of that big thick dick pounding me, not the throat but below, it was still painful but with a pain that I could get used to a pain that hurt nicely.

Pete rolled, pulling me on top of him, his dick still stretch me too much and he was still much to deep inside me but I found I could control his depth a little.  If he pushed into me too hard I rose with him so he couldn’t get so deep and hurt me so much and the pain became a good pain.

During the roll Jalen had slipped from my mouth and now I felt his hands on my waste.  His fingers moved and I could feel him prodding my ass, then pain again, he was violating my ass.  He was pushing his dick into my ass, Jesus Christ it hurt, an agonizing pain, too painful to yell or scream, my breathing stopped.  I’ve not done this before and it hurt badly, unbearably.  I knew it was done, my boyfriend had asked me a couple of times, he’d even tried to push his dick into my ass once, he’s never done it since.  My God this black dick was inside my ass and fucking it.

I came so hard, with two men inside me I came like I’d never cum before, over and over I came.  I reached a plateau close to heaven and hovered there until I couldn’t take any more.  As I began to ease of Pete to lift myself to crawl away he grabbed my waist and held me there with his dick still inside me.  He redoubled his jerking, pulling me tight onto him, his thick, hard dick so deep inside me pounding, pounding then he stopped and jerked up into me.  My stretched vagina pulsed and throbbed as I came again while he ejaculated and gasped and sighed.  Only moments later while Pete was still holding me to him Jalen came, he pulled his dick from my ass and squirted his seed at the hole he’d left.

Jalen moved away and Dave moved closer with his camera and clicked and clicked at my ass dripping with black mans semen, then Pete lifted me off him and I felt his long hardness emptying from me, I felt hollow.  
The camera clicked as Peter’s dick fell from me, a second later his semen began to ooze from me, click, click, click.

I couldn’t move, my legs were weak and trembling and it was a while before I managed to get to the WC, I cleaned up as best I could with tissue and got dressed.

I felt disgusted for letting such a thing to happen, dirty, abused and I wanted to wash the filth away but deep down I also felt a satisfaction I’d never felt before.  Dave asked me if I’d do another session sometime if the client wanted me to and although I felt so dirty I said that I probably would.

When I arrived home I felt wet, sloppy and soaking again, with too much black mans semen leaking between my legs again and urgently needed the shower.

My boyfriend had other ideas, he’d finished work a few hours before and he’d downed a few cans while waiting for me.  He was drunk and wanted sex.  "I’ve been thinking of you posing nude and it makes me hard, we gotta fuck, I just gotta.“  He took my hand and led me into the bedroom.  Both still dressed he pulled his zipper and flipped his dick from his jeans, eased my sodden panties aside without comment and slipped his dick into me.  Slipped? Wrong word, he fell into me and he stopped.  He knew, I was so wet and open that he must guess I’d been with other men and had other men cum inside me but all he said was "posing nude must agree with you” and he started to fuck me just like he always does.          

The Summer of 16

Short Story

I had just finished playing my first game of the new baseball season. I was 16 years and 3 weeks old to the day. I played second base on my AAA team. We won the game and I went ¾ with a double and a triple. Each inning as I ran back to the dugout from second I kept catching this cute girl checking me out.

After the game the coach was giving us the usual post-game pep talk. I had pretty much tuned him out because this girl was now behind our dugout looking at me. When the coach was done I collected my gear and approached the girl.

“Nice game.” she said.

“Thank you.”

I couldn’t think of what to say or do next.

“You can really hit the ball.”


We stood there looking at each other for a few moments.

“I haven’t seen you before.  Are you from around here?” I asked.

“We just moved here.  My Dad’s in the Marines and we move lots.”

“That must be tough.”

“I get by.  We’ve been here three days and you’re the first person I’ve talked to.”

I felt a warm glow erupt inside me.  I was her first contact in a foreign land.  This MUST mean something.  Now I had some composure and I felt confident.

“My name’s Rick.”

“Hi.  I’m Shelley.”

“You wanna get a slurpee, Shelley?  My treat.” I asked.

She smiled.  Damn!  What a smile.

“Sure.  I’d like that.”

It was about a 5 block walk to 7-11.  Along the way I would occasionally slip a step or two behind her – totally by accident of course.  I couldn’t believe my eyes.  She was about 5’3” (I was 5’10”) and shoulder length brunette hair.  She was wearing a white halter top and a pair of pretty tight shorts (not quite Daisy Dukes, but pretty damn tight).  
Her ass filled them perfectly; it was like 2 perfect half moons that wiggled just right as she walked.

When we arrived at our destination I, being the ever-perfect gentleman, moved ahead and opened the door.  As she passed I got the full view of the rest of her body.  I was NOT disappointed.  Her breasts were shaped just right – not huge, but big enough compared to the rest of her that they really stood out.  As she passed her eyes connected with mine and light up with a sparkle that I can’t even BEGIN to describe.  I felt my knees giving way, but was able to remain standing.  I’m very glad I was wearing my jock-strap because my hard-on would have been obvious to the WHOLE WORLD in my tight baseball pants.

I bought us a pair of coke slurpees and we went to the benches in the nearby park.  We sat and talked for what seemed like eternity; talking about everything that came to mind.  It turned out her Dad was actually in special ops in the Marines and he bounced from base to base.  I also learned that she only lived about a block and a half away from me.

I glanced at my watch and realized we had been sitting there for almost two hours.  Shelley said she needed to be getting back home so we made plans to meet at the benches again tomorrow afternoon and I walked her home.  When we got to her place I didn’t know what to do.

‘Should I kiss her or not?’ I asked myself.  I weighed the options and then decided the best thing to do was to ask her.

“I can’t tell you how much fun I had meeting you and talking, Shelley.”

“I had fun too, Rick”

“Would you mind if I gave you a kiss?”

Shelley looked at her door and back at me a few times.

“I don’t think you should.  If my Dad saw I don’t even want to THINK about what he might do.”

“Oh yeah.  He’s trained to KILL people, right?”  And with that I offered her a handshake.

Shelley giggled and gave me a very quick peck on the cheek

“See you tomorrow, Rick.”


I floated home and when I got there my cock was STILL rock hard so I went up to my room, took off my uniform, got out my supply of magazines (I started collecting porn magazines when I was 13) and jerked myself off in about 5 seconds.  That night I had great difficulty sleeping and the following morning seemed as if in took 2 years to pass. Finally 2:00 came and I went to meet Shelley.

We met at the benches by 7-11 and she was there wearing a similar outfit as the previous day.  Damn I love summer!  Again we talked for hours and when it came time I walked her home.

Just as we were walking up her front walk around the corner of her house came her Dad.  I nearly shit myself. He was about 6’6", 250 and HUGE. He had a crew cut and LOOKED like special ops.  Rambo was nothing compared to this guy.

“Dad, this is Rick.  I met him yesterday and we spent hours talking the last few days.”

I felt like adding “JUST TALKING, SIR”, but felt it best to remain mute.

He extended his hand to me.

“I’m very glad that Shelley has met someone.  I think it’s tough for her moving from place to place and I’m always happy when she makes friends in the new city.”

“I saw him play baseball yesterday; Dad and you should have seen him.  
He plays second base and he was the best player out there.  He got 2 big hits.”

“I’m impressed.  I played second when I was young, too.  Your stock just went up a point or two, Rick.  You’re okay.”

Finally I began to breathe again and he went into the backyard.  We sat on the barco lounger and after a few minutes Shelley gave me a big kiss on my mouth. This was my first kiss ever but still I pulled back in fear.

“Wait!  Your Dad.  He’ll kill me.”

“It’s fine. He said you’re okay.  Okay with him is good.”

We sat and talked for about an hour.  We had 3 more kisses and every time I was careful to be sure no one saw us.  Shelley said it was okay, but I was taking NO chances.  Shelley kissed well.  As I left, we made plans to go to a movie then following night.

I picked her up at 6:30 and we went to see the new James Bond flick, ‘Octopussy’.  Throughout the movie we held hands and Shelley snuggled into my chest. When the movie ended Shelley looked up at me and we kissed as the credits rolled.  People were exiting the theatre and as they walked down the aisle I’m sure they were looking at us but we didn’t care.  These kissed were very different that the ones we had shared in her back yard.  I wasn’t worried about being killed.  We were kissing passionately.  Our tongues were involved today.  This was right.  Unfortunately the credits eventually ended and so did our kiss.

“Whatcha want to do now?’ asked Shelley.

“What do I WANT to do or what do I HAVE to do?”

Shelley smiled.  “Let’s hear the want first.”

“I WANT the credits to start again.” I said laughing with a sly grin.

“Now let’s hear the HAVE to.”

“My parents went out for the night and they made me promise to be home my 10:00 and it’s already 9:35.  I’d love to go sit on the bench and talk for a while but it’d be almost 10 by the time we got there.”

We were outside the theatre and walking toward the bus stop, holding hands and gazing into each others eyes from time to time.  We got to the bus stop and sat down to wait.  Shelley looked into my eyes and we stared at each other.  Eventually she spoke.

“I don’t have to be home until 11.  Could I come over?”

I’d thought of this option but didn’t want to ask for fear that it might scare Shelley.

“I’d love it if you came over.  Are you sure you’re okay with that?”

“I trust you, Rick.  I feel very safe with you.  There’s nothing I’d rather do more.”

We got back to my place at about 9:55 and when I opened the door we were greeted by Roxie, my pet Schnauzer. We played with Roxie a bit and then went up to the family room to settle down and watch some TV. When we were snuggled together on the couch we began to kiss.  Shelley was a great kisser.  Her lips were soft and luscious and what she did with her tongue sent shivers up my spine.  Sitting here with Shelley was the best thing I had ever done.  But it got better.

As we kissed, my hands began to roam.  I stroked and caressed her back and ass.  Her ass felt even better than it looked.  From there my hand traveled up her torso and settled on her chest.  Breasts felt better than I had ever imagined.  I squeezed and kneaded her breasts until she pulled away from me.

“I’m sorry, Shell…” I began but was silenced by her index finger on my lips.

Shelley took hold of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head.  I was dumbfounded.  I wanted to reach out and grab them but was unable to move.  Then Shelley reached behind her back and unclasped her bra.  It fell to the floor and I sat there looking at her like a deer caught in headlights.

Shelley snuggled back up to me and kissed my awe-struck mouth.  After I arrived back on planet Earth my hands ventured back to her breasts.  If I thought they felt good before it was NOTHING compared to now.  Her nipples were hard as rocks and felt incredible when my palm would slide over them.  Still we kissed.

I wanted to feel my chest on hers so I pulled off my t-shirt as well.  
When her skin touched mine it almost burned.  We were so into each other.  My mouth ventured down and began to kiss and suck Shelley’s rock hard nipples.  She moaned.  I think I did, too.  As I sucked her nipples Shelley would run her hands through my hair.  I loved it.  When we’d had enough I moved back up and we kissed some more.

Then I felt Shelley’s hand on my pants.  She was rubbing my leg, edging higher.  I had never even DREAMED of anything like this before.  Soon she was rubbing my cock through my pants.

“I’ve never done this before,” she panted.

“Me neither.”

“I mean I’ve kissed a boy before, but I’ve never done THIS.”

I didn’t know what she meant by THIS.

“What do you mean?”

Shelley looked at me hesitantly.

“I want to make love, Rick.  Don’t you?”

My heart skipped a beat or 10.

“Make love?  Oh god,” was all I could muster and I kissed her harder than I ever had before.

Shelley unzipped my pants and stuck her hand inside.  When her hand touched my cock I was in heaven.

“Ooooooh yeah,” I moaned.  Shelley smiled as she squeezed my cock.  She finished undoing my pants and pulled my dick out.

“I’ve never seen one before.  It’s beautiful,” she cooed.

Shelley continued to squeeze and stroke it while kissing me.  Her kisses ran down my chest to my mid-section.  She lifted her head and just stared at my rigid cock.  I could feel her breath as she panted on my dick.

“It’s amazing.  The way it moves and twitches.  When you breathe in it moves up a bit.”

Then IT happened.  Shelley opened her mouth and descended upon my waiting cock.  As she closed her lips around it she let out a low moan. She moved her head up and down on my excited friend and it was a great many seconds before I moaned and shot my load into her mouth.  Shelley swallowed it without missing a drop.  After her snack she snuggled her face into my heaving chest.  Now I stroked HER hair.  We lay like that until I could talk again.

“That was your FIRST time doing that?” I asked.

“Yeah.  Was it good?”

“You could go pro,” I chuckled.  “How’d you get so good?”

Shelley looked at me for a minute or so before answering.

“My Dad subscribes to Penthouse and I like to sneak it when he’s not home and read it.  There’s this column called Penthouse Forum and it’s got stories in it.  I love reading it and I guess I’ve learned that way.”

Now it was MY turn to stare.  Finally I spoke.

“My Dad subscribes, too.  I LOVE Forum.  Reading that’s my favorite pass-time.”

We laughed and kissed some more.

“Did you read the one from last month called ‘My First 69’?” Shelley asked.

I looked up at her and recited the entire first paragraph to her verbatim.  We laughed and I moved in to kiss her again when she let out a shriek so loud and high-pitched that I envisioned every dog within a 5 block radius was running to my house.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“It’s 11:25!  My Dad’s going to KILL me!”

“Oh fuck!  Your Dad!”  I exclaimed thinking we had ruined a good thing just as it was getting started.

We were dressed within seconds and out the door in full sprint. We were running so fast, Olympic officials would have tested us for banned substances for sure.  When we got to her house the place was dark except for the living room light.  Sitting, looking out the window I could see her Dad.

“You go back home, Rick.  I’ll handle my Dad.  No reason for BOTH of us to die,” Shelley said with a small smirk

“No.  I can’t do that.  I’m here for you.  We’ll face the music together or firing squad as the case may be.”

As soon as we opened the door her Dad was there.  He stood directly in front of me looking down into my eyes.  I accepted the stony glare and opened my mouth to offer my apologies, but before I could formulate a word the barrage was upon us.

“Where have you been?  I told you to be home at 11:00 and here it is after 11:30.”

Shelley and I looked at each other unsure of what to say.  We had not rehearsed anything.

“Dad, we were in the park talking and lost track of time.”

Before she was finished the sentence I could see a look of disbelief of her father’s face.

“Sir, it’s my fault.  I invited Shelley back to my house after the movie.  My parents are out for the evening and Shelley told me she had to be home by 11:00.  I promised her that I’d watch the time and I didn’t.  It’s all my fault.”

He looked at me with an icy look.

“And what were you two doing alone at your house.”

I froze. There was no way out of this.

“You don’t want me to answer that, sir.“

Shelley couldn’t believe what was coming out of my mouth.  She was silent in shock.

"You’re right. I don’t want to know.” he answered. “Shelley, go up to your room.”

It was just her Dad and me – no witnesses. I was scared SHITLESS. He motioned for me to sit on the couch.  I did but he remained on his feet.

“You’ve got SOME guts to tell me that straight up.”

‘Well,’ I thought, ‘there could be worse sentences for one to hear at the end of one’s life.’

“I don’t like to think about what you were doing but I DO respect you for your guts. Did you use protection?”

Even my OWN father wouldn’t have asked me this.

“Uh… uh… we didn’t do THAT, sir. We only…”

“Stop! I heard the only words I wanted to hear,” he said and then paused.  I sat there in my own sweat.  “If you tell my daughter you’ll be responsible, you remember in the future – DO IT. You can go home. Thank you for your honesty.”

When I shut the door I felt like a man on death row who just got the call from the governor.

I don’t remember walking home, but I DO remember opening the door. MY Dad stood there with smoke coming out of his ears.

"I told you to be home by 10:00. We get home at 11:50, you’re not here and the front door is unlocked. Care to explain?”

‘Oh shit,’ I thought.  ‘Here we go again.’

“Dad I WAS home at 10:00. Shelley came home with me and…”

“Who’s Shelley?”

“She’s a girl I met a few days ago.  I went to the movie with her. She came back here and we talked for a while.”  Technically not a lie – we DID talk some.  “And then she saw that it was well after 11:00. She had to be home at 11:00 and her Dad is pretty strict. He’s a Marine. We ran to her house and I had to face her Dad. We left the door unlocked because we were in such a rush.”

My Dad looked at me for a minute or so.

“Okay. I apologize for jumping to conclusions. Good night son.”

I checked my butt to see if there were any horseshoes stuck in it.  Nope.

I had trouble going to sleep after I finally got up to bed.  There was just too much Shelley going through my mind.  It certainly was an understatement to say that we had a full evening of activity.

I slept until 10:00 the next morning and when I went downstairs for breakfast there was a not from my Mom on the counter.

‘Shelley called three times this morning.  There’s pancake batter in the fridge.’

I needed some time to think.  Did she get in huge trouble from her Dad? Can she still see me?  I didn’t know and part of me didn’t WANT to know.  I decided to eat and call her after.

When I was done I was still scared so I showered and brushed my teeth.  
Finally I got up the nerve and called her.  Thankfully she answered the phone.  I don’t know if I could face her Dad again.

“Hello?’ she said.

“Hi, Shell.  It’s me.”

“Rick.  We HAVE to talk.  Can you meet me at the benches in half an hour?”


I finished getting ready and started the walk to the benched in the park by 7-11.  I was sure it was over.  When I arrived Shelley was already there, sitting on the bench holding 2 slurpees.  When she saw me she put down the slurpees, jumped up, ran over to me and threw her arms around me.

“I don’t know what you said to my Dad but he loves you. His exact words this morning were ‘that Brad is a good man’. He wasn’t even angry at me.  What did you say?”

I told her and she couldn’t believe that I had the guts to stand up to a man like her Dad.

“I’ve been thinking of nothing but you since last night. When I was lying in bed – I went to bed naked last night – the feeling of your cock in my mouth WOULD NOT go away.  Then when I found out that you smoothed things over with my Dad I wanted you so bad. And now when I hear exactly what you said to him I want you even more. Can we go somewhere?”

I was dumbfounded.  Part of me wanted to (Well okay – MOST of me), but part was still scared of her dad.  I thought for a second and found my way out.

“We can’t.  I don’t have any protection and it would be stupid to…“

She held up a 3-pack of Trojans.

"I want you. Don’t you want me?”

“Are you kidding me?  I couldn’t go to sleep last night because I was thinking of you.  I’ve never wanted anything so bad in all my life but your DAD.”

“The way he was talking about you this morning I think we could do it and then you go to my house and say ‘I just fucked your daughter.’ and I think he’d be okay with it.”

We looked into each others’ eyes and saw nothing but a wanton desire in each of us.

“Okay. There’s some rose bushes in that park by the school and there’s this place in behind them where it’s really open and very secluded.“

We walked (okay – we ran) to the park and crawled behind the rose bushes. We each had on pants that morning and when we took them off we put them on the ground to protect against any stray rose thorns. Within a minute we were both kneeling on the ground, nude looking at each other. I took her face in my hands and kissed her softly. She kissed back. Our lips began to move and her tongue entered my mouth. We kissed and fondled each other for what seemed like forever. Time really did stand still for us.

"What’s your very favorite number?”

She grinned and jumped on top of me. Within seconds her mouth was full of my cock and I was sucking on her pussy.  While her head bobbed up and down on my cock I drew lines up and down her pussy lips with my tongue.  She had very hot looking pussy lips.  They stuck out a bit and were really fun to suck on.  She LOVED that.  Shelley began to writhe and moan.   I was sucking on her clit now; flicking my tongue back and forth across it.  She began bucking her hips up and down on my face.  Soon she let out this low moan followed by some higher gasps.  She ground her wet pussy into my face until her orgasm passed and then turned herself around and kissed me deeply.

Then she pulled out a condom, fumbled with it a bit and after a few failed attempts got it over my rigid cock.  She looked me deeply.

“Now I want you to fuck me.”

I rolled her over and slowly slid my hard member into her slippery canal.  She moaned.  I groaned.  I began to thrust back and forth inside her.  While I made love to her our eyes never left each other.  It made everything seem hotter to see the lust in Shelley’s eyes.  I don’t know how long it went on for, but I do remember that she came 3 more times before I shot my load inside the condom.  We rested for a while and then she started sucking me again.  Soon I was back to being rock hard and she put another condom on me.  I was about to roll her over again when she pushed me down.

“My turn,” she purred.

She climbed on top of me and sat down on my waiting cock. She really got into riding me and bounced up and down for a long time.  While she was riding me I played with her nipples and she came a few more times.  I began thrusting up into her soaking pussy and soon blew my second load of the day.  Shelley collapsed on me and we lay like that holding each other and kissing.  We started to hear voices nearing the rose bushes so we got dressed and left our love sanctuary.

Our lives went on like this for about 11 months.  We fucked every chance we got; usually at least once per day.  Then one day she came to me in tears.

“My Dad’s getting transferred again.  We leave in a week.”

We cried for the week and I remember when she drove away like it was yesterday.  She was in tears looking out her back window and I was in tears waving to her.

I never saw Shelley again.            

My Game At the Game

Short Story

I wasn’t all that keen on going to the game with my husband Rob. Although he’s an ardent supporter of the local team, those sorts of sporting events really aren’t my thing
I’d seen the television coverage of some of these games; the cameramen, besides covering the action on the field, frequently picking out any sexy looking tarts in the largely male dominated crowd. I think that it was with that sort of thing in mind, that my husband wanted me to go with him. This idea was further borne out when he suggested that I wear a particular micro-mini skirt of mine, along with a little white, cotton top that is very revealing.

I really don’t know why I bought that ridiculously tiny skirt in the first place; to tease my husband with I suppose. It’s flared and made of the softest, thinnest cloth that flounces about with every movement and is terrible in any sort of breeze; I don’t know how many times I’ve had it blow up around my hips and shown off my panties.
Anyway, I’ve been quite embarrassed the few times that I’ve worn it in public.

Well, the Saturday came and at least it was a lovely, warm, sunny day. I don’t think that I’d have been too keen to go if it had been cold and rainy.
I dressed as my husband wanted, and to tell the truth, felt half naked and protested that I couldn’t wear such an outfit. Rob was so enthusiastic though, that in the end I went as he desired. (The things that we do to please men.)
The top that I had on is a little, thin, hugging, cotton one, that, because I wear no bra with it, shows off my small breasts and is almost obscene the way that my nipples bulge out. That, along with the tiny little flared skirt with just a pair of panties underneath, and sandals on my feet, made up my costume. You can see why I felt a bit embarrassed at appearing amongst the largely male crowd.

I was pleased when Rob said that we’d drive the car rather than take a train or bus; I’d be exposed enough as it was without going on public transport.

We drove to the ground, and parked the car nearby. As soon as we joined the crowds of people streaming towards the ground, I could see everyone having a good long look at me.
Men don’t know what it’s like to be always getting scrutinised the way women are when ever we wear anything a bit sexy. And of course there’s the difference between just looking, and openly staring the way that men do when we dress a little bit daring. They seem to think that because a woman is scantily clad, they have the right to blatantly stare.
Anyhow, that’s how it was as we walked towards the ground.
One rough group of men even called out, “Ooo baby, I can almost see it.”  Rob just laughed and said that I had plenty of admirers.

I was relieved when we finally got to our seats so that I could sit down out of the general gaze.
We were on an upper level, and just a couple of rows from the front. It was quite interesting watching all of the comings and goings and general activity prior to the game.
We didn’t have to wait long though, before play started, and after a short while I began to find it a bit tedious even though all of the fans around about were so enthralled.
Eventually I decided to go and get some coffee from one of the food stands that we’d passed on the way to our seats. I tugged at my husband’s sleeve to gain his attention to tell him where I was off to.

Luckily, we were just a couple of seats in from the end of the row, because it was embarrassing squeezing past the couple of men on the end. Once past them and out to the stairs that led up through all of the tiers of seating, I was daunted at having to make my way up all of those stairs in my little skirt. I knew that at every step, as I raised each knee, the hem of my skirt would lift and almost certainly show a glimpse of my panties. Sitting in the seats I had needed to keep my legs firmly together and to fold my hands in my lap, but I could hardly walk up the long flight of stairs holding my hands in front of my pussy.

I hesitated momentarily, but then, grasping the side of my skirt in one hand to try to keep it down, I began my ascent.
I tried not to look directly at all of the men in the stands on either side of me, instead keeping my gaze on the steps, but I could nevertheless tell that all eyes were fixed on me as I made my way.
I became more and more embarrassed, and by the time that I reached the top rows of the stand, I could feel my face glowing red with the shame of being so perved on by the hundreds of men.

Attaining the top of the rows of seating, I heaved a sigh of relief and made my way along the largely deserted galleries of the huge concrete structure of the stadium.
I immediately heard a footfall behind me of someone who must also have come from the stairway I had ascended. A guy came alongside of me and I heard him saying, in such a straightforward, matter of fact tone of voice, and with something of a chuckle, “that would have to be the shortest skirt I’ve ever seen.”
I turned and looked up to him in some shock at his so blatant comment about my dress. He was tallish, dark and swarthy, but with an open and smiling face, though not the sort of person who would ever attract me.

I was, as I said, somewhat shocked and didn’t know what, if anything, to say in reply. I did find myself replying though; “gosh, you don’t have to be so ……….. ,” but then my words tailed off as I was lost how to describe his boldness.
He simply laughed. “Aw c’mon, you can’t tell me you’re not here to show yourself off.”

I really didn’t like the look of this man, but I nevertheless felt sexual stirrings mingled with the extreme embarrassment that I felt.
“I could see your little pink panties all the way up those stairs,” the guy snickered.
I gave an audible little gasp at his words. “Do you have to be so rude,” I said, trying to make my voice sound disdainful.
“You’re the one who’s rude,” he laughed, then added, “lewd even.”
Goodness! I could feel my face glowing with shame.

It was no distance to the food and drink stand, and we’d now reached it. There were a small number of people standing at the counter waiting to be served, and I took up my position there with the guy also moving in close to my side.
I was there just a moment when I jumped in alarm and gave a shrill little squeal. The guy had placed his hand firmly on my bottom. The other customers looked around to see what the disturbance was.
I tried to move away from the guy but he simply took a step to come close again.
Again I felt his hand on my bottom, and I pushed him away. “Will you stop that,” I complained in a hushed voice, not wanting to attract more attention.
The woman behind the counter, having been attending to a man alongside, now turned to serve me. I ordered coffee, and as I was being served I felt the guys hand caressing my bottom. I moved slightly, but to no effect, but not wanting to make a scene I had no option but to do nothing further. The guy, leaning closer, had said to the woman, “make that two coffees please.”
As soon as the woman turned her back, I pushed the guy’s hand away. “Stop it,” I whispered again, frowning slightly.

The coffees were brought, and the guy paid for both. “Come and sit over here and we’ll drink them,” the guy said in his continuing friendly, undeterred tone of voice.
I considered for a moment, and then said “I suppose that I might as well, you’ll only follow me where ever I go.”
The guy made a couple of frivolous comments, then asked which team I followed.
“Oh neither,” I replied, “I just came with my husband.”
“Ah, I wondered who you would have come with. You’d hardly come by yourself dressed like that.” He then continued, “doesn’t your husband object to you showing yourself off for everyone to perv on?”
His words made me feel a tingle of excitement. “No, he likes me wearing this skirt,” I replied.
What he next asked made me gasp. “Do you fuck around with other guys?”

“Oh God, you’re so crude,” I gasped.  
He just laughed at my words and stood up. He slightly thrust his hips forward and said, “you’d like this wouldn’t you baby.”
He’d stood close before me, and I couldn’t help but see the outline of his large and hard cock bulging under the front of his pants as he thrust it forward.
Again I gave a little cry of surprise, and I couldn’t help but stare at the shape of his cock in his pants.

He was leaning towards me, taking my hand. “C’mon baby, it’s deserted up the end there.”
My heart was pounding as he gently pulled me to my feet.
He kept a hold of my hand and I found myself walking with him towards a deserted part of the understructure of the stands. My mind was in shock. “No, I can’t,” I said in a soft and meek voice. He took no notice.
Leading me into an alcove he took me behind one of the large steel pillars.
I was mesmerised as he quickly ran his zipper down and took his beautiful hard cock out. Taking my hand he put it on his cock and was then leaning forward kissing me on my mouth as I grasped the warm, hard, bare flesh of his hard, erect cock.

I felt his parted lips on mine. I felt his tongue pressing between my lips. I let my mouth open slightly and his tongue found mine and licked. I began to kiss back, also using my tongue. We were panting, now kissing with passionate lust. I felt his hand grope its way under my skirt and press against my pussy. Now his fingers were pushing under my pants and sliding into my suddenly wet and slippery vagina. I squeezed his gorgeous cock and slid my fingers up and down it.
My panties were pulled down around my thighs. He was pressing close to me. I felt his cock probing around my pussy. I could hear people walking nearby, “no, no, not here,” I gasped.

His mouth left mine, panting lustfully. “Come to the toilets, I’ll fuck you there,” he said somewhat roughly.
He’d done up his pants and was leading me by the hand before my mind even came to grips with what he’d said. “God, what if we’re seen going in,” the thought raced through my brain.

We were approaching the toilets. He was leading me towards the door with the sign that said “MENS.”  I’d somehow not thought of going in there. I pulled back. “No I can’t,” I pleaded in a weak voice.
“I’ll make sure it’s ok,” he said, and he left me standing there while he took the few steps to the door and momentarily disappeared inside. He was back almost immediately and grabbed my hand, “come on baby.”
I let myself be almost pulled forward, and we went through the door marked “MENS.”
I gave a little gasping yell of horror as I saw a number of men standing at a urinal. I froze but was wrenched forward and pulled behind the guy into one of the cubicles.
“Bend over baby, I’ll fuck you like a dog,” the guy said as he eagerly dragged his pants down then got behind me and pulled my panties off my bum.
He more or less shoved me down into a bending position. I felt his hands grasp my hips and his cock locate my wet and slippery pussy, then easily slide right in. “Fuck, you’re ready for this aren’t you,” he sneered, no doubt referring to just how wet my pussy was.
He fucked me with deep, rapid plunges of his cock into my vagina.

I moved my feet a little further apart and lowered my shoulders a little more so that my backside lifted more into the air for him to fuck me.
I was panting lustfully as I considered that it was almost unbelievable to me that this thing had happened. Even though I’d not gotten over my nervousness about those other men outside, I felt so beautifully dirty at the thought of being fucked by a total stranger, in the men’s toilet block, while my husband was nearby happily watching the game.
Oh my God, how lustful I felt being fucked in that way. How I panted and gave moans of delight. How I rocked back and forth with the thrusts of his cock. How I shoved myself back onto his gorgeous, big, hard cock in response to his own lustful thrusts.

It was all over in a couple of minutes. It had been so crude and dirty, fucked like a whore, with no love only sexual desire.
I felt both lustful and frustrated as the guy pulled away and began pulling his pants up. I did, in a way, feel excited satisfaction at having done such an obscene, crude thing, but I’d really wanted more fucking.

I pulled my panties up and was adjusting my skirt when I jumped with fright at hearing a voice just above my head, saying, “how was the slut, a good fuck?”
I looked up staring in disbelief. A guy was looking over the adjoining wall of the cubicle, and had apparently been watching us fucking.
The guy who had taken me there, also looked up in surprise, but then simply broke into a grin and answered, “Yeh, she fucks like a whore.”
I felt myself blush with shame, but at the same time felt so lustful at the crudeness of the way I was being looked upon by these two men.

The man disappeared from his position looking over the wall.
The guy that I was with slipped the bolt of the door. I moved closer to him and took his hand for protection, ready for us to quickly get out of the toilet and away from there.
On opening the door however, our way was blocked by, not only the man who had watched over the wall, but two others as well.
I didn’t consider it at the time, but later on knew that these other two must have been watching through the cracks at the edge of the door.

Anyhow, on us opening the door of the cubicle, one of these men outside said, in a tone which implied that it was the obvious thing to do, “my turn next.”
My mind wasn’t functioning normally in this extreme situation which was totally outside my level of experience. I moved to make a run for it out of the toilet, but the guy who’s hand I’d taken for protection, now hung on to me tightly. “Why not,” he laughed.

This took literally no more than a few seconds, during which fleeting time I hardly had time to think, even if I could have thought straight.
A moment later I was being bent over and my panties were down around my thighs again.
I felt hands on my waist, and then a cock plunging into my sperm filled pussy.
“Oh my God,” I gasped, my fear being assuaged by my feelings of surging lust as I was being fucked by this guy who’s face I’d hardly glimpsed.

They’d not even taken me back into the cubicle, and there I was being fucked dog fashion, with the other three men all around me.
As I say, the new guy was fucking me in absolutely no time flat, and while it was happening I’d seen one of the other men opening the front of his pants and lifting a magnificent hard cock into view. “Let’s fuck her mouth,” this guy said, moving in front of me.
The man who’d originally taken me there, released my hand which he’d still been holding firmly, and I then clutched the other guy’s legs and eagerly took his beautiful. gorgeous big cock into my mouth and began sucking up and down its entire length, working my tongue over and around the hard, bulbous head of it.

I became oblivious to everything but the cocks that were fucking my mouth and pussy. I lurched about impaled on the cocks as I was thrust around with the hard, driving thrusts of the man fucking me from behind.

“What the hell” I heard someone exclaim, and I realised that it was two men who had just entered the toilet block.
“Who’s the slut?” one of them asked as they came up. “Just some fucking whore I picked up,” my original adulterer replied. “Her husband’s out in the stands watching the game,” he added with a laugh.

The man fucking my pussy began moaning loudly and lustfully as he pummelled my slurping vagina which was sending trickles of sperm and my own lustful juices down the insides of my thighs. He clutched my back and panted with exhaustion. I knew that his sperm had filled my pussy.
In just a moment he released his grip on my body and withdrew his satisfied cock. Almost without pause, I felt a new man take his position and probe my oh so sloppy pussy with his hard, rigid cock.
My mind reeled. “Oh my God,” I thought to myself. I’d read stories of this sort of thing, but surely they weren’t true, and yet here it was actually happening. How many men now – it was four wasn’t it, my brain tried to determine through the tumult of thoughts that were swirling about.
These thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt by the guy who was fucking my mouth, suddenly grasping my head and nearly choking me with his cock which he pushed right to my throat as it gushed it’s tacky cum in copious amounts.
After this satisfied guy then pulling out, I barely had time to swallow down his sperm and to get my breath before a new cock was presented for me to suck.

I was sure more men had arrived. There seemed to be so many milling around me.
“I’m going to fuck the slut up her ass,” I heard one crude comment. It didn’t happen immediately, but when my pussy was again adulterated with another supply of cum, and I knew that someone else was preparing to mount me, I felt two hands on the cheeks of my bottom, pressing them apart, and then, after it plunging into my sloppy pussy for lubrication, the feeling of a cock pressing on my tight anus which, after a little resistance, opened up to accommodate this new, hard cock right deep within my rectal tunnel.

My mind and body wallowed in the filth and depravity of the situation as more and more men fucked me. I’ve no idea how many, I think more than ten.
I felt wonderful. I felt dirty. I certainly felt full of men’s sperm.
I loved the snatches of dirty talk that my brain managed to process. I loved the way I was referred to as “the dirty slut.” Under normal circumstances I’d have been horrified to be called such names, but under these circumstances I revelled in it. One can after all, be called a slut as an insult or as a compliment.

The events of that experience, afterwards seemed confused in my memory. I’ve no definite recollection of how it came to end. All I recall is that same guy who had taken me there, eventually taking me by the hand and leading me out.
I spent some time in the ladies, cleaning myself up and fixing my hair. There was no sign of the guy when I came out, so I then made my way back to the stands, wondering what my husband would say about my long absence.
“Where have you been?” he asked, taking his eyes from the game for a moment. “Oh, I had a coffee and have been sitting up the back,” I answered, trying to sound normal, but aware that I was blushing.
My husband seemed to take no notice, and simply turned back to watching the game.

Later, when the game was finished and my husband’s team had won, he asked whether I’d enjoyed the day.
“Oh yes,” I said smiling to myself, “I had a wonderful time.”

On the Monday, Rob came home from work and told me, “the guys at work were telling me that, at the game on Saturday, there was a whore turning it on in one of the men’s toilets. Can you believe that? They swear that it’s true though, the brother of one of the guys was involved. What sort of a woman would do something like that though?” then, answering his own question, he said, “some filthy, depraved whore I guess.”