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.
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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.”
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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.”          

Chloe The Office Toy

The night out with Dave and Marcus that
wound up with me being gang fucked by a bunch of strangers changed everything.
Word got round pretty quick and a few pictures and videos that appeared on
various websites pretty much finished my relationship with Simon. Turned out
that one of the builders who covered my big round tits with an especially large
load was a friend of a friend of Simon’s and an image of me in ripped stockings
and high heels on the toilet floor drenched in pints of slimy cum arrived in Simons
email and well, that was that. Simon packed his things and left that night.

I wasn’t as upset as I thought I would be,
but work was another matter. News spread around about what a total slut I had
been, pictures were shared by email and even a really graphic video clip. All
the guys at work now openly flirted with me or even tried to grope me, it
became quite annoying. Marcus and Dave stuck by me and even Amber was really
supportive, everyone else was pretty horrible. After a couple of days I got called
to the bosses office, I thought ‘well, this is it’.

If my boss was some fat old bloke in his
50’s I could imagine being all sorry and apologetic, getting down on my knees
and giving him the blow job of his life and all would be forgotten, but my boss
was a hard nosed bitch who had worked her way through the company to the top. I
was fucked.

Anna Rhodes was 44 and had been at the top
of the game for 10 years. She had made it by having bigger balls and a smarter
moves than all the men that had ever worked with her. She now owned several
successful businesses and was often called on by the press to comment on
national business issues. She was on Dragons Den for 2 seasons for Christ’s
sake, she took no prisoners and wasn’t going to give me an easy time because I
happened to be the same gender as her.

I went to her office on the 10th floor.
Isobel, Anna’s PA, met me with a cold bitchy stare that said “yes I’ve
seen the pictures too” and pointed me to the seats outside Anna’s office.

I sat down, straightened my skirt tried not
to look visibly worried. I glanced over at Isobel, her neat black bob was
immaculate, her Hermes business suit hung perfectly on her slight, but athletic
frame; she looked every inch the quintessential young, professional woman.
Rumour had it that Marcus had once made a pass at her and she had told him that
if he tried anything like that again he would be reported for harassment. It
seems you didn’t fuck with Isobel.

 I was thinking this when she looked over
and said, “Anna will see you now” and then added in silent,
beautifully mouthed words: “you slut”.

I got up and walked in to Anna’s office,
slightly shaken by Isobel’s silent attack.

“Ah Chloe, take a seat”.

Anna was standing by the floor length
window that made up one wall of her huge office. She was wearing a very simple,
but very beautiful black Givenchy suit (she only ever wore Givenchy suits, and
she had a thing for Louboutin shoes, but then what girl doesn’t?).

I sat down. Anna didn’t turn around.

“You know why you’re here don’t you
Chloe?”

“Yes?”

“I haven’t seen the pictures everyone
has been passing around, I don’t need to. I don’t like people disrupting my
business Chloe.”

“No, of course not, Anna I’m…”

“Chloe I don’t want to hear any
excuses”’ she turned around. Anna was an attractive woman with long thick
wavy dark hair and a quite incredible figure. She looked at me with those big
brown eyes and I was silent.

“Chloe I don’t want to sack you,
you’re too good at what you do and it took me a lot of money an effort to steal
you from your last employer”

I breathed an audible sigh of relief and
waited for the inevitable ‘but’

“But,” said Anna, “I need
you out of this office for a few months, until this all cools down. I’m sending
you to the New York office.”

I couldn’t believe it! This was amazing!

“I will get Dylan at the NY office to
get things going but I need you out there by Monday. Take the rest of the week
off to sort things out.”

I didn’t know quite what to say, but
babbled “Thank you Anna, thanks you so much, I don’t know…”

“Look Chloe, every professional bone
in my body says ‘sack you’ but I see potential in you and I’d hate to see it
wasted. I made a similar mistake when I was younger and my boss gave me a
second chance, so here I am doing it for you.”

She walked over and offered a manicure hand
as I got up out the chair, my eyes began to tear up.

Anna stood close to me, “don’t cry
Chloe, just be more careful in the ways you explore your sexuality, be more …
professional.” She was so close I could smell her perfume and feel her
breath, I felt so grateful.

I walked out of the office, glancing at
Isobel just long enough to mouth the word “BITCH” as I left.

The next few days were a little crazy, but
also quite exhilarating. I didn’t really have time to think about anything but
getting ready to move out to New York. The job in New York was for 3 months, so
I arranged for a friend to look in on my flat occasionally and feed my plants
while I was away. I packed up a few essentials from home and had them shipped
out to await my arrival. Isobel gave me a document case with a few files, the
details of the contract I was going to be working on and the keys to one of the
companies New York short let apartments. This was exactly what I needed.

Dave and Marcus were desperate to arrange a
night together before I left for the USA, they wanted to double team me as a
going away present, I was very tempted but I declined saying that maybe it
wasn’t a good idea after all the trouble our first time had created. They kept
asking and I kept refusing, I was definite it was for the best and anyway I had
another naughty little going away treat arranged.

On the Thursday before I was set to leave I
got an email from Liam in the mail room saying a parcel had arrived for me and
did I want for him to bring it up. Liam was the young guy that Dave and Marcus
has teased me about on our night out, apparently the young mail room boy
couldn’t talk to me without having to nip to the boys room to jerk off
afterwards. I bet his imagination had run wild when the stories of me being
gangfucked got out. I emailed him back to say that I would come down before the
end of the week to pick the parcel up myself, as it was personal. I signed off
with a little kiss, just to get him a little excited. I sat at my desk and imagined
him in the toilet cubicle thinking of me in all sorts of filthy scenarios as he
eases his stiffening cock out of his pants and begins to stroke it back and
forth until its rigid and its thick head is throbbing and shiny, aching to be
pushed into my willing body in any way he wants. I came back to reality and my
heart fluttered, and my little pussy gave a little throb. ‘Stop it Chloe’ I
thought to myself,’wait until Friday’.

My last day at the London office flew by
Anna popped in to my office to wish me luck and said she would check in on me
when she was next in the NY office. I couldn’t believe she was being so nice.

By 5.30 everyone was leaving for the
weekend and I went to the ladies toilets with my bag containing a change of
outfit. I slipped out of my work clothes in front of the mirrors and admired my
lingerie: black, sheer and see through, the bra pushed my tits up obscenely,
creating a plunging cleavage. An all in one sheer corset and suspenders set
wrapped my torso tightly and held my black seemed stockings in place. The
panties, well there wasn’t much too them really, and for tonights plan I
wouldn’t be needing them, I wiggled my hips and eased them down over my round
ass and slipped them into my handbag. Out of my satchel I pulled my little
black dress and my black suede 6 inch heels. The dress was backless, halter
neck little thing in wet-look material, it clung to me perfectly and stretched
sensually over my body. I slipped my stockinged feet into my heels, they lifted
me up high and made my ass jut out suggestively.

 I looked at the at myself as I applied a
coat of red lipstick, I looked like a teenage boys wet dream.. which is exactly
what I wanted to be tonight. I left the toilets and strolled into the lift, my
little handbag over my bare shoulder. I pressed the button for the basement.

I walked into the mail room knowing that
Liam would still be there finishing up after hours as he always did. He had his
back to me sorting various folders into the pigeon holes for each of the
companies different departments.

“Hi Liam, just remembered I had a
parcel to pick up”

Liam span around and when he saw me his jaw
dropped open, “Oh uh hi Miss Silver”, he stared taking in the image
of me in my tight little mini dress and slutty heels standing in his doorway.

“Do you still have it?”, I asked

He stared at me dumbfounded for a moment,
he was only about 17 or 18 but quite fit, probably did a lot of sport, he
looked the type. I glanced down and could already see the telltale bulge
appearing in his suit trousers.

“Uh sure, yes its um its right
here”, he put a largish parcel on the desk in front of me and tried not to
stare at my tits.

“Thanks Liam you’re a sweetie, I
almost forgot it but its something I wanted to take to New York with me”

“Oh sure…cool”, he smiled

I ran a long manicured nail through the
parcel tape and began to unwrap it in front of him. The plain box gave nothing
away, but I knew what was inside. I had purchased it online from Love Honey and
had it delivered to work so I could set this moment up before I left London.

I opened the lid of the box and pulled the
red tissue paper aside to reveal the item I had ordered: the Cock Locker
Inflatable Monster Dildo. It looked huge, in black rubber with a massive molded head and wrapped in thick veins, it was truly obscene.

Liam couldn’t believe his eyes, he stared
at the massive rubber toy and just said, “sshhhiit”

 I ran my fingers over the dildo and my
nipples began to visibly stiffen,“oh fuck look at it Liam, its massive and
its not even inflated yet, mmmm”

My eyes met his and I smiled, “I cant
wait to get this home” I bit my lip suggestively, my fingers still tracing
the shape of the thick black rubber cock.

He just stared at me, his erection bulging
visibly in his trousers.

“mmm Liam I have a naughty idea, maybe
I could try it out here?… would you like that Liam?”

Liams hand strayed to his fly and he
gripped his hard cock though his pants.

“Oh fuck.. oh fuck yes I’d love to see
that” he gasped

I ran a hand up my belly and around my tightly
wrapped tits, gently pinching my stiff nipple while my other hand lifted the
dildo out of the box.

“Oh my its so big I think I might need
you to help me with it”, I said in a sultry, pleading tone.

 I squeezed the rubber bulb that was
connected to the dildo by a tube, with a faint hiss the cock twitched. Out of
the box I took a small bottle of lube, removed the top and squirted a generous
amount over the veiny rubber cock, stroking it back and forth until it was
completely covered and glistened temptingly.

 Liam watched in stunned silence as I handed
him the dildo and bent over the desk sticking my ass out towards him. I looked
over my shoulder and wiggled my ass slowly, making sure he was getting a good
view of it tightly covered in the short wet-look skirt. I snaked a hand behind
me and hooked my fingers into the seam, slowly peeling the tight shiny material
up over my ass, revealing the smooth pale skin of my back side and my moist
little pussy.

 "Oh God yes", Liam breathed, his
eyes fixed on my naked ass. “Fuck the rumors were true you really are a
dirty slut!”

“I cant help it Liam, I just love
being fucked… now stick that big black monster in me, show me what a little
whore i am”

He approached me slowly, and carefully
place one hand on my ass, gently rubbing my pussy lips as he aimed the dildo
and began to ease it in to me.

“mmm yes”, I moaned as I felt
that big rubber head open me up and the first few inches entered me,
“don’t stop, keep going”

In silent concentration Liam eased more and
more in, oh god it felt so good.

“That’s it baby, mmm so fucking
big”

 I could feel it filling my pussy totally,
even more than Marcus’ did with his big cock that night in the bar. It felt
like the head was nudging the entrance to my womb.

Liam stroked my ass as he began to move the
dildo in and out, the thick rubber veins stimulating the walls of my tight
little hole.

“Yess yes that’s it Liam fuck me with
it. Show me how to take that big black dick”

I closed my eyes as the sensations began to
build and I started to moan with pleasure.

 Liam pushed it right up to the hilt and I
let out a deep moan falling forward on to the desk, my tits spreading out under
me. Then he stopped. I was about to complain when I heard a couple of long
hisses and the big dildo began to twitch and grow inside me.

 "Oh fuck yes ughhhnn", I let out
another low moan as Liam began to inflate the cock, bigger and bigger. I looked
behind me, Liam had a lust filled stare on his face and his impressively large
cock was jutting out of his fly as he jerked it rhythmically, still inflating
the dildo.

 My eyes rolled upwards and I felt a tremor
in my body as the growing dildo filled me utterly, stretching me to the limits.

“Ugghnn fuck FUCK! Liam I cant take
any more..its too big.. oh yes”, my hands gripped the edge of the desk and
I felt something wet and cool on my ass. Liam was squirting lube over my
backside and pussy as he began to try and pump the brutally inflated rubber
cock in and out of my cunt. At first it wouldn’t move but after a moment or two
I felt it ease back and forth – and it felt amazing!

“ugggnn OH FUCK yes YESS!”, even
the smallest movement filled me with ecstasy and I began to shudder and writhe.

“Liam! oh God that feels fucking
amazing”

“If you like that you’re going to love
this you fucking slut”, he grunted and I felt my oil covered ass hole
being probed by his eager fingertip and then something hotter and harder nudge
my tight little hole.

“Oh yes you dirty boy yes. Go on, do
it… fuck me in the ass” I moaned lustily as I felt him push his
straining erection into my ass.

 Liam was pretty well endowed and his rock
hard dick needed a good hard push to open me up and ease into my body. My ass
was extra tight due to the massive dildo in my pussy, but after a few grunts
Liam managed to get his bone hard erection into my ass and started fucking me.

 I lost control and began to cum so hard I
almost passed I out, I became like an animal possessed, writhing around on the
desk grunting and swearing: “Thats it you dirty bastard use me! USE MY HOLES!
Fuck my cunt you bastard that’s it yes yes YESS!”

I thrust my ass back and forth against his
violent fucking, my juices running down my thighs, my pussy lips stretched wide
around the obscene rubber thing stuck deep inside me.

 Liam up his pace and began to grunt loudly,
he was balls deep in my ass when he shouted,“ TAKE IT YOU FILTHY FUCK PIG
TAKE MY LOAD”

 My over sensitized ass felt his rigid cock
jerk and twitch and I felt the hot, surge of his cum filling my ass up. Jesus
it felt like he pumped a pint of the thick gooey stuff into me. He pulled out
leaving me face down on the desk, my dress around my waist and the massive
black rubber cock jutting from my twitching pussy. His thick cum ran out of my
puckered ass hole and mixed with my pussy juices running down the inside of my
spread thighs.

 I moaned softly with exquisite pleasure,
then felt Liams hand in my hair, pulling my head to one side. He was now beside
the desk, his fat semi erect cock was shoved towards my face. It was red, veiny
and covered in his creamy cum.

 "Suck my cock you dirty slut, suck
it", he said, suddenly filled with confidence, he was making the most of
his time with his new fuck toy. I opened my mouth and sucked his swollen cock
head, cleaning the cum off with my tongue and savouring the taste. I felt it
twitch and throb and it began to grow in my mouth. I took him deeper, lapping
my eager tongue on the underside of his lovely young cock. Before I knew it he
was thick and fully erect again and began sliding his length deep into my
willing throat. Oh god I love teenage boys and their recovery time.

 The big mushroom shaped head of his dick
was reaching deep into my throat as he pulled my head to him using handfuls of
my hair. His cock felt about 9 or 10 inches long, and he savoured getting the
whole lot down my ungagging throat before extracting it in a drolly mess and
slapping it across my face. I could feel my mascara running… I must have
looked a state.

 He grabbed my shoulders and moved me on to
my back, my head hanging off the desk giving him unhindered access to my eager
throat. He pushed his cock in again and began to thrust in and out, his hand s
grabbing my big naked tits and his balls slapping against my face. I felt like
a piece of meat, only good for fucking.. and I loved it. I moved my hands down
my jerking body and rubbed my clit, my other hand began to move the big rubber
cock around in my pussy. Oh fuck it felt so good.

“Look at you, you whore, you fuck meat
slut.. that’s it take my cock like a pro”

 I shuddered with a shattering orgasm, my
body arching on the desk with Liam pulling at my hard nipples as he banged his
cock balls deep into my face and released another massive load into me. I
swallowed and swallowed, I was worried I might choke. He kept cumming and I kept
swallowing. Eventually he eased his thick slimy cock from my mouth, drool and
cum ran down my face and I gurgled in slutty happiness.

 I lay there as Liam sorted him self out and
got back into his clothes.

“Fuck that was good” he grinned.

I smiled, rolling onto my side and sliding
a stocking leg up to my tummy, my ass on full display with the end of the cock
locker jutting out with its rubber tube and inflater bulb hanging behind.

“Mmm that was good”, I replied,
twisting the valve and releasing the air in the massive fat dildo. My pussy
tingled as I removed the rubber cock with a slimy pop.

“When I get back from New York I want
to do it again… but next time I want you to bring some friends”, I
smiled bringing the glistening distended dildo to my mouth and sucking on its
still quite extreme size.

“Oh fuck yes, that would be perfect, I
know just the guys, you’re gonna get it good, you wont get a minutes rest”

‘Oh god’ I thought, ‘I fucking love teenage
boys"

The Unexpected Cum Slut

Short Story

Dinner was pleasant. My wife and I were out at a nice Italian restaurant with my wife’s brother and our sister-in-law. The food was fantastic, the wine was delicious and the conversation was flowing; all of us sharing stories and laughing.

Well, most of us, anyway. Our sister-in-law, Jenny, isn’t quite as outgoing as the rest of the family. She has the occasional anecdote to share, but mainly her life revolved her children. She didn’t seem to have many of her own friends and she was a stay at home mom, so she only had so many stories to share. She realized that the average person, even relatives, could only listen to so many stories about her children, so she mainly remained quiet and listened to everyone else.

The conversation did turn back to Jenny’s preferred topic as the evening rolled on when my wife asked about their plans for a third child. It was no secret that Jenny desperately wanted to have at least one more child, while Jason wasn’t as keen on the idea. In his opinion, they had two beautiful children and they weren’t getting any younger, so why not just be happy with the family they had?
As the conversation continued, Jason decided to share a story with us that illustrated how badly Jenny wanted a third child. He began: “Seriously you guys, she wants another kid so badly that she practically raped me!”

“Jason!” Jenny exclaimed, trying to keep her voice down, but obviously shocked at the story he was about to tell. My wife and I had the same reaction, yelling, “WHAT?!”

“Yeah,” Jason continued, obviously not caring about Jenny’s objection, “I got home one night after work and was exhausted. I ate dinner, played with the kids for awhile, but I just couldn’t stay awake any longer so went to bed around 9:30.”

My wife and I were leaned in, listening quite intently. Jenny knew there was no way to stop Jason once he was in the middle of the story, so she just sat there blushing as he continued.

“All of a sudden in the middle of the night, I feel something moving on top of me. I opened my eyes, and there’s Jenny on top of me!”

“Like, trying to get you to wake up to have sex?” my wife asked.

“No!” Jason says, “We were having sex! She somehow got me hard while I was still asleep and she was having sex with me. That’s how badly she wants to have another kid! She doesn’t even care if I’m an active participant! She just wants my stuff!”

“So she was “milking” you!” I blurted out.

We were all roaring with laughter. Well, all of us except Jenny who just sort of chuckled, trying not to be a stick in the mud. You could tell she was pretty embarrassed, but I had to give her credit; she took the story like a champ. I know a lot of people who would have stormed out at that point or at least fumed for the rest of the meal. Not Jenny. She sat there and enjoyed the rest of the evening with us.

We changed subjects, had desert and after everyone had their fill, we paid our tab and left. On the way home my wife and I talked about the “milking” story. We just couldn’t believe Jenny would do such a thing; it was so out of character for the woman we knew. We laughed about it a bit more and the two of us occasionally took to calling Jenny “the Milker” in our private conversations.
But as with most things, time passed and the reference began to fade.
A few months later, Jason and I went out drinking with some friends. With the two little ones at home, Jason doesn’t get to go out with the guys very often, so when he does get the chance he likes to make the most of it. I’m not one to reign anyone in and I enjoy my nights away, as well, so our nights out often end in fun, a few foggy memories and a pounding headache the next morning.
This particular night was no exception. Beers were followed by shots, which were then followed by many more beers. At the end of the night, neither of us was in any shape to drive home, and since we were closer to Jason’s house we shared a cab back to his place where I was going to crash until the morning.
Jason set me up in their guest room and stumbled off to bed for the night. I passed out pretty much as soon as my head hit the pillow.

At some point in the night, I began to have a dream about sex. This is nothing new and it actually happens quite often when I have a lot to drink. You’re out in a bar, lots of pretty girls are around and the images stick with you through the night.

The dream was extremely vivid. I couldn’t see what the girl looked like, but the sex itself seemed so real. I could seem to actually feel my hard cock sliding in and out of a wet hole. I wished the dream was real, but knowing that it was just a dream I tried to keep my eyes closed and hope the dream would last. Since I was gaining consciousness I knew it would end any minute now and I would be disappointed to find myself in a bed by myself, but I tried to hold on to the dream as long as I could.

To my surprise, the dream wasn’t ending. In fact, it seemed to be getting more and more vivid. I could still feel my cock engulfed in a tight hole. I could hear the girl in my dream moaning as if she were right there. Maybe I had remembered the night’s events incorrectly? Did I somehow get home that night? Was I possibly in my own bed? Even possibly having sex with my wife?
I was afraid to risk waking up and ending the dream. On the other hand, I would have to miss out on actively having sex if this happened to be real. I decided to chance it and wake myself up.

I opened my eyes slowly, not sure if I was going to see my wife on top of me or an empty room. I shocked when I saw neither.

Directly in front of me was a pair of unknown, but quite large, milky-white breasts. I looked down the silky smooth stomach and watched as the woman’s hips straddled my own and moved rhythmically back and forth over my pelvis; my penis buried deep in the woman’s womb. I looked back up the body. Her arms were extended with her hands in the middle of my chest for support. Her back was arched slightly, breasts protruding forward and her neck was tilted backward with her eyes closed; enjoying the ride. My sister-in-law, Jenny, was fucking me as I slept. To use the expression we had developed, she was “milking” me.

At this point I was left questioning what to do. On the one hand, I was at that moment cheating on my wife. Plus, I really liked my brother-in-law and, even though I had no idea what had been happening up until this point, this was still his wife that I was having sex with. On the other hand, neither my wife nor Jason would probably care – or possibly even believe – how I came to have my dick buried deep inside of Jenny. And being inside of her felt so good and her tits looked so wonderful bouncing on the chest above me. Do I just close my eyes and enjoy this, let Jenny leave when it’s finished and act like nothing happened?

I didn’t have time to make a decision. As I was debating this in my head, I saw Jenny open her eyes and look at me. She could tell I was about to say something and simply whispered, “Shush, shuuush.”

Jenny leaned forward until her face was a few inches from mine. I could feel her dangling breasts rubbing against my chest. She began to talk quietly as she continued humping her hips on my shaft.

“Just relax,” she tried to reassure me, “just relax. No one will ever find out about this. Just enjoy it.”

“Jenny, what about Jason? What about the kids? What if someone wakes up and comes in here?”

“Wakes up?” she replied, “Oh, you still think it’s the middle of the night. It’s actually 9 in the morning. Jason got called into work and will be gone all day. Saturdays the kids spend with their grandfather so they’ll be gone all day, too.”
She kept sliding slowly up and down my shaft. She was obviously enjoying this immensely. I was too, it felt great! But it was wrong, too.

“Jenny, we shouldn’t be doing this,” I began to protest, but she cut me off.

“Relax,” she said again, “I just want your cum and then we can be done with this if you’d like. Mmmm, if feels so good though. Doesn’t it?”

She just wanted my cum? What? I knew she wanted another child, but this was crazy! How would she explain it if I knocked her up?

I tried to explain that point of view.
“Jenny, I know you want a third kid, but …”

Again, she cut me off. “I’m not trying to get pregnant. I’m not stupid!” she said. “You can only get pregnant at certain times of the month and this isn’t one of them for me. I couldn’t get pregnant if I wanted to right now. Like I said, I just want your cum.”

“What?” was the only reply I could come up with; not exactly witty or anything, I know!

“Jason wasn’t lying about the story when he woke up with me having sex with him, but he was wrong about the reason,” she explained. “I’d love to have another child, but getting pregnant wasn’t my plan that night. And it wasn’t my motivation the other nights I’ve screwed him while he slept and never woke up to notice.”

She had me puzzled.

She continued, “I just love cum. Sperm. Jizz. Whatever you want to call it. I just love it. I need it. I always have. I love to feel it fill my insides. I love to feel it coat my tongue as a guy cums in my mouth. I love to feel it shot all over my body.”

“So Jason won’t give it to you?”

“He will, and does. But he has to work so much that he’s exhausted when he gets home and is asleep by the time we could have some “alone time” from the kids. And when I get a craving for some cum, I NEED to have it. I planned on getting some, lots in fact, today, but then he was called in to work. And then I remembered you were here and I couldn’t help myself.”

Holy crap that was hot! Jenny, timid, shy Jenny, just confessed her cum addiction to me. She was still riding my cock. She was taking it in longer strokes now. She would pull her hips up until just the head of my cock was left inside of her and then she would slide slowly down until my balls were pressed against her ass.

“So?” she asked. “Can I have your cum? Can I feel it shoot inside of me? We can stop after that, if you’d like, but I would love to feel your cum all over me today. You can shoot it wherever you want.”

I knew this was wrong. I knew we should stop. But I hadn’t stopped it when I first knew what was happening, so I was already cheating with my sister-in-law. We had been screwing for awhile now and I was getting fairly close to cumming anyway, so I might as well finish I thought.

I had been a passive participant the whole time up until the moment. I had kept my arms at my side letting Jenny do all the work. Now I was going to join in. I reach around and grabbed her ass and squeezed, pulling her down onto my member until I bottomed out in her.

I looked her in the eyes and asked, “Wherever I want?”

Her eyes twinkled as I asked that question. Jenny knew she had me. She knew she was going to get what she wanted so badly – cum! And she knew she was going to get more than one load from me.

She smiled and replied in a sultry voice, “Wherever you want. In my pussy; on my face; in my mouth; you can even explode all over my big tits and I’ll lick it off of them for you.”

Fuck, so hot! Whoever knew Jenny would be such a cum slut!

There was one place I most definitely wanted to plant my seed though, and she had not mentioned it.

“What about deep in your ass?” I asked as I slipped a finger between her crack and rubbed her ass hole.

“Oh fuck. No, not there. I’ve only done anal once and I didn’t like it.”

I knew she was desperate though and would give in. “Well, you said ‘wherever’ and that’s where I want to cum. Either you let me cum in your ass or we will stop right now before you get any cum. You will have to go all day without fulfilling your craving. And who knows whether Jason will be too tired when he gets home from working all day after being up late last night …”

Now I had her!

“OK, you can cum in my ass. But later. I want to feel it in my pussy first. Then I want to feel it shoot either on my face or tits. Then you can have my ass. Deal?”

“Deal!”

Jenny then picked up the pace. She started moving up and down my cock faster, determined to now get the first of what was going to be many loads today.

I reached up and for the first time felt the weight of her large breasts in my hands. I squeezed them, fondled them, and then brought them to my mouth.
I ran circles around her nipples with my tongue and then bit her nipple. I then sucked her breasts into my mouth, trying to suck in as much as I could.
“Oh fuck, yes!” Jenny moaned, “Suck my nipples. Bite them, pull on them, lick them, suck them! Yes! I love it.”

I went back and forth sucking one breast before moving to manipulate the other one. Jenny kept fucking me. We had fucked so long that I couldn’t believe she hadn’t gone dry, but the anticipation of the cum that was about to fill her kept her soaked.

I was finally about to cum and so was Jenny. She took her breast from my mouth and sat back into the position she was in when I woke up. She put her hands back on my chest for balance and I grabbed her hips, helping pull her on my cock faster. She was bouncing up and down on my cock and I watched her supple breasts bounce with the same rhythm.

Finally, I reached the point of no return. “Jenny, I’m going to cum. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m about to cum. You want to feel me cum inside of you?”

“Oh yes, fucking give it to me! I want to feel it shoot inside of me! Give it to me now!”

And I did! I thrust up as she pushed down on my cock and I shot deep inside of her, filling her with every ounce of warm cum I had.

As I finished shooting and the last drops oozed out, Jenny just sat there, as if she were waiting for something. Eventually, after a minute or two, I could feel my own cum run back down onto the head of my cock.

“There it is,” she said. I wasn’t sure if she was talking to herself, me, or both of us. She raised off of my lap, my shrinking cock popping out of her pussy, and she hovered for a minute. She looked down with intent and we both watched as my sperm slid out of her pussy and dripped onto my cock. I could see her trying to push more out and covered my cock with my own cum.

“Oh I love feeling it slide out of me. That feels so good!”

“Are you ready to start building up your second load?” she asked me.

“Sure,” I replied simply. Jenny then lowered her head into my crotch and swallowed my cum covered cock. I could feel her sucking up as much cum as possible into one mouthful, and then she looked up at me, took her closed mouth off my cock and then opened it to show my load on her tongue. She closed her mouth and swallowed.

“Yum that’s good!” Jenny exclaimed and then went back to sucking my cock, still with a bit of cum on it, to get me hard and ready for round two.

Babysitting

Short Story

Graduation was just around the corner. I couldn’t wait. I’d spent the last two years planning on where I was going to college and couldn’t wait to get away from under my parents thumb. It was Friday and I was planning on meeting up with some friends at a party. It was a “come in uniform” party and I was just putting on my little catholic school girl uniform when my mother came into my room.

“I forgot to tell you. I told Mrs. Winters you’d babysit for her tonight. She has to spend the evening with her sister and needs you to watch the baby.”

I pulled up my white socks and just looked at her. I love my mother but she does this to me every time.

“I was planning on going to a party, Mother. Not babysit.”

“Well, so now, you’ll babysit. You said you wanted extra money for summer and college. Here ya go. Besides, you can go to other parties. I know there’s probably another one tomorrow.”

She left my room and I was stuck. I called my friend Samantha and told her I wasn’t going to make it. Had to babysit. She laughed and I told her I’d get even with her later. Well, at least babysitting for the Winters was easy. Adam was six months and slept through the night. I grabbed my wallet and keys and headed out to my car.

When I got to the Winters’ house, Mrs. Winters was already getting ready to leave. Adam was down and would probably be down all night. Mrs. Winters told me she’d call if she was going to be past eleven, and that Mr. Winters would probably be home around midnight if she was late. I told her no problem and closed the door behind her.

I went into the living room and made myself comfortable. I checked on Adam a couple times and he was sound asleep. At around eleven, the phone rang. Mrs. Winters was going to stay at her sister’s, she’d had a little too much wine. She told me to have Mr. Winters pay me when he got home and if it wasn’t enough, to call her tomorrow and she’d take care of it.

I hung up and settled back on the couch. At around 11:30, I heard Mr. Winters come home. I met him in the kitchen as he walked in. I told him Mrs. Winters wasn’t going to be home tonight, that she was at her sister’s.

“I checked on Adam, and he’s sleeping sound, Mr. Winters. Do you need anything else?”

“Thanks, Julie, and you don’t have to keep calling me Mr. Winters. It’s Rob.”

I smiled, said ok and started to grab my keys. There must have been something wet on the floor because I slipped. Rob caught me as I started to fall.

“Are you ok? Did you hurt yourself?”

I tried to step down and my ankle was a little sore. Rob lifted me up and set me on the counter.

“Let me take a look at that.”

I sat on the counter and watched as Rob took my shoe off. Slowly, he rolled down my sock and pulled it off. I felt myself getting really excited. Mr. Winters is a handsome man and here he was taking my sock off. It felt strangely erotic. His hands rubbed my leg and then my foot and ankle.

“Does this hurt?”

I shook my head no. It didn’t hurt, it felt good actually.

“Did you hurt your other foot?”

I told him I didn’t think so. He said we should check just to make sure. He slowly took off my other shoe and then rolled down my other sock. His fingers were touching my skin lightly. My bare legs were open some what and he was standing between them. My plaid skirt was hiked up slightly and I knew he could see my white panties. I had gone for the whole look tonight and now I was glad.

“Do you think you can walk on it?”

I told him I’d try and he lifted me down off the counter, his hands on my waist. I tried to walk and half-faked and half really couldn’t walk on my ankle.

“Let’s take you into the living room to sit down for a while.”

The next thing I knew, Rob had picked me up and was carrying me to the couch in the living room. His hands were on the back of my bare thighs and I wanted him to touch me more. He set me down on the couch and asked if I needed anything. I looked at him and said maybe one thing.

“What’s that?”

I leaned forward and kissed his lips gently. At first he was shocked and then I felt him respond. I pulled back and looked at him. He smiled.

“You don’t normally dress like this do you? Where were you going tonight?”

“I was going to a party. It was a come in a uniform party. I choose the catholic school girl look. What do you think?”

He looked at me, taking in my bare legs, the short plaid shirt, the white blouse opened wide at the neck.

“I think I want to go back to school again. What were you hoping to get out of it anyway?”

I looked at him and smiled.

“I was hoping to get laid.”

“Oh really. Well, I’d hate to disappoint you.”

He leaned in and kissed me. His hand was on my thigh and I felt it go up under my skirt. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his fingers slip inside my panties and stroke my pussy.

“You’re wet. I think you should take those panties off.”

He reached under my skirt with his other hand and I lifted my butt so he could pull them off. He tossed them to the floor. His fingers went back under my skirt and pushed against me. Again, I moaned. Rob kissed my lips again and then moved down the couch. Lifting my skirt up, he stared at my bare pussy. My blonde curls were wet and the cool air made me shiver. Rob’s finger stroked up and down my lips, gently pushing inside me. I moaned again and opened my legs wider.

Leaning over, Rob flicked his tongue across my pussy. Oh god! It felt so good. My boyfriend hardly ever licks me. Rob’s tongue pushed inside my pussy and then moved up and down. With little, slow darts of his tongue, Rob licked me. I pushed my hips up, pushing my pussy further into his face. I looked down and watched as Rob made small circles around my clit. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back down as his lips closed around it and sucked.

Moaning, I bucked my hips up and down. Rob’s tongue pushed in and out. I felt my body starting to tingle. Rob pushed his tongue deeper inside me and I moaned as my orgasm shook my body. Rob’s mouth closed over my pussy and he sucked, pulling me to him. My orgasm kept shaking me, ripping through my body.

Lifting his mouth from my pussy, Rob smiled. He reached up and unbuttoned my blouse, opening it wide. My white bra was pushing my breasts up. Rob pulled the cups down and ran his fingers over my nipples.

Standing, Rob slowly unzipped his pants. His cock was hard in his boxers. He pulled his shirt off and then pushed his boxers down. He was twice as big as my boyfriend. I watched as his hands wrapped around his cock and stroked it up and down.

“Have you ever had a cock like this before, Julie? Or have you only ever had boys cocks?”

“Only boys. I want it. I want you inside me.”

Rob smiled and slowly laid on the couch above me. He leaned over and took my nipple in his mouth, sucking slow and hard. I moaned and moaned louder when I felt the tip of his cock push against my pussy. I opened my legs wider, wrapping my legs around his waist. Rob pushed his cock slowly inside me, filling my tight pussy with his member. I moaned and pushed up to meet him, driving him further inside me.

“So fucking tight! Such a tight fucking pussy!”

He pushed his cock deeper and then pulled up. I moaned and moved my hips up to him. His mouth was sucking my nipple as he fucked me, moaning over it.

“Faster! Fuck me faster! Oh fuck me harder!”

I was moaning and yelling. He was so big and felt so good inside me. He sped up, fucking me harder, ramming his cock deep inside my pussy. I begged him to fuck me harder, to fuck my pussy. I felt my body shake again and my pussy squeezed around him. My orgasm was so hard I thought I would rip into pieces. He kept drilling me, ramming his cock inside me.

“Fuck! Oh fuck! Here it comes, baby! Here it fucking comes!”

He pulled out and wrapped his hands around his cock. His cum spewed onto my chest, coating my nipples and bra. I sat up and dropped to my knees. Wrapping my hands around his dripping cock, I slipped the tip into my mouth and sucked. He tasted so good. I love to suck a cock when it’s coming.
I rolled my mouth around the tip and then slid my mouth down his shaft. He moaned and leaned back on the couch. I sucked him hard and fast, pulling every last drop from him.

“That’s it, baby, oh that’s soo good. Suck it baby. Suck my cock.”

Rob pushed his cock into my mouth and I kept sucking. He was getting harder again. I pumped his cock with my hands as I sucked the tip with my mouth. When he was hard again, I flicked my tongue over the tip. Standing, I slipped my shirt off my shoulders and unhooked my bra. Leaving only my plaid skirt on, I stood in front of him. I ran my fingers over my nipples and then lifted my skirt. I slipped my finger down inside my pussy and then brought it to my lips to suck. Rob smiled and told me to come back to him.

I walked to him, holding my skirt up so he could see my pussy. Kneeling on his lap, I slowly lowered my pussy onto his cock again. Bracing myself on his shoulders, I rode his cock slow, squeezing my pussy muscles around him. My breasts bounced up and down in his face as I fucked his cock. His hands were on my hips, pushing me up and down. His cock was deep inside me.

His mouth closed around my nipple and then the other nipple. I moaned as I felt another orgasm tear through me. Rob bounced me up and down harder and faster on his cock. I lifted my skirt so he could see his cock going up and down inside me. Rob moaned and thrust hard up inside me and I felt his cock erupt. I moved off of him and took his cock in my mouth again. I sucked him clean and then sat up on the couch. He was leaning his head back and his cock was dripping between his legs.

“You know, I think my ankle is feeling much better now.”

Rob laughed and pulled me to him to kiss me.

“You are eighteen, right?”

I nodded and he sighed a sigh of relief.

“Rob, do you want to fuck the babysitter again? Because the babysitter really wants to fuck you again.”

I stayed until 4:00 in the morning, fucking and sucking Mr. Winters. I babysit regularly now, even when Mrs. Winters has the baby with her.

Charlies Grades

Short Story

It wasn’t quite the end to the day that he expected. It wasn’t easy telling a student that her grades were sinking fast and that he was going to have to inform her parents that night that she would have to be dropped down a class. After all, they were paying a lot of money to send her to his school and they would be horrified to know that she was dropping down. But he had to tell them, it was his duty as her teacher.

As he got up from his desk, ready to leave, there was a knock on the door. “Enter” he said, and the door creaked open. Standing in the doorway was the girl, Charlie. She looked at him and said “Can I talk to you please Sir?”

He looked at his watch and said “Yes, I have a few minutes before I have to leave”

She walks in and stands there, looking scared… “Sir, it’s about my grades.”

He looks up from his desk. “We have discussed this earlier and you know I have to inform your parents how badly you are doing”

“But Sir, if they find out, I will be in so much trouble. Please give me one last chance to get my marks higher Sir.”

He looks up and sees she is sobbing a little, tears running down her smooth young face. He rises from his chair and walks round to her. Offering her a tissue, he tells her to sit on the chair, and he walks to the door and closes it. As the door clicks shut, she hears the key turn in the lock, and wonders why he has locked them in.

He walks back to his desk, but instead of sitting behind it, he lowers himself on the corner directly in front of her. He looks down and notices the buttons of her shirt are open a bit too far down and he sees the soft skin of her pert breasts cupped in her bra. He knows it’s wrong to stare but he finds it impossible to look away.

“I have given you too many chances to improve already” he says “so why should I give you another?”

Charlie looks up at him, her eyes still wet from her tears and says “I know Sir, but this time I would do anything to stop my parents finding out” and she crosses her legs slowly making her skirt ride up her thigh.

His eyes drop as her legs cross and he can’t help but notice a glimpse of white panties on her thigh, as he skirt has lifted just an inch or two too much. He feels a growing sensation in his groin and stands to try and hide it, her face level with his waist.

“You say you will do anything to stop me telling your parents, Charlie?” he asks as he feels his manhood still hardening.

“Oh yes Sir, I will, I will do whatever it takes to keep them from finding out”She looks up at him and nods, “Yes Sir, I understand. And yes, I agree. My life would be hell if you expel me Sir.”

“Very well, he says, you have made your choice and there is no going back now. Fulfil the tasks I set you and your grades will be improved.”

“Thank you Sir. What do you want me to do, tidy the desk, make tea for you?”

He looks down at her and puts a finger over his lips as if to say “Shhhhhhhh”

With her still sat on the chair, he reaches down and unzips the fly on his trousers and they fall to the floor, leaving him there with a bulging erection in his boxers. He slips them over it and his cock is inches from her face…. “Touch it, he tells her.

“But Sir, that’s, that’s, that’s wrong Sir”

“You agreed to my tasks, you do as I say now”

She is shaking a little but knows that she has to do as he bids or get thrown out the school. Her hand slowly moves to the tip and she touches it. She is shocked at how hard it feels. She had heard all about boys and their erections but this was the first time she had even seen one, let alone touched one.

“Hold it in your hand” he says “wrap your fingers round it and rub it”

Her tiny fingers take a grip and she begins to rub the shaft up and down, the foreskin covering then uncovering the deep red head of his cock. He closes his eyes and breaths softly with every stroke.

“Is this what you mean Sir” she asks, looking up at his face. He looks down at her and says ”Oh yes, you are doing that just right. But there is more to come. Now stand up.”

Her hand releases the throbbing cock and she stands as instructed.

“What do you want now then Sir”

“Unbutton your shirt and unzip your skirt for me Charlie” he says.

She knows that its wrong but she also knows she has no choice but to do as he tells her. With her hands shaking, she unbuttons her shirt and it falls open revealing her tight white bra. Her skirt falls to the floor when she unzips it and her little white panties are exposed.

“Take the shirt off”

She obeys and it lies next to her skirt on his office floor. She is left standing in her matching bra and panties, and the cold air makes her young nipples stiffen and press against the smooth cotton of her bra.

He takes a few seconds to look at her, then moves close, and his hand reaches out to rub over her erect nipples, teasing them with his fingers… She lets out a soft moan, she has only ever done this to herself, never has a man touched her there… She tried to hide it but the pleasure running through her veins is too much. Her breathing gets faster as he touches them, her breasts rising and falling with every touch. He reaches behind and with one flick, the bra comes undone and her small firm tits are free, free for him to suck on… his mouth engulfs them in turn, sucking and biting them softly. She has never felt such a feeling as this, and she moans over and over again…

He reaches for her hand and guides it back to his cock, and she knows what he wants… more rubbing. She takes a firm grip again and he feels even harder than before.

Having tasted her nipples, he is dying to put his tongue between her thighs, and he stands upright, and tells her to sit on the edge of the desk…  She does as she is told once more, and he stands there, and looks down at the tight white triangle of cotton that is covering her young womanhood. There is a small damp patch there and he knows that she is ready… he kneels and slowly peels her panties down and her pussy is exposed, the soft wispy hairs slightly wet from her juices. He moves in and lets the tip of his tongue run over her lips, softly, gently and she gasps. He lifts her legs up and onto his shoulders and then he presses his face hard on to her… his tongue finds her clitoris and its hot, throbbing and feels as if she is on fire! She tastes so sweet and fresh. He is the only man to have eaten her and she can’t help but writhe with the pleasures his tongue is giving her.

Harder he licks and every so often he sucks hard on her clit… She is so close to having her first real orgasm. She had played on her bed on her own a few times but nothing ever felt as good as this…. Just as she feels the surge of her cum rising, he stops…… Why, don’t stop!!!! Keep licking me!!!

He stands up, lifts her off the desk and turns her round…… “Bend over” that’s all he says “Bend over”

With her pussy still aching Charlie bends over his big desk, and her pert little bottom is in the air… She feels him behind her, and feels that hard cock of his pressing against her cheeks… He reaches down and guides it, the tip nestling on her wet pussy lips, and then he pushes it in, an inch at a time, slowly, gently, until she feels the whole of his girth in her… She lets out a small whimper of pain as it hurts her… “Relax” he says” You are wet and that will make me nice and slippery”

She lets out a deep sigh and then relaxes a little, and she feels him pushing his cock in and out of her pussy… slowly it eases and the more he enters her, the wetter she becomes….She feels more relaxed and now finds herself pushing back to meet each stroke…. His hands grip her waist and he begins to really go deep….. His balls are hitting her cheeks every time he is fully in her…. She feels her body letting go and she knows she is close….. close to that explosion of her orgasm… She can’t help but scream out loudly as she cums for the very first time….

Harder and harder he fucks her… pounding deep… his balls are tightening too as her tight pussy muscles grip and milk him….. He knows he cannot allow his cream to shoot in her pussy so he pulls out….

“Kneel down” he tells her…. “Kneel down now and take my cock in your mouth….

She is so turned on that she sinks to her knees and takes that hard cock in her mouth, and sucks it like she had been sucking cock for years…. He holds the back of her head and fucks her mouth and he knows she will be getting his cum any second…. As the hot cum rises he holds her head tight in place and fills her mouth with his salty load…

Swallow it, he demands, swallow my seed… he keeps her head in place to make her drink his cum. She is swallowing fast as he has filled her moth with a full load of cum…

As the last drop oozes from the tip of his cock, he releases her head and his softening cock falls from her mouth….

She looks up and smiles, and asks “Have I fulfilled my tasks now Sir?”

He slips his clothes back on and say “Yes, for today. However if your grades fall againCharlie, you will have to come to my office again, do you understand?”

“Yes Sir, I understand fully…”

He sits back behind his desk and tells her to go, and says he will be keeping a very close eye on her work from now on.

As she leaves she turns round, winks at him and says “I do hope my grades fall again very soon Sir”

A Swim In The Mountains

“Well, are we going?” she asked, eyebrows raised above pale blue eyes, her hands making a cute little questioning gesture.

          She stood in the doorway, illuminated by the midday sun, a picture of angelic perfection if there ever was one. She was about 160cm in height, just over eight stone, very skinny, not much meat on her. Her skin was as pale as the moon and she had shoulder-length midnight black hair that she usually wore long with her bangs crafted into a bulbous shape. Her lips were puffy and perpetually coated in fire truck red lipstick. Her ass was big for a girl of her size and very round, no doubt the product of countless squats. She liked to joke that she had a “J-Lo booty.” Her breasts too shared the perfection of circumference that her ass did and were pleasantly an exact handful. Her voice was cute, sweet, making her sound younger than her twenty-one years.

          At the moment she was wearing a black crop top with some metal band’s name across the front in medieval era lettering and a pair of very short denim shorts. They were practically hot pants; they fit her snugly and revealed most of her smooth, milky thighs. Just peeking out of the top of her shorts was the white border of an orange and white bikini bottom. Similarly, her crop top was cut so short that the top of her swimsuit was visible in brief flashes, holding back her not inconsequential cleavage. She was barefoot and both her feet and her hands bore black nail polish. Her tongue was pierced with what looked like a tiny silver barbell. Her eyelashes were like that of a 1950s movie starlet, thick and noticeable.

          She batted her eyelashes at me now, kept her icy blue eyes locked on mine, a little smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

          There was one more thing about her that was as attractive as everything else about her put together….and when you combined that with the rest, she was irresistible, full-stop.

           Her name was Lucy…and she was my stepsister.


          I had just gotten back from a six month tour in Afghanistan with the Royal Marines. It had been brutal, worse than training, if that’s possible. Murderous heat during the day, bone-chilling cold at night, people out to kill you, wanting to kill you in the worst way, endless patrols, the boredom, the anger, the complete and utter sexual frustration. The latter perhaps affected our unit most universally. They weren’t any women in our platoon and the nearest village consisted of only a handful of women all above the age of sixty. For six months we didn’t even so much as hear a female voice over the radio. Everyone was starved half-mad without exception, but I had a secret weapon.

          Lucy was the only person, family or friend, who wrote me regularly and kept it up the whole time I was over there. We’d only known each other a few, short years since our parents eloped, but it felt much, much longer. And I admit, I’d always had a crush on her and I challenge any heterosexual male to look at her and imagine feeling otherwise, relations aside. Of course, I never expressed it, and I didn’t know how she felt, though she was always sweet and playful with me, teasing me that I must have a very active sex life. If only she knew. She also kept a picture of me, musclebound and shirtless during Marine training, in her room on a nightstand. I was always far too scared to make a move though and desperately tried to conceal how I felt. She must have noticed though…somehow.

          Not only did she write me regularly for my whole tour, but with each letter came pictures. In one shot she was dressed in a red flannel crop top and tight jean shorts while sitting on a log in the woods, looking pensive. In another she was dressed in black combat boots, a barely thigh length black shirt, and a band t-shirt. She was into the Goth scene a bit, but could also look absolutely ordinary (well as ordinary as it got for a girl as good looking as her) when the situation warranted it. My favorite picture that she sent me was of her in an orange bikini with white borders along the edges, standing with one leg slightly curled upward atop a sand dune at the beach. Christ, she looked amazing. Her stomach was absolutely flat, her “V” line well-defined, her hip bones prominent, and she had cute little brown birth marks littering her body. As if to drive the point home, she included another picture of her in the orange-and-white bikini, this one from behind. She was looking over her shoulder, one hand on her left hip, her shapely ass jutting towards the camera ever so slightly, back dimples clearly visible. That bikini bottom was pressed on her so tight, and it was so sheer, that if you looked hard enough you could see the outline of her ass like the moon over the day. The look she was giving the camera was a smiling, happy one, but below the surface (and perhaps just in my mind), it was an inviting one, a tempting one, almost a commanding one. I shamelessly jerked myself off to that photo dozens of times, I dreamed of it at night, and hallucinated about it while on countless patrols in the arid mountains. I was the only one in my unit to genuinely smile those last few months.

          Through our constant correspondence in which we spoke of everything and anything yet rarely touched on the war, we came to the agreement that when I got back, we’d spend a whole day together, just us. It would be a brother-sister day, to celebrate, to see each other again, to welcome me back home, to just be alive. The thought of such a day sustained me through many a wearing time over there. Furthermore, we settled on going swimming in a lake within the mountains. We both knew the spot and had previously hiked past it a few times during various outings with friends and family. I made her promise to wear that orange-and-white bikini. “Don’t worry, you’ll get to see me in it ; ),” she wrote back.

           I quite literally shook with excitement when I read her reply.


          As I knocked on her door, I still hadn’t quite stopped quivering at the thought of a whole day with her. In another moment, the door opened and I could think no more.

“Brother!” she squeaked before practically running into my arms, jumping at the last second and wrapping her legs around me, clasping them together firmly just at the small of my back.

          We embraced tightly, my heart beating out of my chest, lost in the moment of our reunion. I felt her luscious, warm lips kiss my cheek, then she looked me in the eyes. I stared back at her, happy to be home, overjoyed to see my dear stepsister who’d saved my morale from hitting rock bottom over there.

          Without a word more, we kissed. There was no tongue, it was just a peck, but she held it a second too long. And in that second, I knew I couldn’t hold back my unbearable feelings for her. Before the day was out, I was determined to see just how mutual those feelings were.

          She pulled back and smiled at me, I felt my cock hardening rapidly and pressing up against her. Overwhelmed and a little embarrassed, I set her down gently. She took a step back, looked me over, up and down. She wet her lips, smiled at me, and looked me in the eyes, matching my gaze.

“Well, are we going?” she asked expectantly, eagerly almost.

“Uh, y-yes, uh we are,” I stuttered, trying to regain my composure.

           Going with my gut, I held out my hand, she took it, and together we walked to my jeep.


          The ride to the mountains was uneventful. It was a hot, humid day out, not a cloud in the sky, the brilliant blueness of the atmosphere almost blinding at times. She continued to hold my hand as we drove. She made point of putting on a pair of silver, almost metallic looking aviator sunglasses. An accessory, might I add, that I had mentioned in one of my letters as something that looked ravishing on “the right girl.” My jeep was an old clunker, a 1970s civilian version of the standard-issue military jeep. It had no roof or doors and was sky blue in color. About the only thing of value on it were its monstrous tires, a feature which necessitated me grabbing Lucy by the waist and hoisting her aboard. She enjoyed that I could tell, letting off an adorable giggle. No sooner was I seated did she take my hand again.

          Looking over at her, the window tossing her silky black hair, whipping her crop top, the heavy metal blasting, our hands tangled together upon her thigh, the brutal humidity of the day washed away, the fact that I was home wasn’t just hitting me hard, but the fact that I was with her. And with her amorous interest suspect, I had no reason to hold back.

          I drove as fast as I could and quite aggressively, eliciting a few more giggles from her. I was dying to know how the day would turn out. I could not stand to wait a second longer than necessary in the most literal sense.


          After we both jumped down from the jeep, she removed her sunglasses, came around to my side and hugged me, hard, resting her head on my chest, doubtlessly feeling its muscular composition.

“I’m so happy you’re back,” she cooed, sincere relief in her voice.

“I won’t leave again,” I muttered, mindlessly stroking her hair as she desperately clung to me.

          She looked up at me with her baby blue eyes, an almost pleading look about her. Delicately, she extricated herself from me and we exchanged warm smiles once again. I put an arm around her waist, running a finger or two over her pronounced hip bone again and again, and silently we made our way to the lake.

          Upon reaching the muddy bank of the mountain lake, we set a towel down. It was picturesque, a more serene setting you couldn’t have asked for. The birds were chirping, the smell of fresh grass was carried on the wind, the crisp mountain air filled our lungs, and the cool shade of the trees provided a welcome contrast to the unforgiving afternoon sun.

“It’s just like I remember it,” I murmured without thinking.

“Ready to swim?” Lucy inquired of me, a sparkle in her eyes, seemingly as eager as I was.

“I’m ready,” I answered, holding our eye contact.

          Without a word more she turned and began peeling herself out of her clothes, following her lead I turned and did the same. I had on a pair of green swim trunks that were the same shade of green as the beret all Royal Marines wore. Behind me I heard her unzip her jean shorts.

          As quickly as I could I changed and turned around to face her and there she stood, just like the picture she sent me, except a hundredfold better as she was real, in front of me, and perhaps desired me as terribly as I her. She even curled her right leg a little to assume the same pose she was holding in the photograph. She smiled at me, cocking her head in a “what do you think” fashion.

          Stunned by the fantasy of so many lonely, starved nights in Afghanistan coming to life, I couldn’t muster a word. I managed a step forward and that was it. It felt like I was having a heart attack and I noticed myself breathing hard, as though I was in the middle of a 30 kilometer ruck.

          She stepped forward as well, into my arms again, my hands finding the dimples on her back. She looked up at me, moved closer, and again, our lips met in perfect synchronicity. Again, it was held a second too long, sending a bolt of lightning through me. Now it could not be denied. The taste of her lips matched her demeanor, vibrant and sweet. Her lips rivaled peaches in terms of juicy succulence and they were so big they nearly engulfed mine. She pulled away nonchalantly and gave me a devilish smile.

“Let’s go,” she said softly, before turning and slowly walking into the lake, looking back over her shoulder at me. Gradually, the water inched up her pale, slender, birthmark-covered body. She held her eye contact with me till it was up to the middle of her back.

          Still recovering from our passionate kiss, I couldn’t even mutter an answer. I merely willed myself forward and followed after her, my body shaking visibly and badly, my mind scrambled. She wanted me, and I definitely wanted her, now I just had to press it home. I was always nervous around attractive women, Lucy included. Her reciprocation did a lot to mitigate that, but still my very being was going wild, mad at the prospect of having her.

          Lucy swam about lake effortlessly, her toned body parting the murky mountain water as if she were part-submarine. I swam around aimlessly, my mind racing about what I should do next. My heart was thumping so strongly by this point that it was making ripples in the water. I was busy trying to comprehend the whirlwind of events that had transpired since I picked her up just an hour earlier when I noticed her gliding towards me.

          With just her head above the water and a cheeky smile on her face, she approached me. Caught off guard, I made eye contact with her and addressed her first.

“Hey Lucy, the waters’ like bathwater today,” I stammered, my cock already stiffening at her close proximity.

          Wordlessly she latched on to me, wrapping her legs around me, and resting her head on my shoulder. I felt her legs clamp together behind my back.

“I missed you,” she whimpered.

          I tenderly stroked her hair, which was still dry, before putting my hands underneath her deliciously round ass, supporting her in the water.

“Well, I’m here now and I won’t be going away again,” I told her, lying as I knew the Marines could very well call me back for another tour, but wanting badly to make her feel safe and reassured.

          She lifted her head from my shoulder, we locked eyes, and kissed, full-on and passionately. Instantly, my stiff cock, already pressed up against her stomach, began throbbing, pulsating as more blood thundered into it. We held the kiss for a long second. She pulled back, uncurled herself from me, giggled once more and swam off towards the shore. I felt toyed with for a second, but only a second. The mere kiss had caused me to pre-cum a little from its sheer intensity. Watching her ass pop above the water as she stroked to shore, seeing the outline of her curves…it reinvigorated me, caused me to regain my self-possession. I was going to go for it.

          I pursued her to the shoreline and onto the bank. She stood on our towel, seemingly waiting for me. I trudged up to her and stood beside her, trying to conceal my uncontrollable shake.

“What’s the hurry?” she asked playfully, looking me up and down, the ever-present smile stretched across her face.

“I wanted another kiss from my dear stepsister who I missed sooo much,” I blurted out, not concealing it any longer.

          Before she could reply I took her into my arms and kissed her. She moaned in surprise for a second before her arms wrapped around me. My hands slid down her back as I went in for another kiss, this time with tongue, as much as I wanted. She responded as I hoped, rubbing her tongue against mine, our pace increasing, now fully locked in a passionate make-out. Her nails dug into my back, my hands cupped her perfect ass and squeezed hard. I’d wanted to do that for years, I pawed her over and over, pushing her into me, my cock blossoming into a wholly hard raging erection, pressing against her stomach, undeniable, beating as if it had a heart of its own.

“Brother…” she gasped as she broke away for just a second before our kissing recommenced, hotter and heavier than ever.

          I ground myself against her, rubbing my cock against her sheathed pussy and glass-smooth stomach. My hands went under her bikini bottom and embraced her pale, symmetrical ass. She whimpered in reply, her one hand on the back of my head, pushing my tongue further down her throat. Before long, her other hand began pulling down my swim trunks. Abruptly she broke away, knelt before me, pulled my trunks the rest of the way down in one clean jerk, and confronted with my manhood at its peak, gripped it with one hand whilst showcasing a sinister smile.

          Wasting no time, she took the length of it into her mouth, pressing it to the back of her throat, gagging on it, her precious blue eyes watering a tad. Her thick lips consumed my shaft, pressing on it with just enough pressure to drive me closer to orgasm every second they slid along my throbbing member. She worked herself up and down on it, stimulating my g-spot when she reached the tip with loving flicks of her pierced tongue. Hungrily, she moaned as she worked. She was an absolute expert at it, I had a hard time remaining standing. I’d never, never felt so helpless, so powerless, so dominated yet so absolutely thrilled at the same time in my whole life. My hands weakly gripped her head as my breaths came in hard rasps. It even sounded like it does in the movies, you know, that watery gurgling sound. I was going to cum any second, I couldn’t take it, couldn’t stand up to the tornado of gentle yet forceful tongue thrusts she was blanketing my manhood in. I caught myself involuntarily moaning as she pulled back and let my cock drape over her face, her tongue impishly jabbing at it.

“Lucy…….” I wheezed.

          She let go of me just before I was about to burst, seeming to detect the rapidly increasing pace of the blood pounding through my cock. Still on her knees, she grabbed my arms and pulled me down to her level. I welcomed the chance to sit, I was so destroyed from her intense oral gymnastics that I could barely have told you my first name. Smiling evilly, she pushed me onto my back.

“Brother….” she whispered again, locking eyes with me.

          I heard her making some movements down below as our stare-down continued, but thought nothing of it, instead concentrating deeply on restoring my breathing. She leaned over me and we kissed again, her tongue playing with mine. In another moment, I was overcome by the intensely pleasurable sensation of her lowering herself onto my engorged manhood. She was remarkably tight, but wet enough so that there was no resistance. She leaned back, finding the “sweet spot,” and was now sitting astride me, her ass pushing down, getting every last inch of my cock driven deep inside her. Down she slid till her cute bum touched my balls. She let off a moan and a pained expression danced across her features. After placing her hands on my chest, she dutifully began popping herself up and down on my cock.

          My hands instinctively gripped her ass, gently guiding her as she rode me at an increasingly hard and fast rate, quickly coating my cock with her cum.

“Oh, brother…” she moaned as she steadied herself, hands on the ground, and twerked her ass rapidly up and down on me, her eyes shut tight, lost in rapturous caverns of pleasure, lost in the moment.

          I held her by the hips, focused on plunging myself balls deep into her with every thrust. Unable to contain myself, I felt up her flawless stomach and pushed my hands underneath her bikini top, caressing her hard nipples. I pushed the bikini top up over her puffy tits, exposing them. They jiggled in time with her bouncing and reminded me of cupcakes with a cherry on top. I groped them madly, so many years, so many fantasies all coming to fruition in a matter of minutes, nothing in my life even held a candle to it.

          She sat back on my cock, pulled her bikini top over her head, and remained upright, her fingertips on my chest again. She started a down and out rhythm to her riding, slamming down on me at first before pushing her ass back in time. I couldn’t hold on much longer, though I wanted it to last forever. How I lasted as long as I did was something of a miracle.

          An overwhelming burst of pleasure hit me, the precursor to the inevitable, explosive orgasm. I gripped her ass, hard, my fingernails digging into it unconsciously. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I heard her moaning, now more like shrieking, increase in tempo. I caught her smile out of the corner of my upturned eye, she knew what she was doing, and what would come next.

          After pushing herself down on me extremely roughly a few more times, I lost it. My muscle-control and ability to think rationally went out the window. I was fucked into another dimension quite literally. I squeezed her ass till it bled in several miniscule pinpricks. She leaned over me, her erect nipples poking my chest, our hot, staccato breaths mingling as we tried to regain some control over our bodies. I had shot a huge load in her, the largest I’d ever seen, in porn or otherwise. It must have been akin to a regulation size golf ball, shot off in four or five warm, stringy bursts deep inside her. It felt endless, like I came for a minute solid, like it’d never end. Tears were in my eyes.

          The first thing I remember seeing was her smiling back at me, a self-satisfied smile, like she got what she wanted. She inched closer and kissed me, I feebly kissed her back, my hands massaging her hips. Moving her ass with expert precision she pushed my cock out and slid off to the side of me. She positioned her head on my shoulder and draped an arm and a leg over mine.

          I was still trying to catch my breath and re-orient myself in reality when I saw it. It was the most glorious and perfect sight ever seen by man. My dear stepsister’s shaved pussy was positively filled with my cum, stuffed with it, oozing with it. It resembled a pupil-less eye, staring right back at me, reaching into my soul. She lay against me quietly, her labored breaths rustling my chest hair, and made no attempt to clean herself. Overcome by the expulsion, my cock still dripping, I let my head drop back to the towel. With my one arm wrapped around her, I played my hand over her velvety black hair, across her cheek and to her mouth.

          Without missing a beat, she took my index finger into her mouth and began fellating it, sucking on it and working up and down on it as if it were my cock, making a sincere effort, not just doing it for show.

          I turned my head on its side, glancing for a half-second a line of my seed running across her thigh. The great homecoming fuck fantasy, shared by all soldiers in every war since time immemorial had come to fulfillment for me…and it had been with the girl, the woman, I’d wanted most of all…Lucy…my stepsister.

          I continued to rasp like a wounded animal as she pushed my index finger out of her mouth with her tongue and once extracted, gave the tip of it a little, loving kiss.

Possessed

Short Story

It was a Saturday and apparently the hottest summer day on record and I was thankful that Mandy who had skipped our shared apartment two months ago without paying her share of the rent and the electricity and the water bill and the internet connection and sneakily emptying the grocery kitty fund on top of the fridge; hadn’t for some reason taken the large free standing air conditioning unit. I had surmised it was too big to put in herpissy little two door car. Well hey I was a tad annoyed with her. She had just dropped out of Uni study for a guy, just like that. And here I was newly moved in with her only four months ago, with all the frickin bills. I assumed items like the TV, the fridge, the washing machine and the lounge came with the apartment, you know semi-furnished or Mandy hadn’t cared, caught in the glare of love and didn’t give a fuck about her white goods or would rudely turn up soon and demand them. Oh well I‘d deal with that when it happened. It was just too hot to think today.

Of course when some mail kept arriving from some company, addressed to her; initially I just piled them up inside the front door on the side table. Then I couldn’t give a stuff and just started throwing them away. Unopened and of course unread. Even though they were arriving marked urgent and the last envelope had some sort of default bullshit warning on it. Maybe it was her bloody car, they were after.

God it was hot. I put the air con fan on maximum, and even in a small front room it was struggling to make a difference. I thought maybe a cold shower was the go, so I striped off and got ready. I realised my body felt really good and cooler as I caught a waft from the fan. Mmm, this was the way go, my birthday suit and the air-con. I realised it was even better as I lifted and separated my sweaty boobs and opened my legs where even though I was nicely shaved; my flappy lipettes were tacked together. I was nicely enjoying myself; my body was aroused by the cool wafting air and I was starting to slowly play with myself. You know the soft, slow, alone, sensual arousal, working the secret spots that give the assured response back to you so easily. I was enjoying my alone and indulgent ‘in the buff’ state.

The knocking at the door was loud and intrusive, well I was naked and fondling my tits and fingering my girly zone in the lounge, in front of the fan. I scrambled around, looking for clothes, rather annoyed. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Then I thought if its Mandy, the bitch isn’t getting the air-conditioner today, no way. I went to my bedroom and grabbed my bath robe. Whoever it was, well I was going to look bathroom busy and give them short shift.

The banging was intense. Well it was close to thumping. I slid the security bolt back and released the deadlock. My face was suddenly full of a piece of paper thrust directly at it with some swift garbled obviously rehearsed script  sounding like a bailiff’s court order, ‘default payments’ and ‘repossession’ and then the door frame was occupied by three big guys. I mean big guys. Like all over six feet. Well at a petite five two, I was really looking up without heels. As a slim pixie featured brunette I was also taking in excess muscle and three terrific six packs. Wow was this more beef cake than I usually got to process in a month or months, and it was nicely close.

“Mandy Hodge, we are now going to enter your premise and remove all the default items” said the middle dude, the one with a cute man bun and a sculptured well cropped dark beard. But his eyes were piercing blue. He wasn’t really looking at me; he was already scanning for items behind me.

Where I got the gumption to put my hand across the door and say, “Now hold it, I’m not Ms Hodge”, well this would have worked but my bathrobe which wasn’t tied securely in my rush, swished open with my outstreched arm and well all the three guys got a close up free lingering glimpse of my shaved private region and my fulsome tits. Nothing of a tease here, I mean I had no undies on, they got to see me starkers, intimately nuddie, all my detail.

“Oh shit” I went crossing the ties back across the bathrobe securely at my waist and lifting the corner of the garment higher across my wayward titties.

Well at least that stopped the middle guy’s diatribe. Just what is it about even the smallest unexpected peek of a woman’s body that shuts males up? Well they had got more than a peek. I mean my tits were hanging out, close to their bodies, my girly region must have had that wet look still from where I had just been playing with it.

I started to speak again, and I realised I had a captive audience, and all eyes were on me and over me. I saw the guy on the left was a bit younger with brown eyes and the guy on the right, had serpent tats on both his exposed forearms. Well it was t-shirt weather.

“I’m Phoebe Ellison and I’m currently renegotiating the lease with the owner” I started. I was sweating with the outdoor heat, so were the guys.

“Oh all well and good lady” said the dude with the man bun, “but we are coming in, we are taking the goods hired in Ms Hodge’s name away, now” Oh he looked like he wanted in, you know, in me.

I stood my ground, blocking the door, “No” I said. “You can wait till I redress.” I loved the tease. I was stalling too, bugger them, I wanted the fan, needed the fan. But I was also thinking; I needed a guy and here were three.

“No, you look fine to me…besides I think you’ll try to lock us out” His big booted foot was now strategically placed in the doorway. He wanted in alright. But what was I going to do with the other two?

I tried a different tack, “What’s say I renegotiate with the creditors on Monday, give me a break, how the hell am I supposed to cope without the fridge, the washing machine and the friggin air conditioner, in this muggy heat,come on guys”

“A bit late for that “ started their spokesman, when the quiet one, yeah it’s always the quiet one you have to be really aware of, the younger guy with the brown eyes, whispered into their leaders ear.

The dude with the man bun nodded. He turned and spoke with his hand covering his mouth to the burly guy with the tattoos. This huge guy just rubbed his hand along his chin. Christ he was big. He looked too pleased.

“Oh you want till Monday, do you, well what do have as collateral, you know surety, payment, a guarantee….something for us?” said the man bun dude.

Yeah, suddenly, I had all of it covered I realised, without having any money in the apartment, and all I had to do was uncover myself, sexual collateral, I had it, surety, well I was hoping I could guarantee that the three of them would be more than satisfied. I had three holes to fill and I’d never taken on two, let alone three guys at once.You have to start somewhere, sometime, with building the numbers in sex, I told myself. And well on a super hot day to boot.

Well repossession of some trashy white goods wasn’t on their mind and staying cool in front of the air-conditioner wasn’t on my mind as I opened my bathrobe and let it flop to the carpet and let three guys take possession of my body. The temperature on my doorstep was thermomter breaking instantly.

It was a filthy free for all. A body ruckus. A fracas of invading hands and pressing bodies. As we all melded and moulded back into the apartment, with one of the dudes closing the door behind us. It was cooler for a brief moment. Then as their invading manipulating fingers and mouths dominated my body as their clothes all came off, the room was flesh over-heated. The air-conditioner was useless under this level of skin scrutiny. I was sexually roasted, as my pussy was accosted by the guy with the snake tattoos. He was squelching the juices in and out of my pussy, so quickly. The dude with the man bun had his face buried in my tits, licking and nibbling and sucking. But the surprise was that quiet young guy, who was fingering my arsehole, assuredly, certainly and arousingly, really dirtily the prick with two of his fingers.

I was sweat lathed and glazed so quickly. There were wads of spit all over my aroused breasts as the dude massaged my melons so exquisitely intensely. Close to rough but it felt good. Yeah I was in the possession of three bad boys who were going from dirty to filthy at an express pace. The young lad was licking out my back crack. Boy could he lick. I mean his tongue was treating my pucker like it was a dribbling ice-cream on a hot day. Spit and lick. Slurp and slosh, all so warm and sweet around my rim and in my inner sensitive rawness. He was a dirty, dirty boy, down there. The big hunk with the snake tattoos was also down on his knees, licking my pussy, which he had spread indecently wide, popping out my clitty, which was as hard as a small shiny pink jelly bean, and the bastard was alternating between giving me the licking out of the century and finger friggin my sopping demanding pussy at break neck speed.

Of course I ‘came’ hard. I did a rare small fem-ejaculation squirt as the cunning prick brought my G-spot into play. Oh God, I felt good, because at the same time my arse was a soggy, pappy, and slushy opening of maxed out additional delight. I didn’t know my back door could feel as good as my primary pleasure entrance. The young guys tongue reducing my arse to flesh capitulation under his amazing ministrations.  Yet at the same time my tits weren’t denied their dues. They were fondled and kneaded like warm bakers dough. My body was trashed but I loved it.

I mean I should have had enough already, it was one of the best orgasms of my young life, but the lads were barely started. Luckily they put me on the couch because I would have collapsed on the floor. Well maybe not so lucky. I had that moment of just what the hell had I got my body into. There were three cocks suddenly all looking for a slot in my body. One came down over my face from above, and filled my mouth, nearly gagging me, it was so big and being worked in and out, near tonsil deep. I held my nerve and got in a cock stroking rhythm with my mouth and lips. It was the guy with the tats, I realised as his hands tweaked my over sensitive nipples. But it was my body being raised under my butt, and a dick spearing straight into my surprised pussy that caught me in a delirium of pleasure. My mouth was full of cock and so was my cunt, at the same time. Pleasure shards were zapping through my body everywhere. And then my over aroused arse was being finger buggered and I whimpered and moaned between a cock being jacked and jagged in and out of my mouth.

They were all too powerful and strong for me, my muscles both contracted and relaxed in my arse and pussy, I was basically rag dolled as I was lifted and one guy was under me, the young dude and he took my arse, didn’t ask, just took my arse in a thrusting way, burying his cock deep in my innards, just like that. Taking my breath away, a wincing constriction mixed with unbelievable pleasure dominated me, as he pecker power pummelled my arsehole. The guy with the man bun was suddenly poised over my body and jack hammering his cock into my pussy. And the tat dude was cramming my mouth with cock, at the same time. I finally understood the Trinity. Yeah three in one was possible and not just as a theological belief. I was finally fully consummated as a woman. All available holes filled at once. A flesh banquet for all participating males present.

My arse contracted and blazed rawness simultaneously. My pussy was over indulged in pecker. My mouth was enjoying a gob smacking treat. Cock, cock, yes triple cock. My air-tight moment. Insane body intensity. Feeling male weight pressing into me. Locked between real hard boys bodies. Pinned by cock forcefulness, over, under and above me.

With this much schlong in play something had to give and it was in the end, all four of us. My gob hole was flooded with a jizz stream, delighting my mouth, delighting the big dudes cock as he wiped his pecker along my seeking tongue. But I got lost in the powerful contractions searing through my butt, as my arse was jerked into, in a sudden rapid series of jolts and then as the young man’s cock was released, a goo stream seeped warmly out of my so happy anus. I barely had time to enjoy that before I felt the throes of a womb deep orgasm as the leader of the team well creamed my pussy and I had another soul defining climax.

My body was in the complete possession of three guys cum. My mouth a sluice of congealing pearl drops. My arse squeezing out  a trail of clammy fluid, But it was my pussy that really copiously released naturally, in its still open filled state, globs of combined male and female body juices. A tacky cum chain on my fingers, that I made them all share.

We were all a frickin soaked sweat drenched mess following amazing rich intense sex on a day that was too hot for a pissy air-conditioner to keep under control. Nothing for it but to squeeze four in the shower. Which was either my mistake or more likely my taking possession of three guys and not letting them go. I was possessed by the need for multiple cocks. Believe you me; once you have been there, there is no going back. I had had three cocks and I was having them again. Oh I had a way I realised too, to keep the bailiff at bay and all my bodily openings happy. There was no way I was paying up on Monday. I couldn’t wait already as we headed for the shower, I was having these guys now and was anticipating their banging on my door again and getting an ongoing cum workout for every single part of my body.