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For as long as I can remember I have been classed as a tomboy for several different reasons. The two main reasons are the way that I dressed and that I looked like a boy. I don’t have the facial hair and deep voice of one but I do have that sort of face, short hair and that type of body, in other words I did not have any breasts to speak of. No boy used to look at me as if they wanted to date me, the only reason they were near me was because I acted like them and I was fun to hang around.

But that all changed when I turned 18 and realized that my body had changed to that of a woman and that I was a late, very late bloomer. When I checked myself in the mirror every morning I found to my shock that my breasts were getting bigger and I wondered how I was going to hide them from the boys that I hung out with. I noticed also that my face had gotten a little softer and looked more like a woman’s should be. I realized when I looked at my face that the haircut that I had was not enough any more and decided to let it grow out. As I let my hair grow out I noticed that I looked totally different- more feminine and all the boys that I hung out with noticed it too. The first real change that I noticed was that they did not play as roughly and they were more guarded with what they talked about which made me kind of sad in what I was losing by changing this way.

I also noticed one thing that was strange with all the guys; they kept on looked at me when they thought that I wasn’t looking and kept on checking out my body. I tried to hide my figure from them and wore the same clothes that I did but with the way that my body had developed it was proving to be far more difficult than I realized. I wondered if I should stop hanging out with them now that I looked like a woman but I told myself that they were my friends and nothing would happen between us. I actually should have seen that what had happened with me had changed things and I could never change them back. I didn’t even realize the way I looked now had changed the way that every other male around me was thinking until the one day that I got on the bus.

When I got up that morning I decided to try something different and asked my sister if I could borrow a skirt of hers which she was shocked by. She let me borrow a skirt of hers which was fairly short and when I got dressed that morning I was fairly self conscious by the way that I looked as it was nothing like myself, how I usually dressed. I then joined my sister and as we walked to the bus stop I noticed everyone who was looking at me and couldn’t help but blush and smile, this was something very new to me and I could not help but wonder if I should change because of this.

I stood there and waited for the bus to come and I couldn’t help but notice the looks that I was getting from the guys and some of the girls around me. I did not want to look at them but some part of me did; I wanted to acknowledge what it was they were looking at. Just then the bus showed up and I was glad that it did, as I didn’t actually want to be there at that point in time, as the attention that I was getting was getting weird. As soon as I got onto the bus though I noticed two things- the first thing was that it was very crowded and it was full of kids from my school. I walked to near the middle of the bus but as soon as I did I knew that it was the wrong thing to do as I felt crushed in there and knew that it would remain like that until we all got to the school.

As I stood there and waited for the bus to take us all to school I wondered what was going to happen when I got there. Were all my friends going to still be weird around me because of the way that I looked now, especially with the way that I was dressed? I tried to answer that question but before I could come up with an answer I felt something brush against my ass. At first it shocked me and I wondered if someone was fondling me but then I realized that it must have been by accident because of how crushed we were in the bus but then I felt it again and knew that there was no way that this was a mistake, especially when the hand that touched me lingered there.

As I felt the person’s hand moving across my ass I knew that this was no accident- this person, whoever it was was touching my ass and he was doing it on purpose. The person’s hand began to slowly move over my ass before he lightly squeezed it. As he touched my ass I felt something growing within me and tried to deny it but try as I might what I could feel was something I did not want to. This mystery person who had obviously liked what he had seen when I got onto the bus and decided to make his move while we where trapped in there was starting to turn me on.

I tried to move away, to get away from this hand that was touching me and turning me on but try as I might I couldn’t and this person kept running his hand over my ass. Suddenly I felt this hand moving down to my ass, towards my thigh and I wondered what was going to happen but my unasked question was answered when I felt it move under my skirt. çanakkale escort I felt as this person’s fingers began to move slowly up my thigh towards my panties. As soon as I felt his fingers nearing my panties I felt instant panic and knew that I should move away but some part of me wanted me to stay and see what was going to happen.

The person’s hand moved further up and I suddenly felt those fingers touch my panties near my pussy. As if thinking by themselves my legs slowly opened up and I moved even closer to the hand, wanting it to touch my pussy. Just then the unknown person’s hand moved away as if he did not want to do this any more and he feared that he had been caught. He thought that I would tell someone what he was doing to me and moved his hand away completely which I surprised myself by not wanting to happen. I stood there for several long moments with my legs still slightly open and wondered if this person was going to start again or had I scared him off?

Just then I felt the person’s hand on my ass again and breathed a silent sigh of relief as I wanted that hand to stay there and I did not know why. But then I realized why and it stunned me- I wanted this hand to touch me- to make me wet and make me cum. I was so shocked by that thought that it almost made me fall to the floor and I had to grab hold of one of the straps so that I didn’t. As soon as I did the person must have thought that was a signal to start what he was doing again and he quickly moved his hand under my skirt and ran his fingers over my pussy, on top of my panties. I almost started moaning loudly when he did that but I stopped myself in time, as I knew f I did it would attract attention to me and I knew that was the last thing the person who was fondling me wanted.

Just then I felt the man’s hands move to the edge of my panties and I wanted him to reach under them and touch my pussy but some part of me knew that this was wrong and I wanted him to stop but as soon as I felt his fingers go under my panties to my bare pussy that part of me disappeared and I just wanted him to keep on touching me. Suddenly I felt him pull my panties aside and before I could ask myself why I felt his fingers running over my pussy again and I knew all he wanted was free access. Just then I felt that my pussy was starting to get wet and I wondered if it was because of what those fingers were doing to my pussy but then I realized that was exactly what the reason for it was.

Suddenly the person’s fingers found my clit and started to run his fingers over it and as soon as he did my knees went weak and I was lucky to be holding onto the strap or I would have fallen to the floor. This person’s fingers began to rub my clit and I wanted to badly to scream out over the sensations- to tell everyone what was happening to me but I knew that if I did everyone would know what was going on and both of us- the person behind me and myself would be thrown off the bus. Just then the person’s fingers moved down to my pussy and as he began to run his fingers over it and my clit the bus came to a sudden stop and his fingers went deep into my pussy and I wanted to scream out in pain.

Nobody had ever done that to me and I had never been that stretched open before. I stood there and wanted his fingers out of my pussy but he kept them in there but as if he knew that I was hurting did not move them for which I was very grateful. After a few seconds he began to slowly move them and instead of feeling the pain I felt extreme pleasure and I wanted this person’s fingers to keep moving around in my already dripping wet pussy forever. The pleasure his two fingers were giving me were intense and I never wanted it to stop- I actually shocked myself by listening to the inner voice that said please God let this bus never make it to school.

But it seems as soon as those thoughts entered my head the bus came to an almost screeching halt, which sent the person’s fingers deeper into my pussy, causing me to have a sharp intake of breath. I looked out the window and let out a sigh to see the school sitting out there and an even greater sigh when the person’s fingers slid out from inside my pussy. I then felt my panties being pulled back and my skirt being straightened and knew that we had to get off the bus to school. As soon as we moved to the entrance of the bus though one thought came to my mind- I wanted to try and see who had been fondling me on the bus. I knew that it would be hard to find out but I wanted to try and as we disembarked I stood there as if waiting for my sister and watched the face of every person to see if I could determine just who it was. I watched everyone as they got off the bus, trying to figure it out but as the bus began to empty I was no close to finding out who it was until I saw one of my friends coming out of the bus and look at me with a smile. I didn’t think that was unusual as he always smiled but when he saw me standing there his smile got wider and he brought one of his hands up to his mouth and licked it as if it turkiyeninmasasi.com were an ice cream cone.

As he slowly walked past me I found myself totally speechless and unable to bring a single thought into my head. I then turned my head to look at him walk into the school grounds and thought that it was impossible- he wouldn’t have done it to me, would he? I tried to laugh that thought off but then I realized that he was just a guy and I had turned into what he called a babe. I knew that if he had done it to me on the bus then my friendship was pretty much over but if he hadn’t then I would be destroying if for nothing. But how was I going to find out? I could not go and ask him if he had slid his fingers deep into my pussy- I knew I couldn’t. I let out a sigh and walked into the school grounds, wondering what else was going to happen to me today?

I walked slowly over to where my friends and I usually sat and was surprised to see Andrew, the one that I had seen getting off the bus sitting there alone. I debated with myself as to whether or not to sit there with him but when I saw him look at me and smile I knew that it would be rude not to and walked to where he sat, feeling a little uneasy. I sat down next to him, put my backpack down on the seat and looked at him while I tried to figure out how to ask him. “So, did you have a good bus ride here?” he asked me. My eyes widened and at first I didn’t know what to say but then the first thing that came into my head flew out of my mouth, “It was you? You did that to me?” “I did what to you?” he looked at me questioningly, “I just wanted to know if you had a good ride on the way here- being crammed in there like a sardine in a can.” I breathed out a deep sigh of relief and as soon as I did his eyebrows raised and I knew he wanted to know what happened. “Someone smacked me on the ass. I just thought it was you.” He surprisingly had an extremely serious look on his face and I wondered what had put it there. I looked at him and wondered why he had become so serious. “What’s wrong?” He looked at me for a second or two, not saying a word but then he smiled and said, “It’s nothing. I was just thinking of something else.” I looked straight at him, “You are getting weird Andrew. You know that.”

Andrew opened his mouth to answer but before he could Josh walked up to us and dropped his backpack down beside me, which caused me to jump. I looked up at him and opened my mouth to say something but before I could Josh said, “God, that bus was packed. No wonder you looked a little flustered when you got off it.” I blushed and looked at him but couldn’t say a word- I couldn’t tell them that someone had just had finger fucked me on the bus and had gotten me worked up. He just looked straight at me as if I was going crazy and I knew that if I told him what had happened two things would happen, he would either just laugh or he would tease me mercilessly which made me sit down and keep quiet. Andrew then looked at me and said, “What is wrong with you, have you not heard a thing that we said.” I looked at him, “Huh, what did you say?” Andrew shook his head, “Jeez, you are getting too weird Sarah, you know that don’t you.” “Sorry, I just had my mind on other things.” Josh moved close and sat down next to me, “What is wrong with you today?” “It is nothing. It is just that the bus ride was strange.” “Strange; how?” “It is nothing.” Andrew just looked at me as if I was going crazy or I had already done so and Josh looked as if he wanted to say something but he was keeping his mouth closed although I saw a grin on his face. I looked straight at him and wondered if he knew something but did not want to give it away but before I could ask him the bell went off and I looked at them then said that I would see them during the first break.

As soon as I walked away from them the only thing that I could think about was what had happened to me on the bus and how the man’s fingers had felt as they slid in and out of me, which sent a shiver up my spine. I walked slowly to my first class and for once was glad that it was gym as it meant that I would be able to get my mind off what had happened to me and how my pussy was still wet just thinking about it. The only thing I could think about as I walked was how I wanted nothing more than to feel something sliding in and out of my pussy and I wondered what was wrong with me as it was the first time that I had ever felt something like this. I felt as though I was on fire and the only thing that could put it out was for me to have an orgasm that allowed me to scream at the top of my lungs, letting everyone around me know what I was doing.

I entered the main building and as soon as I did I looked left and right down the hallway to try and find a place to hide, take my clothing off and masturbate. I knew that I was going mad by thinking this way but it was as if my mind was stuck below my waist, at my pussy which was screaming to be touched- screaming to have me or someone else slide something deep into it. I stopped and took a deep breath, trying to clear my head but it was as if my pussy was controlling me and I wondered if anyone in the hall around me was looking at me with the knowledge of what I was going about, could even smell the juices that were making my panties dripping wet.

I knew that I was being paranoid and that nobody knew what was going on with me but it made me move even faster to the gym. When I entered the locker room I was glad that it was empty as it gave me the chance to get changed in solitude, with nobody around to disturb me. I walked slowly to my locker and opened it, pulled out my gym clothes and dropped them to the bench and placed my bag in my locker. As soon as I placed my foot on the bench to take off my shoe however a smell assailed me and I knew what it was. The smell of my aroused pussy struck me like a hammer; making my senses go out of control and making my thoughts focus onto it again.

It made me want to do nothing more than take off my panties and masturbate so badly that it caused every other thought to be pushed aside. Just then I heard the locker room door open and it made me focus again which made me start to untie my shoelace although the smell of my pussy was strong in the air. I knew that I had to ignore it but it was so hard that it was making me feel as if I was going so slow that time itself had stopped. It was then that I noticed the presence of a person standing there looking at me and when I looked up I saw Carole standing there looking at me.

She pushed up her glasses and seemed to be focusing hard on something which made me wonder what it was until I remembered where I was and how I was standing which made me take my leg off the bench. She then looked at my face as if she just realized that I was there and the first thing that I noticed was the redness on her cheeks. I looked at her in shock and wondered if she had been looking at my legs or she could even smell me but before I even had a chance she turned quickly and walked away to her locker.

I shook my head and wondered how this day could get any weirder for me then proceeded to take off my shoes and t-shirt, leaving me standing there in my panties, skirt and bra. I then hooked my fingers into the elastic of my skirt and as slowly pulled it down, bending over as I did and as soon as I bent over it was as if a shock of cold air suddenly hit my wet panties, driving me insane. I wanted nothing more than to take them off and slide my fingers deep into my pussy but I knew that I could not or someone would wonder where I was and come to find me just to find me in this predicament and then I would be in serious trouble.

I stood up straight and grabbed my gym clothes then pulled them on and put my gym shoes on, throwing my other clothes into my locker and closing it. I turned and walked out of the locker room into the gym and as soon as I did I saw that everyone was already there and that they had been paired off. It was then that the gym teacher, Mr. Sinclair turned his head and looked at me, “Nice of you to finally join us Miss Jamieson, now if you would be so kind to join the rest of us I can tell you all what is going to happen. I have paired you all up for a reason and that reason is, oh god- is everyone going to be late this day.” As soon as I turned my head towards the locker room I was not at all surprised to see Carole as she walked into the gym and pushed her glasses up. “Now that you have joined us you can go and stand by Miss Jamieson as you are now her partner.” Everyone started to snicker at that which caused Mr. Sinclair to look at everyone, “Oh do shut up and let me finish. Seeming as it is a double lot of gym today and I have you lovely people for two hours I have decided that you are all going to have a little bit of fun. I have paired you all off into different teams so this is what is going to happen. You are going to leave this gym and go on a little run around the campus and surrounding area but this is the fun part to it and the reason I have paired you off which I think you can already guess to but I will tell you anyway. The object of this little run is to win of course but in order for you to finish both of you have to cross the line at the same time- does that not sound like fun?” Everyone groaned as soon as Mr. Sinclair finished and I knew that it was going to be hard for me to win this run but there was one thing I was glad of, it was going to take my focus away from my arousal. “Oh, one thing I forgot to mention. There is a little prize for the team who wins this race- the winning team will finish the gym class as soon as they have finished the race and they can do whatever they wish to do while the rest of you will have to finish the rest of the gym class, no matter how exhausted you are.” I knew that I wanted to finish this class as quickly as possible as that meant that I could do the one thing my body was screaming out for but it was then that Carole turned to me. “Do you want to finish this race first, do you want to win this race?” “Yes, I want to finish as quickly as possible, there is something I have to do.” “Okay, I will run as fast as I can but you have to promise me one thing. If we win then you have to do what I ask of you as soon as we are in the locker room, do you agree.”

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A Busy Day Pt. 01: An Oral Surprise

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Author’s Note:

Mistress Pepper and Sophie are “anonymized” versions of me and my slave-girl. The real me. All of my stories are (or should I say will be) my memories of a session with a sub. Thus, they are true stories. Only in this version details have been changed to protect the sub. I do live in Mobile about 10 months of the year (the remaining two I spend in Nizhny Novgorod, Russia, where my father is from and lives), and almost all of my subs live in Mobile or a bordering county. I’m originally from Baldwin County, next door to Mobile. I moved across the bay to attend USA. As is/did Mistress Pepper. But I’m not a blond. And you’ll most definitely have to guess at my bra size!

Remember, the names and such have been changed in this version to protect the slutty. Only Princess Lilly appears as herself. But she truly has no concept of shame.

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A Busy Day

Story

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Breakfast Time

Introduction:

In case this is the first of my stories you’ve read, there are a few things I’ve skipped over in this story since there are several other stories I’ve written about this same sub. I tend to write a story after almost all of my sessions with my toys. But I publish very few of them online.

My name is Pepper Rodgers. I’m a 19-year-old Domme, living downtown Mobile, Alabama. I have a decently well-stocked playroom in the second bedroom of my fourth-floor apartment (most of my neighbors are corporate types who aren’t always around, giving me a lot of privacy, even in the halls and elevators). I also have a decently stocked toybox. I prefer my toys to be older than I am, around 30-42 years old. I prefer men for myself, however not for my toybox. When it comes to toys, I find women and couples to be far more amusing. Single men tend to be needier, and often too clingy. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have a few of them in my toybox. I do. They just don’t have the same chances of getting there as couples and single women do.

I’m petite. Actually more “tiny” that petite. I’m 5′ 1.75″ and 91 pounds. I’m not bony, though, I’ve curvy, like a small-sized woman. I have blond hair down to my shoulders and blue eyes. Oh, and my chest is the only place I’m not small. I’m a 32-D, and I’m very pert. Which makes me popular with the boys.

I’m also slightly bisexual. I’m attracted to men, not women. I would never choose a female partner for even a date, let alone for sex. But I’m not opposed to masturbating with a female toy. Sophie happens to be my favorite sex toy to pleasure myself with. Her tongue has two big advantages over my vibrator: one, it’s very delicate and tender. Two, no matter how much I use it, its batteries never die at the worst possible moment! It’s better than fresh bunny batteries, it just keeps going until I want it to stop. And I don’t even have to hold it in place!

When I want sex I never use one of my toys. I never allow a toy touch, or even see, all of me. And I never bring a toy to my bedroom. Nor do I chose a woman. I pick a man, usually one I find in a club or cafe, or wherever. I flirt, dance dirty a little and if he meets my standards, I ask if he’s interested in a one-time-only, no-names-exchanged, hook-up. I’ve never been turned down.

I have a few standards for my hook-ups. I never pick a guy I know or even just see around. And I insist on a cock between 7 and 9″ long and 1.5″ across, plus or minus a small bit. I won’t touch a guy who isn’t circumcised, either. I hate the way the foreskin feels inside me. I want to feel that fat head. The dirty dancing gives me plenty of time to tease a guy hard and feel for myself what he’s got. It’s the only way not to be disappointed. Guys always lie about their equipment!

Sophie is my 19-year-old live-in slave-girl. She’s slightly petite at 5’4″ and 119 pounds. She’s pretty, too, with long honey-blond hair, green eyes, and a 34-B chest. Sophie is extremely devoted to me. So devoted, and so happy as my slave, that despite not being attracted to women, she’s a virgin with men. She serves and pleasures only me, and those I give her to. And while I use her, even with my male toys, I won’t allow any man to touch her pussy or penetrate her bottom. Those are mine. Only mine. I’ve owned her since she graduated high school, but I’ve known her longer. Since about two months after her 18th birthday, which was also about two months before she finished high school.

I have three BFFs, (Isabelle, Reagan, and Ellie) none of whom are into my little games. But all of whom occasionally creep into my stories. After all, they are my BFFs so they tend to be around. Luckily they’re not offended by anything they happen to see. They’re just not eager for me to put on a show on their account.

I also have a circle of five other women friends, all of whom are Dommes as well. Andrea (26), Janelle (35), Colette (39), Diane (43), and Olive (44). we usually get together every couple of weeks for coffee and a little chat about who’s doing what to whom lately. We sometimes share, or loan, erzurum escort our toys to each other, but not that often. Sometimes we do a favor for each other, such as providing something different for a toy. Mostly we do what girls do: we gossip.

I get all of my toys through networking. It’s almost always either one of the women in our circle who has a toy she doesn’t want and offers to point it at another who is interested. Or sometimes one of my toys tells someone, who tells someone, and so on until someone asks my toy to introduce someone to me. Rarely it’s someone I don’t play with, but who knows what I’m into, who asks me to meet someone.

An Oral Surprise

It’s going to be a busy day. Before I even left my breakfast table this morning, I’d gotten a text from my friend Olive asking for an “emergency” favor. She’d been planning to do it herself, but now she’s stuck dealing with a “sick” kid. I use quotes because she told me his stomach flu coincides miraculously with a school project he’s been dreading. Her son is 8. Of course, I agreed to see to the favor for her. Olive is a pretty good friend of mine, even if she is a generation older and we have little in common besides our dominance and sense of humor.

The toy is a 55-year-old attorney with a good reputation around town. He’s known as one of the good old boys. One of the attorneys who can usually get about anything done in the courthouse. Unless the other attorney is also one of the good old boys, then tradition requires compromise. Or, as is the case today, it’s a criminal matter and the defendant very unwisely demands his jury trial. The DA doesn’t lose many of those. And the judges tend to help the DA as much as they can. Oh, and judges can do pretty much whatever they want to. So victories are rare. But Jim is one of the lawyers who can (possibly) win one. Thus he’s one of the most expensive attorneys in town.

I don’t have time to get all the details from Olive. Few of them really matter anyway. I know Olive is a clerk with the circuit court here in Mobile, and she tells me that’s where Jim’s trial is going to be. I know that’s how she met him. I know that more than one of the denizens of our courthouse are her toys. But as far as I know, and I’d know, none of our judges are. Too bad, I could have fun with a judge. And there’s d be the added advantage of being virtually immune from losing a lawsuit. It’s called Southern Justice. Who you know is far more important than what you’ve done.

Olive tells me that the trial is for a man accused of arson and insurance fraud. He supposedly burned down an empty house on a lot he owned to clear the land for a new house. Then filed an insurance claim on the former building to reduce the cost of the new home he was going to build. Supposedly since he swears he didn’t do it and doesn’t know who did. I can just hear Olive winking as she tells me that. I think she only tells me the story because she knows I’ll ask. If the defendant was accused of crimes against women or children or was a sex offender, I wouldn’t be interested in helping out.

Oh, we’re not going to fix the trial or anything like that. About a year ago, Olive paid Jim a visit right before he started a big trial. She utterly humiliated him. He won his trial, and he hadn’t expected to have even a chance at it. That defendant was so obviously guilty. But he won. Since then, Jim has had a superstitious belief that he needs a good dose of humiliation before a jury trial. If he suffers enough at Olive’s hands before the trial, then he won’t have to suffer the humiliation of defeat at trial. He’s seven for seven in jury trials since then. Olive thinks, and I agree, that a quick visit before the trial frees Jim’s mind up and lets him focus more clearly on his case.

I only ask about Jim. What excites him and what doesn’t. What humiliates him. Olive fills me in and asks only that I let her know what I did with her toy afterward. Just in case he says something to her, she would prefer to appear omniscient. I can’t blame her for that.

Jim is married, and luckily for me doesn’t have any kids left at home. He shares his home with only his wife of 31 years. She, according to Olive, is a “reluctant” partner in what she calls his “escapades.” She will reluctantly, but willingly, watch. More reluctantly, and far less willing, she will allow herself to be used as a prop as long as she doesn’t have to do anything to anyone but Jim. And preferably if very little, or better yet, nothing is done to her. They also have a housekeeper who shows up at seven every morning. She’s been with them “forever” according to Olive.

I arrive a few minutes after seven. As always, Olive hadn’t told Jim what she’s planning for his before trial “motivational session.” She hasn’t even promised him that he’d get one. She does as I do for such things. Simply calls the toy and summons him to someplace immediately to administer his lesson, and expects that once summoned, the toy will sprint right over for his lesson. ghpops.com

I have Sophie, my live-in slave-girl, it tow this morning. She’s dressed for her classes, so she looks almost like a college girl in a very cute flower-print dress that hangs to just above her knees. It’s far more modest than what I prefer to dress her in, but I do have to worry about her college’s dress code. This dress just barely meets it. Of course, she’s wearing her collar. That never comes off. There’s a shiny brass padlock on it to make sure it doesn’t! Her collar is pastel green, made of very soft and plush leather, and fringed with a frilly white lace. I have a matching pastel green leash clipped to it now.

It’s Jim’s wife who answers the door. Then she immediately casts a very wary eye over me. I guess the leashed Sophie gave me away? She asks who I am. I don’t tell her. I just barge past her and let myself in, leading Sophie along. I tell her only that I am Olive’s friend and I am here to see “the utterly worthless maggot you call a husband.” She calls his name loudly and more or less flees to go find him. I guess she’s figured out what I’m here to see Jim about. And plans to vanish lest I decide her assistance is needed.

It takes close to a minute, but Jim comes out already dressed for his trial in a nice suit. Tie and all. He sees me, then hesitates for just a fraction of a second when he does. I’m not Olive, and he was expecting her. I’ve never met him, and he hasn’t a clue who I am. I know that Olive has asked our friend Colette to visit him once before. So he knows that she may send someone else to see to him. But Colette is a soccer mom Olive’s age. I just turned 20. And I look exactly like a college girl. Quite possibly because I’m on my way to my college classes? It shows on his face that he never imagined that any of Olive’s friends would be like me: young and pretty. He expected middle-aged women like Olive. Oops. Never assume anything!

“Come on, bitch.” I snap without raising my voice, “get your spineless snake’s butt over here before it’s over my knees.”

It’s enough to get his attention. He picks up his pace. He comes over and stops in front of me. He immediately drops to his knees, knees spread wide, sits back with his bottom over his heels, and puts his hands behind his back. He looks straight ahead, his eyes downcast. “Forgive me, Ma’am. My Mistress didn’t tell me to expect you, Ma’am.”

I snap my fingers and hold my hand out. “Silencer, slave.”

Sophie replies with a very humble “Yes, Mistress.” She’s my bag carrier, among other things. She reaches in the bag, an over-sized purse I’ve packed with my stuff and some toys for today, and comes out with the requested toy. She puts it in my hand gently.

The “silencer” is a toy I had made for me by some boys I know at a frat house. They’ll build just anything I want them to. And they’ll do as good of a job as any machine shop could. They don’t exactly charge me, either. I “pay” them with (usually) Shelbie. I leash Shelbie and take her over there where her body is my payment. She loves it as much as the frat boys do.

It started its life as a clamp off a pair of jumper cables. Its spring has been loosened up just a little so that it won’t be strong enough to injure anyone. Its teeth have been shortened to tiny, but sharp, nubs. And it’s bottom jaw has been forked to make room for the tendon under a tongue to slip into its new groove. Oh, and instead of red or black, it’s handle has been recovered in pastel green.

I use one hand to pinch the corners of Jim’s jaw hard, forcing his mouth to stretch wide open. I squeeze the clamp, opening its jaw. I move very slowly as I slide the clamp’s jaws along his teeth, slipping it into his mouth. “I didn’t give you permission to speak, bitch.” I scold him sternly, still not raising my voice. I slowly release my grip, letting the clamp close. At first, its jaws pinch his tongue. As it closes tighter, its little teeth start biting into his tongue.

Jim starts wincing hard. He groans a loud, and slightly girly-squeaking “UH-OW!” I see his eyes starting to get wet as it bites down.

I leave it there, it’s jaws biting on his so-tender tongue, its handle widening between his teeth to hold his mouth open too. I tap my foot impatiently, counting off about twenty seconds. And I watch as Jim fidgets slightly, grimacing hard, with the clamp on his tongue. “Now are you ready to behave your naughty little snake-butt, bitch?”

Jim very eagerly nods that he is.

“And you’ll speak only when I tell you what you want to say?”

Again, he very eagerly nods that he will.

I take the clamp from his tongue. Jim pants a quick, single, breath of relief. Then he closes his mouth with a very faint, muted, “ow” under his breath. He kneels and waits in silence.

I have about half an hour to get Jim out the door before he’s late for court and thus guaranteed to lose his case. It’s time enough for the quick lesson I’ve planned, one I hope is certain to remind his of his place in the world, but not a lot of time to play around. I’m counting on Olive to have taught him the finer points of behaving.

“I hear you have a big trial today, bitch,” I say tauntingly sweet. “Does the stupid criminal have any clue what filthy, worthless, snake he’s hired to lose his case for him?”

“No, Ma’am.” Jim answers.

“Well… I guess I’ll just have to motivate you to act like a shark, then…” I pretend that I’m thinking for a moment. “I think a good blow job will clear that disgusting brain of yours.” The instant I suggest a blow job, I see his eyes very quickly dart to Sophie and sweep over her body. The hint of a grin, one he’s trying hard to hide and not quite succeeding, creeps onto the corners of his mouth. It’s obvious what he’s thinking. He’s wondering what Sophie’s mouth will be like. If I will have her strip before getting on her knees so he can see the very pretty young woman nude too. He’s thinking what a rare treat it would be to not only get a blow job from an unknown woman but also not to end up divorced over it.

“Go get your wife. Tell her to come watch your blow job. And hurry, bitch, I hate to be kept waiting.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He says. He hops to his feet and walks off quickly to find his wife. I wait, imagining how uncomfortable he must be as he’s asking his wife to come watch another woman suck his cock. And how humiliating the asking must be for both of them. I doubt she wants to see it, too. It takes him about two minutes to come back.

His wife follows him into the room, a very unhappy look on her face. She takes a place across the room from us, leaning back against the wall with her arms folded over her chest as she glares at us. I can see the anger in her eyes as she looks to me. Jim returns to his place at my feet and kneels. This time he waits silently. When I tell him to speak, he says “I brought my wife to watch my blow job as you commanded, Ma’am.”

Jim’s wife is a slightly heavy-set woman who looks to be in her early 50’s. She’s around 5’6″, and I’d guess not quite 180 pounds. It’s enough to give a little plumpness to her look. As if maybe, in her youth, she was a strong, stocky-looking woman. She has short, gray hair, down to her shoulders, brown eyes, and an ample bosom. And right now, she has a very hard, stern look on her face.

“Does Judy suck your cock for you, bitch?” I ask him.

“Yes, Ma’am…”

“Often?”

“Oh, no, Ma’am.” He confesses.

“Do you like it when your cock gets sucked?”

“Oh, YES, Ma’am.”

“Stand and get naked, bitch.”

Jim is up to his feet quickly. He starts shedding his clothes quickly, as I told him to do. “Get naked” means for him to do just that. It doesn’t matter how the clothes come off, as long as they all come off quickly. Olive, and our other dominant friends, all use the same commands. It helps when we share toys and do favors for each other, like now. Jim already knows what to do when I give him a command. I don’t have to waste time, that we don’t have now, teaching him.

It takes him about a minute and a half. Then he’s standing there, fully naked. He’s decently tall, I’d guess around 5’10”, maybe a hair more, and well-built. I guess around 180 pounds. He has an oval face, with a sharp, angular jawline. His gray hair, buzz-cut short, still has tinges of its former black color. He has a short beard and mustache, all of which are neatly trimmed up. He has blue eyes. And he has a slightly long, fairly wide nose with slightly plump and rounded features to it.

He’s hairy. His body, at least the front of it, is covered by a medium-dense fur of short black hairs. Except along his chest at his shoulders where the hairs have grayed. Even the hairs on his pubes are short. Not trimmed, just short and straight which makes them look more sparse than they are.

His cock is what I’d describe as decent. Somewhat, modestly, above average in length. I’d guess he measures around 5 ¾”. Not especially thick, maybe about ¾” across. It’s circumcised, which I consider a plus. Not just because it lets me see its light purple head. But his shaft has a slight curve to it, up and to his left. It’s not much of a curve, but it is enough that it probably makes his shaft feel a little thicker than it truly is. For a vanilla woman, like his wife, I’d think she’d consider it a plus.

His cock is rock hard. It stands out straight from his pubes as if stretching out to reach me. I reach my hand out to his shaft. I tenderly run the tips of my fingers along the stiff length, starting at the base and working slowly up to its head. His cock twitches slightly as my fingers tease it. “Ooh…” I coo teasingly, “look, slave! Snakes do have dicks!”

Sophie giggles. She’s heard me call lawyers snakes and sharks. It’s not that I don’t like lawyers, I don’t like paying their bills. I especially don’t like that there’s no way to get by in business without paying one, except to go to law school.

I swirl my finger around the head of his cock. It gets me a good twitch that makes his cock jump a little. I tell Sophie to get out the handcuffs and cuff Jim. She locks his hands behind his back.

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“Hi,” the woman called as she walked toward me. “Can I help you?” she asked.

Shading my eyes from the glare of the sun on the water in the pool, I smiled and looked at her shapely body.

“I’m looking for Karen or Rick. The girls in the front office told me they were out here.”

The woman smiled, “I’m Karen and you are from the temp agency,” she knowingly said holding out her hand.

With a smile, I accepted her welcome and handshake. In the back of my mind, I wondering if the job I was applying for would allow me to have a dip in the pool.

“Yes I’m Secret,” I answered while following Karen’s tanned body to the nearest table with an umbrella where we sat down.

“Did the agency tell you what you would be doing? I shook my head. “I was just told to report to this address and ask for you or Rick.”

Karen nodded and looked at me with a slight smile. “Our request was a little different but the agency told us when we called that they had temps for any and all positions.”

Just then a shadow fell across the table and I looked up into the handsome face of a golden tanned God, with no shirt on. I smiled as my eyes caressed his wide rippled chest and zeroed in on his crotch where the huge bulge moved of its own accord.

“Rick this is Secrt. The agency sent her over. What do you think?” Karen asked.

His eyes undressed my body right there. My nipples hardened under his hot gaze. Moisture seeped between my lips. I inhaled trying to calm the sudden heat of arousal.

He smiled, “Why don’t we go inside kütahya escort and put on some tea,” he said.

Karen smiled and nodded gesturing for me to follow.

Once inside the below ground apartment, I placed my over night case on the couch and sat beside it. Karen closed the curtains to the glass sliding door then headed for the kitchen. Rick looked at me from the kitchen door as he quietly spoke with Karen. A moment later he approached and sat in front of me on the sturdy coffee table, reached out and gently grasped my breasts as if to weight them.

“Would you mind taking your shirt off?” he asked.

Aroused as I was by this man, I did not hesitate. With an up and over my head motion, my shirt was off. I laid it across my case.

“Those are nice,” he said. His eyes never moved from my chest. His fingers quickly released my bouncing beauties from their bondage then he leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth.

I moaned as his hot breath and tongue massaged the nipple to attention. His hand slid up my leg under my skirt to the wetness between my legs. His eyes smiled as I was wearing crotch-less panties.

As his fingers deftly massaged me, he gently pushed me back on the couch. With his free hand, he covered my eyes and I closed them in response. I felt a soft cloth blindfold tied into place. They tied my hands above my head. A kiss on my forehead and a whispered voice told me to relax, I would not be hurt.

I groaned under the seductive manipulation of fingers and tongue as they teased me. malatya escort Fingers plunged deep inside, drawing down the moisture lubricating the hot inside of my pleasure zone. My skirt jacked up around my waist, when they pulled my legs up and opened them wide.

The mouth busy on my nipples disappeared. A weight rocked me on the couch. I felt the head of a maleness touch me. It teased a moment then entered with a steady fluid motion filling my tightness. His basket of life giving fruit gently bounced against me as the steel hard rod worked back and forth inside me.

I could do nothing but let my lover plunge deep inside me. A deep groan brought a smile to my lips. I began to feel the heat rise deep inside of me, matching my partners need for explosion. “I am going to cum,” I said in a half moaning bouncing tone as the pounding increased in pace and depth.

“Oh yeah let it go,” I heard what I thought was Rick’s voice say from the general vicinity of my spread legs. I felt the hot hard rod inside begin to expand and pulse.

Several more deep plunges then the rod slammed into me deep and remained. It began to pulse and shoot it’s hot liquid deep inside my pleasure zone. Another deep moan and I was gone.

My body blew apart at the seams with an eruption that rivaled a volcano. I cried out as the pleasure wave washed over and through my body as my muscles pulsed around the rod that just filled me with liquid pleasure. I felt the wetness drain from me as my lover retreated from the hot, wet depths of my pleasure center.

A manisa escort moment later my legs were released, the weight on the couch disappeared and the bindings on my arms were released. I pulled the soft blindfold off and slowly opened my eyes.

Across the room, Rick stood totally naked, his rod stood straight up stiff, red tipped and dripping.

I looked at Karen, sitting a chair. Her face was wet with a light sheen of sweat. Her head rested on the chair back, eyes closed and her pert nipples stood out against the mound of her breast.

Like a brick to my forehead, I then realized the seductive torture I endured, came from the soft hands of Karen. Her maleness lay wasted limp across her leg.

“Do you mind that it was my wife that pleasured you?” Rick asked me.

I was shocked. “No,” I answered truthfully. “I am surprised that I was not told about this prior to my coming.”

“Would the preset knowledge of my wife’s secret kept you away from our pleasurable afternoon?” Rick asked.

After a moment of thought, I shook my head. “No I would have come anyway if just out of curiosity.”

Looking at Karen, I smiled. “Thank you,” I looked at the she-males body, which was beginning to recuperate from the work out.

Rick stood and approached the couch. “Well now,” he said stroking his leaking maleness, “as that is out of the way, may I have my turn at your hot liquid pleasure center?”

With a smile I leaned back and let him have his way with me. For the rest of that afternoon, I was the play toy for this unique married couple.

While resting between sexual play times, a radio played softly in the background. I listened to the announcer proclaim the day to be, “a fine summers day for what ever plans you have.”

With that, I fully agreed.

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Old Man Discovers… Ch. 43

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last sentence chapter 42-“I hope you didn’t do it for me”

“OH, hell no. Well maybe a little. The gut was beginning to become embarrassing and the chicken neck was a disgrace. I was surprised at my recovery time. It’s such a new me that I’d love to parade naked in front of the ex,” Fred say’s.

“Well, you can parade naked in front of me anytime,” I say.

Fred stands up twirl’s around, stops and runs his hands all over his body. Fondling his cock with one hand and pinching a nipple with the other he says, “There were several messages on my answering machine. None from you of course but at least four from Bud. He’s anxious for another get together.”

“Is that something you want?,” I said.

Fred sit on the couch next to me and after a minuet or so says, “It would be nice to have another cock in the mix and another ass pussy. He does love to suck and be fucked. Plus he really doesn’t require any reciprocation. He’s just a nice usable slut. Anyway, ordu escort just think about it and what ever your decision, we’ll go with that.”

“Okay, I’ll let you know. I’ve gotta get dressed and go in to the bank. I’ll be back in a while,” I said.

Fred gets up and starts dressing. Looking at me he says, “You know I can’t expect you to do surgically what I did. Because there isn’t an ounce of fat or sag on that 140 pound body of yours. Just please stay slim, trim and smooth for me and I’ll have everything I desire whether we include Bud or not.”

“Alright, I’ll check with you later,” I said.

“You better, because I’m cooking and you’re going to get steak, shrimp and your favorite lemon margarine pie,” Fred says.

A couple of hours later after going to the bank, showering and shaving, I head down to Fred’s. Since neither of us ever bother to knock, I slip in quietly hoping to catch him doing something naughty. No, such luck. rize escort He’s on the phone and waves me int a seat on the couch. I hear of course only his side of the conversation.

“Well, like I told you, I was out of town for two week and just got back A day or so ago. He’s around, you could have called him. I thought I gave you his number? Well that’s nice of you to say. I’ll have to speak with him and get back to you. Surprise, what kind of surprise? O.K., I’ll let you know. Talk to you later,” Fred hangs up the phone.

“That was, Bud. Do you want his side of the conversation? Said he had called me several times and no answer. He asked if you and I were still an item. Said he could only call me as he doesn’t have your number. Said he really enjoyed being with us and wants to do it again. He has a surprise for us but won’t say what it is. I told him I’d talk to you and get back to him. I don’t think there is any rush on this although he did seem sakarya escort rather anxious,” Fred says.

“I don’t have any problem with a session now and then with Bud. I know that’s something you’d like and that walk-in shower he has is f’ing mind blowing. You can bend over to give a blow job and get your ass pounded by one of those nozzle’s at the same time. Your right about him being a slut and I guess we could use a little variety now and then. So, lets think about a date and ponder what the surprise could be,” I said.

As Fred goes into the kitchen he says, “Sounds good to me, we can decide on a day/date while I fix dinner. Have a seat, a drink and let me watch you fondle that magnificent cock of yours. I’ll get busy and hope I can keep my hands and mouth off your delicious meat.”

“Really, fondle my cock? You know what that can lead to. Maybe we both should save our meat and loads for Bud. A couple of days with no action and we could satisfy his longing for the taste of the special love juice unless he wants it in his ass pussy,” I said.

“O.K., your right. Lets relax do dinner, a glass of wine and a fine cigar. Then you can spend the night and we’ll just cuddle.

To be continued..

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A Almost Perfect Awakening Ch. 05

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FOREWORD

The following chapter is part of a single novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery, and growth involving a small group of people. This story should read fairly well all alone, but…

By clicking on a blue Wm_Sexspear, you’ll be taken to my Profile; at the bottom of the page you’ll find a list of all the currently available chapters. THIS SHOULD MAKE IT EASY TO READ THEM ALL, IN SEQUENCE, WHICH IS HEARTILY SUGGESTED so the reader can follow the story line, character development, and catch the inside jokes.

Many of these chapters could go into several different Literotica story categories. Many chapters could go into either First Time, Erotic Couplings, Lesbian, OR Incest, for example. This novel has chapters in 17 different story categories, yet it is a single, integrated tale.

Specific example: in Chapter 1 there’s a small amount of male-male sex. Yet the sex comes about in reaction to female induced arousal. A number of ladies have said it turns them on to picture two guys, just like the idea of girl-girl sex is arousing to many males. Yet Chapter 1’s purpose is to supply important background regarding the heterosexual development of 2 young men, so I’d hope a straight, bi, or gay reader could relate to and enjoy that chapter.

Chapters 2~4 features voyeurism by two inexperienced young males and exhibitionism by a female, but also includes experimental lesbianism between sister’s. If you enjoy sex, there should be something [actually a lot of somethings] in it for almost everyone. LOL

Final example, Chapter 50 will be under Mind Control. Unlike many entries in this category, it fits in there because circumstances allow a female to have her every sexual whim acted out by 4 other people in a hopefully credible way.

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Chapter 5: Lynn See More Than Hay In The Hayloft

In case Jimmy was watching, Beth was determined to give him a show that was sure to keep him glued to the bathroom wall he was spying through. Beth was furious to think Jimmy might have caught her acting like a lesbian with her sister, but neither Beth or Lynn were especially gay, both girls adored cute boys.

True, Beth and her sister had played a little doctor as kids, acting upon their natural curiosity about sex. The sad fact was there hadn’t been any older boys within miles as they grew up. So they’d grown very close from being sisters, playmates, and confidants. Once they became old to enough to know about boys, they’d share everything about sex they’d hear or learn from any source.

They’d even practiced kissing and “getting to first base” a few times a couple years earlier. The sex erzurum escort play was fairly innocent stuff, only cupping of newly maturing breasts through each other’s bra and blouse. Merely a little touching of tongue tips rather than serious French kissing.

The strong excitement they’d felt was more from the thought of what they were doing than any physical stimulation. Yet shyness can be difficult to overcome; after getting themselves hot and bothered, both girls always found an excuse to go to their own rooms where they’d masturbate to relieve their hormone-induced tension.

Over the years they had often slept together in the same bed, like a mini-slumber party. Since real slumber parties were far and few in between in their large, rural county, their parents never objected, as long as they were fairly quiet and actually got some sleep.

The human condition being what it was, a couple years earlier they’d experimented with sleeping together nude, satisfing some deep need to be pressed against another soft, warm body. It felt normal, wonderful, and very re-assuring to the lonely teenaged girls. But it wasn’t overtly sexual.

Oddly enough the intimate relationship which eventually evolved for Beth and Lynn probably began because of Fred.

One afternoon Fred Bonds had come over to buy a pickup load of hay. Throwing bales from the barn’s second story through a hatchway into the back of the truck had made Fred sweaty. Taking a short break, he opened a second hinged loading door for more light and to get some fresh air into the dusty loft. Below him, Beth was training a horse in the ring. As usual, she was wearing tight fitting jeans and a tank top. When working around tack that could catch on flapping material, Beth never wore anything loose.

Fred wasn’t anything special to look at, just an average guy, though in fairness he was strong as a bull. Nor was he the brightest bulb in the marquee, but like everyone else, Fred needed a love life. There weren’t many young black girls in the county to begin with, and those few available didn’t pay much attention to Fred. He was a hard-working nice-guy, but simply not a chick magnet. So like many of us, Fred walked around lonely, a bit shy, and under-appreciated.

If the local girls had known his body was nothing but rippling muscles, they might have paid him more attention. But young girls were quick to judge. Girls his age weren’t stopping to think what tossing 100 lb. bales and bags all day does to a young man’s physique. Nor would they talk to him long enough to discover he could be good company if given a chance.

Seeing beautiful Beth and being able to leisurely stare at her sexy young body was a rare treat for the teenaged farm boy. Being a hard worker, Fred rarely got off the farm. He might not even see a female besides his Mama between church one bodrum escort Sunday and the next.

Certainly it wasn’t anything conscious, but his dick grew rock hard while watching Beth’s firm ass wiggle as she walked about. Fact was, Beth could raise the dead, few men wouldn’t have paused to appreciate her beauty. Being braless, her tits would bounce when she’d crack the training whip or trot around the ring beside her mare.

Giving in to his dick, Fred dropped his trousers and began to hurriedly masturbate before this unique opportunity to jerk off while covertly watching a sexy girl passed. Sunlight gleamed off Beth’s hair; he could almost smell how fresh she must be after a shower. For nearly half a minute her tits wiggled steadily as she waggled the training whip above her head to hold the horse’s attention.

Obviously, her nipples were responding to the friction of rubbing within the tank top, they were so prominent they cast little shadows. God, she was amazing to look at. After a mere couple minutes of the Beth show, Fred was horny beyond imagining.

Fred came, his sperm shot repeatedly onto the barn wall. His knees buckled from the pleasure he felt as a dozen bolts of semen crashed into the gray, aged oak siding. Down below, Beth didn’t know how much he wanted that sperm to be flooding into her warm, fertile body.

However, Lynn knew. She’d gone to the barn just to make sure Fred hadn’t broken a leg slipping between bales, or some such since he’d been in the barn for what seemed to her to be a long time.

A series of the 2″ x 4″‘s nailed to a wall served a ladder rungs for climbing up to the hayloft. As Lynn had gotten to top of the ladder, she froze. There was Fred, with his coveralls down. He had strong, hairy legs, a tight butt and a handful of chocolate-colored penis. With her eyes just barely above the floorboards, she watched, mesmerized, by the sight of her first human erection. She’d seen bulls and horses with their huge cocks, but this was a boy, even if it was only Fred.

Her mind began soaking up the details. How his balls swung in his scrotum, the color of his bulbous tip, the respectable length and breadth of his shaft, the shade and texture of his pubic hair, the veins and the way his skin bunched as he pumped himself. She liked the way his butt flexed as he drove into his hand.

Lynn’s body began reacting to the erotic scene before her. Her teenaged body wanted very much to be getting laid on a steady basis. Within seconds her panties were wet, within a minute her crotch was soaked. As her nipples became fully engorged with blood, they looked liked two fingers trying to push through her T-shirt.

Needing to hold onto the rungs tightly to keep from falling, Lynn couldn’t slip her hand into her pants as her brain demanded. So she simply froze in place, staring, unable to move. eskişehir escort A new sound from Fred shook Lynn out of her reverie. Preceded by a deep, shuddering exhale, Fred’s penis began jumping, then thick, easily seen strands of sperm began to erupt from the now deep purple tip.

Lynn became so aroused she almost fainted, but she managed to hold on. Finally Fred let go of his dick, maybe to steady himself. His semi-erect penis dangled and dripped. Fred gave a shudder; his hand pumped his cock several more times, a modest stream of fluid oozed out of it.

Fear of discovery, plus lack of strength, dictated it was time for Lynn to climb back down to the main floor. Being turned on to such an extreme that her body was quivering, Lynn made a beeline to her room to masturbate. But fate can be cruel. As she flew into the house, her Mother snagged her to help pick a slew of veggies in the garden “that had to be picked right now or the bugs will get them.”

Lynn begged to join her later, pleaded, but her Mom wouldn’t let her out of her sight “cause you’ll disappear, and I won’t see you until it’s too late and we have a garden full of fat bugs…”

In a sane world a person should be able to explain to another “Hey, I’ve just seen the sexiest thing ever and I desperately need to have an orgasm before my head explodes.” But this is not a sane world, and we generally can’t talk about sex. So a near terminally horny Lynn ended up in the family garden for hours.

The time spent in the garden did little to lessen Lynn’s sexual tension. The string beans reminded her of little penises, the cucumbers of fat cocks… Anyway, you get the idea, she couldn’t get sex out of her head, or the dampness out of her panties.

At last the ‘harvest’ was picked, but no sooner had Lynn escaped her Mom, than Beth attached herself to Lynn’s hip. The fever pitch had subsided somewhat, but not enough that Lynn still wasn’t dying to be alone.

Soon it was time for dinner. Lynn shot to her room after eating, but Beth was right behind her. Lynn loved Beth, she didn’t want to hurt her, but she was desperate to be left alone so she could get a hand between her legs and re-live the events of the afternoon.

No matter what polite ploy Lynn tried to escape Beth, her sister simply made some dense reply.

L: “Isn’t time for your shower?”
B: “Oh, I already had my shower.”

L: “Don’t you have some homework to finish?”
B: “No, I don’t have any homework tonight.”

L: “Weren’t you dying to finish that book?”
B: “Oh, I finished my book last night, it was so good. Want to read it?”

Arrrgh. Worse still, Lynn had sworn on of a stack of Bible’s that Friday night, tonight, they’d sleep together and talk. SHIT!!!!

What Lynn didn’t know was that Beth was one of those special people to whom she could have said “Sis, I’m horny as hell and need to be alone for a while.”

It would’ve been OK. Beth would have gladly left Lynn alone so she could find her relief.

Fortunately, it turned out better this time that she didn’t.

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This saga continues with Chapter 6.

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A Show With A Difference

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Barbados, being an island in the Caribbean, is known for its varied musical and cultural festivals and it is at one of these many events that I met the person whom this story is about. The show had been hyped as ‘an event not to be missed’ and the massive crowds of people that turned up, despite the non-stop rain that was falling that day, must have believed that to be true.

I arrived early at the park where the show was being staged, armed with a flask of my favorite 12 year old scotch, a collapsible portable chair and a large umbrella, made my way through the security at the gate and found a spot with the best view of the stage I could find. Being a somewhat out of shape, middle-aged (34) desk jockey, I set up my chair and umbrella and sat and waited for the show to begin as others milled in.

As I waited, I took the opportunity to check out the local ‘talent’; shows like this one always seemed to attract hoards of very attractive twenty-something coeds and this event was no different. With crowds of people still filing in the show began and pretty soon I gave up my chair, deciding instead to join the crowd moving in unison to the blaring music.

Half way through the show the rain began to come down much heavier and the crown immediately turned into a sea of umbrellas that seemed to be moving to the music with a life of their own. After pulling out my own umbrella I noticed two very attractive and very young women standing not too far from me without umbrellas trying to shelter from the rain and I could tell that they were determined to have a good time despite the fact that the rain was now pouring down. They both had incredible bodies and had both dressed extremely provocatively; one in particular had on a very short and very tight skirt with a shirt with way too many buttons undone down the front showing her incredibly perky cleavage.

After a few more minutes of getting wet one of the two young women, (the one dressed in the short skirt and the bubbling over boobs), turned to me and asked if I minded them sharing my sinop escort umbrella, and I agreed. She seemed to be the bolder of the two young ladies and introduce herself as Katrina and asked if I was enjoying the show. That started up a conversation and all three of us were soon, passing around my flask and talking and joking around like we were all old friends.

As the show wore on and the flask of scotch began to grow emptier, Katrina and I got more and more relaxed around one another, dancing together and embracing every once and a while. By this time Katrina’s friend had wondered off somewhere with some man I saw her talking to before. Then the performers changed and the headliner for the show, a popular regional singer well known for producing what is called “lovers’ rock” reggae, started his set.

With this Katrina turned around and started dancing with her back to me, grinding herself against me to the music. The affect of the music and the alcohol along with the affect of a hot young woman rubbing her pear shaped butt on my loins caused me to throw my usual reserved behavior to the wind and return the favor by grinding my inevitable erection into her over-ripe backside. Katrina reacted by closing her eyes and leaning her entire body into me, as if she was trying to get even closer and I took this as encouragement and reached around her and roamed my hands all over her thighs and hips.

By this time the sun had gone down and the rain had stopped so the crowd had swelled again to its original packed state with hundreds of exuberant half drunk people all smashed together dancing to the very erotic and almost hypnotic reggae music. The fact that very few people could see what I was doing, (or even cared, for that matter), made me decide to get a little more daring; I bent my head and began planting small kisses on Katrina’s neck while slowly sliding my hands further and further up her thighs. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or if I accidentally stumbled across one of Katrina’s erogenous zones, but this seemed to sivas escort have an immensely arousing affect on her and she moaned deeply, closed her eyes and reached up and started running her fingers over my bald head encouraging to kiss lower.

Emboldened by her response, I work up the courage to go a step further; I slowly slide my hand over her hip and up towards her breasts, cupping them gently while I continued to kiss and lightly lick her ear lopes, fully expecting her to turn around and slap me full in the face at any moment. But Katrina again surprised me by covering my hands with hers and squeezing so that I was kneading her ample bosom and softly pinching her nipples.

Then, completely without warning, Katrina turns her head and french kisses me deeply and takes one of my hands and moves it under her skirt and places it squarely on her wet pussy. Katrina was not wearing any panties! Trying to ignore my disbelief at the fact that I am standing in the middle of a crowd of people out in the open with my hand on an incredibly sexy twenty-two year old’s pussy, I keep my cool and start to explore between her legs with my hand. After a little gentle fondling, I probe her now dripping wet cunt and use her juices to lubricate her engorged clit.

While I continue strumming her clit and groping her breast Katrina reaches between us and pulls down the zip of my jeans. Shoving her hands into my pants my shorts she quickly finds me rock hard dick and quickly grabs it and starts stroking it rhythmically to the music and our dancing. The incredible feeling of her hands jerking my stiff fuck rod makes me hump faster and double my efforts to make her cum.

At that instant Katrina seemed overcome by a sense of urgency and forcefully pulled me dick out of my jeans and quickly tip-toed and guided it under her skirt and between her legs. Sensing what she wanted I bent my knees to get the proper angle to poke her pussy lips with my dick head without drawing too much attention to ourselves. I used my hand that was already playing tekirdağ escort with her clit to help push my now throbbing, steel-hard cock upwards into her tight, slippery foop-hole. Slowly, inch by inch I buried my fat dick deeper into her, savoring every delicious sensation cause by her sweet punani. Katrina seem to be in a trance and was gyrating and grinding herself against my as I slowly filled her fuck hole up.

When I had my dick in her to the hilt, we both stood absolutely still, enjoying the feeling for a moment, and then, as if it was a well rehearsed choreographed move, we both began fuck-dancing at the same time, me grabbing a handful of her cunt with one hand and a handful of tit with the other and Katrina grinding and pushing back her butt into me and forcing my doggie deeper and deeper inside her, all the while keeping time with the music in unison with all the other around us.

Using my tight grasp on her crotch to leverage more dick into her, I started to grind myself harder against her, as if trying to merge our bodies themselves together. I soon began to feel Katrina’s legs tremble under my fucking abuse and I knew she was beginning an earth-shattering orgasm, as was I. Determined to come with her I gave up all attempts to keep time with the music and stated straight up fucking her, and fucking her hard.

This seemed to send Katrina over the edge and just at the performer’s on stage finished his last song and the crowd erupted in screams and thunderous applause Katrina also screamed, but for a very different reason. Feeling her pussy clench my dick as she came was more that enough to make me start to cum also and I embraced Katrina hard and buried my erupting dick deep in her for one last final stroke and spewed what felt like gallons of my seed into her.

The stage was now empty and people and begun to realize that there would be no more encores and were beginning to move away from the stage and we had to quickly compose ourselves; I hurriedly stuffed my now softening cock back into my jeans and Katrina was straightening her cloths while grinning mischievously at me. We exchanged numbers and another deep passionate kiss and then parted ways. I must have looked like the cat that ate the fucking Albatross as I left the park and walked back to my car.

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There was a knock on the door, and I got up to let in my best friend Tony and his dad, Mr. Harris, with a six pack in hand. We had a poker night almost every week with our friend Dave but he cancelled last minute. We usually play at Tony’s but I had invited everyone over because I just got my first solo apartment. I had a nice little set up and was finally living on my own and Tony was eager to see the place. I welcomed them in and showed them around. It wasn’t anything crazy, but it was a pretty big deal for me and Tony having only recently graduated college and started working real jobs.

“How was work this morning?” I asked Tony. He had an early start this morning because he had to drive out an hour to visit a client and the meeting started at 7. He had complained about it all week.

“It actually went really well and I think my boss was impressed.” We were both young in our career and eager to get off to a good start so it was good news. He looked pretty tired though. Knowing Tony, he probably didn’t go to bed any earlier than he normally would despite knowing he would have to be up at 6. I laughed, guessing how much sleep he got last night. Probably less than five hours.

Mr. Harris popped open a beer and offered me one. “Thanks!” I took it and showed them my living area and my nice entertainment set up. I had decided to buy the biggest tv I could find with my signing bonus and it was truly impressive.

“Dang, being single with money must be nice.” Mr. Harris took a seat with his beer and took in the view. I did, too. He made himself right at home and sat comfortably with his legs spread, showing off his ample crotch. I had a crush on Mr. Harris since I first met him. Tony moved in town freshman year and quickly became my best friend. We hung out every day back then and going to his house frequently, I had a good relationship with his whole family. I probably felt more comfortable at his house than my own. Mr. Harris was super friendly and always cracking jokes. His wife was gone a lot for work, so he worked from home. In the summers, we would hang out at Tony’s and his dad would check in on us every once in a while. For the longest time I just thought I liked being around Mr. Harris because he was nice and a good role model. But when I got older, I realized I was definitely bi and Mr. Harris was incredibly attractive to me. He was probably about six feet tall and had the build of most men his age. His once athletic, strong frame now carried an extra forty pounds but he was still very strong and could probably still beat me in basketball. Tony was his youngest of four kids so I would guess Mr. Harris was probably in his early fifties. His dark hair was mostly grey now and his clean shaven face was round and bright. Sometimes he would sit on the couch and work on his laptop while we watched tv and I would just stare while his gaze was locked on his screen.

After high school, Tony and I went to different colleges so I hadn’t seen them in a while. Tony and I stayed in touch and even met up a couple times during spring break. Then, my junior year of college, we both visited home during the summer break and Tony invited me over to play poker with his dad and our friend Dave. Tony said that his dad played all the time with friends but their mom didn’t want her kids playing until they were adults. And that’s how our little get together started. After college, Tony got a job at the same company his mom worked for and moved home. A few weeks later, I got a big time offer in Dallas near where we grew up, so I moved back home for a bit, too. Tony and I hung out all the time again and Tony started inviting me over for poker night almost every week. After a couple months living at home, I found this apartment and decided to go for it.

This was Tony’s first time over so when Dave said he couldn’t make it, we decided just to play anyway. Plus, his mom was out of town so Mr. Harris didn’t have any better plans. I showed them my entertainment set up and turned on ESPN for them to really be able to appreciate my new purchase. My apartment really wasn’t all that impressive except for my entertainment set up. I had my xbox, my brand new tv, an unrivaled movie collection and a pretty nice speaker system. We watched the basketball game for a little bit and I checked out Mr. Harris on my couch. He was mesmerized by the game and the quality of the picture and I was captured by his stocky frame, thick thighs, and the pouch between them. I wished I could somehow sneak a photo of him exactly how he was sitting.

“Should we start?” I asked and I took a seat at my nearby poker table.

Tony sprang up and his dad followed and we all took a seat and I started shuffling. I always loved Texas Hold Em and in college I learned how to rig the deal. My roommate was really good at it and taught me how. I had never actually used it before, because I didn’t like cheating and I was really more fascinated by the “magic trick” aspect of it. Plus, I bragged to Tony about it early on and even started teaching him how so we both agreed we wouldn’t try to use it in our games. ısparta escort

The games weren’t really about the money anyway. We would talk, drink beer and watch some sports in the background and winning money was just a bonus. We usually started with $40-50 but tonight Tony suggested we start with $100, probably because Dave wasn’t able to make it and the rest of us wouldn’t have an issue with it.

We played a dozen or so hands, joking, drinking and watching the game. I was out to an early lead and Tony, especially, was running low on funds. He seemed to be lacking focus and maybe even dozed off a bit.

After a while, Tony was getting noticeably tired and told us to play a few hands without him as he went to lie down on the couch. We knew that was the end of the night for Tony, as we both knew he was a deep sleeper. He would likely fall asleep quickly and that would be the end of his evening. Usually, Mr. Harris and I would end the game and head to bed ourselves, but it was still early and so I hoped he would still play a few more hands at least. He checked his watch and started to shuffle the cards and my heartbeat immediately upped the tempo. I didn’t know where the night would lead, but I had a plan starting to form.

I decided to play it cool and let the cards fall as they may as I was nervous that somehow Mr. Harris might catch on. But, I was also eager to start my plan because I didn’t know how much longer we would play now that Tony was fast asleep on the couch. The wagers were pretty small because I was careful to keep my lead until I had the chance to start rigging the deal. He won a couple hands as I quickly folded and as it came my turn to deal again, I set the plan in motion. I dealt myself a strong hand with a King and Queen, and also gave him an ace to entice him to stay in the round. But with the knowledge that the other three aces were intentionally buried in the bottom half of the deck, I knew he wouldn’t have a strong pair. I put in $10 after a weak flop, really hoping that I didn’t push it too far. After a good moment of contemplating, he raised and my heartbeat started another level higher. He was being aggressive, which is exactly what I wanted.

I gave my best poker face and made sure he thought it was a tough call. He only had $20 left and I wanted to take him all in. The next card was a second seven. Meaning we both had a pair on the table, and he had an ace to give him the edge. With the weak flop, he had the stronger hand. But I knew that the next card was a queen, so I needed to get him all in now. I bid another $10, hoping he would raise again – no point in coming this far and leaving just $10 if he thinks he’s going to win the hand. And he did. I shrugged and called, flipping over my cards. He showed his cards and smirked knowing that he held the advantage and would double his pot unless the last card was a queen or king. When I flipped the last card – the queen that I knew was coming – his countenance dropped as he slouched a bit in his chair and looked up to the ceiling.

“Dang. Kris is going to be mad. If I keep losing, she is going to try to make me quit playing poker.”

I was a bit confused because he didn’t lose all that often, but I sprang at the opportunity. “Well maybe you can still win it back,” I offered, eager to keep the night going.

“I don’t have any more cash.”

“Well, do you have anything else to bet?”

He was puzzled, but he was thinking. “I mean… in college I bet clothes, but there were girls at those games. I’m not really interested in playing strip poker with you, kid.”

“Neither am I, Mr. Harris.” I blatantly lied. “I’m not trying to win your clothes, but it’s still early and I just want to play poker.”

He wasn’t taking the bait, so I had another idea. “Or you could play with what Tony has left…” Tony didn’t have much left before he called it a night, but I knew Mr. Harris wouldn’t gamble with someone else’s money.

“No, no. I think I should just call it a night.”

I told him ok, but he could tell I was disappointed. Because I never had been more disappointed to finish a game than this. I was close.

“Alright, what the heck. You’re telling me you’ll let me try and get my money back and the only thing you could win is this old shirt and some socks?”

“I just want to play. I guess we could just use chips and not money if you want.”

“I don’t play poker for chips, kid.”

I already knew that, though. “Well, ok then. We can call it a night, or I can offer you the chance to win back $20 for your socks.”

His eyebrows raised. He bent over to remove his socks and set them on the table. It was his deal so he started shuffling and I put $20 in the middle. Lucky for him, my cards were bad. I would only be able to cheat every other turn, so I was going to have to be careful. He looked at his cards and checked. I didn’t want to bet with these cards either so I nodded and he turned over the flop.

“How much for my shirt, then?”

I thought about it. I had almost $300 in my pot from beating kastamonu escort Mr. Harris and mostly wiping out Tony, too. The money was the last thing on my mind so maybe I was too generous. “$40”

He started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his ample greying chest hair and full torso. I had only seen Mr. Harris shirtless one other time. Several years ago, we had a boat trip for Tony’s birthday. Mr. Harris drove the boat most of the time, but he took off his shirt to take a turn on the wakeboard, and I literally lost my breath. I tried to capture that image in my mind for many years until now. As he finished unbuttoning, he leaned forward to take it off and set it on the table. He was perfect. I was careful to only look when he wouldn’t notice, but I wanted to just stare for hours at his naked chest and belly.

Realizing I had to call his bet or fold, I looked at my cards again. I had nothing. I pushed my cards to the middle and started plotting my next move. It was my turn to deal.

“Hey!” I shouted as he peaked at my cards. He had never done that before, so I was surprised he did it.

“I just had to do it once. See what I’m up against,” he smirked.

The stakes were higher and I felt like he was peeking to really discern what my intentions were. He knew I had girlfriends, but it was probably a bizarre situation for a straight married man even though he had no idea I was bi. He gathered his winnings for the round – his clothes and my $20 – and I started shuffling the cards. I watched to see if he would put his clothes back on but he left the shirt and socks on the table, clearly indicating he was planning to use them again, if necessary, to win back some money. I was playing it cool, but inside I was an anxious mess. I was determined to capitalize on this chance.

I decided I was going to let him win again to try and galvanize him to win his money back. I finished shuffling and we started with a $5 ante. I dealt us both average hands, hoping that he wouldn’t bet too much on this round and my loss would be small. Everything went as planned and he won $20 more from me. He now had $40 and all his clothes and it was his turn to deal. He was feeling confident again despite me already having won all his money just ten minutes ago. I just had to survive this round and then I would be in control again.

He dealt the cards, giving me a queen and a ten, both hearts. I doubled the ante, bidding another $5 and he quickly called. He turned the flop revealing two more hearts. Things were going well for me. He bet the rest of his cash – $30. Crap. Now I had a decision to make. I was one heart away from a flush which would almost certainly take the hand. If I folded now, he would only have $50 still and the cards would be back in my control. But the curiousity of the hand always intrigued me. I always hated folding when there was a chance I could win, and it wasn’t about losing the hand and the money. It was just not knowing how it would have turned out. I almost called the bet, but finally decided not to squander this golden opportunity to chance. I folded and he grinned as he gathered up his winnings. He looked at his $50 and I stole glances at his bare chest – the grey hair that spotted his round pecs down to the lighter trails around his belly button. I ached with lust. I looked away, careful to not be caught staring, but all I could think of as I shuffled was how I wanted to run my hands through the hair on his chest and just feel his curves. I was going to make it happen.

I dealt myself a pair of eights and him a pair of kings. The great starting hand was going to give him the confidence to bet high. I was going to tease a straight possibility on the table but never give myself a straight. That would make him even more confident when the fifth card was turned and my straight was not completed. I was hoping he wouldn’t even consider me having a pair to match the harmless eight on the table with the straight looking like the more likely risk to his hand. After all, the odds of me beating his kings would be extremely unlikely if I wasn’t cheating. He was a good player, but I felt good about my plan. We each put our $5 ante in and he bet a modest raise of $20. I called the bet and flipped over the first three cards – a seven, eight and jack. He bet again, putting the rest of his cash on the table, along with his socks. I played my act and eventually called his bet, matching his $25 cash and $20 more for his socks. The next card was a two. If my plan worked he would be confident, and probably bet high. It was a lot easier to read people when you knew all the cards. He put his shirt in and asked “how much for my shorts?”

“$40?” It seemed low after offering $40 for his shirt, but that was $100 total for his clothes. Luckily, he didn’t fuss at the price and stood up just enough to slip his shorts off his legs and place them on the table. I caught a glimpse of his white briefs but he was mostly hiding his lower body behind the table. I couldn’t believe Mr. Harris sat directly in front of me with nothing on but his underwear, kayseri escort completely unaware that I was cheating and was about to win this hand. He was at my mercy and he didn’t even know it.

Careful not to seem too confident, I looked in his eyes as if I was searching for a tell. Really, I just took the moment to stare at his handsomely rugged face. Clean shaven, with neatly kept hair. His hair was receding slightly, but thick and gray – almost white down by the temples. I called his bet, placing $80 in the center in the now massive pot. I had $150 in the center, he had $50 and his socks, shirt and shorts. I only had $78 left. He seemed a little surprised I called his bet, so I started getting a little nervous. Mostly though, he seemed eager to win this massive deal. I flipped over the last card – a four. I hoped he was as confident as I planned. He checked, I imagine because he would be satisfied winning the pot as it is and didn’t want to take off his underwear just to win a little more. I didn’t know what to do. I decided it would be pretty forward of me to bet anything, so I checked as well. He flipped over his kings and I flipped over my pair of eights to complete my three of a kind. He was stunned.

I decided to make it a joke to keep the mood light. “Well,” I grimaced. “I guess you’re out of collateral. Should we wake up Tony?”

He chuckled, but was obviously not too happy. “Yeah right. We are not waking him up to find his dad half naked.”

I thought of what I could even say. “Well, I can take him home tomorrow morning.” I was mad at myself as soon as I said it because it was actually a reasonable idea. Mr. Harris could drive home right now in his underwear and no one would even know. But it was the first thing that came to my mind and I was trying really hard to convince him I was not turned on right now.

“I guess I could do that. You got a robe or something I could borrow?”

I chuckled. “People my age don’t really buy robes.”

“I just stole ’em from hotels.”

We both laughed and so I kept the joking mood going. “Plus, I’d get a kick watching you hobble through the parking lot half naked.” It was getting late, but it was the weekend and most people were probably still awake. “You could lay low here for a bit and then leave.” I thought about offering him a towel or something but I remembered I didn’t actually want him to leave.

“How about a deal?” He suggested. I’d never been more intrigued. He continued, “One more hand. If I win, I get all my clothes back. If you win, you get my last piece of pride.”

Surely he didn’t mean his underwear. I tried to look grossed out by the idea. “Really?” I asked, sounding confused instead of excited.

“Yeah, come on!”

“I don’t want your underwear, Mr. Harris,” I lied, addressing him formally to further insist I wasn’t interested in him.

“If I win, I go home with my clothes and some dignity. If I lose, you get to laugh as I run naked to my car praying no one sees me. It couldn’t be much worse than my current predicament.”

I thought about it. It was his turn to deal, so I would be leaving all of it to chance. Then again, it was either this gamble or the end of the evening, and there was no way I could pass this 50/50 chance at watching Mr. Harris pull down his underwear and stand in front of me completely naked.

“Ok.” I said as another plan started to form in my mind. “But if you lose, you can’t cover anything. You really have to just streak out of here. Hands at your side.”

“You bastard.” He laughed. “Fine,” he agreed as he shuffled the cards.

Did he know how to cheat? Was he onto me somehow? I tried to understand why he was willing to risk this. I concluded he just might be feeling whimsical. No one would know but us. I’m sure he knew I wouldn’t really talk about it. I don’t think I’d ever tell Tony I played strip poker with his dad, even if he believed it was all just a prank. I guess he knew that and was making one last bet.

He dealt the cards and I had a six and a seven. Not great, really. I had no idea what he had. “Should we show?” Normally when someone is all in, you show your cards and watch the cards unfold, but this was no typical hand.

“Sure,” he said, revealing a queen and an eight. I turned over my inferior hand and he prepared the flop. Eight. Nine. Ten.

I was stunned. I had a straight already and he was in trouble. “We don’t have to do this,” I insisted. I only said it cause I knew him enough to believe he would stick to his word.

“It’s alright. No going back now. Plus, I just need a jack and I’m saved!”

I was so shocked by my instant straight, that I hadn’t considered all the outcomes. He was right. One card and he was safe. I raised my eyebrows in interest and he flipped the turn – another nine. He had two pairs now, offering another avenue of hope. If he flipped and eight, nine or jack he would win the hand and his clothes. Other than my heart beating out of my chest, I was managing to play it cool. He flipped over the last card and in total dejection revealed a three. I won the hand. He had lost every last thing he had brought to my apartment this evening. I froze completely, not knowing how to react. So did he. I didn’t even look up from the last card, just sat staring at the three of diamonds, fighting every urge to look up.

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This is a long story (even for me) but the idea took hold and it just sort of wrote itself. It wouldn’t work if it were a word shorter. But I think it keeps up at a nice clip and I promise that if you give it the time it needs, you won’t be disappointed. It has some of the nastiest stuff I’ve ever written. And I mean that in the best possible way. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Selling My Soul

“Hey Larissa, I have a date tonight, would you mind walking my dog sometime before you go to sleep?” I hadn’t heard my roommate Wendy open the door but I heard her request. I jumped up in my seat a bit as I noticed her voice and quickly closed the browser on my computer sitting on my desk. I was pretty sure that my body was blocking the screen from her view and I was very thankful I hadn’t taken off my towel yet (I’d just gotten out of the shower). If Wendy realized that my plans for Friday night were, once again, sitting in my room and masturbating to illegally downloaded pornography, I was just going to die. I turned and looked at Wendy as she moved inside my bedroom door.

“Yeah, uh… I am not going anywhere. I can walk her,” I said and then realized that I had basically admitted that I was a loser and didn’t have any plans. So what was I worried about in the first place? Wendy caught sight of the mirror on the back side of my desk and walked over and looked at herself over my shoulder. I quietly closed the laptop so that she wouldn’t be able to glean my viewing habits. She quickly started playing with her hair and pouting her lips.

“I knew I could count on you!” she said and I winced. Good to know that my roommate felt that she could be certain her schedule was open on the weekend because I sure as Hell wouldn’t be doing anything. She seemed to notice my discomfort, “You are just such a good student you know. I already figured you would be home working tonight. Saturday seems to be more of your ‘fun’ day” she said generously. It was nice of her to say, even if it wasn’t true. I may have been socially awkward, but it wasn’t because I was a nerd. No, what Wendy didn’t realize was that her college roommate for the past two years (me) had flunked out of school two months ago. My grades had never been good and this year, I lost what little motivation I had. What good what it do to pass? I would just be miserable with a degree.

I just felt like I could never concentrate on anything, a problem I’d always had. My mom said I had my head in the clouds, dreaming about stuff I’d never get when I should be focused on the real goals I could achieve. I guess she was right. For three years of college I had dreamed about being a social darling on campus. Coming up with elaborate fantasies about how it would play out. However, my extreme social anxiety meant that I didn’t even know how to begin to fulfill that dream. I didn’t even really go up to talk to people if I could avoid it. Before I’d flunked out, I don’t think more than a handful of students even knew my name. And so, my silly dream meant I was too distracted to pass my classes, which was something I probably could have done if I’d applied myself.

I hadn’t told anyone that I’d flunked out of school yet (just kept cashing those checks from dad!). I’d just gotten a job at a used video store near campus and hoped that something would come my way to fix the problem before anyone found out. And about that job, I had just been fired earlier in the day for staring into space while teenagers stole DVDs and smashed them against the side of the building.

Oh and before I forget, Wendy wasn’t right about the other thing either: Saturday wasn’t my fun day. Tomorrow’s night’ agenda: the same thing as tonight. So my life was an absolute shit show.

“How do I look Larissa?” Wendy asked. That shook me out of my self-loathing for a moment and I turned and looked in the mirror.

It was already 8 o’clock and she was dressed to the nines for her date. She was wearing a trendy, tight black dress that perfectly slinked over her curvy hips and shapely thighs. She wore high heel shoes that lifted her firm butt and drew out the shape of her calves. Her big green eyes were accentuated perfectly with her careful application of eye shadow and her think pink lips glowed from lip gloss. Her hair was long, honey blonde, and meticulously straightened. All those strong colors popped on her milky white skin. Wendy was one of prettiest girls that I had ever seen. Her body was spectacular and her face was flawless.

“You look perfect,” I said and she beamed.

“You’re sweet,” she said, “But I wouldn’t say perfect, I mean I don’t look like you!” I smiled wanly. Wendy was always very nice like that, even if a little ham-handed. Always complimenting me on my looks because she knew I was sensitive about it. But sometimes it came off patronizing. She was clearly cuter than me. I looked at myself in the mirror now and saw what I always saw. A decent looking girl, nothing more. I had long midnight black hair that fell in loose curls down my back (my best feature) and large blue eyes. My eyelashes were shorter than Wendy’s tekirdağ escort and my nose was a little smaller (not that hers was big). I was shorter than her (she was a statuesque 5’9 and slim, while I was about 5’3 and skinny to the point of being scrawny). My skin was much darker than hers, like an olive color. I had nice legs I supposed.

Sometimes I would think that I actually looked pretty good, especially right after I got out of the shower feeling fresh like now. Sometimes when that happened, I would wonder why it was that she always had good looking men falling all over themselves to take her out on a date while I sat at home and played with myself. It didn’t make any sense. Why was it that she got to live my fantasies while I sat in my room feeling anxious and ashamed of myself? We weren’t that different.

Just at that moment, Wendy leaned over and to look at her lips and the difference between us pressed up against my left arm. Both of the differences. It would always take a moment and then I would realize: Wendy had perfectly shaped C-cup breasts that poured out of her dress. I looked down at my own chest, barely able to hold up my synched towel. I was 21 years old and I didn’t even have to wear a training bra. I looked like a 12-year old boy. Who wants to date someone like that? I know it sounds crazy, but I was positive that those two little bee stings were the root of all of my problems.

There was a honk of a car horn in the driveway of the house we rented and I knew that her date was here. Wendy appraised herself one last time in the mirror, “I really do appreciate you helping me out,” she said and then kissed my lightly on the cheek and rushed out the door. I could feel her kiss vibrating on my cheek. A kiss off, I guess. And then I was alone again on a Friday night with absolutely no prospects of that scenario ever changing.

I sat in my desk chair looking at myself in the mirror. For a moment the weight of my loneliness and self-criticism landed on my shoulder and I felt familiar tears start to well in the corners of my eye. And then, as usual, I dropped out of my actual life and imagined what it would be like if things were better. If I was more like Wendy and less like me. For a moment I thought about myself on a date, a simple little dream with dinner, a movie, maybe some coy glances and teasing jokes. It was my normal Friday night dream, I had it when the anxiety inevitably hit every Friday after I masturbated. And when I came down from that dream, I felt more miserable and alone than ever. I didn’t even feel like playing with myself anymore, so the night would be a total loss. If I sat here again, I was going to start crying again. I decided to call my best friend and hoped she would cheer me up.

“Come on Trixie,” I called, “Let’s take a walk.” The little fuzzball came bounding into the room. I pulled off my towel and quickly slipped on a pair of gym shorts and a white tank top. I didn’t even bother with a bra. I grabbed the leash and a few minutes later, my first date in 21 years and I were walking. Usually hairy women aren’t my type but you take what you can get.

I thought that maybe a little fresh air might improve my mood, after all I had been moping around the house since I’d been fired at 11 that morning. It was an early fall evening and already dark as Trixie and I made our way out. It was a little bit chilly and I wished that I’d brought something warmer. I resolved to go home as soon Trixie did her business. At least it was a nice place for a walk. I went, or had gone to I guess, a medium-sized public university in the mountains. There were lots of trees and Wendy and I lived on a nice quiet street in a good part of town.

As it was a Friday night there were many college students milling around. Freshmen in big groups moving around together because they hadn’t decided who they hated yet, stoners sitting on the grass and discussing the cosmos, nerds preparing for role-playing games in the student union, and more than everything else there were girls and guys my age heading to parties in ones and twos. Everyone just seemed so calm and happy; I didn’t understand how they lived in the same world as me. Part of me knew that all I had to do was act like them and I would fit in with them, but emotionally I just couldn’t do it. Instead, I made myself as small as humanly possible, kept my eyes on Trixie, and prayed that no one would notice me.

Finally, Trixie walked over to a nice spot next to a mail box and let loose. At least she was reliably quick when it came to this stuff. In a moment, we had turned and were heading back to the house. But we were no sooner headed in the right direction when an earsplitting crash boomed right over my head. My skin felt prickly and I actually hunched over. I had no idea what was going on. And then my questions were answer. In an instant it went from a clear, warm night to a torrential, freezing downpour.

The water fell in absolute sheets. Instantly the corners of the roads filled with water and started to climb up onto the sidewalk. trabzon escort Trixie was going nuts, jumping all over the place and barking her head off. Not knowing what to do, I put my hands over my head, but it was too little, too late. I was absolutely soaked.

After a moment of being completely frozen with surprise, I started to move back towards the house. I considered running, but I figured that I was already as wet as I could possibly be. I just crossed my arms in front of my chest and kept my head down. You know, my sort of normal position. Trixie tried to jump in all of the puddles as we moved, but I kept her on a short leash and we started to make our way home.

About two blocks from my place I saw two guys standing next to a fire hydrant and just acting like they didn’t notice the rain. I could see they were laughing and looking around. I didn’t want them to notice me (because I never wanted anyone to notice me) so I swung wide on the sidewalk to get around them. As I got closer, I could hear them talking.

“Seriously, I couldn’t have planned this any better if I tried!” One guy said and the other one laughed.

“Totally bro. I mean it is one thing to get a free wet t-shirt contest, but what are the odds that we’d be on the same street as the Delta Zeta house when it happened?”

“Especially when they are all wearing white shirts of some reason!” the first guy said. I followed their eyes and saw across the street there was a handful of sorority girls running around and laughing. They were wearing white and as they ran their large breasts bopped up and down on their chests. The dudes seemed to be mesmerized by them. I guess I was as well and despite my efforts to steer around the two dudes, I found myself brushing against one of them.

“Oh sorry,” I muttered.

“No problem buddy,” The guy said and I felt my face turn red. The other guy turned and looked at me.

“It’s a chick man,” the guy said. Then both guys turned and looked at me. They must’ve seen that I was also wearing a white shirt and their eyes instantly gravitated towards my breasts. I saw a familiar look of disappointment in their eyes and they quickly looked away.

“Yeah, no problem miss,” the guy said. ‘Miss’ being the least sexy possible thing for a frat boy type to call you. It was like I was his twelve year old sister’s best friend or something. I looked down at what they had been looking at. I saw my shirt wet and flat against my chest. I saw the small pink bumps of my nipples pushing through. And I saw nothing else. No bumps where my breasts should be. Maybe I could see my ribs along my side. I looked at the dudes and didn’t even blame them for looking at the girls all the way across the street. I pulled on Trixie’s leash and, as the rain started to relent ever so slightly, I walked as fast as I could to the house.

As soon as I was safely inside the door, all of the tension I had been holding in while I was outside burst out of me. The discomfort with being out on the street, the feeling that the eyes of others were on me and that they were laughing, and finally the humiliation of knowing that I was not sexually attractive to even the horniest, stupidest college students I could possibly walk by. I felt a scream building in my throat as I dropped Trixie’s leash and she bounded into the house to shake the water off of her fur in the kitchen.

“Fuck!” I screamed, “I would sell my fucking soul for a nice pair of tits!” I said and then let out something that sounded like a primal scream. And as my voice rang out in the hallway, I felt the tension slowly ebbing from my body. I heard the rain falling on the roof of the house and knew that I was inside for the night. Wendy would be out late and I would be a lone for a while. My face was still red from humiliation and I was hyperventilating a little from anxiety, but I felt a little better.

“Jesus, Larissa,” I said to myself, “Try to get a hold of yourself.” I shook my head and wondered what had come over me. I thought I was used to this stuff, was my anxiety getting worse? I shook off that feeling and moved into the kitchen to clean up after Trixie.

It took a while to clean up all of the water all over the kitchen, but it was nice, it kept my mind off of my troubles. When I was finished I realized that the whole place still smelled like wet dog. I looked up and saw Trixie staring at me intently. I smiled at her and then took her to the bathroom and gave her a bath. After she was cleaned and dried I changed my clothes and dried my hair. By the time all of that was finished, it was already pretty late (I mean like 11:00 or so) and I had successfully avoided feeling bad for myself for several hours. I decided that that was as good a sign as any that I should take the opportunity to go to sleep. I climbed into my bed.

Of course, the instant that I was no longer busy, all of my thoughts and concerns came back to me. I thought about Wendy and what she was doing. I wondered where those frat boys were. And I wondered where those big-titted sorority chicks were sivas escort at 11 on a weekend night. Unlike earlier, I didn’t feel the intense embarrassment of being a loser as no one was around to see me. I was just sad. Without even realizing it, I slipped into a relatively vivid day dream in which I went to a party and all of those people were there. And they were all trying to talk to me and get my opinion about their looks and their make-up or wanted to ask me out. And I was too busy to talk to any of them, so I just sort of soaked in all of their attention. It was just the sort of day-dream that usually let me into falling asleep. I felt my eyes starting to sting from fatigue and slowly started to drift away…

And suddenly there was a soul-rattling crash, about ten times louder than the crash of thunder that had struck while I was outside. My eyes flew open and I sat up quickly in my bed. My heart was beating like a hummingbird’s wings and I felt adrenaline rushing through my body. For a moment I was disoriented, especially by the fact that I could tell this was not thunder. The noise, despite its almost unfathomable depth, was definitely coming from my room.

I didn’t have much time to figure out where the noise was coming from. Just a few second after I sat up in my bed and I heard a terrible cracking noise and in a moment my room seemed to fill with smoke. But it wasn’t normal smoke, it smelled heavily of sulfur. I was trying to figure out what kind of fire was happening in my house, but even as I was thinking that I felt a glowing heat. I looked over to the right side of my bed where I felt it and I saw something that made my mouth drop open and, without conscious effort, I felt my head shaking left to right.

I could not believe what I was seeing. In the middle of the floor there was suddenly a gaping hole. It was belching that sulfur smoke and glowed orange and red. And the craziest thing was that I could see down into the hole, or at least partially. It seemed to go down forever, far past the point where I could see. And I was on the first floor of the house, there wasn’t even a basement! I couldn’t even string together two thoughts. My mind was just a scrambled mess and I just kept shaking my head. Suddenly the cracking noise stopped and the hole in my floor stopped growing. Now I could hear a different noise. Emanating out of the hole in my floor, along with the smoke and the glow I could suddenly hear terrible wailing, like a thousand people crying in agony all at once. My skin crawled and I wanted more than anything to get out of my bed, but I couldn’t move.

Suddenly, the glow stopped and my room was plunged into absolute darkness. The wails became louder and the smell of sulfur was thicker. Then, in an instant, the wailing stopped, the sulfur dropped out of the air, and the lights in my room burst back on in all their electric comfort. My eyes immediately flew back to the floor and I saw the hole was still there, darker and more ominous than before. I could still not see the bottom, but it no longer glowed. I wasn’t imagining this!

“Ahem!” a voice said and I jumped quickly in my bed. My eyes flew to the foot of the bed where the voice had come from. I’d been so intent on the floor that I hadn’t noticed someone in my room. Or I guess I should say, something.

The figure I saw at the foot of my bed was so strange and unexpected after my uneasy experience that I could barely believe what I was looking at. The voice was a woman’s voice. A very sexy woman’s voice, thick and breathy like an old-time movie star’s. And the creature that gave birth to the voice absolutely fit it. For the most part, the creature looked like a beautiful woman. She (I will refer to it as a she, what else can I do?) had incredibly long, straight black hair and large, ovular black eyes. Her nose was small and her teeth were incredibly white behind very thick black lips that looked like they’d been painted thickly (but attractively) with charcoal. Her face was fiercely lovely with angular features, dark brooding eyes, and sharp looking teeth. Her body was amazing. Her neck was long, elegant, and thin with thin, feminine arms. Her shoulders were slight, but athletic. Her breasts were covered with what looked like a black bikini top, and they sort of poured out the skimpy fabric. Her stomach was flat and her exposed midriff looked like an underwear model. Her hips flared deliciously and I could see the muscles of her hips underneath of a micro skirt. Her thin legs tapered down to small, delicate feet.

I know what you are thinking at this point: you are describing a hot chick, nothing particularly unbelievable about that, there are millions of them. That is true. But I left a couple of things off. First, her skin. It was red. I don’t mean like she was an Irish girl in Miami red, I mean she was RED red. Her skin was an even tone of ruby from head to toe. Except, as I stated, her lips which were black, as were her eyelids. I told you about her long black hair, what I didn’t say was that sticking up through the hair, above her temples, were to three inch horns, one on either side pointing slightly towards one another. And most disturbing of all was behind her. Swishing around behind her was a long, red tail that ended in a pointed arrowhead shape. In short, she was beautiful, but terrifying.

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My Dearest Jonathan;

As I lay here and reflect on my life, there are things in my past that I must confess to you. This cancer which has destroyed my body has luckily left my mind intact. I know that I do not have much time left, therefore I must write this letter before it is impossible for me to do so.

Do you remember when we first met? You were 12 years old, and such a shy, awkward little boy. I had fallen in love with your father, and we were engaged to be married. I was 24 at the time, your dad was significantly older than me at the age of 40. I felt so sorry for you, your parents both had successful careers and weren’t around much for you. You spent most of your time in the company of a nanny and the housekeeper. After your mother’s death in that terrible car crash, your father in his grief worked even harder and longer hours. I think deep down he loved you tremendously, but you were so much like your mother it was incredibly painful for him to spend time with you.

I’m sure you remember all the trouble I caused soon after your father and I were married. I decided to fire both your nanny and housekeeper and devote myself full time to caring for you. Your father wasn’t interested in having another baby, and that didn’t really matter to me. I had you to look after, anyways. I got you involved with social activities in school, and playing sports. As your dad continued to focus on his career, we became closer. I was the one who went to your football games, taught you to drive, and helped you pick out your flowers for your prom date. I loved every minute of the time we had together, and never regretted not having a career or another child.

The day of your graduation was one of the kırklareli escort proudest days of my life. I watched as you took the stage in front of your classmates to give your valedictorian speech with tears in my eyes. You had transformed from a shy little boy with no friends to a tall, strong young man with intelligence and kindness for everyone. All your teachers commented to me on how well you had done in school, and how you would go far in life.

That evening, we held your graduation party for family and friends. Your girlfriend was there, I’m sure you remember the argument you two had that evening. I knew you two were close but you hadn’t yet had sex, I had already had a frank discussion with you on the subject. You wanted to lose your virginity to her before you went off to college. However, since she had such a strict religious upbringing, she was against the idea. I was a little upset that she decided to break up with you at your graduation party, but you just shrugged your shoulders and said everything would be fine. The party was over around 10 pm and you decided to go to a friends house for a while. Since you had always been such a good kid, I had never really enforced any sort of curfew, just a rule to be quiet when returning home late at night. Your father always went to bed early, and would have been furious had he known how late you came home some evenings. After you left, I cleaned up and since it was so warm, decided to go swimming. Since no one else was there, I stripped off my clothes and dived into the pool nude.

I had tried to keep myself in shape as much as possible. At 30, I was still slim with full DD breasts, a tiny waist, and long curly red hair. I kept my hair long since I knew your father liked it so much. I swam a few laps in the pool, and then climbed out kirklareliescort.org and lay down on the lounge chair to relax. I hadn’t laid there very long before I had that feeling of being watched. Sitting up, I noticed you standing there watching me. The look on your face was one of lust and a little bit of curiosity too. I could tell you were aroused by the bulge in the front of your shorts. Seeing you standing there like that looking at me caused the moisture to pool between my thighs. I held out my had to you, and you walked over to me slowly. I looked up into your eyes, and gently lowered the fly of your shorts and undid the button. You gasped in shock as my hand wrapped around your stiff hard cock and drew it out into the warm night air. I slowly licked up and down, using my hand to stroke you as well. My other hand tickled your balls as I gave you your first blow job. Soon, your hands were in my hair, forcing me to take you deeper into my throat as you moaned my name softly. I could tell you were getting close to cumming, so I slowly withdrew you from my mouth, and lay back down on the lounge chair. You were on me in an instant, your mouth on mine and your hands full of my breasts, squeezing them gently. You pinched my nipples lightly and I moaned at the sensation, becoming even wetter. Slowly I reached down between our bodies, and guided your cock to the entrance of my dripping pussy. With one thrust of your hips, you buried yourself deep inside of me. We both moaned at the sensation, and slowly I began to move my hips beneath you, teaching you how to fuck a woman properly. Soon we developed a rhythm of our own, and you became more confident, thrusting harder and deeper into my pussy. I reached down between us and showed you how to play with my clit, and bring me closer to orgasm. When I came, I cried out softly into the night air, and felt my pussy muscles clench tightly around your hard cock. That was enough to send you over the edge and you came hard, crying out my name and filling me with your hot cum. You collapsed on me, breathing hard as I wrapped my arms around you. We both lay there in silence contemplating this new development in our relationship.

We continued to fuck at every opportunity we could over the summer, until it was time for you to go off to college. Our last time together was the day before you left. Your father, as usual was going away on business the next day, so he had went to bed early. We clung to each other with the passion and love that we felt for each other, knowing it was the last time we could be together. We had already discussed our situation, and decided that when you went to college our sexual relationship would end. I was, after all, your stepmother and you had your whole life ahead of you. The next morning, we packed your car for college, and I helped you get settled into your dorm. I drove away from you that day with tears rolling down my face and a heavy ache in my heart.

Nine months later, we had a new addition to the family. All your friends thought it was really cool that you had a baby sister while you were in college. Your father was surprised at first at the news that I was pregnant, but thrilled in the end. Emma was a beautiful baby when she was born, everyone commented on how she looked just like her big brother. I just smiled at them and said I thought she looked like her father.

Now my love, you know the truth about our relationship. I can go to my death with a clear conscious and a happy heart. I write you this letter because I think you deserve to know the truth. You have always cared for Emma, please continue to look after her as you always have. I will leave it up to you to decide if you wish her to know that you are her true father. I only hope that you can forgive my foolishness in not telling you sooner.

All my love,

Anna

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Today was the beginning of the rest of Sasha’s life. She just turned 18 the day before. She was an accomplished figure skater with Olympic dreams. Sasha was a very shy and innocent little blonde (4’9″)… but her whole world was about to change. If it was for the better is up to you to decide.

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After falling twice in her long program, Sasha went back to her dressing room thinking it was all over. Sasha began packing everything away. She knew it was all over and she didn’t want to stay there a second more then she had to. Winning the gold was what she trained her entire life for and now it seemed out of reach.

Just as she was finishing up, a judge from Germany came into her dressing room.

“Sasha, I’m sorry for bothering you but could I ask you for a small favor?” asked the judge kindly.

Albeit startled, Sasha responded innocently, “Sure… anything… but aren’t judges banned from interacting with the athletes?”

“There is someone I know that is a huge fan of yours… I was hoping you’d not mind signing something and not saying much about it?” said the judge.

“Sure… can you hold on for a second?… I have a pen in my bag.” Sasha said innocently.

As Sasha was bent over looking for the pen in her bag. The judge tried to resist and look away but his eyes reluctantly started exploring every inch of her VERY round, firm and plump 18 year old figure skater ass. For only being 18 years old and only 4’9″ her body was filled out extremely well and the fact that she worked out ALLOT, her body showed great definition from it and it was starting to drive the judge crazy.

The figure skating outfit she had on seemed like it was specifically crafted and shaped to fit every defined curve and contour of Sasha’s lusciously petite body.

“Found it… sorry to keep you waiting.” Sasha said as she turned around.

All of a sudden she noticed the German Judge grasping his large cock threw his pants.

“Hey what’s going on here!?!?” said a startled and quite shaken Sasha.

The VERY embarrassed judged tried to think of something quick and responded,

“What did you think I meant by Something I wanted you to sign?”

Sasha couldn’t help but look innocently nervous at his hard erect cock. After all she was a virgin with no sexual experience what so ever.

“I can make sure you get a high enough score to least medal you know.” The judge said.

“But that would be chea… ” and before Sasha finish her response the judge shoved his cock into her tiny mouth. Holding Sasha’s little head with both hands as he started bobbing her head up and down on his massive meat.

Sasha tried to resist but her subconscious took over and she started to suck his cock instinctually without even realizing it. Innocent diyarbakır escort Sasha’s tiny teen body had betrayed her!!

“Just pretend it’s a lollipop Sasha!” the judge said. Forcefully guiding her head down…

She was barely able to fit her tiny mouth over the mushroom tip, barely taking it in and sucking on the top of it like a lollipop.

He then shoved her head down on it forcing it into her mouth until almost his entire length was in her mouth and down her throat. Her neck started to bulge slightly and after gagging allot and getting a little confused after numerous tries Sasha looked up at him with pure, eager, lust. The Judge had broken the mind and will of poor little Sasha and now her subconscious flooded her with feelings and emotions she didn’t understand and had never experienced before.

Completely ignoring the fact that Sasha still had her figure skating outfit on the judge placed her on her back. Easing his hands between her petite smooth, athletically firm and thick legs slowly spreading them wide open. Slowly moving the piece of cloth covering her very tiny virgin pussy aside, he then started to explore.

Her pussy was bald and extremely smooth, much like he had expected her pussy to look like, even before seeing her. The lips of her pussy were thick like a bean and glistening light pinkish white, betraying her shameful arousal.

He started with her inner thighs, smiling at her as he massaged them, slowly making his approach towards her extremely tight figure skaters’ pussy. He could feel Sasha’s tiny body tense up, instinctually waiting for the moment of contact.

He moved slowly, deliberately. Part of this was a teasing tactic, the other part was his determination to give Sasha the same pleasure she had given him by watching her skate but what she didn’t know was that he was going to take her virginity even if she didn’t want him to. Every one of her extremely tight little love holes were going to be invaded whether she wanted it or not.

He slowly lowered his mouth onto her glistening tiny virgin pussy. He started to run his tongue all the way along it, then began to work at tasting her sweetness and evilly smiled as he knew he was the first to taste her sweet innocently young teen pussy honey. In a very fast and surprising move his tongue darted into her pussy moving in and out, back and forth, in circles, Sasha’s moans began to grow louder.

“Yes… yes… oh God… oh God… PLEASE stop PLEASE STOP!!… so good… more… please… uhhhhhh… yes… pllleaaasseee!!” moaned the tiny 18 year old Sasha unwillingly.

When he glanced up at her, He saw that she was lost in her own world of ecstasy, eyes clinched shut, riding the build-up to her very first climax and he knew that with diyarbakiranalatik.com her being so young and it being her first orgasm that it was going to rip threw her like a powerful destructive tornado. He began working faster, savoring all of her juices and working for more.

Noticing that she was just about to burst, he quickly stopped… purposefully halting and spoiling the orgasm.

“Sasha I don’t care how tight you are or how much this will hurt… I can’t take it anymore and I’m going to fuck the living shit out of you and I’m NOT going to be gentle about it. I want my cock in that extremely tight and tiny bean of yours.” the judge said sternly.

He then stood up… Lifting Sasha’s tiny body into the air and slammed it down on his cock. His cock being so hard it ripped threw the cloth of her Figure Skating outfit covering her dripping pussy. With Sasha being a virgin and her body being so petite and athletically toned, Sasha’s pussy was so tight that when the cock forcefully entered her the pain of it all made her pass out.

After noticing Sasha passed out just seconds after entering her he started “bounce fucking” her even harder jamming his cock into her bloody, honey glistening pussy. Her pussy griped his cock, fitting around it EXTREMELY tightly. As his massive cock rapidly forced its way in and out of Sasha’s very young tight and light pink virgin pussy, her small yet very perky breasts started slipping out of her Figure Skating outfit as her body was tossed up and down on his cock. He started mauling her perky little breasts, sucking on her petite pink nipples.

Feeling he was nearing his end… The judge propped Sasha’s worn out body up on her hands and knees as he pulled her left leg back. Tearing a hole in the back part of her Figure Skating outfit and started fucking her in the ass from behind in a “scorpion position “.

“Oh Gosh no… not my butt… pleeee… noooooooo… uhhhhhhh!!” Sasha begged breathlessly but the judge ignored her plea and snuck his swollen cock head into her plump little barely teen ass and slowly into her extremely tiny and tight virgin asshole using her own blood and juices as lubricant and fucking her with no mercy.

He rammed his entire length into her tiny little asshole in one thrust. Sasha started screaming and moaning in a mixture of pleasure and extreme pain as he starting pumping his meat in and out of her fabulous little ass.

“Oh, Goodyear, take it up the ass Sasha you tiny 18 year old Figure Skating whore.” the judge said.

It was so deep in her tiny ass that she could feel his cock in her tummy. Suddenly the German judge felt something wet hit his balls as he continued to fuck her ass in the “scorpion position”. He couldn’t believe it, after resisting so much and begging him not to invade her ass she was cumming just from his assfucking. This brought him close to climax. He pulled almost all the way out and then jammed it back into Sasha’s little ass.

“You tiny body has betrayed you Sasha. All of this milky cum coming from your tiny pussy means its enjoying this.” the judge said.

Feeling he was about to cum, he pulled out of her ass and forced it back into Sasha’s tiny thick pussy from behind. It felt so good in her tight little thick pussy and he didn’t want to stop fucking her. Sasha started to come very quickly this way, with the judge’s cock hitting her G-spot on every thrust.

Sasha unwillingly and uncontrollably started moaning and screaming passionately… The judge couldn’t believe how tight this little Figure Skater’s pussy still was after all of this.

“OH, OH, UHH,UUHHHHHHH, OH NO, OH GOSH NOOOOO, OH YEEEESSSSSSS!” Sasha screamed with what little voice and energy she had left.

The judge felt himself getting very close to his orgasm, but he didn’t care. All he wanted to do was shoot his hot load of cum deep inside tiny little Sasha. He grabbed her fine plump teen ass and thrust deep inside of her tiny thick pussy.

He could feel his orgasm approaching fast. Before He was about to cum Sasha started moaning wildly again. Multiple orgasms started ripping threw her tiny body. He all of a sudden and with no warning started exploding inside her.

Spurt after spurt of hot semen shot into Sasha’s tiny pussy and deep into her womb. . He had never before experienced such a strong and massive orgasm as this one and do to the power of the orgasm he blasted into her he knew it was going to get this tiny Figure Skater pregnant.

He then pulled out of her , turned her over on her back and crouched over her chest. He ripped the top of her Figure Skating outfit open fully exposing her luscious little tits. Placing his still hard cock between them and then forcing her small lusciously perky tits together and started fucking them. It didn’t take long for him to cum again shooting another massive load that literally covered tiny Sasha’s face completely with thick white semen.

With all the cum seeping from her cloth covered pussy it soaked the bottom half of her figure skaters outfit. Sasha was covered in cum and in NO shape to compete. She lay on the floor completely worn out and not even conscious as the judge cleaned himself up.

Surprisingly enough… Sasha barely made it out there and the judge kept his word on making sure she got her Gold medal regardless of her performance; which actually was not that good.

Sasha left the Olympic games pondering a lot of things… If it was worth getting her Olympic medal in such a dishonest way and letting the judge fuck her virginity away for the medal?

She felt very guilty about it because she started to like him fucking her… but didn’t want him to and her place in history or at least in her mind was tainted…

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