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He Changed Me

My friend’s dad was 26 years older than me at the time, I knew what I was doing, and I definitely wanted to do what we did so the age difference didn’t matter and neither did my age. I was 18 for a week and I was certainly old enough to make the proper choice for me; that choice was the following actions. The first thing that popped into my head when I saw my friend’s Dad jerking off was I knew his divorce was newly final and he probably had been really sexually frustrated. Guys do that stuff; masturbation is totally normal. I had been doing it for years. I was a teenager after all. Then, I noticed how extremely tone and muscular he was, which got my heart racing, and I was attracted to how he looked at me in that brief instant our eyes met as he continued to stroke himself. I had never really thought much about him before.
I never turned away. We just stared at each other for a few moments as he grasped his penis, massaging it gently. He said “come here” and without thinking I walked to him and stood there as he brushed his hand through my hair. I remember it just felt natural. Then, without much hesitation he took my hand and put in on his cock and I started to jerk it for him. He looked so hot with his dark, hairy chest. I just kept noticing every muscle from his forearm to his calves. I got hard instantly. After about a minute I did what my instincts told me to do. I got down on my knees and spent the next five minutes or so sucking his cock dry. There is no reason to say anything else here. It’s what I did.
He was so into me blowing him he pulled my hands away and just deep throat fucked my mouth and throat until he was ready to cum. I had never had a person do that before. It was hard to breath as he forced it in and out. It was so deep in my throat I kept choking. He told me repeatedly to “Just relax. Just relax. Open your throat. Open your throat. Don’t fight it. I will only fuck harder.” My eyes started to water. I know I liked it so I wasn’t crying. It just caught me off guard and it lasted like that for a couple of minutes. Finally, he pulled out and left the tip of his cock resting on my lower lips so he could watch himself cum down my throat. I remember he repeated four or five times, “Open your mouth wide, open it, open it, open it!”. When he squirted his warm cum inside my mouth he let out a deep groan first then this relaxing sigh, “Uuuuhhhhhhhggggggghhhhhh…aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” I remember at the point when he was climaxing he was more gentle, yet firm, whereas before he just pounded my face hard. He stroked my hair and after his groaning said, “It’s okay sweetie. Look into my eyes. Take it in. Take it in. Swallow slowly sweetie.” I had never had anyone cum so heavy before in my mouth. Saying he came a lot would be an understatement. It was certainly a big load to swallow. “Swallow, swallow it all,” he added as he tilted my head back somewhat and closed my mouth by pushing up on my chin and down on my head. He held my mouth closed firmly during the swallowing. He surprised me as I gulped his cum down because he said, “Daddy loves it when his boy swallows it all like a good son.” I felt awkward by the whole “Daddy and son thing” but I was unsure of what to do. I just continued on as the word “daddy” floated around in my mind. And yes, for all of you out there wondering, I gagged repeatedly. I distinctly remember looking into his eyes while I gagged and then saw him grinning. He loved it.
I had done it. I took it in and swallowed it all. I felt proud because I had satisfied such a mature man. After he was sure I gulped it all he squatted down on the floor close to me, kneeled over me and then kissed me passionately; our tongues danced. He began to rub my groin as our adventure had continued on the bathroom floor.
We flat out sucked face as he rubbed me off over my pants. Him kissing me and rubbing me got me off very quickly. I was turned on enough as it was from the blow job I gave him, aside from the whole Daddy/son thing which I was unsure about, so it only took about 30 seconds of the kissing and him rubbing me off for the next part to occur which made me feel more awkward than him referring to himself as my “Daddy” as I swallowed him. I started to squirm in my pants and moan. He knew what was happening right away and said “Are you going to come for Daddy?” (that was the more awkward part for me…obviously).
“Mmm hmmm,” I just kind of grunted. Then, he just pulled my shorts off.
“Tell me what you’re doing,” he said. “Tell me.”
“I’m about to come!” I said as I grabbed my cock and stroked it.
“Come for who?” he replied.
“I am almost there. I am coming for you!” I moaned.
He said, “You are not coming for me, you are coming for your Daddy. Now tell Daddy you are coming for me.” He was firm too in his command. I was nervous to say that but each time he said “Daddy” it seemed to get me more aroused. I think after a certain point I had realized I LOVED the Daddy talk and it wasn’t awkward at all. It was hot! I squeezed my cock so hard it must have been deep purple at the head of it and I jerked harder than I ever have before. Then…I did what he asked and when the orgasm hit it was like a rush I had never felt.
“I am coming for you…Daddy!” I exclaimed. “I am coming for my Daddy!”
“Come for Daddy…son, come for Daddy…son.”
“Daddy, Daddy!” I said as I came.
He grabbed the small cup that was on the bathroom counter and put it and the end of my penis to catch my cum as I jerked. He cupped his palms carefully so my cum didn’t shoot upward and it all went into the cup; he didn’t spill a drop that way. I wondered why he was doing that as I kept my eyes open and watched him gather my juice as I was squirting hard from my intense orgasm. One pulse after another I squirted into the cup until I finally laid back and relaxed. After I finished he said, “Open your mouth son.” As I laid on the floor with my mouth open I watched him bring the cup of my juice to my own mouth. He slowly poured in down my throat and…I actually drank all my own cum! I was so turned on! I even licked all my own juices off of his palms when I finished what was in the cup. I grabbed his hands and licked them and sucked on his fingers. We made out for another minute or so. He slipped his semi hard cock back into my mouth and told me to suck hard, which I did for about a minute, to “get all the juices out,” he said. I loved it. I wanted his cock hard and down my throat again. Then he got up and walked away leaving me there, half-naked, on the floor. He never looked back at me. The whole situation was about ten minutes of my life I will never forget. I still remember thinking that I wanted for him to have done more to me as he got further away and out of my sight.

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Enslaving Rico Part 6

Thank you for all the emails and suggestions. I really enjoyed reading them and by the looks of it, I can say that there is a Ben inside some of us. Please email me if you like my story, it keeps me motivated. Enjoy!

NEW GIRL AT SCHOOL

This story is about two schoolgirls, but the action does not take place on the school premises. It is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.

SHOP ASSISTANT SURPRISE

This is one of several stories with ‘Surprise’ in the title; their common theme is lesbians caught in an unexpected situation. To find the others, and the rest of my 100% all-girl lesbian stories, follow the author link above. The first part of this story was inspired by some hot pictures that I found on the internet, and you can see these in the album of pictures from recent stories on my profile page (you have to be logged in and to have made at least 10 posts yourself, in order to see the albums). However, the ‘customer’ in the pictures is Hispanic and I have made that character in the story an African-American woman. The pictures are not essential, and the story works perfectly well on its own – and it also goes on quite a bit beyond them. I must emphasise that the models in the pictures are NOT, repeat NOT, the people in the story, which is a fantasy and completely fictitious, with invented characters whose resemblance to any real persons is purely coincidental.

Mum took my cherry!

I was only 15 and I remember it well. Being an only child, Mum and I are close. Often we would sit together on the couch and just watch tv. I thought everyone was like this.
This night was just like that. Dad had gone out for the night so it was only Mum and I at home. Mum had changed into her nightie earlier as she wanted to be comfortable after a long day. It was coming to the end of winter and as we snuggled together watching some movie, Mum had her arm around me and was lightly stroking my hair. It felt nice. I have always been close to Mum, being an only child will do that. As such, I never wanted for affection and it all seemed perfectly natural.
As they do the movie eventually ended. Mum suggested I join her in bed and as it was cold I agreed. It’s been so long ago that I can no longer recall why I decided to join her that night. At that age I just wore my undies to bed so I did the same on this occasion. Mum kept her nightie on as well and joined me in the big queen size bed. As we spooned in the dim glow of the bedside light I was aware of my mother’s hot breath on my neck. Slowly she would playfully lick my ear lobe. I tingled all over, I still do and whilst my wife knows that I like this I have never told her why.
I could feel Mum’s erect nipples pressing against my naked back through the thinning material. My young teenage cock was at full attention and stretching the material of my underwear. My head was spinning and my heart was racing.
‘What do I do?’ I thought. ‘Do I just get out of bed before Mum discovers how aroused I am?’ Her nipples were all I could feel, those delicate nibs pressed firmly against me. It was wrong to have an erection for my mother yet I very much wanted for her to touch me. I could feel my heart pound in my chest with libidinous excitement. I moaned softly as Mum gently nibbled on my ear lobe.
At that fatuitous moment Mum stroked my thigh and accidently brushed against my adolescent erection. Mum would tell me later that she had been lost in her own pleasure of being close to me that she didn’t quite realise what affect her actions were having on me. It was just an extension of the natural affection between a mother and her only son.
I couldn’t take it anymore, this was so wrong and I knew it. That didn’t stop the lustful thoughts that made my cock hard with incestuous intent. Mum was beautiful; she had only just turned 40 a few months previously. Mum had deep brown hair with a slight curl. Mum has c cup breasts with pink nipples and when viewed together with her lush bush of dark pubic hair it would send my young adolescent hormones into a hive of frenzied activity. Perhaps I should have gone to my own room at that moment or perhaps Mum may have come to her senses and realised that to play with her teenage boy was against any standard of morality. Sometimes the desire to taste the most forbidden of all apples is too strong, too powerful to resist.
I’m not sure if Mum was going through the same moral quandary as I was, as her hand slowly slid beneath the waistband of my tented knickers. She grasped the base of my cock and slowly moved up. I could only moan with pleasure as Mum played with my most private of parts. I wanted Mum out of her nightie and as I tried to undress her she stopped what she was doing and disrobed. She then ripped away my undies and threw them off onto the floor.
“I’m happy you’re going to be my first, mum.”
“So am I Ben.”
Mum then climbed on top of me and slid my virgin cock inside her pussy. Our lips met and our tongues danced. With this being my first time, Mum knew I wasn’t going to last long so she rode my rock whilst looking deep into my eyes. At first it was a small shudder that rippled though my very being. I was shaking with excitement as I shot my virginal load inside my mother’s wanton pussy.
“Oh Mum” I whispered.
“Sshh honey it’s ok we don’t have to say anything now”
Mum simply held me as I regained myself. She kissed my face gently from time to time to show her love. I couldn’t think straight as wave after wave of euphoria swept over me.
“Wow!” was all I could breathlessly manage as Mum smiled at me.
“Did you enjoy that baby?”
“Oh Mum that was wonderful”
“For me too.”
“I love you Mum.”
“And I love you too Ben. Is there anything you want to talk about?”
“I don’t know…that was just…nice.”
She giggled at that and hugged me a little tighter.
We laid together and as my tongue played with her sweet nipples her hand returned to my stiffening manhood. I slid my hand down to mum’s hairy mound. It felt so warm and inviting as I slid one finger then two inside her. It was the first time I had done this to a woman and Mum helped me to identify her clit and how she liked it rubbed. Like all boys I had heard stories of the mystical g-spot. Mum took my hand and helped me touch it.
“Next time I will teach you how I want you to eat my pussy but for now I need you to fuck me,” Implored my mother breathlessly.
I was ready to go. I rolled on top of my mother into the good old fashioned missionary position. I thrust my hard cock into her silk lined furnace. Mum moaned slightly and wrapped her legs around me. She dug her fingernails into my back and dragged them upwards. This managed to turn me on even more. I thrusted harder and Mum moaned louder. I love the way Mum moans when she’s excited.
“Oh yes fuck me, fuck me hard… God yeah thats it fuck my pussy with your beautiful cock.”
I knew she was at the edge and I was too excited to stop my continuous pounding of her incestuous pussy.
“I want you to cum Mum.”
“Oh yes baby I’m nearly there. Just keep on fucking Mummy’s pussy.”
Mum came with a fury I had not expected. Her legs were wrapped around me so tightly that I could hardly breathe.
“You like fucking your mummy don’t you?”
“I do indeed.”
“I want you to come in my pussy again baby…. Mummy wants it…. Give it to me!”
Mum started to suck on my earlobe and I lost all control. I shook uncontrollably as I shot my second load inside her. We laid in each other’s arms kissing and touching. I took one of her breasts into my mouth and sucked gently.
“Wow Ben you learn quickly.”
“I have a great teacher.”
“I have so much more to teach you baby but I do think you should probably go off to your own room now as your father will probably home soon, even though I would much rather be with you.”
With that Mum walked me across the hall and tucked me into bed and kissed me good night.

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Camping Trip [1]

Maybe the first of a series? For all you people who just want to get-off, skip to the starred line, you sex-fiend.

King Dong

Kathy’s idea was to jerk her uncle’s shorts down at the family reunion and embarrass him. It didn’t occur to her that he might not be wearing underwear. So, when she yelled “GOTCHA!”, everyone looked and saw the secret no one had known. Uncle Bob was a monster! Well part of him was monstrous anyway. And Kathy wasn’t the only one to notice.

In Riley’s Arms: Part 1

Thank you to everyone who read and commented on my previous series. Sorry this one took so long to start getting up. School started and this got crazy! Again, there is a lot of build up, and there is no sex yet in this part. If that’s all that you’re looking for, save yourself some time and look elsewhere. Everyone else: enjoy!

Buffy Goes To Camp

Buffy Goes To Camp
by Lubrican
Buffy could hardly wait to get to acting camp. She’d gone every year since she was ten and she loved it. It was outdoors, which she liked because she was a city girl, but what she liked the most was that she had friends there she rarely got to see.
One of them was Megan, who was a special friend. They had learned to masturbate together at acting camp three years ago. They had been roommates that year and Megan taught her how wonderful it felt to stroke her little clitty and stick fingers and other things in her pussy.
Another was her summertime boyfriend, Jack. They lived too far apart to go steady all the time, but at camp they snuck away as much as they could do kiss and pet. Jack was the first boy to touch Buffy’s hot pussy, and slide his finger in it. That had happened just last year. Buffy didn’t want to get a reputation as a slut, so she didn’t let the boys she went to school with do things like that to her. When she went on dates she kissed passionately, and had even jacked a few boys off – something Jack had taught her last year – but she never let them touch anything except her full teen breasts.
That was usually enough for most boys. Her breasts were breathtaking. They were large and heavy, but didn’t sag even half an inch. They were topped with crinkley brown areolas and nice pencil sized nipples that got hard and long when boys played with them. One boy wanted to suck them, but she didn’t let him. She was saving that for Jack … this year.
Then there was Bob. He was a counselor at Acting Camp. He was a good acting coach, but mostly the girls liked him because he was handsome, and he always told the girls how beautiful they were, and what fantastic actresses they were.
But what they liked best was that he acted WITH them to help them understand the techniques required. For instance, Bob was the one who had taught every girl in Acting Camp how to properly do a screen kiss. Until you were 13, screen kisses had to be done by putting the lips on just the corner of the mouth, turning the head so that the audience couldn’t see that it wasn’t really a kiss. Up to about age 16, kisses were full contact with the lips, but nothing else. Bob’s lips were always soft and warm and jelly-like, and his screen kisses made the girls all feel funny inside. Once you were seventeen or older, he gave private lessons on how to make it look like you were doing a French kiss on screen. They were private, he said, because the younger kids didn’t need to see that kind of thing.
A lot of girls came out of those private lessons with a far away look in their eyes. If people would have looked closer they might have noticed that some of these girls walked a little funny too. And if they would have noticed that, they might have noticed that those girls were the ones who came back to acting camp until they were in their twenties, getting private instruction from him on a variety of things. But nobody noticed.
Another type of private lesson he gave involved boys. He’d pick a boy and a girl, usually who were boyfriend and girlfriend at camp. Then he’d teach them the physical strokes that went along with kissing. First, he’d demonstrate by kissing the girl and running his hands all over her body, cupping her breasts and pulling her to him with his hands on her buttocks. Once she was panting he’d let the boy practice and have the girl tell him if he was doing it right or not. If anyone would have noticed, they’d have noticed that these boys and girls often ended up out in the woods together on nature walks, or off to one side in the swimming lake.
Acting camp was set up so that two girls shared a room, or two boys shared a room. The cabins were duplexes of a sort, with a common wall and the doors led out onto a common porch. These units were called quads, because four students were housed in each one. Usually there were four girls to a quad, or four boys, but, occasionally, it turned out that half a quad had boys in it, while the other half had girls.
That was what happened this year, as Buffy found out when her parents let her out at camp and drove off, telling her to have a nice summer. She had called ahead to make sure that she and Megan got put together. They screamed and giggled when they saw each other, like fifteen year old girls do, and then went to find out who their quad mates were. It turned out to be two boys they’d never met, so after saying, “Hi,” they went off to the dining hall to get a snack and renew old friendships.
When Jack showed up there was a tearful reunion, with hot kisses, until a counselor told them to break it up. She told him where her quad was and mentioned there were two boys on the other side, both new and both only about eleven. He got a look in his eye and said he’d be right back. The next thing she knew he was back, saying that he and Mark Simpson were now her and Megan’s quad mates! Buffy smiled, knowing that Megan had the hots for Mark and had for several years. He had an acting camp girlfriend named Nancy, but she’d moved away during the school year and wasn’t expected to come back this year.
And so it was, that, after supper and campfire, all four teens ended up on the porch of the quad, flirting. Buffy and Jack happily refreshed their relationship by kissing and groping each other passionately, while Megan and Mark watched. When Megan suggested that it looked like fun, Mark jumped at the chance. Megan was as much of a fox as Buffy even if her hair was as black as Buffy’s was platinum blond. Soon Megan and Mark were kissing hotly and, while their hands didn’t stray farther than each other’s backs and sides, they felt good non-the-less.
The next day Buffy signed up for the classes she wanted. Her very first one was with Bob and she squealed happily when she saw him. Her hug was forceful and she pressed her ripening body against him as he smiled and hugged her back.
“Good Grief, girl!” he exclaimed. “What in the world are they feeding you. You look like you’re about twenty-one!”
Buffy dimpled at him and said, “You know I’m only fifteen, you big flirt.”
He held her away and his hungry eyes swept over her body. “Well you sure can’t tell by looking. I think I might make a special exception and give you some private lessons this year. Would you like that?”
Buffy knew a little bit about what private lessons entailed. It was hard to get anything out of the kids who went to private lessons. They wouldn’t talk about what went on behind those closed doors. But once in a while somebody would let something slip, and you could see from what the boys and girls did after those lessons that they must be pretty hot. “Oh YES!” she chirped. “Could Megan come too? Pleease?”.
Just then Megan came up, having signed up for the same class. Again there were squeals and hugs and as Bob held the girl he said, “I think we could arrange that. Megan, would you like me to make a special exception and give you and Buffy some private lessons? Do you think you guys are old enough for that?”
Megan smiled widely. “YES!” she yelled, and jumped up in the air.
“Keep it down”: advised a grinning Bob. “We don’t want the other girls to get jealous, now do we?” The girls quieted immediately. “OK, now, you two come to my cabin tonight during free time and we’ll start the lessons, OK? And not a word to anyone.” He thought for a minute. “Do you two have boyfriends here at camp?”
Buffy jumped up and down. “I do! His name is Jack!”
Megan said “I met a guy last night and I like him a lot. His name is Mark, but I don’t suppose you could call him my boyfriend.”
“Has he kissed you yet?” asked Bob, looking intently at the girl.
“Oh yeah, we made out last night,” she giggled.
“OK … hmmmmmm … well, I tell you what, girls … let’s keep it secret from the boys for a few days, and if it looks like it will work out with you two girls we might even expand it to include the boys. How’s that?”
Both girls knew enough about private lessons that they knew there was some kind of sex involved. That was fine with Megan, because she had a big secret that she hadn’t even told Buffy yet. She was waiting for the right time, when the two girls could be alone for a while. Megan had taught Buffy everything she knew about sex, and now maybe they could both learn some more together.
“We PROMISE!” both girls said, putting their dainty hands over their left teen breasts. Bob wished it was his hand. But there would be time enough for that later.
That night at supper the boys wanted the girls to sneak off into the woods during free time. “Oh gee, I wish we could” said Buffy, leaning over to kiss Jack lightly on the lips. “But we can’t. We sighed up for this thing and we have to do it during free time. It has to do with makeup. Maybe you guys could come along?” she said sweetly. Megan just grinned. Both boys said, “NO THANKS!” and started talking about shooting some hoops.
Freetime after supper went until lights-out, which wasn’t until eleven. There were lots of things to do during free time, including various extra classes and practice sessions. There were, as well, classes on makeup, like Buffy had alluded to, costume, set production, fund raising and all the other things that go along with small town productions, which is what most of these kids were involved in. Each counselor had his or her own list of things people could sign up for. So it wasn’t odd for the two girls to be seen going to Bob’s cabin. They’d never been in there before, and they were surprised to see how nice it was.
There was a small bathroom off one wall, and the rest of it was one room, but it was beautiful. All the furniture was made of wood from the forest, and there was carpet on the floor. There were curtains too, over all the windows. The bed was what surprised them the most, though. It was HUGE, king sized at least, and it had red satin sheets on it! There were a couple of big easy chairs that faced the bed. He also had a TV set up, with a DVD and tape player attached. It was quite a cozy place. The girls were fresh in their white camp T shirts and blue gym shorts. Both girls had their hair done up in a pony tail that bobbed and swung whenever they moved their heads. They looked delicious.
“My goodness you girls look sexy,” said Bob, who was sitting in one of the easy chairs. He was dressed in a T shirt and shorts much like theirs. His feet were bare.
“Oh Bob,” gushed Buffy “Stop that! You’re just teasing us.”
He smiled. “That, I most certainly am NOT, my sexy dears, and I think I’ll be able to prove it to you a little later on. But first! What is the one thing that will ruin a performance faster than anything else?”
“Forgetting your lines!” yelled Megan.
“No, you can always adlib,” said Bob.
“Coming in late on cue?” said Buffy.
“No, that’s not it either. If you’re late, the rest of the actors should be able to cover for you. No, this is something that only some people feel, but which can wreck a whole career.”
Megan jumped up and down “I know .. I know … STAGE FRIGHT!!”
“Exactly!” said Bob. “Excellent. And how do you battle stage fright?”
“Gee, I don’t know,” said both girls.
“Have either of you had speech in school?” said Bob.
“I have,” said Buffy.
“Did your teacher ever tell you to fight stage fright by imagining that your whole audience was naked?”
“YES! She DID say that! I remember that!” said Buffy excitedly.
“Well, I’m going to use that technique to help make sure you girls NEVER have stage fright. Only what we’re going to do is BE naked, rather than imagine somebody else being naked.” With that he stood up and took off his shirt.
Buffy shifted from foot to foot. She really wanted to see Bob naked. That would be so cool. But she wasn’t so sure about taking her own clothes off. She didn’t think she looked very good naked. “I don’t know Bob,” she said, looking at the floor.
Bob put a finger under her chin. “I bet you think your body is ugly,” he said, looking into her eyes. He saw her pupils dilate and knew he’d hit the nail on the head. “You think your breasts are too big, or too small, or the wrong shape. You probably don’t have much pubic hair, and think you should have lots more, like your mother probably does. You think your hips are wrong, or your belly button looks funny. Something like that? Am I right?” He kept staring right into her eyes.
“How did you know that?” Buffy said with a whisper.
“It’s all part of stage fright,” he said calmly. “Let me try one thing to help you, and then we’ll see if you want to stay on in private classes. Let me see you naked, and if I can agree with you on anything you don’t like about your body, you can quit. How’s that?” He darted a look at Megan, but she had her hands on the bottom of her shirt, like she was itching to take it off, so he didn’t worry about her.
“OK, I guess,” mumbled Buffy. She was nervous, but she pulled off her shirt. She really wanted to see Bob naked, and thought this was the only way. Her blue shorts were next, and she was left in a lacy white bra and even lacier blue panties. Megan had on a sports bra and yellow panties. “Aren’t you going to take off your shorts?” said Megan to Bob, who was standing there in shorts only.
“I don’t have anything on under them,” he said. “I didn’t want to make you girls nervous.”
“I won’t be nervous,” said Megan. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, baring her chocolaty smooth breasts with their black nipples. When Buffy hesitated, Megan turned to her and said, “Here, I’ll help!” She unsnapped Buffy’s bra and when Buffy put both hands on top of the bra to keep it on her titties Megan leaned down and jerked Buffy’s panties to her knees. Both girls shrieked and then giggled, but Buffy finally got up the courage to step out of them and drop her bra. Megan skinned her own panties off and stood, looking at Bob.
“Now you,” she said.
Bob stared at the two girls. They were gorgeous. Buffy had perfect breasts that looked big enough to feed babies already. Megan’s were smaller, but still nice and round. Her nipples looked like Hershey’s kisses and he wanted to taste them. He’d been right about Buffy having very little pussy hair. He could see her protruding pink lips just barely. Megan had thicker black pussy hair, but her pussy lips stuck out even further. He was very glad he’d decided to tutor these two girls. He bent over and pulled his shorts down, stepping out of them. When he stood up he said, “And this, girls, is my proof that I think you are both sexy.”
The girls stared, their mouths open, as his erection was displayed before their unbelieving eyes. His bone was at full mast, sticking straight out from his nest of curly brown hair. It was a good seven and a half inches long, and about as big around as three of the girls’ fingers. It was not circumcised, and the hood was pulled back quite a bit due to the state of his erection. His snake eye was peeking out at the world, and the two naked girls in particular.
“Buffy, he’s got a BONER!” squealed Megan and she blushed bright red.
“Oh my gosh!” said Buffy, who was staring at the stiff prick like a bird stares at a snake that’s about to eat it. “Oh my GOSH!” she squealed.
“Now girls!” said Bob in a stern voice. “That’s the whole point here. If you can learn to be comfortable around people naked, then you’ll never suffer from stage fright. Think about it. Both of you are pretty uncomfortable right now, true?”
“Yeah,” said both girls.
“OK, then, what we’re doing is working on that. We’re going to do normal things while we’re naked, until you don’t even notice it, OK? Trust me girls, this will work. I’ve done it a lot of times.”
“But you’ve got a BONER, Bob!” sighed Buffy.
“Oh, that just means he wants to have sex with us,” said Megan. “That’s all.”
“Really?” said Buffy wide eyed. “Is that true Bob? Is your … thing stiff because you want to have sex with us?”
Bob smiled. “Like I said, girls, you are both gorgeous sexy girls, and I’m a normal man, so of course I want to have sex with you. But that’s not why we’re here. We’re here to work on your stage fright. Nothing is going to happen to you that you don’t want to happen. Now, what shall we do to get comfortable?”
Megan was excited. Bob’s penis reminded her of her secret, and she wanted to tell Buffy in the worst way. But not yet. “Well,” she said. “We could clean the house.”
“Great idea,” said Bob and he got a broom for her. He handed Buffy a dustpan and he grabbed a rag. “I’ll dust,” he said. Then he pretended to dust while he watched the two teens move around the cabin naked. His cock got harder and harder. Usually the girls he did this with were older, but these girls were HOT and he was glad he’d taken them in. Buffy bent over to put the dustpan down and he saw her cute cunny winking at him under her butt cheeks. He wanted to slide his cock into that sweet teen pussy, but he’d have to wait. It was too soon yet. And Megan was gorgeous too. She stretched upward with the broom to get at a cobweb up on the ceiling and her legs parted as she stood on one toe.
He got a good look at her fat chewy pussy lips. He realized his hand was on his cock, jacking it slowly and made himself stop just as Buffy turned around to look at him.
But Megan had seen him. She whispered to Buffy, “He’s jackin’ off Buffy!” Buffy turned immediately. She’d jacked off a couple of boys. Megan had told her how to do it right. She liked seeing the boys dicks shoot off, except it was messy.
Buffy forgot she was naked. She marched right up to Bob and said, “You were jackin’ off, weren’t you, Bob?”
He smiled. “Like George Washington, I cannot tell a lie. You girls have got me going. I wasn’t exactly jacking off. I’m just so hot that it felt good to touch myself. Don’t you touch yourself when you’re horny Buffy?” She blushed and he said “I thought so. You too I bet,” he said to Megan.
Buffy laughed and said, “You bet she does. She taught ME how to do it!”
Bob raised his eyebrows and said, “You girls are nasty … doing that together. See? That’s the kind of thing that makes me want to touch myself.” He grabbed his dong and began stroking it. “You don’t mind, do you girls? You’re so sexy and you’ve made me so hot, I can’t help it. Say it’s OK for me to do it girls, I need to get some relief!”
Both girls watched him, nodding. Their breath was coming faster. They were excited. Their nipples were stiff and achy. He stroked and a drop of man dew flipped off the tip of his prick. He was standing, legs spread, his leaking prick pointed right at the two naked girls. He jacked, staring at their nipples, dreaming of sucking them. He looked at their pussies, thinking about stroking his prick in them until the girls fainted. His sap shot out in a three foot arc and splatted on the floor right in front of Buffy’s feet. She jumped, but didn’t back up. He shot again and then three more times before he had to sit down in the chair because his knees were weak.
“Wow,” said Megan.
“Awesome,” said Buffy.
Both had itchy pussies and couldn’t wait to get home to their cabin so they could rub themselves to a nice orgasm. They stayed another hour, setting the table and then putting the silverware away. They made popcorn in the microwave and talked about the school year. Just like Bob had said, they soon quit paying so much attention to the fact that they were all naked. He sent them home, telling them to come back the next night. It was early yet, but the girls wanted to get naked again, this time in their room. They did just that and they didn’t quit masturbating until they’d each had three nice long cums.
The next night both girls got to Bob’s and started taking their clothes off without even being told. Bob looked at them and once again, when he dropped his shorts he was hard as a board. The girls giggled and Megan said, “Gee, I guess we did it again, Buffy.”
Buffy struck a pose. “That’s what you get for having us in private lessons, Bob. Are you going to beat off again tonight? That was so hot last night.”
Bob stroked his cock slowly. “I bet you girls went back to your cabin last night and touched yourselves. Didn’t you now? Come on, tell the truth.”
Buffy flamed red again. Megan smiled timidly, but nodded.
Bob kept stroking. “That makes me so hot. Yes, I’m gonna have to do it again tonight.” He stroked some more and the girls watched him closely. “I bet you girls have seen boys do this, haven’t you? I bet you helped them, didn’t you? How bout it Buffy, have you ever helped a boy get off like this? You DID, I can see it in your pretty face.”
Buffy was excited that she had made this handsome man so horny. Buffy’s face flamed red. “I HAD to. He wanted to put his hand in my panties, and the only way I could keep him from doing it was to jack him off!”
“That’s OK Buffy,” panted Bob. “It’s completely normal, and it’s a good way to keep a boy in line. I understand that boy, though. I’d like to put my hand in your panties too, Buffy. You too, Megan. I’d really like to put my hand in your panties too.”
“But we’re not wearin’ any panties, Bob!” laughed Buffy.
“You know what I mean!” huffed Bob. “I wish I could rub your pussies.”
“But you can’t! You’re our counselor! It would be wrong!” moaned Buffy.
Megan came closer to Bob. “You can rub MY pussy Bob!” she cried. She was hot as a firecracker from watching him jerk his big boner. Her secret was bursting inside her. “I NEED you to rub my pussy Bob!” she said as she came within his reach.
Bob kept one hand on his cock and he slid the other onto Megan’s floppy pussy lips. He felt them, he squeezed them, she was wet and slippery. He slid a finger up in her and she moaned. “Buffy! I have to tell you a secret!” she moaned.
Buffy couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Her best friend was letting Bob feel her up. Megan didn’t let boys feel her up. And now she was babbling about some secret. “What?” she said, confused.
“I said I have to tell you a secret,” panted Megan. “I was gonna wait, but I can’t … Ohhh that feels so good,” she sighed as Bob worked his thick finger in her pussy.
Buffy was still confused. Why would Megan have to tell a secret NOW? While she was being violated by her counselor?
“What are you talking about?” she whined. Watching Bob’s finger sliding in and out of her friend’s pussy was making Buffy hot. She wanted to rub her pussy, but she didn’t think she should in front of Bob.
Megan sat down in the easy chair, pulling Bob to kneel between her legs. She lay back and spread her legs wide so Bob could stick his finger in her more. He jerked with one hand and finger-fucked Megan with the other.
Megan hunched her pussy up at Bob’s finger. “You know my Uncle Frank?” Buffy nodded. “Well, I went to stay with him for New Years, while my parents were gone to New York.”
Buffy was still confused. “So what does that have to do with the fact that Bob’s got his finger in your pussy?”
“While I was there he taught me some stuff,” whined Megan.
“Stuff?” said Buffy.
“What kind of stuff Megan?” said Bob.
“He popped my cherry!” yipped Megan.
“WHAT!?” yelled Buffy.
“I SAID HE POPPED MY CHERRY!” squealed Megan. “And now I want to have something in my pussy.” Her hips were going wild.
Bob pulled his finger out of the heaving girl. “I have something to put in your sweet pussy,” he said, walking on his knees until the tip of his boner was right at the gaping entrance of Megan’s chocolate pussy.
“NO! You CAN’T!” yelled Buffy.
“YES!” yelled Megan “I WANT TO!”
Bob let his prick touch her pussy. She moaned and yelled “YES!”.
Bob slid it in … all the way in … until there was no more to give her. She went “AHHHHHHH … OH THANK YOU BOB.”
Buffy’s hand dove to her crotch and she rubbed her pussy frantically. Her best friend was being fucked right in front of her! This was the hottest thing she ever saw in her life. Bob’s complete, HUGE cock was buried in her friend’s pussy! She couldn’t believe it.
Bob started bucking his hips back and then forward, and Buffy could see that immense long thing sliding out and then back in to Megan’s pussy. It looked shiny and slick … and HUGE. But Megan didn’t act like it was too big. Quite the contrary, she cooed and held Bob to her, telling him how much she loved his big stiff prick. Pretty soon her eyes got big and she yelled, “I’m cummin’ Buffy, I’m feelin’ it good!”
And Bob was right there with her. He said, “Yes, cum all over my cock little Megan, and I’ll give you a present.” Then he stiffened and groaned and shoved his cock deep in Megan’s chocolate belly. He grunted several times and Buffy knew that his cock was squirting, just like it had the night before, except that all that stuff was going up into Megan’s pussy!
It was so hot that Buffy felt her own orgasm coming on her.
When he was done Bob dragged his shrinking prick out of Megan’s well-fucked pussy.
She lay there, legs spread, thick white spunk filling her open pussy mouth and running out and down to her butt. “Oh gee you squirted so much stuff in me Bob, what shall I do? It’s leaking out all over the place!”
Bob stood staring at the pussy he’d just filled up with his baby juice. “You should hold it in Megan.” he said. “Just put a couple of fingers over it and it’ll soak in. That way it won’t make a mess.” He secretly hoped that by holding it in she would ensure there would be a healthy kicking baby in her womb in a few months.
Buffy was getting her cookies too as she rubbed her pussy furiously. “OH! I’m gonna cum” she squealed. She was surprised when Bob appeared in front of her on his knees. His face darted to her pussy as his hand pulled her hand away. His long tongue licked her clitty and he sucked on it hard. Buffy was frozen with passion. “Ooooooo Megan he’s licking my muffy!” she cried, feeling his tongue making her happy.
“Shit! It feels good!” she moaned as she pushed her pussy into his face. He pushed her backward, toward the bed until she ran into it. She flopped back, weak with the thrills he was giving her. Now he could really press his face into her slit and he nibbled her clit.
She popped!
“AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” she groaned as her orgasm splashed all over inside her. Her pussy squirted and Bob lapped it all up. As she came down he worked his way up and suckled her puffy and hard nipples as she sighed. Then, as she watched in awe, he fisted his slick used up prick and milked a big blob of rich white cream out of the snake-eye. As it was ready to drip off, he lowered his prick tip between Buffy’s spread naked pussy lips and rubbed that cream into her pussy mouth. He spread it all over and even tried to poke his cock in her a little, but it was too soft.
It was quiet in the room as they all panted, trying to get their breaths.
“Wow,” said Megan, looking adoringly at Bob. “We fucked!”
He nodded and said, “Are you sorry?”
“OH NO!” she squealed. “I love to fuck. It feels so good. Can we keep fucking Bob? Please?”
“I suppose so, though that’s not supposed to be in your private lessons. But what about Buffy? We don’t want to leave her out. She might feel jealous.”
Buffy opened her mouth and laughed. “You don’t need to worry about me. That thing wouldn’t fit in me in a million years. But I sure liked it when you licked my pussy. I’ve heard of that but I was too scared to let the boys do that. They might want to fuck my cherry.”
Bob looked at her hotly. He knew who was going to pluck that particular fruit.
The next night when the girls got there Bob was already naked. He let them in and by the time they were naked he had another hardon. He went up to Megan and pushed her up against the wall, kissing her. Their tongues flipped and he bent his knees. He lifted one of her legs and plugged his cock into her cute teen pussy. Then he stood up and filled her belly with cock. Megan sighed with happiness as he lifted her off the floor. Then he bounced her until she was shaking she came so hard. He walked her to the bed, where Buffy was lying, spread out, finger-fucking herself rapidly.
“You guys look so hot,” she gasped as she stuck two fingers in her cunt.
Bob flopped Megan back on the bed and ate her pussy for a while. Then he crawled up and while he sucked her black nipples, he slid his cock in her again. He pounded her, fucking her with long hard strokes and she squirted on his cock again. He looked at Buffy. He wanted to shoot his sperm in her. He knew Megan would let him plant his seed in her any time, but he really wanted to pick Buffy’s fresh cherry. “You want me to lick you again?” he said, leaning over the sex crazed teen.
“Oh yeah, please suck my pussy again Bob,” she moaned.
He pulled his hard dick out of Megan and got down to feast on Buffy’s pussy. Two orgasms later he’d worked his way up to her full breasts, and was licking and sucking her inch long nipples as she squirmed under him. He let his hard cock dig into her pussy.
He kissed her. “I want to fuck you, Buffy,” he said between kisses. He poked her pussy with his cock.
“Nooooooooo you can’t,” she moaned, but she kissed him more.
“Come on, you’ll love it,” he said. He pushed and her pussy lips spread open for him.
“Nooooooo. I’m a virgin,” she whined.
“I know you are, and I want to be the first man to fill your sweet pussy up.” He pushed again and the head of his cock popped into her pussy mouth.
“Nooooo, you can’t,” she panted. But her hips pushed up. “I’m scared. You have to take it out.” Her hips pushed up again and an inch went in her.
“OK, I’ll take it out,” he said and he pushed some more. She was tight, and hot and slick.
“When are you gonna take it out, Bob?” she said, humping at him.
He sucked her nipples some more, until her pussy was jumping and had gobbled up another two inches of his boner. He had about half of it in her now.
“I’m gonna take it out soon,” he said. He looked her in the eye. She looked back. She was taking him good. He pushed the rest in her in one long, slow shove. His cock tip hit her cervix and her eyes went round and wide.
“It’s in me,” she whispered, panting. “Your cock’s in my pussy, Bob!”
“Yeah it is,” he kissed her. “But I’m gonna take it out.” He began pulling it out, an inch at a time, slowly.
Buffy decided she didn’t want it out any more. “No wait!” she said. “Leave it in a little longer.”
Bob slid it back in. Then he started fucking her. He didn’t pound Buffy. He stared into her green eyes and he pronged her gently. His cock tip kissed her cervix over and over until she trembled and shook and had her first cum with a prick in her. It was a good cum, better than her fingers would do. She loved it. She knew now why Megan let Bob fuck her so quickly.
Bob knew he had another fuck toy. He kept rodding her slowly as she came. Then, when it was over, he let himself go. He slid in a few more times and put his lips in her ear. “I’m gonna squirt now, Buffy,” he whispered. She shuddered as he pushed it in hard. “My cock’s clear in your womb, baby,” he whispered. “Here it is.” His cock bucked and a long hot silver ribbon of sperm lanced into Buffy’s womb. “I’m sperming you, baby,” he said, as two more heavy shots of juice soaked her baby box. “It’s all for you and Megan,” he said as he packed a half a cup of seed into her garden. And with every spurt, Bob hoped he was making a baby in this cute girl.
Bob made the girls take some time off. He didn’t want their boyfriends to get suspicious. Besides, he had his eye on some other cute girls who might just need a shot of his heavy cock in their pussies too. He told Buffy and Megan to come back in a week for more private lessons.
The next night the girls hooked up with Jack and Mark. Both girls were horny from fucking, and both wanted to fuck some more. They invited the boys into their side of the quad. In no time they were lying on their beds, each with a boy’s hand in their pants.
Buffy said, “My pants are too tight. I think I might have to take them off.” Jack grinned, and happily helped her remove them. Now all that kept his hands from her pussy were her skimpy panties. Jack slid his hand in those panties and slicked a finger into his girlfriend.
Megan didn’t say anything. She just took her pants off and pulled Mark’s off too. “Have you ever had a blow job? I’d sort of like to taste you,” she whispered in Mark’s ear.
Mark was astounded. He’d tried and tried to get a girl to suck his dick, but none of them would. Now here was this milk chocolate beauty offering to do it. He pulled his skivvies down, exposing his long thin boner and Megan swallowed the whole thing. She sucked and kissed and slurped on it until he said he was going to shoot and then she pulled off.
“Noooo,” he moaned. “I was so close”.
Megan crawled on top of him and kissed him. “I’ll swallow it later. Right now I know a better way to get it in my tummy.” Then, to his utter amazement, she lifted her pussy up and sank down on his aching prick.
He wasn’t ready for that. He wasn’t prepared. He blew his cork and flooded her young pussy with potent teenage cum. Megan laughed and fucked her new lover hard, milking every bit. Then she rolled him over so he could fuck her some more.
Buffy and Jack were going at it hard now. His fingers were in her. She needed more. She took off her top. She dropped her bra. She demanded that he suck her nipples. He pulled her panties down and she let him. He had his cock out. He wanted to put it in her but he didn’t think she’d let him. He tried to be sneaky and slip it in slowly. As soon as Buffy felt his cock at the opening of her sex she slammed her pussy up and swallowed half his cock. Her legs came up and her heel whacked his ass. He drove forward and, just like that, he was fucking his girlfriend. She was hot and tight and she made him want to squirt. “You gonna shoot in me?” she panted in his ear.
“I want to,” he said.
“I want you to,” she cooed.
He fired her full of his potent teenage cum. He packed her pussy. He shot until his balls hurt. She loved every hot spurt.
They all fell asleep, but teenage boys can do it a lot. Both boys woke up in the night and wanted to fuck their girls some more. The girls let them. By morning those girls should have weighed two pounds more with all that sperm in their bellies.
For the next two days, every time Jack could get Buffy alone some place, or Mark could get Megan alone some place, they slid their ever stiff cocks into ever horny pussies and squirted them full of hot slippery cream. Every time the girls found themselves somewhere where no one would see, they spread their perfect teen legs for their randy boyfriends and let them slid their pricks in and out of their pussies until they came. Those bad boys always stuck their nasty cocks just as far up in the girls as they could and then squirted.
Bob couldn’t wait a week to fuck his two favorite fuck toys. He had them come in every two days for private lessons. Every two days he served up a hot load of cum for each girl’s pussy. He taught them how to give the best blow jobs. He ate their pussies better than anyone else. They loved his lessons and used them on their boy friends.
Now, you might think that, what with getting their pussies packed with baby butter every single day (and twice at night) that these girls would have ended up pregnant. Acting camp was, after all, three months long.
Both girls had their periods the first month.
Megan missed her period the next month. She didn’t care.
Buffy missed her period just 10 days before she left to go back home.
Both girls told Bob, and of course he thought those babies were his. Neither girl knew and neither girl cared. They knew how to fuck and suck and they knew they could get men to do whatever they wanted.
So they left acting camp knocked up good and proper.
Megan went to visit her Uncle as soon as she got home. In no time at all she was flat on her back while he packed her full of his spooge. When her parents found out she was pregnant, they were furious and kicked her out. Her nice Uncle, who of course thought the baby was his, took her in so she’d have someplace to live. That worked out well for them both, since after that he got to fuck her every single day.
When Buffy finally admitted to her mother that she hadn’t had a period in four months, her mother screamed and yelled and grounded Buffy to the house until the baby was born. Poor Buffy. The only male around was her big brother. She cried on his shoulder and in no time he was sneaking into her room every night and fucking her socks off. Seeing as how it was safe to cum in her, he did. The only problem was that, after the baby was born – a fine healthy beautiful boy – he kept shooting off in her like he was trying to knocke her up good and proper again!
What a pair of sluts our little actresses were. But, you know what?
Neither one of them EVER had a single attack of stage fright!
In fact, I hear they did so well in the local amateur theatrical company … they’ve been selected to be counselors at acting camp!
The End

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Love of a BBW

Tiffany is a great girl, educated, beautiful, married
to a decent guy, has a beautiful family and a decent job.
On the outside her life is that of a normal middle class woman,
on the inside she was miserable. Depressed, not in love
with her husband, hated her job, struggling financially
and feeling not so beautiful as everyone tells her she is
because she is a large woman, a BBW. She belongs to a couple
of adult chat sites and has friends that she talks to when
she is on in chat rooms. She loves them all and most times
feels better about herself when she gets off the computer,
sometimes she feels more miserable in her life. Tiffany
has a friend that lives in town who has been good to her, he’s
been a great friend to her since they met, he’s very sweet
and they’ve shared several lunches and he’s gotten to feel
what it’s like to have her lips wrapped around his hard member,
told her that her eyes were ‘breathtaking’, but he’s in
a relationship and his girlfriend won’t allow him to talk
to Tiffany so the talk when ever they have a stolen moment
alone. She also has another friend who she met several years
ago and boy the sparks ignited a flame in her for him. They
hadn’t talked after that weekend, even though nothing
happened between them, for a few years, but they have been
writing back and forth for a couple of years now and have
had some pretty hot and heavy conversations. Her sexual
release has been writing erotic stories for him, the occasional
cyber chat and masturbation with her toys when she’s alone.
She hasn’t had sex wither husband in over a year. She had
become so self conscious of her body and so depressed she
couldn’t stand for anyone to see her naked. She used to dress
sexy, sleep naked and shower with her husband. Now all she
wears is baggy shorts or men’s sweat pants, big baggy t-shirts
or tank tops, she never sleeps in less than shorts and a tank
top. Seldom does she do anything with her hair other than
pull it up in a pony tail nor does she wear make-up. She hasn’t
felt sexy in months and feels so lonely.
Tiffany had to take a business trip, one that would have
her crossing paths with the man she had been writing her
stories for. She was so nervous about seeing him, it had
been six years since they’d seen each other-although she’d
sent him some naughty pictures she had taken of herself,
but not too naughty. She pulled into the restaurant parking
lot looking for his truck-spotting it she parked next to
it, taking a deep breath as she turned off her engine. There
was a knock on her window. She turned and smiled at him, still
nervous she could not meet his eyes. She unlocked her door
put her keys in her small purse as he opened her door. She
reached for his hand to help her out of her car, her nerves
making her hands shake. She was dressed in a skirt and jacket
with a white blousy tank top under it and 3 inch heels, as
she had just come from a business meeting, her hair swept
up with curls framing her face. As she slides out of her car
her hand still in his, he says “Hello beautiful.” She smiles,
her eyes hiding behind her sun glasses as she looks down
at the ground-so self conscious of herself, her body. She
hasn’t looked at him yet. He tilts her face up and again says
“Hello beautiful.” Her breath caught n her throat at the
sight of him, he takes her sun glasses off, “Hi stranger.”
She can barely speak. Bringing her hand to his lips he kisses
the back of it, then with the slightest of movements his
hand around her finger tips turning up palm up his other
hand around her wrist as he kisses the palm of her hand. She
feels as though she’s been punched as all the air breathes
back into her and her body ignites with desire as she watches
his lips caress her hand, feeling them against her skin.
Her knees get weak and she leans back against her car, closing
her eyes trying to breathe normal and clear the thoughts
out of her head. ‘There’s no way he could want me that way.
He is so gorgeous he could have his pick of the women. Tiff
stop it you’re just here to meet for dinner with an old friend.
Don’t act stupid you’’ scare him away.’ “Are you hungry?”
he asks “Yes” she replies “I haven’t eaten all day.” “Well
then shall we?” He tucks her hand in the crook of his arm,
feeling his muscles beneath her finger tips, once again
taking her breath away. She coughs just a bit to clear her
throat, he looks at her and smiles. Reaching the door he
pulls it open for her and follows in behind her. She is so
warm as they are standing in the waiting room she decides
to take off her jacket, the tank top she had on stretching
tight across her breasts as she did this. Catching the eye
of several men and she did this, completely oblivious to
her affects on these men-her friend included. This particular
tank top showed off her cleavage nicely. The hostess asked
if they would like a drink while they waited to be seated.
He ordered a beer and she a glass of Zinfandel. Soon they
were seated and their drinks arrived. They chatted a bit
as they looked over the menu, ordered and waited for their
food to arrive. He was so intent on her that she was beginning
to get a little uncomfortable. She leaned back in her chair
and crossed her arms over her chest but when she did this
it more framed her breasts, pushing them closer and lifting
them higher. As their conversation went on he kept moving
in his chair. Tiff excused herself to the restroom, while
she was there she realized to herself that she looked a mess
and thought he was in a hurry to eat and get away from her as
fast as possible. Upset with her assumed realization she
returned to their table after refreshing herself. Their
food had arrived and he had refreshed their drinks. So self
conscious now, she barely picked at her food as she quickly
downed her second drink. Her empty stomach allowing the
wine to make her very tipsy, very quickly. She wouldn’t
look at him as they talked, she ordered another drink. Drinking
it quickly she excused herself again, stumbling in her
heels as she passed him. He was out of his chair catching
her and holding her tight against him. Burying her face
in his chest, breathing in his scent as she tried to steady
herself “Oh God” she moaned against him “Are you okay?”
he asks ”I need to go to my hotel room.” she says “Come on,
I’ll take you.” He pays the bill and helps her out to his truck.
“What are you doing?” she asks, “You’re not safe to drive”
he tells her, “Remember I used to be an MP.” She agrees and
climbs into his truck. He reaches across to buckle her in,
his chest brushing against her sensitive breasts as he
kisses her on the cheek and she moans. She puts her head back
and closes her eyes as he locks her car up and climbs into
the driver seat, thinking to herself ‘He must think I’m
ridiculous.’ He starts the truck and drives to their destination,
shutting off the engine he realizes she is fast asleep.
He carries her inside and lays her down on the bed carefully
removing her shoes, holding her ever so gently as he removes
each article of her clothing, down to her bra and panties.
He unsnaps her bra and her breast so full and soft look so
sweet and tempting, to taste. Her nipples hardening at
the cool air of the room. He sits on the edge of the bed with
both hands on either side of her hips, he reaches down and
captures one nipple into his mouth, she moans and arches
her back. Wanting her sober and wide awake for what he knows
will happen next he quickly sheds his clothes and climbs
into the bed next to her pulling her to him as he puts her head
on his chest and wraps his arms around her, she curls into
him and he pulls her even tighter against him. He reaches
up and pulls the clip from her hair letting it cascade onto
the pillows next to him. He closes his eyes and pulls her
close.
It is about 3 a.m. when she wakes, he feels her stir against
him and smiles. His arms wrapped tightly around her. She
opens her eyes and looks around, realizing that she’s not
in her hotel room, she tries to sit up and feels his arms,
suddenly she realizes she’s naked except for her panties.
“Oh my God Tiff what have you done?” he hears her whisper
to herself, “Nothing.” He whispered into her ear. She screamed
and jumped back her fists hitting his chest, he grabs her
wrists and pulls her so she is lying on top of his body, her
face equal to his so he can easily press his lips to hers.
He puts her hands up behind her head holding them there,
using them to pull her mouth to his. Their lips meet tentatively
at first, slowly deepening. He gently bites her lower lip
urging her to be more playful her tongue darts out and licks
his bottom lip. He kisses her so deep and passionate their
tongues meet and all of her resolve seems to melt away. She
puts her knees on either side of his hips and he releases
her wrists running his hands down her back to her ass pulling
her hard against him. She pulls her mouth away from his putting
her hands on his chest she pushes herself off him and to the
side and covers herself to the neck with the blankets. “I’m
sorry, I can’t do this. You deserve so much better.” “Tiff,
I’ve wanted to do this since I first laid eyes on you all those
years ago.” “You couldn’t possibly want me like this.”
She looks down at her body. “I’ve never wanted anyone more,
you are the most beautiful sexy woman I have ever known.”
He sits up and takes her in his arms pulling her to lean back
against him softly kissing her shoulder and neck. “Please”
she cried, “Tiff last night at dinner I was trying to come
up with a way to convince you to come here with me. I wanted
to make love to you over and over all night long.” “But you
were so uncomfortable last night you looked like you just
wanted to leave.” “I wanted nothing more than to leave with
you, come here and make love with you. I got so hard just watching
you I had to keep adjusting myself. Tiff the only reason
I didn’t strip you completely last night is because I wanted
you sober the first time we made love, seeing you completely
naked, I would not have been able to control myself. ” She
turned to look back at him. She had never wanted a man more
than she wanted him right now. She put her arm around his
neck and pulled him to her for a kiss she kissed him with everything
that she had. He reached his hand up and caressed her full
breast her nipple hardening at the touch of him, moaning
she arches her back and presses her breast into his hand
he lays her flat on the bed and lies next to her uncovering
her inches at a time kissing her, licking her, caressing
her, loving her body slowly with every little bit that he
uncovers, not wanting to miss any part of her beautiful
body. Her breasts are so big and soft that his hands barely
cover them, licking her nipples, gently pulling them with
his teeth. She cries out in ecstasy. Her hands rubbing his
shaved bald head and pulling it tighter against her breasts,
her thighs part beneath the blanket and he straddles her
leg rubbing his thigh against her through the blankets.
He moves the blanket lower and begins to kiss and caress
her tummy, squeezing it gently as he loves each part of her.
Her breasts so soft as she squeezes and caresses them where
his hands used to be. She pulls one gently to her lips and
softly sucks the nipple into her mouth. His body is on fire
for her and he wants so badly to enter her but is going slow
as to show her how much he wants her. He pulls the blankets
further down her body to bare her hips, gently biting each
one as he works his way back and forth across her body, stopping
to kiss the scar that runs from her belly button to her pelvic
bone, the remnants of child birth. Her hands grab handfuls
of the bed sheets as he kisses lower still, just barely grazing
the top of her womanhood. He pulls the blanket to bare the
tops of her thighs and the v of blonde hair that masks her
femininity. He kisses the inside of her thighs and she begs
him to taste her. He can smell her arousal as he gently parts
her thighs more to open her body to his gaze. His tongue teases
the area just above her clit and she cries out for him. Gently
his hands part her lower lips as his tongue runs the length
of her labia and slowly circles her clit, gently sucking
it into his mouth. She screams as she feels every nerve in
her body explode and cover his face with her juices. “I can’t
take it anymore I want you now, please.” She almost begs
him. He pulls the covers off her legs and raises up on his
knees as he grabs her thighs and pulls her toward him his
cock ready to explode inside her he knows he must take it
slow. He reaches down and presses the head to her wet hole
and watches her face as he enters her, slowly inch by inch
he slides his 9 inches of hardness inside her. She has to
adjust to his size inside her and she pulls him to her and
kisses him, their tongues dancing and playing one another
as he starts to move inside her. She wraps her legs around
his hips and opens herself to him even more. Her hands on
his back pulling her against him as she bites his neck and
begs him not to stop. He slides his arms under her body lifting
her with him as he lies down on his back allowing her the freedom
to take control, she places her hands on his chest enjoying
the feel of the hair against her hands she begins to ride
him slowly, up and down her muscles caress him as she watches
his face. Leaning down to kiss him his hands on her cheeks
she feels his hips rise off the bed as he begins to pound into
her with such a hurried intensity. Her hair falling around
them like a curtain his touch so soft and loving, he has waited
so long to feel her in his arms like this and she is such a better
lover than he had ever fantasized about he can not hold back
any longer. “Tiff I can’t stop, I can’t hold back anymore.
I want to bury myself deep inside of you.” “Oh God” she moaned
and he knew she was close. He reached between their bodies
and found her clit a hard little nub as he began to rub it she
screamed, he pounded into her only a few more times and exploded
as her juices flowed over him. She collapsed on his chest
with him still inside her, his hands running through her
hair as they both began to breathe normally. She pulled
her leg over him as he slid out of her soft but still harder
than completely limp. He wrapped his arms around her and
she again curled into his arms and closed her eyes trying
to make sense of everything. His hands running through
her hair relaxed her even more than the glorious sex they
had just had she felt herself drifting off to sleep with
his name on her lips, him whispering in her ear “Tiff I don’t
want you to ever leave my arms. I love you!”

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Forced To Be Female Part 6

Lockup. I was brought to dc (disciplinary confinement). I was put in a small cell by myself. I was there a week before anyone besides the other locked up inmates even spoke to me. I was transported wearing shackles in front of a disciplinary team. I was found guilty and scheduled to be sent to Raiford Prison in Stark Florida. This is the worst prison in the Florida system. I figured that I only had a short few weeks, maybe a month to live. The next week, I was brought to see one of the guidance counselors. I gave him a glazed over version of my story and I was told that I had maimed Thye for life. He would have scars on his face as long as he lived. I thought to myself that I would have scars the rest of my life also, because of him. Three days went by and I was brought out to speak to a guy from a well known human rights group that I won’t say the name of to protect my privacy. Anyway I spoke with him and gave him the same glazed over version of my story that I gave to the guidance counselor. The next day I was brought out to see a woman from the same group. She sat me down and told me she wanted to talk to me. She said that the reason she was there was because they believe it would be easier for me to tell my story to her than a man. I told her that I would tell her my story minus the names of the people who were involved. It took 2 weeks for me to tell her everything in detail. She was taking notes and wanted all the details that I could remember. During this time she arranged testing for Aids and other STD’s. Luckily or should I say miraculously everything came back negative. It was hard to say goodbye to her on the last day. She told me that after hearing my story they had my transfer reclassified to Cross City Correctional Institution. She said that it was a much mellower institution than both Sumter and Raiford and wished me luck.
(Before I continue here, I have some additional information. I meet a guy named Tiffany. Tiffany was a preop transsexual. I refer to Tiffany as she, not only because referring to her as female is was what he would want, but because I believe him when he told me he was a female stuck in a male’s body. Tiffany was 5’1” 103lb black male. Everything about him, from his nails, face, eyes, body shape, skin and manner was female. The only thing male about him was his plumbing. I wasn’t able to stay in touch with Tiffany after he got out, but I firmly believe that if he was able to get the operation, he could easily make a living as a female model.)
The next week I transferred out. I was hoping this would change my situation and I could have a semblance of control. As soon as I was brought to my new cell (two person cells), I started to look for a queen, for I knew that it was just a matter of time before everyone would know I was fucking at Sumter and I hoped I could get some advice from one of the queens. I met this guy who’s nickname was Tiffany. He/She was a girl in every way except sexual organs. I have never till this day seen a guy who looked so much like a beautiful black woman as Tiffany did. I asked her if she could give me some advice about Cross City and she agreed. She was in the same dorm as I and told me to come to her room after supper count. I met her there and I told her my circumstances. I told her what I had been through at Sumter and she was horrified. She told me not to worry about anything. She asked me if I wanted to room with her and I agreed.
It took about a week before we could make the arrangements (pay a guard) and I was moved to her cell. I got a job working in the silkscreen shop at PRIDE. Prison Rehabilitative Industries Diversified Enterprises. The first day after work, Tiffany introduced me to a guy nicknamed Apache. He was a big black guy who supposedly had a mix of Indian in him, but I couldn’t tell. Tiffany told me that I would need to pay Apache weekly for protection and occasionally give him a little sex and I could either live in peace or turn tricks to make my own money. I was instantly skeptical. I said let me guess, I need to service him until I can pay him, right? She told me that I needed to get clear on something. She said that she would take care of everything, she would pay for everything and the only thing I needed to remember is that I owe her.
Later that night she was putting together what she called a business plan. She told me that I would have to turn 5 tricks a week to pay for protection and live comfortably. She was telling me that I would need someone to do my laundry and sewing, I would need new panties, makeup and meals. I said don’t we get meals at the chow hall and she replied yes if you want to eat that shit. She said she had her own cook, a guy who works in the kitchen. He fixes meals and we can eat them here. I was impressed with her situation. All of her pants were tailored to her ass and legs, she had real silky panties, she taped herself with surgical tape (not duct tape), she had perfume, real makeup and a stash of pot. I told her how nice everything she had was and she told me that in a couple of days I would have the same. Again she said she would pay for it.
I believe that looking back at Tiffany, I can understand why now I have a thing for femdom and transvestites. She made me service her, not how I thought it would be. Our first encounter she tied me face down to the bed. She put her cock in my mouth and made me suck her incredible 8inch cock. She turned around and told me to lick her pussy (her ass). I was incredibly turned on, but she told me if I was servicing her, I would be taped and not get a hard on. She said I owed her, she didn’t owe me. I was in pain because I wanted to fuck that beautiful ass. I wanted to treat her like a woman and fuck her hard. She moved to my ass and started to finger it. First 1 finger then spoke to me in that husky feminine voice and said relax. I want to play. I did as I was told and she slipped another finger in my ass. She had small hands and fingers, so this wasn’t so hard to do. When she put 3 fingers in and spread them it became more difficult. Again she kissed the back on my neck and all the way to my ass and said relax. I again relaxed and she slipped 4 fingers in and spread them. I started to squeeze back and she just left it there and told me to relax. After what seemed like hours she could feel me relaxing and she slipped the 5th finger in. At this point I figured I was as relaxed as I could get, but she patiently waited and kissed my ass until she felt my ass muscles relax again. She started to slowly make a fist and I was thinking I was going to tear, she moved her fist in and out. After about a minute of this she released her fist and pulled her hand out. I sighed a relief and then she pushed her cock inside me and fucked me extremely slow, kissing and lightly biting my neck and back. When it was time for her to get off she got off me and stroked her cock in my face until she blew in on my face and tongue. She then moved back behind me and put 3 fingers back in my ass, she felt around until she found my prostate. She started to caress it I guess you would call it and I was ready to jump out my skin, and all of a sudden I started to cum. I was so fuckin amazed and blown away she began to giggle. She said you really don’t know anything do you. I was blushing when she untied my hands and feet. I cleaned up while she redressed herself.
I said what did you do? She replied that she had got me off and now I owe her even more. Don’t expect to get that all the time. Remember you owe me, not the other way around. Over the next week she dressed me the way she wanted, always trying to make me as feminine as her. This obviously wasn’t possible. She set up my times with Apache, she set up my customers(which was only two), she made me wait on her, shave her, wash her in the shower and made me have sex with her when she wanted. I thought or hoped that I would get to fuck her, but she never let me. Other than Apache I never saw anyone fuck her, but everyone wanted to. We were walking across the compound one day and she told me that she rarely lets anyone fuck her. She says she gets off on the desire. She said, don’t you feel it? I asked her what she meant and she told me to pay attention to my surroundings. Walk over to the basket ball court, by yourself stay there for oh let’s say 20 minutes come back and find me and tell me what you see and feel. Pay attention to how everyone looks at you and talks to you. It is a rush. I wasn’t sure what she was talking about but I did as she told me to do.
I walked to the basketball court and watched while everyone’s head turned to watch me. I found myself walking with more of a sway, like Tiffany walked. I went to the bleachers and sat down to watch the game in progress, and with a couple of minutes all the guys had moved over to sit with me. First one, then another until all of them moved over to sit with me. They started talking to me, first asking questions about me, but I could feel it, they were hitting on me as if I were a woman. I wasn’t experience with this and I could tell that soon the conversation was going to go in an area I didn’t want them to take it, so I jumped down and told them I had to go. They watched me intently as I jogged across the field, even the basketball players had stopped to watch me. I could tell they were probably saying obscene things about me, but I thought I was experiencing what Tiffany was hinting around to.
I found Tiffany back in our cell and told her what I had experienced. She said it was just part of it. She asked me why I waited on her hand and foot. She said if Mike was asking you to do all these things you would be upset, but you seem to do them for me without any quarrel. What is the difference? I said that I owed her. She smiled and said that I did owe her, but as far as I knew I owed Mike also. I thought about it and said that I didn’t mind doing things for her, it is not the same. She laughed and said that she dresses me up, makes me wait on her, give her back rubs, suck her dick, lick her ass, take her hand and dick up my ass. I think I probably treat you as bad or even worse than Mike did. I tell you who to fuck, when to fuck them, who to pay protection to, what to wear, how to wear it, when to be here and when to be somewhere else. I totally run your life, but you seem happy to let me. I told her I don’t know why I do this, you treat me better than Mike did. She said it is desire, you and most everyone here on this compound desires me. She said that most women have this same power, but not all of them know it. The ones that do know it, don’t know how much power they have. Women are brought up being desired by men, so most of them don’t even realize it is a power. A guy would be happy to have more than one girl desire him, he would think he is king. A halfway decent looking woman has almost half the population desiring them and they don’t see it as a power. It is just the way it is. You have this power also, she said. You don’t know you do, but you do. You need to refine it, but you have it in abundance. Most of these guys would do anything for you, if they thought they could have you. The line to walk is to never promise more than you are willing to give. That is a very fine line. I give just enough to let people know I give, but when I give, I always get the better part of the bargain. Don’t worry, she said. I will teach you. It will be a long time before I decide that you don’t owe me anymore and in that time I will teach you.
She started teaching me the next day. We are going to the chow hall she stated the next morning. I asked her why and she replied that I needed to learn how to handle myself in public. She said first we need to put some makeup on you. She said you are white so you have to be careful how much you use. The trick is she said is to use enough so it brings out the highlight in your face, but not look like a whore. When we were done applying the makeup, you could tell I was wearing it, but just barely. My eyes looked more pronounced but not slutty. Walking to the chow hall she told me how to walk, she saw that I was trying too hard. She walked behind me until she thought I was close to having it right. Practice that walk, she said, Soon you won’t even realize you’re walking like that and it will look natural.
She returned to my side and held my hand as we walked. I felt a little self conscious holding her hand and walking across the compound and she noticed. She said that this heightens the desire everyone will have for you. She says that most guys have a fantasy of being with two women. When they see you holding my hand it will start fantasies in their heads. Keep an eye on everyone as we walk, watch how many conversations turn to us. When we sat at our table I figured we would be surrounded with guys, but we only had a few even talk to us. No one sat with us, but everyone was looking at us. She reached across the table and would squeeze my hand occasionally and the attention we would receive was amazing. It was like everything she did was calculated.
Later that afternoon after work we met back at our cell. She had a guy she introduced me to. She told me that he was a tailor in his previous life and he was going to take my measurements. I said ok and she told him to lose the back pockets on all my pants. She told me to turn around and she grabbed the material on my pants that was touching my ass. She told the guy to look how my ass is round but petite. We would need the material to be tight so it looks as though its straining to hold this tight ass, and to bring the seam up to spread his cheeks apart. As for the front we would need it the same, so tight she said, as to show everyone that he doesn’t have anything there. I will teach him to tape, so it will look like he doesn’t even own a cock, she said with a giggle. I want the shirts tight also, she said, he has a no tit body, but I will make his nipples so hard that it will give him that sexy European look. Oh, she said, and 7 pair of panties. Yellow and pink if you can, I like those colors and I think they will bring out his eyes. The guy left and soon after she left saying that she had some things to do. Before she left she brushed a kiss on my cheek and let her braids touch my face. This gave me a stirring in my loins. Sometimes it hurt just to look at her.
I lay on my bed thinking of how my life had changed. I guess you could say I was happy. I thought how can that be? I have a guy who basically owns me. This is exactly what I wanted to avoid. Tiffany tells me what to and when to do it in all aspects of my life. Mike ruled me and made me do what he wanted, but Tiffany owns just about every move I make. I don’t know why, but I wanted her to own me. These emotions were very confusing but I knew that for certain, I wanted her to own me.
Later that night after supper I asked her when it would be my turn to fuck her. She laughed that kind of giggle she had and said that I would never fuck her. She said she would never give me head, or be the female in our relationship in any shape or form. It is quite ok for you to fantasize about it as much as you want though, she said with that giggle. You are mine she said and I am going to mold you as I see fit. I will never force you to do anything, you can leave whenever you please. But as long as you are sleeping in this cell, you are mine. You will continue to clean the cell, make our beds, serve me my food and clean up afterwards and your reward will be to please me sexually, again with the giggle. Do you have a problem with any of this, I hope not she said because there is more you need to learn (giggle).
That night she said she had some tools for training. I asked her what she meant by tools? She took out two clothes pins and told me that I needed to wear these on my nipples every night for an hour. She explained that I would lose a little sensation, but the result would be larger nipples and permanent nipple hard-on’s. This is extremely sexy she said and guys will go nuts to be able to flick them with their tongues. Second she pulled one of those balloons that you can tie into animals. The balloon was 4 balloons thick and filled with flour until it was about 7 or 8 inches long and about 1 ¼ inch thick. She explained that this is used to teach me muscle control. First she said you will want to be able to squeeze this so hard that it just about breaks in two. Once you have this mastered, you will need to be able to move it in and out of your ass with just your muscles. You can’t just push it out like you would poop (giggle) she said, you need to do this with your muscles. The reason for this is the desire thing we spoke of earlier. She said, you don’t want to give yourself away to everyone, just a few. You want those few to tell everyone how incredible you are. A few stories like this going around the compound and every guy who isn’t a complete homophobic will want you and be willing to give or do anything for you. Power! She said. Plus (giggle), I want you to be able to please me better than anyone ever has.
Ok, she said. This is going to hurt. She placed the first clothes pin on my nipple, not where I expected. She squeezed my nipple as close to the clothes pin’s spring as possible. This gives it the most pressure. I cried out in paid and told her that I couldn’t take it. She said stop it you sissy, I know it hurts, but you can handle it. She placed the second one on and I thought I was going to die. After 20 minutes she finally said I could take them off. Taking them off was almost as painful as putting them on. They throbbed for what seemed like hours. She said it would be an hour tomorrow night and to suck it up. Later she lubed the balloon up and slid it up my ass. I took to squeezing it pretty easy. I would squeeze then let go, she would pull it out a little to examine how much I had indented it and we repeated this process for an hour. By the time we were done, I felt like I had been fucked by a horse.
She said I did ok for the first time but would need much more practice before I would be able to move it up or down by myself. Now she said it is time to learn to give head. You have to make the guy believe that his cock is mighty. You need to worship it when you give head or the trick is to make him believe that you are worshiping his cock. She sat down and pulled out her cock and said let’s see you give head. I grabbed her cock and slowly and sensually I put it in my mouth. She started giggling, and asked me if I thought that was sexy. Ok, I will teach you how to give someone a real orgasm. First, don’t touch me with your hands at least not yet, look at it with yearning. Now slowly move over it and breath on it, now inhale it. Let your hair brush across it, softly blow on it. Now let it touch your face gently, start from the bottom and rub your face up the shaft, letting the friction force your bottom lip out. Good now gently kiss it, breath on it again and kiss softly around the head. Good she says now again slowly rub your face up the shaft letting the friction pull you bottom lip out, good now when you get to the top look into my eyes and smile, make sure it’s an evil smile. By this time it should be as hard as mine is now and hopefully there is a small amount of precum coming out the tip. If not continue doing what I said and occasionally look into my eyes. When you can either feel or taste precum at the top then move up the shaft again letting your bottom lip drag and take your tongue and gently lick the precum off. Now you can use your hands. Very gently take my balls in your hands and lick them gently continuing up the shaft to the top. Do it again and use a little pressure this time, if I am getting turned on, you will be drawing the precum out the tip. If it is plentiful, let it get on your top lip and look in my eyes while you use your tongue to lick it off. Very good she said. Now take your tongue and lick around the head. The head is the most sensitive spot and you need to be gentle here. Good she said, now as you go around the head, you need to end up climbing up the tip with your tongue. MMM she said, very good. Now take your tongue to the bottom of the shaft and lick upwards, yea that’s it. When you get to the top, cover the head with your mouth and suck back off and end kissing it. Do this 4 or 5 times. Now take my entire cock down your throat until you gag. This will make the receiver think he is huge, no matter what his size. Good she says, looks like we will have to continue your lesson another time, now it’s time to get me off. I took her deep over and over again, until I could feel her jerk and blow in and on my mouth. When she pulled her cock out of my mouth I used my tongue to find the rest of the cum and swallowed it. That was a good first lesson. I think I am going to enjoy teaching you (giggle)
The next night I was able to go 40 minutes with the clothes pins. She made me use the balloon again until I was cramping in the side of my ass. We also continued with the head lessons. The third night she said we were going to do everything at once. This way I can’t focus on the pain. I had clothes pins on my nipples, the balloon up my ass and after a half hour she made me go through giving her head again. She kept telling me to squeeze and instructing me on giving head. I was able to last over an hour with the clothes pins that night. The next day my wardrobe was ready. I didn’t think I was going to be able to get the pants on. First she taped me so tightly my balls hurt. She put the soft and silky panties on me and then she told me to put the pants on. I had to lie down on the bed and wiggle for 5 minutes before I actually had them on. Once they were on the buckle was easy to fasten, but I didn’t think I could sit down. She had me squat with my legs spread to loosen them to my figure, were her words. When she was satisfied she brought me into the bathroom to see. They were like a second skin except for the seam that pushed up my crack. The seam separated one cheek from the other and made my ass stick out. She said that it looked inviting now. She seemed excited to go out on the compound and show me off. After putting on some makeup we set out hand in hand, walking out to the track. She sent me around the track by myself to see what kind of looks I would get without her. I need to say this, I never wanted or do I want to now be a woman, but the looks, smiles and attention I was getting was intoxicating. I couldn’t help but get turned on, and the more I got turned on, the more people gave me attention. By the time we went back to the cell I was ready for anything.
I think she knew this because after we ate she left and came back with Apache. She told me we were going to try some of what I learned on him. She left me alone and told me to get ready (shower, shave, douche, makeup and perfume) She came back after with Apache. She moved over to me and did that light kiss on my lips that she was so fond of and reached in my shirt to place the clothes pins on. She told me that this is training and we won’t go into what you should do before you let a guy fuck you. Just lay down on the bed on your stomach. Apache, she said, lay on Society and push your cock in her. Don’t fuck her, just put it inside of her. He was happy to oblige. When he was inside me she told me to squeeze him. I did and he moaned. Keep it up Society she said and I did, over and over again until she saw that Apache wasn’t going to stay still anymore. She told him to get off me and sit on the bed. Now she said he is primed and you can give him head. I went down and did what we had been practicing. After going up his shaft with my face the first time, I found a large amount of precum waiting on the top. I figured he was ready and I put his cock down my throat. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed himself into my throat. I gagged, but not as bad as I thought I would. I could tell by his moaning that he was close, I bobbed and sucked and kissed until he blew his load in my mouth. The whole time Tiffany was giving me instructions. She giggled when he came in my mouth and told me to sensually clean finish cleaning his cock with my tongue while looking in his eyes. When we were done, she told me not to touch the clothes pins. To be honest I forgot I had them on. She asked Apache what he thought, and he told her that she was a perfect instructor. When will you need me again, he asked? I will let you know when I will need you again. You can leave now thank you, she said. She made me keep the clothes pins on my nipples for an extra half hour. When they came off I thought I would cry, but she kissed them and told me it will only hurt for a few minutes.
Later that night she caught me trying to masturbate and jumped out of bed to ask me what I thought I was doing. I was embarrassed but I told her I was so fucking horny from everything that happened that day. Her giggle again, she told me, you are not allowed to get off without my permission. Being horny makes you desirable. When you are horny, you unconsciously let everyone know you are horny. You think you are getting attention now, wait a few weeks and see how much attention you get then. A few weeks I said, by that time I will blow up. I have to room with you remember and looking at you makes me horny never mind everything else. She giggled again and said, don’t worry, you will be touching me. As a matter of fact why don’t you give me a message, I like it when you go from my neck to my feet. You can spend a little extra time in the middle (giggle). When I was done I would have done anything just to get off, but I didn’t.
Tiffany was right, over the next few weeks I found myself flirting with guys every chance I could. My nipples grew 3 times the normal size and they were permanently hard. During this time she I achieved bringing the balloon up my ass, but couldn’t bring it out without pushing. She taught me how to fuck properly. Everything from the proper stance to how much to sway my hips. She taught me when to use my ass muscles and when not to. She showed me how to straddle a guy and look sexy doing it and how much talking to do during the fuck. She said guys are visual creatures with egos. You need to stroke the cock, look good doing it and stroke the ego all at the same time. You need to make sure that what he tells everyone else is as impressive or more impressive than your performance. Sometimes she would use herself as the guy or if she wanted to see what I looked like while not in the moment she would bring Apache in. She would make me belly dance to music so I could keep a good rhythm when I was getting fucked. She would make me do striptease for her giving me instructions all the while. The one thing she wouldn’t do is let me get off.
When I could finally move the balloon up and down in my ass and (still not down very good) she thought that I was graceful enough during sex did she decide that I should start turning a few tricks a week. She told me that she wasn’t that concerned about my paying her back, but if something happened to her, I would need to be able to be comfortable finishing my time. She said that she would pick the guys first, so I could see what to look for in a john. You need to be picky she said. You want someone who will be happy to have a tumble with you. You don’t want someone who thinks that after they fuck you they own you. You can tell this by flirting with them, draw them out, get them talking about how they do their time and how they think it would be better. Do they think the occasional time with you would be make their time better or are they thinking you would make a great addition to their cell. You are young, not only in age, but you are easily gamed. Your biggest lesson you need to learn now is how to be street smart, or should I say jail smart. I know you flirt with some of the guys out on the basketball courts and that needs to stop. Not because I am jealous or anything of that nature, but because people will kill for you. If they thought they could get by me and Apache, they would claim you. No more flirting until you know how.
The night came when I was to meet my first customer since my training had begun. Tiffany had drilled into my head all day, seduction she said, remember everything you have learned. That night Tiffany came over and whispered in my ear, she told me to touch her ass. I was more than happy to, then she said kiss my neck and I started to kiss her neck. I started from the back and was working on the front when she grabbed my face and kissed me hard. She was turning me on so bad. I could feel my cock trying to get out of its taped bonds. She abruptly stopped and told me to take that passion with me tonight.
Tiffany met him at the door and said she had already worked out for a look out, plus Gerrad the guard was on and he didn’t care about anything. When she left I offered him a drink and sat down next to him, very close. I put my hand on his knee and asked him what he enjoyed. He laughed and said a little suck and finish off in my pretty ass. I was wearing a tight shirt and panties. He had on a pair of boxers. I had to lean over him to turn on some music and asked him if he wanted me to dance. I knew he had to have gotten a whiff of the perfume in my hair. He said that he would like that. I danced and swayed my hips and ass, brushing him lightly with my ass. I stood him up (he was tall) and I started using his legs as strippers poles. By the time the first song was over, his cock was peeping out the top of his boxers. I have had a lot and I mean a lot of johns. This was the first time I was really getting into it. I ended my dance on my knees in front of him. I looked him in the eyes and slowly pulled his cock out of his boxers. He had an average cock for a black guy, about 8 inches. It was relatively thick. What was surprising was the size of the head on it. It didn’t even look like it belonged. He was really hard, it barely moved when I pulled it out. I figured that since he was standing I would tickle his balls with my tongue. I touched them lightly, then I moved completely under him and licked from the back all the way to the front. I spread them with my tongue, then looked into his eyes and gave him my evil smile. I sat him down and began worshiping it. I was getting into it so much that I didn’t notice until I got to the tip, how much precum was pooled there. I made sure it got on my upper lip and looked him in the eye as I lick it off with my tongue. I smiled and moaned. I wanted to spend more time there, but I could tell that he was super turned on and needed me to move on. I stood up and danced some more in front of him and he started to grope at me. He was squeezing my ass, running his hand up my smooth legs and telling me he ached when he looked at me. When I was facing away from him, he pulled my panties down. The hit kit (hair grease) was already on the bed so he lubed his dick and started to finger me. When he put his finger in me, I squeezed like I did with the balloon. That seemed to really turn him on. He lowered me onto him and I felt a jolt of pain as the head penetrated me. I moaned softly which turned him on. I could tell because he pushed me down on him roughly. When my ass had all of him in me, I started to sway my hips and use the up motion with my ass muscles (remember I wasn’t very good with the down motion) He was moaning loud, I was a little scared that it was too loud, but I was in the moment and I began moving to the music up and down and gently side to side. To be honest I don’t believe he lasted another 30 seconds but who was counting at this point. I can remember his leg muscles at this point. They became so tight, I could see the definition and ripple of every muscle. I knew he was going to cum. I stopped moving up and down and finished him using the muscles in my ass. I don’t know if it was because I was so turned on or if he just had super hot cum, but when he got off I could feel every warm gush that was going into me. I shivered with excitement. When he was done he eased me off his cock, like it was super tender. I complied and grabbed the damp washcloth I had put on the locker next to the bed. Wrapping it around the base of his cock I put minimal pressure and moved up. This was cleaning the grease off his dick and pushing the remaining cum out, by the time I got to the head a glob of cum was sitting there. I gave him that evil smile and said may I? He just smiled and I took the tip of my tongue and gently licked it off him. I savored it like it was a piece of German chocolate. He said you really are a freak, huh? He said that was really great. He thanked me and left.
Tiffany came in as soon as he was out the door. She told me she was watching and I had really turned her on. She told me to lay on the bed with my legs together real tight. I did what she said. She pulled out her cock and started to stroke it looking at me. I told her I would be more than happy to take care of her also. She said stay right where you are. I did and she stroked it a little faster. She said ok now, push that cum out of your ass. I pushed and I could feel the hot cum pooling in the crease where my ass and leg met. It began running down my leg. She quickly moved over to my face and I opened my mouth and she came. I can’t explain it, not to this day can I explain it, but it was like the feeling you get when your body releases adrenaline. When she came in my mouth the pleasure feeling was so intense I felt dizzy. I told myself later it must have been because I was so turned on by pleasing her. But like I said, I don’t know why that happened. I don’t know if any of you have ever done any drugs before, but the first high always becomes the one you chase. Till this day, I have not been able to reproduce that feeling. End of part 6

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