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SEVEN MONTHS WITH MARIE: PART TWO

Foreword: So, I sent Marie the link to the first story and she loved it! She said she can’t wait to see which story about her I write next. She asked if I was going to write one particular event which I hadn’t planned on sharing, but she thinks I should. I told her that that story was really more hers than mine so she has volunteered to write it herself. I told her to go for it and I’d post it, so that will be coming later. For now though, here’s what happened next.
Seven Months With Marie- Part Two
Summer 2004
Marie and I had been dating for a few weeks and I could not have been happier. It was Saturday and I had the day off. Unfortunately, Marie was working. I looked out my window and saw that Karen (My landlady and co-worker whom Marie and I had had a threesome with) was home, so I got dressed and walked over.
I knew Marie was only working the lunch shift and would get off around 3pm and I couldn’t wait. I knocked on Karen’s door and she invited me in. Karen offered me a Bloody Mary as I walked through the kitchen. “Sure.” I happily accepted as I saw Alexis (the bartender from the Tiki Hut who looked like a lesbian) sitting on the couch drinking a Bloody Mary of her own.
“Beach sex guy!” she shouted. “Do you remember me?”
“Of course. You work at the Tiki Hut right?” I answered.
“Among other things.” Karen answered for her as she handed me my drink.
“Karen was telling me that you guys had a pretty wild night.” Alexis said. I was surprised that Karen had shared that information with anyone. Maybe Karen wasn’t as private a person as I had thought.
“You told her about that?” I asked Karen as I sipped my drink.
“Well, I had some questions.” Karen answered. “I had never been with a girl before, but Alexis here has plenty of times.”
So I looked at Alexis and asked the Politically Correct question. “So you’re gay?” I didn’t really need to ask. Alexis had a beautiful face. Her hair was brown and very short. Her body was thin and muscular. She had almost no tits to speak of (which I actually found kind of hot) and she was generally sort of masculine.
“Guilty.” She answered.
I turned my focus to Karen. “So now you’re wondering if you’re gay?”
“No, no. Nothing like that. I love guys too much to be gay. I was just telling her that I did really enjoy being with a woman too.” Karen finished.
Alexis then butted in “I think I’m the only lesbian that Karen knows, so she thought that I was going to have some kind of magical answer like the wizard of Oz or something.” I had to laugh at that. Alexis was funny and I enjoyed her openness.
Karen clearly didn’t want to be the center of attention. She sat down next to Alexis and looked at me. “So how is everything going with Marie?”
“Better than great!” I answered. “She’s smart and hilarious. I don’t ever feel like I have to slow things down with her. Then there’s the sex which is just ridiculous.
“How so?” Alexis asked.
“Well, I guess I’ve always had a pretty healthy appetite when it comes to sex. I suppose you already heard about our little adventure with Karen here. It’s just incredible. It seems like she’s up for just about anything. She’s totally nuts like me and I can’t get over it. We’ve only been dating for a couple of weeks and we’ve already done so many things together, and a lot of it was her idea. She’s just too awesome.” I rattled.
Karen and Alexis both sat on the edge of the couch, staring at me. “Like what kind of stuff?” Alexis prodded.
“Okay.” I said looking at Karen. “Do you remember that party at Reed’s last weekend?” Karen nodded. I looked at Alexis. “Reed lives on the inter-coastal and has a little dock behind his house. Anyway, during the party, she took me out there and we ended up stripping down and having sex right there on the dock as boats were going by!”
The girls were listening intently. “The next day, we went over to her sister’s house for lunch. We were only there for about five minutes before Marie took me into the bathroom for a quickie.” I had their undivided attention. “Just last night, I took her out to dinner. On the way home, she stripped completely naked in the car and gave me a BJ all the way home, and then when we got there, she didn’t even bother getting dressed before she got out of the car and ran inside my house. She’s so wild, I just love it! I really met my match.
Alexis took a sip of her drink. “You sound pretty happy, but it also sounds like it would be hard to keep up with her.” I had never thought of that. She was right. I was going to have to step up my game.
Marie called me when she got off of work and invited me over. I was so excited that I am pretty positive I broke several traffic laws on my way there. I knew she wanted sex. That was the best thing about being with her. There was never any pretense and hardly ever any foreplay really. She was like me. An animal.
I got to her house and found the front door unlocked, so I let myself in. I found her in her bedroom sitting nude on her bed. Her long dark hair fell over her shoulders and down her back. The afternoon light coming through the window bathed the edges of her body in an orange glow and she looked like something out of an old detective movie. She was smiling and she had something in her hand. It was a small bottle filled with clear liquid. “Take off your clothes.” she politely suggested.
I slowly disrobed in front of her and stood next to the bed. She popped open the top of the bottle and poured some of the liquid into the palm of her hand. My cock was already as hard as it could get. She closed the bottle and dropped it beside her and I read the label. “Astro-Glide.” (I had never actually used ‘lube’ before, but let me tell you
WOW! If you’re using lotion or whatever, do yourself a favor and go get some of this stuff. It’s AMAZING) She reached up toward my eager shaft with her hand cupped so as not to spill any of the liquid. She then placed her palm on the underside of my cock and wrapped her fingers around my cock. She then spread the lube all over me and slowly began to stroke me. The sensation was unbelievable. I stared down at her and watched her eyes as she studied each movement of her wrist. She looked so thoughtful and it made my heart bounce in my chest. Then she looked up at me and very seriously asked “Has anyone ever told you that you have a beautiful cock?”
I immediately remembered the evening when Kasia had told me I had a ‘pretty dick’ and couldn’t help but laugh at the memory. “I have actually heard something like that before.” I smiled. You should know I don’t have the world’s biggest dick or anything. On a good day I am a little over 6 inches, hard, but I will say it is pretty wide. Apparently though, it is asthetically pleasing to some.
“It’s beautiful.” She said. She seemed to be in a little trance, just staring as she slowly stroked it. What kind of stuff do you think about when you jack off?” she asked.
“Honestly, for the past few weeks, I’ve only thought about you. Of course, you’ve kept me so busy that I’ve barely had the need.”
“That’s sweet.” She said. “So what did you used to think about?”
I never felt the need to lie to her. I felt safe telling her everything. I had never really had that kind of connection with anyone. She stared into my eyes and kept softly stroking my cock as I told her all about the threesomes I had had with Belinda and Marcela. I told her about living with Belinda and Kasia and how the three of us had also shared a bed. She asked me for details and I gave them to her. There was never an ounce of judgment or jealousy. Only fascination.
“Do you only think about the past? Do you ever imagine things? Fantasize about people that you know?” she asked.
“I guess not.” I answered. “I’ve watched a lot of porn, but it pales in comparison to my memories.” I said. “Why? What do you think about?”
Her hand slid up and down my cock. “When I finger myself?”
“Yeah.” I moaned.
“All kinds of things.” She answered. “If I see a cute guy at the grocery store, I might think about him. A cute girl at the gym. Whatever really.”
Normally I would have felt threatened by that, but she had allowed me to be completely honest and I owed her the same respect. I could understand her. I was really only curious. “Do you ever think about other people when we have sex?” I asked.
“No.” she paused. “Well sort of, but not how you might think.”
“How then?” I moaned as she tightened her grip on my cock.
“I imagine you fucking my friends.” She answered.
“Really?” I asked. “That’s so hot. Which ones?”
“All of them really. I imagine watching you fuck them. After that night at Karen’s, I just want to watch you fuck everyone I know. It might sound weird, but it’s always hotter in my mind if it’s with someone I know.”
I was getting really hot by then. She was quickening her pace and her hand felt wonderful on my cock. “What else do you fantasize about?” I asked, hoping to get more juicy images in my mind.
“Well, sometimes, when we fuck and it gets really hot
” she trailed off.
“What?” I asked.
She hesitated for a moment and then continued. “I want another cock
 Or even three or four.” She said.
“Like how?” I asked.
“Like being gang banged.” She said. “I get really hot thinking about sucking your cock while some other guy fucks me really hard. Or maybe you fucking me in the ass while he fucks my pussy and I can feel you both inside me.”
At first, I was not really into this line of thinking, but as she jacked me off and I imagined what she was saying in my mind, it actually started to turn me on even more. “Yeah.” I decided to go with it. “And while I fuck your ass and some other dude fucks your pussy, there’s another guy ramming his cock down your throat?”
“Oh yeah.” She moaned as she jerked my cock. “I want to know what it feels like to be used like a little fuck toy.” She said as she jerked me even faster. “Have a big fat cock like yours in every hole.” She continued. I was panting heavily by then and she knew I was going to cum soon. “And at the end, just be surrounded and every time I turn my head I get another cock forced into my mouth.” I threw my head back. “And then everyone takes turns cumming all over me until I’m just dripping wet.” She finished.
The visual I had in my mind of her being so completely dirty sent me flying past the edge and I felt my body jerk and my knees go slack as I shot a huge load all over her face. She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. My cum went everywhere. Into her hair, on her face and down her neck. It was literally dripping off of her chin. “God, you’re so fucking dirty!” I moaned. “I love it!”
She went to the bathroom and came back with her face clean and wiped my cock off with a T-shirt. I had so much to think about that my mind was going ape shit. I woke up at her house the next day and realized I had to go to work. She had the day off though so I knew I wouldn’t see her again until probably after midnight.
All night at work, I thought about all of the things she had told me. I went over all the fantasies that she had recounted as I waited my tables. I had to force myself to stop thinking about it a few times because I could feel an erection developing. I finally reached the end of my shift and couldn’t wait to be back with Marie. I called her as soon as I got off. She sounded drunk on the phone. I wanted to be drunk too. She told me she was at her friend Michelle’s house and then I heard her ask Michelle if it was cool if I came over. Michelle was obviously drunk too. I heard her yell “Fuck yeah! And tell him to bring his beautiful donger too!”
“Shut up dummy.” I heard Marie whisper/giggle.
Michelle also worked at the restaurant. She and Marie were very close friends and when they got together they loved to party and they partied hard. As I drove over, I figured that Marie had gotten drunk and told Michelle about how pretty she thinks my dick is. She must’ve also shared a story or two about how sexually adventurous we had been together. Michelle had developed a reputation for being somewhat permiscuous around the restaurant. Marie had even told me that they had made out once when they were partying together. Michelle wasn’t bad to look at. She was tall and had medium length dirty blond hair. I’m not sure exactly how long it was because she always kept it in a pony tail. She was thin and very tan. I got the impression that she spent most of her days off lying on the beach. I was beginning to form a plan.
When I arrived, I could hear them laughing from outside. Yes. They were definitely drunk. Marie had this casual way of talking about sex that made people let their guard down. I imagined she had already laid most of the groundwork for me. I approached the door and stood outside and just listened for a few minutes. When the laughter finally subsided, this is what I heard.
Michelle: I’ve totally heard stories about Karen, but I didn’t think she was that crazy! Holy shit!
Marie: She was totally into it. I think she has a thing for him, but I’m not really worried.
Michelle: If she thinks his dick is as pretty as you seem to think it is, maybe you should be.
Marie: Right? I can totally get him to show it to you. He doesn’t give a fuck. He’s awesome.
Michelle: Even if I did want to see your boyfriends dick, WHICH I DON’T, it would only be out of curiosity. Facts are facts Marie! Dicks are NOT pretty! HAHA!
That was my cue. I knocked on the door. “Come in!” I heard them say in unison. All I could think about was how Marie had told me that she fantasizes about watching me fucking her friends. This was a very rare opportunity and I was not going to miss it when it knocked.
“I’m sorry, but did I just hear you say that ‘dick’s aren’t pretty?” I asked, smiling as I closed the door behind me. Both girls started laughing hysterically.
“I hope you don’t mind baby, but I told Michelle that you have the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen. Her contention is that dick’s CAN NOT be attractive.”
Michelle butted in “Don’t get me wrong though. I love dicks. They’re functional, but I’ve never seen one that was actually pleasant to look at. If anything they’re kind of funny looking. No offense.”
“None taken.” I said as I walked into the kitchen. “Can I grab a beer?”
“I don’t have any beer, but you’re welcome to whatever you can find in there.” Michelle answered.
I began to make myself a rum and coke. “Dicks don’t really look funny to me, but I guess that’s because I’ve had one my whole life.” I shouted from the kitchen. I walked back into the living room, drink in hand, and finished “But I’ve never thought of them as ‘pretty’ either.”
“Baby, if you thought dicks were pretty, we probably wouldn’t be dating.” Marie laughed. “But I totally think you have a beautiful wiener.” She finished before sipping her drink.
“Well, I like it.” I said smiling.
“Michelle thinks I’m crazy!” Marie pouted. “Can you just show her?”
Michelle was watching and laughing. “I am not a piece of meat!” I shouted pretending to be hurt.
“Please just keep your dick in your pants.” Michelle laughed. I knew the timing wasn’t right yet. I was still sober and they weren’t. If I made a move then or did anything too bold, it would be out of character and I could have this whole opportunity blow up in my face. I looked at my drink.
“You guys got a huge head start on me. I hope you don’t mind if I try and catch up.” I said as I chugged my drink. Marie and Michelle both hooted as I finished it and headed to the kitchen to make another. When I returned, I brought my drink and also the bottle of rum with me. I took a chug from the bottle and sat it on the coffee table. “I have to side with Michelle on this one. Dick’s aren’t pretty. I’m glad you think mine is, but in general they’re just not attractive. Like, I think of boobs as being attractive. Looking at it purely from a design standpoint, they’re perfect. You have three concentric circles. Tits are like, nature’s bulls-eye.” They were both laughing as I continued my speech. I had them going now. “Plus there are two of them.” I continued. “And Marie has the best tits I’ve ever seen. If you want to show Michelle something beautiful, you should show her those.”
Marie was laughing too hard to take a drink. “I don’t think Michelle will get the same kind of satisfaction from my tits as you do.”
“Probably not.” I smirked as I took another big chug from the bottle.
I kept drinking and refilling their drinks too. I had been there for about an hour and we were playing ‘Never have I Ever.’ Basically, the rules are: You go in a circle. When it’s your turn, you say “Never have I ever—“ and then you say something risque that you have done. If anyone else has done it, you have to take a drink. We were all good and drunk by then and I decided to make my move.
I knew that most women have been told more than once that they had a pretty pussy. It’s a pretty common fact that most straight men think that they are pretty. It was my turn to play and I made my move. “Okay. Never have I ever been told by more than one person that I had ‘attractive’ genetalia.” I said as I took a swig of my drink.
Just as I expected, both girls drank. Then Michelle looked at me and asked, “So someone besides Marie told you that?”
“Yep.” I said proudly.
“Okay, okay. Fine.” Michelle drunkenly smiled. “Let me see it.”
“Seriously?” I asked trying not to appear eager. “I’m afraid it’s been built up too much. I don’t think I can live up to the hype.”
Marie put her hand on my thigh. “Come on, just show her. Even if she doesn’t think so, I still do.”
Here was the crucial part. In order for this to be more than just me flashing them, I had to do it the right way. I had to get Marie turned on. If I just stood up and pulled it through my fly, it might just seem like a strange piece of meat to them. I had to be bold and take it a step further.
“Okay, I’ll do it.” I said and I rose from the couch and stood in front of them. Marie smiled like a child and Michelle chuckled a little. Instead of just pulling it out, I pulled my shirt up and dropped it on the floor. Then slowly, and maintaining eye contact with Michelle, I unfastened my belt. I popped the button and unzipped my fly and then pushed my shorts and underwear all the way down to the floor. I stood up straight and put my fists on my hips. “So that’s it.” I said.
They were both staring at it. I didn’t yet have an erection, but I was aroused. My cock had grown fat and heavy so it appeared a bit bigger than it normally might’ve. Marie smiled. “Well?…”
Michelle broke off her gaze to look at Marie. “Okay. It is nice. I don’t know if I’d call it beautiful, but it is pretty nice.”
I made no attempt to pull up my shorts. I needed Marie to get worked up, so I just stood in front of them, basically dangling it in her face. Both their eyes went back to it and just stared for a moment. Then Marie said “You have to see it hard.” I loved Marie. She could take something so devious and make it sound so innocent.
“Okay.” Michelle smiled. They kept staring at it.
After a moment I confessed “Well, I can’t just ‘make it’ hard.”
“Do you want me to talk dirty?” Marie asked.
“Okay.” I said.
Marie was on a mission. She didn’t hold back for Michelle’s sake. “I want to put your cock in my mouth and just hold it in there and feel it getting harder and harder. Then I want to spit all over my hand and jerk you off.” I could feel the blood beginning to pulse down there, but I tried to hold it back. Marie loved a challenge and I planned to give her one. The rum helped, but only so much. I thought about baseball, or movies. Anything to keep from getting hard too fast. I needed things to escalate. “I want you to rub that fat cock all over my face. I want to feel you deep in my pussy and feel your balls banging against my asshole.” Think earned run averages.. Think runs batted in. Think. Think.
I heard Michelle say “Damn Marie. I knew you had a dirty streak, but fuck!” Now we were getting somewhere.
Marie looked over at Michelle and continued. I did my best to put on a mental block but it was tough. “Then I want to watch Michelle suck your cock.” Michelle’s eyes widened as she looked back to Marie. “I want you to grab the back of her head and fuck her throat.”
“Fuck.” Was all Michelle could get out.
Marie was really getting into it. I was about half way to being fully erect. The clock was ticking. I was counting on Marie to escalate things. She didn’t disappoint.
“I want Michelle to spit on my chest so you can fuck my tits.” She said as she lifted the front of her shirt. “Feel that fat cock slide between my tits.” She continued as she pulled the front of her bra down. When she let go of it, it pushed her perfect nipples upward and it looked so hot. There was no more fighting it, but it was okay. I was almost where I wanted to be. Michelle was looking at Marie’s tits by then and that was all the distraction I needed. My cock was completely hard and I reached up and started stroking it. Marie smiled and said “Yeah, Johnny. Stroke that fat cock.” Michelle’s eyes darted back to me and she saw me stroking my fully erect cock in front of them. She was dumb founded.
It was time to take charge. “Kiss her.” I commanded Marie. She grabbed Michelle’s head and turned it toward hers. With that she pushed her lips hard into Michelle’s and forced her tongue into Michelle’s mouth. Michelle didn’t resist a bit. She aggressively kissed Marie back as she stared at my cock from the corner of her eye before finally closing them and losing herself in the kiss.
I continued to jack off as I watched them kissing. I watched Marie get Michelle just as worked up as she was. I watched and waited for the right moment. Finally, it was time for my next bold move. I stepped closer to them as silently as I could. They both had their eyes closed. I stood between them and slowly leaned forward on the balls of my feet and slowly slid my cock in between their mouths.
Michelle’s eyes popped open, but Marie’s did not. Michelle looked at her, then up at me. We were both so into it, that Michelle went right back into it. They continued to kiss and lick each other’s lips as I gently rocked my hips and slid my cock in and out of their kiss. I finally left it there for a bit longer and Marie took the cue. She started to lick the side of my shaft in long strokes and Michelle watched and soon followed suit. Then Marie took me into her mouth and started blowing me. Michelle backed away and watched as Marie formed a tight ring with her lips and slid it up and down my shaft. “Fuck.” She whispered again. The plan was working, but the deal was not sealed yet. I had to push just a little bit further.
I pulled back and started jacking off again, and just as I had intended, Marie went back to kissing Michelle. I watched them kiss for a few minutes, just waiting for it. I knew Marie. I knew she would do something. I just didn’t know what. Then it happened.
I watched as Marie slowly raised her hand and placed it over Michelle’s breast. She lightly rubbed on it and Michelle moaned softly into her mouth. I waited until Marie felt Michelle’s nipple rise to her touch and found it with her fingertips and gave it a gentle tug. That was it. It was time.
I stepped toward Michelle and rubbed my cock against her cheek. Instinctually, like a baby when she feels her mother’s nipple, she turned her head and wrapped her lips around my cock.
She drew me deeper into her mouth and I knew we had crossed the threshold. Now it was just a matter of choosing a direction. We were all in and going for the ride. Marie looked up at me and bit her lip as she raised her other hand to Michelle’s other breast and began to deeply massage them through her tank top. Michelle was now sucking me in long deep strokes. Her mouth was wet and she was very slow and gentle. I watched as Marie’s face gave away her thoughts. She was going right where I wanted her to go.
She dropped down to her knees beside Michelle and reached for the elastic waistband of Michelle’s boxers. She then slipped her fingers under the elastic and gently eased them down. Michelle never broke her rhythm on my cock as she pressed her feet against the floor and raised her ass off of the couch just enough for Marie to pull off her shorts. She wasn’t wearing any panties. I looked down and noticed the dark triangle of trimmed pubic hair between her legs. Once her shorts were out of the way, she sat back down and spread her legs. Marie knelt down by my feet and placed her hands on Michelle’s thighs as she leaned in and pressed her tongue against Michelle’s clit.
Michelle moaned onto my cock as a bolt of lightning shot through her body. Marie pressed her face harder into her mound as she quickened her strokes on my cock. Michelle’s mouth felt wonderful, but she was no match for Marie in the Blow Job department. I placed my hand on the back of her head and applied slight pressure as I rocked my hips a bit faster. Michelle was receptive and soon she placed her hand on the back of Marie’s head and pulled her into her harder.
I caught Marie stealing glances of Michelle sucking my cock and I could tell that it was really a huge turn on for her. I was trying to get Marie to take the lead. I knew about her fantasies and I wanted her to push them on us. My plan was working.
Finally Marie pulled away from Michelle’s pussy and looked up at us. She sat down next to Michelle on the couch and gave her pussy a few last rubs with her fingers as she said. “I want to watch Johnny fuck you.”
I took a step back and Michelle stood up and took her shirt off. I pulled her into me and kissed her hard. I reached up and massaged her breast as Marie stood up and took off her own top and then her bra. I then laid Michelle down on the couch and climbed on top of her. Marie took off her shorts and panties and sat down on the floor, spreading her legs as I guided my cock into Michelle.
“Fuck that pussy.” Marie goaded as I pushed deep inside of Michelle. Marie wet two of her fingers in her mouth and slipped them into her pussy as she watched me fuck Michelle. Michelle began to moan louder and louder as I followed Marie’s every command. “Fuck her baby. Fuck her hard.” Marie was then rolling her nipple between her fingers and pulling on it violently. “Bury that cock in her little pussy.”
I was pounding Michelle furiously and she was loving it. Moaning so loud I was afraid her neighbors might call the cops. I watched her face tighten up as her breasts bounced with each thrust. I looked over at Marie and found her rubbing her clit faster than I had ever seen her do it before. Her face twisted in knots as she would occasionally slip two or even three fingers deep inside of herself before pulling them out and violently rubbing at her clit again. “Yeah! Yeah! Oh, Fuck that pussy!” she was shouting.
It has been my experience that most women cum a lot faster when they are on top. I could tell that I wasn’t going to last much longer, and I definitely needed Michelle to orgasm if there would ever be a shot of a repeat of the night’s events, so I pulled out of her and plopped down on the floor, pulling her along with me. I pulled her thigh across my lap with her facing Marie and lowered her onto my cock. I grabbed hold of her hips and began thrusting deep inside her again and made sure that she could see everything that Marie was doing and that Marie had a clear view of us as well. It had to be perceived and remembered as a shared experience.
Michelle really started to get into it and was riding me vigorously. We both watched Marie as she rubbed her pussy faster and faster. I could tell that Marie would be cumming soon so I reached up and wrapped my arms around Michelle and squeezed her nipples as she bounced on my cock. That totally did the job for Marie, and we watched as her body shook and tiny squirts of white fluid dripped from between her fingers and down her asshole.
Michelle had found her rhythm by then and was getting close to cumming too. I flexed my hips upward and pushed my cock forward as far as I could in hopes of finding her G-spot. I think I did, because She screamed and I felt a warm gush of fluid surround my cock. She was a trooper though. She didn’t stop, but rather bore down and tightened her inner muscles around me and grinded harder and harder until I knew I was going to spew.
“I’m cumming!” I shouted into the night as I pulled her off of me and stood up as quickly as I could. I grabbed my cock and started jacking off, using Michelle’s juices as lubricant. Marie clammered over to me and knelt in front of me as I jacked my cock. Michelle then stood by my side and slipped her hand under mine. I let go and Michelle began to jerk me as I kissed her and squeezed her tits. It did slow things down a bit, but she did an amazing job. After about thirty seconds, I was on the verge of climax again. “Fuck. Fuck!” I muttered as Michelle drew my load from me. We both stared down at my cock and Marie’s waiting face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. I sprayed my cream onto her face and into her mouth as Michelle stroked it out of me. She actually managed to get most of it into Marie’s mouth.
Once I was completely spent, Marie opened her eyes and closed her mouth. She smiled as Michelle and I both heard her swallow my jizz. She then picked up her shorts and wiped the rest of my cum off of her face before standing up and kissing Michelle.
When they broke apart, Michelle turned and leaned toward me. “You guys rock.” She said as she kissed me deeply. Then Marie and I kissed. I was on a role. I had only been with Marie for two weeks and had already had two threesomes, not to mention some of the best sex I’d ever had in my life.
The three of us sat around naked all night, drinking and talking dirty. We all had a good time and I felt confident that we would be visiting Michelle again. She was a part of it now, just like Karen was. My mind wandered. How far could I possibly take this? How far was Marie willing to go with me? How far was I willing to go with her? They were all questions that filled me with delight.
Before the sun came up, I got them to put on a little show for me while I jacked off. Then Michelle told us that she wanted to watch the two of us have sex. We never did sleep that night. We just hung out naked together pushing one another to go one step further. It was brilliant. I couldn’t wait until the next time the three of us got together. I was completely crazy about Marie and I knew she felt the same way about me. Yes indeed, I had definitely met my match.
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” Dad’s Fucking My Teacher “

Dad’s Fucking My Teacher
* Mrs. Clay had a secret. No one knew about it until
.. fate stepped in
.*
__My name is Kurt. I work at my dad’s very private club for people with money. I worked in the food side. The other side was a dark lounge for drinking. He had me start going over there to empty trash and clean up. I wasn’t really allowed to be there with alcohol being served. That Friday night I went over to do my duty’s when I noticed a woman at the bar. She was real pretty, but had on half dark glasses. Her black hair half covered her face and was long. She had on a black suit but real low cut. She had beautiful full cleavage that showed real good. She was smoking a cigarette. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was damn sexy looking. I couldn’t tell if she was watching me or not with those glasses.
I stalled and kept cleaning things, wanting to keep looking at her. I cleaned right in front of her
.and then
she smiled at me. She leaned her cleavage over real big and said real sexy but slurred: “What’s your name Kurt?”
She was drunk as hell and how did she know my name? She asked my name
 ‘and‘
.called me Kurt. WTF? I ask her: “How did you know my name was Kurt?” She giggled and said: “Never you mind about that, do you like my tits?”
I couldn’t say anything. My dad would kill me if I said ’Damn right I do’ to a customer like that
.so I just carefully smiled at her. She said in her slurred sexy voice: “Come here Kurt.”
I stood a little closer making sure no one was noticing us. “Would you like to kiss my tits Kurt?” and pulled my head towards her tits.
I jolted back and left the bar. Drunk women are crazy I thought
.but I kept thinking about those beautiful tits though. My face was an inch from them and her perfume
.
where had I smelled that perfume before? That triggered my memory, and things started to connect.
I waited and then peeked around to look at her again. She was gone. I ask the bartender about her. He said: “ She comes in every Friday night, gets drunk, and I call her a cab to take her home. That’s a wig, by the way and those half dark glasses, she hiding who she is for some reason.”
Bingo
.that triggered my memory. I knew who she was now, a teacher, Mrs. Clay I had in history class school. She always wore that perfume and that’s how she knew my name. She was one of the teachers all the guys talked about wanting to fuck. Well
..I was just going to keep this information to myself.
On Monday I went to her class as usual, history 
boring
..I studied her face
.yep that was her, now I could tell for sure. Now she had her natural light brown hair, and plain glasses and regular clothes. My plan was to say nothing and enjoy my secret information and fantasize about those tits of hers in my face. I made no eye contact with her. When class was almost over she came over and said boldly: “I want to see you after class.” Ooooo ..like I was in trouble.
Everyone left and she closed the door
and locked it. She sat me down by her desk. “Kurt, we have to talk. I just want to say that what you might have thought you saw last Friday night
.didn’t happen. OK? Can I trust you to never talk about it? A teacher has to be very careful with her reputation. She can get fired real easy for her public actions. Do you understand?”
I nodded my head yes.
“If you would do that for me, I would like to do some things for you. I think
you like my tits, don’t you.” I smiled. “I would like to give you a little sample of my ‘thank you’ right now
. Stand up.”
The door had no window in it and the room windows were up high. No one could see in. She took me over to the corner and hugged me real tight. She began to whisper in my ear. (“
Kurt, I like you. I’m not suppose to, but I do. I hope you like me too. I want you to feel my tits for me now,
. go ahead.”)
She opened her suit coat up and put my hands up under her sweater. Omg
there they were. Her ‘no bra’ tits I had dreamed about. She started breathing all weird as I felt her tits. She was going weird on me saying: (“..tell me how much you like them Kurt
..tell me how you’d like to kiss them and suck on them Kurt
tell me Kurt.”)
Well
.I sure did as she asked
. as long as she was letting me feel them. I said quietly: (“
.oh Mrs. Clay, your tits are so soft and wonderful, and I sure would like kissing your beautiful tits.”) She sure seemed to like that as she lifted her sweater up and put my face right in her cleavage.
(“Kiss them Kurt
kiss them hot, I know you want them
kiss them all over and lick them all you want
.lick and suck on my nipples, oh god yes
your doing beautiful Kurt
keep that up Kurt
”)
Mrs. Clay, (Jill)
It was working perfect. I had to be bold and lay it on heavy with Kurt. Kurt didn’t know my earlier life. I had hooked up with Kurt’s dad a while back. We ended up in his private office one night and we had an affair there. On Friday nights I would go in the back way and we had a torrid, hot, steamy affair.
I had found out my husband had a girl on the side and we were parting ways. I was very hot for his dad, Stan, he know how to fuck me real good.
We had to end it when my divorce started, and is still active with all the legal stuff. All I could do is disguise my looks from who I was and sit and drink every Friday night as I waited for my husband to move out.
I’m still waiting.
When I found out that Kurt was Stan’s son I slowly got aroused by him. He looked like his dad only younger and oh so sexy to me. I was closer to his age that his dad. When I saw Kurt in the lounge, I was pretty drunk and my urges for him got released. I have nice full tits, and when I saw Kurt eyeing them, I couldn’t hold back wanting him to fondle them. His dad loved them and he use to suck them so good before we had sex. It all came flashing back and I wanted them fondled by Kurt. I have nipples that are very sensitive and I can even have an orgasm when they are sucked and played with. Watching Kurt’s eyes made them hard and so ready to be sucked.
Now I had Kurt all picked out to suck and fondle my tits, and it was working. He was young and I knew the next thing he would want is to have sex with me
.and that’s just what I wanted too.
Kurt
..
She was acting kinda crazy, but I sure didn’t care. She was pushing her pussy right into my boner. I looked at the clock. “Mrs. Clay,
. I’m late for my next class, can you
. write me a note?” I said out of breath. She held my head and pulled it back. She smiled at me with a real sexy look. “Kurt, I’m a teacher. I’ll write you a note so you won’t even have to go to your next class.
This a free hour for me and we have 40 minutes left. You just do what I say and everything will be fine
.besides
.your in no condition to leave
just yet.” She shoved her hand down in my pants and felt my boner. In a flash she had my pants down and was on her knees. She was jacking my boner. “Hold still Kurt and let me get this down for you.” she said.
Jill


This was so risky!
but it got me hot doing it. A little preview wouldn’t hurt. I know he’ll cum quick and I need a good taste of his cum. I grabbed his young smooth ass and took his boner in my mouth. A few deep throats and he jolted. I squeezed his ass as his butt cheeks tightened up. His knees trembled and I got the shots of cum I wanted. Down my throat it went
.mmmm
all gone.
Poor Kurt’s eyes
they rolled back in his head as he held onto my head to keep from falling over. Five minutes left. I helped him put his pants back up and unlocked my door. I said loud: “If you don’t try harder, and concentrate, your going to fail this class!” He was in a daze as he tried not
to smile.
Now I had to plan a place for us and this would not be easy. My house and his house had people in them. He had to work nights and
..wait
.my classroom
it was the only place for us. I needed to change his schedule to give him a free hour the same as mine. The danger of doing this just made me all the more turned on to have sex with him right in the classroom.
It took a little talking but I got it all arranged. 10am to11am was now ’our’ time. That night I lay naked in bed, playing with my nipples and looking ahead to our first hour together. Being a teacher I was going to enjoy teaching him some very hot things to do sexually
.and he can teach me what the young set does for sexual pleasure
.
10 am, and my class filed out
.all but one. I barked: “Let me see your homework, Kurt.”
the other students thinking he was in trouble with me 
again. The door closed with the last student. I waited a little, then quietly locked the door. Here came my young man all excited with his sexy smile. I turned out the lights.
Kurt
.
My heart was banging in my chest as I slowly walked toward her. God she was sexy looking. She was smiling standing with her legs apart with a skirt on today. I backed her into our corner as she took some big breaths. She began acting weird again. She said quietly: “
Kurt…what are you doing?, are you so attracted to me you feel you must have me?
do you want to feel me, kiss me make love to me?
is that what’s your after?
tell me how bad you want me Kurt
tell me.”
I thought
OK, it’s one of her weird games again
so I told her
. “ Mrs. Clay
I wanted you since the first time I saw you.” She gasp and pulled my head to her cheek. I continued: “ You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen
I want you so bad
”
Well,
. that’s what she wanted to hear and up went her sweater. I felt her nipples and watched her lean her head back and moan real sexy.
Up came her skirt as she put my hand on her pussy. (“..Oh Mrs..” she whispered to call her ’Jill’. “Jill I love to feel your pussy
.all warm and wet
I must go kiss it now.”
She held my head as a went down on her. She was up against the wall with her legs spread wide apart. There was that aroma of her perfume
strong. I began to lick her pussy as she moved it up and down on my lips. She moaned so sexy each time I licked her clit.
Jill


My dad called me ‘wild child’ and ‘nympho’ when he caught me with porn in my computer. I wanted some of the action I saw there, hot, wild sex. My first and steady sex was an older guy and he fucked me rough and I like it. He was
,
let’s just say
‘a family member’. We would let the desire to fuck build up and up and then we would attack and fuck real hard and wild.
Now I had tapped into Kurt’s lust for me and released it. I was finally getting what I wanted. I was in for wild ride
..
Oh my
the youthful energy of Kurt’s tongue was making me weak. I slowly sunk to the rug. He stuck 3 fingers in my pussy and massaged it good. He was way better than his dad. He was pumped and becoming aggressive
.everything was becoming reversed. I became submissive to him. “
oh Kurt…baby
do you want to ’own me’?
do you want me that bad?
” I said. He began to undo his pants and get on top of me. He took his boner and moved it up and down on my pussy. He said: “Yes Jill, I ‘do’ own you now, you are mine and I have to fuck you.” Kurt said.
That sucked the air right out my chest. I liked this and his aggressive stance with me. “You have ravaged me Jill, I’m taking you to sexual heaven with me right now.” he said.
He held my wrists down and started putting his tongue deep in my mouth. I felt his boner shoved in me hard. I had to moan uncontrollably as he lifted my legs up around his back. He became my wild man, thrusting himself in me and kissing me like he couldn’t get enough of me. I jerked my wrists loose and put my arms around his neck. I could feel the climax of all climaxes coming up in me.
He fucked me hard, aggressively and deep with each thrust. I had never had a guy fuck me this wild before, and it was driving me ‘more’ wild. We were both going for the peak we both wanted. I squeezed my legs around him 
and my pussy clamped around his boner. He gave out a low growl and we both squeezed us with everything we had
then…it was like the world stopped. 

He moaned and I felt hot thrusting cum in me as I climaxed. We held each other so tight we trembled. I could feel and even hear the cum being blasted in me
.we just couldn’t stop fucking
and fucking
until we both went weak
and just held on tight
.squirming

——
Jill
..
It was Friday night. I sat at the bar as usual having a drink in my disguise. Kurt and I had a little plan set up. He clued his smiling dad in and I waited. When Kurt was doing his clean up duty’s behind the bar. I spoke to his dad:
“Stan honey, could you call me a cab?” I slurred, acting like I was totally drunk.
“No mam,
.. your to drunk to ride home in a cab, ‘Kurt‘
., take the lady home please and see that she gets into bed.”
Kurt tried not to smile and said: “Ok Dad“
We staggered out to the company’s plain white van and drove to a river front secluded location. The back of the van was filled with blankets and no windows.
I wanted to feel the driving lust he had for me. I wanted to see that youthful aggression come out and fuck me hard with it.
I taunted him.
In whispers I said: “Maybe we better wait Kurt.” He was already trembling undoing my buttons. “Someone might come by here and see us.” Some of my buttons went flying as he tore them off. He got all hyper. “Waiting is over Jill, your mine now and we’re going to take a little trip to cum land right now. I want you completely naked, not one earring, or piece of clothing. I’ve dreamed about your hot body completely naked and now I want to devour it.”
That’s what I wanted. To be taken by him and fucked hard. I taunted him even more: “But Kurt…I’m a teacher and if anyone
.”
Those were the last words spoken. He kissed me and his tongue fucked my tongue like two wild animals. I was naked, hot, trembling and my pussy was dripping. It was a real show down for us. Now I reacted how I felt.
I rolled him over on his back and grabbed his boner and shoved it in my pussy. Out came the moans, groans and animal sounds. I drove his boner in me a deep as it would go
..and again
.and again. He pinched my nipples so hard I orgasmed several times.
This was the kind of fucking I wanted.
Kurt
..
She was acting weird again, but only this time it was a very hot and sexy weird. I felt like I had a goddess on top of me and she was about to rape me
..well
 ok Jill, go for it. What a powerful woman she was. She was driving my boner in her to the max. She kissed me wildly and held my body real tight. I had no choice, I had to cum big.
I squeezed her nipples with one hand, felt her ass with the other and slipped a finger in her back hole. She yelled so loud my heart jumped
.that triggered my thrust upwards and I felt like all my cum shot out at once. Her pussy was tight, moving fast and she was biting my neck.
what a wild woman she was as we fucked ourselves crazy
..
She was like no other girl I’d ever been with before
as I just kept feeling her nipples and tits. I loved feeling her beautiful naked body. She just kept moaning low and fucking slow and deep
…
*Months later in the morning at Jill’s house.
“Kurt, I‘ll leave first, then you go out the back way
.now wait
Kurt
you’ve got that look in your eyes
.not now
please Kurt
..we’ll both be late for school
.Kurt…stop baby
you’ll mess up my hair and clothes
.mmmmm
not on the living room rug
.oh damn you
we’re going to be late again…mmmm
oh dam.. your taking mmmm advantage of me
Kurt
Oh my god
..
Oh Yes!
.deeper baby…. deeper!
”

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Goddess Swati

Swati is a forensic scientist who has always been in love with her husband and wanted him to achieve the highest order of milestone in his life. Here is a story of how she helps him by being a strict dominant goddess to him.

I fucked my best mate’s cousin

I fucked my best mate’s cousin
I just got my P-plats so I can now drive by myself now. My name is Dylan I’m only 17, my mate Lukas is 15 and his cousin Ashlee is 17 same as me, Ashlee is really hot She’s 5’9 long brown hair 34-DD and to top it all off a nice round ass, a really nice girl, bye the way Lukas is pommy but her lives in Australia and Ashlee is visiting from England
A couple of weeks ago I got a phone call from Lukas he said that his mum and dad and are in a jam and can’t pick up his cousin from the air-port, so he asked me if I could take him to the air-port to pick her up, I said yer why not. So I picked him up and then went to the air-port. When we go there we found out what gate she would arrive from (keep in mine I have never met her before that day). When the plane arrived Ashlee ran off the plane before everyone else, she saw Lukas and ran over to him and gave him a hug (you know the whole cousin crap). After the hug Lukas said: this is my mate Dylan and she said nice two meat you I’m Ashlee, then we got her bag’s and started heading to the car, as we were heading to the car Lukas court me checking cousin out Ashlee, he said: Dude you even think about her in that way I’ll kick you in head, I said sorry then we got in the car and headed off.
On the way back to Lukas’s house he realized he locked his house key’s in the house, so we went to my house till his mum or dad got home and it was about 12:30pm and they don’t get home till 6:00 pm, so we were at my place for a bit then Lukas remembered that he had to meet another mate at burger king so he walked there by him self because Ashlee was tired from the trip over here, or so he thought. So it was me and Ashlee bye our self, we were watching SpongeBob for a bit, then the most randomness thing happened, Ashlee said: Dylan I think you are really cute then she leant forward and kissed me, then she broke the kiss and lent back, I’m in shock think what the fuck is going on, then I snapped back and said fuck it so I leant forward and kissed her then started making out, (she was incredible i mean i have made out with a fair number of chick’s she was the best ).
We were making out for about 5 minutes, then i tried to push my luck and i took her top off and she complain, so we were still making out and I was playing with her tits and she was playing with my cock thru my jean’s, then we stopped making out and I started sucking on her nipple and she is still playing with my cock, then i stoped sucking on her nipple and she stood up (I throat i did something wrong )then she took her skirt off and she had no panties, she’s still standing there and a couple off word’s popped into my head and i said them “shaven haven” she looked at me and smiled i looked down i have a ragging hard on, i stood up and took off my jean’s and boxer’s off, she said: holly shit how big is that, so she ran and got a ruler, she measured it, it was about 8 inch’s long and 6 an a half thick.
we sat back down and i started rubbing her pussy with two finger’s, she said “ohhh yer” in a really sexy voice, I’m still rubbing her pussy then she stuck the head of my dick in her mouth (she had a fucking tight mouth), I’m still rubbing and now she’s slowly stroking my shaft as well sucking on my Nob we’re doing this for about 5 minutes the i laid down on the couch and Ashlee and i are now 69’ing (i love that word “69”) anyway we were 69’ing i was sucking on her lips and playing with her clit and she is still stroking my shaft but faster as well sucking on my Nob and shaft so she’s going a bit deeper now, she is starting to moan a bit, we are still doing that for a L’il bit, then she scream I’m goanna cum, the next thing i know, i know one of her little dirty secrets she’s a fucking squirter.
Now my face is dripping with chick cum, i don’t know why but the sent me over the edge and i blow the biggest load of cum I’ve ever blown before right down her throat but when i blow she gagged on my cock and she coughed up all the cum dripped out her mouth and some of the cum is on the tit’s (there was about 2 and a half shotie glasses of cum coming out her mouth and on the tit’s). To me seeing all that cum on her made her look hotter then ever and no joke it seeing her like that gave me an instant hard on, and see was ready to keep on going, then see bent over and said stick that big cock of your in my pussy you sexy beast (no joke she really said that) so i stuck it in her pussy and when i stuck it in she screamed fuck that’s big (see she has bin with only one other guy before me and he wasn’t as big as me so her pussy ripped a bit and later she told me she liked it when it ripped).
Anyway because it was so tight she loved it i loved it, I’m slowly going in and out of her so i don’t hurt her but i am get faster and faster, I’m pounding away for about 10 minutes, while i was fucking her pussy i stuck my pinky finger in her asshole (she loved it), then she scream’s: “OH! MY GOD IM GOANNA CUM” then she cumed and as you now know she is a squirter and her pussy was almost air tight but there was a little gap right bye my balls and because she squirt’s a beam of cum shot out of the gap and hit my balls and it felt great it made me cum straight away and i blow not as big as the first one but still pretty big load in two her pussy we waited about 20 seconds to settle down then i pulled my limp-ish cock out of her pussy and her pussy was dripping out cum it was pretty sexy.
I saw my mobile phone on the floor next to my jeans so i told her to stay like that for a minute and i got my mobile phone and i took a picture of her bent over with cum dripping out of her pussy (that picture is still on my phone),and now I’ve got cum on my fucking brand new couch oh well i don’t care any more. So me and Ashlee are butt naked with a big ass mess around us then my phone ring’s it’s Lukas, he’s at the gate with 2 chicks Krystal and Courtney so i turned my phone off and then buzzed the gate open, Ashlee turns around and say’s: ant we lucky we just finished before Lukas got to the front door. Ashlee jumped in the shower and was on my couch butt naked trying two clean the cum out of it then Lukas open’s the front door and see me and say’s what the fuck are you doing naked wile Courtney and Krystal were staring at my cock.
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Slave Pet Harry – 1

If I owned Harry Potter he would be getting screwed into the ground by Draco, Lucius, and Severus. He would be there slave.

Detention 12

I’ve never been jealous over another dude – I never had a reason to be. And I didn’t wanna fucking admit it, but I was kinda jealous of that dumb-ass dude, Luke Block. B was looking at him the whole fucking time, looking at his dick and shit, getting hard and all that. Pissed me the fuck off. I shouldn’t give a fuck. I fucking broke up with B so I wouldn’t have to give a fuck. But now I realize that I do fucking care about him. I don’t know how that shit happened, but it did. I never thought I’d find myself ever liking a dude – and not just liking him, but like really fucking liking him. Now I fucked everything up and B doesn’t even want to talk to me.
At first I thought that was what I wanted. I wanted to go back to the way things used to be when I was just chilling to myself, free to do whatever I wanted with any body I wanted – but now that I got what I wanted, I see that it’s not what I wanted. I’m such a dumb-ass. I fucked up on the only good thing I had for me – I fucked up on the only person that really gave a damn about me. And now I wanted him back.
After detention, when B walked away from me when we were talking I got in my truck and went around to as many bus stops as I could find, seeing if he was there. I didn’t know which bus Brandon took to get home, which was the real fuckin problem. Twenty minutes later, I said fuck it and gave up. Even if I had saw him, he probably wouldn’t want to say shit to me anyway. I drove around for about an hour, no place to go. I really didn’t wanna go home, `cause I didn’t wanna see my fucking dad. If he said anymore shit to me about anything – if he looked at me the wrong way, or did anything to fucking piss me off like he usually did, I was gonna knock the shit outta him. The best way not to start shit with him was to not be at home.
I thought about going to Brandon’s house. He should’ve been home by then, I guessed. I drove about halfway to his house and turned right around in the other direction. I didn’t know what the fuck I was thinking. Instead I drove to the playground I took Brandon to that night when I told him that I didn’t wanna see him for a long time. I went over to that same tree where I held him and told him that I didn’t believe that love lasted forever.
Sitting there, against that tree, I thought about all the things I said to B, the way his face looked when I said all those things – how he looked so fuckin mad and disappointed and shit. I don’t know why I said all that shit I said to him that night. I didn’t even know if I believed most of the shit I said. I told B that I didn’t want him to take us being together so seriously, cause I didn’t want him to have all these expectations of me that I wasn’t gonna be able to live up to. He wanted me to be his boyfriend, to love him…My eyes kinda stung a little, and I forced myself not to let a fuckin tear come out of my eye. I leaned the back of my head against the tree trunk, looking up at the orange sky.
Of any of the times we’d been together, I wished B was with me right then at that moment. Part of the reason why I broke up with him was because I was afraid that if I really believed that he loved me like he said he did, then I would start to really trust him and then I’d find out that he was just fuckin with me, and that he didn’t love me at all. But I think he really did love me – and nobody’s ever loved me…well maybe my mom – but she’s dead. I never had somebody that was really into me, not just `cause of my face, or my body or bullshit like that, but just `cause they liked me. That night after I broke up with Brandon, I laid in bed that night, thinking about what he said to me on the swings: “I don’t think you give yourself enough credit for the great person you are”.
I thought about that again so more as I sat under that big tree, watching the day slowly turn to night. I felt alone, and I had brought that loneliness on myself. B kept coming in my mind, and I kept thinking about what we would be doing if we hadn’t gotten into that stupid fight. Maybe we would’ve both been sitting under that tree together; maybe we would’ve been screwing or something. I don’t know. Just being with Brandon was better than being alone with myself. Again I thought about going over to B’s house and trying to talk to him about what I said before. Maybe he wouldn’t listen to a fucking thing I said – but then maybe he would. I thought about it for a good ten minutes and finally decided that I was gonna go over to his house.
I was fucking nervous the whole time when I was driving over to Brandon’s house. I just kept thinking that he was gonna slam the fuckin door in my face or something when he saw me. But I still wanted to try anyway. When I pulled up to B’s house, about five minutes later, I just stayed in my car for a long-ass time, just looking at his house. I was kinda afraid `cause I didn’t know if his mom was home. I didn’t know why I was so fucking nervous to begin with though. I’m usually never nervous when it comes to talking to people or whatever. Except Brandon wasn’t just any person. He was different.
Taking a deep breath, I got outta the truck and jogged across the street to B’s front door. I rang the doorbell and waited. Seemed like it took forever for somebody to come to the door, so I rang the doorbell again. I cracked my knuckles as I waited and held my breath. Brandon still didn’t come to the fucking door. I waited and waited, but he never came to the door.
“Fuck this shit,” I said, mad as fuck, and turned to walk away. That’s when I heard the door open up behind me and heard B’s voice:
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
I turned around and all those nervousness I had before came right back. Brandon was standing halfway out the doorway. He was lookin at me with this cold-ass look in his eyes as though I was the last fucking thing that he wanted to see.
Trying to sound all confident and shit, I said, “Came to see you.”
“I don’t wanna see you,” Brandon answered. “I told you that already today.”
“Still some more things I wanna say to you though, B. I didn’t come over to fight with you or any of that bullshit. C’mon. At least for like five minutes or something.”
I could tell that B wasn’t really all too excited about talkin to me. He was still lookin at me like I was a monster. “I don’t want to talk to you, Chris.” Brandon went back inside of his house and closed the door, leaving me outside by myself in the cold. I thought about just sayin ‘fuck it’ and go back to my truck and take my ass home. But I didn’t wanna go home and go to bed tonight without thinking that there was something I could’ve done to make shit better between me and B. I went up to his door again and knocked.
From the other side of the door, I heard Brandon yell, “Go away, Chris. Leave me alone.”
“No. I’m not going anywhere until you come out here and fuckin talk to me.”
“What the hell do I need to talk to you about?” B screamed through the door. “Why should I go out there so you can say some more fucked up shit to me.”
“You know that’s not what I came here for, B.”
There was like a pause for a couple of seconds, and then finally Brandon jerked the door open again – hard that I thought the thing was gonna fuckin come off its hinges or something. He looked even more mad now then when he first came to the door. B still stayed inside of his house, not coming’ out to see me. “Come out here so I can talk to you.” I said. “Stop acting’ like a…” I was gonna say ‘bitch’ but I caught myself right in time. “Just come out here so I can talk to you. I told you, just for like five minutes. And then you can go back inside and never talk to me again if you don’t want to.”
B looked at me a little bit, like he was trying’ to see into my head or something. After a while, he stepped out of the house onto the porch, closing’ the door behind him. He took a seat on the porch steps in front of me. I sat right beside him. Now that I had gotten him to come outside, I really didn’t know what I wanted to say next. When I looked over at him, B was just staring’ at me, and he knew I was nervous and didn’t know what to say. His face kinda softened a little – he didn’t look so pissed off anymore which was a good thing to me. “What did you wanna say to me?” he asked.
I looked at him again. It had been a few days since I’d been that close to him; looking at his lips I thought about how long it had been since I last kissed him. He was the best kisser of any female or dude I’d ever kissed before and I missed that. “Just wanted to see you,” I guessed.
Brandon stood up. “If you don’t have anything to say to me, then I’m going back into the house.”
“No. Stay here with me.”
“What for, Chris? I thought you didn’t want to see me.”
“I thought the same thing. But I do.”
“I’m not gonna have sex with you tonight,” B said. “So if that’s what you came over here for, you can just go home and jack off. Or find somebody else -”
“Is that what you want me to do?” I asked. “Go fuck some other dude and forget about you?”
“You don’t owe me any loyalty, Chris. You can go out and do whatever it is that you think you wanna do.”
“Is that what you’re gonna do with Blockhead?” I asked. I remembered B staring at that dude, Luke, when we were in the showers. I started to feel that same anger all over again.
“What I do and don’t do with Luke is none of your fucking business,” B said.
“Go ahead and do whatever the fuck you wanna do with him,” I said, getting mad again. “I don’t give a fuck. You can go ahead and fuck him until your brains fucking come out your ears.”
“You never fucking get it, Chris. It’s not about sex. Yeah, Luke is good-looking and he has a nice body, but that doesn’t mean that I’m gonna fly to the moon over him. If I wanted to, I could have him, but I chose not to.”
“How come?” I asked.
Again, Brandon stared at me for a few seconds. “`Cause I knew you were gonna come over here.”
“But I thought you didn’t want to see me,” I said.
“I didn’t. That doesn’t mean I knew you weren’t going to come over here.” For the second time, B came up and sat beside me on the porch. I knew I had to be careful with whatever I said so that he didn’t get up and leave me again. For a while, we just sat there without making any noise. We just looked at the houses across the street with no lights on. The whole street was dark and quiet. I was waiting for B to say something and I think B was ready for me to say something but neither one of us said anything for a long time. And then B said, real quietly. “How come you don’t ever treat me the way you really want to?”
At some point in time I knew he was gonna ask me that question. I had been trying to figure out the answer to that question for a long time. “I don’t know,” I answered.
“You do know, Chris. Tell me.”
“What do you want me to say, B?”
“I want you to say how you really feel. Stop trying to act so fuckin unaffected by everything. You always act like nothing means anything to you.”
“You mean something to me,” I said. And that was true. He really did.
“How am I supposed to know that if none of your actions show me that?” Brandon asked. “Saying you care about me, and then treatin me like shit beneath your shoe doesn’t make me feel all good inside, Chris.”
I could feel my eyes start to sting again. I looked away from B so that he wouldn’t see the tear that might come down my eye. “It’s hard.”
“What’s hard?” Brandon questioned.
“Everythin is hard. Just fucking being alive is hard most time. I’ve never fuckin been with someone the way I was with you. I never was interested in someone that long. Nobody’s ever been interested in me that long. Sometimes that shit is kinda scary.” I shook my head. It was starting to get cold outside. I wanted to ask B if we could go inside of his house and finish talking, but I didn’t.
“Chris, relationships are always hard. Life is always hard. If it wasn’t hard, then it would be fake and boring and pointless. You can’t just give up on everything and everyone just `cause shit gets difficult sometimes. Being in a relationship isn’t just about fucking and all the other sappy shit you see in the movies – don’t chose to be alone when there’s someone out there that really wants you – that really cares about you.”
“You still love me?” I asked.
B looked away from me when he said that. I watched his face and realized just how good-looking he really was. “I don’t know.”
“Yeah, you do. Tell me. Whatever the answer is, I can take it.”
“But I can’t take it,” Brandon whispered. “I can try to pretend that I don’t like you – I can wish to God that I hated you and never wanted to see you again. But the more I wish that, the more I wish you were with me like you are right now. I do love you, Chris. But right now, that’s not enough. Right now, being in love with you doesn’t make me feel anything but cold inside.”
My feelings were kinda hurt when he said that. I tried to fake it like I didn’t care what he just said, but I did. I stood up from the porch and began to walk down the stairs. “You’re leaving now?” B asked.
I kept my back facing him. “Yeah.”
“Maybe one day you’ll learn not to run away from the good things in your life,” B said.
Turning around, I asked, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means just what I said…and the next time you come over here – the next time you talk to me…I hope you have something important to tell me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, B.”
“Chris, you do know what I’m talking about.” And with that, B went into his house, leaving me alone for the second time, in the cold dark.
* * *
I still didn’t wanna go home, so I decided to go over to Billy’s house to see what he was up to. I was hoping that he might let me spend the night. His house was dark, except I saw a light coming from his room. I walked up to the door and knocked on the door. It took about five minutes before I got some kinda response. “Who’s there?” Billy asked from the other side of the door.
“Dude, open the fucking door. It’s me.”
“Green?” Billy unlocked the door and opened it up partway. He leaned out the door and I saw that he didn’t have a shirt on. “What are you doing here?”.
“Just came to see what your punk-ass was doing.” I tried to push the door open a little to get inside, but Billy wouldn’t budge.
“You should’ve told me you were coming over here,” Billy said. “Got somebody up in here.”
“Who?”
“Somebody,” Billy responded.
“Let me sleep on the couch or something. I don’t feel like going back to my house.”
“Go to whats-his-name’s house…Brandon.”
“Just came from there. He wouldn’t let me in.”
Billy shrugged. He shifted over a little bit so that I could see what he was ass-naked. “Who are you fucking up in there?”
“You fucking wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” Billy said. “But let me get back to you later. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And then Billy closed the door in my fucking face. That was the second fuckin time in one fuckin night that had happened to me and I was pissed the fuck off.
* * *
I slipped in my house quietly, hoping that my dad wouldn’t hear me come in. Everytime I came into my fuckin house, I always felt like I was walking into a fucking disaster site. Looked like somebody threw a fucking bomb in that place. The more I tried to clean up and make shit look decent, the more my dad would fuck the shit up again, so I gave up trying.
I went into the kitchen, trying to find something to eat, which was a fucking waste of time. The only thing I found in the fridge was a bag of bread with only two slices in it and a can of beer. I took both of them out and brought them to my room. It was almost eleven o’clock. I didn’t know I’d been gone for that long. My dad was probably gonna bust into my room and ask me where the fuck I’ve been – unless he hadn’t fucking blacked-out already from drinking so goddamn much. As long as he didn’t start shit with me, I was cool. I took off all my clothes except my underwear and climbed into my bed.
Drinking that beer, I thought about what B had told me earlier – about how loving me made him feel cold inside. What kinda shit is that about? If him loving me doesn’t make him feel good -then obviously he doesn’t give a fuck about me at all just like all those other goddamn motherfuckers. And Billy – that fucking asshole – he could fucking lick the hair on my balls for doing me like he did. Everybody could just fucking kiss my ass.
I crushed the beer can on my chest and tossed it somewhere. I took off my underwear and threw them on the other side of the room as well. My dick was kinda hard and I thought about jacking off, but I hated jacking off. I rather do the real fucking thing. I wanted to be with B; I wanted to feel his lips on the head of my dick, I wanted my tongue in his tight ass – I wanted my dick in his ass too. But it was more than just wanting to fuck B. I wanted him to be right beside me in my bed; I wanted him to be sleepin on my chest like he usually did. I really wanted shit to go back to the way they used to be.
I closed my eyes and visualized all the shit me and Brandon had done together, all the times we fucked, all the times we kissed, all the times we just stared at each other without saying a word. My dick started to rise again, making a tent under the blanket. I reached under the covers and clutched my dick tightly and started to yank on it. Spreading my legs wider, I rubbed my hand up and down my dick while I played with my balls. I ran my finger up my asscrack and then sniffed my fingers afterward. I loved the sweaty, funky smell of my own ass, but I liked the smell – and taste of B’s ass even more. I was really getting into it, yanking my shit faster and faster – and then my bedroom door busted open and my dad was standing there. I snatched my hand off my dick as fast as I could and brought the covers up higher so that he wouldn’t be able to see that I was naked.
My dad had that fucked up look on his face as he usually did. “Where the fuck were you? I’ve been looking for your ass all day!” he screamed. “And I come in here and you’re fucking jerkin off under the covers!” He took a step into my room.
“Get the fuck out and close the door!” I yelled back.
This made my dad so fucking mad that I thought he was about to fucking explode. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talkin to, boy! This is my fuckin house!” He walked up to the edge of my bed and in one easy motion, ripped the covers off of me and tossed them aside, leaving me ass-naked, covering my dick with my hands. “I want you fucking outta here now!” he yelled.
“What the fuck for?” I hollered. I stepped out of bed, still covering up my dick and pulled on my jeans. “Why the fuck are you always on me all the goddamn time?”
My dad stepped up to me. He had so much fucking anger in his eyes. I thought he was gonna fucking punch me out right there. “I want you outta here, `cause you don’t do a goddamn thing around here but piss me off. You don’t do shit at school – I keep getting all these fucking calls saying you got fucking detention for two weeks in a row for messing around with some faggot-ass boy. You don’t do shit here, you don’t have a fuckin job. All you fuckin do it is sit around on your ass and make my fucking life miserable!”
“You don’t fuckin need me to make your life miserable,” I said. “You’re doin a fucking good job on your own.”
He punched me right in the jaw. I expected it so the pain wasn’t as great as I thought it would be. I could’ve beat the shit outta him right there and then. But I knew if I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop and one of us – maybe both of us – would end up dead. It wasn’t fuckin worth it. I didn’t want to be in that house any goddamn way. I bumped past my dad, found my duffel bag and started to pack as many clothes in there that I could fit. I didn’t know where the hell I was gonna go, but I sure as fuck wasn’t gonna be staying there any longer.
My dad followed me as I made my way to the front door. I opened the door and stepped out. Right as I was about to go to my truck, he said, “I don’t ever wanna see you again.” Maybe for some other son who heard their parent say they didn’t want to see them again, maybe that would fucking devastate them. But for me, I really, honestly, truthfully, did not give a fuck if I ever saw that asshole again in my life.
“Fuck you, you fucking dumb-ass bitch,” I screamed and ran to my truck. I got in and fucking charged down the street like a fucking maniac, driving blindly, not knowing where the fuck I was going – but not even really giving a fuck where I was going. As long as I was moving I didn’t give a fuck. There was nowhere left for me to go. There was nobody I could ask for fucking help – not Brandon, not Billy – I was fucking alone.
I parked on the side of some empty road and just fucking start bursting out crying. The last time I cried was when I was twelve at my mother’s funeral. And I fucking promised myself that I wouldn’t ever fucking cry again,whatever the reason was. I wanted to stop, but I couldn’t. I don’t know how long I was just sitting in my truck, crying like a little ass girl on the side of the road, but it must’ve been a long fuckin time. Finally, I stopped and started to drive again. I still didn’t know where I was going. But wherever the fuck it was, it had to be as far away from here as possible. I didn’t want to be anywhere that was close to my house, close to school, close to B – I just wanted to fucking get away from everybody and everything. I got on the freeway and just kept driving. It didn’t matter where I went – as long as I went as far as I could.

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She was nervous in the car after I picked her up at the gas station and didn’t try to talk much at first. They never do. She didn’t want to be obvious about looking either, just sat beside me fidgeting a little and peeking at me out of the corner of her eye, hoping I would say something first. She’s a lot smaller than me, and she keeps looking at my hands. I can tell she is impressed with how big and strong they are, especially when compared to hers. She knows I will use them a lot, we talked about that in chats and e-mails, how much I like the personal touch so I can feel the way her body responds in the moment. She told me she isn’t aroused by pain, it isn’t part of the turn on, she just wants the result and she figures if I hurt a worthless girl like her then a girl with something to live for will be saved. It gives this more meaning, makes it almost like a sacrifice, something worthy. She isn’t turned on by the pain. But she is here anyways.
She will try to talk. She will want to make friends. She claims anonymity is fine but she is still a she, which means she secretly wants to be known, recognized. I will be the most important relationship she has ever had, really, so she will instinctively try to reach out to me and make a connection. She is looking for something real here. They are all like that, even the most resigned volunteers never seem to be so short on self esteem they can’t make a feeble attempt at friendship. I used to be revolted by it, until I realized how much easier a little play acting makes them to control. When she finally gets too fidgety I’ll talk to her. I can make that mask knowing it becomes part of the leash. I can even feign sexual interest. They all want that too. I can’t cum though. Not when they are like this. But I can imagine how beautiful I can make them look, how hot and wet and shiny and perfect they are inside, and get hard. I have to make them stop looking at me before I can cum though. That part is later.
I wait patiently, the darkness eating the miles behind me until the fidgeting gets so close together I sense her moving more than staying still. Then we talk. I don’t have to talk really, just get her started and let it spill out. Ask a question whenever she stops for longer than a breath and she will keep going. Get her to tell me about herself. Her story. Her history. When she first started thinking about it. Why she can’t help herself. Her guilt. Her shame. She doesn’t know it but telling me about her shame gives me ownership. Secrets are ties that bind. She will start asking about me. I won’t answer, and she will interpret it as playing hard to get. She tells me she has never enjoyed sex, never felt an orgasm, and I believe her, I really do, but she will still try to seduce me. They are all wired like this.
She wants to give me pleasure. I tell her this isn’t allowed, not in the car, I need to focus. But I tell her I will make her a compromise. I tell her to unzip my pants and pull my cock out and hold it in her hand. No rubbing or caressing, just hold it. then I have her lay her head in my lap and suck my thumb. The girl who never enjoyed sex before is suddenly a committed cocksucker. Well, thumbsucker. It shuts her up, and gets her thinking. She is learning something new about herself from me, and I have planted a seed in her head: she thinks I am capable of compromising with her. This is something I can take from her, later. The girl who never felt hope before will have her hopes crushed just as they flower in my hand. Even after I kill her hope she will stay in love with me. She is already falling, they all do. The willing ones because they have finally met their one, the unwilling trying to need me so good I’ll need them back and keep them.
The interstate gives way to the state road, which gives way to a smaller town road, which gives way to a long dark country road. We leave behind buildings, lights, eventually even barbed wire and lonely houses as the terrain gets rugged and the woods close in. The dirt road is two and a half miles and as much rock as dirt, I have to pick my way carefully down it in my car. It’s fast, with a big V8 and has a bench seat so I can control the whole front from my driving position without having to hop a divider but these old muscle cars are low to the ground. Her eyes are very big, she is drawing back into herself physically but not mentally, she is looking at the place and looking at me too, not nearly as shy as before. I let her out and walk to the trunk. She sees me reach in and she is terrified, her whole body wired but she doesn’t try to run. It’s just a leash, a collar and a leash like you would walk any dog with. She is very shy about removing her clothes so she does it quickly, and doesn’t try to move or show herself off, jsut following orders. Once the collar is on I walk her around the property.
Dawn is breaking, so she can see how remote we are. The cabin is nestled back in a valley well wreathed with trees, the rugged terrain breaking in rockfalls near the grassy lows. No one else is here, and what are the odds of anyone coming. The realtor told me the place was picturesque, and just what I needed to write in peace with no chance of an interruption. I walk her around the edges of the grass, until we get to the small stand of pine where I have dug the grave. I surrounded the edge with rocks, and at one end there is a little rock pile that looks like a marker. She is silent. Dread, now, she always feels dread, but at the same time it’s such a romantic scene, and isn’t this really what she wanted? I don’t stop to show her the ant piles I have been feeding, laying out sugar for, and she doesn’t notice them, or doesn’t make the connection.
I take her around back to the Dog Kennel. This is my own addition. White concrete, and 10 foot fence with barbed wire on top. One way in or out, strong steel pipes for the fence, and a drain in the concrete down by one end. I cuff her hand behind her back to the pole nearest the drain and leave her squatting there while I go back in the cabin. I mix a gallon of harsh, salty brine, and bring it back with a funnel. She asks why, then looks down and apologizes for asking. They all want to know the why of everything at first. Then they will just ask if I am going to hurth them any more. Then they will stop asking, just look up at me, panting, groaning, waiting for whatever comes next. I’m in a good mood now, so I answer her question, tell her the saltwater will purge all the mud out of her gut. She tilts her head back like a good girl, holding the funnel delicately between her teeth, and drinks the brine a cup at a time. It takes a while, because I don’t force it.
It will take a while to work through her and I am out of sorts. I hate this time. I am too wired to sleep but without anything to do feeling the lack of sleep the night before. Need to eat for energy but stomach is tight and tense. Feeling sweaty and clammy from the long drive but I don’t want to shower before I have mucked out the kennel and hosed down the pig. I hate this empty waiting, but the purge needs time. It will be worth it, she will be clean through, degraded from all the mud hosing out of her and sitting right in it, and dehydrated from all the salt so her skin will be flush and taught against her meat, her eyes bright. The dehydration makes her breath come hot and quick too. They don’t know it but this sweet moment is, to me, the moment they start to end. Hot, flush, pulse fast, body fighting back, burning their inner reserves away. She’s ready to start now. Finally.

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Too far in

A young couple was out carousing one evening. While driving down the highway, the guy says to the girl, “If I go 100 miles and hour, will you take off all your clothes?” She agrees and he begins to speed up.
When the speedometer hits 100 she starts to strip. When she gets all her clothes off, he is so busy staring at her that he drives off the road and flips the car over.
The girl is thrown clear without a scratch but her clothes and her boyfriend are trapped in the car. “Go get help,” he pleads.
She replies, “I can’t, I’m naked.”
He points to his shoe that was thrown clear and says, “Cover your crotch with that and go get help from that gas station down the road.”
She takes the shoe, covers herself between the legs, and runs to the gas station down the road. When she arrives, she is frantic and yells to the attendant, “Help! Help! My boyfriend’s stuck!”
The attendant looks down at the shoe covering her crotch and replies with some astonishment, “I think it’s too late- he’s too far in!”

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It Started Here. 3

This is a true story which involves sexual situations between a teen and a minor. So as not to cause any offence, if you find this distasteful, please leave and search for a story that is more to your taste. You have been warned.
To get an understanding of this part it would be easier if you read the two previous instalments.It Started Here. 3
After that night where I’d been shown how to willy suck John seemed to go very quiet and did his best to avoid me. Although I had felt revulsion at what had happened my mind was in confusion as to why I was being ignored. My heart was heavy as the only influence that seemed to care for me was now treating me as thing, an object, like many others in my life did. I withdrew into my own insular protective bubble being so used to by now, living with an alcoholic/workaholic parent I considered myself as no son of his. I felt lost and alone.
It was a weekend about a week later when the inevitable happened. My father again was to be off on one off his benders leaving me with the neighbours.
I returned home from school to be met by John’s mother in the stairwell. She told me of the arrangements whilst her youngest barged past us deliberately pushing me into the wall. After a quick chastisement to Stewart she lead me into hers’ with the news that she’d phoned John and he was willing to watch me in my own home like the last time. Thanking her I made my way out and headed upstairs with the order to return at 5 for tea.
In my own space going about my routine I felt dread about the evening to come. Sitting down my mind raced. What if he doesn’t talk to me followed by many more what ifs. The pounding in my chest and the lump in my throat grew stronger and by the time 5 rolled round it wouldn’t take much to set me off into floods of tears.
Entering the neighbours keeping my eyes down on the flowery carpet. I made my way to the dinning room taking a place at the table. Slowly lifting my head to survey the scene I was greeted by a large smile on John’s face. All the fears went from my mind and when the meal appeared, kept looking at him. Between mouthfuls of food and when he was actually looking at me the biggest reassuring smile covered his face. Thanking John’s mother for the great meal I stood and waited to see what next. John talked to his parent giving her a peck on the cheek. Walking over to me placing his hand on my shoulder, lead me upstairs to my house.
“I need to tell you something” he said in a hushed sort of tone. “I’m so so sorry about what happened the last time I was here”. Grumbling to clear his throat continued, “I got carried away and didn’t think about what I was doing and felt so guilty and upset that I might have hurt you and made you not want to be with me.” He looked at me giving me a questioning smile.
“I I I I thought I was bad wh wh when you stopped t t t talking to me”.
“Naw mate it was me that was wrong. You did nothing. I’m really sorry I treated you that way”.
I was over hugging him so hard just happy to have him back in my life.
“Whoa mate you trying to strangle me”? We both broke into laughter and I felt I was walking on air. Switching on the TV. I sat snuggling into his side. His arm came across around my head and stated to stroke my arm. It felt great having some one so close. There on the sofa we watched a variety show then a cop thing seeming to be in unison laughing at the same things and looking at each other at the same time.
After the cop thing I said that it was shower time for me and went to my room to get my pyjamas. Going back to the living room John said he’d have one after me sniffing under his arms.
“W w w we could share again” I ventured.
“You sure bout that mate”?
“Y y y yes we can have t t t together.”
John was stripped in a flash showing me once more his hairy willy. I felt a stirring below as we went to the bathroom. Removing my run abouts I needed to pee. Pointing my willy at the porcelain a stream of urine was hitting the water in the bowl with a splash. When I’d finished John took my place and started to relieve himself. I stood agog at the amount and the noise it made in the bowl. Over with, he shook it and turned. I had forgotten just how big his willy was, standing there in some sort of trace. He tapped me bringing me too and getting into the stall I turned on the water to just a little bit hotter than I liked. John joined me.
“Just as I like it”.
“I I I remembered”. I said with an air of triumph.
“Well done mate”.
Talking the soap he lathered up and began to wash. A feeling began down below as my willy came to it’s full standing length. The soap was handed to me with a glance down at my little hard pole. I too washed. As I did, John’s dick was starting to grow. He kept looking at me down there in between exchanges of soap.
“Y y y yours is hard again”!
“Yeah mate seeing yours made it grow”. “It’s taking me all my time to stop from kneeling and sucking you off”!
I looked at him with a quizzical expression.
“You know mate, suck your willy”?
Thinking of the feelings it gave me the last time I wanted a repeat.
“You c c c can if you want t t to”!
The invitation was unexpected I think but soon my willy was getting attention. Licking slowly up and down working his way to my tight ball sack I could feel his tongue darting all over them. Up again he took my willy into his mouth making his tongue do circles around the end, every so often licking my pee hole. I was so hard now my rod started to feel sore.
He sucked now sending little electric type shocks coursing through my body. Feeling as light as a feather it started. My stomach churned and what there was of my little balls, were disappearing into my body.
“Tickley tickley” I moaned as my excited rod pulsed in his mouth making me arch my back in a tense all over feeling. Thinking I was about to feint reached I reached out and held onto John.
“Enjoy that then did you”? After letting my still hard willy from the warm confines of his mouth. I grabbed him in hug and could feel his hardness point up my chest and hit me under the chin.
“I’ll take that as a yes” running his hand through my wet hair. My eyes went up to meet his glance and a look of reassurance.
“I’d love it if you’d do it to me and I promise” crossing his heart, “I will let you do it at your pace but only if you want to”?
Standing with his tool pointing at me I considered his request.
“The s s s stuff last t t t time made me f f f feel sick”. He looked, then like a light went on.
“Ah! My cum. I’ll tell you when that’s going to happen and you can take it out and rub till it shoots out”. I looked at him and he gave an honest I will look and gesture. Standing there deep in thought as to what to do, the voice in my head spoke. “Don’t be a coward, you can do it”.
Mind made up now I knelt taking his willy in my hand and kissed and licked as he’d done mine. My lips parted allowing the head of his dick to enter. John moaned. I paid a lot of my time rubbing my tongue all around the head and his pee hole. Confident now he would keep his word I took as much as I could get in, started to suck up and down.
“Oh fuck. That’s it. Yeah,yeah, oh yeah”! His voice was a lot higher in pitch. While sucking, I also began to rub on the rest of his shaft that wasn’t in my mouth. Sometimes I would concentrate on his knob end licking all around applying as much pressure as I could. I knew he must be liking it as he kept telling me I was doing great.
“Fuck fuck fuck, I’m going to cum”!
At that I replaced my lips for my hand just in time to see his white stuff shoot from the end pelting the wall of the stall where I had deliberately pointed it.
“Fuck mate that was brilliant”! “I told you I’d keep my promise and I did didn’t I”? “Man you made me feel so good, magic mate just fucking magic”! My heart filled with pride and was we both dried off and he kept on praising me.
No hint of modesty, leaving my pj’s, we strode back to the living room. John sat next to me and we snuggled together as we watched another programme. John occasionally would fondle my still hard willy and I too would slip my hand over giving his a rub. Soon it stood proud and his tip glistened in the fading light. He in a soft voice told me to stand on the sofa positioning me so that I stood one leg on either side of his facing him. Pulling me gently towards him my willy entered his mouth. He licked a around and then put both his hands on my bum cheeks. Holding kind of tight he was making me sway back and forth moving my hardness in his sucking mouth and lips. My tickley feeling hit like a train, making me sink down into his lap when it had subsided. Feeling his dick between my legs and on my bum. I slid back and with nothing said, slipped as much of him in and sucked. He moved up and down under me but not as to hit the back of my throat making me gag. It didn’t take too long before he cried out but the position I had myself in got his first spurt in my mouth. I rubbed him until I was told to stop. There it was again, the taste. This time only a small amount and it didn’t seem as salty and peppery as the last time. Rolling it with my tongue I swallowed. More praise heaped upon me, pride is the only word I can use to describe what I was feeling. Later we were sharing my dads double bed, still naked and in a cuddle. Sleeping soundly I awoke looking forward to the day, the first time in my short life that I could remember.
By the time I was 10 learned that sex between boys was considered to be wrong but now being part of my life dismissed this and looked forward to every encounter with John. Not to say it was sexual all the time. John taught me to swim, fish, play football and many other things when his time permitted.
Over that two years I had come on in the dick sucking department even allowing him to shoot off his load in my mouth. Also, I could deep throat John also being able to tell when he was about to cum. When I felt his dick go ridged and swell in my mouth, along with his accompanying groans and noises, I’d reduce the sucking and relax the pressure on his dick making him last longer. He loved those skills of mine and when he’d eventually cum, he exploded with force deep into my throat.
It was about then that he started to pay particular attention to my bum, licking me all over down there. His tongue would even go into my rear soon to be followed by a finger, then two. It took him many sessions to get me this far. When first trying this, my bottom felt like he was trying to get a car up there and it hurt like hell leaving me with a sore hole for quite some time after. Now though, here I was, able to take the fingers without complaint and some amount of enjoyment.
One night when he was giving me the fingers the question was asked. I didn’t hear him at first as he was hitting my little internal button sending pulses of such pleasure through my dick and body.
“I think your ready for my dick to be in there, don’t you”?
On the second time of asking I heard the request, coming down from my own little world his prodding had put me in to. I knew he really wanted to do this but had always said it was up to me when and if I’d let him. Looking at the size of his dick. I had often wondered if that thing would fit up there. Sometimes I would examine my poo in the pan and thought, if that can come out and be that size maybe I can get his dick up my bum. I lay there and pondered.
“OK you can t t t try it”.
“Magic mate. It might hurt at the start but you’ll get used to it and the pain will go. I promise if it’s too bad I’ll take it out.” He said this while crossing his heart.
Lying on my back retuning his look knowing he kept his promises.
“Yeah let’s d d do it”.
He reached into the bedside drawer for the Vaseline I’d use sometimes to bring him off. Getting me to turn over positioned me on my knees and my chest and head down on the bed, bum in the air. I could feel his fingers rubbing at my hole. Colder than normal but nice. In went one then two and I could feel him working away at my hole. Rotating, twisting and separating his fingers my ring was open and relaxed. Seeing him reach for the Vaseline and rub it al over his dick he once again disappeared behind me. Rubbing his rod up and down between my bum cheeks asked if I was ready. I mumbled a reply. I could feel him increase the pressure on my ring and then.
“Oh my god, that’s f f f fucking agony” when his head went in. It felt like petrol had been poured and set alight on my insides. He paused holding the head inside me. The pain had brought me onto all fours where looking between my legs could see his balls hanging there.
“It’s OK. Told you it might hurt but listen, it will go away”! “Do you want me to stop”?
I held my position, with his knob end penetrating my ring piece. After a little time my hole had got used to this massive intrusion.
“You think you can take more? If you want me to stop, I will”? Leaving the decision up to me.
“It it it it’s all right n n n now”! Feeling the thrust again, his dick slowly slid deeper and deeper into me. His dick was now up to the hilt leaving his balls against my bum. Inside me it felt sore and trying to poke out my belly button or rip me in two. My ring piece was doing it’s damnedest along with my innards to push him out. Holding it in my depths John again paused. He must have felt me start to get used to being impaled as his dick was withdrawn a bit then back in. Building up the pace I could feel every time he hit my internal button. This sent twinges coursing through my body and my softened dick began to rise. Now going at it, powerful with each thrust John was giving praise and thanks to me when it slipped out. Ramming it deep into my depths it was replaced. It hurt once more and I thought of calling a halt to his pleasure. My button was being so regularly massaged I got the tickley feeling stronger than I’d ever felt, without even a touch to my willy. This tightened me up and not long behind John was cuming into my bum. I swear I could feel every pulse as he unloaded in my bowels. We slid over onto our sides with his dick still in me. I felt drained but also so pleased with myself. His dick fell from me and my ring began to close letting a few drops of his cum out before full closure. We cleaned up. John had a, cat got the cream smile and ruffled my long dark hair and looking into my hazel eyes heaped me with thank you after thank you.
These encounters became almost an everyday thing as John realizing my Dad was at the pub every night and knew that his late return, could allow us to enjoy each others company. Soon he was humping (as he called it) me at every opportunity and in every position he could get me in. My favorite was face to face because as it allowed me to see him and the pleasure he gained from my bum hole.
There is more to this story but I’ll hold that back for another time. Thanks for reading my ramblings of my youth.

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