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The Devil’s Pact Side-Story: Sexting

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013
The Devil’s Pact Side Story: Sexting
Note: This takes place during Chapter 13 while Mary is texting Alice in bed, told from Alice’s perspective. It also serves as a prologue for Chapter 14.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
“Get the alarm, pudding,” my husband, Dean, muttered sleepily.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
I tried to ignore it, wanting to sleep a little longer. Dean shifted and then reached over me and slapped the alarm. He kissed my cheek, his goatee scratchy on my neck. He looked ridiculous with the damned thing. His face was too narrow, his hair too light a shade of brown, for his goatee to look at all normal.
“Morning, Alice,” Dean whispered.
I sighed, opening my eyes. “Morning,” I muttered.
My bladder was full and I puttered to the bathroom. Dean had to leave for work earlier then me, so if I didn’t use it now, I would have to wait until he finished showering. Even after six months of marriage, I still wasn’t comfortable sharing the bathroom with my husband. I was naked as I padded to the bathroom, a good looking gal I always thought, but Dean couldn’t be bothered to at least try and leer at me.
Sixth months of marriage and the fire was already gone.
Hell, it had been gone for months already. Two months ago, I had an affair with my yoga instructor, Esteban. I thought Esteban was perfect. He paid attention to me, something my husband couldn’t be bothered with, not since he got the promotion back in January. I was about to leave my husband when I found Esteban was spending the same quality time with two other whores he taught yoga too.
So, not sure what to do, I stayed with Dean. He was a great guy. We had a lot of fun when we were dating, he was making good money. It would be perfect if I could get my husband to pay more attention to me. And not just sex, although more than once a week would be nice, but talk to me, compliment me, confide in me. Maybe when he sees me prancing naked in front of him he could just throw me onto the bed and ravish me.
But then I reconnected with Mary Sullivan yesterday. I always had a secret flame for Mary, even since she was fourteen, when I saw her naked. She had just come out of the shower, nude, thinking she could dash across the hall to her bedroom. She was coltish slim with cute, just budding breasts and a fine down of red hair covering her pussy. She froze like a dear in headlights, and blushed so prettily as I gazed at her. I had never been attracted to a girl before, but Mary’s innocence filled my fantasies for weeks afterwards.
When I went to college, I messed around with a few girls, all red-heads, before I met Dean in my senior year. I enjoyed the fun I had with the girls, but I liked men more. Or at least until I found myself positively dripping like a bitch in heat when Mary walked into my office. I flirted with her and to my amazement, she responded. Apparently, her new fiancee, Mark, opened her eyes to all the fun she could have in bed, and eagerly took me up on my offer to go to a nearby no-tell motel I used to fuck Esteban at.
For three hours we made sweet love and I couldn’t stop thinking about her, since. Mary’s slim, coltish body had ripened into a beautiful young woman with pleasant curves. Her breasts were a plump handful, her ass nicely round, and her hips quite shapely. Oh, and her tongue was dynamite on my pussy. The girl knew her way around a woman’s twat.
I finished peeing and when I wiped myself, I shuddered in pleasure. I was wet and aroused from thinking of Mary. God, I had to see her today. As usual, I had my I-Phone with me. Usually, when I was in the restroom I browsed the internet. Dean always said I was like a man, taking a magazine to read in the bathroom.
Before flushing, I posed in front of the mirror and snapped a picture, capturing a nice, topless pic of myself. Flushing the toilet, I exited my bathroom. Dean brushed past without a even glancing at my breasts or ass. Oh well, if Dean didn’t want to appreciate my beauty, Mary would. I got back under the covers and slipped a hand down to my wet pussy, giving my clit a flick as texted one-handed.
“hey mary, cant stop think about yesterday. want get together today? 1 pm, same place?” I attached the pic I just took and sent the text.
God, I hopped she said yes. There was a hiss as Dean started the shower. He’d be in their awhile. He took long showers, to help him wake up he claimed, and then he had to shave his cheeks and style his hair. He spent almost as much time in the bathroom as a woman. I gently slid a finger up into my juicy twat. I had plenty of time to have a nice jill before he got out of the shower.
My phone chirped, Mary had sent a reply. “Can’t wait 2 suck those titties!” That text was followed by a second one. “Mark wants 2 buy all houses on block. Talk about it after fun! *-)”
I blinked, slowing the speed I fucked my finger into my wet twat. Her fiancee wanted to buy all the houses in a neighborhood. I was starting to wonder if Mary’s fiancee wasn’t lying to her. It sounded like he pretended to have a lot of money and like to dream big. And even if he did it was hard getting people to sell their houses if they didn’t want to.
“gl getting entire neighborhood to sell,” I texted back.
I closed my eyes and added a second finger. I was warm and sticky and felt so good. I picked up the rhythm, sighing hard through clenched teeth. My phone chirped and I quickly opened my eyes. “dont count mark out.” There was a pic attached.
It was Mary, nude. She was lying in bed, her auburn hair tousled, her freckled breasts perky, and her dusky nipples hard. Oh, God, she was so beautiful. I slipped a third finger in my twat and started frantically fucking them in and out. I imagined licking those hard nipples, kissing her red lips. I could almost feel Mary’s fingers slipping up inside me, her thumb rubbing on my clit, gently, in small circles.
“Oh, Mary!” I moaned quietly, “Yes, finger me! I’m so close, oh yes, yes!” My orgasm crashed through my body, my back arched against the bed, and I bit my lip to keep from shouting my passion aloud. I pulled my sticky fingers out of my twat. I closed my eyes and licked my sweet, tangy flavor off while pretending it was Mary’s juices.
I grabbed my phone, spread my legs and snapped a photo of my juicy twat. “just came looking at your pic.” I attached the pic and sent it.
“later today i’ll make you cum again :-p,” Mary texted back, along with a picture of her twat, vulva waxed smooth and stained with milky cum.
“is that marks cum?” I texted back.
“yep *-)! had a nice fuck!”
Jealousy stabbed my heart. “lucky, havnt had a d up my vag in a while :-(” I texted back. But why was I jealous? Was it that she was getting fucked and I wasn’t, or that I wasn’t the one fucking her? Was I falling in love with her?
Mary sent another pick. “wish this was you.” There was a black hair girl with pig-tails, blue and purple highlights streaked her hair, eating out Mary’s cunt.
“who that?” My twat tingled with arousal and my stomach roiled with jealousy. Fuck, I think I am falling in love with this red-headed angel.
“just a slut that I share /w mark *-).”
The shower stopped. Did I have time for one more orgasm. My twat was all juicy and excited. My jealousy and arousal mixed together into this irresistible force. My finger slowly slid back down to my twat, unable to resist. There was something so wrong at thinking about Mary with another person, another woman. Creeping closer and closer to my hungry hole. I pressed my thighs together. The tingling was so nice. My fingers found my clit and I started rubbing it in small circles.
My phone chirped. Another message from Mary. “going 2 make you cum so hard today.”
I diddled my clit faster as Mary texted me nasty messages after nasty message: “cant wait to eat your twat,” “going to enjoy your tongue on my clit,” “going to shove my nipple up your pussy,” and “just came on sluts mouth, cant wait 2 flood your mouth /w my cum.” Mary was such a nasty girl, her texts were stoking my lust and my jealousy. I was so close, my thumb swirling hard on my clit.
“Mary!” I shouted as I came, “Oh, fuck me, Mary! Not that slut! Fuck me!”
“You okay, pudding?” Dean shouted from the bathroom.
“Yeah, just stubbed my toe,” I shouted back, breathing heavily, and texted Mary, “just came again, cant wait for later. going to make you cum harder than slut! gtg work.”
Mary sent one last pic, posing in front of the bathroom mirror. One arm thrown up behind her hair, her perky breasts thrust forward, a tantalizing glimpse of the curve of her ass and just the hint of her tight pussy peaking out beneath her fiery heart. “just something to tide you ever, babe,” accompanied the pic.
As my husband left the bedroom, I sent one last text. “gonna eat your twat and drink your honey.”
“Who’re you texting,” he asked, pulling on his gray slacks.
“Oh, just Mary,” I said. “She was one of my bridesmaids.”
“The red-head?” he asked. There was a catch to his voice. Was that lust! Anger spiked my heart. Was my husband lusting after my lover! That bastard!
I thought about getting angry with him, but it wasn’t worth the effort. Hell, how could I be mad when I was the one cheating on him. “Yeah,” I answered, trying to sound normal
I got up and paraded naked past my husband, my thighs sticky with my juices, and still nothing. It was a good thing I had Mary, because a girl needed some appreciation of her beauty. Mary was right, if Dean didn’t want to take advantage of his hot, horny wife, it was his loss. Hell, I’m not sure I want his attention anymore. Not when I have Mary. I slipped into the shower and started washing with my apricot flavored body wash and remembering the shower Mary and I took yesterday.
I pretended it was Mary washing my body, soaping my breasts, gently squeezing them, and brushing the loofah softly over my sensitive nipples. Then she would wash down my flat stomach, my graceful legs, sliding up my inner thigh, closer and closer and closer to my aching twat. The loofah was excitedly rough on my clit, digging into the groove of my labia. She would rub the sponge back and fourth on my vulva, going slowly faster and faster, adding more and more pressure, until I screamed out my orgasm.
I had to catch the shower bar as I nearly lost my balance when I came on my loofah. I giddily laughed, high on my orgasm and the adrenaline that spiked my blood from my near catastrophe, I shakily finished my shower. I spent ten minutes trying to find the perfect outfit, something appropriate for work, but still really sexy.
I settled for the shortest pencil skirt I had, a deep, royal blue with gold thread woven through out. I found a blue crop top half shirt that exposed a good deal of my cleavage and left my belly bare, then pulled a dark blue blazer on over it. With the blazer on, you couldn’t tell my belly button was exposed. To be extra naughty, I wasn’t wearing any bra or panties. I settled for a pair of dark brown, thigh-high stockings that just came up to the hem of my skirt.
I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror after doing my hair and make up. I didn’t have the blazer on. I looked like a model, a slutty, sex crazed model. Mary was going to cream her panties when she saw me. And then I would get to lick her clean!

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THE FITTING

“Awwww mom, do I hafta,” cried Judy Kilmer!?! “Now be quiet and sit still,” her mother admonished her, “we’ll be there in a few minutes!!!” Judy turned her head and looked sullenly out the passenger door window, dreading her first visit to her mother’s lingerie shop. “Jesus,” she thought to herself, “I’m only eighteen years old, what the fuck do I need custom made lingerie for anyway???” “Oh well,” she thought resignedly, “I might as well just get it over with, ‘cuz there is really nothing I can do about it anyway.” Lingerie Erotica was a small store in a residential area just off main street, a neon sign in the front window brought attention to an otherwise dreary front facade. Judy and her mother entered the store and were immediately greeted by the owner, Geri Archer who said, “Hello Kathy, and this must be Judy!” She reached out and graciously shook Judy’s hand, while all the time looking her straight in the eye. Geri was an attractive middle aged woman of about fifty Judy guessed, with blonde tinted hair, and a large prominent bust. “As we talked about on the phone,” Kathy said to Geri, “I think Judy is old enough now to start her fine lingerie collection, she has a woman’s body, and I feel that some pretty under things would make her feel more feminine, don’t you agree?” “I couldn’t agree with you more,” intoned Geri enthusiastically, “some pretty bras and panties can do wonders for you psyche!!!” “Okay Judy,” ordered Geri, “let’s get these clothes off so we can measure you.” Judy, turning a bright shade of red, turned her back to the two older woman and slowly slipped out of her clothing, while Geri stood patiently waiting with a cloth tape measure while the young girl stripped. The two woman commented on what a beautiful body Judy had, Geri being especially impressed with her large breasts. “All the woman in our family have big boobs,” Kathy offered, “and also very hairy pubic areas,” which was very evident when Judy turned to face Geri. “Mmmmm,” Geri hummed, looking at Judy’s bushy vagina, “we’ll have to do something about that!” Putting the tape around Judy’s bust, Geri pulled the tape taut and wrote down the measurement and then proceeded to measure her waist and hips. Judy could have been mistaken, but she sensed that Geri was letting her hands roam a little freely over her skin, causing her to shiver just a little. Geri and her mother looked over the numbers that were written on the data sheet and left Judy standing naked in the middle of the room while they were discussing the type of bra that would be best for a bust the size of Judy’s. Geri was making the point that she felt Judy needed under wire support for such a large chest, and just to illustrate the point, she went around behind Judy and cupped her breasts in her hands, immediately causing her nipples to stand out like little erections while making her again turn bright red! Geri then asked, “Judy, are your nipples hard like this a lot,” as she pinched them gently. Before Judy could answer, her mother jumped in and said, “Lord yes, her nipples are always showing through her blouses, it’s very attractive!” “I agree,” replied Geri, “we must have a bra that is thin enough to show her nipples off, they are one of her best features,” while she continued tweaking Judy’s nipples, making her knees go weak, and her vagina begin to dampen.
After a few more minutes of tit play, Geri went to the back room and returned with a mauve bra and panty set. “This should be just about perfect,” Geri said, “a 34D cup bra, and a size seven panty.” Again Geri got behind Judy, and helped her slip into the low cut lace bra while her nmother commented, “Very nice, her boobs look spectacular!” Geri spun Judy around and replied, “I’ve got to agree with you Kath, she has a super chest, now let’s do the panties, we’ll try them on first, and then do any trimming if we have to.” By now Judy was a little less self conscious than she was, and easily slipped on the matching bikinis, and as small tufts of brown hair sprung from the elastic leg openings, Geri brushed her fingers over them and replied, “We’ll have to trim off the edges of her pussy so it doesn’t show.” Judy slipped out of the panties while Geri went to get a scissors. When she returned, she had Judy sit down in a chair with her legs spread wide apart as the older woman started to trim the edges of Judy’s thick pubic patch while commenting, “My goodness Judy, you are sopping wet, just look Kathy, she’s drenched!”
Kathy looked over Geri’s shoulder and directly at her daughter’s open cunt, and what she saw was a very puffy slit, covered with damp matted pubic hair. “She has a very responsive body,” Kathy said, “she and her boyfriend have been having sex for at least a year!” Judy couldn’t believe what was happening to her, here she was with her legs splayed open in front of her mother and a total stranger, and what happened next was even more stunning as Geri took her finger and inserted it into her wet vagina! An audible moan gurgled from Judy’s throat, and Geri and Kathy both chuckled as the young girl began to squirm as the older woman fingered her slit. The next thing Judy felt was a tongue probing her wet vaginal opening! Geri was eating her pussy in front of her mother! “My god,” Judy groaned, “eat my pussy, please don’t stop!!!” Judy focused her eyes on her mother, and was shocked to see that she had her hand up under her dress and was furiously frigging her pussy! “Y-y-y-you’re both crazy,” Judy moaned through clenched teeth, “god, Geri, suck my clit!!!” Geri bore down harder on the youngster’s open vagina, paying special attention to her engorged clit as both mother and daughter were now closing fast on thunderous orgasms! Judy bucked her hips up to meet Geri’s open mouth, while her mother had three fingers buried in her own steaming crack! Geri pulled away from Judy’s cunt just long enough to tell Kathy to lay down on the floor and eat her pussy. She had taken off her panties earlier, and now was in unbelievable heat from the sucking of the young pussy! Kathy did as she was told, and lay on her back and slid her head under Geri’s loose fitting dress where she found a huge muff, bulging out in an obvious state of sexual excitement. Geri lowered her vagina onto Kathy’s waiting mouth while she continued jerking her own clit. Now all three of them were on the verge of cunt splitting orgasms, and it crossed Kathy’s mind that she might be smothered by the hairy snatch that was being shoved into her face! Geri had an incredibly hot pussy, and it would only take a few more sucks to make her blow! With her own cunt now being eaten, Geri went back to licking the pretty little vagina in front of her while moaning, “God this little cunt tasted good!!!” All three clits were now on automatic pilot, all being way beyond the point of no return! Judy was the first one to erupt, her clit exploding under the expert tonguing by her mother’s older friend, and when Judy cried out in ecstasy, both She and Geri simultaneously came, Geri into Kathy’s open mouth, and Kathy by masturbating her throbbing clitoris!
Geri continued to kiss and nibble on Judy’s vagina until she had yet another orgasm, and both of older woman laughed and kidded Judy about her very sensitive pussy. Judy turned six shades of red and said, “I guess I got it from my mother!!!” All three broke down laughing at that line, and hugged each other. When they were all dressed, Kathy said, “Well, would next week be okay for our next fitting!?!”
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Late Evenings Pt. 1

My first attempt at this kind of thing. Please post feedback and let me know if you want more installments.
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Like other couples with kids, my wife Judy and I go out occasionally with the help of a sitter to watch the kids. We don’t usually go out more than once a month or so, and don’t tend to stay out very late, but the sitter was still part of the deal. On rare occasions we would actually stay out very late to watch some live music and the sitter was always very accommodating and never complained if we stumbled in around 2 in the morning.
The sitter – let’s call her Delia – is attractive and unusual only in the sense that she also has a good daytime job working downtown for a small business. Being 29 and more mature than some neighborhood kid came with a price premium for her services, but still affordable enough to make it worth our while. And, of course, she was trustworthy in our nice home with our kids for the evening. It also meant that since she had a real job and life of her own that she could hold a conversation, so my wife and I often ended up chatting with her whenever we got home even though it was usually past our normal times for bed. Usually, I would want to go straight to bed after a night out, but for some reason we would end up chatting with Delia for awhile before she split.
On one such night, we were all hanging out around midnight after my wife and I got home and Delia asked us if we might be interested in her new babysitting service. At first, I wasn’t paying close attention and figured she would explain to Judy about some scheme allowing us to check-in while we were out, or something along those lines. We weren’t the type to worry, so I started to tune out. But, then Delia caught my attention as she started speaking in a very roundabout way about this new ‘service.’ Delia said that she noticed how often married couples would return home after an evening of fun and seem like they were more interested in getting some sleep than any kind of romance.
In our case, she had us pegged exactly – on most nights (whether we went out or not) I would usually go to bed whenever I got tired and conk out before my wife even came to bed. That’s not because I wasn’t interested in fucking her brains out. No, I would love nothing more than fucking Judy silly any moment I got the chance. Judy keeps herself in great shape, still has a very trim and hot body, and always gets mistaken for someone 15 years younger. The problem is that Judy only ever had a vague interest in sex at the most, and after we had a family, that interest was gone forever. Whenever she was willing to fuck, it was clear that she wasn’t really interested and wanted me to just get it over with. A blowjob? Out of the question. Eating her pussy? Not in years. Doggie style? Nope. Just plain old missionary, and get it over with quickly. On a good night, I might be able to pull out and cum on her tits before she bolted to the bathroom to get cleaned off.
So, when Delia started talking about married couples and the lack of ‘romance,’ it hit home with a bullseye. This talk also caught our attention because it was not only unexpected, but generally the type of thing that is completely out of bounds for the situation. It’s just not everyday that your sitter starts remarking that you don’t look like you fuck very much. Did she say it like that? Of course not. Delia beat around the bush (no pun! turns out she doesn’t have a bush…) and I had no idea where she was going. My only thought (and hope!) was that Judy might get offended and defensive, and then after sending Delia home she would fuck me silly just to prove that she had it in her. Considering what my expectations had been for the remainder of the evening, even that was a very, very welcome thought.
But Delia got a little more to the point and said that we were nice and a good looking couple that deserved to enjoy each other a lot more. She explained that she wanted to ensure that she kept her sitting business going and didn’t want couples like us to stop going out if we weren’t having fun. This was the moment of truth, the moment where Judy could have prudishly responded with a curt ‘no, thank you” and sent Delia on her way for good. I could sense, however, that Judy was somewhat intrigued. Instead of blushing or putting on some bitchy face, she instead looked quizzical and said, “What do you have in mind?”
Delia casually, but confidently, moved over next to me on the couch and put her hand on my leg. She looked over to Judy, who was seated on a chair, and said, “how about if I get Tom in the mood for you?”
I was more than a little dumbfounded and was basically frozen and not sure what to do. Judy just continued to watch indifferently as Delia started massaging my leg and getting closer to my crotch. Judy looked on with the same type of curiosity she might have about a bug crawling on the outside of a window – only interested because she happened to notice it and not sure whether to continue watching.
As Delia softly massaged my leg, my hormones began to shake me from my stupor. I leaned back and didn’t try to hide the raging bulge inside my jeans. Her hands felt so, so good as they began to unbutton my fly. My mind, however, was beginning to enter an ongoing loop of “what the hell is happening” as my eyes darted from Judy, to Delia’s hands, to Delia’s hot little body, and back to Judy again over and over.
I lifted up my hips so Delia could slide my jeans down to my knees. Her hand was warm on my cock and I’m sure she also noticed how hot my cock was. I felt like I was back in high school where you’re so shocked that a chick is actually working your cock that you’re not sure what to do next. All I knew is that I wanted a ‘next’ to happen very soon. Delia, however, was so casual about the handjob that you’d think she was just twirling her hair while sitting at a traffic light. She had a relaxed smile and was looking directly at Judy.
No one said a word, but as Delia continued to stroke me, I started to softly moan and Judy slowly shifted from a look of cold detachment to piqued interest. It was like she wanted to see what was going to happen, like she was watching a movie. I reached my right arm over to Delia and started to rub her back and run my fingers through her hair. She recognized this as the universal sign of “I want a blowjob” and immediately went down on me.
A blow job! An honest to God, real life blow job by a hottie who actually wanted to suck my dick! I thought those days were over! I couldn’t believe my luck. The last time I got a blow job from Judy, it was for hanging up a shelf and lasted about 45 seconds before saying she wanted me to fuck her (as if…!). Delia’s mouth and tongue incredibly warm and soft, and I could tell she was enjoying sucking my dick as much as I was having it in her cute little mouth. She wasn’t aggressive and clearly wasn’t trying to get me to cum. I looked over at Judy, and to my surprise she was relaxing back in her chair and enjoying the show. Her shock seemed to have had also worn off, and I could see her hands beginning to twitch a little bit.
Delia kept alternating between softly sucking the head of my cock and licking the shaft, and after a few minutes when she looked over at Judy, my sexless wife was beginning to lightly touch herself through her skirt. As Delia continued to gently and expertly suck my cock, Judy gently hiked up her own skirt so she could rub her panties. Delia just looked over at Judy and smiled, and then went back to work on me. Since I had never seen Judy stroke her own pussy, this was quite a new thrill for me.
Judy then pulled her panties to the side, and I could see her finger slowly sliding in and out of her pussy. At that point, Delia let go of my cock and turned to Judy, asking her, “Are you ready for him?” To my surprise, Judy responded, “No, keep going” as she started to rub her pussy a little more quickly. As Delia returned to my cock, I reached over and let my hand roam across Delia’s back and ass. I felt the back of her bra underneath her t-shirt, and as Judy watched me slide her shirt up and unfasten her bra, I could see she now had two fingers working her pussy.
Delia shifted her body so I could completely remove her shirt and bra, and my suspicions about her having a tone and taut body were confirmed. Her tits weren’t big, but their moderate size meant they had remained firm and the tan lines surrounding them once again took me back to my youth. Momentarily forgetting all about Judy, I reached over further and ran my hand inside Delia’s shorts so I could feel her smooth ass. I helped her scrunch up a little closer so I could reach over her shorts-clad ass and rub her pussy. The outside of her shorts were already beginning to feel damp and hot around her crotch.
I sat Delia up for a moment and started kissing her full on the mouth as I pawed at her tits. She kept rubbing my cock and I reached down to unzip her shorts and help her slide them off along with her panties. She had the ass we all dream of, and like her tits, it was cutely framed with tan lines. I slid a finger into her pussy. It was soaking wet and immediately covered my finger in her juice. As I pulled it out and licked my finger, Delia moved down to the floor with her ass facing Judy and once again started sucking my cock.
I looked back up at Judy and she now had her blouse unbuttoned with one large tit hanging out awkwardly from her bra. She still was sliding two fingers in and out of her pussy, but now her free hand was alternating between caressing her free tit and rubbing her clit. I could also see that not only was she intently watching the blowjob I was getting, she was also roaming her eyes all over Delia’s naked body.
Delia reached between her own legs and started to rub her own pussy. At this point, Judy’s eyes got a bit wider and she started to really finger fuck herself. Delia must have sensed Judy’s excitement and begin to pay more attention to her own pussy than to my cock. She was still holding it and mindlessly stroking me, but she was now enjoying the feeling of her own pussy getting some attention and kept glancing back at Judy.
Judy was getting hotter and hotter and had a wild look about her. She was intently focused on Delia’s fingers sliding in and out of her shaved pussy. Delia finally let go of my cock, put her head on the floor, arched her back even higher, and then started to really work her pussy while pulling her ass cheeks apart with her other hand so Judy could get an even better view. After about another minute of frenzied fingering, Judy began to shudder and then her entire body stiffened up. After a long moment she began to go limp, exhaled loudly, and sat motionless as Delia kept fingering herself.
Too long without any attention on my cock, I reached down and pulled Delia’s face back up from the floor and positioned it over my waiting dick. As she abandoned her pussy and went back to work on my cock, Judy got up slowly and stumbled out of the room. I wasn’t sure if that meant anything, but I figured at this point there was no sense to stop having fun with Delia. I leaned back again and continued to enjoy Delia’s mouth on my cock. After a few minutes, I decided that I wanted a whole bunch of that hot pussy she had been fingering.
I helped Delia stand up and lay back on the couch, and then dived head first into that beautiful pink slit of hers. She was wet inside and out, and I did my best to lick up every drop. I nibbled on her clit and sucked on it, and then went back to trying to suck out every drop from the inside of her pussy. I kept going back and forth between her slit and her clit, and sometimes I worked her wet asshole with my tongue. She was completely shaved and I was like a kid in a candy store. Well, much better than that. I was a grown man with my faced stuffed in a beautiful pussy and ass, and if the world was coming to an end I would have been the last to know. Or care.
I finally decided that I really needed to fuck this gorgeous chick, so I flipped her over and started to bang her doggie style. She felt better than I remember any chick feeling, but I wanted to take my time and enjoy it. Too much recent history of “hurry up and cum” in my past. My trance was broken as Judy walked up, but before I could worry or even wonder what to do, she sat down right next to us. She had gotten up to get a glass of wine, and I was surprised to see her return, and especially to have her sit down right next to her husband while he was fucking someone else!
As I was fucking Delia, I looked at Judy who was just lying back a bit with a content look on her face. I was surprised to see that although she still had her blouse on, it was completely unbuttoned and she had removed her bra. She was still wearing her skirt as well, but I could see that she had taken her panties off. I kept fucking Delia as Judy just sat there watching us. Delia noticed Judy right next to her and reached over and grabbed one of Judy’s tits once in a while, but she seemed to be enjoying the fucking too much to make much of an effort to grope Judy. I kept looking down at her beautifully shaped ass and tanned body, and then over at Judy with her own gorgeous body that had all the right places exposed.
Judy parted her legs slightly and once again started gently touching her own pussy, and this was starting to really drive me crazy. She slipped a finger in and was watching me pound the shit out of Judy from behind. I could see that her pussy was getting wet again, so I reached down and stuck my own finger in her hole. We both had fingers in her pussy and I could feel how incredibly hot it was. Delia started bucking backwards really hard and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. I grabbed Delia’s hips and thrust as hard as I could while looking at Judy rubbing her pussy. Judy seemed like she wanted to get off again, but there was no way in hell I was gonna last long enough to do anything about it.
Realizing that I was going to cum soon, she started really fingering herself. I looked down at her glistening fingers and knew I would blow any moment now. After giving Delia one last thrust, I pulled out my cock and aimed it at Judy. I guess she thought I would blow my load in Delia and looked a bit startled. She pulled her hand way reflexively and then I started cumming. The first burst hit her tits and blouse, and the next landed near her navel and on her skirt. The last couple of bursts I aimed right at her pussy and hit the inside of her thigh and finally just above her swollen clit.
Just as I was finishing my orgasm, Delia spun around and was looking at Judy’s cum covered tits and pussy. She quickly knelt over her and gently tasted a drop of cum that had fallen between Judy’s tits. Liking what she tasted, she began moving her mouth all over Judy’s tits and started slurping up the cum and sucking on her nipples, swallowing everything she could find. Delia then moved down and licked some cum off of Judy’s skirt before getting onto the floor between Judy’s legs. From there, she gobbled up the big gob of cum dangling from Judy’s inner thigh.
I looked up at Judy’s face and her eye’s were screwed tightly shut but she was squeezing one of her own tits and pulling on the nipple. I looked back down at Delia who proceeded to lick the cum off the area around Judy’s pussy. Delia then stuck her tongue in her pussy and started to eat Judy’s juices the same way I had eaten hers. Instantly, Judy started bucking her pussy up into Delia’s face and Delia had to slip her arms under Judy’s spread legs in order to hang on. As Judy started cumming over and over at the touch of Delia’s experienced tongue, I reached over and started squeezing Judy’s tits.
After Judy’s orgasms subsided and we all caught our breath, Delia said “well, I guess I should be going” and slipped quickly back into her shorts and t-shirt, not bothering with her panties and bra. Judy stood up and fastened a couple buttons on her blouse and straightened her skirt before going over to the table to get her purse so she could pay Delia. Judy said “thanks for watching the kids” and Delia told us that she hoped we enjoyed the rest of our weekend. I didn’t say anything, and after closing the door behind Delia, I followed Judy to bed as if nothing unusual at all had happened.

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Deborah: Closure

The final part of the ‘Deborah’ story; follows on from the first two so read those first to get the most out of this one

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Three (Big?) Bears

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The Bradford Family Saga (end)

“Penny for your thoughts,” Marsha said quietly.
“Oh, Hi, honey. Did I wake you?”
Marsha shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve been watching your face for a
couple of minutes. I think I know what you were dreaming about.” There was a
wicked gleam in her eye. “You were reliving it, weren’t you?”
Carol just smiled.
“God, that was hot! Is it always that way?”
“No. Just at special times, like then. I’ve had three- ways before,” she said
nonchalantly, “but this time was something else.”
“Because it was family?”
Carol looked at her lovely daughter, an image of her younger self, smiled and
kissed her lightly. “Yes,” she said, “because it was family.”
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Mr. and Mrs. Goodman sat on their veranda and listen to the tinkle of laughter
coming over the wall from the Bradford pool area.
“They certainly seem to be enjoying their reunion. That really was a nice party,
wasn’t it, Arnold? They’re such a lovely family.”
“Yes, it was, Mildred. You don’t see that kind of togetherness anymore, not
much, anyway. Makes me wish our kids were more like theirs.”
“You’re right, dear, they do seem to have something special.” Mrs. Goodman
paused, then turned to her husband.
“I wonder what their secret is?”
THE END
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I hope you have enjoyed The Bradford Family Saga. All feedback is appreciated.
I can be reached @ [email protected].
Look for more of my stories to be published here, including:
The Wilson Family Saga – A multi-family story of a young man’s sexual journey through his family and his friends. Incest and Interracial theme.
The Princess Steps Out – The kidnapping and sexual abuse (?) of the Princess of Wales
by African Freedom fighters. Note: This story was written many years ago before the
world assigned sainthood to the lady in question. So if your an anglophile please
refrain from negative comments; afterall, it’s just fiction. Celebrity and Interracial
themes.
The Group – The Institution for Alternate Living invites individauls who engage in
consentual incess to discuss the who and whys of their lives.
The Amourous Adventures of the Brady Bunch – The adult Bradys gather for a family
reunion … enough said.
Conversations with a Church Lady – Under hypnosis, the wife of a leading church figure
tells a very different story. Interracial theme.
BONUS EXCERPT: “Potion”
“It’s a real aphrodisiac! I’m telling you it’ll work!”
nerdy Walter Newman gushed.
Sneering, Luther Vaughn, a muscular young black man,
grabbed young Walter’s shirt and violently pushed him up
against a sink. They were in the locker room of the boy’s
gym at South Regional High School.
Walter’s thick glasses almost flew off his blotchy nose.
Walter had a bad case of teenage acne, which was one of the
many reasons he was preoccupied with sex. He didn’t have any
real hope of getting laid, not the way he looked.
“There ain’t no such fuckin’ thing, you fuckin’ dweeb!”
Luther screamed in his face, “And besides, you brainy mother-
fuckin’ jackass, I didn’t pay you to make no bullshit
aphrodisiac, I paid you to make knock-out drops; a good
Mickey Finn! You’re really pissin’ me off, Newman!” He
pushed the young man away in disgust.
“But Luther,” Walter whined, “I can always make knock-
out drops, but this is for real!” He held up a flask of
clear liquid and an audio cassette and rushed on.
“Look, this is a very strong muscle relaxant and
tranquilizer. Give a girl a couple of drops of this and she
becomes very suseptible to suggestion.” He held up the tape.
“Subliminal, hynotic suggestion hidden behind soothing
beach sounds! It’s foolproof! She’ll be begging to fuck her
and afterwards she won’t remember a thing!
“Com’on, Luther, let’s try it!”
Walter jumped when Luther grabbed the vial and tape and
threw them in a refuse can. Surprisingly, the vial didn’t
break.
“Fuck your mumbo-jumbo, asshole!” the black teenager
sneered. “I don’t have problem one gettin’ pussy; black,
brown or white! And for a smart motherfucker you got shit
for brains! Even if that stuff worked, which it don’t; you
think chicks are gonna drink that shit and listen to some
dumbass tape just so a fuckin’ nerd like you can get into
their pants? NOT!”
He grabbed Walter’s shirt again and pushed the smaller
boy towards the locker room door.
“Now get the fuck back to the lab and get to work makin’
my knock-out drops, or I’ll break every motherfuckin’ bone in
your body.”
The door closed nosily behind them but Johnny Wilson
could still hear Luther berate Walter as they walked down the
hall. The fifteen year old peeked around the corner of the
lockers and made sure the coast was clear. The last thing he
wanted was a confrontation with Luther Vaughn. He was bad
news. A broken sneaker lace had held him up after class
making him an unseen witness to Luther and Walter’s crazy
conversation.
An aphrodiaiac! Boy, Johnny thought, Luther’s right,
Walter’s out of his lovin’ mind! That kind of stuff was out
of x-rated science fiction, or Walter’s wishful imagination.
Johnny knew there were two schools of thought concerning
Walter Newman. The first was, he’s was a boy genius and will
win the Nobel for chemistry before he’s twenty-one. The
second was, he’s a dipshit who’s gonna blow himself (and
probably the school, too) to fuckin’ smithereens.
Johnny picked up the vial and tape from the refuse bin
and cautiously looked them over. On impulse, he put the vial
in his pocket, then pulled out his Walkman and slid the tape
in and, holding the headset away from his ears, gingerly
listened. All he could hear was soothing surf sounds. He
waited a moment. If there were secret messages hidden in the
tape he hadn’t heard them. He shook his head but put the
tape in his rutsack and ran off to the lab. He was already
late.
“You’re late, John!” Mrs. Tarr said testily when he
entered the lab. “Are you trying to add to your detention?
If you are you’ve come to the right place.”
Mrs. Tarr was the one of the chemistry teachers and up
to now John thought she was kind of nice, and not bad looking
for an old woman; she was about his mother’s age, but he
hadn’t realized she had a wicked tongue.
“Eh, sorry, Mrs. Tarr. I broke a shoelace and had to
get another.”
Two girls in the corner giggled. Johnny blushed with
embarassment.
Mrs. Tarr made a face and shook her head. “If you two
are finished,” she said to the girls, “take off, and you,
John, get to work. This lab’s a mess and I want it spotless.
Maybe this will teach you that spitballs in the cafeteria
will not be tolerated.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Johnny replied.
The two girls giggled loudly as they left and Johnny’s
face burned even brighter. Grudgingly, he went to the sink,
ran water, then went around picking up dirty test-tubes and
beakers.
“When you have those things soaking, get me a cola from
the lab refrigerator,” Mrs. Tarr commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Johnny was rapidly revising his opinion of the chemistry
teacher, but as he took a bottle of cola from the
refrigerator a sudden brainstorm hit him. Why not? he asked
himself. It had to be tested. Not that it was really going
to work, but if it did wouldn’t that put this bad-mouth bitch
in her place. Quickly he took the vial from his pocket,
opened the cola and put two drops of Walter’s potion into the
dark liquid.
John grabbed a clean glass, put ice in it and was
pouring cola into it when Mrs. Tarr asked what was keeping
him. She took the glass and thanked him, rather reluctantly
John thought.
He smiled at her as she took a deep drink.
“Is there something you want, John?” she asked.
Johnny smiled. “I’d appreciate it if you’d listen to
this tape. The background is suppose to help you
consentrate more. I thought it could help me with my
homework and stuff,” he said offering his Walkman to her. “I
just want your opinion.”
Mrs. Tarr put the headphones on and said, “Only for a
moment; I’m busy. Besides, these things are usually a rip
off.”
“Thanks,” Johnny said and poured more cola into her
glass. Absently, she took another sip as she listened to the
soothing sounds of the seashore. A few moments later she pulled
the headset off and shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, it doesn’t do anything for me, but you can never
tell, it may help you to concentrate. Give it a try.”
The distain in her voice told Johnny that Walters’
bullshit aphrodisiac was just that: Bullshit! She had drank
the potion and listened to the tape. Nothing! Nada! Zip!
Johnny mumbled his thanks and went back to the sink and
started cleaning the dirty beakers again. He felt pretty
foolish. He wanted to throw the vial away but his hands were
wet. He’d wait until he was finished and then chuck the shit.
Leroy was right!
A moment later he froze as a hand reached around and
cupped his cock and balls.
“Hi, big boy,” a husky voice whispered hotly in his ear,
Wanna fuck?”
Johnny’s mouth gaped and his eyes bugged. His chest
tighten and his head started pounding. Mrs. Tarr’s tits
rubbed senuously over his shoulder blades
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I had been working hard and was sleeping in on a Saturday morning. I usually get up very early, even on weekends.
I stirred around 8, smelling coffee, and sporting wood.
When I tried to get up, I realized I was bound to the bed. Leather cuffs were on my ankles and wrists, and a collar was around my neck, Each was attached to a tether that kept me from much movement.
Sherry came bouncing into the room, ah…have you gotten your rest? But you stay in bed, what’s up?
What is that? Sherry asked as she pointed at my stiff cock. She lightly stroked my balls, and spent a great deal of time pinching my nipples. When Sherry bent her head down, I readied myself for some sucking, but she instead licked by balls and ass hole while stroking my cock slowly.
Sherry started asking me questions…Do I want her to suck my cock? Do you love it when I wrap my lips around the head? Do you love when I take it in and out slowly while I lick the underside?
This dialog and her actions had me about to explode, when Sherry stood up. I whined and begged her to finish, but she said more prep was needed. She left the room.
When she came back after 10 minutes, my hard on subsided, and I needed to piss BAD. I told her so, and she laughed. Get up and pee then she mocked, knowing I couldn’t.
What will you do for me if I let you pee? Sherry asked.
I told her I would lick her. She laughed at that…you’ll lick me anytime I want as it is. Nah…pee the bed if that’s the best you can do. What do you want Sherry, come on I need to pee…I’ll do anything, let me up?
Sherry said if I agreed to be her slave for the whole day, and obeyed her every command, she would let me pee.
I had no choice, and quickly agreed to her terms.
Now let me up- Undo these straps I urgently implored her.
Sherry laughed. I didn’t say I would let you up, I said I would let you pee…if you want to pee…pee in this bed pan while I hold your dick. How humiliating, but I had no choice.
As I peed, Sherry was empowered. This thing is mine…you are mine. You will do anything and everything I desire all day into the night…and IF you do well, I will give you that blow job you’re begging for.
Sherry kneeled over my head, and started to pinch and twist my nipples, and running her fingernails all over my chest and torso. I stared at her shaved pussy. This was torture for me. When I gazed at her wet lips, and hardened clit, I HAD to lick and suck them. I was addicted to Sherry’s pussy, she knows it, and she loved to her how much I love her pussy.
Beg me to lower myself onto you face slave, or stretch that tongue, Sherry snickered.
I began to beg and plead for the right to suck Sherry’s sweet little pussy. After several minutes, she lowered herself, plastering her pussy on my face. I licked and sucked her wildly, and brought her to a powerful climax. She let loose a huge flow of nectar, flooding my mouth, as she screamed out in pleasure.
Well done Slave, Sherry complimented, getting up and off the bed.
She left the room, and came back with a tube of lubricant and a butt plug. She lubed up the toy, and shoved it into my anus, and then turned on the vibrator. She gave my stiff cock a quick stroke, pinched my nipples hard, and left the room.
I’m going to work out…I’ll be back in an hour
I pleaded with Sherry to let me up, or get me off, or both, but she strutted out the door laughing and reminding me of my commitment to be her slave all day.
I laid there trying NOT to think sexual thoughts, but that was impossible given the buzzing in my ass. Instead, all sorts of fantasies filled my head.
The time passed slowly, and I was in a state of desperation when Sherry came back. She stood at the side of the bed, looking adorable in her sweaty spandex. She gave the butt plug a couple of pumps in my ass, and sharply twisted my nipples. She pulled off her shorts, and showed me her sweaty pussy. Want to lick this sweaty thing don’t you, she tormented. She peeled off her top, and pushed her breasts into my face. Suck my nipples slave she commanded.
Sherry pulled away. She attached vibrating nipple clamps to my erect nubs, and took another vibrator and set it against my cock. As if I needed more stimulation. My cock was throbbing and had a long thick strand of pre-cum hanging from it. My nipples were numb, yet on fire, and my balls felt full and ached. My mind raced with what was next stimulating me even more.
I heard the shower turn off, and got excited anticipating Sherry’s return and my relief.
Sherry took longer than I thought, and I became anxious. I called out to her, and pissed her off. She threatened to leave me there and go out. She was getting ready she said, and I better behave, or the wait would be longer.
Now I was thinking of long teasing and wondering if I could handle any more.
In a few minutes Sherry came into the bedroom, naked but with hair and make-up immaculate, wearing 6 inch heels. Needless to say Sherry looked great, and I told her so. She smiled and said thanks. She sat on the edge of the bed and seemed to inspect my cock, checking the hardness and amount of pre cum drooling from it. She squeezed my balls rather hard, and worked the butt plug in and out a few times. My cock jumped as she did. You are almost ready, she said as she slapped my balls lightly. The nipple clamps were removed causing sharp pain, but sent shocks directly to my nuts.
Sherry detached the tethers connected to my wrists, ankles and collar. I was pulled by them to my feet. We’re done in her slave…and we headed downstairs.
I was seated on a straight chair in front of the TV in the family room. Sherry turned on the TV, and an x rated dvd was playing. It was a Fem Dom video we had, one that featured a lot of strap on play and facesitting. Sherry had a bowl of ice cubes and rubbed them on my nipples and balls, alternating between them.
The scene on the TV showed a DOM feeding her slaves cum to him from her just fucked pussy. Sherry noticed my cock jumping, and knew this excited me. She began to talk about making me eat my cum today, and how she would make me cum again, just to see me eat again. Another slave was eating his mistress’ ass and Sherry pushed her hot ass into my face. Lick it slave she growled. I dove in and licked for all I was worth. She was standing bent over in front of me, and reached back to stroke my cock. I just about lost it after a few quick tugs, but got control. Sherry was close to cumming, and I have trouble stopping my orgasm when she cums. I tried to ask her to stop pulling on my cock, but my pleas were muffled by Sherry’s sweet ass cheeks.
Her orgasm began slowly, but built into quite a crescendo. I somehow managed to keep from joining her and Sherry almost seemed disappointed. I think she lanned to punish me for cumming here.
Well, you can’t come, huh Sherry bitched. I guess I don’t turn you on anymore.
I whined that she had ordered me not to cum, and that I worked hard to obey my mistress.
Sherry laughed. You pissed me off trying to please me…that’s funny.
Well. Watch the movie…I’ll be back in a little while. Don’t play with yourself slave. Sherry giggled.
She left the room, and I was stuck in a chair, my cock has been hard since I woke up, and my balls ached. The movie scene showed a guy tied to a chair, alone in a room…hmmm. He wasn’t alone long. Soon several women and a couple of guys take advantage of his predicament. They take turms shoving dicks and pussies into his face. They suck his cock, and fuck his ass- men and women with strap ons. They cover him with cum, and make him eat it. When they let him cum, he has to eat that load too.
Now I was freaking out. Was this going to happen? Would I be the center of an orgy? I wasn’t ready for that. Of course I was turned on beyond belief by the thoughts.
Sherry came into the room, wearing a cute t shirt dress that showed off her cute breasts. There weren’t others with her now, but…
Sherry sat down on the bed, and told me she was going to suck my cock until the timer goes off. When the timer goes off she would stop, and start again after at least a 30 minute pause. I was free to cum if I could. The time of the clock was random, ranging from 10 to 150 seconds. Neither of (or not me anyway) would know the amount of time, and the clock featured a no display option, so there was no indicator at all. It made the time seem so real. Each second was important, and the next not promised.
The 1st session was actually a long one, and I could have cum twice, but fought it back. I knew Sherry wanted to play this out, and I did not want to disappoint. She told me exactly that, as she stopped and pushed her pussy into my face, forcing me to lick her and bringing her to a thunderous climax.
She quickly left the room again after changing the dvd.
My new torture/ entertainment was non stop lesbian…not a real dick to be found. Like most guys, I love to watch a girl girl scene, and always am open to a threesome with Sherry and a hot girlfriend. The flick was kind of anti male, insulting the penis often. They were all hot, and they came and came, eating each other and squirting all over each other. I wanted to be the only guy there, and hoped that Sherry was coming in with a friend or 6.
I was lost in a fantasy, and physically numb when Sherry came back in. She unhooked me, and had me follow her into the bathroom. I was told to pee, and get in the shower. I was to wash and shave my genitals. Sherry stood over me and watched to make sure I didn’t masturbate. It’s a good thing she did, I struggled to not beat off madly and spray cum all over that shower. I ran the razor all over and cleaned up my already shaved pubic area. I washed and rinsed quickly, I couldn’t believe how badly I wanted to masturbate.
Sherry laid out an outfit…or my tools of torment. There was a set of nipple clamps that attached to a cock ring…a collar and matching leather wrist cuffs. There was also a device that I had to step into. It featured a big vibrating butt plug, and a vibrating cock harness. She left the room and said don’t touch that cock. Be downstairs in 2 minutes.
When I was “dressed” I made my way down the hall and to the stairs. I paused and listened for voices, but couldn’t hear anything. I walked down the stairs and toward the family room. The house seemed empty, and I began to panic. I also realized I was alone, and could make myself cum.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. Sherry invited people over, and now wasn’t here to let them in…did she think I would? Dressed like this? The doorbell rang again, followed by insistent knocking. I had to answer it, and walked to the door and peer out the window to see Sherry was on the other side of the door. Relieved, I swung the door open laughing, only to see Sherry did have 2 friends with her.
I was led into family room and tethered on my back in the middle of the floor. Sherry and friends quickly started to make out and fondle each other. They undressed quickly and settled into a chain. Sherry was getting licked by a cute blond with perky boobs, while she buried her face into a hot Asian beauty.
No one paid any attention to me, yet I really thought I would cum from all of the stimulation. The ladies were howling in the those of passion for quite some time. They were cumming again and again, and had no need for me it seemed. After what seemed an hour, Sherry got up and came by me. Enjoying the view slave, she asked. She said it was time to suck my cock. Sherry had the others come over and explained the random timer, and then pressed a couple of buttons to set it, and swallowed my cock to the hilt in one swift move. Sherry then pulled it out slowly until just the swollen head was still in contact with her luscious lips. She started to swirl her tongue all over the head while stroking it wildly with her hand. I was about to surrender to the orgasm, when the timer went off. Sherry stopped instantly and her friends scurried out with her all of them giggling.
I could hear the others leaving, thanking Sherry and wishing her luck with me. Sherry then came back into the family room. She told me I was a god slave, and deserved to cum. She grabbed my cock and stroked it. She told me she was going to suck you and make you cum hard. You deserve it slave, I can’t make you wait any longer. Here goes baby get ready to cum…and she set the timer…what the fuck…noooo. I cannot wait.
Sherry ripped into my dick like a lion attacking a side of antelope. She sucked it and stroked it rapidly. I was turning into mush. I felt the orgasm of my life start to build deep within my core. I began to shake, as Sherry increased her pace.
Then the timer went off.
Sherry took the timer and tossed it…never mind that timer. That was wrong. I feel bad. You should have gotten to cum. You need to cum, don’t you slave, she asked.
Yes, I really do mistress. Please don’t make me wait and watch another movie…I can’t take it. Don’t leave. Stay. Untie me, please? I begged.
Sherry left, but returned right away. She sported a strap on dildo, and had a tube of KY in her hand. I am going to fuck your brains out slave, Sherry threatened.
Sherry pulled my legs up and tethered them so that my legs were above my head and my seeping dick looked me eye to eye.
She began to lube my ass, and then greased the dildo. My ass was prepared after holding a butt plug all day, so there was no pain as Sherry pushed her dick in. I knew if I started to beg for her pussy, or mouth, Sherry would simply stop and I’d have no chance to get off. As she sawed the dildo in and out, she was treated to a vibrator pressing against her clit. This caused her to explode in a massive orgasm, screaming out as wave after wave rushed through her body.
Sherry pulled out of my ass and took off the dildo, and plopped down on my face, saying lick me slave, as if I had a choice. She was wetter than ever, and seemed to keep cumming over and over as I sucked and licked her clit. She kept repeating what a great cunt licker I was, and kept gushing her juices into my mouth and all over my face.
Finally, Sherry lifted her pussy from my face, and lowered her moth to my cock, still kneeling above my so I was staring at her dripping pussy. She began an unbelievable assault on my cock. Sucking it deep, fingering my ass, squeezing and slapping my balls. When I felt the build up coming, I warned Sherry I was about to cum. She stopped, and I started freaking out…no don’t stop, pleaaase I roared.
Instead of stopping however, Sherry was simply just shifting positions. She moved to between my legs, and started licking from ass to the tip of my cock, over and over. She had grabbed the dildo and shoved it back in my ass.
Finally, my orgasm began. Starting deep in my balls, a trembling radiated throughout my body. I started shaking uncontrollably, the 1st stream of cum shot out like a speeding bullet, and landed directly in my mouth. Volley after volley of spunk flew onto my face, coating me, as Sherry kept licking. The stream subsided, but my cock continued to spasm, even if there was no more spunk.
As Sherry got up, she grabbed a camera, and took several photos to capture the moment, before untying me. We kissed deeply, sharing our tasty mixture of juices.
Sherry then asked…how soon will you be ready to go again…I still didn’t get fucked

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the room in my room part.1

hi im david im 14 and i live in las vegas. im 5’10 and im really skinny. i have brown hair that used to be styled like a skaters hair cut but it grew out even more so its not that long but you can tell ive got alot of it if our far away. but this isnt about just me…