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Summer job pt 1

This is the story about my summer job for my father. The majority of the story is true. However, there are some embellishments, and one aspect that is fantasy in part 2….but I will let you decide which is which;-)

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My summer in France part 2

Part 2
That night I went out with some of my buddies. We saw an art museum, and many of the paintings (as will happen in Paris) contained images of naked women. We giggled and pointed at their tits and pussies, and one of my buddies said he’d love to get one of the models alone somewhere.
I remained quiet about my experience from earlier that night, although I kept thinking about it. I also thought about all the other things I would love to do to Danielle. It looked like I’d be taking a lot of showers this trip. I still wondered about her daughters though. Would Michelle and Alice be ok with me showering at the same time as them?
Much to my disappointment upon arriving home, however, everyone was asleep. I silently went into my room and got ready for bed. As I lay down and drifted off, I thought about how the first thing I was going to do in the morning was take a shower.
For some reason I woke up around 3 am, perhaps from jet lag. I lay in bed, feeling wide awake, but knowing I should sleep. Finally, I had to pee, which seemed as good an excuse as any to get up. I opened my door and padded silently down the hall towards the restroom. As I relieved myself, I looked at the double shower that had been the location of so much fun earlier. My cock began to stiffen again as I thought of Danielle naked, and the feeling of her finger in my asshole. I flushed and decided to go back to my room and jerk off.
As I left the bathroom, however, I noticed that the light in Danielle’s room was on, and there was the sound of voices coming from it. Curious, I tried to peek through the key hole. I saw nothing. I knocked softly. There was no answer. I tried the doorknob and it turned easily. I opened the door a couple inches and peeked inside. Danielle was sitting on her bed and Alice stood in front of her. They were clearly in the middle of an argument, but I, with my limited knowledge of French, was unable to make out what they were saying. They were both visibly upset, but were making an effort to keep their voices down. Suddenly Danielle noticed me.
“Jason, come in please.”
I did as I was asked. “Sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I couldn’t sleep and I noticed your light was on.”
“That’s ok,” said Danielle. “Alice decided she would sneak out tonight and get drunk with her friends, even though I told her not to. I’m going to punish her. But since you’re here anyway, I thought you should be aware of what happens when I am disobeyed.”
Alice turned bright pink. “But maman,” she said, “He cannot watch”.
Danielle looked more angry. “He can and he will. He is a part of this family for now, and he needs to understand. Now come here.”
Alice began to cry. I had a feeling I knew what was coming, and for some bizarre reason I found that it aroused me. Alice walked towards the bed and Danielle grabbed her, bringing her down across her lap. Danielle motioned for me to come closer.
“This is what happens when I am disobeyed,” she said.
With that, she brought her hand down hard on Alice’s ass. Smack! Again and again and again. Smack! Smack! Smack! I counted 15 spanks. As though she knew what to do, after the fifteenth, Alice stood up and removed her sweater. She glanced at me before tossing it aside and undoing her pants. She slowly lowered them. Before she was even finished, Danielle brought her back into her lap and gave her another 15 hard swats. Smack! Smack! Smack!
Again, after the fifteenth, Alice stood up on her own. This time she removed her shirt and placed it on top of her sweater. Then she stepped out of her pants and removed her socks. She had an amazing body. No fat whatsoever, and bigger tits than I had initially thought. She was wearing a plain white bra and cute panties with little hearts all over them. Again, she glanced quickly at me, and I could see that the deep red of her ass cheeks was matched by the deep red of her face. Again Danielle pulled her over her knee. Smack! Smack! Smack! 15 more spanks. I was getting very aroused now, as I looked at Alice’s cute ass getting smacked. My cock was stiffening in my pants and the sweatpants I was wearing hardly concealed that fact. I checked to see if either of them were looking at me. Deciding I was safe, I quickly tucked the head of my cock under my waistband, where it continued to grow.
After 15 spanks, Alice stood up again. Here, for the first time she paused, looking meaningfully at me. Danielle cleared her throat. Alice reached slowly behind her back and undid her bra. She covered her tits with one hand and placed the bra on the ground. Danielle cleared her throat again and Alice moved the bra on top of her shirt and sweater. As she did, one tit came free, and I saw the prettiest, perkiest nipple I had ever seen. I had to get my hands on them. My cock grew uncomfortably hard. Alice slowly slid her panties to the ground. I saw her completely bare pussy. It looked so good, I almost went over to her and fucked her right there. But I didn’t. I stood rooted to the spot and watched as Danielle once again lowered Alice across her lap.
Fifteen swats later Alice stood up. She placed her hands above her head and stood next to the bed, facing me. I looked over every inch of her body. I couldn’t wait to get to my room and jerk off, but this was too good to miss. Danielle looked at me.
“This is what happens if you disobey me, Jason. I am your mother this month, and you will do as I say. Alice did not and she suffered because of it. I do not want to do the same to you.” Danielle stood up and gave Alice a hug. Alice cried softly into her shoulder. Danielle rubbed her back.
“Do you want a treat? Does mommy’s good little girl want a treat after she’s been spanked?”
Alice sniffled and nodded. Danielle pulled away and sat on the bed again. Even through the tears, Alice looked gorgeous. Danielle spoke to me.
“I am not all mean, Jason. If you have learned your lesson, mommy is always willing to forgive. Alice has learned hers and now she gets a treat. Again, Jason, this may seem weird to you, but it is not. You are part of our family and this is how we do things.”
Danielle removed her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her huge tits swept forward to greet the world. I forgot just how big and beautiful they were. Danielle beckoned to Alice, who lay across her mother’s lap again. This time however, her head was in Danielle’s lap, and Danielle cradled her affectionately.
“I have been breast feeding my children as a treat since they were born,” she explained. “After they are punished, I like to re-establish the connection with them.”
I was mesmerized. There was quite possibly nothing hotter than watching this gorgeous mother feed the sweet milk of her massive tits to her completely naked 15 year old daughter. Alice sucked on one nipple, then the other and soon her sniffles stopped. Danielle slowly removed her nipple from Alice’s mouth.
“All better?” she asked. Alice smiled up at her.
“Je t’aime maman.” I understood this. I was impressed by how close they seemed, when minutes earlier Alice had been crying as a result of her mother’s actions. This was an interesting family, but I began to understand them.
My cock, however, understood something as well. There were naked women in front of me, and it wanted them.
“I’m going to go to sleep now.” I announced, fully meaning that I was going to jerk off.
“Attend Jason,” said Alice. I stopped at her request and looked back. She came right up to me and gave me a hug. “I am happy you were here for that. I feel close to you too.” I could feel her perfect, perky tits pressed up against my chest. I held her and she sighed into my shoulder. Danielle looked at us.
“You know, I still have some milk left Jason. Would you like to try?” I was unsure. I wanted to go jerk off desperately, but sucking on those big nipples would just be so amazing! I nodded. Alice and I walked over to the bed and we both lay in Danielle’s lap, one on either side. Danielle stopped me when I tried to suck on her nipple.
“Jason, wait. We have one rule. To feel close to the child, the mother must have skin to skin contact. This means you must be naked for this to work.”
I hesitated. Alice looked at me.
“It’s very important Jason. Please trust me,” said Danielle.
I stood up and slowly removed my shirt. I hesitated, knowing my rock hard cock was about to become visible to the world. Alice was watching so closely. She smiled.
“C’est bon Jason. C’est maman.”
I didn’t really understand her, but I got the gist of it. I slipped my thumbs into the waistband and pulled my sweatpants off. My cock sprang free. Alice’s eyes widened at the sight of it. Danielle smiled, no doubt remembering our afternoon shower session. She motioned for me to lie down. Alice was still staring at my crotch. Embarrassed, I covered myself with my hands and sat down.
“No need to be embarrassed, remember Jason?” said Danielle. “We are all just people.”
With that, Danielle pulled me into her lap. I felt Alice’s hair brush mine as she lay down opposite me. Danielle smiled down at us and hefted her tits into our mouths. I loved the feeling of her nipple nudging my lips apart. I sucked, and the sweet milk came out. It tasted good. I understood why this was considered a treat for her children. I soon forgot that I was lying naked in an almost stranger’s lap, sucking her breast milk while her naked daughter did the same inches from me. I began to grow sleepy, as the warm milk filled me up.
Suddenly, I noticed Danielle rubbing my chest. I wasn’t sure how long she had been doing it, but it felt nice and I snuggled closer to her. Her hand moved lower, and it brushed across my stomach. It was inches away from my still hard cock. Unconsciously I must have moved my hips up a little bit, because before I knew what was happening, Danielle had her hand wrapped around my cock and was jerking me off. I moaned into her tit, but she forced it further into my mouth and kept stroking. It felt amazing. The sensation on my cock, combined with the taste of warm milk was bringing me to the edge. I opened my eyes, trying to alert Danielle that I was about to come. She looked into my eyes and smiled. I had permission. I twitched and went over the edge. I shot several loads onto my chest. Without pausing, Danielle reached for a tissue box at the side of the bed and cleaned me up, then pulled me closer to her chest, where I kept sucking her tit.
At some point, I must have drifted off, because I woke up a couple hours later still naked in Danielle’s lap. She must have fallen asleep too, because she was lying down. I pushed myself up and noticed that Alice was still sleeping, naked, inches from me. I looked her up and down again. God she was cute. My stirring must have woken her because a few seconds later she woke up too. She grinned at me. I grinned back sheepishly. We both stood up and put our clothes back on. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and ran out the door. I looked back at Danielle. She was sleeping on her back, with her big beautiful tits out for the world to see. I looked at them for several long minutes before I figured I had made a mental image. Although, I reminded myself, I could always disobey her if I wanted to see them again. But that would involve a rather painful spanking, and I wasn’t sure I wanted that. I went into my room and quickly fell asleep again, filled with thoughts of tits, pussies, spankings and showers. It was going to be a great month.

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My Son’s Best Friend Part 5 His Mother and My Son

My name is Karen, and I first appeared in Jackie’s story “My Son’s Best Friend Part 4”, where we all had a great time at Jackie’s sauna and her son Ricky fucked me good after a very dry season, as I had been neglected by my husband for a long time, while my son Zack took care of Jackie in the same space.
My nineteen years marriage was in a terrible phase: my husband, from a loving and caring man, became a workaholic addicted to money and position in his company: he only thought about work, travelled a lot internationally and spent months before coming home. When he occasionally came back, he was always spent, jet legged and had a lot of things to catch up at the head office, so we hardly had any quality time together, not to mention any good sex. My older daughter was already in college, so all I had was Zack at home and my successful work as a lawyer to get some satisfaction. Nevertheless, I was very frustrated.
After having sex and all the fun at Jackie’s, I felt bad sometimes: I had never cheated on Greg, my husband, and I wished we hadn’t come to a situation like that. Yes, it was his choice and his fault, I needed sex and I had gotten somewhere else what he did not give me, and it was good, but occasionally I felt wrong and guilty anyway.
Three weeks after that episode at Jackie’s sauna it would be our 20th anniversary. I talked a lot with Greg over the phone, email, texted him, and I got his commitment that he would spend that special night at home. I was happy and I hoped to rescue that special relationship, love and even the pleasant sex life we once had.
The big day arrived, and in the morning he sent me flowers. The day had started well. Greg called me from the office. He was already in town but, following his routine, he showered in the 1st class lounge at the airport and went straight to work. He assured me he would be home at 6PM.
I skipped work and prepared myself for the evening: I spent the morning in a beauty salon, hired a professional chef to cook a special French dinner, I personally fixed the table including candles, selected the champagne and wine, and obviously dispatched Zack to Jackie’s after school.
At 5:30PM I finished my make-up – including a quick spray of Chanel on my breasts and pubis – and started dressing: I had bought specially for the occasion a very expensive set of a red transparent lace garter belt and a minuscule G-string that did not cover my hairy pussy – Greg was always turned on by my bush – and was provocatively stuck inside my ass cheeks. I felt like a slut when I dressed it, contrasting with my white skin and with my usual discrete and conservative style. I put on a long silk red backless side slit dress, revealing my long well-shaped legs to my thighs. Complemented by 4 inch stilettos and my favorite diamonds set, I felt adorably elegant and sexy at the same time. Greg would certainly notice the difference.
At 6PM I turned the music on, popped the champagne already in the ice bucket, and waited for my husband. I was fuming at 6:30 when the phone rang: it was Greg, of course, saying he was very sorry, blah blah blah, but there would be an important meeting in Geneva in the morning, and he felt the local team was not up to it, so he was already at the airport. He was still trying to explain what was not explainable – he had just sad “he felt the local team was not up to it”, so it was his decision, and a very feeble one – so I simply yelled “Son of a Bitch!” and hung up.
I couldn’t believe he had done that again. I had planned everything, and of course my soul and my body expected sex to finish what was supposed to be a glorious evening. But I wouldn’t stay there, crying over spilled milk. I would have my revenge! I called Jackie, explained what had happened, and asked if I could borrow Ricky to make me company for dinner. She laughed and told me I could keep him for the night, if I left Zack as collateral. She told me to wait and she would bring him in momentarily.
In 30 minutes or so Ricky knocked at the door. He was charmingly dressed in a blazer and tie, and brought me flowers. My last tears were gone, I told him to come in, smelled the flowers, hugged, and kissed him in the mouth.
We had a lovely dinner and since he came in he was devouring me with his eyes. I was sure he hadn’t the slightest idea I could look and dress like that, and I had felt his hardening cock’s pressure against my body when he first hugged me. When we finished dinner, we walked to the living room and when I got there he hugged me from behind, his hard-on against my ass. I am already taller than him, and with my stilettos it reached the lower part of my butt. I stopped, cuddled, and let him start exploring my body, fondling my braless boobs. I turned, hugged him too and we kissed ardently.
He caressed my bare back and felt my ass, while I hugged him and grabbed his firm buttocks, feeling his cock’s pressure against my crotch. I felt his hand sliding into the slit of my dress and when he found the garter belt and then touched my pubic hair escaping out of my G-string I felt his cock pulse, grow and get harder as he palmed my pussy. “Not here – I whispered in his ear – let’s go the bedroom.” I wanted that lovely boy to fuck me in that bastard’s bed!
Once we got there I told him to undress. He did that in a flash, while I slowly removed my dress and stayed in front of him only with my garter belt and G-string. He came to me and started sucking by perky boobs and my nipples harder and harder, while he fondled my pussy from inside the thongs. I was so wet! I grabbed his pulsing hard tool, marveled again by its thickness. Another clear advantage compared to my husband’s thin wiener which in the recent years required some effort to stand up. I shivered in excitement with that comparison, pushed him gently to bed, and started blowing him.
It was so good! His cockhead was so big that it barely fit my delicate mouth. I licked it, pulled the foreskin down, cleaned all the precum, and finally managed to take it all in my mouth. I managed to swallow a couple inches more, not too much, so to make it up for him I massaged his balls and caressed the entire length of the shaft. It was not too long, actually, but the thickness was a big plus from what I could remember from our last and only fucking session.
He caressed the back of my head and fondled my tits, until he asked me to lie on my back. He kissed me again, first in the mouth, tits, bellybutton, and knelt between my legs. He carefully removed my G-string and, keeping the garter belt, started eating me. He started with my clit, licking it, and held it between his lips. He whispered: “Wow, Auntie, that’s big!” Yes, I have a big clit, almost 1 inch long when engorged, running a long way in the family. “Yes it is, baby, but take it easy or it will be discomforting for me.” He started tonguing my pussy from bottom to top and back, in long strokes, and then concentrated in my vagina, probing deep inside it. His nose touched my clit area and it was so good! He moved down and licked me intensely near the anus, and it was very arousing, as he inserted a finger looking for my G spot. Jackie had trained him well!
I was feeling I was going to cum, and I asked to come back to my clit: “Now it’s time, Sweetie, lick my clit.” He did that, licked and bit it with his lips while still massaging my G-spot with two fingers now. I enjoyed it in shock waves for a while, then it got more intense and I started to squirt all in his face. He was taken by surprised, almost choked, but was brave enough and continued with his noble mission, increasing his tonguing motion, and I finally started to cum. I shook, trembled, but he expertly removed his fingers from my vagina and held my hips, keeping my pussy open to his mouth, so he could keep licking my clit delicately and inserting his tongue deeply from time to time. I came forever, and almost fainted.
He came crawling, ley beside and hugged me. He had a big smile and my goo all over his face. “Oh darling, what have I done to you?” I asked. “It was nice, Auntie, it was salty and it was good to know how you were enjoying it.” I loved when he called me Auntie, and I licked and kissed him clean, like a bitch to her puppy, while he played with my tits. “And your hairy pussy and big clit makes me so horny, Auntie, I almost came just looking at you and eating you.” “That’s not acceptable, darling, I have a much better place for this beautiful hard cock to come” – I replied. “I want you in my mouth too, but I will do that later. Come here.”
I laid back and removed my garter belt. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. He positioned himself and I raised and bent my knees, offering my drenched pussy to him. He brushed his cock in my pussy a few times, placed the head at the entrance of my vagina and started the penetration. I opened my pussy lips with my fingers to help him, and the head was inside. I can’t describe the pleasure to slowly feel that tool filling me, his warm iron hardness stretching slowly and consistently my wet vagina walls. I held his beautiful face until his pelvis bumped into mine. He was all inside, and it was wonderful!
Slowly, he started moving. We looked at each other, smiling, he looked down at my boobs and back at my face, and we stayed in that exciting rhythm forever. He held himself in one hand and with the other caressed my tit with round movements and pinched my nipple softly.
He put again two hands on bed, raised his chest and started accelerating his movements, turning his head backwards, and I felt he was almost there. I was in the same pace, and increased my tempo to help him. I wanted to feel all his pressure inside me, so I wrapped my legs around his torso, pulling him inside me as much as I could, and started coming. He started moaning, first softly, than loudly, and was in full speed now, in and out me, bumping noisily against my pussy while he did that. I kept my legs tight around him and shook and screamed in ecstasy.
When we finally finished, he delicately hugged me still inside my soaked and creamed vagina, and we both turned together side by side, facing each other. We kissed, cuddled, his hand rested on my ass, until his cock was limp enough to slip out of my pussy, his abundant sperm dripping. We closed our eyes and may have dozed off.
I woke up with his rigidity pressing against my belly. He was still asleep, and I couldn’t avoid a chuckle, so he woke up too and smiled when he understood why I was chuckling. We went to the bathroom and spooned nicely when we came back. His boner was poking my ass all the time, his hands holding my breasts, and I asked him cheerfully if he was always hard. “Yes, it always comes that way with a naked hot woman – he replied – but maybe you can help me out with that beautiful round ass of yours.”
I was not expecting that. Greg the Prick, my husband, was not a backdoor fan and, although I was not a virgin there, it had been a long, long time. From my side, I never had any big pleasure anally, I only did it to please my sex mates, but Ricky was so sweet and so kind and attentive to me that I couldn’t say no. “OK, Sweetie, I will do it, but you will have to be very careful there.” “Don’t worry, I will. Do you have any lube?” he asked. Of course I didn’t, but I could not disappoint him and I had an idea. I stood up, put on my stilettos instead of my slippers, and walked downstairs gloriously and sexily naked, to Ricky’s great visual pleasure. I felt like a slut, and it was good!
In a minute I was back with a can of whipped cream, and Ricky opened a big smile. He would be my dessert, I owed him a nice blow after what he had done to me, and I had something more in mind. I told him to lie and covered his beautiful hard dick with cream. I licked him from the base up, occasionally stopping to kiss him in the mouth with my dirty face, and we laughed. Then I came back down and focused on his cock head, licking it to remove the cream, tasting its mix with precum, and finally taking it in my mouth. He moved sideways, turned me also sidewise still with his cock in my mouth. He took the can, spread some cream all over my pussy and started a 69. I managed to swallow a good chunk of his cock, helped by the taste and the slippery cream and he attacked my pussy with powerful strokes. Soon I sensed he was aroused enough for the next step, so I took my pussy away from his mouth, turned around, and lay beside him, my back to him.
“Spread some cream in my asshole, darling” – I instructed – “and also in your cockhead, then come in slowly”. I hoped the grease would help the penetration. He opened my butt cheeks and I chilled when I felt the cold cream inside them. I heard when he creamed himself and I felt the pressure of his cock, first outside my asshole, and when he sensed he was in the right position he slowly started to push.
He was very careful, but he was too thick and I was really not used to it anyway, so I did not relax enough and felt a sting. He stopped for a while, kept caressing my boobs and brought a hand down to my pussy. He played with my still creamy clit and vagina, and I felt a bit more relaxed when he started moving his cock again. The pain slowly subsided and I held his cock to feel where he was. His head was already in, his cock maybe a couple inches more. It would be easier now.
He kept his slow rhythm, small in-and-out movements, and soon I felt his body pressing against my ass, we had done it! There was no pain, but I felt a different sensation, much different than having my vagina filled by that magnificent penis. He asked me if I was OK, and I said: “Yes, darling, fuck Auntie’s asshole, it’s yours.” It turned him on, and he starting moving, increasing the amplitude, and soon he was pumping furiously. “I like that so much, Auntie, it’s so tight”, he said. It was not bad now: I knew I would not reach an orgasm, but I was pleased by the effect I had on him.
It seemed he was not totally comfortable, so he put all his cock inside me, held my body, and turned us around together, me in doggy position and he kneeling behind be. He held my hips and started pumping furiously. I felt him going deeper and deeper now and his cock getting bigger and thicker. Yet, no pain, and I felt good, my pussy tingling wet.
He started moving faster and faster, his grip strengthened, his breathing accelerated, and he started coming, banging my ass with his body and moaning with pleasure. I didn’t come, as I had expected, but I felt a very good sensation as I inserted a finger into my pussy and felt his cock stretching my backdoor. Finally, he collapsed over me, exhausted.
After a while we showered together and had a great night sleep. I awoke again in the middle of the night with his hard cock poking me, and I had to take care of that in my happy pussy, no complaints. In the morning, I picked Zack at Jackie’s and took them to school.
It was my best anniversary in many, many years, and I was glad that my stupid husband didn’t come. Literally! But I came a lot, anyway! I was a different woman, and I was happy with that transformation.
I went to the office and went to see a colleague from Family Law. I had to file for divorce urgently.

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WANTED: A Fantasy Rapist

WANTED: a Fantasy Rapist
As a girl, certain things get me going sexually. Those things change. Old ones die out, and new ones excite me. I really never know when something will trigger my sexual urges.
This one really got to me, and still does.
I sounds kinda crazy, but it has given me a secret thrill that still goes on and on.
It started when I was young and my girlfriend confided in me that her dad would pretend to rape her. She would resist and struggle pretending she didn’t want him to fuck her, but….. they would end up fucking so hot she couldn‘t wait until they did it again. She said the excitement of not knowing when he would do it, caused her to began to tease him.
Daring him to grab her and try and fuck her. Teasing him while her mom was close by. Copping feels on him, flashing her tits at him. Kissing him and slipping in her tongue real quick. They both loved it and when mom was gone, he would grab her, trying to fuck her. She played like she was resisting him and pretended to fight him off.
She remembered the very first time it happened. Her mom was gone and she got in bed with her dad that morning. She said that no man was ever gonna rape her, she knew ways to keep from being raped. She said: “Try me dad, and I’ll show you.” He laughed and started in trying to fuck her. He got a big boner doing this as he held her down.
She whispered out of breath: (“Don’t waste it,”) and stuck his cock in her pussy.
It was a trick on him to get him to fuck her.
They continue to practice her prevention methods till this very day.
She never told her mom or anyone because she liked the sex so much. She got the sexual attention from her dad she liked, and he never hurt her in any way.
I was so aroused by her story I got very wet. I pumped her for every detail she could remember.
She said it started when she asked him if they could have sex behind mom’s back. No one would ever know, and she admitted to him she had fantasies about them having hot sex.
He said he’d think about it.
She got her hopes up and masturbated thinking about his desires going wild. He would just taking her and hold her down and rip her clothes off and they would fuck hard. The out of control desire part is what got her off. He had to want her so bad, he just held her down and took the sex from her….at that point she would have a real hot climax that left her breathless and satisfied.
Now I was really turned on by her story and tried to hide my arousal. I fantasized a boyfriend wanting me so bad and pretending to hold me down, tearing my blouse buttons off, tearing my bra off, pulling my skirt up and tearing my panties off and then fucking me with passion.
This became my favorite thing to think about as I fingered my self to orgasm. The orgasms were way hotter than before. I still think about it when I want to masturbate to a real hot orgasm.
Then this happened…..
I met a guy at my work and we became close. As we talked one night we ended up fucking real hot. He said something that triggered me. He said the owners daughter at our work was such a bitch, he would love to take her stuck up, uppity ass, and rip her fucking skirt and panties off and fuck her right on the warehouse floor. I got really excited. As we sat on my couch, I snuggled up to him and asked him to describe in detail, how in his fantasy he would do it.
He laughed and said he was against rape of any kind….but….in a fantasy, it would be exciting to see the bitch struggle and whine while he fucked her. I said ok, fantasy fuck her and tell me how you wish it would happen.
He caught on quick that this excited me and this was just what he wanted to do. He cleverly smiled at me and said: “First I’ll describe it, then…I’ll show you how I would do it.”
( Show me!!…oh my god…)
I got instantly wet and gasp as I pictured him pretending to rape me. He had just turned me on! I felt my pussy tingle over and over.
We smiled at each other. Nothing needed to be said as we were on for a hot fantasy rape.
He began to tell me about the owners daughter being such a bitch to him in the back room. She was a rich hot looking girl. Big tits and wore business suits that were so tight, she could hardly walk.
He said he would get her in the big store room and shut and lock the door. She would say: “What the hell do you think your doing!…unlock and open that door! He would smile at her and walk slowly towards her. She would say: “Damn you! Open that
….oh my…don’t you come any closer. I’ll yell for my dad, and your ass will be put in jail and fired!” He would just keep walking slowly towards her He would say: “Why aren’t you yelling?” She would stare at his big boner showing in his pants. Next she would be up against the wall and say quietly: “Your not going to do anything, you wouldn’t dare touch me. I’m more woman than you can handle.” Now they would be nose to nose with her whispering out of breath: (“..get out of my way,….. you can’t have me…but….
if you really want me that bad…we can work something out..” I would kiss her and take her down on the floor while still kissing her. I would tear the buttons right off her blouse and feel those big tits. I’d tell her ..”If I’m going to be fired and jailed, I’m going to get some hot pussy from you before I go.” She would whisper: ( “get off me, your not man enough to fuck me.” )
I would force her skirt up, feeling her nice ass and rip her panties off. I’d force her legs wide open and shove my fingers in her pussy. She’d squirm and moan. Then I’d jam my boner in her all the way. I’d hold her wrists as she struggled. She’d whimper and then…. start kissing me back. She’d say…”oh my god” as I moved my cock in her. She’d say: “…ohhhh god your, making me so hot”…. and I’d fuck her so good she’d never forget it and want more.”
I was on the verge of an orgasm from the story.
I said here‘s what I would do…….. “I would never let you do that to me, I would fight your hot desire to fuck me. I would pull your hands off my tits. I would cover my pussy so you couldn’t fuck me. I would hold your cock and keep you from putting it in me. I would push your lips away from kissing me or sucking on my nipples. I would say…”Let me go you bastard, you can’t have sex from me. I’m crossing my legs so you can’t fuck me!”
I leaned over in his face and said: “Now….what would you do????”
He smiled and touched my face. He said: “Your a feisty little bitch, aren’t you. Well a feisty girl is what turns me on. You think your pussy is the greatest fuck in the world?….well let’s just see if that’s true.” He slowly pushed me down on the couch and held me there. He tried to kiss me but I turned my head away.
I was so turned on I began to pant.
I said: “Don’t even think about trying to fuck me, I don’t want to fuck right now, so get off me.” He said: “I’m not asking permission, I’m taking what I want.” He held my head and started kissing me, shoving his tongue inside my lips as my teeth were clinched. I took my one free hand and pulled his hair. It only excited him, as I felt and heard my blouse snaps being opened. I tried to hold my blouse closed, but his strong hands pulled it wide open. I had no bra on.
“Well…what do we have here….looks like two delicious nice tittys.” He started sucking my nipples, something I get turn on by real fast. He reached up and held both my wrists with one of his large hands.
“Get off me!” I moaned.
I felt his free hand slide down my tummy slowly. I heard the rip of a button and then a zipper tearing apart. I gasp and said: “Stop, you desire freak. Wanting me and getting me are two different things. I’m warning you I “…..his tongue slipped in my mouth and found mine. They did battle, twisting and feeling each other. I was so hot I was burning up with excitement. I started getting weak from his passionate kisses. He slowly eased down my shorts and panties. I began to tremble and couldn’t stop. My body began to squirm. I heard his belt unbuckle and felt his jeans sliding down.
He pulled my arms up and around his neck. He was as excited as I was. He pulled my knees up and started feeling my pussy. I jumped and squirmed again. I felt his fingers slide up and down over my wet pussy and sensitive clit. I moaned a breathless moan saying: ”…if you have to fuck me… make it good…real good.”
I loved seeing his face pink with excitement and out of breath. He felt he had wore me down and was now going for what he had highly desired and been denied.
He thought….
Damn, she’s made me so fuck’in hot, I’m gonna fuck her hard. I love it when she resists me. Now for some hot pussy….
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I opened my legs wide as I felt him slide the head of his cock up and down my dripping pussy. He found my entrance and teased me by ‘not’ putting it in. I began to squirm and reached down and put his wet cock head in myself. I pulled his butt cheeks hard to drive him in me deep.
That just fired me up. I’ll show him what a good fuck is. I ground my pussy down firm against his cock. I was going to give him the best fuck of his life. It was beautiful. We both were so turned on, he drug me to the floor, and put my legs up on his shoulders. I loved the feeling of him going deep in me. Our tongues were going crazy, then we gasp for breath.
I was peeking and my body was trembling. We started fucking fast as I squirmed.
I moaned loud and shuddered as I felt his first load shoot hard in me. He groaned long as his balls pulled up hard….. his cock just kept shooting. I yelled something loud, I climaxed hard and squeezed my pussy as tight as I could around his cock. He groaned again and pushed his cum in me deep. He pumped my pussy full. I loved the feeling of its slickness in my pussy. He was taking what his desires wanted. We both moaned for a long time, jumping with his last cum shots and my climax spasms. He whispered out of breath: (“…you’re a fantastic fuck.”) A huge pleasure wave ran through my entire body.
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At work we just went along as normal. We both kept our little hot sessions to our selves. He attack me in the store room at work, (one of my favorites) in my car after work, in the grocery store parking lot.
A real hot one I liked was when he called and said he was coming over tonight.
It was an exciting sight to watch him crawl through my bedroom window. He looked at me with those beautiful lusty, desire filled eyes.
He smiled, then whispered:( “…don‘t you move.”)
I smiled as I got some really hot tingles in my pussy. I slowly stepped towards the door to escape. He caught me and ripped my night gown right off of me. I struggled, trying to fight him off of me. He held my legs and spread them apart. I tried to kick, but he was to strong as he slowly brought his face to my pussy. He turned and put his knees on my arms, holding them down tight. I was forced to watch his cock slowly drop down to my mouth and in.
I struggled as he began to fuck my mouth. My pussy was so hot it was quivering as he licked me. His licking made me fuck his tongue, I moaned a long moan as I climaxed big and shook. He pumped my mouth full and overflowing with his cum.
It was the best 69 we’d ever had.
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For my birthday, he said he would bring me over dinner and a very ’Special’ dessert. He said it was being delivered. We waited as I fought off his trying to feel me up, and finger fuck me. A knock at the door, and my guy friend from work Berry stood there with a pizza. Berry and I hugged and we all ate the pizza. Berry was a handsome dude with lots of girlfriends. We were good buddy’s at work but never dated. We all settled on my couch, one guy on each side of me.
Next thing I know they both are attacking me. My heart jumped as my pussy got massive tingles. I had never fantasized about 2 guys fantasy raping me…ever. I said: “What the hell do you guys think you doing!” My boyfriend and Berry both started sticking their tongues in my mouth.
Four hands feeling my tits and pussy as I tried to fight them off.
They both were kissing me all over. I had never been hotter than this. I pushed at them and struggled but they started tearing my dress off. They tore my bra and panties both as I struggled. I felt lots of fingers on and in my pussy, and each one sucked one of my tits. I was so hot I could hardly catch my breath.
They held me down and Berry started sticking his boner in my pussy. His hot hands were all over my legs feeling them. My boyfriend held my head tight as I tried to move it. He started sticking his cock in my mouth. They both felt my body all over. My nipples were rock hard. It was gloriously wonderful. They both took turns fucking me and forcing me to suck their cocks.
I had orgasmed about 4 times already. My boyfriend started fucking me in my pussy fast and hard. His body was hot on me and we kissed between breaths. I felt dizzy as Berry deep throated my mouth with his cock. His eyes were so intense, as he panted for air. I loved seeing them so excited. They were getting to rape a woman who WANTED them to!
I felt the heat from their body’s, their shaking hands, their breathing so heavy. I felt their skin so hot on me. They both wanted to fuck me so bad, they trembling they so were excited.
They both moaned as they fucked my pussy and mouth. Berry got under me and stuck his cock in my wet pussy. My boyfriend licked my clit so intense, I orgasmed.
Then, something I never expected.
My boyfriend got in top of me and he started putting his cock in my pussy too! I moaned and squirmed. I told them: “You bastards both can’t fuck me!”….but they were and I was loving it.
Berry’s hands were around me going crazy squeezing my tits and nipples. My boyfriend was kissing my face all over.
I could only moan talk in spurts. “Get…off…me…you…two…fucking…animals!!! I reached down because I wanted to feel to cocks in me. Both were wet and slick sliding in and out of me. Then Berry moaned and I felt a huge shot of cum burst in me. My boyfriend then started shooting his cum in me and I climaxed so hard I almost blacked out.
The couch was even shaking as they fucked me hard. We all moaned and cum ran out my pussy like never before. We all squirmed as they kept pumping more cum in me. I squeezed my pussy down on the two cock as hard as I could, my pussy was trembling. We all gasp for breath over and over. My pussy pulsed by itself. My clit felt like it was on fire with tingles.
They just keep pumping cum in me until they went weak. My mind felt like it left the planet with pleasure. I went weak and shaky. Three very spent people sucking for air was all that could be heard. I savored the feeling of two cocks in me. It was an over the top feeling.
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It was the best birthday present ever…..
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Oh……… about dessert….
“Berry“…..was my dessert.
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On my boyfriends birthday, I talked to my best friend Carla, and we agreed to get my boyfriend naked and….
..but that’s another story……

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A Most Erotic Tea Ceremony

This actually happened to me while I was living in Japan at the age of 21. If you can get your wife or girlfriends to read this and learn how to use tea in this manner, you will be forever happy. Unlike many posters, I would apprecial feedback on not only the story, but grammer, spelling, sentence structure and tenses.

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Alexis Season 1 (Parts 1-5)

This is a story about a girl who is born a hermaphrodite, and of her growing up different. This story has a little bit of sex, but it’s mostly plot and characters and all that stuff. Now you know. This was written as a serial on the xnxx forums site, and now the whole thing is here in one big piece for you. I hope you enjoy. Please comment and vote.

Fantasy

WoW Lust at Sea chapter 1

It had started out as a simple day out at sea. Funny how things can change so quickly. They had only been out a couple of hours before the attack began. The pirate ship seemed to descend upon them like a hawk snatching its prey. The brave Alliance sailors tried their best to repel them, but they were out manned and out gunned. Even so, the pirates seemed to fight to capture and not kill. Several people were injured, and badly, but no one was killed.
Yet.
Raalia now sat on the ground with the others all lined up in several neat rows. She was a Draenei priestess who had been on her way to the Eastern Kingdoms to meet up with her guild in Stormwind. But now she had to deal with this mess. The pirates stared at her perfect hourglass shaped body and C sized breasts that went well with her light blue skin as well as her dark long hair. Her stomach was flat due to years of fasting which made her look even more appealing. Her small lips and silver, almond shaped eyes fix her oval shaped face perfectly. Two tentacles were on each side of her neck and her hooves were shinny as well. Her robes were red and tanned colored which showed off all her curves.
Beside her were two other women. One was a young blond woman with tanned skin. From what Raalia knew she was a low level mage named Callie. Then there was a pink haired Gnome who was a beginner warlock whose name she didn’t know.
None of them were even close to these pirates’ power or skill. Their races varied. There were several Orcs and Trolls but there were also a couple of humans and Night Elves as well. Here and there she could see a goblin or two mumbling to themselves about who knows what. Yet out of all of those who attacked, three stood out above the rest.
The first was a female Troll who was dressed in a brown bead covered kilt and a matching mantle draped over her shoulders that only covered her breasts. Her skin matched that of the Draenei, but her hair was a bright green color that stood up like three Mohawks that were braided at the end. Her tusks were smaller than most females, toothpicks compared to that of the males of her race. From what Raalia had seen this Troll was a shaman whose magic healed her crewmates while they fought.
Then there was the female Orc who wore the skimpiest clothing of any of the pirates. She was dressed simply in a small loin cloth and a fur covered bra. Her brown hair was braided into a single long pony tail that went past her ass and ended with a large white fang. Her face looked soft and smooth compared to the males of her race giving her a more pleasant look. However it was hard to see that while she was firing her gun during the fight while her spider pet shot its webs at the sailors.
Finally, there was the female Blood Elf mage. She wore a red button up shirt that was only buttoned right below the breasts showing everyone her cleavage as well as her mid-section and white pants that seemed like they were skin tight. Her long, flaming red hair matched her personality as she took delight in setting several people aflame. And as she walked she swayed her hips back and forth in a seductive manner.
Suddenly, a large figure began to walk the board the connected the two ships. It was a Tauren, and an old one at that. He had a horn missing and seemed to be wearing glasses.
“Captain on deck,” called out the Blood Elf once the Tauren stepped onto the ship. The Tauren then turned and moved out of the way for the figure behind him. It was a human with brown hair and brown eyes. He was dressed in a long red jacket that was lined with gold and open so that all could see he bare, muscular chest. He also had on white pants and black boots. What was truly shocking about him was his sized. He was barely above five feet tall and his face gave him the appearance of someone much younger making it impossible for anyone to guess how old he was. On his hips were two swords that seemed to drip a strange green liquid.
Once he was on deck, the Blood Elf practically draped herself onto him from behind. Her small hands rested on his shoulders as she pressed her body against his. She moved her head close to his ear and whispered something. Whatever it was seemed to please the captain for a small smile appeared on his face. Raalia fought back a gasp as she watched the pirate captain reach back and squeeze the Elf’s ass. Then he turned his attention to his captured crew.
“Listen up,” in said in a surprisingly deep voice. “I am Captain Adren Hellstein, leader of the Nether Sea Pirates. We refuse to bow before the power of the Alliance or the Horde. I don’t care what race you are, who you side with, or anything. Once you are in our sights, you are our prey. Now, letting you live means that there will be more sailors out there to loot in the future. So as long as no one tries anything stupid we can make this nice and quick.” He turned and looked at his men. “Check their cargo and take their weapons. I want this raid to produce more than a few coppers!”
His men cheered as she ran down to the holds below the deck. As they did, Raalia felt the captains gaze fall on her. He seemed to be studying her and nodding every once in a while as if he were looking at a check list. He then turned his attention onto Callie and seemed to repeat the process, but with fewer nods. Slowly his gaze fell back on the Draenei which made her feel every uncomfortable. The gaze was like a blade which pierced her to the core. Like he was ripping off her clothing with just his eyes. A sigh of relief almost escaped her lips once his focus was taken away from her as his crew began to bring up crates from the lower decks. The Tauren pulled out a scroll and a quill pen as he began to inspect the contents of each crate. Then after each one he would say something in his native tongue and the crate would be taken to the other ship. Once the last crate was onboard the Tauren turned toward Adren and grunted.
“Not enough,” he said as he handed his captain the scroll. Adren scanned the scroll and slowly let out a sigh. Then he turned to his captives.
“We have a problem,” he said simply. “According to my trusted colleague, what we took from you won’t even cover the costs of the cannon balls we fired at you. Nothing but cheap weapons, rations, and wool. Now, who will speak for all of you?”
“I do,” said the Captain Heroldmoore as he stood up. He was an old man from what Raalia could tell. His hair was grey and had a scar on his left eye.
“I see,” replied Adren. “Well then, I’m feeling good right now so I’ll make you a deal. I’ll take the female Draenei and human to make you for our loses. In exchange I’ll let you and the rest of your crew go free. I’ll even let you keep your rations.”
“Never,” said Heroldmoore as he spat on Adren. “I demand that you fight me one on one for…” He didn’t get any farther as Adren vanish and appeared behind him. Then, in a single motion stabbed him in the back. Then, just as quickly, Adren pulled out his blade and allowed Heroldmoore to fall to the ground.
“Now who is in charge,” asked Adren. The first mate stood up, shaken at seeing his captain killed before his eyes. “Do you agree with my terms?”
“Y-Yes sir,” stammered the first mate. Adren nodded and motioned towards the two women seated on the ground. Two orcs then went over two the two women in question, picked them up, and carried them over to the pirate ship.
-x-
Raalia found herself in the captain’s private quarters. She hadn’t seen Callie since they had been taken onboard. The last she saw of her she was being taken to the lower deck. Raalia knew that she might have shared her fate had the captain not ordered her taken into his private quarters.
The room itself wasn’t unpleasant. One entire wall was a window that allowed her to see were the ship had been and on both sides were bright red drapes. Currently she was sitting on a nice oak bed while facing a bookshelf on the other end. The door was closed and she was sure it was being guarded. Right now they were too far out at sea for her to try and escape. But once they made port she would make her break. It was her only real option.
There was then a knock on the door and a moment later Adren walked in. with him he carried a pot and two empty cups which he placed on a small table near the bed. Silently he poured tea into both cups. When he was done he pick up one and began to drink from it and then set it back on the table to show that he had in fact drunk from it. Finding herself thirsty, Raalia picked up her own cup and drank from it.
“It’s good,” she said. “What is it?”
“Steelbloom Tea,” said Adren as he picked up his cup once again and then sat down next to Raalia. “It’s an old family recipe. You’re now the fourth person to have tried it on this ship except for me.”
“I am honored,” said Raalia as she drank a bit more tea. “So, what is to be my fate?”
“Direct I see,” said Adren. Raalia suddenly began to feel warm, but ignored it to listen to her captor. “Right now I think you can guess what I plan on doing to you. However, the overall scheme is that I plan on selling you.”
“Excuse me,” demanded Raalia. However, her voice was a bit weaker now. Also, the heat was beginning to grow. It had begun in her stomach, but was now moving towards her legs. She could feel her panties getting wetter.
“I’m sure that you think that there are no more slaves,” said Adren as he drank from his tea. “But that is not true. Secretly, there is a good market for sex slaves. Most people want blondes or anything with a big enough bust. But there are also those who want something more…exotic. And you don’t come across a find like this every day.”
At this point, Raalia was on her back. Her mind was a haze of lust that began to eat away at her rational mind. That space between her legs was getting hotter and hotter. She could feel herself getting wetter and wanting something that she knew she shouldn’t. She tried to fight it, but it was a losing battle as her hands lipped under her robes to caress her folds.
Adren smirked at the Draenei masturbating before him as he set down his cup. From his pocket he pulled out a small dagger and brought it to her neckline. Then, gently, he began to cut his way down until her robes were ripped to shreds. But he didn’t stop there. He also cut off her bra and finally her panties. Now standing he began to admire his handy work. It seems that either priestesses shaved or that Draenei were naturally bare. As he marveled at her body, he began to undress himself until her was equally bare.
Deciding to take her body for a test drive, Adren went to one of Raalia’s hardened nipples and gave it a lick. Hearing her respond with a moan, Adren began to circle it with his tongue and from time to time flick it. At the same time he moved his hand over her other breast and began to play with it. He pinched her nipple and gave it a good twist. He kneaded it for a while and then he gave it a good slap.
Slowly, Adren moved down her body until his face was in front of her pussy. He stared at it as her hand continued to play with herself. Moving her hand out of the way proved harder than he thought for she kept putting her fingers back into her pussy. In the end, Adren had to hold both her hands at her sides so that he could enjoy his meal in peace. And enjoy it he did as he dove it with long, deep licks. Adren found that the taste of pussy juice was different between the races. He had expected Raalia’s to be more like an Orc’s, which had a bitter sweet taste to it. But instead Draenei pussy tasted sweet like strawberries. Raalia arched her body as his tongue began to tease her clit. Electric shocks surged through her body as her eyes rolled back into her head. Soon she found herself trying to thrust herself into his face so that his tongue would go deeper.
“On all fours, like a worg,” he commanded. Raalia could do nothing but obey. She wanted more, she needed more. Of what, she didn’t know but some part did. And that part told her that in order to get it she needed to obey. Soon she felt something long and warm rubbing against her slit. It went back and forth slowly, coating itself with her juices. She began to moan loudly, her eyes closed. Nothing else existed other than this wonderful feeling. Then, to her horror, it stopped.
“Please don’t stop,” she begged.
“Oh, it’s not over yet,” said Adren as he trusted his entire cock into her pussy. Never before had Raalia felt such pain. She screamed as tears ran down her cheeks. She could feel her blue blood run down her legs. Her grip on the sheets tightened and her head sank to the bedding.
Adren paused as he allowed Raalia to get used to the feeling while he savored her pussy. It was so tight and warm. It also felt as smooth as silk. It was taking a lot for him not to cum in her right away. But he couldn’t cum yet. He had to let her feel it all before he started training her. That was his way of doing things. His crew had their own way of training new girl, but he preferred a more gentle approach. Slowly, she would give herself to him. She would play any game, perform any act he desired of her. And she would do it all willingly.
Deciding that she was ready now, Adren began to thrust slowly, causing her to hiss. Smirking, Adren pulled back until he was almost out and then moved forward. It was so, so very slow that it was painful. Soon Raalia began to feel the same way as she moved her hips back in an attempt to keep his cock inside her.
“So you like this?” he asked. Raalia moaned in response and Adren slapped her ass. “When I ask a question you answer! Got it?”
“Yes!” she cried out.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes, I love it!”
A smirk appeared on the captain’s face as he increased the speed of his trust. Raalia cried out again, but not out of pain. The pleasure was overwhelming her. She was seeing colors she never knew existed and could hear her own heart beat. All that mattered right now was this pleasure at this moment. She had been a fool to lock herself away in the life of a priestess. And the pleasure kept on building up like a tidal wave until finally it seemed to explode as she came. But the captain didn’t stop, he just kept pumping into her as she felt another build up and then explode. This happened several more time until he finally came inside her. His hot seed hit her walls causing her to cum one last time before passing out.

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My Story About Being Gay

I don’t know when I realized I was gay, I think it was around the age of 16. It wasn’t until I turned 18 that I decided it wasn’t going to go away, and I needed to start accepting that was who I was. I got really depressed, scared, angry, and felt alone through those 2 years.
It built up so much, that I needed to do something. I remember one day flicking through the White Pages, I wasn’t really looking for a number. I was just bored. I found a telephone number under a counseling heading near the front of the book. It said “Gay and Lesbian Counseling Line… 4pm – Midnight” then the phone number. I needed to talk to someone , not friends or family… I needed to talk to someone I didn’t know, so I called the counseling line which I had found in the phone book. I remember calling all but the last digit of the phone number, and then hanging up because I was too scared – I did this 10 or more times… I didn’t know what was going to happen, I didn’t even know if I could talk to a stranger.
To be truthful, I didn’t end up calling that day, but the following day I forced myself to. The next day I did call, and I was talking to the guy on the counseling line for about 45 minutes. At first, my fears were that the person on the other end of the phone wouldn’t be able to do anything to help, or wouldn’t take me seriously, or would tell me that I was wrong and needed to change my (gay related) feelings. I must have sounded really scared when we first started talking, and he somehow got me to calm down a bit, and then about 1/2 way through the conversation he said to me “you sound a lot better already”, and I was feeling a lot better. He gave me some telephone numbers for my local area, and told me about a support group for gay/bisexual guys that was run in the city. I told him that I couldn’t do that (go to a support group) but I would call the numbers he gave me. He was the first person I ever told I was gay.
After about 2 weeks I got the courage to call up the number, and the guy there told me there was a support group for gay youth run in my area. I told him I couldn’t go, it was hard enough for me to just call him to start with. He gave me heaps of encouragement and told me the phone number of the guy who runs a local youth group for young gay & bisexual guys. I called right away, but it wasn’t until after about 1 month, that I went to the youth group for the first time.
I can remember how hard it was. I had that nervous/sick feeling in my stomach the whole day right up to after the group had started. The group has done so much good for me. It helped me break down the stereotypes that I assumed all gay people were (or had to be). I have made some good friends from the group. I can talk to others about being gay, and they understand.
If I hadn’t gone to the group to begin with… I would never have gotten to know the guy I now think of as my closest friend. He was the first gay friend I ever made, and whether he knows it or not, he has helped me through some really difficult times. Just being there as a friend, as someone to talk to. Going to the youth group was the best thing I ever did for myself… when I think of the time when I thought I could never go to the group, it makes me so happy that I got the courage to go. I look back to the time before I went to the group how unhappy I was and realize how much it has helped me. Making that one phone call started everything for me, and as I said before, that was probably the hardest thing I have ever had to do… but my life is so much better now. Being around other gay people has helped me accept myself more and more. I am now at the point where I am starting to feel good about myself, and good about life in general.
I don’t know when I realized I was gay, I think it was around the age of 16. It wasn’t until I turned 18 that I decided it wasn’t going to go away, and I needed to start accepting that was who I was. I got really depressed, scared, angry, and felt alone through those 2 years.
It built up so much, that I needed to do something. I remember one day flicking through the White Pages, I wasn’t really looking for a number. I was just bored. I found a telephone number under a counseling heading near the front of the book. It said “Gay and Lesbian Counseling Line… 4pm – Midnight” then the phone number. I needed to talk to someone , not friends or family… I needed to talk to someone I didn’t know, so I called the counseling line which I had found in the phone book. I remember calling all but the last digit of the phone number, and then hanging up because I was too scared – I did this 10 or more times… I didn’t know what was going to happen, I didn’t even know if I could talk to a stranger.
To be truthful, I didn’t end up calling that day, but the following day I forced myself to. The next day I did call, and I was talking to the guy on the counseling line for about 45 minutes. At first, my fears were that the person on the other end of the phone wouldn’t be able to do anything to help, or wouldn’t take me seriously, or would tell me that I was wrong and needed to change my (gay related) feelings. I must have sounded really scared when we first started talking, and he somehow got me to calm down a bit, and then about 1/2 way through the conversation he said to me “you sound a lot better already”, and I was feeling a lot better. He gave me some telephone numbers for my local area, and told me about a support group for gay/bisexual guys that was run in the city. I told him that I couldn’t do that (go to a support group) but I would call the numbers he gave me. He was the first person I ever told I was gay.
After about 2 weeks I got the courage to call up the number, and the guy there told me there was a support group for gay youth run in my area. I told him I couldn’t go, it was hard enough for me to just call him to start with. He gave me heaps of encouragement and told me the phone number of the guy who runs a local youth group for young gay & bisexual guys. I called right away, but it wasn’t until after about 1 month, that I went to the youth group for the first time.
I can remember how hard it was. I had that nervous/sick feeling in my stomach the whole day right up to after the group had started. The group has done so much good for me. It helped me break down the stereotypes that I assumed all gay people were (or had to be). I have made some good friends from the group. I can talk to others about being gay, and they understand.
If I hadn’t gone to the group to begin with… I would never have gotten to know the guy I now think of as my closest friend. He was the first gay friend I ever made, and whether he knows it or not, he has helped me through some really difficult times. Just being there as a friend, as someone to talk to. Going to the youth group was the best thing I ever did for myself… when I think of the time when I thought I could never go to the group, it makes me so happy that I got the courage to go. I look back to the time before I went to the group how unhappy I was and realize how much it has helped me. Making that one phone call started everything for me, and as I said before, that was probably the hardest thing I have ever had to do… but my life is so much better now. Being around other gay people has helped me accept myself more and more. I am now at the point where I am starting to feel good about myself, and good about life in general.
I don’t know when I realized I was gay, I think it was around the age of 16. It wasn’t until I turned 18 that I decided it wasn’t going to go away, and I needed to start accepting that was who I was. I got really depressed, scared, angry, and felt alone through those 2 years.
It built up so much, that I needed to do something. I remember one day flicking through the White Pages, I wasn’t really looking for a number. I was just bored. I found a telephone number under a counseling heading near the front of the book. It said “Gay and Lesbian Counseling Line… 4pm – Midnight” then the phone number. I needed to talk to someone , not friends or family… I needed to talk to someone I didn’t know, so I called the counseling line which I had found in the phone book. I remember calling all but the last digit of the phone number, and then hanging up because I was too scared – I did this 10 or more times… I didn’t know what was going to happen, I didn’t even know if I could talk to a stranger.
To be truthful, I didn’t end up calling that day, but the following day I forced myself to. The next day I did call, and I was talking to the guy on the counseling line for about 45 minutes. At first, my fears were that the person on the other end of the phone wouldn’t be able to do anything to help, or wouldn’t take me seriously, or would tell me that I was wrong and needed to change my (gay related) feelings. I must have sounded really scared when we first started talking, and he somehow got me to calm down a bit, and then about 1/2 way through the conversation he said to me “you sound a lot better already”, and I was feeling a lot better. He gave me some telephone numbers for my local area, and told me about a support group for gay/bisexual guys that was run in the city. I told him that I couldn’t do that (go to a support group) but I would call the numbers he gave me. He was the first person I ever told I was gay.
After about 2 weeks I got the courage to call up the number, and the guy there told me there was a support group for gay youth run in my area. I told him I couldn’t go, it was hard enough for me to just call him to start with. He gave me heaps of encouragement and told me the phone number of the guy who runs a local youth group for young gay & bisexual guys. I called right away, but it wasn’t until after about 1 month, that I went to the youth group for the first time.
I can remember how hard it was. I had that nervous/sick feeling in my stomach the whole day right up to after the group had started. The group has done so much good for me. It helped me break down the stereotypes that I assumed all gay people were (or had to be). I have made some good friends from the group. I can talk to others about being gay, and they understand.
If I hadn’t gone to the group to begin with… I would never have gotten to know the guy I now think of as my closest friend. He was the first gay friend I ever made, and whether he knows it or not, he has helped me through some really difficult times. Just being there as a friend, as someone to talk to. Going to the youth group was the best thing I ever did for myself… when I think of the time when I thought I could never go to the group, it makes me so happy that I got the courage to go. I look back to the time before I went to the group how unhappy I was and realize how much it has helped me. Making that one phone call started everything for me, and as I said before, that was probably the hardest thing I have ever had to do… but my life is so much better now. Being around other gay people has helped me accept myself more and more. I am now at the point where I am starting to feel good about myself, and good about life in general.

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The New Neighbour

Summer was almost over, & the neighbours house had been up for sale for over a month. It was August 13th when the new family moved in. They had two kids near my age, Chris, who was the same age as me (16) and Anthony (14). I went over to the house a few days after they had moved in, to introduce myself. Chris & I became good friends within a week. We texted eachother 24/7. I had a secret, though. I was in love with him, but i didnt want to tell him, as i wasnt sure how he’s react & i didnt want to ruit our friendship. It was the week before school was starting, and Chris invited me over to his house to watch a movie, and spend the night. His parents were gone for the weekend, and his brother was going to a friends house that night. At 7:30, i started getting ready. Tonight was going to be the night i told him how i felt, so i wanted to look perfect. First, i did my makeup. Silver sparkly eyeshadow, a bit of eyeliner, mascara, and cherry lip gloss. I kept my hair down. I found a cute black dress,. I got undressed, and put on my matching bra and panties. They were the black with cherries. Then I slid the dress over my body. It was strapless,and showed some cleavage. It came just above my knees. It was almost 8pm. I put on my black ballet flatts, and headed over to Chris’ house. I was nervous.. very nervous. I walked into his house (Chris and I were best friends, and we just walked into eachothers houses). “Chris, you here?”. “Yeah, Im in my room. Come on up!”. I headed up the stairs, and walked into his bedroom. He was sitting on the couch in his room, and i walked over and sat beside him. “Chris, can I tell you something?”. “Sure, anything. You can trust me”. “Well, you see… Ive had a huge crush on you since i first saw you. & i am in love with you.” Chris didnt reply, he just leaned in, and kissed me. His soft lips pressed up against mine, for what seemed to be an eternity. As he went to pull off, i grabbed him, and pulled him back into me. We began to kiss again, this time i broke it off. Chris ordered some pizza, and we kissed passionately until it came. We went back up to Chris’ room, and sat on his couch. He put in a scary movie for us to watch. I was cold, so I asked Chris to get me the blanket. Chris was cold, too, so we sat under the blanket together. I got scarred, and jumped right into Chris’ arms. Chris kept his arms wrapped around me for the entire movie. It was almost 11pm by time the movie was over. Chris put in a romance movie, and we started to watch it. I was sitting in Chris’ lap. I felt his hands run down my torso, giving me chills. He slid my dress up to my waist, and began to run his hand up and down my thighs. I tilted my head back, and began to suck on his neck. Chris began to play with my clit, making me moan. I brought my own hand down to my pussy, and began to finger myself. “Wanna have even more fun?” Chris whishpered to me. “Mmm, yeah” I started to moan again. Chris stood up, and took my dress off. He continued to undress me, and then I took off his clothes. I got down on my knees. I began to suck on his long, throbbing hard cock. I started with the head, sucking on it. I slowly inched it farther, and father in my mouth, until I began to gag, as it touched the back of the throat. I continued to suck on him. He placed his hand on the back of my head, so I’d deepthroat him. He began to shoot rope after rope of hot sticky cum in my mouth. I attempted to swollow, but some dripped out of the corners of my mouth. Chris put his hand under my chin, and lifted me up. He licked the corners of my mouth, but some of his cum had dribbed down to my boobs. He licked my boobs, getting the cum off of them. I sat up on Chris’ lap, and began to grind on him, making him incredibly hard. Chris layed me down on the couch, and got in between my legs. He began to eat me out. While he was, he reached under the couch and grabbed something. I couldnt see it. I few minutes later, i knew exactly what it was. He moved his head away from my pussy, and replaced his tongue with a vibrator. I began to scream with pleasure. Chris was masturbating beside me, & he began to cum allover my body. The hot cum felt good on my cold skin. My pussy was dripping wet. I started to moan again. I knew i was about to climax. I could feel it. “Oh God!”. My moans filled the room. I was having an intense orgasm. I arched my back, and began rubbing my nipples. Chris removed the vibrator, and began to eat me out. “Mmm, babe, you taste sooo damn good!”. Chris grabbed my arm, and pulled me to my feet. We ran into the bathroom. I turned on the water in the shower, making sure it was really hot. We walked into the shower together. The hot water felt good, as it washed over my body. “I only have one rule in my shower; You cant wash yourself! Okay, sweetie?”. “Mmm, okay Chris.” I started by washing Chris’ neck. I ran my hands down his chest, and over his gorgeous abs. I turned him around, and washed his back, and ass. I got down on my knees, and washed his legs. While i washed them, I began to suck on his cock. I put more soap on my hands, and washed his cock. I fondled his balls, making him moan out slightly. I looked up at him, and smiled. “My turn!” He said. Chris lathered up his hands, and just like me, he started at my neck. His hands ran down my chest. He stopped, and played with my boobs. He continued to wash my body. I stood with my back against the shower wall. Chris stopped washing me, and started to lick my clit. I quickly turned around, and stuck my ass in his face. I looked over my shoulder and said “You forgot to wash my bum, silly!”. He had almost finished washing me, when he saw me look over my shoulder again. “Dont forget to wash inside, too?”. I began to blush, clearly embarassed for asking. Chris lathered up his finger, and began to push it inside of me. I started to squirm around. It felt weird, yet awkwardly good. He had one finger completely inside of me, and he began to push in a second one. He moved them around, and I moaned softly. He pulled his fingers out, and got his cock ready. He lined his cock up with my ass. He kept one hand on his cock, to guide it in. With his other hand, he played with my clit, to try and even out the pain and pleasure. His cock was inside me entirely. He pulled it in and out, in and out. “Ohhh, Chris. FASTER, HARDER!!!! Oh god.” I moaned louder, and louder. I knew i was about to orgasm. Chris kept going harder, and faster, just like i begged him to. I started to orgasm. My jucies slid down my thighs. Chris began to cum inside my ass. This was the most intense orgasm i had ever had. I couldnt stand up. I fell down onto the floor of the shower. Chris turned up the water, making it hotter. He sat down beside me, and held me in his arms. After laying there for about 20 minutes, we got up and went to his bedroom once again. We were both extremely tired, so we dried off, and layed in his bed. I fell asleep in Chris’ arms.

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The Hunter and the Druid

When an elven hunter surprises a beautiful druid in the moonlit forest, her transformational magic leads to a long night of forbidden pleasure…