Fine Print (Part One)
A woman in dire straits gets an offer she can’t refuse… and a weekend in bodily servitude.
A woman in dire straits gets an offer she can’t refuse… and a weekend in bodily servitude.
Final Encounters and Conclusion
A little tail about what a school might cover up.
Girl finds out what life really has in store for her.
Tegan has a heart to heart about her relationship goals
I fucked her young, trained her young and now I share her
This was a weekend away that changed my life, and gave me more sexual pleasure than ever before
Willow meets up with Jim again
A slave is forbidden by her master to masturbate, so she turns to ‘someone’ else for release.
A man is in a hotel lobby. He wants to ask the clerk a question. As he turns to go to the front desk, he accidentally bumps into a woman beside him and as he does, his elbow goes into her breast.
They are both quite startled. The man turns to her and says, “Ma’am, if your heart is as soft as your breast, I know you’ll forgive me.”
She replies, “If your penis is as hard as your elbow, I’m in room 436.”
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I had most definitely had enough; I was tired of waiting for my Dad to show up every night. Maybe I was just tired of him ordering me around all the time; I needed to get out of the house with him so I didn’t have to deal anymore. Being in college should have awarded me some freedoms like most normal girls at age 19. My Mom said it was just Dad being dad. I had chores that I still had to help them do around the farm, which was okay I guess because after all I did live there, eat there and they gave me gas money. I heard a car pull up it was Eric my boyfriend of 3 years. I walked out to the car; he was climbing out in his tight Levi’s. I leaned in and kissed him squarely on the mouth, something I sure couldn’t do when Dad was home.
We walked hand in hand back to the barn to feed the animals, and then we had thought perhaps we would get some time fishing. My dog Sport trailed along behind us, hoping I’m certain we would drop some feed he could scrounge for like we never fed him. I leaned over the rail and picked up the feed buckets, I felt my boyfriend’s hand squarely on my ass. He squeezed my right cheek, I rose and smiled at him, and he leaned in and kissed me hard and long his tongue exploring my mouth. I could feel my breath start to quicken as his kisses found their way to my neck and back to my mouth.
I stopped him from doing anything further, as we were standing right in the door of the barn where my Mom could look right out the back door and see us. She would be furious with me for letting Eric touch me; I was supposed to be a pure little “virgin” girl at night. Can you imagine that in this day and age? I walked him through the barn and out the back door into the woods behind the barn and up the little sloping hill. We walked over the ridge, perhaps a 10 minute little walk. Once we were pretty secluded I turned to him, I told him to sit down, and he hesitated and then did as I said. As he was seated, I began to do a bit of a strip-tease for him, I slowly moved my hips, and unbuttoned my shirt, only far enough for him to get a hint of my breast. I turned and wiggled my hot little ass for him; I knew he was turned on. I could see his huge cock bulging in his jeans. It thrilled me to know that I had this effect on him. I moved closer to him, and begin to unbutton the rest of my shirt, I moved it down and over my shoulders, and I slid the shirt off and threw it on him. He smiled and placed it behind his head as he leaned against the tree behind him. I then slid my jeans down my long slender legs. I stood before him in my bra and panties, I moved in closer, he reached out to touch me, and I moved back. I was an excellent tease, I had learned from the best. I turned around bending over and spreading my legs as if to do the splits, I knew he loved to look at me in this position. I heard him sigh; I rose, and slide my panties down and threw them on him, and then my bra. He motioned for me to come closer.
I wasn’t ready to let him have my hot wet little slick pussy yet. I pursed my lips and made a noise that Sport recognized. He walked over to me as I squatted down; my dog’s nose went straight to my pussy. My boyfriend was sitting up straighter now against the tree. I had never done this, and I wasn’t sure if this would turn him off or not. I decided being in a risqué humor today that I would give it a try. I watched his face intently as he never took his eyes off the dogs tongue and my pussy. I did notice however, that his cock was about to bust the seams on his jeans. So I knew I wasn’t disappointing him. The dog licked at my dripping little pussy as I continued to squat with my legs spread so he had adequate access to my snatch. He licked and I could feel my clit getting harder and harder, as his never ending lapping continued. I loved the way his hot wet tongue ran over my lips, and hit my sweet little pussy hole. I rose, and sat back down on the ground, still not giving in to my boyfriend, who was intently taking in every little movement that I made. I began to rub my tits; I took my pink hard nipples between my thumb and index finger and rolled them expertly making them stand at attention. I spread my legs for Sport to continue his licking. Reaching under him, I took his cock in my hand and began to stroke it. I saw Eric’s head go down so he could see what I was doing; he had begun to rub the head of his cock through his tight jeans.
I lay back onto the grass, as I let the dog lick my cunt; I continued to stroke his stiffening cock. It was hard and already leaking cum and I knew I would have to turn over soon and let him fuck my pussy. I continued to watch Eric watch me, I was very turned on. My pussy was dripping wet; I could feel it dripping down my ass. I turned over and got on my knees and let my dog mount me, I could feel him humping, and then I felt Eric’s hand as he guided Sports hard cock into my pussy. I guess I hadn’t freaked him out fucking my dog. That was a good thing, I guess. He guided it, and then moved away. The dog began to fuck me hard, his knot slipping into my tight pussy. I could feel myself letting go and cumming, he balls slapped against my pussy as he hit my cervix he was in so deep. Even though it was uncomfortable somewhat I was going to cum, and I was getting hotter, I was wet you could hear a wet sloshing noise coming from my wet little cunt. I began to squirt, I could feel it, my legs tightened, and my pussy tightened around Sports hard dick. I spewed cum all over the ground, and my legs. The dog continued fucking my tight little pussy. I could feel him nearing orgasm as well his cock had gotten huge and his knot didn’t allow his dick to move much. Finally, I felt the wetness coming back out of my pussy. I reached down and grabbed his dick and pulled it hard to jerk it out of my pussy. He yelped and went off to lick himself. I lay back and looked at Eric.
Eric had removed his clothes, while I had been fucking the dog and was leaning against the log stroking his huge cock. Getting up off the ground my legs feeling like I might collapse before I got there, I squatted down facing him and took his huge hard cock in my tight little asshole. He gasped as did I; he had never fucked me in the ass. However, I thought it was time. I rode his dick in my tight little ass hole until I exploded on him again. He took my tits in his mouth first one, then the other he sucked and bit. He held my hands behind my back as he continued to fuck my ass. I told him I was getting sore, and I needed him to move to my pussy, he smirked at me. “Tough shit, baby, you can fuck the dog, you can fuck me however, I want.” It was beginning to really hurt, but what could I do. Before I knew what was happening he flipped me over on my back, his cock never came out of asshole. He continued to fuck it, hard and deep while he pushed my legs up around my face. I was doubled over, and I was sure I was dying the pain was so intense. His cock was huge; all at once he pulled it from my hot little butt, and moved quickly to my face he shoved his dick into my mouth. I gagged as I tried to take it and not think about where it had been. He fucked my throat telling me to swallow; now, he slapped my face because I didn’t swallow fast enough. I tried and I gagged nearly throwing up with his cock in my throat.
He moved back to my pussy, he spread my lips apart and I felt his tongue on my little clit, he began to suck hard, and pull it with his teeth to stretch it up. As he stretched it he put one finger on each side and he ran his thumb and index finger up and down my stretched out clit, like he was stroking off his dick. My pussy got wetter and hotter, as he continued; I bucked my hips up to meet the stroke each time. He told me to lay still or he would smack me again. I was still but I was enjoying the fucking I was getting. He stopped rubbing and began to stroke his hard cock, he rubbed it against my clit, and into my waiting wet pussy that was dripping with Sports cum. He shoved it in hard, and he told me that since I like to fuck a dog I was going to get fucked like a dog. He fucked me harder, and faster, his dick hitting my cervix; it causes me to thrash underneath him, as he held my arms up over my head. His mouth found my hard little nipples, he bit down harder and harder making me squeal in pain. He was getting harder, I knew soon it would be over he would dump his hot load in me as Sport had just done. He spit in my face, and bit my lips as he fucked me harder, suddenly he stopped, and he shuddered as his hot seed filled my pussy.
Eric rolled off me panting like Sport had been earlier, I rose up into a sitting position, covered from the waist down in cum, I looked behind me and in utter surprise my Dad was standing behind one of the trees. He had watched the entire scene evidently. Eric didn’t see him; he was breathing heavy trying to recover. I nodded at my Dad as he finished stroking his dick and came all over the ground in front of him. I knew that I would be fucking him tonight and he would want to know how I ended up fucking the dog and my boyfriend. I smiled at him, as he zipped his pants up, and walked off quietly so Eric wouldn’t know he was there. I leaned in and kissed him on the mouth; he opened his eyes, and smiled at me. I got up and began dressing. Once I had my shoes tied, and Eric was dressed I whistled for Sport. We headed back to the barn to finish the chores. I was already thinking about how quickly I could send Eric home so I could take my Dad upstairs and fuck him senseless as I did every night.
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Tommy was so excited that he had just finished building his house. His dad was a contracter, so he had been on lots of construction sites helping his dad over the years learning how to build a house and use heavy equipment. It was located in central Indiana. It had been built tucked back into a small set of woods that was surrounded by cornfields, just off of an old rarely used country road. It took him nearly three years and countless back-breaking hours, but he built it from the ground up by himself. It wasn’t a big place but it was what he always wanted, and built to his specifications. The best thing about the house was how secluded it was, it needed to be for what he been planning. He was thirty-two years old, a decent looking guy with short crop haircut. After college he landed a good position at a hospital and had worked his way up to management in a relatively short amount of time. He had more than enough money to have a nice custom home built, but he enjoyed the satisfaction of doing it himself and also what he was building had to be done in secret. He had started off the new house by digging a large trench big enough to sink a steel shipping container below ground level. Over this he poured concrete for his new slab floor. He had left a small entrance to the container through the concrete. This would be sealed over later with a hatch accessible through his master bedroom walk-in closet, hidden beneath carpet. Before the container had been sunk below ground it had been converted into a two room bunker. One room had a bed, a flat panel tv, a small refrigerator and microwave. The other room consisted of a computer desk and chair, various electronic equipment, another tv and the passage to the closet in the house. The two rooms were separated by a very heavy metal door with heavy duty locks.
He was anxious because today was going to be the big day that he had been contemplating for quite some time. His job was thirty miles away, and he commuted the thirty minutes on mainly country roads. He had taken the week off from work in preparation for today. There was a boy that he had seen on his way to work, waiting for the school bus, every morning for nearly a year. The boy was a very cute little brown haired boy, probably around ten years old. There had been a couple of days that on his way home from work, he had been caught behind the bus as it stopped to drop the kid off at his home. He had noticed that there was a small compact car at the boy’s house in the morning, but not in the afternoon when he got home. Awesome he thought, probably a single mom that works until later in the afternoon or a has a long commute. The boy’s house was itself a pretty secluded, no other old farm houses for quite a distance. Tommy had driven there on that Monday around 3 o’clock, again no car in the drive. He knocked on the door, in one of his hands he had some local politicians pamphlets. He had thought that if he was wrong and someone was home, it would be a good excuse as to why he was knocking on the door. No one answered. Sweet he thought, so good so far. He pulled his car around the back of the house where it couldn’t be seen from the road.The bus would be there shortly and he was ready. The boy he had been watching, would use the back door when the bus dropped him off. Tommy pulled on a pair of heavy leather gloves, put on a face mask and stuffed a glock into his waistband. He got out of the car and walked the short distance to the back corner of the house. He could hear the bus in the distance. The thoughts of what were about to happen got him excited, the front of his jeans started to bulge with the excitement. The buss’s breaks screeched as it came to a stop, the door opened and the boy stepped off and walked to the back door. He was looking down at his ipod as he rounded the corner. He never even saw it coming. Tommy pounced on the boy, holding one hand over his mouth and the gun to his head. “Do what I say and I wont hurt you.” The boy nodded his head indicating he understood. Tommy laughed on the inside at what he had just said, because he knew it to be false. He would hurt him later, but just enough to keep the boy scared and dominated. He grabbed the boy by the back of the neck and led him to the drivers side his car. He pushed the boy through and had pulled back the passenger seat enough that the kid would be crumpled up on the car’s floor. Tommy grabbed into the back seat and retrieved a roll of duct tape. He tore off a small piece and put it over the boys mouth. He taped the boys wrists together and then his legs. He stuffed the boy down onto the floor. Stay there and don’t move this will all be over very soon. Tommy shifted the car into gear and pulled onto the empty road and drove the ten miles home not saying a word.
He pulled into his gravel drive and up to the front of his recently completed house. He walked around to the passenger side, pulled the door open and grabbed the boy under the arm and hoisted him up and out. He picked him up by the waist and walked to the door. He could smell the boys scent. It was intoxicating. A mixture of hormones that smelled of sweet boy sweat and fear. Tommy set the boy down and unlocked the door and again picked up the boy and walked in. He shut the door and locked it. He made his way with his catch to the bedroom closet. Tommy pulled the duct tape off of his hands and feet leaving it on his mouth. Now it was all setting in for the boy, he started to whimper and tears dribbled down his precious smooth face. He bent down to the boy. “Dont worry, it’ll be ok.” “This is almost over, ok buddy.” He nodded his head and the tears stopped. Tommy pulled back the carpet and opened the hatch and guided the boy down the ladder into his buried lair. He climbed down after the boy, closing the hatch behind him. He opened the heavy door and guided the boy in. Tommy locked the door with a latch that was too high for the young boy to reach. He pulled the tape off the boys mouth in a swift motion. Now Tommy could see just how beautiful the sweet little boy was. He stared up at him with those cute little brown doe eyes, his hair gently sweeping across his forehead. So sweet. “Whats your name?” Tommy asked. The boy replied “j-j-jessie.” “Well I’m Tommy, you’re going to be staying with me for a while.” The boy whimpered a meek “but why?” “Because now you’re my little cum dumpster” and with that Tommy backhanded the boy. Jessie hit the floor with a thud, and started crying. He grabbed him by face and turned it up to his. “Stop fucking crying you little bitch.” Tommy yelled. He leaned in and stuffed his tongue in Jessie’s mouth, Jessie tried wriggling out of his grip but wasn’t near strong enough to have any effect. Tommy grabbed the boy by the back of the head and forced his tongue deeper into his mouth. Pulling back, Tommy stood up and started barking orders. Take your shirt off you little punk. Jessie complied. His body was young hairless and creamy. Perfectly skinny with perky little nipples and flat little belly. Tommy picked him up under his armpits and carried him to the bed and tossed him down. Tommy had a raging hard on since he first grabbed little Jessie. He was pre-cumming so much that it was oozing through his jeans. He could barely keep from blowing his load at just the sight of his terrified half naked prey. He took his shirt off and slipped out of his shoes. He had to undo his jeans because the pressure against his pants was too much. He reached down and took Jessie’s shoes off. “How old are you?” “I’m nine” Jessie said. “Well I’m going to use your little body any way I want.” “If you ever try to escape or don’t do what you are told, then I will fucking kill you.” “You mean nothing to me.” “You will be my own personal fuck doll.” He could tell Jessie had no idea what he was talking about, except for the death threat. He crawled on top of Jessie and grabbed both of his wrists with one hand and pulled them over the boys head and held them pinned there. Tommy started licking the boy all over, his neck, ear, armpits, and his nipples. He especially liked licking and sucking the little v on Jessie’s neck. He released the boys hands and instead grabbed him by the hair on the back of his head. He pulled back and Jessie instinctively let out a yelp. Tommy spit into his gaping mouth. He released him again, this time putting his hand on the kid’s throat and started choking him. His face starting turning red, then almost purple right to the edge of passing out before Tommy released his grip. While he was still dazed, Tommy unbuttoned his captives’ pants, got up and ripped them off by the legs almost pulling Jessie off the bed. The boy was wearing classic white Fruit of the Loom briefs, those were stripped off just as quick. Tommy stood taking the rest of his clothes off all the while drinking in all of the loveliness of his play toy. He was dripping pre-cum by this point, close to cumming without even touching his cock. He ordered the boy to sit on the side of the bed. He stood in front of the boy his 7 inch dick pulsating ready to explode. He started rubbing the pre-cum on Jessie’s lips with his engorged cock head. It was all too much, and he started to explode on Jessie’s face with the force he had never experienced before. “Ahhh fuck yeah take it faggot.” Holding his dick to the boys mouth and shooting load after hot gooey load into his mouth. It was so much cum it filled his mouth and spilled out. It went everywere, running down his angelic face, onto his chest and on his tiny flaccid cock and balls. Tommy had never cum that much, but then again he hadn’t ever kidnapped and molested a little boy either. He shot a good ten splashes of hot jiszm, so good that his legs trembled and almost went weak. He stroked the last bit of juice out and smeared it across his tender face. God damn that was good. You did good, he said, and bent down and kissed him on the forehead.
“Round two” Tommy barked. He pushed Jessie back on to the bed. His cock was still rock hard and ready. Tommy lifted his boys legs by the ankles until his feet were near his head. He ordered Jessie to hold his legs up. He did what he was told. Tommy was kneeling on the bed, Jessie splayed out on his back, legs in the air. His tiny little pink butt-hole aiming at Tommy’s throbbing cock. He cupped his hand and gathered some of his cum from the boys belly and swept it over his cock and onto Jessie’s hole. He stuck a cum lubed finger into his ass, Jessie winced. Then another finger went in. Jessie yelped as his little hole was stretched. “Relax buddy, it only hurts for a minute.” He started to relax and his ass muscles stopped clinching. A third finger went in. He pulled his fingers out gathered more cum and then stuck all three back in. He finger fucked the boy for a few minutes. He wanted to be gentle with his new toy, he was going to be around for a while and he wanted his boys parts to be well used but not used up. The finger fucking got Jessie hard, He knew that he wasn’t enjoying it, but the stimulation his prostate was receiving betrayed him. Tommy moved up, the head of his cock entering the boys asshole. Tommy’s dick was bigger in girth than his three fingers and he slowly worked the tip in. When the head of his dick popped inside the boy, he winced and instinctively jumped, but Tommy’s hand on the boys belly kept him in place. Slowly he moved deeper into his bowels. Jessie murmured an “uh uh” every time his throbbing cock moved in more. “Yeah you like this don’t you. I’m going to fuck your tight little hole so good.” Tommy got balls deep inside the boy. All the way up to the hilt of his cock. His balls resting on Jessie’s little ass. His soft warm insides hugging Tommy’s dick. He started slowly pumping, Jessie letting out a short cry every time he rammed it home. “Just relax, it wont hurt as bad.” He started to relax and loosen up. Jessie started getting hard again, his little 2 inch dick standing at attention. Tommy got into a rhythm pounding his boys ass harder and and harder with each thrust. He grabbed his legs and in one spinning motion turned Jessie on his fat cock putting him in the doggy position. He reached up with one hand and grabbed the boys hair, the other hand on his waist. He thrust deep into him, pulling him back on his cock repeatedly. After a few more thrusts and he was splashing his insides with his seed. Fuck yeah he said with a small bit of drool escaping his mouth. It felt like he would keep cumming forever, His cum was escaping from around his cock running down the boys legs. He collapsed onto Jessie’s back, forcing him down into the bed. His cock slowly softening. He whispered in Jessie’s ear “I love you”. With that he pulled back and plopped out of the boy’s thoroughly used ass. He reached over and grabbed a towel off the end of the bed and threw it on Jessie, who had not moved since he pulled out. He reached down again and this time grabbed a pair of leg shackles and cuffed Jessie’s feet. The shackles were chained with a long length to the side of the container. The boy could move around the room if he wanted, but only so far, keeping him just shy of the door. Tommy walked to the door, turned and told Jessie that he would be back soon, unlocked it and walked out locking it behind him.
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Halcyon Girl
The blood is pounding in my ears so loudly that I can barely hear what she is saying to me. I look up from the ground and I stare into her eyes. Those eyes. They’re boring into me like a pair of blue blow-torch flames, burning straight through me and out the other side, any steely countenance I put up melting under that beautiful, endless stare. Those eyes. She could melt the stars with those eyes, if she wanted, the black lashes fluttering gracefully, fanning the heat of her stare. The face that these seductive sapphires stare from is soft and round, and has not inherited any of the sternness of her mother’s, nor had she inherited her mother’s fervent unmerited snobbishness. My own guileless mud-brown eyes drift across her, seeing, observing, and approving of every nuance. Raven-dark hair cascades down around that perfect face in a waterfall of shimmering midnight, darker than the sky behind us. It collects at her neck, like sultry silk, riveting blackness that accentuates the wholesome perfection that is my halcyon girl. Her nose is petite, and pointed, slightly turned up, with tiny nostrils that flare like a bull’s when she is being stubborn. Her lips are full, and red, with the color and the texture of the petals on a long stem-rose. High cheeks, red from embarrassment, turn her face from a solemn frown into an enchanting, mesmerizing smile. Her smile is perfect, a timid thing that captures me in its simplicity. Her skin is pale like white light, which seems to glow softly against the pitch blackness of the moonless sky. As she turns her head away, the radiant sight of her face is obscured by her raven-dark hair. Her short, slender frame shivers in a sudden breeze that drifts across the summer night, and she pulls herself close to me in an embrace, holding me tightly. She is clothed in a long, red shirt that clings tightly to her body, and the fabric is a soft, soft material. Soft, yes, but not as soft as the feeling of her small, fragile hands on mine. She is so close to me, closer than I can stand after all the years I’ve spent pulling away from her. I can smell the perfume in her hair, a faint but unmistakable scent of pale roses shriveling in a chilled summer’s night. She’s staring up at me again, and my heart judders in my chest like a run-down car on an old dirt road when I force myself to meet her gaze. She looks at me, the stare of some beautiful, exotic predator. Her eyes, holding me in place, paralyze me with their hypnotic charm. She pushes herself up onto the tips of her toes, the old floor-boards of the porch creaking and the cold of the wind chilling my ears. Her kiss is silent, a swift interminable moment, embedding its brief life into the bedrock of my memories. Her lips are soft bliss on mine, and the brush of her raven-dark hair against my neck is exaltation made manifest.
I kiss back, my clumsy arms wrapping themselves around her lithe, agile body, holding her close to me. Her heartbeat against mine is the only sound in the night, and the heat from her body the only warmth in that breeze. The moon causes her skin to glow a strong, pale color, and the dead tree in her front lawn gives no shelter. The crickets chirping in the background give no relief from the torment of her heartbeats. Only, there is shadow under the red roof of her house. She tugs on the lapel of my white-shirt, leading me through the front door into her house. We come in under the shadow of her red roof.
Her hands are a soothing balm on the dry stubble of my cheeks, and I am only dimly, dimly aware of my own hands roaming her body. They explore and grab and squeeze her tender areas. My inelegant fingers caress the gentle swell of her perfectly proportioned breasts, and an instant later they dig their nails into the meaty, rounded expanse of her ass. I see nothing through my closed eyelids, and navigate by the sense of touch alone. Her hands are an invisible blur on my body, unbuttoning the fastness of my shirt in smooth, excited motions. I feel her tongue gently slip into my mouth, and I reciprocate her action. Our taste buds meet and greet, twirling and spinning around each other like fire-dancers, performing a intricate ballet in the confines of our mouths. My left hand moves and grabs her breast, the still developing mammary firm and supple beneath my yearning grasp. She moans into my mouth in what I take to be pleasure. She has just unbuttoned the last button of my shirt, and our lips part for the first time since they locked so that she can remove my shirt. I open my eyes. She is staring up at me. Her blue eyes are liquid, blue, fiery. There is a perfect moment where I understand that this is what she wants. That this isn’t just animalistic lust (but, oh, I do see the lust there, as surely as I can see my shadow in the morning striding behind me, or my shadow in the evening rising to meet me), but true, true passion. Maybe the one, last, true thing in the whole world. My undershirt, also white, covers the heaving muscles of my chest. She grabs a handful of the white cloth in each hand and, pressing her eyes shut and her lips to mine once more, tears the shirt in twain, leaving two twisted ruins of fabric hanging from my torso like a vest. I take a brief look around, and realize we’ve stumbled into her living room. The stairs behind her lead to her room. I grab the bottom hem of her red shirt, and begin to tug and pull on it, lifting it up over her head. We briefly part lips again so that she can slip her arms out. Then we are back into it. Beneath the red shirt she is wearing a pale blue chemise and a white bra. Her heaving breasts call out to the basest instinct of my soul, calling me to love, to breed, to desire. I grab her short frame and hoist her up into my arms. We are still kissing, and she wraps her blue-jeaned legs around me as I carry her upstairs. Somewhere, in the back of my mind where I’ve shoved the entirety of my higher-reasoning, I dimly recall fantasies of carrying her up the stairs just like this. Only, in my fantasies, she would be wearing a white dress, and as it dawns on me that that fantasy will never come to pass in its fullness, I am faintly saddened. We cross the threshold into her room, and I lower her, gently, oh so gently, onto the soft springs of her bed, which is the only furniture left in her room. She stares up at me, hungrily, and she is more primal than ever as we lock eyes. From her seat on the bed, her pale hands eagerly begin tearing at the belt around my waist, hunting for the prize beneath. I whisper sweet nothings in her ear, telling her how beautiful she is, how I’ll always love her. She smiles as the syllables pour from my mouth. Every word is horribly, sadly true. I stroke her black hair softly as she pulls my jeans down around my knees.
From the slit in my boxers, the significant bulge of my member springs outwards, like a pulsing, purple-headed tower. She rips my boxers down around my knees in a swift motion, my staff bobbing in the fierce motion. Her eyes are predatory as they look at it, and she wraps her hands around it and begins to pump in slow, methodic motions. I know she is a virgin. But she’s thought this through. She knows what she is doing. Her hands move in such a way as to elicit the most pleasure with the littlest of effort. One hand still stroking me, the other swings up, caressing the muscles of my chest, working its way down, until it is cupping the swollen, sweating sack between my legs. Oh, dear lord. My heart is hammering so loudly I think it might break out of my chest. I can barely keep my eyes open to focus on this ravenous, perfect, teenaged vixen. And then there is an explosion of pleasure. She’s taken me into her mouth. She sucks and works her hands and wraps her tongue in ways that men only dream of. It is euphoric. Her tongue is a whirling dervish and a sensual symphony of pleasure, working the knob of my shaft. I close my eyes, throw my head back, and moan. It is a primitive sound, more likely to be heard from a jungle ape than a human being. I know she’s still looking up at me.
As much as it pained me to do, I removed myself from her lovely mouth. She’s too much woman for me. But, after what she had just given me, I was duty bound to try and please her. Her clothes are gone in a flash, and she is left standing before me, free and nude. Her skin is even paler than I had imagined, and her mound is hairless. Her breasts are perfect B-cup handfuls that fit into my mouth perfectly as we fall into bed together. My hands move up and down her body, first cupping her ass cheeks and then grabbing her breasts. Finally, my fingers tease their way into the hot, dripping wet confines of her love-hole, and the moans I elicit from her when I enter would be enough to send me over the edge with even the slightest further stimulation of my erection. We roll around in the bed, playing with each other in a twisted game of cat-and-mouse where we switch positions every second. She bites down on my shoulder, and there is a slight welling of blood. The pain only stimulates me further. It is the greatest, most pure pain I’ve ever felt.
It is at that second that I grab her, pulling her close to me, and spin her around so that she is positioned directly over me. The bare, dripping mound of her pussy is hovering directly over my quivering staff. She looks down at me from above. The fingers of our held hands intertwine. Her blue eyes are enormous sapphires. I do not know what I look like from her position. She nods at me. I whisper her name.
She impales herself onto my hard-on in a single, swift motion, burying my member into her pulsating hole, all the way to the hilt. She howls in pain and pleasure, throwing her head back like some feral beast, her black hair flashing around her head like a black corona, or a lion’s mane. Her breathing quickens even more, to the point where her heaving inhalations and exasperated exhalations are almost simultaneous, her breasts heaving up and downward rhythmically, hypnotically. When she looks back at me, there are tears in her eyes, both of joy and of pain. She whispers her love to me. I want to cry. The warmth of her hole around my shaft is impossible to bear. She is so tight, too tight. The muscles of her glorious pussy pulse and squeeze my over-stimulated phallus. She grinds downwards on me once, and I can feel my head hit the back of her cervix. She winces again in pain. I stroke her hair. Somewhere in my head I can feel the irresponsibility of this action. We, two teenagers, having our first sexual encounter, completely unprotected. It’s horrible. It’s dangerous. It’s beautiful and perfect. Her body is so honed and perfect, with goddess-like curves in all the right places. She is so perfect in this moment as to make Aphrodite herself weep. She has a body like a battle-axe. The insanity of the situation sets into me, and it’s like I’m making love to a Viking woman as the ship burns around us. The stupidity of the action makes it all the more erotic for me.
She rocks her hips back and forth against my member, and soon I begin to pick up the beat as well, so that we are both engaging in the most powerful, mind-shattering loving either of us would ever experience again. Her left hands pulls away from my fingers, and she runs it through her hair. She is my primal goddess, my halcyon girl, my animal princess. She drags her fingernails across my chest, leaving bloody, parallel grooves across the right pectoral, all the way down to my abs. We rock in concert for what felt like an eternity, our movements in time so perfectly that we make love with Swiss watch efficiency, even the smallest shiver eliciting untold satisfaction from the other.
After twenty minutes, which was an all-too-quick eternity, I feel the churning of my balls as they prepare to spew forth my seed. I resist. I close my eyes and back down on my tongue and resist resist resist the feeling welling up in my loins. I open my eyes, and her hands are grabbing my shoulders. With animal strength, she grabs me and rolls me so that I am on top of her looking down. I continue to pound into her, the new position giving me the leverage to strike home every single thrust with the strength and passion of a wild mustang. She digs her claws into my back, and the pleasure-pain is indescribable. Suddenly, she screams, loud, long, and what starts out as my name degenerates into a wordless, toneless howl. Her legs clamp around my back, and she pulls herself into me as hard as she possibly can as her vaginal muscles contract and pulsate along my shaft as her orgasm overtakes her. Her eyes, bluer than any other thing on the planet, look up at me with desire and shock and love. Her mouth moves in an uncoordinated gasping motion. Her whole body bucks beneath me. Her tightening muscles finally send me over the edge, and I unload, pumping stream after stream of long, gooey, pearly-white seed into her belly. My entire body shakes as I am seized by the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever (or will ever) experience. I collapse onto her, embracing her body yet again. Five minutes later her shaking, moaning, howling orgasm is over, and she looks up at me with nothing but love in her eyes. She strokes her fingers through my hair.
“Jenelle…” I whisper, and we both begin to cry as we realize we will never see each other again after tonight.
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A woman answers the door to a market researcher. “Good morning madam, I’m doing some research for Vaseline. Do you use it at all in your household?”
“Oh yes, all the time. It’s very good for cuts, grazes and burns.”
“Do you use it for anything else?”
“Like what?”
“Ahem.. err.. well.. during.. ahem.. sex.”
“Oh, of course. Yes, I smear it on the bedroom doorknob to keep my husband out!”
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The ontinuation of a man’s fetish
Here Convict is the victim of doctors, health industry and some racist people in the community! Donation collection, helping poor, helping disabled people, mental health issue are few issues people like to help but here corruption took place! Corruption of two countries play a vital role destroying his entire life! We have lot of stories people getting the justice, but there are few cases where they don’t. Here is a story of a convict, his revenge and happy ending!
Aisha favorite porn story writer reaches out to her and leads her down the path she has only fantasized about.
This story began as a bored-out-of-my-mind-hey-I’ll write-something sort of deal, and I found that I enjoyed it. 3 chapters are written as of 26 Feb 2012.
An old couple celebrating their 50 year anniversary, was eating breakfast one morning when the mans looks at his wife and says:
“I’m still as hot for you as when we first married.”
The old woman smiles at him and they continue to eat, after a while the old woman looks at the old man and says
“My nipples are still as hot for you as they were when we were first married.”
The old man pause looking at his wife, then replies:
“They should be ones in your oatmeal and ones in your coffe.”
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A boss needs a raise too
DJ: “Hey! This is Edgar on WBAM. Have you ever heard of ‘MateMatch’?”
Contestant: (laughing) “Yes, I have.”
DJ: “Great! Then you know we’re giving away a trip to Orlando , Florida if you win. What is your name? First name only please.”
Contestant: “Brian.”
DJ: “Brian, are you married or what?”
Brian: “Yes.”
DJ: “Yes? Does that mean you’re married or you’re what?”
Brian: (laughing nervously) “Yes, I am married.”
DJ: “Thank you. Now, what is your wife’s name? First only please.”
Brian: “Sara.”
DJ: “Is Sara at work, Brian?”
Brian: “She is gonna kill me.”
DJ: “Stay with me here, Brian! Is she at work?”
Brian: (laughing) “Yes, she’s at work.”
DJ: “Okay, first question – when was the last time you had sex?”
Brian: “She is gonna kill me.”
DJ: “Brian! Stay with me here!”
Brian: “About 8 o’clock this morning.”
DJ: “Atta boy, Brian.”
Brian: (laughing sheepishly) “Well…”
DJ: “Question #2 – How long did it last?”
Brian: “About 10 minutes.”
DJ: “Wow! You really want that trip, huh? No one would ever have said that if a trip wasn’t at stake.”
Brian: “Yeah, that trip sure would be nice.”
DJ: “Okay. Final question. Where did you have sex at 8 o’clock this morning?”
Brian: (laughing hard) “I, ummm, I, well…”
DJ: “This sounds good, Brian. Where was it at?”
Brian: “Not that it was all that great, but her mom is staying with us for a couple of weeks…”
DJ: “Uh huh…”
Brian: “…and the Mother-In-Law was in the shower at the time.”
DJ: “Atta boy, Brian.”
Brian: “On the kitchen table.”
DJ: “Not that great?? That is more adventure than the previous hundred times I’ve done it. Okay folks, I will put Brian on hold, get this wife’s work number and call her up. You listen to this.”-3 minutes of commercials follow
DJ: “Okay audience, let’s call Sarah, shall we?”(touch tones…. ringing….)
Clerk: “Kinkos.”
DJ: “Hey, is Sarah around there somewhere?”
Clerk: “This is she.”
DJ: “Sarah, this is Edgar with WBAM. We are live on the air right now and I’ve been talking with Brian for a couple of hours now.”
Sarah: (laughing) “A couple of hours?”
DJ: “Well, a while now. He is on the line with us. Brian knows not to give any answers away o r you’ll lose. So do you know the rules of ‘MateMatch’?”
Sarah: “No.”
DJ: “Good!”
Brian: (laughing)
Sarah: (laughing) “Brian, what the hell are you up to?”
Brian (laughing) “Just answer his questions honestly, okay? Be completely honest.”
DJ: “Yeah yeah yeah. Sure. Now, I will ask you 3 questions, Sarah. If your answers match Brian’s answers, then the both of you will be off to Orlando , Florida for 5 days on us. Disney World. Sea World. Tickets to the Magic’s game. The whole deal. Get it Sarah?”
Sarah: (laughing) “Yes.”
DJ: “Alright. When did you last have sex, Sarah?”
Sarah: “Oh God, Brian….uh, this morning before Brian went to work.”
DJ: “What time?”
Sarah: “Around 8 this morning.”
DJ: “Very good. Next question. How long did it last?”
Sarah: “12, 15 minutes maybe.”
DJ: “Hmmmm. That’s close enough. I am sure she is trying to protect his manhood. We’ve got one last question, Sarah. You are one question away from a trip to Florida. Are you ready?”
Sarah: (laughing) “Yes.”
DJ: “Where did you have it?”
Sarah: “OH MY GOD, BRIAN!! You didn’t tell them that, did you?”
Brian: “Just tell him, honey.”
DJ: “What is bothering you so much, Sarah?”
Sarah: “Well, it’s just that my mom is vacationing with us and…”
DJ: Come on Sarah…..where did you have it?
Sarah: “Up the ass…..”
After a long pause, the DJ said, “OK Folks, we need to take a station break……
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I was looking for someone and this little girl was just the one for me.
These two young girls find someone to show them everything.
A lame, weird girl falls for a gorgeous girl.
Ever since I was 15 I was obsessed with panties, and this obsession soon led me to one of the greatest events of my highschool years. I was already sniffing panties as often as I could because I had alot of friends that were girls. I would find a way to sneak into their rooms, and sniff their panties, occasionally I would get horny enough to masturbate with them and cum into them. But one day, this all changed.
When I was in highschool, my girl “best freind” was the single hottest girl I’ve ever met. She had a sexy body, a nice ass and perfect tits. I tried to get her to be my girlfreind countless times but she insisted we stayed friends. One night while at her house, I left my phone in her room on purpouse when I went downstairs to leave. As we got outside, I told her I left my phone in her room, so I went to go get it. As I climbed her stairs all I could think about was to get a pair of panties in my face, get her sweet pussy sent in my nose, and her soft underwear on my cock. I was rock hard.
As soon as I got into her room I lifted her hamper open, and found exactly what I was looking for.. A blue pair of satin panties that were freshly worn. I immediately put them to my face and got that unforgettably amazing smell in my nose, licked them and finally put them on my penis and came into them almost instantly. Suddenly, the door flew open and there she was standing in the doorway wondering if I found my phone, and Im here with my cock out pouring my cum into her panties. At first she seemed pissed, and I was so embarrassed, but as soon as I said sorry, she told me not to be and at this time I noticed that she was starting to pull off her sweatpants and I could see her lacy black thong coming into view.
I asked her what she was doing but she didn’t reply and walked towards me and my still hard cock and started pushing her tounge deep into my mouth and I did the same to her. I couldnt beleive this was happening. she soon was down to her thong and a matching bra showing off her amazing tits and pushed me onto her bed strattling me. My cock was rubbing against her amazing ass as she grinded me and began to take off her panties and bra. Precum began to drip from my cock and I noticed she was wet too. She asked if I was ready and I told her Ive been ready.
She lifted herself up and slid my cock slowly into her moist pussy, inching down until I was completely inside of her. I asked if she was on the pill and she was. she started riding me and bouncing up and down, her tits bouncing in my face. Her asscheeks meeting my thighs, and I told her I was going to cum. She stopped and turned reverse-cowgirl and caught some of her pussy juice and trarted to rum her little asshole with it. My heart started racing when she told me to put it in her ass. I asked if she was sure and she said of course, I wanted to cum too you know.. I guided my cock to her asshole and rubbed it around antil she begged me to put it in. I barely fit halfway into her but it felt great and she was moaning like crazy. After a while I was close to cumming, and it sounded like she was too. I could tell because her asshole was starting to grab my cock and convulse on it and this feeling was unreal. At the same time we both came and it was the greatest orgasm Ive ever had to this day. Afterwards we kissed for a long time, and she sucked me off, which made for my third orgasm of the night. She told me not to tell anyone ever, or shed tell everyone that she caught me jizzing in her panties. I agreed. This was the greatest day of my life so far. And Ill never forget it!
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This is the story of Mary, she is sixteen, during her summer school holidays she works at the hotel her parents own. This story needs to be read in order for continuity, this is what she gets up in that holiday……
This is just the beginning. When I started writing it, I never imagined that it would be this big. So, this is only the first part .The beginning is slow, but I like it this way. i don’t like to rush into things. Enjoy!
The bell rang, announcing the end of another long and boring school year. Students flowed into the hallways. A tumult stood through all the school. The students shouted, laughed and talked loudly while walking towards the exit. The most impatient ran towards it.
A fourteen year old boy with long blond hair, falling on his shoulders and sad deep blue, almost sapphire eyes walked through the enormous crowd towards the school’s main doors, but he wasn’t paying attention to all the noise around. Iphone ear-buds plugged his ears and let him hear only the “Dark Water” track from an album named “Sheisinbyouin”. Jake liked this album. Together with “Cellblock” it was the ideal album for listening in school. It expressed perfectly all the boy’s thoughts about school. And it was right. What is school in the end but a combination of a prison and mental asylum?
Jake reached the exit and went out. The shift of atmosphere and feeling was immense. Vast, open spaces filled with light were much more better than the narrow, crowded and somehow gloomy school’s hallways. Everything looked brighter than usual under the midday rays of the Sun, shining from a light blue cloudless sky. A smile appeared on Jake’s face. He even removed the ear-buds from the ears and turned off the the music in order to enjoy the first day of summer. He took a breath of the warm air and all his being was filled by only one thought: Summer is here!
No more school for three months, no more disturbing and lousy classmates, no more old teachers, standing on the brink of total mental collapse, no more tests and what is the most important, no more physical education lessons with that fat teacher. At least for three months Jake can forget about all these things. He wished that he was older and finishing the twelfth grade and graduating from this place. But this is very distant future. He is only fourteen and he still got plenty of years to study in this place of wickedness.
Jake walked trough the little garden in front of the school and then when he reached the sidewalk, he turned left and went towards the city centre. From it he will go to the beach and then go along the lake’s shore north, to his house.
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It was a beautiful afternoon. The rays of the Sun were shining, reflected from the calm surface of the lake’s waters on Jake’s left. Small waves crushed onto the fine yellow sand of the beach. On the left stood palms, casting big shadows on the beach. Lush dark green bushes and smaller trees covered the ground between the tall palms. Sometimes a house appeared between the vegetation. They were the summer houses, that stood on the northern border of the city. Jake’s house was the last in their row, showing the town’s border on the beach.
Now these houses were empty, but after several days, life will fill them. Women will be skin dipping on the beach, children will be playing in low waters and during the night there will be a disturbing tumult of music, people’s shouts and sometimes sirens, that will disturb Jake’s sleep. The summer was the best time, summer was the worst time.
Jake looked ahead and saw that the process of inhabiting these empty houses had already started. An Asian boy about Jake’s age stood on the piece of beach in front of a two storey white house with black tiled roof. Jake get closer to him. The boy noticed him, turned in his direction and smiled. And something happened to Jake. His mouth went dry, he felt anxiety rising inside his stomach. And for the first time in years a smile appeared on his face. The boy looked Thai. He was of the same height as Jake, maybe slightly taller. His skin was slightly tanned and of an olive colour, typical for the people of South East Asia. The boy had short raven black hair and shining dark brown eyes. His large smile showed two rows of perfect white teeth. He was wearing a plain white shirt and short light blue shorts, which ended at the half of his thighs.
“Hi! I am Jake”-said the blond boy. For some reason he started a conversation, which was another thing very unusual for him.
“I am Chandra”-responded the Thai boy-”I am new here. Will stay at this town all summer.”
“This is great! We can spend a lot of time together”-said Jake at the same time thinking what made him some talkative. Never before Jake has spoken so well with someone. Apart from Jean.
“Yes! You live here?”
Jake nodded and pointed to the one story house ahead with the glass wall shining from the Sun rays.
“So, we are neighbours. That’s great. How old are you?”-asked Chandra.
“Turned fourteen three moths ago.”
“No way! Believe me or not, but me too. Strange coincidence, right?”
Jake nodded. He looked at the smiling boy, at his shining teeth and eyes and a thought crossed his mind and struck him like lightning. For the first time in his life he has a friend. Not a parasitic vampire leech, but a real one.
“What are you doing right now?”-asked Jake. He wanted to walk around with Chandra, to show him the town, to laugh with him.
“Nothing special”-said Chandra.
“Maybe we…”-Jake started, but a female voice from the house interrupted him.
“Chandra! Your stuff won’t go itself to the room”-it shouted.
“That’s my mom. Must go now. See you later.”-said the Thai boy, turned around and walked into the house. Jake looked at his relaxed walking, at his straight posture, at how the bottom of the shirt, resting on his buttocks, shifted while he moved, and felt something stirring in his underwear.
“Please! Not now!”-thought Jake. But his efforts were futile. Now there was a hard as iron boner in his pants. Jake started walking again. The hot erected member between the legs stiffened his movement. And every time the hot and slightly wet glans came in contact with the skin of the pubic area, the penis went harder. The boners were one of the things that Jake hated about puberty. They started half a year ago, at the same time when Jake started waking up with strange wet spots in the front of the underwear. Jake hated how boners appeared at the wrong time at the wrong places, in other words, everyday and at least once in an hour. He didn’t understand them. The penis was only an excretory organ, so why he goes hard and long for no reason?
Jake arrived at Jean’s place. It was flat, one storey house with white walls and a black tiled roof. One interesting thing about the house was the glass wall of the living room, opening to the lake. And Jake loved to relax on the coach, listen to Jean’s music and look at the lake waters and how they crash onto the beach.
Jake entered the house through the main entrance, took the blue sneakers off the feet and looked around. On the left side of the hallway a door opened into a room that can be called library. On the right there was the kitchen. Ahead there was the living room. Jake went into the kitchen. He washed the hands in the kitchen’s sink and then opened the fridge.
“Hi Jake!”-said someone.
Jake turned and saw Jean. It was his uncle, with whom he has been living for the last five years. Since his mom became a success in show business and forgot all about him. Jean was twenty five years old. He had short black hair and dark brown eyes. There was always a smile on his face. Especially when Jake was nearby. Jake knew that Jean loved him like no one in the world. Actually, Jean was the only person in the world that cared about him. Even when his own mother and father forgot all about his existence.
“Hi!”-responded the boy.
“So, how is school?”-asked Jean.
Jake took his grade paper from the front right pocket of his denim shorts and handed it to Jean. While Jean was unfolding the paper and looking at it, Jake took out some pineapple juice and sandwiches from the fridge and placed them on the table.
“Like usual”-commented the man, wearing a blue tie-dye shirt and blue jeans-”Straight A-s, apart from physical education.”
“The teacher is just unbearable”-said Jake.
“That Russian old fat guy? Boris or something like that?”
Jake nodded with the head and bit one of the sandwiches.
“Don’t worry about him. He is just another brick in the wall. I guess it’s because of his fat and psychopathic wife.”
Jake smiled.
“And who need PE anyway? It’s only for the macho ones, stuck in the emotional-territorial circuit.”
“The teacher says that it’s good for our health.”
“But for some unknown reason, people dealing with sports die at a younger age than all the rest. How about that?”
“Yeah”-said Jake. He took a sip of the yellow pineapple juice from the glass.
“I have some news”-said Jean-”Tonight I must go to work. I am Dj-ing at a local party, so I will return Sunday around twelve am.”
Jake nodded. Jean had a strange working schedule, but Jake was used to it. After all, his uncle was a Dj and a very good one. And also a music producer.
“I will spend a whole Saturday all alone”-commented the blonde boy.
“Yes! But this isn’t all. At Monday, your cousin will arrive. He will spend the whole summer with us. His parents will be on tour all summer long. First gigs after all. Do you remember Leo Jake?”
Jake shook the head left and right.
“Ah! Stupid me! You have met once and it happened ten years ago. Don’t feel nervous Jake. He is like you, only more cheerful. You will like him.”
“How old is he?”
“Fourteen. Believe me, he is nice. You will get along well together. And the last thing for today is that our new neighbours invited us for dinner.”
“The Thai ones?”-asked Jake with a curious voice. Jean’s words stirred again memories about Jake and made something stir in Jake’s pants.
“Yes! I spoke with them. They are very friendly and they have a boy of your age.”
“Chandra”-said Jake.
“You had already met him?”
“Yes! I think we are friends now”
“Now that’s great news! You need a friend.”
“But I have you”-said Jake. There were no signs of sandwiches on the plates and the glass with juice was almost empty.
“But you need also someone of your age. Of course I can talk with you about everything, but there are certain things that someone of your age will understand better than an adult.”
“Okay. I am convinced”-said Jake. He got up from the table and placed the dish and glass in the sink.
“An idea just passed through my mind. Why not to invite Chandra for a sleep over?”
Sweat covered Jake’s spine, a tight knot formed in the stomach, the mouth became dry and the penis went hard, so hard that it threatened to tear apart the white fabric of Jake’s underwear.
“ Why not?”-responded Jake. A wide smile covered his face. He was on seventh heaven now. It would have been total ecstasy, if not for the boner.
“I will propose it to Chandra’s parents during dinner. I must go and prepare for work. Have a good time”-said Jean and went out of the kitchen.
Jake wanted to jump from the news. He and Chandra together for a night. And why not for a whole day. They can talk, play games, walk around the city, listen to some music. So many possibilities to have fun together…
The blond boy went to his room with a noticeable tent in the pants and it went down only an hour after the talk in the kitchen.
Xxx
The evening was the most wonderful time in the city. The suffocating heat of the day gave place for the relaxing and peaceful chilliness of the night. Usually, at this time, after sunset the city becomes crowded. Local people and tourists walk down the beach, spend the time in the bars or go dancing into the clubs. But there were also some groups of people, that gathered together in the loneliest places of the town and enjoyed the quiet night ambiance. Jean and Jake belonged to the latter. When Jean didn’t need to go working, he and Jake spent the evening watching films, playing video games, listening to music or playing on the synthesizers. But today, it was their first evening, spent with the neighbours. And it went fantastic. Especially for Jake.
At the neigbhbours’ place, miss Pradesh served them authentic Thai food. At first, it seemed too spicy for Jake, but with time and lot of water, he managed to overcome the tongue burning spices. He was impresses by Jean, who showed no signs of affection by the intense levels of pepper in the dishes. During dinner, Jake sat next to Chandra and this made him feel both aroused and anxious. He wanted to talk to the Thai boy, but the presence of Chandra’s parents scared him. He was afraid of saying something inappropriate or bringing too much attention to his persona.
After having eaten dessert, Chandra’s parents and Jean left the living room and went into the kitchen. Jake looked at Chandra and smiled. The boy smiled back. And Jake felt how something started to straighten up between the legs as he looked at the beautiful smile of the Thai boy with crow black hair. Jake turned and looked straight into the kitchen. He could hear the conversation between the adults very clearly.
“I had an idea today. What if Chandra will spend the night at my place together with Jake?”-asked Jean.
Chandra looked at Jake with an expression of awe on the face. The next moment, Jake noticed how his Thai friend tried to cover the front of his shorts with the white shirt.
“He has one too”-thought Jake. At this moment, his own hard penis jerked the last time and turned into a hard as stone tower, immovable and unbreakable. With the peripheral vision, he saw how Chandra’s eyes sometimes shifted down. Instead of feeling ashamed, Jake became more aroused than before. He had a feeling that his member will either explode right now or tear the fabric of his underwear apart.
“This sounds wonderful! I have no problems with this. How about you my beloved husband?”-asked miss Pradesh. Her voice was calm, sweet and melodic.
“No. No problems at all. Chandra needs a friend, otherwise he will be totally sucked into cyberspace. It’s good to see him not in front of a monitor. And we have plans for tonight, so it’s just great that you offered it”-answered mister Pradesh with a deep, low and bassy voice.
“We’re planning to trance dance at this “Entheoreality” party”-explained miss Pradesh.
Jean giggled.
“All I can say is…see you there.”
“What do you mean?”-asked mister Pradesh.
“You will see on the place. I will go and tell to the boys the good news”-said Jean ad went out of the kitchen.
But the boys already knew the good news. And their minds weren’t the only thing aroused by it. When Jean came into the room, Chandra moved the chair closer to the table, in order to hide the tent in his pants. It was noticeable even under the shirt covering the light blue short shorts. Jake wondered why Chandra’s boner was so visible and felt good about wearing jean shorts today.
“Chandra! I have an offer for you. Would you like to stay at our place tonight?”
The Thai boy smiled and nodded. It was a sincere smile, but Jake saw some anxiety in Chandra’s dark brown eyes. And he knew the reason of it.
“Fantastic! I must go now. Have a good time!”-said Jean and left the living room.
The conversation in the kitchen started again, but Jake didn’t pay attention to it. He was looking at Chandra and paying attention at the changes in his body.
“It will be fun! Come on! Let’s go!”-said Jake. His mouth was dry. His heart pumped so hard, that Jake could hear its thumps in the ears. Hot perspiration covered his spine. The erect penis didn’t show any signs of getting down.
Chandra’s eyes shifted down and then up.
“I must go to my room and take a few things. Wait here!”-he said, than turned away from Jake , stood up and went in a quick pace away from the living room with the round table in the middle, filled with empty dishes and glasses.
Jake looked at the lake, reflecting now the rays of the full moon, from the window and then down at his pants. His breath stuck in the throat. The heart started racing at incredible speed again. All this time his zipper was opened, revealing his white underwear. But the most shocking was that Jake could see the head of the aroused penis stretching the fabric of the underwear. And it meant…
“He saw my boner! How embarrassing!”- thought Jake. But the embarrassment didn’t make him feel bad or ashamed. In fact, this knowledge only made his boner stronger. The glans penis demanded attention and sent waves of pleasure down the shaft and into the groin every time Jake thought about Chandra. Jake felt a strong urge to intensify the pleasure. Something inside him told that if he will stroke this aroused member, he will feel something heavenly and unforgettable.
The blond boy concentrated all his will and closed the fly. Then he got up, went into the hallway and then upstairs. He wanted to check out Chandra. Chandra’s room was in the far end of the hallway on the right. Jake entered it. He saw Chandra sitting behind the computed desk and looking at the black screen of the monitor. The front of his shorts was flat, but there was a little wet spot near the waistband. Jake quickly looked shifted his eyes at something else, but the effect already came. The semi hard penis went again into full hard mode.
“This is how you are taking some things?”-Jake broke off the silence.
Chandra looked at him.
“I am thinking what to take. But it seems I don’t need anything”-he said.
“How about a pajama?”-asked Jake. He looked around. Chandra’s room felt good and friendly. Light green wallpapers. A bed covered by a warm orange blanket and a blue pillow. A computer. No television. A wardrobe and a bookcase. And of course a window, opening to the road in front of the house.
“Well… I don’t sleep in pajamas…I sleep…nude…”-said Chandra with long pauses between the words. Everything looked calm in his shorts. But there was a firework show in Jake’s. From Chandra’s words his dick jerked. Jake felt a tiny droplet of sticky liquid appearing from the urethral orifice and forming a little wet spot on his underwear. If it wasn’t for his steel will, Jake would have started stroking his penis right now.
“I also like to sleep that way. But lets decide this question when the time will come”-said Jake. He wanted to get rid of all the thoughts about naked Chandra, about them sleeping naked together. Jake felt a desire to explore the pleasures of a boner, but not now and not with Chandra.
“You’re right. Let’s go then”-said Chandra and got up -”Lead the way Jake.”
Jake turned, went out of the room and then went downstairs, Chandra walked next to him on the left. Sometimes, Jake threw glances at Chandra’s shorts, especially at that wet spot. And from every single look at it Jake’s penis jerked and excreted little droplets of some fluid onto the underwear. Now all the fabric around the tip of the boner felt wet and sticky. And near the door, while putting sneakers on the feet and watching at Chandra’s groin, Jake felt a desire to caress the hidden soft parts of his friend.
Xxx
The chilled air outside the house helped Jake a lot with the problem in the pants. Also, it took all the thoughts away from his mind and replaced them with an almost meditative stillness. During the walk down the beach to his house, Jake enjoyed the night with the bright white full moon in the clear, star filled sky. To his right the dark waters of the lake crushed softly into the gray sand of the beach. The trees on the border of the beach moved slightly and their leaves rustled from the weak and fresh evening breeze.
Chandra walked on Jake’s left side. Jake looked sometimes looked at him and felt how the first signs of anxiety formed in the stomach. He guessed that Chandra felt that way too. And every time he started to feel heaviness in the groin, Jake looked at the lake and at the moon shimmering in its waters.
It took for the boys ten minutes to get to the place in a slow, relaxed pace. Jake opened the front door and let Chandra enter first.
“This is my place”-said Jake after entering the house and closing the door. Chandra was taking off the sneakers at this time and Jake used the chance to look at Chandra from behind. The curves of Chandra’s buttocks brought another erection for Jake as well as a compulsive desire to put touch them and then slid one hand between the thighs and stroke Chandra’s sweet and soft boyhood. In order not to bring attention from Chandra, who had already finished taking off the sneakers and to cast away the lusty thoughts, Jake bent and quickly removed his own footwear.
“What we will do now?”-asked Chandra.
“Lets go into the living room and think there”-said Jake and stood straight.
“And where is it?”
“There”-said Jake and pointed with the right hand ahead.
When Chandra entered the entertaining room, he gasped. The far wall was made out of glass and he could see the calm waters of the lake reflecting the moon from it. In the right part of the room, near the wall stood a big flat screen TV with two hi-fi speakers on both sides. A Cd player rested on one of the shelves beneath the TV.
Several meters away from the TV stood a large dark blue sofa. Between the sofa and the TV there was low rectangular wooden table. The left side of the room was empty with a long Cd shelve near one of the walls and it was all filled with CD-s. And there was a hallway in the left wall, leading to Jean’s and Jake’s bedrooms.
“Wow! This room is huge”-said Chandra – “It’s ideal for a home party.”
“I guess so. But I like to sit here all alone and look at the lake while listening to some music”-said Jake.
“And what music do you have here?”-asked Chandra and walked to the Cd shelve.
“It’s not very popular and I think you had never heard it before”-said Jake. He followed Chandra and tried not to look down at his buttocks.
“Can we listen to something?”
“No problem. But you choose the music.”
“What about some recommendations?”
“No recommendations. It’s more interesting this way”-said Jake. Now he stood left to Chandra.
“Okay. Lets see”-said the Thai boy and started looking at the CD’s.
The shelve wasn’t very high. Its upper end was at level of Jake’s upper abdomen. And because of this Chandra squatted a lot, giving Jake a lot of arousing views of his curves. Jake tried not to look at it too much in fear of losing control. When Chandra squatted, the shorts contoured his thighs and his buttocks so well, that it looked as if they were more of a second skin than clothes and this drove Jake’s member insane.
“Jake, where is the cover of this CD?”-asked Chandra.
Jake shifted the gaze away from the lake back to Chandra. And his mouth went dry. Chandra was still squatting, but he had turned towards Jake, revealing to him the bulge between his legs, contoured by the light blue material of the shorts.
“I don’t know. Maybe some bootleg”-answered Jake. His mouth was extremely dry, like the mouth of a person taking puffs of marijuana. He tried not to look down there, but his eyes always betrayed him and went too low.
“Okay. Lets listen to it too. I am ready”-said the Thai boy. He stood up and smiled. Jake smiled back, but his smile was a little nervous. He hoped that Chandra didn’t notice his curious stares at his groin.
“Here is some stuff I would like to listen to”-said Chandra and handles the CD-s to Jake. He had chosen only three. Jake looked at them. One was just ab unknown CD in a plastic case, while two others were just full-on albums. Not the best stuff in the collection, but they work well when you have the desire to dance.
Jake went to the Cd – player. Chandra followed him to the sofa and then sat on it. Jake squatted and put all the three Cd-s into the player. When one will end, the player will shift the discs inside and the next one will start playing. Before turning around, the blond boy took a closer look at the two Cd-s. On one Cd cover he could read nine names of psychedelic substances inside circles of different colours, while the image on the cover of the other reminded him of folded paper. A knowing smile crossed his face. At least one album will totally blow Chandra’s head, even if it belongs to the full-on genre.
The boy with long blond hair pushed the play button on the CD reading device, stood up and turned around. He saw Chandra sitting on the sofa with the one leg on the floor while the other one rested on the sofa with the knee close to Chandra’s chest. Thanks to this pose, Jake could see inside the right sleeve of Chandra’s shorts. And the view made his semi hard penis stood straight again. It hardened back so fast, that even the jeans rippled a bit and brought Chandra’s attention to Jake’s crotch. But Jake didn’t care at that moment. His eyes were fixed on Chandra. The view revealed him that Chandra wore no underwear. Also Jake could see a little of Chandra’s huddled scrotum. If Jake could see more, than he would have noticed the aroused shaft of Chandra’s dick.
Jake sat right to Chandra and only now he noticed how hard and strong was his hard on. He also noticed Chandra’s glances at the little rippling in the jeans, but he decided not the hide it anymore. Knowing that Chandra could see his erection made him more hornier. When the ambient prelude of the first album, composed from sounds of an equatorial forest and a long sample about ayahuasca, came to an end, a goal achieved form in Jake’s mind. He told himself that tonight he will touch the genitalia of his new friend. Jake didn’t know that Chandra was thinking about the same thing,
When the beat entered in the first track, accompanied by a throbbing bassline, acid sounds and a tribal flute, thoughts about sexual matters left the head of the boys.
Chandra was stunned by the music and Jake was smiling at the reaction of his friend.
“Wow! This is so good!”-said Chandra while bobbing his head to the rhythm-”Why had I never heard such music before. So trancing and driving. I just want to stand up and dance.”
“If you want to do it, do it”-said Jake.
“Only if you will join me. I don’t want to look like an idiot.”
“I am not a good dancer.”
“Neither do I, but I really want to dance…”
“And you’re afraid of dancing alone because it will look too stupid in your opinion”-finished Jake.
Chandra nodded.
“Let’s dance then”-said Jake and stood up from the sofa. He went behind it, to the open space of the room. Chandra followed his actions and went into a frenetic dance. Jake also started moving, but his movements were unnatural and robotic. He just couldn’t get into the groove. And it continued for awhile, till the end of the first album.
During the pause, when the Cd-s were switched inside the player, Chandra said to Jake in a heavy and tired voice:
“That was fantastic! Never heard anything like it before. Never danced so wild either. Come on Jake! Loose up a little!”
“I’ll try”-said the blond boy and made a little smile.
The second CD started and when the beat began, Chandra again made an amazed face.
“This is even harder than the previous one”-he said with wide eyes and a large smile on the red face, covered with face. Jake didn’t say anything. He also was amazed by the kick. He only had listened to this Cd once and on a portable player with ear-buds, not on hi-fi stereo sound system. Both boys started danced. And they danced like nobody is watching. Jake looked at Chandra, who was totally in the sound and beat. He was dancing with eyes closed and hands and feet moving in synchrony with the effects in the tracks. During the dance, Jake started to feel better and more at ease. Soon, he lost all sense of time. Only when the Cd ended, he understood that he danced with Chandra for an hour. He was all covered in sweat. His breath was rapid and heavy. The cheeks burned. The legs felt weak. The mouth was desert dry.
“Do you want something to drink?”-asked Jake the Thai boy. He looked more attractive now with sweaty black hair, red cheeks and large wet spots on the back and front of the shirt.
“Water. Only water”-answered Chandra.
Jake went into the kitchen, took two glasses from a shelve above the sink and a bottle of water from the fridge. While pouring water into the glasses, Jake thought about Chandra. Again lust and arousal crept inside him and turned on every neural cell of his brain. Jake imagined Chandra pulling down the pants and showing to him the wrinkled skin of the scrotum, gleaming with beads of sweat. The next moment he thought about how it would feel to slip the hand into his friend’s shorts and touch his wet and sweaty package. Jake’s penis stood hard like a monolith and its tip pulsated with pleasure. A kinky idea crossed Jake’s mind. He decided to tease Chandra and opened the zipper on his pants, revealing the top his tent with a little wet spot on the top. The he went back into the room.
Chandra was sitting Indian style on the wooden floor. His hair glistened with sweat. The wet parts of the shirt stuck to his body. When Jake came, Chandra looked at him and in less than thirty seconds something emerged in his shorts.
“Why the music isn’t playing?”-asked Jake. He squatted in front of Chandra and handled him the glass of water.
“I don’t know. I think the disc is corrupted”-said Chandra and then drank the water in big gulps. Jake meanwhile looked at Chandra’s shorts. The boner was impressive. Jake felt an urge to pin down Chandra to the floor and stroke his member.
“I will go and turn off the player then”-said Jake and stood straight. Before turning towards the TV, he noticed how Chandra’s tent jerked. It was too much for him. He will turn off the player and then he will get dirty with Chandra. He wanted it too much. His gonads wanted it too much.
The horny boy with blue eyes drank the water, put the glass on the low table, then walked to the player, bent over and turned it off. He wanted to turn around and look at Chandra before proposing the next thing, but the Thai boy overtook him. He walked behind Jake and crossed his arms around his waist.
“How about some wrestling?”-he asked in a playful tone and then dragged Jake. Feeling Chandra’s warm skin against his, feeling his warm breath against his neck, sensing his heartbeat through the spine made Jake feel like in heaven. But the most arousing thing was feeling his hard and hot aroused member on the left hip. It felt big and it really wanted some attention, if Jake could even feel it trough the material of the jeans and underwear.
Chandra dragged Jake around the table and then the blond boy decided to act. He shifted all his weight on Chandra. The Thai boy staggered and then fell on the sofa. His hold weakened. Jake slid down from Chandra’s arms, sat on the floor, then turned around. Now he was sitting with the feet propped against the butt. He was between Chandra’s legs. His head was on the level of Chandra’s lower abdomen. Chandra was on the sofa and he was breathing heavily. Sweat covered his forehead.
“You’re heavy”-he said in a weak and panting voice.
Jake didn’t notice Chandra’s comments. All his attention was focused on Chandra’s shorts with a tent, pointing to the boy’s belly. Especially, Jake’s attention was focused on the smell. A dense, musky and sweet odour emanated from Chandra’s groin. Since the first sniff at it, Jake was addicted to it. This scent intoxicated him, filled his mind with nothing but a desire to remove the shorts from Chandra and suck his hard member. Jake’s penis also reacted to this genital smell. From every sniff, it twitched, releasing little drops of pre-cum onto the underwear’s white fabric.
Jake placed the hands on Chandra’s knees and started moving them around. Slowly he moved upwards, taking the palms away from Chandra’s warm skin. Jake caressed the skin of his friend’s thighs only with the end of the fingers. By the euphoric stare of the Thai friend, Jake understood that he likes it a lot.
Jake moved very slow, moving the fingertips in circular motion, from the outer side of the thighs to the inner and then back to the outer. His fingertips caressed Chandra with the same softness, as of the summer breeze. Even without feeling the muscles of the thighs, Jake could sense how tense they were, waiting for the moment, when the fingers will reach the long iron hard member.
But Chandra’s couldn’t wait too long. When Jake finally reached the sleeves of the shorts and was ready to place the hands on their fabric, Chandra slipped down the coach, sat on Jake thighs, put the left arm around Jake spine and brought Jake body closer, so that their chests touched. His hard as stone and hot as a coal penis poked into Jake’s belly. Than he sent the right hand between their bodies right into Jake’s groin. When Chandra’s hand touched trough the jeans his huddled from arousal scrotum, Jake gasped, rolled back the head and squeezed the thighs. The feelings was the same as when someone tickled him, but far more intense. A wave of tingling warmth and pleasure spread through the body from the groin, raising every single hair on the arms and torso.
A kinky smile appeared on Chandra’s face. He moved his right hand up and pushed some fingers into the open zipper. Jake jumped and again squeezed the thighs, Now the pleasure was even stronger than before. Chandra’s warm fingers stroked his balls, sometimes a finger caressed the base of the aroused shaft. Every single stroke brought a wave of intense, electric and tingling pleasure, which went up Jake’s spine and turned on every cell of his body.
Jake also decided not to be in a passive position. He placed the right hand on Chandra’ buttock and then moved it between his legs. When it reached the Thai boy’s sack, filled with two enlarged testicles, ready for a release of their liquid content, the effect came in a moment. Chandra’s moaned, his head arched back and his thighs squeezed involuntarily. It was the ideal moment for an escape from Chandra’s hold, but the lust was too strong. Jake removed the hand from between Chandra’s legs, placed it at the base of his left buttock and moved it under the band of the shorts. Excitement grew inside Jake’s stomach together with the pleasant tension in the lower body as his hand travelled from from the buttock to the groin. Chandra’s skin felt silky soft and warm, as the milk for breakfast during winter. Jake’s hand climbed the Thai friend’s thigh and then descended into the valley between the legs. Now Jake could feel the intense sensual heat coming from Chandra’s rod. Finally he placed the palm of the hand on the boy’s hot, moist, pulsating glans. The fingers touched the silky smooth skin of the shaft. Also they felt the steel firmness of Chandra’s tool beneath its soft skin. Jake was impressed by how wide it felt. For Chandra, Jake’s warm hand was the last stroke. His back arched, he thrust the hips and an enormous load of hot and sticky semen covered Jake’s hand. The blond boy immediately removed the hand from Chandra’s short with surprise written on the face. But his actions weren’t too fast and a second load covered the fingers. Jake removed the hand from his ejaculating friend’s shorts and looked at it..The palm of his hand was covered in some sticky white liquid. Long threads of it formed between the fingers. It’s smell reminded Jake of detergent. And it turned him on. But Chandra’s liquid wasn’t the only thing that drove him mad at the moment. Feeling Chandra’s twitching member, squirting out the last drops of hot semen with the skin of the belly drove Jake closer to the point of no return. His thighs were tense. The top of his penis throbbed with intense pleasure and desired some stimulation. His heart raced with the same speed as after a heavy gym session. The skin felt warm and flushed.
When Chandra stopped squirting sperm he saw that Jake was waiting for the pleasures of an orgasm. He moved the fingers on Jake’s shaft and started stroking it trough the underwear. Jake closed the eyes and enjoyed the waves of pleasure passing trough his body and the the rising tension in the groin. Several strokes were enough. Jake closed the eyes and it began. For a short moment time stopped for Jake. The breath stuck in the throat. The electric pleasure gathered between the legs and the next moment his first conscious ejaculation began. With the first big load, an intense wave of warm euphoric and electric bliss spread trough all his body from the genital area. A big yellow light exploded behind closed eyelids. Jake moved back the head and thrust the hips. Then the penis twitched again and another wave of intense and inexpressible pleasure passed through the body. Jake felt as he was in a sea of pure awareness and its waves covered him in ecstasy from the feet to the head. The twitching of the penis became faster, but with every twitch it released less and less sperm. Also at this point, the euphoria of the orgasm subsided. And when the release of sperm finally stopped, Jake was in a relaxed state, feeling pleasant warm in all the parts of the body. His skin, covered by perspiration, felt like if it was surrounded by static electricity. Everything in the trousers was wet. The penis still stood rock hard, but it demanded no attention. There was no sex in Jake’s mind. For the moment.
“How was it?”-asked Chandra. He slid down Jake’s knees and now sat in front of Jake with the spine propped against the sofa and with the knees against the chest. Jake looked at Chandra’s bulge and again lust crept over his neural tissue. He wanted more. He wanted to try more radical things. He wanted to see Chandra naked, to feel his cock and balls in the hands once more, to feel it in his mouth. But now, the only thing he could see was parts of the scrotum through the sleeves of the shorts.
Chandra felt the same way. Looking now at the big wet spot on Jake trouser, which clung to Jake’s shaft, revealing a little of its flushed skin with prominent blue veins, made him feel aroused again and drove him mad with the desire to put a hand between the legs and to stroke his own tired member, which was coming back again to life.
“I have never felt something like this before”-answered Jake wiping the hand from Chandra’s sperm against the black shirt.
“What do you mean? You never had experienced an orgasm before?”-asked Chandra with a a bewildered voice.
Jake shook the head left and right.
“I don’t believe you. Have you at least tried masturbating?”
“Mast…what?”-asked Jake.
“Masturbating”
“Never heard that word before”-said Jake and got up on the feet.
“Okay!”-said Chandra, feeling excitement arousing in his belly-”Do you know what is that liquid on your hand, shirt and in your pants?”
“It’s the same thing that you can find on the underwear in the morning sometimes”-answered Jake. He felt a little stupid, but it didn’t bother him too much. He was never interested in these things anyway. Until today.
“Okay, you know at least something. Do you know what an erection is?”
“It’s when the penis becomes hard.”
“We’re making progress. From this we will begin”-said Chandra. In his mind, he felt extremely excited. He will show him the basic things and then they will go further. It’s just matter of time now.
“Can we talk about it later. I want to take a shower right now”-said Jake.
Chandra smiled.
“Shower is a nice place for these kind of talks”-said the Thai boy.
Jake understood the meaning in these words. A kinky smile spread across the face.
“Lets go the bathroom”-said the blond boy.
The boy went across the living room towards the hallway, leading the the bedrooms, bathroom and the studio.
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A young crossdresser is given the house to himself for the weekend, taking the opportunity he wears his mother’s clothes. However his weekend is changed when he becomes involved with something he could have never imagined
I had been out of work for quite a while, and money was running short. So, since I was getting a little desperate, I was calling about just any job in the paper. There was one that said just “houskeeper wanted, fair pay, flexible hours” with a phone number. I decided to call, even though I didn’t really like house work, and arranged an interview the next day.
I arrived at the appointed time, and was greeted at the door by an older man, perhaps about fifty, (as opposed to my twenty-five). He was pretty good looking, but i felt more like he could have been a father figure. He showed me around, explaining that he was in and out a lot, sometimes being gone for days at a time, while sometimes he was at home all the time, working in his office. This meant he couldn’t take care of the house work properly, as I could see as we toured the premises.
The house was nice, although a little messy, nothing out of the ordinary, until we reached his office. He had several pictures of women on the wall, and not just your normal pin-ups, these were what you could call soft porn, the women were in varying states of nudity, one of which was full frontal, and she was totally nude!
He appologised for the pictures, but explained that he just loved the female body, something about the line of a womans curves drawing one’s eye and making them irresistable.
I decided to take the job, since the money was good, and I was really desperate. I worked for him for about two weeks, with him at the house only about half the time, finding the work acceptable, and his occasional company interesting. He was always the perfect gentleman, never staring at my body, (I have a pretty good body, just slightly over weight, with boobs kind of like half melons, no sag, and full hips. Pretty much like a couple of the pictures in his office), so I was getting to be very comfortable around him.
One day, he said he was going to be away for about a week, and asked me to keep coming to clean while he was gone, even though there wouldn’t be much to do.
“You can use the pool any time you want, there’s plenty of privacy, so you needn’t worry about interuptions.”
The second day he was gone, I was in his office cleaning and was drawn to one of the pictures, of a beautiful woman swimming in a pool, but quite noticeably with nothing on. It made me think of the pool, and even with not having a swim suit, his comment about the privacy of his pool made me think of swimming naked like the woman in the picture. I finished my work and stepped out onto the patio by the pool, looked around, and agreed that it was completely private. The sun was hot on my back, and I thought it might be nice to feel it on my naked skin. Just so you know, I had never stepped foot outside of my bedroom or bathroom without being fully clothed up till now. The thought of that gorgeous woman in the pool, and the privacy, together moved me to start undressing. After taking off my t-shirt and my jeans, I felt the vulnerability of being outside in just my underwear, but also a thrill at the thought of how sexy this felt. I walked around the pool, feeling the breeze on my exposed skin, but starting to also feel a little constrained by my bra, I reached behind an unclasped it, let it down off my shoulders and slid it down my arms, releasing my boobs from their prison. It felt so good, I rubbed my hands over them, enjoying the sensations. My nipples were by now hard and erect and I was feeling an excitement I hadn’t felt in a long while. It was now time to be totally free, so I stripped off my panties and added them to my pile of clothes.
I next dove into the pool, and started swimming towards the other end. The feeling of swimming naked was exciting, and I was starting to feel turned by the unfamiliar sensations of water flowing around my nakedness. It was totally different from taking a shower, and by the time I reached the end of the pool, I was feeling the tension of arousal. Now it had been several months since my last sexual encounter, so I was very open to these sensations, and gave into the urge to caress my tits, and pull on my nipples.
Leaning against the side of the pool, I ran my hands over my body, feeling the carress of the water on my skin. I had never (well not since I first hit puberty and experimented) masturbated before, but the novelty of the situation and the sensuality of the water took over and created a need in me that I couldn’t resist.
I began squeezing my tits, and flicking my nipples, each time sending pulses through my body like waves of electricity. As I stroked my body, my hands reached my pussy, first rubbing the outside, then slowly sliding a finger into the slit. My juices were mingling with the surrounding water. I gradually worked my finger farther in, working on my G-spot, while at the same time my other hand was massaging my ass. I was getting very worked up now, but I wasn’t ready to cum yet, so I swam down the pool again, and when I reached the other end, I just had to get release, so I plunged three fingers into my pussy, while I frigged my clit with my thumb, and my other hand was mashing my tits. This brought me to a crushing climax, with waves of ecstacy flowing through me, like never before. I kept working on myself, bringing several climaxes, until I couldn’t take any more.
When I had recovered, I climbed out of the pool, and lay out on a chaise until I was completely dry, enjoying the heat of the sun baking my skin.
I enjoyed the pool every day from then on, with much the same experiences, on one occasion masturbating myself several times during the course of the day. That is until the day before he (John) was due to return, when, after I was dried off from the sun, I noticed a security camera under the edge of the roof.
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