fat dad pt 3
mom takes is further
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I woke up very tired in the middle of the night. All I could feel was another body thrusting and pushing against me. I had had a long day and just wanted some sleep. Obviously my boyfriend had other ideas.
He was naked; I was wearing a thin t-shirt and my faavourite blue stripe underwear. His cock was at full mast and I could feel it pushing between my cheeks, straining my underwear. A little annoyed at being woken, I rolled onto my stomach to get away. he pulled me back, hands went under shirt to my hips and he continued. Every odd thrust his cock would go above my underwear and hit my skin. I twisted away quickly this time, again onto my stomach but a little further away.
I dozed off slightly before he lay on top of me and continued his hump. My hands were stuck under me and I had trouble trying to move. I squirmed slightly then realised it was no use when I heard a familiar groan and a second later my underwear became warm and very wet. He thrust a few more times, pushing out all of his seed. He rolled off me and went straight back to sleep. I was going to get back at him for disturbing my sleep cycle. I tried to move to get my undies off, but I was still tired from the long day and fell asleep, his cum soaking in and drying up on me. The problems had yet to begin.
Below the loose planks in our wardrobe, the monster could smell fresh seed. As I had fallen asleep, it pushed the loose planks aside and pulled itself up into the wardrobe. It was an elusive thing, full of tentacles and a deal of slime. It sent a few tentacles softly between the wardrobe door to unlock it and reach for the bed.
I woke up a second time, feeling my underwear was still very wet. I reached back to push my boyfriend off when a tentacle grabbed both arms and tied them back. My scream was choked by the third tentacle. A fourth, felt phallic shaped as it entered my mouth and began to deep throat me. I gurgled and choked with each thrust as my boyfriend slept oblivious to the monster violating my mouth.
The wet I had awoken too was from the creatures pre-ejaculate, its second cock-like tentacle, resting on my ass and still oozing semen through my undies. I was pulled back to the end of the bed, my underwear now sopping with the wet evidence of the monster’s increasing excitement. The creature pulled them down, its contents sliding all over my feet. It then manoeuvred and sat down on my ass. Part of it opened up and it began to push its main member into me. I cried out a muffled cry as it wormed its way inside my ass. It thrusted in and out, its body jumping slightly, making soft slap sounds against my ass cheeks. The passage filled with its thickening cock and I struggled to expel both the monster’s invasion of my mouth and ass.
After several thrusts, the monster spasmed suddenly and deposited an obscene amount of fluid into both my mouth and ass. Its cum was thicker and in large quantity per spasm. Several tears went down my face as I choked on it, the ejaculate lightly burning down my throat. My ass felt hot and full of fresh seed. My boyfriend must have been disturbed by the activity as he murmured and rolled over. The creature moved its body gracefully out of the way and retracted out of my ass as he rolled onto me. The tentacle was still in my mouth! It continued ejaculating until my mouth was once again full.
My boyfriend, half asleep and now very hard, pushed his hard wood into me and began his screw again, the monsters semen acting as a warming lube. I tried to scream now, the tentacle in my mouth pushing in continuing to force me to swallow. I choked and ingested it all, helpless to it all.
The tentacle began to ejaculate again and once again filled my mouth. The tentacle flicked out as quickly as it came as my boyfriend half asleep, covered my mouth, unknowingly sealing the monsters seed in my mouth. I struggled a bit as he continued to plunge his cock deeper inside me. I felt him beginning to spasm and tried to cough out the monster’s fluid as I could feel it burning slightly as it neared my throat.
“nuhh baby nuhhh pleashhh” I tried to convey my distress. He squuezed his hand more tightly over my mouth, the monster’s semen felt squirmy, was there something moving in it?
“ohhh myyy gudddd-ohh myyy gudddddddd” I whimpered and cried, thrashing violently against my boyfriend. Whatever thoughts were going on in his head, they did not help the situation. He pinched my nose, forcing my ingestion of the foreign substance down my throat as I choked and breathed through my mouth.
Shortly after I felt him spasm deep inside my ass. Several things began moving quickly inside my ass, the monsters semen mixing with my lover’s. Pulling his semi-erect cock out of me was the final act my boyfriend did before he went back to sleep. My ass leaked semen all down and through my legs. I coughed up what I could of the monsters fluid onto the bed, and weakly, tried to wipe it away. I could feel whatever was in the monster’s cum I ingested now moving inside my stomach. I tried to vomit it up but failed.
The moving things in my ass were swimming through all the cum, several pushed against the anal wall and applied pressure against the prostate. I cried out in shock and pleasure at the feeling. It was not the worst to come. A small group somehow passed through my internal layers and went for each teste, pushing gently inside it. I felt an errection grow as my balls filled with semen rapidly as the creatures accelerated semen repoduction.
My thoughts were no longer my own. I felt for my boyfriends ass and mounted him.
He immediatley woke up. “Hey, what are you doing”? He tried to push me off but I clung to him, pinning him down. “Im sorry handsome, the monster made me do it!” I pushed all the way into him, needing to get rid of the over production of cum. After three thrusts I reached climax and ejaculation. I felt the creatures exit with the fluid into my boyfriend. “What-what is down there, I can feel it moving, get it out, Get It Out!!” my Boyfriend cried, scared.
The monster watched the whole spectacle, obviously pleased with its success.
A tentacle then whipped my head and everything went black.
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I’d been crossdressing for a few months at this point but I’d never gone outside while dressed in women’s clothing. I’d been to the shops once, wearing one of my outfits under my normal male clothes; that’s the closest I’ve ever been but even that gave me an intense thrill. Even under a fairly loose coat, I’m sure people could make out the outline of my breast forms. Since that little trip to the shops had got me so aroused, I was determined to do it properly next time so I decided that the following Friday I would go clubbing in town.
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“Move that fat, pale ass down there, she-devil!”
The words rang out from behind Margo, filled with irony, as it seemed as if she was descending into hell. She stood at the top of the basement staircase, glancing fearfully into a dark abyss. The angry suited thug stood just behind her out of sight, shoes drenched in vomit and a heart drenched with hate.
“Listen. I am so sorry about your dress shoes” she whimpered meekly. “I will buy new ones. I will clean them. I’ll lick them clean if you want!”
Margo couldn’t believe what she just offered, but she truly was terrified of the abyss. She didn’t know what waited below, but she knew it could only be worse than what she had endured before. If fiction had taught her anything, basements were cold and poorly lit, and buried far enough below ground to bury every scream and shriek from earshot.
“Yeah, you will lick them clean, honkey,” the livid assailant sneered. “As soon as you get your cave bitch ass downstairs.”
Behind her Mar could hear one of the other thugs laughs at these comments. The other four had all remained seating, returning to the television and weed on the table. If the suited man was going to kill her, none of them seemed too bothered by it. The lack of humanity offered by her captors truly horrified Margo.
“Don’t take out too much anger just yet,” D’Marcus lectured like a nosey teacher. “None of us has even had a chance to try her ass out yet. Leave her breathing enough for that.”
Those words alone were enough reason to faint, but instead Mar started the slow death march down stairs and her heart pounded wildly. The throbbing was only matched by the one in her pussy at the moment. D’Marcus had ridden her roughly and all the thugs utilized her ass as a punching bag. The little blue, present bow g-string was on, but pulled completely to the side from the rape, leaving Mar’s entire ass visible. With nearly each trembling footstep she felt some semen slide around or drip to the stairs below.
Something as simple as traveling down a flight of stairs had now been turned into a grueling, slow process. Each awful detail stood out. She had only taken three uncoordinated steps when the squeaky, old door closed at the top and trapped her in the hell below. She was only six steps down when the awful odors of urine and wet dog hair reached her nose. And Mar was only half way down the staircase when her tormentor, tired of her slow speed or just enjoying her torture, decide to shove her.
With a mouse-like squeak, Margo flipped forward and began to tumble down the staircase at full speed. Her exposed, pale skin slid and cut against the rough wood stairs. The young coed tried desperately to grab onto the half-broken railing or even the wall to slow her descent, but couldn’t find a grip. After the third full flip she finally reached the ground below, but it wasn’t a graceful landing in the slightest. The back of her head, and already abused ass, slammed into the unforgiving concrete wall as her right ankle filled with a burning sensation. The weak, wooden dam inside her shattered once more and Mar began to scream and sob at the bottom of the stairs.
“Quit lying around and get that fat ass up,” the suited man barked as he straddled over her, his hand reaching out to slap her face and ass.
“I can’t,”she shrieked up at him. “I think I broke my ankle.”
The suited man shook his head in disbelief, a small smile forming from something very comical beyond on the assaulted girl’s understanding at the moment.
“Then crawl like the white bitch you are,” he ordered without compassion or understanding.
She struggled to pull her body up,more tired than at the end of any swim meet or volleyball game. Even to rise on all fours, which she was sure was a pleasing sight to the brute, took all the remaining energy she had stored up. Her scraped knees and bleeding elbows ached against the filthy dirt floor.
Completely robbed of her dignity, Margo crawled like a dog towards the main area of the basement. Her eyes quickly darted around, desperate to remove her fear of the unknown with a full understanding of the new predicaments she had descended into.
Very quickly it had become evident where the smells were coming from; in eight undersized pet carriers sat some of the meanest, malnourished, lunatic dogs she had ever seen. Their furs were a mess, covered with bite marks and dried blood, and each snarled at the new girl. Mar would have felt great pity for these abused creatures if her mind was not preoccupied with fear that her fate waited in one of their jaws.
Further in the basement was a long wooden table set up with all kinds of powders and chemicals. Clearly where the gang made their supply of drugs. Parallel to it was another work table decorated with a sea of different guns and ammunition. Margo’s heart raced faster again, the fear of the single handgun up stairs having been multiplied.
On the opposite side of the room sat a solitary chair under a low hanging light bulb, an image that instantly conjured up memories of spy films and dime novels. Adjacent to it was a large, uneven pit dug into the basement ground. Margo desperately tried to convince herself that this was where they fought the dogs and not where they buried people when a strong, ebony hand grabbed the top of her head.
“Stand up you spoiled, cock-sucking, white princess” the man coldly instructed as he yanked on her auburn hair.
She staggered to her feet with a hand raised to her head, desperate to relieve the pain of his hair-pulling and to shield her face from any blows. They had only made it as far. His pants were already pressed against her full behind, sandwiching her between the edge of the work table. Margo knew she had to speak now, desperate to please the gangbanger.
“Sir, I swear to god I am so sorry about-”
Without the slightest warning he slammed her head down on the table. The fall from the stairs had already given her a nasty headache and this unexpected violence only amplified it. Mar was now bent over the table, her bruised arms awkwardly spread across it and her bountiful breasts bunched up beneath her face.
“Jiggle those fat, sun-deprived, honkey ass cheeks for me,” he commanded in that remorseless voice that terrified her.
Instantly, Margo did as commanded and began to shimmy her behind. The thug’s cock quickly hardening within his pants, the bulging python pressing against the softness of her flesh. He took a step back for a second and with a head tilt just seemed to inspect her movement.
Margo didn’t know what he was after, if this was another twisted little game he was making her play. She didn’t dare stop though. His form of punishment had already proven to be too harsh, so she continued to wiggle and clap her ass cheeks for him.
She wouldn’t dare turn around, but through the corner of her eyes she tried to study the man. His stance and facial expressions had softened somewhat, but the difference was between that of steel and silver. No real softness there. The co-ed didn’t expect any mercy after all that she endured earlier.
“I can’t believe I’m gonna say this,” the man lowly murmured. “But your ass is the god damn nicest one I’ve ever seen. I could watch that thing jiggle all day.”
Margo began to worry whether all the attention to her backside was getting her out of or into more trouble, but she wasn’t about to stop the one thing that was even remotely calming the street-hardened killer out of view.
The shaking and bouncing only began to cease when she heard his foot steps walk away towards the table with the guns. It completely halted when she heard his hands fiddling and fumbling with a weapon, and it picked up full steam again as he loaded a clip and started to approach her again.
“Bet your white ass ain’t never even seen a gun before today,” the man taunted as he shoved his crotch back up against her. “You wanna get a real nice look at it?”
Margo would have tossed up her lunch at the line if she hadn’t already. Through tightly closed eyes she slammed her ass back into his pants and grinned wildly.
“The only gun I need is your thick, black cock,” she lied in the most seductive voice one can muster up in a life threatening situation.
The thug almost purred as she brushed against his cock, but he didn’t remove the pistol.
He still held it in his gloved left hand.
“Gurl, I think there is room for both in your life,” he commented while tracing lines up her back with the edge of the pistol.
Every spot the pistol head touched felt like a hundred ice cubes. The cold, steel weapon sent shivers down Margo’s spine. This did not go unnoticed by the thug who, smiling, slid the gun down to Margo’s right ass cheek. Her legs began to buckle and shake with fear.
“Look at you move now. That is one way to get white bitches to dance,” he remarked while observing her trembling ass.
“Please put the gun down sir,” escaped from Margo’s lips, her words trembling as much as her body. “I will do anything you say.”
“Yeah right. You look like one of those stuck-up, rich white bitches who won’t even take it up the ass,” he scoffed.
The cruel man was partially right. She flat out refused to do it before and was frankly appalled that she even had to inform every single one of her boyfriends that. Every one of them pleaded and tried to buy into her favor thinking flowers or perfume could make it negotiable. It never was negotiable then and, ironically, it wasn’t negotiable now either.
“Of course I would. I love it,” she blabbered while moving both hands back to spread her ass cheeks for the thug. Even her gentle finger’s touch hurt her now sensitive and red pussy. Margo could only imagine how beat up and ravaged it looked, but unfortunately her untouched asshole sat above invitingly for her rapist.
“Do you have lube or should I spit-”
Margo never got out another word before her tormentor’s black spear rammed into her ass. No warning or preparation. The man just stabbed at it, like a knife going into a rival gang member. That was the only basic, but true, word for it. He might as well have stabbed her insides with a knife. The sentence she was speaking quickly broke down into a shriek followed by a series of short sobs.
“OH GAWD! PLEASE NO! WAIT. JUST WAIT,” she screamed as the man’s cock thrust in and out. It was not even close to fully inside her, perhaps taking just a little of the shaft beyond the head, but the thug was trying to get more in with each, thoughtless shove.
“Bitch, shut the fuck up,” he barked with a firm ass slap. “Your voice is so fuckin’ annoying.”
Margo bit her lip to try and keep quiet, but it wasn’t working, each thrust of his cock caused a gasp or sob to escape. Her back was stiff as a board from the assault and her hips writhed in agony, trying to escape the burning sensation. Her breasts were also being scraped and pulled across the dirty wooden table, causing pain not unlike that of a bad sunburn.
The thug, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. He breathed heavily and Margo could see him grin over her shoulder. She could also see the gun in his left hand swaying with each thrust.
“Cracker. Honkey. Stuck-up slut,” spat the rapist. “You deserved a good ass-fuck. Put your chubby behind in its proper place.”
Margo just stood there bent over and sobbing as he assaulted her. The attack had forced her up on her toes with each jab, causing more pain for her wounded ankle. It burned with each movement, but not as badly as her orifice. She felt like her insides were being pricked with needles, but it wasn’t just the tip of the cock as she would have imagined.
Rather, she could feel every inch of the shaft. Every little bump and imperfection could be felt as it pumped in and out. She began to understand this man’s shaft more than he did and it was a terrible comprehension she’d never understand.
The sound of his balls slapping against her legs rang out in the dark basement along with her sobs and shrieks. This continuous sick symphony was only occasionally interrupted by the bark of one of the caged animals.
“You hear them dogs growling”? the rapist whispered as his free hand yanked her fiery hair back. “I’m going to let them fuck you with their sharp little pricks after I finish up.”
“Please, don’t leave me with the dogs,” Margo pleaded. “I’m scared of them, sir.”
The man laughed and slide his hands down to grope her tits some more.
“Liar. I bet you’d rather fuck them than me you little racist cumdumpster.”
“No. I swear, I love your cock,” she wailed in agony as her ass got pounded roughly.
The man scoffed at her latest lie and then Margo felt something cold and metallic against the back of her head. The gun. Suddenly every inch of her body tensed up in a type of fatalistic fear she had never felt before. The tightening of her sphincter was extremely pleasurable, for the thug at least, who let out a huge moan of pleasure.
“God damn, that feels so fucking good,” the man growled as he pushed the gun against her skull. “Is this what I have to do to get a good fuck out of you”?
She wanted to answer no, but was too frozen with fear to make any sound but a low, pathetic whimpering. Until she heard the hammer click back on the gun at least. When that terrifying sound echoed through the dirty cellar the only thing moving faster than her mouth was her ass.
“Fuck this giant white ass,” she shrieked while driving her back into his crotch as hard as she could. “Put this worthless, ginger, cave bitch, fuck toy in her proper place.”
The thug gave her a approving slap on the right side and squeezed the cheek afterwards. He didn’t remove the gun from her head however.
“I’m starting to like your lingo,” he mockingly complimented as his free hand rose to slide down the suit jacket, giving him a better view of the expensive gold watch.”Tell you what bitch, you got one minute for me to either bust a nut or a cap, what’s it gon’ be”?
Margo’s whole body shifted into focus and the adrenaline flowing through her towered over anything she had experienced before.
Her individualism disappeared. Her interests, goals, and feelings were all moot. Even more physical attributes such as her fiery hair, pretty doe eyes, or button nose were now obsolete in the grand scheme of things. For all intents and purposes she was just a round, pale ass at this point. A big, thick ass that had saved itself so far and needed to do better than ever to stay alive.
“Yes sir,” she shrieked while continuing to assault his crotch with slam after slam. “Give me that big black cock! My worthless, snooty, pale asshole deserves to be punished.”
She rocked her body back and forth with all the strength she could muster. No workout had ever even come close to punishing her like this. Every gesture became over-animated and filled with emotion.
Every inch of Margo’s curvaceous, ravished young body was now drenched in sweat and her heart was beating so fast she thought she could hear it thudding against the table. Still, the coed only noticed these things under the surface. She was locked in on a goal and nothing was going to stop that. Soon the suited assailant was no longer even the aggressor in the situation, sitting back and allowing his captive to do all the work. Only moments earlier Margo pleaded and screamed for the anal assault to end and now, thanks to the gun, she willingly leapt towards it. The desire to stay alive making her repeatedly impale her innards on a long, black shaft.
“I love watching the fat in those cheeks jiggle as you fuck for your life,” the rapist nonchalantly commented while grinding the barrel of the gun against her skull. “Forty five seconds.”
The speed of her fucking nearly doubled with the small comment from the time keeper. Margo’s sweat-soaked ass cheeks clapped and jiggled and the moist sound of his balls brushing against her filled the tiny basement.
“Do you like how this fat, white ass jiggles,” she asked in the most seductive voice one can make with possibly only 45 seconds of life remaining. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Mar squeezed as hard as she could, wrapping her orifice around his phallus, and began to hop around. The cellulite of her cheeks and thighs bounced pleasurably around his member. She couldn’t help, but see the irony. The very flaws in her figure, the ones she toiled hours in the gym to remove, where now her only tools towards survival. The thug soon let out a long and pleasurable moan, leaning back so gravity would pull her further down on him.
“Shit, could it really be that a white bitch is the best fuck I ever had,” he pondered as the free hand went to wipe sweat from his brow.
This temporarily filled Margo with a sense of hope, but the hand quickly smacked her abused, glowing red orbs.
“Hurry up honkey, you got 25 seconds,” he remarked through a pant.
Margo never believed the old cliché of one’s life flashing before their eyes, but she now experienced it. Only, it wasn’t linear or sensible as the movies would make you believe. Rather, various images, smells, and memories from her past all came exploding out at once. Not necessarily important memories, but memories all the same.
She remembered goofing around on the bus, getting mad at her sister for taking her clothes, and dreading math tests. She remembered first dates and breakups, graduating high school and joining her sorority.
Even the scents from the former houses she lived in and games played on the school yard, ancient memories thought gone forever, were suddenly real again. A lifetime exploded around her as Mar’s once-virginal ass was split in two.
“Ten seconds. Now or never,” barked the man and she was suddenly awoken from this fantasy. She was more awake than ever before in her life.
Her body shook and writhed like never before, not so much by her own doing, but rather by the fear that now rushed through her. Any emotion or courage Margo had previously built up had been shattered. Pitiful sobbing escaped her lungs as tears poured down her face. Still, she never even dared to stop fucking back on her tormentor’s cock.
“DON’T KILL ME! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! I WANT TO LIVE! I WANT MY DADDY,” she let out in blood-curdling shrieks as she pushed her whole body back and forth, writhing on the large black cock. One hand even desperately swung around, blindly reaching for testicles to massage.
By some miracle, she felt the cock vibrate and soon a disgusting, creamy load was shot up through her intestines. It was absolutely disgusting, mortifying, and soul-crushing.
It was also the most wonderful feeling in the world.
The gun against her head slipped away and the weight of the world lifted off her shoulders. Through the corner of her eyes she could see a look of approval on the thug’s face as he struggled to catch his breath.
“Damn, that was a good fuck,” he commented between big gasps of air. “I’m thinking we might be able to keep you around after all.”
He slowly pulled his softening cock out of her and a second relief, much more physical than emotional, was felt.
“Suck me clean, snow bunny,” he ordered.
Despite absolute exhaustion and an injured ankle, Mar somehow made it to her knees. Staring up at his penis, covered in sweat and filth, she slowly began to lick the tip. The taste was horrific, but nothing in this house hadn’t been so far.
The violent animal patted her on the head.
“Clean my dick off nice and good and then I’ll show you your new home.”
Mar took a long lick down the side of the shaft, her mind filled with fear, wondering if she would ever escape from this hell.
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I entered my bedroom to a scene I could not imagine. “My future wife’s maid of honor was lying in my bed naked with left hand on her right tit massaging it and rolling her nipple between her thumb and finger pinching it and squirming in self pleasure. Her right hand over her red bush between her legs stroking her clitoris and getting her fingers wet sliding them inside her wet hole. Making her arch her back as she’s getting into finger fucking herself.”
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Doc Murphy is my pal–always has been, a buddy! Yeah, I’ve had other friends, but they often changed, I moved, or they moved, they found new friends or I did, whatever. But I could depend on Doc Murphy as my friend–to the death! Well, by that I mean he could keep a secret. That’s the test of a friend, you know? My name is Sheeny. I know it’s goofy, but I’m stuck with it, OK. Because of the genes of my great-great grand father–whatever, I’m a very outgoing, frank girl, Many of my teachers deplore that trait, and I think they wish they could just tell me to shut the hell up, but most simply say I’m too outspoken, but that’s just me, how I am! Sheeny, “I figure you’re either a leader or a follower, like with sheep–Right?” that my dad talking now, he’s sitting here with me. But I’d ruther be a leader, I mean, who wouldn’t? My parents are divorced, live with my dad–“I picked him cause he loves me, and I love you, don’t I dad?“ , it’s just that simple I guess. He teaches high school. I’m in high school myself now, but at a different school. High school is fun!
What often get’s me into trouble is that my dad, bro, Jason–who’s 12 and me are nudists! That doesn’t mean we run around the back yard waving our arms stark naked, we’re discreet about it here in town, and practice nudism when we’re at a nudist park, which is about every weekend in the warm months. But at home, with the curtains drawn, we often enjoy being nude, simply because it’s comfortable, and it’s fun. A lot of my girlfriends know about this, a selected few have come over and joined us in the nude–no hanky panky, I guess just old fashioned fun.
Of course that doesn’t mean that two of us girls can’t sleep in the same bed for an over-nighter–nude of course! Which can lead to all kinds of interesting adventures,. As far as boy-girl sex goes, I guess I’ve not made much progress there yet–all the boy’s I know are dorks, so yes, I’m still a virgin, but that doesn’t keep me on trying to seduce my friend Wanda, mainly cause she is such an unusually pretty girl–she’s also one of my converted nudists. We’ve been friends forever, but nothing sexual, you understand? It was about 11 p.m. and we had already got naked, and were laying on my bed talking, about boys of course. Almost as it always does, the subject comes around to sex. Knowledgeable as I am I was explaining how a girl should always be on top during sex, because she can be in control, she can control how deep he penetrates her, and how often, and she can stop it any time she wants. Wanda listened with eyes wide.
I told her how my dad and I were talking about boys who had a large penis, and if the occasion should arise, a lubricant is advisable. Wanda said “Sheeny, do you mean to tell me you and your dad talk about things like that?” “Yeah, of course we do.” I told her. “Look Wanda” I tell her “If you are tight with your dad, there’s no reason you can’t ask him things like “How come some guys get erections in class, don’t these guys have any control over their penis?” “Oh-my-gowd Sheeny, you are not serious!” ”Wanda, are you scared to talk to your daddy about sex, the same as you and I are talking?”
Sheeny, you are out of your fucking mind, you know that?“ “Why?” I ask. “Because, girls just don’t talk to their dad’s about sexy things like fucking” she retorted, “That’s why!“ and she crossed both her arms across her bare little boobs, (which are only 1/2 A cup) and stared down at me. “OK“ I said. I went to the bedroom door, opened it and called my dad. No answer. “Jason, where’s Daddy?” “I donno—out in the kitchen I guess.” my brother answers. “Well go get him and tell him I need him in here, will you?” I hear an “Okedoke” from him. Wanda panics. “Sheeny, We don’t want your dad in here, Wait, thats not what I mean, “God Damnit, wait Sheeny!” Of course, in a minute, in walks my Dad. Now my Dad has always liked Wanda, said she was going to be another Keira Knightley look-alike, cause she was so cute! As he comes in, Wanda try’s not to look at his penis, or a least she tries not to be obvious about it.
“Hey guys, What’s up?” as he sits down on the bed with us. I pitch right in. “Dad, Wanda and I were having this discussion about circumcision, about if it’s necessary for a guy to be circumcised. And we want to get a guys opinion about it, right, Wanda?” Wanda, with a blank look on her face, nods her head rapidly up and down. Well, what happens, we get to talking about penises and all, then naturally the discussion turns into a debate about sexual intercourse—and guess what happens? Dad get a boner–a magnificent erection.
Now Dad and I don’t think much about it, cause we’ve both seen it before, and know it’s just something natural–it’s normal for a guy to have erections ten times a day, right? And when you’re living in a house where you, your Dad and brother usually go nude most of the time in the evening, you see a lot of erections, believe me! But now Wanda is sitting on the bed next to my Dad, just about to freak out because Dad’s cock is pointed straight up! So we have to educate Wanda about erections. They are not poison snakes–they don‘t bite. It’s part of his body, you can touch it and you won’t turn to stone or go to hell or whatever. And finally Wanda makes friends with Daddy’s erection–finally she even holds it in both hands, to everyone’s astonishment!
Wanda was really impressed that Dad treated her like an equal, didn’t talk down to her. She liked that and I’m sure she appreciated it. After a while, Dad and Wanda were able to talk about anything. My Dad has a way of drawing people out, getting them to talk, and Wanda quickly fell under his spell. In no time at all, Wanda was telling us all her secrets, everything. How she would use her older sisters vibrator when ever she masturbated. She even described for us, exploring her vagina for the first time, with a mirror. I was surprised when she allowed Dad to examine her breasts, with special interest on her nipples. ‘Fondle’ would be more like it ,if you ask me, tho Wanda seemed to enjoy it. You know, I think one thing that she really enjoyed was sitting up close with my Dad, naked in a non-threatening situation. Like he was just an intimate friend–sort of a secret friend, you know, the kind you that you masturbate with.
She was finally able to examine a man’s penis—even watch as it became erect, a special treat for her. But most of all, he didn’t treat her like a girl, he treated her like a woman! I know that If Dad had asked Wanda, She would have said “Yes please, I do want you to fuck me!” But, of course my Dad would never do that. The four of us had become close friends, but dad finally left, taking his erection with him. It was interesting that, the whole scene left Wanda so sexually stimulated that after he left, all she wanted to do was talk about was fucking—that, and lay up real close to me while we talked.
Any way Wanda and I then get deep into talking about fucking, and how it would feel, and all that stuff, and if it would really hurt the first time he put his penis inside you? Well, when both of you are naked, talking sex gets pretty insane. Finally I tell her, “Wanda, if you have to, go ahead and masturbate.”
“Sheeny Wead you’re a wicked girl!” And then we both hug and laugh like crazy. By 2 a.m., we’re pooped. Wanda says she’s going to get into the shower, cause it was getting late, and she ducks into my bathroom. I laid there on the bed for a few minutes, then thought: What the hell! Since I was already naked, I went in the bathroom and joined Wanda. “You’re all wet and soapy” I shouted at her. “God!—you surprised the piss out of me.” “Well I was lonely out there all by myself, so I came in her to be with you.” and I cuddled up to her under the hot spray. “You’re just still hot from talking about fucking–you can’t fool me!” she said. Grabbing the soap from her and rubbing it on her tummy and her pert little breasts, I admitted, “Your right, Hon, I’m hot and wet–if you know what I mean, and I don’t know how to do any thing about it.” I massaged Wanda’s breasts, holding her close, “Oh my“ she said, smiling.
“Does that feel good, Honey?” “Mmmmmmmm” was all I could get out of her for a while. “Do you like it when I soap up your breasts like this my little pet?” This time Wanda managed “Oh Sheeny.” I pulled Wanda to me till our tummy’s met. I reached around her with both soapy hands, and massaged her butt. It was like mine, soft and smooth, and when I pressed hard, I could feel the muscles. I pulled her hips hard against me–she looked up at me, startled. And I kissed her! Her lips, so soft they were impossible, nothing could be that lovely, yet she offered them as a gifts to me tho they were priceless. I traced those red lips with my tongue, feeling rich beyond wanting, then she slipped her tongue into my mouth. Gazowie! She opened her mouth to me, and our tongues met. Sorta shyly at first, then like new playmates, they held hands and just skipped around in there. It’s like you can express yourself with silent words in a kiss, you know, loving words! We both want…what? We want to get fucked, that’s what!, Ha Ha But without a guy? We did have each other! We shut off the water, and had fun drying each other off, each pampering the other like a princess. It was warm in the bedroom, so we just flopped on the bed naked with no sheet. She made no move, timid, she just looked at me as though to say “Please”
So again we kissed, and caressed each other in lots of places, many of them secret. When I felt we both were ready–I don’t know, It just felt right, I scooted down between her legs. Wanda must have had the same thoughts, at least she made no move to stop me. I gently pushed her legs apart, and nestled between. Placing a hand on each thigh, I nuzzled her slit, sparsely covered with straight blond hairs. She had a clean smell, a female smell, and she was wet. Slippery wet. She ran her fingers through my hair as she felt the tip of my tongue slide between her labia. I pressed on her thighs to try and stop her shivering–“It’s just nervousness” I whispered. “Sheeny” I heard her imploring whisper, I stretched out my tongue deep, licking the full length of her slit. More shivers.
Not content, I stuck my tongue in—-far in, till I found the opening, down low, her vagina–I felt her clench muscles all over the place as I slid my tongue into her. She was so soft inside, if I had been a boy, I would have fainted right then and there! But I knew what I was after, and I scooted up just enough, till my lips found her little clit–I sucked him into my mouth, tongued him unmercifully, then with a nip of my lips, expelled him, then again–and again–and again. I felt it enlarge, right there, as I held it in my mouth!.
That thrilled me, the thought I was giving Wanda an ‘erection‘! I mouthed her clit, gently, bit it with sharp teeth, and again with the suction. Her nails were digging into my shoulders now, she was mewing–like a kitten I reached up and found her breast, squeezed it, molded it, gently pulled at it till I had only the nipple, which I would not surrender, but claimed as my own plaything. Holding her little soldier between my lips as it stood proudly at attention, I whipped my head back and forth. She was moaning now, as she squirmed on the bed–I had to hold her. God, —Wanda shrieked, grabbing my hair, holding my head still, hard against her cunny as she came, I could feel her orgasm pounding thru her like a freight train, she shook, taking great sobbing breaths and when it passed, she just cried. Dad stuck his head in the door, asked “Are you OK, I heard…..”, he took in the scene at a glance, and quietly closed the door. Wanda and I fell asleep in each others arms.
At first my visiting friends completely freak out when my dad or Jason walk into the room in the buff, but they soon realize that hey, it’s no big deal. Kristen, one of my converted nudists girl friends told me that she found a togetherness, an honesty about being in the nude with our family that she doesn’t have with her own mom and dad. My dad didn’t leer at her, and my little brother didn’t snap photographs of her, it was just a happy family atmosphere. And now she likes to come over for an evening, and even join us on weekends at a park. But if I bring the subject of nudism up in class you’d think I was defending hit and run drunk drivers, and it’s off to the counselor for a ‘session‘.
Now I forgot what I was talking about. Oh yeah, Doc Murphy. I love him, He’s in his 30’s I guess, and he single, Yes Yes Yes. He is so good looking I could just die when he even touches me. Several times I’ve overblown an injury or sickness just to have him examine me. Bad girl.
I think this all started when I was 12 years old. I was already an unrestrained female in every way, and that included sex. I had just discover sex, or at least masturbation at 12, and I had already progressed to using anything I could find as a, shall we say, toy. Well, I’m rooting around in one of my dad’s drawers (a favorite pastime) and I find this little thing-a-ma-jig. I don’t have any idea what it is. It’s black, hard and smooth, sort of a cylinder rounded on both ends. It’s about as big as by pinky finger and about an inch and a half long. It fascinates me, so Into my pocket it goes, for future study.
That night as I lay in bed, masturbating of course, I’m naked–we all sleep nude– I think it‘s some kind of rule. Anyhow, I had a real inspiration, I hopped out of bed and got that little cylinder. I took a tiny dab of Vaseline—you have to understand here, that at that age, I’m sort of dry, so I had bought a little jar of Vaseline at K-Mart and keep it in my bedside stand, just for when I masturbated. Clever, right? Well I try rubbing my clit with that thingy, and even sliding it over my vagina, It’s even better than my fingers. Finally at some point I’m getting, I guess sorta excited, and that damn little critter slipped right through the opening in my hymen and up into my vagina.
Oh SHIT! I panic. Oh my God! How in the hell am I going to get that out? If I was religious, I would run down to church and pray to the patron saint of dildos, I guess, but we don’t go to church. No help there. I know better than to call any of my friends, they would die laughing, All except David, he’s the genius–he would tell me to use the vacuum cleaner hose. Which I am not about to try! My dad? God! Yeah, he’s seen me naked and all that, but I can’t have him poking around in my cunny, can I? No way!
Then I remember a voice. Doc Murphy telling me not too long before, “Sheeny, If you every have a problem with your body, you come and tell me, will you do that for me?” Well I seriously doubt that my dad could get the stupid thing out, so Doc, you’re my only hope.
I call Doc Murphy, and tell the girl that answers, that I have to talk to Doctor Murphy, it’s an emergency, yes, my name is Sheeny Wead. Within a minute or so, “Hello, Sheeny” he says, “it that you?” The words just tumble out. “Yes it’s me Sheeny, Doc, I did something awful foolish and now I’m in real trouble and I don’t know what to do and I think maybe I’m going to have to kill myself!“ I say without taking a breath. “Slow down Sheeny, and take a deep breath, are you bleeding?” “No” “Are you injured in any way?” “Well Doc, I ah, I suppose you could say ‘in a way’ I guess.” Doc chuckles. “I think I understand, Honey.” He says, “Come right on down, and if the young man is willing, have him come along.” I hold out the phone and stare at it. “Young man?” What young man? I don’t have time to go find a young man, I’ve got a fucking UFO buzzing around in my twat, you moron. Of course, I don’t say that to Doc.
Any how, I get on my bike and shoot over to doc’s office. The nurse takes me into an examining room and asks me to wait. I have that feeling the she knows what I’ve done, by the way she looks at me–yeah, she knows! But then how could she? I no sooner clench my fingers claw-like and stare at them, when the door opens and Doc strolls in. At the sight of him, I just loose it. I burst into tears, I run to him, throw my arm around him and bawl. Doc doesn’t try to talk to me, he just lets me cry it out, rubbing my back and holding me tight!
When I am able to stop hic-cupping, I stare at the tile floor and tell him everything, masturbating, little cylinder, squirted right out of my fingers and all. “What am I going to do Doc?” I ask, looking up at him imploringly. “I don’t want my daddy to know“, “Please, pretty please?” “Sheeny, Shame on you!” “Didn’t I tell you that you could always come to me with any problem, and I would help you with it?” “Did you think I was just talking out of my ass?” Inspire of myself I laugh at his awful choice of words.”
“Tell you what Sheeny, Why don’t you drop your drawers, and your undies, and hop up on the end of the table?” and he patted the end of his examining table. “When was your last period?“ he asks, and I tell him. Well, since I’d been on that table several times before, I wasn’t afraid of it, so I step out of my shorts and all, and hop up like he said. Doc opens a drawer under the table and pulls out two aluminum whats-its These he puts onto brackets on the table’s end, where they stick up. “You know what stirrups are, don’t you Sheeny?, well, that’s what these are, let me show you.”
He raises both my legs and places my heels in the cups, so my legs are raised and sorta spread open. Now yes, I’m a nudist, but that doesn’t mean I feel comfortable letting anybody look at my cunny. Doc stands beside me, and puts his hand on my bare tummy. “Look Sheeny, I know this is a little embarrassing for you, letting me see your vagina, but try this, think of me as your lover, that might make it more fun and less embarrassing.” He gives me a big smile, then squeezes my tummy.
While he slips on rubber gloves, he asks “How often do you masturbate, kiddo?” “You want the truth?” I ask ”And nothing but the truth and all that” he responds. “Well, I guess I masturbate every night, lots more on weekends.” He smiles at me. “My, you are a sexy little devil, aren’t you?” We both burst out laughing.
“Now Sheeny, Just lay back and relax, let me do my thing–remember, just pretend that Murph is making love to you.” So I lay there with my eyes closed. “Doc says in a soft voice, “Sheeny, your labia are a little dry, and these rubber gloves just don’t slide well, so I going to apply a little K-Y jelly, it will feel cold at first.” “I don’t want to cause you any little abrasions on your labia, OK?” In a moment I feel something cool being spread on my cunny. Really, it feels good, feels wonderful, when he does it. I imagine him standing there applying the K-Y, nude of course, his penis erect and standing straight out. “Sheeny, this may feel a little cool, I going to insert a speculum into your vagina.” “Doc” I ask, “I know what a speculum is and all that, but how can you use one on me when I’m still a virgin?” Doc chuckles, ”Good thinking Sheeny,” He says “First, I’m using a small size speculum, designed just for virgins, and, second, your hymen will stretch quite a bit, no worry.”
Doc told me, “Just hold still now.” he has one hand, working on something at my vagina, I’m hoping he doesn’t injure me, meanwhilethe other, his left, he places right over my mound, and his thumb comes to rest right on my little clit. I wonder if he knows it? The poor thing was already erect from all the excitement, and my pretending Doc was my naked lover only adds fuel to the fire. In his concentration, he grips me a little harder, presses more on my clit. I was laying there wondering at all the magical, wonderful feelings that were suddenly shooting through my body, I stiffened. “You OK Sheeny?” Doc asks. I’m utterly amazed as this incredible sensation of joy flooding me as he presses hard on my clit. The next moment my back arches up as an orgasm takes hold. It comes in wave after wave over me, and all I can do is let off a cry, half moan, half gasping for air.
In less than a minute, he has finished, even before I come down from my orgasm, and he is cradling me in his arms, his warm hand cupping my cunny. “That was beautiful, wasn’t it Sheeny?” We just stay there, him hugging me like that for a few minutes, till I stop get back to normal. “Doc, I‘m sorry I went wild on you like that on you, I just couldn‘t help it, really, it surprised me, I‘m sorry“ “Shhhhhh My Sweet, we’re lovers, remember, and lovers never have to say ’I’m sorry’.” He brings up my hand, kisses my finger tips. “I’m really glad you and I shared your orgasm, just the two of us.” He whispers “You know, Sheeny, I examine a lot of teenage girls on this table, and I have to tell you, that you are a very beautiful girl.” “Most girls your age don’t have such a well developed vagina and clitoris as you do, do you realize that?” “Is that really true Doc or are you bull shitting me?” I quip. We laughed. “No, when I spread your legs Sheeny, it‘s like opening up a beautiful pink flower.” “When I touch your vagina,” “Boy!” “I have to make an effort to keep my hand from trembling–just because you are so exciting, even tho you are only 12 year old Sheeny, you re already beautiful.”
“You’re great Doc, you know that, and I think I love you!” “And you Sheeny are a very special girl!” Then Doc leans in and kisses me. Right on the lips. I’m speechless, I just look at him, trying to blink away the tears in my eyes. He sits on the stool and we talk as I hold both his hands. “Sheeny, You don’t have to worry, there will not be any record of this, I’m putting down that you came in, had something stuck in your throat, coughed it up with no ill effects, OK?” “Hey Sweetheart” he said as I’m leaving, “Here’s a bottle of something I want you to use when you masturbate, it’s called ‘Slip‘, a lubricant, just a drop or two will work wonders.” “That bottle should last you at least a week!” I punch Doc really hard on the shoulder, then I hug him really hard, and leave.
That was four years ago, now I’m 16, at a real cute age–where I lie a lot! No, I’m really 16, and I still have problems, except now they’re boy problems. My dad and I had several long talks about my sex life, about intercourse, and using birth control. and on and on. So I ask dad “Dad, let’s be practical here, if I’m on a date, and we end up in bed making love, well I mean, it’s kind of late to think of birth control, isn’t it, especially when you never dreamed you’d wind up in bed together?”
“You have a darned good point, Honey” he admits. “Let me ask you Honey, according to your urges and hormones, how close are you to having sexual intercourse?” No smile now, I just look him right in the eye and say, “Tomorrow afternoon, 2 o’clock”. I get a good laugh out of that.
Sweetheart, then I think it’s time we had Doc Murphy give you a GYN physical. I’m OK with that, actually it sounds sort of sensuous! Three days later, I walk in Doc’s office–alone thank you, for my exam. The nurse shows me to an exam room, gives me a funny gown, asks me to undress including my panties and bra–I didn’t bring one, and put the gown on, If I had a seat on the table, the doctor would be right in. Yeah, right. Well, it was six or seven minutes later, during which I furnished the nurse with a urine sample, and answered a lot of her questions. Finally the great man himself walks in, and gives me a big hug.
“Gosh, you look beautiful Sheeny.” “Doc” I ask, shaking my head, “where do you get all your bullshit?” “I think about you Honey, and it keeps me all charged up, you know that!” “Let’s see, I have you down for a GYN .” “What bring’s this on, Sheeny?” “Doc, I’m 16 now, and I’m getting to the age when I’m likely to want to have sex. I talked it over with Dad, and we thought it would be a good idea for me to see you first.” “That’s a smart move, Honey”. “Let me take a peek at your breasts first.” “Have you felt any lumps anywhere on your breast?” “Nope” I respond. “Any unusual discharge from your nipples?” “Nope again Doc“
I finally untie the gown and throw it over my shoulder, he gives a look and shakes his head. “What?” I say. “You’re precious Sheeny!“ Doc feels my breasts, feeling every square inch. Then he sort of holds my breast and hefts it in his hand. He feels my right breast. “Say Doc, aren‘t you giving my breasts an awfully through exam?” He just gives me a big smile. Then Doc just looks at them from this angle and that, touches them again, squeezes a nipple, which is already hard. Finally Doc cocks his head at an angle, and says, “Sheeny, Do you any idea how fucking awesome your breasts are?“ “God!”
“We have get a few questions out of the way, Sheeny.” “I know the nurse has covered your medical history, but I have a few others I want to ask, OK?” “Have you have sexual intercourse–that is with his penis inside you?” “No” “OK, Have you had oral sex, where he went down on you?” “Well yes, we’ve done that already, and I’ve gone down on him ” “OK, now another truthful answer if you will, any burning when you pee, or sores, or any kind of rash around or on your genitals, unusual discharge?” “Nope. Healthy as a racehorse, Doc.” I tell him. “Let’s move on then, and let’s take a look.” This time I know what stirrups are, so it’s easier, though no less embarrassing. I look up at Doc. “Is it OK if I pretend you’re my lover?” Doc winks and says “Did you ever stop?” I don’t have a quick come-back for that.
I lie back, my legs up in the stirrups. It turn me on just to have him see me laying there like that, with my legs spread wide open! Doc leans in, I feel him touch me softly inside. Doc has no idea the wonderful circus of delights that go round and round as he touches me there. It’s hard not to jump at his touch. He looks up at me. “I don’t know how a girl as cute as you has managed to stay a virgin!” he remarks to no one in particular. “I’m faithful to you, my Love.” I reply. I can feel his finger busy doing whatever inside me. Two or three times I wiggle and gasp as he hits a one of the three million nerves. “Just be careful of my clitoris Doc” Despite my resolve, I groan with pleasure when I feel his finger slide into my vagina. Doc murmurs a soft “Behave yourself now Honey .“
Doc pushes on my tummy—-it feels like he has his finger up inside my vagina, strange feeling. “Say, Doc, is the opening in my hymen large enough that you can get your finger up in there?” “Yep, it is. It’s not unusual for a girl to continually stick tampons through there, which will gradually enlarge the opening in her hymen. In case you’re wondering Sheeny, all those stories you hear about it hurting so much when your hymen is torn are just so much bullshit. 90% of virgins feel almost no pain at all. The pain is so slight they don’t even notice it, and the level of passion is so high, it covers it, so don’t you worry about that. What we do worry about is the timing of bringing a new baby into the world. I’m going to prescribe birth control pills for you. If you faithfully take them, they are 99% effective. Nothing is 100 percent guaranteed.
Doc pulled off his rubber gloves and came over to my side. “Doc, remember the time I came to you when I lost that toy in my vagina, and you plucked it out?” “Yeah, and when you had called, I’d thought you were pregnant!” “And remember when I had an orgasm when you touched me, I was so embarrassed, but you made me feel like a grown up”. Doc, looked at me innocently, and said “I still don’t understand what happened.” “All I did was put my hand on your pubic arch, like this,” and he placed his hand over my bush, with his thumb on my clit. “And I suppose I might have wiggled my thumb a little, like this” And he gently rubs my clit as I lay there. We don’t say anything for a long full minute.
Doc just looks into my eyes as he massages my clit. It doesn’t take long for me to become excited. ”Doc“, I say “you know that feels pretty good.” “I know, I’ve thought about it, pretty often myself.” “Son-of a gun, You have?” I ask in surprise, “I thought I was the only who kept day-dreaming about it!” We both grin. “Doc—If you keep that up” I tell him in a squeaky voice, “I don’t know.” He makes no effort to stop. “Oh God Doc, I want you,” I go on in a rush, “I need you so much” “It would be wonderful for us to make love Doc, you could be my first.” “ Doc, I want your penis inside me” “I’ve been in love with you ever since I can remember.” “ Doc–I masturbate fantasying about you, about you fucking me, every night!” “I need you Doc….Please, Please.”
Doc walks over and locks the door, then turns out the lights, the only light now coming from the high window. He returns, bends over to kiss me. I wet my lips–It’s a lovers kiss, and as his lips touch mine, his tongue just naturally slides right into my mouth. I can smell his breath, sweet and fresh. It’s a long kiss, we explore, feel, confirm and accept each other as lovers. He straightens up and returns to between my legs, still up in stirrups. I feel the coolness of more K-Y jelly on my labia. Typical of Doc’s thoughtfulness.
I tremble, I actually shake, as I feel his penis touch my moist mound. Holding his erection, he rubs it up and down between the swollen lips of my labia. It’s beautiful torture, the pain is absolutely lovely! I feel the tip of his penis slip into me. It excites me, as if that were even necessary. As I lay there, at last feeling the head of his penis clasped inside my lips, I feel incredible sensations of happiness and I guess, wonderment. With the tenderness only a lover can successfully accomplish, he presses his penis into me. After a moment, his eyes never leaving mine, he continues. I feel my vagina expand as Doc gently, very slowly forces his penis fully into me as far as it will go. I guess I utter an “Umph” as he bumps into my uterus. Shivers squeal all through my body, I feel so, so filled!
I laugh. I can’t help myself. Doc looks at me strangely. “I’m sorry doc, I can’t help it, I’m so happy, with you inside me, something I‘ve wanted forever and ever, and it makes me so wonderfully happy that I have to laugh.” And at that, he laughs too.
Once I calm down, I just lay there concentrating on all the sensations as he works himself into me. The tight walls of my vagina seem to relax and expand to accommodate him. With patience and tenderness, Doc urges me to open myself to him, he whispers sweet secrets to me, tender instructions–he tells me to breath deeply, but my brain is consumed with the fact: I am being fucked! I lay my head back down. There has never in my life been anything that felt so natural as Doc and I together, and with that thought, Doc again thrusts, sliding deeply into me.
A man has completely entered me, all the way. I simply can not believe, all the dreams, the fantasies, years of them finally fulfilled. Doc is stretching the walls of my vagina, making my insides feel incredibly tight–tingling. A good feeling. How long have I waited?–years? Oh to feel the tightness and pressure of my man’s huge erect penis inside my vagina, by God, now I’m a woman! I try to clench my vaginal muscles around his penis to feel him, squeeze him. Doc waits once he is completely inside me, and from the look on his face, I know he too is trying to record this wonderful tightness, this special moment in our lives.
Doc begins to work on me again. I can feel the ridge on the head of his penis as he slowly withdraws from me, only to gently slide completely into me again, till our pubic bones knock together, It’s incredible the way his erection pushes on different parts of me–inside, I hold my breath with each thrust, until I ‘ve taken his entire length into my narrow sheath—God I’m happy! “Doc” I whisper, “Isn’t is super that your penis just fits perfectly in my vagina, it’s not too short, not too long, it’s just right!” I grin.
Doc creates a rhythm as he slides in and out of me, driving deep and hard. It brings my gasp with every deep thrust. Now I’m rising up to meet him as he comes down into me, and soon we are working together as a team. We’re both sweating now, tho we’re not a bit tired. Finally, I start trembling, and I know Doc can feel me shaking. A moan escapes– just slips out, then another, louder, more urgent. I close my eyes. That hard cock pounding into me. I can feel the muscles in my vagina ripple and contract around his big penis. I hear myself whimper, pulling in air in big gulps. I am having a heart attack in my vagina!
My body is too young, too tender for the fierce orgasm that grabs me, shakes me without mercy, involuntary my body jerks, as I cry out my love in passion. I keep trying to call to Doc as wave after wave roars over me, leaving me limp. Doc stops his thrusting and lean over me, holds me, kisses me so very tenderly, till I stop crying and whimpering, stop shivering. I lay there, feeling his fullness still inside me, in awe of the sexual electricity passing between us. I lay there completely exhausted, and groan with pleasure. “Why did you stop fucking me, Doc?” and I manage to laugh!
“You’re a devil“ he laughs, “so tight you‘re just plain wicked.“ “So, Lass You think you can tease me by squeezing me like that, well, we’ll see about that my Love!” And he starts once again those long, slow thrusts, I shake my head “No More Sweetheart”. But in and out, slowly like a machine, and I feel the stirring of sensual pleasure deep inside me. I know I can’t resist him and that magnificent penis of his. I look up at him. “Come on Lover, Fuck Me Hard!” Doc pauses. “I want it, Fuck Me Hard!” I demand.
“All right my love–If that what you want you shall have it” he says, staring straight at me. He then takes my one leg out of the stirrups and puts my heel on his shoulder, then the same with my other leg. Doc enters me again and makes a few trial thrusts. By pulling up my legs, my vagina has shortened considerably. Doc hold onto my legs and starts pumping his penis into me. I grunt as his erection hits against my uterus, then another thrust, and I grunt again, Each time he pounds into me, his penis seems to hit my uterus and slide along it until it’s stopped by something. It’s painful–it’s exciting.
Doc is really pounding into me now, I can hear him growling, snarling, I swear I can. If it weren’t for the end of the table, he would be shoving me all over the place. Death by Fucking, I think, what a way to die! I don’t give a damn, I want it hard, I want it deep, I want his seed in me I can’t see him for the tears in my eyes but I sure as hell can feel him going into me, wump-wump-wump I’m gonna die, I know it–then like the eye of a hurricane, all is quiet. Nothing moves. What? Doc is holding himself deep inside me, motionless–Gosh, I don’t think he’s breathing.
His penis is getting larger–swear to God it is, getting bigger inside me–and it s pulsing, sort of throbbing, I can feel it throbbing! Suddenly I sense a hot ‘warmth’ flooding my whole abdomen, Only when I feel something warm as it runs down the crack of my ass does it finally dawn on me. “Doc, my Love, You came inside me didn’t you?” I felt stupid, but I didn’t tell Doc, no need for that, I hadn’t actually felt him squirt his seed into me, but that didn’t matter. I just kissed and hugged and whispered little things to him. He knew I was happy by the amount of tears running down my cheeks, didn’t he?
Doc figured I was probably tired. He helped me off the table and to stand up. I was a little wobbly, but only for a minute. However, standing turned out to be a mistake, when I stood up on my own two feet, it happened. I felt a rush of warm liquid run down both legs–I mean, what a mess. Doc must have pumped a full pint of his semen into me, at least it seemed that way from all that ran out! Actually once we got cleaned up, we went over to his house, where we took a shower together. He had a hose do-hickey in his shower, and was able to wash me out pretty good. We both spent the whole evening laying on his bed naked, talking and re-living how we had so gloriously fucked, When we had exhausted all the talk about making love, we just lay there and kissed, played with each other. I know it‘s hard to believe, but then Doc fucked me again–really really good!
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He slapped around with an arm to grab more blanket but when he felt the quilt, he also felt something else, a big solid lump. What the hell? His hand roamed over the lump, up to the top then his fingers grazed across skin. Bare skin. Someone was in the bed with him. Kit rolled to the side facing the lump in his bed and poked it. The lump protested, “Uhh- “in a feminine voice.
All characters involved in sexual acts are over 18 years old. Enjoy!
This was written on a dare and originally read aloud at a party. Most of the purple prose is deliberate. I apologize in advance for the flowery language – and the comparisons of certain parts of anatomy to flowers. I also apologize for anyone who walks away from this with a dinosaur fetish. As usual, I don’t care if your comments are “constructive” or not.
Makeup sex with Leah
The Mom Incident
It started as a normal day for Ginger, her husband went to work and her son was off to school. The house work was always there and she wasn’t in the mood to clean today. Perhaps a visit to the new lingerie boutique at the mall was what she needed.
Upon arrival at the store she was amazed at the cost of there merchandise, my god she thought $95 for one outfit. It might be worth it as Russell her husband was more interested in golf these days then her.
Ginger was short five foot tall, around 145 lbs which had settled in her tits which were 36D’s and her ass. She had red hair, a great smile and as she had heard Russell’s friends say breeder hips. She enjoyed sex and not having any in six months was getting frustrating. Perhaps this outfit would spice her life up. After her purchase she stopped for a cup of coffee where the server tried to hit on her. Although she felt flattered he couldn’t have been more then 17 or 18, slightly older then her son.
He continued to make conversation and she noticed a slight bulge in his pants. Well at least he enjoys looking at me was her first thought. As she got up to leave he handed her a note which read, my name is Albert and a phone number. Smiling coyly at him she tucked the not in her bag, gave him a generous tip and headed for her car.
Once in the car she looked at the note. I should call him what harm can it do she thought, besides he liked looking at my tits. Dialing the number it rang three times before he answered with “Al here who is this”? Taking a deep breath she replied, “Hi I’m Ginger you gave me your number remember”? Al was shocked this was great, “Hi Ginger how are you”? “I’m fine, why did give me your name and number”? Al took a few seconds before answering. “How else can we go out if we don’t have each others phone numbers and names”? Go out with a 18 year old, Ginger what the hell are you thinking girl. “Well before we get ahead of our selves perhaps you can tell me a little about yourself”.
For the entire drive home he told her about how he had just quit school and wanted to become a musician. He took any job he could find where he worked during the day so he could work on his music at night. He explained he played best when he smoked pot, but only did it on an occasional base. He hadn’t had a girl friend in about a year and was looking for a date.
Ginger asked “Don’t you think I’m a little old for you”? Al laughed, “No way what are you thirty two or three”? This was a great compliment as she was going to be forty four on her birthday. She decided to lie and responded with “You guessed it thirty two”. She told him she was married but things weren’t going great and she needed outside interests. Al asked her what outfit she had bought at the boutique. Without any hesitation she replies, “Yellow bra and panties with black garter belt and stockings, and six inch heels”. “Wow I would sure like to see them on you”. She was giggling and coyly “Whispered perhaps someday.
They chatted for another few minutes, at that point Al asked her to come over to his place Friday night. “I’ll have to get back to you on that”. They both said good by and hung up.
It would be nice to go out on a date with a young guy she thought they have unbelievable stamina. How would I pull it off? From that point forward they talked at least twice a day. They became comfortable with each other and discussed getting together often. If only she could? The next two weeks went by with no opportunity for her to get away. Wednesday afternoon fate stepped in. She was cleaning when the phone rang it was Russell. “Hi honey, what’s up”? “Ginger they just asked me to go to our London office”. “Oh really, when”? “They want me to leave Friday, for the rest of the month to work on the Galaxo merger”. “Well we’ll talk about it tonight”. They hung up and she thought well now Al and I may be able to get together.
Thursday evening Russell packed for the long flight Friday and left at his usual time Friday morning. Her son Terry and her sat at the kitchen table discussing the trip and perhaps they would go over for a long weekend in a few weeks. Terry seemed up for the trip. Once he was gone she called Al. She explained they might be able to get together if wanted to. His delight was overwhelming he was so excited he could hardly contain himself. When, what time, what day, finally she cut him off and explained she would call later with the details. Before they hung up he asked “Any chance you can wear the outfit you bought at the boutique for me”? Her reply was “We’ll see”.
Terry got home from school at around two and was on the phone in his room for about twenty minutes before he came down stairs. “Mom, can I go with Stan’s family to there cabin tonight”? Well this was perfect both of them would be out for the weekend. “Sure honey, are they going to pick you up or do I have to drive you over”? “No they’ll be picking me up, his dad wants to get an early start to beat the weekend traffic”. “They’ll be here in about an hour”. “Ok go pack your stuff”.
No sooner had Terry left the house then she called Al. “Hi Al, I was wondering about getting together tonight, does that work for you”? “Sure does except my guitar player and I are putting the final touches on a new number we’ve been working on”. “Why not come over and listen to us”? “Afterwards we can get pizza”.
“Ok give me your address”. The next several hours she fixed herself and kept looking at the outfit. Oh hell put it on it makes you feel sexy so why not. Besides it’s not like your going to fuck him. Taking great pain to look her best she was ready to leave by 6:30.
Once in the car she called him and they chatted until she pulled up at his apartment. Parking the car she entered the building. She started looking for unit number 330. The unit was on the third floor at the end of the hall. Taking a deep breath she knocked and the door opened. Al stood there in boxer shorts and nothing else. “Hi Ginger”. He bent over and kissed her. “Come in, this is Frank”. The two exchanged hellos, “Ginger please sit down”. “You really look great”. “Thank you”. They were working on this particular part of a song and just weren’t getting it right.
Al went to the kitchen and brought back three large joints and beers, “We need to chill out for a while before we can get back to the piece”. Before she realized it they lit up. All three were smoking and talking about the music. Soon the pot was taking an effect as she was feeling very mellow and very horny.
Al told Frank about Gingers visit to the boutique, “Have you seen the outfit she bought”? “No” replied Al. “I sure would like to”. Ginger giggled the guys got up and came over and sat next to her on the sofa. Al leaned into her and kissed her full on the mouth, there tongues inter locked. Frank was messaging her left breast and her nipples were rock hard. Al removed his tongue and Frank put his tongue down her throat while Al messaged her right breast. She felt a warm wetness between her legs, this feels wonderful was her thought. This continued for at least ten minutes she was wet, hot and horny. Finally they all came up for air, Ginger was breathing very heavily as Al spoke. “Ginger did you bring the outfit”? Smiling coyly she stood up and asked, “Bathroom please”. As she headed for the bathroom she realized both guys had huge hard ons.
She entered the bathroom and looked in the mirror, girl these guys are as horny as you are. They seem to have good size cocks and you did wear the outfit. She kept asking herself if I go out there in this outfit they will realize I’m in the mood. What should I do? I hope they have rubbers. Finally she made a decision five minutes later she emerged from the bathroom. Both guys gave her a big smile. Frank spoke first,” Ginger come sit here between us”. “Ok but do you like my look”? From the looks of the bulges she didn’t need an answer. She sat between them.
Frank kissed her breast and immediately starting rubbing her clit through her panties. She spread her legs so he could get easy access. Al unhook her bra and it fell to the floor, her nipples were rock hard and her breathing had quicken as she felt a wave starting to sweep over her. She moaned, grabbed Franks hand as she started to spasm with delight. Frank looked into her eyes, “Let’s go to the bedroom”. The three of them got up and went in the room. Frank kissed her passionately on the mouth “Ginger please take off your panties”? Hooking the waistband of the flimsy material she wiggled her hips and down they came. Before leaving the house she had trimmed her bush so it was nicely cropped. “You are beautiful”, said Frank. Ginger looked into his eyes, “Honey fuck me”. Frank laid her on the bed and she spread wide as he got between her legs. He rubbed his cock head up and down her wet pussy several time and then gently slipped the head in. She felt a slight pressure then he was in. He had a large cock, bigger then her husband. “Go slow baby, I need to get use to that big cock of yours”. He worked up and down slowly but continued to push deeper and deeper until he felt the bottom of her pussy. “Ugh oh” was all they heard from her as he was now balls deep and his pumping had quicken. Grabbing his shoulder and pulling him close she whispered, ”Baby shoot a big load deep in me please”. She just kept moaning until the wave of passion overtook her and she climaxed violently screaming with pleasure.
Frank exploded deep in her and it felt wonderful, hot cum was being pumped deep into her womb. They both lay there waiting for there breath to slow down.
Frank moved off and Al got between her legs, her pussy was leaking cum so his cock slipped right in with no trouble he went balls deep. “Honey you feel great pump slowly so we can enjoy it”. Al rhythm was slow at first the started to quicken. Her pussy was milking his cock, he pushed deeper, and she felt him stiffen and cum exploded out of his cock, hot cum once again flooding her womb. This caused another orgasm for her and she screamed and moaned with pleasure.
Al rolled off, she was really leaking cum. “Honey give me my panties so I don’t dribble all over the bed” Frank handed them to her and she pulled them on. “At least the cum will stay where you guys put it she said with a laugh”.
“Ginger you have one tight pussy it was great”. “Thank you Frank, your cock is really great”. “Both your cocks are really great”. “Right now my pussy isn’t as tight as it was as its very wet”. They all just sat there with big smiles. Ginger knew she needed that. “Ginger”? “Yes Frank” “How about a blow job”? “Well I suppose so on one condition”. “Which is” “You both fuck me again”.
“You’ve got a deal”.
Ginger got on her knees, she took Franks cock and kissed the head, swirled her tongue around it and took it deep in her mouth. It had been a long time since anyone had asked her for a blow job and she was going to do her best. She sucked it deeply while messaging his nut sack. She kept up a slow motion of in and out while her tongue swirled around the head. She felt a warm feeling between her legs, another orgasm was coming. He pace quicken, she sucked the cock as deep as she could, he grabbed her head and held it in place as he shot spurt after spurt in her mouth. She swallowed once and pulled her head back so the remaining cum filled her mouth. His dick went lips, looking up in his eyes she opened her mouth to show him the load, closed her lips and swallowed.
Al and Frank both smiled you like cum don’t you“? Her response was “I sure do, Al baby would you like a blow job”? Al was on his feet with his cock in her mouth instantly.
She sucked Al’s cock just as she had Franks and as his cum filled her mouth she had yet another orgasm. She thought she saw stars.
They sat on the bed looking at each other; all Ginger could think about was I hope they can fuck me again. After about two hours of talking, Frank looked at her rolled on his back and said “Baby get on my dick”. “I thought you’d never ask, she said with a laugh”. She pulled her panties down and impaled herself on the rock hard cock. She was working it in and out, it felt wonderful as cum was still leaking out of her. Feeling pressure on her rectum she realized Al was going to butt fuck her. His cock was lubed up really well and it slipped in quite easily. She started crying as his cock went balls deep into her ass. Now she realized the cock heads were touching each other only being separated by a sheer membrane. It hurt but felt great at the same time. They work up a rhythm she started moaning and crying at the same time. Al came first and she felt her ass being flooded with hot cum, the feeling caused Frank to cum and her pussy was rewarded with another sperm bath. Which cause her to orgasm yet again really hard?
As there cocks plopped out she looked like a well fucked women and they all laughed at the comment. She told them “I’ve never been double fucked in my life much less had my ass fucked”. Al smiled at her “So what do you think” “Well I might be walking a little funny but I could get use to it if I practice a lot”.
They all lay there together and dozed off. When she woke up it had to be six thirty in the morning. Opening her eyes she realized the time. “Oh shit I’m screwed”, she sprang out of bed grabbed her clothes and was almost dressed before either guy was wide awake.
“Guys I’ve got to go, I’ll call you later” she was out the door and in her car in two minutes. The entire drive home she kept reviewing the events of the previous evening. My butt is sore as hell and my pussy feels almost the same but I feel great, at least well fucked she thought. I didn’t brush my teeth I can still taste there cum, in my mouth I’m such a whore, and she laughed. Once home she checked the answering machine, well no messages. Then a shower clean clothes and coffee.
She called Al and thanked him for a wonderful time. They joked about her walking and she told him yes in fact she was walking funny but could get very use to the feeling if he and Frank wouldn’t mind practicing with her. Al told her both guys were very willing to practice all she wanted. “I’ll call you Sunday sweetie and she hung up.
Sunday Terry came home and after a snack went to his room. She heard him on the phone but couldn’t hear who he was talking to. Since she needed a few things she called to Terry she was going out did he need anything and since he yelled back no she went out.
It took longer then she expected and didn’t get home for almost two hours. After putting the groceries away she headed up stairs, Terry’s door was closed but she heard voices. Knocking she opening the door her mouth fell open. Terry was on his bed watching his computer screen naked with his cock rock hard in hand. Sitting in the chairs were Al and Frank. They had rock hard cocks in hand too.
Terry smiles, “Mom you’re a porn queen”. “I am”? “Sure are we’ve watched the video twice already”. “They were videoing me”? Al and Frank stood up walked over to her and started taking her clothes off. Frank smiled, “Were going to do some practicing”. Hesitating she said ”My sons in the room”. Frank spoke “He wants that pussy and ass too”. “Really you do Terry”? As her bra feel to the floor she looked at her son, then her panties were slide down. They moved her to the bed where Al laid down cock straight up. Coyly she asked “For me”? “Sure is Ginger”. As she lowered herself onto the stiff cock Terry said “Mom I want a blow job like you gave the guys Friday, ok”? Since Terry’s cock was already in her mouth all she could do was grunt yes.
The three cocks worked slowly at first then gradually started to quicken the pace. Her sons cock twitched, he grabbed her by the head pushed his cock deep down her throat and blew a large spurt of cum down her throat. Pushing him back so the head was still in her mouth she continued to suck as spurt after spurt filled her mouth. He spurted six times before it stopped. His dick plopped out and she showed him the generous load of cum in her mouth then closed her lips and swallowed. The other two cocks were working her to a feverous pace and the fire between her legs burst like a dam. The orgasm was wondrous and a moment later her bowels were rewarded with a generous load of hot sticky cum. Thirty seconds later her hips were pulled deep on the cock and her pussy received a deep sperm shower.
The three lay there letting there breathing return to normal. Terry looks at her “Mom, the guys will be staying with us until dad gets home”. “In the next few weeks you will be practiced with every day at least twice”. “Unless you have to go out all you need to wear are panties in the house”. “Oh”? “We really like your tits bouncing around” Al chimed up with “The big wet stains in the front and back of your panties look really sexy too”. She smiled “I could not do it without you guys, but this must be our secret, right”? “Ginger got up and headed for the shower, how do I get myself into these things? Later we must discuss condoms. All they want me in is panties, guess I have to go shopping soon.
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