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Christine – Pt.2

It’s been two weeks since we had that afternoon interlude and Susan has called, faxed, emailed or voice mailed me every day with sexual suggestions and innuendoes. So far I’ve resisted the urge to give in to her suggestions. Don’t get me wrong; she was incredible. I’ve never met anyone with a sexual appetite such as hers. It’s just that I have been more than satisfied as of late.
Christine and I sat down that same evening and talked about what had happened. She was both amazed and taken aback by Susan’s directions. “I really had no idea that’s what Ms. Williams wanted to do,” she said, “but I couldn’t stop myself once I got started. I mean, I was so turned on, and you seemed to approve of what was going down, so I just went with it.”
I told her I felt the same way; I was so turned on I couldn’t stop, and I really didn’t have a problem with anything that was done. “You have developed into such a beautiful, sensual woman that I found it difficult to stop what you were doing,” I told her. “I have to admit, you have exhibited an entirely new – and quite alluring – side to yourself.” I smiled and kissed the top of her head.
Christine took my hand and placed it over her heart. “The trouble I’m having now,” she said, “is trying to stop my feelings about doing it again. I mean, you were incredible. All the way home I was thinking about taking you in my mouth and getting you off again.” She even blushed as she said it. I felt her nipple grow hard under my hand and, at the same time, realized I was getting a hard-on all over again. “Would it be such a bad thing to keep going?” she asked.
“No,” I told her, “it wouldn’t. But it’s something we have to keep very private. Other people wouldn’t understand it.”
“Not even my friends?” she asked.
“I doubt they would understand. They’ve probably been taught that this sort of sexual conduct is a bad thing.”
Christine knelt down in front of me and began to stroke my rod through my pants. “I might have a surprise or two on that matter,” she said, opening my pants and taking my cock in her hand. And, with that idea, she sucked me until I came down her throat.
Over the next two days Christine took every opportunity to explore our new sexual relationship. She took to removing her clothing when she was around the house and masturbating several times a day while I watched. Sometimes I would masturbate with her; sometimes she would suck me off. I ate her lovely, juicy young pussy for the first time and brought her to a huge climax with both my tongue and my fingers. And both nights she would come into my bedroom before retiring and suck on my cock until I came either down her throat or in her hands.
On Monday Christine went back to school and I went back to my office. I got done early and decided to head home. The house was so quiet and peaceful I decided to just kick back and relax for a while, so I stripped down and laid back on our couch. I couldn’t help but think about the last time I’d been naked on a couch. I’d had Susan at one end and Christine at the other. The mere thought of that afternoon got me hard, so I closed my eyes and slowly stroked my cock into a huge hard-on.
I dozed off that way. One moment I was thinking about Susan and Christine, and the next I was looking up into Christine’s lovely young face, smiling at me. I felt her hand slide over my tool. “Hey there,” she said, “you must have known we were coming over today.” It didn’t register at first, but when I finally realized she’d said, “we,” I looked past her to see another young woman standing at the foot of the couch. Her eyes were trained on Christine’s hand slowly stroking my cock into life.
“This is Jenny,” she said. “We’ve talked about what you and I do and she’s really interested in it.” I smiled at Jenny, not knowing quite what to say. Christine’s hand tightened around my stiffening cock and her strokes took on more urgency. “She really wants it, Daddy. Do you mind?”
I shook my head, letting my little head take over my thinking.
Christine told Jenny to get undressed and she moved her face down to my cock. As Jenny slowly peeled off her tank top, bra, skirt and panties, Christine began to give me head. By now she knew exactly what to do to get me really hard, and by the time Jenny came over to the couch I was rock hard and throbbing. Jenny’s naked body only made my balls ache even more; her firm young tits must have been nothing less than a 36D, and her pussy was trimmed down to a thin strip running up from her delta. She had slim hips, firm thighs, and a trim body – all the things a man loves to admire. Christine brought her down on her knees and offered her my cock. “Start slowly,” she told her, “with just the head, and then work your way down his shaft. Up and down. Don’t try to take it all in at once. Just relax and enjoy the feeling. And keep in mind the really sensitive areas, and pay attention to them.”
Jenny caught on like a pro. I watched the head of my cock disappear into her mouth, felt her cheek muscles tighten around it, and then felt her tongue swirl around the rim. It was heavenly. As she began to slowly slide up and down my rod Christine moved around behind her and began to stroke her pussy with her hand. Jenny must have really liked that, and she began to pump my shaft with her hand as she sucked my head. At one point I figured Christine has pumped her fingers into Jenny’s cunt, because she stiffened, moaned lightly, and then went back down with renewed energy. I saw Christine begin to piston her hand in and out of Jenny’s twat and Jenny stopped sucking me off. “Oh, shit,” she moaned, “that’s so good. Oh, God, that’s so good.”
“You want his cock?” Christine asked her.
“I want his cock fucking me,” Jenny replied, breathing harder.
Christine didn’t stop finger-fucking her, but she brought me around behind her. She took my cock and guided it into her tight, wet cunt. “Just start slowly,” she whispered to me, “but then ream her really good. She’s had dildos inside her before, so she’s ready for you.” I began to slowly slide in and out of her pussy, loving the tightness around my tool, and Christine sat down on the couch with Jenny’s face between her thighs. She took Jenny’s face and guided it to her pussy. “Just like you did before, baby,” she whispered to Jenny, “eat me like that.”
Jenny bore down on Christine’s clit and fuck hole with her tongue. “Harder now, Daddy,” Christine told me, smiling, “fuck her harder now. Pound it into her. Really fuck her hard now.” She had this mischievous look on her face that told me the harder I fucked Jenny, the harder Jenny would suck her pussy. I smiled back at her, slid nearly all the way out of Jenny’s twat, and then rammed my cock home. Christine stiffened, smiled, and then looked at me. I began to pound Jenny’s pussy as hard as I could, sliding all the way out until just the tip of my cock was against her opening, and then reaming her hole until my balls pounded her vulva. Jenny withstood about a dozen of these before she gasped, clenched down around my cock buried deep inside her, and climaxed hard.
I was amazed at how wet she got. When I withdrew from her my cock and balls were literally dripping with her cum. Christine sat me down on the couch and Jenny immediately started sucking my cock. Christine went around behind Jenny, laid down underneath her hips, and brought her soaked pussy down to her face. I got to watch and feel Jenny’s mouth sliding up and down my throbbing tool while Christine stroked herself and cleaned up Jenny’s pussy. In a matter of minutes I felt that familiar rush to my groin. “I’m going to cum,” I moaned, “I need to let go.” As if on cue, Jenny bore down on my tool even harder. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and pumped it fast and hard as she sucked the top third of my cock. At the moment of climax I grabbed either side of Jenny’s face, held her head very still, and shot a huge load into her mouth. At first she gagged a bit, but to her credit she never lost a drop. She ate every bit of my cum and then went back for more. By the time she was finished she had taken two loads from my balls and licked me clean. And, in between, she climaxed, again, in Christine’s face.
Every afternoon that week Jenny dropped by our house either after school or in the evening and we enjoyed our threesome. Jenny always wanted me to fuck her from behind so she could have Christine’s pussy in her face, and Christine loved finishing off my cock while Jenny ate her. On Saturday we were planning to have Jenny spend the night when Christine came up with an alternative idea. “There’s this other friend of ours who is really looking for a group thing,” she said. “Would you have any problems if I invited her to spend the night as well?”
“Don’t you think this might get out of hand?” I asked her.
She thought about it and shook her head. “No,” she said, “as long as we keep it just between the three of us and you. I can’t really think of anyone else who would be interested – aside from Ms. Williams, of course.” We both laughed at that; we could both imagine Susan Williams spending the night with three high school girls and a man. “She’d be having one orgasm after another,” Christine laughed.
Saturday evening Christine went out with her two friends and they got home at around 11pm. I stayed home and watched some television in my boxers and a t-shirt. When they arrived I was lounging on my bed. Christine brought both girls upstairs. “Dad,” she said, “you know Jenny. This is Stacy. Stacy, this is my Dad.”
Stacy shyly smiled and waved. She was about the same height as my daughter, with curly red hair, a long, narrow waist, slim hips, and tits the size of tennis balls. The three of them made for an interesting contrast in female development. The three of them standing together also made my dick stir in my boxers. “So,” I asked nonchalantly, “what’s up for the evening? TV? A movie?”
Christine looked at the two other girls, nodded, and then at me. “We kind of – um, borrowed – this movie from Stacy’s house,” she said, holding out a VHS cassette, “and we thought about watching it here. If you don’t mind, of course.”
“Plug it in,” I told her. “We can watch it up here if you like.”
Christine looked at the other two and they silently agreed. She put the tape into the VCR and turned it on. The title came on to the screen – The Camp-Out – and then the credits. The film looked homemade, at best. I realized right away, of course, that the girls had – borrowed – one of Stacy’s father’s porn flicks. This could be interesting, I thought. The story started out with a young woman and her boyfriend at her parent’s house, making out. Things progressed quickly to her boyfriend getting a blow job, and then to the sex. I watched Stacy as the film got hotter; she blushed at first, but then let her hand creep down between her legs. Christine had her own leg up and her hand between her thighs and was stroking along nicely, and Jenny was playing with her own nipples. I sat back on the bed with my head against the pillows and lazily massaged my dick through my boxers. When Stacy looked over and saw what I was doing, and how hard I was getting, she blushed and looked away. But she didn’t look away very long. Her eyes turned back to me and she licked her lips. I slowly pushed my boxers down under my balls, exposing my hard, thick cock to her, and she smiled. I started stroking my shaft and Stacy edged over. She took my cock in her hand, felt how hard I was, and then slowly took it into her mouth. While she sucked me I reached down and massaged her young tits through her t-shirt.
Jenny noticed what we were doing and she nudged Christine. Christine smiled at me and began to take her clothes off. Jenny followed suit, and soon the two of them were completely naked. When Stacy looked up she saw Christine kneeling over my cock, edging in for her turn. Stacy relinquished her position and took her own clothes off. Her pussy was covered in short red hair. I motioned for her to climb on to my face, and when she lowered her pussy down to my lips I found a thick, hard clit waiting for my tongue. I took it into my mouth and sucked it gently. With Christine’s mouth doing circles around my cock head, I licked and sucked Stacy’s knob until she was breathing hard. I slipped my thumb up her cunt from behind and she rode my face and finger until she began to climax.
Just as Stacy jerked and jolted on my face, Christine grabbed hold of my cock, squeezed, and moaned loudly, “Oh, fuck, yes! Yes!” I turned my head (as much as I could) and saw Jenny’s legs splayed out across the bed behind Christine. I figured Jenny was getting her face wet with Christine’s cum right about the same time I was getting Stacy’s. I thought it was about time to do a bit of directing.
“Jenny,” I said, “come up here and lay back on the bed. Christine, I want you to ride her face. Stacy, come down here and kneel between Jenny’s thighs.” When the girls were all in position, I slid up behind Stacy’s ass and slowly started to ease my cock into her cunt. I gently pushed her face down between Jenny’s thighs and guided her to her pussy. “Lick her,” I said, “and get her clit hard. And she loves it when you ram your fingers up her cunt really hard.” Christine looked back at me, smiled, and then closed her eyes as Jenny continued her assault on Christine’s pussy. As I began to rock slowly in and out I could hear lovely slurping and sucking noises coming from the girls. I reached out and massaged Christine’s back lightly. She took my hands and placed them across her breasts. Her nipples were like two small pebbles. I gently rolled them around and pulled them. Meanwhile, I thrust my cock harder and harder into Stacy’s tight young pussy. It only took a few minutes for her to work up to another orgasm. She began to moan first, then louder, until she started shaking and thrusting her ass back against me every time I pushed in. Finally, she yelled out once and climaxed hard and long. I rolled her to her side and slipped up between Jenny’s thighs.
Taking Jenny’s long, lean legs and wrapping them around my hips, I entered her and started fucking her with long, measured strokes. I held her ass cheeks in my hands and pumped her as hard as I could manage. Each time I pumped her twat I heard Christine gasp as Jenny sucked her pussy with renewed effort. I thrust into her tender pussy and reamed her as hard as I had the first time I fucked her. My balls slammed against her ass and I felt her juices beginning to wash down my sac. Then I felt her tighten up, clamp down around my shaft, and I knew she was about to cum. I slid all the way out and slammed my throbbing tool into her again. As she climaxed I ground my cock deep inside her and flexed it causing her to jerk and twist with a second orgasm.
I took Christine’s hips and brought them back towards me. “I want you to clean Jenny’s pussy up with your tongue,” I told her, bending her over. I took her sweet little ass in my hands, spread her legs apart, and slowly entered her cunt from behind. It was the first time I’d ever fucked Christine, but I could tell she’d had toys bigger than me inside her before. She took my cock and tightened her pussy muscles around it. It was perfect. My cock slid in and out of her with perfect ease, and each time I drove into her she pushed back against me to take my full length. Jenny, meanwhile, was writhing under Christine’s tongue and came again in mere moments. Without a word, Christine moved over and slipped up between Stacy’s thighs. I kept sliding slowly in and out of her, relishing each sensation. Just as Christine had Stacy moaning she turned her head to me.
“Do me in the ass,” she whispered, “just like you did Susan.”
“It’s going to hurt,” I told her. “The first time always hurts.”
She smiled at me. “I’ve been practicing,” she said, “with a dildo. I can take you.” She eased her hips away, drawing my cock out of her, and lowered her hips until the tip of my cock pressed her anus. “Butt fuck me until you cum,” she said. “I want your cum up my ass. Please.”
I pressed the head of my cock into her anus. She was tight – very tight – but in a moment she relaxed and I found the way in easier. I was so well lubricated from Jenny’s and Christine’s juices that my cock simply slid all the way in. Christine let out a huge groan, arched her back, and pressed back against me. “Oh, shit,” she moaned, “it’s so big. It’s so good. Fuck me hard now, Daddy, fuck me hard.” I began to ease in and out of her ass, but she wanted more. “Slam my ass, Daddy, fuck me really hard.” She dove back between Stacy’s thighs and I started to ream her ass. I took her cheeks in my hands and spread them wide. Jenny came over and began to massage Christine’s clit and fuck hole with her hand. I even felt her fingers slip up inside her cunt as I rammed my tool home time after time.
Christine took Stacy’s thighs and picked them up. She bent Stacy’s legs up over her head, exposing her tender cunt to a direct assault with her tongue. I watched as she tongue fucked her over and over again, diving deep inside and then sucking her exposed clit, and then ramming her tongue back inside again. In between penetrations she would grunt and moan with the rhythm of my motion. My cock ached for release; my balls were so full and ready to explode that I had to slow down.
“No, don’t slow down,” Christine groaned, “give it to me. Fill my ass with your cum. Fuck my ass hard now, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I felt Jenny’s fingers drive deep into Christine’s cunt and I climaxed deep in her ass. I held my cock inside her for a moment, slipped out, and then drove into her again, releasing another load of cum into her ass. At that moment I felt her ass tighten around me and she climaxed. Stacy, too, yelled loudly and came in her face.
The four of us laid there on my bed for a while, panting and breathing heavily and generally trying to recover. Stacy kept muttering over and over again, “Oh my God, oh my God,” and Jenny just smiled at me. Christine was the first one up. She left the room, and then returned a few minutes later with a pitcher of ice water and glasses. It was appreciated by all.
Sometime during the night I awoke to a hand massaging my chest. When I was able to focus I found Stacy lying next to me. She smiled at me, I smiled back, and then she slowly moved down my body, kissing her way down to my crotch, where she proceeded to suck my dick. She sucked me until I was rock hard – again – and then came back up and straddled my hips. “Fuck me slowly,” she said, “until you’re ready to cum. And then I want to suck you off.” She rode me until she climaxed, and then laid down next to me and took me back into her mouth. She sucked and pumped my cock until I was ready to explode.
“I’m going to cum, Stacy,” I whispered, “I’ve got to let go.”
She began to pump my cock with her hand even harder and sucked the head until I pumped out a thick wad of cum into her mouth. She took it all and went back down on me until I spewed out a second load. Then she slid up my body and kissed me, her salty tongue sharing my load with me. And then she left. She was up and out of my bed just like that.
That was last weekend. Today I got home from work and found Christine and Stacy together in Christine’s room. They were naked, on the bed, in a 69 position. I watched for a few minutes as Christine slowly licked Stacy’s hard clit and tongue-fucked her. Stacy, in return, was sucking Christine’s clit and fucking her with a huge dildo with an anal probe on it. When they saw me they smiled and went back to their sexual activity. Jenny just called to ask if the girls were over here, and I told her they were. She said she was actually looking forward to seeing me, that she’d been sitting at home, masturbating and thinking about having my cock inside her, and that she’d be right over.
I’m getting hard just thinking about it.

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Friday night alone for Rachel part 2

Previously: Rachel had been enjoying a night at home with her favorite vibrator when she receives a surprise gentleman caller. . .
Rachel (narrator): 22 yo white, plump/ curvy virgin. Cute face with blue eyes and long brown hair.
For a moment, I could do nothing but stare at him with wide eyes. Was there really a strange man standing in my living room? Maybe I was still uber-high from the pot that I smoked earlier and I was hallucinating. He was about ten feet away from me on the couch and was standing in between me and both the front door and the stairs. I took in his appearance: He was white and tall (about six feet) with dark brown hair. He was dressed in jeans and a dark tshirt and was standing with one hand behind his back while he was staring me down with his dark eyes. He was a large, overweight man. He had a receding hairline and hairy arms. You could tell that he had a strong bone structure under his round cheeks that held a couple days’ worth of stubble. Had I seen him somewhere like the mall or a grocery store, I’m sure I would have not taken any notice of him. Standing in my living room, however, was another story.
After what felt like an hour but was probably only a few seconds, the hand not behind his back moved. He put his finger up to his mouth and made a soft “Shh” noise. That shocked me out of my stupor. I leapt off of the couch and ran to the other side of the room. I frantically searched the room, looking for something that I could use for a weapon. He was still standing between me and my two means of escape. Seeing that, he started slowly approaching me. I, unwittingly, backed up until I was in the corner of my living room. When the skin of my back hit the wall, I remembered that the only clothing I had on was my lady-cum-soaked blue cotton panties. Not bothering to cover myself (because, really, what was the point now?), my eyes began darting all over the room. Why don’t I own a vase?! That’s what they always happen to have as a handy make-shift weapon in the movies!
Fear began to set in as I realized that I was most likely fucked, in more ways than one. This guy wasn’t here to borrow some milk. He was only a few feet away and was still making the soft “Shh” sound. I whimpered. From this distance, I could see that his mouth was curving into a smile. However, I wasn’t just going to give in without trying to save myself. I faked like I was trying to slip by him on his left and then dodged for the right. I managed to run past him a few steps before I felt him grab my arm and bring both of us to the floor.
I remembered my voice then and screamed as loud as I could. “NOO! NO! SOMEBODY HELP!” He slapped my face hard enough to daze me. I was distracted and he was able to grab my other arm. He now held both of my arms by the wrists behind my back as I was laying on my stomach. I began struggling my nearly naked body now and resumed my shouting, begging for anyone to help me. What once seemed like a good idea (to live in an end unit apartment that doesn’t have any neighbors so no one would smell me smoking), now felt like it would be my undoing. Holding both of my wrists behind my back with one hand, he used his other to spank my right ass check hard five times and said roughly, “Be quiet.” He then moved on top of me so that he could hold me down with his body. When I felt his hard cock digging into the small of my back, I screamed harder. Oh, so you want to make me do what you say by hurting me? Well, you’re going to have to hit me a lot harder than that! I know what you want, and I would rather DIE than give it to you!
I drew in a deep breath, prepared to give the loudest shout I could, but I was too late. I found out what he had been hiding behind his back: duct tape. I saw him rip off a strip out of the corner of my eye, and, before I could release my scream, the tape was over my mouth. Seeing me as being sufficiently gagged, he moved off of me while maintaining his hold on my arms. I continued trying to shout and struggle, but I was extremely muffled behind the gag and with his grip on my wrists, there wasn’t a lot I could do. I could feel him moving behind me, but I couldn’t see what he was doing. Then I felt him tape my wrists together. Feeling my wrists bound switched me from being desperate to get away to being in full-out survival mode. I could feel the carpet burning the skin of my breasts and stomach as I moved. There was no doubt in my mind that he was going to try to rape me. Then what? Would he just slip back out whatever way he came in? He had already shown that he didn’t have a probably slapping me around. Would he just kill me when he was through with me?
I fought with everything I had, then, kicking out my feet, shaking my shoulders and hips, trying to roll away from him. Anything that would get me out of the situation. He simply grabbed my wrists and lifted them up behind my back. I tried to arch my back and follow the movement, but I eventually had to stop moving or risk him dislocating my shoulders. He held my wrists with one hand and used the other to caress my back, as if he was trying to soothe me. I could feel how rough and calloused his hands were, how fat his fingers were.
“Shh, Baby Girl. You don’t want to hurt yourself, now, “ he said. “You want to be a good girl for Daddy, don’t you?”
When I didn’t answer, he lifted my wrists slightly as he hand strayed from my back down to pinch me on the ass cheek that he had spanked earlier. He pinched hard enough that I cried out into the tape.
“Don’t you?” he asked again, with a hard edge to his voice.
“Answer your Daddy!” He had squeezed even harder on my ass, and I nodded my head frantically.
I felt completely defeated. The thought of this disgusting stranger touching any part of me made me want to vomit. I would rather him just kill me than rape me and take my virginity. But, in just a few moments, he had me bound and gagged. He must be hiding some huge fucking muscles under that fat, because trying to defend myself against him was like trying to fight off the Hulk. Was it worth it to keep fighting? It was obvious that he was going to have me no matter what. I was no match for him, and I didn’t particularly want to push him to the point that he beats the shit out of me BEFORE he rapes me and possibly kills me. My eyes began to tear up as I realized how overpowered I was. The only real choice I had was to let him do what he wanted and pray that he left afterwards.
I quietly cried behind my gag as he, accepting my answer and sensing my new co-operative attitude, lowered my arms and continued to stroke my back.
“That’s Daddy’s Good Girl. That’s Daddy’s Good Baby Girl,” he cooed at me.What was with all of the “Daddy” and “Baby Girl” talk? It freaked me out. Oh my god, what the fuck is this guy into? It didn’t matter now. I was resigned and he knew it. I felt disgusted with him and disgusted with myself for giving in. His hands left me and he stood up. I took a few deep breaths through my nose, trying to calm down and stop my crying.
Suddenly, he lifted me up and hoisted my mostly nude body over his shoulder, continuing his creepy “Daddy’s Girl” encouragement. He left the living room and started up the stairs. When he headed directly for the bedroom, I whimpered but didn’t struggle, having learned my lesson. He moved with surety, and that scared me. Had he been watching me? For how long? He entered the bedroom and gently lay me down on the bed. He just stood there looking down at me for a few moments, and I squirmed under his gaze.
“Look at how beautiful Baby Girl is. Soo pretty. Let me feel how soft my baby is,” he said as he cupped my cheek and then let his hand trail down my neck, pause to gently cup my breast and rub his thumb in circles a few times around my nipple, continue down my torso, stopping at to rub my stomach like a cat. I hate when anyone touches me there, being really self-conscious about my belly. Having him touch me there with his rough hands made me feel sick. I tried to shift away from his hands. Wrong move.
He slapped my thigh hard, making me yelp. He glared down darkly. “That was very bad, Baby Girl. I know you know better than that. Daddy told you to let him feel his baby’s skin. You need to be reminded of how to be a good little girl for your Daddy.”
He grabbed me by the hips and roughly flipped me over onto my stomach on the bed. He got a fistful of the fabric of my panties and ripped them off cleanly. I cried out behind the gag, my tears returning. I started begging him to just leave, to not hurt me, but it was all muffled. When he sat on the bed and started pulling me close, I panicked and began struggling again, anything to stay away from him. He pulled me so that I was laying bottom up in his lap.
“You know you need to obey your Daddy. Daddy doesn’t like to hurt his Baby Girl, but she needs to be punished for not following the rules.” As he was saying this, he was firmly rubbing my bare ass, gradually adding more and more pressure. Then, without warning, he spanked my ass once. Nothing had ever stung so badly. He paused long enough for me to register the feeling, and then he continued slowly for several more sharp smacks in the same place. His hits then began to increase in pace and strength until he pulled his arm far back and whacked me hard on the ass. I gave a muffled screech. He then started wailing on my ass. I tried to cry out for him to stop and to wiggle away. He just grabbed my wrists again and raised them high, effectively reminding me of who was in control. I could do nothing but sob and try to stay as still as possible to appease him. Once he sensed my submission, he switched up his hit placement so that his blows landed all over my ass, the tops of my thighs and my lower back.
I took it and tried to not focus on the pain. No one had ever even seen my naked body before, and the first time someone is seeing me is when it’s a crazy intruder who was spanking me like I was a little girl. My skin felt like it was on fire everywhere he was hitting me, and I knew that it would bruise. My shoulders and arms were aching, and I was afraid the muscles would start to cramp. With each hit, my naked body would move against his lap chaffing my already rug-burn stomach and breasts. I tried to just let my mind wander, to not be in the moment. I made myself stop crying, if only because it was hard to sob when you can’t breathe through your mouth. His hand was a blur, and I could barely distinguish the individual blows. It was just a haze of burning pain. I could hear him huffing with his exertion. Finally, his spanking slowed and he lowered my arms again. I whimpered as the blood rushed back to my arms, making them tingle painfully.
He was now gently rubbing his fingers over my bruised and burning skin. I’m sure it was supposed to be a soothing gesture, but it still hurt and I would give him anything for him to just stop touching me. I hated this, hated what was happening and what was going to happen to me. This was not how I imagined losing my virginity at all. Every place he touched felt tainted, like he was leaving some imprint in my skin that I would never be able to scrub off or shake loose. My body was burning all over from the spanking and my agitated rug burn, I was having trouble breathing because of the duct tape and because I had been sobbing, and I just wanted it to end. I wanted him to hurry up and do it so he could then kill me or leave. As long as he wasn’t touching me anymore.
He then turned me over so I was sitting up in his lap. He began rocking me like I was a child, and I could feel his hard cock through his jeans poking my thighs. My ass was burning and I almost started crying again, but instead only released a groan.
“There, there, Baby Girl,” he said while rocking me and pressing kisses to my temple. “Now that hurt me more than it hurt you. I hate hurting my little girl, but Baby Girl needs to learn to obey her daddy. Are you going to obey me?” I nodded. “Good girl. I knew you were going to be my good little girl when I first saw you. Now your daddy feels awful about hurting you. Do you want to make him feel better?” he asked, pausing his kisses to look me in the eye. I hesitated but nodded, knowing it was what he wanted and that I was beyond having any options at this point. I had to survive, and I would do whatever it took to make sure he didn’t kill me. I was going to do whatever he said and pray that he left when he was done. “That’s my little girl,” he said smiling.
He then moved me from his lap onto my back on the bed. He pulled me so that my head was hanging off of the side. I may be a virgin, but I watch porn. I knew what was about to happen. I had never given a blowjob before, but in this position I had a feeling he was wanting to do all of the work anyway. If he’s going to make me give him a blowjob, then he has to take this duct tape off. Should I try to call for help one last time? No, I couldn’t. If no one heard me before, they weren’t going to hear me this time. I wouldn’t risk it. After he had me like he wanted me, it was all I could do to stay still. My ass was still on fire, and I was lying on my arms awkwardly. But I sure as hell wasn’t going to move and have him see that as me disobeying him again.
He took a couple steps back from the bed, and began toeing off his shoes. I was scared to death, but I couldn’t look away as my rapist began to disrobe. His shoes and socks went first, followed by his jeans. With my head hanging off of the bed and him only a couple feet away, was basically face to face with his crotch. He wore grey boxer briefs, and I could see a damp patch near the head of his hard cock. His shirt went next, revealing his large, hairy body. He disgusted me. He was fat and gross and I was at his mercy. His hands fell to the waistband of his briefs and slowly peeled them off, his erection bobbing out. I gulped. There was no way that was going in me.
The bastard’s dick stood proud, its weeping head pointed to the ceiling. It was about 9 ½ “ long, but the length didn’t scare me. My favorite vibrator was about 9 inches, so that wasn’t too intimidating. However, it was apparent that his rotundness also applied to his manhood. It was 3 inches wide, wider than my wrist. How was my virgin pussy supposed to take that, let alone my mouth?!
“Aww, don’t be scared, Baby Girl. I know you’re going to make Daddy feel so good.” He stepped forward, and I jerked instinctually, not expecting the movement. “Shh, Baby Girl. Now stay quiet and brace yourself,” he said right before ripping the duct tape from my mouth. It hurt like a motherfucker, but I didn’t make a peep. With the tape gone, I took in a mouthful air. He stroked my cheek.
“You want to make your daddy feel good, don’t you, Little Girl?”
I nodded.
His hand moved from my cheek to get a hold on my hair. “Answer Daddy out loud, Baby Girl.”
I paused long enough for him to tug on my hair before responding, “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Daddy?”, I said, the word feeling strange on my tongue.
“Yes, Daddy, what?”
“Yes, Daddy, I want to make you feel good.”
“That’s my girl,” he said with a smile. I felt sick. I didn’t want to be pulled into his freaky games. I’m in my twenties, but I’m a Daddy’s Girl. I still call my father “Daddy”, and saying it now in this setting made my skin crawl. He stepped forward and said, “Open.” I obediently opened my mouth. He first ran the head of his cock along my lips, smearing them with his pre-cum, then pushed in a couple inches. He only just had the head in my mouth, but it already felt stuffed. His cock was so fat, I really feared what would happen if he tried to push into my throat. His cock tasted salty and the musky, sweaty smell from his body was already making me gag. The hand that had been gripping my hair moved to cup the back of my head, holding me in place.
“Taste Daddy’s cock. Taste how much Daddy loves you,” he said, thrusting forward once ever so slightly in reinforcement. I started moving my tongue along the head of his cock, cleaning off the pre-cum. It tasted so salty it made my eyes water. I focused on what I was doing and breathing through my nose, trying to ignore his overwhelming odor. Everything about this man repulsed me. I just kept moving my tongue along the head, not really knowing what I was doing. He didn’t seem to mind. He started thrusting shallowly, groaning.
“That’s my Baby Girl. That’s my good, good Baby Girl.” I wanted to cry again. He thrust the first few inches in and out of my mouth. His balls were swinging just inches of my face, and I had an eyeful of his hairy ass. I kept moving my tongue, but my jaw started to ache with the effort and from keeping my mouth open wide enough to accommodate his girth. He started picking up the pace. The whole time, he kept up his words of encouragement. “You’re making Daddy feel so good, Baby Girl. You really love your daddy.” He moved so that he was now hunched over holding my head with both hands as he fucked my mouth. He started hitting the back of my throat, and I freaked. I was scared to death he would try to choke me with his cock. However, he didn’t go further than that, my body gagging a little each time he hit my throat.
He pulled out slightly so that again only the head was in my mouth and started jerking off the rest outside of my mouth. “Take it all, Baby Girl,” he said with a near-shout before cumming with a loud roar. He came in two long spurts in my mouth. It tasted disgusting. It was so salty and sour on my tongue that I thought the taste would make me vomit. He held his cock in my mouth until I swallowed it all down and moaned each time my mouth squeezed his cock. It felt like his cum hit my stomach like lead, like I could feel it sitting in my body.
He straightened up and slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth. “My baby girl has the sweetest little baby girl mouth. Did you like that, Baby Girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied softly, embarrassed hearing myself say the words but knowing I had to.
He started walking around the bed, and I knew what was coming next. I felt my eyes start to water, but I held in the tears. Crying wouldn’t help now. He moved to the opposite side of the room, and gently pulled on my ankles until my head was on the bed. With a stranger’s dick in my mouth, I had understandably forgotten about my burning ass and aching arms. When he repositioned me, me arms were now bent very uncomfortably beneath my back and my flaming skin screamed at me. I worked my jaw up and down several times to work out the kinks from my face fucking. I stared at the ceiling, awaiting my fate, has he got onto the bed and crawled over me.

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An Old Man’s Sick Fantasies

Derrick gets sucked by my wife
My wife yelped and moaned as derrick pinched her nipples and slapped her breasts. Her nipples got really hard and turned quite red with the pinching and twisting he did to them. I then helped him oil up her torso, her hips, then her ass. We made her bend over and I got to rub the oil into the crack in her ass, then into her asshole itself. She squealed in excitement as I pushed oil in past her sphincter. Then I pushed two fingers into her as she screamed out in ecstasy and fear. She didn’t know how far I would go in stretching her ass.
“Oh God! Fuck me! Fuck me!!”
I moved behind her and slid my hard cock in that ass all the way to the hilt. She screamed, but pushed hard back into me. Derrick moved around in front of her, pushing his cock into her mouth. He was so big he couldn’t get it very far in. Even with her teeth out, her mouth was pretty small. I could get very deep into her throat, but I wasn’t so big.
As I plowed into her ass harder and harder, I could look around and see her saggy breasts swaying back and forth with my thrusts.
She moaned around Derrick’s cock, and I could feel her come about the same time as I did. Derrick came soon after, as sperm bubbled out of her mouth and dribbled on the bed. We collapsed as a threesome on the bed. As I drifted off to sleep, I marveled at what a good fuck she was for a 70 year old.Sucking His cock
I bent to take his cock into my mouth. Its silky head slid across my tongue. I closed my mouth and sucked gently. He tried to push deeper, but he was too big and it wouldn’t go, so he settled for rocking it gently back and forth with the bulbous head and the first four or five inches being sucked harder now by my eager tongue and lips. I sucked him for a long time, savoring his taste and the silky feel of his manhood. He sighed and moaned his pleasure at my efforts, He’d always liked my cocksucking and the fact I would suck him until he came. I would always savor his come in my mouth, and I would swallow it all. He liked that and I liked that. He was a tasty man.
His cock began to jerk and I knew it was coming. He was about to fill by mouth with his delicious spunk. And then he did. Only a little escaped down over my chin. He seemed to have more come than usual, but I took it in, and swallowed it slowly, savoring the taste. Then his flaccid cock fell out of my mouth, sated. We both smiled at each other, happy in our mutual act. I think I was the only person who ever really satisfied him.
The anthem was coming to an end; he tucked his cock into his pants, pulled his frock back down and headed back to the sanctuary to deliver his sermon.
At The Peep Show
I went into the peep shows the other night. There were about 4 guys standing around with their cocks out as I walked in so I knew it was going to be a good night. Being an old guy, I knew I wouldn’t get a lot of action but I knew I’d get some. I went into a couple’s booth, fed in some quarters, pulled out my cock and began playing with it.
In a few minutes I heard someone enter the other side, a quarter drop and the shade between booths went up. I continued stroking myself. I looked over and saw another old guy looking at me and playing with himself, except he was craning way over and looking right at my cock, which wasn’t so hard, but was kind of fat and ripe for play.
He licked his lips and stared, so I stood up to show more length, and get closer to his level. I turned a little in his direction. He stood and let me see him a little better. He wasn’t too big, but seemed to be very hard. We watched each other for a few minutes. Then his quarter ran out, and the shade went down.
I heard him leave the booth and was disappointed until I realized he was coming around to my door. He stood in the doorway and looked at my cock. I turned his way and gestured my cock toward him. He reached in and took hold of it. I gasped. I loved that first contact with another man. He stroked his cock with the other hand until I took over for him. That freed up his other hand to explore my body, waist, chest, back. He pinched my nipples quite hard, giving me a thrill. “I think you liked that”, he whispered. I nodded, way short of breath.
My hand was exploring his balls, too. He squeezed my balls, pretty hard, enough to elicit a moan. His hand moved back to that nerve filled area between the balls and the asshole and rubbed for a long time. I got hotter and hotter, till I was moaning and saying, “Oh God!” over and over again, pretty much out of control, but not ready to cum yet.
My other hand drifted over his ample ass cheeks, rubbing, squeezing, pinching a little. It then drifted into that area between his balls and his tailbone. He, too, squealed a little as I moved up and down; particularly as my hand passed his asshole. “You want me to fuck you in the ass?” I whispered in his ear.
“Yes,” he whispered back.
“Turn around, then, and I’ll do it here and now.” I kept dropping quarters in the machine so as not to alert the attendant, as he slipped his pants down a bit further, turned, and bent way over, hard to do in the small booth. He reached back & spread his asscheeks. I stroked my cock a couple of times, spit on his ass hole, placed the head of my midsized cock at his hole, and pushed. I slid in easily. Some other guys had been there before me- a lot of them. I pumped and pumped hard. He squirmed and seemed to love it.
My orgasm built up slowly. I must have pumped my cock into him for at least 10 minutes. Just as I could feel my orgasm approaching, I could hear him moaning and feel his asshole throb around my cock. Then I blew my load into him. I pumped him full of my juices- a man enema, kind of.
We were both spent. I pulled out of him. He pulled up his pants, which had a mess in them.
With that we left the booth, going our separate ways.
Getting My Face Fucked by strangers
Two guys held my arms out to my side against the back wall of the restroom building. The leader pulled his cock out of his pants and advanced on me. I was on my knees, and opened my mouth in anticipation of what was going to happen. My head was against the wall so I could not move away as he placed the head of his cock in my mouth. He moved it around in there, rubbing it on my tongue and on the roof of my mouth, then he pushed it deeper. I closed my mouth around it and began to suck on it. It tasted good- salty, yet sweet. I would have gladly sucked it on my own, but they didn’t know that, so they held me firmly, as the tattooed man pushed his cock deeper into my mouth
His cock moved over my tongue and down into the back of my mouth. He moved it back and forth, going gradually deeper. I began to gag on the deeper parts of his thrusts. He didn’t care, and neither did I. I very seldom had the opportunity to have a cock forced into the back of my throat and down my throat. I very seldom was forced to gag on a sexy man’s cock. I was now being forcibly throat fucked by a burly man behind a rest area rest room, and I loved it.
His was not a thick cock, but it was long, and he had soon pushed it further down my throat than I ever remember having a cock pushed before. I gagged over and over and he thrust harder and harder. As I got used to the depth he had reached, he would push it deeper. My own cock was rock hard as the man pushed deeper. His cock was emitting pre-cum now, greasing my throat for the continued invasion of the man’s long cock.
“You’re good man. I’m going to come in a minute, and you are going to swallow it all. I can see you love it. Are you ready to take it?”
I nodded as best I could with him lodged deeply in my throat. He stopped pulling back now, leaving his cock lodged at its fullest depth so far. My throat had accommodated it now, but it was not in my mouth and throat up to the hilt. He began to lean into me and push it deeper, the last inch or so until I could feel his coarse pubic hairs on my nose and lips. I gagged a little more, then accommodated, sucking for all I was worth, hoping he would pop his load into me.
My tongue moved up and down his shaft in the limited confines of my mouth, madly licking the underside of that shaft. Then I felt a throb and pushed my mouth further over his cock. I sucked even harder. He pushed. Then I felt huge throbs and felt the hot wet feeling in the back of my throat, indicating he was beginning to pump his spunk into me. I came in my own pants, as he continued to fuck my mouth and throat, filling me with his wonderful cream.
After I had cleaned his cock off with my grateful tongue, they left me spent by that back wall, and roared off on their cycles.

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