Jason was in deep trouble and he knew it, he was on the verge of flunking Economics 1! Jesus Christ, why did he even take this stupid course, it had absolutely nothing to do with his major, and if he didn’t get at least a passing grade, he wouldn’t graduate this spring with his class!
Worse yet, he’d have to stay for the summer session and take it over again, and he had plans to tour Europe with a couple of his buddies as kind of a last fling. Professor Watters was known for his toughness, but Jason figured he didn’t have anything to lose by doing a little begging for his academic life, so he scheduled an appointment with the professor for the following day. Right from the start he could see that coming here had been a big mistake, as Professor Watters was totally unsympathetic to his situation. “Study harder, Mr. Polk, that is the only advice I can give you,” Profesor Watters intoned cryptically, “I’ve never given a grade that a student didn’t deserve, and I most certainly won’t start now!!!” “Good day, Mr. Polk,” he said acidly, “I have a lot of work to do!” Jason dragged himself out of his chair and trudged down the hall, trying in vain to think of a way out of his mess. While walking, a slightly round figure approached him in the hallway, it was Jaime Kurtz, Professor Watters graduate assistant. Always wearing thick glasses, Jaime was the ultimate bookworm, ands at only about five foot two inches tall, her short frame was forced to carry in excess of 185 pounds, so she looked much like a walking bowling ball! Before they passed each other, Jason had a quick brainstorm, and in desperation played his last card, “Jaime, how ya doin” he asked easily, “nice lecture you gave today, I can see why the Professor has put so much faith in you!” Jaime stopped as she neared Jason, and asked eagerly, “Did you really like it, I put a lot of work into that lecture, I hope the students appreciated it!” “Oh, I did,” Jason replied, “it was very good, but there’s just one thing,” and he let his voice trail off. “What’s that” she asked quickly, “if there was something wrong, I could correct it before the next class.” “Oh, no,” he answered smoothly, “it’s just that, well, I just don’t seem to understand the material like I should, do you think that you could maybe give me a little extra help, I mean, I’d pay you for your time!!!” “Oh you don’t have to pay me anything,” she replied excitedly, “that’s what were here for, to help the students!” “Good,” he said, “then it’s settled, let’s get together tonight at your place to go over the parts I’m having trouble with, okay!?!” The meeting was quickly arranged, and Jason was set to meet Jaime Kurtz that evening at her apartment at eight pm.

“Nice apartment,” Jason commented, while sitting down in the living room of Jaime Kurtz. It was apparent from the look on her face, that Jaime was more than a little happy that she had such a handsome young man visiting her. As she was sort of a “plain jane”, she didn’t have much of a social life with the opposite sex, and even if this wasn’t a formal date, she did have Jason Polk in her apartment all to herself! “Now, Jason,” she began, “what seems to be the problem?” “Well, Miss Kurtz,” he replied, “it’s just everything, I just don’t seem to get it!!!” “Please, call me Jaime,” she offered, “let’s find out exactly where you need the most work.” “Okay, Jaime,” he said, while opening up his Econ 1 test book, “why don’t you come over here and we can go over some of this stuff!” Jaime slid onto the couch next to him, and waited until Jason stopped at the chapter on globalization of free trade. Jaime was obviously in her element, because for the next five minutes she talked practically non stop about the interaction of governments and business on a world wide scale. Jason, of course was paying absolutely no attention to any of her gobble-d-gook, and instead during one of her more boring moments, let his arm casually drape around the instructor’s shoulder. She didn’t seem to even notice, but Jason figured it was now or never, so he turned to face her, and shut her up with a hard full kiss on the lips. While she was momentarily stunned, she quickly warmed to the occasion and returned the kiss with her full passion! He pulled away, looked her in the eyes, and lied, “I’ve been thinking about doing that since your first lecture at the beginning of the semester!” “Really,” she asked, “you should have said something a long time ago,” as she then kissed him again, but this time even more passionately! As they kissed, Jason let his hand roam all over Jaime’s breasts, kneading and cupping the big fat udders, making her moan as he tugged on her now distended nipples. “Let’s get out of these clothes,” Jason ordered, and without waiting for an answer, stood up and shed all of this clothing, leaving him standing in front of her totally naked, and with a semi hard erection just inches from her face! He leaned forward just a few inches, and the head of his penis rushed against her moist lips. She let her tongue trace a line all over his knob, and it jumped every time her tongue flicked over it! Finally she opened her mouth and let it slip into her warmth, caressing it like it were a rare piece of china. Her vagina flooded with moisture with the big cock in her mouth, it had been so long since she had done this, and never with a cock as magnificent this!!! Although she was anxious to feel it inside of her pussy, she couldn’t help herself, and soon she had induced a cum flooding orgasm, that filled her mouth with the warm sticky goo. She savored it, swirling it in her mouth until finally swallowing it all down, leaving a warm satisfied feeling in her ample belly!

Jason was surprised at the skill that Jaime had shown at sucking cock, he had figured her for a real neophyte, not a expert on oral love making, and although she had a tubby little body, and she wasn’t the most attractive girl in the world, he had to admit, that that was one of the best blow jobs he had ever had! By now, she scrambling to get off her clothing, and she was pretty hefty, with her massive breasts the dominating feature on her short squat body. Her areolas were huge,
about three inches across, and with fat nubs on the end, that stood out like mini erections. A soft round belly hung around her waist, and over shadowed a large dark vee of pubic hair, that
couldn’t hide the wet slit that drooled her hot pussy juice. Jason for the life of him couldn’t figure it out, but he was getting another erection just looking her, and he realized that he probably wanted her as much as she wanted him!!! “How do you want it,” he whispered to her, while he
twisted her big nipples between his thumb and forefinger? “From the rear,” she answered fiercely, “I want to feel like I’m really being taken against my will!!!” Jason’s pecker jumped, at the thought of ramming her from the back, and he lined up his cock as she settled on the sofa with her big ass in the air, and her legs wide apart exposing her bulging vagina. Jaime’s fur ran all the way to her ass hole, and her slit contrasted a bright pink surrounded by the dark brown bush. Jason let the head of his cock just slip inside of her cunt, and when he was ready, he lunged forward, burying his pecker all the way into her tight vagina. She had a blinding orgasm on the first plunge, her cunt totally unprepared for the vicious assault the hard thick penis was perpetrating on it! In the next two or three minutes, Jaime had at least three stunning climaxes, with perhaps two or three smaller, if no less satisfying cums! On Jaime’s last orgasm, Jason roared out loud as his own climax tore through his loins and exited his penis into her steaming cunt, and together they collapsed in a heap of sweat, fat, and cum!

Jason idly played with Jaime’s nipples and said, “I hope that you can help me with my Econ, cuz you’re my last hope!” With a knowing look she answered, “I don’t think you’ll have any trouble, but it’s going to take a lot more private sessions to make sure you know the material!” “Do you think you’ll have time for me,” he said half mockingly?!? She smirked a little, leaned over and kissed his pecker, and replied, “I’ll make time!!!”

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The best fun I had at school was when I got in with Jodi Malenger’s gang. This was in England, way back, but Jodi wasn’t English, he’d been born in Estonia or somewhere like that and his family had moved over when he was young.

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Anyway, wherever he was from, he was the toughest and cleverest kid I’d ever met and anybody lucky enough to hang out with him was guaranteed plenty of fun. Partly because his family was well off, but mainly because Jodi seemed to be able to get away with anything where girls were concerned. You could take the poshest, most stuck up bitch in the school, and she’d like nothing better than being dragged off somewhere by Jodi. What’s more, most of them didn’t seem to care much if his friends tagged along with him. But what really showed me how good Jodi was happened one afternoon when we had Linda Beresford trapped in the gymn store room at school.

We’d been after her for quite a while, and she knew it as well as we did. She was a plump little half pint of a blonde who giggled a lot, especially when Jodi goosed her. This particular afternoon we’d seen her hanging around down the gymn area just as everybody was leaving. Now she must have known that Jodi had bribed the caretaker into giving us a spare set of keys for that area; every other kid in the school certainly knew it. She must have known as well that to hang around near the sports storeroom at the end of the day was tempting fate. If you were in that corridor when the last bell went, and you happened to be a halfway decent looking girl, then it was trapping territory. Jodi would suddenly appear at one end of the corridor and two more of his gang would come around the opposite corner at the same moment.

One minute later the storeroom door would be unlocked and the girl — or girls — would find themselves on the other side of it. Then the door was locked and the squealing began. But this time we got careless and didn’t lock the door as soon as we should have done.

It was Linda’s fault. She’d obviously been waiting a while for a chance to be the center of attention and she was really stacking on the drama as we ruffled her feathers. Every time a hand grabbed her there was more noise than a cat fight. Not that it stopped her giving us coy “come on” looks from underneath her disarranged hair as she weighed the opposition up. In fact she had unusually heavy odds to face that day because there were five of us there. Jodi was the one who really mattered though — short and broad shouldered, with the face of an angel and the mind of a sewer rat. The rest of us just followed whatever he did.

There was Will, the biggest and oldest of us all, not very bright, but always strong and willing. Micky and Jacko were both highly respected in the school because they’d fight anybody any time. I was there because I was pretty handy with my own fists. And each of us would have followed Jodi into just about any situation. Incidentally, my name’s Andy.

Anyway, we’d made a circle around Linda to give her some heavy petting, just as an introduction. She was making it more sporting by trying to keep pushing our hands away, although with odds of two against ten most of the grabs getting past her defenses, which was why she was making so much noise. After a few minutes though she changed her tactics and just stood there, giggling and telling us we’d better let her go or else we’d be in trouble.

Fat chance. Standing there with her ripe little figure neatly fitted out in a white shirt and short brown skirt she looked good enough to eat. Mind you, she was a lot less neater than she had been, with her shirt half pulled out and her tits hefted around so much they’d just about popped out of her bra cups. We’d soon finish that job off anyway, that was for sure.

“OK, boys, let’s try for three falls and a submission.” Jodi said.

“What are you doing?” Linda asked as Jacko and Will walked her across the store room.

It was a pretty stupid question because she was being taken towards a pile of judo mats that had been stacked in the middle of the room and it was obvious what they were there for. And, again, I would have been surprised if Linda hadn’t heard stories about some of the past performances of the top of those mats. As Jodi had said, there’d certainly been plenty of submissions on top of them.

One of the most satisfying of them had been by Miss snooty nose-in-the air Janet Saunders, the head girl. She’d been photographed stretched out on top of the mats without a stitch on, giving everybody a demonstration of how to sixty nine with the boy underneath her. Jodi, in point of fact, but you couldn’t see much of him except his cock, with Janet frantically licking away at it as if it was a melting ice cream cone.

Oddly, it was Will who’d provided the finishing touch. In some dusty corner of the room he’d found a bundle of paper union jacks on sticks, probably meant to be waved around by the school kids during some long forgotten royal visit to the town. He’d finally found a use for one of the flags by pushing the stick up Janet’s bum, then making her carry on with Jodi while we snapped her with a cock at one end and the flag flying at the other one. A very embarrassed girl she’d been, and she had to do some more very embarrassing things to keep that photo safely hidden away.

Anyway, to get back to what I’m telling you about, Linda was stood at the side of the mats. She was doing a lot of heavy breathing but she wasn’t screaming, or crying either, so it was on to the next round. Jodi sat down on the mats in front of her before reaching out with skilled hands to unhook and unzip her skirt. Linda made a few more protests, just for the record, then decided to shut up as her skirt fell down. Of course this wasn’t the first time we admired her bared legs, we’d seen them plenty of times before when the girls had been playing netball. But this time we were going to see a lot more than just her legs. We told her that as well as we gave her another good touching up.

Micky and I had a bum cheek each to play with, whilst Will and Jacko swooped onto her tits as their own special areas of interest. Jodi put his hand down between her thighs, below the gusset of the briefs — just below, yet not quite touching.

“Bend your knees, Linda.”

She gave out a higher pitched squeal than anything she’d yet managed, then lowered her quim half an inch onto his fingertips as if she was getting into a hot bath. Like they say, a bird in the hand is worth having — and by the time she gets to that stage she’s certainly going to be had. Anyway, that meant the preliminaries were over. Linda Beresford was showing every signs of having joined in the spirit of the party and panting as Jodi made himself at home.

“Oh, God, you’re going to do it to me, aren’t you?”

Jodi rubbed her with his fingers in a way which had her wriggling like a dog having its stomach scratched.

“No, girl, you’re going to do it to us. But if you’re really nice about it we may give you some good fucking on top of these mats as well. We’ve got plenty of frenchies and we don’t care how many you use up.”

Jodi was speaking as if he was almost bored.

“Strip her off and throw her on top of the mats. Let her keep her shoes on though. I know her legs are in the right position for a good shag when the laces are hanging straight down.”

Getting a giggling Linda out of her shirt was a job nobody minded lending a hand with. Especially as we managed to finally bounce her starboard tit clear out of its cup in the process. The plump mound of white freckled flesh was lifted high up on top of the now redundant tit harness, showing off a nipple that looked as hard as walnut and felt as hard as one when I nipped it between my fingers. Linda called me a randy bastard and that made everybody grin.

Will unhooked her bra and threw it away. Jodi stood her aside his legs before hauling both of her tits down to his mouth, giving them a good kneading and some playful bites. Linda’s eyes seemed to be rolling around in their sockets, pretending to be so distressed but making sure we were all watching her being treated like that. I reckoned it was exactly what she’d been waiting for ever since she’d hung around in the corridor.

“I’ll make her tits shake more than that when she’s riding on my cock,” Jacko promised loudly, with Linda quivering in response as though electric shocks were going up and down her spine.

“Drop them for us, you little prick teaser,” Jacko demanded, and Jodi nodded his head in agreement.

With practically no hesitation at all Linda slipped her hands into the sides of her briefs and pushed them down as far as she could, which wasn’t far since she was standing straddle legged, but far enough for us to see everything that mattered. She had quite a nest of light brown hair down below, a physical detail which was quickly covered by Jodi’s right palm as he fingered her. The rest of backed up his good work by grabbing whatever we could. Linda threw her head back, saying “Shit! shit! shit!” until Will put his lips on hers and gave her a taste of his tongue.

“I think we’ve got a hot one here,” Jacko said.

It was a pretty fair statement because Linda’s hands were darting around like butterflies, stroking Jodi’s arm that was fingering her, running over Will’s head as he tongued her. It was just then that I heard a female gasp of outrage and it certainly couldn’t have come from Linda. We spun around and gaped at the teacher who was standing next to the mats, watching everything that was going on with eyes bulging out like a dead cod’s on a fishmonger’s slab.

Mrs Dunkley her name was, an English teacher, but not a very good one. I mean, she knew all about her subject but she’d been away from teaching for a long time and the schools she been at before must have been much better behaved ones than ours, because she was piss weak at enforcing discipline. She’d only been at our educational slum for a month or so but we’d really made things difficult for her in every class she’d taken with us. Ma Dunkley was what Jodi called her and, naturally, he’d caused her more trouble than the rest of us put together.

Yet there was one thing about her which did have all our interest. Well, two things in fact. She wasn’t the flashy type, being middle aged and pretty quiet, but she wore tight sweaters all the time and underneath those sweaters were the biggest set of tits we’d ever seen. No arguments about them being padding either — no padding ever made could have swayed around as enticingly as those two mounds did. Apart from that she was dark haired and dark skinned, with just a wisp of hair on her upper lip. Italian or Greek blood in the family perhaps, with a good full arse that twitched along underneath her pleated skirts almost as nicely as her bazoons bounced on ahead.

Another thing we’d all noticed about her was that in anything except high summer she always wore boots which reached up almost to her knees. There had been a lot of speculation about those boots and whether maybe she was sexier than she let on, wedding ring or no wedding ring.

So, there we were and there she was, and the shit had fallen into the muck spreader alright. As soon as she’d reported this little lot we’d all be on our way to a police court and probably Borstal institutions. And that’s what might have happened if Jodi hadn’t been there. Because Jodi was always fast, always dangerous and a born leader. Whilst the rest of us were still too stunned to react he was moving, pushing Linda away so hard she would have fallen if we hadn’t been clustered so closely around her. Then I almost went over myself as he knocked me out of the way, heading towards the opened door.

For a second, just for a second, I wondered if he was running away. But even before the thought was formed I saw him slam the door closed and turn the key in the lock, the thing we should have thought to have done first before we got started on Linda. Yet what he did next had me totally confused because he disappeared out of sight behind a storage rack, taking the door key with him.

Which left the rest of us hanging around like non speaking extras in a play after the main character has disappeared down a stage trapdoor. Linda was the only one who could think of anything positive to do, by pulling up her knickers.

Under any other circumstances I would have been laughing at the expression on her face. Linda Beresford did not look like a girl duly grateful for being saved from a terrible fate at the hands — and dicks — of a bunch of hooligan boys: she looked more like a gymnkhana rider whose horse had gone sprawling at the first fence; lots of exertion, lots of build up, but no jumps. Though Ma Dunkley distracted my attention quickly enough with an angry shout.

“Malenger, come back here!”

Well, he did, back out from behind that storage rack as quickly as he’d gone behind it. And in his hand was a javelin. Which, just in case English is your second language, is a metal spear with rather a sharp point at one end. People with nothing better to do go out on an athletics field to see how far they can throw them. Another fun recreational thing you can also do with the sharp end of a javelin is to stick it into a big tit. If you want to attract the attention of the owner of the aforementioned big tit, I can assure you that it’s an effective way of doing so.

“Back! Back against the wall, you fat bitch!”

I was thinking to myself, “This is crazy, we can’t do this to a teacher”, but it was happening anyway, as things always seemed to do when Jodi wanted them to. Ma Dunkley took two steps backwards under the pressure of the javelin’s tip, then tried to stand her ground.

“Malenger, you must be mad! Put that down at once.”

Well, and so he did. He leaned forward, dropped the javelin’s point and pushed it forward straight between her knee high boots.

“Come on you useless bastards, give her a lift,” he called out to us.

Ma Dunkley didn’t understand what he meant but we did, because another thing you can do with a javelin for fun and profit is to use it to persuade a girl to see things your way. Remember I mentioned a certain Janet Saunders as an excellent example of a enthusiastic female submission? Well, it had been a ride around the store room on a javelin which had quickly and easily brought her to that way of thinking. But to do it to a teacher …

“Come on!” Jodi urged, and so we did. What the hell, it had to be worth whatever trouble it eventually got us into. So I grabbed the point behind her and Micky took hold of it as well, while Jacko helped Jodi in front.

That was all there was room for, four pairs of hands, but it was plenty. We lifted the javelin nice and level, straight up between Ma Dunkley’s legs, hoisting her pleated skirt in big folds in front and behind her. Then we got her weight on top of the javelin and raised it up higher yet, until she was on the toes of her boots. She shrieked like a factory whistle spitting out steam, leaning forward over her rucked up skirt to grab the javelin through the folds, holding on next to Jacko’s and Jodi’s hands as she desperately tried to lift herself above the metal shaft. I could understand why — it must have been a rough experience to have your cunt split apart on something like that.

“Walk her!”

Well, walking her isn’t quite what happens. The point is that if you lift the rider high enough she can’t walk, and she can’t rest her weight on the ground, it’s all pressing down on those soft sensitive areas between the inner thighs and that round strip of aluminum. The javelin bowed underneath Ma Dunkley’s weight but it didn’t stop us from lifting her right off the floor and taking several shuffling steps as she swayed from side to side, screaming out in fear and pain as she found out she was balanced on the next worst thing to a knife edge.

“Oh God, oh God, stop it please! Please — please — please!”

“Down with her. On her tiptoes though, that’s all. Will, you take my place here.”

So there was the scene, Mrs Dunkley with her skirt piled up, legs straight and clamped hard together, bent forward from the waist and still clutching onto the javelin. She smelt nice — rosewater, maybe. There was white flecks in the tightly stretched gray sweater. Her bra straps were clearly visible through the material and I cursed my bad luck in being behind her, instead of in front with Will and Jacko. I could see them gloating at the sight of her big bristols being squeezed into view between her straightened arms. Still, we had a consolation view of her legs, partially revealed by the upraised skirt. Lots of smoothly rounded flesh all nicely wrapped up in dark pantyhose.

“Malenger — Jodi. Please, this is silly.”

No doubt about her tone , she wasn’t demanding anything now, she was asking us not to hurt her anymore. And we all knew that one or two more quick rides would have the teacher begging to do something else — anything at all. My imagination went into overdrive at the thought of having those legs wrapped around me and those tits in my hands. In an instant my cock was as rigid as the javelin.

“Keep her like that,” Jodi snapped.

Still moving as quickly as a striking ferret, he reached out to Ma Dunkley and gave one of her earrings a sharp tug, making her cry out again.

“What do you think about that, Mrs Dunkley? One of the girls you’re supposed to be looking after and here she is in a storeroom showing a bunch of boys everything she’s got. However did that happen?”

“I don’t know.” She was answering quietly, and quickly. What with one thing and another I guess there wasn’t much choice. We all knew Jodi would twist Ma Dunkley’s ear or ride her on the javelin again if she tried to talk back to him.

“I was walking along the corridor and I heard the noise, so I came in.”

Jodi put his other hand on the nape of her neck, underneath her long black hair, and gently massaged her neck muscles.

“Now that’s a funny thing, right there. Yeah, Linda was making a lot of noise at first but she quietened afterwards. Pretty hard to hear her from way out there then. My idea is that you heard her alright, only you waited a while before you came in. Were you waiting because you thought you might make a deal with us?”

She tried to turn her head towards him pulled but couldn’t because Jodi pulled on her ear to make her look straight ahead. We all heard her gasp again.

“A deal? What do you mean?”

“I mean that we’re the lads who’ve been giving you the most trouble in your classes. But if you caught us with Linda you could either get us thrown out of the school or threaten us into behaving ourselves in future.”

“No, I never thought that!”

“Ah, but I say you did. And I say that people who go in for blackmail deserve to be blackmailed themselves. What-do-you-think-about-that?”

He emphasized each of the last words by tugging on her earlobe again each time he spoke. The teacher gave a little gasp with each tug. Jodi was showing her again how much she was under his control

“Now let me get this clear in my mind, Mrs Dunkley. Is anybody going to come looking for you soon if we keep you here? And before you answer, you’d better know that if you lie to us, I’ll personally push this javelin right up your arse.”

“No.” She was whispering, her voice shaking. “No, but the caretaker is probably still around.”

“You don’t need to worry about him. He knows when to be deaf. So it looks like you’re going to be with us for quite a while. Never mind, I guess we can find some interesting ways of passing the time.”

We were all licking our lips at that, though Mark and I were still cursing our luck at having to stand behind Ma Dunkley and not being able to see her face. I wondered if Jodi could put her completely under his control, the way he seemed able to do with all the girls. He’d certainly faced a lot of defiance from Janet Saunders at first, yet a few minutes on the javelin had turned from a Head Girl into a girl who’d much sooner give head than ride the rail again.

“Linda, come over here.”

We’d almost forgotten about Linda, which was quite something, since she was still only wearing her briefs and her socks and shoes — oh, yeah, and her necktie, which had somehow got left behind when her shirt was pulled off. She looked as juicy as ever, yet a lot more nervous than when we’d been mauling her.

“Jodi, I don’t want to get involved in this.”

“Fair enough, I don’t want to make you change places with Ma Dunkley, but I will do if I get anymore of your lip. Go on the other side of her.”

Linda obediently walked around past Mark and me. I never thought I’d let a pair of bare tits go by without taking a grab at them but I had to then. Linda ended up facing Jodi across the javelin with the teacher perched between them.

“Right, Mrs Dunkley, let’s start getting to know each other a bit better. An introduction would be nice. Normally, of course, I’d shake hands but you seem to be using both of yours at the moment. So what we’ll do is to have a little rule which starts right now.” Jodi tweaked her ear again, getting another gasp. “Are you listening, Mrs Dunkley?”

“Yes, I’m listening.”

“Right, the rule is this: every time somebody squeezes one of your tits you introduce yourself with your first name and say ‘I’m very pleased to meet you’. You understand the rule, Mrs Dunkley?”

Her answer was music to our ears, mumbled but obedient: “Yes, I understand.”

To me, this was incredible. Ma Dunkley was almost twice our age, a teacher, a married woman, and whatever we did she should have been able to dominate us. If Jodi hadn’t been there she would have done. It was his personality, his determination to dominate her instead and his readiness to hurt her as much as necessary which was beating her down. Unless of course she wanted to be in this situation. Maybe she had been waiting outside, getting up the courage to walk in and betting that this was indeed the way it was going to turn out. Who could tell why a woman did anything?

Jodi left one hand on her neck, took the other one from her ear and let his outstretched fingers slide gently down the side of one of the arms pushed straight down in front of her as she still kept trying to relieve the pain of being on top of the javelin. I thought she must be getting very tired of being in that position.

“Hmm, just to make it more interesting yet, we’ll make a second rule. After you’ve introduced yourself, you’ll do whatever you’re told to by anybody who’s holding one of your tits. Have you got that?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve got a name.”

“Yes, Jodi.”

“So what happens when I squeeze one of your bouncers?”

She spoke very quickly: “I say, ‘Hello, my name is Christine and I’ll do whatever you tell me to.’ ” It seemed to me that she was in a hurry to show how compliant she was. Not only tired but probably sore as well.

“Right, let’s try it.”

There was enough tension in the room to run a power station as I saw his hand move around in front of her. The javelin quivered in our hands and the teacher gasped, then said: “Hello, my name is Christine and I’ll do anything at all that you tell me to.”

That broke the tension up, for the moment anyway. All of us chortled in delight at her surrender until Jodi held his hand up for us to be quiet again.

“Not bad, but fair turn is fair play. The same rule applies to you, Linda.”

He must have moved his hand over to her titties because she got pulled forward and bent over until she was almost leaning on the teacher. She’d been taken by surprise: “Oh God, what have I got to say? My name is Linda and I’m very pleased to meet you, Jodi, you bastard.”

We laughed at that as well, until Linda gave a real screech of pain. “I don’t allow back chat from any female in here. In this room they do as they’re told.” He must have given her tit a real screwing with his hand because she cried out again.

“OK, so to make it clearer, from now on, whenever an udder gets pulled I expect to hear the bitch that owns it to say her name and to say she’ll do whatever she’s told to. Let’s try this one again.”

Linda didn’t need telling twice: “My name is Linda and I’ll do whatever you tell me too.”

Then the teacher spoke up again, clearly feeling Jodi’s hand giving her the cue again: “My name is Christine and I’ll do whatever you tell me to.”

Jodi laughed. “Things seem to be coming along nicely. Now, Christine, let’s talk about deals. You’re certainly not going to be in any position to blackmail us, but we can offer you a good deal instead. If you’re nice to us we’ll stop causing you trouble in your classes. Not only that, I’ll make sure nobody else in the school gives you any trouble either. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Jodi, I’d like that.”

“Quite sure?”

“Yes.” She was almost shouting back at him, answering as quickly as she could. I could see her arms trembling as she kept them pressed down on the javelin.

“OK, but if we do that for you, you’ve got to do something for us. Is that fair?”

“Yes — yes!”

Jodi chuckled and then Linda blurted out loudly: “My name is Linda, how do you do and I’ll do whatever you tell me too.”

I still couldn’t see exactly what was going on but it was obvious that Jodi had grabbed one of her tits again and she was gabbling out the words he’d taught her like a trained parrot.

“Well done, Linda. Now, girl, what do you think you’d have had to do for us if Christine hadn’t come in and spoilt things? What do the other girls tell you they have to do in here?”

“They say they have to suck your cock, Jodi.”

That got a laugh. Will and Jacko weren’t looking at her though, they were staring at the teacher’s face to see her response. They were both grinning from ear to ear and I wished once again I was in their place.

“Just my cock?”

Linda certainly wasn’t being coy now. She was answering up loud and clear: “No, you make them suck all your mate’s cocks as well, and afterwards they get shagged by everybody.”

Jodi shook his head in mock sorrow: “Who are these horrible girls, and why are they saying such terrible things about me?”

You know how sometimes you start laughing and you can’t control it — you’re sort of gasping with ingrowing breath? I reckon we’d all reached that stage by then and Linda was laughing along with the rest of us. The thing was, we didn’t want to piss arse around and hold things up by laughing, we wanted to hear what the teacher had to say. She certainly wasn’t laughing though. Mick and I were fascinated by the way her leg muscles were flexing underneath those dark stockings as she wrigggled around on top of the javelin trying to find a position — any position — which wasn’t so uncomfortable as the one she was in.

I could certainly understand that because my forearms were aching with effort of holding her up on tip toe.

Finally, at long last, we stopped chortling and carried on with mere gloating as Jodi moved one hand away from the back of the teacher’s neck and gripped her earring again. He must have moved his other hand as well because she said — almost shouted: “My name is Christine, how do you do and I’ll do anything you tell me to.”

“Will you really, Mrs Dunkley? Or may I call you Christine? Now you’ve just heard what Linda thinks we’re going to make her do. She thinks I’m going to make her suck my dick while everybody else in here watches her do it. Do you think I’d do something like that, especially with a lady like yourself here having to watch such a dirty little scene?”

“Jodi, I’m absolutely sure that she’s going to do whatever you tell her to, just as I’m sure that I’m not getting off this javelin until I agree to do everything she does.”

I looked at Mick and he looked at me, and he was as surprised as I was. We could hear the strain in her voice from being straddled on top of the javelin yet otherwise Mrs Dunkley seemed pretty calm as she admitted she was ours to do with as we liked. Oh God, make this afternoon last for ever.

“Well, yeah, that sounds like a reasonable offer,” Jodi said, still playing it really cool. “Tell me, Christine, are you really saying that if I let you off this javelin you’ll suck us all off.”

“Yes. Jodi, please, I am offering to do whatever you want. Couldn’t you lower me down now, please?”

“I’ll tell you what we’ll do. We’ll lower you on to your heels and Linda and I will take your sweater off. If you behave that far perhaps we won’t lift you up on your toes again. Do you want to do that?”

“Yes, Jodi, yes please.”

He laughed. “Now that’s what I like to hear. But I’m still waiting for some detail about what you’ll do for us. Make it sound interesting and we’ll let you down.”

“Oh God. Jodi, I’ll go down on my knees for you. I’ll go down on my knees in front of you with everybody watching and give you a gobble.”

My toes were curling as I was listening to this. God, but Jodi had soon put this middle aged bitch back into her box. And everybody knew that she was going to have to do what she was promising she would.

“Well, that sounds fine. But suppose we started by stripping you to the waist and letting all the lads play with those big knockers of yours. Would you rather do that than be left where you are?”

“Yes, Jodi, please, please, play with my tits, all of you, please.” I couldn’t believe how desperate she was sounding. Either that javelin was really hurting our captured teacher or she was making a good production of sounding as if it was.

Naturally, the more desperate she sounded, the more Jodi spun things out. “Hmm … well, I’ll ask the lads about it. OK guys, is anybody interested in playing with Mrs Dunkley’s big fat bristols?”

He certainly had our approval on that notion, and we all snarled in approval like a wolf pack around a trapped deer.

“OK, the motion is carried unanimously. Now, would all those who’d like to fuck Mrs Dunkley as well please lift her up to show approval in the usual manner.”

She shrieked in pain as we gave her another swift lift, wriggling on top of the javelin again as though it were an electrified fence. Maybe it was, because there was enough excitement shooting through my body alone to have put a high voltage charge into the steel shaft. Jodi tugged the teacher’s earring again to make sure she was listening.

“So how about that idea, Christine? You think this might be a good time to get put on your back and give the class a practical demonstration in sex education?”

“Yes, Jodi, yes, yes! Anything you want!”

Jodi giggled: “Does that include multiple choice answers?”

“God, yes, I’ll take all of you on — all of you! But for fuck’s sake let me down, please!”

It seemed that what we had on our javelin here was a teacher who’d been taught a quick and very successful lesson in learning to do what she was told. If she hadn’t known much before about how to enforce discipline she’d certainly come to the right place to learn. Jodi enforced her surrender with quickly delivered demands.

“Right, lower her onto her heels. Linda, grab her sweater at the bottom. Christine, hold up your arms or we’ll hold you up again.”

The teacher let out a great shuddery sigh of relief as settled her back onto her heels. As Linda and Jodie tugged at the tight fitting sweater she instantly held her arms up over her head and kept them there as the material was rucked up until her bra strap came into view. It was as wide as my thumb, satin white, with silver metal double clips. Sexy, but not much of a consolation prize for what must be visible from the front. Surprisingly, it was Linda who made the first comment from that viewpoint: “My God, look at them.”

If there’s ever been a more unnecessary suggestion I can’t imagine where or when it was made. Will and Jacko nearly had their eyes popping out of their heads and even Jodi looked startled. Then he and Linda jerked sweater up further until it was caught up around the teacher’s raised elbows and wrapped around her head.

“OK, take that javelin away. Push her up against the storage racks. Hold her there. Keep her arms up.”

We did as he said in a flurry of movement, pushing the teacher back against the racks and holding her wrists up above her head, although all you could see of it was a pile of disarranged black hair protruding from the top of the sweater. She certainly couldn’t see a thing, which saved her at least one shock as Jodi pulled out his flick knife. All he wanted it for though was to cut a couple of lengths off a roll of lane marking tape.

“Put her wrists up against the supports.”

Will and Jacko stepped apart to hold Christine’s wrists against the vertical shelving struts. When they did they revealed the stiff white cups of her foundation bra. My immediate thought was that they must be padded after all, because surely to God she couldn’t walk around all day supporting that amount weight in front of her?

“Christ, you could carry a week’s shopping home in those cups,” Mark declared, sharing my disbelief.

Not that we had much chance to admire the sights because Jodi immediately stepped in front of Christine as he tied her wrists to the struts. There was no resistance, she simply stood against the shelves as she was secured. Jodi stood back, with the rest of us crowing around him to take in the view again.

“One teacher, almost ready for lessons,” Jodi said happily.

By God, was she ever! Sweater up around her face, boobs out on the shop window, the waist band of her skirt jammed around her wide hips and the top of a white girdle just seen above it with a couple of rolls of stomach fat resting on top. Not that she didn’t have a pretty good figure without even taking into account those fantastic udders. A bit overripe maybe, but what could you expect at that age. As for that pleated skirt and those boots underneath it — well, it looked as if Christmas was coming early this year.

Jodi began unbuttoning his shirt. “Go over and introduce yourselves, guys. You know what to do. Linda, you lazy bitch, come here and unlace my shoes.”

That time I must have been slow off the mark because Mark beat me, if you’ll forgive the pun. And he was behind Jacko. Not that Mrs Dunkley knew the difference. She just knew we were taking turns at feeling her tits and as she was fondled she said loudly again and again that her name was Christine, she was very pleased to meet us, and she’d do whatever we told her to. Again, there was no doubt about how effective Jodi’s training techniques were. Not that I cared much about anything but being stuck at the end of the queue for copping a few feels.

“They’re for real,” Jacko announced loudly. He had his hands on each of her cups but not for long as Will elbowed him aside and grabbed one for himself.

“My name is Christine and I’ll do whatever you want,” the teacher said again, loud enough for us to hear even though she was partially muffled by the sweater across her face. Mark got in between both of them, lifted up a roll of the sweater high enough to reveal her mouth hanging open and put his mouth against hers to see what the reaction was. He was also copying Jodi’s methods by holding one of her earrings but he didn’t seem to need to do much with it to get the results he wanted. Of course I was going frantic and in the end I had to pull him off her so I could get a turn.

By then Will and Jacko were pulling up Ma Dunkley’s skirt and I was finally able to get my fingers on both of her cups. One touch and I found out what everybody else already had done, that these were the genuine items. The heat coming from them was proof enough without even needing to feel the lumps where her nipples were pushing against the stiff fabric. I wondered how she’d react to another tonguing and gave her lips a little lick. What I got back immediately was a length of flesh that pushed into my mouth like a cow cleaning out an oat trough.

Mrs Dunkley probably had no idea who she was french kissing and just as probably couldn’t have cared by then anyway. I pushed two fingers down between the rolls of flesh squelched up out of the top of the bra and swirled things around a little. The storage rack she was tied to began rattling as she snorted through her nose, then started trying to lick my tonsils again. Mind you, I think that was mostly due to what Will and Jacko were doing around her panties. Mark came crowding in again as well, taking hold of the nipple I’d abandoned only for a second. It was a real gold rush, everybody staking out a claim wherever there was a chance. Not that you could complain, there was more territory going spare there than was in Alaska.

“OK, pull the sweater up a bit,” Jodi told us. “I want her to see this.”

I heaved the bottom of the sweater up clear of Christine’s face. Her eyelids had been closed. They opened though as soon as the light fell onto her flushed cheeks and she stared into my face in a way that seemed to have trouble getting focused. “Oh, Christ, Andy, what are you all doing to me?”

“Getting you ready for a good fucking,” I told her truthfully and the storage racks rattled again as she twitched like a shot rabbit.

“Out of the way, lads.”

We reluctantly moved out of the way. Jodi was naked now, facing an equally naked Linda. They were side on to Christine, looking at her as Linda held Jodi’s stiff cock in her right hand, rubbing it gently as if trying to put a polish on it.

“How about doing this for me, Mrs Dunkley? Would you like to do this for me?”

She didn’t seem to have much difficulty in fastening her gaze on his cock. She was trembling but her voice hardly quivered as she answered.

“Yes, alright.”

Jodi walked over to her. The sight of the opened knife he was carrying had her trembling even more, especially when he held it up close to her.

“Are you right handed or left handed.”

“Right handed.”

He slashed through the tape around her right wrist. She immediately lowered her hand and held his cock just as Linda had done, working his foreskin back and forth in quick movements. Jodi’s knife dropped lower, underneath her bra strap and she gave a little grunt as he cut through it with one quick movement, letting her entire upper works tilt over to one side like a collapsing bridge. Then he moved his face next to the teacher’s and put his lips on hers, his free hand stroking her bottom. I could see her fingers gripping tightly around his cock and that she was squirming around again. Jacko and Will were on either side of Linda, pulling at her neat little tits at the same time as they were trying to get their clothes off as quickly as they could. That seemed like a good idea — in fact they were both good ideas but the lads were having trouble in sorting out their priorities.

Jodi stopped tonguing Christine and leaned back to use his knife again. The other strap fell apart and the bra cups slid halfway down her bust. We stared open mouthed at the size of her partially revealed tits, no lighter in color than the rest of her skin, with a speckling of four or five beauty spots on the upper slopes of the right one, like base camps on the slopes of Mount Everest. Mark — and I swear to God this is true — yelled out “Dam Busters” at the sight of all the tit meat that was spilling out. We pissed ourselves laughing as Ma Dunkley went even redder in the face and even — if you can believe it — even more embarrassed. She still kept pumping away at Jodi’s cock though, not missing a beat. He dropped his knife on the shelf, grabbed the bottom part of her bra and dragged it down until her tits were hanging totally free. We gaped at the sight like tourists seeing the pyramids for the first time.

“OK, take her over to the bars.” Jodi snarled, stepping back, but giving Ma Dunkley’s nips a squeeze to be going on with. They were swollen out to the size of half eaten plums, a natural match for the tits they belonged to. Jodi picked up his knife again and slashed through the tape still securing her left wrist.

“Mark, get another javelin,” he ordered.

I guess we all wondered what was in his mind, but it was a fair bet it was going to be pretty entertaining. Not that we didn’t have entertainment enough, frog marching our now firmly cowed cow of a teacher on her way to the grand finale of a public screwing. I was holding one of her arms and Jacko had the other, still up over her head and still entangled in the sleeves of her jumper. That way the material was down over her eyes again, which was a pity because what Jodi was arranging near the mats was quite a scene.

Not that it mattered much because as soon as we stopped by the mats the first thing we did was to lift the sweater off and throw it aside. Ma Dunkley’s mouth dropped when she saw Linda. A long time ago a section of climbing bars had been taken down from off the gymn wall and stacked away inside the storeroom. Too many kids falling off and hurting themselves I suppose. Anyway, there it was, about eight feet high and ten feet long, leaning against the end wall. And on it, arms and legs outstretched, was Linda, still wearing that school tie and her shoes, but nothing else. Her feet were about three feet off the floor and standing in front of her was Andy, holding the javelin. The back end was tilted down, the sharp end was nestled between the lips of Linda’s cunt. She was staring straight down at Andy’s hands and if Doctor Who’s Time Machine had appeared in the storeroom right then I don’t think she would have even noticed it.

Of course Andy had never thought of that by himself. It was Jodi who’d arranged the scene, just as it was Jodi who was enjoying himself most by watching Ma Dunkley’s reaction. Mark handed him another javelin and Jodi made a mock show out of feeling the tip for sharpness and blowing on it.

“OK, Christine, put your back to the bars and climb up alongside Linda. It’s easily done, just like going up a ladder backwards and plenty of hand grips to help you.” He held up the javelin. “If you think you need any extra incentive, just let me know.”

She was plainly baffled, but certainly not in any mood to argue. She let us push her unresistingly up against the inclined bars, then grunted and puffed as she went up a few bars, until she was level with Linda and in the same position, arms outstretched at the level of her shoulders to keep her balance. There was something of a double crucifixion scene about it, an impression reinforced by the spear-like javelins. Nothing but sinners here though, or at least they would be by the time we’d finished with them.

Maybe the religious thoughts lingered for a moment or two though, because when I looked up at the teacher’s swaying tits I thought it was a pity we couldn’t take her into church and lay her out on the alter at harvest festival time — just the way she was, naked, plump and full of nature’s bounty. Maybe it would have put the Vicar off his sermon but what the hell, it was the thought that counted. Jodi’s next words certainly gave Christine even more to think about.

“Right, let’s have some teat pulling here.”

No problem. It was like a crowded tube train with everybody strap hanging though a lot more interesting. I started off with the only free tit I could get hold of — one of Linda’s, worse luck. Never mind, I also found that her pussy was at just the right height for me to give her clit a good licking and I also had another hand in the complicated maneuvering going on underneath the teacher’s skirt. Perhaps it helped to take her mind off the assorting handling her massive boobs were getting, though not very much. Not judging by the squeals she was making and the way the bars were rattling — you’d have thought a gorilla was shaking them. Linda was doing plenty of squirming and shouting herself. When I let somebody else tongue her and looked up her head was arched back, her mouth hanging open and she was twitching her hips around as if she was being tickled up the twat with a feather duster.

“OK, Andy, fetch the camera.”

Trust me to get stuck with the worst job. Still, somebody had to keep a nicely detailed record of the teacher and her best looking pupil being put through their paces.

When I came back with the Olympus 35 and the flash bulbs both of our victims cried out in protest. That camera was going to be an instrument of fate for them and they knew it. Linda had probably been expecting it from the start but the teacher gave a despairing wail as I started getting in some good exposures.

And it was when we started getting some good exposure of Christine herself that I began to suspect that maybe she had expected to find herself doing some pin up work. Because once the lads had pulled her skirt and girdle off, there were tiny little lilac colored panties underneath her pantyhose. Well, tiny compared to the width of her hips which shook like a Turkish belly dancer’s when Jodi trailed his finger tip along the damp gusset of the panties.

“For God’s sake, Jodi. I can’t stand much more of this,” she moaned. “Don’t keep me hanging around anymore, just fuck me, please!”

Yeah, well, she had a sense of humor, you had to give her that. We grinned at each other, and at Jodie. And Jodie, the bastard, he told the other guys to leave Linda alone for a while and everybody to squeeze Christine’s tits and put their hands up between her legs. While they were doing that he slit the pantyhose on the seams, rolled it down her legs, and then slashed it again until it was in shreds around the top of her boots. It was skilful work, leaving her with nothing on but her sexy panties as hand after hand rubbed her mound of Venus and twiddled with those big nipples. And whilst all that was going on I took snaps of the teacher, some standing back, some in close up with hair all over her face, lips drawn back, mouth open and her teeth clenched like a fox going down underneath a pack of hounds.

Oh yeah, and I also got a couple of nice shots of poor deserted Linda, hanging up next to the teacher and with one of her hands down at her cunt, giving herself a wanking and not caring who took a picture of her doing it. But then I made her stop it, and got another nice shot of her clutching the bars and swearing at us with every filthy word she could think of as we left her on the shelf for a while.

“You rotten bastards, do it to me then, if you’re going to! Fuck me, fuck me!”

“Me as well!” Christine wailed.

That caused some serious laugher before Jodi finally got things back on track by slashing Ma Dunkley’s panties and pocketing them as a trophy. She had a patch of black hair as coarse and curly as a short horn’s forehead and the same kind of bovine stupefied satisfaction as the guys lined up to lick her, with Linda as a side order. If Christine had been swinging her hips before, what she did then would have made her the toast of the Instanbul belly dancers’ academy.

I guess that if you want to talk about tenderizing your meat, that was the time. The meat was hanging up there, fondled, stroked, tongued and their nipples sucked as if it were milking time. The lads were yelling and holding up their fingers in triumph to prove that love juice was coming out of both cunts like honey oozing out of a hive: there was nothing those two hanging on the bars weren’t game for by then and they wouldn’t have cared if they were on the newsreels, let alone any photos I was taking.

Jodi got Linda to stand face to face with the teacher on the bars, her legs on both side of Christine’s, her face against the woman and kissing her in full french style as we fingered both of them like fury. There were yells of approval as they did a full bumps and grind routine against each other. Then we let them down and put them on their knees, side by side. This was the great moment. First Jodi had Linda take his cock in her mouth while the teacher held it steady for her. She was watching the action very closely, although it didn’t last long before Jodi ordered a change over.

No, Christine didn’t hesitate for even the blink of an eye before she was sucking on Jodi’s monster like a vacuum cleaner salesmen demonstrating the latest product. Nothing left on her but her boots, big white arse sticking out, huge tits shaking and her eyes staring up at Jodi as she did everything she could to earn a fuck. She bloody soon got it as well.

“OK, let’s take her,” Jodi ordered.

We threw her on top of the mats and everybody held Ma Dunkley’s legs as far apart as we possibly could. She was shivering and her teeth were chattering as if she was cold, but she wasn’t, not with the exercise she was getting from jerking her honeypot around. She could barely keep it still as Jodi rammed his length into her and then she yelled out like she’d scored a goal at a cup final and called us all shits. Then Mrs Dunkley’s eyes kind of rolled back and she shouted out wildly: “Fuck me, you little bastards, fuck me!”

Somebody else threw Linda across the mats the other way, face down across the teacher’s stomach, and both Jodi and Ma Dunkley were playing with the schoolgirl’s cunt before Will filled it with his cock. During the cross fucking afterwards the teacher kept stroking Linda’s hair and bottom all the time the partners were changing for both of them. Even after all this time I still have to take the photos out sometimes and look at them to believe it really happened.

Afterwards though was even better. Once we’d de-spunked ourselves for the first time in those hot cunts we had an afternoon of cock sucking that was simply amazing. Thank God females talk so much that they’ve all got more muscles in their mouth than anywhere else: without that natural training I don’t think either Linda or Christine would have got through that massive mouth to cock resuscitation session without RSI of the jaw.

It was strictly two on one. Each of us took a turn lying on our back on the mats. Christine and Linda stood on each side of the pile and worked alternatively — two minutes each and they had to touch bottom at least once every turn or get their tits twisted. Just to make it more interesting, the one who was watching had to tell us all about a really good fucking she’d had, or a way she wanted to be fucked. Truth to tell, Linda wasn’t much cop at either. She hadn’t had any major experiences before we’d taken her in hand and she didn’t have much imagination.

Mind you, some of Jodi’s notions combined with a lot of fingering had her going off like a firework display. He was going to sit her on top of a jumping horse, at one end, put a javelin through the hand holes and tie her ankles to it. Another length of rope through the hand holes at the other end, bend her forward, tie her wrists to the ends, and she’d be bent forward like a jockey on a real horse, her bum hanging over the end of the box and not able to see behind her. Then we’d call around all our mates and let them form an orderly queue for a good healthy work out in the gymn. Plenty of hard spanking, plenty of oil and lots of cocks jerking in and out of Linda’s cunt and ass as somebody kept the score on a blackboard she could watch. Magic!

Christine was listening to all this as she was working on Will’s cock, and really giving it her best. But when Jodi said maybe it’d be even better if we mounted the teacher at the other end of the box as well she nearly went into labor on the spot just thinking about it. Will still says he thought she was going to suck his cock out by the roots. He came in her mouth and never saw a drop to prove it. We just about had to drag her off him like pulling a tiger away from a piece of meat. Mark and Jacko were kind hearted enough to finger her cunt, something she desperately needed doing for her by then. It’s the first and only time I’ve ever seen a woman tap dancing during an orgasm — those boots sure were made for coming!

Of course there was no way we could really do anything like that at the school, more’s the pity. It would never have been hushed up and we’d all have been in the deepest shit. But there was no reason at all why we couldn’t do a deal with some of Jodi’s out-of-town mates for a great big party well off the beaten track. Everybody to bring as many cunts as possible, whether willing or getting an offer they couldn’t refuse.

I won’t bore you with all the sordid details but the logistics were neat. Jodi managed to borrow a cattle truck and we cleaned it out until it was spotless, then filled it with clean straw. When we did the rounds to pick the gals, the eager ones and the reluctant ones alike, their eyes nearly popped out when they saw what Cinderella’s coach was.

But that was nothing, nothing at all, compared to the way they looked when we got to the field the rendezvous was arranged for. There must have been forty guys or more waiting on the grass, motor bikes and a few cars parked all over the place. A good job it really was a remote place because most of the fellows were already stripped for action. Pretty sensible because if you took something off in that truck you’d never find it again. Anyway, the male mob gave a great cheer as the truck came into the field. And the sight of all those female eyes staring through the slats in the back of the truck: now that really was an eye-popping occasion. The slats were good though, lots of useful handholds and you could piss out the side whenever you liked. All the girl’s gear went overboard through them as well. And with a ladder and a camera some of the great orgy shots of all time were on offer from any angle you wanted. Yeah, someday I’ll have to tell that story in more detail.

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“Now let’s see what’s next on our agenda!” auctioneer Tom Finch said into the microphone. The thirty or so couples in the audience sat around their tables sipping expensive wine waited a little impatiently for Tom to continue! “Come on, Tommy,” a woman from the back of the room hollered, “let’s get on with it, I’m already dripping like a leaky faucet!!!” There were loud guffaws from all around the room as Tom turned to the crowd and kidded, “Okay, husbands, this next one is gonna make you sick!” “Send out number twenty two!” he asked while looking backstage. Ten seconds later the curtain opened and a tall thin black male with a shaved head made his way to the front of the stage where he waited in a pure white terry cloth bath robe for Tommy to begin! “All right, ladies, get out your check books,” Tom said with a leer, “here we have a genuine black stud ready, willing, and last of all able to satisfy each and every one of your needs!” “I bid two hundred dollars!” Jennifer March shouted out. “I have a bid of two hundred,” Tom nodded, “do I hear three!” “Three,” Marilyn Johnson replied, “I bid three hundred dollars!” “I have three hundred,” Tom announced, “come on now ladies, a night with this young stud is worth at least ten times that!” “How do we know he’s worth it?!” Bonnie Vance shouted out. “Well,” Tommy said with a grin, “let me just show you!!!”

A cute little blonde quickly appeared at the black man’s side, and after getting a signal from Tom Finch, untied the sash allowing the front of the white robe to fall open! There was an immediate gasp from the crowd as the young man’s incredibly huge penis came into view! It wasn’t even hard and must have hung down at least eight or nine inches! “Is that proof enough, Bonnie?” Tom shot back. “I bid a thousand!” Bonnie screamed. As Tommy recorded her bid the young woman casually took hold of the huge penis and began gently caressing it in her small delicate hand! Almost at once it became alive in her hand as it quickly expanded until it was standing proud and tall like a thick three trunk sprouting from the young buck’s groin! “Good god!” Jennifer groaned, “I-it cant’ be real, how big is it!?!” “I’m not sure, Jenny,” Tom replied with a twinkle in his eye. “Why don’t you come up here and measure it!?!” Like a shot the forty year old brunette climbed onto the stage and took the tape measure from Tom’s hand and shakily ran it along the length of the young man’s dick! With her voice cracking she read the tape and announced, “U-unbelievable, eleven and a half inches!!!” That’s right, ladies,” Tommy crowed, “eleven and a half inches of solid black bamboo for your pussy’s enjoyment!” “So what do I bid?!?” “Three grand!” Marilyn moaned. “I have a bid of three thousand from Marilyn Johnson,” Tommy said. “Do I hear any more!?!” The room was quiet, except for the muffled sounds of women sighing, and with a whack of his gavel Tommy Finch announced, “Sold to Marilyn Johnson for the sum of three thousand dollars, the services of Fate James for one night’s pleasure!!!”

They all climbed into the big Caddy for the trip back to the Johnson house. Mike Johnson slid behind the wheel while his wife and Fate James crawled into the back seat! Marilyn giggled a little girl’s laugh as she struggled to extract Fate’s organ from his tight pants! “Come on,” she pleaded, “you gotta help me!” Still a little drunk from all the wine, she fumbled with the zipper before Fate casually helped her out by opening up his fly and pulling out his huge prick. Immediately Marilyn’s head fell into his lap while letting the monster head slide easily into her hungry mouth! Fate moaned softly as the hot mouthed white bitch sucked on his pecker! “She’s a cocksucking marvel, isn’t she?” Mike Johnson chuckled while peering in the rear view mirror. Fate was used to having his meat sucked by over eager white women, but he had to admit that Marilyn was much more than adequate while he managed to gasp, “Y-yessssss, she’s a cocksucking whore!!!”
For the next twenty minutes Marilyn sucked the young stud to ecstasy while her husband took the long route to their home in the suburbs. With less than a half mile to go Mike opined, “Okay, babe, we’re almost there, finish him off!” No sooner than the words gotten out of his mouth before Marilyn threw her mouth into overdrive, bringing her now delirious stud boy to a stunning climax! “H-holy fuck!” he moaned as his fat pecker expelled load after load of hot jizz deep into the white cocksucker’s throat. Marilyn greedily slurped down each blast of cum, being careful not to lose a single drop! Once inside the garage, the hot mouthed dick lover led the shaky legged stud by his pecker into the house!

Once in the living room Mike shouted out, “Anybody home!?!” “I am!” a voice from upstairs replied. “Well get on down here,” Marilyn yelled, “I have a surprise for you!”
A few moments later a cute little eighteen year old blonde literally hopped down the stairs and asked excitedly, “What kind of a surprise?!?” “Just this,” Marilyn said to her wide eyed daughter. “Your father and I both thought it was time you experienced a really big cock!” A rush of anticipation spread through her as her knees weakened at the mere sight of Fate James’ incredible organ. Her mother, still holding it gently in her hand whispered softly, “Happy birthday, dear, I hope you like it!” As if drawn like a magnet to cheap metal little Steffi crossed the room with her eyes locked on the now semi hard erection! “C-can I touch it?” she breathed unevenly. “Of course you may!” Marilyn said with a smile while letting the giant hammer slip from her hand. “It’s all yours!!!

Marilyn joined her husband on the couch as they watched proudly as their one and only daughter was initiated into big cock sex by the towering black stud! Sensing that she was far from experienced, Fate allowed her to play with his rapidly expanding pecker until she got more used to its massive size! “I-it’s really huge, isn’t it?!?” she asked no one in particular. “Yes it is, dear,” her mother replied while stripping off her clothing along with her husband. “Why don’t you help Fate remove his pants and shorts?!?” “Is that all right with you?!?” she asked hopefully. “Sure,” he replied with wide smile, be my guest!” With her hands shaking little Steffi quickly removed the young man’s trousers and boxers leaving his totally naked below the waist! “W-what should I do now?” she asked nervously. “Why don’t you get naked and let me taste your sweet little pussy?” the black giant asked gently. “Oh god, Mike!” Marilyn moaned while watching her daughter get her hairless vagina sucked. “She loves it, just look at her!” The two proud parents both masturbated casually while staring at their cute little girl being eaten alive by Fate James!

Of course Steffi had had her share of self induced orgasms, but this was completely different! Attached to her tight little pussy was a relentless mouth that was literally trying to devour her! “Ohhhhh, m-mommy!” she gasped as her first climax slammed into her willing virginal vagina. “W-what’s happening to me?!?” Marilyn had long since mounted her husband’s thick cock while watching her daughter having her first male induced orgasm! Her own pussy was absolutely on fire, so it took a moment to gather her bearings before moaning softly, “Y-you’re just having a climax dear, isn’t it just heavenly?!?” Steffi’s head rolled to the side, and with a slack jaw expression focused on her mother riding her father’s big cock! “Oh mommy, you’re letting daddy fuck you too!” “Of course I am, dear,” she replied gently. “Now don’t you think it’s time to let Fate pop your cherry???”

Fate’s ears really perked up when he heard Marilyn refer to her daughter as a virgin! He lifted his mouth from her dripping little pussy and asked, “You’re really a virgin, for real?” She nodded her head slowly, filling with trepidation at the though of being impaled by Fate’s massive black organ! He kissed her softly on the cheek while whispering into her ear, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be more than gentle, and that’s a promise!” A small smile spread over her face as the huge black Mandingo maneuvered her into position of the large sofa! With her trim legs spread wide apart Fate slowly pressed his shiny smooth head against her tiny opening! Both Mike and Marilyn looked on in total lust and envy as the huge pecker head slowly slipped into their daughter’s cute little pussy! “Ohhhh, Mommy,” Steffi groaned, “it hurts!” “I know it does, dear,” she replied smoothly, “but only for a little while, you wait, it will get better!” “How is she, Fate?” Marilyn panted. “Is she nice and tight?!?” “Sweet jesus, yes,” he moaned, “she’s got the tightest little pussy I’ve ever fucked!” “Mmmmmm, that’s nice!” Marilyn replied. “Don’t make her wait another second, bury it!!!” “A-are you sure!?!” he stammered. “She’s so fucking small!!!” “She’ll love it,” Marilyn shot back, “now do it, fuck her hard!!!”

Already the little eighteen year old was beginning to tremble as the monster pecker slid further and further up inside of her! It was painful to be sure, but roiled all together with the pain was an intense pleasure! She was just starting to get used to the thickness inside of her when out of the blue Fate shoved his powerful hips forward, forcing all eleven inches of cock balls deep into poor defenseless pussy!!! “Owwwwwwwweeeeeee!!!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Oh god it hurts so fucking bad!!!” Fate momentarily stopped his thrusting to make sure that Steffi was okay, and when he was sure he proceeded to ram her like a bull fucking a heifer!!! In only a matter of a few short minutes Steffi’s screams of pain turned into soft mewlings of pleasure as the thick battering ram became her chocolate colored love stick! “M-mommy,” she gasped, “h-he’s fucking me to death, ohhhhhhhhh fuck, it’s so fucking goooooooood!!!” “Oh god, Mike, look at your little daughter!” Marilyn blithered. “S-she’s getting her pussy plowed but fucking good!!!” Mike watched with a mixture of horror and rapture as his little girl lay on the couch with her legs splayed wide apart as the brutal black pecker jack hammered in and out of her tiny little cunt! Almost immediately his nut sack tightened as his cock erupted deep inside of his wife’s fat wet pussy while at the same time Marilyn threw her head back and shoved her large chest directly into her husband’s face! Greedily Mike took a nipple into his mouth and sucked on it voraciously while the two of them had mutually stunning orgasms!

Fate’s cock was now on automatic pilot as he drove his thick cock in and out of poor little Steffi’s pussy with almost brutal efficiency! Her hips were now bucking up to meet his every thrust, and true to her heritage she was indeed becoming a cock hound of monumental proportions! Even though it was her first cock, and a monster to boot, she was taking it like she it was her hundredth pecker and loving every second of it! Having already experienced her first orally induced climax, she wasn’t quite prepared for the ferocity in which her pussy reacted when it suddenly convulsed wildly around the rapacious invader, inducing the black stud into spilling his white hot seed deep in her burning pit of passion! Instinctively she threw her legs around his hips and locked him into place until all the energy finally ebbed out of them!

There were two stunned couples now gasping for breath while their blood pressures began finally returning to normal!!! With Fate’s big hammer still in her ripe little pussy Steffi sighed, “Thank you mommy, and thank you daddy for the best birthday present a girl could get!” Before Marilyn or Mike could answer Fate James added, “And thank you for a present I’ll never forget!!!”

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Tags:  Oral, Doggy style, straight sex The artwork had arrived, and so had we, the new owner was hot for more than just art. View Author’s Copyright Information

“Yes mamm, George Dawson” I said as I extended my hand for a shake.   “I’m honored that you chose to own not one, but two of my pieces of work.”   The woman looked at me, my smile radiant and friendly, hers equally as warm and cordial as she replied “Nice to meet you, I’m Melissa Johnson, I’ve admired your work for months at the gallery, but never dreamed I’d be able to actually own one *chuckle*, I mean two.   Arisol was so helpful in the decision to get them both done at the same time, she’s told me all about you.”   She turned towards Arisol with a friendly handshake and then a hug and then gushed “How did you manage to get him to come all the way to Washington just to set up the pieces for me?”   Arisol giggled and replied “It wasn’t too hard, it was time for a visit anyway, and this way he could meet you too, you said you’d like to meet the man behind the *chuckle* big pieces of art.”   Melissa turned and led the way to the interior of the house, actually more a mansion than a mere house.   We were escorted to the main living room, which was larger than my entire home in Oklahoma, a vast room about 30 x 50 feet with high vaulted ceiling that rose a good 25 feet at the top rafter.   She said “George, will this room be OK for the pieces, I’m thinking one on either side of the window.”   When she said window, she meant the panes of safety glass that covered the entire 50 foot side of the room, floor to ceiling.   I surveyed the situation and said, yes, there should be enough space to show them off very nicely.  I noticed that she was surveying the ’situation’ as well as I caught her glancing below my belt line.

She struggled around until she had removed her pants, and went to work at relieving me of mine as well.   Sally sat by the passenger door watching the show with a smirk, apparently she had seen enough to know that I wasn’t just the bigger brother any more, now I was the universal soldier of cocks men.   I rose up and let Arisol pull my pants down, as she got a glimpse of the ‘new improved me’ she gasped and flung herself across my lap once again grabbing at my engorged member with her free hand and pulling herself to it.    I felt just how wet she was and how wonderfully tight her pussy was around the head of my tool as she began to take it in, shuddering with each successive inch.   The head penetrated the outer muscles with a pop, her outcry should have forewarned the neighbors of what would follow for the next few days, but luckily the windows were up and her screams were muffled.   She didn’t simply impale herself on my cock, I think mostly because of fear of being hurt, but rather she pulsated up and down on it taking a bit more of the 2 ½ inch thick rod with each stroke.   I sat back in the seat to enjoy her actions, and man did I, she was so damned good at what she did my dick dripped precum and throbbed anxiously with every movement of her supple flesh.   When at last she had engulfed all but a little of it she began to fuck me harder, her strokes long and deliberate as her body gave forth to the spasms of delight.   Not wanting to leave Sally just sitting there watching the fun I reached over and began to finger at her pussy as well, she unfastened her pants again and allowed me to shove two fingers in and out at the same rhythm Arisol was dealing out to me.   At its peak we all were moaning out loudly with the joyous threesome, Sally leaned over and kissed me feverishly on the mouth as Arisol came full force around my cock with a deafening scream. When Arisol had had her fill and could not go any farther she rose up and let my still hard cock flop against my abs, she looked down at it and said “What the fuck kind of exercises have you been doing? That thing is even huger than I remembered.”   I laughed aloud at being asked, but simply replied “Herbal supplements, I was keeping it as a surprise for you, been taking them for six months now” with a final chuckle.   She slapped me on the chest teasingly and replied “Just for me?” with a hearty laugh.   I looked at her with a broad smile and said “Well maybe not just you, but I knew you’d enjoy the treat.”

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Janice’s dream was to one day become a nurse like her mother. She had a
caring personality and wanted to share her love and happiness with other’s, what better
field than being a nurse. She decided that she would first become a Candy Striper,
helping out in the local hospital to gain some valuable experience, and get a jump in
class. She felt she could learn the basics as a Candy Striper, or at least get the
language down. On her first day, the head nurse gave her her uniform and showed her
around the different wards. She would be assigned to the critically ill floor, due
to her desire to go into that field of nursing. On her first day, she became
accustom to the routine and the various doctors, nurses and interns she would be
supporting. She also checked in on all the patients on the floor. One
particular patient caught her attention, Mr. Mark Ellis.

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Mark had been in a serious automobile accident and had gone into a deep coma.
That was a few months ago. Mark was still in a deep coma and all the doctors were
shaking their heads. No one thought, including his family, that Mark would ever open
his eyes again. During the accident he had experienced some very serve head
injuries. The doctors were expecting the worst. And even if he did come out of
the coma, he may have some lasting brain trauma. The family was seriously
considering pulling the plugs. Janice decided she was not going to let this happen.
She would do everything in her power to bring Mr. Ellis out of the coma.
Besides, she had fallen in love with his face. He was a young man in his early
twenties, with gentle elegant features. Janice was determined not to let this angle
slip away.

On the days to follow, Janice sang, talked, read and joked with Mark, with no response.
One night after Janice had come home, she laid in bed racking her head as to what
would bring back this young man, to the world of the living. The idea immediately popped
in her head and she was unable, no matter what logic she applied, to shake it out.
On her next day, she tentatively gave it the ol’girl’s try. She first had to make
sure that the coast was clear. The hospital staff would never have approved her
daring exploit. Being alone in the room, she reached under the bed sheet. It
did not take long to find her target. Taking firm hold of his soft cock, she began
gently stroking it. She had remembered that the gentlest way to wake up a man was to
stroke his penis. Waking up to pleasure was much better than waking up to an alarm
clock or other loud noise. Besides, it always worked with her brothers!

To her surprise, Mark’s cock did respond. It began to grow, ever so slightly.
Not wanting to exercise it too long, she allowed Mark to rest in peace, quietly
slipping from his room. As she went around doing her routine, she thought about her
little break through. The next day she arrived to his room wanting to try something
a little more daring. This time she pulled down the sheets, unsnapping the
front of his pajamas. She pulled out his large cock. She gingerly crawled onto
the bed and placed her head between his legs. She initially started sucking on his
balls, not wanting to put him into shock. Again, the cock responded by getting a
little hard. Next, she placed the partially swollen cock into her mouth. She
sucked the tip, running her tongue under the folds at the tip. As she sucked, she
ran her tongue over the shaft, trying to suck him back to life. His cock again
responded, this time becoming fully erect. Janice continued sucking wanting to fill
her mouth with his cum. She kept looking at the clock, she just didn’t have that
much time. Disappointed, she crawled off the bed, recovering Mark.

As she walked the ward, she kept thinking about Mark’s hard cock, wondering if it would
just remain hard or would it resume its former position. She felt an inner urgency,
not just for herself, but for Mark too! Like there was some black cloud of doom
hanging over his head. After her shift, she snuck back into his room. She
carefully bared the door from the inside, prior to going to work. She was prepared
this time to go all the way, no matter what happened. Janice carefully removed the
sheet covering Mark, to find, to her surprise, that his penis had remained hard. She
quickly undressed, giving herself more freedom. She crawled back on to the bed, and
continued sucking on his cock. His penis filled her whole mouth. As she
stroked and suckled his love lance, she kneaded his balls, sometimes, even slipping her
pinky up his ass. She swore on several occasions, Mark wiggled with pleasure.
She was soon awarded for her sucking, as Mark sprayed his pent up cum straight down her
throat. It was like hitting a oil gusher, as it slapped against the roof of her
mouth, running down her throat. She sucked and swallowed every drop, not wanting any
of it to go to waste.

After he had dumped his load, Janice was hungry for more. She gently teased
his cock back to a solid rock. She unbuttoned his pajama top, teasing his nipples to
attention. She dared not remove his tubes, deciding to kiss his lips around the
equipment. In her eagerness, she forgot that Mark was in a coma, as she shoved his
hard cock deep into her dripping pussy. She rode him hard and even, wanting to place
in first. She reached between her legs, stroking his balls from behind, as she held
on tightly to his chest with her other hand. She bucked and reared trying to
break-in her wild stallion, riding him for the cup. She felt his body tense, as she
rode down the finishing line. Her body bounced and withered as she came, feeling his
second hot load explode deep within. She slowed her riding, wanting to get a second
wind, as Mark’s eyes opened. Mark looked straight at this beautiful chick and her
very naked body. He was a little unsteady and unsure, not knowing exactly where he
was. Looking around he noticed the hospital room and saw the various apparatuses he
was plugged into. Still nothing registered, except he had just fucked or been fucked
by this beautiful creature. He was unaware of his first orgasm, but he was very much
aware of his second, as its tingles still racked over his sensitive body.

Janice looked up sensing movement, she saw Mark looking straight at her. A
particular silly smile clung to his lips, as he tried to talk around the breathing tubes.
Then she heard the noise, someone was banging on the door wanting entrance.
Janice moaned with disappointment, she wanted to take her young stallion for another
ride. Carefully, she crawled off of him, apologizing. Explaining that she had
to let them in. She carefully dressed back into her uniform and straightened up her
disheveled hair. She quickly crossed the room, letting the concerned family and
doctor’s in. They all rushed passed her, demanding an explanation. Janice
stood by Mark’s bedside. Mark tentatively reached out and held Janice’s hand.
A little bit of a memory had come back to him. He remembered driving back from
school during a wild storm. A truck had come from no where, swerving into his
lane. He remembered being hit and his car turning over and over. Then there
was blackness, and he didn’t remember anything until a few moments ago. The doctor’s
took the tubes away from his mouth and he recognized his family. The doctors checked
his pulse and reactions. He seemed perfectly normal, except for the peculiar smile
on his face.

As everyone explained how long he was in the coma and exactly who Janice was, his smile
grew brighter. His family wanted Janice to leave, explaining that Mark needed to
rest. Refusing to allow them to shuffle Janice out, he insisted that they had some
unfinished business. He hadn’t woken to the joys of an orgasm to miss out.
Eventually, after several trying minutes, he was left alone with Janice. He stroked
the stray hair out of her eyes and asked how he could show his appreciation. Janice
just smiled and said, “how about some more exercise, say once a day for the rest of
your life?” Mark started to laugh. It was a warm deep hearty laugh,
“how about taking me for another ride, right now and we will talk more of the future,
later.” Happy to oblige, Janice again undress, slipping casually out of her
uniform. If this was a part of being a nurse, she was a natural…

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It was a cold, blustery January morning and the snow was lightly falling. You
had just left for work but the memory of the night before’s love making session
was still fresh in my mind. You had done everything so perfectly… I simply
could not have asked for anything more. You had managed to so easily bring out
my womanly side so many times.

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The longer I sat there thinking about the night before, the warmer I seemed
to get until I could no longer contain myself. Slowly I walked into our love
nest where I put on my favorite garter, stockings, and heels. As I got dressed
I could still feel your loving touch from the night before. Simply thinking
of your hands upon my body led my passion level to rise even higher and higher
until I found myself lightly caressing my own body. Suddenly I felt all my nerves
come alive… I closed my eyes and could imagine your touch as a fire arose
within me. This was passion beyond compare!

Sitting there on the side of our bed, loving my own body, imagining your touch,
I could no longer control my own urges…

Reaching into the night stand drawer, I got out our favorite toy. Laying it
upon the bed, I slowly lowered my body onto the silk sheets. Slowly I began
riding our favorite love toy. All the while my hands were caressing my ample
bosom, as the joy of your imagined touch overtook me.

By now I was totally oblivious to my surroundings, and thus I was unaware that
you returned home and came upstairs. There you stood watching me and the bliss
that I was bringing upon myself. Of course my eyes closed as I lay there imagining
that I was making love to you.

As you watched my pleasure continue to rise, you cleared your throat. The noise
of which startled me, causing me to stop.

You whispered, “Please don’t stop on my account dear… I love watching you
pleasure yourself!”

Ever so wickedly I smiled back at you, as I started my ride again, this time
with you standing there watching me.

Oh how the passion was overwhelming me… Knowing that you were pleased and
content just standing there watching me I managed to bring complete bliss upon
myself. Then suddenly I noticed that you were naked, and stroking yourself while
watching me. Seeing this turned me on even more.

Quietly I asked you to come to the edge of the bed. Then as I continued to
pleasure myself, I gently replaced your hand with mine, and started to stroke
your manhood. Now I could feel your manliness growing in the palm of my hand.

Once you had become completely hard, I leaned over and took your hardness to
my lips. Slowly I teased the tip of your hard cock with my tongue, still riding
my toy. Grasped your hardness, I let it slide into my mouth, savoring every
inch as it slid slowly into my warm, wanting mouth.

As I was overtaken by passion I began sucking on your cock like a crazed woman.
No longer was I the sweet lover that you thought you knew, but now I was transforming
myself into “your slut” right there, before your eyes.

Suddenly I stopped orally pleasuring you and moaned, “Fuck me baby, I need
your cock inside of me now. Please… Fuck me hard, I want to cum with you.”

With those few words you pushed me onto my back… You were so strong and domineering,
and with just one quick thrust, you buried yourself deep inside of me and began
fucking me like a wild animal. God, it was so primal! My moans turned into squeals
of delight, then suddenly they became animalistic screams. You were fucking
me so hard and it felt so good! My tits were bouncing to and fro and your thrusts
were so deep, and so hard.

Suddenly I began screaming. “Yes! Oh yes! Fuck me baby… Fuck me!”

An animalistic grunt exited your lips, and I knew that you were about to explode.
With a fiery fury I pushed my hips back into you… I yearned to explode with
you!

Then suddenly, sounds of primal ecstasy filled the room as we came, we exploded
together. The fireworks were better than any Fourth of July celebration!

As you finished cumming you rolled me over on top of you. By now both of us
were sweating and breathing so hard…

We began kissing passionately… Your manhood was still buried deep within
the walls of my pussy. Gengly you began placing soft kisses upon my tits, and
little nibbles upon my very hard nipples.

As our bodies began to come down from the high that we had just experienced
you smiled up at me, wickedly. Whispering in my ear you say, “Thank God I forgot
my keys!” and both of us giggle like little kids who were up to something very
naughty!

Then with me on top of you, you picked up the phone and called in sick. The
rest of the day is spent with us making wild, passionate love. After all, what
better way is there to spend a cold January day?!?!?!

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Tags:  straight sex, love, romance,  Welcome to the first part of Douglas and Nicola’s rollercoaster love story… i.

Douglas Roberts was away on a month-long business trip, and his girlfriend was missing him already. It was Saturday, normally a night spent playing Scrabble or horsing around with their ‘kids’-a shih tzu named Albrose, a labrador named Pasha along with two cats, Bella Luna and Riley. Instead, Nicola Forth found herself ambushed by her sisters Trish and Ellie. Knowing just how badly she was missing Douglas, the two had arrived at her doorstep with board games, a massive bowl of macaroni salad, an extra-large pack of treats…and a bottle of vanilla vodka, her absolute favorite. Now, three hours later, she smiled to herself as she put the last of the load into the dishwasher anad hummed a little tune. Trish and Ellie had gone home; to be more precise, Ellie had taken Trish home-the latter had knocked off one-fourth of the vodka on her own, turning into an incohorent, drunk diva. Out of the corner of her eye, Ellie’s fire-red purse glinted from under the baby grand piano, and Nicola had to laugh. She picked it up and set it down on the coffee table, making a mental note to call her sisters about it first thing in the morning.

“Albrose! Pasha!” At the sound of their names, the pups came running, little Pasha bounding to keep up with the much older Albrose. Nicola smiled and took them both in her arms, carrying them over to their corner of the flat and tucking them in. “Enough excitement for one night, you two,” she laughed as Pasha clumsily tried to climb off his bed. Douglas had brought Riley with him, so it was just Bella Luna in the massive wicker basket on the other end. The snarky kitten had gone to bed right after dinner and was still out like a light when Nicola peered into her space. I should probably get some work done, she thought to herself, turning down the lights.

She had just settled into the overstuffed chair in their office when the doorbell rang. Glancing at the clock, Nicola frowned. There was no way that could be Trish; Ellie lived a good hour and a half away, and hardly fifteen minutes had gone by since they left. “Who is it?” Nicola called out, giving herself a once-over in the mirror. Her lush brown curls were caught up in a long, messy french braid and she was still in the little red dress she’d thrown on earlier.
“Flowers for Nicola Forth!” came the muffled reply.

Nicola smiled. This is just like him. As usual, his timing was impeccable; she had no doubt he had somehow sensed that she had been missing him big time. That was one of the many things they shared; a unique bond that, if you believed in such things, was practically a psychic connection. He had an inane habit of spoiling her silly anytime he was away from her for long periods of time.

She opened the door and gasped. Right in front of her was one of the biggest boquets she had ever seen. Nicola estimated there must’ve been about three dozen long-stemmed white roses in that arrangement, neatly framed by a big heart-shaped balloon and accentuated with…a stuffed mushroom? Closer inspection revealed that the mushroom strongly resembled the tip of one’s penis. The horny little devil! Laughing, Nicola took the boquet from the delivery man who had been absolutely dwarfed by the massive arrangement and set it down by the foyer table.
“Thank you so much, where do I-” she began, turning back towards the man at the door. He had disappeared! Nicola frowned. That was odd, she thought to herself. She bolted the door shut and picked up the massive bouquet. I should put these in the living room, she mused.
She set the basket on the mahogany coffeetable…and jumped with a start at the unmistakeable sound of Douglas’ voice.
“Hello, darling.”

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Her words caught in her throat when she saw him. He was sitting on their plush red couch casually, as if he’d been there all night. Blinking, Nicola stood rooted to her spot on the floor for what seemed like an eternity. “Douglas! What brought you home so early?” she finally managed to ask. He smiled, holding his arms out to her, and she settled onto his lap almost immediately. Cradling her face between his hands, he kissed her sensually; instantly, her arms wrapped around his neck and she was pressing against him teasingly.
Sampling her lips with slow, unhurried kisses, feeling her body nestle against his, he smiled against her lips. “I missed you, my Nicola.”
Her skin was prickling with his every kiss. “I missed you too, love,” she whispered.

Lifting her gently from his lap, he set her against the soft cushions of the couch, and got to his feet. His eyes hot and hungry on hers, he began to unbutton his shirt. Nicola bit her lip and drew in a sharp breath. She had missed him so much that even if they’d ended up simply going to bed, she wouldn’t have cared. “What’s on your mind?” she asked teasingly, a twinkle in her eye.
“Oh, not much,” he answered with a sly grin.
Nicola nodded. “Shall I draw your bath, then?” she began to get up off the couch, but he leaned down and kissed her hard.
“My Nicola, do you want me to admit that I want nothing more than to make love to you?” he asked in mock horror.
“Oh you do, do you?” Nicola grinned, leaning back onto the couch. Without taking her eyes from his, she slinked out of the dress, revealing her equally red bra-and-panty set.
She bit her lip and fought back a laugh as his shirt ripped in two separate pieces. “Damn it,” he sighed with a sparkle of amusement in his eyes. “It’s more fun when I tear your shirts off.” The torn fabric fell to the floor as he undid his belt and pulled it free.
“Fun until you get your credit card bills back from buying me new clothes again,” she teased, fighting desperately to keep from leaping off the couch and onto him.
“A small price to pay,” he shot back with a soft smile, dragging his trouser’s zip down. A sudden movement, and they fall to the floor as well - he stepped out of the them and approached her slowly, only clad in the blue cotton of his shorts.

She took a deep breath and clutched the pillows nearest to her. Glancing at his shorts, she tried to ignore the raging erection straining against it. Too late; she could already feel her cunt starting to get ridiculously wet. Shaking her head, she smiled. “I’m glad you think so. I was beginning to get worried that all that shopping would kill your credit limit.” There’s a predatory spark in his eyes as he knelt on the couch next to her and kissed her deeply, pushing her back into the cushions until she was flat on her back and his breath was hot and sweet on your lips. “Fuck,” he whispered hungrily, “my credit limit.”
“No,” she managed to gasp while wrapping her arms around him and enjoying the feel of his lips on hers, “fuck me.”

iii.

His kiss was merciless, his tongue pressing deep into her mouth and summoning a small sigh of pleasure from between their lips. His fingers brushed the insides of her thighs, slow strokes drawing ever closer to the moist cleft of her sex, his rampant cock pressing hard against her outer thigh. She slowly ran the tips of her fingers down his back, nails gently scratching. Spreading her thighs a little wider, a shiver ran down her spine as she desperately attempted to keep calm despite her overwhelming desire to have him in her. His fingers found their way to the crotch of her panties, stroking hard against the slick silk, feeling the evidence of her arousal. Another touch and he’d found the swell of her clit, the wet silk of her panties slipping easily over the prominent nub. “Oh yes,” she hissed at the microsecond his fingers brushed against her clit. Her breasts strained against her bra, the nipples erect and prominent against the flimsy silk.

Breaking their kiss with a soft growl of desire, Douglas lowered his head to her throat, kissing her sweetly and intensely. He rubbed harder against her clit, knowing that the touch of the warm, wet silk was exquisite torture. He could feel her juices drench the thin fabric as her arousal increased, and that only made him want her more. She moaned loudly, and raised her hips, urging him on, spreading her legs even wider. Amidst ever-more indulgent kisses, he dragged her underwear down over the smooth, delectable curve of her thighs. It took only a moment to pull them off entirely, and he let them fall to the floor as he removed his shorts. The air is warm and sweet on her exposed cunt, and his mouth drifts over her skin in a sweet assault that feels as though it will never end.

A series of disparate sensations somehow run together into a single, fluid, sensual wave that washes over her: his weight shifts lightly against her, her wide-spread thighs around his hips; his mouth is once more sweet and sinful on hers; his right hand brushed over her bra, teasing her flesh and the hard prominences of her nipples; and finally, exquisitely, the swollen tip of his cock pressed against her, spreading her labia wide and sinking into her. “Fuck yes!” she screamed, digging her nails into the cushions below her as the walls of her pussy immediately tightened around his cock.

He kissed her harder; touched her harder; fucked her harder - a relentless desire that couldn’t be sated, that had to be indulged and given free rein until their final ecstasy. He fucked her with long, deep strokes, retreating almost to the mouth of her cunt with each stroke before slamming back into her, filling her perfectly, his flesh pounding again and again into her every hidden recess. All of a sudden he felt her tremble, and he knew that this was a telltale sign that she was about ready to burst. “Come for me, Nicola,” he breathed against her lips, his voice dark and rich and seductive. “Come for us!” he paused in his thrusts to grind his hips against hers, working the root of his prick against her engorged clit, kissing her hard.

iv.

Something in his voice pulled the trigger, and before she knew it hot torrents of cum were gushing out of her like she was a broken dam. Even as her orgasm exploded through her, he continued to fuck her, thrusting his prick into her spasming cunt with powerful, purposeful strokes. Just when she thought it was over, she felt a second orgasm building…then a third…a fourth…a fifth…”Yes, Douglas, yes!” she screamed in between moans and groans of absolute ecstasy.

Finally, he could take no more - the perfect union of their bodies was too much, and he felt his own orgasm rising in time with hers. He moaned with ecstasy as he felt the moment approaching faster and faster. “Come for me, lover,” she hissed urgently as her sixth orgasm shook her system. He gritted his teeth, hissed with pleasure and groaned as his sperm erupted into her, surge after surge filling her, spilling from her with her own hot juices as his arms pulled her closer to him, kissing her with more passion and desire than he ever thought possible. “I love you,” she managed to breathe, heart pounding and head spinning.
“I love you too,” he whispered between kisses, breathless and trembling with the fury of their shared passion.

Without a word she gently pushed him until he was under her, and she crawled over and took his rock-hard cock in her mouth, leaving her crotch directly above his lips. With a groan of desire, he eagerly began to kiss her wet cunt, thrusting his tongue into her depths, tasting the unique cocktail of their shared essences. She took his cock all the way into her mouth and as her throat closed around the tip, she gasped and moaned, struggling to maintain her composure as his tongue made its way inside her.

His passion rising once more, he rubbed two thick fingers against her gaping cunt, drenching them in her slippery juices then slowly working them into her asshole, twisting them slowly into her as his tongue lapped at her clit. She slipped his cock out of her mouth and began suckling on his balls, her teeth grazing them just a little. He began to finger-fuck her ass properly, forcing the thick digits deeper into her hole with every thrust - and all the while, he was suckling, nibbling, teasing and tasting her dripping cunt, his face sopping wet with her abundant juices, his cock hard and throbbing with his unquenchable passion for her. She began to writhe as her asshole tightened around his fingers; her breathing turned shallow. His mouth was everywhere, driving her towards a dizzying ecstasy without mercy or hesitation - and the profane pleasure of his fingers violating her ass, fucking her hard and deep, only added to the illicit surge of lust.

v.

Her body collapsed under his spell, unable do anything…she called out his name again as she unleashed her seventh and eighth orgasm. He licked, sucked, fucked and stretched, drawing upon every scrap of knowledge he had of her beautiful, luscious body, dedicated only to her pleasure, forcing her deeper and deeper into the incandescent joy of her own come. Her body can hardly take the excitement as three more orgasms burst from her in succession. She spread her legs as wide as she could as wave after wave of hot, sticky cum gushed all over his face, neck and even the cushions..

Finally, there is nothing more he can do but hold her, his arms around the small of her back, cradling her as the last tremors of her pleasure quaked and raged through her flushed body. With her final orgasm fading into oblivion for the night, she snuggled against him, their bodies fitting together as always as if they were made to be that way. He held her tightly, resting her head against his chest, content to bask in the afterglow of their desire, united by love.

“Happy anniversary,” he whispered gently, wondering if she would hear the words before she fell into an exhausted slumber. The rise and fall of her chest told him she probably hadn’t, and he smiled. It could wait. He would tell her in the morning.

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Anna had been a roommates and friends with Joey for a while now but things definitely got more intimate today. While Anna was getting ready for her steamy bath, her roommate “accidentally” came in. He was only wearing a pair of briefs that didn't hide his rock solid cock very well. The two had been flirting a lot but now it was time to take things to the next level. Anna takes off her friends underwear and starts to stroke his cock with her soft hands. His cock is extremely hard and she loves playing with it in her hands. She licks it a little, but it's her hands that are doing all the work. The little adventure ends when Joey shoots his loads of hot cum all over her boobs. I have a feeling this won't be the last we see of these too.

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Thinking of the perfect gift is always hard when you want it to be just the right one for that special someone in your life. My husband’s birthday is next week and I still haven’t found the perfect gift for him yet. His favorite past time second to sex is hunting. I decided to pick up one of his hunting magazines and see if it would give me some kind of idea. I started to read an article about a beautiful hunting lodge in Pennsylvania, where there was plenty of white tail dear to hunt. I realized this would make a great gift. He’s been overworked lately at the office and under a lot of stress. He will never expect a surprise trip like this.

I called and booked the hunt for the following week. They were very friendly and helpful there, they gave me all the details, and he will have 5 full days of peaceful hunting. I have never gotten into hunting with him; I enjoy staying back and catching up on my reading. This lodge appears to be a beautiful place just for that. I called my husband at work and told him we are going on a trip next week, don’t ask and questions and just trust me. He sounded surprised and hesitant for a moment and finally just replied “okay”.

The morning of our departure finally arrived; my husband still had no idea where we were going. Nothing went right that morning, first our friends were late picking us up for the airport, we finally got on the road, and traffic was a nightmare. We finally reached the airport without much time to spare and realized I forgot my own luggage. The lady at the airline counter was very rude which did not help my mood. During the check in process it was discovered they messed up on our seating assignment and we were not sitting together or even close. After speaking to a supervisor, they finally were able to make some adjustments and seat us together. We were then directed to our gate after spending 15 minutes trying to get through the metal detectors and figure out why my husband kept setting the alarm off! Just as I begin to feel this trip was a mistake, we finally get through the metal detectors and arrive at our gate. We were one of the last ones to board as we were late arriving. Once inside and seated, we took a deep breath and looked at each other with pure relief. I really hope things start looking up from here.

Our flight lasted almost 6 hours and it was uneventful. By now my husband knew we were going to Pennsylvania obviously, however he still had no idea why. After getting his luggage, we went to the car rental counter and rented a nice SUV. I asked an employee if he was familiar with the hunting lodge and showed him the address. The employee was very familiar with it, even stated how beautiful it was there. He gave me directions which seemed easy enough however after the morning I just had, I didn’t want to jump the gun and get excited yet.

We arrived at the lodge without any difficulty. My husband saw the name of the lodge and realized what type of lodge it was, his face immediately lit up as I leaned over to give him a kiss and tell him Happy Birthday. I knew instantly I had found the perfect gift for him. He suddenly stopped and said “I can’t hunt, I don’t have my bow”, I just smiled and told him “I had your bow and hunting equipment shipped here 2 days ago with the hope you wouldn’t notice it missing from home”. He kissed me and reminded me of what a lucky guy he was.

A very handsome man which appeared to be in his late thirties or very early forties came over and introduced himself as George, our guide for the trip. I noticed immediately how handsome of a guy he was. He didn’t dress fancy, jeans and a t-shirt, but they looked great on him! He had dark hair and a medium build. He had very mysterious eyes that I found myself getting lost in. As I diverted my attention back to my husband, I realized both him and my husband noticed my thoughts were somewhere else, I felt my face get red with embarrassment. George suggested a tour of the property after we had a chance to get settled in our room. He led us to our room so we could freshen up and leave the luggage. This reminded me, I didn’t have any luggage and would need to find a place to go shopping and buy a few things. I asked George if there was a mall nearby, he said the nearest one was about an hour away. I told him my predicament and he suggested having Suzie the lodge receptionist take me to the mall while my husband and him spent some time going over plans for the next 5 days. This was a great idea to me! We made plans to go in about an hour.

Suzie was a very pleasant person to be with; she was a little younger than I with long dark hair and green eyes. She was very attractive with a sweet personality. We talked quite a bit on the way to the mall as she shared quite a bit about her personal life. She had ended a relationship about a year ago and was still single and looking for Mr. Right.

I was able to find everything I needed including a very sexy black see thru negligee; I know this one will drive my husband crazy! Suzie and I continued to talk on the way home and made plans to spend some more time together while the boys were out hunting.

That night at the dinner table, I found it hard to take my eyes off George. I loved the way he made those jeans look like they were made for him personally. His eyes were so mysterious; I couldn’t draw my attention away from him for a single moment. I could only hope my husband didn’t notice. My husband was telling stories of previous hunts he had been on and was having a really good time doing so. By now George was staring at me as much as I was him. I felt a warm feeling rush through my body like a high school girl with her first crush. I also felt my pussy begin to get moist and throb, George was now starting to excite me in other ways. I didn’t understand what was going on with me; I had not been with any other man since I met my husband. Now there was this handsome stranger and all I could think of was wanting to spend more time with him.

The next morning, the men headed out early for their first day of hunting. I went downstairs about 7am and found Suzie eating breakfast with a few others. I sat down as Suzie introduced me to the others at the table. We chatted for awhile during breakfast, when I was finished I excused myself from the table and went upstairs to take a shower.

As the hot water flowed down my body and over my breasts, I began thinking of George. I felt my nipples begin to get hard and my clit throb. I slowly ran my fingertips around each of my nipples, pinching each one gently; this sent a feeling of pleasure through my body. I continued to run my hands along my body stopping at my pussy which was throbbing and very wet. I slowly began to rub my hard clit back and forth causing myself to let out a moan. I then stuck one finger inside my wet hole slowly fucking myself; I then stuck a second finger inside causing even more pleasure to rush through my body. I fingered my wet hole vigorously going deeper and harder each time.

My thoughts were on George and imagining him between my legs eating my pussy, this took me into an almost instant orgasm as my knees buckled and my pussy began to quiver, the wave of pleasure shot through my body as my orgasm began to build. Just then I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer and came with such force as I let out the most satisfying moan of pure pleasure. I tried to catch my breath and gather myself once again. I slowly took the fingers I used to fuck myself with and sucked my sweet nectar off of them while thinking to myself George has never tasted anything as sweet as I.

I then remembered the dildo I picked up yesterday while shopping with Suzie. I found it in a great adult store near the mall, they had so many great toys in there, I could have spent all day and would have loved to buy one of everything however, I decided on one 8 inch dildo.

Just as I was about to exit the bathroom, I saw Suzie standing there staring at me as she fingered her own pussy. She could tell I was startled and responded by apologizing to me for scaring me. She said she had come up to ask me if I would like to go shopping today at a great new clothing store. She said when I didn’t answer the door, she proceeded to open it to make sure I was okay and then noticed me in the shower and froze. She said she became excited watching me finger myself and give myself an orgasm. She was really feeling turned on and didn’t understand it because she had never thought of being with a woman before.

I myself had never been with a woman before either however, I had to admit watching Suzie stand there and finger her wet pussy turned me on. I invited her to sit on the bed; we both just sat there for a second and stared at each other. I went to reach for a strand of her hair and she grabbed my hand kissing it gently and licking the fingers I had just fingered myself with.

She said she was dreaming of tasting my cum as she watched me lick my fingers in the shower.

I found myself getting wet all over again as she sucked my fingers, it sent a chill down my spine and a feeling of excitement I can’t explain. I reached up and felt one of her breasts feeling that her nipples were already rock hard as my own. Her breasts were a little smaller than mine, she was probably a B cup as I am a C cup, her breasts were hard and round perfect in shape. I rubbed her nipple through her top then started to slowly unbutton her blouse one button at a time exposing soft pink nipples ready for more attention.

After removing her top and her bra, I took one of her nipples into my mouth running my tongue around it teasing it. I felt her body tense and her back arch as she let out a slight moan. I started to suck on her nipple gently biting it once in a while; this caused her to moan a little louder. I eased her back to a laying position on my bed as I started to unbutton her jeans. I was able to slide her jeans off only leaving her in a pair of black lace panties. I slipped my hand into them working my way down to her wetness. I could instantly feel the heat of her pussy and the throb, the need for pleasure. My fingers found her hole; I started out rubbing her clit back and forth feeling her juice everywhere my finger moved. I started to run my tongue down her stomach and around her naval as I slowly eased my finger into her wet pussy. Her moans almost became cries now of pure pleasure. I felt my own tight pussy getting very wet and throbbing with much force. I can’t remember ever feeling this erotic, I was on fire!

I continued to run my tongue around her abdomen area slowly making my way down inch by inch until my tongue rested between her legs. I gently spread her lips and slowly ran my tongue around her clit tasting her wetness, I continued to run my tongue around her clit area then slowly into her wet hole, just then she let out a loud moan and her body stiffened as she begged me to eat her pussy. I began to fuck her pussy with my tongue causing her to scream out in complete sexual pleasure. I would stop long enough to suck her clit and then fuck her again with my tongue.

She started saying she couldn’t hold back much longer just as I grabbed my new dildo and slowly inserted it into her ass as I continued to eat her pussy. I started out slow with the dildo and then more rapid, her body was becoming out of control as I began to fuck her with the dildo even faster getting it deeper into her ass each time. She began to scream “I’m cumming”, just then I tasted a flow of warm sweet cum run out of her pussy and into my mouth. I continued to lick teasing her now very sensitive clit.

Just then there was a knock at my bedroom door, both of us frozen in place. The voice yelled out, “Mrs. Carney are you in there”? I recognized the voice; it was George, sweet handsome George! I asked him to hold on a moment. Suzie was scared, she didn’t want to get caught and lose her job. In my heart I knew George was just too sweet of a guy to to get an employee, like her, fired. I told her to just calm down and relax and gave her my husbands robe to put on. I slipped my own robe on and opened the door.

I don’t think shock would quite describe George’s face as he looked into the room, his eyes moving from Suzie and back to me. I invited him to come in; he mumbled something about my husband staying out with the others for awhile and wanted to let me know so I wouldn’t worry.

I asked him again to please come in and reached for his hand to lead him into my room. He admitted he didn’t feel comfortable being there, however I looked down and saw a huge bulge in his jeans. I just smiled and pulled him into the room.

I admitted to him, as I started to rub his cock, that I found him to be extremely sexy and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him from the time we got there. He blushed and told me how beautiful I was. Suzie walked over and helped me lift his t-shirt off, after that I unbuttoned his jeans as Suzie unzipped them. We finally got him out of his jeans and boxers and there stood a very stiff cock just waiting for some fun.

I started to stroke his cock as George took my face and began to kiss me passionately, our tongues teasing each other and enjoying each others taste. He began to slowly kiss my neck and behind my ear, sending me into a sexual frenzy. Suzie and I took each of his hands and led him to the bed. He stood at the end of the bed as Suzie and I began to suck his hard cock. I started out teasing the head of his dick as she would suck each of his swollen balls, then we took turns sucking every inch of him savoring the taste of his pre-cum. I took my tongue and licked up some precum off the tip of his cock and Suzie sucked it off my tongue.

George reached down taking my long hair gently into his hands and then grabbing my head pushing his cock deep into my mouth, I could feel him touching my tonsils, I wanted every inch of this man!

As I continued to suck his dick, Suzie made her way between my legs and began to suck and lick my wet pussy. This almost made me cum instantly however I fought the urge; I wanted to hold on a little longer. Suzie continued to lick and suck my clit and then stuck her tongue deep into my hole fucking me with it hard, I felt myself starting to loose control as I exploded, sweet warm cum came pouring out of my pussy and into her mouth.

Just then George leaned down and started to taste my sweet juices licking and savoring every bit of it. When he stood up again, I took his hard dick back into my mouth sucking every inch of him, suddenly the door opened and there stood my husband holding his bow and a look of pure shock on his face!

None of us moved at first, suddenly Suzie walked over to him and led him by the hand back to the bed. Suzie pushed him down on the bed and told him to relax and enjoy the fun. She then unzipped his pants and took his now semi hard cock into her hand as she nelt down. She started licking his cock up and down the length of his shaft. He quickly became as hard as I had ever seen it.

I started to suck Georges dick again as my husband just stared at me, his facial expression changed from shock to pleasure as quickly as his dick got hard. As he was having his dick sucked by Suzie he watched me suck Georges and just gave me a big smile.

George was in his own world of pleasure enjoying the feeling of me sucking his cock. I could taste more and more pre-cum and knew it wouldn’t be long before he blew a nut in my mouth. I told him I wanted him to explode in my mouth, I let him know I wanted to taste and swallow every last wonderful drop of him.

I turned to look at my husband who had since lost some of the interest in me and had more on Suzie. She had already taken his pants off of him sucking his hard cock and fingering her own wet pussy. She was taking his entire shaft into her mouth and each time her tongue would lick his balls.

I felt George stiffen and take in a deep breath, just then he let out a huge moan and pulled his cock away from my mouth just as his cock started spraying cum onto my tits, I grabbed his cock and forced it into my mouth sucking each drop and savoring his wonderful taste. I wanted more of this man; I looked up into his eyes and asked him to fuck me.

I could hear my husband moaning behind me as the sound of Suzie sucking his cock became louder and fiercer.

George bent me over the bed and slowly pushed his cock into my tight wet pussy. He started out putting in one inch at a time, and oh he felt so good! Finally he got his entire cock into my tight hole and began thrusting back and forth moving slow then suddenly faster leaving me wanting more of him.

I turned just as I heard Suzie moan and saw her on top of my husband riding him like a wild bull. My husband’s eyes were shut tight taking deep breaths and trying not to moan out loud. Suzie was moaning loud at this point and I could see her pussy dripping juice down my husband’s balls.

Watching another woman fuck my husband turned me on so much! I began to tell George to fuck me harder; I suddenly wanted him deep and wanted him to pound my wet pussy even harder.

George began to lose control and started to moan and yell, “you’re pussy is so tight”! “I want to cum in your tight pussy”!

At this point I couldn’t hold back any longer and I let go and screamed a sound of pleasure as I came all over Georges cock, drenching his dick and balls, just then George lost control himself and shot a hot load of cum deep into my pussy. I felt wave after wave of hot cum shoot inside my pussy as he came for the second time. I moved out from in front of George and took his cock into my mouth sucking the last of the cum off his cock, and cleaning all of my sweet juices from his shaft.

We both lay together watching Suzie fuck the shit out of my husband. My husband flipped Suzie over onto the bed driving his cock deep into her pussy pounding her like there was no tomorrow causing Suzie to scream out in complete sexual satisfaction, by now my husband was no longer holding back his own moans either. My husband began to pound her fast and hard taking his cock as deep as it would go, Suzie let go and exploded all over his cock and balls just as he let go as well and came deep into her pussy.

I went over to my husband and took his cock and shoved it into my mouth sucking his cock clean and savoring his wonderful taste as well. I can’t remember the last time either of us came as hard as we did today.

Suzie took my husband by the hand and led him to the shower where they soaped and felt each other up. George made his way down to my dripping pussy and slowly started to run his tongue around my swollen clit, sucking then licking and teasing. I was tired however I wanted more of him so I just laid back and enjoyed the wonderful feeling. He began to eat my pussy fucking me with his tongue, sticking it in deep then sucking my clit and licking around my hole, this began to drive me crazy as I grabbed his head and shoved it into my pussy begging him to take me. He continued to eat my pussy until I once again had a mind blowing orgasm and came right in his mouth. This time I made him share my sweet nectar with me.

Later that evening after having time to relax and catch our breath, we all agreed on one thing, we would make this trip a ritual every year, plus George and Suzie would come out to our home once a year and spend a week experiencing more mind blowing sexual pleasure!

My husband leaned over kissing me hard on the mouth thanking me for the best birthday present a man could dream of. Maybe I should start thinking of other surprises for him, I sure enjoyed this one!!

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Jina was just sitting in her house watching some TV when her boyfriend let himself into the house. It doesn't take very long for these 2 to get busy right there on the floor. This barely legal teen girl shows just how good she is at sucking cock and get fucked!

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Instead of going out last night, me and a couple of my girl friends decided to take a break from chasing guys. Instead, we planned a sleepover, eating too much junk food and watched a movie. But it wasn’t long after the opening credits that things took a very interesting twist.

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I’ve had a few lesbian adventures, but this is one I’ll never forget. We took turns going down on each other, using vibrators and dildos to satisfy each other and making sure everyone was getting pleasured all the time.

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This is a story that had all of us shaking our heads. This guy owns a diner where all the local kids come for their dates and to relax after classes. He hired this cute teen girl over a year agao and has been wanting to have sex with her the entire time. Shortly after she had her 18th birthday the 2 of them hooked up and fucked at his house and he told one of our photographers about it. We talked to them and they both agreed to do it one more time for our cameras and for a nice check. This girl definitely enjoys his cock and we were all surprised by just how enthusiastic she was yummying down on this old guys bone.

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There is nothing sexier then 2 girls together naked and very into one another. But when they are barely legal teen girls licking each others pussy and playing with each others firm titties it is even better! These teen hotties are just starting to learn about sexuality and they are discovering that they really like the taste of their friends pussy.

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Never having been a techie I was leary on meeting people on the Internet, but I was lonely and needing some companionship and joined a chat room to do just that–chat.  Well, one evening I was in the room and in pops a man with a marvelous sense of humor.  I sat alone in my living room and laughed at his comments.  I sent him a private message and asked him where he’d been all my life.  He replied, “right here, where have you been?”

Never in my life had I been so bold.  I couldn’t help myself.  Perhaps it was the anonimity of the computer, but I was becoming addicted to this man.  I spent my day’s off attached to my laptop, wondering if he was going to be online too. 

Our conversations were sweet and gentle, that wonderful time a couple goes through, getting to know each other.  I learned he was divorced.  He learned I was single.  We both had been hurt bad in our past relationships.  I also learned he didn’t live anywhere near me.  One evening he asked me if I would offended if he asked for my phone number.  I figured, what the hell, if he turns out to be a real flake, I’ll just change my phone number and that will be that.  That was three years ago now. 

That first night on the phone we talked all night.  I couldn’t believe we were still talking as the sun came up.  We didn’t want to hang up, for fear the magic would be gone.  It was over a year before we exchanged pictures via email.  By then, I was hopelessly in love with this man. 

My vacation time came and I asked him if he would like some company.  I had saved all my overtime cash and had enough to purchase a ticket to Seattle to go and visit him.  He was as excited over my pending vacation as I was.  Once again, I couldn’t believe that this was me, travelling halfway across the country to visit a man I met on the Internet.  My friends thought I had taken leave of my senses. 

The day I left on my vacation, I sat in the airport of my hometown and the butterflies in my stomache were lurching like they were playing volleyball!  I was so excited, I couldn’t wait to be on my way.  We were finally on the plane and I was on my way, only to be met with a mechanical delay in Vancouver.  Oh God, I was so antsy, I didn’t know what to do with myself.  I headed for the ladies room and locked myself in a stall.  I sat down on the toilet and reached down and fingered my wet pussy.  I wet the index finger of my right hand with my pussy juice and touched my clit.  It was a good thing I was sitting down, as I practically came right away.  I rubbed my nub in circles and it was only a matter of minutes until I came.  I cleaned myself up and went to wait to board my plane. 

I arrived in Seattle, a little worse for wear, but there he was.  Oh God, he is even better looking in person that his picture, and my pussy twitched in eager anticipation.  When he took me in his arms and kissed me in the airport all I could think was we need to get a room.

We had about a two hour drive to get to his home and we talked like we were old friends and lovers.  We finally arrived and he carried my suitcase up to his apartment.  It was small, but then he didn’t need much room, he said.  It was one bedroom and he said he would take the sofa, giving me the bedroom and the bed.  I’m sure the look on my face was pure disappointment, but we HAD just met. 

We went out for dinner and that evening and for a walk on the beach of the Pacific Ocean, while the sun set over the water, he kissed me and held my hand, and told me I was the most beautiful women he had ever met.  We sat on the deserted beach and made out like two teenagers..  He kissed me, deeply thrusting his tongue into my willing, open mouth.  His hand worked its way under my sweater and cupped my breast.  I reached behind me and undid my bra, and my breast tumbled into his hand.  His calloused thumb found my already erect nipple and rubbed it back and forth.  I moaned in near ecstasy, as I hadn’t felt these feelings in a very long time. 

He whispered in my ear, “I want to see your breasts” and my arms lifted above my head like they were filled with helium.  He grasped the bottom hem of my sweater and lifted it over my head.  My nipples reacted immediately to the crisp ocean breeze and he reached out and tweaked and rolled the left nipple while he took the right one into his mouth and suckled gently.  I could feel his sweet ministrations right down to my clit, and I squirmed in pleasure, trying to get comfortable. 

Before I knew it his hand was on the snap of my jeans and pulling gently.  Soon the zipper was undone and his hand was inside my jeans.  My thong panties were soaking wet and he revelled in the moisture.  I felt the tiny scrap of material being pulled to one side and his finger sliding into my sleek wetness. 

“You are so wet” he whispered as he tapped on my clit.  I lifted myself off the blanket we had spread on the beach to sit on and pushed my jeans down over my hips.  I felt him grab my thong and rip it off my body.  “I’ll take great pleasure in buying you a new pair” he told me as I gasped as I felt the cool air rush over my fevered crotch. 

He slipped one finger in my hot cunt and I clamped down on it like it was a life line.  He continued to strum my clit and inserted a second finger into me.  “Oh fuck, you are so tight, I can’t believe how tight you are.”  His long fingers moved inside me and I pushed myself onto his hand.  I came as he finger fucked me, but it wasn’t enough, I wanted cock in cunt.  Now. 

I reached over and cupped and fondled him through his jeans.  I worked at the buttoned fly, one by one until his rigid cock sprang free.  I took him in my hand and squeezed gently.  “Not here” he said breathlessly.  He jumped up and tried, rather unsuccessfully to tuck himself back into his jeans.  He reached down a hand and helped me up.  “I don’t want our first time to be on a blanket on the beach.  I want to make love to you the way you deserve.  I know just the place we should go.”  We got into the car and he drove to a wonderful bed and breakfast. 

He registered us and we went into our cottage.  He lit a fire and we undressed each other slowly and tenderly.  The shower as big enough for two people and we washed and dried each other.  The king size bed was big and fluffy with a feather bed, a down duvet and big feather pillows.  I had never felt so pampered in all my life.  He pulled the duvet back and we lay down, sinking into the feather bed. 

He kissed me and worked his way down my body with his mouth and tongue.  I reached for him, but he pulled my hands away.  “I want to make sweet love to you.  Please let me.”  Oh my, what’s a girl to say.  I just sighed and spread my legs and let him have his way with me.  Oh my, what that man can do with his mouth and hands.  I am starting to come, again, and he brings himself between my legs and enters me.  I can feel my pussy clenching hard around his length.  My legs come up over his back and he starts to thrust into me.  We find the rhythm that has been known to man since the beginning of time.  I call out his name as we come together.  We roll over together and fall asleep in each others arms. 

The next two weeks were a wonderful vacation for both of us, filled with gentle loving and great sex.  We are still together, living our long distance love, through sexy email and phone calls.  I can’t wait til my next vacation.

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