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Claire (Part 1)

This is the story of how we met Claire but even more than just being our story it is really Claire’s story since our meeting and what happened was largely because of what was going on in her life. For those of you who have never met Claire she works at Claires Corner Café. Be sure to go by there sometime and get the free buns. Claire is a shy waitress with a side to her that very few people ever are lucky enough to know. A few months before this Claire had discovered TUMBLR and her interests in all things related to sex had been expanding ever since, far beyond the basic sex that her previous lovers had shown her. TUMBLR had opened up a completely new world to her that she was curious about and wanted to explore. On there she had met her secret lover. This secret lover had not disclosed himself or herself fully to her yet but they had slowly been exploring Claire’s newfound interests together online though not yet in person. When she was not at the café working, she was online with them sharing fantasies and exploring together. The day before we met Claire this secret lover had sent her a package. In the package was a butt plug and a note. The note told her that the next day she should wear this to work. It was Claire’s desire to be naughty in public but she had always been afraid to expose herself to strangers. This seemed like a good compromise since even though her work outfit was a short skirt it still was long enough not to reveal anything and this would add a real touch of feeling naughty without people knowing. She had the late shift that evening. She wore the butt plug and it felt so incredible to be wearing it and serving customers. Her biggest fear was that it was making her wet and she was worried that someone would smell her sex. Luckily, it was a quiet night and she made a couple of trips to the bathroom to clean up the leaking mess between her legs. It was almost closing time and no one was around so she messaged her secret lover to tell him about her day. She told him how excited it had made her and how she couldn’t wait to get home and get online so they could talk about it and play because she so needed to cum. It was at this point that my little one and I entered the café. We had been out at a new bar down the street from there and it had gotten a little too crowded for our taste so we had wondered down the road and found ourselves here at Claire’s Corner Café. It was empty when we walked in and we could tell it looked like they might be about to close. We asked the waitress if it was ok to get something really quick or if she needed us to go so she could lock up. Claire had messaged her secret lover that it looked like their plans would have to wait as two new customers had just walked in. He said it was ok and that he had an idea if she was game. He told her to tell the new customers she was going to lock the door since she was about to close but that she would be more than happy to serve them anything they liked. In addition, she was to remove her panties and make sure she flashed the customers so they could see she wasn’t wearing undies and that she should drop her pen and bend over so they could also see she was plugged. Claire blushed at the thought but she was so horny and her secret lover was encouraging her to live out one of her fantasies, so she removed her undies and hiked her skirt up a little further than normal before going out to greet the customers.

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Claire (Part 2)

“Hi, welcome to Claire’s Corner Café. I hope you don’t mind if I lock the door. It is almost closing time and while I am happy to serve you I just don’t want anyone else coming in.” She turned quickly to the door to lock it. The quick motion twirled her skirt up high so she flashed us without making it obvious. She was cute, fit, and my little one and I both noticed, and smiled at each other after the quick flash Claire gave us. She then turned to us. “What can I get you two? I’m happy to get you anything you would like.” She said with a smile. She went to grab her pen and dropped it on the floor. As she bent over, she made sure her ass was pointed right at us, giving us a beautiful show. She remained bent over longer than she intended as the pen went scampering away from her under another booth. She stood up, blushed and told us she would be back as she needed to go get a new pen. In the back room she quickly messaged her lover and told them what she had done. “That’s my good girl.” They texted back. “Now show a little more boob and be very flirty when you go back out.”

While Claire was getting a new pen my little one and I were both smiling and talking with each other about how lucky we were to have wondered into this little café and to have such a sexy little waitress. “I really would like to order something not on the menu.” My little one smirked and giggled. I looked at her and replied, “I couldn’t agree more.”

When Claire returned it was obvious she had adjusted her outfit to look even naughtier than before. We could tell she was not only flirting but could smell her sex as she leaned in close and asked us, “So have you decided what you would like this evening?” “I believe my little one and I would like you to be our late night treat, if that is on the menu of course.” I answered. She blushed and squirmed before replying, “Just a moment I need to check something in the back.”

When she went to the back, she texted her secret lover and told them what had happened. Their reply was both shocking and exciting to her. “You did offer them anything they wanted so you must honor that. Now be a good girl for me and let them have whatever they desire and then tell me about it when you get home.”

Claire was nervous and excited as she walked back out to us. “I did tell you that you could have anything you like, so if I am what you want then I am yours.” My little one didn’t waste a single moment once Claire had consented. She pulled Claire in close and kissed her hard. I could see the lust on her face as she kissed her and her hands roamed Claire’s body eventually finding her ass, grabbing it, and spreading her cheeks in a nice little show for me. I sat there for a bit watching as the girls kissed and became familiar with each other. It was always so amazing to watch my little one, who was almost always a sub, take control on these rare occasions. You could tell that she had sensed that Claire needed her in control. As Claire melted into her arms, she slowly and deftly started to slide Claire’s work outfit off. She kissed Claire’s neck and gradually worked her way down to her breasts. Claire moaned at the feel of her kisses upon her breast. She was so lost in the feeling that she hadn’t even noticed me slipping quietly out of my clothes and now sitting there watching the two of them as I stroked my cock and enjoyed the show. I don’t think Claire even realized what my little one was looking at when she stopped sucking on Claire’s hardening nipples. She just said, “Please mistress don’t stop.” Suddenly with those words my little one turned and went into total control mode. “Your mistress will do what she wants with you and you have no say. Do you understand?” Claire quickly said “Yes” but that was not the right response. Her mistress gave one of her breasts a hard slap. “I said, do you understand?” This time Claire cried out her response “Yes Mistress”.

Watching this exchange made my cock grow even harder in my hands. Seeing how hard I was Claire’s new mistress grabbed her by the hair, pulled her head over to my cock, pushed her face down, and said, “Now suck daddy’s cock and suck it good. You better suck it like the little slut you are or you will regret it.” Claire didn’t say word but started licking my cock. She worked her tongue up and down my shaft teasing me but that wasn’t what she was there to do. Her mistress reached around and grabbed my cock and forced it into her mouth then started pushing her head up and down on it. Claire had no choice but to swallow my cock further and further with each push. Her mistress didn’t let up till Claire had drool running out her mouth and was gagging hardly able to breath. “That my little slut is how you do it. Now that I’ve shown you part of what is expected show daddy and I how you do it in your dreams.”

Claire’s body seemed to relax at those words even though her mouth seemed to go into a new gear. She was back to swallowing my cock but now she didn’t need anyone forcing her head down. She was slobbering, gagging, and taking it all the way down her throat now. “Such a good girl.” Her mistress whispered in her ear. “Now keep going and show us that dirty little slut you haven’t shown anyone yet.” I felt Claire’s hands fondling my balls. Stroking them and squeezing them. Her hands worked up to my cock and her mouth slipped down to my balls all in one smooth motion. My cock was wet and slick from her drool allowing her hand to slide easily up and down my shaft. She licked and sucked my balls. As she licked the underside of them, her mistress pushed her head down further between my legs. I slid myself to the edge of the chair as she did so. “Go on my little slut. Your mistress knows what you really want to do.” Claire’s tongue licked down and found my ass and she started rimming that puckered little hole. My little one upon seeing this worked her way behind Claire, gave me a wink, and dove her tongue into Claire’s pussy, which was sticking up, without warning. Claire gave a startled little yelp and then let out a moan as she felt her mistresses tongue probing her. After enjoying her pussy for a few minutes my little one startled Claire by pulling out her butt plug. “My, my what a nice little toy you have here. Sorry to remove it but that ass is mine now.” She said as she licked at Claire’s asshole. Claire then seemed to mimic her mistresses tongue action. My little one knew what I liked, she was giving Claire that treatment, and it was being passed on to me. It was like that game where you whisper a word in one person’s ear, they whisper it to the next, and you see what comes back around the circle, only Claire didn’t seem to hardly miss a bit of what she was being shown to do. The sound of Claire’s ass being spanked hard finally broke the spell of the moment. “That is enough for daddy, now put that filthy little tongue to work pleasing your mistress.”

Claire’s head was pulled around by her hair and straight into her mistress’s pussy. Claire didn’t hesitate this time. She was licking not only her mistress’s pussy but all the way down to her asshole and up. She seemed to have learned her lesson and she was making sure she pleased her mistress fully. Having gotten to experience Claire’s increased appetite when my little one tongued her ass I decided to return the favor. As Claire was pleasing her mistress, I slipped my cock into her pussy. It was soaking wet so I didn’t hesitate and begin to fuck her hard. Grabbing her hips and slamming my full length deep inside of her. Claire let out muffled moans into her mistresses pussy and ass but never stopped pleasing her for even a moment. You could tell she had finally let go and embraced the situation fully. She was now ours to do with as we pleased. I pushed one finger and then two fingers into her ass as I fucked her. With as wet as my little one was, Claire’s holes were essentially full. She was so into it and even as she came on my cock she buried herself deeper into her mistress. I pulled out my wet cock and slipped it into her ass in place of my fingers. This finally caused her to cry out and stop what she was doing. Her face came up soaked in a combination of slobber and pussy juice. My little one laughed and got up, looking at my cock driving in and out of Claire’s ass. “Remember daddy, that cum is all mine. Don’t you dare waste it on this little slut.”

Those words excited me to the point that I pulled out of Claire’s ass, grabbed my little one bent her over the table, and shoved my hard throbbing cock into her. “Yes, yes daddy. Fill my pussy with your cum.” She screamed out. It was only a moment more before I was doing just that. The excitement of what we had been doing with Claire resulted in what felt like a double load of cum pouring out of me. As soon as I was done my little one pulled off of me and shouted at Claire, “Get over here slut clean this pussy up. I don’t want have daddies cum spilling out all over the cab on the ride home.” Claire was there in a heartbeat. Her face buried in her mistresses pussy eating out all the cum I had just filled it with. Once she was done, the lateness of the evening and our own exhaustion meant this most enjoyable evening was coming to an end. We all kissed, hugged, smiled, and talked for a short time about how great the evening was. We gave Claire our number and told her to call us if she was ever interested in more fun with us and she invited us to stop by the café anytime. Needless to say we have had more adventures with Claire since then but those stories will have to wait for another time. We said our goodbyes and my little one and I found a cab and headed home. As for Claire, her night wasn’t quite over since once she locked up and got home her and her secret lover relived the whole experience together. You will have to ask Claire about how that went though.

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Klubbing (excerpt)

Club Orgy 1

Angela R.: By the time the “DJ” broke into the music to explain to the whole club the nature of the subliminal music, the hypnotic lights, the pheromones in the fog machines, none of us on the floor were really listening anymore. We’d all fallen victim to Club Orgy, a bizarre 21st century quasi-anarchist group hitting nightclubs randomly across the country, turning a dance-floor full of otherwise responsible adults into an undulating mass of carelessly fucking bodies. I didn’t know who was fucking me at any given moment. I’m sure none of the guys knew who they were cumming in either. Couples disintegrated as they turned towards the next available cock or pussy. There wasn’t a soft dick or dry hole anywhere. The sounds of sex – cries, grunts, moans, screams, seemed to be part of the music, and none of us knew how to stop – none of us even tried. Like every other attack on record, we all woke up in naked, sweaty piles, cum leaking out of every pussy, not knowing what had happened – only that we’d had the wildest night of our lives.

Club Orgy 2

Nell F.: It had taken me weeks to track down Club Orgy, but I found them on the dark web. I’d fallen victim to one of their “actions” early in the summer, and had been outraged, but had also never cum so hard or so much in my life. I had never been so used, but also never so open, so care free.

I managed to spy on their digital schedule and planning board, and was going to expose them on the eve of their next attack. I’d come prepared; ear plugs, polarized sunglasses, cops on speed dial.

But it had been a trap, set just for me. The club they were ‘hitting’ had actually been closed two weeks before, but they staged the scene, anyway and my ‘protections’ were useless. The information I’d gathered about how to keep myself from falling to the hypnotic/psychedelic assault had been false, cleverly planted by them to trap nosy people like me. This time, at this honey-trap event, I was the only person to be affected. Everyone else was part of the organization, and there were more of them than I had realized. And every one – every single one, male and female, sometimes two or even three at a time – had a turn with me. I came more times than I can count, and did more deprived things than I can remember.

When I woke up the next morning, with cum and sweat dried all over me, the “club” was completely deserted. On top of the crumpled pile of my clothes was a warning not to threaten Club Orgy again, and a job application for “CO, LLC”.

https://eroticwriter.wordpress.com/2022/03/14/klubbing/

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"You look so fucking pretty with a cock in your mouth Aunt Violet." I whispered. She opened her eyes and lifted her head, her hand moving to the base of Brandon's cock as she slowly pulled her mouth off it. He was rock hard, and his cock was shiny with her spit. His cock is a very average six inches, but I knew that his cockhead had to have been in her throat. "And I love having it in my mouth." She whispered back. "This is what I was made for."

https://www.literotica.com/s/adventures-of-an-aunt-eater

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Grace Discovers Her Sister’s Secret Sordid World

The summer I finished my first year at university was uncharacteristically long and hot. A golden sun blazed down from a cloudless, crystal clear azure sky and baked the ground until the grass scorched and any unattended flowers shriveled in the heat.

It was a perfect time for me. I was nineteen and a full year at university had shown me life beyond school and the tight borders of the small, rural English town in which I had grown up. With little to do before the new term began, I had almost four months of free time stretched out before me.

Hour after hour was spend lazing around in the back garden of my parent’s house, either on my own, curled up on a sun lounger with a good book, or surrounded by friends chasing Frisbees, drinking beer or just sprawling on the baked earth soaking up the sun’s rays.

Josh – who lived in the house at the back of us – used to watch me whilst I sunned myself. I could often see him out of the corner of my eye as I read, standing at his bedroom window, peering down into our garden. It was funny really, Josh had been in and out of our house since we were kids and was my sister’s part-time squeeze, but the attention was as much of a buzz for me as it clearly was for him. The arrival home of my younger sister or his own mother was usually the only thing that could drag him away from the window. Without them, I’m sure he’d have watched me all day.

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I’d had some old school friends over for lunch and Stacey had brought a bottle of wine to accompany the sandwiches I had put together for us, so as we lounged around in the sun, we ate and sipped away at the cool white wine. I guess from memory it was mid-August and the summer was at its hottest, the days peaking in the nineties for maybe two weeks and with one memorable day when the temperature broke through the one hundred degrees mark – a record for the country as a whole.

The girls wandered home around four o’clock, leaving me on my own, my cheeks rosy from the wine and with a few hours to kill before we’d agreed to meet up in town later on in the evening.

Laying back on the sun lounger with the garden and house completely to myself, I began to slowly massage sun cream into my bronzed skin. Having spent the majority of the summer sporting little more than a string bikini, my perfectly tanned skin covered all but the very extremities of my body, and whilst I’d been very careful not to develop a thin string and bow of white skin on my back, my breasts and a small triangle between my legs were the only two remaining areas of white.

As I massaged the cream into my stomach I noticed movement in the house behind and a furtive glance was all I needed to affirm that Josh was watching me once more. Whether it was the warmth of the sun on my body, the lunchtime drink, even the sensation of my own fingers rubbing cream into my skin, and probably a combination of all three, my mind focused on him watching me and me teasing him.

I continued to massage the cream into my flat stomach, then with another quick glance to verify that I had his undivided attention, I slowly, and at first briefly, slipped my hand beneath the waistband of my bikini bottoms.

I twisted and turned my pale brown pubic hair in my fingers before pulling my hand back out and resting it on my stomach. A squint through the sun confirmed my audience’s presence.

I had initially intended to leave it there, to just give him a hint of something extra, but the brief touch was not enough for me. Egged on by the wine and in no small part, excitement at my audience, I felt my fingers curl around the string that tied the bottom half of my bikini around my waist and pulled it slowly, feeling the tension relax as the bow unraveled. With the briefest of pauses, I let my fingers creep along my skin and slowly push the tiny triangle of fabric to one side until I was totally exposed to my voyeur. I hoped for his sake as well as mine that neither my sister nor his mother would return to break the moment.

My fingers wasted no time in sliding themselves home and I shuffled my legs apart to allow them access. They tangled briefly amongst my public hair before brushing against my lips and sending a sudden charge through my bones like the static prickle of an electric shock.

I groaned satisfyingly as my fingers gently stroked my lips. Each touch drew more and more of my juices to the surface and my lips slowly became slick and oily to my touch. A brief breeze washed across my skin, causing my nipples to spring up and push hard against the thin fabric of my bikini top.

I spread my legs wide and pressed the soles of my feet together and with the new angle I was able to slip my index finger inside. The feeling was delicious and my whole body shuddered at the penetration. As I strove to push my finger deeper I rubbed my swelling lips with the heel of my hand. The sensation was exquisite and I couldn’t resist a quick peek to make sure my audience was still attentive. After all, this was not solely for my benefit. I needn’t have worried. I wondered if Josh was doing the same thing as he watched – a thought which until now would have disgusted me, but in my current frenzy seemed perfectly natural.

I even pictured him stood by the window stroking his cock, then a sudden image flashed across my mind of him spraying his seed across my stomach and I came. I pushed a second finger inside as my orgasm washed over me, then found my clitoris with my spare hand and rubbed it frantically until my shuddering body could stand it no more.

I lay for a moment on the lounger, then suddenly as the warm glow of my orgasm dissipated, it was replaced with a sudden wave of self-consciousness and I plucked my bikini bottoms from the grass and sashayed in through the French windows into the kitchen.

By the end of the summer, I had treated Josh to three more solo shows. The final time, I had shaved myself completely — whether he could tell or not from his distance, I have no idea. I even rolled over onto all fours, and rubbed myself to orgasm like a centerfold, my pert bottom pointing directly at him whilst my fingers played over my smooth, swollen lips. I was also very nearly caught by my sister, just managing to clumsily tie my bikini back on in the kitchen as I heard the front door slam and her walk quickly through the living room towards me.

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It was twelve months before I saw Josh again and to be honest, having spent most of that time in Munich, firstly at university, then working, I have no idea when I’d last thought about him or that summer, but as I walked back into my parent’s house and into my sister’s party, it all came flooding back.

It had just gone nine o’clock and as I stood outside the front door with the thump of the bass pulsing through it, I shook my head in a vain attempt to clear it. The last week had been a blur. It had started with a party with my work colleagues, moved on to an end of term party at Munich University, before catching the last few days of the end of term at my English university in Leeds, catching up with friends I had not seen for over six months. As a result I’d spent pretty much every night for the last week either in a bar or a nightclub, I could scarcely remember what day it was. As I walked into the house, the music bounced so loud I could feel the beat in the handle of the porch door. Maybe forty of my sister’s friends were milling about, drinking and smoking and after a couple of minutes searching, I found her leaning against the wall in the dining room, drinking from a bottle of lager and chewing the fat with a girl I recognized as one of her friends, but couldn’t for the life of me remember her name. She turned to me and did the same and we nodded at each other in a dull, vacant recognition that made Alicia, my sister, turn around.

We looked each other up and down for a second before she threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly.

“Hey sis. When did you get back?” She said. “Mum and dad weren’t expecting you back for a couple of days.”

It’s amazing how you forget that time doesn’t stand still when you’re not about – life goes on despite your absence. I looked at my sister as she drew away from the embrace — probably for the first time since I’d gone to university, I really looked at her. Of course she was eighteen, I knew that, she’d be at university in the autumn. I knew that too. But in my mind and maybe too in my heart she was still my kid sister. But as we stood and watched each other, our hands clasped in each others’ I could see she was certainly no longer a kid. Obviously still my sister, definitely no longer a kid.

“You look like shit.” She hollered above the beat. Yep, definitely still my sister.

“This time next year when you’ve done six parties in six nights, you’ll look like this too.” I said. “So where are mum and dad?”

“Out.” Was all I got and when Alicia realized I needed something else she said. “Don’t worry, it’s all above board. I finished my exams today. I’ve officially finished school! Grab a beer, the kitchen’s full of the stuff.” And with that, before I could give a hug and congratulate her, she turned back to her friend and I faded into the background.

Before I grabbed a beer I pushed passed various people on the stairs and dumped my bags in my bedroom, glad to see that not only was it ready for my return, but that it was undisturbed by the revelers and their new found freedom. I stood in front of the full length mirror and ran my fingers through my hair. It was not enough to make me look presentable, Alicia was right, I did look like shit. Still, I’m sure they’d be time to sleep at some point before I went back to college.

I plucked a can of beer off the worktop in the kitchen and popped it open, taking a long slug of it to quench my thirst. I spotted Josh instantly perched atop the washing machine. It seemed my kid sister was not the only person who’d grown up.

I figured I’d say hello, but as he was clearly holding court with a group of friends, I thought I’d leave him to it and see if there was anyone else I recognized, but as I turned away, I caught his eye.

“Hi Josh.” I said as he turned to face me, an initial vacant look turning almost instantly to a broad grin.

“Well, well, well, the return of the prodigal daughter.” He said, slipping off the washing machine and bending to kiss me on the cheek. “Come back for an encore performance?” He said as his lips brushed my cheek before pulling away to see my reaction. I blinked and suddenly it all came flooding back and I drank from my beer to hide my grin. I swallowed in a deep gulp.

“Never say never.” I said eventually, letting a smile play briefly over my lips. He stooped in towards me again, this time his hand slipped around my waist and he pulled me towards him.

“It’s just I could do with some fresh material.” He said, his breath hot on my neck. “Four films a year is not a lot to keep a growing lad going.” He pulled away and turned back to his friends and instinctively I turned away from the group and wandered back across the kitchen. Then, what he said suddenly registered with me. What did he mean? Had he taped me in the garden? Every time? I started to turn back to him, but thought better of it. I guessed his eyes were probably burning a hole in my back, waiting for me to do just that. I replayed what he had said in my head. There was no denying it, it was certainly what he’d implied. I drained the can, tossed the empty in the vague direction of the bin and popped the top on a second beer. The cheeky bastard.

I had found someone I recognized in the living room, one of my sister’s school-friends, but the thin conversation was getting a little strained when I saw Josh walking towards me. Again, he leant over me, emphasizing his size.

“So, what do you reckon then?” He whispered into my ear.

“Did you make videos of me?” I asked rather stupidly, but he ignored the question anyway.

“Or I could return the favour and show you what I was doing whilst you were playing with yourself.” His hot breath was sending a shiver down my spine, but as he spoke he also took my hand and ran it along the length of his cock as it hung in his jeans.

My God, it was massive. As he guided my fingers down his length I tried to picture it in my mind. It must be nine inches soft. It must look like a cudgel when it was hard. Unashamedly, I felt my mouth begin to water.

“What do you reckon then?” He repeated, this time staring me straight in the eyes, his hands on my shoulders. “A new tape. You playing with me, before I cum all over you.” I couldn’t take my eyes off his, then I realized that his hand was no longer holding mine, yet mine still traced up and down the length of this cock, now straining a little against the seemingly insufficient denim of his jeans.

Minutes later he was stood before my bed with me on my knees, slowly massaging his enormous cock in both my fists. I’d practically dragged him through the house, passed most of the party guests and slammed my bedroom door behind me.

From nowhere he produced his mobile phone and trained it in on me as I began to tentatively run my tongue around the head of his gigantic cock.

“Is that what you videoed me with last time?” I asked, looking up at the camera and still wanting him to confirm that he had made videos of me in the garden.

“Nope.” He said. “Less talk.” He said, and whilst training the mobile phone on me with one hand, he pushed my head down with the other.

Opening my mouth wide I closed it over the head of his cock and suddenly, inexplicably, an image of Michael Caine filled my mind. Something about a baby’s arm holding an apple. I think it’s a line from an Austin Powers movie, but suddenly it seemed very appropriate, unlike the muffled giggle that escaped my lips.

I needed both hands to control his cock and could barely manage more than just his helmet inside my mouth. My lips were stretched as far apart as I could comfortably get them and my saliva ran freely down his shaft, lubricating my clenched fists as they circled his cock and pumped him towards climax.

Slowly, insistently, he continued to apply pressure to my head, either pulling on my hair, which he scrunched up into a pony-tail in his fist, or pushing me down, testing me to see how much I could swallow — which I have to admit, was embarrassingly little. Even with three or four inches encased in my lips, the sheer girth of the damn thing stopped you getting any more inside. It was simply too damn big. I was pretty sure my pussy wouldn’t cope much better, but before the summer break was over, I resolved myself to give it a damn good try.

Rather than struggle or admit defeat, I concentrated my attention on his bulbous helmet, exploring each and every part with my lips and tongue — whilst continuing to pump him with my hands. I could tell I was hitting the spot as I felt his knees begin to shake and his breath get slowly shorter.

“You like that?” I purred up to his phone and was rewarded with his hand pushing my head back down onto his cock. I tried once more to sink down deep onto his pole, but am not convinced I made it any further down, the dull ache in my jaw growing greater with each attempt. I began to suck rapidly around his head, bobbing up and down, rocking back and forth on my ankles as I drew him closer and closer to climax. I felt his cock began to twitch and writhe in my grip as if it had a life of its own and I readied myself for his orgasm. I had no idea what to expect. Does a massive cock with huge, heavy swinging balls produce a comparative amount of cum? I was about to find out.

“Oh yeah. Suck my fucking cock.” He moaned as he exhaled hoarsely. “I’m gonna cream.” He spluttered and as I felt his cock twitch, he yanked on the ponytail he had made in his fist and pulled his cock unexpectedly from my mouth as the first volley of jizz leapt from his eye and splattered across my forehead.

“Fuck yeah!” He drawled as he took control of his wand in his own hand. I sat on my heels, my eyes scrunched shut as his cum rained down on my face. And in answer to my question, certainly in this case, the answer was yes. By the time his cock was finally drained, my face was smothered. I could feel it in my hair and coating my nose and cheeks, whilst it dripped off my chin and spattered onto my t-shirt.

I peeled my eyes open, thankfully he’d missed them both, to find myself staring up into Josh’s mobile phone as the video continued. I blinked slowly and what I hoped was seductively, then ran my tongue across my lips, tasting his cum. Playing to the camera and loving every sordid minute of it, I chewed briefly on my bottom lip before running my finger along my cheek and sucking more of his cum into my mouth.

“Hey sis!” I spun around on my knees to see Alicia stood in the open doorway. “Thought I might find you two in here.” She said. “Hard to resist isn’t it.”

I watched in a kind of horrified fascination as she walked around the back of me — leaving my door to swing open — and stood behind Josh. She reached around him and gently stroked his spent and softening cock.

“Shit. You two are an item.” I spluttered, my thoughts finally finding their way to my mouth. I wiped my face with my t-shirt, before pulling it off over my head and using it as a towel to cleanse my face.

“Nah!” Alicia said with a chuckle. “Not an item.” She said, peering around Josh’s massive frame. “We fuck every now and then don’t we honey, but we’re not an item.” She said casually. We were beginning to draw a little crowd as people stared into the room from the landing. Josh didn’t seem to mind. I, on the other hand, did and stretched out and pushed the door closed. I looked back at my clearly not so little sister.

“Fuck buddies?” I managed and wondered how I had missed my little sister grow up. It’s not like I never came home from university.

“I suppose so, yeah.” She said. “But hey, it seems rude not too share a treat this good.” She said, slapping Josh’s softening yet still massive cock with the back of her hand.

I shook my head and hauled myself onto my feet, stretching my legs luxuriously as I stood.

“How do I look?”

“Still like shit, but now with cum all over you.” Alicia turned back to Josh. “Bad boy!” She said and playfully punched him in the chest. “Had you been saving that up all week? I thought for a minute you were going to drown her!”

I watched the exchange in fascination and guessed the video he had just shot would sit alongside ones he had already made with my sister.

“Pity you cleaned yourself up.” Josh said, breaking his silence and turning his attention towards me. “It would have been great to get another video of you playing with your pussy already drenched in cum.”

I must have shot a quick glance at my sister because when I looked back at Josh they were looking at each other and smiling.

“You’ve seen the videos haven’t you.” I said, looking back at my sister. They both looked at me and laughed.

“Seen them. I was there when he was shooting them.” I looked from one to the other waiting for them to laugh, but neither cracked.

“Fuck off!” I said and shook my head, turning instead to the mirror so I could clean up the rest of the cum.

“No shit.” She said. “That last time, when you did the whole porn star thing, I ran home as fast as I could to see if I could catch you. But you’re good. I reckon you were only just dressed, but dressed none the less.”

I wiped the rest of his mess up with my t-shirt and pitched it in the corner of my room. I guess I’d have to wash that one, it wasn’t really one for my mum to find.

With seemingly nothing left to say, Alicia left us alone in the room, albeit again without closing the door as she left.

“Tell you what.” I said, stepping in close to him to whisper in his ear as he had done to me earlier in the evening. “I’ll give you another tape of me playing with myself, if you’ll give me a proper go on that.” I said, tracing my fingers along the still visible bulge in his jeans.

“Deal!” He said simply, then walked passed me and out of the room. At least he had the courtesy to shut the door behind him. I sat heavily on the bed and rubbed my eyes with the tips of my fingers. Well that was a welcome home I had not expected. With the music still pounding downstairs, I crawled under the duvet, still in my jeans, the smell of his semen filling my nostrils. If I was going to tackle that beast again, I was going to need my sleep.

..

Over the next couple of weeks I didn’t give Josh, Alicia or their strange relationship another thought. As old school friends started to drift back from their various colleges, the evenings were spent in the pub catching up on what everyone else was up to.

It’s a brilliant time. Whilst university is all about finding yourself as a person, making new friends and enjoying the experiences that that brings with it, coming home, making sure everything is still in order and hooking up with long-term friends is unbeatable. Although it is also noticeable that each reunion contains one or two less familiar faces as people find new places and new people with which to spend their spare time.

…

My parents treated my return as if it was Christmas. On the first Sunday I was back my mother cooked a celebratory meal to match any Christmas day and the drink flowed until we were all rosy cheeked and giggling. By the time we left the table, still covered in the detritus of the colossal meal, and had been slumped on various seats around the lounge for an hour or so, my mother was watching something black and white on the television through heavy eyelids and my father was asleep on the sofa, the newspaper spread across his chest.

I hauled myself off the sofa, threw on a fresh pair of ancient, faded blue jeans and a new camisole I’d bought myself in Germany, grabbed my phone and purse and headed back downstairs to find my mother now also barely awake. She looked up with heavy eyes as she heard the door brush over the carpet.

“I’m heading out.” I whispered and she nodded, I’m old enough at last for her not to ask where I’m going or when I’ll be back. I closed the door behind me, grabbed my coat and left the house.

On the way to the pub I dialed round a couple of friends, also knowing that Sunday afternoon in the Olde Bell has always been something of a tradition, so although I struggled to raise many people, I’d have been surprised if most of the old crowd that were back from university weren’t in there already having a drink. I was not disappointed. Two tables had already been pulled together and a group of people sat huddled conspiratorially around it, laughing and chatting in hushed whispers.

With a beer in one hand, I dragged a spare chair across the wooden floor and squeezed between one old friend that I’d known since primary school and an ex-boyfriend — kissing them both on the cheek as I sandwiched myself in between them and their conversation.

…

“Hey G.” I looked up at the familiar voice of Alicia. I shook my beer fuddled head a little to clear my thoughts.

“Hey. I didn’t even know you were here.” I turned back to William, my ex-boyfriend. “You remember my kid sister, right?” They looked at each other briefly and Alicia nodded her head at him almost imperceptibly. After a slight pause, William stood with a flourish, took her hand and kissed it theatrically. I smiled, but noticed Alicia pull her hand back quickly, almost wiping it on her jeans as she stuffed it into her pocket.

“Walk me home, sis.” She said, and immediately began to edge away from me towards the door.

“Hey. I’m not finished here yet.” I said, causing her to stop and look back impatiently. She looked at her watch.

“Mum’s expecting us both back for tea.” She said. “You know what she’s like about family Sundays. Besides, I don’t want tea to be late, I’ve got to be out again by eight-thirty.” I turned back to William and shrugged.

“Looks like I’ve got to be somewhere else.” I said and took a gulp of my beer. “You out later?” William shook his head. “Okay.” I said and as I grabbed my coat off the back of my chair he stood, hugged me briefly and pecked me lightly and unexpectedly on the lips.

“Good to see you again.” He said. “Shame you’ve got to go, we should catch up sometime, it’s been fun.” I nodded, zipped up my coat and followed Alicia towards the door.

The heavy pub door swung shut behind us with a solid slam and I thrust my hands into my pockets despite the mild summer’s evening. It was still light, but dark clouds hung heavy overhead and the air was dank and threatened rain. A light mist had begun to settle and hung around the lamp-posts like halos.

“Doesn’t that feel better.” Alicia said, linking her arm through mine and pulling herself close to me.

“Doesn’t what feel better?” I snapped, still feeling a little pissed that she’d dragged me away from William and a fresh drink.

“Well, for a start, knowing that you’re not going to wake up in the morning and realize that you’ve fucked William again.”

“I wasn’t going to fuck William. And what fucking business is that of yours anyway?” I said, stopping and turning towards her. She clearly had something to say, and from the way she’d reacted in the pub, clearly had a problem with Will.

“None whatsoever.” Alicia said, holding my gaze intently. “Of business to anyone of several other girlfriends though.” She paused and when I said nothing, she took my arm again and we began to walk along. “And you were going to fuck him. I could see it in your eyes.” I stopped again, but this time she just dragged me alongside her, her gaze fixed intently at some point in the middle distance.

“Who the fuck made you some kind of relationship guru? And how do you know so much about Will?” The first question, was perhaps a little snappy, the second was angry and aggressive and I regretted the tone as soon as I heard it. This time Alicia stopped, dragging me to a halt in the process by keeping a tight grip on my arm.

“Right.” She said, fixing me again with that intent stare of her striking jade eyes. “Firstly, and indeed most importantly, I love you. You’re my big sis, and you’ve spent most of your life looking out for me. But secondly, he’s a wanker. He cheated on you, he treated you like shit. He fucked you up and you’re still not over him. Thirdly, you don’t live around here anymore, I do. You don’t see him. I do. He’s a leech. He’s dating someone in my year for Christ sake. He’s also fucking Fiona.”

“Fiona from my year?”

“Yep. Little blond Fiona from your year at school. Quite frankly, he’ll dip his dick in anything that doesn’t move fast enough. He’s a tosser. That’s why I dragged you out of the pub. Because sis, you know what, you would’ve fucked him.”

We walked along the deserted streets, the silence only broken by the steady clop-clop of our shoes on the pavement.

“You out again tonight then?” I asked finally just to say anything to break the silence.

“Yep. Quick sandwich, change, then out again. Mum and dad have got friends coming over.”

“Who’s coming over?”

“There’s about ten of them I think, both sets of neighbors, Josh’s mum and dad, a few others, that’s all really.”

“What’s that all about?”

“Nothing really. Let’s face it, there’s nothing else to do.” Alicia said.

“So what are you up to then?”

“The same thing, just over at Josh’s. Me, Josh, the lad from next door, a few others from school, just hanging around. Tag along if you like, depending on what you’re up to.” Not a lot as it happened, there didn’t seem to be that many people keen on re-grouping down the Olde Bell, not even Will. And Alicia was right, I didn’t need to go there again. Besides, the lad next door was my age and I’m guessing all of Alicia’s friends were her age and still in the mood to celebrate the end of their exams. …

We left for Josh’s house when his parent’s turned up at ours. We stood in the hall briefly with the usual pleasantries, then made our excuses and swapped houses.

We arrived to find Josh there, obviously, and the lad from next door — who it would be easier to call Matthew. In terms of age, he was between Alicia and me, so had just completed his first year at university. I was a little surprised that he had nothing better to do with his evening, then out of the kitchen came his girlfriend, a tiny, slight girl with a startlingly pretty face that I couldn’t help but remember from the year below me at school. She introduced herself as Natalie, then apologized for not realizing we had arrived, took our drinks order and returned to the kitchen.

“Expecting anyone else?” I asked the crowd in general as Natalie handed both Alicia and I the beers that we’d asked for along with a flute of sparkling wine. I must have looked a little strangely at Natalie.

“Hey, we’re going to celebrate the end of school all summer.” Natalie said. I could appreciate that. I toasted her and sipped the wine.

“Sarah and Dave should be here before long, and I guess Michael will come too, but whether he’ll have found anyone to bring with him remains to be seen. Just a few friends, nothing too grand.” Josh said.

“Very cosy.” I whispered to Alicia and gave her a nudge in the ribs. “Quite the little orgy you’ve got going here, once you lot have had a drink or two.” I was joking.

“Well, you never know your luck.” Alicia replied, with an unmistakable twinkle in her eye that somehow suggested that not only was I right, but it might not be the first time. It seemed nothing I could say could phase her. Thankfully, before I had to find something else to say, music burst forth from speakers that seemed to be all around the lounge as Josh plugged his i-pod into his parent’s stereo system.

“Right, right, right.” Josh hollered above the music. “Who’s for table tennis?” I stupidly looked around for a table, but fortunately kept my mouth shut as several others dived for the Wii sat beside the enormous television set and various controllers were thrown around. As I made room for the first players, I leant casually against the dividing wall of the huge living room that at some point had probably doubled as a dining room at the back of the house and a lounge at the front. In the back room a Twister mat was already spread out across the carpet — and I noticed the video camera was perched atop a cabinet nearby. Well it certainly didn’t look like we were going to be sitting around gossiping all night. I wondered what on earth I had let myself in for. I drained my beer and headed out to the kitchen for a refresh just as Sarah and Dave arrived. By the time I returned from the kitchen, carrying as many beers as I could manage, the first game of table tennis was already coming to an end and Michael too had made an appearance, as anticipated, by himself.

After everyone had had the chance to warm up with a couple of games — which was enough for everyone except me, who’d never played before — there was a bit of a huddle between the group.

“Same rules as last time?” Josh said. Some nods were immediate, some minds had to be cast back a little, then nods followed. “Excellent. Let the games begin.” And with that the group broke up, controllers were grabbed and suddenly I felt on the outside of a personal joke. As the first game started I sidled slowly up to Josh.

“What were the rules last time?” I asked casually, reaching up on the tips of my toes to whisper into his ear.

“Oh sorry Grace. Rules are simple. Whoever loses removes one item of clothing. Strip Wii. Not strip and wee though, that’s something entirely different and I draw the line way before that!” I dissected the statement in my mind. Strip Wii?

“Joking right?” Josh shook his head slowly. “What have I let myself in for?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t go home without a smile on your face — or something on your face at least.”

“I’m not wearing much as it is.” I said, but Josh just shrugged. “And, I’ve never even played on one before.” But he was uninterested by my protestations.

“Don’t worry about spending most of the night naked. This lot have already seen you like that anyway.” I coughed and nearly spat my beer all over the carpet. Josh was smiling, but not in a way that made me think he was joking.

“Am I the only person who’s not seen these videos?”

“Yup”

“So what’s Twister for?”

“Patience.” He said. “One thing at a time.”

“Right you lot.” He said to the group as he stepped away from me. “Grace is up next with Matthew, but she’s a Wii virgin, so be gentle.” Then he turned back to me. “Shoes don’t count.” He said, pointing at my ancient Reeboks. “They should have come off at the door when you came in. Have some respect for the crib, man.”

…

Needless to say, I lost. I tried to claim a moral victory by the fact that I’d not lost six-nil and had actually managed to claim a point, but it fell on deaf ears. Unprepared as I was for Strip Wii, I wasn’t even wearing socks beneath my trainers. The journey around the corner to Josh’s house was maybe 150 meters at most and I did have a habit of going barefoot when indoors. So not only was I the crappiest in terms of my Wii expertise, I was wearing less than anyone else, and as such already had a decision to make. Off with my jeans and continue in my knickers, or off with my camisole and be immediately down to my bra. All eyes were on me, I looked down at my cami, it was not going to offer me any protection, hanging as it did to just over the waistband of my jeans. Oh well. I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down over my hips, kicking them into the corner of the room before standing before the group with my hands on my hips. Eyes roved over my body before Josh directed everyone back to the next round of games.

Josh moved my turn to the final game of the next round, but it only prolonged my demise rather than avoiding it. By the time I lost my second game Alicia had also lost twice – and as a result both socks, Sarah had lost twice and had removed both hold ups, a few other items, mainly socks lay strewn around whilst both Josh and Michael were still fully clothed. Once again, all eyes are on me. I looked from face to face.

“Oh fuck it!” I said, and hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my knickers and drew them slowly down my legs, before stepping out of them, stooping down and plucking them off the floor. “It’s not like there’s anyone here who hasn’t already seen my pussy.” A low whistle escaped someone’s lips. “Okay, maybe there was one.”

“Right. Let’s move on. What next?” After a brief discussion, which revolved around the fact that the boys still possessed most of their gear and we were playing sports that they were better at, it was decided to move onto Wii Fit and from somewhere a balance board was produced.

A quick flick through the activities did a little to put my mind at rest. I might be rubbish at table tennis, but as captain of the university hockey team, and unbeknownst even to my little sister, a trained, qualified fitness instructor, I was hoping this would give me a bit of a head start. I was after all, down to my last two items of clothing.

I figured I’d take the bull by the horns and I challenged Josh to the jogging. It was simple, I let him keep up with me until the final straight, then as the finishing line appeared, I out-sprinted him to the line and after a brief celebration, I feigned exhaustion and hunkered down by the settee as if to get my breath back.

“Oh that was close.” Someone behind me trilled.

“Lucky bitch!” Was Josh’s less than generous interpretation between deep breaths.

“Not luck, I’m just better than you.” I said, standing up and stretching my fingers towards the ceiling, both to extend the muscles in my lower back and to flash him an eyeful of my naked pussy.

“Let’s go again then.” Josh said, suddenly bouncing lightly on his toes.

“Rematch, rematch, rematch!” Broke out amongst the group before Alicia pushed me towards the television to accept the challenge.

The immediate rematch was very one sided. By the halfway point, Josh was already struggling, a diet of beer and cigarettes taking their toll. I crossed the line first with a healthy lead. Josh had, in the space of six minutes, lost both his socks and finally we had progress!

I retreated to the kitchen to refresh my beer. As I let the fridge door swing shut with a thump I noticed Sarah watching me from the doorway.

“Beer?” I asked, and when she nodded, I slid the bottle across the kitchen worktop towards her and retrieved a second one for myself. The silence seemed to stretch, the atmosphere somehow a little strained.

“You okay?” I asked, a little uneasily as I felt her eyes roving all over me. Sarah just nodded again. I started to walk towards her, there wasn’t much of a conversation going on here, but as I approached she finally spoke.

“Wait.” She croaked, then supped from the bottle and cleared her throat. “Can I, er,” she paused, took a deep breath and looked down at her shoes. “Can I touch it?”

“Touch what?” Although to be fair, I had an idea. She’d not taken her eyes off me since I’d flipped off my knickers.

“Erm.” I leant across and lifted her chin with the tip of my finger. Finally she lifted her eyes to meet mine.

“Only if I can touch yours as well.” She flinched a little, then smiled weakly. “Just joking. Why the fascination? Never seen one before?”

“I’ve never seen a shaven one before.” I must have laughed a little, I didn’t mean anything by it. I guess some people have seen a bit more and done a bit more than others.

“I’ve led a pretty quiet life.” She said, as if she could read my mind.

“Nothing wrong with that.” I said. Gently I took hold of her hand and as she watched me, I brushed her fingers over my cleanly shaven pussy. Sarah gasped. I felt her fingers spread inside my lips. I gasped.

“It’s so smooth.”. She whispered. “It’s such a, erm, clean feeling.”

“And so much bigger than when you started.” I groaned. “If you don’t stop soon, I’ll not let you go until I’m done with you.” Finally, Sarah looked at me with intrigue and maybe just a little lust, but even as she did so she retracted her hand.

“Curiosity sated?” I slipped my arm around her shoulders. “Come on, let’s get back to the party before anyone misses us.”

“Thanks.” She said with a nervous smile.

“The pleasure really was all mine. Perhaps I’ll let you finish me off properly later, or maybe I’ll return the favor, once your clothes are off.”

Back in the living room the jogging continued. In our absence Natalie had lost her top and was down to her bra, and Matthew was finally topless. Finally, the boys were getting a decent challenge.

“Come on you two, you’re both up next.” Matthew said, pointing towards Sarah and me.

Sarah made a decent game of it, but she was never going to win. I let her think I’d just pipped her at the post, then before she had the chance to do anything else, I pulled her shirt off over her head.

“Hey you. I’ve still got my socks on.”

“Too late. What’s next, jogging’s not really fair on any of you, I’ll have you all naked in no time.”

Natalie chose the Step routine — again assuming that the boys would be rubbish. She was right, but had no idea that she’d not put a challenge up to me at all. I’ve been teaching classes most of the way through university. Once you’re qualified and know what you’re doing it’s a damn easy way to make money. I can make more in a couple of classes than the girls are making at the dancing clubs – and with a hell of a lot less hassle.

Two rounds later I was still in my camisole and bra. The boys had lost both rounds, all were suddenly topless, now also presumably down to just trousers and boxers. I was certainly hoping there were not any Y-fronts in the room. I noticed them exchanging a couple of glances between them. I think they’d assumed the girls would all be naked by now, yet suddenly they were in danger of being the first.

With how boys are I guess it was not Michael, Dave or Matthew’s intention to spend a great deal of time stood naked next to Josh — unless they were all similarly endowed, in which case, why were we pissing about playing games when we could be rolling around on the carpet?

We changed games again and initially the obstacles course proved to be a little more of a challenge. I lost my first round to Alicia, but decided, much to the disappointment of the boys to remove my bra and leave my cami on.

For my second contest I drew Sarah out of the hat. She’d lost her skirt at some point, but I noticed she still sported both of her socks. It was a close run thing, but I just squeezed ahead of her before a giant swinging ball smacked her off the course and sent her tumbling into the sea below. As soon as she saw the result she knew what was coming and turned towards me. I reached around and unclipped her bra and tossed it onto the growing pile.

A few more rounds passed and two of the lads were down to their boxers, Sarah was doing pretty well, although she was topless and still had both her socks. Natalie was down to her bra and knickers, she must have been wearing everything she owned, I couldn’t really remember her actually winning anything. And finally Alicia — obviously also prepared for what the night held – had managed to retain her bra, knickers and vest top.

As the game seemed to be pretty even, we stuck it for another round. I was pitted against Josh and lost, so after a bad start and a strong middle, I was the first to be naked. As he had done to me, I challenged him immediately to a rematch.

“Why? When you lose, what do I get?” He said, pointing at my naked body with the neck of his beer bottle.

“Perhaps I’ll suck you off then.” I suggested, but Josh shrugged.

“That’s pretty much a given before the night’s out anyway.” He said.

“Okay then. Do it for a dare.” Natalie said. “If Josh wins, he gets to dare you to do something.” That seemed fair to me. I nodded. Josh nodded. The challenge was set.

As it happens, I thrashed him. I hoped all this physical activity wasn’t wearing him out too much. Anyway, now there were two of us naked.

As I watched Dave beat Michael, leaving him naked too. I couldn’t help notice the girls’ inability to tear their eyes away from Josh, Natalie was practically salivating at the sheer sight of his enormous cock. I had a pretty strong feeling that by the time he got to bed tonight, his cock would need most of January to recover.

The next twenty minutes saw the remaining clothes topple like dominos until everyone was sat around naked, and surprisingly comfortable in each other’s company. It made me wonder how many times this had happened. Even Sarah, who was so shy in my company, seemed to be perfectly at home — albeit with her arms cuddled around her knees in such a way that hid everything from view. From where I sat, she simply looked like a pair of legs and arms with a head balanced on top.

Drinks were refreshed and the sexual tension in the room spiraled upwards as eyes absorbed all the naked flesh around the room and conversation dried up. I craved attention. I was soaking wet and had a suspicion that Natalie was the same. She’d trimmed her bush down into a neat, cropped Brazilian, and her raspberry pink lips were so distended, they couldn’t be anything other than oily and wet. Amongst the boys there were a couple of budding erections, which I was beginning to hope were going to be put to their proper use some time in the not so distant future.

“So what’s next?” I asked, keen now I could see four eager cocks not to waste a great deal more time. I had assumed it would have something to do with Twister, but having presented them with an opportunity, I guess they changed the agenda to suit.

“Well now.” It was Matthew who spoke first. “I guess you were the first to lose an item of clothing and the first to be naked, so technically you lost.”

“Absolutely true.” Dave chipped in. “I reckon that deserves a forfeit.” Heads were nodded. Great I thought. They’ll make me run around the block naked or something like that. I’d been in enough hockey teams to know that the stock forfeit for anyone naked, is a quick trip to see the neighbors.

“I think we should have a live performance.” Josh said, getting up and retrieving the video camera. “After all, you did promise me one at Ali’s party.”

“Don’t remember promising.” I said, not caring, just relieved really that I hadn’t got to do anything outside that might involve me bumping into dad as he stood on the corner having a smoke.

“Doesn’t matter now anyway, it’s a forfeit for losing.”

“Loser, loser, loser!” Broke out in chorus around the room.

I stood up as the group fell silent, drained my beer, which was enough to make my head fuzz nicely, and straddled the armchair, facing them. I had their undivided attention.

Leaning back I spread my legs and relaxed, running my fingers down the length of my body. I paused briefly at my breasts and gave them both a squeeze. There was no need to linger, Sarah had made sure my nipples were awake.

I traced a path down my stomach, then walked my fingers over my pubic bone. As I suspected, my lips were swollen and wet. I rubbed slowly at my pussy lips with the tips of three fingers, moving them over and over in small concentric circles and with each motion, feeling my body relax.

I opened my eyes and found Sarah sitting on the floor with her back to settee, her legs still embraced in her arms. I pinned her gaze with mine for a moment, then motioned for her to come to me. Her reaction was not immediate, but I do think that she would’ve come to me on her own accord, but her delay was enough for Dave to give her a nudge and at that she came towards me.

As she stood and stretched I could already see her pussy was completely clean shaven, without a single wisp of the blond bush I had expected. She must have sensed me staring. She strode confidently over to me, her arms swinging by her side and knelt down beside me.

“Sorry!” She said with a shrug, the corners of her mouth just creeping upwards. “I couldn’t resist it.”

“You cheeky bitch.” I whispered as she stared at me.

“Nice pussy by the way.” There was an unmistakably twinkle in her eyes and I wondered briefly how I could be played so easily by someone two years younger than me. “Does it taste as good as it feels?”

“Why don’t you find out?” I said, wondering if anyone else could hear us. But unfortunately, instead of burying her head between my legs Sarah straddled the chair’s second arm and followed my lead until we were masturbating in unison, both of us bucking our hips up in rhythm to meet the two fingers we had inside ourselves. A second quick look around the room confirmed that we now had four very ready cocks.

Sarah was completely submerged, her eyes scrunched shut and her inhibitions totally subdued. As I fingered myself, I rubbed my pubic bone with the heel of my hand, but after a few moments, it was not enough and I sought out my button with my other hand. Just the first touch brought my climax stampeding towards me and for the first time, I gave out an involuntary whimper that rose to a long, deep moan.

“Oh yeah!” I moaned a little louder, suddenly remembering that I was being filmed. “That feels so good.” I pushed my hips up to meet my fingers more frantically. “Umm. Shit. That’s gonna make me cum.” I panted, perhaps a little theatrically. Whether I’d succeeded in egging Sarah on or if she too was close to teasing an orgasm out of her body it was impossible to tell, but her moans increased in both rhythm and volume as she rubbed frantically around her clitoris.

My mind filled with an image of four cocks stood over me, ready to pump their cream all over my tits and it was more than enough to finish the job.

“Oh, fuck, yeah!” I cried out and felt my orgasm hit me once, then continue to flow through my veins like an electric current. My hips twitched and my muscles gripped my fingers like a vice. Sweat had burst out on my forehead and I felt a drip trickle down my temples into my hair.

I opened my eyes to see things had moved on somewhat. Natalie had succumbed to temptation and was watching Sarah and I intently whilst playing gently with her pussy, whilst Alicia munched away on Matthew’s cock, his hand pinning her down into his lap as he sat cross legged on the floor and she knelt on all fours, her pert bottom pointing in the air.

Josh focussed his attention — and his camera – on Sarah, whose vibrant moans now mixed with Matthew’s increasingly guttural grunts.

Sarah’s eyes were still clamped shut, her face screwed up in her increasing desire. I rolled off the armchair and crawled on all fours until I was in front of her. With her presumably still oblivious of my presence, I ran my tongue slowly between her fingers. She jumped and her eyes snapped open. This could only go one of two ways. I saw an instant of panic in her face and my heart sank a little as I expected her to push me away in disgust. I ran my tongue over her pussy again, but this time rather than jump, she moaned, relaxing back onto the chair.

The third time I licked her, her fingers slipped free, giving me full access, and as those fingers entwined into my hair, she pulled me with considerable vigor towards her wet sex. With permission granted, I sucked greedily on her lips. I wanted her to cum quickly, tonight was not a night to be teased, there was far too much candy to be eaten to savor each individual bit.

I closed my mouth over her lips and sucked them into my mouth. Sarah’s whimper instantly grew to what can only be described as a primeval growl. She slid along the arm of the chair so she was closer to me and ground her pussy into my face.

“Fuck yes.” She moaned. “Make me cum. Suck my pussy.” She wailed as her ecstasy grew. I continued to suck hungrily on her lips, then pushed two fingers inside her. It was enough. She wailed until her lungs were drained and I felt her quiver beneath my grip. As she fell silent, I released her lips and slowly lapped at them with the end of my tongue until her eyes snapped open and she almost swatted me away.

“Stop. Enough.” She panted, covering her pussy with her hand to prevent me further access.

Then suddenly, without warning, there was a cock inside me. What was this, tag-team fucking? I squealed with surprise. It wasn’t Josh, I also guess it wasn’t Matthew. My squeal simply encouraged them on and hands gripped my hips. It was nice to know that I couldn’t perch on all fours, waving my wet pussy at a room of men for long without one of them taking the bait.

“God that feels good.” I moaned. It’d been a month since I’d last had a fuck. And it was a crap one. I’d forgotten how much I needed it. I guess Alicia was right, I would have ended up in bed with William, or if I was drunk enough, just somewhere on the walk home.

The rutting male fucked me purely for his own benefit, his nails digging into my hips. This wasn’t a two way thing, it was the release of a man who has had a hard-on for too long. I didn’t care, I’d had my nice orgasm, if he fucked one out of me as well, then that was a bonus.

Sarah stayed perched on her armchair watching us, her fingers inching ever closer back towards her pussy.

“Come on, harder.” I moaned. “Don’t be shy.”

The rhythm increased and I braced my hands against the armchair so I could push back onto his cock. My body was slick with sweat as I bucked and pushed as deep as I could onto his cock.

“Come on. Fuck me.” I ordered, as I heard his breathing shorten and realized he was close to climax.

“Fuck!” He panted. “Fuck yeah, that’s fucking excellent pussy.” Now there’s a compliment you don’t hear every day.

“When you’re ready mate.” I heard Josh say. It meant nothing to me. Suddenly his cock was gone. Hands grabbed my arms and I was manhandled across the room. They sat me next to Alicia with my back to the settee, exactly where Sarah had been sat before she’d joined me on the armchair.

Michael stepped towards me, his cock clasped in his fist, his face red. He stood over me and I realized what was coming. I pushed my tits together and tipped my head back.

“Do it. Cum all over me.” I gasped. “Cum on me. Treat me like your whore.”

Cum rained down onto my cheeks and chin, then down my neck and finally onto my tits, I moaned my appreciation and slowly rubbed it into my tits until they glistened with hot, sticky seed.

I opened my eyes to see that Josh was still filming both Alicia and I. Alicia was covered in Matthew’s cum. It was everywhere, but mainly on her face.

“Do they always do that?” I whispered as Josh zoomed in on our filthy faces.

“Without fail.” She panted, then planted a kiss on my lips so I could taste Matthew’s seed as well as that of Michael.

…

Drinks were brought in and I stayed slumped against Alicia and the settee. The Wii was slid back beneath the television and replaced with a laptop plugged into the television that filled with video clips taken from amateur porn sites. The room was silent with all eyes on the television.

Suddenly it crossed my mind if that was why everything was recorded. Would the clips include people within the group? Would tonight’s tape find its way onto the internet? I took a sip from my beer, unable to tear my eyes away from the television. Were the first videos Josh had taken of me already on the internet? Suddenly that thought filled my head and my heart beat harder. When I’d asked him if everyone had seen the videos he’d said yes. I’d meant everyone in the room. Had he just meant everyone? With that thought rolling through my head, my attention turned back to the television. Internet porn had never really appealed to me before. In fact, porn full-stop had never really appealed. It was always too over-produced and too plastic. But I’d be the first to admit that it was difficult to take my eyes off the television now. Poorly filmed, poorly lit porn, but containing real people, was something else entirely. Very sexy indeed. I sat in silence and slowly drank my beer.

I’ve no idea how long it took me to tear my eyes away from the television, but I realized that I was still covered in cum.

“Think I’m going to clean myself up a little.” I whispered over to Alicia, who I could see was also gripped, her left hand slowly creeping towards her lap. “You coming?” Alicia shook her head but after a moment turned slowly towards me.

“Nope. Can’t.” She said. Her face was still covered in cum and what little seemed to have slipped off her face was drying into a crust on her neck and breasts.

“Can’t?”

“It’s all part of the dares. You had to wank for Josh because you were the first to lose your clothes. I was the first to be cummed on. I’ve got a choice. I’ve got to take delivery of the pizzas when they arrive. I can either go to the door naked or clothed but like this” She said. “My choice.”

“So you’re going down the clothed but cummed-on route?”

“Not decided. Might go naked as well, just to get one up on them.”

“Another drink?” There didn’t seem a great deal else left to say. Alicia nodded and I clambered creakingly to my feet and headed for the bathroom.

…

I walked back downstairs to find Josh alone in the dining room rummaging through some cupboards and clattering plates and glasses around.

“Are you emptying the dishwasher?” I asked, taking a detour rather than heading straight back to the lounge.

“Some people’s chores are never done.” He said as he turned towards me. There was a moment when we both just stared at each other in silence, then I realized I was walking slowly towards him. I reached out and took his semi-erect cock in my hand. “So when do we get to play with this?” I asked, staring up into his eyes.

“Whenever you like.” He said, with the slightest moan as I began to feel the blood rush into his meat.

“Just seems like you’ve been a little reluctant so far.” He just watched me in silence. His cock was now solid and so thick I could barely enclose my fingers around it. “Although, you seem a little less reluctant now.” I said, squeezing him tightly in my fist.

Suddenly I was in his arms. He carried me across to the polished dark wood dining table and draped me across it. The sudden shock of the cold wood against my hot skin made me gasp and arch my back.

I watched as he stood between my legs and gently pulled my ankles apart with his hands. Then he pulled me slowly across the table towards him. I could see his cock bobbing expectantly. As he pulled me closer a thought flashed across my mind. Would I be able to take him all? Or, in fact, pretty sure that I wouldn’t be able to, how much of him would I be able to take, and for how long?

I shivered as the head of his cock nuzzled against my lips. I exhaled slowly and tried to relax, counting slowly to ten in my head. Josh pulled my ankles even further apart and I reached down between my legs and found his cock. I rubbed it luxuriously along the length of my lips until it was slick with my juice, then positioned him over my hole.

Instantly, I felt him increase the pressure. He was slow, yet insistent. I breathed slowly, in, out, in, out and felt myself begin to relax. I pushed my hips up to meet him tentatively and felt the very tip of his cock nuzzle inside me. Still he pushed forward with gentle persistence. Suddenly, I yielded and my pussy swallowed the first few inches of his meat.

“Oh fucking amazing!” I panted. He pulled away slowly, easing what little was inside me back out, then his next thrust slipped another inch inside me. He rocked back and forth slowly, but with each penetration tested another inch to see how much I would be able to manage, but even staring down and watching half of it inside me, I was already full enough. I concentrated on gripping his cock as tightly as possible, but in all fairness, it was hardly a challenge as his monster cock stretched me wider than anything I had ever attempted to take before.

As Josh’s thrusts became more insistent, I could feel more and more of him inside me and as his excitement grew he pushed harder and I squealed in pain.

“Fuck no! Too fucking deep.” I squealed in both shock and pain, and instantly — and too his credit — I felt what seemed like a mile of cock slide out of my body. After a moments respite he was back inside me, again building slowly up towards the half way point.

His rhythm altered and I wondered if it was one he’d had to adapt to, after all I doubt whether he’d ever managed to force all of his meat inside anyone yet. Short stabbing motions made the most of half of his cock and kept me almost constantly full.

His eyes never left my face as he fucked me, but as his stare became more and more glazed I guessed he was probably approaching his climax.

In the end, his cock was simply too much, it was a challenge I could not win. As his breath began to shorten, I was worried his enthusiasm would drive his cock back inside me too deeply and I just couldn’t relax.

I slipped from his grip and off the table. Kneeling before him, I wrapped my tits around his shaft and with each thrust between my cleavage I swallowed his tip, licking and slurping all my own cream from his cock.

“So, you ready to come all over my face?” I pouted, looking up into his eyes to find myself once more staring into a camera lens. “Where did you get that from?” I asked with a shake of my head.

“Suck it.” Was all I got in response, so I obeyed.

I could actually feel his pulse throbbing through his cock. How did he not faint when he stood up with a hard-on? The damn thing must need nearly a gallon of blood by itself.

“Come on. Cum on me.” I urged between thrusts. “Do it. Do it now.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

Then he was in control. He clenched his cock in his fist and almost before he touched it, it erupted. As he had done in my bedroom just a few days before, he came hard, his semen squirting from his cock as if under tremendous pressure. The first volley cleared me completely. I felt some of it splash on the soles of my feet as I knelt on the carpet, the rest was much better directed and within moments I was smothered in cum again having only just cleaned myself up.

A small round of applause rippled around the room and I opened my eyes to see the other girls watching me. Alicia now had the camera and was filming the mess that Josh had made.

“Think she did quite well there.” Natalie said.

“Yeah. I didn’t think she’d hold out that long.” Said Sarah. Through the film of jizz I must have looked a little confused.

“Sarah and Natalie had a little wager.” Ali explained, still filming. “They reckoned once Josh was naked you’d have him in you within ten minutes.” Anyone would think I was surrounded by angels.

“Will someone get me a towel please?”

“Nope.”

Within moments I was alone, someone even flicked out the lights as they left. Charming.

I actually sat in the dark for quite a while. My body felt battered and bruised and the lush, deep pile carpet was soft on my body. So whilst the party continued a few rooms away, I sat with my back to the wall, with my head spinning lazily from the beer.

It was more that I was cold that got me back on my feet, otherwise I think I probably could have fallen asleep. That would have looked great when Josh’s parents got home and found one of their neighbors’ daughters naked and cum-stained, curled up on their dining room floor.

Fresh beer in hand, I wandered back towards the living room to find that things had moved on significantly in my absence.

“Hiya!” Alicia said as I walked into a room filled with grunts, moans and squeals. “I was just beginning to wonder where you’d got to.” She took the beer from my hand, gulped down several long mouthfuls, then handed it back with a wink.

At the far end of the room, where the Twister mat had once lay, Natalie and Sarah were entertaining all four of the boys. At the moment I walked in, Sarah was busying herself with Josh and Matthew’s cocks, one in each hand and alternately in her mouth, whilst Natalie was impaled on all fours, with Michael holding her long hair in bunches and fucking her face, whilst Dave fucked her from behind. Inevitably, the camera was being passed back and forth.

I just watched for a moment or two unable to take my eyes of the group. It’s not like I’d not seen other people having sex before, it’s just that these guys seemed to be at it with each other all the time.

I slipped my arm around Alicia’s waist and pulled her close. We were both still naked. I handed the beer over to her and she drank in silence.

“Is this what you do then?” I asked. It had been on my mind all evening.

“It’s what we do.”

“Can I ask why?”

“Why not.”

“Fair enough.” I said and retrieved the bottle of beer, drained it, then stood it on the arm of the settee. “Can I ask why again?”

“Don’t you approve?”

“It’s not about approval Ali, since when have you sought my approval. It’s just a question.”

“Well it’s like this, I guess. The pubs around here are boring and no one has ever got any money, so we all hang around each other’s houses all the time. We all like sex, so we have sex. We’re all friends, no one has managed to fall in love with each other and we just enjoy the company, the sex and pushing the boundaries.”

“I like sex, but I don’t get my friends together for no holds barred Roman orgies once a week.”

“Maybe you should.” We were silent for a moment and watched as the boys all swapped. “Hey I guess things have changed a little since you were our age.” She said.

“God Ali, I’m two years older than you, I’m not your gran.”

“Hey let me finish. When you were at school, you got boyfriends, groped around, did this, did that, split up, took a break then the cycle started again. Not you per se, I mean everyone. I guess for us the internet has changed everything. You can see that everyone else is out there having fun, having sex, having fun watching everyone else have sex. It’s so accessible, so easy and so much fun. Why wouldn’t you?”

Well I could see the logic there. It was cheaper as well I guess, instead of spending all your dough down the pub, in the hope of getting a snog and a walk home at the end of the evening.

“So do you post these films on the internet?” It was the other million dollar question I’d been dying to ask all evening.

“Films of me doing this. You’ve got to be fucking joking. It’s all good fun and stuff, but let’s be real, once it’s online it’s always online, there’s no way to get it back. People watch, download. Other sites take the file that you uploaded, and then it’s way beyond your control.”

“And everyone here understands that?”

“Everyone. God Grace, I’m going to read Law in September, so’s Matthew. I don’t need films plastered around the internet of me eating cock.”

“So why aren’t you up there with those two.” I said. “Not enough cock to go around?” There was a slight pause, then Ali broke away from my side and turned to face me.

“Nah! It’s pairs. It’s because we’re both up next.” She leant across and kissed me. “Need another beer?” I nodded, she disappeared and my eyes fell once again on the girls with their new partners, both now on all fours, a cock buried at each end. Alicia returned in due course and handed me a glass. Natalie and Sarah were now bucking and writhing beneath the grip of the four boys who looked like they’d settled into their final positions.

“Looks like we’re out of beer.”. She said, and I looked down at the glass she had given me. I sniffed the deep amber liquid, then touched it tentatively to my lips. I had no problem with Jack Daniels, but we must have had half a bottle between us.

“Thanks. Was there not enough for half a pint each?” Ali smiled and shrugged. “Are we really up next?”

“What’s the matter Josh too much for you?”

“Yep. It’s a once a week cock that’s for sure.””

“Don’t worry, it was a joke. I suspect this’ll be the finale, we can’t stay naked all night, there’s no telling when John and Helen will come home. I mean, it’ll be later than this and they’ll be pissed, but probably not so pissed that they won’t notice eight naked fucking bodies writhing around on their living room carpet.”

The girls’ muffled gasps were becoming more urgent, whilst the four rutting lads grunted almost in unison, making the room sound like some bizarre tug o’war.

“So why are you abstaining then? Don’t tell me you had them all whilst I was lazing around in the dining room.”

“Nah. I lost a bet last time and took all four of them, it’s not my turn, seems that Nat and Sarah wanted to have a go tonight.”

“You took all four? Do I really want to know?”

“Oh, not all four at once, that’s impossible, it’s not like the movies where the women seem to be able to cram an endless amount of cock inside themselves. It was mainly two at a time. I tried for three, but it’s not as easy as it looks on the internet.” She took a mouthful of whisky. “Arse or pussy. Not arse and pussy.”

“Now there’s a motto to live by.”

“Besides, I reckon we need our rest, I don’t think these two will be on top form on Wednesday night if they keep this up for much longer.””

“Dare I ask?”

“Hey, you should come with us. We’re going to be handsomely outnumbered. We’re going to be slaves at a casino night. Matthew and Josh’s football team are having a summer party before their pre-season training starts and we’re going to be at their beck and call all night.”

“I think I’ll give it a miss.” I said. “Think I’m going to hook up with some uni friends for a gig in Leeds.”

“Nah. I reckon you’ll come with us. You’re intrigued, I can see it in your eyes. I know you too well.” Well obviously a hell of a lot better than I know you, I thought.

The panting and grunting had reached climatic levels and it was clear that the boys were ready to blow. Six sweating bodies thrust and bucked together like some large organic machine.

“Come on boys. Cum on us.” Sarah panted, finally pulling herself clear of the cocks and sitting back on her heels. “Come on, do it.”

Natalie joined her, probably relieved to be empty. I’d been double teamed before and whilst it can be a bloody good buzz, it can be a hell of a relief on the body when it stops.

“Hey you two, don’t just watch.” Sarah waved us over and after a large firebomb swig of JD, Ali and I made our way over — Ali sitting down next to Natalie, me taking my position next to Sarah.

The line of four sat in silence whilst the boys brought themselves to climax standing over us. We didn’t have to wait long.

Matthew blew first, aiming first for Natalie, then for Ali. That seemed to trigger a chain reaction and Dave came second, using Sarah and I for his target. Josh came on Natalie, but with a little to spare for Sarah before Michael singled me out and stood in close to make sure he dumped as much cum as possible onto my face.

Satisfied, spent grunts filled the room as the boy’s climaxes receded and all that was left were four semen coated girls. I slipped my hand onto Sarah’s cheek and when she turned to look at me, I kissed her deeply, my tongue probing her mouth and tasting the cum that covered her lips.

As I kissed her I felt her hands begin to massage cum into my tits as her hands rubbed and squeezed. Although we kissed for what seemed like an age when we finally broke our embrace, Natalie and Alicia were still at it, with Natalie laying back on the carpet whilst Alicia licked the cum from her face in slow, deliberate lapping motions, whilst her hand crept ever lower towards Nat’s pussy.

…

Josh poured the rest of the JD into my glass as I stood in the kitchen naked. We sipped slowly and silently at our drinks. It seemed that the double-teaming of Sarah and Natalie had taken the final vestiges of energy out of the group.

“Hey Josh.” It was Dave. “What time did you think your folks would be back?”

“Normally about three.”

“Does about mean before or after?”

“Why?”

“It’s ten to.”

There followed ten minutes of frantic action — this time, cleaning action. The huge pile of clothes was sorted out, and eventually everyone had managed to reclaim what they’d originally been wearing. Fortunately, his parents did not come back before three. It took longer than ten minutes to get everyone clothed. The room was then meticulously searched for any evidence and a few wet patches sponged up, before a key scratched at the door.

By the time Helen and John found their way in, Dave and Matthew were just starting a game of table tennis whilst the rest of the group lounged around the chairs, settee and floor. I’m sure we looked the absolute picture of tired teenage drunkenness. The stench of sex around the room and plastered all over all of the girls however, must have been overpowering. Fortunately, as predicted, Josh’s parents were far drunker than any of us and with a few polite greetings, they scuttled quickly off to bed. …

“Ali says you’re joining us at the casino night.” Josh said as we said our goodbyes on the front step. I shot her a sharp glance, but she didn’t care, the sparkle in her eyes was unmistakable.

“We’ll see.” I said, turning and walking away, hearing Josh shut the door behind me.

“Told you you’d come.” Ali said, slipping her arm around my waist and resting her head on my shoulder.

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Another PoV

He feels her warm fingers wrap around him firmly, her hands so soft and smooth, expertly working their way up and down his shaft.  Pre-cum begins to leak out of him as the anticipation grows, and she makes sure to collect it between her fingers and smear his cock with it, sending the subtle signal that she wants to taste his cum on him, have it in her mouth again.  It’s been so long, so many others since their initial encounter, but right here in this moment she wants no one else more, she wants nothing else more than to re-introduce her mouth to his cock and taste him once more.  She breaks off their kiss and goes down to her knees, a very familiar position for the both of them, and she fluidly takes him into his mouth as if she was born to do this.  So natural, so effortlessly she’s able to bring him down with a well placed kiss and a timely lick, that he stands above her in awe.  Some might see this as a degrading act, but she knows the power she wields over him and he is very well aware of the control she has over him as she moves her head back and forth, allowing his cock to push past her tightly pressed lips, her tongue swirling and licking, pressing firmly on that sensitive bundle of nerves right beneath the head before it twists its way across the taught and responsive head of his cock, her hands covered in spit as she works his shaft up and down. 

She moans and takes his cock deep down her throat, gagging gently, but hungrily taking him into her mouth.  Watching her fills him with a powerful, carnal feeling.  He can’t control himself when he reaches down and grabs her by the back of her head, pushing his cock deeper down her throat than she was able to take it on her own, holding it there, enjoying every moment of having her warmth surround him before pulling out so she can make some attempt to return to a status of equilibrium before pushing his cock back down her throat.  The feeling of pleasure is too addictive to resist, as he continues to plunge his cock into her mouth, touching the back of her throat with the head, his testicles full of hot, sticky cum swaying and ramming into her face with each thrust. She continues to moan on his cock, her saliva slicked fingers unbuttoning her shirt so her beautiful breasts fall free, nipples hard and she gives them a quick squeeze and submits to his desire, opening her mouth wide, fighting back the water welling in her eyes while he continues to shove his cock in and out of her mouth.  She too is beginning to lose control, reaching down with her dominant hand to rub her clit, surprised by how wet she’s become, moaning deeply when her fingers make contact and send that electric feeling through her body.

He can’t control himself any longer, despite his attempts to pace himself, and can feel his climax coming on strong.  It’s so early, he’s mildly concerned that he is putting jeopardy the rest of their time together, but he can’t help it, he has to feel the release, he has to continue using her body to reach his climax as every fiber of his body is desperate for it.  She can sense he is close, his cock feeling a little thicker, a little harder in her mouth as it begins to swell as he approaches orgasm.  She knows this feeling very well, having brought many men to their knees with mind altering orgasms, and she knows just how to finish him off in a way that he will never forget, that all other women after her will be measured against, and each one of them will fail in comparison.

As orgasm begins to take over his body, she pulls his cock of her mouth and strokes aggressively, her mouth wide open, tongue out, ready to accept his warm, sticky cum all over her face and tongue.  He looks down and sees her, amazed by how sexual this woman is.  She knows things that most women would never dream of, and he realizes how incredible this moment is.  His cock explodes and he can feel his entire body shaking, thick strings of cum shooting from the tip of his cock, landing on her face, her tongue, in parts of her hair and she continues to stroke his cock relentlessly.  She feels the warmth land on her face, coating her tongue, and she knows that she has him, but what she has in mind next he could only ever imagine happening, as the flow begins to ebb and she takes him back in her mouth to suck out the rest and join the salty mess she already has in her mouth.  Once she’s satisfied that she has it all she tilts her head back, mouth still full of cum, hand still stroking his cock and begins to gargle his cum, letting it hit the back of her throat before she makes it bubble in her mouth.  He is so turned on by this, there aren’t words to describe his thoughts.  Awe and a look of amazement are obvious in his expression as he watches her continue to gargle his cum, her face still plastered, her hand still stroking his cock.  this goes on for some time, less than a minute but long enough to send the point home and etch it into his memory forever, before she finally swallows it a smile graces her face.  She knows that he will remember her always after that little display, and the act of becoming a permanent piece of his history thrills her.

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Emma’s Ride

Her mouth was warm against my hot flesh, wet as it slid enthusiastically up my hard cock. As she sucked my dick her deft hands stroked its base, matching the rhythm of her mouth. Her beautiful brown hair was up in a fanciful do, and diamonds hung beautifully from her ears. I want to take her by the sides of her head and face-fuck her until I cum, but I can’t, not because she doesn’t like for me to because she loves that, but because we’re on our way to the Oscars.

“I’m wearing a tuxedo, Emma a beautiful red dress. She didn’t want to wrinkle it, didn’t want to mess up her hair by fucking me. “It can wait till the after party,” she said. “I’ll let you have me in one of the VIP lounges.”

“I’m aching,” I told her. “I got to have you now. Just,” I unzipped my pants and pulled out my soft cock, “suck my dick.”

“To completion?” she asked, her right eyebrow cocked.

“Of course. Tell me you wouldn’t find it incredibly kinky walking the red carpet with my cum in your stomach,” I added, putting on my best smile. Emma smiled, revealing beautiful white teeth. Her hand reached for, and gripped my stiffening cock.

“Fine,” she said, and leaned down towards my lap, taking in my ever hardening cock in her mouth.

That’s how Emma and I got to where we are now, with her working my cock, her sucking and stroking growing faster and faster by the second. I could feel my dick stiffening, balls tightening. My breathing was becoming rapid, sweat was growing on my forehead.

Much to my surprise, Emma climbed atop me. “It’s your lucky day,” she whispered, our lips grazing as she worked her dress up around her waist. A brief flash of what lay beneath the long, overlapping folds of her dress gave proof to the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties. I reached beneath her dress and teased her dripping cunt, then gave her clit a generous rub. “Don’t make me squirt,” she moaned, and kissed me deeply. “Put it in, we’re almost to the event and I want your cum running from my pussy as I step out of the limo to a storm of photographers.”

“Aren’t you worried about them seeing it?” I asked as I gripped my cock.

“This dress is a mile long, they’ll never see it.”

That was all I needed to hear, and I rammed my cock full into her dripping cunt. She gasped and wrapped her arms around my neck. I took her by her slim hips, gripping them hard. We kissed; our tongues dancing as she sharply rocked her hips. With each thrust her pussy clenched around my cock squeezing it, tempting it to explode inside of her. I looked past her shoulder as I felt the limo pull over and stop, and found the limo’s privacy window down and the driver watching what was taking place in her back seat. She was in her early forties, red hair, green eyes and was absolutely stunning. So I didn’t mind, even as I felt myself nearing climax. And Emma didn’t care. She looked over her shoulder, locked eyes with her limo driver as she continued to pump her hips into me, and smiled as she felt my hot cum spurting inside her, coating the warm, wet walls of her pussy.

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She couldn’t go on, she needed to close her legs and rest, but asked me to sit on her stomach, knees either side of her and stroke myself. Begged me to cum on her. She’s never been a huge fan of this so I took the opportunity presented to me on this rare occasion and quickly obliged. She squeezed her perfect tits together to help excite me as I slowly wanked in front of her, swiveling my hand over my shaft until my balls started tingling. By the time I was close, I could tell she’d started fingering herself to the sight of me masturbating. This was enough to drive me over the edge and as I told her I was about to cum, she pushed up so she could watch me blow a long  white stream of cum over her tits. The first shot hit right between them, the second landed partly on her chin and the rest dribbled down her neck as I continued to shoot my jizz on her. By the time I’d finished, both tits were covered in cum and the bit she used her fingers to clear on her face and lick it off opened the door to the possibility she may one day let me cum on her face…

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The best part of dreaming is one moment you can be worrying about having enough juice boxes for the kids and the next you’re with Alita and she cups your bare balls and cock in her hand.  “I never realized how big you are” she laughs.   She continues holding considering your stiffening weight in her hand while you kiss her smiling mouth between banal small talk of no importance.

The best part of being awake is you can imagine all the sounds Alita might make as you fuck her pretty mouth before texting her that you want to find out.

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Why I Love Giving Head

This is mostly for me, as a way to kind of tease myself. But I figure my mental masturbation might be of interest to some of you ;)

A friend asked me awhile back ago why I love giving head more than having sex. After all, my blog is mostly blowjob and facial pictures. I’ve been thinking about it lately, trying to psychoanalyze myself (I tend to think a fair bit when I’m not sexually engaged).

If I had to go way back, I’d say the initial thought took place early in life. Since I was brought up in the Catholic school system prior to high school, it was pounded into me that being on your knees was preferable. While I’ve moved on from religious devotion, I guess I always had a weird thing for being on my knees.. Especially during the height of learning about sex, my attraction for guys, etc. Maybe I formed a correlation between the two events at some point and conditioned myself to think of sex as being at my most submissive.

Then when I got into high school, my very first friend was appalled that I hadn’t experienced any sexual contact with anyone. Not even a kiss. I suppose I was behind the other kids and where I get my crippling shyness. She took it upon herself to teach me.

She taught me how to give handjobs and blowjobs on a dildo she conned a family member into buying. Then one day, she had her boyfriend over when we were hanging out. She made me kneel next to her and watch her give him head.

A lot of things happened that day, at least mentally. I saw how submissive she was, how her sexual desire was channeled into pleasing him and how well he responded to it. I remember she specifically made him cum on her tits so she could show me, up close, what it looks when a guy’s cock cums. It was one of life’s great revelations haha

I remember being really torn between wanting him and wanting her. Come to find out, I was pretty much in love with her at this point.

So I gave a few guys handjobs, one in the back of a movie theater and one in guy’s car. They were my boyfriends for a few weeks but I was too shy to look at them afterwards, so it didn’t really work out. They were the kind of handjobs that were uneven, probably torqued the poor guy’s dicks in the wrong way.. One guy came a little, but I didn’t follow through when he started so it was probably the most disappointing orgasm of his life. The other guy had to finish himself.

So afterwards, I told my friend that I wasn’t that great. She got a little glimmer in her eye and told her boyfriend to come over. When he walked down into the basement, I got butterflies.

We talked for a bit until finally Kristin (my friend) just came out and said it: Get up, Rob.

Kristin and I had been hanging out since school got let out, so I was still in the cute little floral dress, cut just at the knee. Kristin and Rob were both wearing jeans and t-shirts. I felt a little out of place but I felt even more submissive wearing that dress.

Rob came over and stood in front of us on the couch and Kristin reached up and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and reached into his boxers. She pulled out his cock which was already hard and throbbing. She looked up at him and gave him a few tugs.

“Horny already, babe?”

He nodded.

“Good, go show Kaylie.”

He kinda shimmied on over. I remember getting really hot in the face and shaky from all the nervous energy. I reached out and grasped it, feeling it pulse in my hand. It wasn’t as big as one guy I had already given a handjob to but I also hadn’t really consciously seen many before.

I think Kristin told me to get on my knees at this point, I’m not really sure why I was suddenly kneeling. I do remember her brushing my hair with her fingers and grabbing his cock with her other hand. Then taking the back of my head and inching me closer to his cock.

I opened wide, remembering everything she taught me. I was so scared about hurting him with my teeth. I looked up just as his cock entered my mouth. It felt.. warm. Very different from the dildos (obviously). I felt him pulse with pleasure and saw him throw his head back. I continued stuffing as much of his cock into my mouth.. I got a little over half way then came back up.

“Good girl,” Kristin said.

Something in me clicked.. Like the last piece of the puzzle fell into place. I loved this. I loved being on my knees in front of a cock, having it in my mouth. I loved knowing I had a bit of power.. but the power that comes in knowing you’re completely dominated. My neglected pussy was soaking wet, but I had no desire for him to pay attention to that. I was here for him, to make him feel amazing. That was my pleasure. I was a good girl.

Kristin moved her hand and placed one of mine on his shaft. I wrapped my other arm around his leg. He looked back down at me, gazing at me, his face contorted in ecstasy. I bobbed my head slowly up and down, feeling every detail of his cock with my tongue. I remembered Kristin telling me that he’d let me know if he was cumming, but I still got excited every time he throbbed and got more engorged.

Rob was muttering expletives under his breath. Kristin was holding my hair and studying me. She seemed to be pleased with her student because she seemed to smile at me. I couldn’t tell entirely because I was too busy making eye contact with Rob.

I felt my dress being tugged at and felt my bra being removed. Kristin, looking out for her boyfriend, wanted something to push him over the edge. She pushed the straps of my dress off both shoulders and shimmied the top down off my breasts, exposing him. I felt so naked and exposed, despite still having a majority of my body covered. Kristin played with my tits. I softly moaned while remembering to continue pleasing Rob.

While looking up and him, I pulled my head away and licked up his shaft a couple of times. Using my spit as lube, I stroked him.

“Are you going to cum for me, Rob?”

He smiled, reached down and stroked my cheek with the back of his fingers.. The way a doting father would his daughter. After a moment, his hand traveled to the back of my head and he pushed me down onto his cock.

“Be gentle, baby,” Kristin begged him.

I felt his cock slam into my mouth over and over. Hard. I struggled to breath. But it wasn’t long before I heard him say he was close.

I saw Kristin get on her feet and grind her pussy into the side of Robs leg. I saw her redirect his gaze to her by guiding his chin towards her.

“Are you going to cum for Kaylie, babe?”

“Ye-ahhh-hh.”

I felt his leg quiver, I felt his balls tense.. In fact, I felt everything flex in his body. I instinctively grabbed his cock and began to stroke it while remembering to keep my head in the same motion.

“Look at him, Kaylie!”

I did, just as I had tasted his precum. I saw both of them.. Him in unbelievable ecstasy and her, looking down at me, smiling.

I pulled back a little so that my lips just covered his head and my hand stroked the length of his cock. I remembered to massage the underside of his cock with my tongue.

“F-ffffuuuu-ckk,” I heard him whimper.

His cock pulsated with surprising strength. I felt a warm, sticky sensation. Salty but surprisingly sweet rope of cum hit the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat. The taste and texture was nothing I had experienced before and it was a little off-putting at first. 

I gagged a little but fought the sensation. I knew that this was it.. I couldn’t ruin this orgasm for his poor guy. Besides, I was already proud that I was able to coax a guy to cum in my mouth!

I continued stroking him and a little moan escaped from inside me.

I felt another tasty spurt of cum jet out of his cock and onto my tongue. I could fully taste this one and I was even more overjoyed. It really started to set in: I was responsible for this man cumming!

Another and another spasm of his cock let loose more of his delicious cum. My mouth was watering and rapidly filling. I was too scared to swallow and risk breaking my rhythm, causing a less than satisfactory orgasm.

With not having mastered opening my throat, the net few spurts of cum filled my mouth to capacity. Thick, white cum leaked between my lips and his cock. It flowed down my chin and neck.. I felt so dirty but so amazing. 

A few more spurts of his delicious cum filled my mouth and added to the cum that was on my chin. It dribbled onto my tits and my dress. I was overwhelmed with sensations.

I swallowed his sticky load and cleaned his cock with my mouth.

“Doesn’t she look beautiful with a cock in her mouth and cum on her face,” Kristin had asked Rob.

“Yes,” he whispered.

They began making out while I continued sucking on his cock. They paid no attention to me until they had their lusty minute. It was at that moment that I truly knew my place: I’m a man’s plaything and I deserve to be dominated.

To this day, this feeling is something I crave. I just want to be on my knees. I want to feel a man cum on me. I want to be told what to do.

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Tell me

“Go ahead, love.”

“I used to imagine him coming in.”

“When?”

“When I was masturbating.”

“When he was watching you?”

“Yes.”

“What would he do?”

“He would come in. He wouldn’t say anything. I wouldn’t either. At first, I would imagine how shy I’d be. How I’d close my legs and just stare at him. But he’d be looking at me with such love. He’d be stroking his –”

“Say it, sweety, go ahead.”

“ – his cock. He’s be stroking it. He’d be looking at me as I was laying in bed, on my back, naked and my hand would still be between my thighs, but my knees would be tight together and I couldn’t move my hand. The sheets and the whole room would smell like me. But I could tell he enjoyed looking at me so much, that he loved me so much. And after a while, we wouldn’t have to say anything, we would just be looking into each other’s eyes and I would slowly open my legs and keep touching myself.”

“Then what?”

“He’d take my hand and pull me upright, so I was sitting on the edge of the bed.”

“And then?”

“He’d just run the tip of his cock over my body, just touching my skin, my shapes, like he was worshiping me with it, like every part of me was giving him pleasure.”

The older woman takes up the dildo and lightly traces the tip of it over her lover’s breasts, her throat, and lips. “Like this?”

“Yes,” she answers, shaking.

“And would his cock move closer and closer to your lips.”

“Yes,” she answered, almost a whisper, “like he was afraid to ask?”

“Yes.”

“And would it finally touch your lips?” She moved the dildo to her lips while, with her other hand, she continued stroking her lover’s clit. The young woman licks the tip of the dildo. Then licks it again, then, using her lips, pulls the dildo into her mouth, sucking it, her slender neck moving back and forth. “And you sucked it? You took him into your mouth. You wanted to show him how good he made you feel, didn’t you?” The young woman moans, eyes closed, and begins to stiffen, but now with the taut winding of pleasure. “You want to show him that there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him, that you would even swallow him, that you would take him inside you the way he was already inside your heart.” The young woman groans and sucks harder. “Does he come in in your mouth sometimes?” The woman nods. “He’s coming. Do you taste his spurts? His sister’s mouth feels so good to him.”

The young woman’s eyes briefly open and roll as she comes. Her legs widen with each spasm. Then she takes the dildo out of her lover’s mouth. “Is that all? Did you imagine anything else?”

“Yes,” she answers quietly.

The older woman lowers the dildo and just presses the tip into her lover. She exhales and tries to move more of it inside her, but her older lover removes the dildo, dripping with strands of arousal, and moves it to her breasts. “Does he come on your breasts sometimes?”

The young woman nods.

The older woman traces the dildo’s wetness over her lover’s nipples. “Can you feel his wet come on them? How about your neck?” She moves the side of the slick dildo up her neck, then to her lips and cheek. “Do you feel your brother’s come smearing your lips and cheek? You’ve made him feel so good.” She continues to rub her young lover’s clit with her other hand as her abdomen already begins to intermittently spasm toward another orgasm. “But he’s still hard. Is there anything else you imagine?”

The young woman nods quickly, eyes half closed.

The older woman moves the dildo down, the tip over her lover’s belly button, and further down. “Open your legs. Show him you understand what he wants. He’s a man. Show him it’s ok. You understand. Show him that it’s ok.”

When the young lover’s legs are as wide as she can open them, her brother’s cock presses, parts, and enters her. She exhales loudly, presses her head back against her lover’s shoulder, and moves her hips to take more. Now the older woman holds the base of the dildo in the fingers of one hand and strokes her lover’s clit with the quick, feathery flicks of her other hand. “He’s big, isn’t he?”

The young woman nods.

“Just once. All those times he watched you; all those times you turned him on and he imagined the pleasure of you. You feel better than he ever imagined, but it hurts. His hardness hurts him the way it hurts you. Help him. Show him it’s ok. Just once. Do you feel him pressing, pushing, wanting?” She pushes, with the tip of her fingers, at the base of the cock, just a little, just enough to feel the repetitive thrusting deeply, but not painfully.

The young woman grunts, then grunts again. “Oh God!”

“He’s coming. Do you feel it? Go ahead. Show him how much pleasure he brings you, just once. Let him do it. Is this how you imagine it? Inside you?”

The young woman quickly nods, eyes wide, brows knitted. She bites her lower lip.

“He’s coming, but he has to be quiet. So do you. Open your legs. That’s it. Show him it’s ok, that you want him there. Just once.”

Then the young woman’s mouth opens, knees lifted, and as her back arches she drives the butt end of the dildo into the couch cushion — more deeply into herself. Her orgasm is quiet and deep. Her narrow belly and waist spasm and spasm again, clamping the upright cock up and inside.

“That’s it. Do you feel your brother filling you? He’s gushing. He’s soaking you inside.” The young woman grunts once more, eyes abruptly closed, head raised, and taut. “Good. But what does he do now? Does he leave? Does he kiss you, just once, softly, tenderly, tbefore he leaves.” One final hard spasm wracks the young woman and she collapses back against her lover, kissing her. The older woman starts to speak again but this time the young woman puts her finger to the older woman’s lips and quiets her with an exhausted smile.

They kiss.

They are quiet and both look out the bedroom’s french doors, at the bright morning just beyond. The younger woman holds her lover’s arm, draped over her breasts. “Now,” says the older woman quietly, “you don’t have to be jealous any more.”

The younger woman shakes her head and sighs.

Her lover says: “You’ve got me.”

https://eroticwriter.wordpress.com/2012/03/27/incestuous/

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(original)

[butitprobablyis]

Eat my dick, like a good little slut

a love story

[butitprobablyis]

By request

Did he ask you to suck his cock?”  Chip’s voice was a whisper.

“No.”  That was true.

“Would you have… if he’d asked, would you have sucked it?”  

“I don’t know.”  That was also true.

“Why?”  

Why didn’t he ask?  Or why didn’t I know?  I wasn’t sure what he meant.  But either way, there was only one answer.  “Because I didn’t give him the chance.”

Some cocks you want to savor.  You start with little licks, across the head, down the shaft.  Some you want to tease, nibbles and bites that inch down to the balls, then up ad again, while the precum forms, and your tongue swirls in the opening eye, till the drops form a torrent that tastes sticky on your lips before pooling on your tongue, and you swallow it down with a sigh of exquisite delight.

And some you want inside you so bad that your mouth becomes a gaping cunt, and you just devour every inch that you can.  

That’s how much I wanted Mark.  His cock hung as though suspended, quivering just inches from my face. It was beautiful, and as my breath touched it, it twitched, flexed, as if commanding me to…

Not yet.  I wanted to admire him first.  My fingers circled the base of his cock, holding him as my eyes devoured every millimetre.  The way it rose from the (trimmed?) hairy nest of his balls.  The way the skin stretched taut, and the thick blue vein pulsated with expectation.  The meaty mushroom of his cock head, and a crest that demanded an exploratory fingertip.  The way the precum bubbled from the eye.

I angled him to my lips, touched him to them and felt a shiver of excitement as his cock flexed again.  Now my tongue, circling the head.  And then I swooped, plunging over him, as deep as I could and deeper still.

I held him, my hands on his hips and gently rocking him, in and out, in and out, until he picked up the rhythm and my fingers moved elsewhere, between my legs and inside my panties, flicking my clit while he fucked my throat, and it was glorious because it lasted forever, through that one record and on through another, the rocking of his meat in my mouth, neither thrusting too hard nor demanding too much.  

I came, and I muffled my cry with his cock, but he knew and his hands were stroking my hair, then twisting it round between fingers that seemed to know just how hard I wanted it pulled, and when he released me and I raised my eyes to look into his face, it was only because the record was ending and he already knew the next one to play….

He stooped to the microphone.  “And here’s one for Chrissie, an old Stax soul mover.  It’s Sam and Dave and ‘Hold On, I’m Coming’.”

And I pulled back until just the head was on my lips, and jerked him as his entire body tensed – and then release, relief, stream after stream that spattered the back of my mouth as his cock jerked in my fist and he came on my face, as I grappled him back, fed him deep into my mouth and suckled and sucked the last jets from his dick…

https://chrissiebentley.wordpress.com/inside-the-library/a-handful-of-stories/last-night-a-dj-stained-my-t-shirt/

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Charlotte

“I was thinking about you,” I whispered in her ear, her thick hair tickling my nose. “I was thinking about how I wanted to see you.” I ran my hands up her sides, feeling the warm glow of her perspiration. “I was thinking about the feeling of your body.” My hands made their way to her breasts, cupping their fullness through her dress and bra. I peeked over her shoulder and down into her cleavage. The sun coming through the kitchen window illuminated the space between her breasts, her skin set afire by the yellow glow of the fabric. She closed her eyes and sighed as I massaged her breasts gently through her bra. Her breasts are very sensitive, and she loves when I give them attention. I kissed her neck and told her to go get undressed in the living room.

“No,” she said. “I want you in the bedroom. And I want you naked first.”

When Charlotte wants something, all signs of shyness disappear. She states plainly what she wants, and she gets it. She gets turned on when I put up a fight, but I invariably give in.

We walked to the bedroom and she stood in front of the door with her arms folded, smiling wryly at me as I took off my clothes. She let out a low groan at the sight of my cock, like the sound someone makes when they get a massage. I stood before her stiffening slowly, watching her beautiful eyes devour each inch of my penis.

“Don’t move,” she said, dropping to her knees in front of me. She grabbed my ass and pulled me so that my growing erection brushed against her face. She pushed it around with her nose, letting her moist lips brush against it. When I was fully hard, she let my cock fall heavily on her forehead, breathing lightly against my balls.

My cock throbbed excitedly as she took my balls one at a time into her hot hungry mouth. She mumbled things I couldn’t discern as she worked each of them with her tongue, the weight of my erection rubbing against her nose and forehead.

“You taste good, baby,” she said, wrapping her hand around my cock, smiling at me.

The sight of her breasts jiggling in her bra as she slowly jacked me off was driving me crazy. I needed to get her naked.

“You looking at my tits?” she said, giving them a look herself. “You’re just gonna have to wait for those.” With that, she spit a big glob of saliva onto the head of my cock and began sliding her hand up and down the length of me. “You like watching me rub your cock baby?” she cooed. “I bet you love watching. I bet you wanna watch me take it into my mouth.”

I groaned and told her I wanted to feel her mouth around me. I watched as she took the head of my cock into her mouth, her puffy red lips wrinkling as they stretched around my shaft, her big hazel eyes never leaving mine. Her lips made me think of strawberries. She sucked me hard, her eyes looking hungry, mumbling answers to my dirty questions as she went.

“You like having my big cock in your mouth?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Can you take it deeper?”

“Mmmgkmmhmm.”

After a few minutes of this, she stood up abruptly and kissed me hard on the mouth. I took the opportunity to get my hands under her skirt and pulled it up over her head in one fluid motion. I reached around her and unhooked her bra, throwing it to the floor. Without taking my eyes off hers I pushed her dark pink panties to the floor. She gasped at the suddenness of her nudity, standing in the middle of my bedroom, with nothing to hide behind.

I pulled her body against mine and kissed her deeply. She let out a short moan against my mouth. Her supple breasts pressed against my skin, nipples growing hard. I began kissing my way down her neck to her shoulders, my hands caressing her smooth, round ass. Once I reached her breasts I took the tip of each into my mouth and licked smooth circles around her rosy nipples. Charlotte bit her lip and groaned.

Her nipples are big and dark, and with the proper attention they stand out from her breasts like sentinels. I sucked each of them hard and watched her cheeks flush.

“Oh fuck that feels nice,” she sighed. “I love when you suck my tits.”

I felt a chill run down my spine to my balls when she said tits. It was just a teaser for how dirty I knew her mouth would get when we really got going.

Once I was done with her breasts, I worked my way down over her stomach, kissing her navel on the way, until I reached her neat little patch of pubic hair. I squeezed her ass as I nuzzled her dark bush. The scent of her pussy rose to me like a pleading invitation. I accepted and lowered my lips to her wet pink folds, kissing her lips like one would a lover’s forehead. Charlotte looked down at me hungrily, biting her lower lip, begging me to give her pussy what it wanted.

Again, I accepted. How could I not? I buried my mouth in the wetness of her pussy, my tongue systematically working its way around, my chin instantly covered in her juices. After a moment of exploration, I honed in on her clit. Charlotte is crazy about having her clit worked over, and it’s always ready, so I set right to it.

With her lips in my mouth I circled her swollen knob firmly with the tip of my tongue. She wriggled against me and arched her back.

“Yes baby. Yes. Right there. Suck my clit,” she moaned, her tits rocking back and forth with each buck of her body.

I answered, but my words were lost as vibrations against her soaked pussy. The pitch of her voice sounded like she was getting close to her destination, so I increased my speed and pressure on her clit. She responded by grabbing the back of my head and pulling my face yet harder against her crotch.

“Oh baby, eat that pussy. Keep going,” she moaned. “You’re gonna fucking make me cum all over your face.”

The sound of her ravenously horny voice made me want to push her over the edge into orgasm even worse, so I doubled my speed and reached up and squeezed her bouncing tits. They were soft in my hands like dough, with her nipples poking my palms. Her moans turned to desperate screams as she let me thrust her into orgasm.

“Oh fuck baby. Oh fuck,” she said through gritted teeth. “Here I fucking come.”

The orgasm thrashed through her body like a rip-tide. her back arched and her hips rocked against my face. I felt the waves of it pass through her as she ground her clit against my mouth.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” she said, giggling, as her orgasm subsided. Her cheeks were flushed rosy red to match her nipples and she bit her lower lip. “I just came so hard.”

“I know you did. It was fucking hot,” I replied, licking her juices off of my lips. She pulled me up and kissed me on the mouth, our tongues intertwining. She likes to taste herself after she comes.

Suddenly she shoved me down onto the bed and pulled herself up to the level of my cock.

“Now you’re gonna come for me,” she said, wrapping her soft fingers around my erection. She began to jerk me off roughly, staring into my eyes. “You better fucking come.”

She leaned down and spit loudly onto the head of my cock. We watched it slide down my shaft and she resumed work with her hands, squeezing my balls while she jerked me off with increasing intensity. I grunted and groaned, telling her how much I liked her hands around me. She responded by speeding her strokes even more.

“You feel so big in my hand,” she said under her breath as she squeezed me. “I can feel it throbbing.”

“I want you to suck my cock again,” I said.

“Is that an order?” she asked coyly.

“Yes.”

Charlotte licked her red lips and looked down at my erection pointing up at her, as if sizing it up. She took just the head into her mouth at first, but once she’d gotten that nice and wet, she took more of me. With each bob of her head, she took another half-inch of my shaft down her throat. I ran my fingers through her hair and pushed my hips toward her. She looked up at me, asking with her eyes if I liked what she was doing.

“Can you take me all the way in?”

“Mmmhmm”

I watched as she took more and more of my length down her throat, her eyes widening as she neared the end, her effort tangible. She slid the last half-inch of my cock into her mouth and I felt the tip pressing against the back of her throat. With wide eyes, she held me there for a moment and slid me out of her mouth with a gasp. I groaned hungrily as she jerked me off while catching her breath.

“Oh baby, if you keep that up I’m gonna come,” I grunted. Her hand was wrapped tightly around my wet cock, the blood throbbing in my veins, her beautiful, trusting eyes gazing up at me. I felt like I could come at any moment.

With this, she thrust my cock back into her mouth, taking me all the way in and all the way out a few times. I threw my head back, groaning her name over and over, pulling her head towards me gently by her hair. Her eyes didn’t leave mine.

When I told her I was really going to cum soon, she loudly popped my cock out of her mouth and began jerking me off roughly against her breasts.

“You gonna come for me baby?” she said through her teeth. “You wanna come on my tits?”

“Oh fuck yeah.”

“You wanna come all over my tits? Let me see you come baby.”

Charlotte’s breasts jiggled and bounced as her hand stroked up and down my shaft. She stared up at me with a beautiful ravenous intensity. I felt the orgasm rising in my balls, as if from a long way off. Like a train on its way. I surrendered to its arrival, groaning with my head thrown back.

“Oh fuck I’m coming baby!”

“Fuck yes, come for me.”

I looked down just in time to see the first powerful spurt of cum travel the distance between my cock and her face, landing squarely on her bright red lips. Like strawberries and cream, I thought in that uncanny mid-orgasm clearing. The second shot draped itself over her breasts, and the next few hit her nipples.

“Ooh baby. Come all over my tits,” she cooed, licking the cum from her lips, squeezing the last slow waves of it from my cock onto her smooth, soft breasts. She licked the last drop from my head and smiled a giddy smile up at me, as much with her eyes as with her mouth.

“Thank you, Charlotte,” I said, letting out a deep sigh.

She pulled herself up and kissed me on the mouth. “No, thank you.”

https://web.archive.org/web/20120827052316/http://brooklynobserver.wordpress.com/2011/11/08/strawberries-or-charlottes-surprise-visit

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Dirty Diana Episode 6

https://dirty-diana.simplecast.com/episodes/amanda

Look I’m all for a bait and switch: come for the actresses telling sex stories stay for the self actualization.  And honestly given all the on-line therapy ads in Diry Diana really where else would you expect it go.

And if it just stuck with this episodes theme that the fairytale romantic happily-ever-after fantasy is an unrealistic as the non stop prono fuckfest fantasy I would have said well done.  I probably would have even forgiven the showdown scene with Diana & her mother  although it really only exists to add some shouting. err.. drama, to stuff that could have been part of Diana’s in-show therapy sessions.  I would have even overlooked how cartoonishly boorish Diana’s male co-workers are.  It would have been decent point to land on and a well made

But instead the series (season?) now to be adapted by Amazon TV goes out with the show’s Manic Pixie Dream Girl Character giving Diana a million dollars for her internet sex fantasy side hustle.  $elf actualization undersells what had been worthwhile in this series.

[butitprobablyis]

Hungry little mouse

He felt guilt and shame and unparalleled pleasure as his sister's mouth enveloped his cock in hot, wet fire. He would feel her lips make a hot, constricting ring around his cock's head while squeezing it with one hand, at the very base, in a half circle made with her thumb and forefinger. As she descended on him he felt her sweet lips glide down, slowly, until his cock head touched the soft wet flesh at the back of her throat. From there she continued her wicked descent, his cock slipping more deeply in, with her mouth and throat feeling like the only place he ever wanted his cock to be.

As her mouth neared the very base of his cock she'd pause, while her lips moved artistically against him, massaging his shaft. Then she'd remove her hand to make room to continue further down with her lips, all the way to the base, taking every single inch of him into her. Her lips would touch the flesh of his groin, right at the base of his cock, then move agilely again, squeezing him, working him, while her tongue writhed, pressing and exploring the sides of his prick inside her mouth.

She would hold him like that, rammed deeply into her throat, for an unbearable eternity before releasing him.

She was amazing, taking him as no woman ever had. She'd take and release him quickly, two, three, four times, then let his cock slide out so she could hold it in her hands, licking and kissing the sides, while she regrouped, preparing for another assault.

While she had him deep inside her throat, while she devoured him, he lost all control. He would grab her head to pull her onto him, helping to drive his cock deeply into his own sister's mouth, fucking her wildly, aching for the release that would only come by filling her sweet loving mouth with everything he could give her.

When she released him, then conscious thought, and the guilt, would return. She would press her lips against his cock, holding it against her face. She would look up into his own eyes with hers. She was a woman, he knew, an irresistible woman, but when he looked at her he saw the big brown eyes in the innocent little girl's face that he had grown up with. A small voice in the back of his mind screamed at him to stop, to take control and put a stop to it.

And then her mouth was on him again, feverishly trying to bring him to climax, clearly, excitingly hungry to taste her brother's cum. Each time he felt her mouth on him, he longed to give it to her.

Lost in the sensation, his thoughts wandered randomly, aimlessly into recent days, as he felt her mouth torturing him gloriously.

Her mouth. His sister's nasty, perfect mouth.

https://www.literotica.com/s/mouse-bk-01-ch-01