Aug 20

Tentacle Sex

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This is a short video of tentacles who have a chick bound. One tentacle enters her mouth and another her cunt. They hump her until they squirt a little bit in her then pull out and make a mess of her too. This video is similar to another simple tentacle rape video called tentacle invasion

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Jul 23

Us Lesbians Need to Stick Together

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We were sitting in her study. The wind was howling around the house, but it was warm. The fire threw shadows across her long, chestnut hair, as she sat on the large, comfortable settee. I was standing by the fire, allowing it to warm my back, and I could see that she had nothing on underneath her cream silk blouse. The short chocolate colored skirt had ridden up around her thighs, and the tops of stockings peeped tantalizingly from under the hem. As I grew warmer, I drank the cold white wine faster, and then went for a top up, from the bottle sat on the table next to her. She held out her glass, and I filled it, then filled mine. I don’t know what happened next, but somehow I find I’ve spilt the wine on her silk shirt. I can see the dark hard nipple, clearly visible through the wet blouse, and I can’t help myself, I bend down, and take it into my mouth, sucking the wine from her blouse and sucking too, the increasingly hard nipple. I expect her to brush me away in horror, but instead I feel her hand creeping up my thigh, sliding to the bottom of the zip of the leather jeans I’m wearing. The fingers are light and fluttery, driving me mad! I take my mouth away from her nipple, and look into her eyes. I see ‘yes’ written there, so I put down the wine and place my lips on hers, softly at first, then harder. All of a sudden we are locked in a passionate embrace. The silk rips easily as I pull it from her, the buttons flying in all directions, and her pic2flesh, golden in the firelight, awaits my eager tongue.

I lap at her skin, tasting the wine and tasting her, while she pulls at the zip of my jeans. I move slightly to assist her, then tug at the zip of her skirt. We stand up, and the jeans, skirt, and rags, which were her blouse, fall to the floor. Neither she nor I are wearing underwear, and as she pulls my T-shirt over my head, my nipples stand proud and waiting. Her fingers find my tits and stroke them softly. I thrust them closer to   her, and she squeezes them.. I moan, and I feel the heat building up. I push her to the floor, and the soft fur rug tickles my legs as I lay on top of her. My tits hang down and press against hers, the nipples rubbing together. She opens her legs, and I feel the heat from her cunt touching mine. With my mouth on hers, I slide my hand down between us. Her clit jumps at my touch, and it is SO hard. I rub it and she trembles. Taking my mouth from hers, I start to lick my way down her body. Her big tits fill up my mouth, then I move down, sucking, licking, till I bury my face in her hot cunt. I flick my tongue across her clit, then bury my face in her cunt, and her juices fill my mouth as she comes. I put my fingers in her moist hole, and suck her clit. She writhes and moans, and her muscles squeeze my fingers. I move one finger backwards until it presses against the tight hole of her arse. The juices flowing from her cunt run down, and my wet finger slides into her arse. I twist it slowly, and she goes wild! She thrusts her hips up to meet my face, and I take her, fucking her, sucking her, in a heated frenzy. I can feel my own juices running down my thighs, soaking the rug. I lift my face from her, then move round so that we are locked together, legs entwined, clit against clit. She sits up, and supports herself with one hand, squeezes my tits with the other. We rub our cunts together, and they are so wet and slippery. Then I can’t help myself. I come all over her cunt. She pulls away, and moves down between my legs. She starts to eat me, and I’m coming again, filling her mouth, and she sucks at my cunt, drinking it all. I seem to keep coming and coming, while she fucks both my holes with her fingers and tongue, until, spent, she pulls away, and we lay back on the rug, exhausted, and fall asleep.When we awake, she leads me to the shower. But that’s another story….

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Jul 23

Wendy the Baby Penis Clit Lesbian

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Wendy and I have been friends forever, having lived a few houses apart since we were 8. Our birthdays are only 3 days apart, so naturally co-parties seemed a natural to our parents, who have played bridge together every Wednesday for years.

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We’ve always gone to the same schools and known the same kids. Our families are close, so we go on vacations together a lot, too. And of course, we always spend Wednesday evenings together, wherever the bridge party isn’t. Anyway, being so close we seem to have matured together, as well: we seemed to start growing breasts around the same time, we both started our periods within the same month, stuff like that. It’s been really convenient for sharing clothes, since we’re close to the same size, too. Wendy’s boobs are a little longer than mine, but mine are rounder.

Probably the neatest thing is we’ve had each other to lean on for the emotional changes in becoming women. We consider ourselves to be women, starting high school and all, people maturing so much faster that they used to. Wendy, of course, is more strident than me. I call it strident. Like, when we were about nine, a lady down the street thought Wendy had taken something from her yard and spread a rumor. Of course Wendy hadn’t, and when she heard about the rumor, she marched right down there, knocked on the lady’s door, and told her what for! And only nine years old. I was so proud, since I could never have done that, especially to an adult and all.

Then there was the time she went on “a date” when she was 14 with Warren and he decided he should give her a hicky to prove to the other guys that he had been alone with her. She decided right then that she wasn’t going out with another boy till she was at least 20 since they were too immature, biting and all. I agreed, though never as firmly as Wendy, and we vowed to not date boys ‘till we turned twenty, ages from now.

Just a couple weeks ago, Wendy made another grand decision: bras are the invention of men and she isn’t going to wear one ever again. We were at her house after school today when she told me. She was changing her clothes, we’ve never been shy around each other that way, like sisters, and she took her blouse off and I was surprised she had no bra on, her boobs just, well, out there. She was so proud as she announced her decision to me, but I laughed till I almost cried when I saw the bandaids on her nipples. She said that was so the boys couldn’t tell she was bare underneath and make fun. I was rolling on the bed, I almost couldn’t breath, when she tried to take the bandaids off and was jumping all around ‘cause they were sticking so, pulling on her tender skin. Wendy is really pale and I think pale skin in more tender than darker skin like mine. I’m not like black or anything, but darker than Wendy. Anyway, her poor little boobs were all itchy from the bandaids for an hour. I said she should maybe wear a halter, or a tube, or maybe a tank-top under her blouse instead of using bandaids.

“That’s a great idea,” she said, rubbing the ends of her breasts . “Feel how raw my poor titties are,” she pouted, leaning toward me. I didn’t move, not sure what to do. We had touched each other when we were younger, like kids do, and spent time comparing our breast sizes as they grew, and examining how I had a little thicker pubic hair than Wendy’s as that came in, but not lately, not since we’d “grown up”.

She saw my hesitation. “Don’t worry, one touch won’t make you a lesbian or anything,” she joked. “And they won’t bite, like boys do.” She really hated hickies with a passion ever since that time with Warren. I carefully reached out a fingertip and touched the now pink skin near the end of her breast, sliding in a circle, ever smaller till I ran off the end of her nipple.

“Ooo, that feels different than when I do it,” she smiled. “I play with my nipples sometimes, to see how excited I can get, you know? But when you touch me, it’s a lot more exciting.” We had talked before about how sensitive our breasts were when touched, back when they where just getting going, but that had been a couple years ago probably. I thought it was neat how we could talk about everything together.

“You ought to go without a bra, Laura, at least sometimes. It feels really neat: free and loose. And, of course, sometimes your blouse will rub just right and feel sooo sexy. Of course, it can be distracting in the middle of class.” We laughed and then joked about getting excited in old Mr. Hickson’s history class.

“I don’t think I could get excited in his class even if my hands were on my boobs the whole time” I blurted out.

“You just don’t have the right technique, girl,” she said as she jumped to the bed. Then very secretly “I got some good advice from this book my mom has. I found it way up on the shelf in her closet, and it has pictures and lots of ideas. I tried several different ways till I found this one that feels sooo good. Then she continued more matter of factly, “I was looking for condoms cause mom keeps saying she won’t get pregnant again, but I hear them making it in there every once in a while. They wait till late when they think I’m asleep. Do you masterbate, I mean since we lost our virginity?”

Technically, neither of us were virgins anymore. But that’s another story, one we again went through together. I was glad to get the subject off of her parents, though, a picture I didn’t want in my head. But shifting to me was uncomfortable too.

“Sometimes,” I admitted. “It feels funny, a nice funny. But maybe you’re right. It probably depends on how you do it.”

“Well, I’ll show you the book tonight,” then she brought her hand up to my chin, “and maybe show you a thing or two,” she offered as she caressed my cheek.

pic”I bet you can, too.” I grabbed her hand in mine. “I bet you do it every night, don’t you?” I said smiling.

“Well, I only found the book last Friday.” And we both laughed.

The game was at my parents’ house, so we would have pizza at Wendy’s. I went home and tried not to think about tonight, or not let on to Mom that I was pre-occupied with it so she’d start asking what was on my mind. I loved her being concerned, but I was more grown than she new, and thought about things she would say “should wait till I was older”. I went down to Wendy’s just before dark, passing her folks coming to my house. They were holding hands like kids. The image of them in bed, her mom’s feet in the air, yelling oh baby! flooded my mind, and I was sure I blushed as we passed. They told me to hurry cause Wendy was waiting, they wouldn’t be too late, maybe 10:30 or 11:00 as usual.

Wendy let me in wearing her summer pajamas, pink shorties with a lacy thin top. Her boobs were apparent beneath the thin material. For some reason, I noticed them more after our talk this afternoon. Then she noticed me noticing, and struck a sway-back, push-em out pose, swaying her chest back and forth. “Like what you see, lady?”

“You tease. I just didn’t expect to see you in pajamas so early. Going to bed soon?”

She laughed her ‘I’m so sexy’ laugh. “We’ll see.”

We had pizza and sodas while watching some TV. Then Wendy left the room for a few minutes, I assumed in the bathroom, but she came back with her mom’s book she had mentioned this afternoon, “Loving Me, Loving You” it was called.

“I’ll clean up this stuff,” she said waving at the paper plates and napkins, “while you go get some pj’s on. Then I’ll show you the book.”

“I didn’t bring any pj’s,” I admitted. “I didn’t know I was spending the night. Can I borrow?” “Sure, you know where they are,” she said with a sweet smile. I really like Wendy. I ran up to her room and rummaged through her jama drawer, grabbing a pair of summer-light pajamas, shorties like Wendy’s, only yellow. I slipped out of my clothes, pausing to view myself in the mirror on the back of her door. I am thin, but athletic from the soccer we still play. My waist is longer than Wendy’s, but just as small, rounding to nice adolescent hips. I turned this way, then that, thinking I was probably sexy looking. Then trotted down stairs. I remembered what she had said about feeling loose and free without a bra and thought that was probably true, conscious now of my nipples rubbing inside the borrowed top.

We sat close together against the couch, as though we were watching a scary movie and each needed the comfort of the other. The book was all about a woman’s body and how to get yourself sexually excited. It was a woman alone at first, showing large color pictures just where everything was, and how it all worked, and how to stimulate your breasts, the most tender sensitive spots on a woman’s body, how to arouse yourself. Wendy pointed out the ways she had already tried. I was silent, feeling inexperienced, but definitely interested.

Later in the book it showed two women together, doing what the one had done for herself earlier, then going further. Wendy said this was where she had gotten her details about oral sex. Why did she need that kind of information, I wondered? I was entranced, though. I had heard of women together, but never imagined what I saw in these pages, in graphic color. The sensitive touching all over, the kissing, full on the lips, then with tongues, breasts being fondled, nipples being licked and kissed and sucked. I could feel my own body getting aroused, though it was new to me, in this way, beyond anything I had done in my own self-exploration. We turned the pages slowly, only murmuring at what we saw, though I could feel Wendy occasionally glancing toward me. She stopped for a long time on one page of photos, one woman spreading the other’s labia apart and putting her tongue into her, licking her clitoris as it got so big it looked like a baby penis, but more buried sort of, then pulling it with her lips, sucking it. There were other positions too, more than I can remember. I was almost overwhelmed by this new experience, intrigued, yet apprehensive. These women made it seem so loving, there looks were genuine and really seemed like they were lost in their senses, not like the stage bunnies in my dad’s Hustler in the garage. I surprised myself as I half imagined Wendy and myself in those pictures, holding each other, loving each other.

“I couldn’t show this to anyone else, you know,” Wendy looked at me with a warm, loving look. “I saw these women the first time and thought of you. Not old or anything like that” she smiled again, “and I am not proposing marriage or anything. But you know how close we are, how we can touch each other without worrying about it like most girls. I don’t know, I just thought of you.” I didn’t know what to say. I could see her emotions were very high, she was actually flushing, her cheeks and lips getting redder. I put my hand on her shoulder and admitted I was just thinking the same thing about her and I. Suddenly, she leaned toward me, and slowly, watching my eyes for permission, brought her lips close to mine. She looked at my lips, my mouth, my nose, then into my eyes again. She must have seen the submission I was feeling as she brought her lips to mine.

As we touched, I was surprised that I wasn’t nervous at all. I could tell Wendy felt the same, that for us this was ok, natural. I knew her lips would be soft. I mean, lips are always soft aren’t they? But this was really my first loving kiss, not a Mom or Dad kiss, not a congratulations girlfriend kiss. But a warm sensuous, loving sexy kiss. Wendy pulled away, and as we looked at each other, we smiled happily. As she leaned toward me again, I ran my tongue over my lips to moisten them, Wendy hesitated and smiled as I did it. Then we moved together, meeting lightly at first. She turned her torso slightly to face me as I leaned back on the foot of the couch.

We didn’t need to speak at all as we anticipated each others moves. Wendy steadied herself with one arm to the floor, her other hand rising to my cheek, while my hands reached out to circle her waist. When our lips came together again, they seemed to blend into one another, melting together as they spread open. My tongue was the first to emerge, I think surprising us both. I brushed past Wendy’s lips, then retreated, then meeting her eyes, returned further, sliding easily into her waiting mouth. I found her own tongue, gliding over it slowly, then around it. Our eyes met again as I pulled it out past her lips, Wendy chasing my tongue with hers. My eyes drifted closed as she spread her mouth over mine and I let her warmness dive deeply into me. I could sense our wetness blending as she searched excitedly over my soft wet inner skin. Then I playfully pulled her warm member in with a little sucking tug, nearly capturing her tongue. She sort of giggled, a funny sound without a tongue to help. We both couldn’t help but laugh at that.

After she calmed down, she looked at me more seriously. “It feels good kissing you. I wasn’t sure how it would be, kissing a girl and all, but I like it fine with you.” We both agreed it made us feel closer, more than friends. She described the sensation stirring in her breasts and vagina, a sort of tingling. I realized my hand was still at her side, my fingers idly skimming her ribs beneath her top. I raised my target slowly, finding the outer swell of her breast, circling below it towards her chest, the swelling increasing only slightly since gravity had little effect on her youngness. I rubbed the underside of her boob, slowly working up toward the tip, but before I got there she kind of shivered, sitting up straighter, but moving into my hand. Our eyes locked as I found her nipple, grasping it between my thumb and finger, massaging it gently. Her face came nearer, her lips drifted to my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, my mouth. Her hand outside her nighty covered mine within, applying more pressure.

“I think we should take this book upstairs,” she whispered, her mouth still against mine. “See what’s in there for us.”

“Mmm,” I mumbled through her lips. “Before your folks come home.” She drew away and glanced at the clock. Not quite 8 p.m. “Lots of time,” she said, then hopped up quickly, reaching down for my hand. I grasped her fingers and rose myself, and we headed for the stairs, one of her hands grasping mine, the other clutching the book. Wendy trotted ahead of me up the stairs. I noticed her tight little buns, how firmly they bounced, the slight sway to her hips. I had noticed these things before, but not with the same feelings, wanting to touch her, hold her. As she reached the top of the stairs she turned, backing toward her room, and grasped the bottom edge of her shortie top, beaming at me, then in one quick motion pulled it over her head and off, her eyelids drooping to a dreamy, sexy look. “Come into my boudoir,” she said, trying her best French accent. I made a little purring, growing sound as I ran toward her.

“Aaa!” she squealed, turning to run into her room. I followed on her heels, then “Wait!” she commanded as I got close, turning towards me. “You have to strip for me. Do a sexy dance.” She was being very commanding all of a sudden. I turned my head slightly, a sly smile on my lips, then began rocking my hips back and forth, seductively sliding my hands over my own breasts, then working my top upwards, slowly uncovering myself , then my top was over my head. Wendy “Ooo’d” and “Aaah’d”, flopping back onto the bed. I turned my back to her and continued moving my hips, bending at the waist, pushing my butt toward her as my fingers caught the edge of my pj bottoms and slowly eased them downward, exposing the top of my crack, then my cheeks. I bent my knees, squatting to the floor, pulling the pjs to my ankles, then straightened my knees quickly, leaving my hands and pjs on the floor, my nude butt staring at her.

“Yes!” She shouted. “I thought you were the shy one.”

I turned to face her as I stepped out of the discarded pajamas, fully nude before her. I had been at least partially nude in Wendy’s presence lots of times before, but I couldn’t remember being totally nude with her, not with these feelings, these desires. “Maybe love is making me crazy,” I countered as I moved toward her. “Love is not shy. Now, where is that book.”

She giggled. “I don’t need it for step one,” she offered. “Now lie here while I see how hard those nipples will get.” They were getting harder already, I thought, as I obeyed her and slide onto the bed. First I lay length wise, as I would to sleep, but she pulled my legs around to the edge of the bed, my butt barely on the surface, legs dangling over the edge. As she moved between my legs, I pulled my feet up onto the edge of the bed, Wendy spreading my knees to give her more room. She leaned over me, her hands sliding down my legs, first to my tummy, then up my sides to coax my arms up over my head, then slowly ran her fingers down through my tender underarms. I shivered as her touch began to re-awaken the sensations I’d felt downstairs. She fixed her attention on my breasts, her fingers gently circling them from base to tip, sending lightning up my spine. My eyes closed, I bite my lower lip, her hands covered me now, rubbing, kneading my soft flesh. I lowered my chin so I could see as she bent further, her lips spreading over my right nipple, the entire end of my breast disappearing into her mouth. I threw my head back again as I arched my back to meet her. She rubbed and nibbled hungrily, my nipple hardening and growing under her caressing. She sucked the dark nubbin upward, then let it escape her mouth, only to retrieved it again, and again. She worked the other nipple with her finger and thumb until she attacked it with her lips and tongue. No one had ever felt my breasts like this, certainly not with this sexual intent, and it was driving me wild.

She continued to nibble at my nipples as her hands slowly traced a path down my sides, back and forth around my waist, to my hips, down my thighs and back up to my waist, then down over my tummy to where my legs joined my abdomen. Her fingers slide down the creases where my thighs spread out, sliding to my crotch. She gently pushed my legs apart further as her mouth and tongue left my breasts, moving down my ribs, pausing to explore my navel. I lifted my head to watch as she licked her way past my tan line to my pubic hair, then grabbed it in her lips playfully. I smiled at her weakly, lowering my arms so I could reach out to her, to brush her cheeks with my fingers. She smiled up at me as she continued down my muff, her tongue slipping out to moisten my hair, playing at the top of my slit. “Oh Wendy,” I moaned. “Keep going,” I begged.

“You smell like you just had a shower,” she commented as she worked lower. I could only nod. She worked her tongue between my labia, spreading the lips, sliding up and down between me. “Oh!” I moaned louder as she came to rest just above my vagina, searching for and finding my clitoris. She worked the tip of her tongue like a finger, or a penis I thought, flicking and rubbing my clit, my hips beginning to rock, my whole stomach and abdomen contracting involuntarily to pull my crotch up to her face. My hands tugged her head closer to me. Then she spread her tongue down through my slit and back up, then slowly worked at the entrance to my vagina. The tip of her tongue just slightly penetrated me, then retreated, then pushed into me further. I felt like my whole body was burning, my vagina was starting to contract, then she pushed her tongue into me deeply, her face pushing against me hard. Suddenly I felt her sliding a finger into me, her tongue moving back to my clit. My body shuddered as she massaged upwards on my vagina, finding the tender base of my clit, sucking the end. Now two fingers were sliding in and out of me, fully up to her knuckles, first rubbing the top, then the bottom, reaching into me, spreading me. I could feel my pussy squeezing her fingers tightly as she reached for my cervex, her lips pulling my clitoris into her mouth. My mind was reeling, my body churning against Wendy’s face and hands. My vagina was pinching her fingers now, my hips rocking. I couldn’t control myself as I forced her face into me, all the muscles between my stomach and my knees it seemed were contracting. I was in a daze for what seemed like several minutes, I don’t know. Slowly, my body began to relax. I realized I was very wet down there, and Wendy continued to lick at me, almost lapping at my pussy. I was helpless, collapsed on the bed, as she began to nibble my clitoris again. It was so sensitive, my hips twitched with each touch of her tongue. Finally, she raised her face to mine, her mouth and chin smeared with my juices. She lay her breasts against mine as she brought her lips to my lips, her tongue to my tongue. I tasted my vagina as Wendy had done, from her mouth. I pressed my face to hers, sucking her tongue, pulling her into me, holding her close to me. We lay there for several minutes, holding each other, before I regained my composure, before my body would relax. “Wendy,’ I said, “I can’t believe it. I…..I couldn’t think….your tongue and fingers….God I couldn’t move.” She kissed my nose.

“Pretty good huh? I can’t believe how tight you got. My fingers were trapped there for a while,” she whispered, her hand gently touching my cheek, then brushing a wisp of hair from my forehead. “Very strong muscles down there girl.”

“I had no idea what it would be like. You hit all the right spots, that’s for sure,” I smiled dreamily at her. “You really attacked my pussy, girl. It’s all over you face,” I said as my fingered wiped a moist spot from her chin.

“Yours too.” she laughed. Then we kissed again, softly, emotionally.

“I want to do it to you,” I said to Wendy as she started to raise off of me. I wasn’t sure I could do what she had done, I couldn’t believe I was even thinking about doing it, but I wanted to try. I wanted to please her as she had me.

“Let’s rinse off some first,” she said, running her tongue over her lips, moving toward the bathroom. I could feel my climax leaving me, my exhilaration waning. I hoped I could keep my courage up to be as sexual, as uninhibited, as Wendy had. I felt like I had just gone along, riding the wave of emotion and physical pleasure she had given me, not really making a decision to make love like that. Now I wanted to make the decision to do it. With Wendy.

When I heard the shower going, I slid off the bed and headed for the bathroom. Wendy was just stepping into the tub as I came in. I watched her firm butt tighten as she tested the stream of water. Then she danced into the water with a squeal. “Ooo! It’s cold!” Her firm breasts jiggled as she bounced and turned under the spray, the light glistening off her wet skin. I sat down on the toilet to pee, and I just watched as she rinsed her head and face, then raised her arms and turned again to rinse each underarm. She squeezed out some liquid soap and began lathering herself, starting at her shoulders, moving through her underarms, around her sides and over her boobs. She seemed to linger there several moments, rubbing them, massaging her nipples, then moved down her front to her tummy, then her abdomen. She got more soap as she raised one leg to the edge of the tub, spreading her crotch. Her soapy hands dove between her legs, the one in front lathering her muff and inner thighs, the other going behind to her cheeks. She ran her fingers between her cheeks, pausing at her asshole to cleanse it thoroughly. Suddenly I looked up to her face and saw she was watching me watching her, and I blushed.

“Enjoying the view?” she asked with a smile.

I wiped myself, then stood by the sliding door. “It feels kinda funny, but yes, I am,” I admitted. She was rinsing herself as I joined her in the tub, feeling the cold water splashing on me. “Ooo, it is cold.” She smoothed her hair back as she stepped out of the stream toward me. “You’ll get used to it quick. It’ll make your nipples hard though,” she said, looking down at her own, flicking one with a fingertip. I could see they were really extended, bigger than usual. I watched as her hand came up to my chin, meeting her eyes as she gently slide across my cheek, to my neck and pulled my face to hers. Her lips were cool as they met mine. My eyes closed as our bodies came together, my arms instinctively circling her waist, our breasts pressing together. I could feel her hard wet nipples against me. She pulled her head back to look at me, our eyes meeting, a smile on her lips. Then her tongue slide out to touch the end of my nose, making me giggle, then she flicked it at my lips, and I nipped at it in fun. She moved close to me again and pushed her tongue between my lips, and I welcomed her warmness as it slide between my lips, and I sucked it deep within, her lips spreading over mine. Wendy began rubbing her chest against me, our breasts mashing together, her nipples occasionally moving against mine. I could feel my excitement growing again. She pulled her face away. “You get finished while I look through the book for something exciting for you to do to my squeeky clean body,” then she gave me a quick kiss and slipped out of the shower. I jumped into the cold water and rinsed myself quickly. I had taken a shower before I came over, but spent time washing my crotch anyway. I wondered what Wendy would come up with for me to do. I was still in wonder at what we were doing tonight, and surprised how much I was enjoying it. The feelings of guilt I had expected had melted away, along with my vanity. I had allowed Wendy to touch me everywhere, my most private areas, exploring me with erotic abandon, and loved it. I was actually excited just thinking about doing the same to Wendy. I was a little apprehensive, maybe, but very willing. I turned off the water and grabbed a towel from the rack.

I dried myself as I walked back into the bedroom. Wendy was flipping through her mother’s book as I approached.

“Hmmm,” she murmured. “This looks really nasty, erotic. I’d feel really exposed in that position, I think.” I looked over her shoulder at a picture of two women on a bed, one with her back against the headboard. The other woman was laying on the bed in the opposite direction, pillows piled under her butt to raise it in the air, one leg stretched up the wall, the other bent at the hip back toward her head. She was sort of resting on her shoulders, her crotch spread upwards before the other woman’s face. The first woman was looking down on the other’s crotch, one arm around the other’s hips, her other hand at the woman’s vagina, spreading her labia so her tongue could enter her. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.

“Wow,” was all I could say.

“Talk about full access, huh?” Wendy smiled at me. “That’s what I want you to do, till I scream in ecstasy. Will you?” She looked at me excitedly. I was amazed at her abandon. She would be not just nude, not just showing her pussy to me, but presenting it like a drinking fountain.

“Gosh”, I said. “I guess so. I haven’t ever played with someone else like this, you know. So I’ll be guessing some.”

“What I did to you felt good, right?” She responded, encouragingly. “Just massage my clit and vagina like I did. You’ll do fine. God, I’m half excited already just looking at this picture. Let me get some more pillows.” She was up like a shot, trotting to the hall linen closet. I watched her thin athletic body prancing through the house, getting excited myself. Then she was back with two more pillows. She piled them on her own pillow, then climbed onto the bed, feet toward the headboard, raising her rear-end into the air on top of the pile of pillows. As she slide closer to the headboard, raising herself higher she turned her head to me, and reached out to my hand, coaxing me onto the bed. “Come on”, she smiled. I crawled to her side on my hands and knees, then bent over her face, kissing her cheeks, her nose, her lips. My hand went to her breasts, massaging then firmly. She responded with moans of pleasure as I rubbed a nipple between my fingers. Then I kissed my way down her neck, to her chest, and attacked her breasts with my mouth. I wanted to be gentle, but she told me “harder, harder.” When her nipples were very hard, I moved to give her another long, deep kiss, forcing my tongue deeply into her mouth. I could tell she was getting excited now, pulling on my tongue with her lips, grabbing my boobs as I slide my right hand up to her crotch. I rubbed her muff firmly, then spread my fingers over her vagina and slide back and forth from her muff to her cheeks, feeling ever inch of her most private areas. Then I pulled my tongue out of her mouth and rose up, moving to the head of the bed. I positioned myself so I could lean over her crotch, between her spread legs. Her pussy was wide open to me, every feature exposed and turned up to me. I slowly fingered her pubic hair, sliding down to her labia, spreading them as I had watched her do to me. Her clitoris was there for me. I slowly ran my finger between her folds as my face closed on her clit. I could smell her first, a clean washed smell from the shower, along with her womanly fragrance. Then I tasted her, as my tongue reached out and landed, I felt a rush of feeling flood through me. I was fully engrossed in exploring Wendy, feeling her, tasting her.

I licked her clit, then her pussy, then nearly to her ass, then back again to her vagina. She was moaning now, her hand found my thigh and was gripping me. I nibbled her clit for a few moments, feeling it firm under my tongue, seeing it grow. Then I slowly pushed my warm soft tongue into her pussy, then back out, then in deeper, back and forth, deeper and deeper, until my mouth was pressed hard against her, my tongue exploring her as deeply as possible. She was wriggling under me now, her hips pulsing, moaning loudly. I slide my tongue out of her and straight back to her clit, wrapping my lips around it, pulling and sucking it, driving Wendy wild. My hand had gone between her cheeks to massage the tender skin between her holes, my forefinger coming to rest at her asshole, circling it, but she was dry. I pulled my face back to dribble some spit there, rubbing it into her ass with my finger, gently penetrating her. “Oh God!” she yelled. “Oh!” I slowly increased my pressure as I moistened her more, entering her ass fully, then retreating, then entering her again. Wendy’s hips began rocking, she was yelling at me to do it, do it. I again attacked her clit and vagina with my mouth and tongue. Then as she was pumping her hips quicker and quicker, I slid my thumb into her pussy and pressed it against my finger in her ass, sliding them both in and out of her holes. My lips pulled on her clit as she climaxed, my mouth against her.

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Her pussy was moist since I started but became wet in a hurry. Her hand on my thigh gripped me strongly as she winced and screamed in pleasure. I watched as her face twisted, hers eyes shut tight, her other hand squeezing her own breast. Her clit was firm between my lips, her juices covering my mouth and chin and cheeks, her pussy and her asshole pinching hard on my finger and thumb. I knew she was climaxing, that I had brought her to the point of oblivion I had felt. I stayed with her for what seemed like several minutes as she contracted on my thumb again and again. Finally I pulled my finger from her ass first, but continued to slowly rub her pussy and lick her clit until she began to relax. Then I pulled away from her and turned my body till I faced her, her eyes dreamily gazing at me, and I bought my mouth to hers, pushing my tongue covered with her juices deep into her mouth. I could tell she was responsive, but weak with erotic exhaustion. Somehow she had gone to the edge of feeling under my touch. I was so happy for her, and proud. I helped her off the pile of pillows to lie beside me, and we held each other. We lay there for quite some time, looking at each other, kissing occasionally, caressing each others faces, breasts, abdomens, thighs, muffs, but mostly just holding. We were both taken by surprise, I think, by our sex that night. Knowing we were close friends, knowing we wanted to experience our first sex together, but not dreaming how deeply we would arouse each other. How close we would feel now. I could see in Wendy’s eyes that she felt more for me than she had before, closer, a part of me. And I felt the same toward her.

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Jul 22

NEW ORLEANS

Love Getting a Good Gang Bang in New Orleans Sex StoryNEW ORLEANS

The first time my wife and I had a group sex experience, we weren’t even yet married.  I was still on active duty in the USMC and had temporary additional duty orders to go to New Orleans for a conference for a week.  My girlfriend (who later became my wife) had heard about New Orleans but had never been there.  She asked me if there was anyway that I could bring her along.  I checked with my unit about driving instead of flying and they gave me permission, as long as I didn’t exceed the travel time or the expenses that flying would have taken.
Since the conference was suppose to be Monday through Friday, that
didn’t seem like a big problem, we just decided to leave a day early and
stop half way.

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We arrived in New Orleans early on Sunday evening and we went down to
Bourbon Street and did the normal tourist things.  Monday I went to the
conference and again Monday night we played like tourists.  On Tuesday I
suggested that we go to the pool and relax around the hotel when I got
done for the day.  I arrived at the hotel room about 5 p.m. and drank a
beer and changed into my swimming trunks.  We made small talk for a
little and then decided to go down to the pool and cool off.  Dee had on
a fairly conservative two piece outfit and the hotel had a bar right
there at the pool.  We took a dip and then climbed out and ordered a
drink.  About that time, two other guys that were attending the same
conference as us came in and walked around to our area and pulled up a
couple lounge chairs.  We first started talking business and Dee looked
really bored.  She explained that she didn’t have the slightest idea
what we were talking about.  So we just started talking about New
Orleans and where everyone had been so far and what they had done.

While we were chatting the waiter kept bringing us rounds of drinks and
everyone had become pretty loose.  Before you know it the bartender
yells out last call and the waiter comes over to see if we would like
one more.  I asked him what time the pool closed and he said 8 p.m. or
as soon as they finished cleaning the bar.  We all had one last drink
and finished about time the waiter came around to get our glasses.  We
all got up and headed to the elevator.  When we were safely inside I
told the two guys that I had some beer up in the room, and if they
wanted to stop up and have a nightcap instead of getting dressed and
going out, it would be on me.  The one gent declined but Dave said that
he would have one with us.

We got to the room and like most hotel rooms there wasn’t much room for
sitting except on the bed and one little writing table in the corner.  I
went in the closet area and got three beers out of the cooler.  When I
came back out with them Dave asked me what I had my camera on a tripod
for.  I explained to him that Dee would model for me and everywhere we
went I took at least one roll of film of her.  He said something like;
ìYou need a tripod for that?

I said, No, but I always bring it along just in case if one of my
fantasies comes true.  Dave said,  “Well, if I can help make that
fantasy come true, I would be glad to help.  Things got quiet for a
minute or so while everyone was obviously thinking what to do next.

Dee knew exactly where the conversation was going because I had told
her many times that I would love to try a threesome or foursome.  She
reached behind her and pulled a deck of cards off the top of the
cribbage board that we had sitting on the little writing table.  Then
she said, “I have an idea, letís play strip poker.”  We were still in
our swimsuits, but when Dave agreed, I was all for it.  Dave slid off
the bottom of the bed, Dee got on one side and I got on the other.  We
all sat on the floor so we could use the bed as our playing table.

Dee shuffled the cards and dealt the first hand announcing draw poker.
None of us had a barnburner to start off with because we all drew 3
cards.  I was sitting next to her so I laid my hand down first, a pair
of sevens.  Dave laid his hand down next and he only had a pair of
duces.   Dee threw her hand in face up; she didn’t even have a pair!   I
said, “You lose Hon, your first.”  She reached behind her back and undid
the top to her two piece and popped it off.  She never had been real shy
before. Just a couple months prior she had been selected as winner of
Velvet Magazine’s “Naughty Neighbor of the Month.”  They had flown her
to New York City and done a professional photo shoot and a couple of
guys (the photographer and his assistant) has seen her in all her glory,
so I guess that made it easier for her.

I picked up the cards and dealt the next hand.  This time Dave lost and
he only had one piece.  He stood up and pulled his trunks down and his
dick popped up against his belly, hard just thinking about what was
going to happen.  Dee and I only had one piece each left so Dave dealt
the hand.  This time I had the low hand and I stood up and pulled my
trunks down.

So Dee is looking back and forth between two hard dicks when I said,
“Ok Hon, take your bottoms off, your not going to be the only one in
here with clothes on.”  So she stood up on her side of the bed and
started to take her bottom part off.  As soon as she had one leg out and
started to lift the other leg, I reached over, grabbed her arm and
pulled her across the bed.   She fell across it laughing and I jumped up
next to her, putting my arm around her so she couldn’t slide off.  I
started kissing her and playing with her titties and Dave was standing
down at the foot of the bed with a perfect shot of her pussy.  Finally
he got the idea as I felt the bed move as he climbed on it.  I could
tell that Dee was getting excited and when I looked around I saw Dave
was chowing down at the Y.  I figured that I might be in his way a
little, so I slid up and brought my dick to Dee’s mouth.  She started
deep throating me almost instantly!  It was feeling sooooo good and I
was really glad that we had quite a few drinks so I wouldn’t cum right
away.  But even with the drinks I could feel it coming and knew I had to
do something to slow it down.  I would have thought that Dave would have
mounted her by this time, but he was still eating her.  Finally, I pull
my dick away from her mouth and said, “Turn around the other way, I want
some pussy.”

Dee slid around so her head was pointed at the foot of the bed and her
pussy was up by me.  I reached down and touched her and she was soaked
from Dave’s eating her.  I moved around and picked up on her body until
she got the idea that I wanted her in a doggy position.  She got up on
her knees and Dave slid up where she could reach his dick.  I put my
dick at the entrance to her love canal and slammed it home with one
quick stroke.  As wet as she was it the thrust still somewhat startled
her and she pushed forward engulfing Dave’s entire length.  I started a
slow rhythm and she got with the motion, taking Dave in her mouth as she
took me in her cunt.  After just a minute or so I could feel my balls
boiling again and she could sense it with my increased breathing tempo.
Finally I erupted and stroked as long and hard as I could into her, one,
two, three, four long strokes.  The effect this had was it forced her
face all the way down into Dave’s pubes and that caused him to erupt
into her mouth.  I slid off of her and she rolled over on her side.  We
were all nearly out of breath in our ecstasy.

Dee was the first one to get up saying that she had to clean herself
off.  As soon as she returned from the bathroom I went into the luggage
closet and got us all a fresh beer out of the cooler.  We all sat around
on the bed talking small talk and finally my dick started to rise
again.  This time I said, “Put your beer down Hon, it’s Dave’s turn to
have some pussy.”  So she put her beer down and slid up on the bed.  I
turned to Dave and said, “Go for it my friend.”  Dave slid up and
started kissing on her and playing with her and finally mounted her
missionary style.  His dick was nearly identical to mine in size and he
started pumping away.  Already having cum once, plus the drinks we had
drank definitely took the edge off and he pumped her continuously for a
good five minutes.  Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer just
watching.  I got up and walked around the room to the top of the bed
where her head was and leaned forward where she could get to my meat.
When Dave saw this he slid off to the other side, rolled her towards me
and entered her from behind, spoon fashioned.  That allowed enough room
for me to get up onto the king size bed and I climbed on facing her,
with my dick at her face.  She took hold of my dick and started sucking
me.  Dave didn’t have the leverage that I did when I was fucking her
doggy style so his pumping wasn’t forcing her down on my dick.  She was
using a hand in addition to her mouth, so I reached down and took hold
of both her arms and pulled them up over her head.  Then I started
fucking her mouth.  I timed my thrusts so they would be at the same time
as Dave’s.  Dave had the 5 minute head start on me and within a couple
minutes he shouted, “Oh yeah!  Iím Cumming!”    I wasnít far behind and
deposited my load in her mouth.  Once again we took a break and when I
went to get another beer Dave said that he had to go, his wife was
waiting for him in the room with their new baby.

Both Dee and I were so excited about our first threesome that we stayed
up nearly all night fucking and sucking.  We didn’t run into Dave again
in the evenings, although we did see him with his wife at a cocktail
reception at the close of the conference.   He just winked to us when he
introduced his wife and explained to her that he had met us at the pool
one evening.

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On the way home that weekend as we were driving along in the car Dee
turned to me and started to apologize for what happened.  I told her not
to apologize, that I really enjoyed it.  Then reaching down and pulling
on my dick I said, “See, I get hard just thinking about it.”  Dee undid
her seat belt and slid across the seat, unzipping my jeans she said,
“Letís see what we can do about that.”  That was the first of many of
what I call MBJs – Moving BlowJobs.  To this day every time she gives me
an MBJ she tries to get me off while there is no one around.  On the
other hand, I always try to get abeam a truck or at least a van that
sits higher then we are before I cum so they can watch.

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Jul 21

Real Live Escapade

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I’ m scared! I’ve never done anything like this before and in a minute
it’ll be my turn to go out on stage and start dancing. I think about why I’m here and I feel a quivering in my stomach as my music starts. I strut out onto the stage and feel the music start to move me, I can’t see anybody for the lights but I can hear the noise in the room as I begin to strip. I feel dirty, knowing many strange men are staring at my body as I remove each piece of clothing. I sway and shake my tits, feeling a sense of power. ” Me, they are all staring at me!” I finish my dance and go backstage, my knees weak and my pussy on fire, I have to touch myself, I slide my hands to my clit and shudder as I cum. Another girl looks on and tells me it’s always like that the first time, she laughs and says I’ll get used to it, it’ll be just a job soon. ” Here’s the fun part”, she says,” now you go out and work the room”.

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I walk out wearing only my panties and stockings and
men, men are all over the place, most are watching the stage but enough are
watching the other girls and me as we move from table to table. I feel
hands putting money in my panties, ones and fives, the occational ten as I
move around the room, talking, flirting and running my hands over chests. I
see a big chocolate colored man, he’s so beautiful I just walk over and sit
in his lap, my arms around his neck. He laughs as I pull his face between
my tits, the vibration against my chest sending tingles to my cunt. I know
I must move to other tables but the bulge I feel against my ass has me so
wet I can hardly move. I stand and see a bill in his hand, it’s a fifty
dollar bill and I can see there’s something folded in it, he tucks it deep
into my panties and I can feel his fingers brush my cuntlips as he pulls
his hand away. I move to other tables as he gets up and leaves with his
friends, the rest of the night is a blur of men, hands and music. Soon,
much quicker than I imagined the night is over,and I count my tips, I’ve
made over three hundred dollars and as I open the fifty I see it’s a hotels
name and a room number, I leave the club, still very excited and get in my
car, I’m driving around and look up to see the hotel where that big,
goodlooking black man is staying. I don’t know how I got here but I know
what I’m going to do, I knock on the door of room 636 and he answers, I
step into the room and his arms, my face tilted up as he kisses me.

I can feel his hands undressing me and I fumble for his belt buckle, I’ve got to
have this man inside me! I drop to my knees and gaze in awe at the cock he
pulls from his pants, it must be all of 13 inchs long and very thick, I try
to get as much in my mouth as I can but I can only get about half in, it’s
stretching my lips as I slide it in and out, he tells me theres a way I can
get more, he sits on the bed and tells me to bend over at the waist and try
from that angle, I do and yes’ I can get a little more in. I suck him in as
deep as I can, until it hits the back of my mouth, I bob my head up and
down the length of him and I feel his hands gently cup my head, moving
along with it as I lick and suck him. His hands tighten in my hair, I can
feel him grasping harder as I feel other hands on my hips! I try to look
around but he pulls me down hard on his cock, it hits the back of my mouth
and I gag as I feel a strange cock push its way into my cunt! I moan as he
starts to slam his dick in me, hard and fast, the hands at my head pulling
me up and down, fucking my mouth, each time pushing to the limit, I shake
as I feel myself cumming from this rough treatment, I gasp and he pushs my
head down another few inchs. I can feel him sliding into my throat as he
groans and pulls me closer to him, my lower lip brushs his balls and I
realise he has buried his cock in my throat, he pulls me up and I breath,
running my tongue around the head of his cock before he plunges deep into
my throat again, my nose tickled by the curly hair at his crotch.

I can feel him twitching as he shoots jet after jet of cum down my throat, but I
can’t taste anything, I try to pull back but he holds me down hard, it
seems like forever, I can’t breath and I squirm, my hands pushing against
his thighs. Finally, he pulls my head up and I gasp for air as I feel hands
turning me, forcing me to my knees, I have time to see another black cock
glistening with my juices before it’s shoved against my lips. I open my
mouth and this one slides in to the hilt, I can taste myself on it and I
lick back to the head, I tilt my eyes up and see the face of the guy that
was fucking me for the first time! He’s ugly, thats all I can say, just
ugly but his cock is fucking in and out of my mouth and I’m so turned on by
this I don’t care! He says” You are one hot cunt, aren’t you?” I reply by
moaning and sliding my mouth down to his balls, my head going up and down
faster and faster it’s not long before he shudders and fills my mouth with
cum, this I can taste as I swallow as much as I can, he pulls out, still
cumming, shooting three spurts across my face, my tongue waving, trying to
get it all, I close my lips on his head, sucking deeply.

I look up and they both just stare at me, a white slut on her knees for them. “I need fucked,
which one of you is going to fuck me first, shoot your load deep in my
cunt, I don’t care, just so I get cock!” They laugh and say I’ll get all
the dick I want! Fred’s cock is hard again and he sits down and says come
and get it, I run to him, throwing myself on his chest, feeling his cock
between my asscheeks, I move up and slowly lower myself on him, inch by
inch until he’s allthe way in, I wait, adjusting to the size of him, then
slide up until just the head is still in me. I wiggle my hips, grin at him
and thrust myself down hard! I scream as I feel that giant dick hit places
I’ve never felt before, it feels so good!His hands around my waist, he
fucks me up and down on his cock, my head rolling around on my shoulders,
my hair flying around my face, I making gurgling sounds deep in my throat
as I cum.

“FUCK ME, YOU BIG FUCKER, SHOVE IT IN ME, FUCKFUCKFUCK, I WANT, I
NEED, OH MY GOD, I LOVE YOUR DICK!”

I can feel him start to shake as he
pours his cum deep into my unprotected pussy, filling me with his seed. He
pulls me off him and I take his dick in my mouth, cleaning it with my
tongue, tasting his cum mixed with my cuntjuice.He starts to stiffen and I
know what I want next! I get on my hands and knees, looking at the two big
studs and wiggle my ass at them. “Come on, boys, take me together, Fred, I
want you in my throat and you I want to fuck my ass!” I lower my mouth onto
Fred’s huge cock while his friend places himself at my tight little asshole
and pushes his 8 incher deep into my ass, the head pops through and I groan
around Fred’s cock as I’m filled from both ends. The ugly guy shoves my
body back and forth, each thrust forcing more of Fred’s dick down my
throat, I’m going wild, thrusting back onto the dick up my ass, licking and
running my lips all over the cock in my mouth, cumming almost constantly as
these two big, black men use me for their own pleasure, my tits are
bounsing back and forth, my cunt spasming as I wish for another dick to
fill my pussy, I need to be taken and used as the cock-hungry white slut
that I am! I feel the guys stiffen as the one in my ass starts to shoot
deep in my ass, he pulls out and I feel his hot cum on my ass and back.

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Fred must have been waiting for that as he shot jet after jet of tasty,
white , thick cum from his big dark cock, all over my hair, face chest and
in my mouth, I swallowed and used my fingers to push most of his cum
through my lips to my tongue and lapped up what was left oozing off his
dickhead. I collapsed on the bed and fell asleep, exhausted. When I woke up
the next morning, well,that’s another story!

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Jul 21

The Fraternity Party

Chick gets gangbanged at frat party for moneyThe Fraternity Party

This is the story of my first gangbang. It’s the story of how I, a decent, respectable, fairly affluent woman learned to give oral sex quite well, and to take it up the ass. It’s the story of how I learned to refer to my own body with slang terms like cunt, tits, pussy, and twat. It’s the story of a whore. It’s my story. Your comments would be welcome.

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The names have been changed, but the people protected are not innocent, least of all me. You may think of me as Jeniffer.

I shall describe myself. I had always been proud of my appearance, and took great pains to remain slender and attractive. I have blond hair, blue eyes, and medium sized breasts – or tits, as I have learned to say now. At 37, and despite being the mother of two, I am often mistaken for being a friend of my 18-year-old daughter’s, rather than her mother.

One weekend last May, when my husband was out of town on a business trip, a local college boy – call him Jeff — asked me for a date. He was known to my family, and I was on as friendly terms with him as a woman of my station ever lets herself be with a younger man, but this was unheard of in my life. It was a totally ridiculous proposition.

The reasons I accepted it are many and confusing, and there’s no need to go into them all here. I don’t honestly understand them all myself. I was prepared to laugh him off when a little voice inside my head said, “Say yes.”

Make no mistake, I knew he was going to try to get me into bed. Or at least into the back seat of his car. I knew that going in. And I guess, in a way, I wanted it, though I can’t explain why. I’d never thought myself unhappy with my married life, but something inside me obviously was, because I agreed to go with Jeff to a party his fraternity was throwing. It was Spring pledge week at the University, and he – who had joined the frat last fall – was looking forward to a particularly big party that Friday night.

Picking something to wear was difficult. I hadn’t worn “fuck me” clothes in 19 years, and I didn’t own any anymore. But when you need to dress like an 18-year-old, I say, visit an 18-year-old’s wardrobe. In this case, my daughter’s. I borrowed a tight white summer dress from her closet (Both she and my son were away for the night at an out of town school track meet) that I didn’t know she owned, and would have punished her if I did. The dress, when I put it on, left almost nothing to the imagination. It was so short that it was easier to describe the hem in inches below the rump, rather than inches above the knee. Nonetheless, I was proud that I could fit into it. It was a little tight though. Not so tight that I couldn’t wear it, but definitely too tight to put anything on underneath it.

Going without panties in a dress that short made me feel like a cheap tramp. Part of me was ashamed, but another part of me felt the first stirring of desire.

Still in the command of this mysterious inner voice, I met Jeff in that skimpy dress when he showed up in his Jeep to pick me up. It is not too much to say he stared. My dress obviously got his attention.

Once at the party, matters progressed as they obviously would. I danced with Jeff, though all that gyrating around put the dress in danger of riding up over my hips. I accepted some drinks from him, and then it was time. I had known he would want to bed me, and he did. He suggested that I might like to see his bedroom and, knowing full well that I was going up there to get fucked, I accepted.

Jeff guided me by the hand up the stairs to his bedroom. My heart was pounding, and I felt like I could hardly breath. For the first time in 19 years of marriage, I was going to cheat on my husband. I felt the telltale moisture between my legs, felt the warmth there. I knew I wanted it, but I was still afraid.

The pounding rhythm of the dance music from the party downstairs seemed to be touching something deep inside me. I could feel my own primordial rhythms moving to the beat of the song.

He opened the door to his room, and pulled me in. I looked around, and saw the small, unmade bunk beds in the corner, the dirty clothes strewn all over the floor near the closet, and the cluttered desk. I raised my eyebrows at the decor, which consisted of Playboy centerfolds and various other pin-up girls. There was no doubt about the fact that I was about to get laid by a college boy. The sense of cheapness came over me again, with its unique mixture of shame and arousal.

I turned to Jeff, expecting a kiss, and wondering how it would be. But instead of a kiss, Jeff put his hands around my waist, and pushed me over to the desk. Roughly, he moved his hands to my shoulders and pushed, bending me over the desk. I felt the ridiculously short dress I was wearing ride up over my hips, exposing my rear as I gave a squeak of surprise.

“Ready to get fucked, baby?” Jeff asked, and behind me I could feel him undoing his fly. In front of me, my face was pushed down on the desk. There was an open copy of a porno mag right in front of me, turned to a picture of some slut performing oral sex on a guy.

I came up here expecting to have sex, but not to be bent over a desk and fucked like a prostitute. I looked back at him as best I could, pushed down on the desk that way, and hissed, “But Jeff . . .”

I was going to add, “Not like this, I don’t want it this way . . .” but before I could say anything else he entered me. I felt the thick, engorged head of his meat part my lips, and then he shoved, and it was in me to the hilt. I gasped as I felt him pressing against the very back of me on that first thrust, and then again when he grabbed my hair and pulled slightly.

“JEEEFFFF!” I squealed, but trailed off into a squeak as he rammed his cock into me again. I grunted as he pulled back for another thrust, and said, “Jeff, stop, I don’t want this!” In front of my face, the look of delight on the porno whore’s face as she wrapped her lips around some guy’s meat was a premonition of my future. In my shock and outrage over what Jeff was doing to me, I’d forgotten that he never even shut the door.

Jeff’s thrusting continued, and I felt him reaching around to grab my breasts to steady himself. He rammed in and out of me like a piston, shoving his prick into me as far as it would go, then pulling almost all the way back out before ramming in again. Before now, I’d never even suspected that penises existed which were too big to fit in my vagina. But there was no question that there just wasn’t any more room for him inside me.

I heard him grunting behind me as he took his pleasure, and even felt my body warming unexpectedly to the penetration. I could feel myself getting wetter as he fucked me. Then, I heard him groan, and felt him give a final, mighty thrust into my cunt.

I squealed again as that monster rammed up against my cervix, and then he shot his jism into me, grunting and making animal noises as he kept his prick buried in me as deep as I could take it. Inside me I could feel the hot jet of semen splashing against my womb.

When Jeff finally withdrew from me, I just lay there, stunned, and enjoying my body’s relief at not being stretched by that huge shaft anymore. I breathed heavily, trying to take stock of what had happened to me, and just glad it was over. That’s when I heard Jeff say, “She’s all yours, Tom.”

In a panic, I straightened up from being bent over the desk, and whirled around. The dress was still bunched around my hips, and my breasts were hanging free from Jeff’s groping them earlier. Some guy, probably one of Jeff’s frat brothers, was walking up to me with his pants already off and his hard cock swaying with his stride.

“Oh, no. No. No!” I said, squirming back against the desk away from him.

But the guy said, “Oh, yeah, baby,” in reply, and turned me back around. Rudely, he pushed me back down over the desk, and I was once again face to face with the picture of the magazine slut. Without another word to me, this new man shoved his prick into my wet hole, and began to fuck me.

I screamed, “Heeelp! RAPE!” at the top of my lungs, but the neighbors had already heard more than enough of the high-volume music from this party, and were doing their best to ignore all noises from this house.

As the new guy banged away at my pussy, he grunted out, “Hey, somebody put something in this whore’s mouth to shut her up!”

In response, another guy walked up in front of me, with his pants unzipped. His erect dick was swaying back and forth right in front of my face, and I could see the blue tracery of veins around the skin. He put it against my lips, but I kept my mouth closed and turned away. I felt the tender skin of his cockhead on my cheek, pressing.

The guy grabbed my hair, and turned my head back to face his crotch. He pressed that head against my lips again, and said, “Open your fucking mouth and eat my dick, slut!”

I shook my head, keeping my lips tightly shut, and he shook my head by the hair again, pressing his prick harder against my closed mouth. “I said, suck it, you tramp!” He reached down and slapped me.

Stinging from the blow, eyes watering, I finally gave in and opened my mouth. The cock slid readily into my mouth, and I began to half-heartedly lick and suck at it. I’d never given a blowjob before, but I figured it couldn’t be that hard.

As I began my oral ministrations, I felt another explosion of semen in my womb as the guy fucking me came. I felt his cum dribbling out of my cunt, but then felt the hole plugged by another dick. This one was still not as long as Jeff’s, thank God, but it was wide. I felt my hole stretched to accommodate it, and winced around my mouthful of man meat at the pain.

But that cock, because it stretched my lips a little to accommodate it, also gave my clitoris a little bit of indirect stimulation. Against my will, I felt my body responding, and getting wetter and warmer. Little shivers of excitement traveled up and down my spine, and gradually, reluctantly, I felt myself warming to the task at hand. I sucked a little bit more energetically at the schlong in my mouth.

I was rewarded with my first taste of semen. The guy I was blowing began to shoot off in my mouth, coating my tongue with his salty cream, and blasting some of it all the way to the back of my throat. I gagged a little at that, and at the taste, and when I opened my mouth a little dribble of jiz trickled out.

Because that fat cock was stretching my cunt, I actually moaned a little when the guy who’d just come in my mouth pulled it out and wiped it off on my hair. I wanted it to suck on, to give me something to focus on other than the strain between my legs. The moan brought out a chorus of applause, and somebody said, “She’s rarin’ to go now, all we had to do was get her warmed up.

And indeed, I did feel a certain high level of excitement, and I found myself actually wanting the next guy to put his dick in my mouth. I did not have long to wait. Another frat boy stepped in front of me, and I saw a massive schlong that made me think Jeff had come back for seconds from the other end. I looked up, but it was some guy I’d never seen before.

While I was looking up, he grabbed my hair and held my head in that position, then pushed his dick into my mouth. I started to work it with my lips and tongue, but that wasn’t what he had in mind. The position I was in opened up the passage to my throat, and he kept on pushing, sliding back further into my moth.

I fought desperately to control my gag reflex, and succeeded. That guy just kept shoving it into me until my nose was buried in his pubic hair and his balls were hanging on my chin. I almost panicked – his dick was so far down my gullet I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to breath. But as he began to thrust back and forth, and I found that if I timed it right, I could suck in a breath through my nose on his out strokes.

Just as I was learning that, the guy fucking me yanked his meat out of my hole, and came all over my ass. I felt the hot fluid splattering there, and felt it dribbling down in sticky little trails. I felt an instant flood of relief as my cunt was no longer so stretched, and responded by using my tongue and lips on the base of the shaft buried in my face.

I thought that my next fucking – I had already accepted the fact that there would be a next fucking – couldn’t possibly be so painful. There couldn’t be two dicks that width in one room, and anyway, I was already stretched out. But I was in for a surprise.

Another guy moved into position behind me, put his hands on my sticky ass cheeks, and spread them apart. Then, he began to shove the head of a cock into my asshole. The pain was immediate – I felt that tight opening being stretched out to accommodate the meat, and it was like a wave of heat flashing over my body. I flinched, and tried to squirm away, but I was already impaled to the hilt on the pole in front of me. I wanted to cry out, to beg him not to fuck me that way, but my throat was full of cock. I couldn’t do anything about it as that shaft opened my ass and moved into it.

I seemed to feel every excruciating inch as it penetrated me slowly. The previous discomfort of a wide cock in my cunt was nothing compared to this. I was seeing stars in front of my eyes, both from the difficulty of breathing and from the pain.

But I learned that if I focused on the cock I was sucking, and worked at pleasuring it, that took my mind off the anal violation. I used my lips hungrily at the base of the shaft as the guy in front of me thrust in, and then flicked my tongue out to lick his balls. He grunted with delight at that, and kept his pole buried in my mouth a bit longer to appreciate my services. I was afraid I was going to suffocate as he kept it in there too deep for me to breath, but finally he pulled back a bit and I sucked in air through my nose greedily.

A quick re-supply of oxygen for me, and then that cock was down my throat again, taking my mind off the discomfort in my anus. I was getting used to it, and it no longer hurt so bad, but I knew, as I felt this guy I’d never even seen plumbing my large intestine, that I would never come to enjoy anal sex. I could give it, I could tolerate it, I found, but it just wasn’t fun.

As I was thinking this, I felt the dick in my mouth begin to quiver and shake. Deep in my throat, I knew he was blasting loose a volley of sperm. But he was too far into me for me to taste it, or really even to feel it. He just quivered and shook for a moment, while I worried that his orgasm might last too long and I’d suffocate while he was ejaculating practically into my stomach.

Finally, my oral partner pulled his schlong free, dripping with my saliva. When he did, my mind was immediately snapped back to the abuse of my ass. I winced as the guy rammed it deep into me, and for the first time I felt his balls slapping against my cunt. He was hilted in me.

I wailed, and got out, “Please, stop . . . ” before I gasped again at another thrust. Then another guy was standing in front of me, cock out. I craned my neck forward to try to get my mouth around it, eager for something to take my mind off my ass.

But he stepped back slightly, and teased me by rubbing the head of his dick on the tip of my nose. “Beg for it,” he said.

I gasped again at another deep thrust behind me, and panted out, “What?’

“I know you want a pacifier to suck on while Eric uses your ass. If you want this to be it, you have to beg for it,” he said, indicating his cock by poking me lightly in the eye with it.

“Please,” I panted. “Let me.”

“Let you what?”

“Let me suck it.”

“You’ll have to do better than that to earn it.”

“Please,” I squeezed out, wincing. “Let me suck your dick.”

He slapped me on the cheek with the erect length of it. “Come on, whore! Beg for it!”

Frustrated, and in pain from the reaming my ass was getting, I screamed out, “GOD DAMN IT, LET ME SUCK THAT COCK! PUT IT IN MY MOU . . .” It was past my teeth before I could finish the last word.

Gratefully, I sucked him hungrily, concentrating fully on his prong to distract myself from the ass fucking. As I was lapping and sucking greedily, I still winced as the man behind me gave a final, powerful thrust deep into my bowels, and blew his load.

It felt unpleasant as he yanked it out of me, but I was just glad it was over. I stopped servicing the guy in front of me long enough to gasp out, “Please use my pussy this time.”

The guy behind me paid no attention. My already stretched asshole soon accommodated another cock. Stoically, I returned to lapping at the dick in front of me. I wrapped my lips around it and sunk my face as far onto it as I could without taking it back into my throat. This guy didn’t insist on that, and was content to enjoy the by-now-experienced strokes of my lips and tongue. I worked hard, lapping at that pole as the prick behind me shoved its way in and out of my asshole.

It didn’t hurt as much this time. The first guy had opened me up, and now it was only mildly uncomfortable as the prick rammed home. That, combined with the fact that I had come to actually enjoy sucking cock finally changed the experience for me. I began to push backward with my ass as I sucked, to meet the thrust of the man behind me. He grunted with pleasure as I began to actively take part in servicing him,

I was actually getting into the ass fucking. It still hurt, but I was beginning to find some mental and emotional enjoyment in it. It was cheap, slutty, and nasty, and for some reason that sent a shiver down my spine. I found myself tingling inside at the thought that these guys were right when they called me names like slut, tramp, and whore. I was acting exactly like one. This new thought – this arousal I was feeling at being so degraded – caused me to give even better head to the man in front of me.

My reward was for him to pull his meat out of my mouth. I was surprised, because I knew he hadn’t cum yet, but then he let fly. A jet of cum squirted out of him and splashed onto my face, coating my right cheek. Another streamer flew into my bangs, and I felt it running down my forehead. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, and caught a ribbon of the warm, salty cream as it splashed out of his dick. The last little squirt deposited a thin little dribble of jiz that hung on my nose and dangled down past my mouth. I flicked my tongue out again, and licked it up.

I felt an explosion of lust in me. The semen dribbling down my face turned me on like I had never been before. If I felt cheap and slutty before, I felt even more so now. I was charged with electric energy at the thought of what I was doing.

As the man finished decorating my face, I grew eager for the next cock. I resolved to beg right the first time this time, so I could get it in my mouth as fast as possible. But this guy didn’t make me beg. He just pointed it at my mouth and let me do the rest.

My eyes were totally captivated by the way his purple head bulged out from the shaft, and the way his heavy balls hung down. Without even looking up to see who I was blowing, I wrapped my lips around that meat and went to work.

As I did, the guy fucking my ass pulled out and came on my back. I was surprised at the suddenness of his withdrawal, and almost stopped sucking to gasp. But the hot splatter of spunk onto my back refocused my mind, and I kept orally pleasuring the man in front of me.

It took a few moments longer than usual for someone to take me from behind, and I impatiently waggled my ass around, wanting someone to fuck me. There was general laughter from the crowd of boys in the room when I did that, and one quickly obliged me. To my delight, he sunk his shaft into my pussy instead of my sore butt.
The ease of penetration there was a delight to me after the trial of taking it up the ass. I fucked back eagerly, thrusting my hips against him as I sucked his cock. Before long I was gulping down another load of semen – this time not losing a drop – and then starting fresh on another cock.

I don’t know how long it went on in that bedroom. When Jeff first led me up there, the clock in his living room said it was just before ten. The next time I saw that clock, it was well after midnight. But before that happened, an uncounted number of guys fucked either my cunt, ass, or mouth. Contrary to my initial reluctance, I was in seventh heaven as the gangbang progressed. Something had changed in me about the time of my second ass fucking, and I had begun to love it. I loved being their toy, being used by this crowd of frat boys without a thought to my own needs. Occasionally, my pussy would be fucked in a way that stimulated my clit a little bit, but still I never even came close to orgasm.

Despite that, I was happier and hornier than I’d ever been. I knew I was having the best sex of my life as man after man splattered my face with sticky white goo, or shot it down my throat. I even came to the point where I looked forward to taking a dick in the ass, if too many men in a row stuck to my pussy. It still hurt, but I relished the feeling of trampiness it gave me, and began to get anxious for it if I didn’t get it.

When, finally, the guy fucking my throat pulled out and deposited another gooey wad of semen in my hair, I was confused. Nobody moved to take his place, and nobody was fucking me. I lay there, still bent across the desk, wriggling my ass a bit and expecting to be fucked at any moment, but nobody did.

Finally, I stood up, stiff from the extended time in that position and very sore from the abuse my ass and cunt had received. I expected to find the room empty, because the only reason I could think of for not being fucked any more was that everybody had had me and wasn’t interested in seconds or thirds.

Instead, I found an argument going on. Jeff was saying to one of his room mates, “Come on, man, my room’s going to smell like a whorehouse for a week. Let’s take her downstairs and set her up on the table – the rooms bigger and it’ll air out faster.”

The other boy, who I didn’t know, replied, “No way, man! You heard her yelling about rape. If we take her down to the main party, she’ll make trouble. Come on, we’ll let the pledges clean your room tomorrow to take care of the smell.

I spoke up. “You guys can take me downstairs if you want. I won’t make trouble.”

They both turned to me in surprise, as if they had forgotten that I could speak – that my mouth was good for anything except a cock-holster. Then Jeff said to his frat brother, “See, I told you she was a good girl. Let’s move this downstairs.”

The other guy said, “You’re going to be a good little slut?”

I managed a shy grin, feeling dried semen cracking on my face as I moved my lips. “I promise. I won’t yell or complain. Just,” and I paused. I couldn’t believe what I was about to say. I was afraid to say it, afraid of what they would think of me. But the other half of me knew it would be such a turn on to say it. And besides, how much lower could their opinion of me go?

“Just fuck me more. I want more.”

A shiver went down my spine as I said it. I had just asked them to keep on going, to keep degrading me and using me. The feeling of being a cheap tramp reached a new height in me, and I felt a new trickle of my own moisture added to the cum leaking out from between my legs.

They both stared at me in surprise, and then Jeff laughed. “See, Steve. I told you she was a slut. She’s good to go.”

Jeff looked at my face for a second, trying to find somewhere that wasn’t covered in cum so he could give me a little “good girl” kiss. But he wrinkled his nose and decided against it. Instead, he grabbed the crumpled white bunch of cotton that was my dress, completely bunched around my waist, and helped me pull it down and step out of it.

Jeff and his friend guided me out of the room, and down the stairs. As we descended, I felt the hot, pounding beat of the dance floor washing over me once more. The party was still going strong. We came into the main living room, and that’s when I caught another glimpse of the wall clock. It was well past midnight. My gangbang had been going on for almost three hours.

As we stepped into the room, the dancing throng slowly began to turn to take notice. First the couple nearest the entrance, then others stopped dancing and turned to stare at me. I smiled shyly and looked at the floor, bringing one hand up to run fingers through my blond hair. Or at least try to. The clumps of dried jiz kept stopping me.

They guided me to the front of the main room, where by now all the dancing had stopped and someone had cut the music. I had no idea how many men had used me so far, but as I looked out at the dance floor, still as full as it had ever been, I knew there were a whole hell of a lot more in the future.

The house was one where the dining area was part of the main living room, and I was standing before a low, rectangular table that I knew instinctively was to be the new place of my defilement. I heard Jeff talking to his friend, and laughing about something, as we stood there at the front of the room for a moment. The hubbub of the crowd was dying down as we stood there.

Jeff turned to me. “Go ahead, Jen. Introduce yourself.”

I stared at him open mouth, wondering what the heck he was talking about. But he just waved his arm in the general direction of the party, and finally I lifted my head to look at them. Even as well-used as I looked right then, most of the men I could see were obviously interested.

What do you say to a large group of people you don’t know when you’re standing in front of them naked and covered with cum? I stood there opening my mouth and saying, “um . . .” for a while, and then just finally said the obvious.

“Um, hi everyone. I’m Jennifer, and I’ll be your entertainment for the evening.” I smiled shyly, and looked down at the floor, trying to think of something else to say. It came to me, and it was so over-the-top, so trite, yet so incredibly trampy that I had to say it. “Uh, the line forms to the right.”

With that, Jeff laughed, and hoisted me onto the table on my back. It was low enough that my crotch was right at cock level to a guy standing there. They laid me crosswise across the rectangular table, so that my ass was just perched on one side and my head extended slightly over the other.

Unceremoniously, Jeff hefted my legs up over his shoulders and entered me. I squeaked in pain as he shoved that monster of a cock that had started the whole evening into my asshole. The other guys had loosened me up there, but none of them were as big as Jeff. I winced and squealed a bit as he rammed in, but I kept my mind on my promise not to complain.

A cheer went up from the other males in the room as it happened, and somebody started the music again. As Jeff fucked me, I wondered what all the girls at the party thought of this, but I really didn’t care.

Finally, someone stepped around to my head and offered me a cock to suck. I accepted gratefully, and started working on his prick. The fat piece of meat stretched my mouth, but by now I was quite the cocksucking veteran. I managed to go to work on it without catching it on my teeth, and soon he was groaning with pleasure.

Jeff’s rough strokes into my asshole kept pushing me forward on the table, and I almost gagged on the cock I was sucking. I’d learned to deep throat by necessity a few hours ago, but this one was just too fat to get in my throat. I desperately tried to get my hand around the base and prevent it from choking me.

It turned out I didn’t need to worry about it. Jeff gave a final, mighty thrust into my ass, and buried a load of spunk deep inside me. Just as he did, the dick slipped out of my mouth, and the guy dropped a sticky wad of sperm on my face. Gobs of it spattered on my cheeks and dribbled into my eyes, which hurt quite a bit. But I persevered with a happy grin, mouth open to catch as much as I could, accepting it as he spewed warm, slimy goo on my neck and chin.

Someone took Jeff’s place behind me, and – thank God – rammed his dick into my pussy. I still hadn’t gotten over the thrill of being fucked by someone I couldn’t even see, and would never be able to identify again. The rod in my muffin was long, but not as long as Jeff’s, so he was able to cram it into my twat all the way up to the balls.

Some new guy stepped in front of my face, and presented me with his cock to take care of. Obediently, I opened my mouth, and wrapped my lips around it. This angle of my head, upside down like that, meant easy access to my throat, and this guy took full advantage of it. With a force that almost made me gag despite my new-found experience, he rammed it straight past my teeth and into my gullet, and started to fuck.

Which was when I discovered a disadvantage to this position. In the past few hours, I’d learned that I could breath through my nose when a guy was fucking my throat, if I just waited for his outstroke to do it. But like this, an enormous pair of balls was hanging right on my nose, which severely limited the amount of air I could take in. I was getting little breaths when he pulled back, but not enough.

To make matters worse, somebody climbed up on top of the table, and straddled my chest. Whoever he was, he pressed my tits together and laid his cock between them. He started fucking my tits, which in other circumstances I would have been interested in as a new experience tonight, but right then all I cared about was the fact that the weight on my chest made it all but impossible to breath, even when my nose and throat were clear.

I was getting close to panic, and was seeing multi-colored spots in front of my eyes as this guy continued fucking my mouth. I just couldn’t get enough air. I felt the guy fucking me finish, and be replaced by another man who decided to ram my ass, but I barely even cared. I was seriously afraid I was going to suffocate. I waggled my hands a bit, and tried to push him away from me, but I just couldn’t get a good grip, and all I did manage to do was turn him on all the more, causing him to fuck my throat as deep as he could.

I knew I had to be close to passing out. I couldn’t see anything any more, and it seemed like my entire world was reduced to the stretched feeling of my throat accommodating this cock, and the burning emptiness in my lungs.

He’d been throat fucking me for over three minutes, and I’d gotten almost no air in that time. It occurred to me that this wasn’t just uncomfortable; that there was a very real chance that I was about to die with a dick in my throat, being fucked by men I’d never seen. I really panicked then, and started thrashing around with my body, trying to break free. But thanks to the guy fucking my tits, I was pinned down, and they just interpreted my movement as the wiggling of an excited whore.

In desperation, I tried biting down on the base of the shaft in my mouth. But the base is one of the least sensitive parts of a cock, I learned that night, and my futile gesture was just more of a turn on to the guy fucking my mouth.

I realized that there wasn’t anything I could do. I was going to suffocate. I tried to resign myself to the idea of dying like this – as a cheap, disgusting slut, a mere toy for frat boys to use for their pleasure. In what I thought were my last few moments on earth, I became strangely at peace with that idea, and felt all right about it. I stopped struggling, and used my last bit of strength and volition to lick and suck a little bit, so I could at least die giving good head. I hoped they would at least have the decency to clean me up afterwards, so my daughter and husband wouldn’t have to see the sticky evidence of what I had been doing when I died.

And then, blissfully, when I thought I had only seconds of conscious life left, I actually felt the jet of cum spurt out of the cock buried in my throat. Such was my heightened awareness at that moment that I felt the thick, creamy coating on the walls of my deep, inner esophagus.

The knowledge that he had cum, and would be pulling out, gave me strength to carry on. I fought desperately to stay conscious as the sperm poured into me, but I was afraid it might be too late. I passed out thinking it had been just a second too long, and that the slimy progress of semen into my stomach would be the last thing I’d ever feel.

I came to only a moment later, when my body’s reflexes inhaled desperately as soon as my windpipe was clear. Reflex muscle jerked my head up from its upside down position as my lungs instinctively sucked down all the air I could get. My head jerked up just in time to catch the load from the guy fucking my tits right in the eye. I’d learned to hate getting cum in my eye that night, because it stings like hell, but right then it was the sweetest thing I’d ever felt in my life. That one moment, in which I came back from the certainty that I had died like a whore only to receive a salty, slimy streamer of jiz in the eye, was sweeter than any orgasm I have had before or since.

I was understandably leery about sucking dick after that, but I didn’t get much of a choice. When the next guy put his pecker to my lips I made sure to move his balls out of the way of my nose first.

And he was only the first of many more. For hours, man after man used either my mouth, ass, tits or cunt to get off. Titfucking became almost as common as the other uses I was put to that night, and by the time it was done my upper chest and neck were caked with dried sperm. I lost all track of everything except the sensations I was feeling. Sometimes someone would fuck my pussy just right, and there was a little bit of physical pleasure. But mostly the enjoyment was entirely mental to me. I was totally the center of attention. Inside, I was wriggling with delight at the fact that a room full of 20-year-old girls was being left out in favor of this old 37-year-old mother of two.

I have no idea how much jiz I swallowed that night. When the last man finally pulled out of my mouth, and tossed his load in slimy ribbons on my face and in my hair, I stuck out my tongue to catch as much as I could, just as I had been doing all night. As he collapsed into one of the chairs scattered around the table, I wiggled my ass a bit, and looked around, but no one took his place.

Far stiffer and sorer than I had been in the first intermission around midnight, I struggled up from my position on my back on the table. I groaned in pain when my weight was transferred to my abused rump, and hopped off the table unsteadily to my feet. I wobbled a bit, since I hadn’t been standing for – I looked at the clock. It was past five in the morning – five hours.

I looked at the exhausted boy resting on the chair across the table from me. I had to peer past a streamer of his cum that was hanging from my bangs to see him, so I collected that on my finger and licked it up. He stared at me as I did, awe and wonder on his face.

“Where’s everybody else?” I asked him.

“Shit, slut, they’ve all gone to bed. The party’s been over for more’n two hours. It’s just been the bothers left fucking you lately.”

I pouted. Stiff as I was, sore as I was, I wasn’t ready for this to be over. Tomorrow I would be the old Jennifer again, decent, respectable, and a bit stuck up. I wasn’t ready to go back.

But of course, I could never go back totally. Not after tonight. Not after I’d seen that dark, dangerous something inside me, that loved being used like a whore. I would be wanting this again, I knew. My life was never going to be quite the same.

“Any chance you want more?” I asked the boy, coquettishly, licking my lips.

“Jeez, what a tramp,” he said. “Lady, I’ve fucked you four times tonight. I can’t handle any more. Go down to the bus station or something.”

I stuck my lower lip out and exhaled sharply. Normally that would have sent my bangs flying, but tonight they were pasted to my forehead with dried semen. I did want more, but going down to the bus station naked and putting out for the winos – while it had its attractions, to the new, slutty me – wasn’t something I was up for right now.

I filed the suggestion away for later consideration, and asked the last guy to use me, “Well, do you know where my dress is, then, if you guys are done with me?”

That got a snorting laugh out of him. “Yeah, it’s flying up on the flagpole. Normally we fly the panties of a girl who puts out for the whole house, but that dress was the only clothing you had on, so up it went. Frat tradition, you understand.”

“Can I have it back? I need to go home.”

He snorted again. “Ha! A slut like you, why do you care if someone sees you after a good night’s work? That dress isn’t going to cover the cum in your hair, anyway.”

I gave up. He was right, after all. It was still too early for anyone in my neighborhood to be up on a Saturday except the college boys, and every college boy in this neighborhood had already seen me more exposed than I would be just walking down the street naked. But, I figured, I’d better hurry. In an hour, people on my block would be waking up.

“Oh, yeah,” the boy said, waving toward the other end of the table from the one I’d been fucked on. “Your envelope’s over there.”

I raised my eyebrows and was about to ask what envelope, but he was standing up. “Jeff told me to make sure you got it after I finished with you. Now my job’s done, and I’ve got to get some fucking sleep. Don’t go raiding the fridge or anything before you leave, either. We already paid you, so no freebies.” With that, he walked away.

Paid me? What the hell was he talking about? I went to the envelope, a big, bulky manila affair. I used a fingernail to open it, and reached inside. The first thing I pulled out was a note, signed by Jeff

Jennifer,

Thanks for the great time! Everybody really enjoyed you. Once we saw how much you enjoyed being treated like a whore, we decided to make it official. I took up a collection, and asked everybody who used you to pay five bucks for the privilege. Five bucks a pop makes you a pretty cheap whore, I know, but believe me, the guys wouldn’t have sprung for anything more. A good number of them wouldn’t even fork over the five. Anyway, it’s our way of thanking you for the entertainment.

Oh, yeah. Enjoy the other little gift in here.

Jeff

Next, I shook a fat roll of bills out of the envelope. A quick sheaf through them told me they were all fives. In my exhausted, abused state, it took me a few times, but pretty soon I had counted $615. Some mental division was next, and I found myself doing it out loud, I was so tired.

“Let’s see, five dollars per guy, $615, um . . . .

“Oh my God.”

I didn’t say the number out loud. One hundred and twenty three. I’d had no idea. And the note said a lot of guys hadn’t been willing to pay.

And the other gift? I shook that out of the envelope last. A video tape. I had to wait until I got home to play it, but as I walked out onto the street, naked and covered with cum, I already knew what it was.

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Jul 17

The Lake

Fucking Her Sister Till CreampiedThe Lake

One of the things that I enjoy most in life is getting away to a near by lake and just sitting and thinking. After years of saving I finally had enough to buy a getaway of my own. It was an old cabin that needed quite a bit of work, but it was right on the water. The place is secluded in a little cove on the east side of the lake.

I had gone down for the weekend trying to do a little work to get it ready
for the summer. The spring was unusually warm, and several people had taken
advantage of the nice weather and were out sailing on the lake. I saw four
or five boats on the water when I had taken my sail boat out earlier
before I returned to my repair work. I was scraping and painting the front
of the cabin and in the heat I had stripped down to nothing but an old pair
of gym shorts.

I was up on the ladder when a spotted a small catamaran sailing into the
cove. Very few people come back this way since it isn’t very deep and there
are no other cabins back here. I waved to the boat’s occupants as I climbed
down to go inside and grab a beer. As a was walking back outside I heard a
splash and a scream. It seems that as the catamaran tried to turn to leave
the cove a gust of wind had turned it over, dumping it’s two occupants into
the lake. I rushed down to the beach to see if everyone was all right. Two
heads bobbed to the surface and I yelled and asked if they needed any help.
The dunked sailors where two women, one a redhead, the other blonde. They
yelled back that they were fine so I took my beer and sat and watched as
they attempted to right their boat. They tried to flip it back up, but the
sail had taken a lot of water and they weren’t having any success. I
finished my beer and walked back down to the shore line.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help,” I shouted across the water.
“We can’t get the mast out of the water, ” the redhead shouted.
They were both standing on one of the pontoons leaning back trying to pull
the boat upright. I kicked of my sneakers and swam out to the boat. I tried
to lift the mast, but the water was too deep. I suggested that we try and
swim the boat over to the shore where we could walk the mast up. Both girls
wearily agreed. They had been fighting the boat for a while now and were
exhausted. It took several minutes to get the boat to shore as I had to do
most of the work. The girls were too tired to be of much help. We got the
boat to shore and I walked the mast up hand over hand until the cat was
upright again. The girls had stumbled up the shore and had flopped down on
the grassy bank above the sand.

“There you go,” I told them. They both just nodded. I really hadn’t
noticed what knockouts these two were. “By the way, my name is Nick.”
“I’m Jackie,” the redhead told me, “and this is my sister, Joey. Thanks
for helping us.”

“I’m glad I was here to help,” I told them. “Can I get you something to
drink?”

They both said that a beer would be great so I ran up to the cabin and
grabbed three drinks from the fridge. Jackie was wearing a white bikini
bottom that tied on the side and a grey college tee-shirt tied in a knot
under her breasts. Joey was in a metallic silver one piece cut very high on
her shapely thighs. I noticed as I returned with the drinks that Jackie
couldn’t be wearing anything under her shirt. The cooling wet material was
clinging to her breasts and the hard nipples were poking out nicely. The
cool air had a similar effect on Joey as well. I sat down on the grass
between the sisters and handed them their drinks.

Joey was a high school senior and had just turned eighteen. She was going
to join her twenty year old sister in college in the fall. We sat and
talked about living on the lake and how relaxing it could be. They told me
that their parents owned a cottage on the other side of the lake and that
they came down all summer and waitressed at a nearby seafood restaurant.
Jackie had just finished the semester and Joey was looking forward to next
weeks graduation. They had decided to take advantage of the great weather
and come air out their cabin before summer arrived. As we sat and talked I
kept stealing glances at the two great bodies on either side of me. As the
sun started to go down I asked if they would like something to eat. I told
them I had some steaks in the cabin and that I could fire up the grill in
to time. I said that I could tow their boat back after we ate. They
accepted my invitation and said that they were going to go for a swim while
I lit the grill. After accomplishing that task I joined them in the cool
water. We swam and talked and played for a while and then decided to sit
back on the bank to dry before we started supper.

The cool night air had the same effect on their bodies as before. The sky
was cloudless and a full moon was just peeking over the far side of the
lake. It seemed as if there was a spotlight lighting our own little world.
I took longer and longer glances at these beautiful girls. I went up to
check on the coals and when I returned the girls were whispering and
giggling.

“It looks like the meats ready,” Jackie said with a laugh.
“I haven’t even put it on yet,” I replied, somewhat confused by the
comment. I followed her gaze and saw that the head of my prick was sticking
out of my shorts.

I tried to cover up, but Joey told me, “don’t put it away. It’s been a
long time since we’ve had anything to eat, and we’re both starving.” I
tried to apologize but they silenced me and told me that they knew that I
had been admiring their bodies. I admitted that I had and told them there
was plenty to admire.

“We haven’t thanked you properly for rescuing us,” Jackie said as she
stood up in front of me. “We want to show you just how thankful we are.”
As sat and watched she reached down and pulled her sister to her feet.
“You seem to like what the cool water does to our bodies. I think you need
a better view.” She stood behind Joey and slowly moved the silver straps
down her arms. Slowly Joey’s beautiful globes came view. Jackie raised her
arms above her head as Joey undid the knot in her sisters shirt, lifted it,
and tossed it on the beach. Jackie’s tits were larger than her little
sisters with freckles dusting the beautiful mounds. And while Joey’s were
slightly smaller, they had the kind of nipples that I love with the whole
areola jutting forward proudly. The girls continued the show with Joey
turning her back to me and bending over as she worked the shiny suit to the
ground. She lingered with the suit at her feet giving me a great view of
her young pussy. She turned back around and knelt in the sand next to her
sister. She looked up at me as she untied the knot on the side of Jackie’s
white bikini. She reached around and untied the other side and let the
material fall to the ground. Jackie’s muff was the same copper color of her
hair and neatly trimmed. Joey’s was fine and blonde and looked almost
nonexistent in the pale moon light.

“Now it’s time we thanked you properly, ” the girls agreed. One on either
side, they knelt on the grass where I was sitting. “Lay back and let us
show you how grateful we are.”

They worked in unison and slid my shorts off, freeing my mast. As Jackie
teased the head of my cock with her luscious mouth, Joey lowered a
succulent breast to my eager kiss. It felt as if her nipple got even harder
as my tongue went to work. I reached for the light blonde snatch with my
right hand and found the red one with my left. I worked a finger into both
wet holes, caressing their clits and trying to return the pleasure they
were giving me. Joey pulled her breast away from my mouth and joined her
sister licking up and down my pole. As Jackie took my erection deep down
her throat, little sister licked and sucked my swollen balls. Without
stopping her oral ministrations, Jackie swung her leg over me and offered
her copper mine to my eagerly awaiting tongue. She sat up releasing my cock
from her warm mouth to the cool night air. As I lay there probing Jackie’s
pussy with my tongue, Joey lowered herself onto my throbbing tool. I
continued to eat Jackie’s cunt, stopping now and then to tease her tight
anus. Joey rode me faster and faster, clinging to her sister, their breasts
crushed together. Soon Jackie came, screaming, “yes, yes, yes,” into the
spring night air. Moments later Joey joined her sister in ecstasy arching
her back in delight. I completed the circle then, pumping my hot cum into
Joey’s sweet young pussy.

Instead of being spent we were all pumped up from the exciting encounter.
We plunged into the lake and were invigorated by the cool water. We
returned to the shore and Jackie began licking her sisters slit that I had
so recently been filled with my seed. As Jackie knelt between Joey’s legs I
came up and rammed my recovered cock into her from behind. I reached around
and tweaked her nipples as I pistoned in and out of her hot, tight, box.

Joey started to come again as I filled her sister with my hot sperm. Jackie
tightened her cunt around my still throbbing member, milking every last
drop of my cum with her spasming lips. This time we were spent and we
tumbled apart, laying side by side in the dew and cum moistened grass
breathing like sprinters after a race. After a more leisurely dip in the
lake we walked up to the cabin and fixed dinner, cooking and eating in the
nude. We went inside for the night and all curled up together in front of
the fire place where we fell asleep; happy and exhausted.

The next morning . . . Well, that’s another story.

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Jul 17

Real Life Escapade 2

Creampied Bisexual Female Sex StoryReal Life Escapade 2

I’m scared! I’ve never done anything like this before and in a minute it’ll be my turn to go out on stage and start dancing. I think about why I’m here and I feel a quivering in my stomach as my music starts. I strut
out onto the stage and feel the music start to move me, I can’t see anybody for the lights but I can hear the noise in the room as I begin to strip.

I feel dirty, knowing many strange men are staring at my body as I remove each piece of clothing. I sway and shake my tits, feeling a sense of power.
” Me, they are all staring at me!” I finish my dance and go backstage, my
knees weak and my pussy on fire, I have to touch myself, I slide my hands
to my clit and shudder as I cum. Another girl looks on and tells me it’s
always like that the first time, she laughs and says I’ll get used to it,
it’ll be just a job soon. ” Here’s the fun part”, she says,” now you go out
and work the room”. I walk out wearing only my panties and stockings and
men, men are all over the place, most are watching the stage but enough are
watching the other girls and me as we move from table to table.

I feel hands putting money in my panties, ones and fives, the occasional ten as I
move around the room, talking, flirting and running my hands over chests. I
see a big chocolate colored man, he’s so beautiful I just walk over and sit
in his lap, my arms around his neck. He laughs as I pull his face between
my tits, the vibration against my chest sending tingles to my cunt. I know
I must move to other tables but the bulge I feel against my ass has me so
wet I can hardly move. I stand and see a bill in his hand, it’s a fifty
dollar bill and I can see there’s something folded in it, he tucks it deep
into my panties and I can feel his fingers brush my cunt lips as he pulls
his hand away. I move to other tables as he gets up and leaves with his
friends, the rest of the night is a blur of men, hands and music.

Soon, much quicker than I imagined the night is over,and I count my tips, I’ve
made over three hundred dollars and as I open the fifty I see it’s a hotels
name and a room number, I leave the club, still very excited and get in my
car, I’m driving around and look up to see the hotel where that big,
good looking black man is staying. I don’t know how I got here but I know
what I’m going to do, I knock on the door of room 636 and he answers, I
step into the room and his arms, my face tilted up as he kisses me. I can
feel his hands undressing me and I fumble for his belt buckle, I’ve got to
have this man inside me! I drop to my knees and gaze in awe at the cock he
pulls from his pants, it must be all of 13 inches long and very thick, I try
to get as much in my mouth as I can but I can only get about half in, it’s
stretching my lips as I slide it in and out, he tells me there’s a way I can
get more, he sits on the bed and tells me to bend over at the waist and try
from that angle, I do and yes’ I can get a little more in.

I suck him in as  deep as I can, until it hits the back of my mouth, I bob my
head up and down the length of him and I feel his hands gently cup my head,
moving along with it as I lick and suck him. His hands tighten in my hair, I can
feel him grasping harder as I feel other hands on my hips! I try to look
around but he pulls me down hard on his cock, it hits the back of my mouth
and I gag as I feel a strange cock push its way into my cunt!

I moan as he starts to slam his dick in me, hard and fast, the hands at my
head pulling me up and down, fucking my mouth, each time pushing to the limit,
I shake as I feel myself cumming from this rough treatment, I gasp and he pushes my
head down another few inches. I can feel him sliding into my throat as he
groans and pulls me closer to him, my lower lip brushes his balls and I
realize he has buried his cock in my throat, he pulls me up and I breath,
running my tongue around the head of his cock before he plunges deep into
my throat again, my nose tickled by the curly hair at his crotch.

I can feel him twitching as he shoots jet after jet of cum down my throat, but I
can’t taste anything, I try to pull back but he holds me down hard, it
seems like forever, I can’t breath and I squirm, my hands pushing against
his thighs. Finally, he pulls my head up and I gasp for air as I feel hands
turning me, forcing me to my knees, I have time to see another black cock
glistening with my juices before it’s shoved against my lips.

I open my mouth and this one slides in to the hilt, I can taste myself on it and I
lick back to the head, I tilt my eyes up and see the face of the guy that
was fucking me for the first time! He’s ugly, that’s all I can say, just
ugly but his cock is fucking in and out of my mouth and I’m so turned on by
this I don’t care! He says” You are one hot cunt, aren’t you?” I reply by
moaning and sliding my mouth down to his balls, my head going up and down
faster and faster it’s not long before he shudders and fills my mouth with
cum, this I can taste as I swallow as much as I can, he pulls out, still
cumming, shooting three spurts across my face, my tongue waving, trying to
get it all, I close my lips on his head, sucking deeply.

I look up and they both just stare at me, a white slut on her knees for
them. “I need fucked, which one of you is going to fuck me first, shoot your load
deep in my cunt, I don’t care, just so I get cock!” They laugh and say I’ll get all
the dick I want! Fred’s cock is hard again and he sits down and says come
and get it, I run to him, throwing myself on his chest, feeling his cock
between my ass cheeks, I move up and slowly lower myself on him, inch by
inch until he’s all the way in, I wait, adjusting to the size of him, then
slide up until just the head is still in me.

I wiggle my hips, grin at him and thrust myself down hard! I scream as I feel that
giant dick hit places I’ve never felt before, it feels so good!His hands around my waist, he
fucks me up and down on his cock, my head rolling around on my shoulders,
my hair flying around my face, I making gurgling sounds deep in my throat
as I cum. “FUCK ME, YOU BIG FUCKER, SHOVE IT IN ME, FUCKFUCKFUCK,
I WANT, I NEED, OH MY GOD, I LOVE YOUR DICK!” I can feel him start to
shake as he pours his cum deep into my unprotected pussy, filling me with his seed.

He pulls me off him and I take his dick in my mouth, cleaning it with my
tongue, tasting his cum mixed with my cunt juice.He starts to stiffen and I
know what I want next! I get on my hands and knees, looking at the two big
studs and wiggle my ass at them. “Come on, boys, take me together, Fred, I
want you in my throat and you I want to fuck my ass!” I lower my mouth onto
Fred’s huge cock while his friend places himself at my tight little asshole
and pushes his 8 inches deep into my ass, the head pops through and I groan
around Fred’s cock as I’m filled from both ends.

The ugly guy shoves my body back and forth, each thrust forcing more of
Fred’s dick down my throat, I’m going wild, thrusting back onto the dick up my
ass, licking and running my lips all over the cock in my mouth, cumming almost
constantly as these two big, black men use me for their own pleasure, my tits are
bouncing back and forth, my cunt spasms as I wish for another dick to
fill my pussy, I need to be taken and used as the cock-hungry white slut
that I am! I feel the guys stiffen as the one in my ass starts to shoot
deep in my ass, he pulls out and I feel his hot cum on my ass and back.
Fred must have been waiting for that as he shot jet after jet of tasty,
white, thick cum from his big dark cock, all over my hair, face chest and
in my mouth, I swallowed and used my fingers to push most of his cum
through my lips to my tongue and lapped up what was left oozing off his
dickhead. I collapsed on the bed and fell asleep, exhausted. When I woke up
the next morning, well,that’s another story!

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