mature erotic story

I could feel my desire for her
building up inside. I could feel other
things too and I tried to keep my mind on her words. As we left
riding back to her hotel, she reached forward and caressed my back,
goose-bumps rise on my arms. I reached back and caressed her leg,
squeezing her knee softly. She replied by wrapping her arms low around
me and hugging me gently.
As we pulled in to the hotel parking
lot, I knew I didn’t want this to
end with a “thank-you-it’s-been-a-lovely-evening” goodnight. Parking
bike and putting away the spare helmet she’d worn, she solved my
“Would you like to come up and talk
some more?” She asked.
We went to her room, and as I laid
jacket on the chair, I turned to
find her standing close to me, her nipples hard and visible through the
cloth of her blouse. Wordlessly, I gently pulled her to me, feeling
breasts against my chest, her head tilted towards mine. As I gazed
her eyes, a warm feeling embraced me from within. I lowered my lips to
hers and kissed her, gently. Her lips parted, and my tounge caressed
exploring her for the first time. Wanting to find her secrets, her
We melted into each others arms, becoming one in our desires.


My line of work involves delivering and hooking up TV’s to our customers
who aren’t able to do so. Most frequently it’s older or informed
people who require my services, which was the case – at least that’s
what I thought – when I went into the showroom to cover for the manager.
An older couple came in, purchased a cable-ready television and requested
that it be delivered to their home. I informed them I was the one who
took care of these installations and added that I’d be over the following
day to hook up their system.
As they left the store, it appeared that their daughter or niece –
a very attractive young lady had come to the store to meet them.
After a quick chat with the older couple, the girl came in and told me
that she would be home the following day to accept the television deliver.
I watched her exit the store, and as the light hit her sundress, I could
see that she wore no panties underneath. Her perfect ass and crack were
completely visible from my vantage point. Continue reading “Delivery”

Shower sex story

I went to work one Saturday knowing that I should be able to get some
work done. Sure enough, the parking lot was empty and I got right to

I only took a couple of short breaks and was feeling very sore by
mid-afternoon. I decided that I had earned a break and went to the
men’s room to use the shower facilities.

I was had just finished shampooing my hair when I saw someone enter
the dressing area. He was one of the engineers from upstairs who
often showered here after his daily runs. Continue reading “Shower sex story”

Good hotel adventure

“This water feels just right,” she purred as she walked out from
behind the waterfall, “do you suppose they heat it?”

He waved a hand in front of him, setting off ripples in the pond
where he was sitting, “I would imagine so, the water here in the
pond is warm enough to not even need a swimsuit.” He watched her
walking towards him, the waterfall had turned her suit almost
transparent, but it was her hazel eyes, set off by her brown hair
that captivated him. Continue reading “Good hotel adventure”

Midnight Storm Fantasy

Darkness. Punctuated occasionally by the flashes from a distant
thunderstorm, it is folded over your eyes like a heavy layer of black
velvet. The humid night air caresses your face like a lover’s hand, and
you can smell the storm as it approaches.

You stand out on the porch in front of your remote farmhouse,
wondering how long it will be before the lights are restored, banishing
the night again for a bit. A quick breeze toys with your hair and your
skirt. You shiver slightly at the chill running down your spine, and
cross your arms over your breasts.

Off in the distance, now, you see the headlights of an approaching
car. You feel the tension creep over you as the driver picks his way
down the poorly-maintained road that leads nowhere but to you. Alone
tonight, your retired parents in town for dinner with friends, where
they will spend the night, and you are aware of your vulnerability. Continue reading “Midnight Storm Fantasy”


She was standing in the bathroom powdering and rubbing lotion
onto her legs. She had a dark towel wrapped around her body and
another around her head. The bathroom was warm and steamy from
the shower as she wiped the mirror to look at herself. Thoughts
about today’s presentation were running through her head. She
was excited about the topic, and felt good about the work it
represented. Lipstick, she thought, a little lipstick. The
shower door opened, and she turned to kiss her lover. “Open your
towel” he said, in a low voice. Her mind, somewhere else, came
skidding back to his words, “Huh?” She was a little confused.
“Open your towel” he said again, pantomiming what he wanted her
to do, holding his hands wide. She blushed and shook her head
no. “Yes” he said, simply, a command. She undid the towel,
embarrassed, her mind filled with thoughts of being too heavy and
being unattractive. “Wider” he said. And she complied, not
raising her eyes. He murmured something appreciative, but she
barely heard. One warm finger traced a line from nipple to just
below her navel. “Beautiful” was his last word as he walked past
her, out into the bedroom. She stood there, nude and shaking for
a moment as he shut the door. Only after he had gone, did she
realize he was naked, too, but she hadn’t even noticed.

Girl Solo Orgasm

Jill attends Boston University and had been dating Eric for 3 months,
that is until yestrday when he broke up with her. He was seeing some other
chick on the side. Jill, a senior, and 21, had never had such good sex as
she had had with Eric. She already missed that part of their relationship.

Jill is a gorgeous 5’6” dirty bonde with medium length hair and a
perfect body. her legs are trim, yet quite toned and her ass was also a
magnificent sight. Jill has a pair of nice supple tits and a sexy belly
button. Let’s put it this way, Jill probably could have hooked up with
anyone she wanted too at BU. It’s a shame such girls are so picky! Continue reading “Girl Solo Orgasm”

Learning to please

Learning to please
Beauty is an aphrodisiac. A warm, humid breath whispered from lungs pumped with hot blood. To feel it against the skin, is to know a wisdom in passion. What is there to know beyond knowing passion? In a whisper of breath, know the nature of beauty: it is the joy of pleasure, of souls feeling a heat to the skin. In such a way, Alexis understood passion: that it is a physical energy for spiritual consumption. “I’ve felt my body sing while making love,” she was saying, “but too often that song drowns that of the soul.” “It ‘s easy to bring bodies to orgasm,” said Ilene. “Perhaps the song you want to hear is in the lingering notes of a body seeking release, in its yearning. What if the body craved release so badly that it looked to the soul as a lover?” There was no answer to Ilene’s question: the experience was the answer. “I would die to feel like that,” Alexis said. The thought was abstract, but it stroked her body’s length like a silken dress falling from her shoulders. “You’ve already begun,” Ilene replied in a smooth voice. “Needing is receiving. Let need be the giver. Would you like me to guide you to the feeling?” Alexis’ paused. What did the question mean? Did Ilene intend to make love to her? “I don’t know,” she said flatly. Ilene smiled at her. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to touch you. This isn’t about my passion at all. But I can guide you to your passion. Beyond that: I can show you how to make your soul cum.” She looked directly into Alexis’ eyes. “You feel it in your thighs now don’t you?” “Yes, a little,” Alexis said uncomfortably. “Why so inhibited by the simple need of your body’s pleasure? In fact, why not dwell in it and feel it as a pleasure in itself? It is a nice feeling, isn’t it?” “Very nice. But with you watching me so closely… I don’t know. It all is very strange.” “I’m your guide. I must watch to take you where the feelings are centered. Let’s break the inhibitions. Free your mind of stupid shames. Tell me about the feelings as they come to you. Be open and honest. with me. If I know where you are, I can help you take the next step. Will you do this thing?” “I’ll try. I just can’t help feeling embarrassed by it.” Ilene leaned closer to Alexis. Her voice was barley a whisper, “It would feel oh so very good to be touched right now, wouldn’t it?” Alexis closed her eyes. “Yes,” she said. “It’s been a while since I’ve made love.” “Has it been a while since you’ve touched yourself?” At this question, Alexis blushed. Again she closed her eyes to find a privacy denied in Ilene’s soft gaze. She didn’t want to answer. Almost every night, she felt her body demand the caressing touches, tracing her fingers down her stomach to her loins. Her fingers flicking her clitoris erect; finding the rhythm and pressure that made her senses dance; making herself cum deliberately slowly. Ah, deliberately slowly, allowing the sensuality bath her, flooding her with a liquid, oily heat that surged in orgasm. “No,” she said softly. “Open your eyes and watch me,” said Ilene. Alexis obeyed the request. Ilene stood before her and unbuttoned the first three buttons of her blouse. “Watch me,” she whispered to Alexis. “Did you touch yourself like this?” Her hand slid into the opened blouse. Through the white cotton, Alexis could see Ilene’s hand move over her bare breast, her fingers tracing small circles around her nipple, caressing the smooth skin with luxurious strokes… She watched Ilene remove her hand, the erect nipple poking a small peak in the cotton of her blouse. “Was it like that, Alexis?” “Yes,” she breathed. “Did the touching make you cum?” Ilene said. There was more in her voice now. A melting quality. “I masturbate, Ilene,” she said. “I told you, it’s been a long time since I’ve made love.” She tried to hide her embarrassment in snapping the words out. Nonetheless, she felt the warmth in her grow. Ilene was exciting her, eroding the wall she had built for her intimacy, cutting through the feelings that covered sensual feelings. Her voice lowered and softened, “and yes, it made me cum.” Ilene sat next to Alexis on the couch. “Now watch me,” she said. “I’m going to show you a lovely thing. I want you to look at my face for a few minutes. Watch my lips and eyes as they change. I’m going to give you a vision.” Alexis watched Ilene, watched as her eyes closed, as she seemingly retreated to another reality. Almost immediately, her breathing came in hushed sighs edged in urgency, became deeper and somehow more luxurious. Her lips opened slightly to allow her tongue the passage to lick, to keep them moist in the flow of air entering and exiting her lungs. In a barely audible voice, Ilene whispered. It was a low, lilting sound that filled Alexis’ mind as the smallest wisps of air fills a moan. “Alexis, can you see what is happening?” “Yes, but I don’t understand…” “Don’t understand it; feel it. Ummm, delicious. Feel it as I feel it, a bath of sensuality. What is it you see?” Ilene parted her legs until she felt Alexis’ thigh against hers. Alexis paused between words, “I … see … you … becoming … aroused …” She shook her head as if to shake off a dream. “I think I should be going.” “Please don’t leave,” Ilene said softly, almost as an aside. She rubbed her palms along her thighs slowly, then stopped abruptly. “Do you know how sweetly I feel the longing for a touch right now? How difficult it becomes not to touch myself?” She sat silently for a moment, swallowed deeply, then continued. “There,” she whispered smiling, “I’ve centered in the pleasure of it. Um, watch me make love to it, Alexis. Be with me for this, please.” Alexis silently nodded as she watched her friend’s face slip deeper into an unknown pleasure. Small drops of perspiration beaded on Ilene’s face. “I want you to know how I feel, Alexis. It is truly wonderful. Oh god, to feel a cock’s round head part my lips… Ah, that is the longing… wet and empty, my clitoris stiffens and stiffens as if to fill the emptiness… my stomach melts, the heat rising from my thighs in slight waves of pleasure… waves washing my breasts and nipples like the tantalizing licks of oh so many tongues… waves washing me closer… wave on wave becoming a caressing flood… a myriad of insistent fingers tracing sensual paths across my skin… like a lover whose desire is to see me burn… see me burn until my need consumes me… until the my lover speaks… and the words touch me… and their touch… is more than I can bare…” She paused, consuming the sensations, her hips rocking back and forth so slightly as to hardly be noticed. “… yes, it will be a voice, Alexis… a voice that will plunge deep inside of me… filling me like a cock gorged with blood and its own need… cumming in me… Ah, Alexis, can you see how close I am…?” “Yes,” Alexis said, strangely aware of the humid warmth in her own voice. The rhythm of her heart beating faster, her breath coming deeper. She knew Ilene had brought herself to the very edge of orgasm. She understood that her presence was not necessary. The walk along that maddening precipice was the pleasure Ilene sought. She had reached into herself and become a sensual moment frozen at the peek of passion. The promise of gratification sucked alive the delicate tissues between her thighs. They tormented her with a thousand tiny explosions of shear pleasure, each a delight beyond imagination, but not complete enough to bring the filling gratification complete release demanded. Sitting beside Alexis, Ilene was an island of complete pleasures; pleasures that sang to Alexis like sirens, sending loving and passionate kisses to her ears. In Alexis, the longing to walk with Ilene, along her beach, became the most exquisite desire. “I want to watch you cum, Ilene. You truly are a vision. What you are feeling lights your face like a soft, dim candle. I can almost feel the gentle pressure of your lips against your tongue, taste the sweetness as if it were mine…” Alexis blinked. It was a cry for reality. She could not reconcile the words coming from her mouth nor the voyeuristic intrigue with the woman she knew herself to be. Nonetheless, the sensual music of the sirens, of Ilene’s breasts heaving with breath, the lithe dance of her smooth skin moving beneath her clothing, moving with her muscles growing taunt to quivering, stroked continually her most intimate and hidden desires, licked between her thighs and along their length, to exude her heated lubrication with involuntary contractions. Indeed, cupped her breasts with an exacting pressure, a gentle pressure, kneading her nipples taunt and hard. With her slightest move, the fabric of her blouse grazed across these sensitive peaks as maddeningly as the expert brush of a feather. Seduced, she abandoned all but pleasure. She became immersed in her longing. Ilene shuddered and stiffened slightly, her lips parting. The moan she uttered rested upon Alexis like the weight of a phantom lover pressing close. Ilene shuddered again, this time it was more obvious than the last. Her mouth was drawn more tightly, opened a bit wider, her voice more urgent. In a moment she unclenched. She bit her bottom lip and became still like a sensual sculpture of polished stone whose soul reason for creation was to beg an appreciating touch. Soon Alexis could see her thighs quiver, her stomach roll from a firm, flat plain to a softer and slightly rounded arc, her breasts swelling with the pound of her blood, her lungs filling beyond capacity and exploding in a rush of air time and time again. “I’m still cumming,” she whispered, “still cumming, building in me… God, Alexis, watch it take me!” Her body knotted in spasms, her senses exploding in a soundless cry. Arching from the couch, every muscle squeezed the moment for an eternity of pleasure. “N… Now,” she cried, throwing her head back. Her body clenched, she came again. For several seconds, she remained locked in a dimension were only orgasm existed. Her clothing, drenched with sweat, clung to her like a second skin as sensual delirium subsided to pleasure, and pleasure simply became satisction. Alexis now understood the edge: understood how her voice coaxed Ilene to cross it. Her own longing had passed that of those nights alone when she would lie nude in bed caressing herself. Then she felt her hands make a slow but sure journey to the warmth between her thighs, felt her fingers play along her opening lips until their velvet smoothness became silken with her wetness. It was without a touch that her body had become the living presence of need – – more than that, become a woman totally seduced by that need. Without a thought driving her actions, but a deep primal craving, her hands sought the softness of her breasts. The touch was electric with pleasure. She couldn’t help but moan at the moment of contact. There was a hunger in the feel of her fingers as they closed on her mounds. She was transported and alone. Her right hand unbuttoned her blouse. The cooler air touched her skin like a sensual liquid; her breasts blazed with the sensations, her nipples drawn to a hardness she had never felt before. Her hand continued lower. It unbuttoned her jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. The need to touch herself had become an instinct. Soon, so soon, she would feel the flick of a finger against her clitoris, move it between her thumb and finger like an oily marble. Yes, soon she would insert a finger into herself, feel the slick walls close about it and feel the slow withdrawal as her body shivered, shivered as another finger inched inside her. Oh soon, there would be satisfaction, satisfaction and release. Oh God, the desire to cum poured through her like lava. As the palm of her right hand grazed across her stomach she bit her bottom lip. The sensations were blinding and deliriously beautiful. Her fingers played along the elastic edge of her panties, the euphoria of expectation coursing between her thighs. Only Ilene’s voice could find its way into this ecstasy and be heard, “How much do you want to cum, Alexis?” Alexis spoke from the depth of her passion, inhibitions no longer had any place in her mind, “It would take so very little… if I touch my cunt, even the slightest, I will explode…” “Put your hands by your side, Alexis. Don’t let this moment be robbed from you, Ilene said in a pleading voice. “I know that I could hold you in my arms even though it isn’t a woman you want. I know you want me to hold you, don’t you?” “Yes, I want you to kiss me. Just that, a kiss from you, wouldnt be enough,” Alexis very nearly sobbed as she place her hands at her side. She was consumed with an aching need more intense than any she had endured before. “I will do anything to cum,” she said. A tear formed in her pleading eyes. “I see a cock, long and thick, throbbing for your kiss. It’s smooth head tipped with a drop of pre-ejaculent shines like a star. Take the cock into yourself. Feel it slide into your cunt, spreading the lips with frictionless ease. Take it very slowly, Alexis… Very slowly let it fill you. Can you feel its size? Tell me how it enters you.” Alexis drew her words in pants of breath, “My… God…, I feel it…! Yes, I can squeeze it… Oh, Ilene, it’s pushing deeper…. Oh, dear Ilene, make… me…” Alexis’ head tossed side to side, her eyes closed tight. “…And it is ecstasy as it withdraws,” Ilene soothed. “Ecstasy, Alexis. There, you are now, my sweet Alexis, I see your body twitch with every second. Ache for me, Alexis… I have the knowledge you want. Willou kiss me for it? Will you touch me for it?” “Anything…” Alexis panted, her body arching to receive, her muscles squeezing to implore release. “Put your hand in my lap, Alexis,” Ilene said softly. “Put your hand in my lap and feel me move against it.” Alexis placed her hand in Ilene’s lap. Ilene’s voice seduced her further: “Undo my jeans, darling.” Alexis’ fingers trembled with the button and zipper, but soon Ilene’s request was met. Again, Ilene’s voice trailed over Alexis like warm kisses. “Do you know what I want you do now?” she asked Alexis could barely find the ability to speak, “… touch you… ” she said, her tongue licking her lips. “Make me cum with you, Alexis. Put your finger in me. Feel how smooth and wet I am to the touch, how you excite me. Touch my clitoris, Alexis. Is it like those nights alone? Ah, your gentle fingers, show me how you cum, Alexis. Feel my cunt as if it is your own, my body as if it is your own. Ah, how you long to masturbate. How close it must be for you.” Alexis’ fingers trembled as they smoothed along the folds of the lips between Ilene’s thighs. Their creamy, smooth warmth, still alive from numerous, intense orgasms, pushed against Alexis’ touch and moved in a slow deliberate circle. “Show me how you masturbate, Alexis,” Ilene coaxed. Alexis’ fingers found the rhythm of Ilene’s rotating hips. Her middle finger massaged Ilene’s clitoris with frantic flicks and strokes. “Please, Ilene… I must cum… please…” “Then cum. Open yourself completely. It’s so close… so close. Cum for me. Let me watch you cum.” Alexis felt her stomach knot. It rolled like a golden wheat field in a summer wind. Melting her muscles. Then clenching them. Like birds released long her legs, the dance of wings the frantic flutter of surging pleasure, soared through her spread thighs, entering her in a single thrust, licking alive the convulsing velvet walls with too many sensations for the mind to understand. This wasn’t a time for the mind. It broke upon the body in such a torrent of unspeakable pleasure that Alexis could only sob and laugh and pray it continued. She stiffened as the rush became a nova, filling her completely, bursting within her, bursting like a magnificent cock pumping her full, white cream erupting and flooding within her, pumping her full, filling her sensibilities as it sated her loins. And her cumming flowed from her, from her cunt in heated liquid, from her mouth scarcely able to form the word “Ilene”. As it had burst upon her, it subsided: slowly, an inch at a time. Her mind swam in an abstractly beautiful trance. She fought to find her breath again. Once again she was entered, this time the thrust filling her entire being. The pulsing majesty drove into her, and into her. The driving continued in an all filling thrust as if it were the final push of an endless and climaxing cock. As she arch from the coach, she felt her anus entered with a well lubricated rush. Cock against cock, the frictionless driving continued and continued. Her mouth dropped open to cry, but it filled with the taste of flesh and salt, the cream-white of a delicious jism bathing her tongue and throat. Alexis’ body glistened with sweat as she convulsed, all of her seeking to milk the cumming of her soul. All of her delivered to the pleasure. Clenched, her body writhed with its filling, the lithe lines of her form rippling in delicious spasms. The inward plunging never ending, knotting and reknotting Alexis in ever more intense orgasm, left her weeping and sobbing in joy, in pleasure bathed joy; each end marking a new beginning until the very essence of beauty, pleasure and passion fused as one in an explosion of unspeakable genesis. When Alexis finally sank back into the couch and regained the ability to think and talk, she chose rather to luxuriate silently in the glow of complete satisfaction. “Are you alright?” asked Ilene. “Oh, yes, yes, yes,” Alexis sang. “Ummm, darling…,” Ilene whispered into Alexis’ ear. “might I find in you a kiss for me?” She contracted her muscles, squeezing Alexis’ finger oh so gently.

Fetish Family Sex Story

“Twas the night of Thanksgiving and all through the
house, the Schidinks were stirring…”

Little Timmy Schidink, only eighteen years old and very
angry, sat on on the toilet in the the groundfloor bathroom.
He had withheld his shit five days, but now the Turkey dinner
was forcing the issue. His constipated gut ached as he
pushed and pushed trying to squeeze the delayed monster turd
out his distended rectum. Continue reading “Fetish Family Sex Story”

My sick day

My sick day
By: Zeeshan
Hello readers, I am Zeeshan and the event that I am going to narrate occurred 4 years ago when I was 14. My family was among the very few desi families that lived in a small town in Canada. Right across the street from us lived a family who were great friends with us. The uncle had sponsored his parents and siblings from Pakistan and they were due to arrive very soon. When they did arrive, I saw his sister Parveen who was around 5-6 years older than me, she had an average build. Not that people would be dying to fuck her, but if one had never fucked before and as horny and as easy to fuck she seemed given the Pakistani community’s conservativeness, many would be willing to chase her.
As time progressed things happened between us. I used to be very shy and she kept approaching me. It would seem every time she called for little things to borrow it would be when I was most likely to pick up the phone. Since they lived just across the street, we came and went quite frequently during the day. One time while coming from their apartment, I had a huge tray full of food in my hand. I would thus be unable to open the building entrance doors. So aunty sent Parveen to open the doors for me. While opening the last door she jumped to my side, and planted a kiss on my cheek and said “I love you.” I was shocked and did not know what to do. I just decided to pretend that nothing had occurred and kept walking.
I forgot to mention that I used to take aunt’s kid to school along with my own siblings. A few days after this incident I fell ill, but went to school to drop off the kids anyways. On my way back, I told aunty from her balcony that her son was safely in school. I moved onto my home. There I realized my parents had left for work, so I popped in an Indian movie and lied down on the couch. In a little while, the phone rang. I picked up, it was her.
“How are you?”
“I am fine.”
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to sleep I guess.”
“Mei aa ke soo’on tumhaare saath?” she asked…
I was dumbfounded; I replied I do not know. A little while later, there was a knock on the door. I opened the door it was her. I let her in and shut the door behind her. We walked into the living room. As soon as we got in there, she squeezed me in a tight hug and then put her lips on mine. We sucked and played with each otherТs tungs for the longest time. Then she finally bent on her knees and fell to the floor. Her hands dragged down from my face towards my crotch, rubbing down my chest. She began unzipping my pants. I on the other hand grabbed the end of her hijab and in a quick jerk removed it off her to reveal messy undone hair. She had by this time removed my pants to below my knees and was fumbling my dick inside my boxers. I grabbed her head by her hair and guided it towards the opening of my boxers while I grabbed her hand and placed it around my dick, which was now out of the boxers and growing in size. An intense sensation passed through the entirety of my body as my love tool was engulfed by a warm and salivating hungry mouth of my love. She began sucking and licking, and in no time was there a breath taking rhythm of those luscious lips encircling my cock in up-down-up-down motion.
Even before I knew it pre-cum oozed out of my fountain and delivered a salty flavour inside my warm and cozy love nest, that is, Parveen’s warm and welcoming mouth. In another minute, I felt pressure building up inside my pelvis and before I knew it, I erupted like a volcano in her mouth. I was shaking like there was no end. She was still fully clothed. I was amazed at the fact that not one drop of my love cream had gone on her clothes. I held her face, and guided her to get up and when she rose, I planted a kiss on her luscious lips. We feasted on my love juice mixed in her saliva and I sucked her mouth clean of whatever she had not yet swallowed.
Now I laid her down and prepared for my turn to service my goddess. I moved aside the bottom of her kameez and folded it back over her stomach and chest and then grabbed her shalwar, which was thankfully elastic, and pulled it off of her legs. Her panties were now the only barrier between me and her cunt. Instead of taking the panties off, I surprised her by placing a finger inside and ripping the panties apart. My tongue quickly found its place: in between the folds and lips of my love’s pussy. I began sucking and fucking her with my tongue as her moaning increased in intensity and frequency. My right hand meanwhile moved under her kameez and up her abdomen and chest. I soon got hold of her firm right boob dying to be freed out of her bra. I placed my hand inside her bra to feel her rock hard nipple. This touch sent shocks through my dick, which was already up and alive.
By this time I had made my love’s pussy wet and horny ready to be fucked. I then asked her to take off her kameez as she did I pulled off her bra to reveal both her boobs. I dug my face in between them like a starved dog. I bit them and sucked them while lying on top of her and with one hand; I rubbed my cock against her clit, teasing her. Soon she began begging me to fuck her.
“Mei tumhari randi hon Zeeshan! Apni randi ko chodho! Apni Parveen ko chodh do ab! Pleaase pleaaase!”
As she begged I kept moving my cock against her pussy till I was in a position to enter and as I got into that position, I rammed my tool into her garm, and wet cunt with one big jerk. I sigh of relief and ecstasy escaped my Parveen’s lips. I had just had 3 or 4 strokes when I heard our car in the driveway. My mom did not have work today I realized. She must have left the house for some other business. But I was not going to stop today, we quickly picked up our clothes and I led her to my bedroom in the basement. I locked the door and heard my mom enter the house upstairs. She yelled my name but I gave no reply. Thus, she assumed I was sleeping.
Now I guided Parveen towards my bed. She asked what will we do now, and I whispered we will have fun. Saying this I pushed her on my bed and put my lips on her face. With a violent motion, I popped my cock into her slot. I began fucking her like an animal and kissing her at the same time. She tried to moan, but the sound of those moans died in my mouth. We developed a systematic rhythm. We were in heaven. I pinched and caressed her boobs at the same time using one of my hands.
I lifted my mouth from hers and quickly placed a hand on her mouth and told her I was about to fire my love seed. Before she or I had a chance to say anything, I erupted like a volcano in my sweetie’s love nest. My love seed was firmly planted. She came a few seconds later and I planted a kiss on her mouth again, in order to avoid being detected. We laid there like that for a few minutes and then she whispered not to worry about the fertilization and winked. Her fucker understood what that meant.
I told her I was tired so we both got into my bed, and lied down naked inside the covers thinking about what to do with the problem upstairs and the one in her house.
What happened next is a story for another time. And will be relayed soon.
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First Threesome

We were in her Van, parked at the top of the cliffs at Black’s Beach
the first time I brought the subject up. I had always wanted to watch my
wife fuck another guy while I was watching, but she didn’t want any part of
of it. Mayby my girlfriend would be more receptive to the idea. Our affair
was over a year old at the time and calming down some from the frenetic start
we enjoyed. I asked if she had ever thought about making love to two guys at
once and of course she had but had never had an opportunity to try. I told
her that I could make it happen if she was interested. From the way her
kisses increased in intensity I felt I had my answer. The first questions were
who, and how do I know he doesn’t have any diseases, good questions in this
day and age. I told her I had a good friend at work that I’d known for many
years, married and not active outside of his marraige but had been talking
about how bored he was getting. Having made a couple of cruises with him
and seeing him in the shower the added bonus was he happened to be hung like
a horse. (Almost). She asked if I had said anything to him and I said that I
hadn’t but if she was interested I would drop a hint and see what his reaction
would be. With her approval I did. His reaction was fairly predictable, at
first he thought I was kidding but got very interested when I assurred him it
wasn’t a joke.

About two weeks later, when our time had just about expired at our
favorite pay by the hour motel I asked if she wanted me to give Jerry a call,
I knew his wife was working and if he was home he would be alone all after-
noon. She said weeeeeeelll I don’t know but what the hell, so I got dressed
and called Jerry up from the pay phone outside. He was home, I asked him if
he felt like some company, I still think he didn’t believe I was serious but
he said sure, c’mon over. The ride from Pt. Loma to North County was very
quiet, a lot of silent looks back and forth. She was very nervous and so
was I. She held my hand very tightly as we walked up to Jerry’s door and
rang the bell. He met us with a cold beer and after nervous introductions we
went upstairs to his computer room. I could tell he was impressed, she’s a
very pretty lady and has a trim figure to match. The beer and Jerry’s quick
wit soon had us relaxed. He put an X-Rated movie in the VCR and we commented
how we had been watching movies all morning. He had picked this one very
carefully, the TV screen was filled with 2 guys and 1 girl. We watched
quietly for a while, my dick was trying to rip its way out of my Levies and
the air was so thick with sexual tension you could cut it with a knife. We
were sitting on the floor in front of the TV and Jerry asked if anyone wanted
another beer. I said yes and bring back the Cuervo too. While he was gone I
leaned over and pulled her to me and we started kissing like there was not
going to be a tomorrow. By the time Jerry got back we were stretched out on
the floor and I was fumbleing with her belt. The same belt I had unhooked
a hundred times was all of a sudden giving me problems. I said please give
me a hand here man, I can’t get this undone, Jerry laid down beside us and
we very slowly unsnapped her jeans. I moved down to her feet and took off
her sneakers and socks, Jerry had her jeans unfastened and she picked her
hips off the floor so he could slide them down her legs and off. I moved
back up and pulled her sweater up and over her head, now she was only
wearing white bikini panties, Her pink nipples were hard and we quickly
each started sucking on them while taking off our own clothes. When I
finished undressing I moved down and started kissing and sucking on her cunt
through her panties. When I looked up she had Jerry’s dick in her hand and
was opening her mouth to take it in. He was impressive even when only
partially hard. I left her panties on and continued to eat her until the
crotch was totaly soaked, I moved over and watched her suck Jerry’s dick,
I knew he was enjoying it cause she loves to have a man in her mouth, I
asked if I could have a shot of that and he pulled back to let me take his
place. By this time I knew she was ready to take him in her pussy and like
she was reading my mind she pulled her panties off and opened her legs wide.
Jerry moved between her legs and I asked him to kneel cause I wanted to watch
his dick slide into her, He rubbed the head up and down her crack several
times and then almost like he was teasing he put the head in, I watched her
lips spread as he pushed in and then close back around the shaft as he got
deeper inside her. He started pumping slowly, each time he went in farther
until finally he was buried. I watched her face as he started to slam into
her and knew she was loving it. I moved up and touched her mouth with my dick
and she took me in like a madwoman. Jerry started pumping harder and I knew
he was going to come and that was enough to bring me over the edge, as he
filled her pussy with come I filled her mouth. We kind of laid there in a
heap for a while, we were all grinning like bird fed cats. I had always
thought that a threesome would be fun and I was right. I leaned over and
sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and got it all wet, we had just fin-
ished passing the Cuervo around and I shook some salt onto her nipple, licked
it off and took another shooter, by the time came to get dressed and leave we
had salted just about every part of our bodies you could imagine. It turned
out to be the best day I have ever had with my lady, we got together pretty
regular after that, untill Jerry transfered back East, I’m still seeing her
on occassion but we never have enjoyed another 3-some.

sexual biker weekend

Biker Weekend

Several years ago, before I had my drinking “problem,” I had the
perfect life. I was educated, employed, financially secure – and best of
all – married to a wonderful woman. We had a pretty little house in the
suburbs, and we both taught at a very prestigious private school. Amanda
taught elementary school Reading, and I taught Math in the junior high
Amanda and I met in college and married soon after we graduated and we
were both virgins on our wedding night. She was smart and pretty and
demurely affectionate. If there was anything less than perfect about her,
it was the fact that she kept a very tight rein on her emotions. Serious,
insecure, and uptight, Amanda even dressed very conservatively, and it was
only for those too-brief moments when her hair was out of the bun and she
was naked, that I could appreciate the true beauty that she was. Her
insecurities even affected her professional life because other teachers
were promoted around her as she remained docile and submissive to the
One weekend, I found out that Amanda’s bottled-up emotions took a toll
on her, and when the dam finally broke, it had shocking results.

Teaching junior high, I was familiar with teens going through their
rebellious stage. It was a fact of life for me, and I did everything I
could to make the teenager’s angst as painless as possible, while still
teaching my subject. Also, teaching at a good, and very expensive, private
school, meant cooperating with the parents as much as possible. One
troubled teen was a beautiful girl named Elizabeth.
Elizabeth was 15 and in the midst of a powerful revolt against her
very wealthy parents. Big contributors to the school, her parents asked
for and received cooperation from everyone on the staff. Looking back on
that Spring, I realized that I made a mistake by getting too involved with
Elizabeth and her family.
Part of the phase Elizabeth was going through was in selecting “wild”
boyfriends. Her latest was a biker, years older than her, and someone we
all assumed (correctly) was heavily into drugs and a lot of other unsavory
Just before final exams in the Spring, Elizabeth ran away from home.
For whatever reason, she showed up at our door several days later, hungry
and broke, and spent several nights with Amanda and me. We helped her get
through exams and finally talked her into returning home.
About a week after Elizabeth left, I got a call from her boyfriend.
He made it clear that if he ever heard of me touching her again that he
would kill me. He further threatened to get even somehow for what I had
done with his “old lady.” In a near panic, I tried to assure him that
nothing had happened between Elizabeth and me and that my wife had been
with us the entire time. I don’t think he listened to me at all.
Several weeks passed. School let out for the Summer and Amanda and I
prepared for our vacation. We planned a long weekend away over the Fourth
of July and couldn’t wait to leave as soon as Amanda’s summer school class
dismissed at noon on Friday. I had the car packed and ready to go when she
pulled into the driveway. We had a light lunch and piled into the car to
hit the road.
I had driven perhaps a mile when I suddenly felt the cold steel of a
gun barrel being pressed against my neck. A guy who looked very much like
a large, nasty biker was in the back seat of the car and was very serious
about what he would do to us if I didn’t do exactly as he ordered.
He told me to drive and, following his instructions, we drove for
almost an hour, far out into the country. We turned off the road and into
a rutted trail and our kidnapper told us to stop next to a van parked there
and to get out. Another, even larger biker climbed out of the van,
pointing a sawed-off shotgun at us. The first guy put our hands behind our
backs and handcuffed us. Then he put silver duct tape on our mouths and
blindfolded our eyes with black cloth. They pushed us into the van and
tied our feet to the sides and then drove, for what seemed like hours,
before stopping the car and pulling us out.
When they removed the blindfolds, all I could tell was that we were in
a huge garage of some kind. It was obviously used to repair automobiles
and motorcycles, as there were several of each sitting around in the
process of being worked on. The first biker shoved us down on an old
schoolbus bench in the corner, leaving us handcuffed. He further secured
us by running a long chain through our arms and padlocking it to the heavy
workbench behind the bus seat.
Amanda and I were both terrified, neither of us knowing exactly what
to expect. I assumed that the bikers were friends of Elizabeth’s boyfriend
and I was very sorry I didn’t call the police after his threatening
phonecall. For all I knew, the idiot would kill us both. When the two
bikers returned, they were accompanied by what appeared to be the members
of some kind of motorcycle gang.
There were about a dozen people. All dressed in typical biker gear,
the men’s ages ran from the mid-20’s, up into the late 40’s or even 50’s.
Two of the girls looked very young, maybe 15 to 17, and the other two were
into their 40’s.
The first biker walked over to us and introduced himself as “Bronk.”
My worst fear came true as he told us he was, indeed, Elizabeth’s “old
man.” He was quite proud of his kidnapping and explained to the others
that he was going to make me wish I had never fucked his “Lizzie.”
“What’s the slut’s name?” Bronk asked another biker, rifling Amanda’s
“Her name is Amanda.” It was Elizabeth – Lizzie. She was walking
into the garage, dressed like the rest of the group in dirty jeans and a
denim sleeveless jacket.
Bronk put his arm around Lizzie’s waist and glared down at me, “Hell
man, I told you you would be hearing from me. I wasn’t about to forget
that you fucked my old lady.” (He ignored me as I was frantically shaking
my head!) “I’m not sure yet what I’ll do with you, yet, but one thing’s for
sure – I’m going to have a crack or two at your little slut, here, before I
turn her loose.” With a smile, he raised his heavy boot and kicked me in
the shoulder. I saw stars.
He unlocked the chain and grabbed Amanda. His friend wrapped the
chain around my chest and the workbench leg a few times and re-locked the
padlock. Bronk pulled Amanda to the center of the garage’s open floor,
holding her in front of his friends. She tried to pull out of his grasp,
but he slapped her across the face and she stood still.
“This is a slut cunt, and what do we do with a slut cunt?” he asked,
“Fuck it!” shouted one of the men.
“Any damn thing we want,” said one particularly large, bearded man who
looked strong enough to live up to his words. He was older than the rest
of the other men and had “OTTO” tattooed on his bare arm.
Bronk began to strip Amanda of her clothes, but stopped when given a
better idea by one of the women.
“Make her strip for us!” an older, fat bitch shouted.
“Hell, yeah…take ’em off, little whore. Show us your naked slut
body,” ordered Bronk as he moved away from Amanda, leaving her standing in
the center of the floor, trembling from fear.
Amanda did as they ordered, slowly removing her white summer suit,
blouse, full slip, bra, pantyhose and panties, and letting down her long,
brown hair until she was standing there, stark naked in front of the whole
group. Her fear and submissive nature were such a part of her that she
made no effort to cover her breasts or her pussy, but simply stood before
them and listened with embarrassment as they commented on her naked body.
Not surprisingly, it met with the men’s approval. At thirty-three,
Amanda had a terrific body. She was 5’7″ and weighed about 120 pounds. I
knew her bra size was 36-C and I guessed her other measurements at about a
25-inch waist and 36-inch hips. Her legs were long and very shapely, and
her big, round breasts had only just begun to sag – and on her, it looked
“Whooo-eee! Look at those titties!”
“Who’d a guessed a bod like that was hidin’ under all them clothes?”
One of the bikers pushed the big woman who had yelled for Amanda to
strip, out in front of him and pulled open her blouse, showing Amanda her
tits. They were mammoth and sagged almost to her navel.
“These are tits, bitch…those little nubs of yours ain’t even big
enough to see!” he taunted, bringing a hearty laugh from the others. He
pushed his woman up to Amanda and took Amanda’s hands and placed them on
the woman’s breasts as he continued to taunt her. “Feel these tits, slut.
See how her nipples get hard and long? She loves pussy just as much as the
guys here do, and so do the rest of the women. You like pussy? You
better…cause you’re gonna be staring at a lot of it while you’re here!”
“Enough of this bullshit talk! I want to fuck the bitch!” hissed
Bronk, pulling Amanda away from the now excited, half-naked woman and
pushing her over to an old sedan which was parked near the center of the
garage. He shoved her up against it and bent her over the hood so that her
ass was exposed and pushed out toward him. Reaching down to a drain pan
nearby he covered his hand with automobile oil and spread it over my wife’s
ass, being sure to get plenty on her asshole. Then roughly, and with no
compassion at all, he took his hard cock from his pants and shoved it up
Amanda’s ass and began fucking her hard against the cold steel fender of
the old car.
We all could hear Amanda scream through the duct tape on her mouth. I
felt my stomach flip and wanted to throw up, but I fought it down, afraid
I’d kill myself getting sick while gagged.
In a very short time, Bronk shot his load up Amanda’s ass and another
biker immediately took his place, smearing more oil on her naked tits and
stomach, before shooting his load of cum into my sweet wife.
I watched as they took turns with Amanda, fucking her up the ass or in
her cunt, whichever they chose, over and over again. She cried and
whimpered into the tape, but she never gave them any resistance, realizing,
I’m sure, that it was fruitless to do so. But, to my sheer and utter
amazement, after about four of the bikers had shot their loads into her,
she began to become excited and was actually grinding her ass back on the
thick dicks that pushed themselves into her holes. I couldn’t believe what
I was seeing!
The women watched it all, cheering their men on as they pounded their
cocks into the submissive and oil-covered slut. When the men had all spent
themselves, some of them having fucked Amanda three times, the women took
over and pushed Amanda into the back seat of the old car, ripped the tape
off her mouth, and took their turns with her. They rubbed their naked tits
over her oily skin and pressed their pussies into her mouth until they
came loudly and moved away for the next woman to have her turn.
As they were waiting their turn with Amanda, they joked about her
technique. “She loves it! I was her first pussy and what she lacked in
style, she made up for in enthusiasm. There’s no doubt that she likes it.”
“Damn right she does! She had her tongue so deep up my snatch that I
thought it was going to come out my throat!” leered another woman.
When they were all done, the group drifted away to somewhere out of
sight and earshot, leaving just Bronk and Lizzie in the garage with us.
Bronk pulled Amanda out of the backseat and tied her arms to the door
of the car. Then he took a black leather case out of his jacket pocket,
removed a hypodermic needle and injected something into Amanda’s arm.
Before he walked away he instructed Lizzie to clean the oil off of her
body. Lizzie had taken her turn with Amanda, too, and there was no doubt
in my mind that she had enjoyed it. She was gentle in washing the oil from
Amanda’s naked body, and I could tell that Amanda was even now responding
to the touch of the pretty, fifteen-year-old’s hands on her body.
When Bronk came back to our part of the garage, he found Lizzie
kissing Amanda deeply on the mouth and laughed at the sight.
“You like the little whore, do you Lizzie? Good, we’ll keep her
around for a while, then. Here, give her some of this,” he sneered,
handing Lizzie a half full vodka bottle.
Lizzie held the bottle to Amanda’s lips and when Amanda balked at
drinking from it, Bronk grabbed a fistful of her hair and held her head
while Lizzie poured it into her mouth. She gagged on the first mouthful,
but soon they established a rhythm, feeding her just enough at a time to
keep her from gagging. At first I thought they were going to pour the rest
of the bottle into her, but they stopped short by a couple of mouthfuls,
sharing those between themselves. Still, I knew that they had given her
enough to make her very drunk, if not sick. I hoped she could hold it.
It didn’t take long for the effect of the vodka and whatever drug he
used on her to set in, and when it did, even in my situation, I had to
chuckle at Amanda. She seemed to lose any fear of her situation and began
giggling and talking about how much she loved to fuck. Bronk and Lizzie
loved the effect the 100-proof drink and the drug were having on her, and
he sent Lizzie to get the others to see the little slut in her drunk
condition. She was babbling away when Lizzie returned with several of the
“Shit…I like…I like to fuck! Michael…tha’s my husband, over
there, he doesn’t think I like it so much…but I LOVE IT! My hole doesn’t
hardly…shit…my hole doesn’t like…sometimes, my hole doesn’t like to
be fuckin’ empty! No sir!” She stammered drunkenly. Her observers smiled
broadly at the lewd comments coming from her mouth and a very attractive
and slim girl named Denise, who I guessed to be about 16 walked up to
Amanda and began to finger her pussy as she stood there naked, tied to the
car door.
“Yeah! Do it to me! I wish you could shove your whole hand in me, I
don’t care!”
I’d never seen Amanda like this, and, in addition to it being amusing,
it was also pretty exciting. She had never talked lewdly before, but in
this drunken/drugged state she was being especially nasty. She was saying
words I wasn’t sure she had even heard before. Soon, there was another
woman, older, playing with Amanda’s tits and kissing her deeply on the
mouth, temporarily shutting off the flow of dirty words that poured from
A couple of others were now kneeling in front of Amanda, looking to
see just how many fingers Denise was plunging into Amanda’s hole. They
encouraged Denise to keep adding fingers, and in between kisses from the
big breasted woman, who couldn’t seem to keep her tongue out of Amanda’s
mouth, Amanda encouraged her as well, daring her to fill her hole up with
more and more of her hand.
I couldn’t see well enough from my position on the bus seat to tell
how close Denise was to putting it all in, but when she did get her whole
hand in it was certainly not hard to tell.
“It’s in!” shouted one of the men. “She got the whole fuckin’ thing
in there! Look at her wrist sticking out of the slut’s cunt like a
stallion’s dick!”
Amanda was lost in drugged passion, hunching her hips downward as hard
as possible on the arm that was being shoved up into her body and moaning
hotly at the sensations in her cunt. The young girl continued to plunge
her fist in and out of Amanda’s dripping hole, twisting and turning her arm
from time to time as if testing to see just what she could do in Amanda’s
One of the men, kneeling in front, watching, took the girl’s arm in
his hand and began to help her fuck Amanda by pushing her arm upward and
pulling it back, just as if it were a big dildo he was using.
By now, there was quite a crowd, and several of the men were now
sitting around on the floor with their cocks out, stroking them as they
watched Amanda being fisted. They didn’t go un-noticed by the “new”
Amanda, and she blurted out her appreciation. “Look at all the cocks!” she
moaned, drunkenly. “Damn, I love a good hard cock!”
Bronk untied the ropes holding Amanda to the car door, and pushing
the other women away from the babbling Amanda, pushed her to her knees on
the floor. “You want some hard cock, little slut? Crawl over here and get
you some. The boy’s will be glad to feed you!”
The teenager who had been fisting Amanda was watching with passion
still in her eyes and began stripping off her clothes and pretty soon
Lizzie was helping her.
In the meantime, Amanda had begun to crawl across the rough and dirty
concrete floor toward the men who were now urging her on with taunting
“Come and get it slut!”
“Here little pussy…here little pussy.”
“Hurry up bitch, I need your fuckin mouth!”
In her drunken state, Amanda made her wobbly way across the floor, and
she was soon gobbling on one of the men’s big dicks as if she had been
starving for cum all day long. In almost no time, he was shooting his load
into her mouth and was pushing her head over to the man next to him, who
then shoved his meat into her mouth.
This continued until she finished sucking off the fourth man in their
little circle and then she passed out, falling onto her back on the floor.
There were still men who had not shot their cum into her mouth, however,
and they simply knelt over her still body and pushed their cocks into her
mouth until they had emptied their balls.
She was out for an hour or so, and while she was unconscious they
entertained themselves by pissing on her body, both the men and the women.
Several of the men stood over her at one time and poured their yellow
streams of piss all over her nakedness at once. The women squatted over
her one at a time and poured most of their waste onto her face and hair.
When they were done, Bronk handcuffed her left ankle to a nearby post
and left her there, lying in a pool of piss in the floor.
When she came to, Amanda tried her best to crawl out of the stench in
which she found herself, but was unable to drag her naked body more than a
few feet in any direction, because of the handcuff on her ankle. I felt
for her, and wanted more than anything in the world to be able leave and to
clean her up and get her off the cold floor, but there was nothing I could
do. Unable to leave the seat I was chained to, I was sitting in my own
Exhausted by the rough treatment, the drugs and the booze, Amanda soon
fell asleep there in the floor, and before long, I, too, found myself
drifting off. I awoke several times during the night to find a man or two
had returned to the garage to have another crack at Amanda, fucking her
mouth or ass or cunt, as my wife enthusiastically urged them on.
Some time close to dawn, I was aware of Lizzie bending over Amanda and
gently washing her body. At least one of them had some decency.

I know what I was hoping and praying would happen on Saturday, but I
was sadly disappointed. No one came in to release us and send us home. We
weren’t rescued. The nightmare continued. The bikers had a new “slut” to
use, now, and they had no intentions of letting her go before the weekend
was up. Besides, the whole scene was made even better by letting the
slut’s old man watch the whole thing.
When I awoke the next day, it was to the roar of motorcycle engines.
The sun was well up in the sky and the garage was already hot, filling my
nose with its pungent odors of oil, sweat, booze, urine and sex. Lizzie,
or someone, had covered Amanda with a blanket and I was relieved to see
that. I had slept fitfully, with all the comings and goings during the
night, in addition to the awkwardness of being chained in a sitting
position on the old bus seat.
Bronk was the first to enter the garage after I awakened. He was his
friendly, cheerful self.
“Well, you fuckin’ bastard, did you like the way we used your old
lady-whore last night? I hope so, you turdfaced shit, cause you ain’t seen
nothin’, yet. Oh, and by the way, the rest of the gang is here, today, and
we’re all set for a 3-day party! We’re gonna let you stay and watch, but
if my ole-lady gets involved, you keep your fuckin eyes off of her, you
understand?” He kicked my left leg with the toe of his boot as he asked
the question, causing me to grimace with the pain that ran through my body.
When he had finished greeting me, Bronk moved over to Amanda and woke
her by stripping the blanket from her and crawling between her legs and
fucking her.
When he finished, he unlocked her ankle from the post. He pulled her
up to a standing position and handed her a tiny, sequined G-string and a
pair of extremely high high-heels that also were covered with the shiny
dots, which he told her to put on. While she was putting on the shoes,
Lizzie walked in with a glass and a couple of pills, which she made Amanda
swallow. I had no idea what they were giving her, but I knew for sure I
wouldn’t want either of them giving me any of their pills.
Bronk opened a closet in the wall and began setting up a camcorder on
a tripod, and several bright lights, also on tripods.
When Amanda was clad in the skimpy outfit they had chosen for her they
pushed her to her knees in the middle of the floor. No sooner had she
knelt, than the others walked in, rubbing the sleep from their eyes. Now,
it looked like there were more than three dozen bikers. Most of them were
clad in the same biker clothes, but more than a few of the women were
wearing only panties, their naked breasts swaying as they walked down the
short flight of steps into the garage.
They sat on the floor around Amanda or pulled up milk crates, as if
they were ready for a show of some kind. Apparently, that was exactly what
they were there for, and exactly what Bronk had promised them.
He walked to the center of the room, and pulling Amanda’s head up by
her hair, spoke to the group. “Our little whore was a good fuck last
night, wasn’t she, gang?”
The group that had been here the day before cheered their pleasure
with Amanda’s performance of the previous evening.
“Today, we’re gonna make a movie, and the little whore’s gonna show us
how she can dance.” Looking down at Amanda, he spit out his instructions
to her. “You will dance for us, you little pile of shit, and you’ll dance
as dirty as the cheapest slut-dancer in the cheapest beer-bar…you
Amanda nodded.
“I want you to wiggle that sexy, little cock-loving ass of yours, and
show us every little part of your slut body. Crawl on the floor when you
dance, walk around and strut your naked whore body. Make cocks hard and
pussies wet. If you do, we’ll all fuck you. If you don’t, we’ll all fuck
you, too, but maybe not as nice. So, believe me, you want to dance just as
good as you possibly can. Take my word for it.”
Bronk moved over to the newest of the cars in the garage and turned on
the cassette player inside it, turning the volume up so that it could be
heard throughout the garage. Then he put his eye to the viewer of the
camcorder and yelled to Amanda, “Ok, bitch, do your thing!”
Amanda began to move her body to the beat. The pills they had given
her must have been taking effect, and she was feeling more in the mood for
showing off than she ever had in her life. She swayed sexily to the music,
her large, lovely breasts waving in front of the staring men and women as
she moved. She spread her legs open on the floor and bent backward,
hunching her hips up into the air, as if she were fucking a man’s dick.
The sequined G-string was pulled tight against her crotch, and as she
continued to dance her lips became more and more obvious through the shiny
fabric, as they swelled from her growing excitement.
I watched in amazement. My conservative, uptight wife was now dancing
as lewdly as imaginable for a motorcycle gang! Despite being bound and
hungry and scared, I felt my cock harden in my pants.
As her back bent further and further backward, Amanda began to move
her legs out from under her ass and, soon, she was swinging them up in the
air, splayed wide open, her cunt and ass covered only by the thin strips of
fabric between her legs. She reached forward with her right hand and
patted her cunt gently and lewdly, eliciting cries of pleasure from her
audience. Her legs bent further backward until her knees were nearly
beside her head, her ass sticking up lewdly into the air as if she were
inviting the men to stick their big dicks into her open and hungry slit.
Smoothly and gracefully, she rolled over onto one side and then onto
her belly, raising her ass in the air as she did so. Her legs opened wider
and her hips began to move in circles, the fabric of the tiny G-string
being pulled up into her cunt as she wiggled.
Cocks were now being pulled out into the air and covered either with
the hands or the mouths of the sluts sitting next to them.
I was surprised at the professionalism of Amanda’s dancing. I didn’t
know she could move as she was moving, but I loved watching her. I would
love to live to see her do that again, I hoped. She was a natural.
In the middle of her performance, Amanda suddenly stopped and stayed
in one position on the floor, her legs open wide and her ass sticking high
up into the air. Then, I saw her reaching back between her legs and
pulling the G-string to the side. With it out of the way, she began to
insert her own fingers into her cunt and began fingering herself to the
delight of those watching. The more she fingered, the more her hips bucked
up and down in that age-old fucking movement. And soon she was coming in
front of everyone, shamelessly fucking herself with her own fingers.
Lizzie walked up to her and handed her a dildo, which Amanda gladly
took and began working up into her wet fuckhole. She was either extremely
hot, or the pills that Lizzie had given her were really having some effect
on her. She fucked herself shamelessly with the long, thick fake cock,
seeming to love the attention and the dirty and nasty lewd comments that
filled the room.
One of the women who had come into the garage clad only in a small
pair of panties was sucking on a bottle of wine, and when she had emptied
it, she moved behind Amanda and pulled the dildo from her cunt. In its
place, she put the head of the wine bottle, working it into her cunt
slowly, inserting more of it as Amanda’s hips began to move, indicating her
acceptance and enjoyment of the bottle in her cunt. Pretty soon, Amanda
was really fucking it, in and out of her pretty, little slit with much
enthusiasm. The woman worked the wine bottle deeper and deeper into
Amanda, stretching her fuckhole wider and wider as she fed more and more of
the tapered neck into her.
She appeared to have at least half of the wine bottle inside her when,
suddenly, a strong orgasm overtook her and she reached back between her
beautiful legs and grabbed the wine bottle herself, humping it wildly and
pumping it into herself amid loud moans and gasps of pleasure.
When her orgasm was over, Amanda fell to the floor on her belly, and
Lizzie moved to her side and helped her to a sitting position. She had
another glass of wine and more pills, and Amanda took them submissively.
Encouraged by Bronk to continue dancing, “or else,” Amanda resumed her
dance, standing and moving around the circle of people, wiggling her ass
and cunt and tits in the faces of those who admired her so openly.
Occasionally, someone would reach out and caress her body, and Amanda would
always stop in front of them when they did, throwing her head back and
loving the feeling of their hands or teeth or tongues on her body.
Suddenly, the music stopped, and Bronk announced, “Fun time for the
little slut!”
Bronk stripped the soaking wet G-string from her trembling bottom and
tied Amanda to an old car seat that he had pulled over from one side of the
garage. Her arms were tied tightly to the springs on the sides and her
legs were tied open to allow anyone easy access to her holes.
I felt sure that I was going to witness another gang bang, only,
today, with three times as many men present. I was truly worried about
Amanda’s survival, but was helpless to do anything but watch. Knowing that
the men had found her dance exciting and would be eager to pound their meat
into her cunt, Bronk had re-arranged the lights and camera.
Amanda began to moan softly. Lizzie walked up to Amanda, just as
Bronk had completed his task of tying her securely, and gave Amanda a shot
from a hypodermic needle. Amanda was already so hot she couldn’t think
straight, but somehow they weren’t satisfied with her current level of
sluttishness, and obviously expected this new shot to make her even more
insatiable. I didn’t even know such drugs existed, but I was watching
their result. I don’t know what was in the shots that they gave Amanda,
but whatever it was made her a constantly hungry slut.
Only moments after they had administered the shot, she began to beg
for something to fill her, and the men began to lay on her and pump their
dicks into her pussy, spilling their hot white cum into her hole, again.
Today, rather than simply taking turns, the men shared her trembling body,
some of them sitting on her face and ordering her stick to her tongue deep
into their assholes or some of them filling her mouth with thick hard
cocks, while others plowed into her cunt.
Amanda was never a passive participant. Whenever one of the men would
withdraw his spent cock from her mouth, the begging would begin all over
again until another dick had replaced it. She began begging to be untied
so that she could use her hands to please her lovers as well, and smiling
at her hot words and desire to please, Bronk untied her hands and allowed
her her wish.
As soon as her hands were free, my cum-filled wife began to use them
to caress the men who roughly plunged their dicks in and out of her body.
She caressed their balls, played with their asses, and for a long period of
time had a cock in each hand, jerking them while she was taking the dicks
from other men in her holes.
Eventually, Bronk decided her legs didn’t need to be tied either, and
freed them from their bonds. Once they were free, the men began to hold
her ankles up in the air, spreading her legs open widely as they fucked
her. They bent them back toward her head, exposing her asshole and began
filling it as well as her cunt as they continued to fuck her over and over
“Yes, my ASS!” Amanda cried out. “Fuck me in my ASS! Oh, fuck me!
Fuck my whole body! More, more, more!” she yelled.
Using her mouth and hands as regenerating tools, the horny men
continued to fuck Amanda until they had worn themselves completely out.
They had not even come close to wearing Amanda out, and when they had tired
of their new plaything, she was still lying there on the old car seat
rubbing her clit and moaning and begging for more cock in her holes. As I
looked at her lying there, I could see cum still streaming from her ass and
cunt and puddling on the seat until it ran down the sides and began to
puddle on the dirty concrete garage floor.
Lizzie then appeared and gave Amanda yet another shot. This time it
was evidently one to calm her down, because moments after the shot had been
administered, Amanda grew quiet and was soon sleeping, still lying
spreadeagled on the old car seat, completely naked, the cum still leaking
from her holes.
Soon, the room was empty once again, except for Amanda and me. I
wondered just how long they would continue to use Amanda and what would
happen when they finally tired of us. I was sore from being tied in the
same position for so long and needed desperately to be freed from my bonds.
I was hungry and dehydrated. The constant exposure to Amanda’s extreme
treatment had been extremely painful for me. Yet, on several occasions, I
had ejaculated with no physical stimulation at all and my pants were soaked
from my own cum, as well as piss. Exhausted, I still couldn’t sleep.

Amanda awoke sooner than they expected her to, because we were still
alone. When she opened her eyes and stared at me, I realized that she
could now untie me and we had a chance to escape. Unfortunately, the drugs
they had given her had not worn off yet, and she was still unable to think
about anything except cocks and cunts.
Also, my mouth was still taped and Amanda looked like she needed more
help than I could give her to rejoin the land of the living.
Amanda looked at me through glazed eyes as she sat up and spread her
legs open in front of me began to rub her clit once again. “I need a cock,
Michael! God, I need a cock so bad!”
When she began crawling to me, I thought perhaps our plight had
finally gotten through to her; but, instead of unlocking me, she began
unzipping my pants and taking my cock from them. Her mouth immediately
covered my dick and she began sucking on me earnestly, completely oblivious
to anything else. She craved it more than any addict craves his fix and
there was nothing I could do to make her stop and get me free.
The feel of her velvet mouth on my organ was making me forget our
opportunity to escape, too, and I resigned myself to the fact of her drug
induced hunger and simply let my body take over. Amanda’s right hand was
between her legs, rubbing her stiffening clit as her head bobbed up and
down in my lap. She ate my dick as if she were starving for it, and it was
a marvelous feeling. I grew hard quickly and felt that I might spill my
cum into her at any moment as her mouth continued to work up and down my
Amanda’s obviously hungry pussy was not to be denied, however, and she
stopped sucking on my cock, stood up and, turning around, lowered her hot
ass down into my lap, impaling herself on my rigid member. She began to
grind her hips hotly against me, taking every inch of my throbbing cock
deep in her cunt. I could feel the walls of her cunt squeezing my dick,
milking it, pulling it, making it feel everything it was capable of
feeling. She was quite a fuck – probably the best fuck I had ever had.
Some of it was due to my inability to move, I’m sure. And some of it was
due to the constant performance over the last 30-some hours. But, above
all, my wife was also fucking me as she had never fucked me before, and
there was a hunger and desperation to her pumping and grinding hips that I
had never experienced before.
I came violently inside her. She seemed completely unaware that I was
cumming and continued working her ass as if she might go on this way
forever. My hips strained upward against the chain that held me down as
the hot cum poured from my balls and out the end of my shaft. When I
finally began to come down from my orgasm and felt my cock begin to soften
somewhat, I expected her to stop, but she continued fucking me, as if she
would not allow my member to wither and die within her.
Amazingly, she was successful. Before I could soften so much that she
could no longer fuck me, her massaging cunt walls had milked me back to
hardness again and I felt myself growing rigid inside her once more. She
was swinging her head back and forth now, her hands on her knees, writhing
in passion as she ground her cunt up and down on my cock. Her grunts and
moans were those of a woman lost in an orgasm, and I wondered if she were
climaxing continuously in her drug induced state. I also wondered if she
had any idea who she was fucking, or if she even remotely cared. I didn’t
think so.
The door opened to the garage and Lizzie walked in, clad only in a
pair of tiny black bikini panties. She seemed surprised to see Amanda free
of her bonds and a bit amused to see her fucking away at me.
“How sweet. Mister and Missus Teacher, fooling around a little. How
do you like what our special little brew of `Ecstasy’ does for your wife?
When I was 14 and joined the club, they pumped that stuff into me for days
and I think I fucked every biker in the state! And, it still wasn’t
When she walked close enough to Amanda, Amanda reached out for her
body and pulled it to her as she continued grinding her hips into my lap.
Her mouth covered Lizzie’s left tit as she sucked the pretty young girl’s
nipple into her mouth and played with it with her tongue. Her right hand
flew to her crotch and shoved her panties up inside, roughly, as she
quickly inserted two fingers into her hole.
Lizzie giggled, but quickly responded to Amanda’s attentions and held
my wife’s head in her hands, pulling her mouth tighter to her chest as she
let her hips move in circles in response to Amanda’s fingers which were
stretching and twisting inside her fuckhole. Occasionally, Amanda would
remove her mouth from Lizzie’s breast and slide her wet fingers from her
hole and place them in her mouth, hungrily sucking on the juice that
covered them, then she would plunge them back into Lizzie’s cunt and begin
sucking on the other breast.
“You’ve had enough of that cock, you dirty old whore you!” yelled
Lizzie, and she pulled Amanda off of me roughly and pushed her to the floor
in front of me.
Taking an oil filler spout from the workbench behind me, Lizzie tossed
it to Amanda. “Go fuck yourself with that, you crazy bitch, if you still
need fucking. I want some cock for myself!”
She stripped the tiny panties from her bottom and sat in my lap,
working my cock up into herself as she lowered her body onto mine. I
almost collapsed in terror at the thought of Bronk walking back in and
seeing us like this!
Off in her own world, Amanda still needed fucking, and she took the
oil filler spout and began inserting it into her cunt, lying in front of
Lizzie with her legs open wide. She now enjoyed masturbating while others
watched, and she was still so hot that she would fuck anything or anyone,
especially as long as Lizzie was staring at her so lewdly.
It made Lizzie especially hot to watch my pretty wife fucking herself
in front of her, and she fucked herself wildly on my dick as she watched
her. Her hands were at her breasts playing and pulling at her nipples as
her cunt grew wetter and wetter and fuller and fuller of dick.
Some of the others came wandering in as Lizzie continued to fuck me,
and began to stand around Amanda, laughing and cheering her on as she
worked the metal oil spout in and out of her cunt, her eyes glued on the
now trembling girl who fucked up and down in my lap. The oil spout grew
thicker and wider as you looked at it from the end, and Amanda now had the
total length of the spout inserted in her hole and was lewdly grinding her
hips up against it as she held it tightly in both hands.
“She’s fucking a goddamn oil spout!” one of the women laughed.
“Look at the hot little slut go!” another yelled.
They were beginning to rub their own pussies and the men were
beginning to take their cocks out of their pants as they watched the pretty
brunette working on her cunt with the fake cock.
“Hell, she’ll fuck anything! Give her a hammer!” yelled out one of
the men.
Another man took a hammer from the workbench behind him and tearing
the oil spout from Amanda’s tight grip, replaced it with the big hammer.
She quickly shoved the handle of the big ball peen hammer up into her cunt
and continued fucking herself wildly in front of the cheering crowd.
Before long, she had most of the hammer handle inserted in her hole and was
grinding her hips crazily as she performed for her audience.
One of the men knelt by Amanda’s head and began jerking off, his cock
just inches from her mouth. Amanda tried valiantly to raise her head and
take the head of his member into her mouth, but he teased her, pulling it
away as his hand continued stroking it wildly. Suddenly he tensed and
began shooting huge white gobs of cum into her face and hair.
Another man knelt on the other side of her and began imitating the
first, pumping away at his cock and soon spraying her face with his own
load of hot white cum.
When they were done, every man in the room had shot a load of hot fuck
juice into Amanda’s face and they had replaced the hammer in her cunt with
practically every tool in the garage as they watched her plunge them all
hotly into her holes, fucking herself with anything they would allow her to
When Amanda finally grew too weak to continue fucking herself, she
passed out and yet they continued plunging things into her cunt and rubbed
their wet pussies onto her face, masturbating against it until they had cum
and then making room for the next.
When I shot my second load of cum, this time into Lizzie’s cunt, I
fell back weakly against the old bus seat. Lizzie was still hot and took
the men who had shot their cum into Amanda’s face to the center of the big
room and let them all fuck her in the ass and cunt and mouth. Soon, the
garage was filled with people drinking and smoking and fucking and sucking.
As I watched, Lizzie must have been gang-banged by no less than 20 men, and
was still going strong before I grew too tired to watch.
Finally, we were left alone once more as the group tired and the party
wound down, around dawn and they wandered off to who knew where. Before
she left, Lizzie gave Amanda yet another shot and gave me one as well. The
shot left me nearly senseless and the only thing I remember happening prior
to my passing out was watching an extremely large black man with an equally
large cock screw a very willing Amanda in all her holes before pissing on
her face and leaving her lying in the concrete floor. Bronk was filming it
I lost all sense of time as I drifted in and out of consciousness. I
did know that Amanda was no longer in the garage with me, and I think I
spent the rest of the time alone. I don’t remember if I was fed or given
anything to drink, or even if I was doped up again.

The next time I awoke, I found myself in the front seat of our car
with Amanda beside me. The car clock said it was just after 3a.m., but I
had no idea what day.
We were both naked and the car was parked on a dirt road. Amanda was
still unconscious, but I saw that there was something on her left breast.
When I focused and looked, I saw that it was a new and very sore looking
tatoo. Beautifully scripted in red and blue and yellow were the words
“Prime Slut.”
As I dressed Amanda in the filthy rags and denim jacket they had left
in the car, I saw the second tatoo. It was on the left cheek of my wife’s
ass and in block letters said “this ass well fucked by the RAMROD M.C.”
I looked around quickly to see if we were alone and when I realized we were
now free I started the car and drove us home, quickly.
At home, I managed to help Amanda into the bedroom, and I collapsed
beside her on the bed. Thirst and hunger awakened me, but Amanda slept on.
When she finally did awaken, she cried for hours. She remembered a lot,
and I filled in what I could. She said that after I was drugged, they
reduced her dose and she remembered becoming the “property” of the club
president for the rest of the time. They had held us captive from Friday
afternoon until Thursday morning.
Amanda was sore all over, but healed quickly. We talked about it and
about trying to forget about it, but I knew I could never forget. We knew
where the garage was, but agreed that we couldn’t go to the police because
of the video Bronk shot of Amanda. It would ruin our careers at the
school, where guilt or innocence wasn’t the issue, but the image of
propriety was.
We had great difficulty talking, when we were together. Vacation was
tense and we didn’t enjoy it at all. We tried to resume our daily
routines, but Amanda was tense and restless and irritable. Maybe I was,
too. I found that Bourbon relaxed me.
Finally, in the Fall, Amanda stayed home from school one day and she
was gone when I got home. The following weekend, she showed up sitting
behind Otto, on the back of a Harley, dressed like a real biker slut. She
quickly packed a small bag, got back on the bike, wrapped her arms around
the huge, filthy biker and that was the last I ever saw or heard of her.

And, what of Lizzie? Well, soon after the weekend they kidnapped us,
she moved back with her Mommy and Daddy, cleaned herself up, became
`Elizabeth,’ again, went to an Ivy league college and married a Med
student. She wore white at a big church wedding last Saturday. I was
invited and went to the church, just to see it with my own two eyes. She
was beautiful and looked like she had never had a sexy thought in her life.

Cyber Meeting

Cyber Meeting
By: abhishek singh
Hello all ISS readers! I am back again with a hot sizzling story. As you knows me IТm Abhishek Singh 18 male living in Delhi near mother dairy of Pandav Nagar. I will hope that u will enjoy the story. Mail me any comments, queries or anything on or
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Julia and Rose were two college roommates, both girls came from big cities on opposite ends of the country. Their first day of college when they met in their dorm room for the first time they felt they hit it off well and would become good friends. Both girls were highly into computers, both of them brought a technical arsenal matching that of a NASA super computer. Their toys ranged from camera’s to joysticks to hot new graphics programs and high speed machines. It was most obvious these girls weren’t joking around when it came to their hobbies of web surfing. They both decided for the better of their relationship, so as not to have to fight over phone or computer usage, to keep both computers and get separate high speed Internet connections for each. They spent many a nights that year surfing the net giggling over Internet porn they’d happen upon and meeting people in chat rooms on the Internet.
One night both girls sat quietly at their desks the occasional giggle coming from them as they typed away clicking madly. Each girl had decided to experiment and enter a chat for Lesbians and Bisexual women. Each girl had met someone they found to be very interesting. Night after night they met up with their “cyberdates” and chatted for hours into the night. The next each kept the topic of their chat to themselves in fear of revealing to their roommate the interest they had in the same sex.
Rose would casually pass on little clues to Julia about who she was talking to so much on her computer, and Julia would do the same keeping the information they shared limited to general things. Then one day Julia let it slip she had been talking to another woman by saying “her” in one of her sentences when talking about her friend. Rose surprised but happy that she was talking to a woman also let out how she had been talking to a woman too. The two giggled and went on saying little things about their cyberdates each one happy for the other.
Months went by and so did the nightly meetings, nothing personal had yet been passed between the girls and their cyberfriends except age, sex, and the common knowledge of their interest in women. So they decided to get a little more personal each girl told their cyberfriend how they would like to meet. The news that their cyberfriends lived in the same town came as a great and most welcome surprise to them. So they decided to meet at a local night club and see if they could recognize each other without the help of knowing before hand what the other looked like. So each girl dressed up in their sexiest night clubbing dresses a little stunned that they had both made plans on the same night but letting it go as a coincidence since it was a Friday night. They each made their way to their destinations in their cars.
Julia reached her meeting spot first and entered the club crossing the crowded dance floor to head for the bar. Soon after Rose reached her destination and went in deciding to stay close by the door in a booth so as to see all the people who came in and try to spot her date. As the night went on and minutes turned to hours they became a little uncertain about meeting the person they came to meet. Julia deciding to take a break and head for the bathroom to freshen up when in midstream she bumped into Rose of all people who was on her way back to her booth from the bathroom. Surprise turned to glee in both of them seeing how they had met someone that night they knew and felt comfortable with. Not much was said as to why they were both there but they decided to sit together and talk while they waited since the night was still young.
Hours passed by and their dates where nowhere to be seen, suddenly Rose turned to Julia and asked what brought her to this club on this particular night. Julia’s confession that she had come to meet her cyberfriend her came as a stunning surprise to Rose as she burst out, “Me too!” It didn’t take long for them to put two and two together and realize that the people they had met in the chat room was actually each other. Laughter burst from both of them in embarrassment as they went on confirming their sudden realization with details of their conversations.
A bit of shyness and embarrassment also took hold as they recalled some of the hotter topics of their conversations. The two decided to make the best of the night and hang out at the club together having drinks and dancing the night away. Later on they each drove their cars back to the dorm arriving at the same time and walking up to the room together. After the long night of dancing they felt a dip in the hot tub would be a great way to relax and loosen up before bed. They both changed into their bikini’s and took their towels and head down to the hot tub. To their luck no one else was around and they had the place to themselves. After setting the tub’s temperature they both slipped in and sighed in unison as they relaxed in the hot water and let the jets work over their tired muscles. Rose turned to Julia and brought up how funny it was that of all the people on the Internet they managed to find each other. Julia agreed and they both laughed about it for while commenting about the oddity of it all and how slim the chances were.
Then Rose mentioned the conversations they had, in particular the sexier ones about what they would do to each other. Rose then asked Julia if she felt the same way now that they knew who they were talking to. Julia a bit buzzed from the alcohol simply answered by reaching over and pulling Rose to her kissing her deeply.
Rose’s eyes went wide as she got pulled into the deep kiss, the surprise let way to pleasure as the answer she got was the answer she was looking forward to even if it was a bit more forward than she expected. Rose then leaned over and began to kiss Julia softly on the neck and along her face then on her lips for a long deep passionate kiss. Her hands roamed all over Julia as they kissed and she pulled down Julia’s bathing suit top and massaged her breasts pinching and pulling her nipples while still kissing her.
As they kissed Rose sucked Julia’s bottom lip a little, then as she broke off the kiss she moved down and lifted Julia’s breasts to her mouth kissing them. Then taking one of her nipples into her mouth Rose began to suckle it hard and passionately. Soft moans vibrated against the areola of Julia’s nipple as Rose suckled on it her hands pulled off Julia’s top completely and then moved down her body to pull her bikini bottoms aside and gently begin to rub Julia’s pussylips while still suckling on her nipple. She then switched to her other nipple and suckled on it equally as intense for a while. Rose’s fingers dipping into Julia’s pussy rubbing around inside hooking them so she could rub Julia’s g-spot and try to make her cum right on Rose’s hand. Then Rose stopped and pulled off her top to rub her breasts all over Julia’s as she took her into her arms and grabbed her ass massaging it while kissing and suckling her neck. Then Rose pulled off Julia’s bikini bottoms and lifted her up to sit her on the edge of the tub, meanwhile Rose slid off her bottoms so they were both naked.
Then Rose kneeled between Julia’s legs and proceeded to eat her pussy like nothing Julia had ever experienced before. Suckling, licking, nibbling all over Julia’s labia and clit Rose’s tongue flickered over her sensitive clit while her fingers held Julia’s pussylips wide open. Rose’s fingers traced up and down her labia while she suckled on Julia’s swollen red clit. Then lightly Rose teased Julia’s asshole with her finger, rubbing the tight little rim in circles and dipping the tip of her finger in. Rose then moved her tongue down and licked Julia’s pussyhole dipping her tongue inside and licking around, then to try and drive her crazy Rose used the very tip of her tongue to flick against the tiny sensitive slit of Julia’s peehole.
She continued this as Julia screamed in pleasure and ran her hands through Rose’s short thick black hair. Rose then run her nails along Julia’s inner thighs still eating her pussy and tongue fucking her till she couldn’t take anymore and began to scream loudly convulsing with multiple orgasms. So then Rose began to finger fuck Julia with two digits, her middle and fore finger, again and again deep and hard while Julia was cumming. Rose licked around her fingers against Julia’s labia and clit tasting her sweet cum as it ran in streams down the sides of her pussy coating Rose’s hand and mouth.
After letting Julia settle down from cumming Rose pulled her down into her arms and held Julia close between her legs in the water kissing her softly as she panted and caught her breath. Soon after the two gathered their clothes and dried off to head back to their room. They decided to push the beds together in their dorm room and sleep with each other for the rest of the year making Rose and Julia’s freshmen year of college one to remember always.

Home Run

Archive-name: First/homerun.txt


Archive-title: Home Run

I always wondered what it was that was barring me from the world of sex.

It couldn’t be my age; everyone I knew had already had sex by the age of

21. It wasn’t my name; a lot of people named Peter, were already married.

It wasn’t my lifestyle; I knew others like me who were involved in serious

and sexual relationships.

The idea that I’d passed my 21st birthday with no sexual experience

whatsoever to speak of, was depressing. And those who said that sex did not

necessarily mean manhood, particularly those who said that to me at *this*

time in my life, I ate for lunch. The fact was, sex alone did not make a

man, but as they couldn’t help but admit, they wouldn’t dare try to

voluntarily live without it..

So I turned my attention away from it as much as I could. I got interested

in going to baseball games. One game in the Bay Area, meant a train ride

via Amtrak. So, during summer vacation, I packed up for a 2 day trip, and

caught the morning train. But strangely enough, I had an incredible dream

about sex the night before, and it was so vivid and seemingly real, that it

deprived me of sleep. I’d dealt with this before, and laughed it off, but

this dream was too wierdly powerful.

When I caught the train, I was sleepy.

I got my seat, which seemed to have another, unoccupied seat, next to it.

But that seat did smell of sweet perfume.

I settled in and, as the train moved slowly, I curled up and tried to rest.

Then, someone sat down in the adjacent seat, which my back was then

facing. “Oh,” a female voice cried out, as if just noticing a new person

sitting next to her.

I looked behind me. The voice was smooth and seemingly older.

A raven-haired woman, possibly 25 years old, regarded me, and went to

reading her book. She was well-endowed, from her breasts, which strained

through her shirt, to her thick, skirt-clad, tan legs. She was just plain


“Oh, hi.” I replied. “Don’t worry about me; I’m too sleepy to move my jaws

to bite.”

“Where are you headed?” she inquired, putting down the book.

I was just turning around when she asked me that. I then whirled about.

She actually wanted to converse? Naw..

“Oakland A’s game.” I replied.

“Me, too!” she said. “What a coincidence..”

“Wow.” I said. “That is a coincidence. Well, I’m really tired and I need

to sleep before the game, lest I sleep during it..”

“Have a good one.” she said. “I’ll wake you up when we arrive.”

“Thanks. Oh, and my name is Pete. What’s yours?”

“Kami.” she replied.

She didn’t look like the woman in my dreams. Definitely, though, she did

not look inferior. Just unlike my dream lover. *No one home in the hormone


I sort of tossed and turned in my seat, which eventually got her attention.

“You know,” she said, startling me, “you look tense. There’s no way you

can sleep if you’re tense. I know a way to help you relax and get a good

morning sleep before tonight’s game.”

“How’s that?” I inquired.

“How about a massage?” she replied. “I know how to give one.”

The lights turned on in my hormones department. But still, no extra blood

went rushing down to my genitals.

“Sure,” I replied.
Continue reading “Home Run”

3way 3 some

I just recently moved to a new city, started a new job, and met so
many new people that I felt very insecure and lonely. About a two months ago
I met John and Debbie through a mutual friend. John is very nice looking, at
about six foot two inches with blue eyes and dark brown hair. I was attracted
to him right away, but his wife Debbie sort of intimidated me. Debbie is a
goregous blonde, the type that guys pant and drool over. She’s really tall,
about five foot ten, with long blonde hair that reaches her waist. She has
a beautiful figure (36-24-35) and is in really good shape. And she has a nice
tan that makes her green eyes stand out. We went to dinner, our mutual friend
that I was seeing was a nice guy, but we weren’t anything more than friends.
We talked about moving into the area, and how hard is was to find new friends
and make new contacts. Just after we were seated for dinner, Debbie and I
excused ourselves and went to the “powder room”, the wine we’d been drinking
in the lounge had run its course and we wanted to get rid of it. When I came
out of the stall, Debbie was combing her hair in front of the mirror and I
checked my make-up. I saw her eyeing me in the mirror, giving me an up and
down look, and felt pretty good that she thought I was a potential rival (not
that I’d try to take a married guy from his wife). I’m not bad looking. I’m
five foot four with light brown hair, brown eyes (that guys say are very sexy
“bedroom” eyes), and I’m proud of my figure (34c-22-34), although sometimes
I wish my breasts were larger. The dress I was wearing was a light slinky
affair that showed off my figure and was green and black (my favorite colors)
and it came down to just above my knees. Debbie wore a pure black dress that
accented her cleavage and her hips, and her long legs with a slit on one side
that stopped almost indecently high on her thigh. Debbie said “I’m jealous.
John keeps looking at you and undressing you with his eyes.” I looked at her,
not sure what to say, but I did giggle a bit. I’d noticed John eyeing me a
lot, but I figured that he was just enjoying my legs. I told her that John
was probably just fantasizing about having us both (most men seem to have a
fantasy about two women). Debbie stopped combing her hair and looked at me
with an impish look in her eye. “Have you ever done that?” she asked. I
blushed, thinking of one time I had, and told her yes. It was several years
ago with my boyfriend and my best girlfriend. Debbie wanted the details, but
I sort of stammered, saying that it was a long story. She said I’d have to
tell her about it some other time, but she’d also had that fantasy, and wanted
to know how it felt. When she said that I could feel myself start to get wet
thinking about her and John in bed and her fantasizing about another woman
with them. Debbie started to adjust her clothes a bit, and then asked me to
check her bra strap, that she thought it was coming loose. I stood behind
her and unzipped the back of her dress. My hands shook slightly, as I reached
to re-hook one of the three hooks that had come loose. I felt her stiffen as
my fingers touched her bare skin, and felt little electric shocks race through
me, making my pussy feel even wetter. I hooked her bra, and Debbie suddenly
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