Surprising Susie

It was a summer warm day as i met Susi at a bus stop. I was chatting her up. We talked about the area and some nice places to hang and go out. I wanted to see her again as i was attracted to her right away. I asked her if i would see her again. Her answer shocked me and aroused me at the same time. She replied "Only if you coming naked to my house". Wow, did she really say that? I was excited and shocked at the same time while i also thought quickly about how i could pull that off! To get to her house NAKED without being seen or getting into any trouble. After she told me where she lived, i said "Well, we will see". She smiled, but in a very sexy and friendly way. It seemed she did mean it seriously. To avoid any silent awkwardness i decided to walk back to my hotel. Because i was just thinking about it now. And didn´t know of what to say anymore. The rest of the day i just thought about it and been excited. Should i go or not? Will she be home alone? Did she mean it for real? Did she saw the outlines of my chest and got curious or why did she say that to me "only if you coming naked"?? I started to google her address to find out if there would be a location to dress of and get unattended to her house. At around 9 i called a cab. Now, i just switched from being excited to scared. The cab arrived, i told the driver the address, but made him stop around the corner. I saw a few spots where i could dress off and could walk to her house. But now i got scared!! Maybe her parents are home, Susi looked young as she would not live on her own. Sadly i had no phone no. to check if she´s home alone. Maybe she didn´t mean it seriously. But i do not wanted to pussy out. It got me aroused thinking of standing naked at her door, while she answered the door or peaked out to see me being naked. OK, i have to think about a good line to say, when she is opening the door. After a felt 30min. I started to dress of in a corner behind a quite thick hedge. Immediately i got hard and horny. I had to wait till my dick got soft again. I still needed a time to relaxed and i peak a lot to see if anyone was walking down the very same street. I breathed in and out! And started to walk to her house! My heart was beating hard!!! I thought if my heart stops now, how would they explain my f****y how they found me?!? Which made me grin... I got closer and closer... Now I stood in front of her house. I looked around if anyone would see me. I hesitated for a second and rang the bell. It felt like ages till she answered the door. Meanwhile i got a semi erected as i tried not to get a full boner, when she opens the door. The door opens, there Susi stood! With her sexy beautiful smile! "Hi, OHhh... i did not mean you should come BARE naked" she said with a cute smile... but not sneering! A sexy sweet smile, which also says -Yes i wanted you naked, but i do not want to admit it straight away- . ` Oh man, whats now `, I thought and replied "I hope you don´t mind". Susi smiled again and waved to me politely to come in. In side lights been dimmed. It looked like a warm household. She walked up to the kitchen without a word and i followed her quietly. She offered me a seat and asked if i want to drink anything. I saw that she looked at my lap from time to time without being to obtrusive. That made me even harder, seeing her glancing at my dick. As she turned around to get me a drink from the fridge, i stroke a few times quietly to make it hard. Of course i did not need many strokes till i got rock hard! I pulled back my foreskin and waited. She turned around and saw my rock hard cock head and smiled so sweet and sexy again. I felt a strong tingle trough my whole body. We both still didn´t talk to each other. She puts the glass next to me on the table and walked back to the fridge and lean at it. "Looks like you enjoying it" she said. Oh god, she is smiling so sexy again... "Yes, how can i not with such a sweet company" i replied with a grinning. I wanted to add "I hope you don´t mind my hard one" as Susi told me to stroke it a little. I straight away stroke my cock and went along my shaft. She seemed to enjoy watching me. "Wow, he is so big" she whispered. "Do it a little harder" she then added with a teasing voice. Which i did. "Lets go somewhere else" I suggested. "About where" Susi replied. "Do you have a bed or couch" i asked. A bed i thought that is quite obvious what i like to do now?!?! Susi told me to follow her and we went to the couch in the lounge. "Wait a second " Susi said to me as i sat down. And she disappeared upstairs. I quickly checked if someone could see me through the windows and curtains. All good, perfect. Wow, whats gonna be next? I was soft again, so i had to get it at leased semi again... Then she came down again and asked me to follow her upstairs, to her room. I trotted behind her to her room. Her room looked like a normal girlie room. Laundry spread through the whole room, some plush toys, make up bag and some posters. The lights been off and the room was only lighted by the corridor lights. "Lay down on my bed" she said with a demanding voice now and walked to a side board in front of her bed. I leaned back with one arm and stroked with the other. She switched from looking into my eyes to starring at my cock. As i wanked away, i asked her what she likes to see to make it a little more exciting as she just watched and i could say if she still liked it. Susi starred at my hard cock and said "I love it if they are really hard and i can see the precum". Amazing! Did she say something about precum? And there it was my precum arrived and my cock started to make some smacking sound. Susi got her hand now between her legs, unfortunately not her panties of! I wanted to fuck her so bad now. As she had a girlish room i asked her how old she is. And she replied 19. YES!!! Perfect, that is the perfect age, not too young to get into trouble, not too old to be too educated ;-))) "Please come a little closer" i begged. And Susi came to the bed, set next to me and started to give me hand job. Wow her hands been so soft, warm and gentle! It felt like a dream. I leaned back, stretched myself towards her and try to get my hand up to her panties. She then climbed over me and lay down next to me still stroking me. As i wanted to turn myself to her, Susi pushed me by the hips back on my back. So that i still laying straight on my back and my dick facing hard straight upwards. (I later found out why she did that) Now i had one hand between her legs. It was not the est position to seduce her, but at that moment i thought she liked the view or didn´t wanted me to enter her. She was wet now. I´d love to lick her dry and taste her pussy juice, but obviously she didn´t want me to go down or change my position. Also i was afraid if i lick it of my hand she will be upset. Susi then told me "Mark, you have to come for me now, i wanna see you come. Are you ready to come". Fuck yes i was ready, i would have preferred to come inside her, but no problem cutie! I came so hard with her soft warm hand on my dick. It flew everywhere a little on her, over her hand, on the bed and a lot on myself. Susi lifted her hand to her face and looked at my sperm ( i thought she is going to try it). "Well done, that was hot" she said to me. I heard myself saying "Do you want to taste it"? She looked at me with a curios look on her face and meant "Hmmm... would you try it"? Oh god, that girl is so naughty!! Before i could think about to do it or not, she said "if you try it i´ll do it as well"! I took her hand and licked it of her fingers. As i saw her being turned on by it, i got hard again. She then got some sperm sperm from my stomach and asked "Should i give it a try? What do you think, Amber"? Amber? What?! Who is Amber?! And out of the closet came an other sexy babe. -> more next post

First BBC Pt. 2

So, the last time I wrote I was telling you about a run in I had with a super sexy black guy named Tyrell. We hooked up in the bathroom stall of a club here in town, and I ended up sucking his gorgeous black cock. I'll be honest...I was on the prowl that night. I had been wanting to try a BBC for a long time, and I had determined that I would get one that night. It was even better than I imagined, and the fact that we were doing it in public was an even bigger turn on. We exchanged information that night, and talked about getting together for a lot more than just a blow job. This is the story of what happened next. We talked for a month after the incident at the club, trying to coordinate our next rendezvous. Sadly, our work schedules made it a little more difficult. He's a construction worker. I can just imagine him on a jobsite, with the sweat dripping down his gorgeous ebony body...but I digress. I work for a popular, high-end department store. Because of my job, I often have time off on odd days. Tyrell usually has the weekends off, which just happens to usually be my busiest time at work. It made a follow-up date a little tough. In the meantime, we tided each other over with a little phone sex, and "sexting" pictures back and forth. Finally, I was able to get a Saturday off. Tyrell made reservations at a hotel for that Friday night, and we made plans to meet. After getting off of work that evening, I ran back home to shower and change. I slipped into a slinky little black dress that hugged my curves, and a pair of black "Fuck Me" boots.. Our plans were to have dinner before heading to the hotel, so I drove to the restaurant we had picked. We met in the parking lot, and walked in together. It had been way to long since I had seen him. He looked great. His muscles struggled against the fabric of his dark blue dress shirt. As soon as I saw him, I could imagine him holding me in his strong arms, and his hands exploring my body. Dinner was rushed, because we couldn't wait to get to "dessert." We spent most of the time flirting. I whispered in his ear, telling him that I couldn't wait to feel his big cock inside of me. He whispered back that he wanted to hear me moaning for him as I squirted all over his cock. We played footsie under the table, and were making each other hotter by the minute. We finished dinner, and got in our cars to make our way to the hotel. I could already feel myself getting nice and wet. I'll confess...I rubbed my pussy a little during the drive. It makes me wonder if anyone noticed me doing it. Tyrell checked us in, and we headed for the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, I was on my tip toes, kissing him. Our tongues explored each others' mouths as his hands explored my curves. He slid his hands under my short little dress, and was squeezing my ass. "God, I want you, baby," I panted as we broke off our kiss. Then the doors opened, and we practically ran to our room. We got inside, and closed the door. Tyrell backed me up against the wall, and kissed me hard on the lips. I pulled the front of his shirt out of his pants and slide my hands underneath it and over his sexy abs. His hard body made me so hot. Meanwhile, he had slid the straps of my dress off of my shoulders, and had pulled my tits out. He squeezed them as he slid his warm wet tongue up and down over my cleavage. Then he was sucking my nipples into his mouth. Nibbling on them a little as he sucked. I undid his belt, and unzipped his pants. My hand slid down into his boxers, zeroing in on his big dick. My fingers only had time to lightly brush against his shaft, because he grabbed my wrist and pinned it against the wall. He did the same thing with the other one. Without a word, he kissed me on the lips again. Then he grabbed me and practically threw me facedown on the bed. He slid his hands up under my dress, and tore off the little red g-string I was wearing. I was breathing hard now. Panting like a dog in heat as I waited for Tyrell's next move. My pussy was so wet. It ached for his big, stiff member. "You're a nasty little slut, ain't you, girl?" he asked. "Mmmm, yes, daddy," I moaned. I just wanted him inside of me. "You want this black dick, don't you, you little white slut?" "Yes! Yes! God, fuck me, daddy," I begged. I was on the bed on my hands and knees now, with Tyrell standing behind me. Before I even realized his dick was out of his pants, he shoved it inside of me. I gasped, as I felt myself stretch to accommodate him. He slid my dress up around my hips as he pumped his big, black shaft in and out of me. God, he was so huge. It felt like he was sliding his arm in and out of me instead of a cock. I moaned for more. I couldn't help it. I was lost in the moment. Overwhelmed by pleasure. Tyrell smacked my ass as he pounded me hard and fast. My big tits swaying back and forth as I took him deep inside of me. My stiff nipples rubbing against the comforter on the hotel bed. I reached down with one hand to play with my swollen clit as he fucked me. I was getting so close to the edge. I could never remember being this horny before. I had never been driven to orgasm so quickly before. I don't know if it was the idea of finally being fucked by a black dick or his skill as a lover that was getting me so hot. Probably a little of both. I moaned and begged for him like a dirty little slut. I was getting closer and closer to the edge until I finally exploded all over his big black cock. Not long after, Tyrell groaned as he shot his hot load deep inside of me. I collapsed back down onto the bed, trying to catch my breath as I came down from the high of my orgasm. Tyrell lied down beside me, and spent several minutes kissing, licking, and exploring each others' bodies. It wasn't long before we were ready for Round 2. I told him that I wanted to ride his dick, and climbed on top of him. I couldn't help but moan again as I slid down onto him. I ran my hands over his sexy abs and held onto his shoulders as I started to slowly bounce up and down on his dick. I leaned down, pushing my big tits in his face as I rode him. Tyrell held onto my hips, and helped to guide me up and down on his dick. My tits swayed in front of him, and he sucked and licked at my stiff nipples. We fucked slower, and more deliberately the second time. Yet, it still felt just as good as the first time. I moaned as I felt his cock slide up inside of me. I leaned down closer to Tyrell, and he held me in his big strong arms as I rode him. This time, he came a few minutes before I did. Yet, he still managed to rise to the occasion long enough for me to climax. When I was done, I lay on top of Tyrell and rested my head on his chest. We had only been in the room for 90 minutes. We still had plenty of time ahead of us.

To the Up-Tight Wives of Black Men

I told this to some one I met on XHamster who's considering meeting me.I hope he says yes. Darrel and I have been lovers for 15 years.He's been married for 10.As a long time Mason he attends meetings frequently.When he wants to hook up, he simply calls me and we arrange to meet.He keeps my name in his cell under my male name,one of his white buddies. There's a Mc Intosh motel near my house.I check into a room there a couple of hours before Darrel to get ready.I start with a long,hot bath and shave completely,arms,underarms,legs and chest.I pat dry and do my nails,usually a bright red.This all takes 45 minutes. Then I spend another 45 putting on my make-up.My eyes are hazel so I emphasize them with dark green eyeshadow bordered in black.My lashes are also long and black.My lip-stick is bright red to match my nails.Then I begin to dress. I've brought along what Darrel likes me to wear.Black lingerie.The bra I fill with natural looking and feeling DD prosthetics.I attach my ultra sheer black stockings to a garter belt that rides just above my hips.I tuck my tiny white penis under and put on a tight red thong.Then I slip into a mid thigh black skirt and a red semi see through silk top that is worn outside and comes to my waist.4 inch red heels complete my ensemble. When Darrel arrives he takes me in his strong arms and gives me a long deep kiss. He ALWAYS tells me how nice I look.Then,he goes to take shower.[to avoid any suspicion,he never takes one after work when he's going out]He returns wearing just gym pants and breaks out a bottle of Chivas and pours us both a drink. We lay on the bed,sipping our drinks and making out but his hand on my legs has his crotch getting bigger and I can't help sneaking my hand into his pants.He's got a COAL BLACK COCK that rivals yours,but I like to get that fucker in my mouth and feel it grow.I don't know.It gives me a sense of power that I can make it do that.Anyway,once I wrap my hand around it there's no turning back.I pull his pants out of the way and engulf his monstrous tool.He rubs my ass and legs,which I love, as I take more and more of his beautiful cock down my willing throat.All the time Darrel saying:"oh yes Sheila,oh yes,baby,oh,you're so good,Oh never stop Sheila!Oh,I LOVE you,Sheila!After about ten minutes of my eager efforts I actually feel his heart rate increase in the pulsing prick in my mouth and then I get MY reward.A HUGE load of THICK BLACK MAN'S cum.So sweet and tasty. We lay there and catch up,drink a little more,start making out some more and now Darrel wants to fuck me.Now,I have to be pretty high and horny because he's BIG,like you.So,I break out a joint and we smoke that and drink some more and finally I get comfortable enough to go for it.He removes my thong and I grease his rock hard cock with copious amount of Vaseline he takes a small applicator filled with baby oil and squirts that up my bum and starts with working one then two of his fingers in and out.When I say,OK,Honey,he rolls on top of me as I spread my nylon clad legs wide.His HUGE COCK maintains a constant pressure at my ass until I relax enough for him to enter,and deeply,when sudden waves of pleasure emanate both ways out from head to toes.And it's these moments that I cherish as Darrel and I slowly fuck,kiss,coo and look deeply into each others' eyes.When he starts to increase his pounding I wrap my legs around him knowing I'll soon have to hold on for dear life.Then,as he nears the little death,he begins to drive into me with a determination to send me through the bed springs,which I LOVE.When he blows his load deep inside me he SCREAMS,SHEILA!!! My little unit usually joins in. It's only about 10pm so we've got time.Darrel goes and washes his cock for me.No ATM for this girl even if it is my ass.I usually end up laying there giving him a LONG leisurely blow-job while he bitches about how his wife won't do ANY of the things I do.How many times have I heard that?

Cheryl Marriage made in Heaven

My wife, Cheryl, and I had been living together for over four years and during this time we had enjoyed what most peopled would consider an open relationship. That is, we had both agreed that we could date others. However I never really felt the urge to see other women while Cheryl frequently went out with other men. I was a virgin when Cheryl and I met and I had always been quite shy around women. Cheryl on the other hand had been quite promiscuous throughout her high school and college days and she saw no reason to alter her behavior just because she and I were living together. Cheryl is petite and with her long red hair, perky tits and vivacious personality she has always attracted scores of men and rarely did a week go by that Cheryl didn't have a Friday or Saturday night date. At first I was rather jealous when Cheryl announced she had a date for the evening or was going away for the weekend with some new lover. However, Cheryl's declarations of love coupled with the fact that our sex life was outstanding led me to become much more comfortable with the situation. In fact, when Cheryl was out enjoying the attentions of other men I would engage in some of the most incredible masturbation sessions sometimes coming three or four times in an evening. The next morning when Cheryl returned home I always begged her for all juicy details, but unfortunately, Cheryl would never even tell me the slightest detail of her trysts. So I was left with just imagining how beautiful Cheryl must have looked with a thick cock plunging into her sweet pussy. About a year ago I started to get the feeling that Cheryl was less than excited whenever we made love. In contrast to our lovemaking when we had first met, Cheryl rarely climaxed. In fact, while Cheryl continued to see other men on a regular basis, whenever she and I made love she acted rather indifferent to my efforts to bring her to orgasm. It was on one such night, after vainly trying to bring Cheryl to orgasm that I confronted her with the problem, saying, "Honey, I'm so sorry. I love you so much, but I'm afraid I'm going to lose you if I can't make you come.". Cheryl seemed touched by my concern but she didn't spare my feelings as she responded, "I'm sorry Mike. Don't take this the wrong way but I just can't get turned on with you like I used to. I still love you, but I guess I just like to make love to bigger guys.". I was heartbroken hearing this and tears started to form in my eyes as Cheryl took pity on me, holding me close and whispering, "Oh c'mon Mike, don't take it so hard. I love you, too. I'm not planning on leaving you.". Hearing these words I began to cheer up, looking Cheryl in the eyes and whispering, "Oh sweetheart, I love you so much. Don't ever leave me, ever. I'm just glad that other men can make you come. I just want you to be happy.". Since that night Cheryl and I became even closer as Cheryl began to freely discuss her sexual needs with me. In fact, Cheryl treated me as she would a close girlfriend, confiding all her secret desires and longings. I'd always suspected that Cheryl had a strong attraction to black men, but with her new, more candid attitude she freely admitted that the sexual prowess and dominant nature of her muscular black lovers had spoiled her to my attentions. I had never actually seen any of Cheryl's lovers but the more I learned the more I realized Cheryl had been trying to protect my feelings by not bringing her dates around the house. I guess most men would have felt humiliated by their girlfriend's infidelity, but I realized that with my smallish five inch cock and my slim build I could never compete with the likes of Cheryl's ebony studs. During this time, I began to work on my skills at licking and sucking Cheryl's juicy pussy until I got to the point where I was able to bring her to orgasm most every time we made love. For my own sexual release, I began to masturbate more and more, not only when Cheryl was out with one of her lovers but also while hearing the juicy details upon her return. Although Cheryl never actually refused me sex, it was clear that upon returning home after a passionate lovemaking session, she preferred me to lick her pussy clean while bringing myself off. Over time I began to have the urge to actually watch Cheryl make love to one of her lovers. Just imagining her look of rapture as her black stud moves up between her legs, inserting his thick ebony shaft deep inside her eager pussy, gave me an immediate erection. When I brought this up to Cheryl she said she would ask Bob, one of the men she was currently seeing, into letting me tag along on one of their dates. Bob was a guy she had met at her health club and they had been carrying on an affair for over three months. Cheryl had told me about several of their previous dates and it seemed that Bob really encouraged Cheryl's exhibitionism, even going so far as to have her do a sexy strip tease in front of two of his envious friends. As a condition for letting me accompany them, Bob had requested that Cheryl abstain from sex for two weeks preceding their date. Cheryl told me that Bob wanted her to be extra horny, and as for me, well let's just say that it took quite an effort not to masturbate while anticipating the upcoming event. At her suggestion, Cheryl and I spent the entire day before her date shopping for a sexy, new outfit. I'd always enjoyed accompanying Cheryl on her shopping sprees, but this time I took a special interest in helping her choose extremely provocative clothes. After deciding upon a tight black miniskirt and sheer white blouse, Cheryl must have spent almost two hours before finally deciding upon a pair of white fishnet stockings along with a lacy white garter belt and g-string panties. Next, Cheryl tried on dozens of shoes, finally choosing a sexy pair of black platform shoes with five inch heels. Throughout the day Cheryl continually teased me saying things such as, "I'm in the mood to really be fucked hard tonight. Wait till you see Bob's cock, it's huge.". Later that night it was all I could do to keep from coming as I sat on the edge of the bed massaging my rigid member while watching Cheryl dress. It's become something of a ritual for me to help Cheryl prepare for her dates and earlier that evening I had carefully shaved Cheryl's sweet pussy until it was as smooth as silk. As she dresses for a date, Cheryl performs what I like to think of as a reverse strip tease, and I often end up jacking off. Tonight was no different and as I watched Cheryl bend over to fasten a delicate gold chain around her ankle, I began to masturbate furiously. In fact, I was quite close to orgasm when Cheryl noticed me in the mirror. "Oh Mike you are a naughty little boy, aren't you? Don't come yet, though. Wait until later, okay?" giggled Cheryl as she straightened the seams in her stockings. I reluctantly took her advice and tucked my erect cock back into my pants while Cheryl continued to primp. Cheryl had just put the finishing touches on her makeup when the doorbell rang and I quickly excused myself to answer the door. Cheryl said she would be about twenty minutes more and so I offered Bob a drink while waiting. I felt a sharp pang of jealousy as I saw that he was extremely handsome, well over 6 feet tall with a strong, muscular physique. At the same time my cock stiffened as I imagined Cheryl making love to this black adonis. Bob wasn't paying too much attention to me as he surveyed the living room from his seat on the couch. In fact, it was clear from the way he looked at me that he considered me a nuisance and so I resolved to be as inconspicuous as possible throughout the evening. Nevertheless, I tried to start up a conversation by remarking, "You know, Cheryl says that you and her have had a lot of fun over the past couple of months.". Bob laughed upon hearing this as he arrogantly responded, "Yeah, man, you could say that. Your woman sure does like to fuck. That's for sure.". I was about to respond when I was interrupted by Cheryl bouncing down the stairs to greet Bob with a lingering french kiss. On the way to the restaurant, I drove Bob's Lincoln Continental while Cheryl and Bob made out in the backseat of the car. After a quiet dinner, Bob and Cheryl spent an hour dancing at a local nightclub. Throughout the evening, Cheryl had been like a bitch in heat and as she and Bob danced, I could see her grinding her pussy against his crotch. Watching Cheryl's blatant seduction of Bob, I had developed a raging erection and it was all I could do to keep from jacking off right there in the nightclub. After a particularly sexy dance, Bob and Cheryl returned to our table and Bob said, "C'mon boy, let's go. It's 10:00 and your girlfriend says she needs my big black pole.". "I have to go to the ladies room, I'll meet you guys at the car, okay.", giggled Cheryl as Bob and I exited the bar. While walking to the car, Bob told me how he planned on fucking Cheryl on the way to his house, but that he didn't want me hanging around after that. Although I was quite disappointed that I wouldn't be able to watch their entire session, just the thought that my beautiful girlfriend would soon be spreading her legs for this black stud had my cock straining in my pants. When we reached the car, Bob climbed in the backseat, while I got behind the wheel. It was only a couple of minutes before Cheryl joined Bob in the backseat and we were soon on our way. As soon as I had driven out of the parking lot, Bob unzipped his pants to unleash his hard cock. "Suck it baby.", he growled as Cheryl immediately leaned over and began to suck his swollen rod. Hearing this I glanced into the back and saw a sight I'll never forget. Cheryl was kissing the head of an absolutely enormous black cock. It must have been at least ten or eleven inches long and was over three times as thick as my slender rod. My cock had formed a tent in my pants as I frantically tried to find a secluded spot to observe Cheryl and Bob. It took me about five minutes, but I soon found a deserted street and I quickly pulled the car over to the side of the road. By this time Bob was lying somewhat uncomfortably across the backseat and Cheryl was on top of him, straddling his huge cock. Her blouse was unbuttoned to expose her firm tits and her skirt was bunched up around her waist. I immediately pulled out my cock and began to stroke it. It so happens that earlier that day I had purchased a diamond engagement ring and I had hoped to ask Cheryl to marry me the following week while on our annual vacation. However, the beautiful sight of Cheryl impaled on Bob's massive black pole inspired me to ask Cheryl to marry me then and there. When Cheryl heard my proposal, she just giggled, "Of course I'll marry you, Mike. I love you.". Hearing these words I was ecstatic and I immediately pulled out the diamond engagement ring I had recently purchased. Cheryl didn't even miss a beat as she continued to rock back and forth on Bob's dick while allowing me to place the diamond ring on her finger. "It's beautiful, sweetheart. I love you.", declared Cheryl once again while leaning over to give me a kiss. When Cheryl leaned forward to kiss me, Bob's cock slipped out of her pussy and so our kiss was abruptly ended by Bob pulling Cheryl back towards him while furiously roaring, "What the fuck is going on. I thought I told you I don't want his wimpy white ass anywhere near you tonight!". Cheryl immediately turned her attention back to Bob as she cooed, "Oh Bob, I'm so sorry. He won't get in the way anymore, I promise. C'mon you get on top. I want you to fuck me hard.". She then lay back on the seat while Bob positioned himself between her luscious thighs. All the while I continued to stroke my dick when suddenly I noticed Cheryl's diamond engagement ring sparkling in the moonlight as she reached between her legs to insert Bob's swollen black rod. The lust and pride I felt when I saw her ring made me truly appreciate the fact that we were to be married. It was a truly incredible sight as I watched my fiance with a muscular black stud between her legs, her platform shoes d****d over his broad shoulders with his ebony manhood pistoning in and out of her soaking pussy. The car was rocking back and forth with Bob's thrusts and Cheryl's moans and whimpers of orgasm created a fabulous symphony of lust. As I watched Cheryl and Bob, I felt an incredible craving to feel, taste and even smell my wife-to-be's delicious body. However, just remembering the angry tone of Bob's earlier remarks and I quickly realized, that for tonight at least, Cheryl was to be Bob's alone. Grasping about for some method of enjoying all the beautiful sensations of my fiance, I finally reached over the seat and grabbed Cheryl's discarded g- string. Clutching them in my hand, I immediately brought them up to my nose and savored the delicate smell of her perfume mingled with the musky scent of her juicy pussy. As I watched Bob thrust in and out of Cheryl's cunt, I slipped the silky panties over my hard cock and began to masturbate in time to their lovemaking. It was only a matter of minutes before Cheryl's cries of pleasure triggered my orgasm as I squirted my pent-up sperm all over the tiny white triangle of her panties. "Oooh, yes, yes. Fuck me harder!.", moaned Cheryl as Bob brought her to yet another climax with his driving penis. Meanwhile, even a stud like Bob had his limit as Cheryl's skillful caresses coupled with her luscious pussy pushed Bob to the limit as he threw his head back and growled, "I'm coming baby!", while unloading his seed into the depths of her eager pussy. After Cheryl and Bob had straightened up, I drove them over to Bob's house. "Would it be alright if came in for awhile?", I asked, as I carefully parked Bob's car out front. "No way! I promised Cheryl I'd let you watch us once, but I'm not going to have you hanging around my house. You can get the bus down at the corner.", responded Bob as he began to open the car door. Cheryl noticed that I was very disappointed and so before Bob had left the car, she said, "Just a minute, Bob. I've got an idea. Mike, why don't you take out your dick and play with yourself for me.". I wasn't sure what to do, but one look at Cheryl leaning forward with a mischievous grin and I immediately unzipped my pants to free my soft prick. "C'mon Mike, stroke it. Make it hard.", urged my fiance as I began to slowly stroke my cock with my right hand while fondling my balls with my left. "You liked watching me fuck Bob, didn't you Mike?", teased Cheryl as her eyes never left mine. "Did you see how many times I came? His cock is so big I just can't get enough of it. It feels so good when he's inside me I just want to fuck forever.", cooed Cheryl while giving Bob a sexy smile and reaching over to run her hand over his crotch. I was quite close to coming for the second time that evening when Cheryl reached down between her legs and scooped up some of the copious semen leaking out from her pussy. She then brought her fingers to my lips so that I could smell and taste the remnants of their coupling. "That's it Mike, lick it up.", whispered Cheryl while I licked and sucked her fingers clean, savoring the delicious taste of Cheryl's juices coupled with Bob's tangy semen. Bob, meanwhile, was chuckling softly as he found the whole situation quite amusing. I ignored him completely, however, as I continued to stroke my manhood. Cheryl's sexy teasing soon brought me to another tremendous orgasm as I spurted semen all over my hand. As soon as I had finished spilling my load, Bob ordered me out of the car and I stood there, come dripping off my hand as I watched Cheryl and Bob walk up the steps to the door. I longed for another opportunity to observe their passionate lovemaking, but tonight it was not to be. As I learned later, Bob and Cheryl spent the remainder of the evening in a fabulous session of lusty sex. I, meanwhile, took almost an hour to get home where I ended up masturbating to one more tremendous orgasm while just imagining Bob and Cheryl engaging in all manner of erotic escapades. Cheryl and I were married last September in a beautiful small chapel in the mountains, followed by a reception at a local restaurant. We had planned on spending our honeymoon at a nearby hotel and so after saying our goodbyes to the guests, we drove off to the resort. What I didn't know, however, was that Cheryl had planned a surprise for me when we finally reached our hotel later that night. It was almost ten o-clock when we reached the hotel and as is the custom, I lifted Cheryl up and carried her through the threshold and into our suite. As soon as I had closed the door, however, out came three enormous black men from the bedroom. All three of the guys were well over six feet tall and as I learned later, they played for a local semi-pro basketball team. "Congratulations Mike, my name is Larry and that's Bill and Jim. Let me be the first to kiss the bride.", laughed one of the guys as he took Cheryl from my arms and gave her a wet french kiss. I guess I must have looked pretty shocked as Cheryl giggled, "Surprise, Honey. I thought you might want our wedding night to be extra special, so I invited some friends. Why don't you pour us some champagne to celebrate while we get comfortable in the bedroom.". In Larry's arms Cheryl looked like a tiny doll and as he walked into the bedroom my cock stiffened at the thought of these massive men making love to my bride. I wasn't about to miss a minute of this and so I quickly poured five glasses of champagne while shedding my clothes. As I entered the bedroom, I noticed that even in her five inch heels, Cheryl was over a foot shorter than any of the guys. Two of the guys had sandwiched Cheryl between them and while Larry was kissing my wife, Bill was intent on unzipping her dress. It wasn't long before Bill had unzipped my wife's wedding dress, tugging it down over her hips and tossing it unceremoniously into a corner of the room. Cheryl's bra and panties didn't last long either, leaving my lovely bride wearing a white lace garter belt, sheer white stockings and white satin heels. My cock was near bursting as I watched Cheryl slowly unbutton Larry's shirt to expose his muscular torso. She covered his chest in kisses, slowly working her way down towards his crotch. Cheryl then undid Larry's belt and unzipped his slacks, pulling them down around his ankles. Cheryl repeated her actions with Bill and Jim until all three men were standing in their underwear. With a naughty little smile over at me, Cheryl knelt down in front of them and slowly tugged down first Bill's and then Larry's and then Jim's underwear to reveal their semi-hard cocks. "Oh god, I love your big black cocks.", moaned Cheryl as she began licking and sucking Larry's large rod until it grew to at least ten inches! Next, Cheryl turned her attention to Bill and within a couple of minutes his prick was also fully erect. Bill and Larry had by far the largest cocks I had ever seen, but when Cheryl had finished with Jim I was shocked to see that his manhood was almost as big as my forearm! As I learned later, Cheryl had contacted them through a local swingers magazine and she had carefully culled the ads looking for a group of well endowed black men. My pretty bride was absolutely fascinated with their cocks as she alternated between each of them, kissing and licking up and down the entire length of their shafts. After about ten minutes of enjoying my wife's oral worship of his cock, Bill lifted Cheryl up and placed her on the bed. He immediately moved up between her outstretched legs and began to rub his giant ebony cockhead between Cheryl's juicy pussy lips. Just the touch of his prick on her clit so excited my wife that I saw Cheryl shudder in what looked to be her first orgasm of the night. I wasn't sure if it would fit in my wife's tight pussy, but with her copious juices easing the way, his cock was soon buried balls deep in my beautiful wife. I couldn't have imagined a more incredible wedding night as I softly rubbed my throbbing penis. Larry was standing near me sipping his champagne as he chuckled, "Man, I couldn't believe it when your wife said she wanted us to fuck her on her wedding night. But shit, it sure looks like you are enjoying yourself.". "Yeah, she's the greatest.", I responded and I couldn't help but bless the luck that had brought Cheryl and I together. From my vantage point at the foot of the bed all I could clearly see of my wife was her clean shaven pussy stretched wide around an immense ebony cock, the soft creamy globes of her ass cheeks resting on the bed and her high heels kicking wildly in the air. Jim was seated on the bed next to my wife and he was running his hands all over Cheryl's firm tits, pulling and teasing her erect nipples. I was furiously stroking my cock when Jim, reached back with one hand and began to toy with Cheryl's pink asshole. This in itself was enough to give me a tremendous climax as I spurted semen all over my wife's moist panties. Bill continued to fuck my bride for almost thirty minutes, with Cheryl experiencing numerous orgasms. Larry and Jim were becoming somewhat impatient as they awaited their turns and so as Bill fucked my wife doggie style, they both stood at the edge of the bed so that Cheryl could suck their massive rods. I, meanwhile, continued to masturbate to the sexy scene before me. Since I had previously brought myself off, I was able to hold back, timing myself so that at the same instant Bill threw back his head and grunted, "I'm coming.", I too, came, shooting my cream for the second time all over Cheryl's panties. When Bill pulled out of my wife, he got up off the bed and invited Larry to take his place. Larry immediately mounted my wife, his large cock filling her completely and as soon as he started thrusting into Cheryl, she began to climax once again. "Baby, you've got one hot little pussy. I'm going to make sure you don't ever forget this night, that's for sure.". Hearing this Cheryl glanced over at me and sighed, "I love you, Mike. So far this has been the best day of my life.". Cheryl's attention was soon diverted by the pleasurable sensations emanating from her saturated love canal. Larry fucked my wife for at least thirty minutes until he, too, came in her clasping pussy. He was quickly replaced by Jim, and as Jim eased his enormous rod into my wife, Cheryl sighed in pleasure. Cheryl and Jim made love for almost twenty minutes while I masturbated to another incredible orgasm. When Jim finally pulled his cock from my wife, I immediately leapt onto the bed and began to kiss and caress my sexy wife. I knew there was no way my cock could compare with the three massive members that had recently entered my pretty bride. So, rather than fucking my sweet bride, I decided to lap up the juices oozing from her well fucked opening. Cheryl's pussy was so loose from Bill, Jim and Larry's huge cocks that my tongue immediately slipped deep inside her and gobs of tasty semen flooded my mouth. "Oh Mike, that's it. Suck the come from my pussy.", moaned Cheryl as she rolled over on top of me grinding her creamy snatch into my face. For the next ten minutes I licked and sucked every drop of juice from Cheryl's pussy while at the same time she sucked my throbbing erection. During this time, Cheryl climaxed once and after about fifteen minutes I came, pumping what little sperm remained in my balls into my wife's silky mouth. Even after I had come, I remained so engrossed with licking and sucking Cheryl's pussy so that I didn't even notice that Cheryl had begun sucking Bill's cock. Before long I felt Cheryl's hands on my head as she pushed me away so that Bill could move up between her legs. The two of them began to passionately screw and before long they were joined on the bed by Larry and Jim. By this time I decided to give the four of them a little privacy and so I quietly left the bedroom and promptly fell asl**p on the small couch in the other room. It was almost three o-clock in the morning when I awoke to find Cheryl's lips on mine. "Oh sweetheart, I love you.", whispered my wife while taking my hand and leading me into the bedroom. The guys had just recently left and the room still had the musky aroma of semen mixed with Cheryl's pussy juices. Cheryl was exhausted from her sexual marathon with the three guys and so we both instantly fell asl**p in each others arms. Since our wedding, Cheryl and I couldn't be happier. Cheryl has a small group of lovers to choose from and about twice a month she will invite one or more of them over to our house for a wild session of fucking and sucking. On these occasions, I'll sit quietly nearby, masturbating to one orgasm after another. I can't imagine a more perfect marriage.

Caravan

Somewhere between the coastal towns of Sherringham and Cromer there is a small caravan site. Set on the side of a grassy slope are around half a dozen pitches with fine views around the organic farm on which its a part of. Normally this would be a delightful place to be but today.............................. The wind howled around the caravan, rain beat on the windows but the sound it was making on the roof threatened to drown out the cries of our lovemaking. Rachel's small cock was tucked inside the leather panty front of the strapon that was working it's way in and out of my ass. I was lost in a world of ecstasy as I looked beyond Rachels pretty face to the skylight in the roof above. Twisting and turning her body between my splayed legs Rachel reeked revenge upon my ass for the years of taking her body this way. She was using the toy that she had secretley bought and smuggled with her on this quick break to the north Norfolk coast. My limp but turned on cock flailed around with our movements until Rachel reached out and steadied it in her grip, stroking it in her leather gloved hand it began to grow. Seeing my lover dressed in black leather was having an effect on me. Her small breasts looked twice their size being pushed up by the basque and the tigh boots rubbing against my stockinged legs felt deliciously wicked. I looked at my cock and the long gloves which reached past her elbow, Rachel was squeezing the tip of my cockhead. I felt so empty but at the same time so warm inside when Rachel pulled out of me. Unclipping the the buckles she stepped out of the the harness and squatted over my now throbbing cock. Lowering herself down impaling her body on mine she sank lower and lower calling out something which could not be heard over the rain. Lip reading I'm sure she said "Fuck me Emm". I did my best but was feeling washed out after Rachel had withdrawn that silicon cock from me. Rachel's cock bobbed around in mid air describing circles as I pushed up further into her. I reached up and squeezed her tit flesh, her hands covered mine and squeezed them even harder, enough to signal to me what she wanted. She had changed in a matter of minutes from dominant to submissive. My nails bit into the exposed breast flesh. Her eyes bore into mine - taking the pain - and probably wanting more. Rachel's pupils had grown twice their normal size and I knew she was on that other level where love has no boundaries, this was all about sex, sex, sex now. Shuffling to the edge of the bed I took her wieght while still joined and lay her back down boring into her, using her, igniting her further. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, yes ahhhhh fuck Emm YESSSssss" she shouted at me our mouths barely inches apart "Fuck me you bitch, fuck me". Semi amused at the many faces of my lover - my sweet polite little Rachel - I fucked her harder, her feet resting on my shoulders, her buttocks off the bed and she was taking all I could give. Holding her behind her knees our bodies barely made contact, my sex was pumping in and out of her ass. Rachel reached out for the strap on and began to suck and slurp around the realistic cockhead. I lowered her legs and laid fully on top of her, the strap on now getting the attention from both our lips and tongues fuelling our desires further. We looked into each others eyes as we shared this cock. Just every now and then she gives me such a look that breaks my resisstance down. This was one such moment. This look is so damn horny that I cannot help myself and I began to cum. "Deeper, yes, in my ass Emm" she cried out in throes of passion. I let loose with a moan that I felt in the back of my throat rather than heard. Somewhere deep inside my lover my cock twitched and pulsed out jet after jet of cum. Unusually my cock started to soften quickly, perhaps it was the thought of not being in private surroundings or that our friends who owned the caravan may return early because of the weather - I don't know - but I did know that as I shrunk and was expelled out I lay down next to Rachel who then climbed over me and sat her cummy ass on my mouth. f***ed to clean her, I went to work kissing, licking and cleaning my lover, who unknown to me was stroking her cock to the point of cumming. I only knew what she was doing as when satisfied with my tongueing her ass was replaced with her cock. After just getting my breath back I was then swallowing her delicious creamy load. I saw her mouth move above forming the words "I love you Emm" "I love you too Rach" I tried to reply - but not wanting to try that hard as I cleaned her cock.

Wife Caught With Boss Turns Into Threesome, Part 1

I came home from work early last Friday to find the back door unlocked, I thought we had forgotten to lock it in the morning. I stepped inside the house and put my keys away, then I heard a noise from our bedroom, I stood still for a minute, I heard my wife's voice so I moved to the hallway and was just about to shout up the stairs to her when, to my surprise I saw a pair of men's shoes by the hall table. I took off my own shoes and crept up the stairs to our bedroom, the door was nearly shut but I could just see my wife's naked body through the gap by the hinges. I could see that She was sitting on top of a naked man with her hands around his cock, I stood there thinking I should be angry, but I was turned on and could feel my cock getting very hard. I wanted to get a better view so I slowly pushed the door open just enough to see their reflection in our full length mirror, what a sight it was, I could not believe I was watching my wife with another man's cock in her hands, it looked like I was just in time for the show. I could not see the guy's face but his cock was impressive and very hard, my wife was clearly enjoying the feel of it between her hands as she rubbed and twisted it, I put my hand on my own cock and started to move it in time with my wife's hands, it felt amazing. Then, all of a sudden the floorboard creaked under my foot, my wife stopped what she was doing and looked towards me. As soon as I heard the noise I stepped back very quickly and shut the door to, I thought it was confrontation time, I wondered what to say, what to do, I stood very still waiting for my wife to say something, then I heard the man asking why my wife had stopped, he could not of heard the noise, his voice sounded familiar but I could not think why, it was only after my wife said "sorry Dave, I thought I heard something" that I realised I was right, it was her boss! My wife then said to Dave "where was I", my wife could not have seen me, I slowly opened the door, she had started to suck his cock, I still could not believe what I was seeing, she was taking it very deep and very slow into her throat, her boss let out a long gasp as she touched his balls with her lips, then she glanced in my direction again, holding her gaze, I was fixed to the spot this time like I was in some sort of trance, she let his cock slip from her mouth and just smiled at me, she knew I was watching! I could see her rock hard nipples just waiting to be sucked, my cock felt like it was going to burst it was that hard. I pushed the door open a little more to get a better view her boss still didn't know I was there. My wife knelt up on the bed, I could see a large wet patch on her pink cotton thong, I was so turned on! She removed her thong and threw it towards me, I caught it and put it up to my mouth, I closed my eyes to savour the gorgeous taste. When I opened them I was just in time to see Dave's swollen cock being swallowed by my wife's dripping wet cunt, he went in real deep, his balls were pressed against my wife's ass cheeks. She started to twist and grind against it, not pulling upwards, his cock was still totally buried. My wife looked over to me once more, she saw me with my hand on my cock, I smiled at her, she smiled back and winked at me, then she started to ride her boss like an express train, he stood no chance and shot his hot cum inside her within two minutes. My wife slowly lifted off his cock, pausing while his cum dripped out onto his balls, she then crouched over and licked every last drop of it. I still had a very stiff cock and I needed to do something about it!

Erica, Pete´s pet #2

While Erica eagerly opened up, Erin was so wise to treat her cat Tiger to a fresh portion of salmon sandwich, for whenever he would wake up. Which gave Erin some guaranteed quality time to watch what Pete would do to her dearest girlfriend. Erin was very glad for Erica that taking her blossom wouldn´t hurt much. While she secretly hoped, she could watch that sacred ceremony of her two turned-on dear sexy friends. Would Erin´s little prayers get rewarded? Erin knew from Peter´s earlier accounts that he even started a special Institute in Amsterdam to conduct those ceremonies properly. Still, she wondered whether he could perform as a perfect gentleman beyond the safe borders of his Institute. Would erotic Erica already mate with Pete in Erin´s place? Would Erin be able to refrain to join the hot wet fun? Wouldn´t she and Pete look forward to colour Erica a bit before?

Fun at the Library

I had only been living in Topeka for a month and the only place I had ventured so far was the public library. I liked the section devoted to research because it seemed the older men, men in their fifties, tended to be there. There was one particular gentleman I had been admiring and I could tell he was enjoying the attention I was giving him. I would always sit by him at the big table and laugh at his jokes and tell him how nice he was looking that day. One day, I decided to evaluate just how interested in me he was. I decided to hold nothing back on this little test. I dressed very provocatively, wearing a micromini denim skirt which rode low on my hips and a white shorty tanktop without a bra, of course. Did I wear any panties? Of course not. When I walked into the research area, Phil was sitting at the usual table. He looked up and saw me and smiled. He then looked me slowly up and down, repeatedly. I sat down next to him. “Mari,” he whispered, “That is a dangerous outfit to be wearing out on the street. Someone is going to try and pick you up.” I giggled. Little did he know that he was the person I wanted “picked up” by. I proceeded to arranged my purse and lunch around my seat and then excused myself to go find a book. I could feel Phil’s eyes on me as I walked away from the desk. If he thought this was hot, wait until I completed my test! I went to the area with books on sex and found a hot book all about expressing yourself sexually. It had sensual photos on the cover and inside. I sat back down and began reading the book, making sure Phil could see what I was reading. I could tell he was having a hard time concentrating. He cleared his throat and told me he would be back in a few minutes. I guess he was going to the bathroom. The view he would have of me when he came back would probably send him back to the bathroom in a hurry. The chair I was sitting in faced the entrance of the research area. During the week it was usually empty except for Phil and me. I reached into my lunch bag and pulled out a banana. Boy, was Phil in for a treat when he walked around the corner. I spread my legs and slipped the tip of the banana into my pussy just before he walked in. Phil stopped dead in his tracks, starring at my pussy with a banana in it. I giggled, looking right at him so that he would know I was doing it to arouse him. He was by my side in an instant. “Mari,” He said, “What are you doing? Someone is going to see you.” “That’s what I was hoping for, Phil. And that someone is you. I wanted you to see me with a banana in my pussy so that you could imagine something else in it. Hmmmm, Phil, what else would go in there nicely?” I asked. Phil cleared his throat again, “Mari, I haven’t had sex in two months and you are diving me crazy. You are making me want to slip into the bathroom and jack off.” Phil whispered. “Phil, baby, you don’t have to go into the bathroom. Just turn your chair facing me and unzip your pants. I’ll do the rest.” I assured him as I massaged the growing bulge in his trousers. “Oh god, Mari,” Phil said. “I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I am. Oh god, do it, Mari. Stroke me. Make me shoot here in the library.” “You got it, baby,” I agreed. Phil turned his chair and unzipped his pants. I had his cock out in a instant and was stroking it, using the massage oil I had brought along. I teased the head of his dick repeatedly. He kept warning me that he was going to shoot all over and that I’d better be careful. I told him not to worry that I would make sure he shot his load in one spot. With that, I sat backwards on his lap. “Baby, have you ever ass fucked a girl before?” I asked. “No, Mari. Though it’s been a fantasy, I have not.” Phil stated. “Well, then, baby, your fantasy is about to come true.” I said as I pushed my rectum onto the head of his stiff cock. Phil grabbed my breasts and held on as I rode his cock with my ass. I told him to pay some attention to my clit and so he left one hand free and tickled my clit with his thumb. I bounced up and down on his cock with delight while he pinched my nipple in one hand and my clit in the other. Phil grabbed me tightly, groaned and began pumping me hard. He sat up quickly and bent me over the table. He was ramming me so hard, I was sure someone would hear. Finally, he shot his load deep inside. There is definitely more than just books to enrich your lives with at the library.

She Opens My Hole

God, I loved to fuck Janelle up the ass. But when the tables are turned things can get even better. Janelle picked me up after work, wearing a blazer and that short skirt that showed off her supple ass and her legs to their best advantage. We had been dating for a few months and she had fulfilled every thing I needed in a woman. She was smart- a pre-med student and registered nurse. She was funny- but never vulgar. And she loved to fuck. In the car. On the beach. While the neighbor's daughter peered through my living room window. Another story that, but suffice it to say she sucked down my whole load while lovely young Melinda stroked her pussy behind her bedroom window. When we arrived at the bar she had chosen, we immediately went to a secluded booth. Janelle removed her blazer and let her ample tits free. Well almost, they were only contained by a sheer piece of fabric. As she rubbed her nipple through the silky black top she said– "Have a T and T and relax a bit. And then have another, because I want you to be very at ease this evening. Then I am going to drive us home and give you something I know you have been thinking about for a long, long time. I'll be back in 15 minutes." Needless to say, I was damn curious. Janelle and I had done remarkable things together already and whene she sets it up like this it just had to be good. I drank my T and T, and then the second, and since Janelle hadn't returned by the time I had finished, I ordered a third. She came back as I was drinking the second sip, and said- "Sorry, I'm late, but I got so horny thinking of what I'm going to do to you, I just had to get off", she ran her fingers past my nose. She smelled like a juicy peach, ripe and ready to be eaten. We headed home in her CRX. she was driving of course, rubbing her clit the entire time while I played with my cock, hoping not to shoot off anything before the action really started. In my apartment she immediately stripped me of my clothes and sucked my cock until I came in her mouth. She was still fully dressed and had shoved a few fingers up her cunt while she swallowed all I had to give. " Nice appetizer, lets get to the main course now, my sweet." She pulled me into the bedroom, pushed me onto the bed and swiftly tied my hands to the headboard. "On your stomach, then pull up your knees" She was stern and to the point; my cock was starting to enjoy this tone of voice, and was at attention in seconds flat. She started to run her fingers all over my back, gently pressing my shoulder muscles, then tightening her grip and moving slowly downward. She grabbed my buttocks with brute f***e and started kneading them in earnest. Deftly she slid a finger between my cheeks and ever so slightly ran it over my asshole. I almost shot my load again. She did it again then quickly spread my ass cheeks apart and I felt her tonguing my asshole. Slowly at first then quickening she flicked her tongue in and out of my hole. I wanted her to take my cock in her hand so much, but she acted as if it did not even exist. For what seemed like hours she tongued, licked and fingered my hole. At first inserting a finger only a bit then farther and when my sphincter got used to it she added a second and then a third. "I'm going to let you come soon, but that lovely hole of yours needs to feel what I feel when you fuck me up the ass," she reached around her and grabbed a dildo exactly the same size as my cock. She told me to lick it, she then quickly shoved it up my ass. Plunging the rubber cock deeper into me she said- "It's exactly like yours. I had it made to order from the pictures I took of you last week. I picked it up while you were at the bar. I fucked myself with it while you were drinking that Tand T, just to make sure it was the same." She drove the cock up my ass in earnest now , I was a sweating, panting mess just begging to beat off or have her suck my dick, I needed to come so badly. "How's it feel to be fucked in the ass by your own cock?" With that she pushed it to the hilt, came around front and deep-throated my cock. I blew the biggest load of my life into her beautiful red lips and collapsed on the bed. Janelle pulled the dildo from my ass, sat down on the pillow in font of me and fucked herself to a shattering orgasm. As I was dozing off a little later, still on my stomach, she shoved the dildo back up my hole. There was a short flash of light. And then I fell asl**p. The next morning I awoke alone. Janelle was off to college, and I had the day off. I checked the mailbox. In it was a short note. "Thanks for the picture, Janelle. And yes, I would like to see it up close. How about tonight at 8? Love, Melinda." I came on the spot.

First time with dad - Pt. 4

I remember it was my s******th birthday and all three of us went out. We couldn’t go to a pub because you have to be eighteen and they are really hot on that in this town, but we had a few drinks at the house before we went out so I was well and truly buzzing by the time we walked through the front door. I didn’t know who to hang on to the hardest, I was with the two most gorgeous guys I could ever imagine being with and loving all the attention. Dad had bought me this fantastic outfit, it was kind of pink leather, with little straps going over my shoulders that kept slipping down because they were so new. Underneath that was like a six inch band of material that covered my braless boobs and then vertical pink leather straps that went down further to another band of material about ten inches wide that hung off my hips and just covered the important bits, it was so small, I couldn’t believe dad had got it, but he did, oh I do love him. Chris had got me a pink lace thong to wear (thank god that wasn’t leather) and matching pink leather embroidered boots and handbag, I couldn’t believe how I looked in the mirror and when I came downstairs, both the guys were in evening suits and looked stunning but they wouldn’t give me chance to say anything about them, they were so full of compliments for me. I LOVED IT. We went for what was a great meal, nothing too much to eat, had a couple of bottles of wine with it, but the chat was so funny and relaxing, I don’t think I stopped laughing all night. And then we were home, dad and Chris tried to get me to stay out longer but I had had enough, I knew we could enjoy each other’s company just as much back home as we could anywhere in public and anyway, it was nearly midnight. I told them that my birthday was nearly over and dad said, “You’re not getting out of it that easy my girl, I officially announce that this is just the beginning of your Birthday Week”, again, we all nearly choked with laughter at that. Back home we all went up into our rooms to get changed and were soon back down in the living room in our dressing gowns. The guys sat opposite each other and I sat on the floor between them, I was a bit embarrassed as to know who to go to, but Chris made my mind up for me. Being October, we had a big fire going and he said he was far too hot, so he took his dressing gown off and came to sit on the floor behind me, dad said nothing. He just got up and went to make us some drinks and by the time he came back, Chris had my gown off and we were kissing laid out on the floor wrapped in each other’s arms and legs and nothing else. I didn’t even see or hear dad come back in but he must have just quietly sat back down and let us get on with it. I thought it was really cool that he didn’t make himself scarce when he could clearly see where this was leading. Chris’s lovely cock was purple hard and sticking up between us, I laid him back on the floor and went down on him, pumping him hard and fast into my mouth, I looked up into Chris’s eyes to see his expression and could suddenly see dad right behind him. He too had his beautiful cock out and was slowly stroking himself, he just smiled at me and blew me a kiss. I knew just what to do to make it even better for all three of us, so I spun round and got on all fours right over Chris’s face, Chris pulled my bum cheeks apart for me and blew softly up into my open pussy. Dad must have got a beautiful shot from where he was because I heard a moan from behind me that must have been him, but I couldn’t be sure. There I was with my pussy lips pulled right open, Chris tonguing my clit, me pulling him off as hard as I could and my head bobbing up and down every so often as I took as much of his cock as I could into my mouth. It wasn’t long before I was cumming and cumming so hard I just stopped everything I was doing and poured into Chris’s mouth, there is no way dad could have missed me spraying his face like that. Whilst I was cumming, I spun round again on Chris and just impaled myself on his purple shaft, it felt huge, so fucking massive at the time (do I just imagine it, or do guys cocks get bigger the more they are turned on), but I made it, I held still for a few seconds and just shuddered and then started to pump his wonderful cock in and out of me as we both groaned and gulped for air. Sitting on top of Chris the way I was, I could watch exactly what dad was doing and found him slurping up his own cum out of his hand, when I sprayed Chris’s face with my cum, it must have sent dad over the top because his hand, cock, balls and pubes were covered in it and he was frantically trying to wipe it all up with one hand whilst he still pumped himself with the other. Chris was getting close now because his pumps up inside me were getting faster and faster so I just had time to lean forward, put out my hand palm up and signal for dad to give me some of his cum. He knew exactly what I wanted, smiled, leaned slightly forward and sc****d a handful of his load on my hand, I immediately took it and smeared it all over my boobs, leaned forward and took another load from him and ate this lot. Chris was cumming, he screamed my name, held still for a moment then slammed up inside of me. God, that made me flinch, I pulled up slightly to get away from that last three inches, he immediately looked up, apologised and pumped again. Wad after wad filled me to capacity, I don’t know how with Chris up inside me, but some actually escaped around his cock and bubbled out around my lips and his magnificent balls. He seemed to cum for ages with me urging him on to give me every last drop and my pussy muscles squeezing as hard as I could, I was squeezing him so hard, every time I lifted up, the insides of my pussy seemed to turn inside out along his shaft. Oh I love it when Chris cums like that, so much, so hard for so long. Finally I slumped off to his right and just lay on my back with my legs tightly shut, slowly, after a while, Chris got up on his knees and shuffled over to my head and watched dad as I licked and sucked him clean with him milking his own cock into my mouth so that those last few drops you guys think us girls know nothing about could drop onto my lips. He then shuffled back down to my locked legs, picked them up as one so that they were resting on my boobs, parted them, turned me slightly so that I was facing completely away from dad and cleaned up my lips and hair from all his and my cum that has matted everything in the mashing of mounds and squirting of juices. He kissed my pussy and stuck his tongue inside enough to know that I was still overflowing with his cum, closed my legs again, kissed and licked my bum and lowered my legs saying he was going to have to go to bed, he was so wiped out. I lay on my side, watched him pick up his dressing gown, kiss dad on the head and drag himself towards the stairs. When he reached the bottom of them, he turned to say goodnight again, told us not to stay up all night, just like dad had done so many hundreds of times and disappeared. I looked up again at dad who was still stroking himself although all the cum seemed to have gone and he asked me if it was as nice as it seemed.

Just can't get enuff

It was my s****rs 19th birthday she has a boyfriend in jail his father is a political figure. So Omar get a lot privileges that other immates don't get. Like food {Steak, Salmon,Shrimps, Lobsters..etc} Not everyday but he is a cut above. He told her to come visit him and they can have sex once a week. They continuously have phone sex. My s****r is a BBW she's a very sexual human being. Until that faitful day she went to visit Omar she was a virgin. She would tell me things that I didn't even knew exsist. She told me how they{correction officers} set up an area in the furlow so Omar and her can have a 3 hours sexual encounter. I saw a picture of Omar. He's 6 foot 4 238 pounds not too bulgy with muscles but well built. She told me the door was closed, the lights were dim, and Omar was waiting for her. When she walked in he immed. and hugged touched all over her body. Every part of her. He pulled his cock out really rough and fast pulled her head over his cock and made her suck IT. Fucking her mouth like it was a good piece of pussy. He pulled out and shot a HUGE load ALL over her face. Then he laid her down got a hot rag and whipped off her face. Pulled off her top and bottoms she was wearing only her panty hose which Omar ask that she wear without panties. He didn't care she was a virgin he gave her hands on position. She told me she never felt like a woman until ....... He stood between her legs aiming his cock head at her. While he talked dirty to her. Calling her a horny juicy fat pussy hoe. It must of turned her on because she started begging him to rub his head on her pussy. He fucked her and fucked her made her first time the BEST. Like a hit of crack, the first Hit you always look for that first high. She told me her body wasn't her's. When he finished she had cum on her titties her ass and her pussy. He didn't shoot inside her but she wanted to see what that feel like. She could barely walk. When she left the guards were saying nasty things to her. She didn't care her body felt sooooo good. She came home and fell directly to sl**p for an entire 24 hrs. She couldn't wait to tell me. She couldn't wait until next week so she could make him cum inside her. Week went by, she was there early. Pantyhose no panties. Omar came in he told her to shut up and suck his dick. She did. He told how to suck it. She kissed it licked it and sucked all around it to make him feel good. Shit,it was making her feel good, he was squeezing her titties while she sucked. She said she came from sucking. He laid her down ripped a hole in her panty hose. Just big enuff for him to put his tongue and lips inside he sucked on her pussy and licked the her clit. Her first time and he made her squirt. He just stuck his huge cock inside that hole and her extra wet pussy was being abused by his cock. He fucked her harder and harder she screamed and screamed and screamed. He turned her over on her stomach her ass up but still kind of flat on bed. Omar loved that position. He banged her so hard she squirted and so did he, she felt his fucking get more intense she knew he was about to shoot his load off. She squeezed her pussy one time. He came inside her 2 times. She loved the way cum feels inside her. From that time on, she would never let him cum anywhere but inside her. She said she hated to have him waste his cream it was made for her pussy. ........ to be continued.

How i started my sex adventures

This is a true story i remember this one time when i was in colombo, i was walking on the pavement with blue jeans and a white t shirt looking at shops around 2 oclockin the afternoon i noticed people (men) standing along side the pavement looking busy but actually passing time standing there. so i was curios what was going on. therefore i also started to pace here and there passing time secretly watching those men (most of them are very dirty and pretty ugly and looking suspicious). suddenly a man came to me and asked me how much. at first i didnt realize what he asked but then it dawned on me that he thought i was a hooker. this made me intensely horny and super excited. i was feeling like i was in a dream and dreamily i said 1000. then he stopped a taxi and asked me to get in and i got in after him. the taxi raced in the heavy traffic and came to a shop like a place except there is nothing on sale. he got out and led me in.then there was a counter and he paid 1000 and another 600 and the man on the counter handed him a condom and we went to a room. the place was very dirty with lots of d***k dirty men smoking and the whole area smelled of piss. the man took me into the room and asked me to get naked so i half removed my jeans and lifted up my t shirt. he started to roughly grope my tits and licked them and then put on the condom and started fucking me. he was not a big man so i didnt cum but i started feeling a tingling sensation in my lower belly. he came soon like in 3 minutes and then removed the condom swiftly and put it in a bin and started to belt his trousers so i followed his lead and straightened up my dress and went out the room. the counter man stopped me and gave me a 1000 rupee note. then i got into the taxi with that man ( the taxi was waiting for us) and the taxi dropped us back at that same place and the man left without even looking at me. I was in shock and i couldnt believe what i had just done. it didnt even feel real. i was a married woman then and i had k**s also. But as soon as that man dissappeared another one came to me asked me how much i said 1000 dreamily. he also stopped a taxi and the taxi took us to that same place. This happened till it started to get dark and suddenly a bell rang inside my head so as soon as the final taxi dropped me i got into a coming bus and went to the hotel. My husband asked me if i had a great tour around colombo I just dreamily smiled and said yes and kissed him. I didnt cum that day nor the other 4 days i went back there again but i felt reeeeeeeeeeeeally satisfied in some unusual way. That is how i started my sex adventures :)

Dear Dirty Diary - part 17

Dear Dirty Diary In the second week of October, a furnace inspector informed Louise we needed a new fuel oil tank and pointed out that the current furnace could never heat our attic apartment. A heating contractor quoted $15,800 for a new high efficiency unit with central air conditioning. The bed and breakfast income had been nominal at best for our first season so we had a situation on our hands. Neither Doug nor I wanted to forsake our spacious attic for the cramped but warm guest rooms on the second floor. We did some research and eventually discovered some propane-fired space heaters that would suffice. We couldn’t expect Louise to pay for them out of her meager earnings, so my husband and I agreed to pay for the upgrades. Unfortunately all our investments were locket in and we really didn’t have access to $6500 for the heaters and the hot tub we’d paid for on a credit card. We discussed different ways to finance it, when out of the blue Louise suggested we print, bind and sell copies of my dirty diary. She felt that the accuracy and intensity of it all might appeal to women wanting something different to read. I knew my computer and new printer were quite capable of desktop printing, so we decided to give it a try. Doug however, suggested we contact a lawyer to find out the legalities of a project like this. The consultation with the lawyer proved fruitful and the only thing he was concerned over was that Michelle and Amy still had part of this in my old computer. He suggested we obtain written permission from all parties depicted in my diaries. It came to me in a flash. We could host a reunion or something and get permission at that time. Thanksgiving was the initial thought but Halloween won out since a costume party and dance with free lodging would surely attract them all. We emailed everyone, received positive replies from absolutely everyone and set about planning our gala. Decorating the outside would be no problem but doing up the basement would be a challenge and sl**ping accommodations would be difficult. After much deliberation, we decided that the available beds, sofas and reclining chairs would suffice even if some local gals became too d***k to go home. By the middle of October the attic heaters and the new fuel tanks were installed and paid for on credit card. The house was cozy and tidy by the following week and we had only the decorations and snacks left to purchase. On October 29, a car pulled up in the driveway and out popped Amy and Michelle. They brought costumes and decorations in plastic garbage bags, plus two bushels of apples and six bottles of hard cider wine from Archibald’s as well as a huge fuzzy green Coleman air bed They moved all their stuff into the basement because they wanted to create a dungeon playroom down there. Connie and Althea as well as Rija and her companion, Karla arrived the following day and moved into their old rooms. All afternoon the seven of us decorated outside. Every time we opened the cellar door, we were told to get lost by the Dungeon Rats who were denying everyone access to the hot tub and exercise equipment down there. Amy and Michelle finally came up for air in time when the Chinese takeout arrived at 5 pm. We rushed through supper, dressed and by 6:30 we were ready for the Trick or Treaters. Michelle and Amy came upstairs dressed as pirates with bandanas, patches over one eye and sponge play swords from the Dollerama stuffed in their belts. Outspoken Connie was perfect as an obnoxious Octoberfest barmaid in her long full dress, billowy peasant blouse and her comic tart makeup. Aptly, Althea was dressed as a Tyrolean dancer, complete with hat, white shirt, leather shorts and lederhosen. I thought Rija’s white lab coat with stethoscope and white pantyhose and her companion Karla’s hospital gown and slippers could have been more original. But when Louise made her entrance dressed as Minnie Mouse I was definitely amused. When Doug stepped noisily down those two flights of stairs and ambled down the hall, that six and a half foot high, yellow-feathered, orange-legged Big Bird really unsettled me! I sashayed over to him and asked him if something was going on that I should know about. “Naw, we thought it would be fun to dress up just for you,” said my husband. Knocks on the front door signaled the onslaught of Trick or Treaters. The toddlers were so cute and some of their parents dressed up to accompany them on their loot collection rounds. By eight o’clock the stream of tykes had vanished, I presume to devour their booty. Suddenly vehicle doors slamming hinted that a new surge was about to besiege us. This time however, the knocks came from the side door where Louise ushered in two vanloads of revelers. The Richelieu River gals had arrived! Coats were hung up and it quickly became apparent they were identically costumed and were to be referred to as the “Bawdy Beekeepers.” Ever one of them was wearing a Shoppers d**g Mart “West Nile Virus” mosquito suit. They were covered from head to toe in sheer brown netting and you couldn’t tell one from another through their veiled headdresses. One thing I could tell, however, was that they all were completely nude underneath those suits! They said virtually nothing. Instead they buzzed amongst themselves in a peculiar little language only they pretended to understand. As Louise and Connie herded them all downstairs, I heard a knock at the front door. Upon opening it a crack, a familiar voice said “Trick or Treat!” and into the light stepped Princess St. Regis, the boarder guard! She held out a loot bag and asked if there were any treats for a tired Mohawk princess. I let her in just in time for her to see Big Bird usher the last beekeeper down the stairs. As I offered her a choice of candies, I asked, “How did you?” “Find you?” she completed. She reminded me that I hinted at where we lived when I squealed away from the border crossing. “Besides that, your husband hand delivered an invitation to me last week,” she added. I couldn’t believe that Doug would invite such a bitch, but after a few seconds I realized my encounter with her was in my diary too. “Actually I have a treat for you as well.” She continued and handed me a plastic food bag. Inside I found a small videocassette tape and my screw-drill. “I thought it was the least I could do to make sure these didn’t get into the wrong hands and cause untold embarrassment for you.” “So what’s this all about?” Princess Small Hands St. Regis asked as she looked toward the cellar door. “It’s a small party amongst special acquaintances to kick off a fund-raiser,” I answered with reasonable accuracy and then asked her if she’d like to join in. I hung up her Customs jacket with the others. I took a deep breath and walked downstairs with my U.S. Customs agent, in full uniform, following me. As I stepped down the stairs, I saw a sea of candles! They were everywhere, flickering away in glasses and jars. I stepped cautiously onto the basement floor into the semi-darkness of the room. I saw constant movement but it took a good thirty seconds until my eyes adjusted to the dim light. I walked carefully around, searching for familiar faces but mostly I saw veiled heads. Suddenly a flashlight lit up under the Connie’s chin and she barked out, “Belly up to the Barmaid ladies, we’ve got enough grog to set us all on our asses!” Connie handed me a small flashlight then looped what I thought was a lei over my head. But upon flashlight examination it appeared to be a small Dollerama water bottle on a string, filled with hard cider. In less than five minutes, everyone had cider and flashlights were spontaneously lighting up like mating fireflies all over the room. I noticed St. Regis seemed a little confused by what she saw. Suddenly substantial tape hiss entered my ears. Immediately after, I heard Chris Isaak’s signature guitar lick reverberate from the loud speakers. As always, I choked up and began to tear when the intro echoed through the room. The mirrored disco ball in the center of the ceiling lit up and started to revolve, swirling pinpoints of light throughout the crowd. Out of the darkness sauntered Big Bird, who seemed to have grown a dangly ten inch long dildo-penis between his legs. He put one hand around my back, took my right hand in his left and led me into a slow, sultry dance. As always, I choked up and began to tear when “Wicked Games” echoed through the room. The mirrored disco ball in the center of the ceiling lit up and started to revolve, swirling pinpoints of light throughout the crowd. Out of the darkness sauntered Big Bird, who seemed to have grown a dangly ten inch long dildo-penis between his legs. He put one hand around my back, took my right hand in his left and led me into a slow, sultry dance. As Chris Isaak wailed out the chorus, Louise yelled out “Snowball!” then cut in to dance with me. Doug spun around and pulled Minette from the crowd. Thirty seconds later, after the next chorus, Louise repeated, “Snowball!” She too took a tall beekeeper as a partner. Doug took Althea, Jeanine grabbed Michelle and I pulled out Connie. As I whirled about I noticed Rija had removed her lab coat and was showing off a naughty-nurse outfit with white bustier, white nylons, a tiny tutu skirt with crinoline and what appeared to be a speculum dangling from a golden chain in her cleavage. After the next Snowball I noticed Karla’s hospital gown ties were loosened off at the back and all she wore underneath was fishnet stockings with her slippers and a black thong. After the last Snowball, everyone was dancing with someone except for St. Regis who nervously fingered her riot stick. I went up to her brazenly, spread open my arms to her and smiled as I said, “When in Rome…” To my surprise, she accepted my invitation to dance as the song ended. I was ready to back off but Emmylou Harris began “Wreckin’ Ball” and urged me to step up to her once more. As we danced at a safe distance, she leaned over and whispered, “You know that if this crew of yours ever attempt to cross the border, I could have them all arrested.” I bent over and whispered back, “You’re out of your jurisdiction here and in a country where it’s OK to do stuff like this, aren’t you?” She pulled me tight against her, squashing my boobs into hers and spat back, “Maybe so, but I’ll bet I’ve been places in you no one else here has ever been!” I ground my thigh into her crotch and snapped back, “Big Bird, Minnie Mouse and every toy at the disposal of all these Beekeepers have been places you can only fanaticize of, Tough Stuff!” As her eyes glared into mine, I lifted my knee with all the strength I could muster and lifted her up on her tiptoes. “Bitch!” she growled. “Princess!” I returned with a wicked grin and gave her pussy a good kneecap grind before I let her down. In the darkness she slipped her riot stick out of its holster, whipped it up between my thighs! The customs agent pulled me real close to her then jammed the cold leather prod into the crotch of my tights and pushed hard. The tables were definitely turned as her strong steady pressure stretched my pantyhose into me and f***ed me up on my tiptoes. As the song thankfully ended she gave me a puzzlingly lustful look. “That was the most exciting dance I’ve ever had, Laura. May I have another before the night is through?” she cooed as she held my hand most tenderly. I had just enough time to nod my head before Louise’s hand grabbed mine and spun me around as Mary Chapin Carpenter began to sing “Country Dance.” This time tears of joy filled my eyes as I looked around the room. Sparkling light beams, sparkling eyes, sparkling spirits, sparkling sights and the sparkling wine all reflected the splendor of the moment into my misty eyes as I surveyed the room. Everywhere I glanced women were slow dancing and whirling about to that forgotten song’s melancholy lyrics. I hugged my best friend tight for a while, then since they both knew how important that song’s lyrics were to me, I pulled my husband in do dance as an awkward threesome. When it finished, Doug said, “It’s time to make your pitch now.” He paused the music and I lit my flashlight under my chin. “Ladies, may I have your attention!” I requested in my strongest voice. With all faces watching me, I continued with: “We have gathered you all here together this evening to celebrate freedoms we all have enjoyed these months in this old house. We have developed a close bond amongst us through incidents and pastimes that have flourished inside these walls. At this time I think we should all drink a toast to our hostess Louise, whose example has given us all new direction. Before we get back to some serious partying I must confess that I’ve been chronicling events of my life in a personal diary. We’re planning on converting it into paperback form and hope to earn enough from it’s sales to cover house improvements. Since you all are mentioned in the text, I need you all to sign a consent document before you leave.” “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” came an outburst from Michelle. “Do any of you people have any idea what Mom here actually writes of?” she asked out then continued, “I think Laura should read a chapter or two out loud for us all to hear so then you’ll all know exactly what you’re consenting to and be able to consider how much her dirty little diary might effect its readers!” By the time Big Bird dragged his workshop stool out and got me settled, Louise returned back downstairs with my computer. As I brought up my diary on the screen, Connie went around topping up everyone’s wine bottles. As she filled mine I noticed the gathered elastic neckline of her blouse had slipped down somewhat. In fact, her big bra-less hooters had completely spilled out onto her serving tray and she was using her considerable cleavage to steady the cider bottle. “Oh well,” I thought as I took a sip. Louise lit a flashlight under my chin as I read the introduction and halfway through the first chapter without hardly a pause. However, when I got to the spicier sections, I peeked around to gauge my others’ reactions. Similar expressions appeared upon many faces when I recited crucial or pivotal passages. It seemed to me that much of my audience was held spellbound by my words. When I recounted Doug’s eating those carrots at the end of my first chapter’s narration, giggles, raised eyebrows and agape mouths were the most common reactions, except for Michelle’s. The second I closed my notebook, she began: ”I for one, am afraid that impressionable people might act rashly after reading Laura’s diary. I saw more than one of you tip your candles and stick your fingers in the jars to feel how hot the wax really was. I mean, unstable women might get carried away and do crazy stuff, like say, sitting on her s****r-in-law, shaving off all her pubic hair, raping her and making a love slave of her thereafter!” I replied, “Do you still think you’re going to burn in hell because Amy makes you cum better than Brad?” Amy immediately got right in her face with, “Well do you?” Michelle stared into her eyes for five heartbeats, said, “Yes, but I’m well past the point of caring any longer!” then gave Amy a passionate, soulful kiss on her lips. “Let the good times roll then!” roared Connie and Doug cranked up the music once more. As Brooks and Dunn sang “Neon Moon,” my Big Bird spun me around the dance floor. Everywhere I glanced as we danced I saw glimpses of bare bottoms, triangles of pubic hair and deep pink nipples lurking under those see-through brown suits. I saw dark brown aureoles peeking out of the cups of a bustier, puffy white blouses atop short flippy mini skirts and long sponge swords hint of lusty romps gone by and perhaps more to come. I saw sides of large melon breasts spilled out of the barmaid’s blouse squashed from view by a lover’s embrace and a beautiful Minnie gasp from my nipple twist as I backed Big Bird up against her. When I saw St. Regis cornered by round little Jeanine, I led my husband over to see what was up. Jeanine showed the Princess into the hot tub room briefly then leaned on the exercise bike room door. As we got within earshot, I heard Jeanine remark to the customs agent how buff she appeared and asked her if she’d liked working out on exercise bikes. As Doug whirled me I lost track of their conversation but by the time I spun back around, the light inside flicked on as the door closed! Since I was in the corner, I peeked inside the hot tub room to see what the girls had done in there. There were dozens of apples floating in my Jacuzzi, obviously for some kind of an apple-bobbing contest. When the song was over, I saw Michelle lead Connie and several Bee Keepers, in the process of removing their headwear, toward the tub. As I looked around, I saw Amy lead another group into Doug’s workshop, where for the first time, I saw lit candles as well. While Big Bird fiddled with his music, I gave Minnie a hug and squeezed her bum cheeks and then gave her a big sultry kiss. Somebody called out that a drink had been spilled, so while she looked after that, I poked my nose into the workshop. Another four Richelieu Gals had removed their hot headdresses and were sitting on folding chairs while a fifth was hanging onto bungee straps attached to the rafters for dear life. Amy was securing her ankles well apart using additional bungee cord loops anchored to the legs of Doug’s workbench. When done, she picked up an ordinary little kitchen mixer and plugged it into an extension cord. She plucked a single beater and clicked it into the mixer. Through the blades of the beater, a two-inch wide by ten-inch long strip of ½ inch thick rubbery blue sponge, was crimped. Amy stepped to Minette’s side from behind and pulled the billowy nylon mesh suit taut across her breasts with her left hand. With her right, she flicked the blender on low speed. As the lone beater spun, the soft tongues of blue sponge all but disappeared in the candlelight. Amy cautiously inched her whirligig closer until we all heard the smacks. Minette winced as the twin tongues slapped up the underside of her right breast’s nipple. After ten seconds or so, Amy maneuvered toward the left nipple. Even in the flickering light we all could see that poor little rock-hard teat crying out for mercy. But no, the smacks resumed once more, flipping and jiggling her left breast berserk! Satisfied she’d accomplished her intent. Amy switched the beater off so we all could observe the results. Both teats were poking hugely erect through their sheer brown veil. But before poor Minette could catch her breath, Amy swooped down, gave her a wedgy from behind and thrust the beater up between her spread thighs! She moaned and squealed, grunted and groaned as the tapered tongues slapped her labia silly. At that point I realized that Rija and Karla were watching intently over my shoulder. Rija spoke out,” I think I should examine this poor woman to make sure you haven’t damaged her!” She lifted up Minette’s top, shone her flashlight all over her breasts then said, ”Hmm.” She tugged down Minette’s pants, crouched down, examined her genitals lightly then split her labia apart with her fingertips and scrutinized them more carefully. Rija ran her fingertips up and then back down Minette’s slit, licked her fingertips off then said with authority, “No external trauma is evident, her clitoris is erect, her vagina is quite moist and as such I see no real problem in continuing this novel treatment. However, before any others submit to this, I believe I should volunteer myself, just to make sure this procedure has no serious short term effects.” Amy un-looped Minette then re-looped Rija in that alluring spread-eagle position. Amy’s blender whipped Rija’s dark brown right nipple right out of the low-cut cup of her bustier on its first spin! On her left breast’s treatment Amy pulled the flimsy cup down out of the way and spun her up once more. This time Rija winced as the floppy tongues loudly slapped her shiny teats dark burgundy! “Try my right one again.” She suggested but her lower jaw shivered in time to the rapid smacks for the whole ten seconds. She gasped for breath anxiously the second Amy stopped. Rija caught her breath after about thirty seconds, humped her hips a little then remarked, “Your nipple abuse technique seems to have created a major tickle down there. Why don’t you see if you can find it with your gadget?” The instant Amy’s foam tongues licked up her panties’ crotch Rija bristled, but as the seconds ticked by, the relentless slaps must have located her itch. As Amy inched her pussy plunderer upward, Rija’s eyelids closed in lustful abandon. In little more than a minute, Rija’s hips undulated, her knees buckled and then her eyes popped open in obvious post-orgasmic sparkle. Karla helped her to a chair after Amy released Rija from her bonds. Everyone watched with great concern until Rija turned to her brown-eyed friend and said very clearly, “Oh Baby, it was wonderful. If you let her do you, I’ll give you your favorite after.” Karla’s eyes glowed like a cocker spaniel’s as she dropped off her hospital gown to show off a cute little stretch-lace bra that perfectly matched her little black thong panties. She slipped her hands through the upper loops, kicked off her slippers then spread her legs so Amy could bungee her to the workbench. Like her previous clients, Amy nipple-whipped Rija’s sweet young patient then plundered her to orgasm. When Amy, the Nasty, freed her from her restraints, instead of letting her sit down, Rija, the Gynecologist, hooked her up to her ankle bungee cords the other way around and bent her over Doug’s workbench. Rija pushed her thong’s crotch out of the way then grumbled that she couldn’t see much in the low light, so I switched on the little fluorescent light above the workbench. She checked her friend over carefully with her little flashlight, spread what I assumed was personal lubricant all over her hand and slick as that, shoved it up into Karla’s pussy! Rija then proceed to give her the internal examination of the century! As she turned her head to look back at Rija, I saw her puppy dog eyes revert back into the crazed predator eyes of a wolf. At that exact second, young Michelle stormed into the room, ranting how that crazy old bitch was ruining her apple bob! She muttered, “Those big Snow apples floating in the hot tub reminded Connie of her breasts floating in a bathtub, so she stripped down to her panties, climbed into the Jacuzzi and is trying to get others to bob for her tits!” She looked around behind me, observed Rija deep fisting her “patient” the sputtered out, “You all should be ashamed of yourselves, you voyeurs, watching some perverted side show!” “Those are fightin’ words bitch!” came a reply from Amy, who had drawn her play sword from her belt. “Oh really!” spat back a thoroughly agitated Michelle, who then assumed a defiant, arms crossed stance. With sword pokes just above Michelle’s left breast to punctuate each word, Amy replied, “Yes! Really!” That did it. The s****r-in-laws glared at each other as they squared off. Relatively sure what was coming next, I stepped back toward the remaining dancers, exclaimed, “Cat Fight!” and waved them in. The last of them, Big Bird, shuffled in just in time to witness Rija extract her shimmering wet hand so everyone could observe Karla’s fully dilated, well-lubricated vagina with erect clitoris. Suddenly a shriek from Amy drew everyone’s attention back to the foray. Michelle had ripped down her s****r-in-law’s blouse and the fight was on! When Amy struck back with her sword in the manner she did, my suspicions were confirmed. The players, costumes and props were all different but the moves and the spoken lines were all identical! The two were re-creating my fourth chapter cucumber and sausage swordfight with Louise for the amusement of our guests. Move after move, their staging was magnificent. Everyone in the audience was enthralled with their antics, particularly Louise and I. Amy sword-penetrated and pinned Michelle’s pussy into their airbed after she pushed her backward down onto it. Using sleight of hand, Amy faked the final impalement by bending the foam shaft over between her boobs. While sliding her hands down the play-sword’s shaft, Amy lunged down her upper body. The audience gasped at Michelle’s scream when it appeared as if she’d had eighteen inches of foam rammed into her poor vagina. Michelle rolled her eyes back then shook her legs in apparent critical pain! For dramatic effect, Amy held her final position for a good five seconds then straightened up. As she extracted the seven inches of foam sword actually in Michelle’s pussy, the sword shaft slowly straightened. The two girls got up off the bed, faced the others, spread out their arms then bowed to their audience. Then Michelle spoke out: “This enactment of the fourth chapter of Laura’s diary is exactly why you all should read what she’s written about you. This is the second time you’ve been influenced by Laura’s words. Make absolutely sure, in your own mind, that no reader might act out dangerously while under Laura’s spell, before you sign.” I realized right then and there that Michelle did have a point. While we never seriously damaged ourselves, I accepted that some poor unfortunate could poke something in too deep, burn herself, botch a clitoris piercing or bite something off. So I announced that I would give everyone printouts of their chapters for them to examine before they were to d***k or out of control. I zipped upstairs, grabbed the handouts I’d prepared beforehand then began to distribute them. The dungeon dwellers were easy to do since none had left the room yet. Like sheep for the slaughter, they were all waiting their turns to have their tender bits slapped around and their innards inspected by dirty doctor Rija. I left that room to seek out the others but the dance floor was bare. I followed that familiar clickety-click over to my bike room and opened the door a miniscule crack. In the brighter light, I watched Jeanine, minus her headdress and bottoms climb off my bike then usher St. Regis over for her turn. Jeanine jabbered away incessantly, offering coaching and spotting for her first ride as she undid my Customs agent’s belt and fly. I was sure the riot stick was about to swing but instead, St. Regis unbuttoned her blouse as Jeanine pulled down the border guard’s underwear along with her trousers. Jeanine wiped the dildo clean with alcohol then screwed it down three or four inches for the Princess’s first ride. Louise’s plump little French girlfriend lubed up the length of the fat rubber penis with KY then without any regard whatsoever for who she was dealing with, wiped her fingers off all over that nasty woman’s hairy crotch! Jeanine helped St. Regis up onto the pedals and guided her onto the big knob. St. Regis cautiously scoped out the corona as it parted her dark pink labia but Jeanine slapped her on her bare buttock and said, “Oh just drop on it Honey, it’ll make you feel alive.” Impatient with her apprentice’s hesitation, Jeanine placed her hands on St. Regis’ hips and just shoved her down onto it!!! The nasty bitch’s eyes just about popped out of her head and I was so glad I’d witnessed her shock. “Pedal, pedal, then swivel back and forth hard to get yourself loosened up good!” Jeanine ordered. After thirty seconds or so of twisty pedals, Jeanine told her, “Stand up on the pedals now and pump like you’re riding up a steep hill.” With her first pump, St. Regis pulled off the dildo on her upsweep. On her freefall the knob smacked hard into her crotch! The springy shaft bent over double, deflected then sprung back up the crack of her ass. As much as I disliked that woman, I really did feel for her pain at that exact second. However, an opportunity to totally embarrass her was too hard to pass up. I rapped twice on the door then just barged in. I told her to stand up straight on the pedals while I checked to see if she was bleeding or bruised then wound the dildo back up to eight inches in length. “She’s pretty long-legged Jeanine, so you have to give her more length to make sure it doesn’t pop out and hurt her again,” I suggested. I guided the springy dildo’s corona back against St Regis’ vulva, put my other hand on her shoulder then shoved her back down on it ‘till her ass hit the seat! As I held her down, impaled and squirming on the thickly tapered out base of the dildo, I handed the Princess her printout and told her to sign it if she knew what was good for her. Revenge was never so sweet! I closed the door behind me then listened to the bubbling sounds emanating from the half-open door of the hot tub room. After a minute or so of triumphant gloating I heard the clickety-click resume. It seemed Jeanine didn’t have it out for the Princess and had found someone appropriate to play with. Giggles and splashes drowned out the bubbling, so I opened the door to see what was going on. Connie had indeed taken over the apple bob and had altered the concept with her own special twist. She was in the tub, up to her neck in floating, bobbing apples. Amongst the shiny wet Macintosh and Delicious were two off-color Northern Snows. Their stems were much thicker and pinker in color than the others. Two of the Richelieu gals had removed their headgear and were taking turns biting at anything they could reach. Through the bubbles and the froth, Celine finally got her teeth into one of those pinkish ones up near Connie’s head. She shook it like a shark then pulled Connie’s big bare breast half out of the water! She let that one go then tried to get a piece of the other one, but each time Celine went for it, Connie pulled it back under the water. She lunged five or six more times at it but all she got for her effort was a frothy chin. When she finally threw in the towel, she probably should have kept it. As Celine backed away from the hot tub, her sopping wet, sheer top clung to her breasts and left absolutely nothing to the imagination! Jeanine put her hands behind her back, bent over and tried her luck. She practiced first, biting at the smaller Macintosh apples and was quite good at grabbing them. Connie watched with interest, studying her style of attack. When Jeanine went after the big Northern Snows, she was successful only by rolling the apples with her tongue then nipping their stems to get the heavy apples out of the water. When Jeanine set her sights on the two big floaters, Connie pulled them under, just as she did to Celine. She was fooled twice more by Connie’s strategy but on the third try Jeanine just dove in like an otter, chomped and pulled up her prize! Personally I think Connie put up with all the nipple nips just to see the other women’s breasts emerge from the water in those clingy-wet, see-through blouses. To get enough time alone with Connie to pitch my proposal, I told the others that amusing events were unfolding in the dungeon room. To set the mood to my advantage, I locked the door behind me, put my hands behind my back and asked if a cat could play too. Connie raised herself up a little and bobbed her beauties, a little marked near the nipples, but lovely for a woman in her early fifties. As I moved closer, I pursed my lips to show my intent. The apples began to sink but bobbed up again as I hovered over them. Her right had a couple of hickey-like marks, so I chose it first. I sucked her nipple up with my lips, stretched it a little, licked the teat a few times then released it to splash back into the warm water. I gave it a nice little kiss goodbye then spoke of her chapter’s contents. When she asked how I knew of their actions that night, I explained how their every word traveled through the chests of drawers under the staircase landing. “So what exactly have you written about me, Laura?” she asked seriously. When I informed her I’d penned virtually every word that was said that evening, every squeak and squawk that we heard plus everything Louise and I did to each other in response to what we heard, Connie didn’t look particularly amused. After a moment of reflection, followed by a sigh, both of her breasts submerged then the right one surfaced once more. I replied to her silent request by letting my breasts drop in for a dunk as I sucked up and nibbled her left nipple. When done, I raised up so she could get a good look at my foamy wet boobs then asked her bluntly what it would take for her to sign. Her apples submerged completely once more but after four pounding heartbeats, her pubic mound rose through the foam and s**ttered the clustered Macintosh apples. As a small clump of matted hair showed through her gauzy white cotton panties, Connie hooked her finger around their crotch and pulled it aside to expose her shimmering wet genitalia. Fully aware of her suggestion, I pulled the wet tights off my head and upper body then climbed into the hot tub with her. Kneeling on its floor, I licked my top lip seductively, lowered my chin into the water, bent forward and speared my tongue right into her fleshy pussy. I swirled my tongue around, slurped it up through her labia and devoured her clitoris. I sucked it and licked it and shook it all about and that’s when she croaked, “OK, OK, I’ll sign!” Connie reached down, put her hands on my cheeks and said, “No, no, leave something for the others. There’s lots more action here for the both of us if we can stand it, my dear, so go unlock that door so we both can get booby-bobbed.” Even to me, this sounded pretty outlandish but I heard an uproar come from the dirty dungeon as I reached back and opened the door. I just got back into the far end of the tub in time to hear them chant, “Laura! Laura! Laura! Laura!” as they all filtered back onto the dance floor. It seemed that nipple and pussy slapping was not much of a spectator sport. So to bide the time until their turn came up, all the women read the copies of their chapter and some of the other’s as well. Apparently my provocative words had elevated them into mob-frenzy and they were all determined to confront the author!!! Two at a time, every four or five minutes they filed in for their turn at “Nipping the Nipple.” All of the Richelieu gals were kind to Connie, but Rija, Amy and that Michelle were just plain mean!!! Much to Connie’s delight, the three ganged up on her, stretching her teats and leaving teeth marks all over her aureoles. When Althea entered the room, a little fit of jealousy came over her when she saw her private territory being despoiled. To attempt revenge on her out of control lover, Althea made a great scene of really giving my boobs a going over. Little did she know that Connie was extracting a little lover’s revenge on her under the blanket of floating apples. As Althea passionately and demonstratively devoured my nipples, Connie was trying her best to bury her big toe through my tights and into my pussy! Not one to be out-done, I returned the favor. But my big toe managed to get up inside the leg of Connie’s panties, wriggle itself in and take its next little toe with it. I couldn’t see Connie for Althea, but I knew she loved the sneakiness of it all, just as much as me. I just kept on givin’ it to her and she kept givin’ it back. Occasionally my toe would get tangled up in her panties so I’d jamb a bit of them into her too. Introduced to my panties fetish, we were a pair of like minds and we were up to no good. My toes poked, wiggled and jabbed away with great fervor and inexcusable lust! Her toes pushed, jiggled and rubbed away with equal passion through my stretched tights. When I popped mine out and scuffed her clitoris with it, Connie squeezed her legs together, but I just kept on wiggling. Althea peeked around several times at her partner, but Connie kept a poker face, even when her thighs started to tremble. She kept that deadpan expression as she humped away at my foot, even after her nipples stiffened in orgasm! Connie’s flushed face alarmed Althea, who suggested she’d been in the hot water too long. She helped her rubbery-legged mate out of the tub and dried her off but seemed a little confused over her lover’s disheveled underwear. Althea quickly toweled over her panties to cover up those loose labia lips then frowned back at me. I just faked an expression of disbelief and shrugged my shoulders in mock surprise to keep my little signing bonus a secret. All alone in the tub, I attempted to climb out but was pushed back under the water. It seemed that since Connie had deserted her post, Michelle felt it was my duty to continue debauching her apple bob. As I soon found out, most of the others felt they were entitled to retribution for what I’d written about them. Twelve more women took their turns abusing my breasts and by the time they were done with me, my boobs felt like they’d been through a wringer. There were nips and hickeys all around my nipples and my perpetually erect teats were in a state of shock. St. Regis was the last to leave and to my surprise only gave my girls tender little kisses. I was relieved she didn’t ravage them like a bull terrier. But as the Princess left her signed waiver, she said with a sardonic smile: “This evening has been great. Seeing you in your own element has made it crystal clear what motivated our first meeting. Jeanine has opened my eyes to what goes on here and wants me to become a member of the Richelieu River Pirates ladies association. It’s not much further for me to get to work from here, so keep a room open for me on Cards Nights.” I pulled my perplexed, waterlogged body out or the tub, shut down the jets, wrestled the cover back on and shut out the lights. I blew out the remaining candles but let the bike room be after hearing clickety-clicks through the door. Whispers and rustles came from Amy and Michelle’s dungeon room so I said out loud, “Blow out all the candles before you call it a night girls.” As I trudged upstairs, I found the living room sofas and chairs all reclined with occupants. On the second floor I found every door open and every bed, chair and sofa in use. The attic door however, was closed so I slipped quietly up around the landing. I was quite unprepared for what I saw when my eyes were drawn to the nightlights beside our bed. On the right side of the bed sat up Minnie, minus her ears, filing her nails. On the extreme left side of the bed sat up Big Bird, minus his mask, with his legs crossed. “Did they all sign?” asked the Bird, to whom I nodded. As I walked closer, the Mouse’s jaw dropped then said, “Oh you poor thing, do your boobies hurt as bad as they look?” “I told you all your mischief would come back and bite you on your tit someday, didn’t I,” the bird observed out loud. Minnie eased out of the bed, said, “Let Louise fix, as soon as you get out of those wet tights. I peeled down the tights, threw them in the shower then she toweled down my withered lower body. That familiar man in orange tights patted the center of the bed beside him. By the time I slid my puckered butt over, Louise climbed in on the other side of me, with my bottle of Intensive Care. She pumped a circle of cream atop each of my breasts then began to spread it all over my ravaged left breast. My husband propped up on his left elbow, took great notice of Louise’s circular massage patterns. He reached over then circled my right breast in exactly the same manner. When the lotion began to drag, Louise had me hunch over then squirted cream all over my back. As before, she and then Doug spread the lotion all over my shoulders back and arms. When done, he told me to lie on my belly so they could do my backside. I complied, felt the cool squirts dribble across my buttocks and down the backs of my legs. In unison once more, they smeared my bum, my thighs, my calves and even the soles of my feet. When Louise one-upped my husband by saturating each toe individually, I nearly cried “Uncle,” but managed to contain myself when Doug’s big fingers followed suit. Suddenly a slap on my bottom with an, “Over!” directed me to flip over onto my back. They finished off tormenting my feet then Doug took his turn with the pump. Cool squirt after cool squirt, he worked his way up my legs, around my navel then signaled his obvious intention as I felt several splats dribble my pubes. They started at my ankles, swept up and shivered my knees. They massaged up my thighs, all over my abdomen then stopped! In perfect harmony, they both nudged my legs apart. To my left I watched Louise’s eyes follow her left hand as it smeared the slippery lotion down over my pubic mound and into my vulva. To my right, Doug squirts even more crème all over that massively enhanced and fully erect penis of his. Oh my!!! ****************************************