"Smoking Lust" Read By Cindy

I went over to his house dying to play. I was horny as hell and couldn't wait to start moving and filling
myself, releasing myself.
My man loves to smoke and I love when he smokes in bed after sex. It makes me feel so sexy and so
relaxed against him.

I rang his buzzer and he, as he often did, opened the door fully nude, swaying his hips gently to
animate his beautiful penis. First penis I ever really liked.
I walked through the doorway and let him push me up against the wall. He pushed me first at the
shoulders but, within moments, I felt both his hands on both my nipples. He pulled and flicked them
hard even through my shirt and sweater.

"Baby," I gasped. My hands were busy too. I reached down, taking his hardening penis in both my
hand. I brought his firm self up under my skirt. To his surprise, I wasn't wearing anything beneath my
skirt so very quickly he felt my wetness sliding right up and down his firm, beautiful penis. He was the
one gasping now.

"You're so hot, baby. You know just what gets me," he managed to say as he kissed up and down my
neck.
His kissing my neck was driving me crazy, my whole body on fire as I rubbed his shaft and head
again and again along my lips and clit.
"I wanna fuck you. Let's go," I said, abruptly pulling my head down and kissing him firmly on the lips. I
pushed him down the hall to his bed. I pushed him down onto the bed, his full nakedness before me. I
got right down on top of him and resumed rubbing my pussy on his hard dick.
"Uhh baby," he groaned as he squeezed my tits.

"Get that shirt off, babe."
He pulled my sweater and shirt off and in the same motion pulled his face to my breasts and began a
full sexual attack on them. Holy fuck, he licked and pinched and bit me until I couldn't take it any
longer. I reached down and positioned him before pushing my full weight down hard on his dick.
"Oh fuck," he exclaimed as his hands and head fell back to the bed.

"That's it, baby. I'm gonna fuck you." I rose up on him, leaving only the very tip of his head inside of
me and I squeezed it. I kissed his dickhead with the edges of my pussy. Several times. Then I dipped
down, taking more of him. I developed a rhythm of small pussy kisses and deep, deep plunges. My
baby was groaning out the whole time and he started slapping my ass on every down thrust.
"Fuck, baby," I yelled. "Harder, baby, keep going, fuck."

He smacked me and slapped me and I started screaming out. My god, the combination of his dick so
deep in me and the spanking drove me wild. I was only my body. There was nothing else in the world.
Shit, shit!
"Baby...do it....harder," I managed to say.
He smacked me so hard, the pain was so sharp, my pussy walls just squeezed so hard on his dick as
I screamed.

He felt me clench so firmly on his dick and watched me cry and scream out and that was just enough
for him. Within seconds, I felt him thrust up up up into me as he grabbed me tight, digging his fingers
into my asscheeks.

"Holy shit," I panted, folding over to rest on his chest.
"I can't get enough of you, " he said kissing my head.
"Smoke, baby. I want to you have a cigarette."

"Okay, love," he said. He reached over to his desk and his hands came back to bed with a pack of
cigarettes and a lighter. He took one from the pack.
"Give it to me, baby," I said, reaching. He looked suspicious but handed me the cigarette. Lying half
on top of him, half beside him, I opened my legs wide and dipped the filter end of the cigarette into my
wet pussy.

"Uhhhhhnn," my man groaned, knowing he could just keep tasting me. This became a habit of ours
and it made me feel so sexy, dipping cigarettes in my pussy, watching my man smoke them, and
shotgunning his smoke. Then... fucking again.

The End.

Cindy

Cindy "Smoking Lust"

"Secret Encounter" read by Ariel Anderssen

Sitting at the curb in my car, I see the signal I was waiting for. I slowly, and as quietly as possible, pull into the back of the fire station. I turn off the car and step out, gently bumping the door shut with my hip. I look at the door and notice it’s open slightly. I slip in silently, and it’s pitch black inside. I feel arms come around me, across my chest and middle. His cologne smells so good, but it is different than I remembered.

“Ssshhh, don’t make a sound.” I nod, and the lips nibble on my ear. I moan, but try to keep quiet. The hands are cupping my breasts, squeezing them tightly. My head goes back to his chest, my ass presses into his hips. "He is taller tonight," I think to myself. Maybe he is wearing different boots. He grinds against me, and I can feel how hard he is, and my thoughts slip away. My hands go behind me, between us, so that I can stroke him over his uniform pants.

His hands are under my shirt, pulling up my bra so that he can feel my hard nipples. Pinching and pulling them out for me. I slide up and down against him, and hear him groan. Turning in his arms, I put my lips to his as my fingers slide into the waist band of his pants. I can feel the tip of his cock, and as my fingers brush it, he sucks in a breath of air. “Let me lick it.”

I unzip him, pull him out. Quickly going to my knees on the hard floor, I slide my hot wet mouth down the length of his cock. His hands go to my hair and fist it, sliding out almost all the way then shoving back in quickly. Over and over he fucks my mouth, shoving his hard cock to the back of my throat.

I gag, my hands gripping his thighs and I pat them to signal him to back off just a little bit. He does, and I think again to myself that something is not quite right, but I can’t put my finger on it. My left hand goes to my nipples, and I start pinching them, pulling them out hard. I let the hand travel down over my tummy, to my jeans, and under them.

I am so wet and hot, my fingers slipping in easily. I moan around his hard cock as my fingers circle my clit quickly. He pulls me to my feet and turns me around. He jerks my jeans down, pushing my panties to mid thigh. His fingers quickly find my clit and he starts to circle it, pushing my fingers out of the way. I moan, unable to stop myself from making the sound. He stops suddenly, putting his free hand over my mouth.

“I thought I heard someone, we have to be quiet. If we get caught I am in major trouble. My wife will find out and I really don’t want her to know.”

I nod again, and he goes back to playing with my clit. I am still super wet; the excitement of almost being caught makes me even hotter. His hand goes to my shoulder, the other to my hip as he positions himself behind me.

“Bend just a bit baby, so I can slide in that tight pussy.” I bend and feel the head at my entrance. He is so big and hard. I know he’s going to stretch and fill me up. I bite my lip as he slowly slides in, trying so hard not to gasp or moan. I think to myself that he feels amazing, and I don’t really care how wrong this is, or if we are caught, as long as he doesn’t stop. He is bigger tonight, thicker than usual. Maybe it’s the thought of doing it where he works that has him turned on so much.

I push back against him, taking him deep. He grabs my hair and jerks my head back roughly as he starts to slam into me. Harder and faster, his thighs slapping against my ass, his balls fly against my clit. I am so close to cumming, my hand goes to my clit and I start working it hard. He slams hard once, twice then cums deep in my pussy.

I hear him growl low as he grips my hips hard, shoving deep and filling me full.

My pussy tightens around him hard and cum as he flexes deep in me, rubbing my g spot on his cock. Hands on the wall,

I lean against it, feeling his cum drip out of me onto my thighs.

I lean against the wall for just a minute, to catch my breath. I slowly pull my panties back up, and my jeans follow. I turn to him in the dark room, just barely able to make out his shape. I can’t see him clearly, just a dark shape is there in front of me. His hand goes to my shoulder, and he pushes down.

I know what he wants. He wants me on my knees cleaning his cock. So I drop down and start to lick him clean. Sucking and licking him clean, tasting both of our juices on his shaft. He is hard, but we know we don’t have time to go again. I stand, and he pushes me against the wall, kissing me hard and deep.

His hands under my shirt, putting my breasts back into my bra for me as he fondles them. I feel him smile against my lips, and I smile back. He releases me and steps back. “Wait just a second or two before you walk out,” he whispers. He opens the door and a sliver of muted light shines in. My hand flies to my mouth, and I gasp silently. That was not who I came to see…

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Ariel Anderssen

Ariel Anderssen "Secret Encounter"

"The Best Sex" read by Ariel Anderssen

I stood in his room, very nervous and aware that you could hear a pin drop in the house. Not good.

He looked at me with those eyes of his, a dark, solid brown. The colour made them piercing and intense. He looked so serious that it pushed my heart up into my throat. He was so much taller than me, his body lean and powerful. God, what a body. But when he looked down on me with that expression on his face, all I could see was his eyes. I stood like a rabbit in the headlights, frightened to look anywhere else.

He pushed me so that I fell back onto the bed. I'm stronger than that, but I was a willing victim. I wanted to be on his bed with him all over me. Which was just as well, because that's exactly what was happening. The feeling of the bed moving as he crawled onto it made me tremble, not so much that he'd notice, but the anticipation was too much; I'd waited so long to be right where I was and now this predatory version of him held me to the bed with nothing but his gaze. He was so fucking hot and the intelligence behind that handsome face made him more so.

His fist closed in my hair, sped my heart, it was just this side of pain and I loved it. The erection pressed against my leg encouraged my touch. Not that it needed encouraging; around him I couldn't keep my fucking hands to myself. I felt his other hand slide down my body. As his fingers played over my clit through my underwear, I moaned my pleasure against his mouth and grabbed his ass in an attempt to pull him closer. I loved feeling him pressed hard on me, ready, eager. My hand brushed over the cloth of his shorts and I couldn't help but wrap my hand around him through it. I wanted him to fuck me; but making me wait just excited me more.

I felt him shift position to kneel between my knees and I pressed them tighter together. I figured he was in an aggressive mood already and I liked it, I'd work with it. Using his power, he opened my knees effortlessly as I tried playfully to keep them closed. The thought that he could take me whether I wanted it or not made me more excited. I looked up at him while he opened my knees and the look he gave me said exactly that: "You're mine and I'll have you." Possessive, focused, frightening. I couldn't help but look up at him with a face that mirrored that. I was his prey. He played around the edges of my underwear with his fingers. He pushed the cloth aside and began rubbing my clit, slipping lower, over and between my lips. I was so wet. Slowly a finger entered me,drawing a gasp from my mouth, closing my eyes and bowing my back.

I moaned and clung to the bed to steady me as his rhythm increased. He was good with his hands. I wanted more. I felt my underwear being pulled down my legs and looked across the bed to see him remove his own. We kissed and I pushed him over onto his back so I could look at all of him. He was so handsome. I wanted to kiss every inch of that perfect skin.

I began with his neck, kissing and licking gently down it until I got to that bit where it met his shoulder and set my teeth down lightly. His hands kneaded my breasts and I pinned his wrists to the bed. It was my turn to pay him some attention. I got to my knees, one either side of his waist, holding myself up and off him and looked him over.

Taking his hard penis in my hand, I used it on my pussy, played with it against my opening, over my clit, and it was wonderful. I raised my upper body with one hand on his stomach and began lowering myself onto him, slowly. The sensation of him entering me while I was still so tight made me moan. I had to be quiet, his friends would hear us, so I attempted to stifle my sounds and they came out like soft gasps. His hands went to my hips to help me move, pulling me down, raising me off him.

As my pussy slid around him, grew wetter, I was still vaguely aware of the noise we were beginning to make, but it was fuzzy around the edges and didn't seem to matter as much. I came down harder with each stroke and watched his face watching us. Looking down my body and leaning back I watched us fuck. Eventually I was coming down so hard that the bed was creaking noisily and I had to let up.

I would loose that fine edge of pleasure and my rhythm if I allowed it to distract me. I changed my movement, bringing myself down to the base of him and ground my hips back and forth hard. My lips pressed to his body sent waves of pleasure up mine and it was too much, I was going to come. But, just as I was about to, he lifted me off and flipped us over.

He pushed his toned body between my thighs, making me lift my legs and spread them further. It was too much, I needed his firm cock inside me. He played on my wetness with the head of it and involuntary moans escaped my mouth.

My hands slid down his body to his ass and I pulled him into me. I felt him enter me a little, but he wanted to tease me more, allowing himself to enter me partially and pulling back out. Oh god it was exactly what I wanted and yet not enough. No matter how much I tried to make him fuck me his body and will was stronger. He would enter me but it would be slowly. The more gentle he was, the more I wanted to be fucked senseless, but it felt amazing.

I loved him teasing me. I would have my wayeventually, but when he decided. I wasn't expecting him to push all of himself into me quick and hard- and when he did, it caught me by surprise, stole my breath. The sensation was fantastic. Pure joy. This time he wasn't gentle, he was rough, hard, frantic, pounding me into the bed and tearing moans and screams from me. I dug my nails into him, raised my hips to meet his, but couldn't keep the rhythm because it was too fast, too hard. By now I was almost off the bottom of his bed and he lifted my legs up over my body to get a deeper angle.

It was one of my favourite positions and I felt the orgasm build. Even before he was inside me again it was hard to keep it back. He pushed his cock into my pussy hard and slammed me into the bed. My moaning wasn't stifled then - I couldn't hold back - shit, I didn't even fucking care anymore. This was the best sex I'd ever had, people should know. Everyone should know what this felt like.

His hands pinned my lower body to the bed, which by now sounded like it was going to crash through the floor. A low growling sound trickled from his throat close to my ear, began to get louder; he was going to come. That sound and the knowledge of what it was, brought my orgasm. It consumed me, washed over me in a hot, tingling rush of pleasure and stole my thoughts.

The world disappeared and all that existed were my screams, his growling and the feel of our bodies pounding together. He came throbbing inside me and I continued to orgasm and contract around him. Every time he moved inside me, my body reacted to it until we lay there motionless, just breathing. A thought formed in my head: I would be bruised tomorrow. Another followed at its back: I didn't care, this was just too fucking good. I'd be sad when the bruises faded.

The End.

Ariel Anderssen "The Best Sex"

"Fuck Me Santa" Read By Cindy

Sophie was at the mall doing her yearly Christmas shop, she had come straight from work in her office skirt and heels and was already regretting the decisions as the burning ache rose from her feet to her legs.

While she was walking through the main section of the mall she noticed Santa's grotto, a little hut with a red door and fake snow hanging from the roof. Sophie thought back to when she was a young girl and laughed to herself about how much she used to love sitting on Santa's knee!

Just then a thought crossed Sophie's mind, would sitting on Santa's knee make her feel as good as it used to? She really needed to get off her feet and why shouldn't she ask Santa for a present surely there was no age limit!

She knocked on the red door and heard a deep voice say "Ho Ho Ho come in"
She opened the door and walked inside to see a man dresses as Santa on a big red chair, the room was dim but filled with presents and a little twinkling tree sat in the corner.

Sophie walked over to him and to her surprise Santa patted his knee for her to sit down, she sat and the man said "Now pretty lady what would you like for Christmas?"
Sophie couldn't explain it but just the sound of his deep voice was reverberating around her pussy and she could feel herself getting excited.

She slowly began to pull her skirt up her leg to show Santa the stockings and suspenders she had decided to wear that day, she could feel his eyes work their way down her body and could feel herself getting flushed, before she could stop the words coming out of her mouth she said "I Want You To Fuck Me Santa"

She felt instantly embarrassed at what she had just said and stood up to leave thinking she had made a fool out of herself but Santa grabbed the back of her skirt and pulled her back down onto his knee. He removed his fake beard and gave her a lustful smile as he uttered the words "With Pleasure!" He began unzipping her skirt and instructed Sophie to stand up and step out of it, he admired her long legs and moved his hand to his crotch to rub his growing cock.

Sophie felt exposed standing there without her skirt on but when Santa instructed her to remove her blouse she obediently unbuttoned it revealing her supple breasts in her lace bra, was she really going to fuck this man that she'd only met a few moments ago, almost in answer to her question the man removed his cock from the red velvety trousers he was wearing and gave her that same lustful smile, Sophie gasped at how big his throbbing member was and could feel her juices begin to pool between her pussy lips.

She dropped to her knees and wrapped her hand around the base of his thick shaft licking her lips impatiently, she then began slowly swirling her tongue around his bulging purple bell end tasting the sweet pre-cum that was oozing from the tip of his cock. Once she was done teasing him she took his whole length into her mouth and Santa let out a deep guttural moan, she began moving her mouth up and down his shaft letting her saliva dribble down his cock soaking his bollocks.

The sheer excitement of sucking a strangers dick nearly sent her over the edge, her pussy was so swollen and the feel of her panties rubbing against her clit was sending her into a frenzy. Just as she thought she was about to cum Santa pulled her to her feet and ripped her panties off throwing them to one side, he pulled Sophie onto his lap facing him with her legs straddling the arms of the chair, Sophie could feel the tip of his thick cock throbbing against the dripping wet opening of her slit.

With one swift movement Santa thrust his dick deep inside her making Sophie squeal in pleasure, she had never had a man this big before and she could feel every inch of him filling and stretching her wet vice. He grabbed her hips and began ramming his cock in and out of her furiously, she could feel her pussy stretching more and more to make way for his impressive length. She could hear his breath getting faster and felt his strokes getting harder she knew he was getting ready to cum, the very though of him shooting his load inside her sent her over the edge and she threw her head back as the most intense orgasm ripped through her body.

As she came around his thick member Santa pushed her down as hard as he could and unloaded wave after wave of hot spunk inside her waiting pussy with a load groan. After a few moments of heavy breathing Sophie gathered herself and stood up, she retrieved her ripped knickers from the floor and proceeded to get dressed. She looked at the man who had just fucked her and said "See you again next year Santa!"

The End!

Cindy "Fuck Me Santa"

"Backstage Bang" read by Sarah G

This past weekend presented me with a rare situation, in which my man and I were unable to go to a
swinger’s party. However, there was a band playing in town that I liked a lot, which I really wanted to
go see. My husband also likes these guys and knows how much I love them. I really am into this
group not only because they are good but the bass player, a guy named Marcus, also happens to be
a friend of ours. It also turns out that Marcus is incredibly hot.

Marcus and his band were playing in Providence on Saturday. Because we knew him, I also knew
that we were going to see the performance in style. We were on the guest list, which guaranteed us
backstage access. All week my anticipation was building, to go to the show.

When Thursday arrived and I asked my husband what our weekend plans were, I was totally shocked
when he told me; he had to go to another show in Portsmouth. I was really upset by the change in
plans. I told him, I really wanted to see Marcus and his band instead of this smaller less popular band
that I really didn’t know. I even reminded him that I gave up on going to a swinger’s party so that I
could go see Marcus and his show.

I was really pissed, and I told him I was not having any excuses
about not being able to see them. When my husband saw how upset I was, he agreed I could go to
the show without him. I was happy and was planning on dressing up to impress Marcus and his band
mates.

Saturday finally came, and I was getting dressed in our room. While I was getting dressed, I made a
joke with some hidden innuendos.
“I hope Marcus likes this dress.”
Smiling my husband said, “Oh I'm sure he will.”
With a grin, “Maybe he'll let me suck his cock.”
He laughed and said, “If he will let you suck his cock, make sure you tell him it’s a gift from me.”
I laughed and said, “Okay I will.”
“Besides,” he said, “he won't have much time after the show to hang out, nor will he more than likely
let you do it anyway.”

Smiling and chuckling inside I nodded and said, “We will see.”
I arrived early before the show. My pass was upfront under the “will call” set of tickets. I was
impressed with being able to walk right into the venue. Looking around, I found my way instantly to
the backstage area and began my schmoozing. I felt everybody’s eyes all over my body. I was
wearing a one piece low-cut dress and heels that blew away anything else that the “fans” were
wearing. I was sexy and I knew it.

Then I saw Marcus, as usual surrounded by his fans. There were men with their wives as well as a
couple of little hippy wannabe chicks. I walked up to him, and he moved past the crowd and gave me
a big hug and kiss.

I thought to myself, “Wow this guy is so sexy. I can't wait to suck his cock.”
I had to explain to him why my man couldn't be there, however he already knew. We chatted with the
group for a bit. I knew some of them, but I really didn't care. I wanted some alone time with Marcus.
About twenty minutes later, the opening act went on stage and most of the people backstage
disappeared. I asked Marcus if he wanted to go somewhere and smoke something with me.
Grinning, he said, “Yes.”

I produced a pre-rolled joint telling him it was a gift from my husband. Grabbing my hand, we snuck
off to go smoke my husband’s gift. Marcus ushered me to the tour bus and made sure nobody else
was on board. When we got on board he closed the door behind us.
Marcus said how great I looked. Without missing a beat I thanked him and asked, “When are you
going to let me suck your cock?”

He laughed and said, “I wish but I am sure your significant-other would be mad at both of us.”
I knew that I had him. I Just laughed and said, “Oh yeah watch this.”
Grabbing my phone I sent a text message to my husband asking him if it was okay if I sucked Marcus's cock.

Within two minutes my phone buzzed with his reply. “If Marcus will allow you and you
promise to do a good job yes do it for me.”
Marcus froze and couldn't believe it. I slid off the couch onto my knees. I knelt before him and said,
“Well?”

Now Marcus is a 49 year-old Nubian god. He is six-feet tall, with a solid chocolate body. I was soon
going to find out he also had a beautiful eight-inch, thick cock, with some low hanging balls. I
unbuckled his belt as Marcus took a toke off the joint and reclined back. As his pants came down, I
pulled this monster cock out.

I said, “Oh my!”
I licked his balls and worked my way up his shaft and got as much as I could in my mouth. I gagged a
little and worked his thick shaft as I gobbled it down. He moaned and called my name.
He told me, “Suck it.”

I readily obliged his request and sucked him for a few more minutes, before his monster cock erupted
down my throat. I swallowed every drop of his thick cum.
He couldn't believe I had sucked him off and thanked me. I stood up and smiled and told him that I
have wanted to do that for years. He admitted that he has always wanted to fuck me. I told him that
would be awesome and I am game if he is. I could tell Marcus felt a little weird about actually fucking
me, since he knew my husband.

I told him that if he really wanted to fuck me I would allow it.
“Why don't you think about it while on stage and let me know after?”
Smiling he agreed instantly.

We went back into the venue just as the opening act was finishing. The crew was setting up and soon
the show began. I hung out with whoever seemed familiar and watched him play and look up at me a
few times. I sent a text message to my man, towards the end of the show. In the text message I said,
I was letting him know that I was going to try to fuck Marcus after the show.
He just texted back, ”LOL.”
I know my husband never wanted me to go all the way with him, but if Marcus wanted me, I was
going to let him.

The show ended and Marcus handed me a card key and said to meet him at the hotel across the
street in room 340. He didn't have a lot of time, because the bus was leaving an hour later. I left
immediately and got to his room as fast as I could. The room smelled terrible. Perhaps he had sex in
his room the night before, or even before I saw him, or there was just laundry laying somewhere. I
took off my clothes, jumped on top of the bed and waited for him. He came in like there was a fire,
and saw me laying there naked on his bed. Marcus dropped all of his clothes, ran into the shower and
then came back.

He climbed up to my face and slapped his hard cock on my face asking me if I wanted his massive
cock. Looking right at I him I leaned down kissed his thick dark cock and said, “You know I do.”
He asked me if I wanted him to fuck me. I said, “Yes.”

Marcus jammed his cock down my throat first, holding my head, and calling me a dirty girl. After
fucking my throat for a few minutes, he slid his cock out of my mouth. He worked his way down my
body and gave my clit a few licks. This was just enough to get my pussy nice and juicy.

He raised my legs and guided his cock inside me. He then started fucking me hard and deep. He continued fucking
on top of me for a while, then he flipped me over and entered me doggy style. I could feel his balls
slapping my ass, as he drilled me. I then sat on his cock cowgirl style as he groped and kissed me. I
came all over his cock. At that point he couldn't hold back any longer and filled my pussy with a huge
load of cum. Ohhh man, does it feel good to have warm thick cum in my pussy!
Marcus told me he had a vasectomy and not to worry.

I told him, “I'm gonna go home to my man with your load dripping out of me.”
This made him laugh. We smoked a joint and laughed. All the while, I felt his thick warm cum dripping
out of me. Marcus got up from the bed to get dressed, just as the knock came on the door letting him
know it was time to go. We had enough time for a quick kiss and exchanged phone numbers. Then
he was gone. The whole experience was awesome. I texted my husband told him I was coming home
and that I had Marcus’s baby in my belly. He congratulated me and I drove home. We have yet to talk
about it; I hope it is not a big deal later.
I sure had fun, though!

Sarah G

Sarah G "Backstage Bang"

"Second Cousin" Read By Kara Carter

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When the Whittier annual gathering was drawing to a close Mary asked Drew if he would run her back to her Miami apartment as her parents wanted to stay on in Jacksonville to visit with a few friends. It meant driving thirty or so miles out of his way but it seemed a reasonable request from a girl he’d been fucking regular over the Christmas break. Or perhaps it would be better to say she was fucking him.

The family had still not cottoned onto the fact that the second cousins had been carrying out extreme sex in the basement, they just thought it was nice they were friend. With waves and smiles all round Drew drove away just a little anxious in case Mary, who an insatiable sexual appetite would suck him off while he was driving. However, the journey was somewhat uneventful until they arrived at her apartment and she asked him if he’d carry her case up for her.

When he entered the cozy little efficiency unit he was somewhat surprised to see another theological student lying on the bed naked. It was a young woman about the same age as Mary with massive tits and a big hairy bush.

She made no attempt to hide anything as the pair entered and just greeted them as if this was perfectly acceptable behavior.

“This is my cousin Drew,” said Mary.

“Second cousin actually,” Drew corrected.

“O my god,” she laughed, “He’s saying that because we’ve been fucking all Christmas and he thinks it wouldn’t be right for first cousins to do that.”

The girl, who turned out to be named Penny, joined in with a laugh that sounded like an abandoned seal, making him feel like super-prude, then she got up to put the coffee pot on and insisted that he have for a cup before he took off. Being so anxious for him to stay around for a while did make him feel a little nervous, particularly as the two kept exchanging furtive glances.

He sat down on a chair by the door, ready to make a hasty retreat should they attempt to rape him and watched the coffee maker slowly drip. Meanwhile Mary stripped off all of her clothes explaining that if God hadn’t intended us to be naked we would have all been born wearing Calvin Klein. This solicited more guffawing from her room mate who was washing out an extra mug.

As they sat sipping their Kenyan coffee Penny wanted to know all about their sexual activities during the break. He was not very comfortable with this line of conversation and his margin of discomfort increased considerably when she suggested they re-enact a couple of scenes.

Seeing his hesitation to respond to such a request Mary slowly turned the key in the door, took it out and tossed it on top of a cupboard.

“Come on be a sport Drew, Penny’s been here all Christmas on her own – she deserves to be pampered a little.”

“I’m not used to performing in front of other people,” he responded, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Well why don’t I join in and then nobody will be watching,” Penny chirped up.

The next thing he knew he’d been relieved of his coffee cup and two naked women were struggling to remove his clothes. There is a point in every mans life when he has to give in to members of the opposite sex and Drew decided that he was possibly at that point.

As usual Kommandant Mary gave the orders. He was instructed to lie on the bed and jerk himself off while the two of them stood at the foot of the bed to diddled themselves to see who came first. Drew certainly had the erection for such activity and it seemed to get harder and bigger as the two went into rapid fingering with their tits jiggling up, down and sideways.

It was Mary who past the finishing line first and she did it with a “WOOOOOWEEE,” and Penny realizing that her moment for potential glory had past just dived on the bed grabbed his dick away from his hand and rammed it into her mouth. She went up and down his shaft with enthusiasm, groaning with pleasure as she did so, and when he shouted “I’m cumming,” she went even faster and took the lot in her mouth. What happened next did seem a little over the top even for two seasoned theological students, Penny stuck out her cum covered tongue and shared it with Mary.

As things were getting more and more kinky, Drew’s nerves were back on edge. And when Mary opened up a drawer and produced two pairs of velvet handcuffs he feared the worse, and sure enough he was soon secured spread eagle.

His dick was sulking a bit as it seemed a little concerned as to where the whole thing was going. Mary sought to rectify the situation by producing a multicolored feather duster and began to tickle his bag of tricks with it. Sure enough it began to rise and then she oiled it generously with something from a bottle and with her back towards him, she sat on it, not with her cunt but with her ass.

It was as tight as a mouse’s ear and he thought that he might be damaged for life and then Penny joined in by sitting on his face and crushing her moistened crack against his mouth.

“Lick – you bastard,” she commanded, pulling on his ears as if she was riding a horse.

He began to work his tongue up and down her sweet tasting slit and deep into the folds. She just groaned out loud and kept moving around as if she wanted to feel the full extent of his pussy fluffer.

With Drew’s dick remaining deep insider her pooper,
Mary had remained still until Penny had got into position. Then she started to move her ass in a grinding motion giving him both pain and pleasure at the same time. As it got a little wilder he felt his cum shooting upwards and into cousin Mary`s back door. She kept on moving even though she knew he’d shot his load and he had to grabbed her waist and pinch her hard to slow her down. It was then that all hell let loose as Penny came in a big way, yelling and screaming and almost pulling his fucking ears off.

To say he was shagged out would be a gross understatement and he was relieved when he was released from bondage and allowed to dress. He was just about to leave when another pretty girl came through the door.

“O – Emily,” Mary greeted her, “This is my fiance – Drew – I don’t have a ring yet because we’ve not actually made it official…….”

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THE END!

Kara Carter

Kara Carter "Second Cousin"

Old Ties Pt1 By Katie Louise

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By the time he was approaching the exit ramp, he had lost count of the number of times this drive had come within a hairs’ breadth of ending painfully. Home and a welcoming bed weren’t far, though. A good sleep for four hours, a run in the hills and a quick shower before his wife came home from work. The joys of a shift worker. The drive had taken longer than usual and it had been a “one-off” overtime night-shift, so by the time he was driving towards his suburb, he was toying with the idea of going for a run first, then having a shower and trying to make the day useful by working on his book instead. The next shift was four days away, another perk of the job.

Seeing his wife’s car still in the driveway at 8:40 am, he was a little surprised as he parked beside it. Maybe she was running late as well. Which would mean that his wife would want to work late and he would have more “himself” time that evening. It had always been that way. The marriage had been rigged to fail. It was a wonder they had lasted 13 years. If he were to keep a diary of events, after the first six months, he could count on his fingers the number of times they had slept together. Since she was the only woman he had ever bedded, he knew it was his fault. He must be piss-poor in bed.
The house was quiet when he entered. He called out his wife’s name. No response. Settling into his normal routine, he took his shoes off and placed his bag on the sofa in the common lounge and made his way to their bedroom. It was empty.

“Babe?” He called out for his wife again, a little confused as he walked towards the “back” room of the house that was the designated night shift resting-quarters as it was usually the darkest in the morning and quietest.

He entered the bedroom and froze upon the sight that greeted him. She was wearing a bathrobe and her hair looked damp. An instant arousal began to develop deep inside him, which started to manifest itself in its physical form a moment later. More than twenty years since they’d been together and at that only for a brief few months and she still managed to turn him on without even trying. He knew it was not the same for her, though. Women, in his mind, were wired differently. She may have been physically attracted to him a long time ago, but the attraction would have died down ages ago. She was a married woman now. For most men the attraction is purely physical in nature and stays that way for a very long time. Women made love to their husbands. Men had sex with their wives. Why the fuck was he thinking about making love and having sex when his wife’s best friend was standing in front of him in their guest bedroom, clad in a bathrobe – maybe only a bathrobe, fuck? He needed to sleep!

“Oh, I hope Sarah told you that I was staying the night? We stayed up catching up on old times. Now that we’ve moved closer together, I offered to spend the nights with her when you were not here. Jake works crazy hours anyway, leaving at 4 in the morning and not getting home till 10, and he only ever calls on my cell phone, anyway, so it doesn’t matter where I stay.” Rachael had gone to school with them – it seemed like a thousand years ago. Her husband Jake was a high-flying lawyer in Melbourne and had recently bought a home in their suburb for Rachael, who had wanted a change of scenery to work on her new book. She had grown into a gorgeous woman now, but they had briefly dated in their final year. Sarah, Rachael, or Rex as they used to call her, and Aaron used to hang out together. Sarah and he had opted for the cheaper university near home, while Rex had moved interstate to take up her studies at Melbourne’s Monash.

Life had taken its course and after he heard that she had found someone else and then got engaged after graduation, he too had gradually moved on. Sarah and he were never an item, but because neither of them had anyone else, they stayed close to each other and people simply assumed that they were together. After some strong encouragement from their other friends who had all settled down, he had asked Sarah out. One thing led to another and before they knew it, they were married and living together. It seemed fine for the first six months or so. When it came to sex, they dutifully made love every night. Although he was no expert, however, he had always felt that he was not doing it for her. He used the Internet to do his homework on the subject and literally tried every trick in the book, but could never seem to give her spark she needed. They spoke about splitting up a few times, but they were both working fulltime and soon the car mortgages turned into a house mortgage and splitting up kept getting more and more complicated, until they stopped talking about it, buried themselves in their work and learnt to live with it. There was always going to be time to breakup and decide how to split everything up – right now, they were both too busy. What neither wanted to admit, or at least in his case, was that he wasn’t sure he would find anyone else, and he didn’t want to be alone.

“And anyway, we haven’t seen each other in so long, we have so much to talk about, didn’t get to sleep until almost three in the morning. I had walked over, so I dropped her off to her work in her car this morning. She said that you would be happy to pick her up.” Rex’s voice brought him out of his momentary reverie.

She saw his hungry eyes perusing her figure under the robe and knew instantly to look for the slow swelling in the crotch of his pants. The poor baby. They hadn’t ever been intimate with each other when they’d dated, but he had always been like an open book. She and Sarah used to “accidently” rub against him in high school just to see him squirm as he tried to hide his erection. He was exceptionally clever and good looking but was totally unaware of how other girls felt about him. She had always known that he was attracted to her and although either of them could turn him on easily, she knew that he ached really for her. But the feeling had never been mutual. In fact she had always suspected that Sarah had harboured feelings for him, but wouldn’t say so. He was too unsophisticated back then, for their taste. Too simple and naïve about the world and insecure about his own place in life. Looking at him now, she could see that things had certainly changed for the better.

Jake had been a final year law student at Monash when she started. He chased her briefly, but she had already made up her mind to give in to the tall, dark and handsome looks. He was “sophisticated.” Their marriage had been a happy one for a few years. Then he cheated on her with younger woman. When she confronted him about it and threatened to leave, he begged her to stay, promised to change his ways and bought her a Jaguar XJ8. She didn’t stay because of the car, though. Aside from the cheating, he had never even raised his voice with her. They had gone for marriage counselling and it seemed to work.

Until two years later when she caught him with a different woman. This one barely seemed out of high school. This time she had had enough. Or so she thought. Jake got down on his knees to beg again and offered anything she wanted. If she divorced him now, it would ruin the political career he was gunning for. It was their marriage counsellor who came up with the brilliant plan of living separately for a while. Rachael was working on a new book and thought the change of scenery might help. Jake, in the meantime, promised to get help and stay away from women. The counsellor assigned him a psychologist that he was to see privately and who would then report the progress to the counsellor.

He had purchased her a newly built house in a brand new suburb in Sydney and they had come to an agreement that they would give this another try once her new book was finished to see if they could get together again. She’d made no promises, although, they didn’t consider themselves to be either separated or “on a break”. She wasn’t going to give him any excuses to cheat again.

Two weeks ago Sarah and Aaron had seen the house two doors down from them occupied and had walked into a pleasant surprise when they had knocked on her door to welcome their new neighbour. And here they were today. In the same bedroom – together. She was nude under the bathrobe and he had an obvious hard-on.

Lately, despite herself, Rachel was starting to feel a whole paradigm shift in her body. On more than one occasion in the last week, while alone in her new house, she had used the toy that she had playfully bought for herself when she had moved to Sydney. In the first six months of their marriage, they had had a healthy sex life. But with Jake’s work pressure and as the novelty wore out, it began to slow down and then it just dwindled down to almost nothing without her even noticing. Jake pretended that his responsibilities at work were stressing him out to the point of exhaustion and would barely get into bed before midnight, making sure to clear the house by five in the morning most days. Of-course she realised what had been going on when she caught him sleeping around, but back then, she had been too busy with her own life to notice how he had started avoiding her. Not that she had missed getting laid, though. Her first book was published when she was 30 and reached number one in the Times Best Sellers list within a few weeks. In the last eight years, she had written and published five more, all of which had made it into the top 10. Although her income from the books was substantial and she didn’t need Jake’s money, he easily earned several times as much and was always ready to splash on her lavishly, imploring her to keep her money for her own use.

Now, with this old flame standing in front of her a little spark that she had forgotten about was suddenly getting fanned. Aaron had kept in great shape over the years. She had grudgingly told him that he was actually aging very well when she had seen him after all those years.

He admired her figure under the robe. She was gorgeous with just the right curves in the right places. It wasn’t just the way she looked, it was her wit that was unmatched. She was a tease and a flirt, but everyone knew where the line was with her, without her having to spell it out. His thoughts took an indecent turn again as he started to imagine how she would be in bed. He strained to take his eyes off her inviting body. He and Sarah had not slept together in almost six months and the memory of their last pathetic attempt, where he hadn’t even cum and she had obviously faked it to put an end to both their miseries was still fresh in his head.

“I’m sorry, I think you have me mistaken for someone else.” Unable to resist the temptation, he put on a deep voice and pretended to be confused.

“I’m the help your husband hired to do the lawn. Is he not around?”

A little chuckle escaped her throat. There he goes again. The slight stubble from the night shift and unkempt hair actually did give him a rather rough look. But, in a sexy way. What was happening to her? This was her best friend’s husband for crying out loud! She felt her nipples hardening slowly, and knowing that he would notice, looked down at his crotch again, which now showed a full arousal. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to do what they used to call his “hands-free pants-freeing”. At the sight of him squirming, a warm feeling began to develop deep inside her and she became aware of her cheeks flushing as she felt herself get wet. Suddenly she wanted him. Badly. Whether it was the sleep deprivation, the fact that they were alone in the house or the subtle changes in her physical and mental being since the last few weeks, she wanted to scratch him, hurt him, ride him, put him deep inside her, and scream his name over and over as she came again and again. She was dripping within a minute of all these thoughts coming alive in her mind and could feel her heart pounding inside her chest. She had confided in Sarah last night about Jake and Sarah had admitted that their marriage was pretty much unsalvageable as well. Surely she wouldn’t mind if her best friend took a bite of this delicious apple. It wasn’t really cheating on anyone. Sarah had seemed like she didn’t care anymore. Or was it her aroused state that was clouding her reasoning ability and trying to rationalise what her body was screaming for her to do?

Aaron knew he wanted her badly, but thought that the hardening nipples were more a result of the draught he had let into the bedroom when he’d opened the door. She had blushed slightly though. But then it could have been wishful thinking on his part. The look she was giving him had ”flirtatious” written all over it. Maybe he should play more “hard to get”. Fat chance when she was such a knockout. He could be in a life or death situation and she could easily have him eating out of her hands within seconds if she wanted, and she knew it. What she had was every straight man’s weakness. Speaking of weaknesses and eating, he desperately wanted to taste whatever she had to offer. What the hell! She was married! He was married! This was his house! She was his wife’s best friend. At one time she had been his best friend. He was sure it was exhaustion that was continually propelling him forward and loosening his tongue dangerously. Nothing wrong with a bit of harmless flirting.

“Maybe we should discuss the terms of the payments first.” He moved in close and that’s when she stunned him and pulled him close, wrapping his hands around her shapely arse. He was acutely aware that she was feeling his full arousal on the lower part of her stomach. As her hands moved up his chest, he braced himself for the friendly shove with a couple of words of admonishment, as she had often done 20 years ago, but to his surprise, she laced her fingers in his wavy hair and kissed him deeply and passionately at first, then hungrily with a raw need that left him wanting for more when she eventually released him. They were both breathing hard, but there was no doubt that she was in better control. He still held her tightly, not knowing what to do.

“Will that do as a deposit?” Her voice was sultry and seductive.

He started to answer, but paused to swallow the lump in his throat.

“Actually I prefer payment in full – I’ve had a few costumers who have refused to pay…” The next kiss caught him by surprise – such was the ferocity. It all but confirmed her intentions to him. His grip on her bottom tightened as she gently bit his lower lip.

She could feel his full arousal, throbbing against her stomach. She longed to put it deep inside her, but she also wanted to prolong this little game of theirs. Without unlocking lips with her new lover, she started to undo his belt with urgency. The rough stubble on his face made him seem even more desirable, although she preferred men clean-shaven. She was convinced that a subtle yet sure shift was occurring in her attitude towards men and sex in general. Not only did she find this handsome married man desirable, she realised she had been horny all morning. She might have been horny for the last few weeks, but only just realised it. Her free flowing natural lubricants were a testament to that.

He could sense that familiar aroma emanating from her that he often associated with a heightened state of arousal. Over the years he had convinced himself that it was the smell of this “sex” from women that drove men wild. It was a scent he had discovered during his first proper kiss. His first kiss was Rachael and life had somehow brought them together, albeit in the most illegitimate way. That scent usually meant that the woman was ready and eager. It was a scent that he hadn’t caught a whiff of too often in the last several years. He felt his pants slip down and her probing hand grope into his jocks. As her fingers clasped roughly around his member, he slid his hand further down her leg and lifted it so that it was wrapped around his butt. His heart skipped a beat when he discovered that she was completely bare under the robe. And wet. Very, very wet.

As his fingers gently tested her readiness and slid inside her sacred spot drawing a sharp intake of breath from her, she expertly removed his jocks and started caressing his stiff manhood.

“Do you want to get “properly dressed” for the task?” She was burning with desire, but could see that his hunger was equal, if not greater, in his eyes.

Without a word, he ripped his t-shirt off and stepped out of his jocks and jeans. Her robe fell away exposing her bare breasts with nipples like hard pebbles. Both stark naked, they eyed each other hungrily for a few moments.

Her body was divine. She wasn’t too skinny or too big, just the right curves in the right places, soft curves at that, with breasts that weren’t too big, nor too small and was overall aging perfectly. He couldn’t help but notice her juices running freely down her creamy thighs. Never in recent memory, had he seen any woman aroused like this.

He was the perfect mixture of lean and cut. While most of his other middle-aged friends had started to let themselves go, he seemed to have kept to a strict fitness schedule, applying discipline to his active life as he did with everything else. Her thoughts briefly went back to Jake’s soft and flabby body for which poor diet and lack of exercise to blame. They had a gym at the office and a similarly equipped gym and pool at home, but she was the only one who ever frequented the gym and pool at home. Now seeing Aaron chiselled like an Adonis, she was glad she had spent all those hours sweating on the treadmill. Her eye fell on his throbbing penis, all eight inches of it, with the head almost purple with pressure from the blood rushing into it.

He suddenly knelt down and licked her thigh where her juices were trickling down, all the way to the source, spreading her legs and placing one on his shoulder, and pushed his tongue deep inside her. The sweet and salty taste of her combined with the intoxicating scent was driving him crazy.

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To Be Continued...

Katie Louise

Katie Louise "Old Ties:Pt1"

"Naughty Thoughts" read by Millie Rose

You’re on the phone, talking dirty to me but saying you can’t come over tonight. You’re driving me
crazy then you ask what I’m thinking right now, really?
Okay, I’ll tell you...

I’m thinking it’s been too long since you were last here with me and I really need a fix of you. I wish
you were here with me now, can I convince you?
If you come over tonight I’m going to grab you by the belt and pull you to me as soon as the front
door clicks shut.

I want you to kiss me hard, push your tongue into my mouth and bite my lip, God you know what that
does to me! By the time you’ve trailed kisses and gentle bites down my neck I’ll be a quivering mess.
When you pull my top and bra off and push me back against the wall you’ll see how hard my nipples
have become for you. I get so wet when you tease my nipples with your mouth and my fingers always
tremble when I undo your trousers to pull your cock out.

I would turn us so your back is to the wall and stroke my hand up and down your cock, kissing your
mouth hard then trailing down your body to run my tongue slowly from the base of your semi erect
cock to the tip, over and over until you're hard for me.

I want to slide my tongue around the ridge of your cock head, look up at you and flick it over the tip. I
want you to watch me while I get a taste of your precum.
You love it when I’m dirty, so I would spit into the palm of my hand and use it to stroke your length
while I lick and suck each of your balls in turn. My thumb would be circling your cock head while I kiss
and suck the base and length of your cock.
I would slowly work my way to the top, and let my tongue glide over you again, a line of saliva
dripping onto you before I take you into my hot, wet mouth.

I’d suck on the head while my hand strokes and grips you tightly, and take you deeper with every
stroke of my hand, my lips would touch against my fingers as I take you to the back of my throat.
If you were here you’d feel my throat tighten around you as I swallow and moan, God I love having
your dick in my mouth. I miss it, please come over? I want to suck up and down on you faster, my
other hand gently squeezing and stroking your balls.

You love it when I look up at you with my mouth full of your cock don’t you? You get off on watching
me gag as you push deeper into my throat, my eyes water and my make up runs but I fucking love it.
I want you to grab a fistful of my hair and push into my mouth, there will be saliva dripping from the
corners of my mouth and dirty little muffled noises coming from my mouth as you thrust into me, and
we both know how soaked my panties will be because of it, because of you.

Come and fuck my mouth babe, I want you to push your hips forward into me and hold the back of
my head, making me take you deeper. I want you to come see me tonight and cum down my throat.
You know I’ll swallow every drop, I always do. I’d keep sucking and licking you until you can't take
anymore.

I know you, you’d watch me swallow then pull from my mouth and drag me to my feet wouldn’t you?
Hmm, come over babe and show me how you want me, bent over the bed, or flat on my back? Oh
god, would you pull me up to sit on your tongue again?

Your tongue drives me insane, the way you flutter over my sensitive clit and push your fingers into
me makes me squirm and moan just to remember it now. In the moment, you make my back arch and
the most primal moans drag themselves from my throat.
Every time you thrust your fingers into me and flick your amazing tongue against me I grab fistfuls of
bedsheets and have to remind myself to breathe.

The way you use your fingers on me and leave little kisses on my inner thighs just as I’m on the edge
makes me wild, makes me want to beg for your cock.
I want you here because you make my head spin, my heart race and my pussy flood. Fuck, the way
you make me cum for you, it’s hard and intense. You don’t just push me over the edge, you throw me
over, again and again!
Every time I think I can’t possibly take any more, you push me further, you make me cum until I’m a
weak and screaming mess.

I want you here to fuck me, hard and urgently. I want to wrap my legs around your waist and watch
your cock disappear into me. Come over and press my face and chest into the sheets, pull my ass up
and slam into me, make me scream your name, I want my throat raw tomorrow and my pussy sore so
I think of you every time I sit down.

I want you to cum inside me, holding my hips tightly and thrusting hard into me as you do. I want to
feel you fill my pussy, and hear you moan my name as you do.
So, are you coming over tonight.....?

Millie Rose

Millie Rose "Naughty Thoughts"

Cherry Blush - Cheating with a Cop

My husband and kids were visiting his mother for the weekend. Unfortunately I had a project deadline
due and could not go. My hubby, being the sweet man his is, sent me a very hot text message
including a picture of his rock hard cock.
It made me so wet that I peeled off my panties and shoved them in my purse. I fingered myself to a
delicious but small orgasm. I completed my task and started for home. I live about thirty minutes from
work. I guess the hot message really had me turned on because I slid a hand up under my dress and
dipped it into my smooth wet pussy. I was fingering away when the red and blue lights dragged me
back to the present.

I looked in the rear view mirror and sure enough I was being pulled over. I pulled the car over and put
it in park. The officer approached the driver’s side of the car with his flashlight shining into the car and
his other hand on his holstered gun. I rolled the window down as he got near.
“I need to see your license and proof of insurance please ma’am,” the officer said.
“Did I do something wrong officer?” I asked.
His light was shining directly on my bunched up dress between my legs. I pulled my purse into my lap
and opened it, I had forgotten about my panties sitting on top. I quickly got my license and insurance
card and handed them to him. He sniffed loudly as my hand neared his. I know he smelled my sex on
my glistening fingers.

“You were driving erratically ma’am, you were weaving in and out of your lane,” the officer said
sternly.
“I was distracted,” I stammered.
“Please step out of the car ma’am,” he said.
I got out and we moved to the back of my car. He made me lean on my trunk as he frisked me. He let
his hands linger near my breasts but avoided them. He slid his flashlight between my legs lifting my
dress as he slid it up. When he reached my naked pussy he slid the handle up and down my wet lips.
He brought the light out and licked the handle.
“Your insurance is expired and the tickets total will be several hundred dollars,” he said.
“I just got the renewal it is at my house nearby. We could go get it please,” I begged.

He allowed me to lead him to my house. We entered and I ran for the renewal notice. He read it and
handed it back.
“The remaining balance is still three hundred dollars ma’am,” the officer said.
“Is there anything I can do?” I asked raising the hem of my dress.

He crossed the room and nearly tore my dress off me. He yanked my bra off and tossed it aside. He
dragged me by the hair to my bedroom and tossed me on the bed. He stripped naked almost as
quickly as he had me naked. He stood towering above me with a huge erection.
“Lick it bitch,” he demanded.

I started licking his pole up and down wrapping my lips around his meaty cock. I started stroking him
as I licked and sucked his monster cock. He made me lay on my back as he fed his cock down my
throat before he started fucking my throat fast and hard. He tensed up and blew his first load down
my throat then pulled out and sprayed my tits. I scooped up all of his seed and ate it.
“Good girl,” was all he said before he picked me up and dropped my wet pussy on his pole sized dick.
I screamed as his cock hit my cervix. He lifted me by my ass and dropped me again. I was seeing
stars but it hurt so good. He kept this up until I came all over his cock and balls. He kept lifting and
dropping me until every hint of orgasm waned. I was deliriously happy.
“Lick me clean my cum slut,” he ordered.
I gladly complied. He had shrunk some but my talented tongue resurrected his cock.
“Do you have any lube ma’am?” Officer stud asked.

I grabbed the lube out of the night stand and handed it to him. He lubed his pile and his entire hand.
He made me lie over the arm of an easy chair and spread my ass cheeks wide. He slid one finger in
and teased my tight anus for a while. He wiggled and prodded before adding a second finger. He
started pumping two fingers in my virgin asshole. He fucked my ass for several minutes before adding
a third finger. I was grateful he was taking the time to stretch my asshole slowly. His dick was so huge
I was terrified.

He finally pulled out his hand and positioned his swollen dick head at the entrance to my never before
fucked ass. I pushed and I swear I heard a pop and the searing pain was immense. He waited until
my breathing slowed before pushing in two more inches of horse cock. Tears were streaming down
my face. I pushed back wanting more and was rewarded with several more inches of dick.
He pulled that out and lubed his pole again before sliding it back inside me. It went so deep. I felt so
full. I started fingering my pussy hard as he got that monster all the way in my ass. He flattened my
round firm ass with his belly he was so deep inside my ass. I was in heaven.

He started pumping in and out of my stretched asshole. He was grunting as he slammed his cock in
my ass. I fingered my clit and exploded in orgasm. He yanked his cock out of my ass and sprayed
cum all over my ass then slammed it back inside my ass before shooting several more blasts of hot
cum in my ass. He scooped up some of the cum on my ass and tasted it. He gathered more and fed it
to me. He finally pulled his cock out of my sore asshole and kissed one round ass cheek.
“Same time next week baby?” my husband asked.
“As long as your mom can babysit sure,” I replied.

Cherry Blush

Cherry Blush "Cheating with a Cop"

HAPPY ENDING

Jake arrives unannounced, early in the evening. “So what are you doing in the North Jake?” I ask. “Oh visiting a branch near York, just thought I’d call in to see you guys on the way back.” We are all standing in the kitchen and Jake gives Ann a kiss hello and her bum a good squeeze. “Mmm,” says Ann, looking at the bulge in his trousers. “You do seem to be pleased to see me.” “Yep, well, I am going a bit short at the moment,” he grunts. “Nobody special right now?” I ask. “Not ready for anything serious yet. Anyway give me a break, the divorce isn’t even absolute yet,” Jake says. “It wasn’t anything to do with us all fucking around together was it Jake?” Ann asks him. “No, the sex was the only thing that was really right between us. Christ I miss her hot little body. I could just give her one right now. Mmm, the four of us got up to some nasty stuff didn’t we? Nicky and I used to reminisce about the dirty weekends the four of us had, getting our rocks off every way imaginable.”

Jake, unselfconsciously, strokes his cock through his trousers. “So you thought you’d drop in and get a quick shag with Aunty Ann, did you?” queries Ann, grinning. Jake looks lustfully into her blue eyes and starts to stroke her tits through her dress. “Guess I’m pretty transparent at that.” “Looks like it's time for a mercy fuck,” I say. “Go on Ann, give him a proper going over.” “I can’t,” she says. “You know I’m going out with the girls tonight. Kathy is picking me up in half an hour and I’ve got to finish my makeup yet. Stay the night Jake, then we can have a nice early morning fuck before you go. Mmm, I love waking up to warm bodies on either side of me. Especially when their cocks are hard.” “Can’t,” he groans, “Got to get back South, early start in the morning.” “Look at the state of him Ann. The guy is in serious need,” I say. “Oh for God's sake,” she says. “Get your cock out Jake. I’ve got time to give you a hand job and that’s your lot.”

Jake unfastens his suit trousers and lets them drop to the kitchen floor. Ann pulls his shorts down and pulls out his cock, which is impressively hard already. “Oh my,” she says, scratching her nails down its length, “you really are up for it.” She starts to give him an expert hand job, one hand between his legs, from the back, squeezing his balls and the other wanking his shaft from the front. Jake starts to groan and reaches for her tits. “No way,” she says, shrugging him off. “You can forget it too,” she says, looking at me. “I know that look in your eyes. If you want to get off as well, it's strictly D.I.Y. I don't want my hair messed up and I don't want cum leaking into my knickers all night.” She continues stroking Jake up and down his shaft then rubbing his pre come over the end of his cock with the palm of her hand, digging the nails of the other hand into the top of his ball sack and then pulling his balls down tight. I’m watching this and her tits moving under her dress and the tightness of her dress over her bum and my cock is getting painfully hard. Nothing else for it, so I pull out my cock and start to jerk myself. Jake moans as he gets right into it. He is right on the edge of coming when Ann says the fatal words, “Come on Jake. Hurry up and come.”

Nothing is more guaranteed to put you off than being told to come quickly. Jake closes his eyes and grits his teeth but you know he’s hit that zone. Desperate to cum but can’t quite get there. Ann realises what she has done and quickly pops Jake into her mouth and goes to work with her lips and tongue, keeping her hand going at the same time. She pulls her head back, “Jake you warn me when you are going to shoot your load. If you get cum on me I’ll never speak to you again.” “Ohhh ohhh look out,” Jake shouts. Ann pulls her head back again and grips his balls and the base of his cock extra tight. He shoots a jet of cum right across the kitchen splashing it on the cupboard opposite and then shoots thick but diminishing jets onto the floor.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he shouts as Ann works the last drops of semen from his softening cock. She just manages to avoid squeezing the final drops onto his trousers. “Jesus, what a cum load. You were in need of that Jake,” Ann giggles. Her sheer dirtiness has brought me right to the edge. We look at each other as she gives me a big grin. “So are you going to let it all go or save it for when I get in later, Ian?” she asks as she steps over and pushes her tongue in my mouth. “Oh, I think you just answered that question.” She thrusts her tongue back in my mouth as I spasm and my cock jerks in my hand, adding to the mess on the floor. Ann gives us both a sweet smile, “I’m sure you boys won’t mind clearing up while I’m out. Bye.”

Kelli Smith

Kelli Smith "Happy Ending"

THREESOME WELCOME by Layla

Brad sighed with relief as he let himself in the front door. Work had been hectic and he was looking forward to being able to put his feet up and spend the evening relaxing with Carly and Stella. Smiling expectantly, Brad walked into the kitchen but his smile disappeared when he saw the kitchen was empty. Usually the two girls would be in the kitchen cooking dinner by that stage and he wondered if he had forgotten they were going to be late home. That didn’t make sense though, both of their cars were in the driveway and the door was unlocked. He went over to the big bay window that looked out over the backyard but the only movement out there were a few birds hopping around on the soggy post-rain grass. “I’m home,” Brad called out; his greeting went unreturned. Perhaps they’d gone for a walk, he decided, as he made his way down the hallway toward their bedroom. He would get out of his stuffy business clothes and get into something suitable for a night of lounging on the couch with the loves of his life.

A grin spread across his face when he opened the bedroom door, revealing Stella lying spreadeagled on the bed moaning quietly, while Carly focused the attentions of her tongue on Stella’s pussy. It was a sight he never got tired of and one that had an immediate effect on his cock. Even as he approached the two women he was getting hard, his cock starting to throb and twitch as he took in the sight of Carly hungrily lapping at Stella’s cunt. Both women were naked and he couldn’t decide which one he wanted to touch first, or how. On the one hand Stella’s nipples were hard and he couldn’t wait to take one in his mouth and suck long and hard on it; but on the other Carly’s ass was enticingly on display and the temptation to remove his pants, step in behind her and guide his cock inside her wet pussy was very strong. “Mind some company?” Brad asked overly-politely as he shrugged his shirt off and undid his pants. “You are officially invited,” Stella replied, her voice husky and pleasure-filled.

“We thought you’d like a nice surprise when you got home,” she explained quickly, moaning loudly as Carly worked some sort of magic with her tongue. Stepping out of his pants and boxers, Brad moved closer to the bed, stroking his hand up and down his rapidly hardening his cock. Without really thinking about it, he stepped in behind Carly and with his hands on her hips, ran the tip of his cock up and down her slit a few times. The way she was positioned at the end of the bed, she was at the perfect height and he couldn’t resist the open invitation provided by her splayed pussy. He would have loved to be able to display some form of control, to not appear too eager to bury himself in Carly’s wet heat but he was fighting a losing battle. Carly arched her hips backward and groaned against Stella’s pussy as he pressed the top inch of his cock into her hole. Brad placed his hands on her hips and finally pushed deep inside Carly, grunting loudly as her pussy tightly gripped his cock and she instinctively began moving her hips in loose circles.

Stella’s own moans and cries of pleasure grew louder and Brad smirked because he knew how turned on it made her when Carly was being pleasured by him, while pleasuring her. The first few thrusts of his hips were slow and gentle, but as was so often the case, he very quickly got carried away, gripping more firmly to Carly’s hips so he could hit deeper and harder with each movement. Even though they were muffled against Stella’s pussy, Carly’s moans were still considerably loud which had the domino effect of making him more vocal. There was something about hearing Carly’s and Stella’s cries, whimpers, moans, groans and screams of pleasure that heightened the whole experience for him. Stella’s cries reached fever pitch, the look of utmost pleasure on her face telling him she was going to cum – and soon. At the same time Carly’s hips were moving faster and she was pressing back into him, her moans louder against Stella’s pussy. For the millionth time since they had entered into their relationship, he thought about how lucky they were to have such an incredible sex life.

The three of them were moaning, groaning and crying out, the sounds of their pleasure mingling to create some sort of sex chorus. Stella’s cries had transitioned into screeches and Brad could see Carly pressing her face more firmly against Stella’s pussy, he knew her tongue would be moving back and forward against Stella’s clit at an astonishing rate. In some ways Brad was envious of Carly, he loved the taste of Stella’s pussy juice on his tongue and decided perhaps he would need a turn later in the evening. He didn’t understand guys that complained about having to go down on their girlfriend or wife; one of his favourite things to do was eat one woman and eat the other straight after. There was nothing better than having both women at the mercy of his tongue and then hearing them scream when they couldn’t handle any more. Brad watched as Stella started to tremble, his fingers digging deeply into Carly’s hips as he braced himself for the loud scream that would inevitably erupt from Stella in a few seconds. The trembling became more pronounced, the loud screeches suddenly became screams and as Stella’s orgasm hit he pulled Carly back into him, ensuring he hit deep inside, knowing that would help trigger her own orgasm.

His orgasm was steadily building and he hoped Carly would cum before he did; he always put Carly’s and Stella’s pleasure ahead of his own and felt oddly guilty if he came before one or both of them. Judging by the tightness of her cunt Brad knew Carly’s orgasm would hit soon and he couldn’t stop himself slamming harder into her. Carly’s cries became more high-pitched and he could feel the muscles in her hips tensing beneath his fingertips. At the same time her pussy began to strangle his cock and not release. Harder, and harder he moved against her, his cock ramming into the back of her pussy making her cry out even louder. The cries turned into screams and the constant friction against his cock became almost too much. His breathing was fast and shallow, his ass was tight and he was gripping Carly’s hips anchoring himself in preparation for his orgasmic release. When Carly’s screams became louder she pressed tightly back against him again. He could feel her shaking and put more effort into the movement of his hips, groaning loudly as his cock started to throb with such intensity it became uncomfortable. He slammed into her as hard and fast as he could and after five final thrusts Carly screamed long and loud as she came undone around him, the contractions of her pussy milking his cock.

Carly was still riding the crest of her orgasm when his hit and he roared loudly, pressing into Carly while pulling her back at the hips, cock pulsating as he spilled his load into the tight heat of her cunt. The orgasm didn’t seem to want to stop and when it finally petered off Brad felt more than a little light headed. He released Carly’s hips and watched through heavy eyelids as she crawled up the bed and lay beside Stella, immediately snuggling up against her and letting out a satisfied sigh. Brad’s legs were shaking so he followed Carly’s lead and crawled up the bed, coming to a stop on the other side of Stella. Somehow they managed to move under the blankets and as Brad rested his head against Stella’s chest he put his arm over her, his hand coming to rest on Carly’s hip. Carly did the same thing with her arm and he smiled as he felt her fingers lightly stroking his side.

“I’m glad you’re home,” Stella whispered and Brad nuzzled his nose against her neck. “So am I,” Brad replied. “We missed you,” Carly added and he smiled, loving that after so long together the three of them still missed each other when they were apart. “I missed both of you too,” Brad told them honestly. “Today was stupidly busy.” “We were talking about the naughty weekend we spent in Sydney and that was what got us horny before you got home,” Carly informed him and he smirked as he remembered the weekend she was talking about. “Perhaps we should reminisce some more after dinner,” Brad suggested, unable to think of anything he’d like more than spending the night having sex with Carly and Stella. “Food and sex, perfect way to spend a night!” Stella joked and they all laughed. “I love you both, you crazy women,” Brad declared. “We love you too,” Carly and Stella replied in unison, smiling adoringly at him.

THE END!

Layla

Layla "Threesome Welcome"

MY FIRST NAUGHTY EXPERIENCE

I was 18 years old and had been with my boyfriend for two years, we met in school and although we had gone as far as “soft petting” I was still a virgin and I was starting to become frustrated. I had played the role asked of me by society, waiting… being patient… making the man wait… however I no longer wanted to wait.
My friends had confided in me so much about their experiences that I felt left behind, it was nearly time for me to leave and go to university and as such I needed to get some experience.
It took a night at a party, having a few drinks, for me to finally have the confidence and self-belief to make a move. I was wearing a very tight outfit and my boyfriend had not been able to keep his eyes off of me all night, now as we were leaving and sitting in the back of his friends car together kissing his hands were all over me.
I was very turned on and could feel my panties getting wet as I felt his hand move down between my legs. He rubbed me through my clothes and I let out a sigh, which quickly made me very conscious of his friend driving us.

“Ignore him….” My boyfriend said and we fell back into kissing and rubbing each other through our clothes.
Now this is where it would normally stop but tonight I was determined to go further and make something happen. To that end I opened up his jeans and slid his now fully erect cock out into my hand.
I looked at it, standing to attention for me and without hesitation began to roll his foreskin up and down. I enjoyed watching it, it was very sexy to look at, he was so big and hard for me, all for me, I was doing that and it was making me even wetter.
I rolled my hand up and down his shaft slowly, this was the first cock I had ever seen and touched, I was giving my first hand-job and now I was going to have another first as I moved my head down to his lap and took him in my mouth.

It’s actually an amazingly empowering thing giving head, I was in complete control of his manhood and I was dictating the pleasure. I was in charge and I loved it. His hands were in my hair and I was excited. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft and then sucked the head while my hand pumped him furiously.
He made a lot of noise, trying to stifle it and then I tasted him in my mouth, a taste hard to describe but a salty warm liquid which was thick and it poured from him into my mouth. I swallowed every drop and licked him clean before putting him away and doing his jeans back up.
He looked at me shocked and as I sat back up I realised his friend had parked the car and we were actually at my house. He did not make eye contact with me and I just rushed out of the car and into my house.
My first experience of being naughty was very hot, I wanted more….
I was now 19 and had been having sex on a regular basis, once or twice a week, with my boyfriend for a year. It was always exciting as we were sneaking about finding a place avoiding our parents.
I enjoyed sex, the feeling was great, it’s not really something you can describe however when I have a man inside me it’s the stretching and the full feeling which is good.
You will notice I use the words “good” and “great” here. Sex was nice but men certainly got the better deal I thought, it was explosive for them.

It was not until a month after splitting from my boyfriend (distance and his lack of ambition in life wore me down) and I was sitting reading a magazine article about the female orgasm.
What was being described by these women sounded amazing, sounded explosive, it sounded like something I had never experienced. I was actually becoming aroused reading the accounts of how these women were getting off.

Without thinking and I would say on pure instinct as I read and became more and more aroused my hand found its way between my legs and I began to touch myself for the very first time.
I rubbed through my panties at first before they became so I wet I slid my hand underneath and continued, it felt really good, like sex always had but I was still not experiencing …. But then something changed, I felt a sort of heat that I had not experienced before.
I moved my finger on my clitoris side to side getting faster and rolling my hips writhing in my bed, it was lust, animal and pure, I was getting close and then it happened.

A feeling like an explosion, I cried out but muffled my noise into my bedding. It was incredible, it was hot and it was orgasmic.
It was the night of my very first orgasm, it was also the night of my second, third, fourth and fifth as I explored by body enjoying my own curves and my own touch.
I had finally experienced for myself what I had been reading about and I was keen to be given this feeling by someone other than myself. I was at university after all and time I found a new lover….

THE END!

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Katie Louise "My First Naughty Experience"

FUCKING THE GIRLFRIEND'S SISTER
Magnus Meske was a tall, blonde, blue-eyed Scandinavian type living in a small Wisconsin town. His girl friend, Brook Olander, was basically a female version of him. They had been unofficially engaged for about a year but Brook’s strict Lutheran upbringing meant that there was no sex until after marriage and she didn’t want to tie the knot until her older sister did so and that didn’t look very promising. Charise couldn’t even keep a boyfriend never mind marry one.

He really loved Brook but he got so frustrated with her attitude that he spent a lot of his time watching porn movies and jerking himself off. Magnus had his own apartment and so he was able to carry on his little pastime without being disturbed. One day however he forgot to lock the door and who should walk in unannounced but Charise.

Shocked, he quickly tucked his dick inside his boxers and tried to play innocent but Charise smiled, sat down beside him on the sofa and turned the TV back on.

“I only came to borrow your paper shredder,” she purred, “But that can wait, I don’t get the opportunity to watch this kind of stuff at our house. Magnus just swallowed hard and didn’t know what to say, he didn’t even want to watch the guy fucking the woman’s ass on the TV anymore. He was just too embarrassed.

“That looks as if it would hurt,” said Charise leaning forward to get the best possible view.

“I’m not sure,” he mummbled, rubbing his face with his hand as if to hide it from her.

“Haven’t you and Brook done it.”

“We haven’t done anything,” he replied, trying to sound shocked by the suggestion.

“Gosh do you mean to say that after all the time you two have being going out together you haven’t fucked my little sister.”

Now he was genuinely shocked as he never expected Charise to use such language.

“Brook wants to remain a virgin until after we’re married.” he said, “So I don’t press her on the issue.”

“So you sit in your underwear and jerk yourself off in front of the TV instead?” she smiled with a twinkle in her eye.

Magnus was struck dumb, he didn’t know what to say.

“Come on – admit it you were buffing your Banana when I came in.”

“I was just examining it for medical purposes.”

“While watching porn?”

Magnus was getting agitated, “Look why don’t we switch off the TV and forget this whole episode happened. I’ll get you your paper shredder and you can go.”

“What if I let you fuck me – would I be welcome to stay then?” she asked.

This time he was really up against the ropes. In one way he wanted the
memory of what had transpired erased but the idea of fucking Brook’s older, an incredibly gorgeous sister, was beginning to gain appeal.

The woman on the TV was now sucking the man’s cock as if she hadn’t eaten for weeks. Charise put her hand where she could see Magnus’s dick bulging and asked if she could suck it for him. He didn’t reply but he raised no objection when her fingers crept inside his flies and produced a prize winning boner.

When she bent over and slid it between her lips he sat bold upright, “OMG,” he cried out, “That feels so good.”

Charise absorbed as much of it in her mouth as she could and then withdrew it, his body shook violently until she dived on it again and this time she sucked and worked it with her long fingers until he was gasping for breath. Magnus could feel his balls begin to tingle and his sperm start the journey upward.

“I’m cumming,” he cried, half expecting her to jerk the rest of it out like they do on porn shows – but she didn’t – she swallowed the whole lot.

He leaned back on the sofa and tried to get his breath back as the man on the TV was diving into his partners muff. Charise stood up and just started to strip, throwing her clothes all around the room yelling, “Yippee – it’s mine turn.”

Magnus was now getting into the swing of things and he too took off his duds and threw to the wind – so to speak. Then he grabbed Charise and laid her down on the sofa, placed his face between her legs and parting the petals of her flower with his fingers he just looked at it. Even though it was not shaved like the woman on TV he thought it was still a thing of beauty.

When his tongue touched the edges of her lips she gasped and lifted her legs so he could bury his face deep into her muff. Her head was still turned so that she could see the woman on TV being licked out as well, this seemed to make her need to cum more urgent. When the woman groaned Charise groaned, and this seemed to drive Magnus into a tongue flicking frenzy.

Her ass was squirming all over the place and she began to scream as she had an extreme orgasm that shook every part of her body and made vagina vibrate and ooze cum. While she was still trembling he moved up her body so that he could suck the hardened nipples on her big round tits and then he slipped his dick into her hot wet groove as the man on TV was cumming all over the woman’s face.

When Charise felt the width of his manhood widen the entrance to her pussy she clung on to him digging her nails into his back. Magnus, normally a gentle type of guy, despite his size, became like a wild animal. There was now a new couple on the TV screen and although he couldn’t see them he could hear the sounds of their bodies colliding and slapping against each other.

These sounds and the sight of Charise’s tits moving to and fro like two jelly molds made him ram into her cunt with powerful strokes and as the speed of his thrusts increased she began to yell ‘Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” over and over again.

When Magnus felt his cum moving up his tubes he increased the pace even more and she was going frantic, throwing her arms around and screwing up her face as though she was in pain. As he shot his load deep inside of her she screamed and clung onto him so tight he made it difficult to make those final thrusts to milk every single drop left in his dick.

Charise really couldn’t believe that this 25 year old man had never fucked a woman before, she herself had been poked on many occasions but she’d never experienced what she’d had with Magnus. As they sat and relaxed and watched more people fucking each others brains out on the TV she came up with a rather original idea.

“You say that Brook doesn’t want to get married until I’ve tied the knot,” she began. Magnus just nodded his agreement, “So why don’t I marry you – you can fuck me all through our engagement – official or unofficial and so everyone will be happy.”

“But will Brook be happy?”

“Of course she will – I’m going to let her be a bridesmaid.” she said, as she slipped her hand in his boxers and started to jerk him off.

Magnus closed his eyes and managed to stammer, “What – ever – you – SAAAAAY – CHARISE!!”
 THE END!

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