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Prim Wife Submits Fully
by Michelle xx (no address provided)
quick edit by cumeater1999

***

My name is Michelle; I live in England with my hubby
Mike. I'm 35 years old, 5'2, blonde(ish) hair
(sometimes), and have 34DD boobs, blue eyes, nice legs
(so am told) and am reasonably pretty, rather than
knock-out beautiful. This is my TRUE... First time
with another Man story. (Mdom/MF, wife, husb-voy, d/s,
cuck)

***

My name is Michelle, I'm 35, and my husband would
consider me prim and prudish and so would nearly
everyone who knows me. I consider myself very
conservative and a bit of a goody two shoes, when it
comes to the opposite sex, very reserved and shy, but
until recently, fairly innocent.

Mike, my husband, had begun mentioning the idea of me
having sex with another man, but it really wasn't for
me, I was much too proper for that sort of thing. But
I would play along with him in bed, sort of
roleplaying.

Once whilst making love, I had mentioned that when I
was about 16, I'd gone to the cinema with some friends
and some stranger next to me had felt me up, unbeknown
to my girlfriends. I'd let the guy do it because it
felt nice and I knew that he couldn't do anything
else, not with all my friends so near.

This story turned Mike on to no end, and after that he
was regularly trying to persuade me to go with him to
a cinema. He reasoned that if he was there any
stranger that would do similar thing, would only be
able to go as far as I was willing to let him.

I resisted until one day, I was feeling a bit horny
and I'd been fantasizing what it might be like to be
the object of another man's lust. Finally to Mike's
surprise, said yes when the subject came up.

I didn't intend letting anything go too far, but
decided to dress as sexily as I could for the
occasion, to help fulfill Mike's fantasy as much as
possible, and I expected he and I would probably make
love when we got back home. I wore some tan coloured
stockings (normally only tights), and nice lacey
panties (white) and matching bra, plain pale blouse,
and a black and white check skirt, just past the knee.
(This is as slutty and sexy as I can get, but pretty
daring for me.

We went to an ADULT cinema we found in the phone book
and I was very, very nervous as we went in, not
knowing what to expect. Mike said he had been anxious
and terrified whilst also excited all at the same time
from the moment I had agreed to do this.

We went in and it was very dark, after a few seconds,
we could see quite a few spare seats toward the middle
of the theatre about half way down. I noticed the back
row seemed full, all men. As we sat down, a big
fattish oldish guy, probably about 60-ish seemed to
have followed us into the row, and passed me and,
innocently enough it seemed to me, sat alongside me to
my right. We all watched the film for about 10
minutes, and to be honest, it was quite sexy and a bit
of a turn-on with all the rude things happening in the
film.

I had become quite engrossed in the film and was
getting a bit aroused and wet from the action on the
screen when IT HAPPENED. At first, I thought the
stranger's foot next to mine had accidentally come
into contact with me. I realised he hadn't apologised,
so he obviously had done it on purpose. After a few
seconds, I nearly jumped out of my chair with shock,
as the man placed his hand on my knee, through my
skirt.

After getting over the shock, I moved his hand off,
but a few seconds later, it was back. I again moved it
off, but he just continued putting it back there
again. Mike seemed oblivious to all this, staring
ahead at the screen.

I was breathing heavier now, but decided not to make a
scene, and let the hand stay on my knee. After a few
seconds the guy got bolder, and I felt the weird,
strange experience of a stranger begin gently stroking
my knees before ever so slowly, sliding his hand under
my skirt, and lightly and ever so slowly move onward
and upward.

I sat there frozen, but highly aroused, and could feel
myself getting hotter and wetter. It took an eternity,
but eventually he reached my panties, and began
searching for a side opening. He had rested his hand
on my hole from the outside for a few seconds, but now
he was trying to get inside them... and then he did.

Suddenly I felt Mike's hand on my knee, he was trying
to touch me up, unaware of the stranger. I stared
ahead as Mike's hand slid up my stockings and then...
looked at him as he realised a strangers hand was
already inside my knickers, fingers ever so gently
probing, touching and opening up my hole.

Mike looked shocked at first, but I guess it was what
he had wanted, however he did make a small half-
hearted effort to move the man's hand away, but was
shrugged off firmly by the man. I sat there, sopping
wet, at fever pitch and took a peep at the man who was
helping himself to me. Big Fat Dirty Old Man, but he'd
got me to such an incredible state.

The stranger tried opening my legs as best he could
with his left hand, but then slowly pulled his hand
out. I thought it was now all over, and the
adventure... fantasy... had ended. I was wrong. He
slid his left arm around my shoulders and then
squeezed me tight, pulling me toward him. He leant
across me, almost arrogantly staring at my hubby as he
did so, and blatantly slid his right hand up my skirt,
and firmly and strongly stroked and rubbed my
stockinged-legs and thighs (stockinged for my husband
later I had remembered), whilst all the time pulling
me more toward him.

I was trapped; Mike seemed in a daze, the stranger had
undone his zipper. His penis WAS much larger than
Mike's, and very, very thick. I noticed other men
sitting in front in front of us, turning and watching
me being molested by this stranger in front of my
husband. Some of them came over to the row in front of
us leaned over the seat back and stroked my legs. Then
another stranger came up behind me and leaned forward,
and slowly began caressing my tits from behind me,
lightly at first and then much, much firmer.

Dirty old man raised my right leg and firmly placed it
over his lap; everyone could see I had stockings on
now. My leg was being forced to brush his cock, whilst
he reached back over and roughly stroked my thigh up
to my panties then inside.

I was so turned on, I had to admit that I'd never been
so aroused in my life. A man asked Mike to swap seats,
he refused at first, but the man was insistent and a
bit threatening. Eventually, rather than get in a
fight, Mike went to the toilet.

I was now thoroughly trapped, thoroughly aroused, and
at the same time thoroughly afraid of being raped. It
was all TOO much. I suddenly groaned, couldn't catch
my breath, and orgasmed heavier than any time in my
life, there and then in front of all these dirty old
pervert blokes, a 60 year old guy's fingers buried in
my pussy. Some of the men grunted, and came, 2 all
over my skirt and the main perpetrator put some sperm
on his fingers and rubbed it roughly into pussy.

I wasn't on the pill, but the exoticism of the moment
was again becoming too much. The old fat guy was using
my leg to massage his enlarged cock, which I realised
was now dangerously near my hole, although I knew our
positions would make it difficult for him to penetrate
me. I came again, heavily... two orgasms in quick
succession... never known for me.

I came down from my high as Mike returned. I wanted to
go, so did he, the men in the theatre had had their
fun and now I was feeling so slutty that I needed to
get away.

My husband and I left the adult cinema, followed by
the bloke who had originally felt me up so blatantly
inside. The dirty old man, fattish 60 ish big strong
looking guy. As the man came up alongside us he asked
if he could give us a lift home.

We did have quite a long walk home so hesitantly, we
agreed. The bloke led us to his car, his arm around my
shoulders. I was glad of the lift home, after all the
excitement I'd had and a lift home seemed a nice
innocent way to end the night.

We got to the car, he opened the passenger door for
me; Mike was going to sit in the back on his own.
Warning signal?

As the guy drove, he stroked my legs at every
opportunity, told me how nice I was, how he hadn't had
sex for ages, and how he couldn't believe someone as
pretty as me could have an husband who allowed
strangers to feel them up. I explained this was a one
off, we had just fulfilled a fantasy, and that was it.

He started getting a little vulgar, asking me how far
our fantasy was going to go, how he'd like to fuck me.
After I had told him I wasn't on the pill, he'd said
how much he'd love to empty his huge load into me
filling me up with his babymakers.

Strangely, I was getting aroused again with all this
dirty talk, I wouldn't have believed that I would
have, only the day before.

Suddenly he turned off the main road and parked the
car up behind some deserted factory buildings. Before
we could say anything, he had reclined my seat and
climbed on top of me and was sliding his hands up in
my skirt. As he put his weight on me, I realised I
couldn't stop him, and Mike would have to prevent
things going too far.

The man opened my blouse and squeezed my tits roughly,
before reaching down to unbuckle his belt. That was
going too far, I thought, and think I actually
murmured a subdued no at that stage.

Mike must have heard me and he told the man to stop
and take us home. He said that we had no condoms, and
he didn't want me to be fucked by some strange guy.

The man, looked over at Mike. In that moment I saw
that if this guy wanted to do something that my
husband wouldn't be able to stop him. But then the man
said, "OK, I won't go too far. I'll stop short of
cumming in your doll." But look at her man, she's
panting for some fun."

I was so turned on by this strong older man who seemed
to dominate both of us with his presences. He held me
tight and then kissed me as he rubbed his thick cock
against my knickers. After a while, I was definitely
hotter than I'd ever been in my life before, and I
starting to lose a little control.

He slid his hands up to my panties and ever so slowly,
incredibly slowly, lowered them, bit by bit, until I
felt myself subconsciously raising my hips to help
this stranger undress me.

Mike reminded him again and he said it was alright, he
just wanted to be near my pussy when he came, which he
said he was about to. He asked me to rub his cock near
my hole and make him cum.

I felt much happier being in control and was willing
to do what he wanted. He held my hand on his cock,
making me masturbating him, all the time dangerously
near my pussy. He began kissing me again, harder, then
harder yet, I was trapped.

Suddenly it happened, he yanked my arms up over my
head, holding them tight, kissing me so fully I
couldn't moan or tell him to stop, or warn Mike, then
he was humping at me, I knew it was all over! He was
pushing into me, there was no resistance, I was so wet
and aroused that he just slipped in, literally
screwing his cock into me, penetrating me with slow
circular movements, opening me up, further and
further.

I was thrashing my legs around beneath him, but it was
no use. It was happening, a man other than my husband
was finally inside me, I was being fucked by a
complete stranger and without protection. He was
pumping away, and suddenly I realised I was liking it.
So prim and proper or not, I knew I was getting the
best sex I'd ever had in my life.

I stroked his shoulders and mewed in lust quietly
begging him to do it harder. He knew I had surrendered
to him and he released his grip and came up for air.
As he panted breathlessly, he was still relentlessly
thrusting in and out of me.

I must have looked such a slut giving myself to him
like this. What was Mike doing while this man was
forcing himself on me, where was Mike?

The stranger grunted then and I felt his body stiffen,
he growled that he couldn't hang on anymore and with
a huge, "YES!!" he began pumping his spunk deep into
my womb, his body jerking on top of mine with each jet
of cum he shout into me, and he kept cumming for the
longest time I'd ever seen.

I was soaked and nearing my own orgasm, Mike had
uttered NO just then, but I scrunched around
desperately afraid that he would hate me and got the
shock of my life. My husband had his inflated dick in
his hand and had cum all over himself. I dismissed him
as the stranger kept up the thrusts, building an
orgasm deep within me. The man kept talking dirty to
me, asking me to cum for him, to show my hubby how
turned-on I was by being fucked by a real man. How my
belly was full of his cum. How much I'd wanted it,
needed it. All the things you read in stories, and
here it was, happening to me.

I ended up even telling him I wanted his baby. I was
so aroused and his dirty talk made be beg for it. Then
it happened, I was orgasming for the third time that
day. I was well and truly fucked by this stranger. He
had had me completely.

Afterwards, my hubby looked shell shocked by it all.
As we all dressed, the man gave us his phone number,
we gave him a false one. Then we went for a drink, all
3 of us.

**

I'd had an incredible evening, first the adult cinema
experience, then car-sex with the big fat old guy
getting his first sex in ages, and using me for the
experience. What had I become? Hubby, stranger and I
all went into a nearby pub for a cooling down drink,
Mike got the drinks in, the stranger blatantly sat
next to me on a back-row of seats.

We must have looked a strange threesome to the
regulars in the pub, because I had this big older guy
with one arm around me and his other hand resting on
my knees or lap at every opportunity, and quite
obviously there was my husband, bringing our drinks
and sitting opposite us, as I was continually touched
up.

The stranger didn't seem to care about my husband,
once again, getting the subject back to sex. Norman,
as his name turned out to be, apologised for cumming
inside me, but he'd been so turned on he couldn't help
himself, and the thought of me not being on the pill
had given him such an urge to have me fully. His ex-
wife had not been able to have kids, so he got a buzz
trying to impregnate anyone he could.

Charming I thought, BUT having a family WAS in my and
my husband's plans, but for us alone. After 3 drinks,
I was so drained, I was ready for home.

As we drove, same situation as before, husband in
back, I couldn't believe it when we stopped off again
at the original spot of my first extra-marital
experience. Even though I was disheveled, worn out,
hair a sweaty mess, Norman told me how pretty I was,
and again reclined my seat, and slid his hands up my
skirt. He removed my panties, and once again clambered
on to me.

We didn't speak, Mike didn't say anything either, we
all knew what was going to happen and nobody tried to
stop it. I was kissed gently by Norman, his cock was
incredibly hard again and once more, slowly I was
being opened up and penetrated once more by him.

Without him telling me, I instinctively placed my
stockinged-legs around his waist/upper thighs and
rubbed them teasingly along his big wide body. He
smiled, we were like seasoned lovers, knowing how to
arouse each other, him knowing that to penetrate me
fully to the hilt was such an immense turn on for me,
especially comparing his size to my husband's much
smaller penis.

I knew he was right up me again, close to my womb, and
he was talking dirty again. "Do you want my spunk?" -
"Do you want every last drop inside you?" - "Do you
need MY cock?" - "Do you want this injection
regularly?" - "Do you want my baby?"

Finally I responded, "YES!" I gasped to all his
questions. I couldn't have a fourth orgasm in one
night, surely? Yes, I did, I now knew I just wanted
HIM to cum. To cum inside me, have his way with me, do
what he wants and empty his balls into me. Make me
pregnant, I didn't care, I just wanted the power to
make him cum. So I began caressing his bum cheeks,
before squeezing them with all my might.

"Cum in me," I murmured, looking into his eyes.
"You've had me fully, you'll make me pregnant, come on
big boy, empty yourself in me, you're so much more of
a man than my husband has ever been, prove it now,
come on..." Story fantasy stuff, I know, but ALL TRUE
and happening to me.

Me talking dirty to him this time was all it needed,
he grunted and his body jerked as he shot another load
of cum deep into my belly. He pumped for all he was
worth.

Finally, we were all done, fucked, shagged out. Still
on top of me he rubbed my belly and smiled. I knew
what he was thinking.

As we finally went our separate ways, us with his
phone number, him with the false one, we were careful
to have him to drop us off away from our house.

***

Two months later, we rang him and met him in a pub, he
immediately assumed the dominant role again, sending
hubby to the bar, me sitting next to him, his arm
around me.

As he stroked my tummy, with my hubby sat opposite, I
broke the news. He had gotten me pregnant. "Oh
Michelle,' he said enthusiastically. "that's grand
news." He began to firmly caressing my knees and
thighs, blatantly in front of Mike who although quiet,
looked as if he had expected this all along. He really
didn't seem to mind.

Norman, my stranger, spent the rest of the night
stroking my stockinged thighs, caressing me, rubbing
my belly, telling us how wonderful it was to have put
someone as pretty as me in the family way. Mike just
accepted it all.

We went out, and Norman gently put some more of HIS
baby juice in me in the car, as we made love, and
ensured the baby would get well used to mummy's
lover's sperm joining it in the womb.

We met about once a month, I didn't want much more
contact with him than that. Our routine was pretty
standard. We would meet at dinner time, Mike would
watch as my lover caressed my legs and belly gently or
firmly as he desired, we would go shopping for
maternity clothes, which Norman would pay for, as most
of the clothes were of his choice, I was just to wear
them, Mike had no say, then we would stop off for
Norman to make love to me, and pump more spunk inside
my rapidly growing belly.

I grew pretty quick, we had arranged early on that we
would not have any further contact after about 8
months, when I was really large. After each liaison,
Norman would keep my panties, and it turned me on
knowing that this dirty old guy was probably bragging
to his friends how he was shagging some young pretty
not-getting-enough housewife.

On our final meeting we went to his flat, and he took
some pictures of me, dressed in my large pink
maternity smock, and flat shoes, and some of me
undressed, as he promised not to show them to anyone,
he wanted them as his souvenir.

I didn't mind, I had something from him after all, and
Mike had had his fantasy fulfilled... more than he'd
expected, I'd guess.

We never saw Norman after that, I expect he has happy
memories when he thinks about me and masturbate over
my panties, looking at my pictures. Mike and I are
still happily in love.

Michelle xx

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Authors name: Elmer B. Ben (elmer...@hotmail.com)
Story title : Yolanda's Story

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Yolanda's Story (MMF, reluc, v, fantasy)
by Elmer B. Ben (elmer...@hotmail.com)

***

Yolanda Price awakens to find she has been transported
to some strange place and time out of sync with all she
has previously known. It is an English speaking country,
perhaps eighteenth century England, but this is also
unclear. At any rate she is befriended by a helpful
rogue named Tom Turner. Tom, unhappily, turns out to be
an enemy of the king. It is here Yolanda's troubles
truly begin.

Yolanda's Story
The Arrest And Interrogation
The Trial
Yolanda In Prison
The Punishment

Part I: Yolanda relives the terror up to now...

The cell was cold, not unbearably so, but it certainly
was uncomfortable. Yolanda shivered despite the thin
woolen blanket that covered her. She lay back on the
pile of fresh straw that had been provided for her and
tried to blot out the horror of the past few days. Where
was she? What had happened to her? What would be the
outcome of all this? Would she ever return to the
comfort of her twenty first century suburban home?

The thought of that home and what she had left behind
brought fresh tears. She didn't know where she was now
or to what point in time she had been transported. She
could not sleep; sleep was impossible. She could only
relive the events of the past few days in her tortured
mind.

She had been at the Farmer's Market gathering the last
items for the evening meal when they approached her. Two
men in three quarter length coats, peaked hats, breeches
with knee stockings and high buckled shoes. "Yer name
Yolanda Price?" Yolanda nodded in the affirmative. "I be
Constable Barnstover an' this be my assistant Oliver
Korn." He indicated a lanky goofy looking youth with
stringy hair and buckteeth. Oliver had a perpetual silly
grin on his thin pock marked face.

Constable Barnstover was a bull of a man, not tall but
stockily built. His cocked hat sat atop a shock of dark
red hair. His face maintained a built in scowl and he
tended to draw his lips back in a sort of snarl when he
spoke. "I have here a warrant for your arrest and have
been ordered by the magistrate at Derry to take yer into
custody at first sight."

Yolanda started nearly dropping her recent purchase.
"Why what am I being arrested for," she asked. "The
warrant charges harboring a fugitive from the King's
justice and aiding and abetting him in concealing his
ill gotten gain. Er, what say ye to that?" Before she
could answer Yolanda was manacled and propelled toward a
waiting carriage. The horror had begun.

Yolanda and the Prosecutor:

His Excellence, she learned was his Title and was to be
so addressed, sat back in his large leathern chair and
took a good sip of brandy from the snifter he was
holding. He offered her a glass but she refused
demanding to know what this was all about. "I hear you
are new in these parts" he stated failing to answer her
question. "Yes I don't understand why I am here myself.
I know I don't belong here, nor do I belong here in your
presence for I have done nothing wrong."

His Excellence shook his head in puzzlement. "I do not
understand why you say you do not belong here. Surely
you deserve to stand to be before me for official
inquiry. You are charged with harboring a fugitive. It
is a crime against his Majesty. surely you realize
that." What fugitive. I know of no criminal. I know of
only man in this strange country and he is no fugitive
from your justice."

"You speak of Tom Turner. But he is a fugitive, a thief
and a brigand. Is he your lover?"

Yolanda gasped. Surely Tom Turner, the only man who had
shown her kindness since she had arrived in this awful
place could not be what His Excellence made him out to
be. "Well, that's it isn't it? He has already admitted
to the same. It was he who named you as concealing his
person from the authorities. Where do you think we got
your name for the warrant? No one knows you hereabouts.
Have you been sent as a spy from the Prussians, or sent
perhaps by the Russians possibly? I assure you we will
find out and you will be severely punished for what you
have been charged with."

Yolanda rose briefly from her seat across the broad desk
from the Prosecutor. "I'm sorry I did not know he was
wanted and I am most assuredly not a spy." We will soon
know. I advise you to tell all now, both about your
mission here and all you know about Tom Turner. If not
you will be subject to the most painful and humiliating
examination." With that the Prosecutor set his glass
down and called for the guard.

Knowing nothing, really, about Tom, except that to save
himself some additional anguish whether physical or
mental he had betrayed her, falsely, to these cruel
people. Also, being at a loss, herself as to why she was
in this strange time and place she could only deny
taking part in the espionage of which she now stood
accused.

Examination, she learned, was another word for
questioning or more harshly, interrogation. Failing to
obtain the desired information the next step could only
be described as torture. Yolanda could offer no
explanation for her plight nor any secret knowledge she
might harbor of Tom Turner's nefarious activities.
Yolanda's fate it seemed was sealed.

It was now Prosecutor became what could only be
described as solicitous of Yolanda. After all, she
appeared a very comely, very comely indeed, wench. Her
face angelically lovely, her lush mane of dark auburn
hair framing that lovely face possessed highlights
galore, He longed to run his fingers through that thick
curly hear, perhaps grab a handful and pull her head
back to kiss her roughly and thereafter demand his due.
Her figure was somewhat obscured by her floor length
dress and the voluminous petticoats that were the order
of the day. He vowed he would remedy that soon enough.

"You have, I would venture, heard of the third degree?"
he began. She nodded her assent. "You have just
experienced the first, questioning. I'm sure you know
the third---- expiation." "You mean torture don't you?
Why don't you say it? It will do you no good for I know
nothing and could tell you nothing of what you seek,
even to save myself from your cruelty."

"You know I'm beginning to believe you but I must know
and you will tell all, unfortunately only after your are
very tired and in terrible pain and---" He paused.
"Unfortunately, only after your beautiful body has been
scarred by the terrible instruments we shall have to
employ to secure your cooperation."

Yolanda shivered, she suddenly felt very faint. Was
there no way out of this nightmare?

"There is of course the second part of the process. You
are to be allowed to inspect the implements which we use
and be explained the methods that would be employed
should you still refuse to cooperate. This is the second
degree."

Amanda sighed a deep sigh of relief. The worst was not
to come, yet.

"But first in order to impress you with the full effect
of you education it is best you be in the state you
would be were you to undergo the ordeals of which you
will learn. That is you must be naked during the
demonstration."

Yolanda was startled by this and the further order to
strip immediately, down to shoes garters and stockings.
When she hesitated the Prosecutor shrugged
indifferently.

"Very well." He motioned to two surly looking unshaven
brutes dressed in oily looking leathern breeches,
shirtless, hairy chested fiends who leered expectantly
at Yolanda's slight figure. "Strip her well. Cut her
clothes off and dispose of them in the forge" he
ordered.

Yolanda gasped her protest. "No," she cried. "I'll do
it."

The Prosecutor's mood changed from solicitous to
threatening. "Too late," he shouted. "You must learn to
take us seriously." With that one of the brutes grabbed
both her wrists holding her arms high above her head.
The other producing a large, evil looking knife, grabbed
her dress collar slipping the blade between her garments
and the soft skin of her back.

With a few deft strokes he sliced away her garments from
neckline to hem. The cold steel of the knife barely
touching her sent cold chills down her back. With one
hard pull he tore the rest of her flimsy covering. Her
flesh spilled out of the torn garments, quivering in the
dim light of the chamber. She instinctively crossed her
arms over her now bare breasts then one small hand moved
quickly to the dark triangle at the apex of her ivory
thighs. She shivered both from the cold and the terrible
embarrassment she felt at her exposure.

She could do nothing save stand there helplessly while
all three men feasted their hungry eyes on her
voluptuous form. For an interminable time she stood
there while they admired her succulent nudity. She
looked down at her feet and spied a shard of the dress
she had worn. She started to bend over to pick it up and
one of the brutes snatched it from her grasp at the last
moment.

She felt the hard slap of a doubled up belt across her
naked buttocks as the other gave he a smart whack for
her trouble. Without thinking she uncovered her pubis to
rub her smarting posterior. Suddenly discovering her
error she moved quickly to re cover her privacy. The
Prosecutor grabbed her wrist before she could do so.
"Hands at your sides" he ordered. She quavered at his
demeanor. Thus they tormented and teased Yolanda for
several minutes.

At last a heavy leathern belt was strapped about her
waist and from it were restraining cuffs, which secured
her hands at her sides. She was then taken to the far
dungeon where the fiendish devices used to extract both
information and confessions from helpless prisoners were
shown and explained to her. There was the iron maiden,
the stretch rack, the torture chair with the hole in the
seat and the pot of glowing coals below that opening.

There was the forge and the bellows from which protruded
the handles of various hot pokers and tongs. There was
the wheel over which the unfortunate victim could be
placed on his back and stretched by an expansion of the
spokes of the wheel. Then there was the wheel which
could be turned to immerse the criminal's h ad and
shoulders for endless seconds, then to bring him or her
up from the water sputtering and choking to be subject
to further questioning or to give his/her confession,
guilty or nor, in order to avoid further anguish. The
last item a large X frame rack from which Tom Turner
hung by his wrists, naked, weights hanging from his
testicles.

Yolanda cried out in anger at this. Tom uttered an
agonized "I'm sorry Yolanda. I didn't mean to---." His
words died away to a nearly soundless mutter. Yolanda
was quickly led away and as she was taken from the
chamber she spotted one of the sadistic brutes that
worked in this hellish place take a red-hot smoking iron
from the forge. Tom's scream echoed down the hallway as
she was hustled away. Her knees gave way and she
fainted.

It was much later she awoke, The shoes and stockings
were gone replaced by crude sandals on her feet and a
flimsy shapeless gray shift the covered her body. They
were her only clothing. She lay in a very comfortable
bed in what appeared to be a man's bedchamber. A
fireplace burned cheerily at the far wall across from
the bed a trio of candle sconces further illuminated the
room. Shadows danced played on the light hued walls, the
lames from the candles and the fireplace flickered and
danced as well. Yolanda reached for a cover.

It was then she discovered the Prosecutor sipping his
accursed brandy and studying her intensely. It was then,
too, she discovered she had been bathed and her hair
carefully brushed. She felt languorous and comfortable.
Had she been drugged? His Excellence rose and covered
her with a blanket. "Rest well, Yolanda. I need nothing
more in the way of information from you. Tom has told us
all we need. I need only your confession to some minor
matters in order to justify my holding you. We'll
discuss that in the morning. You can save both yourself
and Tom further pain if you comply."

Yolanda complied. There was little else she could do.
There was one more thing though. One more price to pay
to secure her freedom. That was to giver herself to the
Prosecutor. She complied with that demand, also. She
wanted only to leave this place, to be free, one more
humiliation did not matter that much. It was not that
easy and the time did not pass that quickly.

The Prosecutor was not a one-night stand man and his
sexual appetite tended to the kinky at times but he did
make her orgasm time after time. She was his sex slave
for more than a week before he tired of her. For what
seemed endless hours she laid trembling and quivering
under his ministrations. She learned sexual practices
that would make a New Orleans whore blush. But at last
she was free.
She walked from the jail into the clear bright sunlight
of day breathing once again the clean fresh air of
liberty. How good it felt! One day her horrible,
frightening experience would fade from her thoughts and
she would be truly free and--- and ----happy.

Perhaps she would never escape this strange land and
this time out of place into which she had been thrust
but even if this were to be the case, she would find
happiness---- somehow." As these thoughts crossed her
mind she espied dour constable and his witless
assistant. "Ay there Miss Yolanda Price, I have again a
warrant for yer arrest." "And what for, pray tell, this
time," she called out angrily. "Warrant charging escape
from custody and requested by His Excellence, the Royal
Provincial Prosecutor," the constable answered.

If you liked this let me know and I'll continue with the
trial, imprisonment and eventual punishment of heroic
Yolanda, as well as the surprising conclusion. Enjoy
reading of her travails as she is "fucked over" by the
men in her life.

Cordially, Elmer

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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Yolanda - Part 2 (MMF, exh, reluc)

by Elmer B. Ben (elmer...@hotmail.com)

***

The continuation of Yolanda's Story. Betrayed by her
friend Tom Turner she is turned over to the lecherous
prosecutor. She lets herself be taken advantage of
sexually in order to avoid prison. But then even worse,
she is re-arrested on charges by the prosecutor. Now she
must face trial and perhaps prison and even some form of
corporal punishment. This part of the story begins just
after her re-arrest.

***


*** Trial and Prison ***

Yolanda is arraigned before His Majesty's First Court of
Record and enters an innocent plea. She is not
represented by counsel.

His Honor Judge Terwilliger: "The Court accepts your not
guilty plea and will set a date for your trial in due
time."

"Thank you your Honor, for I am truly innocent. I did not
escape from custody. I was ordered released by the High
Prosecutor."

"Is that true Bailiff, where are the release orders for
this woman?"

"The jailor advised they came through unsigned, Sir. I
can have him before the court to testify if need be."

"Hmmmph! I don't like the sound of this. The fact papers
came down, whether or not unsigned must have signified
the Prosecutor's intent to release her. It will be
brought to the attention of The High Supreme Tribunal of
this. Why was a warrant issued?"

Yolanda sees a glimmer of hope. The judge seems a fair
man. She asks, "Does that mean I am acquitted Your
Honor?"

"Unfortunately, no, my dear. This is but an arraignment;
there must be a full trial to determine your guilt or
innocence."

The judge leans over the bench and whispers, "In my
opinion, off the record of course it would seem you have
a good chance for exculpation on this particular charge."

"You will, of course, require counsel and it would be
best if you not be incarcerated in the interim. Do you
wish to name counsel at this time for the Court record?"

"I have no funds to hire a Barrister, Your Honor. Can the
Court appoint one for me?"

"The Court cannot recommend counsel. It must be impartial
in all matters and are you asking for a pro Bono
representative? Surely the court cannot compel a
barrister to defend you. That is entirely up to you to
secure counsel, however you may."

"I... I'm sorry your Honor, I just thought... where I
came from, my country, courts are required to appoint
counsel if a defendant can not afford one."

"Why I never heard of such a thing. However I will accept
a signature bond and set trial for a fortnight from
tomorrow at His Majesty's High Court. You will be
notified of the exact time so make yourself available. If
your whereabouts is unknown you may be subject to re-
arrest. Is that clear?"


*** The Trial ***


Desolate, Yolanda can only hope this nightmare will end
and she will be back in twenty first century suburbia
before the dreaded fortnight has passed. Having lost her
lodging after her first arrest and the arrest of Tom
Turner she gives her present abode as the City Poorhouse
where she is certain she can find a place to stay by
doing odd jobs such as sweeping and mopping the floors,
assisting in the laundry washing the filthy bedclothes
from that facility and, perhaps, emptying and cleaning
the numerous slopjars.

Unbeknownst to her a heretofore-unknown benefactor has
witnessed her ordeal in court. One Lady Jennifer Barstow,
daughter of a Lord of the Royal Parliament and... sister
to an up and coming, though clientless, young barrister,
one Percival Barstow 111, has taken mercy on her.

It is in the poorhouse they meet, these two women. Lady
Jennifer, a kind young woman and defender of the down and
out befriends Yolanda and offers her own home for
Yolanda's residence for the duration of her troubles. It
is through Jennifer's coaxing her brother, Percival,
becomes Yolanda's Counsel before the Court. Despite
Jennifer's good intentions this will again place Yolanda
in a compromising position for Percival does not have the
same generous, charitable nature as his sister.

"I understand my sister has furnished you lodging for the
past week."

"Yes, she has, and for that I am most grateful."

"Board and an addition to your wardrobe as well."

"Yes, and it is my sincere hope to repay her in some
way...when I can."

"I am additionally informed she has practically
volunteered my services for you in matters before the
High Court."

"I would be most grateful for I am unfamiliar with the
ways of the law. I assure you I will find some way to
repay you for your services."

"Pay yes, repay no. I require payment in advance, or
didn't she tell you?"

"We did not speak of payment. I have no funds and the
only employment I have found was at the city poorhouse in
exchange for my keep. Then only for a short while until
your sister...."

"There are other methods of settling an obligation rather
than money. Did my sister mention that?"

"Well, no... I just thought...."

"As a matter of fact I have already taken your case and
acted in your behalf. The prosecutor has been convinced
of the weakness of his case against you for escape from
custody. He has had that charge dismissed."

"Why that is wonderful. I'm so grateful. Does that mean
there will be no trial?"

"Were that the only charge but he has decided to press
the original complaint of harboring a fugitive and
conspiring against His Majesty the King. The sentence you
face could be death by hanging."

"But I thought..."

"I have convinced the Court to have you brought in on a
summons. Until such time as the Court releases you you
are to remain in my...and my sister's of course, custody.
As to payment I should think this a good time to discuss
that."

Yolanda sees the same look of lust in Percival's eyes as
in those of the Prosecutor; she feels, in addition, the
same sense of being trapped as with the Prosecutor. "And
what would you have me do in return for your services."
She emphasizes the in return in her retort.

"I see you remained for a week in the Prosecutor's
personal custody." He shuffles a sheaf of papers,
obviously a report of her former detainment, "And what
did you do to earn your release at that time?"

Yolanda blushes crimson. She learns the prosecutor has a
reputation, one that rubs off on his victims; it has
rubbed off on Yolanda.

"We both know what you did, not precisely what you did
but very near to what occurred. I would have you relate
the adventure to me in detail. Mustn't leave anything
out. I want my money's worth for my efforts which, I
assure you, will save your pretty neck."

In abject humiliation Yolanda will reveal the intimacies
she has been forced to share with the High Prosecutor.
Not before one last demand by Percival, however. He
requires she stand before him naked and relate the
happenings to him.

An hour goes by. Yolanda stands before Percival clad only
in stockings and garters and the high button shoes she
has received as a gift from Jennifer. She has told all
but the most salacious practices the prosecutor has
forced her to participate in. Percival has withdrawn a
sizable male member from his breeches and occasionally
strokes it as she tells him the dirtiest most outrageous
things. Occasionally he has her pause to fondle and kiss
her lewdly.

"You seem to be growing tired standing. I know you have
much more to say. I know there were nastier things the
prosecutor required of you than you have told me. To aid
you in your efforts you may sit" He points to a small low
table on which he places a pillow. "Sit here with your
legs spread and your knees high. Place your hands palm up
on the tops of your thighs. Draw your feet under you a
bit. Ah, that's it. Now go on with your story."

Exposed before him in the most indecent manner, showing
her submission by this vulgar pose Yolanda is nonetheless
excited by the thought this spectacle must present to
him. Unshielded from his leer and the frank inspection of
her charms she continues with her version of the week
with the Prosecutor. Percival continues to masturbate.
She is not surprised that near the end of her
dissertation he suddenly alights from his chair and
kneels before her open thighs. She is ordered to go on
with her story as Percival practices cunnilingus upon
her.

Some few minutes later Percival picks her up and throws
her bodily on the floor and mounts her. It is there she
has her third orgasm. Later in Percival's bedroom she
will be caused to have three more. For the next week she
remains Percival's personal sex toy. It will be worth it
all to be exonerated in Court, she believes. But where
has Jennifer gone?

The trial seems hopeless for her. Percival must face the
odious and experienced Prosecutor, a man of little
character but much power. There are no character
witnesses to testify in Yolanda's behalf, only Jennifer.
Her brother will not let her take the stand though. He
does not want the family's name sullied by her being
associated with such as Yolanda. Jennifer protests but to
no avail. Her brother will have the last word on this
matter.

The most damning evidence is her relationship with Tom
Turner, a known and confessed enemy of the king. He will
be brought to testify for the prosecution. It is in his
best interests, in order to save himself from hanging, no
less, to present good evidence for the state. Percival,
on whose shoulders Yolanda's hopes rest believes his best
interests lie in not offending so high a personage as the
Royal Prosecutor. This writer wishes to spare the reader
the details of the pitifully weak case Percival presents.
Yolanda sees, for the last time!

Tom Turner, as he enters the courtroom much bent over (a
result of his treatment in the Prosecutor's dungeon)
walking with the aid of a stout stick.

It is Tom's testimony that seals Yolanda's fate. Once
again as he passes her upon leaving he whispers, "I'm
Sorry Yolanda, I had to do it."

Yolanda is sentenced immediately. She stands alone at the
dock awaiting the Judge's decision. Percival has vanished
into the crowd. It is Jennifer who comes forward to stand
beside her. The Judge raps his gavel on the polished oak
of his desk and calls for order in the courtroom.

The prison is as one would imagine it to be, gray and
foreboding, isolated on a bleak island well offshore, the
European Alcatraz of its day. Here Yolanda is brought in
chains alone now and bereft of her only true friend. It
is not to be a long stay she knows, only a month or two
before her sentence is carried out. One fine day at the
pleasure and convenience of the Warden she is to be led
naked to the massive whipping post in the center of the
prison courtyard and there to receive no less than thirty
stripes. Thereafter her fate is uncertain.

Naked she is subjected to the mandatory examination by
the prison physician, a man who takes great delight in
this particular duty. The rough examination includes a
thorough exploration of Yolanda's bodily orifices as one
would expect. Afterward she is bathed in cold water and
scrubbed down with a harsh soap and stiff bristled brush.
She is given a simple gray shift to wear and a cheap pair
of open sandals. She is led down the gloomy hallway to
her small, bare cell lit only by a small skylight. This
will be her home for the next two months while she awaits
the whip.

To Be Continued: Yolanda's Punishment and the Conclusion
of Her Story...

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does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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Story title : Yolanda's Story: Part 3

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Yolanda's Story: Part 3 (MMF, exh, nc, ws, v)

by Elmer B. Ben (elmer...@hotmail.com)

***

Yolanda having been transported to eighteenth Century
Europe from her comfortable middle class 21st century
suburban life finds her fate a sorry one in this strange
place from the past. Betrayed by almost every man she
meets she is arrested, humiliated, forced to accept
unwelcome sexual advances and finally imprisoned
awaiting corporal punishment at the whipping post. She
longs to return to our present time and misses greatly
her only one true friend in this strange time and place,
Jennifer Barstow, the sister of her erstwhile lawyer,
Percival Barstow. What is to be her ultimate fate?

Punishment

They come for her in the darkest, coldest part of the
night, the hour before dawn, She hears their heavy boots
clomping on the cobblestone floor of the corridor of her
cell block long before they reach the door to her cell
and pause there. She hears hushed voices in the hallway
and her heart skips several beats as she hears the heavy
iron key rattling in the lock. She has not slept well
since she arrived here at Grey Rock Prison. Each day,
each hour could bring the dreaded carrying out of her
sentence, her sentence of harsh corporal punishment.

Moreover the time frame allotted by the court of two
months has nearly expired and she has known the time
must be near. The seven plus weeks in this hellhole have
not been pleasant, the food has been vile and cold, the
sanitary facilities nonexistent except for the odiferous
little pile of straw in the corner one day replaced by
the equally odiferous chamber pot. A bucket of cold
water and a dipper has served both for quenching her
thirst and minimal bathing. There are the weekly bathing
sessions, however, performed with the hard milled soap
and cold water by a fellow inmate, a shy unhappy woman
embarrassed by such an onerous task.

This presided over by a chief wardress gleefully openly
enjoying the discomfiture of the two women. Then, too,
is the cold dank atmosphere of her cell, especially at
nighttime. She soon learns basic comforts are to be paid
for or rather earned in her case. The price of a warm
blanket offered by a male guard is fallatio performed at
his whim; warm water for her bath and being allowed to
perform her own ablution is bought at orally pleasuring
the wardress. Mild soap and warm water for the weekly
bath are bought at the expense of more extensive sexual
favors.

Shame and dignity must be cast aside if she is to endure
what is to come and, to survive what is beyond Twice she
has received visitors, the first time blessed sweet
Jennifer who apologizes profusely for her brother's
betrayal (he has since secured a position with the
Prosecutor's office as assistant in matters of
misdemeanors, a fairly lucrative position for a young,
as yet inexperienced, barrister); it is Jennifer who
offers her lodging and help in gaining some sort of
gainful and legitimate employment after her ordeal here
is past.

On the second visit Jennifer brings with her the judge
who presided over her arraignment. He is a kindly man
who sympathizes with her predicament and pronounces his
regrets he could do no more for her at the arraignment.
He is likewise interested in her version of the
unfamiliar legal concepts. He is mystified from whence
and where she came. Yolanda is no help there for she is
as puzzled as anyone else by what has happened to her.

Within her still stirs the faint hope the situation will
reverse itself and she will return home before the worst
happens. But the time as come and there is no longer
time for hope. Things will move fast from now on and
Yolanda will have little time for thought or for hope.
She has lain awake this night as many nights before,
lain awake in uneasy anticipation of what must surely be
near, the carrying out of her harsh sentence in this
awful place. She has lain on her straw tick watching
through the small barred window at the ominous shadows
dancing on the wall of the corridor, shadows cast by the
flickering flames of the torches that line the walls at
intervals along the corridors. The light from these
torches flood her cell as the door creaks open on rusty
hinges and the guards enter.

Two of the men stand just inside her cell on either side
of the open doorway; another, the captain of the guard
enters and stands before her bed. "Arise and stand
before us," he commands.

Yolanda complies standing on shaking legs before him her
hands at her sides. "Remove yer garment," he commands.

Yolanda shivers in the early morning cold taken from the
warm blanket and straw tick to stand naked before them.
Goose pimples break out and she involuntarily rubs her
arms and hugs her arms around her body for what little
warmth that will afford. The guards step back enjoying
her display of nudity as well as her obvious
discomfiture. The captain produces a legal document from
his westcot and proceeds to read it. "Yolanda Price,
name of record from the High Court of His Majesty, I am
obliged to read ye the following.."

Upon reading pronouncement of her sentence and intent to
carry it out at this time the captain produces wrist and
leg shackles which Yolanda must wear to the post.

"Please, must I be naked all the way there? Can I not be
covered at least until it is time?" she asks tearfully.
The captain produces a short cape, one that will not
cover the whole of Yolanda's privacy as she would wish,
but is better than nothing she thinks. Even this small
deference to her wishes is to have its price Yolanda
soon discovers.

Grabbing a handful of her long thick hair the captain
bends her head back and kisses her roughly. Thereupon he
fondles her intimately in the presence of the other two
men who stand there looking on leering obscenely. Not
wanting to "hog the patch" as he puts it the captain
offers Yolanda to the other two quickly go about the
business of passing her back and forth between
themselves and the captain all the while taking the most
outrageous and indecent liberties with her person.
However unwilling Yolanda submits and becomes sexually
aroused. Looking up at the lightening day beyond the
skylight the captain admonishes, "We'd better get to it
boys er we'll be late an' the warden won't like that
I'll tell ye".

One last indignity before Yolanda can don the cape and
be led shackled down the long hallway of the cell block
to the prison courtyard where she is to be flogged
before witnesses: one last indignity and one last
humiliation she must endure.

"It is best ye relieve yerself if ye haven't lately
miss. Best to do it now than when ye stand at the post
and can't help it before them people out there."

One of the guards retrieves the soiled chamber pot from
the far corner of the cell and shoves it between
Yolanda's quivering thighs. Thus she is invited to piss
in their presence rather than before the spectators
gathered outside.

Reluctantly she complies, the guards leering gleefully
as she does so. In this manner Yolanda is treated in the
moments before she is to receive more pain and
humiliation than she has never heretofore known.
Yolanda's courage fails her as she is led down the long
gray corridor and at last her knees, shaky at best, give
way beneath her. She begins to sob, tears stream down
her face and her heart beats wildly.

A guard on each side of her holds her up by her upper
arms, the captain following behind unceremoniously
gooses her, bringing fresh sobs and tears.

Stopping at the end of the long corridor at the huge
iron door that leads out into the courtyard they listen
as the last sharp cracks of a whip land on yielding
tender flesh and faint screams subside from whatever
convict presently stands at the awful gibbet. Yolanda
hears and believes the screams come from another female.
As the prisoner, after being loosed from her bonds, is
half led half carried past the iron door Yolanda judges
the soft moans she hears to be female. She will sound
like that she thinks.

In the short moments before they enter the courtyard
Yolanda's guards show no compassion or pity. They molest
her furiously, french kissing her roughly, squeezing,
pinching and inserting rough fingers into soft tender
parts of Yolanda's anatomy. The sheer excitement of it
all arouses her, much to her chagrin. The door opens on
to a rush of newly cold air but also to a bright sun
appearing over the eastern wall of the prison.

Yolanda and her guards are bathed in bright morning
sunlight much to the delight of the audience assembled
there. They are gathered there to watch a naked female
prisoner, this time a very beautiful naked female
prisoner, be ruthlessly scourged by the masked beetle
who stands near the Post carefully oiling and flexing
his instruments of torture. This is common in this time
and place; invitees of the warden and those who pay a
pretty price to watch such a spectacle are gathered on
this cold crisp morning.

Amanda shivers anew, trembling violently as he is led
out the doorway. Determined to maintain a modicum of
poise and dignity Yolanda refuses the assistance of her
guards and strides determinedly toward the tall black
post at the center of the courtyard. On wobbling knees
she approaches it appalled at the sight of it but with
head still held high. For long moments she approaches it
not seeming to draw any nearer with each step. The walk
seems interminable. Though, at last, she is there.

The Post as it is euphemistically called is in reality a
tall black pole from which protrudes a braced arm from
which dangles a thick hemp rope from which in turn
dangle long leather straps. Attached to these are fur
lined leather shackles. A notch at the top of the arm
allows the hemp line to be either lengthened or
shortened as to the times it is looped in the notch. A
prisoner is generally hoisted almost on to tiptoes so
that his (or her) body is stretched taut for the most
advantageous exposure to the whip. Yolanda stands in the
shadow of this monstrous structure and peers up the
length of the thing. In spite of her self she quavers
and fresh tears fill her eyes.

"Please don't..." she whispers, her voice trailing of
into nothingness.

Two assistants of the beetle step forward and take the
place of her guards. They quickly strip away the cape
and render her perfectly naked. Even the thin sandals
are removed from her feet. The small crowd assembled
cheers. As Yolanda's arms are pulled far above her head
and her slight wrists fastened in the leathern shackles
Amanda peers into the far corner of the courtyard in the
directions of the assemblage. Perhaps the prosecutor is
there, perhaps even Percival Barstow. Surely not Tom
Turner; he could not afford such entertainment.

The audience, however, is shielded in shadows and
Yolanda cannot perceive individual faces. Here men sit
in attendance with reluctant wives or mistresses. Some
have employed the services of ladies of ill repute, some
of whom have stood at this very post themselves,
convicted of prostitution or perhaps occasionally of
thievery. Male hands furtively steal underneath
voluminous skirts and female hands slip under lap robes
and light blankets to fondle the male genitalia of their
companions. Most all have paid a pretty price, indeed,
for this entertainment and intend to enjoy it to the
fullest. Liquor flasks warm the innards of male and
female alike as they await the fun to come.

At last Yolanda is secured to the post in a manner
suiting the wishes of the beetle. Displayed to the
fullest, stretched taut and fully exposed to the eyes of
the onlookers Yolanda is breathtaking in her beauty. A
sigh of satisfaction is heard in the direction of the
onlookers.

Overcome by fear and excitement Yolanda is overcome by
the sheer power and expectancy of the movement. Her body
weak, chest heaving Yolanda surrenders her self to the
intense eroticism of the moment. Fully aware of what
effect she is having on the spectators Yolanda
surrenders her self to the power of her sexuality.
Already partially aroused by the actions of the guards
she abandons herself further hoping her arousal will
ease the sting of the whip and certainly lessen the
awful embarrassment. It is the beetle that aids her.

Laying aside the whips and the oiling pans he has until
now busied him self he steps back to enjoy the complete
and utterly enticing display of female nudity before
him. Then stepping forward he begins to touch and stroke
Yolanda's bare body. With gentle and deft fingers he
touches her distended nipples, cups his hand over the
bowls of her full bosoms. strokes her smooth soft inner
thighs. He kisses her shoulders, strokes his hand
lightly over her tight, flat belly. Lastly he cups a
hand over her throbbing sex, lightly stroking her
tingling clitoris with a practiced fingertip.

Yolanda is made to orgasm in public-to the cheers of the
onlookers. The time for play is over now. He steps back
and picks up his favorite whip, limber and supple, well
oiled braided and fringed at the tip. Yolanda takes one
last look at the morning sun, at the nearly cloudless
blue sky before she closes her eyes. Already she hears
the sharp hiss of the stroke as the whip cuts through
the crisp morning air. She braces herself (a mistake)
just before the lash burns a line of hot stinging fire
across her quivering buttocks.

Mercifully, Yolanda faints immediately.


Conclusion

"Andi, Andi..." Yolanda opens her eyes to the sound of
her nickname. She has not heard it for how long? "Andi
are you all right? Maybe you'd better wake up now."

The voice is familiar. Familiar and it awakens anger in
Yolanda. Sitting upright in her bed in her home in
Binghamton, NY she winces in momentary pain.
Instinctively reaching back she runs her fingers
gingerly over the angry red welt that runs all the way
across both cheeks of her tender ass. Then she turns her
head to look straight into the concerned face of...Tom
Turner.

"You son of a..." she starts to say then remembers all
has changed somehow. She is home! Thank God and all that
is holy he is home and in her own comfortable bed. "Andi
we were so worried about you. You had that terrible
fever and kept turning and tossing in your sleep. I
think you were delirious. You kept talking in your sleep
and saying things that didn't make any sense."

He left out the parts where she had orgasmed several
times and peed the bed once. Tears filled Yolanda's
eyes. "I'm sorry Tommy," she told her boyfriend, "I just
had this terrible nightmare and in my dream you..." She
did not finish nor did she show him the big sore place
on her ass. "Strangest thing I wanted to tell you-
there's a girl downstairs. She's really weird. She's
dressed in old, I mean old time clothes and she talks
kind of weird, too. She says she doesn't know where she
is or what day it is but something told her to come
here, like she had a premonition or something I guess."

Yolanda sat up straight in bed, fully awake now. "Go on,
go ahead. What else did she say?"

"She said her name was Jenny, Jenny Barrow or Jenny
Barlow. Something like that."

"You mean Jennifer Barstow don't you?"

"Yeah, that's it. I told her this was your place and I'd
let you know she was here as soon as I could. She seemed
to know you but I never heard you mention her except..."

"Except you heard me say her name in my delirium."

"Yeah, that's it. How did you know?"

"I just did, Tommy. Did you treat her well?"

"Of course I did. I sat her down and asked her if she
wanted something to drink while she waited." She said,
"A spot of tea would be fine."

"Now who talks like that?"

"Never mind. I'm going to get up and shower now. Tell
her I'll be down in a few. Tell her that she's come to
the right place; that I'm here and everything is going
to be all right. Be kind to her."

"Yes ma'am. I'm sure glad to see you'r finally well,
Andi." Tommy turns to leave and just reaches the bedroom
door when she calls. "Oh, and Tommy, I want you to know
I forgive you."

"Forgive me. Forgive me for what?"

"Never mind. Just care for our guest till I get there."
As he leaves Tommy Turner is heard to mutter, "Women,
who can figure them."

FIN (As they say at the end of the art theatre movie)
Elmer B. Ben

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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Screwing at School - 1
by Alex Hawk (alex...@operamail.com)

***

Health class provides interesting inspiration for a
young girl and boy. (mf-yteens, 1st)

***

Blayn and I were sitting across from each other in our
school cafeteria. He was twelve and I was eleven and
we'd gotten to be good friends during the last couple
months. Even though he was a few months older than me,
he was in the same grade. He'd been sick a lot when he
was a kid and had missed some school.

"So what did you think about the movie, Eliza?" he
asked around a mouthful of pizza.

I chewed on my food and thought about the question. "It
was interesting," I admitted. As part of our health
class we'd been made to watch a movie all about puberty
and what it did to both boys and girls. It was strange.
"What did you think?"

"I thought it was pretty cool. I don't know why
everyone makes such a big deal about sex, though."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I mean, it's not like sex is anything big, you
know?"

I picked a little at my food. "Everyone says it is."

"Yeah. But, I mean, how big of a deal can it really be?
I mean aside from making babies, what makes it so
important?"

Blayn had me there. I thought about it and shrugged.
"Everyone says it feels good."

"It can't feel THAT good," Blayn replied. "If it was as
good as everyone says, there'd be about twenty zillion
people on this planet and everyone would spend all day
screwing."

"Yeah. Maybe you're right." The film had indeed left a
lot of unanswered questions in my mind. Questions like
why people made such a big deal about sex were one of
them.

"You haven't had sex, have you, Eliza?"

I blinked. "No, of course not. Have you?"

"No."

"I wonder what it's like."

Blayn shrugged. "Well, like you said, everyone says
it's really cool, apparently."

"Yeah."

Blayn got a thoughtful expression on his face. He
looked at his watch and said, "Hmmm..."

"What?"

"I was just thinking about something."

"What?"

"Well... ok, this is gonna sound really, really weird,
so stay with me, ok?"

"Ok."

"You wanna know why sex is such a big deal and so do I.
So... why don't we have sex?"

I gave him a look. "You and me?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Cause I might get pregnant."

"I bet you won't. Cause you have to have, you know,
periods, in order to get pregnant. Do you have them
yet?"

"No," I said slowly.

"And I'm not making sperm yet. At least I don't think I
am. So since you can't get pregnant, why don't we try
doing it with each other? Then we'll know what all the
fuss is about."

I opened my mouth to object again and then shut it
slowly. Blayn made some good points. I mean, aside from
getting pregnant, I couldn't think of any real reason
not to have sex. And if Blayn was right, I couldn't get
pregnant and he couldn't get me pregnant. So that meant
that my only real objection didn't mean much of
anything.

"Hmmm..." I said.

"So what do you think?"

"I don't know. It does sound interesting, I'll admit,"
I replied.

"Well, so... why don't we try it?"

I thought some more. "You wouldn't tell anyone we did
it, would you?"

"No. Would you tell anyone?"

"No."

The thought of having sex with Blayn was really
appealing, actually. I DID want to know what it was
like and Blayn was a nice boy. If I was to do it with
anyone, I should do it with him. If it felt really
good, then it'd be something new my friend and I could
do a lot. If it wasn't all that great, then at least I
would have learned about how not great it was from a
friend of mine. Either way, it was a win for both of
us.

"Ok," I said abruptly, feeling an odd tingle between my
legs.

Blayn blinked and then grinned. "You'll do it with me?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Cool!" He was getting very excited. "Look... we got
about twenty minutes before lunch is over, right?"

"Right. And?"

"Well... I was thinking..."

"Yeah?"

"Why don't we go do it right now?"

"Right now?" I said. "You mean during lunch?"

"Yeah. We can sneak into the boy's locker room and do
it in there."

"I don't know, Blayn. I really don't want to get caught
doing it here."

"Look, we won't get caught. Everyone else is at lunch.
If we sneak into the locker room we can have sex there
and no one will ever know about it."

I squirmed a little. "Yeah. But still. I mean... in the
boy's locker room?"

"It's one place that's not being used at all right
now."

"True."

"So, come on! We've still got about seventeen minutes."

Seventeen minutes to have sex. With a suddenness than
surprised even me, I put down my lunch and said, "Ok,
let's go do it!"

Blayn's face broke into a happy smile. "Cool!"

We quickly dumped our lunch trays and made our way
through the halls to the boy's locker room. It was
located fairly close to the cafeteria so we made it
there with good time. Once we were inside, Blayn
informed me that we had fifteen minutes left.

I looked around the room. It looked pretty much the
same as the girl's locker room. There were lockers,
there were benches, there were showers, there were
towels, everything. From the look of it, no different
than the girl's.

Except that this was where I was about to have sex for
the first time.

A tingle of excitement went through me at that thought.
Looking at Blayn I said, "So how do you wanna do this?"

Blayn grabbed a couple towels and set them on the
floor. "You have to be on your back and I get on top of
you and stick my dick in you and move it around. You
can lie on the towels here. It'll be more comfortable
that way."

"How nice of you to think of me," I muttered as I lay
down on the towels. Comfort was not really an option,
it seemed.

"No, no," Blayn said. "You gotta take off your
clothes."

"My clothes?"

"Yeah, how else will we do it?"

"Oh." I thought about it. "Alright, but I don't wanna
be all the way naked. I'll leave my shirt on, ok?"

"Ok, ok, just hurry. We only got thirteen minutes
left."

"I know." I wiggled out of my pants and after just a
moment's hesitation took off my panties as well and
laid back, my vagina exposed to a boy for the first
time. I felt a little shy, but not too much. The idea
that I was about to do something so adult as have sex
was overwhelming everything else.

Blayn just looked at it in awe. "Wow... so that's what
it looks like."

"Yeah." I looked up at him. "Are you going to take off
your pants, too?"

"Oh, right." Blayn rather awkwardly got out of his
jeans and then pulled down his underwear. Up into view
popped his penis, the first I'd ever seen. It looked to
be only about three inches long. Maybe a little bigger.
The idea of something like that going into me was still
a little daunting, though.

"Ok," Blayn said, looking between my legs. "Uh...
where's the hole?"

"What hole?"

"You know. The hole where my dick is supposed to go?"

"Uh..." I looked down at myself, not really sure. I
wasn't about to admit that to Blayn, though. "Right
here," I said, pointing vaguely. "Now hurry, we can't
have to much time left."

"Ok." Blayn put one arm on each side of my body. He
moved forward until I felt his penis brush against my
vagina. He looked at me and grinned a little awkwardly.
"Well... here goes."

"Yeah," I replied, bracing myself.

Blayn flexed his body and I felt his penis push against
my vagina. He pushed for several seconds and then
relaxed.

"Nothing's happening. Felt kinda nice, though."

"Yeah." It had felt nice, that was for sure.

"Let's try again."

"Ok."

Blayn moved and wiggled on top of me for about two
minutes, but nothing seemed to be happening. The
pressure of his penis rubbing against me really felt
nice, though.

"Blayn," I said, looking over my would-be lover's
shoulder. "We've only got about eight minutes left."

"I know, I know!" he said, sounding a little panicked.
"Just let me try something else, ok?"

"Ok."

Blayn sat up and took his penis in his hand. Looking
down at me he said, "Spread your legs as wide as you
can, ok?"

"Ok." I did so."

Blayn moved forward a little and the tip of his penis
brushed against me. I felt him probe around for a bit
and then felt a really odd sensation. Blayn must've
felt it too because he froze and blinked.

"I think this might be the place," he said in a hushed
tone.

"I think you're right," was all I could say.

Blayn steadied himself and pushed against me. At first
I didn't feel anything, but then I experienced the
strangest sensation as SOMETHING began entering my
body.

"Oh, wow," Blayn whispered. "Wow, this must be the
right place."

"Yeah," I whispered back.

Blayn adjusted himself on top of me and then pushed
again. There was a faint, almost painful pressure
between my legs and then with a sudden rush I felt him
push all the way into me, every bit of my friend's
twelve-year-old virgin penis sliding into my tight
eleven-year-old virgin vagina. When he couldn't push
anymore, he stopped and looked down at me.

"Oh, wow, Eliza... I really got it in you!"

"Yeah, I know," I managed to say.

"Oh... god, this feels good," he whispered, holding
himself above me.

"Yeah..."

"I'm gonna try moving... that's what you're supposed to
do... move it in and out..." he whispered as he started
doing so. The sensation of Blayn's hard penis moving
inside my preteen vagina was really amazing! I'd never
experienced anything like it, and was damn happy to be
experiencing it right now.

As Blayn began fucking me harder, my shirt began
ridding up my body. He looked down at my still flat
chest and then leaned down and kissed one of my
nipples. A little tremor of delight went through my
body at the contact.

"Oh... I liked that..." I whispered.

"Cool," Blayn said as he did it again.

Now his movements on top of me were beginning to really
speed up. The faster he went the better it felt for me.
Almost on instinct I wrapped my legs around his
thrusting preteen body as he fucked me harder and
faster.

Then, suddenly, Blayn's eyes crossed. He let out a
sound between a grunt and a whimper and pushed hard and
deep into me. I felt his penis start kicking around
inside my vagina. I didn't know why it was happening,
but I knew it felt really good for me, and presumably
for him, too.

Blayn stopped moving after that. He simply held himself
over me, breathing hard and looking down at my face.

"I'm sorry... it just felt... too good... I can't... go
on..."

Almost on cue the bell suddenly rang. Both Blayn and I
looked at the clock.

"Shit! We gotta get outta here!" he said. Quickly he
sat up, his penis sliding out of me. There was a tiny
bit of red on his penis and when I looked down, saw a
small bit on the towel. I didn't mention it to Blayn,
just quickly got dressed and got out of there.

When Blayn and I were nearly to our class rooms, he
said, "Well... I guess we know what the big deal's
about."

"Yeah." I smiled at him. "I really liked it."

"Me, too."

"You wanna do it again tomorrow?"

"Sure!"

"Cool." I smiled at him and gave a little wave as I
went into my class.

END PART ONE

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk. I've run out of witty one-
liners to put here. Make up your own damn jokes.

So there's part one. Part two will be along shortly.
This is only going to be a two-part series. I hope you
all enjoyed this one.

Got an interesting and TRUE first time or consenting
incest story? Please send them to me! I might turn them
into one of my stories! I'm also always looking for
pictures of cute boys and girls, the less clothes the
better! Refer to www.boblamb.com for the sort of things
I'm after. Sometimes I get inspiration from these sorts
of pics! Keep it legal, of course.

Also I'd REALLY like to see what sort of artists you
all can be! Think you got the chops to illustrate one
of my stories? Send along some samples and we'll see
what we can do! Either 3-D CGI pics, hentai style
drawings or just standard drawings are more than
welcome.

And in case you're curious, this story was actually
inspired by a bit of hentai I downloaded off
www.actualincest.com . Just looking at the picture was
enough to make me come up with the entire story line.
THAT'S why it's a good idea for those of you who like
my stories to help me by providing me with good stuff
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Screwing at School - Part Two

by Alex Hawk (alex...@operamail.com)

***

Part two of an inadvisably two part story. (m+/f, 1st)

***

Blayn and I kept fucking in the locker room during
lunch every day for a week. We wanted to try and get
together to do it elsewhere, like at one of our homes,
but it never seemed to happen.

What did happen, though, was that the sex got better
and better each time we did it. I went from just
slightly liking it, to really getting into it! The
feeling of Blayn's penis inside my vagina was the best
thing I'd ever experienced, and I wanted to get it as
much as I could.

At the start of the next week, Blayn and I made our way
to the locker room like usual. As we entered, though,
we could hear something strange. Odd noises.

"Is there someone else in here?" Blayn whispered to me.

"I don't know."

"Let's see."

Quietly we crept among the lockers until we came to a
small vacant area. There were two boys on a bench. Two
naked boys. Each one sucking on the other one's penis
in what I would later learn was called a sixty-nine.
They were both really, really cute and it was actually
quite beautiful watching them together like this.

"Holy shit!" Blayn said.

Both boys looked up. They were named Eric and Dale and
were both in a different class from mine, but I knew
who they were.

"What... what are you guys doing here?" Eric squeaked
out, brushing his long blond hair out of his face and
sitting up, trying to cover his hard penis with his
hand.

"We could ask you the same!" Blayn said. "You guys were
blowing each other!"

"We were not!" Dale protested.

Blayn just gave him a look.

"Oh... alright. We were." He hung his head and then
looked up. "But we're not gay or anything. It just
feels good, you know? Wait... what were YOU guys doing
here?"

"We came here to have sex!" Blayn said, proudly. I
rolled my eyes.

"What? Like real sex?" Eric asked.

"Yeah!"

"Wow!" Both naked boys looked over at me. Eric said,
"Can we watch you guys do it?"

"I don't care," Blayn said with a shrug. "Do you care?"
he asked me.

"I guess not."

"Ok. Let's get naked, then." Blayn began getting out of
his clothes.

I followed suit soon after he started, feeling a little
strange at the idea of being naked in front of Eric and
Dale. I didn't feel bad or anything. Just kind of...
strange. I wondered, as I looked at their naked bodies,
what it would be like to be fucked by them in addition
to Blayn.

"Get off the bench, guys," Blayn ordered as Eric and
Dale were drooling over my naked body. They glanced up
and then stood up, moving aside.

I laid down on the bench and spread my legs so that
Blayn could get between them. He did so, and then took
hold of his penis, positioning himself. One series of
short thrusts later and he was inside my vagina once
more.

Both the other boys leaned in close to look down at
where Blayn's penis went into my body. "Holy shit,
dude! You're really in her!" Dale said in stunned
tones.

"Yeah, I know..." Blayn replied as he began fucking me
slowly.

"What's it like?" Eric asked, reaching down and
fondling his penis. It was a tiny bit bigger than
Blayn's, and had a few wisps of hair above it.

"Really sweet..."

Eric and Dale watched in silence as Blayn and I
continued to fuck. I was actually getting kind of
turned on by having an audience like this.

Finally Eric couldn't stand it anymore. He blurted out,
"Can I have a turn?"

Blayn didn't break his rhythm as he said, "That's up...
to Eliza..."

Eric looked at me with a pleading gaze.

Smiling a little I said, "Yeah... when Blayn's done..."

"Cool!"

"Me, too?" Dale asked.

"Yeah..."

"Cool!"

Blayn's naked body kept moving on top of me as he
fucked. Judging by the look on his cute face, I didn't
think it would be too much longer until he was done. I
was right. Soon he pushed deep inside me and moaned as
his penis began twitching inside my vagina.

When Blayn was done fucking me, he pulled out, penis
still stiff, and pointed down at me as he turned to
Eric. "Go ahead, man. Have fun."

"Cool!" Eric whispered in an awed tone. He got into
position and looked down at my vagina. Then he looked
up at my face with an uncertain expression.

"Here, let me help," I said. I took Eric's penis in my
hand and put it in the right place.

"There?"

"Yeah."

"Ok."

Eric gave a little push and started sliding into me.
Apparently remembering how Blayn had moved back and
forth, he did the same, slowly working every inch of
his twelve-year-old virgin penis deep into my tight
eleven-year-old vagina. By the time he was completely
inside, all I could see was the faint strands of hair
that were above his erection.

"Ooooo... oh, wow..." Eric whispered. He moved back and
forth a little. "Oh, this is nice..."

"Yeah," I whispered back. The fact that his penis was
larger than Blayn's seemed to make a difference in how
it felt to me, and it was a VERY nice difference!

Eric closed his eyes and was soon fucking me in a nice,
unhurried way. I merely laid there and watched his cute
body as he moved. I loved seeing the muscles under his
skin as he fucked. That plus the feeling of his penis
inside me was starting to make me feel better and
better.

"Oh... ooooo... I'm cumming..." Eric said, suddenly. He
pushed deep inside me, and I felt his penis begin
jerking like Blayn's always did, only there seemed to
be more force behind it, and I thought I felt something
splashing into me it happened.

After he was done, he pulled out and I saw a little
string of something white going from the tip of his
penis into my vagina. It broke as he moved completely
away. I wondered what it was.

"Dude!" breathed Blayn. "Are you making sperm?"

"Yeah... for a couple months now..." Eric said,
breathing hard.

"Wow... hey, Eliza. He just left some sperm in you."

"Oh!" I blinked a little and thought about that. "Ok,"
I finally said.

"I'm making sperm, too," Dale said, proudly.

"Cool," Blayn replied. "I can't wait until I am."

"So, my turn now?" Dale asked me hopefully.

"Sure," Eric said, moving aside.

Dale got into the position Eric had just left. He
looked down at me, young penis in hand. His was about
the same length as Blayn's, but a tiny bit thicker,
though not as much as Eric's. He did have a little bit
more hair than Eric did.

"So, right here, right?" Dale said, touching his penis
to the entrance of my vagina.

"Yeah," I said with a little smile. I was going to get
a third boy inside me today! What a cool thought that
was!

Dale held his breath and pushed, slowly slipping his
twelve-year-old virgin penis all the way up into my
eleven-year-old vagina. The same vagina that had
already had the penis of both Blayn and Eric inside it
today. As the third one entered me, I felt an
incredible surge of power and pleasure go through my
body.

"Oh, Jesus," he said as he looked at the other boys.
"Oh... you weren't kidding, guys... oh... this is...
wow..."

"Just wait til you start moving," Blayn said with a
smile, his penis twitching with memory.

As Dale started fucking me, Eric looked down at Blayn.
"You ever get a blowjob?"

"No, why?"

Eric got down on his knees and without any preamble put
his mouth around Blayn's hairless penis, moving his
face back and forth. Blayn started to protest, but
could only whimper and put his hand on the back of
Eric's head. It was one of the coolest things I'd ever
seen.

Then the pace of Dale's fucking began to increase as he
started to reach the same place that both Blayn and
Eric had reached. I was simply lost in pleasure at this
point. I could feel Dale inside me, I could see Eric
blowing Blayn, the stimulation was incredible! I felt a
huge series of waves of pleasure pass through my body
as my vagina clenched repeatedly around Dale's
thrusting penis. I let out a happy moan as I
experienced the best feeling of my young life.

I wasn't sure what had just happened, but whatever it
was, it must've felt great to Dale, too, because he
grunted and pushed into me as his penis kicked and I
felt his sperm blasting out into my preteen vagina.

Only moments after Dale was done inside me, the bell
rang. We all looked at each other and started racing to
get dressed and sprinting off to our classes. I spent
most of the rest of the day looking forward to
tomorrow, when I knew I could get with the boys again.
I let out a little sigh of regret at one point. It was
too bad I couldn't get graded on this as a subject. I'd
have had straight A's for sure!

END

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk. Why Hawk? Because Alex
African Swallow would just sound odd, and people would
be constantly asking me about carrying coconuts. I
mean, I'd have to have it on a line, right, and carry
it under the dorsal guiding feathers.

This was a story that should NEVER have been done as
two parts. You might be able to sense that I was really
stretching this tale and doing my best to make it
interesting, but my heart wasn't entirely in it. Let
this be a lesson to you aspiring authors.

Meantime, I'm getting a website set up on asstr.org.
I'll make sure to keep publishing with Kristen, but
I'll also be putting up special stories and things on
my own site. I'm also setting up www.alexhawk.com, but
I have no idea when it'll be up and going.

As usual, I'm still hoping to hear from people who want
to tell me about how they lost their virginities or
stories about consensual incest. I'd also love to see
pictures of cute boys or girls (naked is fine, but they
have to be legal, so no sex). And I'd LOVE to see CGI
pictures or drawings of what you artist types out there
think the characters in my stories look like. The best
ones will be put up on the site!

That's all for now. I hope to hear from you folks soon
about this story! If you wanna write to me you can do
so at alex...@operamail.com . You can also request my
FAQ about me and if you want to send me pics or
drawings, do it there. I love to hear from fans!

Thanks for reading!

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author

does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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An Absolutely True Story
by Lucky Hubby (gjs...@hotmail.com)
Quick edit by AB-2006

***

Although this story will read like 'just another
fantasy' it is absolutely true and tells how I changed
from a normal jealous husband, into a complete
voyeuristic one, who gets a great thrill from watching
his wife being filled to overflowing with other men's
cocks. (M+/F, bi, wife, voy, intr)

***

I guess the best place to start any story is at the
beginning. I meet my wife Jan when I was only sixteen
and still a virgin. She was a year younger than me but
despite her tender age she was already well experienced
sexually, having lost her cherry two years before while
only aged fourteen. So by the time we meet she had
already had taken quite a few cocks up her In the early
days I used to be very jealous of these earlier
lovers... later I was to learn to love hearing all the
juicy details over and over... but I am getting ahead
of myself.

We went together for several years until the eventual
happened and Jan got pregnant. We married and settled
down to a normal routine. Our sex life remained great
and we were always looking for new ideas to try. Jan
got sexier as she matured and always had guys buzzing
around her like bees around a honey pot which always
irritated me and was the cause of many unnecessary
arguments.

Because of my lack of pre marital experience I began to
wonder what being with another woman would be like. Jan
was still very flirtatious so one day I bought up the
suggestion of maybe trying swinging with another
couple. Jan would have nothing to do with it saying she
was and always had been a 'one guy, girl'. Even in her
earlier days, she said, she never went out with two
guys at the same time and only had sex with her regular
boyfriends even though there seemed to be quite a few
of them.

However I let the idea rest. I often thought that I
wouldn't get jealous of Jan with another guy if I was
with his wife. About this stage I came across several
stories about guys who liked to watch their wives
having sex with other men. At the time I thought they
must have been crazy and even a bit kinked in the head.
However all that changed one New Years eve. We had been
at a neighbor's party and Jan had Ben flirting
outrageously with a single guy there. So much so that
before midnight I packed a sad and stormed off home.

I had expected Jan to follow but it was in the early
hours before she finally arrived home. In my rage I had
not been able to sleep and had stayed in the lounge
with the lights off ready to abuse her when she walked
in. I was gazing out side when I noticed to figures
standing at out gate.

They were standing very close and it was easy to
recognize Jan and John but what happened next really
got me fired up. Jan suddenly lent over closer and
began kissing John. Already at boiling point my rage
really started to boil over but then as the kiss
lingered on I noticed something strange happening.
Instead of feeling anger I was starting to get turned
on.

They broke away for a second or two then their lips
meet again. I started to get very curious and wondered
just how far she had gone with John. They could have
left the party hours ago and been up to just about
anything. Was this a simple 'good night' kiss, or was
it a 'thanks for the fuck, lets get together again
sometime' kiss!

Soon they broke apart and Jan let herself in the front
door. Still confused over my strange emotion I jumped
into bed first and feigned sleep. In the morning my
curiosity got the better of me and I quizzed Jan over
what she had got up to the night before. At first she
was very non committal but when I finally confessed to
seeing her kissing John and how I had found it very
erotic she told me everything, although there wasn't
much to tell.

She did confess to being annoyed at my behavior and had
played up more than she normally would have even
suggesting to John that they walk home via the local
park. Usually this would have set me over the top but
now I felt disappointed when she told me that he had
turned down her offer.

Anyhow from that moment on I couldn't get the idea out
of my head and openly encouraged Jan to flirt more and
more. I even suggested she meet up with John again and
although very reluctant she finally agreed, more to
shut me up than anything else. Unfortunately nothing
came of this either but from then on I began setting up
all sorts of scenarios where Jan would find herself
alone with various men but still nothing happened.

Eventually I had my dreams come true.

We were on holiday in Australia and were staying with a
cousin of mine. I knew Jan and Len had always fancied
each other so one night I suggested to Jan that she
approach him. The long and the short of this is that
there started one of the greatest two weeks of my life.
For the next ten days it seemed like Jan always had at
least one of our cocks to do what she liked with.

Sometimes we took her at the same time, other times we
would sit back and watch as the other two went at it. I
guess the high light for me was one morning when I was
having a shower. As I was drying off I heard the
distinctive sounds of lovemaking coming from the
bedroom. I took my time imagining what was going on in
the room next door. When I finally entered the bedroom
I wasn't disappointed. Before my eyes was a sight I
shall never forget and one I only have to conjure up
all these years later to get my cock rock hard.

Len was lying back on the bed and Jan was straddled
over him. Her tits were swaying in front of his face
and her arse was high in the air giving me a perfect
view of his cock sliding in and out her cunt. They were
both moaning and groaning in time with their stroking.

On the up stroke Jan would lift her hips until only the
knob of his cock was in her, then she would slide down
on it taking it up deep inside her. Their pubic areas
were matted and sticky with their love juices and never
before had I felt so much love and pride for my darling
wife. I went around and kissed her and all along she
didn't let up on her rhythm. She groaned into my mouth
as she lowered her self onto his prick. What a strange,
but lovely feeling, kissing my lovely wife while she
slowly fucked another man. I decided to leave them
alone and went and got breakfast ready while they
finished of.

Many years were to go by before Jan conceded to taking
another lover. I had never given up hope of another
episode like the other but the next one went far beyond
my wildest fantasies.

I had a temporary job in North America for two months
setting up some logging machinery my company had sold.
I volunteered for the job provided I could take Jan
along. We lived in a fairly remote timber camp and as
it turned out Jan was the only woman on site. Of
course she was very popular with all the guys and as
usual I encouraged her flirting but, as before she
never took it past a certain stage.

With two weeks to run on our contract I had almost
given up hope of anything exciting happening. Here, I
explained to Jan. was the perfect opportunity for us to
act out another of my fantasies. We slept in a small
cabin and socialized in the canteen most nights.

One guy, Terry, really really caught on to Jan's
flirting and one day I told him to go as far as he
liked saying that it only made it better for me.
However Jan wouldn't go further as he was married and
she said she wouldn't play around with him because of
that. However she did concede to another guy but when
we propositioned him he backed down real quick, saying;
"Thanks, but no thanks." We never learnt why... we
suspected he may have been gay!

With only a week left I begged Jan to reconsider and
reluctantly she agree to inviting Terry around to our
cabin for drinks. On the night I poured cocktails, lit
up a smoke and then excused myself saying I had to go
over the shower block to shower. I put a Shaggy CD on
and left them alone. In the shower I took my time but
my cock was rock hard imagining what was going on back
in the cabin.

When I returned I hesitated and before going to the
door I walked around the back to a window. Peeking
through my vision was mainly obscured but the curtain
but what I could see blew my mind. They were dirty
dancing together and although I could only see from
their waists down it was very erotic. They were
obviously rubbing their crutches together and 'dry
fucking' to the music.

When I entered the front door they were still embraced
together only now I could see more and was surprised to
find they both had their tops off. Jan's pert little
tits were pressed into Terry's very muscular chest.
Their arms were around each other and as I kissed her
Jan whispered, "I have to have him."

I replied that nothing would give me more pleasure and
positioned myself for a perfect view. Because of AIDS I
had insisted on Terry using condoms and soon Jan had
his cock out and was rolling one on. Terry's cock
matched the rest of his body and was a perfect shape
and size. Years of forestry work had left him fit and
muscular.

Within minutes they were both naked and Jan was
straddling him . Her hand was guiding his cock into her
love hole. Once again I watched in awe as she plunged
down onto another man's penis. With each stroke she
took it deeper until finally the condom covered part
disappeared inside her leaving only a few inches of
shinny back cock exposed. Soon even this disappeared
deep inside her as she took him up to the hilt.

Yes, Terry was a black as the ace of spades and soon
proved that he could live up to his race's reputation
him up to the hilt. When they did finish I rolled Jan
over and slide in for sloppy seconds. I was amazed at
how juicy she was and knowing the condom was still
intact meant all the juice was hers. Only those that
have had the experience of sliding into their wives,
seconds after another man has withdrawn his cock will
know the pleasure I received. I knew I had to put on an
extra effort to compete with Terry and when I finished
he applauded before rolling Jan over and doing her once
again.

And so we went on all week, trying all sorts of thing
and acting out all our fantasies. One I enjoyed was one
night lying on my back and getting Jan on top in a
sixty nine position. Then while I licked and sucked her
pussy I motioned for terry to come over and join in.
His cock always seemed to be ready and soon he had
rolled a fresh condom on and was standing next to us.
I reached out and grabbed his cock and guided it
towards my wife's cunt lips. I rubbed his knob slowly
around the entrance before allowing it to slide in and
there before my eyes was my widest dream coming true.
Only inches away a black man was sliding his cock in
and out my love's beautiful pussy.

To be continued?

There are other things I could talk about but feel this
story is long enough already. If anyone wants to learn
more or comment on the above please contact me
gjs...@hotmail.com

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than

a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,

so take good care of it!
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All American Boy (FFdom/M, bd)
By Casandra MX (No Address Provided)

**

A guy gets into some really strange shit when he hooks
up with a couple of strange women during a business trip
and becomes their sex slave. But never fear, all ends
well -- for him anyway.

**


I was traveling on business when my flight was laid
over at O'Hare for bad weather. The airline put me up
at a airport hotel and told me it could be as long as
48 hours before they could get me another flight.

I took a cab to a bar the bellhop recommended and sat
down for a few beers and watched the Bulls. When I got
up to take a leak and noticed a lovely brunette sitting
by the door. She was about 5-7 with nice tits and
lecherous smile.

I got back from the head and looked for the brunette.
She was sitting on the bar stool next to mine. "Hi, I'm
Sandra, can I buy you a drink?"

I was a little shocked because usually I'm the one
buying drinks. It seemed too good to be true and in
retrospect it was. I'm not bad looking but I wouldn't
be mistaken for a movie star. My looks are what you
would call All-American boy and I stand about 6-2. My
approaching middle thirties had added about 10 lbs to
my 180 pound frame and I needed to get out from behind
my desk and run it off.

"I'm Paul and I'd love a drink." Two beers appeared and
we talked about Chicago and I mentioned that I was
stuck here because of the weather. "I thought you were
from out of town cause I hadn't seen you around
before." I explained the layover and was surprised when
she said, "why don't you stay with me and my sister." I
told her I already had a hotel room but she insisted I
come over for at least a home cooked meal.

I couldn't deny the growling in my stomach and my
slacks and followed to her car. I had thought her tits
were nice but I saw her ass was perfection. We drove
for about 20 minutes and she pulled in at a nice older
house.

When we went in she introduced me to her sister Amy and
grilled a couple of steaks. After we ate, I helped
clean up the kitchen and we talked some more. She moved
behind me and pressed her tits into my back.

"Time for dessert," and she reached down and unzipped
my pants. She led me to her room and sat me down on the
edge of the bed.

By this time my cock was straining to be free. She
undid my belt and slid my pants and shorts down around
my ankles. With no hesitation her mouth plunged down on
my cock. I felt her nose press into my pubic hair as my
dick enjoyed its warm tongue bath. She slid it in and
out for several minutes but just before I was going to
come, stopped.

"Why'd you stop?" I exploded.

"I'd like a little favor sweety. I'd like to have
mementos of my lovers and you have a great dick."

I fell for it hook, line and sinker. My dick is OK at
about seven inches long and 2 and half inches in
diameter but I'm no John Holmes.

She walked over to a large cabinet and pulled out two
large blocks and some Vaseline. She removed my pants
the rest of the way and rubbed the Vaseline around my
cock and balls until the pubic hair was matted down.

"This is so your hair doesn't get stuck in the mold. I
wouldn't want to hurt you." The blocks were made to fit
together and seemed to contain a warm viscous material
like wet playdoh.

She took me in her mouth again and sucked until I
thought my dick was going to burst. She pulled off and
stuck the molds around my dick and balls. "Want you to
make the best impression," was her reasoning.

The warm material tightly gripped my cock and I felt
myself get turned on by the sensation. After five
minutes she removed the molds and carried them out of
the room with the explanation that they needed to cure
for a while. She came back immediately and stripped as
soon as she closed the door. Her body was fabulous. Her
perfect breasts stood out and had rose-colored nipples.
She was perfectly formed from her long slender legs to
an ass that cried out to be grabbed. She pushed me back
onto the bed and started on my cock again.

This time she didn't stop until I came in torrents down
the back of her throat. I pulled her ass forward and
gazed up to petals of her pussy spreading to show a
deeper pink. She lowered herself and I immediately
plunged my tongue as far up as possible. She rode my
face as I licked like a wild man.

Sandra slid off my face and turned around over my
crotch. "Fuck me before I come." She grabbed my cock
and dragged the head back and forth from her clit to
asshole.

Slowly she slid me inside her moist cunt until her
pubic bone touched my pelvis. I reached up and pulled
her down so her left breast grazed my lips. She
tightened around me like a vise and slowly slid on and
off my now ready to burst cock while lightly moaning. I
slid my right hand to her hip and tried to control the
rhythm. She grabbed my right hand and moved it to cup
her lower ass and whispered, "play with my ass."

I moved my hand lower and gathered her juices on my
fingers while pistoning deep into her cunt. I slowly
spread her juices over her puckered rose and then slid
my middle finger up her ass about an inch.

She moaned and pressed my hand farther inside her. I
could feel her ass begin to spasm as she continued to
ride my cock. She gave a small shriek, grabbed me, and
rolled over with me on top.

"Hold still a second and give me a chance to recover,"
she said.

We lay there a minute or two and then her moving hips
told me she was ready for more. I started moving in and
out slowly while introducing another finger into her
ass with my now trapped right hand.

I heard the bedroom door open and looked back to see
her sister Amy approaching the bed wearing nothing but
a smile. "What the hell, I'm game," I thought.

She lay down behind me and licked the underside of my
balls as I kept up the slow thrusting into Sandra. Her
tongue traced up that tender ridge of flesh between my
balls and anus and I felt like my dick couldn't
possibly get any harder without bursting. As she
reached my anus she began licking my hole and running
her tongue around the outside. I thought to myself
"This is one for the book."

Suddenly I felt something grip my ankles and my left
wrist as I heard a ratchet sound. Amy had put a pair of
handcuffs around each ankle and Sandra had done the
same to my left wrist.

I struggled to get my right hand free from underneath
Sandra but a tightening grip on my balls slowed me down
considerably. "What are you doing?" I shouted.

"We have a few things we'd like to do, but you might
not like them," said Amy. "I suggest you cooperate
though or we might have to get rough." To emphasize her
point she slid a thumb and forefinger up my ass while
still holding onto my balls with her other hand.

The brief, sharp pain that hit me pushed resistance
from my mind quickly.

Sandra rolled slightly to free my right hand and hooked
a fourth pair of handcuffs to my only free wrist. Amy
gripped my balls harder and shoved an extra finger in
as my hand came free. Sandra slid out from under me and
tightened down the braided steel cables connected to
the cuff chains until I was laying face down and
couldn't move more than a few inches either way.

Amy pulled her fingers from my ass and moved to the
head of the bed. Sandra grabbed the back of my head and
Amy slid her nicely trimmed muff under my nose. Amy
said, "Lick me good or else."

"You didn't have to handcuff me to get that," I
replied.

Amy shoved my head down. I ran my tongue across her
clit and proceeded do a reasonable job eating pussy
considering I was thinking of escape. After five
minutes, Amy slid up and rolled over.

"Now do my ass."

I balked. I don't mind fingering assholes but fingers
don't have taste buds. Amy said, "Get the pictures,"
and Sandra walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a
photo album. She said, "These might convince you to
change your mind."

The first page showed various guys trussed up like me.
The next picture showed a close-up of Sandra with three
fingers in some poor guys ass. "Tell us when you change
your mind."

That changed my mind, "This is what they make mouthwash
for," I thought.

Amy slid a pillow under her hips and spread her cheeks.
Her asshole was a crinkled light brown and a least
looked clean. I tentatively moved my head forward and
then went all the way when Sandra shouted "one" and
shoved a long finger in my butt.

The taste was not good, kind of bitter but not as bad
as I had feared. The taste had just gotten washed away
when Amy said, "He's not sticking his tongue in."

Sandra shouted, "Two!" and added a finger. I pushed my
tongue in and moved around the edges of Amy's anus
getting more flavor than I wanted but not a terrible
amount.

"Show him the next picture!" cried Amy.

Sandra removed her fingers from my backside and lifted
my head by the hair. She had the album on Amy's rear
and showed me the next two pictures. Sandra had four
fingers in the guy's ass in one and the other showed
her fist halfway in his very stretched asshole. He did
not look happy.

Sandra said, "Look, you can end up like this and have
to use diapers for a while, or you can do it right.
Every time you fuck around this is just going to get
worse."

She moved the book away and pushed my head back in
Amy's crack. I shoved my tongue up her ass like my life
(or ass) depended on it. She rotated her hips and
shoved her butt as close as she could get it. I had
pretty much reconciled myself to the taste because I
couldn't get that stretched asshole out of my mind.

After ten minutes Sandra said, "His tongue needs a
break and I need to get fucked again."

My dick grew back from it shriveled little self with
the anticipation of fucking Sandra again. Amy giggled
when she saw my eagerness and proceeded to walk over to
the cabinet while Sandra left the room. Amy pulled out
a short piece of flesh colored rubber with three knobs
on it and elastic straps.

I couldn't figure out what it was until she pulled out
a thin rubber dick and snapped it on one end of the
rubber piece. She then snapped a larger dick in the
center. Sandra walked back in the room carrying another
dildo. Amy laughed and added it to the strap-on. "Like
my design?" Sandra asked. "Women can never depend on
men." I watched as Amy eased the thin dildo up her ass
and slipped the middle one in her cunt. She fastened
the straps around her and now sported an erection I
would be proud of. She waved it in front of my face and
asked, "Recognize it? It's yours."

It was mine. I had just never seen it from that
particular angle before. She prodded my lips with it
and said "lick it, I want it wet for Sandra. Besides
self abuse is not considered a sin anymore," she said
with a laugh.

I turned my head but Sandra grabbed it and pinched my
nose until I had to open my mouth. Amy slid the dildo
in and stopped as I started to gag. "What's the matter,
can't deep throat yourself?"

She withdrew a little and then hunched forward again
and slid it deeper. She repeated this a couple more
times and then took it out of my mouth. It was covered
with my saliva and glistened under the light. Sandra
laid on her back and said "well you are getting to fuck
me again in a way, just not the way you thought."

Amy slid easily into Sandra and started pumping
quickly. I could see the dildos in Amy's ass and cunt
rocking back and forth. They kept it up for another
five minutes and then Sandra groaned and came in
several spasms.

Amy complained, "I wasn't ready yet."

Ann's reply caused my ass to pucker, "I know someone
who hasn't been fucked yet."

I felt a sudden surge of energy and tried to pull the
handcuffs on my wrists out of whatever they were
connected to. Amy jumped on my back and held my arms
while Sandra shoved the picture album under my nose.

"You're not going to get loose from this and we could
give you worse than your own dick up there." She
pointed to the picture of her with the fist and another
of her sporting the big end of a baseball bat. Amy then
moved forward and put the dildo next to Ann's fist.

"See, you're much better off with your own dick and we
promise not to fist you or use the bat if you
cooperate."

I pissed Sandra off by quipping, "I didn't realize you
had such big hands for a woman." Sandra grabbed me by
the balls and ass again and but some slack in the
cables controlling my legs.

They brought out a footstool and slid it under my
chest. Then they strapped my thighs to the footstool. I
couldn't move and my ass seemed to be open to the
world. Amy slid between my legs and I felt the dildo
rubbing up and down my crack.

"We need pictures and he needs to see this," said
Sandra. I instantly regretted the big hands comment. I
saw her go over to the cabinet and get out a camera and
video equipment.

Soon I saw my ass on a small color television with the
dildo being rubbed up and down. The proportions did not
look good to me. I heard the click of the camera
shutter and saw Amy coating the dildo with K-Y and then
felt (and saw) her rub some on my anus. The camera
clicked again with a glob of K-Y glistening on my ass.

I saw Amy move forward and felt the tip of the dildo
wedge itself at the entrance. She pushed a little and I
felt the K-Y allow the dildo to spread my anus. A
burning sensation emanated from my rear and I lost
sight as Amy slid farther in and blocked the camera.

All this time I could hear Sandra in the background
taking pictures and encouraging Amy to go farther. The
pain diminished as she got past my sphincter and my
asshole slid smoothly down the dildo.

Amy said, "See, I'm giving it to you gently unlike most
men who just ram it up there." She then proceeded to
shove the rest in until I could feel her belly on my
ass cheeks and the rubber balls against the entrance to
my ass. The pain was intense as she thrust in and out.

After a couple minutes I could feel my asshole loosen
up and I noticed that I started to get an erection as
the dildo rubbed my prostate. "This is going to take
awhile with Amy, so lets put that tongue to good use,"
said Sandra.

She moved the TV which now showed Amy's ass thrusting
up into mine and got on all fours in front of me. "I
need my ass licked and you better realize that we
promised not to fist you but we've had mementos from
some hugely hung guys."

She spread her cheeks and backed her anus onto my
tongue. I rimmed her and found that Amy's continual
butt pounding thrust my tongue farther up her ass. My
ass was getting really dry and I stopped licking to
complain to Amy.

"Keep licking or get fucked worse," yelled Sandra.

Amy did however slide the rubber cock out and recoat it
with K-Y. When she did I felt my anus stay open and the
air stinging inside. Amy took care of that by quickly
sliding in to the hilt again.

Soon I felt Amy's thrusts get more frantic and she
suddenly shrieked and laid over my back. Sandra got up
and moved next to Amy "Poor kid, it takes her a long
time, but when she comes it wipes her out." She grabbed
Amy and pulled her back upright. Then she disconnected
the dildo from the harness and laid her beside me on
the bed. Sandra shoved the loose dildo into me all the
way to the balls as Amy lay beside me with a dazed and
sleepy look.

Sandra got up and walked out of the room. She came back
a few minutes later with a washcloth and two glasses of
water. She smacked me on my exposed ass crack and
shouted, "You've been defying me all night with your
comments and lack of enthusiasm."

I had managed to shove the dildo out of my ass while
she was away. She ran over to the cabinet. She got
another harness out and stuck a medium sized dick in
the middle and a monster on one end. Somehow I didn't
think I was getting the small end. This prick had to
have been ten inches long and four inches in diameter.

"You shouldn't have shown you had any muscle control
back there. I'll take care of that. You're going to get
to watch it too."

She set the TV back up and I felt her tighten the
cables running to the cuffs on my ankles. I was pulled
extremely tight across the footstool and I felt her
unstrap my thighs. She yanked the footstool out from
under me and instantly took up the slack in the leg
cables.

I felt one leg being pulled wide and then the other. On
the TV my ass was open and red. She grabbed the dildo I
had expelled and moved to the head of the bed. She
grabbed my nose and forced the dildo into my mouth
saying, "This is my way of saying eat shit and remember
that it's your dick that you'll bite into."

The dildo filled my mouth and I couldn't spit it out.
Sandra undid the cap on the K-Y and shoved the nozzle
into my open ass. I watched as she rolled the end of
the tube and squirted huge amounts of it into me. She
threw the tube aside and rubbed some of it on the giant
dildo. My ass was still open and K-Y oozed out and onto
my balls.

She loosened the cables slightly and grabbed my dick
and told me to raise up and lean to one side. She slid
half under me and placed the head against my slick red
asshole. Even open as it was, it still looked terribly
out of proportion. She hunched forward and I felt my
ass trying to expand to accommodate this new invader.
The pain was terrific as my hole gave way and she slid
in a couple inches.

She pushed again and this time slid up until all ten
inches were in. My asshole was a stretched beyond
belief and gripped the dildo tightly as it moved in and
out. I could see light streaks of my blood coating the
surface as she rammed it mercilessly in my poor ass.

I could hear myself moaning in pain as my mind tried to
distance itself from the pain. Suddenly I realized that
the cuff holding my right wrist had slack in it. My
thrashing had pulled my arm free. I quickly slid the
cable connected to my left wrist off of the pulleys and
gave myself more slack. I then pulled the dildo from my
aching jaws.

Sandra sensed that something was wrong and tried to
slide out from under me but I slapped one hand over her
mouth and another to her throat. I whispered furiously
"you fucking bitch, get me loose or you're dead." I
moved forward and with a groan pulled the dildo from my
ass.

I almost fainted as my asshole spasmed and tried to
close but continued to hold Sandra by the throat with a
tightening grip. I watched carefully as she reached
with one hand under the mattress and brought out a
handcuff key. I shook her and told her to unlock my
wrists. She unlocked both arms and the cuffs fell to
the bed. I snapped one set on both her wrists and
reached back with one hand to free my ankles. I then
attached cuffs to each ankle and removed the slack.

Quickly, I removed my hand from her mouth and replaced
it with the rubber replica of my cock. As I climbed
down off the mattress my first thought was to just get
the hell away from there. As my feet touched the floor
I nearly fell from the pain in my asshole.

I literally saw red and turned to the sleeping Amy and
grabbed her by the throat. She awoke with a start and
started to scream. I slapped her across the cheek and
shouted "shut up bitch, that won't help you." I pushed
her face down into Sandra and secured her wrists and
ankles with the free end of the cuffs.

At the head of the bed I reattached the cable I had
pulled free from the pulleys. I removed the dildo from
Sandra's mouth and said, "you cunts are going to be
really sorry when I call the cops."

Her reply was, "You won't call the cops. What are you
going to tell them? That we overpowered you and that
you didn't want sex with us? I don't think they're
going to believe this is anything but consensual. Look
who's tied up now!"

I realized she had a point, plus I thought of the
embarrassment of anyone knowing I got fucked in ass.
"You may wish I had called the cops in a while," I
threatened. I pulled the strap-on assembly from Amy's
cunt and asshole and examined the attachments. The
dildos were connected with what resembled a socket set
attachment. I pulled both dildos off and walked
gingerly over to the cabinet.

Inside were the rubber replicas of at least 20 guys
pricks. There was also the infamous baseball bat and a
large molded fist. I grabbed the bat and the next
biggest dildo and went back to the bed. I unhooked
Sandra's wrist and ankle on one side and flipped her
around so she was face down on top of Amy.

After reattaching the handcuffs, I pulled her strap-on
out and examined the huge dildo she had inflicted on my
poor ass. Streaks of blood and K-Y coated it liberally.

I replaced the center dildo with it and snapped the
rubber replica of my cock on the front stud. I bent the
strap-on section that held the anal dildo back at a 90
degree angle. I adjusted the video camera for a closeup
of Sandra's ass hanging above Amy's and spoke, "Girls,
I'm going to fuck with you like you did with me."

I held the end of the baseball bat up for the camera
and then pushed it up Amy's tight cunt. She gasped and
squirmed but couldn't dislodge the wooden invader. I
then grabbed and lubricated my replica prick. Amy's ass
had tightened up with the bat in her cunt and I forced
a finger in. It felt like it was in a vise.

"Yea, we guys do just shove it in," I said and replaced
my finger with the duplicate prick. She shrieked and
thrashed but I pushed the dildo until only the balls
showed. "Just wait a bit you'll get properly fucked!"

And I turned my attention to Sandra's ass. To take care
of Amy I had shoved Sandra forward. The monster prick
wiggled tantalizingly against her spread gash. I
grabbed her hips and slid her down over it. I had to
stop and couple times to spread the lips of her cunt as
they were being pushed inside her by the dildo.

Soon it was in as far as it could go. The straps were
fastened and I stopped to get a good look. A finger
inserted in Sandra's butt showed she was ready and
tighter than Amy. I walked around to the front of the
bed and told Sandra, "You're going to suck my dick and
then I'm going to fuck your ass with it. Do it good or
I'll use the fist on it and my fist in you're cunt."

She got a submissive look in her eyes and opened her
mouth as I slid my growing prick over her tongue. Every
time her teeth seemed to get too close I waved my fist
in front of her eyes. It took a few minutes to get my
prick good and hard because of the pounding I took
earlier. I pulled from her mouth and moved behind her.
My prick rested in her crack and I rubbed it over her
anus spreading the saliva over her tight bud. I reached
down with my thumbs and pulled her back hole wide.

She grunted as my dick slid into her back passage. I
could feel my balls resting on the top of the strap-on.
I grasped her hips and pumped her back and forth on my
dick.

Amy moaned on the bottom as she was butt-fucked by the
moving strap-on. I could feel the dildo in Sandra's
cunt rubbing through to her anus and a wave of
satisfaction came over me.

We kept this up for 10 minutes and right before I felt
myself coming, I withdrew and stuck my filthy prick in
Sandra's mouth. She recoiled slightly but I forced her
head down on it.

I pulled out and sprayed her and Amy's faces with more
cum than I thought I had. I walked over to the cabinet,
got out another dildo and shoved it up Sandra's empty
hole. I checked all of the cuffs for tightness and went
in the bathroom to shower.

My ass was still really sore but I managed to get
dressed. I grabbed the cassette out of the video camera
and exposed the film in the camera. I searched Sandra's
purse and took her car keys.

Before I left I checked the cuffs again. I slapped
Sandra across the ass and said, "Hope this is a lesson
to you."

"Aren't you going to let us go?"

"Not for a while."

I drove back to the hotel, checked out, and headed for
the airport. Outside the terminal, I called the local
cops and told them that I had heard screams form inside
2467 Ramon Street.

I hung up when they asked who I was.

THE END

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Christmas Ball-Busting
by Caligula (address withheld)

***

A man and a women fight over a hard to find toy for a
Christmas present. The woman wins. (MF, v)

***

Dan was a young man of 32, wearing his sweat pants and
t-shirt, out looking for the holy grail of toys for his
daughter, Pull-my-Finger Thelmo. All holiday season
long his daughter had talked about nothing else and his
wife made sure he understood there would be no sex for
6 months if their dear daughter did not get her dream
toy.

But Thelmo was the scarcest of toys this holiday
season.

As he walked up and down the aisles he wondered how
he'd get along with no sex, when suddenly, there it was
lying amongst a clutter of crappy toys, PULL-MY-FINGER
THELMO!

He was only distracted momentarily by a gorgeous woman
rapidly coming down the aisle towards him. She was
wearing a very short and tight black mini-skirt and she
had 3-inch black patent leather high heels on. Dan was
only brought out of his reverie upon discovering she
was reaching for the Thelmo doll! He quickly narrowed
the gap between them and also grabbed for Thelmo. Of
course they both took hold at the same time.

SHIT! Dan knew he was in for an argument now.

The woman rather grumpily said, "Sir, if you don't
mind, I had Thelmo first."

Dan would not be put off. He figured better end this
quick and to do that he'd have to get nasty. After all,
his daughter had to have a Thelmo.

"Listen lady, I saw him first so get your hands off.
You come down the aisle wiggling your ass and think I'm
going to hand you the last Thelmo doll in the state
because you think your hot or something. Well fuck
off!"

There, that should do it, Dan thought.

The woman became really pissed now and apparently had
the same idea about ending it quickly. "Okay, prick!
Get your fucking hands off my doll! I've been shopping
all day, dealing with assholes like you and I'm sick of
it. So get fucked!"

Now Dan was fuming. How dare she talk to him like that!
"Okay bitch, let go or else!"

"Or else what!!!"

"Or you'll get hurt, little woman!" Dan put the
emphasis on the 'woman'.


The 'woman' had finally had enough of Dan. "I think
you're the one about to get hurt, fuckface!" And with
that, the beautiful lady brought her knee up swiftly
into Dan's unprotected nut sack.

"OOOOMMMMMPPFFFFF!!!" Dan's eyes widened and he doubled
up a bit, but managed to keep his death grip on Thelmo.
"You fucking whore!!!"

This pissed her off even further and again, she thrust
her attractive knee into Dan's testicles.

Still, Dan clung to the doll.

The woman was surprised he was still standing after
what she had done. He must really want that doll, she
thought, but she was still fuming. So again she
assaulted his nuts with her lovely knee. Same results.
Bent but not broken.

It took all Dan had not to pass out; he was so
traumatized that he couldn't even go on the offensive.
But his daughter needed that doll!

The woman thought for a brief second about what to do
next. The thought hit her as she looked down at her
pointy high-heels. She looked back up at Dan and smiled
at him. She released the doll and took a slight step
back.

Dan thought he had won and so relaxed a bit, trying to
straighten his posture. He was wrong. He watched in
horror as the sexy woman swung her leg back, and then
kicked forward with all her might, releasing the
frustration she had built up all day Christmas
shopping.

Her shoe's pointy toe smashed into his left ball,
crushing it. Dan dropped like a rock as the woman
daintily picked up the Thelmo doll from the ground,
laughing. "Well, tough guy, looks like you're the one
who got the 'or else'!" And with that she kicked him
once more, this time catching him in his right nut.

Dan only groaned and vomited.

Just then on the loudspeaker the store manager
announced, "Attention shoppers, we have just received a
HUGE shipment of Pull-My-Finger Thelmo, enough for
everyone. Merry Christmas!"

The woman laughed hysterically at this and dropped the
Thelmo doll she and Dan had fought over right on his
injured groin. She'd get a new one, since Dan had
crushed the box when she kicked his scrotum. "Merry
Christmas, loser," she said pleasantly. "By the way, I
just love the Nutcracker Ballet, don't you?" She
laughed at her own joke and left to get a new Thelmo
doll, leaving Dan in the fetal position on the floor.

The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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Merry Christmas Bobby
By Just Plain Bob (rdavi...@msn.com)

***

The holidays suck man; they suck big time. Everything
bad that has ever happened to me has happened during
the period that stretches from Thanksgiving to New
Years. (F/m-teen, 1st, oral)

***

It started when I was fourteen. The family was going to
Hawaii the week after Thanksgiving for a two-week stay.
God, but was I ever up for it. Two weeks on sunny
beaches that would be wall to wall with gorgeous babes
in bikinis. A true masturbator's paradise, except that
I didn't go.

Two days before we were scheduled to leave I slipped on
a patch of ice, fell down two flights of stairs and
ended up with my right leg broken in two places. The
hotel and the airline tickets were prepaid and non-
refundable so I was parked with my Aunt Louise and
Uncle George while the rest of the family went off to
have fun.

When I was fifteen my appendix burst three days before
Christmas and I spent a week in the hospital. When I
was sixteen I spent Christmas in the hospital again.
That time it was because my tonsils had become inflamed
and they had to be removed.

The year I was seventeen I got to make another trip to
the hospital where I was by now on a first name basis
with the admitting clerk. My older sister who had
recently married had the family over for Thanksgiving
dinner. They said it was the turkey, but whatever it
was it had the entire family in the emergency room
having their stomach's pumped.

That brings me to this year. I'm eighteen and Christmas
is in five days and I am again in the hospital, this
time with both legs broken and in traction. I was
walking home from the library when a lady driving down
the street hit a deep pothole, lost control of her car
which veered up over the curb and onto the sidewalk and
nailed me. God, but I do so fucking hate the god damned
holiday season.

***

I was resting when she came into the room and it was
several minutes before I even realized she was there.
She stood there nervously clutching her purse and
looking at me and it was obvious to me that she wanted
to say something but was having trouble getting it out.

She glanced over at the guy in the bed next to me and
then back at me and then she moved forward three or
four steps and then just stood there, eyes flickering
back and forth between my roommate and me. I was
starting to think that she was in the wrong room when
she steeled herself, stepped to my bedside, gave me a
nervous smile and said:

"Bobby, I'm Laura, Laura Ronny." She hesitantly stuck
out her hand as she said, "I'm... I'm the one who hit
you."

I was just a bit groggy from medication, but I managed
to take her hand and shake it.

"I'm so sorry. It happened so fast; one second I was
driving along and then suddenly the car lurched to the
right and jumped the curb. I had my foot on the brake
and I was pushing down on it as hard as I could, but
the car wouldn't stop, I'm just so sorry."

I didn't know what I was supposed to say so I just lay
there and looked at her. She stood there shifting back
and forth on her feet, either waiting for me to say
something or trying to think of something else to say
and then she handed me a piece of paper:

"It's my phone number. If you need anything, anything
at all, just give me a call, please? I have to go now,
my husband is waiting for me downstairs, but I'll be
back. I'm sorry Bobby, I didn't mean to hurt you."

As she turned to leave I saw a tear roll down her cheek
and as she walked to the door I couldn't help but
notice that she had a marvelous ass. Brad, the guy in
the next bed gave out a low whistle and said:

"Play your cards right kid and I'll bet you could get
yourself a taste of that."

Yeah, right, I thought as I nodded off to sleep.

***

Over the next several days Laura came by everyday
during visiting hours. She brought me candy; magazines
to read and she even gave me an IPOD loaded with hip-
hop music. I didn't have the heart to tell her I hated
that shit so I just smiled and thanked her. She asked
me if I was tired of hospital food and when I said yes
she started bringing me take out from Burger King,
McDonald's and Pizza Hut. She did everything she could
think of to try and show me how sorry she was that she
had put me in the hospital.

Every time she left Brad would say something like, "She
feels guilty as hell kid, best you take advantage of
it. A couple of moves on your part and she'll give it
up. She'll feel that she owes you."

I didn't pay much attention to him, not that I wouldn't
have loved to be able to do what he said, but she was a
thirty-eight year old mother of three with a husband
and I was an eighteen year old boy. But I did think of
her a lot. She was one hot looking woman and I loved
watching the way her ass moved every time she walked
out of the room.

Laura was about five feet, five inches tall, maybe one
hundred-thirty pounds and in addition to that great ass
she had a marvelous pair of tits. The only thing about
her that I didn't like was that she had short hair; I
just don't like short hair on girls, but Laura did give
me a woodie every time she walked into the room. I know
she knew it because she couldn't help but notice the
way my sheet tented up when she visited.

She wasn't the only one who noticed. Mabel, the
afternoon shift nurse noticed it too. She thought it
was funny. Mabel always seemed to come into the room
just after Laura would leave and the tent would still
be there because I would have just finished watching
Laura's ass as she walked out. Mabel would giggle and
say something like:

"Too bad I'm a health care professional Bobby, or I'd
take care of that for you. We have some young girl
candy stripers coming in on the weekend, maybe I can
get one of them to give you a hand."

I'd get all embarrassed and my hard on would wilt. On
Christmas Eve Mabel said, "If you can talk her into
taking care of your problem Bobby, just tell her to
close the door and I'll see to it you are not
disturbed" and when I blushed she laughed.

***

It was Christmas day and my family had come and gone,
Brad had been discharged and I was alone. I was
surprised when Laura walked in, I thought that she
would be busy with her own family. I hadn't expected to
see her and I told her so.

"I put you here Bobby, I ruined your Christmas so the
least I can do is visit. Actually, I had to come so I
could give you your Christmas present."

She hadn't been carrying anything except her purse when
she came in so I said, "What present?"

She smiled, got up and went over to the door, closed it
and then walked back to the bed. "It is a very special
gift Bobby," and she pulled the sheet down and exposed
the pole that had been making it a tent. She looked
into my eyes as her right hand wrapped around my hard
cock and slowly began to stroke it.

"I hope you like blow jobs Bobby," and then she bent at
the waist and took my cock into her mouth. One hand
fondled my nuts and the other gripped the base of my
cock as she took me as far into her mouth as she could.
She moved her head slowly up and down a couple of times
and then she took her mouth off me and asked:

"Do you like it Bobby? Do you like my mouth on your
hard cock?"

"Oh God yes," I moaned. She smiled and said, "Good."

She stuck her tongue out and circled the head of my
cock with it and then licked the bottom of my cock all
the way down to my ball sack. She sucked on my balls
for a bit and then she moved her tongue along the upper
side of my cock until she got back to the cock head.

"You taste good Bobby and I like nice tasting cock. You
want me to keep on?"

"Oh God yes please."

Her mouth swallowed me again. Her head started bobbing
up and down and while one hand caressed my balls I felt
her move the other one under me. A finger slid along
the crack of my ass and I felt it touch my butt hole.
The fingertip teased my hole as her head began moving
faster. I felt the explosion coming and I moaned:

"Oh Jesus, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," and
Laura shoved her finger in my asshole.

I arched up off the bed and drove my cock as deep into
Laura's mouth as it would go just as I erupted like a
volcano. My cock pushed out spurt after spurt and Laura
gulped and swallowed until my cock started to soften.
She held it in her hand and licked it clean before
letting it go and then she said:

Merry Christmas Bobby. Same time tomorrow?"

I didn't trust myself to speak so I just nodded my head
"yes" and she smiled and said, "Good." Then she leaned
over me and gave me a light kiss on the lips and then
she turned to go. Just as she reached the door she
turned and said, "I've seen the way you look at my ass
Bobby. Would you like to fuck me there?"

Again I didn't trust myself to speak, but she must have
gotten her answer form the look on my face because she
gave me a dazzling smile and said:

"I thought so. Hurry up and mend Bobby."

She blew me a kiss and left.

END

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Authors name: Warthog (war...@boxtwo.com)
Story title : Christi (A Typical Wife) Parts 1 and 2

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Christi (A Typical Wife) Part 1
by Warthog (war...@boxtwo.com)

This is a story about a typical housewife, with a
typical family in a typical suburban setting. The 32
year old housewife's name is Christi. Christi shares a
house with her husband Mike, that's me, and our 5 year
old son. Christi is an exotic beauty with long dark
hair and lovely big brown eyes.

During Christi's pregnancy with our son, she put on a
few pounds. For years she struggled with diets in order
to lose the weight and get back her shape. Recently,
with determination and discipline Christi lost her
weight. A good exercise program helped tone her body.

Now let me describe the new Christi. She stands five
and a half foot tall and measures 35D-21-35. As you can
tell from the stats, Christi is stacked. I'm not sure
whether it was the pregnancy, the extra weight or just
getting older, but Christi had developed world class
breasts. Christi's breasts are firm and stand out
proudly, even with their above average weight. It is no
problem for her to go without a bra. With the
appropriate dress (bra-less of course), Christi's
topside is the center of attention.

When seen from the rear, one might think that Christi's
ass is her best feature. Her small waist flares out to
two well-defined and separated ass cheeks. It amazes
me that such a tiny waist can support Christi's top
half. There's something about seeing Christi in a micro
skirt. If it's tight enough, each cheek is outlined,
pointing the way to one of the best pleasure spots
around. If you're lucky enough to catch her bending
slightly, you'll see the bottom of her ass cheeks peak
out beneath the hem of her skirt.

Christi's long brown hair reaches the small of her
back. When she tilts her head back the ends touch the
crack of her ass. Christi's bangs are cut level with
her eyebrows and her hair frames her face on sides.
Apart from her killer body, Christi's best asset is her
eyes. One sultry look from those mysterious eyes will
start the fluids churning in your groin.

A survey of Christi's legs, ass and tummy will find no
ripples of fat. Her skin is so smooth that it feels
like baby's skin. Christi's exercise program toned and
firmed up her muscles. She didn't, however, go so far
that her body has a hard muscular appearance. I like
the cuddly result.

Christi worked on her tan along with her body. She
wears a tiny bikini when she sunbathes. The result is
the most remarkably sexy tan lines I have ever seen.
The great thing about tan lines is that when you see
them, you know your seeing things that nobody else has
the chance to see. That would change soon enough.

Now, on with the story. A fellow I work with was about
to get married. A few of our coworkers decided that a
bachelor party was in order. We agreed that we'd go to
a popular topless bar called 'Leather and Lace' for the
party. Joe, our bachelor, was marrying Jenny. She was a
nice girl but she was rather conservative. Joe was
excited about the party, because he knew he probably
wouldn't have another chance to go out with the guys to
a topless bar once he was married. It was to be his
last fling.

The party was scheduled for a week from the upcoming
Friday. I told Christi about the party. I figured she
might want to do something with her friends that night.
Christi was curious about the bachelor party, however.
She didn't mind me going but she wanted to know what
these parties are like. She asked if she might be able
to go. I told her that I didn't mind but that the other
guys might not like it. I said it was usually an all-
male tradition.

Christi reminded me that there would be women at the
bar. I granted her point but countered that they were
part of the entertainment. She smiled sheepishly at me.
I got the feeling that she felt there was more to this
bachelor party tradition than a topless bar. Out of the
blue she asked me to take her to the topless bar this
weekend. I tried to hide my surprise but I'm sure
Christi saw it. I reminded her that usually the only
women there were dancers. She said she didn't care. She
won the discussion, so we made plans to go Friday.

When Friday evening rolled around, we dropped of our
boy at the baby-sitter and headed for 'Leather and
Lace'. Christi wore my favorite red mini-dress. It was
made of that stretchy material that fits like a glove.
Every inch of Christi's shape was revealed with this
dress. The hem fell a little above mid thigh. The neck
line was low cut showing ample cleavage. She did not
wear a bra. She finished off the outfit with red spiked
high heals and a small red handbag. I told Christi that
she could pass for one of the dancers at the club. She
brushed off my comment as ridiculous.

We went to dinner first then arrived at the club about
eight thirty. Everywhere we went men snapped there
necks when they saw Christi. I know she was aware of
the attention, but she didn't let on. The club was
crowded with people. We managed to find a table, sat
down and ordered drinks. Upbeat music, usually Rock and
Roll, was played continuously by a disk jockey. I
notice several guys around us gawking at Christi. It
made me proud to be with her. She smiled politely at
the men, but she was distracted by what was happening
on the stage. A rather top-heavy lady was stripping to
a slow hard-driving tune.

Christi watched the show with great interest. The
dancer pealed down to her brief bottoms and began to
take tips from the men surrounding the stage. She would
pull her g-string out slightly so that the dollar bills
could be placed under the straps. When she finished her
routine there was considerable currency stuck in her
bottoms. Christi commented on all the money. I informed
her that this kind of work pays well. Christi's
interest was peaked.

Christi noticed that the men did not touch the dancers.
I told her that touching would get you thrown out. It
was a strict rule. Christi commented that it sounded
like a good job if you had the looks and didn't mind
showing your body to a room full of men. I called
Christi's attention to all the guys around our table
looking at her. I speculated that they were waiting to
see Christi on the stage. She grimaced at my
speculation and said, "No way." I reminded her that
most of the women there were dancers or waitresses.
Naturally, these guys figured that Christi was a dancer
based on the outfit she was wearing. She brushed it
off.

After we watched a few more dancers on the stage,
Christi informed me that she was going to the lady's
room. She was gone for a few minutes and when she
returned she was excited about something. I asked her
what was up. She told me that a man in a business suit
had approached her and asked if she would do a private
dance for a group of his friends. She said she told him
that she wasn't a dancer. He said it didn't matter to
him. She said he stuck a twenty dollar bill between her
breasts and said it was a down payment. Christi said he
went back to his table before she could return the
money.

Christi looked excited as she handed me the twenty. She
asked me what to do. I told her to do what she wanted
to do. I don't know if it was the money or Christi's
curiosity, but I knew she wanted to pay this guy
another visit. Christi got that little girl look and
asked if I would be mad if she danced for the man. The
idea kind of excited me. It made me proud that other
men thought my Christi was sexy. I told Christi that I
wouldn't be mad and that she should go ahead and dance
for the guy if she wanted to.

Christi flashed me a big smile then as quickly she
frowned. I ask her what was wrong. She said that she
wasn't sure what to do. I reminded her that she had
been watching these dancers for almost an hour. I told
her to do what they do.
She developed a concerned look then asked me if they
expected her to remove her dress. I nodded. She asked
again if I minded. I told her to go have fun.

Christi's smile returned. She told me where she would
be. She took off, wiggling her ass as she walked. Necks
turned as she made her way across the room. I got up
and moved closer so I could see Christi's show. She
walked up to the man sitting at the table and said
something to him. He smiled and pulled up a chair for
Christi. She sat down.

After two songs had passed the men around Christi's
table cleared an area on the floor beside the table. A
little stool was produced from under the table for
Christi to stand on. The song playing was perfect for
stripping. The tune had a steady slow hard-driving beat
and the female singer had an alternating sweet then
rough voice that had a sexy quality to it.

Christi stood up on the little platform and began to
swing her hips to the beat. She put both arms in the
air, drawing attention to her large breasts. This
action also raised her skirt to the point where the
bottom of her ass was poking out. She played with her
hair as she looked into the eyes of each man at the
table. Her sultry eyes paralyzed each man as she looked
them in the face.

Men at other tables began to notice Christi's show.
They all stared with growing lust. Christi's now
tousled hair was evenly distributed in front and back.
In front, her hair caressed her big tits on each side.
Christi lowered her arms and pulled down her skirt.
With her arms at her side, her tits were forced
together deepening her cleavage. Christi reached up
with both hands and cupped her breasts. She hefted
them, showing the men their considerable weight. Her
audience was staring with theirs mouths wide open.

Christi turned her back on the men and bent over
slowly, finally touching her ankles. This caused her
skirt to ride up. The men could now see her panty
covered pussy. Slowly she worked her hands up her legs
to the hem of her skirt. She turned back to face the
men and grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands
and stretched it outward. Christi's face gave a
personal 'fuck me' invitation to each of the men. With
her skirt stretched out and her lusty look, I had the
impression that she secretly wanted to be filled with
cock.

Christi released her skirt and reached up with both
hands crossed and lifted the straps of her dress off
her shoulders. She slowly pulled the straps down. Her
dress was so tight that she met some resistance getting
the top of her dress down. Her firm tits stood out from
her body requiring that the dress be stretched out to
release her breasts from their confines. After a brief
struggle they were freed, Christi's jerking motion
causing them to jiggle. Several 'Wows' were heard once
Christi's tits were in view. Christi's dollar size
nipples were at full attention.

Christi continued to pulled her dress down over her
hips and thighs.

Finally it hit the platform and she kicked it to the
nearest man. Christi's very shear panties were all
that stood between these men and her considerable
charms. Most of the dancers wore a form of bathing suit
bottom. Christi, however, had underwear on that hid
very little. Her dark pubic hair was clearly visible
through the panties.

Christi's audience began to make their contributions.
She would eagerly pull her panties out to allow the
bills to be inserted in the waist band. It was
impossible for Christi to pull the straps out in such a
way that her pussy was not visible. A few eager hands
grazed her pubic hair as they paid up. Several hands
brushed her smooth legs. None of the touches were
overtly intentional. These guys knew the rules.

When the song was over they all applauded Christi. She
wrestled her tight dress back on and sat down. It took
a few pulls here and there around her breasts to get
them back in their proper place. Christi pulled up her
skirt and collected all the bills. She folded them up
and held them in her hand as she made small talk with
the guys. After a few minutes of chatting, she got up
and looked around for me. I met her as she walked back
to our table.

As we sat down, I noticed that Christi was very
excited. I asked her how it went. She told me how
exciting it was. She said there was sort of a feeling
of power. Christi said she knew these men wanted her,
but all she was going to do is let them look and wish.
She told me that she was going to fuck the hell out of
me when we got home. I told her I was looking forward
to it.

Christi counted her tips and shocked us both when the
total reached $115. Her 10 minute intense sexual show
had netted over one hundred dollars. She told me that
the group of men were having a bachelor party. Christi
said they invited her to a nearby hotel to continue the
party. She refused, of course, but they offered her
$100 dollars a man, totaling $600.

As we were leaving the bar the disk jockey announced
that there would be an amateur stripping contest the
following Friday. I reminded myself that next Friday
was the night of our bachelor party. An amateur contest
should be fun. As the disk jockey announced the
particulars including a $800 prize, I noticed that
Christi had stopped walking and was listening intently.
When the announcement was finished, Christi leaned into
me and told me that she wanted to enter the contest.

We left the club and got into the car. Christi
immediately begged me to let her enter the contest. I
reminded her that the bachelor party was the following
week. She reminded me that none of my coworkers had
ever met her. She said they wouldn't know who she was
unless I told them. I reluctantly agreed to Christi's
request. The prize money did sound extremely good.

As the following Friday neared, Christi got more and
more excited. She practiced her dancing every day. I
told her that the show she put on last Friday could
hardly be improved upon. We talked about that night and
it made us hot. She seemed to dwell on the invitation
she received to join the men at a hotel room. Christi
asked me what I thought they would want her to do at
the hotel. I told her I didn't know for sure, but that
it was probably more than dancing. She pressed on,
asking if they would want to fuck her. I told her
probably so. I added that they might all want to fuck
her at the same time. She looked confused but excited.

Christi was a virgin when we were married. She did not
have any experience beyond our sex life. She was quite
naive about some sexual practices. The actions of the
past week had awakened a fire in Christi that I had
never seen. She asked me how more than one man could
fuck a woman. I told her that one might fuck her pussy
while one would fuck her mouth. I added that she might
take a third in her asshole.

I figured this would turn Christi off. We had played
around with anal sex some, but she never seemed to like
it. To the contrary, I notice Christi's breathing had
increased and her face was flushed. This talk of ours
was heating her up. Our discussion ended in great sex.

Christi was all over me. She started with the most
aggressive blow job she had every given me. She sucked
and slurped and generally made a mess all over my cock
and her face. I dumped my load in her mouth in record
time. For the first time that I could remember Christi
swallowed all of my cum after letting a little bit
dribble out of her mouth. She cleaned up the mess with
her tongue and continued sucking me until I was hard
again. She pounced on my cock with her pussy. She rode
me for what seemed like minutes at full thrust. She had
two intense orgasms. We drifted off to sleep thinking
about the next weekend.

Christi went shopping for a new dress and shoes. I
asked her to model it for me but she refused. She told
me I would have to wait until Friday to see it.
Christi's teasing was making me anxious for Friday
night. After work on Friday I went home hoping to sneak
a peek at my wife's outfit. Instead, I found a note
indicating that she had already left.

I met my coworkers at the club at eight. Joe was joined
by Tim, Walt, Jeff and Sam. They had arrived first and
had already secured a large table. I sat down and
ordered a beer. The stripping contest was scheduled to
start at nine. We all settled down to some prime girl
watching and beer drinking. Each of us brought along 25
one dollar bills for Joe the use for tips. He was
having a great time distributing them to the sexy
dancers.

By the time the contest started we all had a pretty
good buzz on. Most of the amateur dancers were true to
their status. They either couldn't dance or were not
very good looking. Christi didn't have much competition
yet. By ten-thirty I began to wonder if Christi had
chickened out. The quality of the ladies was steadily
improving. I speculated that they set the order up
based on looks and ability, saving the best for last.
When the disk jockey informed us that they had one
contestant left, I figured Christi had decided not to
go through with it.

I was quickly proved wrong when out strolled Christi.
She was the embodiment of sex. Her hair had been
loosely curled resulting in a fuller look. It looked as
though she had twice as much hair. It was styled high
on top and full on the sides. Her cute little bangs
pointed the way to her sexy eyes. She had obviously
spent a good deal of time on her eye makeup. She wore
bright red lipstick.

The dress she wore, if it could be called a dress, was
black and skin tight. It looked painted on. It had no
straps over the shoulders. It did not have the typical
'V' neck cut that Christi usually wore to show off her
cleavage. Instead it was cut straight across above her
breast. The dress had a strategically placed hole,
about four inches in diameter, situated between and
slightly below Christi's breasts. The bottom inside
quarter of both breasts were exposed. Her nipples were
barely covered and the tips raised large bumps in the
dress material.

Additional four inch holes were found on both sides of
the dress and one exposed Christi's belly button. The
skirt was just long enough to cover her ass-cheeks. She
wore a thick gold chain around her waist accentuating
her tiny middle. Christi had on a large pair of
earrings that featured the male symbol with its arrow
pointing through the circle of the female symbol. The
meaning was unmistakable. She rounded out the outfit
with black high heal shoes with 5 inch spikes.

Christi walked slowly around the stage. She did not
smile. Her face showed intense concentration. She had
the crowd's attention. They clapped to the beat of the
music. My coworkers had big smiles on the faces and
tents growing in their pants. Christi looked at each
man with her sultry look, inviting each one to show her
how much of a man they were. I had the impression that
she would have taken on the whole crowd if allowed to.

Christi bumped to the music demonstrating the
flexibility of her hips. I could visualize her stuffing
a long cock in her box and bringing it off with those
twisting hips. She bent over allowing everyone a peak
at her black lace underwear. The only part of her
panties visible was the material covering her pussy and
asshole. They were the T-back variety. She
straightened up and pulled her skirt down.

Christi cupped her big tits with her hands, pushing
them together. She grabbed the material covering her
nipples and began to pull out. She stopped and looked
at the crowd trying to get a reaction. The hoots and
whistles persuaded her to give the guys a peak. She
stretched the material up and out allowing her nipples
to breathe. The yells and whistles peaked. Christi
quickly let go causing the material to snap back. Her
tits jiggled for a few seconds in reaction.

Christi raised her hands above her head, then fluffed
up her hair causing it fall every which way. Her skirt
raised up showing the small triangle of her panties.
Christi must have trimmed her pubic hair because it
should have been visible around the small covering. She
cleared her hair from her face by snapping her head
forward then back. Christi succeeded in putting her
hair in place but caused quite a scene when her tits
bounced around. Several guys around the stage threw
there heads back in disbelief.

It was time for Christi to strip. She hooked her thumbs
under the top of her dress and stretched the material
out. She hesitated, trying to get a reaction from the
crowd. When she was satisfied with the increased noise,
she lifted the top of her dress over her tits and let
the material gathered at her waist. She cupped her
breasts with her hands and hefted them for the crowd.
They cheered as she pinched her nipples with her long
red fingernails. She then reached for the hem of her
skirt and pulled it up to her waist. Christi made one
more stroll around the stage before pulling the dress
completely off.

The crowd had their tips ready. Christi made the rounds
taking the tips, kissing some of the guys and mashing
her tits into the face of a few lucky fellows. Several
guys managed to get some good feels of Christi's tits.
A few patrons grabbed Christi's ass. One fellow managed
to get his finger in Christi's pussy. She just stared
at him as he put the finger in his mouth. The large
crowd screened all this activity from the club
management so no one was thrown out.

Unshaken, Christi went on. When I made my contribution
she French kissed me right in front of the crowd. This
generated one of the loudest rounds of noise of the
night. Joe our bachelor, managed to get his face beat
up by Christi's large breasts. When Tim gave her his
tip he said something in her ear. She nodded positively
and moved to Sam. I wondered what Tim had said.

When Christi finished, she blew a kiss, wiggled her ass
and disappeared off the stage. She never once smiled
during the show. With her lusty look who would need to.
It was not surprising that Christi won. She finally
smiled when the club manager gave her the $800 check.
Christi had managed to get dressed before the
presentation. I still couldn't believe how sexy she
was.

To my surprise Christi walked over to our table when
the presentation was over. Without hesitation she
jumped into Tim's lap and said in a coy way, "Hi
fellas." Christi mashed her big tits into Tim's
shoulder as she talked. She asked, "Did you guys like
my show?" Everyone acknowledged in unison. Christi
flushed at the response. She panted, "Would one of you
guys buy me a drink? I'm so thirsty." She let her
tongue rest on her lower lip, indicating how parched
she was. Sam replied, "Sure Baby, anything you want."

When the waitress brought the drinks, Christi shifted
to Sam's lap. For buying her a drink Christi rewarded
Sam with a deep kiss with lots of tongue action. This
surprised me for two reasons. First, here was my wife,
passionately kissing one of my friends in front of me.
Second, Sam was black. The last thing I expected was to
see my wife swapping tongues with Sam. Christi stroked
his leg and crotch as they kissed.

Every ten minutes or so Christi would crawl into
someone else's lap. After Jeff had his turn he turned
to me and whispered, "This fox is hot as a firecracker.
I know she would let us fuck her. Did you see her grab
my crotch?" Walt told me the same thing. Walt, who is
also a black man, added, "Its been a while since I've
had some white pussy." Christi appeared to be avoiding
me. Finally, after everyone had their turn of Christi
sitting in their lap, she came and sat in my lap.

Christi whispered in my ear, "I'm so hot, Mike. Your
friends are quite aggressive. I've been stroked and
patted. Two of your friends worked their fingers into
my pussy and one tried to put one in my ass. It's taken
all the control I have not to ride one of those hands
to orgasm." I looked at her with a slightly
disapproving look and said, "So, your having a good
time, huh?" She said, "Please don't be mad, Mike." I
smiled and said, "I'm just teasing, I'm not mad." I
congratulated her on winning the contest.

Christi smiled and said, "Sam and Jeff both asked me to
go to a hotel with the group. They said they would pay
me $500 dollars if my performance at the hotel was as
good as the one here. What do you think?" I knew what
would happen if Christi went to a hotel with these
guys. I found myself excited at the thought. I said,
"If you want to go its fine by me, but you know what is
likely to happen." Christi trembled with excitement at
my words, then whispered, "I know, Mike. This whole
evening has gotten me hotter than the sun. All I have
been able to think about tonight is being with all your
friends. If it's all right with you, I would like to go
to the hotel and let them have sex with me." I said,
"It sounds like fun to me. Go for it." Christi gave me
a big hug and a deep kiss.

This was going to be a profitable night for Christi. I
figured when it was over she would be $1500 richer.
Christi passed the word, personally, to all the guys
that the party would continue at a more private place.
But that, of course, is another story.




Christi (A typical Wife) Part 2
By Warthog (war...@boxtwo.com)

When we last left Christi, she had just won an amateur
stripping contest at the club 'Leather and Lace'. My
coworkers and I had gathered at the club to celebrate
Joe's last week as a bachelor. Christi had graciously
accepted an invitation to join our group after the
contest was over. We sat and talked and downed an
abundance of alcoholic. Two of my friends suggested
that Christi accompany the group to a nearby hotel for
a more private party. She accepted. Little did my
friends know that they had just invited my wife to a
hotel for what they hoped would be a non-stop gang-
bang.

We paid the tab and headed for the door with Christi in
tow. Fortunately, Walt had his van. We all piled in
and headed for the nearest hotel. Christi sat in the
back between Jeff and Sam. Tim sat in the front but his
attention was to the rear. In fact, even Joe and I,
sitting in the middle, had our necks turned to watch
Christi. Poor Walt had to keep his eye on the road.

I watched as Jeff grabbed a handful of Christi's tit
through one of the openings in the side of her dress.
Sam ran his hand up Christi's leg. She opened her legs
to allow him to reach his goal. Sam pulled aside
Christi's panties and inserted a big black finger into
her pussy. Christi made a sound that sounded like a
cross between a moan and a growl. She was definitely
enjoying herself. Sam and Jeff took turns kissing
Christi. Their tongues were getting very well
acquainted.

When we arrived at the hotel Christi had transformed
from a sexy woman to a sex hungry animal. Sam and Jeff
got her so worked up that she was desperately trying to
get Jeff's cock out of his pants. We calmed her down so
that we could leave the van. Even so, Christi's
breathing was heavy and she kept squirming around. We
had to get her to the hotel room and put her fire out.

We got out of the van and headed for the lobby door. I
reminded Christi to pull down her skirt. She was so out
of it that she didn't notice that her ass was hanging
out. She quickly straightened herself up. As we walked
through the lobby, heads turned in Christi's direction.
Although she had straightened her dress, it still
revealed more than it hid. The fact that Christi's face
was flushed and her hair was fluffed up from all the
groping, made it clear to all observers that seriously
heavy sex was in her immediate future.

Tim got us a room on the eleventh floor. We got in the
elevator for the trip up. The elevator was old and it
moved slowly. This gave Christi an opportunity for more
groping. She backed up into Tim and rubbed her ass up
and down on his crotch. Christi tilted her head back
against Tim's shoulder and kisses him deeply as he
grabbed two handfuls of her big melons. She made that
moaning growling noise again as Tim squeezed one tit
and moved his other hand down to massage her pussy. The
old man that got on the elevator with us almost had a
heart attack.

I was relieved when we reached our floor and got out of
the elevator. Fortunately, the room was nearby. I
wanted to get Christi out of site as quick as possible.
Tim opened the door and ushered her in. The rest of us
followed Christi in, watching her ass swivel as she
entered the room.

The room was good a size. There was a king size bed, a
table and plenty of chairs. Christi seemed to change
now that we were in the hotel room. I thought maybe
she was having second thoughts. It could be rather
intimidating for a woman to be in a relatively small
room with six horny men. Of course, Christi knew what
was expected of her.

Once everyone was in the room, Tim locked the door. The
now serious Christi said, "Its time for my second
performance." So much for Christi wanting to back out.
She seemed to have a plan. She began telling everyone
where to sit. Sam and Jeff sat on the bed and the rest
of us sat in chairs. We ended up in sort of a circle.
Christi shimmied over to the room radio and turned it
on. She tuned in a station that played hard Rock and
Roll.

Christi announced, "We are gathered here to celebrate
Joe's upcoming wedding. In that spirit, it is my
intention to see that no man in this room leaves
tonight unsatisfied. I know that if I am successful, I
will be the most satisfied of all." Everyone applauded
Christi's little speech. Christi bowed with a smile
then continued, "You men get ready now, because my
second show will be hotter and faster than the first."

Christi began her dance by swaying those luscious hips
to the beat of the music. She raised the hem of her
skirt on the right side and grabbed the strap of her
panties. She pulled down the strap and her hem with it.
She managed this without flashing the 'V' between her
legs. She repeated the act for the left side. All this
was accomplished while rocking her hips to the music.
She now danced with the straps of her panties dangling
out from under her skirt.

Christi ran her hands through her hair fluffing it up,
then slowly traced her hands down her body. She stopped
to cup her tits, pushing them together. Christi then
continued down passed her waist and over her hips. She
hooked the straps of her panties with her thumbs as she
moved her hands down her smooth tanned legs. Christi's
underwear slid down her legs as her hands reached her
ankles. I looked over at Joe who was smiling. He was
getting a great view of Christi's ass. The hem of her
skirt hiked up as she bent at the waist. Joe's eyes
were glued to Christi exposed pussy.

It had been Christi's plan all along to give the guest
of honor the first shot. Joe would have more firsts as
things progressed. Christi straightened up and pulled
her skirt down. She grabbed a vacant chair and placed
it three feet in front of Joe. She sat down in the
chair with perfect posture, head up and hands in lap.
Slowly, Christi began to slouch in the chair. As
Christi's ass moved toward the edge of the chair, her
dress stayed behind. She braced her arms on the chair
arms and lifted her feet off the floor and into Joe's
lap.

Joe now had a pair of spiked high heel shoes gently
rubbing his crotch. He also had an unencumbered view
of Christi's pussy. Her dress was now gathered up at
her hips. Christi whispered seductively, "Touch me,
Joe." Joe didn't have to ask where. He placed his right
index finger into Christi's waiting pussy. "Boy, is she
wet," observed Joe. He retrieved his finger and put it
in his mouth. He added, "Tastes great, too."

Joe put his finger back in Christi's pussy and stroked
her a few times. Christi opened her mouth and pointed
to it. Joe knew what she wanted. He pulled out his
juice-covered finger and offered it to Christi. She
quickly closed her mouth around his finger and gave her
patented moan. Christi licked his finger clean.

Christi removed her shoes from Joe crotch and sat up.
She had stimulated quite a hard-on. There was also a
wet stain on his jeans just left of his zipper. Christi
noticed it and said, "I'm not the only one who's wet."
She bent over, stuck her tongue out and licked the wet
area. Christi then went to work on his belt buckle
with her hands. After loosening Joe's belt, she
unbuttoned his jeans. She reached through the fly and
fished out Joe's hardened steel. His cock measured
about 9 inches long and 6 inches around. Christi opened
her mouth in awe. She was used to seeing my average 6-
inch cock.

Joe was oozing goo from the tip of his cock. Christi
had to have a taste. She smiled at Joe and as she
looked him in the eye, she ran her tongue across the
head of his cock. She pulled her tongue back in her
mouth to sample the pre-cum. Christi moaned, "Ummmmmmm,
tastes good." I said to myself, "I never thought I
would ever see my wife blowing another man." After her
taste, Christi began to give Joe a serious blow job.
She licked his cock from tip to balls. She swallowed
his dick as far as she could. Christi managed about 5
inches.

After a few minutes of sucking, Christi got up and
knelt on the chair.
She rested her arms on the back of the chair and turned
to look at Joe. Christi said in a pouting voice, "Put
it in..... Please, Joe, put your hard cock inside me."
Joe got on his feet and aligned his cock with her
pussy. They were both ready for hot sex. Joe was hard
as a rock and Christi was dripping wet.

Joe rested his cock on Christi's ass while he adjusted
his position. Once he had purchase, he maneuvered his
cock to Christi's opening. He teased her by rubbing the
head of his cock over her clit. Christi moaned and
begged, "Oh please Joe, put it in me. Please." Joe
complied with a slow thrust that pierced Christi's
pussy lips and filled her cunt. She managed to take the
whole 9 inches. Christi tilted her head slightly,
closed her eyes and let out a moan that I could feel in
my gut. Joe had plucked the correct string. Christi was
in heaven.

Joe slowly pulled back out then re-entered. After a few
strokes he picked up the pace. Christi met his thrust
with her own, slamming her ass into Joe's legs. Her
growling moans continued throughout the pounding. After
about 2 minutes of hard heavy sex, Christi came. She
tensed up with her eyes tightly shut and her mouth wide
open. She shook for about 20 seconds and finally let
out a breath. Her moans returned as she resumed fucking
Joe's cock.

After another minute Joe's breathing increased and his
moans got louder. Everybody knew he was about to
squirt. Christi looked back at Joe and said lustfully,
"I want to taste you. Please Joe, cum in my mouth." Joe
nodded, as his orgasm got nearer. Suddenly, he pulled
out his cock and grabbed the head. Christi quickly spun
around and sat down. She opened her mouth and stuck out
her tongue.

Joe laid the head of his cock on her tongue and
released the pent up sperm. Two quick spurts burst out
of his cock. Christi stayed with it. Joe's cock
finished with a steady drool of cum that Christi
collected in her mouth. We all stood up to see Joe's
load, now pooled in Christi's mouth. She made sure
every one could see the load before she swallowed it
down. Christi finished by spit shining Joe's cock. When
she was done, she said, "Thanks Joe for the yummy cum."

Christi stood up and said, "I think it's about time I
got out of this dress." Walt chimed in, "Yea, Baby,
lets see you strip." The bottom of her dress was still
gathered at her waist after fucking Joe. Joe was now
sitting in his chair recuperating. Christi pulled down
her dress and smoothed it out. She was quite a site.
That tight dress clung to her body, detailing every
sexy curve. Christi's hair had developed a wild look
during all the pounding she took from Joe. Her cheeks
were red with the flow of blood through her body.

Christi began her bump and grind once again, this time
dancing for the rest of us. She danced up to me and sat
in my lap. Christi wiggled her ass against my hardening
cock still trapped in my jeans. She took my hands and
placed them on her big tits. I massaged those mounds
while she threw her head back against my shoulder. She
moaned as I stroked her nipples. Christi finished with
me by giving me a wet kiss.

Christi danced from man to man, swapping tongues and
rubbing her body against ours. When she was through, we
all had built tents in our pants. Christi moved to the
center of our circle, hooked the top of her dress with
her thumbs and struggled to get the tight dress over
her large breasts. They finally jiggled free, when she
yanked the material down. She continued pushing the
dress down until it hit the floor. Christi now stood in
front of us with only a smile and a pair of 'fuck me'
high heel shoes.

Christi reached for Sam's hand and said, "Sam, it's
been a fantasy of mine to be fucked by a black man." I
said to myself, "You never told me that." Christi took
Walt's hand in her remaining hand and continued; "Now I
have two handsome studs to choose from. My problem is I
can't make up my mind." She looked at Sam and Walt with
a pouting face. Sam's face brightened with an idea. He
said, "Why don't we both fuck you at the same time."
Christi's smiled returned as she said, "That's a
perfect solution." I wasn't buying her act. That's what
she wanted all along.

Sam and Walt quickly shed their clothes while Christi
crawled on the bed and waited. When Christi got an
eyeful of what awaited her, she gasped. Walt's cock
was huge. I couldn't begin to estimate how long it was.
I know it exceeded a foot and it was thicker than
Christi's wrist. If that wasn't enough, Sam's cock
appeared to be larger. As they stood side by side, I
figured Sam to be almost 2 inches longer than Walt and
slightly thicker in girth. Christi was definitely in
for a rough ride.

Christi developed a concerned look on her face and she
said, "I'm not sure I can take those monsters." Sam
reassured her, "Baby, we'll be real gentle. You just
need a little preparation, that's all." Christi said,
"This won't hurt will it." "Naw... Just relax, Baby,"
said Sam. Both men got on the bed with Christi. Sam
moved to her left and began stroking her pussy. Walt
moved to Christi's right and began to kiss her. Walt
massaged Christi's tits while there tongues played tag.

I was amazed at the contrasts found in this scene. I
guess the most obvious was the black skin of Walt and
Sam against my wife's white skin. Even with her deep
tan, she looked almost pale next to the two black men.
The next contrast was size. Both men were well over six
feet and heavy set. Christi's average female height
made her look tiny next to Walt and Sam. In fact, she
looked fragile. Christi was the china shop and Walt and
Sam were the bulls. Finally, how was Christi going to
fit two and a half feet of cock into her small
orifices. We would soon know.

Sam put his big index finger into Christi's pussy and
began pumping her. Christi's muffled moans were heard
as her body began to squirm. She was heating up. Sam
added a second finger to the first and picked up the
pace of his finger fuck. Squishing and sucking noises
could be heard coming from Christi's pussy. Her juices
were flowing in response to Sam's efforts. Christi's
moans got louder as Sam inserted a third finger. With
three of Sam's big fingers inside her pussy, Christi
was taking the equivalent of one of these monster black
cocks.

Christi thrashed around on the bed in lustful bliss.
Walt pulled his lips away from Christi's mouth and Sam
retrieved his juice covered fingers from her pussy. She
continued to thrash around until she realized they had
pulled away. Christi looked at Walt and Sam and begged,
"Don't stop, guys." Sam moved around and knelt in front
of Christi. He said, "I figured you'd like this piece
of meat more than my fingers." Christi stared, wide
eyed, at the monster poised at her pussy. She said,
"Oh, put it in, Sam. Please put it in me."

Sam rubbed the large head against Christi's clit. He
collected some of Christi's juice on his hand and
greased up his cock. Christi was squirming in
anticipation. Sam placed the head at her opening and
pushed forward. Christi was so well lubricated that the
head popped in without a fuss. He eased that big black
cock into Christi until his big balls rested against
her ass. The site was incredible. I would never have
thought that Christi could take the whole thing. I was
curious how big Sam was so I asked, "Say Sam, how long
is that ugly thing?" Sam proudly answered, "Fourteen
and a half inches."

Sam slowly pulled his cock out and then pushed it back
in. He continued slowly pumping Christi for a few
strokes, then began to pick up the pace. Christi was
meeting his thrusts with her own. Walt, who had been
watching Sam's penetration, moved up to Christi's head.
She looked up a Walt as her head bounced with each
thrust of Sam's cock. Walt dangled his substantial tool
over Christi's face. Christi made a small circle with
her lips and moaned, "Ooohhh." The lust on her face was
total. She closed her eyes as she lifted her head to
take Walt's cock in her mouth.

Walt leaned closer to Christi so that she could rest
her head on the pillow. He began to face fuck Christi
while Sam fucked her pussy. Her low moans vibrated
throughout the room. I could still feel them in my gut.
Suddenly, Christi tensed up as she had an orgasm. Walt
pulled his cock out of her mouth while Sam continued
pumping. After about half a minute, Christi began
moving again. She reached up to guide Walt's cock back
to her mouth. The double pumping continued.

After a couple of minutes went by, Sam said, "Lets get
Christi on her knees." Both men pulled out and Christi
turned over. She backed up on Sam's cock and pulled
Walt's cock to her mouth. Christi was the creamy center
of an Oreo fucking. Christi's black studs began to
synchronized their strokes. They would pull out at the
same time and push in at the same time. Christi moaned
with each inward stroke.

It was at this time that I notice that most of Walt's
cock was disappearing into Christi's mouth. I figured
that the angle was better in the new position they were
in. Walt had a near straight shot down Christi's
throat. With each stroke she swallowed more. Finally,
Walt's balls were slapping Christi's chin and her nose
was touching his pubic hair. She hungrily worked on
Walt's cock without a hint of discomfort. Walt busied
his hands by massaging Christi's swaying tits. Every
time he pinched her nipples, she would let out what
sounded like a muffled squeak. Christi's squeaks and
moans served to vibrate Walt's cock. He couldn't take
much more.

After pounding Christi at both ends for about 10
minutes, Walt looked at Sam and said, "She's driving me
crazy with that throat of hers. I'm gonna pop soon."
Sam agreed, "Yea man, her tight snatch has been
squeezing my dick. I think her pussy wants my load.
What say we blow at the same time."
Walt nodded as they quickened their strokes in unison.

Sam and Walt began grunting louder and louder as they
impaled Christi with their swords. Sam growled, "Ready,
one, two, three." At the stroke of three, Sam buried
his cock in Christi as far as it would go and unleashed
his massive load. Likewise, Walt buried his cock down
Christi's throat and gave her tummy a coating that
Phillips would be proud of. They remained in that
position for a few seconds. We all realized then that
Sam had counted Christi down for her third orgasm of
the night.

Walt extracted his cock from Christi's throat to let
her breath. She inhaled deeply after coming out of her
orgasm and with a winded voice she said, "That was
fantastic, guys." She looked at Walt then Sam and
added, "I'm sorry I didn't get to taste you." Sam said,
"Well I think we can do something about that... Hey
somebody, get me that glass over there." Jeff, who was
standing by the table, grabbed a hotel glass and took
the paper off. He handed the glass to Sam, who still
had his cock buried in Christi.

Sam slowly pulled his big black cock out of my pure
white wife's pussy. He positioned the glass under his
emerging cock-head. The sucking action of Sam's
withdrawal had pulled a good portion of his cum out of
the depths of Christi's womb. It was now flowing out of
Christi's pussy and into the glass. Her throbbing pussy
muscles pulsed the last few drops over her clit and
into the glass.

Sam held up the glass to show the guys. We all
applauded the freshly extracted load. Christi finally
relaxed by sitting on the bed. She looked at Sam and
said firmly, "Give it to me, Sam." "Anything for the
lady," replied Sam. He handed her the glass. Christi
swirled the liquid around in the glass a few times then
put the glass to her lips and drank down Sam's gooey
load. A cheer went up in the room as Christi licked the
cum mustache off her upper lip. I thought to myself,
"My wife has turned completely nasty and I love it."

Christi looked around the room and asked, "Whose left?"
Jeff and Tim had already stripped and were waiting for
their turn. They jumped on the bed and began fondling
Christi. Christi gave each partner a big wet kiss.
Christi noticed that I was still sitting in my chair
fully dressed and asked in her best sexy voice, "Hey
Mike, aren't you going to join us." I answered her
question with a question, "You mean you want three men
at once?" Christi didn't answer with words. She merely
looked me in the eye with those killer eyes and nodded
affirmatively. She extended her index finger and
motioned for me to join the group.

Tim and Jeff were busy licking Christi's tits and
stroking her wet pussy. The latter was still moist from
Sam's load. I stripped down and crawled on the bed.
Christi inquired, "OK, who wants to fuck my pussy?" Tim
quickly volunteered. Christi continued, "Who wants to
get sucked?" Jeff raised his hand before I could say
anything. Christi looked at me with a sly look and
said, "Well Mike, I guess that means that you get my
ass." I nodded and said, "Anything to please the lady."
Christi nodded royally and began assigning places.

Christi placed Tim on his back and put Jeff at the head
of the bed. She crawled onto Tim, making sure that she
dragged her large tits across Tim's hard 8 inches. Once
Christi had her pussy aligned with Tim's cock, she
reached back and grabbed his cock. Christi rubbed the
head and shaft across her clit and pussy lips to
lubricate Tim's meat. Once satisfied with her
preparations, Christi inserted Tim's cock head in her
opening and slowly lowered herself. A lustful moan rose
from Christi's throat as she skewered herself on Tim's
hard kabob.

Tim and Christi began banging each other with
increasing pace. Christi looked into Jeff's eyes with a
lusty expression that said, "I got a big hard cock
pounding my pussy and it's making me crazy. Now, if I
only had a cock in my mouth." Jeff got the message. He
positioned himself so that Christi could take his 11
inch log into her mouth. She greedily sucked his meat
into her mouth as she bounced up and down on Tim.

Christi sucked Tim down her throat easily after Walt
paved the way. I was glad that Christi had learn how to
deep throat a cock. I was looking forward to a blow job
from her. Christi was now fucking and sucking these two
guys as if she was possessed. She trashed around has
she took it from both ends. After about five minutes of
pounding, Christi pulled Jeff's cock out of her mouth
and turned around to find me. She said in a labored
voice, "What are you waiting for. I want you in my ass,
now!"

Christi went back to sucking Jeff as I positioned
myself on the bed. I spit on my hands, then rubbed it
on my cock for lubrication. Once I was slick enough, I
pressed my cock to Christi's anal opening. It wasn't
easy to get my cock in her asshole. Christi was
bouncing around quite a bit and she had a good sized
cock occupying the area between her legs. After some
coaxing I got my relatively small six inch dick to
slide into her backdoor.

The next task was to get four people synchronized. I
finally figured out that everything depended on
Christi. I decided to let her do the moving. The other
two guys must have figured the same thing. We all held
our positions and let Christi do the fucking. It was
quite a scene. I could look down and see my own cock
plug Christi's ass and below that Tim's cock was
filling her pussy. I looked up and watched the facial
muscles on the side of Christi's face work on Jeff's
monster.

I was fully aware that Tim's cock was close to mine. I
could feel his shaft through the thin wall between
Christi's asshole and pussy. It must have been quite a
feeling for her as well. Christi had been fucking the
three of us for about 10 minutes when she stiffened and
began shaking. Her orgasm lasted about 30 seconds. She
continued fucking us after her orgasm subsided. A few
minutes later Christi had another one.

The site of my wife in so much pleasure was too much
for me. I began to pump Christi's ass as hard as I
could. After five good strokes I launched my wad into
Christi's bowels. Soon afterward, Jeff pulled his cock
out of Christi's mouth and hosed her face down with his
thick sperm. Christi managed to catch most of it in her
mouth, however her face was covered with Jeff's goo.
Christi used a finger to scrap the cum off her face and
put it in her mouth while Tim continued to pump her
pussy.

Christi was licking Jeff's dick clean when Tim made one
last forceful assault on her pussy and showered her
womb with a big load. My cock was still buried in
Christi's asshole. I could feel Jeff's cock expand when
he came. The whole experience was fascinating as well
as stimulating.

When Christi had finished cleaning Jeff's cock she
dismounted herself from our cocks. She crawled off Tim
and moved down to swab him down. She did her usual
expert job of cleaning up Tim's cock. I wasn't
expecting this kind of treatment, considering where my
cock had been. Christi surprised me, however, when she
finished Tim's cleaning then leaned over to kiss the
head of my cock. Christi smiled slyly at the expression
on my face. She knew that she had shocked me. Christi
then blew me away by opening her mouth and swallowing
my entire cock, whole.

I couldn't believe that Christi did this. Every guy in
the room groaned at her act. Nobody had every seen an
act so nasty. After cleaning my cock thoroughly with
her tongue, she announced, "Don't be so shocked guys.
This afternoon I cleaned myself inside and out down
there." Even so, it was still unconventional.

Christi's admission of her anal preparation convinced
me that she had planned our little gang bang from the
beginning. Evidently, our discussions about the
proposition she had received from those men last week
had motivated her to attempt our little party. I didn't
mind, really. I was too excited with all the fucking
going on.

The evening didn't end after Christi's three man fuck.
We continued until dawn. We took a couple of breaks to
rest, but before it was over I had cum three times and
had taken Christi in every hole. The rest of the guys
had similar experiences except for Tim. He deserved a
shirt with a big 'S' on it. He must have cum 5 or 6
times. Some of Christi's longest orgasms were with Tim.

I lost count of Christi's orgasms. She never tired
during the marathon fuck session. The rest of us
swapped off but Christi participated in every act that
took place. I now saw Christi in a different light. I
was impressed with her ability or talent to give so
much pleasure to so many men at one time. Her reward
was her own pleasure, but it was a fraction of the
cumulative pleasure she gave us. I only hoped she could
now be satisfied with the likes of me after
experiencing all these men.

That morning we all cleaned up and headed back to the
club where our cars were parked. We all said our good-
byes and gave Christi a hug and kiss. Tim handed
Christi a stack of bills and asked, "Christi, can I get
your phone number. I know we'll have another party
soon." Christi replied, "Don't worry Tim, I'll be
around. When you want to see me, just tell Mike. He's
my husband." They all looked at me with stunned
expressions.

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Terri Has A Good Time
By Terri Lane (address withheld)

***

Terri decides to let it all hang out and has
adventuresome sex with her girl friend, her brother and
even the family dog. (FF, MF, inc, F/beast, orgy, mast,
oral, anal)

***

One day I was talking to me friend Terri and brought
the subject up. Terri had never read such a story
before. Since we were at my house, I got the magazine
out and let her read it.

She didn't get as turned on as I did, but said that
she'd like to watch someone get fucked by a dog. I told
Terri the story made me very, very horny. She said that
she doubted that she could get horny enough to do it
with an animal. I told her that it made me very horny
and that I didn't think I could do it either, but I did
want to read about other people doing it with animals.

Well, the subject was dropped, but we continued to talk
about other things while drinking wine. After two
bottles we got very tipsy and started talking about
sex. The next thing we knew, we were naked and in the
pool, having a great time.

Well, I've had sex with women before, but never with
Terri. I didn't know how she felt about making love to
another woman, and never asked. Well I noticed her
staring at my tanned body, so I got out of the pool and
posed. I said, "What do you think?"

She said that I had a great body and a nice pair of
tits. I spread my legs and opened up my pussy with my
fingers showing Terri my pink inner lips and my now
extended clit. Squeezing my erect clit while I shoved
two fingers up my soaking cunt I told Terri I'd like to
do it with her. With that, I jumped into the pool
grabbed her head and shoved it between my tits as I
probed her tight cunt with my fingers and said, well if
you like them so much why don't you suck them.

Terri pulled away from me in shock. I didn't let go of
her though, I tightened my grip on her neck holding her
face to my breast. I kept up my action under the water
with her tight little pussy. Finally I loosened my hole
around her neck as she stopped struggling. I was ready
for her to protest, but instead she continued to suck
my tits gently as I continued to ream her tight pussy.

After a while of mutual sex play we dried off and I
took Terri's had and lead her to my bedroom I had Terri
lie back on my bed and crawled up between her legs and
began to suck her stiff pink nipples as I massaged her
hot slippery slit.

In no time I had her moaning with pleasure and moved
down to her sweet tasting cunt probing her tight pink
hole with my tongue. Terri quickly had a strong climax
and flooded my mouth with her sweet juices. I had a
hard time holding her beautiful body down. She was a
bucker...

After Terri was done with my orally induced orgasm, I
got off her and went to my dresser getting out two of
my favorite toys, a 12 inch vibrator and a long thin
anal probe. Terri gasped at the sight of me armed with
my toys and begged me not to use them on her. But I
wouldn't listen to her and stood over Terri and
straddled her face as I massaged her firm young tits.

Giving Terri the anal probe I instructed her to fuck my
asshole while she ate my pussy. I slowly lowered my
soaking snatch to her lips and tongued her as Terri
pushed the long dildo firmly up my taught asshole. The
feeling of that long shaft penetrating my ass made me
quiver as Terri repeatedly thrust her long tongue up my
cunt and licked and sucked my clit.

We'd hardly begun when I had my first orgasm wetting
Terri's face with my thick pussy juice. Now Terri
begged me to fuck her cunt with the vibrator and I went
willingly to my work spreading her swollen cunt lips
and probing her tight twat with the vibrator as I
licked her swollen distended clit and stretched cunt
lips as the vibrator buzzed inside her. Terri came long
and hard as she continued her assault on my pussy and
anus reaming my cunt with her fingers as she licked my
clit and pounded the probe up my anus bringing me to
one orgasm after another.

-=*=-

In our lust we had not noticed Bill my brother come in.
The first I knew of his presence was when Terri
squealed as I felt her fingers withdraw from my
steaming twat only to be replaced by Bill's hard thick
cock.

Looking back I saw the familiar look of lust in my
brother's face as he reamed my pussy with his big thick
prick and rammed the anal probe in and out of my well
lubricated asshole. Terri sat back in quite shock as my
brother fucked me like a wild man.

In no time I felt Bill's thick load shoot up my cunt as
he pounded out his passion. I came quickly after Bill
and looked over at Terri, hoping that the scene she'd
just witnessed wouldn't turn her off me. At last I
thought our secret was out, Bill and I had been fucking
for about a year and I'd always wanted to have him and
a woman together.

Bill was slumped over me panting, recovering from his
efforts, and I began to wonder if I could get Terri
involved and make our love making a triangle. I pushed
Bill off me and when to Terri who was still standing in
apparent shock. I took her be the hand and lead her to
the shower stall in the hall bathroom. We stepped in
the stall naked together. And after soaping her body
and my own, I rinsed us off and we dried each other.

Then I talked Terri into coming back to my bedroom. As
we entered the room I could see that my brother had
recovered from his efforts on my behalf. He was lying
back on the bed, propped up on his elbows looking at
Terri and me. As we came over to the bed, with me
firmly holding Terri's wrist, I saw his cock begin to
move as it began to swell.

Without another thought I dropped to my knees between
my brother's spread legs, pulling Terri down beside me,
and I sucked his still stiffening cock into my mouth
and rammed it deep in to my throat until it grew to
enormous proportions.

After a minute or so I pulled his throbbing cock from
my mouth and pulled Terri to it. She didn't do anything
but stair at his cock throbbing to his heart-beat. Then
as if in a trance Terri slowly moved into position and
tentatively licked at the purple head of Bill's cock.
Then to my surprise Terri began to aggressively suck
and lick my brother's head and shaft, like her life
depended on it. I think Bill was surprised too as he
watched my beautiful little friend feeding of his cock
with complete abandon.

As I watched Terri sucking my brother, I became more
sexually aroused than I think I'd ever been before. I
began to finger Terri's sweet pussy from behind and
between her legs. This just seemed to inflame Terri to
greater efforts with Bill's cock.

Pretty soon Bill couldn't take it anymore, and he
grabbed Terri by the shoulders, pushing her back,
making her mouth pop from his dick, and spun the girl
around so she was kneeling against the bed with her
upper body over the sheeted mattress. And with lust
driven speed Bill slid down over Terri's body from
behind and rammed his hard cock deep into her twitching
vagina until his balls slapped her cunt lips.

I couldn't stop myself, I slid between Terri's legs and
began to suck and lick her clit until Terri had two
orgasms and Bill filled her tight slit with gallons of
cum. The sight of his sticky sperm dripping from her
slit made me climax again and I licked her cum
slickened snatch until I had sucked down all of my
brother's sweet cream.

Terri and I moved to a side by side position and
continued to tongue fuck each others cunts as Bill sat
and rested watching our pleasure. In no time his cock
was renewed and he began to finger Terri's tight back
door.

Seeing his lust for my friend's asshole and having
denied this pleasure to him in our private sessions I
decided to let Bill fuck me in the ass. I called him
over and told him to fuck my butt while Terri ate my
pussy.

Bill was overcome with desire as he moved in behind me
and gently spread my ass cheeks lowering his face
between the cheeks of my ass and probing my tight
asshole with his tongue. I begged him to ream my anus
with his big dick and he had Terri guide his rock like
cock up my asshole while he pounded me to orgasm. I
continued to lick Terri and made her cum just as Bill
shot his load up my ass. The feeling of his hot sperm
filling my anus made me climax and nearly pass out.
When I regained my senses I could feel Terri's tongue
swirling in and out of my anus as she collected his
sperm from my asshole.

Bill was great and he had moved to Terri's ass-hole and
begun to lick her tight pink puckered asshole as I
tongue fucked her hot cunt. I could tell Bill was ready
again and heard Terri beg him to ram his big thick dick
up her ass. Bill got into position and I guided his
throbbing meet up her sweet tight little asshole
watching as Bill pressed it into her until only his
balls were visible.

I continued my tongue fucking of her cunt and licking
her clit as I felt her convulse time and time again in
sweet orgasm. Soon I to climaxed from her tongue and
fingering of my cunt and anus and Bill came filling her
tight butt with his sperm which I gladly licked up.
Bill was happy but drained and left us to continue our
games. All in all we made love for three hours. When
she left to go home, she invited me over the next day
to "Play around some more."

Saturday afternoon I went over to Terri's house to
play. She invited me in. She was wearing a black
leather mini, black blouse, black fish net stockings
and garters, and high heels. She was hot. I was also
wearing a mini; I also had on a halter top, and heels.

She told me to get on my knees and look under her
shirt. What I saw was a beautiful, clean shaven cunt. I
reached up to touch her but she stopped me. She said
that I'd first have to touch my own shaved cunt. She
said she'd shave me like she did herself this morning.
We went to the bathroom and she undressed me. What I
great sensation it was to have her shave. When she was
done she cleaned me off, grabbed me by the hand and led
me to her room. She told me to lie on the bed and play
with my newly shaven cunt.

As I lay there, I began to rub my cunt, what a feeling.
I went wild. It felt so good. No pubic hair, just skin,
sensitive skin. She watched me as she got undressed.
She got into the bed with me and moved her cunt to
where I could eat her. She was, and still is, so sweet
tasting. As I ate her she played with my cunt, sticking
in a finger then rubbing my clit.

She would stop as I got to excited. I ate her and she
came twice, yet she wouldn't let me cum. She then got
up and left the room. She came back with some nylon
straps and said that if I wanted to cum I'd have to let
her tie me to the bed. She said she wouldn't hurt me. I
agreed.

She tied my wrists and ankles to the bed so that I was
spread eagle. She then got out a vibrator and began to
work on my sensitive clit. The vibrator made me so
horny, but she wouldn't leave it on my clit long enough
to make me cum. I tried to thrust my hips to meet the
dong, but to no avail. She would then stick the dildo
in and slowly pull it out, then repeat the treatment on
my clit. I was begging to cum. She bent between my legs
and tasted my juice hole and said that I was wet enough
to get my SURPRISE. Again she left the room.

When she returned she was followed by my SURPRISE. It
was her Great Dane, Toby. She asked how horny was I and
I knew what she meant. I shook my head yes.

She patted the bed and Toby jumped up. She then took
the dog's nose and stuck it between my legs. I must
have been twice as wet by now. The dog knew exactly
what to do. He began to lick my hole. I couldn't stand
it and I came twice, right away. This made him lick
even faster. I could not believe the feeling.

There was no strong probing like a human's tongue, just
enough pressure and entry to do the job. As the dog
continued to eat me out Terri unfastened me from the
bed.

Terri began to play with Toby's cock and I watched as
it began to grow stiffening in her hand until it had
grown to about 8 inches in length. Toby was in a frenzy
by now and his hot wet tongue was lapping hard and fast
on my exposed cunt.

Toby's cock was long, thin and stiff as a board as
Terri continued to massage it and his balls. Terri said
that she thought the dog's cock was hard enough to
start.

She grabbed a couple of small pillows and placed them
under my ass. Then guided the Toby on top of me. His
face was next to mine; I could feel his hot breath on
my face. His hairy body resting on my stomach.

Terri put her hand on his cock and gently guided it
toward my fuck hole. As soon as the dog felt my
wetness, nature took over. He fucked me fast and very
deep. I came again, and again. Then I felt him tense
and squirt inside me. He slipped out and shot some cum
on my stomach. Toby then reversed his position and
began to lap my cunt again with his long wide tongue.
With Toby in this position I could see his long thin
cock still exposed and still fairly stiff.

Not wanting the experience to end I reached up and
began to massage his cock and balls. The dog responded
at once and began to fuck my hand as he licked my hot
pussy to another orgasm. I asked Terri to help me and
rolled over on my stomach spreading my legs and ass
cheeks making my anus open and available to Toby's wet
tongue. Seeing my waiting asshole Toby began to lick me
there while Terri took over my handwork on her dog's
cock.

Terri moved Toby around and he mounted me doggy style
and began to dry hump my ass. Terri spread my ass
further and guided Toby's long thin cock into my
asshole. The tightness of my ass sent Toby in to
ecstasy and he rammed his long thin dick in and out of
my asshole with long fast strokes. All I can remember
is the feeling of his long dick probing my rectum and
driving me to orgasm after orgasm until he filled my
ass with his sticky dog cum.

As I laid there, I thanked Terri for what she did and
told her that it was great. Since then I have fucked
her dog twice. He's not always in the mood and
sometimes it takes a lot of hand work to get him
interested. I have fucked Terri so many times I can't
count and my brother Bill, Terri and I get together
after school almost three times a week. Terri now says
that she thinks she'll try Toby the next time he's
ready.

I can't wait.

Last night I went over to my girl friend Terri's house.
Terri, now my good friend, is the owner of Toby, a two
year old Great Dane. If you read my other story about
me and Terri and Toby, you know a little about him.

Anyway, Terri and I were sitting in the living room of
her house sipping wine and talking. We had spent most
of the day swimming and sunning and we were unwinding
and getting smashed.

Terri suggested we try to interest her younger brother
Steve in joining us in a little fun. That idea appealed
to me as Steve had a great body and at 19 is only 2
years younger than Terri and I.

Terri and I stripped down and spent some time eating
each other's cunts and generally getting into each
other's sex so we would be worked up when we descended
on Steve.

In no time I had my tongue buried deep in Terri's cunt
while I finger fucked her asshole. Terri being no
slouch had brought me off twice by licking and sucking
my clit while she rammed two fingers up my cunt and
anus. After we had both cum multiple times and managed
wet each other's faces with the overflow of our
pleasure dripping pussies we went searching for Steve.

We found Steve working on his car in the garage. Since
he was on a dolly below his car he did not see our
naked bodies wet with anticipation for his hot tongue
and cock.

I bent down and unzipped his jeans making my tits and
cunt visible to his excited gaze. Steve didn't protest
while I pulled out his rapidly expanding cock and went
right to work ramming his full shaft down my eager
throat. Terri knelt down giving her brother a good look
at her open dripping pussy as she began to lick my
exposed cunt and finger my asshole.

Steve was so excited that he came in my mouth almost at
once. I swallowed his sticky load and turned around and
gave Terri a big french kiss swapping some of her
brother's cum with her in the process.

By this time Steve was out from under the car and had
his jeans down around his ankles and was trying to
pound his 10 inch cock up my cunt. I told Steve to slow
down as we had all evening and we wanted his cock to
probe all of our hot holes. We took Steve by the hand
and lead him to Terri's bedroom and stripped him slowly
playing with his cock balls and asshole.

Steve was fully erect again and we made him shower with
us rubbing his cock and balls while Terri and I probed
his tight asshole with our fingers. We could tell Steve
was about to cum again and quickly dried him off
returning to Terri's bedroom.

I told Steve to lay back and let his sister and I fuck
him. Steve complied readily and quickly laid back with
his thick stiff cock pointing up ready to pleasure our
sopping cunts.

Terri wanted to be first to fuck her brother so I moved
to a position straddling Steve's face and lowered my
sopping pussy to his mouth.

For a nineteen year old. Steve was remarkably good at
licking pussy and he had me squirming and moaning for
release in short order.

Meanwhile Terri had been sucking his thick stiff cock
and had him on the verge of orgasm when she climbed up
and guided Steve's stiff purple throbbing meat up her
tight slit. Terri wailed as she rammed her brother's
cock up her throbbing cunt and set up a furious pace
ramming Steve's dick in and out of her hot cunt.

Steve held up admirably and managed to bring both Terri
and I off twice before shooting a massive load of
creamy sperm into his sister's twitching cunt. Terri
fell backward after her orgasm and seeing my
opportunity I when right down on her exposed cunt
licking and sucking Steve's cum from her swollen twat.

Steve continued to suck and lick my pussy bringing me
to another orgasm and I flooded his face with my thick
pussy juice. After I had cleaned Steve's sperm from his
sister's cunt I descended on his semi hard cock and had
it fully erect again in no time.

Terri was begging to eat my pussy while Steve fucked me
so I got into a doggie style position and Terri slid
under me and went to work sucking my clit and probing
my eager cunt with her long tongue.

Steve went right to work on my anus and soon had me
moaning for his cock with his gentle probing of my
asshole with his tongue and fingers. Steve moved in
behind me and Terri grabbed his long thick prick as he
slowly probed my pulsing asshole with two strong
demanding fingers. Placing the head of her brother's
cock into my cunt Terri demanded to fuck me until he
shot his load up my tight twat. Steve needed no further
coaxing and pushed his long thick prick up my sopping
twat.

I began to cum almost at once as I felt his thick meat
force its way into my slippery cunt. Steve kept up a
steady thrusting forcing his cock deeply up my pulsing
cunt while Terri licked my stiff clit and pulled on my
erect nipples.

I had my face buried in Terri's cunt and my fingers
deeply imbedded in her anus making her cum again and
again. I could tell Steve was reaching another climax
as his thrusts grew deeper and harder and then in the
middle of my own orgasm I felt his hot cum pour into my
twitching cunt as he shot his load deep into my cunt.
Terri began to cum and in her orgasm licked all of
Steve's overflow from my sopping pussy.

Withdrawing for a rest Steve rubbed Terri and I as we
continued to lick and suck each other's cunts and
assholes continuing our pleasure.

Soon Steve had regained his former ardor and was
sporting a stiff new erection which Terri and I were
soon to notice. Terri moved to a doggy style position
her still dripping cunt directly over my face. Terri
called her brother over and after licking his stiff
dick told Steve how much she wanted his hot meat up her
asshole.

Steve beamed at the thought of pounding his cock up his
sister's tight anus and moved in quickly behind her.

Seeing my opportunity I grabbed Steve's throbbing thick
prick and after licking the pre-cum from the head
positioned his rod at the entrance to Terri's cunt.
Terri reacted quickly ramming her cunt back and
impaling her pussy on his raging cock. Reaching back I
grabbed Steve's cum filled balls and slowly pushed my
finger up his tight hot anus.

Terri wasn't sleeping on the job either and I shivered
as her tongue flicked at my clit and her fingers
invaded the tight depths of my cunt and ass-hole. I was
cumming by the time Terri had her first orgasm and
continued to suck her clit as her pussy dripped her
sweet juice into my mouth. Terri now demanded Steve
ream her asshole and I grabbed his slippery tool as he
withdrew from her clutching cunt.

Placing the still enraged head of his swollen cock into
her anus I watched transfixed as Steve pushed the
entire ten inches of his hot prick deep into Terri's
now stretched anus. Steve began to pound his cock up
Terri's hot asshole with fast hard strokes bringing her
to climax in less than two minutes. Terri screamed out
her pleasure as I felt Steve's asshole tighten around
my insistent finger as his pleasure over took him.

I began to climax from Terri's insistent hand and mouth
work on my cunt and ass, giving Terri a fresh taste of
my pussy juice. As Steve removed his now wilting cock
from Terri's asshole I licked up his cum as it seeped
out of her dilated anus. Grabbing Steve's cock I sucked
it clean and stimulated him to retain that delicious
erection I wanted up my ass.

Steve was fully erect when I made my demand for his hot
cock up my pink puckered ass. I told Steve to lay back
and let me pound that thick hard rod up my asshole.

Steve was ready for anything and I got Terri to help me
mount him, she held his dick straight up as she opened
my twitching asshole and guided me down forcing that
thick shaft fully up my hot anus. The feeling of his
long thick cock probing my asshole was too much and I
began to cum almost at once as I repeatedly forced my
ass down on his ridged shaft.

After my first orgasm had passed I told Terri to sit on
her brother's face and let him lick her cunt and anus
while I drew her head to my exposed pussy. Terri picked
up on the game plan right away and began to lick and
suck my exposed throbbing clit as she forced two
fingers deep into my open willing cunt.

The combination of Steve's cock up my asshole and his
sister Terri's fingers up my cunt made me feel so full
that I climaxed again flooding Terri's fingers and
tongue with my pussy juice. I could here Terri building
to climax and this set me off again as we came together
Steve shot a full load of sweet cream up my asshole.

Falling back I can still remember how Terri attacked my
open anus with her tongue licking out Steve's load as
she continued to finger fuck my swollen slit.

I must have passed out at this point because the next
thing I remember is seeing Terri getting a robe. Terri
suggested a shower to refresh ourselves and I followed
her to the bathroom.

After a refreshing shower and some mutual cunt teasing
Terri and I returned to the living room to talk and
rest.

Terri brought up the first time I fucked Toby. I told
her how exciting it was and that I was glad I did it.
She was sitting on the couch and I could see she was
rubbing her cunt inside her robe.

I got up and offered her assistance, she quickly
responded by opening her robe. I got on my knees and
began to eat her. I looked up at her and saw that had
her eyes closed, head tilted back and was moaning. I
slowly brought her to a climax and got up to sit next
to her. She pulled my head to hers and we french
kissed. Then she got up and led me to her room. We laid
on the bed and I started to play with Terri's tits. I
sucked and bit her nipples.

She was getting horny, as well as myself when To by
walked into the room and jumped right up onto the bed.
I took him by the collar and moved his head between
Terri's legs. She had never let Toby eat her before
now. She breathed heavy and I told her to relax. About
the third stroke of Toby's long tongue she was moaning
and thrusting her hips to meet each stroke. I knew she
was loving it, I on the other hand, was checking out
this dog's dong.

I reached down under Toby and felt for his cock. It was
long and hard. About 8 inches and not too thick. I
rubbed his cock a little and Toby responded by licking
faster and humping my hand. I was actually beating this
dog off and he liked it. I teased Toby's cock like a
would a guy's cock I didn't want to cum to soon.

The dog kept eating Terri; she must of cum four times.
Well, the time came for Terri to get fucked. I
positioned a pillow under her ass and moved Toby over
her. I took his hard cock in my hand and helped him
find her love hole. He started humping her. He was fast
fucking her like there was no tomorrow. I was so horny
watching this I start fingering myself.

Terri was rubbing her tits and Toby was fucking the
shit out of her. Finally, after two more orgasms from
Terri, Toby shot his load. He didn't miss; every drop
was shot into Terri's cunt. Toby got up and found my
fingers in my cunt and started licking me. I just laid
backed and enjoyed.

Terri, after a rest looked over and saw Toby still
going at it. She came over and reached for his cock.
She said that it was hard again. I told her that I
rubbed it and he liked that. So she started rubbing his
hard cock, and he responded by licking me faster. Well
I soon came twice and was about to again.

I told Terri that she should have Toby fuck her up the
ass the way Steve had so she could feel his long slim
cock penetrate her anus. Terri was a bit unsure but I
could tell she was going to go through with it as I
positioned her doggy style and licked her asshole
lubricating it with my saliva. Toby was behind me
licking my exposed asshole and cunt and trying to mount
my exposed holes. I moved away and let Toby advance on
Terri. Toby went right to work and jumped up on Terri
and vainly tried to insert his dog cock into her cunt.

Moving to their assistance I grabbed Toby's cock and
guided him into Terri's open anus. Toby needed no
further direction and began to fuck Terri's asshole
with fast firm strokes. I grabbed the dog's balls and
ran two fingers up Terri's cunt so I could feel the
dog's cock pounding in and out of her asshole.

In no time Terri was having one orgasm after another
and finally her climax and tight anus brought Toby off
as he howled low while filling her tight butt with his
load of dog cum. Terri went nuts and moved around
grabbing the dog's cock and began stroking it.

Seeing her obvious lust for her pet I told her to do
Toby like she would a guy after playing with his rod.
She looked at me funny.

I told her to suck him off. I didn't think she'd do it,
but I was wrong. She must have really been worked up
because she didn't hesitate. She climbed under Toby and
I saw her take him in her mouth. Toby started humping
her mouth and licking my cunt. Terri had one hand on
his balls and the other on her clit. She was humping up
on her hand and Toby was fucking her mouth.

I had to watch.

I got up so Toby could concentrate on fucking. His cock
was moving in and out of Terri's mouth like crazy. He
came, and she took in every drop. Toby left the room
relieved, and Terri kissed me. I could taste Toby's cum
on her lips. She had me to eat her cunt, sucking out
the dog cum. I went down on her and the mixture of her
juices and Toby's was wonderful.

I still can't get over the sight of Toby in Terri's
mouth! I get horny just thinking about it. And writing
this story I fingered myself three times and am about
to start again.

Pretty soon I'll have my own dog and it just has to be
a St. Bernard!

END

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Story title : Stripper Tells All

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Stripper Tells All (MF, F-exh, preg)
by Tamara (address defunct)

***

Hi! My name is Tamara, and I have been an exotic dancer
(i.e. stripper) for the past seven years. I'm 26 years
of age, and would like to share part of my story with
any of you who wish to read on.

-- --

I first started to realize that showing off my body, and
having others look at it, was a real turn-on for me back
in high school. I joined the cheerleading squad as a
sophomore, and was the co-captain during my senior year.
Our football team was horrible, but the basketball team
was pretty good. Nonetheless, I enjoyed cheering for
both, equally.

I really loved it when I would catch spectators in the
audience eyeing me. I would look back at them, while in
my dance routine, and if they continued to stare... then
I would turn a little flirtatious. It just really made
me hot to know that someone was more interested in
watching me prance around in my little uniform, rather
than pay attention to the game... what they paid for in
the first place. I got some really hot dates this way
too!

Growing up in California, it was always easy for me to
show off my body. I used to go down to the beach every
day in the summer, and would flirt with guys while
wearing a string bikini or barely-there swimsuit.

But after graduating from high school, I decided to
attend a major college in Arizona. There, I was accepted
onto the cheerleading squad, and that kept me busy
during football and basketball seasons. There were, for
instance, 40,000 or so spectators in the stands for a
football game. But, I always pretended all of them were
watching me, not the game. I pretended that they wanted
me. And, the feelings always made me feel hot inside.

After the basketball season ended in my freshman year,
there would be no more cheerleading for several months.
This depressed me. I was talking with my friend, Brandy,
one evening about how much I liked being a cheerleader,
and how much I would miss it. Brandy said that if I
really enjoyed showing off my body, I should look into
becoming an exotic/nude dancer.

Brandy said that she worked at an upscale club in an
Arizona city, and they were looking for new "talent". I
never really thought of being a stripper before, but
once Brandy flashed $300 or so at me (her earnings from
her last evening of work, she claimed), I decided to
give it a try.

Brandy escorted me to the club and introduced me to the
manager. He talked to me, but the most distinct thing I
remember about that evening was the light in the
building. There were lights everywhere, all different
colors, and the music was blasting. Women decked out in
skimpy dresses and outfits, or stripped down to a G-
string, dancing around on the various stages. It was
like a wild party!

I went to the manager's office, and he interviewed and
then hired me. Being a cheerleader and having a
background in dancing really helped me in learning how
to become a bona-fide stripper. I was on stage within a
week after taking part in practices.

I will never forget my first evening on the stage. The
emcee told the customers to go "easy on me", because it
was my initial performance. I was wearing a tight-
fitting red dress with white polka dots, and the hemline
was cut so that half of my ass was exposed. I wore an
orange G-string under the dress, along with spiked high-
heels, and nothing else.

By the time I had swayed and sashayed around the stage,
my dress off and tossed elsewhere, I remember just a
load of dollar bills being thrown in my direction. I
dropped to my knees and continued to dance, gyrating my
pelvis, and it seemed as though even more money was
being thrown in my direction. It was incredible!

When my routine was over, I gathered up all the money
and went back to the dressing room. I simply could not
believe it : $52 in tips, just for one performance!

I went out and waited tables in the club's standard
French maid outfit for about two hours and picked up
some more tips, before going backstage once again.

I put on a new outfit and went back onto the stage, then
stripped once again. $71 in tips, for my second dance
performance.

My total earnings from that night, base pay and tips,
was almost $250. I remembered making $250 in TWO WEEKS
once back in high school, when working a bunch of
overtime hours at the diner. Yet, I had made that much
in one night, as an exotic dancer. If I knew I could
make this much cash in just one evening, I would have
become an exotic dancer the very day I turned 18.

And I planned on doing this five nights each week!

-- --

As I became more experienced, it seemed as though I
could entice more and more money from the customers. I
do not know if the average person realizes how much an
exotic dancer can make in one evening, but here I was,
as a 19-year-old, making an average of $400 per night.
My best night, while attending college, was $783 :
believe it or not! Sometimes it's still hard for me to
believe.

-- --

Unfortunately, my former boyfriend and I were not
careful one evening, and he wound up getting me
pregnant. This happened when I was 20, a year or so
after I had gotten into stripping.

Ken (former boyfriend's name) kind of freaked out, and
said that he wanted me to get rid of the baby before it
was born (abortion). I told him no way, and a big
argument ensued. We argued for days, and it soon turned
into weeks. Finally, I told him to get lost... I would
take care of the baby once he or she was born. After
all, I had built up a pretty nice bank account.

The idiot left and subsequently disappeared.

But, I had to live off that bank account for over a
year. I also had to drop out of college : it would have
been too embarrassing to be my age at that time, walking
around pregnant, in college, I also had to put my
dancing career on hold. How many pregnant strippers do
you see?

Eric was born on July 21, 1991 : I was 21. I wanted very
badly to get back into stripping, but the club I had
worked at for so long didn't have any current openings.
I had gone to the local health club almost every day for
several months after the baby was born, working myself
back into "showgirl shape".

I applied with a few other clubs and was finally hired
at one. This one paid even more money than the other,
and the tips were better. Of course, I had to do more.

-- --

While Eric stayed with a babysitter, I danced and
pranced my way to an average of $1,000 per night, three
evenings each week. The music and light show in this
club was spectacular, but I really enjoyed the new
experience of the private dance. That is where my main
money came from.

Eager men, most of them twice my age, would give me
handfuls of cash each evening for a private dance. I
would, in turn, sit them down upon a sofa, and then
strip right in front of them. My act also included
leaning down close, to where my body was just inches
away from theirs. I would dangle one of my large breasts
just an inch or two from their quivering mouth : but
each knew they were not allowed to touch (although, some
did).

If I felt the customer was nice, I would give an added
bonus : taking a seat in his lap, and then engaging in a
friendly conversation for five minutes. This type of
contact was allowed, as long as it didn't escalate to
anything more.

I could tell that having a busty, nude blonde such as
myself in a man's lap really turned them on. They handed
even more money over.

I got the idea that a lot of men would enjoy having
their picture taken with an exotic dancer, such as
myself. Thus, I started charging (and still do today)
$10 for one Polaroid picture, or three pictures for $25.
I am almost always down to a G-string and spiked heels,
and then pose and smile with the man/customer while
another dancer takes our picture together.

A few months after I started offering this service, one
of my friends suggested that someone had probably made
their photograph into a computer image, and had most
likely spread it throughout the Internet. That did not
bother me. As you probably can tell, I'm not the shy or
reserved type!

I found that my body was a very powerful elixir. Money
just seemed to be pouring in from everywhere. Money,
which I would use to create a comfortable lifestyle for
not only myself, but my newborn son as well.

-- --

A lot of people who are against my type of lifestyle
claim that it exploits women. I do not see it that way.
As an exotic dancer myself, I feel that it only exploits
the customers : men! We dancers do everything possible,
within legal limits, to get the most money out of each
customer. The men at gentlemen's clubs are exploited,
because they come with a lot of cash, but usually leave
with an empty wallet. Personally, I seduce with my body
movements, and flirt as much as possible... the money
being my reward.

Dancers do not take money from a customer. We just offer
longer dances... for more money. And, they usually give
us more money. It's a very simple yet manipulative type
of profession.

Today, I am obviously still a dancer. I'm 26, Eric is 5,
and I have been in my current career for seven years now
(as stated earlier). My son is the main focus of my
life. I love him, just as any mother loves her
child(ren).

Just about the only part I dislike about being an exotic
dancer is picking Eric up each day at school. That may
not sound right, but let me explain.

He goes to afternoon kindergarten, and I drop him off
each day at noon. And most of the time, I look like a
mess. (For Example) My hair is all frizzed out, I'm
wearing an old t-shirt, a pair of raggedy sweat pants
and dirt-stained sneakers. After I drop him off, I go
home and change.

The problem is, when I go back to school at 3:30 to pick
Eric up, all the other parents (mostly mothers) cannot
believe the transformation they see in me. For example,
I could be wearing an evening gown, my cleavage exposed.
My hair is styled perfectly; I'm wearing gobs of make-up
and perfume. The parents look at me with a question mark
on their face, wondering if this is the same woman who
showed up just a couple of hours earlier.

I stay in my car in the afternoons, and Eric knows to
walk over and get in himself. Eric is only 5, but has
seen me in these types of outfits his entire life. It's
nothing to him. A sequin gown or a lacey mini-dress are
like normal clothes for me to wear, he thinks. He does
not know that I am an exotic dancer, and I'm not sure
the other parents and teachers know either.

I don't like their looks; as if they are saying "Where
are you going? Why are you dressed that way?". No one
has ever asked, likely because no one could feel
comfortable asking me such a question. I don't converse
with any of the "lookers" at Eric's school... I'm never
left open to such a question.

You may be wondering why I dress for work before picking
my son up. Well, I have to. The morning kindergarten
classes are full, and my shift starts 30 minutes after
getting Eric each day. There would be no time for me to
get ready! So, I drive Eric home, and the baby-sitter is
always there outside, waiting for us. I leave him with
the babysitter, and then go to work... and stay from
4:00 in the afternoon until midnight. I only work three
days per week : Monday, Friday and Saturday. So, on the
weekends, I obviously do not have to contend with the
"lookers" at school.

But as I said earlier, the average person does not
realize how much an exotic dancer can make. I work three
days per week, and my average income has now skyrocketed
to $5,000 per week. I could earn that much in a day if I
truly wanted (legally, too), but I'm content (for now)
with my current earnings.

All I know is that I could be slaving away somewhere in
an office, involved in business (what I studied in
college), hoping that I could last until my next
paycheck. Instead, I am an exotic dancer, making in one
year what it may take five, six, seven+ years to
accumulate in an "ordinary" job.

I live in a beautiful home, and don't have to worry
about financial things. I don't have to worry if my son
will grow up healthy and right. And, at the same time,
my job is something that I truly enjoy. Yes, I like the
money, but I still enjoy the "showing off" aspect : just
as I did as a cheerleader back in high school.

-- --

I plan to continue my profession until the age of 30.
Then, I hope to "retire". My final year in the business
will be my most profitable. I intend to work five nights
per week, and save almost all of the money.

After that, I have visions of moving up north a bit,
into a place like Idaho, Utah or Montana. I've always
been intrigued about living in a wide-open area. I'll
buy a ranch, and get some animals to help keep Eric and
myself company. I could probably live off my life
savings if I wanted, but will get a job at some place
like a craft shop or country store : something relaxing,
that I'd like to do.

But, my ultimate goal is to find a loving husband, and
have two more children.

Any volunteers? ;-)

:: Tamara ::

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Woody and the Tranny
by Ham (ham_b...@hotmail.com)

***

Woody loves the unusual, loves to partake the bars
where the unusual awaits. Transgender really turns him
on, but it takes a lot to satisfy his hungry appetite.
Of course their are always ample she/hes to fulfill his
dreams. (MM, tg, exh, ws, oral, anal)

***

When Woody entered the lounge he had to wait a few
seconds for his eyes to adjust then scanned the room.

As his eyes roamed the people inside they locked on one
person at the end of the piano bar, she was a vision of
beauty. She smiled back as their eyes met and he slowly
approached the vacant stool beside her.

He smiled at himself as his mind referred to the beauty
as she or her, it was a gay bar so there was little
doubt the she was a he, a transgender, but then that
was fine with Woody, he loved making love with other
men.

"Do you mind?" He said as he nodded towards the stool.

"Be my guest." She said. (There I go again) He thought.

"May I buy you a drink?"

"Thank you, I'd like that."

"Bar tender... two of the same please."

The drinks were served and they two chat about this
that and nothing really.

"Of course your aware that things are not always as
they seem." She said, smiling over the edge of her
glass.

"Yes, but then I love a mystery." Woody said.

"Good, me to." She replied. "Would you care to move to
a booth?"

"Love to."

There was a charge for the booths because they held a
certain degree of privacy.

He introduced himself and she said her name was Holly.

She was still smiling as Woody moved closer and found
her lips with his own. Her lips were full and soft as
she parted them in a slight invitation to go farther
should he choose to do so and he certainly did choose
to.

He slid his tongue inside her sweet mouth kissing hers
with the tip of his own before they began to mingle.

The two swapped tongues for awhile before he kissed her
neck moving to the cleavage of her breasts. Whoever had
worked on them had done an excellent job. With one hand
he went down the front of her gown as he freed her left
breast and gently kissed the nipple, nibbling now and
then.

Although the dress looked to be one piece it was made
in two parts and she reach behind her with expert hands
and unclasped the top letting it fall free barring her
body to the waist.

Woody began to feast on the two perfectly shaped globes
before him as he slipped a hand down the back of the
lower part feeling her well rounded butt cheeks before
working a finger down the crack that separated the two.

Again she done something at her side and removed the
bottom along with her panties.

Woody found a nice eight inches or more of hard cock
between those lovely thighs, their was no hair, her
skin was smooth as a baby's, even the crack of her ass
was hairless.

The table would slide either way so Woody slid it to
the far side and helped her to her knees as she hoisted
her sweet ass before him, knowing exactly what he
wanted.

The light was dim but bright enough for him to see the
sexy puckered hole between those lovely cheeks as he
parted them with his thumbs before gently kissing her
treasure.

Although the hole was slightly puckered it looked like
a one inch pussy as he licked over it before slipping
his tongue inside.

Woody was hooked on eating ass, always had been, but
preferred eating a woman's for some reason and even
though Holly was a guy, she had the ass of a female.

He pulled the cock back under her thighs and would kiss
it's pre cum covered head in between licks of her ass.

Holly was a real pro ,each time he sucked the head a
warm gush of pee would fill his mouth.

This went on till Holly had drained her bladder then
Woody raised to his knees guiding his cock between her
cheeks as he slowly entered her male cunt.

The warmth of her ass started at the head of his cock
and moved over his whole shaft as he buried it
profoundly up inside her canal.

Holding her hips he began to hunch slowly but steadily,
fucking her tight male pussy, each thrust sending
sparks through his being.

Woody felt it begin to build inside his balls then move
slowly up through his dick as he rammed home and held
it there as his jism filled the sweet ass it was buried
inside.

He left it deep up her ass till he collected himself
then removed his cock and quickly removed his own
clothes and took position before her as she took her
turn eating his ass.

In time she done as he had and buried her cock up his
wanton ass, which by now was throbbing violently.

"My but you are a hot little number aren't you baby."
Holly laughed, as she began to pump Woody's male cunt.

Holly pushed a button and soon the curtain opened just
a crack as a huge cock emerged before Woody's face. He
was quick to grasp it and shove his mouth over the
shaft, feeling the veins as he sucked.

He found the guys balls and massaged them gently,
feeling their hardness as he ate the guy's meat.

He began to get giddy as the cock moved in and out of
his ass in time with the one in his mouth.

Woody felt the dick begin to pulsate just before his
mouth filled with foamy white cum and he wallowed it
around in his mouth moaning as he swallowed.

Then the dick was gone and he heard Holly ask if he
would like more and he nodded his head yes.

Once again a cock was offered through the curtain and
this time is was very thick and black as he took it in
his hungry mouth, relishing the wonderful taste of hard
yet soft meat.

Hands came through the curtain holding his head as the
guy face fucked him till he heard a groan and once
again his mouth was full of cum.

"More?" Holly asked and he nodded once again.

The next one was long and slim, which delighted Woody
no end as he lathered it up with saliva and slowly
lowered his head as the dick slid over his tongue and
stretched the top of his throat open as it slid down
inside his neck.

Holly had now shot her load up his male cunt and had
proceeded to suck his ass, licking his crack clean.

He felt the cock stretching his throat even more as it
erupted down his throat. He loved doing this but what
came next excited him to the point he shot his wad over
the seat beneath him.

With his cock still down Woody's throat, the guy began
to piss straight down to his stomach, he never even had
to swallow, it was like filling a gas tank.

When the guy had removed his cock he stuck his head in
and kissed Woody hard on the mouth, it was another
tranny, a lovely black gal.

"More?" Holly asked and Woody smiled at her as he shook
his head no, smiled and said, "I think I've had my
fill." And the two of them sat there laughing before
they kissed.

"I could use a drink to wash the cream down though." he
said, and both knew what kind of drink he spoke of.

Holly held our her half hard dick as Woody opened his
mouth, eagerly accepting the flow of warm piss as he
gulped it down, licked her dick dry and put his clothes
back on, waiting till she had dressed and redone her
make up before the two moved back to the bar.

Woody ordered her another drink then as he kissed her
he placed his hand in hers with a hundred dollar bill
in it, smiled and waved to the bar tender on his way
out.

"Come back see us now." He said, smiling.

"Same time next week. "Woody said as he smiled back and
went out the door, next week it would be the same but
different partners.

END

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Christmas Break
By Michael (phoenlx...@aol.com)

***

Daughter comes home from college for Christmas
vacation to stay with her widowed father, while both
of her sisters were away for the holidays. She was
the youngest daughter in the family, always her
father's favorite. (MF, inc, rom)

***

Hi, my name is Sandra and this is a story about last
Christmas break. I was home from college for the week
between Christmas and New Years. It was just dad and
me that year because both of my sisters were away,
Kari was in Europe with her husband and two year old
daughter and Charmie was in Colorado on a skiing trip
with her boyfriend and his parents.

It was kind of cool having dad all to myself. Since
mom died, dad has been sort of withdrawn and being
just the two of us my mission was to draw him out a
bit. So far we'd only had superficial talks but I
planned to have some quality time with him before I
returned to school.

What I hadn't planed on was what happened on
Christmas Eve Night.

The weather was cold and snowy and we were home
sitting in front of the log fire after I had made a
traditional holiday dinner, you know, the turkey
thing and all the fixings. We were both a bit
lethargic from all that L-Tryptophan and just sat
companionably gazing into the fire.

For some reason my mind wandered back to my high
school days, maybe it was just being home, but
thoughts popped into my head of growing up and of our
family. Being the youngest daughter I had always been
the "daddy's girl" in the family.

I loved my dad, maybe more than most daughters did,
because (I know this will sound strange) I had
reoccurring thoughts about what it would be like to
make love to him. I think most daughters have those
kind of thoughts growing up, at least once or twice.
But for me it was a reoccurring image in my mind, I
would imagine how it would be and how he would look,
coming to me and how he would gently take me in his
arms, and you know, all the things that happen in a
situation like that.

It's not that I ever seriously thought about acting
on those fantasies, it was just that my dad is a
sexy man. Even at 57 he's still trim and good
looking. And I guess I've always been in love with
him more than most daughters.

I'd had sex enough time to know what it was all
about. And many of those times while the guy was
making love to me I'd imagine it was my dad. I turned
20 last year and most of the guys I knew around my
age were so self-centered and in my experience that
usually equated into "selfish" in bed too. So that
made me think about my hero dad even more, and made
me wonder how dad was with mom and whether they had
had a good sex life. I had to hope that there was
something better out there than I'd had to date.

I know that dad hadn't dated much since mom died and
that he seemed lonely in a private sort of way. And
while sitting there on Christmas Eve, looking into
the fire, it occurred to me that my father had
probably been celibate for more than 5 years by then.
I couldn't imagine being celibate for five weeks,
much less five years.

I glanced at dad sideways, wondering if he
masturbated and how often he did it. Surely he must
do it, everyone did, even when having regular sex.
The thought of dad lying on his bed masturbating, his
hand gripping his dick and groaning and cumming made
me squirm in my chair. That was a weird feeling being
turned on by the thought of your parent jacking off.

With those strange thoughts running through my head,
we finally went to bed.

I tossed and turned late into the night with images
of my father making love to my mother, and then with
Kari and Charmie and finally my perverted little mind
had me being plowed against the bed sheets as my dad
thrust into me grunting softly with the effort to
find his pleasure.

I finally drifted off still dreaming that dad was
doing me and moaning my name softly as he came in me,
"Sandra honey. Oh Sandra my love..." over and over
again as we clutched each other desperately
seeking... something.

*

Then it was morning. My eyes opened and I felt
slightly beat up. I hadn't slept well and all that
dreaming about sex had added to my discomfort. I
tried to shake myself out of my mood and got up to
take a shower. I was going to make dad a good hearty
breakfast.

As I sleepily trudged down the hall to the bathroom I
heard Christmas music playing on the radio in the
kitchen. So dad was already up. I could smell the
coffee, and I realized that I better hurry up or dad
would be starving by the time I got into the kitchen.

As I turned the knob and swung the bathroom door open
I realized in that instant that Dad wasn't in the
kitchen, but in the bathroom, standing in front of
me, totally naked! He had been standing in front of
the mirror masturbating to his image.

Oh my god! How embarrassing. Blood drained from my
face and I momentarily felt like I was going to
faint. I don't think there's anything worse than
actually stumbling on to a parent jacking off. Who
would have ever thought it possible?

Dad realized at the same moment that I did what had
just happened. His face turned bright pink and he
ducked and covered himself helplessly with his hands.
I did an about face and hurried back to my room and
sat down on my bed in total shock

What had I done? My big plan to make dad feel good
again was in ruins I'd embarrassed him irretrievably.
I couldn't believe I'd done it. I wanted to cry. But
image of my father leaning over the sink looking at
himself while masturbating himself was firmly and
permanently fixed in my mind. The vision of his hand
stroking his long stiff rod and his muscles flexing
as he tensed his body in obvious pleasure, these were
all things I would never forget.

Then I remembered the expression on his face when he
realized his daughter had caught him at it, that
brought me back to earth with a crash. What should I
do now? Should I pretend that it didn't happen, try
to act normally? Even as I considered this, I knew
that it wouldn't work, it would only force a wedge
between us.

Then I looked up at a hesitant knock on my door.
Dad's face came into view. "Honey, I'm so sorry, I
shouldn't have been doing that, it's just... I feel
so foolish, I'm too old to be…" his voice trailed off
into silence.

I looked into his blue eyes and saw the worry and
embarrassment in them and I felt miserable. I needed
to remove that expression from my lovely father's
face, and for some reason I couldn't quite fathom, I
wanted to prove to him that he wasn't too old or
foolish.

My only excuse for what I did next might be because
of all the fantasizing about dad I'd been doing the
night before, and then to see the real thing. I stood
up and went to the door and took dad's hand in mine
and brought him into the room with me. He was in his
terry bathrobe.

Dad started to mumble his apologies again, but I
would have none of it. I stopped him by placing a
finger on his lips and saying, "Daddy, I love you.
You don't need to apologize for something so natural.
I do it all the time, so why do you think I wouldn't
understand that you need to do it too?"

Dad looked into my eyes, the worry still etched on
his face and said, "Sweetie, it's just having you
home, and, well... you're a beautiful young woman now
and... It's been so long since.... I should have
controlled my urges better than that... I'm so sorry
honey."

I stood there, still holding dad's hands, only now I
was totally numb. What had he said? Had he said that
he was turned on by me, his own daughter? Then I
thought back to the night before and realized that it
was the same thing for me, I had fantasized all night
long about dad doing me, so how could I be upset if
he did the same thing about me.

This was all so strange, so very strange. But without
really thinking about it I pulled dad's lips to mine
and kissed him. "It's okay dad," I said after a long
moment. "I love you and I've fantasized about you
too."

I didn't want him to protest his innocents, to be
forced into lying to me, so I pulled him down to sit
beside me on the bed and kissed him again, this time
slipping a hand into his robe. He jumped and made to
get up, but I held his lips to mine with my other
hand behind his head and continued to kiss him like I
would a lover, opened mouthed.

Dad tried to pull away again, but then my hand in his
robe found his manhood and I began to gently massage
it, pulling and pushing gently as I gave him more
tongue. Then he wasn't fighting me any longer and I
was getting tongue back.

Then before he regrouped, I was pushing him back onto
the rumpled sheets of my bed and pulling his robe
open. I didn't stop to think about it, I just took
him in my mouth and began to blow him, bobbing my
head over his stiff member, pushing my lips up and
down his shaft and tonguing him like I'd done for my
boyfriends loads of times.

Then when he was throbbing and hard, I was climbing
out of my pajamas and up dad's body, kneeling on
either side of his hips. He was looking up at me and
I was looking down at his stiff prick wondering
vaguely how this had all come about, but he looked
like a man to me, so I moved up and positioned him at
my entrance and sank down on him.

"Ohhhh god! Sandra!" was all he said. Then there was
a hip jerk and then another and soon he was fucking
up at me with a passion. Then we were rolling on the
bed sheets and he was on top of me humping away with
abandon, like a prisoner just freed after years of
being locked away.

I remember my dad's body on top of mine and his stiff
throbbing tool thrusting in and out of me. His breath
was whispering against my neck and his maleness was
all around me and I thrilled at the sensation. I was
living my fantasy from the night before, my dad was
making love to me.

I gasped as his body tensed above me and he shoved in
deep and held himself there, then he bucked once and
held himself against me again, then his hips jerked
again, and then again and I knew he was filling me
with his cum. It was really happening. Stars went off
in my head and my own powerful orgasm smashed through
my body.

I think I screamed out my joy to the heavens, I know
that we ended up on the floor, lying side by side
giggling like idiots and panting for breath. I felt
so truly fucked, my body glowed with contentment and
I felt like purring with happiness.

"Oh dad, you were so wonderful! No one has ever made
me feel like that before."

Dad just hugged me fiercely to his body and whispered
in my ear, "You're my "daddy's girl" Sandra, you
always will be. I love you best."

I knew that, I always had.

END

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Christmas Eve
by Lone Flower (address withheld)

***

Two young lovers getting together for some evening fun
while the parents are out. (MF-teens, oral, anal, rom)

***

This story was written by my beautiful girlfriend for
me. With her permission I gladly posted it for the
world to see. I love you baby, I am yours forever.

Christmas Evening, dinner is already finished and
everyone but Lee and I are going out to look at all the
Christmas lights. Lee sees his Dad out, as Steven and
Mom get into the car, his Dad dropping a wink just
before driving away. I'm sitting in the room on the
floor with my legs crossed against the bed facing the
closet doors. Absorbed in the new book I received this
morning I didn't quite pay much attention to lee
entering the room.

I felt the bed anchor as he lay down on his stomach
with his head hanging over my shoulder as I read. He
starts to kiss my neck, and I giggle protesting that
I'm trying to read. He moves his hand down my shirt to
caress my breasts while continuing to nibble at my
neck. Feeling the heat rise from my chest to my neck
and into my face making me flush, I close the book
marking my place.

Setting the book aside, I turn to meet his kisses with
my lips and willingly embrace the warmth of his lips on
mine. He puts his hands under my arms and lifts me onto
the bed all the while pulling me on top of him. We lay
kissing as his hands roam over my back and under the
belt of my pants. I smile down at him and declare that
I must get ready if we plan to go out tonight. He
squeezes me to him, not letting me escape from his
strong arms around me. This time he kisses me, hard and
long filling my stomach with butterflies.

He finally releases me and I get up and skip off to the
shower, saying that I would be out in 20 minutes and
that he better be ready. Of course, lee had a different
idea of ready. I left the bathroom door a crack and
faced the shower to undress. Little did I know, lee was
watching me through the crack of the door, that is
until I turned my head as I was pulling my hair up off
of my shoulders. He smiled and walked down the hallway.

I turned the water on and waited for it to get hot, my
nipples getting hard in the process because of the
burst of cold water on my body. Shivering I hear the
microwave being opened and the sound of the timer being
set. He must be getting himself a snack before we left,
I thought. I started to wash my body, and again I heard
the microwave buzzer go off.

A few seconds later I turn, hearing the squealing of
the door hinges and lee makes his way in the room. I
giggle knowing that he is going to get in the shower
with me. Still washing my body, he gets into the
shower. Facing the wall of the shower he is behind me
and grabs me around my waist, laying his hand on my
stomach and pulling me in tight to his body.

He whispers in my ear that he wants to taste me and
starts to kiss my shoulder as he brings his hand down
in between my legs. Caressing my clit, and I begin to
breath harder with the steam from the shower over
taking me. Almost instantly I am dripping and can feel
his hardness grow against my butt. I turn my head and
kiss him passionately and he says he has a surprise for
me.

He tells me to turn around and close my eyes. The next
thing I know, I feel a hot and sticky substance drip
onto my shoulders. I open my eyes instantly and lee has
a bottle of Hershey's Syrup that apparently he had
heated up. I got excited, because of the ideas that
flew into my head. He kissed the chocolate off of my
shoulder and he told me to lie down in the tub. The hot
water still coming down from the shower engulfed us in
steam but I crouched down and lay on the bottom of the
tub bending my knees so I was practically sitting.

He poured the chocolate all over my naked pussy making
it warm as the chocolate mixed with my wetness. He
lowered his head as he licked from the bottom of my
tight pussy to my clit, swirled his tongue around it
and started to suck it. I threw my head back with
pleasure moaning as he lapped up the chocolate from my
hot pussy. He kissed the inside of my thighs and sucked
hard enough to draw blood. I continued moaning and
pulled his face to mine kissing him again even harder
than before.

I decided it was my turn with the chocolate. I grabbed
the bottle from him and switched positions with him,
pouring the syrup down his chest and onto his dick. I
began by kissing the chocolate off of his chest, all
the way down to his hard dick. I teased his hard cock
by licking from the bottom all the way to the head, and
all around the head before actually putting it into my
mouth.

I sucked the chocolate into my mouth hoping for
something else. Bobbing my head up and down taking his
full dick into my warm waiting mouth, he shuddered and
tensed beneath me. I wanted to keep him waiting so we
stood up and I stroked his cock while washing his back
and finishing up washing the suds off our bodies.

I grabbed my towel and hurried into the bedroom to
change. He caught me before I made it very far with a
towel around his waist, and pushed me against the wall,
making my heart thump against my chest. He reached
around me and spun me around forcing my hands above my
head so my towel would fall. He looked at me hungrily
as my naked body was exposed again and whispered in my
ear that he would have me.

I giggled and grabbed my towel off of the ground
pulling it around me and shuffling to the closet to
pick something to change into. Again he came behind me
and hugged me kissing my naked shoulders. Promising my
love to him I turned and kissed him wrapping my arms
around his neck letting my towel once again fall from
my body. This time I didn't care to pick it up again. I
grabbed the side of his towel and pulled it down,
exposing his hardness while kissing him passionately.

He took a step backwards and lay on the bed with me on
top of him. Our naked bodies touching, feeling the heat
shared between us, it was breathtaking. My body
screamed for him as his hands caressed my sides and my
back. He rolled over on top of me and smiled kissing my
forehead and positioning himself between my legs. I
gasped, it had been so long since I have made love to a
man, and I couldn't help but struggle with my
excitement.

I felt his hard dick make its way to my wet pussy. Him
pushing forward, I leaned my head back and squeezed his
muscled arms. Everything became dizzy around me and all
I could see and feel was him. Waves of heat fell over
my body; I closed my eyes in ecstasy as he pushed
again, and again inside of me.

Our bodies becoming one, our soul entwining, harder and
deeper than anyone has ever before. I roll him over
onto his back and start pushing my hips up and down on
his hard cock. His hands touching every part of me, I
throw my head back with the warm light bathing me in
heat. His hands roam free as I push down harder and
harder enjoying the moans escaping both of our mouths.
I could see in his face it wasn't long until his seed
would jet into me. He sat up and lifted me off of him
moving me to where he wanted; bent over the bed, my
full ass staring him in the face.

At first I didn't trust anal to be pleasurable for me
at all, but he showed me different. He grabbed some
warming lube and smoothed it over his dick and slowly
slid his dick into my ass with his hands sliding over
my butt. Trusting him, the tension was released from my
body and it went in easier, He grabbed my hips and
pulled me back onto his hard waiting cock. Spanking my
ass and pulling my hair, was never this fun before.

Not wanting him to cum inside me, I pulled forward and
put his cock in my dripping pussy. He thrust so hard
into me, his moans matching mine. With our bodies
smacking together, he leaned forward and caressed my
tits and pulled on my nipples making it even better
than before. Shaking and crying out for more my body
tensed, I couldn't take anymore.

The heat suddenly rushed in between my legs, and my
breathing getting almost unbearable. Finding myself
almost near blacking out, my warm juices gushed over
his hard cock, causing us to shake and breathe hard.
Feeling my hot juice triggered him to shoot his seed
deep into my waiting pussy.

Dripping, we both collapsed onto the bed, my breathing
began to slow as I lay next to him. Staring into his
soft eyes, I realized that I had never loved anyone
more.

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Christmas Eve Day Gathering
by Ashley (address withheld)

***

A family get together on Christmas Eve day, unlike any
family you've ever met in real life. (MFmfbg, ped,
family-inc, preg, beast)

***

It was Christmas Eve day, and mom said she had a big
surprise for us, not just more than a few minutes
later, the doorbell rang. I answered it, and my
grandparents were there! We don't see them very often,
maybe 2 times a year because they live so far away.

Now, what makes this so special is that they are some
of the few who know and join in on the fun ...mom's mom
and dad... they are like way cool for old folks. I gave
them both a big hug and kiss and Papa just couldn't
resist slipping in his tongue while rubbing my ass.

He couldn't hug me real close like he normally does
because my belly got in the way this time. (I mentioned
before that I'm pregnant with Daddy's little girl -
yes, we know what it is because I'm 7 months along now
and making milk like mommy does.

We all headed for the "playroom" where everyone one
else was. The rest of them lounged around, watching
some of our older "home movies" when Gramma and Papa
said, "Hi!"

Boy the rest of the kids just jumped on them except for
Megan; Daddy had her busy using his dick as a pacifier
while she was napping; it has always amazed me to see
my brothers and sister getting all of his dick head
into their tiny mouths. Mom was letting Toby lick her
pussy while slowly "nursing" on Chad's dick when they
walked in. I had been playing with Trevor's tiny dick
as he got a drink of milk from my boobs before the
going to answer the door. I now know why Mom never
stopped nursing; it just feels wonderful and makes my
pussy tingle.

Anyway, grandma and papa let us kids strip them of
their clothes. It was fun when I got to papa's
underwear; he was already hard and I slowly uncovered
his dick making it bend down. As each part was
uncovered, I would nibble and suck the exposed part. I
really teased him by not uncovering the head for a long
time, only working on his exposed shaft. He was going
nuts!

The boys were having similar fun with grandma. They had
her on her back on a throw cushion with Chad fucking
her mouth with his hard 12 year old dick, and Trevor
had his hand buried in her pussy and was pumping it
wildly in and out! She couldn't keep her body still and
would knock him over sometimes! That was pretty funny.

Daddy decided to wake up Megan so that everyone could
get involve. She had been asleep for nearly an hour
anyway, so it wasn't that big of a deal, ya know what I
mean?

He had called Sam over after removing her diaper and
had him lick her baby pussy. That dog sure can lick! He
is the best licker around... even better than mommy is.
Megan didn't last to long staying asleep. Sam just kept
on licking her until she had a baby orgasm, then she
pushed him away. All the while, Daddy was pumping his
dick in and out of her mouth. He didn't cum, though. I
guess he was saving it for later that night.

After our little love session, all of us cleaned up a
little bit, then had a wonderful dinner... naked. We
don't usually dine naked, but sometimes we do. I had
Sam between my pregnant legs through out dinner... it
was wonderful cumming while eating.

Gramma would fondle one or the other of the boys,
sometimes sucking them or having them suck her boobs.
Mommy was sitting next to Papa and they were playing
with each other the whole time, ending with Mom riding
on Papa's dick until she came. Daddy was having his fun
too. He kept putting food on his dick and then feeding
Megan using his dick as a spoon! Toby was the only one
not doing anything. He was just laying on the floor
sleeping. For the coffee after dinner, the milk for it
came from both Mommy and my boobies. It gives a nice
flavor to the coffee.

After dinner, we all went to the playroom. Mommy and
Daddy made an announcement to the rest of us. They had
decided that Megan was now big enough to be butt-
fucked. But because Gramma and Papa were there, Papa
would help Daddy with Megan by fucking her mouth as
Daddy fucked her butt. It was to be a Christmas Eve to
remember.

Mom had me man the camera as she and Gramma prepared
Megan for her first fucking... her first double
fucking. They stripped Megan and laid her on the padded
bench. It has an incline to hang your head back so that
you can be throat fucked much easier. Mommy started
licking Megan's pussy and butt hole while Gramma rubbed
her pussy on Megan's mouth. Megan, being used to this,
latched onto her large clit and sucked like babies do.
Gramma was creaming in no time.

Mommy, for her part, focused on Megan's butt hole,
driving her tongue in as far as she could. I zoomed in
on that part.

Papa and Daddy were not standing by idly. Trevor had
Papa's fat dick in his mouth and Chad was deep-
throating Daddy.

When Megan was thoroughly prepared by Mommy, Daddy
moved his dick inline with her tiny butt hole. Papa
also moved to her mouth with his dick. Both of them
slowly inserted their dicks into her holes at the same
time.

Daddy, being the one fucking her butt, could get more
dick into her before she stopped him. He had managed to
get over 5" up her butt! That was more than any of the
rest of us on our first times. Papa could only get his
head and just a small part of his shaft into her tiny
mouth.

Once they were satisfied, the started to fuck her in
unison. Both going in at the same time, then pulling
out at the same time. It was pretty awesome watching a
16 month old get fucked from both ends, let me tell
you. I was so horny that I called Sam over to lick me
while I taped it all. Trevor was fisting Gramma and
Chad was fucking mom's pussy from behind while watching
the whole thing.

It didn't take long for Daddy to cum in Megan's butt.
He kept saying how tight she was and was taking most of
his dick. Papa was a little slower cumming in her
mouth, but when he did, he blasted her hard! I think he
had been saving it up. When they were both done, Daddy
made mention that he noticed Papa's dick nearly
entering her throat and Megan not really complaining.
So Daddy decided that he should see if he could throat
fuck her! Mom wasn't sure, but thought we should try at
least.

I asked mom to take over camera duty while I worked to
get Toby hard. I was horny as hell and needed to be
fucked real badly, and Toby was the dog for me. While I
was sucking on Toby's rather large dick, Daddy was
cleaning his dick so that he could try to fuck Megan's
throat. He told Papa to try her butt while he did her
mouth. Papa really lubed up her butt and his dick so
that he might get it in her.

Daddy positioned Megan with her head back on the sloped
part and Papa held her little legs apart while lining
up with her butt. It was amazing that neither one of
them really went soft, just less hard. But as they
prepared to fuck Megan again, they both got real hard.

Daddy lined up his dick with her mouth, and I had moved
to her side while Toby mounted me. Mommy was taping us
all. I don't know what the others were doing and I
didn't care. I was just getting off on Megan getting
ready to be throat fucked and my getting knotted by
Toby! The baby was moving all over the place as Toby
was fucking me.

I saw Daddy slowly work his dick to the back of her
mouth. She didn't gag, so he pushed it in a little bit,
and then pulled out. She didn't complain or gag, so he
tried it again, going in farther this time, and then
pulling out quickly. The next time, he pushed his dick
in so far, I could see her neck bulge at the top and
then watched as she swallowed, which caused more of
Daddy's dick to slip in to her throat. Daddy moaned at
that point, and then pulled back out again so that she
could breathe.

Megan didn't make a noise or try to stop any of it. It
might have had something to do with Papa sliding his
dick in and out her butt while Sam licked her clit.
Daddy went for it again, but this time, as she
swallowed, he just kept on pushing and got his whole
dick into her mouth and throat!

I couldn't believe it. His balls were fully covering
her face. (Toby had fully knotted with me by this time,
so I had 9" of doggy dick in me banging into my cervix
causing my little girl to really move about in my
belly.)

Daddy then started to fuck her face with long slow
strokes going from having just the head in her mouth to
his dick buried in her throat where it bulged going
into her chest. Papa was in heaven fucking her little
butt. He had managed to get his whole dick into her
butt hole. Like, it was it stretched wide.

Now I would be lying if I said it went on for a half
hour or more... it didn't. They both only lasted 5
minutes at the most. Me, I was cumming as soon as the
knot slipped in and didn't stop until after Toby
finally pulled out 30 minutes later after flooding my
insides.

Mommy decided that Megan should clean up her sister, so
she had me squat over Megan's mouth and let the doggy
cum drip into her mouth. I moved my clit to her lips,
and she started sucking on me really hard, causing me
to cum again, which squirted all of the doggy cum in me
onto her face and chest.

I found out later that Gramma had been sucking Trevor
while Chad had been fucking her ass. All of us were
pretty wasted except for Mom. She convinced Chad to
fuck her butt while Trevor sucked her clit. That did it
for her as well.

Needless to say, we all went to bed and slept like
babies... .but not alone. Papa slept with me, Gramma
slept with the boys, and Megan slept with Mommy and
Daddy, nursing on Daddy's dick until she was out.

What a wonderful Christmas Eve...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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