Sex Show Stories

It all started with a picture. A beautiful picture of a beautiful woman laying on her back on a bed. She wore a black panty and bra set. The things that set off the picture the most though was her smile. It was bright, betraying her playfulness as she looked into the camera. It is still a beautiful picture, one that I looked at prior to laying down last night.

As the memory of that picture was still fresh in my mind, I stripped down to my boxers and turned the lights off. I then laid on my own bed as I thought about why the picture attracted me so.

I started to imagine what would have possibly happened if I was the lucky guy who took that picture. The woman in that picture was and still is one of my closest online friends and I also know that she is still hopelessly devoted to her boyfriend. So the thought of her actually doing what I was imagining made it feel slightly more fantastic than it would be in reality.

There I sat, my dick growing inside my boxers envisioning this goddess before me as I click the camera. She would lean against me on the bed to look at the display window to see the picture. I could feel her breathe on my neck as she looked at the masterpiece her body and my camera would have created. She would then ask me to download the picture as she would whisper into my ear, causing my dick to grow larger than it did last night. The thought of her whispering in my ear made me grow larger. I am a sucker for sure.

I imagined her sneaking up behind me as I worked on the down load and feeling her kisses pepper my neck as her bosom wrapped in that sheer bra would press against my back. I would imagine her wanting to slink over until she would sit on my lap. My dick grew in my hand as I imagined her kissing my neck. My lips would meet hers and we would kiss for what seem like hours. The action in my mind was getting so hot that I had to slow down on my stroking just to ensure I didn’t end quicker than my fantasy in my mind.

I then imagined her slowly slinking her cat like form down my legs until my dick was within the reach of her tongue. I could imagine her smile again, but more seductive as she would allow her fingers to graze the sensitive member that would already be dying for her attention. Her fingers would be soft as I would grow in her hand similar to the way I was growing in my own hands. I watched her curly hair as she flipped it dramatically before she would stick out her tongue like a kitten drinking milk, but the milk she sought was still in it’s container. Her tongue began at the tip top of my member, slowly licking its way painstakingly down towards the base where her silken hand would be. Her point finger and thumb formed a circle around the base of my dick although for no reason I could fathom at that moment.

It was at that moment that I felt a vice like grip right where her hand was in my imagination. I could feel it gripping tightly to quell the maelstrom that threatened to corrupt the moment as her tongue continued its journey back up towards the tip again. I felt in my mind’s eye that I was in the presence of a master of her craft, toying with me almost daring me to fire even though she kept a guard on the trigger.

In the real world, my quick movement ensured that the mess about to beget my bed linen would wait for a while longer as my breathing quickened. I close my eyes again into my dream like state again as my hands slowly began to massage my shaft again as before. In my dream, it was her massaging it, yet she used her lips to surround my shaft as there was a gentle suction drawing forth from her throat. Her eyes were closed as if pondering on the task at hand. She was deep in her meditation, deep in her task of bringing me to one sided erotic bliss. Unknowing in her mind that the very thought of her aura in the same room was just as effective. I could feel her mouth pushing me closer to the point she sought, the point where I would lose control of my own destiny at this point.

The fantasy was getting close to completion as I started stroking my piece faster and faster, imagining that she was taking me deeper and deeper into her mouth almost to the point of inhaling me versus sucking. I could feel the ammunition begin to rise inside the shaft as my mouth opened in a circular shape as I was about to moan. In my fantasy, she was about to pull me out briefly to ask me if she was to complete the job with her mouth or if her face was my intended target. I imagined that I was so overcome with pleasure that I simply moaned before she took just the head into those pretty lips again and sucked one final time before the explosion. I began to release into my inspired fantasy, imagining her lips containing all the semen that chose to expel itself within the confines of her mouth. I imagined seeing a partial seepage around the corners of her mouth as they upturned into a smile knowing full well that she had pleasured me fully.

Back in reality, I open my eyes to see the stains of my personal exploration cover my boxers, the sheet under where I was laying down as well as my hand that was playing the part of my picture girl. As I turned over to find a towel to clean up, I remember the camera that I had set up earlier to document what I did for the fantasy girl. After wiping up my hands, I slowly went over and pushed the button to stop the recording and then replayed it just to see what my playing around had brought forth. The video was short, but it showed exactly what I intended. As I walked back to the computer to download this present, I began to imagine what my fantasy would send in response.

This is a story about a young boy, that gets picked-up hitchhiking, by 2 older men in a pickup truck, that use him sexually. So, if that bothers you, please go read another story. Because I can’t change it.

It was a hot day and I was hitchhiking between 2 towns, close to where I lived.

I guess that I should have known, that something wasn’t quite right, when to old white pickup went by me and came back to pick me up.

Inside were 2 older 45-50 whitemen. Which seemed safe enough to me. So, when the passenger jumped out and told me to get in, I jumped in, sliding along the long single seat, to where I was in the middle and he got back in. Once again, I had some kind of a weird feeling, as I sat there inbetween them.

They were asking me where I lived, where I went to school and did I have a girl friend. Then they asked me the only question that they really seemed to be interested in, ” How old was I, ” and when I told them 12, they both let out alittle moan or whatever. And that’s when it started to happen.

The passenger, with out saying a word or anything, just reached down and undid his pants and pulled his dick out and started playing with it, until he had a boner.

I didn’t know what to say or what to do. There really wasn’t anything that I could do because they had me inbetween them and I couldn’t get out and they knew it.

All at once he took ahold of my hand and put it on his boner, squeezing my little fingers around it and holding my hand on it like that, as he slowly worked his and my hand up and down on it.

I don’t know how long he did that before he finally saw that I wasn’t fighting it anymore and took his hand away and watched as I kept jacking it, knowing what was going to happen. All of a sudden he was moaning and telling me to ” Kiss it ” but I couldn’t and he ended up having to pull me down to it. And holding me there with one hand, as he guided it into my mouth with the other. He started moving it in and out.slow at first but getting faster and faster. Coaxing me to suck on it .and I lost it .and eventually did.

Even though he was a grown man, it was only sticking up about 2 or 3 inches, out of his pants, as he moved it back and forth along my tongue. I could smell the pee on it. and I wanted to raise up off of it .but he was holding me down on it,. with his big hands, .on the back of my head.

The only sounds coming from the truck,. were the little sucking sounds, that i was making on it.like a baby sucking on a nipple,. that keeps loosing it .and sucks all around .trying to find it again.

All at once he moaned, ” AGGGHHHHHHHHHHH ” ” AAAGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ” ” SQUIRT ” ” AGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ” ” SQUIRT ” ” AGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” ” SQUIRT.SQUIRT.SQUIRT.SQUIRTING HIS.” WHITE CANDY “.UP INTO MY SUCKING MOUTH.AND TELLING ME TO.” EAT IT ” .BUT I COULDN’T.AND IT ENDED UP RUNNING DOWN THE SIDES OF HIS BONER .AND DOWN INTO HIS PANTS.

While he was getting me to suck on his, the driver had pulled onto a little dirt road and parked where nobody could see the truck.

As soon as the passenger let me up off of his, THE DRIVER HAD TAKEN HIS OUT .AND HE PULLED ME OVER TO IT AND MOANED.” SUCK IT ” .AS HE PUSHED MY HEAD DOWN TO IT .AND I DID.

HIS WASN’T MUCH BIGGER THAN THE OTHER ONE .BUT IT WAS JUST A LITTLE BIT LONGER .AND IT KEPT TOUCHING THE BACK OF MY THROAT.CHOKING ME EVERY NOW AND THEN, .MAKING ME PULL UP OFF OF IT AGAIN., UNTIL HE FINALLY PUSHED ME ALL THE WAY DOWN ON IT,. HOLDING ME THERE, GAGGING ME WITH IT.AS HE SQUIRTED.ONCE ” AGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH “.TWICE ” AGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH “. THREE TIMES .” AGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ” .AND JUST WHEN I THOUGHT THAT HE WAS THROUGH.IT SQUIRTED .AGAIN.” AAGHHHHHH “.” AGHHHHHH ” 2 MORE TIMES.BEFORE HE WAS THROUGH.GETTING ME TO SWALLOW THE FIRST OF IT .BUT NOT THE REST.

I CAN’T EVEN DESCRIBE HOW EMBARRASSED, .I WAS,. OVER WHAT THEY HAD JUST GOTTEN ME TO DO TO THEM.

NEITHER OF THEM SAID A WORD.MAYBE BECAUSE THE SAME THING HAD HAPPENED TO THEM.WHEN THEY WERE LITTLE.AND THEY HAD SOME KIND OF IDEA.HOW I FELT INSIDE.AS THEY WATCHED ME GETTING OUT OF THEIR WHITE PICKUP TRUCK.

AND THAT’S WHEN THE SHAMEFUL PART OF IT REALLY HAPPENED TO ME.AS I FELT THE STRANGE TINGLING IN THE END OF MY LITTLE BONER.AND FELT MY 3 OR 4 DROPS OF BOY CUM.OOZING OUT OF THE END OF IT .AND DOWN INTO MY UNDERWEAR.

I WAS SO EMBARRASSED, .AS THEY DROVE AWAY.AND MY LITTLE BONER WAS TELLING ME .THAT .I HAD LIKED IT. IN SOME STRANGE KIND OF WAY.

Ladies/Women/Girls

Do you enjoy reading sexy stories?

Do you fantasize that you are taking a leading role in them?

Would you like to do more than just fantasize?

Author, looking for inspiration, invites members of the opposite sex (to him!) to
share their fantasies by email or on a more personal level and see
them transformed into erotic fiction in which they are the star!

(Contact details given)

So ran my advertisement a few months ago, placed in various places, likely to be seen by sexually adventurous women who might see it as a genuine opportunity to feature in a story or might even see it (heaven forbid!) as an opportunity for a few ’sticky moments’.

Was I concerned about the reasons prompting a response?. not really. I knew I’d probably write a story on the back of what happened (if anything did) anyway.

Did I get any responses? . Would I be writing this if I didn’t?.

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I got an email in my inbox from someone called Gillian and I confess that at first In thought it was one of those spam messages which arrive with monotonous regularity from females who think I might wish to take a look at their websites featuring photographs of themeselves in various poses with the promise that if I pay a large subscription I’ll get to see them in far more explicit poses and in greater detail and larger photographs. They invariably find themselves immediately deleted!

I read Gillian’s message and was glad I did. She was obviously a woman with a fertile and active imagination who was looking for more of a ‘hands on’ approach than an email fantasy. She had read some of my stories (why not all of them?) and had commented on some apparently using a ‘pen name’ which I could check if I wanted to (Of course I wanted to). I checked and found that she had not been a shy girl in the uses to which she had put some of my stories and could well imagine the arching back and the buttock clenching as she had reached climax in her computer chair! She further told me that even though we had never met, she already imagined that the stories she orgasmed to, featured me and her and that she had on occasion just pulled her skirt up and her knickers down and ‘wanked herself off’ without actually reading a story.

I was curious about this use of phraseology. English women almost invariably describe this activity as ‘masturbation’ My own sex (from almost any part of the world) ‘wank’ but I have had several Scottish girlfriends over the years and it was only these women, who would ‘wank’. (Because I find this so arousing, I’ve always been turned on by women with Scottish accents! ) Any women out there who’d like to comment on this; why not email me? Anyway, I was very interested to find out exactly where Gillian was from.

She didn’t exactly live close but I was quite prepared, in the interests of ‘research’ to drive the fifty or so miles to the town where she lived and so it was that a week later, I arrived at the pub she’d told me about at around eight in the evening. She had sent me a couple of photographs with one of her emails so I spotted her almost immediately sitting on one of the dark red leather corner bench seats towards the back of the lounge bar. She was smartly dressed, as we had arranged and agreed, in a dark grey business suit with an ‘A’ line skirt and a dark top. She was, I knew, in her late thirties; her hair was dark chestnut and she was quite tall at about 5′9″ but I am 6′1″ so that didn’t matter. She hadn’t mentioned that she was of ‘ample build’ (what woman would?) and I would think that she was probably about size 16 (38C?). To be fair, I hadn’t mentioned that I am on the large side myself! If she had followed my instructions, I knew exactly what she was wearing under the suit.

I asked her what she would like to drink and indicating an almost empty wine glass she said that she’d like another white wine. I went to the bar and returned with the wine and beer for myself and sat down next to her. We made small talk as we sipped our drinks and then made small talk about my journey there and eventually worked our way round to discussing my stories; where did I get my ideas from and the things people usually want to know. I told her that some were based on personal experiences, some were based on actual people and my ideas about how they would react in a given situation and some were based on pure fantasy. She said that she needed to visit the ‘Ladies’ (’bathroom’ to you Americans) and that another glass of white wine waiting for her, on her return would be most welcome. I attended to this and bought another beer for myself. On my return, the bar now rapidly filling up, I found to my slight irritation that another couple had occupied the seats on the opposite side of the table. They were in their early twenties.

Gillian came back and I stood up to let her into the corner seat again. She smiled at the girl opposite and tilting her handbag towards me, opened it and half pulled out a pair of black silk knickers. The girl across the table opened her eyes wide; her face was a picture. Her partner’s face was buried in his pint glass and he saw nothing. Gillian (or Gill as she insisted I call her) move closer to me so that our thighs were pressed together and raised her bottom a couple of inches up from the bench seat.

I moved my hand down and pushed it under her bottom, pulling the material from under her while picking up my drink with the other hand. Gill, nonchantly, toyed with her own drink and chatted brightly about some programme which had been on TV the night before as I teased the material out from under her rear end. When I pulled my hand away she lowered herself down again and I was pleased to hear a little gasp as her bare arse cheeks landed on the (comparitively) cold leather seat!

A minute or so later, I pushed my fingers into her back and she raised herself again so that I could slide my hand under her again. I started to run my fingers up and down her arse crack and down to her pussy. She parted her thighs slightly to make it easier. Her cunt was shaved, something she hadn’t told me about. With her bottom resting on my upturned palm I was able to finger her cunt lips which parted stickily as I pushed against them. My middle finger sank between them and into her soaking wet vagina; I pushed the tip into her love tunnel and rasped my finger nail against the ridged flesh inside. She gasped and the girl opposite looked at her with a mute question on her face. She must have picked up a signal because she ran the tip of her tongue over her lower lip and gave a very small ‘nervous’ cough. Her partner just carried on talking about something in which she obviously had absolutely no interest whatsoever but I knew that we had her full attention.

I adjusted the angle of my hand and pushed two fingers inside her and began to finger fuck her. Every ten seconds or so, I altered my hand position so as to tweak her clit with my fingers. She didn’t seem to have the tight control she’d enjoyed earlier; she seemed to be having difficulty raising her wine glass to her lips. Her eyes had taken on a glazed look. I glanced across the table and noticed that the girl was breathing hard and her right hand which had been resting on the table top had slipped out of sight below it. Soon afterwards I saw furtive but frantic lower arm movements just above the table top and had no doubt what she was doing. Her dense partner, got up and headed for the ‘Gents’. The girl got up from her chair and came round to our side of the table and sat next to me so that she’d be facing her boyfriend when he came back.

Gill had got to the lip biting stage and I couldn’t see how anyone looking at her could fail to guess what was going on, but people were just wandering around and not really paying any attention to our corner. Not true about the girl on my left of course. Now she was next to me I could see her hand inside her waistband and her splayed apart thighs and convulsive movements made it obvious what she was doing. I opened my own legs and pressed my thigh against hers. Her boyfriend came back and asked if she wanted another drink; she said ‘no’ and he went up to the bar to get himself another pint.

In response to a frantic finger fucking, Gill suddenly climaxed and collapsed on my hand, almost breaking my wrist. My other neighbour suddenly went rigid and relaxed next to me with a loud exhale of breath. I suddenly became aware of two female hands making their way from opposite directions across the front of my trousers. My cock was rigid as Gill found my zip and eased it down. I gripped her wrist and whispered ‘not here’ to both of them and making myself ‘decent’, I stood up and shepherded both girls out of the bar.

My car was in the pub car park and soon we were in it and heading for Gill’s house, which she told me was ‘just round the corner’. not quite true, but close enough for jazz as they say. Gill sat in the front seat and spent most of the journey rubbing my cock through my ‘Chinos’ , while I felt her cunt, thus driving us both crazy. The ‘new’ girlfriend (Debbie) sat in the back and from what I could see in the mirror (and from turning round at red traffic lights!) spent the whole journey teasing herself with one finger. I asked her what her boyfriend would think when he got back from the bar.
‘Who gives a fuck?’ was her only response.

She told us he was just a bloke at work who had been trying to get into her knickers for months, but when she’d agreed to go out with him, he’d just talked about football and seemed more anxious to get beer down his throat than pay attention to her. Debbie said that before we’d shown her a more potentially exciting evening, the most she was expecting was a quick fumble in Brian’s car followed by a rapid orgasm (for him) and a total lack of satisfaction (for her) and the whole sordid business carried out in a haze of beer fumes.

I told her that I wasn’t quite sure what was going to happen but I was quite sure it would be more exciting than her original expectations. I explained about the advert and what Gill and I were all about. Debbie giggled and admitted that she’d seen it too and had actually thought about replying, but was more than pleased to ‘help with the research’.

Gill seemed quite pleased at the way things were going as well.

We got to Gill’s place which turned out to be a small 1930s detached house in a village about 3 miles out of town. Perfect.

Gill made us ‘at home’ immediately and got us all a drink. I think she had anticipated that she wouldn’t be coming home alone, but of course a threesome wasn’t exactly what she’d expected. However, I could see that she was as excited about this new development as I was. Although, I think this was a new venture for Debbie, I could also see that the possibilities had got her juices flowing as well. Gill led the way upstairs and showed us into her bedroom.

Her bed was huge and Gill kicked her shoes off and flopped down on it causing her skirt to rise up her thighs revealing her stocking tops and black suspenders. She reached up and taking Debbie’s hands pulled her down with her. Debbie was wearing black ‘Ski-Pants’, tight over her bottom but with the slightly flared ‘boot-top’ leg. I took my shoes and socks off and got between them on the duvet. It was a struggle because Gill had her arms round Debbie and was kissing her mouth to mouth. Debbie had resisted for a split second but was now joining in enthusiastically and was already unbuttoning Gill’s shirt. When I arrived between them, Gill released her hold on Debbie and started to work on my belt and zip. They didn’t put up much resistance and very soon my trousers and underpants were on the bedroom floor. Debbie had succesfully removed Gill’s top and bra and was working on her skirt fastenings so that most of Gill’s clothing landed on top of mine, to be topped off by my shirt. Debbie seemed to me to be far too dressed for the situation, so I stradled her and took off her top and (black lace) bra and pulled off her ski pants in one flowing movement, revealing a thong matching the bra. The pile of clothing on the bedroom floor was now almost up to duvet level!

I pushed Debbie on her back and lifting and parting her legs, buried my face in the gusset of her thong, inhaling her scent. She clenched her buttocks and thrust her cunt up to my face. Gill worked her way round to be able to fondle her quite large breasts and squeeze her perky chocolate brown, rapidly hardening nipples. I pulled the thong to one side so that I could firstly finger her cunt (which was certainly NOT shaved) and then tease it with my tongue tip before finally, gently reaching underneath and pinching her bottom causing her to rise up from the bed so that I could pull the thong off and throw it on to the clothing pile (followed by those awful calf length nylons which women wear in these circumstances).

Gill seemed to be working her way round to getting Debbie to tongue her pussy but I wanted to taste it first, so I ran my tongue the length of Debbie’s crack sucking her clit between my teeth and giving it a ‘nip’ before grabbing Gill round the waist and pulling her down to me so that I could bury my face between her thighs and push my tongue between her labia and into her shaven haven. She pushed her fanny up at me so that I could slide my tongue into her love tunnel and taste that wonderful slightly musky, slightly lemony juice with which a sexually aroused woman floods herself. She lowered her face towards my stiffly erect cock. ( did I mention that I had an erection? ). No?. well would you be surprised to learn that I had. pausing only to lick the end making it twitch uncontrollably she took hold of the shaft and guided it into her mouth.

She worked on me for several minutes, dribbling saliva down the shaft and running her tongue over the swollen glans, licking over the weeping ‘eye’ and rasping her teeth over that scar tissue which every circumsized man has and which is unbelievably sensitive. She squeezed my balls and sucked them into her mouth while stroking my cock shaft with varying speed and pressure. I got the impression that she’d done this before (lol). My tongue was deep inside her vagina and I had a tit in each hand and which I was fondling and squeezing; her nipples were getting their share of attention and were large, swollen and erect. Debbied had pushed herself as close as possible so that I could feel her lithe and sensuous body against mine and knew that her own fingers were keeping her own cunt aroused as she caressed first my bottom and then Gill’s.

I turned round to kiss Debbie and thus freed, Gill went down between Debbie’s legs and buried her face in the forest of pubic hair down there. I could feel myself reaching the point of no return and told the girls that I was cumming; they pushed me down on my back and Gill straddled my face so that my nose was buried in her cunt and I was able to reach up ad play with her breasts swinging above me, while Debbie sucked on my cock until I could hold back no longer and she pulled away at the final second so that I could spray my cum over her face. She licked what she could reach of it and Gill came down and licked the rest of it from her cheek, eyelid and forehead. They both lay down and kissed deeply, transferring my cum from mouth to mouth with their bodies entwined and writhing in such a way that although I was sexually satisfied I felt stirrings again. I reached over them and using my fingers helped them achieve their own orgasms, which they did with screams of passion.

I went to the bathroom to clean up and presently they joined me. Afterwards we went back to the bedroom and lay down together. That was the start of a night of sexual indulgence and I’ll write the details down some other time but over the next twenty four hours (all of us phoned in sick from our work), I did fuck both of them, cunt and arse, several times, so that when we parted I felt like I’d been in a war. but they seemed to be able to go on for ever.

Will I see them again. God! I hope so!
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I had a steady stream of responses to my advertisement but I don’t have the time or the inclination to tell you about all of them, so I’ll just give you a ‘taste’ of the sort of ideas I had suggested to me. As I’ve said, some lead to ’skin on skin’ contacts whereas others remained as ‘Cyber’ contacts as it was obvious that this what the writer wanted. One of these was from a lady calling herself ‘Hannah’. She did send me a photograph later and I was slightly surprised to see that she was Asian although I from which part of that continent, I was never given any precise information although I would hazard a guess at India, a country whose women I have always thought most intriguing, but have never had an opportunity to experience first hand for myself, women supposedly versed in the teachings of The Kama Sutra!

I know that The Kama Sutra is (apart from making very boring reading. and I have read it) is a treatise on the ways a woman is supposed to be able to please a man consisting of a series of extremely long and tedious lists most of which have little to do with sexual contact. All that stuff about various positions takes up quite a small part of the full text. better off listening to the Bonzo Dog band’s short song on the subject which goes something like:
‘We tried position thirty one
It was a terrific fun.
In position seventy two
You were me
And I was you’
But I digress. Hannah was married and told me from the start that this was not her real name, but the name she was known by because it was an Anglicised version of her actual name which British people seemed better able to deal with.

Her husband worked nights and she was alone in the house from 11pm to around 9am. Just as well she only wanted to ‘Cyber’ because she lived a considerable distance away and I’d have had a very long drive to get to her. I’d probably have spent the night fast asleep and what a waste of time that would have been!

It started off as email pure and simple and rapidly developed into Instant Messenger sex, but the typing mistakes from both sides where two people are trying to rapid type one handed while the other hand is occupied elsewhere become very frustrating and eventually this became mobile phone sex!.

Hannah would see her husband off to work and sort things out in the house and then go and lie down on her bed and phone me. I would always ask her what she was wearing and very soon her opening remarks would be on this subject. At first she would be wearing a nightie of sorts but I soon made it clear that she was to wear something a bit more raunchy and asked for a list (by email) of the contents of her knicker drawer. I asked her what stockings she wore and told her to go and buy various things which she didn’t own.

Eventually, she would tell me that she was wearing, for example, barely black 10 denier nylons, a black lacy suspender belt, black lace knickers and matching push up bra and that she had her vibrator handy; I would tell her that I was lying on my bed
stark bollock naked and that I had an erection just thinking about her. I’d tell her to pull her knickers tight up into her crack and fondle her breasts; to rub herself through the material of her knickers but on no account to touch herself. I’d start to masturbate and hold the phone close to my cock for ten seconds and ask her what she thought I was doing. Her breathing would start to get heavy and she’d beg to be allowed to touch herself. Eventually, I’d tell her she could put her hand under the waistband of her knix and cup her cunt but not to do anything else. I’d ask her if she was wet and she’d breathe. ‘yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss’

I’d tell her she could finger her cunt and that she must place the phone down there so I could hear how wet she was. Little ’slurping’ noises would sound in my ear. I’d let her listen to me again and by now my cock shaft would be wet and slippery and she’d hear the sounds of a man wanking hard. I’d forcibly stop myself if I thought it was happening too quickly. I’d told her to get herself a cheap digital camera and I’d tell her to hold it above herself and take a photo of her mid section with her knickers round her knees and her legs strained apart. I’d take one of me at the same time and later we’d exchange them. I’d get her to take her knickers off and push the vibrator into her cunt (sometimes up her arse) and fuck herself with it, stopping just before she came, to run the vibrating tip over her clit and to put the phone there so I could listen. usually at this point we’d both be out of control and wank to a mutual climax.

Sometimes we’d indulge ourselves for a couple of hours like this; taking photos to send as attachments and sometimes me telling her to get up and dress in something else. Sometimes I’d order her to go around the following day without any knickers and wear a short skirt; and hold-ups (not tights); sometimes I’d tell her to go out of the office where she worked part time and buy an ice lolly, then go into the toilet and put it in her knickers and hold it against her pussy for at least (usually) 5 minutes. sometimes 10! This would drive her crazy! I’d also tell her to wear the same knickers (usually black satin) for several days and to cum in them. and pull them up into her cunt crack afterwards.

But after a week or three, she phoned less and less and although I still hear from her from time to time and its still great fun when she does. but I think she now wanks herself to sleep on memories! If her husband isn’t fucking her on a regular basis he must be mad or gay or in dire need of a large dose of ‘Viagara’!

Shortly after this I had an email from Beth. My first impression was that I had unearthed a real prick teaser with this one, but I then realised that Beth was actually very shy but trying to give the impression of being someone who was very switched on and streetwise. The reason for this became clear when I found out that she was a very large girl with limited sexual experience who fantasised as much as anyone else. probably more than most if the truth be known. In fact her entire sexual experience was fantasy. She was actually ashamed of her size and that was a great pity. She was also at 35 years of age, a virgin.

I met her (properly) for the first time at a motorway service station having emailed for several weeks. She liked to be spanked. more than that she liked to be beaten hard and there was certainly enough target area. I put ‘properly’ in brackets there because I’d actually seen her ‘on the sly’ previously. After a lot of emailing and a few mobile phone calls I’d said I’d like a pair of her knickers and asked her what sort she wore. I think the question surprised her and she asked what sort she’d expect her to wear. I told her ‘a dark red thong!’ and that she must have worn it for 24 hours and masturbated in it at least twice. She asked if that meant she was to sleep in it. I told her ‘yes, of course’.

She didn’t live too far away from me and worked somewhere where we shared the same road home. This led by a country park with a large carpark. I knew a lot of her routine and she thought she knew mine. but I hadn’t actually told her the truth. She said, she didn’t want to meet just yet but she’d leave the thong (’sure its no trouble?.’. ‘Oh No. I have lots of them’. but I think she’d have to go to Marks and Sparks one lunch time PDQ!. for non Brits, Marks and Sparks is a friendly name for one of our large national clothes shops. ‘Marks and Spencer’) in a plastic bag by a certain tree.

I had no idea what she drove and more to the point she didn’t know my car. I got there an hour before her and watched her drive in and leave the knickers (in a Marks and Sparks bag!) where she’d said.

Later, when she checked to see if I’d got them, I said her car was very nice. At first she was angry, but later calmed down and I told her that she had nothing to be ashamed of. and that I’d I’d already orgasmed over her thong. I suggested that she had nothing to lose in a proper meet now; she agreed and I promised to bring her underwear back. she said I could keep it!

The motorway services meet was the first of many. After a quick introduction in the car , we drove to her flat about 5 miles away where I got her to put the thong on (although she proudly showed me a dozen thongs of various colours and materials in her knicker drawer. they were all obviously brand new and hadn’t been worn!)

I put her over my knee and spanked her bottom hard, and afterwards as this wasn’t enough, took my belt to her; then one of her slippers, a wooden spoon from the kitchen and finally BOTH slippers together. She took this over my knee, over the arm of the sofa, over the kitchen work top, and just bending over with her hands on her knees (she physically couldn’t touch her toes!). I beat her over her dress and with the thong and with it down and off. with her thighs closed and lewdly splayed wide open so that her wet cunt was on open view with the labia glistening pinkly. I dragged her into the bedroom and put all the pillows in the centre and pushed her down on top of them, stripped her and taking a thick, wide leather belt from her wardrobe, and doubling it (she had quite a large waist!) gave her a slow measured tthree dozen welts across her bottom, upper thighs and back. Afterwards, I pulled my trousers and underpants down and mounted her from behind and took her ‘Cherry’.

STOP PRESS!

I had intended to finish this account at this point which was written a week or so ago but just as I was ‘wrapping it up’ I had an email from a woman who I had to find more about. She sent me a photo attachment from which I could see (and from what she told me in the email) that she was in her mid 40s, on the plump side, Scottish (well, born in Edinburgh) of Indian parentage but living very close to my home town. Her fantasies were all to do with sex with white guys and being spanked as an adult schoolgirl/office secretary as foreplay. Her husband worked away from home during the week. which oddly enough is MY situation. I go home to a normal domestic life 150 plus miles away at the weekend.

This lady ,who I asked me to call her shall call Gina although I have no doubt that this was not her real name, was not at all shy. When I suggested that we indulge in Cyber sex she said she had assumed that there was more on offer. When I suggested that I call round the following night, she asked what was wrong with ‘tonight’. I went round that night!

She opened the door to me wearing a black pencil skirt hemmed above the knee, a cream button fronted top, through which I could see the lines of a cream lacy underwired bra. Further down, I could see ‘barely black’ nylons and shiny black high heeled court shoes.

She poured me a stiff drink. It wasn’t the only thing that was stiff when she brushed against me.

We sat on the sofa and she told me she had read all my stories on XNXX. I said in that case she’d have known how to dress to please me. In answer she took my hand and placed it on her knee before guiding it up her thigh to where I could feel the elasticated stocking tops of hold-ups. She knew my views on ‘tights’ then. good start! Thus encouraged, I continued north with my hand and her thighs parted invitingly so that I could feel her pussy through the front of her knickers. She stood up and kneeling in front of me undid my zip and belt and then in one quick movement pulled my trousers to my knees. My underpants soon followed resulting in my cock twitching and and waving about in the firelight. She took it in her mouth and ran her tongue around the tip and then pulling her skirt up she draped herself over my lap.

Her bottom seemed to swell under the white lacy knickers, which I began to spank to the accompmiment of encouraging little cries from Gina. I spanked her harder and then harder still as she thrust her bum up at me before reaching between my legs to fondle my cock. I pulled her knickers to mid thigh and pulled her legs apart and then resumed the spanking. She looked back at me over her left shoulder and told me that she had been such a bad girl that day and that she deserved more than an over the knee spanking. I asked her what she deserved and she told me she truly deserved to be caned on her bottom.

She stood up and went to the sideboard and returned with a crook handled school style cane. I ordered her to the centre of the room and told her to raise her skirt over her back, stand with her legs wide apart, bend over and grasp her ankles. I stood behind her and and swishing the cane through the air a few times, gave her six strokes across her bare rump. Each stroke caused her bare buttocks to dimple and the flesh to bounce; each stroke caused her to draw her breath in with a gasp; each stroke caused her to sag at the knees and then come back into position. After the third stroke, an angry red weal appeared where the first had landed and at the same time intervals, others followed. After the fourth stroke, a hand tentatively left an ankle to rub the writhing flesh but was ordered back into position. After the sixth she was permitted to stand and rub her arse; but only briefly as I told her to take her knix off and assume the position again with her legs much wider apart as I tapped her inner thighs with the cane until I approved of her position.

Her cunt was on open display and I could see how wet it was. God! I was more than ready for her as well. but I gave her another six with much the same results as before except that after the last stroke her bottom seemed to have doubled in size and looked like a railway marshalling yard with all the criss-crossing lines! I took her hand and led her into her bedroom where I invited her to kneel on the bed and entering her from behind selfishly came, deep inside her vagina, in a matter of six or seven thrusts!

She fell on her side and started frantically to wank herself off as I undid her top and pushing her bra up played with her tits as with a shriek, she climaxed. My cum appeared at her pussy lips and started to flow down her thighs mixed with her own juices. She scooped it up and licked her fingers.

I’m going to leave it at this point. Obviously, I stayed the night and neither of us got much sleep. but that may be something for another story. but by that time who knows what new adventures may have taken place?

I’m feeling really horny having written this account, so I’ll just check to see if anybody else has replied.

Maybe hear from someone reading this soon. who knows. it certainly pays to advertise!

I was in the 7th grade and I was hitchhiking, the first time that it happened.

I was to embarrassed to answer him and that’s when he reached across the seat and touched me down there, as he whispered, ” It’s ok, you can tell me.”

I wanted to tell him to move his hand but before I could, he started rubbing me down there and I felt so embarrassed, as I felt myself starting to get a boner and I knew that he could feel it.

” Oh yeah, you like that, don’t you?”

Once again, I couldn’t answer him and he whispered, ” I know you do because I can feel your little boner through your levis and that tells me that you like it.”

All at once he stopped rubbing it and said, ” Wanna see a really big one?”

And before I could even answer, he undid his pants and pulled his out and it was huge. It was already 7 or 8 inches long and it wasn’t even fully hard yet.

” Big, isn’t it?” ” Have you ever seen one that was this big before?”

” No.”

” Wanna feel it?”

” Nooo.”

” Come on, it won’t bite you.”

And with that he reached over and pulled my hand over to it, holding it down on it, until I quit trying to pull it back.

I could feel the warmth of it under my hand and the next thing I knew he was saying, ” Jack it, come on, I know you know how.”

When I didn’t do anything, he started moving my hand all around on it. Making me feel how big it was, as he slowly tried to close my fingers around it. My fingers never did reach all the way around it but he didn’t seem to care, he had me holding it and that’s all that seemed to matter to him.

I can’t even describe the feelings that I was going through, as he started working my hand up and down on it, squeezing my fingers around it, as he moaned, ” Oh yeah, that’s it, work it.” And the next thing I knew, he had me doing it, even though I didn’t want too.

I couldn’t believe that an older man, had me jacking him off, as he sat there in his car, when at any minute someone could walk by and see what he was getting me to do to him. Wasn’t he afraid of someone seeing what he was getting me to do to him? Or did the thrill of us getting caught, turn him on even more?

I could see his shiny precum starting to ooze out of the little hole in the end of it, the little peehole and I knew that it wouldn’t be much longer, as I kept looking all around, making sure that no one was coming and would see me.

He was moaning and whispering, ” Faster, faster, do it faster.” And I’m embarrassed to admit, that even I was getting excited in some strange kind of way. As my hand worked it up and down faster and faster and I could see his precum oozing down along the swollen head.

It seemed like the more I worked it up and down, the bigger it got. Until finally it looked like it wanted to explode and spew its white cum, all over the frontseat of his car.

” Oh fuck, fuck yes, jerk it baby, jerk it.” ” Kiss it, make it cum.”

” Nooo.”

” Please.”

” Nooo, please don’t make me do that too.”

” Just once, I won’t tell.”

” Nooo.”

All at once he reached behind my head and pulled me down to it, holding me there, as he screamed at me, ” Do it, do it.” Over and over again, until he felt my mouth touching it, finally opening and then slipping down over the end of it and he moaned, ” Oh shit.” As he held me down on it, yelling at me ” Suck it.”

I could taste his salty pee and feel his shiny slick precum, as it laid on my tongue, waiting for me to suck it. I tried to pull away but he was holding me there and wasn’t about to let me go, until he had had his way with me.

I don’t know how long he had been holding me down there, when I just gave up and quit trying to fight it. I could feel him starting to ease it back and forth along my tongue and even though I wasn’t sucking on it, he was still sliding it along my tongue, using my mouth like it was a little pussy and he was starting to fuck it.

The next thing I knew, he started working my head up and down on it. I may have only been in the 7th grade but I knew that he was going to cum doing that and once again, I tried to pull up off of it. That’s when he pushed me down on it and I felt it sliding down into my open throat, gagging me again and again, until he pulled me up off of it, so I could breathe again.

When he saw that I couldn’t suck it, he grabbed my hand and put it back on it and yelled at me, ” Jack it and don’t stop, until I cum.”

I don’t know if I was afraid of what he’d do to me or not, if I didn’t do it. All I know is that I didn’t want to play with it but the next thing I knew, he had me doing it. As he was leaned back against his car door, watching me do it.

” Kiss it.”

” Nooo.”

” You don’t have to suck it, just kiss it.”

” Nooo.”

I don’t even remember bending down to it. All I know is that one minute I’m telling him ” Nooo,” and the next thing I know he’s moaning and saying, ” That’s it, that’s it, use your tongue, get the precum.” ” Keep jacking it, while your licking it.”

I could feel the warmth of it, as my little tongue slid thru the slick precum, tasting it, making him moan, as he screamed ” Eat it, eat it ” and for whatever the reason, I did.

All at once he started making funny sounds and the next thing I knew, his white cum shot up out of the end of it, squirting up into the air. ” Agghhhh.squirt.Once,” ” Agghhh.squirt.Twice,” ” Aggghhhhhhh shit, Agghhhhhh.squirt.squirt.” ” Ohhh fuck.”

I watched as it dropped back down onto the swollen head, running down along the side of it and onto my little hand, before making its way down into his dark pubic hair.

I looked up at him and his head was tilted back, his eyes were closed and his mouth was hanging open, in a strange kind of way. As he sat there moaning again and again, as his long thick cock jerked again and again and again, emptying his huge balls, onto my little hand.

I held onto it, until it finally quit jerking and then watched as the last few drops of white cum oozed out of the end of it. Fighting the strange urge to bend down and lick them away, I let go of it, pushed my car door open and got out.

I had the weirdest feeling, as I bent down and wiped his white cum off of my hand and onto the wet grass, before running all the way home.

I’m a firm believer, that we have no more choice, as to what we are drawn to sexually, than we have over what our taste buds like, when we sit down at the table.

Since some of you may not like this story and what it’s about, may I suggest that you click on my name, that’s up next to the title of this story and perhaps you will find one that’s more to your liking.Milker

I was sitting at the bus stop, when the older buick pulled up with a very pretty young girl driving it and she asked me where I was going.

I wasn’t hitch-hiking, so I was really surprised that she’d even stopped for me. I was also surprised because it was a young girl and not an older man, because it was usually an older men that offered me a ride, when I was out hitch-hiking.

When I had told her where I was going, she told me that she’d take me there but that she had to stop by her place first to get something that she’d forgotten, if that was ok with me.

She reminded me of an ex- teacher that I’d had all the way back in grade school. Everything about her being so prim and proper, if you know what I mean. Not a hair out of place, clothes properly pressed and nails done to perfection, to say the least.

When we got to her place, she told me that I was welcome to come on inside with her if I wanted to and since it was really hot in the car, I went ahead and went in with her. Watching her,as she collected all of the things that she’d came back for, pictures, a lot of pictures. Actually they were nude drawings, charcoal nude drawings, that she was taking to some sort of art show with her.

They were all really beautiful and when I asked her who did them, she blushed a little bit and then whispered, ” I did.”

I told her that I didn’t believe her and that’s when she grabbed a piece of charcoal, a sheet of paper and started doing one, right there in front of me.

” What are you doing?”

” I’m drawing a picture silly, what does it look like I’m doing?”

” Of me?”

” Uh huh.”

” Oh.”

” So you’re gonna let me?”

” I guess so.”

” You have to take your clothes off, you know.”

” What, no way.”

” You have to take your clothes off, I only do nude’s or didn’t you notice that?”

” Well ya, I noticed but can’t you just draw one of me with my clothes on?”

” Yes, but it won’t be very good because I really need to see the person’s nude body, to get all of the muscle’s and the lines right.”

” Oh.”

” Well?”

” Well, what?”

” Will you take your clothes off and let me draw you, in charcoal?”

I offered her all kinds of excuses and finally she gave-in and said, ” Okay, you can leave your underwear on, how’s that?”

Even though she was a pretty girl, I still had the weirdest feeling, as I stood there in front of a perfect stranger and took everything off, everything off but my underwear that is.

As soon as she had me almost naked, she led me into her bedroom and coaxed me into laying down across her bed, to do the drawing.

I’d been laying there for 15 or 20 minutes with her drawing me, when she brought the picture over to me and said, ” Baby, I just can’t do it, I need to see you naked, to get my inspiration.”

Before I could even say anything, she took ahold of the top of my underwear and started to slowly peel them down over the top of my little hips and for whatever the reason, I didn’t even try to stop her.

The squeal that came out of her when my boner popped into view, was unreal. It was like she’d just opened a box of candy and was pleasantly surprised, when she saw the size of it.

I kept trying to cover it up with both of my hands but every time I covered it up again, she’d gently move my hands aside and whisper, ” No baby, don’t worry, I’ve seen a boy’s boner before, many of them to be honest and I really need to have your finger’s relaxed and not straightened out like that, so I can draw them properly.”

If I said that I wasn’t embarrassed, as I laid there, letting a pretty young girl look at me like that, while I had a boner, I’d be lying because I was, really was, and she could tell it as she said, ” I’ll tell you what, why don’t you turn over onto your stomach and let me give you a massage and maybe that will relax you.”

I jumped at the chance to rollover onto my stomach and as I did, I saw her once again, looking at my young stiff boner, as it hung down underneath me now, before I settled back down onto her bedspread.

” Oh baby, that’s it, now let me go get some of my special oil’s for you.”

Thinking that this was a way to get rid of my boner, as I laid there, moving it back and forth, ever so slightly, on the top of her bedspread, I had no problem whatsoever, as she jumped up, ran into her bathroom and closed the door.

I don’t know how long she’d been in there, doing whatever, as she let me more or less, hump her bedspread, when all at once the bathroom door slowly opened up and there she was standing there naked, trimmed pubic hair and all, in the open doorway.

I’d never seen a girl’s, hairy mound before and the little whimper that came out of me, when she saw me looking at it, must have told her that I was a virgin and she kinda giggled. I was in total shock, as she moved over to the side of the bed, she slid her little hand down to it, spread her swollen lips apart, with her tiny little fingers and then whispered , ” You like it? “

I didn’t know what to say, as she stood there holding the swollen brownish outer lips apart, showing me the pretty reds’ and pink’s that were inside of it. All I could think about as she stood there showing it to me, was ” Why, were her lips swollen like that?” ” Was it from her being fucked so much, by other boy’s or even men or were they swollen now because of what she was about to do with me and that’s what was making her get so excited?”

I was to embarrassed to answer her about liking it or not, as she slowly pulled her fingers away from it, letting her brownish lips slowly close back down around it but not even covering her tiny little hooded clit, that was nestled up in the warm folded skin, up on top of it.

As soon as she was on the bed with me, I could feel her dripping one of her special oil’s down onto me and then slowly massaging it into my back, before I could even stop her.

She had the slowest and gentlest hands, as she worked the warm oils into me. Telling me that they would make me shine more and that she’d be able to see me better in the light, to do the charcoal drawing of me.

I could feel her tiny little hands moving, ever so slowly, working their way down along my little back, until they were at the top of my little boy butt cheeks and just when I thought that she was going to stop there, she dripped even more of her special oil’s down onto my little butt and started to slowly massage all of it into me.

” Ohhh.”

” You like?”

” Uh huh.”

As soon as she found out that I liked having my little butt cheeks massaged, she poured even more of her special oil’s down onto them and as she bent down over me she whispered, ” Spread your leg’s baby, I need to oil down inbetween your cheek’s to, I’m sorry.”

I don’t know if I spread them for her or if she just gently pulled them apart for me. All I know is that all at once, I could feel her sliding her well oiled tiny little hand down along the inside of my thigh and the next thing I knew, she’d barely brushed my warm little nut-sac with her oily fingertips.

When she saw that I wasn’t gonna try and stop her from feeling my little nut-sac, she slid her tiny little fingers down around them and then dripped even more of the special oil from the tiny little bottle down onto them, as she started to cup and pull on them gently. It was almost like she was getting some kind of strange satisfaction out of hearing me whimper again and again, as she kept fondling them, telling me, ” I need to oil um baby, I need to oil um ” and I let her.

As soon as she had my little nut-sac well oiled, she worked her fingers back up and started massaging on my little butt cheeks again. Working her warm slick oils deep into them, telling me, ” It won’t be long now baby, your almost ready,” as she kneaded and massaged on them, gently spreading them apart wider and wider, so she could see my tiny little asshole, even better.

As soon as she saw it, I felt her start to touch on it again and again, with her warm stiff fingertips, just like she was spanking it for some reason and getting it ready.

When she heard the little moans that were coming out of me she whispered, ” Oh baby, I’m sorry, did I hurt it?” And before I could even answer her she whispered, ” Here, let me kiss it and make it feel better.”

The moan that came out of me when I felt her soft warm lip’s touching up against my tiny little asshole and I heard the little kissing sounds that she was making on it, as she kissed it, was unreal.

All of a sudden, I felt something slowly oozing out of the end of my young stiff boner and then going down onto her bedspread. I didn’t know if it was pre-cum or cum and at that moment in time, I didn’t even care, I just let it happen.

Before I could even recover from what she’d just done to me, I could feel her rubbing more of her special oil’s, all around the outside of my tiny little asshole, working her warm hard fingertip, closer and closer towards the center, as she whispered, ” I have to work it into the little creases baby, don’t worry. I won’t hurt it.”

Even if she wasn’t teasing on it and that’s what it felt like to me, I still ended up humping the bedspread again and I didn’t even care now, that she was sitting there and watching me.

” Oh that’s it, easy baby, spread your cheeks for me, ok?”

Watching me as I reached back and slowly pulled my little boy butt cheek’s apart for her and let her look at my tiny little asshole, my tiny little virgin asshole, turned her on even more and the next thing I knew, she was dribbling even more of her special little warm oil’s down onto it and making me whimper even louder.

The whole time that she was dropping the warm oil down onto my tiny little asshole, with one hand, she was calmly rubbing her tiny little clit and then fingering herself with her other hand and I didn’t even know it yet.

The longer she did it, the better it felt to me and pretty soon she was bending over and whispering, ” You like it, don’t you ” and I almost peed. I almost peed, as I heard the little whimper that came out of me as I heard myself saying, ” Uh huh ” and I really didn’t understand what was happening to me yet but she sure did.

All at once, I felt her crawling up on top of me and as she laid down on top of me, she whispered, ” The heat of my body, will make the oil’s work better baby.” So, he let her lay there on top of me and ride me.

She’d been laying there, covering me completely, with her warm little body for about 2 minutes, when all at once I felt the slightest movement starting to happen down in her pelvis. Just as I was about to ask her what she was doing, I felt it again and the next thing I knew, she was starting to dry fuck me and for whatever the reason, I was letting her.

I don’t know how long she’d been humping me like that when all at once she worked her little hand down inbetween us and I felt her fingertip, as it started rubbing and then teasing all around the edges of my tiny little asshole.

” What are you doing?”

” Shhh baby, I told you, I won’t hurt it.”

I’d never been finger fucked before and when she started trying to work the tip of her finger up into me, I squeezed my little asshole even tighter, started whimpering and begging her not to do that to me.

But it was to late by then, she couldn’t stop now, even if she’d wanted to, as her well oiled finger eventually worked its way all the the way up into me and she started to finger fuck me with it.

In/Out.In/Out.In/Out.In/Out.In/Out

” Noooooooooooo, Nooooooo, take it out, please take it out.

” Come on baby, give it up, I wanna make you cum.”

The embarrassment that I felt, as I laid there and let her finger fuck me, was unreal. But the need to cum had taken over by then, as I felt my young stiff boner, sliding back and forth along the top of her warm soft bedspread.

” Uh huh, Uh huh.”

“That’s it, work it baby, work that tight little butt of yours, come and get it.”

In/Out.In/Out.In/Out.In/Out.In/Out

“Ugh”.”Ugh”.”Ugh”.”Ugh”.”Ugh.”

It didn’t take long at all, before I felt my tiny little nut-sac starting to draw-up into me and the next thing I knew, I was screaming, ” You better stop, you better stop,” over and over again but she not only didn’t stop, she rammed a second finger up into me as far as she could, started wiggling them again and again, like they were a little cock and it was jerking and cuming up inside of me and I lost it.

” Agghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Squirt.Squirt. ” Agghhh”.Squirt.

Just when I thought that it was all over and she’d slipped her finger’s back out of me, I couldn’t believe it, as she spread my little butt cheeks again, put her pretty pussy up against my tiny little asshole and whispered in my ear, ” No baby, now it’s my turn ” and started grinding her warm soft pubic hair, onto and into my tiny little asshole.

” Ohhh.”

” Yeah, you like having that tiny little asshole of your’s humped, don’t ya baby?”

“Uh huh”.”Uh huh.”

The harder she ground her dark pubic hair into me, the better it felt to me and somehow she could tell it, as she whispered in my ear, ” You’ve been fucked, haven’t ya baby?”

” Nooo.”

” Oh yes you have, I can tell by the way that your little butts moving. Only someone that’s been fucked before would move their little ass like your’s is moving, believe me.”.” I know because I’ve been fucked back there before to and I know how good it feel’s, if they do it right.”

” Uh huh.”

” Yeah, I thought so, did ya like it?”

” Uh huh.”

As soon as she found out that someone had fucked me before, I could hear her breathing starting to change and then she started humping her little mound of pubic hair up against my tiny little asshole harder and harder.

And then all at once she bit the bottom of my ear lobe, let out the strangest little moan and that’s when I felt her little back arch and then felt her start to quiver, as her warm sweet girl juices started flowing. Flowing out of her and down onto me, covering my tiny little asshole, wetting it, before running on down across my little warm nut-sac and then on down onto her bedspread.

The young girl was in no hurry to get up off of me, as she laid there on top of me and let her warm sweet juices run down and cover me. me.

In her own strange way, she’d gotten me to submit to her inner self and mated with me and she didn’t want me to forget it.

I don’t know how a wild animal feels, when its just been held down and fucked like she’d just held me down and fucked me. All I know is that I felt totally in her power now, whatever that means, as she drove me the rest of the way across town and then quietly let me out.

She’d mated with me and I was her’s now and she knew it, as she calmly started her car and drove away again.

This was a rewrite of one of my earlier stories called, A BUS STOP with an older woman and a younger boy. I hope you liked it.Milker

I became addicted to watching and being watched.
When I was younger, still living at home with my parents, I slept in a room that was directly next to both of my sisters, a common door connected our rooms, but it remained closed most of the time.

Every once in a while, when I could not sleep, I would knock on the door and talk with them. There was nothing going on, I would simply sit on the floor between their beds and talk about stuff.

Now my sisters were not unattractive, but I never thought about it one way or the other. Susan had shoulder length jet-black hair and a nice little figure. She was petite, maybe 5 foot 2. I still can’t understand bra sizes, so I can’t say what size her breasts were, but they were proportionate to her height and weight.
Sandy, who was a year older, was two or three inches taller, also very pretty with blonde, brown hair that fell to the middle of her back. Again, her figure was about normal. She had (and still has) a great smile.

Well, the whole thing started late one night when I awoke from one of those dreams that you can’t remember exactly, but it left me painfully erect. Usually I would simply have masturbated, but for some reason, I lay there in the dark tingling, letting my erection subside.

Our parents were on a weekend church retreat and they had left the three of us at home alone to shift for ourselves. The house was silent and dark without them. Our parents were notorious night owls and the quiet was almost oppressive.
After tossing and turning for some time, I got up and knocked lightly on their door, I heard Sandy say softly, “Come in.” I opened the door and walked in and sat between their beds.

Sandy was the only one awake, so we talked about this and that for some time. Eventually the conversation turned to our love lives, or lack of same.
I confessed that my last girlfriend had said I was a lousy kisser when she dumped me.
“You a lousy kisser, I don’t believe it!”
Well, that’s what she said,” I replied
“I still don’t believe it,” she said, rolling over so her face was near mine.
“Try me,” she said.
“What?”
“Give me a kiss,” I’ll give you my impartial opinion as a girl.
“This is kind of weird,” I said
“I insist, if you’re a lousy kisser, I’ll tell you.”
I moved closer and said, “OK, but you have to promise to be honest.”
I leaned closer and our lips met, I gave her a brotherly peck and pulled back.
“That’s no good” she fumed, “if you kissed Christine like that, I can see why she dumped you.”
“You’re my sister,” I said, “It’s different.”
“Bullshit,” she replied, “If you want my opinion, then you’re going to have to give me a kiss.”
“OK,” I said, “but this is really weird.”
I leaned toward her and this time when our mouths met we really kissed. I felt her lips part and her tongue slipping into my mouth and I kissed her back with real feeling. The kiss may have lasted thirty seconds or so, but when we broke off, something entirely unexpected had happened to me; I got an erection.
Not only that, but it was the kind of raging boner that boys get when they first kiss a girl, I was grateful for the darkened bedroom as I sat down, eager to hide the embarrassing truth that I had become sexually aroused kissing my sister.
“Well, how did I do?” I asked.
“You could use some work, but you’re definitely in the ball-park, Christine is a retard.”
I sat in the darkness with my hard on thankfully subsiding talking about this and that until we returned again to the subject of our lack of romance.
Sandy lamented being without a boyfriend for so long, then she said, “I guess I’ll just have continue rubbing off and going without.”
I was shocked. Our talks had never gone in that direction before and I wasn’t sure what to say to that.

I mumbled something about being in the same boat, my cheeks flushing.
Sandy leaned over and whispered, “What do you think about?”
“What do you mean what do I think about?” I asked
Lowering her voice even more, she said, “You know, when you’re masturbating.”
“I don’t know, just stuff, you know girls, my old girlfriend, Christine, you know, stuff”
“Do you think about making out with Christine?” she asked.
“Sometimes,” I replied.
Sandy lowered her voice slightly, “Do you imagine doing stuff with her that you guys never really got around to trying?”
“Yeah, how’d you know?”
“Because it’s pretty much the same with me, I think about stuff I wished I’d done or stuff that he wanted to do that I wouldn’t do and wished I had done it.
Then I asked, “What else do you think about?”
She replied, taking her time, “Well sometimes I think about the guys who look at me at the pool.”

“What does that do?” I asked, not really understanding what she meant.
“You’re not a girl, so you might not understand, but when I see some guy looking at me, sometimes it’s very arousing. I’ll think about what that guy would do if he could see me naked and what I’d do if he could watch me.”
The conversation was having a real effect on me as I sat on the floor and I realized that the erection inside my boxers was returning with a vengeance. I was also feeling a curious freedom in this development. I knew that Sandy couldn’t see me.
“I had quite a dream just before I came in here,” I said.
“What was it about?” Sandy asked.
“I can’t really remember,” I said, “but when I woke up I was as hard as a rock.”
I heard a catch in Sandy’s voice as she asked, “Did you jack off?”
“No, I just let it go away.

“I had a dream like that a couple nights ago,” Sandy said
I said nothing and she continued, “I dreamed that I was with my old boyfriend and we were both at his house in his room making out like we used to do, except this time his sister was watching.”
“That sounds like a pretty hot dream, were you dressed or what.”
“It was really nasty. She was just sitting on the couch fully dressed in a skirt and a blouse, watching at first,” Sandy said, “After a while, I looked over and she was squeezing her legs together and rocking back and forth on the couch while I gave her brother a hand job.”

My dick was throbbing as I continued to ask Sandy more and more explicit questions.
“Was he touching your pussy?” I asked.
There was a catch in Sandy’s voice as she replied, “Yes, I felt like such a slut.”
“What happened then?” I asked
I heard Sandy shift on the bed and was unable to resist touching my hard cock which was leaking a little as she replied, “She started to talk to us, she said, “Sandy, you’re such a slut, keep on jacking him off.”
In the darkness, I heard my sister’s uneven breathing as she concluded lamely, “That’s it, then I woke up.”

There were a few moments of silence and then Sandy said, “When I woke up I was so hot, I wanted to finish the dream, I mean, my nipples were tingling and I just felt like I was going to jump out of my skin.”
A few more moments of silence and then she asked, “Does it bother you, I mean talking about my nipples and all?” she asked.
“No,” I said, “I kind of like it.”
“I don’t want you to think I’m weird or anything, but talking about like this is actually making me feel sort of aroused,” she said.
“It is?”
“Yeah, it kind of really is, as a matter of fact my nipples are actually kind of hard right now.”
“They are?”
“Yeah, as a matter of fact, they are.”
I gathered up my courage and said, “I’m kind of glad to hear that, because I’ve gotten kind of hard sitting here myself, I’m glad that I’m not alone.”
In the dark I heard her whisper back, “I can assure you that you aren’t alone.”
I digested that and then I said, “Actually, I’m more than just a little hard, I can’t believe that this is making me so horny.”
I heard her take a breath and then she whispered, To tell the truth, after we finish talking, after you go back to your room, I’m going to have some unfinished business to take care of.”
“I guess I will too.” I replied.
“Rick?”
“Yes”
“How hard is your dick right now?”
I reached down and gingerly felt my cock.
“It’s sticking up and making a tent in my boxers, the tip is leaking and it feels about as hard as it can get, how turned on are you?”
I heard her slide her hand under her covers, there was a moments silence and then she said, “I’m really slippery, my clit is standing up and tingling and my nipples are so hard they hurt.”
“Oh man, that’s really hot, I think my dick just got harder hearing you say that.”
“She said, Wait a second,” I heard her hand slide under the covers again, this time for a longer period and then she said, “My cunt just got wetter too.”
I hesitated for a second and then I said, “If I was alone in my room right now, I’d be jacking off.”
“Me too,” she said and then she asked, “What’s the nastiest thing you’ve ever thought about?”
I hesitated for a moment, and then I said, “Do you remember last summer when you and Susan spent all that time tanning in the backyard?”
I wasn’t sure, but it seemed that Sandy’s voice was a bit uneven when she said, “Yes, we did that almost every day.”
“Well, once you were laying on a towel with the straps to your top off and Susan was rubbing oil on your back, I don’t know why, but I got really excited seeing that.”
“Did you jack off?”
“Um, yes.”
“Did you think about me and Suzy naked?”
“Yes, I imagined that I was rubbing oil on your legs and I slowly worked my way up and you were letting me and Suzy was watching, rubbing oil all over herself and then she came over and started rubbing oil; on my cock.
“Oh, Jeez, that’s hot,” Sandy whispered, “Did you rub lotion on your cock and imagine that we were doing it to you?”
“Yes, I did”

She was silent for a few moments and then she said, “I like it that you were watching us.” I heard her shift in bed again and then she said, “This conversation is really getting to me, I feel like rubbing my clit even though you’re sitting right here”
I said, “Well maybe we should stop talking like this, I mean, we can’t do anything about it.”
“I know,” she said, “but it’s kind of too bad that we can’t help each other out somehow.”
“What could we do?” I asked, “I mean, we’re related.”
Almost as if she hadn’t heard me, she continued, “Talking isn’t doing and this is kind of fun.”
A few more seconds passed and then I asked, “Did you really like being watched?”
“Well, I didn’t know you were watching us at the time, but it’s exciting thinking of you looking at my body.”
Sandy shifted in her bed again and said, “If we keep talking, we’re going to wake Susan up.”

“I guess you’re right” I said, “I’m going to get up and go back to my room, but you’ve got to turn and face the wall when I do.”
“Why?” Sandy asked innocently.
“Because I am so turned on and it’s not fair that you see me like this when I can’t hide it and since you’re covered up I can’t see anything.”
“I’ll make you a deal,” she said, “I’ll pull down the covers so you can see me and we can walk to your room together. You turn on your desk lamp, we both can look at each other as long as we want. I’ll come back here and you can go on to bed and we’ll both know what’s going on in the other room, but we won’t have done anything we’ll really regret.”
I didn’t say anything and she continued, “I mean we aren’t perverts or anything, but there’s no harm in looking and anyway we I’m not naked or anything, but I’ll bet you still like what you see”
“All right,” I said, getting to my feet.
I heard her slide the covers down and she stood up. In the darkness, I could barely make out her shape, but I was close enough to smell the soap in her hair. As we walked toward the door that separated our rooms, she took my hand in hers and that simple act sent waves of excitement coursing through my body.
We passed through the door and she shut it behind her.
“I don’t want the light to wake up Suzy,” she said as she groped toward my desk.
I heard the light click and even though it was a low watt bulb, it seemed very bright. Sandy turned around and faced me.
“Well, what do you think?” she asked.

She was wearing an oversized mans shirt that had been through the wash many, many times. Her cheeks were flushed and I could see her nipples clearly outlined through the material of the shirt. It was unbuttoned far enough for me to be able to see her cleavage. The shirt fell halfway down her legs, which were smooth and slightly tan from the summer.
“Wow” I replied, “You’re really pretty, I can’t understand why your love life is sucking.”
“Doesn’t that hurt?” she giggled, pointing at the tent in my boxers.
“A little,” I admitted.
“Why don’t you get into bed and take your underpants off?” she asked, “I’ll shut off the light when I leave.
I didn’t have to be asked twice. Standing there like that was very exciting, but it was also a little embarrassing in a way and sort of painful. What I didn’t know that as soon as I was in bed and I slid the boxers off, the sheer feeling of freedom would triple my excitement.
My cock sprang free and was standing as rigid as a pole when Sandy knelt by the bed and said, “Do you want to talk some more?”
“If you do”
“Do you want me to turn out the light while we do” she asked.
“OK,” I said, go ahead.
“First, you’ve got to look at me,” she said.
“I am looking at you”
“No,” she said, “I mean like this.

She stood up and unbuttoned her shirt slowly until it was hanging open, exposing part of her soft breasts. She then hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down until they were on the middle of her thighs. With her fingers, she parted her labia and stepped up next to the bed, about a foot away.
As she stood motionless, I could see that she was very wet. Her lips were swollen and red and as I watched a slow drip of clear liquid fell onto the crotch of her panties.
It seemed like forever that she stood there and then she pulled her panties up and re-buttoned her shirt. She turned toward the desk and clicked the lamp off, plunging the room into darkness.
Then she knelt beside the bed again and whispered, “Did you like what you saw.”
I was speechless for a moment and then I said, “Oh yes, you are so beautiful.”
“I’ll bet you’re really feeling nasty now,” She said in an uneven voice, “I know I am.”
“Oh man,” I said I am so horny now I just want to get off.”
“Me too,” she whispered in my ear.
I felt her sweet breath on my cheek as she continued, “Do you know what I’m going to do when I go back in my room?”
“I can guess,” I said.
“I’m going to take off this shirt and my panties and rub my pussy, I’m not even going to pull the covers over me, do you know why?”
“Why,” I gasped

“Because I want Suzy to wake up and see what I’m doing.”
My cock gave a lurch and began to dribble pre come under the covers. Almost with a will of it’s own. My hand gently touched it and slid the head around on the palm of my hand.
Her lips actually touched my ear as she breathed excitedly, “Sometimes we do it in front of each other, Suzy and me.” I heard slippery sounds coming from her and I realized that she was touching herself.
“What are you doing?” I gasped
“Being a slut,” she whispered, I need to stop rubbing my slippery cunt right now and go back in my room and I will in just a second, I just want to talk a little longer.”
I slid my hand up and down my cock slowly, making a discernible wet noise, I didn’t care, I couldn’t help myself.
“You’re doing it too, aren’t you?” she said.
“Just a little,” I said, “we’d better cool it, I’m so horny, I’m liable to do anything.”
“Me too,” she said, removing her hand from her pussy, “See, I’m stopping.”
Releasing my aching member, I asked, “Do you guys really do it in front of each other?”
“We have,” she said, “I woke up one night and she was going at it, you know, rubbing her clit. I went into the bathroom and got myself off. Later we talked about it and agreed that it was really no big deal, so now sometimes we….do what you and I’ve been doing.”
“But you’re both girls,” I said, “doesn’t it seem….weird?”
“Actually, it’s pretty hot, we talk to each other like you and I are…and we show off for each other.”
“How?” I asked

“We play games, model nightclothes, flash each other, sometimes we take a couple of hours before we get around to rubbing off. Sometimes we just lay in bed talking and rubbing. Sometimes we go in the bathroom and watch each other cream.”
“What kind of games do you play,” I asked, my hand returning to my rigid prick. Without consciously being aware of it, I was again gently teasing my cock as we whispered in the night.
“We have this game,” Sandy whispered “called look, but don’t touch where one of us tells the nastiest story we can come up with and the other has to say what she thinks of the story, but we can’t touch ourselves until the one telling the story says” so. For example, I might tell Suzy that she can play with herself while she counts to ten, but when she reaches 10, she has to stop.
In the darkness, the sound of my hand sliding up and down my wet dick could be heard from under the covers, I heard Sandy catch her breath and then she said, “You’re playing with your cock again, aren’t you?”
“I can’t help it, thinking about you and Suzy.”
Sandy whispered, “Why don’t you do it while you count to 10 and then I’ll take a turn.”
“Oh yes,” I whispered back and started counting, my hand moving freely faster and faster. It was beating a rhythm on the blanket that covered me. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop at 10, but I felt Sandy’s hand on top of the covers halting my march toward the Promised Land.
“Stop, stop, now it’s my turn” she hissed.
“I’m taking my underpants off, she said. I felt her stand up and her slide them off and then she was kneeling next to me, her face close to mine.
“OK,” she whispered, I’m doing it now” and she started counting as I heard her hand making very slippery sounds.
I could hear her as she gasped out the numbers and when she reached ten she whimpered and said, “I’m so close to creaming all over like a slut.”
She reached under the covers. I felt her soft hand on my rigid cock and I heard her gasp as she resumed masturbating herself.
Across the room, we heard the door open, Sandy’s hand froze on my shaft and then quickly withdrew.

Susan stood framed in the door wearing a pair of boxer shorts and an oversized T-shirt.
“What’re you guys doing?” she asked sleepily.
Sandy was always a quicker thinker than I was, she replied, “Just talking, are you having a hard time sleeping too?”
Susan walked in and sat down next to Sandy and said, “Yeah, what are you guys talking about?”
“Just school and stuff, you know the usual”
“Well, the conversation must have gone downhill since you left the room,” Suzy said quietly.

Sandy stuttered, “I, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Even in the darkened room, I could feel her face flushing.
“Let me spell it out for you,” Suzy said in the same quiet voice, “I woke up just a little while before you came in here, you were talking about looking at each other and how you weren’t perverts. The last thing I heard was you really weren’t going to do anything to each other and you’ve been gone for over a half-hour. What gives?”
“Nothing,” Sandy lied, “I let Rick look at me, I looked at him, then he got into bed and we’ve been talking ever since.”
“Talking about what?” Suzy said in the same deadpan voice.
“You know, stuff.” Sandra said.
“I’ll bet you were talking about sex, Suzy said.
“Well, yes, some,” Sandy replied.
“After so long, I just came over to make sure that talking was all you guys were doing was, I didn’t want things to get out of hand.”
“We were just talking” Sandy said, somewhat sulkily.
“How about you Rick,” Suzy said, “Have you been stricken speechless?”
“No,” I croaked, “It’s like Sandra said, we’ve just been sitting here talking.” My hard on, by now was just a distant memory and I knew that the giant orgasm I had been approaching was going to be a non-event. Despite any games they might play in private, Suzy seemed to mean business.

We sat for a minute or two in the darkness and then Suzy said, “Rick, did you really have fantasies about us sunbathing?”
Sandy cleared her throat and said, “It sounds like you were listening for a little longer that you said.”
“I was,” Suzy said, “It sounded like you guys were both going to be over here screwing like a couple of perverts, I mean the conversation was pretty leading, don’t you think?”
“We weren’t over here screwing,” Sandra said angrily.
“I mean,” Suzy continued, “I can understand talking dirty and even getting turned on. When Rick admitted to masturbating over me, I felt like….well, really aroused.”
“Well, maybe we got a little carried away,” Sandy said, “but we certainly weren’t over here fucking”
“Well, what were you doing?” Suzy said, “The truth this time.”
I cleared my throat and said, “We were masturbating, Sandy let me look at her and we were taking turns masturbating.” Underneath the covers, my long lost boner began to revive itself.
“That’s better,” Suzy said, “Everyone does it once in a while and I guess there’s nothing wrong if you guys want to do it together, but someone should watch to see that things don’t get out of hand.”

Suzy shifted her position slightly and continued, “I mean if Rick is imagining me rubbing oil all over my breasts while I watch him stroke his dick; that’s just hot. It
seems kind of stupid for me to be laying in bed alone rubbing my vagina while I imagine him watching me, don’t you think so?”
Suzy continued, her voice becoming husky, “I think you guys should go on and finish what you started, I’ll just stay to make sure that things don’t get carried away.”
There was an awkward silence, neither Sandy or I knew what to say to her offer, finally Sandy said, “What, you want to supervise us?”
“Sort of,” Suzy replied, “I could tell you each where to sit and how long to do it and make sure that nothing bad happened.”
By now it was becoming apparent that Suzy had entered the room as aroused as we both were, she just wasn’t willing to be honest with herself about her feelings. I was willing to bet that if the lights had been on, I would have seen a flushed and very aroused young woman in front of me pretending to be some kind of sexual lifeguard.
“OK,” Sandy said, “What do you want us to do?”
“First, I want to talk to each of you alone in the bathroom for a minute, so I can make sure you aren’t too aroused to follow instructions and then we can work together to get you both off without Rick sliding his stiff dick anywhere it shouldn’t go.”
Suzy stood up and said, “You first, Sandy.”
They walked into the attached bathroom and shut the door, under the door, I saw the light come on. Under the covers, I gingerly touched my aching boner and wondered if I would ever really get the relief I craved with all my heart. My hand began to move up and down. The light under the door went out. The door opened and Sandra emerged and said, “Go on in, I’ll wait for you two, don’t take too long or I’ll start without you.” As I approached the door Sandra said, “Hey, I really mean that part about starting without you.”
I stepped inside and shut the door. I started to grope for the light when I heard Suzy say, “Leave the light off for just now.

In the darkness, I heard her voice, “Are you naked?”
“I’ve got a T shirt on.”
“Take it off”
I pulled the shirt over my head and as I did, I felt her approach me.
“Do you really think about me when you’re jacking off.”
“Sometimes,” I admitted.
“Have you ever thought about kissing me?”
Before I had a chance to answer, her arms went around my neck and I felt her soft lips on mine. Our mouths opened and we stood kissing in the pitch-blackness. She was standing on tiptoes to reach my mouth and one hand crept down and grasped my hard member
We kissed for a minute or so while she gently touched my bouncing erection, causing indescribable sensations to course through my body. Without thinking, I attempted to slip my hands inside her boxers.
She pushed me away, we were both breathing hard.
“It’s not that I’m not excited,” she said, gasping for breath, “It’s just that someone needs to keep her head while we take care of this situation, look at me.”
She reached over and flipped on the light.
It took me a second to get used to the brightness. As soon as my eyes adjusted and I was able to quit blinking, I looked at her.
She was flushed and still breathing hard, her black hair was dishevelled and her nipples were outlined clearly against the fabric of the tight T-shirt she was wearing. I could smell her extreme arousal in the small, close room.
She took a step closer and looking up at me, she said, “My pussy is just as wet and swollen as Sandra’s.” I reached toward her and she blocked my hand, “No, you don’t have to check it for yourself, you’ll have to take my word.”
She stepped back, “The main difference between Sandy and me is that I have self discipline.”

Absentmindedly she bounced my aching cock in her hand as she continued, “We’re going to go out there and Sandy is going to come like a slut right in front of both of us. I have no doubt that you will squirt all over her while she’s doing it. You won’t care who’s watching, you’ll just do it.”
Her bouncing was causing tingles to move over my entire body and I reflected that if she didn’t stop pretty soon I would be squirting in her hand right here in the bathroom. I gritted my teeth and willed myself not to squirt as she continued, “The difference between me and you two is that I have self discipline. I would never consider coming like a common slut just because my slippery cunt is throbbing. Let it drip, I’m not a slave to my passion. When you get out there I’m going to show you how a nice girl behaves when her clitoris is throbbing and sticking out of her cunt like mine is right now. You can be sure that I will take my aching pussy back to my own bed and cream in private after you two have done what you have to.”
She stopped bouncing my dick in her hand and turned the light back off. In the darkness, I heard her voice again, “We’d better get out there, If I know Sandy, she’s already acting like a slut.”

She opened the door and we both walked out.
The desk lamp was on and Sandy was lying in the bed covered up. Her knees were raised, her eyes were closed and from beneath the slightly moving covers, came the unmistakable sound of a slippery pussy meeting an urgent hand.
Susan made it to the bed in three strides. She pulled the covers off of Sandy who was pinching one nipple as she rubbed herself. She didn’t even stop, instead she whimpered, “Please, let me finish, I’m so close.”
Susan reached down and pulled Sandy’s hand from her cunt. Looking at me, she said, “See what I mean, she doesn’t care, she just wants to cream, no matter who’s watching.”
“Both of you, sit on the side of the bed” Susan ordered.
Slowly Sandy swung her legs over sat on the side of my bed, I sat down beside her. I realized that she was naked, like me. The only person in the room who was wearing anything was Suzy.
I sat beside Sandy, my hard cock sticking out and dripping clear pre sperm on my leg as we listened to Susan lecture us.
“The reason, Sandy turned on the lamp is because she is incapable of self control. She wanted us to come out here and catch her acting like the little slut she is. She wanted to be sure we knew that she was masturbating while we were in the bathroom talking.
Sandy said nothing, but sat with her legs primly together. I imagined her as I had seen her so many times sitting in a blouse and short skirt with her legs in the same modest position. I was realizing that I would never really be able to look at her the same way in the future, when Susan spoke to her again.

“Did you want us to see you masturbating Sandra?”
“Yes,” she said in a low urgent voice, thick with excitement “I can’t help it, I am so horny now, I want you both to see everything.”
“You wanted Rick to see you naked, didn’t you?”
“Oh yes.”
“Did your cunt feel good while you were playing with it Sandra?”
“Oh yes, it felt so good.”
I’ll bet you’d like to play with it some more, wouldn’t you?”
“Please, yes.”
“How about you Rick, want to jack off with Sandy here?”
I nodded
“Both of you can jack off until I tell you to stop.”
I reached down and grasped my slippery dick that had been leaking fluid for some time and began to stroke it. Beside me, Sandy was making little circles in her wet pussy and whimpering. One hand went to a breast and began to cup it. My tempo picked up a little.
Susan stood watching us for a while. A bright red flush crept up her neck and colored her cheeks and I could hear her breathing becoming ragged and uneven.
Susan spoke to Sandy, “So, what are you doing Sandy?”
Sandy replied in a shaking voice, “Playing.”

Susan said, a little sharply, I know you’re playing, but what are you playing with?”
“I’m playing with my cunt, I’m playing with my wet slut cunt, is that what you wanted to hear?” Sandy said, her hand speeding up quite a bit.
“It excites you to talk to us while you’re acting like a slut doesn’t it?” Susan asked her.
“Oh yes, I want to talk about it while Rick jacks his hard cock off beside me, I want to tell Rick that I’ve rubbed off about him before, I’ve imagined him fucking me, I’ve wanted him to look at me. thought about it.wanted, umm to feel so good in front of him.” Her hand moved faster and faster, she looked over at me breathing raggedly, her eyes half closed, watching my hand move faster and faster as we both moved closer to our orgasms.
Susan spoke sharply, “I think you’ve both gone far enough, time for a break,” when we both kept stroking ourselves, she said in a louder voice, “I really mean it you guys, Stop!”
I unwillingly relinquished my grip on my cock. Beside me Sandy kept masturbating, her hand moving faster and faster, her body began to arch foreword as she approached an unmistakable orgasm. She was sobbing now and muttering, “Just a little more, oh please, just a little, don’t make me stop now….”

Sandy stepped over and heartlessly pulled her hand away from her wet and swollen cunt and speaking sharply said, “I said enough!”
Sandy collapsed into a pile of disappointment as Susan spoke. “This is what I’m talking about, being a slut, being a slave to your lust, I wish you could learn from me.”
Susan continued, “When I’m dripping wet and I feel I can’t take another second without acting like a whore, I discipline my pussy and make it do what I want.”
Pulling down her boxers for the first time, she exposed her cunt. Her pubic hair was jet black, like the hair on her head. Even from where I sat with my aching boner jutting out in front of me, I could see her swollen lips and, as a matter of fact, I could see her clit sticking out. She sort of duck walked over to us, keeping her boxers from falling down her legs until she stood in front of us and said, “See how hot and wet watching you two sluts has made my pussy?”
Sandy sat in wretched silence, squeezing her legs together. I could hear her pussy making liquid sounds as her thighs clenched and unclenched. My own cock was so hard it hurt and it stuck out in front of me as rigid as a board. We said nothing.
Susan continued speaking, “When I’m this aroused, I suppose it would be simple to rub myself until I cream like both of you are doing, I mean I know how to rub off. It’s not like I don’t know how to relieve my throbbing cunt.”
I noticed that her voice had taken on a husky tone and she seemed to be relishing saying the dirty words as she displayed herself before us. One hand crept down and parted the swollen lips and a finger began to tease her clit.
As she played with herself, she continued speaking, “I’m not really masturbating myself like you two, I’m just showing you both that I am capable of playing with my own dripping pussy, just like a common slut.”

Her voice began to become unsteady as she continued doing this in front of us, “I have to prove to you that I do think about hard cocks squirting hot come all over me,” the pace of her hand increased, “I think you should know, Rick, that in the privacy of my own bed, I’ve thought about you over here squirting in the air, I’ve pictured you watching me…. um doing this, squirting all over…um in my mouth….all over my tits….oh….oh, no, I can’t…umm do this…if I don’t stop….it feels so nice….having you both watch….makes me feel like showing off….letting you both see me….no, I can’t let this happen.”
She stopped and then she slapped her pussy, hard.
“I will not allow myself to be a slut in front of you”
She slapped it again,
She whimpered and slapped it again
A sob escaped her mouth as she slapped it again
Then a series of light slaps and another whimper.
A hard slap and then she was desperately rubbing herself again, her hand moving almost in a blur. With a choking sob, she pulled her hand away, turned her back to us and inhaled a shuddering breath.

A moment later, she regained her composure and turned to face us. She pulled her boxers up and in a shaking voice said, “I hope you don’t think for a single second that I was going to let myself cream in front of a couple of perverts like you both.”
We said nothing. Sandy was still flexing and unflexing her thighs and my cock was harder than it had ever been in my life. As I watched a drop of pre come emerged from the top and rolled down the shaft, which was already shiny from my extreme excitement.
Susan spoke again. “Rick, there may be some hope for you. At least you had enough self control to stop stroking your dick when I said to, as for Sandy, she’d do anything just to bury her fingers in her cunt, isn’t that right Sandy?”
Sandy looked up at her diminutive sister and nodded.
“Tell us what you’d do for permission to act like a slut again.”
In a pleading voice, Sandy replied “I’d do anything, please let us do it for a while, I promise I won’t cream without permission.”
Susan seemed to consider her statement and then said, “What kind of things would you do?”
“Anything at all, anything you say, please let me, just for a minute.”
“Would you suck Rick’s cock?”
“Oh yes, I will if you want.”
“Would you let Rick fuck you?”
“Oh, yes, fuck me please.”
“Would you lick my cunt?”
“Anything,” Sandra moaned, “As long as I can rub off while I’m doing it.”
Susan turned to me and said, “You see what I mean, no self control whatsoever.”
Turning to Sandy, Susan said, “Go ahead girlfriend, go for it.” She gestured for me to stand with her. I got up and stood next to Susan, her arm went around my waist as we watched Sandra sitting on the bed masturbating, so intent on her own arousal that we both might as well have not been in the room with her.
I noticed that Susan’s other hand had disappeared into her boxers and was making slow circling motions under the material. Taking the hint, I resumed slowly and very gingerly stroking my engorged member. I twined my other hand around her waist.
Susan spoke sharply, “Sandra, it’s time to make good on your promises.”
Sandy looked up at us, one hand still stroking her lust slick pussy, the other cupping a breast, “What promise?” she gasped.
“Get down on your knees and suck Rick’s dick.”
Without hesitation, she got off the bed and knelt before me, still rubbing.
Susan whispered in my ear, her warm breath tickling my neck, “Don’t you dare let her make you come.” I nodded and Sandy’s warm and wet mouth closed over my rigid cock and began sliding up and down, up and down. Sandy groaned as she sucked me and the vibration nearly sent me over the edge. Remembering Susan’s warning, I told her to stop, but she ignored me and started sucking with increased vigour, masturbating as she did.
Susan reached over and pulled her off me by grabbing her hair. Sandy backed away looking surprised.

“Didn’t you hear him tell you to stop Slut girl?” Susan asked
Sandy said nothing, kneeling in front of us her hand busy between her legs.
“Never mind,” Susan said, pulling her boxers off, this time letting them fall to the floor, she gestured at her pussy and Sandy moved over and started to lick her. As Sandy was licking her, she removed her arm from around my waist and peeled off her T-shirt revealing a lovely pair of rounded breasts with the hardest nipples I have ever seen before or since.
As her sister licked her, she took one hand and brushed it lightly across her breasts, she shuddered slightly and then turned her face to look at me.
“OK,” she said, her voice shaking, “There’s one more thing Sandy has to do, you have to promise not to come”

Susan reached down and pulled Sandy’s face out of her pussy and said, “You’re quite the little homo aren’t you Slut Girl?”
Susan gestured to the floor and said, “Well maybe you aren’t really a homo after all, maybe you’re just such a slut, you’ll let anyone do you including your brother and you’ll do anyone including your sister, stop playing with your cunt right now!”
“Oh, please, no” Sandy groaned I can’t stop now, not again.”
“Suit yourself,” Susan said nonchalantly, “Get on your hands and knees and stick your ass up in the air.
Sandy did as she was told and then Susan turned to me and said, “This is the ultimate test, I want you to stick your dick in her pussy, but you can’t come. That means you can’t move much and you can’t allow her to move either. Wait here for just a second, I’ll be right back.”
With this, she disappeared through the connecting door into their room leaving me to watch Sandy who was balancing on two knees and one hand, the other hand still busily masturbating her wet slit.
Susan remerged a second later saying brightly, here we are.” In her hand was a condom in a packet. “Better not take any chances, she murmured half to herself.
Kneeling in front of me, she looked up and said, I’m going to put this on you, try not to come in my face.
With agonizing slowness she rolled the condom over my cock and then she said, “Put your cock in her now.”

I knelt behind Sandra and slid my aching prick into the warmest and wettest cunt I have ever felt. I could feel Sandy’s fingers still rubbing her clit. Susan did not need to worry about me shooting inside of Sandy. It wasn’t that I wasn’t so excited that almost anything would have brought me off. It was the fact that I had only entered her about halfway when I felt her pussy contract and a gush of liquid spattering down both our legs. I felt her shudder and cry out, “Oh Rick, you’re fucking me, yes, please fuck me.” Her pussy contracted again and another gush of liquid ran down our legs.
I heard Sandy sob, “Oh yes Rick, please keep fucking me, it feels so nice.”
I was almost out of my mind with the urge to join her in coming, but I knew that doing it inside of her would have been so bad on so many levels. I tried to withdraw my cock, but she jammed up against me, her pussy contracting tightly and gushing.
I forcefully pushed her away and withdrew my slippery cock from her vagina. She immediately rolled over onto her back and cried, “Oh you dirty bastard, I can’t believe you did that, you can’t stop me from doing it in front of you both, watch this.” Her hand resumed masturbating at a furious pace as she shuddered again and cried, “Both of you watch this, oh yes, I’m doing it right now and you can’t stop me.” Her entire body stiffened and she rubbed even faster as a stream of liquid squirted into the air falling back across her stomach and breasts.

As I watched, I peeled the condom from my cock. It was dripping pre come again. I turned to look at Susan. She was lightly slapping her pussy and watching intently.
Sandy stiffened again, another stream of liquid arched into the air and spattered back on her skin. This time some landed on her face. She was lifting her pelvis into the air, making the stream soak her almost from head to toe. She cried out again and twisted herself slightly. The stream arched again, this time landing mostly on her face and across her breasts. Her orgasm subsided into shuddering and small squirts of liquid that mostly coated her hands that were still stroking her pussy gamely.
I looked over at Susan who was still slapping her pussy and said, “What now?”
“Come with me,” Susan said, taking my hand, we went back into the girl’s room, leaving Sandy in a puddle of slowly cooling girl cream. Susan and I walked across the bedroom into their bathroom and shut the door. She didn’t turn on the light.
“Did Sandy tell you about us?”
“You mean getting off together?”
“Yes”
Susan warned me “Don’t ever tell Sandy I did this with you, I don’t usually come with her.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“I like being in control of myself, even if I’m doing almost the same thing.”
I replied, “I think I know what you mean, I’ve never been excited so long without coming.”
“Well, relief is at hand,” Susan whispered, she moved closer and then she kissed me. We kissed and this time, she let me slide my fingers in her slippery pussy while she gently touched and explored my cock.
Then she put her hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me away from her. She spoke in a low passionate voice, “It seems like you have the discipline to really enjoy sex,” she said breathlessly. I want you to talk to me while I’m getting off. You can stroke with me, but you’ve got to do what I say and you can’t shoot off until I say so, agreed?”
“OK”
In the silent room, sounds echoed and were amplified. I heard her fingers, rubbing slowly. She said, “You can’t see me now, but I’m brushing my breasts, would you like to touch them while I rub my pussy?”
I stepped up to her and gently cupped her breasts, lightly rubbing the stiff nipples.
“Ahhhh, yes,” she breathed “that’s it be very gentle.” In the darkness I heard her increase the speed of her rubbing a little.
“I like doing this with you,” she whispered, “Did you like watching Sandy?”
“Yes,” I replied, “So many times I thought I was going to shoot hot cream all over her.”
“But you didn’t,” Susan gasped, “You just stood there with your hard cock jutting out, are you touching it now?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Why don’t you slap it?”
I hesitated and then I slapped my cock, hard.
The effect was electrifying; I felt the slap from my head to my toes.
“That’s it,” Susan breathed into the darkness, “discipline that unruly cock.” And then she said “I’ve got to control my nasty thoughts too” and I heard her slap herself.
I slapped my cock again. The sensation was doubled.
“Susan,” I said, “I’m going to have to slap my cock again and again, it wants to shoot come onto your face.”
“Go ahead and slap it” I heard her whisper, “We can’t have hot sperm squirting all over me, I’m a nice girl and I don’t let guy’s, especially my brother, come on my face.” I heard her slap herself again and she whimpered, “I did that because my nasty cunt wants you to cream all over my face”

I slapped my cock again and said to her, “Do you know what else I’m thinking about doing?”
“No,” she was rubbing again, faster this time.
“Asking you to come all over me like Sandy came all over herself.”
I heard a sharp slap as Susan spanked her cunt again and then a series of little slaps. She spoke again, her voice shaking and uneven “When you say stuff like that, you just encourage my nasty pussy.” I heard her rubbing, this time very fast, “Can you imagine a nice girl like me squirting all over you like some slut in heat, I ought to slap your cock myself for even thinking something like that.”
“Go ahead,” I said, “the more I slap it, the dirtier my thoughts seem to get, maybe it’ll help if you do it this time.” I thrust my pelvis forward and braced myself.
“OK,” she said, “But I think you might have to slap my slut cunt for me too, because I’m getting so hot thinking of squirting all over us both”/
Her slap descended in the darkness and made my cock bounce.”
“Did that help,” she asked.
“I’m not sure, maybe you’d better slap it again”
Another slap and then she said, “You’d better discipline my cunt for me, it wants me to tell you to come in my mouth.”
I knelt down, my burning cock leaking all over my leg. I reached out into the darkness.
“I can’t find it.”
“Here, let me help you.”

Her hand gently guided mine to her swollen and leaking pussy. As I brushed against it, she shuddered and a little juice ran onto my hand. I could feel her engorged clit s