This is a story about a teen white girl, that takes on 3 old blackmen. So, if that bothers you, please go read another story.
When the 3 old blackmen got into the car, to go into town that night, they all had just one thing on their minds. Finding a young \ White girl \ that was willing.
They were almost to town, when they saw a young \ really young \ redhead, hitchhiking on the side of the road and pulled the car over.
Since 2 of them were in the frontseat, she had to get into the backseat, with the other one and she did.
It was as she was climbing into the car, that the one in the backseat, saw her little puffy titties pushing against her open halter and almost coming out over the top of it. She saw him looking and a little smile came onto her face because she knew that she had this one wanting her and now all she had to do was to work on the rest.
Shirley wasn\'t a virgin, in fact she was known around town, as a girl that was \ loose or easy and would even \ Take it up the ass, \ if you got her drunk enough and she wasn\'t even 15 years old yet. All of the girls at her school hated her and woulldn\'t talk to her, because all of the boys wanted her and wouldn\'t pay any attention to them. Which made her go for the boys more and more and finally she ran out of boys and was working on the men now because they didn\'t care how much she liked it \ The Cock \ and were perfectly willing to give it to her, whenever she needed it and that was almost all the time now. Shirley liked \ it \ that much.
When they asked her where she was going and she didn\'t have an answer, they knew. They knew that Shirley was horny to and out looking for it, just like they were. As they headed for the old deserted farm house, 3 miles down the road.
When the little short blackman sitting next to her, turned and started kissing her on the mouth, Shirley didn\'t know what to do because she had never been with a blackman before. He kept trying to work his tongue into her little mouth and finally she gave in. Feeling it sliding between her lips as it searched for her little tongue. Finding it and licking on it, as he worked his black hand, up under her little school girl, short plaid skirt. Feeling her mound, with his warm black finger tips.
As soon as she felt him rubbing \ it \ thru her panties, she let out a little whimper and he knew that she was his. Stroking her little mound as he felt her starting to suck on his tongue. Wishing that it was his cock but knowing that that would come later.
He waited for the moisture to start coming thru her panties, before easing them aside and parting her swollen lips, so he could work his black finger up into her and watch as she rode it, letting everybody watch her, all the way to the farm house.
They had brought other white girls and black girls out there before, so they had candles that they could light and watch it as the young girls took them on, especially the white ones. Sometimes all at the same time, if they were lucky. And tonite they felt lucky because they to, had heard about Shirley and just how much she really liked to, \ Take it up the ass.\
As soon as they were inside and had lit the candles, Shirley saw the mattress in the center of the room and knew that \ Tonite, that that\'s where it was going to happen \ and started getting undressed , while all 3 of the old blackmen stood there and watched her.
Watching a white girls getting undressed, was a treat in itself but this was even better because Shirley was a \ Redhead \ and her skin was milky white.
Her halter came off first, as she teased them, by only letting them see her little puffy titties. Caressing them with her little hands, giggling as her little nipples started hardening and she knew, that they wanted to get at them. But she wasn\'t ready yet. As she slipped her sandal\'s off and slowly turned around. Doing a little bump and grind, showing them her pretty rearend, as she slowly slid her little plaid skirt down and stepped out of it.
The black thong panties that she was wearing barely covered her little pussy and I think she liked it that way, as she ran her little finger down in the crease in them, the little crease where her lips came together. Watching the 3 blackmen, as she rubbed and teasted it. Wetting her panties more and more, with her sweet girl juices.
It was the short blackman from the backseat, that joinned her on the mattress and got down in front of her and let her grind her pretty red haired mound, against his mouth and warm tongue. Tasting her sweet juices, as she took ahold of his head and slowly humped his tongue, like she was fucking it, as everybody watched her.
Watching him licking and sucking, yes, sucking on her, was driving the other 2 wild and both of them started taking their clothes off and getting onto the mattress with her, naked, as the first one pulled away.
While he was getting undressed, the tall skinny blackman kneltdown in front of her pretty red haired pussy and whispered, \ Feed me baby \ as he leaned forward and started licking and sucking on it, like the other one had down before him.
While he was licking on her pretty mound, the 3rd blackman came up behind her. Reaching around and putting his big hands, his big black hands on her milky white titties squeezing and rubbing them gently, as he moved his long black cock up against her and started moving it up and down, in the crease of her big ass, as it stuck way out behind her, like it was coming back and looking for it. Which it probably was, concidering that it was Shirley and how much she liked it up in there.
He was grinding his long cock, with its kinky pubic hair up against her white ass and Shirley was grinding her little mound into the face of the blackman, that was kneeling down in front of her. Wetting his mouth and tongue, with her little girl juices.
As soon as the little short blackman was naked, they coaxed Shirley down onto the matress with him and they watched as he first licked her pussy and then turned her over and started licking softly, on her little rosebud. Blowing on it gently, watching as it pushed out and tried to open up, like a little flower.
And that\'s when she lost it and you got to see the real Shirley, as her pretty white ass started to bump and grind,like it was being fucked reaching up for his warm tongue, as she tried to get him, to put it in her. Begging him to \ french kiss it \ but he wouldn\'t.
The whole time he was licking on her little asshole, he kept asking her over and over, \ You want a dick up there, don\'t you baby \ and finally she lost it and whispered, \ Please \ \ Please \ \ Oh Please \ as he climbed up onto her and watched as she reached back and slowly pulled her cheeks apart, showing him her little hairless asshole and begging him, \ DO It \ and he put the head of it against her little star shaped asshole and laid down on her, putting his hand over her mouth and covering her screams, as his long skinny black boner, slid all the way up into her little white ass. He couldn\'t believe that she had taken it \ Taken it all \ and she was only 14 years old. As he laid on top of her, waiting for her to get used to the size of it and not ruin it by trying to fuck her to fast , before her little asshole was ready for it. All at once her heard the little telltale moan, the little moan that a person that\'s about to get fucked, always lets out, when their little asshole finally gives up to the fact, that it\'s going to get fucked and relaxes and lets them do it.
He was moaning, \ Oh fuck \ as he slid his black boner, back and forth in the little white girl. Hearing her little moans, knowing that she was liking it, as he started working it in and out of her, faster and faster. And that\'s when the tall skinny balckman said, \ Now,\ and he rolled over, where she was on top of him now, keeping his long skinny black cock, still going in and out, of her little asshole. Her little white girl asshole. They watched as her little legs spread wide over both of them, showing the whole world her red haired pussy, with the long skinny black boner, going in and out of her, down underneath it.
It was the third blackman that got down between her legs this time and started licking and sucking on her little mound, spreading her swollen outter lips and drinking the little white girls, sweet juices.
Shirley\'s head was swinging from side to side and she started screaming, \ Fuck meee,\ \ Fuck meee \ \ Fuck meee blackman, make me feel it, make me cum \ And the one in her ass, started pounding up into her harder and harder, as the one eating her, climbed up on top of both of them and pushed his long black cock, deep into her little white girls pussy. Fucking her with his long black cock and the long slow strokes of the blackman. Making her \ SQUEAL \ like a little pig getting fucked but knowing that it was a \ White girl, a really young white girl \ as he fucked her harder and harder, like he hadn\'t had a \ Piece of ass,\ in over a year.
Shirley was lost in a world all her own, as her back arched and her little mound started bucking and jerking, squirting its juices, down on the long black cock, as it slid in and out of her wet pussy. And her little asshole started squeezing and pulling on the one up in her ass and the one fucking it moaned and yelled, \ Oh fuck, she\'s a Milker, \ as he felt her little asshole and warm rectum massaging and squeezing on his long black cock, coaxing it, coaxing it to squirt her. And started yelling, \ Get her, get her, she\'s going to cum \ and the tall skinny blackman got down on his knees beside her head and gently turned it towards him, as he fed his long black cock into her open white mouth and her whole body went into convulsions. Arching her back again and feeling it, as first the one up inside of her white ass erupted, and he squirted \ Once \ \Twice \ \ Three times \ up into her little white ass, feeling her little white puffy titties, the whole time he was squirting her.
Just as he was finishing, the blackman in her little red mound, started moaning and the blackman in her mouth started yelling, \ Wait, wait \ but it was to late, as his black ass started quivering and jerking and they knew that he was filling her,with his white blackman\'s cum. Just as you thought that he was finished, his black ass would jerk again and Shirley would let out another moan, as her back would arch and another blackman\'s cock, would pump it\'s blackman\'s cum, up into the white girls pussy. Shirley didn\'t care that they were black, all she cared about was \ The cock \ and the 3 old blackmen were more than glad to give their\'s to her.
All at once the tall skinny one, that was doing her in her mouth, saw her pretty green eyes starting to cross and knew that she was \ Ready \ as he took ahold of her head and whispered, \ Here it comes baby \ and started easing his long skinny boner down into her throat, trying not to gag her, as he eased it all the way down in and felt her little throat muscles starting to massage it, as he told her to swallow and she did again and again and again, until he moaned real loud and she started humming and he lost it and started cuming, squirting his blackman\'s cum, straight down into her little belly, her little white girls belly, where the cum of a blackman, had never been before.
When they were finally finished with her, the three of them got dressed, while she was still laying there on the mattress, with her little girl legs spread and the cum of the short blackman, still oozing out of her little lovehole and the cum of the 3rd one, still oozing out of her little swollen asshole. The cum of the tall skinny one, was long gone down into her little belly, as they left her there on the mattress, with her little head still swinging from side to side, still whimpering and moaning, from the fucking that she had just gotten. From the 3 old blackmen that had gone out looking for a piece of \ White ass \ and had found more than just that, when they had found \ Shirley.\ The little red headed white girl, that liked to \ Take it up the ass \ and then some.
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Saturday, January 31, 2009
Life of jason
My story, (all rights reserved by copy write)Chapter one & two of 23
A couple of years ago My best friend Bob and I sat down after a few beers and related to each other what our lives had been like. While completely different yet in some respects quite similar. This is my story as I related it to Bob.
The story you are about to hear is true, only the names and some of the places have been changed to protect the individuals written about. The words used are written so that you can get an idea of my thoughts at the age I was at that time of my life.CHAPTER ONEMy father, mother, and Sister Tina lived in a small two-bedroom house in Venice, California. Tina and I had slept in the same bed since I was four because the house was very small. When I was about seven years old I woke up with my sister sucking on my pee-pee. Tina is three years older than me. My pee-pee was stiff because I had to pee and, I said, Tina, what are you doing. She said she was playing momma. When you were about two years old I saw Mom giving you a bath. She didnt see me and after she dried you off and put powder on you she bent down and sucked on your pee-pee. She did that to you every time she bathed you until you and I started bathing together when you were three. This morning I saw your pee-pee standing straight up, so I thought I would see what it was like. I said it felt good and you can do it anytime. She didnt think it was such a big deal; however I would catch her doing it now and then over the next year. I always pretended to be asleep.In my eighth year I woke up one morning early and Tina instead of sucking my pee-pee was sitting on it. I said now what are you doing? She said last night when I got up to go to the bathroom I heard a kind of moaning coming from Mom & Dads bedroom. I opened their door and momma was sitting on top of Daddy. She was moving up and down on Daddies pee-pee and making this funning moaning sound. His pee-pee was much bigger than yours. I was only about four inches at that time. She said she wanted to see what it was like to do what Momma was doing, so thats what Im doing. She asked, Do you like it, as she continued to rise up and down on me. I said, Yes, it feels real good and she said it felt good to her too. After that whenever my pee-pee got stiff she would sit on it and, sometimes she would suck on it first. The only thing was I only got stiff when I had to pee in the morning. We did it two or three times a week, whenever Tina would wake up before I peed. One morning about eight months later I woke up with Tina sitting on me, but this time she had her knees up close to her chest and was pushing down on me real hard. Suddenly we heard kind of a pop and my pee-pee went into what she called her warming pouch about another inch. She said Oh that hurt. She just sat there on me for about a minuet or so, and then she continued to rise up and down on my pee-pee. It felt even better because there was more of me inside her pouch. I told her I had to really go pee. When I got up we saw some blood on the sheet and between her legs. We got real scared because we thought we had done something wrong. We hid the sheets until we could wash them after school. Tina went into the bathroom and washed herself off, it was later that we learned that she had broken her maidenhead because she was a virgin. We played Mommy and Daddy almost every day. One morning Tina started sucking my pee-pee after I had already been to the bathroom. I was quite surprised when it got stiff from just her sucking. After that I would let Tina do it whenever she wanted to. It seemed like she wanted to all the time.About a year later I was invited over to my best friend Bobs house. We had been best friends since I was about six years old. He lived on the next block. That Friday his folks asked me if I would like to stay over the weekend and then go with them to the rodeo. I said I sure would. Late that night I woke up and Bob was kind of bent over with his butt facing me, we slept in the same bed together. My pee-pee was stiff because I had to pee and was pressed up against his butt hole. Bob was kind of pressing his butt hole at my pee-pee. Just then Bob got up and went into the bathroom and came right back. He got in the same position and pushed back at me. He must have put some kind of oil on his butt because my pee-pee went right inside him. I began to push in and out of his butt hole. After a while he turned me around so that my butt was facing him. I felt him rub something on my butt hole. Then he took his pee-pee and slid it inside my butt. It hurt at first because Bobs pee-pee was bigger around than I was. Then it began to feel good as he pushed in and out of me. I suddenly felt a warm liquid go into my butt and Bob let out a low moan. We took turns doing that to each other all night and each time Bobs pee-pee would squirt that liquid up my butt. It felt kind of nice but Bob always made me stop after I had been doing him for ten or fifteen minuets. I would stay hard but never squirted anything into his butt hole. We must have done it five or six times each until his Mom called us to come to breakfast. I stayed over the following night and we started doing it again but this time I felt something different and I got this strange feeling between my legs and then my pee-pee squirted some of that same kind of stuff into Bobs butt. Boy did it feel good. We took turns doing it to each other most of the night. The next morning we both felt real guilty and were afraid we might be queer, so we swore we would never do it again and we never did. I had to admit it did feel good.After that night at Bobs I seemed was able to get stiff without having to pee. Late one night I got up to go to the bathroom and I heard some funny noises coming from Mom and Dads bedroom, so I quietly opened their door like Tina did before. I saw Mom lying on the bed without her nightgown and dad had his head between her legs. He was kissing her and running his tongue into her warming pouch. Mom was moaning and groaning something awful. I backed out and closed the door and hurried to the bathroom. When I got there I noticed that my pee-pee was real stiff and when I tried to pee I couldnt. I had to but it wouldnt come out. Finally when it softened a little I was able to go. A couple of days later I woke up and went to the bathroom. When I came back to bed Tina was laying there with her nightgown pulled up to her knees. I started thinking about what I had seen the other night so I lifted Tinas gown above her waist and slowly spread her legs apart. I kneeled down and looked at Tinas warming pouch; I could see she was growing hair all around it. I began to kiss her just like I saw Dad doing. I noticed that when I ran my tongue over the top of her pouch just above the hole she would twitch or moan. The more I licked that spot the louder she groaned. I put my tongue into that hole and licked the inside of her pouch. Tina let out a low moan and I felt something warm run over my lips and chin and Tina woke up saying, What are you doing? I told her what I had seen Mom and Dad doing and said I was just doing what Dad did. Did you like it I asked. She said she had never experienced anything like that, and yes, she really loved it. We began to take turns. If I woke up first I would kiss and lick Tinas pouch until she woke up and if she woke up first she would suck me and get on top of me. One morning when Tina was sucking my pee-pee I felt that funny feeling in my stomach like when I was at Bobs and my pee-pee squirted that liquid into Tinas mouth, she choked a little but swallowed it and then gave me a big smile. Her lips were so warm and wet and I wanted her to do it again. A few weeks later I woke first and started to kiss her between the legs when I saw she had this pad between her legs with straps to hold it in place. There was blood on the pad. I shook Tina and said she was bleeding again between the legs and asked, what happened, did I hurt you? No she said and smiled. She said Mom told her that when a young girl got to a certain age, she would begin to have what she called a period, and that it would happen every twenty eight days or so. It was a sign that she was growing up. Soon after she started her period Mom made Dad buy twin beds for Tina and I. She said we were too old to sleep together any more. We continued playing Mom and Dad. In fact we played it almost every day, and I would shoot that wonderful liquid into her warming pouch or her mouth each time we played.CHAPTER TWOJust after I turned thirteen we bought a house in Beverlywood. Dad had gotten a job as a pharmaceutical salesman. He had to travel a lot, and only came home on weekends, usually on Friday and had to leave Sunday or Monday morning. He must have been making a lot of money because the house was four bedrooms with three bathrooms and a pool. Tina got the bedroom with the extra bathroom. I still had to use the one in the hall. With the new arrangements it became a little more difficult for Tina and I to play our special game, but we managed.Our new school was Hamilton High and it was there that we soon learned that what Tina called her warming pouch was really called a vagina, pussy, or cunt and that what we were doing was called fucking. Also when I kissed Tinas vagina it was called eating pussy and that spot on top of her vagina that made Tina go kind of crazy was called a clitoris or clit. When she would suck on my dick it was giving head or a blowjob, and when we did each other at the same time they called it sixty-nine. Tina also started taking a pill she said was for birth control. Tina & I fucked and ate each other almost every day. Her pussy was so beautiful with her pink lips and she had gotten a full bush around it. I loved to eat her pussy. Her belly would quiver and contract before she came.Even though we moved Bob and I remained friends. He went to Venice High and when Hamilton played Venice in any sport we always sat together. We use to go to the movies every Friday or Sunday night. During the summer we either went to the beach or he would come over and we would swim in the pool. One Summer Bob and I went to the Venice pier and spend the day at the old Fun House, afterwards when it got dark we went to where a hole in the concrete led down to the pilings below and we would sit on a crossbeam. There was a lattice fence that ran from one side of the pier to the other, with an opening in the middle. Between where we sat and the fence was a whole bunch of blankets on the sand. Must have been twenty-five or more. In between each two blankets was a bowl of water. There was a girl for every two blankets. The service men were lined up clear back to the boardwalk. I think there were over a hundred men in that line, mostly Navy guys. Those girls would fuck one and then clean their pussy with the water, and change over to the next blanket and fuck that guy. Each of those gals must have fucked
twenty guys each in about four hours. Some would fuck like rabbits, some doggy fashion and some slow and easy. Some of the guys had dicks from three inches to what looked like a foot. Some had dicks as thin as my middle finger, and others as big as my wrist. What a Sight. We would always get hell when we got home for not calling and letting Bobs Mom and Dad know we were going to be late. Sometimes we went to the Ocean Park pier instead and sneaked into the haunted house that had a series of passageways leading to different rooms. We would get up on a ledge running along the passage and when girls would come walking by we would reach down and grab a tit. It was so dark the girls couldnt tell where we were. One summer we met a couple of girls in one of the open rooms and started fooling around with them. This gal I was with named Sally, was a little older than me and wasnt shy at all, she grabbed my cock and started rubbing it saying Oh my, such a big cock for such a young boy. There were to many people in the room so I took her back to one of the ledges. She gave me a great blowjob. I came in her mouth and she gagged and spit it out. She then got on top of me and sat down on my cock. I had to put a lot of spit on her pussy before I could slide almost all of it inside her. She liked to never let me go. She must have fucked me for at least half & hour. I came inside her and she said OH shit and stopped fucking me. She jumped up and said, I got to go clean out real quick. Bob said the girl he was with was named Fern and that he got her phone number and address where they were staying for the summer. He said he had a hell of a time getting inside. She had only fucked once before and it was with her cousin who was a lot smaller. He said it took about five minuets before he was able to get his dick in. The girls were sisters from Detroit and were visiting their grand parents. Bob and I fucked then both all that summer. We would switch partners and get them to eat each other. It gave me such a hard on watching them eating each others pussy. I would get one to eat her sister and I would then fuck her at the same time. If it were Sally I was fucking, Fern would finger her sister in the ass as she let Sally eat her pussy. Fern would stick her tongue into her sisters ass as she also ate her pussy. Fern loved me to fuck her sister in the ass as she licked her sisters pussy. I loved our foursome. When Fern ate Sally I would slip my cock into Ferns pussy and fuck her long and slow while Sally would be sucking Bobs cock. However what really intrigued me about Sally was she had three tits. Two nice sized ones and a small one in the center of her chest about the size of a large golf ball. It was perfectly formed and when you sucked on it the nipples of the other two would pop out. One afternoon Bob and I spent about an hour sucking on those tits. Sally got so hot she begged us to fuck her, but we just kept sucking. Fern got real turned on and she went down on her sister and began kissing and sucking Sallys wet pussy, Bob started fucking Fern from behind, and Sally pushed me away from her tits and put my cock into her mouth sucking it as if she was afraid it would go away. After about fifteen minuets or so I swear we all came at once. Bob shoved his cock into Fern right to the hilt and I could tell by the expression on his face he was shooting his load into her. Fern let out a moan and I could tell she was cuming too, and at the same moment Sally came all over Ferns face and Fern began licking and sucking that pussy like crazy. I let lose a load into Sally mouth and pushed clear to the edge of her throat She started to gag but my sperm shot down her throat and she swallowed all of it. We were completely exhausted. Fern wrote Bob later that she had gotten pregnant, and since she didnt know which oneof us was the father she had gotten an abortion. It scared the hell out of us and was a real wake up call. After that if the girl didnt take birth control pills I made sure I used a condom.(continued)
A couple of years ago My best friend Bob and I sat down after a few beers and related to each other what our lives had been like. While completely different yet in some respects quite similar. This is my story as I related it to Bob.
The story you are about to hear is true, only the names and some of the places have been changed to protect the individuals written about. The words used are written so that you can get an idea of my thoughts at the age I was at that time of my life.CHAPTER ONEMy father, mother, and Sister Tina lived in a small two-bedroom house in Venice, California. Tina and I had slept in the same bed since I was four because the house was very small. When I was about seven years old I woke up with my sister sucking on my pee-pee. Tina is three years older than me. My pee-pee was stiff because I had to pee and, I said, Tina, what are you doing. She said she was playing momma. When you were about two years old I saw Mom giving you a bath. She didnt see me and after she dried you off and put powder on you she bent down and sucked on your pee-pee. She did that to you every time she bathed you until you and I started bathing together when you were three. This morning I saw your pee-pee standing straight up, so I thought I would see what it was like. I said it felt good and you can do it anytime. She didnt think it was such a big deal; however I would catch her doing it now and then over the next year. I always pretended to be asleep.In my eighth year I woke up one morning early and Tina instead of sucking my pee-pee was sitting on it. I said now what are you doing? She said last night when I got up to go to the bathroom I heard a kind of moaning coming from Mom & Dads bedroom. I opened their door and momma was sitting on top of Daddy. She was moving up and down on Daddies pee-pee and making this funning moaning sound. His pee-pee was much bigger than yours. I was only about four inches at that time. She said she wanted to see what it was like to do what Momma was doing, so thats what Im doing. She asked, Do you like it, as she continued to rise up and down on me. I said, Yes, it feels real good and she said it felt good to her too. After that whenever my pee-pee got stiff she would sit on it and, sometimes she would suck on it first. The only thing was I only got stiff when I had to pee in the morning. We did it two or three times a week, whenever Tina would wake up before I peed. One morning about eight months later I woke up with Tina sitting on me, but this time she had her knees up close to her chest and was pushing down on me real hard. Suddenly we heard kind of a pop and my pee-pee went into what she called her warming pouch about another inch. She said Oh that hurt. She just sat there on me for about a minuet or so, and then she continued to rise up and down on my pee-pee. It felt even better because there was more of me inside her pouch. I told her I had to really go pee. When I got up we saw some blood on the sheet and between her legs. We got real scared because we thought we had done something wrong. We hid the sheets until we could wash them after school. Tina went into the bathroom and washed herself off, it was later that we learned that she had broken her maidenhead because she was a virgin. We played Mommy and Daddy almost every day. One morning Tina started sucking my pee-pee after I had already been to the bathroom. I was quite surprised when it got stiff from just her sucking. After that I would let Tina do it whenever she wanted to. It seemed like she wanted to all the time.About a year later I was invited over to my best friend Bobs house. We had been best friends since I was about six years old. He lived on the next block. That Friday his folks asked me if I would like to stay over the weekend and then go with them to the rodeo. I said I sure would. Late that night I woke up and Bob was kind of bent over with his butt facing me, we slept in the same bed together. My pee-pee was stiff because I had to pee and was pressed up against his butt hole. Bob was kind of pressing his butt hole at my pee-pee. Just then Bob got up and went into the bathroom and came right back. He got in the same position and pushed back at me. He must have put some kind of oil on his butt because my pee-pee went right inside him. I began to push in and out of his butt hole. After a while he turned me around so that my butt was facing him. I felt him rub something on my butt hole. Then he took his pee-pee and slid it inside my butt. It hurt at first because Bobs pee-pee was bigger around than I was. Then it began to feel good as he pushed in and out of me. I suddenly felt a warm liquid go into my butt and Bob let out a low moan. We took turns doing that to each other all night and each time Bobs pee-pee would squirt that liquid up my butt. It felt kind of nice but Bob always made me stop after I had been doing him for ten or fifteen minuets. I would stay hard but never squirted anything into his butt hole. We must have done it five or six times each until his Mom called us to come to breakfast. I stayed over the following night and we started doing it again but this time I felt something different and I got this strange feeling between my legs and then my pee-pee squirted some of that same kind of stuff into Bobs butt. Boy did it feel good. We took turns doing it to each other most of the night. The next morning we both felt real guilty and were afraid we might be queer, so we swore we would never do it again and we never did. I had to admit it did feel good.After that night at Bobs I seemed was able to get stiff without having to pee. Late one night I got up to go to the bathroom and I heard some funny noises coming from Mom and Dads bedroom, so I quietly opened their door like Tina did before. I saw Mom lying on the bed without her nightgown and dad had his head between her legs. He was kissing her and running his tongue into her warming pouch. Mom was moaning and groaning something awful. I backed out and closed the door and hurried to the bathroom. When I got there I noticed that my pee-pee was real stiff and when I tried to pee I couldnt. I had to but it wouldnt come out. Finally when it softened a little I was able to go. A couple of days later I woke up and went to the bathroom. When I came back to bed Tina was laying there with her nightgown pulled up to her knees. I started thinking about what I had seen the other night so I lifted Tinas gown above her waist and slowly spread her legs apart. I kneeled down and looked at Tinas warming pouch; I could see she was growing hair all around it. I began to kiss her just like I saw Dad doing. I noticed that when I ran my tongue over the top of her pouch just above the hole she would twitch or moan. The more I licked that spot the louder she groaned. I put my tongue into that hole and licked the inside of her pouch. Tina let out a low moan and I felt something warm run over my lips and chin and Tina woke up saying, What are you doing? I told her what I had seen Mom and Dad doing and said I was just doing what Dad did. Did you like it I asked. She said she had never experienced anything like that, and yes, she really loved it. We began to take turns. If I woke up first I would kiss and lick Tinas pouch until she woke up and if she woke up first she would suck me and get on top of me. One morning when Tina was sucking my pee-pee I felt that funny feeling in my stomach like when I was at Bobs and my pee-pee squirted that liquid into Tinas mouth, she choked a little but swallowed it and then gave me a big smile. Her lips were so warm and wet and I wanted her to do it again. A few weeks later I woke first and started to kiss her between the legs when I saw she had this pad between her legs with straps to hold it in place. There was blood on the pad. I shook Tina and said she was bleeding again between the legs and asked, what happened, did I hurt you? No she said and smiled. She said Mom told her that when a young girl got to a certain age, she would begin to have what she called a period, and that it would happen every twenty eight days or so. It was a sign that she was growing up. Soon after she started her period Mom made Dad buy twin beds for Tina and I. She said we were too old to sleep together any more. We continued playing Mom and Dad. In fact we played it almost every day, and I would shoot that wonderful liquid into her warming pouch or her mouth each time we played.CHAPTER TWOJust after I turned thirteen we bought a house in Beverlywood. Dad had gotten a job as a pharmaceutical salesman. He had to travel a lot, and only came home on weekends, usually on Friday and had to leave Sunday or Monday morning. He must have been making a lot of money because the house was four bedrooms with three bathrooms and a pool. Tina got the bedroom with the extra bathroom. I still had to use the one in the hall. With the new arrangements it became a little more difficult for Tina and I to play our special game, but we managed.Our new school was Hamilton High and it was there that we soon learned that what Tina called her warming pouch was really called a vagina, pussy, or cunt and that what we were doing was called fucking. Also when I kissed Tinas vagina it was called eating pussy and that spot on top of her vagina that made Tina go kind of crazy was called a clitoris or clit. When she would suck on my dick it was giving head or a blowjob, and when we did each other at the same time they called it sixty-nine. Tina also started taking a pill she said was for birth control. Tina & I fucked and ate each other almost every day. Her pussy was so beautiful with her pink lips and she had gotten a full bush around it. I loved to eat her pussy. Her belly would quiver and contract before she came.Even though we moved Bob and I remained friends. He went to Venice High and when Hamilton played Venice in any sport we always sat together. We use to go to the movies every Friday or Sunday night. During the summer we either went to the beach or he would come over and we would swim in the pool. One Summer Bob and I went to the Venice pier and spend the day at the old Fun House, afterwards when it got dark we went to where a hole in the concrete led down to the pilings below and we would sit on a crossbeam. There was a lattice fence that ran from one side of the pier to the other, with an opening in the middle. Between where we sat and the fence was a whole bunch of blankets on the sand. Must have been twenty-five or more. In between each two blankets was a bowl of water. There was a girl for every two blankets. The service men were lined up clear back to the boardwalk. I think there were over a hundred men in that line, mostly Navy guys. Those girls would fuck one and then clean their pussy with the water, and change over to the next blanket and fuck that guy. Each of those gals must have fucked
twenty guys each in about four hours. Some would fuck like rabbits, some doggy fashion and some slow and easy. Some of the guys had dicks from three inches to what looked like a foot. Some had dicks as thin as my middle finger, and others as big as my wrist. What a Sight. We would always get hell when we got home for not calling and letting Bobs Mom and Dad know we were going to be late. Sometimes we went to the Ocean Park pier instead and sneaked into the haunted house that had a series of passageways leading to different rooms. We would get up on a ledge running along the passage and when girls would come walking by we would reach down and grab a tit. It was so dark the girls couldnt tell where we were. One summer we met a couple of girls in one of the open rooms and started fooling around with them. This gal I was with named Sally, was a little older than me and wasnt shy at all, she grabbed my cock and started rubbing it saying Oh my, such a big cock for such a young boy. There were to many people in the room so I took her back to one of the ledges. She gave me a great blowjob. I came in her mouth and she gagged and spit it out. She then got on top of me and sat down on my cock. I had to put a lot of spit on her pussy before I could slide almost all of it inside her. She liked to never let me go. She must have fucked me for at least half & hour. I came inside her and she said OH shit and stopped fucking me. She jumped up and said, I got to go clean out real quick. Bob said the girl he was with was named Fern and that he got her phone number and address where they were staying for the summer. He said he had a hell of a time getting inside. She had only fucked once before and it was with her cousin who was a lot smaller. He said it took about five minuets before he was able to get his dick in. The girls were sisters from Detroit and were visiting their grand parents. Bob and I fucked then both all that summer. We would switch partners and get them to eat each other. It gave me such a hard on watching them eating each others pussy. I would get one to eat her sister and I would then fuck her at the same time. If it were Sally I was fucking, Fern would finger her sister in the ass as she let Sally eat her pussy. Fern would stick her tongue into her sisters ass as she also ate her pussy. Fern loved me to fuck her sister in the ass as she licked her sisters pussy. I loved our foursome. When Fern ate Sally I would slip my cock into Ferns pussy and fuck her long and slow while Sally would be sucking Bobs cock. However what really intrigued me about Sally was she had three tits. Two nice sized ones and a small one in the center of her chest about the size of a large golf ball. It was perfectly formed and when you sucked on it the nipples of the other two would pop out. One afternoon Bob and I spent about an hour sucking on those tits. Sally got so hot she begged us to fuck her, but we just kept sucking. Fern got real turned on and she went down on her sister and began kissing and sucking Sallys wet pussy, Bob started fucking Fern from behind, and Sally pushed me away from her tits and put my cock into her mouth sucking it as if she was afraid it would go away. After about fifteen minuets or so I swear we all came at once. Bob shoved his cock into Fern right to the hilt and I could tell by the expression on his face he was shooting his load into her. Fern let out a moan and I could tell she was cuming too, and at the same moment Sally came all over Ferns face and Fern began licking and sucking that pussy like crazy. I let lose a load into Sally mouth and pushed clear to the edge of her throat She started to gag but my sperm shot down her throat and she swallowed all of it. We were completely exhausted. Fern wrote Bob later that she had gotten pregnant, and since she didnt know which oneof us was the father she had gotten an abortion. It scared the hell out of us and was a real wake up call. After that if the girl didnt take birth control pills I made sure I used a condom.(continued)
Part 1 of Cassandra Mistress Julia
Cassandra looked over herself in the mirror. She was eighteen going on 40, and was itching to get out of the town she grew up in. Her crowd was small, their horizons smaller. She craved excitement, adventure, and meaning. They craved boys, beer, and good television.
Her parents looked at Cassandra, and wondered what to do about her. She would be going to university soon, but she had not lived her life. Her Mum had an old friend, Julia who Cassandra refered to as Aunt Julia. Cassandra had not seen Julia in years, at least 5, but it was closer to 10. There was an unspoken of event in the past that had intrigued Cassandra for ages. Cassandra\'s Mum, Sarah phoned her old friend. She arranged for Cassandra to stay with her after she had finished her exams that summer. She wanted Cassandra to receive a full education, and Sarah knew that she would only have that in a big city.
Cassandra undressed in front of the mirror, and looked closely at her body. Her breasts were large, larger than most of her friends. The boys noticed them first, before they noticed her warmth or her wit. She looked further down, and although she was thin, she had a voluptuous shape. She climbed into her bed, and dreamed of what she would be doing that summer.
The hell of exams, revision, exams and revision passed quickly enough, and before she knew it, Cassandra was on a train to stay with a woman who had become a complete stranger to her.
Julia met Cassandra of the train. Cassandra recognised Julia at once. Her face was lined, and her hair was now dyed brown, rather than being naturally so, but she still had the same confident smile, and swagger to her walk.
Cassandra introduced herself to her \'Aunt\'. Julia could not believe her eyes:
\'But it can\'t be you. You\'re a woman now, and I remember you as a little girl. But, look, look at you. You\'re a proper heartbreaker now, aren\'t you?\'
She laughed. Her blue eyes sparked brightly, and Cassandra remembered why she liked her as a child, and why she had been so upset when the families had broken up. Julia had moved away from their little town, amid rumour, scandal and recriminations. In a small town, still waters tend to run deep, and the past is hung onto as an alternative to an uncertain future.
Julia and Cassandra climbed into Julia\'s small car, loading up Cassandra\'s suitcases. Julia lived in a secluded wood-shack about a half hour drive from the station. Julia explained her job, and the things that Cassandra could do during the day. There was a local college, where Julia had enrolled Cassandra on a typing and computing course for two weeks, and a painting course for the rest of the holiday. They arrived at the shack just as dusk approached. Julia had a roast in the oven, and the pair dived into a well cooked meal, and the wine flowed as they caught up over the past 10 years.
Cassandra learned that Julia had never had children. The two women were still single, and Cassandra wanted to sample some eroticism while she was away from her parent\'s home. She sometimes heard her parents at it. She knew that if sex lived up to its good press, she would probably scream the whole house down, and wake the neighbourhood.
Cassandra had a quick shower, and went to bed. The following day, she woke up early to go to the college. Her Aunt had been good to her, enrolling her on courses like this. She dressed quickly, and went down to her breakfast. Julia was already in the shower, as Cassandra turned on the radio, as eighties music flooded through the room. The shower room opened, and Julia walked out, with a towel around her head, and nothing else. Cassandra screamed, at this surprising show of public nudity. Julia looked up.
\'Oh, sorry I didn\'t think you\'d be up yet.\' said Julia as a way of apology. \'If you give me five minutes, I will get you to the college in no time.\'
Julia hurried out of the room. Cassandra watched, a blush playing across her face.
Julia drove Cassandra to the college. Cassandra quickly found her room, and sat at the desk with her name on it. The course was full, but completely of older couples. Cassandra knew there would be no chance of romance in this class, until the teacher walked in. He was tall, good-looking, and only 4 years older than Cassandra. He introduced himself as James to the class.
The class went well, and Cassandra learnt a lot during that time. She knew that by doing the course, she would be well prepared for her college course, and later employment. She passed the course with flying colours.
She stayed in contact with James after the course had finished, and they often saw each other in the evenings. The arts class was anything like the Computing class, and she was encouraged to take much more of her work home with her than had been the case before.
One evening, after a drink with some friends, Cassandra took a longer walk through the woods, which were lit by a fire in a clearing, which Cassandra had never seen before. She walked past one of the sheds in her Aunt\'s property, and saw another fire lit inside it. It had burnt down to embers, by now, but Cassandra could still make out the shapes of whips, candles, and a bed, as well as a dungeon, and a large bath, in the large room.
The thought of this, and what it was excited Julia a lot, and she felt her hands exploring where they shouldn\'t have been. She was startled to hear the twit-twooing of a large owl behind her in the woods, which disturbed her reverie. She quickly straightened up her clothes, and left to go back to Julia\'s home.
The clock showed it was 11 but there was no sign of Julia when Cassandra returned. Cassandra decided to wait up for Julia\'s return.
About half an hour past before Julia returned. She was wearing very little, and her skin was streaked, as was her make up.
She looked at Cassandra, and new that some explanations were in order.
\'I\'ll be down in a minute.\' she said quietly as she went upstairs.
Julia quickly got dressed, and knew that her news would disappoint her new friend.
\'Julia\' said Cassandra \'what is that barn on your land for. I walked the long way home, and saw it was lit by a fire.\'
\'Oh, that.\' replied Julia. \'That is my dungeon. You see, I am a BDSM Mistress. That is why you are at college during the day, so I can conduct my business during the day, between 10am and 4pm, and you wouldn\'t be any the wiser for being away. But tonight, one of my best clients, and my master, made a late appointment to see me. I couldn\'t disappoint him. I believe you know him, he teaches at the college, young, good looking guy, called James.\'
The thought of her Aunt, this sexy, vibrant older woman, and James, and kinky sex practises excited Cassandra in ways she never thought were possible.
\'You, you\'re not disappointed in me, are you?\' Asked Julia, slightly worried that she had ruined their relationship.
\'No, not at all.\' replied Cassandra, as she embraced Julia. \'But tell, me is this why you had to leave town years ago?\'
\'Yes. I had a liaison with one of the local Conservative Party, and had to leave, to save them from embarrassment.\'
\'Oh, well now I know. I thought you were meant to be educating me this summer.\' said Cassandra, as she felt a slight moisture forming between her legs.
\'What, you mean sexually? Asked Julia.
\'Well, in any way that you can. I\'ve read about in biology lessons, and seen it done on TV, even heard Mum and Dad at it sometimes, but never actually done it myself.\'
\'Oh, you poor soul\' said Julia. \'Yes, I will start your education tomorrow, if you like, now go to bed.\'
Her parents looked at Cassandra, and wondered what to do about her. She would be going to university soon, but she had not lived her life. Her Mum had an old friend, Julia who Cassandra refered to as Aunt Julia. Cassandra had not seen Julia in years, at least 5, but it was closer to 10. There was an unspoken of event in the past that had intrigued Cassandra for ages. Cassandra\'s Mum, Sarah phoned her old friend. She arranged for Cassandra to stay with her after she had finished her exams that summer. She wanted Cassandra to receive a full education, and Sarah knew that she would only have that in a big city.
Cassandra undressed in front of the mirror, and looked closely at her body. Her breasts were large, larger than most of her friends. The boys noticed them first, before they noticed her warmth or her wit. She looked further down, and although she was thin, she had a voluptuous shape. She climbed into her bed, and dreamed of what she would be doing that summer.
The hell of exams, revision, exams and revision passed quickly enough, and before she knew it, Cassandra was on a train to stay with a woman who had become a complete stranger to her.
Julia met Cassandra of the train. Cassandra recognised Julia at once. Her face was lined, and her hair was now dyed brown, rather than being naturally so, but she still had the same confident smile, and swagger to her walk.
Cassandra introduced herself to her \'Aunt\'. Julia could not believe her eyes:
\'But it can\'t be you. You\'re a woman now, and I remember you as a little girl. But, look, look at you. You\'re a proper heartbreaker now, aren\'t you?\'
She laughed. Her blue eyes sparked brightly, and Cassandra remembered why she liked her as a child, and why she had been so upset when the families had broken up. Julia had moved away from their little town, amid rumour, scandal and recriminations. In a small town, still waters tend to run deep, and the past is hung onto as an alternative to an uncertain future.
Julia and Cassandra climbed into Julia\'s small car, loading up Cassandra\'s suitcases. Julia lived in a secluded wood-shack about a half hour drive from the station. Julia explained her job, and the things that Cassandra could do during the day. There was a local college, where Julia had enrolled Cassandra on a typing and computing course for two weeks, and a painting course for the rest of the holiday. They arrived at the shack just as dusk approached. Julia had a roast in the oven, and the pair dived into a well cooked meal, and the wine flowed as they caught up over the past 10 years.
Cassandra learned that Julia had never had children. The two women were still single, and Cassandra wanted to sample some eroticism while she was away from her parent\'s home. She sometimes heard her parents at it. She knew that if sex lived up to its good press, she would probably scream the whole house down, and wake the neighbourhood.
Cassandra had a quick shower, and went to bed. The following day, she woke up early to go to the college. Her Aunt had been good to her, enrolling her on courses like this. She dressed quickly, and went down to her breakfast. Julia was already in the shower, as Cassandra turned on the radio, as eighties music flooded through the room. The shower room opened, and Julia walked out, with a towel around her head, and nothing else. Cassandra screamed, at this surprising show of public nudity. Julia looked up.
\'Oh, sorry I didn\'t think you\'d be up yet.\' said Julia as a way of apology. \'If you give me five minutes, I will get you to the college in no time.\'
Julia hurried out of the room. Cassandra watched, a blush playing across her face.
Julia drove Cassandra to the college. Cassandra quickly found her room, and sat at the desk with her name on it. The course was full, but completely of older couples. Cassandra knew there would be no chance of romance in this class, until the teacher walked in. He was tall, good-looking, and only 4 years older than Cassandra. He introduced himself as James to the class.
The class went well, and Cassandra learnt a lot during that time. She knew that by doing the course, she would be well prepared for her college course, and later employment. She passed the course with flying colours.
She stayed in contact with James after the course had finished, and they often saw each other in the evenings. The arts class was anything like the Computing class, and she was encouraged to take much more of her work home with her than had been the case before.
One evening, after a drink with some friends, Cassandra took a longer walk through the woods, which were lit by a fire in a clearing, which Cassandra had never seen before. She walked past one of the sheds in her Aunt\'s property, and saw another fire lit inside it. It had burnt down to embers, by now, but Cassandra could still make out the shapes of whips, candles, and a bed, as well as a dungeon, and a large bath, in the large room.
The thought of this, and what it was excited Julia a lot, and she felt her hands exploring where they shouldn\'t have been. She was startled to hear the twit-twooing of a large owl behind her in the woods, which disturbed her reverie. She quickly straightened up her clothes, and left to go back to Julia\'s home.
The clock showed it was 11 but there was no sign of Julia when Cassandra returned. Cassandra decided to wait up for Julia\'s return.
About half an hour past before Julia returned. She was wearing very little, and her skin was streaked, as was her make up.
She looked at Cassandra, and new that some explanations were in order.
\'I\'ll be down in a minute.\' she said quietly as she went upstairs.
Julia quickly got dressed, and knew that her news would disappoint her new friend.
\'Julia\' said Cassandra \'what is that barn on your land for. I walked the long way home, and saw it was lit by a fire.\'
\'Oh, that.\' replied Julia. \'That is my dungeon. You see, I am a BDSM Mistress. That is why you are at college during the day, so I can conduct my business during the day, between 10am and 4pm, and you wouldn\'t be any the wiser for being away. But tonight, one of my best clients, and my master, made a late appointment to see me. I couldn\'t disappoint him. I believe you know him, he teaches at the college, young, good looking guy, called James.\'
The thought of her Aunt, this sexy, vibrant older woman, and James, and kinky sex practises excited Cassandra in ways she never thought were possible.
\'You, you\'re not disappointed in me, are you?\' Asked Julia, slightly worried that she had ruined their relationship.
\'No, not at all.\' replied Cassandra, as she embraced Julia. \'But tell, me is this why you had to leave town years ago?\'
\'Yes. I had a liaison with one of the local Conservative Party, and had to leave, to save them from embarrassment.\'
\'Oh, well now I know. I thought you were meant to be educating me this summer.\' said Cassandra, as she felt a slight moisture forming between her legs.
\'What, you mean sexually? Asked Julia.
\'Well, in any way that you can. I\'ve read about in biology lessons, and seen it done on TV, even heard Mum and Dad at it sometimes, but never actually done it myself.\'
\'Oh, you poor soul\' said Julia. \'Yes, I will start your education tomorrow, if you like, now go to bed.\'
Bengali mother becomes Randi
Hallo friendsToday I am going to post my second story on this website.We live in kolkata in a house on rent. The home rent is very high. My father also has to bear the tuition fee of my college. As an ordinary Clark in a government bank, father sometime have so many financial problem that he can not even pay the rent of house. Our landlord, a 62 year old non-Bengali is generally a modest person. He does not even bother if baba (father) can not pay the home rent on time or making any delay to pay. But in the year 2003 father becomes retired from his job and he found too tough to pay the high home rent. He sent a letter to the land lord that he can not be able to pay the rent for two months but he will pay it later.
But our landlord was not so convinced with this letter. He wants his rent. So one day he came to our home. On that day I was reading in my room. Mukesh kumar (land lord) came at morning to our home. Baba was outside of home to go to the market to buy some vegetables. Maa was busy in cooking. When the door bell rung maa stop cooking and go to open the door. I home maa always wear low priced, old sarees (generally cotton sarees). In home she does even care to put the saree on her body in a careful way. She has worn a white blouse and a cream colored saree. Generally she wears saree 2 or 3 inch below her naval. Actually she has to wear in this fashion as most of the fleshes of her body seem to be gathered at the belly and midriff area of her body. While cooking she has to tuck her pallu in her belly and the belly is visible in a huge quantity. She is sweating. When she went to open the door she didnt even think that some one else may stand at door except baba. So she didnt care her saree to place at right places to cover her blouse covered big boobs and her huge belly. The strap of bra also came out on her shoulder. When she opened the door she was so surprised and unprepared that she has a very few time to gather her saree well at all over her body. The saree was almost falling from her shoulder to bring her boobs visible to mukesh. But she controlled it and put it right on her shoulder.
Mukesh at first give a broad smile to her and asked her kamon aachen boudi? means how are you? Maa also returned him a smile on her face. I come to see that who is on the door. Seeing him I can understand for what reason he has come to our home. He wants his money in any way. Maa then offered him a glass of water. When she was going to keep the glass on the table the disaster happened. This time she can not help her pallu to stay on her shoulder. As she bent in front of mukesh to serve the glass the pallu (aanchol) fell down and my mothers blouse covered huge boobs are visible to mukesh. I see that his eyes became brighten with greed, with grasp. Soon maa keep her saree on right places and tucked it in her belly again. After some time baba came back to home from market. He became also surprised by seeing mukesh in our room. He sat on a chair and ask the reason why he has visited in our home. Mukesh told that for many years he had considered many times the payment of house rent to be late. Now he want all his money right now or otherwise he will throw us out side. Hearing this baba become afraid and keep pleading him to give him some time to gather some amount of money as he really have not a huge amount of money in home with him. But mukesh is not ready then to hear this answer. He repeatedly told baba that he wants his money today. Baba then told him that to give him one day to leave this place as paying money is impossible for him now. Seeing baba in this position mukesh told him that he can give him a chance to gather his money. Baba asked him about it. Mukesh then smiled and shamelessly told that he can waive two months rent if baba allows him to have my mother for one night in bed. Hearing this baba then burst in to fire. He told him to get out of our house. Mukesh them also become angry and ordered him to leave this place immediately or he will appoint some men to throw us out of this house. Baba suddenly get afraid and see at my eyes and in my mothers eyes. Maa then was crying too much. She was not even ready to hear this by her ear. She is so shocked that she ran into inside room and starts crying loudly. Baba asked some time to mukesh and go inside to make maa convinced for this proposal. Baba told her that it is just a matter of one night and then we can live again free of cost fro at least two months. He told her to think about their sons career that means about myself. He told her that if they are wanting to make their son settled in life then they have to agree with this proposal.The main surprise was waiting for me then when I hear that maa told mukesh that she is ready for his dirty proposal and then started crying again. Mukesh give a witted smile and told that he is going now but will come back at 9 p.m. he told maa that he want her for a full 10 hours night. Hearing this maa becomes so afraid that she burst in to crying. I was not able to help her then.
When the two sticks of clock touched 9p.m. mukesh came to our home. We have already finished our dinner. Mukesh told mom to be ready to go to bed and ordered her to prepare a glass of hot milk for him. Maa told baba to sleep on sofa for this night. I can see baba can not even see at her eyes not even in my eyes. He sat on sofa and maa go to the kitchen to prepare milk. Mukesh then ordered her to keep the door open that both of her son and her husband can see the legal rape of their mother and wife respectively.
Maa then has nothing to say as she know that her body is going to be explored by some one else other than her husband. She keeps the glass on the table and stand in front of the bed. Mukesh drink the whole milk. Then he at first takes some time to see my mothers red colored saree covered body. Maa was wearing a green colored blouse. I was so ashamed about the fact that my mother is going to be fucked by someone who is a 62 year old man. Mukesh then stand up and take of his dhoti and kurta. Then he removed his underwear to become full nude. As an old man he has his hairs on body became white colored. Even the hair on the above portion of cock also have some white color in it. But his cock is not small with his age. I am surprised to see that it is about 7 inches long still. Maa became afraid to see a big man naked in front of her. mukesh then told maa to suck his cock. Maa take his order as she has to. She sat on floor on her knees. And held his cok in her hand. Keeping her eyes closed she put the cock inside her mouth and started sucking it for almost 5 to 10 minutes. Mukesh then hold the knot of her hair and untied it to fall upto her waist. It is nice to watch that my 49 year old mother is dancing her head front and back to suck a 62 year old cock. Mukesh was moaning like aaaaaahhhhh ahh aaaiiiihhhhhhaaaaaaah uuuuufffffffffff , samita swettyyyyyyy love my cock randddddiiiiii, teri maaaaaa kiiii ohhhhhh. then after some time he stop moaning as I can see maa is trying to keep that cock out of her mouth but mukesh stronfully held her head from back dont allow her to keep it out side of her mouth. I can assume mukesh is cumming in her mouth like a flood,as some bit of cum came out of the sides of her mouth. After some time he makes free my mother from her cock. Maa almost try to vomit when her mouth is freed from his cock.
But our landlord was not so convinced with this letter. He wants his rent. So one day he came to our home. On that day I was reading in my room. Mukesh kumar (land lord) came at morning to our home. Baba was outside of home to go to the market to buy some vegetables. Maa was busy in cooking. When the door bell rung maa stop cooking and go to open the door. I home maa always wear low priced, old sarees (generally cotton sarees). In home she does even care to put the saree on her body in a careful way. She has worn a white blouse and a cream colored saree. Generally she wears saree 2 or 3 inch below her naval. Actually she has to wear in this fashion as most of the fleshes of her body seem to be gathered at the belly and midriff area of her body. While cooking she has to tuck her pallu in her belly and the belly is visible in a huge quantity. She is sweating. When she went to open the door she didnt even think that some one else may stand at door except baba. So she didnt care her saree to place at right places to cover her blouse covered big boobs and her huge belly. The strap of bra also came out on her shoulder. When she opened the door she was so surprised and unprepared that she has a very few time to gather her saree well at all over her body. The saree was almost falling from her shoulder to bring her boobs visible to mukesh. But she controlled it and put it right on her shoulder.
Mukesh at first give a broad smile to her and asked her kamon aachen boudi? means how are you? Maa also returned him a smile on her face. I come to see that who is on the door. Seeing him I can understand for what reason he has come to our home. He wants his money in any way. Maa then offered him a glass of water. When she was going to keep the glass on the table the disaster happened. This time she can not help her pallu to stay on her shoulder. As she bent in front of mukesh to serve the glass the pallu (aanchol) fell down and my mothers blouse covered huge boobs are visible to mukesh. I see that his eyes became brighten with greed, with grasp. Soon maa keep her saree on right places and tucked it in her belly again. After some time baba came back to home from market. He became also surprised by seeing mukesh in our room. He sat on a chair and ask the reason why he has visited in our home. Mukesh told that for many years he had considered many times the payment of house rent to be late. Now he want all his money right now or otherwise he will throw us out side. Hearing this baba become afraid and keep pleading him to give him some time to gather some amount of money as he really have not a huge amount of money in home with him. But mukesh is not ready then to hear this answer. He repeatedly told baba that he wants his money today. Baba then told him that to give him one day to leave this place as paying money is impossible for him now. Seeing baba in this position mukesh told him that he can give him a chance to gather his money. Baba asked him about it. Mukesh then smiled and shamelessly told that he can waive two months rent if baba allows him to have my mother for one night in bed. Hearing this baba then burst in to fire. He told him to get out of our house. Mukesh them also become angry and ordered him to leave this place immediately or he will appoint some men to throw us out of this house. Baba suddenly get afraid and see at my eyes and in my mothers eyes. Maa then was crying too much. She was not even ready to hear this by her ear. She is so shocked that she ran into inside room and starts crying loudly. Baba asked some time to mukesh and go inside to make maa convinced for this proposal. Baba told her that it is just a matter of one night and then we can live again free of cost fro at least two months. He told her to think about their sons career that means about myself. He told her that if they are wanting to make their son settled in life then they have to agree with this proposal.The main surprise was waiting for me then when I hear that maa told mukesh that she is ready for his dirty proposal and then started crying again. Mukesh give a witted smile and told that he is going now but will come back at 9 p.m. he told maa that he want her for a full 10 hours night. Hearing this maa becomes so afraid that she burst in to crying. I was not able to help her then.
When the two sticks of clock touched 9p.m. mukesh came to our home. We have already finished our dinner. Mukesh told mom to be ready to go to bed and ordered her to prepare a glass of hot milk for him. Maa told baba to sleep on sofa for this night. I can see baba can not even see at her eyes not even in my eyes. He sat on sofa and maa go to the kitchen to prepare milk. Mukesh then ordered her to keep the door open that both of her son and her husband can see the legal rape of their mother and wife respectively.
Maa then has nothing to say as she know that her body is going to be explored by some one else other than her husband. She keeps the glass on the table and stand in front of the bed. Mukesh drink the whole milk. Then he at first takes some time to see my mothers red colored saree covered body. Maa was wearing a green colored blouse. I was so ashamed about the fact that my mother is going to be fucked by someone who is a 62 year old man. Mukesh then stand up and take of his dhoti and kurta. Then he removed his underwear to become full nude. As an old man he has his hairs on body became white colored. Even the hair on the above portion of cock also have some white color in it. But his cock is not small with his age. I am surprised to see that it is about 7 inches long still. Maa became afraid to see a big man naked in front of her. mukesh then told maa to suck his cock. Maa take his order as she has to. She sat on floor on her knees. And held his cok in her hand. Keeping her eyes closed she put the cock inside her mouth and started sucking it for almost 5 to 10 minutes. Mukesh then hold the knot of her hair and untied it to fall upto her waist. It is nice to watch that my 49 year old mother is dancing her head front and back to suck a 62 year old cock. Mukesh was moaning like aaaaaahhhhh ahh aaaiiiihhhhhhaaaaaaah uuuuufffffffffff , samita swettyyyyyyy love my cock randddddiiiiii, teri maaaaaa kiiii ohhhhhh. then after some time he stop moaning as I can see maa is trying to keep that cock out of her mouth but mukesh stronfully held her head from back dont allow her to keep it out side of her mouth. I can assume mukesh is cumming in her mouth like a flood,as some bit of cum came out of the sides of her mouth. After some time he makes free my mother from her cock. Maa almost try to vomit when her mouth is freed from his cock.
Part 1 of 6900 Lovers Lane
We found the perfect house, fully furnished, 3 bedrooms 2 1/2 baths. The master bedroom had mirrored doors on the closet and a large wall mounted mirror above where the bed was. In the \master bath\ there were also a lot of mirrors, tiled throughout the shower walls and the walls in the room. The carpets in the house had 2-inch foam padding underneath which we both considered a necessity since I loved to suck Sean\'s cock with him standing above me. A bathroom joined the other two bedrooms; the only way in or out of that bathroom was through those bedrooms. We decided that the master bedroom would be for when we had fuck buddies over- because it had great sex appeal and we didnt want to fight over it. Sean and I would use the other bedrooms on a regular occasion as our rooms. Our threesome invite code was to leave the little sauna light in our bathroom on when we were fucking someone in the \master bedroom\.
One night I brought someone home from the bar I was working at, I had told Sean about him - he was very open about the idea that he wanted to fuck me, and he wouldnt mind sharing me or watching me with another man at the same time. His name was Brian.
When I came home I told Brian that I just needed to get towels outta the other bathroom and I would be right into the master bathroom, I wanted to shower after working all night. When I went into our bathroom, Sean heard me and snuck in on me and began to tease me with his fingers on my clit, when he realized I was already wet Sean asked if I had company. I told him that I did, acting like he had to stop playing with me, I leaned up to kiss him and walked out of the bathroom quickly, just as I reached the door I flipped the sauna switch and looked over my shoulder and winked at him. \See you in five minutes?\ I asked. Sean was shocked that the first weekend in this house I wanted to let him watch me fuck someone and possibly join in. \Ummm yeah \ He said shocked.
I went into the master bedroom to find Brian sitting on the bed curious as to what I had planned. I told him that Sean was home - but I really thought we should take that shower. Stripping down to the black lace thong and bra Sean bought me for a \house warming\ gift. I made sure he could see my cunt slips spread while I bent over taking off my thigh highs. I wanted him to be hard in that shower . I went in and started the water and slowly took off the thong and bra and said \hey you coming in?\
Sean sat in the living room dieing to come in but wanting to hear me moaning before he did. Brian quickly got undressed and joined me in the shower, I teased him by rubbing up against him with my naked body then licking at his ears chest and mouth, by now Sean had moved into the bedroom and was watching from the bathroom doorframe. Sean watched through the frosted glass shower door, as I moved to my knees in front of Brian, teasing his cock with my tongue, I started to suck his cock full force, making him moan and making Sean begin to undress to join us. I knew Sean was there I could just sense his presence so I asked Brian if he cared if Sean, at some point joined us, then I took his cock in deep into my mouth again, knowing that even if he did care he would say he didnt just because I was sucking his cock so good. Sean moved to just outside the shower door and waited for what seemed like eternity to me, I sucked Brians cock and played with my cunt, then I told him I needed to be fucked so I bent over in front of him and let him slide his thick cock into my cunt.
Thats when Sean came into the shower. When I was bent over and getting fucked. Brians hands were on my shoulders and he was fucking me hard making me scream. \Room for one more?\ Sean asked as he came into the shower.
Mmmmm yes I moaned out and Brian just nodded.
Sean came in and leaned down and kissed me forcefully and then stood up and slid his cock across my lips. \Shes a good little slut isnt she\ Sean said as he opened my mouth with his big hands. Sliding his cock into my mouth. \Mmmmm yes and so tight \ Brian answered watching Sean fuck my mouth; he became more turned on and fucked me faster.
Sean reached back and slapped my ass and told me to be a good whore and make them cum in the shower. I moaned into his cock as they both pounded away at me - I was getting close to Cumming and Sean could tell so he stopped and told Brian \ Shes going to cum, you have to see this shes a squirter\
Sean lifted me up against the wall so my cunt was even with both of their cocks and they began to slide their fingers in and out of my tight cunt, they took turns fucking me with their fingers whoever wasnt at the time was teasing my slit with his tongue.
\Oh my god \ I screamed as I began to throb around Seans fingers, \put your finger in her\ Sean told Brian, and then they both worked my cunt together as I came all over their hands. Brian spoke up and said \ mmmmm I think its our turn to cum, what should we do to her?\ Sean smiled and said, \ I like the way you think. you can fuck her cunt, but lift her up so I can get that tight little asshole.\
Brian lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slid his cock into me. He spread my ass cheeks for Sean. \This should be fun, he mumbled as they both started to pound in and out of me. I was screaming and begging them not to stop as they fucked me fast. Seans hands were on my tits pinching and rubbing. he whispered to me \ tease your cunt lover while we fuck you .cum all over his cock for me I want to watch you be a slut and lick your cunt juice off him\.
Brian was biting my neck and making my whole body shiver. \Mm mmmmm\ I moaned out \it feels so good to get fucked by two men who know how to do it! Sean your cock fills my tight ass so well and Brian your cock is stretching my cunt so good\
I wanted them to cum fast because I wanted to move into the bed soon, so I started to talk like a slut for them both.
\ Bitch Im close Sean whispered in my ear before biting my neck. \Me too \ Brian said as they both thrusted harder. \I want your cum all over my face guys. and I want you to stroke it into my mouth too!\ I begged.
Looking at Brian, Sean said \ Shes got a point - it would be hot to see her try and take two loads of hot sticky cum. So they both pulled out of me and forced me to my knees where they began to stroke their cocks until they came all over my face and in my mouth. Then Sean made me swallow, telling me to get cleaned up while he had a smoke because I was going to be wearing more cum in a few minutes.
One night I brought someone home from the bar I was working at, I had told Sean about him - he was very open about the idea that he wanted to fuck me, and he wouldnt mind sharing me or watching me with another man at the same time. His name was Brian.
When I came home I told Brian that I just needed to get towels outta the other bathroom and I would be right into the master bathroom, I wanted to shower after working all night. When I went into our bathroom, Sean heard me and snuck in on me and began to tease me with his fingers on my clit, when he realized I was already wet Sean asked if I had company. I told him that I did, acting like he had to stop playing with me, I leaned up to kiss him and walked out of the bathroom quickly, just as I reached the door I flipped the sauna switch and looked over my shoulder and winked at him. \See you in five minutes?\ I asked. Sean was shocked that the first weekend in this house I wanted to let him watch me fuck someone and possibly join in. \Ummm yeah \ He said shocked.
I went into the master bedroom to find Brian sitting on the bed curious as to what I had planned. I told him that Sean was home - but I really thought we should take that shower. Stripping down to the black lace thong and bra Sean bought me for a \house warming\ gift. I made sure he could see my cunt slips spread while I bent over taking off my thigh highs. I wanted him to be hard in that shower . I went in and started the water and slowly took off the thong and bra and said \hey you coming in?\
Sean sat in the living room dieing to come in but wanting to hear me moaning before he did. Brian quickly got undressed and joined me in the shower, I teased him by rubbing up against him with my naked body then licking at his ears chest and mouth, by now Sean had moved into the bedroom and was watching from the bathroom doorframe. Sean watched through the frosted glass shower door, as I moved to my knees in front of Brian, teasing his cock with my tongue, I started to suck his cock full force, making him moan and making Sean begin to undress to join us. I knew Sean was there I could just sense his presence so I asked Brian if he cared if Sean, at some point joined us, then I took his cock in deep into my mouth again, knowing that even if he did care he would say he didnt just because I was sucking his cock so good. Sean moved to just outside the shower door and waited for what seemed like eternity to me, I sucked Brians cock and played with my cunt, then I told him I needed to be fucked so I bent over in front of him and let him slide his thick cock into my cunt.
Thats when Sean came into the shower. When I was bent over and getting fucked. Brians hands were on my shoulders and he was fucking me hard making me scream. \Room for one more?\ Sean asked as he came into the shower.
Mmmmm yes I moaned out and Brian just nodded.
Sean came in and leaned down and kissed me forcefully and then stood up and slid his cock across my lips. \Shes a good little slut isnt she\ Sean said as he opened my mouth with his big hands. Sliding his cock into my mouth. \Mmmmm yes and so tight \ Brian answered watching Sean fuck my mouth; he became more turned on and fucked me faster.
Sean reached back and slapped my ass and told me to be a good whore and make them cum in the shower. I moaned into his cock as they both pounded away at me - I was getting close to Cumming and Sean could tell so he stopped and told Brian \ Shes going to cum, you have to see this shes a squirter\
Sean lifted me up against the wall so my cunt was even with both of their cocks and they began to slide their fingers in and out of my tight cunt, they took turns fucking me with their fingers whoever wasnt at the time was teasing my slit with his tongue.
\Oh my god \ I screamed as I began to throb around Seans fingers, \put your finger in her\ Sean told Brian, and then they both worked my cunt together as I came all over their hands. Brian spoke up and said \ mmmmm I think its our turn to cum, what should we do to her?\ Sean smiled and said, \ I like the way you think. you can fuck her cunt, but lift her up so I can get that tight little asshole.\
Brian lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slid his cock into me. He spread my ass cheeks for Sean. \This should be fun, he mumbled as they both started to pound in and out of me. I was screaming and begging them not to stop as they fucked me fast. Seans hands were on my tits pinching and rubbing. he whispered to me \ tease your cunt lover while we fuck you .cum all over his cock for me I want to watch you be a slut and lick your cunt juice off him\.
Brian was biting my neck and making my whole body shiver. \Mm mmmmm\ I moaned out \it feels so good to get fucked by two men who know how to do it! Sean your cock fills my tight ass so well and Brian your cock is stretching my cunt so good\
I wanted them to cum fast because I wanted to move into the bed soon, so I started to talk like a slut for them both.
\ Bitch Im close Sean whispered in my ear before biting my neck. \Me too \ Brian said as they both thrusted harder. \I want your cum all over my face guys. and I want you to stroke it into my mouth too!\ I begged.
Looking at Brian, Sean said \ Shes got a point - it would be hot to see her try and take two loads of hot sticky cum. So they both pulled out of me and forced me to my knees where they began to stroke their cocks until they came all over my face and in my mouth. Then Sean made me swallow, telling me to get cleaned up while he had a smoke because I was going to be wearing more cum in a few minutes.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Narutos curiosity
After the mission stopping a group of thugs near a neighbouring town naruto went to the store to try and take a good look at the porn mags again. Naruto quietly opened the door to the store to find out the owner was in the backroom for a minute. Naruto rushed to the mag rack, but not wanting to get caught he quickly grabbed one, put it under his shirt, and darted out of the store , not even looking at which one he got. He went inside his house and said\ he he finally got one, stupid old man.\ he took it from under his shirt but to his shock there was no women on the cover but instead two guys holding each other. \ what is this!?\ naruto yelled as he opened it only to see a centerfold of a guy getting it up his ass.
Naruto was freaked out to see this and threw the mag at his wall and said \ ugh i cant believe guys would do that , i mean come on its supposed to be a guy and a chick like how me and sakura-chan should be!\ naruto continued to rant on and on about it and picked the mag back up and started to look through it for fire to use as he ranted, but as he went on he started to get a hard on!
Naruto then thought to himself \ I wonder why they arent doing it to chicks, I mean do guys feel better or something?\ Then as Naruto was on that thought he yelled \KAGE BUNSHIN!\ and made a copy of himself. He bent his copy over and pulled its pants down, then naruto took out his dick and spat on it for lubrication, and slowly put it into his clone\'s ass.
The feeling Naruto was getting was incredible. He started to go in and out of his clone\'s ass, as he continued he started to speed up his pace as this feeling was incredible. He started to ram it in with all his worth, his clone\'s ass seemed to squeeze his cock and massage it, naruto then felt he was going to cum soon and yelled\ AHHH!\, and shot his load of hot cum into his clone\'s ass.
Naruto was abit exhausted, but his experimentation was not over yet. Naruto stripped off his clothing and then once again screamed \KAGE BUNSHIN!\ and made 3 more clones. Naruto then got on all fours, he found out why the guy who was dominating liked it, but he still had to find out why the guy taking it liked it. The first clone went up to naruto\'s face and pulled out its cock. Naruto grabbed it and timidly licked at it, the taste of stale piss and sweat was making him horny for more. He began to suck on his clone\'s cock, as he sucked on it he felt the other clone coming up behind him slowly trying to put its cock in his ass.
As it shoved the head of its cock in, naruto let out a cry of pain. His clone saw that he was hurting him, so it waited till he got use to the feeling and put it in deeper, bit by bit until it was all the way to the hilt of its cock in naruto\'s ass. It slowly started to hump naruto\'s ass as naruto started to suck more on his clone\'s cock making sure to not use his teeth, and to use his tongue and not miss a spot on it. His other two clones were masturbateing to this show as naruto explored this new world. Naruto could feel the cock in his mouth and ass starting to spasm, then without a moments notice, his clones shot their cum up his ass, and down his throat.
The taste of the cum tasted abit salty but naruto liked the taste, and the cum oozing in his ass felt warm, and nice as it dripped out of his ass. The other two clones being horny as they were, seeing naruto like this made them want something more than their hand. As naruto was getting ready to get up off the floor the other clones came over. One shoved its cock in his mouth and started fucking it, while the other rammed its cock into naruto\'s ass and started to ram it in and out.
The feeling was great as naruto started moaning to his clones sudden act of aggresiveness. He started to buck his hips against the cock in his ass, while he ajusted to the cock fucking his mouth. Naruto noticed his cock was hard again, he motioned one of his clones to come over. The clone fucking his mouth took it out for a second to let the other clone position itself in front of naruto, as naruto put his cock in its ass.\ God this is better than any woman i bet.\ said naruto. Naruto began sucking on the other clone\'s hot cock again as this feeling of pure ecstasy continued.
Naruto once again felt the cock in his ass spasming as it shot its hot load into his ass, it caused naruto to clench his ass, as he felt his own cock getting ready to shoot its load. Naruto increased the speed in which he was fucking his clone as he shot his warm cum into its ass, as the clone he was sucking, took its cock out of his mouth, and shot its cum on his face. his clone\'s werent done tho, they made naruto kneel in front of him as they jerked off. Naruto seeing this felt like it was torture not being able to do anything except wait. As that thought left his mind they all shot their cum on his face.
As naruto fell on his back, 3 of his clones disappeared while one remained and began to suck his cock. it didnt take long for it to get hard again as naruto\'s clone expertly sucked his cock taking it all into its mouth. Naruto moaned in pleasure as it massaged his cock with its tongue. Naruto grabbed its head and pushed it up and down on his cock as he came in its mouth. Instead of swallowing his cum it went up to naruto and kissed him. Their tongues met mingleing with each other as they swapped cum. Naruto then turned his clone around so they were in a 69 position. He then began to lap at his clone\'s ass, licking up all of his cum. He hungrily ate his cum while at the same time exploring his clone\'s ass with his tongue.
\God how much longer can i hold on to this great feeling\ said naruto as his clone began sucking his cok again.Naruto changed his attention to his clone\'s dick as he began to suck on it. His close started shoving its cock deeper into naruto\'s mouth to the point where naruto was deep throating his clone, but naruto returned the favour as he did the same to his clone. They continued to suck each others cock until eventually they cummed into each other\'s mouth. Naruto swallowed all of his clone\'s cum as it did the same, naruto was fulfilled more than he ever was before when he use to masturbate.
As his clone disappeared, he went to the bathroom and had a shower to wash off all of the cum. When he got out he layed down on his bed and as he drifted to sleep he thought, \Now I can see why the girls like Sasuke so much, he must be like a stallion down there.\
THE END
Naruto was freaked out to see this and threw the mag at his wall and said \ ugh i cant believe guys would do that , i mean come on its supposed to be a guy and a chick like how me and sakura-chan should be!\ naruto continued to rant on and on about it and picked the mag back up and started to look through it for fire to use as he ranted, but as he went on he started to get a hard on!
Naruto then thought to himself \ I wonder why they arent doing it to chicks, I mean do guys feel better or something?\ Then as Naruto was on that thought he yelled \KAGE BUNSHIN!\ and made a copy of himself. He bent his copy over and pulled its pants down, then naruto took out his dick and spat on it for lubrication, and slowly put it into his clone\'s ass.
The feeling Naruto was getting was incredible. He started to go in and out of his clone\'s ass, as he continued he started to speed up his pace as this feeling was incredible. He started to ram it in with all his worth, his clone\'s ass seemed to squeeze his cock and massage it, naruto then felt he was going to cum soon and yelled\ AHHH!\, and shot his load of hot cum into his clone\'s ass.
Naruto was abit exhausted, but his experimentation was not over yet. Naruto stripped off his clothing and then once again screamed \KAGE BUNSHIN!\ and made 3 more clones. Naruto then got on all fours, he found out why the guy who was dominating liked it, but he still had to find out why the guy taking it liked it. The first clone went up to naruto\'s face and pulled out its cock. Naruto grabbed it and timidly licked at it, the taste of stale piss and sweat was making him horny for more. He began to suck on his clone\'s cock, as he sucked on it he felt the other clone coming up behind him slowly trying to put its cock in his ass.
As it shoved the head of its cock in, naruto let out a cry of pain. His clone saw that he was hurting him, so it waited till he got use to the feeling and put it in deeper, bit by bit until it was all the way to the hilt of its cock in naruto\'s ass. It slowly started to hump naruto\'s ass as naruto started to suck more on his clone\'s cock making sure to not use his teeth, and to use his tongue and not miss a spot on it. His other two clones were masturbateing to this show as naruto explored this new world. Naruto could feel the cock in his mouth and ass starting to spasm, then without a moments notice, his clones shot their cum up his ass, and down his throat.
The taste of the cum tasted abit salty but naruto liked the taste, and the cum oozing in his ass felt warm, and nice as it dripped out of his ass. The other two clones being horny as they were, seeing naruto like this made them want something more than their hand. As naruto was getting ready to get up off the floor the other clones came over. One shoved its cock in his mouth and started fucking it, while the other rammed its cock into naruto\'s ass and started to ram it in and out.
The feeling was great as naruto started moaning to his clones sudden act of aggresiveness. He started to buck his hips against the cock in his ass, while he ajusted to the cock fucking his mouth. Naruto noticed his cock was hard again, he motioned one of his clones to come over. The clone fucking his mouth took it out for a second to let the other clone position itself in front of naruto, as naruto put his cock in its ass.\ God this is better than any woman i bet.\ said naruto. Naruto began sucking on the other clone\'s hot cock again as this feeling of pure ecstasy continued.
Naruto once again felt the cock in his ass spasming as it shot its hot load into his ass, it caused naruto to clench his ass, as he felt his own cock getting ready to shoot its load. Naruto increased the speed in which he was fucking his clone as he shot his warm cum into its ass, as the clone he was sucking, took its cock out of his mouth, and shot its cum on his face. his clone\'s werent done tho, they made naruto kneel in front of him as they jerked off. Naruto seeing this felt like it was torture not being able to do anything except wait. As that thought left his mind they all shot their cum on his face.
As naruto fell on his back, 3 of his clones disappeared while one remained and began to suck his cock. it didnt take long for it to get hard again as naruto\'s clone expertly sucked his cock taking it all into its mouth. Naruto moaned in pleasure as it massaged his cock with its tongue. Naruto grabbed its head and pushed it up and down on his cock as he came in its mouth. Instead of swallowing his cum it went up to naruto and kissed him. Their tongues met mingleing with each other as they swapped cum. Naruto then turned his clone around so they were in a 69 position. He then began to lap at his clone\'s ass, licking up all of his cum. He hungrily ate his cum while at the same time exploring his clone\'s ass with his tongue.
\God how much longer can i hold on to this great feeling\ said naruto as his clone began sucking his cok again.Naruto changed his attention to his clone\'s dick as he began to suck on it. His close started shoving its cock deeper into naruto\'s mouth to the point where naruto was deep throating his clone, but naruto returned the favour as he did the same to his clone. They continued to suck each others cock until eventually they cummed into each other\'s mouth. Naruto swallowed all of his clone\'s cum as it did the same, naruto was fulfilled more than he ever was before when he use to masturbate.
As his clone disappeared, he went to the bathroom and had a shower to wash off all of the cum. When he got out he layed down on his bed and as he drifted to sleep he thought, \Now I can see why the girls like Sasuke so much, he must be like a stallion down there.\
THE END
Older boy next door 2
I\'m a firm believer, that we have no more choice over what we are drawn to sexually, than we have over what our taste buds like, when we sit down at the table. PEACE.MILKER
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 don\'t know where Dennis, the older boy that lived nextdoor to me, went for his summer vacation. All I know is that Dennis, in a strange kinda way, had turned me on to boy sex and I\'d liked it. Yes, I\'d played with my little boner, 20 year old boner but that wasn\'t the same, as having another boy playing with it. I\'d even tried to finger fuck myself, with my soapy finger, in the shower, like Dennis had done to me but once again it didn\'t feel the same, so I didn\'t get all that much out of it.
When Dennis final 18 year\'s old, just like Dennis was, so, Tommy didn\'t understand, why Dennis kept wanting to call me and have me come over, so he could play with me. I mean like I was only 19 year\'s old and he was all of 19 year\'s old, why would a 18 year old boy want a 18 year old boy to come over, so he could play with him. It wasn\'t until Dennis took Tommy into the bedroom and told him how he\'d been fucking me, in my little. ass, my little, 19 year old, ass and getting me to suck on him, before he\'d gone away on vacation, that Tommy finally understood and wanted Dennis to invite me over, so he could watch us.
When Dennis told me that he\'d told Tommy about how he\'d been fucking me and getting me to suck on him, I got mad and screamed at him. But that wasn\'t the worst of it because then Dennis told me that Tommy wanted to watch us, while he was doing me in my little, ass, I got so embarrassed that I hung-up the phone, went into our bathroom and started crying.
It took Dennis over a week to call me back again and tell me that he was sorry. Sorry, for telling Tommy about it and what he\'d been doing to me. I didn\'t know whether to believe him or not but what other choice did I have, if I still wanted to be friends with him, so, I said, \ Ok \ and thought the whole thing was over but I was wrong, really wrong.
Because after that, it was his cousin, Tommy, that started coming after me, just like Dennis had and trying to coax me into letting him do it to me, just like Dennis had.
It was Tommy and not Dennis, that called and asked me if I wanted to come over and watch dirty movies with him. I wanted to say \ No \ but instead I heard myself whispering, \ Uh huh \ and before I could take it back, Tommy said, \ Ok, I\'ll be waiting for ya \ and hung-up the phone.
My mind was screaming, \ What are you doing, as I went out the front door and over to Dennis\'s house.
Dennis had already gone somewhere or so I thought, as I knocked on the door and Tommy let me in. Little did I know, that Dennis was hiding up in the spare room, the spare room that was attached to the bedroom, that his Tommy, was now leading me up to.
As soon as Tommy had me up in the bedroom with him, he turned the VCR on and the movie started playing. Dennis had always shown me movie\'s about girl\'s and boy\'s or men and women, having sex together but this one was different. This was about \ Little Boy\'s \ and the \ Older Boy\'s,\ that they were \ Friend\'s,\ with.
I don\'t know how long we\'d been watching the movie, when all of a sudden Tommy just stood-up and started taking his clothes off, not even caring, that I was sitting in the room with him.
If I said that I didn\'t look at his boner, as he slowly pulled his underwear down over it and exposed it to me, I\'d be lying because I did. I was shocked at the length of it because it was at least 2 inches longer than Dennis\'s, was and his was 5 or 5 1/2 inches long, so that made Tommy\'s cock around 7 inches long and I started whimpering because I already knew, what he wanted to do to me, with it.
\ Take your clothes off, Billy, don\'t ya wanna do it?\
I was at a total loss for words, when he\'d said that and couldn\'t even move and he got mad at me.
Yes, I\'d been fucked by Dennis before, many times and I\'d liked it. But this was a stranger, a perfect stranger, that was showing me his cock and wanting me to take my clothes off, for him, so, he could fuck me with it and I didn\'t even know him.
\ Nooo, I can\'t.\
\ Why, you liked it, when Dennis did you back there, didn\'t ya?\
Just hearing him talking about how, Dennis had already fucked me, did something to me and the next thing I knew, I was slowly taking my clothes off and getting up onto the bed, for him.
\ Oh yeah, you\'ve got a nice little boner, look at it, mine used to be that small to, when I was your age and now look at it.\
I didn\'t wanna look at his boner but I couldn\'t help it, I had to look at it, as he grabbed the little vaseline jar, up off of the table and crawled up onto the bed with me. .
I had the weirdest feeling as he handed me the little vaseline jar and said, \ Put some of it on my cock and then spread your plump, little, cheeks for me.
Just as I was about to open the little vaseline jar, like he\'d told me, he said, \ Wait, I gotta pee first, come an watch me.\
I knew what he wanted from me, as he got me to follow him into the bathroom and I hated Dennis even more for it. I hated him more because he\'d told Tommy about how he\'d peed for me and got me to taste it, just before he went on vacation.
Come on Billy, come over here and watch it, it won\'t hurt you.\ Maybe Dennis hadn\'t told him. Maybe all of the fear of him knowing, was coming from my own mind and he didn\'t even know about it, yet.
I don\'t even know how to explain what happened next. All I know is that one minute I was kneeling down, next to the toilet, watching the pale yellow stream, as it shot down into the water and the next thing I knew, he was whispering, \ Stick your tongue out Billy, I wanna pee on it,\
\ Nooo.\
\ Come on Billy, Dennis told me all about it, you don\'t have to be afraid, I won\'t tell on ya, either.\
Total embarrassment is the only way that I can describe it as, I leaned my head over the white toilet, stuck my little tongue out and let him pee on it, just like Dennis had done to me before.
\ Oh fuck.\ \ Oh fuck yes, Dennis was right, you are a Pee-Freak, alright, lick the stream baby, lick it.\
Lick.lick Lick.lick \ Ummm \ Lick.lick
\ Yeahhh, now open your mouth.\
\ Nooo, please don\'t make me do that.\
\ Open it, hurry, I can\'t pee much longer.\
\ But Don\'t get it all over me, okay?\
\ I won\'t, I promise, open it, and let me finish peeing, down inside of it.\
Opening my mouth and letting a perfect stranger, stick his cock in it and pee, is probably the most degrading thing that I\'ve ever done, to this very day. But there I was, kneeling down beside the toilet, in a bathroom and letting some young boy, stick his dick in my mouth and pee and didn\'t even know him.
Gulp.gulp Gulp.gulp Gulp.gulp.gulp \ Ohhh \ Gulp.gulp
As soon as Tommy was finished peeing, he took me back into the bedroom with him and said, \ Get on the bed.\
\ Why didn\'t I say, \ Nooo?\ Why didn\'t I just get dressed and leave him there?\ I don\'t know.
All I know is that as soon as I was back up on the bed with him and had the little, vaseline, jar, in my hand again, he took ahold of his warm boner and whispered, \ I want you to suck on it a little first, Billy, will you do that?\
By now, his clear, sweet, pre-cum, was starting to slowly, ooze, out of the end of it and as it dropped down onto the bedspread, it left a little wet spot, only to be joined by another drop.
Seeing the little wet spots appearing on the bedspread, turned me on and Tommy noticed it and whispered, \ You like that little wet spot, don\'t ya, Billy?\ \ Wanna kiss it?\
I wanted to lie to him and tell him, \ No \ but I couldn\'t. I couldn\'t tell him \ No \ because I had kissed and even licked on wet spots before, mine and Dennis\'s.
\ Go ahead Billy, you can kiss it, I won\'t tell Dennis, I promise.\
I was so embarrassed, as he watched me bend down over it, kiss it and start licking, on it, softly, with my little, pink, tongue.
Just watching me kissing and licking on the wet spot, was to much for Tommy and the next thing I knew, he had me down on the bed and was trying to feed his cock to me and get me to suck on it.
\ Come on you little cocksucker, open your mouth.\
I didn\'t care anymore, I had to have it and what was down in his nut sac and somehow he knew it, as I opened my mouth and he just laid there on the bed and let me suck on it, like I was a baby and sucking on a titty.
Slurp.slurp Slurp.slurp \ Ummm, Ummm.\ Slurp.slurp Slurp.slurp
\ Oh fuck yesss, Dennis was right, you like that cock in your mouth, don\'t ya Billy?\ \ Agghhhhhhh, yeah, that\'s it, suck it Billy, suck it.\
Would I have sucked on it like that, if I\'d known that Dennis was watching me and filming it, through the little keyhole that led to the spare room? I doubt it because just having Tommy, a perfect stranger, laying there and watching me sucking on his warm cock, like that and trying to get it to squirt for me, was so embarrassing me, that I almost had to stop, believe it or not.
Does a girl feel that embarrassed, when she\'s sucking on a boy\'s warm, stiff, cock and she knows that he pee\'s through the little hole that\'s in the end of it? Or does she just accept the fact that that\'s the way that it\'s supposed to be, when your a girl and a boy wants you to suck on it?\ \ You gotta do it, no matter if you want to or not because your a girl.
I don\'t know long Tommy laid there watching me sucking on his long, skinny, boner, before all at once he said, \ Stop,\ pushed me away from it, told me to lay down on my back and I did.
I didn\'t understand what was happening, until he got up onto his hands and knees and started crawling over the top of me. Straddling me with his hands and knees, as he slowly worked his way up to my mouth, with his long, skinny, boner, hanging down underneath him.
\ Nooo, what are you doing?\
\ Open your mouth Billy, I\'m gonna fuck it.\
\ Nooo, I can\'t let you do that.\
\ Why not, your a pussy aren\'t ya?\
\ Am not.\
\ Yes you are.\ \ You like to get fucked up your little ass and suck on a warm cock, don\'t ya?\
\ That\'s not fair.\
\ What\'s not fair?\
\ You calling me names like that.\
\ Why, pussies like to get fucked, don\'t they?\
\ Uh huh.\
\ And your little asshole likes to get fucked, doesn\'t it?\
\ Uh huh.\
\ So, see, it likes to get fucked, so that makes it a pussy, doesn\'t it.\
\ Nooo.\
\ And how about your little mouth, doesn\'t it like to feel a warm cock sliding back and forth in it.?\
\ Yes, but that\'s different.\
\ Why?\
\ I don\'t know, it just is.\
\ No it isn\'t.\ \ It isn\'t any different at all, It likes it, when you get fucked in your mouth, fucked in your mouth by a boy\'s cock, doesn\'t it?\
I didn\'t know what to do, I couldn\'t answer him because he was right. My mouth did like to have a boy put his cock in it and fuck it, I just hadn\'t looked at it that way before because it sounded nasty to me.
\ Come on, open your mouth Billy, we both know you wanna suck on it some more, don\'t we Billy?\
Opening my mouth and letting him lay on top of me, like that and stick his dick in my mouth, was probably the hardest thing that I\'d ever done. But he was right, I did like to get fucked in the mouth, by a boy and now I was no longer ashamed of it, as I opened my mouth and let him start to slide his warm, boner, down in.
\ Oh yeah, that\'s it Billy, Oh fuck yesss.\
Slurp.slurp Slurp.slurp \ Umm \ Slurp.slurp
Having a boy laying on top me and \ Face Fucking \ me like that was so nasty to me, that I can\'t even explain it.
\ Come on Billy, relax your throat and let go down in, there isn\'t that much of it left, I promise.\
I tried to relax, I really did but the feel of his warm boner, sliding back and forth, down in my throat like that, was just to much for me, even though it wasn\'t all the way in, yet.
\ Oh shit, that\'s it, suck it Billy, suck it.\ \ Agghhhhhhhhhh.\
Slurp.slurp Slurp.slurp \ Ummm, Ummm \ Slurp.slurp
All of a sudden Tommy started making funny little noises and the next thing I knew, he had rammed it the rest of the way down into my throat and it was gagging me, as he laid on my face and said, \ Get a close up, get a close up of it, I\'m cuming.\ And that\'s when I saw the shadow moving across the room and the next thing I knew, there was a video camera, pointing towards my head and that\'s when I lost it and started crying.
Neither Tommy or Dennis cared that I was crying and when Tommy\'s boner finally went back down and he slowly eased it back up out of my warm, throat, I gagged on it again, and had to run into the bathroom.
Why did they have to do that to me? Why couldn\'t they have just left well enough alone and been satisfied with having the little boy that lived nextdoor to them, sucking on their warm, cock\'s, whenever they wanted him too? Why did they have to go and ruin it all, by making a movie of it?
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 don\'t know where Dennis, the older boy that lived nextdoor to me, went for his summer vacation. All I know is that Dennis, in a strange kinda way, had turned me on to boy sex and I\'d liked it. Yes, I\'d played with my little boner, 20 year old boner but that wasn\'t the same, as having another boy playing with it. I\'d even tried to finger fuck myself, with my soapy finger, in the shower, like Dennis had done to me but once again it didn\'t feel the same, so I didn\'t get all that much out of it.
When Dennis final 18 year\'s old, just like Dennis was, so, Tommy didn\'t understand, why Dennis kept wanting to call me and have me come over, so he could play with me. I mean like I was only 19 year\'s old and he was all of 19 year\'s old, why would a 18 year old boy want a 18 year old boy to come over, so he could play with him. It wasn\'t until Dennis took Tommy into the bedroom and told him how he\'d been fucking me, in my little. ass, my little, 19 year old, ass and getting me to suck on him, before he\'d gone away on vacation, that Tommy finally understood and wanted Dennis to invite me over, so he could watch us.
When Dennis told me that he\'d told Tommy about how he\'d been fucking me and getting me to suck on him, I got mad and screamed at him. But that wasn\'t the worst of it because then Dennis told me that Tommy wanted to watch us, while he was doing me in my little, ass, I got so embarrassed that I hung-up the phone, went into our bathroom and started crying.
It took Dennis over a week to call me back again and tell me that he was sorry. Sorry, for telling Tommy about it and what he\'d been doing to me. I didn\'t know whether to believe him or not but what other choice did I have, if I still wanted to be friends with him, so, I said, \ Ok \ and thought the whole thing was over but I was wrong, really wrong.
Because after that, it was his cousin, Tommy, that started coming after me, just like Dennis had and trying to coax me into letting him do it to me, just like Dennis had.
It was Tommy and not Dennis, that called and asked me if I wanted to come over and watch dirty movies with him. I wanted to say \ No \ but instead I heard myself whispering, \ Uh huh \ and before I could take it back, Tommy said, \ Ok, I\'ll be waiting for ya \ and hung-up the phone.
My mind was screaming, \ What are you doing, as I went out the front door and over to Dennis\'s house.
Dennis had already gone somewhere or so I thought, as I knocked on the door and Tommy let me in. Little did I know, that Dennis was hiding up in the spare room, the spare room that was attached to the bedroom, that his Tommy, was now leading me up to.
As soon as Tommy had me up in the bedroom with him, he turned the VCR on and the movie started playing. Dennis had always shown me movie\'s about girl\'s and boy\'s or men and women, having sex together but this one was different. This was about \ Little Boy\'s \ and the \ Older Boy\'s,\ that they were \ Friend\'s,\ with.
I don\'t know how long we\'d been watching the movie, when all of a sudden Tommy just stood-up and started taking his clothes off, not even caring, that I was sitting in the room with him.
If I said that I didn\'t look at his boner, as he slowly pulled his underwear down over it and exposed it to me, I\'d be lying because I did. I was shocked at the length of it because it was at least 2 inches longer than Dennis\'s, was and his was 5 or 5 1/2 inches long, so that made Tommy\'s cock around 7 inches long and I started whimpering because I already knew, what he wanted to do to me, with it.
\ Take your clothes off, Billy, don\'t ya wanna do it?\
I was at a total loss for words, when he\'d said that and couldn\'t even move and he got mad at me.
Yes, I\'d been fucked by Dennis before, many times and I\'d liked it. But this was a stranger, a perfect stranger, that was showing me his cock and wanting me to take my clothes off, for him, so, he could fuck me with it and I didn\'t even know him.
\ Nooo, I can\'t.\
\ Why, you liked it, when Dennis did you back there, didn\'t ya?\
Just hearing him talking about how, Dennis had already fucked me, did something to me and the next thing I knew, I was slowly taking my clothes off and getting up onto the bed, for him.
\ Oh yeah, you\'ve got a nice little boner, look at it, mine used to be that small to, when I was your age and now look at it.\
I didn\'t wanna look at his boner but I couldn\'t help it, I had to look at it, as he grabbed the little vaseline jar, up off of the table and crawled up onto the bed with me. .
I had the weirdest feeling as he handed me the little vaseline jar and said, \ Put some of it on my cock and then spread your plump, little, cheeks for me.
Just as I was about to open the little vaseline jar, like he\'d told me, he said, \ Wait, I gotta pee first, come an watch me.\
I knew what he wanted from me, as he got me to follow him into the bathroom and I hated Dennis even more for it. I hated him more because he\'d told Tommy about how he\'d peed for me and got me to taste it, just before he went on vacation.
Come on Billy, come over here and watch it, it won\'t hurt you.\ Maybe Dennis hadn\'t told him. Maybe all of the fear of him knowing, was coming from my own mind and he didn\'t even know about it, yet.
I don\'t even know how to explain what happened next. All I know is that one minute I was kneeling down, next to the toilet, watching the pale yellow stream, as it shot down into the water and the next thing I knew, he was whispering, \ Stick your tongue out Billy, I wanna pee on it,\
\ Nooo.\
\ Come on Billy, Dennis told me all about it, you don\'t have to be afraid, I won\'t tell on ya, either.\
Total embarrassment is the only way that I can describe it as, I leaned my head over the white toilet, stuck my little tongue out and let him pee on it, just like Dennis had done to me before.
\ Oh fuck.\ \ Oh fuck yes, Dennis was right, you are a Pee-Freak, alright, lick the stream baby, lick it.\
Lick.lick Lick.lick \ Ummm \ Lick.lick
\ Yeahhh, now open your mouth.\
\ Nooo, please don\'t make me do that.\
\ Open it, hurry, I can\'t pee much longer.\
\ But Don\'t get it all over me, okay?\
\ I won\'t, I promise, open it, and let me finish peeing, down inside of it.\
Opening my mouth and letting a perfect stranger, stick his cock in it and pee, is probably the most degrading thing that I\'ve ever done, to this very day. But there I was, kneeling down beside the toilet, in a bathroom and letting some young boy, stick his dick in my mouth and pee and didn\'t even know him.
Gulp.gulp Gulp.gulp Gulp.gulp.gulp \ Ohhh \ Gulp.gulp
As soon as Tommy was finished peeing, he took me back into the bedroom with him and said, \ Get on the bed.\
\ Why didn\'t I say, \ Nooo?\ Why didn\'t I just get dressed and leave him there?\ I don\'t know.
All I know is that as soon as I was back up on the bed with him and had the little, vaseline, jar, in my hand again, he took ahold of his warm boner and whispered, \ I want you to suck on it a little first, Billy, will you do that?\
By now, his clear, sweet, pre-cum, was starting to slowly, ooze, out of the end of it and as it dropped down onto the bedspread, it left a little wet spot, only to be joined by another drop.
Seeing the little wet spots appearing on the bedspread, turned me on and Tommy noticed it and whispered, \ You like that little wet spot, don\'t ya, Billy?\ \ Wanna kiss it?\
I wanted to lie to him and tell him, \ No \ but I couldn\'t. I couldn\'t tell him \ No \ because I had kissed and even licked on wet spots before, mine and Dennis\'s.
\ Go ahead Billy, you can kiss it, I won\'t tell Dennis, I promise.\
I was so embarrassed, as he watched me bend down over it, kiss it and start licking, on it, softly, with my little, pink, tongue.
Just watching me kissing and licking on the wet spot, was to much for Tommy and the next thing I knew, he had me down on the bed and was trying to feed his cock to me and get me to suck on it.
\ Come on you little cocksucker, open your mouth.\
I didn\'t care anymore, I had to have it and what was down in his nut sac and somehow he knew it, as I opened my mouth and he just laid there on the bed and let me suck on it, like I was a baby and sucking on a titty.
Slurp.slurp Slurp.slurp \ Ummm, Ummm.\ Slurp.slurp Slurp.slurp
\ Oh fuck yesss, Dennis was right, you like that cock in your mouth, don\'t ya Billy?\ \ Agghhhhhhh, yeah, that\'s it, suck it Billy, suck it.\
Would I have sucked on it like that, if I\'d known that Dennis was watching me and filming it, through the little keyhole that led to the spare room? I doubt it because just having Tommy, a perfect stranger, laying there and watching me sucking on his warm cock, like that and trying to get it to squirt for me, was so embarrassing me, that I almost had to stop, believe it or not.
Does a girl feel that embarrassed, when she\'s sucking on a boy\'s warm, stiff, cock and she knows that he pee\'s through the little hole that\'s in the end of it? Or does she just accept the fact that that\'s the way that it\'s supposed to be, when your a girl and a boy wants you to suck on it?\ \ You gotta do it, no matter if you want to or not because your a girl.
I don\'t know long Tommy laid there watching me sucking on his long, skinny, boner, before all at once he said, \ Stop,\ pushed me away from it, told me to lay down on my back and I did.
I didn\'t understand what was happening, until he got up onto his hands and knees and started crawling over the top of me. Straddling me with his hands and knees, as he slowly worked his way up to my mouth, with his long, skinny, boner, hanging down underneath him.
\ Nooo, what are you doing?\
\ Open your mouth Billy, I\'m gonna fuck it.\
\ Nooo, I can\'t let you do that.\
\ Why not, your a pussy aren\'t ya?\
\ Am not.\
\ Yes you are.\ \ You like to get fucked up your little ass and suck on a warm cock, don\'t ya?\
\ That\'s not fair.\
\ What\'s not fair?\
\ You calling me names like that.\
\ Why, pussies like to get fucked, don\'t they?\
\ Uh huh.\
\ And your little asshole likes to get fucked, doesn\'t it?\
\ Uh huh.\
\ So, see, it likes to get fucked, so that makes it a pussy, doesn\'t it.\
\ Nooo.\
\ And how about your little mouth, doesn\'t it like to feel a warm cock sliding back and forth in it.?\
\ Yes, but that\'s different.\
\ Why?\
\ I don\'t know, it just is.\
\ No it isn\'t.\ \ It isn\'t any different at all, It likes it, when you get fucked in your mouth, fucked in your mouth by a boy\'s cock, doesn\'t it?\
I didn\'t know what to do, I couldn\'t answer him because he was right. My mouth did like to have a boy put his cock in it and fuck it, I just hadn\'t looked at it that way before because it sounded nasty to me.
\ Come on, open your mouth Billy, we both know you wanna suck on it some more, don\'t we Billy?\
Opening my mouth and letting him lay on top of me, like that and stick his dick in my mouth, was probably the hardest thing that I\'d ever done. But he was right, I did like to get fucked in the mouth, by a boy and now I was no longer ashamed of it, as I opened my mouth and let him start to slide his warm, boner, down in.
\ Oh yeah, that\'s it Billy, Oh fuck yesss.\
Slurp.slurp Slurp.slurp \ Umm \ Slurp.slurp
Having a boy laying on top me and \ Face Fucking \ me like that was so nasty to me, that I can\'t even explain it.
\ Come on Billy, relax your throat and let go down in, there isn\'t that much of it left, I promise.\
I tried to relax, I really did but the feel of his warm boner, sliding back and forth, down in my throat like that, was just to much for me, even though it wasn\'t all the way in, yet.
\ Oh shit, that\'s it, suck it Billy, suck it.\ \ Agghhhhhhhhhh.\
Slurp.slurp Slurp.slurp \ Ummm, Ummm \ Slurp.slurp
All of a sudden Tommy started making funny little noises and the next thing I knew, he had rammed it the rest of the way down into my throat and it was gagging me, as he laid on my face and said, \ Get a close up, get a close up of it, I\'m cuming.\ And that\'s when I saw the shadow moving across the room and the next thing I knew, there was a video camera, pointing towards my head and that\'s when I lost it and started crying.
Neither Tommy or Dennis cared that I was crying and when Tommy\'s boner finally went back down and he slowly eased it back up out of my warm, throat, I gagged on it again, and had to run into the bathroom.
Why did they have to do that to me? Why couldn\'t they have just left well enough alone and been satisfied with having the little boy that lived nextdoor to them, sucking on their warm, cock\'s, whenever they wanted him too? Why did they have to go and ruin it all, by making a movie of it?
My Awful Indiscretion
It all started with the story. It was my first erotic story - \'A Welcome Surprise\', you\'ll find it in my index; I had written it during a slow day at work, with a rock-hard lump in my pants and my heart thumping as I wrote of saucy things on company time, quickly ALT-TABing to something that looked like work every time someone walked past. This was a few months before I discovered Literotica, and I wanted an audience - someone to read it, to tell me what they thought, if they found it as arousing as I had.
So I contacted Gwen.
Gwen - ahh yes, good old Gwen. She and I had \'history\'. We had never officially gotten together: she was always dating one of my friends, all through high school, so I never got my chance to have my heart properly broken. She was notorious for picking the young, sweet, innocent, \'never-been-kissed\' blokes - \nerd fucker\ was the unkind term I had (jealously) coined for her, to the nasty amusement of all behind her back. You see, she would unerringly hypnotise and enslave these first-time-in-loves with cooing, murmured entreaties of undying eternal love, but after a few months she would get bored of them and treat them terribly, trying to goad them into getting angry with her and break up with her. But they never would, because she was their first true love, and they would absorb her belittling abuse until she\'d eventually get disgusted with them and dump them herself. She was a nasty bit of gear, that Gwen, now that I reflect on it.
But I had a thing for her, all the same. I couldn\'t help it. She was the girl who I knew I shouldn\'t like, but simply couldn\'t stop thinking about. It was mutual too; we had chemistry, that was the trouble. I didn\'t like her much and I had no respect for her, and because I didn\'t trouble myself to hide it she didn\'t like me much either - but still there was an attraction, mutual and undeniable. She was very easy on the eye, short-and-slight in frame but with breasts that were quite large, and she had a very pretty face; contrary to her personality, her smile could light up a room, and there was little wonder so many of my foolish young friends fell hopelessly arse-over-tit for her. When she smiled at you, she made you feel good about yourself - as though you must be pretty special after all, to earn a smile so beautiful - and that in turn made you think very fondly of her. And there was me, emerging from puberty into a decently strong frame: broad shoulders, strong bike-riding legs and a shapely rump that earned me praise and accolades (or so I liked to think - forgive me my vanity, if you will); she liked what she saw in me too, and there were times when our hostile facades would drop and we made our mutual attraction known.
The clincher was our eyes. We have the same colour eyes, an unusual sort of hazel: a verdant green about the iris, merging into a bright highlight-flecked brown, and with a ring of blue-grey at the outer edge. Because of this eerie similarity we sometimes joked we were twins, brother and sister separated at birth; we also shared a similar wantonness, an approach to sex that could be described as \'Gimme gimme gimme! Now now now!\', and we had few compunctions about indulging ourselves whenever possible. I don\'t know, perhaps the whole \'twins\' things leant a taboo sort of edge to everything, like a cherry on top of a forbidden sundae. Not that our attraction really needed any embellishment - we were hot and heavy for each other, and it was becoming harder to ignore.
Despite what I knew to be better, I fell for Gwen myself. But she was still going out with Greg, a mate of mine; he was a good mate and I felt no ill towards him, but I just could not help how I felt for Gwen - and she did nothing to dissuade me, we flirted shamelessly and even got a little physical, snuggling close and rubbing against each other, even in front of our friends. Fuck\'s sake, I went so far as to write her a poem - \'An Ode to Getting Your Kit Off\', a terribly boyish and immature effort to convince her to get naked for me. Sure, it rhymed, and reading it now it\'s actually pretty funny, but still: I was such a \'boy\' in my day.
But it worked! By a sheer stroke of luck, I presented my Ode to her at a time she was cranky at Greg - they had gone to a family function of his that weekend, and she thought he was flirting too much with his cousin (!) - and she did it, we skipped school and went to a secluded bit of forestry-reserve and she stripped down and showed me the lot. We didn\'t get it on, because it wasn\'t part of the bargain, but it was still a lot to do with a best mate\'s girlfriend behind his back; it ultimately led to other, more intimate encounters, we would sneak out of school into a mostly-abandoned movie screening and clumsily masturbate each other in the dark, though she\'d shut up shop before I made her come (she worried she\'d become noisy and get us arrested, or something) and she didn\'t have the skill to get me there in those cramped, uncomfortable quarters.
Our dalliances ended when she broke up with Greg and, instead of giving me my turn, she moved on to another friend; I got pissy, and stopped talking to her. A few years passed, she broke up with the other friend and married yet another young virginal friend of mine - honest to God, she did it again, she picked another nerdy friend of mine and married the poor bastard - and I was conscripted as a groomsman.
I can remember their ceremony; standing behind the groom, my very good mate Julian, I grew concerned as she kept looking at me as she spoke her vows and she became visibly upset - with all of our friends, her family and his family looking on. I quickly lowered my eyes and stared at the ground for the remainder of the service, and she got through it and they sealed the deal. It was weird, how she kept catching my eye and getting more and more upset as she made her vows to Julian, but it was something I wasn\'t willing to spend much thought on; the champagne came around soon afterwards which helped distract me, and it turned out to be a good day had by all.
Another couple of years passed. Their marriage grew shaky; true to her usual form, she was treating him terribly, cracking up and shouting him down over the most meaningless things. He used to be a timid one, he\'d either stand and weather the abuse and wait for the sweetness to return or he\'d simply walk away for a bit and let her simmer down - but as time went by he grew some backbone, and he\'d start to let her know when she was being unreasonable, which (funnily enough) never went down very well. I know this because I was there while they fought, quite often; at this stage I\'d just broken up with a long-term girlfriend and I was a bit lonely, so I\'d join them for dinner once a week, and even in front of me she\'d not hesitate in chewing him out. But between her bouts of nastiness we\'d all get along fine, we\'d joke and laugh and a strong friendship developed.
And now here I was, with an erotic story hot off the tips of my fingers and - for some reason - I felt I could share it with Gwen. Was it our history, our past dalliances that spurred me on? Was it because I was newly single, and now that I was seeing Gwen more often my interest was rekindling? Probably a bit of both; so I found some pretext to invite myself over, getting there before Julian came home from his distant job in the city.
\Gwen: I\'ve written a story,\ I told her, as I sat in the sofa opposite her.
\Oh good,\ she replied. \Can I read it? I\'ve always loved your writing, Brett.\
\I was just gunna ask if you\'d read it for me,\ I smiled, encouraged. \The thing is. um. well, it\'s kind of a naughty story.\
Her interest kindled, visibly. \Naughty?\ she echoed, with a grin.
\An erotic story,\ I elaborated. \It\'s about a young couple, and they have sex. It\'s kind of pornographic,\ I admitted, bashfully.
\Oh wow,\ she said, intrigued. \Is it a true story?\ she added, with a suggestive smile.
\Not quite,\ I grinned. \It\'s inspired by a true event, though. You remember Frieda from high school - horse-faced, plump, pasty-skinned, mousy hair?\
\I remember Frieda,\ Gwen nodded.
\Well, we were alone together in a study room one day, and she turned around out of the blue and said \'you know: I am really, terribly, sexually frustrated.\'\
\She came on to you?!\ Gwen cried, with a laugh. \Wow Brett, you could have had some sex in high school after all! What did you do?\
\It was automatic: I got up and left,\ I smirked.
\Aww what? You should have gone for it! Then you could have told me all about it,\ she added, with a wink.
\Wasn\'t interested. She had a boyfriend, too.\
\Well, that hasn\'t always stopped you.\ Gwen reminded me, with a teasing grin.
\Yes, well, anyway,\ I said, not wanting to dwell on those memories: fun as they were, they weren\'t really right, especially not right to think on them when I was alone with Gwen. \So I thought of it the other day, and I wondered what it would have been like if any other girl - a good-looking girl - had put me in that position. So I wrote the story.\
\Wow,\ said Gwen. \Well I\'d like to read that, very much - I reckon you could write a pretty steamy sex scene, if you wanted to.\
\'Aww, come on now,\' I thought, as I regarded the look on her face - cheeky, knowing, grinning. What was that supposed to mean? Could she remember what we used to get up to - the way I learned my wares on her, how I practiced the fine art of making a woman come. with her? I certainly hadn\'t forgotten it, so it seemed unlikely she had. \Well,\ I said, awkwardly. \Okay then: I\'ll send you the story. You\'ll read it, and get back to me?\
\Absolutely,\ she promised.
So I bid her adieu, and rushed home to email her the story. The next day I received her reply: \'loved the story, come over this arv before Julian gets home, let\'s discuss it.\' Oh man.
But I did, I went straight over after work. \Brett,\ she told me, \that story was so hot.\
I must have beamed. \Really?\ I said.
\Oh yeah,\ said Gwen. \That was so. exquisite! And it was really warm, too: it was really tender and loving, hardly what you\'d call \'pornographic\'. It was beautiful. Well done,\ she praised. \You should work it into a book - that would be so hot.\
\Oh, thank you, Gwen,\ I smiled. \I\'m so glad you read it for me - I didn\'t have anyone else to ask, you know? I wasn\'t sure you\'d go for it.\
\No, I love that sort of stuff,\ she told me. \I\'ve got videos, you know.\
No, I didn\'t know that. \Videos?\ I echoed. \You mean. what, pornos?\
\Uh huh,\ she nodded, the very definition of transparent honesty. \I love them, I watch them all the time. I\'ve got a vibrator, too,\ she told me, as though it wasn\'t anything special.
I had to shuffle a bit in my chair. \You do?\ I asked.
\It\'s purple.\
I blinked - I\'d seen it. \What. that long, thin purple thing you keep standing on your dresser?\
Her eyes went wide. \You\'ve seen it?\ she cried - but she laughed at herself, all the same. \Oh man - I\'m leaving it out all the time, I just don\'t think! Julian gets so embarrassed, he puts it back in the drawer for me! No wonder you\'ve seen it,\ she grinned.
I was flabbergasted. I couldn\'t believe I was having this conversation with my best mate\'s wife - but at the same time, I was fascinated by her confession, utterly intrigued at the thought of Gwen watching pornos and treating herself with her vibrator. it was immensely arousing, and I just couldn\'t let it be. \Wow,\ was all I could say. \That\'s. Gwen, that\'s awesome! I never knew there are girls who like pornos and stuff! Man - Julian\'s got it pretty good,\ I couldn\'t help but reckon.
Gwen grinned. \Thanks, Brett,\ she said.
\I\'d love to watch one of those videos with you, you know,\ I confessed.
Her face fell at that. \I don\'t know.\ she said. \I don\'t think Julian would like that. We\'d have to ask him.\
\'Oh. Ah. Of course,\' I thought. I\'d gone too far; \'she\'s my mate\'s wife,\' I reminded myself. This was dangerous territory; time to retreat. \I\'m sorry,\ I said. \Never mind.\
So that was that, for a while. Maybe a month later, Gwen joined a volleyball team and she asked me to join too, to help make up the numbers. Julian couldn\'t play because it was too early in the evening, he was never home from the city by then. So we\'d carpool there together, and talk about random things: this, that and the other. She and Julian had just bought a new car, and she let me drive it - I was thrilled, being a bit of a car buff, and it made me think just that little more fondly of her that she\'d trust me with such a precious investment.
One night she was driving me home in their car, and we were flirting a bit - as we had been doing a while, more and more often, becoming more and more flirtatious starting the day I sent her my story. As we were driving along, I think I had said something along the lines of how much I wanted a piece of her - jokingly, of course. And she had laid a hand high on my thigh, stroking it in an encouraging, arousing fashion - again, jokingly of course. I had feigned righteous outrage, and slapped her hand away; she slapped my thigh in rebuke; I slapped her, she slapped me, and to break the repetitiveness I reached for one of the thin straps of her singlet top and reefed it down, exposing her bare shoulder.
I expected her to shout me down, and put the strap back. But she didn\'t; she left it hanging, and as we went over a bump in the road it fell a little further, the top peeling back to reveal a little more of her chest. \Are you gunna fix that?\ I asked.
\Nup,\ she said, simply.
\Why not?\
\Maybe I don\'t want to,\ she said. \Are you gunna fix it?\
\No,\ I informed her, my heart beating faster. \Maybe I don\'t want to, either.\
\Well,\ she said. \Maybe I don\'t want you to fix it.\
\Maybe?\ I asked.
\Maybe,\ she nodded. \Maybe.\ she added, \maybe I want you to pull it down a little further.\
\Oho,\ I said, as I became thankful for the darkness of the evening - otherwise the lump in my pants would have been plain to see. \Feeling a little exhibitionistic tonight, are we?\
\Maybe.\
\Well,\ I said. \If you want to show off the goods. maybe YOU should pull it down a little further.\
\No, I can\'t,\ she smiled. \I can\'t do it.\ And I knew she was speaking about Julian; she wouldn\'t actively do anything that might directly constitute unfaithfulness. \But you can.\
\Can I?\
\You can do whatever you want,\ she informed me, softly, suggestively, seriously. \Go on: pull it down. I want you to.\
My hand reached up without any real direction from my brain, but I stopped it as it gained a hold of her top. I thought hard, thought hard about why I shouldn\'t do it. Julian was my mate. A good mate, from a long way back. I was a groomsman at his wedding, for fuck\'s sake - his wedding to this woman, whom I was now laying inappropriate hands upon.
\Go on.\ she whispered. I couldn\'t believe her. Didn\'t she love him? What kind of woman was she? But, even as my hand starting pulling her top down, exposing more and more of the lovely, creamy white flesh of her chest, I thought: what kind of friend am I? What am I doing?
But I wanted to. I really wanted to. As the upper portion of her breast - still large, still fulsome - came into view I knew, yes, I had seen it before, we\'d been here before back in high school, there was no real advantage to doing this. But still I pulled her top down, and down, the backs of my fingers brushing lightly against the soft skin of her breast; before it came into view, I felt her nipple against my finger, hard and aroused. and as her chest heaved at my touch and she inhaled heavily with her arousal, the nipple and the breast rose hard against my hand.
I stopped. I pulled the top back into position, and fixed the strap to where it should have been. \I\'m sorry,\ I said quickly; I think we were both a little disappointed at where I stopped, but mightily relieved all the same. \I\'m sorry,\ I said again. \I\'m terrible, aren\'t I?\
\Yeah,\ she nodded. \But so am I.\ We pulled up at my place; she looked at me, and smiled sadly. \I won\'t tell if you won\'t,\ she said, softly.
I nodded, wholeheartedly. God I felt awful for what I had done - but I didn\'t want Julian to find out. I couldn\'t bear the thought of it.
She nodded too. \I\'m sorry,\ she said. \We won\'t let this happen again. See you next week?\
\See you next week,\ I smiled, and I left.
But I saw her sooner than that; when Friday came and the working week was dead and buried, my roommates had a few friends over and they brought tequila, a salt shaker, and a lemon. And for the first time in my young life, I shot tequila properly - licked the salt, shot the tequila quickly down the throat without hardly even tasting it, and sucked deep and hard on the lemon. And it went down like a dream; I felt emboldened, maddened with manly fortitude as I finally bested the tequila beast. \That\'s how it\'s done!\ I told the others. \I\'ve never shot it properly before! That slid down like it was nothing - I can hardly even feel it! Gimme another one!\
So I did too many shots. About six shots too many. And we went for a drunken stumble into town, down to the harbour, where the only good-looking girl among our group started throwing up all over the dock; \'fuck this,\' I thought, and I called Gwen. \Gwen!\ I cheered. \Whatcha up to?\
\Nothing,\ she stated, as a firm and flat fact. \Nothing at all. I\'m fucking bored - Julian\'s at a work function, he\'ll be gone all night. Can you come over?\
\I\'m there,\ I promised her. And I must have set a new record for a drunken power-walk across town, because I was in her living room in a flash.
She sized me up in next to no time: \You\'re smashed,\ she laughed.
\Yep!\ I confirmed. \Tequila,\ I added. \I finally learnt how to shoot it properly. But don\'t you go thinking you can take advantage of me,\ I added, warningly, but also perhaps as a suggested course of action to the contrary.
\Brett,\ she scolded. \What must you think of me?\
\Honestly,\ I said: \I think you\'re a total hottie.\
\Oh, thank you Brett,\ she smiled, classily. \You\'re fairly easy on the eyes yourself, you know,\ she added.
\You\'re too kind,\ I informed her. \You know, I\'m always thinking back to high school, and our little shenanigans. how you stripped off for me, that one time. man, that was awesome,\ I reminisced.
Gwen grinned in agreement. \I think about high school a lot, too,\ she told me. \A lot,\ she added, fixing me in the eye. \In fact, I seem to remember you had a really, really big cock.\
My whole being must have lit up with delight. \You thought it was big?\ I asked.
\Huge,\ she told me. \The biggest I\'d ever seen. Still the biggest I\'ve ever seen,\ she added, with a grin, and I saw her eyes flash down to my crotch - I think I was getting a drunken hard-on, but I didn\'t care.
\Now, careful what you say, Gwen,\ I told her. \Any more of this praise, and I just might whip it out for old time\'s sake.\
\You wouldn\'t,\ she goaded me. \You haven\'t got the guts.\
\Oh, I\'ve got the guts,\ I told her. \But you: you wouldn\'t dare lay eyes on it, you goody-two-shoes.\
\You reckon?\ she grinned.
\Okay!\ I said, and I sprang up. \We\'ll settle this; here\'s what I\'m gunna do. I\'m going to go into the kitchen, and open the fridge door -\
\Brett, no!\ she cried, laughing. \What are you going to do to my fridge?!\
\Naughty, naughty things,\ I said, moving quickly; she stayed on the couch, waiting to hear my plans. \I\'m going to open this fridge door, and get my cock out and hide it behind the door - and it\'s up to you to come and close the door, and decide if you want to see it yourself.\
She was up in a flash, as I positioned myself behind the fridge door; and with an enormous grin, she reached out and slammed the door shut. Her eyes fell to my crotch, and she pouted - \you haven\'t got it out!\ she observed.
\Well, no,\ I told her. \Of course not! Did you really think I was going to stick my cock in your fridge?\
\I wouldn\'t put it past you, Brett,\ she told me.
\Jeez,\ I said, as I headed back to the lounge. \Do you really want to see it, that bad?\
\Well, if you\'re gunna get it out, I wouldn\'t want to miss it,\ she said, with a wicked glint in her eye.
I turned to face her: that was encouragement enough. \Okay,\ I told her. \You\'ve got to be careful what you say now, Gwen. Any more of this talk and I\'m gunna do a strip-tease for you, right here and now.\
\Go for it,\ she said, with that awfully, wonderfully inviting grin of hers.
\'There it is,\' I thought. So as she sat before me, I remained drunkenly on my feet, and I began to strip. I bumped and grinded a little bit to an imaginary, sexy beat, unbuttoning my shirt with an accompanying gyration of my hips. She began to look hesitant, unsure, a tad guilty; but I was on a mission, I hadn\'t shown my cock to anyone for months since my last break-up and I wanted to show myself to her. To someone. To anyone - I was in the grip of a tequila-fuelled bout of exhibitionism, and there was no stopping me.
My shirt came off, followed by my belt; I was aware of the flatness of my stomach, the tightness of my favoured pair of pants flattering my strong hips and thighs, and they also showed off the growing mound in my jocks. She couldn\'t tear her eyes away; they ran up and down my body, lingering longingly on my gorging, trapped member, and she couldn\'t help but lick her drying lips just slightly. It spurred me on, and I unbuckled my pants; I turned, allowing her a view of my arse as I removed the pants, and then pulled the rear of my jocks down slowly, showing her the bare flesh of my buttocks. I turned to face her again; her legs were wide, her hands toying unconsciously through her jeans high up along her sensitive inner thighs, her eyes fixed on my partially-exposed crotch: my jocks were pulled low, very low, and all that remained hidden was my cock and my balls.
Here I stopped; it was time to give her an out, I thought. \Should I keep going?\ I asked.
She wasn\'t smiling; she wasn\'t happy; she even looked a little unhappy. But her hands were still hovering about her crotch, and I could hardly believe it as she said: \You\'ve come this far. you may as well.\
I grinned, and whipped my jocks to the floor, letting my pride stand tall. It was huge; it nearly set a record for me, it stood at perhaps ten inches, rock hard and throbbing visibly. \So.\ I said, as she said and did nothing. \What do you think?\
She stared at it, mouth slightly agape, her fingers ever so close to her own crotch. She finally tore her eyes away from the monstrous thing, to look up at me: \It\'s beautiful,\ was all she could say.
I grinned. \Thanks, love!\ I said, and I took a seat right next to her, bare naked and cock nearly bursting at the seams.
She sat tall, nervous and perhaps uncomfortable as I sat so near, so naked. \So.\ she asked, tremulously. \What are you gunna do now?\
I blinked; I hadn\'t thought this far ahead. \Well,\ I said, \I could finish the show.\ and I reached down to grab a hold of my cock. \I reckon I just might beat myself off for you. would that be good? Would you like to watch me come?\
She said nothing. I don\'t know if it was her reaction, or lack thereof, or if it was some guilty reaction of my own, or if it was just the six-plus shots of tequila galloping in to save the day - but my stomach turned, almost immediately.
\Actually.\ I said. \Excuse me.\ And I left hurriedly, going to the bathroom and throwing up mightily. She brought me my clothes and some water, without a word, and left me to it; I don\'t remember much thereon, until I woke up at some ungodly hour the next morning, curled up beside the basin. I dressed myself and left their home, feeling wretchedly sick - from both the alcohol and the guilt. \'Julian had probably come home,\' I thought - \'did he see me? Did he know I was there, naked in his bathroom?\'
A week of uncertainty passed, until I bumped into Gwen by accident, down at the Uni. She was all smiles, her usual friendly self; it was encouraging, but I still felt awful, so I apologised. \What for?\ she asked. \It was so funny!\
I frowned; that\'s not how I remembered her reaction. \You think so?\
\Yeah - it was hilarious! Julian laughed so much when I told him,\ she grinned.
My stomach turned again. \Oh. uhh. really? You told him?\
\Yeah!\ There was no hiding my expression of horror, so she fixed me with a \'come on, lighten up\' look. \Brett: it was funny. You were drunk and smashed - you couldn\'t help it. It was just a bit of fun,\ she decreed. \It didn\'t mean anything.\
\Well.\ I said; that\'s not exactly how I remembered it going, or how I remembered it felt. but I was glad for an out, I was glad for the excuses she gave me - however flimsy. \I\'m glad you think so,\ I told her. \Thanks, Gwen. I appreciate your understanding.\
\Hey: that\'s what friends are for,\ she said, slapping me on the backside playfully as we walked side-by-side towards her next class. \I\'m sure if I got smashed and stripped for you, you\'d forgive me.\
\Almost instantly,\ I promised her, and she laughed. So it seemed all was hunky-dory between me and Gwen once more; still, I wasn\'t sure how I could face Julian again.
But face him I did, the very next weekend, as all of our friends got together at his and Gwen\'s place for his twenty-first birthday party. When I saw him he laughed at me, and mimed the playing of a trumpet as he sang out a bawdy stripper\'s song; I hung my head and raised my hands in defeat. He had reacted far better than I imagine I would have in his position. A top bloke, our Julian; a better man than me.
All of our old friends from school were there, and Julian got right into this nerdy fantasy card-playing game that they all used to play when they were twelve years old and which they had never grown out of. But I was never into that sort of thing - I was far cooler than that when I was young, I played with miniature army men thank you very much - so I sat with Gwen and a few other card-game refugees as we got into the wine, and things started getting a little messy.
It started out not too badly. Gwen and I sat close together on one side of the dinner table, as we chatted with a couple of mates who sat opposite; unbeknownst to them, Gwen laid her hand on top of my thigh under the table. My cock reacted instantly, slithering slowly like a serpent as it grew and filled the spare space in my jocks; I gave no reaction above the table, carefully nodding and listening as our friends yammered on about something-or-other (funny what stays in your mind and what goes, after time), but below the table I reciprocated, laying a hand on Gwen\'s bare thigh - she was wearing short-shorts, and a small tight singlet top too, and she\'d even gone for a horrible orange spray-tan before the party too. She was a classy one, no doubt.
And as further glasses of wine were imbibed, as the nerdy card game continued without pause and Gwen\'s husband continued to ignore her, we became friskier. My fingers began wandering upon her skin - not very far, just about the topside and only slightly around to the inside of her thigh: all fairly innocent, though my fingers roamed quite high upon her leg, nearly at the hem of her hot-pants. Her fingers roamed too, stroking and tickling my upper-inner thigh in a surprisingly personal fashion - it\'s just your leg, you\'d reckon, until someone goes and touches it lightly, teasingly, suggestively. It was a testament to the quality of my jeans that my cock didn\'t tear them to shreds beneath that table.
More wine was consumed, and she grew bolder. We were swapping joking jibes, and I took my barbed repartee a little too far; she responded by grabbing her wine and upending it in my lap. \What. hey. no!\ I cried, causing a scene, and everyone looked up to see Gwen tipping the last of her wine into my lap. \Jeez,\ I said, unimpressed: the cold white wine cascading over my crotch had cooled my ardour quite effectively.
\Everything alright, babes?\ Julian asked, frowning.
\He had it coming, dear,\ she informed him.
He thought on it, and shrugged. \Fair \'nuff,\ he decreed, and they all got back into their nerdy card game. Our friends across the table thought it prudent to venture to a safer distance, lest I retaliate in kind and the wine began to rain, so I took the opportunity to fix her in the eye.
\Why the fuck did you do that?\ I demanded of her.
\Because I want you to take your pants off again,\ she shrugged, with a wicked grin. \Go on. give the crowd a thrill.\
I couldn\'t believe her. She wanted me to strip off again - and with everyone here? Tipsy though I was, it took more than a half-flagon of wine to turn me into a drunken stripper - and there was no tequila to be seen. \Sorry, love,\ I told her, with a growing naughty smile of my own - \private shows only.\
She smiled with delight. \I think you left a pair of pants in our car, after volleyball,\ she said, quite loudly - louder than was necessary. \Do you want to go and get changed?\
\Um, yeah, good idea,\ I muttered, hoping we weren\'t being watched by all.
\I\'d better come with you to unlock the car,\ she went on, loud enough for all to hear. \We can\'t trust you with the keys - you\'d probably go for a hoon!\
\Probably,\ I agreed, and so we made our not-so-innocent exit. I cast a quick eye over the group as we did so; they had all heard, and though no-one looked right at us or said anything, no-one looked terribly impressed - Julian especially so. \'Crap,\' I thought. \'Not good.\'
We went downstairs to the garage, and we opened the door and put it down behind us, pausing only to switch on a light. I checked the door - \It can\'t be locked from inside, can it?\ I asked.
\No,\ she said. \Why would you want to lock it?\ she asked, knowing the answer full well.
I ignored her, looking instead to the window at the far end of their single garage. \And there\'s a window there,\ I mulled. It looked on to the blank wall of the building opposite; still, someone could walk up to it and see inside.
\What are you thinking, Brett?\ Gwen asked, as she moseyed up, to stand very near. \What do you want to do?\
I looked her up and down. God, how I wanted her. Her clothes were tacky, and she was sloppily-drunk, and she looked like an oompa-loompa with that stupid orange tan - but I yearned for her, all the same. The chemistry that we had shared, for years and years, reared its ugly head; it wasn\'t supposed to be, her and I, it was never supposed to be and it shouldn\'t be now, but there was no denying that I felt the urge, and she felt it too. I stepped in even closer, right into her space; she nestled up against me, and I had to turn my hips slightly so she wasn\'t impaled on my raging hard cock.
\Oh Brett.\ she murmured, and I felt her grind her crotch against my leg; her arms were about me, her hands up and down my back. \God, you\'ve got such a good body.\
\'Poor Julian,\' I thought. It was nice to hear I had a good body, but he was a paunchy-type, not terribly easy on the eye and a bit gormless when it came to fashion, and romance, keeping wives happy and such. Thinking of him, I stopped myself from touching Gwen, from rubbing against her like she did against me, from pressing my achingly-hard cock against her - though I dearly would have liked to let her feel how huge, how hard she made me, I knew if I did there would be no stopping us, it would go all the way. And I just couldn\'t do that.
I stepped back, and looked at her. \We shouldn\'t do this, should we?\ I said.
She looked at me. \We shouldn\'t,\ she agreed. \But why are we here?\
I sighed. \Because I\'m a bad person,\ I said. \Gwen: I\'d better go home. Tell Julian I\'m sorry.\
I did go home. But she did more than tell Julian I was sorry; she told him all we had got up to in their garage, and she pinned the blame on me and me alone. I received an email from her shortly afterwards: she told me how disappointed and upset both she and Julian were at my actions, how a true friend would never let anything like that come about, and how it would be better if I just stayed away. I was so upset at myself that I shouldered all of the blame; I knew she was in the wrong, just as much as I, but I couldn\'t bring myself to point it out, to risk upsetting Julian further. I figured it was better for him to be angry just at me, than to be upset with his wife as well; so I left them alone.
For a while. A few months passed, then Gwen emailed me again, asking how I was and what was going on. We got to talking again via email, and we established how much we missed each other, and how sad and sorry we were that it had come to this. I asked if we could start again, if they could forgive me; Gwen, in all her infinite patience and love (sarcasm intended), said they\'d forgive me and let me back into their lives. Why I was so hung up on her I\'ll never know; I know now there are so many more fish in the sea, and I\'m sure I knew it then too. Why didn\'t I go look for a bird of my own? Why was I so fixated on Gwen?
But back I went. At first I tried to do right, only going to see the both of them; Julian was quite magnanimous, much to his credit, happy to treat me as though I\'d never done him wrong. One time the three of us went to a nightclub, and Gwen and I sat and watched all the sweet young ladies walking by, and we rated their sexiness - Gwen showing a bit of a bi-sexual bent as she drooled over the lovelies with me, which of course was incredibly arousing. Julian didn\'t say much; he seemed content to watch as his wife told us how sexy she thought all these women were, and which ones she wished she could bed. It was quite a turn-on, I have to admit. I didn\'t go talk to any of the other ladies, though - more\'s the pity.
As time went by, Julian dropped out of the picture again; their marriage was straining under its own faults, and he was avoiding her more and more, staying back at work or going drinking in the city more and more often - and so I was summoned to keep Gwen entertained in his absence, more and more often. Our flirting picked up again, rebuilding slowly; there was simply no helping it, she was \'hot to trot\', she was so openly sexual and vivacious and I found it so alluring, I simply couldn\'t keep away. We would sit next to each other on the couch, snuggling close; sometimes we would even lie together, and our legs would intertwine, and her leg would rub very obviously against my crotch so she could feel me getting hard. And I said nothing; we both said nothing and it went no further, and that\'s why it was so hot.
One evening, sans-Julian, Gwen messaged me out of the blue and asked me to come down to the pub. She went out for a drink or two, once a month, with her old ex-boyfriend Greg - my old mate, the one Gwen and I had messed around with behind his back all those years ago back at school, without him ever finding out. I don\'t know why she kept stringing him along; he was a depressing kind of character, a bit of a \'pity-whore\', and she didn\'t really enjoy her time alone with him. Maybe she did it out of guilt, of pity? If she really felt sorry for him she should have let him be, let him get on with his life. He still pined for her, plain as day.
But I digress: she had messaged me and asked me to rescue her. I came and joined them, and we had a few drinks together; once again, she and I found ourselves close together across a table from him, and lo and behold: there was her hand in my lap. I couldn\'t help but be aroused; here he was, Greg, the very bloke we had fooled around on back in high school, and he sat opposite us unknowing as we fondled each other, right in his face. He couldn\'t see us doing it, he sat too close and he was too preoccupied whinging about the sorry state of his life; eventually he must have sensed something, or perhaps he saw a reflection in the window behind us, because he abruptly said he\'d better leave us two to enjoy ourselves. We walked him to his car, all the same, and then we went back to her place.
We were drunk. And we were horny. We both knew what we were doing; we weren\'t going to confess to it or even think too hard on it, but it was plain to see. We were going to fuck. I was finally going to get my go with Gwen, and she was finally going to work her vicious little magic on me. And we could both hardly wait.
We sat in our customary position on the couch, flirting like crazy. She told me she was wearing \'chicken fillets\': tan-coloured silicon inserts, which she slipped over her breasts into her top to make her C-cups look like D-cups, and she reckoned they provided the support of a bra so she didn\'t have to wear one. \Here: feel them,\ she added, grabbing my hand, and without any say in it (though I didn\'t protest too much) she laid my hand on her padded breast. \How\'s that?\ she grinned. \Feels pretty real, eh?\
\Feels good,\ I nodded, awkwardly. \You sure you got anything in there? They feel just like the real thing.\
\Course I do!\ she chastised, and to prove it she reefed down her top: there it was, a tan-coloured chicken fillet, perched atop her left breast.
\Cor,\ I said.
\I thought you\'d like to see that,\ she nodded, with a smile. \I\'m just going to take them off - they\'re a bit hot.\ She ambled off to her room; I sat there for half a minute, in indecision, aware that she hadn\'t locked or even shut her door. Eventually I couldn\'t hold myself back any longer, and I sprang up, running to stick my head in to watch.
I was a tad too late; she was just putting her top back into place, tying it in a loose bow behind her neck. \Brett!\ she scolded. \Get out of here! I need to change my pants,\ she added, unzipping her fly.
\I\'m not going anywhere,\ I informed her, with a combative grin.
She looked at me, pausing for a moment; then she shrugged. \Oh well.\ she said, and she dropped her pants, revealing a very nice pair of frilly red knickers.
\Nice briefs,\ I approved - I\'ve always loved red knickers.
\They\'re V-bangers,\ she corrected me.
\V-bangers? Like a G-string?\ I clarified. \Show me!\
\No!\ she laughed.
\Go on.\ I entreated. \You\'ve seen far more of me recently.\ She looked at me, grinning; finally she relented, turning around to show me her bared buttocks framed by the V-string, shapely and comely.
I whistled. \Nice arse,\ praised I. \Now go on: take the rest off.\
She laughed again, stepping into some plain pyjama pants. \Don\'t tempt me, Brett,\ she said, with that sultry look that always made my balls twitch ever so slightly.
So we rejoined the couch, and the flirting began anew. We joked and jibed, and laughed and play-wrestled; in response to some cutting remark, I reached for the tied straps of her top behind her neck - the only thing keeping her top up. \Don\'t make me undo the bow,\ I said; I thought I felt a knot, and so I frowned. \Oh - you knotted it up tight, did you?\
\No, I just tied a loose bow,\ she said, fairly obviously. And encouragingly.
I was never one to shirk away from encouragement, and with a naughty grin I pulled the bow; the straps came undone, and I held them up myself, pulling the top slightly and threateningly away from her - just enough to reveal the sides of her breasts. \Now,\ I said. \Care to retract your last remark?\
\What\'ll you do if I don\'t?\ she purred.
\You know perfectly well,\ I told her.
\Do I?\ she asked, daringly. \I don\'t think you will. I don\'t think you have the gumption.\
My eyebrows raised, amusedly. \I haven\'t the gumption, you say? Well -\ and with that, I let her top drop and it fell all the way to her waist, revealing those lovely, firm round breasts that had hardly changed in the years I\'d seen them last.
As her top fell, she gasped with surprise and delight, which made her breasts rise and fall most alluringly. \Brett!\ she squealed. \Damn you!\ She dived into me, tits out and swinging, thumping her fists against my chest; I laughed at her pitiful blows, gathered her up and pushed her backwards and down onto the couch to subdue her.
We stopped, and beheld each other shortly. This was it; we were there, we ought not to have been there, but we were and there was no denying what we were both there to do. She had left the door wide open, as it were: she had riled me up by making me feel her breasts, she had taken the inserts out to give me unfettered access, and she had even tied her top only loosely to challenge me, to dare me to undo it and let it fall. She looked into my eyes, and I into hers; we knew it wasn\'t right, that it shouldn\'t be, but we also knew we weren\'t going to stop. It was going to happen.
And happen it did. I kissed her, finally, after all these years; I gathered her up and I kissed her, long and longingly and - surprisingly - for the very first time. I felt a tide of long-withheld, pent-up desires simply flood out of my brain and into my hips; my cock was long and hard, I pinned it against her and she pushed herself against it, wanting it, needing it.
Our clothes served no other purpose than to be in the way, so we rid ourselves of them, replaying my strip tease in fast-forward as I pulled it all off and flung it away, to be followed by the top from round her waist and the pyjama pants and that alluring, tantalising V-string - all gone. We writhed together, naked and horny, grabbing and fondling each other; I reached down and laid my fingers directly and without ceremony on her clit, that very same clit which had been the first I\'d ever touched, which I had rubbed clumsily at the cinemas and very nearly - but never quite, because she\'d make me stop - very nearly made her come. I touched it now, years later, with far greater experience, delicacy and care; it drove her crazy, and in the shortest of time she was coming, she was finally coming for me, I had finally made her come like I had yearned to do since such a young age, and she came with a frenzy as she grabbed at my cock and pulled at it savagely, raking her nails over my balls and around across my buttocks.
She was done for now, she had come quite enough; \I have to suck you,\ she told me, gasping heavily from her exertions. \I have to have your cock in my mouth. I\'ve wanted it for so long, oh God I wanna suck you.\
I wasn\'t going to tell her no, so we rearranged ourselves; I lay on the couch and she kneeled on the floor over me, and she got right into it, not stopping to lick or nibble or tease - she swallowed me whole, hungrily and greedily. She drove her mouth up and down on my cock like a piston, hard and fast, rough and without remorse; it felt fantastic, incredible, and I knew now that Julian was indeed a lucky man. I felt a twinge of guilt, but only for a second; her mouth felt incredible, simulating the feel and action of a hot wet cunt with precision. \I\'m gunna come if you keep that up.\ I warned her.
\Good,\ she mumbled around a mouthful of my meat. \I want it.\ That was most encouraging to hear, so I lay back and let it build; it pooled and charged at the base of my cock, I could feel it right by my perineum, and as if she could sense it she reached in and stroked me right there, expertly, fantastically. I had never known a girl who knew enough to do that, and it drove me wild, raising my threshold ten-fold as my pleasure built and mounted but wouldn\'t come, and I gasped and moaned and finally I came with an almighty bellow, pumping both barrel-loads over the back of her throat. She took it without missing a beat, driving up and down on me even as I came, and she drank me up, milking me and swallowing it down.
Finally I was spent, and I wasn\'t sure I had any more in me. \Your turn,\ she instructed.
\My turn?\ I echoed; a grin sprouted. \Oh good.\ Man, how I love going down on women. It is such a turn-on for me: the taste, the feel, the view. and as we swapped positions and she lay back on the couch, spreading her legs to me and proudly displaying her hot, wet, glistening cunt, I felt my ardour returning.
I descended on it eagerly, determined to lap up every sweet drop of her nectar. She shuddered full-length, top-to-toe with pleasure as my mouth fell on her pussy and I tongued her deeply, intermittently withdrawing to run little figures-of-eight about her rock-hard clit - a technique I had in past times with past women been assured was a winner, and which was proving most popular with Gwen. She bucked beneath me, unconsciously trying to pull her pussy away from my tingling, unbearable ministrations - but I wouldn\'t let her go, I grabbed her by her curvy hips and held her in place as I lapped at her hot, sweet cunt.
Gwen\'s orgasms were never very far away, by her own admission - back when we were still only flirting and talking about sex and stuff, she once told me she came seventeen times in one sitting, which I had found to be amazing and incredibly alluring. Nothing pleases me more than to make a woman come; it is a surprisingly rare talent, the women in my life often telling me that none of their prior lovers had ever even bothered to try to please them. So hearing that Gwen was a multiple-multiple-comer certainly hadn\'t helped me in trying to keep my hands off her; and now, with my tongue seeking out the hottest and sweetest of her juices from deep within her cunt, she came for me again, and kept coming, and came again, and again, gasping and writhing and screaming as I refused to give in, keeping at her as my cock gradually grew harder, longer and stronger once again.
Finally she could stand no more, and she begged and screamed for me to give her a break, and I grudgingly relented. But not for long; as she fought to catch her breath again, I showed her that my pride had returned.
\Fucking hell,\ she panted. \Do you ever stop?\
\For you: never,\ I told her. I gathered her up in my arms, and I pinned her against a nearby wall; she squealed with surprise and delight as the cold plaster pressed against her back and buttocks, and she fixed me with a shared, wicked grin as we looked at each other and we sank slowly, inexorably towards the forbidden. Towards that which we had both resolved never to do, both promised ourselves we would go without.
Our first touch was incredible. The hotness, the wetness that I felt with the very tip of my cock was unlike any other cunt I had ever felt or known - she was like a furnace, she was so hot she very nearly burned me. Our eyes went wide, and we looked at each other; this was so new to us both. We were no virgins, no sir, we had both known our fair share of fucking - but this was entirely, completely different for the both of us: her intense heat; my sheer girth, as my cock strained with unknown reserves and set a new record once again; it was just something else, something entirely different. It was, I knew, because I was about to fuck my best friend\'s wife. I was finally about to get what I had always wanted, what I had wanted because I could not have it.
Slowly, most carefully, she settled upon me; her mouth opened noiselessly as I impaled her, as the cruel width of my cock separated her and parted her delicate depths. It kept going, and going, up and up and up; eventually she found the hilt, and we were in, we were together. We had done it.
\Brett.\ she breathed, looking at me with newfound amazement. \I\'ve never known anything like this.\
I fixed her with a look. \Get ready.\ I advised.
Her eyes widened some more as she guessed at what was coming. She almost whimpered with anticipation until slowly, gently, I eased back and forth, just once. The enormous area of contact between us - all of my cock, and almost all of her cunt - every portion of it transmitted a litany of pleasure, and we both shuddered uncontrollably as we were very nearly overwhelmed, there and then, at the first stroke.
\Oh.\ she gasped. \Oh.\ she said again. \Oh my. oh, oh Brett. do it again,\ she instructed. I obliged. \Oh.\ she reiterated; I did it again, a longer stroke this time, faster. \Ohh.\ she breathed, quivering, on the brink. I did it again, and again, and again; she trembled, she moaned, she yelled, and as I drove onwards she came and she yelled and she screamed and she came and came and came.
We fucked for hours. I had never before shown such stamina, nor ever since; she came countless times and so did I, filling her with my hot white load time after time. We moved all over the apartment, doing it in every room, in every position - the kitchen, the dining table, the spare bedroom, the bathroom, their bedroom; I felt bad when I bent her over the bed she shared with Julian and obliged her demands: \Fuck me,\ she growled, bent right over and presenting her puckering asshole in the ultimately submissive position, \fuck me hard. fuck me in the arse! Fuck my arse hard, Brett! Fuck my arse!\
And so I did; slick with her cunt juices, I fed my aching cock into her arse and she moaned, she yelled, and I could hear her pain; I asked her if it was what she really wanted, and she said yes, she wanted it, she wanted the punishment, she wanted me to hurt her and punish her and to fuck her arse with my enormous cock. And so I did; it was my first time doing anal, it felt new and incredible as her tight little ring squeezed and grasped all along the length of my cock as I fed it in and out, and it was a little confronting and shamefully arousing as she suffered the pain and she even sobbed and shed tears as my unforgiving girth ravaged her puckering hole and I shot yet another load deep inside her.
We hit the shower after that, cleansing ourselves even as we kept at each other: I fingered her, fucking her with my fingers as she soaped my dirty cock and moaned and screamed, scrubbing me clean so we could fuck again. We ran back to their bed, soaking wet, not bothering with any towels: we leapt upon the bed and crawled and writhed over each other, fingering each others\' anuses, licking and sucking at all of our erogenous zones; I even tongued her cleaned, soapy arse and she came instantly, shuddering and hollering and demanding simultaneously that I \stop! Don\'t stop! Stop, no don\'t stop! Aaaa-ughhhh.\ as my tongue flicked about her puckering, ravaged hole that was still punched open, winking at me as I teased it and as I plunged two fingers into her cunt, making her come ever harder.
We treated each other terribly, shamefully; punishing ourselves and each other as we kept going, fucking, sucking, fingering each other on the bed that she shared with Julian, with her husband. The vibrator was there, and we were merciless; I plunged it in and out of her cunt and kept her coming for an eternity, wanking myself as I did, coming with a grunt and spurting all over her and all over their bed - I came all over her stomach, her tits, spurting madly in her face and hair; she gathered up every last drop with her fingers and she ate it all up, hungrily and greedily, then she wrested the vibrator from me and punished me with it, pushing it roughly into my tight virginal anus as I cried out, but told her not to stop; it was slick with her never-ending juices, and she fucked me, she fucked my arse with her slim purple vibrator, holding the base of it to her hips so she could thrust into me and fuck my arse like I had fucked hers, and she reached around to tug long and hard at my cock until I came yet again, coming hard with almost nothing left to ejaculate, crying at the exquisitely combined pain and ecstasy as the drying vibrator tore and ravaged me where I\'d never been touched before, coming with a burning, shameful fire.
I don\'t know how or when it ended, or after how long. We may well have collapsed mid-fuck for all I know, collapsing on the wet, jizz-stained covers of their marital bed. We gave no thought to whether Julian was coming home that night; it didn\'t seem to matter, somehow. He didn\'t, fortunately enough. I found out later that he had been so down about his marriage and drinking so hard that night, he fell asleep on the train and woke up the next morning in a rail holding yard, testament to the thoroughness of the rail service\'s cleaning staff.
Their marriage didn\'t last much longer. He never found out what she and I did together, and to each other; it was our unspoken agreement, Gwen and I, that our shared shame would never be known by anyone else. I didn\'t see her much after that, and frankly I didn\'t want to. We had packed a lifetime\'s worth of mindless, depraved fucking into that one night. We had done everything we could think of, and tried a few things that we were likely to never try again. The way I heard the story, one day Gwen came home from Uni to find her bags packed: \You never treated me right,\ Julian told her as he helped her leave his life.
\That\'s okay,\ I\'m told she replied. \You didn\'t treat me that well either.\
True enough, on both counts. They were both young and stupid; she was his first love, his first shag, he should never have proposed to her in the first place. She treated him terribly, and he neglected her, and the one fed the other. I don\'t know why he had been so keen to marry her. Maybe he had seen how all of her other relationships had ended, and thought that by making her his wife he could preclude a terrible ending. He was wrong, as it so obviously has turned out.
I don\'t talk to her anymore. Julian has since remarried; I have even gotten married myself. He and I are still good friends, serving each other as groomsmen at both of our recent weddings; and back in the days after their separation, I was instrumental in helping him get over her - he did it tough for a while, he had even been calling her up and begging her to take him back. She had that effect on people, sometimes. But she never did, thankfully; and so he moved on, and so did I. She calls one or the other of us, every now and again - I don\'t receive her calls very warmly though. She reminds me of my lowest low, my failing as a friend and a decent human being; though I lack the courage to confess it to Julian or to anyone else bar yourself, dear reader, I have the rest of my life to try to redeem myself, and I only hope I can do some good in my life to make up for my awful indiscretion.
Even so, sometimes on a lonely night when I\'m free to pleasure myself, I find my mind returning to Gwen as I masturbate, and I dwell on that which we shared and that which we did - and it makes me come hard, really hard. It\'s not that I miss her, or want her on any civilised, cerebral level; I do want her, though it\'s a guttural, animalistic, prehistoric thing, a strong subhuman bond that I have with Gwen. By all standards of rational thought, I hate what I did with her and I hate myself for doing it with her; but the part of me that exists below conscious thought, the part that acts without thinking, wants without wishing - it\'s that part that misses her, remembers what we had with fondness, and will never forget her.
So I contacted Gwen.
Gwen - ahh yes, good old Gwen. She and I had \'history\'. We had never officially gotten together: she was always dating one of my friends, all through high school, so I never got my chance to have my heart properly broken. She was notorious for picking the young, sweet, innocent, \'never-been-kissed\' blokes - \nerd fucker\ was the unkind term I had (jealously) coined for her, to the nasty amusement of all behind her back. You see, she would unerringly hypnotise and enslave these first-time-in-loves with cooing, murmured entreaties of undying eternal love, but after a few months she would get bored of them and treat them terribly, trying to goad them into getting angry with her and break up with her. But they never would, because she was their first true love, and they would absorb her belittling abuse until she\'d eventually get disgusted with them and dump them herself. She was a nasty bit of gear, that Gwen, now that I reflect on it.
But I had a thing for her, all the same. I couldn\'t help it. She was the girl who I knew I shouldn\'t like, but simply couldn\'t stop thinking about. It was mutual too; we had chemistry, that was the trouble. I didn\'t like her much and I had no respect for her, and because I didn\'t trouble myself to hide it she didn\'t like me much either - but still there was an attraction, mutual and undeniable. She was very easy on the eye, short-and-slight in frame but with breasts that were quite large, and she had a very pretty face; contrary to her personality, her smile could light up a room, and there was little wonder so many of my foolish young friends fell hopelessly arse-over-tit for her. When she smiled at you, she made you feel good about yourself - as though you must be pretty special after all, to earn a smile so beautiful - and that in turn made you think very fondly of her. And there was me, emerging from puberty into a decently strong frame: broad shoulders, strong bike-riding legs and a shapely rump that earned me praise and accolades (or so I liked to think - forgive me my vanity, if you will); she liked what she saw in me too, and there were times when our hostile facades would drop and we made our mutual attraction known.
The clincher was our eyes. We have the same colour eyes, an unusual sort of hazel: a verdant green about the iris, merging into a bright highlight-flecked brown, and with a ring of blue-grey at the outer edge. Because of this eerie similarity we sometimes joked we were twins, brother and sister separated at birth; we also shared a similar wantonness, an approach to sex that could be described as \'Gimme gimme gimme! Now now now!\', and we had few compunctions about indulging ourselves whenever possible. I don\'t know, perhaps the whole \'twins\' things leant a taboo sort of edge to everything, like a cherry on top of a forbidden sundae. Not that our attraction really needed any embellishment - we were hot and heavy for each other, and it was becoming harder to ignore.
Despite what I knew to be better, I fell for Gwen myself. But she was still going out with Greg, a mate of mine; he was a good mate and I felt no ill towards him, but I just could not help how I felt for Gwen - and she did nothing to dissuade me, we flirted shamelessly and even got a little physical, snuggling close and rubbing against each other, even in front of our friends. Fuck\'s sake, I went so far as to write her a poem - \'An Ode to Getting Your Kit Off\', a terribly boyish and immature effort to convince her to get naked for me. Sure, it rhymed, and reading it now it\'s actually pretty funny, but still: I was such a \'boy\' in my day.
But it worked! By a sheer stroke of luck, I presented my Ode to her at a time she was cranky at Greg - they had gone to a family function of his that weekend, and she thought he was flirting too much with his cousin (!) - and she did it, we skipped school and went to a secluded bit of forestry-reserve and she stripped down and showed me the lot. We didn\'t get it on, because it wasn\'t part of the bargain, but it was still a lot to do with a best mate\'s girlfriend behind his back; it ultimately led to other, more intimate encounters, we would sneak out of school into a mostly-abandoned movie screening and clumsily masturbate each other in the dark, though she\'d shut up shop before I made her come (she worried she\'d become noisy and get us arrested, or something) and she didn\'t have the skill to get me there in those cramped, uncomfortable quarters.
Our dalliances ended when she broke up with Greg and, instead of giving me my turn, she moved on to another friend; I got pissy, and stopped talking to her. A few years passed, she broke up with the other friend and married yet another young virginal friend of mine - honest to God, she did it again, she picked another nerdy friend of mine and married the poor bastard - and I was conscripted as a groomsman.
I can remember their ceremony; standing behind the groom, my very good mate Julian, I grew concerned as she kept looking at me as she spoke her vows and she became visibly upset - with all of our friends, her family and his family looking on. I quickly lowered my eyes and stared at the ground for the remainder of the service, and she got through it and they sealed the deal. It was weird, how she kept catching my eye and getting more and more upset as she made her vows to Julian, but it was something I wasn\'t willing to spend much thought on; the champagne came around soon afterwards which helped distract me, and it turned out to be a good day had by all.
Another couple of years passed. Their marriage grew shaky; true to her usual form, she was treating him terribly, cracking up and shouting him down over the most meaningless things. He used to be a timid one, he\'d either stand and weather the abuse and wait for the sweetness to return or he\'d simply walk away for a bit and let her simmer down - but as time went by he grew some backbone, and he\'d start to let her know when she was being unreasonable, which (funnily enough) never went down very well. I know this because I was there while they fought, quite often; at this stage I\'d just broken up with a long-term girlfriend and I was a bit lonely, so I\'d join them for dinner once a week, and even in front of me she\'d not hesitate in chewing him out. But between her bouts of nastiness we\'d all get along fine, we\'d joke and laugh and a strong friendship developed.
And now here I was, with an erotic story hot off the tips of my fingers and - for some reason - I felt I could share it with Gwen. Was it our history, our past dalliances that spurred me on? Was it because I was newly single, and now that I was seeing Gwen more often my interest was rekindling? Probably a bit of both; so I found some pretext to invite myself over, getting there before Julian came home from his distant job in the city.
\Gwen: I\'ve written a story,\ I told her, as I sat in the sofa opposite her.
\Oh good,\ she replied. \Can I read it? I\'ve always loved your writing, Brett.\
\I was just gunna ask if you\'d read it for me,\ I smiled, encouraged. \The thing is. um. well, it\'s kind of a naughty story.\
Her interest kindled, visibly. \Naughty?\ she echoed, with a grin.
\An erotic story,\ I elaborated. \It\'s about a young couple, and they have sex. It\'s kind of pornographic,\ I admitted, bashfully.
\Oh wow,\ she said, intrigued. \Is it a true story?\ she added, with a suggestive smile.
\Not quite,\ I grinned. \It\'s inspired by a true event, though. You remember Frieda from high school - horse-faced, plump, pasty-skinned, mousy hair?\
\I remember Frieda,\ Gwen nodded.
\Well, we were alone together in a study room one day, and she turned around out of the blue and said \'you know: I am really, terribly, sexually frustrated.\'\
\She came on to you?!\ Gwen cried, with a laugh. \Wow Brett, you could have had some sex in high school after all! What did you do?\
\It was automatic: I got up and left,\ I smirked.
\Aww what? You should have gone for it! Then you could have told me all about it,\ she added, with a wink.
\Wasn\'t interested. She had a boyfriend, too.\
\Well, that hasn\'t always stopped you.\ Gwen reminded me, with a teasing grin.
\Yes, well, anyway,\ I said, not wanting to dwell on those memories: fun as they were, they weren\'t really right, especially not right to think on them when I was alone with Gwen. \So I thought of it the other day, and I wondered what it would have been like if any other girl - a good-looking girl - had put me in that position. So I wrote the story.\
\Wow,\ said Gwen. \Well I\'d like to read that, very much - I reckon you could write a pretty steamy sex scene, if you wanted to.\
\'Aww, come on now,\' I thought, as I regarded the look on her face - cheeky, knowing, grinning. What was that supposed to mean? Could she remember what we used to get up to - the way I learned my wares on her, how I practiced the fine art of making a woman come. with her? I certainly hadn\'t forgotten it, so it seemed unlikely she had. \Well,\ I said, awkwardly. \Okay then: I\'ll send you the story. You\'ll read it, and get back to me?\
\Absolutely,\ she promised.
So I bid her adieu, and rushed home to email her the story. The next day I received her reply: \'loved the story, come over this arv before Julian gets home, let\'s discuss it.\' Oh man.
But I did, I went straight over after work. \Brett,\ she told me, \that story was so hot.\
I must have beamed. \Really?\ I said.
\Oh yeah,\ said Gwen. \That was so. exquisite! And it was really warm, too: it was really tender and loving, hardly what you\'d call \'pornographic\'. It was beautiful. Well done,\ she praised. \You should work it into a book - that would be so hot.\
\Oh, thank you, Gwen,\ I smiled. \I\'m so glad you read it for me - I didn\'t have anyone else to ask, you know? I wasn\'t sure you\'d go for it.\
\No, I love that sort of stuff,\ she told me. \I\'ve got videos, you know.\
No, I didn\'t know that. \Videos?\ I echoed. \You mean. what, pornos?\
\Uh huh,\ she nodded, the very definition of transparent honesty. \I love them, I watch them all the time. I\'ve got a vibrator, too,\ she told me, as though it wasn\'t anything special.
I had to shuffle a bit in my chair. \You do?\ I asked.
\It\'s purple.\
I blinked - I\'d seen it. \What. that long, thin purple thing you keep standing on your dresser?\
Her eyes went wide. \You\'ve seen it?\ she cried - but she laughed at herself, all the same. \Oh man - I\'m leaving it out all the time, I just don\'t think! Julian gets so embarrassed, he puts it back in the drawer for me! No wonder you\'ve seen it,\ she grinned.
I was flabbergasted. I couldn\'t believe I was having this conversation with my best mate\'s wife - but at the same time, I was fascinated by her confession, utterly intrigued at the thought of Gwen watching pornos and treating herself with her vibrator. it was immensely arousing, and I just couldn\'t let it be. \Wow,\ was all I could say. \That\'s. Gwen, that\'s awesome! I never knew there are girls who like pornos and stuff! Man - Julian\'s got it pretty good,\ I couldn\'t help but reckon.
Gwen grinned. \Thanks, Brett,\ she said.
\I\'d love to watch one of those videos with you, you know,\ I confessed.
Her face fell at that. \I don\'t know.\ she said. \I don\'t think Julian would like that. We\'d have to ask him.\
\'Oh. Ah. Of course,\' I thought. I\'d gone too far; \'she\'s my mate\'s wife,\' I reminded myself. This was dangerous territory; time to retreat. \I\'m sorry,\ I said. \Never mind.\
So that was that, for a while. Maybe a month later, Gwen joined a volleyball team and she asked me to join too, to help make up the numbers. Julian couldn\'t play because it was too early in the evening, he was never home from the city by then. So we\'d carpool there together, and talk about random things: this, that and the other. She and Julian had just bought a new car, and she let me drive it - I was thrilled, being a bit of a car buff, and it made me think just that little more fondly of her that she\'d trust me with such a precious investment.
One night she was driving me home in their car, and we were flirting a bit - as we had been doing a while, more and more often, becoming more and more flirtatious starting the day I sent her my story. As we were driving along, I think I had said something along the lines of how much I wanted a piece of her - jokingly, of course. And she had laid a hand high on my thigh, stroking it in an encouraging, arousing fashion - again, jokingly of course. I had feigned righteous outrage, and slapped her hand away; she slapped my thigh in rebuke; I slapped her, she slapped me, and to break the repetitiveness I reached for one of the thin straps of her singlet top and reefed it down, exposing her bare shoulder.
I expected her to shout me down, and put the strap back. But she didn\'t; she left it hanging, and as we went over a bump in the road it fell a little further, the top peeling back to reveal a little more of her chest. \Are you gunna fix that?\ I asked.
\Nup,\ she said, simply.
\Why not?\
\Maybe I don\'t want to,\ she said. \Are you gunna fix it?\
\No,\ I informed her, my heart beating faster. \Maybe I don\'t want to, either.\
\Well,\ she said. \Maybe I don\'t want you to fix it.\
\Maybe?\ I asked.
\Maybe,\ she nodded. \Maybe.\ she added, \maybe I want you to pull it down a little further.\
\Oho,\ I said, as I became thankful for the darkness of the evening - otherwise the lump in my pants would have been plain to see. \Feeling a little exhibitionistic tonight, are we?\
\Maybe.\
\Well,\ I said. \If you want to show off the goods. maybe YOU should pull it down a little further.\
\No, I can\'t,\ she smiled. \I can\'t do it.\ And I knew she was speaking about Julian; she wouldn\'t actively do anything that might directly constitute unfaithfulness. \But you can.\
\Can I?\
\You can do whatever you want,\ she informed me, softly, suggestively, seriously. \Go on: pull it down. I want you to.\
My hand reached up without any real direction from my brain, but I stopped it as it gained a hold of her top. I thought hard, thought hard about why I shouldn\'t do it. Julian was my mate. A good mate, from a long way back. I was a groomsman at his wedding, for fuck\'s sake - his wedding to this woman, whom I was now laying inappropriate hands upon.
\Go on.\ she whispered. I couldn\'t believe her. Didn\'t she love him? What kind of woman was she? But, even as my hand starting pulling her top down, exposing more and more of the lovely, creamy white flesh of her chest, I thought: what kind of friend am I? What am I doing?
But I wanted to. I really wanted to. As the upper portion of her breast - still large, still fulsome - came into view I knew, yes, I had seen it before, we\'d been here before back in high school, there was no real advantage to doing this. But still I pulled her top down, and down, the backs of my fingers brushing lightly against the soft skin of her breast; before it came into view, I felt her nipple against my finger, hard and aroused. and as her chest heaved at my touch and she inhaled heavily with her arousal, the nipple and the breast rose hard against my hand.
I stopped. I pulled the top back into position, and fixed the strap to where it should have been. \I\'m sorry,\ I said quickly; I think we were both a little disappointed at where I stopped, but mightily relieved all the same. \I\'m sorry,\ I said again. \I\'m terrible, aren\'t I?\
\Yeah,\ she nodded. \But so am I.\ We pulled up at my place; she looked at me, and smiled sadly. \I won\'t tell if you won\'t,\ she said, softly.
I nodded, wholeheartedly. God I felt awful for what I had done - but I didn\'t want Julian to find out. I couldn\'t bear the thought of it.
She nodded too. \I\'m sorry,\ she said. \We won\'t let this happen again. See you next week?\
\See you next week,\ I smiled, and I left.
But I saw her sooner than that; when Friday came and the working week was dead and buried, my roommates had a few friends over and they brought tequila, a salt shaker, and a lemon. And for the first time in my young life, I shot tequila properly - licked the salt, shot the tequila quickly down the throat without hardly even tasting it, and sucked deep and hard on the lemon. And it went down like a dream; I felt emboldened, maddened with manly fortitude as I finally bested the tequila beast. \That\'s how it\'s done!\ I told the others. \I\'ve never shot it properly before! That slid down like it was nothing - I can hardly even feel it! Gimme another one!\
So I did too many shots. About six shots too many. And we went for a drunken stumble into town, down to the harbour, where the only good-looking girl among our group started throwing up all over the dock; \'fuck this,\' I thought, and I called Gwen. \Gwen!\ I cheered. \Whatcha up to?\
\Nothing,\ she stated, as a firm and flat fact. \Nothing at all. I\'m fucking bored - Julian\'s at a work function, he\'ll be gone all night. Can you come over?\
\I\'m there,\ I promised her. And I must have set a new record for a drunken power-walk across town, because I was in her living room in a flash.
She sized me up in next to no time: \You\'re smashed,\ she laughed.
\Yep!\ I confirmed. \Tequila,\ I added. \I finally learnt how to shoot it properly. But don\'t you go thinking you can take advantage of me,\ I added, warningly, but also perhaps as a suggested course of action to the contrary.
\Brett,\ she scolded. \What must you think of me?\
\Honestly,\ I said: \I think you\'re a total hottie.\
\Oh, thank you Brett,\ she smiled, classily. \You\'re fairly easy on the eyes yourself, you know,\ she added.
\You\'re too kind,\ I informed her. \You know, I\'m always thinking back to high school, and our little shenanigans. how you stripped off for me, that one time. man, that was awesome,\ I reminisced.
Gwen grinned in agreement. \I think about high school a lot, too,\ she told me. \A lot,\ she added, fixing me in the eye. \In fact, I seem to remember you had a really, really big cock.\
My whole being must have lit up with delight. \You thought it was big?\ I asked.
\Huge,\ she told me. \The biggest I\'d ever seen. Still the biggest I\'ve ever seen,\ she added, with a grin, and I saw her eyes flash down to my crotch - I think I was getting a drunken hard-on, but I didn\'t care.
\Now, careful what you say, Gwen,\ I told her. \Any more of this praise, and I just might whip it out for old time\'s sake.\
\You wouldn\'t,\ she goaded me. \You haven\'t got the guts.\
\Oh, I\'ve got the guts,\ I told her. \But you: you wouldn\'t dare lay eyes on it, you goody-two-shoes.\
\You reckon?\ she grinned.
\Okay!\ I said, and I sprang up. \We\'ll settle this; here\'s what I\'m gunna do. I\'m going to go into the kitchen, and open the fridge door -\
\Brett, no!\ she cried, laughing. \What are you going to do to my fridge?!\
\Naughty, naughty things,\ I said, moving quickly; she stayed on the couch, waiting to hear my plans. \I\'m going to open this fridge door, and get my cock out and hide it behind the door - and it\'s up to you to come and close the door, and decide if you want to see it yourself.\
She was up in a flash, as I positioned myself behind the fridge door; and with an enormous grin, she reached out and slammed the door shut. Her eyes fell to my crotch, and she pouted - \you haven\'t got it out!\ she observed.
\Well, no,\ I told her. \Of course not! Did you really think I was going to stick my cock in your fridge?\
\I wouldn\'t put it past you, Brett,\ she told me.
\Jeez,\ I said, as I headed back to the lounge. \Do you really want to see it, that bad?\
\Well, if you\'re gunna get it out, I wouldn\'t want to miss it,\ she said, with a wicked glint in her eye.
I turned to face her: that was encouragement enough. \Okay,\ I told her. \You\'ve got to be careful what you say now, Gwen. Any more of this talk and I\'m gunna do a strip-tease for you, right here and now.\
\Go for it,\ she said, with that awfully, wonderfully inviting grin of hers.
\'There it is,\' I thought. So as she sat before me, I remained drunkenly on my feet, and I began to strip. I bumped and grinded a little bit to an imaginary, sexy beat, unbuttoning my shirt with an accompanying gyration of my hips. She began to look hesitant, unsure, a tad guilty; but I was on a mission, I hadn\'t shown my cock to anyone for months since my last break-up and I wanted to show myself to her. To someone. To anyone - I was in the grip of a tequila-fuelled bout of exhibitionism, and there was no stopping me.
My shirt came off, followed by my belt; I was aware of the flatness of my stomach, the tightness of my favoured pair of pants flattering my strong hips and thighs, and they also showed off the growing mound in my jocks. She couldn\'t tear her eyes away; they ran up and down my body, lingering longingly on my gorging, trapped member, and she couldn\'t help but lick her drying lips just slightly. It spurred me on, and I unbuckled my pants; I turned, allowing her a view of my arse as I removed the pants, and then pulled the rear of my jocks down slowly, showing her the bare flesh of my buttocks. I turned to face her again; her legs were wide, her hands toying unconsciously through her jeans high up along her sensitive inner thighs, her eyes fixed on my partially-exposed crotch: my jocks were pulled low, very low, and all that remained hidden was my cock and my balls.
Here I stopped; it was time to give her an out, I thought. \Should I keep going?\ I asked.
She wasn\'t smiling; she wasn\'t happy; she even looked a little unhappy. But her hands were still hovering about her crotch, and I could hardly believe it as she said: \You\'ve come this far. you may as well.\
I grinned, and whipped my jocks to the floor, letting my pride stand tall. It was huge; it nearly set a record for me, it stood at perhaps ten inches, rock hard and throbbing visibly. \So.\ I said, as she said and did nothing. \What do you think?\
She stared at it, mouth slightly agape, her fingers ever so close to her own crotch. She finally tore her eyes away from the monstrous thing, to look up at me: \It\'s beautiful,\ was all she could say.
I grinned. \Thanks, love!\ I said, and I took a seat right next to her, bare naked and cock nearly bursting at the seams.
She sat tall, nervous and perhaps uncomfortable as I sat so near, so naked. \So.\ she asked, tremulously. \What are you gunna do now?\
I blinked; I hadn\'t thought this far ahead. \Well,\ I said, \I could finish the show.\ and I reached down to grab a hold of my cock. \I reckon I just might beat myself off for you. would that be good? Would you like to watch me come?\
She said nothing. I don\'t know if it was her reaction, or lack thereof, or if it was some guilty reaction of my own, or if it was just the six-plus shots of tequila galloping in to save the day - but my stomach turned, almost immediately.
\Actually.\ I said. \Excuse me.\ And I left hurriedly, going to the bathroom and throwing up mightily. She brought me my clothes and some water, without a word, and left me to it; I don\'t remember much thereon, until I woke up at some ungodly hour the next morning, curled up beside the basin. I dressed myself and left their home, feeling wretchedly sick - from both the alcohol and the guilt. \'Julian had probably come home,\' I thought - \'did he see me? Did he know I was there, naked in his bathroom?\'
A week of uncertainty passed, until I bumped into Gwen by accident, down at the Uni. She was all smiles, her usual friendly self; it was encouraging, but I still felt awful, so I apologised. \What for?\ she asked. \It was so funny!\
I frowned; that\'s not how I remembered her reaction. \You think so?\
\Yeah - it was hilarious! Julian laughed so much when I told him,\ she grinned.
My stomach turned again. \Oh. uhh. really? You told him?\
\Yeah!\ There was no hiding my expression of horror, so she fixed me with a \'come on, lighten up\' look. \Brett: it was funny. You were drunk and smashed - you couldn\'t help it. It was just a bit of fun,\ she decreed. \It didn\'t mean anything.\
\Well.\ I said; that\'s not exactly how I remembered it going, or how I remembered it felt. but I was glad for an out, I was glad for the excuses she gave me - however flimsy. \I\'m glad you think so,\ I told her. \Thanks, Gwen. I appreciate your understanding.\
\Hey: that\'s what friends are for,\ she said, slapping me on the backside playfully as we walked side-by-side towards her next class. \I\'m sure if I got smashed and stripped for you, you\'d forgive me.\
\Almost instantly,\ I promised her, and she laughed. So it seemed all was hunky-dory between me and Gwen once more; still, I wasn\'t sure how I could face Julian again.
But face him I did, the very next weekend, as all of our friends got together at his and Gwen\'s place for his twenty-first birthday party. When I saw him he laughed at me, and mimed the playing of a trumpet as he sang out a bawdy stripper\'s song; I hung my head and raised my hands in defeat. He had reacted far better than I imagine I would have in his position. A top bloke, our Julian; a better man than me.
All of our old friends from school were there, and Julian got right into this nerdy fantasy card-playing game that they all used to play when they were twelve years old and which they had never grown out of. But I was never into that sort of thing - I was far cooler than that when I was young, I played with miniature army men thank you very much - so I sat with Gwen and a few other card-game refugees as we got into the wine, and things started getting a little messy.
It started out not too badly. Gwen and I sat close together on one side of the dinner table, as we chatted with a couple of mates who sat opposite; unbeknownst to them, Gwen laid her hand on top of my thigh under the table. My cock reacted instantly, slithering slowly like a serpent as it grew and filled the spare space in my jocks; I gave no reaction above the table, carefully nodding and listening as our friends yammered on about something-or-other (funny what stays in your mind and what goes, after time), but below the table I reciprocated, laying a hand on Gwen\'s bare thigh - she was wearing short-shorts, and a small tight singlet top too, and she\'d even gone for a horrible orange spray-tan before the party too. She was a classy one, no doubt.
And as further glasses of wine were imbibed, as the nerdy card game continued without pause and Gwen\'s husband continued to ignore her, we became friskier. My fingers began wandering upon her skin - not very far, just about the topside and only slightly around to the inside of her thigh: all fairly innocent, though my fingers roamed quite high upon her leg, nearly at the hem of her hot-pants. Her fingers roamed too, stroking and tickling my upper-inner thigh in a surprisingly personal fashion - it\'s just your leg, you\'d reckon, until someone goes and touches it lightly, teasingly, suggestively. It was a testament to the quality of my jeans that my cock didn\'t tear them to shreds beneath that table.
More wine was consumed, and she grew bolder. We were swapping joking jibes, and I took my barbed repartee a little too far; she responded by grabbing her wine and upending it in my lap. \What. hey. no!\ I cried, causing a scene, and everyone looked up to see Gwen tipping the last of her wine into my lap. \Jeez,\ I said, unimpressed: the cold white wine cascading over my crotch had cooled my ardour quite effectively.
\Everything alright, babes?\ Julian asked, frowning.
\He had it coming, dear,\ she informed him.
He thought on it, and shrugged. \Fair \'nuff,\ he decreed, and they all got back into their nerdy card game. Our friends across the table thought it prudent to venture to a safer distance, lest I retaliate in kind and the wine began to rain, so I took the opportunity to fix her in the eye.
\Why the fuck did you do that?\ I demanded of her.
\Because I want you to take your pants off again,\ she shrugged, with a wicked grin. \Go on. give the crowd a thrill.\
I couldn\'t believe her. She wanted me to strip off again - and with everyone here? Tipsy though I was, it took more than a half-flagon of wine to turn me into a drunken stripper - and there was no tequila to be seen. \Sorry, love,\ I told her, with a growing naughty smile of my own - \private shows only.\
She smiled with delight. \I think you left a pair of pants in our car, after volleyball,\ she said, quite loudly - louder than was necessary. \Do you want to go and get changed?\
\Um, yeah, good idea,\ I muttered, hoping we weren\'t being watched by all.
\I\'d better come with you to unlock the car,\ she went on, loud enough for all to hear. \We can\'t trust you with the keys - you\'d probably go for a hoon!\
\Probably,\ I agreed, and so we made our not-so-innocent exit. I cast a quick eye over the group as we did so; they had all heard, and though no-one looked right at us or said anything, no-one looked terribly impressed - Julian especially so. \'Crap,\' I thought. \'Not good.\'
We went downstairs to the garage, and we opened the door and put it down behind us, pausing only to switch on a light. I checked the door - \It can\'t be locked from inside, can it?\ I asked.
\No,\ she said. \Why would you want to lock it?\ she asked, knowing the answer full well.
I ignored her, looking instead to the window at the far end of their single garage. \And there\'s a window there,\ I mulled. It looked on to the blank wall of the building opposite; still, someone could walk up to it and see inside.
\What are you thinking, Brett?\ Gwen asked, as she moseyed up, to stand very near. \What do you want to do?\
I looked her up and down. God, how I wanted her. Her clothes were tacky, and she was sloppily-drunk, and she looked like an oompa-loompa with that stupid orange tan - but I yearned for her, all the same. The chemistry that we had shared, for years and years, reared its ugly head; it wasn\'t supposed to be, her and I, it was never supposed to be and it shouldn\'t be now, but there was no denying that I felt the urge, and she felt it too. I stepped in even closer, right into her space; she nestled up against me, and I had to turn my hips slightly so she wasn\'t impaled on my raging hard cock.
\Oh Brett.\ she murmured, and I felt her grind her crotch against my leg; her arms were about me, her hands up and down my back. \God, you\'ve got such a good body.\
\'Poor Julian,\' I thought. It was nice to hear I had a good body, but he was a paunchy-type, not terribly easy on the eye and a bit gormless when it came to fashion, and romance, keeping wives happy and such. Thinking of him, I stopped myself from touching Gwen, from rubbing against her like she did against me, from pressing my achingly-hard cock against her - though I dearly would have liked to let her feel how huge, how hard she made me, I knew if I did there would be no stopping us, it would go all the way. And I just couldn\'t do that.
I stepped back, and looked at her. \We shouldn\'t do this, should we?\ I said.
She looked at me. \We shouldn\'t,\ she agreed. \But why are we here?\
I sighed. \Because I\'m a bad person,\ I said. \Gwen: I\'d better go home. Tell Julian I\'m sorry.\
I did go home. But she did more than tell Julian I was sorry; she told him all we had got up to in their garage, and she pinned the blame on me and me alone. I received an email from her shortly afterwards: she told me how disappointed and upset both she and Julian were at my actions, how a true friend would never let anything like that come about, and how it would be better if I just stayed away. I was so upset at myself that I shouldered all of the blame; I knew she was in the wrong, just as much as I, but I couldn\'t bring myself to point it out, to risk upsetting Julian further. I figured it was better for him to be angry just at me, than to be upset with his wife as well; so I left them alone.
For a while. A few months passed, then Gwen emailed me again, asking how I was and what was going on. We got to talking again via email, and we established how much we missed each other, and how sad and sorry we were that it had come to this. I asked if we could start again, if they could forgive me; Gwen, in all her infinite patience and love (sarcasm intended), said they\'d forgive me and let me back into their lives. Why I was so hung up on her I\'ll never know; I know now there are so many more fish in the sea, and I\'m sure I knew it then too. Why didn\'t I go look for a bird of my own? Why was I so fixated on Gwen?
But back I went. At first I tried to do right, only going to see the both of them; Julian was quite magnanimous, much to his credit, happy to treat me as though I\'d never done him wrong. One time the three of us went to a nightclub, and Gwen and I sat and watched all the sweet young ladies walking by, and we rated their sexiness - Gwen showing a bit of a bi-sexual bent as she drooled over the lovelies with me, which of course was incredibly arousing. Julian didn\'t say much; he seemed content to watch as his wife told us how sexy she thought all these women were, and which ones she wished she could bed. It was quite a turn-on, I have to admit. I didn\'t go talk to any of the other ladies, though - more\'s the pity.
As time went by, Julian dropped out of the picture again; their marriage was straining under its own faults, and he was avoiding her more and more, staying back at work or going drinking in the city more and more often - and so I was summoned to keep Gwen entertained in his absence, more and more often. Our flirting picked up again, rebuilding slowly; there was simply no helping it, she was \'hot to trot\', she was so openly sexual and vivacious and I found it so alluring, I simply couldn\'t keep away. We would sit next to each other on the couch, snuggling close; sometimes we would even lie together, and our legs would intertwine, and her leg would rub very obviously against my crotch so she could feel me getting hard. And I said nothing; we both said nothing and it went no further, and that\'s why it was so hot.
One evening, sans-Julian, Gwen messaged me out of the blue and asked me to come down to the pub. She went out for a drink or two, once a month, with her old ex-boyfriend Greg - my old mate, the one Gwen and I had messed around with behind his back all those years ago back at school, without him ever finding out. I don\'t know why she kept stringing him along; he was a depressing kind of character, a bit of a \'pity-whore\', and she didn\'t really enjoy her time alone with him. Maybe she did it out of guilt, of pity? If she really felt sorry for him she should have let him be, let him get on with his life. He still pined for her, plain as day.
But I digress: she had messaged me and asked me to rescue her. I came and joined them, and we had a few drinks together; once again, she and I found ourselves close together across a table from him, and lo and behold: there was her hand in my lap. I couldn\'t help but be aroused; here he was, Greg, the very bloke we had fooled around on back in high school, and he sat opposite us unknowing as we fondled each other, right in his face. He couldn\'t see us doing it, he sat too close and he was too preoccupied whinging about the sorry state of his life; eventually he must have sensed something, or perhaps he saw a reflection in the window behind us, because he abruptly said he\'d better leave us two to enjoy ourselves. We walked him to his car, all the same, and then we went back to her place.
We were drunk. And we were horny. We both knew what we were doing; we weren\'t going to confess to it or even think too hard on it, but it was plain to see. We were going to fuck. I was finally going to get my go with Gwen, and she was finally going to work her vicious little magic on me. And we could both hardly wait.
We sat in our customary position on the couch, flirting like crazy. She told me she was wearing \'chicken fillets\': tan-coloured silicon inserts, which she slipped over her breasts into her top to make her C-cups look like D-cups, and she reckoned they provided the support of a bra so she didn\'t have to wear one. \Here: feel them,\ she added, grabbing my hand, and without any say in it (though I didn\'t protest too much) she laid my hand on her padded breast. \How\'s that?\ she grinned. \Feels pretty real, eh?\
\Feels good,\ I nodded, awkwardly. \You sure you got anything in there? They feel just like the real thing.\
\Course I do!\ she chastised, and to prove it she reefed down her top: there it was, a tan-coloured chicken fillet, perched atop her left breast.
\Cor,\ I said.
\I thought you\'d like to see that,\ she nodded, with a smile. \I\'m just going to take them off - they\'re a bit hot.\ She ambled off to her room; I sat there for half a minute, in indecision, aware that she hadn\'t locked or even shut her door. Eventually I couldn\'t hold myself back any longer, and I sprang up, running to stick my head in to watch.
I was a tad too late; she was just putting her top back into place, tying it in a loose bow behind her neck. \Brett!\ she scolded. \Get out of here! I need to change my pants,\ she added, unzipping her fly.
\I\'m not going anywhere,\ I informed her, with a combative grin.
She looked at me, pausing for a moment; then she shrugged. \Oh well.\ she said, and she dropped her pants, revealing a very nice pair of frilly red knickers.
\Nice briefs,\ I approved - I\'ve always loved red knickers.
\They\'re V-bangers,\ she corrected me.
\V-bangers? Like a G-string?\ I clarified. \Show me!\
\No!\ she laughed.
\Go on.\ I entreated. \You\'ve seen far more of me recently.\ She looked at me, grinning; finally she relented, turning around to show me her bared buttocks framed by the V-string, shapely and comely.
I whistled. \Nice arse,\ praised I. \Now go on: take the rest off.\
She laughed again, stepping into some plain pyjama pants. \Don\'t tempt me, Brett,\ she said, with that sultry look that always made my balls twitch ever so slightly.
So we rejoined the couch, and the flirting began anew. We joked and jibed, and laughed and play-wrestled; in response to some cutting remark, I reached for the tied straps of her top behind her neck - the only thing keeping her top up. \Don\'t make me undo the bow,\ I said; I thought I felt a knot, and so I frowned. \Oh - you knotted it up tight, did you?\
\No, I just tied a loose bow,\ she said, fairly obviously. And encouragingly.
I was never one to shirk away from encouragement, and with a naughty grin I pulled the bow; the straps came undone, and I held them up myself, pulling the top slightly and threateningly away from her - just enough to reveal the sides of her breasts. \Now,\ I said. \Care to retract your last remark?\
\What\'ll you do if I don\'t?\ she purred.
\You know perfectly well,\ I told her.
\Do I?\ she asked, daringly. \I don\'t think you will. I don\'t think you have the gumption.\
My eyebrows raised, amusedly. \I haven\'t the gumption, you say? Well -\ and with that, I let her top drop and it fell all the way to her waist, revealing those lovely, firm round breasts that had hardly changed in the years I\'d seen them last.
As her top fell, she gasped with surprise and delight, which made her breasts rise and fall most alluringly. \Brett!\ she squealed. \Damn you!\ She dived into me, tits out and swinging, thumping her fists against my chest; I laughed at her pitiful blows, gathered her up and pushed her backwards and down onto the couch to subdue her.
We stopped, and beheld each other shortly. This was it; we were there, we ought not to have been there, but we were and there was no denying what we were both there to do. She had left the door wide open, as it were: she had riled me up by making me feel her breasts, she had taken the inserts out to give me unfettered access, and she had even tied her top only loosely to challenge me, to dare me to undo it and let it fall. She looked into my eyes, and I into hers; we knew it wasn\'t right, that it shouldn\'t be, but we also knew we weren\'t going to stop. It was going to happen.
And happen it did. I kissed her, finally, after all these years; I gathered her up and I kissed her, long and longingly and - surprisingly - for the very first time. I felt a tide of long-withheld, pent-up desires simply flood out of my brain and into my hips; my cock was long and hard, I pinned it against her and she pushed herself against it, wanting it, needing it.
Our clothes served no other purpose than to be in the way, so we rid ourselves of them, replaying my strip tease in fast-forward as I pulled it all off and flung it away, to be followed by the top from round her waist and the pyjama pants and that alluring, tantalising V-string - all gone. We writhed together, naked and horny, grabbing and fondling each other; I reached down and laid my fingers directly and without ceremony on her clit, that very same clit which had been the first I\'d ever touched, which I had rubbed clumsily at the cinemas and very nearly - but never quite, because she\'d make me stop - very nearly made her come. I touched it now, years later, with far greater experience, delicacy and care; it drove her crazy, and in the shortest of time she was coming, she was finally coming for me, I had finally made her come like I had yearned to do since such a young age, and she came with a frenzy as she grabbed at my cock and pulled at it savagely, raking her nails over my balls and around across my buttocks.
She was done for now, she had come quite enough; \I have to suck you,\ she told me, gasping heavily from her exertions. \I have to have your cock in my mouth. I\'ve wanted it for so long, oh God I wanna suck you.\
I wasn\'t going to tell her no, so we rearranged ourselves; I lay on the couch and she kneeled on the floor over me, and she got right into it, not stopping to lick or nibble or tease - she swallowed me whole, hungrily and greedily. She drove her mouth up and down on my cock like a piston, hard and fast, rough and without remorse; it felt fantastic, incredible, and I knew now that Julian was indeed a lucky man. I felt a twinge of guilt, but only for a second; her mouth felt incredible, simulating the feel and action of a hot wet cunt with precision. \I\'m gunna come if you keep that up.\ I warned her.
\Good,\ she mumbled around a mouthful of my meat. \I want it.\ That was most encouraging to hear, so I lay back and let it build; it pooled and charged at the base of my cock, I could feel it right by my perineum, and as if she could sense it she reached in and stroked me right there, expertly, fantastically. I had never known a girl who knew enough to do that, and it drove me wild, raising my threshold ten-fold as my pleasure built and mounted but wouldn\'t come, and I gasped and moaned and finally I came with an almighty bellow, pumping both barrel-loads over the back of her throat. She took it without missing a beat, driving up and down on me even as I came, and she drank me up, milking me and swallowing it down.
Finally I was spent, and I wasn\'t sure I had any more in me. \Your turn,\ she instructed.
\My turn?\ I echoed; a grin sprouted. \Oh good.\ Man, how I love going down on women. It is such a turn-on for me: the taste, the feel, the view. and as we swapped positions and she lay back on the couch, spreading her legs to me and proudly displaying her hot, wet, glistening cunt, I felt my ardour returning.
I descended on it eagerly, determined to lap up every sweet drop of her nectar. She shuddered full-length, top-to-toe with pleasure as my mouth fell on her pussy and I tongued her deeply, intermittently withdrawing to run little figures-of-eight about her rock-hard clit - a technique I had in past times with past women been assured was a winner, and which was proving most popular with Gwen. She bucked beneath me, unconsciously trying to pull her pussy away from my tingling, unbearable ministrations - but I wouldn\'t let her go, I grabbed her by her curvy hips and held her in place as I lapped at her hot, sweet cunt.
Gwen\'s orgasms were never very far away, by her own admission - back when we were still only flirting and talking about sex and stuff, she once told me she came seventeen times in one sitting, which I had found to be amazing and incredibly alluring. Nothing pleases me more than to make a woman come; it is a surprisingly rare talent, the women in my life often telling me that none of their prior lovers had ever even bothered to try to please them. So hearing that Gwen was a multiple-multiple-comer certainly hadn\'t helped me in trying to keep my hands off her; and now, with my tongue seeking out the hottest and sweetest of her juices from deep within her cunt, she came for me again, and kept coming, and came again, and again, gasping and writhing and screaming as I refused to give in, keeping at her as my cock gradually grew harder, longer and stronger once again.
Finally she could stand no more, and she begged and screamed for me to give her a break, and I grudgingly relented. But not for long; as she fought to catch her breath again, I showed her that my pride had returned.
\Fucking hell,\ she panted. \Do you ever stop?\
\For you: never,\ I told her. I gathered her up in my arms, and I pinned her against a nearby wall; she squealed with surprise and delight as the cold plaster pressed against her back and buttocks, and she fixed me with a shared, wicked grin as we looked at each other and we sank slowly, inexorably towards the forbidden. Towards that which we had both resolved never to do, both promised ourselves we would go without.
Our first touch was incredible. The hotness, the wetness that I felt with the very tip of my cock was unlike any other cunt I had ever felt or known - she was like a furnace, she was so hot she very nearly burned me. Our eyes went wide, and we looked at each other; this was so new to us both. We were no virgins, no sir, we had both known our fair share of fucking - but this was entirely, completely different for the both of us: her intense heat; my sheer girth, as my cock strained with unknown reserves and set a new record once again; it was just something else, something entirely different. It was, I knew, because I was about to fuck my best friend\'s wife. I was finally about to get what I had always wanted, what I had wanted because I could not have it.
Slowly, most carefully, she settled upon me; her mouth opened noiselessly as I impaled her, as the cruel width of my cock separated her and parted her delicate depths. It kept going, and going, up and up and up; eventually she found the hilt, and we were in, we were together. We had done it.
\Brett.\ she breathed, looking at me with newfound amazement. \I\'ve never known anything like this.\
I fixed her with a look. \Get ready.\ I advised.
Her eyes widened some more as she guessed at what was coming. She almost whimpered with anticipation until slowly, gently, I eased back and forth, just once. The enormous area of contact between us - all of my cock, and almost all of her cunt - every portion of it transmitted a litany of pleasure, and we both shuddered uncontrollably as we were very nearly overwhelmed, there and then, at the first stroke.
\Oh.\ she gasped. \Oh.\ she said again. \Oh my. oh, oh Brett. do it again,\ she instructed. I obliged. \Oh.\ she reiterated; I did it again, a longer stroke this time, faster. \Ohh.\ she breathed, quivering, on the brink. I did it again, and again, and again; she trembled, she moaned, she yelled, and as I drove onwards she came and she yelled and she screamed and she came and came and came.
We fucked for hours. I had never before shown such stamina, nor ever since; she came countless times and so did I, filling her with my hot white load time after time. We moved all over the apartment, doing it in every room, in every position - the kitchen, the dining table, the spare bedroom, the bathroom, their bedroom; I felt bad when I bent her over the bed she shared with Julian and obliged her demands: \Fuck me,\ she growled, bent right over and presenting her puckering asshole in the ultimately submissive position, \fuck me hard. fuck me in the arse! Fuck my arse hard, Brett! Fuck my arse!\
And so I did; slick with her cunt juices, I fed my aching cock into her arse and she moaned, she yelled, and I could hear her pain; I asked her if it was what she really wanted, and she said yes, she wanted it, she wanted the punishment, she wanted me to hurt her and punish her and to fuck her arse with my enormous cock. And so I did; it was my first time doing anal, it felt new and incredible as her tight little ring squeezed and grasped all along the length of my cock as I fed it in and out, and it was a little confronting and shamefully arousing as she suffered the pain and she even sobbed and shed tears as my unforgiving girth ravaged her puckering hole and I shot yet another load deep inside her.
We hit the shower after that, cleansing ourselves even as we kept at each other: I fingered her, fucking her with my fingers as she soaped my dirty cock and moaned and screamed, scrubbing me clean so we could fuck again. We ran back to their bed, soaking wet, not bothering with any towels: we leapt upon the bed and crawled and writhed over each other, fingering each others\' anuses, licking and sucking at all of our erogenous zones; I even tongued her cleaned, soapy arse and she came instantly, shuddering and hollering and demanding simultaneously that I \stop! Don\'t stop! Stop, no don\'t stop! Aaaa-ughhhh.\ as my tongue flicked about her puckering, ravaged hole that was still punched open, winking at me as I teased it and as I plunged two fingers into her cunt, making her come ever harder.
We treated each other terribly, shamefully; punishing ourselves and each other as we kept going, fucking, sucking, fingering each other on the bed that she shared with Julian, with her husband. The vibrator was there, and we were merciless; I plunged it in and out of her cunt and kept her coming for an eternity, wanking myself as I did, coming with a grunt and spurting all over her and all over their bed - I came all over her stomach, her tits, spurting madly in her face and hair; she gathered up every last drop with her fingers and she ate it all up, hungrily and greedily, then she wrested the vibrator from me and punished me with it, pushing it roughly into my tight virginal anus as I cried out, but told her not to stop; it was slick with her never-ending juices, and she fucked me, she fucked my arse with her slim purple vibrator, holding the base of it to her hips so she could thrust into me and fuck my arse like I had fucked hers, and she reached around to tug long and hard at my cock until I came yet again, coming hard with almost nothing left to ejaculate, crying at the exquisitely combined pain and ecstasy as the drying vibrator tore and ravaged me where I\'d never been touched before, coming with a burning, shameful fire.
I don\'t know how or when it ended, or after how long. We may well have collapsed mid-fuck for all I know, collapsing on the wet, jizz-stained covers of their marital bed. We gave no thought to whether Julian was coming home that night; it didn\'t seem to matter, somehow. He didn\'t, fortunately enough. I found out later that he had been so down about his marriage and drinking so hard that night, he fell asleep on the train and woke up the next morning in a rail holding yard, testament to the thoroughness of the rail service\'s cleaning staff.
Their marriage didn\'t last much longer. He never found out what she and I did together, and to each other; it was our unspoken agreement, Gwen and I, that our shared shame would never be known by anyone else. I didn\'t see her much after that, and frankly I didn\'t want to. We had packed a lifetime\'s worth of mindless, depraved fucking into that one night. We had done everything we could think of, and tried a few things that we were likely to never try again. The way I heard the story, one day Gwen came home from Uni to find her bags packed: \You never treated me right,\ Julian told her as he helped her leave his life.
\That\'s okay,\ I\'m told she replied. \You didn\'t treat me that well either.\
True enough, on both counts. They were both young and stupid; she was his first love, his first shag, he should never have proposed to her in the first place. She treated him terribly, and he neglected her, and the one fed the other. I don\'t know why he had been so keen to marry her. Maybe he had seen how all of her other relationships had ended, and thought that by making her his wife he could preclude a terrible ending. He was wrong, as it so obviously has turned out.
I don\'t talk to her anymore. Julian has since remarried; I have even gotten married myself. He and I are still good friends, serving each other as groomsmen at both of our recent weddings; and back in the days after their separation, I was instrumental in helping him get over her - he did it tough for a while, he had even been calling her up and begging her to take him back. She had that effect on people, sometimes. But she never did, thankfully; and so he moved on, and so did I. She calls one or the other of us, every now and again - I don\'t receive her calls very warmly though. She reminds me of my lowest low, my failing as a friend and a decent human being; though I lack the courage to confess it to Julian or to anyone else bar yourself, dear reader, I have the rest of my life to try to redeem myself, and I only hope I can do some good in my life to make up for my awful indiscretion.
Even so, sometimes on a lonely night when I\'m free to pleasure myself, I find my mind returning to Gwen as I masturbate, and I dwell on that which we shared and that which we did - and it makes me come hard, really hard. It\'s not that I miss her, or want her on any civilised, cerebral level; I do want her, though it\'s a guttural, animalistic, prehistoric thing, a strong subhuman bond that I have with Gwen. By all standards of rational thought, I hate what I did with her and I hate myself for doing it with her; but the part of me that exists below conscious thought, the part that acts without thinking, wants without wishing - it\'s that part that misses her, remembers what we had with fondness, and will never forget her.
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