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#101 | Posted: 2 Nov 2011 12:35

"We'll Do Your Mom First," I Said 10




When he finally came out of the bathroom minutes later he found me cock deep in his mom. I'd told myself I'd just try it out. And then, once in, I'd been afraid to move. It was better than good.

"Take it out," he told me when he saw what I was doing. Knowing that if I didn't I'd cum in her I pulled it out.

"I'm going to fuck her tits," I told my friend as my cock slipped free.

"What if she wakes?" They were just words, we were both long past any worry about his mom waking.

There are things you do in life you'll never forget no matter how long you live. Sliding my penis, still sticky with cunt juice, back and forth between Mrs. White's breasts is one of those things. I didn't last long. But it didn't matter because it felt so fucking good.

The two of us washed Kevin's mom after I'd finished. Cleaned every strand and every drop of the sperm I'd spurted out. I'd gently washed her lips, removing that last drop of cum I'd squeezed out and down onto them. And when we'd finished we replaced her panties and negligee and placed her under her sheet.

***

"Do you think we're going to go to hell?" Kevin's voice. It had echoed up from his bed a half hour later. Neither of us had fallen asleep.

"She belongs to us now Kev," I answered.

"But what about dad?"

"He's old. He's away so much. Your mother needs us."

"He can't find out," came back from Kev. It was a plea to the gods as much as instructions to me.

"They hardly ever have sex. You felt how wet she was, how ready. Even when she's sleeping."

"Still--"

"Your dad uses viagara."

"He does?" How--"

"I saw it in his medicine cabinet. He needs us as much as your mom does. If we don't do it he'll lose her to somebody else."

"But--"

"When we're at the cottage we'll do it. We're going to have more than two weeks alone with her. We're going to make her happy Kev. We're going to fuck your mom."

"At the cottage? Both of us? Without drugging her?"

"Then when we get home, in August when your parents are in Paris, then we're going to do my mom. We've got to learn everything before we leave for school."

"I thought the plan called for us to hire call girls or prostitutes."

"It'll be better with women we love and who love us."

"But your mom and dad are ... more in love ... you're dad's younger," Kevin stammered out into the darkness.

"I think they're having problems," I answered.

Ashley Saturday

"So who are you guys taking to the prom anyway?" Looking up I saw the three girls in my doorway. It was two days after Kevin and I had drugged his mother.

"We're not going," Kevin answered after he realized I wasn't going to say a word.

"That's stupid," Ashley announced as she stepped inside. Her friends followed.

"Especially after all the work we did," Caitlyn added.

"Yeah, what are you guys going to do? Stay home and look at dirty movies on your computers?" Brianna contributed. Then all three started to natter. Sixteen year old girls can be more than irritating. I was prepared to wait them out but Kev folded.

"We don't have dates."

"Duh! You have to ask someone, that's how it works," Caitlyn said in a voice that easily conveyed her distain for not only us but the whole of the male race.

Again Kevin couldn't refuse the bait. "It's too late. I mean who'd go with us? Everyone's already got a date. Crikey, it's next week. Everyone thinks we're losers." Ashley smiled as she heard his words, recognizing the look I knew immediately she had something up her sleeve.

"I talked to Monica today, she told me there are four or five girls that don't have dates that would love to go with you."

"Monica Evans? You talked to Monica Evans?" Kev asked. Her name certainly got our attention. Monica Evans was the head cheerleader, the best looking girl in the senior class, and the odds on favorite to be named Prom Queen. She was one of the recurring main players in both of our wet dreams.

Watching Ashley I knew that if I didn't act immediately we were going to end up going to the prom with who knew what. "Hey, you're not going Ash," I quickly interjected, trying to forestall hearing who she'd plotted to set us up with.

"Sophomores can't go to the Senior Prom Will," Caitlyn informed me.

"Unless they go with a senior," I corrected.

"Here are the names Monica gave me," Ash said, clearly trying to get back to her game plan.

"Ash could be Kevin's date," I said.

"Who can?" Brianna asked. I'd also got Kevin's attention.

Ashley immediately realized I was trying to escape her manipulations. "I have a boyfriend Will. Besides, someone going to Princeton certainly would never even consider going to his senior prom with a mere sophomore. It wouldn't be appropriate."

"I'd go with you Ash." Kev said enthusiastically. I figured my suggestion and his offer would send the girls packing in retreat.

"And what about Will?" my sister asked. She clearly wasn't ready to throw in the towel yet.

"Well, I could double date with you," I offered with a smug smile.

"If you're going to double date with us you'd need to have a date you idiot." We all probably would have laughed off the whole thing if I hadn't said what I said next. Kev and I would have escaped whatever girls Ashley had planned for us and we'd have not gone to the dance. But the troublemaker in me let it slip out.

"No, you're probably right Ash, girls your age really aren't old enough for a senior prom." Immediately the faces of all three clouded up. But before any of them could say a word, Kev, clearly inspired, and who definitely had liked the idea of dating my sister, came up with the one killer comment that sealed the deal.

"I hear Karen Miller's going, but of course she's more mature than most sophomores."

"She's what?" Caitlyn almost shrieked.

"She's a slut," Brianna said with scorn. My sister, silent, sat fuming and looked like she was going to explode. Karen Miller was Ashley's one contender for the crown of the best looking and most popular sophomore in the school.
     
#102 | Posted: 2 Nov 2011 12:41 | Edited By: jems007

"We'll Do Your Mom First," I Said 11




"She's going with that jerk Billy," Ash finally hissed through gnashed teeth.

"Still," I said. I could see the decision as it formed in my sister's eyes.

"You're going to be my date Kevin," she announced.

"I am?" Kevin couldn't keep the happiness out of his voice.

"And Will, I personally am going to get you a date from this list whether you like it or not," she threatened.

"I told you I'd double date with you," I answered amicably.

"And I tried to explain that double dating would require that you acquire a date." Her words were delivered fairly aggressively.

"No, I meant I'll double date with both Brianna and Caitlyn. If they'll go with me."

"You can't take two dates to the prom."

"Why not?" I asked as I looked at Bri and Caitlyn.

And so, after arguments back and forth, it was decided. The five of us would attend the prom. Notwithstanding who their dates were, the girls, once they'd accepted, were obviously delighted.

Going to the senior prom, even if it meant going with Kev and I, was a coup.

"Now, we have a hundred things to do to organize," Ashley announced once the decision had been made.

"We do?" Kev asked. Bri and Caitlyn quickly started to list them: Hair, gown, corsages, shoes, tux, limo, nails, tickets, etc., etc.

"And we'll have to arrange getting invited to the right parties," sis added.

"What parties?" Kevin asked. I wasn't sure I wanted to know.

"We'll tell you later, we don't have time right now," Ash answered. Seconds later the three had swept out of my room in a sea of excited chatter.

Natalie's Dance Lessens

At about ten-thirty that night Kevin called. He had one question. "Can you dance?" Fuck! Of course neither of us could.

It was however one of the items we'd highlighted on our 'get ready for Princeton' list. Item C 1: Learn to dance.

Next to that item on my master list I'd written in pencil: hire a professional? from where? Later on I'd added: Natalie from strip club?

Natalie was a sweet young girl. A sweet stripper? Yes she was. At least that was my impression from our one fleeting previous encounter. Well, it wasn't that fleeting I suppose. She'd given both Kevin and I two lap dances each when we'd visited the 'Lady Pussycat' emporium of drinks and dances some four weeks earlier. Using fake ID's, we'd talked our way into the club on one of our dateless Fridays just weeks after we'd started our planning sessions. We justified it as being an important, fact finding, part of our research.

And Natalie had talked to us the whole time she'd danced for us. Perched on a stool between first Kevin's legs and then mine she'd somehow managed to put the two nervous high schoolers at ease. And she hadn't treated us like kids even though we quickly admitted under her questioning that we were high school seniors. And she didn't rush away the second she'd finished.

She'd just finished her second year of university. She was beautiful. First 'live' tits we'd ever seen. And could she dance! This we'd observed when she'd been up on stage. When we finally worked up enough courage to ask one of the girls to dance for us, we'd chosen her.

And so, when I'd got home from the club that night, I'd written her name on my list as a potential dance instructor.

Which was why, when I'd hung up my call with Kevin the night we'd agreed to go to the prom, I put on some jeans, grabbed my wallet and after borrowing mom's car, set out for the club. Not sure how I'd be received I decided not to tell Kev my plan.

"Hey you," she said as she sidled up to me. There was a friendly smile on her face. I figured there was no way she'd remember me.

"Will? It's Will right?" Then she ran a hand through my hair and said, "hey, your new look is cool, you look great."

"It is? I do? You remember me?"

"You're like by far the cutest guy in the club." I blushed even while wondering if this was some stripper come-on line. "I mean it," she added as she saw the question in my eyes. "You shoulda seen the last guy I had to dance for. He was like two seventy and I don't think he'd washed in a week. At least fifty years old. Garlic on his breath. Yuck!"

I had never really considered the travails of a dancer in a nude club before. "I guess you have to dance with anyone who asks you, don't you?"

"Unless a cute guy like you asks me first." She could see the momentary indecision in my eyes and so quickly added, "Please. I really need a break. I've just got to talk to someone normal. I won't even charge you," she lured as she took my hand and tried to pull me to my feet.

"In a booth?" She nodded as I followed her towards the back room. "Do you want a drink first?"I asked. She nodded her yes. "And don't worry, I'll pay for your time," I added.

Two minutes later I was sitting in a booth in the back corner of the private lap dance room. It was very dark. Natalie was pe
End
     
#103 | Posted: 19 Aug 2014 17:17

Just what the title says. PWP and Xenophilia.


I felt the wall hit my back and knew I couldn't back up any further. I was done for. "What do you want anyway?!" I shouted at it, terrified. I didn't know what it was. I only knew that it was big, lime green, and covered in tentacles.
"...pleasure...sex..." it told me in a gargling voice, slowly coming towards me still, and blocking my routes of escape.
"Well, there are plenty of women on this planet! Aren't tentacle monsters only supposed to have sex with women anyway?!" I shouted, my hands were shaking and I was sweating all over. Was this thing really going to rape me?
"So naive...not all...of our kind...are male..." it told me. This thing was a girl? All of a sudden the worry of what was about to happen seemed to split in half by its own accord. I still wasn't going down without a fight though. I charged at it and punched it with all the force I had.
My fist seemed to punch into a hole, which then closed around my whole arm. I pulled, but it wouldn't give. I felt the monster start pulling me inside, and I tried resisting. However, she was too strong, and had swallowed my whole body within 10 seconds.
When I was inside, I couldn't move. It was as though my mind had become disconnected from my body. I could still see, hear, taste, smell and feel though. Several tentacles shot out from nowhere and ripped my clothes off of my body, including my boxers. Then a tentacle wrapped itself around my head and blinded me before forcing itself into my mouth and started licking my tongue.
It felt just like a human tongue, and I felt control return to my own. I swirled my tongue with the tentacle, as though it were nothing but a french kiss. I felt more tentacles explore my body; one particular tentacle tracing my ghost of a six-pack on my torso. I felt a tentacle squeeze at my cock, trying to get it hard in a similar way to a cock ring. With the intense battle of tongue and tentacle raging lustfully in my mouth, it didn't take long for me to get a boner.
The tentacle around my head recoiled and I could see what was happening. I was met with another tentacle that looked like a onahole, except that it had another tongue-like tentacle inside. I only had a breif view of it before I t disappeared underneath me. The next thing I felt was incredible: the onahole-like tentacle was sliding slowly down my dick.
It was amazing, divine. This girl wasn't a monster. She was either an angel or a succubus, I found myself thinking. It was as though the girl with the tighest asshole in the world was anal riding my cock and giving me a blowjob at the same time. With every slide down my cock, another wave of pleasure surged throughout my body as the fight between tongue and tentacle intensified even more, each fighting for lust against the other.
I normally last a while during sex, but this time, the pleasure was so great and the experience was so exhilarating, I lasted maybe 4 minutes. My cum spurted into her tentacle, and I thougth I saw a small lump in the tube where the cum was travelling to her main body.
The pleasure and the sheer exhaustion from it all came crashing down on me, and I felt myself pass out. When I came to, I was lying on my bed, still naked. I could still taste the tongue-like tentacle in my mouth. I looked on my bedstand and saw a large jar, like the ones used for pickles. Inside was a darker, smaller tentacle monster. It seemed to see me and curled itself into a love heart. I knew that it was a child version of the tentacle monster, and I knew why it was there.
I didn't take the lid off the jar just yet, but I kept watch over it for the rest of the day. I was thinking about names I could give it. This was tricky, as I didn't even know what gender it was. As though it read my mind, it morphed itself into the shape of a vagina, letting my know it was a girl. "Okay, how do you like the name Jem?" I asked it. Once again, it morphed into a shape. It morphed into a Y shape, which I took to mean yes.
I guess this story isn't meant to teach much, but then, when do porn stories ever teach lessons?

فانتزیته باشی برام مخاطب خــــــاص...!
ولی بدون ما ی مخاطب خاص داریم ک اون بالــــــاس...
اسمش خــــــداس...
پرچمش تو آسمــــــونـــــاس...
     
#104 | Posted: 19 Aug 2014 17:19

A Perfect Ass


Kari was hot. Not playboy hot, but attractive nonetheless in a natural, wholesome kind of way. She wasn't one to dress up. In fact, she'd often come to class in nothing more than sweatpants and a t-shirt. If I was lucky though, she would wear shorts And I'd get a view of her perfect, well muscled legs. She never wore makeup, but her skin was always flawless. She had a deep tanned skin tone that was an indicator of her half-oriental background and drove me crazy. Her dark hair was often tied back in a ponytail, but usual just flowed freely down to her shoulders. I always wondered what it would be like to have those legs wrapped around me and often I would find myself staring at them for longer periods of time than I should have. I knew she had a boyfriend, however, and never made a move. I always figured that I wasn't her type anyway, so I was happy enough to remain friends. Until last Friday.

I was sitting in the crowded lecture theater waiting for class to begin, when Kari came in and sat down beside me. I turned to make some small talk, but after seeing the stern, angry look on her face I decided against it. As sweet as she could be, Kari had a bit of a temper, and I did not want to be on the losing end of that deal. I stared at her legs as she roughly pulled a book from her back pack. Her hair looked to be a little damp, so I figured she had just been at the gym and had taken a shower before class.

"Why are men such assholes?" She asked suddenly.

I smirked to myself.

"Trouble at home?" I asked, uninterested.

"That son of a bitch was out until 4am last night! And then he comes home all drunk and wants to fuck! Can you believe that?"

I looked around nervously. Kari's voice was rising every second.

"And I know he was out trying to get some!" she continued. "Then, when he can't find some slut skanky enough to sleep with him, he comes and wakes me up!"

I was a little uncomfortable with the subject and was having a hard time figuring out what to say.

"Why don't you break up with him?" I asked.

"It's not that simple." she replied.

I knew she was right. Kari and her boyfriend had a two year old son that I knew was the only reason keeping them together.

"Then why don't you go out and have a good time?" I suggested. "Just go out with some friends and blow off some steam."

"Yeah, maybe I should. In fact, I should go and pick up some guy at a bar and get laid! That would show that bastard!"

"Or you and I could just go find a room right now," I said with a exaggerated smile, hoping to lift her spirits with a little humor.

Kari turned and stared at me. For a second I thought I had done something terribly wrong. I was waiting for a slap across the face, when she replied.

"Let's do it."

My eyes widened and my heart skipped a beat.

"What...?"

"Let's go. Right now!"

Kari started packing up her books. I just sat there stunned.

"Hurry." she said. "I need to be back for the last half of class."

She got up and walked away. When she noticed that I wasn't following, she turned back.

"Are you coming?"

In a flash I was up and following her out the door.

As we made our way through the crowded hallway, I kept my eyes peeled for a place to go.

"In here." Kari said, motioning towards a bathroom. It was a single, so I knew we wouldn't be disturbed. She rushed me inside and closed the door, locking it behind her.

I walked up to her nervously. Our faces were just inches from each other. I could tell she was nervous as well.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked.

As a response, Kari leaned in and kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. She pulled back smiling.

"I'll take that as a yes." I said as I put my hands on her hips and pulled her back to me.

Our tongues fought with each other passionately, as Kari placed one hand on the back of my neck as her other hand struggled with the waist band of her shorts.

"Allow me." I said, as I slowly lowered myself down.

I hooked my fingers into her shorts and slowly began pulling them down her smooth sexy legs. as I did, I kissed her tanned skin trying to savor every moment. She kicked them away, and leaned back against the smooth tile wall as I went for her panties.


Slowly, I removed the garment, peeling it away from her firm, perfect ass and soon found myself staring at Kari's freshly shaved pussy. I gave her one last look, before finally going in.

I lightly touched my lips to her soft folds, eliciting a quiet moan from her mouth. I started kissing her pussy, as my tongue searched for her clit. When I zeroed in on her tiny fleshy button, I wrapped my lips around it and gently sucked. Her hands were going through my hair as I slipped a finger into her cunt.

Sliding my finger in and out, my tongue flicked at her clit as my other hand continued feeling up her leg. I wanted her so badly. I wanted all of her!

Removing my finger, I lifted one of Kari's legs up to the side, and pushed my tongue up into her tight wet pussy. She gasped and placed the leg over my shoulder pulling me deeper into her hot little hole. My nose was pressed up against her clit as my tongue massaged the inside of her pussy, writhing like a snake. I could feel her hole getting wetter and wetter, as her juices covered my mouth. I licked them up as best as I could before rising back to my feet.

As I came back up from my knees, Kari kissed me even more passionately than before, showing me that she had no problem tasting her own pussy.

"Turn around," I hissed.

I spun Kari around, taking her hands and placing them above her head on the cold tile wall, as I kissed her neck. I then dropped back to my knees.

Kari pushed her ass out towards me, as I kissed her firm ass. Gently I pulled her cheeks apart.

"Yes..." She moaned quietly, right before I touched my tongue to her sensitive little asshole.

The feeling of my warm, wet tongue on her ass caused Kari to curse with pleasure. My hands massaged her flesh as my tongue danced around her puckered hole, feeling every wrinkle. Feeling a little adventurous, I planted a deep kiss on her butthole trying to slide my tongue right up her ass. It was to no avail, however, as she was just too tight. I went back to licking her rim, as I slid two fingers into her pussy.

I couldn't believe that a few minutes ago Kari and I were nothing more than friends, and now here I was in a bathroom sticking my tongue up her ass!

"Oh, that feels good!" She hissed.

Slowly, I pulled my mouth from her ass, as I rose to my feet.

Kari looked into my eyes with a look of pure lust.

"So you're an ass man I take it?" She asked.

I nodded.

"Well maybe later I can drop by your place and you can put more than your tongue in there."

"Later?"

"Yes. Later. But as for right now, let me help you do something about this." she said patting the hard bulge in my pants.

She then pushed me up against the wall and with a devilish look, Kari lowered herself down to the floor as she started undoing my zipper. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I knew It was going to be a good day.

My dick jumped at Kari's warm touch as she fished it out of my pants. She sat there for a moment, stroking it softly before sliding it past her lips and into her mouth. Right away, she took me down to the root, soaking my entire shaft with her saliva and tickling my balls with her tongue. With my cock firmly embedded in her throat, she looked up at me with her deep brown eyes. I placed a hand behind her head, encouraging her to continue.

Slowly, she drew her head back, sliding her lips over my glistening wet shaft. When my dick popped free, Kari teased it by poking her nimble tongue into my dickhole, then running it around my crown. Her hand was stroking me slowly when she fed my cock back into her mouth. I could feel her tongue writhing around my shaft as she took me deeper and deeper. Her other hand gave my balls a gentle squeeze, as her head rocked right to left. I could see the indent my dick was making on the inside of her cheeks.

Drawing it back out, my dick formed a thin string of saliva connecting my cock head to Kari's tongue. She playfully sucked it back before bobbing back down on my dick. As she continued to suck me, her hand wandered from my balls back to my ass. Soon her fingertip was massaging my asshole as her mouth repeatedly swallowed up my cock. She then took her finger and soaked it with her mouth, getting it nice and wet, before putting back at my ass. Down her throat, went my dick, just as her little wet finger slid up my ass. I gasped in pleasure as she looked up at me with a naughty grin.

Kari started to suck me faster and faster, as she pushed her finger deeper into my ass. I did my best to relax, as she wiggled it back and forth while her mouth surrounded my dick. Kari started to moan around my cock as if the whole thing was getting her off. Her finger started working faster, fucking my ass as it clamped down around it. I could feel her inside me, massaging my prostate, trying to coax the cum from my balls.

Suddenly I tensed, and my ass constricted around Kari's finger, holding it firmly in place. My jumped and let loose a massive blast of cum right down her throat. She moaned even louder as her hand jerked at my cock, sending more of the hot cream into her waiting mouth. She gulped it down greedily, as if it was her only meal of the day, slowly withdrawing her finger from my ass. When my cock popped free from her mouth, it was clean and wet, as she had sucked back every drop of my cum.

Standing up, she went to the sink to clean off as I leaned against the wall staring at her beautiful ass. I wanted nothing more than to walk over there, bend her over and shove my tongue right back up her asshole, but I knew i would have to wait.

"Thanks,"Kari said, sliding her shorts back up her legs. "I needed that."

I pulled my pants up as well.

"So four o'clock sound good?" Kari said smiling.

"Four sounds great." I replied. Yes, it was going to be a good day.

* * * *

I sat waiting impatiently, staring at the clock. Every stroke of the second hand was agony, as I waited for Kari to arrive. Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and I jumped up from my seat. Before I could get to the door, Kari burst in walking right past me.

"Let's go," she said. "I don't have much time."

She made her way to the bedroom and opened up her back pack, taking out a small red plastic bottle and tossing it on the bed. I picked it up and looked at it. It was cherry flavored lubricant.

"I didn't know if you'd have any." Kari explained.

"Good thinking," I responded.

Kari was already undressing as I sat looking at the bottle.

"Let's go," she urged as she walked over and yanked my pants down to my ankles.

My shirt was next, as she pulled it from my body and pushed me onto my bed. she was wearing a tight blue sports bra, that soon came off as well. I was amazed at hoe perfect her tits were! I had always admired her legs, but her breast were to die for!


In a flash, Kari was on the bed crawling up my body. Our lips met, and she kissed me with even more passion that before. Our crotches were rubbing against each other, and I cold feel her firm tits pressing against my bare chest.

"Here." she said bluntly, pushing one of her breasts into my face.

I opened my mouth and sucked at her nipple as my hands reached around to grab at her ass. Kari put one arm around my head, holding me close as her other hand dropped down began to play with my cock. she wasn't wasting any time at all, which was just fine by me.

She then pulled her breast away and pushed my head back down to the bed. Reaching back, she started rubbing my engorged cock head over her wet slit. A few moments later, Kari lowered her body down onto my dick taking me right up to the hilt in her hot, wet pussy.

She was so warm and tight, I almost blew my load right there! Her perfect legs were straddling my hips, as she began to grind herself on my cock. Kari was looking right into my eyes. Her face was a mask of pure lust and intensity. I then realized that I was not fucking Kari. She was fucking me!

Up and down, her body rose and fell, building up speed with each consecutive thrust. I watched in pleasure as her wet cunt swallowed my cock repeatedly.

"Mmmm. I'm all wet." Kari said, reaching down to touch her pussy, as she slid down my dick.

Then, looking into my eyes, she brought her finger to her mouth and sucked it seductively. I placed my hands on her thighs and pushed my hips up to meet each one of her thrusts. she then replaced her finger, pushing it into her pussy, along with my cock. As she brought it out, I could see it was glistening with her love juices.

She lowered her body down to mine, and her fabulous tits were soon pressed against my bare chest once again. She flicked her tongue out, just touching my lips, before placing her wet finger at my mouth. I eagerly sucked it, savouring her taste. Kari then pulled her finger away and shoved her tongue into my mouth, as her hips began bucking with renewed passion.

"I want it now." she said. "I want it in my ass right now!"

Without another word, Kari pulled herself from my dick and snatched up the bottle of lube. Then, turning around, she dribbled a bit of the red liquid down her ass crack. Reaching back, she began to rub it all over, before sliding a finger up her own ass. When she was nice and ready, she positioned herself over my cock once again. This time she was facing away from me, and my dick was about to enter a different hole.

taking my cock into her hand, she lowered her ass down, nestling it around my the head. her hips wiggled and squirmed as it slid up her tight asshole. She pushed it in about half way, when she began gently bouncing her hips up and down. it was an amazing site. Kari's perfect ass was swallowing up my cock, inch by agonizingly slow inch. Her feet were both planted on the bed, so it was just her ass moving. Periodically she would reach down and fondle my balls, or play with her clit and soon she was taking me right up to the hilt in the vice-like grip of her asshole. I could feel her squeezing her sphincter around my cock as she fucked me with her butthole.

Kari then bottomed out, nestling her ass down against my hips, with my dick buried inside her. Reaching back, she pried her asscheeks apart, giving me a great view as she lifted her body upwards. I watched as her ass slid up my cock, before coming free. As soon as my dick popped out, her asshole clenched back up into a tight little rosebud. Then without saying a word, Kari moved backwards up my body bringing her ass right up to my face.

"Lick." she said.

I needed no further convincing, and immediately shoved my tongue up her ass. I could taste the strong flavor of the cherry lubricant, along with the faint taste of pussy as my tongue explored her freshly fucked butthole. I tongue fucked her small anal opening, licked the rim and planted kisses all over her ass before she scootched back into position and again swallowed up my cock with her greedy asshole.

She was fucking me harder now, taking far and deep with each thrust. Soon her body began to shudder and I knew she was having an orgasm. It must have been a wet one too, because I could feel her pussy juices running down onto my balls. I didn't know how much more I could take.

"Tell me when you're going to cum!" Kari moaned from atop my cock.

As if those were the magic words, I began to feel that all too familiar feeling.

"Now!" I groaned, just as the cum began to rise.

Quickly Kari pulled her asshole from around my spurting dick, and spun around taking it deep into her mouth. I reached down and grabbed her head as she sucked down every drop of jism from my now-sensitive cock. Even when i was completely spent, she remained sucking as if it was her last meal. I actually had to stop her, as my dick getting too sensitive to take it.

"Thanks," she said, wiping her mouth. "You're cum actually tastes pretty good. I had to try it again."

I breathed a heavy sigh of relaxation.

"You should fight with your boyfriend more often!" I joked.

Kari smiled and looked at me as she wiped up a small droplet of cum from her ass.

"Who says I need an excuse?" she said with a devious grin as she licked the cum from her finger.

The End

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#105 | Posted: 19 Aug 2014 17:20

An Anal Introduction

Thomas picked me up at eight and we decided to go for a drive. It was a hot night; Thomas was just wearing a white shirt, which he had left unbuttoned, showing off the muscles in his chest, and a pair of shorts that stopped above his knee. His clothes weren't anything fabulous, but it never seemed to matter what he wore, he always looked fantastic to me. He had a great body; a nice hard stomach and big strong arms that he held me in every time we had sex. He could make me feel so safe and so dirty all at the same time; the sex between us was amazing.

We drove round for about an hour, checking everyone out along the way. It was something we both enjoyed to do. If either of us saw someone we thought was cute we'd point them out, then have a little discussion about what we'd do with them if we were lucky enough to ever be able to have a threesome with them. We were two very sexual people, so we worked well together. There had never been an occasion when one of us hadn't been in the mood. The only thing we disagreed about so far was anal sex. I'd told him from the start that it was never going to happen, and though he'd tried to talk me into it a couple of times, he'd finally seemed to accept that it wasn't for me.

I had been casually stroking him through his shorts the whole time he'd been driving, feeling myself get a little wet as he grew harder in my hand. Thomas loved when I touched him in a public place. I'd done it everywhere for him, the movies, a train, in nightclubs, and once, in the fruit and veg aisle of a supermarket. We'd managed that one by pretending we were examining the cucumbers. His favourite place for me to do it though was right here, in his car, him behind the wheel, and me in the passenger seat, reaching over and taking his limp cock in my palm and working him up to full hardness.

Thomas was now rock hard and I'd worked him up to the point where he was breathing heavily and he was finding it difficult to concentrate on the road in front of him. As soon as he saw a quiet lay-by he pulled over and turned off the ignition. He quickly pulled down his shorts and boxers, freeing his whole cock and his big, tight balls, and rested himself against the seat as I started to jerk him off furiously. It wasn't long before he started to erupt and a sticky white load ended up all over my hand and arm.

I licked as much as I could of Thomas' cum from my arm, savouring the sweet taste. Thomas had the best tasting cum ever and it always felt delicious on my tongue. Before I could finish it all myself, Thomas helped me out, by taking my fingers and sucking them into his mouth, greedily slurping on his own seed that he had spilled all over my hand. This turned me on so much that my pussy became even wetter and I knew that my panties were probably now soaked through.

After Thomas had calmed down from his orgasm, he looked over at me and asked me if I wanted to stretch my legs. I knew what that meant. He was in the mood for a quickie in the great outdoors. Public sex was a great turn on of mine, though I wasn't one of those people that would do it in front of a crowd, I just loved the idea that I was having sex in a place where it was possible to get caught.

I nodded at Thomas, and we both got out of the car. We walked over to the bushes at the side of the road, and being careful not to get scratched from the thorns, we made our way to our own little patch of sexual abandon. A place we had discovered only last week, on another of our drives, it was secure and private, but still close enough to the road that we felt the rush of air over our naked bodies each time a car went past.

As soon as we knew we were completely alone, I fell to my knees in front of Thomas, unzipping him, and pulling his shorts down to his ankles. I loved making him look vulnerable like that, his soft cock hanging to the side and his eyes begging me to do something with it. I never left him waiting for long.

I reached out for his little cock, knowing how quickly I could make it big and hard again, and getting excited by the thought of that, I took his cock with both hands and started to rub it. Even in its flaccid state it could still do things to me. I loved the feeling of the veins starting to pulse under my touch, and the way his cock turned slightly purple as it grew bigger and bigger between my hands. I loved the feeling of control that came over me as I handled Thomas' cock; it was the best aphrodisiac ever.

When I had Thomas hard to his full seven inches, I took him in my mouth. The first taste of cock always sent a shiver right through my body, setting all my nerves alight. Ever since I had first had a cock in my mouth at the age of 18, I had been like this. I was a cocksucker, I had tried to fight it, but it was true, there was nothing in the world that made me happier than giving head. Whenever I touched myself or fucked someone who I didn't find that attractive I would fantasise about having a hard cock sliding in and out of my mouth, the pre-cum trickling down my throat, and I would cum hard, soaking my fingers or some random guy's cock.

With those images running through my mind, I began to suck on Thomas' cock. He loved it when I swallowed him whole, making his cock wet and warm from my spit. I hated sucking a dry cock, I loved lubing it up with whatever I could, my spit, the guys spit, KY jelly, but of course the best lube was always pussy juice. Sucking on a hard cock that was slick with my own taste was incredibly hot.

Thomas was really enjoying this blowjob. He had his eyes closed tight and was biting on his lip, his hands on the back of my head, running through my hair. I could tell he was going to cum pretty soon, and I wanted him to start fucking me, so I sped up my sucking, letting him start to fuck my mouth. I could feel him in the back of my throat, his full hardness on my tongue, and his pre-cum starting to fill my mouth.

Just before he began to shoot his load, he pulled his cock from my mouth and slapped it gently against my face, making my now flushed cheeks sticky, and sending a deliciously slutty feeling twirling through my body. He hit me with his cock a couple more times before finally starting to erupt. His cum shot out thick and fast, going skyward for a split second, then hurtling back down and covering my waiting face.

Thomas collapsed on to the ground beside me, completely worn out after his orgasm. As he lay there panting, I pulled my top off and cleaned my face free of cum. I would look forward to wearing that again on the drive home, feeling the cum soaking through and touching my skin.

By now, I was incredibly horny and badly needed some sexual relief. I looked over at Thomas, just recovering from his blowjob, and raised my eyebrows at him suggestively. It was my turn now. Usually after I sucked Thomas off, as soon as he caught his breath, he would tell me to lie down, then he'd spread my legs and lick and nibble on my pussy. Tonight was no different.

Thomas crawled over to me on all fours, and proceeded to push my skirt up around my waist. He pushed me down until my back was flat on the ground and then pulled my bottom half towards him, separating my legs and bringing his face to my pussy. He pushed my lacy black thong to the side, too hungry for my wetness to bother taking it off fully. He ran his tongue over my clit briefly, then continued to slide it down my pussy lips and circle my opening, darting his firm tongue inside rapidly and consistently, until I screamed out loud from pleasure. Thomas was always great at licking me out, but this time he was outdoing himself. It was the best tongue lashing I had ever received.

I was already close to cumming after about a minute of Thomas working me over with his amazingly talented mouth when he stopped, pulling his head away and looking at me with a wicked glint in his eyes.

"How turned on are you right now, baby?" It seemed like a ridiculous question to me, there I was screaming louder than a cat in heat, and there he was with my pussy juice all over his face.

"I'm gonna cum soon, honey, make me cum." Thomas dutifully lowered his head again, but this time, after ripping off my thong, instead of running his tongue over my wet pussy, he brought his lips lower, and cupped my ass cheeks in his hands. He lifted me higher, so that now my ass was in his face, and without warning he started to lick my virgin ass hole.

"Thomas, what are you...?" I tried to protest and tell him what I'd told him a hundred times before, my ass was a no go area, but his tongue rolling over my most private of areas felt too good, and the words were quickly lost as Thomas continued to stroke my little rosebud with his hot, strong tongue.

The sensations that I was now feeling there, were unlike anything I'd ever felt before. I had been so close to cumming from Thomas licking and sucking on my pussy, but now that he had turned his attention to my ass, a new, overpowering orgasm was building momentum, and I now wanted Thomas to tongue fuck me until I came so hard the whole town would hear me.

Thomas was never one to disappoint. As I'd hoped, he slid his tongue over and over my ass until I started to open up for him, and gently, and unbelievably sensually, he inserted the tip of his tongue into an area I thought would never be explored. As Thomas' tongue probed deeper and deeper, I wondered why the hell I hadn't let him do this sooner. I couldn't believe how good it felt to have a man's face at my ass cheeks, and his tongue licking and kissing my previously untouched crevice.

It didn't take long for me to start to lose control, the insane pleasure I was now experiencing was too much for me to handle, and I started to cum. A wave of heat came over me, starting in my toes and reaching every nerve and cell in my body, making my skin tingle and my heart hammer hard in my chest, finally reaching its peak deep, deep in my pussy. I couldn't help but jerk my whole body as I came, Thomas still fucking me with his tongue. I cried out as the orgasm shuddered through me, and then, to my complete amazement, I started to really cry, the tears seeping from my eyes, running down my cheeks.

Thomas looked up in alarm, immediately taking me in his arms and apologising. "I'm sorry baby, I know you never really wanted me to do that, I just thought you'd enjoy it." He rocked me as he said this, believing me to have had a horrible experience because of his adventurousness.

Finally able to breathe again, I shook my head vigorously, "No, honey, no, that was amazing!" I managed to get the words out as I laughed at myself, feeling stupid now for crying, but the feelings had just been too great.

Thomas scrutinized my face, wondering whether I was telling the truth, maybe I'd really hated it but was trying to spare his feelings. To reassure him, I took his face in my hands and kissed him hard, meeting his tongue with mine, and tasting myself. This made me feel naughty all over again, my pussy starting to throb just at the thought of what I was going to ask him next.

"You want to try putting something a bit bigger than your tongue in there?" I whispered the question, nervous as to what his answer may be, a yes could prove to be a painful outcome, or an incredibly joyful one, whatever way it would turn out, I knew I was more than ready for the experience.

Thomas stared at me for a moment as if trying to make sure that the words that had just come out of my mouth had really been uttered. Then, wasting no time, or perhaps, just not wanting me to have a chance to change my mind, he gently manoeuvred my still shaky body to the position that he would need me to be to perform this slightly taboo act.

I was now in a familiar pose, on my hands and knees, legs open, underwear off, waiting for a hard cock to be slammed inside me, but this time that cock was going where no man had ever gone before, and I hoped that at least for awhile there would be no slamming. As enjoyable as I had found my first ass tongue fuck, my little tight hole might find it more difficult to accept getting fucked by a rock hard seven inch cock.

Thomas was right behind me, rubbing my ass cheeks softly with his hand, stroking himself back to full hardness. I suddenly remembered something very important about being fucked in the ass and asked, panicked slightly, "What the hell are you going to use to lube up that thing?"

I heard Thomas chuckle as he gave my ass a slap, then leaned in to me and whispered, "I'm going to use that sweet little pussy, baby." I knew I was still wet, I could feel my moistness on the tops of my thighs but I was still worried that Thomas would not be able to get his cock wet enough to be able to enter my ass hole. Remembering how his tongue inside me felt stopped me from calling an end to the whole thing and I forced myself to relax, taking deep breaths, and rubbing my clit to keep me ready for whatever might happen next.

Thomas started by dipping his finger inside my pussy, sliding it around, gently tipping off my wet walls, then withdrawing it, and sliding it over my now shut tight rosebud. With his careful caresses making me tingle, I began to really relax, and let myself start to enjoy these brand new sensations. Thomas began to gently probe my virgin ass, using the wetness from my pussy to soften my ass hole, while spanking me and telling me how much he was going to love fucking my tight little ass. The dirty talk only helped to turn me on even more, quickly destroying any reservations I was still holding on to.

Using his other hand, Thomas worked his magic touch on my clit, skimming it with two fingers, then dipping them into my pussy and back to my clit, pressing his fingers down on it, feeling it pulse, all the while rubbing my little rosebud. I could feel it react to his touch, feel myself get wetter. I began to moan, as he finally started to insert his finger into my tight ass, gently at first, knowing he had to break me in.

With each stroke of his finger in my ass, Thomas rubbed my clit, keeping up a rhythm, keeping me aroused so that I felt no pain, just a little friction, as he probed deeper into my virgin ass. My little hole responded positively, opening up for him, allowing him to insert another finger, making me gasp, then moan, the extra thickness now exploring me was delicious.

I knew what was coming next but I was still apprehensive. This was something I had never expected I would let happen, I was always adamant that my ass would remain out of bounds, now here I was at the side of a road, my skirt thrown up around my back, and a man with a large cock behind me ready to introduce me to anal sex.

True to his word, Thomas used my pussy to lube up his cock. He slid his fat cock into my wetness, and although he was about to fuck my ass, he couldn't help himself from giving me a few thrusts in my pussy, going right in to the hilt, while still rubbing my clit. I was as wet as I could possibly be, and Thomas removed his cock from my pussy, now dripping from my juices, and very slowly started to nudge my ass hole with the tip of his cock.

My ass hole had remained loose from his fingers, so when Thomas began to press the head of his cock inside, there was no pain, no need to tell him to get it the hell out of me. It was only when he decided to shove two inches of his thick cock into my extremely tight butt that I screeched with agony, shouting at him, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Thomas didn't remove his cock, instead he held me in those big arms, and caressed my back with kisses, using the tip of his tongue to lick me up and down, an action that never failed to turn me on. I quickly calmed down again, almost forgetting about the throbbing cock that was now wedged into my ass hole, the pain from the encounter subsiding. I had no desire for Thomas to continue with this experiment, wishing for him to take his cock from my tender and now sore butt, and make it up to me by fucking my needy pussy.

Thomas had no intention of doing this however. He held his cock inside my ass, continuing to rub and touch me until amazingly, my ass started to relax and open up, letting Thomas slide another couple of inches inside with no resistance. Instead of feeling the pain of a few moments before, the movement of Thomas' cock brought a heat to me there, that I had never felt before in my pussy. It was a raw, almost animal feeling. Having a hard cock in my ass made me feel like a dirty cave woman and I liked it.

Thomas kept hold of me, and at no point did he stop his rubbing of my clit, as he began to move his cock in the most narrow of spaces. He fucked my ass slowly, so slowly at first that I could barely feel him moving, but as I grew slacker for him and my pussy juice began to run down my legs and over his balls, he started to give me longer and deeper strokes. With each stroke, my ass stretching became more and more pleasurable, the hotness I'd felt earlier, intensifying, growing to something that began to take my breath away.

It wasn't long before I was begging Thomas to give me more of his cock. I wanted to feel every hard inch inside my tightness, I wanted him to fuck me just like he would my pussy, and I pleaded with him to do it. Thomas didn't need to be asked twice, he grabbed my waist and brought my little ass down full force onto his cock, sliding me up and down fast and hard, butt fucking me as if he had been doing it forever.

With both of us reaching exhaustion, and turned on to an almost dangerous level, I knew that this adventure wasn't going to last much longer. I was going to cum soon, the magnificent feelings of a cock pounding in and out of my asshole too intense to be able to last a long time, building to a crescendo that I wanted Thomas to share. I wanted him to explode inside me like he had in my pussy countless times before, but even more this time. I wanted him to completely fill my virgin passageway with his hot load, and I wanted desperately to feel it slide back out of me and down my legs.

I could hear Thomas was close to cumming, his breath was becoming very short, and his moans and groans of bliss were getting louder and louder. I reached in between my legs, soaking my arm with pussy juice, and grabbed onto his balls. I squeezed and tugged at them, trying to match the rhythm of Thomas' cock slamming in and out of my ass.

As I started to moan louder, Thomas doubled his efforts, holding on to my hips as he drove his cock home, every thrust bringing me closer to the edge. He bent over slightly, nailing that last half inch of cock deep in my ass, and resumed his rubbing of my pussy. This was all I needed to start cumming. I lost all sense of awareness as the best orgasm of my life took over me. I'm sure I must have sound like some kind of wild animal as I screamed with unbridled pleasure. As my body began to buck and shake from the force of the convulsions thundering through me, Thomas couldn't hold on any longer and started to spurt his spunk inside my little ass, his cock gushing huge amounts of cum deep inside me. He held on to me so tight as he came, moaning my name over and over again as the last dribbles of cum seeped from his cock, and softening, he slid out of my ass, and for the second time that night, collapsed onto the ground. Shaking from my own climax, I lay down beside him, feeling a giddy thrill as Thomas' cum began to empty out of my now throbbing ass hole.

We lay there looking up at the stars for several minutes before either of us could work up the energy to say anything. "Fuck." , was all I could manage. Looking over at me and laughing Thomas panted back, "Fucking hell!"

We kissed each other deeply before gathering up our clothes and making our way back to the car. Turning the keys in the ignition, Thomas patted my knee, smiled ruefully and said, "We might have to get you a dildo for that pussy of yours, I think I found a new best friend tonight."

فانتزیته باشی برام مخاطب خــــــاص...!
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#106 | Posted: 19 Aug 2014 17:20

My Bottom and Me

Hello dear readers and fans. I decided to take a short break from writing The Hunger to work on something else that I have been planning for a while. This is a bit different for me. I have frequently said, when asked, that my stories are not truly autobiographical. Rather, they are based on real life experiences, but not necessarily in the context that they may be portrayed in the stories themselves. I have made no secret of the fact that those experiences may be thickly layered with what I call "embellishment." I suppose you could also call it creative license. What embellishment that may occur in this story is mostly just from filling in gaps in my memory of the events portrayed here or otherwise trying to make the story more readable.

This story is a break from that description of my stories. It is, for the most part, autobiographical. While I don't intend to post it as a "how to" story, there is a large degree of that in the story. The first part is going to be a little dry, as it gives historical background and perspective. Please bear with me through this. I promise it will get to the juicier parts. I hope you enjoy it, and as always, I do request your votes and comments.

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My attitude towards anal sex is what I have referred to in the past as a love/hate relationship. Many of you that are familiar with my stories may be somewhat surprised by that because of the role that anal sex plays in many of my stories. I would explain that as being the result of my change in attitude over the years. Anal sex was not something I have always enjoyed. This story is intended to document and explain that change, and describe how it came about over the years.

I, like many women of my generation, based my attitude on anal sex on what I can only describe as traumatic early experiences. As I look back now, I recognize that these experiences were with mostly inept, insensitive, and inexperienced lovers. Mostly, they were young men that had no clue as to the techniques required for successfully making love to my rear passage. Many looked at a woman's ass as an alternative vagina. Furthermore, they were even less knowledgeable when it came to the female psychology of anal sex.

While I find it easy to blame these young men, I have also learned to assume some share of the responsibility as well. I guess you can say this is part of my maturation as a woman. I have learned to accept the fact that I allowed this to happen to me and that I was just as ignorant as my lovers. Of course, this was at a time before the internet and readily available printed materials on the subject, like those that exist today. Anal sex was like most other sexual activities, we simply learned by trial and error. However, in this case, the errors almost entirely overwhelmed the successes.

Over the years, I had discussed this with many other women and a few male lovers. What I learned was that I was not unique in this regard. Many women have shared their horror stories as well. Many were similar, and some even more traumatic than my own. The common thread that ran through them was the same inexperience and insensitivity that I have now learned to recognize.

Surprisingly, I discovered that porn, both written and video, had a large part to play in the attitude and approach that many men had towards anal eroticism. I can't really say that proper technique plays a large role in any depiction of anal sex in most porn genres, even today in a time that I like to think of as more sexually "enlightened." I still read stories here on Literotica, that, at their best, can be best described as "improbable," and at worst are simply scary.

I have posted in the Lit forum about the fact that I feel writers have an obligation to depict sexuality in a form that is accurate and believable. Often, while writing, I have put myself in the shoes of a young man or woman that are reading my stories, and felt the need to portray sex in a way that has some accuracy and educational content. For better or worse, our society lacks any effective form of sex education. Erotica, unfortunately, fills that void to some degree. I was shocked to see that many writers did not share this belief, and some that were plainly hostile to it. The response by other authors to my forum posts was filled with language such as "it's just a fantasy" and "the need to suspend disbelief."

I have a hard time with those concepts because I somehow doubt that many readers, especially the young and inexperienced, are able to differentiate "fantasy" and real life. I suppose that largely depends on how outlandish the fantasy. Sometimes a fantasy can go to such an extreme that even the most naïve reader can appreciate that this is not real life. The problem comes with stories that are more subtle with their "fantasy" aspects.

I won't go into my early anal sex history very much, other than to say it was painful and brief. The fact that my lovers during this period often thought that anal sex was something appropriate to "surprise me" with certainly didn't help. Anal sex, as I alluded to earlier, was lacking in lube, sensitivity, preparation, and skill by both my lovers and myself. These early experiences were when I was in college and my attitudes towards anal sex were largely dominated by concerns over pain, hygiene, and social taboos.

Many years passed during which anal sex was largely non-existent in my sex life. There was an occasional finger or tongue used to try to please me, but my conditioning had made me reject much more than that. For the most part, I didn't get much in the way of pleasure from these occasional forays. There were occasional lovers, both male and female, that attempted to go beyond these attempts but I always made it clear that my ass was a "no go zone" and simply not part of my sexual repertoire.

I suppose you could say that my attitude towards anal sex began to change after I met and began to live with Judy. My relationship with Judy was primarily as a roommate, and secondarily as occasional lovers. We were each other's "bootie call" friend during dry times in our love lives. Judy was, for lack of a better term, a vocal advocate and aficionado of anal sex. Anal sex, simply put, was her "thing." I can still recall frequent occasions spent lying in my bed listening to her through the thin walls of our apartment, as she encouraged her male lover, and occasional female lover, to even greater heights of anal eroticism. She was extremely vocal in this regard and needless to say, very uninhibited as well.

I do admit that listening to her was a huge turn on and usually left me masturbating in my bed as I listened to her and her lover. Even though my mind was having a hard time consciously accepting anal sex, my body, and sub-conscious mind, was not. Some of my most memorable self-induced orgasms were accompanied by the sounds and mental images of Judy's anal extravaganzas.

As time went on, and as I became more comfortable with her as a lover, her encouragement was expanded to include me. I discovered that she enjoyed nothing more than my lubed fingers (or dildo or vibe) buried in her ass and my tongue on her clit. This combination never failed to bring her to large, and sometimes several, body jolting orgasms.

Her love of anal sex was not simply limited to receiving. She was an enthusiastic giver as well. At first, my inhibitions were sufficient to limit her to the occasional use of a single finger or an occasional tongue in or on my bottom. I was always up tight about the whole cleanliness thing, even if she was not. Judy ultimately accepted my hang-ups and anal exploration was never more than a minor part of our foreplay or the build up towards what I thought of as "normal sex." Perhaps this fact was the reason why our relationship, if you can call it that, never progressed beyond that of "fuck buddies."

The topic of anal sex, and Judy's attitude and enjoyment of it, was eventually discussed during a pillow talk session after a particularly heated sexual encounter. My eyes were opened by this discussion, and for the first time, I started to re-consider my own attitudes. This was certainly not the first time I had discussed anal sex with another women, but it was the first time that I had met someone that didn't share my own negative impressions about it. Judy was, is nothing else, a huge advocate and cheerleader for the joys of anal sex.

First, I realized that the pain issue was something akin to a self-fulfilling prophecy. My early experiences had all be painful and as a result I was not able to relax enough for it to be anything other than painful. If I couldn't relax my anal sphincter, any attempt at penetration was going to be nothing short of rape. My mind simply would not allow my ass to do anything except tighten up in anticipation of what my mind was convinced was sure to be a painful experience.

Second, she explained that hygiene was not the major issue that I had thought it to be. She explained that the rectum was usually largely empty most of the time. Yes, there were some nasty germs there, but as long as a lover didn't switch back to your pussy after being in your ass, that wasn't really a big issue. Besides, you can always use a condom. She further described how she had started including enemas as part of her pre-date preparation and how much that had helped her overcome her own hygiene concerns. She even said that she had come to the point that she got some enjoyment from the ritual of cleaning her ass and preparing it for sex.

Lastly, she told me how she had had similar issues with the taboo nature of anal sex. She described how a wonderful lover had helped her overcome that and open herself to the possibilities for pleasure in that part of her body. She said she was eternally grateful to that lover for his assistance in her discovery process. Besides, she explained, anal sex was a lot more "main stream" now that a lot of women were allowing themselves to explore their sexuality.

That point really got me thinking. I had always prided myself on my ability to be open to sexual exploration and how in touch I was with my sexuality. I realized that to some degree, I had kept a firm lock on that possibility and there was some hypocrisy in my attitude. I eventually came to the conclusion that I had perhaps never really given anal sex a fair shake.

Unfortunately, my employer promoted me and transferred me out of state a few weeks after this conversation. I did get with Judy once more before I left and I allowed myself to open up to some limited anal exploration. Our discussion and some later follow up chats, were far from forgotten, and I often referred back to them in my mind. If nothing else, Judy was successful in that I was at least allowing myself to start considering the possibilities.

Anal eroticism slowly began to establish a foothold, at least to a limited degree, in my sex and fantasy life. When I say my sex life, I am primarily referring to a few exploratory experiences during my more enthusiastic masturbation sessions. It was definitely not something I was ready to share with a lover at that point. Besides, as a result of my re-location, I was out of the social scene for a while, and mostly celibate.

My lack of a social life was greatly exacerbated by the fact that my new position required a lot of business travel. The result of all this was that I had a lot of free time on my hands, much of it spent in a hotel room in towns I knew little about. I was never the type to become a hotel "lounge lizard" and was more likely to spend free time in my room with a bottle of wine and a good book or watching TV.

The lack of a social life had one immediate impact. I had always been a devotee of masturbation, even when I was in a relationship. However, it now became my sexual mainstay. Masturbation for me was always a long drawn out affair and I certainly had the time to devote to it. During this period, it developed into an art form. Much of my reading material was of an erotic nature. I rarely passed through an airport without picking up a copy of Penthouse Forum, Variations, or something similar. I had a couple of trusty vibrators that were part of my travel kit. Many evenings were spent reading erotic stories and bringing myself to wonderful, full body orgasms. Needless to say, I spent a lot of money on batteries during this period and spares were also part of my travel kit.

My job change forced me to start reconsidering a lot of aspects in my life, professionally and eventually personally. I spent a lot of the time in the hotels devoted to this reconsideration. I think this period was when I first became truly comfortable with my sexuality. A lot of that had to do with acceptance and finally flushing a lot of societal conventions from my brain. I had finally rid myself of a lot of the "good girl" notions about sexuality that my family and society in general had force fed me. I came away with an attitude that could be mainly described as "if it feels good, do it."

Anal sex was not left out of this sexual rejuvenation. I have always been what some may describe as a goal oriented, type A personality. Anal sex, or rather my exploration and eventual enjoyment of it, became one of those goals. I can even remember sitting in a hotel room, one stormy night in Tulsa, jotting down incremental goals and the steps needed to achieve them. Admittedly, I was honest enough with myself that I realized all these goals might not be necessarily achievable and the entire project may end in failure. However, I was not going to give up without a sincere effort. For several months afterwards, I referred to this as "the project" whenever I thought about it. The rest of that week was devoted to refining the plan. By the time I got home that weekend, I was ready to begin.

This was in the mid 90's and by then the early form of the web had taken shape. It certainly wasn't as expansive as it is now, but I decided to do some searches on the topic of anal sex and see what was available. Online porn was in its infancy and I found more than a little porn devoted to anal sex. I dismissed most of it and focused on sites that were more oriented to "how to" and tutorials. There was certainly not a lot, but enough that I got some good ideas and information from them.

With my background research complete, I made a trip to the drugstore for step two. I did so late at night at a 24-hour store so that no one I knew would see me, or at least I hoped so. I stocked up with a couple of different types of lube and enema products. I got some Fleet disposable enemas, as well as an enema/douche bag. I decided to try both and see which I preferred for both at home and when I was on the road. Lube was limited to KY and I seem to recall that Astroglide had just become available in drug stores, and I got both. I also got a box of condoms. Luckily, I got one of those clerks that didn't even notice what I was buying. She looked tired and half-asleep and my embarrassment was minimized.

Later that weekend I made a trip across town for my first visit to an adult bookstore. This was before the large adult megaplexs and online shopping was still very sparse. I had been told by a friend that this store was "the best." I didn't really know what to expect. The few vibrators that I owned had either been a gift from a lover or purchased at a lingerie store or in the "novelty" section of a store like Spenser's Gifts. I knew that neither a lingerie store, nor Spenser's was going to have the "specialty" products that I was looking for.

I'm not sure what my friend's opinion of what "best" implied, but I thought the place looked seedy. I can say that it did seem to be clean. I went early in the morning in the hope that the "perverts" wouldn't be there yet. Actually, it was almost empty. There was one couple in the main shop area with me and they were over looking at videos. I assume the rest of the few cars in the parking lot belonged to people that were in the back in the video booths.

I quickly found the toy section and spent a few minutes looking over the selection. There wasn't a lot, but enough that I found a few things that were along the lines of what I was searching for. I grabbed them and beat a hasty retreat from the store. The clerk seemed bored and other than asking me if I needed extra batteries, we had little in the way of conversation. I paid and was driving home within a few minutes.

The rest of the weekend was spent on errands, laundry, paying bills, and preparing for my next trip. I didn't have the time available to devote to the drawn out session I was planning and I decided to wait until the following week while I was on the road. I packed up all my supplies in the bottom of a small bag and covered them with toiletries.

I went into the office on Monday and worked until late. My flight was a late morning flight on Tuesday. I got in and out of the airport and through the rental car agency with no problems. By late afternoon I was settling into my hotel room and making phone calls to confirm my appointments for the week. I ordered a salad from room service and after I finished eating, I began to plan the rest of my evening.

I began by drawing a hot bath. I soaked for a while and shaved my pits, legs, and trimmed my pussy. I decided to try out the Fleets enema first and I retrieved it from the bottom of my overnight bag. I carefully read the directions and had to go retrieve the lube to apply to the applicator tip on the Fleets container. I did this while letting the Fleets warm in the sink that I had filled with hot water. Following the directions, I prepared a second Fleets for a final rinse while I was getting everything else ready.

When everything was ready, I got on my knees on the floor and tried to push the applicator into my ass. The lube didn't help because the tip kept sliding around. After a minute or so, I finally got it positioned correctly and started to slowly slide it in while forcing myself to relax. It felt odd, but not much different from a finger. It definitely wasn't entirely uncomfortable.

The flood of fluid that followed was definitely something I wasn't used to or prepared for and the feeling of liquid in my bowels was something I associated with something a lot less pleasant. I realized that association was largely mental, and not a physical reaction. I lay on the towel on the floor for several minutes, absorbing the feeling of the liquid seeping deeper into my colon and doing its job. Finally, I moved to the toilet and released the fluid. I then repeated the process with a fresh Fleet's for a final rinse.

Now that I was all clean and "fresh," I moved to the bedroom and prepared to continue my experiment. I had laid out a few toys and brought the bottle of lube with me from the bathroom. I put a towel over the bedding before climbing into bed.

For that first time, I limited myself to inserting first one, then later a second finger in my ass. While I generally found the sensation enjoyable, I noted a couple of things. First, my short arms made reaching my ass a little difficult and limited me to the positions I could be in. Second, the positions I was limited to made my other favorite masturbatory accompaniments, such as reading erotic stories, almost impossible. While it was a good first attempt, it had its limitations.

I quickly recognized that I needed to move on to small toys that would "extend" my reach. Having gained confidence in my ability to accept two fingers I next tried a small vibrator that was about the same diameter as my fingers. I made sure to wipe the lube off my fingers because the vibe didn't have a base that would prevent it from getting "lost" inside me. Besides, I was more interested in determining my ability to handle the girth of the toy than the depth.

فانتزیته باشی برام مخاطب خــــــاص...!
ولی بدون ما ی مخاطب خاص داریم ک اون بالــــــاس...
اسمش خــــــداس...
پرچمش تو آسمــــــونـــــاس...
     
#107 | Posted: 19 Aug 2014 17:21

persian sex1



Darius Zatosh was an Iranian-American student. High school life was great, but a certain incident worldwide had affected his life in school. The Danish newspapers printed something which infuriated the Iranian government. Because of that whole incident, high schoolers and his own classmates had been harassing him about his Persian identity. The matters were made worse, by his high school teacher, Ms Eva Rasmussen. Being Danish-American and all, she was against the Iranian government and said that Denmark and all Western countries have freedom of expression, even at the expense of anyone, be it religion or politics.

Eva Rasmussen was also saying many anti-Iranian things as well, as how they should all be kicked out from Denmark, along with anyone else from North Africa or the Middle East. Her comments had hurt Darius, and many of his own friends started asking him, as to where his loyalties lied: to the United States of America or Iran?

Eva Rasmussen was an attractive Nordic Blonde teacher, with long blonde hair and she resembles that Blonde slutty character from the tv show Desperate Housewives. But she and Darius had had many rows and arguments. She had called Iran, an enemy of the United States of America and he called her a 'bitch'. One thing followed. He was sent to the Principal's office and his parents called over.

After that, Darius was made to apologize to his teacher, who coldly took his apologies. Darius did apologize, looking humble and all. But deep down, his parents hated it and their protests about Iran being called a 'terrorist' country was accepted in the context of free speech, patriotism, that she was teaching history lessons and that Darius must learn to see himself as an American, and Iranian second.

One day, when class was over, Darius approached Eva Rasmussen. She was sat down, marking assignments. As she noticed his shadow, she turned to look up at him. She said, "Yes. Can I help you?" Darius looked guilty and he said, "I am sorry that I called you a bitch." Eva cut him off, saying, "And you already apologized to me. You don't have to apologize twice."

He put his hand under his jacket and took out a necklace. She was mesmerized by it. She had never seen anything beautiful like it. "This necklace is for you. In Iran, the guilty party gives a present to someone whom they had offended. You can say this is how we Persians say sorry."

Eva tried not to laugh. As far as she was concerned, they were all arrogant and acted as if they owned America and that the rest of the world owes them. She looked at it. She became more mesmerized by it, saying, "That is a good way of saying sorry."

As she was still sat perfectly still, he placed the necklace around her neck. There. It was a Persian necklace, created from Persian sorcery. Darius smiled to himself. It worked. The whole "I have become humble" expression made her fall for it. Whoever wore this necklace around her neck, would have to obey the person who placed it on her neck.

"So Miss Rasmussen. Do you know who I am?", mocked Darius. He tried to look around, hoping that no one was seeing all this. Eva Rasmussen nodded here beautiful Danish-American head, saying, "You are my master." "Good", smiled Darius. He had plans for her. Darius now owned the beautiful, freedom-loving Blonde teacher.

Later, he had her take him to her apartment. She lived all by herself, which was perfect for him. He was sat on her sofa, while she stood in front of him. He was sipping a glass of coke, while she had to perform strip tease for her master. She took off her blouse, then her shirt. She was finally down to her bra and panties. After she took them off, Darius now had a much good view of his slave: naked.

"Slave, I want you to come and crawl to me", ordered Darius. Eva responded, "Yes master". She went on her knees, and then her palms dropped down to the floor. She crawled to him like a dog, while he unzipped his pants and took out his cock. "Now blow me with that racist hypocritical Danish mouth of yours.", mocked Darius.

Eva took in his cock in her mouth and started sucking it. He was not cumming yet, but then he really started getting his sperm quenching her thirst. He was holding her Blonde hair down, as she gave him his first Danish-American blow job. "That's right, my slave. Keep your master happy", ordered the enjoying Darius. Her mouth and jaw worked on his cock, drinking as much Persian sperm as possible.

After she finished, his cum was all over her face. "I want you to lie on your back", ordered Darius. Eva then lied on her back, towards the carpeted floor. He then started ramming his Persian Middle Eastern cock inside her cunt and started fucking her. She kept on moaning. He was fucking her, his cum flooding her Blonde pussy. His hands were groping at those lovely 40D breasts, and then he was sucking on her left breast, like as if he were a baby and she was his mother.

After sucking on her nipple and ramming her cunt really hard, they stopped fucking. He lied on the floor next to her, lying his head on her breasts. He said, "You are one good fuck, Eva." Eva responded, "Thank you master." He then kissed her breast, then went to her nape.

THREE WEEKS LATER
Darius owned Eva. In class, she still acted as if she was one of his students, so that no one would get the idea or smell something fishy. Even the other Persian American students in that high school knew about Darius and Eva, with the fighting arguments about those cartoons.

After class, Darius would go to Eva's house and have sex with her. But he was just horny and wanted something more. He then called five Persian American students, whom he knew, and they all showed up in her place.

Eva was now their amusement. She was sat on her own wooden table, plunging a large bottle inside her cunt, while Darius and his five Persian American guy friends were drinking and laughing at her expense. Her hand was shoving the bottle inside. Darius and the boys were cheering her on, saying, "Faster, faster." She did as fast as she could, until they could see her cum dripping out from her cunt, even surfacing on the bottle tip and started dripping on her wooden table.

"Ok stop", ordered Darius. She stopped. One of the Persian boys, Hamid, smiled and told Darius and others, "Hey I got an idea." His idea was a sick idea.

One day, he brought his dog over. Eva was naked and Hamid's dog's cock was inside Eva's human cunt. The dog was fucking Eva. Its paws were on her breasts. One of the Persian guys was carrying a camcorder and was filming the whole thing. Darius knew it was a great idea. Eva was also ordered to sometimes look at the camcorder's direction and say out loud, "We Danish Americans, like our continental cousins, love having sex with dogs."

Ali, another guy, laughed at her, "You got that right." They were all secretly enjoying her fucking a dog. She moaned, as the dog's beastly cock was hammering her fast and hard. Animal sperm was now inside her body.

Afterwards, Hamid made his dog leave her, so that she could go on all fours and the dog can take her from the back. The camcorder focuses on its furry cock entering her anally. Its cock, still dripping sperm, was now inside her ass. The dog started moving its cock way up her ass, like a locomotive moving inside a tunnel. She started moaning and getting all excited. This was all going on video.

After the dog took Eva from behind, she was then ordered to lie on the floor and give the dog a blow job, for all the hardwork it had done. She sucked on it, with the camcorder taping her face sucking on it. Darius made her at one point to stop sucking and let its animal sperm drip on her face. The camcorder had a real good view of the whole thing.

Darius and gang planned to sell the video and make some money for themselves, which they did. The horny porn producer saw the whole tape and he smiled. He too was a rich Iranian American and he loved what he saw. He said, "Bitch is doing a good job."

He paid them altogether $500 for it. Darius tried to bargain for a much higher price. He said, "Make it $10,000 and I'll say we are even." The porn producer smiled and then said, "Ok. We have a deal."

Darius happily took the $10,000 and the six boys were now ready to spend that much money. But they had more plans for Eva Rasmussen.

At night, Darius and gang made her dress like a street walker and acted as her pimp. They went to an Iranian American ethnic area and many Iranian men would whistle, just looking at Eva walk and dress like that. A fat Iranian man, who looked like Saddam Husesein, asked her, "How much?" Eva would smilingly say, "$100 an hour". In one night, she could attract at least 7 to 8 men. She made the money and it all went to Darius and gang.

They were not only her pimps, but fucked her as well. Her cunt, ass and mouth was far too full of Persian milk. Some of the man would pull up her whore skirt and fuck her straight on the ass, as she was made not to wear any panties underneath. She also wore no bra, so it was easy for man to come and suck and grope on her boobs.

As men fucked her right there on the streets, Darius and the boys were secretly filming the whole thing. This was the beginning of their blackmail scheme. Once she finishes fucking a man, Darius and his Iranian mafia high schoolers would come in the spotlight and blackmail the man, for at least $10,0000. The men were easily scared, not wanting to be shunned at by their community and so they always paid up.

Darius was starting to become a businessman.

IN THE END
Darius and his five friends went there separate ways, once they left high school. But as for Eva, Darius had then sold her off to an Iranian man, who lived in Canada and hated Americans. Darius told the man the whole story and he met this man through the internet.

The man looked at the sexy Eva and he paid Darius $10,000 for her. "I will teach this bitch a lesson for making remarks about our people", cursed the man. He looked like a serial rapist, who fled Iran for Canada, as his human rights lawyer helped him get Canadian citizenship.

The man was having sex with Eva all night. He would bite on her breasts and his cock would ram her cunt, when it was still dry. This would give her more pain. "Take that you fucking American whore. Take that", yelled the man at his newly acquired slave. She would respond, "Yes master. I am a whore for you."

At night, he slept with her, while his cock was still inside her ass, where it is nice and warm. Her Danish ass would keep his Persian cock warm and healthy, as he planned to make this bitch pregnant, with Persian children and living off Canadian govt's benefit money.

His cock was in her ass, while his hands were groping at her breasts, roughly of course. She just had to take it all. His abuse and his cock sometimes residing in that fine body of hers. He would whisper to her ears, saying, "You will never eat pork again

فانتزیته باشی برام مخاطب خــــــاص...!
ولی بدون ما ی مخاطب خاص داریم ک اون بالــــــاس...
اسمش خــــــداس...
پرچمش تو آسمــــــونـــــاس...
     
#108 | Posted: 19 Aug 2014 17:22

A Friendly Bet

BRRRRIIIIIINNNNG!

"Shit", I muttered to myself. "It never fails! Every time I get in the
shower!"

With that, I jumped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, heading for
the phone.

"Hello", I panted after running half naked through my house, picking up
the phone, and dripping water all over the floor in the process.

"Hey. What's up?" a feminine voice asked.

"Oh, hey Jen. I'm just about to have a shower."

"What are you doing tonight?"

"Uh, nothing. Why?

"I'm bored. You up for some foozeball?"

"Sure. If you're up for getting your ass kicked again."

"Hey Mr. Cocky! You better watch out. I've been practicing."

"Sure, sure. Just remember to bring the case of beer you owe me from
last time."

"Yah, yah. I'll be there around eight."

"Okay. See you then."

I hung up the phone and made my way back to the shower. Playing
foozeball wasn't my idea of a good way to spend my Saturday night, but
I didn't exactly have anything else to do. Besides, Jen and I always
have fun.

As eight o'clock rolled around, I pulled the foozeball table out, put on
some music and began to wait. I had known Jen for a couple years and I
didn't remember her ever being on time.

True to form, as it neared nine o'clock, the doorbell rang. Before I
could answer, the door opened and Jen marched in, pushing a case of
beer into my arms.

"Here asshole!" she said jokingly. "This will be the last time I'll ever
have to give you anything."

"Whatever you say princess," I answered sarcastically.

I had to admit Jen looked good. She was wearing a pair of low-riding
jeans with a studded belt that allowed the crack of her ass to peak out
over the top. The little black top she was wearing would have been
more suited to a nightclub than a foozeball game but I wasn't
complaining.

"You'd better put those in the fridge." Jen said with a wave of her
hand. "We wouldn't want any warm beer would we?"

"We?" I asked. "Who said you're getting any bitch?"

Jen opened her mouth in mock surprise. We joked around like that all
the time so it wasn't unusual for us to trade insults.

"You're the one that will be the bitch tonight," she countered. "My
bitch!" "Dream on. Let's play."

I took out a couple beer and put the rest in the fridge before making
my way over to the table. Jen was waiting, tapping her fingers
impatiently and glaring at me with her dark, almond shaped eyes. I
tossed her a beer and raised my own.

With a final "Good luck" we started to play.

Jen and I were starting to make our foozeball games a weekly tradition,
with me winning every single time. We would always wager something
which is why my fridge is usually well stocked with beer. In all
fairness, however, it was my foozeball table.

I won the first two games easily and downed two beer in the process.
Jen was taking it a little easier on the booze but was still drinking
her fair share.

"I have to admit," I said after scoring the game winning goal in the
second game. "You are getting better."

"Gee thanks," she drawled. "Just drop the ball."

"Are you sure you want to keep going? I usually get better as I drink
more."

"Best of seven series bitch! It's not over yet!"

"I think so far, you've been MY bitch."

My final comment shut Jen up and we began our third game. Ten minutes
later I was up 3-0 and Jen was head for the fridge to grab another
beer. "So where's Carrie tonight?" Jen asked, speaking in a baby voice
as she spoke my girlfriend's name.

It was no secret that Jen disliked Carrie, as she always seemed to
dislike my girlfriends.

"She's out with her friends," I answered.

"Uh oh! I bet she's getting fucked right now!"

"Settle down," I said dryly. "Why would she go out to get fucked when
she has this waiting at home?"

Jen let out a laugh.

"I'm just kidding," she giggled.

"By the way," I began. "Where's Kevin?" referring to her significant
other.

"Same."

I gave her a look of concern in an attempt at teasing her in the way she
had teased me.

"Don't even say it!" she blurted out. "He's not a cheater."

"What ever you say," I said with a smile.

"He's not."

"Okay."

"Fuck you!" Jen said, half laughing and tossing a bottle cap at me.
"Let's play. I'm just getting warmed up."

I took it easy on her that game and she managed to squeak out a meager
victory.

"Three to one, bitch!" she howled, dancing with excitement.

I could tell she was starting to get buzzed. Surprisingly it was making
her play better however and after she grabbed another drink we jumped
into our fifth game.

"Hey," I said halfway through the game. "How come we never hooked up?"

"What?"

"Why didn't we ever get together and... you know."

"Fucked?"

"Yeah."

I was always impressed my Jen's bluntness.

"Well," she said, cocking her head to the side as if in deep thought. "I
guess I don't like ugly guys."

"Ouch!" I said cringing. "That hurt."

"Just kidding," she returned. "We almost did. Don't you remember?"

"You mean...?"

"Yeah. Halloween. The night we met. I kind of wanted you."

"Really?" I asked as I scored another goal.

"Yeah. After we danced you probably could have taken me home."

Although I already knew everything she was telling me it was strange
hearing her say it. The fact was that I wanted her that night as well.


"I guess I missed my chance." I said in a over the top, resigned tone.

"You sure did."

We had become friend soon after that night and stayed ever since.
Except for the occasional flirting nothing had gone on between us.

"Oh well," I muttered. "I don't think you're dirty enough for me
anyway."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"I think I could handle anything you could give me."

Our conversation was starting to turn me on but I let the subject drop.
Jen ended up winning that game which brought our total to 3-2 in favor
of me.

"So you really think I'm not dirty enough?"

It was obvious that Jen wasn't ready to let the subject drop.

"I didn't say that. I said you're not dirty enough for me!"

"I think you would be surprised."

Her response peaked my curiosity and I took the bait.

"Okay, what's the dirtiest thing you've done?"

"I'm not telling!"

"Oh come on! You can't say something like that and then not tell me."

I had to admit I was very curious as to what Jen had experienced.
Although we joked around about sex all the time, we never really talked
about it seriously.

"I'll tell you what." she said. "If I win this game I'll tell you."

That's not fair! I..."

Jen cut me off by raising her hand.

"That's the deal. Take it or leave it."

Needless to say I took a dive and we were soon tied at three games a
piece.

"Okay, let's hear it." I said after admitting defeat for the third time
that night. "And this better be good."

"Okay, okay, Jen said, fidgeting with the handles on the foozeball
table. "Remember when I went to Mexico last year?"

"Yeah."

I leaned in closer, anxious to hear the story.

"Well I met a couple Australian guys. We hung out a few times and
stuff.

"And..."

On my last night there I had sex with both of them.

"Wow," was all I could say.

After a few moments to collect my thoughts I began to drill her for
details.

"Did they take turns or do you at the same time?" I asked, trying to
hide my growing erection.

"Same time."

"You slut!" I said laughing. "I would never have guessed!"

"Hey!" Jen answered, trying to sound hurt. "I was really drunk!"

"So they spit roasted you?"

"Spit roasted? What the hell do you.... Oh I get it. Yes. They spit
roasted me."

"Does Kevin know about this?" I asked, continuing my interrogation.

"Of course not. How would you feel if Carrie told you she got double
teamed?"

I was still too shocked to think about anything other that my friend
getting fucked like a cheap whore.

"Did they DP you as well?"

"DP?"

"Yeah. Double penetration. In the pussy and ass at the same time."

"In my ass!? Yuck. No, I don't do that!"

"What? Not at all?"

"Nope."

"So you'll get spit roasted like a dirty porn star but you won't even
try it in the butt?"

"It just doesn't appeal to me."

"Have you ever tried it?"

"No."

"Then you never know. You might like it."

"I doubt it."

"I told you you're not dirty enough for me."

"Oh yeah? And how many girls have you fucked in the ass before?"

"A few."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It's the best."

"Maybe for you."

"Hey, the girls enjoyed it too!"

"Yeah, I'm sure they did."

I let the subject drop, but unfortunately my dick did not. As we
started the next game I found myself staring at Jen, imagining her on
her hands and knees sucking some guy's dick while she gets fucked from
behind. In fact I was so distracted that she managed to score a few
goals before I realized what the score was.

"You're looking a little shaky," she said after scoring her fifth goal
of the game. "Did you drink a little too much?"

"I don't think that's it," I responded.

Jen tossed back her lustrous brown hair and flashed me a smile before
scoring another goal.

I let go of the handles and began to rub my wrist which was starting to
get a little sore.

"Oh, poor baby," Jen cooed. "It's probably all that jerking off you do."


Little did she know that she was going to be the subject of my
masturbatory fantasies that night.

Although I tried my hardest, Jen scored a few more lucky goals and
pretty soon I was down 9-0 and Jen was on the eve of her first victory
ever.

"So by the way," she said in a overly confident manor. "What are we
betting?"

"How about...If I win, I get to fuck you in the ass."

Jen stared at me with those sexy dark eyes, a crooked little smile
forcing it's way on to her face."

"Sure."

I was taken aback.

"Real

فانتزیته باشی برام مخاطب خــــــاص...!
ولی بدون ما ی مخاطب خاص داریم ک اون بالــــــاس...
اسمش خــــــداس...
پرچمش تو آسمــــــونـــــاس...
     
#109 | Posted: 19 Aug 2014 17:22

ST. TROPEZ



Amber strolled down the beach, marveling at the sheer beauty of the strip of sand know around the world as St. Tropez. Made famous in the sixties by Brigitte Bardot, it now was the play ground for the idle rich of Europe. This was Amber's second visit to the continent, but her first to the South of France, and it was all that it was cracked up to be and more!!! It was seven in the morning and she had the entire beach to herself, that is, except for the huge yachts that were moored not more than one hundred yards off shore. Picking up a shells as she went along, Amber could all ready feel the heat from the sun warming her bare back, even at this early hour! When she was far enough away from the main swimming area, she slipped behind some rocks and remove her shorts and halter top, and then lay down on her blanket for some serious sunning! Back in Ohio they didn't have any nude beaches, and even if they had, she wouldn't have had the guts to go naked in front of people she may have known, and even in France, five thousand miles from home, she found a secluded spot where no one would bother her. The heat felt good on her body, and the whole situation of being naked and on vacation made her pussy damp with excitement. She was half asleep and didn't hear the foot steps of an approaching male who also was doing a little shelling, and she was startled awake when he said in a heavy French accent, "Good morning mademoiselle, it is a beautiful day, no!?!"

Amber was total flabbergasted by the appearance of the middle aged man and desperately wished he would move on down the beach and leave her alone, but instead he just stood there looking at her naked body while making small talk. As she got a chance to look him over, he wasn't half bad looking for a man of about forty five, and she for a moment she forgot that she was lying naked in front of a total stranger with her legs partly open and her all ready damp vagina bulging full for him to see. He didn't seem to notice, however, and just prattled on about how much he enjoyed meeting people from all over the world, and how much he liked Americans. He introduced himself as Claude, and abruptly plopped down on the sand next to her. Feeling a bit more at ease, she slid over a little and offered him space on her blanket. He quickly accepted her offer, but before he got on, he stood up and casually removed his loose fitting shorts, exposing his penis to her now interested eyes. He wasn't the least bit embarrassed that he was semi erect, and lay down on the blanket next to an ever increasingly aroused Amber! Her vagina was now drooling along the length of her crack, the little drops glistening in the warm sunshine, while her breasts, large and full, soaked up the heat and shone with the sweat that ran down the valley between her bosom. She was finding it increasingly difficult to deep her mind on their conversation, as the feeling in her pussy grew more and more intense! She glanced down at his crotch, and groaned out loud when she saw that his once semi erect penis had grown to its full length of eight inches or so! He the offered, "I cannot help but notice that mademoiselle seems to be in need of, how do you say it, gratification!?!"

She nodded her head dazedly, hardly able to put two coherent words together, while slightly spread her legs farther apart, giving Claude an unencumbered view of her swollen lips! Almost casually he leaned over and took her all ready erect nipple into his mouth and sucked it gently, causing her vagina to gush uncontrollably under the heat of the morning sun! Her breathing had become shallow and labored, as the Frenchman used his talented tongue on her chest, nibbling and sucked at her hard nubs. "Does mademoiselle know that French men are the best in the world at orally satisfy and woman," he whispered in her ear? "No," she hissed, through clenched teeth, "I didn't know that!!!" "Would you care for me to demonstrate this phenomena for you," he asked innocently? "Oh, yes," she begged, "please show me, show me right now!!!" He laughed softly and slid between her warm sun tanned legs, kissing the inside of her thighs with soft wet kisses, working his way up to her moist pussy. "Oooo, la-la," he intoned gaily, while taking in a deep breath her sexual aroma, "you are in heat, no!?!" "Please stop playing with me," she begged, "do me now, please!!!" The next thing she felt was a long tongue slithering along the length of her crack, until it rested on her bulging little "man in the boat"! Within five seconds Amber's pussy was rocked by a thundering climax, the likes of which she had never felt before as her vagina flooded the Frenchman's mouth with a torrent of hot pussy juice that quickly covered the whole lower half of his face!

As her orgasm subsided, she had the unbelievable need to be filled with a large penis, and Claude seemed to read her mind like and open book, because a second or two later, he was shoving his thickness deep inside her waiting pussy! Amber was now like a bitch in heat, and the only thing that mattered was having another orgasm! She took her long legs and wrapped them around Claude's back, trying in desperation to lock their loins tighter together. Her mind was reeling, here she was on a public beach allowing a total stranger to take her sexually like no other man ever had in her life! All at once he picked up the pace of his thrusting, now hammering away at her helpless pussy with machine like efficiency, driving her like a wild animal to the brink of her climax! It didn't seem possible, but his penis seemed to get even harder as his own climax approached, and while looking directly into her eyes he said, "Mademoiselle, you are so beautiful, I had to pick you like a flower and hold you!" Just hearing his speak in such flowery language was all it took, and both of them held on for dear life as their orgasms ripped through their bo

فانتزیته باشی برام مخاطب خــــــاص...!
ولی بدون ما ی مخاطب خاص داریم ک اون بالــــــاس...
اسمش خــــــداس...
پرچمش تو آسمــــــونـــــاس...
     

#110 | Posted: 19 Aug 2014 17:23

Sleeping_Pills
Part 1


I live at home with my mom and sister. We lost my dad about 6 months ago to a car accident.
My sister is a year and a half older than me. We always got a long for short periods of time, but mostly we did our own thing.
My mom works during the day, so my sister and I are home a lot by ourselves.
Mom leaves the house about 8am every day and my sister rouses around 9 or so during the summer months.
My sister has always been the popular one. She's 5'5 about 120lbs with medium length brown hair and hazel eyes.
A lot of the guys seem to drool over her, though I never really paid attention that much. After all, she's my sister.
I did notice that she has a pretty solid build. She dances a lot and does the whole cheerleading thing.
She does have some of the largest tits on the squad as well.

I'm not what you would call a hunk. I'm more like a nerd. I'm 6 feet tall and weigh 150 pounds.
I have brown hair and blue eyes, though I do have 8" which I am pretty proud of.

Before my dad died I would work nights during the summer. Only 4 nights a week, but it was pretty tough on sleeping.
I usually got home around 4:30am and got to sleep about 5:30.
I've never really been a hard sleeper so I get woken up days by my sister taking a shower at 9am.
The bathroom is right next to my room, so I hear everything.

After my dad died, I had a real hard time sleeping. This was compounded by my working nights.
After about a week my mom noticed I was looking very tired and we talked about it.
She sent me to a shrink to "talk about things". What they decided was to let me use sleeping pills to help me sleep on the days that I worked and other days as needed.

The next morning after work I came home, popped a sleeping pill, took a shower and headed to bed.
I must say, I got a nice 7 hours of sleep.
I felt very refreshed and felt better about working in general.

After about 2 weeks I started to notice an unusual side effect of the sleeping pills.
I started to have very erotic dreams.
I swear they were wet dreams, except there wasn't the usual cum splattered in my shorts when I woke up.
Still every morning when I came home, I would take a pill, fall asleep and have some very wonderful dreams.
I swear I would even wake up in a haze to the pleasure of an orgasm and shooting out of my cock.
Then I would drift back to sleep. When I woke up, there wasn't any sign of my dream.
I even had a couple of dreams, or hazy dreams where I thought I saw a shadow figure in my room.

At first I thought this was just a wonderful side effect and thought about taking the sleeping pills more often.
After all, I get great sleep and a wonderful dream to boot.
But, I knew my mom would be pretty pissed if I took them all the time.

This continued on for about 2 weeks before I found out the truth.

A couple of mornings after I woke up I noticed that some of my cds were missing or rearranged when I woke up.
I immediately thought it was my sister coming in and taking things while I was asleep.
Though it was only on days when I took the sleeping pills. Maybe I was just being paranoid?
Or maybe she just knew she could take things while I was asleep.
I was a little pissed at the thought.
I confronted her about taking them, and she denied everything. Since I had no proof, I knew mom wouldn't believe me.
So, I decided to do a little detective work to find out.

The next time I had to work, I went and got our old video recorder.
I put it in my closet and put tape over the red LED that showed it was taping.
I aimed it to cover most of the room. It shot over the head of the bed to the corner where my CDs were.
Since I normally sleep for 6 to 7 hours I got an 8 hour tape and put it in and left for work.

When I got home that morning, I took my sleeping pill, took my shower, put on my boxers, turned on the recorder and climbed in to bed.

Soon I was sound asleep and again had another wonderfully erotic and orgasmic dream.

When I woke up, I went out to the kitchen to get something to drink and a little to eat.
I noticed I was a lone in the house. Mom was at work and my sister was probably out with her friends.
As I was finishing up I heard a click from my room and remembered that I had the video camera in my closet.

I went in to my room and there it was. The tape had finished and rewound itself.
I took it over and popped it in to the VCR connected to the TV in my room and hit play.

Of course my room came up and there I was sleeping away, kind of boring.
I hit fast forward and sat there watching me sleep. It took a while as I watched the timer on the VCR click away.
Then I saw a light and a figure enter my room. I hit play and watched. It was my mother. She walked over and gave me a kiss on my forehead then headed out the door. She must do that before heading to work. I resumed fast forwarding.
After fast forwarding about 3 hours worth of tape I hit Play so it would go slower while I went to the bathroom.

When the tape resumed regular play I could hear the shower running. It must have been my sister taking her morning shower.
When I got back from the bathroom I could hear my sister's blow dryer going on the tape.

As I sat down on my bed the blow dryer stopped and it was just me sleeping again.

I grabbed the remote and was about ready to hit fast forward again when I noticed a light coming in to my room.
My door had just been opened.
OK, I said to myself. I am going to bust my sister for taking my stuff.

From the door I heard my sister "Hey bro, you awake?"
Of course I was asleep so there wasn't any response. I was lying on my back with my face facing away from the door.
That is probably why I didn't wake up. Then again I probably wouldn't have woken up even if I had faced the door.

Then I watched as my sister entered my room wearing only a towel.
OK, show me what you're taking now, bitch!
Only she didn't go over to my cds.

What happened next floored me.

My sister walked over and sat down on my bed next to me.
She pulled the covers down to my knees and slowly ran her hand along my leg.
"Time to get up little bro", she said with a lilt in her voice.

I watched as she ran her hand down my chest and over my stomach.
"What the fuc..?"
I couldn't believe what I was watching

فانتزیته باشی برام مخاطب خــــــاص...!
ولی بدون ما ی مخاطب خاص داریم ک اون بالــــــاس...
اسمش خــــــداس...
پرچمش تو آسمــــــونـــــاس...
     
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