Monday, September 17, 2012

0 The first step toward forever - Chapter 1

As Evia stood in the narrow hall that led towards the restrooms she realized she was in way over her head. Dan stared into her eyes as she took a step back. Her back was firmly pressed against the wall. She knew then that agreeing to meet him face to face was a horrible idea. For a moment she thought about what her boyfriend would have to say if he knew she had gone there to meet an internet friend that she had been talking to and flirting with for years. The thought quickly dissolved as he stepped in closer to her. The heady aroma of his cologne was intoxicating. He did not speak a word. Instead he just reached out and placed his palm against her porcelain cheek. As he leaned in her eyes fluttered shut. She knew she should have stopped him but part of her really didn’t want to.

The moment that his lips met hers he knew she was scared. The kiss was more passionate and intense than she imagined it could be. Before she could stop herself she was kissing him back with matched vigor. It excited him to know that she understood there was no turning back now. Her heart raced as he pulled back. His fingers slipped down to her jawline as he gently coaxed her to turn her head. In that instance she knew he had not forgotten about her weakness. His lips met the delicate curve of her neck. He heard the soft whimpering gasp that she tried so hard to hide. Her body squirmed as he lavished her neck with attention. He knew what affect it would have on her before he had started kissing pale flesh. His body pressed against hers as he paused to whisper into her ear.
“I know you want this as badly as I do.” He felt her body stiffen. “You can’t hide it from me.” His teeth playfully nipped at her earlobe. “You want to be mine. Don’t you doll. It’s OK. I know you do even if you won’t say it just yet. Just know, before the night is over you will tell me. That I am sure of.”
It was a cruel question. Lying to him was impossible. She knew she couldn’t do it successfully. She would break. Her body had already begun its betrayal of her. Her lips would soon do the same. This betrayal would be a much deeper one. It was one thing to fantasize about allowing another man to touch her. It was quite another thing to allow him to do so and admit that she wanted him to. Still, they both knew the truth. She did want to say it. She longed to confess her true feelings to him but the words still would not dislodge from her throat.  He leaned in and gave her a deeply passionate kiss.
Dan knew his triumph over her was inevitable. Her body was begging for what only he could do to it. She would never understand how she managed to lose all control of herself in his presence. She just knew that he was the reason. His hand moved to her chest, palming her firm round breast. Without further hesitation he slid his hand down until it met the hem of her top. The thin purple cotton tank hid very little. Her nipples stood out like boulders atop her fleshy hills. His hand slipped inside and began to fondle her ample breast. She moaned every so softly into his mouth. He felt her back arch as she pushed her breast against his hand.
His fingers deftly toyed with her distended nipple. He could feel the change in her breathing as he pinched and tugged the hardened nub. It would take every ounce of her willpower to fight what she was feeling and he was feeling it slip from her as he continued to kiss her. His every touch urged her to speak the words. Her resistance was crumbling fast. A disappointed look quickly spread across her face as he broke the kiss once again. His hand tenderly cupped her breast as he used the opposite hand to slip the front of her shirt down far enough to expose her creamy white breast. She gasped, glancing around to see if anyone was watching.
Dan’s head lowered to her chest as his lips parted just enough to suck the brownish pink bud into his mouth. She drew a sharp breath as his teeth gently caught the tender flesh. He bit down just hard enough to give her a small burst of pain. She did not pull away or even make like she wanted to stop him. Instead she focused all of her energy on keeping silent. More than anything she wanted to admit defeat and give in to the lust that was raging inside of her but she was too stubborn to let him know how much he truly affected her.  She swallowed a moan before it could escape as he began to flicker the tip of his tongue over her sensitive nipple.
“Please… I can’t” She croaked. He immediately stopped what he was doing and took a step back, leaving her breast exposed.  “Not here.”  The bar was not overly full but all it would take is one person who knew her significant other to bring her world crashing down. News of any infidelity in that town spread like wildfire. She could not risk it.
He was prepared for her to beg for him to stop, but not for him to pause only while they were in such a public place. He noticed that she had not made any attempt to cover her bare breast. Instead she just stared at him pleadingly. His hand moved for her chest again but only to pull her shirt back into place.
“Gather your things.” He said before turning to walk away.
Evia was flummoxed. She did not know if she had upset him or if he just simply wanted to get her out of there to continue his quest to make her beg him for it. Either way she took no chances. She quickly grabbed her purse and headed to the parking lot to find him. He had already gotten the car started and was pulling around to where she stood. He stopped with the door directly in front of her. Her hand trembled slightly as she reached for the door handle. She knew if she got into the car there was no turning back. She didn’t have the willpower to continue to resist his charms.
She drew in a deep breath for courage and opened the door. He simply smiled as she got into his car. He wasted no time in driving to the motel he was staying in. The entire time he kept glancing over at her. She was visibly nervous but did not seem to be upset by the thought of being alone with him. He knew that she was not the kind of girl to just go along with something that she did not want to do. The thought of her wanting him so badly she would willingly go to the motel with him turned him on even more.
 Her heart felt as if it would burst from beating so quickly. He parked the car in the space in front of the door. Once she entered his motel room she could no longer make excuses to save her from his advances. There was absolutely no chance of anyone who knew her witnessing what would transpire between the two of them. Her willpower had already wavered. She did not hesitate to step inside. Seconds later she heard the loud click of the lock as it engaged. Dan wrapped his arms around her and pulled her body against his. Evia was shocked by how natural the embrace felt. She felt so safe in his arms even if she could not explain why. Before she could say anything, his lips met hers. Her eyes closed as she kissed him back with matched passion.
He slowly broke the kiss much to her disappointment. The fear that he had suddenly changed his mind crept inside her and began to grow with each passing second as he stared into her eyes. His hand moved to grasp her wrist as he took a small step back and released her from his embrace. He could see how suddenly frightened she was. He did not say a word. Instead, he guided her hand toward the large bulge in the front of his pants. It was all the reassurance she needed to wipe away any fear.
There was a small part of her that still believed she would be able to make him forget his plan to make her say the words but she was wrong. While her touch made his cock throb and his resolve weaken it would not be enough to pull him from his senses. He let her continue for several seconds.
“See what is waiting for you.” He whispered. “But only after you tell me what I know you want to say.” He pulled her hand away from his crotch. “Now, get undressed and get on the bed.”
For a moment she couldn’t move. The abrupt way that he had stopped her had left her stunned. She had never known a man to refuse the advances of a woman he so clearly desired. His self-control was as much of a turn on for her as it was a cause of frustration. All she wanted was to be ravished by him. There would be no refusing him though. Her heightened state of arousal made it impossible to resist obeying his command. She wanted to please him. Evia dreaded having to undress in front of him though.  It was not that she feared his reaction to her body. He wanted her. There was no mistaking it. Without her clothing to hide behind she would be completely vulnerable.
Her gaze immediately lowered. Slowly she began to remove her clothing, starting with her shoes. He watched in silence as she slid them off. The soft pink hue that painted her skin only seemed to make her more striking. She had told him before that there was much beauty in the art of submission and in that very moment he fully understood what she was talking about.  Her fingers trembled as she fumbled to unbutton her jeans, hoping that he did not notice. Once unfastened, she slid them slowly down to reveal her ebony lace panties.  She did not need to look up to know that he had not taken his eyes off of her.
She drew in a deep breath as she reached for the hem of her tank top. It was exhaled slowly as she began to lift it over her head. He watched approvingly. The more flesh that she revealed to him the harder his member grew. Her nipples remained swollen and waiting for his attention. The only thing that remained was her panties. She slipped her fingers under the edges and began to slowly peel them down.  Once they had slid past her thighs she let go, allowing them to flutter to the floor. She stepped out of them and without pausing turned toward the bed.
He could tell how incredibly nervous she was. It made him smile. He was nervous as well but he hid it much better than she had. She timidly crawled onto the bed. As she positioned herself he caught a glimpse of her wetness. Her sex was glistening. He licked his lips in anticipation. It was an action she failed to notice. She nervously squirmed to try to find a position she felt less vulnerable in but nothing worked. It felt like he could see right through her and into her heart. For a moment he just stared at her.
He knew she was struggling to not break down and say that she belonged to him. As badly as he wanted to hear her speak the words, he knew she never would unless she truly meant them. That was what made it even more precious to hear them. Dan carefully climbed on to the bed next to her. Instead of diving right in and tasting her sweetness, he reached for her hand. Her body stiffened at the first hint of a touch. He gently made her fold down her ring finger and pink, leaving her middle and pointer extended. He then eased her hand down to her shaven mound. She did not even consider trying to pull away from his grasp. It felt so natural to her to allow him to guide her. She sucked in a sharp breath as she felt her own fingertips brush against her slick flesh. He guided her fingers, controlling them as easily as he controlled his own.

He watched with great delight as she began to breathe heavier.  He used her fingers to tenderly stroke her clit. After a moment or two he released his grasp on her hand. He wasn’t surprised that she continued to touch herself the same way he had made her. He could tell she was getting incredibly turned on by performing for him. He reached over and placed his fingers under her chin, lifting until she met his gaze. 
“Slide those two fingers inside.” He whispered. Without hesitation she obeyed. She sunk her teeth into her lower lip as she began to press her fingers inside her tight little slit. It did little to stifle the soft moan from slipping free.  “That’s it love. Work them in and out slowly.”
Her eyes widened as she complied. She had never been more turned on in her life that she was at that moment. Her eyes remained locked on his as she began to push deeper with each stroke. Soon her hips were rocking to meet the movement of her fingers. She wanted desperately to climax but she knew she shouldn’t. He could tell she was quickly getting closer to doing so. His hand moved to hers once again and this time he pulled her fingers away from her dripping wet sex.  Without saying a word he brought them to her lips. She parted them slightly as he guided them into her mouth. She gave a slight moan as she tasted her sweet honey clinging to her skin. He released her hand and watched her slowly suck her fingers clean before removing them.
This time his fingers parted her lower lips. She gasped as he pushed them deep inside her.  He gently thrust them in and out a few times to get them fully coated with her juices before he withdrew them. She gave a soft, disappointed sigh. It was his turn to taste her. She nervously waited for his reaction as he placed his fingers in his mouth. She tasted as amazingly as he thought she would. It made him crave more of her but he knew if he did not let her calm down she would easily lose control. Only after she admitted she was his he would allow her such pleasures.
He remained silent as he moved off of the bed. She instantly became worried that she had displeased him. It was only after he began to undress that she understood. Just the sight of his stiff member made her want it even more. Still she could not bring herself to say the words. Not yet at least. Once he was completely naked he returned to the bed.  She could not help but stare at his body as he lay there next to her. It wasn’t the first time she had seen his engorged manhood. He had sent her pictures of it just as she had sent him naked shots of her as well. Somehow this time it looked so different.
If Evia had been bolder, she would have immediately formulated a plan to climb on top of him and ease his cock into her before he could refuse her. Fortunately she knew him well enough to know that he would only make her suffer a much worse fate for it. Her body already ached for his touch. Instead of trying to force the situation, she decided to use a little finesse. Her fingers cautiously moved toward his turgid shaft and wrapped tenderly around it. The feel of him throbbing in her grasp made it clear to her that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.

She watched her fingers slid gingerly up and down his shaft. The urge to take him in her mouth was growing more overwhelming. She had always been turned on by the act. There was something about the way it felt to be able to give a man such pleasure that stirred something deep inside her. Her movements were slow and deliberate as she leaned her head down toward his engorged member. He struggled to keep from gasping as he felt her warm breath on his skin just seconds before she wrapped her lips around his swollen cock. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she took more of his manhood into her mouth. Her soft lips hugged his flesh as she fed more of it in. She had told him about her prowess in the past but he never imagined that her abilities were understated. Skillfully she worked her tongue over his skin. She continued to take him deeper until the tip of his cock nudged the back of her throat. It was getting much harder for him to concentrate on keeping his composure.
Evia noticed that he tried to pretend that it did not faze him but she easily picked up on the subtle change in his breathing. Her tongue slithered across his shaft as she worked her lips up and down it at a slow pace. She wanted him to bring him so close that he would forget about the words and simply take her. Unfortunately for her he knew her plan. He gently reached down and pulled her off his cock and smiled wickedly at her.
“Don’t worry love. I wouldn’t dream of making you stop yet.” He said softly. “I just want a taste of you as well.”
He scooted down on the bed and pulled her on top of him so that her knees were on the bed just above his shoulders. Her elbows landed on either side of him as she tried to steady herself. She could hardly believe that he was doing this to her. Instead of waiting for him to begin she immediately took the head of his cock back into her mouth and began to lavish attention on it. He let out a soft moan of approval this time. His hands landed on her firm cheeks as he pulled her hips down. He was amazed at how wet she had become in that short time.
He leaned up slight as the tip of his tongue made contact with her delicate flesh. She could not help but moan around his bloated member. He felt her body stiffen as his tongue began to flicker against her clit. Her lips moved faster up and down his shaft as she began to suck harder. Her hips began to move as if she wanted to pull away from the source of the intense stimuli. He knew by her sudden erratic movements that he was getting to her. He tightened his grip on her and held her still as he plunged his tongue between her lips. Her mouth left his cock as she inhaled sharply.  A loud moan soon followed as he began to work his tongue deeper inside her. The taste of her honey coated his tongue. He knew that if he continued for much longer that she would surely climax, but he wasn’t ready to stop.
Her mouth attacked his rigid cock once again as she tried to concentrate on something other than the intense pleasure that he was giving her. He knew that she said it was very rare for a guy to get her off orally but her reactions spoke louder than any words she could have uttered. He knew that he could easily accomplish it. Her attempts to distract him did little good. As much as he loved feeling of his cock being engulfed by her warm wet mouth he had to remain focused. He was determined to make her say the words.
The frustration was starting to get to her. She knew that he would stick to his guns and she had no other options than to either remain unsatisfied or to break down and admit what they both knew to be true. She was his in every sense of the word but admitting it was a scary thing.
“Say the words and I will give you that release that you need doll.” He moaned.
It would be easy for him to close his eyes and let her continue to work her soft lips up and down his engorged cock. She clearly loved what she was doing to him and he was enjoying it immensely. He could have easily allowed her to keep going until he unleashed a torrent of his seed down her throat, but that would be too easy for him. He wanted to fill her womb with his first load and he was not willing to give up on that just yet. He leaned up, slowly dragging his tongue along her lips once more when she caught him off guard. Her hips jerked as she pulled away. His cock slipped from her mouth as she climbed off of him.
There was a jolt of fear that stabbed deep into him. He feared the worst and began to question if he had pushed her too far. She carefully moved off of him and knelt beside him on the bed with her hands folded in her lap. She did not look at him. Instead she stared down at the bed silently. He sat up, reaching out and gently brushing her hair back from her face with his fingers. The concerned look on his face escaped her gaze at first. His fingers moved under her chin and he lifted them until she raised her gaze and looked at him. He could see that she was scared. Just as he was about to apologize and offer to take her back she parted her lips to speak.
“I.. I am yours if you will have me.” She whispered as she searched his eyes for some clue to what his answer would be.
For a moment he could not speak. The words simply would not come. He had wanted more than anything to hear those very words from her but when she said them he was so surprised that he could not respond. He saw the horror spread across her face as she started to speculate and had to act. His hand slid to the back of her neck as he pulled her close and simply kissed her hard and deep. It was all that she needed. In that split second she understood everything that he wanted to say but could not. He had claimed her as his.
He laid her back on the bed gently, continuing to kiss her. As her back came to rest against the mattress he reached down and parted her legs widely. He broke the kiss, staring into her eyes as he moved to kneel between them. His hand came to rest just inches above her shoulder as he leaned over her. His fingers brushed along her cheek as he turned her head. Her eyes fluttered shut as she let him guide her. His lips moved to her earlobe, sucking it between them before nipping it gently with his teeth. Evia drew in a sharp breath. He released the small bit of flesh and leaned closer. She could feel his breath on her skin as his hand then slithered down her body to her breasts. He cupped one in his hand and whispered a single word. “Mine.” He gave it a slight squeeze before his hand continued to journey south.

Her eyes remained closed as his fingers moved slowly toward her shaven mound. It made her shiver as his fingertip grazed the little pink button. He repeated the word, causing her to tense again. “Mine.” Each time he said the word she found herself giving an almost unnoticeable nod of agreement. She was his and there was no mistaking it. His fingers found her lips and traced up and down them before he parted them. His thick fingers inched their way deeper as he said the word again. “Mine” She moaned softly as his fingers began to work in and out slowly. His lips left her earlobe and began to blanket the delicate curve of her neck. Her wetness was quickly increasing as he worked  them in and out. The way her body moved and the sound of her voice as she submitted to him aroused him even further. Dan slowly withdrew his fingers from her slit only long enough to bring them to his mouth. He sucked her sweet honey from his thick fingers before bringing them back to his prize. His lips left her neck and moved down to her breast. His lips slowly closed around her engorged nipple. Her back arched as he suckled softly and his fingers went back to work. She writhed as he began to suck harder for several seconds. His cock was aching to be inside her.
Please.” She whispered desperately only to have him bite down on her nipple. She yelped as the burst of pain mingled with the pleasure yet she did not pull away.
He returned to sucking first on the right then transferring to the left once he felt he spent sufficient time on the right. Her hips rocked in time with his fingers thrust while her juices clung to them. She was his and reiterated it with each fresh moan. His lips reluctantly left the swollen nipple and moved down her stomach to slowly approach her mound. His thrusts were careful as to not her her as he repositioned himself between her thighs. He intended to drink down his fill of her sweet juices before planting his seed in her womb. His lips closed around her pink bud and he quickly began to flick it with the tip of his tongue. Her body tensed as another moan left her parted lips. She was putty in his hands. His fingers drove deep while he lavished attention on her clit.
Oh God.” She murmured again and again.

The sounds she made made it impossible for him to hold back any longer. After three or four minutes his attention shifted and his tongue slithered down to her puffy pink lips just as his fingers retreated. His tongue dove into her tight wet folds and began to wildly lap at her. A passionate cry left her lips as he pushed deeper still. His skill astounded her. In the matter of a few very short minutes he had her teetering on the bring but she tried hard to fight it. Her stubbornness made him even more determined to push her over the edge. He gave her only a second or two reprieve as he slid his tongue out of her and pushed his finger back in.
You will cum for me doll. Do not fight it.” He said softly.
His finger slid out and his tongue resumed its work. Evia gasped loudly as she felt the tip of his finger pressing against her tight little pucker. In a single swift move he pushed it in deep and began to thrust in and out with it at a speed that matched his tongue. She could do nothing but give in. She had no choice. He knew her body too well already and he would not stop until he got what he wanted most. Her hands moved Her voice lilted as she started to shudder. The first rush of her warm honey hit his tongue much to his delight. He licked faster as he tried to capture every last drop of it before it could escape her slick slit. His finger continued to work in and out of her tight hole faster and faster, prolonging the ecstasy. Once he was satisfied by how hard she came for him he pulled back and sat back on his heels.
She laid there with legs still trembling as he watched her try to catch her breath. He moved over her, placing one hand just above her shoulder. His free hand wrapped around his throbbing cock as he guided it to her wetness. He pushed slowly, just enough to let the head of his cock slide between her lips. He smiled lovingly at her.
Good girl” He whisper as he stroked her cheek.
The expression on her face was priceless. She looked as if she could burst into tears of joy at any seconds. His hand landed on the bed as he leaned down and placed his lips to hers. She could instantly taste herself on him as he kissed her passionately. His hips moved forward in a slow steady manner as he planted his cock inside her. She moaned into the kiss as he pressed deeper and deeper. His thrusts remained slow but firm as he began to pump his cock in and out of her. Her folds tightly hugged his rigid shaft as if she were made for him and only him. He broke the kiss and stared down into her eyes. She knew not to look away. She doubted she could even if she wanted to. The connection they shared felt deeper at that moment than any either of them had ever shared. Her moans grew louder as her hips worked to meet his thrusts.
He groaned and grunted as he felt her muscles seize around him the moment she began to climax again. It took every ounce of self control to keep from spilling his load into her at that precise moment. It felt much too good to give it up so quickly. To distract himself he forced himself to focus on what must happen next. He could not leave her there. He wouldn't. She belonged to him now. Her sweet cries of pleasure pulled him back from his thoughts. Dan could not hold off any longer. He could feel her body preparing for another orgasm and he took full advantage. He pushed harder and faster into her. She stared deep into his eyes as she felt the overwhelming sensation take hold. She shuddered and writhed beneath him which quickly caused him to let go. She felt the warmth spreading inside her as he filled her with his seed as her own juices coated his throbbing member.
He stared into her eyes for what felt like an eternity before either of them made a move. His cock was softening inside her as he leaned down and kissed her softly once again. He had expected to see a bit of remorse or shame surface after she had calmed down but happily he found none. She stared up at him with such devotion that he could not help but smile. He kissed her again before withdrawing his spent cock from her well fucked pussy. He collapsed on the bed beside her with an exhausted but happy smile forming on his lips. He pulled her to him, holding her close as he closed his eyes for a moment. There would be much to do before they would leave. He stroked her hair as she lay with her head on his chest. It wasn't long until he realized that she had fallen asleep. He soon followed with thoughts of what would follow happily playing through his mind.

0 Mom's Best Friend

Mom's Best Friend

Chapter 1

Mary Power looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror, saw her firm, full tits, saw her plain black nylon panties, her only remaining garment, made one final try to overcome temptation--and failed. Pushing her panties down quickly, she turned and went to open the door to admit the source of her temptation--King, her big German shepherd.
Seeing the woman naked, King knew what to expect, and his big tail wagged with excitement at the thought of mounting the woman's big ass and ramming his prick into her cunt for a magnificent fuck. At once, his snout went to her crotch to sniff and she rubbed his head as she talked to him.
"Yes, King, you're going to fuck Mommy again, you lucky dog. You really like my cunt, don't you? You don't consider me a pervert like the rest of the world would if they knew."
Mary knew it made no sense talking to her dog about her problems, but there was nobody else, had not been since her husband left almost a year ago. Even when he'd been around, there hadn't really been anyone to talk to. He'd had his beer and television and that was enough. The most intelligent sounds she'd heard out of him in the last couple years of their marriage were his seemingly unending beer farts.
Even when he'd gotten around to sex, it was no good. He liked to feel her up a little, until she began to get nice and horny, then he would give her his cock to suck. If she got it in her cunt two or three times a year, she had felt fortunate; otherwise it was suck, suck, suck.
It wasn't that she minded sucking a cock; she enjoyed it once in a while, but not as a steady diet.
What finally brought it all to an end was that Saturday afternoon when, full of beer and watching a football game, he called her to him at half-time, put a hand under her skirt and played with her crotch for a minute or two, then took his cock out and told her to go down on him as half-time entertainment. That was the day she told him to stick his cock up his ass, that she was finished.
He seemed to sense it and just before she turned and walked out of the room, she saw him jerking off, holding a beer can in his left hand to catch his jizz.
"That should be a perfect marriage," she told him sarcastically, and walked away.
But it wasn't the time for thinking of the old unhappiness or even of the unhappiness to come. King was sniffing at her crotch, trying to get his long tongue at her cunt, and she wanted it as much as he did, so she went to the bed, sat on the edge, then fell back, opening and raising her legs to give her cunt to him to be licked.
Sighing and panting, Mary felt her passion flaring as the big animal lovingly licked her twat. She knew it was going to be one of those days when he would lick her snatch all the way to a beautiful big come, a come she would feel all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes, and then she would be kneeling and he would mount her ass to give her a magnificent fucking with his man-sized cock.
Without warning, King stopped licking her snatch and then she saw him trying to mount her as she lay on her back with her crotch still wide open.
"Down, King," she scolded and he obeyed. "Just because you fuck a woman doesn't mean you're a man. Come on," she urged, a hand rubbing her cunt, "get back to licking my pussy for me. Lick my cunt and make me come."
The dog resumed his licking, and this time he stayed on the job until Mary felt the big orgasm getting ready to explode inside her. She caught her breath, held it, then she was coming, jerking her crotch away from the big animal and lying face down on the bed, her chubby, white ass bouncing as rubbed her pussy mound on the sheet in ecstasy. Sitting beside the bed, King watched her squirm and shiver all over the bed.
"Oh King, that was lovely," Mary said with a sigh as she got up. Then she went to crouch beside him on the carpet, a hand under him, grabbing his big prick and giving it a slow jerking, though she doubted that he needed to be set up to fuck her.
"Yes, King, you like it when Mommy plays with your big cock, don't you? What a lovely cock you have, you big beauty. It feels so good when you're ramming that beautiful prick up my cunt and fucking me. Are you all set now, lover?" she asked as she looked and saw the wet, red cock sticking out of the sheath and decided it was time to play bitch with him, to get down on all fours and give him her ass to ride and her hot cunt to fuck.
Releasing his cock, she smiled, patting the big animal on the head; then she was kneeling so that she could watch their reflection in the full-length mirror while he fucked her. The animal showed how well he had been trained by sitting obediently, his eyes feasting on her naked body until she gave the command for him to come and fuck her.
He got to his feet at once and bounded across the room to her. As he reached her, he took just one sniff of her cunt, then he mounted his human bitch, wrapped big paws around her and began jabbing a cock which grew alarmingly as the sheath peeled all the way back off his cock, a cock which was almost what Mary had called it--man-sized.
Looking in the mirror, a profile view, Mary saw the big prick jabbing the air and loved the sight of it, thrilled to the sight of the big cock and the excitement of her dog; then the tip of his jabbing prick touched the edge of her cunt and Mary braced herself for what was to come.
The animal paused, she heard him panting, then he jabbed again, and this time his cock went straight and true, right up her cunt. There was never anything at all tentative about King. That first jab of his cock invariably sent at least half its length up her hole, and then he was panting as he fed the rest of it into her and made her know that her cunt was full of stiff cock.
"Oh yes ... oh yes ... oh yes," Mary panted as her big dog began fucking her, screwing as no man ever had, his banger pistoning up her snatch so fast that strokes couldn't be counted as they blurred into what became a magnificently thrilling fuck, one that went on and on.
As King continued to hump her big, white ass, Mary played the trick she always played, turning off her mind so that she had no concept of time, only of stiff, hard-driving prick in her cunt and a vague, powerful beast mounted on her ass, his rampant prick raping her as she knelt helplessly.
In her fantasy, she was tied over a padded bar, totally helpless, while the animal fucked her. Sometimes the beast had no definite identity; at other times he was a giant gorilla. Always, though, there was an audience on hand, a big audience of men and women who laughed at her, taunted her and urged the animal on with the fucking.
She saw the audience clearly this time. They were a fashionably dressed group, men in formal evening dress and women in low-cut gowns. And then she saw that the gowns the women wore were more than low-cut; they were topless, so that their boobs showed clearly--little tits, medium-sized, big and beautiful, big and floppy, every type.
And then she saw something about the men that she hadn't seen before. They all had their cocks out and every cock was stiffly erect.
Terrified that all those men were going to follow the animal and fuck her to death, Mary asked if they were an going to screw her. One man replied, his voice ringing clearly through the room, telling her that they wouldn't think of sticking their cocks in her violated cunt. He told her that she was only good enough to be fucked by animals, that they were going to fuck their women--decent, normal women who fucked men, not beasts.
The fantasy was going out of control, and Mary could find no way of stopping it; then the big dog began to twitch and jerk on her ass, and she felt his hot juice shooting up her snatch.
The fantasy clicked off instantly. She was alone in her room again, alone with her dog and he was panting in frenetic delight as he shot her a full load of sperm, then paused to rest against the smoothness of her ass. Finally, he dismounted and curled up on the floor to lick at his well-used cock.
Mary usually felt beautifully content after the dog had screwed her, but this time the same glow wasn't with her. Wanting her come, she knelt up and sent a hand into her crotch, a finger finding her hard clit near the top of her gash.
Refusing to think back to the fantasy which had been so painful, she looked at her four-legged lover as she fingered her twat, looked at the reflection of her big tits in the mirror, seeing them jerk and sway, feeling the promise of orgasm growing stronger and stronger.
And then it was there, a beautiful big come, and she panted and moaned and grunted, her big ass jerking strongly as wave after beautiful wave of orgasm swept over her and washed away the ugliness left behind by the cruel fantasy, washed it away and left her feeling gloriously content as she knelt back on her haunches while the dog looked at her curiously, as though wondering what all the fuss was about.
And then Mary noticed the time. It was a bit later than she thought, and her daughter could be home from school soon. Chasing the dog out of the room, she picked up her panties, stepped into them and snugged them around her body, covering but not destroying the glow she felt, especially in her crotch.
As she dressed, she told herself that it was better when she fucked the dog at night since she didn't have to get dressed later, but could lie in bed, naked, savoring the golden post-orgasmic glow until it blended with sleep and she drifted gently away.
She had been dressed only a few minutes when Sharon, her thirteen-year-old daughter, returned home. Sharon was a pretty girl who was well-aware of it, and who dressed to show her budding little titties and wore tight jeans to show off her nicely rounded behind.
Mary had spoken to her about that a few times, but Sharon used the stock answer that all the girls dressed that way and she couldn't be different or they would laugh at her.
There had to be some argument to use against that, Mary felt, but she had never found it, and so she let it go and her daughter continued to display her wares in the sexy packaging. When Sharon got a little older, Mary promised herself, she'd have to do something about it, though she didn't know just what that would be.
After all, at thirty-two Mary could recall her teen years quite clearly. She remembered how it felt when her little tits began to develop, how carefully she had watched them grow. She recalled the long sessions of posing before her mirror, watching as her body began the long, long trip from girl to young woman.
But Mary didn't have any reason to envy Sharon her nice figure, since she had retained hers. She was a little heavier than she had been ten years ago, but the added weight had been distributed nicely. Her tits, ass and thighs were still firm and shapely, and she was pleased to observe that men still looked at her, sometimes turned around to do so; she had remained conscious of diet and exercise, determined to keep her figure as long as possible, even though, in times of depression, she told herself it was wasted when her only lover was a dog who didn't care what she looked like as long as she had a cunt to offer when she got down on all fours.
"How was school?" she asked her daughter, and then they chatted about little things, the girl pleased that her mother liked to chat with her, to share her interests, unlike the mothers of most girls she knew.
Mary was aware of that and cultivated it. She knew how much the divorce had upset their daughter, even though Sharon's father had paid her little attention.
After a little while, Sharon told her mother that she wanted to watch a lot of television that night and she had homework to do, so she went to her room and closed the door, knowing that her mother wouldn't disturb her.
But it wasn't homework Sharon had on her mind just then. In a crowded hallway after final class, Tommy, a boy with a reputation as an ass-grabber, had stolen three exciting feels of the seat of her tight jeans. That had been especially flattering, since he usually chose older girls for that. It told her that she had a nice ass, nice enough to attract the sixteen-year-old who preferred older girls, yet was attracted to what she packed in the seat of her pants.
Opening her jeans, she pushed them and her plain white panties down, and looked at the patch of fuzz above her pussy. She wished it would hurry and develop into a patch of real hair rather than just peach fuzz; yet, she told herself, Tommy would love to see it and feel it and check below to see and feel her little cunt. If she gave him the chance, she sensed, he would do more than just see and feel her cunt; he'd stick a big, hard cock in it and break her cherry. It would hurt, and then she would watch her belly getting big with a baby.
Sharon didn't like that thought, so she turned it off. She twisted to look at her ass in the mirror. The cheeks were plump and firm and so smooth. Closing her eyes then, she squeezed one, the way he had squeezed it, and she could understand why Tommy was an ass-grabber. Asses felt nice, she thought to herself as she squeezed and rubbed both cheeks.
Sharon blushed a little as she found herself wondering what it would be like to feel a girl's butt, maybe a bigger girl with bigger cheeks. She had heard vague stones about lesbians and had always thought them perverted and sick, but for the first time she was able to think about being naked with another girl without feeling anything but excitement.
She thought of Angie, her fifteen-year-old friend, her best friend. Angie would have a lovely ass, Sharon thought as she looked down at her fallen jeans and panties. Then she had a finger in her pussy, and she was ready to start diddling herself.
When she finger-fucked her snatch, she usually enjoyed fantasies in which she peeped while men and woman did sexy things to each other, but this time her thoughts were only about Angie.
As the little finger moved excitingly in her warm slit, she saw Angie standing with her pants and panties down around her ankles and she was standing behind her friend, playing with the cheeks of her ass and telling her friend how firm and silky her butt was.
Angie enjoyed it, too, and then they went to the bed where Angie lay face down. Sitting beside her, Sharon pushed her blouse up higher, then took the rest of her clothes off and resumed playing with her lovely bare ass while her friend squirmed and sighed and begged for more.
It became the strongest fantasy Sharon had ever experienced, and she worked at keeping it alive and strong. Angie wanted Sharon to finger her pussy for her and she agreed boldly, but she didn't want to stop playing with her friend's pretty ass in order to do it, so Angie stood and she sat on the edge of the bed.
While her right hand played with a silken buttcheek, her left went into her friend's crotch and rubbed her pussy warmly. Angie had a nice patch of coppery hair to crown her cunt, and Sharon envied it, but she didn't let that disturb the enjoyment she got from playing with the big asscheeks. Then her finger was in Angie's slit and she fingering her box while her friend panted.
When she felt the approach of orgasm, Sharon was not sure for a moment whether the come was going to be her's or Angie's. Then it struck, and she knew it was hers as her young body trembled and jerked strongly until the spasms stopped, leaving her breathless and feeling wonderful.


Chapter 2

The next time Mary took her dog to her bedroom, it was after eleven at night, and her daughter was sleeping soundly, as she always did. She went to the window and closed the drapes, but it was just a routine thing, and she did it carelessly. In the beginning, she had been very careful that the drapes were closed tightly, perfectly, but as the sex bouts with the dog became more and more common, she became less careful.
This time, the bottom of one drape curled back, leaving a small triangle, but enough so that someone with an eye pressed close to the window would be able to see clearly into the room. Mary was unaware of it.
"Yes, King," she whispered as she opened her dress, "I'm going to strip bare naked and you'll give me a nice cunt-lapping, and then I'll get down on the floor and you'll mount me and give me a nice big fucking."
Taking her dress off, she patted the animal, then went on undressing, not aware of the opening in the drapes, not aware that a man was walking that night, a man named Adam.
Adam had once been a happy man. He operated a very successful business, he had a daughter and a son, and he had his own Eve. She had been a wonderful woman, one who loved to laugh and to care for her children and her home, and she especially loved to romp with her husband--in bed, in the kitchen, in the car, outside in the garden, after dark, anywhere at all.
They had explored sex together and had learned so many things about it. The first time he went down on her and brought her to orgasm with his mouth and tongue, she decided she was no longer interested in one day going to heaven; she had found a better place.
After that, it seemed only logical that she should do the same for her husband. They both had trembled as she pushed the head of his big cock into her mouth and he showed her how to suck a man off and drink his rich, warm cream.
To the surprise of neither, she loved blowing him and did it often, even when he was driving the car and she was curled up on the seat beside him, his big cock stretching her mouth as she sucked, wanting to giggle if she had been able to, when he began shooting. Then he would be grunting and groaning, holding onto the wheel for dear life with both hands.
More than a few. times, he had caught her bending over in the kitchen, and she had only sighed as he tossed her skirt over her back, lowered her panties and after playing with her ass for a little while, had used a bit of butter to lubricate her asshole, then slowly worked his long cock up there to bugger her.
And there were so many more beautiful times as their lives became richer and more exciting with each passing day, until the same fate which had been so kindly in bringing them together, proved to have a vicious side as well.
It began with the headaches which pained her so and became more and more consistent. The doctor gave her a prescription to kill the pain and suggested she was bored with family Life and should develop other interests.
Angry, she didn't go back to him. The pain of the headaches was somewhat dulled by the medicine. She learned to live with it until Adam insisted that she go to another doctor.
This one was more concerned and had her go into the hospital for tests, tests which shattered her world and Adam's when they disclosed a brain tumor. It was inoperative. All she could do was live with a constant pain and a constant, haunting knowledge that the pain would go away soon, when she died. And then she did, and Adam was left with his grief, his memories, and a fourteen-year-old girl and eleven-year-old boy.
Nights were the worst times, those nights when, only partially awake, he would reach for the lovely, silken buttcheeks and not find them. He would be wide awake then as he realized what had happened. After that, there could be no sleep for a while, not until he had numbed the hurt with whiskey and water, much whiskey and a little water.
Evenings were bad, too, especially after the kids were in bed. Those used to be among the best times as they necked in the living room until all was quiet. Those were the times when her clothes would be removed gradually, and then the fun and games would start.
The lonely evenings tortured him for months; then he tried to escape them by walking. The house safely locked, he would walk the streets until he was so tired he knew he would be able to sleep, especially if, when he returned to the house, he jacked off, as he so often did.
And then, late one evening, as he walked a quiet residential street, he noticed a movement behind an undraped window and looked again. He saw a woman in a white slip, folding her dress over the back of a chair.
Instantly, he felt guilty about peeping at her, but he couldn't stop himself from moving closer. As she caught the hem of the slip and pulled it over her head, he felt his cock stirring and knew that he would jack himself off that night, perhaps before he got home.
He stood on a spot at the top of a hill. The houses were below street level, and he could see clearly into the bedroom, could see that she was alone in the second-story room.
She took her bra off and her tits looked good, big yet firm, and she rubbed them in the way a woman does after taking off her bra; then she sat at a vanity and fiddled with her hair for a little while.
When she got up, her back turned to him, she pushed her white panties down and stepped out of them, naked, her beautiful, rather plump ass pointed right at him so that he could see the deep crack between the big oval cheeks.
Sensuality flared as never before for Adam, and he pressed carefully against a big tree, checked to see that he was alone on the relatively darkened street, then took his cock out. It was hard and sensitive to his touch as he held it.
Her back still turned to him, the woman dropped her panties on the floor, then bent to pick them up. As she did, her ass widened, looking so white in the light of the room and then he saw more than her ass, saw the slash of cunt in her relatively hairless crotch and he gave his cock a few tugs.
Going to the bed, the woman lay on her back, her legs wide apart. For a little while, she fondled her tits, then her hands rubbed down slowly over her tummy and down to her thighs. When one hand returned to her boobs, the other remained much farther down, rubbing toward her crotch; then it was there, slowly stroking her twat.
As Adam realized that she was going to finger her cunt, he decided he would masturbate along with her, holding back until she climaxed before firing his load into the darkness. Then he almost groaned aloud as the woman got off the bed and walked naked to the window, her tits bobbing as she reached to draw the drapes.
He was angry and frustrated, but still wildly aroused. He pulled his cock fast as she closed one drape, then moved across the open portion of the window to close the other. He could still see one big tit, in that moment before she could get the drape closed, when his charge went off, spurting through the darkness.
When he was drained, he hurriedly stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped his fly closed. He knew she was behind the drapes fingering her cunt, but since the drapes were tightly closed, he knew he wasn't going to be able to see her, so he turned and began walking toward his home, his heart still pounding, his legs, especially his knees, still a little weak.
His nightly walks became more frequent after that night. Often, he visited the street where it had all begun, but only rarely did he see the same woman undressing before the undraped window. It happened sometimes, but he guessed that she was only a part-time exhibitionist, that she staged her striptease only when the mood was on her. He wondered about her private life and guessed that, like him, she was unhappy and alone.
From time to time, Adam thought of an affair with some healthy, happy woman, but he knew that couldn't be, not for him. One emotional commitment had been enough; he had given all and he was drained. There could never be a woman to replace the one fate had taken from him. He would use peeping to stimulate and to fill the void, but that would have to be enough, that and his masturbation.
Adam was an intelligent man and he learned the tricks of his trade. He walked quiet, not too well-lighted streets and service lanes which gave him access to the rear of houses. He learned that the fully undraped windows could rarely be counted on to provide a show, but that carelessly closed drapes or blinds not quite lowered all the way were much more promising since they gave the occupants of the house a false sense of privacy.
He kept notes of every score, addresses, times, subject matter, comments. From his notes, he was able to schedule a series of routes to follow.
Usually, the show consisted of a woman undressing for bed or bath, sometimes with a man, but there were those special shows that really turned him on, those scenes where a man and woman went into a bedroom together and he saw that they weren't eager to sleep.
They would kiss, and the man would fondle the woman. Sometimes they would be laughing, other times there was an air of passion without humor as they hurriedly stripped. He loved to watch the foreplay, the fondling and sucking of tits while the woman played with a stiff prick. Once in a while, he would see a more daring couple, and the man would suck and lick her cunt, making her come before they fucked.
Whenever it was possible, he would have his hard cock in his hand while he watched, and sometimes he lost control and shot his wad while the show was still going on, but he tended to be careful, and that didn't happen often.
One of the frustrations of the trade was car headlights, another was other night walkers, but he learned to live with them. The only thing he ever carried was an evening newspaper, so that he would appear to be a businessman who had gone out to buy a paper and decided on a stroll before going to bed.
His biggest score was an apartment window which he observed from the fire escape of a darkened, abandoned building across a vacant lot. Two beautiful young women were undressing for bed and in the course of their disrobing, they began to play.
When they were naked, they fell onto the double bed together and began fondling each other while they shared many passionate kisses. They fondled and sucked tits, stroked thighs and asses and played with cunts until Adam feared he would fall off the fire escape as he kept pressed against the darkened wall. Then they nearly drove him out of his mind as one of them turned and then they were in an end-to-end embrace, each sucking and lapping the cunt of the other.
They staged a lengthy, lusty, lesbian performance for him, and as they lay together resting after both had climaxed, Adam stared at them while he slowly pulled his stiff, throbbing prick until the churning in his balls told him it was time for blast-off. His eyes feasting on the resting women, he panted as his sperm shot out into the darkness.
Adam visited the fire escape often, and his beautiful lesbians performed for him many times.

0 Angie's Dog Orgy

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Chapter 1
 It was almost one a.m. The dance floor was crowded, swollen with anerotic jostling of squirming loins and legs and asses. Angie had beendancing almost nonstop for the last two or three hours. She loveddancing--it made her feel so alive, so sexy. It was dancing that let herexpress all the latent urges and frustrations that smoldered beneath thesurface of her seemingly calm and self-confident appearance. She letherself go on the dance floor as she did nowhere else, sensuouslywrithing her hips and buttcheeks in their flesh-hugging trousers withthe rhythmic abandon of a well-trained belly dancer. In fact she hadtaken belly-dancing lessons for a few months. But, like so many of herfleeting fancies, that one had soon fallen by the wayside. At last the hot, urgent number that had been throbbing on for the lastfifteen or twenty minutes, hypnotizing the dancers in their own privatefervor of rock ecstasy, came to an end. Though Angie knew that herforehead was beaded with a light film of sweat, that her throat wasparched, that her exhausted limbs longed for a moment's break, sheremained standing, waiting for the next number to start, airilyoblivious to the entreating looks of her tired partner. Angie and her date, Dave Wagner, had exchanged scarcely more than ahandful of words since they'd entered the nightclub. And that was justfine with Angie. She had had little enthusiasm for Dave's advances sofar, but the handsome real-estate agent had been persistent so, equallybored with the prospect of an evening at home in front of the TV, Angiehad agreed to come dancing. When she was dancing, it didn't reallymatter who she was with. She could enjoy herself just grooving on thehard, insistent presence of the music, her head empty of anything butthe beat, her body leading an existence all its own, flying with theband, turning on to their wavelength--and moving. From time to time she emerged from her private world to note admiringglances from the men dancing nearby. Their admiration gave her a feelingof power, of confidence. She didn't need them. She was operating on aplane far away from them. But still she enjoyed the titillation of theirheated glances on her full swaying tits that moved freely under the thincovering of her Indian cheesecloth blouse, on her rounded ass grindingsensuously inside her clinging, modishly long jeans. She had left hershoes under their table, and even her bare feet on the cool dance floorfelt incredibly sensuous as her toes gripped the tiles in methodicalresponse to the beat. The band had struck up another number, only this time it was a slowmournful ballad, the first of the evening. Angie was disappointed andturned to return to their table, deciding that this was as good a timeas any to enjoy a drink and a rest. But before she reached the edge ofthe dance floor, Dave had grabbed her hand and pulled her back towardshim, enclosing her in a tight embrace and a slow waltz rhythm.Resignedly she acquiesced, burying her blonde head in her partner'sshoulder and gradually letting herself drift with this more subtle callof the music. Dave Wagner had been waiting all evening for his chance to lay hands onthe ripe, sexy-looking body that had been grinding so tantalizingly, soteasingly before his rapt gaze for the last several hours. Jeez, she's a hot one, he'd said to himself, barely able to keep hishands by his sides as he surveyed the rounded lushness of her full boobsunder her blouse. Obviously she was wearing no bra, but her tits stillstood up firm and luscious, almost begging to be squeezed and caressed.When she'd turned her back to him and wiggled that tight swelling assright at him, he felt a responsive jerk in the crotch of his pants. Thiswoman turned him on, and no mistake, but she seemed cool, distant. Hefigured it would take a little of the old psychology to get into herpants tonight. And the first step had been to get her into a close embrace, dancingslowly and gently with her held tight in his arms. He felt she couldlearn to trust him this way, realize that he wasn't going to attack herthe first minute he got near her. That would come later, once he'd got her nicely mellowed with booze andseduced into the plush confines of his lavish bachelor pad. Angie began to sing silently to herself along with the music, her bodyswaying in comfortable harmony with the big man who held her so strongand close. Maybe this isn't going to be such a crummy evening after all, shethought dreamily. Maybe big boy here has more sensitivity than Ithought. I figured he'd be the type to clutch first and wonder how Ifelt about it later ... He's sure got some bod, too. If he's got a cockto match, it must really be a huge hunk of meat. She ran her hands lightly over Dave's well-muscled back and shoulders,relishing the firm, hard feel of him through his silk shirt. The musicwas pulling its old tricks. Making her ravenously horny and high as aboozed-up slut. "Hey, Angie, baby, what's the matter? Didn't you hear me?" "Huh? Oh, I'm sorry, Dave. Lost in the music, I guess. What did yousay?" "I asked you how you'd like to sit down and have a nice quiet drink fora change. I don't know about you, but my tongue feels like a littlepatch of the Sahara." "Yeah, I guess a drink sounds pretty good." Angie's suspicions of Dave had given way to a dreamy compliance. She wasgetting into a good mood for the night ahead, and she was ready to comedown from her solitary cloud. She edged in close beside Dave in thebooth and downed her drink thirstily when it arrived. Delighted with thesigns of success for the night's seduction, Dave quickly orderedrefills. "Looks like you were thirstier than you thought," Dave kidded her as hishand rode lightly up the inside of her thigh under the table. He noticedthe dreamy unmistakable look in his date's eye and realized he couldvery likely do anything he wanted with her at this point. She was ready.Funny--he'd noticed a lot of chicks got like that when they weredancing. The music must really get to them, he thought. All that squirming andgyrating around starts the old juices flowing in their pussies. When their refills had arrived, he began to sip slowly at his bourbon,even as his free hand rose steadily towards the crotch of Angie's tightjeans. He felt her pussy wriggle slightly, encouraging his explorations,and Dave cursed the day women had ever started wearing pants. Sure madeit hard for a guy to cop a free feel. "This place is beginning to bore me." Angie tossed her long blonde hair back from her eyes and turned to faceher companion, her red lips glowing wet and full in the dim light, hereyes bright with passion. "What say you and I get out of here and find someplace more comfortableto talk ... and things?" She giggled kittenishly and snuggled her faceinto Wagner's neck for a moment before rising to leave. Dave was a little slow to follow her, unaccustomed as he was to womenwho took the lead in seduction. The way he played the game, it was hewho called the shots, he who decided when they should retire to his cozylittle penthouse apartment. He wasn't entirely sure he enjoyed thereversal of roles. Took some of the fun out of it somehow. "Well, are you coming or do I have to see myself home?" Angie wasstanding above him, hands on full hips, smile taunting. Gulping down therest of his drink as well as what remained of hers, Dave rose a littleunsteadily to his feet and followed the sultry blonde towards the exit. Heads turned as Angie walked by, her asscheeks churning like they wereat war with each other, her tits bouncing invitingly in front of her,her long legs moving in a slow and sensuous rhythm. Dave felt his desire to fuck the shapely, obviously highly sexed womanreturning as he realized there probably wasn't a man in the joint whowouldn't happily change places with him tonight. God, what a bod, hecongratulated himself. You really know how to pick them, Wagner. Andyou're just the guy to show her what real cock is, too. Surreptitiously he gave his prick a little pat through his pants as hepassed through the doors into the cooler night air. Wagner was proud ofhis nine hard inches of dick and the way all the girls stared wide-eyedwhen they got a look at his tool. Once she was out on the sidewalk, Angie turned to wait for him and sawhim rub his hand lightly over his crotch. A coquettish gleam in her eye,she extended her own hand to trace the path Dave's had just taken.Reassured by the growing cock-bulge there, she rose on tiptoes to planther lips firmly yet briefly on his. "Mmm, feels good down there," she told him lewdly, her blue eyespenetrating his in the gleam of the streetlight. Wagner nervously turned his head to left and right to make sure theywere not being observed. The only person around was one of the clubbouncers who'd come out for a quick break and a smoke, but he waslooking in the other direction. Reassured, Dave took Angie by the armand led her towards the parking lot and his car. Angie had noted her date's nervousness after she copped a feel of hiscrotch, and she smiled up at him a little condescendingly as he took herarm. "What's the matter?" she taunted him. "Worried about yourreputation?" "There are just some things I think ought to be done in private, that'sall," he told her tersely as he held the car door open for her. "Jeez, that takes a lot of the fun out of life," Angie replied gailybefore he'd closed her door. She was in a raw reckless mood, the productof a lot of dancing and a little liquor. Though she knew already shewould never really like Dave Wagner, she admired his strong body andhandsome features. Angie was game for some wild fucking tonight. And the sooner theystarted the better. Realizing she had probably wounded Dave's feelings a moment ago, shedecided it would be a good idea to play the game his way for a littlewhile, to get him back in the mood. As they drove in silence along the beach highway, the radio filling thevoid of conversation with some after-midnight jazz, Angie slid overcloser to the brooding man and laid a hand gently on his upper arm,snuggling her face against his shoulder. "Mmmm, you're so nice and strong," she cooed in a deep lusty whisper,running her fingers appreciatively over his biceps and shoulder. Though he had been rather perturbed by Angie's taunting remarks, Davefelt his anger abate in proportion to the soothing effect of her hand onhis arm. True, she was a pretty wild woman, gutsier than the women hewas used to, more shameless in a sense, but her touch at the moment wasgentle and soothing. Dave felt a hot ache in his balls that signaled his renewed desire tofuck her. "Gee, the beach is so pretty tonight," Angie murmured, her soft breathgrazing his ear as she spoke. "Why don't we go down and sift sand withour toes for a few minutes?" Wagner agreed readily, pulling his Cadillac to an abrupt halt on thebluff overlooking the long moonlit strip of merging sand and surf. Hewas excited by the idea of a few minutes' necking on the beach. It wouldbe a fitting prelude to champagne and seduction back at his apartment. They left their shoes in the car and rolled up their pantlegs so theycould walk through the shallows. The cool water felt soothing andrefreshing after the long night's dancing. Angie and Dave walked along hand in hand for a few moments, neitherspeaking, both momentarily overwhelmed by the easeful beauty of theirenvironment. Suddenly Angie released Dave's hand and turned to face him, both handsrising to the back of her head to raise her long, silky blonde locks andtoss them sensuously back from her grasp. The action made her boobs riseinvitingly towards her partner. Almost involuntarily, Dave's hands rose to grasp one firm-fleshed jug ineach hand and give them a hard excited squeeze. Just the feel of hertits, even through her blouse, made his cock jerk impatiently. God, what fantastic knockers, he thought feverishly, just likenew-picked, ripe, juicy melons. I can hardly wait to get her naked andmoaning on that big waterbed of mine. Angie had been watching the effects of her maneuver eagerly. Thestimulating caresses of the slight sea breeze coupled with her ownthoroughly aroused sensuality had given her an idea. She wanted to fuckright there on the beach, right in the surf. It was one of her eroticdreams, and she figured tonight was as good a time as any to realize it. "Kiss me," she whispered huskily, her own mouth already reaching forwardfor Dave's. Excited by her avid invitation, Dave enclosed the voluptuous blonde inhis arms and planted his mouth down firmly on her full trembling lips.He was startled by the ardor with which her small searching tonguedarted right up into his mouth, dueling tantalizingly with his own andsearching out the farthest recesses of his throat. She was thrusting her lush body invitingly against him, her bellygrinding lewdly against his hardening prick, her boobs cushioningthemselves generously against his chest. A low groan curdled hoarsely inher throat and then developed into a more vocal whimper as he reacheddown a hand to massage roughly at the round, churning globe of one ripeasscheek. Jeez, I've never seen anything so hot, not even a cat in heat, Davethought wonderingly to himself, as his mouth worked feverishly to keepup with hers. I'd better get her home quick before she makes me come inmy pants. It was only with difficulty that he managed to draw his mouth back fromhers so he could speak. "Jesus, honey, you're really something else," he said, his facecontorting into a hungry leer as he stared into the lust-heavy eyes shedirected so pleadingly towards his own. "What say you and I go back tomy place where we can be more comfortable?" Gently he began to lead her back towards the stairs that led to the topof the bluff and his car. His mind was already lost in erotic picturesof the fuck to come, and it took him a moment to realize that Angie wasactually resisting his lead. "Let's not go yet," she cooed, her lips again reaching for his, one handgrasping his hand and leading it to the warm swell of her cunt-mound. Asher tongue stabbed hotly between his lips, one hand pulled down thezipper of her jeans while the other encouraged his fingers to enter thegap she'd opened for him. Dave was ready to argue with the horny blonde, when his attention wasarrested by the startling discovery that she wore no panties under herjeans. Why, the little bitch, he thought excitedly, churning that ass in everydirection all night and all the time she's naked under her pants. Lookslike she's always cock-hungry. Well, she's come to the right man, if Ican just get her off this fucking beach. But Dave was now in less of a hurry as his finger explored the soft,sparse fur of her pussy-hair and wormed its way to the top of her gashand into moist contact with the already hardened nub of her clitoris.His fingertip prodded and circled the turgid bud frantically while hismouth melded hotly with hers. His finger was trying with difficulty tomove down her puffy slit and reach her obviously seeping cunt-mouth, buther jeans were so tight that, even with the zipper open, it wasdifficult to make headway. Angie realized at once what Dave's problem was and she wriggled her buttin broad lewd circles, helping the man work her pants far enough down sohe could slip a finger up into her craving cunt-hole. How she wanted to fuck! Frenziedly and intensely, right here at the edgeof the tide. She wanted this spontaneous animal coupling like she hadn'twanted anything for a long time. "AAAaagghhh!" she moaned suddenly as Dave's finger finally worked itsway inside the tight mouth of her quivering cunt. "Oh, yes! Yes, that's it," she crooned into his shoulder as she groundher twat down to meet the thrusting finger, her senses glittering withlust. "Finger-fuck me, lover! Do it to me right here on the beach. I need itso bad, Davie." Her hands roved caressingly over the big man's ass as she spread herlegs a little wider and thrust her clitoris against the palm of his handwhile her cunt-hole rhythmically swallowed and disgorged the maddeningintrusion of his finger. She reached up to kiss him once again, her wetlips sucking hungrily on his tongue that jabbed out to meet her, in lewdsimulation of the finger-fucking that was going on down below. Angie felt uncontrollable waves of animal excitement wash over her hornybody. Her need for his cock was building furiously, and she thought shemight even be able to come once before she asked him to fuck her. Shedidn't think she could hold out that long, though. Angie wanted something longer and harder and thicker than a finger upinside her juicing snatch. Her whole world had become that rousingsensation up inside her cunt and the skewering tongue ramming in and outbetween her lips. Dave had almost forgotten his designs for the evening in the sheereroticism of what was happening right now here on this lovely desertedbeach. He was holding the wildest creature he had ever encountered,ramming his tongue down her throat and his finger up her pussy, and hewas beginning to think she was going to go right out of her mind the wayshe was grinding and churning her cunt-mound up against his hand. Hegripped her firmly around the shoulder to brace them both against herexpected reaction to the second finger he shot up her hotly juicingcunt. Angie's reaction to the second finger shoved up into her clasping twatwas at least as intense as Dave had expected. She began humping over hishand more feverishly, rising on tiptoes just to shove her pussy downeven harder onto the erect shaft of his cock-stiff finger. "Oh, God, yes, yes!" she cried again and again, her head thrown back,her mouth abandoning Dave's lips as her whole being concentrated on theclimax that was building deep in her belly. "Do it, Dave! Shove your fingers up my cunt! God, my pussy feels sowonderful! Just another minute and I'm going to come ..." Angie's whole being froze as those wonderful fingers suddenly abandonedher cunt completely. Dave wrapped his arms around her and stood verystill, his body rigid with alert intensity. "My God! What did you stop for?" Angie wailed. "You bastard! I was justgoing to--Mmmmpphh ..." Her words were stifled by Dave's hand shoving her head roughly forwardagainst his chest. She was held firmly and could not get free, much asshe struggled against his restraining grasp. Frustrated in herstruggles, she held still to catch her breath, and it was only then sheheard voices fading down the beach. "Christ, let's get out of here," Dave breathed through clenched teeth."Those people must think we're some kind of goddamned animals." So roughly that she was not able to resist this time, Dave dragged Angieacross the beach and up the stairs, his feverish energy not abatinguntil they were safely inside the car and heading on up the highway. Angie was unable to speak for some time. Her whole body was tremblingwith the violence of her frustrated orgasm coupled with her reaffirmeddisgust for her nervous companion. At last she felt she'd calmed downenough to speak. "Well, I've seen some chicken-shit maneuvers in my time, but that had totake the cake," she growled through tight lips, her gaze directedunswervingly at the road ahead. "What was I supposed to do ... give them a goddamn encore? They mustreally have got an eyeful as it was." "So damn what? They don't know us. We don't know them. They wereprobably looking for a deserted spot to do the same thing. Everybodyfucks, you know. There's nothing weird or freaky about it. Men have beensticking their fingers up women's cunts since Day One. I'm sure ourstrollers didn't learn anything new tonight." Dave turned towards Angie and stared hard at her set profile for amoment, his thoughts a mixture of confusion and disgust. "You haven't got any idea of shame, have you, Angie?" he asked in avoice that was hard and flat. "You'd probably fuck a rhinoceros inSafeway at high noon without blinking an eyelash, wouldn't you?" He paused a moment, and when no response was forthcoming, he goaded her:"Well, wouldn't you?" She turned towards him at last. "A rhinoceros would undoubtedly be moreinteresting company than you are. You're so cooped up in your narrowlittle life you haven't got the imagination to try to do something alittle different now and then. It obviously scares the piss out of you.You are a chicken-shit little coward, that's all, Mr. Wagner." Shesmiled sadistically in his direction. "And if you've got the address ofthat rhinoceros, I'd appreciate it if you'd pass it on." Neither spoke for a good ten minutes. As he drove, Dave's contempt forthe highly sexed young blonde began to flower into a kind of perversepassion. Despite the fact that he wanted nothing to do with her aftertonight, he was turned on by the idea of taking her home and fucking herears off, then throwing her out when he was finished with her. He figured that was just the sort of thing Angie deserved--and wouldprobably really go for. He'd heard broads as raunchy as this one justloved to be pushed around. Well, he could handle it. She'd taken enoughshots at his ego this evening to make him want to get some of his ownback ... with maybe a little extra for good measure. Angie felt hurt and frustrated inside. Why didn't she ever come acrossanyone who enjoyed good imaginative sex the way she did? They wereeither Don Juans or sadists. There was no happy medium. Jeez, I don't want to see another man for a month, she thoughtdesperately. But the nagging itch in her cunt told her differently. At last Angie began to realize that they were passing through herneighborhood. Did this bastard still think she was going home with himafter all that? Not goddamn likely! "Take me home, Dave," she commanded. "You missed my turnoff back there." Dave's erotic thoughts had mellowed his earlier anger. "What the hell,Angie. Can't we be friends? It was a misunderstanding, and I know youfeel bad 'cause you didn't get to come, but I guarantee I'll make it upto you ten times over." He leered invitingly in her direction. "Forget it," Angie replied in a voice that was firm and hard. "I likemen, not boys, so we've obviously got nothing in common. I want to gohome." His anger reignited, Dave brought the big Cadillac to a screeching halt."I've got a good mind to fuck your ass off right here! Might teach yousomething about manners, bitch!" "Manners are only important to people who haven't got the guts to actthe way they feel. And as to teaching me a lesson about anything, youought to know the sheriff's department patrols this route regularly.Aren't you afraid they'd catch you at it and see your cock?" Dave had had enough. "Get out of this car before I rearrange your face,slut." Angie suddenly felt nervous. She didn't relish walking the streets aloneat three in the morning. "Aren't you going to be gentleman enough todrive me?" "Get out," he repeated, and this time Angie was convinced she'd betternot try the big man's patience any further. She opened the door and gotout of the car. As soon as the door was shut, the Cadillac sped off, showering the youngblonde in a cloud of dust. Bending forward to brush herself off, Angienoticed her fly was still open. Quickly she zipped it up, and thenlooked dubiously around her. The road was deserted. It was a good twelve blocks to her apartment, and she decided that,rather than chance it, she'd stop by her friend Sally's house and ask tosleep on her couch for the night. The house was less than two blocksaway, and Sally was her best friend. She wouldn't mind. Fatigue now replacing her horniness, Angie began trudging resignedlytowards the house, watching the ground for bits of broken glass or sharprocks. Her shoes were still in Dave Wagner's car.

0 My first time with my sister, Monica (True)

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0 Saving her from herself - Chapter 4

Nate took the stairs two at a time as he hurried toward his bedroom. The sick feeling he got in his stomach when Claire was telling him about the girl from the site was a thousand times worse. He stopped at the top of the stairs and stared at her door for several long seconds. He thought about busting in and telling her everything but he just could not bring himself to do it. To admit to her that he knew she had made a profile on the website would be to admit that he looked through all of her pictures. She would think he was a disgusting pervert and hate him. Even worse, there was a good possibility that she would tell their parents about what he was up to. The fact that he was perving her profile would trump the fact that she had posted the pictures or made the posts.

He sighed heavily and started to his room. As he got closer he could hear her giggling. He prayed that she was just chatting with one of her girlfriends on IM. He paused and considered knocking on her door and making up some stupid reason for his interruption but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He knew there was a good chance that he would break down and tell her everything.  Instead, he walked to his room. His computer was still on and logged into the site. He clicked on her profile and then the link to her most recent posts.

His fist slammed against the desk as he saw the comments the others had left for her. The worst was the link to the preferred messenger that allowed larger groups to view webcams. She had promised to put on quite a show for all who wished to watch at 11. Nate glanced over at the clock and noticed that it was in less than 40 minutes. He had to give it one last try. He opened the private message box and began to type a quick message. Instead of sending it to his sister, he sent it to Claire.

“Do me a favor. Warn this chick calling herself PunishmePlease about JR. I’ll owe you big time.”

He waited impatiently for a reply and after a few minutes he got one. She had agreed to do it but doubted it would do little good. Most of the girls there just ignored the warnings. Her next message only said “Told her. She says she will steer clear of him. Remember; bring the cherry scented lube next time.” Relief and satisfaction surged through him as he sat back and stared at the screen. For the moment, he felt a little better.

He decided to retreat to the shower to wash away the scent of sex and cannabis smoke. The room quickly filled with steam as he adjusted the knobs until the water was just right. He left his clothing lying on the bathroom floor where they landed when he removed them. He stepped inside the shower and closed his eyes while the hot water beat down on his skin. For those first few minutes he managed to push all thought from his mind. The bliss however did not last long. Soon they started to creep back in. He knew at any moment Kayla would be starting her broadcast. Dozens of people would be logging in to watch whatever she was willing to do for them on cam. There was a part of him that demanded he just get out of there. If he left the house he could postpone dealing with the inevitable. If he was not there he was sure he could calm himself even if only for a short time.

He again thought of her photos. His cock immediately began to twitch. Her willingness to perform for them meant he could see much more of her. He could watch her face contort in the sweet mixture of both pleasure and pain. He turned the water off and opened the shower door. Nate wrapped the thick ivory bath towel around his waist and stepped out. He walked to the sink and opened the medicine cabinet, careful not to let his own image catch his eye. After he used the stick of deodorant he returned it to its spot. This time he was not so lucky.

His palm touched the mirror and wiped a wide swipe through the fog that coated it. He glared unhappily at the man who stared back at him. He barely recognized himself anymore. It was true that he was no angel. He had done plenty of bad things in his life, but this was unspeakable. Normal people did not long to fuck their blood relatives. They did not lust after them as he lusted after his sister. He told himself it was more than just lust though. He didn’t want to feel the way he did about her but it seemed there was nothing he could do to change it. It made no sense how something the world viewed as so wrong could feel so incredibly right to him. Several minutes passed before he could move. He gathered his clothes off the floor. The door swung open and he stepped out into the hall. It was hard for him but he managed to make it back into his room without so much as glancing at her door. It was a small victory but one he would happily accept. He slipped on a pair of baggy blue boxers and tossed his clothes in the hamper.

It was a struggle to keep his mind occupied but he knew he had to try. If he didn’t, he would end up giving in to the dark need to see his sister’s broadcast. The video games he often played held no interest for him today and neither did chatting with his other friends online. His thoughts just kept turning back to his sister. The thought of those creeps getting off while watching her infuriated him but there was nothing he could really do. He knew nothing short of busting in there and taking away her laptop would stop the show. For a second he entertained the thought of saying one of his friends alerted him to what she was doing and demanding she stop before he tells their parents but he knew that the thinly veiled lie would fall apart quickly. He resigned himself to the fact that the show would go on as planned.

He sighed heavily as he sat down in front of his computer. Just thinking about what he was going to do had his dick growing hard. He looked down at the way it tented out his boxers. There was no denying that he wanted her. Kayla was quite a beautiful young woman. Most of the guys in her life had pictured her naked and daydreamed about doing the same things he had fantasized about. The only difference was she wasn’t their little sister. She was his. He knew he was sick but he didn’t care. As long as no one knew the truth, he would be ok.

He clicked on the link and was immediately redirected to the room where she had set up her video chat. There were already dozens of guys and a few of the females lurking in the shadows as they waited for her to begin. The laptop was positioned at the foot of her bed so that she would have plenty of room to stretch out once things got underway. There sat his not so innocent sister wearing a little purple tank top and black panties. The way she smiled made it clear to him that despite what the others may have thought she was not that happy. Line after line flew by in chat as the viewers greeted her and begged for her to undress. He sat there and watched in silence as she responded with a few courteous hellos. It pained him to watch her do this but he knew this was what she thought she wanted.

It wasn’t long before she reached down and gripped the bottom of her shirt and slowly peeled it up over her head. She tossed it aside and let them see her perfect perky breasts. Nate no longer watched his sister’s face. Instead, he stared at the twin mounds of creamy white flesh and longed to feel them against his palms. Kayla’s swollen nipples were noticeable through the thin cotton fabric but now they demanded even more attention. She caught one between her thumb and forefinger and gave it a soft squeeze.

In that moment his eyes went back to her face. He had to see her reaction to it. The slight change in expression spoke volumes about her level of arousal. He watched as she did it again, this time pinching both simultaneously. He envied her for being able to do so. He had tried to refrain from touching himself but she was making it hard to keep from it. She had been sure to leave the sound on so that they could hear the sounds she made. They encouraged her to keep pinching and tugging on her nipples which she did. The faint almost inaudible moans were soon replaced with louder ones.

He could see it in her eyes. She wanted more. The words flew up the chat screen so fast that he was amazed she had time to read any of it. Several of the men telling her to show them what a slut she was.  It made him want to throttle them but he desired the same thing they did. He was desperate to see more. It did not take her long to give them all what they wanted. Her legs were parted just enough that he could see a glimpse of her panties between them. There, he noticed what many seemed to overlook, a small patch of fabric that was slightly discolored from her wetness.

Nate couldn’t hold back any longer. His cock was aching for attention already despite the fact that he had just gotten laid such a short time ago. It was a hard fought battle but the need was too strong.  He stood up just long enough to slide his boxers off and let them fall to the floor at his feet. His thick cock jutted out obscenely as his eyes returned to the screen just in time to see his sister’s right hand drift down over her flat stomach toward her panties.

At first she just slid them over the fabric as she began to rub her clit. Her eyes fluttered as she began to tease the tiny pink nub. The wet spot on the gusset of her panties was becoming larger as it pressed harder against her lips. Line after line of words pushed the previous ones off the screen as they urged her to remove the panties. She gave a slight smirk and shook her head no. Instead, she slipped her fingers under the waistband and began to touch her bare flesh. Her moans grew louder as she manipulated her clit.

Meanwhile Nate’s fingers had wrapped around his cock. He was determined to take it slowly so that he would not cum until she did for the last time. He could almost hear the sound of her voice without his speakers being on. He would have given anything to go in there and push her hand away so that he could peel those troublesome panties off and taste the sweet essence that flowed readily from between her lips.

Kayla’s body shivered as she grew closer to her first climax. Her fingers were moving faster beneath the panties that obscured the view of her perfect little slit. The moans grew louder as well and twice as frequent. It was torture to watch the beautiful girl in the throes of pleasure and not be able to assist her but no one looked away. More and more people joined the room to watch her but Nate barely noticed anything but her. Her chest was heaving as she grew closer and closer to orgasm. The viewers begged her to take off the panties so they could see every last second of it but it was no use. She was so close that she could not make herself stop.

The sound carried through to his room as she let out the loudest moan yet. Her body shuddered as more of the fabric of her panties darkened as more of her juices spilled out. Nate longed to be there lapping up every last drop as he held her in place. She would not have been given the time to recover. He wanted to leave spent and satisfied. He hated himself for how badly he wanted to touch his own sister but the feeling was as powerful as his need to protect her. He continued to stroke his rigid cock as he watched her laying there panting.

When she finally pulled her fingers from her panties a wicked grin formed on her lips. She licked each one clean before she moved both hands down to her hips. She pushed the panties down slowly as she brought her legs together. The panties sailed across the room as she tossed them toward her clothes hamper. Before she settled back into position she leaned over and grasped small handle on the nightstand drawer to pull it open. Her hand reached quickly inside the drawer and emerged with a purple vibrator. Nate’s eyes widened as he saw the size of it. It appeared to be close to the same size as his girthy cock. He let out a soft groan as pre cum trickled from the tip of his engorged shaft. He began to stroke his cock a little faster as he watched her rubbing the tip of her toy up and down her slick lips.

She pressed the tiny silver button on the base and it hummed to life. Her body stiffened slightly as the vibrations began. She was so turned on by the fact that they were watching. Kayla’s fingers guided the toy inside her slowly, taking just an inch of two at first. Her left hand returned to her breast as she began to knead the fleshy mound. Her voice rose again as she fed more of the toy into her needy little pussy. It was almost too much for Nate to bear. He knew that he would cum soon if he continued to stroke his cock. It would be a battle of willpower until the end.

Her body began to writhe as she blocked out the words on the screen or the thoughts of anyone staring at her body. Her mind was focused only on the pleasure that her body was receiving from the vibrating lilac toy. Her hips started to rock as she worked it in deeper and a little faster. Her juices clung to its matte finish causing it to glisten. Her moans were so loud that he could hear each one of them. They were becoming more frequent with each passing moment making it very obvious that she was about to climax. He was so focused on the thought that she was performing just for him he swore he thought he heard her moan his name. It was enough to make him lose control.

His grip tightened ever so slightly as his fingers worked up and down his shaft to the same pace that she worked the toy in out of her tight little wet hole. He imagined how good it would feel to be burying his cock deep inside her. Just as he felt that familiar tingle in his balls he watched her shudder and cry out once again. The sight of his sister in orgasmic bliss made him explode. Thick ropy spurts of seed splattered against his shirt as his eyes remained glued to his sister as she bucked and moaned. One way or another, he would feel her writhing like that as her pussy clenched around his cock in the throes of passion. Of that he was certain.
 

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