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  • the I Phelta Thi Sorority – Part 3

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    I assist young University girls with their studies

    Sarah had a class soon, and I had some chores that were not going to wait any longer, so we exchanged emails and cell phone numbers and got dressed to leave.

    “Did I pass the test?” grinned Desiree, still naked. She rubbed her clitoris absently.

    “Well. . .” said Sarah, looking at me. “Given the unusual circumstances, I would have to say ‘yes.’ But I’ll need to be sure the other girls approve.”

    “If you need me to provide other demonstrations of. . .” Desiree raised her eyebrows at me “. . .bringing an older guy to orgasm, I’m anxious to comply, as I wouldn’t want there to be any shadow of a doubt. In fact. . .”

    “That will be enough for now,” said Sarah. We were both fully dressed. She turned to me. “Let’s go.”

    The next few days were a melted jumble of work obligations and daydreams. I had no idea whether the commitment Sarah had promised for would hold for real, but either way vivid pink, brown, and curly red-haired fantasies made it difficult to concentrate on menu hierarchies and mouse clicks for my job. Working remotely I had a lot of flexibility, but I still did need to produce useful documentation.

    I half expected her to freak out, and never to hear from her again. I didn’t hear anything the next day, but the day after I got a text.

    From Sarah: “u free 2nite?”

    That woke me up. My heart raced. Emotions were mixed between a cringe at the spelling and a feeling that the world had become lighter around me, and I along with it was now buoyant, nearly weightless.

    “Yes,” I replied.

    “meet w kelly?”

    I blinked and shook my head. No, I wasn’t dreaming.

    “Affirmative,” I typed.

    “7pm meet at secret gate combo 34969” she replied, along with a set of map coordinates.

    “I will be there,” I typed.

    End of conversation.

    It was 10:23 in the morning when I got the text. The nearly nine hours that lay ahead loomed like nine centuries. Those hours hung like an invisible oppressive barrier between myself and the world of my dreams, my heart’s desire, and ideal contentment. Were I more literary, I would convey each microscopic millisecond in detail, explaining with glacial precision how slowly each one crawled by, like a parade of slugs gradually making their way to plunder the tomato plants.

    However, my literary talents are limited, so you’ll just have to imagine, and put up with my terrible metaphors.

    At 6:49 sharp, I found the gate of the secret entrance. It was on a weird side street I had never heard of before, with a giant unmonitored parking lot opposite which, as far as I could tell, was always nearly empty.

    Standing before the lighted keypad was a short Asian girl, who was studying it with a sheepish smile.

    She looked up as I approached. “Can I help you?”

    “Er, I was supposed to meet someone here.”

    She stepped away from the keypad and I punched in the code. The lock clicked and I unfastened the gate, looking at her.

    “I forgot my combination,” she said. “It’s all electronic. They can add them or delete them for security.”

    “Couldn’t you just go in the front entrance?”

    She blushed. “You do not see me here. If you EVER see me in public, I was never ever here. OK?”

    “See who?” I said.

    “Thank you.”

    “Do you want me to tell someone you’re here? I suppose you could probably just come on in.”

    “I’m going to see Caroline. Do you know her?”

    I shrugged. “No idea.” I considered. “You seem OK. I guess I can let you in with me. Actually, you can show me the way.”

    “OK.” She brushed past me cozily, and I followed her down an alleyway as the door clicked shut behind us.

    Then she stopped abruptly, causing a pleasant collision with the crease between her soft full buns a little below waist level. “Hey, are you that guy that’s seeing Sarah now?”

    I nodded, “I’ll be seeing her very soon, if that’s what you’re asking.”

    Her voice dropped to a whisper. “That sweet little girl — I’ve had a crush on her, like, forever.”

    My eyebrows raised. “What would Caroline think?”

    She laughed. “Never you mind that. Caroline would want to join in!”

    “I can mention it to Sarah and see what she says,” I heard myself offer, unbelievably.

    “Let me get your cell number. . .” she pulled out her phone.

    I told her, and she sent me a text. It pinged.

    “And your name is?” I said.

    “You can call me Annalee,” she said. “Around here they know me like that. Sounds like ‘anally,’ huh? I like to ride along behind. Along with other things. . . I’d love to ride along behind you,” she said. “I hear it’s a lot more fun with someone who has a prostate, but I’ve never tried it before. Or I could ride along behind her while she has a massive double-penetrated orgasm around your cock. I tell you, being connected with a girl’s asshole when she cums is like nothing else. . . gives me massive orgasms every time.”

    “Er, I’ll pass that along,” I said.

    We continued down the alley, and reached a doorway to the cellar of the sorority building. There were two trap doors set at an angle. She opened one, lighting the flashlight of her phone, and stepped down the stairs. I got my phone out as well and did the same.

    “Close the door behind you,” she said, and I did. We walked for a ways down a long narrow corridor. It was wide enough for only one person really, though two could get by each other if they squeezed. “The story goes that they put in this secret tunnel during the war with the British, but it was never used,” she said.

    A light appeared at the end of the tunnel, and I heard my sweetheart’s voice. “Someone there?” called out Sarah.

    Annalee took a sharp in-breath and put her hand to her heart, glancing back at me devilishly. She grinned, then kept on walking. We were almost to the light.

    “Sarah?” I said. “It’s me. Someone is showing me the way in.”

    “You’re early,” she replied. “I was just about to come get you.”

    The opening at into the Sorority building turned out to be a bottom panel in a hallway, so we had to get on our hands and knees to crawl through. Fortunately, it had been done often enough that someone had thoughtfully put in soft padding and carpet.

    Annalee climbed through, and waved goodbye, disappearing around the corner as I was climbing through.

    On my hands and knees, I found myself glancing up under Sarah’s dress for a moment, at a familiar-looking wet spot. I stood.

    “You’re here!” said Sarah.

    “So are you!” I replied, gathering her in my arms. Her soft warm body felt good against mine. So gentle and fragile. We kissed and caressed. “Are you nervous?” I asked.

    She nodded. “A little.”

    I pressed her to me. “Oh, Sarah. I’d love to lie in bed with you all night long. Do nothing else, just pass the time being together.”

    She smiled. “Sounds wonderful. I should come by your house sometime.”

    “I would love that,” I said.

    “I confess, though,” she said. “I’m feeling pretty horny right at the moment.”

    She guided my hand under her dress to her pubic arch. The panties were sopping. She gave a little yelp of pleasure as I touched her. Then smiled at me.

    “So you talked to Kelly?” I asked.

    She gave a little wriggle of pride. “I did. Can you believe how brave I am?”

    “What did she say?”

    “First I reminded her of the time she asked me if I liked other girls. You know, really liked other girls, wink wink. She said ‘yes,’ and I think she knew where I was heading. I told her you’re my boyfriend now and would she like to get together, just the three of us sometime to explore. She made all kinds of teasing objections, but I think she had decided from the beginning the answer was ‘yes.’ She was just getting back at me for saying ‘no’ the first time.”

    “So she finally did say ‘yes?’”

    “She did.”

    “Did she say anything else I should know about? Any particular fetish she likes or doesn’t?”

    Sarah thought. “No, just meet me at seven. That was it.”

    I laughed. “Then what are we waiting for?!”

    I followed her up the stairs. Kelly’s door was open. Indigo Girls was playing quietly in the background. Kelly was lying on her queen-sized bed, was covered in a fluffy purple quilt.

    “I was wondering if you’d show,” said Kelly, smiling. “Come in, both of you, and close the door.”

    We did.

    Kelly was wearing turquoise yoga pants that matched her big blue eyes and a tie-dye shirt of rainbow colors. Her shoulder-length wavy blonde hair was gathered in a bright red headband. She sat up and put down the book she was reading. Dorian Gray.

    I heard faint noises from the sex room, next door.

    “How’s it going?” she said.

    “Good as it gets,” I replied.

    Sarah sat down next to Kelly, and motioned for me to sit next to Kelly on the other side.

    Sarah was gazing into Kelly’s big beautiful eyes, and Kelly was gazing back. They were caressing each other’s faces, when Sarah leaned in and kissed Kelly on the lips.

    The first kiss was brief, but when Kelly kissed back, it lasted longer.

    The were in each other’s arms, groping all over each other obsessively, then they fell back on the bed with Kelly on top. She was pulling off Sarah’s shirt, and Sarah was pulling off hers. Neither had big enough boobs to merit wearing a bra really. Perfectly curved little bulges, four beauties in facing pairs, nipples erect on both sides.

    “I’ve determined the cause of inflation,” I said.

    “What?” exclaimed Kelly, glancing back at me. Both of them were shirtless now, and Kelly was sitting on Sarah’s crotch, having pinned Sarah’s arms to the bed.

    “Inflation,” I said, pointing to the bulge in my pants. “It’s not the prime interest rate. It’s caused by watching my girlfriend make out with another girl.”

    “Ugh!” exclaimed Kelly, covering her face with her hands. “That’s terrible!”

    “I forgot to mention,” said Sarah. “About being with an an older guy: dad jokes while having sex.”

    Kelly pinned Sarah again.

    “Ow!” said Sarah.

    “Now I need to punish you for the dad jokes.” Kelly stole another glance at me. “Or maybe I could pretend to be your daughter. That’s right, making out with her girlfriend.”

    “Bad girl,” I said. “Very naughty.”

    “Oh daddy,” she said. “Don’t punish me!”

    The word “daddy” set off some kind of taboo fantasy sparks. Even though I had no real daughter.

    “You were going to punish Sarah, weren’t you?” I commented.

    Kelly grinned. “That’s right!” To Sarah, she said: “Now what should your punishment be?”

    “Do I get to choose?” replied Sarah.

    Kelly cackled. “That depends. What do you suggest?”

    “Let’s see. How about you sit on my face until you cum, while. . .”

    Kelly reacted with joyous shock. “Who would have thought? Sweet little Sarah! Go on.”

    “While he cums inside of me.”

    “A cock and a pussy at the same time! What fun!” Kelly hopped up and tore off her turquoise yoga pants, tossing them aside to reveal her skinny legs and cute little blonde pussy, the sight of which gave me new reasons to be alive. Now that she was standing, I could see how tall and thin she was.

    Kelly saw me getting off on her, and leaned over, tapping the bulge of my cock. “Need some help with that?” she offered.

    “Some wardrobe adjustment is in order,” I mumbled, unfastening my pants. Kelly helped me pull them down and off, and knelt, fully naked face to face with my sex as I sat up on the bed. Sarah, still with her dress on, propped herself up to watch.

    I was pretty stiff and long by that point. Kelly cupped under my balls and took my tip into her mouth, circling her tongue a few times, tasting the drops that had emerged.

    “Spicy,” she said, then plunged her mouth over me, deep. I must have been hitting her tonsils back there.

    I turned to gaze at Sarah, and our eyes locked.

    “Kelly’s saliva as lube,” Sarah murmured, ”all up inside me.” She gave a little tremor, absently stroking her clit.

    Kelly continued for a while. Drops of her drool crept down to my testicles.

    Then she withdrew abruptly, and pulled off her bright red headband, deftly wrapping it around my cock and balls. The gentle pressure from the elastic was pleasant. “Now you can fuck her through my headband. Is that hot, or what? I’ll put it on in public and you’ll know where it’s been. Now go over and get on top of her. Must I show you everything?” She gave a little chortle.

    I complied, and Sarah spread her legs so I could pull her panties off.

    “Take off the dress?” I asked.

    “Nah, leave it. It’s due for washing anyway.”

    Taking the arrow of my cock between thumb and index fingers, Kelly guided me to Sarah’s opening. Her warm, soft, squishy love grip surrounded me, as I pushed in easily, greased by Kelly’s slime.

    Sarah fell back with a sigh of gratitude as I sunk myself gradually into her. We made love for a bit, Sarah’s juices soaking into Kelly’s headband. I almost felt like I was fucking Kelly’s head at the same time.

    Kelly sat up at Sarah’s head, facing the two of us as our rhythm continued. Kelly spread her legs. “Hey Daddy! How you like to taste your daughter’s little pee-pee hole? While you’re fucking my best friend?”

    The nice thing about being taller than Sarah is that I can reach over her head while I’m inside her to kiss another girl’s pussy. Sarah’s eyes were closed anyway, as she was lost in her own pleasure dome.

    I lapped at Kelly’s pink pearl with my pointed tongue, tasting her sweet pussy while I thrust into Sarah. Kelly moaned. Sarah moaned back.

    After a bit, I had to come up for air. Sarah noticed, and reaching behind my back, forced me to bend down and kiss her.

    “Mm, mm. Do love that taste!” she said, licking Kelly’s pussy juice off my lips.

    “Two pussies at once,” I murmured. “Amazing.”

    “That’s my theory: trick for hanging onto a man is to make sure he has enough other pussies to play with so he doesn’t get bored.”

    I laughed. “Or maybe is it so that you don’t get bored?”

    Sarah smiled. “Well, that too. It’s a nascent theory. We’re still working out the details.”

    By now, Kelly had got up on her hands and knees facing us still, and began lowering her pussy down to Sarah’s mouth. I had to angle diagonally to get out of the way. I planted little kisses on Kelly’s abdomen.

    Kelly gave a big “Yesssss!” of approval once she set down onto Sarah’s lips. I could see Sarah’s tongue working where mine had recently been. She put a pillow under her head to reach better.

    I straightened out so I was face to face with Kelly and her big blue eyes. We stared at each other as I fucked my girlfriend through her red headband, and she sat on my girlfriend’s face.

    Kelly’s face was haloed by her blonde hair, out loose now. She was indeed as beautiful and charming a young lady as ever there could be. So cute I could simply devour her.

    Gradually, our lips approached, and we kissed delicately and lovingly, arms wrapped around each other for support.

    “Yes, daddy,” she whispered in my ear, “Our first kiss! While your hard cock is penetrating another girl! So romantic!”

    “Who said chivalry was dead?” I whispered back.

    “Pump up my best friend with your seed, Daddy! She’s been a bad girl, tonguing other girls’ pussies and all — uh, uh, uh. . . giving them org. . . OMG! Ahhh!”

    And with Kelly’s orgasms, I felt and heard Sarah cum around me in chain reaction. It wasn’t long before I became part of the chain, pumping sweet cream into Sarah’s sacred love channel, leaving slimy secretions deep within her for her body to cherish, while Kelly’s love juices were oozing all over her face.

    And the night was just beginning.


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  • john cena gets lucky

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    fucked hard

    Knock, Knock. “Can I come in?” John Cena asked.

    “Yeah you can,” said the 10 divas at once.

    “Hello lad…,” was what he was about to say.

    He was; however, cut off half way through when he saw all the ladies completely nude and he was dumb stuck. “I’m so sorry. I thought when you said I could come in that you were decent, but I guess not. I’ll go.”

    “No, it’s okay. We don’t mind,” they all said ,as they giggled ,which made all their tits bounce a little.

    John Cena’s 10 inch cock started to stir as he saw their tits bounce around. He tried to move around a bit to hide his arousal.

    “Looks like you don’t mind much,” Candice said laughing as she looked right at the bulge in his pants

    “Oh my god! I’ll go and leave you guys alone. I’m sorry about all this,” he said.

    “No don’t go. We don’t mind. Come on over here and sit. Pretty, please,” said Ashley as she walked out of the bathroom. She let the robe go that she was wearing after the shower she just took before he came in.

    John always had a thing for Ashley since the first time he saw her in the auditions. She had the most perfect body and the most fuckable tits he had ever seen.

    “Ok I guess I can stay,” he said trying not to seem so excited about being invited to stay.

    He walked over and sat on a chair that faced all of the girls. They were doing what each one had to do and that was put on lingerie since there was a lingerie competition next. All the girls looked amazing in their lingerie but Ashley looked especially hot in her very skimpy number. He got so aroused by her that it looked like he had a tent set up in his pants.

    “My, my, my John it looks like you sure are enjoying the show. What do you think girls should we help him out or let him suffer?” asked Ashley.

    “Let him suffer and we will help him out putting away that tent after the contest,” Trish Stratus said as she put on her skimpy pink bra.

    “Well I guess I can wait as long as I can get some help from all you lovely ladies,” he said as get got up and readjusted his cock in his pants.

    “Aww thanks you are so sweet,” they all said as they got up and put their robes on.

    They each gave him a kiss on his lips as they left for the stage. Ashley was the last one out and instead of just giving him a kiss on the lips she took his head and shoved her tongue down his throat kissing him as hard as she could. She took a hold of his right hand and guided it to her panties and he could feel the wetness starting to form there.

    “That is all from seeing the tent in your pants and thinking of what is under there. I need to go now but I will se you later, k?” she asked as she let his hand go and stood looking deep in his eyes.

    “MMM I can’t wait,” he said. He was just about to rub her panties some more but she backed away and left for the stage.

    John took a chair and placed it in front of the big screen TV sitting down. He turned it on and was shocked by the channel it was set on. It was an adult channel. Showing was a gangbang with 20 well hung black guys fucking 10 white girls. They were really nasty with cum everywhere. Even though he wanted to watch further, he knew he could see that anytime, but he might not have the opportunity to see Ashley strutting her stuff half naked on stage, so he turned it onto Raw.

    Trish Stratus, the first diva in the lingerie contest, was just walking down the runway in her robe. He decided he should make himself more comfortable so he went to the dressing room door and closed it. He removed his shirt and unzipped his shorts and slid them off along with his underwear. He sat down; his dick only semi hard at 5 inches. He got there just as Trish was disrobing.

    “God I can’t wait to disrobe her fully and explore her whole body. Wait is that what I think it is?” he asked himself as he looked at the screen closely at her pussy and saw some wetness.

    He was shocked but also turned on by the fact that he was probably the one that made her wet. His cock grew an extra inch. The rest of the girls came out and all disrobed and his cock was almost hard. The last one to come out was Ashley. Just when he heard the music his cock went to full mast.

    He didn’t stroke his cock because he knew he would cum just from touching it. She did her routine and he thought his dick was going to explode but it didn’t it just leaked some pre-cum. Ashley won the competition and the ladies were on their way back to their locker room. He thought about putting his clothes back on but he was too horny.

    “Man I thought this new lingerie I got would ensure me a win,” Trish said as she opened the door to the locker room.

    “MMMM looks like he kept himself busy while we were gone girls,” she said as she saw him naked in the chair as she walked in.

    “Any of you want to join me in the nude?” John asked as he got up and turned the TV off and faced the girls.

    “I sure will,” they all said unanimously as they all took off their bras and their tits bounced out. Taking off their panties a drop of juice ran down their legs.

    “So who wants to have fun first? Don’t worry though you all will get a turn,” he said as he stood there stroking his cock. “I want to go first and have fun with that fuck stick of yours,” Candice said.

    She stepped toward him and started to kiss him and then she opened her mouth and they started French kissing. The other ladies started taking seats watching the show. He started to grope her ass and caress her back.

    “Mmm you have a fantastic ass there Candice. I can’t wait to fuck it,” he said as he groped and squeezed her ass.

    “Neither can I,” she said as she brought a hand to his cock and started to stroke it.

    “Mmm you better stop that or start sucking on me cause I can’t stand much more of that or I will blow,” he said as he started to tense up.

    “You got it,” she said as she bent on her knees.

    She took his cock in her hand and raised it and licked it from the base to the tip slowly, then started licking it all over. While she was doing this, the other ladies were playing with their clits while sitting down with their legs spread. Candice took his cock head in her mouth and sucked on it hard.

    “Mmmm tastes good. You like?” Candice asked as she let his cock head come out of her mouth.

    “Mmmmm I sure do. Suck it all bitch,” John said as she stroked his cock.

    She took his cock and slowly slid the whole shaft in her mouth. With her right hand she started stroking and messing with his balls. With her other hand she started to caress her left breast and pinch the nipple.

    “Mmm your mouth feels so good on my cock I am really close,” John said as he moaned.

    Candice took his cock out of her mouth and stroked it a few times and then she slid his whole cock to his balls in her mouth. That was as much as he could take.

    “Ohhh fuck. I am cummming!” John said as his body tensed and he came in her mouth.

    She was able to swallow the first shot but the second shot seeped out and ran down her chin. The next few she couldn’t catch either and those ran down her chin and dripped to her tits. She licked and sucked the rest of the cum from his cock and he then sat down. She looked down at her tits and started rubbing the cum into them.

    “Mind of I help sweetie,” Ashley asked Candice as she got up and was walking over to her.

    “Yeah I would love if you would help me clean myself up,” Candice said as she was starting to take her left tit and lick the nipple.

    Ashley sauntered over with her tits bouncing and when she got to Candice she squatted down and they started to French kiss. John sat back and stroked his cock. Candice reached out and started to rub the outside of Ashley’s pussy.

    “Mmmm nice and wet,” Candice said as she felt up Ashley’s pussy.

    “Oh God your hand feels so good on my pussy,” Ashley said as Candice rubbed her clit with her palm.

    Candice and Ashley stopped kissing and Ashley sat down and they both just started to grope around each other. They grabbed breasts and felt up pussies and French kissed. Ashley started to get dominant and placed a hand on her chest and slowly pushed her down to the ground.

    “Don’t worry Candice let me take control for a bit and you can just enjoy,” she said as she slid up her body and spoke that seductively in Candice’s ears.

    Candice sat back and relaxed as Ashley leaned in and kissed her deep with her tongue probing all over her mouth. She let her hands roam over Candice’s body where they ended up at her tits. She kneaded them and squeezed them. She rolled her nipples and pinched them.

    “Oh please pinch them really hard. Suck them!” Candice said as she started to rub her clit slowly.

    Ashley sucked her nipples and pinched them some more and kept kneading them while she slid down her body kissing and licking the whole way down stopping at her belly button and tongue fucked it which made Candice get more wet.

    “Mmmmm you naughty girl. You like that don’t you?” Ashley asked after she heard Candice moan from tongue fucking her belly button.

    “Oh God yesss, I do love it!,” she squealed as she rubbed her clit faster.

    Ashley slid down even further and avoided her pussy licking and kissing down her leg and then up and then down the other and up the other.

    “Please lick my cunt,” Candice begged between her moans.

    Ashley backed her head up and then dove down into her pussy. She started licking like a cat at the top of her pussy and then she worked her tongue inside of her pussy starting to tongue fuck her. She brought her right hand to her pussy and started to rub her clit really fast. Candice was really getting wet and was really moaning and purring. While she was doing this, the other girls were licking each other and fucking each other with dildos and cumming all over each other. John was fucking Stacy Keibler with her on her back and her long sexy legs on his shoulders and him pounding her fast.

    Candice’s body started to tense.

    “Oh Fuck Ashley I am about to cummmmm!” Candice said as she tensed up and came moaning and squealing.

    Ashley took her fingers out of her and brought them to her mouth sucking on them and said, “Mmmmm you taste so good Candice.”

    “Let’s go and help John out and maybe give his stick a ride or two,” Candice said as she got up and grabbed Ashley’s hand pulling her with her as she walked over to John.

    “Oh Fuck Stacy your pussy is so tight,” John said as he pounded into her; his balls bouncing at her ass.

    “Your cock feels so good in my fuckin pussy,” Stacy said as she rocked back on his cock.

    “Can we help?” Candice and Ashley asked at the same time.

    “Mmmmm okay,” Stacy said as she moaned.

    Candice went up to Stacy and knelt down with her pussy on her face and Ashley went back behind John and started to caress his balls as he fucked Stacy. Candice started to ride Stacy’s face as Stacy moans into her pussy. John said that he was about to cum from Candice’s caressing.

    “Oh my god. I am about to cum so hard,” John said as he pounded into her one last time. Judt then she came thrashing and moaning and purring and squealing.

    John pulled out and stepped up to her face as Candice and Ashley sat right with her waiting for some of John’s cum. He stroked his cock as fast as he could.

    “Here it comes,” John said as the first stream shot out and hit Stacy right in the forehead. He turned toward Candice and his second stream hit her right in the mouth. He then turned toward Ashley and she took his cock and sucked it in her mouth and cleaned his cock off. They all look up and see all the girls standing around them watching.

    “That was really hot to watch,” they all said once.

    All the girls went to the showers and cleaned up and made plans with others to meet for more fun later. Everyone asked Ashley to meet them but she said no to everyone and John was surprised. All the girls said goodbye to John with a French kiss and left. When the last girl left, he noticed that Ashley was still there.

    “Why didn’t you make any plans with the girls? Don’t you want to have some more fun?” asked John.

    “I sure do want to have more fun but I want to have it with you later,” Ashley said as she slipped him her number and French kissed him and grabbing his cock before she left. John couldn’t wait till they met again


  • The Barbie Lez Fantasies – Week 94: Online Dating

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    A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

    Author’s Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.

    Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-93”.

    ***

    Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now…

    I’m a workaholic. Most people think that’s a bad thing, but how can loving your job be bad? I love to write and I’m not about to apologize for it, even if it means putting other parts of my life on hold. Given my hectic schedule over the last couple of months, my social life is on its deathbed. And let’s not even talk about the state of my love life. But I guess we have to since that’s what this fantasy is all about.

    I was content spending the next few months—or years, depending on how long it took for me to make a living from my writing—alone. My friend was not. She is the type of friend who isn’t satisfied until every one of her friends is in a relationship. Usually, I can’t stand such people, but she was one of my best friends, so I had learned to live with it.

    She had been trying to convince me to get back into the dating game for the past few months and it was only out of a desire for peace that I finally agreed to let her help me create a profile on a dating site. The plan was to create the profile, forget about it and return to my workaholic lifestyle.

    Fate had other plans.

    I was hesitant at first, but my friend assured me online dating was no longer reserved for losers and freaks. It was now the number-one way to meet new people, be it for long-term relationships or one-night stands.

    I was hoping to get it over with quickly, but my friend insisted on doing things properly. She convinced me to make an evening of it. We started with a photo shoot, before moving on to the actual creation of the profile. That part was rather fun—in case you haven’t noticed, I rather enjoy writing. By the time my profile page was up and running, it was past midnight and my friend finally decided it was time for her to head home. As soon as she was gone, I shut down my computer and planned on forgetting all about this dating nonsense.

    No such luck.

    The first thing I do each morning is go online and check my emails. I usually have around a dozen emails. This time, I had over a hundred. As you probably already guessed, most of them were from the dating site, informing me of the interest other members had shown in my profile. I considered blocking the email address, but the popularity of my profile convinced me to give this online dating thing a try.

    Most of the messages I had received were from horny men asking if I was really a lesbian and if me and one of my friends would be interested in joining them for a little fun. I never understood why men are so aroused by lesbians, but I guess it has something to do with wanting something they cannot have.

    After deleting all the hookup requests from men, I was left with a little under a dozen messages. Most of those were from butch women. I may be a lesbian, but that doesn’t mean I like women that look like men. I was about to give up hope when one of the messages caught my attention. Actually, it was the profile picture that accompanied it that truly caught my eye.

    The woman in the picture was beautiful. Breathtaking.

    My heart started to race as I clicked on it. A quick study of her profile page confirmed my suspicions. She was a knockout. Part of me was reticent, because I was afraid the images I now saw had nothing to do with the woman who had created the profile. But if by some bizarre stroke of luck, the woman behind the profile was the same as the one in the pictures, I would be passing up the opportunity of a lifetime.

    I took a chance and answered her message. We emailed each other a few times and it quickly became clear we had more in common than just a good taste in clothes. The more we spoke, the more interests I discovered we shared. It was beginning to feel like perhaps this online dating thing was not such a bad idea after all.

    Then she did something that ruined everything. She asked to meet me. Part of me was afraid I would discover she was in fact a fat, old man pretending to be a beautiful young woman. Another part of me was afraid I would not live up to her expectations—on the off chance that she actually was who she claimed to be. But even with all those odds stacked against us, I chose to abide by my new philosophy—live life to the fullest—and give love a chance.

    Three days later, I was entering the restaurant she—for the purposes of this story, let’s call her Candy—had picked for our first date. I was so nervous my hands were shaking. But then I saw her.

    She was even more beautiful than in her pictures. She stood halfway across the restraint floor, but I could tell she was every bit the woman she claimed to be on her profile.

    She hadn’t yet seem me, so I took a few moments to study her before I introduced myself. She was so beautiful. With her long legs and thin waist. With the chocolate waterfall of hair that cascaded down her back. Discussing the beauty of her breasts somehow feels like an insult to her beauty, but I am obligated to mention it because that is what brought the fantasy that had been growing within me bubbling to the surface.

    I barely had time to realize what was happening before reality started to fade. In a matter of seconds, my surroundings had been replaced by an identical fantasy world. Everything looked the same, but I now knew I could do whatever I pleased without fear of repercussions.

    I somehow managed to keep the arousal that coursed through my veins contained long enough to introduce myself. Her voice was soft and sensual and the sound of it brought a great wetness to my pussy. As for the shivers of arousal that ran down my spine, they were a result of the skin-tight dress she wore.

    We exchanged small talk. I am rather shy by nature, so I took a sip of water every few seconds to keep my hands busy. It worked quite well to keep my nervousness in check, but it soon brought to light a small detail I had up until then failed to notice.

    I had to pee. The timing was horrible, but nature was calling and I knew I could not resist its beckoning voice for long. I held out as long as I could before excusing myself. As soon as I was out of sight, I started to run and burst into the bathroom moments later.

    They say peeing when you really need to go is similar to having an orgasm. They’re right. I had to put a hand over my lips just to keep from moaning.

    When I was done, I washed my hands and opened the bathroom door. Before I could step out, I was forced back inside. I lost my balance and crashed to the tilled floor. My heart started to race and adrenaline began pumping through my veins. I was ready for a fight, but all violence instantly fled my body when I realized who my attacker was.

    It was Candy. The twinkle in her eyes told me violence was the last thing on her mind. Sex was a whole other story.

    She locked the door and crossed the room in two strides.

    “I want you,” she growled in a low whisper as she pulled me in for a passionate kiss.

    Our lips touched and our tongues soon followed. It took a few seconds before I realized what was going on, but when I finally did, I let my arousal run wild. Our tongues danced around madly in each other’s mouths as soft moans of delight flowed past our lips.

    When your lips parted, I was aroused beyond repair. Thankfully, so was Candy. As soon as our lips parted, I reached for her dress, but she stopped be before I could tear it away from her flawless body.

    “No,” she said, her voice commanding, but soft.

    I found the request odd until she spoke again.

    “Watch,” was all she said. Moments later, she was sensually stripping for me. Her dress was beautiful on her, but it looked even better on the floor. She wore no underwear, so her private parts were instantly revealed. The stiffness of her nipples spoke volumes as to her state of arousal, but it wasn’t until my eyes dropped to her tight, clean-shaven pussy that I truly discovered the extent of her sexual arousal. Her labia was glistening with pre-cum. The mere sight of it was enough to drive me wild.

    I was about to attack her when she sensually walked up to me and pressed her lips to mine. I instantly lost all track of time. I could have been a second like it could have been an hour. All I knew was that I wanted her more than I had ever wanted anybody else.

    When the kiss came to an end, she started removing my clothes. That was rather easy as I too was only wearing a dress. As soon as I was naked, she started teasing my nipples. Her tongue and lips worked wonders on my nipples, but I soon began craving something else. Something more.

    Just when I was about to go insane from all the teasing, she started kissing her way down to my pussy. As soon as her lips reached my labia, I started to moan. My cries filled the room, silencing everything else but the pounding of my heart.

    I don’t know how this happened, but one second I was leaning against a stall with my lover’s tongue on my labia and the next I was sitting on a sink with her head between my widespread legs.

    Candy was such a skilled lover that an orgasm began growing within me moments after her tongue first made contact with my lower lips. By then, my chest was rising and falling to the rapid rhythm of my breaths and my head was thrust back in ecstasy.

    “I’m gonna cum!” I soon announced. No sooner had the words left my lips that her tongue slid out of me.

    “What the…” I began. My eyes flew open and I discovered a shockingly beautiful sight. Candy was busy attaching a massive strapon to her flawless figure. I had no idea where it had come from, nor did I care. “…fuck!” I finally finished when she flipped me over and, bending me over the lip of the sink, grabbed my waist and thrust the toy past my lower lips.

    She pounded me with such intensity that I lost the ability to speak. I just wailed like a banshee, moaning each time her large shaft slid into me. It was so big it felt like I was about to explode, yet I would not have wanted it any other way. The edge of the sink was digging into my stomach, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was her hands wrapped around my waist and her spear inside me.

    I don’t know how long it took, but I’m pretty sure I reached climax in record time. My already powerful moans intensified as my pussy came to life. The intensity of the pounding was so intense I couldn’t even feel the waves of orgasmilk flowing past my lower lips. Had it not been for the hot cum running down my legs, I never would have known I was squirting.

    I quickly lost all track of time. It felt like a moment and an eternity. All I knew is that one moment I was moaning at the top of my lungs and the next I was being snapped back to reality.

    I took a moment before I remembered where I was. I was no longer bent over a sink in the bathroom, but standing in the reception area of a fancy restaurant. The voice that had dragged me back to reality belonged to Candy. She must have spotted me at some point during my fantasy, because she now stood mere feet away.

    I was still a little shaken by the intensity of my fantasy and all I could muster was a faint “Hi.” Thankfully, the hostess came to my rescue and led us to our table. This gave me time to regain my wits and, by the time we were seated, I was ready for a night of romance. All I had to do was keep from drifting off to another fantasy. Sounds easy, right? It wasn’t, but getting to know the woman that sat across from me was well worth the effort. I just hoped she felt the same way about me.

    For those of you who have taken the time to send me a quick shout-out to let me know how much you enjoyed my fantasies, you probably know I love being different. One of those differences is the need I sometimes get to share random facts. Here is the latest one: I have recently decided to live my life to the fullest. Of course, that resulted in the creation of a bucket list.

    So far, I checked off a few items—the coolest being learning Parkour—but with the drop in temperature brought on by the approach of winter, completing the many outdoor activities that appear on my list has gotten more difficult. Because of this, I chose to complete one of the easiest ones as my challenge for this month—I try and cross off at least one item each and every month.

    This month’s challenge: Zip-lining. I shared my plans to my roommates and, to my surprise, they both showed interest in accompanying me. And just like that, we agreed to schedule our little outing for the following evening.

    That was yesterday. I’d been looking forward to it all day and I was rather annoyed when my roommate got home late from work (a full hour late). I knew from experience it was better to call first, so I picked up the phone and dialed the number I had found online. That was a good move, because I soon learned they had chosen to close early due to the cold weather and lack of customers. So much for our Friday evening.

    My roommates and I were disappoint, but we managed to cheer ourselves up by playing video games until one in the morning. I know what you’re thinking; how is that living life to the fullest? The simple answer: It isn’t, but a girl’s got to enjoy her life every once in a while.

    In case you’re wondering, my roommates and I have rescheduled our zip-lining outing for next week. By the time this fantasy is published, I should have crossed off another item from my bucket list.

    So that’s it for my random fact. I hope it inspired you to create a bucket list of your own or at least to try and live your life to the fullest. If not, I at least hope it was not too boring to read ;).

    ***

    Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed. A new fantasy will be published each week, so make sure to check back every so often.

    Have a horny day,

    Barbie Lez


  • Sex education of Imo

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    her day to begin

    This day was just after my sixteenth birthday I was visiting an art museum; I love to go and visit the galleries. My family has just moved here from overseas a few months before and I wanted to visit the new show going on. After six months of waiting I was able to go by myself.

    This place is converted from a long ago palace, bigger than the ones in france or russia. It took some time to find the new displays, and I got to talking with one of the young displayers. It was so nice to make a new friend, especially one who was in the process of showing off the displays. He stated that he did “living artwork in process of continual action.” By this I just assumed he meant growing plants in different ways of patterns and the like.

    As the afternoon groups broke up, he asked if I would like a look-see at his displays. I jumped at the chance immediately. He led me through a back way to the middle of one great gallery. “I have to go for a bit, but take the tour and hang onto this,” he handed me a badge marked VIP Participant, with his mark on it, “It will get you into some of the more interesting of places, and be sure to join in the action if you get invited.” I agreed and thought nothing more of it.

    The gallery covered many rooms on three floors. The highest floor was marked with a sign for “Adults or VIP badge holders only.” The guard at the entryway shook his head at seeing my badge, and commented to his friend as I passed by about the “fresh meat winding up on the table.” The rooms showed displays of nudity and of people engaged in various sexual acts. Most of the acts were of a very explicit and frank nature of display. Even as embarrassed as I was, the sights got my curiosity up and I went deeper into the exhibit.

    One side room held a small series of futon like matts, covered in silky sheets and pillows, along with filming or broadcasting equipment for a live web production. I went inside and looked around. Several people were there, and one man came over and opened a book “There you are, I am glad someone finally was sent to the shoot, now this is the standard action form, just sign here and you will be paid today after the show is done, You understand, 500.00 cash for your praticipation just as promised. All you need to do is sign here.”

    He handed me a pen, and I put my signature to the paper without thinking of it. That is a lot of money to be offered for a bit of work. A lady led me to be outfitted, or as I soon learned – lack of outfit – for the shoot. It took some doing, and a hell of a lot of pressure of the boss, but I finally came out wearing only a large towel wrapped around me. I was now really wondering what the hell i have gotten myself into this time.

    One guy came over and asked several very direct questions… “Now then, just to make sure that we have the right information, have you ever had sex with a man before? ” i answered that i am still a virgin, and replied yes when asked if i wanted to lose it. I just assumed he meant later when I found the right guy… “now have you ever given head before?” No. I am getting nervous and tense with the activity around me, the director is running commands to others, saying to hurry it up as showtime is fast approaching.

    “Now have you ever done muff before?” At the look of confusion on my face he became exasperated, and his assistant, a young curvatious lady explained “what he wants to know is have you ever eaten/or been eaten out by another woman?” I asked as if she meant at lunch or at dinner… “Man you are really an innocent one. No, what i mean by that is have you had sex with a woman before, you know, have you ever had pussy for a snack or main course?”

    Now I knew I was really in trouble, I explained to the lady I just wandered in from outside and the events happening from there. She talked quickly with the boss, who explained that in this country, at sixteen I can legally make binding deals; and in this case the contract is clear, I have consented to be filmed in an sexually explicit means for payment of service.

    A minute later action was called, and two ordinary ladies came into the room, wearing only the skimpiest of bra and panties. They led me by the hand onto the matts, and took off my towel. The two of them, Julie and Lisa, commenced to rub my sides, back, stomach, and then moved up to my small breasts. Their hands moved and squeezed in rhythem, I got the feeling they have done this quite a lot.

    Julie looked at me wickedly as she stepped back, and undid her bra. Lisa did likewise with hers. Next off came their panties, and they started erotic dancing and touching of me between them. Soon enough, they started again on me, sucking and kissing me all over, putting my hands on their bodies, especially the breasts and butts. Julie came up behind me and locked her arms about my chest, while Lisa slowly smooched my lips. There was a warm firey sensation building in my body, unlike anything i have felt before.

    Caught up in the heat of the moment, Lisa started her way down to my breasts, locking her lips upon them each, one at a time. Julie smiled at me, as she rubbed her hands over my stomach. “Its nearly showtime for you little one, soon no more innocence for your body.” I asked her what she meant by that…Lisa had gone to her knees and set my legs slightly apart…”Simple, she is going to eat out your pussy and make you into a properly bred woman.”

    Lisa went in at me hard and fast, like there was no tommorow, I reached my first real climax in nothing flat, much to my disappointment. I was told to leave soon afterward, as the movie shoot was called “Innocence denied” in which the virgin girl (myself) is made to cum, yet denied the right to do it with others.

    When I left the museum later, I felt totally ashamed, even though I had 500.00 for a short time of working. My real humiliation (to me at least) came when I got home early, and found my aunt watching the show on a web sight. She looked at me, and I was waiting for the explosion to occur. “Come here my girl, I saw how they treated you, and want the full story of this hypocracy.”

    I explained all down to the minutest details. Looking at me, deep in thought, it was as if she reached a decision. “Listen Imo, there is a way to do it right, and I can help you if you want me to.” I looked at her, and she smiled, nodding her head yes. She led me to the couch, and slipped out of her skirt and panties. Spreading her legs, she used her fingers to open herself up. Her eyes drew me in, and she declared “If you want it done right Imo, just put your face down there and start licking me. I’ll guide you through it step by step.”

    It took me only a moment to decide on this choice. She was as sweet tasting as i could have imagined (though i never thought of how a woman tasted before now). She has turned out to be a great teacher.

    This day was the first of many such lessons of life for me.


  • wwe 3

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    fucked hard

    *** This story is fan fiction and not endorsed by the WWF or any of the characters involved. ***

    Debra wrestles Luna to the mud, and Luna feels Debra’s thigh as it presses against her bare pussy. Debra rubs her thigh between Luna’s legs, making Luna’s pussy hotter and wetter. Debra’s hand slips between Luna’s legs, and she lightly brushes against Luna’s swollen clit. Luna moans softly. Tori grabs Debra’s bra strap and rips it from her shoulder. She tugs firmly on the mud covered lace bra until it rips from Debra’s body. Debra’s large firm breasts stand proudly, Tori grips both breasts with her hands, and firmly pinches Debra’s large pink nipples. Debra screams in pain. Luna grunts as Debra’s finger slips into her mud covered pussy. Debra furiously pumps her finger in and out of Luna’s wet pussy slit.

    Tori places her mouth on Debra’s large breast, and begins to bite her nipple. Debra’s free hand slaps at Tori, knocking her to her back. Luna quickly seizes the opportunity, and she quickly pulls from Debra’s hand, and straddles Tori’s face. Tori resists as Luna presses her mud covered pussy against her mouth. She spits the slimy mud from her mouth, but Luna rubs her pussy furiously against Tori’s face. The referee moves closer to the women, but no one will submit. Debra pulls Tori’s panties from her mud covered body, and tosses them to the crowd. The place goes wild. Debra now thrusts her hand between Tori’s legs, and begins to paw at her pussy.

    Suddenly, out comes Jacqueline..she picks up a firehose from beside the mud pit, and begins to spray the 3 ladies. The crowd goes even wilder as the slimy mud is washed away, revealing the 3 naked lady wrestlers. Luna is grinding her pussy against Tori’s face, and has her wild blonde hair waving wildly as she thrashes her head. Debra quickly jumps from the mud pit, and tackles Jacqueline to the floor. Jacqueline hits the concrete quite hard, and is momentarily knocked breathless. Debra seizes the opportunity, and quickly tears Jacqueline’s bra from her huge ebony tits. Debra sits on Jackie’s chest, rubbing her pussy against the large black breasts. Her clit rubs against the cocoa colored nipple, making it quite erect. Jackie grunts, and tries to toss Debra.

    Jackie thrusts upwards, throwing Debra to her back. Jackie quickly sits on Debra’s face, holding her blonde hair in her strong hands. Debra can smell Jackie’s aroma from her hot musky pussy. Debra’s breath feels so hot on Jacqueline’s pussy. Her clit throbs against her panties. Tori quits resisting, and her tongue slips against Luna’s wet pussy. Luna moans, and grinds her pussy even harder against Tori’s face. “Oh God” Luna moans as she climaxes. Tori can taste her pussy juices as they flow from Luna’s shaved pussy. Luna furiously grinds against her, as Tori’s tongue works on her enlarged clit.

    Jacqueline quickly peels her panties off, and Debra’s tongue slides into her hot black pussy. “Oh yeah, lick me baby” Jacqueline moans. The referee is stunned as Tori and Luna pull him to the mud. His pants are quickly removed, and Luna takes his semi erect cock into her mouth. He quickly grows hard, and Luna expertly deepthroats his large thick cock. The ref is moaning loudly, as Luna works on his aching cock. Jacqueline quickly pulls Debra into the 69 position, and slides her tongue into Debra’s sweet wet pussy. Debra moans loudly, and she hungrily sucks on Jacqueline’s hot pussy. The 2 ladies furiously grind against each other’s mouths, working each other to quick, hot climaxes.

    The smell of pussy fills the arena, and Debra rides Jacqueline’s face wildy, collapsing on top of the muscular ebony wrestler. Jacqueline’s tongue is still lapping at Debra’s hot sweet pussy. Jacqueline softly moans as she tastes Debra’s wonderful juices flow from her beautiful pussy. Jacqueline hungrily sucks on Debra’s clit, making her cum again. Debra moans loudly, and her body quivers as her pussy explodes with pleasure. The ref slides his cock into Tori’s muddy pussy, and Tori moans loudly. Luna continues rubbing her pussy against Tori’s face. The ref thrusts wildly into Tori, moving her body with each powerful push of his large cock. Luna’s body begins to shake, and she begins to play with her own nipples, as she climaxes.

    “Oh fuck yeah” Luna yells. The ref moans, and quickly pulls his cock from Tori’s hot tight pussy. He faces Luna, and with one pull on his cock, his hot cum erupts. It shoots with great force, and splashes against Luna’s face. Luna’s mouth opens widely to accept the hot sticky treat. The ref roughly shoves his cock into Luna’s mouth, and she groans as the hot sweet cum shoots into the back of her throat. Luna hungrily sucks the man’s cock with wild lust. Jackie quickly picks Debra up, and placing her on her shoulder runs backstage with the naked blonde. Tori slips from beneath Luna, and runs backstage also. Luna continues to fuck the ref with her hot mouth, milking the remaining cum from his hot cock.

    As the ref’s cock begins to soften ,Luna releases it from her mouth, and rushes back stage. The ref waves his arm, and shouts “It’s a draw”. Backstage, the 4 women are in the shower, washing the mud from their hot bodies. Jacqueline is washing Debra’s body, covering her with hot soapy bubbles. Luna and Tori are washing themselves. Shane McMahon is hiding, behind the shower walls, watching the 4 women as they play and wash. He calls out to Ivory who quickly comes running into the room. “Here, I need you to take care of something for me” he says. Ivory looks down at Shane, who has his cock in his hand, furiously stroking himself. Ivory quickly drops to her knees, and takes her boss’s son’s cock between her lips. Shane moans as Ivory begins to swallow his 8 inch cock. “Oh yeah, suck me baby” Shane grunts. Ivory works Shane’s erect cock with her mouth, making him moan. Shane slips his hand between Ivory’s legs, and feels her wetness thru her panties. He begins to rub her pussy through her cotton panties, making her wetter and hotter. Ivory grunts as Shane’s finger slips inside of the thin cotton panties.

    Shane easily finds her swollen clit, and begins to rub it in small circular motions. Ivory thrusts against his finger, while still hungrily sucking his cock. Shane thrusts his cock deeper into her mouth, gagging her. “Oh god” he yells. His cum erupts into her mouth, and Ivory coughs. Cum spills from her mouth, dribbling down her chin. She continues sucking him, and holds his hard cock in her hand, stroking him wildly. Shane furiously rubs her clit, and she climaxes, her juices gush from her pussy, soaking his hand. “Mmmm, you are so hot and wet” Shane moans. Shane quickly pulls her panties off, and dives between her legs. Ivory grunts as his tongue slides between her wet pink pussy lips. Shane’s tongue wiggles wildly inside of Ivory’s pussy. His finger rubbing on her swollen clit, she climaxes again. Her pussy sprays, as she climaxes, and Shane noisily slurps at the spewing pussy cum. “Mmmm” Ivory moans. Shane continues working on her pussy until she pushes! ! his face from between her legs.

    “Mmmm, fuck me big boy” Ivory moans. She pulls her pretty pink pussy lips widely apart, and Shane thrusts his swollen cock into her. Ivory grunts as his cock slides all the way inside of her. Shane fucks her wildly. He quickly removes her bikini top, and his mouth finds her erect dark colored nipples. Shane hungrily sucks on her pretty nipples, as he slams his cock deeply into her tight pussy. Ivory moans loudly as she climaxes. Her pussy grips Shane’s cock like a vise. Shane moans and his cock erupts into her pussy. Ivory cums again as she feels Shane’s thick hot cum shooting inside of her. “Oh yeah, give it to me baby” Ivory yells. Shane thrusts wildly, filling her pussy with his cum.

    They continue fucking until his cock begins to soften…”Damn, you are so good” Shane says to her. Ivory smiles brightly at Shane, and he slaps her on her firm ass. “Mmmm, you too, Shane” Ivory softly moans. Shane watches as the female wrestler begins putting her panties back on. He watches as her firm ass wiggles wildly as Ivory struts from the room. Shane quickly dresses, and notices the showers are now empty. In another room the Godfather and De’lo Brown are sitting, smoking a fattie while watching the “HO’s” as they enter the room. “Mmmm, will you look at that” The Godfather says. “Damn, you sure know how to pick them” De’Lo says, watching as the bevy of beauties strut into the room.

    To Be Continued…


  • mandy and my holiday in crete

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    mandy and i go to crete for a holoday, she isnt very outgoing sexuakky but she is fucked in every hole, body modified, and life will never be the same again

    We arrived at our apartment in Crete at about 4 in the
    afternoon, hot and sweaty and tired from a 5 hour flight from
    the UK. We needed a break we had decided as we were not getting
    on fantastically well so me and the wife left our kids with
    their grandparents and jetted of for a week of sun, sea and
    sex. The sex we got was not what we had in mind and this is our
    story.

    The apartment had a shared pool with one other villa, when we
    got out of the cab, the couple in the other villa were laid out
    on sunbeds, we could only see the back of the beds and the
    topvof their heads over the backrests, other than the two of
    them it was really quiet,at least no kids about we
    thought.

    We went to the apartment via the pool area just to say hello
    and do the right thing, set the mood etc. As we rounded the
    corner, we saw they were both completely naked. The bloke,
    later identified as Michael was sporting the biggest cock I had
    ever seen, I jokingly nudged my wife and told her to close her
    mouth. It must have been over 10 inches long and fat, my first
    thought was it wouldnt have been out of place on a horse. His
    wife, a slight woman, slim, nice tits was also naked, she had
    her feet on the floor one one either side of the sunbed, she
    had one hand in her pussy playing with herself and the other
    hand was stroking Michael’s massive cock. She was laid back,
    eyes closed and blissfully unaware that we were there at
    all.

    Calm as you like Michael said, Helga darling we have company
    and she opened her eyes, looked traight at us and said hi, nice
    to meet you, without stopping what either of her hands were
    doing. She asked.with a smile how long we were staying and said
    this pool area was nice and private, adding that we could
    pretty much do whatever we wanted while we were there.

    With that,she rolled off of her sunbed and on to Michael’s
    taking his huge cock straight down her throat in one simple
    movement. My jeans were bulging as my cock was nearing half
    mast and she sucked him while continuing to slide most of her
    hand in her wet pussy while her arse was high up in the
    air.

    Mandy, my wife, grabbed my hand and practically dragged me into
    our apartment saying that she couldn’t believe the front of
    that woman. We then unpacked, Mandy moaning the whole time
    about how unbearable this week was going to be. For me, the
    jury was definitely out as I could quite fancy watching Helga
    play with herself all week and she looked like she could give a
    damn good blowjob too.

    We finished unpacking, walked into town for dinner and ate,
    Mandy gradually unwinding and in the end actually managing to
    laugh about it.. oh my god, would you believe it.

    Anyway, tired from the journey we walked back to the apartment,
    no sign of Michael and Helga, we went to bed and slept soundly,
    it sure was peaceful.

    In the morning I awoke, no sign of Mandy, not unusual as she
    was normally up early and cooking breakfast,but I couldn’t
    smell cooking. I went to the bathroom, no sign, not concerned,
    splashed water on my face I wandered downstairs, still no sign,
    no activity in the kitchen, this is very odd.

    I walk out to the pool, can’t see her anywhere, not overly
    concerned as she likes her morning walks, I wanderd outside.
    Helga was on her sunbed in a skimpy bikini and she said hi,
    sorry if we embarrassed you guys last night but they both have
    a high sex drive.

    No problem I said, we were abit taken aback but hey, live and
    let live.

    She laughed but said no more. I walked around the pool and sat
    on a sunbed, wondering where Mandy was but as I said not
    concerned.

    After about an hour three Germans arrived, said hi to me and
    spoke to Helga in German, she replied in German, nodded toward
    her room and laughed. They laughed to and went on in.

    About half an hour later, Helga walked over to my bed, she had
    removed her top by then and asked if I knew where my wife was.
    I thought this was a bit odd and said no, probably out for a
    walk. Helga replied that she had gone for a ride, leaving her
    comment out in the open. Then she sat astride my sunbed and
    slipped her fingers in her bikini bottom.

    I got up to walk away and she said as I left that my wife was
    in their room. Can’t be I thought but she added I should go and
    look.

    So, I did, their patio door was open so I glanced in and sure
    enough there she was. On her hands and knees on their coffee
    table with Michael sliding his huge cock in and out of her
    arse. She had one of the other guys cocks down her throat and
    two others stroking their cocks to the side of her face.

    As I watched, she stopped sucking that cock and started on
    another. I was furious, she won’t ever suck my cock and won’t
    let me within a mile of her arse and here she was with complete
    strangers sucking and taking A for all she was worth.

    I charged into the room yelling at the top of my voice, what
    the fuck is going on. Michael tugged his cock out of mandys
    arse with an audible pop, it was bigger than I had thought the
    day before and her arse was left gaping, it looked like it had
    been permanently stretched. My god I thought.

    Quick as a flash one of the Germans slammed his cock balls deep
    in her arse and I heard her groan as he bottomed out. Michael
    put his hand on my chest,his cock waving ominously before
    me,wet with lubrication from my wife’s arse. She asked for it
    he said, he was actually claiming that my missus who never
    sucks my cock and never let’s me anywhere near her arse had
    supposedly come in to their room and asked him to do this to
    her.

    He said something in German and the guy fucking her throat took
    his cock out. Michael said to Mandy, as calm as you like, tell
    your husband how you got here please Mandy.

    Mandy turned her head to face me and said that she had gone
    outside this morning and had been chatting to Helga and that
    Helga said her husband’s cock was so big and fat it was amazing
    and he cums like a fire hose. Helga apparently told Mandy that
    she didn’t mind if Mandy wanted to try it for herself, that
    Michael was in the kitchen, they had an open relationship and
    that their rule with each other is that they would only fuck
    someone else if that person asked for it. So mandy went into
    the kitchen and asked Michael to fuck her and then one thing
    lead to another and here they were.

    The guy fucking her arse came at that point, Mandy just groaned
    as he slammed his cock in deep and pumped gallons of cum into
    her bowels. After he stopped he pulled out and a string of his
    cum stayed connected to her arse.

    I truggled to process this and stood there shell shocked, only
    then realising that her hands and knees were tied to the table
    and she couldn’t move. She said she had asked for that too,
    again, she always refused to allow me to tie her up, I was
    gutted.

    While i stood there in shock, in strolled Helga, she saw the
    cum dribbling out of mandy’s gaping arse and yelled oooohhh
    cream pie and immediately dropped to her knees and started
    licking the cum out of mandys arse. Mandy groaned and pushed
    back onto her face, my god, did I even know this woman now she
    is reacting to being eaten out by a woman.

    Michael just smiled, then Helga got up, walked over to me,
    pressed her ample breast against my chest, took my hands and
    cupped her breasts with them and kissed me passing cum into my
    mouth while rubbing my hardening cock with her hands.

    Michael smiled again and moved behind Mandy whilst looking at
    me and Helga, he slid his huge great monster of a cock deep
    into her arse and fucked her so hard she just moaned and
    moaned.

    Iwalked out, I pushed Helga off me, my head was spinning, did
    I now that woman on the table with that huge German cock
    rutting her arse. I could hear the squelching noises made by
    the load of cum that had already been dumped in her arse. I
    was in turmoil, I walked and walked. Eventually ending up in
    a bar in town I drowned my sorrows before convincing myself
    that I must have imagined it all. So wearily I trudged back
    to my apartment.

    When I got there, my apartment is in darkness but unlocked,
    exactly as I must have left it earlier. I don’t remember
    walking out, I guess I must have left it open. Next doors
    patio door was open and I stuck my head in. What I saw
    confirmed I hadn’t imagined earlier, there was my darling
    wife Mandy who until today had never had cock in her arse,
    never been with a woman, never tried bondage and never sucked
    my cock.

    There she was with 6 Germans around her now, all naked and
    all hung like horses. One was laid on his back, his cock
    buried deep in her arse, another one between her legs balls
    deep in her pussy and fucking her for all he was worth, she
    had one cock in each hand and her head was buried in helgas
    pussy eating her out. All were oblivious to my arrival except
    Michael who was there with a video camera filming it, he
    turned saw me and invited me in, I walked away and went into
    my own apartment. As I reached my door, I heard Mandy scream
    that she was cumming, and she moaned like a banshee a noise
    that started and got louder and louder, clearly she was
    cumming like I had never been able to make her cum, and she
    had been a virgin when we met so she had probably never cum
    like that before.

    I pushed the door up but not latched and I could hear her
    moaning on and on. I was lost for words, my head was thumping
    and I just crawled into bed wanting the world to swallow me
    up.

    I could hear the regular thud of fucking going on next door,
    I pulled my pillow over my head and tried to hide away.

    At some point I must have fallen asleep as I heard a noise
    and it was dark now. I felt the bed move and realised someone
    had got on the bed. Slightly panicked I flicked the light
    switch and there was Mandy laying on top of the bed, cum in
    her hair, dried on her face, her lips, on her belly and
    dribbling out of her arse and pussy. She seemed out of it,
    not moving so I covered her over and went into the lounge. I
    laid on the sofa in my dressing gown and drifted to sleep
    again.

    I awoke in the morning thinking that Mandy was giving me a
    blow job, I could feel her soft lips sliding up and down my
    cock, felt the flick of her tongue on the head of my cock and
    felt it push gently into her throat. I laid there, enjoying
    the moment, the previous days activities slipping out of mind
    as she sucked harder and pushed her head down my cock more
    urgently, harder she sucked again and there I was pumping her
    mouth full of my cum. Aaaahhhh, I groaned as I shot load
    after load, eventually I stopped and still without opening my
    eyes I said, god I love you that was amazing.

    Then she kissed me, hard and deep, I could taste my cum on
    her tongue, our tongues fought, she kissed harder then she
    bit my lip quite hard. Ow I thought and opened my eyes to
    realise that it wasn’t Mandy but Helga, she had slipped into
    my apartment and given me the most amazing blowjob.

    Morning lover she said in her sexy german accent. I love the
    taste of your cum.

    I pushed her off, feeling guilty, where’s Mandy I said what
    are you people doing. She said Mandy was outside on a sunbed
    by the pool and why was I being such a prude?

    Up I jumped and ran to the patio door,certain that this was a
    bad dream. Sure enough there was Mandy outside laid on a
    sunbed, what she hadn’t said was there was a line of about 15
    blokes, all naked and mostly hung like horses. Under her
    sunbed was a huge puddle of cum, one Greek looking bloke was
    fucking her pussy like a train and there she was legs wrapped
    around him scratching his back and urging him to fuck her
    harder and screaming with every orgasm. As soon as he pumped
    her pussy full of his cum, he pulled out and was swiftly
    replaced by the next bloke, a younger guy, didn’t look more
    than 18, young enough to be her son, but she didn’t seem to
    care, she was fucking like her life depended on it, with wild
    abandon.

    I stood mesmerized, this whore was my wife, my wife of 18
    years, innocent Mandy, fucking all and sundry like a banshee.
    While I stared in disbelief Helga walked up beside me and
    said see, told you she was on the sunbed. She cupped my balls
    and stroked my cock which despite my horror started to
    respond.

    Again Mandy came, then the young guy filled her with his seed
    grunting as he slammed into her. His cum, with hers squirted
    out of her pussy, soaking his legs and the sunbed and
    dribbling through to increase the size of the puddle below
    her.

    Michael was sat smiling to himself, cock in one hand and
    video camera in the other filming it as Helga knealt before
    me and once again took my cock into her warm and welcoming
    mouth

    Helga sucked my cock deep into her throat and made me cum, nothing I could do about it, she sure had a magic mouth.

    Mandy meanwhile fucked round the clock, they never stopped, occasionally they would flip her over and fuck her in the arse, her puddle of cum grew and grew drying in the afternoon and evening sun.

    Helga lead me to my bed and cuddled up to me stroking my back until I slipped in to a fitful sleep.

    In the morning, the sun rose, Helga again was giving me an amazing wake up blow job, this time though she stopped short of making me cum and she got up,squatted over my cock and slipped her silky pussy all the way down my cock, nestling down she ground her clit into my bush, back and forth round and round sliding up and down my full length, god this woman was good. She came, once, twice, three times before I finally came deep inside her.

    She sat briefly on me, breathing deeply,her breasts rising and falling and her nipples huge with arousal,this woman was a goddess. What could I do?

    At this point I realised that Mandy was asleep next to me in my bed,Helga still sat with my cock deep inside her. Helga slapped mandys arse, she twitched and cum dribbled out. Wake up bitch said Helga, you’ve got cleaning to do.

    I was confused until I saw Helga pull mandys hair and drag her head toward her pussy. She pushed Mandy down until she was laid on her back, I could see cum dried around mandys pussy and arse and still more dribbling out of both holes.

    With Mandy on her back, Helga raised herself up and off of my cock and squatted over mandys face, pulling her hair Helga ground into mandys mouth and I could see mandys tongue working overtime to get all of my cum out of helgas pussy and she was eating it all.

    When Helga was clean she got off the bed and said now him bitch. Mandy didn’t hesitate, there was no reaction, no recognition of who I was, she just rolled over and sucked and licked all of the cum off of my cock. When done, she rolled back over and just lay there eyes closed.

    At that point, in walked Helga followed by Michael, how’s my little English whore doing today he said as he casually strolled up to my bed. He grabbed her head, tilted it back and plunged his cock deep into her throat. Immediately I saw her throat muscles working to suck him in deep and within seconds he was thrusting and groaning. Helga had a huge double headed dildo in her hand, it was as big as my forearm round. She pushed one end of it straight into mandys pussy then folded it double and pushed the other end into her arse. Mandy never flinched. Then Helga put a belt round mandys waist and pulled a strap between her legs fixing back onto the belt effectively locking the dildo in place in her pussy and arse. They were so big, it must have stretched her wide open. Michael then grunted and I saw him push deep in her throat and his cock spawned, her throat tried to cope but his cum poured out of her nose and onto his cock.

    He appeared angry and he pulled out, called her a worthless whore and told her to clean him up. While she did that he told me that this bitch was his now and that she needed tagging, he said he knew people and that I would be going home alone and she was staying there with him.

    She finished the clean up, he pulled her upright by the hair and slapped her face. He made her walk around with the double headed dildo rubbing inside her. He made her put on some 6 inch heels that Helga bought and put a collar round her neck with a 10 foot lead attached.

    He roughly dragged her from the apartment by the lead, she shouted but he hit her again before thrusting a ball gag in her mouth. He then wrote whore in 3 inch letters on her chest and back and dragged her away in the direction of town.

    Once again my head was spinning. Helga comforted me and said it would all be ok and that Michael was a kind man really. She held me stroked me and eventuallly pulled me on the sofa and kissed me, sucked my cock and slid it deep in her arse. I spent the whole afternoon fucking Helga every which way, in my mind saying over and over that I was getting one over on Michael by fucking his wife. But every time I fucked her hard, she fucked me back even harder. This woman was insatiable.

    Late afternoon I heard a comotion in the street outside the villas, I walked to the wall and looked out and there was Mandy. She was tied up to a pole, bent over at the waste, two guys fucking her,both really old and wrinkly and a line of locals paying Michael a 100 euros each to fuck the English whore. There must have been 20 guys in the line and a mini bus of mine workers pulling up, 15 big ugly horrible blokes got off that bus, all pulling out wallets and thrusting money into Michaels hand.

    I watched as they pushed their cocks into her, two in her pussy and one in her mouth then one in her arse,one in her pussy another in her mouth, she was a broken woman and they all shouted abuse as they came inside her every hole.

    I walked over to try and comfort this woman, as I approached I saw that her pussy hair had been shaven off,her labia had been pierced with gold rings, 4 in each lip,a bar was through her clit and her nipples had large iron rings through them. Weights were hanging off of her nipples and her boobs were stretched so long, her nipples massive under the weight.

    Her fingers and thumbs were all touching so that her thumb and fingers formed an O on each hand, I turned out that they had superglued her fingers and thumbs together so that her hands could be fucked if all of her other holes were full. And the locals were starting to fuck those hands.

    As I reached her, her body was pummelled by one cock in her arse, one in her pussy, one in her mouth and one through each hand. My god, what had they done to her?

    Tears ran down my face, Helga lead me away and deep into the night people, locals and tourists took turns to fuck the English bitch again and again. Michael made a fortune that night and Mandy was fucked red raw. When I woke in the morning, after Helga sucked me off and fucked me with her arse, and after I had eaten her pussy out I looked over the wall and there was Mandy still tied to the post, the ground around her soaked with spent cum. She was still leashed and I could see from here that her arse and pussy were bleeding.

    Day 4 had begun, Mandy was cut from the pole by Michael and
    taken into his apartment, she was laid on their bed,
    battered and bleeding. Fucked to within an inch of her
    life. Her hands glued together, her pussy and arse
    bleeding.

    Helga attended to her wounds, cleaning the cuts and
    wiping away the blood, she looked to be very gentle. As
    the day progressed, Mandy just lay there, not moving,
    perhaps exhausted, more likely her spirit broken.

    Mid afternoon a local doctor came, he checked her over
    and spoke in German to Helga and Michael. I thought it
    concern but I didn’t understand.

    When it became clear, the doctor was negotiating a fee
    for work to be carried out. He fucked her in every hole,
    he came in mandys arse, her pussy and her mouth. He
    pushed his massive hand deep into her pussy, it had
    little resistance and entered easily she had been
    stretched so much.

    He pushed his second hand Into her arse, same again, no
    resistance, again she was stretched. He muttered
    something in German to Michael who shrugged and shook his
    head.

    What they had planned was to take her to Germany, this
    doctor was a skilled surgeon. He closed her ears, folding
    the lobes inwards and put a glue onto the skin, it
    sizzles and melted the skin, her ears now forever closed.

    He cut off all of her long hair, rubbed an adhesive on
    her head and pulled a rubber hood over her head, now
    forever bonded to her skin. Only her nostrils and mouth
    visible.

    He stitched her mouth closed and put a feeding tube
    inside her mouth. Then he threaded strong cable through
    her nipple rings and pulled them tight threading the
    cable though her pussy rings too until she was almost
    doubled up.

    Then he took a humongous double headed dildo, coated it
    liberally in glue and slipped one end deep into her pussy
    and the other deep in her arse. He didn’t need to strap
    this in as it wasn’t going anywhere. He attached a small
    solar panel to the back of her head and ran wires from it
    into the dildo. Shining a light onto the panel the dildos
    began to thrust and expand in her arse and pussy and she
    moaned as it happened.

    Then he wrapped her in a shroud and lifted her into a
    crate. The crate was loaded onto a truck and the truck
    drove away. I figured I had seen the last of Mandy. I
    spent the rest of my week fucking Helga, sometimes with
    Michael doing her too, two cocks in her pussy, sometimes
    two in her arse, she sucked and fucked like her life
    depended on it and maybe it did?

    At the end of the week I flew home, told our friends and
    children that Mandy and I had split up, said she had met
    a Greek guy and was living in Crete with him. No one
    questioned, no one asked, they all felt sorry for me.

    About two weeks later, a news bulletin caught my eye.
    Famous artist Michael something or other from Hamburg had
    caused a major political row by unveiling a piece of art
    which he called English bitch whore.

    It caused national unrest as this art appeared to be a
    woman, suspended 50 feet above ground by cables which
    appeared to be threaded through her nipples and pussy
    lips. She appeared to have a rubber hood over her head
    and massive plugs stuck in her arse and pussy.

    Local people were reported to have said that at night
    they thought they could hear the artwork moaning and
    occasionally as people walked beneath the artwork they
    thought it dripped what felt like cum onto their heads
    and there was almost always a puddle beneath the
    art. 

    Mandy, I thought, your alive…

    I campaigned for a year to have the art taken down,
    eventually winning the argument and Michael said he would
    gift it to me. When it was delivered, wrapped in the same
    shroud as before, I cried. The cable was welded to the
    rings in her nipples and pussy, they were super strong
    and couldnt be cut. The solar panel came off, the dildos
    came out but they did cause internal damage because of
    the glue. The hood was welded to her skin.

    I couldn’t unwrap the art, but I could fuck it. Every
    year on the anniversary of our holiday to Crete, Michael
    and Helga visit for a weekend. They bring all of their
    friends, Helga wakes me with the world’s best blowjob and
    we fuck til dawn. Michael and his friends fuck my Mandy
    in her pussy and arse as her mouth is sealed now except
    for the feeding tube. Helga and my friend Billie race to
    see who can get all of the cum out of her arse and pussy
    fastest, Helga always wins and I get to fuck her anyway
    she chooses as her prize. Mandy, she moans gently while
    we fuck her senseless every year.

    My girlfriend Billie and I are going to Crete next year
    to prepare for an art week in Germany later in the year.
    She has no idea…


  • A Tale Of Two Jessicas

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    Jessica Alba

    Jessica Alba walked back to her car from the high rise building where she works. After her latest movie she had gathered all the money she had made and gotten a small office in the high rise district of L.A. She at first started by her self as an independent stock broker but after a stroke of luck that had her1million dollars in the plus she was able hired five more people now she has now she works almost non stop. Stress levels thru the roof all her celebrity clients constantly hounding her about their accounts.
    She had many ways of relieving her stress boos, cigarets, she had even gotten her self a Latin love toy named Lance. But nothing lately seemed to take the edge off. By this time she had gotten to her car a red 99 Doge Viper with a solid top. She took her keys out from her purse tried to open the door but had to give it an extra pull for some reason it was sticking. Finally she got it open and ducked her head to get in and closed the door with a furious slam “fucking door” she said to her self. As she started the car, she noticed the clock and almost eight, even thoe she had five other people working in the office non of that made a difference when two of them called in sick on a Friday no less the busy trading day. Wich was a bunch of bull shit everyone in the office knew those two were fucking like monkeys. She started the engine and made her way home.
    As she pulled into her driveway, she was surprised to see no paparazzi at main gate at here home. That was weird, usually they could not get enough of her. She thought that most likely the press was hounding Jessica Simpson about her rumored new tour. Waiting for her to make a mistake so they could just plaster the papers with it. She got to her walkway felling the warm spring air in her hair she looked up and noticed the full moon she was she felt her sexual tension rising as she looked at the moon and thought of those two fuckers at work leaving her very little warning and finding replacements was impossible. Thought of it pissed her off even more as she lifted her leg and sent a yard toy of one of her nephews that had been there last weekend flying across her yard.
    She kicks her big heavy oak door open breaking her heel in the process “Damn it!” she yelled she walked in and limped as she tried not to fall on her perfectly shaped not too big but not to small ass. She got inside closed the door and walked over to her phone. The phone was ringing, shit she thought she didn’t need this she thought she went over and hit the speaker phone button “Hello” she said
    “ Jess this is Ian. Do you remember that demo you did a few weeks ago? Well the executives loved it they have released it and it is doing well. In fact guess who I just got a call from.” her manager said
    “I had a rough day I don’t want to guess” Jessica said
    “Come on” Ian said
    “DAMN it just tell me” Jessica said.
    “Jessica Simpson. She got wind of your album and she wants to do a tour with you. They’re calling it the A Tale Of Two Jessicas tour it’ll be great.” Ian said.
    “Come on. You know the only reason I did that because was I was bored. I figured if Paris Hilton can do it than any bum can. You know I don’t really have anytime to do anything but stocks.” Jessica said
    “Look I gave her your number she’ll be calling you soon” Ian said
    “You didn’t? Why would Jessica Simpson be interested in some no talent bum like me?”Jessica said
    “Look give your self more credit than that. I thought it was good and so did Jessica otherwise she would not have given me a call. Look I got to go lots of people to call. Give it some thought. This could turn you career around and put you back on the map like Dark Angel did.” Ian said
    Jessica put down the phone and continued to put down the stuff she was carrying and flopped down on her couch and slowly took off her work clothes her high heels, her tight but short black satin skirt, and stiff rayon suit exposing her red silk blouse and pink cotton boyshort type panties that fit perfectly around those round hips of hers. She grabbed her remote and immediately went to the porn channels. Her stress levels were almost thru the roof and she needed relief quickly. She headed to the gay mens channels and watched the men going at each other. Most women would look down upon this but she did not understand why women did not find this a turn on, men get off to two women going at it why should she not get off too two men going at it.
    She was watching and watching but she did not feel anything. As she went to adjust the volume, her finger hit the channel up button and came across a lesbian channel now normally she didn’t buy into lesbians but this time it was doing something to her. As she watched she felt her self getting wetter she started to rub herself slowly opening up her blouse and squeezing her tits thru her purple cotton ipex bra. Oddly enough she was getting into it, the two women with long golden locks rubbing up against each other sharing a very passionate kiss moving their hands up and down each others slim slender bodies. She had closed her eyes and was rubbing her clit thru her panties she only opened her eyes once and a while to see the new scenes as they appeared so she could continue her. Fantasy. Oddly enough she was beginning to feel her stress go away little by little and she had not even reached a climax yet.
    By now she had gotten out of her blouse and had unhooked her bra. She was getting quite into this and just as she felt her self starting to get to climax the phone rang. “DAMN!” she cursed out loud. She picked up the phone and transferred the call to her head set “Hello. Who is there?” Alba said
    “Hi Jessica this Jessica Simpson.” Simpson said
    “No really. Who is it?” Alba said
    “Nope this is really Jessica Simpson. I called your agent he should have told you I was going to call you?” Simpson said
    “Yes. But I was not sure what to make of it. When he said you liked my album I was not sure what to think.” Alba said
    “I heard it and it was great.” Simpson said. Alba repositioned her self and on the sofa and had pressed the mute button on the 50-inch LCD tv.
    “Really?” Alba said
    “Honest to god. So have you given any thought to joining my tour?” Simpson said.
    “I don’t know. Its just a busy time at my business this time of year I can’t just pick up and go on a tour.” alba said. She was just about to change the channel on the T.V. when the two blondes started to Sixty-nine each other and the camera zoomed onto one side of the sixty-nine. She reached down and pulled off her panties and to her surprise her pussy was really wet not just from the porno but from the most recent conversation that she was now engaged in. She was slowly starting to drift away into her own little world as she imagined her and miss Simpson doing the same thing as she started to finger her wet pussy “hello. Anyone home?” Simpson said
    “Oh sorry. Zoned out there for a minute. It’s just it’s really a busy time for me and I don’t really trust anyone to run the place while I am gone.”Alba Said
    “There got to be someone you can trust?” Simpson said
    “There really is only one person I trust and he and I got into a big fight” Alba said
    “Who?” Simpson said
    “My Dark Angle Co star Michael Weatherly the guy who plays Logan. He got me into the Stock market in the first place.”Alba said the sixty-nine was now getting really intense. the woman on the bottom now had her hands grasping the others ass and was pulling it up and down on her face like she was getting face fucked by a big throbbing cock.. She was moaning even louder as she watched the video and watched for the first time a woman cumming on another woman. She could not contain herself anymore as the woman on top released a massive orgasm the same time as Jessica’s
    “What are you doing girl?” Simpson said
    “Ugh. Nothing. Look ill get back to you in a couple of days.” alba said. She hung up her phone, turned off her t.v. and with out even realizing it she fell asleep with 4 fingers in her pussy.

    End chapter 1.


  • Shannon_(1)

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    Sultry, exotic, brunette, soft white skin, full figure, a little baby

    fat, brown eyes, long lashes, large tits, full ass, plump thighs, round

    tummy…5’4′, 132#, 19 years old, coed at a small college. Has the

    sultry, sexy look of an Italian starlet, is a real flirt and jealous

    of any competition, She has had an interest in wrestling the past

    year and bought a book of illustrated submission wrestling holds which

    she and a young blonde friend practice on each other in private, They

    stay after their exercise sessions and once everyone leaves, they get

    the book out and go to work on each other. They started dressed in their

    leotards and what a beautiful sight they were, firm young bodies

    straining against each other. Lately however they have striped, by

    mutual consent, enjoying the feel of their skin to skin contact of their

    nude bodies as they play wrestle. Occasionally a hand or finger would

    probe an anus or vagina, but is quickly withdrawn when the sufferer

    squeals. They are close to sex but don’t know how to approach each

    other so they wrestle, satisfied with the erotic feeling the holds

    produce. Nothing was serious until one evening Shannon got mad at

    Kimberly and placed her in a stomach scissors, crushed her until she

    was screaming her submission. Feeling mean, she then placed her

    friend in a sleeper and put her out. Shannon had her first taste of

    domination wrestling and liked it! Strangely, Kimberly seemed to turn on

    to the idea also, and soon their practice sessions got to be pretty

    rough, Shannon learned new tricks like making sure her asshole and

    vagina were good and nasty so that as she lowered her crotch over

    Kimberly’s’ face the young blonde would wrinkle her nose in disgust and

    loose her concentration, Shannon had yet to set her pussy directly on

    her face, but was looking forward to the opportunity. As the Two

    beauties gained wrestling experience, so their confidence level grew so

    that soon Shannon became very cocky and a little anxious to challenge

    other women. She define itely had one in mind.

    MARJORY. a woman

    The star of many previous stories. Tall, statuesque, mature, full

    bosomed, large spreading ass, large thighs, round plump tummy, long

    slender neck, ash blonde, 5’9″, 148#, 41 years old. Once wrestled as

    the mysterious “Wrestling Debutante”, and although she still wrestles in

    private matches, is a teacher at the same university where Shannon is a

    sophomore. In fact, Shannon is in one of her classes. Noticing the sexy

    brunette the first day, she had been trying to irritate her all semester

    in the hopes the youngster would want to fight, No one knew Margie was a

    wrestler, or that she liked women so well so she had to be careful. The

    “Wrestling Debutante” was known for the cruel punishment of her

    opponents as she prolonged her matches, she loved making them suffer.

    Our story begins with Marjory and Shannon in class one fine spring

    afternoon. Shannon has been taking a decorating class Margie teaches

    and has been questioning and challenging her teacher all semester

    building a mutual dislike. Their activities carried out beyond the

    classroom, to campus parties, the cafeteria, and most-of all the gym

    where they both work out. Margie has been teasing and baiting the young

    beauty at every chance-keeping her identity as the “Wrestling

    Debutante” a secret. She loved to make a game of bating and infuriating

    her future opponents before crushing them in the wrestling ring.

    Both women had watched each other exercise, evaluating the other’s

    strength and stamina. Margie was tall and stunning in her tights as she

    slowly worked hey full body. Shannon, her ripe round body bouncing as

    she energetically exercised stretched even further when she felt

    Margie watching her. She wanted to intimidate this older bitch. Marjory

    would go out of her way to bump or shove the young coed..each time

    sneaking a feel of her firm body. Back in class she would stretch and

    throw her breasts out in front of Shannon in a mocking taunt, further

    aggravating her young student.

    Finally Shannon couldn’t take it any more. She had picked up the pace

    of her wrestling practice and in a match for real the night before

    bent, crushed, squeezed, and twisted Kimberly bringing her to several

    submissions before putting her out in the grand finale with a sleeper

    hold on her slender neck. She felt confident and ready, in fact so sure

    of herself, she looked forward to the holds she would make this older

    bitch suffer in. It was time to force a showdown…little did she know!

    Wearing a provocative half sweater and mini skirt which accentuated

    her full ripe young body to its best, she stayed after class that

    evening.

    “Ms. Marjory. I would like to talk with you,” she said.

    “Yes Shannon, I think we should, come to my office”, responded her

    prey. The statuesque ash blonde led the way! choosing chairs across

    from each other. She wanted to look this little shit in the eye as she

    toyed with her.

    “Well”, started Shannon, “it seems you wouldn’t like me and go out of

    your way to humiliate and criticize me. All semester you have been on

    my case and I am really pissed off, I know you are my teacher, so why

    or what are you trying to do?”

    Margie eyed the coed in front of her, admiring her sultry brunette

    looks. She momentarily dreamed of Shannon on her back, nude, between

    her squeezing legs, screaming and moaning as she was unmercifully

    pythoned in a crunching stomach scissors…oh th ose lips, that tongue,

    aoohhhh how she could eat and lick me. Margie couldn’t help the smile on

    her face as she came back to reality.

    “Damn it, did you hear me , answer me,” demanded Shannon

    “Oh yes, now honey, what makes you think I don’t like you” teased the

    teacher.

    “Quit fucking with me Ms. Marjory, now I know you don’t like me and I

    want to know why”, hissed the irritated coed.

    “My oh my, such language for a beautiful girl, well Sweet Pea, if you

    must know I think little girls like you are spoiled bitches and should

    learn some manners”, responded Margie, “I really don’t care if you are

    mad or not, besides, what are you going to do about it”, she taunted.

    “My name is Shannon, not Sweet pea, and I am fed up with you…lets put

    this on a woman to woman level, not student teacher, OK?”, she asked.

    “Fine Honey, but I think you mean girl to woman – Margie teased. As she

    talked she leaned back, crossed her legs and began pumping her upper

    leg in a nervous kicking motion. She was getting excited over what was

    coming next, the stupid little thing had no idea she was dealing with a

    skilled woman wrest ler.

    “I still don’t know what you are trying to do or what you are going to

    do, after all, I am still the woman here honey”, said Margie with a

    pout. She was really laying it on.

    “OK, you have really pissed me off. Here is a challenge for you, but

    first, have you ever wrestled another woman before Ms., Marjory?” asked

    Shannon.

    Margie’s heart jumped.

    What, wrestle, let alone wrestle another woman, ME WRESTLE?”, hhhee ha

    ha ha heheheee, “Oh you are too funny sweet pea, wrestle”, Margie

    laughed. Inside she was wild with excitement.

    “Yes wrestle, and stop laughing, I’m serious, wrestle. The women of

    ancient Greece on the island of Lesbos wrestled for sport and other

    things. I am not referring to what they have on TV., no not that. What

    I mean is real hand and leg to body contact wrestling..I challenge YOU

    to a private wrestling match, just you and me Ms. Marjory” Shannon

    said, staring into Marjory’s eyes.

    “My little darling, I think you are serious. What makes you think I

    know anything about something so un-lady like as wrestling another

    woman, especially you”, taunted Marjory.

    “I didn’t think you did, I am new to it also, but I like the feel of my

    body as it stretches and strains in a match. We can go three falls at

    the private ring at the gym. Three falls that is or until you cannot

    stand my holds, what’s the matter Ms. Marj ory, afraid of a little thing

    like me?” teased Shannon as she stood up and stretched in front of her

    intended victim. “do you want to try me or are you too old?”

    “I still cannot believe you want me to wrestle with you, ugh, how

    un-lady like”, whined Marjory.

    Shannon was rapidly talking her way into a night of agony at the hands

    of the “Wrestling Debutante”.

    “Yes for the last time wrestle, you look like you could use some

    exercise,” replied Shannon, beginning to lose her patience.

    “But those awful people on TV, they scream and yell and throw each other

    around, I am surprised you would do that Shannon.”

    “It’s not like that you stupid woman”, Shannon laughed, “We act like

    ladies in the ring and I will just apply wrestling holds to you until

    you are too tired to continue…there is no screaming, hitting, hair

    pulling or any of that, just you and me hand to hand.”

    “I really cannot believe you want me to, ugh, wrestle with you, what if

    certain things get in the way”, questioned Marjory as she looked at

    Shannon’s tits.

    “Well usually they don’t, but mine are so big I use them, not like

    yours”‘ laughed the brunette coed.

    “How disgusting Shannon, can’t we settle this some other way?” asked

    Marjory, feigning fright.

    “Hurmph, quit stalling, let me give you a sample now, ” replied Shannon

    as he stood and went for Marjory.

    “No no no please, no don’t hurt me.. OK, sit down. I’ll wrestle you

    but don’t tell anyone. What do we wear?” whimpered Marjory.

    “Anything is fine. I am going to wear my new swim suit and socks. The

    mat is soft and the room is hot so we will sweat as we wrestle. Afraid

    to show your body?” taunted the youngster.

    “I’ll have to think this over, when do you want to meet?” asked

    Marjory.

    “Tonight OK with you, I’m free..it’s 4:30 now, I’ll see you there at

    6:00, OK?”

    “That’s pretty sudden, I have to go home and then maybe I will see you

    there” responded Margie.

    “We have all night Marjory, you are going to be sorry you teased me all

    semester,” snarled Shannon.

    “Oh my, you are a mean one aren’t you sweet pea, please be gentle on me

    tonight, remember, I am just doing this for you,” pouted Margie, beside

    herself with excitement.

    Shannon got up and left. As soon as she was gone Marjory several phone

    calls. She invited Kimberly, Tracy, Diane, Marylin, Wendy, Jennifer, and

    their friends to come watch She told them to give her an hour with

    Shannon first so she would be softened up for the nights matches. she

    had everything in the car and her locker she needed for her match.

    7:00 At the private ring,

    Shannon had been waiting for nearly an hour and was beyond mad, she was

    convinced the old bitch had chickened out…she couldn’t wait to tease

    her. That’s OK, she thought, I’ll get her in her office. She didn’t

    know that in less than an hour she would be on the mat, screaming, in

    agony as Ms. Marjory applied her repertoire of submission holds to her

    young body. Again the teacher would teach, this time however, prolonged

    painful wrestling holds would be her tools.

    For the present Shannon was cocky, confident and beautiful in her short

    robe. True to form, her ass hole and vagina reeked of her juice as she

    got her self as nasty as possible with some clever finger play, she

    dreamed of her teacher’s nose buried in her, wrapping her arms around

    the fine neck of the older woman and putting pressure on her until she

    collapsed and passed out. She wished her teacher would get there,

    Finally the door opened and Margie walked in, gorgeous in her white ass

    length robe. From her hair, to her make up, her magnificent body to her

    bare legs and feet, she was stunning. Shannon admired her beauty and

    was grateful she couldn’t wrestle, There was something about the way

    Margie climbed in the ring, it seemed so natural!

    “Its about time Margie, l don’t like to be kept waiting, by anyone!

    Are you ready to wrestle me, lets start!” challenged Shannon.

    “Well I guess, but don’t we need a referee? I asked a friend here at

    the gym, Sandy, you know her from class, she said she would for us.

    She’s outside, can I in? After all, I don’t want you to hurt me in our

    wrestling match”, pleaded Marjory.

    “Yes. OK, lets start”. said Shannon, anxious to start.

    Margie opened the door and Sandy walked in. She recognized Shannon and

    said hello.

    The two climbed into the ring. Sandy was wearing a string bikini and

    looking very good. She went over to Shannon and they visited as Marjory

    stretched. Soon she went to the ring center and called the two

    wrestlers for their instructions. Shannon had never been in an actual

    bout before and loved the ceremony. Sandy knew what she was doing but

    was giggling as she talked.

    Shannon went to her corner and slid off her robe. Her full ripe young

    body was magnificent in the purple string bikini she was wearing the

    material barely covered the large that stuck out through the thin cloth.

    The string disappeared up, the ass crack in the back, and her pubic hair

    formed a fringe of brown curly fur as it stuck out around the front

    patch over her young pubis. She hadn’t showered since the night before

    and between that and some finger stimulation, there was a dark spot on

    the purple patch that covered her vagina as her pussy oozed a musky

    secretion.

    Shannon locked her big brown eyes on Margie, hoping to intimidate her

    as she slowly and sensuously stretched her full young body…she was

    spectacular!

    Margie dropped her robe to reveal a brief romantunic type suit with a

    short fringe waist skirt. Fabric crossed to cover her mature breasts

    and her broad hips and ass. To Shannon’s puzzlement however, she saw

    the older wrestler did not have on any pant ies…her lush brown pubic

    hair dropped below the skirt and two, large, full pink vaginal lips

    peeked out of the hairy V between her legs.

    “Uh Margie did you forget the rest of your suit?” laughed Shannon.

    “Why no Sweet Pea. I always wrestle like this!” exclaimed Margie, wide

    eyed in mockery.

    “Always wrestle, what, WHAT?, what do you mean, you told me you couldn’t

    wrestle!” exclaimed the started young coed.

    “I lied to you honey, ever heard of the “Wrestling Debutante”?. asked

    Marjory

    Yes I saw her on TV she really is a bitch, she destroyed her opponent,

    she hurt her much more than she needed to. The poor girl was almost

    unconscious and the bitch kept putting her in holds for the next thirty

    minutes, how do you know her?” asked Shannon, beginning to feel the

    first waves of fear.

    “This mask and wig look familiar?” asked the older wrestler, waving her

    disguise.

    “OH SHIT! YOU ARE THE WRESTLING DEBUTANTE?, that can’t be, oh no!”

    yelled the scared coed.

    “Too late honey, yes it’s me, your nice Ms. Marjory, college teacher by

    day, female wrestler by night!” laughed Margie. “remember, you aren’t

    going to hurt me tonight.”

    “You are right because I am leaving. I am not going to wrestle you

    tonight or any other time”, replied Shannon.

    “Wait honey, you aren’t afraid of little old me are you? Well, come on,

    wrestle the shit out of me, make me scream a submission!” taunted

    Margie. “We have a referee, She’ll make sure the match is fair.”

    “Well, OK, you are really a bitch, yeah, lets wrestle, I am going to

    make you hurt,” retorted Shannon.

    They had agreed to wrestle 15 minute time limits and at Sandy’s bell

    slowly walked to the center of the ring. The match began!

    The stunning exotic sultry young brunette coed vs. the experienced

    statuesque older ash blonde, two magnificent wrestlers.

    Warily Shannon put her hand out to make contact before she locked up

    with her older opponent, Margie took her hand and intertwined her

    fingers through the young hand. Shannon sensed the woman’s strength and

    thought,

    “Oh shit, I’m in trouble!”

    Margie watched her young opponent and loved the way her tits bounced in

    the flimsy purple bra as they vied for position for the first hold. she

    began to get the impression the teenager was more than just a little

    sexually aroused as she postured her body in the tentative hand holding.

    Ready to start, Margie took the initiative and tightening her grip on

    Shannon, rolled and deftly flipped the startled girl.

    Wham!

    “OOowwwoooossshh, aauuuggghh”, exclaimed the Shannon as the air was

    forced out of her lungs. Her full body shook as it hit the canvas, her

    large tits barely staying in the bra.

    Margie walked over to her and grabbing her by the hand, brought her up

    and flipped her again, and again, and again. Four times she brought the

    young body slamming to the mat, each time weakening the young brunette.

    Thoroughly stunned, she then stood Shannon up and walked her to her

    corner where she collapsed to her knees.

    “Oh sweet pea, need a little rest? We really haven’t begun, oh honey

    that’s OK, Margie will be good to you do my legs feel good as they

    massage your lovely head?” taunted Margie as, while teasing the stunned

    girl wrestler she bent her head and placed it between her strong, plump

    thighs in a standing head scissors.

    “This is a standing head scissors honey, your are right, my legs are

    soft, how do they feel?” she teased.

    “AAAArrruuggghhh aaarrruugghh ooohhh stop ooowww, your legs are like

    steel Maarrgieee, aarruuuuggghhhh,” wailed the captured coed.

    Finally Sandy came over and tapped Margie on the shoulder for release.

    Giving her trapped victim a final squeeze, the large ash blonde

    uncrossed her legs and sauntered to her corner where she turned and

    looked at her young opponent with a taunting smirk.

    Sandy let the stunned youngster regain her senses, as she didn’t want

    the evening to end so soon.

    Shannon, for some unknown reason, had almost enjoyed the dominating feel

    of the strong legs of Margie as they encircled her head and squeezed

    her.

    “So that’s what Kimberly feels when I scissor her, hmmm, I wonder if her

    pussy waters like mine is now, “she mused.

    She was feeling very sexy and having recovered her senses, was again

    ready to wrestle.


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    READERReport 

    2006-06-08 03:59:25
    ME NO LIKEY DOUBLE SPACING, THE STORY WAS BORING BUT DIFFERENT

    READERReport 

    2004-09-09 15:07:09
    LOVE THE MUSKY ASSHOLE AND PUSSY FINGERING.

    THAT DOES GIVE THE OLDE FISHY BOX A PUNGANT ODOR. HAVE HAD WOMEN PUT ME IN HEADSCISSORS AND ORGASM WITH MY HEAD BETWEEN THEY’RE THIGHS.

    SOOOOOOOOO! GOOD~~~~~~~~~~~~~!!!!


    READERReport 

    2004-06-01 22:14:01
    My names shannon……it was good by kinda weird

    READERReport 

    2004-05-27 11:00:58
    Sure hope you start the next story with me ummmmmph!!!!!!!!!!

    READERReport 

    2004-05-09 05:42:52
    ditto

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  • Payback is Hell – Part 2

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    A wife confronts a boy that is supposed to be her husband

    At eight o’clock the next morning Leigh came out of the bedroom wearing a pink teddy and black six-inch platform shoes with spike heels. She had her long curly blonde hair and face completely made up and wore a lot of perfume.

    “Time to get up. To show you what a loving wife I am, I’m going to fix us a pot of coffee.”

    Barry loved coffee in the morning, but Leigh had an ulterior motive. She knew he had to piss and the coffee would only make matters worse for his very stiff dick. She did not let him piss before he went to sleep. She ran the water for a long time.

    “I’m going to be nice to you since you didn’t escape or piss. I’m going to untie you. But here are the fucking rules. Remember you’re my slave and you have to obey me all fucking weekend. Keep your mouth shut and your hands behind your back or on top of your head. Walk into the kitchen. Pour yourself a cup of coffee. But if see you touching yourself in any way, well, I better not. Shake your head if you understand me.”

    Barry shook his head yes.

    “While you’re drinking your coffee, make yourself useful for a change. Clean up this fucking mess. Put the shelf back in the bookcase and pick up all the shit on the floor. But drink your coffee. Remember I’ll be watching closely to make sure you don’t touch yourself.”

    Barry did exactly as he was told. The bookcase was straight again and he finished the cup of coffee. At 8:30 there were three loud and slow knocks on the door. His dick, that had gone soft during the cleanup, went to rigid attention at the knocking sound.

    “Answer the fucking door slave.”

    Barry’s eyes widened knowing that he had to face someone completely naked. His dick became harder.

    There was another series of three slow knocks.

    “I said answer the fucking door, and you better not stand behind it either.”

    Slowly Barry walked to the door but knew the embarrassment he’d face. He waited for a minute. Then there were three more knocks, again very slow.

    “Open the fucking door right now or I’ll do it and throw your fucking naked ass outside.”

    He reluctantly opened the door. Standing there was a beautiful woman with very long curly bleached blond hair that went well below her bust line. He had seen the woman perform at an erotic dance bar.

    She already had the look of going on for a night on the town. But it was only 8:30 a.m. The woman wore a three-piece deep red rose lace tie top; mesh shorts, and matching g-string that left almost nothing to the imagination. She also wore 6-inch platform spikes that made her appear to stand over 6 feet tall. Like Leigh, she wore plenty of jewelry and perfume.

    “Well, what do we have here? It looks like we have someone with this dick sticking way out like he’s fucking sexually excited. I bet he’d just love to shoot that wad too. Good morning Leigh. I see you have this boy well trained.”

    She made no attempt to come in so that Barry had to continue exposing himself to the outside world.

    “He’s been pretty good so far. Are you doing OK this morning? Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?”

    “Sure, why not. I can use a fresh cup. Maybe your slave can lead me to the kitchen.”

    The other woman was Melissa. She grabbed roughly Barry’s dick giving him some momentary comfort and relief but she was careful not to go to far. As she walked to the kitchen, Barry had to follow. Leigh made Barry drink a second cup of coffee very quickly. When he was finished Melissa said, “I’m ready whenever you are.”

    “Let’s get started,” Leigh replied. “Everything is as ready as it will ever be. The sooner we get started, the sooner we’ll let this stupid piece of shit piss and cum. Oh I bet he’s going to piss up a storm too.”

    Turning to Barry, Leigh said sternly, “OK you fucking loser piece of shit slave. The game we’re playing is that you’re my fucking slave and you have to obey me because you couldn’t make me cum last night. Nod your fucking head if I’m right.”

    Barry nodded his head in agreement.

    “Here is my next command. Obey Melissa. She is my assistant. Obey her because every command of hers is my command too. Do you fucking understand?”

    Leigh grabbed Barry’s hair and shook his head yes before shoving him to the floor.

    “Look at me and Melissa for a minute. Get up on your fucking knees. Show us your fucking little boyhood. Hands way up over your head. I better not see you fucking touching yourself. Come on, we want to see your cock throb. Put on a show for us.”

    He watched Melissa take off all her clothes, except for her spike platforms and jewelry as Leigh closely watched Barry to be sure he didn’t try to move his hands downward. Then Leigh removed her teddy to reveal that overnight she shaved her pussy completely. Melissa watched the slave closely when Leigh disrobed.

    “He’s all yours,” Leigh said.

    “You know I like that game,” Melissa said to Leigh. “Let’s play it some more for a minute. I liked seeing him bob his dick for us. That means he trying to cum. Maybe he’ll do it even more seeing our pussies.”

    Both of them played with Barry’s nipples and warmly breathed on his dick and into his ear. He was rock hard and throbbing. He hoped his throbbing would make him cum. He tried.

    “I know what I’d like to see him do right now, but I won’t ask him. I’d really like to see what a fucking jerk off he is and have him jerk off for us. But he better keep his fucking hands above that stupid thing he calls a head, and keep his cum inside his dick.”

    Melissa when gently whispered into his ear, “You probably got a lot of hot juicy cum too that is just waiting to explode out of your little dick.”

    She then whispered into his other ear. “I bet your cock is just aching to be stroked. It so wants to cum. I like seeing that hard cock bob up and down. He’s trying so hard to cum.”

    Then Melissa stepped in front of Barry so that her shaven pussy was directly in front of his face and changed her tone.

    “Crawl into the fucking bedroom you fucking worthless piece of loser shit,” Melissa ordered wickedly. “Hurry up. Crawl faster. Don’t dare fall down either. We don’t want your dick getting any satisfaction, at least not just yet.”

    Overnight Leigh made some major changes to the bedroom that bewildered Barry. She rigged a several 2×4’s with long bolts and lock washers to make a cross contraption using her bedroom dresser and mirror combo along with the dining room chair. The floor contained several layers of very large and heavy gauge plastic sheeting that covered nearly the entire bedroom floor, even under the bed Next to the chair was a brown paper bag with the contents hidden from view.

    Leigh replaced the white cotton bed linens with lovely red satin sheets and several matching fluffy pillows, all perfume scented. On top of the sheets were several dildos, much more than she had last night, and bottles of scented lubricant. There was even a double-headed toy on the bed. There were scented candles everywhere but the dresser.

    “Sit in the fucking chair,” Melissa commanded. “Feet flat on the floor but spread wide. Ass glued to the seat. Hands way up over your head. Extend those arms and fingers toward the ceiling.”

    Leigh stood on one side of Barry, Melissa on the other. Both were naked except for their platform spikes and jewelry. They didn’t say a word.

    “Now,” Leigh shouted.

    Melissa instantly plopped down in Barry’s lap while holding his right hand as best she could. Leigh had a firm grip on his left hand. She forced it downward to where it lodged between her hips and the 2×4.

    Leigh reached into the paper sack and pulled out a roll of duct tape. With Melissa’s limited help, Leigh taped and secured his left arm to the 2×4. He could not move it.

    “What the fuck are you doing?” Barry immediately protested loudly while struggling to stand up and free his hand.

    “Shut the fuck up. Who gave you permission to talk? You’re a fucking slave. You’ll do what we want. Give me a piece of tape Leigh. I’ll make him shut the fuck up,” Melissa said as she continued to struggle keeping Barry in place. Leigh moved to the other side.

    Leigh peeled off about 12 inches of tape and handed it to Melissa. She taped his mouth.

    Still sitting in his lap. Melissa struggled keeping Barry’s right hand to the 2×4. But with Leigh’s help, it was easier to secure than the left hand. They ignored Barry’s muffled protests and serious attempts to escape.

    Both women quickly reinforced the tapings. With every passing second, Barry became more tightly secured to the 2×4. Nearly 90% of his arms were taped. As they taped, escape became more unlikely. The taping extended to his shoulders and armpits.

    Next they secured his legs to the chair. Again about 90% of his legs between his ankles and knees had duct tape. Before they finished, they also ran tape across his lap and underneath the chair to further secure him. Over two-dozen rolls of 2-inch gray duct tape firmly immobilized the slave. Almost every inch of his body was taped, especially the parts with short body hair.

    The women wanted to tape one more body part.

    Melissa started breathing hard on Barry’s dick to get it harder. Finally satisfied he was about to cum; Leigh taped his dick using several short strips rather than one long one. She ensured there was maximum content between the tape and the flesh. They left only his dick head exposed. Short pieces of tape were applied on his balls as well. Barry was very near the point of climax during the cock taping.

    “Doesn’t the fucking loser look cute?” Melissa said. “I think he needs a ring.” She tossed an empty tape spools towards his dick. That excited him even more. Finally she shouted, “A ringer!”

    The two looked at each other admiring their handiwork and laughing. Melissa stepped to the other side of the bed. Leigh turned dead serious.

    “OK Barry,” Leigh spoke his name for the first time this weekend. It was also the first time she spoke to him since Melissa took command. In a very stern voice she continued. “Now I want you to fucking listen to me and remember every fucking word I say to you. Do you fucking understand?”

    All Barry could do was shook his head yes. She grabbed him by the hair and shook his scalp violently yes. Leigh spat on him and slapped each side of his face very hard. She then looked him in the eye and spat on him again.

    “The biggest fucking mistake I ever fucking made was marrying your goddamn worthless motherfucking ass Barry.”

    She then removed her wedding band and engagement ring and held it inches from his eyes.

    “But now I’m going to fix that fucking problem just like I’ve fixed every other fucking problem in our worthless fucked up marriage. Last night and this morning I fucking gave you the grounds for divorce by reason of mental cruelty. That’s strike one against me.”

    She slapped him hard when she said strike one. Then she spat on each ring before dropping it into the empty tape spool that served as an ignominious cock ring. She again spat twice on his face. His eyes began to tear. Melissa snapped a picture. Leigh slapped his face hard twice more and spat on him repeatedly.

    “You put me through seven months of hell Barry. I hate your fucking ass. I’m sorry I married your fucking ass. I wish your fucking ass was dead Barry. Because if you dropped dead right now, I’d dig your fucking grave myself and toss you into the ground naked and throw dirt on your worthless body and let the maggots have a fucking feast. That’s what I think of you Barry. I fucking hate you Barry. I hated when you tried to fuck me last night. I hate everything about you Barry. I hope you fucking burn in hell you goddamn motherfucking loser. One more thing Barry,”

    She then slapped him very hard on each cheek three or four times and spat repeatedly in his face.

    “If what I just did wasn’t grounds for physical cruelty I’ll tell you what fucking is. You’ll have more than sufficient grounds for divorce by reason of physical cruelty when you pull off all that fucking duct tape and yell in pain as you also rip the scrawny hairs off your nasty fucking body. That Barry is strike two against my ass.”

    Again she slapped his face saying strike two. Leigh then grabbed the ring finger of Barry’s left hand and yanked the wedding band off his finger. It met a similar fate as her rings.

    She then started laughing and again spat in his face and struck him again. Melissa continued taking pictures of his now reddening face, making sure that the pictures also utilized the dresser mirrors to capture Leigh’s image. She looked him directly in the eye and deliberately spat again before resuming her slow and stern tone.

    “Before I give you strike three, you sorry fucking bastard, I’m going to tell you the fucking part I want you to fucking remember the most. Listen good Barry, you goddamn motherfucking loser. Don’t fucking forget this shit either. You’re a worthless piece of crap that has always relied on someone else. Not this time. You know why? I’m not going to file for the fucking divorce. You are. That’s right Barry. You’re going to divorce me. I’m not going to divorce you. I’ll repeat that because I know you’re a fucking stupid shit loser that has always relied on someone else to do the shit you should be doing. You, Barry, are going to find a fucking lawyer and you, Barry, are going file for the fucking divorce. I’ve been nice because I’ve even given you the fucking grounds. Today is Saturday. I’m going to be real nice and give you two days of grace. Starting at noon on Monday, you have 30 calendar days to serve my fucking ass with those divorce papers. I’ll tell you why I’m giving you two days of grace. You’ll fucking need that time to recover from pulling all the tape off your body. Maybe your pain will be a small reminder of the pain you caused me.

    “If I’m not served within 30 fucking days from noon Monday, that is 32 days from now Barry, you stupid fucking bastard, then we’re still fucking married and you’ll really have hell to pay because legally I’ll still be your wife. And I’m just the fucking bitch that can do it too. And because I’m so fucking nice, I’ll tell you how I’m going to start being a bitch. If you don’t serve my ass, I’ll publish all these fucking pictures of you on the goddamn Internet. I’ll have the URL printed plenty of cocktail napkins so that everyone in the town will know. I’ll get the pictures enlarged and mail the 8×10 color glossies to that stupid, fucking, overweight, lazy-ass, ignorant, worthless piece of shit whore that you call mommy so can see your divorce album too. And that will only be the start. What I have planned to embarrass you if you don’t file will make what happens here today seem like a fucking church picnic. Serve my ass in 30 days or that slut whore mommy of yours and the whole world gets to see what a real fucking loser you are before I really fucking make you pay as they say – until death do us part.”

    Leigh’s nose got less than an inch from Barry’s nose and her voice became even sterner and angrier.

    “OK, let’s recap Barry. I know you’re an ignorant motherfucking loser and need to be told shit over and over again so you fucking remember. YOU have 30 fucking days from noon Monday TO SERVE ME with the goddamn divorce papers. I’ve given you grounds for mental cruelty already. That’s strike one against my ass. You’ll have plenty of grounds for physical cruelty when you pull that fucking tape off your stinking worthless body. Oh, I wish I’d be here to listen to you yell and curse my fucking name. That would be so fucking great. I’d love it. Unfortunately, I’ll deny myself that bit of marital bliss.”

    She then got a great idea.

    “Or would you like to fucking curse me to my face right now?”

    He excitedly shook his head yes and spoke through the tape. She unmercifully ripped the tape off his mouth burning his heavy whiskers.

    “JESUS CHRIST! SHIT! GODDAMN! You fucking low-life bitch! I hate your fucking goddamn whore ass. I hate you and I hate that fucking slut sitting on our bed. She taught you to be a fucking whore. Yeah, I’ll file for fucking divorce all right, and it won’t take no 30 fucking days either. I’ll make you fucking pay too. I’ll make you pay for slapping me and spitting at me and making me feel like a fucking fool. You better not”

    “Fucking curse me goddamn it! Swear at me. Curse my fucking name or I’ll tape your goddamn mouth shut.”

    “Fuck you Leigh. You’re nothing but a cheap ass goddamn, ruthless, conniving, sneaky, deviant, motherfucking slut whore Leigh. I fucking hate your fucking ass. Did you hear me you goddamn motherfucking bitch? I said fuck you Leigh. I fucking hate your goddamn motherfucking whore ass. I fucking hate you Leigh! I fucking hate you. Fuck you Leigh damn it. I hate every fucking bone in your fucking whore body. I hate your goddamn drunk father, whoever the fuck he is. He fucked your whore momma at that gangbang the fucking night you were conceived. I hate your stupid fucking drunk slut momma. She showed how fucking stupid she was when she didn’t fucking know enough to have you aborted. You’re a fucking goddamn asshole Leigh. The world would be better off without you Leigh. You proved you’re a fucking cheap-ass whore, just like your momma. You’re as goddamn fucked up as they are Leigh. I hope you fucking burn in goddamn fucking hell for this fucking shit Leigh. I’ll piss on your fucking grave Leigh for doing this shit to me. You are a fucking worthless goddamn bitch Leigh. You’re a fucking whore Leigh. I fucking hate you. I really fucking hate you for doing this shit to me Leigh. I’ll fucking hate you goddamn it until i fucking die. I hate every fucking thing about you Leigh. I got two fucking words for you bitch – fuck you. Wait until I get”

    Leigh taped his mouth shut again but encouraged him to continue cursing her through the tape. He threatened to get even several times. Despite his constant rant, Leigh quickly summarized hers.

    “OK stupid motherfucker. You’ve had your say. And you did a pretty good job of cursing at me. I’ll always remember that. At least now I know that you know that I’ve proved mental cruelty for strike one. Physical cruelty is strike two against my ass.”

    Suddenly Leigh’s expression went from sadistic to a wicked smile could hardly contain. Sweetly she said, “And now for the best fucking part. This is the fucking part that I’ve been waiting for since last fucking night you stupid motherfucking loser. Here’s fucking strike three.”

    Leigh turned around. Melissa spread her legs and Leigh began eating Melissa’s pussy in front of Barry. From that point she never spoke to him again. Melissa did all the talking.

    “Adultery – Strike Three,” Melissa picked up the stern lecture. “You didn’t fucking know that Leigh was a pussy eater did you? She’s one of the best goddamn pussy eaters in this town. She’s eaten over two dozen pussies this month. Look at her eat … ooohhhh. Look at her eating my fucking pussy. She fucking loves eating ….. ooooohhhhh ….. loves eating pussy. She’d rather eat pussy than suck dicks. But she’s a pretty good dick sucker too. I’ve seen her suck dick. She and I have fucked, oooohhhhhh. She and I have fucked a lot of guys recently. Yeah, and after we sucked them we fucked them. Our pussies fucked a lot of cocks and our asses fucked a lot of cocks too. Then we’d fucking, Ohhhhhh yeah, keep eating me Leigh. Keep fucking eating me. Then after we fucked those guys we’d eat their cum out each other’s pussy so that the guys would get rock hard again. Then we’d swap partners and suck and fuck the guys again. Oooohhhhhh. You won’t have any problem proving adultery. The list of names is already on the kitchen counter. That will make your case easier. Listen to me you stupid motherfucking bastard. Leigh wants fucking out of this so-called fucked up marriage and she wants out right now.”

    Leigh was furiously rubbing Melissa’s cunt, and playing with her 36-D tits at the same time. She inserted a couple of fingers into Melissa’s shaven twat giving her friend enough pleasure to cause her to moan seriously.

    Melissa began tightening her legs around Leigh’s shoulders. She arched her back as Leigh rammed three fingers into her friend’s pussy, while her tongue was sucking for dear life on the clit. Melissa moaned into a wet climax.

    “That’s it honey. Eat my twat. Show that fucking loser ex of yours what pussy eating is all about. Maybe he’ll fucking learn oooooooohhhhhhhhhh.”

    Melissa exploded into Leigh’s mouth. Leigh continued eating the pussy.

    “He fucking likes watching you eat pussy Leigh. The fucker just came all over himself and those worthless rings too. I hope he pisses on them. We don’t fucking care what he does anymore. ooooooohhhhhh fffuuucckkk, oooooohhhh sssshhiitt. Where was I? Oh yeah, he pissed on himself. We don’t fucking care what he does. He can fucking curse you again too. All we really fucking care about is fucking each other. Isn’t that right sweetie?”

    Melissa made a final moan. Leigh began giving her a tongue bath that started at the pussy and worked its way up past her stomach, between her tits and onto her neck before ending at her mouth.

    Leigh and Melissa kissed passionately, quite often so that Barry could see their tongues dancing. Leigh let out a soft moan. Then Melissa returned the tongue bath favor by working her way downward.

    “Leigh, I want to eat your shaven pussy. I guess that the stupid ex-shit doesn’t realize that sexy little bitches like you and me that have a completely shaven pussy mean we love to eat pussy and love to suck and fuck cocks – both real cocks and dildos. Let me eat that shaven pussy of yours. Cum on my slut tongue.”

    Melissa put on another pussy eating demonstration for Barry. He again got to see his wife reach a climax. After both women settled down, Melissa got an idea.

    “You know what I’d like Leigh? Let’s use these fucking dildo’s and really fuck each other. I mean, since we have these dildos, we really don’t need a dick.”

    As they fucked, Melissa and Leigh recited their devious plan to each other, specifically so Barry knew the details of how and why Leigh wanted to ask for the divorce this way. The plan had been underway for over two months, which coincided with second time he got fired after the marriage. That was the straw that broke the camels back.

    They identified the men that engineered and made the wooded contraption. They made it easy for Leigh to bolt the pieces together with a screwdriver and pair of small wrench. They made it large enough so that large tape spools could pass under the upper cross bar that held his arms. They explained how and when they bought the different objects that were now in the bedroom. They explained they even rehearsed the tapings somewhere else on a much more muscular man. Barry found out that since yesterday afternoon, the bedroom closet was the final staging area.

    Both women came. Leigh came first as she sat on the pillows while Melissa fucked her with a slender toy and vibrator. They exchanged positions and toys.

    After Melissa came, she put on a strap-on that had a 12-inch dildo.

    “Suck my cock little slut. Show that piece of ex-shit what a good cocksucker you are.”

    After Leigh put on a demonstration of her cocksucking skills, she turned around and got on her knees. Melissa entered her pussy from behind. All Barry could see was cock entering her pussy. Leigh had her head turned away from him.

    Another long fuck coupled with nasty talk ensued until Leigh came again. The two women exchanged positions again. Melissa put on the dildo again while she recuperated from her climax. Sitting on the edge of the bed perpendicular to Barry, Leigh inserted the strap-on in her ass, until Melissa brought her off again. Leigh enjoyed rubbing herself all over during this fucking.

    The women noticed that Barry came again. That only encouraged them to continue their slut act. They used the double-headed dildo and climaxed together, sucking and licking their juices off the toy.

    It was nearly noon. Both women had cum several times. Leigh quietly whispered something in Melissa’s ear. Both laughed as the whispering continued. Leigh maintained her silence toward Barry. Only Melissa spoke. Earlier in the morning Melissa took several digital pictures of Barry’s predicament. Now it was Leigh’s turn to take pictures while Melissa spoke sternly.

    “OK you stupid motherfucking bastard. It’s about noon. In 48 hours, at noon on Monday, your fucking 30-day clock starts ticking. Leigh is moving in with me. She moved most of her stuff out yesterday. She don’t care what you do with all the shit that’s left in this place. Sell it so you can pay your lawyer. See, she’s even taking care of that end too. Have your lawyer serve her at my apartment, or at her new job. Did you know that yesterday she fucking quit that waitress job? Starting tonight she’s working where I work and as an erotic dancer. Everyone is going to be able to lust after every inch of her glorious naked body. And she’s going to fuck anyone she wants – a guy or a gal. Hell, use that as grounds too if you want. Our new address is already on the kitchen cabinet along with the names, addresses and phone numbers of the guys and gals she’s fucked in the last week and helped us build your cross. You’ll see it’s a long fucking list. They all know what a fucking loser you are. They wanted to help Leigh get out of this fucked up marriage. She doesn’t give a flying fuck what grounds you use, as long as you fucking serve her and end this fucking disaster of a marriage – and the sooner the better.”

    While Melissa gave Barry the final instructions, Leigh brought all the other dining room chairs into the bedroom and Melissa’s clothes. Leigh placed the chairs three-abreast in between Barry and the bed.

    “The slave game is over. We’re going to a fucking hotel in a few minutes. I have six very hard, cum-filled, young studs and five beautiful, sexy, love-starved bitches just waiting to fuck Leigh. She’s going to fuck herself silly all afternoon celebrating this divorce until she goes to work tonight. And she can hardly wait to eat more pussy and suck some real dick. She’s going to get fucked in the ass and the cunt at the same time, while she’s eating pussy. That’s what kind of a fucking slut she’s going to be this afternoon to celebrate her divorce.

    “But she said that she wanted to be nice to you even now. She’ll free your arms and leave the knife within easy reach. But I hope you’ll do us both a small favor. When you’re yelling in pain as you pull that fucking tape off that worthless hairy body of yours, curse our names again. Curse us by name loud too. We especially want you to fucking curse us when you pull the sticky tape off that worthless thing between your goddamn legs. You know, that stupid thing you call an excuse for a fucking prick. When you pull the sticky duct tape off your prick, curse us by name with every fucking curse word you can. Fucking curse our goddamn motherfucking names to the high heavens for taping your stupid worthless prick and causing you fucking pain. When you fucking curse us by our names, you’ll be fucking doing exactly what we fucking want. You’ll be so sore that you won’t be able to fuck anyone or even jerk off for a long time. Now, because we’re both nice, we have some lovely parting gifts to close this divorce ceremony.”

    “Oh Melissa, you did such a fine fucking job today with this worthless piece of ex-shit and also eating my pussy that I want you go first. You’re the fucking bitch maid of honor so you get the honors,” Leigh said while giving Melissa a long lesbian kiss so Barry could clearly see their tongues playing with each other just inches from his eyes and nose.

    Several times during the kiss they actually exchanged spit so that Leigh could spit Melissa’s saliva into Barry’s face or Melissa could spit Leigh’s saliva. Then Melissa stepped up on the chairs and straddled Barry before pissing into his face. She had a morning’s worth of coffee to expel.

    The girls laughed as they exchanged positions. Leigh emptied her bladder for the first time since she went to bed last night. It went on for a long time. She waited for a few minutes to be sure she was completely empty. Finally she grunted a small piece of shit onto his head. They laughed uncontrollably as the smelly liquid and solid waste permeated the room and went all over the plastic covering on the floor. They laughed even more seeing Barry cry.

    “I can’t believe that you’d be able to do it, but you fucking did,” Melissa said chuckling as Leigh was getting down. “Here look at this picture. I got the turd coming out of your ass. And then there’s this one of it plopping on his fucking head. You can see the mud slide on his face. Shit, and I really mean shit. This is fucking great. It’s all the proof he’ll fucking need. There is not a judge in the world that wouldn’t grant the fucking divorce now.”

    Both continued laughing. As Leigh started to walk to the bathroom, Melissa stopped her.

    “Now Leigh, wait just a minute. You’re the fucking whore bride at this divorce ceremony and I’m the fucking bitch maid of honor here today. Please allow me the privilege of wiping your whore ass and cleaning all the shit out.”

    Leigh acted so surprised and happy because it is something she never thought about. She bent forward and spread her cheeks wide so that Barry could see everything. Melissa took the first used toilet tissue and taped it over Barry’s nose. The next piece of used toilet tissue she handed to Leigh.

    “The fucking whore bride is supposed to toss her garter over her shoulder,” Melissa told Leigh as the bride tossed the tissue toward Barry’s way and cursed him. They repeated the procedure several times. They continued to insult him and often spat in his face while they listened to him curse them through the tape.

    “If the fucking whore bride would like,” Melissa said, “I can remove the tape from his mouth and you can shove that piece of shit cake into his fucking mouth as he’s cursing you.”

    Immediately Barry shut up and firmly held his jaw tight, knowing both women were that deviate, spiteful and vengeful enough to do just that.

    “I think there is one more parting gift,” Leigh said to Melissa. “Since there is no fucking best bastard here, would the fucking bitch maid of honor please give the stupid bastard groom some fucking relief?”

    Leigh removed the empty tape spool from his dick and let the symbols of marriage fall into the urine puddle on the floor while laughing wickedly. As Leigh again snapped pictures, Melissa took a very firm on grip on Barry’s dick and roughly masturbated him to orgasm while cursing him. One of the pictures showed his cum as it spouted out of the taped dick. Melissa then put the empty tape spool on his dick again but never touched the rings in the urine puddle.

    “I’d like to stay here longer and shit again but there are some pussies waiting for me to eat and some hard dicks for me to fuck?” Leigh said to Melissa. “Let’s get dressed and get to them then. Besides, this fucking place is really starting to stink.”

    Before dressing, the women engaged in another lesbian kiss so that Blake could see, but maintained some distance because of the bathroom tissue odor taped to his nose. Laughing most of the time, the women dressed and took more pictures. As Leigh slowly began cutting into the tape along the entire length of the 2×4 with a pocketknife, Melissa gave a stern final warning.

    “Serve those goddamn papers or I won’t be able to stop this lovely little bitch’s wrath from really fucking embarrassing your worthless loser ass you goddamn motherfuckering bastard.”

    Leigh dropped the closed knife directly on his dick. He yelled as the knife fell into the empty tape spool and on his soft dick. Barry struggled but finally freed his arms. Arm and arm the women walked out the door laughing wickedly at a job well done.


  • AMY AND JOANNE – PART 3

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    Prologue: Joanne has just confessed to her best friend Amy that she has taken steroids and the her clit has grown to many times it’s normal size. After a quick suck session before school to calm the fire in Joanne’s pussy, the two girls are nabbed by Sister Rachel, the high school principal. To the stunned amazement of both girls the old nun ushers them into her back office where she sucks Joanne to an incredible climax while Amy masturbates like a banshee while watching all the action. The girls think that they will now be able to return to their second period class, but of course Sister Rachel has other ideas! Our story picks up with the sister calling her secretary on the intercom and requesting that she join them in her office……… “Wait right here,” Sister Rachel said authoritatively to Amy and Joanne, “we’re not finished yet.” The two girls looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders while the old nun summoned Miss Austin from the out office. A moment later the door opened and the thirty year old red head stepped inside while asking, “You wanted to see me sister?” “Yes, dear,” the nun replied, “are you wearing it today, I mean are you packing!?!” A slight smile passed over the pretty woman’s face while replying, “Of course I am.” “Good,” Sister Rachel replied, “now come over here and show us what you’ve got!” Amy and Joanne gave each other a quick “I got no clue glance” and waited to find out exactly what the word “packing” meant. Once in the middle of the office, Valerie Austin calmly unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor into a pile around her ankles. Again it was jaw dropping time as she slowly turned to face the two open mouthed seniors who were staring at her incredibly bulging crotch.

    It looked like a big banana was stuffed inside of the secretary’s white satin panties! “How does she look?” the sister asked softly. “Doesn’t she just look precious?” “I-is that thing real?” Amy asked nervously. “Real?” the nun asked. “Show her, Valerie, show her what’s real!!!” With soft moan the red headed secretary slowly slipped her pretty panties over her hips allowing a monstrous strap on dildo to flop menacingly into view! “Good god in heaven,” Joanne mumbled, “never in my life……..” While neither of them had ever seen anything quite like it, both Amy and Joanne began to fidget from one leg to the other while the tension in their pussies began to grow once again! “Please, dear, remove the rest of your things,” Sister Rachel ordered. “Show them what a beautiful body you have!” Again without a word of protest Valerie Austin slipped her white blouse from her shoulders, and with an assist from Sister Rachel on the hooks of her bra let her big breasts spill free into the open air! “Now, doesn’t she look good enough to eat?!?”

    The look was absolutely incongruous!!! A pretty face, large firm pink nippled breasts, wide full hips, and long slim legs caught in juxtaposition with the ten inch hammer hanging at a forty five degree angle from her groin! “She’s the best of both world, dears,” the old nun said softly while caressing Valerie Austin’s big boobs. “Don’t you just love the way her nipples stiffen at a mere touch?” Both girls figured that that was a rhetorical question and didn’t bother answering, but instead they both pressed their thighs hard together trying desperately to put some direct pressure on their now engorged clits!!! “Now children,” Sister Rachel intoned a little severely, “get out of those clothes this instant!” Both girls were in no mood to argue, so without so much as a word they quickly stripped themselves naked while waiting patiently for their next directive. “Joanne, darling, be a dear and lift up the hem of my habit.” Joanne nervously grabbed the bottom of the black and white cover and carefully hoisted it above the old nuns waist. From clear across the room came a loud gasp from Amy when the sister’s pussy and ass came into sight.

    Amy had gasp with good reason because the good nun was wearing a pair black sheer crotchless panties underneath her religious garb! It was obvious that her pussy was shaved smooth as silk as her incredibly full lips bulged obscenely through the panty crotch! Sister Rachel then calmly sat her fat ass on the edge of the desk, and after spreading her heavy thighs wide apart signaled for Valerie Austin to come to her! The pretty secretary took her place between the old nun’s thighs and leaned over to give the old bitch a long French kiss! “Mmmmmmm, you taste so gooooooood,” the old cunt sighed after breaking their kiss. “Okay, dear, you know what to do, fuck me!!!” Valerie took the head of the brutal looking monster and ran the big head up and down Sister Rachel’s drooling crack! “O-kay, girls,” she stammered, “see how a real woman takes her fucking!!!” Both Joanne and Amy plopped down on the carpeted floor with their fingers buried deep inside of their burning pussies! Their eyes nearly popped out their sockets as they watched all ten inches of cock disappear easily inside of the old nun’s greedy snatch! “Oh my fucking lord,” the sister moaned through gritted teeth, “I-I’m cumming already!!!” Valerie Austin was by now pistoning in and out of the nun’s hungry pussy with brutal ferocity! The two girls, while fascinated by the scene, were just thankful that their own pussies wouldn’t have to face the vicious onslaught that Valerie Austin’s latex satisfier could administer!!!

    With each plunge Sister Rachel groaned and thrust her heaving pussy forward to make sure that it received each and every inch of hard cock the slutty secretary had to offer!!! Joanne’s super engorged clit was again bulging proud and tall as her middle finger literally flew over it’s large distended head!!! Sister Rachel’s fat bottom was soon bouncing up and down on the edge of the desk as a whirlwind whipped uncontrollably in her juice filled organ! Amy couldn’t decide whether to watch the old nun get her cunt reamed out or take advantage of Joanne’s huge bulging clit! With her own pussy nearing another climax, Amy finally couldn’t wait another second before dropping her head into Joanne’s lap and sucking in the fat clitty between her hungry lips! Sister Rachel’s head rolled from side to side on her shoulders while the vicious fucking ensued, but it was the sight of Amy sucking the brunette’s huge clit that set her off!!! Her pussy spasmed hard three of four times around the monster invader, trying desperately to control it before finally giving in and letting the thick marauder have it’s way with her! “I-I’m cumming so fucking hard,” the old nun groaned while her whole body convulsed out of control. “Oh yesssssss, suck the little bitch off, eat her fucking clit up, make her have nice hard one!!!”

    In a matter of seconds all four women were in the midst of cunt crushing orgasms! Joanne thanks to Amy’s pretty mouth, Amy due to her flying middle finger, Sister Rachel from the thick dominating dildo that was smashing into her box, and unbeknownst to the girls, Valerie Austin was being impaled by a smaller appendage that was just opposite the monster that was buried in the over heated nun! A mixture of groans and the sweet aroma of fresh pussy wafted through the air until they all collapsed from sheer exhaustion!!! They all lay there panting, luxuriating in the sensation of another very satisfying climax. It was finally Joanne who got to her feet and began slowly dressing that indicated that the party was over. On their way to their fourth period class Amy poked her friend in the ribs playfully and exclaimed, “Now that’s what I call and extra curricular activity!!!” Joanne looked at her friend out of the corner of her twinkling eye and replied, “Yeah, I wonder if the sister will give us a letter?!?”

    THE END


    12 comments
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    Anonymous readerReport 

    2009-01-16 19:59:46
    sooo wet.
    keep it up

    HotoneReport 

    2008-07-27 14:38:18
    I enjoy your stories…this series was really good!

    Anonymous readerReport 

    2008-07-24 23:29:50
    NICE

    ALEXANDER PHOENIX

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    READERReport 

    2007-08-01 19:37:45
    god that made me so fucking horny

    READERReport 

    2006-06-09 04:20:43
    I HOPE THESE GIRLS APPEAR IN OTHER STORIES, THUMBS UP

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