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My Very Hot Wife

My Very Hot Wife 2
This story is true, it took place over an 18 month period, only his name has been changed the rest is the way the encounter occurred, and I have the tapes to refer to for accuracy.
My wife is 35 years old, five foot, long blond hair, 38dd breasts and a great ass. By her third date with John her ass was no longer virgin.
Her and I have spoken about these stories and she wanted to contribute to the writing.
This next encounter is told by Joyce as I wasn’t there to record it.
Hi everyone.
After my last encounter every time the phone rang I ran over and picked it up with anticipation. When John left Sunday morning he said I’ll call Monday and maybe stop by for a blow job, I was salivating to give it to him. As you may or may not know I love to suck cock and swallow cum.
No call, Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday, by Thursday I was getting depressed. Thursday evening Al and I were watching TV around 8:30 PM when the phone rang. Al answered, Hi John how have you been? Oh well shit happens yeah I’ll get her, it’s for you and he smiled at me. I said hi babe thought you had ditched me, No way having trouble with my wife these last few days, I understand. Hold on while I go upstairs so I can talk.
Al turned the TV sound off and I put the phone on speaker. After a few moments I said ok now I can talk. Joyce the last four days all I’ve thought about was you. I know darling after you left I kept those panties on until 4PM and that’s when I took a shower, I wanted to smell you all day. I didn’t brush my teeth until Monday because I wanted to keep your taste in my mouth. Stop I’m getting a hard-on thinking about it, good.
I’m trying to arrange a fishing trip for Saturday till Sunday, a friend of mine says I can use his boat. It’s a thirty foot cabin cruiser and we can go out in the bay and anchor. Will Al let you go? Call me in the morning, by noon and I’ll let you know. By big guy, by love.
Do you want to go? Hell yes! Ok but just this one time as all I’ll have is your story on the trip. Great, let me suck your cock, I need some cum now. Ok.
The next morning John called at about 11, hi sweetie how my girl? Wet and ready for our fishing trip. That’s great I’ll pick you up at around 2PM Saturday afternoon, ok what do I need. Your street clothes, a pair of panties bra and heels? I can do that.
Saturday at two he pulled up and off I went, after we left the neighborhood I leaned over and stuck my tongue down his throat and then put my head down and kissed his dick.
Joyce you have no idea how much I’ve looked forward to this, and me too babe. The ride was long and but we finally arrived at 4:30. You hungry? I could go for a cum shake or a burger. The shake you will get later lets get some food, ok.
After burgers and fries and several double vodkas we got to the boat. We got on board and went in side. I’d like another drink please, ok but you’ve had four already, don’t worry I’m not driving, ok.
I went into the state room and put on my outfit yellow lace thong, matching bra and black 5” heels. I opened the door stepped out and had a tongue in my mouth and a hand on my clit. Wow I guess you like the look? You know it. My juices started flowing, he took me into the bedroom, take those panties off! You got it, I laid down and that huge cock was going in easily, all I could say was your cock feels great push it further, and he did until our public bones we mashing together. Oh my god oh my god baby fuck me fuck me. He did for about five or six minutes and then as I was about to explode he tensed up and we came together, I almost passed out I came so hard. It took a long time to calm down, He rolled off with a cute smile and said are you hungry I just smiled and said all the time.
The next half hour he feed me cum and vodka, what a great combination. ( ladies if you’ve never tried it you should )
I had my hand on his cock and it started to twitch. Honey I have something for you, as I started to message the cock with more vigor. What is it doll. Well the last time we were together you took my ass before I could say anything, yes I know, shush what I’m saying is I’d like to offer it to you willingly now. Really? Yes and Al has never had it so I hope you know how I feel.
God I’d love it, I rolled over on all fours stuck my ass up as far as I could and said make me cum. The next thing I felt was his large wet warm cock at my rosebud and then in it went. I was tight but knew in time he’d stretch me to accommodate him in all my orifices.
He did what I asked and I blew my cookie twice before he unloaded another large load of sperm into me.
For the next two hours I had cum and vodka. I realized then that I was falling in love with his cock. Hon would you fuck me again? I sure will, John rolled over and in his beautiful cock went. We fucked for what seem like and hour I came four times and then he once again let go, god I love warm cum.
We were both getting pretty drunk cum and vodka is great and I admit I don’t know when to stop. It was about midnight, we were still up when we heard footsteps on the boat. What was that I asked, I don’t know let me go see, John got up and put on his shorts, I pulled up my wet panties and grabbed a t shirt the back door open and there was a big black guy. John looked and said Hi Mark, Hi John, I thought you were going fishing? Something else came up, it was apparent to see what we had been doing as I was covered in cum and had soaked panties both front and back showing large stains.
Mark got any beer yeah I’ve got about six left I’ll get them for you, thanks. Should I change? No I like the look and besides I’m fucking you when he leaves, ok good. Why is he out roaming around at midnight. Wife left him so he’s been alone for five months, bet he has a very full nut sack. I’m sure he does, he saw the twinkle in my eye. My concern is he may want more then a blow job. But there has to be an awful lot of cum? Right! Yeah I suppose. You’ve had a lot of cum already, never enough cum, besides I could pump it into a glass and I could drink it. I’m sure he expect you to pump it out of him, I have no problem with it if you don’t. Besides the sooner he leaves the soon I get fucked again.
John here’s the beer, thanks. Mark this is Joyce, Hi Mark how are you? Great you? Never better. I’m a bit of a mess at the moment, you look fine to me. Well thank you sir.
John says your alone, yeah wife left five months ago, why? Found a guys with a bigger dick. Sorry about that, well you guys have a beer and I’ll be out in a little bit. The door closed.
Joyce really looks good man, thanks and she loves to suck cock and drink cum. Really? yeah for real. Wow. If your interested she could jerk you off in a glass and drink it. Really? Yeah but that’s it then you go. Ok it’s a deal. Joyce, hon come out, she opened the door and stood there in wet panties and a t shirt, what’s up baby? How would you like some more cum? I’d love it. Mark’s nut sack is full, you could pump it out in the vodka glass and, I know what to do with it, Mark you ok with this, yeah Lets go, John get my glass, got it, Mark lets see your cock please. He stood up and out came a very large dick, it was larger then Johns and quite a bit fatter, how nice, come her big boy. Joyce pulled off her t shirt showing off her 38s and said can’t jerk a guy off unless your tits are bouncing around and your nipples are rock hard, right? Yes was all mark could say.
It took her four minutes and Mark let go of a huge load, Joyce cooed at him, again? Please another four minutes and she had at least six ounces of cum. Again? nope I’m empty, looks good. She lifted the warm sticky concoctions to her lips and drank. Mark smiled your are my kind of woman, thank you sir, she held up the glass tipped it towards him in a gesture of thanks and finished it, you taste great. Thank you and you can do that anytime you want. Well thank you sir.
I’ll see you next week buddy, you guys have a great night, we will. Mark was gone, Well how about the good fucking you promised me?
John spread he legs rubbed the head of his cock on her wet pussy lips and pushed, oh god lover I can really get use to this, me too. Now lets fuck, yes. yes, yes.
Sunday morning John’s car pulled up and Joyce got out, waved goodbye and came in the house. I was sitting at the table drinking coffee. Good morning, hi hon it’s a great morning. Joyce your covered in cum, yeah it’s a good look for me don’t you think? Any more coffee? Full pot, well get some and tell me how it went.
A note from Joyce.
I have to admit I didn’t tell al about the anal or Mark until mark was also fucking me but that’s another date and story. If you enjoyed these first three date let us know as the affair went on for 18 months and there were many date and al relies on the tape for accuracy. To any female readers believe me try cum and vodka it’s great!

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Model to slut – In the club

I’d found out that the man I was to marry in two days time was a love cheat, his betrayal hurt me deeply and I was looking for vengeance. My previous story tells of how I learned of his deceit and how I reacted to it. Towards the end of that story I mentioned that we went on to a club, here’s the story of that night.

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I Was Going To Do It.

I was going to do it.
I was going to try something I had never tried before, and I was sure it was going to work. It all seemed so simple at first, so easy and so freeing. The idea, given to me by one of my friends, was so intriguing at the time I could not stop myself from thinking about it.
It had been a solid three days since the idea lodged itself in my brain and as soon as I heard it, I knew it was something I wanted to try. The thought had sat in the back of my mind, festering and growing until I could not possibly wait another moment. I was going to do it.
I was going to tie myself up, upside-down, hanging from the ceiling in my garage with a vibrating egg inserted into my pussy.
It was going to be glorious. A girlfriend of mine and of similar build to me seemed so excited at her new found pleasure; I just had to try it.
So that is why I found myself standing in a musty smelling, dingy, grimy and overstocked porn store. How could a place be this dirty yet smell like someone spilled an entire bucket of sanitizer all over the place?
This building was a rundown gas station converted to serve pornography. It sat off exit 64 on I-92 and was a literal shit-hole. If this was not the only store within 50 miles that sold these kinds of things, I’d have gone somewhere else.
As soon as I walked in the powerful concoction of odors and aromas smacked me in the face. Eyebrows upturned, throat clenching and lunch churning in my stomach, I pressed forward; what I wanted outweighed all of what this store could throw at me.
As I browsed the isles and assembled my necessary tool-kit, I couldn’t help but breathe through my mouth and watch where my feet landed on the floor. Midway up isle (2) the floor was coated in some sticky substance I dare not tread on. It smelled like strawberry jam, so I assumed it was lube.
When I finally got back to the register, I had all I needed: 100ft length rope, (2) sets of fuzzy handcuffs, (1) ball gag, and the vibrating egg. The egg was by far the most expensive, but it was also the crucial ingredient to my plan. The box, hot pink with flowers on its sides (of course), claimed it had 10 different settings and an incredible long battery life. It also had a wireless controller so I could keep the remote in my hand, controlling its settings.
After paying my total in cash and receiving my change, I darted out the door and longed for fresh air and a shower. The unusually hot air clung to me in ways I really didn’t care for. Being mid-May in Pennsylvania, you’d think the weather would be cooler than it was, but the weathermen were predicting a scorcher of a weekend to follow.
Once safely tucked into my SUV, I smiled the coy smile of a person who is way too pleased with themselves. This was really happening.
Upon arriving home, my cat Baxter greeted me and started immediately whining that he was dying of starvation and couldn’t possibly wait another second. My bags I placed on the kitchen counter and I was lead into the kitchen by my furry companion.
I live in a 2 bedroom apartment with my boyfriend of 3 years. He travels a lot for his business and that is most of the time ok by me. Sometimes I miss him terribly, and I usually react like Baxter when he returns (except for the feed me I’m gonna starve attitude). Our apartment is a two story building in an apartment complex with a personal garage underneath our rooms. The garage was nothing to speak of, a simple one car space with little on the walls.
Once my cat was taken care of I set to work. It was Friday afternoon and Greg, my boyfriend, wasn’t expected back till Monday afternoon at the earliest. I had told exactly no one I was attempting this, so I had the apartment at my disposal all weekend.
We had kept the garage very clean, ever since we moved in two and a half years ago. We had painted and sealed the floor last year and it still looked very good despite having our cars drive all over it. There wasn’t much on the walls, because most of Greg’s tools were in a storage cabinet in the corner. We did have a three step ladder hanging from a hook next to the door and that is what I would need first.
Greg had installed a chin up bar in the middle of the garage away from where the garage door lifted up and away from the small set of stairs leading into the house. It was about 10 feet away from everything in the garage and centered in the middle of the ceiling.
Greg could simply jump up and grab onto the bar, it wasn’t that high off the ground, especially for him being 6’-2”. But for me being 5’-6”, I was never able to just jump and grab it. It was at least 4-6 inches away every time I tried.
The only other thing I needed to perform my high-wire act (as I started calling it to myself) was a sandbag to act as counterweight. Being athletic and a cheerleader in high school, I pretty much stayed at around 130 lbs. The sandbag we sometimes used as a doorstop for the back door weighted about 100 lbs. I was betting it, along with the tension on the rope, would keep me off the ground.
I took the end of the rope and triple tied it to the top of the sand bag (only after dragging that large S.O.B. into the garage). Baxter was curious, so he followed me and inspected my progress. The knot was tied very tight, and I was very sure it was not coming loose anytime soon.
The next step was to position the step ladder under the chin-up bar and get the 100 lb bag onto that top step. After a lot of grunting and lifting, I was finally able to lift it from one step to the next all the way up to the third and final step. I had also managed to work up a tremendous sweat in the process.
I slung the rope over the chin up bar and let the remainder come down on the other side. The counter weight was in place. I then lifted off my shirt and started disrobing.
After kicking the remainder of my clothes into one of the corners of the garage, I stepped onto the first step of the ladder, completely naked and still sweating.
I secured the first set of fuzzy handcuffs around my ankles and looped the rope in between my legs. I had practiced some self bondage before in my teenage years, so where I needed the rope to go came naturally to me.
Before I tied up my hands, I made sure the ball gag was in place. I secured it behind my head and felt a little drool slide down my lower lip. A grin then filled my face as I started on my hands.
My goal was to hang feet up, head down, so I needed to sit on the sandbag on the top step and lift my feet into the air. I tied the last bit of the rope onto the other pair of handcuffs and secured both my wrists behind my back. I had the vibrating egg in hand by this point and I proceeded to try it out.
I was soaked so the egg slipped in rather easily. It was made of a hard plastic material but as it sat just inside me I could have sworn it disappeared. Once I hit the on button on the remote, BOOM, yep, it was in there, pressing against every sensitive spot it could find.
I followed my work to make sure I had it all set up correctly. The sandbag, still on the top step of my ladder, had the rope tied onto it on the one end. The rope looped up and over the chin-up bar overhead and came back down in front of me, also on the step ladder. My feet were handcuffed and my hands were handcuffed and both were secured by the rope. The vibrating egg was inserted into my pussy and humming away soundly. If I chose to sit here, on the sandbag, for a couple of moments longer, I would most certainly feel myself orgasm.
Just as I was thinking this, the unthinkable occurred. Baxter, who was scratching at something (probably a bug), leapt 3 feet into the air and bolted for the entry door to the house. The sound and the movement startled me and as a result caused me to shift my weight on the ladder. The sandbag moved with me and as we shifted, the ladder toppled and slid sideways.
I felt the rope jerk and my ankles were thrust into the air and my body started to swing on the rope. The sandbag slammed onto the garage floor and then sat motionless. The remote to the vibrating egg slipped out of my hands and fell toward the floor. The vibrating egg itself hummed away inside me and I clenched my eyes and felt myself convulse with an orgasm.
‘Oh. My. God.’ It was incredible. Despite the biting pain in my ankles and the blood rushing to my head, I was naked, vulnerable, sweating and cumming all at the same time.
Then the thought struck me…I had not planned for the sandbag to fall. I was stuck in this position with no way down. The handcuff keys were in my pants pocket in the corner, the ladder had slid almost to the far wall and…
‘Oh. My. Fucking. God.’ I was cumming again. My ass flexed and my heart pounded as another powerful orgasm erupted inside me. This time I was unable to bite back my sighs and let out a low moan as I shook on the rope.
As I snapped back to reality I realized my ankles were really starting to hurt, but not in an unbearable way. Whatever fuzzy material that was around the cuffs sure worked well to stop it digging into me, or breaking my ankles when I fell off the ladder.
My body swayed still from the tumble off the ladder and I remembered the vibrating egg controller. As I craned my neck around looking at the floor, trying to see where it had …
‘Holy. Fuck. Damnit.’ Another orgasm. This one more powerful than the first two. I don’t know if it was the desperation of the moment or the movement of my body as I tried to find that fucking remote, but it caused my legs to shake and my juices to flow out of me.
I started wildly struggling against my handcuffs in an attempt to get free, but as I struggled I felt my muscles tighten again, preparing for another immense rupture.
I felt my neck slack and I looked down toward the ground. I saw the drool dripping down from the ball gag in my mouth and onto the floor. I also felt my pussy juices running down my stomach, my ass and my back. If I didn’t find that fucking remote soon…
‘Shit. Fuck. Whore.’ Another body shaking orgasm. I couldn’t take much more of this. The most I had ever come at one time (before this) was 3 times, and that was when Greg and I had come home from the bar late one night and ravaged each other.
I searched the ground a second time. My head was about 8 inches off the floor, but I was right at eye level with the top of the sandbag. That’s when I saw it. The remote! On the sandbag! What great fortune, what tremendous…
‘Ahhh! Holy. Fuck.’ A mixture of tears, saliva, sweat and cum ran down various parts of me. My muscles shook and my heart raced. I was crying from the pain of having cum so many times and a little dizzy from the rush of blood to my head.
As I sobbed, I could only think “I have to get to that remote. I have to turn it off somehow”.
I started to swing myself toward the sandbag. Just as I felt my hair brush the sandbag I felt another swell of …
‘MMMMMMMMMM….’ Was the only word/sentence/thought/sound I could come up with. My eyes rolled, my body vibrated and my juices continued to flow. I was still swinging so I continued to try for the remote.
I saw that my head would swing right over the one and only button on the remote. The only choice I had was to press my face into the bag and hope some part of it pressed the button and turned it off.
I clenched my hands, gritted my teeth against the ball gag and at the right time closed my eyes and pressed my head down onto the sandbag.
“RRRRRRMMMMMMMMM.”
“GodDamnHolyFuckingFuckSuckWhoreBitchAssSluuuuuu…..”
I had not turned it off. I had not turned it down or to a different pace.
I had turned it up. It had been on a lower setting this whole time.
Worse still…I had also knocked it on the floor. There would be no way of reaching for it now.
My teeth chattered on the gag. My legs shook. Sweat covered my body. My cum exploded out of me. I trembled, whimpered, gasped for breathe, cried and came some more. This was it.
I was going to die.
As I hung upside down, cumming uncontrollably, and realizing what my fate would be, I heard something. It sounded like a grinding sound, but it was tough to tell over the sound of the vibrating egg and the tears that filled my eyes.
The grinding sound lasted about 15 seconds and I heard a loud bang. I could hear a voice and shuffling of feet. I also noticed cooler air hit my skin and a different hue to the room than had been before.
As the voice came closer, I could pick out it was my mother. She had opened the garage door, seen me hanging naked and rushed to my side. I couldn’t form words, all I could do is cry. I cried from pain, shame, and embarrassment. I couldn’t hear anything she was telling me, but she did somehow undo the rope from the sandbag and release me to the floor.
My last conscious thought in that moment was me pulling out the vibrating egg and flicking it away from me.
As I came to, I was lying on my couch with hot wraps on my ankles and hands. I had been put into a bath-robe and my restraints had all been removed. My mother sat in the adjacent room watching TV, apparently waiting up for me to come back to consciousness.
I then spent a good 30 to 45 minutes talking to my mother. I have never been able to look at my mother in the same way again, and I doubt she will ever look at me the same either. I have never told Greg about it and I hope to god he never finds out.
And I’ll admit this….Though this was my first time using that vibrating egg, it would not be the last time I had used that vibrating egg.

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Russian House

One of our friends is Russian and wanted to celebrate her birthday in the city at a Russian restaurant. If you’ve never been to a Russian party, you’re missing it, they know how to party. There is food, vodka and dancing all night long. The restaurant she picked had a motel across the parking lot from it and there was a group of eight couples, one couple lived in the city, that went down for the party and all of us out of towners got a room at the motel, which wasn’t fancy but clean. We arrived around 6:30 which allowed us time to check in and gave me sometime to get dressed and put on my face. I brought down a simple black dress with a halter top that scooped low in the back, it exposed most of my back down to my waste. Obviously, I couldn’t wear a bra with this but my husband didn’t seem to mind. The dress was short, probably six inches above the knees, I didn’t bother with nylons. I went for the vamp look in the make-up, darkening my eyebrows, dark eye-liner and shadow and deep red lipstick. My husband hates to be late, so at 8:00 on the dot, we started across the parking lot to the restaurant. It was chilly out and I had forgotten a coat, all I had was a shawl. My husband put his jacket around me and kept his arm around me as we walked. This was going to be a fun evening!
When we got there, a few of the couples were already there. The appetizers were on the tables as was the vodka and each couple had brought a bottle of fine wine. We started with the wine. The guest of honor was an hour late as was her m.o. She loved to make an entrance and this night was no exception. She had model looks, was tall with a killer body. She wore a black neck with a plunging neckline that had to go close to her navel. She and I had the same idea about the look that night, it was definitely a vamp night. By the time she arrived, I was already tipsy from the wine. The food kept flowing, the wine got drunk and we began to drink the vodka, Russian style, downing shots at a time after each toast.
The music started around 9:30 and all of us women loved to dance but only my husband and a few of the men joined in. We changed partners on the dance floor quite a bit and some of the men from other groups would ask us to dance as well. When there weren’t any men to dance, we ladies would dance by ourselves. This got a little risque as we would spread our legs and lift our dresses up a little higher while we straddled each others legs. One of the ladies slipped her arm around me and her hand creeped inside the back of my dress down to my butt. I looked into her eyes and put my arms around her neck and gave her a big kiss. There was hooting and hollering from the audience as I did. We broke our embrace, faced the crowd and gave a big bow.
When the band broke most of us ladies went out for a smoke. The others had brought coats but I only had my shawl. When we got there, there was a guy from the party already smoking. He saw me shivering and offered me his coat which I gladly accepted. Since I was wearing his coat, he and I started talking and before I knew it, the girls had gone back inside and we were the only ones left outside. As I was smoking one last cigarette, he stood behind me and started rubbing my arms and shoulders to keep me warm. As he did, his fingers would brush the sides of my breasts. This wasn’t making me warm, it was sending goose bumps up and down me. I leaned back against him and offered him a puff on my cigarette which he took. When it was done, I turned around, thanked him for the use of his jacket and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He gently grabbed my chin and returned the kiss, only on my lips. His hands found there way inside his jacket, to my sides and around to my back. One hand found the zipper back there and undid it, giving both of his hands room to cup the cheeks of my ass. I could feel his cock growing inside his pants and I loved the moment, but there was a party waiting and I broke our embrace, gave him back his jacket and went back inside.
Inside, I went straight to the restroom to fix my make up. The guest of honor was there and noticed that I was unzipped. She smiled and asked what I had been doing. When I told her, she stood close to me, and slowly moved her hand down my back to my butt. “You mean he did this?” as she played with my butt and let one finger probe my crack, almost to my pussy. I leaned on the sink and said yes, savoring her touch. She laughed, pulled her hand out and zipped me up, slapped me on the butt and went back to the party. I went back to the party found my husband and we started dancing together. He held me tight and explored my bare back with his hand but didn’t go lower like the last two people. It didn’t matter, I was getting very turned on. We took a break from dancing and were sitting and eating and drinking with our friends, when my outside friend came up to me and asked if I would like to dance. I looked at my husband and he nodded his approval so I went back out onto the floor. It was a slow dance and my stranger held me close with his head close to my mind. The dance floor was fairly crowded so we couldn’t be easily seen from our tables and he began whispering in my ear.
“You are the most beautiful, sexy woman here and my short touch of your beautiful rear was like paradise.” I knew it was a bullshit line but I liked it anyway. He pulled me as close as he could and his hand again reached my butt. He kneaded it and stuck his leg between mine. My pussy began rubbing against his upper thigh and I was getting soaked. “Let’s go out for another smoke” he suggested. I knew I should say no but told him “give me a minute and I’ll be out there.” I went back to the table, had another shot of vodka and told my husband I was going to have a smoke. He said OK, asked one of the other ladies to dance and he went his way and I went mine. I stopped at the restroom first and removed my panties and put them in my purse. When I got outside, I didn’t see my freind at first, he was standing in some shadows away from the door. He waved me over and when I got there, took me by the hand and led me to a nook that was completely dark and not visible from the area where the smokers stood. He put his jacket around me like before but this time gently pushed me against the wall and began kissing me gently on my lips. As I responded, his kisses became more forceful and his tongue parted my lips and probed my mouth. His hands began to explore my body, carressing and squeezing my breasts. As I moaned they moved down my sides to my hips. One hand then headed back to my ass as the other went for my pussy. My dress started inching higher and higher until both hands were touching bare flesh.
“You aren’t wearing panties” he said, “Is that normal or did you do that for me?” “I did it for you” I replied. This seemed to excite him as he began to kiss me deeper and with renewed vigor. His hand found its way inside my aching hole and began to move in and out. He went as deep as he could then slowly pulled it out. It went in and out very easily as I was soaked. He then began to gently rub his hands so that they were massaging my clit. “Yessss” I hissed and spread my legs wider to give him better access. As he bent down to begin doing with his tongue what he was doing with his hand and finger, I hear my name called out. We stopped and froze. I heard it again, straightened myself up and snuck out of this little nook, went around the building the other way and approached my friends who were calling me from the other side. They said that my husband was looking for me so I went back inside and found him. When I got inside, I greeted him with a hug around the neck and a kiss on the ear, “I understand you’re looking for me”. “Yes, this is the last dance and I wanted it with you” he replied. We went out to the dance floor lost ourselves in each others’ arms. He felt my butt and realized i didn’t have on any panties. “What’s this? Were you being naughty?” he asked. “Yes, I’ll tell you about it later”.
When the dance ended we all went to our respective rooms. It had to be close to 2 in the morning. Once inside he asked me about my evening adventure. I told him about my stranger and what we did and how horny I was. He smiled, walked over to me and asked “What exactly did he do? Was it this?” as he began to kiss my lips and his hands began to gently massage my breast and nipple. I said “Yes, then he moved his hands lower and pulled up my dress”. My husband sat down on the bed with me standing in front of him and moved both hands to the sides of my legs and slowly moved them up, lifting my dress up until my pussy was exposed to him. “Like this?” he asked. “Yes” I said. “My, my, weren’t you the little tramp tonight.” he went on. I said “Yes, you knew that when you married me.” “Yes, I did and it makes you all the hotter to me” he replied.
He began to kiss my exposed flesh as now my dress was up to my waist. The light in the room was still on and the drapes were only partially closed. “Honey, we need to close the drapes, people can see in.” “Let them, you like showing everyone what a slut you are, we’re leaving the light on and the drapes open”. With that he stood up, unhooked the top of my dress and unzipped the bottom and it fell to the floor. He then pushed me onto the bed and kneeled between my legs and began to lick and kiss and suck on my nether region. He put each leg over one of his shoulders and began to lick and gently suck on my clit. Both of his hands were massaging my breasts and squeezing and flicking each nipple. They were standing up like two tiny erect penises. His tongue altered between flicking fast and lightly over my clit and probing deep inside me cunt. With all the foreplay of the evening, I didn’t last long. I felt the wave coming from deep inside me, shoved my pussy hard against his face, locked my legs tightly around his head, arched my back and began gyrating up and down as I trembled and shook with a huge climax. My moan could be heard throughout the motel as I brought my husband’s face closer to my snatch. I urgently rubbed my pussy up and down on him and held him so closely that I almost suffocated him. Slowly I came down from this tremendous high and he got out from between my legs and walked into the bathroom to wipe his face. I just lay there naked with my legs spread, basking in the glow. I lazily looked at the window and could see a tiny red glow outside. Moving slowly up and down, occasionally getting brighter, someone was standing there smoking, not sure who but it was probably my stranger. My husband came back from the bathroom, undressed, turned out the light and closed the curtains, jumped into bed and we fell asleep in each others arms.
In the morning, as we left, I noticed five spent cigarettes outside our window and what looked like a smudge mark on the window, a little lower than waist high. I should have been creeped out, but I wasn’t. It made me feel sexy. The drive home was filled with me sleeping and reliving the events of the evening before.

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HOOKED ON SEX IN HIGHSCHOOL PART 3

“TAYLOR!” Reality hit me as soon as my flashback had ended. Aaron was calling me out to the front of the school.
I typically made friends with everyone in high school, but my favorite crowd was the mixture of outcasts. The outcasts and the misfits had a sense of humor no other group could match, and this excited me. Since Aaron was new to the school, I introduced him to my many deranged friends. “Aaron, this here is Sam.” They shook hands.
Sam had always wanted to get a piece of ass, but the poor guy was just too dumb and ugly for anyone. They even made a rumor up that the guy fucked a poor innocent dog. I doubt it was true, but when I was younger I sure as hell believed it. I believed anything anyone told me when I was young.
I was a young, stupid, na? little waif of a girl, not to mention I wasn’t all that attractive when I was younger. I was a horny little tween when I was young. The first day I had ever had an orgasm, I was bathing in my grandmother’s new jet bathtub. I wondered why people would masturbate and what the hell an orgasm was, and why it was so “wrong“ to do. I filled up the bathtub, and turned it on. Then I placed my little hairless pussy on the jet, and laid the rest of my body back in the warm water. I couldn’t explain what I felt as the water massaged and played with my clit. For some reason, my hips wanted to rotate, so I let them. I also gradually turned up the jets as I did. Up, down, up, down. I felt uncomfortable as I did this so I leaned forward and got on my knees for doggie style fun with the jets. The water, blasting into my virgin pussy probably had ripped my hymen, but I continued to let it fill me up with every rotation. I eventually backed up onto the jet, filled my virgin womb to the brim, and let the jet massage my clit. I felt a tickle within my pussy build up and up, and finally I felt a surge of electricity flow through my entire body. I gasped and pulled away from it, and said under my breath “Wow… my first orgasm…” All the water had shot out of my pussy, and I saw bits of blood everywhere. I payed it no mind, until about a week later I had my first period, on my twelfth birthday. Every day since my twelfth birthday, I would come home from school, by-pass everyone and pull out my homemade dildo, who I had named Mr. Spanky. I had fashioned him from a ten colored pen. I would put on music that would pick up paces, such as river dance music or metal, and as I played with my pussy I would pick up the pace as the music did, and have myself a hell of a time. This went on for about two more years until I met Mac, my first boyfriend.
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Mac, who had come up with the dreadful story about Sam, Mac, the compulsive liar, Mac, the one who sits behind me in Biology this year, Mac the one who still hates me for breaking up with him freshman year, was the complete opposite of me. I was a peaceful girl, and he was a hardcore metal comedian, and to this day I find both of those aspects in a man extremely attractive. Other than that, NOTHING about Mac was attractive, but when he grew out his hair, I completely forgot about it. I would play with his hair, and kiss him, and tell him he was funny and loveable.
Mac and I met in 8th grade. We had a lot of classes together. I would always be the one to finish assignments, and he would be the complete slacker. Every day I would ask Mac if he had a girlfirend. He would always say yes ( and she was a TOTAL bitch, and still is to this day.) One -day, in Geography class, Mac told me he was single, so that day at lunch, I asked him out to the next Middle School dance. He said yes. Mac wasn’t one for dances, but he went for me. I showed up, looking like an idiot. I didn’t have pretty dresses like the other girls did. I went in a dress I hadn’t worn since I was twelve, in shoes I hadn’t worn in the same amount of time, because my family couldn’t afford anything more. Mac showed up, in a blue corduroy suit, and a pimp hat. I never felt more embarrassed in my life. I didn’t even want to dance that night, and I was really good at dancing. I ended up working in the photo booth taking pictures for the yearbook. As everyone left, I gathered my things, and left with a sadness like no other.
My first date, sucked. My first boyfriend, embarrassment. My first kiss, about to happen.
We walked out, among other nerds who had went stag to the dance. It was raining hard outside, and my mom was waiting at the other end of the school to pick me up. “Thanks for taking me to the dance Mac.” I said with a huff, and started off in a silent run to leave. Mac just stood there with a sad stance, and his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his costume. I stopped mid stride, turned around and gave Mac a kiss on the cheek. Then he gave me a kiss on the lips. My first kiss, in the rain, wasn’t all that bad. Mac walked me the rest of the way. I was cold and soaking wet but my lips burned from the first time I had ever used them on another person. I went home and wrote in my journal about it.
Months went by and Mac and I grew together. He would tell me jokes, and let me borrow his video games, and he would buy me cute presents for the week of Christmas, as I would him. We would take walks in the winter, around my grandmother’s house, which was next to a Lutheran church, which was ALSO next to the school we went to. My birthday was coming up soon, and it was beginning to snow.
The week before my birthday was a bitch indeed. Ordering the things I had wanted, spending all the money I saved, everything was a complete hassle. I had invited every one of my friends, and then some. The night came, and I spent the time waiting at the door. No one had arrived early, no one had arrived on time. The only person who arrived was Mac. I showed him around my house, because he had never been before. I showed him my room, which since I was twelve had been switched from a room across my mother’s, to the den on the other side of the house. My room was extremely large. It could fit just about everything in it. Rarely was it clean, but it was clean today. I led him into my room, and sat him down on my red futon and we started to watch some Family Guy. Mac and I weren’t very good at kissing, but we started to do it anyway. It didn’t take Mac long to become aroused, and I was curious about what a penis looked like up close. “Hey Mac, remember how we were talking about sexual things over the phone?” I asked him. “Yeah… I don’t know if it’s such a good idea…” he said. I told him how much I would love it if he showed me his penis, and I would show him my pussy in return. I had shaved it, because I was positive something like this was in my alley to happen tonight. He unzipped his pants, and out flopped this MONSTER cock, hidden within his pants. His 9 inch, 15 year old cock was absolutely gorgeous and I took quite a lot of time studying it. It pulsed, and had a ridge going underneath it. “Can I touch it?” I asked. “Sure, can I touch yours?” I nodded my head, and I began to fondle the wonder in front of me. Mac pulled down my shorts a bit to discover the pink juicy pussy before him. I began stroking his cock, because I knew the look on his face meant he was loving me just touching it. I took his cock into my 14 year old grip, and started to jerk away. I didn’t think much of lubing up my hands at that age, but Mac advised me to do so. I took a lovely bit of spit into my hands and used them to pleasure him. He had begun fingering my wet little slit, and I was loving every minute of it. “It kinda hurts…” I told him. I was so tight, one of his large fingers could barely fit within me. He went slower, and started to curl his finger upwards instead. That was the first time I had ever felt my g spot being hit. Mac continued as I sat on his hand, and I started to give him a blowjob. From the very first, I knew to keep my teeth out of the way, and that suction and tongue movements were very important for male pleasure. I didn’t know how to deep throat yet, but a couple weeks later I would watch a video to find out how. He was whispering my name, and as he did, all of his cum rushed into my mouth. I didn’t think it very tasty, but I thought it rude to spit it out, so I swallowed it. We weren’t very loud, but both of us had an orgasm. Mac could barely stand, and neither could I. We decided to lay down for a bit, and watch more TV until his mom came to pick him up. It was the best birthday I ever had. I went back to middle school that day proud of what I had done, that my girlfriends wouldn’t experience until sophomore year. I had a huge grin on my face all the time, and I was glad none of my friends showed up, otherwise I wouldn’t have had as much fun at my party as my deviant little self had wanted to.
The months raged on, in quiet solitude of orgasmic bliss, and the times with Mac were fun and memorable, but when it came to high school… I started to wonder about what was waiting for me beyond the pants of other young men, waiting to be ravished for the first time…

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The Unexpected [Ch. 3] – Family.

This is the third installment of “The Unexpected” series. In this chapter, things between Billy and Kat change and it shifts towards family fun.
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The Youth Pastor Chapter 2

Chapter 2
Saturday came faster than I thought it would. As my mom drove me down the gravel road she asked me if it was appropriate that I should be spending 5 hours alone with a man. I told her it would be fine and not to worry because we would be at the tack shop most of the time. So I arrived at Mr. Monroe’s house and knocked on the door. He answered and asked what we should do first. I told him that we should go to my favorite tack shop called The Big Red Barn. We went and bought some buckets, halters, lead ropes, cross ties, rubber floor mats, saddle racks, bridle hangers, and a new hose. When we arrived at the house we still had 3 ½ hours left so we screwed a few folding saddle racks into the wall, laid down the rubber floor mats, hung the cross ties, and set the buckets in place. Then we went back into the house. As he went in the bathroom (probably to wank off or something) I did some snooping. It was funny how Mrs. Monroe would walk around like she was so holy when she was at church, but as soon as I opened her drawers there was dirty lingerie. I searched deeper into the drawers and found handcuffs, a vibrating strap-on dildo, and some lube.
When Mr. Monroe got out of the bathroom, I blindfolded him and handcuffed him to the bed. He asked me where I found them and I told them that they were in his wife’s drawer. I left the blindfold on him while I put on the strap-on and lubed it up. I pressed it to his ass hole and he asked me what I was doing. I just ignored him. While I began to slowly fuck him in the ass, he started to moan.
“Yeah, you like that you like that you little man hoe. Don’t you.” I said.
After about 20 minutes of that I stopped and took off his blind fold and one handcuff. Then I started sucking his cock. Little did I know that he had taken his camcorder out and began to film me. I worked the head in my mouth and then worked my way down his shaft. Only taking it out of my mouth to lick it down all sides. He took his free hand and began pushing he head down on his dick. I had gotten my courage up to try to deep throat it. I choked and almost puked but, I did it. Finally I felt his cock get tense. His moans grew louder and before I knew it he was spewing his nice warm cum. I swallowed every bit of it. Then I decided that I didn’t just want to rock his world when I fucked him, I wanted to rock his cock too. I placed his dick between his legs and lowered myself onto it. As I rocked back and forth I started to moan. Before long I began bucking my hips and came. “OH GOD! OH MY FUCKING GOD! THAT FEELS SO GOOD! OHHH YEAAAASSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!” I orgasmed over and over again up until Mr. Monroe finally got off himself. I sat on his face and commanded him to eat my pussy. I came twice more, took off the other handcuff, and collapsed next to him. I awoke just in time to get dressed and have lunch before my mom got there. We finished our pizza just in time. My mom knocked on the front door and asked to see what we had done to the barn. We showed her what we bought and what we put up. She asked why it had taken so long to get all that done. Mr. Monroe told her that we had to go to Lowe’s three counties away for some special screws and then we had time to watch a movie. So she thanked Mr. Monroe and we left.
On the ride home my mom asked me what happened while I was there. I told her the same story as Mr. Monroe had and it wasn’t brought up again. The next day in school was long and Mr. Monroe’s daughter, Kaite, kept on asking me why her dad wanted me to help him at the tack shop instead of her. Although, I knew why. I just kept telling her it was because I ride and know what horses need and that she needed to practice for the swim team.
CHAPTER 3
The next Saturday rolled around and it was Mr. Monroe’s birthday. Mr. Monroe and I were supposed to work on the hay loft and pasture fencing. First we went to Lowe’s and got some super heavy duty rope, 70 feet long and 1 inch thick. Then we had to get some 4x4x6 and 20,000 feet of electric tape and rope fencing and drove back to the house. He had already dug the holes for the wood so all we had to do was put the wood in and pour the concrete. I decided since it was his birthday his fuck would have to be extra special. So after putting in the wood and concrete we put up the lowest of the tree rings of fence and went into the house. Mr. Monroe had expected 4 hours that day. And so I told him to get naked and lay on the couch. He did as told while I went to go put on one of Mrs. Monroe’s older sexy negligées. I came back out and thought that it was his birthday and he should have some fun. I started with a hand job, then I started sucking him off. Just as he was about to cum…
“SURPRISE!!!!”
Mrs. Monroe walked in along with everyone from the church, including my teacher, my mom, and my best friend who just happened to be his daughter. And what a surprise it was.
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Uncle gives me a surprise

So here is another story involving me and my uncle. For those of you who have not read any of my previous stories, I’ll fill you in.
When I was younger I went to stay with my uncle. He was single and had an extra room. I hadn’t really known him growing up but everyone thought that it would be good for me. I was a rebellious teenager and I guess that they figured he would be able to relate with me. Turns out we related in a lot of ways. As it turned out, we related for about a year.
Uncle was older than me naturally, but only by about twelve years. He had never been married but I quickly found out that there were a lot of women that would have loved to be me. He was a big guy. Probably about 6’2” and 220lbs.He had long black hair that I loved. His work as a roofer kept him in great shape but he was also busy a lot.
At the time he lived on the reservation. If anyone is familiar with an indian reservation, you would know that there’s not a lot to do and it gets a little old seeing the same faces everyday. That’s why when people who didn’t know that we were related, began to gossip. Eventually I got to know just about everyone and it all died down after they realized he was my uncle. Little did they know that behind closed doors, I was fucking him on a regular basis.
It was great. Uncle knew that I was a horny girl and never seemed to mind when I messed around with boys my own age. In fact, he encouraged me. I was a bit of a little slut, I have to admit. It just seemed like ever since I discovered sex, I wanted to try more and more things.
Me and uncle would talk alot. There was nothing hidden between us. Most nights when he would get home from work, we would sit for an hour or two and tell each other what was going on. It was during one of these conversations that I told him about something that I had been wanting to try for a long time. A gang bang.
I had been home alone one day when I got into some of his dirty movies and one of them happened to be a gang bang video. The sight of multiple guys with their hands all over her at once and different cocks to choose from at any given moment made me extremely wet. I guess that part of it was the excitement of never having done it before.
Anyway, when I told uncle about it he looked stunned. “I don’t think that’s something you want to jump into just now,” he said. “That’s a bad way to ruin your reputation at such a young age.”
“But what if it was with some guys that were not even from here,” I pleaded. “Of course you would be included,” I said smiling at him.
“You know that I don’t say no to you often, but in this instance I have to say absolutely not! Slow down”, he said cautiously. “There’s plenty of time for all of that.”
“I know”, I said as I pouted. “I just thought it would be fun. Don’t you?” I leaned close to him and let my hand slide down the front of his pants. I could feel that all of this talk had made him hard. “You wouldn’t like to see your little niece getting fucked by all those big dicks?” I whispered and giggled as I started to work on his cock.
If I knew anything yet, it was how to use my mouth to get what I wanted. “Maybe we’ll see what I can work out” he said as I took him down my throat. “Just think about it O.K.?” I asked as I started to suck harder.
After that day we hadn’t discussed it anymore. To tell you the truth, it had kind of left my mind. At that age we’re all full of ideas and dreams that never seem to come about.
I guess it had been a couple of weeks that went by when one day, out of no where, uncle came home from work early. It had been raining the last few days and I just figured that was the reason. The only thing strange was that there was a bag laying on my bed. As I went through it I found two or three different little sexy outfits. Uncle always liked to have me dress up. Sometimes like a school girl or a nurse or different things so I just figured it was normal..
Uncle had been in the shower and when he got out he asked if I was ready. “Ready for what?” I asked. “Don’t worry about it” he said. “Just take a shower and get dressed. I gotta surprise for you.”
“What kind of surprise?” I yelled to him as I struggled to get out of my panties.
“Don’t act like you don’t remember”, he said. “I told you I would see what I could do.”
Just as he said it, I remembered. My heart started to flutter and get excited. A million things rushed through my mind. Where? With who? How many? I immediately started fantasizing as the hot water rushed over my tiny body.
Right about then, I heard him on the other side of the curtain. “Now don’t go getting all excited”, he said. “It’s just a couple of old friends of mine.”
“Do I know them?” I asked. “You’re about to” he said laughing. Maybe it was the steam and the heat in the bathroom but I could smell the liquor in the air. He only drank every now and then but when he did, he was always fun.
As I showered a million things ran through my mind. I made sure to shave my pussy. I had been with a lot of older men and it seemed that was the one thing that they all loved, my little bald pussy. My hair I usually kept long but I had decided to wear it up in a ponytail. As I went in my room to dress I noticed that uncle had already laid out a set of clothes for me; a tiny pair of red leather shorts with a black garter belt and stockings. Laying next to it was a matching red leather bra and long black gloves. It was almost the exact outfit that the girl in the video was wearing.
I had long black hair and decided that I would leave it down for them. I never wore much make-up but tonight I decided that I would wear some matching red lipstick. I took my time as I checked my self in the mirror making sure that I looked as good as possible.
By now I heard them all in the living room drinking and laughing. I had butterflies in my stomach and almost jumped out of my skin as uncle knocked on my door. “Come on out honey” he said loud enough for them to hear.
As I walked out a warm rush ran through my pussy. I couldn’t believe that I was about to do this. The two of them sat on the couch smiling at me as uncle walked me out to meet them.
“So…” the first one said. “Your uncle says you wanna play with all of us.”
“Maybe” I blushed. “Why don’t you come over here and let me see what you look like honey” he said. He was someone I recognized. I had felt his eyes on me before around town. And it wasn’t that I hadn’t looked at him either. He was about uncles age and maybe a little smaller. He had short black hair and I remembered that he always rode a motorcycle.
He ran his hand between my thighs as I felt uncle behind me rubbing my shoulders. My pussy was getting wet and I watched intently as the third one got up from his chair. He was especially cute and I knew that he had worked for my uncle before. From what I knew of him, he was always kind of quiet. He had huge arms and a big chest. As he got up he took his t-shirt off and walked towards us. My heart started to race as the thought of all of their cocks in me ran through my mind.
I laid my hands on the one with no shirt’s chest as he approached me. We kissed and I closed my eyes, feeling his hard body under my hands. The one in front of me began to kiss my stomach and I could feel uncle behind me smoothing his hands over my little cheeks.
I kneeled down slowly as I leaned forward to kiss the one on the chair. As we kissed I reached over and started to undo the shirtless ones pants. Soon they both had the front of their pants down. The very thing that I had been fantasizing about was now in front of me. The one with the motorcycle had a nice sized cock with a big mushroom head on it. I stroked on it slowly, watching the head of it as I pulled the foreskin away. “That’s it” he whispered.
The shirtless one was huge. Probably the biggest dick I had seen up to that point. I wondered if I would be able to fit him inside of me. It scared me and excited me at the same time. As I stroked on the motorcycle man, I started to take the shirtless one in my mouth. As I sucked slowly, I could feel him growing even larger in my mouth. Soon my tiny mouth was stretched as far as it could go. His huge rough hand lay under my jaw, guiding me back and forth on his rod slowly. He moaned as I took him out of my mouth and started to work the other ones giant mushroom.
“Oh yeah”, he said as I wrapped my lips around it. “She’s a good little slut. You like sucking dicks you little whore?” he taunted quietly as I worked him. “Mmm Hmm”, I moaned with my mouth full. I could already taste his salty pre-cum on my tongue and all of it was making my pussy more wet.
“I told you she was” uncle said as he rubbed his own big dick on my cheek. Soon I was switching back and forth between the three of them sucking and jacking them off in sequence. My pussy was soaked and I didn’t want it to ever end. As I sucked harder the motorcycle man got more aggressive.
He held my face hard between his hands and thrust harder into the back of my throat. I gagged and choked as he held me on it. “Suck it you little whore” he hissed as I gagged on his meat. “I’m gonna tear your little pussy up tonight “ he said as the suck juices ran down my chin. Eventually he tore my face from his cock. I gasped for air as I jerked hard on the other two. “Hold your tongue out” he ordered as he slapped his heavy dick on me.
By now I was wanting to get fucked so bad. I sucked hard on uncle as the other two ran their hands all over me. As I pulled out for air I screamed, “somebody fuck my pussy, please.” Before I knew it I was being picked up from behind and lifted upside down. The shirtless one’s cock lay upside down in front of me as I felt his warm tongue begin to lap my little bald slit. Even though I was tiny, his hands held me strong. As uncle held my hair I sucked hard on the huge cock. His tongue twisted and wiggled in my tight little asshole as I squealed. Soon he was laying me gently down on all fours on the couch.
Motorcycle man sat on one arm and pulled my face onto his dick once more. “Yea’, suck it good whore!” he said as he gripped my ponytail hard. “Turn around” he said as he pulled my hips toward him. “I wanna taste that little pussy.” He licked hard on my clit and I let out a loud moan. Soon I could feel his hot tongue in my asshole. I immediately started to suck on uncles big dick, licking on the underside of his balls as I wiggled on the others tongue.
I started to go back and forth on uncle and the shirtless one’s cocks when I felt the first ones big finger slide into my pussy. “Yea, that’s it. Take it like a good little slut.” I sucked harder and squeezed his big finger tight in my pussy. “Yes” I moaned in between cocks. “I’m your little whore”.
All of the rough talk was making me hotter and hotter. I could feel my little pussy burning with each wiggle of his finger. I just wanted to be man handled by their big dicks as soon as possible. Right about then he started to lick my asshole as he thrust his fingers back and forth in my cooze. “Oh shit!” I yelled. “I need your dick in me!…Please!” I begged. “Oh yeah?” he snarled. “You sure a little bitty whore like you can handle this?” as he slid it down the crack of my ass. “Please….now” I begged.
Right then I felt the huge mushroom push it’s way into me deep. He buried it hard, tearing into my little bald hole like an animal. A hot wave rushed over me and I could feel myself cumming. I pulled the shirtless one’s big dick out of my mouth and let out a loud shriek. “Oh fuck!….fuck….fuck….fuck…” I screamed. He pounded into me hard with each thrust as I felt his pubic hair rubbing on my ass. His hands gripped me tight around the waist and for the first time I wondered if he might hurt me. But the fright quickly turned to even more excitement as the other two started to eg him on. “Yea, fuck that little pussy” I heard them saying as they pulled at my hair. “Make her re-think fucking us again” they sneered. All of it was better than I could have imagined.
As the motorcycle man stroked hard into my pussy, I was busy trying not to choke on the shirtless one’s cock. His shaved balls were huge as I tried to lap at them with my tongue. The smell of his sweaty sack all over my face was turning me on. I reached up gently and guided his hand back to my ass. He must have known what I wanted because he licked his finger and slid it into my tight little shit hole right away. “MmmmHmmmm” I moaned as he explored my asshole with his middle finger. In between sucking I did my best to keep uncle hard. I think he was just enjoying watching me as he stroked my back and watched his little niece get fucked.
Soon motorcycle man was beginning to grunt and moan and I could feel his dick swelling in my pussy. “Yea baby” I cooed. “Give me that cum. Shoot that big fucking load on my little ass cheeks daddy!” “Yeah whore….you like that?’ he hissed. He started to pump harder and faster as I got louder and louder. ”Oh yea, give it to me!” I yelled as he pushed one last time and exploded in me. His hot semen filled me up and I could feel his slimy meat twitching in my little whole. “OH! Fuck!” he moaned as I turned to see his big wet dick pull out of me. He jerked some remaining drops of cum on my ass and slapped my cheeks hard. My pussy was throbbing as I looked up at the shirtless one and whispered, “You ready for some?”
As he positioned himself behind me I started to get nervous. His cock was huge and I was afraid of getting hurt. The whole time that I was getting fucked, this was the dick that I was anticipating. He was cut and I could feel the veins bulging in my mouth as I was sucking on him. I had sucked a lot of dicks and this one was the heaviest I had ever had in my hand or mouth.
He took his time behind me, rubbing his big rough hands down the length of my back as I started to work uncles tool. He laid his hot meat in the crack of my ass and slid it gently to the entrance of my pussy. Rubbing it gently up and down, he worked my little slit into wet little gash quickly. By now uncle was pulling my face into him faster and I could feel his balls swelling in my hand.
The big dick broke into my tiny hole with a long slow stroke; burning deep as it went. I let out a scream as it kept going. “Ohhhh………..” I could feel it sliding inside of me like a snake. After what seemed like forever, he stopped for a second, letting it lay inside of me pulsating and filling me completely. He started to stroke in and out slowly. It felt as if my little whole was going to tear and explode in cum at the same time. The feeling was great. I had never had such a big dick in me before and I was in love with it. As he started to fuck me harder I started to gasp for air. My head was getting dizzier as I felt him in my stomach with each push. “Oh shit!..” I moaned. “Fuck me with that big dick” I screamed as he squeezed hard on my nipples. By now I was cumming with what felt like each thrust. He pumped harder and harder as I cried. They were right. I was getting tore up and I loved it. “Oh yea! Fuck your little whore!” I screamed as uncle jacked off in front of me. I could feel his grip on my waist tighten and my toes curling as I started to cum some more. Motorcycle man’s juices were squeezing out the sides of my lips as the big dick did it’s work. Soon I felt his thumb tear into my little asshole again as he worked my pussy over. Soon my face was getting slammed into uncles cock as he pounded me hard. My tiny frame was too small and my knees started to come off the couch with each powerful thrust. I could feel the tears running down my cheeks as my swollen pussy was getting nailed. He fucked me long and steady, pulling hard on my ponytail. “Oh God” I cried. “Cum for me baby….please!”
Soon motorcycle man was back with his cock in front of me coaxing him on. “Work that pussy” he kept saying. As I started to suck on his big mushroom again, I could feel him getting hard. I pulled him out and jacked hard on it as I stuffed uncle back inside my mouth. The thought of three hard dicks fucking me again was too much. Despite the workout my pussy was getting, I loved it. “Oh” I moaned. “I need all your cocks in my little slut pussy!” Right then motorcylcle man and the shirtless one traded off. As he slid his mushroom into my cunt I climbed on top over the shirtless one. I laid my head on his big strong chest and lowered my hand on to his wet cock. I started to jack him off when I felt the other ones cock ripping into my ass. I let out a scream and felt his hands stinging my ass cheeks hard. “Oh yea! That’s what I’m talking about!” he bragged as he started to fuck me hard in the ass. As I gasped and tried to lower myself onto the other ones huge dick I started to get dizzy. Soon they were both buried in me and I could feel them pushing at my stomach. I squeezed tight on his chest as my pussy twitched and convulsed, cumming again. “Oh fuck” I yelled as the room got dimmer.
By now uncle was stroking hard in front of me and positioning my face to take his load. As he grabbed hard at the back of my head I opened my mouth wide. His hot semen shot into my eye and started to plaster my face. As it dripped from my face I sucked hard on the end of his big twitching cock, trying to milk every last drop. He stroked the side of my face gently as the salty cum mixed with my tears. “Are you having fun?” he asked. I just smiled up at him with cum all over my face and licked my lips. I guess that turned on the motorcycle man because at that point he made me turn to look at him. “You like that you little slut?” he said. “Daddy’s about to unload in this pretty little ass.”
“Oh yea, here it comes” he said as he watched his big dick sliding in and out of my ass. Soon I felt that swelling that a dick does before it explodes. His hot juice pumped into my asshole and down my thighs. He leaned his head back and let out a loud groan as his dick slid up and against the other ones, coating his balls in his semen. As I looked between my legs I could see him rubbing his cock up against the other mans dick while he continued to fuck my pussy.
By now the shirtless one pulled me tight and started to moan. I felt another gush of warm juice filling me as he squeezed me tight and exploded in me for what seemed like an hour. “Oh fuck” he cried out as I watched the two dicks sliding in each other’s cum and squirming between my thighs.
We all lay still for a minute, exhausted. I could hardly breathe or walk as I climbed off of them and headed for my room. I had gotton what I wanted and I loved it. It never happened again but not for lack of want. People just seem to come and go but I’ve never forgotton it and it makes me wet to this day.

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“OOOOh, daddy!”

This is the story of what happened, after our family picnic at Pymatuning Lake. Being the last to leave, after cleaning up. Severe thunderstorms on our way home force me and my dad, to pull over and stay at a motel.