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Dave sat quietly at the table, trying not to look up. Next to him, his girlfriend, Joan, was mercilessly massaging his crotch as she carried on a long conversation with her mother. Dave’s rather large tool was now at full attention, but that was not the part that bothered him.
To Dave’s left at the table was Joan’s younger sister, Renee. Dave was sure he could feel Renee’s foot sliding up and down his calf. He couldn’t look at her to make sure. She had said nothing since he arrived with Joan for Christmas Eve dinner. This was his first visit to the Jennings’ home, and he was extremely nervous.
He had been dating Joan for a few months at NYU and their relationship was little more than that of “fuck-buddies”. But when he had told her that he wouldn’t be able to make it home for the holidays, she insisted that he come to Connecticut with her.
When he first arrived, Dave had noticed the striking resemblance between the Jennings women. All three were fairly tall, about 5′9″, very slim with nearly white blonde hair and fantastic legs.
Dave shifted slightly as Joan grabbed his dick hard. She enjoyed these little games and hoped he would fuck up somehow. Joan relaxed her attacks momentarily, placing her hand on his knee.
Suddenly, Dave felt a hand on his other leg. Without changing her expression in the least, Renee was dragging her fingernails along his thigh. Dave began to squirm and Joan took this as a cue to begin fondling him again. He sat paralyzed as the two sisters’ hands inched towards his crotch.
Since he dressed left, it was Renee’s hand which won the race to his manhood. Her fingernails moving along the outline of his shaft before she gripped the now rigid tool through his khakis. Dave sat up with a start, causing Joan to remove her hand from his leg. Yet Renee continued to coolly massage Dave’s turgid member without hesitation.
“Is there something the matter, David?” the girls’ mother questioned.
“He’s just a little jumpy,” Joan giggled. David was still amazed how at 22, Joan still behaved like a 12 year old 90% of the time. His mind, however, was quickly brought to the events at the table as Renee pinched his cockhead hard.
“Joan, we really should get going if we’re going to get to the mall,” Mrs. Jennings announced, standing up from the table. She shot an icy glare at Dave, who merely shifted uneasily in his chair until Renee released him.
“Will you be okay without me, baby?” Joan asked, rubbing against him, pressing her stomach into his crotch.
“I think I’ll be fine,” he responded, walking her to the door. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Renee standing in the kitchen archway, hands clasped behind her back. Dave noticed that her expression never changed as she stood there, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
“Don’t worry about her,” Joan insisted, kissing him on the ear. “She’s harmless. She’s been this way since Daddy left. She’ll probably lock herself in her room until we get back.”
As the red tail lights disappeared down the road, Dave turn to face Renee once again. She now stood at the base of the main stairs, hand on the banister. For the first time that evening, Dave felt he could look at her without fear of being caught. At 18, Renee was ever bit the physical specimen as Joan or Mrs. Jennings, for that matter. She wore a long black dress, slit on either side a few inches above the knee. The dress accentuated her young, firm curves very nicely while remaining far more modest than the skin tight, low-cut outfit Joan had worn to dinner. Renee’s long blonde hair jutted out from the back of her head in a severe ponytail, accentuating her somewhat elfin features.
She placed her foot on the second stair, the slit in the dress climbing up her leg momentarily, revealing her smooth muscular thigh for an instant before she turned and began walking up the steps. Renee stopped halfway, her head barely turning to the side. As David watched, her lips parted momentarily and a thin, bewitching smile spread across her face.
Dave’s heart began to pound as he stood at the bottom of the stairs, watching Renee disappear into the darkness of the second floor. He placed his foot on the steps. This is the point of no return, he thought.
Was she simply teasing him? Dave felt his manhood stiffen and rub against his leg as he climbed the stairs. Reaching the top, he saw Renee, sitting on the edge of her bed, knees inward yet slightly apart, leaving both of her legs exposed to the middle of her thighs. She slowly removed her hair from her ponytail, and Dave watched as the long, golden locks cascaded down over her shoulders.
His breathing was growing harder, and he could feel his manhood leading him closer. Renee looked up at him, her eyes soft and inviting as she ran her hand along his thigh and over his bulge. Dave shuddered softly at the touch. As he watched she deftly undid his belt and unzipped his pants, sliding her hand inside his boxers until her cool fingers met his warm, hard cock. He let out a soft groan and Renee smiled, sliding his pants down to his knees with her other hand.
Soon she had him exposed, his long thick tool resting in her hand. She inspected it as if it were a rare specimen of some sort, pulling her hand along the length, feeling his veins pulse against her palm. Renee weighed him in her hand, and tightened her grip slightly, causing a large drop of pre-cum to ooze from his tip. As Dave held his breath, Renee leaned over and wrapped her tongue around his full smooth head and sampled his juice. She purred like a contented kitten as she kissed his cock, allowing her lips to engulf his head ever so slowly. Dave felt as if he were going to burst as she slowly took him deeper and deeper into her mouth, deeper than Joan had ever taken him, until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. His nine and a half inches firmly planted in her throat.
Dave moaned in ecstasy as Renee flicked her tongue against the underbelly of his shaft, slowly drawing it out of her mouth. Renee leaned back against the bed, lifting her skirt above her waist, exposing her wet shaved pussy to Dave’s hungry eyes. He knew what she wanted. In a flash, Dave was on his knees, licking her womanhood up and down. Renee brought her legs over his shoulders and began pressing her hips against his face. He focused his attention on her clitoris, nibbling and sucking until she violently grabbed at his head. Her breathing became more ragged and suddenly a high-pitched sigh escaped her lips. Her orgasm rose, her thighs clenching around his face as Dave sampled the juices now flowing freely from her.
As her orgasm subsided, Renee sat on her knees on the bed, slowly pulling her dress over her head. To Dave’s surprise, she wore nothing beneath it. Her breasts stood up proudly from her chest, needing no support whatsoever. Renee lowered herself onto her hands and he promptly mounted her, thrusting his manhood into her waiting pussy without hesitation. She groaned as he entered into her sex, feeling his giant rod stretch her to the limits.
Soon they were fucking like animals, digging nails into flesh. No words were spoken, only grunts and groans communicating their mutual desire. Dave slammed into her furiously, driving his engorged manhood deeper with every thrust. He felt her beginning to tighten up as another orgasm approached. Reaching around, he grabbed ahold of her nipples and twisted them. A pleasure-filled scream filled the room as Renee thrashed on the bed, submitting to the orgasm with every part of her being.
Dave’s cock began to swell and Renee, sensing it, turned herself over, spreading her legs to allow him to continue pounding her. Dave felt the cum building in his balls, aching to escape. Renee’s mouth opened in a wide ‘o’ as he began to grunt louder and louder. Finally, he pulled himself from her and shot his load across her taut stomach. He moaned and sighed as he covered her torso with his seed. Renee simply smiled. Reaching down with her finger, she scooped up his cum and brought it to her lips, licking it off with a silent smirk. She proceeded to lick his shaft and fingers clean, not sparing a drop of his juice. When she finished, she simply stood and walked to the bathroom, not saying a word, leaving Dave with only the sight of her firm, apple-ass as she closed the door.
Half an hour later, Dave sat in the living room watching television as Joan and her mother pulled into the driveway. Renee was still upstairs, and he was getting nervous. She hadn’t said a word to him. What was she going to do?
As the two women entered through the garage, Dave offered to help carrying the packages, but was swiftly rebuffed. “I don’t want you seeing what I bought for you!” Joan giggled.
“Did you find everything to your satisfaction while we were gone, David?” Mrs. Jennings asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes, just fine…” Dave stammered as he noticed Renee coming down the stairs dressed in an over-sized grey sweatshirt and jeans.
“You didn’t scare him, did you Renee?” Joan asked her younger sister.
Renee shook her head, “No, we had a pretty good time,” she said, smiling. “He practically filled me with the holiday spirit!”

I must tell you that growing up, having a birthday around Christmas, I was often neglected as far as birthdays go. I usually received one or two presents for my birthday and the rest for Christmas. This was my typical thing, not really celebrating birthdays until I turned 35 and met my wonderful black lover. I had always been curious about being with a black man and finally took the plunge and did so.
I should tell you that meeting him changed my life. My marriage was dull and I was tired of the same old boring sex. My husband had become a dud, basically, never really changing the mode of sex, although the positions did change occasionally.
So I started going online and chatting with men from all over the world, cybering and getting off on this new thrill. Lou was different. We chatted a lot, cybered and even talked on the phone a lot. It took me about 6 months or so to finally agree to meet him. We met for lunch and then went to the hotel. I must say that from 2 p.m. that Saturday afternoon until 7 a.m. the following morning, we were basically like rabbits in heat. We must have fucked in every way possible, only taking a few breaks for bathroom and dinner. He was powerful but never hurt me. It was more a verbal thing, the total control he had on me just by his words. We parted on Sunday knowing that we would have to be together again.
We returned to our mundane lives but still chatted and talked on the phone quite regularly. We decided to make it an annual fling, to celebrate my birthday every year. So we met for my 36th, 37th, 38th and 39th. This year being my 40th it was a big deal for me, so my black lover planned a special present for me. He wouldn’t tell me what it was but he was going to make sure I turned 40 with all the bells.
The weekend of my birthday, we met at our usual hotel. When I arrived to the hotel room, he greeted me with a bouquet of balloons and kisses all down my neck all the time undressing me as I entered the room. He couldn’t get enough of me, showering me with his tongue and mouth all over my voluptious busom. While I was trying to get further into the room, my eye caught a shadow and I froze. There was another person sitting in the corner of the room and I wasn’t sure how to take this. Was this my surprise or was he just messing with my mind?
Lou finally got me undressed and had me sitting on the bed - ready to take his hard cock in my mouth. He told me I was going to take him this year as it was my birthday and I needed to suck on his cock. While sucking on his wonderful, thick member, the other person got up and moved towards the bed and really startled me when he started going down on me. At the same time, Lou was telling me to suck his cock and to take it all and was holding my head on his swollen meat, pumping in and out of my mouth, the other man was eating me like I’d never been eaten before. The sensations I was getting from his mouth were putting me over the edge. Then Lou told me he was about to cum and I was going to swallow his cum. The tonguing I was getting made me cum and cum and cum like never before.
I was spent but wanted more. So after the simultaneous climax Lou and I had together, he made me get up on my knees and take this stranger from behind. The stranger pumped in me rather quickly, filling me up with his meat. Finally, he could take it no more, and he pulled out and shot his load all over my ass.
After resting a while, Lou commanded me to mount him, so I did. Once we had our rhythm going, the stranger got behind and oh my, what a nice surprise for me - being taken anally, which was something new to me. This wonderful thing, being filled by two black cocks at the same time, lasted quite a while. I finally had to pull away from my lover and the stranger, too exhausted to continue but completely satiated.
After resting a while, Lou leaned over and started showering me with his kisses and tongue, all down my neck and breasts, kissing and licking and sucking. He finally brought his face to mine and kissed me deeply. He broke the kiss and asked how I enjoyed my birthday present. All I could do was hug him and kiss him back and mold my body to his, taking his swelling member in my truly satisfied pussy. We were like that the whole weekend, the three of us, coupling many times over. I must say turning 40 was the best birthday I’d ever had.

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Seeing my mother talk with the rude blonde lady, she actually smiles at me as I approach. “This nice lady said you’d be interested in babysitting for her as she lives in the same area as us. I offered to take the card but since you’re here you can take it. That’s so nice of you!” My mom says to her totally surprising me, thinking to myself fat chance meanie, she hands me the card as we’re told to board the shuttle. Quickly taking it with a fake smile and an awkward nod I slip it into my pocket, I mumble some words of thanks. We board and make our way through to the back as all the seats have already been filled by anxious travelers. Seeing a few empty seats on our left or right, I opt to go towards the left seeing her choose the other side. Slumping into the furthest seat, directly across from her was just coincidence, I place the heavy burden next to me on the floor with a loud thud.
My mom nudges me in the ribs playfully “Why don’t you go talk to her? She’s nice offering you a job like this! She looks nice and her son seems well behaved” she says to me with a smile.
Seeing her clad in dark stockings with dark leather knee high boots and a light grey skirt with a light grey form-fitting sweater, usual snob attire I think to myself trying come up of how to slip out of it somehow. “Mom, I’m dead tired. You heard her, I’ll call her but I’ll probably be too busy looking for a real job at the local grocery store anyhow. Besides, I got her number…”
Letting go of a sigh with my final statement, finally feeling the shuttle start to move much to my relief I see her let up on the subject much to my relief.
Feeling rather hot, thinking the engine must be at the back of this moving heap; I absent-mindedly take out the napkin and pat my forehead. Hearing my mom say “Fine, suit yourself but don’t come and ask me for money. I’m going to go ask someone where our luggage can be picked up” she said in scorned tone. Nodding my head, I feel the bench shift a little as she gets up and walks away into the crowded bus that’s all huddled near the exit at the front.
The napkin having been folded on it, I open my eyes startled to see the woman on the other side has been discreetly observing me. Thinking to myself what a weirdo, I turn my attention to what’s left of the napkin. Noticing that it’s mostly the edges that have been torn, I open it up noticing some writing inside. Curious to see what it is, I flip it right side up to read and see it’s a phone number and a long sentence. Feeling as if it was suddenly getting even warmer in here, I look around feeling as if I’ve just stolen the crown jewels or something, sensing the warmth between my legs has also shot up I clear my throat lightly. Carefully reading, noticing my legs have clenched together and slightly rubbing themselves together trying to satisfy this sexual hunger of mine on their own volition, I read the words in blue “Next time we’ll play doctor, not dress up” signed ‘Cherryl’ with a blue heart.
Re-reading to make sure my mind or my eyes aren’t playing tricks on me, rubbing my legs together slightly more, feeling my nipples grow once again but I don’t care! Gently taking up the delicate piece up paper up to my nose, taking a deep breath as my mind says it smells of sweat, but my heart yearns to relive that same carnal passion on the plane again and again. That primal lust that was brought out in me can be barely smelled as I inhale in once more deeply. My mom’s laughter halts my reverie; I very carefully fold it in two and placing it gently into my pocket. Pricked by something there, carefully placing whatever is left of the napkin inside my pocket, take out the sharp object. Seeing the elegantly designed card in hand, I examine at how it’s designed, thinking these must of cost a pretty penny. Reading her name as Jennifer Thomas with designer as a title and underneath it a cell phone number, fax and office number with red bouquet in the top left corner. The letters are all in a gold colored except a crude red-penned arrow in the middle pointing to the side of the card. Studying the card, I notice her at the top of my field of vision that she’s discreetly observing me, the tall blonde who handed it to me who’s feigning as if she’s looking outside, thinking it odd I continue on.
Not knowing what this all meant, I cautiously turn the card over. Seeing in bright red ink it’s written “CALL ME YOU SLUT”. My eyes fly open as I’m faced with that word again! Feeling my heart and body heat skyrocket sensing my hungry slit has fully awakened screaming for attention as it starts rapidly to get enflamed with lust once more. Astonished by what I’ve read, the few lines I’ve viewed on this flight have had more effect than all of the romance novels I’ve ever read, feeling my jaw hanging open in disbelief. Passing my wanting eyes over and over the words again to make sure this isn’t a trick they’re playing on me swallowing down a large breath of air as it feels that the air in the bus has suddenly gone desert dry, I shudder as a flurry of goose bumps seem to pass over my very soul. Trying to regain a little moisture in my mouth, I close it hearing the shuttle come to a screeching halt mimicking the swirl of emotions I’ve felt on this flight!
Tilting my head up to think things through, I see this stunning blonde haired nymph gazing straight at me! Swearing I could have seen the tip of her tongue moisten the length of lips, I see her part her long legs as a slight smile forms over her lips making me turn an even brighter shade of red. Unable to do any less, I smile back shyly, holding my view fixed upon hers thinking my skin must of changed four shades of red in the past five seconds. Hearing some people leaving out the front exit, she looks back at me unconcerned with anything else as she keeps her attention fixed on me as a hawk would be fixing it’s sight on it’s prey. Seeing her only smile back, I dare to play her game to see who wins this battle of wills, I part my legs a inch or two wider than her own clearing my throat in defiance loud enough for her to hear.
Noticing her eyebrow raise a notch, the frills of her stockings are starting to show as she slowly slides up her skirt a few inches as I can barely make out the color of her panties being of a dark colored nature. Squeezing my hands tightly upon my thighs, devouring what I can with my gaze running over her every lovely contour, wondering how far this game’s going to go. Raising her eyebrow challengingly she throws it back to me smugly. Being able to see more of her long slender legs brings my attention to the moistness forming between my own legs as what feels like the grand rapids are being brought together, I start to shift around nervously at the idea of getting caught now dances around in my head. Feeling my legs flexing as this tense moment bringing me well past any state of arousal I’ve ever had without being so much as touched, wondering what I can do to top what she’s done. Letting my sight roam freely over her body trying to absorb as much as possible, thinking on how to beat that without taking my pants off that is, suddenly what she said to me in the plane comes storming back in my brain! Gently easing my hand to the hem of my shirt, starting to lift it up seeing her smile as well her eyes grow even larger, my belly button coming into view as I slowly and teasingly go on.
At that precise moment hearing a large bang against the window directly behind me sends me straight up to my feet. Jumping up startled feeling as if I just had a heart attack, my pulse racing from being so scared and from what is happening inside this shuttle, she beams back a huge smile knowing she’s victorious. Feeling as if I was so close to beating her, I grudgingly fix my clothing. Looking outside, my mother has a desperate look on her face as she’s talking with the repulsive bus driver outside who’s ogling her as she discreetly signals me to come outside.
Rushing to get the bag, I see out of the corner of my eye her legs spread wider showing me that she’s clearly wearing dark purple lace panties. With my eyes bulging out my head it seems, I give her an appreciative nod. Taking a moment or three to take in this wonderful sight, I hear my mother say my name almost frantically to hurry up and please join her. Startled back to reality once more today, I grab the bag, smile while giving her a little nod of defeat as I make way to the exit. But before losing sight of her, the woman grins broadly at me gives me a wink while blowing me a kiss whispering “Bye bye babysitter” sending my heart on another roller coaster ride.

As I got out of the car, I sprinted to the house. When I reached the front step and extended my hand to turn the knob, I almost ran right into the door. It was locked. I knocked. I pounded. I stood, legs crossed and half doubled over in pain. If I didn’t get to a bathroom soon, I was going to pee my pants.
I rummaged around inside my purse trying to find my house key. I felt tears forming as the panic set in. I couldn’t find it. I turned it upside down and dumped everything out right there on the front step. It wasn’t anywhere to be found.
I bit my lip as I looked around. No cars were in the neighbors driveways. I looked up and down the street, no cars. No one walking their dog. No kids riding their bicycles. I looked over to the corner of our yard where the big Oak tree was. I couldn’t believe what I was contemplating.
As my bladder overflowed, I felt a small trickle down my leg and knew I didn’t really have a choice. It was either go behind the tree or pee my pants. A little wet spot was one thing, but soaking wet was quite another.
“Ok, here goes,” I thought to myself. I bent over to collect my things and put them back into my backpack. The pressure of bending over caused a little more pee to escape. I clamped my thighs together and began hobbling across the yard. Once I reached the Oak tree, I moved behind it and checked all directions. The coast was clear.
I lifted up my uniform and pulled my panties to the side. I squatted down and with watchful eyes, emptied my exploding bladder on to the grass. I could hear the loud hissing sound as I pissed all over the ground.
A large puddle was forming, and I could feel some splashing up onto my ankles. The relief was so great that I felt lightheaded. I couldn’t believe how bad I had to go and wondered when it was going to stop. I actually started to smile a bit when I realized how long I had been squatting there.
Once the powerful stream subsided and turned to a trickle, I began to shake my bottom back and forth trying to shake off any last drops. I pulled my panties back over and stood up, smoothing out my skirt. I noticed how wet they were from the first two accidents and adding to it, the wetness left from my pissing behind the tree.
I walked across the yard as I thought about what I had just done. At first I felt disgusted by what I had done, but what choice did I have? Pee my pants? As I thought about that, I realized how much I enjoyed the feeling of having wet panties.
“What is wrong with me?” I thought. I could feel my face get warm and my heart began to pound a little.
“What the hell? Why am I getting turned on now?” I asked myself. Suddenly, I remembered that my roommate had said she was working late tonight, which explains why the door was locked.
“Shit. How am I going to get in now?” I wondered. I looked around and decided to try my neighbor, John, across the street. We had given him a key a few months ago in case of emergency.
I quickly walked across the street and knocked on his door. A moment later, he opened the door, smiling. I asked him if he still had our key because I was locked out. He said yes and invited me in while he looked for it. He went into the kitchen and I could hear him rummaging around in one of the drawers.
“Would you like something to drink Emma? Your face is all red, you look like you’ve been outside for hours.”
“Water would be good, thanks!” I answered, wondering why I was still blushing.
When John came in and handed me the glass of water, I noticed he had a big bulge in the front of his pants. He must have seen me looking because he just stood there watching me while I hid behind my glass of water. I didn’t want him to stare at me, so I continued to drink the water so I could hide behind the glass.
“You WERE thirsty! Would you like another?” he asked. I cleared my throat and looked down at the floor. I played with my sock so I didn’t have to make eye contact with him and told him yes, I would like more to drink.
I was so relieved when he walked out of the room, but that didn’t last long. He returned in what seemed like only seconds with another glass of water. He stood directly in front of me as I sat on the couch and drank my water. I could see through the glass that the bulge I thought I had seen was not only there, but was now very prominent.
“Like what you see?” he asked. I almost choked and water came spewing out of my mouth. “Hmmm, that’s the second time in five minutes I’ve seen you squirt water out of your body like that.” My heart pounded in my chest and my head spun. “Oh my God. Did he just say what I think he said? Oh my GOD. Did he see me?” My mind raced with these thoughts and I began to panic. I looked up at him and he was grinning from ear to ear.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” I felt a wave of relief wash over me. It was short lived, however, because John dropped his hand down to the bulge in his pants. My heart started pounding again.
“I won’t tell anyone, IF you do something for me,” he grinned, rubbing his cock through his shorts. I figured he was hinting at a blow job. I was not normally one to shy away from an opportunity like this, but it just seemed strange. He was my neighbor!
Instead, he said “I want to watch you piss, Emma.”
“WHAT?” I croaked out.
“That’s right. I want to watch you squat down and piss for me. And as you piss noisily, I am going to stroke my big fat cock.” While contemplating the situation, my mind wandered to my pee soaked panties and I noticed a new dampness that wasn’t there before. I realized that the thought of pissing in front of someone was making my pussy wet.
“OK. I’ll do it,” I said. He held out his hand and I took it. Instead of leading me into the bathroom, he brought me into his kitchen. He patted the counter and said “Up”. I jumped up and sat on the counter.
“No, no, no. I want you to squat for me. Up on your feet, my little pee girl,” he instructed. I did what I was told and he brought over a martini glass, placing it directly under my pussy.
He stood back and pulled his cock out of his pants. It was purple and dripping wet. I could see how turned on this was making him, so I decided to enjoy it. I pulled up my skirt and pulled my panties down just a bit. I felt my face burn as he saw the wet panties.
He let out a soft groan and began fucking his cock into his hand. I opened up my cunt lips and bit my lip. I began to push and within a few seconds, I was pissing for him. I was squatting on my neighbors counter pissing into a martini glass and he was masturbating his monster cock to the sight of it.
“How did I get here?” I asked myself. Then, I realized that I didn’t care. I actually liked pissing for him. In fact, I LOVED it. I loved that he was watching me urinate. I love that he called me his little pee girl, and I wanted to do it more.
When I noticed that the martini glass was overflowing on to the counter, I stopped short and decided to take the lead with this new game. I hopped off the counter and squatted right there on his kitchen floor. A yellow puddle began to form on the floor. Again, I stopped. His eyes were as big as saucers now as he realized what my plan was.
I walked into the living room and he followed – cock in hand. I squatted down right in the middle of his living room and pissed on his carpet. When I was satisfied, I stood up and walked down the hall. As I walked, I pissed. I left a tinkle trail down his hall and went into the dining room. I pulled out one of the chairs and sat. I leaned back and spread my legs and pussy open. I pushed hard, and this time, a golden arch sprayed out of my pussy. I looked over at him and he was jacking his cock frantically. I could see giant drops of precum flying from his cock. I stood up, looked at my dining room pee stain and realized I was almost empty.
“Any preferences?” I asked him.
He lay down under me and said “Yeah, right here,” and pointed to his cock. I stood over him and spread my pussy open.
“Ready John? Ready for your little pee girl to piss right onto your cock?” I asked him. He didn’t reply, just stared at my pussy and pumped his cock. “One, two…..THREE!” I began pissing all over my neighbors cock. The moment he felt my hot liquid hit his cock, he shot off. Some landed on my leg, some actually reached my pussy and the rest just went up into the air and landed in various spots.
“Now it’s my turn,” he said. I found that the thought of getting pissed on was also tremendously exciting and wanted more than anything to be on the receiving end.
I got on my knees and knelt before him, arching my back. Within just a few seconds I felt his HOT piss splashing all over my tits. He aimed it at my pussy, my stomach, my tits, my legs, and my hair. By the time he was done, I was absolutely soaked.
My clit was pounding and I needed some relief. I brought my hand to my pussy and began rubbing myself.
“Up here” John said and pointed to the dining room table. I got on the table and he instructed me to get on my hands and knees and turn around. I did as I was told and without warning, he began ramming his fingers into my sopping wet pussy hole. I looked down and saw that little droplets of his piss were dripping off my body onto the table. I felt my pussy stretch open as he added two more fingers to his assault.
“You like that, you little piss slut?” he asked. I couldn’t even talk. My head was spinning. I was covered in piss and begging for my cunt to be pounded. I nearly passed out when I came and collapsed when I was finished. When he finally pulled his hand out of my pussy, I felt empty. But, I loved it. I loved the whole experience.
I gathered my things, thanked John for giving me the key and headed back home. I went into the bedroom to start getting cleaned up, but as I walked past the mirror, the reflection caught my attention. My hair was wet and stringy, my eye makeup was smeared and my lipstick had been all but rubbed off. I looked beautiful. I continued to the bathroom and turned the shower on, smiling to myself, as I began replaying the afternoon’s events in my mind.
It’s funny how some days do not end up anything like you had expected them to.

There I was again. I lost count of how many days I had spent sitting out at the park. Of course, I had a reason to, being a member of the Emergency Medical Services Team gave me a great excuse to get out and enjoy the weather. These warm sunny days were the reason why I went into business for myself, so I could enjoy them. The nice thing about coming to the park was the women. Seeing as how I was currently unattached, and the last attachment had left me in no mood or condition for finding another attachment right away, sitting at the park and watching was about the best I was looking at for a while.
Not that I was complaining, being thirty, sex was no longer a driving force in finding what I was looking for. Not that I did not want it, it just had a different level of priority than when I was eighteen.
So here I sat during the afternoon and evening, in a big, white, official looking car. It never failed to get a lot of second looks as people went by. After all, a twelve-year-old former police owned station wagon with a red bar light on the roof was a little odd to see at the park, despite the fact that I spent almost every afternoon during the week out here.
I looked at my watch and noticed that it was almost three-thirty. “Time to get out and look important,” I said to myself. I knew that one of the regulars would be coming by in a few minutes, and she was worth getting a look at.
I grabbed my portable radio and stepped out of the car and moved to lean against the hood of the car. I adjusted my mirrored sunglasses, turned on the portable radio, and leaned back against the hood of the car to wait.
I had been standing there for about five minutes when I saw her coming. She was about five foot nine, toned but not waifish, beautifully tanned, and had brunette hair that fell in dark waves to her mid back. She had that body type that has all the right curves without looking heavy.
Gliding on her rollerblades, she looked like an angel swooping down the trail. I leaned there, watching her approach.
“Afternoon,” I said as she glided by.
“Hey there,” she responded cheerfully as she passed.
I sighed as I watched her move smoothly away from me. What I wouldn’t give for a night with her, I thought to myself as I watched her finely shaped ass receded down the trail. I knew that she would be back in about a half hour, so I grabbed my book from the car, and went back to leaning on the hood, reading.
Each time I heard that definitive whirr that announced an oncoming rollerblader, I glanced up to see if it was her.
Finally, I saw her coming back my way again, and I pretended to be reading as she approached.
I was rather surprised, when she broke the routine of the past few weeks and skated off the paved trail, walking over to where I was leaning against the car.
I set my book down, thinking that she was coming over to ask for a band-aid, like most of the people who approached me.
“Maybe I am a little out there,” she started, “but aren’t you out ehre every day?”
“Yep,” I replied, “Out here watching the people and read for an emergency if it should ever occur.”
“And they actually pay you to do this?” she asked.
“Nope, this is all volunteer. I work it around my work schedule, and having my own business makes that fairly easy.”
“That’s great, by the way, my name is Kathy,” she said.
“Tony,” I responded as we shook hands.
Suddenly feeling bold, I asked her if she wanted to go out this Friday. She surprised me in return by saying yes.
We made our plans, exchanged pone numbers, and then sat on the hood of the car talking.
It seemed like we talked for hours, but it was really only about forty-five minutes when she looked at her watch and groaned in dismay.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“There is no way I can make it back to the parking lot in time to get to work,” she said.
“No problem,” I told her, “Hop in the car, I will give you a ride up there, after all, it is kind of my fault that you are late.”
I grinned as she accepted and hopped in the passenger side of the car.
After dropping her off at her car, I returned to my usual parking spot along the trail, and made the mistake of thinking about what had just happened.
I spent the next three days worrying about what would happen Friday evening. Kathy was a nurse working the second shift at a local hospital, but had this weekend off.
We had been talking on the phone for hours at a time each day, and were fairly comfortable talking about almost anything.
Friday arrived, and I followed the directions Kathy had given me, and arrived almost ten minutes before I was supposed to pick her up. Gathering up the flowers I had picked up earlier, I walked up to the front door and rang the bell.
A middle aged blonde answered the door and looked me over. At six foot, two hundred twenty pounds of mostly muscle, Mediterranean complexion and winning smile, I am not too hard on the eyes.
“Kathy!” she yelled, “Your date from the park is here!!”
“I’ll be right down,” I heard yelled back from somewhere further in the house.
“C’mon in, have a seat,” said the blonde.
True to her word, Kathy came down the stairs about two minutes later.
Dressed in a spaghetti strap, white gown, with her hair done in a French braid, she looked as radiant as ever.
Not knowing what to say, I handed her the flowers and said the safest thing I could think of, “You look great!”
“This isn’t too much for a theater show?” she asked, looking at my slacks and jacket with the shirt and tie underneath.
“Nope, absolutely perfect,” I replied.
We got into my car and headed out. We started with dinner at a small Italian restaurant. The food was, as always, phenomenal. Then we headed back towards downtown to the theater.
This is when I surprised Kathy with a small corsage of white carnations with a white rose in the center. After we parked, I pinned it to her dress for her, being careful not to poke her with the pin.
We walked the two blocks to the theater from the parking lot, and sat through an enjoyable performance
I was fine until this point in the evening. Now came the point where I had to make a decision, and try to make it one that she would approve of, after all, I enjoyed the time I had spent with Kathy this evening, and did not want to be shot down in a flaming wreck.
We got back to the car, talking about the performance, and how much we enjoyed it. After we got into the car, that akward silence hit.
“Would you like to do something else, or would you prefer to call it a night?” I asked her.
“I’d love to go somewhere we can sit and talk over coffee, after all, it is only eleven thirty, I am still in the early part of my day,” she answered.
We drove to the all night diner, and passed when it was full to overflowing with teenagers.
“I wish I could invite you over,” she started, “but with both my room mates off this weekend, we would not get a moment to ourselves to talk.”
“Would I seem too forward if I were to invite you back to my place for coffee?” I asked hesitantly. “I don’t have room mates, but I would understand if you were hesitant.”
“Actually, that sounds great,” she said.
“Just pardon the clutter,” I told her as I turned towards home, “I was not expecting company.”
We pulled into the driveway of the two-family house that was both home and business to me. The first story had been converted into a shop and work area for my computer business, while I lived on the second floor.
Going up the back steps, I turned off the alarm as I walked in the door and flipped on the lights. A clean living room greeted us, as I did not spend a lot of time there.
Kathy wandered around as I went to the kitchen and started the coffee maker. While I was in there, I also tossed the last couple of dirty dishes from my lunch into the dishwasher and started it.
I walked out into the living room and asked Kathy if she wanted a pari of scrubs to change into.
Retrieving the scrubs from my room, I showed Kathy where the bathroom was, being thankful that I had cleaned it yesterday, and went to check on the coffee.
When Kathy came back out into the living room wearing a pair of scrubs that came from the hospital that she worked at, I was ready with the coffee in a carafe, two mugs, sugar, cream, and spoons.
“I wasn’t sure how you would take your coffee,” I said, “so I brought everything.”
I poured us each a mug of coffee, warning her that it was strong, and inhaled the nice strong vapors of the coffee.
“This is great,” she said as she sipped. “What brand is it?”
“Actually, I go to the store and kind of mix and match the different coffee beans and then grind it, it’s different each time, but always good,” I smiled.
We started talking about her work, and my volunteering as an Emergency Medical technician, and moved on to each of our previous relationships, going into more detail than either of us thought we would.
I excused myself to make some more coffee, and heard Kathy go into the bathroom. I came back to the living room before she did, and sat back down on the couch, facing the chair hat she had been sitting in.
I refilled our cups just as she was returning, and was surprised when she picked up her cup and moved it next to mine, and sat next to me on the couch.
“Do you mind?” she asked.
“Not at all,” I said.
With that, she curled her legs under her and leaned over against me. I draped my arm over her shoulders and we went back to talking.
We were on the topic of what we missed most by not being in a relationship, and came to the mutual conclusion that it was definitely the little things like cuddling ona couch, or waking up with someone curled against you.
After coming to this conclusion, we fell into a comfortable silence. Kathy curled up closer to me and we both sighed one of those great sighs that indicate a feeling of peace and oneness with the world around us.
I was sitting there, basking in the comfort of having another human next to me when Kathy stirred. Thinking that she had to use the bathroom again, I started to move to make it easier for her to get up, when she laid a hand on my shoulder. Turning, I realized that she had brought her head up level with mine.
I think that if this had been a movie, there would have been some sort of music playing as she gently brushed her lips against mine. I hesitated at first, but as the passion in her kisses grew, I started to return it, feeling the beginnings of a stirring in my groin.
I had abandoned the jacket and tie when we first walked in, and left the top two buttons of my shirt undone. Now, I felt her hand move against my chest and started to unbutton my shirt. I ran my hands through her hair as we adjusted ourselves to more easily touch each other.
I lowered my hands down to her back, and started to make small circles on her lower back with one hand, while moving the other around her shoulder blades. I realized that she had also taken off her bra when she had changed out of her dress, and felt her nipples start to harden through the thin materiel of the scrub top as she moved against my chest.
She slowly slipped my shirt off, running her hands over my chest as she did. I took a chance and moved my hands under her shirt to the bare skin of her back, and was rewarded by the little moans that escaped her throat. Feeling a little bolder than I had a few minutes earlier, I raised my arms and slipped the scrub shirt over her head. Her breasts sprang free like a caged animal, standing out from her chest like a pair of prideful lionesses. I tossed the shirt on the floor and leaned over to suckle her.
I took one nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it, inhaling deeply to send a chill through her that brought even more moans. The feel of her body against mine reminded me that I was still human, and was one of the most exquisite feelings I had known in a long time.
“Do you want more?” I asked her, barely able to speak through the rising passion.
“Please make love to me,” she moaned into my hair.
I picked her up and stood. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I stood, and I slipped my hands under her nicely rounded ass. I walked slowly to the bedroom, savoring the feel of her chest against mine as I moved.
Once in the bedroom, I leaned over and gently set her on the bed, on her back. Standing back up, I reached down and tugged at the drawstring of the scrub pants and slowly slid them off, revealing a black, lacey thong.
She sat up and pulled at my belt in a manner that was almost urgent. Suddenly, my pants were on the floor, and I was standing there in my boxers, with my manhood poking out to say hi.
This was all Kathy needed in the way of invitation. She leaned forward and pulled down my boxers, catching my member in her mouth as it sprang back up to attention. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back as she took my entire length and I felt the back of her throat against the head of my cock. She continued sucking hungrily on my cock, gently massaging my balls as she did.
I knew that I would not be able to handle this much longer, so I slowly pulled out of her mouth, and gently pushed her shoulders back down on the bed. Leaving a trail of kisses, I moved my mouth from hers, down to her breasts, across her ribs, past her belly button, and down to the waistband of the thong. Gripping it in my teeth, I pulled it down and away from her. Relinquishing control of the thing to my hands, I removed it and let it join our pants on the floor. I slowly spread her legs apart to see a beautifully shaved cavern, awaiting my exploration. Not a single hair could be seen in the dim light of the bedroom. Before I started, I inhaled deeply, basking in the rich scent of excitement that was emanating from her. Gently touching her folds, I carefully spread them away and saw her clit standing there, beckoning me on. I started to lick and suck on it, occasionally making my way down to plunge my tongue deep into her. She started writhing under my ministrations and her moaning became louder and more insistent. Suddenly, she clamped her legs around my head and let loose a scream that could only be called primal. Her climax seemed to last forever, but I kept licking and sucking and nibbling as it went on.
Finally, she pulled my head away from her, and sighed, “I need to feel you inside me, now.”
I rose from kneeling on the floor, and moved her more fully onto the bed, where I joined her.
“Is there anything in particular you want?” I asked.
In response, she pulled me on top of her in and then guided me into her. I began slowly working myself in and out of her, getting into a nice easy rhythm. Her breathing became ragged and gasping, and I started to gyrate my hips as I pistoned, causing even more moaning. She climaxed again, and I knew that I was not going to be able to hold off much longer. I slowly pulled out of her, and reached into the drawer of the night stand, and pulled out a condom. I quickly put it on and began moving in and out of here in quick, hard strokes. As that familiar tightening began in the area just below my shaft, I started ramming even harder as she yelled out, “Oh my God, I’m cumming again!!”
With that, I plunged as deep as I could, and kept pushing trying to get deeper, as I released my load into the condom. The orgasm seemed to last for hours instead of the minutes that it really was, but as it surged, I rode it with wild abandon.
Finally finishing, I collapsed on top of her, and we lay there holding each other, panting.
I knew that I would be going down shortly, so I sat back on my heels and removed the condom, dropping it in the trashcan next to the bed. Grabbing the towel off the foot of the bed, I cleaned up, and offered Kathy the other towel that was sitting on the other side of the footboard.
As he cleaned herself up, I sat there on my heels, eyes closed, enjoying the surge of raw energy flowing through my body, focusing and finding my center once again.
Kathy looked at me inquiringly as she held out the towel I had given her. Taking it, I tossed it on the floor next to the one I had used. Then we lay down next to each other in the bed, cuddling, touching, caressing, kissing.
We talked some more after we had caught our breath, and held, and talked, and caressed, and finally, tired and happy, we both drifted off into a pleasant sleep in each other’s arms.
I awoke about five hours later, with that urgent need to use the bathroom. Disentangling myself, I made my way to the bathroom, and as I stood there relieving myself, I looked out the window, and saw that it was going to be another beautiful day.
As I walked over to the sink to wash my hands, I looked into the mirror. ‘What the hell am I doing?’ I asked myself. Painful memories of the extended breakup with Annie flashed through my mind unbidden. I knew that a lot of it was my fault, even if indirectly, because of a lot of issues that I had come to face and deal with since then. That still did not make it any easier. Annie was the one person I have ever been truly in love with, and I was still convinced that she was my true soul mate.
Running the cold water, I splashed some water on my face and stood there thinking, trying to figure out what would come next. I did not regret what happened between Kathy and I last night, but at the same time, I was not prepared for where it could lead. Realizing that I had let my need to feel human again override my distrust of relationships was something that I had not allowed to happen in the eight months since Annie and I broke up. My therapist said that this was natural, and would pass in time. She was still amazed that I was able to learn to deal with my various issues as quickly as I had. She decided that it really did make sense though, as I am not one to sit there ans wait for life to come my way, I know what I want, and if it is at all possible, I go out there and get it.
I decided that standing in the bathroom looking at my wet face in the mirror was not going to solve anything, so I went back into the bedroom to see if Kathy was awake yet.
The morning sun was just peeking in the bedroom window, and cast a soft glow through the curtains, that caused Kathy’s hair to glow almost auburn. She moved a little as she slept and reached over as though to cuddle up with me, and then opened her eyes as she did not find me.
“What time is it?” she asked.
“Going on eight in the a-m.” I told her, stretching.
“Come back to bed then,” she said, “we have plenty of time before we have to be up, unless you have something that you need to take care of.”
Deciding to deal with the whole potential relationship thing later, I got back into bed and curled up next to her, inhaling her warm scent as I did. The last thing I thought as I drifted back off to sleep was how nice it felt to be in someone’s arms again.

{Dear Readers,
Like many authors here, from time to time I find it difficult to finish stories. Although I have about seventeen of them published here, I seem to have about six or seven half finished. I just never seem to have the time to get to them.
So in an effort to get my ass in gear I resolved to sit down and write a shorter story from start to finish in one sitting. The following story is the result of that effort. Two hours start to finish, no breaks. Really, for me this is just an exercise but perhaps you will like the final product. It is strictly a stroke story with no plot to speak of. Strictly stream-of-consciousness stuff. Anyway, please send feedback pro or con and I’ll answer all politely {Maybe} Ha-ha!} I call this one…

The Girl Without Boundaries
. It only took a couple of days for me to realize that Darcy was the best lover that I had ever had. Hell, the first night I met her we had ended up back at my apartment and she had ended up staying the whole night. Nothing very unusual about that but…
I had started slowly, gently kissing her full, beautiful lips and rubbing her, firm breasts. I hadn’t wanted to move too fast and scare her off. Ha! Fat chance of that.
Her young nineteen year old body responded immediately. She curled up closer to me on the couch and her hand dropped unto my thigh and squeezed. My cock sprang to attention and as my tongue pushed into her open mouth her hand moved upward. She gently grasped my cock through my pants and slid her eager fingers up and down the full length of it.
“Umm,” she murmured between kisses, “That’s what I like, a nice hard cock. Didn’t take you long baby, did it?”
I was so surprised at her boldness that I was taken aback for a moment. Girls that looked as hot as her didn’t usually move that fast in my experience. Long, bright red hair, beautiful face, long legs shown off to perfection by her tiny denim mini, she had the whole package. And eager too, god-damn!
“Come on honey, I know you got a bed in her somewhere. I’m sooo in the mood tonight. Let’s get in bed and fuck.”
“Ok Darcy honey, anything you want.”
‘Anything?” she giggled. “Better be careful of promises with me baby, I’ve got a lot of things that I want.” With that she pulled her little t-shirt up and off and went running towards the bedroom, dropping the shirt in the middle of the floor. Shit! I couldn’t believe my luck.
She was waiting for me on the bed. She sat against the headboard, propped up by my pillows. Her legs were spread wide open, her tiny miniskirt bunched up around her waist. Her fingers had pushed her little cotton panties aside and her fingers were caressing her wet pussy. As she smiled at me she began sliding first one and then two fingers up inside of herself. As she finger fucked herself I could hear the slurping sounds that it made. She was really wet.
I threw off my clothes and crawled up on the bed. I lay between her legs and watched her fuck herself. She was a natural redhead; her pussy was surrounded by tendrils of thin red hair. A small stream of juice oozed out of her and down unto her thigh. It was a perfect pussy and what a view I had of it from this position.
“Oh baby my cookie’s so fucking wet. God, I can’t believe it. Ohh! Shit that feels good. My fingers are way up there babe. Like watching me?”
For my answer I climbed higher and pulled her fingers from her pussy and took them in my mouth. I licked and sucked the juice from them.
“Slide up farther and suck some right from the source baby.”
I slid up and took her clit right into my mouth. She gasped and I dug right in. She tasted wonderful as my tongue and lips worked on her clit and wet pussy lips. God, I tried to push my whole face right up inside of her.
“Oh fuck yes! Eat it Baby! Eat that pussy! Suck me right the fuck off you devil!”
I slipped two fingers up inside of her and began fucking her as my mouth sucked on her wet clit. She was like a wild animal as her hips bucked up and down, trying to force her wet cunt tighter into my face. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and grabbed her ass and lifted her hips to me. I fucked her with my tongue for all I was worth. Christ, I couldn’t get enough of her.
After several minutes of this she had cum, her pussy filling my mouth with her wonderful juices. She had squealed like a banshee and I had never enjoyed servicing a woman as much as I had her but now I was ready to sink my hard cock up inside of her and fuck her back to the Stone Age. But she had other ideas.
“Uh uh, honey! Not so fast.” She sat up and kissed me, her tongue tasting her juices that coated my lips. “I’ve got a little quirk baby. Hope you don’t mind.” Her hand was stroking my throbbing cock and rubbing my cum filled balls. “See, the first time that I’m with a man. I like to take his first load in my mouth. All of it honey. After all, what better way to get to know someone than to suck them off?” She giggled and looked at me with those big green eyes and pouty lips. “You wouldn’t mind feeding me a big load of hot cum right in my mouth would you? I’d be very grateful!”
Well? What the hell would you have said? “Ok baby, anything you want” That’s what I thought. So I did.
She laid flat on her back with her head hanging over the edge of the bed.
“Now start slowly Hon but then I want you to use my face and mouth just like a pussy. Pump it in as far as you can. Don’t worry about me, I can handle it, trust me. When you cum don’t pull it out of my mouth, I want to swallow all of it. I want a nice big hot load of it. The more the better. Do a good job baby and I’ll let you fuck my ass some time. Ok?”
Fine with me. I stepped up to the bed and her wet mouth came up to meet me. She licked the bulbous head of my cock and then the whole length of it. The, after sucking on my balls, she took my cock slowly between her lips and into her hungry mouth. Her lips slid up and down the length of it as I slowly pumped it into her mouth. She used her tongue on it as I fucked her face.
My hands grasped the side of her head and I began fucking her face faster and deeper. Her hand reached up and her finger began slowly rubbing on my asshole. Now there was something that I had never felt before.
I forgot that it was her face I was fucking as she slowly twisted her finger on my ass and I felt it slide up inside of me. The feeling seemed to intensify my pleasure and I fucked her even faster.
She was fucking my ass now as I fucked her face. God it felt so good!
‘Oh baby, I’m fucking your dirty little cunt face. Your cunt lips! Oh shit that’s good!”
I felt my climax approaching and I grabbed her head more firmly. Oh shit, waves of pleasure shot through my body and I shot off deep down her fucking throat. Fucking shot after shot of hot, thick cum. She never missed a stroke either as she swallowed my gigantic load. Christ she must have drained a quart of it out of me. Her lips tightened on me as she sought out every last delicious drop.
After what seemed an eternity, my spent cock popped out of her mouth with a sexy wet slurping sound. I fell unto the bed next to her.
‘Oh honey,” she said, “that was fucking wonderful. God, I can’t believe how much cum you had! It tasted so yummy too! Guess I’m gonna have to suck you off more often!”
“Suits me Darcy, but I do want to fuck you too.”
“Sure babe I know. But just think of the fun we can have. I like sucking guys off in public sort of. You know, in restaurants and when you’re driving and such. And elevators, what a turn on that is. Oh yeah in parks and…” she stopped and looked at me with a grin on her face.
“I’m not scaring you off am I baby?”
“No, I like a good blow job as much as anyone. Anytime you want to, I’m there.”
“Thanks babe. I’m a very thirsty girl.” She laughed.
It took about a half-hour but I was ready to go again. She told me that she liked to ride cocks while sitting on them. She faced away from me as I sat on the bed and putting her feet on either side of me she slowly lowered herself down unto my cock. Her pussy was still wet and it slowly slid up inside of her. Oh her wetness felt so good on my cock. She slipped to her knees and bent forward so that I could see my cock fucking that wet pussy.
“Oh god, your dick feels so fucking good inside of me.” She turned her head from side to side and her long red hair danced all around her shoulders. “Fuck me baby! That’s it, fuck me!”
I slipped up unto my knees and began fucking her doggy style. I pushed my cock in and out of her as fast as I could. It was hot!
She looked over her shoulder at me and her eyes were glazed with lust.
“Oh yeah! Ream that pussy baby. Fucking ream it!!”
I fucked her till I couldn’t stand it any more then I pulled out and shot my cum all over her beautiful ivory ass. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks apart so that my cum would pour down unto her asshole. God her ass was inviting and I thought that I just might try to slip it up there but it was already starting to shrink and I figured that I’d do that another time.
We stayed up most of that night getting to know one another. Lord she was insatiable. She sucked me to attention later and made me fuck her between her breasts. My cock would pass through her tits just far enough so that her tongue could lick the head of it. Her eyes never left my cock and it was so damn sexy that I shot off another huge load all over her face. She made me go out to the kitchen and get a spoon and scoop it all up and feed it to her. What a sight she was licking that spoon clean!
Later we were taking a shower together and I had to take a leak Looking at me coyly she suggested that I relieve myself right there in the shower. This caught me off guard and I hesitated until she took my growing cock into her hand.
‘Please baby, I want you to. Please let me see you do it.”
I could refuse her nothing at that point. She held my cock pointing it at the drain. All at once I felt the pressure release and my hot urine shot out of me. It was so different with her holding my cock as I peed that I didn’t notice at first that she had turned my cock so that the stream was aimed at her. Her head was tossed back in pleasure as my piss bathed her legs, pussy and feet. When I was finished she dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth and sucked it clean. I was flabbergasted! Never in my life had I imagined that I would ever be involved in something like that.
As the weeks passed I realized that she was truly a girl with no sexual boundaries. The term uninhibited is tossed around but she was the living embodiment of it. There was nothing that I could think of that she wouldn’t try. Her imagination was boundless as well.
She was as good as her word. Whenever we went out she was after me to let her blow me. She loved sucking me off and didn’t care who knew it. She blew me while I was driving, in bars, at sporting events, always just out of the publics eye. I doubt she would have cared if anyone had seen us.
Once, on a dare, she sucked me off in the park in the middle of the day and walked about a half mile back to the car with my cum dripping down her chin, pretending to be oblivious to people staring at her in shock. She thought that was hilarious!
She liked me to cum on her food and then watch her eat it up. She’d make me shoot a load on the floor sometimes so that she could crawl between my legs like a hungry kitten and lap it up. She positively loved anal and loving taught me how to lick her asshole first to loosen her up. Afterwards she would clean her ass juices and my cum from my cock with her greedy mouth.
She was so fucking beautiful. I couldn’t get enough of her. All of my friends were jealous of me and they didn’t even know about her sexual tastes. They’d never have believed it anyway. Probably you don’t either but I swear it’s all true.
She was always after me to pee on her in the shower too. Apparently that first time had just wetted her appetite so to speak. Now she would drop to her knees and let me soak her from head to toe.
“Yeah!” she would yell, “Fucking soak me baby! Do it! Piss on me!” I would too. I’d piss all over her especially her beautiful face. God, she loved it.
What can I say? About six months after I met her she got fucking transferred to another state. She loved her job and wasn’t about to give it up for me and I wasn’t interested in marriage. Watching her walk out of my life was probably the hardest thing I had ever done but you know what? In a way it seemed right because I don’t know how long I could hold her interest and I think she was looking for someone different by that time. I mean a relationship built just on sex is great but it does have a limited time span.
And so we both moved on. I think about her often but looking back now it almost seems like a dream. And you know what? Maybe, just maybe it was.

I had just sat down in my night-compartment when the conductor came to check my ticket. She was a beauty, about 5″2′ with a slim waste and a beautiful tan. She had on one of those train-attendant skirts that showed of much of her great legs not to mention her perfectly shaped ass.
“Thank you” she said as I handed her my ticket. “I see your station is coming up at 6 a.m. I’ll be sure to come by and wake you up if you want to?” she said with a beautiful smile handing back my ticket.
“Oh, that would be great. I really appreciate it” I said.
“No problem, whatever makes our customers happy…”
Was she flirting with me? Was that an invitation or not? I couldn’t dare miss out on a possibility to score with this gorgeous brunette so I replied with a smile: “In that case I wouldn’t mind to be tucked in, in about an hour or two.”
She dropped something on the floor behind her, turned and bent over to pick it up. Her ass was just about 10 inches away from my face, and it took her what seemed like a long time to pick up whatever she had dropped. (Not that I minded.)
“I’ll see what we can arrange” she said while straightening up, and walked out of the compartment.
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For the next hour and a half I just couldn’t get anything done. I was just sitting there in my compartment thinking about that beautiful conductor. She really had a perfect ass, man would I love to stick my tongue in there deep, and my cock, and my fingers… well I’d love to stick whatever I got hold on up her tight little ass. But the main question remained: had she been flirting with me? And would she come to “tuck me in”?
After another hour there was still no sight of her so I figured that she had just been friendly and wouldn’t be back in my compartment. So I decided to get to bed and try to get some sleep before I had to get up and get of the train in another 7 hours.
It took a while before I fell asleep; I guess it was due to the fact that I just couldn’t get her out of my mind.
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I woke up by a strange feeling, and as I opened my eyes I firstly was shocked at what I saw. But after a couple of seconds I let out a delightful moan and put my hands on the perfect ass above my face.
She must have come in while I was deeply asleep and climbed on top of me in a 69 position. So as I woke up her face was bobbing up and down on my hard swollen cock, and her pussy was just inches from my face.
I grabbed her ass and pulled her body closer to me and started licking her tight pussy. I let my tongue play around a bit before I started probing it into her pussy. She tasted great and I would have loved to keep doing this for the rest of my time on this train, but instead she started wiggling her ass and move around on my face. It didn’t take too long before I realised that she wanted my tongue to play around with her tight little puckered hole instead - and so I did. With my hands I spread her ass cheeks wide apart and lunged my head towards her opening. Within seconds I had my face buried in her ass, my tongue was in frenzy and so was she.
She suddenly raised herself up from sucking my cock and sat straight on my face. I could feel her weight on my head and that she was pushing her whole body onto my tongue. I felt it get deeper inside her ass as I tried to make it as hard as I could.
“She obviously likes it in the ass and I am not gonna complain on that” I thought. I just loved girls that wanted it up their tight little assess. And for me it didn’t matter if they wanted my tongue, my fingers or my cock up there - I’ just shove anything I could up there with a happy smile on my face. To tell the truth not many girls had taken my cock up their ass, it was simply too big and frightening for most of them. But this little slut conductor, well I was pretty sure that I was gonna get my cock buried deep in her ass before this trip was over.
As my tongue got harder in her ass she started jumping up and down on it, forcing it deeper and deeper inside her little ass. I used my hands to help her spread her cheeks so that she could get it as deep as possible, then I moved my hands up to her tits and started pulling and twisting on her nipples - she loved it. Her ride on my tongue got wilder and her moans got louder, a lot louder. In fact the more I tugged at her nipples the loader she moaned.
This was great, here I was with my tongue buried in the ass of a gorgeous slim little brunette with an incredible body, yanking her breasts to make her squirm and moan as crazy as I ever heard it. She definitely was a slut that loved it rough and hard, and preferably in the ass. This was a night I would never forget…
Suddenly she just stopped her up and down movement on my tongue, looked at her watch and said: “Ooohh my god, I’ll be right back! Don’t move!” and she got her clothes on in what seemed like 5 seconds and then left my compartment.
“What the hell I thought?” But then as I noticed that the train slowed down and finally got to an halt I understood why she left. She still had to do her chores as a conductor… Well, I just hoped that she would be coming back…
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“Now where were we?” she asked as she step in and in a swift movement dropped all her clothes.
“I think you where trying to get off with your ass on my tongue” I answered.
“Aaahhh Yes, it felt great- don’t get me wrong, but pretty small” she said with a smirk on her face. “How about you’ll stick some other part of you up my tight little ass?”
“Well…” I said as she leaned over and put my cock in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down a couple of times and let her tongue move around like if it was a lollipop - and I guess it was, to her. “be my guest”.
“MMmmmm I just love a big cock up my ass” she said as she spit on my cock and then got into position. She was facing me and grabbed my hands and put them on her beautiful breasts. “Squeez ‘em… hard!” she said as she lowered, or more accurate, pushed herself down on my cock. In one movement she had buried my cock to the hilt in her ass. I had never experienced such a thing before, the feeling of a young girl just pushing her body, thanks to her ass, all the way down on me in one single movement. As if that wasn’t enough she directly started to ride my cock with her tight little anal hole. In a matter of seconds she was bumping up and down like a kid on one of those crazy carousels in a theme park.
I did my part. I grabbed her breasts and started squeezing them.
“Ooohhh YES!! Harder! Squeez my fucking breasts! SMASH THEM YOU BASTARD!!” she was really something else. I tugged at her nipple with one hand and started smacking the tit with my other. “OOOOOHHHHH YES!!! HARDER!!! MORE!! COME ON YOU FUCKING ASSLICKER!!!” I was yanking her nipples and squeezing them as hard as I could and she just seemed to get more and more turned on.
“RAM THAT BIG FOOT LONG COCK HARDER IN MY ASS!! COME ON SHOVE IT IN HARDER!! MAKE ME CUM WITH THAT BIG THING IN MY ASS!!”
She moved her hand over to her purse and pulled out a chocolate covered milk ball. She licked at it and then swiftly shoved it up her pussy. I could feel it pushing against my cock from the in side. She took one more and stuffed in her pussy and then a third one. After that she quickly moved off my cock and inserted it in her pussy instead. I could feel the chocolate balls mashing around in there with my cock - this was one nasty slut!
“oOooooHHhhhhh Yeeeesssss” she started moaning out load. “OOooooohhhhh smash those chocolate balls deeper in my pussy! Ooooo I love it!! I gotta have a taste of it!!” She got of and turned around, I only got a quick look of my chocolate covered slimy cock before it vanished inside her mouth and throat. She was devouring my cock with all that brown slimy chocolate on it - it was an amazing feeling. After a couple of deep throating movements she pulled my cock out her mouth, licked her lips and smiled at me. “Again” she said. Then she jumped back on my cock and rode it for another minute before she moved and shoved my slimy cock deep in her throat again.
As she let my cock plop out of her mouth again she looked up at my face “My ass feels empty…” and then went back to sucking my cock deep into her mouth. I grabbed the bag of chocolate balls and roughly forced four of them straight up her tight little ass. Then I pinched her nipples hard and said “You better get that little anal hole of yours on top of that cock NOW!!” But she just kept sucking my cock. Not that I didn’t enjoy it, but I had other plans for her.
“I told you TO COME AND SIT YOUR ASS ON MY HARD MEAT, I want to feel those chocolate balls get creamy with my cock” I said twisting her nipples until she started whining a little. “After it all has mixed nicely you’ll get to suck it clean again - so don’t you worry you little nasty fucking bitch!!!” Before she was able to move away from her position and into the new one I pulled her left nipple hard, jutting it to all sides, and using my free hand to smack her beautiful big breast.
“OOOoooWWWwww ooooHHHhhhaaa!” was all that came out her mouth. So I did it again, and again, and again… until I saw her breast change into a bright red colour – still holding on hard to her nipple. I tell you this little slut was loving it!
“Now come and sit that ass of yours where it belongs, and you better get it all the way on there in the first motion” I told her as I lay down on my back again. In a couple of seconds she turned facing my feet, lunged her ass onto my rock hard cock and buried it all the way. Now she was leaning forward towards my feet, actually trying to fit my toes in to her mouth (and I tell you… those where not very clean or smelling very good after a full day on the walk) and licking them like crazy. I took the given opportunity and started whacking her ass with my palms. First one side, then the other. This seemed to make her go even wilder and she was humping my rod like a jackhammer.
On her asses rise, I could actually see the chocolate slime starting to drip out of her ass and onto my balls. That view got me so hot that I felt the cum building in my balls. My biggest problem was to decide if I should shoot it in her mouth while cleaning my dirty cock, or if I should cum in her ass and then make her eat it all. But, fortunately I never had to take that call. Instead she pulled her right hand behind her and shoved quickly two fingers up her ass, pushing hard against my cock making it starting to burst out all the gooey stuff in there. At the same time she noticed that I was filling her chocolate filled ass with my cum she quickly got of, turned and dove down on my cock. I only got a quick glimpse of my chocolate glistening meat pole – but it was enough to see that it almost looked like it was covered in dark brown shit (which I probably would have thought if I hadn’t pushed those chocolate balls in there myself a couple of minutes ago). But she didn’t care, she just deep throated that thing and forced her tiny throat all the way down my pubes.
My balls were emptying what was left in them in her hungry mouth. All the while she was sucking on my cock she had her green eyes fixated on my face and as she withdrew the dirty meat she smiled at me with a mixture of chocolate and cum on her red lips.
“Mmmmm I love it” she said licking my balls.
“Well, I don’t believe that your ass is empty and clean yet, so you better get that nasty mixture out of there and eat it like the good little cum slut you are” I told her. It didn’t take her many seconds before she had her fingers deep inside her ass groping and collecting what she could. She then withdrew and stuffed her whole hand in her mouth licking and smacking loudly on it. It was a nasty but beautiful sight, and if I wouldn’t have been as tired as I was after all this I probably would have liked watching her for another 10-15 minutes eating chocolate covered cum from her own ass. Instead I pulled out my card from the pants on the floor, handed it to her saying “Give me a call next time your train stops in my town” and then threw her clothes out from the compartment and gave her a big push with my foot on her ass, locking the door after her.
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Please drop me a line for any feedback, good or bad and let me know if there is any interest of reading more about the little slutty conducter..
/Mr_fred

It was getting late and Sarah was frantically trying on different outfits in her bedroom. She kept tossing clothes to the corner of the room and cursing not finding anything suitable.
She had been looking forwards to this night for weeks because she would be soon arriving at her best friend, Amy’s house, for a Halloween party. Amy’s parents were much more liberal than Sarah’s and had said that boys could attend the event, but they had to go home by midnight and were not allowed alcohol or drugs.
Sarah had to find the perfect outfit because she would be competing for attention from other girls there, but she didn’t want to appear as though she was desperate. She was 18 years old and proud of her C-cup breasts, although in some bras she thought that her breasts were slightly larger than a C. This meant though that finding an outfit was particularly difficult.
She tried on tops with plunging fronts, that if she were to move just a little too sharply, her nipples could be slightly exposed or even a whole breast. Yet, she didn’t want to appear prudish.
Finally, after around an hour she decided upon a green flimsy top to match her short black skirt. Although the top was skimpy, Sarah decided not to wear a bra because it wasn’t see-through and she knew that she would get the most attention when the boys noticed her breasts bouncing around under the material as she danced or moved around.
Her dad dropped her off at Amy’s at 7pm and even though she thought that she was late, it turned out that she was one of the first to arrive. Amy answered the door herself and happily greeted Sarah,
“Hi, you look wonderful. I love your top.” Sarah knew that this meant that Amy was jealous. Amy too had perfectly shaped breasts, but hers were a B-cup and Sarah could see that she was wearing a bra under her tight white T-shirt. On numerous occasions Sarah had told Amy not to wear a bra at a party because the boys would be unable to look away, but Amy was far too self-conscious despite being painfully beautiful. It wasn’t that the girls were interested in each others breasts, but there were times when it was unavoidable not to take a glace at the competition (especially in the gym changing room).
“Are your parents in?” Sarah enquired, still stood on the doorstep.
“Oh, you just missed them. They’re going to the movies and then for a meal so we’re good to have fun until at least 11.” Amy smiled and ushered Sarah in to her house where 2 people from her class were already sheepishly chatting amongst themselves.
Around 20 minutes passed until the doorbell rang again. Up until that point Amy had been desperately trying to get the party going and break the ice amongst the 4 people who had turned up. Amy ran to the door and welcomed in 2 people who Sarah had never seen before. She assumed that they went to a different college and were just friends of Amy.
One was a girl who had ignored the rule, which Sarah had adhered to, of not looking desperate by wearing an almost non-existent top that accentuated her ample breasts and a tiny skirt that rested high against her tanned thighs.
She was accompanied by an unbearably handsome boy who wore a top that showed off his toned stomach and large arms. Sarah hoped that the two new guests weren’t a couple because she really liked what she saw in the athletic build of the boy.
Amy was clearly disappointed that only 5 people had shown up to her party, but she accepted that the date had clashed with some major sports event that was taking place in the town centre. It cheered her up to think that more people would have turned up if she hadn’t arranged the party at a time when most people would want to watch the local football time in the state final.
Amy was determined that the night would not be ruined. After all it was not every weekend that her parents went out and let her have the house to herself for a night.
Amy spent time going around the room, offering snacks and small-talk.
“Don’t you just hate Science class?” Sarah too was determined to make something out of the night and tried to get a conversation going with the group.
“Yeah, I can’t stand it. I hate our teacher. Oh, my name’s Andrew by the way and this is Claire my work-mate.” Sarah was relieved to find out the name of the boy who had just arrived and overjoyed to discover that Claire, in her revealing outfit, was just a colleague and not a girlfriend.
“Our teacher is awful too.” David was in the same class as Sarah and it wasn’t like him to speak out in groups. Usually he was shy and quiet, but on this occasion he was quite open.
The group began to ease and talk openly about college, their part-time jobs and anything else that took their fancy. Only John remained quiet. Like David he was in the same classes at college as Amy and Sarah, yet he was even shyer than David.
The group just sat around talking aimlessly about anything and everything for about an hour.
Andrew sat himself near to David and John and they happily chatted about sports and Andrew’s job at the mall with Claire.
“Me and Claire work at the new music shop at the mall…that’s where we met Amy. She came in shopping and invited us both here.” Andrew explained why exactly he was present at the poorly attended party whilst David and John listened.
Meanwhile Claire sat with Amy and Sarah talking quietly about which of the boys they fancied. All 3 of the girls were virgins except Claire had given her ex-boyfriend a handjob, so she thought of herself as the expert in the group.
“Andrew has the best body, but I wouldn’t say no to David or John.” Claire made her feelings known to the girls and they took turns to take sly glances at the boys and sum them up.
More time passed and Amy was worried that the two groups were not mingling. She had hoped for at least 50 people to turn up and now she just wanted for the boys and girls to sit together and maybe snog.
Eventually Claire spoke out to the group in a bid to liven things up a little,
“Everybody, why don’t we play spin the bottle? I know it’s a bit childish, but it could be fun.” Claire’s suggestion was met with nods of approval from the entire group who were thankful that they would be able to get a snog without the effort of small-talk and flirting.
“Come on everybody, sit in a circle. You all know the rules don’t you?” Claire smiled and looked around the circle.
“Ermm, if the bottle points to you then you have to snog the person that the bottle points to on its next spin.” John’s version of the rules made Claire burst out laughing although nobody else seemed to understand what was so funny. John went red and went back to being quiet and shy.
“When I was younger I used to play that version, but now its strip spin the bottle. It’ll be fun.” Claire explained her intentions and nobody wanted to be the one who wussed out and said no so she continued with the new rules,
“It’s an easy game. If the bottle points to you then you have to remove one item of clothing. Socks, shoes and jewellery are not included as clothing though.” She smiled again and asked if everybody was okay with the game. Once again she assured everybody that it would be fun.
Everybody was unsure about the idea of taking of their clothes in front of a room full of their peers, but nobody could be the one who raised the concern. All of the boys were virgins too and had fantasies of moments like this occurring, but now that it was happening they all got the shyness of John.
Amy went to the kitchen and got a small coca cola bottle and handed it to Claire.
“Ok who wants to spin first?” Sarah volunteered. She was petrified that the bottle would land on her first as she wasn’t wearing a bra and didn’t want to be sat there in her tiny black panties in front of these 3 boys.
She span the bottle and time stood still as it went around the circle. It landed on John. He was too shy and taken aback from his humiliation of saying the game was about snogging to refuse to comply. He removed his shirt. All of the girls took short glances at his toned chest and began to get hot under the collar.
John took the next spin and it landed on Andrew. He was proud of his body and so took of his shirt without any delay.
“Looks like this will be a good game for us,” Amy was loosening up as it was the boys who appeared to be coming off worse.
Andrew took the next spin and it landed on Claire. She stood up in her place and unzipped the back of her short skirt, letting it slip over her tanned, beautiful legs and land on the floor. None of the boys knew where to look. Just before she sat down again and crossed her legs, each of the boys had a look at her small pink panties that only just barely covered her pussy and displayed most of her toned buttocks.
Claire spun the bottle next and the group waited until it landed on David. Like the two boys before him he opted to remove his shirt.
He took the next spin and it landed on Sarah. She was glad she wasn’t the first girl to expose her panties, but knew that she was only one spin away from revealing her perfect breasts to the group. She too stood up and slipped her black skirt to the floor. All of the boys shyly looked at the thin fabric that came between them and Sarah’s pussy. She quickly sat down and crossed her legs.
Sarah’s spin of the bottle landed back on Claire who remained seated. She lifted her top up over her head and the boys were left to glance at her bra clad breasts. It was a mystery how they didn’t just burst out of her bra. Every breath she took made them heave upwards. David was certain that he caught a slight glimpse of her nipple poking through the thin fabric of her bra, but looked away quickly out of shyness.
She spun and it pointed directly to Amy. Amy wasn’t going to be the one to break the tradition of the night and so she stood up and removed her skirt. It fell to the floor and the boys all looked up at the white lace panties that only just covered her pussy from their gaze. She sat back down like Claire and Sarah and ten spun the bottle.
It landed on John. It was obvious from the look on his face that he was going to protest.
“Errm, do I have to take my trousers off? I mean it, err…” before John had a chance to explain himself, Claire interrupted,
“What’s the matter John? Us three girls are sat here and you’ve seen all of our panties. You’ve also seen the majority of my tits. So it is only fair that you take off your trousers or else you should have opted out at the start of the game.”
Gingerly John stood up and unbuttoned his jeans letting them fall to the floor. He seemed frozen in front of the group as the girls all blatantly stared at his bulging underwear. John sat down and crossed his legs, but it made no difference because his excitement could still be seen by anybody looking his way.
In an attempt to pretend that he didn’t have a throbbing hardon he spun the bottle. It landed on Amy. She felt much better in taking off her tight, white top now that John had just stood up with a bulging hardon in his pants. She lifted her top over her head and revealed a smallish, yet perfectly full set of bra clad breasts. She took her spin of the bottle and it landed on Andrew.
He stood up and revealed the same bulge that John had done previously except that his looked even larger. He quickly sat down and took the next spin. It landed on Sarah. Her heart sunk, but she wanted to get it over with quickly so she peeled off her loose green top and revealed the most perfect set of tits that the boys had even seen.
Amy noticed Andrew and John’s pants were moving as their hardon’s raged at the sight of Sarah’s perfect, young breasts. As she went to spin the bottle the boys watched her tits move and jiggle. This caused more visible throbbing.
It landed on David. It was an easy task for him because John and Andrew had gone before him so he stood up and revealed another bulging crotch to the room. He took his seat and then his spin.
It landed on Claire. She reached around and unclasped her bra, freeing another pair of large, perfect tits to the boys and their covered erections. She spun the bottle and it landed on Amy. Just like Sarah and Claire she chose to reveal her tits and leave her pussy hidden. Her tits were perky and her nipples were slightly puffy.
The three boys sat there in awe, looking at the three sets of beautiful tits that sat before them. No real conversations had taken place since the game had commenced and so it made people jump when Amy spoke,
“Looks like the game is about to get interesting!” Everybody else thought that the game was already interesting, but they knew what she meant.
Amy took her spin and it landed on John. He was fed up of being the first, but thought better of complaining. He stood up and took of his underpants. His erection sprung free and stood out pointing at the girls. He sat back down, but the girls could still glance at his hardon pointing up to his belly-button.
“Can I get dressed now?” John asked.
“Haha, no way, if it lands on you now you have to do a forfeit. The person who spins gets to choose the forfeit.” Claire’s further instructions left John sat in front of the group with his fully erect penis on display.
John took his spin and it landed back on Amy. Once again she might have resisted, but she glanced at John and his hard cock and then slipped off her panties. The boys didn’t get to see much because she remained seated and crossed her legs quickly. She spun the bottle and it pointed to Andrew.
He tried to adopt Amy’s method of staying seated, but his large erection pointed right up from behind his crossed legs and so the girls got to see everything anyway. He spun and it landed on Claire.
Claire had been the most outgoing all night and so it was no surprise that she stood up to remove her panties. The boys all stared at Claire’s completely shaven pussy and Amy noticed Andrew’s erection throbbing against his stomach.
Claire took the bottle and gave it a spin. It landed on Sarah who was too shy to stand. She removed her panties and the boys got no joy in seeing what she had to offer. She took her spin and it landed on David. He stayed sat down and lifted his pants over his hardon that bounced free and pointed skywards.
The 3 boys and 3 girls sat there for a moment, glancing quickly at the naked bodies in front of them. The girls looked at the three erections whilst the boys sized-up the 3 sets of perfect tits that sat before them.
“Ok David, give it a spin then. Remember, we do forfeits now.” Claire reminded David that the game was yet to continue.
David gave it a spin and it landed on Sarah.
“Now what?” David asked.
“Give Sarah a forfeit David. It’s easy,” Claire said.
“Yeah, but like what?”
“Anything you like. If she refuses to do whatever it is then she admits that she is frigid and a loser. If she does it then she stays in the game. Really, it’s easy,” Calire urged.
David understood the rules, as did everybody else, but he was too shy to just dare Sarah to give him a blowjob so he kept it simple.
“Sarah, your forfeit is to squeeze Amy’s boobs.” It was the best that David could think of.
Sarah looked at Amy and then leaned over and cupped both of her tits and squeezed and kneaded them for about 20 seconds.
Sarah then took her spin of the bottle and it landed back on David. She knew why David had given her such an easy dare, but he had a throbbing erection, so she thought better of giving him an equally boring one.
“David I dare you to play with and suck on both of Claire’s tits for 2 minutes.” David stood up and walked across the circle with his hardon pointing straight ahead of him. He sat next to Claire and cupped her warm, ample breasts and began squeezing them. He licked her nipples and sucked them. The rest of the group just sat there watching.
After around 2 minutes, David released Claire’s nipple from his mouth and went back to his place in the circle.
Claire took her spin of the bottle and it landed on Amy.
“Amy I dare you to give John a handjob for 2 minutes.” Amy had never touched an erection before and so she was nervous of the challenge set before her. She stood up and walked over to John. This gave the boys a chance to look at her perfect, shaved pussy and firm ass. She sat next to John who sat with his legs outstretched in front of him. Amy put wrapped her soft hand around his erection and began to give the handjob.
Suddenly, on what must have been only her 5th stroke, John sighed quietly and spurt after spurt of his warm cum was pumped around the circle. Most of it landed on John, but a large proportion landed on Amy’s tits and stomach.
Once again John was left embarrassed at being the first, but everybody else was now much more relaxed. Amy went back to her place in the circle and sat down. She was far too excited and curious to bother cleaning the cum of her body and so she sat there with it rolling around her puffy nipples and on to her flat stomach.
John, who still had an erection, took his spin of the bottle. It landed on Sarah. He really was unsure what to dare her. After all he had just been made to cum in front of the group and was now sat there was wads of cum on his cock and chest. He shot a glance at Amy and saw that his cum was still glistening around her tits and had made its way down to her legs and inner thigh.
“Ok Sarah I dare you to finger Claire.” Time stood still.
“No way, I’m not a lesbian,” Sarah protested. “I’ll do anything, but not touch another girl.
“I’ve just been made to cum in front of you all and your complaining that your dare is too harsh! Doesn’t this mean that she is out of the game Claire?”
“I’m afraid so Sarah.” Claire was happy that Sarah wouldn’t do the dare, as she too was uneasy with being touched by another girl.
Sarah took a deep sigh and walked over to where Claire was sitting.
“Fine, fine, I’ll do it because I’m not a wuss John!”
Uneasily Claire opened her legs and the boys got a first class view of her pussy. It was as perfect as her breasts. Completely shaved and smooth. Sarah ran her fingers over Clair’s pussy and easily slipped one finger in.
Sarah could not believe how wet Clair’s pussy was. Sarah knew that her own pussy was wet from watching John cum all over Amy’s tits, but this was far more.
She moved her finger in and out slowly, carefully brushing against Clair’s clit with her thumb. This show, like John’s, was short lived as Claire was unable to withhold a moan as she started to orgasm in response to Sarah’s hand touching her sensitive clit.
Sarah removed her now wet finger and went back to her place in the circle. She prayed that the bottle would land on John so she could get revenge for her lesbian show. It hadn’t really sunk in that she had just made an attractive girl orgasm by fingering her pussy in front of a three boys with hardons. When she began to think about it, her pussy became like Claire’s and she ached to be touched.
Sarah took her spin and it landed on Andrew. Sarah thought for a moment of what to dare. Should she be cruel and make him do something gay or be selfish and ask him to be the first boy to lick her pussy or let her friend Amy have some fun?
“Andrew I dare you to suck on Amy’s clit until she cums.” Not even Claire could believe how outgoing Sarah had