Culture Shock 12/23 SeXStoRY

After booting up the Internet and logging on to Messenger, Elaine was notified of two new messages in her email box. She knew one was from herself. She'd emailed a whole host of links she'd unearthed after Googling the names 'Gloria Brame' and 'Jay Wiseman' on the library's computer earlier in the day. They were the authors that had set Gary on his path. Between classes she'd had a bit of spare time and the library seemed to be the logical and safest place to go. At the time she hadn't been so sure whether it had been better to be ogled by the geeks or by the general population of the college. She'd plumped for the geeks. At least they'd been quiet about it. Thank God for libraries. In any case, some of the quotes and extracts she'd read from the two respected authors had stuck in her mind, and during the ensuing hours, Elaine had decided that rather than following the links, she'd take the plunge and buy the books that appeared to be the most recommended. So she deleted the email. The other email was from Gary and she held her breath as she opened it. Greetings Elaine, Forgive me but I'm having dinner with my mother tonight. She's out from California and is going home on Sunday. I told her I was meeting someone online at 9.30 P.M. but if it's okay with you, I'll make it 10.00 P.M. so she thinks I put off my 'date' for her. She'll love me for it. She thinks I'm crazy as it is, meeting with someone online. Also, I spoke with Nica. She won't think you are a nut now. ;-) Gary Elaine swallowed as she clicked the reply button and sent a 'thank you for letting me know, Sir' email. With over an hour of free time that she wasn't expecting, she was determined to use it well and not think about Nica. Opening her Amazon.com account, she ran a simple search on the authors for whom she was looking. After purchasing SM101 — A Realistic Introduction, she couldn't help but throw in Tricks to Please a Man, both by Jay Wiseman. To these publications she added the legendary Different Loving - A Complete Exploration of the World of Sexual Dominance and Submission, by William and Gloria Brame, then practically busted her monthly book allowance by also buying Come Hither — A Commonsense Guide to Kinky Sex, by Gloria Brame alone. I hope they're delivered in plain paper, Elaine thought, smiling to herself. It wasn't until she was trying to figure out when the books would be delivered that she realised she'd probably have to hide them. She could keep them in her closet with her toys, she supposed. No, dammit. I'll put them with my other books. I'm not ashamed. I WON'T be ashamed. Her diary, sitting quietly beside her computer where she'd left it, distracted her. Inside it was Nica's number. She hadn't thought about it much at all, but knowing Gary had done the prelim work with Nica was strange. There was a woman out there who would be able to tell Elaine that Gary was really who he said he was, and she was waiting for her call. Elaine knew that Simone, 'acquiescent', had said as much in the chat room, but talking on the phone to someone who actually knew Gary was a bizarre prospect. Without thinking, she picked up her bag from beside her desk and went through it, finding her mobile. I'll put her number in, just in case I decide to call. Elaine could feel herself blushing while she did it. It was there now. Just a few buttons away. For a moment her phone fascinated her and she stared. She's so close. She could tell me I was okay. She could tell me I was not just okay, but that I was on the right track. I could find out. I promised myself I'd check. How far do I want to go before I check? It's not something he can fake is it? A female voice? I have to call her... She pressed the buttons and held the phone to her ear. It started ringing. I can't believe I'm doing this... "Hello? This is Nica." "Um, hi. This is Elaine speaking, a friend of Gary's. I'm sorry to bother you at this hour but-" "Elaine! Hello! I was not expecting your call for a few weeks yet!" She had an accent. Puerto Rican? Elaine had no idea. "Hello, Nica. I'm pleased to meet you, over the phone at least." "This is a very nice surprise. I did not know you would call so soon, baby!" "I'm sorry." "Ah, don't you worry. I feel like a big fat mother hen. If you were here in front of me, I would hug you!" Elaine giggled. She wondered what Nica was like... She'd assumed she was a subbie like her, but maybe she was wrong. "Thank you. I'm so nervous." "Ah, Elaine. C'mon. I'd say that's normal. Now, what would you like to know?" Elaine's mind went momentarily blank. I should have thought this over! "Um, how long have you known Gary?" she asked, it being the only question that came to her. "Antonio and I know Gary maybe five years now. He's a good man. He's wasting away." Elaine bit her lip. "Can you explain that?" she asked, a little worried. "I just mean he's so shy! I ask him, come to the Ren Fest. No he's busy. I say, come to the city with us. Oh, no. What about this and that, no he's busy. I don't know. He needs to open up again. Not be afraid of being hurt." "I won't hurt him. I'm worried about me, not him." "I know this, sweetie. I hear it in your voice." Elaine smiled again. Her cheeks were starting to hurt. "He's a good man?" "Oh yes. Fine man. He will treat you well. You will be safe with him. I must tell you something even Gary does not know." "Yes?" "When Leah leave... you know Leah?" "Yes." "When she leave, she say to me, she say, 'Nica, you tell him, is not his fault.' I never get the chance to say to him this." "Why not?" "Ah, this and that. We not go to the last couple of parties. Before that, Gary not come." "So you haven't seen him in a while?" "Oh, no. We see him last week. We buy a horse. Gary is getting a good, how you say... reputation for horses. He will do well. We stay for dinner. He can cook too." Nica laughed heartily. Elaine sighed with relief. "So he knows what he is doing?" "Oh, yes. I have seen him work. He is very good." Elaine's stock of off-the-cuff questions was exhausted and she didn't know what else to say. "Thank you, Nica," was all that occurred to her. "You welcome, baby. Nica is very impressed. Is that all?" "I can't think of anything else to ask. I should have thought about it first but I just rang." "Nica is glad you did. You can trust Nica to tell the truth. I promise this, Gary is a good Master, and if you can make him yours, you will not be sorry." A tear fell down Elaine's cheek. "Thank you, Nica. Thank you so much. Maybe I'll meet you one day and we can laugh about this." "Maybe one day. Antonio needs me, I gotta go, okay?" "Yes, thanks again." "You welcome. Bye-bye, baby." "Bye, Nica." Well, thought Elaine, still staring at her cell after disconnecting the call. That certainly wasn't Gary putting on an accent! Wow. Glancing at the computer, Elaine was pleased to see that Gary hadn't messaged her while she was on the phone. Checking the time, she saw it was nine thirty-eight P.M. She had to keep an eye on it in case he arrived early. She was so anxious to play she decided to get her toys out so she'd be ready. Sitting beside them on the bed, she checked them out again to make sure they were clean and the batteries in the vibrator worked. They did, but they were a little weak. She decided to run down the old ones then change them. She grinned. It felt awesome when she put new batteries in. It was like, whoa! Lots of fun. Licking her lips subconsciously, she remembered Gary's words. 'No playing until after we've talked'. That was the agreement. It wasn't an order. It was more like a promise. And there was never a question of Elaine breaking the promise. No matter how casually the gauntlet had been thrown down, she knew it was a gauntlet all the same. It was true that she'd only had a couple of opportunities, but she was glad she'd been able to resist. She was also glad it wasn't later in her cycle. That would have been hell. At a mental dead-end, and with nothing left to do while waiting for Gary to arrive, Elaine's mind wandered as she sat on the edge of her bed. What would it be like to be naked in front of someone, especially if they were fully clothed? Kendra knew. Maybe Chelsea was right. Maybe Kendra DID want to know what it was like. Or at least she wanted to 'know if she could do it'. Elaine couldn't have done it. Not before a crowd. Not even in her dreams had she been naked in front of a whole crowd of people. But what about in front of Gary? Goose bumps rose on Elaine's arms and legs as the fine hairs stood to attention. There was something about being naked in front of someone clothed... something erotic... so vulnerable and exposed. The difference between what she saw in her mind and what Kendra had done was fairly plain. Intimacy. Taking another look at the computer, Elaine soon found herself staring as she took hold of her t-shirt and drew it up her body and over her head. Almost mechanically she stood by her bed and undid the buttons on her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I want to be naked in front of him. For me, Elaine thought to herself. I won't mention it but I won't lie. A tremble ran over her skin, electrifying enough to make her close her eyes and mentally hold on. When she opened them, she was looking down at her toys. The idea of using them, even just attaching the clamps, crossed her mind. She wanted to feel the butt plug again too, and the dildo pumping in her cunt and the vibe on her clit, and... Fuck! she said when she glanced at the computer again, her heart leaping at the message that had popped up on the screen. Dashing over to her desk, she sat down and pulled her towel-covered chair under her ass, hardly believing she was completely naked. If only he knew! The message read, "Hello Elaine." "Greetings, Sir," she typed. "I'm sorry if you were waiting. I was in a dream world." "That's okay. It was only a moment. How was school?" "It was all right. Um, I have a confession to make. Well not really a confession..." "I'm listening." Elaine proceeded to tell Gary all about the bet she and her roommates had wagered, how it had turned out, and she even shared Chelsea's theory about Kendra's exhibitionism. She'd insisted it was just a theory. And she hadn't used names. And she'd told him 'in the strictest confidence'. He listened quietly as she told him about the crowd of people who watched and how amazed she'd been. Elaine suddenly realised she'd been talking about it for ten minutes. "Ugh, listen to me. I'm a motor mouth." "I like listening to you." She bit her lip and typed, "Thank you, Sir." "Did the bet interfere with your schoolwork?" "Um, yeah. A bit." "Then it probably wasn't a good idea." "No. It was a really stupid idea and I can't believe I decided to be in it. I don't know what I would have done if I'd lost." "You'd have run the stairs." "Probably." "I'm sure of it." Elaine stared at his words. "I'm glad I didn't lose." "Me too," Gary typed. Elaine was a little lost for words, thinking about what he'd just said. As usual, Gary seemed to read her mind. "Talking hypothetically again, if we had agreed that you would participate in the bet, and you lost, then you'd definitely have been doing the stairs." Elaine swallowed. Had she made a big mistake? Did he think less of her for doing such a silly thing? "Yes, Sir," she typed, her hands trembling. "Would we have agreed to my taking part?" "I don't know. We would have discussed it before I let you decide. I think I would have pointed out that your schoolwork might suffer. Apart from that, I'd say it was an educational experience. Though I think you could have made the same discoveries without making a wager with your roommates." "You mean going without panties..." "Yes. You learned you could do it, didn't you?" Elaine's body was tingling all over. All this talk was turning her on fiercely. "Yes. I learned I could go without panties. I learned it was incredibly distracting too." "Which is what I would have pointed out." "Because you want me to do well in school?" "I want you to be who you want to be. I want you to succeed in anything you choose to do." Elaine smiled. Gary was typing again so she sat quietly. "Nica called me a few minutes ago." Elaine swallowed. "That was fast." "She promised she'd call if you did." Elaine was unsure how to proceed. "She's wonderful. How old is she?" "Late thirties I think. A gentleman doesn't ask," he typed, then winked. A stony silence settled between them. Elaine wasn't sure if Gary was waiting for her or not, so she typed, "I don't know what to say." "Well, you could say I passed. Unless I flunked." "Oh, God. Sorry. No. I mean, yes. You passed, Sir." "Chuckles. Thanks for telling me. I was considering strangling Nica for a moment there." "Oh, please don't!" Elaine sent a huge grin. "I won't. She said you sounded lovely." "Please thank her for me." "I will." A more comfortable silence developed and Elaine could hear herself breathing. Her fingers started typing like they were remotely controlled. She had no idea where they were taking her. Later she thought it was fate... "I feel safer now. Knowing someone who respects you is a great comfort. Having my doubts removed is a feeling I'm not sure I'm comfortable with, but it's a big relief all the same." "I'm glad." "Me too." "I bet you are. So now that you are satisfied, what changes?" "Um, it opens the door." "To what?" "To a meeting." "That's right." Elaine hesitated. "I'm scared." "Of what?" "I don't know." "Think about it." Elaine did. Probably her biggest fear was losing control. Not just control over herself, but control over her life. What would be expected of her? Would it be like a detention centre where there were homework demands and grade expectations and lights out times? Would he tell her what to wear or how to act? How much would she have to change and how much would she have to learn? Would she be punished if she failed? Would she be 'coached' to please him, both in public and in private? She wasn't sure if she could do it... was she trainable? Did she want to be trained? Would he take his time and help her explore her abilities and limits? She didn't even know what he expected of her. What would he do? Would it be hard? Then there was another thing. Something just as important. She was afraid of herself... afraid of her potential reactions. What if she hated D/s or didn't like Gary? Could she back out quietly and safely? What if she wasn't good at something or couldn't do something that was asked of her? Would he be forgiving? Elaine's mind was swirling. What if he makes fun of me? What if I can't control myself and I leave myself open to... to... anything? What if I make a fool of myself? God, she thought. What if I love it? "I'm afraid of exposing all I am to someone," she typed, gritting her teeth and fighting to keep her knees apart. The embers of passion were burning brightly within her, stoked by a soft breeze, as if on the verge of ignition. "The first time is the hardest. I remember being so nervous. I think being potentially Dominant and relatively gregarious went in my favour. But you won't be meeting a group of people. At first it will only be me." "I'm still scared." "I know. I'll take your lead on this." "You don't know how much I appreciate you saying that." "Sure I do. But I want you to remember, it's just a meeting that you are contemplating. One hour. Somewhere public. I expect you to have a 'call back' too." "What's a 'call back'?" "Someone who calls during our meeting to check on you. Make up a code. For example, let's use your mother. What's her name?" "Angelina," said Elaine. "Then for example, when she rings to check up on you, if you call her Angelina, then everything is fine. However, if you call her 'Angie', then, 'Something is wrong! Come and get me the hell out of here!'" "That's a good idea." "It's not original." "Thank you anyway." "Welcome. The good thing is, you don't have to admit to your 'call back' that our meeting is 'part of the lifestyle'. Having someone checking up on you is simply a good idea when meeting online friends." "I understand. It's still 'crossing over' though..." "Yeah, I know. I guess what I'm saying is, don't let your imagination confuse the issue. It's just a meeting. One hour. Somewhere safe. There is nothing to fear." "I'm hearing your words, Sir. Maybe I just need to sl**p on it..." "Nods softly. Calling Nica was very brave. I'm proud of you." Elaine's chest swelled. She sat up straighter. "Um, I've also been er, good." "You haven't played?" "No, Sir." "Then I am proud of you for what you have achieved this week. You've impressed me, Elaine." "Thank you, Sir." "I expect you to celebrate." Elaine swallowed. Celebrate? She wasn't sure what he meant. Did he mean by playing? Like, joyfully? She giggled. "What do you mean, Sir?" she typed, willing herself not to add a tongue poking out. "I'm so pleased you asked," he sent, winking. "Well, if you were good, and had impressed me and made me proud, how do you think I might reward you?" "Um, I don't know?" "I'd reward you by giving you pleasure, Elaine. Wouldn't I?" "I... I guess so." "So therefore, I'd like you to give yourself pleasure, as I would." Elaine stared at his words, her hands frozen over the keys as images paraded themselves before her eyes. She had no idea what to type. She couldn't ask, 'how'? Could she? "Do you understand?" he asked. "I think so," Elaine typed, hands beginning to tremble. "I can try." "It would please me if you did." "Then I'll definitely try." "And you'll sl**p on the idea of meeting." The trembling didn't stop. If anything, it got worse. "Yes, Sir. I'll sl**p on it." "Okay, and I want you to remember a few things." "Yes, Sir?" "Firstly, I want you to remember that we are simply two people who are curious about each other. Secondly, that we appear to 'connect' and very importantly we can laugh together. And lastly, we are attracted to one another. It's as simple as that. We like each other. In this way, we are no different to any other potential couple in the world. If we keep things simple, then there's no reason why we shouldn't meet." Elaine knew his words sounded reassuring. They were reassuring. Perhaps it was just 'relinquishing control' that she was afraid of confronting. Elaine thought that made sense. "Thank you for your words." "Welcome. Let's just keep it simple, okay?" "Yes. Thank you." "It's okay. Hear my voice. I'm looking into your eyes and whispering... It's okay." "Nods slowly." "Good girl. Take your time. You know how I feel. And you know I want to meet you. I don't need to repeat it, do I?" "No, Sir." "Okay. I want your questions, Elaine. I want them all. Not right now, as it's getting late, but answering them would please me, understand?" "Yes." "Good. Next time we talk, we will examine and discuss our limits, okay?" Elaine swallowed. Yes! "Okay, Sir." "It will be an intimate conversation. Do you understand that?" "We'll be talking about the kinds of things I could do and could not do. And the kinds of things you could do and could not do." "That's very good. We'll be talking about your body and my body. We'll be talking about what we like and what we don't like, and of course, what we imagine we might desire of each other. We'll be assessing frankly, calling a spade a spade." Elaine's breath was becoming ragged, and her heart felt too big for her chest. Somehow she typed, "I'm looking forward to it." She almost giggled at her audacity. Instead she shook her head. "So am I," Gary typed back, with a grin. "I've almost finished describing the items in the list you had question marks over. I'll send it back to you tomorrow. Let me know when you've finished it. Then we'll talk about it, okay?" "Yes, Sir." "Okay. Good." He started typing again. "I'm just trying to think of anything I might have forgotten. Well, there is one thing. I want you to remain realistic. I'm not perfect. Don't expect some perfect man or perfect gentleman or perfect lover. I make mistakes just like anyone else. I forget things and I can't do everything on my own. I recognise my imperfections and I'm not averse to talking about them. I like to know when I screw up so I can do something about it." "That's a good trait, Sir." "And I just thought of something else." "Yes?" "Before we meet, I want you to get used to calling me, 'Gary'. I have appreciated and enjoyed the respect you have extended to me, Elaine. But if we are going to meet as equals, I want you to think of me as Gary first, and as Sir second." "How do I do that?" Elaine asked. "I'm sorry, I just don't want to do something wrong." "It's okay. How about mixing it up a bit? You may still call me Sir whenever you like. At some moments or points in our conversations, one or the other may appear to be more appropriate, but when we're just chatting, I'm encouraging you to think of me as Gary." "I understand," Elaine typed. "Thank you for helping me with this." "You're welcome." "Sometimes I don't know what to ask. You are making it very easy for me." "That's my aim." Elaine nodded. Realising Gary couldn't see her nod, she typed, "Thanks, Sir." She giggled at her words. "I mean, Gary." She sent a big grin and he sent one back. "You are most welcome, Elaine. Now, if you don't mind, I am going to go masturbate and think about you. So you may go and play now." He winked. If Elaine had been nursing a cup of coffee, she would have spilled it all over herself. A shudder ran through her body that grew in intensity the more clearly the image in her head appeared. Playtime was close and her body knew it. As her thighs clenched and her mouth opened, a flood of pleasure pulsed through her veins. For a second she held onto the seat of her chair, steadying herself and willing her knees to part. When she opened her eyes, she saw Gary had sent another message. "Are you okay?" "Yes. I'm just... Argh! I'm very horny, Sir. The thought of you playing just sends me. I need to play so badly. And I'm not going to last long either." "Keep talking like that and nor will I." Elaine blushed crimson, and she suddenly felt hot all over. She licked her lips, soothing her dry mouth. "I have to go. I can't think any more. I'm sorry." "I'll take that as a compliment. Good night, Elaine." She wanted to thank Gary again. Shit, she wanted to hug him. "Good night, Gary. And thank you for being understanding. For everything." "Shhh. Go play." "Yes, Sir. I'm going." Elaine felt light-headed as she switched off the computer and sat in her chair a moment, staring at the blank screen. Her nipples were so tight they hurt. Somehow she'd kept them at the back of her mind, though they'd been hard for over an hour. Maybe longer. God. On and off they'd been hard for days. Reaching up, Elaine lightly brushed her fingertips over them. They were so hard they bent at the base. A soft murmur of pleasure escaped from her lips, turning into an anguished groan as she caught her nipples between her fingers and thumbs, pinching them lightly. Shuddering again, her eyes started to flutter closed but she stopped them. Turning in the chair, she spied her toys on the bed. She swallowed again, trying to quench the desert in her mouth. Her legs felt weak as she stood and almost stumbled across the room, giggling and astounded at the same time. It only took one step to notice how hot and wet her pussy was. Before she'd taken a second one, her hand was between her legs. She didn't want to drip everywhere. She didn't have the same concern for her bed as she sat down, distracted by the small cache of playthings. Taking short hard breaths, she picked up the ball gag, thinking, I'm going to need this. Fitting it between her teeth and buckling it, her eyes strayed to the rest of her toys, focussing on the one she hadn't tried. The dildo. The similarity in colour to the shirt she'd worn made her giggle behind the gag. Her eyes flicked to the butt plug but the thoughts she had were discarded as too ambitious. Turning to her bedside table, Elaine fished around until she'd found the new batteries she'd bought, setting them on the tabletop and turning the light down until it was almost dark. Leaning back on the bed, she grabbed the vibrator and turned it on, raking it over her torso and breasts. They felt so hard, like speed bumps on her body. Another pass over each nipple made her groan. Nakedly she threw her legs open, reaching for the dildo and angling it for penetration between her legs. He'd tease me, she thought, groaning in frustration as she put aside the idea of fucking herself hard and immediately. Instead she closed her eyes, holding her breath as the toy approached, awaiting the feel of the blunt tool parting her lips. Barely touch yourself, he'd say. Her skin crackled with pleasure, her nipples throbbed and her scalp prickled. Still the toy descended, agonisingly slowly, her hips rising off the bed in anticipation. Stop, his voice commanded. Elaine froze, an erotic sculpture in the making, the toy a hair's breadth from making contact. She whimpered. She was already a wreck. With control bordering on the obsessive, Elaine's tightly wound body held its form, arched in search of her single-minded pleasure. Gently, he admonished. At his direction, she touched her slick lips with the cool tip of the toy, moving slowly upward, parting the folds before it. Swirling it downward, coating it with her copious juices, Elaine gasped as it pressed into her core. Don't cum. Gritting her teeth into the gag, for a moment she held the toy poised, the head wedging open the bubbling pit of her self-induced agony. Her stomach muscles rippled. Just the feeling of an inch of penetration was almost enough to send her over the edge. She held her breath. Nice and slow. Elaine began a deep anguished groan as she sank the thick toy slowly into herself. The muscles in her legs and ass twitched and her eyes slowly rolled back into her head. "Nnnngggggggg!!!" Pressing the pink invader further into herself caused her to gasp through her nose. She froze with the toy deep inside, reaching desperately for her vibrator. She switched it on and just the sound and feel of it in her hand was enough to make her moan. Trailing it down her stomach made her clench her ass, tightening down on the pink latex cock buried in her pussy. The dildo had stretched her open deep inside. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced and one she knew she'd want again and again. Sliding the ridged, latex shaft gradually out was sweet torture. Before she'd had a chance to mourn its loss, she slid it back in. Her hips jerked, steadily building a rhythm as her self-control wilted. The buzzing vibrator skimmed over her pubic bone, sending shockwaves of pleasure crashing into her clit. "Nnnngggggggg!!!" In frantic need, Elaine's hips arched even higher and as she drove the dildo into herself and held it. A rolling hum like the sound of an approaching train began in her ears. She could almost feel its approach as the ground started shaking. Louder and louder came the sound in her ears. Her body was a tuning fork, trembling at the speed of sound. It barely registered that she'd pressed the vibe against her throbbing clit. Cum for me! The elastic band attaching her to reality snapped. With a plaintive cry, Elaine's train of pleasure crashed into her. Maniacally thrusting her hips into the air, she would have been glad the gag between her teeth effectively muffled her screams of delight. But she didn't hear herself. The train was rolling right over her, ringing in her ears as her bones rattled and shook. When she came to, less than ten minutes later, she was lying in a very wet spot on the bed. Realising such a short time had passed was a wicked relief that sent a chill through her body. She wanted more! Actually making it happen was a different story. Elaine had little strength in her rubbery arms and legs, rendering movement physically exhausting. For a moment she relaxed, planning her next move. should have put the clamps on, that would have been insane, she thought. But he didn't tell me to, came the reply that made her blink. If he knew I wanted more he'd make me put them on. He'd use me progressively more deeply, getting into my head and my body. Her breath shuddered in her chest and her pussy fluttered up and down the length the toy still deeply embedded. The hand lying passively in her crotch twitched and came alive, stretching to lightly caress the lips of her pussy stretched tightly around the toy. I'm so wet. I feel like I'm on fire! Just the slightest touch had caused her clitoris to rise up again, unhooded and aching for attention. But she dared not touch herself there. Not until she'd replaced the batteries in the vibe. Leaning on her elbow, she found the plastic toy and retrieved the new batteries, silently going about the task. He's going to torment me. I just know it. She whimpered as she lay back down. A glance at her body was enough to confirm her nipples were still as hard as ever. She turned the vibrator on low, feeling her heart palpitate as the toy leapt to life. Dragging it across her nipples, her back arched and she almost sobbed. Clamp them. Leaving the buzzing toy leaning against her hip, she found the iniquitous devices. With trembling fingers, she tightened each one down on the pebble-like balls of flesh that her nipples had become. Dragging her nails up her thighs, she moaned softly when she thought she was done. Tighter. She groaned as contractions swept the length of her pussy, her hands reaching for each clamp, adjusting them to a tight pinch that made her see stars. They almost burned! 'Ooh, Goddd, ' went through her mind, leaving her mouth as a strangled cry. Feverishly she attacked her pussy, slowly withdrawing the dildo sending paroxysms of pleasure through her loins. Resisting the temptation to shove it firmly back in, the desire to see how wet she was swamped her mind. She shuddered again as the toy came free, holding it up so it entered her vision. She took one look at the glistening latex phallus, and watched amazed as liquid with a honey-like consistency slowly coagulated into droplets that adorned the toy, running together and threatening to drip off onto her body. Hold it over your face. Let it drip on you. Her eyes were glued to the tip of the toy as she held it over herself. The drop forming there slowly ballooned before reaching critical mass. Fascinated, Elaine beheld the sight of her own juices, stretching thin and reaching down to touch her face as if in slow motion. The gossamer thread snapped and she flinched as the tail fell wetly on her cheek. Wipe the toy across your face. Her cheeks burned hotly and her pussy throbbed. Her nipples tingled somewhere between pleasure and pain, while her pulsing clit ached for her touch. She was on edge again! Complying fitfully, she closed her eyes as she crisscrossed her face with the sides of the toy, smearing her juices all over herself. Such a dirty girl... A tight contraction deep in her cunt sent Elaine's thighs snapping together and clenching tightly, squeezing the bud of her clitoris and magnifying the gratuitous pleasure. "Nnngggggggggg!!!" she groaned pitifully. Get on your hands and knees, then fuck your pussy for me. She could hardly wait as she scrambled into position, taking the toy into her hand and reaching under herself, between her legs. The pretty baubles swayed from the ends of the clamps, sparkling in the light from her bedside lamp as her wet face contorted into a determined grimace. Sliding the dildo slowly into herself, in moments she was being fucked again. "NNNGGGGGGGGG!!!" You love it... She fucked herself harder at the thought, submitting to her desires. Her breath whistled through her nose and she gasped around the gag as she fought for oxygen. Within a minute she was fucking herself hard, using the full length of the six-inch toy and wishing it was longer. And wider! Glimpsing her approaching climax, she fumbled for the vibrator, finding it and flicking the switch on the end to 'high'. Wait. Fuck yourself harder. 'Oh, please!' were her intended words as electricity charged through her body. Distorted by the gag, a desperate moan for release gurgled in her throat. With each thrust of the dildo, every nerve ending between her knees and her neck was firing, causing contractions in her muscles that grew in intensity the closer they were to her cunt. Harder. Put your weight on your chest. Pull a pillow under yourself. The toy plunged incessantly into her frothing pussy and Elaine could feel rivulets of juices running down her legs. Oh God forgive me, I love being fucked! With her chin she manoeuvred her pillow under the top of her chest. Her nipples dragged across the sheet as she lowered her upper body, taking her weight. She shuddered, her orgasm threatening to burst. Willing herself back from the inferno blazing seemingly inches away, Elaine gritted her teeth around the gag. Hold the vibe hard against your clit and fuck yourself as fast as you can. Don't cum for ten seconds. The sound of her own voice echoed in her head as everything went black. A strange calm seemed to flow into the corners of her mind as the fire of her destiny consumed her body. Her almost violent climax built and built, finally shattering and taking with it every last ounce of her being. Incredibly, as her body shuddered and twitched, she managed to remain conscious. Opening her eyes widely, she could feel her pussy bearing down, fighting the blur of the thrusting dildo. I'm going to cum again! Her clit leapt and spasmed, the vibe still buzzing shrilly against it. Wetness pulsed around the dildo, running in waves down her thighs as she fucked herself even harder. Elaine's mind seemed crystal clear as a burning climax ripped through her. Surrendering her control, a moment of unbridled joy hit Elaine like a truck. Squealing her pleasure around the gag, her body went rigid, suspended in time for a moment, then shook like a sapling in a tornado. Collapsing forward in the midst of her orgasm, the tight clamps rolled off her nipples, sending twin spikes of pain into her mind, the waves of which radiated across her chest. "Nnnggggggg..." she complained softly, squeezing her eyes shut as the bl**d pounded. The withdrawn toys fell from her grasp and for long minutes her body quivered, a mass of spent jelly. Silence greeted her as her senses reawakened. She rolled onto her side, her chest heaving with the effort. With the little strength she had left she unbuckled and removed the gag, stretching her jaw as she laid her head down on the pillow. She promised herself she'd get up in a minute, as soon as the feeling in her legs returned. Fuck. That was amazing. How can I even contemplate the idea of NOT liking sex? Random ripples of pleasure rolled over her skin as her breathing calmed. Blushing hotly, she hoped she'd be able to retain her self-respect when she was finally with a man. What if I can't control myself? she wondered, frowning. Then I'll need controlling... She giggled at the thought, covering her mouth as if she might be heard. That just made her laugh even louder. She rolled onto her back, her hands holding her smooth tummy as she rejoiced in her satiation. She was elated and adrenaline pumped through her veins. Smiling broadly at the folly of her thoughts and the exhaustion of her needs, she shook her head and swung her legs off the bed. It was two eighteen A.M. Time to get cleaned up, and to get some sl**p, she decided as she giggled again, tiptoeing nakedly to the bathroom.

Sweet Dreams My Love (Part 1 of 3) SeXStoRY

My wife Lindsey cannot take her drink - at all - and she does enjoy a drink. She always has, ever since we met ten years ago. She was only 17 then, and one of those girls who rebelled against everything. Her parents had been quite strict with her as a teenager, not allowing her to go out drinking until she was of age. Inevitably, the first opportunity she got on her 18th birthday she went out and got completely slaughtered. We met at college when we were both 17 and Lindsey was a lovely girl but because of her strict upbringing, she was quite shy and reserved, especially when it came to sex. So when Lindsey could start going out and drinking, she enjoyed the way that alcohol gave her a bit of confidence, in fact it took a few drinks before she finally had sex with me and repeatedly whenever we did have sex, she would always have a drink first to 'loosen herself up.' Unfortunately, she couldn't hold her drink and although she really enjoyed it, she eventually realized that she really shouldn't drink. Not because she would get in fights or do other stupid things, because she didn't - she would just go extremely silly and giddy, then usually throw up and pass out. It would then end up with me or one of Lindsey’s friends carrying her home and putting her to bed. Not how you want to end your nights out! After two years we got married, and a year later we had our first c***d, which brought us even closer, and if possible even more in love. Our second c***d brought even more joy to our lives, but it was around then that our sex life took a bit of a knock. Lindsey had only ever slept with me, as her parents had been so strict with her as a teenager. I had taken her virginity at 17 when we met, and when I asked her if her lack of sexual experiences bothered her she always said that she had never wanted to sl**p around even when she was a teenager. She was perfectly happy with me - if she wasn't then she wouldn't have got married! The proof of her devotion came one night when she went on a very rare night out with some of her female friends. She had been careful not to drink too much, but unfortunately a friend of hers bought a couple of cokes and put vodka in them, not knowing how easily she got d***k. As the night wore on, Lindsey got chatted up by a group of young lads who saw how d***k she was, and sensed an opportunity to pull her. As the alcohol took its toll on her, she somehow got split up from her friends and ended up back at the house of one of the boys. The lad who had taken her home and his friend both tried it on with her, and if Lindsey had wanted to sl**p with anyone, she could have. She kissed them both, and one lad had a bit of a grope - feeling her breasts and managing to get a hand down her knickers at one point - but Lindsey resisted and somehow managed to organize herself a taxi and get home. She was in a terrible state, d***k and confused but also quite horny when she got home and she confessed all to me. She was ashamed at how far she had let the lads go, but I told her not to worry about it, just before she started to throw up and I put her to bed. We discussed what had happened the following day, and Lindsey apologized but I told her it really didn't matter. She hadn't actually done anything, and even if she had done something I would have forgiven her. Lindsey looked at me incredulously, and I explained that I loved her so of course I would forgive her. She still seemed unconvinced so I added that I sometimes felt bad about her only ever sl**ping with me. I had been with several girls before Lindsey, but to date I was still her only partner. Lindsey insisted as she had done before that she didn't want anyone else, and I believed her. If she had wanted to do something, she would have done it the night before. How would I have ever known? She asked me if I was mad at her for letting them touch her up and I told her not to be so silly. Lindsey finally seemed happier and we let it go after that, but the entire incident had brought something to my attention. Something not about Lindsey, but about me. I had realized that I wanted her to sl**p with someone. The very thought of it made me hard, and as we had talked I got a huge erection. I started to think about it all the time, especially while me made love. Visions of Lindsey with other men scorched my brain, and would fire me up like nothing else I had ever dreamed of. I tried to raise the subject with my wife whenever I could, but she would always dismiss any suggestions I might make. I tried to gently tease her into maybe doing something, including taking her to the nude beach when we went on holiday, and we watched some porn with several guys who had huge cocks, but I began to realize that the idea just didn't do anything for Lindsey. I never actually came out with the fact that I wanted to see her with another man, but I hinted as strongly as I could and probed her as much as I dared, but finally concluded that she simply wasn't wired up the same way as me. She was happy with everything the way it was. Truth be told, I was happy too. But dirty thoughts of my gorgeous wife with another man just wouldn't go away. I finally decided to tell her, one night when we were making love. Lindsey must have been able to tell that my mind was elsewhere and she asked me what I was thinking of. She thought I was thinking of someone else and got quite upset, so I decided to tell her the truth. When I told her that I was imagining her with another man, she took it quite well. At first she was quiet, but then she said that if that was what turned me on, then that was fine. However, I had to realize that while it was fine as a fantasy that was all it would ever be. I nodded my understanding, pretending that it was fine even while my heart sank. On our next holiday, in Cyprus I managed to talk Lindsey into going topless on the beach. Seeing her laid in full view of everybody on the beach, with her perfectly formed 34B breasts exposed drove me wild, but that was as close as I ever got to realizing any of my fantasies. Even so, I was happy because she accepted my fantasies and would sometimes encourage me to think of them because she liked the way I would always make love to her with such visions burning in my mind's eye. I accepted that I would never get to see Lindsey with anyone else and really never expected it to happen, however her Achilles' heel - alcohol - had a big part to play in what happened next. My fantasies and Lindsey’s acceptance of them had rekindled our love life, but a few months after it began to return to the old routine of before. I confided in my parents that our marriage was losing some its sparkle, and they offered to have the k**s overnight occasionally, now that they were growing a little older. That way we could have dinner parties, or even weekends together. I went home and suggested the idea to Lindsey and she agreed that we should take them up on the offer. Money was tight, so weekends away were difficult but we decided to throw a dinner party for some friends of ours, which went very well. Next we had a barbecue and again it was a great success. It soon became a regular thing, and we always enjoyed ourselves, despite Lindsey having to be careful not to drink too much. Most of our friends were couples, which was great for both of us as we always had some same-sex company, but one night after a barbecue all the girls went home early, leaving just Lindsey and I with two of my buddies, Jason and Leighton. Jason was a quiet guy, a bit of a geek really, but I had known him since college and liked him a lot. He had never married, despite having a couple of girlfriends. He was single again right then, and had been for six months but we always invited him because both Lindsey and I felt sorry for him. Leighton was the opposite. He was tall and dark and a real lady-killer. I knew Lindsey fancied him, and vice-versa but although they would often flirt there was no chance of anything ever happening. Not that Leighton wouldn't like to, he would often comment on how sexy Lindsey was and how lucky I was to have her, but he would never to anything against me. We had been work-mates years ago and had stayed close friends since. Plus, although Lindsey admitted to me that she thought he was very sexy, she told me to forget any of my fantasies coming true with Leighton. He was married to a lovely girl called Barbie and there was no chance she would do anything against her friend, even if she was 'that type of girl!' which I knew she wasn't. This one night however, Lindsey found herself with the three of us, and as usual Leighton was flirting lightly with her, much to the amusement of Jason and I. She kept topping her vodka and coke up and after a while I noticed that she was drinking a little too much, so I stopped her in the kitchen to point it out. She told me that she felt a little bit uncomfortable with there being no other girls there, so I let her have a couple of drinks more. That was a bit of a mistake. Or not, depending on how you look at it. Leighton saw that Lindsey was getting d***k when she next came into the front room where we were sat drinking. She staggered slightly as she sat opposite us and tried to join in our conversation, but Leighton began to tease and flirt with her, commenting on how sexy she looked in the tight t-shirt was wearing. I noticed that her nipples were erect and poking through her bra and shirt, right as Lindsey also noticed and she covered her modest breasts with her hands, blushing furiously. We all laughed as she dashed upstairs and came back down with yet another drink. She had changed into a baggy pajama top, although she still had her jeans on. I should describe her at this point I suppose. Lindsey is of average height, about 5'5" but she is very slender and petite and has a lovely figure to say that she has had two k**s. Leighton asked if she still had her bra underneath the pajama top and Lindsey nodded, reminding him that he had a wife at home! Leighton reminded her that his wife didn't have any breasts (she was very flat-chested, barely an A-cup) so Lindsey’s modest B-cups were quite something to him! The flirting continued for a while, when Lindsey’s eyes suddenly glazed over and she said she didn't feel very well. I told her off for drinking too much, and she said she had better go to bed. A short while later we could all hear her being sick, and I went upstairs to check on her. She had thrown up (luckily in the toilet) before falling asl**p on the bathroom floor, so I picked her up and put her into bed. Before pulling the covers off her, I took her jeans off, tucking her into bed in her pajama top and underwear. I left the bedroom door open, so I would be able to hear her from downstairs if she called out for me, and returned to the lads downstairs. We were busy playing on my games console, but besides the toilet flushing there wasn't any further noise from upstairs. Jason went up to use the bathroom, so I asked him to check in on Lindsey and see if she was back in bed and okay. He walked upstairs and Leighton and I carried on playing the game. After a few minutes, Jason hadn't returned and Leighton and I joked that he must be taking a crap, but when he still didn't come back a good five minutes later, I thought he might be having a problem with Lindsey so I went upstairs to see if everything was okay. I found Jason standing in the bedroom doorway, and he spun around as he heard me approach. "Is she all right?" I asked him as I stood with him in the doorway. "Y-Yes..." he said, and I saw why he was stammering. Lindsey had got back into bed, but hadn't covered herself up properly. She was laid on her back, and had her legs open slightly. The pajama top was a short belly shirt, but it had bunched up above her belly button, and her sexy little black satin bikini string panties were on full show in the dim landing light coming through the open bedroom door. "Having a good look were you?" I asked him in a mock-tone and Jason started to defend himself saying that he was just checking in on her as I had asked, but I playfully thumped him on the shoulder and told him it was fine. Especially as he hadn't seen any pussy for a while. He sighed in relief, but still looked anxious, so I told him I would give him a treat if he kept it to himself. I walked over to Lindsey and shook her gently. As I expected she didn't rouse at all, so I shook her harder and said her name. She groaned at me to leave her alone, only half-conscious and not opening her eyes at all. She closed her legs but rolled on to her side, facing us. I shook her again, but she was in the usual d***ken stupor that she always fell into with alcohol, so I beckoned Jason to come a little closer. "Are you sure?" he whispered. "What if she wakes up and sees me?" "That won't happen mate," I told him, "When she's like this, she's out for the count." "She's gorgeous - you're so lucky," Jason sighed as he stood next to me, just a foot or so from the sl**ping Lindsey. "Thanks," I said as I undid a button on her pajama top. She had her bra on underneath, and I decided to show Jason a little cleavage as a treat. "I'm about to make your night!" He watched silently as I undid the other buttons and gently lifted the pajama top open, then I stopped, shocked as her bare breasts came into view. She had said she was wearing her bra, but she wasn't! Either she was lying earlier, or she had taken it off because both her breasts were now in full view of Jason and I froze in surprise. I heard Jason gasp at the side of me as he beheld my wife topless for the first time. "I thought she had her bra on," I said to him and he chuckled. "I'm glad she didn't though," he said quietly. "Fucking hell!" I felt myself growing hard as we stood there for a minute or so, staring at Lindsey’s naked tits, then I let the top fall back down, covering one breast. I didn't button it back up; afraid of waking her though I knew that wouldn't happen. "We better go," Jason said. "Leighton will be wondering where we are." I agreed and we went back downstairs, where Leighton immediately asked us where we had been. Jason looked at me, but I decided not to tell him just yet. We could have a bit of fun, so I winked at Jason and made some excuse up of having a chat in the kitchen and we carried on with the computer game, while Jason went and got us fresh drinks from the fridge. I had left the bedroom door open, and Lindsey was still partly exposed, so when Leighton went upstairs I asked him to check in on her for me as Jason had done. Jason came back in and I told him what was happening. He laughed and suggested we wait and see how long Leighton spent upstairs. After five minutes, he still wasn't back so we crept upstairs to see if he was staring just as Jason had done. We got onto the landing, but there was no sign of him. At first I thought he was still in the toilet, but the door was open and the light was off, so I knew exactly where he was. I pushed the bedroom door open and there he was standing right in front of Lindsey where we had stood earlier. He looked alarmed at being caught, until Jason laughed and I put a finger to my lips. "Sorry mate," Leighton apologized as we joined him. "I looked in on her and saw her like this. I couldn't resist having a closer look." "It's okay," I reassured him and I bent down and lifted her top fully open to reveal both breasts again. Leighton's eyes went wide and he questioned me as Jason had done, but again I told him that when Lindsey was d***k she was always like this. She would be out for hours, I said. Lindsey almost proved me wrong just then, and we all jumped as she groaned and shifted, but she only rolled over on to her back, her legs flopping open again in the comical fashion they had been when Jason first saw her. "God, I wish she didn't have those knickers on," Leighton breathed at me, and I chuckled. "I wish I'd thought to take them off," I admitted and both Jason and Leighton laughed in return. "Does she shave?" Jason asked out-of-the-blue and Leighton thumped his shoulder, a bit harder than I had done. "You can tell he hasn't had any pussy in a while," he said apologizing for his friend but I told him to leave Jason alone. "No," I said, "but she keeps it trimmed." I wondered if I should show them. My hard-on felt like it was going to burst out of my trousers, so I decided to have a bit more fun. "I prefer them shaved," said Leighton but I told him that I thought he would like Lindsey’s because it was quite neat and tidy. "Let's have a look then," he dared me so I moved to the foot of the bed, and oh-so-gently eased my fingers into the waistband of her black satin panties, then pulled them down a little. Lindsey didn't move, so I eased them down further until her mound was in view, with her curly black-hairs visible to the guys. She kept it trimmed into a neat triangle; because the hair was too course to shave, giving her a rash whenever she had tried it for me. I couldn't get them any further down because her legs had flopped open, so I asked Leighton to push her legs in. He grimaced nervously as he gingerly pulled her knees together, so I could ease her knickers right down, until finally I got them down to her ankles and then all the way off. I stepped back, and Leighton and Jason both moved closer to have a better look. Leighton even bent down to look really closely, and then we all jumped again as Lindsey suddenly stretched only to settle with her legs opened again. Now the view was amazing. Lindsey was laid on her back, with her top open, displaying her pert, little breasts with their pink nipples and her legs were opened quite wide, displaying not only her triangle of dark curls, but her lovely pink labia too. "Fuck me!" Jason breathed, and Leighton exclaimed something similar under his breath. "You lucky bastard," Jason went on to say and Leighton put an arm around his shoulders and teased him about this being the closest he had come to pussy for months. "Nice body! She looks tight," Leighton said to me quietly as we all stood there drinking in my wife's nakedness. I laughed and said that she was. "Not bad for two k**s, eh?" I bragged and they both nodded. "I suppose we should go back down now?" Jason and Leighton both groaned, but we returned to the front room. It was time for yet more drinks, because we were too distracted now to carry on playing on the X-box. We ended up discussing women, and the subject turned inevitably to sex. Leighton asked me if Lindsey was as good a lay as what she looked, and I told him she was great - despite never having any other guys but me. Jason already knew this, but Leighton looked at me amazed. "Really? So she was virgin when you... Wow man, you really are a lucky fucker!" We all laughed, and turned to discussing some of Leighton's exes and his current wife who he stressed was the greatest fuck of his life. Jason divulged some dirt on his loves and shortly afterwards Leighton disappeared to visit the toilet again. The beer was taking its toll on me now, so I really didn't realize how long he was gone until Jason suddenly brought it up. "He has been gone awhile, hasn't he," I said. "I wonder if he's having a gawp at Lindsey again. I better go see." I trundled off upstairs again, leaving Jason where he was slumped tiredly on the sofa in the living room. We had all downed some serious amounts of beer by now and the drink was having an effect on him as well as me. Again, the bathroom was empty when I reached the landing so I walked into the bedroom to find Leighton sat on the edge of the bed where Lindsey was still laid out naked. What I didn't expect to see was him touching her. His hand was cupping was one of her breasts and as I was watching him from the doorway he gently squeezed it, and then ran a finger over a nipple, which stiffened in response. Lindsey didn't move a muscle though; she was well out of it.

Dear Hairy boars SeXStoRY

Dear darling boars, why are you so hairy? So impatient? I hope no one stole your lovely red ball when you were a baby. Listen to this, Tightwitch is speaking: "No fear. No envy. No Meanness. Just intense silver punishments and pushing deeper inside." Witch has been flying and thinking tonight. Seems I've turned so many daft rude men into hairy little wild pigs there are too many running in the lovely pen I made for them to live in, they run around so much and wear out the ground making silly trenches. Little hairy crackpots all running about, squeaking and squealing and nagging the shadow of their miserable wives (but actually it is the shadow of a coconut, pah!). So guess what? I'm going to train you to be pickpockets, like Fagin in Oliver twist, and send you up the city centre to pick the pockets of other daft rude men! You will earn me so much loot, and i will become a very influential witch. Ha! As if i'd really give you a job to do! Oh witch! why tease the little pigs? Because I wish to kick them up the ass so hard, so that when I open their piggy pen it ensures they run wee wee wee all the way home! They are so grumpy and greedy with clocks and tape measures and gloats (not goats, I've got nothing against goats), gloaters and making moats for their dreadful castles when in reality their castle is so so daft no one wishes to conquer it, or visit its ruins and buy an apron or badge from the crappy Visitors centre. Also the noise of so many hairy boars is like one big moody aeroplane taking off, and aeroplanes are just ludicrous to a witch! There is no such thing as a First Class flight, unless you are a witch! I will sharpen my axe tonight, because tomorrow I will not open the gate to the pen, I will chop it clean in half! Dear hairy boars, I advise you grease your little trotters because the last pig in the pen will be promptly kicked to the moon. Now I fly. Off to Russia to visit the Silver Birches because they are so fucking sexy! They purr like cats when I lick them because they know I am Tightwitch.

Car Sex SeXStoRY

Today i went to the mall to get fucked. I wore a short skirt with no panties and a tight shirt with no bra. I figured some one would be interested. I pinched my nipples to make them hard and noticable. Sure enough a guy started to follow me. As he got close to my car he yelled at me and I turned and said "want to get naked and fuck?" He grabbed me and felt my tits then lifted my skirt. I told him to follow me to my car and I would give him a good ride. At my SUV we got in the back seat and he stated to kiss me with lots of tongue action. He pulled my top up and cupped my tits. He had big hands but my tits still were bigger. He played and twisted my nipples and then moved his mouth and started to suck them as he pulled up my skirt and found my pussy. "Spread your legs" he told me. I spread my legs and told him to talk dirty to me. I love dirty talk. He then quit sucking my tits and said "I am going to fuck you like a slut. Today you are my dirty bitch." He then began to finger my pussy. He had big hands and fingers and he felt good rubbing me. Then he grabbed my clit and twisted it and made it so hard before he rammed a finger into my fuck hole. He added another finger as he told me "I am going to finger your tight cunt till I ram my cock in that wet hole. Now cum for me Bitch." He got two of his huge fingers in me before he pulled his pants down and shoved my head to his hard cock. He told me "I bet a slut like you is a good cocksucker." he then pushed his cock all the way in my mouth and grabbed me by the hair and rammed my head up and down over his cock. He pushed his cock all the way in and held my head so i could not get away and told me "Suck cock you dirty skanky whore." The name calling turned me on and I sucked that cock till he blew a wad down my throat. "Now suck that cock till it is hard so I can fuck your dirty cunt. Then you can suck me again since you like cocksucking so much." I sucked him till his cock was hard and then he bent me over and rammed that cock deep in my cunt. he pounded me till he felt me cum against his cock. "You have a nice cunt for such a slut. I like fucking you he whispered to me. He was able to fuck a long time since he had already cum when I sucked his cock and I loved the pounding he gave my cunt. When he did cum he pulled his cock out and pushed my head to his cock and said "suck that cock clean and get it hard so I can fuck your rotten ass. Today you will feel like a cum slut when I get thru with you." I sucked the cock till it was hard and then he told me "on your hands and knees with that hot ass in the air so I can fuck it." When i got on my hands and knees he spread my ass and poked a finger in me. "Nice tight ass. Do you like it fucked rough with a big cock?" He then spit on my ass and rubbed it and pushed his cock in me. He didn't stop till he had every inch buried in my ass. Then I had never been ass fucked so hard before as how he rammed me. He was able to fuck my ass forever as it took him a while to cum again. I loved his big cock fucking me. Then he finally filled my ass with cum. He then told me "wrap those big tits around my cock and tit fuck me as you lick my cock on every stroke. You love to taste cock." With my tits fucking his cock he loved it as I licked his cock on every stroke. He oozed cum and I cleaned the tip with every thrust. He had the best sex drive and could fuck and cum faster and faster. He then shot cum over my face and rubbed it around with his hand. "Now you look like a cum slut." "Now drive us home naked as I am going to fuck you so many times you will beg me to stop. I am going to play with that pussy as you drive so spread those legs." And as I drove he finger fucked my pussy all the way home. I then turned to him and said, "Happy birthday dear. I hope you liked your slut fantasy for you present." Then he took me to bed and fucked me all night.

no anal SeXStoRY

We have been married for almost 20yrs.Our sex life is good, but I've been wanting more.She a great lover and has the sweetest pussy and knows how to use it.Sex is always the samefor most part, I'll eat her until she has atleast 2 or 3 O's, it gets so wett and good, then I'll get so I can rub her clit. She wasn't a virgan when we got married, she did it once, Ishowed the art of pussy eatting when we were 16, she loved it.We play on the web cam and gets off watching men cum for her, not alot but once or twice, it gets me so horney watching her do it, plus she gets off on it too. I've been after her to try another dick for me,not a chance.Been trying to tap that ass 4 ever, not even a finger.I would love to watch her eyes roll back as shes getting fucked.(I'm hard thinking about it) Does anyone have any ideas for me.Even talked about a web cam for money, but acorss the answer is always NO. If you know anything I could use the help.

The Creation of a Pussy SeXStoRY

Seven wise men with knowledge so fine, created a pussy to their design. First was a butcher, with smart wit, using a knife, he gave it a slit, Second was a carpenter, strong and bold, with a hammer and chisel, he gave it a hole, Third was a tailor, tall and thin, by using red velvet, he lined it within, Fourth was a hunter, short and stout, with a piece of fox fur, he lined it without, Fifth was a fisherman, nasty as hell, threw in a fish and gave it a smell, Sixth was a preacher, whose name was McGee, he touched it and blessed it, and said it could pee, Last was a sailor, dirty little runt, he sucked it and fucked it, and called it a cunt

Crazy Night of Fucking in Barcelona! SeXStoRY

I was having a blast! Going across Europe sight seeing, experiencing all sorts of new things. I started off in Barcelona for a week and had some of the best sex of my life. The women there were crazy in bed and their oral abilities were much better than the girls in the US. I was traveling around with my buddy Victor, a friend from college. Victor was blessed with a great body defined abs and a general defined body, he has these blue eyes and blonde hair that make it easy for him to bring back some of the most attractive women. I wasn't too bad myself, At 6 foot nothing, green eyes and light brown hair I am considered a catch. My pre trip workout paid off and I was as fit as ever. I had recently ended a 2 year relationship with my girlfriend and was on the rebound in Europe. I had a difficult time getting over the idea of being with other women being only 2 weeks single but a week in Barcelona easily changed that. Victor was determined to snap me out of my slump and took me out with 2 German girls he met earlier that day. After a few rounds of drinks we were way past formal introductions. As we were getting ready to leave the bar and head out to the clubs the girls decide to go to the bathroom. They spent a good amount of time in there giving Victor and I time to argue over who got the room later than evening. When all of the sudden Victor throws a curve ball, "Why dont we just share it?" Assuming he was k**ding I let out a laugh, "What?!" I said. "Yeah, there are 2 queen beds in the room its not like we would be watching each other and these girls would totally be down for it!" "Ok I said, if you can get both of these girls to do it then I dont care but if you weird them out and they leave, this one is on you" "Don't worry about it I have this one under control" he said. We saw the girls coming back from across the bars giggling. "Ok lets go!" said my more than attractive prospect for the evening. "You know I have a better idea, why don't the four of us head back to our hotel for some drinks and fun?" Victor said. Before I even had a chance to react they both said "we though you'd never ask" and with that we were on our way to our hotel. We had a couple of drinks down at the bar before heading up to the room. Before I knew it I look over and Victor is making out with Ina, a short, busty girl with long blonde hair and a thick German accent. "well I see they are wasting no time" I said to Tasha. "Then neither should we!" she said as she unbuttoned her blouse with one hand and pulled me in for deep kiss with the other. Thats all I needed and the clothes were off! As we moved from the living area of the room towards the beds Tasha heads right for Ina and Victor. I gave her a questionable look which she recognized right away saying "Come on, dont be nervous lets have some fun!" "Yeah let's have some fun, loosen up a little" Victor said. Tasha slowly slid down Inas skirt and started eating her out. "You boys just sit back and enjoy the view for a little" Ina said giving us a sexy smile while letting out a moan of pleasure. After about 5 minutes of watching, Victor and I were hard as rocks. "You boys like the show?" They said I let out a laugh "of course its quite a show" Good they said "now its your turn" Confused at what they mean Victor decided to ask. "You two got to watch us now its our turn to watch you 2" "No way!" I quickly responded "We dont do that kind of stuff" "That's ok then we can go" they said. "Hold on" Victor said, looking over at me with a weird grin. "C'mon man when are we going to get another chance with 2 girls like this!" "You cant be serious!" I said. "Why not? its not like we are gay for each other and if you are that nervous about it I'll go down on you and you could close your eyes or something." He said. I cant believe I was actually considering this and as I was still thinking about what I was going to do Tasha comes over and pushes me onto the bed "If you do this we will let you put it anywhere" She straddled my face putting her now soaking pussy right on my mouth and said "now eat my pussy". As I began to flick my tongue around I felt a warm sensation run from my balls to the tip of my shaft. It was Victor playing around with cock. I continued to eat Tasha's pussy as Victor began to take the length of my 8 inch cock into his mouth, it was so warm and moist and despite the fact that it was one of my best guy friends I was loving it. He moved up and down my shaft slowly before taking the full 8 inches into the back of his throat. Tasha moved back over to Ina who started to return the favor Tasha had given her earlier. "You seem like you have done this before" I said as i looked down at Victor who took my cock out of his mouth looked up at me and smiled as he was stroking my shaft. He took my cock back into mouth down to the base of my cock. "My god!" I said "I have never had a blow job this good before." And five minutes later felt a sensation in my balls, "I'm close" I said to Victor who glanced up at me while he was bobbing up and down my cock and kept going. A few more minutes went by before I let out a loud moan "I'm cumming" I said thinking that he would back off, but he didn't and i filled his mouth with what felt like one of the biggest loads I have ever shot. He took it all, every last drop. I collapsed back onto the bed having just experienced one of the best orgasms of my life. As I looked over I say Ina fingering and licking Tasha who was now moaning in ecstasy. "Now its my turn" Victor said to me putting his cock in my face. Hesitant, I began to lick up and down his shaft as he had done for me and was surprised that it wasn't as bad as i thought in fact, i kind of liked it. I wrapped my mouth around the tip of his cock and began to work slowly down his 7 1/2 inches. I got about half way down before I gagged causing Victor to laugh. I backed off and moved my mouth back down his thick cock getting closer to the base without chocking on his dick. I like this I thought to myself and began to suck his cock as if I was a pornstar getting all the way to the bottom of his shaft. His blonde pubic hair brushing against my face. After about 10 minutes of this the girls stopped their private session and said "now that you boys have been good it is time for your reward".... (To be continued)