Grammy surprise SeXStoRY

I had worked overseas for a number of years for the government in Italy. It was idyllic. I had a house near the beach and work was about 10km away. We typically worked 12 hour days so I usually worked four days followed by three days off. I had it in my mind to stay there for many years. But then one day I got word from home that my grandfather had suddenly died from a stroke and I was needed at home to help. I took an extended leave of absence figuring I'd need at least a month and probably more. It was July 1975 and I got home just in time for my grandfather's funeral. Grandpa was only 75 and as far as anyone had known he was the vision of health. He wasn't a sedentary person involving himself with golf and racquetball after having retired four years prior. He was my mother's father and they had the long life genes as opposed to my father's side who didn't. The funeral was quite heavily attended. Grandpa had been a highly respected merchant in our town and was known for his generosity. I constantly heard stories of how he helped people through the hard times of the depression. As a teen I'd gotten to the point where I didn't want to hear the stories any more and Grammy overheard me saying this to my s****r one day. She always knew exactly the right thing to say and I remember her telling me that she too was a little weary of his stories or more correctly visitors who came to their home and evicting the stories from him. Stories he was always willing to tell in great detail. I loved my grandparents so I got over myself relatively quickly. And actually, it was grandpa who right after I graduated from college suggested I take job overseas for the tax breaks and because he thought I could build up a sizeable savings account. Little did he know of my propensity for having parties and even though he was right about the large income I could realize I was also more than capable of only being able to live from paycheck to paycheck. I mean I did manage to put a little away but not nearly what I could have and that little was just enough to cover the expense of returning home for his funeral. As I withdrew the money to cover the airfare and other expenses I felt guilty that he had given me such good advice and I had chosen to largely ignore it. I felt a bit of a failure. When I got home my parents' house was filled with my s****r and two aunts and two uncles so mom had arranged for me to stay with Grammy. I didn't mind in the least. Grammy had always been really nice to me. She always made me feel special. At home mom always made what dad wanted for supper but Grammy always made what I wanted and she was quite the good cook too. She had attended a girl's finishing school that doubled for a college which she assured me was society's way of preparing a woman to be a wife in those days. But Grammy had been rebellious taking after my great-grandmother, her mother, who had been suffragette. My great-grandmother had claimed to have been a friend of Margaret Sanger and an acquaintance of Emma Goldman. She had never been able to show any actual proof that either was true but her stories, as told by Grammy, were really interesting. Grammy told me one day after she and grandpa had gone to a performance by Sally Rand they had danced naked in the moonlight behind their house. That performance, according to Grammy, Ms. Rand, doing her famous fan dance, had bared her breast in a Boston theater during the performance. Grammy said it was hilarious but Boston society wasn't quite so kind. That was in 1932 or 1933, her memory of the year wasn't quite so good, and she said they had gotten pretty d***k that night on some bathtub gin. Grandpa had tried to brew his own beer in the cellar but had only succeeded in blowing up the cellar one night and waking all the neighbors. Grammy said bootleggers were less dangerous than grandpa. When grandpa suggested he could safely switch to making wine Grammy suggested he find a new house in which to do it. So that's how Grammy had been and in my memory of her she had always been. Everyone loved Grammy. A lot of k**s who were of course not related to her called her Grammy. She was just that sort of person. But when the town proposed shutting down one of the playgrounds so a housing subdivision could be built she invaded the monthly town meeting and before the meeting was done you couldn't find a soul who'd admit to ever having supported the closure. The first couple of days back home were extremely full with the funeral and a lot of running around. I stayed in Grammy's guest room. She and grandpa had bought a condominium shortly after he retired. It wasn't one of those places that had once been apartments and then converted. It was built as a condo. It actually had three floors if you counted the garage area. Each condo had its own garage and above that was the living room, dining room and kitchen and then the top floor were the bedrooms, bathroom and a storage room. I helped Grammy remove grandpa's clothes and take them to Goodwill. She said many women would hang onto such things for years but it would just hurt too much for her to do that and she knew she needed to move on. She did have a lot of pictures out in the living room of she and grandpa when they were younger. She even had their wedding picture out. I took some time to look really closely at them, something I had never done. When I looked really closely at their wedding picture I thought how young she looked in it, much younger than grandpa. Later that day I asked my mom about that and she said Grammy was barely 16 when she married grandpa who was 27 at the time. My mother declined to talk any further about it though even though I pressed her for a few answers. So later that day I asked Grammy and she was not surprisingly very forthcoming. She told me she had gotten pregnant but not by grandpa. The boy who had gotten her pregnant, a high school classmate, had denied he done anything or that it could be his c***d. Grandpa had become aware of the situation through my great grandfather who for some reason great granddad had thought could be helpful. He had visited Grammy several times and then had taken her to a doctor who didn't know her f****y. But in her fourth month of pregnancy she had a miscarriage which was taken care of very privately even though it was done at a nearby hospital. It seems grandpa had certain connections. Grammy, though saddened, was touched from the first by his kindness and how he had not only never judged her but hadn't even asked who the father was. She said he went about it as if he were her husband and like it was the most natural thing to do. Grammy said she fell in love with him because of that and as it turned out, of course, he had had an eye for her. The first few nights I heard Grammy crying in her bedroom. I wanted to go in and say something but I didn't have a clue what to say or even if I should do it. On the fourth night I felt I had to do something so I knocked on her door and she called for me to come in. "Grammy, is there anything I can do?" She had been in bed and under the covers with her back to me when I entered so I walked around the bed to her. Grammy wiped her tears, smiled and reached out with both her arms. It was a bit awkward but I bent down and gave her the hug she desired. "Oh honey, I wish there were but thank you." She hugged me for a few moments more and then let go. As I stood up I said, "Grammy, if there's anything I can do just say so." Grammy smiled her usual smile and then said, "Well, would you mind lying here with me for a few minutes and just talking to your old grandmother?" "Oh grammy, you're not old!" I said that half believing it but only half. After all, she was 64 which to a 25 year old is almost ancient, at least as I saw it. But my grandmother had taken pretty good care of herself. She didn't look matronly although she wasn't the skinny girl she had once been. "That's sweet of you to say but I am old." I had always loved my grandmother's smile and she'd had these expressive eyes that either thrilled us all or scared us half to death. It was much more of the former than the latter of course. It was at that moment I first noticed, however, that her eyes weren't just expressive but they were actually still quite beautiful. Still, I didn't know quite what to say so I said, "Well, you look pretty good to me Grammy." "Thank you honey," Grammy said as she hugged me closely. Grammy had pushed the covers slightly to the side and I could feel her full breasts pressing against my chest. In the first instant I felt ashamed but then other things took over and I felt a twinge of arousal. I couldn't believe I could feel this was from my own grandmother's touch but there it was. Grammy's hug lingered and then she asked, "Do you mind my hugging you? It feels very comforting." How could I say no, so I said, "of course not. We can hug as long as you want." Okay, that second part was me wanting to feel her breasts against me some more and it was coupled with me feeling very guilty about that. Grammy snuggled inward a little and I could feel her relaxing. "You grandfather was really good about this. Whenever I'd get upset about something at bedtime he would hold me until I let it go. Let me tell you, he was a man of great patience because I seldom let go of anything quickly." I turned my head to say something to her but as I turned she said, "thank you for being so understanding" and instead of kissing me on the cheek as she desired she kissed me on the lips. We were equally surprised by this turn of events even though grammy had many times kissed me on the lips it had never been quite this way. "Oh, I'm sorry honey," she said. "It's okay grammy," I said trying to be sympathetic and understanding at the same time. "It's not like that's never happened before," I said trying to make light of it. For a few moments we both lay there very still but then Grammy started running her hand through the back of my hair and said, "Thank you for being so understanding." That's all she did but it was enough coupled with the feel of her body next to mine to sufficiently arouse me. I had become quite hard and my hardness was pressing into her thigh. I lay as still as possible praying this woman of great experience wouldn't notice. A few minutes later Grammy kissed me on my forehead and said, "Thank you honey. You've been really comforting but you must be exhausted." "Okay Grammy but if you need me just say so, any time." I was getting up from her bed as I said this and she thanked me and told me how sweet I was as she pulled the covers back around her. I didn't hear her cry again and over the next week neither of us said anything about that evening. Sometimes when we'd have supper together I thought I felt a sort of sexual tension between us but quickly dismissed it as a sign of my sick mind. This was my grandmother, after all, so of course she didn't think that way. One Saturday morning I had awakened a little later than I usually did and all I could feel was my extremely full bladder. I got up quickly and rushed to the bathroom. I was all the way inside and about to pull cock out of my underpants when I saw my grandmother lying in the bath tub. There was a look of shock on her face and so I blurted out, "Oh I'm so sorry Grammy. I just had to pee so bad. I wasn't thinking." I was blushing every shade of red possible. "It's all right honey," she replied. "Go right ahead." "What?" I said not understanding what she meant. "Well, I'm far from being ready to get out of this nice hot bath I've drawn particularly since I've put some expensive oil in and we do have only the one bathroom so I'm don't expect you to hold it while I take my time getting out of here." "But Grammy I can . . ." I interrupted. "Honey, just go ahead and do it. It's a perfectly normal human function and although I'm no advocate of making a practice of such things we certain need to be reasonable too." As she said these words my mind took notice of her nakedness which she had done nothing to hide. In some ways her body surprised me. She was totally without wrinkles and although she did have that extra weight that seems to come with age it sat on her well. Her breasts we large and full even though they were sitting flatly against her chest and although her pussy wasn't trimmed she didn't have a lot of hair their either. Grammy had been a natural red head, which I could now easily see, even though the hair on her head was totally gray. I caught myself before I stared too long and before she said anything and turned my back to her and pulled down my fly. It felt strange pulling my cock from my underpants with my own grandmother laying there in full view but I did have to pee so badly that even the bashful bladder I sometimes suffered from did not come in to play. The one thing that was in play was this piss hardon I was sporting at the moment. Though it's not a truly sexual state I still felt the shame of having it. As I started to pee I heard my grandmother make a quick sound of laughter. "I'm sorry honey," she said before my shame could deepen, "but you just reminded me of your grandfather. It seemed like he'd wake up with a piss hardon every morning." Now this was particularly shocking because my grandmother, who wouldn't say shit if her mouth was full of it in spite of her being so outspoken, had just uttered these words to me as if they were the most normal thing in the world to say. I quickly finished peeing and put my cock back into my underpants. As I turned to leave my grandmother said, "Honey, would you mind doing something for me?" She knew I'd do anything for her but I couldn't have possibly anticipated what was coming. "Sure Grammy." "Would you mind washing my back for me? I know this is an odd request but I'd really appreciate it. Your grandfather used to do it for me all the time and now that you've seen me naked, well, I mean, it's not as if I can get any more naked." Now she was showing a little nervousness towards her request. I half expected her to withdraw her request but it did seem pretty innocent so I agreed. She sat up and pulled her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. I took her wash cloth and some soap and began to wash her back for her. "Oh that feels so good," she moaned. "It's almost like having a massage." As I was washing her I suddenly realized I didn't know how far in any direction she expected me to go. I washed from the top downwards I got to the top of her ass and though it was beneath the water I still worked it with the wash cloth. Grammy didn't complain. I brought the cloth back up and resoaped it and set about washing her sides. As I went down her one side I could feel the back of her breast and then the same for the other side of course. This made me fully aroused and I suddenly was aware that I'd be giving myself away if I didn't get it down and quickly because I was basically done. "Okay honey, thank you," she said, "I can take it from here." I had no choice so I stood up to leave and she blurted out, "Oh!" "What?" I asked dumbly. "Well um," she replied slowly and then pointed, "what's that all about?" "I um," I was fumbling for words and thoughts, "I um." I felt trapped and caught. "I turned you on?" She asked a little flabbergasted "Yes?" I said in the form of a question as if I were unsure of it being the right answer. I lowered my eyes in shame but they betrayed me as they came to rest on her breasts. "How could I possibly turn you on?" She asked, the disbelief appearing in her voice. I felt like I was going to break down and cry as I apologetically replied, "I don't know Grammy it's just that I didn't expect . . ." I didn't know where to take it from there. "Didn't expect what honey?" She asked regaining her composure. "I didn't expect your body to look so good." Okay, that was an honest answer and I'd said it and was ready for her admonishment. She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment and then asked, "What about it do you like?" I wasn't totally uncertain what she was looking for so I replied, "I like your breasts." "You do?" She said a little surprised. Then she put her hands beneath them and lifted them and said, "these old sacks of flesh?" My grandmother was not one to put herself down and when I heard her say that I felt the need to object. "Grammy, they look good to me!" There was honesty in what I said but then I also realized I wasn't looking at 25 year old breasts so I didn't expect to see the same things and yet I had to admit they still looked really nice. But just this little bit of conversation had reignited my lusts and I was once again sporting a hardon. "I guess I do turn you on," she said looking at my cock. "May I see it?" She asked unexpectly. At that point I felt liked I'd be a complete jerk if I didn't allow her this and yet another something pulled at me saying it was wrong none-the-less. The desire to make my Grammy happy won out, of course, and I pulled my underpants down. The elastic top of the underpants caught on my cock and made it bounce as I pulled them down. "Aren't you the big boy!" She said admiring me. "Don't make fun of me Grammy!" I said defensively. "Ah, just like your grandfather are you? He always thought he penis was too small and it took him a long time to realize it was perfect as far as I was concerned." I wanted to thank you her but everything was feeling so inappropriate I was tongue tied. "Well, this water is starting to get cold." Grammy said and then continued, "So as long as you're here you can make yourself useful and dry my back." She held out her hand and I helped her out of the bathtub. As she stepped out and in the relative closeness of the bathroom one of her breasts brushed against my arm. Grammy stood facing me and reached around me to get the bath towel. I had stood there dumbly as I could easily have stepped to one said so she could more easily have accessed the towel. As she reached passed me again her breast pressed into me this time into one side of my chest and arm. She dried her front off while smiling at me and then turned her back to me and said, "Okay, you're turn." I quickly dried off her back and then she said, "Get my legs too if you don't mind." I had to kneel down to do this and she spread her legs slightly for me. As I dried her legs it occurred to me to do the same to her ass which I had previously neglected. But by this time any question of the sexual tension in the room had been answered. The room was thick with it. As I had dried her legs I had seen her pussy from behind and that had only reinf***ed my arousal. As soon as I stood up Grammy took my hand and said, "Come with me." She led me into her bedroom and once there pushed me down on her bed. She sat down on the bed and asked, "How do you feel about this?" "What do you mean?" I replied. "There is no way around societal mores saying our being like this even having done nothing is wrong. So how do you feel about my noticing your being turned on and all?" "Honestly?" "Yes." "I like it." "You do?" "Yes." "I want you to know that every cell in my body seems to be screaming how wrong this is and yet," she paused, "it also feels okay too. Does that make any sense to you?" "Actually it does," I replied. She then took one of my hands and placed it on her breast. Then she put her hand around my cock and lightly stroked it. "We shouldn't even be touching but we have to promise each other that we won't have intercourse." "Okay," I said as if in a trance. Grammy pulled me down onto the bed so we were lying next to each other. She continued to lightly stroke my cock as I played with both her breasts. When my hand had first touched her breast I had expected to find it flabby or mushy but not full and firm as it was. Her breasts did sag, of course, their fullness felt really good. That's all we did for about five minutes when she finally asked, "Would you mind touching my pussy?" I responded by removing one of my hands from her breast and pressing it into her pussy. Grammy was positively soaked. I had thought women who had gone through menopause didn't get wet. But she was indeed wet and I quickly found her clit and it was as hard as any I'd ever felt. At that moment I wondered how tight she was and so almost instinctively I pushed one of my fingers into her cunt. She responded with a sharp moan. I pushed my fingers in and out of her a couple of times before returning to her pussy and massaging her clit. She was responding very quickly to my ministrations and I could tell she was going to have an orgasm very quickly. I must have done something to get her attention because as I looked at her Grammy suddenly opened her eyes and asked, "Is something wrong honey?" Something was wrong and I knew what it was. This whole thing felt too weird to me and I was having difficulty with. But it was like she could read my mind because at that moment she said to me in the softest and sexiest voice, "Don't think of me as your grandmother. Think of me as Rita." "But you are Rita," I replied a bit confused. "Yes I am. And you're with Rita right now, you know what I mean?" She smiled at me and then I realized what she was saying and as I saw her as Rita I began massaging her pussy again. She gently lifted her pussy to my touch and moaned, "Oh yes darling, you know exactly what I like." I looked into her face as she spoke and thought, "Rita." In that moment it was like she morphed into an entirely different person. Now she was this older very sexy woman named Rita and I was her young lover. As I thought these things my passions grew and I'm sure my actions changed too because Grammy was suddenly saying, "I'm going to come, I'm going to come" and then "oh oh oh" until she cried out in her orgasm "oh yes! Oh yes!" and "don't stop! Don't stop!" She was writhing animatedly beneath my touch and her orgasms seemed very intense. I wanted to fuck her at that moment and I moved to get on top of her. But Grammy stopped me and said, "Let me suck you." I couldn't find anything wrong with that idea and even if I had I know it wouldn't have stopped me. I moved so my cock was right in front of her mouth but instead of taking me in her she put her tongue on the tip of my cock and licked some of the pre-cum from it. At the same time she cupped my balls with one of her hands and gently squeezed them. I had never felt anyone touch my balls quite like she was and it was as if she were gently urging the cum from them. She did that for about a minute before she surrounded my cock with her mouth and gently sucked on it. She did a little something with her tongue at the same time where the tip of her tongue ran around the tip of my cock while she was still sucking it too. The feelings were just too intense to resist and I felt a sudden and very large surge from my balls which made me yell out "Oh yeah!" I immediately exploded into her mouth and as I came grammy seemed to change the way she was sucking me just slightly so that it seemed she was urging my cock to give a little more than I thought it had. I felt the cum shoot into her mouth once, twice, three times and finally a fourth time with about as much f***e as I'd ever felt. As my orgasm subsided and I was drained I literally fell to her side and cuddled up next to her. We wrapped ourselves around each other and just lay they in each other's arms enjoying the moment which last for several minutes actually. "Honey, would you do one more thing for me?" She asked. "Sure Grammy, I mean Rita." She smiled and asked, "Would you suck my breasts for me? I haven't had them sucked in at least 10 years." How could I deny her so of course I didn't. I put my hand on the breast closest to me and started sucking on its nipple. I sucked it very lightly and very gently which made her moan immediately. I enjoyed doing this for her as much as I just plain enjoyed doing it. Her full breasts excited me. After sucking on the one for a while she indicated that she wanted me to suck on the other. I had to move a little to get to it and then I found that if I got up on my hands and knees I could suck it even better. As I sucked on this breast she moaned even more. I repositioned myself between her legs so I could get at both of her breasts with my hands while I sucked on the one. Her nipples were both hard and erect. But my cock had also grown hard and erect and I could feel it hitting against her pussy. I could feel the heat and dampness of her pussy on the tip of my cock and it was then that I wanted to push it into her but I remember our promise. I probably would have stopped sucking her breasts except that I was enjoying the sensation I was feeling from her pussy too much and I was also tempting fate by seeing if I could get the tip of my cock to slide down the folds of her pussy without ever entering her as agreed. I could and it felt marvelous, of course. A few times of this and I decided, of course, to test the limits and allowed the tip of my cock to press into her pussy just a little. Grammy replied quickly and sharply, "No, we can't remember." But I had stopped doing everything so she said, "But please continue doing what you were doing." Even though I knew what she meant I allowed myself to believe there was a mixed message in what she had said so along with sucking her tits I also continued to tempt her pussy lips with the tip of my cock. Grammy moaned with delight as I continued to suck on her nipples and she didn't seem to mind the tip of my cock caressing her pussy lips. But I knew I wanted my cock in her and I had to try and push the limits once again. She seemed to quickly settle into the pleasure of my lips on her tits and it was then I again tempted fate by pressing my cock ever so slightly into her pussy. This time she said nothing. I pulled it back out and stroked her pussy lips some more with it before very very slowly pushing it back in again this time just a little deeper before stopping. Again she said nothing so I decided to push even deeper until she made me stop. I felt an uncontrollable urge to be in her. So I pushed a little deeper and a little deeper more each time expecting her to stop me but she didn't. Finally when I was all the way in her I slowly pulled out of her pussy and then slowly pushed back into her this time without stopping. For a woman of her age I was surprised by the tightness of her pussy but then she'd been a woman who'd always taken care of herself and she only been with two men as far as I knew. It quickly came over me that I was fucking my grandmother and with that a surge of desire and lust. Then she opened her eyes and looked directly into mine as I continued to stroke my cock in and out of her hot wet pussy. I expected her to say something but she said nothing. I saw her bite her lips and then she suddenly wrapped her arms about me and thrust her hips up at my descending cock. We slammed together. I started fucking her faster and faster. I could hear her breathing growing deeper and her moans steadily louder. I thought I heard her say she was going to come and with that thought couple with the thought that I was fucking my grandmother I yelped out, "Oh fuck Rita, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" It was also like saying "if you need me to stop now is the time to say something" but of course by this time neither of us had any intention of stopping. As I slammed my cock into her cunt I could feel my balls slapping against her ass and then suddenly the cum surged from my balls and filled my cock so that it felt like it was swelling inside her pussy and pushing out against her pussy walls. She must have felt this too because she started to yell out, "oh yes, oh yes!" As a bead of sweat fell from my forehead onto her face I exploded into her pussy and I had no doubt this was as hard as I had ever come in any woman. We seemed to be both yelling that we were coming at the same time and our juices joined and mingled and filled her. I wanted to continuing fucking her long after my orgasm subsided but it figured the tip of my cock suddenly got very ticklish and I had to roll off her. We lay there, me on my back, she with her arm dr**ed across my chest, for at least five minutes before either of us said anything and then suddenly I saw tears flowing down her face. "Grammy, what's wrong?" "I've made you do an act of i****t. I'm a horrible person. This is wrong and I knew it and I did it anyway. Please don't hate me. Please don't hate me." I couldn't believe what she was saying but then I remember who was saying it so I replied, "Grammy, it's all right. I wanted to do it. I like doing it. I want to do it again!" I threw my arms around her and for the first time I gave her a kiss on the lips and not a grandson type kiss either. "Are you sure?" She asked whimpering. I reached down between her legs and pressed my finger into her pussy and then said, "I'm sure." We never did get dressed that day. We fucked off and on throughout the day although Grammy did have to lube herself. But where she could not compete with younger women when it came to being wet she easily beat them into the ground with her love of sex and in every conceivable way. Oh, so what was Grammy's surprise? Well, while we were laying there one time I mentioned how unusual it was that someone stayed faithful to one person. She told me that while it was true she had only ever had sex with two men prior to me she hadn't been entirely faithful. It turns out that my grandfather had lost interest in sex a good ten years before and Grammy had been introduced accidentally to a lesbian relationship that she maintained to that day. She promised to tell me who it was if I promised not to tell. Even though I promised she said she needed to think about it for at least a day. But then she asked me the oddest thing, at least I thought so. She asked me if I minded sharing her bed the rest of the time I was there. Like I was going to say no. The next day she told me who the woman was and it did indeed shock me to no end.

on the hill SeXStoRY

An older bull standing on top of the hill over looking the herd, see the young bull running up the hill. The young one say hey old timer 'hows it going"? The old bull does not reply but snorts. The young one says to the old bull " hey lets run down the hill and fuck us a few heffers". The old bull looks at the young one with a smile and says " why dont we walk down the hill and fuck them all".

The Wall SeXStoRY

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Ned, Alice,and Ned's Grandmother SeXStoRY

I left early the next morning, curious to see if Alice's promise to relieve Ned's worry would actually happen. I parked several blocks away, walked back and was just taking up my post at Ned's window when the light switched on. Ned was on his back sl**ping, his semi-erect cock tenting the sheet. Alice walked slowly into the room, her eyes intent on his bulge, wrapping her shower-fresh hair with a towel. Her silk robe was untied, and as she walked towards Ned, I could see her perfect, small breasts had erect nipples. Her nicely trimmed blonde bush glistened moistly. She paused over him to lick her finger before slowly rubbing her clit. With her other hand she turned back the sheet to expose his young dick. After gazing at it a few moments her finger began moving faster and faster until she brought herself to a silent orgasm. Composing herself, she tied her robe, then said aloud "Time to wake up, sl**pyhead." Bending forward, using only her mouth, she sucked in his cock. It grew instantly, becoming rock hard as she bobbed up and down on it. She began slurping noisily, dripping wet saliva down the side of his dick, and it appeared even bigger than the night before. She began stroking his big cock, using the saliva as lube, while licking the apple-shaped head of his prick. He began to stir at the ecstasy of his position, and muttered, "Thanks, Mom." Ned began to thrust in and out of her little fist and wet mouth, and soon shot his sperm in several gushes, which Alice dribbled into his thick black pubic hair. "Get up now, sweetie," she said, "time to get ready for school and your big test. No worries...OK?" He sat up, then kissed the lips which had just drooled out his sperm, to reply, "I'll ace it, Mom. Thanks again." As if this were an every day occurence (which it probably was) he then got up and walked to his bathroom naked. Almost fully grown, Ned was a full head taller than the petite Alice, and she smacked his bare butt playfully as he walked past her. "Hurry, Neddie, I'll get breakfast ready." I had to scramble now, as I had to pass her open-window kitchen to get back to my car, but I made it and drove to work with a hardon thinking of the kinky scene I'd just witnessed. I was torn - jealous of Ned, the pompous little prick fucking my girlfriend's mouth - yet turned on by the sordid kinkiness of it all. I decided to just remain silent, see what happened, and besides, at least she wasn't fucking him. Alice and I were at our sexual peak, and the next few weeks we couldn't get enough of each other. We would suck and fuck at lunch, right after work, late at night, and sometimes wake up at 3 or 4 AM to do it some more. Mowing her expansive lawn, she would bring me iced tea, then blow my sweaty cock before bending over the riding lawn mower to let me fuck her sweet ass. We would fuck at work, sneaking out behind the dumpsters, and even fucked standing up at her mother's house while her mom fussed about in the next room. Oh yeah, her Mom. You could tell she was Alice's Mom because they looked alike and were of the same shape. Her mom was a much bigger version, though, not in height - that was the same - but in proportions. Her mom, Liz, was bottom heavy like Alice, but her breasts were large, probably a 34D. They didn't look particularly big, though, because of the massive size of her ass. It was heart shaped because of her small waist, but each cheek was the size of Alice's entire ass, and she had a Marilyn Monroe-type walk which made them undulate like puppies in a blanket. I hadn't noticed it before that Saturday, she was just a ditzy old woman to me, complaining about everything, talking only about her soap operas. She was in her late 50's and had been divorced from Alice's dad for many years. He still paid for everything, though, and she lived in a very exclusive condo complex. She called early that Saturday, wanting me to come fix her sink, as the maintenance man wouldn't be back til Monday. I didn't want to, but Alice begged me, saying "I have to take Ned shopping anyway, I won't be home all day." Reluctantly, I drove over with my tool box, never expecting the adventure I was about to have. Liz greeted me at the door, wearing really tight white slacks and a sheer top. I could clearly see her big black bra thru the fabric, and for the first time started to think of her as more than a goofy old broad. As she walked slowly in front of me to the kitchen I couldn't help stare at the motion of her huge, shapely ass. Also, seeing her small waist and the black bra strap under the almost invisible top was making me hard. I'd never seen a body like hers - magnificent! My excitement must've shown, because when Liz turned to me in the kitchen, she said "My, you look flushed. Would you like a drink?" I just jokingly replied, "vodka martini, very dry, straight up", but she immediately found a shaker and began mixing like a professional bartender. As I got out my tools, I kept sneaking peeks at those huge hips atop massive thighs, and had to will myself not to get an erection. I thought it mighty early for martinis, but gratefully sucked it down as a distraction. Liz took a long pull on hers, then bent over to open the undersink doors, telling me about her leak. I hardly heard what she said, staring as I was at that magnificently large and shapely ass in front of me. I imagined stroking it with my hands, then unzipping and stripping the tight pants down to bury my cock in that glorious..."you seem distracted," Liz said, looking back at me, still bent at the waist. "Are you OK?" "Sure," I muttered, "guess the alcohol this early just rushed to my head." "When you get to be my age," Liz replied, "you find it's never too early for a little alcohol." As she rose, her ass bumped against my now-hard cock, and she giggled a little as she moved. "I'm going to get something, you'll try to fix my leak, won't you?" I had to adjust my dick as she walked off, but gave it a squeeze just because I could. I turned on the water and could see the leak was in the lower connection of the P trap. I got out my pipe wrench and laid on my back under the cabinet to tighten it. As I finished, Liz walked back in the kitchen. To my shock, she had removed the sheer top and the white slacks, and was now clad only in the black bra, a black garter belt and black hose. The hair on her cunt was more gray/white than the blonde of Alice's, but was just as inviting. She slowly strolled over to straddle me, then placed a finger to her pussy, saying "this is the leak I really need fixed...I always pay my plumbers with pussy." It really appeared to leak, as she began fingering her hole the wetness creeped down her shapely thighs. Paralyzed with the bizarre scenario, I couldn't move except for my expanding cock, which bloomed up to it's maximum size. Liz removed her bra, showing off firm, shapely breasts with puffy pink nipples. She reached down, unbuckled and unzipped me, then pulled my pants to my knees. Showing great limber skill for her age, she squatted down and directed my dick to her wet pussy. On the balls of her feet, holding on to the countertop for balance she began riding up and down with the wettest, yet tightest, pussy I'd ever felt. We both orgasmed quickly in our excitement and I think she gushed as much juice as I did. My lap was puddled over - a sticky mess. We finally rose, after a nice afterglow soak, but Liz had to help me up after my cramped position. She wet a towel in the sink and gently washed my groin clean. This action, along with the sight of her magnificent body, quickly made me hard again. "I'm glad to see you're a real rooster," Liz said, "not like my ex husband who could only do it once." I pushed her back to sit on the edge of a bar stool, then dropped to my knees to eat that luscious pussy, covered and filled as it was with her sweet-smelling cunt juice and my own cum. I was intoxicated by the smell and taste as I licked and sucked her juicy hole, gripping her big hips with both hands. I kneaded her big cheeks like bread dough as I did my best to stick my entire face into her pussy, licking and sucking with a mad desire. Liz came again, actually gushing a little juice into my mouth as I sucked, and that did it - I had to fuck her - NOW. I led her to the plush white sofa, with her gently stroking my dick, and bent her over the wide soft arm of it. I stared, mesmerized, for a time at this great, beautiful ass in front of me. Creamy white, unblemished, perfectly heart-shaped yet gigantic in size, it was the largest and best ass I've seen before or since. Lust-crazed, I bent to sniff, then tongue, that sweet anus, covered as it was by our copious spendings. "Oh my," Liz said, "No one's ever done that to me before." I found that hard to believe, but gave her several more moments of pleasure before rising to insert my rock-hard cock in her juicy wet pussy. I had my second wind now, and fucked and fucked for a long time until Liz squealed with delight and I felt her tight pussy emit another squirt. I then pulled out to place the engorged head against the puckered little hole I really wanted to fuck. "No one's ever fucked me there before, either," Liz said, " but you can." She reached behind her massive hips to spread those great cheeks apart, allowing me access to the prize. It was much tighter than any I'd ever had, but with perseverence and all the juice we'd worked up I finally squeezed my cockhead past the elastic opening. I held fast for a moment, to allow her to get used to the feel, then began a slow insertion. "My God," Liz cried, "I can't believe I missed this pleasure all these years." She began to rock back and forth as I sawed in and out of that tight little hole. Occasionally I would go all the way to the hilt, then move my hips in a circular motion, to ream her deliciously. She seemed to love this, as did I, but soon got too excited and felt myself let loose a torrent of sperm deep in her ass. As I stood behind her in a sexual trance, I felt her continue to move on my cock, then spasm with lust, her sphincter gripping my dick like a vise, then with contractions as she again came. Thinking she might be uncomfortable, I tried to pull out, but she said, "stay where you are for a minute, it feels delicious." After basking in this afterglow a while, I tried to pull my softened cock out, but her anus gripped like a tight fist. Finally, I freed it with a slight 'plop' sound, and helped Liz to her feet. Both of us were a little shaky, but I got Liz seated on the sofa, then walked to the kitchen to pour us each another martini. I didn't know about her, but know I sure needed a drink. As I sat back beside her, after a few pulls on the tasty drink I said, "Wonder what Alice would think of this?" I just said this to be funny and lighten the mood, but Liz got serious and after gulping down her martini said "Let me just tell you about Alice." And for the next couple of hours that's exactly what she did, only stopping when we got so horny we had to fuck again. But that's another story, for another time.

Punishment for the naked fort adventure SeXStoRY

As soon as we were back from our trip there was an e-mail from Cherry saying that she's ready to punish me. I still felt bad for the stupid and dangerous idea and had to endure the punishment so I went to prepare myself. I first gave myself three enemas for real deep cleaning as Cherry requested and made sure my pussy is perfectly shaved. She said clothes will wait for me at her place. When I arrived there and entered she sent me to her room to prepare and then wait for her. On her bed I found a pair of white fishnet stockings and a white latex dress. I wore the stockings and the dress that was quite tight. There was no sign of panties but I found a pair of shoes and wore them as well. The dress was quite short and it pressed on my boobs well. I knelt in the middle of the room and waited for her to come in. She came in wearing red thongs, black stockings with a garter belt, and a latex bra. She ordered me to tell her the story. When I was done she was very angry. It was very stupid from me to do and she was disappointed. She said she will have to punish me well so I would never try that again. First she put a ball gag in my mouth and a collar around my neck. She slapped me several times and told me how stupid I am and a slut, too. She lowered my dress a bit to uncover my small perky tits and put a leash on me. She asked me if I want to be punished and I answered I want it badly. She slapped me again and called me a whore. She grabbed me by my hair and f***ed to smell her pussy. I could feel her female scents as she pushed my nose into her thongs. She slapped me again and told me to hold my hands behind my back. Then she pinched on my nipple and slapped me on my tit. She licked me on my moth and did some more pinching and breast slapping. I cried out loud as she did it and she did it a few more times. My nipples went quite hard. I was then f***ed into her thongs again as she pulled my dress up and slapped my on my ass hard. I cried out loud as my nose and mouth were pushed against her wet pussy lips behind the thong. She moved her thong to the side and f***ed my face between her wet lips. I felt her juices over my face. I was told this is not for my pleasure so she made me remove my dress and put me over her knees. She made me count as she slapped me with a leather strap on my bottom. She slapped me 10 times very hard and got my ass burning and then spread my cheeks with her hands. I could feel her fingers pushing in my ass. I had to stick my ass up as she put some lube on my ass and then said she doesn't want to hear any sound from me. Then she took a large buttplug and slowly pushed it into my ass. Slowly and deep as it spread my ass well over two inches. It also had a tail on it. She proceeded to play spread my ass and play with my cheeks as I endured the pain from the buttplug. Then I was made to walk around her room doing a nice horse walk and lifting my knees high up. She slapped me several times with a cane on my ass as I made mistakes while walking. I was pushed to the floor then where she put a huge dildo. She made me suck it deep and choke on it. She grabbed me by my hair and pushed my head down so the dildo would go deep inside my mouth. I had to hold it in my mouth then while she whipped my as hard. Strike after strike I tried to hold the dildo in my mouth and not cry out loud. She then finally lift me up by the whore and I had to say loud I'm a nasty little whore. I had to hold the whip in my mouth some more as she used the huge dildo and tried to push it up my pussy. It was way to large and tears came out as I cried from the pain. She finally pushed in and hold it while I had to fuck the dildo. I slowly moved forwards and backwards on the huge dildo as the pain slowly turned into pleasure and I felt my pussy juice dripping down on it. My mistress then slowly removed the buttplug from my ass for my relief and put it in my mouth. She left me like that for a short break while she removed her thongs. I lied on the floor then and she put a blindfold on me. I could feel her wet and warm pussy lips on my mouth as she squat over my head. She sat on my mouth and nose with her pussy until I couldn't breath. I sticked out my tongue as she pushed her asshole on it and choked with her ass and pussy again. After that she put on some nipple clamps on my tits and pulled on them hard until I cried again. When I begged her to stop she whipped me on my tits while I was crying loud and begging for mercy. She finally asked me if I learned my lesson and let me go. I knelt in the corner for some time while I cried and waited for her to tell me I am free.

Mediaeval Justice. SeXStoRY

The count looked at the beautiful young girl that sat opposite of him at the well loaded table. He smiled to the girl, trying to be as nice to her as possible under the given situation. He had some mixed feelings about this and tried to explain his point of view. "It is just bad luck for you, dear", he argued, "but there is a law to uphold". "But that law is inhuman", the girl protested. Her name was Ruby and she was only s*******n years old. She was so scared, that her voice quivered. But she realized that her only chance was to behave as normally as she could. Even in this horrid situation. She had to keep her wits together. "May be so. By the way, I already did abandon this law", the count shrugged, "but at the time of your offence it still was a law. So it has to be enf***ed. Even if I had quite forgot-ten about it. It was all about my little handicapped daughter, Mary. The other c***dren dared to tease her. So that's why I put my foot down and promised a severe an painful death penal-ty to anybody who would say or do anything that would harm my little girl. And it worked. The rule was properly written down as an official law and deposi-ted. It was confirmed with my signature. It put an end to the problem directly. And my little girl was happy again". "But nobody was ever executed because of that law. And no one knew about it any more. Why me....", the girl wined "Well as I said, just bad luck", the count said shifting in his seat. Ruby was a very attractive peasant girl, a servant at the palace now for almost a year. With her fair complexion, her smooth skin and her thick waving blond hair. Her large blue eyes were now filled with tears. Part of the the count did really pity her. That's why he invited her. He would try to explain things to her, try to convince her, that he had no other way. And also, as a sort of apology, treat her to a nice meal..... "Vaughn is the one who caught you, teasing Mary. He knew about this law and he demands that justice is done. You know how straightforward he is. As he demands it, and there is a law by which even I have to abide, I can't do anything else but condemn you to the registered punishment, which happens to be a slow and painfull death by public execution, however sorry I am.....", he explained. "But this is not some sort of a mild punishment, sire, this is a torture and death sentence. It means the end of my life. Death for an attractive young girl, like me. Sure you will reconsider, sire, please". "I am so sorry, dear, but it has been written all down. Even I can't change that now", the count said concerned. "Do you realize, sire, that maybe the executioner will strip me stark naked on the scaffold, so that everbody can see my breasts and my buttocks.....", the girl sobbed. The count had realized that. He shrugged his shoulders. "That man could hardly give you your proper punishment if you were not naked, dear. All victims are always naked on the scaffold. Man or woman.....", he answered lightly. The girl sat with her hands in front of her face. Her shoul-ders shook in sobbing. "But stop crying, my dear. There is still some time. Look what they have prepared for you. Isn't this delicious". "It is, sire, it is, and I am gratefull for your kindness", looking up and she even tried to smile, "It is only difficult for me to eat since my throat is lumpy because of fear. I can only think of that horrible moment that I have to go to the scaffold and that the hangman will torture me...." "Of course, my little girl, I understand that. But nothing is going to change that. That's what's going to happen. I can't help it. The only thing I can and will do, is please you to this treat and be nice to you now. The king serving the maid, but tomorrow will definitly be your last day...". "Then at least", the girl begged, "Let them kill me quickly. Let the humiliating and the torturing be". "Well dear, I am so sorry for you, but it is impossible. It has been noted in the law, that the punishment rule is specific about this way of execution. Otherwise you could have been strangled or hanged or any other painless way to die, but the culprit's death must be a slow, painfull and humiliating spectacle". "Even if that means that my intimate parts must be exposed in public, sire...", she begged. "How else could it be done, my dear. Your young and beautiful body will bound and spread. Vulnerable and naked of course. High on the scaffold, for everybody to see. I am sure the executioner will spread your legs wide open......". "But you will forbid him to touch my sexual parts", she protested, pressing her delicate hands in her lap, "that would be so indecent.....". "Why no, certainly not, my dear", the count applogized, "You are very sensitive there. Your delicate parts will be his aim. We all know his specialities. He is an expert on girls. Certainly their sensitive parts. That's were he can apply his irons and whips. On your soft belly, your breasts and all the other delicate female parts. That is were it will hurt the most and that is his assignment. Because that is to be your punishment. To be hurt and killed, to make you scream in agony, before you die. I am sorry for you, but torturing your female parts is very effective. I always give the executioner a free hand, to treat those delicate parts specially, inside and outside...". "But the pain and the humliation.....", she protested. "Well, that's just the point. Is not your love button the most sensitive part of your body. So let him torture you there. Your labia are very delicate. How will a burning iron make you scream. Your vagina is an opening to your sensitive belly. An real invitation for torture, dear. If the hangman must torture you, as is his assignment, I can't forbid him to use your sensitive spots. I would contradict myself, wouldn't I.....?". "It is so inhuman. Look at me, sire, my beauty, even you must see it, please reconsider, I ought to be protected. Not exposed...it is so indecent.....". "Well, sorry dear, but it is seen as an essential part in the proceedings. People will look up to you and realize that neither womanhood, youth or beauty can influence my feeling for justice So they are warned". The count looked very serious. He did not really hate this beautiful creature, but did not really mind her fate. And certainly he knew that Vaughn, who was just waiting to find him at fault would not forgive him. That awfull man might even trie to raise a revolt against him, just showing how the count did not even abide with his own laws. Of course he was a little bit sorry for the girl, but on the other hand he was secretly a bit curious over the spectacle that the execution of this beauty would be. Executions always were quite a spectacle, a break in monotonous daily live and in this case.... In general he loved executions.... It would of course mean the death of the girl, but she certainly could be missed since a score of other peasant girls would love to take her place at the castle. Light filtered in througd the high leadpaned windows. A ray of red just touching her blond hairs. A drama it was, that was for sure..... She tried to eat a few things from the overloaded table. She looked out of the window and than asked for the last time... "Sire, I beg you", Ruby looked pleadingly at him, "Why can't you show mercy on me. I am only s*******n years old. I am so young. I want to live...". "Of course dear, I understand, but there is a problem. You were quite nasty to Mary and you made her cry. Vaughn happened to hear that. He was really upset seeing what you had done to my girl, so he says. And then he remembered the law. I know it is silly now, but still. What would justice be if the count himself would not live by the laws he laid down himself. Vaughn saw it as his duty to turn you in. What can I do.....". She did not answer. Then she looked up at him and smiled her beautiful smile&ldots;. "I will do whatever you want, sire", she said bending her head. The count swallowed. It was clear that she meant to offer him her body. "Oh no, dear, that's not what I made you come here for", he protested. "I don't mind sire", she said, rising up from her seat. She started unbuttoning her blouse. "I just don't want to die. When I show you how nice my body is, you will get other ideas then sending me to a scaffold. I don’t know what will happen on the scaffold, but I am so scared after what you told me about the hangman. I can can imagine what he will do to me...... Look at me sire.....". By now she was stark naked. Her blouse and hem lay behind her and she had stepped out of her skirts. Th count didn't know were to look. His eyes darted over her naked body. From her face to her breasts to the soft blond patch of hair under her belly. What a fine girl that was. So marvellous a body. She cupped her firm young breasts in her slim hands and said: "Surely you would not want all my beauty to be wasted, sire". "Eh....no....eh...but", the count stammered. "And all this, sire". She spread her albaster legs and showed him her soft pink genitals. With her left hand she ran down her belly and spread the firmly closed petals of her sex apart, introducing him to her most intimate and attractive parts. The count could not help to get very excited, because he was a healthy man.... Ruby came over to him and sat on his lap. She noticed the bulge in his pants. She dr**ed her slender body against his. "But, but...", the count protested, but at the same time he put his arm around her soft curves and carressed her lovely breasts. "I'll do what you want, sire", she whispered. "I see", he replied, "but it will not help you. You have to die Ruby.....ah, ah AAAH". The young girl pretended not to hear him. She opened his pants and took his penis in her girly hands. "Come...", she whispered, "You are such a strong man...". He sure looked strong. His penis was very stiff. He did not want it, but she really turned him on. And at the same time he felt guilty. Of course she would get her hopes up. But he already had ordered her execution. He had no intention to stop that. Ruby worked him over. She put her mouth around his dick and licked him. He groaned for lust. The drama in this spectacle excited him even more. Ruby straddled his lap, splitting her supple body so that he could enter her sex. His excitement mounted so sudden that the brush of her clitoris over his penis made him grab her haunches an he pulled her violently down. Deeply he pushed his male organ into her, spearing the girl like a pig on the grill. She shouted in sudden pain, becaused she been a virgin maiden. Her ruptured hymnen was pain as hell, but she did not care. She was sure that he would not have her executed after this. He humped her up and down, not able to control himself, feeling his lust quickly rising to a peak.... He raged as a bull when he came, inside the unlucky little girl... Spent she slipped to the floor. She looked up at him. The sun playing over her her blond hairs and her lively face open and beautiful..... "Please.....", she was so lovely. The count tried to regain his breath. Panting with his eyes closed. Then he shook his head..... "No way, dear, you will have to die......". The girl collasped on the floor. The count looked down on her vulnerable naked body. In her misery she asumed a foetal pose, her knees al the way up her chin. Then could not help seeing her perfect round buttocks, between which her girlisch sexlips gleamed soft and still wet from his come. He tried to get her up and social again, but she would not move. So he left the room. After some time she got up got dressed again and sat down on the floor in a corner of the room. There the guards found her and brought her back to her cell. The execution took place at the marketplace on the market day and was every much the spectacle it had promised to be. A big crowd gathered. People were discussing all over the fate of the unlucky girl. All sort of arguments were heard. From pure anger over a silly law that long before should have been lifted to more stern people who shared the view of the count that laws should be enf***ed, whatever the consequences. Everybody was there to see.... Ruby was f***ed upon the scaffold by two layman. The executioner was waiting for her. His upperbody bare en only dressed in shorts, a black hood over his head. He did not intend to have any pity with the soft and vulnerable girl since he saw her pure and alone as a culprit that was to meet her proper punishment. Ruby had her bare arms bound on her back with rough rope and was dressed only in a single rough garment made of dark jute. But not long did she have that last protection. The first thing the hangman did was rip the garment from her body, leaving her stark naked to the gaze of the public. She screamed of hurt indignity, but the crowd cheered. All the people looked at the perfect globes of her breasts with the dark nipples. Several pointed al the blond bush under her belly. Ruby cried for shame. The executioner proceeded with his ghastly duties. She was bound with her arms above her head and lifted from the scaffold, dangling about with her feet half a meter of the floor from the gallows overhead. Everybody could now see the white female body in all her feminin detail. The first hiss of the whip. The terrible scream over the court. Her body danced about, her legs flying about. She turned around. The whip hit her back, her front, her belly, breasts and buttocks. Ruby sufferd terrible. The hangman swayed the whip very skilfully. Never doing her serious bodily harm yet, but making her suffering almost inendurable. First he aimed for her bottom, flicking the whip a those moments her round crimson cheeks were in the best position. The count sat on a balcony overseeing the spectacle. His feelings were mixed. On one side he did really pity the girl, but the darker side of him got secretly aroused..... Now the executioner went for the soft breasts of the girl, trying to land the whip on the exact spot of her nipples. Drops of red bl**d showed after he succeeded to hit both her nipples will all the f***e he had in his arms...... Finally he aimed for her soft white belly, not even sparing her intimate parts, the crowd cheering when the whip cracked between her legs, touching her viciously at her most intimate spot. Again and again he flicked the whip up, preciscely at the moment that her legs were spread and the tip of the whip landed between the soft lips of the girls sex... After this cruel and indignant whipping Ruby got a moment of rest, in which time a charcoal brazier was put on the scaffold. Several irons where sticking out of the mean little flames. Ruby was taken down from the gallows only to be bound at woodens bars. Her arms and legs spread wide, to make her body available for the next torment. The spectators strechted their necks to glimps at the her intimate parts now freely to be seen between her wide open thighs. Ruby's screams reverberated from the facades of the houses around the marketplace as her tormentor touched her body all over with the glowing hot irons. Her female body jumped and contorted when the iron burned her skin. Her armpits, her haunches, her thighs everywhere the hot iron burned his mark right into her sensitive flesh. She almost had no screams left, but when the iron came home at her right nipple, burning it completely away, she screamed up, her bouncing body even moving the wooden bars that held her arms... The executioner put the last iron back in the flames, wanting it to be glowing right hot, before he used it on the most sensitive spot of the female body. While waiting he carressed the body, playing with her sexual parts, pinching her sexlips and pummeling her clitoris..... Ruby recollected her wits just enough to realize where this last iron should go. She started screaming even before she saw the iron, the executioner held up before her eyes, showing how little red sparks fell from the tip. Then slowly he lowered it between her wide open legs. The red glow of the iron illuminated the female lips of her sex. Closer and closer it came, within only an inch of her lovebutton. A second the man waited in anticipation then he landed the red hot iron on her clitoris. The body of Ruby just flew right up in the air, forming a white tormented bow on the cross that held her arms and legs. The scream that tore out of her throat had nothing human anymore........ Wild with pain she tossed up and down, her haunches making a raffle on the wooden bars. Then the torturer pushed down her hips, opened with his left thumb and forefinger her labia and then with a great hhoeish sent the glowing hot steel bar deep in her vagina..... Ruby hips bounced up and a last cry tore from her throat. This was too much. Het body went limp and she fainted away. The excutioner stood back, looking satisfied down at his handwork. Then he looked at the count and knodded. The count said it was enough. She could put an end to her now. In the meantime the two layman had removed the steel bar from Ruby's vagina. The slapped her cheeks and finally her eyes fluttered to life again. Only to realise that now she was going to be killed. She saw it in the eyes of the hangman. She also realised how she was to die. The word suddenly got through to her and stuck in her mind. She saw a cleaver in his hand. She was going to be quartered alive....... She was mounted upside down to the cross. Her two legs up in the air in a big V. The executioner swung up the axe and brought in down between her legs, precisely in between her little labia. With a sickening sound her buttocks parted. The cleaver stuck in the soft part of her belly. Ruby high pitched screams were weakening now. The axe came down again splitting the body of the girl in two halves. The hangman was red with the bl**d of the dying girl. He opened her chest and ripped out her hart. It was still beating the moment he ripped it out. He held it up and showed it to the crowd...... Ruby was beyond any human torture. She was dead. Her sentence done. The executioner split the two halves of her body, hanging the four parts at the four corners of the scaffold. His work was done..... The people who had not missed a single moment went home satsisfied. This was justice done. The count smiled. He still felt a bit sorry for the girl but he took himself together.... Her execution had amused him.....

My Favorite Place SeXStoRY

My asian flower always knew I liked to make love to her. We both had the kind of jobs that we had the freedom to be gone from our desk for many hrs. and no one cared. One day I called her and said I want to spend sometime with her uninterrupted, "she knows that means, strong,sweaty sex." Because she works in an upscale part of town, most of the hotels are very costly, but that doesn't matter because I usually chose the same one each time, we go in the side door and we can get on the elevator right next to the room. Well one day I could tell my asian flower needed her garden watered, she doesn't like to come right out and tell me this because she is married and I'm sure doesn't want to admit her husband doesn't satisfy her. Well this day I get a text on my cell that says "do you want to go to your favorite place.?" Yes I do, was my reply so I picked her up from her office for lunch which always turned into us making wild hot steamy love with a few gr**es and water to hold us over. I asked her how long can you be gone from your desk, she said "I'm yours for however long you can stay!" Let me tell you we don't waste time when we get to the room, its already understood, take off your clothes and let's fuck, so we got out of our clothes, and you should understand I'm applying forplay the whole time we are driving to the hotel, giving her metaphors on size and speed, how deep things can be, slow moving objests and the thrust capacity when digging into deep areas. See you need to understand women are very turned on by the words we say, so be careful in how you talk before making love. I jumped between her legs all 12 inches of my man pipe, because she is already wet, she grabs around my mid-section as best as possible but I'm a large man 6'3 255lbs of straight man and muscle. With each thrust into vagina I"m trying to reach the bottom of her throat, I'm thrusting so hard the pictures on the wall are shaking, the bed is creaking, and the microwave in the room has almost slid off the counter. She is moaning and groaning, and I'm listening for the sounds of orgasm because I don't want to come before she has the big orgasm. Now my asain flower doesn't like to talk much she says "just enjoy it, don't say anything" but the black men love to talk while we are dominating the pussy, we are the mandingo's everyone talks about and wants to be! I'm telling her, tell me how it feels, do you like it, how do you want it, is that the right spot, do you want it hard, slow or smooth, I wasn't shocked when she started speaking in chinese, I didn't know what she was saying, but I guess I was hitting it right, because she never talked chinese when we made love before. So I'm banging it hard, I turned her to the left, I flipped her to the right, I pinned her legs so far back to expose that pussy so well she could almost see the back of her knee caps. I heard a few words of english, oh yeah, baby, oh yeah baby, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, take that pussy. I said who's pussy is that, she said it's yours, I said does it belong to your husband, she said know it belongs to you, I asked her again, who's pussy is that, she said it's yours," when can I have it, she said anytime you want. My asian flower was concerned she hadn't gotten her period yet and I told her don't worry I will check it for you while I'm adjusting your vaginal muscles, she was glad to hear that her cycle had come, once I took my measuring stick out of her I must have losened the inner lining of her walls because she started her periond at that moment. I didn't want her to be embarrassed so I stopped all thrusting motions, held her tight and caressed every part of her body. I gently massaged her shoulders, kissed under her breast where most men don't think about, I laid on her back to give her the impression of what it was like to be watched over, she then got in the shower where I washed her so carefully, so her hair wouldn't get wet before she went back to work. I dried her off from head to toe and caried her back to the bed I didn't want her feet to touch the floor, she put her clothes on and I dropped her off at work, since I was responsible for picking her up later to go home......when I picked her up later that evening, she said that lunch earlier was wonderful, I was dizzy with excatsy "what did you do to me?" I said, just took care of your needs because I love you. She said I want to feel that way again, I said "no problem, I drove right back to "My favorite place" after we left her job to finish before I took her home to her husband....a place where excasty doesn't exist! I love asian women, any women out there ever have that kind of lov'n?!