<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504</id><updated>2011-12-17T03:47:36.189-08:00</updated><category term='A friend in need'/><category term='Ass Passion'/><category term='sex with bestfriend'/><category term='Accidental Deflowering'/><category term='Bestfriend stories'/><category term='Lesbian Stories'/><category term='The Panty Professor'/><category term='Incest'/><category term='Black in her Undies'/><category term='He Caught Me Masturbating'/><category term='Nude'/><category term='Teens'/><category term='Masturbation Stories'/><category term='Erotica'/><category term='Hardcore'/><category term='The sperm clinic'/><category term='Gay'/><category term='Backdoor Birthday'/><category term='Drunk Sex'/><category term='Lingerie Salesman'/><category term='Taming Wife&apos;s best friend'/><category term='Blowjobs'/><category term='Banging in the Bathroom'/><category term='The maid'/><category term='Sex Stories'/><category term='Blind Date'/><category term='Psychedelic Sex'/><category term='Whore'/><category term='Group Sex'/><category term='First exam'/><category term='Lesbian Fantasies'/><category term='My Cousin&apos;s Sexy Feet'/><category term='Exposed'/><category term='Teen Stories'/><title type='text'>Humor Sex Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-2221624366608097494</id><published>2008-02-21T18:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:05:54.275-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psychedelic Sex'/><title type='text'>Psychedelic Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It was Halloween and I took mushrooms with my  friend and went to a party. He disappeared, and there I was feeling a little  lost when one of my students came up (I was a teaching assistant). Nice one! I  don't think she noticed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, I went back to my dorm (a co-op, all  hippy dippy) and met my girlfriend, who was really angry at me because I wanted  to go climbing with friends the next day. I sat there with her on the couch  listening to her. I was like, "Baby, it's really hard to argue with you. I'm  seeing the first visuals I've ever had in my life!" She said it was hard to  argue for her, too, because she'd dropped some Ecstasy(!). So we kept at it for  a little while, until we got bored or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then we went to her closet (she shared her  bedroom with several other people, but had put a mattress in a closet--it just  fit) and started fucking. It was completely dark, and I was tripping hard. My  friend (the buddy that bailed on me at the party) always said that shrooms kill  his sex drive. It made it interesting for me: kind of calm. All of the bullish  'rutting' behavior was out of me, and it became a slow, aesthetic experience.  Just a nice in-and-out, holding her and listening to her enjoy herself. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It was bizarre, because she felt like she was  in two pieces, split at her torso, like a Picasso painting... but not in any way  grotesque -- it was actually kind of cool. I knew she was there all safe and  happy amidst all of the peaches and oranges and thighs and breasts I was  groping. The moistness was glorious. I put my hand on her cunt as I pushed in  and out and I'd never felt it wetter. I told her it felt like a big flower. This  made her gush, "Really?" "Yeah, like a Georgia O'Keefe painting." It did feel  like I was fucking a Georgia O'Keefe painting. Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-2221624366608097494?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2221624366608097494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=2221624366608097494' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/2221624366608097494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/2221624366608097494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2008/02/psychedelic-sex.html' title='Psychedelic Sex'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-2422787061086002183</id><published>2008-02-21T18:04:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:05:09.845-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accidental Deflowering'/><title type='text'>Accidental Deflowering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My girlfriend and I had been going out for a while and on  Halloween (of all days) we were fooling around in her room. We both had our  pants off and she got on top of me, but was careful not to put my cock inside  her. Suddenly, she slipped at the same time as I thrust up and I burst into her  wet pussy. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For a second we were both shocked that we had both lost  our virginity, but then started fucking like animals. It didn't take long for  either of us to come, obviously, but after that, we screwed at any chance we  could get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-2422787061086002183?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2422787061086002183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=2422787061086002183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/2422787061086002183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/2422787061086002183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2008/02/accidental-deflowering.html' title='Accidental Deflowering'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-1987481748033324614</id><published>2008-02-21T18:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:04:41.083-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banging in the Bathroom'/><title type='text'>Banging in the Bathroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I had been casually dating this one guy for a week when he invited me over to his friend's Halloween party. I dressed up as a glam-rock porn star with glitter blue hair and a short skirt, platform shoes, the works. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The boys were drinking upstairs when he and I went down to  the basement to talk. We started kissing each other on the couch and I got so  turned on. He went to the bathroom so I waited. I felt very inspired so I stood  in front of the door. When he opened it I was standing right there and I moved  close to him to kiss him passionately. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I pushed him into the spacious bathroom and closed the  door behind me. We immediately stripped off all our clothes. There was a huge  mirror from wall to wall and I stared at his erect dick through the reflection.  He lifted me to the counter and started licking my pussy and I came shortly  after. The counter was just the right height for him to slide inside me. I was  so wet. He thrust his dick in and out and I just moaned even though I could hear  people outside. We knocked over some candles as we fucked harder and harder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A girl tried to knock on the door but another guy told her  his friend is having sex in the bathroom with his girlfriend. I was like  "Girlfriend? What the fuck?" but we kept going until he came inside me. I kissed  a little longer and went outside, but by that time everyone was gone because  they didn’t have the patience to wait for the bathroom anymore. We laughed so  hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-1987481748033324614?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1987481748033324614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=1987481748033324614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/1987481748033324614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/1987481748033324614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2008/02/banging-in-bathroom.html' title='Banging in the Bathroom'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-5124894706010423973</id><published>2008-02-21T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:04:12.112-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ass Passion'/><title type='text'>Ass Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;My wife and I love to watch  X-rated movies when we really want to have a passionate encounter. One night  after we enjoyed our movie I started to lick her cunt. She was really turned on  and I expected that. As I was licking her, I let my tongue start to explore the  area between her ass and her pussy. She began to go absolutely crazy. She got so  wet it was incredible. I began to lick her ass while I played with her pussy  with my fingers. I thought maybe she would be put off and ask me to stop, but  instead she lifted her ass in the air and spread her legs, making her beautiful anus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;fully available to me. As I was  sticking my tongue in her ass, she had one orgasm after another. She told me to  put my finger in her ass and to lick her pussy. That produced similar results  until she couldn't stand it any more and told me to go get the Astroglide. I went  quickly to the night stand and got the small bottle of lube and she told me to  pour it on her ass. I ask her if she wanted me to put two fingers in her ass,  and she said, no, she wanted my cock. I was so excited that I think I came as my  cock was going in, which made her ass really slippery. I came but did not lose  my hard on and fucked her until she passed out. It was absolutely the most  intense lovemaking session we had ever had. We try to repeat it about once a  month, and my tongue in her ass is a weekly event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-5124894706010423973?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5124894706010423973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=5124894706010423973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/5124894706010423973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/5124894706010423973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2008/02/ass-passion.html' title='Ass Passion'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-5876909446501716195</id><published>2008-02-21T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:03:41.178-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Backdoor Birthday'/><title type='text'>Backdoor Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A couple of years ago, I was in a relationship with a married  woman who was 20 years older me. This woman was great in bed and gave fantastic  head, but would never let me go up her ass.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="left"&gt;The day before my birthday, she rang me and told me to come  around the next day as she had a "birthday treat" for me. I was able to guess  what it might be so I was almost hard with anticipation when I rang her  doorbell. I was completely hard when she opened the door wearing only stockings  and suspender belt. She dragged me into the house, got on her knees and blew me  until I shot off over her tits.    &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="left"&gt;She gave me a while to build back up again, and then sure  enough, she produced some lube, and smeared it generously on my cock. She went  on all fours, I applied a little lube to her ass, and inched my way in. She  gasped with pain at first, but it soon turned to moans of pleasure as pumped  away in her tight, virgin asshole.    &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="left"&gt;I shot my load in her, and pulled out to watch it come back out  of her gaping hole. I really enjoyed my birthday present, and she must've too,  because I went in her ass a few more times after that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-5876909446501716195?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5876909446501716195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=5876909446501716195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/5876909446501716195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/5876909446501716195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2008/02/backdoor-birthday.html' title='Backdoor Birthday'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-8100054182963816259</id><published>2008-01-03T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T16:42:41.550-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The sperm clinic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hardcore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex Stories'/><title type='text'>The sperm clinic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; When Karma got a job in a fertility clinic a young man came in and said he wanted to deposit his sperm. She handed him a cup and said to find and room and fill it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"You don't understand, I want to squirt it in your pussy" he smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Karma looked at the handsome boy and whispered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Wait until I get off work and we will go to your house"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Men jacking off behind closed doors made her so horny she she wanted sex. His name was Fred and he was waiting for her after she got off work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Have you been waiting long?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"About an hour"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Karma got in his car and said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I can only stay with you until six and then I have to go home to my husband"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I like married women" he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"After I've used them for sex I can send them home"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Why do you want me, I'm old enough to be your mother"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Older women know how to please a man"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I like you" said Karma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When they were in the his bedroom they undressed and Karma gasp when she saw his prick. It must have been nine inches long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"My god" she giggled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Do you like my cock?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Yes" she whispered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Karma spread her legs wide so he could bury it in her hole. Fred mounted her and stabbed his prick deep in her cunt. Karma closed her eyes and enjoyed the ride. He fucked her for an hour, she didn't know a man could last this long. When her husband fucked her she seldom climaxed because he went off to quick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Oh my god fuck meee!" she screamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Shut up bitch or I'll slap you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Karma always wanted rough sex so she whispered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Do it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fred pulled his squirting prick out of her hole and straddled her and slapped her until her nose was bloody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Oh my god I like it, fuck me again as hard as you can" she pleaded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This time Fred rammed his prick in her asshole. Karma raised her legs so his prick could penetrate her shit hole as far as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Jesus god, I love it" she cooed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This time when she climaxed she couldn't help herself and squirted piss. When he was done filling her rectum with cum she begged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Lick my asshole" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fred cleaned her asshole with his tongue and then ate her cunt. When it was time for her to go home she ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Can I see you again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'll be waiting for you at my house"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That night when her husband had sex with her she lay there like a limp rag and waited until he was done. Jess fell asleep and snored. He didn't know his wife was cheating on him. The next morning when her husband went to work she looked in the mirror. She was forty-five but her breasts were still firm and her ass wasn't fat. Work went by slowly and finally quitting time came. She drove to Jess's house and knocked on the door. A large black man opened it and said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"We've been waiting for you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Come in and have a drink" said Fred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Am I going to have sex with both of you?" she gasp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Yes, I think you will like to fuck Tyrone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Why is he so special?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"His prick is bigger than mine" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Oh my god!" giggled Karma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Fred told me that you like to be slapped?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I love it when men hurt me" said Karma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"What would you do if I fist fucked you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I would scream"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Take your clothes off, I'm going to do it" smiled the black man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I want to get drunk first" said Karma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Karma sat on the couch and drank vodka until she was numb. Then she pulled her panties off and pulled up her dress. Fred got Vaseline and smeared it on Tyrone's fist. The black man pushed his greasy hand against Karma's hole until it went in. She didn't scream until his fingers entered her womb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Take it out you nigger son of a bitch" she demanded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Shut your mouth white trash" he greowled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fred hit her so hard she had a black eye. Karma gasp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"You didn;t have to hit me so hard"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Quit complaining or I will hit you again you  slut" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Karma shivered and climaxed so hard she pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Look the cow likes it" laughed Tyrone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I told you she would" said Fred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tyrone pushed his fingers into her womb again she fainted from the pain. She awoke and the black man was fucking her bloody cunt and Fred was jacking off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I love you both" she sobbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When Tyrone was done with her Fred took his place. Karma was in heaven, she hoped the men would fuck her all night. To hell with going home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"That's enough for now bitch, I'm tired" said Tyrone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"let's rest for a while" said Fred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Karma wiped the blood and cum off her cunt with her panties and ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Can I sleep here tonight?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"What about your husband?" said Fred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;!-- 27 --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To hell with him, I want to live with you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'll beat you and do nasty things to you" he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"That's what I want" she cooed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Live with me, I want a white woman to fuck"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Oh my god I want both of you" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"We can share her" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I want her every other week" said Tyrone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Done" smiled Fred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She called her husband and told him she wasn't coming back and to find someone else to clean house and cook. Then she went home with Tyrone, it was his turn to have her. Next week Fred would get her cunt for sex. She had never been so happy in her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-8100054182963816259?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8100054182963816259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=8100054182963816259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/8100054182963816259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/8100054182963816259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2008/01/sperm-clinic.html' title='The sperm clinic'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-9189439692609281122</id><published>2007-12-28T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T16:24:16.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masturbation Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black in her Undies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesbian Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teen Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex Stories'/><title type='text'>Black in her Undies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                "My gosh,"  Kimberly Hoffs whispered to her husband,  "this is the most boring  speech I've ever heard!"  Dale Hoffs simply patted his wife on the arm and turned back  to face the podium where the president of his company was droning on about corporate  reorganization.  Kimberly toyed with her napkin while taking a another sip of her wine  before tapping her husband on the shoulder and saying,  "I've have to use the restroom,   I'll be back in a few minutes."  He waived her off with a nod while she excused herself to  the two other couples at their table before slipping out the side exit.   As she made her  way down the hall she muttered under her breath to no one in particular,  "How can  anyone talk for so long and say absolutely nothing?!?"   Her thoughts were interrupted  when a voice from around the corner offered,  "I quite agree,  that idiot is a sure cure for  insomnia!"  Kimberly spun around to see who had heard her little out burst and was  surprised to see a handsome black man of about forty leaning against the wall smoking a  cigarette.  He looked slightly familiar,  but she couldn't quite place him.  Sensing her  predicament he interjected,  "You probably don't remember me,  but I met you at the  company Christmas party two years ago,  my name is Hannibal Jackson."   "Oh sure,"   Kimberly replied with a smile.  "At the Winston Hotel,  right!?!"   "You got it,"  he said  while flashing a killer smile.  "What excuse did you use to get out of there?"  he added.    "Oh,  I just said I had to use the little girl's room,"  she giggled.  "Same here,"  came his  reply.  "Whattaya say we go together?!?"   "Let's!"  she replied while making a decorous  bow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The restroom doors were side by side,  so after giving Hannibal Jackson a nod and a  smile she opened the door and slipped inside.  At first she didn't even notice,  but before  the door had a chance to swing shut he followed her inside!   "W-what are you doing in  here?!?"  she asked nervously while backing up against a counter containing three sinks. "I thought you might need some help,"  he replied casually while flicking his half  smoked butt onto the floor.  "H-help with what???"  she asked thickly.   "Ohhhh,"  he  answered while moving up close to her,  "I just was thinking that a woman like you  might need some help with her panties."   "W-what ever gave you that idea?!?"  she  stammered as a pang of arousal rolled through her quickly dampening vagina.  "I can  assure you that I'm quite capable of handling my own panties!"   "I'm sure you are,"  he  replied smoothly while caressing her bare arm.  "But it would be so much more fun if I  helped you take them off!"  The mere touch of his hand on her arm caused her to shiver  while her panties were now completely drenched from her growing excitement!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;She knew that she was in trouble but for some reason she just stood there while he began  to caress her full breasts through her dress and bra!   "Mmmmmm,  I just love a woman  with large breasts,"  he whispered into her ear.  "Have you ever had a black man suck  them for you!?!"   "N-nooooo!!!"  she gasped.   "Never!!!"   "It think we'd better do  something about that,  don't you!?!"  he asked softly.   With her mind careening our of  control she struggled to think of an answer to his question,  but instead of replying she  followed him mutely as he lead her into the last toilet stall and closed and locked the  door! "That's better,"  he said gently while sitting her down on the toilet lid,  "now before we  take care of your breasts,  I think that maybe you had better help me with this!"  Her eyes  were now glazed over,  but she watched in rapt fascination as he slowly unzipped his  trousers and ordered,  "Okay,  baby,  you take it out!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;What in the heck was gong on here!?!   Kimberly had been married for fifteen years to  the same wonderful man and had never once even considered having a fling!   But now,   with her husband sitting not more than two hundred feet way she found herself  compelled to do exactly what this man who was barely and acquaintance had to say!    Her hand was shaking like the proverbial leaf as it slid inside of his open fly.  "O-oh my  god!!!"  she moaned softly.   "What's the matter?"  he asked while thrusting his hips  forward.   "I-it feels so big!"  she stammered.  "I-I'm afraid!!!"   "It won't hurt you,"  he  replied calmly,  "now do as I say or I'll have to spank you."  Just the thought of having  her plumb bottom being tanned by his huge hands made her moan even louder!   "O- okay!" she gasped softly.  "I'll do it!!!"  This time she grabbed the thick piece of cock  meat in her small hand while carefully maneuvering it out into the open air!   "Sweet  jesus!"  she groaned while running her fingers up and down it's vein covered length.   "Never in my entire lifeÅÅ."  He chuckled softly under his breath and asked,  "Now,   what do you think you're going to do next!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;!-- 49 --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her breathing was becoming increasingly labored she stared up at his handsome  face and whispered,  "You want me to suck it?!?"  "Do you want to?" he asked.   "P- please!"  she moaned.  "Let me suck it off!"   He leaned forward slightly,  pressing his  smooth cocoa colored head against her partially opened mouth!   That was all the signal  she needed as she let it slip inside where she immediately began sucking him like a  vacuum cleaner!   He groaned deeply as the hot mouthed slut slurped on his massive  manhood.  While he dearly loved the way his wife performed oral sex on him,  there was  nothing in the world quite like a cock hungry white bitch to get his juices really flowing!    And what made it even better was that there was definitely a hint of danger in the air  what with both of their spouses in the just down the hall in the ball room!   It was plain  from the moment she took him inside that she would suck him to completion,  but just to  tease her a little he scolded,  "You're not doing nearly a good enough job,  I'm sorry but  that's all for you!!!" A look of absolute panic crossed her face as she gripped his shaft  tighter while throwing her lips and tongue into overdrive!  With his legs buckling under  the oral assault,  he held on to the wall of the stall as a vocano of hot white jizz blasted  into the back of Kimberly Hoff's throat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Oh mannnnnnn!"  Hannibal Jackson sighed while leaning heavily against the wall.   "You white bitches suck mean fucking pecker!!!"   With her pussy in an absolute frenzy,   Kimberly Hoffs momentarily stunned the just fucked stud with the lightning speed in  which she stood up and shoved him down onto the pot!   "Now it's my turn!"  she hissed  while hiking up her dress.  "S-sweet mother of mine!"  he groaned when her pretty sheer  pink panties came into view.  "Tear them off!!!"  she pleaded.   Chuckling at the urgency  in her voice he casually caressed her panty crotch while showing little or no inclination in  ripping them off.   "Hurry up you bastard!" she pleaded.  "Hurry up and fuck me!!!"   He  was just about to do as she asked when the door to the restroom swung open and  someone crossed the room and entered the adjacent stall!   "Good god!"  he whispered  hoarsely,  "Someone's next door!!!"   Before they realized what was happening someone  plopped down on the toilet right next to the one they were using!!!  With sweat breaking  out on the forehead of the now very nervous stud, Kimberly quietly removed her panties  before mounting Hannibal's rock hard pecker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;She tried desperately not to make a sound,  but the massiveness of the black stud's dick  was too much for her as she involuntarily moaned softly as each inch of cock meat slid  into her dripping wet pussy!   "Are you all right over there!?!" the strange woman asked  seriously.  "You don't sound too good!!"   Hannibal gritted his teeth while the hot assed  white bitch rocked back and forth on his super engorged manhood, and then much to his  chagrin Kimberly panted,  "I-I'm okay,  I'm just about ready to cum!!!"   From the other  stall the woman cleared her throat and remarked,  "Well uh,  I'm sorry to have bothered  you."   "T-that's all right"  Kimberly moaned.  "I'm almost there,  ohhhhhhhhhhh god  I'm cumming so fucking hard!!!"   Hannibal's eyes rolled back into his head as he  mouthed the words,  "You're out of your mind!!!"   As terrified as he was at getting  caught,  he was ten times more turned on!!!  So while Kimberly rode him like a bucking  bronco,  his pecker convulsed several times before unleashing a torrent of cum deep in  the pussy of the now well fucked white cocksucker!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Are you nuts!"  he yelped.  "That coulda been my wife over there!!!"  "Do you know  what could have happenedÅÅ.."   Kimberly put her hand over his mouth and smiled  devilishly before wrenching her pussy around his now thickening cock and offering  softly,  "But it wasn't,  now be quiet stud man,  that black bone still has a lot of work to  doÅÅÅÅÅ"   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-9189439692609281122?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9189439692609281122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=9189439692609281122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/9189439692609281122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/9189439692609281122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/black-in-her-undies.html' title='Black in her Undies'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-7842355114540625362</id><published>2007-12-20T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T18:07:37.820-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teen Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The maid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesbian Fantasies'/><title type='text'>The maid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                Mary was depressed.  Out of high school for three months now and not one decent  job offer.  She was getting desperate!!!  Her parents were on her back and she couldn't  blame them, underfoot all day and just generally in her mom's way.  As she scanned the  want ads for the 23rd time her eye caught sight of an ad she must have missed.  It read,  "Older widowed lady needs live in female for general household duties and  companionship.  Will pay top dollar to the right person! Start right away.  Call Mrs.  Bradford at 555-1212."  Mary reread the ad several times trying to decide if she even  wanted to get into domestic work.  As hard up as she was, the words"top dollar" made  her pick up the phone and dial the listed number.  A minute later she had an appointment  to meet Mrs. Bradford  tomorrow afternoon at 3:00 o'clock, and while she wasn't exactly looking forward to it,  Mary really needed to get something going, and how hard could  domestic work be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At exactly three p.m. Mary was knocking on the big front door at the address Mrs.  Bradford had given her over the phone the day before.  The house was huge--almost a  mansion!  This might turn out to be more work than she had bargained for!  Just then the  door swung open and Mary was introducing herself to Mrs. Bradford and her friend Cora  Hilliard.  Both women looked to be in their early sixties but Mary was never very good at  guessing people's ages.  Mary sat down in an over stuffed easy chair in the dimly lit  parlor while the two ladies sat opposite her on a long sofa.  After giving her vital  imformation--age, education, work history, etc., Zoe Bradford explained what her duties  would be if she took the job.  In addition to general cleaning, she would be required to   make the meals, grocery shop, and generally run the basic household on a day to day  basis.  Most of her evenings would be free and she would have Saturday afternoon and all  day Sunday off, and of course her room and board would be free and she would pretty  much have the run of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;   Now for the wages.  Both women gave each other a glance and then Mrs. Bradford said,  "You will be paid $2000 per week for your services."  Before Mary could say a word--she  was stunned to say the least, Zoe Bradford continued on, "There is, however, one more  duty that I have not described to you as of yet. Obviously domestic work does not  normally pay $2000 per week!  That figures out to more than $100,000 per year, and  many executives don't make that kind of money, but the one last job requirement is what  we are going to be paying you for, and that duty is that you will service Cora and I  sexually whenever we want or need it.  This could come in the form of oral sex or we  may have you strap on a dildo and fuck us, but it matters only in our mood at the time.   We will make you sign a contract that is ironclad and also a document that will prevent  you from telling anyone about our activities.  There may be occasions when we have a young  man in to fuck you in front of us, if so, he will be required to wear a condom.  We  believe in safe sex!  If  this is satisfactory, you may begin work tomorrow.  Do you have  any questions?"  Mary sat in stunned silence!  She could barely speak!  After a few  moments of thought, mostly about the $2000 per week, she nodded her head and said,  "I'll start tomorrow."  "Good," said Cora,  "We'll see you then!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;   At eight o'clock the next morning Mary's employment began.  Cora and Zoe met her at  the door and asked her to follow them to the parlor while the two ladies explained that  while they liked men, they loved the feel and texture of young female flesh!  Mary sat  quietly as Cora spoke, all the while sizing up her new employers.  Cora was lean and trim  with an average size bust and average height, say about 5'5" tall, while Zoe on the other  hand was heavier and much taller, and in her youth she could have easily been referred to  as an Amazon!  She had a huge chest that kind of reminded her of a grandmother's chest,  you know, dominantly large in every way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After about fifteen minutes of instructions on work related items Cora asked Mary to  please stand up and remove all of her clothing.  Feeling very awkward indeed, Mary  stood and slowly slipped out of her things.  She could feel the eyes of the two women  caressing her from across the room.  Zoe reached out her hand and motioned Mary to her.   Soon Zoe was touching Mary all over her ripe young body while Cora soon joined in the  feel up!  Both ladies couldn't seem to get enough of Mary's body!  Mary had never had  both of her tits sucked at the same time, but now each nipple was being expertly sucked  and nibbled!  Cora slid her hand between Mary's legs and was soon fingering her now  dripping snatch, and with her head spinning,  an orgasm ripped through Mary like an  express train with both her nipples and clit being on absolute fire!  As she lay between  them, Mary began to think that this job might be all right after all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mary was roused to attention when she felt Zoe begin to strip off her own clothes.  This  would be the moment of truth--could she handle seeing and feeling sixty year old bodies?    Watching Zoe strip was an education in itself.  Although she was plump and old, Zoe's  body was much firmer than Mary had thought possible.  When she finally dropped her  bra two huge boobs spilled out in Mary's face!  "Suck child," was all Zoe said.  With that,  a big hard nipple as slipped into her mouth and she softly began sucking the big tit like a  small baby!  At the same time should could feel her legs being pushed apart and a tongue  started to probe her wet pussy!  Cora had decided to eat her out!  God that old bitch could  suck!  Zoe began fingering her own cunt and soon both she and Mary were cumming like  water faucets!  Cora's face was completely covered with Mary's cunt juice, and  Zoe was  licking her own cum off her fingers and loving every second of it!  By now Cora was the  only one who hadn't cum yet, and feeling a little left out, she took off all of her things, lay  back on on the couch, spread her legs, and pulled Mary's face down to her hairy pussy!  It  was sopping wet and steaming hot!  Mary quickly found Cora's love button and started to  wrap her tongue around it while Cora began pushing her cunt harder and harder into  Mary's eager mouth!  Zoe got in on the action by feeding one of her giant tits to Cora who  eagerly took it into her waiting mouth!   Mary could feel the contractions when Cora  blew her own nut!  These two old bitches were hot!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After the heavy breathing had subsided, all three women retired to the whirlpool for a  relaxing bath.  "Yes sir," thought Mary, "This job is going to work out just  fine!"   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-7842355114540625362?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7842355114540625362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=7842355114540625362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/7842355114540625362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/7842355114540625362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/maid.html' title='The maid'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-2729531272404427146</id><published>2007-12-20T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T18:06:49.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exposed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesbian Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex Stories'/><title type='text'>Exposed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                It was so hot and sticky, Angela was sure that the other riders of the bus could  smell it as well.  Her cunt, her pussy, her quim, call it what you liked, but at this very  moment Angela's vagina was leaking like a dripping water faucet!  Now if she had worn  panties, well then maybe no one would have noticed, but Angela never wore panties,  because, well because she was what in polite circles they call and exhibitionist!  At this  very moment Angela had made eye contact with a middle aged man who was seated  across from her, and with barely flickering eyes she dropped them nonchalantly to her  lap, while casually spread her legs, giving him an eye full of inner thigh and closely  cropped pussy fur!  His eyes went from her crotch back to her face, but he immediately  knew that she wanted him to look, just by the smirking little half smile that crossed her  lips.  He wet his lips with his tongue, glanced around to see if anyone else was watching,  and then let his gaze fall to Angela's nether region and for the next five minutes he stared  at the plump brown haired slit, only taking his eyes off it to see if anyone had discovered  his furtive activity!!!  When they were almost to Angela's stop, she shifted her weight  slightly and  flexed her cunt muscles, causing her lips to bulge in and out, separating  slightly to give a glimpse of her pink crack.  Angela thought his eyes were going to pop  out of his head, so she smirked at him again and gave him one final pussy flex for good  measure!  She then closed her legs, stood up to exit the bus, and while giving him a  lilting, "Have a nice day sir,"  breezed past him out the door and onto the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;      Walking the two blocks to her office, Angela could feel her lips sliding back and forth  against each other with each step, and if should would have concentrated on it she could  have easily induced an orgasm, but she wanted to wait until she had a chance to have one  while she was showing herself to an unsuspecting stranger!  In her office, Angela went  straight to the rest room and went into a stall and wiped the dew off the outer lips of her  pussy, while shuddering when the tissue nicked the tip of her swollen clitoris, causing yet  another spate of nectar to flood from her pussy.  The door to the rest room swung open  and Angela heard some one entering as a familiar voice called out,  "Is that you Ang?"   "Yeah, Jackie, it's me, come on in," replied Angela to her good friend Jackie.  "What are  you doing in here," scolded a laughing Jackie while taking in an eyeful of Angela's  exposed  vagina.  "Just doing a little house keeping," answered a grinning Angela, as she continued  daubing at her nether lips while Jackie lifted the hem of her own dress, giving Angela a  peek at her own naked vagina.  Each woman then put a finger inside the other's pussy and  fingered it vigorously, and since each of them was sopping wet to begin with, they  brought each other to quick hard orgasms, kissing deeply while their fingers whipped  over each others clits.  After making sure no one else was in the rest room with them,  they quietly slipped out of the stall and headed back to the office, with very satisfied  pussies indeed!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was warm day, so the two women decided to eat their lunched out doors in a office  plaza a few blocks away.  While Angela was usually a little coy about her flashing, Jackie  on the other had would be considered a slut!  While they were sitting on a short brick  fence eating their food, Jackie overtly exposed herself to at least three passing men,  surprising one of them to the point that he accidentally ran into a tree while trying to  keep his eyes on Jackie's hairy cunt!  Just as they were finishing their drinks, Jackie said,  "The next person who walks by gets a good look, male or female!"  Angela started to say  something, but Jackie hushed her up with, "Shush, Ang, here comes one now!"  Angela  looked over her shoulder just in time to see a fortyish woman approaching from behind  her while the hot pussied Jackie was already getting the hem of her dress pulled up and  her cunt pointing directly at the approaching target!  Now facing the woman straight on,  she smiled and said, "Nice day huh," while spreading wide her smooth thighs. Expecting  the woman to march off indignantly, both of them were shocked when she stopped and  casually commented on how pretty Jackie's vagina  was!!!  Angela, now getting into the  swing of things, leaned back and spread her own legs, giving the woman a perfect shot of  her bulging vulva.  The woman introduced herself as Meg, and asked if she could stand  there awhile an ogle their pussies, and talk dirty to them.  Both Angela and Jackie  heartily agreed, and tried to give Meg the best view possible of their dripping slits.  Meg  began asking the most intimate of questions, such as when was the last time either of  them had let a man put a penis inside of them, or when was the last time that they had let  a man stick a tongue into their cunts and lick their erect little clits!?!  It was truly  amazing to be sitting in a crowded area, surrounded by hundreds of people while  exposing yourself to a total stranger, and then incredilby having her talk to you about  your most secret sexual exploits!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Angela, now breathing hard, her pussy flooded with juice, and her lips engorged with  blood,  asked the woman, "Do you love wet vaginas?!?"  The woman nodded and replied,  "Especially when they are peeking out from under a skirt, their lips bulging and dripping  with dew!"  Jackie chimed in with, "Meg, are you wet now, too?"  "Oh, my yes," she  hissed quietly, "my slit is making my panties sopping wet!"  All three woman then began  asking each other the crudest things, an made the most obscene comments about each  others crotches until Angela announced,  "I'm going to cum now, will anyone join me?!?"   Both Jackie and Meg nodded  vigorously,  while Jackie and Angela tightened and  untightened their vaginal muscles, Meg held her legs close together and worked the  inside of her legs against her clit as the three red hot pussies spasmed simultaneously  while the three owners gritted their teeth and tried to disguise the fact that they were all  having very hard orgasms right out in public!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; There was a public rest room in the building adjacent to the plaza, so Jackie and Angela  begged Meg to go with them and show them her pussy, and even though she was running  a little late, she agreed to show it to them, but only for a moment!  There was a large  handicapped stall at the far end of the room, so the three women waited until the coast  was clear, an then hustled into the oversized cubicle, whiole giggling like a gaggle of  school girls!!!  Jackie was beside herself with anticipation, and begged Meg to hurry up.   Meg reached under her skirt and slid her white lace panties down to her shoes, where she  carefully stepped out of them, and then in a very deliberate manner, turned to face the  two breathless women, before slowly lifting her skirt to reveal a very hairy blonde vee of  pubic hair.  It was matted from a combination of the tight panties and the cunt juice that  had leaked from her vagina, but a very excited Jackie sucked in her breath and asked  Meg if it was all right if she touched it?  "Oh, go ahead," whispered Meg, "but make it  snappy, cuz I have to get back to the office!"  Jackie's middle finger quickly disappeared  in the jungle of fur and burrowed around until it found the hard little nub that was the  center of Meg's sexuality as her finger soon became the most important thing in Meg's  life, as it was carrying her on a wave towards a deep orgasm!  Angela, in the mean time,  had sat down on the john, pulled up her dress, and was mindlessly fingering her own wet  slit while Meg leaned forward and kissed Jackie on the mouth, forcing open her lips with  her tongue and probing the young woman's mouth.  Angela slipped her free hand up and  under Jackie's dress and used her fingers to bring her friend close to another climax.  Not  more than ten minutes ago these three woman had climaxed without even touching their  vaginas, but now, they were not only touching them, they were fingering them like there  was no tomorrow!!! Just before they blew, Meg pulled her mouth from Jackie's and  whispered hoarsely, "There is nothing like girl-girl sex!!!"  Angela was the first to groan,  but she was quickly followed by her two masturbatory compatriots in deep hard orgasms!   Jackie licked the sweet nectar off her fingers, kissing Meg one more time before she had  to leave!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On the way back to work, Jackie looked at Angela and said, "Nice lunch, we have to do  that again sometime!"  Angela laughed and replied, "Yeah, and it's not too fattening  either!!!"   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-2729531272404427146?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2729531272404427146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=2729531272404427146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/2729531272404427146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/2729531272404427146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/exposed.html' title='Exposed'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-3438655956182912753</id><published>2007-12-19T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T17:25:38.722-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masturbation Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='He Caught Me Masturbating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex Stories'/><title type='text'>He Caught Me Masturbating</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;After work I couldn't wait to get to the coolout &amp;amp; get my drink on. I hated  working Saturdays, but this time the coolout wasn't just us girls.... men had  been invited. Let me explain the "girls' coolout." There is a large group of us  that like to get together after work for drinks and a lite dinner on Fridays.  But one of the husbands complained that he was always left out, although his  wife always came home drunk and horny and ready to fuck. Hell, I wished I had  some hard dick waiting for me at home, I was real horny today. I had already  played with myself in the office with the blinds open. I guess if anyone else  was working in the office across from mine they had a great show. Knowing I was  the only one in the office I decided to make myself come before I met up with  the girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I had broken up with my boyfriend about 6 months ago and hadn't started  dating anyone new yet. So I invited a friend from online, Kevin, we had only met  once and never really had a chance to talk to each other, hell I know a lot of  us are single so he was game for anyone. They teased me because I always brought  desserts and asked if he was on the menu and I laughed and said help yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;By the time he got there we had all had too much to drink, and we continued  to drink, tell jokes and laugh. Kevin told jokes that were a little risque which  got my mind back on how horny I was once again. I excused myself and went to the  bathroom upstairs knowing I wouldn't be disturbed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I slid my hand up under my bra and started to squeeze my nipples. Then I  stepped out of my slacks and sat down on the toilet, turned towards the tub and  put my feet up on the side of it and began to rub my clit. My pussy was already  wet from just being overloaded, so I slid my fingers down into my wet pussy and  pulled the wetness up and rubbed it around my clit. I had my eyes closed and was  envisioning a brother with a nice big cock rubbing the head of his cock around  my clit and teasing me with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;All of a sudden, I heard a man's voice say "can I help you with that?"  Completely mortified, I jumped up and there stood Kevin, I guess being his first  time over he didn't know about the powder room downstairs. "Oh my God, I'm so  embarrassed" I said. Kevin said, "Please don't be, you looked so hot playing  with yourself, I've got such a hard on you can't believe it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;He came on in and closed and locked the door which I had forgotten to do in  haste to get myself off quickly before anyone noticed I was gone. He came over  and started kissing me. I was shocked, but too horny to refuse. He slid his hand  down to my pussy and slid a finger right into my hot, wet pussy. He then pulled  my blouse and bra off and stood me up, bending me over the sink. He started to  eat my pussy with wild abandon. Within minutes, I was cumming in what seemed  like the longest orgasm ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;He had pulled his cock out of his pants while he was eating me. I could see  it was nice and big. I don't think it could have gotten any harder, it was  simply bulging to the max. I pulled his pants off, threw them aside, and  immediately took that big cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head  and then going all the way down the shaft, as far as I could get. He moaned with  pleasure and ran his fingers through my hair as I worshipped his throbbing cock.  After a while he said "I can't wait any longer, I have to be inside you now!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I bent over the sink again spreading my backside with my hands for better  access to my wet hot pussy. He pulled me closer to him and held onto my breasts  as he entered me slowly. My pussy was spasming and grabbing hold of his thick  dick. From the look on his face, when I looked over my shoulder, I thought he  might lose it before he even got all the way inside me. Then he began to slide  slowly in and out, and making a circling motion that really stimulated my clit.  I was squeezing my nipples and watching him pump me in the mirror on the  bathroom door. Then I reached down and started stroking my own clit and he kept  saying "yeah, I like to see that." Rubbing my clit and having his cock inside me  made my pussy contract like crazy. Even though I wanted it to last longer, I  couldn't hold off anymore, and I creamed all over his swollen cock. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My orgasm pushed him over the edge. He pulled his cock out and began stroking  it, using my creamy cum as lube. Soon he was shooting a huge amount of his hot  cum all over my ass. Afterwards, he dipped his still hard cock back into me for  a few little mini strokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"We should probably get dressed and get going back downstairs" he said. "I  sure am glad that I was the one to catch you in the bathroom" he said. "Yeah, me  too" I said, and we got dressed and went down the steps laughing like it was  nothing. My best gurl Kim was the only one to notice and ask what happened to my  hair, she said it looked like I had been fucking. I laughed and said I'll never  tell and laughed and winked at Kevin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-3438655956182912753?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3438655956182912753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=3438655956182912753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/3438655956182912753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/3438655956182912753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/he-caught-me-masturbating.html' title='He Caught Me Masturbating'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-5993509741501233351</id><published>2007-12-19T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T17:25:28.647-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taming Wife&apos;s best friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex with bestfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bestfriend stories'/><title type='text'>Taming Wife's best friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Angie and Deb had been friends for a very long time, some twenty years or so. Angie used to tell everyone how dominant she was in bed and Reg (her old man) was a bit of a wimp in bed. as with all friend/couples we tended to share a lot. We would often go out over the weekend or have a BBQ in our garden, it was over one of these BBQ that with all the drink flowing that Angie really started to flirt with me. Now i am a big guy 6.4" 250pounds, Angie although not huge is still a size 14/16. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; We were discussing her wedding where i was the best man; she made a comment about all the fuss and effort i made of her during the big day. She then went on to say she never got to consummate the wedding due to hubby being to pissed. i just laughed and said surely you must of made up for it by now and again she just shrugged and said he isn't that highly sexed. with everyone getting more and more pissed i was talking to Reg her husband and he started talking about fantasies and what he liked to do in the bedroom. Angie looked at me and raised an eyebrow, i decided that i needed to take a leak and as i left for the toilet. as i came out Angie was waiting to go so i let her squeeze passed me. As she entered the toilet i stroked her arse, she looked shocked but all i did was smile and say well get on with it. She went bright red and said get out and pushed me out the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Back at the BBQ after Angie returned she casually moved over to he bar where i was getting a drink. "i don’t believe you Mick" i just smiled and said "don’t play hard to get you know you wanted me to stay" what makes you think i fancy you of all people was her short reply, " ok no problems your the one that needs a good seeing to not me" "if you change your mind you know where i am". with that i walked off to talk to the lads. Through out the day i could feel her eyes on me and with everyone talking in small groups my wife told me that she had to go pick up our son from town and she would be about an hour, i said ok and as she departed i went up stairs to change my shirt. i noticed that Angie had once again gone to the toilet. This time she hung around outside my bedroom and as i was buttoning up my shirt i said " are you coming in or what?" Angie entered my room and just stood there. take your top off was my only demand, she looked nervous this time i barked "NOW BITCH" and as she pulled up her top those big 38ddd tits spilled out. and the bra, she started to mumble about we shouldn't be doing this. i walked over and pinched her nipples very hard, ahhhhhhhh she wimpered. again i pulled harder and harder until she was moaning aaaaaahhhh ooooohhh. i pushed her against the wall and pulled her hair back and kissed her full on the mouth. she tried to pull away but as i twisted and pinched her tits she couldn't go anywhere, i roughly pulled her skirt up and ripped her knickers down her legs. no no no Mick please no no nooooooo was her last word as i thrust my finger into her fat hairy cunt. her mouth was saying no but the juices her cunt was spilling told me the truth. i pulled my hand away and rubbed my slim covered fingers all over her pretty face. "Lick your pussy juice Angie, suck my fingers and taste how wet i make you" slowly she stuck out her tongue, i rammed my fingers into her mouth and forced her to gag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;with her mouth licking my fingers i pushed her to the floor and said" well Angie you know what to do, she looked shocked so i slapped her hard across the face. Stunned and with tears in her eyes she slowly unbuttoned my jeans, get on with it you fucking fat whore i told the stupid slut, please Mick don’t treat me like this treat me nice ive done nothing wrong to you be nice please. i grabbed both tits and pulled and pinched both nipples aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!! she winced, don’t fucking talk back to me you fucking whore, get up and fuck off out my room, i don’t do lovey dove with a fat whore like you. you came to me because your old man can't get it up, now fuck off back to the prat. wait she said I’ll do it Mick I’ll be your whore and then she slowly started to suck my fat long cock into her mouth. "wank my cock over your face Angie," as she started to rub i told her "no wank me with your left hand i want to see your wedding ring as you do it" she swapped hands and i began to taunt her, " you like that dont you angie and all she said was "ive waited years for this now do as you please i will be your private whore. i carried on fucking her mouth for some time and then i told her to make me come, as she built up her tight sucking motion i grasped her hair in both hands and forced my cock straight down her throat i choked her by ramming it so far she nearly passed out. as i unleashed my spunk i pulled out and finished over her face, as she swallowed my come i slowly pulled my belt out of my jeans i told her to get on to the bed on all fours. what position are you angie and she replied " the doggie" i told her no it was her whoring position. i told her to raise her skirt over her fat arse and as she did i took my belt to the fat rump before me. 1.whackkkkk thats for answering back, 2. whackkkk thats for shitting on your best friend by sucking her husbands cock, 3. whackkk that because you are a dirty fat arse whore, 4. whackkkk thats for letting your husband down by not making him man enough for you, 5.whackkkk that because you are now my property and you are now my mistress is that clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;with tears in her eyes she looked up at me and said yes i am yours if, when and where ever you want i will be yours, you can dominate me all ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;now go and clean up in the bathroom but when you come down when debs gets back i want you to make a big deal out of kissing your husband i want to see you push some of my spunk into his mouth just to make sure he knows who you now belong too, .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Some twenty minutes later angie returned to the garden just as debs arrived home, as she took her seat next to Reg you could see her wince as her fat arse with the belt marks settled on he seat. Deb came over to me and asked her to get her a drink she then went to sit with Angie. Once there I look over and slyly nodded angie then lent over and gave Reg a big wet kiss sliding her spunk covered tongue into his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;You could see his surprise and then a puzzled look as he tried to work out the taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As the drinks flowed more and more of the guests got drunk and by late evening some of our guests were leaving. Reg was absolutely paralytic so Deb asked me to take him home, as it was a short distance I didn’t mind. Angie said she would help as we walked Angie told me a few secrets.&lt;br /&gt;He likes to dress up in ladies underwear and clothes she sniggered. Well I think the best you can do is help him live out his fantasy. Reg was burbling and slurring, back at their house I took reg up stairs and Angie stripped him as she left him on he bed I told her to dress him up in her underwear. She seemed unsure but I told her to get on with It and just to make him think she was horny. Bu I am horny but only for you.&lt;br /&gt;I told her to get on with it and she went and changed as I waited she came down to give me the nod , I asked where her dildos were and she said they were next to her bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Good as he is dressed as a girl I want you to fuck him like a girl, he’s that pissed he wont know. I followed her up stairs and watched her trying to get him hard but due to the drink it was no use. So I indicated for her to fuck him up the arse with one of her dildos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Angie greased up a big rubber cock and slowly slid it into her pissed husbands arse he was moaning more through being pissed than getting his arse fucked by his slut wife.&lt;br /&gt;I took out my mobile phone and took photo after photo of him dress as a girl getting his arse fucked by his fat wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I told her to get behind him and ride his arse as though she was a man and reg was her bitch. The submissive fat whore who swallowed my spunk earlier was now a demented bitch screaming at reg you like that bitch? You like your wife fucking your wimp arse don’t you bastard, say it you wimp cunt say you like your wife fucking your arse, as reg slurred yesssss I love it angie smiled at me . it was obvious that that show was for my purpose. Faster and faster she fucked him calling him cunt ,faggot, slag ,wimp and various other names to make her feel better. She was hell bent on making his life hell, you small dicked cunt your fucking shit in bed I should get my self a real man. like Mick you’d like that Mick fucking my cunt You would like that reg wouldn’t you you’d like a real man like Mick to fuck your wife and again she fucked him harder and harder, say it wimp say you want a real man to take your wife. Reg mumbled yes, what? Say It louder say you are no good to me and I need a real man you ass fucked bitch angie then rammed he dildo up to the hilt and reg screamed yessssss yesssss you need a real man not a pussy like me. you need someone like Mick to fuck you. Finally with his little dick hard she made him come in the palm of her hand and then lent over and told him to lick It clean, going at it like a dog to his dinner he cleaned it all up. Angie got up leaving the dildo in his arse she pushed his head into the pillow and said sleep it of wanker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As I went to leave Angie came down stairs and said thanks master for a brilliant night.&lt;br /&gt;I told her she was to make sure that reg remembered everything in the morning and if he wants to get anymore he was to sign a letter stating that she had control of him. The details I said she could decide but I wanted to see the final draft.&lt;br /&gt;After a wet kiss I turned her neck and marked it with a big love bite she went to pull away please no not my neck he will know, I slapped her hard and the look in her eyes said it all. She pulled her hair back and said sorry darling mark your bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; When I got home my wife was asleep on the sofa. I took her to bed and was awaken in the morning by the phone going as deb answered it she asked what we were doing today when I asked why she said that reg and angie wanted to go out for the day, fine tell them I will give them a call once we are sorted out and I will pick them up a 2oclock . as I arrived at there house reg was sat quiet on the sofa well are we going out or what , angie then said reg has something to show you. He stood up and said I’m sorry for my behaviour at the bbq, she must of made some things up because he kept looking at the floor&lt;br /&gt;And? Well as you know angie needs are greater than mine and she was who was bellowed angie, eeemmm I was wondering if you would take care of her needs for me.&lt;br /&gt;Say please you prick again looking at the floor he mumbled please. Louder you cunt please would you take care of Angie she needs a real man to satisfy her, so Sir please do with us as you want. Both of you I enquired,? Yes Sir both of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well first off I know about your faggot dress sense, get on your knees and make my bitch wet for me. Reg dropped to the floor and crawled over to Angie she pulled his hair up and slapped him hard across his face. She spat in his face and declared I am his woman now and not your wife understand wimp, do you? Yes Angie I understand, was his wimp reply.&lt;br /&gt;Angie raised her skirt to show she was knickerless, lick it you fucking wimp, lick my cunt so Mick can put his seed in me. Reg lapped away at her cunt as I stroked my throbbing fat hard cock. I slowly walked up her stairs and headed for her bedroom. I heard them coming up the stair as she reached her door I looked at Reg and said wait there prick. I grabbed Angie’s hair and threw her on the bed face down, slamming the door I ripped her skirt and pulled her legs apart pulling her into the doggie position I rammed my solid cock straight into her very wet cunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Angie was surprised by the quickness and force of my assault I just pumped and pumped my cock into her cunt harder and harder. Angie was screaming with lust as I fucked her hard, my god Mick that’s sooo good baby fuck me harder babe harder, harder the she screamed aaaaaahhhhhh yes fuck meeee fuck mee baby give me your seed darling seed me you bastard fuck your baby into my wet fucked cunt make me your bitch Mick fuck a bastard in me, give me your strong baby Mick. I could just make out sobs from out side the door as I carried on my relentless fucking of Angie.&lt;br /&gt;After twenty minute Angie was flooding pussy juice all over my cock. She let out one last scream NOW, NOW, Mick seed me come in me darling fuck your son into me it was just then I unleashed my potent seed deep into her womb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As I climbed off her I opened the door and told Reg to get in, he took one look at Angie on all fours arse in the air with my seed running down her thighs. She looked over her shoulder and mouthed thank you darling, then changing her tone she said clean me up boy and Reg just knelt down and started licking my come from her arse , cunt and highs.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll see you both in the pub in half an hour, leave some come inside her loser was my last demand as I left their house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-5993509741501233351?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5993509741501233351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=5993509741501233351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/5993509741501233351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/5993509741501233351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/taming-wifes-best-friend.html' title='Taming Wife&apos;s best friend'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-1845788858158205609</id><published>2007-12-18T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T17:42:46.174-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Group Sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blind Date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex Stories'/><title type='text'>Blind date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Tyler couldn't believe this girl!!! She was beautiful, smart, exotic, and witty, but talk about dominant, he could hardly get in a word edgewise!!! Even her name sounded exotic, Geneva Berk, now who had ever heard of anyone with a name like that, except maybe for someone in central casting!!! He had been on quite a few blind dates in his day, but nothing had prepared him for someone like Geneva Berk!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"So, Ty," she asked while lighting up one of those long, thin, feminine cigars, "are you really disappointed in me, you've hardly said a word in over two hours!?!" "Uh, no," he stammered, "I think you're a very nice girl, and I really am enjoying myself!!!" "Hmmph," she snorted, :I don't know that I like having you call me nice, that sounds so stuffed shirt, don't you think!?!" "Well, er, I didn't mean that you were boring or anything," he stumbled, "I just meant that you seem okay, that's all!!!" She took a long drag on her cigar, blew out a stream of smoke and with a twinkle in her eye said, no, make that ordered, "I have to go to the little girl's room, come with me and wait outside the door!!!" Before he could even ask, why, she had taken him by the arm and was leading him though the restaurant crowd towards the washrooms!!! When they reached the rest room door, he stopped and waited for her to go in, but much to his chagrin, she opened the door and practically dragged him inside, ignoring his protestations as she opened up a stall and shoved him inside!!! "Are you out of your mind," he exclaimed, "what if somebody comes in, and by the way, what the hell am I doing in here!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She put a finger over his mouth and whispered hoarsely to hush up and to sit down on the john, but when he didn't make a move, she took him by the shoulders and forcefully shoved him down!!! Again he started to protest, but this time she didn't shush him, instead she gave him a hard slap to the face and menacingly wagged her finger at him to be quiet!!! He was stunned at her out burst, but it had the desired effect, so he just sat there looking up at her, and wondering what in the hell she had in mind!!! In a low hard voice she whispered, "Are you hard, Tyler, I hope so, because my pussy is absolutely on fire!?!" He stared at her open mouthed, unable to answer her incredibly hussy like question, and his eyes must have popped out of his head when she pulled up her skirt and revealed a panty less clean shaven pussy!!! "Look at it, Ty," she said with half a moan, "I never wear undies, because they would just get too wet from my pussy juice, don't you think that's a good idea!?!" Jesus in heaven, her pussy was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, but he managed to croak, "Y-yes, it's a very good idea!!!" "Tyler," she then asked sweetly, "would you please do me a huge favor!?!" "Anything," he said with a groan, "just name it!!!" "My pussy is so wet, do you could use your tongue along my crack and lick up the moisture!?!" His head was beginning to spin out of control, not only from the sight of Geneva Berk's incredible pussy, but also from the pungent aroma that filled his nostrils!!! He still hadn't made a move when Geneva Berk gently pulled his head to her flushed vagina and guided his open mouth to her drooling slit!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Oh, Tyler," she cooed, "you have a wonderful mouth, and it's so insistent, mmmmm, do Geneva's pussy for her, she needs it so badly, oh you're such a good boy!!!" She was incredibly intoxicating with a pussy as smooth as a baby's bottom and he couldn't seem to get enough of it no matter how hard he tried!!! He was literally trying to swallow her pussy whole, when from the next stall came a question that hit him like a thunder shot, "Is everything all right over there, you sound a little distressed!?!" "Holy smokes," he thought to himself, "there's someone in the next stall!!!" Then incredibly, Geneva calmly replied to their new neighbor, "No problem, over here, my boy friend is just eating my cunt and I'm really close to getting my gun!!!" "Christ," he hissed under his breath, "are you fucking nuts, she can call the cops and get us in a lot of trouble!!!" "My boyfriend thinks you're gonna call the police, you don't care if he sucks me off do you," she asked the lady in the next stall!?! "Uh, no," the lady stammered, "why should I care what you do!?!" "See, Tyler," Geneva said sweetly, "she doesn't five a shit what we do, so be a good boy and finish me off, my clit is on fire!!!" He was about to protest, but her strong hands rammed his mouth back into her cunt and he again began eating her plump pussy!!! As Tyler sucked and her orgasm neared, Geneva told the lady in the next stall, "Lady, I have my skirt pulled up and my boyfriend has his tongue all over my clit, and I was just wondering if you would like to masturbate and cum along with me!?!" There was dead silence for a second or two until the lady asked, "May I come over and watch, I'm simply dripping!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Of course you may," Geneva replied quickly, "but hurry, I'm just about ready to get my nut!!!" Tyler couldn't believe what was happening, but just like she had promised, Geneva had unlocked the stall and allowed the stranger inside!!!" "My name's Geneva, and this is Tyler," she offered, see what a good boy he is, he just loves sucking pussy!!!" While the woman stared at Tyler's mouth buried in the white hot snatch, Geneva asked her, "Don't you just love an orally inclined man, I think they are absolutely god's gift!?!" For the first time since she entered the stall the woman replied, "Oh my that looks so good, I just love a good cunt lapping!!!" "Show us your cunt," Geneva urged, "after Ty is done with me, he can do you too!!!" The lady quickly lifted her dress and shoved down her panties, revealing one of the hairiest pussies he had ever seen, while her dense forest of pubic fur ran partly down her thighs and in a thin line up her belly button!!! Tyler could tell that Geneva was right on the edge, but he never figured that she would lean over and begin kissing the strange woman right on her open mouth!!! While the two woman kissed and tongued each other, Geneva's cunt sent a torrent of juice into Tyler's open mouth, which of course was a precursor to and orgasm that literally tore the dominant bitch's pussy to shreds!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Your turn," Geneva gasped, "he's a fucking wonder!!!" Tyler was almost in a daze, as the hairy pussied bitch took Geneva's place, but just like her well shaven brethren, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled it directly into her waiting muffy!!! "Christ," he thought to himself, "these fucking bitches are insatiable, while his tongue searched through the forest of fur looking for her erect clit!!! "Ohhhhhhhh," she sighed, "where did you find him, you are so right, the boy has a gift!!!" "You're not gonna believe this," Geneva replied, "but we're on a blind date and this is the first time I've ever had him!!!" "Oh you hot pussied bitch," the lady moaned, "if he were mine I'd take him home and hand cuff him to the bed post and use him at my leisure!!!" Tyler listened to the two hens trading ideas, and the thought of being someone's fuck toy did have a certain appeal, but his mind was really on the job at hand, and that was doing the clit of this big lipped pussy!!! Tyler bored in hard, flicking his tongue back and forth hard over the hard little nub at the top of the old lady's cunt, while at the same time, Geneva offered, "I never wear panties, just in case I run into a nice cunt lapper like Tyler, here, you never know when you're gonna have to lift up your skirt and get you pussy eaten out!!!" "D-do you do this often," the lady stammered as Tyler viciously tongued her gaping slit!?! "Of course I do," Geneva replied casually, "I've never met a man yet who could resist the aroma of my pussy, why, do you think it's bad of me!?!" "Bad," she asked, "only in the good way, of course you are a very bad girl, but the kind of bad girl every man want to fuck and suck!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tyler now had the old bitch on a fast track towards her cum, and just to help her along, Geneva pressed herself up against the woman's back and began rubbing and caressing her bare bottom!!! "Mmmmm, you have a very plump bottom," Geneva whispered into her ear, "if you don't mind I think I'll slip down to my knees and kiss it!?!" "you both make me so hot," she gasped, "p-please, yes, kiss my ass, run your tongue over it, please, do it for me!!!" The old lady was now on automatic pilot and she couldn't believe what was happening to her even as it was occurring!!! There she was, minding her own business, when out of the blue she found her cunt being sucked by a very handsome young stud, and her plush bottom being licked and sucked by an unbelievably beautiful woman!!! "I-I'm cumming," she stammered through clenched teeth, "my clit, it's doing it now, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, godddddddddddddd, I'm fucking having an orgasm, oh my fucking god I'm cuminggggggggggggggggggggggg so hard, oh my, I feel like such a slut!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What did I tell you," Geneva giggled, "isn't he just fantastic!?!" The old lady struggled to speak as her breath was still lost as a result of her brutally satisfying orgasm, but she did manage to reply, "He's the best I've ever had, my god, his tongue is a fucking magic wand!!!" "I'm gonna give you one last present," Geneva intoned softly, "Tyler, open up and pull it out, you must be hard as stone by now!!!" He was too, hard as a fucking rock and about as turned on as he'd ever been in his life, so there he sat, on the john with his cock sticking straight up and ready to be taken by the nearest pussy or mouth!!! "Turn around," Geneva whispered to the lady, "now, sit down slow and easy, let him just slip inside, mmmmmmm, he's nice and hard isn't he!?!" "Sweet jesus," the old lady moaned, "he's so fucking thick and hard, I've just gotta take him home with me, he's a fucking sex machine!!!" "Yes he is," Geneva replied, "but since I did you a favor, you have to do me one in return!!!" "Anything," she moaned while grinding her cunt down hard on his thick seven inches, "just name it, ohhhhhhhhhhh it feels so nice!!!" "Mmmmmmm, I'm sure it does," Genva replied softly, "but my pussy needs some attention too, and since I helped you out, do Geneva a favor and suck her pussy for her, please!?!" "I-I've never sucked a woman before," the woman stammered!!! "Good," Geneva replied quickly, "you get to start your career in cunt sucking on a perfect one!!!" Knowing she was trapped, the woman slowly lowered her mouth to Geneva's bar cunt and gingerly began tonguing away!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Oh myyyyyyyy," Geneva sighed, "for a beginner you sure seem to know a lot about sucking cunt!!!" With her cunt being rammed by Tyler's thickness and her mouth busily sucking Geneva's pussy, the old lady was slowly losing control of herself and giving in to her most basic instincts, that being to have her pussy and mouth filled with sex organs!!! As Ty thrust upward into the super heated pussy, in the back of his mind he could hear people talking outside of the stall, but by now all he cared about was getting his gun off, so he put it out of his mind and simply tried to smash the hairy pussy to pieces!!! The old lady on the other hand was simply being ravished!!! Her cunt was on fire and her mouth had now become incredibly addicted to the fat lipped bare pussy that was being overtly shoved into her face, and Geneva, the instigator of it all, was reveling in the fact that she had taken tow complete strangers and made them her personal sex toys, even if only for and hour!!! Tyler was the first one to lose it, as his low groan that crescendoed into a moan that filled the women's rest room like the roar of a lion!!! Both Geneva and the old lady were so near the ragged edge, that the mere sound of Tyler's orgasm drove them both over the rim climax cliff onto the shoals complete and utter satisfaction!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; They all were puffing like steam locomotives when from the outside came, "What the heck is gong on in there, do I have to call the police!?!" All three of them burst out with laughter and Geneva replied, "No, you don't have to call the police, and by the way, is your pussy wet???????" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-1845788858158205609?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1845788858158205609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=1845788858158205609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/1845788858158205609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/1845788858158205609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/blind-date.html' title='Blind date'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-6532040703371116932</id><published>2007-12-18T17:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T17:40:59.358-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex Stories'/><title type='text'>18 with a d-cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Ever since Amber could remember her tits were always bigger than anyone else in her class, and even in 8th grade she was a solid C-cup, while now as a junior she filled her bras out to a very full 36D. All this big tit flesh ran in the family, as both of her older sisters were D's and her mom and two aunts were double D's! It's not as if they were big over weight cows either, the Wilson girls while not thin were nowhere near hefty, nice and healthy is how her dad referred to her mom, and that described Amber to a tee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of her obvious attributes, Amber received a whole lot of attention from the male species, and not just from boys her own age! The male teachers always paid a little more heed than they did to other more normally endowed girls, and while Amber didn't overtly flaunt it, she loved to make the boys (and men) squirm around her by accentuating her ripe bust. Her favorite victim was wimpy Mr. Fields the government (yuk!!!} teacher. Amber loved nothing more than to unbutton the top two buttons on her blouse, go up to a seated Mr. Fields, then bend over to ask an innocuous question for sole purpose of giving him an eye full of cleavage. She did this just to tease, really, not to cause any real trouble, but trouble is exactly what Amber was getting into. With two weeks left in the semester all the teachers handed out progress reports to let the students know where they stood grade wise. Amber had always done well in school and her parents expected nothing less than honor roll type marks. Everything was OK until Mr. Fields handed out the notices that fateful Friday afternoon. A D!!! She was getting a D in government!!! This was not only bad, it was a disaster!!! Her folks might tolerate one C on her report card--but a D would mean a one months grounding. No social life for a whole month! Amber decided that she would talk to Mr. Fields after the day's final period, maybe if she pleaded with him maybe she could pull a C after all .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the last bell rang students began fleeing the school like lemmings jumping into the sea, until soon the whole place was pretty much empty, leaving Amber as one of the few students left in the building. Hoping that Mr. Fields would be alone as she approached the government classroom, Amber stuck her head around the corner of the door only to see Mr. Fields alone grading some papers. She quickly unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse and entered the room. As she neared his desk Me. Fields looked up from his grading and asked what she wanted. Amber, acting properly upset, told Mr. Fields of her plight, and although he was sympathetic, he said there wasn't anything he could do for her. After hearing this, Amber began to cry, causing Mr. Fields came over and put his arm around her to help her sit down, while accidentally brushing his hand across her fat breast. At this point she had to make a quick decision, and with a little shiver she told Mr. Fields that it was something else that was really bothering her. " It's my chest," she wailed, "I feel like such a cow with these two big things stuck to me, everybody stares at me, I'm just a freak!" At that point she started crying even harder while wiping the tears from her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously flustered, the teacher tried to console her by telling her she looked just fine and not to worry about what anyone else thought. Amber replied, "That's easy for you to say, you don't have these ugly things on your chest!" It was now or never, so after taking a deep breath, with a swift motion unbuttoned her blouse and stuck her boobs out towards Mr. Fields and said, "Just look at how ugly they are, I'll bet you've never seen any that are worse!?!" The totally stunned teacher just stared at the most spectacular pair of tits he had ever seen, and while they strained against the thin nylon low cut lace bra, Amber's dark nipples were clearly visible through the nearly transparent material! Mr. Fields' wife looked like an adolescent boy compared to this!!! Seeing how confused he was, Amber took the initiative and put his hand on one of her huge tits. She felt him try to pull away so she held on to his hand even tighter, acting as if he were repulsed at the thought of touching them and cried even harder, and while he assured her that there was absolutely nothing wrong with her and that he enjoyed touching them, she said she didn't believe him and turned away as if to hide them from him. As he again tried to reassure her Amber turned back around only this time she had unclasped the front of her bra allowing her boobs to hang free!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Amber at first thought he might die of shock!  His head was spinning!  He tried to speak,  but no words came out and  Amber then stepped up to him and said, "The only way you  can prove to me that my boobs are not ugly is if you would suck them for me,"  and  with  that she pushed an engorge nipple towards his gaping mouth!  It was to much for him to  bear, and after only a moment's hesitation, he dove in and began sucking and licking for  all he was worth!!!  Although he was going a little wild, Amber had to admit he was a  good tit sucker, the more he sucked the wetter she got!  She looked down an could see  that a large tent had formed in the front of  Mr. Field's trousers, so she calmly reached  down and began to rub him through his pants causing a large wet precum spot to quickly  appear at the point of the "teepee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She deftly undid his zipper and pulled out what turned out to be a very large cock, and at  the sight of it Amber dropped to her knees and greedily began to suck the huge member,  while  Mr. Fields leaned back against the wall not believing any of this was happening to  him!!!   Just as he was about to cum Amber looked up and asked if she was really doing  D work?  He shook his head no and mouthed the word "A".  At that point she went down  hard and sucked until he shot a huge load down her waiting throat.  As he became limp in  her mouth his breathing returned to normal, and Amber stood up, cupped her tits, and  began to twist the nipples, making them stand out like two thimbles.  Immediately Mr.  Fields' dick began to stiffen again, so Amber hiked up her dress, slipped off her panties in  one easy motion, and then after sitting on the edge of his desk with her legs held wide  open exposing her wet pussy, she merely licked her lips and nodded of her head to  indicate  he was stick that big prick deep inside of her!!!  She came once just from his  initial thrust, and he pounded her cunt with fast piston like strokes until she came over  and over again,  until finally he groaned and emptied his hot load, deep in her boiling  pussy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"You just earned an A for the next quarter," he said, while she sat there with cum  dripping out of her pussy!!! She thought of a plan to get straight A's--but that's another  story!!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-6532040703371116932?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6532040703371116932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=6532040703371116932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/6532040703371116932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/6532040703371116932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/18-with-d-cup.html' title='18 with a d-cup'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-3103708424898594224</id><published>2007-12-17T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T18:15:22.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Cousin&apos;s Sexy Feet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex Stories'/><title type='text'>My Cousin's Sexy Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have had a foot fetish ever since I was a child. Unfortunately, I  never had any avenues to satisfy my fondness for feet. During the course of my  teenage years into my early twenties, I dated, made out, and went round the  bases with girls my own age, and while I enjoyed a very normal sex life, I was  in no position to explore my foot fetish. I kept my fetish strictly  confidential. I would have been far too embarrassed to admit to any of my high  school or college girlfriends that I was interested in their feet. So for the  first 21 years of my life, my yearning to kiss and sniff pretty young feet was  relegated to nothing more then masturbation fodder. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One summer when I was 22 years old, that all changed and I finally got my  first real encounter with a pair of hot 'n' sexy feet. It was what I had been  waiting for all my life. I just never would have imagined in my wildest dreams  who's feet it would be that would finally satisfy my secret fetish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My cousin Elizabeth is an extremely cute girl, she is about 5' 6", 116  pounds, fair skinned, short dark brown hair, blue eyes, nice firm b-cups, with  very attractive well cared for feet. If I had to compare Elizabeth to someone  famous, I would say she bares a resemblance to Bridget Fonda, but I think  Elizabeth is much prettier. Elizabeth is 6 years younger then I, so at the time  she was 17. She often would spend her summers with my family at my parents  lakefront summer cottage in the green mountains of Vermont. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would usually meet up with my family in Vermont for a few weeks on my  summer break from school and Elizabeth and I would hang out, go fishing, hiking,  swimming, and sometimes camp out in the surrounding woods. Ever since we were  children we were more like best friends then actual cousins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So this one summer, I had joined my family at their vacation home in Vermont  as usual, and as usual Elizabeth was there. She looked really great. She really  had blossomed from the little girl I used to pal around with into a complete  knockout. Prior to this summer, I had never looked at her in a romantic or  sexual way, but I couldn't help be taken aback by how stunning she had become.  Still she was technically my cousin, so I didn't allow my thoughts on her to go  any further then admiring her looks for a brief moment or two. I knew she always  had a crush on me when we were kids, but it was purely innocent kid stuff, and  just due to the fact that she was my cousin, any thoughts of her in an impure  way were quickly suppressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I do remember one occasion that perhaps planted the seed for what was about  to unfold; One hot afternoon we were laying out on the dock getting some sun and  I innocently glanced over at her feet. I remember being kind of startled when I  caught myself beginning to get aroused by the site of them. I quickly looked  away feeling kind of "weirded out," but I just brushed it off and tried to  forget about the incident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We spent the first two weeks doing the usual swimming, boating, water-skiing,  fishing, having fun in the sun, etc. One gorgeous day we decided it would be a  good idea to pack up some gear, hike up the nearby mountain and camp out on "The  peak" (as we called it) for the night. We grabbed our sleeping bags, a tent, a  cooler filled with a 6-pack of hot-dogs, a 12-pack of beer, and we're off. Four  hours later we were completely exhausted and drenched in sweat when we finally  completed the steep grueling trek to the top of the mountain. We made a nice  little campsite on the rocky mountain peak. The view from the mountain top was  incredible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;By the time the tent was pitched and the campfire was burning the sun had  begun to set. We sat back and drank some beers while we talked and enjoyed the  most brilliant sunset I have ever witnessed. Elizabeth also produced a joint, we  smoked that and then cooked some wieners for dinner over the crackling fire. We  spent the next several hours drinking beer, talking, smoking, and just enjoying  the majesty of the starry night sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhaps she was tired after our long hike, perhaps she was a little too  stoned and drunk, perhaps both, as Elizabeth stood up and informed me she was  totally spent and was going to retire into the tent for the evening. I said  goodnight to her and told her I would follow her in after I finished another  beer. I gazed at the stars for another 15 minutes or so while finishing one last  beer, and then proceeded to join my cousin in the tent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I crawled through the tent flaps on my knees and was immediately graced with  the sight of Elizabeth passed out on top of her sleeping bag. She didn't even  bother to change her clothes. She was still wearing her black tank-top and  cutoff Jeans shorts. I also noticed that she didn't even bother to take off her  sneakers. I thought I should at least take them off for her, so I untied her  laces and slid her sneakers off her bare sockless feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now what happened next could have been due to the pot and beer, or it could  have just been the site of her irresistible feet. I remember staring at her  feet, they were very curvy and sensual. She had perfect toes, neatly trimmed and  painted with a clear/whitish gloss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I then took one of her sneakers which I was still holding in my hand and  covered my nose with the mouth of the shoe. I deeply inhaled. The odor was  overwhelming, very musty and pungent. I quickly threw the sneaker down and dove  onto my own sleeping bag. I didn't react in the manner I did because I was  disgusted by the strong odor of her sneaker, but because I was totally disgusted  with myself for an act that I perceived as deviant, possibly even incestuous. In  hindsight I can look back and laugh at my initial reaction to this, but at that  moment I was ashamed and very "weirded out" by what I had done. Maybe if she  hadn't been my cousin, it would have been different, I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our sleeping bags were laid out next to one another head to foot (I.E: My  head was inline with her feet, and vice versa) I first rolled over on my side  and tried to forget the sneaker sniffing incident. I just told myself that I was  drunk and it was no big deal, I didn't do anything wrong. Yet at the same time I  began to think about the odor of her sneaker and as much as I didn't want to  admit it, I wasn't repulsed by that strong acrid smell, on the contrary I was  quite aroused by it! I remember feeling very confused about all of this and I  just closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess it was about 30 minutes or so later, while half asleep I rolled over  onto my left side to reposition myself. I remember opening my heavy eyelids and  immediately noticing my sleeping cousins gorgeous feet before me, not six inches  from my face! She was laying on her side as well, her back turned to me with her  legs together slightly bent so that the bottoms of her feet were perfectly  parallel to my face. The moonlight shined in from the open tent flap  spotlighting her feet, showcasing her pretty pink soles and sensually rounded  heels. My eyes widened and I was instantly alert. I stared at them lustfully for  what must have been minutes, just taking them in. I remember trying to fight off  the urge I was feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember thinking that I should just roll over and go back to sleep, but it  was as if I was hypnotized by them. I inhaled deeply trying to catch a hint of  that intoxicating odor that so enthralled me earlier from her sneakers. I  thought I could detect it, but it wasn't enough, I wanted more. I wanted it all!  I guess at that moment I consciously let go of any inhibitions or feelings of  shame, and decided I would finally indulge my foot fetish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe it was the wrong thing to do, maybe it wasn't, but in any case this is  what I did: I moved closer to her so that my face was mere millimeters away from  the soles of her feet. I pressed my nose against the instep of her right foot. I  could feel the soft moist flesh under my nose and lips. I took a deep whiff.  While the odor of her foot was not nearly as strong as her sneaker had been, I  was still totally aroused and consumed with lust by the sweet fetid aroma and  instantaneously became erect.(That precise moment when I for the first time  pressed my nose against a pretty bare foot and smelled it was one of the most  exciting sexual moments I have ever had!) I can best describe the odor of my  cousin's feet as being reminiscent of a light vinegar, with a faint musky  overtone. Very feminine and very sexy indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I ran my nose up and down the soles of her feet, totally entranced by their  scent. I stuck my nose in-between each of her toes, enjoying the slightly more  sharp smell which accented them, and then sniffed her heals. I could feel the  pre-cum form on the tip of my penis. I began rubbing her feet with my hand,  tracing over every curve with my finger. I was so sexed up, that I had to have  more. I sat up and looked at Elizabeth to make sure she was still soundly asleep  (after all I wouldn't want her to wake up and catch me while I was enjoying her  feet!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After being convinced that she was totally out, I gently rolled her over on  her back. She stirred a little bit and mumbled incoherently, but I was satisfied  that she was not going to wake up. I then took off my pants, and sat Indian  style at the foot of her sleeping bag. I grabbed her ankles, lifted up her feet  and pressed them firmly against my face. I inhaled deeply. I couldn't get over  how erotic I found the odor of her feet. I rubbed her slightly perspiring feet  all over my face. I buried my face in them. I began licking and kissing her feet  all over, then sucking on the tips of her toes. I sucked her big toe like an ice  cube. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The thought that her feet might be a little dirty only aroused me more, and I  tried to take more of them in my mouth. I continued kissing and sniffing them,  and then when I had reached a complete sexual frenzy, I lowered her feet down to  my crotch and began rubbing them against my cock and balls. I held the insteps  of her feet together and slid my penis in-between. I began thrusting my cock  back and forth. I held the soles of her feet together as much as possible so  they would completely sandwich my hard throbbing erection. I had never been so  turned on in my life, not even while having intercourse. The perspiration of her  feet perfectly lubricated me so I could slide my dick back and forth and back  and forth. I remember thinking about the fact that the sweat from her feet was  bathing my cock really turned me on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was in pure ecstasy. I knew I was about to cum. I wanted to somehow smell  her feet while I was fucking them, but that was a pretty acrobatic maneuver to  pull off. I looked over to my side and saw one her sneakers. I had an idea. With  one hand I held both of her feet together around my penis, and then with my free  hand I reached over and grabbed her sneaker. As I continued to rapidly fuck her  feet, I placed the mouth of her sneaker over my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That strong musty odor of her soiled sneaker shot through me like an all  consuming wave of pure lust. The smell of her sweat in that sneaker literally  had the power to make me instantly orgasm! It was so intense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally satiated in the only way my fetish could be, I felt over 20 years of  unrequited burning desire explode all over her feet. This is what I had  fantasized about all those years and it was better then I ever could have  imagined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My fast thrusting slowed gradually as the semen oozed out of me, coating her  soles and dripping down her heels. After my orgasm was complete, I collapsed  onto my side and just lay there in a pure state of relaxation. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My whole body just felt like it had been drained of any tension. It was if I  was sedated. I was in total peace and calm with myself and everything around me.  A cool breeze flowed in through the tent-flap and caressed my overheated body. I  laid there for a few minutes before cleaning up the "mess" I made. I wiped  Elizabeth's feet off with an extra T-shirt I had brought along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I rolled Elizabeth back over on her side, and laid back down on my sleeping  bag. I positioned her so that her feet were once again parallel with my face,  because I wanted to sleep all night with my face buried in her feet. I  masturbated a few minutes later as I kissed and sniffed them. An hour or so  later I guess  Elizabeth began to get restless, because she began moving  her feet, inadvertently rubbing them against my face. That instantly aroused me  and I masturbated again. I think I masturbated twice more after that before  finally drifting off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When we woke the next morning (my face still firmly glued to her feet)  Elizabeth was amused when she saw that I had slept with her feet in my face all  night, totally oblivious and unsuspecting that it was by my choice. She jokingly  asked me if her feet smelled bad. I just laughed and told her that they didn't  bother me at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though Elizabeth never did find out exactly how much her feet did  "bother" me that night, it wasn't the last time that her feet satisfied my  secret fetish. In fact, a year later she found out all about my foot fetish when  she caught me sniffing her shoes! But I will save that story for another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-3103708424898594224?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3103708424898594224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=3103708424898594224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/3103708424898594224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/3103708424898594224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-cousins-sexy-feet.html' title='My Cousin&apos;s Sexy Feet'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-8776697335453494578</id><published>2007-12-17T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T18:13:34.115-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Panty Professor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex Stories'/><title type='text'>The Panty Professor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I returned to college a few days after giving Daddy his very special present on his birthday, Halloween (see the story “Trick or Treat, Daddy?” posted on this site in the Incest category).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After I spanked Dean Robertson and did him with the strap-on so he would let me go home to Daddy, I began to understand what needed to be done to please my professors. You had to find out what interested each one the most. Some liked cunnilingus, some liked fellatio. Some liked to stick you up&lt;br /&gt;the ass and others liked you to give it to them that way. Some liked to cum all over your face and watch it drip out of your mouth and down your chin. Some liked you to squirt pussy juice all over their face. Some liked to fuck your tits. Those are pretty basic interests. What loomed much more difficult to ascertain were particular fetishes that a certain professor obsessed over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, that was the key to attaining magna cum laude, also known as making them cum loudly--find out about the fetish and exploit it. I hate it when they whimper! I like to make them scream and shout and beg and call me God. You know, the Devine Feminine. “Oh God, oh God, please, please! God, that feels so good!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s amazing how sitting in the front row and wearing a very short skirt can get you the attention of certain professors without even raising your hand. Proper procedures for crossing and uncrossing your legs is very important, as is what you wear under the very short skirt. Some like garters, some&lt;br /&gt;like a smooth shaved pussy while others like it hairy, and still others like panties. In the case of panties, some professors are very particular. Some prefer you wear them for a week, some like them right out of the dryer, and others have a favorite color or type. Panties are not just panties you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once my sorority sisters and I got the attention we desired, bulging eyes and pants, we put the next part of the plan into action. Incidentally, you can always tell when you are giving a professor a hard on--he moves quickly in front of the podium. The plan was to find out where the professors hung out and hang out with them. We call that networking. Some would call it blatant seduction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;About ten miles from campus an old train station had been converted into a bar and restaurant. We sorority sisters manufactured fake I.D. so we could get in the establishment without a hassle. Awesome place, huge, very high ceilings so the smoke didn’t bother you much, picnic tables where no one seemed to mind if you carved your initials or whatever. The graffiti on the tables provided considerable entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quite frankly, we stalked the professors. We sent a few of us in as spies to find out where the professors usually sat. They had a favorite spot in the corner furthest from the band and the loud music. Of course they did, they are intellectuals not heavy metal fans. So the next evening we got there early and camped out at the table next to the one they always reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The professors recognized some of us, surprisingly, because it had seemed that in class they concentrated on looking up our skirts and never once glanced at our faces. We began to join them for friendly chatter over the first couple weeks. These evenings of fraternization with the faculty became something to which everyone looked forward to. But we wanted to turn it to fucking with the faculty because we realized none of us were going to get an A for entertaining dialogue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then the opportunity came. It became perfectly clear from the start that our international law professor had an incredible panty fetish. Beats dirty socks I guess. I won’t say his real name, but we nicknamed him Slut Boy, which he thought to be real cute. The other professors all had their own special area of sexual peculiarity. Dang, my feet are ticklish. But panties did seem to be an area of uncommon mutual interest among the professors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The real fun started when Slut Boy resurrected an article that Helen Gurley Brown wrote for THE WALL STREET JOURNAL quite a few years back. The article described a game called Scanty that she and the other employees of the office where she worked played. This was long before sexual harassment became a vendetta and people had fun at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The objective of Scanty was for the guys to chase the girls down the book aisles, catch them, and remove their panties. That’s it, game over. So the professors got the bright idea, which we put in their heads, that we should all play Scanty. We sorority sisters enthusiastically supported the notion. But we girls decided among ourselves the game need not end there, with just the removal of panties. Whatever might happen next should be subject to negotiation between the two parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“One thing first,” Slut Boy insisted, “You girls have to sign a little agreement before we play.” That’s a lawyer for you. The professors wanted to cover their asses but yet uncover ours. The Pre-Sexual Scanty Agreement looked like your typical official legal document and went like this…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“I, the undersigned, hereby voluntarily agree to play Scanty at my own risk. In no event, will I initiate or participate in any sexual harassment or similar legal action against any of the participants. Furthermore, in consideration of the fact that matters might get out of control, I agree to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; … Take my birth control pills and insist on using a condom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;… Not get pregnant, but if I do, arrange for an abortion or waive all rights to child support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;… Pledge not to disclose any details of this agreement or activities related to its implementation to wives or significant others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;… Waive all rights to my panties if they are removed according to the rules of the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;… Promise not to fake orgasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(blah, blah and blah went on the fine print)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We played Scanty at the college library after hours. The professors had keys. One of the Ph.D. types suggested we draw names out of a hat to see who chases who. My name was on the first slip of paper drawn by Slut Boy and I became very excited, because I had developed somewhat of a crush on him. “What are you wearing?” he asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Can’t you see what I’m wearing?” I blurted, not thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“No, no, I mean underneath, your panties.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“A black leather thong,” I responded truthfully but anxiously. It began to dawn on me he had something particular in mind. I knew he did when he crumpled up the piece of paper with my name on it, tossed it back in the hat and selected another one. He drew Suzanne’s name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Suzanne, same question, what are you wearing?” Slut Boy inquired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“A string bikini,” Suzanne cooed. She wanted Slut Boy as bad as I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“What color is it?” Slut Boy demanded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Uh…it’s ‘serpent orchard’ I believe.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Slut Boy crumpled up the piece of paper with Suzanne’s name on it, tossed it back in the hat and selected another one. He drew Angela’s name.&lt;br /&gt;“Angela, same question, what are you wearing?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“A high-cut rio brief.,” Angela replied seductively. She had a thing for&lt;br /&gt;Slut Boy too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Is it 100% cotton?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Yes, it surely is.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“What color is it?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“I think the color is called ‘heather mushroom.’ Want to see?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“No thank you.” Slut Boy crumpled up the paper with Angela’s name on it and put it back in the hat and picked another one. This time he got Lisa’s name. “Lisa, what are you wearing?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“A white 100% cotton high-cut brief,” Lisa stated matter-of-factly. Slut Boy’s eyes lit up and he stuck the slip of paper with Lisa’s name in his shirt pocket. “Robert, you pick next. Lisa, you run.” She did and he went right after her like a male dog hunting a bitch in heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My name got picked again, this time by Robert, and I couldn‘t help but to impulsively utter, “Oh, shit!” He’s a real sweet but wimpy dude and reminds me of a toad. Him and all his friends couldn’t have gotten my panties off unless I let them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The black leather thong I wore said a size small although I should wear a medium. Very snug and extremely difficult to get off and on without considerable wiggling and tugging. I might add that since I tend to sweat and secrete other juices, especially while being chased down and de-pantied, the thong exuded a substantial aroma. Also, it’s not like you can do the washer/dryer thing on leather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;First, Robert couldn’t catch me so I had to slow down. Then, when he finally did grab me he couldn’t wrestle me down. “Geez, mawn, what, do I have to help you rape me?” I muttered under my breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I let Robert get me down and on my back and he lifted my skirt up. He started tugging on my tight thong but didn’t make much progress. Okay, so I helped him a little and he got so embarrassed and flustered it was kinda cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Here, let me help you,” I offered as I took his hand and put it inside the thong right on my snatch. Robert jumped and everybody roared when I said, “It don’t bite, Honey.” When he finally got my thong off Robert whooped it up like he just scored a touchdown. I think he did that mostly for the&lt;br /&gt;benefit of the camera. We taped all the episodes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The funniest part of this became watching the other participants. Lisa had obviously played hard to get before. She screamed, “No, no, no!” as Slut Boy struggled with removing her white 100% cotton high-cut brief. But when he got them off, she stared incredulously and barked, “Is that all you want?” She almost fainted in shock when he nodded to the affirmative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our professors kept the tape and wouldn’t let us see it. They said we’d have a party soon, just after mid-term grades were released. Only then would they let us watch it and then the evidence would be destroyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The day after the Scanty escapade, panties discretely hung in each professor’s office. Signs under the panties had pictures of different kinds of fish with witty little sayings like, “SALMON--pinky and stinky” and “BARRACUDA--my bite is worse than my bark.” I got so pissed at the “TUNA” sign under my panties that I ripped the damn thing down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We girls didn’t get just get mad, we got even. We got wind the professors had planned a boy’s only poker party for the coming weekend. We managed to find out where and break in and hide before they got there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It didn’t look like poker the professors played and the dudes looked very silly wearing our panties. They watched the Scanty tape and carried on like crazy, imitating us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, we couldn’t take any more and we all jumped up and screamed, “Scanty!” and chased them down and ripped off their panties. Uh…I mean, our panties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At this point all of the sorority sisters stared at hard-ons. No ED (erectile difficulties) here. These professors had become our friends but we weren’t totally sure we wanted to have sex with them. Some of them were old enough to be our fathers. But they all had like this begging dog look on their faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I winked at the other girls and said, “We can’t do anything that is not politically correct. But even our former president said ‘you know what’ isn’t sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lisa, as usual, looked a little confused. It did, however, become obvious that she finally understood what we meant when we made gross slurping and sucking noises, and then she asked, “Can I spit or do I have to swallow?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I informed the professors that we had played their game, Scanty, and now they were going to play ours--Zipper. The objective of Zipper, in case you can’t figure it out, is to make the dude shoot as fast as possible. The sorority sisters timed the events to determine the winner. We gave away awards like if your partner blew his wad first you didn’t have to participate in cleaning the sorority house for a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One guy and one girl at a time. The sisters who were last usually had a slight advantage because the last few dudes were usually very ready after watching their buddies sucked off and screaming. I volunteered to go first if Slut Boy could be my partner. I got him to readily agree when I whispered in his ear that tonight I wore 100% cotton white panties, and they just might be his after I came in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So we started the game, and the clock…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Can I do anything I want to you as long as I promise you’ll like it?” I asked Slut Boy, in the most seductive voice I could muster up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Uh…uh…uh…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn’t wait for a coherent answer. Down on my knees I went and zzzziiiiiipp. I reached in Lisa’s white panties he wore and felt him start to stiffen. as I pulled him out. I think he was starting to get the idea about what was coming next--him. I stroked him with my hand and cooed, “Baby, I want to suck you, would you like that?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Acknowledging his nod that he would, I licked the tip of his cock, put him in my mouth halfway and bit. Just a little teeth. I pulled him out and said, “Tastes great.” I made him disappear down my throat and bit him a little harder. I pulled him out again and asked, “Less filling?” I answered my own question with, “Let’s find out,” and I went back down on him. My left hand circled the base of his cock as my right hand followed my mouth up and down on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Yeow!” he cried. “If you keep doing that, young lady, I’m going to cum in your mouth, all over your face, and on that expensive blouse.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“So?” I replied indifferently. “The blouse comes off, you know.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I started doing him without any hands on his cock, slowly at first, playing with his balls and cute butt. He put his left hand behind my head and pushed me on him, and with his right hand unbuttoned my blouse. I didn’t wear a bra that night. He started toying with my tits and could see that Zipper had begun to turn me on too because the tips of my nipples were becoming very erect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I get real horny I have to get off like right now. I don’t care where I am, I find a way. I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped my hand inside my 100% white cotton panties. I was very, very wet and brought myself to orgasm in what seemed like seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“You have exquisite breasts,” he complimented admiringly as he watched me please myself. “I’d like to fuck them after I fuck your mouth.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“No problem, professor. If I ace your international law course this semester, I’ll be taking business law from you next semester.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When he frowned at my last comment, instead of taking him down my throat, I took him to the side of my face, in my cheek. He put his hand on my cheek and the feel of his cock in my face drove him crazy. Then I started to go down on him hard and fast. Every time I went down on him all the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I squeezed his butt and pulled him towards me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Ohhhhhhh, I like what your doing,” he moaned. “Usually I have to take a woman out for an expensive meal about five times before she’ll do this.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Well, I’m different, professor. Your big fat juicy cock is my dinner.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He got incredibly hard and he started going right back at me, fucking my face. Then he started screaming in some foreign language, like, “Oooohhhh, eeeeeee, aaaaahhhhhhh,oooowwwwhhhh.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Is that Hebrew?” I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Ignoring my teasing, he started yelling, “God, suck me, suck me! Harder, faster, please, please, suck me!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Whaaa? Please don’t stop! Not now, please, please!” he whined, “I’m so close.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Professor, I have one small request before I finish what I started.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Whatever you want. Name it. But please keep doing what your doing!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Give me the answers to the mid-term exam.” I reacted to his noncommittal expression by slurping on his cock once more. “It’s that or your cock never pokes my tonsils ever again.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Young lady, you give me your cum soaked 100% white cotton panties right now and you can have the answers to the test.” I took off the panties and handed them to him. He put them over his head, with the crotch right under his nose. I snickered momentarily because he looked outrageously odd, but that didn’t distract me from the task at hand for long. Besides, the clock was still running and I wanted to win. I attacked his cock with a vengeance, hoping to be drenched in hot cum in the immediate future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And then he seemed to relax just for a moment. I wasn’t sure at first but when he started throbbing and pulsating out of control I knew he was ready. And then it came, sort of like a hose when you first turn the nozzle on. Spurt, spurt, and then a rather steady flow. All the while he is talking more Hebrew,” Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” He shot more spunk than I could possibly swallow and it ran down my chin and onto my tits. Good thing the expensive blouse had come off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;His knees buckled and I knew he couldn’t stand any longer so I helped him to the floor. Then I put his cock back in my mouth, all of it, and kept him there nice and warm until the swelling had long subsided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I didn’t win the Zipper contest that day, probably due to too much talking on my part and not enough serious sucking, but I did ace international law. I might add that none of us girls had to do much studying after we played Scanty and Zipper, and we made the Dean’s List with room to spare. We negotiated with the professors to make copies of the tape but had to edit it to hide their faces. You really couldn’t recognize our faces because most of the time our mouths were stuffed with professor pork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My sorority sisters and I now market a product called Scantys. You get a copy of the tape and a dozen pair of well used panties for $99.95. A notarized statement is enclosed attesting to the fact that the panties were acquired by chasing us down and ripping them off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One dude alone, Slut Boy, has purchased over one hundred sets. He now runs an international law firm specializing in saving the world. Rumor has it he requires his lawyers to wear the panties over their heads, with the crotch right under their nose, to stimulate “make love not war” thinking. He did, however, have to issue a “No masturbating while lawyering” edict, because, as he whined, “No fucking work is getting done.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To order yours today, dial 1-900-SCA-NTYS and hold until the busy signal stops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“The Panty Professor” is Part Four of the sexual history of my life. You can find the first three parts also posted on this site. I am purging my soul. Telling of my past transgressions is part of my repentance. Forgive me father, for I have sinned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-8776697335453494578?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8776697335453494578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=8776697335453494578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/8776697335453494578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/8776697335453494578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/panty-professor.html' title='The Panty Professor'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-1813148242850523093</id><published>2007-12-16T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T16:39:41.317-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lingerie Salesman'/><title type='text'>Lingerie Salesman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                Cindy looked in the mirror and after staring at her out sized form for several  seconds, broke down in tears as her rolls of fat began shaking gently in time with her  sobs!!!  While she wasn't really tall, she packed a very hefty two hundred fifty five  pounds on her large boned frame, and as she sobbed away, her huge breasts, that hung  nearly to her waist jiggled back and forth as the tears rolled down her cheeks all the way  down to her nipples!!!  It had be so long since she'd had a man that she once joked to  herself that she wondered what a cock even looked like or whether man had evolved into  something else!!!  Well, maybe it hadn't been long enough to have had evolution take  over, but it had been at least three years since she'd even had a date, so as she had just  turned thirty five, she was just reaching her sexual apex with no prospects for finding a  partner in sight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She was just about to hop in the shower when the front doorbell rang, and after hesitating  on whether to answer it or not, she finally threw on a robe and headed down the stairs to  answer it!!!  As the large door swung open she was greeted by a pleasant looking young  man who must have been in his early twenties who fairly stammered, "A-are you the lady  of the house!?!"  "Yes, yes," she replied impatiently, "what is it, I'm really in a hurry!?!" She could sense immediately that he was very uncomfortable, and her demeanor softened  somewhat as he stumbled on, "Well uh, you see, I represent the Acme Lingerie  Company, and we have the finest line of fine lingerie made in America today, and if I  could just take a minute of your time I'm sure that it will be time well spent!!!"  After  giving him another  once over she asked gently, "Isn't this really a job for a woman, I mean this is kind of a  personal type item you're selling!?!"  "That's true," he quickly replied, "but there weren't  enough women to fill all the positions available, and since I couldn't find another job of  any kind, well, you get the picture!!!"  "Knowing that the chances of him having anything  even resembling something in her size was remote, she took pity on the young man and  asked him in!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; They both sat down on the sofa, and immediately he went into his spiel about the  wonderful qualities of his product when Cindy interrupted him and asked, "Since we're  going to be together for a few minutes, how about giving me your name, my name's  Cindy!?!"  "Oh my," he replied slightly red faced, "my name's Zak, Zak Richmond!!!"   Cindy stuck her hand out and offered easily, "Well it's nice to meet you Zak, now as you  were saying....."  "Uh, yeah," he went on, "Acme Lingerie is the best in the world,  and just to show you what I mean, take a look at this!!!"  Cindy sat there a little bit  bemused as Zak pulled out a tiny pair of bikini panties as he extolled the virtues of his  product!!!  After he was finished he asked, "So, what do you think, aren't these just about  the best made and most attractive panties you've ever seen in your life, I mean they have  quality written all over them!?!"  Cindy took the panties from Zak's hand, and after  feeling the smoothness of the material replied gently, "They're very nice, Zak, but I'm  afraid we have a little problem here!!!"  "What's that," he asked, "they come in all the  popular colors!?!"  "It's not the color," she replied, "it's the size, and if you haven't  noticed, I'm a pretty big girl, and for me to get into something this small would be  impossible, I'm sorry, but that's just that way it is!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Zak eyed the doe eyed woman seated next to him, and she was right, she was a rather  large person, but not to be deterred he offered, "I'm sure that I have something that is  your size, just let me check my stock!!!"  He rummaged around inside of his case for a  minute, and after pulling out the largest pair of panties he could find, he handed to them  to her hopefully and asked, "Do you think these might do the trick!?!"  "Zak," she said  softly, "I don't think so, but just to prove it to you, I'll give them a try," and then with his  eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, she calmly stood up and slipped off her  bathrobe, revealing an expanse of flesh that nearly took his breath away!!!  She took the  black pair of oversized bikinis from his shaking hand, and with a great deal of difficulty  tried tugging them up over her ample thighs, until when they were finally in place, they  almost looked like a thong on her fat jiggling ass!!!  "See," she said softly, "they're way  too small, what did I tell you!?!"  Zak just sat there with the sweat popping out all over  his forehead, and while his mouth was moving, no sound was coming out!!!  Sensing that  she had him in her thrall, Cindy stepped directly in front of the stunned young man, and  after gently taking his head in her pudgy arms, she pulled him into the two giant pillows  that were her breasts, and with a slight cooing sound induced him to suckle at one of her  big hard nipples!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                 "Oh, baby," she said with a sigh, "mmmm, yes, do mama's nipple for her, suck it harder,  ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyyy that's nice!!!"  Zak was still in a state of complete  shock at the surrealistic turn on events, because never in his wildest dreams would he  have imagined that he would have bee so aroused by a woman who could only be  described as fat!!!  But  incredibly, here he was nursing at the biggest and fattest tits he  had ever seen, and the harder he sucked, the harder he got!!!  For Cindy on the other  hand, it was a case of just relishing the sensation of being close to a man again, and even  if he was just a pup, what he lacked in technique he made up for it in spades with  enthusiasm!!!  Her huge hair covered pussy was now literally gushing, and even though  she was turned on to the max, she could still feel a little rivulet of cunt juice running  down the inside of her thick thigh!!! Zak couldn't get enough of the big nipple, but reluctantly he released it from his lips as  she pushed him down onto his back, and with eyes as big as saucers, watched in awe as  she lowered her magnificent hairpie onto his gaping mouth!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At first a stab of terror rushed through him, as he was certain that he would be smothered  to death between Cindy's fat thighs, but as luck would have it, his nose was just exposed  enough to allow for easy breathing, so with total abandon, his tongue slithered up and  down her wide open crack until it came to rest upon her unbelievably ripe clit,  whereupon he bored in on it viciously until she was cumming like the bitch in heat that  she was!!!   Cupping her huge chest and pulling a hot nipple to her mouth, she ground her  pussy into Zak's mouth while nipping and sucking on her oversized nub as the most  incredible orgasm he had ever had waylaid into her cunt like a hurricane hitting land!!!    With all of her strength having been sapped from her body, she slumped over and landed  on her back wit her legs spread wide apart, and while she was most definitely out of it, he  was hard as a rock and ready to go, so as she lay there trying to recover from her gut  wrenching orgasm, he was almost frantically ripping off his trousers while taking his  place between her thighs!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Through her sexually induced fog she realized that he was going to fuck her, but she was  still so far gone that she just smiled contentedly and let him have his way with her!!!  He  ran his dick head up and down the length of her gaping cunt, and after having slipped the  head inside of her, he grabbed her by her ample hips, and when he was all set and ready  to go, lunged forward, driving his manhood balls deep inside of the burning cauldron that  was her pussy, inducing her to climax once again even before he had the chance to make  another stroke!!!  She began mewling like an injured puppy as he rammed in and out of  her with ruthless abandon, and as climax after climax raged through her, his own orgasm  was building inside of his nut sack, and as he passed the point of no return, his blue steel  pecker spamsed hard several times before spewing out load after load of cum, deep  inside of her well fucked pussy!!!  Now they were both shot, totally and completely spent  from the marathon fuck session they had just completed, and in their state of sexual  euphoria, Zak collapsed on top of the hot pussied plumper and fell fast asleep with a fat  nipple in his mouth!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Hours later when he opened his eyes, he could still feel the rhythmic breathing of the still  sleeping Cindy beneath, and quietly as a mouse, he slipped off of her and got dressed!!! When he was finally all packed up and ready to go, he scribbled a thank you note on a  piece of paper with a promise, "...and I'll check and see if we carry any of the larger  sizes, and even if we don't, I'll be back to tomorrow for a another session,  Zak!!!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-1813148242850523093?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1813148242850523093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=1813148242850523093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/1813148242850523093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/1813148242850523093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/lingerie-salesman.html' title='Lingerie Salesman'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-4305118299606422978</id><published>2007-12-16T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T16:37:28.593-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A friend in need'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex Stories'/><title type='text'>A Friend in Need</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                Jenna stumbled from Mrs. Horton's office wondering how in the world this could  have happened to her!!!   Fired from her job, and after all these years, she couldn't  believe it!!!   She passed Mrs. Renken's desk on the way to her own,  and as she walked  past it she said,  "I can't believe it, he just fired me, he said something about across the  board cut backs, and that I was doing a fine job but they just had to let me go, but I know  the real reason," she snapped,  "I'll tell you why, it's cuz of my weight, he doesn't want a  fat bitch like me around the office, well I'm gonna sue, you mark my words!!!" Donna sat  and let the young woman vent before replying,  " I'm so sorry that they're letting you go,  but you've been here for three years and you're still doing the same thing you were when  you started,  now I think, no, make that know, that you will find a better job in no time  flat!"  "Do you really think so," a teary eyed Jenna whispered, "it's just that I've never  been fired before, and it really hurts!"  At that point she began sobbing almost  uncontrollably, and Donna took her into her arms and comforted her while offering, "I've  got and idea," "why don't you come over to my place tonight, we'll have some dinner and  maybe watch a little TV, I don't think you should be alone tonight, and I'm not doing  anything special!" "Really, you wouldn't mind," Jenna asked while wiping away her tears,   "that would be very nice!"  "Okay then, it's settled," Donna replied, "let's get going!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Donna Renken lived in a new building on the thirty fifth floor with a breath taking view  of the city, and immediately Jenna went over to the big picture window, and while  admiring the view said, "this view is worth the price of rent alone!!!"  "Thanks," Donna  shouted from the other room, "for eight hundred a month it better have good view!"   Jenna sat on chair in front of the window and watched the traffic far below wending its  way up and down the streets until Donna came out of the bedroom dressed in a gauzy  dressing gown.  "I hope you don't mind my getting out of my work clothes," said Donna,  "but they are so confining after a hard day at the office."  Hearing the words "at the  office" set Jenna off sobbing again as she wailed, "Oh, Mrs. Renken, what am I going to  do, I'll never find another job!!!"   "Well, for starters, you can start calling me Donna, we  aren't at the office anymore, so let's be a little less formal, okay?"  Not waiting for an  answer, Donna went to the frightened young girl, put her arms around her and held her  close while whispering,  "Let's sit down and get talk this over!!!"  On the sofa, Jenna  rested her head on Donna's shoulder while the fifty five year old matron gently stroked  her face and hair.  "You seem so tense, child," said Sybil, "and I think I know a way to  relax you and make you feel much better,"  while reaching down to undo the sash holding  her house coat shut,  revealing a very large chest with pink tipped nipples.  "Okay dear,  this is how I calm down my own two children when they're feeling low," she said, while  feeding one of her hard nubs into Jenna's eager mouth, "suck it my child, let mama make  her baby feel all better!"   For the first time since she had gotten the ax Jenna began to unwind as she rested her  head on Donna's big round tummy while gently sucking on her oversized tit!!!  It was  then she realized that when she had called her self a fat bitch she had inadvertently  included Donna in her remarks as she was even bigger and plumper than she was!!!   Lifting her face, she whispered, "Thank you," and then went silently back to nursing on  the hard nip!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                 Jenna wasn't sure how long she had had her mouth at Donna's big breast, but she was  roused to her senses when the older woman took her by the hand and led her into the  bedroom, and once there a dazed Jenna stood calmly while Donna removed all of her  clothing. The cool air conditioned air caused Jenna's 42DD's to shrivel up and grow hard,  which immediately caught Donna's hungry eyes!!!  Donna let her hands roam over  Jenna's oversized body, commenting that her body was ideally suited for sexual  gratification, and just to prove her point, she took her finger and let it slip into her warm  slit where she fingered the young woman to near an orgasm!!! Jenna wobbled unsteadily,  while allowing the older woman to lead her over to the bed to lie down.  "Now, my dear,"  Donna said, as she removed her house coat, "let mama make her big girl feel all better!"   Jenna had never in her life had any type of sexual contact with another woman, but it  seem like the most natural thing in the world when Donna climbed on top of her, and  with their two huge chests squished together, the old lady surprised her by pressing the  head of a strap on dildo against her hairy opening!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm going to fuck you dear," she whispered into Jenna's ear, "a girl sometimes just  needs a good fuck to make her troubles disappear!!!"  Jenna's pussy was literally  dripping with juice, so it offered little if no resistance when Donna pushed the huge head  past her outer lips and inside the steaming cauldron that was Jenna's big fat cunt!!!   Jenna reach up and maneuvered their breasts in such a way until their had nipples were in  direct contact with each other, and just as she started to rub them together, Donna began  powering the big latex pecker in and out of her with almost brutal ferocity!!!  "Oh, oh,  oh," she gasped as her tubby friend fucked her like a two dollar whore, "f-fuck me  harder, oh yesssssss, make me your fat fuck doll!!!"  Hearing the young bitch begging for  more drove Donna into an even greater frenzy, and with her big fat butt providing the  power, she slammed the thick cock in and out of her until she was screaming at the top of  her lungs as a climax of epic proportions slammed into her helpless cunt!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Jenna lay there with her legs still splayed wide apart and a little line of drool running out  of the corner of her mouth when a surprisingly agile Donna, shucked the strap on and  scrambled her crotch over Jenna's slack jawed mouth, and then without a word of  warning, lowered her huge hairpie onto the stunned woman's open mouth!!!    Intoxicating!!!  That was the only word that could accurately describe the aroma that  wafted from Donna's huge cunt!!!  Almost like someone that was starving did Jenna  attack the older woman's hypersensitive pussy, and like a magnet draws metal, her  tongue  made its way through the dense jungle of pubic hair until it came to rest directly upon  Donna Renken's erect clitoris!!!  "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck that's good," the older woman  sighed, "mmmmmmmmmmmm, yes, suck mama's big hard clitty, make her have a nice  hard cummy!!!"  Jenna just loved hot sex talk, and hearing her friend pleading to get her  cunt sucked, well it drove her tongue into overdrive as she nipped a licked her friend to  what can only be described as an absolute stunner!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Donna rolled off Jenna's mouth and lay panting like thirsty dog while Jenna slid over and  took one of Donna's big nipples into her mouth and went instantly to sleep!!!  The old  woman smiled to herself and caressed her young visitor's cheek as she too drifted off into  dreamland!!!  And to think they had all weekend to figure it all out!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-4305118299606422978?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4305118299606422978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=4305118299606422978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/4305118299606422978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/4305118299606422978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/friend-in-need.html' title='A Friend in Need'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-319608074835240324</id><published>2007-12-16T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T16:35:55.004-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex Stories'/><title type='text'>First exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                Nicole was as nervous as a cat in a room full of rockers as she waited for her ten  o'clock appointment with Dr. Corbin!!!  She paged through three or four magazines  without ever really reading any of the articles, and when the receptionist called out her  name, she practically leaped out of her chair while following a nurse to the examination  room!!!  "How are you today," the nurse asked while they made their way down a long  hall, "you seem a little bit nervous!?!"   "Does it show that much," she replied with a  forced laugh, "I'm just dying to find out the results of my test, has the doctor said  anything to you about it!?!"  The nurse chuckled gently and replied, "No, dear, he hasn't,  but you'll find out everything you need to know in just a few minutes, so if you'll just  have a seat, Dr. Corbin will be in shortly!!!"  The nurse pointed to a straight back chair in  the corner of the examination room, and before Nicole could even respond, she turned  heal and left her standing alone while waiting for the doctor to show up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Unbelievably, Nicole actually fell asleep while waiting for the doctor, and when she  heard his deep baritone voice, she jerked herself awake while asking, "Am I pregnant,  tell me right away, don't make me wait another minute!?!"  "And I'm fine too," Dr.  Corbin replied with a smile!!!  "I-I'm sorry, Doctor," she replied sheepishly, "it's just that  I'm going crazy wondering if I am or not!!!"  "Well," he replied gently while sitting  down next to her, "I have good news, you are definitely pregnant, and just to be on the  safe side I want to give you a quick exam here to today!!!"  Already a glow had come  over Nicole as she thought how excited Josh would be when she told him the wonderful  news, and she slipped onto automatic pilot as she went behind a screen to change into an  examination gown!!!  Dr. Corbin's personal nurse had come into the room, and as soon  as Nicole was ready, she had her hop up onto the examination table and place her ankles  in the ice cold stirrups!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"So," Nurse Watkins said while looking over Nicole's chart, "we got some good news  today, am I right!?!"  "Oh yes," Nicole gushed, "this will be our first and were so  happy!!!"  "Good," the nurse replied gently, "now since this is your first pregnancy we  want to go over a few things, okay!?!"  "Sure," Nicole replied, "go ahead!!!   "First of  all," Nurse Watkins offered while pushing the paper gown up above Nicole's waist, "you  want to make sure that you massage your tummy every day with baby oil, it will prevent  stretch marks and keep your skin nice a smooth, and just to make sure you know how it's  done I'll demonstrate it for you!!!"  Nicole lay there quietly while Nurse Watkins  squirted a generous amount of oil into her belly button, and then with a gentle touch  began rubbing it all over her slightly paunchy belly!!!  "How's that," she asked softly,  "I'm not hurting you am I!?!"  "Oh no," Nicole sighed, "it actually feels very nice, you  have soft hands!!!"   For the next five minutes or so the nurse ran her hands all over Nicole's belly, and then  without warning, she moved higher on her body and began massaging the oil into her  large firm chest!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"W-what are you doing," Nicole gasped!?!  "I'm doing your breasts,"  she replied evenly,  "you don't want stretch marks ruining the appearance of your lovely breasts do you, after  all, you husband must like them just like they are, isn't that true!?!"  "Y-yesssss," she  hissed as the nurse gently pinched her nipples, "h-he loves them, he likes big boobs!!!" "Does he suck them for you," she asked in barely a whisper, "they seem quite responsive  to my touch!?!"  "H-he sucks them every night," she gasped, "I nurse him just like a  baby!!!"  "I'm sure that when you're full of milk that he'll want you to feed him just like  your baby," Nurse Watkins added a matter of factly!!!  "D-do you think I'll have enough  mile for both of them," she moaned, "I want to make sure that the baby has enough to  drink!?!"  "Oh, don't worry about that," the nurse replied quickly, "your chest is plenty  large enough to feed both your hubby and baby with enough left over to feed three  more!!!"  The nurse continued pulling an tugging on Nicole's nipples, until she asked  gently, "Is your vagina damp, my dear, you seem to be very excited!?!"  "God, I'm simply  dripping," she moaned, "my pussy is on fire!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Nurse Watkins now directed her attention to Nicole's wet vagina, and after a moments  indecision offered, "You know of course that you will be given monthly exams by Dr.  Corbin, and to make it easier for him, we recommend that our patients shave their  vaginas!!!"  "R-really," Nicole replied unevenly, "I've never done that before!?!"  "Well  it has to be done, dear," she replied while getting out the shaving equipment, "now be a  good girl and just be still while I shave you baby smooth, okay!?!"  Nicole gulped audibly while Nurse Watkins massaged warm shaving cream into her thick bush, and as her  finger bumped into the excited woman's very distended clit, she gasped and moaned,  while practically cumming on several occasions!!!  When she figured that her bush was  soft enough, the nurse carefully used a double edge razor to remove every last bit of hair  from the overly plump organ leaving it smooth as a baby's bottom!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After dabbing the remaining suds away, Nurse Watkins again squirted some warn oil into  her hand, and as her patient gripped the sides of the table, she massaged the just shaved  pubis to prevent razor burn!!!  With her fur completely gone, the cool air hitting her mons  made her shiver slightly, but the nurse had taken special notice of her huge clit as it  bulged obscenely out from the folds of her drooling slit!!!  "Dear," she asked sweetly, "I  must say that your clitoris is extremely tumescent, does your husband orally satisfy your  vagina as well as your nipples!?!"  Buy now Nicole was going out of her mind with lust,  and as she gritted her teeth to maintain her self control, she gasped, "Y-yes, he sucks my  clitty every night, and makes me cum in buckets!!!"  Now taking her finger and gently  poking the erect little head, she asked softly, "Does that feel good, dear, it seems that  when I touch it, your entire body jumps a little!?!"   Sweat was now breaking out on her  forehead, and in a voice that quaked with every word she managed to stammer, "I-I'm so  close to cumming, if you could just rub it a little....."   "Rub it," the nurse asked,  "I was thinking more along the lines of doing this," and then much to her stunned delight,  the effusive care giver leaned over and sucked the little head into her mouth and sucked  it for all it was worth!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her pussy now glistening with oil, bulged wide open while Nurse Watkins sucked her to  an earth shaking orgasm that left her gasping for breath and her heart pounding!!!   "So,"  the nurse asked with a cat that ate the canary look on her face, "do you think that you can  keep your vagina prepared for future exams, and by that I mean shaved and oiled!?!"   Nicole, now coming down from her high whispered back, "I have a better idea, why  don't I save it for you to shave, after all, you're the expert!?!"  Nurse Watkins leaned  over and gave the fat pussy another long kiss and replied, "That, my dear, is the best idea  I've heard yet!!!"   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-319608074835240324?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/319608074835240324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=319608074835240324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/319608074835240324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/319608074835240324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-exam.html' title='First exam'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-1836591705261591560</id><published>2007-12-15T17:51:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T17:52:49.649-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex Stories'/><title type='text'>Consoling Caroline</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was just completing the bank reconciliation when Mr Walker entered the  room. Mr Walker was one of the partners of the accountancy firm where I worked  and when he visited my office it was usually to give me work. I looked up from  my desk wondering what he wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Marie, you better go down and see to Caroline.” He said with a troubled look on  his face. “She is very upset.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Why what’s the matter?” I asked, concerned why Caroline could be so distressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Her husband just called. It appears that she has received some bad new.”  Replied Mr Walker. “Could you go and look after her, Marie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Yes, of course, Mr Walker.” I said sincerely. I really liked Caroline and would  do my best to help her. I put away the working papers I was working on in a  folder and placed them at the side of my desk. It was 1994 and, in these days,  personal computers were not yet in common use in accounting offices like ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I worked as a trainee accountant for a small accounting firm which employed  about forty staff members. The office was located in a large converted house. I  normally worked in a small room upstairs with another female colleague. So I  went downstairs to the room where the Caroline had her desk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Caroline worked in a large room which contained five desks. When I entered she  was sitting sobbing at her desk, her face obscured by her long straight blond  hair. Two of our male colleagues were there. One of them, called Simon, had put  his arm round her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her, while Jack was standing  watching the scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jack turned round and looked at me. I was a very attractive woman with shoulder  length dark hair and usually wore feminine clothes that suited me well. As usual  I was dressed in a fashionable and stylish manner, wearing a lacy bra underneath  a white blouse, a close fitting grey knee length business skirt, dark nylon  stockings and grey high-heeled shoes. So it was no surprise that he gazed at me  a moment, his eyes flitting from my breasts, to my hips, the hem of my skirt and  finally to back to my pretty face. I was always quite flattered by the attention  of my male colleagues. But today I was concerned about Caroline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“What’s happened?” I whispered to Jack as I watched poor Caroline sobbing  uncontrollably at her desk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“I think her dad died. Her husband just phoned to give her the news.” Replied  Jack softly. “He’s coming to pick up her up later.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw Simon was beginning to lean a bit too close to Caroline to be just  comforting her. It was clear that my intervention was necessary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Ok, Simon, I will deal with it from here.” I said firmly. Caroline was a  gorgeous young woman and I was concerned Simon may do something silly while she  was in such a vulnerable state. I know that he liked Caroline romantically and I  didn’t want either of them to get into trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like me, Caroline was a trainee accountant. She had joined the company straight  from university a year before. I was twenty four and one year ahead of her. I  was single at the time. But Caroline was married, a fact that was a source of  great disappointment to the numerous admirers among her male colleagues in the  company, of whom the most fervent was definitely Simon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I walked up to Caroline and Simon reluctantly stood aside. I put my hands on her  shoulders, feeling the smooth material of her white blouse under my fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Come on Caroline.” I said softly. “Come up to my room and we’ll sort you out.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“But I have to finish the accounts for Fishers and Co.” She sniffled, tears  streaming from her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Caroline was one of these girls who was universally popular, and deserved to be.  She was cheerful, friendly, generous, loyal and a hard worker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Oh, don’t worry about that now. “ I whispered. “This is an exceptional  circumstance. Come on, let’s go!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She nodded and slowly got up from her desk. I put my arm around her and guided  her up the stairs to the room where I worked. We passed Mr Walker on the way up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“I’m just going to let her sit in my room for a while, Mr Walker.” I said to  him. “She just needs a little time to herself.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“That’s fine, Marie.” He replied. “I tell everyone not to disturb you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We entered the room where I worked and I shut the door. My office was a closed  off square room. There was a window on the wall opposite to the door and two  long desks were place along each of the side walls. In theory, four people could  work in the room. But these days, only I and Melissa, who was a qualified  accountant, worked here. Melissa was out of the office to see clients today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We stood in my office and I put my hand on Caroline’s shoulders. She was still  sobbing, wiping her tears with a tissue. I felt so sorry for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Do you want me to leave?” I asked her, thinking she may want to be left alone  in her grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“No. Please stay with me, Marie.” She sobbed and embraced me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was a little taken aback. Although, Caroline and I had chatted on occasions  and as colleagues, we were not that close. We worked for different partners and  had never worked together on an audit or accounting assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Despite this, I did like her as a person, and wanted to do my best to console  her. So I put my arms round her and held her tight. I moved my hands down to her  slim waist, feeling her smooth shapely figure beneath the material of her  blouse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Let’s sit down.” I said softly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I pulled up two chairs and we sat beside each other. I was sitting to her right  and she placed her head on my left shoulder still sobbing. The palm of her hands  were lying on her cream coloured skirt. I place my right hand on her left hand  and caressed her fingers. I couldn’t help admiring the sparkle of the diamonds  on her engagement ring and the white gold of her wedding band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“I’ll miss him so much.” Sobbed Caroline, referring to her deceased father. “I  can’t believe he is gone.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“I know.” I said softly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn’t really know what to say. I moved my right hand onto her right knee and  caressed the material of her brown nylon stockings or tights. Caroline just  continued sobbing on my shoulder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I looked at her as she sat beside me. She really was a sexy girl. As well as the  cream skirt and brown nylons, she was wearing a pair of brown knee length boots.  I moved my hand down and caressed the top of her right boot, admiring the feel  of the leather. Then my hand moved back up to her knees and continued its path  up her inner thigh, caressing along the material of the brown nylon covering her  shapely legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was beginning to feel a tingle in my groin as I always did when I am in close  contact with a beautiful woman. The smell of her perfume and the smooth  sensation of the nylon under my fingers were beginning to arouse me. And her  vulnerable state only served to increase the desire that was building within me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Instinctively, I turn towards her gently pushing my knees against the side of  her right thigh. By now my fingers had made their way high up her thigh. I  smiled inwardly as I felt the rougher material of her stocking tops and then the  smooth bare skin of her upper thighs. Despite dressing in a stylish way, I had  always thought that Caroline was a conservative girl. It delighted me that she  was wearing stockings. It never failed to excite me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Caroline opened her legs slightly allowing me to caress higher up her thigh.  Then I felt her mouth brush against my neck and left cheek as she kissed me  softly. Being single for so long, there had always been rumours about my  sexuality and wild stories about my sexual activities, not all of which were  completely false. But it has never occurred to me that Caroline could be a  lesbian. To me and everyone else she had always been a friendly caring young  woman who was devoted to her husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhaps her grief had affected her. It wouldn’t be the first time a death had  increased sexual desire. Perhaps she just needed someone. Perhaps she just  needed the caring and gentle touch of a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whatever the reason, she gave no resistance as I pushed her skirt up above her  patterned stocking tops, until I could see the smooth pale skin of her bare  thighs. I found myself desperately wanting to know what sort of panties Caroline  was wearing. It wasn’t the first time I had asked this question, given how sexy  and attractive Caroline was. But the growing desire I was feeling in my loins at  that particular moment just made the answer to the question that bit more  urgent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The idea of seeing and touching Carline’s panties was very arousing, especially  as doing so seemed so naughty and forbidden. With my pulse steadily increasing,  I licked my lips with anticipation and slowly pushed her skirt up to her waist.  I was not to be disappointed. Caroline’s white panties were sexy and feminine.  The fabric was smooth at the front where it covered her lower abdomen and  protruding pussy lips, but was decorated with a pretty floral design on each  sides of the white fabric. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I caressed the texture of the floral design on her panties, my finger tingling  at the touch. Then I slowly moved my fingers to the soft plain fabric in the  centre covering her abdomen. For me, the type of panties a woman wears is a  hidden message about what and how a woman feels. On gazing at and caressing  Caroline’s panties, it was clear to me that she was feeling feminine, erotic and  sexy. My finger moved down from her abdomen to the material covering Caroline’s  protruding pussy lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I heard Caroline sigh. I had been so absorbed that I didn’t realise she had  ceased to cry. She must have stopped sobbing some time ago. Still lightly  massaging her clit and pussy lips through her panties, I looked into her large  mournful eyes and smiled at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Are you OK, Caroline?” I asked. She returned the smile melancholically with her  big beautiful eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Yes. Marie. I am feeling much better.” She replied softly. She took hold of my  hand and rubbed my fingers against her pussy lips a little faster. She signed  softly and lay back in the chair and opened her legs so that her nylon clad  knees and thighs were wide apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Smiling at her tenderly, I kissed her gently on her right cheek and slipped my  fingers into her panties. I caressed her clit and pussy lips, feeling the damp  moisture of her vaginal juices on my fingers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I looked across at the moaning Caroline, my hand massaging her pussy inside her  panties. I was beginning to feel aroused. I raised my gaze to her breasts.  Slipping my hand out her panties, I moved by hand up her stomach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Let’s make you more comfortable.” I said and knelt on the floor in front of  her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I started unbuttoning her blouse. She smiled at me and took my hands, placing  them on her legs where her stocking tops met the bare skin of her thighs. At  first I thought she was objecting, but then she started to unbutton the blouse  herself. In the meantime, I caressed along the length of her hips and thighs,  marvelling at the touch and sight of Caroline’s gorgeous body before me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As soon as Caroline had removed her blouse, I moved my hands up to her upper  body, caressing her slim waist. My hands moved up further to cup her firm  breasts which were still covered by her white lacy bra. I could feel and see  through the bra that her nipples were already erect. I pulled the cups of her  bra down gently and sucked her left nipple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Caroline gasped and threw her head back, holding my shoulders with her hands.  While caressing the length of her body with my hands, I savoured the sensation  of her erect nipples on my tongue and lips. Caroline gasped with joy each time I  passionately sucked, licked and bit each nipple in turn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At one point, she almost cried out loud and I had to cover her mouth with my  hand to muffle the sound. For a moment we giggled together. Then, I lifted my  head up to hers and kissed her gently on the lips. She responded and our tongues  intertwined in a long and passionate kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She pulled away from me and looked at me with a sorrowful expression on her  face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Is it wrong what we are doing, Marie?” She asked. “Is it wrong that I feel so  good when I should feel so sad?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Of course not, Caroline.” I replied, desirous to reassure her. “Whatever takes  the pain away can only be a good thing.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Then, please keep the pain at bay.” She said, kissing me again and fondling my  breasts with her hands through my white blouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Disengaging myself, I kissed my way down her torso, kissing between her breasts  and down to her navel. I moved down to her panties and she opened her legs even  wider to let me in. I kissed the flowery designs on each side of her panties,  enjoying the sensation of the lacy fabric on my lips. Then I kissed my way down  the smooth fabric covering her lower abdomen. I stopped to kiss and nuzzle her  pussy lips through the material, breathing in the rich musky smell of her  vaginal juices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I looked up at her. She looked back with her pretty eyes, an expression of  anticipation on her face. I put my right hand inside her panties and pulled the  material to one side. For a moment, I gazed down at Caroline’s beautiful moist  pussy, reflecting on how long I had fantasized about this moment. Then with  Caroline gently guiding my head down, my tongue flicked out against her waiting  clit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Caroline writhed on the seat with pleasure as I sucked and licked her pussy. She  sighed when I licked her clit and groaned with joy when I gently fucked her  pussy with my fingers. Caroline spread her legs high and wide. She looked down  at me, a blissful smile on her face, cutely scrunching her nose up as she sighed  in ecstasy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love the sensation of sucking another woman’s pussy and was relishing the  smell and tangy taste of Caroline’s vaginal juices on my tongue and in my nose.  I was completely oblivious to the world around me. The phone on the office desk  rang, but we both ignored it. Nobody was going to spoil this beautiful moment  between two beautiful sensual women. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Caroline finally climaxed in a gasp of joy, arching her back and grabbing my  head with both her hands. I was anxious to prolong her pleasure as long as I  could. So I continued flicking her clit with my tongue, prolonging her orgasm a  few seconds more, until her body relaxed and she gently pushed my away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Caroline beamed at me as I stood up, her vaginal her vaginal juices still fresh  on my lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Do you feel better now?” I asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Much better.” She replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For a few moments we looked at each other. She was still sitting on the chair  with her nylon clad legs wide apart, her skirt hitched up to her waist and her  glistening pussy exposed to the world. I though she looked absolutely gorgeous.  I feared it would end there. A little gift from Marie to Caroline in her time of  distress. But I was pleasantly mistaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Caroline stood up. She took my face in her hands and kissed me passionate,  ignoring or savouring the vaginal juices that were still on my lips. I kissed  her back, pushing my tongue in her mouth. She pushed me back against one of the  desks. I felt her hands move the length of my body, fondling my well shaped hips  and buttocks. Then she started unbuttoning my white blouse and I took the  opportunity to slip out of my grey skirt. I would have to continue working later  that day and it would be silly to ruin my clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After removing my blouse, bra and skirt and leaving them on a chair in a tidy  pile, I sat back on the desk and opened my legs, caressing my lower thighs which  were still covered by the material of my black nylon stocking. Caroline stood  between my legs, fondling my bare breasts with her hands. Then she bent down and  sucked my breasts, flicking her tongue out against my erect nipples. I gasped  with joy and brushed my hands through her long straight hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then she knelt down in front of me and caressed her hands rapidly up my nylon  clad legs, quickly reaching the smooth bare skin of my upper thigh. I tingled as  she caressed the flimsy fabric of my panties. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“I love your underwear, Marie.” She giggled. I was wearing a skimpy red  transparent thong with a pretty flowery pattern on the front. I always wore  panties that I imagined would excite another woman in this very situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Thank you.” I sighed sincerely, as she caressed my moist pussy through the  flimsy material. “I’m delighted you like it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Then she inserted her fingers in my panties and steadily finger fucked my pussy.  I gasped with delight, grabbing onto the edge of the desk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“It that OK, Marie?” Caroline asked in her usual considerate way. “I’ve never  done this sort of thing before.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Oh, it’s wonderful Caroline.” I moaned in reply. “Please don’t stop.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She smiled up at me with a melancholic look expression on her face, still  fucking my pussy with her magical fingers. It was clear she was still feeling  very sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“You don’t have to continue, if I don’t want to.” I gasped with pleasure, not  really meaning it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She didn’t reply. Instead, she pulled the material of my panties to one side and  started to suck and lick my hungry clit. I heard myself gasp with joy and looked  down. It was a beautiful sight to behold to see Caroline suck and lick my pussy.  I couldn’t believe she hadn’t done this before, because she was sending me into  seventh heaven. I spread my legs wider to give Caroline more room and to get a  better view of Caroline’s pretty lips and tongue work on my clit. Her cute nose  and mouth glistened with my vaginal juices, a beautiful vision that I could only  have dreamed about a couple of hours before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eventually, I heard myself moan uncontrollably as an intense orgasm ripped  through me. Caroline continued licking my clit, prolonging the intense pleasure.  When the waves of delight eventually passed, Caroline pulled back and I lay back  on the desk in ecstasy, pushing my hand down to gently massage my exposed pussy.  I lay there for a few moments. Then the phone rang. This time I decided to  answer it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was the reception. “Hi, Marie. It’s Jane at reception. Caroline’s husband is  here to collect her.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“That’s fine, Jane.” I replied, “We’ll be down in a moment.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“He’s been waiting for a while. We tried to call earlier, but there was no  answer.” She continued. “Is everything alright?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Caroline was very distraught when you called.” I said. “But she is a lot better  now.” Caroline and I exchanged a complicit smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Yes. That’s what we thought.” Said Jane. “I’ll tell him you’re on your way.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After I put the phone down, Caroline crawled up on the desk and kissed me on the  lips. Our bodies entwined on the desk and I returned the kiss, experiencing the  delightful taste of my own satiated pussy on her tongue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shortly after, we got dressed and went to the Ladies to freshen up. We went down  to reception where Carloline’s anxious and loving husband was waiting. Caroline  hugged her husband tightly, tears streaming from her beautiful eyes. It seemed  the sadness of her news had returned. But as I watched them together, she looked  over to me. Our eyes met and she smiled, sensually licking her beautiful lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-1836591705261591560?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1836591705261591560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=1836591705261591560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/1836591705261591560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/1836591705261591560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/consoling-caroline.html' title='Consoling Caroline'/><author><name>•Progenic•</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-6725725201093792852</id><published>2007-12-15T17:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T17:51:42.373-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex Stories'/><title type='text'>Grown up bride</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Robbie gently lifted the tile of drywall from its place as part of the  partition that separated his closet from Mary's closet carefully opened a  peephole through her hanging clothes. Their father had just finished building  the new house and many things wwere not and would never be completely done. Like  the partition. He had look at how small the closets were going to be anyway and  decided not to put a stud wall in and waste another four inches fo space.  Instead, he used lleft over pieces of drywall and put in an adequate barrier for  the purpose. Once the closets were filled, what would it matter? It wasn't more  than two weeks before Robbie found how easy it was to lift out the top piece and  see over the hanging bar right onto Mary's bed. Mary was thirteen going on  fourteen, and she had got into the habit of wearing loose shirts that gaped and  even came right open to give a flash of little girl breasts that Rob soon wanted  to see more of. If Mary had been aware of his spy-hole, she probably would have  accomodated him, but as it was he seldom got more than a flash of skin as she  climbed chastely into bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She was by no means prudish or unadventuresome. They were farm kids who rode  the bus twenty miles to the city school, so they knew both about animal  reproduction and the outright lust shown by both sexes in season, but they were  exposed to big city attitudes toward what mom would call promiscuity. Actually,  they did some amateurish experimenting in the year or two leading up to today.  Robbie would be at his chinning bar and Mary would be impressed by his bicepts  and want to touch. That would be granted in exchange for a hug. These exchanges  grew to be somewhat more overt as time and familiarity grew. For the last half  year Rob had been grabbing a cheek of bum or even a bare tummy and remarking  what a sexy bunny she was getting to be. But he never had the balls to grope her  ner litltle breasts, even though he was sure they were being flashed at him.  Even on the rare occasions when they were alone in the house and they got more  daring, he didn't touch, at least with hands. Once he had sauntered into her  bedroom when she was reading, laid down her book, rolled her on her back and  laid down on top of her! This was only a couple months ago, and he could still  feel heer tummy pressing against his and the selicious realization that she  wasn't going to ask him to get off. Instead she put her arms around his neck and  pulled him tighter. By and by he contrived to get his knees between hers and  they were in THE POSITIION. Rob still tried to not get a hardon that might spook  Mary, as it sometimes did with the few girls he had necked with, but when he  lost and ther could no doubt that she felt it and din't mind, he actually tried  a few humps. Unfortunatley, time was short for them at the speed they were going  and they had to part befor any real progress was made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now Rob was peeking at his sister's bed as she lay on it talking to another  man. Herb was a guy who had helped them build the house and was at loose ends  now. He was a semi-pro paddler in his off-season hammering nails to stay in  shape untill to canoe came out again. For the last couple months he had been  boarding and living in the basement in exchange for making it livable down  there. He was perhaps twenty five, very muscular, very blonde, and by Mayr's  standards, very wordly. Mom hoped that Rob would grow up like Herb, cheerfull,  helpful even with the dishes, respectful, clean. So he really became more like  another big brother to them both. Mary didn't flout her little body at him like  she did her brother , though. Besides being old, he was so experienced, and she  tried to be careful not to show her own inexperience by doing little girl giggly  stuff. So it was a bit of a surprise when her bedroom door opened and it was  Herb, not Robbie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mary had been half expecting Robbie, since she knew the folks were gone for  the day and she had hopes that he would try to resume their petting sessiion of  a couple months ago. The caresses and pats had doubled after that and she felt  something had to come to a head. She still had the memory fresh of his boner  pressed into her little crack as he pumped, and she knew that he could feel her  pushing back and rocking her pussy up to meet him. When nothing beyond that had  happened she was more than a bit put out that he would take her to that level  and then drop her without finishing the job. So her juices were just a little  primed knowing he was coming up to her and she did her moat languid turnover to  welcome him, even letting her shirt fall open to show a breast. When she saw it  was herb, a full grown experienced man, who sat beside her on her bed, her arms  frew across her chest and she could feel the heat of her shame turning her  crimson. She could only lie with her eyes scrinched shut and hope that something  would happen to erase the moment. Instead, she had to open them to see Herb  smiling genlty down at her. He reached out and took her hands and held them to  his bare chest. When he released one Mary moved to close her shirt, but he  intercepted and replaced it on his chest. Then with his free hand he exposed her  other breast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"You are very, very gorgeous." Mary heard him murmur. She had never been told  that before, and the idea that Herb was talking about her little boobs while  staring at them unashamedgave her a rush of pleasure she had not expected. They  were really so tiny she didn't even need a bra yet, but she knew they would be  along and even now they felt nice when she touched them just so. She was aware  the nipple had hardened to little points llike they did when she played with  them and it crossed her mind this is what it must be like when Robbie cant hide  his hardon. She felt his big pecs moving under her hands and realized with  another spurt of shame that she had been kneading them like she did with Robbie,  but this was different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Can you do that?" Herb asked with a mischevious grin, as he flexed his  massive paddling muscles under her hands. She couldn't top herelf from digging  her fingers deep to feel the hardness of him and imagine the strength there. She  felt his hands straddle both breasts and pinch her little pectorals without  actually touching anything naughty. She made herself try to flex what she had  and succeded only in pushing her boobs up into his hands. Mary was unprepared  with how intimately delicious it was to have a man fondling her lovelies,  craddling the roundness and fingering the hard little nipples in a way that  obviously was meant to feel erotice and tickly. The fact that Herb wanted her to  have these feeelings made them all the more tingly. She even thought for a flash  she would have to show Robbie how to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;From his perch Rob could see his little sister pushing her tits up into  Herb's hands and hoped against hope he wouldn't make any noise to put them off.  He didn't know what was going to happen, but it was already more than anything  he had ever done. He watched fascinated as Herb bent forward to touch his tongue  to each nipple in turn, then trace up Mary's neck to her ear, then across both  eyes, a pause to getnly bite the nose, then a gentle kiis on the lips. Robbie  had kissed Mary on that day, but her return kiss had been a little girl peck,  with lips as hard as a little beak and positively sterile. Rob had some  experience with this angle with several of the local girls, but was too awkward  to teach a little sister who he felt he shouldn't be kissing anyway. He could  see that Herb found her the same, and watched breathess as he gently pecked at  her, encouraging her to peck back, parting her lips with his until they stopped  pecking and gently kept their lips together for what seemed like minutes to  Robbie. Then Herb swivelled himelf to lie beside Mary, gently pulled her chin  down and lowered his lips onto her open mouth. Her eyes opened wide for a long  moment, then closed again as her arms went around his neck. Robbie knew about  French kissing, and made a promise to self to soon do what Herb was doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;With his own mouth so dry, Robbie marvelled that Herb had the voice to ask  his sister if she had ever done this before. He couldn't make out her mumbled  reply, but kind of hoped she souldn't say anything about his playtime with her.  "What if I told you that in five minutes your going to be naked and hugging a  naked man?", he heard Harb say in a playful voice. Mary heard it too, and felt a  momentary panic at the thought of exposing how wet she got and how it would be  llike a boy trying hide his boner. Then she thought of a hardon pushing against  her naked crack and how much fun that might be. Everything was so nice right  now, better than she had imagined it could be. It could only get more fun as it  went with Herb leading her on her way. She let Herb lift her off the bed and  stand her on the floor, then stood rock still as he eased off her shirt, and  opened her top button. She could feel the jeans slide easily over her bum which  was still more little girl than her breasts. She wasn't a boy, but she had some  filling out to do. She stepped out of her jeans and stood with her eyes closed,  afraid that Herb might decide she was too little after all, and drop her from  this delightful high. But after a moment she felt his hands take hers and put  them on his belt buckle. 'Your turn now", he said quietly, " and your five  minutes is almost up."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When the couple left the bed, they left Robbies field of vision. But after  only a moment his sister reappeared on the bed. It was the first time he had  seen her naked, and he marvelled at the delights for his eyes. He was a llittle  surprised to see she had pubic hair, what the guys called a bush. Herb was  laughing softly at her, because she had flopped on her back, legs spread, ready  to be fucked. "Are you sure you're ready?", he teased, " Don't you want me to  make you more ready?" In truth Mary couldn't see how she could be more ready.  She was still a little bothered by what Herb might think about how wet she was  down there. She pulled Herb over her and hoped he would do it quickly, whatever  it was he was going to do. She knew the mechanics, but she also knew how stupid  a young heifer could be about it, even with an experienced bull. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"You know, littlel one, I came in hoping you would give me a back rub. Its a  good thing I brought the right kind of oil. I think you might be glad of it  too."..Herb reached over to his pants and found a tube of KY. Mary was  fascinated as she watched him dab big globs of it on his cock and then felt the  coolness as he also slicked down her pussy lips. She was startled to find that  she had stopped being wet as she waited for his onslaught. Am I afraid, she  thought? I don't feel afraid. I just feel sexy. She thought of the words she had  used only very little in her life, but she heard often from her class mates. She  knew that the opening there was her vagina, but everyone called it pussy and  even cunt. She made herself think of Herb's boner as a cock that was soon going  into her cunt and they were going to fuck, and he was going to cum in her!!!!!  and as she thought she heard herself whisper, "hurry!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Robbie heard the "hurry!!!" , and saw Mary's tummy suck in as she rocked her  pelvis up to Herb and he knew it was the same thing she had doen to him but with  clothes on, and he wondered how he could have been so stupid to not have felt  the invitation. But now he could just see Herb's bum as he held himself over  Mary and tried to find her little opening. After a couple falsse jabs, he had  Mary reach down and guide his shaft to her hole. He wanted to be able to see the  penitration that he knew had to be happening. Herb was gently thrusting now and  Mary had replaced her hands on his shoulders, looking up at him with a wondrous  look on her face. Sometime she would wince, but when he stopped she would push  against him and make him start again. There was a very quiet question asked, she  nodded, closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Then Robbie could see her tense  up as Herb gently pushed and then the lovers lay quietly for several minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mary was ready to ripped open by Herb's big engine, and wa surpised to find  it didn't seem to be able to find its own way, the way a horses big cock could.  She reached down with both hands grasped it and found the opening by rubbing it  up and down. Soon she felt the lips part as Herb pushed at just the right time  and with all the slippery goo he entered her rather easily. He felt even bigger  now, and she could feel him butting up against what she supposed was her cherry.  She didn't really know what a cherry was, but the girls talked of losing it. She  just knew that it Herb pushed too hard it could hurt a bit. When Hreb whispered  that it might hurt abit the first time but he would try not to make it bad, she  nodded and made herself ready. It wasn't really that bad, and she marvelled at  haw big he felt in her and how big she must be to be able take him all. He had  lowered himself onto her and again she marvelled at how this grownup man was a  perfict fit for her, with his cock fully inide her cunt his lips were perfect  for kissing, which they were now doing while his wonderfull cock filled her  pussy. When he did begin again to pump he was very gentle, and while she was  tender, she could live with the discomfort just for the look of rapture on his  face. She thought about how many of the girls had really done it, and knew none  had been fucked like this. She relished thinking in the crude terms, being  fucked, with a cock in her cunt, and getting ready to have a orgasm, sorry, cum.  AS she thought she soon found there was a warmth amid the pain and soon  overriding the pain and it was just like the feeling she got from her fingers  but way better because it was bigger and she could feel it way inside like she  never had before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Robbie could see Herb become more aggressive only moments before he came.  Mary's legs were making spastic kicks, sometimes trying to encircle Herb's bum  and pull him in, sometimes just extended and straight. Once, just once, he could  see between Herb's leg and see the litle pink flash of cunt lips before Herb  slammed back in and smacked Mary's bum with his balls. He had cummed many times  himself, of course, but it was always with his own devices, and it was generally  wise the keep the noise down, so he was a bit amused at the rapture shown by  Hreb in the magic moment, when all his muscles went tight, and he held himelf  high over Mary, only touching her where his and her pubics ground into each  other. He felt a little jealousy when he saw the obvious pleasure on her face,  wanting it to be him who was giviing it to her, but that went away as he  realized he had cum in his own pants. He backed out of his hiding place and went  quietly out his window, afraid the lovers might discover he had been in the  house all along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After what seemed like a long time, Robbie felt bold enough to go to the  house again, this time the back door. The folks might be back at any time  anyway. He entered to find a smiling Mary lounging watching TV, no sign of Herb,  and no sign of carrousing. Mary uncoiled herself, slunk over to where he stood,  circled his neck with her arms, gave him the nicest french kiss he had ever  dreamed possible, and said"I kew were watching, you know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was well the folks were a bit late getting back. They wouldn't have found  their daughter getting her first fuck, but they might have caught their son  getting his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My little wife is such a big girl now. She wasn't a couple weeks ago. We have  been married two years, almost, with her just out of highschool. There was a bit  of flack from her family, most old aunts thinking I must have knocked her up,  but that had died down now with no baby and both of us still happy with each  other. Besides, we had moved to another town and had little contact with the  family. I was almost ten years older and when the ages are 18 and 28, thats  quite a spread, not so much in the years themselves, but in life experiences.  Grizzled old vereran and virginal young debutante.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the little town attitudes went with us to the city. Karen was the  romantic who very much liked the idea of being 'in love' and while I did too, I  found it actually cramped our personal life. To illustrate, Karen didn't like to  call it fuck, we made love. Pussy was OK, but not cunt. That sort of thing. Not  a big thing, and I could live with it, but it just indicated a rigidity of  upbringing that I found a bit stifling. I really did love her, but I had been  around a bit and didn't want to be strangled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-6725725201093792852?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6725725201093792852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=6725725201093792852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/6725725201093792852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/6725725201093792852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/grown-up-bride.html' title='Grown up bride'/><author><name>•Progenic•</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-179897017953535809</id><published>2007-12-15T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T17:50:17.307-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex Stories'/><title type='text'>Sis cums of age</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was watching TV late last Saturday in my room over the garage. I had built  the attic room myself as a statement to the family and myself that I was growing  up and it was getting close to the time I would need a place of my own. Even now  I needed to feel a bit of separation. My folks went along with me, remembering  perhaps the same times in thier lives. It wasn't a palace, but it was mine, sort  of, and it was good to get time to myself to think out the changes that were  piling up in my life.The only person who came in, at least when I was there, was  my sister. WE were the best of friends, and she sometimes needed a quiet space  too, to chill with someone who didn't try to give too much advice. The folks  were liberal minded, but some things you just didn't talk to parents about,  especially ones who might be inclined to tell you either more than you wanted to  know, or might draw out of you more than you wanted them to know you knew. I  think you should be able to understand that. So besides being friends, we were  confederates and confidantes. I told her about what went on in my dates and what  she might expect when she started going out. We even played around a bit when my  stories got a bit exciting. She liked to be hugged, liked to feel her tummy  against mine, and it wasn't much of a stretch to often find her under me and her  legs even wrapped around me. We even got the rudiments of kissing before I ever  kissed my first girlfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That started two years ago, shortly after I mover into the room, and tonight  she was out on her first date. It had to be a double date to keep mom happy, but  it was in a car and she and her beau would have the back seat and she was very  excited and a bit apprehensive about what might happen to her. I might have  dressed up my exploits a bit too much for her imagination. At any rate, I was  expecting her when she crept into my room after letting the folks know she was  home in one piece, virtue included. She was already in her PJ's, and busting to  tell me what a big girl she was. She looked younger than she actually was, as  her track coach kept her trimmed to skin and bones for the hurdles, so she  looked so very young and vulnerable. They had skipped the movie altogether and  went to a parking spot along the lake and necked to four hours, until the car  had to be home. When I pumped her a bit to say exactly what had gone on, she  would only shyly say' "Lots of stuff", and hug her knees to her little chest. I  could see she was chilly, so I pulled her under the covers with me, hugged her  close, and played the story out of her. First I kissed her and asked , "Did you  do that?'. I gathered from the giggle that she had indeed done lots of that. She  also suggested she had gone one better, and french kissed me to demonstrate. It  was very brief, but the tongue was there, and I got a bit warmed at thinking of  my little sister making out like that. Not jealous, you understand, just wishing  I could have been there to both see and guide her along...Do I sound like an  overly liberal parent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Did he do this?", I asked , putting a hand on her breast. She nodded with a  sly grin, more like a lewd grin actually. "How about like this?", as I put my  had under her PJ top and again found the little girl breast. Again a nod, but  this time with a gulp as I began playing with the nipple. For such a small orb,  it was a full grown nipple, and sprang to attention. "Yes", with an eager  quaver. I thought to put my lips to her breast, but her hold on my neck was too  tight, and I wasn't in a fighting mood. Besides, we were only playing, at least  at that point.&lt;br /&gt;"Lets see now, what else could you have done? What were the other guys doing"?&lt;br /&gt;"I think they might have done it. They were laying down on the front seat and we  couldn't see, we could tell they were taking some clothes off."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; "So you didn't do it?, I was a bit dissappointed. I was starting to really get  into the story and didn't want to here it cut off in mid-conquest. Never mind  that it took me a year of dating before I first scored, and then the girl had to  practically rape me. Not that I was slow, I just didn't know how to let her know  what I wanted without thinking I might spook her. A tit in the hand is worth a  pussy in the bush?&lt;br /&gt;" I would have," she whispered into my neck. "maybe we will next time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She sounded so sad. I think she felt she had dissappointed me and wanted to  be able to tell me more. I stroke her back, which turned into stroking her bum  and thighs and finally into pushing her away enough to put my hand between her  legs and cradle her pube. She clamped down on me and started sort of humping my  fingers. OK, I thought, and tried as best I could to wiggled my digits against  her clit. It sounds so amateurish and clumsy now I come to write about it, but  thats what we were, clumsy ameteur. Later in college I learned of a South Seas  culture that used to designate a favourite uncle to initiate young girls into  the pleasures of the flesh. I didn't feel clumsy, though. I still didn't know  haw far it was going, but it was fun so far. After all, we had come closer a  year ago when I had layed between her legs with a hardon pressed against her. I  didn't know haw to get her clothes off and get her back into that position  without losing the moment. I know she knew what the position was, because when I  humped she humped back. But the clothes stayed on and eventually we had to make  an appearance in the main house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Open you legs just a bit," I whispered. When she did, quite deftly I thought  got my knee beween hers and ran my released hand down inside her waistband and  found her wet little pussy. She started just a bit, but I was too excited to be  put off, and I planted a kiss on her to cut off debate on the matter. Her breath  was a bit ragged anyway, but she gasped when I found her clit and began stroking  it. This was far more than we had ever done before and more than her beau had  done that evening. When I finger found the opening and slipped in and began  rubbing that spot just inside my girlfriend had showed me, the gloves were off  ofor both of us. We were no longer kids playing sexy games but a man and a woman  getting ready to fuck. Her mouth opened wide under my pressure and I showed her  what a real french kiss was. She came then, and I was glad of the knee between  hers to protect my hand from being crushed. She actually came again before she  sort of pushed me away and said she needed a rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; I was purposeful as I wiggles out of my boxers then worked her bottoms down off  her bum and over her feet. It wasn't untill I had to lift her shoulders to peel  her top off that she seemed to notice what I was up too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Are you getting us naked?, she asked the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;` "We are naked. Now do you know what we're going to do?"&lt;br /&gt;"You're going to do it with me?"&lt;br /&gt;"And you're going to do it with me. What are we going to do? What do you friends  call it when your talking about sex and boys?"&lt;br /&gt;"Carla's the only one who says it. WE say making out or just doing it or going  all the way. I said fuck once and everybody said I shouldn't even though Carla  does."&lt;br /&gt;"I wanted to fuck you last year. Remember when I laid beween your legs so long  and we just necked? We didn't even kiss properly."&lt;br /&gt;"I remember. You could have. I wanted you to do more but I didn't know how to  help you."&lt;br /&gt;"Its OK, though. I didn't have a condom anyway, and My cock is a lot bigger  now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This brought another matter into the equation. She had two orgasms and much  playing, but she had never seen or touched my good fella. I learned to call him  that from a movie. I quickly brought her hand to meet him and had to caoch her  to actually close her fingers around him. She giggled at the wettness and  slippery feel and even gave him a couple trial strokes. Some things a girl knows  inately. Then she realized there was more there than just a little handfull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; "How far doies it go in?, she asked, "It cant go that far in, can it? I'm not  that big."&lt;br /&gt;"I'll only put it in as much as you can hold." I didn't want to spook her now,  this close. I knew it would go all the way, but her fears were natural. He  really is a healthy specemin. I remembered how much trouble Mary my girl had had  when we first fucked and the so-called lubed condom was slippery as sand paper  and she dried up in her nervousness. I was glad we were in my bed and close to  the KY jelly that helped me through so many onesome nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Putting the condom on was a whole new thing. First of all, it was the first  she had ever seen of one, but mostly it was the fact that we were taking steps  to actually fuck, not just think about and play at it. When it was on I was  going to poke it into her and just the thought dried both our mouths just a bit.  Also was the knowledge that if something did bring a parent knocking, we were  now in a position that could not be explained away. But we felt pretty safe, at  least safe enough to plow ahead.. She had never heard of KY, but took my word  for it. I was right about that, when I felt her she was as dry as Mary had been,  and took a direct glob KY as a result. The cold shock was a good move. It took  us away from the cold mechanics of birth control and put the giggle back in the  game. But I was now so lubed I couldn't touch her except by climbing between her  wide spread legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I tried to go slow and make the memory of the moment indelible in my mind. I  knew it was a moment that could happen only once. I kept my body raised off her  so I could see down her tummy to where my cock was poised to penetrate her  virgin little pussy and I didn't want either of us to miss a single tingle. She  too looked down and rocked her pelvis to bring her lips into view. Her tummy  sucked in and her pube protruded like Gibraltar. I was sure that if I rammed it  home I would be able to see my cock raise her tummy. I noted the matted mess the  KY had made of her soft little bush. I noted the pleading in her voice as she  whicpered, "Put it in me, please?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I was even more eager than her, only not enough to hurt her doing it. I  knew looking into her eyes that this was the pussy I had been hungry for for as  long as I began pumping hormones. Mary was great, but I had never ogled her as  she slowly became a woman, wondering how she might feel. Lets not call iit love,  but it was long bottled lust and I knew now that she wanted it as bad as I did.  I was trying to figure how to coach the sweet thing into guiding me home, but as  luck would have it, I scored on the first shot. With her pelvis curled up to  meet me, My slippery cock parted her lips itself and found the opening. Her eyes  grew even bigger as the head popped into her and I make another inch or so. WE  could both see that half the condom was gone, leaving another four inches of  cock, but enough was in for her to feel the size, and her delight was contagious  as she realized she had me in her and it didn't hurt. She began working her cunt  muscles and rocking her bum as I held myself still over her, and clowly more  cock slipped in until soon there was no condom left. Still no pain, and in a  matter of minutes we both felt my pube grind against hers and even when I humped  quite hard I didn't hurt her. The wonder on her face as the realization came  home that she had all I could give in her pussy and she was woman enough to take  it, made me lower myself and press her body into mine and kiss her more tenderly  than I had ever kissed a girl. WE lay still for a few minutes, relishing the new  feellings and thoughts and emotions, but soon I had to begin stroking her slowly  and gently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;" you might not have a cum the first time. Most girls don't"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care, it feels so good and I just want to fuck you forever. Just keep  fucking and cum in me ."&lt;br /&gt;" I will cum in you, no fear. WE have to get you on the pill, so my cock can  feel your cunt without any rubber."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; After the briefest of pauses, "I am on the pill. Mom said it would help my  periods. I never thought about not needing a condom. What a dork I am. What  should we do?"&lt;br /&gt;The absurdity of the situation gave us both the giggles. What do we do? Withdraw  long enough to whip off the condom, or not relinquish any hard-fought ground? As  we mulled, we humped, and very quickly the answer was made for us as I was not  in a position to pull out anything, and the sensation grabbed my whole groin and  I madly pumped my little sister full of the juices I had been saving for her all  my life. It went on a long time, I never seemed like I was coming down and I  didn't want to anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I lay on her for a long time. I thought I must be getting heavy and said so,  but she had me where she wanted me and wouldn't let me go. When finally I was  allowed to lift off and pull out, I was soft and spent, and glad she had the  pill, because the condom and its load stayed inside and I had to fish it out.  Who but my little pal could see the hilarity in this in her first fuck? Who but  her could marvell at how small the 'good fella' had gotten in such a short time?  We had to start talking about how soon she should find her way to her own bed  and how neither of us really wanted that moment to come. Inevitably, good fella  stirred as she played with him and thenshe had the delight of seeing him  resurrect into the stallion, the only way she had ever seen him. Now we were  able to come together again, and without aid of KY, I slid my naked cock into  her willing little cunt and felt the warmth and elasticity of her flesh. She  must havefelt the difference too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"OOOOH, I like it skin to skin. You're even hotter now, do I feel hotter? Are  you going to cum again? Don't stop fucking me, keep on fucking me, I tickle all  over, Is this the way you feel? ohgodIlovefuckingyoufuckfuck..."her voice  begcame less of a voice and more of a whimper as her body was wracked with  tremors and she ground her pubic into me enough to hurt a little bit. But I  didn't c are, because I was cumming again and before she was done I did deliver  another load. It all took longer than this, of course, but who needs a full  paragraph of sound effects?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As we drifted back down I was able to roll her to the top and we lay like  that for it seemed hours. She was so light, and I just didn't want to withdraw,  even if I was soft. It was first light before we were able to stir enough to get  her to her own room. Thank goodness for the early light in northern summers.  Thank goodness it was sunday and she was a notorious oversleeper anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom remarked several days later how Sis's first date had changed her, how  cherfull she was and helpfull. She made the first squad in her track team, so I  guess there was no physical damage either. Her hurdling was what kept her so  slim and wiry, and might even have been why her cherry haden't been a problem.I  now look at her with different eyes, too. When I fuck Mary I appreciate the  padding on her pube, but I still hunger to see those big nipples staring up at  me as all her core muscles milk 'good fella' of all he has. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When will we fuck again? Well, Sis thinks someone else should be the next  one, and she's out with the same guy tonight as last week, so I imagine he's  going to be a happy guy right about now, and I'll get her back in a couple  hours.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-179897017953535809?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/179897017953535809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=179897017953535809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/179897017953535809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/179897017953535809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/sis-cums-of-age.html' title='Sis cums of age'/><author><name>•Progenic•</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-2898931084876660857</id><published>2007-12-14T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T17:46:30.323-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex Stories'/><title type='text'>Blackmailed to pose nude</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hi! This is a follow up to a letter I wrote earlier this year. If you remember my husband had me to pose for his friends at his camrea club.I had upset him,and done things which I regret many times over. This was his revenge. One of the men who was there was John. I knew him from school. I didnt like him in school because he just gave me the creeps. John has lived in our street for sometime now. When I posed at the camrea club John was there as part of my punishment. Which my husband thought was In some ways retaIiation,for what I had done to him. Had to pose with my legs open and totally in the nude. I also had to masturbated with my fingers and vibrators in front of him. I still cringe at the thought that he has see my naked and in such obscene poses. After I posed at my husbands club things have go back to normal between myself and my husband. I have seen John a good few times since but I havnt spoken a word to him since that night of shame.&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I came out of our local shop and bumped into John, and one of his friends. I looked John in the eye, but his friend says havnt I seen you before.I knew I had never set eyes on him before,then Johns says Oh yeh I gave you some photos of a girl with her legs spread wide open,thats her.I felt my face turn red and my heart missed a beat. Oh this is your fancy girl, then John his friend said, John looked down to his feet with some shame.&lt;br /&gt;I was tamping by now. His friend who must be near 60 fat and bolding said I like the photos of you fingering yourself the best. I could of died then. What about having a night with John, and me and a couple of friends . I just gave the a blank look and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;That night I told my husband what happened, but he just laughed, and told me not to be silly. Then to my surprise he says what a good idea for John and his friend to have a time of there lives and to share me for the night. As the pair of them we losers. I told him in no uncertain terms to forget any idea about John and his friends of sharing me.&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days later my husband had to go away for a weeks work in london on a job. As I had my job I couldnt go with him. On the first night he was away, there was a knock on the door. I thought it was his dad who usually calls round when im on my own. But when I opened the door I had a fright of my life to see John and his friend, from earlier in the week. What the hell do you two want I spat the words at them. Well Johns friend spoke up ,I will make this quick for you, he replies. Either you pose nude tonight for John, myself and a couple of our friends, or John will put all of the photos he took of you on the internet with my help. And we will show the world your lovely body in all its glory. With of course you name etc. You wouldnt dare do that thats, blackmail, I said. Well its your word against ours but who will care your photos will be everywhere. You wait till my husband gets back and he will sort the both of you out. Ok if thats what you want but it will be to late by then, your photos will be on the web. Do what you want , just you wait thats all. I then closed the door on them.&lt;br /&gt;I went straight on the phone to my husband and told him what had happened. He was very shocked,and said he would sort John and his friends when he got back home again.He asked me what I thought, about how serious John was. I told him,I thought he would post them on the net. I also told him I did want to risk them being put on the web. What should I do I asked him. He replied the only thing to do would to be to pose for them.&lt;br /&gt;What you have got to be joking I said, what if he blackmails us again this could go on forever. Listen I will sort all this out once im back, I promise.Then the phone went dead, I had lost the signal. I tried to phone him again but could get through to him. My heart was pounding, oh no I cant do this I thought. But deep down I knew I had no choice. I poored myself a large whiskey. And downed it in one, to calm my nerves. I thought I would get this over as quickly as possible, do what ever they want quickly and no fuss. Otherwise I would be there all night,. Also I had no choice. They could do what they wanted, otherwise my naked body would be displayed for all to see. I put my jacket on and walked out and the short distance to where John lives.&lt;br /&gt;I walked up the path and through the over grown garden. I took a deep breath and knocked the door, The door is opened by John he says well well well, glad you could make it, come on in. I walked down the small hall way, the smell of smoke beer and BO,is very strong. I followed John into the living room. There were another 3 men inside. The room is full of smoke and I feel sick. This is Terry and Bob you meet before and also Paul. Gents meet the lovely Lyn, you have all seen the photos here she is in the flesh. Ok Lyn this is hows its going to work, Bobs says . Bob who must be about 60 very fat and unshaven, and the very thought that I will undress in front him, makes me feel sick. Lets get the ground rules first. What we want is to have a good look at every part of your body. Secondly we want you not to be shy, we want a repeat show like you done for John before. But this time just for us ,after tonight nobody will mention this again. There will be no photos on the web or anywhere else.Nobody will mention this night again.&lt;br /&gt;What we want from you is to have a good look at your body ,and to photograph,it to get close ups. We want the works from you. Come on John says with a grin lets get on with it.They pick up there cameras ok Lyn lets start, go and stand in the midddle of the room. I do what im asked. Take your jacket off Terry says, oh by the way this is Pauls first time he has seen a naked girl hes only 16 so we want him have a good look at you.Terry is just staring at me. He has a long thin nose, with lots of spots, and bolding. Very unclean look about him, he must be about 50. Ok Lyn take of your tee shirt, I look at the 3 of them and im thinking to myself you sad bastards. But im stuck in this situation,I slowly pull up my tee shirtover my head and I place it on the chair. I am standind in just my bra. Paul begins to take some photos, then the rest start to photograph me.John says drop your trousers. I undo my button and pull my zip down. I bend down and pull my trousers down and I fold them and place the on a chair. I stand up in just my white underware. Now im told to put my hands on my head which I do. Look at the size of her tits there fantanstic, Paul shouts. John now comes in front of me,with his camrea, taking his pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Lets see them then Lyn get your tits out for us to look at, Terry says with a hugh grin on his face. I put my hands behind my back and unclip my bra, and I pull my bra away to reveal my breasts to the them. Fucking hell Pauls says their huge. John walks up to me and puts his hands on my breasts and holds them. Take my picture he says the he squeezes my nipples, he bends his head and starts to suck on my nipple. Terry says I want a bit of that and walks over and starts to suck on the other breast. Get out the fucking way, I want to see her tits, not you 2 fuckers sucking on them, Bobs say .Both John and Terry move out of the way .Ok Lyn lift and cup your tits, thats it, pull your nipples. look at me and smile, Bob says. I do what is asked so I can get out of this shit hole. I know sooner or later I will have to put a perverted show on for these ass holes. I look at Paul he has a huge smile on his face, his dreams are going to come true tonight. John turns to Paul and says do you want a look at her cunt now ? I know I do he says. He turns to me and says drop your knickers, lets see what you have got.&lt;br /&gt;I take a deep breath and I place my hands on my knicker rim and I pull them down over my ankels and throw them onto the rest of my cloths. I just want to get this over as quickly as I canTerry bends down for a close up shot of my pussy. Bob tells me lie on a blanket and to spread my legs open for inspection. I lie down and I open my legs a little bit.You know what we want, so come on spread you legs wide open, all the way, we want a good look at your cunt. I open my legs wide as I can. Bob says now lie back with your hands behind your head and smile while we take pictures of your cunt. And they bend down and zoom in for close ups. There all have a good look and photograph my open pussy.&lt;br /&gt;And there I am totally naked my legs spread wide open,and pussy on display for and always having to smile for John and his friends to photograph. I know I have to obey there commands, and I know what is coming. John tells me to put a hand onto my pussy.,now Im told to hold my lips between my fingers. Slowly im told to pull my lips apart for them to look inside me. I do what im told. Spread yours lips wider we want to see your pink. Paul mouth is wide open,with the display im having to put on. Good girl, Bobs says, as he gets a close up shot of my spread lips.When he has finished he tells Paul to get in close for a good look. So I have to hold open my lips while he bends down, for a close look and to take his pictures. Next Terry moves in camera close to his face. When hes finished John takes his place, now big smile hold it, he says, he wants me to look at him with my pussy spread wide open just for him. Paul asks wheres her clit ? Bob tells me to put a finger on my clit and to rub it for Paul to look at. So I do what ive been told, and I rub my clit.&lt;br /&gt;Ok Lyn get on to your hands and knees doggy style, and of course spread them legs wide open. I turn around as asked and I open my legs. Spread your cheeks and put your ass in the air, we want a clear look at your hole. I do what they say, I can hear the camera clicks as they take there photos of my exposed pussy. I see Paul move closer, then Bobs tells him to stick a finger in her hole. What I say no way, come on Lyn thats not the deal, you said you would pose, so no questions just let him finger you. Hes never fingered anyone before, just let him slip a finger into your hole,hes only young. Go on John says I turn over, still holding my cheeks open, I can feel his finger slip into me. He starts to pull it out then he pushies deeper into me. I can hear the camera clicks as they record Paul fingering me. Then Terry says my turn and he comes behind me, and Paul moves away. This is how you do it, and he pushies 2 fingers deep inside me. I can see Paul getting a close up photo. Terry says youve got a nice tight hole, Lyn as he pushies his fingers deeper into me. Ok Lyn get up and go and sit on the chair, which Bob has brought into the centre, of the room. I stand up, and move to the chair, which is an old stlye reading chair. Ok Lyn you know what we want, put a leg over each arm and come to the edge. I cast a leg obscenely over,each arm and im on the edge to give them a clear unobstructed view, of my pussy. John walks over, and looks me in the face, and then without warning slips 2 fingers in my pussy, I think she likes to be finger fucked, He pushies his fingers in and out 4 or 5 times, I think she is getting wet and enjoying this. Your right Terry, shes got a tight hole,John says.&lt;br /&gt;Now its your turn, we want to watch you finger fuck yourself, pull your lips apart and use them fingers. and Paul lowers himself down for close up photos as I slip my fingers and I start to masturbate, in front of they eyes. They take it turns to get close up photos, making me stop and pull my fingers out. So they can get really close up photos. John finished his beer bottle and tells me to use that on my hole, so I stop using my fingers and slip the bottle gently into my pussy for there pleasure. A sence of calm is in the room and the men are enjoying watching me, play with myself.&lt;br /&gt;after about 5 minutes and they have captured me on film using the bottle, Bob tells me to get onto the floor doggy style again. For the grand finale I climb off the chair and lower myself down. I go onto all fours as asked I have no idea, why they want me back onto all 4s as they have enough photos ,of me in this position. Paul and John change there films, and so does Terry. Ok Paul, what i want you to do is get your cock out and Lyn to suck you dry, Bob says. No way I protest thats not going to happen but Bob replies we told you any position and you agreed. so suck him off. and I want to photograph him spunking, into you open mouth and I want a shot of his cum in your mouth, ok.&lt;br /&gt;Paul has a big grin and pulls his trousers down around his ankels and lowers himself down. He holds his cock and then pulls the foreskin back, and pushies it to my mouth. I can see John move his camera level with my mouth. I know that im stuck and I cant get out of it, so I take hold of his cock and I draw it close to my mouth. I then, place it my mouth and I start to suck him off. In the corner of my eye, I can see Terry up zipping his trousers, and he pulls down his trousers and pants. He starts to wank, then he moves. I can feel someone touch my ass, I turn round and I can see Terry with a huge hard on, lower himself down.&lt;br /&gt;I am about to stop and tell him no way when Paul lets out a huge groan and I can feel his hot sperm in my mouth. and he shots his load down my throat .I gag and spit it out only for John and Bob to capture this moment on film. Paul grabs my hair and pushies his cock back down my throat.&lt;br /&gt;He now moves away, and I start to get up. Bob says where the fuck do you think you are going. I said thats enough, you got what you wanted. Oh know, theres me, Terry and John to cum yet., Bob replies,. Now on your hands and knees. we are going to split roost you. Terry you fuck her from behind , Lyn you suck me while Terry fucks you. John make sure you get the video camera, and Paul make sure you get good close ups as Terry slips into her hole.&lt;br /&gt;I now have a video camera filming the action as I am being split roosted. Bob has a small cock which he pushies down my throat. He grabs my hair and moves my head at the same time that Terry thrusts his cock deep into me. Terry grabs my breasts and pulls them by my nipples, Bob is using my head to wank with. And all the time its being captured on film and video, I can feel Terry pull out and I can fel his hot sperm shot onto my pussy as he wanks himself off. He then slides his cock deep into me again, and the same moment Bob pulls his cock out and pulls my head back and empties his load over my face. I collect my breath. as Terry moves away from me and Bob grabs a towel. Then I see John give the camera to Terry, sloppy seconds he says. Ive waited a long time for this, Ive wanked over you for years. The last time when you suck me off was fantasic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But I have waited and dreamed about this for years, get up and bend over the table. I do as he says . Point the camera to her cunt he asks Terry , then he grabs my ass cheeks and spreads them open, look at the spunk in your hole ,he tells me. Are you ready for a real cock. make sure you get a good clear close up as I slide my cock into her cunt he tells Terry .I can hear the zoom focusing and then I feel Johns cock slide into me. and he starts to pump like mad. The men all cheer as John fucks me. He grabs my breasts, pulls my hair. and then he stops but he hasnt cum. Turn around Lyn I like to see your face as I fuck you cunt. I turn around. No on the floor so Iie down and he lays on top of me I take his full wait, he tries to kiss me but I move my head away. I can feel his cock buried deep in me every pump I can see the how much he is enjoying his moment.&lt;br /&gt;He bends his head down and sucks on my left breast. then I can feel his body tence up as he shots his load with a huge groan. and he rolls off me. I lie there legs wide open, when John tells me to suck the juices from his cock. I turn on to my side, and do what ive been told to do and I take Johns cock into my mouth and I suck him dry.&lt;br /&gt;I can see Bob and and Paul laughing, and Terry pulling up his trousers. John gets up and gets dressed. I also get dressed .Then Bob thanks me and so does Paul. Terry just smiles. John come close and says sorry but Ive loved you for years. thank you. I look at the 4 of them and shout bastards. and walk out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-2898931084876660857?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2898931084876660857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=2898931084876660857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/2898931084876660857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/2898931084876660857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/blackmailed-to-pose-nude.html' title='Blackmailed to pose nude'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-5996925163266732970</id><published>2007-12-14T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:14:01.065-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex Stories'/><title type='text'>Stephanie – the Highway Whore</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In Quebec, they call them ‘highway whores’ or ‘sluts d’autoroute’, and you  can find them at virtually all the rest stops along any major freeway,  especially between Quebec City and Montreal. But who are they? How do you see  one? And what do they do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;First of all, you need to know that, scattered along the length of all major  freeways in the province, about every 20 kilometers (16 miles) apart, there are  special exits you can take that quickly bring you to a little rest station. The  rest stations are on both sides of the freeway; in other words, if you are  driving eastbound and you pull into one, you can look across the freeway to see  an almost identical rest stop available for cars traveling westbound. These rest  stations invariably have a parking lot, where anywhere from 20 to 30 cars can  park, and a little building with men’s and women’s bathrooms, a drinking  fountain, and maps on the wall. There also always is a little park, complete  with lots of shady trees and picnic tables, garbage cans, and so on. Sometimes,  you’ll find a little candy or ice-cream stand as well. These stops are very well  used, because they are well-marked, highly visible from the road, extremely  convenient (once you take the exit, you are pulling into the parking lot in  about 5 seconds), and very peaceful and pleasant. They don’t have gas stations,  but they otherwise are what most road warriors need: a place to use the  bathroom, freshen up, rest, have a picnic and, as of the last few years, receive  a quick and very satisfying blowjob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The girls who work the rest stops generally are students who are driven there  from one of the neighboring little towns. During the summer, these stops are  serviced from about 9 a.m. until 9 or 10 p.m., generally until it gets dark.  During the school year, girls are available on weekends from about 9 until 6  p.m., though some girls do work weeknights until about 10 or 11 p.m. Each stop  has at least two girls working at any given time, though sometimes as many as  four. And there always are 2 ‘spotters’, often one of the girl’s moms, who  drives the girls there and stays to ensure the girls’ safety, and a second male  spotter in a car by himself who is there in case of an emergency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The girls and their female spotter (who is called their ‘Mom’, even if she  isn’t) usually wait in their car in the main parking lot, watching out for  customers. They know they have a customer when a vehicle pulls into one of  several unmarked parking spots that are separate from where the rest of the cars  park, usually on the grass, just off of the pavement opposite where all the  other cars are parked. These spots are marked by white poles that stick out of  the ground about 3 feet high. And, often, girls will drape a pair of sexy satin  or nylon panties over the top of the pole to let potential customers know that  at least one girl is working. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When a vehicle pulls into one of these spots, the girl who is ‘next’ and the  spotter both climb out of the car. The spotter pulls out her camera and walks  over to the side to get a picture of the vehicle and the license plate, while  the girl goes to meet her customer.&lt;br /&gt;The customer knows which is which because the ‘whore’ is younger (late teens)  and invariably wearing tight, tight jeans, a cute top and make-up. Some girls  wear heels. But many just wear their running shoes. The ‘whores’ also carry a  little towel to kneel on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If the customer is driving a motorcycle, the girl will kneel to blow him right  next to his bike, usually on the side opposite the parking lot, so the girl  remains somewhat hidden (mind you, this means drivers on the freeway can see her  with no obstruction at all). Some customers driving cars or trucks want the girl  to kneel next to the vehicle, and some want them to blow them in the front or  back seat (if there is a back seat). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At least a third of the girls’ customers are seniors driving big Winnebagos or  campers, because they are on vacation, and have both the money and the time, in  which case the girls will enter the camper to provide their service. And another  third are truckers, stopping for a little ‘pick-me-up’ mid haul. In all  instances, what the girls give is a blowjob. Because the girls are kept so busy,  there isn’t time for them to undress and be cunt or ass-fucked. The girls just  drop to their knees, fully dressed, and all fucking involves their mouth and  throat. Interestingly, many of these horny old bastards have their wives with  them, but the wives are happy and relieved that their stud muffin is porking the  throat of some cute little teen instead of their own. Many wives take pictures.  And others actually join in the fun too, holding the girl’s heads while their  hubbies ram them or pulling out ‘toys’ like rubber cocks to shove down the  girl’s throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Technically, these girls can do all this because they actually aren’t  prostituting... they are engaging in mutually consensual sex. There are several  reasons for this distinction. First, they don’t advertise; everything,  ironically enough, is by word of mouth. In fact, it all began with a girl named  Yvette who just started hanging out at a rest stop near her home to see if she  could raise a little money for college, given that her town was too small for  her to find work or to work as a prostitute. She just stood off on her own  wearing tight hot pants, heels, a skimpy top and too much make-up and waited for  guys to come to her. Pictures of her blowing a biker soon hit the internet along  with a description of the ‘horniest teenage whore on Route 20’, and how to find  her, all posted by a satisfied customer who’d first filmed her, and then  approached her for a blowjob himself. Soon, she was so busy, she convinced a  friend to come out with her. Then other girls started working the opposite  direction’s rest stop. And then girls across the province started stepping up to  kneel down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Second, the girls don’t solicit sex. When a girl approaches a potential  customer, she just says “Hi!” and asks if the guy wants anything. And third,  they don’t actually charge for the blowjobs. Everything is on a tip basis…  totally voluntary… though the word-of-mouth ‘rate’ is $40 and most patrons give  at least $20. If police officers ever did approach them, which they don’t,  they’d just find a bunch of pretty teenage girls ‘having fun’. “How old are  you?” is the only really relevant question they could ask, to make sure the  girls are of age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Despite the lack of a fixed rate and the fact that some guys truly are  cheapskates, the girls are kept so busy they still make pretty good money. Girls  work 6-hour shifts; though, if it’s busy mid afternoon, as it often is, they may  overlap for an hour or two. During a typical 6-hour shift, a girl will average  about 25 blowjobs (they can’t call them tricks) and bring in $600-700 in tips.  One third goes to each of the two spotters, the Mom and the male ‘protectors’.  So the girls get to keep $200 or so. Some of this goes towards make-up and  replacing the 15-20 panties that get stolen from the white post as ‘souvenirs’  every day. Still, the girls typically bring home more than $1000 in a six-day  work week during the summer, giving them $8,000-10,000 saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My favorite girl is a little blonde named Stephanie, who works at a rest stop  between Ste. Hyacynthe and Drummondville. She is one of the youngest girls I’ve  seen working, and she’s very petite… maybe 5 foot even and 80 pounds tops. She  has long blonde hair, wears glasses and is always smiling and happy. She also  often wears brightly-colored 5-pocket jeans – like pink, baby blue, white or  yellow, to go with a cute top and running shoes. She does have a couple of pairs  of dark navy jeans, however, that also look great on her. All her jeans are very  tight, so tight you always can see the outline of her nylon bikini panties, and  she has the cutest little ass imaginable. She also is one of these really  talkative girls who is very confident and friendly. The first time I met her, it  was only her second day. I’d arrived there in my usual carpool with three  buddies from work, and we all were stunned to see the happy little girl with  braces on her teeth approaching us, wearing pink jeans, a pink baseball cap, a  light blue short-sleeved top and running shoes. Other girls looked young, but  Wow! Was she old enough to be doing this? We actually thought it must be some  mistake. Or maybe she’d been sent over to tell us that her older sister was  delayed with someone else and would be a few minutes. But, instead, she just  said: “Hi, guys! Are you looking for me?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When one of us (I can’t even remember who now) stammered that we all wanted a  blowjob, if she was old enough, she proudly announced that, as of the previous  week, she now was, and then happily dropped to her knees and told us to make a  circle around her. She actually started with me. I couldn’t believe how calm and  steady her hands were, deftly undoing my belt and zipper… or that my thick want  could fit in her mouth. But it did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Hmm hmm,” she said to Marc (I think), waving him over and taking hold of his  belt as she started to slide up and down my shaft. She had to kneel fully  upright to reach any of us. And her little bum was SOOOO cute! Soon, her  talented mouth was alternating between three of us, and she seemed as happy as a  puppy with a bone that the fourth member of our little group had pulled out a  camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Hmm hmm (like this?)” she kept asking, every time he asked her to pose. I  filled her mouth with cum first. As I was erupting, she rapidly pumped my shaft  with her mouth, trying to squeeze every last drop out of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Thanks,” she giggled after she’d popped off me to focus on someone else. I took  the camera, of course, and Jacques stepped in, to have his cock engulfed by  Stephanie’s mouth within seconds. She swallowed cum from all four of us within  20 minutes. Then, thanking us when we helped her to stand, she took off her  baseball cap and we passed it around. Between us, we gave her an extremely  well-deserved $47.23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; “Thanks,” she giggled again. And then she turned to half walk, half skip back to  the car where her ‘Mom’ was waiting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Are you working again tomorrow?” I called out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She stopped and turned her head. “Uh huh!” she answered with a big smile,  showing off her braces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We four watched her little ass in amazement as it got farther and farther away.  Then we climbed back into our car and drove over to park in the main lot, just  to watch. Sure enough, within a minute or so, our little girl in pink was off  again, this time to a huge trailer truck where an equally huge trucker was  waiting for her. As we drove off, we glanced back to see Stephanie on her knees  beside the truck, happily bobbing her head in and out of this dude’s crotch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next day, we were back again, but a different girl was sent to us. She was  very pretty too; but, after Stephanie, we were spoiled. I quietly asked if  Stephanie was working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“She is,” the girl answered. “Do you want me to have her come here when she’s  available?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We all nodded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Okay,” the girl said, and left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think my cock almost burst, I was so hot over the next 10 minutes waiting for  Stephanie. But then I saw her, this time wearing a bright yellow pair of tight  5-pocket pants to go with everything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Hi!” she said, clearly excited to see us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Hello yourself,” I answered. “Now drop and do twenty!” I said, joking along  military lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Five times each?” she raised her eyebrows, hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Maybe twice each,” I kidded her. And then I kept reminding her… “So you’re  going to blow us all twice, right?” Of course, I was just trying to make her  laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But she actually did it. I took photos and Marc shot first this time. After she  swallowed his seed, she waved me over to take his place. Jacques shot off next,  and she swallowed that. But then she waved Marc back into the circle. What? And  then we all realized what she was doing. After André flooded her mouth and she  swallowed his seed, she waved Jacques back into the circle, and there was no  doubt. Clearly very, very pleased with herself, she truly was blowing us all  twice, as we all continued to marvel at how sweet her little ass was, now in  tight yellow pants (panty-line showing) and how amazingly adept her seemingly  small mouth was. Barely more than 30 minutes later, she trotted back to her Mom  (who really was her Mom) feeling very pleased at the $44.91 we’d given her and  proud of how well she’d done. (We all felt badly she’d given eight blowjobs for  so little, but it was all the change we had.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well… our carpool and several other carpools from work stop by to see Stephanie  after work five days a week now, and several of us stop by on Saturdays as well.  She’s always so happy to see us. A few times, we’ve tried out another girl, when  told Stephanie was “really busy”, like the times when she and usually one other  girl literally are servicing an entire tour bus of retirees (we glance over to  see the two girls on their knees next to the bus, surrounded by a crowd of about  fifty old geezers). But we always return to Stephanie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stephanie’s Mom often is a spotter, and she’s come to recognize our car. She  sometimes pops over to chat with us while her daughter kneels to do her thing.  She’s real proud that Stephanie is so popular, and not just at the rest stop.  Apparently, pictures of Stephanie on her knees giving blowjobs to an endless  number of men are all over the internet now; and Mom proudly showed us the front  page of a local newspaper she’d kept that had a very nice front-page story about  Stephanie and the other girls, featuring a nice, big smiling picture of  Stephanie kneeling next to that same tour bus (which pops by at least once a  week) surrounded by horny old men. The headline read: “Filles Locales Pompent  plus que L’essence” (Local Girls Pump More Than Gas).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not surprisingly, they sold out of the newspaper that day. I, myself, bought  five or six of them. Stephanie bought 25 to give her friends at school. And  Stephanie’s Mom bought more than fifty, many to send to family and friends, but  others to send to pimps and porn producers in Montreal, where Stephanie plans to  move after she graduates this year. Mom will miss her, of course. But Mom and  daughter both are thrilled and relieved to know that, thanks to Mom’s quick  thinking, Stephanie already has a big-city pimp lined up for next summer who  promises to have her throat fucked at least twenty times per night, and a  big-city porn producer who’s signed her up to make no fewer than ten gang-bang  blowjob/deep throat movies. She can’t wait for all the fun she’s going to have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-5996925163266732970?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5996925163266732970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=5996925163266732970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/5996925163266732970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/5996925163266732970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/stephanie-highway-whore.html' title='Stephanie – the Highway Whore'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-3819362696198260476</id><published>2007-12-14T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:12:05.713-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blowjobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex Stories'/><title type='text'>Angie's Bleacher Blowjobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever heard of them? I’m talking about bleacher blowjobs; and, of  course the cheerleader cum-eaters who give them. The girls also sometimes are  called bleacher sluts (meant, of course, in a good way). Just go to any  high-school football game nowadays, and you’ll see them. They are easy to spot.  Usually, they are especially pretty school girls, standing or sitting together,  dressed in tight, tight jeans, cheering their boys on. A disproportionate number  are blondes. But what really sets them apart is their cheer. Often, it goes  something like this: “Beat them. Beat them north and south! Then come over and  fuck my mouth!” These girls are NOT subtle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ve become a regular fan of a local high-school team where there is an  especially pretty and eager blonde blow-girl named Angie. Let’s just say that  Angie has taken bleacher blowjobs to a whole new level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The first time I saw Angie, she was just sitting in the stands with everyone  else. I was a bit late and approaching the bleachers from behind, so what I  noticed about ‘Angie’ first was her long blonde hair and cute little butt in  tight blue jeans. She also wore a tight black sweater, white sneakers, and a  cute little chain belt around her waist. A funny thing I noticed, once I stopped  ogling her ass, was that an older man was standing directly in front of her,  facing her and looking down. Was this her Dad? I wondered. And why was he  standing RIGHT in front of her and blocking her view like that. But, as I got  closer, the reason became immediately apparent. You see, this sweet blonde was  bobbing her head back and forth, her blonde hair swaying with each thrust of her  head. I angled over to the side a bit. Could this girl be… no it couldn’t be…  could she be… giving this guy a blowjob?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I could not believe it when I rounded the corner of the stands and looked up.  This girl was sitting amid a group of friends, her eyes trying, as best they  could, to watch the game, but her mouth wrapped around this guy’s huge, hard  dick. And, all the while, she was sliding her mouth up and down its length.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Hmm hmmmmm!” she screamed, all of a sudden, cheering her team on after they’d  picked up 25 yards on a great pass play, despite the cock still filling her  mouth. And then she resumed bobbing her head, back and forth, back and forth.  After a few seconds, she raised her left hand up to brush some of her long  blonde hair away from her face, and she happened to glance my way. I still stood  there, stunned because of what I was seeing. For a second, I thought maybe she’d  give me a reproachful look, given that I was so obviously ogling her sucking  this man’s bone. But her eyes looked at me very, very invitingly. “Would you  like to be next?” was what her eyes seemed to be saying. For the next minute or  so, her eyes playfully watched me, as if teasing me, challenging me tostep  forward too. And when I finally recovered enough to pull out my digital camera,  she kept looking straight at me, pausing from her rhythmic motion a couple of  times to pose prettily for me, her lips still wrapped around man-meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After a few more minutes, she stopped bobbing her head and gurgled a bit; and I  realized that her mouth was being filled up with this guy’s cum. And then she  started slowly sliding her mouth up and down the now slimy shaft again. Again  she glanced my way, and I detected such pride in those eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When she finally slid off this guy’s cock, she teasingly smiled at me and then  swallowed. Then her eyes glanced up at the man whose cum she’d just swallowed  and took him back inside her mouth to spit shine his cock. His dick was fully  soft when she slid off and swallowed a second time. She smiled up at him and  helped him do up his belt and zipper with her nimble hands. As he backed away a  bit, she glanced over at me and asked pleasantly: “Do you want to be next?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;With my heart in my throat, I nodded, and then stepped towards her. She had used  the break in the action to take a sip of a neighbor’s coke, and then cheer on  the team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Woo hoo! Go Titans!” she cried. But then she smiled at me, the biggest warmest  smile I’d ever seen. “Hi!” she said sweetly as she reached for my zipper. Then  she added: “I hope you’re a Titans fan! I only blow Titans fans.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“I am now!” I answered, making her laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The girl next to her teased her a bit too, and they bantered back and forth for  about thirty seconds or so. But then Angie smiled up at me again, and leaned  forward to take my now semi-rigid wang in her mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Hmmmmmmm,” she hummed, happily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Suddenly self-conscious at having my cock inside the mouth of a teenage girl on  a crowded bleacher, I quickly glanced around. The stands were not chalked full  of people; but they were full enough… mostly of parents, grandparents, and other  students; and only a few seemed to be noticing what was happening with me. One  was a grey-haired elderly lady who just smiled; another was a guy walking around  with a camcorder, mostly filming the game, but every so often turning to film  the crowd, especially Angie. Angie saw him, but just kept sucking me, her eyes  bright and happy. And then there was a small group of guys who seemed Angie’s  age, who obviously were enjoying seeing this pretty girl at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Hey, Angie!” one called out. “Are you stuffing your face again?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Hmm hmmm,” Angie responded, pleasantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And, finally, there was the girl sitting next to Angie, who turned out to be  Angie’s cousin. She smiled up at me too and told me that Angie did this at all  the games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“What?” I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Uh huh,” the girl said. “Lots of girls do it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I looked at her, and then glanced down at Angie, who was so obviously enjoying  the cock in her mouth. “Hmm hmm,” she said to me sweetly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I pulled my camera back out to capture some nice close-up shots of this lovely  young blonde, while continuing to listen to her cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“They’re called ‘cheerleader sperm-eaters’ or ‘bleacher whores’, and they’re at  every game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“She’s a prostitute?” I gasped, glancing down at Angie, who continued to bob her  head back and forth into my groin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Oh, no! They’re all just having fun.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Hmm hmmmmmmm,” Angie conferred, obviously having been listening, despite her  dedication to duty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Who all does she suck?” I asked, referring to Angie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Who doesn’t she suck?” Maggie replied, laughing. And I could feel Angie  chuckling too. “Everybody. Anybody who wants it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Hmm hmmm,” Angie corrected her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“So long as they cheer for the Titans.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Hmm hmm,” Angie nodded, happily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“But there are over a hundred guys here,” I said, glancing around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Yeah. But see that cute little brunette over there?” She pointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Oh my God,” I said, noticing this cute girl in a very short plaid skirt on her  knees between grandstands blowing a man who appeared to be someone’s grandpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“And the black girl over there with the REALLY tight jeans?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I glanced over to a nearby tree where I saw that this girl was on her knees,  giving a blowjob too. Oh shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“They’re all at it today.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“But how many blowjobs will Angie give?” I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Ohhhh,” she glanced down at Angie, who had paused to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Hmm hmm? Hmm hmm?” Angie speculated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Thirty to forty,” Maggie translated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“In two hours?” I gasped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Oh no!” Maggie laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Hmm hmmmm!” Angie said too, obviously amused by how naïve I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Angie starts up at least half an hour before the game and she’ll be here for at  least an hour or so after it’s over. And that’s not even counting the football  players and coaches who’ll show up after that.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“She’ll blow them too?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Of course! That’s what’s most fun!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I glanced back down at Angie, who clearly was feeling very proud of herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“And all for free?” I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Hmm hmmmmm,” Angie nodded vigorously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh shit! I couldn’t take how horny I was feeling any more. I had to plow this  young blonde’s throat. I quickly grabbed Angie’s head with both hands and  started to piston my hard cock in and out of her throat. She just calmly rested  her hands on her lap and watched my face with her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Hggghhh. Hggghhhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh…” she sounded, each time my cockhead  plunged past her tonsils to strike the back of her throat. Suddenly  self-conscious again, I glanced around to see if anyone objected to me pounding  this pretty teenager’s throat; but all I saw were smiles. Smiling biggest was a  very pretty middle-aged blonde woman (maybe 40) sitting two rows down and  several seats over. She even waved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Huh? I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“That’s Angie’s mom,” Maggie explained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh shit! Of course it was; I could see the facial resemblance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What this meant, of course, was that this very pretty blonde in tight jeans and  sneakers was having her throat fucked by an endless string of complete  strangers, while sitting on a crowded bleacher amid hundreds of football fans,  while Mom was watching and smiling at her, and numerous classmates were teasing  her playfully… all for free… and she was thoroughly enjoying every single second  of it! I couldn’t believe it! I glanced down at Angie again. Here she was,  calmly and rhythmically sliding her soft wet mouth up and down my shaft, in and  out of her throat, tilting her head side to side so that her tongue ran along a  different part of my shaft with each plunge... and then stopping and just  opening her mouth as wide as she could to signal for me to start forcefully  ramming her throat again, all the while her sweet brown eyes watched me  appreciatively. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not sure exactly how it all happened, but somehow Angie ended up on her  knees on the bench, with me standing in front of her, still plowing her throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh,” she gagged with each pelvic thrust. But,  if ever I stopped, she took over, impaling her throat on my cock over and over  and over. People around us were whistling and clapping, and not for the game!  The guy with the camera was devoting all his attention to Angie now; and her  eyes darted back and forth towards the camera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At one point, she slammed her throat onto me so forcefully that I felt the end  of my cock bend downwards and slide further down her throat. Luckily, my hands  already were on her head; so I just grabbed her and pulled her on even harder  and held her there. She couldn’t make a sound, my cock was so far down her  throat. All she could do was wiggle her cute little bum helplessly. But I did  not relent. I held her as hard as I could with one hand and reached down with  the other to fondle the sexy seat of her jeans, feeling up all of it, both  cheeks and even finding the lines of her panties, but also using my middle  finger to reach between her legs up into her crotch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maggie’s hand soon found the back of Angie’s head too, to help me hold her firm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Poor Angie was gagging like crazy. But when I briefly let go, she didn’t back  off at all. She just pushed onto me harder; so I grabbed her head again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“How long should I hold her like this?” I asked those around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Until we score again,” her mom called out, gaily, and pointed to the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Sure enough, the Titans did have the ball, albeit at their own 32 yard line.  ‘Let’s hope they score,’ I thought to myself, as I continued to fondle Angie’s  still wiggling bum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m not sure how Angie breathed for the next ten minutes or so, but she stayed  alive. The Titans marched the ball down to the opponent’s 18 yard line before  fumbling, at which point Angie’s Mom just glanced over at her daughter, her face  stilled deeply impaled on my shaft, and laughed. But then it was three and out,  they took the ball over at their own 43, and five plays later were in the end  zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I finally emerged from Angie’s throat, she informed me that I actually had  pissed, for about twenty seconds or so, down her throat during this time; but  I’d been so excited watching the game and fondling her ass I hadn’t noticed. I  apologized, but she just laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“But now I want a different kind of fluid in my mouth,” was all she said, taking  me back inside for the final push. It didn’t take long. Within about twenty  thrusts of her head, I was spewing more cum than a horse all over her tongue and  tonsils, and she was moaning with pleasure – “Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm’ – still slowly  sliding her mouth up and down my shaft. The guy with the camera was right up  close now, taking a really pretty picture of Angie looking right into the  camera, her mouth still full of cock and cum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was almost fully soft when Angie slid off me, opened her mouth up to show me  and a few other interested parties her load, and then closed her mouth, smiled  and swallowed. She took me inside to spit shine me clean, and swallowed again.  Finally, I was done, and several people applauded. Angie just smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Who’s next?” Maggie called out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sure enough, another man was waiting. Angie blew me a little kiss as I backed  away and the new guy took his place. I sat down one row in front of her and a  few seats down, still close enough to glance back and watch her. Man! It was  hard for me to watch the game itself! So I just said ‘fuck it!’ and pulled out  my camera again to focus on Angie. Angie just loved the attention. All game, she  alternated between whipping these guys’ cocks into a frenzy, posing prettily for  me, and cheering on her school’s team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Hmm hmmmmm!” she’d cheer with the crowd, whenever cocks weren’t so far down her  throat they prevented her from making a sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;By the time the first half was over, she’d blown four more; and she picked up  the pace in the second half to blow nine, five of them with her kneeling on the  grass right in front of the grand stand where no one could help but notice her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-3819362696198260476?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3819362696198260476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=3819362696198260476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/3819362696198260476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/3819362696198260476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/angies-bleacher-blowjobs.html' title='Angie&apos;s Bleacher Blowjobs'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-1816430490702061119</id><published>2007-12-13T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T18:55:23.908-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masturbation Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hardcore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Incest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunk Sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesbian Fantasies'/><title type='text'>My secretary is an immigrant slut - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PART 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;After Brian left, Dave gently helped Patianna up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;“You better go and clean up, Miss Kendi.” He said. “It will be a busy day  tomorrow.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Back in her flat that night, Patianna reflected on the events of the day. The  truth was that she had actually enjoyed the whole thing. The fact that the Dave  and Brian had insulted, humiliated and sexually abused her to satisfy their lust  had only served to excite her. Although, they had treated her roughly at times,  they had not hurt her, and even unintentionally given her some pleasure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Patianna had had a couple of boyfriends in her adult life. She was no virgin, of  course, but had found the few sexual encounters she’d had to be mundane and even  boring. But now she was beginning to reconsider her attitude to sex. She had  enjoyed the vigour with which Brian had fucked her and the obvious satisfaction  he had got out of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;God, Brian had really fucked her brains out. And it made her smile to remember  Dave’s come spurting on her face. Patiana was coming to realize that she  relished being sexually abused and humiliated by men who lusted after her. As  Patianna settled down to sleep, she reflected that Brian was coming with his  business partners tomorrow. She found herself smiling. Yes, she was looking  forward to tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;On Wednesday, Patianna was in reception when Brian and his two associates turned  up early for their meeting with Dave. Dave knew they would come early in the  hope of ogling or feeling up Patianna while they waited in reception. But Dave  had no intention letting that happen. If they wanted her, they would have to  sign the contract first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;So, as instructed, Patianna showed them directly into Dave’s office as soon as  they arrived. The three men leered at her as they followed her into the office,  but were clearly disappointed when Patianna walked out the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Well then. Will your little slut of a secretary perform for us as you  promised?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Off course, Brian.” Replied Dave. “After you have signed the contract with my  original price.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;After a short, but heated, discussion, the three men signed the contract. Dave  was delighted. Not only had he secured himself a very lucrative deal, he would  also get to see the little whore being fucked by three guys. He couldn’t wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;As Patianna waited at her reception desk, she was already tense with  anticipation. She had noticed the lustful way the three men had stared at her.  The thought of the three men satisfying their lust on her was really turning her  on. She moved her hands up her skirt and inserted her fingers into her pussy.  She just couldn’t wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;When Dave called her in she was already approaching climax. She obediently  brushed herself down and entered the office. The three men were all sitting on  office chairs waiting for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Ah, hello, Miss Kendi. I would like to introduce you to Tony Johnson and Steve  Henderson.” Said Dave indicating Brian’s associates. “You already know Mr  Scott.” Added Dave nodding to Brian who had already opened the front of his  trousers and was rubbing his erect cock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Now please present yourself to the gentlemen.” Dave requested politely. “They  are anxious to make your acquaintance.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Patinanna walked over to Steve and Tony who were sitting together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The two men wasted no time in lifting her skirt, caressing her stockings and  bare thighs. Patianna gasped as their fingers slipped inside her panties and  massage her pussy lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;“The slut is already wet!” Exclaimed Steve. “She really wants it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The two men groped and fondled her whole body, ripping open her blouse and  sucking her already erect nipples. In the meantime, Brian and Dave had undressed  and were rubbing their cocks as they watched the two men abusing the young  woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Ok. That’s enough. Let’s fuck the bitch.” Sneered Brian. He grabbed Patianna by  the waist and pulled her away from Steve and Tony. Patianna cried out at the  strength of Brian’s vice like grip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Now, now. There is no need to damage her, Brian.” Intervened Dave, gently  pulling Patianna away from him. “She is quite fragile.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Well are we going to fuck the slut or not.” Brian roared furiously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Of course, Brian.” Replied Dave turning to Patianna. “Miss Kendi, please would  you be so kind to bend over the desk for Mr Scott”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Of course, Mr Jones.” Replied Patianna in her usual obedient tone.  Submissively, she put her hands on the desk and bent forward, standing with her  legs wide apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Brian wasted no time in positioning himself behind her and thrusting his  throbbing cock into her pussy from behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;“I’m going to fuck this bitch’s brains out!” He jeered, ramming his cock into  her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Although Patianna had not shown it overtly up to now, she was already extremely  aroused. Being groped, ogled and treated like a sex-toy by these men had really  turned her on. And Brian’s aggressive behaviour towards her had only served to  excite her even more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;It wasn’t long before Patianna was crying out from an intense orgasm, gripping  the desk and grimacing in joy. Something she could never have imagined only two  days before when Dave had forced her to give him that first blow job. Brian  continued to fuck her a little longer until finally he came into her with an  ecstatic groan. Tony was next in line to fuck her, eagerly inserting his cock in  Patianna’s gaping dribbling pussy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Dave rubbed his cock and shouted encouragement as the three men took turns to  fuck his secretary. They forced her into a number of positions, fucking her from  the front and back, against the desk and over a chair. Patianna did not  complain. She obediently and submissively accepted any position they put her in.  He almost felt proud of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;He loved how she whimpered at each thrust. He loved how her angelic face  contorted into a submissive grimace when the fucking got especially hard. He  loved how she spread her stocking clad legs wide apart so the men could give her  a good deep fucking. He noticed signs that she was enjoying it. Every so often  she would cry out in what appeared to be extreme pleasure. And every so often  her face would contort in an angelic smile of ecstasy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;They didn’t give Patianna a rest for over two hours. When she didn’t have  someone’s cock in her pussy, she found Dave’s cock ready to fuck her mouth. By  the time Dave came over her face, there was another hard cock just waiting to  fuck her pussy again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;At home that night, Patianna reflected on what a fantastic day it had been. She  had never before imagined how good it could be to have four men abuse her young  firm body. She had enjoyed yesterday, but today she had experienced several  orgasms on these throbbing cocks. She had especially enjoyed it when Tony had  fucked her. He had a strong, muscular body, and Patianna had enjoyed watching  him as he fucked her. Yes she wouldn’t mind seeing Tony again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;But for now tonight she had to rest. She felt very weary tonight after the days  events, so she was relieved that Dave had given her the morning off and  generously compensated her for the damage to her clothes which were ripped,  stained or had been stolen by Brian and his associates. He had told her to come  in late in the afternoon for some important business. It intrigued and excited  her to discover what that “business” would be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;On Thursday, Patianna turned up at the office in the afternoon as instructed  wearing a new set of business clothes she had bought that morning. She was  surprised to see that the office and reception had been totally redecorated and  refurnished. Waiting in reception were five young men who she had never seen  before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Good day, Miss Kendi.” Said Dave in his usual formal tone. “As you can see, I  had the office redecorated this morning.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Yes, Mr Jones.” It looks very nice. “Said Patianna, wondering what this was  leading to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Indeed. Anyway, I agreed a discount with these gentlemen here to do the work.”  Continued Dave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Kendi looked around and saw that the men had already unzipped their trousers and  were rubbing their cocks as they leered at her. She immediately realised that  the discount depended on her being fucked by these five men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Please would you be so kind to attend to their needs, Miss Kendi.” Said Dave as  if he wished her to serve them some tea and biscuits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Yes, of course, Mr Jones.” Patianna obediently responded. “I will attend to it  straight away.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Patianna walked over to the new couch in the reception area. She pulled her  skirt up to her waist and lay down on her back. She spread her legs wide and  high and began fingering her pussy through her tight lacy panties, moaning  lustfully. With such an incredibly erotic and beautiful girl in such a  provocative pose, it wasn’t long before all six cocks in the room were rock  hard. Patianna didn’t have to wait too long before the first of these hard cocks  was rammed eagerly into her waiting cunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;One after another they fucked her on the couch. As usual, Patianna accepted it  dutifully, sometimes whimpering submissively, sometimes crying out with joy. And  while she was fucked by one of the young men, she often found herself sucking  the various cocks that were waved in front of her face. At regular intervals,  one of the men would grunt with joy and spurt his sticky come over her face or  body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Dave grunted as he came for the fourth time that afternoon. The milky substance  spattered over Patianna’s pretty dark skinned face, which was already dripping  with the other men’s come. Almost immediately, Patianna grabbed the next cock  and started sucking on it. Despite the fantastic orgasm that the little slut  always gave him, Dave was beginning to feel neglected. Before, she had given him  her full attention when she sucked his cock. She had made him feel special. But  now she didn’t distinguish him from any of the others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Dave pulled away and saw Patianna’s face contort into a mask of joy as she cried  out again in ecstasy. She looked behind her and smiled blissfully at the young  man called Mark who was fucking her steadily from behind. As Patianna eagerly  thrust herself back on Mark’s cock, Dave began to realise that perhaps this girl  meant more to him than he realised. He was even feeling something else that  bothered and pained him. A pang of jealousy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;That night, Patianna relaxed soaking in her bath, satisfied from the rigorous  fucking from that afternoon’s gang-bang. Her thoughts turned to the men who had  fucked her. Her favourites were Mark from today and Tony from yesterday.  Although, she had enjoyed being fucked by the others, it was Mark and Tony she  yearned to see again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Friday morning turned out to be a big surprise and disappointment for Patianna.  Dave treated her in the professional way he had treated her in the first two  weeks of her employment. He did not demand a blow-job nor indicate that there  was any special “business” to which she would have to contribute. In the middle  of the morning, Dave told her he would be out of the office for the rest of the  day, leaving her alone to do some filing in the office and look after the  phones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;By midday, Patianna became unsettled. She was bored and frustrated, yearning for  a stiff cock to fuck her cunt like the slut she was. She raised her feet on the  desk and began to caress herself, moving her hands up from her stockings, to her  bare thighs and finally inside her panties. Fantasizing about Mark and Tony, she  massaged her pussy, moaning with pleasure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;But she soon realised that this was not going to satisfy her. And it occurred to  her that she did not have to fantasize. So still rubbing her pussy, she picked  up the phone and dialled a number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Hi, Mark, it’s Patianna.” She said huskily down the phone. “Are you free just  now?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;When Dave entered the office with a bunch of flowers for Patianna later that  afternoon, he had expected to find her waiting for him at the reception. He had  hoped to surprise and delight her with the unexpected romantic gift. But  instead, he found the reception empty and could distinctly hear Patianna’s moans  of joy coming from the open door of his office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;He peaked round the door to find Patianna straddling Mark on an office chair  while sucking Tony’s cock. Patianna was clearly enjoying herself, bouncing up  and down on Mark’s cock, squealing and moaning with pleasure. With one hand she  was vigorously rubbing her clit, while with the other she was holding Tony’s  cock, occasionally thrusting it in her mouth and sucking on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Patianna smile up to Dave with an ecstatic grin on her face him when she saw him  at the door, before moaning out loud and then sucking on Tony’s cock again. The  two men hardly seemed to notice him or care he was there. And what was worse for  Dave, was that Patianna did not seem to really notice or care either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Patianna was having a great time since she had asked Tony and Mark to come  round. She was almost in a constant state of ecstasy as these two cocks fucked  her brains out. It didn’t worry her one bit when she saw Dave standing at the  door. He had blackmailed her into being the slut she now was and she couldn’t  believe for one second it would bother him. In fact, she expected him to join  in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;It was only after Mark stood up so that he and Tony could spurt their come over  Patianna’s face that she suspected there was something wrong. Instead of getting  his cock out and thrusting it in her mouth, Dave entered the room and asked Mark  and Tony to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;When they were alone, Dave glared at Patianna as she sat naked on a chair in  front of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;“I think it would be best if we parted company, Miss Kendi.” Said Dave formally.  “You are free to go and you can be assured of my discretion concerning the  immigration authorities.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Patianna paused to think. She looked up at Dave. She thought about the way he  had treated her and the things he had made her do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;“No, Mr Jones!” She replied. “I don’t want to go.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;“I do not think we are in a position to work together anymore.” Continued Dave  in a professional tone. “I am afraid I have no choice but to let you go.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Patianna was determined to stay. She loved this job, and she liked Mr Jones. He  may have abused and humiliated her, but he had also given her the best week of  her life. And he obviously cared for her in his own peculiar way. She longed for  that to continue. She had to convince him to let her stay. And to do that she  had to give him what he wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;And so Patianna started to cry. “Oh, please let me stay, Mr Jones.” She sobbed  as Dave looked at her impassively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-1816430490702061119?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1816430490702061119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=1816430490702061119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/1816430490702061119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/1816430490702061119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-secretary-is-immigrant-slut-part-2.html' title='My secretary is an immigrant slut - Part 2'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-7665598479279706499</id><published>2007-12-13T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T18:56:49.835-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masturbation Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hardcore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Incest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunk Sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesbian Fantasies'/><title type='text'>My secretary is an immigrant slut - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PART 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Patianna Kendi was very satisfied. Very satisfied indeed with her new job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Two weeks before, she had gone for a job interview for a secretarial position in  a small office. To say the company was small was an understatement. Apart from  Patiana’s boss, a good looking man in his mid-twenties who called himself Mr  Jones, nobody else seemed to work for the company. In fact, the whole office  only consisted of a reception area and Mr Jone’s office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;The money was not great, but the work was undemanding. All she had to do was  answer the phone, do a bit of filing and deal with the mail. In fact sometimes  Patianna wondered if he really needed a receptionist at all with the amount of  work she had to do. But she wasn’t complaining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Up until the second week, everything had gone fine. Mr Jones treated her in a  formal and cordial fashion, always calling her Miss Kendi. Despite the fact she  was a very attractive dark skinned woman in her early twenties, he did not flirt  with her, nor even give any signal that he was interested in her. This surprised  Patianna as she often received advances from men she came across, especially  from young men in their twenties who were always drawn by Patiana’s exotic  angelic face and shapely body. It also disappointed her slightly, as she did  find Mr Jones very attractive and she assumed that he must be a successful  business man. Just the sort of man she would like to be with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;But since he did not show any real interest, except for the occasional admiring  glance, she assumed that he was either hitched, gay, or not interest in dark  skinned women. Whatever the reason, to Patianna it did not really matter.  Because the most important thing for Patianna was that he hadn’t asked any  awkward questions about her work visa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;That was up until the Monday of the third week. Then everything suddenly  changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;On that Monday morning, Mr Jones asked her to come into his room to do some  filing. He requested her to move all the files from the top drawers in the  cabinets into the bottom ones. Apparently, this was to “make room for his new  files”. Patianna found this to be a strange request, but complied and started to  empty the top files.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;As Patianna worked on the cabinets, Dave Jones stood behind her leering up and  down at her gorgeous body. Patianna was wearing a skimpy halter-top and tight  fitting leggings through which he could see the panty line of her thong. Visible  panty lines were a favourite fetish of Dave and it wasn’t long before he could  feel a bulge expanding rapidly in his trousers. He had secretly lusted after  Patianna’s body for the last two weeks, masturbating every night at the thought  of the horny little bitch, and sometimes during the day as well. But he wouldn’t  have to masturbate today. Oh no, today things would be very different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;As Patianna crouched down to start putting the files in the bottom cabinet, the  skimpy back of her lacy white thong became visible above the waist of her  leggings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;“Oh, what a fantastic little slut.” Thought Dave to himself rubbing his hardened  cock through the front of his trousers. Now was the time to take advantage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;“Miss kendi, I need to speak to you about a grave and important matter.” Said  Dave sternly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Patianna stood up to face Dave, a broad smile on her angelic face. A smile that  Dave would soon be gleefully wiping off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;“What is it, Mr Jones?” Asked Patianna concerned. She could see his eyes leering  at her body up and down, stopping to gaze at her breasts and her crotch. She  began to feel worried. He had never looked at her in such a vulgar way before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Dave smiled to himself and licked his lips. He could clearly see not only  Patianna’s nipples protruding through her skimpy halter-top, but also her pussy  lips protruding through the material around the crotch of her leggings. The  horny little whore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;“It’s your visa, Miss Kendi. There’s a problem with your work visa.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Patianna swallowed hard. She knew this meant trouble. “What sort of problem?”  She asked timidly. “I’m sure it’s valid, Mr Jones.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;“No, Miss Kendi.” Replied Dave, sternly. “It’s not valid. It’s a fake.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;“But..but…, it can’t be.” Stuttered Patiana. “Mr Jones, I promise you that  it’s…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;“No. Miss Kendi. It is definitely a fake.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Patianna began to weep. This pleased Dave immensely even if he wasn’t convinced  the tears were genuine. “What will you do?” She sobbed, wiping her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Dave sat back on the edge of his desk. “Naturally, I should report you to the  authorities.” He said, his satisfaction growing as Patianna covered her face  with her hands, sobbing profusely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;“But there is another alternative.” Said Dave, sternly. He walked up to Patianna  and grabbed her, pushing her back against the cabinets. He cupped her breast  with his hands and squeezed them. Then he moved his hands up and down her body,  caressing her thighs and hips before moving back up to fondle her breasts again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Patianna was too shocked to do anything. She winced as he thrust his fingers  down the front of her leggings and thong, fingering her dry tight pussy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Then Dave roughly turned her round and pressed the front of her body against the  cabinet. She heard him unzip his trousers and felt his hard bare cock rub  against the crack of her buttocks through the smooth material of her leggings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Dave groaned with joy. How he had fantasized about rubbing his cock against her  ass the last two weeks. Then he pulled down her leggings to her knees and pulled  the material of Patianna’s thong up the crack of her ass causing her to gasp.  God he loved it and now he really was rock hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Patianna felt herself pushed onto her knees to find herself staring at Dave’s  erect cock swinging in front of her face. Patianna whimpered as Dave grabbed her  hair and thrust his cock into her mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;“You know what to do, you immigrant whore!” She heard him say. Patianna felt she  had no choice. She was desperate not to be thrown out of the country. So she  took hold of Dave’s cock and sucked it as diligently and obediently as she  could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Dave groaned with joy as he looked down at that angelic dark skinned beauty  submissively sucking his cock. And God was she good, sucking all along his shaft  and licking the tip of his cock. She really was a filthy whore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Dave groaned with joy as Patianna expertly worked his cock with her tongue and  fingers, afraid to disappoint him. Soon she could tell he was already  approaching climax and began to rub his clock hard vigorously. “Oh, you dirty  little slut.” Patianna heard Dave sneer and before flinching as his sticky  spurted over her face. Dave’s come dribbled down her cheeks and lips as she  looked up meekly at his evil grinning face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;“Now lick it dry.” Ordered Dave. Patianna obeyed sucking Dave’s cock clean to  his obvious delight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;“That’s a good girl.” Sneered Dave. “You really are dirty little immigrant slut,  aren’t you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;During the remainder of the day, Patianna was called on to suck Dave’s cock  another three times. Twice he called her into his office and once he even  demanded a blow job while she was sitting at her reception desk. Each time he  called her a slut and whore as she sucked him off, and each time she felt his  come spurt over her face to a torrent of verbal abuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;After licking Dave’s cock dry for the fourth time that day, Dave pulled up his  trousers and addressed her in his usual cordial tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;“There is a very important client coming tomorrow.” He told her. “I want to him  impress him. So ensure you wear something sophisticated, but sexy. You know the  thing. A short business skirt, stockings and nice shoes.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; “But, Mr Jones, I don’t have money for such things.” She whimpered. He looked at  her sternly and disappeared into his office. In a moment of panic, she though he  had gone to call the authorities about her illegal status in the country. But  she was strangely relieved to see him immediately return with an envelope in his  hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;“This should be enough.” He said handing her the thick envelope. Go shopping  tomorrow morning for the things you need and keep the rest. But be here no later  than 2 o’clock. Understood?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Patianna nodded silently took the envelope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;“Oh, and don’t let me down, Miss Kendi.” He warned her as she left. “Or the  consequences will be very serious for you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;When Patianna got to her dingy rented one bedroom flat, she found in shock that  there was £2,000 in the envelope. Much more than she would need to get a  selection of clothes. Of course, she was grateful for the money. But she was  nervous about what would become of her and completely bewildered about Mr Jone’s  schizophrenic behaviour. On one hand he had sexually and verbally abused her.  But on the other hand, when he wasn’t fucking her mouth, he was a complete  gentleman. That night she could not get to sleep, worried about what awaited her  over the next few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;On Tuesday at 1.30pm, Patianna turned up at work wearing her new clothes. A  thigh length business skirt, fishnet stockings, high-heeled shoes and a lacy bra  underneath a tight fitting blouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Dave came out his office and inspected her. He looked her up and down and nodded  to her in approval. The little slut had exceeded his expectations. He could  already feel his cock going hard, but resisted the temptation to get it out.  There would be time for that later. But first he had business that needed  attending to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;At 2pm, a man in his forties dressed in a suit turned up at the reception asking  for Dave. As instructed, Patianna showed him directly into Dave’s office. As he  followed her in, she could sense him leering at her. She left the two men alone  and went back to the reception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Ten minutes later, Dave called her on the internal phone and asked her to bring  in some tea for them both. The two men were sitting casually beside Dave’s desk  when Patianna entered the room with the teas. Dave was trying to negotiate a  deal with his visitor, a business man named Brian Scott. But as expected, Brian  refused to accept the price that Dave wanted. So Dave decided to bring out his  secret weapon. Dave knew that Brian was a complete pervert who was sexually  obsessed with exotic dark skinned women. And the beautiful Patianna was that  weapon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;“What do you think of my new receptionist, Brian” Asked Dave as Patianna bent  over the desk to arrange the tea pot and tea cups. “Nice, eh?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;“She’s fantastic, Dave.” Said Brian leering at Patianna and speaking about her  as if she wasn’t there. “I wouldn’t get tired of fucking that bitch.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Dave smiled to himself. He knew Brian so well. He would do anything to get his  cock in a girl like Patianna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;“Please come here, Miss Kendi.” Asked Dave politely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Kendi walked over to stand in front of Dave. Dave pushed his hands up Patianna’s  skirt, caressing her stockings and bare thighs. He pushed her skirt right up to  her waist revealing her skimpy panties and caressed the length of her hips and  thighs. Patianna sighed as Dave caressed her pussy lips through the material of  her panties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;“The little slut lets you do that to her?” Growled Brian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;“Of course. Miss Kendi is very obedient. And she owes me a few favours.” Replied  Dave unzipping trousers and releasing his erect cock. “Now Miss Kendi suck my  cock, please.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Patianna dutifully knelt down and started to lick the tip of Dave’s cock. She  was relieved Dave had been discreet about her illegal status in the country.  Mentioning it would have caused her even more problems than she already had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;“What else can the little slut do?” Looking on in fascination as Patianna thrust  Dave’s cock repeatedly in her mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;“Oh, many things.” Replied Dave, smiling. “Miss Kendi, please go over and see to  Mr Scott.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Patianna stood up and walked over to Brian. Brian stood up desperately  unbuttoning his trousers and releasing his rock hard penis. He was ready to fuck  the slut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Patianna gasped as Brian pushed her hard back against the desk and ripped her  blouse open. It was obvious Brian was not a great practitioner of foreplay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;“Now, now, be gentle.” Patianna was surprised to hear Dave say, as Brian roughly  fondled her breasts and then pulled down her panties. But that train of thought  was rudely interrupted as Brian position himself between her legs and thrust his  rock hard cock into her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Patianna moaned as Brian violently fucked her. Dave looked on in delight,  especially enjoying the grimace on Patianna’s face as she received each thrust.  He didn’t know if she was moaning and grimacing in pain or pleasure. Either way  he found it completely horny and rubbed his cock as he enjoyed the spectacle of  the horny little slut getting a good fucking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Patianna cried out uncontrollably again and again as she felt Brian’s cock ram  relentlessly into her pussy. Three times Brian fucked her long and hard on the  desk, each time coming into her with a triumphant shout. Then in between each of  Brian’s fucking sessions, she had to suck Dave’s cocks until he spurted his come  over her face to the usual torrent of verbal abuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Eventually, Brian decided to stop. At least for that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;“I will definitely think about your offer, Dave.” Said Brian as he put his  clothes on. “But I will have to consult with my partners. We will come round  tomorrow to review the contract.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Brian leered at Patianna who was sprawled in a chair, sticky with sweat and  come. “And if all goes well, we may even sign tomorrow.” He said suggestively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-7665598479279706499?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7665598479279706499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=7665598479279706499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/7665598479279706499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/7665598479279706499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-secretary-is-immigrant-slut-part-1.html' title='My secretary is an immigrant slut - Part 1'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-6362919710972577005</id><published>2007-12-12T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T18:04:24.979-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masturbation Stories'/><title type='text'>Karen The Slut - Pool or Party?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I threw Curtis and Warren out the door, cussing at them as I did. I belittled  them for the fact that they couldn’t even get me hot or horny. I slammed the  door. I went behind the bar, grabbed me a mug and got some Bud Light. I like Bud  Light as it relaxes me and gets me all horny. As I drank the beer, I started to  look around, realizing that I was alone, still hadn’t been fucked and that my  body needed one now. I walked around the bar one last time. Making sure  everything was in its place. I started shutting the lights off, the last one  that needed to go off was in the pool room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As I walked in and went to shut off the lights, I realized that these pool  sticks would make great fuck partners, since now one else was around. I took a  pool stick off of the rack, unscrewed the handle from the top and suddenly found  myself with a nice sized dildo. I climbed up on a pool table, sat the handle  next to me and proceeded to remove my clothes again. I took my top off and  rubbed my nipples through my bra. It only took seconds for them to get hard and  stretch the bra cup. I removed my shoes and for the first time all day, I  realized that my feet hurt. I rubbed them a bit and then went back to stripping.  I got my jeans off and rubbed my ass and pussy. My pussy began to react to my  touch. I could feel it start to warm and wet. I rubbed my clit through the  thongs for a few minutes. Once the crotch got wet, I took and bra and panties  off. I tossed my clothes on the floor and prepared myself for some fun. I  started by kneading my tits and pulling at my nipples. I licked the palms of my  hands and began to rub them over my nipples. My nipples hardened even more, and  my pussy juices really started flowing. Once my nipples were as hard as I  figured they could be, I lifted each breast one at a time to my lips. I ran my  tongue all over my nipples, flicking them. I sucked my nipples into my mouth,  rolling them around in my moist salvia, biting down on them gently at first,  then harder. I let my tits go and ran my hands down my sides and around to my  pussy. I teased my clit with my fingers, before inserting one. I could feel the  heat building in me. I stuck in a second, a third, and finally a forth. I worked  them in and out slowly. When the slushing sound got loud, I began to pump my  pussy. Twisting my hand to the side as I did. I used my free hand to tug and  pull on my clit. I was really getting hot and horny and was soon grinding my  cunt into my fingers. My pussy got real slick and I was soon fisting myself.  Waves of pleasure were running over me. I had to have more. I pulled my fist out  of my pussy and grabbed the handle. I rubbed the handle up and down my slit,  inserting it slowly and then pulling it back out. Every now and then, I would  rub it hard against my clit, sending vibrations of pleasure through me. I found  myself spanking my clit with it, my free hand groping my breasts. Being alone, I  could moan as loud as I wanted. I did just that, when I shoved the handle into  my pussy - driving it all the way in. I twisted a nipple, as I thrusted my hips  to meet my hands. I was in business fucking my pussy. I continued to use one  hand to toy with my tits, the other continued working the handle in and out of  my cunt. I reached a good rhythm. The handle working in and out of me, my hand  squeezing my tit and nipple. I could hear the handle sliding in and out, feel  the heat of my pussy on my hands. I swore that the handle was going to burst  into flames. I started to twirl the handle as I worked it in and out, tugging on  my nipples as the fucking continued. All this made me moan louder and I could  feel my body starting to shake. A wave of horniness hit me, as I grinded my  pussy into my hand, forcing me to pick up the pace. I began pinching, tugging  and twisting my nipples as I pumped myself harder and faster with the handle.  Then, my body shook uncontrollablely and I yelled out in pleasure as my orgasm  rode over me. I felt my juices sliding down the handle, onto my hand. I bucked  and gyrated around on the handle, as my orgasm slowed and finally finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I rested for a moment. I was still very horny and had this urge to be treated  like a slut. What better way to be a slut then to have two holes filled (I just  love double-penetration). I looked around and noticed that the legs of the  barstools were just about as round as a big cock. ’And stiff too’, I thought to  myself, thinking back to Curtis and Warren‘s disappointing pieces of manhood.  The stools were about 3 feet high, but hell, I was all for taking a ride. I took  the pool stick handle with me and I flipped one of the stools onto its cushion.  I shoved it around on the floor a bit, I had to be sure it wouldn’t slide. Once  satisfied with the stools stability, I began to rub my clit and slit up and down  the stool. I grinded my clit against it as I worked up and down, building  friction and getting a real sexual high out of it. I then turned around and  worked the stool leg up and down between my butt cheeks. For kicks, I got down  on my knees worked my tits around it and then began to lick the length of the  stool leg. I was really hot, I straddle the stool leg and slowly, lowered myself  down onto it. A slight moan escaped me as I shuddered, feeling the large object  between my legs penetrate my pussy. I worked up and down the leg slowly, making  sure not to take it in too deep for fearing of splitting my pussy in half. Now,  I have fucked a lot of things over the years (and plan to fuck a lot more in the  coming years), but never something this high off the ground. Especially  considering the fact that I was going to have to support my weight (which is  about 170 pounds on a 5’5” frame - I’m chubby and told I’m very sexy because of  it) with my legs while riding a stool leg and fucking my ass with a pool stick  handle. I really didn’t think much about whether I could do this or not. Horny  gals fuck, not think about fucking. Once the leg started sliding in and out  easily, I took more and more of the stool leg into me. Listening to the sound of  the leg going in and out of my pussy, and the sweet smell of my juices, reminded  me the reason I was fucking the stool leg. I brought the stick handle to my  mouth. I ran my tongue all over it and began to deep-throat it. I stroked it,  while sucking it. I was getting into my blow-job mood and I sucking a piece of  wood. ‘Damn, I’m one horny slut’ I said to my self. I took the stick out of my  mouth, and began rolling my nipples around with it. I After a few minutes on my  nipples, I spanked my titties a few times with it. I then proceeded to rub my  clit with it as I worked up and down the stool leg. It felt good, so I went one  step further, and began to spank my clit with it. The sensation was more then I  could take. I shuddered and groaned as I orgasmed. Still working up and down the  stool leg, I brought the handle back to my mouth and started sucking on it  again. Once I had the handle real slick and wet, I inserted it into my ass. I  moaned in pleasure and enjoyment. I soon felt like a slut again. With that, ’God  - I’m getting two holes filled at once’ lust coming over me, I began to enjoy  the feeling of the stool working in and out of my pussy and that handle pounding  away at my ass. The more I thought about all the fun I was having, the faster  and more furious my ride of the stool’s leg was. I found my myself begging and  urging it not to stop, to fuck me harder. Here I was talking to a bar stool  while having sex with it. Thinking back to Curtis and Warren, the bar stool was  the stud I needed. I continued working up and down that leg, like I was the last  slut on earth and this was the last fuck for all mankind. Even though my pussy  was having a lot of fun, my ass also was being pleased. I was pounding away at  my backdoor with the handle. I twirled it and worked it around in circles as I  rammed it in and yanked it out of my hot ass. I was driving the handle deeper  and deeper into me with each stroke. As my asses passion for its fucking partner  grew hotter, so did the speed at which I worked away at my ass. I began to pant  and sweat heavily as I worked faster up and down the stool. Swishing as I worked  down, slurping as I came up. My juices slid down the leg, making my fucking go  even faster. I worked the handle deeper and deeper into my ass. Twirling and  twisting it as I did. I groaned and shuddered. I could feel my orgasm building,  my cunt and ass begged for more. For more attention, for more pumping, more  poking, more fucking. I worked on jack hammering down the leg, taking it deeper  into my pussy, as I rammed the handle up my ass at the same time. After a few  hard strokes, my body gave a hard shudder, my hips gyrated and I screamed and  shock as my orgasm overwhelmed me. I felt my legs go weak as my vaginal muscles  squeezed the bar stool leg for cum that it did not have. I fell forward, taking  the stool with me. I landed tits first, a bit dazed, but nothing more. I let go  of the handle in my ass and gently kneaded my tits. ‘Yep, their okay’, I said to  myself. I got up the strength to pull the handle out of my ass. As the handle  slid out, I found myself grinding my pussy into the bar stool leg. I moaned and  came a third time. I waited a few moments, then slowly slid off the leg. Before  making it all the way off, my body gave another shudder, as another orgasm hit  me. As I rode the orgasm out, I was able to finish getting off the bar stool  leg. The leg was covered with my cum and my juices. I licked up and down the  leg, collecting up as much of my pussy honey that I could get. Then, I just laid  back on the floor for about 5 minutes as I regained my senses. ‘Whoo what I  fuck’ I said to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I got up off the floor and cleaned up the chair, table, and pool stick handle. I  returned the stool and handle from where I got them. I grabbed my clothes, and  quickly got dressed. I grabbed me a beer for the road, locked up the bar, and  left for my car. As I headed home, I felt very satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-6362919710972577005?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6362919710972577005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=6362919710972577005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/6362919710972577005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/6362919710972577005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/karen-slut-pool-or-party.html' title='Karen The Slut - Pool or Party?'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-3611405096977214502</id><published>2007-12-12T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T18:02:59.627-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masturbation Stories'/><title type='text'>Caught in the act</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                We all do it, masturbate that is, every day for some, once a month for others, but a  recent poll said that 90% of all the women in the U.S. masturbate and the other 10% are  liars!  Now, being a very liberated lady of the 90's,  I admit to having an on going love  affair with the middle finger on my right hand, but unlike the very unpredictable male,  my trusty middle digit is always ready, it's never tired, it never wants to talk when it's  over, and best of all, it doesn't think of me as a slut, or at least I think it doesn't!  I'm thirty  two years old now but I still manage to get off with my own hand at least once or twice a  week, that's fourteen years of pleasuring myself when I felt the need arising!  What was  strange about this very natural phenomena was how I learned to do it, or should I say who  taught me how to do it.  Back in 1980 I was just an innocent girl of eighteen and my  sexuality was just beginning to emerge,  like most girls my age, no one had ever taken the  time to explain anything about the feelings that were racing through my body.  The only  person I could talk to was my best friend Nancy, and we told each other everything!  You  could just about be sure that if Nancy was around, Valerie couldn't be far away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Hey Val," Nancy whispered, "I found some of my dad's magazines in the basement last  night, you gotta come over after school and see them, they show everything!!!"  "Really,"  asked Val,  "everything!?!"  "Everything," Nancy shot back, "meet you at my place at  about four o'clock, nobody's gonna be home then!"  For the rest of the day Val thought  about the magazines in Nancy's basement, finally she would get to see what all the fuss  was about!  So far she had heard some pretty wild stories, some of them totally  unbelievable, well at least she hoped so, but anyway, today would be the day she found  out for herself, she could hardly wait!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Leading Val down the narrow stairway into the dark forbidding basement,  Nancy found  the light switch, and the large room suddenly was flooded with bright light from the over  head neon fixtures hanging from the ceiling.  "Over here," instructed Nancy, "I found  them behind this box of old National Geographics."  Nancy reached over the box and  retrieved three magazines, all of which had pictures of scantily clad women on the  covers.  Both girls sat down on an old couch up against the far wall and settled down for  some serious "reading"!!!  Opening the top one, Nancy said, "Get a load of this Val,  they're really doin' it!"  Val looked on with wide open eyes, the bright color pictures  showing men and women in various stages of love making.  She couldn't believe that  something as large as a penis would ever fit in her tight little vagina, but from the looks  of the photos, the women seemed to be more than enjoying themselves!  Flipping the  page, Nancy commented, "Get a load of this one Val, this one is sucking on his thing!!!"   Val stared at the picture, what she had heard was more than true, women actually put  hard penis's in their mouths!!!  Unreal!!!  The next page was even more bizarre, several  women were sitting on the floor with their legs wide apart and sticking what could have  almost passed as candles into their vaginas!  Even though what she was seeing was  shocking, especially to someone so young, Valerie couldn't help but feel the wetness  forming in her own pussy, and the funny gnawing feeling she was getting in the pit of her  stomach, and even though it looked repulsive, Valerie would have given anything to have  been one of the women in the photographs!  All the way home she thought about what it  would feel like to have a man enter her vagina, her clit was sending out a signal that was  impossible to ignore, she needed to be filled, she just had too!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The next day after school, Val wandered about the house, thinking about the pictures she  had seen the day before at Nancy's place.  That feeling in her loins hadn't disappeared, it  had grown more insistent by the hour and she could feel that her vagina was damp, and  that her lips were puffy and distended.  She had the house to herself for at least the next  hour so she decided to do something about it, she would try masturbating like the woman  in the magazine, by sticking something inside her vagina!  Val slipped off her panties, lay  down on her bed, and spread her legs wide apart.  Just feeling her vagina being stretched  made her let out a soft moan, her whole being seemed to be wrapped up in her crotch!   She hadn't given much thought on what to use, but the handle of her brush was nice and  smooth, and it wasn't very thick, so it wouldn't cause any pain going in.  Val used her  finger to make sure that she was good and lubricated, and then she slowly inched the  brush handle into her steaming little box.  My god, it felt so good to have something  inside of her, even if it was just that skinny little handle!  Val was just starting to get into  it when a voice cracked the air like a rifle shot, "Just what do you think you're doing,  Valerie," her mother demanded, "I leave you home for a few hours and this is how you  spend your time?!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Valerie quickly dislodged the handle from her pussy, leapt to her feet, smoothed her skirt  and stuttered,  "Well, I was just, I was just trying to....."   "I know what you were trying to  do," shot back her mom, "the question is, where did you get such an idea!?!"  Valerie had  never lied to her mother, and even though she wanted to, she broke down and told her  about the magazines and all of the pictures depicting all sorts of sexual acts.  Her mother,  now calming down a bit, remembered how she as a young girl had also experimented  with masturbation, and that it was almost impossible to resist its temptation!  Her mother  walked over to Val, put her arms around her and gave her a bit hug and said, "I'm sorry I  got so excited, what you were doing was perfectly natural,  but using something as sharp  as a hair brush handle can be dangerous, and I don't want you to injure yourself!"  She  then kissed her daughter on the cheek and continued, "For that reason, and so that you  know what you're doing, for this one time I'm going to show you the proper way to  masturbate!"  For several seconds Valerie just stood there, stunned at what she thought  she had heard her mother just say!  Nope, she had heard right, her mother began  removing her clothing, and instructed her to do the same!  Valerie's head was indeed  spinning!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-3611405096977214502?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3611405096977214502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=3611405096977214502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/3611405096977214502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/3611405096977214502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/caught-in-act.html' title='Caught in the act'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-2506574608039870489</id><published>2007-12-12T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T04:07:49.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunk Sex'/><title type='text'>Drunk Girlfriends Cheats!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    It was the 29th of October 2005. Me and my girlfriend had been invited to a  halloween party two days later so we were discussing what we were going to wear. She said she had it all  planned out. She was going to dress upas a naughty school girl. You know, plaid skirt, shirt tied in a knot with all  the top buttons open...all the good stuff. Now what made Jessica look even hotter in that dress was the fact  she had nice round tits with the perfect ass for an 18 yr old. For the jokes of it, I dressed up as Osama Bin Laden and  what made that even funnier was that I wasn't the only Osama at the party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    Anyway, so 31st rolls along and I pick her up from her house at around 7 p.m. I  got an instant hard-on just looking at her walking out her door and towards the car. We get to the party, go  inside and I instantly noticed all men OGGLING her, checking her out top to bottom. Now i'm the type of guy who  laughs and says Thank You when someone tells me my girlfriend's hot because my philosohpy is LOOK, BUT DONT  TOUCH. There's nothing wrong with saying she's hot because I know she is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    The party went along nicely. Me and Jess danced together, drank together, made  out on the dance floor, it was all good times. Jess is a cheap drunk so after about 3 - 4 drinks, she was  feeling buzzed. By the time midnite rolled by, she was pretty fuckin hammered so we had to sit down. My friend came  along at that time and asked me if I wanted to see his new DJ'ing equipment. So I went away with him to his  basement to check out the new music machines. I came back up about 20 mins later and saw Jess talking to this girl  sitting beside her on the couch. I went and stood behind her and kept talking to my friend. All of a sudden, I  hear a guy's voice talking to Jess and trying to pick her up. Since I was pretty drunk at this stage, it didn't  register right away and all i remember him saying is, "Come let me show you the rooms upstairs". I watched  them go upstairs, Jess holding his hand and swinging her ass side to side with a beer bottle in her other hand. Now that  did register in my head and I went after them. When I got upstairs, I saw them walking into a room and closing  the door behind them. Now it was very easy for me to just bust them right there and then but I wanted to see to  what extent Jess would go with this guy and if she would actually cheat on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    I looked through the keyhole and saw Jess staring out the room's window and that  guy sipping what looked like the beer that jess was holding earlier. He then took off his shirt and went up  behind her and hugged her from the back. Jess turned around and looked at him, first with a shock but then it quickly  turned into a smile. The guy took his lips closer to hers and they were lip locked instantly. I watched as his hands  opened up her shirt knot and went inside her shirt, exploring her perfect tits from over her bra. His other hand,  released her hair and went down to lift up her skirt. I watched as his hand slid inside her panties and played with  her clit. I could tell his fingers were inside her by her facial expressions and the motion of his hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    Soon he was shredding off all her clothes and she was naked in all her glory  letting this guy do whatever his heart desired with her. His hands went down to his belt buckle and he dropped  them to the floor. Then he stopped kissing Jess and pushed her down to her knees by holding down her shoulders.  Jess went down and immidiately grabbed his prick and started jerking him off. His hands went behind her head  and grabbed her hair and pushed her mouth onto his cock. His cock slipped into her mouth and from the way he threw  his head back, I could tell she was doing a pro job at sucking his cock. She was after all very good at it. I had  given her some tips one time when she was sucking me off and she seemed to have learned them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    All I heard was him grunting hard and screaming .."I'M GONNA CUMMMM" and he blew  off his load in her mouth and she didn't seem to budge away from her cock but some still dripped off the side  of her lips. She stood up to kiss him but never released his cock and still kept jerking him. Within minutes, he  was hard again he threw her against the window sil with her ass hanging in the air. He came behind her inserted his  cock in her pussy from behind. All I could hear was her moaning loud and him grunting with every stroke as he  fucked her hard and fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    At this time, my alcohol level had gone down a little and I came to my senses, I  crashed open the door and walked in straight to the window, grabbed him by his neck and punched his fuckin nose.  Having been in enough fights in my lifetime I'm well aware of where and what to hit in order to knock someone out  with one blow. He was out cold on the floor so i looked over at Jess who was in a shock and was mumbling trying to  explain the situation. I slapped her sperm covered face, and walked out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    To this day, she calls me to apologize for her behaviour. I've forgiven her but  haven't forgotten that fuckin night. We have never gotten back together and she's rejected a couple of men since then  because as her friends tell me, she still wants to be with me. That aint gonna happen but whatever, I fuck her  hard and harsh ...that to me, is her punishment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-2506574608039870489?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2506574608039870489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=2506574608039870489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/2506574608039870489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/2506574608039870489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/drunk-girlfriends-cheats.html' title='Drunk Girlfriends Cheats!!'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-693268876190602739</id><published>2007-12-12T03:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T03:55:09.894-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hardcore'/><title type='text'>A Good Time on the Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    I couldn't believe that I was going to old Rob's to ask for a job, but the  factory had a big layoff and I had to have some kind of income. Old Rob was  about seventy and owned the biggest produce farm in Western Tn. I dealt with his  son, Elliot, who was about forty, as he was a horse trader and so was I to an  extent. The old man was a total bastard to deal with but Elliot told me that  since I spoke Spanish well, that I needed to ask the old man for a job. Elliot  figured he'd pay me more as I could translate well for the dozen or so Mexicans  working for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    So here I was knocking on old man Bob's office door. "Bring yer ass in," I heard  a raspy voice shout over the small air conditioner hanging lopsidedly in the  window. I grit my teeth and walked in...Rob's eyes lit up when he saw me.  Damn..that old man had been randy for me ever since the first time I had come  over to swap some horses with Elliot. My God...he was seventy or so...what could  he do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    "Rob..I need a job." "You know the plant laid off and I need some summer  money..besides you know I speak Spanish well and I can help out with the  Mexicans and plus you know I'm a hard worker." Rob looked me up and down and I  knew it was a good move not to wear a bra or panties. Let the old man get a good  look..what was he going to do anyway? Old Rob got up from his desk and walked  over to me..."Hmmm..is that some nipples I see under that shirt?" Rolling my  eyes..I answered his question, "Rob...you that's nipples..so are you gonna hire  me or not?" He leered, undressing me with his eyes.."Be here at six tomorrow  morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When I walked out of his office, I saw several pairs of brown eyes giving me the  once over. I knew all of Rob's Mexicans and knew they would all like to get a  piece of a big titted blond with a round ass and good legs. I'd never had one  but I had always wondered about the "Latin Lover", thing. I noticed that  one..Juvenal was rubbing is crotch in a suggestive manner. I also notice he had  a huge hard on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    And then there was Elliot...Rob's son..Elliot had tried to fuck me for years but  I'd always resisted him. Since we traded horses,I thought it bad business to be  fuck buddies as well. Elliot was reputed to have had a dick as big as a horse  and yes I was kinda curious but I still maintained that pleasure and business be  kept apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next morning I was there at five, an hour earlier. It was still dark and you  could just hear the sounds of birds singing..I was leaning against my truck when  I felt someone come up behind me...it was Rob. "Girlie", he rasped, "I'm gonna  make you a deal." "You strip off buck naked and sit up on the tail gate of that  truck and let me diddle you a little..I'll pay you two dollars more an hour."  "And I got some of that wacky tobaky you young folks like and a pint of  whiskey." What Could I say? Damn the man was offering party tools. And I had to  admit I was so horny...hadn't had any in months...maybe I could get a buzz and  the old man could finger and diddle me off. "Ok..Rob..let's see what you got."  The old man produced a joint and a flask of Wild Turkey. I fired the joint up,  took a few tokes and offered Rob some. He shook his head.." I'll just share that  whiskey with you gal..you smoke all that good stuff your self." Which is what I  did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    After about four big tokes and a three pulls on the whiskey bottle I was feeling  no pain. Rob lowered the tailgate of my truck and patted it.."C'mon girl..get  them clothes off and let me see that thing!" The weed hit me hard and I couldn't  believe that in spite of this being an old guy..I was getting turned on. I could  feel my clit throbbing and my pussy was getting wet. I started removing my  clothes as the old man looked at me with lust in his eyes. The only thing I left  on were my shoes. I sat on the tailgate and spread my legs while pulling on my  nipples. "Is this what you wanted to see", I cooed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-693268876190602739?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/693268876190602739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=693268876190602739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/693268876190602739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/693268876190602739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/good-time-on-farm_12.html' title='A Good Time on the Farm'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-5578667905594651464</id><published>2007-12-12T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T03:55:02.415-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hardcore'/><title type='text'>A Good Time on the Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    I couldn't believe that I was going to old Rob's to ask for a job, but the  factory had a big layoff and I had to have some kind of income. Old Rob was  about seventy and owned the biggest produce farm in Western Tn. I dealt with his  son, Elliot, who was about forty, as he was a horse trader and so was I to an  extent. The old man was a total bastard to deal with but Elliot told me that  since I spoke Spanish well, that I needed to ask the old man for a job. Elliot  figured he'd pay me more as I could translate well for the dozen or so Mexicans  working for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    So here I was knocking on old man Bob's office door. "Bring yer ass in," I heard  a raspy voice shout over the small air conditioner hanging lopsidedly in the  window. I grit my teeth and walked in...Rob's eyes lit up when he saw me.  Damn..that old man had been randy for me ever since the first time I had come  over to swap some horses with Elliot. My God...he was seventy or so...what could  he do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    "Rob..I need a job." "You know the plant laid off and I need some summer  money..besides you know I speak Spanish well and I can help out with the  Mexicans and plus you know I'm a hard worker." Rob looked me up and down and I  knew it was a good move not to wear a bra or panties. Let the old man get a good  look..what was he going to do anyway? Old Rob got up from his desk and walked  over to me..."Hmmm..is that some nipples I see under that shirt?" Rolling my  eyes..I answered his question, "Rob...you that's nipples..so are you gonna hire  me or not?" He leered, undressing me with his eyes.."Be here at six tomorrow  morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When I walked out of his office, I saw several pairs of brown eyes giving me the  once over. I knew all of Rob's Mexicans and knew they would all like to get a  piece of a big titted blond with a round ass and good legs. I'd never had one  but I had always wondered about the "Latin Lover", thing. I noticed that  one..Juvenal was rubbing is crotch in a suggestive manner. I also notice he had  a huge hard on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    And then there was Elliot...Rob's son..Elliot had tried to fuck me for years but  I'd always resisted him. Since we traded horses,I thought it bad business to be  fuck buddies as well. Elliot was reputed to have had a dick as big as a horse  and yes I was kinda curious but I still maintained that pleasure and business be  kept apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next morning I was there at five, an hour earlier. It was still dark and you  could just hear the sounds of birds singing..I was leaning against my truck when  I felt someone come up behind me...it was Rob. "Girlie", he rasped, "I'm gonna  make you a deal." "You strip off buck naked and sit up on the tail gate of that  truck and let me diddle you a little..I'll pay you two dollars more an hour."  "And I got some of that wacky tobaky you young folks like and a pint of  whiskey." What Could I say? Damn the man was offering party tools. And I had to  admit I was so horny...hadn't had any in months...maybe I could get a buzz and  the old man could finger and diddle me off. "Ok..Rob..let's see what you got."  The old man produced a joint and a flask of Wild Turkey. I fired the joint up,  took a few tokes and offered Rob some. He shook his head.." I'll just share that  whiskey with you gal..you smoke all that good stuff your self." Which is what I  did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    After about four big tokes and a three pulls on the whiskey bottle I was feeling  no pain. Rob lowered the tailgate of my truck and patted it.."C'mon girl..get  them clothes off and let me see that thing!" The weed hit me hard and I couldn't  believe that in spite of this being an old guy..I was getting turned on. I could  feel my clit throbbing and my pussy was getting wet. I started removing my  clothes as the old man looked at me with lust in his eyes. The only thing I left  on were my shoes. I sat on the tailgate and spread my legs while pulling on my  nipples. "Is this what you wanted to see", I cooed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-5578667905594651464?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5578667905594651464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=5578667905594651464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/5578667905594651464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/5578667905594651464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/good-time-on-farm.html' title='A Good Time on the Farm'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-6809952481592115078</id><published>2007-12-12T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T03:53:59.987-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><title type='text'>My BJ Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;BJ and I had been friends since childhood. We'd grown up in a small city in  Southern Ontario, Canada, went to grade school, high school and even University  together. We were each other's best men at our weddings. Never in all that time  did I realize BJ had a hidden side!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;BJ has a powerfull build, works out, plays football and hockey and stands just  under 6 feet tall, with broad shoulders, forming a perfect "V" shape down to his  waist. I can also tell you, he's pretty hairy and hung like a beast! His cock is  8 inches flaccid and about 5 inches around, with nice big low hanging balls,  surrounded by a cluster of reddish brown pubes. I have a swimmer's build, 5'7",  6" cut, average balls and, I've been told, a nice ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our wives were away for a weekend getaway and BJ called me over to his place to  help him out with some project his wife had given him to do. I let myself in to  what seemed to be an empty house. I yelled out his name. Nothing. I went into  the garage and saw the project he asked me to help him with was done. I thought,  "What the fuck?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I heard a small noice behind me, but before I could turn around, a thick piece  of cloth was thrown over my head and I was being bound in some kind of rope.  Then I was being dragged inside the house and down into the basement. I could  tell it was BJ, because he must have just finished working out because I  recognized his smell. He had tied my hands behind my back and he had me get down  on my knees. He whipped off he piece of cloth and what stood before me scared me  a little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;BJ was completely naked with a raging hard on! He walked up to me and grabbed  the back of my head. I knew what he wanted but had to say something about this  first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I said, "What the Fuck are you doing?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Grinning he said, "I had a feeling you wanted to try what Karen has been  feasting on for the last 3 years!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Well, yeah, but you could have asked first! Untie me so I can do this right!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"NO!", he said. "I want this to go just a certain way and I want to be in  control, so, do What I say, bitch and start worshipping my cock!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At this point he grabbed his cock and started smearing the precum soaked head  across my lips, which I eagerly licked up with my tongue. I flicked my tongue  across the tip and slightly opened my mouth, hoping he would put the tip of his  huge cock into it. He didn't. He just kept running it along my lips and tongue,  and as I would lunge forward to take in more, he would sway back, never allowing  me to have more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, he said, "So, are you ready to suck on my cock? I'll untie you, as long  as you agree to do whatever I command. O.K.?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At this point, my own 6 inches was straining against my shorts, aching for  release. I managed to pant out an affirmative answer and he untied me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;BJ said, "Grab my dick by the base and start licking the head." I did as I was  told and lapped hungrily at it. I couldn't believe how big it was fully hard! It  was easily 10 1/2 inches long and so thick in my hand, it felt like a warm  shaving cream can! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Next he instructed me to massage his hairy balls and take more of his man meat  into my mouth. I was only too happy to oblige! He felt so good inside my mouth  as I tried to take all of him in. I was massaging his balls and slowly  descending down his shaft. I know he liked it because he really started moaning  and was starting to slowing hump and gyrate his hips into my mouth. He was  letting me get accustomed to his width and length, which was the only reason I  didn't choke. Finally, the head of his monstrous cock hit the back of my throat  and I gagged little. Still massaging his balls, I opened my eyes and saw I still  had a long way to go to get the rest of his cock in. He looked down at me and  said, "Keep goin' bitch!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;With that, he grabbed the back of my head and started pushing my head onto his  cock. I could feel the head start to go past my gag reflex and I choked a little  thick spit up onto this cock. My eyes were tearing up and I could feel my throat  expanding to accomodate his massive meat. Suddenly, I felt his pubic hair touch  my nose and I knew it was all the way down. I loved it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My cock was now on fire and dripping precum into my shorts. It kinda hurt and I  think BJ knew it because, with his cock still down my throat, he leaned over and  undid my shorts and pulled them down, with my underwear and set my hard cock  free of its cloth prison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://click.silvercash.com/?a=604033&amp;amp;s=919&amp;amp;r=1&amp;amp;p=1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.agaysex.com/ads/giantgaycock_hori_1991.gif" alt="Click here!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood back up and grabbed my head over both ears. He said, "Now I'm gonna  fuck your face!" He pulled his cock out of my throat all the way out so that  just the tip was still in my mouth. Then, without warning, he plunged it back  in, full force, right back down my throat! I was gagging even harder but he  didn't care, he just kept fucking and fucking, thrusting and thrusting with  complete abandon. After a few seconds of this onslaught, I got used to it and  really into it too and started sucking for all I was worth. He was really  working up a sweat now and I could feel it dripping off his chest onto my head.  I reached around and grabbed his rock hard ass as it was pounding away into my  face and squeezed to let him know I was loving it, in case my moans weren't  doing a good enough job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started going even faster and the precum was flowing out of his slit and into  my mouth like the Trevi fountain, when he completely tensed up and pulled his  cock out of my mouth to the tip and blew a humongous load of hot jizz into my  mouth and throat. I greedily lapped it up and swallowed every last drop. It  tasted so good and salty sweet. I loved how pungent it was and I could tell he  was completely satisfied and still ready to go. His cock did not soften and what  happened next shocked me even more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He pulled me to my feet, whipped off my t-shirt and kissed me passionatley full  on the lips! His tongue was delving into my mouth and we were so close I could  feel his still erect cock poking into my stomach. We were exchanging what was  left of his load between us and his tongue was as incredible as his cock! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He finally pulled back, smiled and said, "You want more?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I said, "Hell yes, Bring it on!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;BJ needed no coaxing. He grabbed me by the hand hauled me up the stairs into the  master bedroom. He threw me on to the king size bed and jumped on top of me. To  my surprise, his cock was still hard and pressing into me. Even more, it was  leaking pre cum again. We made out for about 5 minutes and he started working  his way down my body. He stopped at my nipples and sent shocks through my body  by nibbling on them and tweaking them with his fingers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He finally released my nipples and forcefully flipped me over onto my stomach.  He spread my legs and began massaging my ass cheeks with his powerful hands. It  felt so good. I felt his weight shift on the bed and suddenly felt something  warm and wet flicking onto my ass. He was about to start eating me out! Then,  without warning, his tongue was in my ass. I buried my face in the pillows and  screamed in complete ecstacy. He was spreading my cheeks with his hands and  burying his face into my hole and fucking me with his tongue. I never felt  anything so good and he really knew what he was doing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He reached underneath and grabbed my cock and started jacking it up and down  while continuing the assault on my ever vulnerable puckered hole. I began to  feel that familiar feeling, starting in my toes and working its way up my legs  to my balls. I was about to cum and he must have figured that out because he  stopped and flipped me back over onto my back. I was panting like a dog on the  hottest day of summer and my ass was singing its own song of ecstacy! I could  see his massive cock waving in the air and told him I wanted him inside me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He laughed and said, "First things first, you'll never be able to take all of me  without some serious lube." With that, he reached over to the night stand and  pulled out a bottle of lube. He squirted some into his hand, set the bottle  down, and with his lube free hand, lifted my left leg onto his shoulder,  exposing and opening my hole. I could feel him down there, working first 1  finger, then a second finger, then a third finger and finally a fourth finger  into my ever stretching hole. It felt like he must be already inside me, and he  stayed like that for what seemed like 45 minutes, just working me open, slowing  drawing his fingers into and then out of my ass, getting me accustomed to it.  All the while, his cock did not soften, and in fact reminded me of a latex  dildo, it stayed so rigid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, BJ deemed my ass to be cock-ready. He gently lifted my right leg over  his other shoulder and positioned himself over me. I could feel the giant head  of his huge beast brush against my asshole and thought I was going to die! I  kept thrusting my hips at him, wanting him all at once. BJ seemed to know this  and was only too happy to oblige, once again! He thrust his hips forward and I  was suddenly a sheath for his giant man-sword! I felt the head go past my first  sphincter and brush against the next one. It felt so good and a little painful  at the same time, but truly, the pain was so overcome by the pleasure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I felt his pubic hair brush against my ass and was amazed that I could take such  a huge cock all the way up my ass! We just stayed like this for about five  minutes, not moving. Every once in a while my ass would tighten around BJ's dick  or his dick would twitch, sending electric shock throughout my body! Finally, BJ  pulled out half way and slowly pushed back in. It felt incredible! gradually he  picked up the pace and was soon fucking me full force. My legs were still on his  shoulders and I was reaching around and grabbing at his powerfull ass, drawing  him deeper into me, as our bodies started making loud, wet slapping noises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;BJ was relentless! He as like a juggernaut, He just kept pumping into me for  what felt like over an hour! What happened next blew me away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He stopped fucking me and with his cock still inside me, shifted us both over to  the edge of the bed and stood up. He lifted me off the bed, still inside me and  with his powerful arms supported my back and started pumping into me again. I  could see our reflection in the full length mirror and the site was too much! I  couldn't hold back anymore and let him know I was about to cum! He started  fucking me even harder and I swear, his dick got even bigger inside my ass! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My own cock let loose a load I didn't know I was capable of just as I felt BJ's  body tighten even more and he matched each squirt of his jizz into my ass with a  powerful thrust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;BJ laid me on the bed again and slowly pulled his finally softening cock out of  my ass. He leaned over me and kissed me full on the lips again delving inside my  mouth with his expert tongue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really look forward to the next out of town trip our wives take!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-6809952481592115078?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6809952481592115078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=6809952481592115078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/6809952481592115078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/6809952481592115078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-bj-bear.html' title='My BJ Bear'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-4118380175622262383</id><published>2007-12-12T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T03:50:47.361-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesbian Fantasies'/><title type='text'>Secret Lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I still couldn’t believe that I was sitting here with my best friend of so  many years talking about the most uncomfortable subject of Sex. I don’t even  remember how we got on this topic but it was certainly getting hot and heavy.  I'm Katrina, and my friends name is Alison; Ally for short.&lt;br /&gt;"He was on top of me, I didn’t know what to do," she said, "but it felt so good.  Have you ever had a guy like that Trina?" She then looked at me thoughtfully.&lt;br /&gt;What was I supposed to say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Umm... Sure" I Replied. Truth was I’ve never had a guy touch me like that.  My Parents wouldn’t let any of my boyfriends near the house and I was barely  allowed to go outside, even on the weekends. I was only ever really allowed at  my friends’ houses; Samantha's and Ally's. Ally was a pretty girl, matter of  fact she usually had all of the boys in high school asking her out. She had a  size 26 waist, 36 hips, and about a D cup for a bra size. What I liked most of  all about her was her skin. She was a little more tanned then me and she was  about 3 inches shorter. I on the other hand, am 5'9 and fairly skinny with 34  hips, 27 inch waist, and C34 Bra size with long black hair to match.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the guys asked her out because they figured she gave it up easy, and  most of the guys didn’t ask me out because I was quieter and knew that I  wouldn’t put out. I’m sure that they just smelled 'virgin' all over me when they  walked by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"He Started fingering me, and I didn’t want to tell him to stop you know. I  just love it when guys do that." She Paused for a moment after saying that and  then lifted her head off the pillow to look at me. I tried to turn my head so  that she couldn’t see the bright red flowing from my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know what he asked me next Trina?" she looked at me anxiously, "He asked  me if I ever kissed a girl before..."&lt;br /&gt;When she finished that sentence my cheeks flushed an even brighter pink. I began  to wonder where this conversation was going so I had to ask.&lt;br /&gt;"Well have you?" I asked meekly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Yeah I have, once, but i'm not sure if I liked it. I can’t remember." After  she replied I began to think if maybe she was suggesting something... but then I  thought she couldn’t be, and why would she be interested in me anyways? Besides  this was my best friend and best friends weren’t supposed to have feelings for  each other. I've always found myself thinking Ally was attractive but, did she  look at me like that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"We should get to sleep Ally it’s getting late and we have school tomorrow."  I said reluctantly. I wanted to tell her how I felt but I was too shy, sometimes  I wished I was more outspoken.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah you are right" she said, "We Really should go to bed we have to get up  early." I Then Clicked off the lights and we got into bed.&lt;br /&gt;I was just getting to sleep when I began to hear noises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Uhh mmmm mmmmmmm ooooohhh." I turned to see where the noises came from and  to see if ally was okay, and then I got a pair of lips to my lips and a tongue  in my mouth along with my own. Ally was kissing me and I was kissing her back.  Her soft hands felt down my sides past my breasts, over my bellybutton and found  its place in-between my legs. I lay back, and she climbed on top of me, making  sure not to let her tongue slip out of my mouth. This all happened so suddenly I  had no time to think but only feel. Her fingers gently pushed my legs apart  finding their way threw my inner folds and onto my clit.&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Oh My Goodness Ally we shouldn’t be doing this..." I tried to  pull away but I couldn’t. her only reply was, "shhh we have to be quiet or my  mom will wake up and kill us both." she grinned at me before kissing down my  neck, all the while still caressing my clit with her fingers. A low moan escaped  my lips, and then I began to breathe shallower the quicker her fingers moved up  and down my folds. She began to nibble on my breast, first the left nipple and  then moved onto the right leaving a path of saliva trickling from each as her  tongue moved around them in a circular motion. As her head traveled down south  my breathing got deeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wasn't sure how much more of this I could take. She seemed so skilled. Her  fingers that were on my clit began to move in circles. First slow then faster  the further down her went on my body. I closed my eyes for a second and when I  opened them her tongue was by my lower lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm noooo ally not that please, I cant take this anymore" I said  in a hoarse whisper. Her response to my pleading was only a "shhhhh" as she  pulled my legs more apart then they were and began to lick the side of my inner  thighs. Instinctively I began to move my warm-wet spot closer toward that tongue  of hers. Why did she love to tease me so much? She began to lick the outside of  my outer lips and I let out another low moan. I needed this, and I needed her  right now. I grabbed the top of her head ever so gently and guided it towards  where I needed it to go.&lt;br /&gt;"mmmmppppphhhhhhh!" Once it made contact I had to grab the pillow and put it  over my mouth to stop myself from crying out. Ally drove straight in for the  kill and showed no mercy. she opened my inner folds with her fingers and began  to gingerly lick my clit and then suddenly began to devour it sucking noisily. I  Felt like I couldn’t breathe, the shock was so intense.&lt;br /&gt;"A-a-ally, s-stop," I whispered as quietly as I could, "i’m about t-to C-come!!"  she kept going still, showed no mercy and acted like I hadn't said anything at  all. Then I came with the most pleasure that until up to that point I had never  experienced in my life. She got it all and took it with no hesitation, and  continued to lick after I had already gotten off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love the way you taste Trina," she looked up at me as she said this "I’ve  wanted to do that for a long time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I bent down and gave her a wet passionate kiss, nearly tasting myself on her,  and then I said, "I wasn’t sure how you felt about me but I had been feeling  that way about you for a long time. I feel like we have always should have been  more then friends but I haven’t found the right words to tell you and i’m too  shy. I was waiting for you Hun"&lt;br /&gt;"Well then i’m glad I made the first move." she smiled.&lt;br /&gt;Then I Returned the favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-4118380175622262383?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4118380175622262383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=4118380175622262383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/4118380175622262383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/4118380175622262383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/secret-lovers.html' title='Secret Lovers'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-2141985797650274494</id><published>2007-12-12T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T03:49:10.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotica'/><title type='text'>Cumming home to Lucy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Note : This story is completely fictional!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got admission into college and moved to Chicago a few years back. Being a student, I could not afford to rent a place by myself. So I rented out a room in a mansion owned by a couple. The guy's name was Matt and he was working in a financial firm as a senior banker. His wife Lucy was much older than me but a stunning woman. I was pleasantly taken aback when I saw her first. Slhe had long dark hair and a charming face with a very seductive smile. Her eyes were sharp and her eyebrows were intense. She had light fair skin and was a well endowed woman with attractive, melon shaped breasts that I longed to touch. They were at least 36C and always jutted out of her clothes proudly. For her age, they were perky and in great shape. A brunette, she had long dark hair and a big, round ass that I was sure Matt fucked every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I moved in and realized that it was going to be a fun experience even if college did not go well. Matt stayed at work most of the day and even on weekends. Lucy went out quite a bit but she still looked bored and starved of attention. She loved to flaunt her body and experiment with her dresses once Matt was out. Every day, I looked forward to see what she was wearing and some days, it was a thin cotton dress that exposed her cleavage and let her nipples stick out through the fabric. and on other days, it was a tight tank top with figure hugging sweatpants that showed her tight, round ass.&lt;br /&gt;She loved wearing this lavender smelling perfume that filled up the whole room she was in. Her legs were long and slim growing up like a creeper ending in a big shapely butt. I always got aroused and horny when her ass swayed up and down when she used to walk around the house with her pantyline clearly visible through her pants. I used to imagine what she would be wearing inside and what color it would be and all my free time in the house was spent on this. Sometimes, her panties would be visible as her pants would be a bit low looking incredibly sexy and erotic. I was growing desperate wanting to touch her and possess her but restrained by the fact that I couldn't afford to be kicked out and rent a more expensive place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a Thursday and as usual, Matt and I had eggs for breakfast at around 7. Lucy said she would have breakfast later and served us food. She was wearing a green sleeveless top which clinged onto her body and I could see her luscious tits moving more than she did when she was serving us the egg and muffin. Her silky red bra strap was visible on her shoulders and her matching cotton pajamas were tight and stressed her curvaceous body. Her top was so short that her navel was exposed and I was jealous of Matt enjoying this hot body every night. As I finished breakfast and went to wash my hands in the restroom, I heard sounds of whispers coming from the dining room. I peeked into the dining room. What I saw turned me on so much that my cock literally sprang out of my shorts. Matt was pressing Lucy's tits through her top and forcing his tongue into her mouth. She grabbed his ass and pulled him closer towards herself and started rubbing her body against his. He put his hands inside her pajamas and started massaging her fleshy ass. I could see her light blue panties with naked women painted on them exposed as they started making out in the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I could not hold it any longer and started masturbating moving my hands up and down my hard dick and my balls flipping and flopping against my thighs. Matt suddenly pulled away from Lucy saying he had to get to work for a meeting. I kept staring at Lucy's body and shagged coming in my underwear and I felt my warm semen running down my thighs and a sense of release as I voyerously enjoyed Lucy's sensuous, passionate body. Lucy shouted at him saying he did not treat her important and he was desperately trying to console her. He still left for work leaving her frustrated and angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Later, I took a shower and changed into my t-shirt and track pants and Lucy called out to me 'Freddie, why don't you keep me company for breakfast if you have time?'. I was more than happy to and joined her at the table. She was sweating after all the work in the kitchen and her tank top was wet accentuating her shapely reasts as she sat across me. I could see streaks of sweat running across her breasts creating wet patches on her tank top and I so wanted to fuck her titties. She looked straight into my eyes as if she knew what I was thinking. I said 'Lucy, so are you happy with Matt?'. Lucy said 'He treats me well but he is always busy. I need a man who pays enough attention to me'. I pitied her and could not believe Matt ignored this hot bombshell who was craving for sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As we started eating our sandwiches, she commented on how hot the summer has become and pushed her tank top lower trying to cool it off. As she ate, her breasts started bobbing just slightly up and down as her white creamy cleavage was even more exposed. Her valley was deep, long and inviting. I started getting hard all over again as I longingly looked at those boobs and wanting to touch them. I suddenly realized that she was staring at me and started feeling embarrassed. But all Lucy would do was smile knowingly and ask me 'Do you have a girlfriend?'. I replied 'No, but I wish I did'. She said 'I can understand. At your age, you need a girl to release your desires, if you know what I mean' and winked. She then went into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of ketchup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she continued her breakfast and innuendo-filled talk, she suddenly let out a yelp - a drop of ketchup had fallen on her cleavage as she was eating the sandwich. She said 'Freddie, can you clean this for me? I want to finish my sandwich.'. I sensed something was about to happen and agreed to her strange request. I moved close to her and heard her breathing heavily and her breasts heaving. She looked at me with steamy eyes and handed me a napkin. I said 'No, let me wipe it off with my fingers'. I slowly put my index finger slowly but steadily in between her titties and scooped up the ketchup rubbing her chest on the way. I tasted it and it was sweet and a bit salty because of her sweat. Lucy suddenly grabbed my finger and put it deep in her mouth and started sucking on it saying 'I hate to waste food'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was confused on how to react when she pulled my head towards her and whispered 'I knew you loved my tits' and pushed it hard into her cleavage. I was suffocated in those juicy pears and enjoyed the soft touch of her delicate boobs all over my face. She pushed and smothered my head against her mounds as my cock got very erect and hard. She started kissing me on my mouth and slid her tongue inside my mouth and rolled it inside. I put my hands around her back reciprocating and felt her wet mouth with mine. She said 'Oh Freddie, Matt hardly ever has time for me, and I badly need to have sex'. I was elated that my whole purpose of being in Chicago was about to be realized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We continued kissing and then, I lifted Lucy in my arms and we entered her bedroom. I laid her down on the bed and jumped on her crushing her body against mine. I slowly slid down the strings of her top down her arms as she sat there exposed and horny for me. I kissed and licked her breasts making her sigh and moan. I made circles of kisses around her tits enjoying her lavender smell. Then, I slowly tugged her top down to her stomach and I found her thin, red lace bra holding her heaving breasts. Her tits were almost popping out of the tight bra. I kissed her through her bra and tried to devour one of her breasts in my mouth, but they were too big for me. She said she was getting wet and led my hands to inside her pajamas. I felt her damp, warm pussy with my hands and as I pushed a finger up her cunt, she squealed and started moaning in excitement. I took her top off and unhooked her bra and smelled it, I smelt a mix of sweat and Lucy's perfume and it aroused me even more. Her light brown areola peeked out at me and I immediately put my mouth on one and started sucking vigorously molding the other tit with my hand. She pushed more of her tit into my mouth as I sucked and feasted on her large nipples and kept rubbing my mouth against her enormous bosom. I could not get enough of licking her tits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She stood up with her perky breasts staring at me all coated in my saliva. She said 'Do you love my breasts Freddie?', I nodded and she lifted her left breast slowly up till it reached her mouth and hooked her lips onto her hard, thick nipple. It was highly erotic to see Lucy sucking her own tit and enjoying it. As she sucked, she pinched and pulled her other nipple and moaned sounding like a whore. She looked very sexy topless but her lower body covered. She called me 'Come here Freddie' and when I hugged her and grasped her ass, she took my T-shirt off and kissed my chest. She licked my ears and neck and started sucking my nipples rolling her tongue around it and biting it ever so lightly making me want to fuck her right there. My dick had never been harder before.&lt;br /&gt;Then she whispered 'I want you to eat more of me' and winked at me. As I was thinking of where to start, she guided my face to below her belly and pressed it between her legs. I kissed her down there on her pajamas and pulled them down to reveal her panties. Her pubic hair was peeking out from the sides as the panties was too narrow to conceal her entire cunt. I swirled my tongue around her hairs and passionately kissed the outline of her panties. The inside of her fleshy, creamy thighs were so smooth and soft that they twitched when I licked and mouthed them. I turned her around and nuzzled her asscrack through her panties. She said 'Do more of that', I slid my tongue in between her panties and her ass and cleaned up the outline of her panties. I turned her around and I saw her totally losing control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I slowly pulled down her panties and her beautiful, dark, wet pussy came into view. I touched her clit with my finger as she shivered. It was soaking wet. Her pubes were dense and were patterned across her flesh in a seductive way. I asked her 'Do you want me to eat your pussy?'. She shouted 'Yes! Fuck me with your face. Now!' and I prodded my tongue into her clit as she started moaning very loudly and I ran my tongue up and down her wet pussy lips. She folded her legs on my face and I stuffed my head deeper into her cunt and ate her pussy to my content. I could not believe that I was between the legs of another man's wife and she was loving every minute of it. She moved my head to her G-spot and started yelling 'faster, faster' as she held my head against her pussy. I sensed she was close to cumming and nibbled her clit while licking it. She rolled her thighs forcefully against my face and let out a big moan before cumming on my face. She had a long orgasm and I lapped up all her pussy juices and lay exhausted next to her clit. Lucy asked me to give her a kiss and I reached up and french kissed her mixing her pussy juices in my mouth with hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My cock was vying for attention and Lucy must have sensed it as she placed her hand around my dick and started massaging it. She said 'What do you think we should do next?'. I asked her 'Are you hungry?'. When she nodded yes, I knew I had to take chance now. I made her sit on the bed and stood in front of her with my hard, erect cock staring at her face. She giggled saying she had ignored it for too long and planted kisses on the base and tip of my penis. I had never seen a woman who enjoyed the sight and taste of my cock so much before. She looked at me with hungry eyes and suddenly grabbed my balls and swallowed them. I felt ecstatic as she sucked them in all earnest relishing every inch of them. She grazed her teeth below my testicles and I could not hold any longer when Lucy pulled back my foreskin and kissed the tip of my cock. I wanted to fuck her desperately but she asked me to wait a bit longer. She smelled my penis and said it reminded her of her college days when she fucked in orgies at school. It turned me on to hear such slutty talk and begged her to suck me off. She started devouring my cock as she almost managed to swallow my long cock till the base. She slowly slided her mouth out till the tip and moved her face in and out of my dick. I held on to her long brunette hair and pushed her deeper and she seemed to enjoy it as she sucked on it more vigorously salivating across my dick. She was an expert cock-sucker and knew how to stroke a cock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She sucked me deep and hard and I was on the hinge of ecstasy, I shouted 'I want to fuck you Lucy'. She replied 'You are such a bastard! c'mon,fuck me' and spread her legs wide inviting me to enter her. I positioned my cock outside her pussy entrance and slowly pushed it in her tight pussy. I felt a sharp tingling sensation as the tip of my dick touched her warm pussy and started fucking her. I moved in and out of her holding her open thighs with my strong arms. Lucy screamed in joy and my thick penis filled her entire cunt and rammed against the walls of her pussy. She had her eyes closed with her face in ecstasy and dizziness. My dick was totally engulfed in her warm pussy and she was trying to get it deeper inside her as I fucked her out of her mind. Seeing her big tits bounce all over the place as I banged her out of her mind made me lose total control and I yelled 'You are such a horny whore Lucy'. She squealed saying 'Yes, fuck this whore. Cum on my face Freddie'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I loved to hear those words and as I kept banging her, I came very close to cumming and I removed my dick from her pussy. I continued shagging in front of her face. She kept saying 'Cum all over me, I want to taste it' and it turned me on even more. Within seconds, I started cumming and I focused it on her luscious, red lips and splattered my semen all over them. I then moved over to her forehead and came on it too. Even her hair caught quite a bit of it. The cum started dripping down her nose and her face was a total mess. But she was smiling and loving it. She then sucked out the remaining cum in my cock dry as my cock finally calmed down. She said 'I never knew you could last so long and cum so much' and scooped out a big lob of my semen from her chin and dropped it in her mouth. She opened her mouth showing it on her tongue and swallowed it with slurping noises. She then rubbed some of the cum on her tits and massaged them. Then she licked it off from her breasts moaning 'Oh I love eating cum Freddie'. As she cleaned her face by taking all my cum with her fingers and sucking them off, I collapsed next to her and stared at her now cum-dried face, the twin titties with light brown toppings, her taut belly and still wet pussy. And wondered what the future had in store for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-2141985797650274494?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2141985797650274494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=2141985797650274494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/2141985797650274494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/2141985797650274494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/cumming-home-to-lucy.html' title='Cumming home to Lucy'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591515749070146504.post-7283177488223041064</id><published>2007-12-12T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T03:46:05.826-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Incest'/><title type='text'>Incest with cousin sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Note : This story is completely fictional!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    Hi, am Vicky 21 from India, I am a regular at your website and so thought  would post my story also. This is an incest with my cousin sis meaning the  daughter of mothers brother, am telling you this specially because in India we  can marry such a cousin as its not in fathers relationship directly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    Anyways, continuing with the story now, It was at the start of this year back in  January, when my I went to meet my cousins, I asked aunt where is Ria and Amit,  she said they are upstairs, and I quickly went upstairs to meet them, I saw Ria  and she was in front of mirror as expected combing hairs, I saw her beautiful  face and that curvy body with big globes and nice hump, the sheer presence of  her in the room was making everybody in the room including some more relatives  feel uneasy, I said a hi to both and Amit took me to his room to show me his  paintings, we were busy in them when Ria came to us, let me describe her more,  she is 18 but looks 2-3 years more older than 18 making just fine for me, she  has figure of 35,28,36 with 35D bra size. Her boobs are very attractive and  everyone notices them first, they seem like totally unused, her whole  personality makes a charm and a sex appeal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    Returning to the story she sat down on the floor and peeked in the paintings  made on the book and showed me her paintings too, she bent a lot and I can see  the curves of her upper boobs a bit which reminded my friend saying to me  sitting in a large group of friends that Ria is so hot I saw her boobs in white  shirt making nice view in the rain(for which I scolded him), I got aroused a  bit, she saw my face and she instantly came to know what I was looking at, with  that she went away to another room, I was disgusted and could’nt now talk to her  at all, the whole day passed and in the eve she said while having breakfast  that, what happened why are you so shy with your own cousin sister?. I got red  in face but also I got a bit relief and got the courage to talk to her as usual.  After that I went home and was finding another opportunity to be with her. Later  in a weeks time I purposedly went to her house knowing there wont be anyone home  except her and Amit, she opened the door and to my amazement Amit was gone for  some guitar classes. I thought wow what a chance I have and I must not let this  go, I wanted to atleast have an adult talk to her that day and so I started  asking her about college and stuff and slowly came to the point and asked “how  many guys are behind you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    There must be many proposes on the line”, she said “no nothing like that”, I  said “please don’t lie” with which she said “yea some stupids proposed me in the  beginning of the college days”. I said “yea its obvious, you must learn to react  to such a situation”. She was shocked and said “what do you mean by obvious?” I  said “now you dress well and do so much makeup in the mirror and then you think  no one would notice you?”, she said laughingly “yea, thats true” , I then felt  it right time to tell her and said “one of my friends was making obscure  sentences on you I noticed it when I was with my friends”. She asked who was it?  in a questioning manner, I said “was one of my friends in your college, he said  about your figure”, she again asked “what exactly did he said tell me”, I said  on that “he was talking about you getting wet in the rain and thus making a nice  view of your..” pointing towards her boobs, she quickly said “my boobs?” I was  shocked, but nodded a yes and said “its obvious you wear tight white tank tops  like your wearing now and plus you get wet in rain, that’s an insane act, any  guy would surely get aroused”, I thought what would be her reactions now, but  she reacted asking “any guy?”, I said “yea, neither ways you are beautifull and  anyone would get attracted”, she said “it means you are also attracted to me, as  I have noticed you before”, I asked “what you noticed about me?”, she said “I  noticed you peeping in my tops”, I was scared a bit but said boldly enough “yea  your boobs were and are making your tops tear out”, she blushed a bit but made  her whole chest part peek forward like an army man and said “I cant hide them”.  I said “yea they are so hot”, she paused and said “What?, you must not think so  about your cousin”,on which I said, naah you also know that you’re my mothers  relative and so we can you know..”, she whooped and said “what?, have sex?”, “I  said no I meant married not sex, you are so kinky you think about it”, she  quickly asked “whats kinky?” I told her “it’s that you act sexy and talk sex  talks all the way and bitch up a bit”, she said “you are also not a saint, you  have bad intensions on me”, I said “yea but whats wrong in it?, two teenagers  talking about sex which they are going to do all the lifetime for the rest of  our lives” she said “you mean only after being married”, I said “naah, nowadays  all are so mature and have sex in their 16’s and being vergin till 18 is no more  happening”, I knew she would be encouraged on this as she wants to be on top of  everything HAPPENING, and she said “are you also vergin?”, I said “naah I have  been having oral sex from my girlfriend(I lied)”, she said that means your not  vergin?, I said no I mean I am having sex like she sucks my cock and I have had  a nice time with her boobs sucking them and stuff, but have not fucked her yet,  she is scared of being pregnant, even when I show her condoms and nowadays you  know new contraceptive pills are also available, like the one I have. She  quickly asked me “show me how are they, common please”, her voice sounded so  sweet, I told her, they are only to be taken after sex, she pleaded please show  me, I said ok but on one condition. She asked what?, I said you show me those  big ones(boobs) by lifting up your tank top. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    She said ok lets go to my room and I will. Once in her room she a bit  smilingly but shy took off her tops completely, I was surprised, I saw that she  took of her whole tank top off from her neckline too and threw it in the chair  besides us, I saw those big D size boobs hanging in the air with brown nipples  and the aeriols a bit dark at the corner sides and her nipples not erect as if  its usuall, I showed her the pills and quickly grabbed her right big humungous  boob, it was hot and heavy, I quickly squeezed it in my whole hand very tightly,  making her say “aah,aaaah leave it”, I said ok I will don’t be scared of me at  all “and sucked her right nipple hard and thus it came to life and go erect, it  was nice tiny and beautiful”, I said wow you are so hot, I didn’t left her boob  and looked her into the eyes squeezing her nipple part, she looked directly in  my eyes, her eyes told that she is a bit scared. I said “what are you scared  of?, you have the pill right here iin your hand, we can do anything we want  thanx to the technology” she said yea, I thought of it as a yes to all my  questions and quickly landed a small tiny kiss on her sweet completely filled  spouted lips, it ran a current in me and hers too, her eyes were saying it all,  I quickly did a French kiss to her and we kissed for almost 5 minutes after  which she parted, I thought she might break it from here so I need to make some  move, I quickly got my cock out, it’s a 6” in size, she saw that and was  confused whether to do it or not and I quickly put her hand on my dick, she  grabbed it with her long soft fingers and said wow its so hot, I made her stroke  me, she did and by now I was massaging her boobs doughing them with both hands  on each boob and then I removed my right hand and put it in her panty, it was  her pajama and pink panty making my hand hard to move, but I worked up on her  clit and on the right spots, I made it vibrate and she came instantly, gliding  her nails in my upper back, I inserted a finger as deep as it can get in her wet  pussy and pulled down her clothes to her ankles, made her sit on the bed side  and saw her pussy lips, they were pink and hot as hell, I inserted my finger  more deeper and started to stroke her, then took her pussy in my mouth and  started giving her the pleasure she describes pleasure of a lifetime, I did’nt  stop until she came again, this time vigorously but in a sensible manner not  hurting me or my back. I said wow your learning, I put my cock on her mouth  lips, and told her to suck, she hesitated a bit but took my cock head in her  mouth, she again resisted, I thought what the heck, anyways I removed it and put  it on her clit, she looked into my eyes a bit scared and I started to push it  into her a bit wet pussy, I made my way through her pussy lips and just my cock  head was inside when she started to feel the pain, I said its ok you will feel  it for a fraction of a second, she was scared so I took it off and fingered her  insterting 2 fingers in her pussy deep within and taking them out I smelled it  and made her smell it, again I tried to insert it into her while kissing her, I  inserted my dick in her pussy this time more than the head of the cock and kept  on pressing in while rubbing and pinching her clitoris, she started to moan and  now was the time, I inserted the cock with a thrust which made it go half way  and she had pains, I continued to press in and finally it slid inside her pussy  breaking the hymen wall and there went her cherry and my virginity too, I made  some soft moves and kept working my cock in and out a bit and then she started  moaning, I thought wow, its so hot in there, I fucked her hard and harder the  way in, my whole cock was fucking her now, we kept on it and after just 5  minutes of it she started to cum and started digging my back with her 3-4 nails  and I said am about to explode in you but that’s not a problem, I gave a big  thrust clamping my pelvis to hers and stated to cum one after another I shot a  big load in her and was working my dick in and out, I bet I had never exploded  so much and so hot, I removed my dick and saw the cum coming out of her pussy,  It was surely very hot, I liked it and so did she.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591515749070146504-7283177488223041064?l=humorsexstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7283177488223041064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591515749070146504&amp;postID=7283177488223041064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/7283177488223041064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591515749070146504/posts/default/7283177488223041064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorsexstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/incest-with-cousin-sister.html' title='Incest with cousin sister'/><author><name>stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492884650092711782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
