SUMMER FUN - 2008-03-12
Bill, one of the area's best electrical engineers, was rapidly approaching his breaking point. For over six years he had given his company all he had to give, only to find that they had no real appreciation for his dedication. At the close of a long Memorial Day weekend, Bill decided to use his accumulated vacation time and take off of work until September. A few weeks later, Bill went out with Frank, his longtime buddy. Frank owned a successful landscaping and maintenance company that catered to the more affluent sections of society. After one of their many rounds of drinks, in their third bar, Bill mentioned how bored he was beginning to get with all the time on his hands. Frank responded, "Why not come work with me for the rest of the summer? I have more work than I can handle and could really use another supervisor whom I can trust." While intrigued by the idea, Bill added, "Well, I don't want to lock myself into anything right now. After all, that's why I took the time off from work, to relax." "Aw! Come on Bill! You know I wouldn't do that to you. If you felt like walking at any time, I wouldn't stop you. I really do need another supervisor and you'd be doing me a favor. All you have to do is watch over the crews and handle the clients. It's easy work, you get a good tan, and there are plenty of attractive women to keep your mind occupied.". "Well, I guess it couldn't hurt to try it for a few weeks anyway. When do you want me to start?" "How about the day after tomorrow? It'll take that long for the two of us to sober up after tonight." "Okay, Frank! You've got yourself a deal! Bartender! Another round here, and make 'em doubles!" I. WASH AND DRY It had been over a month since Bill agreed to work for Frank.
He still vividly remembered the phone call at 4 am reminding him he was to be at the office by sunrise. It took him all of ten minutes to remember why he was supposed to be there, but he was. In fact, he liked the work so much that he's been there every day since. It was only a short time before he realized he enjoyed working on the land, under the sun, and raising up a good sweat. Sure, his muscles ached, but in a way that made him feel healthy and good about himself. The crew that Bill supervised turned out to be a great bunch of people who all knew their jobs well. Bill never had to worry about any of the six men and two women slacking off or making mistakes. They were professional in every respect. After all, since they were working the grounds of the richest people in the state, they had to be the best. Word travels fast amongst the elite and the egos that lived in these mansions didn't forgive easily, nor did they tolerate mishaps. Of course, they also rewarded good work in many varied ways. It was at the Hamilton home that Bill discovered just how very interesting some of these families really were. A light, misty rain had been falling since early morning. Bill informed Mrs. Hamilton that they would return the next day, weather permitting, and complete the work. She agreed that was the best course of action and mentioned that she was also on her way to the country club, but for a bridge tournament. This sat well with Bill as he preferred to have the owner present when his crew was working. This helped to eliminate the possibility of misunderstandings and the like. After he had dispatched the crew to the various tasks at the country club, Bill realized that they had left their small tractor mower at the Hamilton's. He told John, his assistant, he would get it and return shortly. Finding Mrs. Hamilton in the lobby area, Bill explained the oversight and she happily loaned him the key to the gate across the driveway. She explained that it was a spare and he could just leave in the pool's bungalow when he was finished. A half-hour later, Bill was loading the tractor onto the trailer in what was now a heavy storm.
Totally drenched, he entered the poolside bungalow to leave the gate key. Once inside, he was taken with the luxury of what was, basically, just a changing room. The place was outfitted with plush furniture, a wet-bar, a bedroom, a small kitchen and complete bath facilities. "If this is just for changing clothes, I'm not sure I want to see the house itself!", he said aloud to himself. "And why not?" a voice responded. Bill nearly jumped out of his skin. Quickly turning he was taken with what now in his vision. She was about 20 and had a body that Hugh Hefner would have killed to have appear in Playboy. What really caught his attention, though, was her face. It was the most innocent and angelic face he had ever seen. After his initial shock wore off, he said. "And who are you?". "I'm Theresa Hamilton, Terri to my friends. Now, who are YOU and what are you doing here?" "I'm Bill Powers, the landscaping supervisor. We heft a tractor behind this morning and your mother loaned me the gate key so that I could come and get it. She told me to leave it in here when I was through. Had I known someone was home, though, I wouldn't have troubled her for the key." "I just got back from Hawaii this morning, apparently after everyone had gone." "Well, Miss Hamilton, I am sorry to have bothered you. If you will excuse me, I have to be on my way now." The vixen smiled coyly and offered; "You can't go out in that storm. Besides you'll catch cold in all those wet clothes. Why don't you just wait until the rain lets up a bit. Anyway, I could use the company." "I'm not sure that's a good idea Miss Hamilton.", said Bill, hoping she would argue the point. She passed another coy smile and said; "Please, my friends call me Terri." "Okay, Terri. I have a crew working at the country club and they're expecting me back. We have work to do whether it's raining or not. In fact, some of our work is easier in the rain." "Well, I see your point, but I was just getting ready to start lunch.
Won't you at least stay and eat with me? We can throw your clothes in the dryer while we eat." "I have to confess that sounds too good to pass up." "Well, Bill, you can take your clothes off in the bedroom. There are several robes in the closet there. I hope you like pasta, that's what I'm making for lunch." "Sounds good! I'll be right back.", Bill entered the bedroom and closed the door. While undressing, he considered the situation and thought that mixing business with pleasure could be a mistake. It could be that Terri is just a friendly person and if he made a move he could jeopardize himself and Frank's business. He decided to be on his best behavior. Terri took his soaked clothing and started the dryer. Then she returned to the kitchen and finished preparing the meal. Bill felt a little self-conscious sitting across from such a beautiful woman while he was wearing only a robe. Lunch was superb and the wine was excellent. Maybe just a little too excellent, he thought. He was beginning to fantasize more and more about the parts of Terri's body hidden by her sparse outfit. After the meal, they checked on Bill's clothes, only to find them still very wet. "Another 30 minutes or so should do it.", she said as they returned to the sofa to relax. Terri sat close to him, at least closer than necessary. This only made Bill's resolve a little less strong than during lunch. She talked of her upbringing and of the many places she had visited. Then it was Bill's turn. He started to explain how he ended up working for Frank when she edged a little closer and turned towards him under the pretext of hearing better. Bill continued his story, though a little nervously. As she moved closer, he could feel the heat from her body, smell the scent of her cologne, and detect the strong gaze of her eyes. He was becoming aroused and was a bit embarrassed by it. He shifted to try and hide the growing bulge in the robe. That was a mistake. His slight movement, and his arousal, only caused the robe to part and expose every inch of his hardened manhood.
Terri gasped, but not in shock, "My god! That is beautiful!". Before he could apologize or cover himself, she had her hand on it, encircling the warm shaft. As she did so, she pressed her lips against his. Bill's resistance was gone. He responded avidly be embracing her and began exploring her lips with his tongue. He then moved his lips to her neck and that ran his tongue to her ears and nibbled on her lobes. Meanwhile, Terri opened his robe further and began slowly stroking his cock. Bill worked his hands to her buttons and, after a little fumbling, managed to release her magnificent breasts. As he moved his mouth to encircle her right nipple, he thought that he had never seen breasts more perfectly formed than these. He then turned his attention to the other nipple as Terri, still stroking his cock, moaned in delight. Slowly and deliberately, Bill worked his way down her body. As he removed her shorts he was pleasantly surprised to find that she wore no panties. He swirled his tongue across her belly and slowly down to the top of her pubic hair. He massaged her thighs and then resumed his tonguing behind her thighs. When he reached the sensitive are behind her knees, he used a light touch that seemed to drive her wild wit passion. She begged him to stop teasing her and tried to draw his head to her vagina. Bill continued down the one leg and up the other. When he reached the top of her thighs, he began to light blow across her entire pubic area. She moaned louder in response and again begged him to stop his teasing. Bill moved his lips to her inner thigh and imparted light caresses on his way up. When he finally reached her pussy, he reached out with his tongue and slightly tickled her. She moaned even more. He then began his assault in earnest. First penetrating her vaginal lips with his tongue, and then moving slightly upward to the clitoris. When he finally reached it, Terri had her first orgasm. It was followed by two more in the few moments that followed. Bill kept up the stimulation until, two more orgasms later, she motioned for him to stop. He kissed his way up, across her breasts, until he was again nuzzling he neck.
"God! You smell soooo good!", he whispered. Terri slowly rolled them over until she was atop Bill and said, "Now, it's your turn to be teased!". She started much as he did, by kissing his ears and nibbling on his neck. She paid particular attention to his nipples. Though his women usually ignored this area, it aroused him greatly. She slowly worked her way down and moved to his balls and gently took each one in her mouth and caressed it with her tongue, all the while avoiding his hardened member. As her lips continued their menstruations on his balls, her hands found their way to his chest. She massaged him sensuously. Then she raised her head, and with only her lips, slowly engulfed the head of his cock. Terri used a slight suction and moved down its full length, until the head was nestled deeply in her throat. She held that position for a moment, letting her throat muscles relax around the oral intruder. Bill let out a loud moan as her head started to bob up and down on his tool. Terri would withdraw until just the tip remained between her lips, then she drew it in slowly and caressed it with swirling motions of her tongue until the head was once again in her throat. This continued until she sensed Bill was ready to come. When his balls tightened, she slowed down to a complete stop and would move her attention elsewhere, until his cock lost it's iron-rod rigidity. Then, she would start again. This went on for what seemed to be hours. Finally, Terri removed herself and sat astride Bills torso on her knees. She reached back and used her left hand to guide his cock between her pussy lips. Once there, she rotated her ass and inched that hard rod into her pussy until she felt that she could take no more. Once inside, she knew that there was still a good inch or two to go, but just couldn't get it in. They began a rhythmic motion and were soon lost in a sexual rhapsody. After a time, Bill sat up and they rolled over, without missing a stroke. As Bill moved his cock into her, they moaned and kissed. Terri had just had her sixth orgasm of the day when Bill pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach.
She knew what he wanted and raised herself to he could enter her from behind. As his member again entered her vagina, she concentrated and tried to take it all. However, Bill was just too large for her. While she was feeling his internal massage, his fingers played her clitoris like a harp. She was going wild and soon had another orgasm and felt herself rising to yet another when Bill again pulled out, leaving her with an empty sort of feeling there. He kissed his way down her back and across her buttocks until his tongue found her vagina from the rear. Bill's tongue brought her to orgasm again and still he continued. When he finally stopped, he again laid her on her back and positioned himself between her legs. He raised her knees and then her ankles until both feet were over her shoulder. She reached down and guided his cock to her pussy. He said "Let's see if you can really take it all.". His cockhead parted her vaginal lips and continued on until she had taken all but an inch of his cock. She whimpered "Please! I want it all!". Bill started pumping in and out and Terri found herself traveling down that now familiar road to orgasm. As she felt it build and build, she became obsessed with taking all of Bill's penis. Then, just as she started to come, she grabbed his buttocks and pulled with all her might. Bill plunged the full length of his cock into her. Her eyes went wide with both shock and delight as she had the most intense orgasm ever. "Don't stop! Give me all of it! I want to feel all of you inside me.", was all she could say. Bill, not being one to disappoint a woman, continued to piston his cock into her. He would pull out until just the tip was between the lips and then plunge in until his pubic hairs pressed against hers. Bill started to sense that feeling growing in his loins and increased his speed, tying to get even deeper into this lovely and sensual creature that lay writhing beneath him. His cock moved in and out rapidly. Then, he felt it coming and pushed against her. Terri screamed, "I feel so full. Come on Bill fill me up. I wanna feel your sperm shoot inside of me.
Do it now!". That was all he needed to set him off. He felt as though all of his internal organs were trying to escape through his penis at one time. As he spurted deep inside her, she gasped, "Oh, yes! I feel it. More! Give me more!". When he was drained, he lowered her legs and pumped a little more. They relaxed and soon fell asleep, Bills penis still buried in Terri's snatch. Bill was awakened by a strange feeling. Upon opening his eyes, he found his cock buried to the hilt in Terri's mouth. "I remembered that I hadn't had dessert yet.", said Terri. She attacked his now hard member with great fervor. He watched her head bob and felt her lips tighten each time the head passed between them. Her hands play with his balls. Then, she suddenly stopped and laid back. He arose and tried to mount her for another good screw when she told him that she was too sore and wanted only to please him. She lay on her back in a position that let her head hang over the arm of the sofa and instructed Bill to stand behind her. As she dropped her head back, it was perfectly aligned with his penis. She reached for his cock and guided it between her waiting lips. Bill let her orchestrate the movements for fear of hurting her. It wasn't long before he found himself humping her warm mouth. It was incredible! He could feel his cock enter her throat each time and it was heavenly. Terri seemed to be getting as excited as he was. Her hands were wrapped around his ass pulling him in deep each time. It was only a short while before his cock again gushed. Terri tried to swallow it all, but a few drops ran out the sides of her mouth. She kept on sucking and had soon milked Bill dry. To his surprise and her delight, his cock stayed hard and she continued sucking until it was again as hard as iron. Terri then turned around and presented her ass to him saying, "Well, my mouth is tired and my pussy is sore, but we can try.", she said coyly. "Well, what are we waiting for?", said Bill. Looking around the room, he spied a bottle of hand lotion on the counter and grabbed it.
He open the bottle and first poured some on his hands. He then spread some across her back and ass and rubbed it in. Meanwhile she was stroking his penis with her lotion filled hands. Soon, they were both glistening and covered with the oil. As Bill readied his cock to enter her, Terri slid back and his cock slid all the way into her pussy on the one stroke. "Ooooooh! Deeper Bill, Deeper!" moaned Terri. Bill started pumping wildly as Terri, despite her soreness, had another orgasm. She loved getting it this way, doggy style. As Bill pushed his cock in, she shoved her ass back to meet him. At one point, Bill pulled out and raised his cock a little higher. Terri had just started back when he pushed forward. Her eyes suddenly went wide and before she knew exactly what had happened, his penis was buried halfway into her virgin ass. Tears ran down her face, but she was not about to make him stop his assault. At first, it was a little painful for Terri. Then, as Bill's fingers played with her pussy and he plunged his cock deeper into her ass, she started to enjoy it. Bill pushed deeper and deeper until she had again taken all of him. The tempo increased as his balls slapped against her pussy and she moaned in response. She orgasmed again and again as his finger matched his tempo. Then, he came. She could feel his juices shoot deep inside her ass and it gave her a warm, sexy feeling. After extracting themselves, they took a shower. After which, Terri sat Bill down and gave him a soft sensuous blow job to end the day. Bill dressed and asked if they could see each other again. "Are you kidding? My parents would disown me if they knew I was dating a man that worked for them! But, if you ever have time, stop by again and I am sure we can find a mutually satisfying way to pass the time." Bill was dumbfounded, but not totally surprised. He started the truck and slowly drove to the country club to rejoin his crew. Scenario Three - The DrivingInstructor ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had been a long and trying day.
My first trainee had been an old lady who felt her grand children were more important than watching the road. My third trainee almost ended my life when he decided to play chicken with an army convoy. I was making mental additions to my two weeks notice when my last trainee of the day came walking up. She was around seventeen, pert and perky, virginal and sensual. I felt the rising force of my rod of God when I saw here walking towards the car. She was wearing a black T-Shirt that was about a size too large and a pair of very tight denim jeans. As she approached the car I started fantasizing about her and I running out of gas on a dark, little used side road. She opened up the door and said, "Mr. Roberts? Hi! I'm Debbie! You're my driving instructor today!" "Hop on in, Debbie" I said. She got into the car and strapped on her seat belt. I looked at her approvingly. She gave me a look back, and damn me if it wasn't a look of just plain lust. I quickly put that thought down. "Christ!" I thought, "you're old enough to be her father". "Today, we are going to be driving down rural roads" I said as another rather disturbing thought escaped from my subconscious and planted itself in my mind. I could feel her presence next to me and I was surprised to see that my pole was rock hard. She deftly put the car into drive and pulled out of the driving school driveway onto the highway. "I take it you've driven before" I said. "Oh yes. My boyfriend Tommy let me drive his car all the time before we broke up". We drove along for awhile, and I told Debbie to turn onto Route 5. "Oh, were going in the direction of the quarry!" gushed Debbie. "My friends and I have lots of parties down at the quarry" We drove along in silence. Debbie was purely capable of driving the big Buick and I was relieved that I didn't have another paranoid autophobe. The sun was starting to set when I told Debbie to turn down Old Stream Mill Road. We went down the road about three of four miles when the car started to buck.
"What's happening?" said Debbie. I quickly grimaced. I had forgotten to fill the car up with gasoline before I set off with her. "I think we've run out of gas" I said. She turned and looked at me with the look she had given me earlier. "Oh?" she purred. My cock got so stiff so quickly it almost ripped through my shorts. Debbie quickly pulled the car off onto the side of the road. Before I knew what was happening she had taken off her seat belt and was un-zipping my trousers. "What are you doing?" I queried. She looked at me with a sort of pleading. "Ever since Tommy broke up with me I've been so-o-o horny." She grasped my stick with her hand and placed it in her mouth. I quickly sucked in my breath as her tongue did a St. Vitus dance on my throbbing wand. "Debbie... We really shouldn't- Oh, what the fuck." I closed my eyes and let myself bring my fantasies a little closer to reality. "How old are you, Debbie?" I asked her as she wrapped her tongue around my pole. "Mmrff..." she lifted her head long enough to mumble: "Fifteen..." "Fifteen?! You aren't even old enough to drive!" "No, but I'm old enough to fuck! Drive me, Instructor!" She un-snapped her tight blue-jeans and began wriggling out of them. I thrust my hands under the folds of her black Motley Crew T-Shirt and fondled her nubile mounds. Her nipples were small and hard. "It's too cramped in here! Let's get out of the car..." Before I could say anything, she had opened the door and stumbled out onto the poorly paved road. Her jeans were down to about knee level and she could barely keep her balance. She bent over to pull them off her legs, and I could see a dark wet stain on her panties slowly taking form. I shifted across the bench seat with my prick standing at attention, readily thrust through my open fly. She had managed to get her jeans off now, and was stepping out of her panties. Her triangle of Aphrodite beckoned. Tight dark curls accented her pink lips.
I guess she wasn't a natural blonde, hah. I unbuttoned my pants, carefully pulling them down past my cock, and let them fall to the ground. She had moved toward me and began rubbing her body against mine, sliding her cunt along my shaft, leaving a wet trail. She tilted her head at an angle to my own and whispered in my ear: "Fuck me, right here... On the hood... But don't hurt me, I'm still a virgin!" She backed up and jumped into a sitting position on the hood of the Buick. "...I don't want to be a virgin anymore... Fuck me... It's a big car..." She pulled me closer to her. I aimed my prick between her thighs and pressed gently into her dripping pussy. She bent her knees and extended her legs so that they rest on my shoulders. I wet my cock on her love juices and slowly forced it into her hot, tight little hole. She squealed with delight as I drove my eight-incher deep inside her young frame. I sank my cock in again and again, building a strong, steady rhythm. She reached behind me and grabbed my ass, pulling herself toward me as each thrust sent her shifting toward the center of the car. She seemed to be slowly approaching some kind of climax, when she exhaled suddenly and said, quite calmly, "Is this IT? Fucking isn't all it's cracked up to be. Isn't there something more exciting we can do?" I thought things were going just fine, but as I grasped what she meant, a thousand perverted thoughts flooded into my brain, as if they had been finally aroused by the prospect of realization. "Well, I could fuck you up the ass...?" I suggested hopefully. "That sounds neat! Will it hurt?" she asked. "Of course not, my dick isn't any wider than your shit, is it?" I pulled my cock out and left her little red cunt agape. She flipped over and crawled to the center of the car. "Get on and buttfuck me!" I hoisted myself onto the hood and walked on my knees to where her little asshole awaited. I figured my prick was plenty lubed, and I sank it into her anus without warning.
"Oooowww!" she exclaimed, "That's incredible!" Her little ass squeezed tightly around my turgid rod, and it grew even harder with every heartbeat. "I LIKE that! It kind of hurts, but I LIKE it!" She squirmed and gasped with every penetration I forced upon her, but she seemed to be enjoying it immensely. "Can you fuck my pussy with your hand? I want it in BOTH holes!" This girl was quite a demanding little cunt, but I didn't mind. It was free... I reached between her thighs and jammed a finger into her pussy. There seemed to be room enough (Virgin? Ha!) so I slipped another finger inside. She squeezed them tightly, but then relaxed and breathed, "Jam your whole fist inside!" What the hell, eh? I made a fist and pushed on her cunt, but there didn't seem to be room for all five fingers. "PUSH!" she yelled. So I did. I pushed hard and my fist suddenly vanished into her liquid cavern of love. I must have ripped her flesh on the way in, because I noticed a trickle of blood coursing down her inner thigh. She almost screamed with ecstasy. What a lay! It was about now that I noticed the sound of tires on the pavement. I didn't bother to look, I was too excited. I fucked her, cock and fist, until I heard a rough male voice say, "Well, well. What HAVE we got here?!" I couldn't hold back the river any longer. I yelled "Ah!" and began spurting huge gobs of sex sauce into her chocolate tunnel. "You mean you're COMING? I'm not even DONE yet!" she cried. I removed my body parts from her various orifices and sat on the hood of the car, as she gazed back around her torso at me. Her ass was dripping come and her cunt was dripping blood, as she cried "Somebody FUCK me!" I ignored her. I was exhausted. I turned my head to find out who it was that had arrived, finally alarmed at the fact that someone had been watching. I nearly cried out as I noticed the patrol car and the state policeman standing nearby, arms crossed, casually tapping his foot on the ground.
"I think I might be of service here, ma'am" he said as he removed his gun belt and unzipped his pants. A sick smile spread on Debbie's face as she saw the cop approach her. He held his stiff cock in his left hand. It wasn't nearly as big as mine, but it was thick as hell. Must have been at least 3 inches in diameter. He was going to tear that little girl to hell. I sat down by the side of the road to watch the show. "Is there a problem, Officer?" Debbie chuckled? "Yes, ma'am, I seem to be having a slight problem. My cock is hungry, and he's going to eat you." The officer squeezed his penis and jerked it toward her. Debbie lay belly down on the hood of the warm Buick and lifted her head to accept the cop's rigid cock into her mouth. "That is..." the cop moaned, "that is, if you don't eat him first!" Debbie reached around to grab the policeman's ass and pulled him deep into her hot mouth. She could feel his cock throb against the back of her throat, and she sucked hard, forcing the blood to the head of his cock. The cop grunted and began to rock his hips, shifting Debbie back and forth along the Buick's hood. Debbie arched her hips up high and then spread her legs and began to undulate against the warm metal. She spread a sticky smear of semen on the hood. The cop grabbed her head and began plunging his cock in and out of Debbie's mouth. Debbie sputtered and gagged, but didn't try to pull herself away. The cop's dick was turning an angry purple. Suddenly, he pushed Debbie's head back and grabbed his penis with both hands. Pointing it upwards, he spasemed and sent spurts of come up into the air. The semen shot upward a few inches and landed in multiple little puddles on the hood of the car. Debbie wriggled forward and began licking the sperm off of the car. She rolled onto her back, eyes closed, and her fingers found their way into her moist cunt. She spread her cunt with one hand and the other sent probing fingers deep inside.
She put her fingers in her mouth and sucked on her own cunt juice. "Isn't there anyone who can fuck me?!?" she moaned. "Sorry ma'am," said the cop, "I'm too old for a second round, but my partner here would be happy to oblige." "Where's your partner?" Debbie gasped. "Right here..." the cop grabbed his nightstick from his gunbelt and held it up for Debbie's approval. "Oh Wow!" Debbie cried, "Fuck me with your big cop dildo!" Debbie twirled around and faced the cop with her dripping pussy. "Fuck me DEEP!" The cop placed the nightstick lengthwise along her cunt lips and began slowly sliding it up and down. He twirled it in the fluid and got it good and lubricated. Debbie sighed, "Oh, please don't tease me... FUCK ME!" The cop adjusted his grip on the stick and sank it into her cunt until it would go no further. Debbie screamed with pleasure and the juices slowly ran down her thighs in filmy rivulets. She placed both her palms on her inner thighs and rubbed the thick liquid onto her belly. The cop rolled the nightstick between both hands and twisted it in and out of her cunt. Debbie licked her hands clean, "My pussy tastes so GOOD!" she gasped and reached between her legs for more. Her hips gyrated and the stick made a sucking sound as the cop pulled it out of her cunt again and again. "Ma'am, you make me feel young again!" the cop exclaimed, and he grabbed his prick. It was rock hard and ready for more. Debbie slid her body up against the policeman's torso, and with one hand slid his cock into her pussy. She screamed as the cops unbelievably wide cock stretched her cunt to the limit. "Oh my God! I'm going to come!" Debbie pulled the cop close against her and rocked wildly. She threw her head back and a deep guttural sound came from deep within her small frame. She wrapped her legs around the cop and her whole body tensed. The muscles in her thighs quivered and looked as if they were about to snap. A gush of clear fluid spilled from her cunt and formed a puddle where her ass pressed against the car.
She emitted one last guttural sigh and fell back limp onto the car. The cop continued to sink his cock into her, but she didn't respond. She just gazed up at the darkening sky. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I have yet to finish." The cop looked at her disapprovingly. "I can't... I'm worn out." Debbie whispered. The cop glared at her angrily, removed his penis, and let her legs drop to hang limply off the edge of the car. "You little slut." The cop chastised her. His penis was already softening. "Don't even know how to fuck right. I'll show you." Debbie didn't seem to care. She had already gotten what she wanted. But the cop felt otherwise. He pulled his .38 from his gunbelt and cocked the hammer. Debbie's eyes widened. "Come here and swallow THIS!" he commanded. Debbie jumped upright and stared down the gunbarrel. He shook his limp penis at her. "Come on, NOW!" he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head to his waist, pressing the gun against her temple. Debbie took his cock in her hand and stuffed it in her mouth. The soft flesh sat limply on her tongue. "Now do what I tell you and you won't get hurt," the cop instructed. Debbie nodded obediently. "Now swallow and don't spill a drop." said the cop as he proceeded to urinate in Debbie's mouth. Debbie wrinkled her face, but kept her mouth firmly closed around the cops prick. Her eyes watered as she swallowed what must have seemed like gallons of warm urine injected right into her throat. The cop smiled. "You make a right pretty urinal, ma'am. Hope you don't mind the flavor, but someone's got to teach you a lesson." The cop tensed his buttocks and spasmed. He then pulled his cock out of her mouth as she frowned with distaste. "Now just remember," said the cop as he strapped on his gunbelt, "never start what you can't finish." And with the words hanging in the air, he walked up the road to his patrol car, and drove away. I stood, guiltily aware of the growing bulge in my pants, and walked over to comfort the poor girl. THE BEAUTIFUL IMBECILE She resided at the local Bordello.
She had the body of a goddess: blonde, tanned and firm, with stately breasts that stood out proudly; perfect legs and thighs, a rounded ass that moved seductively when she walked, the face of an angel. But she had been born retarded and had the mind of a small child. Her mother had been one of the call girls. The only alternative to keeping the girl at the Bordello had been turning her over to a government institution. So she had been raised by the ladies of the Bordello, and the customers. She had been slowly schooled in the ways to please men, and it suited her perfectly; for retarded children take pleasure in the simple feeling of affection and the thrill of sex. To simplify her grooming and add to the eroticism of her appearance, the ladies had all her hair below the neck removed by electrolysis. When she was still a very little girl, she had been shown how good it felt to play with her tiny clitoris, and had gleefully taken to rubbing it. Encouraged in her natural tendency to masturbate often, she had the best of lubricants, stimulants and instruction. As she grew, the ladies found boys and then men with ever larger penises to exercise her growing vagina. She had been given only to men who treated her with kindness, and so she learned the pleasures of cunnilingus and caresses. When finally puberty had begun to render her a beautiful woman, she immersed herself in the new electricity she felt when her enlarging nipples were sucked; how her growing but still perfectly bare vagina began to open when she felt the electricity, and produce delicious liquid the help the mens' penises stroke in her so easily; how her lips and anus both became more sensitive so she could be overwhelmed by pleasure in many places. Daily the ladies bathed and oiled and exercised her, and shared her delight in sex with the understanding customers; some of the staff ladies also sought her company. When I came to know her, I felt at ease in her presence; for she was simple, good natured, and never left any question as to her motives. The first time I saw her, I had been ushered into her room where she sat on her low bed while two of the Bordello ladies did her makeup.
The sun shone through a large window, rendering transparent the baby-doll pajama top that hung cantilevered from her very firm breasts with the huge pink nipples that seemed topped with little erect penises. As she was sitting cross-legged, I saw the dark pink of her nude pussy; as the ladies worked on her, her finger played lazily with her protruding clit. To the envy of the other working girls, she orgasmed inexhaustibly, and her vaginal muscles had grown strong from this constant exercise. Her child's mind cared not at all for money, and so she received much affection from the others, who shared in the profit from her play. She took pleasure in what gave others pleasure, and the ladies had painstakingly taught her how to make love with every opening of her body, and then they taught her how to make love to themselves. She spent much of her time practicing with each lady, to give the tongue-flick or tender suction or manual vaginal and anal manipulation which that particular lady enjoyed. So it was not surprising that the others would stay with her, if a customer wished, while she gave him his pleasure; it was also her pleasure, and the pride of the others in her training. They would hold her reassuringly when a new customer came, and encourage her in her own pleasure. When they had finished with her makeup, the two ladies gave me a demonstration. All that was needed, they told me, was an erotic touch. One of them stroked her down the belly, then gently brushed her ass with a hand. Soon the girl was breathing faster, smiling. She pressed with both hands on the bone above her vagina, pulling and pushing to stretch and rub the folds of skin around her clit against one another. She never touched her clit, yet in a few moments her eyes opened wide and her vagina and anus gave a huge squeeze and kept pumping. Her face looked like a baby who had suckled to contentment as one of the ladies hugged her. My cock was straining painfully against my pants, and the other ladies helped me get my clothes off. As my erection sprang out, the beautiful imbecile smiled clearly, looking straight in my eyes.
As I approached her, she grasped it and pressed it to her vagina, rubbing herself with it, holding it close, wanting me to know my penis was loved. She so obviously took pleasure in it, pressing my shaft to herself so I could feel her vagina contracting on me as she throbbed, that I was greatly aroused. The total absence of hair made her feel so smooth and warm that before I knew it, I was spurting great geysers of cum over her belly and breasts, little drops landing on the large nubbly plains of her magnificent nipples. And I could feel her cumming also, her vagina pulsing on the underside of my cock as we felt each other orgasm. I walked to the bed to relax. As I sat down she leaned over me to lick my cock gently clean. She hugged me, like a child. Then she produced two dildos, attached at their bases to a cord. The ladies lubricated them, leaned her back on her elbows, and slowly inserted first the vaginal and then the anal pacifier. She held them in with her hands, closing her eyes, her vagina and anus visibly suckling on them. They slipped a belt around her waist and tied the cord attaching the dildos to it so it held them in securely. They sat beside her, and each began to stroke one of her rounded breasts. The girl put an arm around each one, hugging them closer to her. As she squeezed ecstatically on the two pacifiers, liquid began to flow from around the vaginal dildo with every throb. The two lightened their touch, now just brushing the large nipples with their fingers in time to the girl's contractions. In a short time they had elicited another powerful orgasm. I thought they would stop, but they pressed her breasts a bit harder, and one of them leaned over to hug the girl warmly. The orgasm never stopped; the contractions had decreased in intensity, but now they resumed and I watched fascinated as she continued steadily to orgasm, eyes lidded and breathing hard, sometimes glancing to see that I was pleased. It was the continuing that did it: somehow, her constant cumming reawakened my penis, made me want to feel the contentment she showed.
Now they moved her so our legs intertwined, and one of them held my rising erection to her clitoris, which stood out proudly from its hood, next to the valley created by the cord. The lady touched my cock to the juices flowing over the girl's buns, and began slowly to masturbate me while applying more of the juice. Soon my cock was fully hard, and with a swift motion, she untied the cord, slipped out the vaginal dildo, and with her hand gently guided my rejuvenated member into the opening, which was still contracting rhythmically. I felt as though I was still recovering from my earlier orgasm; relaxing, sleepy. But my penis was not playing along, the magnificent powerful squeezes of the girl's tireless orgasm pulled me erect, kept my penis tingling. The ladies moved to me. It was time, they told me. The two pressed their breasts against me, intertwining their arms as they surrounded and held me, touching my cock when it was revealed each time I moved outward, kissing my neck, pinching my nipples and stroking my belly as I fucked the girl, whose contractions now became more powerful as I became more aroused. When I moved in, her vagina would pull at my penis with a rolling suction from the base to the head. I was on my knees now, and one of the two was holding my testicles and pressing the underside of my cock when it withdrew, cradling me, holding me. "Let us all feel you cum", she whispered, and the other lady reached to hold the base of my cock as I stroked. They held me tight as the cum began to rise, building in tension so I barely needed to move, exploding into the girl with a force that surprised me, and continuing so that for a while we both seemed to be constantly cumming, pulsating together forever, she suckling my spurting semen. ------------ Before I visited her again I sent a friend who I knew would enjoy her to make her acquaintance alone. So when we returned together, she was unafraid, knowing both of us, having suckled and orgasmed on both our penises, tasted both our semen. This time we sent the ladies-in-waiting away. We were alone with this utterly submissive nymph whose major pleasure was the heights of sexual stimulation.
We had arranged for her to be dressed in a skimpy costume consisting mainly of straps; the top part cradled each breast but thrust the nipples out through slits, so they were slightly distorted. The bottom was a mere outline, highlighting the naked peach of her pussy and the round shape of each cheek of her lovely ass. We had also had her prepared with an enema and a coating of glistening lubricant on her openings. The ladies assured us that she had no opportunity to masturbate all day and so would be quite ready. When they left, her hand darted to her hungry pussy and she began to arouse herself. She smiled when we undressed, happy to see us and our penises. I began by filling her now wet vagina with myself and pumping vigorously until I filled her with my first load of semen. Then I rolled away, leaving my friend to fill the just-vacated warmth and relieve the desire that had built up. They copulated for a long time, during which she was steadily cumming. Watching had aroused me again, and I was idly masturbating when he finished, the sheets wet with our pleasures. I pulled her head to my cock to keep it hard while he relaxed. Soon he began to recover his erection, and I showed her that I wanted her to suck him to full hardness. I moved her so she knelt before him with her ass in the air, exposing her delicious rosebud hole to me. I got on my knees behind her and began to press the head of my penis into her anus. With amazing ease it began to enter her, and I could feel her throbs grow stronger, squeezing me as I slid so easily in. She quickened her motions on him also, and he began to breathe faster. I turned her around now, pulling out of her and motioning her to replace me with his now rock-rigid penis. She slid her rear to him as he lay on his side, reached back and helped him refill her. Relief was visible on her face as he entered her. She lay facing me, as though she might be simply relaxing. Though I could not see it, I knew that there was a hard cock in her anus, bringing a warm pleasant look to her face.
I lay down facing her, and she put her arms out to me and pulled me close. I lifted her leg and now saw my friend's balls and the base of his penis as he was slowly pumping her. She had a look of desire on her face, and her pussy looked lonely as it moved with his strokes, being manipulated only indirectly. She put her hand on my cock and guided it to her entrance. Slowly I entered her, much more slowly than my friend's strokes, so that I felt the movements of his cock pressuring her; the point of contact was slowly moving down my shaft as her vagina engulfed more of it. Finally I was fully in her, my erection lying still to feel her throbbing as the cock behind her pussy generated exquisite strokes of pleasure on mine. We pumped her slowly, first alternating then timing our strokes simultaneously. Slowly, languidly, the three of us let our excitement rise. She would reach to her clitoris when she fell behind, and one of us would slow down so the other could stay apace. After a long time, we were all poised on the threshold of orgasm, all panting. The crescendo was approaching and she turned her head to be reassured by my friend that he was ready, then nestled it against my chest. She was the spark that set us off, her hips quivering as she came down hard on our cocks with a gigantic squeeze. We erupted together, each of us feeling the orgasming of two others encouraging our cumming to continue, to throb again and again, to fill her with semen unending, sometimes all throbbing at the same time, a team effort at simultaneous expiation. I had never come for so long, so many pulsations, and, I was sure, so much creamy semen. We all lay there for a time, coming down, returning to the world pleasantly drained and at peace. Our two erections subsided very slowly. THE PREGNANT GIRL Even with her breasts pulled heavily down, her cleavage aroused me. Her dress was too short, her sauntering walk in the August heat too inviting for a mother. When we were finally alone, I told her I'd never seen a pregnant lady naked.
'I would feel so much better that way...it's so hot...', she responded; so we both worked to peel off the awkward clothes. Her breasts, no longer restrained, hung full, almost touching the swollen belly. Her nipples were dark and very large, and grew instantly erect when the cool air touched her perspiration. I touched one of them. 'They're so sensitive..', she invited, and I tasted it gently. We fell on the couch. When I touched her thigh, she lifted her leg. Her pussy was dripping. She had an almost perverse fascination for her sex parts. She told me how she likes to watch herself masturbating in a large mirror, and how it arouses her to watch the contractions of her vagina and anus when she cums. That, she explained, was how she had gotten pregnant: alone one day, she had decided to spend it with herself and her clitoris. She had relaxed all day, and then unplugged her phone and taken a very hot leisurely bath. The steaming water made her feel she was in a different world, floating warm and safe, far from reality. She titillated herself with delicate strokes of her fingertips across her nipples and her belly as she shaved her underarms, her legs, and all of her pubic hair. She liked to see herself as naked as she could, and so regularly shaved herself as completely as possible, even becoming quite expert at the area around her anus, which she could manage only by touch. When the water began to cool she had toweled off, slowly massaged body oil into as much of herself as she could reach, coated her vaginal and anal area liberally with heavy oil, wiped her hands and spent some time brushing out her hair. She lay back on a stack of pillows on her bed, facing a large mirror, with a large drink. She had a lamp that cast a spotlight on the area between her legs, warming it as well. The bath and the oil made her skin feel very soft and sensitive, and the steady drone of the air conditioner blotted out all noise. Usually when she masturbated she would fantasize, but now she felt comfortable with herself, and wanted to feel her own fingers stroking the silky smooth outer lips of her vagina slowly up and down, pressing a bit on each trip as they passed over her clitoris.
Presently in the mirror she saw the lips begin to pout and then to part slightly. Her loins began to tingle and she could feel herself lubricating. She propped her head with the pillows so she could relax completely while watching the source of the pleasure she was feeling. She paused to squeeze one of her nipples very hard, and noticed the subtle movement of her vagina that accompanied the throb she felt. She did it again, and a droplet of her moisture began to trail down toward the pink of her naked anus. She pulled the lips apart with both hands, causing her erect clit to stand out, throbbing visibly as she tugged. She began to stroke and squeeze the area just above her clitoris very gently, rewarded with one throb for each stroke. She watched her inner lips begin to swell and pout. The trail of moisture had reached the entrance to her anus; she took pride in the quantity of liquid she was generating. Now, with a dollop of Vaseline on her middle finger she began to rub back and forth across the upper part of her clit, pressing more firmly as she became more aroused. She lay her head back, luxuriating in the comfort as the tingle grew in her loins, welling stronger, until her vagina had begun to blossom open in the crescendo before orgasm. It spasmed hard in one of those cums that left her still tingling, letting herself down still rubbing slowly, holding one of her soft breasts in her other hand. The need was still there, and soon she had her vibrator pressing next to her clit, bringing her toward another climax, and then another. She worked on herself until she felt drugged, lethargic after hours of masturbating and many orgasms. When one of the local boys had walked in unannounced, she hadn't even tried to stop him. ----------------- Now, she felt at peace, languid on warm summer days, and the small movements within would comfort her. Sometimes on a weekend she spent all day in gentle orgasms. In the morning, we would eat without ever getting dressed, her swelling belly almost resting on her thighs. She ate slowly, tasting every mouthful; then we would lay together, touching, kissing, teasing our bodies and slowly making love.
Once she started, it took only warm words and gentle pressure on her clitoris to produce several throbs. She lay on the couch listening to the stereo while I worked, stroking herself to the slow music. Sometimes I just sat and watched her lovely nude vagina and anus, squeezing every so often to her touches. I'd come by, lean over and kiss her to a few throbs, and she would take my penis in her mouth to run her tongue around the head until it began to swell. She just lay in her juices; it would crust her buns, and when I came, my semen stayed where it landed in a trickle down her chin and neck as she swallowed. In the evening I brought dinner to her. Eating reminded us of the delicious things we'd tasted, and after eating she continued her mild orgasms. They were heavy, lazy, and her nipples barely showed the erection of her earlier orgasms. After dark, I finished the chores while I watched her slowly press a dildo at her pussy until it was swallowed completely. I could see her contract on it as she eased it in, and my penis was again aroused. I stood over her to have it sucked full hard while she pushed the dildo with her heel, her hips slowly heaving. The climax of our climaxes was a long, slow lovemaking. We'd get comfortable and I'd slide into the wet and tired pussy in place of the rubber surrogate. As we rocked together, she would squeeze one of her nipples and one of mine, and I would do the same. Our identity had so merged that the distinction had blurred between making love and masturbating. We were lying on our sides, so she was able to take the lower breast in both hands. She squeezed the puffed aureole with her thumbs and a squirt of milk ran over her hand. As she shifted more to her back to lick it from her hand I leaned forward to suck the swollen nipple. A small quantity of milk flowed, and it made her hotter. "The other", she whispered, and I repeated what had been done, tasting her warm, somehow familiar milk. Now she began to milk the breast in earnest, pulling with both hands. Hot streams of milk washed my chest, and I could feel her pussy contract on me as her hands urged milk from the nipple.
Timing my thrusts to her tit-milking, we brought her to the brink, and held her there for many seconds. With wide eyes, she pressed her clit to me, using me to stimulate herself when needed, holding the cum just on the edge as her vagina slowly expanded in the wind-up before orgasm. When finally it contracted on my penis my orgasm was triggered, sending hot streams of semen to mix with her juices and leaving us with eyes closed, wallowing in a mixture of our secretions, feeling one another's fading throbs as she pressed her belly and breasts to me, holding me tightly in her arms. THE SEX CLUB Was a most amazing theater. Circular, its perimeter was a ring of spotlighted alcoves under columned arches, in the style of a medieval church. Also well lit, but less brightly, was the main floor. It was terraced like a small stadium with a round playing field; everyone in it was easily visible, and every surface was heavily padded. Patrons were lounging, talking, relaxing. But this was no ordinary club, for the only clothing worn was decorative. No one hid their genitals, buttocks, or breasts. They were in couples or small groups. Some were stroking one another, or masturbating. On the far side of the arena some young couples were fucking slowly on the padded benches. In each alcove was a woman or man or couple or group, turned on and displaying themselves for all to see. Some were quite frenzied in the passion before orgasm, and as I looked around the alcoves, a few could be seen cumming. I had a rock hard on. Never had I seen so many people enjoying themselves so shamelessly. The performers would orgasm, and soon rejoin the audience, to be replaced by others. In one alcove, a large closed-circuit TV magnified a plain glass dish. Several men had cum in it, some of whom now lay watching. A girl stood in the center of the alcove, moving slowly, heavily. She was tall with large features, was deeply tanned, and just verging on too-large. A pack of batteries was strapped to her waist, from which a wire led to her nude completely shaved peach slit. She was breathing deeply, covered with perspiration, her breasts heaving.
In the bright lights, a clear glistening trail could be seen running down her thigh and leg. Now she turned the vibrator higher, inhaled sharply and ground her hips forward. Her movement shook the dish on the TV screen so you could see the glittering semen. She leaned back against an elevated platform to steady herself; I was fascinated by the voluptuous spread of her soft buttocks against the platform, and the delicate jiggle of her large nipples. She spread her legs apart and we all saw the end of the inserted vibrator. She touched a finger to the contents of the glass dish, and slowly coated in turn her left and right nipples and their large, dark aureole, then her puffed labia with a liberal coating, then her mouth and lips. From the next alcove entered a couple. The boy had been sucked for quite a while and was about to cum. The girl held his penis over the glass dish, and with a few expert strokes added large drops of his hot semen to the mixture. After he recovered, the couple rejoined the audience. The voluptuous woman turned up the vibrator again; her spread vagina was quivering at the edge of orgasm. She lifted the newly replenished dish and poured some of its contents on her protruding clitoris, then sipped the remainder to hold in her mouth. The audience drew closer to watch. Her orgasm began with several rapid contractions and a loud groan. She slid lower as she reflexively pulled her knees up, and closed her eyes tightly, her long hair matted against her sweaty shoulders and the cum on her face. The contractions became slower but stronger; she sped up the vibrator for a second, and an incredible squeeze hid the vibrator, turned her anus into a dark puckered tuft, and gushed honey down her buns and onto her thighs. Her nipples were bumpy and rock rigid as her breasts heaved. A creamy trickle on her chin betrayed the liquid she held in her mouth. Eventually the contractions abated, and she threw her head back, resting on her elbows on the platform. The girl whose lover had provided the last contribution to the glass dish had been masturbating as she watched; now she rose and went to the performer, who was still having mild contractions.
Bending forward exposed her finger still rubbing her own clit as she leaned to kiss the voluptuous woman deeply. She was trying to get the cum into her own mouth, but succeeded mainly in covering both their faces with it. As I turned my attention elsewhere, the girl was returning to kiss her lover with now very slippery lips, and the voluptuous woman had turned the vibrator up again and was rising toward another climax. ---------------------------------------------- In another alcove, a well-built blonde was being gang-banged. She reclined on pillows, her arms shackled to the stone wall behind her, knees pulled upward and apart by padded rings on ropes. Her position splayed her ample breasts, and there was a dark wet area on the padding between her buttocks, so wet it glistened. Like a boxer between rounds, an older woman was wiping her face while another mopped her shaved, swollen vagina. She squeezed hard, ejecting the last liquid over her delicate anus, as the old woman cleaned her and applied more lubricant. Now into the spotlight walked a couple. His wet erection and her wet reddened mouth spoke of their preparation. The girl held his cock, and moved to sit next to the blonde woman, snuggled against her hip. She led the penis she had fellated so that the tip touched the blonde's clit and rubbed it up and down. The blonde began to respond, which turned the girl on. She held his cock at its base and guided it into the blonde, fucking her with it as she studied the blonde's reactions. The guy acquired his own motivation, and began to move powerfully, while his girl pressed against the imprisoned blonde to feel her movements, her hand still holding the base of his penis. Soon the girl's face showed she was feeling the throbs of his cumming, and she reached now with both hands to cradle his pulsations while the blonde wiggled against her. Now she urged him to withdraw, knelt and carefully and slowly licked the juices from his declining penis. The blonde, not having cum, was very hot; when the old women began to wipe her, she motioned them quickly away. A man with a very large hard-on was next in line. He walked directly to her, put his hands on her knees, and slid easily into her well lubricated opening in one long stroke that filled her vagina and opened her eyes wide.
He pumped her so vigorously her breasts bobbed in rhythm. He spoke her name as he tirelessly pumped his massive organ, wet as he withdrew it on each long stroke between her wet and oiled lips. She began to grind her hips to increase the force even more; her body tensed, her nipples stood out, she strained against her restraints. She yelped as she came, and he stopped for a moment to feel her throbbing. Then he resumed pumping, she still climaxing. Now, as his face showed he was near orgasm, he pulled out and knelt beside her, pressing his about-to-explode horse cock against her face with both hands. She became even more excited, struggling vainly to reach it with her hands. We watched his cock swell in a final spasm, then pulsating shots of semen hit her face, her hair. He twisted to deposit large dollops on her belly and her quivering breasts. As his orgasm faded, he milked several drops onto a nipple. Then he bent to kiss her, and as he left the two attendants returned to prepare the still-undulating body for another ride. -------------------------------- Having moved close to observe the action, several of us were crowded together. I felt other bodies; I was realizing the fantasy I have when I purposely rub against women in a crowded saloon. Soft breasts and buttocks brushed my skin, and my erection touched some of them. A woman whose butt my hard-on had pressed against turned and gave it a squeeze, smiled at me, then walked on. I moved beside a short young woman and looked down at ample, well-stuffed bosoms and a healthy sprinkling of freckles in her cleavage. Her nipples were erect; quite small for the size of her breasts and very red, like strawberries. I turned and pretended to accidentally touch her, but as I did she took my arm and held the back of my hand to her warm belly, pressing a rounded breast into my arm. I pulled her away from the crowd and found a space on the padding, watching her buttocks undulate as I walked behind her. When we were sitting, she pulled a pill bottle from her bag. They were 'Ludes, she explained, and poured out two of them for each of us. We watched each other's faces as we swallowed them.
We talked and touched hands for a while, and then the drug began to loosen us like a few stiff drinks. We sat facing and reached to one another's genitals. She studied my penis as she held it, looked up to see the expression on my face. A couple next to us were masturbating each other with lubricant; we asked to borrow some. The woman produced a bottle and handed it to the freckled girl, who began to rub some on me. This woman was a tall, slender strawberry blonde; her long hair was quite disheveled and she was covered with sweat. Her man was a well-muscled middle aged fellow sitting cross-legged with his stout, heavily-veined penis standing proud and glistening with lubricant, bobbing as it throbbed. She stared at the freckled girl with large gray eyes. While her man continued to grip her with his thumb on her clit and two fingers in her pussy, she reached to help the freckled girl grease my penis. Her hands began to stray, stroking the freckled girl, who closed her eyes and became absorbed in the stroking. Now she pulled the
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