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pushing seamen toward the treacherous deck.
“We’ll be killed,” a young man yelled.
“Then be killed, dam you, but save your ship. Get
those hatch covers on now,” he threatened.
Jason, Mat, and Peter reluctantly ran out on deck.
They took the hatch covers and fought the wind and waves to put
them into place. Waves washed over the ship, threatening to wash
the men overboard. Their yellow rain gear wouldn’t help to find
them in such a storm, if they did go over the side. Of course
they wouldn’t live long in the freezing waters 300 miles off the
costs of Newfoundland.
Below decks a cute little brunette in rain gear sat
with one hand on each side of the tiny toilet, as she tried to
pee without getting the dangerous chemicals splashed into her
pussy. She didn’t need toxic shock now, not when all hands were
needed on deck. But nature called, even in a massive storm.
Pee gushed from the tiny pussy into the blue liquid
sloshing below. On some women a pussy was simply a huge ugly
gash between their legs. But on Mandy, it was a tiny,
intricately-carved treasure of great beauty. In addition to being tiny,
her pussy had small delicate lips, a perfectly-rounded mound, and
it was surrounded by clear, unblemished skin. It was neat and
clean, or as sailors were fond of saying, it was eating
material.
At the moment, it was just something that Mandy
peed with. She wiped her small, sparsely haired pussy on a wad
of toilet paper, then stood and began pulling on clothing. She
wiggled into her wet panties, grabbed her wet trousers and pulled
with all her might, while squirming and wiggling like a snake.
It seemed that every particle of wet clothing wanted to stick to
her slender white legs. Her yellow rain trousers were last.
These slid on easily. Snapping the suspenders, she pulled on the
ugly hat and ran up the ladder while snapping the strap beneath
her chin.
Mandy Baker started to spring out on deck, but the
First Mate grabbed her arm and slammed her back against the
bulkhead.
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“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Out there to help.”
“No you’re not. I’m not coming back with the only
woman onboard dead or lost at sea. Back down below.”
Mandy knew he had a crush on her. Most of the crew
did. She couldn’t help it if men found her attractive. She
didn’t join the crew to flirt, she simply wanted to work like the
rest of them. And long line fishing was the easiest way to make
a lot of money fast.
“Fuck you,” she said, pushing past him. She
immediately regretted her perseverance. A wave hit her full in
the face, smashing her head into the cabin. Her ears rang and
white lights flickered in her eyes. Slowly her vision cleared.
She found herself in the firm grip of the First Mate.
“Th… thanks,” she said reluctantly.
“You’re welcome. Now get back to work, break’s
over,” he said, pushing her into the melee.
“You are such an asshole,” she screamed as she ran
to help with the hatch covers. She heard a hammer banging away.
The ship was old, made of wood. Nailing was the only way to
guarantee that the covers stayed sealed. She ran forward and
plopped her rounded ass down on a cover. She felt the vibration
of the hammer striking the hatch through her ass and pussy. It
was quite a thrill.
She saw the next wave curling over the ship. She
yelled a warning, then grabbed the edge of the hatch cover. The
wave tried to tear her free, but she held on. The water cleared
and she saw the other three seamen running for cover. She shot
to her feet and ran for the cabin. She had a brief glimpse of
the Captain, up on the bridge staring down at her. He looked
frightened. But there was so much wind and rain in her face, it
was hard to see anything. She could be mistaken. Only the
wildly flickering lightning, lit the deck so she could find her
way.
The First Mate met Mandy at the hatch. “Bilge pump
can’t keep up with the water. We need a bailing party right
now,” he yelled, pointing below.
“Are we sinking?” she screamed to be heard against
the wind. It was easier for a man’s voice to be heard over the
wind, than a woman’s.
“Yes.”
“Don’t sugar coat it on my account,” she murmured
as she ran down the ladder. Buckets were being passed out. Her
descent was stopped by a five gallon bucket, half full of water,
being shoved against her chest. She started to hurry up the
stairs, but found the First Mate waiting with his hands out. She
passed the bucket on to him and turned to receive the next. The
first bucket went flying past her face, down to Peter, who was
dipping. He started to complain at being splashed, but stopped
at the First Mate’s dark scowl. Mandy handed the next bucket up
the stairs. In a moment it barely missed her face, on the way
back down. She glared and the First Mate signaled that she
should stand back on the right side of the stairs. In a few more
minutes the bailing party was running smoothly. But it wasn’t
enough. The water came in around hatches, the gangway near the
front of the ship, and the matching hatch and gangway beneath the
bridge. They were losing the battle.
“Isn’t there some kind of emergency pump?” Mandy
screamed.
“Yes,” the First Mate said, as he took the next
bucket.
“So why aren’t we using it?”
“It’s on the pier. It needs maintenance.”
“This sucks,” Mandy said, feeling her fear
intensify. In all likelihood, they were going to die. She knew
that fishing was a dangerous job, but she always believed that it
would claim others, the sloppy or ill-prepared, not her. Her
life was too ordered, too planned to die at such a young age.
“Tired?” the First Mate asked.
“Exhausted.”
“Take a break.”
“Not unless everyone else does.”
“We will, one at a time. You’re first.”
“Oh,” Mandy said, collapsing on the stairs.
“Not there, up on the bridge. Give the Captain a
report on our status, and get some coffee into you, it will be a
long night.”
“What IS our status?”
“Fucking grave. I think there’s a hole somewhere.
The holds are half full, we will sink in… three hours, maybe
four unless the weather clears. The only good news is that the
flooded holds have steadied the ship so it’s easier to bail.”
“Oh hell,” Mandy said, climbing past the First
Mate. She stopped and looked back at the hectic scene below, it
seemed surreal. The harsh emergency lights gave a ghostly aura
to everything below. The First Mate tossed a bucket full of
water out on the flooded deck, then motioned for her to leave.
She gave a shudder and hurried up the ladder to the bridge.
“How is it?” the Captain shouted over the roar of
the wind.
“Bad, Captain. The First Mate say’s we are going
down in three, maybe four hours.”
“I figured. I want you to go to the forward
section and see if you can find any damage. I think a hard wave
may have cracked her ribs. Look for a hole up forward.”
“I… I don’t know anything about ships.”
“Do you know about water?”
“Yes sir.”
“Then get forward and look. This storm is
predicted to last for another 8 hours. We don’t have that
long.”
“Yes sir,” Mandy yelled, running down the ladder.
She explained to the First Mate on the way past, then went out on
deck. It was hell. In normal weather the 87 foot long liner
seemed short. But in the wind and waves, it was pure death. It
took Mandy seven minutes to make her way 20 feet across the open
deck. She arrived at the forward hatch battered and drenched.
She didn’t want to make that trip back again.
The comparative silence inside the forward
compartment was a blessing. Salt and mold assailed her nose.
Tar and old ropes filled the compartment. The ship had been
built in 1947, it was made of wood, unlike most new vessels. The
tar was used for patching and maintenance. Now, as she looked at
the black buckets, they were floating in water. She took the
emergency light from where it hung beside her, and shined it
around the locker. She immediately saw the problem. A broken
board was allowing a deluge of water inside. Could she fix it?
Mandy was getting hot in the small cabin. She took off her rain
gear and approached the hole. She pried open a black bucket and
retrieved a wooden slat floating in the water. She dipped the
tar out of the bucket, then dabbed it at the hole. The running
water kept most of the tar from sticking. It simply shot inside
on the gush of water, and bobbed around her with the assortment
of trash. It wasn’t working. She stopped, pressed her foot
against the hole, and pushed, trying to push the two pieces
closed. The broken board disappeared through the hole, letting
in three times the amount of water.
“Oh fuck,” she yelled. They were lost and it was
all her fault. Of course she didn’t have to tell them that.
“Oh shit,” she screamed, quickly pulling on her
rain gear as the water collected in the little room up to her
knees. Before she had her rain gear on, it had reached her hip
pockets. The water was as cold as death.
“No!” she screamed again at the water. She
hurriedly climbed the wooden ladder and undid the hatch. She
slammed the hatch cover down and locked it. A wave roared over
her. She felt herself going over the side. She screamed and
grabbed at the railing as she was about to be flung into the
water. She held on for dear life, watching the wake of the bow
crash beneath her face. After a brief struggle she regained her
footing. The crew was rushing around the deck, the First Mate
screamed orders, and the Captain yelled down at them all
indiscriminately. He saw Mandy approaching and yelled to the
First Mate. The First Mate turned and handed her a life
preserver.
“What about the survival suits,” she screamed over
the wind.
“No time. We are going directly into the
liferafts.”
Mandy shrugged into the life jacket, then froze in
terror. She couldn’t believe her eyes at first, then didn’t want
too.
“Look!” she screamed. The Captain turned and
looked at the wave curling over the boat. He let go of the wheel
and hurried down ladder to join the others. The inflated
liferaft was jerked out of their hands by the wind. It flew over
the side, but Peter and Mat held it’s rope to keep it from flying
away. As each crewmember grabbed the rope, they dove over the
side, one at a time. None turned to see the ship rolling over on
it’s side and disappearing beneath the waves. The lights were
still on as it sank, leaving an erie trail of light as it made
it’s way to the bottom. An endless wave washed over Mandy,
submerging her for several minutes. She held her breath, kicking
toward the surface with the rope still in her hands. She broke
surface and took a gasp of air, just before another wave hit her
in the face. Rather than trying to swim to the raft, she began
pulling on the rope, one hand at a time. In a moment she bumped
into another body.
“Pull,” she screamed in a shuddering breath. “Go
the other way.”
Mandy was chilled to the bone. At first the water
had chilled her neck and ribs, as it worked it’s way beneath her
rain gear. Then it struck her pussy and chest and she was really
cold. Now she was cold clear to the center of her being. She
knew her core temperature was dropping. It was hard to hold onto
the rope, with her frozen hands.
The weather was too horrible to distinguish
features, she could only see a flash of yellow in the raging
waters ahead of her. The man screamed and flailed at the water,
then pulled himself toward the raft. The could see the raft in
the frequent lightning flashes. A light flashed atop the canopy,
barely discernable in the rain, wind, and waves. The trip seemed
endless.
Some time later, Mandy was pulled into the raft by
a group of frozen, desperate hands. She was so cold she could
barely feel her body, but she did feel a pair of hands touching
her breasts in the darkness. She didn’t care, the hands were
warm. She passed out or fell asleep.
“We are going to die,” a small, frightened voice
said from the darkness. Mandy’s eyes blinked open. She looked
around. It was early morning, she could barely distinguish the
shapes of men leaning against the yellow rubber tent around her.
The raft was full of water, up to the tops of their reclining
legs. Nobody had bothered to bail.
“Of course we’re going to die,” the First Mate
lashed out. “We don’t have a chance in hell of surviving long
enough to be rescued.”
“Why?” Mandy asked in a scratchy voice. She tried
to move her legs and found a heavy body laying across them. She
kicked it away. It was a dead body.
“There’s a dead man in here,” she shivered.
“The Captain,” the First Mate said regrettably.
“He couldn’t swim, he drowned. I found him tangled the end of
the rope. He got off easy. It will be a long haul for the rest
of us.”
“Why won’t we be rescued?” Mandy insisted.
“Because we have been blowing ahead of this storm
for the past 8 hours, with the tent on this liferaft acting as a
sail. We are now a hundred miles northeast of where the ship
went down, or in other words, the middle of the ocean. And to
top that off we don’t think our mayday was received. You can
fool yourself, but we are fucked.”
“Bullshit,” Mandy said, kicking the dead Captain
away. “Somebody get rid of the Captain, please, we need the
room.”
“We might need him,” the First Mate said
sullenly.
“Why,” Mandy regretted the question the moment she
asked it. Suddenly the answer was clear. He might be their only
source of food.
“Get rid of it,” she insisted.
“Go ahead,” the First Mate shrugged. Two seamen
leaned forward, pulled the dead Captain to the opening, and slid
him out.
“These rafts have fishing gear and emergency water
gear, don’t they?” Mandy asked.
“Yeah, for all the good it will do us.”
“You stupid shit, you are the First Mate. You are
supposed to be trying to save us!” Mandy screamed.
“I was First Mate of the Victoria, not this fucking
raft. If you want saving, do it yourself.”
“Somebody please find the distillery,” she said to
the dark faces around her. She saw a figure digging into a
canvas pouch. He handed her the inflatable distillery. He
retained the fishing gear, knife, and flashlight.
“The catch basin is full, but salty,” Mat called
after sucking briefly on the rubber straw. Rain water had
collected on top of the raft and run down into the catch basin.
But so much saltwater had blown around, as to make the water
undrinkable.
“Drain it,” Mandy said reluctantly.
“We don’t have bait,” Peter called anxiously.
“You just chucked it overboard,” the First Mate
growled.
“Oh shit,” Mandy said, putting a hand over her
mouth. “I didn’t think of that.”
“He’s right there,” Jason said. Mandy could see
him pointing through the opening. She crawled to the opening and
looked outside. Captain Rinker was floating face down, just a
few feet away. She leaned out and pulled him close.
“Does anybody have a knife?” she asked. She heard
the click of three knives. She accepted the first one and cut
the rope trailing from the raft. The Captain was starting to
drift away. She paddled the raft closer and grabbed the
Captain’s shirt. By poking a hole through his collar, she
anchored him to the boat with the shortened rope. She felt a
hand on her rounded ass as she began to reenter the raft. She
turned to find Jason facing her.
“Did you lose something?” she asked.
“You have a nice ass… Well I figured if we are
about to die anyway, I would like to… I wanted to
touch…”
“I understand. You’re a virgin, aren’t you.”
“Yes.”
“Well let’s get the line out, and the distillery
going, then we can fuck. It would be a great way to warm up and
get our minds off things. But first, can you guys bail this
damned water out of here? I would like to sit on something
dry.
“What with?” Mat asked.
“Well… use your shoe,” she said, seeing nothing
else around. Even the First Mate began to bail. Licking his
lips, his eyes never left her ass. Mandy knew what he wanted, it
was actually the same thing that she wanted. She hadn’t had a
good fuck since… 11th grade?
“Oh gross,” Peter said, cutting into the dead
Captain’s arm. “Somebody else can do this next time,” he said,
tossing the three baited lines into the water.
“You won’t need him next time, save the fish
innards for bait. They work better anyway, unless somebody feels
like opening the Captain up and using his liver.
“You guys can do what you like, but I’m getting out
of these wet clothes,” Mandy said, pulling up her shirt. The
eyes of the men widened in anticipation. Her white bra-encased
tits jiggled as they sprang free. Jason inched forward, licking
his lips in anticipation. The sun suddenly appeared over the
horizon, giving the scene a pleasant orange glow. Mandy smiled
sweetly, seeing that she had the men’s attention. She reached
behind her and unsnapped her bra. Her tits were white, cold, and
covered with ridges from wet clothes. But to Jason, they were
the best pair of tits he had ever seen.
She rubbed her cold tits, then reached up and slid
her wet clothing into the ridge above her. The bra dangled
enticingly near Jason’s face. He leaned close to it and
inhaled.
“Sniff all you want, I want what comes off next,”
the First Mate said, looking at her ass. She smiled and shucked
off her shoes, then rolled down her socks and handed them to the
First Mate. He scowled and tossed them against the side of the
tent.
Mandy grabbed the belt on her trousers, then
stopped, looking around the spacious raft.
“Well?” she asked, looking from one face to
another.
“Well what, do you want us to turn around?” the
First Mate sneered.
“No, but I don’t see why I’m stripping alone.”
“Because you are the best form of entertainment for
hundreds of miles around,” the First Mate said, but he began
pulling on his shirt. The other’s followed his example.
Mandy forced her pants down and off her ankles.
Sitting naked and cold in her white panties, she suddenly felt
dirty. She looked through the opening of the tent, only to see
the white flesh of the Captain bobbing outside the door.
“We really do have to get rid of him,” she said in
disgust. “I want to take a bath.”
“I’ll take care of it,” the First Mate said. He
laboriously hacked off a hand, stuck it in the compartment
outside, with the life ring, then pushed the body away. The wind
had picked up again. It quickly separated the raft from the
waterlogged body. With a shiver, Mandy slid over the side, into
the freezing water. She washed quickly, under her arms and
between her legs. In seconds, she was scrambling up the small
four runged ladder. She fell into the raft, shivering. Jason
quickly covered her shivering body with her plastic rain
jacket.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered in her ear. She
looked at him, shivering half to death, and gave him a brave
smile.
“So who’s first?” the First Mate asked
casually.
“I… Jason,” she shivered, turning to face the
men. “I want Jason to fuck me first, but I will go down on one
of the other three.”
“I’m all for that,” the First Mate smiled. She
nodded and crawled near him.
“Wh… what do I do?” Jason asked nervously.
“Here, I’ll talk you through it,” Mat said
eagerly.
“Oh, oh, he’s in trouble now,” Peter joked. He
moved closer to Mandy and took her hanging breasts into his
hands.
“Oh hell, that feels good,” Mandy gasped, looking
down at his gently kneading hands. The First Mate was now naked.
He spread his legs and coaxed Mandy forward. Mandy crawled
between his legs and lowered her mouth to his cock. It had
gotten hard in anticipation.
Mandy felt her panties being jerked off her ass.
She closed her legs so the panties could be taken off without
destroying them. In a moment she lifted her feet and the panties
thrown across the tent. Naked, but not overly-cold, Mandy spread
her legs wide. She felt several hands caressing her perfectly
rounded ass. In another moment one mouth glued itself to her
pussy and began sucking. The tongue began probing her young,
tasty pussy flesh. A second mouth began kissing the rounded
cheeks of her ass. It licked and kissed her pleasantly-shaped
ass liberally, then concentrated on licking her asshole. She
moaned in delight. This elicited a sympathetic moan from the
stolid features of the First Mate.
Peter pushed the First Mate’s leg aside and laid
beneath Mandy. His mouth began feasting on her ample left
breast.
Mandy was in absolute heaven. She desperately
wanted to feel a cock plunge up inside her pussy, but the
combined forces of three mouths was pleasure enough for any
woman. She knew that a cock in her pussy, would preclude a mouth
on her ass. She liked the mouth reaming her asshole. Nobody had
ever done that too her before. It created a warm, pleasant heat
in her ass.
Peter’s mouth on her breast was absolute heaven.
The warmth and electric thrills from his mouth spread throughout
her chest and down to her pussy. The mouth in her pussy licked
her and there, as if tasting every little portion of her woman
sex. It finally concentrated on her clit and began licking it
brutally. Mandy moaned and nearly bit the First Mate’s cock. He
felt the teeth on his cock and hissed. His hand went to the back
of her head, then rested there as she bobbed up and down on his
stiff manhood.
Mat pulled Mandy’s ass cheeks apart and tried to
stick his tongue inside her ass. His forehead was pressed
against Jason’s, who eagerly licked he clit, occasionally sucking
it into his mouth. Finally he dropped his mouth to the lower
part of her cunt, inserted his tongue into her vulva, and tongue
fucked her as quickly as he could. He could taste her abundant
juices. The combination of sea salt and her natural sweet
lubricant were amazing. He had never smelled or tasted anything
so erotic.
“I need to fuck her,” Jason gasped. Mat
reluctantly backed away. He crawled on his knees around Mandy
and laid on his back so he could nurse on her right breast.
Mandy loved this change, but not as much as she loved the touch
of a hard cock at the entrance to her pussy. She paused, waiting
for that first initial thrust. When it came she cried out around
the First Mate’s cock and sank all the way down to it’s base,
like a sword swallower. He moaned and held the back of her head,
forcing her to stay down for several minutes. He finally
released her as she began to struggle for breath. By that time
Jason was pounding away at her ass. She was heating up quickly,
about to have a major orgasm. She was afraid that Jason just
wouldn’t care. He would continue on until he was satisfied. She
clamped her pussy shut around him, trying to hold him in place
for a moment and slow him down. It only served to intensify the
feeling inside her womanhood. The thrill she received from the
cock plunging in and out was enormous. At times she even forgot
to pleasure the First Mate. He didn’t seem to mind, he knew that
prolonging his blowjob would only intensify his orgasm.
Mat and Peter nursed on her tits like a pair of
twins. They sucked and caressed her soft flesh, intensifying her
pleasure even more. She was in absolute heaven. Nothing had
even come close to the pleasure she was feeling. Now she saw the
advantages to an orgy, and knew why it was so popular. She
didn’t know it was possible to feel so much pleasure, from so
many different areas. Even the blowjob she gave the First Mate,
gave her pleasure. She needed something to suck, while going
through so much intense enjoyment. Everything felt absolutely
perfect.
It was no wonder that her orgasm hit her like a ton
of bricks. At one moment she was marveling at the heat and
electric jolts of pleasure in her lower body, then her orgasm hit
her instantly. She screamed, holding the First Mate’s cock in
her hand and pumping it absently, while her pussy spasmed around
Jason’s cock. He continued plunging in and out of her pussy,
even while she was coming. She cried softly, enduring the savage
thrusts of Jason’s cock, his pounding hips, and the wonderful way
his balls pounded against her clit. As she became sensitive, she
tried to pull away for force him back, but he ignored her futile
efforts. Suddenly he cried out and stiffened, jerking against
her lush ass and moaning loudly, while his cum filled her hot
pussy. The juices combined to create a great heat in her
womanhood. Her loins were boiling, already anticipating a second
good fucking. She continued to fist the First Mate’s cock. He
began moaning and tried to force her hand down on his cock.
Suddenly realizing why he was so urgent, she dropped to her
elbows and engulfed his cock with her open lips. She was just in
time. His cock began spurting thick white cream into her waiting
lips. She swallowed urgently, until she caught up with the
spurting liquid, then sucked gently until his orgasm stopped and
the flow of cream as well. She sucked for a moment, despite his
objections, then licked the head clean, before sitting up on her
heels.
One good thing about making love in a raft, was
that her knees didn’t hurt. They were well-padded. Mandy went
to the opening in the tent, sat on the rubber inner-tube, and
spread her legs wide. With four eager eyes watching, she managed
to wash her pussy clean. She slid back inside, then noticed
something pulling on the rope, surrounding the raft.
“The rope is moving,” she pointed.
“The fishing lines,” Mat gasped, racing forward.
He wrapped the line around his knife handle so he could pull the
fish into the boat. It was a very large fish, a variety of
drum.
“Food,” Mat said joyously.
“We won’t starve today,” Mandy said happily.
“Our turn,” Peter said anxiously, grabbing Mandy’s
right breast. Mat nodded in agreement. He checked the now
frayed piece of the Captain’s arm, then tossed the line over the
side. The fish flopped on the raft floor near the First Mate.
He retrieved his knife, from the sheath on his belt, held the
fish by the gills, and skewered it’s head. He tossed it into the
unused side of the raft, while refolding his knife.
“He’ll probably go fifteen pounds,” he said in
satisfaction. “Could last us for several days.”
“We can’t cook it, should we dry it?” Mandy
asked.
“Naw, we need all the moisture we can get. Dip it
in salt water for a while and it will taste just fine. You’ll be
surprised.”
“Our turn,” Mat said urgently.
“Yes, I’m sorry,” Mandy said sweetly. She had been
told once that if a man needed sex badly, his balls would hurt.
The way Mat was holding his hand on his crotch, reinforced that
theory.
“While you guys are fucking, I’m going to eat,” the
First Mate said, crawling toward the fish.
“Let me wash up first,” Mandy said, then giggled
when she saw the First Mate pause with the fish in his hand. He
smiled and shook the fish, then flipped out his knife.
“I would like to eat you,” Mat said hesitantly.
“I just fucked her,” Peter said in disgust.
“Hey, that doesn’t ruin it, you know,” Mandy said.
“All is need is somebody to hold my feet while I wash it
out.”
Mat nodded and moved closer. Mandy sat on the
inner-tube, in the opening, and slid her ass out over the water.
While Mat held her feet, to keep her from falling, she opened her
pussy with the fingers of her left hand, while flushing it out
with her right.
“That’s fucking cold,” Mandy growled.
“I’ll warm it up again,” Mat promised.
“BBBBLLLLLLLAAAAAATTTTTTT!!!” the raft vibrated
under the blast of an air horn. Mandy screamed and pulled
herself into the raft. She peeked out to see a huge oil tanker
bobbing to the South, less that a mile away.
“Holy shit,” she said, grabbing clothes and
throwing them on. “It’s a ship!”
The First Mate stopped chewing. He looked at the
raw fish in his hand and tossed it across the raft. He wiped his
hands and started dressing as well.
“But it was our turn,” Mat objected as he watched
Mandy’s smooth ass sliding into a pair of pants. She gave him an
amazed look and buttoned her shirt.
“The world is full of ass, fuckhead, but the ocean
is not full of ships,” the First Mate said, pulling on his shoes.
“Which would you rather do, fuck and die, or live and pick up a
piece of ass later?”
Mat looked from Mandy to the First Mate, thinking
hard.
“I’m flattered,” Mandy laughed. “There’s a boat
coming.”
The First Mate destroyed the raft before stepping
into the lifeboat. He watched with a sad look as it sank from
site.
“It’s only a raft,” Mandy said, putting an arm on
his shoulder.
“No, it’s the last piece of the Victoria, and the
last we will see of the Captain. I suppose we should have
returned his arm for burial, but I’m not touching the damned
thing.”
They were welcomed aboard. The crew was
immediately ushered to their own quarters, a stateroom for Mandy,
and berthing with the crew for the guys. It was good to get warm
and full. It was good to see bright light and people. But Mat
still had one grip.
“Oh, ok,” Mandy said as they sipped coffee. “Get
Jason and come down to my cabin,” she said with a forlorned look.
Mat jumped to his feet and ran off. Mandy smiled and finished
her coffee.
“You finally told him,” the First Mate said,
walking up behind her.
“Yeah. I figured he’d suffered long enough. You
dropping by later?”
“Sure, I could use a good fuck, and you certainly
are a good one. We are three days from New York, have fun,” he
said, walking off chuckling.
“Oh I will,” she whispered, looking around the mess
decks at the crew, who looked back at her with a great deal of
interest. Of the thirty faces around her, only three were women,
and two of those looked interested.
“Oh I certainly will,” she sighed happily.
Tags: New experience Open the door into a new world of sexual delight. View Author’s Copyright Information Diana strutted through the swinging glass doors like she was entering the mall or her favorite coffee shop. In some ways, her mindset was the same.
I’m just coming to see what this is all about, that’s all, she thought to herself. After all, what could happen?
Three steps into the space, her strut become something more like a stutter and then, a complete stop.
Before her, instead of some type of lounge with a long, mirrored bar, cozy booths and tables one could stand by to kibbitz with friends after a long day’s work, was something she’d never even imagined was possible in this suburban pool of simplicity and homogeneity.
Instead of a posh bar, Diana found herself taking in a huge, warehouse-like space, sparsely lit, with bare steel posts supporting a ceiling painted black. There were things in here. Things like what looked like a giant wooden “X” with cuffs bolted to it, and benches padded with leather, studded with steel rings and leather cuffs, a bed inside some kind of a steel cage. One wall was covered with pegs and held what her mind could only describe as Torquemada’s toy collection: whips, leather things with thick handles and dozens of falls; riding crops; chains; ropes; steel tings that looked like they were designed to hitch horses to; a glass-enclosed case filled with medical devices; another just as full of dildos and vibrators - there was simply too much there for her to take in.
What on earth? her mind managed as he stepped into her view.
“I see you decided to take me up on my invitation, Diana,” he said, standing before her in a pool of light that might have simply appeared above him for all her overwhelmed mind could tell. He was dressed differently than when they’d met, but it fit him. A well-loved pair of Levi’s stuffed into a recently shined pair of black leather boots, a short-sleeved shirt not quite buttoned all the way, allowing a peek at tattoos she never imagined were covering his chest in the business suit she was used to seeing him in, and a black leather vest, of all things.
“Wha - what is all this?” She managed, her voice almost squeaky it came out so high. She cringed inwardly at the stutter and wondered at her complete inability to speak in the presence of this unbelievably magnetic man.
“This …” an expansive gesture, a sweep of his arm encompassing the unbelievable background he stood against. “Well, you asked if I’d show you how I like to relax some time,” he answered, dark eyes glinting at some internal joke. “This is how.
“Now, if you will simply trust me, I will give you an experience like none you ever dreamed of. Are you game?”
How could she resist that smile, those shoulders, thick with muscle she longed to run her hands over, those hands - rough, even though he spent his days behind a desk, or those eyes - she definitely could not resist those eyes; she hadn’t been able to, even when they were interacting in a business setting. His eyes were what had drawn her to accept an invitation for a drink. A drink that had turned into a dinner. Then two dinners. Then … But he had always been a gentleman. A peck on the cheek good night. Never even alluding to a desire for something … more. And then yesterday, he had given her a business card - an odd one, as it was black, and held only an address, printed in white on one side. Nothing else - and said, “I’d appreciate it if you’d come by at, say, six?”
It wasn’t a question, the way he’d asked that.
And here she was, standing in shadow looking at this amazing man, who seemed totally relaxed in what she could only think to herself was some kind of dungeon. She considered turning around right then and leaving, but something stopped her.
“Will you trust me?” he asked again, his eyes seeming to bore through her, to lase every possible doubt from her mind, to reach down to her very toes and fill her with a warm desire she found almost embarrassing.
She couldn’t speak, and only nodded, scared, but absolutely enthralled with the swarm of outlandish ideas careening through her mind.
“Good. Then I am going to put some music on while you strip.”
While I STRIP?!!? her mind almost screamed at the way he nonchalantly delivered command. While I WHAT??!!?! Yet her hands moved of their own volition, letting her purse strap slide slowly down her arm, then allowing her business coat to follow. Next, those traitorous hands began unbuttoning her blouse - fumbling - but still still unbuttoning, even as her mind raged against her almost slavish obedience.
From somewhere off in the dark, she heard him ask, “Do you like trip-hop?” in a light, almost boyish tone. She kept peeling clothing from her body - unzipping her skirt and letting it drift to the floor, bra clasps next, then panties.
“Should I leave my stockings on?” she asked in a clear voice - no stutter. Her hands refused to fly to her mouth and cover it, even though she wanted to stop herself from complying.
“That would be nice,” he purred in her ear. How had he gotten there without her noticing? Music that sounded almost slinky began to fill the space with lush tones as his hands found her bare skin and that traitorous skin reacted, goose bumps raising and shivers of absolute ecstasy thrilling down her spine. He’d never toucher her other than to shake her hand or give her that little, teasing peck on the cheek. And here she was, naked, absolutely enraptured by the simple caress of his calloused hands.
He slid those hands down her shoulders and arms, past her hands to her thighs and then back up, caressing her hips and her sides before bringing them to meet each other at her spine, and then back down, slowly, to her ass, and back around to her hips.
“I like those stockings a lot,” he murmured, as he gently but firmly guided her toward one of the pools of light half-way across the room. There was a bench there - covered in leather and with steel loops bolted to its rough wooden frame.
“Wha - wha …” she tried vainly to blurt a question, but her mouth was acting as traitorously as her hands had.
“Shhhh. Just trust me,” was his firm reply as he stopped her in front of the bench, which had a knee-level padded “seat”, but a padded top as well. “Kneel here,” he instructed as her body obeyed, in spite of the screeching, gibbering mad-woman her mind had become. How could she just obey when this HAD to be wrong? Yet she obeyed.
Her mind almost won it’s battle against her inexplicably willing body when he seized her right wrist firmly and began wrapping coarse rope, which smelled of some rich-scented oil, around it. He gently bent her over the bench then, passing the rope through one of the steel rings toward the bottom of one leg and then through another on the left leg, then tying her left wrist in the same way as he had tied her right.
He stood then, and it dawned on her that her bare-naked ass was completely exposed now, as she knelt on the bench, and that her pussy, which she discovered was getting wet of all things, was about to be exposed because he had just grabbed her left ankle and pulled her knee so that her legs were spread and he was tying her ankle now! And now the other one! Her pussy just got wetter. The protests in her mind that absolutely refused to escape her lips got louder.
And then his hand was resting on her ass. And he was asking her a question.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” she actually asked clearly. Fucking mouth!!!! her mind screamed.
“I said, are you ready, my dear?” he repeated. Her mind was completely silent at the word “my”. And she understood.
“Yes, Sir, I am. I am ready.”
Where did that come from?” she calmly asked herself as he began gently rubbing her ass, and then patting it.
THWACK!!!!
Her mind shut itself completely as he swatted her ass, hard. Her mouth gave a little half-grunt, half-sigh. He hit her again, and her pussy began to throb with radiating waves of heat and sensation. Again, and she actually sighed. Sighed! She marveled at the thought as she felt her body again betraying her and relaxing into the spanking he was giving her.
THWACK!!!!
Although his rhythm was increasing, he continued to hit her just as hard as he had the first time, and she could feel her ass reddening as her sighs became gasps and grew to little cries of joy as she felt an orgasm build in her loins.
THWACK!!!! THWACK!!!!
“YES!!!” she shouted as the first wave of an incredible orgasm burst up through her body and washed back down over her, only to be followed by the next, stronger wave. “YES!! YES!! YES!!” she shouted, coming hard, beginning to get a sensation of floating on the waves of ecstasy her pussy was flooding her with.
Suddenly, he stopped. She sobbed a little when the next strike did not land. She yelped when his hand was suddenly there, back on her ass, gently rubbing the redness, and she sighed when his voice appeared, almost magically, in her ear keeping a little bit of her in the here and now.
“You liked that, didn’t you?”
“Oh, yes Sir,” she gushed. “May I have more?” The madwoman in the back of her mind almost escaped at those words, almost made it back into where she was floating, almost convinced her she had to find some way to stop this … this filthy invasion of her body.
“Good girl,” he whispered, and she came again as the simplicity of the words filled her with utter joy.
She jumped a little as fingers of something cool and almost soft began running over her hot ass.
THUD.
“Ooh!” escaped her lips as the first blow of whatever he had touched her with flooded her with new sensation.
THUD.
This was different, and just as sexually exciting as the spanking, her pussy beginning to radiate anew as he began landing blows on her ass, shoulders and back.
THUD. Harder now, and she could feel the falls almost as individual touches. In a moment of involuntary lucidity, her mind explained what was happening to her. Flogged. I’m being flogged. Her mind shut up as another unbelievably strong wave of orgasms washed over her.
He built her back up so a screaming, floating frenzy of orgasmic bliss before stopping and stepping around the bench to stand in front of her.
“I knew you would like this,” he whispered, grabbing a hand full of her long, blond hair and picking her head up as he bent to kiss her roughly. “You do like it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she managed, once she caught her breath from the sheer electricity of the kiss. “I like it. I like it.”
“Good. Good girl,” he said, looking deep into her eyes. “I can give you more of myself, now that I know you like this. And you can give me all of yourself.”
“Oh, god, yes!” she almost shouted. “Take me. All of me. Please.”
“Good,” was his only reply as he stood and unzipped his pants. Her mind, now quietly but amazedly watching as her body went through the ecstasies of this unbelievable abuse, wondering as her body eagerly opened her mouth to accept the gift of his cock.
She sucked with abandon, feeling not violated, but loved as he fucked her face. She came almost as soon as he had put his cock in her mouth, and as he continued, her pussy kept her awash in orgasmic waves of pure sensation. She wanted more when he stopped and moved away, but lost even that thought as she felt his cock, wet from her mouth, slide into her pussy, which was soaked from the beatings. The orgasms she had then, as he fucked her mercilessly, were more completely engulfing than ahy she had ever felt, and when he finally relented, she felt wrung out, completely, yet also completely full.
She could only feel grateful when he came back to her mouth, and she smelled her own arousal as she sucked him in again. And she came once more as he did, filling her mouth with the sweet-salty taste of his orgasm.
He knelt then, by her head, and wrapped his now bare arms around her shoulders, letting her head fall on his shoulder as she panted and slowly returned to earth.
“Good girl,” he murmured to her, comfortingly. “Good, good girl.”
Her mind merely marveled. And began to wonder when she could have more of this unbelievably amazing thing he had introduced her to.
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Click Here To Visit Big Girl Sex!“What do you think about Tech School,” asked Miss Ames, “it’s got a great computer department, one of the best in the area.” Britt Cain looked intently at the brochure her guidance counselor had placed in front of her, and replied, “I hadn’t even considered that but from the looks of it maybe I should!” It was a lot of work trying to pick the right college, and as counselor for two hundred seniors, Anna Ames had all she could handle scheduling appointments with each and every student. Britt was the exception to the rule, in that she had already done some research on several colleges that might be of interest to her, so it made her job much easier. After about twenty minutes or so, Britt began to fidget, and was constantly tugging at the upper shoulder strap of her bra. “Is something wrong, dear,” asked Miss Ames, “you seem to be in great discomfort!?!” “Oh, it’s nothing, really,” replied Britt, “it’s just that these stupid straps practically cut me in half, my shoulders are killing me!!!” Since they were tucked away in Miss Ames’ private office, and the next appointment wasn’t scheduled for another half hour, she knew that no one would be bothering them for quite some time, so for that reason, Miss Ames offered, “Let’s get you out of this blouse and loosen up those straps, or at least move them to a different spot!” Not quite sure how to handle the situation, Britt haltingly began unbuttoning her blouse, extremely embarrassed that she had let herself get so overweight and that Miss Ames would be literally disgusted with her appearance!!! While most of the time she wore utilitarian under garments, today she had on a very low cut lacy white bra that barely covered her nipples, and when she shrugged off her blouse, Miss Ames got a good look at the large expanse of soft tit flesh and large plump tummy said in a soft voice, “My, my, you have a beautiful chest, dear, what size is it?!” “Forty double D ma’am,” the eighteen year old replied quickly, feeling proud that her teacher was so impressed by her heavy chest! “Okay, let’s take off the bra so I can massage your shoulders,” intoned Miss Ames in a slightly husky voice, here, let me help you with the hooks,” and with shaking fingers unlatched all four clasps, freeing the large chest from its nylon prison. Miss Ames began rubbing Britt’s shoulders, working her fingers into the spots where the bra straps had been cutting into her skin, and as she relaxed, the young teacher massaged her sore shoulders, causing Britt to close her eyes while enjoying the feel of her teacher’s warm hands on her body!!!
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“What a crummy way to spend a nice spring day,” Linda thought to herself while staring out the window from her sixth period math class. Her mind was quickly snapped back to attention, however, when the sharp voice of Sister Mary Marie cracked, “Are you ready to join us now Miss Burton!?!” “Uhh, no, I mean yes,” Linda stammered, “I was just thinking, that’s allŅ.” “Well think about this,” the nun replied harshly, “if you don’t get with the program you’re going to be taking Algebra II all over again, do I make myself clear???” “Yes ma’am,” Linda answered quickly! She was getting ready for yet another verbal assault from the old biddy when thankfully the bell sounded ending the period. “Ņ.problems 1-25 on page 77,” Sister Mary Marie called out to her exiting group of students while at the same time taking Linda by the arm while indicating for her to remain behind. “Shit,” Linda said to herself, “how long’s this gonna take?”
After everyone had left leaving only Linda and the nun alone in the old class room, Sister Mary Marie turned to face the eighteen year old and offered evenly, “I’ve just about had it with you young lady.” “I-I’m sorry, Sister,” Linda replied contritely, “I promise to do better, I really will!” “I’m afraid that’s not good enough,” Sister Mary Marie replied, “so I’ve been thinking about it for a couple of days now and feel it’s time that I gave your mother a call and explained the situation to her personally!”
“My mother,” Linda asked nervously, “w-why do we hafta talk to her?” The old nun stood with her arms crossed and an impassive look on her face while replying, “Because it seems that’s the only way to get your attention!” A feeling of desperation swept through her, and in a last ditch effort to keep her mom from becoming involved Linda blurted out helplessly, “Please, Sister Mary, I’ll do anything you asked, just don’t call my mother!” The Sister stood silently for a few moments while giving the whole matter a bit more consideration before asking, “Anything, you’ll do anything that I ask?” Sensing a ray of hope in the nun’s tone Linda literally blithered, “Oh, yes, anything, just name it!!!” The fiftyish women eyed the young woman for a moment while reaching out to gently rub her bare arm. “You’re a very pretty young woman,” the nun offered quietly while continuing her caressing, “and I’ve always had a weakness for pretty young women.” Linda was in a state of near shock at the sudden turn of the conversation since she had hardly expected a woman of the cloth to talk in such a trashy manner! “Now, as for the “anything” you were talking about,” the old nun said evenly, “I think that I have just the chore for you!!!”
“W-what are you doing?” Linda asked weakly while being led around the back of the nun’s large desk where she was pushed back down into the swivel chair. “I’m just making you more comfortable,” the old woman replied a matter of factly, “while I do this!” The “this” as she called it caused Linda’s eyes to widen like saucers, because as the young woman looked on with her mouth hanging open, Sister Mary Marie sat down on the edge of the desk and proceeded to pull the hem of her habit above her waist, exposing the hairiest pussy she had ever seen in her short life!!!” It was almost like witnessing an accident-everything was in slow motion but you were powerless to do anything about it! That was exactly how Linda felt when the old nun reached out and pulled her mouth directly to her gray haired cunt!
“Mmmmmmm, you young things know just how to make a pussy purr,” Sister Mary Marie sighed while holding Linda’s mouth tightly to her mons. The eighteen year old senior tried desperately to catch her breath, but all she managed to inhale was the semi acrid aroma of the older woman’s drooling organ. Her nose was thrust directly against
the nun’s huge clit while her tongue probed in and out of the cavernous pussy. Loud sighs of pleasure escaped Sister Mary Marie’s lips as her young charge sucked and licked her steamy labia, and within only a matter of moments her pussy wrenched hard as an orgasm simply crushed her into submission. “Oh my god,” she sighed while savoring the wonderful sensation of young mouth on mature hot cunt, “you are indeed a wonder, child!” As Linda was beginning to regain her senses she pulled her mouth from the dripping snatch and said softly, “I-I think I’d better be going.” “Not quite yet, dear,” the nun replied sternly, “we still have some unfinished business to attend to.” “Like what?” Linda asked nervously. “Well, since you did such a wonderful job on me, it’s only fair that I return the favor,” the sister whispered urgently.
Sucking the old crone had been bad enough, but picturing in her mind the old biddy between her own legs made Linda nearly blanch. “Uh, that’s okay,” she replied quickly,
“I’ve really got to be going!” “I wasn’t giving you an option,” Sister Mary Marie replied evenly, “now lift up your skirt and let me take off your panties!” Linda shuddered and closed her eyes while lifting her blue plaid skirt high above her waist, easily exposing her plump vagina which was encased in a pair of white cotton panties.
“Very nice, very nice indeed,” the old nun muttered under her breath while dropping to her knees, “you seem to have a very well developed vagina, very puffy!!!” Linda kept her eyes tightly shut while trying not to think about what was happening in her nether region, but she moaned softly when the sister kissed her softly through her panties right on the lips. With her hands slightly shaking Sister Mary Marie hooked her fingers in the elastic waist band and tugged the skin tight undies down over Linda’s smooth slim thighs until they were down around her ankles. “S-sweet mother of god,” the old nun gasped when Linda’s mons came into view, “almost as smooth as a baby’s bottom!” And it was too, nearly hairless and bulging with her clit poking out obscenely between the folds of labial skin. “I’ve never seen anything quite so beautiful,” the sister sighed while leaning forward to plant several soft kisses on the young woman’s now dripping crack. Linda’s body stiffened for a second, but only for a moment as seconds later the sister’s warm tongue slithered into her crack and contacted her now very distended clitoris. “Oh, my,” the young woman gasped, “oh, oh, right there, yesssssss, right there on my clit!” Sister Mary Marie may have been and old woman, but she could suck pussy like nobody’s business and that is exactly what she proceeded to do! Like a bitch in heat she literally devoured Linda’s clit as she voraciously licked, sucked, and slurped her hard little organ! Wantonly Linda thrust her hips forward, offering her pussy to the hungry cunt lapper dressed in a nun’s habit! Wrapping her girlish legs around the sister’s neck, Linda locked her in place and began bucking her hips as her climax roared through her cunt, leaving her shaking and mewling like a new born baby!!!
With Linda still gasping for breath, Sister Mary Marie stood up and after lifting her habit out of the way, pressed her hairy cunt against Linda’s and began humping her for all she was worth! Both women were soon moaning together as their clits snapped back and forth over each other until in unison their bodies stiffened and simultaneous orgasms over took them both!!! “M-my god that was unreal,” Linda whispered into the nun’s ear, “just unreal!!!” “Mmmmmmm, yes it was,” Sister Mary Marie replied, “it was the best ever!!!” Both of them were quiet for a moment as they collected their thoughts, but finally the sister said softly, “Now, about calling your motherŅŅ..”
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Jonelle sat in the dark, staring at the images flashing on her computer screen. Her finger was busy attacking her erect clit while her eyes focused on the large black cock impaling the tiny thin white girl deep inside her hairless pussy. A push of the mouse and another image jumped to the screen, this one of another white girl, but this time sucking on the knob of a huge ebony cock. The girl in the picture was very young, perhaps eighteen or nineteen years old, but the look on her face was that of absolute satisfaction and submission. Her eyes were focused upward, looking directly at the face of the black stud who was feeding her his erection. Jonelle’s cunt contracted hard, the first sign of the deep orgasm that shook her body. Her finger flew over her clit, occasionally dipping into her hole to get lubrication for her hot little nub. Ever since she had her first orgasm, she had fantasized about being forcefully taken by a black man with a huge pecker. Why someone gets fixated on a certain sexual desire or fetish is something for the psychologists of the world, all Jonelle knew, was that the mere sight of a large black erection made her cunt wet and her knees go weak. What excited her even more, was if the cock in question was poking itself into a young white girl. With the advent of the world wide web, anyone could find sexually explicit material that satisfied his or her needs. For Jonelle, this meant spending her evenings cruising the interracial sites looking for images of giant black men having their way with innocent young white girls. While she had never had any sexual contact with a male of any kind, she was sure that when the time came, she would give up her virginity to a black man with a huge cock. At least that’s what she hoped!
The next day at school her friend Ashley pulled her over and in an excited voice said, “You should see what I found on the web last night, it’s a chat room about sex, you wouldn’t believe it!!!” “What do you mean about sex,” questioned Jonelle, “how to do it or what?” “No silly,” laughed
Ashley, “people talk dirty to each other to, you know, get off!” “Wow, really,” asked an interested Jonelle? “Yeah,” replied Ashley, “you gotta come over after school, we’ll do it together, okay?” The two girls agreed to meet after school and go over to Ashley’s house. When they got there, the house was empty, no one else was at home. Ashley sat down at the computer
and quickly booted up, several minutes later she was entering her name in the chat room directory and said, “Well babe, we’re in!” Using the moniker “hot18F”, several males quickly contacted
her in hopes of having a private chat. Ashley picked out one who called himself “HungLong” and
typed a reply. After a few pleasantries, HungLong got down to brass tacks and started asking very intimate sexual questions. Ashley kept answering, as well as asking a few of her own. I no time flat she had HungLong cumming all over his keyboard! Jonelle watched in fascination as her friend traded hot talk with the unknown stranger. After about a half hour Ashley logged off and shut down her computer. “Isn’t that just unreal,” she exclaimed, “getting a guy off with your computer, just amazing!!!” Jonelle agreed that yes indeed it was amazing, and wrote down the
URL of the web site that hosted the chat room. She definitely would have to check this out for herself!
Later that evening, after finishing her home work, Jonelle sat down at her computer and dialed up the chat room web site. She called herself “HotWhite18F”, hoping that this handle would attract
a black man. For the better part of an hour Jonelle didn’t answer or send any messages, she just
observed what was happening, who was talkative, who wasn’t, who was vulgar, and who liked to keep it clean. People left the room, only to be replaced by others, many with unique chat room names. It was just one of those names that caught her eye, and made her heart leap, “BlackMeat”
suddenly appeared on the screen, and within seconds he was knocking at her cyber sex door! “Hey baby,” he wrote, “how about getting together with a thirty five year old black stud?” It was now or never, and Jonelle took the plunge and replied, “I’m a eighteen year old white girl who has never had a black man before!” “Well baby,” he replied, “I have nine inches of hard black meat just for you!” Jonelle’s heart raced as she and her mystery stud traded hot sexy talk, this was much more exciting than looking at sexy images! The chance to interact with another person was a real turn on! After both of them had cum, they promised to meet again the following night at the same time. This went on for several weeks, and Jonelle began to feel that she really was coming to know her cyber sex pal! They not only traded hot sex talk, but also the mundane everyday stuff that friends just exchange with each other. It was this normal everyday stuff that made Jonelle feel like BlackMeat was becoming a true friend. It was at this time that Jonelle made the first overture that maybe they could get together and meet, and it was quickly decided that they would meet on Saturday afternoon in the food court at the local mall. So that they would recognize each other, Jonelle would wear a red sweater vest and a Chicago Bears baseball cap, and Rod, his real name, would wear a black leather jacket and cowboy boots with silver toe guards. It was finally going to happen, and Jonelle could hardly wait!!!
Jonelle sat nervously at a table, sipping an iced tea and constantly scanning the room for her cyber lover. Just when she was ready to give up and leave, a tall handsome African American man approached her table and stated, “You must be Jonelle, I’m Rod!” Jonelle was instantly taken by the raw power that seemed to emanate from this huge black man, and her vagina instantly dampened at the prospect of seeing him nude! He excused himself for a moment, went over, bought himself a Coke, and returned and sat down at her table. “Like what you see so far,” he asked in a deep throaty voice? “Yes, very much,” she replied, “do you, I mean, do you like what you see too?” He laughed an easy laugh and answered, “Just fine, you look just fine!” After having had a number of orgasms together over the net, neither one really had many sexual secrets hidden from the other. That was of course except for the fact that Jonelle was a virgin, a little item she had omitted from her cyber sex resume! When she told Rod that she was really a virgin and had never done anything like this before, he became real excited and took her by the arm and
led her to his car. In a few minutes they were in front of a newer apartment building, and Rod said, “This is where we get out, this is my place!”
With his big arm around her waist, they climbed a flight of stairs to the second floor where he unlocked his door and let them in. The apartment was dark and cozy, with African artifacts, pictures, and rugs dominating the decor. After weeks of cyber sex, Rod knew that Janelle was
fascinated by the sight of naked black men, so he slowly began removing his clothing, starting with his shirt. Jonelle sat quietly watching as more of the muscular ebony body was exposed to her. Her pussy was now leaking like a sieve, her panties becoming wet with her juice. Finally Rod was down to just his under shorts, a pair of tight maroon bikinis. A huge lump was clearly visible through the thin material, and he stepped closer to her so she could get a better look. “Take them off baby,” he ordered, and with trembling hands she tugged them off his hips and down to his ankles. For the first time in her life Jonelle was staring at the real thing, an erect penis, and a huge black one at that!!!
Jonelle slowly reached out her hand and ran it softly along the length of the bobbing erection. It felt so alive in her hand! When she brushed over the bulbous head, it jumped a little, startling her
at its sensitivity! Her mind was totally into seeing and feeling this strange and wonderful new toy when Rod brought her out of her reverie when he said, “Let’s get those things off, right now!” Jonelle reluctantly released the black penis, and slowly removed her clothing, never letting her eyes leave the hardon that was pointing directly at her. Rod watched with fascination as the young white girl stripped off her things. When she got down to her bra and panties, a rush of adrenaline shot through him. This was going to be unbelievable turn on! This little blonde white girl looked like she was only thirteen! She wore a tiny 32A bra, a garment that was really totally unnecessary, due to the fact that her breasts were nothing more than two puffy pink nipples on a flat chest. Her panties were white cotton bikinis, that any preteen could have worn. When she was finally nude, Rod could see that her pussy had just a hint of fine blonde fuzz covering her bulging little lips. Now standing before him, Jonelle worried that he would not approve of her, and send her away. When he told her to turn around so he could see her ass, she was positive that he was displeased with her! What he said next, however, made her heart leap, and her pussy drench! “From now on bitch, when I call, you come, do you got it,” he ordered? In a low but obviously thrilled voice she answered back, “Yes Rod, whenever you call!!!” Now was the moment she found out what her place would be with him, when he replied to her, “Another thing bitch, from now on you call me master, do I make myself clear!?!” By now Jonelle was close to having a climax by just being near the black dominate and his huge erection, and the hard sounding tone of his voice made her feel like a very submissive white pussy.
What happened next was the most extraordinary thing that Jonelle had ever experienced in her entire life. Rod took her by the waist with his two powerful hands and lifted her up until her pussy was directly in front of his face. She had seen pictures of men eating pussy, but she was nowhere near prepared for the oral assault Rod made on her little cunt! Pulling her pussy to his lips, his long tongue snaked out, running up and down the length of her little crack. Jonelle, feeling like a rag doll in the giant’s huge hands, moaned loudly when the insistent tongue found her little clit. It only took a few seconds for her to flood his mouth with her cunt juice when she had her first orgasm with another human being! Rod gave her cunt a few extra licks for good measure, and then put her on her knees in front of him. “You know what to do bitch,” he snapped, “so fucking do it!!!” They had talked about it enough in the chat room, and Jonelle knew exactly what Rod wanted, and what she wanted to give him! Her mouth opened and let the
purple cock head slide smoothly into her virgin mouth. The feeling was like none she had ever felt! It was like submission and power both at the same time! Power, because she knew that she was the one who caused her master to get this magnificent erection, and submission, because she was on her knees paying him homage with his hard cock in her hot little mouth! With the head in her mouth, she cupped his heavy balls with one hand, and jerked his thickness with the other. This was so much better than she had ever hoped it would be! Her white skin contrasted against his ebony body, the massiveness of his genitals, his perfect muscular build, and his dominate nature all combined to turn her clit into his sexual slave!
While she wanted him to ejaculate into her mouth, Rod had another idea. Sitting down in an easy chair with his cock sticking straight up, he beckoned her to climb on top of him. Nervously she did as she was told, but even though she would do anything for him, this being her first fuck, and he being so large, she couldn’t help but feel a little apprehensive! Rod sensed her fear, and not wanting to ruin their relationship before it even got started, he talked soothingly to her, assuring her that he would be gentle with her, especially during their first time. With shaking legs Jonelle
wobbled unsteadily, the huge head now brushing against the lips of her drenched cunt. “Okay baby, lower it slowly, yeah, that’s it, nice and easy,” urged Rod, while he helped her guide his dick into her tight little pussy. Jonelle tried desperately to relax her cunt muscles, but that was hopeless! Her pussy was a bundle of tightly wrapped nerves, and the only way in would be with force! With her grinding down and him pushing up, the big head slipped in with almost a snap. The initial feeling of being stretched caused a momentary sharp stab of pain, but as her cunt became accustomed to having such a large invader inside of it, the pain was gradually replaced by
pleasure. When Rod was sure that she was ready, he pushed a few more inches inside of her, stopping when he could tell she was becoming uncomfortable. It was hard for him not to slam his meat all the way in with one stroke, in that just looking at the white little bitch riding his cock was enough to make a normal man blow right then and there! When he was about half way in, Rod pulled almost all the way out and slowly thrust back in, being careful not to go to far. With each stroke he went a little deeper, until he had her fully impaled on his hard erection. Jonelle’s pussy was absolutely on fire, the mixture of pleasure and pain almost being more than she could bear! What she couldn’t believe was the immense size of it all! She would never have believed that he tight little pussy could accommodate such a large cock! At some point, and she wasn’t sure when, Rod had stopped thrusting, and she started bouncing up and down on his hard fuck pole! Now she was totally in his thrall, addicted to the huge penis filling her tiny cunt! She thought that her first orgasm had been hard, but she was ill prepared for climax she was about to experience! Her cunt muscles contracted on the massive prick, trying to grip onto the thick tube steak, but to no avail! Instead, the contractions turned her pussy into a sexual inferno! Rod had never felt such a tight pussy, and seeing how this delicate little white suburban girl had turned into a black dick loving cock hound, well, it was more than his pecker could stand! When Jonelle felt the first white hot blast of cum spurt into her cunt, a thunderous orgasm shot through her straining pussy! Now both of them had lost control, Jonelle practically jumping up and down on the big stud, and Rod forgetting completely about being gentle, rammed his meat in and out of the little white pussy! When it was over, Jonelle collapsed against her master, giving him little kisses all over his hairy chest. Slowly Jonelle felt the big dick grow soft and slip out of her now aching cunt.
While driving back to the mall to pick up Jonelle’s car, both of them made plans to meet later that night in the chat room. Now, they would really have something to talk about!!
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She glanced at her watch sleepily, which lay beside her. It read 7:36 AM. Yawning, she stretched her arms above her head before slowly climbing out of her sleeping bag and slipping some jeans on. She had slept in black silk panties, a baggy white t-shirt, and socks. She removed her shirt and replaced it with a forest-green blouse, slipping a brown hooded sweater over. She slipped on the pair of old shoes she had brought, and stepped out of her tent.
Samantha had always loved the mountains. Ever since she was a little girl she had camped up in them several times each year, at first with her family, but as she got older she started to go by herself. She felt at home amongst the trees and the brisk air, with none of the smog and crowds of the city.
This camping trip was her last for the year, and she planned to make the best of it. She was going to stay up in the mountains for two whole weeks, all by herself. It was heaven. No annoying co-workers, no over-protective family, just her and miles and miles of forest.
She glanced around. It was incredibly foggy. She could barely see anything farther away than thirty feet. She shivered as she felt what she thought was a pair of imaginary eyes on her. Shaking it off, she leaned back into her tent to dig through her bag for breakfast, fishing out a loaf of bread and some peanut butter. She found a butter knife as well and made herself the simple breakfast of a peanut butter sandwich.
She sat down on a flat rock as she ate, staring into the foggy nothingness that surrounded her campsite. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that while it was nice having a bit of solitude, she wished she wasnt alone.
As soon as she finished, she stood lazily, thinking a morning walk would be a nice start to the day. She headed down a path she had taken many times over the years, mostly because it ended at a small lake.
As the leaves and twigs crunched beneath her feet, she was reminded of how alone she was. The only sounds were her footsteps and the occasional chirps of birds. She jumped as she suddenly heard an entire tree branch snap and fall. She stopped, looking around, trying to see past the wall of fog that blanketed everything. As far as she knew, no large animals inhabited this mountain range. So what could have made that sound?
She shrugged it off and kept walking. Soon she could just barely see the edge of the lake, and she hurried to its edge, sitting on a small boulder, glad to be in a slightly more open area. She turned to face the water, the lake looking eerie in the fog. She froze as she heard a soft, muffled footstep behind her.
She quickly turned in the direction of the sound, but there was nothing there, just the trees. But when she turned back to face the lake, she instead found herself staring into a pair of bright gold eyes.
She gasped, leaning back slightly. The creature in front of her was wolf-like in appearance, with a long muzzle ending with a black, wet nose and pointy, furry ears. Its body was covered in black fur, and it had a black wolfish tail that was slowly waving back and forth, as if wagging in slow motion.
The distinctive thing was that this creature stood upright on its hind legs, with its forearms ending in clawed hands. The creatures bone structure was a mix of human and wolf, so that if it wished it could drop to all fours and walk as a regular wolf did.
The creatures expression and posture suggested he was attempting to dominate Samantha. He leaned forward, his hands coming to rest on the rock she was sitting on. His movement caused her to fall onto her back on the flat rock, which unfortunately for her was a sign of submission.
Samanthas breathing had very quickly become panicked and desperate. She had no idea what this creature was or what it wanted, but she knew that she wanted to get out of there.
The wolf suddenly leaned down, its muzzle near her breast, and he took the fabric of her sweater in his teeth, tearing it with little effort, doing the same to the blouse underneath it. He was clearly irritated to find her bra in his way, and he practically yanked it off, tossing it with his muzzle to the ground.
Samantha suddenly felt very vulnerable, and she crossed her arms over her breasts instinctively. His hands came up and took her wrists, dragging her arms over her head and pinning them to the rock.
He leaned down, and touched the tip of his long tongue to one of her nipples, starting slowly licking the hard nub.
Samantha couldnt contain the soft moan that escaped her throat at the wolfs actions. She weakly struggled against his hold on her wrists. The combination of his warm, wet tongue and the chilly mountain air was driving her crazy.
He soon switched to her other nipple, giving the same attention as the first. He let go of her wrists, and she didnt try to push him off her as his hands snaked their way to her waist.
She was lost in her pleasure, and she paid no attention to his hands until she heard the sound of the button of her jeans popping and felt them being pulled down her hips. This brought her back to her senses briefly, and she attempted to remove his hands from her waist, but his sharp growl made her return her hands to rest on the rock.
He tugged her jeans down her legs and off of her, throwing them off into the trees. With a brief tug, he snapped her panties off and threw them to the ground.
Samantha was now completely nude, and she felt her face heat up. She felt a bit absurd as she found herself hoping he liked what he saw.
The wolf suddenly pressed the tip of his muzzle to her lips, and she parted them in a soft gasp. He took the opportunity to gently let his tongue explore her mouth, in what could be described as a form of kissing.
Samantha didnt try to stop him, although her eyes widened as she felt something long, hot, and hard brush against her inner thigh. She had already assumed the wolf was male, but now she knew for certain.
She felt more than a little ashamed, as she was more turned on than she ever been in her life. Her cunt was wet with anticipation, and she let out a little moan as his cock brushed against it.
The wolf grabbed her waist and flipped her over onto her stomach, and he was pleased as she hesitantly spread her legs. Samantha felt a bizarre mix of pleasure and pain explode as he quickly thrust his cock into her glistening cunt. A loud cry escaped her lips and her eyes shut.
The wolf wasted no time and began to pump his cock in and out of her wet pussy, his clawed hands gripping firmly as he leaned over her, his body covering hers. Samanthas soft cries and moans were constantly filling the air.
Samantha clenched her hands into tight fists, bucking her hips in time with his thrusts, already lost in the lustful rutting. She had never felt this way during sex before. Without ever realizing it, she had started murmuring, Oh, please
please dont stop
God, this feels so good
Her breasts were scraping against the rock beneath her, but that only aroused her more and her entire body felt like it was on fire. Her moans became louder and louder to the point where she was practically screaming. The walls of her cunt clamped down tight on his cock, trying to pull it deeper inside her.
The wolf rapidly began to pound his cock into her, the thrusts shaking her entire body. Low grunts escaped his throat with each thrust, as his lust drove him to shove his cock deeper and deeper into her hot, eager pussy.
Samantha writhed in ecstasy as her first orgasm hit her, and wave after wave of pleasure ran through her body. She cried out, pleading for more as his hips slammed against hers over and over. The wolf was close, and after a few more minutes, he howled as his seed spilled out of his cock into her cunt, the pleasure accompanying it driving him wild.
His warm cum in her sent Samantha into her second orgasm, and she clutched at the rock desperately as her pussy clenched tightly around his cock. He rested his body gently on top of hers, partially supporting himself with his hands, his cock swelling and preventing him from withdrawing it for at least ten minutes or so.
After lying there for a good twenty minutes, the wolf reluctantly withdrew his softening cock, scooping Samantha into his arms and lying in the grass, resting her on top of him. Samantha stared into his bright gold eyes, which were filled with affection. She snuggled into his chest, and soon his soft fur, warm body, and steady breathing lulled her into a deep, peaceful sleep.
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Being on a film set was nothing new to Joella. That was her job. She was a
fairly well known Director. She mostly handled Independent Films, though occasionally she
worked on an union feature. She chose her Director of Photography very carefully. A DP had
the power of taking an awesome script and shooting a terrible movie. The DP needed to
share the vision of the Director and Writer; therefore, it was very important that the DP
and Director had a very good working relationship.
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Joella had been playing with a script of her own, and she was finally ready to put her
ass on the line, and shoot it. She chose her crew very carefully. She chose people she
could trust to do the job right. Her DP was the most important decision. She narrowed her
decision down to one, Marcus Fredman. Marcus saw her vision and was able to communicate
her words into shots. The script took erotica to a new level, incorporating romance and
humor. A movie that helped you to cum as you laughed and cried. Joella was hoping that the
market was ready for something different.
After Pre Production, Marcus and Joella had a strong friendly working relationship. She
would start to suggest a shot and he would finish the sentence. A special connection
started to form. Joella kept feeling that the relationship, if she allowed it would ascend
into something more. Joella was placing her reputation and financial integrity on the
line, she could not think or do anything that would hinder getting the job done.
On the first day of production, everything ran smoothly. They pulled off shot after
shot without any hitch. Each shot looked excellent. The talent made each one of their
marks and the crew worked like demons. Everyone worked so well together, especially Joella
and Markus. Both the Director and DP were in sink with each other. The crew noticed that
they finished each other sentences and shyly touched each other. The crew knew that a
budding romance was going to happen.
It was late, on the last day of shooting. The crew had been released for the night.
Joella and Marcus were hashing out the shooting schedule and looking at the dalies. A
ripple of anticipation went through Joella as her hand accidentally touched Marcus’.
They were sitting in the production office, going through next weeks shot list. Joella
smelled the sweet scent of Marcus’ cologne as she reached over to give him the
altered list. He invitingly placed his hand on the back of his neck and asked if she could
massage the tension out. She got up and walked around him. As she placed her hands on his
shoulders, she became very aroused. She first started to massage the back of his neck as
he had asked.
Her hands felt so good that he leaned his head back against her breasts. She moved her
hands over his shoulders, and deeply massaged the tired muscles. Her hands moved with a
mind of their own, as they moved from his shoulders to the front of his shirt. She started
to unbutton his shirt, explaining that perhaps the massage would be more effective with
his shirt off. Marcus agreed as he helped her take off his shirt. Feeling his warm strong
shoulders under her fingers, further aroused her. She no longer pretended that she was
interested in the shot list. Joella wanted her DP. A little voice kept screaming that
making love to your DP is the kiss of death, for her career and the movie! But yet, on a
deeper level, she wanted this man. On the set, they connected. They had a connection in
spirit and mind. It just seemed right that they made the final connection, the connection
of body.
He turned around in his chair, pleasantly surprised that she made the first move. He
had been trying all week to get her alone and then finally, making a move. Showing her or
telling her how he felt. What he felt. He had worked with so many other female Directors.
They all had a good working relationship, but nothing, nothing like this. Joella was
different, she had vision. She was able to take her vision and transform it into both
words and pictures. To be able to connect with this special women on a physical level,
would be a new high!
Joella fully took advantage of Marcus as he turned in his chair, as she ran her fingers
through his soft chest hair. She had never been attracted to hairy men, but Marcus was
different. His hair was sexy versus appalling. As she ran her fingers over his chest, his
nipples responded by getting hard. Marcus raised his hands and held her tight ass, pulling
her down to him. The first kiss was deep and passionate. They held each other lip to lip,
each tongue fighting to engulf the other. His hands untucked her shirt and started to
unbutton her pants. He moved his hands farther up her torso, lifting her shirt over her
head. To his surprise, she was braless. Joella hated wearing a bra. She liked feeling
free. She thought better when she felt free. As he moved his hands over her small but firm
breasts, she responded as he did, by growing hard. She could feel the wetness dripping
between her legs, as he massaged her chest. His touch was so soft and unthreatening. Most
of the men she had been with were rough once they got to her breasts. Their method of
making love usually turned her off. She would complete the final act, without much
enjoyment, then roll over and go to sleep. There was never a second time.
Marcus’ kisses deepened as he moved her to the couch. Somewhere between the chair
and the couch she had lost her pants. He laid her down as he removed the last of his
garments. She reached between his thighs and felt a very large hard penis. She spread her
legs, inviting him into her hot tunnel of love. He moved against her, not yet willing to
go in.
Marcus wanted to send this beautiful women to the edge. Entering her now would be too
easy. Yes they would cum, but he wanted the first time to be special. There would always
be time for seconds. He moved his lips down to her breasts, taking each one in turn and
sucking the nipples. He loved how she tasted, her sweet saltiness filling his mouth. He
moved his lips between her breasts, breathing deeply her sexual aroma.
Joella moved her hands over his head, holding it near her breasts. His lips on her
breast felt so good. She didn’t want him to stop. She felt the heat rise through her
body and she wanted to feel him inside.
Sensing her eagerness, he moved his mouth down to her thick mound of black hair. He
loved women who had healthy heads of thick pussy hair. He loved running his fingers
through the hair, teasing the soft folds beneath. He parted her pussy hair, and nuzzled
his nose between her slit. He ran his tongue down her soft inner flesh and tasted her
sweet vintage. Wanting to push her further, he placed his long thick middle finger into
her welcoming hole.
Joella grasped with surprise and delight as his finger entered her. She arched her back
to give him deeper penetration, as she held his head in place. She couldn’t take it
any longer, she was so close to cumming. She pulled at his hair, forcing him to come to
her. She desperately kissed him as she inserted is hard member between her welcoming
thighs.
Marcus couldn’t believe how tight she was. Her pussy walls held his penis in,
sucking it deeper. He felt her hot wetness, which aroused him further. He started to grind
into her, teasingly pulling out then thrusting deeply in. With each new thrust, her body
arched further, enabling him to penetrate deeper. Their kisses grew in intensity as they
approached the chasm of orgasm.
Marcus thrust once more deeply, as she arched her body to receive the thrust. Their
bodies responded as they came together in one orgasmic train ride, each verbally sounding
the horn.
Joella was amazed that Marcus did not remove his penis. Instead his penis was still
hard and Marcus was starting the grind again. Joella looked up into his face, and he
smiled, “Are you ready to cum again…”
For the second time that night, within moments of their last orgasm, they came again.
The second orgasm was just as strong as the first, rippling their bodies with orgasmic
spasms. Joella felt his warm cum between her legs, mixing with her own.
As Marcus held Joella, he reflected on how quickly their relationship had deepened,
looking forward to the journey that had begun. As Joella cuddled with her DP, she
reflected how their new relationship status was going to improve their creative insights.
With their minds, working as one, the movie would surely be a great success!
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am going to meet you for the first time. I am sitting at the coffee shop waiting
for you, and then all of a sudden I see a tall dark haired handsome man. I look
at you smiling hoping that it is you. You walk over to me introducing yourself.
“Hi my name is Mark and you must be Susan?” “Yes” I answer nervously, smiling
at you. You sit down next to me so close that I can feel the heat off your body.
I try to make conversation with you but I can’t, my body shaking all over. The
excitement of finally seeing you.
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You are sitting there, quietly but looking me up and down. Your leg touching
mine, I find my body is becoming so excited. Then you ask me “Shall we go?”
“Yes”, but I am thinking to myself where are you taking me!!! We get to your
car; you open the door for me playfully patting my ass as I hop in the car.
You start driving; I am looking around to see were we are going still not sure.
But my body wants you already; the thought of you naked sends shivers down my
spine. We finally stop at a house; this must be your place I think to myself.
You get out of the car, come around and help me out wrapping your arm around
me. You walk me inside; you just stand there staring at me.
My breasts are aching already my nipples so hard wanting to feel your mouth
on them. Then all of a sudden you pull me closely to you kissing me so deeply.
I feel my hands caressing down you back squeezing your ass, your cock already
hard pressing against me. You start to undress me very fast, ripping my clothes
off I begin to moan at you. Feeling the desire I have inside me for you already.
My pussy is dripping wet, wanting you hard cock to fuck me.
You pick me up and carry me into your bedroom, laying me down on the bed. I
watch as you undress yourself revealing your body to me. I begin to gasp at
you, seeing your cock is so hard and so big. Your head is just so beautiful
already leaking pre-cum, I so desperately want to lick it all off. You slide
between my legs parting my pussy lips, rubbing your hard cock on my wetness.
We both begin to moan loudly, but you look at me and say, “You are not having
my hard cock inside that wet cunt yet”. I pull your face down to me kissing
you so deeply, our tongues twirling against each other. I feel your cock teasing
my wet cunt; it is so close to entering me. My clit becomes so hard aching,
I want to cum now.
You break our kiss, kissing all the way down to my breasts. My nipples just
aching as you begin to suck on them, your hand twists and pulls at them too.
I am moaning watching you as you explore my body. You keep kissing down lower,
tickling my belly with your tongue. I gasp, as I know where your tongue is going
to be next licking at my wet cunt. You part my pussy lips; I push myself to
your tongue wanting you to taste my sweetness. You suck on my clit making it
ache and throb, then your tongue dives deeply inside my cunt. You begin fucking
me with your tongue, then you turn your body around placing that big hard cock
into my mouth. I suck at your cock so hungrily tasting the pre-cum leaking into
my mouth. You begin fucking my mouth with your cock as I lick it all over, you
bury your tongue in my cunt sticking your fingers in there.
You fingers are fucking me deeply; you begin sucking on my clit. I know we
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harder, swelling more in my mouth. Forcing yourself right down my throat, moaning
loud onto your cock as you move in and out of my mouth. Wanting so badly to
taste you’re hot cum shooting down my throat. My cunt becoming so wet as your
fingers move faster in and out of me. My clit so swollen, then all of a sudden
my whole body shakes all over as I orgasm so hard. Wetness dripping all over
your fingers down your hand, pushing my cunt hard to your face. At the same
time you shot you’re hot cum into my mouth, drinking you so readily. Swallowing
every drop of you, licking you all over as you orgasm into my mouth. You hop
off me turn around and look at me with lust in your eyes and kiss me so deeply.
I moan into your mouth tasting my sweetness on your tongue.
We lay there together on your bed, holding each other closely not breaking
this intense kiss. Our tongues swirling around in each other’s mouth. Then we
both lie back on the bed resting, wondering what we will do next. But this is
another story!!!!!!!!!!!!
It’s different when you’re young; the whole idea of being a dreaded “troll” seems so foreign. Then, one day, you wake up and find that indeed, you are one of the dreaded trolls. Suddenly, a pity fuck doesn’t seem so bad. Last night, a pity fuck is just what I looked for, too.
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I really wasn’t fooled by these two young guys who were chatting me up. It was Monday night, the bars were empty, I had money, they wanted drinks, I wanted sex, they were young. We’ve all been on the young side before, so I knew precisely what I was getting into. I like to think the whole scenario is somewhat similar to the Ancient Greeks making men out of the boys, but even I’m not that delusional. It’s about money, and balling. Nothing more, nothing less. Who was I to buck to the system when I had a boxerload of spoo wanting to take a ride?
Long story, short, I buy these two 20 something’s what seemed like an ungodly amount of liquor and bar snacks before they finally ask for “a ride home.” On the drive home, they chatted like a pair of drunken schoolgirls, gossiping about this one’s hair and that one’s pierced nipple, and I wondered if these two knew their way around a back door well enough to make this worthwhile. To my delight, it was worthwhile.
We got back to my place, and I did the obligatory drink offer and porn tape in the VCR, just to let them know what was going on. They needed no clues; they were on me like a pair of shoes. Within minutes, I found myself ass up, bent over the leather sofa with two pairs of hungry lips and hands all over my body. Granted, they weren’t big on foreplay, but I wasn’t looking for loving, I was looking to fuck and get fucked. One guy spread my ass open, jabbing his tongue in like an amateur, but I wasn’t about to complainespecially when the other one slipped around the sofa and stuffed his cock down my throat.
I took his dick in my mouth, holding the base of his rod tight until I sucked the whiskey dick out of him and his cock stood alone. Then I got busy working the tip of his bulging cock and I could hear him moan with pleasure. I teased him for a while, pushing his hips back when he tried to make me deep throat him, and I could see he was enjoying this little game.
Around back, his buddy poked around my asshole as if looking for loose change, so I finally told him to forget the finger play and fuck me already. His pants were off and his dick was buried within seconds. He fucked me fast, and fucked me hard, and he came nearly as fast as he shed his oversized jeans. I rolled my eyes as I got off the sofa and told the young man to sit in the Lazy-Boy and observe while I fucked his buddy properly.
His eager friend got down on all fours, like an obedient slave, and I rimmed him for a while as I spread his hole open with my fingers. I wasn’t sure if he’d taken it in the ass before, so I wanted to be careful. He was drunk, but not so drunk I couldn’t potentially hurt him. I finger fucked him for a while, as his friend looked on, slowly stroking his own cock in search of another hard on.
“Go get the Crisco out of my kitchen,” I ordered, and he quickly jumped from the chair and returned with my order.
I lubed the pink hole before me liberally, stuffing a few fingers deep inside, then pulling out, then in again. I stroked my cock, my very hard and wanting cock full of lube, then reached down to jerk the young man’s hard on.
“Get under him and suck his dick.”
The young man immediately slipped beneath his friend and obliged. I pressed the tip of my throbbing dick into the glistening asshole presenting before me, going slowly in order to gauge a reaction. He bucked back into me and took my entire shaft, nearly knocking me back in the process. Oh yeah, I thought, I’m in. I rocked slowly against his ass, but this didn’t satisfy him. He started fucking my dick, and I stood firm in amazement. This kid was hungry and he’d do all the work if I let him. And I did let him, at least for a little while. He slapped his ass back against me furiously waiting for me to haul off and fuck him, but I waited.
After teasing him for long enough, I placed the palm of my hand in the middle of his back and pushed him down to the floor. Then I fucked him. I closed my eyes and slammed my rod in and out as hard as my old body would allow. I grabbed his shoulders for leverage and fucked him as deep as I could. I could hear the young man moan and that got me even more excited, I could feel the surge and I knew I was going to come very soon. I pulled out at the last second and jerked my spoo onto his smooth back. Loads of pent up jism rolled off his back and onto the carpet, and when I was done I laid face down next to him.
“Now that’s how you fuck a man proper,” I breathed.
As I lay there next to this young man I just fucked, I started feeling smug, as if I really weren’t a troll. I was only 37, I reasoned, and these guys will probably brag they had the best sex of their lives right here in my living room. I was fooling myself. Who was I kidding? I’ll be the one they gossip about when tomorrow night’s trick takes them home. Then I felt my ass peel open, and lube spread about my hole, I realized we weren’t done yet, and that I was about to get fucked proper by a pair of twinks. Oh yes, life was NOT over at 37, not by a long shot.
It is career day for Fairy who has always wanted to be a nurse. She we set her up with a cute little white nurses uniform and handed her a thermometer and a desk of naughty cards and told her to do what comes naturally. Well naturally that puny little thermometer doesn’t last long and is soon replaced by a thick blue humming vibrator that this big tittied teen girl uses to get off.
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