First Time having gay sex Chapter 3 (((HOT))

Background info If you haven't read the first 2 chapters of this story, i think you should to get a better understanding of the situation. But anyway i am a 26 year old masculine bi-sexual black dude, i have fucked 100s of female, but secretly desired men, recently i engaged in gay sex with the guy of my dream. He's tall very very muscular thuggish he looks like a hoodish younger version of Michael Ealy( Ricky From Barber Shop) with baby dread locks. His Name is Jay( as far as i know). He fucked me and took my anal virginity. 30 days later he fucked me again and now its been 4 months since we first had sex. The situation: It was a rainy stormy night around 8:30 i was waiting on Jay to arrive just as he did every Thursday night. By now jay and i have been having sex regularly. Here's how it Goes. He works overnight 4 times a week. He has a girlfriend and she is under the impression that he works 7 days a week. She works from 8am to 8:30 pm. He is due in at 9pm and gets off around 7am. on the days he is scheduled to work. Basically their schedule leave very little time for them to see each other; and the days he's off he spend those days and nights with me so we meet 3 days a week; today is one of those days. I here him unlock the door with his key and he comes in. He always dresses and smells great he has very thuggis swag kind of like the rapper DMX. He comes in and i smile because I'm so happy to see him his cologne fills my apartment with his essence. He says to me "what up yo" i said " I'm good". he goes to the bathroom to piss and take off his top shirt i go into the bed room and get his night clothes together a tank top and a pair of baggy basketball shorts that he sags. When he comes out of the bathroom i notice what looked like a gun on his waist i couldn't see it before because of his shirt, i said " is that a gun" He said "yea dude i wear this all the time you mean to tell me you never seen this gun" i said "what kind is it" he said " the kind that will drop a mutha fucka quick, what us with all these questions, fix a nigga something to eat" I fixed his plate as he gets dressed in my room and i hear my phone go off. Then i hear my phone getting closer to me he said " who the fuck is this nigga he always calling you" I explained to him that it was a friend of mine name James, we did a group project together in college and decided to stay in touch but to my knowledge he was straight and to his knowledge( and everybody buy Jay) i was straight we never had anything but a friendship and I was never attracted to James. He said " look don't be fucking no other niggas let me find out you out here fucking with another nigga" i said " Jay i haven't had sex with anybody beside you in the past 3 months but you fuck me your girlfriend and at least 2 other girls so why you checking about a dude i don't even fuck with like that"? He balded his hand into a fist and walked toward me, looked me dead in my face and said " dude I'm not about to argue with you, i might fuck you like you a bitch but you still a man I'll beat yo ass up in here, don't question me i fuck who i wanna fuck". I said "ok Jay ok i got it" he said " and tell that nigga to find a new friend he better not call that phone no more, I'm not playing with you bruh" he grabbed his plate went to the bedroom and began to eat. i knew he was upset, i didn't get much time out of the week with him so I had to break the ice so we could enjoy our time together. Oral Sex: I waited until he was done eating. He laid on the bed and watched ESPN. I got between his legs and pulled his basketball shorts and his boxer brief down just enough to pull his dick out. By this time Jay had trained me how to satisfy him orally, but sucking his dick was still a challenge because he was slightly over 10 inches and his dick was very thick/fat. I sucked his dick with no hands and no teeth, i made his dick feel like it was in the inside the walls of a pussy. My spit running down the top of his fat headed dick to his ass hole. I went fast to give the affect of a pussy ridding his dick, a pussy that was dripping wet and tightly gripping his dick like a vacuum. He's such a strong man he hardly ever moans he just lays back and listen to me chock on his over sized dick. He grabs the baby oil and thats my signal to get in a position for him to fuck me. Anal Sex: He loved my ass he always say its perfectly round a plump. He says from the back i could pass as the rapper Trina. I hate to hear him say that because it reminds me that he sees me as less of a man than he is even though we are both very masculine bisexual men he sees me as a bitch because he does the fucking. But anyway i lay on my back because that how he likes to start off; i never even bother asking him to put on a condom because he has made it clear he will not use one with me. Even though he has been fucking me consistently for three months the first 5 minutes always feel like my fist time all over again, i guess because his dick is so fat and long. he goes inside me with his entire dick on the first stroke. This was very painful, i screamed "wait be easy bruh" he ignores me and repeats it until his dick goes in without him having to use so much effort. He then lays done on top of me and pound the shit out of me i felt like i had fire ants in my ass, my lower back felt like a horse was stomping it. While nearly killing me he says "who's name on that ass" I said with a voice full of pain "yours" he said " who run shit around here"( biting his bottom lip and as his eyes say to me you are my bitch, i own you) I said " you do" , by now the pain has eased up and i am beginning to enjoy it, he puts my leg over his shoulder and puts me in the buck. He grips my shoulder and fucked me so hard that my ass hole starts to feel a mile wide. Then something happens i felt a small tingle deep inside my ass hole, it grew stronger and stronger, before i knew it, my entire body was shaking uncontrollably, my toes curled my entire body constrict to the center, I thought wow he made me cum from my ass is that even possible, shortly after, he pulls his dick out of me but i didn't feel him cum inside me. In the blink of an eye his dick was in my mouth and for the first time ever i had cum in my mouth. There were several warm hard squirts hitting the back of my throat; it was slightly salty and felt slippery against my tongue. he says " suck the cum out of my dick like my dick was a straw inside a glass water" He pulls his dick out of my mouth, slapped my lips with it and says in a demanding voice" swallow it, i shook my head saying no as i began to sit up so i can spit it out, he grabbed me by my jaws f***ed my head back onto the pillow spit in my mouth and say " swallow all of it". I swallowed a combination of warm cum and thick spit although i really didn't want to; he loosened his hand from my jaws and says " yea, you gonna get use to shit like that and when i tell you to something, you do it, i don't give a fuck how you feel about it, i better not ever have to ask you twice ya dig" I cleared my throat and nodded yes. He told me to get up and clean my self off and them fix him another plate. After i showered and fixed him another plate he ate and we went to sl**p, i was awaken several times throughout the night to have my ass hole fucked and fill with his thick manly cum. I Come Out TO A Friend And Find Out I'm Trouble: The morning came and he went downstairs to his apartment. I couldn't stop thinking about him i called my job and said i was too sick to come to work. There was no way i could work thinking so hard about him. I imagined he and I together everyday, I wanted to live with him and make him happy. Jay is the only person that i have ever come out to, holding all these feelings inside was taking a toll on me, i was becoming unstable and depressed, i didn't understand why he consumed my every though.I decided to come out to a friend i went to high school with; he was openly gay buy i know if we ever had a falling out he still wouldn't out me. So I called Brian and i say i got something to tell you his reply was " who you got pregnant and how much you need for an abortion"? I said" bruh i don't have anybody pregnant but this is just a serious, you are the only one i can talk to", he said " OK what up" by now Brian has been out since high school and he went from bring as masculine as me to a straight bitch, he act and sound just like a girl, I said " I'm bisexual". He pauses and says "wow you,i can't believe it you will have to prove it to me" I said Brian I'm not playing I'm really fucked up right now " he says wow I'm so disappointed in my gaydar, i would have never though of you as bi and I'm always on point, you know me i can smell a gay/bi/down low nigga a mile away". I told him the entire story how i met Jay, and i express my concern of feeling unstable and not able to focus.He say " OK I'll explain what happening but i want you to be quiet and not interrupt me i have allot to say" i said "cool". The Good the Bad the Ugly: Brian starts by saying 'let me give you a run down of the situation and the events to follow. I'll start from the beginning when you met Jay you was probably 70% straight and 30% gay and he was 85% straight and 15% gay. Let me explain the difference. You have a strong attraction for women you have no problem getting aroused and fucking a female you are also more attracted to female than you are males. You have a significant attraction for men but they have to fit a certain criteria, and if they do you are willing to allow them to fuck you, making you a bottom or verse. Jay on the other hand is mainly attracted to females but he's so much of a freak he'll see a guys like you, a pretty boy with nice skin pretty eyes slim tight body with a nice round ass and maybe get a hard on. He saw you and was unable to just leave it at a hard on, he wanted to know what his dick would feel like inside an ass hole mainly yours. So he fucked you but under no circumstances will he allow any man to fuck him, In fact he sees you as less of a man as him because you allow yourself to get fuck and for that reason he feels he's not gay at all, I say "wow he does say stuff like that" Brian says " i know but peep this, you have been having sex with this guy and this guy only consistently for 3 months and he had been fucking a dominating you at his will, even when you don't want it, he takes it, your gay percentage has gone up and you are probably 60% gay and 40% straight, it's similar to a girl loosing her virginity and she become overpowered by the dick lol, see dick has a way of breaking a person down every time he penetrates you, you loose more and more of your man hood, you will, if not already become more emotional, you will follow his lead, you will depend on him, at this point you are in love with him, and your feeling are growing by the day especially now that he has made you cum out of your ass, he must be good i have never had that before, very few men get that honor, but anyway you are in love with him and he is still 85% straight 15% gay, and he still has a girlfriend and you are still just his fuck boy, one day when he feels he had enough fun being gay and fucking a hole that doesn't naturally produce fluids, he will leave you and not think twice about it, this is just a sex thing for him nothing more and your depression comes from the fact that you know this deep down and you yarn for him when he's with his girlfriend, you have several sl**pless lonely night because you want to be next to him but he's fucking his girlfriend and holding her probably showing her more affection than he has shown you, how do you feel knowing he has a girl" i said " i feel bad because he is cheating on her with me she's probably a nice girl, but he's such a man, strong, f***eful and demanding, i could never question him or deny him, but i must be honest i want him all to myself I'm tired of him being able to fuck me, his girlfriend and several other girls but i have to wait on him and i have to drop everything when he calls" Brian said " see what I'm saying you are already putting your heart on the line and what is he investing, only his dick" I was slapped in the face with the truth. i realized that although i was still masculine, i did followed his command, i was more emotional and i did suffer many lonely nights. I valued Brian opinion but he doesn't know Jay like i know him, deep down Jay cares deeply for me, but i could not deny the fact that i was a side dish. STAY TUNNED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER AND PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE COMMENT A RATE, I THRIVE OFF FEEDBACK PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THING ABOUT THE EVENTS AND THE CHARATERS IN THE STORY

Sexual Surrender

It had been a while since I saw Peter and more importantly since we'd fucked each other. So when he invited me over my mind started racing. By the time I got to his door my heart was racing and I had a massive hard one I could barely contain. He let me and sat me down with me at his coffee table. "So how are ya" - I was not sure what he meant was he going to pretend we hadn't fucked each other? "Ok" I muttered. "So ladt time was pretty cool" he said "yep" was the reply. He suddenly put a stack of cards on the table, I didn't know what to think. Then he said "so I was checking out this site and I got an idea". "Yeah, like what I said" not sure what to hink and still with a raging bonner. "So, here's the deal" He said "I call it high card surrender" - "Yeah" I said nervously "We each draw a card and lowest card loses. The loser then surrenders a piece of clothing until they're naked and then , when they have no clothes on they must surrender themselves to the loser - totally" "What do you mean" I said "The winner gets to do anything they want - any thing at all to the losers body"By this stage I could barely contain my hard on "let's do it" I said ready to strip and fuck straight away. He shuffled and placed the deck in front of me."Pick" he said. I drew a 9 "not bad" he said then he picked a card and flipped it over "six" he cried ! So he removed his shirt. "Pick again" he said. So i shuffled and picked out another card. "Ace" he exclaimed "oh fuck" he followed. He then picked out a card "ten" he moaned. He then removed his jeans and I could see he had a ragging hard on under his jocks. "One more and I'm yours" he said and I could barely contain myself. He placed the cards in front of my again I quickly grabbed a card "2" he exclaimed. He then quickly crabbed a card "7!" he said with joy and I slipped off my shirt. By this stage I just wanted to fuck ! He placed the cards in front of me again and I picked "6!" I moaned thinking I would have to strip then he picked "Fuccccccccccck 4!" he said. Without saying a word he stood up and dropped his jocks to reveal his hard dick with precum around the edges. I smiled and said "so now?" "Now you do whatevr you want to me" he said "anything?" I asked "Yep" he answered. I got up and walked over to him - his hot naked body crying to be taken. I placed my hands on his shoulders and without any hesitation he went down on his knees. I grabbed his head and f***ed it on to my ragging crotch. "Fuck yeah !" he said as he pulled down my pants and took my dick in his hand. "To the winner..." he trailed off as he swallowed my dick in his mouth in one move. He began to suck it deeper and harder than before. After a few minutes I couldn't take it anymore. I flung him to the ground onto his back "wow!" he exclaimed "now what?" I made my way down to the floor and kissed my way down his body until I arrived at this hard, wet dick. I sucked my first dick and he loved it grabbing my head and moaning loudly "fuuuuuck" that's good he gasped. As he said that I stopped looked him straight in the eye. I then garbbed his legs and put them into the missionary position. "Oh fuck" he said "too fucking right" I answered. I spat into his hole and rubbed it with my fingers as he began to moan. "Fuck it...now" he begged and without hesitation I plunged my dick into his ripe arse slowly at first but then I began to pile drive it like a Jack hammer. I then took his dick in my spare hand and began to wank it. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck yeah" he yelled "Whoever comes first has to take the other load in their mouth" I blurted in excitement. "Yessssssssssss" he moaned as I fucked harder. After a few minutes he began to arch his body in pleasure and was trembling and then "fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccccccck" he yelled as he shot a massive load across his chest. He looked at me and said "well, we had a deal" and got back on his knees. I stood up and he took my cock into his mouth. "How does that taste?" I asked as his head bobbed up and down furiously. "Yeah" he mumbled in between sucks. My dick throbbed and throbbed until I couldn't contain it anymore. "I held his head close to my crotch and screamed "take it baby" adn shot a massive stream into his mouth. He didn't not stop until he took every drop. Peter then collapsed onto his back and said "that was fucking awesome" and I said "fuck yeah". "Gotta do this again?" he asked "Sure" I said. If you liked this, show me your cum shot and I'll tell you about the threesome that happened next time.

I Guess My Roommate Is Gay After All

A couple of years ago I had a roommate who everyone always thought was gay but he always claimed to be straight. Big deal, ‘cause I always have kept my male on male adventures to myself and live my life as a straight guy. Since I keep my stuff on the down low, I have learned to hit up the cruisier areas here in Orlando for some discreet fun. One day I was home alone while my roommate was out and I was getting seriously horned. It had been a while since I had done anything with a dude so I decided to go to a really hot toilet in a strip mall. Very secluded with plenty of warning and always seemed to have the hottest array of guys as any place locally. Lots of younger guys and even my favorite young Latinos with their big uncut cocks. When you walk into the bathroom there are two urinals past the sinks. Beyond the urinals there are two stalls. The first stall has a small peephole where you can get a good view if the guy in the last stall is jacking. I start to just play with myself at the urinal and I hear the tapping of a foot in the last stall. Upon hearing the go ahead, I went into the first stall and took a look through the hole. To say I was shocked was an understatement, there was my roommate jacking his dick with a look in his eyes that meant only one thing. I was so stunned that I started to put my dick away and was going to leave. Then my horniness got the best of my judgment and I pulled it back out and dropped to my knees. In an instant I felt my roommates hand wrap around my cock and slowly he started jacking my cock. I'm slightly above average with a nice thickness and i was so fucking hard because of what I was doing and who I was doing it with. Then I felt his lips wrap around my cock and he began to suck my dick like a champ. He definitely knew what he was doing and through the ecstasy of the situation I found myself wondering how many times he had done this? How many cocks had he sucked in this bathroom? In no time because I was so horny I was ready to blow, but I wanted to suck him first before I blew my load and got out of there. So I pulled away and motioned for him to put his cock down. Ever since I met my friend I had wondered about his sexual habits. I had wondered what he liked and how big his cock was. Now I finally knew the answer to one of those questions as he presented a thin but long cock under the stall. He was a little over 8 inches and to my surprise uncut, which made me even hotter. I took his whole cock in my mouth and sucked it while massaging his low hanging balls. I worked his cock with my expert mouth and could feel his balls tensing I knew he was going to shoot. I pulled my mouth off and started to jack him till he shot all over the floor. Quickly he motioned for my cock again and so I obliged happily. He took my now modest 7inches in his mouth again and in no time I was ready to cum. I tapped on the divider to gove him the heads up, but he kept my cock in his mouth and took my whole load down his throat. I was still hard when I put my shorts back on and we were both panting just a couple feet away from each other. I got out first and cleaned up at the sink. As I was leaving a young black guy was coming in and he gave me a look but I was done. I stayed in my car and my roommate didn't come out, I remember thinking wow he is a complete cock slut. On the drive home I remember thinking I wonder if he recognized the watch I was wearing or my shoes. We've never spoken about it but I have seen his car there on other occasions. I have just never had the balls to go in there knowing what to expect. It wasn't the way I expected to get my proof he was gay but I can't think of a more fun way it could have gone down.

Movie Night.

Katie had only just found her seat and already she was feeling uneasy. The theater was packed; it was after all opening night. To her left sat a couple of teenaged girls chatting and giggling, to her right a father and son busy talking about the score of the game tonight. She did a quick scan of the dimly lit room but she couldn’t see him. She knew he was there, she just didn’t know where. He had given her the toys and instructions to which she had to follow to the letter: -8pm, Theater 7, row 5, seat 8 -Enter the theater with the beads in place and insert the vibrator when the lights dim -short skirt and no panties -Do not leave your seat for any reason -Do not cross your legs -Do not remove the beads or vibrator at any time for any reason -failure to comply with any of these rules will result in severe punishment The lights dimmed and the room came to a dead silence. Katie reached into her purse discreetly as possible, her heart pounded as she pulled the smooth silver vibrator from her purse, and slid it up her pussy when she was sure nobody would notice. She sat uncomfortably for the next few minutes while the previews played. She sat in suspense waiting for him to make his move. The previews had ended and the opening credits began to play. The vibrator hummed to life, catching her off guard, a gasp was made quite audible before she was able to close her mouth. Holding her head in her hands Katie could feel their eyes on her, she could feel his eyes. The movie had started and the faint humming from her cunt was drowned out by the orchestral scores and action sequences. Looking up she saw the coast was clear, and everyone, like a zombie stared blankly ahead at the pretty pictures. Moving with the rising action he turned the dial higher and higher. Cupping her hands over her mouth she whimpered softly, unable to stop the pulsations coming from inside her. He had the remote and it was over when he deemed it so. Her legs squirmed anxiously, she had to stop herself from instinctually crossing her legs, and instead she clenched them together. Unfortunately this made the vibrations more intense and she was f***ed to spread them, accidentally nudging the girl next to her, although she did not seem to notice her, the thought persisted in her mind. What if she had looked over? What if she did confront her? What if she was found out in this crowded room of people? The thought both terrified and excited her. About fifteen minutes into the movie, the action had settled down and he had turned the vibrator to what appeared to be the lowest setting, now nothing more than a minor tingle rather than pleasurably pulsing. It had been set so high during the fight scene her nerves barely registered it. It wasn’t enough; she couldn’t bare being teased like this. Getting a bit comfier in her seat she let one hand meander under her skirt and up against the vibrator, slowly twisting and pulling it in and out, tugging on the beads, rubbing her clit, anything to get a little more pleasure. She sat silently masturbating for a while until she noticed the vibrations beginning to rise; she was eagerly anticipating the climax. Her cell phone went off in her purse breaking the silence of the theater. Her heart stopped as what seemed like the entire movie theater started glaring at her. In all the preparation she had forgotten to turn off her cell phone. Rushing to turn it off she caught the eyes of all the disappointed fans in the audience. Acting as fast as she could she removed her hand from her crotch and silenced the loudly chirping cell. Sinking shamefully into her seat, she had noticed the vibrator had turned off. She checked her cell phone, he had called her, and he was playing with her, embarrassing her on purpose. “Excuse me miss,” the man next to her whispered, “Could you please turn off your phone? I paid a lot of money for these tickets.” “Sorry.” She whispered shyly, removing the battery, and placing it back into her purse. Sitting nervously in silence and on the verge of tears she wanted nothing more than this to be over. Much to her displeasure the vibrator once again started stirring inside her without warning. Squirming in her seat, the humming was made very noticeable. She heard whispers all around her, and she knew things had gone too far. Growing increasingly annoyed the man asked again. “Ma’am, please turn off your cell phone.” But she didn’t know what to do. The humming was getting louder and she was on the verge of orgasm, she had to get out of there. After grabbing her purse, and using it to shield herself from the whispers and stares, she stood up and began to shuffle past the girls towards the aisle. Every time her legs widened the humming became louder. She had only made it a few steps when she realized it was slipping. A look of disgust came across the girls face as it fell out into Katie’s hands and she fumbled to put the rattling device in her purse. “Ew, you fucking whore.” That was it; she hastily shuffled past the remaining people before she was blinded by a flashlight in the aisle. Her heart stopped, and she stood like a deer in the headlights. A Hand reached out and grabbed her by the arm. She held her head in shame, tears trickling down her cheeks, as she was e****ted out of the theater and down the long corridor. The two didn’t say a word she just sobbed and followed him through the halls and out the doors. When Katie looked up they were in the parking lot. She didn’t understand, turning to the man she recognized his face. “You asshole, why would you do that to me?” she burst into tears as he wrapped his arms around her, bringing her into his chest. She stood crying in his arms while he swayed back and forth trying to calm her down. “It’s okay baby, I got you out of there, it’s over and nobody knows who you are.” They stood for a while longer next to his car in silence. He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her on the head. “but…” “But what?” she asked wiping the tears from her face. His hand slipped down her back and under her skirt, and he started tugging on the string. It sent a jolt through her body and her knees began to shake, “You did break the rules, and what kind of master would I be if I let this go unpunished?” he tugged on the cord again and again each time increasing pressure. She buried her face in his chest as the first bead started to squeeze through, the anticipation building, but he stopped and it sank back into her. The theater doors swung open and audience members streamed passed them. She could already feel him gripping the sting again. Looking up, she whispered, “Please, not here.” He gently pressed her up against the car with a playful smirk and continued pulling and tugging until she felt the first pop. Reassuring her, he said, “It’s okay, I’m here now and we’re doing this together.” Everyone passed by completely unaware of the intense pleasure building inside her. He kept tugging harder and harder until; pop, pop, pop. Her eyes darted over his shoulder at the oblivious passers-by. With his free hand he poked, and played with her pussy, softly rubbing and flicking her clit before pulling away bringing an end to her pleasure. She stared at him confused as he whispered. “I can’t do all the work.” Gently guiding one of her hands downward she continued rubbing and fingering her pussy. Her fingers pulsed inside of her. Lost in the rhythm, she nuzzled his neck while wrapping her arm around him in an effort to add support to her quivering legs. The feeling came rushing through her body as she rose to her tip-toes. He looked at her, her eyes stared blankly ahead of her slack jawed and panting. Her body surging with orgasmic ecstasy, she quivered against him her moans stuttering as her body tightened. She let out a sigh of relief as she slumped into his arms where they stood for a while in each other’s embrace. They pulled up to her house at 10:15. As she got out his car he called her name, “Hey, Katie wait, I almost forgot to give you something.” He pulled out a sealed envelope labeled “instructions” and handed it to her. “For next week.” She took the envelope. Katie stared at it remembering everything that had happened tonight, everything that he had put her through. She put the envelope in her purse next to the vibrator and the beads. “I’ll be there.”

Invitation to a Beach, Chapter 8

Chapter 8. After our picnic feast, some of the group went back to the beach, others hung around talking. I was by the trash cans throwing away my paper plate and plastic cutlery when Max joined me. “Nice lunch,” he said. “Juan Carlos is a great cook.” “I liked the Moroccan chicken,” I said. “And the watercress salad.” “Time for a swim?” Max asked. “Mother always said not for an hour after eating, I chided. “How about you introduce me to some of the others.” We headed down the hill, back to the beach. ”Who have you met so far?” Max asked. “Let’s see,” I said trying to remember the names. “Luke and Megan of course, the black woman, Kenya, Mark, Richie and the cute little blonde one…” “Angel,” Max filled in. “And your friend Courtney.” You’ve been busy,” Max commented appreciatively. “Let’s see.” Max surveyed the beachfront towels. Some of the group had paired off into couples and were back to playing around with each other. We walked toward one couple casually copulating on a towel. It was David, the male part of the anniversary couple, and the woman I saw fucking Juan-Carlos so avidly. They were having an animated conversation as they screwed on the towel. “Hi, David,” Max interrupted. “Sandra.” The couple was fucking side-saddle. Both lay on their sides. His legs entwined hers, allowing the two of them to pretty much face each other Their genitals were locked together and both were gently pushing back and forth on each other, his cock sliding languidly in and out of her pussy. On the out strokes, her pink labia appeared around his cock. “Hey, Max,” the blonde woman said cheerily. “What’s happenin’?” “I want you to meet a friend of mine from college,” Max said. “Ellen, this is Sandra. Ellen, you’ve already met Richie.” “Hi,” I said. I don’t know if I looked embarrassed or what, but what do you say to a couple you’re meeting for the first time who are lying naked on the ground in front of you and fucking? I extended my hand, which Sandra took politely. “So how do you like it here?” David asked without missing a stroke in Sandra’s pussy. “I like it…a lot!” I said. People here are so friendly.” In that instant, it sounded so lame. David burst out laughing and looked at his partner. “Sandy, do you think we’re friendly here?” Sandra laughed and continued pumping her hips on his cock. A voice piped up from down by the water. “David, where’s the sunscreen?” It was Courtney, the Asian girl, coming out of the water with Juan-Carlos. He had his hand on her butt. His dick was hard, standing straight out from his pubes. “I put it in our beach bag, honey,” David shouted back without looking. ”By the red cooler.” He explained, I guess to me, the stranger in the group, “She’s Korean. Very sensitive skin, so she has to keep up with the sunscreen.” I guessed David and Courtney were a couple. The fact that everybody shared with anybody made it hard to pin down who was actually with whom. Not that it mattered, but it helped keep names and people straight in my head. I was amazed how two people could casually fuck and carry on polite conversation at the same time. I think I was finally beginning to understand what Max said about the club. We proceeded down toward the water. I asked, “Who’s Sandra with?” “Juan-Carlos,” Max answered, “our resident Dominican comedian. We’ll meet him next.” Juan-Carlos was smearing sunscreen on Courtney’s back. Her straight black hair moved in flowing waves down her shoulders each time he pressed forward from behind her. His cock was still hard, pointing straight at Courtney’s butt. “Hey, Juan,” Max said loudly, “getting’ some Korean pussy there?” Juan turned and slid his hands under Courtney’s arms, ending up with her perfect little breasts in his hands. “Yeaa,” he said, in a dirty-old-man voice as he squeezed her tits, “Not like Dominican pussy, but not bad.” He grinned a sly grin. His cock must have stuck Courtney in her butt crack when he reached forward, but she only reacted with a little smile and closed eyes. “This is Ellen,” Max introduced. “We’re friends at school.” Juan-Carlos turned to me and asked, “You fuckin’ this prick?” “Not really,” I said, thinking about our oral sex. It wasn’t what I’d call fucking, exactly. “Good,” he said. “You can fuck me when I get done fucking this Chinese girl.” Courtney swung her arm around him and slapped Juan-Carlos hard on the side of his butt. “Korean!” she corrected, eyes still closed. “Whatever,” Juan-Carlos said. “Nice meeting you. Maybe we’ll fuck next time.” “I hope so,” I said. Max and I strolled around the lake and looked at the beauty of the smooth water. I felt very grateful for being here. I thought for a moment, then said, “Max, I really want to thank you for bringing me to this place. I’d never have done this on my own.” “No problem, Ellen,” Max said. “The pleasure’s been all mine. You’ve been a really great sport.” “I don’t know if you realize it but this has been a life changing experience for me,” I said. “The idea of such sexual freedom is so, so… I can’t really describe it.” Max replied seriously, “I like to think of it as the casting off of sexual restraint. So often we stand in our own way, afraid of doing something wrong socially. Here it’s understood that being sexual isn’t wrong. Like Courtney and me. We started having sex when we first came here. For us now, it’s like we can go back and enjoy each other again and no one cares.” “Yeah,” I said. “I was wondering about that Indian Rock thing.” “Would you like to see it?” Max offered. “It’s really kinda cool.” “Sure,” I said eagerly. “I could use a walk after that lunch. How far is it?” “Not far.” “You said that when we were driving here.” Max and I headed off into the woods, up a narrow, foot-worn path that wound around the lake. It was a steady but gentle climb, snaking around natural rock formations, trees and bushes. It was again such a free, sensual experience, walking through the woods with no clothes on. Going through green passageways and feeling the leaves and grasses brush your bare skin was sheer joy for me. Just the idea of being able to go anywhere, walk for miles naked and unconcerned was amazing. We crested the hill at a small opening in the trees. There in the sun was a huge boulder, the size of a car poking up through the grassy soil. It was gray and smooth, as if it had been worn by rushing water a few eons ago. It was irregularly shaped, and had several depressions and lumps on its gray face. We walked over to it and I felt it. It was warm from the sun. “Here we are,” Max said proudly. “The site where Courtney and I lost our virginity together.” “Oh, wow,” I said. “So it has some real significance for you.” Max took my hand and we walked around to the other side of the rock. “Check this out.” He said, pointing to a deep depression in the rock surface about three feet off the ground. “What’s that?” I asked. “Sit down in it, like a chair.” I did. “Now, lean back.” I leaned back and laid down on the rock. It was warm and surprisingly comfortable, as if nature had carved it to perfectly support a human spine. “Now hang your leg over that hump there,” he said pointing to a smooth lump above my right knee. “And put your left leg over that one there.” He pointed to a similar lump on the other side. I put my legs up and realized immediately what Max meant. I was perfectly comfortable, and also perfectly spread wide open. My pussy pointed directly at Max, at the level of his cock. “So this is what you lured me up here for,” I said. I reached down and started fingering my clit, just to tease him. Surprisingly, I felt a strong urge for Max just then. He was smiling, and holding his cock in one hand, kneading it as he stared into my pussy. I said to Max, “You know, I’ve been here for hours now. I’ve had sex three times and orgasms twice and I have yet to get a single drop of cum in my pussy.” “Let’s fix that,” Max said, “now.” Max knelt down in front of me and started licking my pussy as I massaged my clit. In a very short time, I was starting to get wet. Max’s tongue worked its way in and around my pussy, pressing, then sucking, then flicking it expertly. I had never masturbated in front of anyone before, but had no shame stroking my wet pussy with Max’s face just inches away. Max stood up and I could see he had a fully erect cock in his hand. “Max,” I asked coyly, “will you fuck me please?” He stepped forward and gently pressed the head of his hard cock into the soft folds of my pussy. It slid in a few inches, and I felt the most amazing pleasure rising from my pussy. He rocked slowly, slipping it in and out, teasingly. I laughed. “Is that all the longer it is?” I joked. Max cracked up. “No, stupid,” he said. “It’s THIS long.” Max pressed forward, sliding his entire length into me. It was a stimulatingly glorious cock, that large head was everything I’d imagined in a fucking machine. I couldn’t wait any longer. I started rolling back and forward, trying to hump his stiff member, but my position on the rock made it difficult to do much but lay there and get fucked. So I that’s what I did. Max started softly, carefully at first, but as he fucked me, his hips started thrusting harder and harder. Ribbons of pleasure streamed up my body as his cock massaged my clit, sliding through my labia and up into the most sensitive parts of my pussy. I could feel the passage of the bulb on the end that was its head. I began breathing heavily as the pleasure grew, panting with desire and lust. Max was also breathing harder. Each stroke sent me further and further into sexual oblivion, able to focus only on the ecstasy that was my pussy. He fucked me and fucked me, and I loved every minute. Suddenly, Max pulled out. “What are you doing?” I screamed. “That felt so good!” “I almost came,” Max said. I don’t want to cum just yet. Get up.” Max extended me a hand. I took it groggily and sat up. “Look at what you’ve done,” Max smiled, pointing at the face of the rock that had been below my pussy. I stood up and saw a dark trail of wetness running from where my pussy had been down the face of the boulder. “You’re very good with this thing,” I said. I grasped his hard, wet member and pumped it appreciatively. “Why don’t you do me from behind.” I turned around and leaned my elbows on the rock, my tits dangling beneath me. Max slid his own rock into my pussy and in a few seconds, I was nearly back to where we’d left off. But this time, I wasn’t hindered by being in the cleft of the boulder and could pump back as hard as I liked. When Max reached around me and took my tits in his hands, I was in heaven. We fucked like that for a long time, taking turns pushing and pulling each other’s genitals into waves of pleasure. Max’s thrusts got harder and harder, and I got more and more turned on. Soon I felt that old friend rising up inside me. Another orgasm on the way. What a great day. I came, again gushing all over my partner’s private parts and pounding his cock as deep into my pussy as I could. My clit was buzzing with pleasure and my orgasms rolled over me in waves of pleasure. As Max’s cock rammed me over and over again, I reached my sensory melt-down. “Stop, stop,” I begged. “It’s too much.” “But I haven’t cum yet,” Max said. I knew he must be close to be so insistent. “Try my ass, then,” I heard myself say. “Fuck my ass.” Just to be clear, I hadn’t had that much experience in ass fucking. Actually, I hadn’t had any. I have no idea why that solution came out of my mouth. I wasn’t a little surprised how big Max’s cock felt as he pressed it up against my asshole. “Can that thing possibly fit my little butt,” I thought. Max pressed, gently but firmly. Fortunately my cum-juices covered his cock and my anus, so we were well lubricated. I tried to relax, but felt just a little pain. Finally I felt that large head of his cock slide in me beyond my tight anus with a sudden rush of what was both relief and pleasure. With that past, I seemed to relax just enough. Max then pushed his cock all the way up my ass. I must admit, having a cock in your ass is surprisingly pleasant and very sensual. Max pushed and pulled. It must have seemed a lot tighter than my pussy, because Max moved much more slowly. “Oh, God this feels good,” Max groaned. The more Max fucked my ass, the better and easier it felt going in and out. Max was in his own sex world, and I could hear him moan, I felt drips of his sweat on my back. Then Max started really moaning and I knew he was close. All of a sudden, Max started pumping my ass hard. Then I felt it, a gush of cum, like a whole bottle of lube inside me. He spasmed in me over and over, cumming in great bursts which diminished only slightly as he went. At last, he was done. His cock softened and he pulled out. I felt a trickle of cum run down from between my ass cheeks. “That was amazing,” Max panted. “Congratulations,” I said. You’ve just deflowered another virgin at Indian Rock.” “Oh, God, really?” Max said, shocked. “You’ve never had it in the…” “That’s right, I said. “And I STILL don’t have any cum in my pussy.” (Next: Ellen’s Golden Opportunity.)

My Wife Shared.

Before we married my wife and I decided to we would be quite honest with each other, what I mean is if anything sexual happened to us when we were apart. My wife Jill told me all about the men and women that had been in her sex life before we met and likewise I told her about mine. A few years ago after an office party she came home with a grin on her face so I knew something had happened, I didn’t need to ask she was only too keen to tell me all about it. Seems one of the juniors, a young man of about 20 had kissed her under the mistletoe in one of the offices which had only filing cabinets and a photo copier in it. She admitted she got carried away and finished up giving Ray the man in question a hand job I said did he enjoy it and what is more did you enjoy it. Oh yes he has such a large cock I couldn’t believe what I had in my hand not only was it long but thick so big in fact she said she could not get it back in his boxers so he could cum on his own clothes the problem was solved by a packet of tissues that someone had left on a filing cabinet. A few weeks later Jill came home with a smile on her face so I said well tell me then, she explained that Ray wanted her to go for a drink with him after their next team meeting. I asked if she wanted to go and honestly she said yes if it was alright with me, I couldn’t refuse as I trust her to tell me what happened. The night of the meeting came and Jill was home quite early with a rascally smile on her face. So I said go on tell me what happened so she explained that they sat in a secluded corner booth and she said she had to have another play with Ray’s wonderful cock, so I said I hope you let him have a feel inside your panties, she said of course and it was thrilling. But the icing on the cake was that Ray asked her if she would go to bed with him. She explained to him our marriage agreement and he said well ask John the worse thing he can do is say no. Jill and I discussed it over the next few evenings and we came to the conclusion that if Jill wanted to try it let it be at our house and with me watching. Ray had been away on a seminar and Jill put our decision to him when he came back to the office, she was so surprised when he agreed and I must admit I think I was almost as excited as Jill was. The meeting was arranged for the following Saturday afternoon and I must admit we both got quite excited as the week passed. Jill had arranged for Ray to arrived at 1.00PM, she went and had a good long soak before the appointed time. Ray arrived just 15 minutes before time and I welcomed him at the door , he looked just like Jill had described him a good clean living young man with very nice manners. I told him Jill was taking a bath and would be ready soon and I asked him if he was comfortable with me being there. He said he couldn’t see any problem he then asked me if he could take a shower and I assured him that all that he needed was already for him in the bathroom as soon as Jill had finished. She waited on the bed dressed in matching red and black lace panties and bra and red silk house coat. I sat in the corner on an old leather club chair I was just wearing an old dressing gown which had large hole in the pocket, naughty I know but very handy for stroking. Ray came out of the bathroom with just a large bath towel around him, he is rather a muscular young man and when he sat down on the edge of the bed the towel fell away to give me my first view of what Jill called his wonderful cock, and I agreed with her he sat on the edge of the bed and although he was flaccid it hung between his legs like a third limb. To put him at ease Jill whispered in his ear and he started to remove her house coat and then undo her bra I heard him gasp and he said Jill they are wonderful, he put his right arm around her and squeezed left breast and went down and started to lick and suck her right nipple, Jill gave a quick intake of breath and let her right hand take hold of his still flaccid cock. She worked him slowly and gently and I could see his cock was responding she suddenly went down and put the tip in her mouth sucking gently while rubbing Ray’s knob end with her teeth even when he was only half erect I could see Jill had quite a mouthful. Ray pulled away and gently lay Jill on the bed and proceeded to remove her panties, he then opened her thighs and slowly opened her pussy lips, kneeling between her legs he went down on Jill and started to lick and suck her clitoris she was soon moaning softly as Ray continued to work his tongue in and around Jill’s pussy. After a while of Ray going down and Jill sucking him, Ray opened Jill’s thighs and kneeling up between her legs I caught site of this young mans enormous cock , Jill reached for the lubrication and started to apply it to Ray’s cock also putting some on her own pussy, I could see by the look on Ray’s face he loved to be stroked. Jill opened her pussy lips with her left hand and holding Ray’s cock in her right hand she guided it into her vagina I noticed Ray had a look of lust on his face while Jill flinched slightly as he entered her, I must admit he was very gentle he was very slow at entering Jill and has he went deeper Jill looked really composed, to be honest I had expected it to be a painful experience for her. He was soon well into her and has he moved gently in and out Jill was returning his thrust which helped him to get further inside her, they were soon moving in rhythm and I was finding it more exciting than I thought it would be, but after about ten minutes I noticed that Ray had not managed to get his cock in all the way. He than tried something different and asked Jill to kneel up, now I know she likes doggy but I am never too good at it because I cum too quickly, her cunt was opened wide as she presented herself to him and as they were both very wet Ray was soon deep inside her, Jill let out what I can only call a soft quiet scream as Ray started to move inside her and this time he was fully inside her and Jill was moaning even louder now, after about five minutes Ray leaned forward and cupped Jill’s tits in his hands and asked her if she wanted to change over again and he laid her on her back, I heard her whisper yes and they changed places Ray was soon well inside Jill this time and after a few more minutes of moaning and squeals of delight Ray blurted out where do you want me to cum Jill no reply from Jill she just clamped her legs tightly around him and knowing that grip I knew Ray had no chance of pulling out in no time at all he groaned and I could see he was giving Jill his full load, Jill just moaned softly and said OMG wonderful please leave it in. I decided it was time for me to go down stairs and leave them to wind down and perhaps have some more time on their own, But that wasn’t the only reason I needed the downstairs bathroom I had a tremendous hard on that needed some serious attention.

The Candle Part One

Tommy sat watching the television, his mother was talking on the telephone. ‘Yes Maureen, I’ll ask him and get back to you tomorrow, bye.’ Norma replaced the receiver and turned to her son, ‘Maureen was wondering if you could pop in on Saturday to fix her bedroom light, it keeps burning out the bulbs.’ Tommy looked up, his mother was always asking him to do little jobs for her friends, he didn’t mind, it was just that she said he wasn’t to ask too much in payment. This what not the way he was going to make his fortune. ‘Sure mum, I’ll pop in on Saturday morning, I expect there might be a short.’ He waited for her to mention about the payment, then said, ‘I know, I’m not to charge her too much.’ Saturday morning came, Tommy collected the tools from the shed, then made his way to Mrs Hudson’s house. Although Tommy was only fifteen, he had a natural aptitude for fixing anything electrical, mechanical or even things made of timber. His mother’s friends trusted him to do a proper job. Mrs Hudson was one of his mother’s closest friends. A sixty one year old widow, she had lost her husband after they had only been married for six weeks. The strange thing is, that they had never consummated their marriage. As Maureen Hudson had never remarried, she was still technically a virgin. Knocking loudly, he waited, the door opened and Mrs Hudson smiled, ‘hello Tommy, thanks for coming so quickly, this is costing me a fortune in light bulbs, but first we must have a cup of tea.’ This was more an statement than an invitation, he knew from past experience that she enjoyed his company and the chats they had while they drank their tea. He set down his tool box and sat in the armchair. Soon she returned with the tray of tea. ‘So Tommy, how is school going? I expect you’re close to leaving, have you decided on what you’re going to do?’ He was about to answer, but she continued, ‘have you got yourself a girlfriend yet? I don’t except you get much time, doing all these little jobs.’ From time to time, she allowed him to say a few words, but never enough to answer her questions completely. When the tea was finished, she said, ‘you know the way upstairs, do you need the electricity turned off yet?’ he shook his head, ‘no, I need to test the wiring first to see where the problem lies.’ Upstairs, he opened his toolbox and took out the tester, he removed the light bulb and plugged in the tester, then he switched on the light switch, the unit buzzed straight away. He removed the unit and called down for Mrs Hudson to turn off the electricity. He unscrewed the cover from the light fitting on the ceiling and saw that the inside was corroded. Tommy always came prepared, he had a new fitting in the tool box. Once it was fitted, he asked her to switch the electricity on again. He plugged in the tester and it remained silent, he replaced it with the bulb, when he flicked on the switch, he was dismayed that the light did not come on. Going to the top of the stairs, he called out, ‘Mrs Hudson, do you have a spare bulb?’ ‘Yes, hang on a minute Tommy, I will need to look in the cupboard.’ Tommy looked around the room as he waited. It was clean and bright, the dressing table was a bit old fashioned, he saw that she had the same sort of brush and comb set as his mother kept on hers. There were the usual assortment of makeup remover, face cream and the typical stuff that his mother had. Then he spotted something his mother didn’t have on her dressing table, it was a candle. Tommy picked it up and examined it, it was slightly larger than the type his mother kept in the kitchen drawer for when there was a power cut. It was more like the sort they had in church, it was about eight inches long and at least an inch and a half in diameter. It was probably quite old, as it was curved, he noticed that the end was rounded and that the wick was missing. ‘Not much use in a power cut.’ Then he saw that there were some hairs embedded in the surface near the bottom. He failed to hear Mrs Hudson coming up the stairs. ‘What are you doing with that?’ Her voice startled him and he dropped the candle. It fell to the floor with a crash and he saw to his horror that it had broken into several pieces. ‘Now look what you’ve done.’ Tommy knelt to pick up the pieces. ‘Leave it,’ she said. Tommy picked up the broken pieces of the candle. ‘I’m sorry, mum has a box of candles in doors, I’ll give you one of those to replace it.’ There was a weird sort of expression on Mrs Hudson’s face, not angry, more like dismay. ‘Didn’t your mother ever tell you to leave peoples personal property alone?’ ‘I said sorry, and that I would replace it,’ he said. ‘those candles aren’t any good.’ ‘Why not?’ he asked. ‘Because they’re not big enough.’ Her expression changed, as if she had realised what she had just said. Tommy was about to speak, but she interrupted him. ‘I mean that they don’t last long enough.’ Tommy just said, ‘oh, I see.’ ‘I think you should go, just tell your mother what I owe you for fixing the light and I’ll give her the money.’ Tommy saw little point in arguing, so he packed his toolbox and left. His mother was out when he got home, he put his toolbox away and made himself a sandwich and a cup of tea, as he sat at the table, he thought about the candle, he wondered if he might obtain one from the local church. After he had eaten, he made his way up to the local church, inside, he saw the vicar, not being a churchgoer, other than the odd wedding, funeral and christening, he was unsure how to address the man. ‘Er, excuse me, I was wondering if you could help me.’ ‘Certainly young man.’ The vicar looked fairly pleasant. ‘I need a candle, I had an accident at a friends house and broke hers.’ There was a confused look on the vicars face. Tommy described the size of the candle. ‘Ah, I think that sounds more like an alter candle, you might have more luck at a catholic church,’ he said. He gave Tommy directions to St Marks and Tommy thanked him. At St Marks, he saw the priest about to lock the door, he hurriedly explained his predicament. ‘I see, well we do have those, it is most unusual for parishioners to have them for use at home, they tend to prefer the small ones.’ Tommy asked if it was possible to purchase one anyway. ‘Yes, of course, but they cost about four pounds each.’ Tommy thanked him, but said it was more than he cared to pay. That evening, the phone rang, his mother answered, ‘hello Maureen, yes he is, just a moment, I’ll get him.’ ‘Tommy, it’s Maureen, she would like to speak to you.’ His mother handed him the phone and went into the kitchen to make the evening meal. ‘Hello.’ Mrs Hudson spoke quietly, ‘is your mother there?’ ‘No, she’s gone in the kitchen, why?’ ‘Well, I wanted to make sure it was alright to talk.’ It all sounded a bit cloak and dagger. ‘I’m sorry if I overreacted earlier today, I was a bit upset, you didn’t tell your mother about the candle did you?’ He wondered why she should be so concerned that his mother might find out, so he decided to test her, ‘no I haven’t, I was going to tell her just as you rang.’ There was a loud intake of breath from the other end of the phone. ‘Please Tommy, I would prefer it if you didn’t.’ ‘Why?’ ‘It’s a bit difficult to explain.’ Her voice was tinged with anxiety. ‘Listen Tommy, if you call round tomorrow, I will explain, but you must promise not to say anything to your mother.’ He promised. Tommy pondered on why Mrs Hudson was reluctant that his mother found out about the candle, it was just something to light when the power went. Then he remembered that there was no wick, only those few stray hairs stuck in the wax. He wondered where the hairs had come from, Tommy suddenly realised what she used the candle for. It had to be the answer, that’s why she didn’t want his mother to know. Mrs Hudson must use the candle to play with herself. Tommy suddenly began to feel excited. Maureen placed the phone back in it’s cradle, she sat down with tears in her eyes and reflected on the situation. Recalling the reason for moving the last time, it seemed that history was repeating itself. Maureen used to live in a bungalow, a neighbours boy, about Tommy’s age, had climbed over the fence to fetch the football he had kicked over, he had looked through the bedroom window and saw her pleasuring herself. Maureen was mortified that he had seen her doing this most intimate thing. Hurriedly putting on her dressing gown, she had caught him in the garden as he was about to climb back over the fence. He had looked at her with contempt, when she asked him not to say anything, but he just laughed, she recalled the words he had said. ‘You dirty old cow, my mum won’t want you coming to our house any more when I tell her what you were doing.’ Despite her protestations, he went home and told his mother. Suddenly, every one she knew started to avoid her, they crossed the street, she saw them pointing and whispering. Finally, enough was enough and she moved away. After thinking about it, she decided to front Tommy when he came round, she would try to reason with him, even offer him money, then maybe he would refrain from telling his mother. If he did, then she would just have to move again. Tommy put down the phone. ‘What did Maureen want Tommy?’ ‘Oh, she didn’t have any change when I fixed her light, so she asked if she could pay me another time, I agreed to go tomorrow.’ His mother smiled, ‘don’t you charge her too much.’ He returned the smile, ‘of course not.’ The following day, as he knocked on her door, Tommy started to lose his confidence, what if she called his bluff, of course he had no intention of telling his mother, but he had hoped Mrs Hudson thought he would. The door opened and Mrs Hudson stood there, he saw the expression on her face, it wasn’t exactly fear, more anxious. ‘Hello Tommy, would you like to come in?’ ‘Thank you.’ Mrs Hudson showed him into her living room. ‘Please sit down Tommy, the kettle is on.’ He sat and she returned shortly with the tray. He waited until she handed him a cup and she sat down. Neither spoke and he wondered if she was waiting for him begin the conversation. Then she said. ‘Can I ask you Tommy, about the candle, I expect you’ve guessed what I use it for?’ He had a good idea, but he wasn’t going to say, he was hoping that she would tell him, ‘well, I wasn’t really sure.’ There was a pause, he heard her clearing her throat. ‘It is obvious that unless I explain, then you will tell your mother, the truth is Tommy, that I use it to masturbate with.’ He sat there for a moment, he was unsure whether she expected a response. If he said nothing, then she might assume the matter was closed, this was not what he wanted. So he asked. ‘Why?’ Mrs Hudson gave him a look he was being obtuse. ‘I assume that as you didn’t ask what masturbation was, then you probably do it as well?’ He detected the question in her response, he also realised that she would know he was lying if he denied it, so he just nodded. ‘Thank you for not insulting my intelligence Tommy, in that case, as you masturbate, you’re obviously are able to reach a climax?’ He had not expected her to be so forthright, she was asking him if he came. ‘Yes, I do.’ ‘Well, I masturbate for the same reason, I enjoy the feeling when I climax, does that satisfy your curiosity?’ He wondered if he would be pressing his luck by asking another question, so he said, ‘may I ask you another question?’ Her head nodded gently. ‘When I offered to replace it with one of mums candles, what did you mean when you said they weren’t big enough?’ Mrs Hudson took a drink from her cup, then said. ‘Because a smaller one doesn’t feel as good.’ ‘I don’t understand?’ Mrs Hudson sighed, it seemed that Tommy would not be satisfied until she told him everything. ‘Well Tommy, as you seem so interested, I find it more satisfying feeling the larger one inside my vagina.’ Tommy felt his cock start to grow. Maureen saw him push his hand into his lap and realised that her telling him this was getting him excited, she decided to keep the tone of the conversation at a personal level. ‘So Tommy, does it shock you, to know that I enjoy using this object in my vagina to masturbate?’ His penis was now fully erect, her talking plainly about what she did with the candle was causing him to become aroused. He shook his head. ‘No, quite the opposite.’ Mrs Hudson saw that he was interested, this in turn was causing her to feel excited. ‘Do you want me to talk some more about it?’ Tommy nodded his head enthusiastically. ‘Very well then,’ she continued, ‘I know it’s not exactly the same shape as a man, it doesn’t have the ridge around the top like on a man, I sometimes wonder what that would feel like when it’s moving up and down inside me.’ Tommy asked another question, ‘But I thought you had been married?’ Maureen explained how her husband had died before they were able to have sex, and that she had never sought the company of another man, but she still had needs. He sat there open mouthed. ‘So Tommy, does that finally satisfy your curiosity?’ He asked her, ‘but why not with a man?’ ‘Oh, that’s simple, most men in my age group are either married, smell or they can’t get an erection.’ ‘So why not find a younger one?’ Maureen smiled, since he was showing an interest, she thought she would test him, ‘is that an offer Tommy?’ His face went beet red, ‘oh no, I didn’t mean to suggest that, I haven’t even seen a lady down there.’ He pointed to her lap. Maureen wondered if she had gone too far, if he thought she was making fun of him, he might tell his mother out of revenge. ‘I’m sorry Tommy, of course you wouldn’t want to have sex with an old woman like me, would you?’ Tommy, ‘I don’t know, I mean, I think I should go now.’ Maureen still felt concerned, he still might tell his mother, ‘If you’re going to tell your mother Tommy, would you let me know, then I can make arrangements to move away, I can’t go through that again.’ He asked her what she meant, he sat down as she told him of the reason she had to leave her previous home. This was the last thing he wanted, ‘no, you don’t have to move, I won’t tell her, I won’t tell anyone, I promise.’ A look of relief flooded onto Mrs Hudson’s face. Then he asked, ‘would you mind me asking, how much did he see?’ Maureen realised that he liked to talk about this, so she said, ‘well, he must have seen me pushing the candle in and out of my vagina.’ He squirmed in the chair, ‘thank you for trusting me by telling me that, like I said, this will remain between the two of us.’ ‘Thank you Tommy, now I must pay you for fixing my light.’ He refused to take anything, even when she tried to press the five pound note into his hand, he told her that it was too much, and handed it back to her. Maureen in turn gave it back to him and he shook his head, ‘no, I won’t take it,’ in trying to return it, he somehow pressed it into her lap. ‘Oh sorry Mrs Hudson, I didn’t mean to do that, please don’t tell my mother.’ ‘It’s alright, I realise it was an accident, I won’t say anything to her.’ He looked relieved and said, ‘I think I’d better be getting back.’ Mrs Hudson followed him to the front door. ‘Goodnight Tommy, oh and Tommy, I enjoyed our little chat, would you like to talk about this again?’ Tommy didn’t answer, he just walked quickly down the garden path to the gate, he turned back as he closed the gate, she stood in the doorway. ‘Er, yes, if you don’t mind, goodnight Mrs Hudson.’ For the rest of the week, Tommy couldn’t stop thinking about what they had discussed. Was she joking when she asked if he was offering to have sex with her. The thought brought on an erection and he undid his trousers and hooked out his penis. Pulling his foreskin back, he studied the ridge that she had described, this was the most sensitive part of his organ. He made a mental comparison with his cock and the memory of the candle, he estimated that there wasn’t a lot of difference in the thickness, his was probably an inch shorter. If only he could make her a wax one that looked like his. Then out loud, he said, ‘mmm, maybe I could.’ The next day, he went to the library, he selected some books on making things with wax, then took them to the reading section, he took out a notepad and pencil, then proceeded to make notes from the books he had selected. Raiding his savings, he went to the shops and brought the supplies he needed. He was going to buy a jar Vaseline, but remembered that his mother kept a jar in her bedroom, this would save him some money. From the hardware shop, he purchased two boxes of candles and a cheap saucepan, then finally from the hobby shop, a large bag of plaster of Paris. He went to the shed and found some pieces of thin plywood and set about constructing a box. The dimensions were three inches square and nine inches deep. He smoothed the opening at the top with glass paper. Then he had to wait until he knew his mother was going to be out for most of the day. On the Thursday, his mother informed him that he was going to visit a friend who lived some distance away and that he would have to make his dinner. ‘That’s alright mum, I’ll make myself a sandwich for lunch as I have some small jobs to do.’ He waited thirty minutes after she had gone, just in case she had forgotten something and returned. Then he went to his room, he took with him a jug of water, a small mixing bowl and the box. Clearing off the worktop which he had setup in his bedroom for repairing small items, he took out the bag of things he had purchased earlier in the week. Tommy went into his mother’s room and picked up the jar of Vaseline, then back in his room he pulled the curtains and began mixing some of the plaster of Paris in the bowl with some water, when this was ready, he opened the jar of Vaseline and noticed that there were several hairs just inside. Strange thoughts went through his mind, he dismissed them and smeared his penis with Vaseline, then proceeded to stroke himself until he was fully aroused. He needed to use an elastic band wrapped around the base of his penis to ensure his foreskin remained pulled back from the head, so that the ridge was fully exposed, the band seem to make him even harder. He placed a plastic bag that had a hole in it around his pubic area, he didn’t fancy shaving his hair, then he poured a small amount of the mixed plaster into the box. Finally, he inserted his erect penis into the centre of the box and poured enough plaster in to fill the box to the top. He just had to wait. Tommy didn’t realise that when plaster hardened, it gave off heat, he felt the warmth spreading into his penis, then it got hotter, he kept testing the plaster to see if it had set and he was close to pulling his organ from the mould. When he could bear it no longer, he snipped the elastic band and his erection lost some of it’s intensity, this allowed him to remove his penis from the plaster. Apart from a few hairs that had stuck in the plaster which Tommy felt was somewhat ironic, there appeared to be no damage to his member, other than it was somewhat red. He went to the bathroom and washed any remnants of the plaster from his penis. Having dressed, he left the plaster to harden completely and went to make himself a sandwich. Retuning an hour later, he removed the ply from around the hardened plaster. Then with an extremely fine saw, he cut the plaster so that the mould separated into two halves, this would help when removing the finished wax cast. He secured the two halves with strong elastic bands and took a small camping stove from one of the cupboards, he lit this and broke one box of candles into the saucepan, he removed the wicks, then setting the gas as low as possible, he put the saucepan on it and waited for the wax to melt, he knew that it must not get too hot as the wax could turn black and would not set properly. Tommy’s other concern was that the hot wax might crack the mould, he poured the melted wax slowly into the mould until it reached the top. When the wax had cooled down, he cut the elastic bands and eased the two halves apart, the wax seemed flawless and apart from the seam of where the two halves of the mould met, it was perfect. Using a craft knife, he sc****d the seam until it was smooth. A final polish with a soft cloth and he held the object up and examined it. Tommy laughed, he saw that it even had the small opening where his pee came out. Carefully wrapping the item and putting it in a cardboard box, he hid it in his wardrobe. That evening, Mrs Hudson came to visit his mother and Tommy stayed for a while, then said he was going for a walk. He took the spare key that Mrs Hudson had given his mother in case she locked herself out. He went to his room and collected the cardboard box. He quickly wrote a note: Just to replace the one that I broke, I hope it’s alright. Tommy. He walked along the road to Mrs Hudson’s house and let himself in, he put the box on the table and placed the note next to it, then he let himself out and went for his walk. Mrs Hudson had left by the time he returned home, his mother looked up as he entered the room. ‘Tommy, could you give Maureen a call, she said it’s rather important.’ ‘Sure mum, just looking for something in the drawer.’ He slipped the key back where he found it and went to the phone. Mrs Hudson picked the phone up on the first ring. ‘Tommy, I found the package you left, I need to speak to you, can you come round now?’ Tommy tried to detect her disposition from the sound of her voice, perhaps she was angry, he started to regret having made it. If he refused, she might tell his mother. ‘Yes, of course Mrs Hudson, I’ll bring my tool box.’ He hung up, ‘Mrs Hudson has a problem with her cooker, it won’t light, so I said I would go round now, is that alright mum?’ His mother smiled, ‘of course it is, but don’t forget, you’re not to charge her too much.’ The door opened before he rang the bell. Mrs Hudson’s face seemed flushed. ‘Thank you for coming round Tommy, please come in.’ They went to the living room, as he entered, he saw the opened box on the table, the object lay beside it. He went on the defensive, ‘I’m sorry if I’ve offended you Mrs Hudson, I just thought it might replace the one I broke, I’ll get rid of it if you want?’ Placing her hand on his arm, she said, ‘oh Tommy, I’m not angry, I think it’s a wonderful gift, you must have spent ages carving it, it’s almost like a real one.’ He breathed a sigh of relief, then without thinking, he said, ‘I didn’t carve it, it’s a cast.’ Then he blushed when he realised what he had admitted. ‘Oh, you mean that’s you?’ He nodded sheepishly. Mrs Hudson raised her eyebrows. Having persuaded him to accept a cup of tea, they sat down. ‘May I ask you a personal question Tommy?’ He shrugged and said, ‘yes, if you want.’ ‘When you said you haven’t seen a woman down here,’ she put her hand in her lap, ‘what do you think about when you masturbate? I mean, I know what a man looks like, so I can think about that.’ He thought for a moment, then said, ‘I thought you never did it.’ ‘That’s right Tommy, it was never acceptable to have intercourse before marriage, but before we married, my late husband and I used to masturbate each other.’ ‘Oh, I see, well in answer to your question I just concentrate on getting the feeling.’ Then he asked, ‘may I ask you a very personal question?’ ‘Yes, of course.’ ‘What does it look like?’ ‘Do you mean a woman’s vagina?’ He nodded. Mrs Hudson didn’t answer straight away and he thought he had offended her. Then she spoke, ‘they’re all different, a girl may not have any pubic hair on it and the lips will probably be thin, as she gets older, she will grow hair, some have a lot, some may even shave the hair off. Then as a woman reaches her sixties, her hair might thin and become grey, the opening may become relaxed, it varies from woman to woman.’ He sat there, and she sensed he wanted to ask her something else, but was reticent to. ‘Mine is very hairy Tommy.’ He felt his cock start to stiffen. ‘Is the hair the same colour as on your head?’ ‘Tommy, it might be better if I offered to let you see mine?’ He sat up, she thought he was going to make a bolt for the door. He struggled for the words, ‘I, er, I’m not sure, I mean what if my mum found out?’ Not wanting to frighten him off, she kept her voice soft and low, ‘I wouldn’t do anything to hurt or embarrass you Tommy, I just thought that as you had made me that wonderful present, then in return, I could give you something to think about when you relieve yourself.’ He sat there, not speaking, she could see that he was deep in thought, so she left him to decide excusing herself to go to the bathroom. Once inside, she hitched up her skirt and removed her knickers, she washed herself thoroughly between her legs, the last thing she wanted was for him to detect any unsavoury odours. Then she returned to the living room. ‘Have you made your mind up Tommy?’ He blushed slightly as he asked, ‘I won’t have to do anything?’ Maureen smiled gently, ‘we can stop any time you want to.’ He nodded, ‘alright.’ Maureen positioned him on the chair opposite, then she sat on the edge of her armchair. ‘Are you ready?’ He didn’t speak, he just nodded. Maureen brought her feet up, so they were resting on the edge of the chair, then she spread her knees apart. Tommy gasped when her pubic hair came into sight. Maureen slid her hands down outside her legs, then underneath. Her fingers were either side of her opening. ‘Are you ready Tommy? I’m going to pull myself open.’ He gasped even louder, when Maureen pulled the lips of her vagina fully open. Tommy sat there without speaking, Maureen thought she had gone too far. ‘Sorry Tommy, I expect you think it’s revolting.’ ‘No, I think it’s beautiful, it’s just…’ he held back from finishing the sentence. ‘Please Tommy, finish what you were going to say.’ ‘Well, I can’t see how the candle can fit in that small hole.’ ‘Pass me the candle Tommy, I think you’ll be surprised.’ Tommy reached over to the table and picked up the candle, he handed it to her. Maureen placed the tip at the entrance to her vagina and started to press it in, she gave a little groan. ‘Does it hurt Mrs Hudson?’ ‘No Tommy, tell me, when you reach your climax, what does it feel like?’ ‘Well, it’s a sort of painful pleasant feeling, why?’ ‘Well it’s the same when I push it inside me, it sort of hurts, but it’s nice at the same time.’ He watched as the wax replica of his cock went deeper inside her vagina, finally, apart from the inch that she held in her hand, it was all inside her. ‘Wow,’ was all he could say. ‘You see Tommy, it goes in okay, if this really was your penis, then I have to say, I would enjoy having it inside my vagina.’ Maureen withdrew the object and lowered her legs, Tommy felt disappointed. ‘So Tommy, what did you think?’ ‘I thought it was amazing, but why did you stop?’ ‘Well, the object of the exercise was to give you something to think about when you masturbate, I don’t think it would be a good idea to go any further.’ At that moment, Tommy wanted to go further, but he was afraid to say anything. Maureen sensed that he wanted to watch her masturbate. She would like nothing better, but she needed to keep him keen. The look of disappointment was apparent on his face. ‘Perhaps we can talk again Tommy, but I think we need to take things one step at a time.’ His face brightened when she said this, ‘whatever you say Mrs Hudson, I think I’d better make a move, I gave the excuse I was going to look at your gas cooker.’ Mrs Hudson laughed, ‘I have an electric cooker Tommy, you’re going to have to be a tad more careful if we’re going to keep meeting like this.’ ‘Sorry, I didn’t think, I will be more careful in future.’ When he got home, he said to his mother, ‘I think I’m losing me marbles, Mrs Hudson has an electric cooker, it was just a fuse problem, didn’t take me long, so I didn’t charge her.’ His mother gave him a questioning look, ‘You seemed to have taken a long time to mend a fuse.’ Tommy thought quickly, ‘well, I had to stop for a cup of tea.’ ‘That’s nice Tommy, I expect you were glad to get away.’ ‘Actually mum, I think Mrs Hudson is an extremely interesting person to talk to, I quite enjoy her company.’ His mother smiled, ‘that’s really nice Tommy, I’m glad you like Maureen, I hope you and Maureen become very close friends.’ ‘So do I mum, so do I.’

Enjoyement In Goa

[video][/video from Mumbai, I’m 21 years old with gud athelitic body and m six feet tall little handsome also. This is true incident which happen during my recent trip to Goa, in the month of May. I wanted to take a break after hectic months of work at office and I was bored to the teeth and I decided to make a trip to Goa on my own. Well I boarded the train (weekly train) to Goa from mumbai and arrived in Panjim. I was trying to save money and was looking out for some homestay that I could find. I had difficulty in finding a decent place, for as an Indian you are more allien to Goa and this being my first visit here. Well, I headed for Anjuna beach and I discovered that Anjuna was populated by many forgien tourists. I found that the girls were gorgeous and it wasn’t too difficult to chat with them, but the only hitch was that, I was alien to that friendly atmosphere. I ventured into a tarvern for a beer and settled into a chair and ordered for some cold beer Soon the cold beer arrived and I was gulping down the cold beer, the weather being really hot outside, the cold beer was doing wonders to me. I was soon joined by a hefty blonde lady. More to the fact she was fat and busty. She smiled at me from across the table and ordered a drink. I was hesitant to do the talking and was relieved when she broke the ice by mentioning about the hot weather and the conversation began. She told me that she was from Scandinavia and was visiting Goa alone and for the first time, she had hired a small villa and she will be in Goa for a couple of weeks. It transpired that she was 26, seperated and owned a business interest in Copenhagen. I explained my predicament that am not able to find any good and decent enough home stay. The better off once are so costly or the the cheap once are unfit to live. She offered me to join her at her villa for a couple of days. The invitation came forth with the idea of a delicious dinner with a couple of bottle of wine it’s no fun being alone she said so we must make most of the evenings. I knew what she meant, so I agreed to join her at her villa. She immediately wrote the address of the villa on a piece of paper she scrapped out from the waiter’s pad and we parted. I then went and brought a few pack of ciggeretts and some magazines and some drinks. Big women do appeal to me and also I was keen on a cheap and decent place of stay and some good food. In the evening I reached her villa and she greeted me at the door looking extremely elegant in a flowing maroon evening dress. She wore her platinum blonde hair in a ponytail at the back. Her skin seemed smooth and cleans with an even tan of beautiful deep brown. It was then that under the fat exterior, I could see a stunning woman. She handed me a drink as soon as I reached the sofa, she then put some slow romantic music on the music system and started the small talk. She started by asking me if I had difficulty in finding the place and on she went, after a long talk, we then ate a fantastic scandinavian meal, which she had prepared and by the end of it we had finished one bottles of expensive crystal white wine. Sacndinavian women seem much more liberated in there thoughts and are more physical in there expression than American or British. She took the initiative by taking me by the hand and showing me round her villa. It was the ultimate in luxury and must have cost a fortune even for the once who hire them. I thus came to the conclusion that my friend here was a filthy rich lady to have been able to afford such an expensive villa. Finally, she said this is the bedroom She entered and switched on the lights. It was a huge room with a large bed in the middle. It was covered with a single white satin sheet with matching white pillows. The lamp on the track lighting was directed straight on the bed. It seemed like a perfect setting for a film set. She then said “You look very tired, why dont you undress and lie down, while I massage some cool cream onto your tanned body. This suddenly caught me off guard and I felt like running away from there. But her hands holding me seemed to have sensed the thought on my mind and it clasped me more firmly. Please, your body seems to be so appealing, do take of your cloths, I would like to see it, she said in a husky voice with a lusty tone to it. I had never experienced any encounter with hefty women before, even though I wanted one and I was not sure there stood a chance for the same in the future, so I nodded in approval as she hesitantly reached for the buttons of my shirt. She went behind me and started to rub some white, cool cream on to my back. Her actions were smooth and slow and very stimulating. Now your front”, she said and turned me around. She started on my chest playing extra attention on my nipples and worked her way down very expertly. I could see, she was getting a kick out of this by the broad smile on her face. She worked her way down to my waist, undid my jaeans from the front and pulled them down my legs. I kicked of my sandals and stepped out of my jeans. I felt like a Greek god with her as my slave paying homage to my holy body. She continued to rub the cool cream into my skin, starting at my ankles and working up to my crotch. I just stood there absorbing all this pleasure, looking at her caressing and massaging by body. “These will be removed”, she said and tugged at my innerwear. I helped her with it and had my member standing out erect, its head blisteringly tight. I stood there naked and ready for action, while she was fully clothed. You will now undress me, she said. I undid the zip on the back of her dress and began to remove it. To my shock and suprise, I found she was wearing a black leather bra and panty, underneath. She the sat on the bed and then took my erect rod in her hand and inspected them and as a reward took my erect rod in her mouth and sucked it, till I came in her mouth. She the removed her panty and showed me the rich growth of pubic hair. I told her that it had to be cleaned, she then brought me a razor and some cream and water, I applied the cream and water to her pubic area and lathered it properly and shaved her pubic area and cleaned it with a damp cloth, I then took her right hand and placed her palm over her pubic and she was pleased to fing it very smooth and clean, she then said I will clean up your bush in return, so lie down on the bed’. Then she applied the cream and water and raised up a rich foam and then slowly and carefully cleaned up all the hair growth around my erect rod and those around my balls and anus, and then she wiped it clean with a damp cloth towel and kept aside the razor cup and towels. She the came near to me and turned her back to me, and asked me to unhook her bra, initally i found it very difficult in removing the hooks of her bra, as they were of hard leather, but I finally managed to remove them. A strong smell was coming from here bra, which I took to my nostrils and deeply inhaled the aromatic smell of the leather and her womenly smell mixed together. It gave me a real erotic feeling and twitching in my rod. She then lay down next to me on the satin bed and led my head to her whopper of 46 or 48 inches and between gasps asked me to knead and suck on them hard. She took hold of my buttock in her hand and pressed them hard against her pussy. She asked me to make love. I then climed above her and was sucking and kneading on her breast, with my other hand, I was fingering her pussy, which was over flowing with her pussy juice. She then took hold of my erect rod and placed it in between her pussy and I gave a hard push. My rod went into her pussy easly because it was too large a size, where even my entire fist would enter inside with out any friction. She then started to lift my buttucks up and bring it down, for about 3 to four minutes, till I came in her, in a massive flood. Now that was really good, she said. She then went to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of chilled wine and a pair of glass, and poured us both a drink. I poured some of the chilled wine on to breast and started to suck on them, meanwhile she took my rod and dipped in into her glass and then again started to suck on my rod. We the turned around in 69 position and I poured some cool wine on her pussy and started to suck on them. We soon emptied ourselfs into each other and fell asl**p. She woke up after an hour or so and she looked more than satisfied. She woke me up and said”I hope you would like to continue your stay here for a week or more, with no questions asked’. I was overwhelmed and fully heartedly agreed to stay with her for the whole of the week. Thus, I stayed with this Scandinavian beauty in Goa for a whole week, enjoying the good and delicious food and wine and also having free and fantastic sex, as and when I needed it. I lived the life of a Greek God with slave women, at my feet, ready to feed and have sex with me any time. The week soon came to an end and, I had to leave for Chennai, the parting was really hard, for she litterlly started to cry. We exchanged each others email and postal address and mobile numbers, with a promise to keep in touch with each other, and to meet at the same place during the next holidays. Dear readers, I do hope that you would have liked this true incident of mine. I would realy appreciate the genuine feed back from for all readers and especially from all female reader. If any girl aur aunty intrested to have sex with me can contact me to :

Sara and Me

After our fun sl**pover with Trish, Sara and I became much closer.Her parents were frequently out of town as long haul truckers and to avoid spending so much time alone they wanted her to have a place to stay with people who cared about her.We spent a lot of time together riding bikes after classes let out.In the evening we would go in my bedroom to listen to music and do our homework.If my parents were home we would shut the door and turn the music up a little so we would not be discovered.I had a twin sized bed that we slept in,since we were both about 120lbs. it wasn't too uncomfortable.At night after every one else was asl**p Sara and I would snuggle close spooning each other,we always slept in the nude, it felt so nice when I had my arm around her cupping her nice little boobs with my hand as her soft creamy ass arched back rubbing against my pubic hair,I would altenate from massaging her breasts to stroking her long blonde hair with my left hand as my right rubbed and fingered her pussy,when I pulled my fingers out after massaging her for ten minutes or so I would lick her pussy juices off my fingers and we would share passionate kisses,Sara loved the taste of her pussy as much as I did.She told me that once she let a guy from school lick her pussy but he could not even begin to compare with the special way I licked it.She liked how I didn't mind spending as much time as it took to have her convulsing in orgasm after orgasm.I knew just how she liked it. I would begin with soft fettered kisses barely touching her labia with my lips and tongue,then I would alternately flick my tongue a little faster darting it in and out of her, then flatten it out lapping at her musky sweetness.From my first time of tasting pussy that night with Trish before Sara showed up,I was hooked on the taste.Sara and I would play little games together to get aroused before our long love making sessions,one of our favorites was to sniff each others sweaty well worn panties while the other was cleaning up in the shower,I would get soooo wet licking the crusty's in the crotch of Sara's panties,stretching the elastic gussets I would run my tongue back and forth savoring the tangy musk that always made my mouth water and pussy itch and burn with lust.One of our favorite pastimes was tribbing.We would stretch out on the bed and scissor each other reveling in the soft warm heat as we grinded our wet pussies together sucking each others toes as our juices intermingled.Sara eventually moved 500 miles away and has been dating a girl in the city where she lives.We still stay in contact exchanging letters,now I'm trying to talk her in to visiting sometime soon with her new girlfriend!

Miracle Baby

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How I Got turned into a Dick slut...pt1

After I was assaulted by Charlie, Daniel and Bruce in the basement of Bruce's home, the three of them would assault me when ever and where ever they wanted to. At first I did not want them to assail me, but once they found out I was not going to turn them in they would attack me when ever they wanted to. At first I would do all I could to avoid them, then one day as I was heading for the park, I ran in to Bruce. He was alone and told me that he was sorry that they had attacked me. He told me that he would show me how to fight back and to defend myself. Like a fool I followed him to his cousin place, he was staying they week with them and they lived in government housing, I thought that it would be safe. As we got to Bruce's cousin apartment, it was on the third floor of government housing. The floor was concrete, and sparsely furnished, Bruce asked me to sat in the living room while he checked the house. The apartment had three bedrooms and one toilet down a hall way off the living room. The kitchen was adjoining the living and there was only one door, I didn't feel comfortable but was sure that Bruce was not going to try anything alone. After he had checked the apartment he came back and rearranged the furniture so that we could wrestle on the floor. After a few movements and turns he suggested that we get a beer. Not ever having d***k any beer I tried to refuse, he said that he could not drink a whole beer and would split one with me. I was sitting in the chair in the living room as Bruce opened the beer and poured it into two glasses. As Bruce made his way back to the living room his feet got caught in the covers on the floor and Bruce stumbled and wasted both glasses on me. Drenched and smelling like beer Bruce tried to mop the beer off of me. Finally he suggested that I get out of the wet clothes and he would wash them in the washer and dry them in the drier. He even gave me a pair of shorts to wear while my clothes were washing. I went into the toilet and changed into the shorts, it was than that I found out the shorts were six sizes too big and hung off of me like a cheap dress. When I came back into the living room and gave Bruce my clothes I was astonished to see Bruce had changed into a pair of gym shorts that fit him well. Bruce had poured two more glasses of beer and had them sitting on the coffee table. I told him about the shorts he said 'don't worry, your clothes will be dry in about a hour and half. I gave him my clothes he offered me the beer, I d***k about half of it and sat the glass back down. Bruce came back and suggested that we continue with our lesson, we started again. I tried to place him in a scissor lock, Bruce twisted around till he was was between my legs and they were wrapped around him. He raised up pushing my legs higher and higher till he broke the hold. It was than that I realized that his dick was hard and was rubbing against the inside of my thighs. I said to him 'alright, you win. Let me up, come on let go of me.' Bruce said nothing, he lowered his face to mine and kissed my lips. Startled I twisted my face away from his and his cock slipped across my anal opening. I tried to twist and turn away from him, but by now the beer was beginning to take effect. Bruce was nibbling at my neck and sucking on my ear lobes, I was started to become aroused at his manipulations. Bruce continued to kiss and suck my neck till I just laid there as he grind his cock against my butt hole. I found myself surrendering to him as he seduced me, I felt his dick head as it rubbed against my anus till I relaxed and he entered my butt. Bruce was grinding his rigid cock deep into my rectum when suddenly his cousin grabbed Bruce and lifted him up exclaiming 'boy didn't I tell you about bringing your bitches up here fucking them.' I tried to scrambled away, his cousin reached down and got hold of my leg and lifted me up in the air by one leg. His cousin looked between my legs and saw my limp dick and hollered 'boy this ain't even a real bitch you fucking .' I was dangling from this giant of a d***ks hand as he twisted me around looking at my dick and butt hole. I didn't know what to do except try to hide my nakedness, Bruce's cousin looked at him and said what made my whole body tremble 'boy you didn't know how to fuck a real bitch till I showed you, now I'm gonna show you how to fuck a fake bitch.' His cousin dropped me to the floor, I tried to move away only to have him step on my neck and hold me down while he undid his pants. I knew that his cousin had been drinking, I could smell it on his breath and assumed that he was in the bedroom while Bruce was trying to sex me on the floor. His cousin stepped out of his clothes and pulled the over sized pants off of my body. His dick was standing straight and true solid as a rock, Bruce was over in the chair looking on stroking his hard cock as his cousin moved between my legs. I tried to scrump away his cousin slapped me across the face and ordered me to 'be your ass still or I'm gonna beat the shit out of you and fuck you any way.' I froze as he spit in his hand and rubbed it on his now rigid cock, lifting my legs in each hand at the knees he poised his enormously huge cock at the entrance of my anus. I was crying and begging him 'please mister, don't fuck me please.' Bruce cousin hunched forward and his rock hard dick head popped right into my anal cavity. I cried out in pain as this beats worked his cock deep into my anal cavity. Grasping my knees in there hollow he had lifted my butt up in the air and was sinking the rest of his huge cock deep into my rectum. With one good thrust he sunk the rest of his dick into my ass pass my inner anal sphincter muscle ring. I was in panic mode as this brute attacked my anus, Bruce cousin looked at him and said 'get what I'm trying to teach you boy, go get me a beer.' Bruce got up and went got his cousin a beer, his cousin was up on his knees with me cradled in his arms. I looked at Bruce in panic as this big brute lifted me and started to walk towards the back of the house. 'Don't you disturb us till I call you bay, I'm gonna fuck this bitch in bed like you should fuck a bitch.' Crying as Bruce's cousin walked with me still secured on his gigantic cock, we entered one of the bedrooms, his cousin kicked the door closed and we both fell down on the bed. This caused Bruce's cousin's dick to ram deeper into my savagely fucked anus. For what seemed like hours Bruce's d***k cousin fucked me without relenting my butt was aching so and Bruce cousin was having the time of his life. He fucked me on my back, he fucked me on my side he fucked me on my stomach and fucked me on my knees, all the while telling me things like 'this is how you fuck a wanta be bitch, bitch I'm gonna make history by making your ass pregnant, you gonna beg me for this dick before I'm through, bitch, you hear me.' It was doing one of the session that he had me on my stomach that he finally shot his load of spunk up my ass and collapse down on my back grinding deep into me as he emptied his juices into my rectum. I was past crying and pleading I could only whimper at this time from his assault. The two of us drifted into unconsciousness as he slowly grind in my ass. When I woke I managed to slip from under him and make my way out into the living room, my clothes was folded neatly on the coffee table and Bruce was no where to be seen. I quickly dressed and made my way home.