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Expériences multiples en campingExpériences multiples en camping (de Oli Mart 1977)Histoire publié dans RêveBébéLes femmes sont belles. Elles sont magnifiques même. Chaque femme a en elle au moins une chose belle et remarquable… Les yeux, la bouche, la chevelure, une silhouette générale, un détail du corps même, un galbe de sein, le port de la tête, une paire de fesses rebondie, des jambes fines et dessinées, une aisselle lisse avec un bras fin…Il est rare que je ne trouve pas un élément intéressant dans le physique d’une femme. Parfois cela peut provenir d’une façon de bouger, une grâce particulière, quelque chose qui exprime la sensibilité spéciale de la gent féminine.Bref j’aime les femmes, et les regarder est un passe-temps que j’apprécie, partout et toujours.Les hommes ne m’attirent pas, en revanche. Non qu’il n’y ait pas d’hommes beaux évidemment ou sensibles ou même féminins par certains points de vue, mais je ne trouve pas les hommes attirants, même si je suis très excité par le porno gay, trans et bisex.Je m’appelle Éric et j’ai 38 ans. J’ai l’air un peu plus jeune et je suis en forme, 80 kilos pour 1,85 m, mince sans être maigre et avec un corps assez sportif bien que pas aussi sculpté que je le voudrais. Je fais attention à moi et à mon corps, en maîtrisant mon côté bon vivant ; je suis épilé à peu près partout, sauf les jambes, que je n’épile que l’été. J’aime la douceur de la peau glabre, en particulier sur le pubis, les testicules et les fesses.J’ai un travail valorisant socialement, je vis à l’étranger en expatriation depuis quelques années dans plusieurs pays, ce qui me permet un bon niveau de vie, des voyages réguliers et de rencontrer des gens d’horizons et pays très variés.Je suis marié à une jolie brune de 1,68 m originaire d’Europe de l’Est et j’ai trois enfants de 10 à 4 ans. Une famille classique et unie et une vie atypique et riche de découvertes…Avec mon épouse, Iva, nous avons une vie sexuelle qui va et qui vient un peu, en fonction des périodes de rush au boulot et de l’agenda chargé d’Iva qui est consultante en freelance. Ma femme est sans doute plus classique que moi, l’éducation sans doute ; cela dit les circonstances peuvent la transformer et la rendre sexuellement beaucoup moins classique.Lorsqu’elle est sérieusement excitée, il y a peu de choses qu’elle ne ferait pas. Ainsi elle aime la fellation, mais encore plus la sodomie. Nous la pratiquons très régulièrement et l’orgasme est à peu près systématique avec une stimulation du clitoris en même temps…Néanmoins, ce qu’Iva préfère, je pense, c’est que je lui déguste sa petite chatte, tout en lui caressant du doigt les grandes et les petites lèvres ; lorsque son excitation est déjà bien montée, elle devient folle quand je descends doucement mon doigt plus bas, vers son anus, que j’utilise ma salive et son jus mélangés pour lubrifier, que je réchauffe doucement son petit trou en tournant mon doigt tout autour en appuyant de plus en plus. J’adore le « haaa » ou le « hooo » quand mon doigt bien lubrifié pénètre presque tout seul, avec beaucoup de délicatesse ; à partir de là, il faut rarement plus de quatre à cinq minutes de ce traitement, doigt qui va-et-vient dans son anus et langue qui lèche son clitoris, pas trop vite, pour qu’elle explose dans un orgasme dévastateur…Nous testons régulièrement des choses nouvelles pour pimenter notre vie sexuelle, car de mon côté, pour maintenir la libido, j’ai souvent besoin de nouveauté…Ainsi, nous pratiquons l’un sur l’autre des massages inspirés de massages tantriques, un peu plus « straight to the point » que les vrais massages tantriques, cela dit… Plume, masque sur les yeux, huile de massage parfumée, nous nous massons toutes les zones érogènes et pas, jusqu’à l’orgasme. On utilise aussi des sextoys et parfois des liens…J’aime aussi qu’Iva me pénètre l’anus d’un doigt ou avec un sextoy mais ce n’est pas une pratique très régulière, car elle a peur de me faire mal, ne sait pas très bien s’y prendre et peut-être que cela l’inquiète un peu aussi que j’aime la pénétration anale, allez savoir.L’été dernier, j’ai poussé la famille à tenter des vacances un peu plus simples que d’habitude. Munis de notre tente, nous sommes partis faire du camping à la mer, près d’Hyères dans le sud-est de la France. Les enfants étaient ravis de la destination, de la mer et du camping, les côtés un peu inconfortables leur échappant totalement.Premier jour : arrivée au camping, paperasse (très jolie réceptionniste brune aux yeux verts, sans doute une étudiante en stage pour l’été, miam), montage de la tente, déballage de valises, installation des lits, puis direction… la plage. Elle était belle, le sable fin, le temps superbe et l’eau fraîche sans être froide. Conditions idéales, quoi.Le camping étant haut de gamme, pas besoin de s’emm… sur sa serviette à bouquiner pour faire passer le temps (oui, le farniente je ne suis pas fan) : terrain de beach-volley, raquettes, plate-forme pour plonger dans l’eau, bref plein d’activités sportives et ludiques possibles. Ouf !À peine débarqués sur la plage, petit plouf, pique-nique rapide, re-petit plouf et direction le beach-volley avec ma femme. Deux couples jouaient l’un contre l’autre et ils nous proposèrent immédiatement de compléter les équipes, un de chaque côté. Iva rejoignit un couple d’environ 45 ans, relativement en forme. De mon côté je complétai une équipe plus jeune ; je leur donnais une petite trentaine. Ils étaient beaux tous les deux : lui (Marc) faisait un bon deux mètres, larges épaules et physique impressionnant : très musclé et donnant un sentiment de puissance et de virilité, un brun avec un beau visage ciselé à la mâchoire puissante, mais harmonieux ; elle (Noémie) avait un physique tel que je les adore chez les femmes : pas très grande (1,65 m), fine, longues jambes en proportion du reste, galbée sans être super musclée, des fesses terriblement rondes et fermes, des seins menus, mais apparemment bien formés (autant que le bikini pouvait laisser voir) et beaucoup de grâce et d’assurance aussi. Le tout sous un visage délicieux, blonde aux cheveux raides avec une queue de cheval, des grands yeux bleu intense, avec une bouche pulpeuse et un sourire légèrement asymétrique qui lui donnait un côté rieur et provocateur à la fois… Bref, en langage courant, une petite bombe atomique. Ils étaient dissemblables, mais unis par une grande beauté…Je vous passe le match qui n’eut finalement un intérêt sexuel que limité, même si le « paysage » était décidément blond et magnifique… Pas facile de se concentrer sur la balle et le jeu J.Le sel, la crème solaire, la transpiration et bien entendu le sable avaient achevé d’attaquer mes nerfs… Il fallait à tout prix que je me lave. J’ai commencé par un petit plouf dans la mer avec Iva, mais aussi avec Marc et Noémie. À part être beaux et sportifs, ils étaient aussi sympas et curieux. Nous avons rapidement sympathisé en prenant un pot ensemble après le bain ; ils n’étaient pas mariés et n’avaient pas encore d’enfants bien qu’ensemble depuis le lycée. On sentait une grande complicité entre eux. Ils vivaient à Paris et avaient une vie dynamique, des boulots engageants, des amis à foison et aimaient à sortir en boîte régulièrement.Ils étaient intéressés et intrigués par nos vies, vivre à l’étranger, fréquenter des cultures différentes, parler plusieurs langues, visiter… Cela leur paraissait aventureux donc excitant et ils se projetaient assez bien dans ce type d’expérience plus tard.Pendant la conversation, j’observai Noémie qui a une énergie sexuelle, un sex-appeal réellement fort et une forme de magnétisme que j’ai perçus, car elle est très tactile et très vive. Joueuse et enjouée, drôle, mais étrangement pas vraiment sûre d’elle malgré sa beauté. Marc était calme, posé, pas très loquace, mais il se dégageait une confiance en soi positive, une grande simplicité et de la force, de la puissance avec des yeux doux, une sorte de roc énorme et protecteur. Une présence certaine, douce et rassurante, une capacité d’écoute et un regard attentif. Il devait avoir du succès le salaud !D’ailleurs, Iva était clairement sous le charme de Marc, comme moi je buvais les paroles de Noémie tout en adorant chaque mimique de son visage et les mouvements involontairement provocants de son corps lorsqu’elle racontait des histoires. Un fantasme vivant, je pensais… Et je reconnaissais chez Iva aussi des petits tics de séduction typiques de lorsqu’elle discute avec quelqu’un qu’elle trouve attirant… Remettre une mèche de cheveux derrière l’oreille en penchant légèrement la tête, une manière de mordre ses lèvres (qu’elle a joliment pulpeuses il faut dire), un rire différent aussi, un peu plus nerveux… Je me demandais si elle avait envie de faire l’amour avec lui…Je me demandais aussi quel type de vie sexuelle avait ce couple jeune, beau et apparemment si soudé… J’ai toujours pensé qu’il était souvent très incertain d’imaginer la vie sexuelle des gens, même de ceux qu’on connaît intimement… Un apparent Don Juan qui peut-être est en réalité hyper coincé du cul, ou au contraire cette fille à lunettes apparemment très sérieuse et sage qui pourrait être totalement désinhibée et sauvage.Mais c’est quand même une activité que je trouve drôle, imaginer la vie sexuelle des autres…J’ai toujours fantasmé sur l’échangisme et le mélangisme. Je n’ai jamais abordé le sujet avec Iva « sérieusement », tout au plus ai-je essayé de la titiller lors de nos rapports : après un bon cunnilingus, j’aime la pénétrer en missionnaire et l’embrasser türbanlı yozgat escort à pleine bouche en lui faisant goûter son jus intime ; j’aime dans ces cas-là lui glisser à l’oreille que j’aimerais la voir lécher le sexe d’une autre femme… En général cela l’excite et contribue à faire monter la pression érotique lors du rapport, cependant impossible d’en tirer une vraie discussion à tête reposée ensuite, elle se referme comme une huître… Peut-être n’ai-je pas la bonne approche…Finis nos cocktails, nous nous séparâmes avec un petit pincement au cœur pour moi. Eux aussi avaient l’air un peu triste… Iva retourna auprès des enfants et moi je décidai d’aller à la salle de sport (voir l’incroyable « body » de Marc m’incitait à bosser sans doute…) puis au sauna… Et au sauna (mixte), sur qui tombai-je ? Sur Noémie, qui était couchée complètement nue sur son drap… Vision sublime et excitante… Je décidai de garder mon propre drap autour de mon bassin et de m’asseoir, craignant que malgré la chaleur de l’endroit, une érection ne crée un incident diplomatique…Noémie était très naturelle, elle s’assit aussi pour discuter, sans rien couvrir de son corps… Ses seins étaient sublimes, effectivement pas très gros, mais magnifiquement formés ; sur son pubis, une toute petite ligne de poils très blonds à la verticale, en dessous un sexe merveilleusement entretenu et très joli avec des lèvres fines et totalement épilées… Elle était assise en tailleur, ce qui donnait une vue plongeante. Apparemment elle n’était pas gênée du tout… Après avoir parlé de tout et de rien, elle me demanda subitement si nous faisions souvent l’amour avec Iva… Après avoir sans doute piqué un bon fard (mais bon la chaleur du sauna aidant ça n’a pas dû se voir), je répondis prudemment et je lui retournai la question… Elle me dit qu’avec Marc ils avaient toujours été gourmands de sexe, mais qu’elle recherchait comment pimenter sa vie sexuelle, se réinventer en quelque sorte, car une forme de train-train s’installait petit à petit entre eux… Je décidai donc de l’interroger sur leurs habitudes sexuelles. En gros, ils pratiquaient à peu près tout sur elle de manière « classique », quant à lui il avait toujours refusé qu’elle s’approche de son anus… Ils utilisaient des sextoys sur elle, parfois des jeux de rôles… mais toujours entre eux…Elle me dit qu’elle aurait envie d’autre chose… Sans préciser quoi…Puis elle me proposa qu’on boive un pot avec eux le soir après avoir couché les enfants… Autant vous dire qu’après la conversation avec elle, je me bénissais d’avoir gardé mon drap autour du bassin et je n’hésitai pas longtemps avant d’accepter… La machine à fantasmes s’était mise en marche, au point que le sauna qui d’habitude me relaxe complètement, cette fois-ci me laissa de marbre…Je rentrai à la tente et informai Iva de l’invitation de nos nouvelles connaissances. Je vis un petit air de gourmandise dans son regard, apparemment la machine à fantasmes se mettait en marche aussi chez madame !Nous couchâmes les enfants et allâmes nous doucher ensemble, espérant un rapide endormissement de la marmaille pendant notre douche. Nous nous savonnâmes l’un l’autre avec force attouchements ; nous étions tous les deux excités, mais d’un commun accord tacite nous nous contentâmes de caresses et préliminaires…Finie la douche, les enfants dormaient, pour notre plus grand bonheur. Nous nous habillâmes de manière assez sexy-sport… et nous nous mîmes en route avec deux bonnes bouteilles de vin…Noémie et Marc avaient loué un bungalow et ils nous accueillirent dans des tenues… sexy-sport. Apparemment nous étions sur la même longueur d’onde.L’ambiance était sympa et détendue. Après deux verres, il commençait à faire objectivement chaud et la conversation bifurqua doucement sur le sauna. Marc demanda si je n’avais pas été choqué du manque de pudeur de Noémie, ce qui me valut un regard mi-provocateur mi-gêné de Noémie et un regard interrogateur d’Iva… Je lui répondis qu’ayant vécu dans les pays de l’Est et les pays nordiques, j’étais habitué à croiser des nanas nues dans les saunas et que ma foi, non je n’avais été ni choqué ni gêné… Il demanda ensuite si la conversation avait été intéressante, avec un grand sourire charmeur… Je rigolai et je dis qu’elle avait été très intéressante… Iva demanda de quoi nous avions parlé. Elle avait les joues un peu rosies maintenant qu’elle avait fini son troisième verre de vin et Marc lui dit que nous avions échangé sur nos vies sexuelles… Il dit ça avec une voix douce, avec aucun sarcasme, mais plutôt comme pour tester la réaction d’Iva. Avait-il perçu qu’elle était l’élément qui pouvait freiner les dérives ? Vu sa capacité de se taire et d’écouter, je me disais que oui…Avant qu’Iva réagisse, il lui demanda ce qu’elle pensait de notre vie sexuelle, si elle se sentait épanouie et si nous avions des pratiques intéressantes… Il la regardait intensément, Iva souriait en rougissant, mais ne recula pas. Elle lui dit la vérité, que oui elle se sentait épanouie et que notre vie sexuelle était assez variée et riche…Il demanda de donner des exemples… Encore une fois elle ne recula pas… Elle parla des liens sur notre lit, du masque pour rendre l’autre aveugle, des plumes, massages particuliers, etc., etc.Je voyais Noémie à côté qui était scotchée à la bouche de ma femme et qui avait l’air terriblement excitée par le moment… Elle se leva pour resservir tout le monde et vint s’asseoir sur le canapé où j’étais assis, assez près pour me toucher avec son bras et ses cuisses. Quel contact électrisant.Marc était à table juste en face d’Iva et il lui proposa de s’installer dans le deuxième canapé, plus confortable. Ce qu’ils firent ; Iva était elle aussi visiblement excitée d’avoir un peu exhibé des éléments de notre vie sexuelle devant des inconnus. Ils étaient eux aussi en contact. Ils recommencèrent à parler entre eux, mais un peu plus doucement, la promiscuité permettant de baisser le ton.N’entendant plus leur conversation, Noémie et moi commençâmes notre propre conversation, nos visages étaient très proches ; elle me dit que Marc était sous le charme d’Iva qui est selon elle une très belle femme. Je lui répondis qu’elle-même était magnifique et très désirable, elle me sourit et posa sa main sur ma cuisse, nouvelle décharge électrique. Puis elle s’approcha et me fit un petit baiser sur les lèvres ; elle recula et je m’approchai à mon tour ; nous commençâmes alors à échanger un baiser plus long, j’ouvris la bouche, elle aussi, et nos langues se trouvèrent ; j’adore embrasser, apparemment elle aussi… Le baiser dura longtemps, je lui caressai les bras et le dos, doucement, en revenant doucement vers l’avant, caressant aussi le côté du sein, un de ces endroits galbés que j’aime tant chez les femmes.En ouvrant les yeux, je constatai qu’Iva me regardait avec un air de divine luxure et Marc l’embrassait dans le cou tout en lui caressant les seins sous son chemisier ample.Son regard excité m’indiquait que la voie était libre alors je me concentrai sur Noémie qui n’était pas en reste. Elle me déboutonnait la chemise tout en continuant à m’embrasser profondément. De mon côté je baissai la fermeture éclair de la petite robe d’été. Elle se leva et la fit glisser par terre. Elle ne portait rien du tout en dessous et c’était une vision de paradis. J’enlevai ma chemise et je l’attrapai, elle était toujours debout ; elle se mit à califourchon sur moi, de face, et m’embrassa à nouveau, je caressais ses zones érogènes secondaires, le cou, les épaules, les aisselles et autour de ses seins, sans toucher les aréoles, qui étaient pourtant apparemment bien bandées, bien dures… Puis je l’attirai vers moi et alors je commençai à embrasser et à lécher ses seins, qui étaient hyper réactifs ; je les suçai, je les mordillai doucement, pendant qu’avec mes mains je caressai son dos et ses fesses.Ses seins étaient doux, fermes, délicieux, et Noémie était très sensible, elle gémissait doucement en me tenant la tête entre ses mains. Je descendis vers son ventre, elle se mit debout entre mes jambes. Je progressai doucement et mes mains passèrent de ses fesses à ses hanches puis descendirent le long des cuisses à l’extérieur, jusque derrière les genoux, partie très douce et très sensible. Tout en embrassant son pubis en descendant tout doucement, je passai mes bras autour de ses jambes pour caresser l’intérieur des cuisses en remontant, jusqu’à toucher la fossette des fesses, qu’elle avait parfaitement dessinée, un vrai régal. Je passai doucement la tranche de ma main dans sa raie et je la sentis frissonner de plaisir… Puis je redescendis avec les deux mains caressant ses fesses cette fois, de manière franche. Je passai mes mains entre ses cuisses, là où la peau est si fine et douce, je frôlai ses grandes lèvres sans les toucher, pendant que ma bouche continuait à fureter sur son pubis, et descendait le long du pli entre le pubis et la cuisse.Plus je descendais, plus je sentais de la tension dans ses bras qui me tenaient la tête. Elle me lâcha les cheveux pour s’attaquer elle-même à ses seins… Elle se pinçait doucement les tétons en tournant ses doigts… Ma langue avait atteint les grandes lèvres. Je la basculai sur le canapé et pris ses jambes sur mes épaules. Elle était offerte, totalement, et rose d’excitation. Je commençai à la goûter avec ma langue, sur les lèvres d’abord, puis je commençai à déguster son bouton qui était tout érigé par l’excitation. Elle était bien mouillée et sa chatte était petite, rose, türbanlı yozgat escort bayan bien dessinée avec des petites lèvres et totalement épilée sauf la petite ligne sur le pubis blond. Je la léchai avec délectation, j’adore donner du plaisir aux femmes ainsi ; mes mains remontaient et prenaient ses seins, les caressaient et leur agaçaient les tétons à mon tour, puisqu’elle avait l’air d’apprécier ce type de caresse un peu fort. Elle gémissait de plus en plus fort, et son râle se mêlait à un autre râle à la voix plus grave : Marc avait sorti son sexe et Iva était en train de lui administrer une fellation royale, alternant les prises en bouche chaudes et humides, et les coups de langue du gland jusqu’aux testicules. Il était parfaitement épilé lui aussi, comme moi.Je recentrais toute mon attention sur le délicat travail que j’avais en cours, pour le plus grand bonheur de Noémie qui couinait doucement à mes coups de langue sur son clitoris. Tout en adaptant le rythme de ma langue sur le clitoris à ses réactions, pour faire monter la pression petit à petit, je caressais maintenant de la main gauche ses lèvres, en tournant autour de son vagin, puis j’insérai mon majeur ; elle ne couinait plus, elle feulait maintenant, elle me tenait à nouveau la tête. Je bougeais mon doigt en le pliant et dépliant, pour stimuler son point G. En parallèle ma main droite commençait à tourner autour de son anus, en appuyant suffisamment pour créer de l’excitation ; il était lui aussi parfaitement lubrifié grâce au mélange de son jus intime et de ma salive, qui coulaient doucement. Elle tortillait le bassin et m’invitait à aller plus loin encore, et j’obéis, en massant plus franchement son anus et en poussant très légèrement mon doigt sur ses sphincters, qui se contractaient d’abord, puis se relâchaient doucement. Elle s’ouvrait doucement et je ralentissais un peu avec ma langue pour ne pas créer de surexcitation, mais laisser maintenant le plaisir monter aussi par l’anus.Lorsque je sentis un relâchement suffisant et une lubrification idéale, je pénétrai son anus avec mon majeur droit et elle poussa un « ooooh » de satisfaction. À partir de là, pas de pitié, je faisais des va-et-vient triples, la langue sur le bouton d’or, un doigt sur la paroi supérieure de son vagin lui intimant de venir, et un doigt dans son cul, qui allait loin et ressortait presque entièrement. Noémie s’agrippait à ce qu’elle pouvait, mes cheveux, les coussins du canapé, ses seins, et elle gémissait son plaisir qui montait. Je ralentissais un peu le rythme de la langue, mais en appuyant un peu plus fort. Avec Iva, en général cela ralentit l’arrivée de son orgasme, mais en décuple aussi la puissance. Avec Noémie, le truc fonctionna aussi et elle finit par exploser dans un râle, prise de secousses incontrôlables. Quand je sentis que l’orage était passé, je m’allongeai à son côté et je l’entourai de mes bras en embrassant son cou fin, long et délicieux. Elle était moite de transpiration et son cœur battait la chamade…J’en profitais pour observer nos deux acolytes. Iva était maintenant en train de se faire prendre en levrette sur l’autre canapé, ils étaient maintenant complètement nus et Iva semblait tellement chétive sous les coups de boutoir de Marc qui était tellement grand, large et musclé… Iva tendait sa croupe en arrière et appuyait sa poitrine et son menton sur le canapé en couinant…Noémie aussi les regardait, et semblait maintenant en mode totalement zen… Elle se retourna néanmoins et se mit à m’embrasser à pleine bouche, goûtant au passage son jus. Instantanément je me mis à durcir et bander sec même, surtout qu’avec ses petites mains magnifiques, elle me caressait le torse et descendait petit à petit vers mon sexe. Elle se mit à descendre en m’embrassant les tétons puis en me léchant les abdos et elle descendit d’abord pour lécher mes testicules fraîchement épilés. Elle prit mes jambes sur ses épaules à son tour et tout en me léchant les bourses et la tige, sans toucher au gland, elle me caressait le périnée et l’intérieur des cuisses. Je ne savais pas si elle me rendait la monnaie de ma pièce ou si elle pratiquait habituellement ce genre de caresses un peu tantriques, mais je m’en fichais éperdument. C’était juste délicieux. Puis elle remonta et me prit en bouche. Sa bouche était brûlante et la sensation sur mon gland était merveilleuse…Elle entama des va-et-vient et me caressait les bourses et le périnée. Puis elle se mit à prendre avec deux de ses doigts du jus de sa chatte pour lubrifier mon anus ; elle répéta l’opération plusieurs fois et quand mon anus fut suffisamment lubrifié et réparé, elle entra un doigt doucement. C’est une caresse que j’adore et elle le savait après notre discussion dans le sauna ; comme je savais qu’elle était très curieuse de ce type de caresse sur les hommes sans avoir jamais pu tester sur Marc qui s’y refusait… J’étais excité au possible, avec sa petite langue elle jouait autour de mon gland, la couronne, le frein… Et son doigt était maintenant complètement entré dans mon fondement et elle appuyait vers le haut sur ma prostate, elle caressait en alternant des petits cercles et des petits allers-retours en pliant ses deux dernières phalanges pour bien masser la prostate. Je sentais que ça montait, mais je résistais, je voulais sentir l’orgasme arriver à son paroxysme. J’avais senti Iva crier, Marc grogner et la tension baisser dans la pièce…Ils s’étaient rapprochés de nous maintenant, Marc observait un peu fasciné, Iva se pencha sur moi et m’embrassa profondément. L’idée qu’elle goûtait le jus de Noémie et moi celui de Marc m’acheva et je partis dans un orgasme magistral, un de ceux qui explosent dans la tête et qui secouent les membres et le tronc de spasmes presque électriques. Noémie avala tout en me regardant avec des yeux emplis de défi et de satisfaction mêlés. Quelle cochonne ! Elle m’embrassa une dernière fois le gland et se leva pour aller boire.Nous prîmes chacun notre tour une petite douche, la taille de celle-ci ne permettant hélas pas de faire cela à plusieurs… Marc ouvrit une nouvelle bouteille de vin blanc, bien fraîche et nous servit tous. Nous trinquâmes au plaisir… Je reprenais mes esprits doucement après cette belle jouissance…Marc se montrait curieux des sensations que j’avais ressenties lorsque sa femme me massait la prostate… Je lui suggérai d’essayer afin de vivre ces sensations qui sont différentes et très fortes… Je pensais qu’il était tenté d’essayer, puisqu’il me posait ces questions… Je me trompais lourdement comme le prouverait la suite !Cela faisait une petite demi-heure que nous dégustions notre vin en parlant ; la discussion était animée et sympathique… Deux groupes s’étaient formés : nous les garçons étions installés à table, les deux filles s’étaient installées ensemble sur un canapé ; leur discussion avait l’air animée et secrète, elles s’étaient rapprochées et se parlaient derrière leur verre.Je regardais Marc qui me parlait, je me disais que décidément les femmes devaient le trouver irrésistible, car en plus de la pure beauté physique, il était aussi intéressant et drôle…Je le vis se figer et je regardai ce qu’il regardait : les filles !Elles étaient en train de s’embrasser tendrement, bouche à bouche… Seules leurs bouches se touchaient, on voyait leurs langues qui s’emmêlaient. C’était torride… Deux femmes magnifiques qui s’embrassent, c’est un spectacle merveilleux… Et l’une de ces femmes était la mienne, qui n’avait pas eu de relations lesbiennes malgré mes imprécations…Marc et moi étions subjugués… Les bouts de seins de Noémie étaient en train de pointer au fur et à mesure que le baiser devenait de plus en plus passionné… On voyait littéralement l’excitation grandir chez elle. C’est elle qui commença à caresser le cou et la poitrine d’Iva tandis que celle-ci jetait ses bras autour du cou de Noémie.Un silence assourdissant provenait de Marc et moi, qui étions aussi immobiles que des statues… mis à part une érection qui commençait à dresser nos sexes de voyeurs…Noémie agaçait les tétons d’Iva qui gémissait, elle les faisait tourner en pinçant. Iva gigotait du derrière sous la caresse, signe qu’elle mouillait très fort… La sentant à point, Noémie commença à descendre le long de son cou, jusqu’à son sein gauche, dont elle prit le téton en bouche. Noémie avait les yeux fermés et était dans un état de transe ou presque… Elle me dira plus tard qu’elle était surexcitée par le fait que ce soit une femme qui la caressait… Noémie passait d’un sein à l’autre, on la voyait tantôt lécher ou sucer, tantôt mordiller, et par contre on entendait l’effet sur Iva… Noémie descendit encore en léchant Iva de manière ininterrompue des seins jusqu’au pubis ; elle se mit à genou presque en position de prière en écartant les cuisses d’Iva puis elle se mit à la lécher à l’intérieur des cuisses en se dirigeant vers les grandes lèvres doucement, d’un côté, puis de l’autre… Elle savait manifestement comment provoquer l’attente qui rendrait encore meilleur le premier contact avec le clitoris et les petites lèvres… Et ça marchait, Iva était folle, elle faisait des « hoooo » implorants… Noémie mit fin au suspense en plaquant sa bouche sur le sexe d’Iva, dont le « hoooo » était cette fois un mélange de surprise et de reconnaissance…Le léchage en règle commençait, un doigt vint pénétrer le vagin d’Iva en complément et apparemment il était fureteur et expert, si j’en juge par les sons émis par Iva !Le spectacle pour Marc türbanlı escort yozgat et moi était superbe : d’où nous étions, nous avions une vue plongeante sur les fesses et le sexe bien ouverts de Noémie, la position à genoux en prière donnant une vision à damner tous les saints. Nos sexes étaient totalement à la verticale désormais. Merci les filles !Nous nous levâmes pour admirer le spectacle et nous fîmes bien, car il était assez évident qu’il n’allait pas durer très longtemps, Iva étant dans un état d’excitation inouï. Marc se positionna derrière Noémie, et lui caressait le sexe avec un doigt. Il glissait juste sur les lèvres et le clitoris, il m’invita à essayer, elle était trempée d’une mouille très glissante, son clitoris était raide d’excitation, a priori de ce qu’elle faisait à Iva. Cette fille était décidément très chaude. Je me faisais cette réflexion quand Iva explosa dans un très bel orgasme, bien bruyant comme elle sait le faire… Noémie se rassit à côté d’Iva et l’embrassa doucement sur la bouche. Iva avait toujours les yeux fermés et elle digérait les effets physiques de la force de son orgasme.Marc se mit debout à côté de Noémie qui comprit le message et commença à le sucer. Iva se leva pour aller une nouvelle fois se doucher… J’en profitai pour piquer sa place à la gauche de Noémie, à qui je commençais à sucer les seins, pauvres seins qui avaient si bien bandé, mais avaient été délaissés par Iva pour qui ce devait être trop pour une première expérience lesbienne…Le sexe de Marc était juste au-dessus de ma tête et ses couilles me touchaient parfois. Je levais la tête pour admirer le spectacle de la belle bouche de Noémie avalant le gros sexe de Marc. Un beau va-et-vient, il avait les yeux fermés et elle se régalait apparemment. Elle baissa les yeux et me vit admirant sa technique. De sa main gauche, elle me prit la tête sous le menton pour me la faire lever, elle sortit la queue de Marc de sa bouche et l’approcha de ma bouche, en me poussant maintenant doucement, mais fermement derrière la tête. Cette queue était belle et je trouvais Marc désirable pour un homme, alors j’ouvris la bouche et je lui embrassai le sexe, pour goûter. C’était assez insipide. Je commençais par lécher la tige tout du long, jusqu’au frein, puis je l’embouchai. La peau était tellement douce et délicate.Je restais ainsi sans bouger quelques secondes, la langue plaquée sur son frein et la tige. Et je commençai à bouger, en utilisant la langue bien mouillée comme j’aime qu’on me le fasse. Noémie était fascinée, elle me tenait toujours derrière la tête avec sa main gauche, et elle se branlait avec la main droite.Marc gémissait, je ne savais pas vraiment s’il avait compris le changement de partenaire… Puis Noémie vint me rejoindre en lui léchant les bourses. Là il ne pouvait ignorer que deux personnes s’occupaient de lui, dont un homme… Il ouvrit les yeux et nous regarda. Il était submergé par l’excitation. Il se repositionna devant nous et Noémie et moi le prîmes chacun d’un côté, sa queue coulissait entre nos deux bouches. C’est le moment que choisit Iva pour ressortir de la salle de bain. Elle était surprise, évidemment, mais elle eut un regard lubrique, elle trouvait le tableau excitant apparemment. Elle s’assit sur une chaise en nous regardant et en se triturant doucement les seins.Mon excitation était renforcée par l’excitation que je percevais chez Iva. Je n’étais pas bien sûr de comment elle aurait pris de me voir sucer un homme… Noémie se leva et disparut, Marc s’assit sur le canapé et instinctivement je me mis entre ses cuisses pour le sucer du mieux que je pouvais… À mon tour d’être en position de prière, fesses en l’air et bouche sur un beau sexe d’homme. Je me sentais terriblement femme tout à coup, malgré l’érection presque douloureuse entre mes jambes… Je le suçais goulûment, je léchai le gland, la tige, les couilles, je massais son périnée, il gémissait un petit peu et me caressait doucement les cheveux…Je sentis un liquide froid sur mon anus, Iva était toujours assise et elle se masturbait maintenant en me regardant sucer Marc et me faire apparemment préparer l’anus pour autre chose… J’en déduisis que l’insatiable Noémie avait décidé à nouveau d’innover dans le stupre et la luxure… Elle me caressait l’anus avec le lubrifiant, elle faisait des tours, elle appuyait doucement sans pénétrer, en forçant doucement les sphincters, c’était une sensation ultra-excitante, surtout quand je suçais une queue de l’autre côté… Elle m’ouvrait l’anus, elle commença à faire coulisser juste à l’entrée trois doigts, en écartant autant que faire se peut… Elle remit du lubrifiant et dit que j’étais prêt. Marc se dégagea, se leva et vint se placer derrière moi. Il frottait son sexe sur mon anus, ce qui m’électrisait, puis il appuya son gland doucement, il poussait un petit peu, délicatement. Je poussais aussi pour faciliter le passage. Noémie avait bien travaillé, car son gland passa sans douleur les sphincters. Passé le gland, il put pénétrer petit à petit, régulièrement. Je sentis qu’il me remplissait le cul, c’était une sensation incroyable. Il s’immobilisa au fond, m’agrippa les hanches et entama un va-et-vient assez lent. Les sensations étaient douces, excitantes. Il prit du rythme, accélérant progressivement. Iva s’était levée pour regarder la pénétration. Elle vint se placer devant moi sur le canapé et je commençai à lui déguster l’abricot en me faisant limer. J’aimais ce qu’il me faisait, c’était merveilleux. Noémie s’était installée à côté d’Iva et lui roulait une pelle d’enfer. Iva mouillait à nouveau de manière incroyable, moi je léchais son clitoris, en commençant à lui doigter le cul. Elle haletait et jouit. Marc continuait à me limer, de plus en plus vite.Puis Iva se leva pour aller s’installer sur l’autre canapé, n’en pouvant plus. J’en profitai pour changer de position. Je me mis sur le dos, par terre sur le tapis. Marc mit un gros coussin sous mes fesses, il me leva les jambes pour les mettre au-dessus de ses épaules. J’étais plié en angle droit, les genoux remontés et mes fesses étaient ouvertes. Marc posa à nouveau son sexe sur mon anus, qui vibrait d’envie d’être à nouveau pénétré. Il n’eut pas à forcer tellement j’étais ouvert, il pénétra d’un coup.La pénétration était différente, son gland appuyait plus sur ma prostate et je comprenais maintenant sa question sur les sensations lors du massage de la prostate, voilà quelle avait été son intention ; je n’avais pas compris, mais Noémie oui et elle avait tout organisé pour que cette porte entrouverte par Marc s’ouvre et que son fantasme à peine exprimé se réalise… Il me limait bien en me remontant les jambes, il me tenait les chevilles. Noémie vint s’asseoir sur mon visage, tournée vers Marc. Je commençais à la lécher et à lui sucer le clitoris, elle aimait ça. Elle se mit finalement en position de 69 et commença à me sucer à son tour. C’était merveilleux de se faire sodomiser tout en se faisant sucer.Après quelques minutes ainsi, et alors que je sentais l’explosion proche, Iva vint près de nous et commença à agacer les tétons de Noémie. Celle-ci ne se le fit pas dire deux fois. Elle interrompit sa tâche, se leva, prit Iva par la main, s’installa dans le canapé jambes bien écartées et fit descendre Iva, qui était hésitante, mais subjuguée par ce petit bout de femme si excitée et si décidée. Elle se mit à lui lécher la chatte franchement, Noémie lui tenant la tête en relevant les jambes pour donner accès à tout son sexe et à son anus aussi. Iva léchait tout ce qui se présentait comme si elle était affamée.Marc avait maintenant encore relevé mes jambes et s’appuyait les mains sur le sol et la queue au fond de mes entrailles. Quelle sensation incroyable, la profondeur à laquelle il me prenait, il était partout. Il me sodomisait en missionnaire, j’avais vraiment l’impression d’être sa femelle en chaleur, je sentais son poids sur moi, son corps musclé ; je comprenais enfin ce que cela faisait d’être baisé par un homme et quel homme ! Je me sentais petit, féminin. Il me ramonait le cul et frottait ma prostate ; c’était merveilleux, car on se regardait dans les yeux. Son visage était très près du mien et je me sentais tellement à lui que je l’embrassai spontanément sur la bouche. Il se laissa faire, ouvrit la bouche, j’entrai ma langue dans sa bouche. Il embrassait bien, il avait une langue douce étonnamment fine pour un homme de sa taille et musculature. On ne s’y attendait pas. J’étais sa chose, je lui appartenais totalement. Il me serrait fort, m’embrassait tendrement et m’enculait tellement profondément… Un moment magique, je n’aurais jamais cru vivre une expérience pareille, une telle fusion avec un autre homme… Noémie nous regardait nous embrasser amoureusement, elle était littéralement hypnotisée. Iva lui léchait maintenant le clitoris et avait un doigt dans son vagin et un doigt dans son anus. Noémie partit dans un magnifique orgasme, elle tira Iva vers elle pour l’embrasser à pleine bouche à son tour.Les deux filles se couchèrent sur le canapé, enlacées, et nous regardèrent, Marc et moi, l’un puissant en train d’enfiler l’autre, heureux d’être pénétré si bien. Je couinais à la sensation du sexe de Marc sur ma prostate, il continuait à m’embrasser de plus en plus sauvagement, il limait mon cul très vite maintenant. Je le sentis grossir encore, se raidir et m’inonder les entrailles de son sperme, déclenchant en même temps mon propre orgasme. J’éjaculai sans même toucher mon sexe. Un véritable orage s’était déclenché dans ma tête. Nos cœurs battaient la chamade, nous nous regardâmes dans les yeux et Marc m’embrassa à nouveau avec la langue, passionnément.Nous fûmes interrompus par les filles qui applaudissaient en disant « eh les amoureux, et nous alors ?! »…La soirée s’acheva après un dernier verre. Premier jour des vacances terminé ! 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I sent flowers and a note to her at work, and showed up at lunch time to beg her to have lunch with me. She would have nothing to do with me and I had to leave to avoid making a scene. That night she showed up at the house, but just to pack up more of her things. I used the opportunity to beg again, and told her I wanted her back more than anything else in the world.I’m not sure she was really reconsidering, but she did stop while I was begging and looked at me with a thoughtful expression–almost a smirk. “You’ll do anything to get me back?” She asked.”Yes.””Anything I ask you to?””Yes, I will.””OK,” she thought, and I definitely saw amusement on her face “I want a night with you where I call the shots. ALL the shots.”I only thought for a second. “OK,” I said. I was terribly relieved. In just one night, she’d get her revenge, and then it would be over–we would be back together again. She still refused to stay, saying she’d come over the following night to collect on my promise first.The following night Sara appeared around 8pm. She seemed cheerful enough. She asked me if I was ready and I assented. Then she told me to come with her into the family room. After I followed her in there, she turned around and told me to strip. I had a nervous twinge, but I recalled our agreement and went ahead. I also got a little excited, and my cock was growing by the time I was naked. I ended up just standing there in front of her. She looked me up and down. There wasn’t any amusement on her face, and in fact, she looked rather serious. Then she told me to lie with my stomach on our ottoman.I realized she was really going to get her pound of flesh, but after only a second’s hesitation I did it. I admit I was beginning to worry. She knelt down beside me and had pieces of rope with which she tied my upper arms türbanlı zonguldak escort and thighs to the ottoman. Then she tied my wrists and ankles. I asked her what was going on, but she told me not to worry about that. Then she stuffed a rag into my mouth and tied another one around my head to hold it in. I knew I was going to get it, but still figured I’d manage.The next thing I knew, she was bringing a man into the room. He was tall and very muscular. That is when I lost it. You see, not long after Sara and I first started having sex and were experimenting, Sara had shown an unusual interest in my ass. In fact, she told me a couple of times that she’d love to see a stud take my ass, to show me what a “real man” was. I let her know that that was absolutely out of the question and neither of us had mentioned it since. Now I was learning that she had remained intrigued by the idea all this time and was now making the most of her opportunity.I struggled and yelled but it was no use. Sara introduced the guy as Dave and he went about his business, taking off his clothes. He was extremely muscular–obviously a body-builder. His cock was hard, too. Sara gave him some K.Y. jelly and she had our camcorder! She told me I could make this easy or hard, it was all the same to them. I cursed myself for forgetting Sara’s little fetish. I felt fingers lubricating my rear hole and couldn’t believe I’d let myself get trapped like this. I felt a finger work its way in. Sara stood by and taped. She definitely looked amused–more than amused–she looked ecstatic! I felt more — two fingers? And then a lot more! I had no choice — I had to do what I could. My cock was hard, pushed against the side of the ottoman — how could that be? Sara commented on this and zoomed in to make sure she got my hardness. Dave didn’t say anything, but started fucking me with long, slow strokes. *This can’t be happening. I can’t be hard. I can’t be having a man’s cock in my ass.* There was no thing I could do. I felt so trapped, so controlled, so violated.I felt Dave cum in me. He was going wild, but then he slowed down. Sara was still happily getting it all on tape. She zoomed in on my face. And my ass as he pulled out. Was this my Sara?Then they left. I was left alone, tied on that position. I don’t know how long I had to wait — maybe an hour, but it seemed like one hundred. I began to wonder if I had to get out of that myself. I managed to turn the ottoman on its side and lay there sideways on the floor. Other than a little scooting, that is all I managed.Then Sara was back in the room. She untied me and told me we were done, that she was staying. She kissed türbanlı zonguldak escort bayan me too, and she seemed genuinely thankful that I had “given” her this evening. I couldn’t show much enthusiasm. I asked her where the tape was. She gave it to me. Then she told me it was a copy for my viewing pleasure, that she had been gone making copies so I wouldn’t be able to erase her last copy. That night she wanted to snuggle, then to have sex. I couldn’t resist her. While we were doing it, she told me that I had a “cute ass” and was grabbing my cheeks. I couldn’t believe this. Still, I couldn’t resist her and we came together like when we were first dating.The next thing I noticed was that Sara’s friends would stare at me speculatively, often when I wasn’t watching them. Some of them looked amused. It didn’t take me long to deduce that Sara had shown them the tape! I guess I learned a lesson in appearing nonchalant.But one of Sara’s friends, Leah, went a bit further than staring. She not only looked amused when I was around, but when we were alone, she complimented me on the tape just like Sara had done. She asked me if I’d watched it. When I didn’t dignify that with an answer, she told me I should. Sara had asked me to watch it a few times too, but I always refused.But Leah still wasn’t satisfied. She told me she had a copy of the tape, but that she would like to see my ass “get it” in person. I tried to indicate that any ideas she had along that line were hopeless. But she had another idea and asked me how I’d like the guys at work to see the tape.I felt trapped. I looked at her amused expression and knew there was no escape. She told Sara that I was going to give them both a show. I don’t know if Sara knew about Leah’s blackmail or now, but she seemed ready to get me to do it again, whatever it took. I felt faint.They decided on the following night. Leah and Dave showed up. There I was, not bound by ropes, but with no choice! What could I do?They had me strip and get over the ottoman again. Leah had a camcorder. In the end Sara tied me up and gagged me. Maybe I wouldn’t have been able to go through with it without being tied. I shudder to think.Dave did it again. I hate to say it, but though it was just as humiliating as the first time, it was somehow also easier. I just tried to let them get it over with. Soon Dave came as the women gleefully cheered him on. I couldn’t believe this.They untied me. Then Leah said that Sara owed me one. Sara said that was that was fair, but I watched Leah and she looked like she had something specific in mind. That’s when she and Dave grabbed Sara, tied her to the ottoman. Then Leah took türbanlı escort zonguldak a pair of scissors and cut off all her clothes. Then Dave got behind her. She struggled hard. And all the while Leah was getting it all with the camcorder. She told Sara to relax, that she had this coming and there was nothing she could do about it. Dave just worked on her rear hole just as he had worked on mine. Soon he had a finger in her, then a little while later, he was sliding his cock into her. She was yelling into the gag. Leah was almost falling down in hysterics, but she still shot away, with close-ups on Sara’s face and of the cock plunging right in.Soon Dave had cum and was pulling out. Before Sara was untied Leah took the tape out and gave it to me. She gave me her keys and told me to lock it in her trunk — or else. She still had that first tape — I had no choice.When I got back, I was in for another surprise! Leah was tied to the ottoman! Nude! Sara and Dave were there looking rather smug. Sara said Dave wasn’t up for another go just yet, so I should teach Leah a lesson! Leah glared at me through her gag. Sara showed no pity, telling her she gets a turn like the rest of us.I had been just standing there dumbly, so Sara told me to strip. She had a leather belt and she whipped Leah’s ass with it. She ordered Leah to make it easy on herself. Leah finally looked resigned. Sara put the K.Y. jelly on Leah’s rear herself and pushed her fingers into Leah’s rear hole. While she was working her finger in and out, she slapped Leah’s rear several times. She also masturbated my cock to get it hard as if it wasn’t hard enough. Dave was sitting across the room, watching. Sara told me to do it, then told Leah to push her ass back into my cock. I felt Leah doing it. Sara went to find a blank tape while I continued. She got back, and started shooting us and yelled encouragement.I felt Leah’s cunt as I slipped my throbbing cock into her, she was sopping wet. I knew I wouldn’t last very long with the wonderful arousal of fucking Sara’s friend while they watched me do it.Sara told Dave to wash his cock and come back quickly. Then she came over and pulled of Leah’s gag. When Dave came back, she had him kneel in front of Leah and put his cock in her mouth. Then she was back at the camcorder. Leah was going crazy and Dave was hard in a minute. I came and withdrew. Sara gave me the camcorder and told me to get it all and she started whipping Leah again with the belt. Finally Dave came. Sara pulled out the tape and told me to go hide it. When I returned, Leah was untied, and lying exhausted on the floor.Well, that was our last such adventure. Leah is no longer a bitch about that tape — as yo9u might have guessed. She gave us a copy of her tape of me and Sara and we gave her a copy of the tape of her. A week or so later I finally broke down and watched the tapes of me getting it by Dave — That’s when it occurred that Dave was the only one in our group that hadn’t gotten it up the ass.***Anyway, Sara likes to watch all three tapes, and just loves being fucked while she’s watching them.

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My sister friend.This is a short story about my first sexual experience. Happened when I was 15.My sister was the year above me at school. She was one of the popular ones mainly because everyone wanted to fuck her, which most of my mates liked to remind me as often as they could. Didn’t feel that way myself, but that did mean she had some hot mates. One of them was Susan, she had long brown hair, nice smile and hazel eyes that could gave a suggestive dirty wink. Susan and my sister were working on a school assignment over a weekend. So it was agreed that Susan would stay the weekend. This was the first time she’d stay over and I was very happy. All my other sister mates were so up themselves, they never used to talk to me. Susan always said high even at school. On the Saturday night my folks were off to a party with my aunt and uncle, leaving the three of us at home. We hired a DVD got snacks, alchool and chilled. Susan and my sister were in they’re pyjamas, Susan’s were the one with very short shorts, and I couldn’t help looking through the corner of my eye, as she curled up on the other end of the sofa to my, türbanlı yalova escort revealing the lower part of her ass checks, very much on purpose.I didn’t concentrate much on the film, as she sat on the sofa. I kept seeing my sister half look at me from the arm chair, as I sat on the half watching the film half fantasising about her mates ass. About half way through the film I could see my sister looking at me and getting more and more angry, so I made an excuse and went and sat on he floor in front of the sofa. To try and control myself.Around 10pm my sister sitting on the arm chair was fast asleep, I was still sitting on the floor, in front of the sofa that Susan was sitting on. Watching late night crap TV, when Susan asked me to change the channel. She offered me the remote, and as I turned to take it from her, I saw she was sitting legs crossed and her shirts were tight against her pussy, I could see the dark shade of her pubes through them. As I was 15, and still a virgin, I went hard in a nano second. She saw the look of excited embarrassment on my türbanlı yalova escort bayan face, and smile asking if I was ok. I squeaked yes and said I’d be back in a sec. As I got up I tried to hide my hard on, but I know she saw it, if she didn’t she knew from my huntched walk that I had a boner. I went in the kitchen to have a drink and tried to calm down. When I went back into the living room she was watching TV acting like nothing had happened. I sat back on the floor. Susan then said, here back and neck was killing her. I said very nervously, “you need a massage.” To which she replied ok if was offering. She turn to the side on the sofa I very nervously sat behind her, and began massaging her shoulders. She started to make all kinds of noises, going “mmmmm,” and “yeah that’s good.” After about 5-6 mins of this she told me to move back so she could lie down so I could do her lower back. As she lay down she moved her legs either side of me, and again I went hard as a nail. I was so scared I stayed at the other end of the sofa and stretched as far türbanlı escort yalova as I could to do the lower back. Once again I could hear her making the same noises. She asked me to do the top of her back again, so I had to move forward. I was very conscious of my cock so I tried not to get too close her. As I started her top back again I felt her move down the sofa and my cock shaft was touching against her short covered pussy and lower ass check, the same ones i was perving at earlier.My cock was twitching like crazy, I started to shake as I was massaging her. As I continued to massage her she began to move, which rubbed her pussy and ass against my shaft and I could feel my cock twitching more and more. Before I knew it I had cum, I know she felt my body shudder as I came.I said sorry to her. To which she looked back at me and replied “sorry for what. ” she could see I was still hard and there was a wet patch on my shorts at top of the bulge. She smiled and said thanks for the massage.At that point my parents pulled up, I jumped up grabbed a pillow and overnight my cok sat at the end of he sofa. My sister woke up asked what was going on. I told her that mum and dad were home. Though I don’t think she meant that. The next day my sister and Susan were arguing whilst studying, have feeling it may have been my sister wanting to know what happened when she was asleep. That afternoon Susan went home, she and my sister fell out after and she never came over again,

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My second bare bottom spankingMy apologies to whoever was waiting for me to continue about Mr. Walker. I mentioned near the end of my last story that I was humping the bed shortly after my friends dad left my bottom sizzling. I didn’t understand why that spanking had evoked erotic feelings in me, all I knew was that the feelings were very intense and confusing.I won’t bore you with details I can’t remember clearly. I do know I had no one to talk to about what was going on in my head. Was I gay because I was bared and spanked by a man, and I was masturbating thinking of it? Was I mentally defective because that terrifying and painful experience was causing sexual arousal?Every time I humped the bed I would vow to get Mr. Walker to spank me again. After each climax I would ask myself if I were nuts to consider such a thing.I didn’t talk to Mike (my best friend) for a couple days after. I figure now it was because we were both embarrassed and ashamed. He called finally that Friday and said he was going to his cousins cottage for the weekend and would be back Monday and we could get together for some baseball or something.Alone in the house most weekdays ’cause mom worked full time, and with Mike gone to his cousins, I had nothing better to do but play. I got one of my dads old playboys out of my closet, took down my pants and undies and began humping my bed to one of my favorite girls. Very quickly the spanking entered my thoughts again. Over Mr. Walker’s lap, exposed bottom taking hard stinging smacks, forced to be half naked against my will…then it occurred to me. It took a lot of will power but I forced myself to stop, pull up my pants and get up. I tried hard not to think too much. I went out, grabbed my old bike and headed for Mike’s. It was getting close to lunch time and I wasn’t sure if anyone would be there but off I went. My hormones were like a volcano inside me. It’s always difficult to ride a bike with an erection, but I was determined. Determined to do what? I wasn’t sure. I just had to see if I could get spanked again. But as I was coming off the trail behind their house, my resolve began to weaken. I continued though, half hoping no one would be there and I would go back home and finish what I’d begun.There was a brand new window with an orange and black sticker on it over the kitchen sink. I moved to my right until I could see part of the driveway around the garage and saw Mr. Walker’s brown Chevy 4×4 loaded with tools and building materials. My stomach twisted and I had that lump again. I panicked and turned around but when I did there he was.”Mike’s gone to his Aunt’s for the weekend Adam.” he said looking at me curiously.”Oh..” was all I could get out. I was frozen again as if he had a clue why I was there.”Can I do something for you?” he asked a little impatiently.”No I’m sorry I forgot.” I’m not good when panicking.He smiled. “Have you been able to sit down okay?”I faked a small laugh, “Yeah.” Still awkwardly standing there. And no I wasn’t able to sit okay until today.”Did kadıköy escort you tell your mom what happened? I had half a mind to call her but I figured I’d gotten my point across and we’d leave it between us. Is that why you’re here?””NO!” I nearly shouted. Then with very uncharacteristic courage and in a much smaller voice “…yes””Come on in. I made some iced tea.” He turned and headed for the sliding back doors. I considered for a moment just jumping on my bike and taking off but instead I followed.The central air was cool and refreshing on a humid late morning.He poured us both a glass, handed me one and gestured for me to sit at the table. He sat across from me, sipped at his glass and spoke. “You knew Mike wasn’t here son. I heard him talking to you on the phone about it this morning.”I looked down. “Yes sir.””Look,” he said “I believe you when you say you’ve never been spanked by your folks. I know you’re Mike’s best friend and I believe you’re a good k**. Even good k**s don’t always do the right thing. I like you Adam and I’d like to see you make something of yourself. Both you boys are at a disadvantage without both parents. Discipline is an important part of growing up and becoming a man. It teaches you self discipline when the time comes to make good choices. Young men need to know there are consequences when you make a bad decision. Am I making sense?”Mr. Walker had never spoken to me this way. It sounded like caring father to son. I really felt as if he cared, something I never really felt from my own dad who I seldom saw anymore. I began to get choked up. He saw the tears welling up. He smiled and with compassion said “It’s ok buddy. I’m glad you came over. I honestly didn’t expect to see you for a long time. You can talk to me about anything, and I mean anything you want or need to. You’re confused and scared. At your age there’s hormones raging and curiosity and feelings you don’t understand. Without your father around to guide you it’s extra tough. Come on lets go sit in the living room and you can talk to me.”I got up and followed him. He sat in his easy chair and I sat on the big plush sofa and began to relax. I was beginning to feel I really could talk to him.He laughed “So how’s your bottom feeling?”I smiled a little embarrassed “It’s better today. It was still sore yesterday and a little pink.””Ah so you did have a peek at it huh?””Yeah a few times.”He laughed again. “Well if it was still pink a couple days later I did a good job then didn’t I?”I giggled in spite of myself. “Yeah I guess you did.” I began to notice something curious happening. I was getting very comfortable talking openly about being spanked and I was getting erect. Thoughts of humping my bed began popping up.”Wanna show me? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I understand.” Normally I would have been shocked by such a request but for some reason I was totally comfortable with the idea.”Sure” I said and stood up. I turned around and pulled down my gym shorts and briefs.”Lift you shirt ümraniye escort buddy I can’t see.” I did as I was asked, feeling the cool air on my bottom.”Oh it’s still a bit pink. Is it still sore?””Kinda, but it doesn’t hurt to sit on it anymore.” I pulled my shorts up, but he stopped me.”Wait, is that an erection?” That ended my comfort. I covered my erection quickly forgetting my exposed butt.”Ha ha ha, no relax son, it’s completely natural at your age. If you’re erect showing me your bare bottom and I know you came to at least talk about spanking, I bet you’re masturbating thinking about it, right?””um…””It’s okay son. I masturbate, Mike masturbates, every man does. It’s natural and part of life. It’s how we learn about our bodies. You can sit down.” I pulled up my pants and sat.”Like I said you can talk to me about anything, and there’s a reason you’re here. I’m not totally clear on that but you don’t have to be afraid. There’s nothing you can’t talk to me about. If it helps I’ll tell you I masturbate thinking about spanking sometimes. But I’m giving the spankings ha ha ha. Were you thinking of spankings?”He had a way of putting me at ease that I didn’t know he was capable of. I smiled and nodded blushing a bit. “Yeah, I was thinking about it a lot.”Smiling and talking like an old friend he said “It’s confusing isn’t it? Something that can be so unpleasant can make you ejaculate like a gyser.””Yes!” I sat up straight nearly shouting “I didn’t think anyone could understand! I was humping my bed right after I got home from here.””Oh that’s cool!” He said “I’ve never climaxed like that, I always used my hand.””I’ve tried that, but it feels a lot better humping the bed.” I said now sipping at my tea completely at ease, talking with my new friend.”I’m curious. Would you wanna show me how you do it? If not that’s ok, I understand it’s private.””No I’ll show you I don’t mind.” I got up and laid face down on the sofa. It was much softer than my bed.”Do you usually do it with your pants on?” He asked.”No I always pull them down, like this.” I got up, pulled down my shorts and undies again, not ashamed at all and laid back down, humping.”He was looking but not making me uncomfortable. It was becoming very erotic. I had only meant to show him quickly and sit back down, but he didn’t seem to mind so I began to move with more energy.”I like that” he said “I’ll have to try that. Does it feel good?””Oh yesss” I said smiling, then looking away from him giggling bashfully.He laughed too “Don’t be shy son, you’re free to enjoy yourself.””Thanks” I said and began to show off a little. I lifted my bottom and arched my back teasing the end of my penis on the soft fabric of the sofa cushion. I looked up at him smiling and feeling sexy masturbating in front of someone for the first time in my life.”Don’t take this the wrong way but you have a cute bubble butt.” He said”No it’s okay, I like you looking.” I was looking at his lap and he noticed.”Yes I’m hard.” He said. “Or are you imagining laying over ataşehir escort my knee?” He knewI looked away being bashful again, but humping harder.”Ha ha, I see.” He stood up. “No no, you don’t have to stop honey.” Honey he called me.I closed my eyes and began to get lost in the sensation and circumstance.”That looks like it feels good” he said as he walked over to me. “But I don’t want you to squirt on my sofa. Get up for a second.”I reluctantly stopped and stood. I was getting close and there was a little wet spot where my erection had been sliding on the soft material. He sat right on the spot, looked at me and patted his thigh.”Lay across my lap honey” I did as I was told”Now I know why you came over. You want me to spank you again don’t you?” His big rough right hand began rubbing my cheeks. I was trying to resist humping, but it was impossible to stop completely.”Yes sir” I said and looked over my shoulder making eye contact.He laughed “I know and it’s ok. If you want you can squirt on my lap.””Okay thank you” I said turning back an feeling the denim of his cut offs on my hip and his warm hairy thigh on my erection again losing myself in sensation.”I’m going to spank your bare bottom now honey, but not because you were a naughty boy, but because I want you to feel good.”SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACKThis time it wasn’t as hard as I remember but it still stung. I wasn’t aware of much at that point but the sensations. Very intense and very erotic. The smacks became harder.”Ohhhh ow ow ow…” I was so hard and getting close.”I want you to feel that you can come to me anytime. All you need to do is ask. Just say, ‘will you pull down my pants and spank my bare bottom please sir?’ and I’ll be glad to. As he said that the spanking got harder. Nearly what it was a few days ago, but this time I was nearing climax.The sound of his hand repeatedly spanking my bare upturned bottom, the sensations of my stinging cheeks and my erection rubbing on his thigh became too much. I gasped and began to ejaculate. It was to this day one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever experienced. As I was squirting he stopped spanking and rubbed my cheeks.”That’s it honey. Good boy, squirt for daddy.”Daddy.I collapsed across his knee totally spent and satisfied. He continued to rub my bare bottom.He said he’d like to stay but had to get to work.I got up and hugged him. He pulled me into a bear hug and kissed my cheek.I headed home to I don’t remember what, but I’m sure it included more masturbating lol.I must point out that at no time did I feel threatened, coerced or abused. Mr. Walker became a mentor, friend and badly needed father figure. To this day 30+ years later I seek his counsel and value his friendship. Over that summer and for several years after there were many intimate chats, and many hard bare bottom spankings at his hand, sometimes erotic, sometimes not so fun.Those experiences shaped my taste for erotic spanking and discipline and I have led a satisfying and fulfilling life.Obviously I’m not using actual names, and of course long forgotten details have been embellished for the purpose of relating these experiences. Having said that I want to thank my dear friend Mr. Walker. I’m fortunate to have you in my life.

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The Mandingo ClubI) —Prologue—I moved to Houston from Chicago about three years ago for a bunchof reasons; new job, more pay, warmer climate, better costs of living. Alltogether, it was a good move. One of the things I do miss about the WindyCity though is my membership in the Mandingo club. Maybe, as a white guy,I didn’t actually have a ‘membership’, but I was fortunate enough to attendand serve at their monthly parties for almost two years. The Mandingo clubis a private men’s club that is dedicated to notion of the superiority ofthe black man to all other men, particularly little white cocksuckers wholive to service dark meat. I haven’t found anything similar in Houston,although believe me I’ve looked.I think that every guy, whether they call themselves gay, bi orstraight had a moment of suspicion that black guys are superior to allmales of other races, and I think the smart ones quickly move fromsuspicion to realization and acceptance. For me at least, it was the firsttime my freshmen classmates and I were stripping down for the showers afterhigh school gym class that I realized that I’d never measure up to my blackfriends. I’d of course noticed their full lips and dark eyes before, butI’d never seen a black guy naked and I was in awe. I’m not talking aboutjust penis size, although that was certainly part of it. Their youngbodies were becoming sleek and powerful looking, owing to a naturaltendency towards being muscular with low body fat. The darkness of theirskin was mysterious and seductive. Even the black guys that weren’t in thebest shape still radiated a natural confidence and masculine sexuality thatsuggested they were aware of their superiority to the rest of us. Mostthese high school studs knew that they could get any white woman they wantto service them, and the smart ones knew that they could just as easilyconquer white males too.II) —History—Since then, I’d always had an attraction to big black studs and myfirst sexual experience was with two older black guys. It was a long timeago, but I still remember it vividly. When I was 16, my older brotherworked construction and had a coworker named Thomas, with whom he wasfriends. I met him a couple of times and he was gorgeous. 24 years old,flawless skin a mocha coffee color, tight curly black hair, big hands,square jaw and full pouty lips. He wore tight jeans and white t-shirtsthat bulged with his naturally built physique underneath. Add a tool belt,gloves and work boots and he could be any horny teen boy’s fantasy. I’msure I made a fool of myself the first time we met, saying something lameand just staring at this ebony stud. He and my older brother would hangoutafter work, drinking beer and going to bars to chase girls. After a while,my thoughts started to drift to Thomas more and more, particularly when Iwould jerk off.I snuck a look at my older brother’s address book and got Thomas’snumber. I just wanted to hear his sexy voice, but it took a long time forme to work up the nerve to call. I was so paranoid, I’d always called froma pay phone, just in case he could somehow trace the calls back to me. Forthe first week, I’d just call him and hang up whenever he’d answer. Thefollowing week I got a little braver and would say something quickly, like’I want to suck your big black dick’ or ‘I want to feel your cock in mytight little ass’ before quickly hanging up. I don’t think he knew it wasme.One Saturday afternoon I called Thomas and told him that I wantedto suck him off and feel him cum in my mouth, but I didn’t hang up. Iwanted to hear his reaction.”Look bitch, are you for real?” he asked.”Yeah,” I said with false bravado. “I want to make your big dickfeel good with my cocksucking mouth and tight little virgin ass.””Let’s meet up,” he said, which surprised me. I told him that I’dbe on a certain corner near my house at 10:00 that evening if he wanted toget laid. He told me he’d be there, but if I wasn’t then not to bothercalling back.That evening I snuck out of my house and jogged to the meetingplace, about 8 blocks away. My heart was pounding, my mouth was dry and mylegs were shaking from nervousness. The block was isolated, next to avacant lot and pretty dark, with only a single street light about half ablock away. The pickup site wasn’t in the best area, but I was morenervous about what I’d do or say if Thomas showed up. I thought abouthiding in the bushes and watching to see if he came, but decided I didn’twant to take the chance of him leaving if he didn’t think I was there.A little after 10:00, Thomas pulled up in his truck and rolled downthe window and I walked over. I think he was surprised to see hiscoworker’s k** brother, but told me to get in. We didn’t say much on theride to his place, but I remember my cock was hard in my jeans and stomachwas doing flips.Back at his place, Thomas again asked me if I was for real. I toldhim yeah, I was and he told me to prove in and to strip. Nervously, Ikicked off my shoes, and peeled off my sweatshirt and jeans. I removed mywhite socks and stood there in just my white briefs. Thomas had lit ajoint and stood taking drags and watching me as I undressed.”Naked boy,” he said. “Loose the underwear too.”Taking a deep breath, I pushed my underwear down to my ankles anstepped out of them, standing naked and fearful in front of this stud. Iwas so nervous, my penis wasn’t even hard despite the eroticism of thismoment I had fantasized about for months. Although it was a momentous actfor me to strip naked in front of this ebony god, Thomas didn’t seemimpressed. He gave my trembling body a quick glance and then peeled offhis t-shirt, revealing large pectoral muscles, broad shoulders and asmooth, flat waist. He kicked off his boots and peeled down his shorts andboxers, revealing a thick black cock beginning to swell and arch up fromhis body. He was cut and he wasn’t stereotypically huge, but it was thelargest cock I had ever seen in my life up to that point, probably almost 9inches. His pubes were tight, black and curly, so different from my ownbush. He turned and walked over to a chair and my eyes went down themuscles of his back to the firm dark globes of his ass. He sat down andmotioned me over in front of him. I walked over in a daze and sunk down tomy knees, reaching out to touch the cock of another man for the first timein my life. After stroking it up and down for a few minutes and feeling itgrow hard, I licked my lips and lowered my head, feeling the silkysmoothness of his plumb-like cockhead sliding though my lips and over mytongue.Thomas was lounging in his recliner with his legs spread wide andsmoking his joint while I was kneeling in front of him, sucking the firstcock of my life. I bobbed my head up and down, doing my best, but was onlyable to get about half of his shaft in my mouth. Who doesn’t remember thefirst cock that they sucked and good it felt in their mouths? It was sosmooth, so warm, so hard and filled with throbbing masculine power. Ipulled my mouth off and marveled at how awesome it looked, gleaming with myspit like it was a dark polished wood. I looked up past his broad, smoothchest to his face a couple of times as I was sucking and he was justwatching me, seeming neither pleased or displeased, or even interested. Itwas like a white k** slobbering on his meat was the most natural thing inthe world. I tried to reach and stroke my own dick, but he kicked my armaway, telling me to just concentrate on pleasuring him. After a fewminutes I heard him dialing his phone and talking to someone, saying he hada new cocksucker and to come over right away for some head.I remember thinking ‘new cocksucker? How many does he have?’I continued to suck on the big stallion, determined to please him.After about 20 minutes there was a knock at the door of the apartment.Thomas kept one hand on the back of my head, keeping my mouth on his shaftas I heard the door open and the sound of someone undressing behind me. Iheard the stranger ask how old I was and I think he was freaked out whenThomas told him I was 16.”If it bothers you b*o, go get something to blindfold him with,”Thomas said. “This k** can suck cock and I want a crack at that skinnylittle white-boy ass.”Soon I was blindfolded, but not before I saw the second guys handslong enough to know that he was black too, a much darker skin tone thanThomas.The two men stood me up and walked me to the middle of the room,where I was pushed down to my knees between them. They took my hands andguided each of them to their pricks. I took turns going back and forthbetween them, jacking the cock that was not in my mouth. It was easy totell which cock belonged to Thomas because it was rock hard and moist frommy sucking, but the other guys cock felt different; more silky and fleshy.He also wasn’t completely hard, but had that wonderful feel that a cock haswhen it’s just beginning to swell with excitement, like a warm, fat, manlytube of pliable flesh. Then I realized that he was uncut. A foreskin wassomething I hadn’t considered or given much thought to before, but I likethe way it felt.What turned me on even more was the way that they kept talking tome. Most guys talk during sex, but these two kept calling me names, andthey made frequent note of the color of their skin and mine. They kept arunning commentary the entire time;”Suck that big black dick you nasty white boy! So sexy, seeingthose pretty little pink lips stretched around that big cock. Yeah, youlike black dick, don’t ya? You like servicing black men, don’t ya? Gonnaget this big fucking black cock in that tight little white boy ass of yoursnext! Open your mouth, wider boy! That’s it. Now get on it. Get on it!Choke on it, you little cocksucker! You got a mouthful of chocolate, don’tyou slut? Show us how much you love it. All the way down. All the waydown. Go on, get it. Fuck, yeah! That’s it. You like that big blackcock, don’t you white boy? That’s a MAN’s dick. Show me how much you likethat big black dick, fucking your face.”It was almost like they were competing with each other to see whocould be more lewd and dirty and their talk turned me on like nothing everbefore. I spent the next half hour or so, sucking their cocks and gettingthem excited before they lifted me off of my knees and led me into thebedroom. It was time for me to get fucked.I was placed on the bed on my hands and knees. I felt the mattressshift with the weight of the other guys, one in front of me and one behind.My face was guided forward into a warm crotch, and I quickly recognized thecock of Thomas’s uncut friend in front of me, entering my mouth. I felthands on my firm young ass, exploring the uncharted territory. I was gladthat it was Thomas behind me and that he’d be the one to take my buttcherry. He had a wonderful way of kneading my cheeks and squeezing them inhis hands, pushing them together and then spreading them apart, stretchingmy virgin pucker. I felt something cold and slippery in my crack, and thenfelt one of Thomas’ large, calloused fingers easing inside my butt andbegin to saw in and out. A few minutes later, a second finger joined thefirst, and I was moaning with lust around the mystery cock in my mouth.Then I felt the fingers withdraw and his hand pressing against the small ofmy back, aligning his cock with its target. Then there was somethinglarger and more blunt pushing against my tiny hole. I felt my anus beginto dilate, the cock pressing in, aided by the rapidly warming lube. At onepoint during the penetration I reached back and tried to push against histhighs to slow him down, but he just grabbed my wrists and effortlesslyheld them in one large hand behind my back. I would have gritted my teethto help bear the pain, but with my mouth stuffed with meat all I could dowas moan. I kept telling myself how much I wanted to please Thomas, tomake him proud of me, that this was what I wanted.It took about five minutes before I felt Thomas’s groin pressedagainst my ass cheeks and I knew I had him all. He rested for a minute asmy butthole surrendered it’s last feeble protests against the invader.Then nature took over and he began to fuck. Hips moved like he wasdancing, a sexy smooth rhythm that drove his cock in and out of me like awell oiled piston. His stamina was unbelievable, and he türbanlı kırşehir escort fucked me for whatfelt like hours, occasionally slapping my ass and rotating his hips insmall circles so that his cock gyrated inside of me. The two of themtalked the whole time, telling me how nasty I was, that I was a goodfucking cocksucking slut, that I had a great fucking hole and predictingthat I’d have my ass in the air or be on my knees for any black cock Icould find from now on.At one point, towards the end, Thomas’ friend grabbed me by thehips and started pushing and pulling, driving my ass back and forth onThomas’ cock. This must have been the trick for Thomas because he soonbegan to began to grunt. He pulled out of my butt with a ‘pop’ and jackeda HUGE load onto my back and asscheeks. His friend was close behind and Isoon felt three or four warm jets of sperm blasting across my face,although a few blobs of hot, salty semen landed in my mouth as well.After the other guy left, Thomas took off my blindfold and told meto get dressed. He drove me home, dropping me off about a block away frommy house with a promise I could do it again some time. I snuck back intomy room a little after 1:00 in the morning, exhausted and horny. In oneevening I’d lost both my oral and anal cherries and had done so with twohorny black studs. For some reason it was exciting to think that they sawme as an outlet for their lusts, not as a person but just as a couple ofholes to be used. I stripped naked and crawled under the sheets. I liftedmy knees to my chest and felt my anus, which felt swollen and rubbery.Within less than a minute, I was shooting a huge load of cum over my bellyand chest as I fingered my hole with my other hand. After that, I quicklyfell asleep.III) —Advertisement—Ever since that night I’ve been hooked on black cock. I saw Thomasabout half a dozen more times over the next couple of years. His friendjoined us again a couple of times, but I was always blindfolded and to thisday I don’t know who he was. Turned out Thomas did have a couple of othercocksuckers that enjoyed his meat as much as I did, and he used us wheneverhe couldn’t get any action with a girl. Although I had a crush on Thomaslike a horny schoolgirl, he never seemed to pay my sexual needs anyattention. He never touched my penis or even paid it any attention. Itwas as if a white boy worshiping a black stud was the most natural thing inthe world, and that there was nothing special or unique about the situationor my feelings. I was just there for his pleasure, and nothing else.I finished high school and played a lot of sports, mostly because Iwas good at them and I enjoyed it, but being able to check out the bigebony clubs swinging between the black athlete’s thighs in the showers wasa big plus too. Sports gave me a toned, sleek physique that I’ve carriedinto my 20s. I went on to college and eventually settled in Chicago topursue my career. I haven’t seen Thomas in almost eight years, and sincethen, I’ve been with my share of guys (and the occasional girl). I’vehooked up with the occasional black guy, and it’s always been the hottestsex I’ve had, fueling my jerk off fantasies for months afterwards, but Icould never find someone who could treat me like the black cock slut thatdeep down I knew I was.One slow Saturday I was cruising around a now largely defunctinternet hookup site, more bored than anything, when I was a posting thatreally caught my eye. As close as I can recall, it read; ***One openingavailable to a private men’s club. You be white, Hispanic or Asian guy,18-35, and know your purpose in life is to service BLACK MEN in any waythat they require. We are a Chicago area social club that meets once amonth, looking for a new bitch for our stable of 25 party slaves. You willbe kept naked and must be respectful at all times, and must be in goodshape, attractive and able to do what your told. d**g and disease free amust! White, Latin or Asian preferred. Do NOT reply if you are onlyinterested in this or think it would be ‘hot’ or it’s always been a fantasyof yours. Reply with clear pics, stats, DDF status and why you think youshould be selected. Don’t bother to reply if you can’t even follow thedirections in this ad.***I read the ad a couple of times, my cock swelling as I pictured thescene described. I thought about it, wondering if it was spam or a postfrom a pic collector before I figured ‘what the hell’. I replied to the adwith my description; 26 years old, blond brown hair, green eyes, 5’11”,185lbs with a seven inch cock. I told him I was d**g free and clean (I’dbeen tested about two months earlier) and that I really got off onservicing black cocks, telling the story of Thomas and his buddy. FinallyI sent three pictures of myself, one face, one nude body shot from aprofile angle and one of my erect penis. About 45 minutes later I got aresponse from a guy named Terry who wanted to know if I could meet at acoffee shop inside of an out of the way bookstore in Lakeview the next dayat noon to talk more. I agreed.I arrived the next day and settled into a discreet corner of thecoffee shop to wait. I tried to read a magazine, but my eyes kept goingnervously to the door every time it opened. I knew that the internet wasfilled with flakes and that the odds are that this guy wouldn’t even showup. About 10 minutes before noon, a black guy walked in, his eyes scanningthe room like he was looking for someone. He was probably in his early30’s, about 5’9″ and 200lbs with dark skin. He wasn’t in the best of shapeand he wasn’t what would normally be considered attractive, but he walkedup to my table and introduced himself with a confidence that made me sit upand take notice.Terry introduced himself and sat down and after some small talk,proceeded to tell me about the parties. In a quiet voice, he told me thatthere were about 150 black guys who were part of this group who were on hismailing list, but usually only about 40 showed up to each party. Iremember doing some quick math in my head at the time that if there were 40guys at a party and each guy was hung 8″, that would mean there would beover 25 FEET of black cock to take care of. My lips went dry at thethought and I subconsciously licked them, an action that I’m sure Terrynoticed.”You and the other whiteys are expected to serve drinks and food,provide the entertainment, keep the party going,” he said. “Of course,that means sucking cock, taking piss, getting fucked and generally lettingany brother use your little slut mouths and asses for anything we want.”I heard him, but just nodded. I think I was still in a dazethinking about all that black cock.Terry went on. The rules of the club were simple, but numerous.First and always, blacks men were superior to white bois. Whites were keptnaked at the parties at all time, except for a mandatory leather collar andcockring which we were expected to supply. Any order from a black man hadto be obeyed instantly and without question. Whites were expected to be ingood shape and to keep fit. Parties were on the first Sunday of everymonth. Any slave missing two consecutive parties was expelled from theclub and replaced with a new white boi. Similarly, any black man couldnominate a white boi to be expelled from the club for any reason. Thiswould be put to an immediate vote at the party (which always passed) andthe slave was expelled on the spot. This helped to ensure a stable ofobedience submissives. Finally, all anal sex was safe. Terry also told methat a some of the black tops wore masks.”Oh and one more thing,” he said. “White bitches aren’t allowedany body hair. You need to shave it, all of it. Chest, arms, legs, ass,pits and pubes. You can grow it out between parties, but your expected tobe fairy boy smooth when serving your masters. So, you interested?”I told him I was definitely interested.”Then prove it white boi,” he said firmly. “Go into the bathroomand into the handicap stall. Strip naked and wait for me. I’ll be therein two minutes.””Here?” I said, not quite believing that he wanted to me get nakedin a public restroom.”Here and now,” he said. “I’m not going to tell you again. Eitherdo it or I walk out now and choose another bitch for our party. I only gotabout 50 responses to my ad, so move!”I got up from the table and made my way to the restrooms in theback of the store. It was thankfully empty and I quickly entered thehandicapped stall and locked the door. I peeled of my shirt and t-shirt,hanging them on the hook on the back of the door. I kicked off my shoesand sock and was standing barefoot on the cool tile floor. Then, with adeep breath, I pushed my jeans and boxers down and stepped out of them,folding them into a bundle which I placed on the back of the toilet tank.It was humiliating. Standing there naked, I was shivering from acombination of cold and fear. Anyone coming into the bathroom would see mybare feet in the stall and wonder what was up. I didn’t know what to do soI started to squeeze my cock and balls, hoping to plump them up so theywould appear visually more appealing to Terry.A minute or so later I heard the bathroom door opened and someonewalked inside. They made a beeline for the handicapped stall and tried toopen the door.”Open up you little fucker!” I hear Terry say.I unlatched the door, pushed it open and was immediately blinded bythe flash from a camera. After blinking a few times, I saw Terry standingthere with a digital camera and a grin on his face. He walked into thestall and locked the door behind him.”Hands on your head,” he said aiming the camera at me again. “Backagainst the wall”.For the next two or three minutes he took photos of me from variousangles. He had me flex and pose like a body builder, showing my back,chest and arm muscles. I was glad that I’d gone to the gym that morning soI still looked pumped. He turned me around so that he could take picturesof my butt and had me drop to my knees with my hands behind my head, mouthopen and tongue out, looking straight up at the camera while he stood overme. Finally he had me bend over the toilet and reach back to spread mycheeks so that he could take several close up pictures of my pink butthole.My mind was on autopilot. Was he going to fuck me in a public restroom?Make me suck him off? The fear of discovery terrified me, but my cock wasrock hard the whole time, betraying my arousal. I could see the largeswelling in his jeans, but he never touched me.Finally he was done. I heard him open the door of the stall andwalk out as I was bent over the toilet, ass to the world. “I’ll be intouch bitch”, was all he said as he left, leaving me there. I quickly gotdressed and hurried out of the bathroom, but Terry was already gone. Iwent home, wondering if I’d been had and this was someone’s idea of a joke.Part of me was mad and worried, afraid that I’d see pictures of my nudeself plastered all over the internet. I kept checking my e-mails andfinally got one four days later from Terry that simply said “Hang tightbitch. It’s between you and another white slut. Will decide in the nextcouple of days.” I resisted the urge to reply and ask questions and twodays later, got the answer I’d been hoping for.IV) —Selection—***Congratulations boi! You have been selected to serve at the ChicagoMandingo party next Saturday. There was a lot of competition for this spotso you should feel honored that you’re being given the chance to serve inour stable of white sluts. Remember the rules: 1) You are to be naked atall times except for collar and cock ring. Don’t have these items? Getthem! 2) No talking! There’s only one reason you should be opening yourmouth at these parties and that’s when a brother wants to bust a nut downyour throat. 3) Be clean, inside and out. 4) No body hair below the neck.NO EXCEPTIONS! 5) Be respectful at all times. 6) NO CUMMING, unlessordered to do so by one of us! No one is interested in your pleasure oryour dick. Don’t even touch that little white worm between your legs youcall a dick. 7) You will be expected to host a party in the future as allthe bottoms take turns. If you cannot host, you are responsible forgetting a hotel suite (get the other fag ho’s to chip in to help pay) orarranging türbanlı kırşehir escort bayan a party place with another sub.Be at the following address at noon next Saturday. You areexpected to bring either beer or food. You will not consume alcohol at theparty, only water. If you miss this one, there will be no secondinvitation. If you attend this one but miss a future party, you will bepunished up to and including expulsion from the group. Remember, you arethere to serve and be used and abused in any way we see fit. From now onyour name at these parties will be “Fuckslut” and you will be referred toin this way at all times.Get ready to put out white boy! — Terry ***I read the e-mail several times, my dick hard in my jeans.Suddenly it seemed like less of a joke. I was nervous and had a lot ofquestions, but I didn’t want to e-mail Terry back and risk making him mad.The morning of the party came and I was really nervous. I alreadyhad a studded leather cockring, but had gone out and bought a matchingleather collar a few days earlier. I was telling myself that I wasn’t sureif I was going to go or not, but my mind was kind of on autopilot again andthe next thing I knew I was in the bathroom giving myself a series ofenemas. When I was cleaned out, I took a hot shower to relax. I usuallyshave my face in the shower so I proceeded to do so. Then I lathered up mygroin and, taking a deep breath, I dragged the razor across my pubesleaving a stubbly but clean strip in its wake. I kept shaving my pubes,nuts, armpits and chest until I was completely smooth. I cheated a pit andused a delapitory cream on my ass, legs and arms and fifteen minutes laterI was totally hairless from the neck down. Stepping out of the shower, Istared for a few minutes at my body in the mirror. Having very little hairto begin with, it wasn’t a huge change, except of my dick. Denuded of anyhair, it looked more prominent and more lewd somehow. Although my penislooked bigger, I knew it was only an illusion and I hoped to be seeing somereally monster cocks soon enough. Before I got dressed I snapped mycockstrap around the base of my equipment, which seemed to accentuate mynudity even more. Seeing that I had about an hour left to get there, I gotdressed, wrote down the address on a slip of paper, put the collar in myjacket pocket and was out the door.V) —First Party—I got off the train near Lincoln Park and walked the rest of theway to the designated address, stopping to get a case of beer on the way.My heart was pounding as I got near the address, wondering what this wouldbe like. I finally got to the address, a nice looking townhouse, butactually continued walking past it. I guess I wanted to check it out andsee if there was any traffic in and out or if it was a dud so I watchedfrom across the street for about 10 minutes, gathering up my courage. Isaw one black guy on a motorcycle who drove up, parked his bike and thenwalked up the stairs and into the house like he owned the place. Taking adeep breath I crossed the street. I could hear the sounds of a party as Iapproached the house and climbed the front stairs, but all the blinds wereclosed. I was telling myself that as soon as I rung the doorbell it wouldbe too late to turn back when I saw a small index card taped to the door.It said ‘brothers only! All others use back door’.I silently went back down the stair and crept down the alley by theside of the house and climbed the stairs to the backdoor. I knocked acouple of times but there was no answer. Noise from the party I guess.Screwing up my courage I opened the door and walked into a small utilityroom. There was a washer and dryer on one wall covered in plastic grocerystore bags. I walked through the utility room and through another doorthat led into the kitchen, where I was immediately greeted with the sightof two naked white guys. They both probably in their late 20’s or early30’s, good looking, and totally nude except for their black leather collarsand cockrings. Neither of them had any body hair below their necks. Onewas in front of the refrigerator, bringing out food and the other wasplacing some sort of appetizers onto a tray. Both looked up and saw me asI stepped into the kitchen. I could hear sounds from the party coming fromthe rest of the house.”Um, hi. I’m looking for Terry. He said to meet him here.”Both of the naked guys quickly put a finger to their lips,indicating that I should be silent. One of them led me back into utilityroom and handed me a plastic bag. With a tug at my shirt, I figured thathe was telling me to undress and leave my clothes in the bag. A quickglance into another clothes filled bags confirmed this and I nervouslystripped down, stashing my bag where I could find it later. The other guyhelped me put my collar on and soon I was just like he was, naked exceptfor the collar and cockring. He took a small bowl from a shelf containingthree small metal tags with clips attached. One of them said ‘ Fuckslut’and I figured that it was mine, remembering Terry’s e-mail. The other guy(‘Cockwhore’ from his name tag) led me back into the kitchen, handed metray of mini-pizzas and pointed me towards a door leading to the rest ofthe house.I walked into a large area that was a combination dining room andliving room. It was incredible! A party from my wildest jerk offfantasies. There was loud bass driven music thumping from the stereosystem and there was a large banner hung on the wall of the living roomover the fireplace that someone had done on their computer that read ‘Blackis Beautiful! Everywhere there were guys. The white guys (I say whiteguys, although in truth there were a few Latino and Asians too) were easyto spot, since they were all naked except for their rings and collars. TheChicago winter meant that most of the submissives hadn’t seen a lot of sun,and most were lily white and stood out in sharp contrast to our darkmasters. A couple, like me, were carrying trays of food or drinks on trays. Most of the black men were fully dressed, standing around talking toeach other or sitting on the couch watching a football game. I wish Icould tell you that they were all young, muscular jocks or sexy thugs, butthe truth is that while some of them were like that, most just seemed likenormal, average guys. They were the guys you’d see on the street or in anoffice every day. They could have been delivery guys or security guards,lawyers or filing clerks, bus drivers or students. About half of them worecheap, Zorro-like masks over the top half of their faces. A few of themhad their dicks out and a few lucky slaves already had their faces stuffedwith black cock.A couple of white sluts were kneeling on one wall near the stairswith their hands behind their backs, their eyes scanning the room lookingfor opportunities to be of use. A few white boys had leashes attached totheir collars and they knelt next to whichever stud had claimed them forthis party. In one corner of the dining room, a large, powerful lookingblack guy with bulging arm muscles had a slave thrown over his lap and hewas soundly spanking the smooth jiggling bubble butt so that the cheeksglowed red. One guy was curled up into a ball on his hands and knees andwas working his tongue over and around the bare feet and toes of a heavyset mocha skinned guy sitting in a large chair.I felt someone grab my arm and turned around to see Terry standingthere grinning. “About time you showed up,” he said as he turned andwalked towards the living room, dragging me behind him. “Guys, this is thenew ‘Fuckslut'”. A couple of guys cheered and most looked me over.”Remember the rules cunt,” Terry hissed at me in a whisper. “Screw this upand you’ll never be invited back”.I nodded and he let me go. I walked through the room not sure ofwhat to do. As I was checking things out, most of the black guys ignoredme, although a few reached out to squeeze my ass or tweak my nipple. Therewas so much going on, I can’t recall everything. I do remember there was awhite guy there with a large letter ‘P’ written on his chest and back witha red marker. In addition to his collar and cockring, he was wearing aball gag, nipple clamps attached with a heavy chain and with his handscuffed behind his back. I found out later that he was also stuffed with alarge plug up his ass too. Turns out that this was the standard punishmentfor missing the prior month’s party. The absent slave would be bound,gagged and plugged, but allowed to wander the next party as an observer.He was strictly off limits for use. He got the silent treatment. It musthave been torture, surrounded by hot more horny black dick than most peoplesee in a lifetime, but he not being able to feel or taste an inch of it.For most of the first hour I just served appetizers and drinks tothe hungry studs, running back and forth from the kitchen. My cock washard as a rock, but I remembered not to touch it. After a while I wanderedup stairs, where I had seen guys coming and going for the last hour or so.In the master bedroom, there were about three black guys standing aroundagainst the walls, either slowly stroking their huge cocks or being suckedeagerly by kneeling slaves. Most of the eyes were on the queen sized bedin the middle of the room, which already looked well used. An ebony godmade of smooth solid muscle was sitting on the bed, with his legs spreadwide apart. He was watching a thin, blond little twink, maybe 19 years oldwas doing his best to take the stud’s meat in his mouth. The sounds ofsucking and slurping filled the air. After a few minutes the bull-stud wasready and actually picked the white k** up and laid him on the bed. Whatmade it even hotter was that the bottom was small, maybe 5’6″, while theblack stud was probably about 6’2″. The slave was on his back and theblack stud managed to squeeze his glistening erection into a condom andslather it in lube. Then he took hold of both of the whitey’s ankles inone large hand and aimed his tool at the k**s anus. The k** was no virginbecause in a couple of minutes his ass had engulfed all of the black meatlike a pro. The ebony stud started ramming in and out of his fuck toy,eliciting moans and yelps from his victim. I only got to watch for aminute or so before I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see anotherblack guy watching the fuck show. He was wearing a mask, but I guessed himto be in his mid 40’s. With no more of an introduction than “Suck it”, andI dropped to my knees, taking his cock into my mouth in a sooth motion. Hekept his hand on top of my head, showing me the rhythm he wanted.He pulled out of my mouth after about five minutes and tuckedhimself away, wandering out of the room to join the rest of the party. Thek** on the bed was still getting jackhammered by his bull and moaning likea whore. I wandered into the master bathroom. In the large garden tub wasa guy, bound tightly with rope, his wrists behind his back, curled up inthe fetal position with his mouth gagged. The tub was filled to a depth ofabout three inches with a foul looking puddle of yellowish piss. The guyshair was wet and matted to his forehead, so I guess he’d been there forsome time.A naked Asian guy was kneeling in front of an older looking blackguy who was leaning on the vanity next to the tub. I thought that he wasgetting a blowjob, but the Asian wasn’t moving his head. He was perfectlystill. Then after a few seconds, the black guys squeezed his cock andpulled it from the Asian’s mouth. The Asian then leaned over the tub andspat a mouthful of piss onto the face of the piss-pig in the tub, adding itto the puddle. He then got his mouth back on the black dude’s dick foranother mouthful of recycled beer. I watched him go back and forth a fewtimes, delivering more piss to the tub, one mouthful at a time, but I leftfairly quickly. Piss play isn’t really my thing, but the guy in the tubseemed to like it. I found out later that he actually owned the townhomewe were in and was the host of this party.There was another flight of stairs from the third floor which Ifollowed up and onto a landing. There was a glass door that led out to aprivate roof deck. There were two black guys sitting on chairs smokingcigarettes. A really good looking türbanlı escort kırşehir dark haired white guy in his late 20swith an athletic build, kneeling in between them with his hands behind hisback, his knees spread wide. He was holding a plastic ashtray in betweenhis teeth and his face was covered in streaks of gray and black ash. Heprobably didn’t smoke and he looked like he was going to be sick from thesmell of the ashtray and the smoke. One of them was talking and other onehad the top of the toe of his boot against the kneeling k**s nuts . He wascasually playing with the k**s balls with his boot in a way that made thenaked slave twitch nervously.The other guy saw me through the door and motioned me out to him.I opened the door and stepped outside, thankfully noting that there was achest high railing around the deck. A quick glance around told me that noone could see us.The guy who motioned me out must have been a mechanic because hehad a blue uniform on with white oval circle on the chest that identifiedhim as ‘Ray’. He must have just gotten off work and come straight to theparty. He ordered me to bring them two more beers so I ran downstairs andgot the drinks. When I came back, I kneeled down handed the cold drinks tothem. Ray took his, took a drink and then unzipped his pants and fishedout a thick, heavily veined piece of circumcised meat which was rapidlyswelling up. He reached out and placed his hand on the back of my head andpulled my face into his crotch without missing a beat of his conversation.As I sucked him off I glanced up and could see the tag on the white k**’scollar, identifying him as ‘Slut-4-Black’. I think he was a little jealousof me for just showing up and being able to work on a big black dick whilehe was forced to hold an ashtray in his mouth. He’d probably been waitingfor hours for the treat I was now getting.After I sucked Ray off until he blasted a thick load into my mouthand throat. He tucked his impressive cock back into his work pants and Iwaited for a few minutes, but he and the other guy were back in theirconversation. I went back down stairs where Terry came up and grabbed meby the arm again. “Where you been? Some of the brothers been asking aboutyou. It’s time to put out.”I followed Terry over to a couch next to the front door. There wasa black guy sitting at one end, stroking his cock, and a naked white guysitting next to him in the middle of the couch. I couldn’t tell you whatthe white guy looked like because there was another naked black manstanding on the couch over him, fucking the slaves throat. I could see alittle of the thick dark cock as it glided back and forth over the slut’sslobbering lips. I was led to the side of the couch and pushed over thearm. My butt rose up into the air and my face came down in the first blackguy’s lap. His erection entered my moth and I started sucking. I couldfeel hands squeezing and slapping my ass cheeks, occasionally dippingfurther to probe and test my tight hole. I moaned around the cock in mymouth as I heard the rip of a condom wrapper and the slick sound of lubebeing rubbed on a large cock. Someone spit on my hole and soon, someonewas pushing into me. I don’t know if it was Terry or not, but if feltthick and gave my hole a good stretch.I stayed in that position, bent over the arm of the sofa, for overan hour. I was constantly fucked. I counted eight separate penetrationsof my ass, but I don’t know if they were eight separate guys or if someguys double dipped. I had four cocks in my mouth, but only two came. Whenit was over, I felt several large hands on my ass, spreading my cheeksapart. I heard the click and saw the flash from a camera. Terry wastaking another set of pictures of my hole. I found out later that he keptan album with before and after pictures of all the white guy’s buttholes.He liked to see them going from tight and pink to swollen and gaping aftertheir first Mandingo party I guess.The party lasted for several hours more. Guys eventually began tofilter out and I pitched in with the rest of the slaves to help clean up.Eventually I got dressed and left, riding the train home in a daze. When Igot back to my apartment I collapsed into bed, exhausted from my firstparty, but knowing that I’d found what I’d been looking for. When thefollowing month rolled around and I got my invitation to a new address, Iknew without a doubt I’d be there.VI) –Other parties and Games–For almost two years I faithfully attended every party. These wereheld in homes and hotels, apartments and in the suburbs, wherever a subcould arrange it . One was even held at a house in the country thatsurrounded the city. I actually missed that one and had to spend nextmonth’s party with my hands bound, nipples clamped and plugs in my mouthand ass as I enviously watch the other submissives work to serve theirblack masters. I guess the trip must have been too far for a lot of us tomake because I was one of about six slaves being punished for absenteeism.One of the submissive guys (Sperm-junkie was his party name)managed at a gym near downtown Chicago that mostly catered to business menand women during the week. Because the weekends were so slow, the ownerhad decided that closing time on Sundays would be 5:00. Once, Sperm-junkieopened the gym for an after-hours party. That was the best, because itallowed everyone to be in an environment where nudity was natural and itbasically quickly became nothing but a black on white orgy. Although wehad access to the entire gym, most of the guys stayed in the locker rooms,showers, sauna, and large whirlpool tub.It was amazing. Everywhere you looked there were naked black menand their white servants. There was fucking in the saunas and showers,blowjobs were being given in the locker room. There was a padded massagetable in one room and the ebony studs took turns getting rubdowns fromtheir willing slaves. I was only able to enjoy about half the eveningwalking around before the black doms decided to tie me and another guy faceup to on one of the benches in the locker room. While I wasn’t able tojoin in any of the more of the fun going on in the showers or sauna, theplus side was that a lot of the studs decided to sit on my face and I gotmy tongue between some really sexy black butts. As thrilling as it was, italso surprised me a lot because I’d learned from attending the parties thatwhile most black guys really get off on getting their assholes licked andmunched on, they’re not likely to do it in front of another brother. Ialso spent a lot of time tea- bagging the dark hairy nutsacks of the menthat didn’t use me for rim jobs.After the party was over, me and the rest of the subs were given 30minutes to clean up the beer cans, condoms and condom wrappers to hide anytrace of the activities that had taken place.One of the most insidious aspects of these parties were the masksthat some of the black guys wore. My face was totally exposed, but therewere dozens of black men. It first hit me when I was riding the train afew days after the first party and a black man in a business suit wassitting across from me. We made eye contact in the casual way thatstrangers do and suddenly it hit me; did he recognize me? Did he know me?Had he fucked me at the party, or had I sucked his cock? Not knowing wasthe worst. Now, no longer would I be able to ride a train or sit in ameeting with a black man without wondering if he was one of the guys thathad seen me at my most vulnerable and whorish. Every black man I met fromnow could, potentially, already know me more intimately than anyone else.I could be recognized in the grocery store, at the gym, while shopping forclothes, eating in a restaurant, anywhere. I could never be sure anymore,and the realization that these parties would fundamentally alter myinteractions with African American men for the rest of his life set inquickly.I think I was recognized once in a nice downtown steak restaurant.I was with a group of friends, celebrating one of their birthdays when Ilooked up from our table to see a black guy in a booth, staring right atme. He caught my eye and grinned, spreading his legs a little bit. Myeyes immediately went to his basket and I think he saw this because hegrinned again and reached down and kind of rubbed his crotch discreetly. Icouldn’t place him or couldn’t be sure I even knew him, but I felt like heknew me. He left long before we did and I think the only reason he didn’tsay anything to me then and there was because I was with a group of guysand he was with his woman.The black guys also like to come up with games for their sluts toplay for their amusement. One of their favorite games was called whitebitch tug-of-war, which I was never much good at. The way it worked wasthat every black man chose a naked slave as his ‘steed’. The black man wasthe jockey. Brackets were drawn, just like in basketball, that showed theschedule of the games .Two pieces of white masking tape were placed on the floor, aboutthree feet apart. The two contestants were placed on their hands and kneesbetween the tape, facing away from each other so that their asses wereabout 18 inches apart. A thick cloth cord was then tied tightly to eachslaves balls and penis to where there was no slack in the middle. Then, onthe count of three, each of the white slaves would try to crawl forward,painfully trying to pull the other slave backwards by the balls. All theblacks would be cheering and shouting loudly, placing bets on the whiteguys suffering for their amusement. Every once in a while a black studwould drop his pants and pull out his cock and stand in front of thestraining slave’s pain streaked face. He would waive his thick meat a fewinches away from the slave’s mouth, encouraging him forward with thepromise of a tasty treat. All the while, the boi’s two jockeys would smacktheir asses with belts, hands or paddles, trying to drive them forward.The first slave to pull the other backwards over the tape line was thedeclared the winner. The winner would basically get nothing except for theprivilege of competing again in the next round. The loser would getpaddled, whipped or spanked for losing, and then again for every game thatwas played thereafter, meaning that if you lost the first bracket you couldbe sure of a blazing red ass by the time the final game was played.Other games involved races of a sort. Two large black dildos wouldbe suction cupped to the floor and to slaves would be made to squat overthem, racing to see who could get the entire fake dick inside their assfirst. The loser would be spanked, as was the usual punishment. Othertimes we had to be participants in blowjob contests. Two or more slaveswould kneel side by side and black men would step up to their sucker’smouths, their erections bobbing in front of them. The first guy to maketheir stud cum was the winner. Then the clock started and every otherslave would be timed from that point on to see how long it took them tobring their black cock to climax. The loser or losers would then bespanked, five swats for every minute it took them. Of course, the blackguys did their best to make it last a long time, both because they enjoyedthe suck jobs, but also to make it worse for their suckers. Subs began topanic or get frustrated when they couldn’t coax a load out with theirmouths and tongues, their minds beginning to panic at the thought ofpunishment. The ‘prize’ for the winner of this game was that he had tokneel there, head back and mouth open with a mouthful of cum for the restof the competition. Black guys would walk up and look at the load in hismouth and sometimes would hawk wads of spit into the mix as well until theslave was ordered to swallow.VII) —Epilogue—Anyway, as I said in the beginning, I eventually moved to Texas. Ididn’t tell Terry or anyone else from the Mandingo Club that I was moving,I just left. I guess I wanted to hold on as long as possible. After I gotsettled in my new place in Texas, I got my monthly invitation, but didn’trespond. The day of the party came and I thought about all the lucky whiteguys who were taking care of a group of horny black studs with their mouthsand assholes. A month later, my second invitation came and I didn’trespond to it either. After that they stopped coming, and I assume thatanother lucky white bitch took my place and there is a new ‘Fuckslut’ thesedays.I’m assuming that these parties are still going on. If anyone hasattended or is attending these parties in the Chicago area, or better yet,if anyone know of similar parties are currently being held in Texas, I’dlove to hear from you. Better yet, if Thomas is reading this…

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THE FIRST TIME”It’s probably going to hurt a bit, isn’t it,” said Alex as he pulled the drawstring and pushed his pinstripped pajama pants down just far enough to expose his ass.”Yes,” I said, likewise pulling down my own pajama pants but a little lower. My cock was already pretty hard by this time. We had been kissing and fondling for several minutes.Alex was laying on his side, his head resting on a pillow, looking nervously over his shoulder at me. All the videos we had watched on the internet had not prepared us emotionally for this moment. We were both nervous. We were both virgins.I rubbed his thigh and reached around and rubbed his cock. It was very hard and very small. He was teased mercilessly in gymn class when it came to shower that he had no penis. He had such a thick clump of pubic hair that his penis was barely visible at times. He had a secret crush on several of the boys who teased him and stole quick glimpses at their cock while in the shower. He enjoyed how they wriggled around like white snakes. He wanted to be their sex slave. As he confessed these thoughts to me I saw an erection swell in his pants. Even when erect his cock was barely five inches in length and skinny as an index finger.All these thoughts raced wildly in my mind as I türbanlı kırklareli escort prepared to penetrate him his virginal asshole. I unscrewed the lid from the jar of vaseline Alex had bought and kept stashed away in his sock draw so it never prompted any suspicious questions and dipped a couple fingers in. I applied a generous amount to his asshole and was aroused distinctly by the texture of the muscles, especially when they seemed to flex under my caress. When I inserted my index finger just a quarter inch in Alex drew in a little breath.”Relax…relax…” I whispered into his ear and kissed the back of his neck.Alex’s head settled down onto the pillow and I knew that it was time to proceed. I rubbed vaseline onto my cock and held it firmly by the base, guiding it toward Alex’s timid little asshole. There was a bit of resistance as I inserted the tip, thrusting it gently forward and which caused Alex’s body to suddenly become tense and rigid, but once it softened a bit I continued. “Please stop for a moment.” he cried out when I had pushed to far too soon. I was getting overeager and neglecting his feelings as all those videos ran through my mind at that moment. “Sorry,” I said and paused türbanlı kırklareli escort bayan briefly, listening to Alex pant softly.”Are you all right?” I asked a few moments later. “Do you want to go on?””Yes,” he said following a brief pause,”go on.”He had confessed earlier than he had been “practising” with small objects, inserting them up his ass, but this was entirely something new. He had no control over the advancement of the object and it was considerably larger than what he had been using which was the handle of a hair brush belonging to his older sister. It was a funny image of him sitting on the edge of his bed slowly pushing this object up his ass and then having to wash it off before returming it to his sister’s room without her knowing.We were both pretty sweaty by this time and I had gotten just half my cock up Alex’s ass. The tightness of the muscles was unbareable at times and I was ready to come before I had gotten all the way in. They squeezed my cock in the most wonderful way. I was a pretty proficient masturbator by this time in my young life by the sensation currently being experienced were far better than my hand rubbing my cock. I could grow to enjoy this, I thought türbanlı escort kırklareli to myself. Then I passingly imagined what Alex’s tiny cock would feel like being stuck up my own ass.I began to pump my hips a little as I had seen in the videos and my cock began to make slight advances. I continued to rub Alex’s cock. A little pre cum made it slippery in my fingers but it was very nice. He was moaning softly by this time. He was relaxed and and enjoying my cock buried deep in his ass. When I was all the way in at last I began to pumping a little bit harder and the bed shook beneath us and my breath was becoming harder and more sweat poured out.I felt the sudden release of fluid. It burst out of cock and into the depth of Alex’s asshole. I continued pumping for a few minutes afterwards and we were both lost in the wild sensations of the moment. Alex’s cock shot its own load on the bedsheet and quickly withered in my hand. I remain hard and lodged inside him before I feel myself gradually growing soft. I remain inside for as long as possible but then my cock just slips out as a steady flow of come dribbles out.We are both panting heavily, barely moving at all. I stroke Alex’s sweaty forehead and kissing his cheek. When he looks over his shoulder at me I see now the radiant expression on his face. We stagger to the bathroom and step into the shower. Alex looks down at my cock and smiles and takes it into his hand and begins to tug gently on it. After that experience it was drained and barely responds to his touch, managing a slight erection but quickly fades. We remain in the shower for a long while as the water refreshes our bodies.

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Becky’s New GirlFriend.BECKY’S NEW GIRLFRIENDIt’s been a long time. New story.My wife Becky and I have been busy with life in general. We’ve moved to a new city. It’s in a new neighbor hood with a lot of younger people in it. This neighbor hood has a community pool in it and Becky love to go there in the afternoons when I’m at work. She has met some the neighbors. Most of them are the wife’s or girl friends of the people who live there. One day she met on of the neighbors that a very nice looking black woman. We’ve seen her walking at night in the neighbor hood and have just said hi how it going to her. I’ve committed on how I love her bubble butt. Becky always asks me if I would like to tap that ass. My response has always been HELL YES I would. A couple of Fridays ago Becky call and said that Cindy would be coming over for dinner that night and I said good I can see that bubble butt up close. Well 5 0’clock came and I was leaving the office so I called Becky to see if she needed anything on the way home. She asked me to pick up a couple of bottles of wine. After a quick stop at the store for some wine I got home. Opening the door I could see Becky and Cindy seating on the couch having some wine. Becky introduced me to our lovely neighbor. Cindy gave me a kiss on the cheek and I went to the kitchen to put away the wine and get a beer. I could see that they had already emptied one bottle and started on a second. I could hear them giggling in the living room could not hear türbanlı manisa escort what they were talking about but when it got quite they started to giggle some more. When I got back in the living room I asked what was for dinner because there was nothing cooking in the kitchen.. They both looked at one another and started to giggle and they said they forgot to start cooking. At that point Becky being about two glasses of wine much said that if I was hungry I could come eat her. Both of them starting giggle some more. I tried to be a smart ass and told her to stand up and take off her panties. Then with out a second thought she stood up and pulled them down and said that the all you can eat in now open. I looked at Cindy and she asked me what I was waiting for. She said that if I was not going to eat she was.At this point Becky leaned over and kissed Cindy and said get eating. I stood there in shock as Cindy started eating my wife’s pussy. My dick grew hard in about 2 seconds as I watched this black woman eat my wife’s pussy. I pulled out my dick and started to stroke it. That’s when Becky told me to come over and she would suck my dick. I walked over and Becky was sucking my dick and I could hear Cindy sucking the hell out of my wife’s pussy. Becky pulled my dick out and was having an orgasm and Cindy was still sucking away. After the orgasm was over Becky started sucking my dick again and Cindy was watching I said that türbanlı manisa escort bayan I was going to cum. Cindy got closer and as soon as I was cumming Becky sucking harder and harder ad I shot load after load in her mouth. When I was done she asked Cindy if she would like a taste and the started swapping my cum with open mouths they both swallowed look up at me and asked if I would like to go to the bedroom. In the bedroom me and Becky got necked and Cindy did not take her panties off. But she did say that she wanted to suck my dick while Becky sat on my face..OK with me. We did that for a while and after I shot my load in Cindy’s mouth and her and Becky had the snowballing going again I reach between Cindy’s legs and found a surprise for both me and Becky. Cindy had a nice big dick. At first Cindy was going to leave and was headed for the door when I stopped her and told her she did not have to leave. Becky said that she got to suck her husbands dick it was only fair that she got to suck hers. Cindy looked a t me and asked if it was alright. I said HELL YES I’m going after it when Becky’s done. Becky sucked that black dick for all it was worth. I was bout 10 inches worth at least. Becky sucked that dick and I went over started to suck on Cindy’s tits. They where some nice implants that you could barely tell they where fake. They did a great job on them. After about 5 minutes Cindy said the she was about ready türbanlı escort manisa to cum. She shot her load down Becky’s throat. They kissed for a little bit and we all had a good laugh. We all got up and got some more drinks they had wine I had a couple of beers. Becky looked over at me and asked me if I would still like to TAP THAT ASS. Cindy looked at both of us will a strange look on her face and Becky told what I would say when she walk by the house and we all laughed. Then Becky said well are you going to TAP THAT ASS or not. I looked over at Cindy and said how about it. She said look at my dick it answers that question. I don’t thing I ever made a girls dick hard before. We had a good giggle on that one. We all went back in the bedroom.I had to think about how I was going to do this so I asked the girls. Cindy said “How to you start with any other woman”. I said I eat her pussy to make it good a wet. Cindy said to start eating. The only other ass I’ve ever eating was Becky’s. So I started licking Cindy’s asshole and she starting moaning just like Becky does. I stuck my tongue up her ass hole and like and stuck and licked and stuck. She let out a scream and shot cum all over the place and Becky started eating the cum. Frist time I ever made a dick shoot out cum. Becky got the lube of the nightstand and started to lube me and Cindy up. Cindy then asked me if I was ready to”TAP THAT ASS” when I started fucking her ass she was moaning and fucking me back and the she called me girl for not slamming her hard at that point I went after her with full bore. We fuck for about 5 minutes or so. I told her I was cumming and asked her if she wanted in her ass or on her back. She said to fill her ass up.This was not the last time we’ve done this just the first. Will have more stories later.Let me know what you think about this one.

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Mom Gets The Wrong Room part1Lisa Kahn took a sip of the hot coffee, then pulled the photo envelope from her purse. They were the pictures she had taken of her son Bobby’s high school graduation the previous week. The one she liked the best was the one of her husband and son together. She marveled at their appearance. They were enough alike to be twins. Same muscular build, same dark hair and good looks, same stance, and although the picture didn’t show it, the same hard, tight rear-end, she thought with a chuckle. Only a close up would have revealed Roger’s puffy, red rimmed eyes and less than tight features. Drink was beginning to show more and more. If he didn’t work on high steel construction, where he had to keep in shape, she knew he would be even worse. This week was the last chance for them. She had given him fair warning that if he continued drinking she would divorce him. He and Bobby had gone on ahead a week earlier to the lodge where they were to enjoy a short vacation, to do a little fishing. Tonight she would join them. While she no longer loved Roger, she was willing to keep the marriage going if Roger would once again become the lover he had been. At thirty six, she was in the prime of her life and sex was a necessary part of it. It had been six months since Roger had touched her, the drink always making him impotent and unwilling to try. If he had quit drinking for this week like he promised, she was going to give him the sex adventure of his life. She finished her coffee and got back on the road. It was still an hours drive to the lodge. She looked at her watch, 11:00pm, she would be there after he had gone to bed, but she was sure she knew how to wake him. The time flew by and suddenly she was there. Lisa identified herself at the desk and picked up the extra key to their room. She checked with the clerk to be sure their son, Bobby, had a room of his own.Upstairs, she slowly stepped in, setting her bag inside. The room was almost dark, the d****s being drawn over the massive windows she knew overlooked the lake. The light from the hallway showed two king sized beds, the right one was still made up. Closing the door she again plunged the room into darkness. Cautiously she approached the empty bed. She kicked off her shoes and removed her blouse. She followed with her skirt and panty hose. A quick flick of the front closure bra and it slid down her arms. Her eyes were adjusting to the dark. She couldn’t make out any detail, but she could see the other bed and the dark head against the white pillow. There were no signs of empty bottles nor the smell of liquor in the room. God, maybe he has really quit, she thought. Lisa hooked her thumbs in her panties and slid them over her hips, letting them fall at her feet. Softly she padded to the bed and leaned over the sleeping figure.Bobby, who had gone to bed only minutes earlier, heard the door open. He was puzzled by the fact that the door had been opened with a key. His father had liked Bobby’s room, which was closer to the bar and they had traded rooms, and he had given Bobby the only key. Finally, Bobby saw the figure next to the other bed silhouetted against a stray beam of moonlight coming through a slight part in the d****s. He realized suddenly that it was his mother, who had obtained the other key at the desk. He was about to tell her that his dad was in the other room, when she began to undress. Bobby was torn between what he should do and what he wanted to do. His mother had a great figure. He knew from a mail order she had placed that she had a 36c 24 36 body. Her auburn hair was shoulder length and her legs were those of the dancer she had studied to be. In short she was a ten in anyone’s book. Since the age of thirteen, he had taken every opportunity to catch her in various modes of undress, mostly when she showered and was careless about closing her bedroom door. Many a time he had sneaked in to her bedroom and watched as she soaped herself behind the glass shower doors. At other times he would get a peek of her panties as she crossed her beautiful long legs. Once, when his father had been drinking, he had arrived home early from school and found them in the kitchen, his mother stripped to her panties and bra, struggling to get away. He had been unable to take his eyes off her see through bra and thin panties showing the dark bush underneath. His mother had used his arrival to break free of his father’s embrace and flee to her bedroom, but not before she had looked into his eyes and knew he had seen most of her charms. A quick glance at the bulge in the front of his jeans also showed her how aroused he was.Now here she was in his room, undressing in front of him. He strained to see, but the light was dim and all he could see was her outline. He watched as she removed each article of clothing and finally stood naked in the middle of the room. Before he could think of how to tell her she was in the wrong room, she was at the side of the bed and a second türbanlı malatya escort later she had lifted the sheet and slipped in next to him. He gasped at the contact of her bare skin against his side.”Shh,” she said. “You’ve been a good boy, so I have a surprise for you. Don’t say or do anything, let me do it all.” “But . . .” Bobby started to protest. “Shush. For once in your life, Roger, just shut up.” Lisa hissed. Bobby was stunned into silence. He felt her body press against his side, felt the wiry strands of her pubic hair against his hip and then she lifted her leg and laid it across his midsection, her knee resting on his stiffening cock.Lisa ran her hands over the hard muscles of his chest and let her fingers trace small circles around first one nipple then the other. She felt his cock rise and go hard under her leg. She moved her knee up and down the whole eight inches of it. Gradually she traced the light hair trail down the front of his stomach and then stroked her fingers through the curls of his pubic hair.Bobby lay rigid as his mother moved her knee up and down his rigid cock. The sensation was better than he had ever fantasized about. Her pussy hair tickled his hip and he wanted to turn so his massive hard on could contact that furry slit. Suddenly she moved up his body, her large breasts making hot trails up his belly and chest. Then he felt her tongue licking his jaw from his ear to his chin. Before he could react, her mouth clamped on his and he felt her tongue dart inside and flick against his like a striking snake. He groaned and opened his mouth wide, she wrapped her tongue around his, as he grasped her in his arms. She moaned against his mouth and pressed her hard nipples against his chest. They were lost in the tonguing and kissing. Finally gasping for breath, she broke away and began kissing his chest. Slowly she kissed down his hard flat stomach, then he felt the first contact, as her cheek bumped against the hard cock now reaching almost to his belly button. She raised her head and suddenly he felt her tongue flicking the head of his massive hard-on and inch by inch trace the length of the throbbing shaft.Lisa ran her tongue down his cock shaft until her nose was embedded in the hair around his balls. She gently cupped his two large nuts in her hand and massaged them as her tongue continued to lick his long rod. He began to move, raising his hips to meet her tongue working up and down the rock hard meat. She liked to make him reach for it, liked the control it gave her. She continued to tease by sucking up to the head then swiping once or twice around it but never taking it into her mouth. He groaned in frustration and raised his hips. Finally, Lisa relented, and on her next slide to the head, she hesitated, her tongue flicking against the pee hole, then slowly she engulfed the massive head with her hot mouth. She was surprised by the hardness of it and it even seemed longer than she remembered. But it had been such a long time, and it was heavenly to feel his cock slipping between her lips. He raised his hips and drove his cock deep in her sucking mouth. Lisa gagged, but kept her mouth hard down on the pumping bar of hot prick. She knew what he liked, so she quickly shifted around and planted her pussy directly over his face.Gently, his mother lowered her pussy to his waiting mouth. For a moment Bobby let it rest against his hot lips. It was a fantasy position he had dreamed of many times as he beat his rigid meat in the middle of dark nights. Now here she was pressing her wet, hot, fuzz covered lips against his face, smothering him in their hot moisture, filling his nostrils with her womanly odor. He stuck out his tongue and tasted her. She groaned. He began to lick up and down his mother’s opening lips. His tongue found her channel and he drove it deep into her foaming pussy, his whole face forced between her wet lips. He moved his mouth around as Lisa pumped her head up and down on his rigid cock. Soon he worked his way to her clit, and when he found the little shaft sticking out of its hood he sucked it into his mouth and began to move his mouth up, down and around the hard nubbin as Lisa was doing to his cock.Lisa groaned in ecstasy as she felt the molten juices rising in her belly. She had dreamed of this all day, had prepared herself for his licking tongue and sucking lips. She ground her pussy against his searching mouth.”Ummmmmm . . . ummm” she hummed into his rigid shaft. She increased her speed on his cock, as the hot fluid flowed up her channel and with a wiggle and thrusting against his sucking mouth she flooded her passage with the first orgasm in many months. Bobby licked and sucked as her juices flooded into his waiting mouth. He sucked in the sweetness, unable to get enough of the nectar. She mashed her writhing hips against his face as Bobby continued to tongue her clit with hard flicks of the hooded little shaft. türbanlı malatya escort bayan Lisa slowed her pulsing body and lay with her pussy pressed against his hot mouth. She had frozen in mid stride on his meaty pole as the orgasm had roared through her. Now, she again began the nibbling and sucking up and down the iron-hard organ.Bobby couldn’t believe what had occurred. He had just sucked his mother’s pussy and caused her to have an orgasm. Nor could he believe she was sucking his cock. He knew it would all be discovered sooner or later, but in the meantime, he was going to enjoy as much of her pussy as was possible. And before it’s all over, he thought, she will know that I sucked her pussy and made her cum. But Bobby was feeling the effects of her sucking and could feel his own fluid gathering in his balls. The thrill of his mother sucking his cock raced through him. It was a feeling like nothing he had ever experienced, his cock grew even harder than it already was.Lisa felt it too, and although she wanted him to shoot his hot cum in her mouth, she also needed to be fucked. She needed to have his hot cock deep in her pussy, that had not felt a cock for months. Tearing herself away from his still sucking mouth, she switched positions and placed her knees on each side of his hips. Grasping his cock, she guided it to her dripping cunt lips and slowly lowered her pussy on to his rigid cock shaft. Once she felt the head penetrate her channel, she quickly lowered herself until his complete hard bar of hot meat was buried in her pussy. Strange, she thought, it goes deeper than it ever did. But she was not complaining about his fuller, harder cock, whatever had caused it, it was welcome in her clutching passage. She leaned forward and allowed her tight perky nipples to brush his lips. Bobby was quick to open his mouth and suck one in. His tongue played around the little hard shaft of flesh, as he sucked a generous amount of her breast into his mouth. She pulled the swollen nipple from him, and glued her lips to his, their tongues entwined and thrust against each other as she began a slow glide up and down the eight inch pole of rigid flesh.Bobby couldn’t believe how tight she was. Couldn’t believe he was fucking his own mother and she was riding his cock with her broad ass bouncing against his braced legs. In his wildest dreams, he had never imagined that fucking her would be this good. His cock felt like it was being grasped by a hand and every little bit he could feel her muscles clutch his prick, squeezing it as she raised and lowered her ass that was engulfing his cock head. Then he heard her begin to grunt and groan, and rock her ass from front to back, as she d**g her clit against his cock base and this time she cried out as the orgasm overtook her.”Honey, I’m going to cum, going to cum, going to . . . ohhhhhhh god, uh huh, uh huh, push, oh, honey, push.”Bobby didn’t need any urging to push his throbbing cock into his mother’s clutching channel. He was too near his own climax to be able to hold off anymore. The newness of it all and the desire to prolong the fucking had allowed him to hold it all in, but now he could feel the juice starting up his shaft. He thrust his pelvis up against her and groaned deep in his throat as the juice traveled up the tube.”Ungggg, ahhhhhh ahhhhhhh,” Bobby gurgled against her mouth. Lisa felt the thrusting and knew what it meant, she drove harder down against his cock base and as the first shot of white cum hit her womb, she screwed her ass against his pelvis and made sure his cock was pressed tight into her as far as possible. She clamped her mouth against his and their tongues fucked each other as he shot load after load of cum into his mother’s hot pussy. Each pushed against the other, trying to get as much of his cock into her as possible. The pressure subsided and her mouth slid from his and she allowed her lips to trace a line on his neck. She lay half in a stupor. The orgasm for both had been a mind blowing experience and it took them some time to recover. When Lisa did become aware of her surroundings again, the first thing she noticed was his throbbing cock still was filling her sopping wet channel. She wiggled slightly and he answered with a thrust into her still engulfing pussy. “Oh, my god,” she whispered, “you’re still hard. I can’t believe it. Well honey, if you want some more you came to the right girl. Or should I say you came IN the right girl.” A second later she was riding his cock like she hadn’t been fucked in months. She drove his prick as far up her pussy as she could get it, and then raising each time until the head was on the verge of coming out of her clasping lips before thrusting her weight down the pole to bottom against his massive balls.”So good, honey, so good,” she panted. “It’s been too long, I need that hard cock every day, or twice a day, or more, you hear?”Bobby grunted as he drove into his türbanlı escort malatya mother. Lisa took that as an agreement to her desires.Bobby thrust his cock up into his mother’s pussy time after time, feeling the sides of her channel closing around it, as he forced his meat up her sopping wet tube. He had never felt anything so wonderful as his mother’s hot inner lips wrapping around his massive cock. He wished he could fuck her forever. Fuck her, and suck her pussy, lick her clit and suck her full, pointed, hard nippled tits.Lisa was moaning with every thrust now, she had never been fucked as good as she was being fucked now, and his cock seemed to fit better than it ever had. She knew if she got the chance, she could make him hard again and they could fuck again later. She wanted his mouth on her pussy too, his tongue had done wonders for her clit and the lips of her pussy. Her thoughts caused her to speed up and try to get more and more of this wonderful cock into her. Then she felt his balls twitch and he began to tense. She knew he was ready to fill her pussy again with his hot, white, sticky fluid and she wanted to cum with him. But this time she wanted to feel him driving into her.”Over,” she grunted. “Over. I want you to fuck me . . . fuck me hard.” Bobby immediately rolled them over, almost without missing a stroke. He pounded into her with all his might. She began to thrash about under him, throwing herself up and down with abandon, flinging her arms out as she opened herself to his massive meaty shaft. She arched her back to take more of his cock. Her hand slammed against the lamp on the night stand, one of those lamps that come on when the base is touched. Suddenly the room was bathed in light. As she looked into her son’s face, she felt the first shot of his cum hit her cervix and felt her own orgasm send chills up her spine, shaking her body into a rapture she could no longer control.”Oh my god, no, Bobby, nooo! Oh my god. Ohhh nooo . . . I’m gonna cum, Bobby. I’m your mother and I’m cummming. Ohhhhh god we’re fucking and you made me cum! Made me cummmm. Ohhhh Bobby!”As Lisa involuntarily raised her ass off the bed, Bobby buried his cock deep in her pussy and shot load after load of white juice into her.”My cock’s in you, mom. My cock’s in you and I’m shooting my juice in you.Neither Lisa nor Bobby could stop the inevitable thrusting as they answered natures drive to get his seed deep into her. As they shot squirt after squirt from her pussy and his cock and their juices mixed, neither took their eyes off the face of the other, not realizing they were sealing a pact forever. There would always be this recognition between them that they had thrust their bodies together in the universal mating process and found the other an exciting partner. He lustful enough to cause her to shoot her liquid to smooth the channel for his entrance, and she lustful enough to cause her lover to shoot millions of seeds into her womb. And what was more, each had found mind blowing satisfaction in the act, not once, but multiple times. Their thrusting slowed, then stopped, and they lay drained, fulfilled. His cock still half-hard, rested in her satiated pussy.”Up. Get up. Take it out,” Lisa whispered. She put her hands against his chest and pushed. “I have to get up. For god’s sake, Bobby, pull it out, I have to get up.”Bobby raised up on his arms and pulled his still swollen prick from her sheath. Lisa watched in fascination as the wet, red meat slid from her saturated channel. The sucking sound was loud in the quiet room. The sound was fantastically sexual. She shivered. In spite of herself, she couldn’t help feeling a stirring of lust deep in her pussy. God, she thought, his cock is the most satisfying thing I’ve ever felt. She chided herself. My god Lisa he’s your son, fucking him was a mistake, even if he was good. As Bobby rolled off her on to his back, Lisa sat up and swinging her feet off the bed, stood up. Bobby never took his eyes off her fantastic ass as she walked to the other bed. Lisa kept her back to him as she put on her skirt and blouse. She tucked her panties, hose and bra into her suitcase.”Where’s your father’s room?””Third door down on the left,” he said. His eyes stared at her nipples outlined in her blouse. “I have the extra key,” he said. “I’ll get it.” He stood up and without covering himself walked to his pants on the chair and took the keys from the pocket. His cock, still half-hard, swung obscenely back and forth as he moved across the room.Lisa followed the swinging member with her eyes, her pussy twitching with each step he took. Foolishly she almost told him to cover himself, then realized the ridiculousness of the thought. Lisa picked up her suitcase and purse. Bobby handed her the keys.Suddenly he moved closer, and, putting one hand behind her shoulders and the other on the mound of her pussy, he kissed her full on the mouth. He forced his tongue against her lips, and for a moment she resisted, tried to pull her pussy away from his probing hand, her mouth from his tongue. Then with a groan from deep inside, she opened her mouth and her tongue found his, and she thrust her still throbbing pussy against his massaging palm. They clung together, both aware that this time the taboo they were breaking was no accident. Finally Bobby released her and stepped back.

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my transformation… 101I was at a very tender age of 10 years when my story begins. I was born male. With all physical parts in tact. But there was something deeper which was unfathomable. I was a very lovable sweet k** just entering fourth grade. I studied in an all boys school. On the out set I knew I was a bit different from the others. I had to much love and care than what a similar aged young boy would do. People thought I was to mature for my sister age. Least did they know how I felt within. Let alone others I too didn’t know how I felt until I grew up. An incident changed my life at this tender age. I shall relate this to you in first person as it is my life story and my blossoming.I had very few friends who were all boys and even my neighbors were all boys. Though a boy myself I felt a bit uncomfortable türbanlı konya escort amongst them. I had a friend who visited my home daily to study along with me. I took my time to become comfortable with him. My parents encouraged me to be more extrovert and be open like other boys. But I took time a very long time to become comfortable with anyone. Well anyways it took me an year to be comfortable to talk to the boy who used to visit my house daily to study along with me. He used to tag along with me and play with me. He liked my silence and the fact that I used to do anything he would say without questioning. He was a clever k** but there was a dark side to him which shook my world even to date. At the tender age of ten on a very balmy mid noon we were alone in türbanlı konya escort bayan my house after returning from school. My parents wet running a little late and informed my neighbors to look after me. This friend of mine was the neighbors k**. He was acting a little serve that day. When heard his parents talk to mine about taking care of me, he winked at me and poked me. I generally wouldn’t react and I didn’t. I gave him a wry smile and was sad that my parents hadn’t come home yet. My neighbors offered me good but I wouldn’t eat anything. They thought I was a stubborn k** and stopped pestering me. They were getting a but tired as I wouldn’t eat drink or talk. Hence they suggested that we both go play in my front lawn as it had plenty of shade and a türbanlı escort konya tree house. My friend nudged me and dragged me to tree house and he told me things that I had never heard before. While dragging me he said. Hey you are a sissy. I never knew what a sissy was. I asked him what he meant by that. He told me that I was acting like a”girl”. I was flabbergasted. I retorded and told him NO I AM NOT. He asked me prove it then. The innocent me asked him how. He said let’s go to the tree house and I’ll show you how. As were climbing the ladder to the tree house, I felt his hand touch my ass. Come to think of it now, he had squeezed my buttocks and carressed them. The touch felt strange but I couldn’t distinguish it from a normal touch. Like a obedient friend I followed his instructions. He led me into the tree house and made me sit in front of him. I can still remember to this day tea look in his eye. It was strange and piercing. Now I can say with Lust. Sitting face to face on the wooden floor I was entranced by his gaze. He spoke very softly and whispered in my ears the following words which still trying in ears to day. “You look sexy”….to be continued

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Ex-girlfriend, Sarah the slutWell, Chris, Sarah’s new boyfriend, did Sarah ever tell you about what happened just before she left her hometown, when she was 19? She told me, and I’m sure you would love to hear yet again just what a horny slut she is.One time on holiday, Sarah and I were out having an evening meal. We’d had a couple of bottles of wine and Sarah started on vodka and tonic. Whenever she started on those, the truth always came out. I asked her how old she was when she left Nottingham, her home town in the UK, and why she’d never been back. This is what she told me:‘Oh I could never go back there. I might meet some of the boys who… well, I’d be embarrassed. I mean it was great fun at the time, but…. Okay, I’ve never told anyone about that evening, but sometimes I think some of the memories might go if I told someone. You are going to think I’m terrible.Okay, well, it was a week before I was due to leave the city to move down here. I went to a party along with some other people from the office where I was working. Some of the men, well boys really, about 17 to 21 years old, I really fancied, but the company has a policy of getting rid of anyone dating a co-worker. I felt really horny that night and when I was getting ready, I secretly hoped that one of the boys I fancied would get to see what I was wearing under my black skirt and white blouse. I put on a half-cup bra that pushed my breasts right up. Then I put on a pair of completely seamless black tights (Note to all non-UK readers of this. Pantyhose are called tights in the UK). I loved them since they didn’t have any seams at all and showed everything though the thin nylon. The last thing I was going to do was to ruin the effect with wearing a g-string with it. I made a mental note not to bend down later in front of people, since the skirt was flared and quite short. The party was held in a huge country manor house and it was going well and a lot of the boys were looking at me. I felt so, so horny and it was as though they could see that I was hardly wearing anything underneath. Like now, I’d started on the vodka and tonics and I’d had quite a few. I picked my drink up off a low table and realised I’d forgotten my mental note not to bend forward. As I straightened up I glanced at the men behind me and they were grinning. I’d obviously showed them by bottom as I’d bent forward. Now, that made me feel even hornier.Later, after a whole load more vodkas, I knew I was getting out of control and my dancing was getting wilder and sexier, but I didn’t care. I was just getting another drink when the men who’d seem up my skirt came over and stared talking to me. They were saying such nice things to me and I wanted to please them. One of them said ‘You’ve got a fantastic figure, we’d love to see more of it. What about a little strip for us and a couple of our friends? There’s a back room with a table on it – we can lock the door, so it’d just be a little show for us. Go on, you’ve got an amazing figure’. I can’t believe it now, I really can’t believe it, but I agreed. I was out of control, high on vodka and all I wanted to do what to show my body off to men. One of them went away for a moment, then came back. He said ‘Okay, it’s just a few of us’ and he led me by the hand though some corridors to a large room. He led me in there and there were about 4 or 5 other men in there, all looking very hopeful. They locked the door and put some music on. I couldn’t believe what I was going to do, but I’d said yes and anyway, I felt so, so horny. There was a huge dining table in the centre of the room. I walked over to it, lifted myself backward onto the top, so I was sitting on it, then lifted my legs up and swivelled round to put my feet up on the table. As I did, I knew I was going to show all the men my legs right up to my bottom and I did, and they loved it. I stood up on the table, not caring that my high-heel shoes were going to ruin the finish. I didn’t care, all I wanted was to show myself off to these men. They gathered round the edge of the table, already being able to see up my miniskirt. I danced right up to the edge so they could look right up it. I wondered if they could see right up to the top of my legs, to the türbanlı kütahya escort thin strip of hair I had left there, when I’d shaved my, well, you know, my lips down there. They were cheering and clapping and I felt so sexy. I started to undo my blouse at the front and 8 pairs of eyes moved from looking up my skirt to my breasts, as I gradually exposed them. My bra, well, I said it was half-cup, but it didn’t even cover my nipples. The blouse came off and they were cheering like crazy. I knew what they wanted to see and I lent right forward so my breasts and my nipples, that were poking right out over the cups of my bra, were closer to them and they looked at them. Having eight pairs of eyes all looking at my breasts was a fantastic feeling. I undid my skirt and it fell down to my ankles. All those eight pairs of eyes that had been fixed on my breasts now went straight to, well, between my legs. Their mouths were open wide as they realised they could see right through the thin, black nylon of my tights to my lips. I danced around, giving them a show. Then they looked back up at my breasts and started to chant ‘off, off, off’. My bra undid at the front and I unhooked it and pulled it apart quickly, then closed it up again, giving them a quick flash of my breasts. They went crazy. All their eyes were looking at me with a pleading look, all desperate, really desperate to see my breasts naked. How could I let them down? I opened my bra up and slipped it off, then put my arms out to either side of me and shook my shoulders, so my breasts wobbled. It felt amazing, having control of these 8 men. I was standing there, just in that thin black pair of tights and black high-heel shoes, with eight pairs of eyes roaming all over my body. It was fantastic, but I didn’t want to go any further. I knew they wanted my to take my tights off, but, well, I was showing them everything I’ve got anyway. Just then the music ended and I said ‘That’s it boys, the show’s over’. They looked so disappointed. I stated to get down off the table, and that’s when it happened. As I reached back onto the table for my bra, one of them grabbed one of my breasts. It was as if an electric shock of sexiness went through my entire body. I just let him feel me. I turned back round to face them, just with my bra held in my hand, making no effort to put it on, just looking at them, hoping……. and they did. Another man reached out and squeezed one of my breasts. The feeling between my legs grew stronger and stronger. I looked down at his hand as he groped me, loving that mad, crazy, sexy feeling between my legs. Then another hand was on me, then more hands. They pushed me back down on the table and their hands were all over my body, almost fighting each other to grope and grab my legs and breasts. I’d fantasised in the past what it would be like to be felt-up by a group of men. Well, it was amazing. I’d never had a feeling like that before. Their hands were all over me, groping, grabbing, squeezing, fondling. I was in heaven. Then I heard one of them say ‘Let’s pull her tights down’ and someone caught hold of my ankles, lifted them right up in the air and I felt other hands on the waistband of my tight pulling them down. They put my feet back down to the floor and my tights were right down to my ankles. I was completely exposed to their eyes and hands. And their hands were everywhere. Suddenly I felt a finger go up inside my vagina. Another man, or maybe the same one, was playing with my clitoris, and………well, I came. I orgasmed right there, with 8 men groping, squeezing and fingering me. Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the door and shouts from outside. Then men quickly backed off me. I pulled my tights up, found my bra, blouse and skirt and quickly put them on. One of the men said ‘Pretend nothing’s happened. Everyone sit down’. We all did and one of the men walked to the door and unlocked it. Someone, I think the owner of the place walked in and said ‘What’s going on in here, I heard shouting?’ We all looked innocent and one of the men said ‘Oh we were just laughing and joking. Nothing to worry about’. The man looked suspiciously at us, but said nothing türbanlı kütahya escort bayan and walked out. I was so glad he didn’t seen the heel marks that my shoes had left on his polished table top. We all left the room. I went back to where the drinks were and poured myself a strong one. I was shaking, partly due to almost being found out, but mainly because I couldn’t get the wonderful thought out of my mind about how it felt to be, well, felt-up by 8 men at once. If I’d felt horny before, that was nothing compared to how I felt now. The problem is that one orgasm, as you know, if never enough for me. I needed cock. I craved cock. I was desperate for cock.I downed my drink, poured another one and went upstairs to find a quiet bedroom. It was either cock or I would have to frig myself off. The feeling of only having one orgasm was terrible. I found a quiet room and sat on a bed. I was wondering if I should lock the door and starting playing with myself, when there was a quiet knock at the door and it opened. Standing there were three guys, two from the office, the ones I’d always fancied. The third one I hadn’t seen before. None of them had been there when I’d stripped. One of them said ‘Are you okay? We saw you walking up the stairs looking really sad and we thought we’d just check you were okay’. I sensed that they hadn’t heard about my strip, but were just genuinely concerned. I beckoned them into the room. I walked up to the one I fancied the most and said ‘Look, I’m leaving Nottingham next week so I’ll never get the chance to do this again’ and I put my arms round his neck and kissed him. At first he seemed shocked, but soon responded when I put my tongue in his mouth. His arms went round me as he kissed me back. Then one of his hands went down and squeezed my bottom. I responded by thrusting my groin right up against where his penis would be. He soon got the message and I felt his hand go down to the hem of my miniskirt. He put his hand on my leg and moved it up until it was on my bottom. He squeezed it and I thrust myself even harder against his penis, which I could now feel was growing and pushing back at me. I didn’t want his penis in his pants, I wanted it inside my vagina. I broke away from him, stood back and said to one of the others. ‘Go and lock the door’. He did, then came back. I stood there in front of them and said ‘Okay boys, what do you want to do to me?’The one I’d kissed reached out and undid a button on my blouse. I didn’t stop him so he undid another one. My blouse opened up a bit and I heard a sharp intake of breath from both the men either side of me. They could see more than the man in front of me and I knew they could see my breasts and nipples. Soon he had undone my blouse and I looked down. My nipples were poking out over the cups of my bra and they were so, so erect. The two men either side of me pulled the blouse off my shoulders and off me. All three of them just stood there, staring at my breasts. I said ‘It opens at the front’ and my favourite man grinned reached out to my bra between my breasts and undid it. It just fell off me. They all looked at me, then one of them saw the zipper at the side of my dress. He undid the button and pulled the zip down. My skirt just fell off my down to my ankles. They stood back and looked at me. I was standing there in front of three, very fanciable men, with my breasts naked and my barely-black tights not hiding anything. I was shaking slightly, with pleasure and desire for their penises. My favourite man reached out with both hands and cupped them over my breasts. I couldn’t help it but a moan came out of my mouth and I shook even more with pleasure. He said ‘Wow, firm tits. What do you think, guys?’ and as he let go of them the men either side of me reached out and fondled one each. I closed my eyes, loving having my breasts felt by two such good looking men.I suddenly realised my favourite man had squatted down in front of me. His hands went to the waistband of my tights and for the second time tonight, I had my tights pulled down. I put my hand on the arm of one of the men who were fondling my breasts for balance and lifted one leg türbanlı escort kütahya up so my favourite man could pull them of my foot. He pulled my shoe off, pulled the tights off and then put the shoe back on. As he did, he looked at me between my legs. With my leg up then he could clearly see my lips, between my legs. He looked and said ‘Hummm, pretty pussy’. Then the other leg, and I was standing in front of them naked apart from my shoes, still having my breasts fondled. My favourite man said ‘Let’s take her over to the bed’ and they led me over there. I sat on the edge of the bed and lay back with my arms above my head so my back was arched, pushing my breasts up. My favourite started to unbutton his shirt and pulled at his zip. I glanced at the other two and said ‘Come on, you two as well, strip off. You’ve seen me naked. Now it’s my turn to see you’. They grinned and stripped too. When their boxer shorts came off, well, their erections pointed right up. Until then, I’d never seen such, well, erect erections. It was a large king-sized bed and the two lay down beside me and started to kiss and grope my breasts. I couldn’t help myself and reached sideways and held each of their penises in my hands. They were rock-hard. So, hard and it was wonderful to think that my body, the sight of my flesh and the feel of my breasts, were making them so hard. My favourite man squatted down in front of me and pushed my knees apart. He ran his hands up the inside of my thighs, right up to that place between my legs that so many men have wanted to go, and actually, quite a few have got there. He said ‘Fuck, you are soaking wet, girl’ and I knew that I was. Not for the first time tonight, I felt a finger enter my vagina. Then he put his head between my legs and nibbled my clit. Well, not for the first time tonight, I orgasmed. I couldn’t hide it, even if I wanted to. My whole body shuddered with pleasure. I was still clinging onto the other boys’ penises and they were still feeling my breasts and nibbling my nipples. My favourite man let my orgasm subside, then he did what I was desperate for, he half got on top of me, pushing his body up with his hands on the bed and his penis entered me. It was big, hard and wonderful. He slowly pushed in and out of me. I wanted his to go quicker, but then he put his pubic bone right against me clitoris and moved his hips in a circular motion. Oh hell, I orgasmed again, shuddering and shaking with pleasure. He slowed right down to let my orgasm subside, then said ‘Now it’s my turn’ and he started to thrust and pound his penis up me. He said to the other two ‘bounce her tits. I love to see girls tits bouncing around’. The two others stopped nibbling my nipples, put their hands on the lower part of my breasts and bounced and wobbled them. The man inside me just stared at my wobbling breasts as he pounded me, then I felt him ejaculate up me. I orgasmed again, too. He said ‘Fuck, you go well, girl’. I felt like a slut and I loved it. Sometimes a girl has to let herself go. After he had jerked and twitched for a moment, he withdrew his penis from me. Now was the awkward moment. Would the other two guys want ‘sloppy-seconds’ up me after I’d just been ejaculated inside? One said ‘What about a tit wank?’ He got on top of me, put his penis between my breasts, pressing them onto the shaft of his penis and thrust back and fore. It didn’t take him more than 20 seconds to ejaculate over my breasts. That was a first for me. Now I felt even more like a slut, but still loved it. I wondered what the third one would want. Well, I knew really that he’d want a blow-job, but I’ve never done that for any man and I never will. Well, I did it anyway. Other girls had told me how to do it. I ran my tongue round the end of his penis and caressed his balls. Then I put it in my mouth and sucked on it. Wow, what a feeling to have a twitching, hard cock against my tongue. It took him maybe 30 seconds before I knew he was going to ejaculate. But, not in my mouth. I moved my head back and held his penis in my hand, tightly. Well, it went everywhere, all over my face, in my hair and everywhere. Then it was over and time to clear up. They were really nice and ran a hot shower for me, washed his cum out of my hair, soaped my body and cleaned me all over. Okay, they only did it so that they could feel me some more, but that was fine.So, now I’ve told you the biggest secret of my life. You’ll never tell anyone, will you. Oh, not Sarah, of course I wouldn’t ever tell anyone. Least of all your new boyfriend, Chris, and all of the guys on xHamster.

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