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I hated it when they first built the thing. It came up almost over night, and when the construction noises faded I thought I’d have peace. No such luck. The sounds of jackhammers and cement mixers were replaced with the endless endless clattering roll of skateboards. The skate park was an atrocity that could not stand, and I was determined to see its eyesore slopes and rails and endless graffiti tags bulldozed to the ground and repaved over.

What I hated most of all, was this one little punk who would come out late at night and skate alone. It’s strange, I never saw him in the park during the day, but while I may not know skateboarding, I could tell he was better than all the rest. His moves were almost a pleasure to watch. His jumps were higher, his spins were, well, spinnier, and his better tricks sometimes involved full flips and handstands.

I hoped he wouldn’t be out this night, as I was roaming the park with a clipboard and a manual, meticulously combing the grounds for a violation in construction or legal codes. As a longtime lawyer, I just knew I’d be able to find SOMETHING that could shut this place down. I had been at it a couple of hours and found lots to work with. This place was rife with safety code violations and shoddy workmanship. I was just adding a dangerous exposed pipe to the list when I heard the sound I dreaded, the soft roll of four little wheels that haunted my nights.

He was tall, over 6 feet easily, 18, though his baby face was smooth and pale and perfect . If he wasn’t done growing, he was going to be a giant when he was. On the warm night, he had opted to go in just shorts, shirtless, and my eyes could not help wander over his sculptured form. Abs that rippled like masculine waves, Pecs that begged for attention, arms that could have belonged to a heavyweight boxer with years more experience and training. His body seemed hairless, but I couldn’t tell if that was a product of shaving, or simply the fineness of his longish blonde hair that framed his boyish face.

He fixed his ice-blue eyes on me, meeting my green ones, and then flicking lower to my tits. The warm night had me dressed down as well, a blouse unbuttoned over a tank-top that did little to restrain my ponderous H-cup breasts, each orb free and bra-less, wobbling a little from my slightest movement. He continued to stare down my legs, and then back up, lingering on my breasts, then up to my bun-tied red hair, then back down to my tits again, then my face. Men.

“What’s with the clipboard, lady?” He asked.

“The name’s Katrina. I’m going to get your little playground here shut down.” I explained.

“What!? You fucking bitch! Why?”

“Because the last thing I need is loud, sweaty boys clattering around practically in my front yard all day and night. And YOU are the worst offender.”

“I bet you like us sweaty, you old bag.”

I blushed. I’m not sure why. “You wouldn’t stand a chance in court, boy. There’s really nothing you can do.” I taunted him, even letting my torso jiggle a little to really rub it in.

He looked me up and down again and smiled.

“I’ll make you a deal.”

“What sort of deal?”

“If I can make it from that corner,” he pointed, “to your house in ten seconds or less, you’ll drop the suit.”

It would have been impossible for a car to make it that distance in so short a time. There was no harm in giving the pest a reason to leave me alone. Besides, if he succeeded, I’d just file the suit anyway. He couldn’t stop me.

“Sure. Let’s see it, boy.”

“The name’s Oliver. Now time me.”

And I did, waiting till he reached the corner to start watching my cell-phone clock. IT didn’t look good for the first few seconds, but as he kicked the board into gear, he took off insanely, those muscular legs propelling his light frame uncannily fast. He must have been wearing a weighted cup or something, because his khaki shorts bulged with an object unnaturally large that almost seemed to help preserve his momentum as he went forward.

He finished the run and skated over, body glistening in a light sheen of sweat from his incredible effort.

“Seven seconds. I’m impressed.”

“You think that’s impressive, you should see me take a kick-flip fakey 360 into a manual primo ollie.”

“That means absolutely nothing to me.”

“Okay, then how about this? A bet for double or nothing.”

“I’m calling off the case. How exactly could I ‘double’ that?”

“With those double-D’s of yours. Show ’em to me if I win. If I lose, the case is off.”

I scowled, “They’re H cups you little prick, not that its any business of yours. Fine, if I win, the case is back on, and YOU have to skateboard home naked. Now what’s the bet?”

“I will start from only six feet from you, and then jump over you on my board. Do you accept?”

Even with his speed it could never happen. Anadolu Yakası Grup Escort He was probably just trying to draw things out by losing…suckering me into something bigger with an easier task.

“Deal. Do it, brat.”

He started his run, reaching his blazing speed fast and leaping, snatching his board out from under his feet and trying to clear me with his legs spread to either side of my head.

Then something strange happened.

He cleared me.

His package did not. It was heavy, like getting slapping in the face with a basketball made of ground beef, and the weight of it knocked me on my ass. He landed awkwardly behind me. I was blinking in astonishment as to what that weight could possibly be, because what my senses told me contradicted my brain fiercely. It must have showed on my countenance as I turned to face him.

“Didn’t think I could do it, huh?”

“You didn’t do it.”

“Uh huh.”

“Nuh-Uh.” I blinked. Was I arguing with this guy like I was a kid? I was a fucking lawyer for god’s sakes.

“You knocked me over. Ergo, you did not clear me.”

“I’m on the other side of you. So that means I did.”

I tried to think of more to back up my side. I couldn’t. “Okay, so it’s a tie. We cancel out and we’re back to square one.”

“Wrong.” He shot back. “Skate park betting rules say that we each have to take our penalty.

I wanted to say no. but…that bulge…I had to know. “Okay, fine. But come inside. I’m showing YOU my boobs, not the whole neighborhood.

He shrugged with that arrogant smile of his. “Whatever.”

And we went inside.

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We stood in the living room, the skate punk and the lawyer, each daring the other to make the first move.

“You have to go first. You said I have to go home, so I can’t and still see you.”

“Fine.” I muttered, shedding my blouse and then lifting the tank top, letting him take out the perfect gleaming orbs that are the pride of my tumultuous puberty. My tits are perfect tear-drops, lolling on my chest in resplendent softness, the areolas like the bottoms of a pint-glass, the nipples burnished purple nubs like pinky-tips.

He stared. I resolved to let him look until he blinked, but then realized that he had been looking for almost ten minutes with his eyes drying in his head.

“Umm…you okay there, brat?” I asked.

“They’re magnificent!” He said with awe almost cracking his voice.

I blushed a little.

“Okay. Lose the shorts.”

And he did. Slowly. My eyes squinched shut, then opened wide. The root of him was as thick as my ankle, soft where it hung as he slowly unveiled inch after uncoiling inch of it.

When he’d reached the balls about 8 inches down where they hung super-low, one in each pant-leg apparently, I almost fainted. Each hairless nut was like a football with rounded points, manly and grotesque and powerfully they hung, mocking all men I’d ever seen naked with their potency. None could call themselves a man after seeing this true masculine paragon,

This blond Adonis with the balls of a God.

And still that dick kept coming, inches became feet until I saw that he dangled ankle-thick to just below his knees.

I fell to mine.

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“You can’t be serious!” I finally said, a little louder than I intended as I stared at the limp monster.

He blinked. “What the hell does that even mean? I’m right here. This is my cock. Those are my balls. What’s the matter? Feeling like you’ve never seen the real thing all of a sudden?” He arrogantly smirked after he said it.

I stared a little more. “It’s just… I mean…I…So…so bi…so hu….so monstero…. so fucking gargantuan! You have a massive cock, okay? Do you think you could give me a fucking second to adjust my entire reality around the idea that someone as much man as you could even exist?”

He seemed to think about it.

“Would it help if you had the measure?” He asked.

“I…Uh…” I was still flabbergasted, but could admit the appeal to his suggestion. “Okay.”

He grinned.

“Let’s start with a conventional measure. Grab something long…a yardstick or a tape measure.

I stood, tits swaying heavily as I searched through the house, finally finding a cloth tape measure and returning.

“Okay, lay your cock on the table.” I said with more eagerness and command in my voice than I’d intended.

“You sure? Is that table sturdy enough to handle the weight?” He asked.

I shook my head at him and clucked my tongue, tsk tsk. But to my shock, when he slapped his massive prick down with a resounding smack upon the surface, it did creak and shake a little. Even soft this thing Anadolu Yakası Manken Escort really was strong enough to threaten my furniture.

My mouth was dry as I unrolled the measure along it.

5 inches. “I’ve barely started…”

10 inches “Jesus christ…”

15 inches “OH MY GOD! Surely it can’t grow much, right stud?” I asked, jaw hanging at the fifteen inches of soft meat running almost off the edge of my table from where where

his tremendous testes splayed to either side.

“Well you’d have to get it hard to see, now wouldn’t you?” He smirked.

Oh who was I kidding? This young skate-stud knew for certain that I was going to be sucking his cock before the night was through… might as well get it over with, I thought.

Crawling up on to the table, I splayed my enormous udders on either side of it, teasing his soft cock with soft tit-meat, running my award-winning boobs up and down the length of him, loving how I could feel blood throbbing through those spectacular veins just from the contact of my tits.

When I reached the base of him, I slung his prodigious cock over my shoulder, focusing my horny attention on his balls.

What I did to that pair of orbs could not be described as praise or even worship… no, I founded a religion on those sweaty, meaty gonads, one whose rituals consisted of licking and sucking and kissing, whose only dogma was salvation through nut-lathing and whose high priestess was a temple whore named Katrina Kildaire.

There was no way I could actually fit a ball in my mouth of course, so I did what I could handle instead. I sucked the thick, salty skin of his sack between my lips and filled my maw with it, then sucked harder and filled my throat. His ball-bag alone without his cock or nuts in the equation occupied as much space as the biggest lover I’d ever accommodated, and when I finally let it go the fat orbs surged forward, battering my lips. I looked up him, clearly impressed, but his expression was one of familiar self-satisfaction.

Here was a young man who had known his share of worshippers, who knew just how amazing his gift was, and who didn’t mind rubbing my face in it. Which he literally did when he seized my hair and crammed me forward, turning my worldview into nothing but the sight, smell, taste, and touch of his enormous seed-makers. I tongue-lashed the maybe a fourth of one huge balls that would fit in my oral cavity, using my mouth-muscles to massage him, slap him, taste him and tease him, hoping to please this tiny portion of pendulous prick-paste-pod, He was clearly practiced, and tangled another fist in my red hair, forcing me to move in such a way as to give equal treatment to each portion of his left nut that I could, then directed me to the other one. I licked and slurped and sucked, gasping and moaning between mouthfuls of man-meat, finally gasping when I pulled back to see three things.

The clock on the wall said I’d been merely sucking this stud’s balls for 45 minutes. It took that long just to get to all of them.

They were now coated in sheen of my slobber. It looked like someone had dumped a drum of saliva on his balls, and it puddled upon the table.

His cock was now harder than before….it still clearly had some give as the end of it drooped over the side of the table, but it had grown almost twice the size. I don’t know how to explain it scientifically, but I had an honest to god orgasm right there, my whole body going rigid, my nipples stiffening even tighter, my pussy belting out a nasty squirt of juice that audibly went “splat” upon the floor.

I was in trouble.

He knew it too, leering at me, devouring me with his pretty blue eyes, shamelessly inspecting my body for how he would take pleasure from my lush curves and pouting lips and all the rest. I wasted now time in walking around the table to inspect his head, lifting the seemingly grapefruit sized knob in a palm and leaning low to slap my tongue over his bursting helmet, tasting his glans like a cone of cock-flavored ice cream. My wet pink mouth-muscle wandered all around and then stabbed into the cum-slit, the thing almost cavernous compared to any I’d ever seen. But then, from the look of those balls, it would simply have to be. They wouldn’t have a prayer of unloading through a normal man’s cock; it would be like trying to empty a water-tower through a drinking straw.

I kneeled on the table, straddling his cock, not putting my weight on it, just letting my wet pussy (which I’d freed while fetching the measure) coat the back of him in my steaming juices, a preview of things to come. I grabbed the tape measure and wrapped it around one of his big biceps. He flexed for me, letting the sculpted bulge fill out to an incredible 20 inches for me. I licked his arms, worshipping his muscles, letting my tongue roam both of them, and then find purchase on his perfect Pecs, teasing his nipples as I explored each straining crevice of his chest muscles.

My tongue led me down his abs; thick cuts of steak-like Anadolu Yakası Masöz Escort muscle layered his torso like armor, a perfect trench of it running down him, a trail for me to cover to his cock.

The root of it was so thick where it met his body that I couldn’t put my lips on both sides of it at once, even when I stretched my jaw painfully to try. Holding this strange position of gape-jawed snake-swallowing I slid down his monstrous member, smearing my lips on the back of his cock until I reached the head. After coating the grapefruit-like scepter-tip I leaned back and marveled again at his now seemingly fully hard size.

“Can I measure?” I asked nervously.

He just laughed, obviously used to this question. “Of course.”

But when I grabbed the measure he put a hand to my wrist. “No no. Grab my board.”

“Why?” I blinked

“Just do.” He said again. I went into the living room and seized the skateboard he’d left leaning against the door.

When I handed it to him, his intention became clear. He flipped the board over, and revealed a long sticker of a ruler underneath. IT ran the length of the board. 32 inches. He slapped his balls on the edge and his cock on the board, the wet smack making my pussy tingle. It ran the length of the board almost exactly. This stud had a32 inch fucking cock. Two feet, 10 inches. His cock was longer than his biceps were around, thicker than my waist. I marveled. I drooled. My jaw hung. Time passed.

Then, suddenly, I was on him, moaning like an animal as I crammed his cock deep into my throat, choking down inch after inch after inch. I though I was the queen of deep throat, but the stud tested me, and on that thirteenth inch of him I found myself rasping for breath, still trying to force myself forward, almost two feet of him left completely un-sucked. I pushed him back with a frustrated cough.

“Okay stud. I refuse to be beaten that easily. When I say shove, then shove.”

He looked a little taken aback. It was clear that while he might be accustomed to many over-the-top reactions to his size, few of those included attempts to kill one’s self on him. I lay on my back, head dangling over the edge of the table and opened wide.

“Shove” I commanded, and he thrust forward, plowing his massive, virile megacock down my throat, making me gag at first, but then utterly suppressing my body’s ability to react just with the sheer amount of pressure and fullness. My eyes were wide as I felt him pass this wall and slip inch after inch of meat into me, his enormous balls growing tantalizingly close, but still eight inches away by the time they slapped against the edge of the table and his cock could enter no further.

But I was proud to have 26 inches of cock stopping my throat. I demonstrated this pride by swallowing on it, rolling my muscles over every inch of him I could, my tits wobbled on my chest obscenely as I reached backward and grabbed a ball in each hand, firmly squeezing and tugging the huge footballs as I nursed on his cock.

My pussy and throat competed for what could produce more juice, the former coating the whole table-top in a sheen of my sweet nectar, the latter an unending stream of gooey thick precum and saliva that spilled from my lips and threatened to go up my nostrils from the upside-down vantage point.

“That’s right, you get sloppy, hon!” He grinned as he pumped his hips a little, making me gag out more of the nasty gunk.

“I’ll bet when you walked out there with your little clipboard, you didn’t think this was how your night was gonna end, did you?”

I could only cough in response, pumping and tugging his nuts all the while.

Finally he pulled out and oxygen burst into my lungs, my eyes wide as he wiggled his now dripping prick around like he were wielding some absurd skyscraper of meat. Looking me hungrily up and down he came closer and parked his balls on my head, thick leathery scrotum spilling down the sides of my head almost like a hat. He slapped his wet prick down between my tits and used his hands to gather them up, sawing his cock between them, balls rolling all over my upturned face, filling my nostrils with the scent of him.

Again I lost track of time, but when he finally pulled his scrotum from my face, I saw that my belly button was overflowing with a shimmering lake of pearl precum. He strode around the table and grabbed my ankles, tugging my ass to the edge as he placed the tip of his rod at my pouty cunt lips.

“I dare you not to cum.” He said.

“What?” I asked.

Then he slid himself inside me, parting my sex with no small amount of pleasure and pain, the sensation of both mixing feeling like all the blood in my body suddenly rushed to my clit, fanning the flames and stoking them at once, endorphins adrenaline and raw primal lust firing my pussy to life. He was coy at first, only feeding me between 4 to 6 inches a thrust, but once I gave my first whimper of “more” he went off, plowing his monster deep inside me.

His thick head scraped every sensitive wall of me as his length took me deeper then anyone ever could, the hot precum spewing ram battering my innermost recesses, ripping an orgasm from me. I let him know about my orgasm by speaking in nasty gibberish. “OH MY FUCK YOUR COCK HUGED MY PUSSY AIEEEEEEE!” I believe is what I said. It was like he had fucked my whole college education right out of my head.

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Hanna sat in the small privacy cubical in the library reading through the ads of a small under ground news paper. It was her second year at the small university. The first year she had done her share of partying and being a wild child. But that had soon started losing its appeal. Several of the campus activism groups had tried to get her to join too. But she found she had no tolerance for it.

She had dated a few young men but found most of them to be rather boring after a few dates. At five foot six and long black hair and a nice trim body she had no problem finding guys interested in her. But none of them came even close to what she desired in a man.

She found the ad she had been looking for. She had seen the ad in last months publication and was wondering if it was a one time thing. The paper was only published once a month and contained rather off the wall articles and opinions. There was only one place on campus the carried the publication. It had cost her two dollars. But she figured the money is what kept the little newspaper going.

But there in the right column, third add from the bottom. She stared at the small add. It was a small image of an enema bag. Below it all it said was text YES to the number given. Her hands were shaking when she hit the send button.

As she sat there she thought back to the first time she had found her mother’s fountain syringe. She had been in her late teens. She couldn’t even remember what she had been looking for in the closet. But way in the back behind a stack of folded towels she had stumbled onto it. She had no idea what it was when she pulled it out or why it would be so well hidden. She had read the box and the instructions on it’s use and had quickly put it back before someone caught her.

Her phone vibrated. Are you female? Was the question on the screen. Yes. Why? was what she texted back. Only females. Was the reply. Are you okay with that? Was the next message. Yes, she texted back. Good. All of our communications from here out will be totally secure. Anything that is said between us will go no farther. Will send you a questionnaire to this number in a couple of days. Please answer it as honestly as you can. She replied Okay.

She sat for a few minutes thinking. Wondering what this might turn into? Was she possibly putting herself in potential danger? Or might it be a means of achieving what she wanted? She hadn’t realized how aroused she had become until she stood up. She could feel her wetness as she started walking towards the door. Hoping no one noticed the small wet spot between her legs.

She had no classes for the rest of the day. As she drove towards the large house where she rented a room her mind drifted back again. She had looked at her moms’ bag several more times. She had even pulled it out a couple of times to look at it. She remember the smell of the rubber bag and the hose that hung from the bottom. She had looked up what an enema was on the internet and had found a lot of information on them.

At the time she didn’t realize the effect it would have on her in the future. She remembered thinking. Why would anyone want their ass filled with water? But she found herself being drawn to it for some reason. Wondering what it would feel like to have her belly filled with warm water? Wondering why the people in the stories she read seem to get off on them? She found pictures of women with swollen bellies. They all seem to have such a blissful look on their faces. She knew she had to find out.

Her chance came when she was 18. Two weeks from her 19th birthday. Her parents had told her on Tuesday night that they were thinking about going to see her aunt and uncle. They were thinking about leaving Friday afternoon and would be returning on Sunday afternoon. She kept her fingers crossed and on Friday afternoon she waved good bye to them as they pulled out of the driveway.

She had already thought it out in her mind. She would give them two hours. To be sure they didn’t forget anything. It was 250 miles to her aunt and uncles house. So after two hours they should be close to 100 miles away. It was 2:30. So if they hadn’t come back in that time she would be safe. Her mom texted her at 4:15 telling her not to forget to set the alarm system in the house when she went to bed. She had sent back a message telling her that she would be sure to set it and asked where they were and how everything was going. They were 118 miles away and everything was going great.

She had the doors locked and was heading for her bedroom when she told her mom goodbye. She had stripped herself naked in record time. Walking down the hall to the big closet she reached behind the stack of towels for her moms bag. She took the box out noting the position of everything so she could put it back the exact same way.

She took everything back to her room and gently pulled the bag from the box. She held it up over her head and let the tube uncoil. It surprised her when she felt water drops on her bare feet. Holy cow. Her mom had just used it. Her pussy was really wet now. She Anadolu Yakası Fetiş Escort reached down and grabbed the swinging nozzle so she could look at it better. It was about 8 inches long and had a cone shaped tip. And it was indeed wet.

She rubbed her clit a couple of times. Being no stranger to masturbating She felt the pleasure shoot through her core. She carried the bag to the bathroom and hung it on the shower curtain. Now what was it had read about using soap in the enema? Oh yeah. Ivory soap. Now it dawned on her why her mom kept so bars of it in the closet.

Hanna pulled into the driveway of the house where she was staying while she was attending school. The lady that owned the house was a sweet older woman. She stayed down stairs and minded her own business. She was out in the yard tending to some flowers when Hanna waved hello to her. She smiled and waved back and Hanna started up the stairs to her cozy little apartment. There was only one thing on her mind right now.

Locking the door and making sure the shades were closed she stripped herself naked. She liked the feel of being naked and she stayed that way most of the time when she was in her apartment. Her bathroom was small but it did hold a large claw foot bathtub. A great swan neck shower head came out of the wall above it. She had spent many hours in that tub soaking the worries of the day away. But now she ran the sink full of warm water. A bar of Ivory soap dancing in the sink as it filled.

She stooped over and pulled her red bag out from under the sink. The sink had enough water in it now. She dipped a wash cloth into the water and grabbed the soap. Briskly rubbing the bar of soap on the wet cloth and rinsing it several times in the water. She soon turned the water in the basin white and slippery. Just the way she liked it.

Holding the bag by the neck she filled it to the brim with the white water. The suds boiling out of the opening. She kept filing till water was in the neck. Threading the tube into the neck she made sure the flow clamp was closed tight. Carrying the full bag into her bedroom she stepped on her bed and hung the bag on a large hook on the wall. She had no idea what the hook was for. But it worked great for what she used it for. Getting one of her old towels she folded it and laid it on her bed. She dipped her finger into a open jar of Vaseline on her dresser. Reaching back she pulled her ass cheeks open and let her finger find the rosebud hidden between. Her finger went into her anus. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling.

Now stretched out on her bed she felt around till she found the nozzle. Looking up at the bag hanging above her she felt something change inside her. Her eyes narrowed as she lifted the foot to the full bag. She rubbed her foot on the full bag feeling the warmth and the fullness of it as she pushed the nozzle into her ass. Finding the clamp she opened it half way.

She felt the enema start into her gently. Feeling the warmth of it moving deeper into her bowels. Her fingers were moving on her clit. Pleasure shot through her. The cramps were mild to start but as the pressure increased inside her the cramps did also. Rolling her head from side to side she closed her eyes and she let her mind drift again.

She thought back to her first enema again. The sink was filling with water as she dipped the bar of soap into it. She rolled the soap in her bare hands under the water as the sink filled. When it was full she turned the faucets off and looked up at the bag hanging above the tub. Her young pussy was soaking the insides of her thighs.

She ran to the kitchen and found a plastic cup and returned to the bathroom. Taking the bag down and holding it by the neck she dipped the cup into the white water. She poured the first cup in. A few seconds later she felt the warm water on her bare feet. It took her a couple of seconds to figure out what was going on. She had forgotten to close the clamp. Once she had the clamp snapped shut she filled the bag to the top. Soap suds foam was running down the sides of the bag when she hung it back over the tub.

She stepped in to the tub and got down on her hands and knees. Her hand found the nozzle and she reached back with it to find her ass hole. Finding it she started to push. The nozzle didn’t want to go in. Damn it I need some kind of lube she thought. Jumping back out of the tub she got a jar of Vaseline from the medicine cabinet over the sink. She lubed the nozzle and got back in the tub.Once again she found her hole and this time the nozzle slid in.

She fumbled around till she found the clamp and opened it. The enema flowed into her way too fast. Within seconds she found herself needing to shit. Reaching back in panic she found the clamp and closed it. She was about to pull the nozzle out and scramble for the toilet when she felt the pressure suddenly lessen. She didn’t need to go now. She could still feel it but no urgency.

Dropping her shoulders lower she opened the clamp again but this time she kept Anadolu Yakası Gecelik Escort it in her hand. Squeezing it closed when she felt the pressure inside her colon increase. She was starting to feel full and the cramps were starting to get intense. Looking up at the bag she saw it was only about half empty. Mom takes this whole bag she thought to herself. So can I.

She tightened her ass even tighter and opened the clamp again. She felt the enema going even deeper into her colon. Taking deep breaths she concentrated on what she was doing. She could tell her belly was swollen. Just like the women in the pictures she had seen on the internet. Slowly she had forced herself to take the whole bag. What she had not realized at the time was that the pretty blue pumpkin bag she had filled to the brim actually held 3 quarts.

Laying on her bed Hanna climaxed for the second time as she held the two quarts of water in her bowels. Smiling remembering how full she had felt taking that very first enema. She wanted to feel it again. But when ever she tried to refill the bag. It became too much of a challenge to hold the enema inside her. The cramps were rolling through her again as she pulled the nozzle from her ass. She held up the nozzle and could see the brown streaks inside the flutes.

Laying the nozzle on the towel she rolled herself to the edge of the bed and stood up. She could feel the enema moving inside her. Clamping her ass tightly closed she walked towards her bathroom. Leaning into the shower she turned the water on to let it warm. She could hear her stomach gurgle as the enema continued it’s trek down. Stepping into the shower and pulling the curtain closed she relaxed her ass.

The enema felt good coming out of her ass. She could feel the large lumps followed by a stream of brown water. She listened to it all splatter on the bottom of the tub. She watch as the brown water made it’s way to the drain. The large lumps she smashed with her feet letting the brown paste squish up between her toes. She could smell the Ivory soap mixed with the smell of her shit rise with the steam of the shower. The warm water felt good spraying down on her. She knew her bowels weren’t empty yet and she waited for the sharp cramps she knew were coming.

She felt them a couple of minutes later. She felt the cramps moving down her colon bringing with them the wave of semi solid waste. She leaned forward slightly at her waist. She felt the urge to start pushing. She didn’t even try to slow it down and it blew out of her ass with all the force she could push. She closed her eyes smiling as she felt it shoot from her ass. The cramps were gone. She felt good inside now. She finished her shower and cleaned the tub. After drying herself she fell onto her bed and slept till morning.

The text came at 3:00 Thursday afternoon. It started with a small explanation. The experience is for you and you alone. Press 1 if you wish to continue. Press 2 if you wish to opt out. However if you opt out. You will not be contacted again and your phone number will be blocked permanently. With shaking fingers she pressed 1 and hit the send button.

The next messages were a series of questions. Asking her to please answer them honestly.

1. Have you ever had an enema? A. Yes

2.How often do you use enemas? A. A couple of times a week

3.What is the largest enema you have taken? A. 3 quarts

4.What is it that you wish to achieve? A. I wish to experience a large enema. To find out how much I can actually take.

She had to think a couple of minutes before answering the next question.

5. Do you have any problems with being restrained? A. No

Once again she hoped she was not putting herself in some kind of danger. But the wetness between her legs made her throw caution to the wind. The next message she read several times.

Your time will be 7:00pm Saturday evening. Allow yourself enough time to arrive promptly. From the university it will take you approximately 35 minutes to get here. Take route 17 north out of town for 14 miles. Turn left on route 9. In exactly 1.4 miles turn right. There is a private road and there will be a wide spot for you to park. When you arrive text HERE to the following number. You will receive further instructions at that point. If you do not show there will be no further communications and your number will be permanently blocked.

She had 4 classes Friday so her day was pretty full and it went by fairly quickly. She stopped at the gas station on her way home to make sure her little Honda had a full tank. Her next stop was McDonald’s for another nutritious meal. The 20 piece nuggets was her favorite. Once in her apartment she was naked in 2 minutes. Folding her clothes and stacking them in the hamper till laundry day. Rummaging in the kitchen drawer she found the 2 clothes pins she knew were in there. Her nipples were hard and sticking out. Taking a clothes pin in each hand she centered them on each nipple. On the count of 3 she let them both close at Anadolu Yakası Genç Escort the same time.

Pain shot through each one of her breasts at the same time. Her knees buckled slightly and she grabbed the counter to steady herself. She opened her nuggets and bit one in half. Dang she thought. They never give you any dipping sauce unless you ask for it. Smiling she spread her legs. Fuck it. I have my own.

Saturday at 4:00 she climbed into the shower. Making extra sure she washed her pussy and between her ass cheeks well. She had her phone plugged in for the last 2 hours and it was showing 100% charged. At 6:15 she pulled out of the drive and headed for route 17. She followed the directions and turned left on route 9. Stopping for a second she tripped her odometer trip meter back to zero. In 1.4 miles there was indeed a small blacktop road that went to the right. Pulling off in the wide spot she typed HERE and hit the send button.

Within a minute her phone chimed. Continue on the road for 2.5 miles. There will be a small gravel area on the right with a steel shed to the side. Your code to open the door will be 11744. When you enter proceed to the computer and follow the instructions. Leave all of your valuables locked in your car. Take only your phone and car keys in.

Hanna started her little Honda again. She set the trip meter to zero again and put the little car in drive. In 2.5 miles she turned onto the gravel lot and looked at the steel building. Putting her small purse under the seat she got out and locked the door. She walked to the door and looked at the number pad. Punching in 11744 she stepped back and waited. A couple of seconds later the door buzzed and swung open.

Stepping into the building she entered a lowly lit room. The door swung closed behind her and the room became brighter. She saw the laptop computer next to the wall on a small table with a single chair. She looked around the room. She could tell it was very clean and no money had been spared in it’s construction. A well padded waist high bench was anchored in the middle of the floor and several light chains hung from the ceiling above it. The screen was lit and the word welcome was displayed. Putting her keys and her phone into her pocket she walked to the computer and sat down. In the corner it read push any key to continue. Pushing the space bar the screen changed.

Welcome 11744 it read. You are probably worried about your safety. Be assured that nothing will happen to you here that you do not consent to. You may stop this encounter at any time and the door will open and you are free to leave. But once again if you choose this option no further communication will be had and your phone number will be permanently blocked. If you choose this option press the red button by the door and you are free to leave. If you wish to continue press enter.

With shaking fingers she pressed enter. The screen changed again. It read INITIAL ENEMA. If you would like a 2 or 3 quart clean out enema please press Y and hit enter. She pressed the Y key and hit the enter button. Please select 2 or 3 for the size and hit the enter button. She thought for a couple of seconds. She was comfortable with her 2 quart enemas but she came her to push herself. She pushed 3 and hit the enter button again. Please choose any combination from the following the next screen read. She pressed enter again and a list appeared.

Warm water

Cold water

Ivory soap

Castile soap

Glycerin

Hot sauce

She checked the boxes behind warm water, Castile soap and glycerin. She hit the enter button once again. The next screen asked her if she would like the mixture mild or strong. She picked strong and hit enter. The next screen asked her to choose a nozzle from several displayed on the screen. She chose a large bat nozzle hoping she hadn’t made a mistake picking it.

The next screen asked her how large she wanted her final enema. 4 quarts . 5 quarts or 6 quarts. There was a small note behind the last enema in the list. Reading NOT ADVISED UNLESS YOU HAVE A HIGH PAIN TOLERANCE. She had always dreamed about taking a 4 quart enema. But she thought what if she could be made to take 5 quarts. She thought for almost a full minute. If she could take 5 then she would know she could handle 4 for sure. She pressed 5 and hit enter.

The next screen was different. It read. From here out the pleasantries are over. You will be subjected to extreme degradation and humiliation. The only mission is to achieve YOUR goals. Whatever means is needed is what will be used. If you consent to this treatment check the yes box and hit enter. Otherwise you are free to leave and the same conditions will apply.

Her hands were shaking again as she clicked on the yes box and hit enter. More lights in the back of the room came on. She hadn’t realized how big the room actually was. There were large sinks and cabinets against one wall and another door at the end. The screen came to life again. Remove all your clothes and place them in the plastic bin at the end of the padded bench. You will find 4 leather cuffs and a blindfold in that bin. Put one of the cuffs on each of your wrists and ankles. Walk around the end of the bench and place your feet in the outlines on the floor. Bend over the bench and drop your tits through the holes. Put the blindfold on and stretch your arms over your head and wait.

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Call Me Daddy Ch. 02

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Ass

All of the participants of this are of legal age (18 years of age or older). This is for those that enjoy the DD/lg stories and life.

*

“Yes Daddy.” Those two words out of her mouth cause my cock to get hard as steel. Now I wished Carrie and I had gotten into this. I sat on the couch long after Sarah had gone home while Jack was playing in his room. All I could do was think about those two words. I never thought how they would make me feel when said by a grown woman instead of a three year old.

Later that night after Jack was asleep I sat in my office trying to think about Sarah’s test. Then it hit me. I grabbed a piece of paper and started to write. It took me nearly an hour to make sure it was right then I I know my plan then went to bed. I was surprised I fell asleep I was so excited.

The next morning I took Jack to my parents for some Grandparent time. When I got back home I put my plan into motion. He wrote a note, folded it and placed it on the side table by the door where Sarah would find it. She was coming over to watch Jack but I did not tell her that Jack would not be home. I wanted to have this first test with her. Part of that test would be how well she followed her first command.

Once I placed everything were it needed to be I went to local porn warehouse store where Carrie and I bought all our supplies. I still had Carrie’s collars, but did not feel it was right to use them so I went to pick up new collars. I picked up two collars. One pink, the other red. Pink would be the one used for when she was a good girl. Red was reserved for punishment time.

I went to the mall toward the jewelry store. Another collar I would give her would be a particular necklace I knew of. It was a black finger thin choker necklace with a small diamond chip in the middle. It was a necklace used as a collar by many Doms as it could be warn every day. Once my shopping was done I checked the time. Only another half hour before she would get to the house. I rushed home, took a quick shower then waited for her in my office.

I heard the door open then close as she yelled out. “I’m here!” Then I heard her quietly say. “What’s this?” I could almost hear my voice reading her the words on the note. You know like a voice over in the movie.

Babygirl,

You asked me to take you as my submissive for experience and a new desire to submit. I agreed on the condition that you be my little. Today I will give you a small test. Just something to see if you will obey your first true command. Your first command is rub your pussy until you are wet. Push your panties into your pussy and then remove them after they are wet. Leave them on the floor at the door. You will then walk to my office where you will kneel in proper position before knocking on the door. This will be your test. If you follow this command, it should take you no more than 10 minutes. If you do follow within that time I will consider you have changed your mind.

Love,

Daddy.

I waited with bated breath for any sound of movement. As I was staring at the computer screen contemplating if she would obey when there was a soft knock at the door. He smiled before turning around and getting up to walk to the door. When he opened it she was there in proper position. Kneeling with legs slightly spread, her hands behind her back fingers laced together, her straight with eye downcast.

“Very good. I see you have not changed your mind.” I held out my hand as I cleared my throat. She looked up then placed he small hand into mine. I pulled her up and kissed her. Not in an ‘I need to fuck you now’ kiss, but a gentle soft embrace. Our lips touch softly before I my tongue slid over her lips causing a moan to escape her. I took that moment when she parted her lips to slide my tongue into hers.

She responded Anadolu Yakası Anal Escort by pressing her little body into me as our kiss deepen. I wrapped my arms tighter around her, our tongues swirling around each other, my cock swelling at the feel of her against me. As much as I wanted to take her right then, I knew that I would rather take her to bed for her first time. I picked her up in my arms princess style and carried her to my bedroom. In the three years since my wife’s death I have never taken anyone in there. The only woman I had sex with was in the living room.

I pushed the door open with my foot just enough for us to enter. Walking her to the bed I gently placed her in the middle. I stepped back smiling seeing the nervousness in her eyes. I wanted to ease her mind so I slowly stripped my shirt off and let it fall to the floor. I watch her eyes move with my hands when I reached for the button of my jeans. I slowly undid them and lowered them to the floor. My boxers did not hide my nearly full erection.

I stood watching as she finally moved her hands to her shirt. It was the first time I noticed it. She wore a concert t-shirt for some band I never heard of. When she pulled it over her head I watch as her breasts bounced in her black lacy bra. I wondered if she picked it out to tease me or was it everyday wear. She reached around her back to unhook her bra then let it slowly slide down her arms and body.

Her areolas where beautiful. Not very big for her breasts but dark with perked nipples. My mouth watered at the thought of wrapping my lips around them. She got to her knees and slipped her fingers into the waist of her yoga pants and slide them down. My heart was beating faster with each inch she lowered them. I knew she was teasing me as much as she could. Once her beautiful pussy came into view my cock was rock hard.

I watch as lust filled her eyes as she snapped and her inner slut showed. Oh I was going to enjoy bringing it out of her. She finished pushing her pants off then got on her hands and knees and crawled over to me. With trepidation she slowly removed my boxers my hard cock bouncing for her. Slowly licking her lips she took it in hand.

“That feels good.”

“Thank you Daddy. I have hand some practice on my ex-boyfriend.” Just hearing her say that word made my cock throb even more. “But his cock was not a long or nice as yours. May I have a taste Daddy?” I could only nod as her suddenly girlish voice sent shivers over my body. Looking me in the eyes she stretched her tongue out barely touching the tip of my cock as a drop of pre-cum formed. The minute her tongue touched the tip of my cock it was like an electric shock.

She slide her tongue over the head of my cock then slowly lifted my cock and slide it down the thick vein underneath to my balls. I moaned loud as she reached my balls and took them into your mouth. Sucking on them I could feel her tongue roll them in her mouth. Letting them go she licked back up before engulfing my head into your mouth. My legs nearly buckled when she slide my entire cock in her mouth. I looked as her as she grinned when she slide back to the head.

“Told you I have some practice.” That is when she moaned, closed her eyes and went to town on my cock. As her head bobbed up and down the full length of my cock I tilted my head back and enjoyed her mouth. It had been years since I last had a good blowjob and she was one of the best. She would stop at the head and suck, caving in her cheek then quickly slide the full length and buried her nose into my skin. I twitched a moment then I snapped grabbing her pigtails I started to fuck her face.

I starting pumping my hips fast and hard hearing her gag was music to my ears. I could see her try and snake her fingers down to her pussy. Anadolu Yakası Yaşlı Escort I growl startling her.

“Lesson one babygirl. Your pussy belongs to me now. You don’t touch unless I say.” I continued to fuck her mouth feeling my cock swell and throb deep down her throat. “Oh fuck babygirl.” In seconds I was shooting down her throat. She moaned and the next then I know I watched as she bucked her hips cumming hard just from my cum shooting down her throat. She was moaning on my cock as she came causing the last to shoot out before I pulled my cock out.

I sat back in a chair near the wall as she settled from her orgasm. She looked at me smiling.

“Sir. That has never happened to me. I have swallowed my ex-boyfriend’s cum every time I sucked him, but I have never orgasmed from it. All I can say is. WOW. Sir.” She flopped back on the bed. I looked over at her knowing that I was ready to take her to the next step. As I stood up she looked at my semi hard cock.

“Now babygirl. It’s time that I give you a reward.” She looked at me puzzled. I reached the bed and picked her up tossing her on the bed. She moaned as I knelt on the bed. I crawled up between her legs. I leaned down kissing one ankle and slowly kissing up her calf, then her thigh before moving to the other ankle to do the same to that leg. He watched as she moved her hips and purred at my lips.

Once I was at her pussy I spread her lips and slowly slid my tongue from bottom to top. She squirmed as my tongue touched her clit. I continued making her squirm as I licked from bottom to top making sure to press against her clit. When I felt her grind into my mouth I know she was getting close to another orgasm so I starting to dart my tongue into her wet hole.

“Ohhhh fuck Daddy….right there……your tongue feels so good…..please…please let me cum again Daddy.” I sucked her clit into my mouth and hummed sending shock waves through her. “AHHHH FUCK DADDY!!!” Her hips begin to buck harder into my face as I her orgasm neared. In that moment I pulled my face away as she slumped to the bed whimpering and whining. “OH FUCK DADDY! I NEED TO CUM!”I pushed myself to my knees seeing the plead in her eyes as she whimpered. I grinned looking down at her sweet wet pussy.

“You see babygirl. Your body belongs to me. That means I decide when you cum. Now I’ll be a nice Daddy and let you get away with the first time without punishment. But you cum again without permission then you will have to learn a lesson.” She moaned as my fingers caressed her clit as I spoke. “Now do you want to cum again babygirl?” She could only nod as my fingers toyed with her clit. She starting grinding her clit into my fingers

“Oh Daddy I need to cum…Please…please…please let me cum. I’ll be a very good girl for you. My body is for you and only you.”

“Oh it is.” I slide between her legs and pressed the head of my cock to her pussy. “Since is this your first time, I’m not going to make you beg for my cock. But I warn you this will hurt.” I rub my cock up and down between her lips getting it wet before sliding the head in. She winced a bit but I know this was just the beginning. “Ok babygirl I want you to grip my wrists and squeeze when you feel the pressure. Don’t worry you won’t hurt me.” I knew not to go slow as it made the pain worse so in one swift motion I shoved my cock completely in.

“AHHHHHHHH FUCK DADDY!!!” She screamed as her nailed dug into my wrists from squeezing. As I slowly started to slide in and out, her screams of pain turned into a moans of pleasure. “Oh Daddy. This feels so good. I’m glad I waited. Mmmm.” I grinned as I started pumping harder and faster.

I felt her orgasm start to build again ad I placed her legs over my shoulders. My thrusts becoming more animalistic Anadolu Yakası Zenci Escort in force. The sound of her moaning, out skin slapping, the wet squish of my cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy all added to bring me to the edge. I thrusted harder each time she moaned.

“OH FUCK DADDY!!! I CAN”T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!! PLEASE LET ME CUM!!!”

“CUM BABYGIRL!” I roared out as my cock released my seed deep into her womb. In that moment my mind went…. “SHIT!” I didn’t ask her if she was on birth control as I was still carrying fertile seed. I just pumped away my cock shooting jet after jet of cum deep into her pussy while it gripped my cock like a vice as her orgasm ripped through her.

“OH FUCK DADDY!”As she calmed down from her spasms I held her close and we begin to kiss again. I stroked her hair lovingly as my cock slowly slipped out of her pussy.

“Damn babygirl. I haven’t cum like that in some time. I think you drained my balls of everything.” We lay there in a cuddled sweating heap. Before I knew it we both drifted into sleep.

I woke up with her snuggled up against me as my hand caressed her hair. She moaned softly as she snuggled closer into me. It felt good to have a female body snuggled into me again. I slide my hand down to her arm and caressed it up and down. She opened her mouth a little as another moan escaped her. I smiled knowing what I was doing to her but wanted to let her sleep a bit more. As I started to get up I felt her little hand curl around my arm.

“Don’t leave me Daddy.”

“I’m just going to the bathroom. I’ll be right back then we need to discuss things.”

“Yes Daddy.” I walked into the master bathroom. When I came out she had moved into a sitting position. Her hand laced behind her as she looked at me smiling. She was still naked while her nipples still taught and peaked. She was smiling as I stepped back into the room. Just the sight of her had my cock waking up again.

“Ok babygirl it’s time to talk. You need to understand were you and I are in this and what I expect of you.” She looked at me nearly worried.

“Yes Daddy.”

“I will have a list of rules for you by tomorrow when you come to watch Jack. You must follow them.” She nodded. I stepped up to the bed watching her crawl over to me. Smiling I caressed her cheek she nuzzled into my hand. “Let me ask you something.”

“Yes.”

“Do act like a little because of what you have learned or because it feels right.” She moved her hands to her lap and was twisting her fingers around each other.

“Well…I would say a bit of both. You see I have always been like this. I know I didn’t show it, cause I wanted to keep this job and I was afraid that if you saw me like this you would think I was too immature for the job. Once I read about littles I realized that I was one. Then after the other night I knew I wanted to be yours.” She smiled shyly.

I looked at her seeing her become little again. She sat crosses legged, twisting her fingers around each other, biting her bottom lips with her head down but looking up at me, and her pigtails a bit messed up. I can feel my cock stir just looking at her. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out the box holding the choker. I held the box out for her and she shyly took it. As she opened the box her light lit up.

“For you to wear at all times when we are not playing.” I lifted it out of the box and she looked up to allow me to put it around her neck. “This is your public collar.” She looked into the mirror on my dresser and beamed as her hand caressed it.

“Thank you so much Daddy. I love it.” She stood up and wraps her arms around me then kisses me hard. When I pulled back I smiled at her.

“Well then babygirl. I would be proud to have you as my little girl. So from this day forward you will be mine. You are mine now. You’re submission to me will last as long as we both chose it to. It that clear.” She nodded. “I need you to answer me properly.” She held her head up looking me in the eyes.

“Yes Daddy.” She smiled before we returned to the bed and enjoyed each other for several hour before I went to pick up Jack.

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Jenny Plays with the Big Girls Ch. 02

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This is the second part of my first entry, “Jenny Plays With the Big Girls.” I want to thank everyone for their kind words of support and desire for this story’s continuation – it has been heartwarming, to say the least. I can only hope that kind of welcome will only continue.

*

“Jimmy,” I explained. “It’s only for tomorrow, because the game is so soon upon us. If we win tomorrow, we’ll have two weeks to find a suitable replacement for the next game and even more time for the remaining games.”

“But…but Lori,” Jimmy stammered. “You’ve gotta be crazy. I mean, there’s no way this idea of yours will work. There’s no way I could wear a girl’s swimsuit or even look convincingly like a girl. Everyone will know right off that I’m a boy pretending to be a girl.”

“Look shrimp,” I said comfortingly. “Don’t get all freaked out over this. I’m not going to force you to do this. We girls are only asking you to do this as a favor for us because we know that you are skilled enough as a volleyball player to pull it off. As for the rest, why don’t you at least just try the suit on? Julie is your size and was kind enough to bring over some of her things for you to change into. If you don’t look as convincing a little girl as we all think you will, then we’ll drop the subject and never bring it up again. However, if you look as nice as we think you’re going to look, then at least think about helping out our team and your school in it’s time of need, OK?”

“Well, OK Lori,” Jimmy agreed reluctantly. “But I still think it’s a stupid idea that will never work. But for you and the team, I’ll give it the old college try.”

“That’s my girl,” I said with a wink. “I’ll go in and give you a hand.”

Taking the clothes from Julie, I led Jimmy into the bathroom while telling the rest of the girls to wait in the living room for our return. In the bathroom I had Jimmy strip naked.

“What? Naked?” Jimmy cried out. “Sis, you haven’t seen me naked in at least ten years!”

“That’s because you were a boy, Jenny,” I explained. “And so it wasn’t proper. Now we’re all just sisters here so we have nothing to hide from each other. Besides, I need to apply this depilatory to your skin to get rid of all that ugly hair you’ve got.”

“Did you just call me Jenny?” Jimmy asked.

“Yes I did, sweetheart,” I answered. “Look, sit down for a minute, OK?”

Once Jimmy was seated on the lowered lid of the toilet, I continued. “Look here, sis. We’ve all got to get our heads wrapped around this change we’re making here, and pronto, right? You don’t want us calling you Jimmy when you’re all dressed up in your feminine finery, do you? You’d be discovered for sure, don’t you think?”

“Uh, yeah,” he muttered blushingly. “I guess I wasn’t thinking.”

“For that same reason we need to get rid of this hair,” I continued. “No normal teenage girl lets her arms and legs get overgrown with follicle growth like you’ve got. People see this and it just shouts, THAT’S A BOY IN GIRLS CLOTHES! We wouldn’t want that now, would we?”

“Gosh no!” Jimmy said, imagining the sight of him in a bikini being chased down the beach by an angry mob of irate townsfolk. “Oh sis, are you sure we can get away with this?”

“Yes Jenny, I’m sure,” I assured my brother. “Remember what I said, if it looks like it won’t work, if you aren’t 100% convinced you won’t be discovered when I’m finished with you, then we’ll just forget all about it. But remember this, girl. If you agree to this and it works out, it can only help you in the long run. Think of the field experience you’ll get by actually playing in a tournament match instead of just a practice scrimmage. The confidence this experience will build in you will only help you later in life when you try out for bigger and better things.”

“Thanks Lori,” Jimmy said. “Putting things into that kind of perspective makes me feel better about the whole thing now. I think I’m ready to proceed.”

“Good girl, Jenny,” I said smilingly, giving my new sister a hug. “I knew you had it in you. Now, stand up here and let me lather this cream around your arms, legs and stuff.”

I started spreading the depilatory up Jimmy’s left leg from his calf to his thigh. Stopping there I did the same to his right leg. Then I covered his back and buttocks, going so far as to slide my finger Anadolu Yakası Türbanlı Escort between the crack that separated his bottom cheeks into two perfect half moons, sexily goosing his tight butt-hole in the process.

“Hey, hey, watch it Lori,” Jimmy squealed. “That’s kind of sensitive there!”

“Really girl?” Lori teased. “Have you been giving the boys some back-door action already, sweetie?”

“Aw, cut it out, Lori,” he said with a deep blush.

“OK sis, I apologize,” I said. “I was only joshing with you anyway. Here, now you take some of this cream and rub it over your groin, all over your cock and balls to get rid of the hair there. I’d do it, but I figure you might think I was getting a bit too personal if I grabbed at your private parts like that, being your sister and all. Yeah, like that, just like you were jerking off to me. Oh, I bet that feels nice, doesn’t it, boy?”

As Jimmy began jerking himself off using the depilatory cream as a lubricant, he got more and more lost in the erotic sensations of his hand-job and leaned back into my shoulders, his head laying back into the crook between my neck and shoulders. As he did so, I began to gently kiss his cheek and whisper sweet nothings in his ear as I brought my arms around his slim frame and began applying the last of the smelly cream on his arms, underarms, and then finally around his chest and stomach, smoothing and fondling his chest and nipples as if he had real breasts to caress.

“That’s it, Jenny girl,” I whispered. “Go for it, girl. Be all that you can be. Imagine your tits are as big as mine, Jenny. Don’t you wish you had tit’s as big as mine? You know, Jenny, if you were a girl, you wouldn’t have to try and compete against the boys anymore. You’d have to compete against the girls for the boys’ favors. Just imagine being lucky enough to get a ten-inch cock to suck on or, even better, to get one like that shoved deep into your butt-hole like this!”

At that I slammed my middle finger right up my brother’s butt-hole, thrusting it in and out as if it were a cock, giving him the greatest pleasure possible. His knees buckled, and suddenly, he came.

“Aaahh! Ohh, sis, I never…” Jimmy moaned. “Gosh, that feels so good! I’m going to shoot! I’m coming! I’m coming so good!”

Suddenly struck by the entire erotic nature of the situation , I couldn’t believe how wet I’d become at the notion of turning my brother Jimmy into a girl and not just how, in a singular swoop swoop of fate, I came up with the idea to do it to him but also how, with very little objection or resistance, Jimmy’s simple-minded decision to so willingly allow me to feminize him to the nth degree possible now seemed to give me near complete mastery over the fate of my gullible brother’s destiny. Thus, my mind was now turning over thousands of lewd, lurid, and quite vivid images as I envisioned untold paths my new sister could be made to walk, being as I was now in a position to force him to go wherever I chose to lead him, er, I mean her. Wild, unchecked visions of Jenny ran through my mind as I imagined, through the use of dildoes and vibrators, sharing her ass with the teammates, passing her around for sexual favors from one girl to another. Then, on some nights, letting their boyfriends get involved as well. These thoughts and more overwhelmed me so much that I reacted without thinking. Before I realized it, I had inserted a second finger into Jimmy’s rear passageway and began thrusting both in and out several times. While I raped his butt-hole with my plunging fingers, Jimmy continued to smear his groin with the depilatory cream and jerk himself off with it until he came a second time. Oh god, I’m such a slut, I thought to myself, as I let these fantasies run through my imagination unchecked. Why am I thinking such thoughts? I really do love Jimmy, and he has always been such a nice brother. But damn, this is such a heady feeling, this sense of power that’s overtaken me ever since I’d realized the control I now held over Jimmy. Well, I don’t care, they’re just fancy musings anyway. Nothing will ever come of them, not in real life anyway. Playing these games may be fun to fantasize about, but I would never really do that to my little brother, not for real, no matter how much fun it might seem to be. Still, Anadolu Yakası Otele Gelen Escort I need to finish this little game I started with my little chickadee. The depilatory needs to be rinsed off soon anyway.

“So, Jenny,” I whispered into Jimmy’s ear as he slowly regained his strength. “How does it feel being treated like a girl? It’s not all bad, is it? If you agree to wear the clothes like I asked, that is if you agree you look OK in them, we could have fun and games like this lots of times. Wouldn’t you like that? Eh?”

“Jeez, Lori,” Jimmy complained, rubbing his butt. “You just fucked me up the ass!”

“Yes? So?” I asked, a bit perplexed. “Don’t try to tell me you didn’t like it?”

“That’s not the point, sis,” Jimmy went on. “I’m not queer. I don’t do things like that.”

“I know that, Jenny,” I said. “You didn’t have your orgasm when I rammed my fingers up your butt because you’re gay even if you one day might find out that you are. You had it because you’re accepting your girlish state of mind, and are beginning to believe you should be a girl, for the sake of the team.”

“Uh, um,” Jimmy muttered, completely done in by his sister’s twisted logic.

“Don’t worry, little girl,” I said. “I understand. You are not gay. You are just a horny little boy who will be dressing up like a girl — a girl who likes a cock up her ass when she’s not busy sucking every cock that’s offered her and swallowing down all the hot, juicy come into her cute little tummy. See, I know you better than you think, right?”

“Uh, yeah sis,” Jimmy said, still too confused to think straight. “I guess, I think.”

“Now, Jenny,” I said. “Let’s get you in the shower and wash off the depilatory cream.”

As the cream washed away, the hair went to the drain with the flow of water, leaving a completely hair-free Jimmy standing there. I toweled him dry, instructing him to pat himself down from now on so as not to aggravate his now hairless skin by rubbing it dry like he usually did. Jimmy’s hair nearly came to his shoulders so I then feathered his bangs and curled them slightly with my curling iron to give him a quick girlish look. Then I plucked his eyebrows a bit until they were at least passable and applied some light makeup. Then I gave him one of the swimsuits Julie brought over and helped him put it on, again making sure he put his cock between his legs to give him a more feminine front. It was a simple one piece violet, spandex outfit, cut high on his butt and revealing a lot of cheek, but otherwise it was cute, in a traditional sort of way. I had some more, rather exotic and risqué outfits that I really wanted to get my new sister into, but felt that it was a bit too soon to take such a step. Best to start out slowly, I figured.

When I stood him up and turned him to face me, I was amazed and stared in open-mouthed wonder. As much as I thought it could be done, I still could not believe this was my little brother! He, no SHE, was adorable! Taking him to the full-length mirror on the bathroom door, I let him view his image for the first time.

“Well Jenny,” I asked. “What do you think?

“Gosh Lori,” Jimmy gasped. “Is that really me? I look like someone I’d want to date!”

“That’s the real you, girl,” I said. So, are you convinced yet that you can pull this off? Do you want to give it a try now, for the good of the team and our school?”

“Gee, sis,” He said. “If you can make me look this convincing all the time, then not only for the good of the team and the school, but for the experience and confidence I can get from doing this, I’ll agree to go ahead and play for you guys. And not just this one game, but if you’ll have me, I’d like to play until you guys get disqualified, or you win the whole kitten-caboodle!”

“Oh Jenny,” I said, throwing my arms around my new sister in a grateful hug. “You don’t know how happy you’ve made me today. Now let’s go and tell everyone else the good news. Plus I’m sure they want to see how great you turned out!”

The rich violet outfit contrasted well with his sun-bleached blond hair, dark blue eyes and tanned skin coloring as together we walked back to the living room. Coming through the doorway, all three of the awaiting girls gasped in awe, jumping up to greet us.

“Welcome Anadolu Yakası Ucuz Escort to the team, Jenny,” Denise blurted out, while running her hands over the material of the suit where it hugged into the curves of Jimmy’s body.

“Ditto, chickie,” Julie added, pulling teasingly on his nipples. “You look better in my suit than I ever did. I’m jealous!”

“Don’t listen to her, Jenny,” Cindi said as she patted and caressed Jimmy’s ass, pulling his suit even higher on his cheeks, causing Jimmy to wince slightly even as she managed to slide the band into his ass crack, thong-style. “She’s just worried that you’re going to take all her boyfriends away from her. But don’t worry, we’ll make sure there’s plenty to go around, won’t we girls?”

Jimmy couldn’t help but blush at all the attention he was receiving from the girls. He had only just started developing an interest in the opposite sex in his senior year of high school, and had only had one girlfriend in his brief foray into the great unknown. They had only had one date which had not gone too well, as he had sexually peaked long before he’d wanted to. She had ridiculed him for his lack of sexual prowess and word soon spread until it was all over school. Thus it was a major reason why he decided to travel 3000 miles to go State, in California, the College his sister went to, in an attempt to make sure he was far enough away from any school his high school mates might choose.

Now, here he was being fondled, caressed, almost literally swooned over by a bunch of College girls, and some of them sophomores and juniors, all because he was dressed up like one of them. A guy could get used to this, Jimmy began thinking. All that wasted time and effort I went through trying to impress the girls back home with my masculine bravado. Now it seems all I ever had to do was put on some of their clothes and I could have had them eating out of my hand! Jeez, go figure!

“OK girls,” I announced. “Enough of this love fest. I think now that Jenny’s here to stay, we should go out and celebrate her new found femininity while also celebrate her agreeing to play on our team. Who’s up for pizza and a movie?”

All the girls agreed wholeheartedly to the notion of a night out on the town, but Jimmy balked a bit. It was one thing to dress up like a girl in their sorority, figuring to get back into his own clothes now and head back now to his own place, but to go out in public like one of the girls was way too scary, and he just wasn’t ready for that.

“Uh, Lori,” He said. “I figured I’d just head on back to my place now. I can come back tomorrow before the match to get ready…”

“Look Jenny,” I told him, before he could get any further. “You’re going to have to be seen in public eventually. We’ll be playing our next tournament game tomorrow, and anyone just watching from the sidelines will see you playing there. Going out with us tonight, letting others see you as the petite, fragile feminine creature you have become, will give you the practice you need to learn how to act and walk like a girl and go a long ways to help you build confidence in your new persona, allowing you to feel stronger and less nervous in the pretty girly clothes you wear with each passing day. Besides, girl, from now on, you’re a member of out Sorority. You’re a Lambda Lambda Psi chick for the rest of your college days, honey.”

“Lori!” Jimmy replied shamefacedly. “You’ve gotta be kidding! I mean, well, I guess I really wasn’t thinking everything through here. Yes, you’re right in that I really do need the practice to get into the right frame of mind for this whole volleyball thing to work. I mean, OK, I can’t just put a girl’s bathing suit or dress on and leave it at that, expecting everything to fall into place, and “POOF” I’m a girl, or at least girl-like. I imagine I will still walk and talk like a boy and do other things like a boy that I’m going to have to hide or change in order to further develop my masquerade. OK, I’ll go with you girls and do whatever you want me to in order to work on so that I might become as girlish as I need to so no one discovers I’m a boy in girl’s clothes. But I can’t just join your Sorority like that. There are rules and regulations. And just because you put me in girl’s clothes doesn’t negate the fact that I’m still a boy, and boy’s just can’t up and join sororities!”

“That’s what I wanted to hear, girl,” I said, giving my little brother a hug. “And about joining the Sorority? Don’t worry about a thing, dearie. I have a friend in the Registrar’s office who owes me a favor. Pretty soon nobody will ever remember you were ever a boy. Now, let’s get you dressed for a night out with the girls.”

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The Hung Games Pt. 08 – Epilogue

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((Hey all! Here’s the conclusion to the Hung Games, I hope you enjoy. Soon I’m going to begin dropping chapters of the sequel to these set in the same world but far from the arena of professional fuck-fighting, stay tuned for the upcoming Huge Man on Campus.))

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It was actually really nice between Desiree, Joseph, Luke and I after that. All of us slept at least a few hours, then took our time in the cleansing bath and made our way for the exit. The administrators showed some sense in that the oil waterfal was shut off by the time we walked that way. Before we made our final emergence the boys shook hands, and I wrapped up Dez into a warm, sisterly hug. All the tension between us was gone, athletes who had tested their limits (and in some cases exceeded them) were now just four very hot people, attracted to one another and care free.

The moment we emerged from the cave façade there were cameras aimed at us and microphones pointed, questions being hurled from every side.

“Joseph, when did you know it was over?”

“Luke, just what are the exact dimensions of your dick!?”

“Jasmine! Do you like sucking balls?”

“Desiree, what exactly is the torque strength of your vagina?”

We answered nothing, walking through the crowd to the waiting limousine. We partook of the mini-bar’s various offerings and Joseph glanced through the complimentary newspaper. He made a stunned gasp and dropped it.

“Guys?” He was breathless, pointing at the top of the page above the headlines.

One by one, we each had our own moment of shock. It was the date. Even subtracting time for a pleasant sleep we’d each had, we had been in that grotto fucking for literally two days and sixteen hours; We’d shattered the duration of every previous fuckfight finale. We weren’t just this year’s winners and losers…we were gods.

Everything from there is just flashes of memory. I know we had a big awards ceremony. I know we had a parade. I know we partook in the odd ritual of letting hundreds line up to kiss my tits and Joseph’s cock for luck and prosperity and whatnot. I know we met the president. (I might have blown him in a private moment, but I’ll never tell.) I know I got in touch with Desiree and we began to form a nice friendship. I know there were parties and dinners and discussions with hollywood about movies to be made of our story. I know we had lots of merchandise to endorse and model. I know they made castings of Luke’s cock to be the most popular sex toy of that year. I know I got my own line of bras. I know the talk started that we might return next year, but would we get to finish as a couple or would we have to take each other on? I know it was all over in a blur and we were off to our reward, a year together in the world’s nicest estate on one of the most beautiful places on earth.

I can’t go into the whole year and how wonderful it was, but I can tell you about the first week, and how we basically didn’t stop fucking for all of it, and how I stopped counting time in hours and minutes, my only unit for the passage of time, was the orgasm.

Climax 1

We already couldn’t keep off of each other just on the plane flight over. It was a private jet, scotch guarded and outfitted for vigorous fucks, but we had been teasing each other for over a decade, on some level we weren’t ready to just jump right in even though every fiber of our beings was straining at it. My first orgasm came as we made out sloppily in our plush velvet love-seat, my hands groping along the rigid length that would destroy his pants if not for their capacious size, in turn he’d reached down my pants to finger me, skillfully switching between stimulating my clit and my g-spot, I gasped out in horny lust as his hooked fingers curled inside me and brought me over the top.

Climax 2

Still on the plane. We’d moved to taunting oral, for my part I was gnawing on his big ball like it was a piece of succulent through through his pants so he could see it and feel the pressure, but not the actual sensation of my mouth on his nuts. He payed me back for it by flipping me over and savaging my clit with firm presses of his lips, making me soak through my panties with juice. My brother drank it with lewd slurps and sucks that showed just how much he loved my taste.

Climax 3

We controlled ourself a little more after than until we were in the limo to our island manor. The tropical heat was glorious and I’d already changed into a strained halter top and shorts by the time we’d left the airfield. HIs eyes popped out of his head when he saw me like that and he couldn’t keep his big mitts from wandering all over my tits, pawing at them lustily, tweaking and tugging my nipples, bringing forth another orgasm purely from the hunger of his tit play. I loved how badly he wanted me, it made me feel power like I’d never had before, and I know for a fact every man I’ve met has wanted to fuck me since I outgrew training bras.

Climax 4

On the walk up to the property, Luke had me up against one of the trees, his cock was istanbul escort hard and he was grinding it through his clothes against my sex, even dry-humping he was better than most men at outright sex. He leaned into whisper in my ear (that was what set me over the edge) “The second we cross that threshold, I own you. You are going to be my fuck-slut, my cum-whore, my cocksucking bitch. We may enter this place as brother and sister, but we are going to leave it fuckslave and master. I am going to ride you harder than you’ve ever been ridden before, and put you away wetter than water. If you don’t consent to any of that, now is your time to let me know.”

“Shut up and own me, already.” Was my orgasmically moaned reply.

Climax 5

We didn’t get two steps from the threshold before we were on each other, my hands pulling that huge cock out of his shorts, his ripping my shirt completely asunder. “I liked that shirt!” I chided him. “You’re never going to need a shirt again.” He growled back, clumsily pulling my tits from my bra cups, groping and fondling at them with years of held-back lust finally getting unleashed. “You can’t imagine how these have taunted me!” I moaned as he licked and sucked my massive mounds, jerking and jacking the soft cock I’d seen in action so many times. I think I actually have a pretty good idea I thought as he feasted on and tongue-worshipped my nipples. At one point he did a surprisingly skillful thing and took all the weight off of my tits, hefting them in his palms. They overflowed of course, but he was still taking away all the gravity. Then he leaned down and gave each on slow sensuous licks, slurps, and even gentle nibbles. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before, and something about all the weight being off of them heightened the pleasure. I was shocked when I felt my pussy punch drizzling down the inside of my thighs; the stud had gotten me off just by the way he sucked my tits.

Climax 6 and 7

Finally I pushed him back and started to attack his cock in earnest, rubbing it’s semi-hardness all over the super-softness of my wet well-sucked boobs, I wasn’t titfucking him, just letting that giant log of meat and my behemoth fuck-pillows get really well acquainted with each other. I think they liked each other too, my nipples were erect and his cock was getting closer to that with every passing pulse beat, the huge member filling out and lengthening, veins protruding more as it fattened up. Beneath his huge balls pulsed with power and I couldn’t resist smooshing my face into them… that was the instant I came, it wasn’t the first time I’d come into contact with them, but in the heat of the fight before I hadn’t gotten to fully appreciate them. Now it was just the two of us, just my face rubbing in his leathery warm sack, just my tongue exploring every inch of the big fat nuts I’d been lusting after since my first impulses of sexual desire. Never able to resist his dominant urges, I felt Luke’s strong hands in my hair and he shoved me deeper, turning my whole world into his balls.

So I came again.

Climax 8

After finally letting me free from continuing to bathe his jaw-breakingly big balls in my whorish slobber Luke selfishly pushed me for the stairs, spanking my upturned ass thrice as he aimed his-now hard cock at it. But he still didn’t fuck me yet, the tease was going to drag that out as long as possible, instead he seated me on the root of his cock, his giant prick extending between my legs, head smearing the bottoms of my boobs with precum. I didn’t get what he was up to until he put his arms beneath my butt cheeks and thrusted himself, lifitng me with his cock and palms, humping me up several steps, the move made his fat gargantuage fuckstalk grind against my clit with gravity’s aid, I answered this by making the steps more dangerous with a squirt of cream, howling as I came.

Climax 9 trough 15

He humped me up every step on the big case, his hands changing where they were coming from with every clit-mashing climb. In one moment they were reaching around to milk my big tits, another cupping and spanking my ass, another still parting the cheeks to explore my tight pucker with his tongue. He was a beast, a creature of pure fuck-power who had me cumming so much I wasn’t sure I’d make it to the bedroom without passing out let alone up these stairs. But I stuck it out, I gloried in the sweat starting to bead on my tits and did what I could to move on him, rubbing myself off against his cock even when it wasn’t part of the act of lifting me.

Climax 16-20

We danced in the hallway leading to the master bedroom. After we’d cleared the stairs he slammed me right up against the wall, hungrily kissing me, reaching down to finger fuck me with two of his thick long digits as his other hand busied itself with rubbing my breasts all over, mauling them really, and why not? They were there for his pleasure, not mine. That brought me off. We managed to stagger a few more steps down the hall before he’d slammed me against the opposite wall, this Escort Anadolu Yakası time letting his cock do the talking, grinding it on my clit from the front. In this position he asserted his massive strength again, lifting my by the ass like I was nothing, he gave a few quick hip-grinds and brought me off again, then began to walk, keeping me in that position so that every step brought me up and down on his shaft, I came again not long into the trip and one last time as we finally reached the end of the hall.

Climax 21

He stood in the doorway a moment, admiring the lush setting I couldn’t see since I was facing away, and then with a rough growl he literally threw me across the room, I screamed on my short flight, ending in the soft plushness of the biggest bed I’d ever seen. The thing was thick down soft with trampoline springiness beneath it, and I must have made quite the sight bouncing for a few moments, tits splaying out, arms pinwheeling, legs awkwardly flung in all directions. Lucas looked me over with lust and strode to the bed… even a cock as humongous as his looks a little silly when it’s bouncing with motion, but the joke was abruptly over as he wordlessly pushed me back, aimed the thing, and plunged inside of me. My world shrank to nothing more than my climaxing cunt and I finally understood so much.

Climax 22-50

I came a second time right on top of the first one. The girth was insane, and while part of me said that it should hurt more than it was, I was more just blown to the back of my own mind by the sheer amount of pleasure. How do I describe it?

Friction on the clit is one thing, a very good thing, but this was something entirely different, like my poor little button was getting stroked from the inside by the intense internal pressure. At the same time, it was being sort of tugged away from itself by the stretch of his width. On top of that, it felt like it was collapsing in on itself, the top-to-bottom sensation somehow made me feel pushed together at the same time as I was being pulled apart.

All of that hit me in the first instant of his penetration, and then he was pushing inside of me, and pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing… now I realized something else; it wasn’t just his girth, the length of his beast meant he could continue to fling me over the pinnacle of orgasm again and again and again and again and again and again.

My mind couldn’t adjust. My body couldn’t adjust. I was just a helpless, cumming thing, my cunt bursting forth with endless gouts of juice, I didn’t know what was hitting me.

As my orgasms entered their third-dozen, I came to understand so much as I came.

My brother could not have lost the tournament, he was simply built to please women to the most perfect degree imaginable. We joke about guys who think they are “god’s gift” but he really, REALLY was. It made me look back more on our life together too… of course he hadn’t gone out of his way to fuck me or to persuade me to fuck him. What could there be after this? He’d have ruined me for all other men! I was no longer contemptuous of his arrogance because he deserved it, nor could I be angry at him for his choosing to keep away from me, it could only have been out of love for me. He loved me.

and I loved his cock.

Erm, I mean him.

My head was rolling around, I howled with perfect ecstasy,

“YES YES YES YES YES YES YES! OH MY FUCKING GOD, LUKE! OH! YOU’VE FUCKED ME BETTER THAN EVERY MAN I’VE EVER BEEN WITH JUST ONE FUCKING STROKE! OH GOOOOOOD! AINGH!”

I wasn’t kidding, I’d hit that 50th huge, gushing orgasm just as his balls swung up to spank my cuntlips, he’d almost fit it all, but he stopped just as his head found my cervix, a stroke of the perfect length. We were truly made for each other.

Climax 51-1017(aprox)

We stayed in perfect coital bliss for a long time, at least as measured in orgasms. I couldn’t tell if there was a clock even in the room, my eyes wouldn’t stay focused long enough to find it. I couldn’t tell if the sun rose or set anywhere in the course of it. What I could tell was that my brother simply took me however he wanted for as long as he wanted. We stayed in basic missionary for a long time, then he had my leg up as he slamfucked my head into the headboard so hard I would later come to see the wood splintered in on itself where my horny thrashing had sundered the wood.

Next there was some unbelievable doggy-style, Luke’s hands wandered between spanking my butt cheeks red in time with his savage strokes, at others they wandered up to milk both my huge tits, tugging my nipples harder just as I’d crescendo into another orgasm the way I like perfectly. In this position the girls would slap together when left to their own devices, and I couldn’t help but think of them joining the applause of the audience in my tenth fuck-fight. It was a neat trick the way he could make me feel like an inaminate fuck-object for his own pleasure at the same time he made me love Anadolu Yakası Rus Escort my body and myself in new ways I didn’t realize I could.

For a while I was on one side, he scissored my leg up into a half-split, goring into me with his gargantuan prong, biting his lower lip in selfish pleasure. My juices were showering out so much I could practically hear them slosh as they overtook the speed at which the mattress could absorb them, by the time he was done with me the damn bed was probably going to squish like a sponge.

He worked me from that position back onto my back, seizing my other leg to put me into a full split, railing and reaming into me like a training plowing through a butter churn; yes, he had in fact fucked my metaphors into a incomprehensible jumble, his cock was the whisk that had scrambled my brains.

Somewhere in the middle of this insane fuckfest, my brother got to count time his own way, eyes wide with surprise as he hit his first climax. We were in that split position when it happened and he overfilled my insides with firehose blasts that drowned everything in my womb and possibly beyond, then pulled out and jerked himself between my tits, turning my face into a mess of sweat and sperm, streaking my tits with my own juices as his absurd meat log thrashed around between them.

Finally he stood over me, like some great conqueror marking his defeated foe, splattery thick fists of virile spunk bursting over my body, painting my tummy and thighs and tits and face in hot white heavy cream. When finished he attacked me with his cock like some deranged artist ruining his masterpiece, smearing his giant load around, feeding me mouthfuls of the mess right from his huge dickhead, staying hard the whole time as he played in his own handiwork. He didn’t flag even a little, playing with my still throbbing tits as he re-entered me and began to fuck away again.

My climax-count is probably not perfectly accurate because I lapsed in and out of consciousness during some of what came next, but I don’t doubt for a second that he continued to wring more orgasms out of me in the midst of it all. The next big thing to trigger my memory in the midst of it all was the feeling of the soles of my feet touching the headboard… he’d rolled me up so that his strokes were coming in hard and fast at a diagonal angle. The bed was industrial and supported by heavy steel, yet in time it began to groan almost as loud as I was. The one he’d broken back in the grotto hadn’t been able to sustain his sheer masculine power, this one put up a much better fight, but in the end it too gave way, I gradually found myself in a mattress that was collapsing in on itself, cratered in the middle of a ruined metal frame. Have I mentioned that Luke could fucking FUCK!?

The crater became a swimming pool of filth by and by, the combined juices of our sweat and my endlessly juicy pussy. His legs sat on either side of the rim of the crater as his cock drilled deep, one ball thumping onto my clit, the other teasing at my ass-crack as he did an endless series of power-squats to sheathe and re-sheathe himself inside of me, he finally found another orgasm and topped off the pool I mentioned with his boiling spooge, his face a mask of almost angry looking delight, his roars echoing in the huge house as his huge balls emptied themselves a second time.

Climax 1018-1035

At the end of it he collapsed into the hole with me, smearing our bodies together in something that was as much a dominant body-vice as it was a cuddle. We nestled that way for a while, and I think I might have slept a little. When I woke up I was being carried, a strong arm beneath my knees and another supporting my back affectionately. I snuggled up against Luke as he walked wherever it was that he was walking, loving the feel of those rippling muscles. My eyes always been so drawn to that cock, it makes it easy to forget he’s also just utterly shredded!

He adjusted me a bit so he could carry me beneath one arm for a moment as he used the other, I heard squeaking followed by the flow of water and then sighed in relief as he brought me with him under the currents of a piping hot shower. We cleaned one another, hands greedily rubbing glistening soap all over each other. I’d be lying however, if I said we didn’t do a good job cleaning evenly, by the time we’d rinsed all the suds away he was the proud owner of a pair of balls so clean I could use them to degrease an engine, and my tits were basically a pair of giant polished mirrors on my chest.

Soaped clean he wasn’t ready to leave the water just yet, and I found myself lifted gracefully by the hips and pinned high against the tile wall, the next thing I knew I was sitting on Luke’s broad shoulders, resting my weighty whoppers on his head while he began to voraciously eat me out. After all the incredible effort he’d just put into fucking me through hundreds of orgasms, I would have thought he’d need real food, but he seemed quite content to subsist entirely on the juices he kept coaxing out of my pussy. His tongue was everywhere, slapping along my labia, wrestling with my clit, stabbing deep into my recesses, flicking across my G-spot and then repeating the whole act all over. I think he might have been reviewing the tapes from my dicey eleventh fight, because he was clearly trying some new techniques.

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The Punishment

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A sharp pain on my thigh brought me out of my daze. A muffled whimper escaped as I struggled against the ropes that held me in place against rough bark- scraping my back a bit in the process. The cold wind whipped my naked body; goosebumps appearing on my arms and legs.

“Now, Alice… you know I only take the time to punish my dearest slave because I care, correct? You told me you wanted to be the best- and you had picked me to help with that. Nod if you understand.”

His warm voice sent shivers down my spine… even when He was disappointed in me… He was always so gentle behind His harsh exterior. I nodded.

“Now I’m going to remove the gag. And I want you to explain to me what I’m punishing you for, but you may not swallow; alright slut?”

I moaned as He removed my gag, wishing I could swallow, my cheeks turning red as I closed my lips- getting ready for what was about to happen.

“I am b-being punished for cumming without perm-mission Sir.” Drool dripped down my chin onto my breast as I spoke, making me want to look away, but knowing if I did He would just add to my punishment.

“Good slut.”

He picked up the thick twig he had me pick out for myself hours earlier… on my hands and knees, and if I brought back one that was not to His liking He’d smack me and tell me to try again.

“One!” I could already feel tears start to swell as Master started to hit my pussy with Anadolu Yakası escort the make shift swatch.

“Two!” I started to think on my actions… the fact that I’d cum without permission upsetting me more than the pain.

“Three! Four! Five! Six!” How could I have lost control like that? I took something that belonged to Him.

“Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!” I could feel the heat on my thighs and pussy… and my pussy dripping despite the pain I was in.

20 more painful spanks later- my pussy was burning and my thighs were bleeding from small scratches. My arms were tired- being tied above me for so long… what felt like hours.

“I’m so sorry Sir… it will never happen again” I choked out, frantically trying to gain my composure.

“I know my sweet sub.” He kissed me, rubbing and touching the spots he’d abused moments earlier while working on the knot holding me in place. Once he got me loose- he broke the kiss and pulled on the rope around my arms- forcing me to walk on weak legs towards the creek- parading me naked through the woods.

“Kneel.” I obeyed, shivering as I knelt in the quickly moving current; face to face with His cock. He then attached the rope around my wrists to a tree that had bent over the creek, and pulled tight- raising my arms above my head again. His next move was to secure my neck to the same tree- so if I so much as dared to Anadolu Yakası escort bayan move- it would choke me. This put my head in the perfect position for what was to happen next. I looked up at Master with slight fear in my eyes, only masked by the curiosity and anticipation that had been welling inside me, causing HIS pussy to become even more soaked despite the freezing water. He grabbed me by the hair, forcing my lips down on His cock. I gagged and then relaxed- allowing Him to use my mouth as much as He liked. Every deepthroat sent me even further into a daze, the lack of air starting to show on my face. He let me go and came all over my breast, the hot white cum dripping down into the water. I gasped for breath- my heart pounding in my chest as if it were trying to escape. He then pulled the swatch back out and started to use it on my tits. Hitting lightly once and then slamming it down so hard I thought the twig would break. I counted another 24 swatches with the twig before he stopped and allowed me to rest.

My resting period didn’t last long before he treaded back into the water and started using the rope to choke me out. I’d start to see stars and then he’d let me breath. Again and again. My chest burnt with the desire to serve and the want to give everything up for Him. Even if it meant my breath. I didn’t struggle. I kept still and kept eye contact as long as I possibly escort bayan could. I had to show Him I’d take anything for Him. Suddenly Master pulled me out of the water by my hair, which made me yelp and tears came to my eyes. He had already untied the ropes, and was now dragging me by the hair onto shore. I whimpered but knew to stay silent unless I really felt the need. He then tied me in the gravel between two trees- my legs spread and my arms attached to my legs, He also replaced the gag.

“I’m going to leave you here for a bit.” He kissed me on the forehead before placing the blindfold on me. I couldn’t breathe. What if someone came by hiking? This wasn’t really an abandoned wood… I struggled a bit against my bonds but didn’t protest. The thought of a hiker coming by, seeing me, and fucking me without me even ever seeing who it was excited me a little. I heard the gravel move under His feet as He walked away from me. Leaving me there, naked, exposed and in public. I whimpered a bit, thinking and making myself hornier and hornier.

After what felt like hours I heard footsteps return to me. My heart rate went up. The person didn’t say anything to me. It just stood there. I could hear it’s breath as it knelt down, its breath then moving along my neck. I struggled, whimpering. Was this some random hiker? Or was it Master trying to trick me?

Rough hands started grabbing at my breast and thighs, slapping, pinching my nipples so hard I almost screamed. My pussy was already soaked as I shivered from the mans touch.

I struggled, trying to get away, not sure who it was. I then felt another pair of hands on my shoulders, holding me still. Masters. I’d know His hands anywhere. I calmed, now staying still.

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A sharp pain on my thigh brought me out of my daze. A muffled whimper escaped as I struggled against the ropes that held me in place against rough bark- scraping my back a bit in the process. The cold wind whipped my naked body; goosebumps appearing on my arms and legs.

“Now, Alice… you know I only take the time to punish my dearest slave because I care, correct? You told me you wanted to be the best- and you had picked me to help with that. Nod if you understand.”

His warm voice sent shivers down my spine… even when He was disappointed in me… He was always so gentle behind His harsh exterior. I nodded.

“Now I’m going to remove the gag. And I want you to explain to me what I’m punishing you for, but you may not swallow; alright slut?”

I moaned as He removed my gag, wishing I could swallow, my cheeks turning red as I closed my lips- getting ready for what was about to happen.

“I am b-being punished for cumming without perm-mission Sir.” Drool dripped down my chin onto my breast as I spoke, making me want to look away, but knowing if I did He would just add to my punishment.

“Good slut.”

He picked up the thick twig he had me pick out for myself hours earlier… on my hands and knees, and if I brought back one that was not to His liking He’d smack me and tell me to try again.

“One!” I could already feel tears start to swell as Master started to hit my pussy with Anadolu Yakası escort the make shift swatch.

“Two!” I started to think on my actions… the fact that I’d cum without permission upsetting me more than the pain.

“Three! Four! Five! Six!” How could I have lost control like that? I took something that belonged to Him.

“Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!” I could feel the heat on my thighs and pussy… and my pussy dripping despite the pain I was in.

20 more painful spanks later- my pussy was burning and my thighs were bleeding from small scratches. My arms were tired- being tied above me for so long… what felt like hours.

“I’m so sorry Sir… it will never happen again” I choked out, frantically trying to gain my composure.

“I know my sweet sub.” He kissed me, rubbing and touching the spots he’d abused moments earlier while working on the knot holding me in place. Once he got me loose- he broke the kiss and pulled on the rope around my arms- forcing me to walk on weak legs towards the creek- parading me naked through the woods.

“Kneel.” I obeyed, shivering as I knelt in the quickly moving current; face to face with His cock. He then attached the rope around my wrists to a tree that had bent over the creek, and pulled tight- raising my arms above my head again. His next move was to secure my neck to the same tree- so if I so much as dared to Anadolu Yakası escort bayan move- it would choke me. This put my head in the perfect position for what was to happen next. I looked up at Master with slight fear in my eyes, only masked by the curiosity and anticipation that had been welling inside me, causing HIS pussy to become even more soaked despite the freezing water. He grabbed me by the hair, forcing my lips down on His cock. I gagged and then relaxed- allowing Him to use my mouth as much as He liked. Every deepthroat sent me even further into a daze, the lack of air starting to show on my face. He let me go and came all over my breast, the hot white cum dripping down into the water. I gasped for breath- my heart pounding in my chest as if it were trying to escape. He then pulled the swatch back out and started to use it on my tits. Hitting lightly once and then slamming it down so hard I thought the twig would break. I counted another 24 swatches with the twig before he stopped and allowed me to rest.

My resting period didn’t last long before he treaded back into the water and started using the rope to choke me out. I’d start to see stars and then he’d let me breath. Again and again. My chest burnt with the desire to serve and the want to give everything up for Him. Even if it meant my breath. I didn’t struggle. I kept still and kept eye contact as long as I possibly escort bayan could. I had to show Him I’d take anything for Him. Suddenly Master pulled me out of the water by my hair, which made me yelp and tears came to my eyes. He had already untied the ropes, and was now dragging me by the hair onto shore. I whimpered but knew to stay silent unless I really felt the need. He then tied me in the gravel between two trees- my legs spread and my arms attached to my legs, He also replaced the gag.

“I’m going to leave you here for a bit.” He kissed me on the forehead before placing the blindfold on me. I couldn’t breathe. What if someone came by hiking? This wasn’t really an abandoned wood… I struggled a bit against my bonds but didn’t protest. The thought of a hiker coming by, seeing me, and fucking me without me even ever seeing who it was excited me a little. I heard the gravel move under His feet as He walked away from me. Leaving me there, naked, exposed and in public. I whimpered a bit, thinking and making myself hornier and hornier.

After what felt like hours I heard footsteps return to me. My heart rate went up. The person didn’t say anything to me. It just stood there. I could hear it’s breath as it knelt down, its breath then moving along my neck. I struggled, whimpering. Was this some random hiker? Or was it Master trying to trick me?

Rough hands started grabbing at my breast and thighs, slapping, pinching my nipples so hard I almost screamed. My pussy was already soaked as I shivered from the mans touch.

I struggled, trying to get away, not sure who it was. I then felt another pair of hands on my shoulders, holding me still. Masters. I’d know His hands anywhere. I calmed, now staying still.

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Kuyuluk tarafına vardık, arabayı sote biir yere çektim.
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zevkden kuduruyordum, sikimin damarları patlayacak gibi şişmişti.
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This is a story that is one of many in which it is time for me to share. In a nutshell, my name is Dean, my mother had a thing for Dean Martin it seems, but I go by Dina. I am a 26 year old white pre-op transsexual that has no interest in switching my outside in, if you know what I mean. I was born to a single mother, never knowing who my father was. Considering the lifestyle of my mother, I doubt that she had any idea who he was either. I have always been effeminate in nature and as I grew up people generally mistook me for a girl with my mannerisms and long hair. I was also blessed with a more girlish body than that of a normal boy of such and age. I have also always had a bubble butt, hips and attractive “girlish” legs.

My mother was always bringing different men home. It was more unusual than not for her to be home alone. With all of the sex in our house it is a wonder that I do not have brothers and sisters all over the place. It is also not a wonder that I grew up the way that I did.

While I was not a virgin prior to this story, that has nothing to do with what I am about to relate to you. Here I want to talk about the time that I was taken by a number of black teens down by the school yard. I was already eighteen; they ranged in age from their teens to the latter twenties. It was a beautiful day in first part of June during the early afternoon when I walked down to the school yard to watch some of the guys shoot hoops. I was wearing a white t-shirt, Daisy Duke Shorts, bobby socks and pink converse. My hair was cut in a bob style for the summer. I looked very much like a cute girl just as I liked.

When I got there some of the guys stared at me for a moment. I even over heard a couple of them say that the “Sissy” is back to watch again. I don’t mind being called that too much. I just wish they would treat me a little nicer. I love seeing their manhood bounce as they play. Sometimes I even get a quick look if one of them is wearing tighty-whities. Some of them will even squeeze their dick as a show for me. I always try to look disinterested when they do this. I have never sucked a black dick before, nor have I ever had sex with a black guy. But, this days I was sort of zoning out as I watched them play when one of them walked over and sat next to me.

While this was odd since most of these guys don’t even acknowledge me at any other time, I just kept istanbul escort watching the B-ball. It wasn’t for a few minutes that I happened to glance over to see that the guy that had sat next to me had also untucked his dick from his shorts. It was lying their big as day and in all of its glory. He finally spoke to me and said, “Ya always tryin’ to get a peek at our cocks, so I thought that I’d give ya a good look.” I was shocked and I have to admit, more than a bit aroused. My mouth was wide open as I stuttered and tried unsuccessfully not to look at it. I almost did not notice as he grabbed me by the back of my head and guided my mouth to his dick. Before I could object, I had almost a third of his cock in my mouth.

I could feel the smoothness of his manhood sliding in and out of my mouth. I expected it to be sweaty but it wasn’t, or maybe I just didn’t notice. I did notice the others walking over to us and that he was forcing more of his cock down my throat. So, there I was, on my knees, on the bleachers, with a black guy’s dick in my mouth, my hands around its shaft and both of us moaning in pleasure. I suppose I was putting on quite a show for everyone that was watching. Fortunately for me, it was only the other black guy’s there… at least as far as I knew. I felt one of the other guy’s there feeling my butt and I could see another out of the corner of my eye masturbating himself through his shorts. The dick in my mouth was pumping faster and faster now and I knew that he was about to blow a load. But, before I could pull off, he grabbed the back of my head with both hands and shoved most of his cock down my throat. He began cumming in long powerful spurts. I could feel his cum splashing against the bottom of my throat. He must have shot five spurts down into my stomach before he pulled his cock out of my mouth. I gagged for a moment and fought to catch my breath.

Before I could recover or object, I heard one of the others say, “Look bro, let’s take this sissy out behind the school building before someone sees us.” With universal agreement they picked me up and quickly walked me behind the building. In a way, I was a bit scared. I was looking at a possible gangbang between these studs while I had never before that day had any sex with a black dude, let alone seven. I sat on the asphalt behind the school with all of these guy’s standing Escort Anadolu Yakası around me in a circle. Then it began. One of them pulled me up and over to the grassy area. Another pulled off my t-shirt showing my tiny tits. By this time I had been on the hormonal drugs for almost a year. Another guy, behind me, grabbed my shorts and G-string and pulled them to the ground. They all began making comments about my G-string panties and my gurly shape. The next thing I knew, I was on all fours and they had pulled my converse and socks off. I was completely naked.

The gentle breeze felt luscious as it brushed over my smooth, naked body. It felt very erotic. I then looked up to see all of these guy’s pulling off their shorts and stroking their dicks; it was surreal. Just then I turned to the boy in front of me. He was real young and before I could say anything he had shoved his cock in my mouth and began pumping. This young guy was face-fucking me like a pro. “Yeah bitch, work that cock. Except a real dick from a real man,” he told me. The smoothness of his dick, the length and width were that of a more mature man. His dick was at least ten inches long and it was wide, but not so much that I was unable to accept it comfortably into my mouth.

It was then that I felt someone behind me moving my legs apart and began feeling my butt. I could not see which one he was because I was more than just a bit busy at the time. His hands were cool and rough as they felt my butt cheeks. I felt him massaging my anus with his thumb; circling, pulling, probing. Then I felt his fingers in my boi pussy trying to stretch it some. When I heard him spit on my hole, I knew he was about to enter me. He pushed in just the head of his dick at first. It really hurt and I moaned around the cock in my mouth. The hurt subsided after a few moments as my anus got used to the intrusion. He then spit on his dick and pushed it all the way in. I was experiencing a form of shock that I truly could not describe to you. My anus… now, my boi pussy, was so full of his cock that words cannot describe it. I felt his balls slap against my own. The thoughts going through my head right then were, “Oh, my God! I’m owned!”

The guy in front of me was still assaulting my throat and laughing at me while the guy behind me pumping me like a piston in a shaft. It was tough at first, but then Anadolu Yakası Rus Escort the two got into a rhythm and I began experiencing sexual heat like you could not imagine in your kinkiest of wet dreams. I was shaken out of this near dreamstate when the cock in my mouth was shoved all of the way in and his balls were on my chin. He began moaning and cumming. He shot spurt after spurt down my throat until he backed away sexually exhausted. I was trying to catch my breath. The new fresh air was sweet and tasted good as I became even more aware of the serious fucking I was taking from behind. It was then that another guy stepped up, cupped my face and slid his dick in my mouth. “Suck me good sissy,” is all he said to me. He then began face-fucking me.

And, that is how it all went; one after another taking their turns at me. Every one of them had me both ways and some, more than once. It was an hour-and-a-half later when they were finally finished with me. As they began to walk away, I lay there, naked in the grass, cum around my mouth and chin, cum dripping out of my boi pussy. I was a mess! I got up and walked over to a tree and squatted down to expel all of the cum that was up my ass. I literally defecated cum. I was sore all over, but especially my butt and my jaw. I also felt awesome… erotically awesome. These studs owned me like a neighborhood whore. I still cannot believe how I enjoyed all of those big dicks fucking me every which way but loose.

As I looked around to see if anyone was watching, I did not see anyone, and so, I began dressing. It was not easy to walk after such a fucking. I had just been gang-fucked and hard. I was also a little afraid. I did not know if they were still in the school yard and I had no choice but to walk through there to get back to the street. I walked slowing for several reasons. As I turned the corner, there they all were along with a number of other black teens and young men. I tried to walk normally as I could, towards the gate without paying them any mind. But, I could still see them out of the corner of my eye. They were looking at me, pointing, talking and laughing. I know damn well that they were telling everyone about their little tryst with me. For me, I was both frightened and thrilled at the same time.

I needed to go home and take a bath. This was definitely not the first time that I had had sex, but it was my first sex with black men and of course, a gangbang to boot. I needed to go home, bathe and rest. I was sure that I would be encountering some of these guys again and probably, others that have heard the stories. And so, this ends my first story for you. I have many others, but those are for another day.

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This is a story that is one of many in which it is time for me to share. In a nutshell, my name is Dean, my mother had a thing for Dean Martin it seems, but I go by Dina. I am a 26 year old white pre-op transsexual that has no interest in switching my outside in, if you know what I mean. I was born to a single mother, never knowing who my father was. Considering the lifestyle of my mother, I doubt that she had any idea who he was either. I have always been effeminate in nature and as I grew up people generally mistook me for a girl with my mannerisms and long hair. I was also blessed with a more girlish body than that of a normal boy of such and age. I have also always had a bubble butt, hips and attractive “girlish” legs.

My mother was always bringing different men home. It was more unusual than not for her to be home alone. With all of the sex in our house it is a wonder that I do not have brothers and sisters all over the place. It is also not a wonder that I grew up the way that I did.

While I was not a virgin prior to this story, that has nothing to do with what I am about to relate to you. Here I want to talk about the time that I was taken by a number of black teens down by the school yard. I was already eighteen; they ranged in age from their teens to the latter twenties. It was a beautiful day in first part of June during the early afternoon when I walked down to the school yard to watch some of the guys shoot hoops. I was wearing a white t-shirt, Daisy Duke Shorts, bobby socks and pink converse. My hair was cut in a bob style for the summer. I looked very much like a cute girl just as I liked.

When I got there some of the guys stared at me for a moment. I even over heard a couple of them say that the “Sissy” is back to watch again. I don’t mind being called that too much. I just wish they would treat me a little nicer. I love seeing their manhood bounce as they play. Sometimes I even get a quick look if one of them is wearing tighty-whities. Some of them will even squeeze their dick as a show for me. I always try to look disinterested when they do this. I have never sucked a black dick before, nor have I ever had sex with a black guy. But, this days I was sort of zoning out as I watched them play when one of them walked over and sat next to me.

While this was odd since most of these guys don’t even acknowledge me at any other time, I just kept istanbul escort watching the B-ball. It wasn’t for a few minutes that I happened to glance over to see that the guy that had sat next to me had also untucked his dick from his shorts. It was lying their big as day and in all of its glory. He finally spoke to me and said, “Ya always tryin’ to get a peek at our cocks, so I thought that I’d give ya a good look.” I was shocked and I have to admit, more than a bit aroused. My mouth was wide open as I stuttered and tried unsuccessfully not to look at it. I almost did not notice as he grabbed me by the back of my head and guided my mouth to his dick. Before I could object, I had almost a third of his cock in my mouth.

I could feel the smoothness of his manhood sliding in and out of my mouth. I expected it to be sweaty but it wasn’t, or maybe I just didn’t notice. I did notice the others walking over to us and that he was forcing more of his cock down my throat. So, there I was, on my knees, on the bleachers, with a black guy’s dick in my mouth, my hands around its shaft and both of us moaning in pleasure. I suppose I was putting on quite a show for everyone that was watching. Fortunately for me, it was only the other black guy’s there… at least as far as I knew. I felt one of the other guy’s there feeling my butt and I could see another out of the corner of my eye masturbating himself through his shorts. The dick in my mouth was pumping faster and faster now and I knew that he was about to blow a load. But, before I could pull off, he grabbed the back of my head with both hands and shoved most of his cock down my throat. He began cumming in long powerful spurts. I could feel his cum splashing against the bottom of my throat. He must have shot five spurts down into my stomach before he pulled his cock out of my mouth. I gagged for a moment and fought to catch my breath.

Before I could recover or object, I heard one of the others say, “Look bro, let’s take this sissy out behind the school building before someone sees us.” With universal agreement they picked me up and quickly walked me behind the building. In a way, I was a bit scared. I was looking at a possible gangbang between these studs while I had never before that day had any sex with a black dude, let alone seven. I sat on the asphalt behind the school with all of these guy’s standing Escort Anadolu Yakası around me in a circle. Then it began. One of them pulled me up and over to the grassy area. Another pulled off my t-shirt showing my tiny tits. By this time I had been on the hormonal drugs for almost a year. Another guy, behind me, grabbed my shorts and G-string and pulled them to the ground. They all began making comments about my G-string panties and my gurly shape. The next thing I knew, I was on all fours and they had pulled my converse and socks off. I was completely naked.

The gentle breeze felt luscious as it brushed over my smooth, naked body. It felt very erotic. I then looked up to see all of these guy’s pulling off their shorts and stroking their dicks; it was surreal. Just then I turned to the boy in front of me. He was real young and before I could say anything he had shoved his cock in my mouth and began pumping. This young guy was face-fucking me like a pro. “Yeah bitch, work that cock. Except a real dick from a real man,” he told me. The smoothness of his dick, the length and width were that of a more mature man. His dick was at least ten inches long and it was wide, but not so much that I was unable to accept it comfortably into my mouth.

It was then that I felt someone behind me moving my legs apart and began feeling my butt. I could not see which one he was because I was more than just a bit busy at the time. His hands were cool and rough as they felt my butt cheeks. I felt him massaging my anus with his thumb; circling, pulling, probing. Then I felt his fingers in my boi pussy trying to stretch it some. When I heard him spit on my hole, I knew he was about to enter me. He pushed in just the head of his dick at first. It really hurt and I moaned around the cock in my mouth. The hurt subsided after a few moments as my anus got used to the intrusion. He then spit on his dick and pushed it all the way in. I was experiencing a form of shock that I truly could not describe to you. My anus… now, my boi pussy, was so full of his cock that words cannot describe it. I felt his balls slap against my own. The thoughts going through my head right then were, “Oh, my God! I’m owned!”

The guy in front of me was still assaulting my throat and laughing at me while the guy behind me pumping me like a piston in a shaft. It was tough at first, but then Anadolu Yakası Rus Escort the two got into a rhythm and I began experiencing sexual heat like you could not imagine in your kinkiest of wet dreams. I was shaken out of this near dreamstate when the cock in my mouth was shoved all of the way in and his balls were on my chin. He began moaning and cumming. He shot spurt after spurt down my throat until he backed away sexually exhausted. I was trying to catch my breath. The new fresh air was sweet and tasted good as I became even more aware of the serious fucking I was taking from behind. It was then that another guy stepped up, cupped my face and slid his dick in my mouth. “Suck me good sissy,” is all he said to me. He then began face-fucking me.

And, that is how it all went; one after another taking their turns at me. Every one of them had me both ways and some, more than once. It was an hour-and-a-half later when they were finally finished with me. As they began to walk away, I lay there, naked in the grass, cum around my mouth and chin, cum dripping out of my boi pussy. I was a mess! I got up and walked over to a tree and squatted down to expel all of the cum that was up my ass. I literally defecated cum. I was sore all over, but especially my butt and my jaw. I also felt awesome… erotically awesome. These studs owned me like a neighborhood whore. I still cannot believe how I enjoyed all of those big dicks fucking me every which way but loose.

As I looked around to see if anyone was watching, I did not see anyone, and so, I began dressing. It was not easy to walk after such a fucking. I had just been gang-fucked and hard. I was also a little afraid. I did not know if they were still in the school yard and I had no choice but to walk through there to get back to the street. I walked slowing for several reasons. As I turned the corner, there they all were along with a number of other black teens and young men. I tried to walk normally as I could, towards the gate without paying them any mind. But, I could still see them out of the corner of my eye. They were looking at me, pointing, talking and laughing. I know damn well that they were telling everyone about their little tryst with me. For me, I was both frightened and thrilled at the same time.

I needed to go home and take a bath. This was definitely not the first time that I had had sex, but it was my first sex with black men and of course, a gangbang to boot. I needed to go home, bathe and rest. I was sure that I would be encountering some of these guys again and probably, others that have heard the stories. And so, this ends my first story for you. I have many others, but those are for another day.

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