Anal xplosion #236

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SchoolDaze Chapter 2





Linda awoke to the aroma of "Starbuck's" coffee. She had a dream that a biker gang had taken her forcibly, but thank heaven it was only a dream. She smiled, as her pussy was a little tender, after Professor Richard's wonderful assault with his thick cock.





A biker gang couldn't have done much more damage she thought. She sat up on the side of the bed and looked around. She then saw her panties on a lampshade where she had tossed them haphazardly. Slipping into her panties, she saw Richard's lavender long-sleeved shirt lying on an overstuffed chair next to the bed.





Linda picked it up and put it on. It was several sizes too large for her, however with her shapely legs and cute little panty covered butt, she looked very sexy. The shirt had the wonderful sent of Richard's body. Barefooted she walked into the front room, where he was sitting in a lazyboy recliner sipping a cup of coffee, grading papers and listening to Richard Elliot's latest jazz CD, "metroblue".





Richard was wearing a pair of jockey shorts and a light blue polo shirt, which accentuated his chest and massive arm muscles. In a weird contrast he had a pair of horned rim glasses sitting precariously on the end of his nose.





She had only seen him naked for a fleeting moment the night before, as her attention was on another very large part of his body, and she hadn't been aware of his arms being as big as there were. His biceps must have been at least eighteen inches.





"That's a great stereo. I love smooth jazz. Who is that Boney James?"





No Richard Elliot. The stereo was a birthday present from my brother. We are very close."





"Do I get coffee too?" she asked acting as flirtatiously shy as she possible could, which wasn't easy dressed the way she was.





"Of course sweetie. Would you like me to get it for you? At dinner you had two sugars and a touch of cream ... correct?"





"Yes," she said smiling, thinking that he was the first man to ever notice anything about her other than her tits, pussy and ass.





"That's correct. But I can get the coffee later. Right now I think that I would like something else."





As she said the words, "something else", she slowly knelt in front of him holding his knees. She slowly moved his knees apart staring at the very large package he was unsuccessfully hiding in his jockey shorts.





As her hands gravitated toward his groin he said,





"Linda ... I have a lot of papers to grade ... and ... I ... don't..."





"Richard," she said biting her lower lip, "I don't think 'The Hulk' wants you to grade papers right now. The hulk wants to be kissed and sucked and loved. You can grade papers later."





Linda took the papers from his hand and dropped them on the floor to her left. She then reached up and removed his glasses, and took the coffee cup from his other hand placing them on the oak table adjacent to his chair. As she moved between his muscular thighs, and began stroking his penis through his underpants, he moaned and laid his head back on the chair, closing his eyes.





Linda then pulled the front flap of his shorts open and took hold of his penis, which was beginning to get hard. She was almost afraid of it, due to its size. She hoped she would never be around when it became angry. With both hands she began a little physical dexterity pulling the skin over the head of the thick member.





He groaned loudly as her manipulations gained momentum, and she began jacking him off a little faster, occasionally kissing the tip of its gorgeous shiny head, when it came into view. He was at her mercy and trusting her to take care of his animal cravings.





Linda then grasp his cock as one might do grasping a rope in a tug of war, holding it tight with both hands. She leaned down and placed a long lingering wet kiss on the smooth head, her mouth covering his little cum hole. Richard made no sound, however flexed all the muscles in his body as Linda stretched her mouth over the head of his penis, and slowly began to suck. She secretly wondered if sucking him would stretch out her mouth, maybe giving her lips like Angelina Jolie?





She knew that her passion for this man was growing exponentially, and with his gentle ways, his calm endurance and his wonderful understand of almost everything, she might even be able to fall in love with him. Right now, however there were more immediate problems. His enormous penis was pressing on her tonsils, and her gag reflexes were about to come into play. Removing her mouth from his cock, she stood up then crawled into his lap. His cock was now pushing against her panties.





With her legs spread wide and on both sides of his, Linda reached down and pulled her panty crotch to the side, displaying her glistening pussy. As she carefully guided his bulky member into her vagina, they both groaned in unison knowing they would soon have relief.





She began to move her hips a little, her vagina dealing with the difficult task of enclosing his cock. It was almost analogous to pushing a square peg into a round hole. Actually more like pushing a tent pole into an ant hole. As she moved a little faster her natural juices began to flow.





She was going to fuck him good. The feeling, of his penis inside her pussy was the best she had ever felt. Every centimeter of it was wedged forcibly against the walls of her tightly, stretched out vagina. She moved faster causing their level of pleasure to escalate. They were involved in a race that nether of them really wanted to win. They just wanted to finish eventually, but there was no hurry. Sometimes the best things in life take a little longer.





Richard opened the shirt she was wearing and took a succulent nipple into his mouth. He then grabbed her panty-covered ass with both hands and shoved his butt up off the chair ramming his penis deeper into her pussy. She became really wet and squirted her fluids all around his cock; her hands on his shoulders digging her nails into his flesh, and the pain caused him to bite her nipple. He felt her juices running down his balls onto the chair beneath them.





He had never had a student like Linda. She was very special, and very passionate. One might even say she was maniacal when it came to sex. At the very least she was excessively enthusiastic, and she sure loved to fuck. Linda was the one girl he had been in search of for years.





Running her hands, which had traces of his blood under her fingernails, through his salt and pepper hair, she was lost in his lovemaking and totally lost in her lust for him. She wondered why the feeling she craved so much was never really completely satisfied.





She could fuck all night and climax several times, but later on the yearning returned needing yet another fix. Junkies must have felt something similar, needing their drugs whenever their cravings became unbearable, like eating a large Chinese meal, and being hungry again an hour later.





She felt the dopamine rush. It was fantastic and she was going to cum. Her efforts had paid large dividends. Nothing should feel this good she thought as her pussy gushed more of her liquid on to his cock.





As soon as the feeling began to subside however, another started to build. She felt the man should be kept under lock and key, with her as the keeper of the key. He was shoving up under her, fucking her as hard as he could and she was concerned that she might pass out.





Linda slowly placed her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder as he continued in a wild frenzy, pushing himself into the most precious opening of her body. Intermittently, as Richard continued she would feel the gush of a totally uncontrolled orgasm, and just relax in her gratification, sucking on his neck and nibbling on his ear.





Richard was aware he appeared to be mentally disordered, his insane lust driving him on, and he could think of nothing at this point, other than cuming in Linda's tight little cunt. He was aware she had had several orgasms already, so he was unconcerned about her having another at the time. It was his turn now, and he was getting ready. A few more thrusts should do it he thought. As he began to cum, Linda held him tight knowing somehow, he needed her to hold him very close to her while he came.





At this point she felt like a plastic blow up doll. The only important part of her was her pussy, and it would be used as a temporary storage area for Richard's sperm. She had no strength to help him, and just allowed him to fuck her harder than anyone ever had before.





He was holding her so tight around her mid-section, that her ribs hurt. Although there was some pain, she enjoyed everything he was doing, and would allow him to use her whenever he needed her. This was the kind of "free for all" sex she had always wanted.





For a while they just sat there and held each other, like two teen-agers after a hot date at a drive in movie. She sat up in his lap as his cock, which had shrunk to almost a normal size, began to slip out of her pussy.





"Richard," she said with a large grin, perspiration running from her forehead down her classic Barbie nose, "I think I have earned that coffee now; don't you?"





"Coffee?" he said, "Sweetie you have earned a Ferrari."





"Then I owe you one too Professor."





"Why don't we call it a draw and I'll take you to breakfast?"





"Okay."





"Where would you like to go?"





"That place we ate dinner was nice. How about there? The problem is I only have the clothes I wore last night."





"I have some shorts that I wore years ago and don't fit me anymore and I know you can fit into most of my shirts."





"What about shoes. You wear size eleven while I only wear a seven."





"Thirteen ... I wear size thirteen running shoes."





"Thirteen?" No wonder, she thought correlating the old wife's tale about shoe size related to penis size. "I'll bet you get everywhere fast."





"You can wear a pair of my "flip flops" temporally. I can cut them down to fit you."





He got her the clothes. A pair of his old faded cut off Levis, which were even a little small for her, and a dark blue Ralph Loren "Polo" shirt, that barely contained her greater than average size breasts, and left her midriff bare displaying her cute little bellybutton. The "flip flop shower shoes" were much too big for her feet, but after he cut several inches off the backs, they weren't too bad.





C'est La Vie, translated into English means, "Such is Life". It's a wonderful little French style restaurant in Laguna Beach California, on the South Coast Highway overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Richard went there often and was treated more like family than a customer, as one of the waiter's sons had been in his class. The coffee was great, and they always served fresh baked baguettes of bread with every meal.





As Richard drove south on the Coast Highway, from his apartment in Belmont Shores, his 2003 black Porsche was just past seventy; a Boney James jazz CD was playing on the stereo. The drive on this particular morning was wonderful, thought Linda, as the morning breeze caressed her face like a shy schoolboy's kiss.





"I love your car. Do you mind if I ask how much it cost?"





"No not at all. It cost me one dollar."





"How much?" she asked frowning.





"A dollar," he said smiling as he looked over at her, wondering how he ever became so lucky. "Before you get permanent wrinkles in your forehead, my twin brother is the CEO of a very successful DOT COM, business. He bought the car new, then decided that he wanted a Lamborghini two weeks later, so knowing I needed a car he sold it to me for a dollar like any good brother would."





"I wish I had a brother like him. Are you telling me that there is an exact duplicate of you, running around out there somewhere?"





"Not exact. Jimmy ... Sorry he wants me to call him James ... resembles me a lot, however he hasn't had time to really take care of himself as well as he should, and he outweighs me by at least fifty pounds. While my hair is sort of salt and pepper gray, Jimmy's is completely white. Although I'm two minutes older than he is, James looks more like our father than my brother. I attribute his white hair to overwork and over marriage."





"Over marriage? Asked Linda, a smile beginning on her beautiful face.





"James is getting a divorce from his third wife, as she caught him messing around on the side. When I try to talk to him about his problems, he states that he earned a half million dollars last year. What that has to do with anything, I'll never know. I believe that too much money, just like too little money can add to anyone's problems."





She sat there mesmerized by this intelligent, sexy, handsome man. This was the man she had always wanted, even though he was only two years younger than her own Father. Certainly he was the man for her sexually. Just looking at him and remembering how he satisfied her completely, caused her panties to be a little damp.





Richard grumbled when he saw there was no available parking in front of the restaurant, so he turned at the next corner and parked behind the building. As he pulled into a parking stall, Jose, one of the waiters at C'st La Vie, waived from the outside terrace. Richard looked up, smiled and waived back.





Jose then motioned for them to come up to the terrace. He was holding a table for them. Richard held the back door open for Linda, and she went in, down a narrow hallway, past the restrooms, and up a flight of stairs to the bar. She stood there a second until Richard, who was right behind her said,





"Turn right and up the stairs sweetie."





Linda climbed the second set of stairs, which lead to an outside terrace where there were six tables. They sat down and Jose asked,





"How are you doing Richard?"





"Fine," said Richard, "How is the family?"





"Good," said Jose. "Everybody is very good."





"Peter?" asked Richard, "How is Peter doing?"





"Great he is a first lieutenant now, thanks to you. He is working at a military hospital in Landstuhl, Germany. He wrote and stated they are getting a lot of battle causalities from Iraq. I'm just happy they sent him to Germany and not Iraq. He said he is up for a Captaincy soon."





"Fantastic! Peter is one sharp kid. All he needed was a kick in the right direction."





"Okay," said Jose. "You want Eggs Oscar, coffee, no potatoes, champagne and of course hot crunchy bread, right?"





"Right," said Richard, smiling, "Except no champagne. We will both have orange juice." He then winked at Jose.





"And what will the lady have?"





"What would you like sweetie; Eggs Florentine?"





'Mmmmm. thought Linda, Poached eggs, Ham, Hollandaise sauce and spinach on a Croissant.'





She smiled and nodded her head, wondering how he knew that she liked spinach. The man was inexplicable and he seemed to know her like a favorite book.





"How did you know I would like Eggs Florentine? I never said anything about liking spinach."





"About three months ago, you were in the school cafeteria with several of your sorority sisters. When they squealed at me, I stopped by your table. I noticed you were eating a hamburger, with spinach on the side and I believe a coke. At the time it struck me as an odd combination. All the other girls were eating French Fries."





"Ooooh Kay! I see it was really because of me not eating French Fries ..."





"Not exactly. I also recall what you were wearing."





"No you don't ... what was I wearing?"





"White shorts that looked to be your little sister's, and a white sweatshirt that was printed on the front,





"Born to Raise Your...� Richard whispered with a leer on his face. "I assume the missing word should have been cock."





"Why would you think that?"





"Because ... when I looked at you, that is exactly what occurred. Why do you think I got out of there so fast?"





"I kind of wondered," said Linda.





"Do you know why I seldom come out from behind my podium when I give a lecture?"





"No ... I assumed ... your notes were there."





"Uh uh ... it's because of you. You sit right in front of the class. When I look at you, the Hulk starts getting hard, and I have a difficult time remembering what to say next."





"I'm sorry ... I."





"Sorry for what? For making my dreams come true. Sorry for making me the happiest teacher in the school ... maybe in the world? Why would you be sorry for that? Linda ... I have been watching you ever since you came to CSULB last year."





"Why didn't you say something?"





"Sure ... a forty-year-old teacher hitting on a gorgeous young student? I thought about it. I thought about it many times, and then I thought it would be a terrible way to end a good career. CSULB is rated in the top three schools in California.





I rationalized that I would at least be able to see you every day, although as you now know I wanted to do a lot more. If they had kicked me out, I wouldn't even have been able to see you."





"You think that I'm gorgeous?"





"What's wrong don't they have any mirrors in your sorority? You must be aware that you are gorgeous. You are so beautiful that you make my eyes hurt."





"Thank you."





"Don't thank me. Thank God. He was the one who created you ... for me."





"I meant ... thank you for the complement. For you...?"





"Yes for me ... Linda. For you I will be like Don Quixote, attacking windmills everywhere I go."





Jose then showed up with their breakfasts. She wasn't sure she was hungry for food anymore, but decided to eat anyway. The cool sea breeze and the aroma of the ocean, made the food taste even better than normal. Linda sipped a little orange juice and frowned. It tasted funny. When she mentioned it to Richard, he placed a finger to his lips and whispered,





"Sssshhhhh, sweetie, its Mimosa ... orange juice and champagne."





She whispered back, "Sir are trying to get me drunk?"





"Is it necessary?"





"No; of course not. I would go to bed with you for a Pepsi and a bag of chips. No forget the chips. The thing is, I really want you again right now. Do you think we could go down on the beach and do it a little?"





"It's ten in the morning sweetie. Don't you think someone might see us, and of course they would at least hear us, as noisy as you are?"





"Okay, what if we go over to the park."





"Do you mean where those guys are playing Volleyball?"





"Well what can we do?"





"We can wait until we get back to the Condo."





"How long will that be?"





"Let see, we have to go shopping to get you some new clothes."





"New clothes?"





"Yes, you need clothes for tonight and tomorrow; for our trip."





"What trip? I thought you were going to take me back to the sorority house."





"Nope. We are going to San Diego tomorrow; to Sea World."





"Really?" she asked.





"If you don't want to go, just tell me."





"Of course I want to go."





"Ok so eat, then we can go shopping. I can't wait to buy you some new panties."





To Be Continued...

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Anal xplosion #246

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I can remember the first thoughts of lust that I had about my granny. I was a day that I will never forget, I was sick one day when I was 18 and in my senior year of high school, My mother didn�t want me staying at home by myself with my temperature so high. So on her way to work she dropped me off at my Grannies house. I complained the whole way to her house because I didn�t like it at her house, and I felt I was old enough to be at home alone. But My mother thought that my fever was to high and she wanted some one to look after me. Me and my granny weren�t that close, on occasion I had heard rumors about her saying that me and my brother were spoiled rotten and that she couldn�t believe that my mother and father were raising us that way. My Granny was single, my grandfather had left her when my mom was a child and she didn�t get remarried, I could tell why she didn�t. Because she was a bitter old lady, she had a nasty attitude, to go along with that bitterness.


As my Granny opened the door, I couldn�t believe my eyes; she was still in her sleep attire. Her sleep attire consisted of a night shirt that stopped mid thigh and slippers. I took full notice of her and her body, for a black woman of 60 (I guess), she had a decent body. Her face wasn�t that pretty; she was defiantly a plane Jane in that department. But from the neck down she was�..wow. Looking her up and down I could tell that she wasn�t wearing a bra, and her C cup breasts showed a little sag. Her ass was big and round causing her night shirt to ride up in the back, her chocolate thighs looked to be firm and shapely with no signs of cellulite, she also had some muscular calves.


After she closed the door, she asked if I wanted something to eat. I just shook my head no and went to sit on the couch and try to relax. She said nothing and went to the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee and sat at the dining room table to read the paper. After a couple of minutes of sitting in silence with my eyes closed, I felt my nose start running and I sat up to reach for tissue and something caught my eye. It was my Granny she was sitting at the table with her legs open, at first I didn�t think anything of it but on a second glance there it was. Her furry snatch was starring right at me; I couldn�t remove my eyes from the direction of her parted legs. That was until I felt the pain from my hard on pressing against my jeans, after I adjusted my hard on I returned to my spectacular view, but I didn�t want to get caught so I closed my eyes just enough. Then all of a sudden her legs snapped shut, and saw my Granny looking at me, and then she asked if I was awake. I didn�t respond and she came over and gave me a shake, she told me to go upstairs and lay down in the guest room. On the way I took a stop in her bathroom, standing in front of the toilet after taking a piss, I wanted so badly to jerk off. As soon as started tugging on my dick I heard my granny say bring the thermometer with me when I was done. After washing my hands, grabbed the thermometer from the medicine cabinet and proceeded to the guest room. My granny was standing there next to the bed with the sheets turned down, I handed her the thermometer and started to get in the bed. �Hold on, Hold on, Do you sleep in your bed with your clothes on�, My Granny asked. I just shook my head no, and started to remove my sweat shirt slowly trying to buy some time for my hard on to go down. I could tell Granny was getting impatient, so I just said to hell with it took off my jeans which revealed my semi-erect cock sticking its head out the bottom of my boxers, I saw her take a quick peek as pulled my socks off, But she didn�t react at all. Some of the girls I had been with when they saw my cock were in shock as my thick 9inch cock would wink at them. Most of the girls couldn�t get there hands completely around it; some wouldn�t let me put it in. But I digress.


After My Granny took my temp �its going down�, she said, then she told me that she had some errands to run and that she would leave as soon as she took a shower. I don�t remember hearing her getting in or out of the shower, but I do recall hearing the front door shut. That�s what woke me up; as soon as my eyes opened I wanted to finish jerking off. I got up to get some lotion or oil whatever I could find, no luck in the bathroom or the hall closet; I decided to look in Grannies bedroom. I opened the door and there on her dresser was a bottle of baby oil, I grabbed it and was about to leave when I saw her dirty clothes hamper, After sniffing a couple of pair of her panties I started looking through all her things. I searched the dresser taking a couple of pair of her silk panties cause the felt good against my cock, but other than underwear and bras there wasn�t anything else there. I was kind of upset; I thought I would find a vibrator or something in there, but nothing. After almost giving up on finding anything of that nature I checked the top drawer to her night stand and found a tube of KY, It looked really old and the top wouldn�t open, the bottom drawer revealed the prize I was searching for. There was red dildo small compared to what I had. I picked it up and smelled it I noticed that the dildo was very brittle and that I could pinch pieces of the rubber off. I thought to myself damn this thing is old as hell; I bet Granny hasn�t had sex in a long time. I put the dildo back and took the panties and oil back to the guest room, As I lay there stroking my meat, thinking about My Granny sucking and swallowing my cum. Unfortunately, before I could bust my nut, I heard Grannies car pull into the drive way and I knew I had to return the panties. I hurried and put everything back the way it was, and laid back down trying to fake sleep, I could tell she was standing over me. Granny didn�t say a word just felt my head and went down stairs. I fell back asleep before I knew it, when I woke up I put my clothes back on and was on my way back down to the living room, when I heard my Granny in her bed room calling my name. I stopped dead in my tracks thinking that she knew I was in there fooling around. �Yes�, I said �Can you bring me glass of water�, she asked. I just nodded and went to the kitchen. I got her a glass but then saw a cup, I thought to myself, so as I poured water from the pitcher into the cup, I started releasing my pants, setting the cup on the floor I crouched over it and started to jerk off as quietly as possible. I relaxed my eyes and started to think of anything and everything that made me horny, soon I felt my body tighten up and I was shooting my baby juice into the cup all but a few drops made it in. After I milked the rest of my dick juice into the cup, I quickly got up and straightened myself. In her room Granny didn�t even notice how long it took, she didn�t take her eyes away from the TV either, she just grabbed the cup and took a long drink, then looked in the cup as if there was something wrong with the water. The continued to drink, handing me the cup back she said thank you. I just smiled and left the room, the rest of the afternoon went with out anything special happening. My Dad picked me up and we went home that night lying in the bed all I could think about was how I could get to have sex with my Granny with out rapping her. Soon I drifted off to sleep.





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Bangin the girl next door 02 #349

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It was an incredible night. It was the night that made me a slut and a sex slave. It all started about last Saturday. I was asked to baby sit for my dad�s boss, Mrs. Amy Olsen. She and her husband, Mike, have a six month old baby. They live in a very nice part of town in a huge house. I am 16, tall and blond with a slim athletic body. Amy is shorter and shapelier. She has wider hips and has large breasts. She is not over weight, with a nice tight tummy. Mike is tall and quite stocky with broad shoulders and strong face.





When I arrived they where all dressed for a formal party. Mr. Olsen looked great in a tux. Mrs. Olsen looked fabulous. She was wearing a very clingy red dress, the kind that under cloths would show through. That�s why I was sure she was only wearing a very small thong. Their baby girl was already asleep. They showed me the kitchen and the T.V. and told me to relax and make myself at home. They said they would probably be home quite late.





I said �That�s okay. I�ll probably fall asleep watching a movie or something.�





After they had left I started looking around the big house. I checked out the main level. Then I went upstairs. I checked on the baby and then found their master bedroom. It was huge with very nice furniture and art. The master bath was large as well. It had a whirlpool tub and a big shower with clear glass walls on three sides. I noticed that the cloths hamper was open. I glanced in and there were Amy�s silky panties right on top. The crotch looked darker, like it was wet. I was curious and picked them up. Was this urine? I held them up to my face and sniffed. No, this was the smell of a woman�s pussy; a woman that was sexually excited. I felt a tingle in my pussy. She must have just taken them off when she was getting dressed to go out. I wondered what other kinds of under things she wore.





I went back into the bedroom and over to the dresser. I found Amy�s underwear drawer. I couldn�t believe all of the sexy things. There were all kinds of panties; thongs, lace, fishnet, see-though, and even crotch-less. Now my pussy was starting to get wet. I tried to picture Amy in these sexy things. I�m sure it was a big turn on for Mike. She had teddies, marry widows, body stockings, garter belts and stockings of all kinds.





I had the sudden urge to try on something. I was wearing a jean skirt, a loose tee shirt and some sandals. I kicked off the sandals and pulled down my white cotton panties. I tried on some black lace panties. They were very pretty. I rubbed the sexy material against my wet pussy. Then I had a momentary feeling of panic. Amy was going to find her panties with my pussy juice all over them. But I thought �What if she does? Maybe she would sniff them and get excited as I had.� I slipped them off and held them to my face. I breathed in deeply and smelled my own musky scent. I put them back in the drawer right on top.





I had never worn a teddy and wanted to see what it would feel like. I found a blue silky one. It looked a little big. Then I found a red lacy one that was more my size. I took off my shirt and skirt and slipped it on. Although the top was made for a woman with bigger breasts, like Amy, It fit pretty well. I went over to the full length mirror and looked at myself. I could see the little tuft of hair above my pussy through the lace. I turned and looked at my ass. Not bad. I was certain if Mike was there I could get him hard.





I snooped around a little more. There was nothing else interesting in the dresser. I went over to the night stand. My jaw dropped when I looked in the top drawer. The Olsen�s had a whole collection of pornographic magazines, movies and sex toys. I was so hot! I had to rub my pussy while I rummaged through everything. I sat on the bed and looked though some magazines. All of the pictures of naked women sucking cock or getting fucked made me incredibly horny. I found the little hooks in the crotch of the teddy and unfastened them. Now was pussy and ass were fully exposed. I spread my legs wide and rubbed my finger up and down my wet slit. I was looking at a beautiful woman with a huge cock fucking her pussy as I slid my finger up into my own. I worked my finger in and out. It felt great. I soon had two, and then three fingers buried deep inside me. I imagined that big cock fucking me. I imagined Mike�s cock fucking me right there in that bed. I soon had an intense orgasm. My hand was soaked with my juices, and so was the bed spread. I hoped it would dry before the Olsen's got home. But I was so horny I didn�t really care.





It was then that I remembered all of the sex toys. I pulled out a big dildo in the shape of a cock. It looked to big to fit in my tight little hole. Then I found a smooth silver vibrator about six inched long. I laid back down on the bed and switched it on. I held the buzzing tip against my nipple. It sent a shiver down my spine and made my pussy tingle. I spread my legs again and rubbed the toy around my pussy. When it hit my stiff clit it felt like an electric shock. But I held it there until I climaxed again. It was the best orgasm I had ever had. I loved this thing. Somehow I had to have one of my own. I pushed it up into my pussy and worked it in and out. The vibrations felt great inside me while I rubbed my clit with my finger tip. I felt another orgasm building. I replaced the vibrator with two of my fingers and held the toy to my clit. I exploded again. I couldn�t believe how intense this pleasure was.





I went back to the drawer to see what else I could find. I pulled out another vibrator that was a little bigger and had little bumps all over it. I was dripping wet as I thought about fucking my pussy with this one while holding the other against my clit. I also found a bunch of porn DVDs. I selected one that seemed to have a variety of sexual themes.





I took the toys and video down stairs and popped it in the DVD and sat back on the couch. The preview and ads were pretty hot. Then the first scene started. Two hot girls were being interviewed. I fast forwarded to where they started undressing each other. Soon they were in bed together making out. I took out the bumpy vibrator and turned it on and started to rub my pussy with it. The bottom of the teddy was still unfastened. I pulled my knees up and spread open my pussy and rubbed the tip up and down my wet slit. As I pushed it in my wet hole I thought about what it would be like to be in a porn movie. I felt just as slutty as the girls I was watching. I thought about guys watching me fuck myself. I wished there were a bunch of guys there right then watching me and jacking off. I wanted to make them so excited they would shoot their hot loads all over me. I was rapidly pumping the bumpy toy cock in and out and held the silver vibrator against my clit and came again.





I continued to watch the hot action on the video and lost count of my orgasms. Time slipped away. I was lost in my own little world of sexual pleasure. After one particularly intense climax I opened my eyes to find the Olsen�s standing in front of me. I was so out of it I hadn�t even heard them come in. I was so shocked I grabbed a couch pillow to cover myself. I realized my clothes were still upstairs. Just then the vibrator popped out of my twat and landed on the floor, still buzzing away. I was so embarrassed I started to cry.





Mrs. Olsen came over and put her arm around me and said �There, there, it�s okay. You didn�t do anything wrong. You don�t have anything to be ashamed of. You were just doing the things grown up people do, things that I do all of the time.� She picked up the vibrator. She asked �Do you like the way this made you feel?� I nodded, still too nervous to speak. She smiled and said �Yeah, this is one of my favorites to.� She slid the strap of her dress off her shoulder and exposed her big breasts. She rubbed the tip of the vibrator around her nipples. She said �I see you found my teddy. I�ll bet you look very pretty in it. Can I see?� She pulled the pillow away from me. I tried to cover myself with my hands. I looked at Mr. Olsen. He was smiling at me. I noticed a big bulge in his pants. Was I the cause? Was the sight of my body making his cock hard? This was like my fantasy come true.





I moved my hands away and spread my legs. �Do you think I�m pretty Mr. Olsen?�





�Yes, I think you are a very pretty girl Cindy.�





Amy said �You can see he is telling the truth. Look how hard you have made his cock. Would you like to see it? Come over here honey.�





Mike walked around the coffee table and stood in front of Amy. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. When she pulled them down I got a better idea of just how big his cock was from the bulge in his underwear. I really wanted to touch my pussy. Then Amy pulled his underwear over his cock and down to his knees. It was magnificent. It had a big knob on the end of a thick veined shaft. His big balls hung low in their sack. Amy wrapped her hand around the shaft and said �See what your pretty body has done? You made his cock hard. Would you like to touch it?�





Touch it? Of course I wanted to touch it. I wanted to jump on and ride it. I reached out and ran my fingers lightly over Mike�s shaft. I cupped his balls in my palm and bounced them up and down, feeling their weight. I grabbed his shaft and gave it a squeeze. I big drop of precum oozed out of the tip. I scooped it up with my finger tip and licked it off. All of my inhibitions were now gone. I knew Mike would fuck me if I wanted him to, and I really wanted him to. I also wanted to tease him and make him really horny and his cock really hard.





�Have you ever sucked on a boys cock Cindy?� Amy asked.





�Well, yeah. I have a little with my old boyfriend. He wasn�t nearly that big though. I really didn�t know what I was doing. Could you show me how?�





�Sure. We can take turns. Just watch me and do what I do.� Amy grabbed Mike�s shaft and pumped it while she swirled her tongue around his knob. Then she sucked the knob in and out of her lips a few times. Then she pointed his dick at me. As I sucked his knob between my lips I felt Amy�s hand slide up my thigh. My pussy was dripping wet and aching for attention. I spread my legs as Amy ran her fingers over my pink folds. I tried to see how much of Mike�s cock I could get in my mouth. As his cock slid into my mouth Amy�s finger slid into my tight fuck hole. Mike slid the straps off my shoulders and he started to rub and squeeze my tits. Soon I felt Amy�s hot wet mouth sucking on my nipple. Well between my tits getting sucked and pinched, my pussy getting finger fucked, and the huge cock in my mouth, I couldn�t take any more. I exploded in another great climax that send pussy juice squirting out all over Amy�s hand and the couch.





Amy pulled her hand up to her mouth and licked off my girl goo. She said �I want to eat your pussy, Cindy. Would you like that?�





�I�d love that, Amy.�





Mike pushed the coffee table out of the way while Amy got on her knees on the floor in front of me. She pulled my ass to the edge and pushed my knees up around my shoulders. Mike got down on his knees behind her. As Amy�s tongue hit my pussy Mike was pushing his cock into hers from behind. Her nose bumped my clit ever time Mikes pelvis hit her ass cheeks. She moved her head to the side and spread me open wide for Mike to see. �Maybe you could fuck this tight little pussy next. Would you like that Cindy? Don�t worried he has had a vasectomy.�





Oh, god yes! Do whatever you want!�





�Mmmm.., I think we have us a little sex slave Mike.�





Amy grabbed the vibrator and pushed it into me. She pumped it in and out while she sucked hard on my clit. I came again, soaking her pretty face. She moved up onto the couch with her knees on either side of my ass. Mike had both of our pussies, hers right above mine. As I licked my cunt juice off of Amy�s cheeks and chin I felt Mike�s knob push against my open pussy. His warm throbbing meat felt so fucking good pumping in and out of me. After only about ten strokes he pulled out and shoved it into Amy. She arched her back and stuck her boobs right in my face. Mike continued to fuck one pussy and then the other. Soon he said �I need a break, I don�t want to cum just yet.�





Then Mike laid down on the floor on his back. Amy squatted down on his cock, and I lowered my pussy down onto his face so we were facing each other. I humped my wet slit all over, from his forehead to his chin. Amy and I played with each others tits while we kissed. I loved her tongue deep in my mouth and his deep in my snatch. Then we changed position. God, I loved the feel of mikes cock fucking me. I guess he did too because soon I felt his hot cum squirting inside me, filling me up.





Well Mike had to rest for a while, but Amy and I were just getting started. She had me lay down on the floor. She said �I want to suck Mike�s cum out of you.� We got in a 69 position on the floor with her on top. I had never tasted another women�s pussy before. Amy�s was so wet I was dripping onto my chest and chin as she lowered it to my mouth. I felt her tongue go to work on my slit and stiff clit as I did the same to her. Soon we were both moaning and squirming around in our mutual passion. I pulled her pink folds open wide. Then I pushed my fingers in a little and pulled open her vagina so I could look up inside. That was so hot. I tried to see how far I could push my tongue into her. Then I pushed two fingers in and started to finger fuck her while I licked and sucked on her clit. I made her cum really hard, she squirted juice in my face and filled my mouth. I swallowed most of it, but some ran down my cheeks and got in my ears. Then I felt her tongue on my ass hole. Next I felt her push her finger against it. I couldn�t believe it. I tried to relax and she pushed it in. I was so turned on. She was still sucking my clit as she finger fucked my ass. I came almost right away. I still had still had two fingers in her pussy and I pushed a finger into her ass hole. We both came several more times.





All this lesbian action had got mike hard again. I saw his cock move in right over my forehead. I pulled open Amy�s pussy and grabbed Mike�s shaft and guided him in. I licked his balls and Amy�s clit while they fucked. When he pulled out I licked the pussy juice off his shaft and knob. Then he moved around to fuck me. I had the best orgasm of my life with Mikes cock slamming into me and Amy sucking on my clit.





Well that was all Mike could take and he was ready to come again. Amy rolled off me and I spun around so both of our faces were under Mike�s cock. He jacked off until a big gob of cum shot out and arched through the air and splattered on Amy�s chest. The next blast hit my chest and neck. Four of five more spurts covered our faces and hair. When he was done, Mike watched us lick his spunk off of each other.





I went upstairs with Mike and Amy. I had already told my parents that I might stay the night there. I climbed into bed and slept right between them. In the morning I woke up and reached over with one hand to find Mike�s cock already hard, and with the other hand, found Amy�s pussy already wet. After more sucking and fucking we had breakfast. Then it was time to go. Amy let me keep the teddy and the bumpy dildo. They told me they wanted me to baby sit next weekend, even though they were going to stay home. I told my friend Jill about all of this. She was really jealous. I said �Why don�t you come along? We will surprise them. I�m sure that neither one of them will mind another tight little pussy to suck and fuck.� Now all I can do is masturbate with my new toy and wait for next weekend.

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Kelly the coed 19 #753

Two slutty coeds got seduced by their teacher and banged in their hungry pussies.

d, 823 AD a girl, Joanna Wellen was born in a small village not far from Salisbury Plain in southern England. He mother died due to complications of the birth. As she grew, she would often visit Stonehenge, with her father who treated her with great love and affection. Stonehenge was a religious center, and an astronomical observatory; which lay not far from their village. It was used as a place of worship, especially by the surfs and peasants who were not allowed to attend Church.





In those days in England and Europe for that matter, females were considered worthless, and only good for birthing babies, cooking, scrubbing and cleaning for a man. They were not allowed to go to school, as society thought them incapable of learning.





Joanna grew up as a scullery maid and worked on her Father's farm for years. From the time she learned to speak, Joan always wanted to learn about everything, so when she was fifteen and began to clean house for the village schoolteacher, they became friends and when she was not working, she begged him to teach her to read.





As her father loved her very much, he had no complaints regarding her studies, and invited the schoolteacher for supper, four evenings a week in payment for teaching her.





After several years, the schoolteacher, one Edmund Beddus was married to a fairly well to do somewhat older widow, Gwendolyn Vaughan, who's late husband was killed in a horseback ridding accident. It was not well known at the time; however he was drunk. As Edmund didn't earn much money, he jumped at the chance to marry Gwendolyn, mostly for her stature and wealth.





After a while, Gwendolyn became angry due to the attention Edmund paid to Joan and threatened him with a divorce. Edmond ended his three-year relationship with the girl, and she had to return all of the books she had borrowed.





The young village priest Father Paul had always seen Joan walking with a book in her hands and was taken with her beauty. One day he saw her passing the church, however she had no book. He called to her and said,





"Are you no longer reading Joan?"





"I no longer have books available to me Father." She said.





"Well Joan, if ever you wish books to read again, feel free to come by the rectory after supper and I will let you read some that belong to the church."





This was a very special offer as there were no libraries and all books were written by hand. It would be six hundred years before; Johannes Gutenberg would invent moveable type and print his first bible.





The following evening, after making supper for her Father, Joan walked to the church and knocked on the rectory door. Father Paul answered and invited her in. As the parish was pour, they only had four books. One was a bible, the second was a book called, "Entrance to Heaven", which was a guide for priests.





The third and forth were written in Latin, a language in which Joan had no knowledge. Father Paul told her to be seated by the fire, picked up the book in Latin and began to read.





"When a priest has a craving for a physical union, it is the duty of all females to give themselves to him willingly. This is the law of God. Sexual union is God's reward to everyone who follows his decrees. The female shall spread her legs wide and allow the priest to enter her with his phallic member.





"Father what is a phallic member?"





"All males have a phallic member Joan. It is the essence of a man."





"I have no knowledge of such essence. What will it do?"





"It is the instrument that will allow a female to see God."





"Do you have your phallic member with you Father Paul?"





"Yes, I do."





"May I see it Father?"





"Of course my child."





Father Paul lifted his short tunic and revealed his penis and testicles. Joan was very interested and asked how she would be able to see God, with his instrument. The Father invited her to repose on his bed of straw, and he would display the power of his essence.





When she complied, Father Paul knelt down and lifted her tattered dress, revealing her slitten, the entrance to her holy passageway. As he spread her legs, Joan wondered what he was doing and why. In her sixteen years she had never heard of this type of ritual, and wondered who had written the book.





Kneeling between Joan's legs, Paul stripped off his tunic and was naked before her; his member became erect and was pointing toward the ceiling. As he bent forward, and guided his penis toward the opening to her vagina, she wondered if she would really see God. A priest would never lie to her, she thought.





As Father Paul rubbed the large head of his phallus up and down her damp slitten, she became more interested in his movements. They felt strangely pleasing, and her slitten began to tickle and was becoming very warm, and wet. She had felt nothing like this in her short life.





It was wonderful and caused her to breath harder. Slowly Paul began to move his penis into her vagina and she screamed in pain. It felt as though he was entering her with a double-egged sword. She knew right then she was about to see God, as his phallus would surly end her life. She had never experienced a pain such as this. Father Paul was deep into her vagina, and moving fast as she lay under him, her tears flowed down her cheeks as she waited for impending death.





However as he continued to move, her pain was subsiding and pleasure was replacing it. She believed that Father moving his phallus in and out of her; was devoid of wisdom and good sense.





Other than a nice feeling from between her legs, the whole process seemed fruitless, and a bit pointless. He continued for some time and pointless as the process appeared to be, she was developing a wonderful feeling in her belly. Father Paul was creating a desire, which previously Joan had no knowledge of. Her belly was tingling as the Father continued his thrusts, his phallus sliding in and out of her passageway. She found herself lifting her legs, then wrapping them around Father Paul's legs, pulling him tight into her channel.





As he continued, Joan's feelings for the young Father were growing at an alarming rate and her need for something, she knew not what, increasing. Her emotions were on a never ending latter, climbing to the sky.





Without any warning Joan, felt herself begin to discharge juices with a force. She felt fulfillment and gratification of an unknown desire and appetite, which lifted her to extreme pleasure and contentment.





Father Paul had not yet discharged his essence and doubled his efforts. As Joan felt his increasing movements in to her, desire began to grow again almost exponentially and she held him tight to her. Father Paul called out to heaven,





"Oh Lord my God, I am your humble servant and I do your bidding."





Joan felt a new gush of liquid, however it wasn't coming from her, it was coming from Father Paul. The feeling was beautiful in design and execution, and although she did not see God, she believed she was closer to him. The whole occurrence was a delicacy as to arouse intense delight, and satisfaction. Joan cared little to see God, as she was taking great pleasure and delight in his glory.





Suddenly a reoccurrence of her discharge began, and she was lifted beyond the bounds of Earth. Her blood ran hot as her juices flowed once again.





"Your phallus is as you said Father, truly the essence of man ... and God."





"Remember Joan, although my member ... my penis, from the Latin, if you will, is a wonderful instrument. It would be useless without your marvelous passage of desire. My penis requires your vagina to achieve its primary and sacred function. Without woman, man has little purpose in life. It is God's will."





Joan knew that her existence had taken a new direction. She was truly a daughter of God, and would do everything necessary to fulfill the Heavenly Father's design. As Father Paul lay in coitus relaxen, a Latin term for rest after sexual intercourse, Joan lifted his depleted penis and examined it carefully. She found a hidden beauty within its current state, although it was much more useful when it was swollen to a larger size.





She felt closer to Father Paul than she had to any individual, except maybe her own Father. The closeness was of course the feeling most women would feel to a man; who brought her such euphoria and intense pleasure. Joan felt compelled to pay homage to his member and leaned down to kiss it.





It had a strange yet inexplicable odor. Not a bad odor, but one, which could not be described. She had detected a similar odor before when the farm animals were ready for breading. Joan kissed Father Paul's member on the tip once again, and suddenly it began to throb and swell. As she unexpectedly enjoyed the taste, she slid the head of his penis into her mouth, and for some unknown natural desire, began to suck on it.





Father Paul squirmed in delight feeling something wonderful which he only had knowledge of, during confessions of travelers to the Far East. It was told to him that Egyptian girls reveled in sucking a man's penis, and excelled in elevating a man to an ultimate level of fulfillment and gratification.





Strangely he had never heard of an English female performing such a wonderful service. This was something that God and the Church made no mention of, possibly because it had nothing to do with reproduction.





Joan now had a challenge and believed she would be able to master it. As she sucked the Priest's penis he moaned, apparently enjoying her oral stimulation causing him arousal, and intense pleasure beyond that of which she provided with her vagina. The priest took hold of Joan's head and moved his hips upward in a masterful manner, emulating copulation.





Joan was now eager to give the young priest something he would continue to desire, throughout their newly found friendship. As she sucked him, her hand took hold of his testicles and fondled them as one might do with a favorite pet. The priest in return moaned and mewed letting her know how much the manipulations of her mouth on his penis were appreciated.





With little warning the priest began to spray his bodily secretions into her mouth with a degree of fluidity that surpassed his previous performance. Joan sat up wondering what was to be done with Father Paul's essence. Would it be a sin to expel it from her mouth? As it was a gift from God, she wondered what she should do. Father Paul saw the questioning expression on Joan's face and said,





"Swallow it Joan. God would want nothing less. Essence is too important to be splattered on the dirt floor."





Although the creamy liquid felt wonderful in her mouth, she followed directions and allowed the liquid to slowly slide down her throat. Although a bit salty, the essence was also sweet. A fascinating combination she thought.





"Do you want me to continue reading Joan?"





"No. Not tonight as I believe Morpheus, the ancient Roman god of sleep and dreams is calling to me. May I return after supper on the morrow Father Paul?"





"Of course my child. You may visit me any time you desire, and I will teach you everything I have knowledge of."





To be continued ...

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