She got on all fours and he mounted her. He slipped his dick in her
perfect asshole. She moaned in enjoyment and stuck her ass up higher trying
to coax his cock in deeper. Once in, she continued to moan and started to
rock up and down. His hands came round her and grabbed her tits, squeezing
them fully. He pulled out and they 69′d.

Her pussy was being penetrated by his tongue and his cock was being suck
dry by her hot, full lips. She stuck her hands in his ass and felt it
thoroughly. They were in full heat when the phone rang. She would have
ignored it but her secretary would check on her. She answered it, and her
secretary told her she had a new appointment in 5 minutes.

Tim took one final suck of her nipples, thanked her, dressed, and left.
She just laid in the middle of the room, with her legs fully spread apart.
She built up her energy and told her secretary to cancel her next
appointment, no matter what. She heard her secretary telling her next
client that she had to cancel, and heard the client stomp off in furry, then
she hung up.

She stood up. Her pussy and ass were exposed, and he got even harder. He
came around the desk and ripped his shirt off and dropped his pants. She
took her sweaty blouse off and threw it aside. He sat in the chair, his
legs over the arms of the chair, reclining, with his hard, hot cock sticking
way out. She eased on him, his hot cock sliding easily into her slippery
pussy.

“A Mr. T. Smith is here to see you. May he enter?”

She had to think for a second, looking at her bare pussy. Tim was a very
sexy man, who worked out and had light blond hair.

“Send him in…”

He entered the room, but she rose minimally to greet him. He smiled when
he saw her nipples. They started to work on his case. It was a small, home
dispute with his neighbor about him smashing the back end of a car. They
worked for a half hour before it happened.

Jane walked down the hall to a door which read: “Hosmon & Williams Law.”
She entered, and walked past the reception desk, where the secretary, who
was on the phone, nodded at her. Jane walked to the other end of the room
and walked into the door on the right.

Her office was large and beautifully decorated. She wiped her forehead
and went to the desk. She put the briefcase on the desk, opened it up and
sat, back, enjoying the air conditioning.

It wasn’t until now that she realized her blouse stuck to her, fully
exposing her breasts and nipples which were fully erect. This excited her
so much, she had to stick her hand down her stockings and feel her wet,
slick, pussy. The elevator stopped at the fifth floor, even though she was
going to the tenth floor. A tall, dark haired man walked in, dressed in a
business suit. He caught glimpse of her sweat-soaked shirt and smiled.
She knew he was becoming hard, and she enjoyed it totally, by licking her
teeth to make it worse. She then, as it hit the tenth floor, dropped her
briefcase in front of her. She bent over to pick it up, sticking her ass
way in the air showing it off.

I spent the rest of the night alternately fucking Sonya and Karen, shooting
great loads of hot jism into both girls. I never knew I had such stamina. The
next weekend, they came back to visit again, and finally, with great
preparation, got to fuck Sonya’s beautiful ass. We fuck and make love on a
regular basis now, and are a happy threesome.

Karen grabbed a mirror and held it up where Sonya could see her own private
parts, stretched, violated, impaled upon Karen’s hand.

“See, Honey, I told you you could do it!” Sonya took the mirror and stared
dumbfoundedly at it. Karen partially withdrew her hand, then pushed it back in.

“You’re all lubed up and ready to go now. Are you ready for it, Honey?”, Karen
purred. “I’ll give to you when you’re ready.”

“I’m ready, do me!” Sonya replied distantly. Karen started diddling Sonya’s
erect clit, then pushed her fingers into Sonya’s slippery hole, twisting her
hand as she did so. Sonya gasped and drew her knees up, making her cunt open
wider, easier for Karen to ream.

“No it won’t,” Karen contradicted, “You’ve just got to relax your cunt and ass
muscles and want to do it. If you do, you can take anything in either hole.”

“I don’t think I could. I haven’t done it too many times. I’d be too tight and
too scared.”, Sonya countered.

“I could fistfuck you by morning with no problems on your part. I would make
you want it.”, was Karen’s rejoinder.

“No way on Earth.”, Sonya flatly denied.”

“I’ll prove it. Lay on your back.” Sonya complied with Karen’s instructions,
looking apprehensivly at Karen. Karen began talking to Sonya in a steady
monotone, telling her how good it would feel to have her pussy stretched, how
she would get Sonya’s fuckhole all wet and juicy, how she would stick her whole
hand in Sonya’s tight pussy and stretch it to fit, and how Sonya would love it
and want to do it again. Karen placed her hands on Sonya’s thighs and began to
massage them as she spoke. Sonya watched Karen and listened to her talk, and
her apprehension began to fade away. I realized that Karen had Sonya
hypnotized, rapt.

“Harder! Oh God don’t stop now, I’m coming! Fuck me! Come in my ass! Squirt me
full! Fistfuck me!” Karen arched her back, then screamed as I pushed my dick to
the absolute limit, pumping her reamed ass full of another load of my hot lava.
Then she collapsed to the floor, exhausted. I pulled my dick out of her ass, as
Sonya pulled her hand out of Karen’s stretched cunt with a squelching sound.
Karen lay on her belly, her ass stretched open obscenely, my cream oozing out,
dripping down to her spread, gaping fuckhole.

“I’m assfucking Karen!”, I informed Sonya, who was now completely mindblown.

I needed no invitation, and neither did Sonya. Both of us gave Karen all we
could, Sonya with the bottle in Karen’s cunt, me with my dick far up Karen’s
clenching ass. Karen rocked back to take us both in, then forward, then back
for more. I couldn’t see how Karen could take my dick, as long and thick as it
was, all the way up her ass, but she was doing it and getting her rocks off, to
boot.

“Take that bottle out of Karen’s pussy, and stick all your fingers in!”, I
panted to Sonya.

“Are you kidding me?”, Sonya asked in disbelief.

“No, cover your whole hand with K.Y., bunch your fingers together, then push
‘em in!”

My dick felt the bottle withdraw, and moments later, the pressure of Sonya’s
fingertips.

“Now push harder!”, I commanded, giving Karen’s nether hole another stroke.

I felt increased pressure on my dick and heard Sonya wail, “My whole hand went
in!”

“Good! That’s called fistfucking! Do her just like the bottle did!”, I gasped.

“What are you going to do?”, Sonya asked.

“Watch and see!”, I responded. With that I grasped Karen’s hips and aimed my
dick at the delicate rosette of Karen’s ass. Using my dick like a weapon, I
suddenly shoved my tool in as far as I could. Karen let out a scream, tearing
out fistfulls of carpet.

I had an idea. If Karen was as promiscuous as she seemed, she might not object
to what I had in mind. While Sonya continued to work the bottle in Karen’s
stretched cunt, I helped Karen out of the chair and down to the floor, her
heaving tits on the floor, her ass up in the air. She stayed in that position,
crooning wordlessly, cunt juice dribbling down her thighs, Sonya still
masturbating her.

“Why don’t you get a closer look,” I suggested. “Ask her.” Sonya crawled down
to the foot of the bed and sat on the end, astounded, watching Karen
masturbate.

Karen finally looked down, under heavy-lidded eyes and saw Sonya so close. “Why
don’t you do this for me?”, Karen asked.

“How?”, Sonya queried.

I glanced down at the foot of the bed, and saw Karen, whom I had forgotten
about. She sat in the chair at the foot of the bed, her legs spread, working a
coke bottle in and out of her pussy. She had found the K.Y. jelly, then found
us screwing away. Feeling left out but excited by the erotic sight of her best
friend getting a good fucking, she slicked up the coke bottle and began using
it as a dildo.

When she had subsided, her legs still spread, I mounted her in the traditional
position. I started to position my throbbing pole for a gentle entry, but Sonya
released her tits and spread her cuntlips with one hand and guided my tool to
her sopping wet fuckhole with the other. She was much wetter now than when
Karen diddled her clit, wet enough to fuck.

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I spread her legs and gently ran the tip of my tongue the full length of her
slit. When I reached the vicinity of her clit, she reacted as though she had
been shocked. She arched her back, pressing her cunt against my face. Maybe she
was ready. I probed again with my tongue, harder this time, hard enough to
separate her cuntlips and tickle her clit. She went mad again, jerking and
twitching in response to the touch of my tongue, moaning and panting. Then I
felt her clit harden, her inner lips swell and spread, and her delicious juices
start to flow. Now she was definitely ready for more. I probed her fuckhole
with my tongue, licked all the way up to her clit, swirled it around, bit it
gently, then probed her hole again. When I started doing all this, she went
even wilder. She spread her legs, humped and reared against my face, and pulled
my head tight against her hot cooze.

“Please don’t shoot! That was Mike, it was all his idea! He made us do it! He
said he would put us out and make us walk home if we didn’t do it! Are you
going to call the sheriff?”

Now I could understand why the girls tried to burglarize my home. It was a
fifteen mile walk home in pitch darkness on a moonless night for the two
frightened girls. It was just what a worthless shit like Mike would pull.
Knowing what I did about Sonya’s boyfriend, I knew what he probably needed the
money for. He was nineteen, and the only job he had ever had was selling drugs,
and I don’t mean at the pharmacy. He was a charmer though. Girls fell for his
good looks and his charm, and would do anything for him, and he of course chose
the best looking one of the bunch, Sonya. She never realized what a slimeball
he really was. The problem was that Sonya didn’t have a father to threaten to
put a bullet in Mike’s behind, and her mother was just as deceived as she was.

“You broke into my house and attempted to steal my belongings. Why shouldn’t
I?”, I said with false sternness. I wouldn’t really turn them in, now that I
knew the situation. I would give the girls a good scare, then a ride home.
Maybe then Sonya would see through Mike’s veneer.

“Mr. Young?”, one of the figures quavered. “Please don’t shoot!”

I recognized the voice as belonging to Sonya, the 18 year old daughter of my
nearest neighbor. I didn’t know who the other person was or who else may be in
the house, so I kept the shotgun pointed in their direction and hit the light
switch with my free hand. Immediately a car cranked up in my driveway, and
tires squealing, raced out to the road and away. I looked at my midnight
visitors. I recognized Sonya and Karen, who was a close friend of Sonya’s and a
frequent overnight visitor of hers. They were holding between them a laundry
bag containing most of my silver collection. I lowered the muzzle of the cut
down shotgun.

She slipped off her loose silk nightshirt, the only garment she was
wearing, and shivered a little as cooler air brushed her skin. She
took a swig from the bottle, and then deliberately dribbled a few
drops across her breasts. Her nipples began to pucker from the chill
of the liquid. Leaning over, she licked the droplets off herself. Her
nipples grew harder.

Liking the sensation, she did it again. A little more wine came
out of the bottle this time, and it trickled down her front. The
white wine blended into the pale gold and peach tones of her skin.
She set the bottle down again, and spread the wine across her abdomen
with her fingertips. Again she licked the wine off her nipples, and
then off her fingers, sucking them a bit. It felt good, and she
sucked some more. Then she leaned over and sucked her nipples; first
one, and then the other, raising the breasts with her hands and
pointing the nipples up so she could reach them. They tasted of the
wine and of something else; she wasn’t sure what.

I knew then that I was almost there, because, although I’m not
sure, I think I was being rather vocal. I seem to remember that
I spoke my own name, and I am almost certain that I cried out as
I felt first the few seconds of utter rigidity, then the
fluttering pleasure that made my body convulse again and again as
I came. And I caressed my thigh once I was still, brought my
juicy hand to my mouth as I rested there, completely relaxed and
absolutely alive.

I clearly remember what happened next. My warm breath came fast,
and the knowledge that I had excited myself so was almost as
delicious as the feel of my finger as it traced my sensitive
lips. I moved along the outside, as I had done before, then
stroked myself teasingly with my fingers before devoting my thumb
to flicking my clit back and forth, slowly at first, then faster.

I’m thinking of what a delightful evening I spent last Friday. I
remember every delicious detail. But then my memory has a habit
of gripping the particulars of such events and keeping them safe.
Shall I relive my memory?

I believe I shall.

I had been deliberately without sex for a few weeks, not a great
length of time, but long enough to make my hunger sharp. Long
enough to make the warmth of my hand, casually resting on my
thigh as I drove, more stirring than usual.

As I recall, I arrived at the parking lot, pulled into a spot
that was, as I playfully thought, “right under a light!”, and
turned off the motor. I remained seated behind the wheel.

I arrived at Aunt Sally’s house in June, two and a half months before my
freshman classes were to begin. She was very sweet and nice and gave me the
very best she had. She didn’t look at all like the photographs we had of her
back home. Aunt Sally was a foxy woman, and after she taught me how to fix
myself up a bit we looked so much alike that men often thought we were sisters
Sally lived in a nice house in a quiet suburban neighborhood and drove a
fire-engine-red Corvette. When I asked her how she could afford all of these
nice things living by herself, she just smiled and didn’t say much. All she
would say was that she was in the “entertainment” industry and she didn’t
bother to elaborate. She was somewhat mysterious about her work and odd
hours. Bit I was to learn soon enough.

It all started about three weeks after I moved in. Aunt Sally had gone
out, dressed to kill and carrying her purple gym bag, as she always did.
Alone in the house, I was in her bedroom looking through her drawers for a
pair of pantyhose when I found a ten-inch vibrator underneath some of her
black-lace panties. I couldn’t believe what I had found. I’d heard about
dildos and vibrators from some girls back home, but I’d never actually seen
one before, let alone used one. As I switched it on, its vibrations sent a
shiver through me and gave me a knot in my stomach. Not expecting Aunt Sally
to come home for a few hours, I let curiosity and temptation get the best of
me. I was soon almoist hypnotized by the rhythmic vibrations of my new find.

Holding the vibrator to my breasts, I could feel my nipples getting
harder and my crotch and panties getting wetter and wetter. This was all so
new to me, but it felt so good that I just couldn’t help exploring my entire
body with it.

Well, I can tell you it didn’t take long for me to strip naked and fall
back on Sally’s big brass bed with my new toy. I even titled her big mirror
in such a way that I could watch myself.

After teasing myself with it, I placed the tip of the vibrator into my
moist, steaming crack and pushed it gently. As I watched it slowly slip into
me, I could feel my vaginal muscles tighten around it. I had been
masturbating with my finger for years already but I’d never felt anything
like this before. With both hands working that vibrator in and out of my hot
little cunt, I was soon beside myself in ecstasy. That after noon I came in one
loud and thunderous orgasm after another.

It was GREAT! I felt so deliciously wicked and nasty watching myself
masturbate in that big mirror. I was like an addict who couldn’t stop.

I must have been at it for quite some time. I was so absorbed with
ramming that humming fucker in and out of my tunnel of love and moaning like
an animal that I didn’t hear my aunt come into the house. You can just
imagine my embarrassment when I finally looked up and saw her with one arm up
leaning in the doorway, staring at me with a rather wry grin on her face.
(She later told me that she had been standing there enjoying my “performance”
for about ten minutes.) Before I could open my mouth to say anything to her,
I was wracked by another mind-blowing orgasm. I thought I was going to die,
but all Sally said to me was, “When you’re finished, come downstairs and we’ll
have dinner. I brought home Chinese.” She didn’t say anything about what she
had caught me doing, but carried on as usual–except that every time she had
that same smile on her face. We made an early night of it, and all she said
to me before turning in was, “Sweet dreams, baby.” I went to bed that night
red with embarrassment, but drifted off to sleep rubbing and fingering my
cunt, thinking about the next time I could get that vibrator up my now
yearning snatch.

I was out of the house for much of the next afternoon, still feeling
quite embarrassed. When I returned home around six o’clock, I saw my aunt’s
car in the driveway and went straight to my room. As I entered the doorway I
was surprised to find a brightly wrapped package on my bed. Attached to the
package was a note which read: “Since you seemed to enjoy mine so much, I
thought it was time you had one of your own, baby. With love, Sally.” I
ripped into the package to find a beautiful ten-inch vibrating dildo.

I rushed downstairs to find Sally waiting for me in the living room. She
was standing there, feet apart, hands on hips, and wearing a short purple silk
robe that barely covered her shapely ass or her proud, jutting, 38-inch
breasts. She had that by-now-familiar coy, seductive smile on her face. She
stood before me–wanton, raw sex personified. Rushing up to her, we embraced.
I knew this was going to be quite a night, one that I’d never forget and that
would change me forever.

After our touching embrace, Aunt Sally went to the kitchen and returned
with a silver tray of shucked and iced oysters on the half-shell, two chilled
glasses, and a bottle of wine. Next she dimmed the lights, lit some candles,
and put a tape on the stereo. I shouldn’t have been surprised that it wasn’t
a musical tape, but the erotic sounds of heavy fucking and sucking that Sally
and one of her lovers had made.

For the next half hour I sat on the sofa opposite Sally as she made an
erotic show of eating those oysters. Occasionally, between slurping oysters
and sipping wine, she would slip her hand down to finger her twat, then slowly
suck the pussy juice from her fingers. After some more of this, she stood up
and said, “It’s time we expanded your horizons, sweet baby.”

She took me by the hand and led me downstairs into her finished basement.
The lights were dimmed real low except for some stage light-type lamps hung
from the ceiling, which bathed the pool table in a warm, pinkish glow. The
pool table was covered with an orchid-color sating quilt, and Sally had about
a dozen of her favorite vibrators and dildos lined up along the edge of it
within easy reach. She placed me in a big leather easy chair, which had been
pushed up to where I had an unobstructed view. She put on a tape of rock
music, with a slow, heavy beat and alot of sax. She lit some incense and
said, “You wanted to know what I do in the entertainment industry. Well, Aunt
Sally’s gonna entertain you.”

I was so excited. Sally walked around behind the pool table and stood
with her back to me. She shot me a sultry “fuck me” smile over her shoulder
as she deftly slipped off her robe, letting it fall to the table in one swift,
catlike motion. There she was, kneeling in front of me, resting on her knees,
legs bent under and her thighs spread wide. Her thatch of brown pubic hair
was neatly trimmed into the shape of a heart. Sally reached back without
looking, and selected a 14-inch vibrator that not only moved in and out like a
piston but also made small circular motions while it hummed and vibrated. It
was so big that she could just barely wrap her hand all the way around it.
She was moaning softly as she worked that vibrator over her gorgeous tan body,
paying special attention to her jutting boobs. Her ruby-red areolae were as
big as half-dollars and her nipples stuck out hard as rocks. She held each
breast to her mouth, licking and sucking her nipples, leaving them shiny with
saliva.

Turning her attention to her steaming hot crack, she ran that pulsating
dildo up and down over her cunt lips and clit, moaning louder all the time.
Then she brought the dildo, now gleaming with her cunt juice, up to her hungry
mouth and licked and sucked it from its bulbous head down to the base. Still
kneeling in front of me, her twat and thighs glistening from the flow of her
pussy juice, she set the vibrator on full speed and slowly guided its massive
cock head into her cunt, taking all 14 inches of it. Then she slowly pulled
it almost all the way out. Using both hands, she rammed that big fucker in
and out at least a dozen time in rhythm to the music, moaning like a whore in
heat.

On the last upstroke, Sally left that massive vibrator pulsating and
churning deep inside her cunt at full speed, using her well-conditioned
vaginal muscles to hold it in. Next, she spun around quickly on to her knees
and elbows, thrusting her beautiful ass toward the ceiling. She began playing
with her clit while the dildo was humming away inside her. Within seconds,
Sally’s entire body was shuddering in a violent orgasm that brought tears to
her eyes. It was incredible watching her wailing out loud like a wild animal,
hips and ass undulating in rhythm to the music, as she fucked herself.

Sally had all the practiced movements of a real pro. I couldn’t believe
it. Without missing a beat, she spun around again, kneeling, thighs spread
wide. She then leaned back and, again without looking, put a hand over the
far edge of the pool table. When she pulled back up, she was holding a
beautiful 12-inch lifelike rubber cock that was covered in Karo syrup. Sally
shook her head, her beautiful mane of brown hair falling away from her face.
There was a look of pure unadulterated lust in her eyes as she dangled that
glistening monster cock over her face. Slowly she lowered it and tickled its
head and underside with her darting tongue. Resting on one elbow for support,
she raised it up slightly, arching her back and neck. She then brought the
sticky, dripping dildo to her hot waiting mouth. Clear syrup, oozing from her
glossy wet lips, ran down her chin and cheeks as she slurped and sucked the
dildo into her mouth, devouring it deeper and deeper until she had finally
deep-throated it all the way to the very base of its rigid shaft, moaning
loudly with pure pleasure and delight the whole time.

Completely oblibious to everything else, Sally, thighs splayed wide, used
one hand to slowly pull the rubber cock from her mouth and stroked the
steaming slit of her cunt with the other. As she withdrew the cock from her
pursed lips, leaving only a slender thread of syrup and saliva between the
two, her tongue darted out to lick up the excess around her smiling, wet mouth.

The vibrator in Sally’s cunt was still giving her full measure and,
caught up in another approaching orgasm, she began to writhe and squirm. Her
hips and ass were rising in response to that incredible fuck onslaught. Now
using her hands to pinch and pull her rock-hard nipples, Sally went over the
brink. Her voice rising to a near wail, she went off like crazy. Her entire
body bucked and jerked wildly like an electric shock had been applied to her,
the whole time moaning and crying out with physical release and pleasure. No
doubt Sally was enjoying and savoring every minute of it.

I was really enjoying it, too. This was the most fantastic thing I had
ever seen. I didn’t know it was possible for a woman to give herself so much
pleasure and satisfaction. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

The show wasn’t over yet. After that last orgasm, Sally didn’t miss a
beat. Repositioning herself on the pool table, she placed a heel in each of
the corner pockets for support. With renewed vigor, she immediatly launched
into a routine of hot, nonstop action and one almost continuous orgasm after
another. And each one seemed better than the last. Before it was over, Sally
had used all seven vibrators and five dildos that she had laid out on the
table. Even she lost track of how many orgasms she had had.

When she was through, I glanced at my watch and realized that she had
been going at it hot and heavy for over an hour. Sally rolled over to face
me, her head propped up in one hand, tousled hair across her face. One leg
was bent at the knee, giving me a full view as she gently stroked her hot
juicy crack and massaged the insides of her aching thighs.

I was so excited just from watching her. My own nipples were hard and
taut against the material of my blouse, and my crotch and panties were soaked
through. When Sally smiled that smile of hers and asked me if I would like to
join her “onstage,” I didn’t hesitate for a second.

Aunt Sally was sweet and gentle as she watched me treat myself to the
pleasures I had just seen her enjoy. Using my new vibrator, as well as my own
fingers, I learned how to bring myself off in countless orgasms. It felt sooo
good!

After we both took cool showers, Sally explained to me that the
masturbation show she had performed earlier for me was really a dress
rehearsal. She would be doing the same act the following week at a stag party
for about 50 guys. She also told me that she had been working as an exotic
dancer and performing live sex shows onstage and at bachelor parties since
college. She laughed and said, “In what other line of work can you get a
roomful of guys to cream in their jeans over you all at once?”

…and suddenly I felt a shuddering, unnerving wave of energy
pulse through my body. The light was blinding, even though I
had closed my eyelids. I raised my hands to cover my face, as
I felt the energy grab hold of my body. It felt almost like an
extended electric shock, but somewhere between pain and pleasure.
Suddenly, the windswept roar of the wave subsided, and I was
left with the sound of a rain forest in my ears. I lowered my
hands and opened my eyes; I was still blinded, and decided not
to stand, as I felt the dense grass of the jungle between my
toes. I was frightened, and exhausted; I’d just come. I reached
down to put my cock back into my shorts, and rather than a flacid
phallus, I found a stiff prick in my hands. “But I’d just come!”
I thought to myself. I pulled on my cock, as if to continue stroking
off in my blindness. The dildo slipped out of my vagina, into
my hands. But, wait… I could FEEL my cock… but it wasn’t
attached to my body! I took my left hand and placed it in my
crotch…and felt the wetness of my swollen vulva and the newfound
sensitivity of my clitoris which sent a wave of sexual energy
straight up my spine, to my… breasts! I took my right hand,
in shock, immediately up to my right breast, and my nipple sprang
to attention. But having dropped my penis in the cold grass,
I let out a gasp of shock. “I’d better not lose *this*,” I thought!
Thinking of no better place to put it, I carefully got on my
hands and knees, naked except for the lingerie the desirable
woman had worn in message 3. I found my penis, and placed it
in the warmth of my mouth, as my long hair cascaded around my
face. On all fours, I had to suck to keep my cock in my mouth
as I explored my new body with my slender fingers…my slender
waist, my flaring, womanly hips, my thighs, covered with baby-soft
downy hairs. I touched my clit, twisted my left nipple, and sucked
on my cock, which somehow had a connection of sensation to my
brain. The feeling of sexual completeness was inexplainable.
I had but one thing to do, and I knew that I must do it. Yes.
I took my hard cock, and slid it into the garden between my thighs.
I felt so complete; I could feel the contractions of my PC muscle
upon my cock, and the thrusting waves against my clitoris,
simultaniously. I cooed softly with a mezzo-soprano tone, and
fell gently into the grass…

I separated the folds of skin with my fingers. The sensation
of my fingers in this new area of my body sent vibrations though
my slender frame. I pulled on the outer lips and could feel
a trickle of moisture sliding down my thigh. I took my cock
and slid it between the folds of skin lengthwise, rubbing up
and down the length of my slit. The fluid oozed from me and
lubricated my cock. Ummm this felt sooo fantastic. I tweeked
my left nipple between forefinger and thumb, then pinched hard,
hard enough to cause almost pain. My nipple responded by getting
very hard. My cock slid between my lips with great ease, I retracted
a bit and placed the head of my cock at the entrance to my cavern.
I rubbed it up and down just a little more to insure that the
inner lips were ready for the insertion. Then I pushed only
the head into myself. I could feel the tension mount in my
loins. I was moaning uncontollably as I pushed a little harder.
My other hand found its way to the top of my slit. I rubbed
my fingers through the wet hairs that surrounded my new pleasure
spot. Then I found a nub, burried just below the top of my slit.
I rubbed one finger over the end of it. Ohhhh!!! I jumped as
did. The intencity of doing that drove me into a frenzy. Now
my the folds of skin had puffed up, and there was fluid almost
running from my swollen hole. I undulated my hips and dug m
heels into the soft soil. All that was around me turned into
a blur. My head thrown back and my back arched, I writhed around
on the ground with my cock pulsing in and out of my cavern.
I could feel the waves of orgasm building from deep within.
Thrust after thrust of my cock and I kept rubbing this tiny pleasure
nub that was now totaly exposed from its hooded hiding place.
Ah, Uh, oooooo I cooed, now at the very verge of release. My
lips now slurping as my cock slid to the hilt within me. ONE___
F_I_N_A_L_ __ P_U_S_H!!! Ohhh!!! I heard the air escape from
within me. I convulsed so hard that my slippery cavern muscles
pushed my cock from me. I mushed my fist over my lips and rubbed
furriously Umph Umph!!! The waves kept comming, one after another
till I lost control of what I was doing and fell limp….

see what she says about herself
”
You’ve just turned off your COMEputer after reading all of the messages. You
decide it’s time for you to go to bed. As you climb between the cool sheets, I
can tell what you’re thinking. I know what you’re thinking.
You can’t see me but there I am. Standing in the shadows watching and
waiting. As you turn off the light, I wait patiently for you to go to sleep.
My heart is pounding wildly against the thin fabric of the gown that flows over
my naked body. Covering all that is there that will make you stiff. I want
you. As I watch you drift into a half sleep, I long for you. I move from my
hiding place slowly across the room to the bed which you lie upon.
Your breathing is even and slow. I gently nudge against your bed, shaking it
only enough to make you turn over to gaze at me with half sleepy eyes. My hands
slowly move over the roundness of my breasts, down to my smooth stomach
carressing my hips, my thighs. As you watch me you wonder how I have gotten
here to where you are, but you really don’t care. I gently crawl on top of the
bed just next to you. My fingers rest gently upon your lips as I gaze into your
eyes you know what I want….
”

Wild Fuck Toys Episode 59
Missy had a dream A dream of kinky boots, horses, and getting plowed by a cock bigger than a Louisville Slugger!
Playing wish fairy, I introduced her to a clockwork cock the size of Seabiscut to rock that pussy hard! Will she finally get off? Tune in and find out

“Hi Craig.” she said as we passed in the hallway, “remember me?” It
isn’t that I didn’t recognize her, it’s just that I didn’t expect to ever
run into her again. Hilary had graduated from the university some
four or five years earlier, and it is pretty unusual for former
students to return to visit beyond a year or two after graduation.

“Well hello Hilary, what are you doing here?” I replied, a little
surprised, since I didn’t remember her being overly friendly with
me, especially since I was merely on the staff at this university, and
not one of the faculty.

Hilary explained that she had been invited back to give a guest
lecture to the current students on the life of a working actress on the
road with bus and truck musicals.

These are revivals of old standard musicals, usual a performing
vehicle for some fading variety star of twenty years ago, like Robert
Goulet or Debbie Reynolds. They go from city to city playing
anywhere from one day to a couple of weeks. It can mean being on
the road for months at a time. The name comes from the fact that the
scenery travels in a truck, and the performers in a bus. The hours
are long and the work grueling, and the hotel rooms are all the same.
However, the pay can be excellent, and competition for the roles is
tough. If you can last it out on the road for any length of time, you
are good, and you are tough.

And Hilary was tough. When she was a theatre student, she was not
one your stars-in-the-eyes innocent acting students. Quite the
contrary, as the daughter of professional performers, she knew what
it took to succeed, and because of that she worked hard at her craft.
After four years of intense study, she had developed into a talented
singer, actress and dancer.

Her biggest drawback as a performer was that she was small. Petite
is perhaps a better word. Standing barely five feet tall, Hilary was
not the standard show girl type. All the more need for talent and
sheer will to get ahead in the business.

Her small stature was never a drawback in my book. Being on the
short side of average height myself, I always had a preference for
small women. And Hilary fit my ideal almost to a ‘T’. At five foot,
she may have weighted ninety five pounds or so, but her small body
was exquisitely shaped and well packed to boot, her shape reminded
me of Jennifer Grey in Dirty Dancing. When she was still a student
I can remember watching her rehearse, and being fascinated with her
small taut round thighs and her pert tits, that jiggled so nicely
when she danced. My pulse would quicken rise whenever she was
dancing on stage and an actor would lift her so that her costume
would rise to reveal her high round butt encased in lycra and lace.
She was the kind of vision that would occupy both my sleeping and
waking dreams. I spent much of my time back stage watching her
great little ass.

During her student years, I kept my hands (and thoughts) to myself.
Although I was a staff member and not faculty, it still isn’t a good
idea to ‘mess around’ with the students. There is always the danger
of getting tangled in a sexual harassment suit or something similar
that could be detrimental to both ones career and paycheck . None
the less Hilary had been an outgoing student and there were many
occasions that we chatted about this and that or found ourselves in a
group at a restaurant or party. The division between student, faculty
and staff being somewhat less formal in theatre departments than in
other academic fields. In addition, my job as production manager
put me in contact with the students on various levels.

There was more than once in those encounters that she stood very
close to me or accidently rubbed up against me, but at the time I
thought nothing of it, but just enjoyed it, and let it pass. In
retrospect, maybe I should have paid more attention.

We stood and chatted in the hallway for ten or fifteen minutes, she
telling me abut her experiences on the road since she had left school.
I told her of the past plays that we had done over the years.

Suddenly, she looked at me and “Show me the theatre. I’ve got at
least two hours before I speak to the class, and I’d like to have
another look at it after all these years.” I thought that this was a
little strange, considering that she had spent the better part of the
last few years in one theatre or another, but, enjoying her company
and not being one to disappoint a visiting alumni I grabbed my keys
and headed off to the theatre.

The theatre is the large modern auditorium that is used for the big
musicals that are done every year. It seats about 1600 and has a
large stage and a regular rabbit warren of dressing rooms.
The theatre was empty as we walked in on stage, there wasn’t a
show scheduled to move in until later in the week. The cavernous
theatre was totally dark, except for a single lightbulb on a stand in
the center of the stage, and the red glow of the exit signs one
hundred feet distant from the stage.

“You know, Craig, either you are really dense, or I am a total failure
at telegraphing my feelings. When I was a student here I was hot for
your ass, and I did just about everything I could to get you to pay
attention to me. Nothing seemed to work. This time I’m not going to
be so subtile.”

With that comment, she turned, reached up, and kissed me hard on
the mouth, almost ramming her tongue down my throat. In the same
motion she reached down and cupped my cock and balls with her
right hand.

I was surprised, but not so much as to not respond to her advances.
I returned her kiss with an equal passion, and in response began to
caress her ass. I could feel through her skirt that she was wearing
stockings and a garterbelt, but there was no evidence of panties.

“I always wanted you as well” I said breaking from the kiss, “but you
know how it is these days,- students and staff and all that stuff”

“Shut-up!” was the reply, as she rubbed my now growing cock a little
harder, and continued with the deep kisses.

I slid my hand down below the hem of her skirt and ran them up her
thighs beyond the stocking tops. Her flesh was smooth and cool to
my touch and that butt that I had watched so closely in rehearsals
quivered as I ran my hands over it. I gently kneaded her ass cheeks,
and as I did so I realized that she was wearing a g-string made of
some silky fabric, that had a thin ribbon that ran up the crack of her
ass. She shook her butt, rubbed her thighs together and moaned in
my ear as I tugged lightly on the g-string ribbon.

Her hand began to fumble with the zipper of my pants. Within a few
seconds she had released my cock from my pants and began stroking
the now raging hard on. I moved my attention to her small but firm
round breasts. I could feel her nipples harden beneath the fabric of
her bra and blouse. My hand had found its way inside her blouse
and I rolled her nipples between my fingers Her stroking of my
cock continued, occasionally she would squeeze the head, rolling her
hand around as she did so. I was in ecstasy, and Hilary was enjoying
herself as well.

After a few minutes of this, I looked around; here we were standing
in the middle of the darkened stage illuminated only by the single
light that stood about four feet away from us, and me with my prick
hanging out. If anyone were to walk into the theatre now, there
would be no mistaking what was going on, and that would be the
end, job, career, the works

Just as I was about to suggest that we find somewhere else to do this,
she slid down onto her knees, saying, “I always wanted you, and I
always wanted to do this on stage.” With that comment, she gave the
head of my cock a big wet lick and proceeded to suck it with great
abandon.

“Hilary! I want you too, but we can’t do this here.” I protested but
her expert ministrations were clouding my judgment. Despite my
protests, I made no attempt to make her stop. In fact I began to
stroke her blond hair and slowly pump my hips to match the rhythm
of her expert mouth and tongue played as they played upon my dick.
It felt so good that my knees were on the verge of buckling, and my
mind was going blank.

Suddenly she stopped sucking, “You’re right, we can’t do this here”,
she said, “there’s no audience, and besides, we need a little furniture.
I’ve got an idea. Stuff that back in your pants.”

Not sure what she had in mind, I managed to jam my swollen and
sensitive dick back in place and zip my pants. Hilary readjusted her
clothes only slightly.

“Follow me. “she grabbed my hand, and we headed to the back of
the auditorium and out into the lobby.

Perhaps the most striking feature of theatre is the lobby, which is a
large airy space approximately 140 feet long and 40 feet tall. The
outer wall is made entirely of glass that has a mirror finish on the
outside so that people in the theatre can see out, but those on the
outside cannot see in. The lobby fronts a small park like area that is
crossed by foot paths and is a favorite place for students to sun
bathe. It was a beautiful spring afternoon and there were perhaps
forty or fifty people lying about the lawn.

“Here!” she said, pointing to a polished wooden bench along the
outside wall of the lobby of the theatre. The bench that Hilary
pointed out was about one foot from the glass and maybe three feet
from a group of six or eight people lying in the sun. With a dramatic
flair she stepped onto the bench, and lifted her skirt. Shaking her
ass at the one-way mirror and the people beyond it, “I want to have
you right here,” she growled. With one hand she grabbed the top of
her red g-string and gave it a tug upwards which buried the point of
it in the lips of her pussy, tufts of blond hair curling around its edges,
I could see that it was already saturated from her pussy juices.

Taking the initiative I walked up to her and unbuttoned the rest of
the buttons on her blouse, revealing her lace encased tits to the
daylight. With my face now at tit height, I popped the center clasp
on her bra and laid my tongue on her pink nipples. It only took a
moment of licking and nibbling them before they were erect and
turning crimson from the attention.

Hilary was still holding her skirt up around her waist the entire time
that I was paying attention to her tits, she seemed transfixed, lost in
herself. I shifted my attention to he crotch. Gripping the backs of
her thighs I began to lightly chew the fabric of the G-string, she
spread her legs slightly and pushed he pelvis forward to better
accommodate my actions. I found the head of her clit through the
fabric and nibbled. I pulled the fabric aside and began licking and
sucking her clit directly. Her pussy was saturated before I started, it
tasted musty but sweet. Several times her knees nearly buckled as I
worked her pussy.

“Let me sit down, before I fall down.” And with that she sat on the
end of the bench with her crotch right at the edge. I sat on the floor
between her legs, and dived into her pussy again. This time I came
up with a mouthful of her G-string, which I pulled away from her
pussy with my teeth. I worked the damp piece of fabric down her
legs and completely off entirely with my mouth, revealing a blond
encased pussy lips with a rather pink and protruding clit. I returned
my attentions to that clit, licking, nibbling and sucking, occasionally
darting my tongue into her cunt. Hilary’s squirming and bucking
increased in frequency and intensity. She grabbed my hair as if to
hold on, leaving her skirt draped over my head. Finally, she simply
laid back on the bench, too distracted to sit up any longer. This gave
me even better access to her pussy, I positioned her legs over my
shoulders and I began to probe the depths of it with my fingers
while I continued to lick and nibble her clit.

After a few minutes of such attention to her pussy, her hip bucking
changed tempo, her thighs clamped hard around my head and she
forced her cunt down hard on my fingers. She let out a long cry, and
held that position for what must have been thirty seconds. Slowly
she began to relax, her pussy and thighs twitching slightly as she did
so. I knew that I had brought her to orgasm.

During all of this my cock had been pressing hard against my fly,
straining to escape the confines of my pants. I reached down and
undid my belt and fly, finally releasing my cock. It sprung forth
ready, the head almost purple from the internal pressure. I slid
Hilary toward the end of the bench, and lifting her legs in the air, I
plunged my cock into her pussy.

Her pussy was like heaven, hot, wet, and tight. I had fantasized
about her years before, but I never though that I would actually
have an opportunity to actually fill her hot hole, especially under
these circumstances. With her legs in the air I was able to bury my
cock to the hilt with every stroke. Hilary almost howled each time
the head banged into her cervix. I was hot and desperate and the
pace of my fucking was relentless. She kept sliding back on the
bench from the force of the strokes, finally she gripped the end of
the bench to hold herself in place.

We continued at that pace for what seemed to be several minutes.
She was responding to my thrusts with equal intensity I could feel
the cum rising in my dick, but I wasn’t ready to pop my load yet.

“My ass, in my ass!” she panted loudly. I looked around, still unsure
that we wouldn’t be seen through the mirror glass windows. I guess
I was surprised to hear that from her, but on the other hand, I
always remember her as being precocious. I didn’t want to leave the
confines of her pussy, but I slowly withdrew from her cunt.

Hilary stood for a moment, I removed my jacket and laid it on the
floor so that she would have something to kneel on. With that she
knelt facing the end of the bench, and leaned over so that her torso
and tits were laying on the bench. She shifted her ass in to the air a
little higher. Her face was pressed into the bench and she gripped
the sides tightly. Spreading her ass-cheeks, her asshole was staring
at me like a little pink button, surrounded by a few wisps of light
blond hair. She was a small woman to begin with, and I wasn’t sure
that that tight little sphincter could accommodate my regulation size
dick, but, If she wanted it, I was game. Since the lobby of a theatre
isn’t the place you’ll find a tube of K-Y, I reached under her and wet
my hand with some of her pussy juices and rubbed it around on her
asshole as lubrication. With my index finger I massaged around the
rim and gently pushed it into the opening. She moaned a bit and
raised her ass to meet my finger. I worked it in and out for a
moment and then added another finger. She took the second one as
eagerly as she did the first. I added a third. She clamped her
sphincter tightly around all three. I rotated my fingers around and
pumped them in and out, her ass raised to meet the movement of my
hand, and Hilary groaned loudly with every stroke.

Thinking that such an accepting asshole would be a better place for
my cock, I withdrew my fingers and readied my dick for penetration.
I again dipped into her sopping pussy for more lubrication, this time
swabbing my dick head as well as her asshole.

She moaned as I placed the head of my cock against her asshole and
pushed gently. It didn’t give at first in spite of the earlier occupation
of my fingers, so I pushed a little harder, and slowly her sphincter
opened and I watched as the little pink began to accept the tip of
my throbbing dick. All at once it gave and she gasped loudly with
satisfaction as her asshole accepted the head of my cock. She tightly
gripped the edge of the bench as I slowly slid the rest of my length
into her now relaxed ass. It is hard to describe the sensation of her
delectably tight asshole. Different from her pussy, it was hot and
dry, her ass muscles griped my cock tightly as if someone had their
hand wrapped firmly around my dick.

Slowly at first, I began to stroke in and out, she tightened her ass
muscles with each out stroke, relaxing them for the thrust in. I
noticed how the few blond hairs that surrounded her asshole would
stick to my dick in the out stroke, and slide into her ass along with
my dick on the in-stroke. She was still on the high from her
previous orgasm, and she began to shudder, squirm and moan
rapidly as the pace of my strokes into her ass increased. I was
having a little trouble getting a good position behind her, with my
pants down around my knees, and my shoes slipping on the tile floor.
Oblivious to the students sunbathing just five feet from us on the
other side of the window, Hilary began to cry out loudly with each
stroke as I banged in to her butt, at times muttering “yes, yes, do me
fuck my ass!” . It didn’t take long before the incredible sensation of
her heavenly asshole began to take it’s toll. I was visibly shaking
from the effort to keep from coming.

She sensed that I was about to come, and as I began to spurt, she
cried “Pull out, I want to feel your cum on my ass.”. I did as she
instructed. The first two spurts were shot inside her rectum but the
last few shots hit her ass hole and dripped down on her cunt.
cumming more jism than I can ever remember, I was almost
howling with pleasure as I shot my load into and on her. I shook and
groaned with utter satisfaction completely oblivious to the people on
the other side of the window.

Hilary collapsed on to the bench flat on her stomach, with her ass
still pointing into the air. I fell on top of her in exhaustion and lay
there for a moment. “That was terrific” I whispered into her ear.
Then it dawned on me what we had just done. Fucking in the lobby
of a public building. As I began to get up I glanced over to the
window. There were ten or twelve people standing at the window,
with either their ears cupped to the glass, or shielding their eyes
trying to see through the mirror surface. I could see from their
movements the we had been making enough noise that they had
heard us through the glass and were trying to listen to the activities.

Hilary began to gain her composure, I slid back and licked my own
cum off of her pulsing pussy and tongued her ass once for quick
measure. We quickly stood and began to reassemble ourselves. A
little embarrassed at the passion of the moment, we both sheepishly
glanced at each other and smiled. Quickly we dressed, as the
commotion outside the window subsided. There weren’t many words
to say after that performance on both of our parts. As we headed
towards the door of the theatre, Hilary turned to me and said, “I’m
staying with Kay Jenson while I’m here, give me a call after you’re
done with work, and maybe we can find some time to continue our
explorations.”

Kay was the dance instructor for the acting students, and a very
attractive woman… this could be interesting. I would definately
make that call. And with that thought we walk out of the theatre
and into the day light.

To be continued….

Michigan, and my brother and all my uncles worked at the Ford Rouge plant. My

brother was a die maker, and he earned a good living I had always thought that I

could do better, that I could become a scientist or a professor. In high school

I studied very hard and got the top grades, which earned me a partial scholarship

at Wayne State in Detroit, when I graduated from Fordson High. My family could

not help me with the school expenses, so I took on odd jobs. For most of my

undergraduate years I was a bell hop at the Dearborn Inn. My school work and the

job cost me almost eighteen hours a day. My body withstood the grind only

because it was young.

Every morning I rode the streetcar on Warren Avenue, which took me to the

university on Woodward Avenue. Since I am talking about steetcars, you know that

this is a story that happened a long time ago.

I was not a bad looking fellow. In fact, I was a bit cute in a youngish way. I

had blonde hair, a blonde face and a blonde body. But I was rather small. I was

eighteen years old, but people thought that I was fourteen.

My career plans were not certain. Just getting through college would have been

an achievement for me and my family. I chose to study history and German,

although those subjects would not get me far in securing a job with the Ford

Motor Company. I was an innocent boy, who, at age eighteen, was still a virgin.

I had never dated, and girls had never shown much interest in me, perhaps because

I was known then what kids now call a “nerd”. I did not do sports. In high

school I was in the chess club and band. I did not go to the senior prom,

because I did not have a date, and I did not feel bad about it.

Wayne State in the early fifties was, for me, a magical place where I could find

people who thought about things, all kinds of things. It was a working class

university, where people of all ethnic backgrounds were making their first steps

toward middle class professionalism.

I knew so much, yet I was yet so naive. The teaching assistant who conducted our

English 101 class hit upon me, and I let him have his way. I went to his

apartment one day and let him suck on my cock, which felt very good. It was the

first time that I had an orgasm with another person. But then he pushed me down

and forced his cock into my ass, which hurt awfully. I was then no longer a

virgin, but I did not know what I, in fact, really was. I was attracted to

girls, not to guys

There were a couple of girls whom I could have had, if I wanted. One was a stout

girl who was very pushy. On an outing she sang dirty songs and looked

lascivicouly into my face as we rode on the bus. I knew that I could fuck with

her for the first time, but I didn’t want to, because she was a bit gross. The

other girl would let me take her, if I would marry her, even though I didn’t know

her all that well. She thought that I had “character” and that I would make a

good husband. She belonged to an obscure Slavic tribe which valued such things.

The girl had fat thighs.

I remained a virgin throughout my freshman year, jerking off at least once a day.

I considered it sexual therapy In my sophmore year I met Nancy, who was as

socially awkard as I. She was, I must admit, a mousey girl; small, skinny and a

bit disheveled. She was bright, knowing German and French rather well. We were

drawn to each other, although we circled each other, looking for flaws. When we

first met, when we were still strangers, I told her that she would look better,

if she would put her hair into a pony tail. She scowled at me derivisely. But,

the next day, she appeared in class with her mousey hair in a poney tail, and she

seemed to me to be quite attractive.

She came to me. That is the only way I can explain it. She came to me and

waited upon me patiently. I wondered about her. She had put her hair into a

poney tail, and she had put some color on her childish lips. She came to me and

waited for me to accept her. I felt as if I were on the end of a limb. She was

cute, in a small way, I thought. She had no discernable breasts. She stood

before me, looking at me, expecting me to do something. I scarcely knew the

girl, but I knew that I was being presented with an opportuntiy that most guys

would envy.

I was mistaken. She let me touch her face with my fingers, but she refused to

let me touch her anywhere else. All that she wanted to do was to cuddle and to

kiss, which we did for the longest time. We were , obviously, two virgins. I

had fantisized about having a girl who was more experienced than I, who would

teach me how to do “it”. Nancy was certainly not that girl..

We kissed a lot during those first couple of days of our relationship. Nancy let

me fondle her shoulders and upper arms, which were a gaunt as an eleven year

old’s, but she sternly reject my attempts to feel her legs or her chest. We

talked incessently about history and philospohy. She was a philosophy major.

We tried to converse in German, buy my command of the language was not yet

sufficient. We were two “nerds” who had found one another.

After a week together we knew that we were a couple. I told her that I was a

virgin and that I was willing to surrender my virginity to her. Nancy was not

impressed, although she seemed to be a bit amused.. Then she became very

serious. She held my cheeks in both of her hands, her face very close to mine

and she said that she was not a virgin. She explained that in high school she

had had an affair with a classmate, another girl. It had lasted for just three

months, but during that time her partner had penetrated her with her fingers,

ripping her hymen. I was not too disappointed. I told her about my sexual

experience with the teaching assistant the previous year.

We were then more relaxed, having shared our secrets. We kissed with a new

desperation. I ventured to run my hand up to her chest, where I discovered tiny

breasts which were not apparent through her blouse. Nancy did not push my hand

away. I knew then that we were ready for each other; it was just a matter of

patience and timing. I unbuttoned the top of her blouse and inserted my hand,

encountering a bra, which, for Nancy, was entirely needless. I did not know how

to get the garment off, so I had to be satisfied with wriggling my fingers under

it to feel her tittie flesh. I wanted so much more, but we were sitting in my

‘48 Ford, parked in front of her house, and I didn’t have a condom.

Nancy let me run my hand up her leg, under her skirt, as we kissed passionately,

our tongues fully engaged. Her legs were very slender, but her thighs were warm

and soft. I touched her panties, which I found to be damp. I rubbed her until I

could tell from her reaction that I was touching her clitoris. I masturbated the

girl, and she eeked into my mouth, biting my lip in her passion. We cuddled

until she quieted. Then she looked into my face so lovingly. I thought that she

was the most beautiful girl in the entire world. She knew my need, but she had

no experience at all in how to give me relief. She placed her hand on my groin

and gently squeezed my engorged cock. I was so aroused. I urged her to continue

to knead my hard shaft as I burried my face in her hair, holding her tightly. I

came in my tousers, my hand on hers to make sure it was done properly. I nibbled

on her earlobe as I messed myself ecstatically.

Nancy knew what she had accomplished, and she looked into my face grinning. We

kissed some more and then she had to go in. As she got out of the car she poked

her head back in and admonished me to get some condoms.

The next morning, in the men’s room of the Parkmore Bar on the corner of Warren

and Anthony, I retrieved six condoms from the machine on the wall. I felt that I

could use all of them that day. I then took the street car to the university,

where I attended to my classes, looking, also, to catch sight of Nancy. I

finally saw her, and we arranged to have lunch together. over which I informed

her that I now had “protection”. She beamed a lovely smile at me, and our only

problem was where we would be able to do the deed. Certainly not at my house or

at hers, where too many people were about.

That evening Nancy and I drove the Ford out Warren Avenue to Telegraph Road,

where there was a cabin (motel) complex. I was very nervous, when I confronted

the lady at the office counter, but she was so blase. The place was, I later

learned, a notorious “doodle dashing camp”.

Once we were inside the small cabin, most of which was filled with a bed, we

became rather nervous, and we did not know how to proceed. I felt that I should

take charge, although it was not in my nature. I kissed her as we stood beside

the bed, and then I began to unbutton her blouse. I was clumsy in disrobing the

girl, but I managed it and finally she lay on the bed naked. Nancy was almost

scrawny. Her limbs were so slight. I could count her ribs. Her titties, as she

lay flat, were not discernable, but she had a lush bush of pubic hair. I thought

that she was pretty. Her little girl face looked into mine with such trust. I

undressed and soon stood over her naked, my hard cock jutting forward. Nancy

stared at it. I then lay beside her and we embraced.

We kissed and fondled each other. I sucked on her nipples and wanted to explore

her body with my mouth, but she was too eager to have me inside her. She pulled

on me, breathing unevenly, and I came atop her. She positioned my cock at the

opening of her vagina and we pushed together. I delighted at her warm tightness,

but Nancy went completely wild. She set the rhythym of our fucking, which was

almost violent. She scratched my back with her finger nails in her passion and

gave me a hicky on the neck. She groaned with increasing loudness and then

shouted out as her orgasm struck. I pistoned into her, slapping my flesh against

hers, and I came before she was finished. It was a most splendid beginning.

It is 1998 and we are still married.

When he came to, his hands were tied behind his back and he was
sitting on the ground with his back to a tree. He had only been out
a couple of minutes but all hell had broken loose in that short
time.
Sarah and Claire were besieged by dozens of grotesque creatures
just like the one Jonathan had seen. They were all about three feet
tall and hideous. They appeared to be enormously strong for their
size and easily overpowered the shrieking women. The creatures were
naked and their skin was covered with a kind of scaly hide. They
looked all out of proportion. Their ears were large and pointed and
their faces chiseled. They looked like something out of a hellish
nightmare. Their penises were nearly the size of a normal man’s and
all were erect. It added an almost comical touch to see them
walking about with these huge erect organs, but the raw evil in
their faces was enough to make Jonathan gasp and tremble.

“Sooooooo… he waaaaketh. Good. Let him watch…”
The voice Jonathan heard was part hiss, part low growl. He
watched helplessly as the creatures swarmed all over Sarah and
Claire, ripping their clothes away. They laughed and grunted as
they tore the women’s clothes into shreds. Sarah was sobbing as
they grabbed her nude body and dragged her back against a tree.
They put her on her knees and tied her hands and feet behind the
tree. Her bare breasts shook as she cried for help. She called
Jonathan’s name over and over but there wasn’t anything he could do
to save her. When Sarah was secure they turned their attention back
to the squirming nude body of her sister.
Several of the creatures were holding her limbs tight as her
torso struggled. It was useless, they were far stronger than her
and they now numbered in the dozens.
Claire was crouched naked on all fours. Four of the creatures
held her arms and legs tightly while the others were all over her,
pulling at her dangling tits and grabbing clumpfuls of her white
ass.
“We eat welllll… Yum…” The goblin-like creatures poked her
all over. Claire was screaming as they tugged on her soft cunt-hair
and began slapping her wildly thrashing ass. Two of them grabbed
her asscheeks and pulled them wide apart, their fingers digging in
as they stretched her open. Another goblin walked up and, standing,
he thrust his penis into her gaping asshole. They all laughed and
the two holding her asscheeks took turns tugging on her cunt as
their companion fucked away furiously. When he was through he
withdrew his penis from her, then, in a sickening display, he
crouched down and began licking her ass crease from bottom to top.
His long pointed tongue paid particular attention to the rosebud he
had just occupied.
By this time there was a line of at least a dozen creatures
waiting for their turn at her. One by one they fucked her ass while
their companions held her open and rubbed her cunt. Each one
repeated the filthy deed of licking her when he was through. There
were roars of laughter from the goblins as she involuntarily
squirmed and wiggled.
The others were all over the rest of her torso, grabbing and
licking flesh wherever they could find it. “Yummm! Isss gooood!”
A couple of the creatures stayed by the tree with Sarah, pulling
mischievously on her helpless nipples as they watched their
companions climbing all over Claire.
While this was going on, a few of the goblins had been busy
gathering wood and small dead branches for kindling. They dug a pit
and filled it with coals, then piled the kindling around them.
Above the pit they erected a large spit. When Claire saw the spit
she began screaming in panic but the goblins just continued
plugging her helpless ass.
By this time the sun was starting to set. The goblins had been at
Claire’s ass for over an hour. They couldn’t seem to get satisfied,
no matter how many times they had her. Finally the leader gave a
signal and the raping stopped.
The goblin leader looked at the coals which were beginning to
turn white then scurried over till he stood next to the trembling
nude body of Claire. Her teeth were chattering and there was a huge
puddle of her own sticky goo on the ground between her legs. He
reached out a gnarled finger and poked at her a couple of times.
“Mmmm… Yummm… isss goood!” He walked behind her and happily
grabbed handfuls of her white ass, grunting in approval.
“Must be more tender!” He slapped her ass quite hard, causing
Claire to jump and the other creatures to snarl happily.
“More tender! More tender! ” He continued slapping
at her ass while the other creatures gathered around her once more.
They slapped at her wherever they could, concentrating on her meaty
ass cheeks. Dozens and dozens of scaly little hands spanked her as
she was held pinned on all fours.
“Leave her alone!” Jonathan struggled against his bonds. Sarah
looked on in wide-eyed horror at what they were doing to her
sister. The leader walked over to Jonathan and leered at him.
“Keep quiet!” he spat. “Your turn will be next. We make you REAL
tender… hahaha!”
Jonathan gulped and didn’t say a word. He watched the spanking
continue while two of the goblins took a pole and laid it on the
ground near the besieged young woman. Several of the goblins
brought out ropes. They bound her hands behind her and laid her on
her back. They then bent each one of her knees back to her chest
and used a rope to secure each shin to a thigh. With her lying on
her back with her knees bent back and spread wide she was
completely helpless as they prepared her for the spit. Many a young
man would have given all he owned for a glimpse of Claire’s ripe
young body spread like that. Her cunt and ass were wide open and
ready to be stuffed. Several other goblins appeared with handfuls
of what looked like chopped walnuts and raisins. As they stuffed
her cunt and asshole full, other goblins used their knives to cut
Claire’s long blonde hair close to her scalp. Still others grunted
and laughed and clustered about her to happily pluck each golden
hair off her pussy while she squirmed and gasped.
By the time they were through, Claire looked like a delicious
young chicken, ready for the roasting spit! She was sobbing
hysterically as they slipped the spit underneath her and tied it
securely beneath her in several places. Each of her bent knees had
a rope tied to it which ran tightly around her to her hands behind
the pole. This kept her knees spread wide and her bent legs pulled
up and back. She was spread as wide open as she could possibly be
and secured that way on the spit. Her ass was pointing slightly up
and her anus and pussy could been seen stretched wide with stuffing
poking out of them. Another laughing goblin took a pot from the
edge of the coals. He had been heating fat in it. It was very warm,
though not quite burning, and he used a brush to baste her all over
with the warm fat. Sobbing and pleading pitifully, Claire was
hoisted up and the spit set in place over the hot coals. She felt
the heat immediately. It was like lying directly in the sun on a
very warm day.
“… it not so faaaast!” The goblin leader said to Jonathan, who
was watching the proceedings with shock and horror. His eyes were
glued on the nude trussed body of Claire turning slowly on the spit
but he managed to hear the goblin next to him gloat:
“Thisss take long time! Loooong time! Fire low and spit high. She
roast all night, VERY slowly! She beg for veeery long time. Great
fun for goblins!”
Claire was crying hysterically as she hung there from the spit.
She felt the heat on her exposed pussy and nipples as she swung
down, then on her ass and back as the spit rotated her up. She
begged Sarah and Jonathan to save her, but there was nothing either
of them could do but watch helplessly as she was slowly twirled
over the coals. One of the goblins positioned himself by one end of
the spit and each time Claire’s ass was presented to him he slapped
it and yelled “More tender!” Another goblin had a brush on a stick
and he occasionally basted the girl with more fat as she revolved.
Night had fallen and the scene was lit by torches stuck in the
ground. The goblins danced and carried on. The sound of their
festivities was punctuated by the loud crack on Claire’s upturned
ass as she was spanked each revolution. Her hysterical pleadings
amused the goblins as she was very slowly roasted.
The night wore on. An hour later Claire’s white skin had turned
as red as a bad sunburn. A few blisters had appeared on her breasts
which hung down closest to the coals. She was still sobbing and a
new goblin had taken over the spanking duties. The warm fat mixed
with her own sweat and began dripping off her body. It collected on
her nipples and as it dropped onto the coals it hissed and sent
searing steam up at her exposed flesh. She passed out a couple of
times but the goblins held something under her nose to wake her up.
They were clearly enjoying this and wanted to drag it out as long
as possible.
At this time the head goblin trotted over to Jonathan, who was
still tied up under a tree.
“She cook all night… your turn next! Get him ready!”
Jonathan struggled helplessly as other goblins grabbed at him.
His hands were tied tightly behind his back and the goblins used
knives to cut all of his clothing away. Lying on his back he tried
kicking out at them but the goblins grabbed his feet then bent his
knees back against his chest and tied them there. They spread him
wide and ran ropes from his knees around his back so that in short
order he was tied exactly as Claire had been. His ass and genitals
were lifted up and openly presented. He was dragged closer to
Claire so he could lay there and watch her turning.
One of the few female goblins crouched in front of him and began
massaging his shriveled penis to erection. She laughed and snarled
as she saw it grow in her claw-like hands. When he was fully erect
she took a small branch and began lightly rubbing it back and forth
along the underside of his shaft to keep it hard. She hefted his
balls in one hand and hissed:
“Yesssss…. we want these full. These are besssst part of a man!
Veeery Tasty! Mussst be full and big for roasting! Hahahah!”
As she held his balls and massaged his penis, the goblins began
digging another pit next to Claire’s and filling it with coals.
“No! Please!” Jonathan cried.
“Quiet him!” the goblin leader snarled. “We can’t hear the pretty
young female moan!”
A goblin grabbed an apple and unceremoniously stuffed it into
Jonathan’s mouth. He then used a strip of torn clothing around his
head to tie it in place. The female goblin began smacking his ass
now and laughing out “More tender! Hahahah! More tender!
”
She stuffed his anus with chopped nuts and raisins and backed
away as the goblins tied him to the spit and hoisted him over his
own coals exactly as they had done with Claire. As he hung there he
could look over and watch Claire turning next to him. The coals
under him had not had a chance to turn white yet and the heat was
not so intense. He’d be cooking for a much longer time than
Claire…
Just as they had done with Claire, a goblin positioned himself at
the end of the spit and began slapping his upturned ass on each
revolution while another basted him with warm fat. His cock was
still rock hard and the little female goblin stood by and brushed
it occasionally with her branch to keep it that way. His balls hung
low and full as he swung down. He’d be feeling the heat there
first, and also on his widely spread ass.
The two unfortunates twirled side by side, stripped, trussed, and
spanked as they roasted. Jonathan cried silently due to his gag
while Claire was moaning for the goblins’ enjoyment.
Sarah watched all this in complete horror. She couldn’t help but
be fascinated by the lusty sight of Jonathan stripped and spread
before her but the knowledge of what was actually happening to him
and her sister was horrifying. She tried to turn away but the
goblins attending her made her watch while they laughed and fondled
her.
The head goblin leered at Sarah and nodded his head in the
direction of the pits.
“Soooo, they look deelishus, no? We haven’t had humans in a long
time. They don’t come here often. Those two will roast all
night…” He licked his lips as he watched them turning.
Sarah cried and a goblin held her head to make sure she wouldn’t
look away.
“Not for you tonight! No! Those two are plenty for awhile. We
save you for our feast next week. Prepare her!”
Sarah screamed as two goblins wheeled up what looked like a small
dolly. Basically it was a low platform on wheels that was pulled
forward by ropes. They unfastened her from the tree and laid her on
her back on the dolly. She was completely naked and they lifted her
feet up in the air and bent her knees back to her chest. They tied
each of her hands to its corresponding foot and then ran ropes down
to the sides of the dolly to spread her legs wide open. They
fastened the ropes near the head of the dolly so that her ass was
lifted up off the wooden platform, and spread wide.
“Goood! Take her to the cave. Yessss, my sweet! Take a look at
your friends. Next week isss Moon festival. Then you be our
feeeasst! You be tied to spit like your friends and slowly roasted
all night in our cave. The young ones will turn you till you are
done. You are very tender… yessss, but we will make you MORE
tender!”
He slapped hard at her upturned ass and motioned for the other
goblins to take her away. Two of them picked up ropes and began
slowly wheeling her deeper into the woods. One goblin perched
himself right on the dolly between her widely parted thighs and
grinned as he inserted a bony finger into her anus and licked at
her horribly exposed pussy. Occasionally he would remove his finger
and slap her ass, yelling “More tender!” while the other two
grunted and pulled. Sarah couldn’t help but buck and squirm. The
goblin had found her spot and he knew it! Like a mischievous child
the goblin grinned and kept at her, laughing as she moaned and
twisted.
As she was wheeled away she managed to get one last glimpse of
Claire and Jonathan. They both were trussed up like chickens with
their legs pulled up and back. She could hear the slaps on their
asses and the laughing of the goblins as they slowly revolved over
the coals. That would be her in a week! Until then they would enjoy
tormenting her in their cave. The way they had her tied she knew
they’d be at her ass and cunt the whole time, laughing as she
moaned and twisted in her ropes.
Was there any hope? The horses would probably be back at their
respective homes by now. Would there be a search party looking for
them? Even if they were in time to save Claire and Jonathan they’d
never find her in the caves!
As she squirmed under the tormenting finger she knew already that
they’d never be found. Nobody would think to look in the woods.
Nobody ever went in the woods…