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Mnemositis

October 27, 2010 at 5:36 am · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , , , ,

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was a strange man sleeping next to me in my bed.  I must say, I reacted to this discovery pretty calmly.  I didn’t scream or otherwise freak out.

Very gingerly, so as not to wake him, I peeled back the covers and rolled out of bed.  I’d been sleeping naked, as has been my habit since I was a little girl.

For a strange dude asleep in my bed, at least this one was pretty cute.  He had a high forehead and strong cheekbones, and his chin was all bristly with stubble.  His mouth was open slightly, and he snored softly, with one arm thrust out as if to embrace someone who wasn’t there.

I tiptoed into the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth and get my head on straight.  My nipples were tender, as if they’d been sucked on a lot, and my pussy was pleasantly sore and juicy; apparently I’d had fun last night.

There was a post-it stuck to the mirror over the sink, and scrawled in hasty red magic marker:

THREESOME, KEN FROM AL-ANON.

MUCH HOTNESS.

XOXO

ANA

Back in the bedroom, I carefully peeled back the sheets.  Ken was sleeping naked too.  His soft little cock was too cute not to kiss.  As soon as my lips touched it, it twitched and started to swell slightly.  I very lightly traced my tongue across his crinkled scrotum and along the underside of his still-flaccid penis.  He tasted salty and sexy, and his cock continued to swell in a most gratifying way.

He shifted, rolling over onto his back.  His eyes were still closed, and if he wasn’t still completely asleep, he certainly wasn’t quite awake yet either.  His cock was now fully erect, and my boy Kenny was possessed of one very attractive penis.  It was big; long without being too long, fat without being too fat, circumcised with a bulbous well-defined head and the whole thing had an interesting upward curve to it.  My pussy twitched wetly.  I wished I remembered…

I softly swirled my tongue all around the big knobby purple head, exploring the ridges and textures and enjoying his taste.  He swelled even more and I could feel his pulse beating in his cock.  I wanted to eat him.

His big cock flopped wetly against his flat tummy, and his eyes flickered sleepily open.  He smiled slowly and stretched, arching his back like a lazy cat.  I swallowed his hard cock whole.

I loved having that big hot hard living thing in my mouth.  His hands played with my hair as I lavished affection all over his penis with my tongue.  I started bobbing my head slowly up and down, taking as much of him as I could and then releasing him until the head was balanced precariously between my lips, then engulfing him all over again.  He started humping back, matching my tempo, slowly at first and then more and more urgently.

I wrapped the fingers of one hand around the base of his cock and started jerking him off into my mouth, quick little butterfly strokes.  My other hand cupped his balls, gently squeezing him, my fingertips teasing the soft skin of his taint and the dark secret crack where his ass cheeks met.  He was moaning and groaning in the most sexy way, lifting up off the bed to meet my wet mouth.  I released his balls and, still pumping his erection between my thumb and forefinger, I let one exploratory finger slide up between his ass cheeks.

I circled his crinkly little anus with my finger, and the moans and groans increased in volume and urgency, and he started fucking my mouth harder, bucking and thrashing around.  I wanted to taste him, taste him, feel him come.  I pressed my finger up against his hole, and his anus opened up and let my finger slide all the way in to the second knuckle.  He was hot and tight, and I could feel his body pulsing.  With a howl, he arched his back, shoving his cock deep into my mouth, his entire body trembling.  Ignoring my aching shoulder, I jerked his cock as fast as I could, keeping my mouth wrapped around his cock.  He shot off into my mouth, flooding me with his hot, salty-bitter come, his ass spasming and grasping at my probing finger.

At last I released him, licking my lips like a satisfied cat, admiring him lying disheveled on my bed, the picture of a very satisfied man.

He smiled very big and stretched again and rolled over, revealing one of the cutest little white butts I’ve ever had the pleasure of ogling.  I was just starting to wonder how long his turn-around time might be, and whether he’d be at all interested in licking my pussy in the meantime.  Then he saw the clock on my bedside table.

“Oh crap,” he said, sitting up, “I’m going to be late for work if I don’t hustle bunnies!”

I lay on the bed and watched him hurriedly get dressed.  I think that’s so sexy; I love watching a guy –or a girl- get dressed.  I wished that I had time to properly masturbate, but I’d seen the clock too, and I also was running late for work.

“Thanks for everything!” he said, “Last night was amazing, and so was this morning!  I hope we can all get together again soon.  Tell Ana I’ll see her at the next meeting.” He stopped, suddenly unsure of himself, then he kissed me quickly on the lips.  “See you soon!” and he slipped out through the door.

There were three condom wrappers torn open on the bedroom floor.  Daaamn!  I checked the clock.  I had just enough time to take a really fast shower and get dressed.    I thought about whacking off really quick under the hot running water, but I decided to wait.  I wanted to take my time and make it a really good one.

The first thing I saw in the kitchen was the big oversized calendar I didn’t remember taping to the wall.  The days were crossed out in black magic marker.  According to the calendar, it was Wednesday October 13th.  How had it gotten to be Wednesday already?  How had it gotten to be October?

There was a yellow post-it note stuck to today’s date on the calendar: Doc Appt, 3:30.  I didn’t remember making a doctor appointment.

The fridge was covered in yellow post-its.  There was a big pink one front and center with large block lettering on it:

YOU WERE IN A BICYCLE ACCIDENT ON APRIL 16TH.  YOU’RE OK, BUT YOUR MEMORY ISN’T WORKING RIGHT.  LOVE YOU XXX ANA

It sort of made sense, actually.  I couldn’t remember anything.  It was all kind of blurry.

I made coffee, savoring the lingering taste of his maleness in my mouth: salty, sweaty, tangy, musky, comey.

I got on my bike and started pedaling.  The early fall morning was bright and shiny and made my eyes squint.  I got to school just before the tardy bell.  My first class was pre-algebra: 30 fidgety 7th graders, and not one of them looked in the least bit familiar.  Fortunately I had left myself detailed notes, and an excellent lesson plan.  I could get through this day.

Apparently I had packed a brown bag lunch for myself the day before.  I’d have to make sure and do the same thing again tonight before bed.  I couldn’t wait for Ana to get home.  It seemed like forever since I’d seen her.  Did she even still have the same job?

The rest of my classes went by ok: Geometry, Algebra, another Pre-Algebra.  The kids were all strangers to me, but I knew the material and I had left myself excellent notes, so it wasn’t any problem to teach.  I was pretty sure they couldn’t even tell I was winging it.

One of the girls in my 9th grade Algebra II class kept looking at me funny.  It was a hungry, flirtatious, knowing kind of look.  She was kind of goth in a nerdy way (or nerdy in a goth sort of way), smart, and just painfully cute.  Had we done anything together?  That would be unethical and illegal and could get me fired if not actually jailed.  I could totally picture myself sitting on top of my desk while she ate me out, fondling her ripe young breasts while she licked my clit.  I hoped I’d had the good sense not to molest her, but I just didn’t know and she kept staring at me in a way that gave me butterflies in the worst kind of way, a sensation that was not entirely unpleasant.

After the last class let out, I sat down to write myself a detailed set of notes for tomorrows classes, and to let myself know how far we had gotten and what homework I had assigned.  I had some time to kill before my doctor appointment; maybe I had planned it that way.

I was sitting behind my desk, obliviously writing to myself, when I heard the classroom door open and close.  I looked up, and a beautiful raven-haired woman was looking intently at me with smoldering eyes.

Was that Ana?  All of a sudden, I realized that I had no visual memory of her.  I knew she was beautiful, I knew that I loved her, but I couldn’t remember, not even a little bit, what she looked like.  This might be her, coming to pick me up from work, but I really wasn’t sure.

“Ana?” I croaked.

“No, I’m Peggy, Milo’s mother” she said, “We talked for a long time yesterday, and you said you’d like to meet up after school today.  Well, here I am!  You warned me you might not remember…”

She was hot.  Older than me, by maybe ten years, with long dark hair that was almost certainly dyed, and a very tall slender figure that was accentuated by an almost-scandalously short skirt and a tight black sweater that showed off her smallish boobs to their very best advantage.  She wore a bright band of gold on the third finger of her left hand.  Oh Peggy, you are one hot mama!  Are you flirting with me?  Did we flirt yesterday?  Did we do more than just flirt?

“Apparently my memory isn’t functioning properly,” I said smiling politely, “Ever since the accident.”

“That’s what you told me yesterday,” Peggy said, biting her lower lip fetchingly, “Maybe we could continue this conversation in my car.  Can I offer you a ride somewhere?”

She was parked in a corner of the school parking lot, under a big gloriously golden-leafed oak tree.  Her car was an expensive-looking black muscle car, a Mustang or a Camaro or something like that.

We got in.  It seemed to me that sexual tension was absolutely crackling between us.  My pussy was moist and my clit felt swollen and tender.  I wondered if she felt the same way, or if she was really just offering me a friendly ride to the doctor’s office.

She closed the driver’s side door after herself, but didn’t buckle up or start the engine.  She placed her hand lightly on my thigh.  Underneath my grey slacks, inside my panties, my pussy drooled with horny anticipation.

“I haven’t been able to get you off my mind,” she said with a smile that was almost shy.  Her hand, maybe unconsciously, was softly stroking my thigh.  Every time it brushed up toward my crotch, I felt a wave of almost uncontrollably red-hot lust.  “I was thinking about you all day today.”   She smiled again.  Enchanting.  “I thought about you last night before I went to sleep.

“If my husband knew, he’d kill me.  Or else he’d want to watch.  Which might not be an all bad thing either…

The way her hand was petting my thigh was absolutely killing me.  My cunt was swollen and hot and hungry, and I was sure I was soaking all the way through my slacks.  I wanted my clothes to be off.

“Did Milo do ok in class today?” I wracked my mind… Milo: a youngish-looking thirteen year old with glasses and a worried look on his face.  Now that I remembered I could see his mom in him.  I recalled that he’d done well on his homework and had volunteered an answer in class.  I told Peggy and she seemed relieved.

“It’s so weird that you’re his teacher and I’m his mother.  God, if he had any idea…”

Her stroking hand had reached my crotch, softly petting me just above where my clit was screaming ‘TOUCH ME TOUCH ME!!’  I could help myself no more.  I reached over the stick shift and grabbed Peggy’s sweater, pulling her to me and kissing her hard on the lips.

She kissed me back ferociously, her hand finding my breast and squeezing hard.  She tumbled across the gear shift on top of me, her lips mashing into mine.  Fumbling, I found the lever that reclined the passenger seat.

When was the last time I’d fooled around in a car?  I can tell you exactly: it was my junior year of high school, with Mia, this girl on the volleyball team who I wasn’t exactly friends with, but with whom I had a torrid and steamy sex-ridden six-month affair.  We had lost our virginity to each other, late at night, parked at the end of a semi-abandoned dirt road, surrounded by trees and empty beer cans.  It was broad daylight here, and the school parking lot was far from abandoned.  Just that moment, I really didn’t give a shit.

Peggy had both her hands tangled in my hair and was kissing me hard and deep.  Her breasts were pressed up against my own.  Her skirt had fortuitously ridden up, and I let my hands explore her bare legs, feeling their way up her smooth firm thighs and stroking her through her silky panties.

It didn’t take me very long to push her panties aside and let my fingers slip inside.  She was very wet: furry, hot, and slippery.  Two of my fingers slid right up her hungry cunt; my thumb bumped against her hard little clit and she moaned into my mouth.

My fingers were knuckle-deep in her pussy, and she was humping back hard against my hand, but my wrist was in an awkward crampy position, so we rolled over.

I pulled her panties off and tossed them aside.  They were black, of course, lacy and frilly, cut into a high V shape.  She spread her legs wide, resting one high heel on the dashboard, the other flailing off into the steering column.  Peggy’s pussy was revealed to me in all its glory.  She had a mass of black pubic hair, thick and dark and slick with her juices.  She had big, meaty lips that folded open, and her clit stood boldy out, a fat little pea.

Kneeling in the cramped space in front of the passenger seat, I stuck my head between her thighs and started licking joyously.  Her taste was clean, tangy, hot, slippery, sexual.  I loved losing myself into her cunt.  I slurped up and down her pussy, dragging my tongue from her ass cheeks all the way up to her clit and back again.

What Peggy liked best, it turned out, was having her pussy fingered while just the tip of my tongue teased around her swollen clit.  I lost track of how many times she came like that.  More times than I would have thought physically possible, and very loud and violent at that.  Whenever she came, her stomach muscles heaved and flexed, her back arched, her thighs squeezed my head hard, and she let loose with a blood-curdling scream as if she were being murdered.  I just kept fingering and licking and trying to get enough air into my lungs to avoid passing out.

After, I don’t know, ten or twelve of these, three fingers up her pussy, another finger halfway up her butt, my aching tongue dancing around and just brushing against her clitoris, she finally pushed me away gasping “Enough… I can’t take any more!”

I came up, grinning.  My fingers were totally coated in her come, stuck together and dripping off me.  I half expected the car to be surrounded by a crowd of horny students and teachers, drawn from blocks around by Peggy’s screaming orgasms; but the lot was deserted.

“My God…” Peggy said, still out of breath, “You are just amazing!”

I was absolutely squirming for her to get into my pants.  But then I remembered my doctor appointment.  I was already ten minutes late.

“Shit,” Peggy cursed, maneuvering her skirt back down and her way back into the drivers’ seat.  It wasn’t very graceful, but it was cute.  “I’ve got to get back to the house in time to meet Milo when he gets home.  I can drop you off at your doc’s.  Come on!”

She drove me over to the doctor’s office.  It was a short drive, and she left her hand casually in my lap, stoking my leg through my pants.  By the time we got there I was ready to straddle the gear shift and shove it right up my cunt.  I was so wet and turned-on it was ridiculous.

“I’m all booked up the rest of the week,” Peggy told me as she dropped me off, “But we could get together next Monday after school if you like.  I’ll take good care of you next time, I promise.”

“I won’t remember” I said.

“I know.  Write yourself a note.  Thanks again Sexy!” She blew me a kiss and drove away.

I was fifteen minutes late when I checked in with the receptionist.  She told me to have a seat.  I waited there another ten or fifteen minutes.  I passed the time flipping through old news magazines, imagining the people in the pictures naked and squeezing my thighs together, semi-masturbating in the waiting room.

I liked my doctor immensely.  He was a dapper little man in a neat suit who spoke very precisely and came across as caring and intelligent.  He told me that all the tests so far had come back negative, and that he wanted to schedule another CAT scan.  He wrote me an appointment card, told me to post it in a place where I couldn’t miss it.  Then he put his hand on my shoulder.  “Don’t worry,” he said, sounding worried, “We’ll figure this out.  This kind of thing is rarely permanent.”

Outside, the bright October day was clouding over, turning dark and threatening.  There was a chill in the wind, and I wondered if it might not rain.  It was a fairly quick walk home from the doctor’s office.  It was only a mile or so, and the way home took me straight through the park.

The park was forlorn and empty.  In this light all the trees seemed muted and dead.  Dry leaves rustled in the wind.  I realized with a start that I’d left my bike at work, chained up in the rack in front of the school.  Crap, I could be home already!  I’d have to write myself a post-it tonight or tomorrow I’d have no idea where my bike was.

I made eye contact with a fairly cute-looking guy who was walking the other direction.  He smiled at me, a big friendly smile, and I smiled absently back.  He stopped and turned around, and then we were walking together.   He was tall and skinny, in his early twenties, with hair the color of straw.  His hand found mine and our fingers clasped.  I wondered where I knew him from.  There was a highly interesting looking bulge going on in the front of his tight black jeans.

I maneuvered us off the main path and we sat down on a park bench by a little bridge and made out for a while.  He was an aggressive kisser, and that was exactly how I liked it at that moment.  I liked him holding my wrists down and forcing his tongue down my throat and grabbing and squeezing my breasts like silly putty, tormenting my erect nipples through my bra.

I unzipped his pants and fished out his cock.  It was long and thin and uncircumcised.  I started jerking him off, right there in the open.  He leaned back unsnapping his fly, giving me full access.  I tugged his pants down a little bit so his zipper wouldn’t chafe on the goodies.

His cock pointed straight up in the air like an obelisk.  It was exceedingly veiny and seemingly hairless.  As I worked my hand up and down, the scarlet head kept flirtatiously peeking out and then disappearing underneath his foreskin, like a shy little elf.  I found that quite charming.

I lubricated the whole situation with my spit, and cupped his balls against the chilly autumn air with my free hand.  Giving a world-class handjob is like conducting a symphony orchestra.  Again and again I brought him right to the edge, squirming inches from his peak before backing off, only to slowly build up to another crescendo.  I varied my tempo subtly, until he was wordlessly begging for it.  His cock was hot and red and pulsating and his balls were swollen and tight.  I squeezed his dick hard in my hand and began pumping him deliberately faster and faster until there was no going back.  He wailed like a girl and raised his ass off the park bench, fucking toward the sky.  At the very last second I dropped my mouth onto his cock so as to not waste a drop of his come.  I felt his cock twitch violently as he came, squirting and squirting again, filling my mouth with his hot sticky precious juice.

It’s funny how no two people’s come tastes the same.  He was saltier than Ken had been that morning, stronger tasting, but by no means unpleasant.  I savored his flavor, the sensation of having a mouth full of semen before I finally came up for air.

“Wow.” he told me, “Just Wow.”

“I’m kind of embarrassed to say this,” I said, “But I don’t remember your name…”

“I’m Mike,” he said, grinning drunkenly.  “What’s yours?”

“I don’t know you??”

“No,” he said, still grinning, his soft cock lounging out on display for anyone who happened to be walking by, “But I’d love to.  Could I have your phone number?”

“I should really be going.” I said.

“Alright,” he said, “See you around then…”

The rain had started by the time I got home, a cold and soaking rain that glued my shirt to my skin and made my shoes squish on the sidewalk.  I wished I’d packed a rain jacket.  I wished I hadn’t forgotten my bike.

When I let myself into the apartment, there was a beautiful woman standing in the kitchen, trying more-or-less successfully to dig a broken-off cork out of a bottle of wine.  She was all curves and freckles and had red hair pulled back in a pony tail and a sexy butt and outrageously big boobs and an even bigger smile and I knew in a rush of emotion that it was Ana.

“Welcome home!” she said, “I was going to cook us dinner, but then I decided I’d rather order a pizza and fuck.  How was your day?”

I told her everything.  She alternately grinned and tut-tutted.

“Girl,” she said, “You need to be more careful with strange guys you don’t know.  We should get that tattooed on the back of your hand: Ask Him If He Knows Your Name FIRST.

“Was it too weird this morning?  Sorry I didn’t have time to leave a better note.”

“No, it was fine, it was fantastic,” I said, “How about last night?  Was it hot?”  I’d always wanted to have a threesome, but I’d never gotten the chance.

“Oh my god, it was so hot!  We both went down on him, then he fucked me while I ate you out, then he watched while we did a 69, then I got to watch him fuck you.  The guy could just keep going and going.  It was amazing!  I kept licking your clit and making you come on his cock.  I had my finger up your ass while he was fucking your pussy… I could totally feel his cock moving inside you.”

“I’d like to have more than just your finger up my ass… this has been the most sexually frustrating day ever!”

Ana grinned wickedly.  “I think that could be arranged.”  Just then the doorbell rang.  It was our pizza.

Over greasy slice of pepperoni pie, I told Ana about the girl in my algebra class who had been giving me the eye.  “Ana, have I been boinking any fifteen-year old students?”

“Not that you’ve told me,” Ana said, “and you tell me everything.”

After pizza and several glasses of wine, Ana dragged me kicking and screaming into the bedroom.  “I hope they fix your memory soon,” she smirked, “but I hope they don’t fix your sex drive!”

She looked gorgeous naked and I told her so.  Her boobs stood proudly out, huge pink aureole with little dimpled nipples in the center.  Her pussy was shaved bare, which was a new development for me: last I remembered she had a neat little red bush.  I liked the new look.

My panties were an absolute disgrace.  Ana sniffed the soaking wet-come-stained crotch and grinned wickedly as she fumbled with the straps of her harness.

Apparently we’d gotten a new dildo: this one was short and thick and looked more like a goose egg than a penis.  It was off-white and silicone and projected lewdly from her crotch, bobbing slightly as she moved.  “Bend over” she said, and I did.

The sexual tension that had been building in me all day boiled over when I felt her tongue on my ass.  Abandoning any restraint, I came hard and loud and wetly as she tongued my anus.  Her fingers found my pussy, my clit, my asshole, and she played me like an instrument.

When she mounted me, I was more than ready for her.  We didn’t even use any lube, it was all me and her.  With a series of cute little grunts, she worked that fat dildo up my hungry asshole until her crotch was pressed against my butt cheeks, her big breasts squished up against my shoulder blades.  I felt delightfully stretched to the absolute limit, riding a knife-edge of almost unbearable pleasure.  My pussy twitched and gushed, and I squirmed back against the thick dildo in my asshole, savoring the sensations.

She whispered in my ear that she loved me, and proceeded to fuck my ass hard, pulling on my hair and fingering my cunt, making me come over and over again until I was limp as an unstrung marionette.

We carefully disengaged and then I licked her pussy.  Ana has the most beautiful pussy: fat puffy outer lips that press together in a neat and tidy little crease to reveal petite inner labia that are so small they barely exist at all, and a clit that stands out like a miniature cock.  Right now her clit was swollen and livid with excitement and her cunt was beyond wet, oozing come all over her inner thighs, dribbling out in long sticky strands.  I dove in, losing myself in her familiar spice-tinged taste.

I licked all around her clit, the way she likes it, teasing her pussy and her asshole with my fingertips, tormenting her as long as we could stand it before giving over to lust and slurping and finger-fucking her to one violent orgasm after another.

It was great to be back home.

“I love you” I said later on as we snuggled together like a pair of nested spoons.

“I love you too” Ana told me sleepily.

“I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Mmm-hmm.” She was already asleep.

END

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Flirting With Catastrophe

September 21, 2010 at 6:18 am · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , , , , ,

I’d chosen that blouse on purpose because it let my boobs hang out.  Now, as I leaned over the work bench, I felt deliciously self conscious as the front of my shirt gaped open.  I knew he could see my boobies hanging down, and that knowledge made me bold, horny and wet.

“Did you really rape a girl once?”

Uncle Tim sighed and put down the small engine he had been tinkering with.  “No,” he said with a sadness and certainty that made me hate myself for asking, “I have never raped anyone.  Who gave you that idea?”

“Mom.”  Uncle Tim was short, barely half an inch taller than me, but with his shaved head and muscles and all his tattoos he looked powerful and frightening, and I could easily imagine him raping someone.  “She didn’t exactly say so, but she, um, strongly implied it.”

“Ah,” he sighed again, and went back to removing the motor housing.  “I see.  Hand me that screwdriver, wouldja?”

Uncle Tim had huge hands like the paws of a grizzly bear that could be surprisingly delicate.  I could also imagine those hands punching through my bedroom door, shattering the wood, tearing the door off its hinges.  The thought made me shiver.  The words “LETS FUCK” were tattooed across his knuckles in faded blue ink, crisscrossed with a web of thin white scars.  I could easily imagine Uncle Tim raping me, a thought that made my clit twitch and my cunt drool.

“What was it like in prison?” I asked, bending suggestively over the workbench again, just in case he had missed the view the first time.  Under my skirt, the crotch of my panties was wet.  I’d chosen the panties carefully, a skimpy red lacey pair that I thought made my ass look pretty hot when I checked myself out in the mirror.  I’d considered going commando, but chickened out at the last minute.  I wasn’t wearing a bra though.  Even Mom said I didn’t need one.

“It sucked,” he said, not looking at me but fiddling around with the guts of the motor, “It was dehumanizing.  I guess that’s how it’s supposed to be.  Mostly it was incredibly boring.  People would get in fights just to relieve the tedium.  Sometimes it was scary.  Long periods of crushing boredom, punctuated with bouts of ass-clenching terror.  That about sums it up.”

“My mom doesn’t like me hanging out here.”

“No kidding?”

He’d make me suck his dick first.  He’d take me by the hair and force me down on his cock, cramming it into my mouth and down my throat until I choked and then brutally face-fucking me.

I wondered what his penis looked like.  I bet it was like his body: short, but thick and solid.  Uncircumcised, with a bulbous head like a ripe plum, and a compact set of balls.  I wondered if he’d come in my mouth.  I imagined what it would be like to have him flood my mouth with hot sticky semen.  I bet there’d be a ton of it.  I wondered what he sounded like when he came.  Would he call me a bitch, a slut, a fucking whore?  Would he growl like a wild animal?  Or would he come silently, mashing my face into his pubes as he wordlessly pumped hot come down my throat, holding my head in those giant hands until I had swallowed it all?

Uncle Tim seemed to have found the part that was giving him trouble.  He removed it, a tiny little copper fitting, and held it up, squinting at it intensely.  It was amazing how those huge hands with those thick sausage-like fingers could be so careful, so delicate.  I climbed up on the workbench and sat down on the plywood tabletop, casually letting my knees spread apart.  I felt cool air waft up my skirt, caressing my sweaty inner thighs and I knew that if he looked he could see my panties.

“Did you really kill a guy?”

“Is that coming from your mom again?”

“Yeah.”

“No, that’s not true.”  He set down the little bushing or whatever it was, carefully in a little plastic tray.  “I did hurt a man really bad once, and I’m not proud of that.”

He was standing so close to me I could almost feel his body heat.  I could see his package, an enticing lump in the front of his dirty faded blue jeans.  I was helpless down here in the basement with him.  If he wanted to take me, there was nothing I could do about it.

“Is it true that you were a drug addict?”

“Yeah, your mom got that much right.  For a long time I was on dope.  It was easier than coping with reality.   I don’t advise it, but you gotta choose your own path.”

He selected a new part and carefully inserted it into the guts of the torn-open motor.  I spread my legs a little further apart.  My naked calf ‘accidentally’ brushed against his denim-clad leg.  Concentrating on his work, Uncle Tim didn’t even seem to notice.

“So when was the last time you did it with a girl?”

Uncle Tim set down his socket driver and looked at me seriously, like a butcher appraising a slab of meat.

“Are you sure you’re old enough to be asking me that kind of question?”

“How old do you have to be to start knocking over gas stations?”

“Touché.  Ok, fair enough.  But it was liquor stores, not gas stations.  They keep more cash in the till.  And to answer your question, it’s been a very long time since I was with a girl.”

I felt a thrill of terror run up and down my spine, making me shiver deliciously.  My clit felt fat and hot inside my damp panties.  He might take me right there on the work bench, sweeping the tools and parts aside with one brush of his ropey, apelike arm.  He could undress me as I sat on the table, unbuttoning my blouse with his huge clever fingers while I sat mesmerized by his steel grey eyes, unable to protest.  He would take my skirt off, pull my panties down, sniff the wet crotch and smirk crudely at me, knowing me for the horny little slut that I am.  He’d paw at my breasts, fondling me roughly, twisting and pulling on the nipples for the sheer pleasure of making me squirm and cry.

Then he’d get undressed.  He pull of his t-shirt, black with the white logo of some 1980s hardcore band on the front, exposing his pale flesh, his jailhouse tattoos, a wicked-looking half-moon scar across his chest, his flat pink nipples, his beer belly.  He’d pull off his jeans and his underwear, and there would be his cock, jutting out at me like a spear, hard as diamonds, swollen red and eager.

He’d push me down on my back on the tabletop, covering my face with his huge hand, and he’d climb up on top of me.  I’d feel his bulk above me, the heat radiating off his body, his cock brushing against my sopping-wet pussy.  He’d nudge my thighs apart, and I’d be powerless to resist.

His hard steel eyes staring pitilessly into mine, he’d pierce my virgin cunt with one cruel thrust.  It would hurt, but not too much, and even as I screamed into the slab of his hand, the pain would be washed away by waves of pleasure.  He’d fill me up entirely, skewering me with his cock.  He’d take his hand from my face and replace it with his mouth, kissing me forcefully, brutally as he fucked me.  Almost against my will, I’d feel my body responding, fucking back against him.  He’d sense my orgasm coming, and hold back his own climax, torturing me with his cock, fucking me slow, slow, slower, pulling it almost all the way out and waiting for me to beg for it before shoving it back deep inside.  At last when I could bear no more, when the whimpers and cries of fear and distress had been replaced with gasps and screams of pure pleasure, he’d surrender control, fucking my cunt hard and deep and we’d come together, my pussy milking his cock as he pumped gobs and gobs of semen deep deep inside me.

Or maybe he’d want my ass.  After clearing the work bench with one sweep of his giant arm, he’d lift me bodily up and place me on all fours on the table top.  He’d tear the front of my blouse open, scattering buttons all over the cement basement floor so my tits hung down.  He’d pinch and pull the nipples, chuckling as I squealed and tried to pull away.  He’d lift up my skirt, tear my panties off, exposing my secret parts, my wet pussy and my tender little ass.

He’d spread my ass cheeks with those inexorably strong vice-like hands, exposing my most private places, and I’d bury my face in my arms, powerless to resist.  He’d draw his finger all the way down from the base of my spine, along my ass, over my asshole and into my pussy, and he’d chortle out loud as I whimpered and wiggled at his touch.

I’d feel the red-hot pressure of the head of his penis pressing up against my anus, and I’d swallow hard, panting like a steam train, trying to force my body to relax, dizzy with fear and lust.  And then, lubricated with nothing more than spit and my own pussy juice, he’d slide that big fat cock right up my asshole.

The sensation would be unlike anything I’d ever felt before: not painful, but a kind of intensity that I could only just barely stand.  I’d choke out a strangled little scream, and he’d only grunt and shove a little bit more up inside.  By the time I’d feel like I really couldn’t take any more, like I’d burst, like my poor ass would be split in half, he’d kind of sigh and I’d realize that he was all the way up inside me.

I’d reach back to pet my clit, hot and swollen and needy, coated in the slippery juices that were leaking so copiously from my cunt.  He’d be there already though, his huge finger gently caressing my exquisitely sensitive button, drawing tiny little circles on my clit, bringing me right to the edge.

Slowly, very slowly, he’d start fucking my ass as he fingered my clit.  At first he’d barely move.  The sensation would be amazing.  I’d be groaning now, begging for it, humping back against him.  He’d get more and more excited, forgetting to be gentle at all, fucking my ass harder and deeper.  He’d slide one of those huge fingers up my cunt, and then just when I thought I really couldn’t take any more, he’d slide a second one in alongside the first.

He’d whisper my name, over and over in a low throaty growl as he fucked my ass, and his thumb would keep bumping into my engorged clit, totally sending me over the edge.  I’d come on him, a long, drawn-out wailing orgasm, and my spasms would set him off.  He’d fuck my ass hard with abandon, taking his pleasure in my body, ignoring my screams and pulling hard on my hair until he came, shooting his come straight up my butt, his cock twitching as he came, gallons and gallons of semen, and that would make me come again, and then at last he’d collapse on top of me, panting and sweaty, his massive bulk almost crushing me, our bodies pressed together on top of the worktable, his lips in my tangled hair, his hot breath on my neck, his slippery cock between my ass cheeks, a big wet sticky mess.

My panties were really drenched.  “Uncle Tim?”  I desperately hoped I didn’t sound desperate.

He almost had the motor housing reassembled.  “Hmm?”

“Would you like to have sex with me?”

He set the motor down and fixed me with those steel grey eyes, and I experienced another jolt of raw fear.  “Sweety,” he said gently, “Didn’t your mother tell you I’m gay?”

God-dammit!

“Hand me that screwdriver again, wouldja?”  He tightened up the last couple of screws and wiped his greasy hands on his black punk-rock t-shirt.  “Whaddya say we go get lunch?”

Later on, after cheeseburgers down at the diner, as we sat across the table from each other and sipped our Cokes, I once again squirmed under his inscrutable steely gaze.  The tattooed words on his knuckles taunted me.

“I feel like a total asshole” I told him.

“Go easy on yourself Sugar,” he said, “You put it out there, and that counts for a lot in my book.  Hell, you had me halfway there, and I don’t even do girls.”

That made me feel a little better.  That was one of the things I liked best about Uncle Tim; he never talked down to me.  He always treated me like an adult.

“Hey Uncle Tim, if I bought something on the internet, could I have it shipped to your address?”

He raised an eyebrow.  “What, something you wouldn’t want your mother to see?  Sure, no problem.”

We finished our Cokes in silence.

“Uncle Tim,” I asked after the waitress had taken away the bill, “If you could change one thing in your life, what would it be?”

“I wouldn’t have got caught.”

END

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I Like To Watch

August 12, 2010 at 5:51 am · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , , , , , ,

God I love dick!  I’m embarrassed to tell you how young I was when I started checking out boys’ packages and trying to peek up their shorts through the slats in the boardwalk.  For as long as I’ve been sexual, which is almost as long as I can remember, I’ve been fascinated with cock and with the male body in general.

Mom was pretty liberal; she always had some pornography lying around the house. It  was of course fun to look at, but also to show off to horrified girl friends.  Unfortunately it was all pretty soft-core; it was only about female bodies.  That was interesting as far as it went, but what I wanted to see was dicks and lots of ‘em! Big, hard ones being sucked or sliding in and out of wet pussies and tight assholes and shooting come all over the place.  Even back then I had a dirty mind and an active imagination.

My friend Shelly liked dick too.  She had inherited a stack of Playgirl magazines from an older cousin who was gay.  Shelly and I used to leaf through the glossy, stiff pages and whack off till our cunts were sore after school, before her mom came home.  Shelly always wanted for us to play ‘Brad and Angelina’ (I’d be Brad and she’d be Angelina), after looking at the naked guy models and I indulged her in that a few times, but to tell the truth I wasn’t that into it.

Our house was in a subdivision.  Behind the subdivision was a strip mall.  Between our house and the strip mall was a small patch of woods.  In the woods was a little creek that froze over in the winter, and almost dried up in the summer.  A few small fish and crawdads flourished in the creek.  There was also one muddy spot that could, at a stretch, be called a swimming hole.  One summer I made a fabulous discovery; this was where the local teenage boys came to go skinny-dipping.

I remember thinking I had hit the jackpot!  It was a hot August afternoon and there were naked male bodies galore, dick for days!  There were guys I knew from around the neighborhood and guys who were complete strangers to me.  A few wore swim trunks, but most of the boys were letting it all hang out.  There were fat guys, skinny guys, jocks, non-jocks and everything in between.  From my hiding spot behind a fallen log out in the underbrush, I could see them all.  The swimming hole quickly became my favorite place to go on a hot summer afternoon.  I’d lie on my stomach on a soft bed of fallen leaves and stick my hand between my legs where I was already sticky and gooey. I would then masturbate for hours on end to visions of naked teen boys and their dicks.

If summer afternoons were good, then the sultry summer evenings were –at least sometimes– absolutely freaking amazing.  Some nights after dinner, I’d slip away from the house, creep quietly out into the woods and hide behind my log and see what I could see. Sometimes no one was there and I’d go home frustrated.  Other times though…

One night I saw Tommy Flannigan, a kind of fat kid a few years older than me who lived in our cul-de-sac.  He emerged from the woods hand-in-hand with a gangly dark haired girl that I knew was in high school.  They sat by the water for a long time and talked, then they started kissing and making out.  Clothes went flying and pretty soon he was naked and she was topless. She had a pretty nice set of big bouncing boobies too.  Her head dropped into his lap and bounced up and down and I knew she was sucking him.  Knowing that she was sucking his dick made me extra wet.  I heard him come with a long, drawn-out cry like a wild animal and I brought myself off at almost the same moment, grinding against my clit and squirming in the rustling loam.  It was the most amazingly erotic thing I had ever witnessed.

Another night, two older boys snuck into the clearing.  I think they were both on the football team.  They didn’t waste a lot of time on conversation; they started kissing and pulling off each other’s clothes right away.  They both had fine, chiseled athletes bodies and my pussy was instantly drenched.  I could see their hard, erect cocks bobbing and waggling in the dusky light; this was the first time I had ever seen a real live erection on a real live boy and I was getting double action.  It was awesome!

The guys lay down on the ground together, and from the sound of things, they were having a really good time. Herein lay the problem: what they were doing was sexy as hell and I had a slippery pussy and a rock-hard clit to prove it, but I couldn’t see any of the details.  I couldn’t see any of the good stuff. I was pretty sure that one of my hot football jocks was getting butt-fucked, but my hiding place was too far away and close to the ground to give me a good shot of the action.  I had to content myself with a view of a pale, humping butt, occasional yummy glimpses of full-frontal male nudity, and their moans, groans and sighs of pleasure.  It’s not that it wasn’t sexy as all fuck, it was that I was greedy.  I wanted more.

It was a sticky, cloudy, humid Wednesday afternoon.  It had been raining on and off all morning but the rain did nothing to break the humidity.  A thunderstorm was brewing up, but wasn’t there yet. There would be no one down at the swimming hole today.  I was up in the old tree house, catching up on my reading (one-handed reading that is, I was perusing the dirtier parts of a smutty novel I had found buried in my mom’s bookshelf).  I happened to glance up from the novel just as my brother Troy walked into his bedroom.  The tree house was just outside Troy’s room and he had his windows thrown wide open in the hope of catching some breeze.  Normally I wouldn’t have looked twice, but I saw the book that Troy had in one hand.  I knew that book.  It was one of my mom’s books of erotic photography.  It was a big, hard bound volume with full-page black-and-white glossy photographs of beautiful naked women.  They were all nude, lounging around in erotic, suggestive poses, their big round breasts, shapely asses and hairy pussies all on display.  Some of them even had their legs spread wide open.

Troy was my older brother.  Aside from being a dork and kind of bossy and full of himself, he was pretty ok.  He was going into his senior year of high school that fall.  He wasn’t a bad looking guy at all; tall and slender, he ran cross country and track.  But, he was my brother.  Ewww.

Or maybe not so ewww?  He peeled off his shirt and kicked away his jeans and sat down on the bed.  He looked really cute in his tighty-whities.  Even if he was my own brother, it couldn’t hurt to just watch…

He lay down on his stomach and started leafing through the pages.  I had looked through that particular book before and it was pretty sexy stuff, if you were into looking at naked women. Troy’s little butt looked really sexy in those tight underpants of his.  I mean, he was my doofus older brother and all, but at that point I didn’t care.  I just wanted to see him get naked. I could feel myself getting all gooshy and wet inside my panties.  Troy stuck one hand underneath his body and I knew exactly what he was doing.  I already had a hand of my own down my shorts; my pussy was already primed from reading the smutty book; my clit was screaming “Oh please, please, please…”

Then he rolled over onto his side.  Thank God he rolled over so that he was facing the window.  I don’t know what I would have done if he’d kept his back to me; probably died of frustration, I think. Christ, now I could see everything!  It was almost like being in the room with him.  I could see his little brown boy nipples with a few strands of wispy dark hair curling around them.  I could see his flat tummy, his belly button and the exciting little treasure trail that lead invitingly down into his underpants.  Jesus!  I could clearly see his package bulging underneath the briefs!  His cock was clearly erect and straining to get out, making an impressive tent in the white cotton fabric.  I held my breath.

He turned a page in the book and hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear. The he pulled them down and all the goodies came flopping right out!  With a kick he sent his briefs flying across the room and there he was in all his naked glory.  Framed by an unruly black pubic triangle, his balls hung lazy and fat in the summer heat.  His hard cock jutted eagerly out from its base and the head was all swollen and purple a drop of moisture glistening at the tip.  It was glorious!  Did all boys have penises that big and delicious-looking?  I suspected not.  I suspected that my big brother was hung.

Off came my shorts and panties, and I let my fingers do the walking.  I was soaking down there, all slick and slippery.  I mean I was really drenched!  Joy juice was flowing out of my cunt and running down between my butt cheeks.  I parted my labia and spread my juices all around, teasing myself while enjoying the show.

Down in his bedroom, Troy had his cock in hand and was stroking himself.  God it looked so sexy!  I matched him move for move, as he masturbated.  Sometimes he pumped faster, sometimes painfully slowly. Sometimes he seemed to grasp his cock tight as if choking it and sometimes he barely petted it with his thumb and forefinger.  I followed along on my red-hot clit.  It was almost as if he knew I was watching and was tormenting me on purpose.  He kept me teetering on the edge of one massive orgasm.  The longer he held off, the bigger and redder his cock became until it looked like it must be ready to burst.

My tits demanded freedom.  I pulled off my tank top and now I was naked too. My eyes were glued to my brother’s bedroom window, not ten feet from my perch and my fingers were busy on my increasingly needy clit. He rolled over onto his back at this point and the rhythm changed, becoming stronger and more purposeful.  His cocked looked even bigger like that, pointing straight up in the air.  I tried to imaging what it would be like to have such a thing inside me. He lolled his head back and arched his back, lifting his butt up off the bed while his hand maintained that steady jackhammer pace and I knew it was time.  I fiddled my clit furiously as I watched and waited for him to come, determined not to miss any juicy details.

His tempo increased, faster and faster. Troy’s eyes were clenched tight as he bit down hard on his lower lip, I could see his balls were a tight knot and then it happened.  His body went rigid and I could see every muscle clench.  His hand was frozen for a second and I swear I saw his cock pulse as he then erupted, sending a perfect arc of pearly white boy come all the way up to his chest.  His hand resumed pumping again, less urgently now as more and more come oozed out. It formed a puddle on his tummy, leaking out of his shrinking penis in a long, sticky, sexy stream.

I finally let myself go and the climax was well worth all the build up.  I had to bite down hard not to scream out loud.  My entire body shook with the release, my pussy gasping and my clit distended.  I gasped for air and made animal growling noises as I clenched my hand in the hot, sticky place between my legs.  It felt like my clit would just about pop off if I let go.  It was the best orgasm I had ever had.

I never caught Troy masturbating again, though I certainly tried.  I did see him naked a few times, which was a thrill, but then fall came and the temperature cooled off. All the boys stopped skinny-dipping at the swimming hole and Troy’s bedroom window stayed closed with the curtains drawn.

I toyed with the idea of tapping on his door some evening, but I couldn’t really imagine the conversation we’d have…“Hey Troy, it’s me, you’re dorky kid sister.  I was wondering if you would, you know, whack off while I watch?  If you wanted to you could come on my face or on my tits or whatever.”  Nope, that was too weird.  Way too weird.

*

Two and a half years later.  I was alone in the house, fooling around on the computer when the phone rang.  It was Troy, calling home from college.

“Oh, hey Sis.  What are you up to?” he asked.

“Oh you know, just sitting in front of the computer, watching some internet porn.” I don’t know why I answered the way I did.  I told him the truth; it just sort of rolled off my tongue. There was a long, silent pause.

“Seriously?  That’s what you’re doing right now?”

“Yeah,” I replied, matter of factly.

“What are you looking at?” Troy asked.

I told him.  I was watching a video of a blonde chick with big tits getting double fucked by a couple of gross looking guys with big dicks and crew cuts.

“Wow–” Troy said, “Is it weird that I think it’s really hot you’re telling me this?”

“I don’t know,” I answered truthfully.

“Are you masturbating?”

“A little,” I admitted.  In fact my skirt was already hiked up around my waist, and my fingers had been kind of busy inside my panties for quite some time already.

“Wow–” Troy repeated, “this might sound really weird, but knowing that makes me really hard.”

“Really?” I asked him.

“Yeah.”

“I wish I could see just how hard,” I said.  My pussy was all of a sudden drenched and my panties were soaked right through.

There was another long pause.  I could hear Troy breathing on the other end of the line.  I had paused the video I was masturbating to when I answered the phone and I looked up at the screen. The blonde chick was frozen in time, her eyes half shut and her mouth stretched open, full of dick, while one of the redneck dudes fucked her pussy from behind.

“My laptop has a camera built into it,” Troy said at last, breaking the silence just as the tension had become unbearable and the pause unsustainable. “Did you really want to see?”

“Fuck Yeah!” I answered immediately.

“Ok, hold on.” Troy set down his phone and I could hear him moving around his dorm room.  “Ok, I’ve got the laptop on… here goes!”

He gave me his email address and I opened a window on my computer.  The image flickered for a second, then resolved.  There he was, in glorious living hi-res video; my older brother, sitting shirtless behind his desk in his messy dorm room with his beautiful big dick pointing straight up at the ceiling.

“Fuck yeah…” I whispered into the phone, “that is so hot.  Can I see it up close?”

Troy obliged, standing up and presenting his cock to the lens of his camera.  It was great!  I could see everything, every little detail; the bulging veins, the curvaceous head and the soft, curly hairs.  Troy really had the most aesthetically pleasing cock I had ever seen; shape, form, and size-wise it was absolutely perfect.

“It’s beautiful,” I said into the handset.

“Thank you,” he replied a little bashfully, “I wish I could see you right now.”

“We don’t have a webcam on the computer,” I said and Troy nodded, “but I could take a picture with my cell phone and send it to you.”

I grabbed my cell phone, which was sitting on the desk next to the keyboard. I spread my legs wide apart, pointed the phone at my crotch and snapped a picture.

You could totally see the outline of my pussy.  A few stray hairs peeked out.  I was wearing grey panties and there was a big dark splotch where my wetness had seeped through.  Even I thought it looked sexy.

I sent the photo to Troy’s email address.  The look on his face when he opened the file gave me a huge rush.

“Oh my god Sis, that is so fucking hot… do you mind if I masturbate?”

“Hold on one sec–”  I yanked down my panties and kicked them off my ankles.  Pointing the phone once more at my crotch, I snapped another picture.

This one was absolutely pornographic, hard-core.  You could totally see the girl-juice oozing out of my pussy. The hair was slick and wet, the lips puffy and pouting open.  You could even see my little pink clitoris peeking out.  It is always amazing to me that something so tiny can produce such intense sensations! I emailed Troy the photo of my naked cunt.

Troy took a sharp breath in when he opened the picture.  His hand started moving up and down on his cock.  I was practically drooling!  I loved watching him masturbate and I loved that he knew I was watching him do it.

“I want to see your tits,” Troy gasped over the receiver.

I didn’t think that my boobs were all that and then some, but I obliged him, pulling off my shirt and taking pictures with my cell phone. I sent him one first with my bra on and then with bra off.

I snapped more pictures and emailed them over to him as fast as I could take them.  Some of them were a little blurry and out of focus, but Troy didn’t seem to mind.  He was masturbating in earnest now and I was right there with him.

I shoved two fingers right up my cunt, all the way up to the knuckles.  I was so hot and turned-on they slid easily in.  When I pulled them out, my fingers were thoroughly coated in clearish goo.  I took a close-up of my slippery fingers and sent it to Troy.

“Oh my God,” he said. “Hold on one second!”  He got up from his desk, his erect cock waving around like an obscene flagpole.  He disappeared out of the camera’s field of vision.  A couple seconds later he came back into view holding something that looked a little like a small silver rocket ship.

Holy Shit.

He turned around, showing his backside to the camera and spread his cheeks apart.  I caught a fleeting glimpse of his cute little asshole and then he was working the vibrator up inside.  I masturbated furiously.

When it was all the way up his butt, he turned around so he was in profile to the camera.  I had a perfect view of his cock.  It looked delicious that way, long and proud, curving slightly upward and practically pulsating as his big balls gathered up tight underneath. One hand was pumping his cock, the other was hold the vibrator in place up his ass.  My pussy was making squooshy noises as I vigorously rubbed up and down the front of my sex, stimulating my clit.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna come!” Troy groaned.

I was right there with him.

With his ass clenched and his back arched, Troy’s dick seemed to swell like a balloon about to burst, and then he shot off with a loud, erotic groan, squirting out gobs and gobs of delicious-looking boy juice.  I gave myself over to pleasure, spreading my legs as wide as they would go and grinding on my clit, moaning into the phone as a massive orgasm wracked through my body.

After that, we just panted at each other over the phone line for a minute.  I lazily watched a big fat drop of come slowly ooze out of the end of Troy’s softening cock.

“Wow,” Troy said, “that was intense.”

“Yeah it was,” I said back.

“That was fun–”

“Yeah, really fun,” I agreed.

“But kind of weird, right?” he added.

“Yeah, a little.”

“We should do this again sometime,” Troy said.

We never did though.

*

After he graduated from college, Troy moved to New York City.  He got an apartment in Brooklyn and started dating this girl called Mel.  Mel was a cute black chick with milk-chocolate skin and spunky dreads.  She was short and very curvaceous, with big boobs and an even bigger gap-toothed smile.

If Mom was at all upset or concerned that her son was dating a black girl, she hid it pretty well.  Mel always seemed kind of shy when she came over for dinner, or when I saw her at family functions.  She was kind of quiet but always very polite and well spoken.  She seemed really nice.  She had a degree in biochemistry.

One Friday afternoon, Troy called my cell phone.

“Hey Sis,” he said, “I was thinking about asking you a favor.  You don’t have to if it’s too weird–”

Well that certainly got my attention.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Well, Mel and I just got a new digital video recorder and we were wondering if maybe you’d like to come down to the city this weekend and help us make a video.”

“What kind of video?” I asked.

“Um, we were hoping you’d shoot a video of the two of us in action.”

Say no more.  I was so there!  The next morning found me on a train bound for New York City. When I arrived at their apartment Mel answered the door wearing comfy-looking sweat pants and an oversized black t-shirt.  She gave me a big, warm hug, “I’m so glad you agreed to do this!” she beamed.

Troy was there too, looking delectable in jeans and a tight t-shirt.   “Are you thirsty?  Can I get you anything?” he asked.

“No,” I said, “Let’s just get started!”

Troy handed me the video camera.  It looked expensive and fit nicely into the palm of my hand.

“We’ll go into the bathroom and get undressed.” Troy said. “Wait like three minutes, and then come on in with the camera running.”

Giggling, they went into the bathroom together, and closed the door behind.  I heard the sound of water running.  I faithfully waited, watching the clock in my cell phone.  When exactly three minutes had passed by, I turned on the camera, pressed the record button, and went on in. I carefully stepped over a pile of clothes.  The shower curtain was drawn, and Troy and Mel were naked under the spray of water coming out of the shower head.

Troy’s dick wasn’t really hard yet, but it was already well on it’s way.  He looked great all naked and wet with water beading up on his skin.  I liked the way his body had matured since he was a teen.

Mel’s breasts were large, but perky, angling slightly up and out.  She had big, dark brown nipples that were very prominent.  She was voluptuous, with a gently rounded belly and muscular legs. Her pussy was bald, shaved or waxed completely bare.  This was the first time I’d seen such a thing in person; I’d seen plenty of shaved pussies in porn of course, but not in real life.  Her plump outer lips mashed together invitingly.

They were kissing and making out in the shower.  I loved the contrast of their skins; his white hands on her big brown breasts, her dark hands on his pale cock and balls.  I zoomed in with the camera on Troy’s crotch and recorded in close-up as Mel manipulated his dick into a full-blown erection. This was wild, sexy as hell and I was loving it.  I was inches away from the action and I could see everything.

Mel winked and flashed me a big gap-toothed grin.  I panned back as she slid her breasts down Troy’s body until she was on her knees in the bathtub.  She dove right in, kissing, licking, slurping, and enthusiastically swallowing my brother’s erection while I filmed.

Her head bobbed up and down on his dick as her big full lips wrapped around his hard cock. Her hands were squeezing his butt, playing with his balls and occasionally stroking his shaft as Troy leaned back against the tile wall, his head lolling back with pleasure.

Then Mel pulled slowly back, letting Troy’s cock slowly, slowly escape her clinging lips and her cheeks pinched as if she were trying to suck a very thick milkshake through a straw.  At last only the head was left in her mouth.  She finally released his swollen purple head with a loud *pop* that made his wet cock jiggle and dance.  With a gratuitous leer, she stuck out her tongue and slurped the underside of his dick all the way from the balls to the pee hole.

Next, she spun Troy around so that he was facing the shower wall and his cute little white butt was right up in her face.  Teasingly, she licking and fondled his ball sac from behind, making his testicles dance.  She spread his butt cheeks apart and I captured a nice shot of my big brother’s crinkled anus.  Then Mel dove right in and started loudly and joyously rimming him, reaching around his front and jerking him off while she licked his asshole.

Troy was moaning and groaning with pleasure.  It looked so fucking hot!  I was soaking wet inside my panties.

“Oh God Mel,” Troy croaked out, “you’re gonna make me fucking come!”

She immediately ceased what she was doing and stood up pressing her voluptuous chocolate body against Troy’s back. She rubbed her smooth juicy pussy against his thighs as she nibbled his ear and fondled his buns.

“Let’s move into the bedroom,” Mel suggested, her hand full of Troy’s balls and her thumb halfway up his butt.

I paused the camera as they did a very quick towel off and then all three of us piled out across the apartment and into their bedroom.  Troy’s dick was sticking straight out, wiggling back and forth as he ran.  It was even bigger and harder and more delicious-looking than I remembered.  I surreptitiously stuck my hand up my skirt and inside my panties.  My pussy was sopping wet.

I pressed the record button again.  Mel flopped down on the bed, scooted a pillow under her ass and spread her legs wide open.  I brought the camera in for a close-up shot of her pussy.  She had a very beautiful cunt; if you were into pussy it would have been absolutely mouth watering.  She was all soft brown skin and slick and swollen purple girl parts. Joy juice leaked copiously out of her.  Her big pink clit poked expectantly out, practically throbbing with anticipation.

Troy landed on the bed between Mel’s smooth thighs, and cupped his hands under her butt as he started licking her pussy.  Troy was an enthusiastic cunnilingist, and Mel was soon squirming and wiggling as he tongued her.  She was absolutely beaming, “Oh baby!  Oh yeah you lick me so good!  Oh yeah baby, that feels amazing!”

It did look pretty hot!  Troy was really into it too.  I liked the slurping and smacking noises they were making as he ate her out and I liked seeing his cute pale ass and muscular shoulders.  Mel’s tits were pan-caked and they jiggled in time with his slurping, which looked pretty nice too.

Mel dug her fingers into my brother’s hair, pulling him hard against her pussy and proceeded to have a very long and loud thrashing orgasm right on his face.  I was almost jealous. When she stopped shaking Troy climbed up from between her thighs.  His face was glowing, slick with her juices.  He got up on his knees and nosed his naked cock right up against her hungry opening.

“Are you ready for it baby?” Troy teased, as I zoomed in tight on his engorged cock nuzzling against her pussy lips.

“Oh yeah!” Mel replied, “fuck me now!  Fuck me good and hard!”

As I recorded the action in high-definition  electronically-stabilized video, Troy slowly sank the entire length and girth of his glorious cock into Mel’s juicy pussy.  As his cock slid in and out of her, Mel’s pussy seemed to bulge greedily around his thickness and to grasp hungrily at his dick as he fucked her. This was way better than any porno I had ever seen.  They were both losing themselves in the sex, clasping their hands and making sexy little noises as they fucked.  I pulled back to get a hotter angle.

“Oh yeah,” Mel gasped, “flip me over and fuck me from behind!”

Troy happily complied.  When he pulled out of her, his dick was totally coated in her come.  Mel got up on all fours with her rump thrust up and boobs hanging down as Troy fucked her doggy style.  I got some sweet shots of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy while his thumb was toying with her asshole.  The expression on their faces as they fucked like that was pretty priceless.  I wondered if I could make a career out of being a pornographer.

“Stick it up my asshole baby,” Mel whispered hoarsely, “Come on and fuck me in the butt!”

Mel fell forward so her breasts were resting on the bed and one side of her face was pressed against the sheets.  Her ass was high and on full display.  Troy spread her milk chocolate ass cheeks apart, exposing her winking little anus.  His cock was all slick with her juices and looked like it was red hot and ready to explode.  The purple veins stood out and I could actually see his pulse twitching and the proud helmet-shaped head was a lurid red.

He nosed the end of his dick up to her asshole, pressing up against her.  From this perspective his cock looked huge; there was no way, I thought, it would fit up inside that tiny little hole.

“Hurry up!” Mel rasped,.  Her fingers were already squishing  busily over her clit, “Fuck my ass now!”

Troy eased his dick into her as her ass seemed to eat him up.  At last, his balls were pressed up against Mel’s soft pillow-like ass cheeks.

“Oh fuck, I can’t hold on!” Troy wailed, “I’m going to come in your asshole!”

“Oh yeah Baby, come inside me!  I’m coming too!  Oh shit yeah, I’m commming!!”  Mel’s fingers were strumming her clit furiously.

Troy bucked, thrusting powerfully in and out before shouting out loud like a pouncing jaguar and burying himself deep inside her ass.  He collapsed with sweat on top of Mel as she shook and gasped her way through a long, hard orgasm of her own.

I pulled the camera back, leaving them stickily entwined together on the bed, Troy’s dick still captured up Mel’s butt.  As she lay there breathing hard Troy played with her hair, softly whispering and kissing her ears and neck.

Later on, after they had cleaned up, showered again and gotten dressed, we were all hanging out in the living room.  Troy and Mel sat together on the couch, while I lounged in a big purple easy chair.  We were all drinking ice-cold beers fresh out of the refrigerator.

“That was really hot.” Troy said.

“Yeah it was!” I agreed.  I couldn’t wait to go home and masturbate, hopefully to a copy of the video I had just shot.

“That was so sexy!” Mel said taking a swig of her beer, “I can’t wait to watch the video.”

“So, we were thinking,” Troy said, “Maybe in a while I could film while you and Mel got it on?”

“Or maybe,” Mel chimed in, “I could hold the camera while you and your brother fool around?”

I thought seriously about it for about a minute.  The idea was tempting, for sure.

“No thanks,” I said at last, “I just like to watch.”

END

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August 8, 2009 at 1:02 pm · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , , ,

It was raining in the city, and the subway was crowded and slow, and I was nearly late for my first appointment.  I’d been warned that I should be there fifteen minutes early the first time; I walked into the office right at the stroke of eight, thoroughly disheveled and dripping wet.

The receptionist was a dowdy-looking middle-aged Jewish lady with a thick Brooklyn accent and bifocals.  She had a long series of forms for me to fill out: past medical history, billing information, consent and release papers, etc. This was all mildly annoying because I’d already filled out most of them online already.  When I was done, I handed the clipboard back to the frizzy-haired receptionist, who went over my paperwork with a red pen, checking boxes off.

“Marks or no?”

“I’m sorry?” I said.

Receptionist pushed back her glasses and looked up at me.  “Can we leave marks and bruises on your skin, or would you prefer there be none?”

“Oh…” I looked guiltily down at the ring on the fourth finger of my left hand.  “Marks and bruises are fine… as long they’re under my regular clothes.”

“Of course.”  Receptionist stifled a yawn, took my credit card, ran it through the machine, and gave it back to me.  She reminded me of the grandmother I’d never met, and I felt vaguely self conscious knowing that she’d just read through the intensely personal questionnaire I’d just filled out.  (Date of last menstruation? Anal penetration y/n? Any phobias; piercings, allergies? Aversion to urine or other bodily fluids?) “You can go in now.  First door on the right.  The doctor will see you shortly.”

I swallowed hard and headed for the corridor behind the receptionist’s desk.

“Take your coat!” Delia (I only learned her name later) called after me, “Our clients leave through a separate exit.”  She pronounced every syllable of ‘separate’ distinctly.  “Enjoy your visit Honey.”

Heart fluttering like a butterfly, I scooped up my wet rain jacket and bustled past Delia’s desk into the beige-carpeted hallway.  Going through the first door on the right, I found myself alone in a small, nearly bare room that smelled faintly of bleach.  The floor was hard and cold, tiny white tiles, and there was a drain near the center of the room.  There was a d-ring on a steel plate bolted into the floor.  The only furniture was a black folding chair, a medical-looking cabinet, and a coat rack.  I sat down on the chair with my jacket wadded up in my lap, and waited.

After what seemed like a long time, but was probably only five minutes, the door opened and an efficient young black woman in a lab coat came in.  She introduced herself as Elka and asked me to disrobe.  She was about my age, slender and attractive, and spoke with a faint accent that I couldn’t place.  Egyptian?  Peruvian?

Feeling her eyes on me, I stood up and started undressing.  I stepped out of my shoes, pulled off my blouse and skirt.  I looked over at her and she nodded.  I unsnapped my bra, and stepped out of my panties.

“Very good.” Elka said nodding, and I took it as a compliment and flushed.  The air in the room was cold.  “You may hang up your clothing or fold them on the chair.”  I did so.  “Now I have to get you ready.  You will kneel please?”

I got down on my knees.  The tile was cold and hard on my flesh.  Elka opened the cabinet and pulled a few items out.  “I have to secure you, yes?”  She fastened my wrists behind my back with velcro restraints.  She placed a studded leather dog collar around my throat.  Then she took out a heavy chain with snaphooks on both ends.  She fastened one end to the d-ring in the floor, the other to the collar around my neck.  It was just long enough to allow me to kneel upright.

“Comfortable?” she asked.  I nodded.  “The doctor will see you shortly.”  She smiled, a big friendly smile full of perfect white teeth, and she left the room, closing the door behind herself.

I waited another eternity.  My skin was goose-bumpy and I kind of had to pee, and my knees ached on the hard tile.  Finally the door opened again and the doctor entered the room.  He wasn’t what I had expected at all: he was a cherubic little man in a tweed suit, maybe fifty or so, plump and balding with rosy cheeks and delicate round eyeglasses and a perpetually amused smile on his face.

“So what brings you in to see us today?” he asked as he put on a pair of latex gloves.  He had the faint New Yawk accent of an educated native.

“It’s complicated…”

“Of course it is.”  He snapped the latex gloves around his wrists and started rummaging through the cabinet behind me, just out of my sight.  “It’s always complicated.  Hopefully you will find what we do here interesting and you will want to come back.  Then we can get to know each other a little better and start to understand your reasons for coming here in the first place.  What do you say we start with an enema?”

Naked, collared, and chained to the floor, I was in no position to argue.  And anyway, arguing would have been contrary to the purpose of my visit.  Nonetheless, I had never had an enema before, and I felt a rush of self-consciousness and nervous excitement.

The doctor lubed up my anus with his latex-covered fingers.  I felt myself blushing all over.  I had never felt so naked before, so vulnerable and exposed.

He shortened my chain so I was bent over with my face pressed against the tile floor and slipped the rubber nozzle into my asshole.  I realized that I had become intensely physically excited: my clit was swollen and tender and my pussy felt juicy and the sensation of the enema nozzle in my butt only exacerbated my condition.

The black girl, Elka, knocked once and entered the room pushing a rolling stand from which hung and improbably large bag of clear fluid.  The doctor connected a hose, turned a valve, and said “I’ll be back in a moment.”

The two left brusquely, leaving me alone, kneeling with a chain clipped to the collar ‘round my neck and my cheek resting on the cold tile of the floor.  I immediately felt the warm, soapy water start to invade my body.

At first the sensation was relaxing, even pleasurable.  I was still excited from being so exposed in front of the doctor, and I discovered that by squeezing my thighs together, I could stimulate my horny clit.  Not enough to get myself off or anything, but it felt nice.

Then I started to get worried.  I was feeling bloated, full beyond full.  I didn’t think I could take much more, and I really didn’t want to have an accident.  The pressure increased, and I started to cramp up.  I glanced behind me.  The bag of water was only half empty.  I gritted my teeth and clenched my fingers and my toes.  I moaned out loud.  Nothing I did seemed to help at all. I felt stretched to the bursting point, humiliated and uncomfortable and incredibly aroused.

Half an eternity later, Elka bustled back into the room.  She checked her watch, noted that the enema bag was empty, nodded, closed the valve and detached the hose.  Leaving me writhing in misery, she rolled the stand out of the room and shut the door after herself.

Another half an eternity went by.  Tears were rolling down my cheeks, and my gut felt like it was going to explode.  I was just about to blow the nozzle out my ass, squirt dirty brown water all over the doctor’s office and suffer the consequences which, I was sure, would be dire as well as humiliating.

In the middle of a long, deep-throated moan, Elka came back.  She was bearing a metal bucket like the kind a farmer might milk a cow into.  She smiled at me, showing off two rows of perfect white teeth.

She unclipped the chain around my neck.  “You will squat, please.”  She indicated the bucket that she had set on the floor.

I obediently squatted over the empty bucket.  My breasts felt huge and heavy on my chest.  Elka put her rubber gloves on and pulled the nozzle out of my asshole.  The sensation made me yelp.

Now that it came down to it, I had a hard time letting go with Elka standing so close to me, watching intently with arms crossed.  A wave of shyness and embarrassment swept over me.  I looked up at her, begging silently for a show of mercy.  She just observed dispassionately.

Finally the inevitable happened.  Exhausted sphincter muscles won out over social conditioning.  With a horribly loud sound, my body let go and shot gallon after gallon of warm, wet, messy brown water into the bucket.  It seemed to go on forever and ever, and it was the most intense sensation I think I have ever experienced.  At last it was all done, and I realized I was weeping.

Elka wiped me clean with a towelette, and disposed of her gloves.  She led me back to my kneeling position in center of the room, and clipped me back into my chain.  “You are a very pretty girl” she said.  She glanced furtively at the door, and untied the waistband of her white scrub pants.  She pulled them down around her thighs.  She was wearing electric blue panties.  She pulled aside the fabric of her panties and I caught a tantalizing glimpse of her snatch, black and pink and shaved bare.  She ran a finger up and down her slit, and offered it up to me.  It was covered in her slick wetness.  I took it eagerly into my mouth and sucked it clean.

I hadn’t tasted another girl since I had been in college.  Elka tasted amazing and I instantly wanted more: salty, slick, clean, feminine.  She pulled her pants back up, straightened her shirt, flashed me a toothy smile, picked up the bucket, and left me alone.

I realized that the wetness on my thighs had leaked directly out of my pussy.  My clit felt like it was the size of a ripe plum.  Scrunching my thighs together made squishing sounds and felt good, but ultimately only served to make me more frustrated.  My arms, cuffed behind my back, were starting to get the pins-and-needles.

The doctor came back in the room, followed closely by Elka.  She uncuffed my hands, and allowed me to shake my hands out before posing me on all fours like a dog.  Meanwhile the doctor was fiddling with some equipment.

I had to physically resist the urge to bring my hand up between my legs, to pet my aching sex, to rub my cunt against the doctor’s pant-covered leg like a dog in heat.

“You’re doing an excellent job,” the doctor told me as if he could read my mind, “It will only be a few more minutes.”

He affixed two clamps with small weights dangling from them to my erect nipples.  The pain was sharp at first and I wasn’t at all sure I could take it, but then it settled down into a dull ache that harmonized nicely with the ache in my clit.

“Ok,” he said, “Shall we get down to business?”  He slapped me hard across the backside with a suddenness and ferocity that made me cry out.

Just as I was starting to be really aware of the pain from the first blow, he slapped me again, just as hard, on the other ass cheek.  Elka looked on smiling as he beat me.  Pain and heat washed over my body as he spanked me without mercy.  I wept piteously, begging incoherently for him to stop, but he paid me no mind.  I don’t know how long he spanked me, but the next day I had bruises and stinging red welts all over my butt to remind me of the visit and to savor during the week.  Later I would masturbate while tracing the imprint of his fingers on my ass.

Finally it was done, and I was left a sobbing, sticky mess, my ass on fire.

In the meanwhile, Elka had taken a dildo from the cabinet.  It was black and realistically molded, way bigger than any toy I had at home.  She poured clear lube all over it.  “Like this?” she asked, “I hope you do because it is going straight up your ass.”

She pressed the lubed-up silicone cock against my asshole and I gasped.  The pressure of the huge dildo invading made me whimper, but to my surprise it wasn’t at all painful, it didn’t split me open or tear me apart; and after the initial shock of entry, the sensation felt amazingly, surprisingly good.  I felt myself humping back against the invading toy.

“That’s a good girl.” Elka’s hand felt soft on the small of my back as she slid her big black dick in and out of my hungry ass.

Meanwhile, the doctor had stepped out of his charcoal-colored slacks and was pulling off his white briefs.  His erect dick was on the shorter side, but exceedingly thick, with a bulbous scarlet head that was oozing clear precome.  He tore the wrapper off a latex condom and rolled it carefully down his shaft.

Elka shoved the dildo up my butt extra-vigorously, and I groaned involuntarily.  The doctor slapped me across the face, hard, first one cheek then the other.  It stung.  The clamps on my dangling tits swung and ached deliciously.

The doctor grabbed a fistful of my hair and jammed my face down on his cock.  I sucked him eagerly through the condom as he fucked my mouth.  I couldn’t really breathe, but I didn’t really care.  He was grunting and moaning as he slammed his engorged cock in and out of my mouth, and I could tell he was about to come.  Suddenly his body went rigid, and he pulled me hard into him so that my nose was buried in his prickly black pubic hair and his balls were pressed against my chin.  I sucked with everything I had, swirling my tongue all over the latex material covering his shaft.He growled, a long, drawn-out guttural animal noise, and shot off, filling the condom with his semen.  As his cock twitched spastically in my mouth, Elka took one long slippery wet finger, reached down between my thighs and oh-so-gently stroked my aching clitoris.

I came harder and longer and louder than I had ever come before.

I stood up on my knees and masturbated while the doctor disposed of the used condom and pulled his pants back on.  While I fingered my clit and dripping pussy, Elka hugged me from behind, alternately fondling my breasts and tugging fiercely on the nipple clamps until I came again, shaking and moaning.

Elka gently removed the dildo from my poor abused backside, and took off the nipple clamps and the collar around my neck, and led me to a small room with a shower stall where I cleaned up and changed back into my street clothes.

I was lost in a hazy cloud of endorphins as Elka led me down to hall to the reception area (a separate area from the waiting room, with its own exit to the street).  The doctor met me there.

“I think we made a good deal of progress this time.” I nodded enthusiastically.  My ass throbbed where it had been beaten and invaded, and my clit was still swollen and tender.  “Is next week at this time going to be good for you?”

Again I nodded, and he wrote down the date and time on a business card which I accepted with trembling hands.  “I think we are going to enjoy working together” he said, smiling amusedly but warmly.

I took the elevator down to the street, where it was still raining hard.  I was going to be late for work.  I headed uptown toward my office, ass cheeks still stinging in my panties, nipples sore and swollen in my bra, uptown through the rain toward real life and home and work and husband and dinner and bills and chores.  I was already counting the days until next weeks’ appointment.

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