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Phoenix Arrow

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Miss Simons new this day would come. After so many years of trying to keep things the same, she finally had to give in and put black girls into her all white cheerleader squad. It pained her to have to taint the beauty of 9 white taut female bodies with black ones, but the school board and school itself had demanded more fair equalization in all activities.

Not that Miss Simons disliked black girls, she was not a racist in any capacity. She just preferred to work with white girls who are so much more docile and peppy, compared to the usually authoritative and demanding black girls.

So with great reluctance, she openly advertised cheerleading positions to the black girls of the high school. She even sent out her white cheerleaders to try to bring in some black girls.

Despite the strong recruiting campaign however, no black girls were signing up. Miss Simons figured that they must have been so used to the all white squad, they just weren’t interested in becoming cheerleaders.

Except one.

Trish was a very athletic and beautiful senior with light brown skin. She approached the coach one day while the squad practiced in the gym. Simons took one look at her and offered her a position right on the spot. She finally had her black girl, bringing the squad total to 10.

Even though Miss Simons was worried about putting a black girl on the squad, she new there was no choice. Yet despite her reservations she was becoming quite impressed with Trish. She was showing up early to every practice and was really contributing. The squad was even working better as a unit since she’d been with them.

After two weeks Simons was beginning to feel at ease with Trish. Even the respect the white cheerleaders were having for her was becoming obvious. Trish was always the center of attention and they followed her wherever she went.

There was even talk of her taking over as squad captain. This was bad new for Amber. You see Amber was already the senior captain of the squad. For four years she had worked very hard to become the captain and didn’t want to loose it to a black girl who’d only been on the team a few weeks.

Soon Miss Simons became worried about Amber’s obvious attempts to sabotage Trish. She would make rude comments behind her back and would never give her any help.

But after several weeks, it was of no use. All of the other white girls were obviously on Trish’s side. It did become a little strange to see how they acted around her. The girls would hardly ever look Trish in the eyes and almost never did the coach see anyone ever walk in front of her. Usually they were at her side or behind her, but never in front. Very strange.

Unfortunately, Miss Simons had other things to worry about. Several of her best girls were leaving the squad. This was bad news if she wanted to maintain her squad’s high level of competition.

She almost begged them to stay. And when she asked why they were leaving, she could hardly believe the answer. Some how they had gotten into their heads that they weren’t good enough to be cheerleaders and didn’t deserve to be on the squad.

In the end Miss Simons couldn’t stop them from hanging up their uniforms and quitting the team. She also couldn’t help but notice they were perhaps the least attractive of the white girls.

Fortunately, seeing Trish’s success, a few more black girls ask to join the squad. Having no choice Simons accepted them into the group and now had 6 white girls and 4 black.

With the mixing of colors, Simons now returned her focus back to good hard training. Within a few weeks the squad was doing better than she had seen in a long time, and was far surpassing the competition from other schools.

Over the next month two more black girls had joined the group bringing the cheerleader total to 12, 6 white and 6 black. Simons was applauded by the school for managing to integrate so well. Even better, the coach was very pleased to see that the hostility between Amber and Trish had gone. Apparently, in a wonderful gesture of goodwill, Amber gave Trish the captaincy. Miss Simons was a little bit surprised by this. Amber had so dearly wanted to be captain since she was a young freshmen. Yet now Trish held the title and all the other girls were quite happy with it.

Even more unusual was how Amber seemed to go out of her way to make Trish feel comfortable. Take for instance the foot rubbings. After every practice Miss Simons would enter the locker room and see her white former captain gently rubbing Trish’s tired sweaty feet. Simons was a little bit disappointed that Trish would never return the favor, or even give a thank you when they finished, but maybe she’d come around.

Another very nice gesture by Amber was to site on the floor instead of the bench when they were changing. Despite the obvious difficulties of changing into a cheerleader uniform while on the floor, Amber didn’t seem to mind allowing the black girl a lot more room to stretch out on the bench.

But the best development however was how all the other white girls seemed to follow Amber’s lead. Each white girl had become closer to a particular black girl of the same age. The white girls would almost always stay close to her new black friend and Simons even noticed one of the white girls carrying her books for her in the hallways.

About a month later things were even better. Several colleges were coming to see the routines and Miss Simons was just so proud of all her girls. Bringing the black girls into the squad was turning out to be a very good idea indeed.

However, things weren’t as perfect as they seemed. Despite all the wonderful gestures the white girls were doing, the black girls had as of yet still not done anything of good will in return, and the coach could swear that the black girls didn’t even appreciate the gestures.

Like when the girls would shower. Usually each one is given only one towel to dry themselves with. Yet lately when they all come out, the black girls have two towels wrapped around their bodies. One covering their chests and one around the hips.

The white girls come out not far behind naked and wet. As the black girls dry themselves up by the lockers, the white girls sit on the floor waiting for them to finish. Finally after almost ten minutes the black girls toss their used towel at them to dry up.

At first Simons was thinking if she should say something to Trish, who was now the most influential girl on the squad. But seeing how good everything was going, she really didn’t want to rock the boat. And besides, the white girls didn’t seem to really mind doing all these favors for their fellow black cheerleaders.

But things still got more strange.

Usually during cheers at football games, fans wouldn’t be very enthusiastic. Yet for some reason, today they were going nuts. Every time one of the white girls would do a jump or a split, the guys in the stands would whistle and cheer like never before.

The coach was hopeful it was because they had improved considerably. But when she noticed that none of the black girls where getting as much support during their exercises, and that the white girls looked flushed every time they finished, Simons became a little suspicious. Curious, she walked in front of the girls and waited for them to do a cheer.

First Trish performed a really well done stand, with one foot balanced on the hand of a girl beneath her and her other leg held up high. It’s a common cheer, and all there was to see was her uniform panties and lots of black leg, no big deal.

Then one of the white girls, Sara, prepared to do the same. She noticed her coach watching and began to panic, but the black girl behind her grabbed her by the waist and held her firm. As she whispered something into Sara’s ear, Sara lowered her head and nodded. Within moments Sara was up in the air. As Sara raised her leg up, Miss Simons’ mouth dropped. Sara’s entire vagina was exposed to all the fans. As the fans erupted behind her, Simons watched Sara’s deeply blushing face as she was lowered to the ground and patted on the ass.

Miss Simons was in complete shock. Did Sara intentionally not put on any panties or did she simply forget? As she watched the rest of the girls do their jumps and splits, she got her answer. While all 6 black girls had their panties on, none of the white girls had anything underneath their mini skirts.

Not wanting to make a scene, Simons allowed the girls to remain out on the field. But by the end of the game, she was fuming. As they all made their way to the locker room, Trish surprised her coach form behind.

“Hey Miss Simons, is there anything wrong?”

“I should most certainly say yes. Half of your fellow cheerleaders were cheering without any panties today!”

“Oh that. It’s really no big deal. We told them to do that.”

“WHAT?”

“Yes Miss Simons, we told the white girls not to wear panties to the game today.”

“But why would you do that?”

“To improve the excitement of our cheering. We new that seeing pussies would get the fans riled up during the game, and even bring in more.”

“That’s a horrible idea. And why only the white girls? I saw all the black girls wearing panties!”

“Because quite frankly Miss Simons were not sluts. We have too much respect for our bodies to show it off like that.”

“What are you talking about? I know these girls, they come from respected families. I would never believe they would want to do something like that.”

“They didn’t want to Miss Simons, they did it because we told them to.”

“Excuse me? I don’t understand? Why would do what you tell them?”

“Well its really quite simple, its called natural dominance.”

“I don’t follow.”

“Miss Simons, when a pampered white female finds herself in the presence of a black female, she tends to become submissive towards her. There’s nothing really wrong with it, its only natural. Us black girls are simply fulfilling natures role when we dominate them.”

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing.”

“Its true, even you must be feeling it yourself from time to time huh Miss Simons.”

The coach was speechless. How dare her prized cheerleader say such thing?

“Come on coach, being around all us athletic black girls….”

“Trish I don’t know what your talking about, how dare you say such a thing to me. Now get back inside that locker room and shower off.”

Trish simply smiled at her coach and went into the building. Miss Simons just stood out there for a moment, trying to contemplate what her head cheerleader just told her. The idea of white women being naturally submissive to black women is absurd, and how rude of Trish to suggest that her coach was susceptible to the same reactions.

As she entered the locker room and peered into the showers, she saw all 6 white girls either kneeling or standing naked gently washing the bodies of their black ‘friend’.”

Suddenly it finally hit her. Finally she truly realized what was going on between both groups of girls. Her prim and proper white cheerleaders were turning into submissive playthings to their black counterparts. White freshman submitting to black freshmen, white seniors to black seniors. It was really happening.

Then she looked in the corner of the shower room and saw Trish standing in front of one of the hot showers. Down at her feet was Amber, kneeling with her pale ass high in the air as she scrubbed Trish’s black feet.

After a moment of taking in the scene, Miss Simons started to notice her heart was racing. In a panic she rushed out of the locker room as fast as she could and immediately drove home. Slightly shaking from the experience, she slipped into her bathroom and took a long hot shower of her own.

She just couldn’t believe it. These girls were so sweet and innocent when it was just them. Most of these girls came from wealthy families in good neighborhoods, yet the image of Monica, a white sophomore, kneeling before a black girl delicately washing her dark legs and thighs was unreal.

Unknowingly Miss Simons lowered her hand between her thighs as the images flashed through her mind. Then the image turned to Amber and Trish. Oh how she remembered Amber’s proud face when she was awarded head cheerleader. And how hard she initially fought Trish to maintain it. Yet now she was on her knees cleaning the new head cheerleader’s feet.

Miss Simons was freely stroking her sex now. The hot water beating down on her face and chest. Soon her legs weakened and she lowered to her knees.

Suddenly the image had changed again. Instead of seeing Trish from outside the shower, Trish now stood before her. Her long black athletic legs towering over the coach. She had replaced Amber. It was she who was kneeling before the black female. At that moment Miss Simons’s pussy spasmed around her fingers.

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During the next week the mood brightened for the coach by the fact that her squad was rated as the #1 group in the entire county. All competing coaches were so jealous of the success of her girls, and Simons beamed with pride.

She even forgot to notice how each white girl continued to cater to the whims of her fellow black cheerleader.

Leading up to the next football game, the coach was convinced that they would put on their best performance yet. She even made sure that ALL the girls had panties on this time.

The game went on with out a hitch, as all the routines went flawless and were spectacular. Miss Simons was becoming ever so proud as they worked their routine. By the end if the 2nd quarter, the fans were really riled up with excitement.

Of course not everything could go so perfectly. As halftime came, Miss Simons allowed her girls to take a short break. As the coach took a seat to rest, she noticed out of the corner of her eye two cheerleaders walking towards a small group of fans who were particularly rowdy.

Immediately they were recognized as Michelle and Wonda. Wonda was gently pushing a visibly nervous Michelle towards the men who were now leaning over the bars urging them closer.

Observing, Simons saw Wonda begin to talk to the men, almost jokingly as Michelle stood beside her. Wonda then walked behind Michelle, whispered something into her ear, reached around and took hold of the bottom of Michelle’s cheerleader top.

Then to the utter disbelief of the coach, Wonda lifted Michelle’s top, revealing her milky white breasts to the men. As Wonda continued to hold Michelle’s top up one of the men reached out his hands and began to fondle the teen.

A few moment’s later more black cheerleaders were coming over, with their white cheerleaders in tow. In no time more tops were being lifted as more white breasts were being roughly squeezed and pulled. One of the black girls even lifted the front of her girl’s skirt revealing her panties to a man, who quickly slip a hand inside.

Miss Simons just froze with shock at the scene that so quickly formed before her. Half her squad was getting felt up. Even more amazing was that the white girls would allow the black girls to display them like this.

Simons snapped out of her shock and quickly looked to see if anyone else had noticed, but the main crowd appeared to not have. Realizing that she couldn’t allow this kind of nonsense to continue she immediately went over and began yelling at her exhibitionist cheerleaders.

Scared, all the girls rushed back onto the field and prepared to begin their next routine.

Thankfully, nothing else went out of the ordinary for the rest of the game. But Miss Simons was still visibly very upset, and the girls tried to avoid eye contact with her as they filed into the locker room at the end of the game.

But the coach had had enough. All this crap had to end. Natural dominance or no natural dominance, these black girls were going to have to leave the white girls alone. Miss Simons was an adult woman and these were black teenage girls, if they aren’t going to listen, than they’d be off the squad.

Once inside the locker room, Simons sent all the white girls home and ordered all the black girls into her office. With rolled eyes they entered and gathered around her desk as she shut the door.

“Ok, now I’ve had absolutely enough of all this nonsense. I still don’t know exactly what it is that you girls are doing to your fellow white cheerleaders, but it’s going to stop right now. You’re supposed to be a team, a tight, supportive unit. Your not supposed to turn them into your personal servants!”

“But Miss Simons, its what they really want. Its in their blood.”

“Trish that’s absurd….”

“Its true! White girls are much more comfortable being at a black girls feet then they are being equals. As I said its only natural. Even during slave times, slave owner’s wives would hardly ever visit their slaves personally. Its a little known fact that white women couldn’t resist the commanding presence of their black female slaves and would often find themselves submitting to them, much to their humiliation.”

“I’m sorry Trish but this is all very ridiculous. Now I want you to stop treating your fellow cheerleaders so poorly. Do you understand?”

“Oh I understand Miss Simons, but I don’t think you do.”

“Excuse me?”

“Miss Simons you can’t tell me you haven’t felt the need, the desire.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You may be an adult, but your still a white woman. You can’t tell me you haven’t imagined yourself kneeling before me.”

“I…I…Trish this discussion is over….”

“Miss Simons, I do believe your blushing. So you have imagined it. Its all right coach. As I said its only natural. You can kneel before me now if you want, I won’t mind.”

“YOU won’t mind? Trish how dare you! I am your coach and an adult. You should be treating me with respect.”

“Miss Simons, why are you holding back? Give in to your instincts. Why don’t you look at my legs, aren’t they nice?”

Despite herself, she look down and took in the long legs. Yes she did have very nice legs. Long, athletic, firm, and…..black. As the coach tried to look away, she found that she couldn’t. Simons had become mesmerized by the strong dark legs. Something in her wouldn’t let her turn away.

“Miss Simons, wouldn’t you rather look at them from…..the floor?”

While she was talking, two other black cheerleaders walked behind their coach and were gently pushing down on her shoulders.

As she continued to stare at the wonderful legs, her began to give way as she found herself lowering to the floor. Soon she was actually kneeling before Trish and gazing up her gorgeous black legs….. just like she fantasized. Her eyes then continued upward until they disappeared beneath the cheerleader’s skirt. Then past her smooth, muscular stomach, up to her pert breasts, and finally up to the wicked smile upon Trish’s face. Miss Simons shuddered.

“Now Miss Simons, doesn’t that feel better? Aren’t you more relaxed and at peace with yourself?”

She was right. The coach was more relaxed. She did feel more at ease in this position. Like this is how it was meant to be. Yet her heart was racing.

“You know Miss Simons, my feet really hurt from all the hard work you made us do today. And since you sent all the white girls home, there’s no one here to rub them.”

Her breathing became heavier as she lowered my eyes to the cheerleader’s sneakers.

“Coach, since your the only white woman left, why don’t you take off my sneakers and give my black feet a nice rub.”

As Trish sat herself on the desk, Miss Simons watch as she slowly began removing her sneakers, followed by her sweaty, smelly socks. Finally Trish’s black bare feet were dangling in front of the coach’s face.

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That night, we simply lay in bed together, just kissing and holding each other. Our naked bodies tangled together felt comfortable, as if we had just found something that we didn’t even know was missing until we’d found it. We let our hands explore each other, aquatinting ourselves with each other’s body and touch. The sight of our bodies together began to seem as if they belonged. It became difficult to tell who was who, and it almost didn’t matter. I was comfortable. I felt no shame or guilt or embarrassment. I came to realize my true feelings, and embrace them. I was in love with my sister. It became obvious that this was meant to be, and I didn’t know it, or chose not to believe it until now. Valerie however, knew it all along, and never denied it to herself, just to me, out of fear that I wouldn’t accept it, and we would be forced apart forever.

As we connected, I could feel her. I felt what she had been feeling for years, and it hurt. It hurt to know that I could have unknowingly caused her so much pain. I imagined that I was healing her with my touch, mending her broken soul with each loving touch of my skin to hers.

There was nothing I couldn’t have shared with her at that moment, but there was no need. She already knew everything that she needed to. I knew that, because I felt it too. There was no need to speak, and no awkward urges to feel as if we should, as if years of isolation from each other had vanished, and we knew each other all along. We realized that it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter if we haven’t talked for almost eighteen years, or we spent most of our lives trying to get as far from each other as we could. We would never be able to escape this feeling. It was always there, and always would be, and all we had to do was acknowledge it, embrace it. We were a part of each other. We would have had to eventually. Sooner or later, this had to happen, because what we felt was bigger than both of us. We could have denied it forever, but sooner or later, this was bound to happen. There was no way we could have avoided it forever. I had never experienced such a feeling of freedom in my life.

I fell asleep in my sister’s arms. I never felt safer, stronger or more sure of anything than this. I dreamt vivid dreams about her. Dreams I had not experienced before, or at least before I could remember. They were familiar, as if I had been there before, but couldn’t remember. It was a strange place surrounding us with no clear distinction of where we were, but we were comfortable there. We felt safe. Maybe it was the place, or because we were together, but I never wanted to leave. As I slept, I was aware of her naked body against mine.

When we woke in the morning, we both knew that we had been to the same place, as if we were there together, in the same dream at the same time. It is something that has never happened before or since, but it was real. We stayed close to each other, and felt as if we never wanted to get up. We looked at each other lovingly, and shared a knowing smile.

I kissed her lips softly.

“Say something.” I whispered.

“What do you want me to say?”

“It doesn’t matter, I just want to hear your voice.”

“I woke up, and you’re here, next to me, with me. Promise me you will be her everyday when I wake up.”

“I will be. Everyday when you wake up, and every night when you go to sleep, I will be here.”

She kissed me softly and closed her eyes, resting her head against my shoulder. Her hands slowly slid across my skin, sending chills throughout my body. Down my arm, over my stomach to my breasts. I felt her fingers lightly gliding over my nipple, causing me to inhale sharply at her touch. Her eyes opened, and we kissed.

I slowly rolled her onto her back, and kissed her entire body. My tongue and lips explored every inch of her delicate skin. Her lips, her ears and neck, over her shoulders to her pink nipples. I took my time basking in the feel of her skin against mine. I worked my way down to her belly, down her legs to her ankles, feet and toes, and back up to her sweet center. She was already wet and open to me, and I let my tongue explore every part of her, spending extra time in the places she responded to best. She was the sweetest fruit I’d ever tasted ,and I could have stayed there forever. I licked her from top to bottom, from the soft skin above her womanhood, down to her little anus. Every bit of it as exhilarating as the last, until I finally settled on her clit. In seconds she was pressing herself against me, and I could feel her muscles contracting, and her juices flowed out of her. I tasted every bit of her, and it was heaven.

I had never imagined myself doing the things I was doing, but now that I had done them, I never wanted to stop. I never imagined anything could be so good, or that I would take so much pleasure from pleasing someone else. Hearing my sister’s cries of ecstasy urged me further, until she made me stop. I returned my lips to hers, kissing her passionately.

Finally, she did the same to me. I never felt anything so comforting and erotic as she bathed me in her loving kisses. Each time her lips touched me I quivered with excitement. I began to feel this odd sensation that I had never felt before. My stomach felt as though I was constantly falling, and I felt as if I were going to pee. It almost felt as if there was something ready to burst out of me. As Valerie’s tongue massaged the arch of my foot, I tried to tell her to stop, but I couldn’t. I didn’t know what was happening. Suddenly, as if she sensed what I was feeling, she dove herself between my legs. The pleasure was excruciating, and without warning, my body felt as though it exploded. The pleasure I felt was indescribable, and it was as if I had no control. I felt as though I was falling away, and Valerie’s touch was the only thing keeping me connected to where I was. It seemed as if it would never end, until I felt myself slowly beginning to return. I was again aware of my sister’s body against mine, her gentle hands brushing my hair from my face and her soft kisses on my neck.

We spent the rest of the day together. We had showered, and except for an occasional meal, we never left each other’s side, giving each other love and pleasure until we were too exhausted to continue.

Again, we slept together, as if we were one. When I woke in the morning, Val was still asleep. I watched her sleep peacefully for what seemed like hours. I was content just watching her, and, for the first time, began to notice how different she looked from me. Her beauty was intoxicating.

Finally, her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled.

“What are you looking at?”

“You.”

She sat up on her elbows. “How long have you been awake?”

“I don’t know, about an hour.”

“Mom and dad are coming back today.”

“I know. I guess we should clean up a little.”

“Probably, but I don’t see any point in rushing.”

“What are we gonna do when they come back?”

“I don’t know, I guess we’ll have to figure something out. In the meantime, we should take advantage of the fact that we’re alone.”

“Oh yea? Well what did you have in mind?”

She leaned over and kissed me, making me shudder as her tongue wiggled around mine.

“Val, I don’t know if I can do it anymore. I’ve never had so many orgasms in my life then in the past two days.”

She put her hand between my legs. Her finger gently sinking between my lips, stroking my opening. I could feel myself getting wetter, and it was obvious she felt it too.

“It looks like you’ve got a little left in you.”

She continues rubbing me until I was thoroughly wet. Her finger gently pressed against my clit, causing my body to stiffen.

“Mmm, looks like I hit the spot. What do you want me to do? I’ll do anything you want.”

“Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

“Do you want to cum?”

She squeezed my clit gently. I threw my arms over my head, grabbing on to the bedpost as my hips jumped off the bed to meet her probing fingers. Her tongue teased my nipple, and she smiled wickedly as she let her fingers move away from the magic spot.

“Don’t stop Val, please.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want to cum.”

I could feel my juices flowing freely out of me, and my clit felt it was going to burst. Val pulled the covers off of us.

“Stay right here.”

I took a deep breath, and my hand immediately went between my legs. Val grabbed my rest and put it back behind my head.

“No cheating.”

I rolled my eyes, and let out a sigh of impatience as she quickly left the room. I could feel myself opening up, and I tried hard to calm myself down. Val came back a few second later, hiding something behind her back. She quickly straddled my chest and grabbed my hands. I could feel her tying my hands to the bedpost.

“Val! What are you doing?”

She giggled as I felt her pull the material tightly around my wrists.

“Now you’re going to have to trust me. I’m going to do whatever I want to you, and you’re gonna have to do everything I tell you.”

I never had any experience with anything like this before, but I trusted Val, and I would have done anything to get off at that point. After she was sure I couldn’t move, she sat herself up on her knees, her pussy just inches from my mouth. She pushed her hips forward, leaning back to reach between my legs. Her fingers again began to stroke my clit, and again I responded by thrusting my hips towards her.

“I’m gonna make you cum, but you have to do whatever I say.”

I closed my eyes and nodded, hating the anticipation. She moved her hand from my pussy, and sat back up. She spread herself open with one hand, while the other gently massaged her breasts.

“Lick me.”

I eagerly dove my tongue into her open hole, fucking her with my tongue while she rubbed her clit. I could feel her wetness on my tongue. She swirled her hips over me, and moaned softly as I plunged my tongue deep inside her. I could feel myself getting more excited and wanted nothing more than for her to touch me. As if she read my mind, she pulled herself away from me.

“You want me to touch you? You want to cum right?”

“Val…”

“Tell me what you want me to do.”

“I want you to make me cum, please.”

She smiled, and moved herself off me. She bent down and picked something off the floor.

“Close your eyes.”

I did as I was told. Suddenly I heard a faint humming sound, and knew immediately what it was.

“Keep them closed.”

I felt a light tickle on my nipples. The sensations burned through me, right down to the tips of my toes. Slowly, the buzzing sound moved it’s way down my body, to my inner thigh. I shook as I imagined that sensation on my clit, but val had other plans. She teased me slowly.

“Where do you want me to touch you with it?”

“You know where, please Val.”

“Mmm…I think I do.”

Just as she said those words, I could feel the edge of the toothbrush pressing at the edge of my ass. I quickly opened my eyes.

“Val No!”

She smiled, and slowly pressed it into me. The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt. It was almost uncomfortable at first, but she immediately started licking my clit, turning the sensation into complete pleasure. Just as I was about to cum, she stopped.

“No Val, please don’t stop!”

She pulled herself up and lay next to me. Her fingers tickled my nipples, and she kissed me hard. My hips were pumping the air, and I devoured her lips and tongue. She pulled away from me and cupped her hand around my aching pussy, pushing me back down. I felt her tongue in my ear, and she started to whisper.

“Are you ready to cum now?”

“Yes Val, please do it, make me cum.”

Her grip tightened around my pussy.

“Okay, but you have to make me cum first.”

“Val please just do it, make me cum.”

I struggled hard to free my hands, but to no avail.

Finally, She turned herself around and threw her leg over my head, lowering her pussy to my lips. I licked and sucked her as hard as I could as she ground herself into me, fucking my face. She was moaning loudly, and occasionally she’d give my clit a quick lick, ensuring that I remained on the edge. I could feel her muscles start to contract, and I knew she was going to cum. Finally I heard the buzz of the toothbrush as she placed it directly on to my clit. I screamed loudly into her pussy, and we both came. I saw sparks of color shooting across my eyes as my body completely gave in to my orgasm. Before I could fully recover, I felt her lips press against my pussy, launching me into yet another mind blowing orgasm.

As I fought to catch my breath, Val cuddled herself next to me, and began to untie my hands. As soon as I was free, I smacked her bare arm as hard as I could, then pulled her into me and hugged her tightly.

“So I take it you liked that.”

My whole body was pins and needles, and I was completely numb between my legs. I loosened my grip on her, and she gently stroked my hair as I regained my breath. I noticed her hand casually moving between her legs.

“You are unbelievable. Don’t you ever get tired?”

“Not when I’m with you.”

I smiled. “Well I guess we’ll have to see about that.”

I rolled towards her and put my hand between her legs. I pushed two of my fingers inside her as far as they could go. She rolled on her back and spread her legs wide as I pumped my fingers into her as fast as I could. She reached down and rubbed her clit while I fingered her to two more orgasms. I loved watching her cum. Finally she was begging me to stop.

We had actually managed to clean ourselves up and straighten the house before our parents arrived. That night, I sneaked into her room after my parents had gone to bed, and for the third night, kept my promise to be there when she fell asleep, and when she woke up.

The next day, we were still too tired to do much of anything, so we told our mom that we didn’t feel well, and spent the day under a blanket on the couch watching movies. Occasionally, we would kiss and touch each other while our parents weren’t around. We almost got caught making out a few times, but it just added to the excitement. My parents were oblivious, and just very happy that we were actually getting along so well. If they only knew! One time, Val had her hand down the front of my shorts and was playing with me when my mom came in the room and started talking to us. I tried to get her to stop, but she wouldn’t. My mom sat down next to us while Val fingered me to orgasm, right in front of my mom! I had to admit, it was very hot.

Val and I had both fallen asleep shortly after that, when my mom woke us up to see what we wanted for dinner. We all agreed on pizza, and Val even volunteered to pick it up, saying that she could use the fresh air. I told her I would go with her, but she knew I was tired, and told me to stay, and that she would be right back. She put on her shoes, and started out the door.

“Wait Val!”

She stopped and looked at me, and I smiled. She smiled back.

“What?”

I motioned for her to come to me. She walked towards me, and leaned down.

“I love you.”

I don’t know why I said it, but I just felt that I had to.

She smiled widely and hugged me tight.

“I know you do. I love you too.” She sniffled as though she was crying, and then pulled away from me, hiding her face.

“I’ll be right back.” And she turned and walked out the door.

It was the last thing I ever remembered feeling. It burned my whole body, almost paralyzing me, and then it was cold. Ice cold, until I was numb. I don’t remember it, but I screamed her name and ran. I couldn’t hear anything, not even my own voice. I just remember her. The way she looked at me, and the last thing she said as she held my hand.

“It’s okay as long as you’re here when I go to sleep.”

“I’ll be here when you wake up. I’ll always be here, I promise.”

As I sleep, I can feel her. Her body next to mine, her skin against mine. I know she’s with me, in that same place that we dreamt about together. I never want to leave her. I can’t wake up. I know if I do I won’t be there for her when she does. It’s the only time I am not empty. The only time when I can feel anything.

“Say something Valerie. Anything, I just want to hear your voice.”

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“What a great tan!”

My sister Sara was checking her tan, approving of herself, cupping her breasts with her hands, and looking up at me, “What do you think?”

She was standing naked at the foot of ‘our’ bed, her arms held out, turning front to back. I was reading a magazine, but stealing glances of her at the same time. She had such perfect little boobs, looking like white little triangles with nipples set like jewels; lower down this dark tangle of pussy hair standing out against another white triangle of flesh set below her navel, the real box of treasure; and these little lines running around her hips, over her shoulders, across her back.

I looked up from my magazine, gulping. Drinking her in. I could smell sun tan lotion. Remaining calm. “I think I like the parts of you that haven’t been tanned.”

She put her hands on her hips, stuck her tongue out and began to dance around the room, peeking at herself in the mirror.

I could see the circle of a little butt plug poking out from her ass cheeks I had pressed into her several days ago when her back was to me… Did I mention that I was also naked on the bed?

I was back to reading my magazine, when she hopped up on the bed, flipped her leg across me and sat down, hovering her puss over my cock.

“Say you like my TAN.”

“It’s, ok.” I was reaching up with my cock, feeling it stiffen almost immediately as I tried to touch her, brush her hairs as she lifted herself away. I let myself drop back on the bed.

“Uh, uh. No No No. Say it. Say I have the greatest tan EVER!”

I looked at her.

She was biting her lip, up on her knees, leaning slightly forward, a little pout. “It’ll be worth it.”

“How worth it?”

And she set her puss down ever so lightly, briefly tickling along my cock. I could feel her soft hairs just brush the underside of my dick, touch my balls. The weight of her, the parting of her pussy, her warmth, and then she lifted herself back up.

“Oh my God that felt good.” I closed my eyes.

“Pretty worth it…And… I’m Pretty horneeeee!”

I lay my hands on her thighs, looking up at her, she lay her hands on mine. Sara’s dark hair was fallen down around her shoulders, I could see her white teeth as she held herself above me.

“Damn, girl, you have the best tan I’ve ever seen!”

And the next moment she fell down on me, her body spread along my whole length as she ground her pussy down onto my cock, rocking back and forth, sort of wrestling with me, pinning me to the bed. I gave no resistence.

“Lay still,” she breathed in my ear.

And she sat back up, took my cock in her hand and pressed it up between her legs, positioning herself, nuzzling my cockhead along her slit and then set back down, exquisite. I could feel myself slide into her in slow motion, watching myself disappear into her heat and warmth.

She was sitting on me again, her nails digging into my chest, my cock pressed straight up inside her. She paused like that, only the smallest movements of her hip that was involuntarily sliding around on me, and my own breathing. Our hairs tangling together between our legs.

She was looking at me, smiling, “Was I right? Hmmmm?”

“Oh, You feel SO good.”

I reached around her waist and down along the crack of her ass, pulling her toward me a little and reaching, reaching pressed the flat of the little butt plug that was sqeezed up inside her. It was the ‘medium,’ the one inch diameter plug that was in her now.

She growled her low growl and dropped her head to my chest, then looking back up at me.

“I told you not to move.”

But then, she didn’t move either and I kept pressing it into her, moving it around, turning it. Her pussy sliding on my cock now. I could feel the wide flare of the plug slide along my penis from inside, from along the outside of her vagina. It felt so incredible. I could not believe how we were laying here, me fucking my sister, day after day after day. For nearly two weeks now.

I held her to me, undulating my hips, “I’m not moving.”

“Your such a liar!” She hit at me. “Such a fucking liar.”

“Well I am fucking.” And I started to bounce her on me, lifting my hips up quick and then dropping down, letting my hand press into her ass each time she dropped pushing the plug into her.

“Oh, Oh, Oh!” With each bounce, growling, her whimpers and moans.

“Oh god that feels…so good. I wanted to fuck…YOU. Stop it…Ah, ah, Stop it.” She Squealed, “I’ll scream!”

“You already are.”

She dropped back down, melting together skin to skin. “Oh god.” She was just licking her lips holding her mouth open.

I kept bouncing her against me, until I felt her body stiffening, as she began whimpering again and crying out. “You fucker, oh…fuck! I’m cumming. Oh god keep doing that! Oh god. J….”

And she was writhing on me, holding me tight. I was pumping myself into her, my whole length into her. I knew her body so well, and began to squeeze her breasts. They were so sensitive when se was mid-orgasm.

Her eyes went wide. “Oh my God, yeah. That’s it.” She lay her hands on mine and I squeezed her hard, “Oh.”

I could feel her trembling above me, arching her back away from me, tipping her hair back. And then her breathing slowed as she dropped back down and she just lay there looking at me, her breasts pressed against my chest, hooking her legs around mine. She whispered, “You fucker,” as she began to kiss me. I opened my mouth and let her play in my mouth, we touched tongues.

I brought my hands above my head as we kissed, held my palms open, “See. I didn’t move a muscle.”

She bit my tongue, “Fucker,” was all she said.

She lay against me, her hair tickling my cheek, I could feel her still sliding lightly along my cock, slowly at first, then rising and falling on me, I could feel myself sink into her. My cockhead just touching at her vagina and then sinking deep inside as she would lower herself and sit herself down, then rising back up again. Torturously slow.

I was still hard. I hadn’t cum yet.

She lifted her head and looked at me close. “Now you promise. Lay there. Don’t you move. Let me do you. Pleeeease.”

I closed my eyes, and turned my head.

I felt her kiss my neck, little feather kisses in a line down onto my nipples. She softly so softly licked around my nipples and suckled them. She knew how I loved that. I could feel her hands brushing my body, reaching down and drawing a line along my hips, as I kept my eyes closed. So luxurious.

The whole time my cock is moving inside, her strokes along my cock so soft and slow, the full length of me.

She took my hands in hers rising and falling on me, a rising and falling warm wave, letting her breasts brush along my chest as she moved upon me.

When I looked at her she was this wave of flesh rising and falling on my body. I lay with my arms above my head just watching her. She was looking down at herself, at her body as it moved on me, you could see my cock rise up into her between her legs, disappearing into her dark patch of cunny. That little hole hidden between her legs. Steadying herself at times with her hands and holding onto me, just laying her hands on my chest.

She leaned down, held her mouth at my ear. “Like that?”

“Mmmm you have no idea.”

“Like your little sister fucking you?”

I closed my eyes, nodded.

“Like your little sisters cunt.”

I lay impassive.

“So wet. So open for you. What you wanted? You want it?” I nodded, eyes closed.

I felt her slide down harder, quickening her pace, breathing harder, opening her mouth, we were panting. I began to meet each thrust of her body. I wanted to bring my hands up and hold her, I wanted her to kiss me again. But I did not move. She wanted this. I gave it to her.

And as if she were reading my mind she lay along the length of me and began kissing me again, a deep loving long kiss. I could feel her teeth, and I pressed my tongue into her as I fucked her, as we rubbed and washed against each other. Feeling her warmth, listening to her cunny opening and closing around me, the soft slap of her body, of our body, rising and falling into one another.

I could feel her getting aroused again, could feel her clit hardening and lengthening, this little finger sliding along my cock. She was pressing herself hard against me, grinding into me as we kissed. I didn’t move, and lifting my cock bumping her with each thrust, she was grinding hard against me, the rythem and deep long thrusts fed my orgasm and the cum was rising, I could feel it.

I began to turn my head, press into the mattress and moving around on the bed, lifting my hips, kissing her saying, “Oh fuck Sara, I’m cumming I’m cumming.”

She held me tight, as I moved beneath her, and breathed in my ear, “Cum in me…Oh yes.” She could feel it, “Cum in me. Let me feel you fill me up.”

And I began to fill her. I could feel my cock pulsing into her, and as I pressed my cock into her as deep as I could, I could feel her vagina contracting around me, and the movement of her body tightening and clinging to mine. This time, deeper. Our bodies simply wound around the other, as we came together, our skin wet and sliding together, as we became one. The light, the room, everything around us vanishing into nothing.

Until…

our eyes opening again….

“Oh my, what you do to me!” I next heard her whisper.

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How long had it been? I must have fallen asleep.

I could feel my cock was still inside her her, could feel cum trickling out and running down my balls, cooling between our legs, forming a little puddle beneath us.

She opened her eyes and looked at me, smiled. I felt her squeezing me, squeezing my soft cock out of her puss.

“Strong little pussy,” I said softly as she turned herself, setting right next to me and I never tired of watching her body as she lifted herself off me and set herself up beside me, naked, brushing the hair from her eyes, pulling the strands from her mouth, as she kept one hand on my hip. Then turning to me, all smiles. The glow in her eyes, that just-fucked look.

“It’s been getting lots of exercise.”

I wrapped my arms around her, curled myself around her knees.

She kissed my shoulder. She cooed, “That’s what you get for appreciating my tan.”

“It’s the best in the history of homo-sapiens on this planet.”

She scratched me.

“Ow.”

“I Love you,” She kissed me.

“I Love you too.”

“That’s a problem,” she said as our lips touched.

“What?” She hugged herself to me, held me just then. I could feel the warmth of her cheek.

“I never want to let you go.”

Then she let go, and sat near me, positioning herself, crossing her legs, “We can’t you know.”

“Can’t what?”

“Fuck.”

“We just did.”

She turned herself to me, her puss was this gaping little wound. I couldn’t stop looking at it, began to nuzzle my nose between her legs.

“Stop it.”

I said again, “We just did.”

“You know what I mean…We have three days – today, tomorrow and then we go home. We can’t….After that.” She was combing out her hair with her fingers. “I can’t believe we haven’t gotten caught yet.”

I was blinking at her, she had alluded to this before. It had a kind of over the cliff sort of feeling for me. It didn’t seem quite as steep a week ago, this vacation still seemed like forever as we walked that sunset on the beach. But three days. That seemed – SHORT.

I sat up, “You mean like NEVER.”

She didn’t say anything.

“I don’t know. But yeah, what if it was NEVER.”

She looked at me. “What would you do?”

“Sneak into your bed and…” I touched her pussy. Stroked her soft hairs, caressed her tummy. She let me. “Could you say ‘no’ to this,” and I snuggled a finger deep into her vagina. She let it linger there, pushing herself down, impaling herself on my extended finger, the hint of a smile.

“Your impossible.”

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That afternoon we were getting ready to go out on the beach.

I couldn’t stop thinking about that little conversation of Sara’s. Three days.

It all felt like it was closing in. She was right. And we are in different colleges. This was impossible, rediculous. My head was swimming, these are not feeling I should be feeling.

Sara was still naked and sitting in the chair that was her favorite spot by the window, brushing her little muffin. Stroking it, staring down and pressing the hairs one way then another. She looked like a little monkey.

I lay there watching her. I could feel myself stiffen. Unbelievable, how could I. She noticed as well, looking up and laughed. “Down cowboy.”

“It’s not my fault. You make me so fucking horny.”

“Tell me about it. Look how swollen….” She looked over at my penis, “Down boy, down.”

She jumped off the bed and ran over to me and took my cock in her hand and began to push it down between my legs. Turning it, twisting, pushing, hard!

“Ow ow ow. What the hell are you doing?!” I sat bolt upright. “You can’t do that to a penis.”

“It’s aversion training.” She hit the head of my cock, “Bad penis bad penis.” She was speaking down into my crotch still pressing it down, tugging at my balls, but now it was just laying flat on the bed.

She sat before me, and there we were. Naked and just looking at one another. We looked alike in some ways. We were the same size, same color hair. Our hands looked alike. She took my hand in hers and let her fingers twine into mine, then set my hand down on her knee. She reached again and took my penis in her hand, soft this time. Turning her fingers, gently stroking its length, it was rising from the bed, like a punished little puppy looking up at you, making sure everything is ok.

“Good little penis,” she said. Then meeting my eyes, “Too good.”

“Never too good.” I rejoined.

She began to rise from the bed, turn herself and I lay my hand on her back and as she rose let my fingers tickle down her back, just leaving the touch of her ass as she stepped away.

I said, “Get ready. Lets go.”

“Ummm,” She held her hand to her tummy, held her leg out and looked at herself, “I have to shave first.”

She stepped into the bathroom.

“Shave?”

She laughed, cause I was like thinking about her face.

“My legs Dumbo.” And then she turned to me, pointing, “My pubes.”

“Ahhh.” Was all I said.

I turned to leave but then stopped.

“Let me.”

She looked at me.

“I’ll do it.”

She was holding the little shaver.

“Look if its only going to be another three days, then I think we should…” She was ignoring me. “Go for it. Please.”

She lay the little blade in my hand.

“Be careful.” She sat on the toilet.

“Lets do it out there. There’s not enough room in here.”

She rolled her eyes. “Such a big production.”

I took her hand. She followed me out.

“I use this cream.” She lay that in my hand, “and then slowly, CAREFULLY…”

“I know how to shave.”

“Oh yeah?”

And I set her into the chair she loved so much. “Sit the way you normally do. Legs open.”

She laughed, “Am I that bad.”

“Pretty much.”

“Cause I’m always airing it out.”

She set herself down and hooked her legs around the cushions opening herself up nicely to me.

“Here, now scootch to the edge of the cushion.”

She complied, letting her hand hang loose as she watched me with a bemused smile.

“You are enjoying this way too much.”

“You have the most beautiful pussy EVER.” I was just inches from her sitting down between her legs.

She smiled, I began to rub the shaving cream onto her legs and then took another squirt into my hand and began to rub it over her mons and up onto her abdomen.

She jumped.

“Hey! My thighs…” I watched her eyes get wide, as she realized what I was about to do.

I just said. “I said I know how to shave.”

“You done this before have you?”

“Maybe.”

And she settled back into the chair, eyes wide, and opened her legs wider, tipped her hips up and set her pussy right before me. I was looking at white cream and pink slit. I took the shaver and began to draw it down her abdomen, could feel the dark hairs catching in the blade. I had a little cup and would swirl it around in there each time.

I did not want to hurt her or catch the hairs, I wanted painless, this was too glorious. I was so careful. I was about to shave her pussy, and the least nick could stop the whole thing. I knew her.

I drew the blade down her thighs, then back up to her abdomen, the hairs catching more as it approached her mons. The blade sliding along the soft flesh. I could see the swell of her puss, this mound of flesh, no hair.

She did not have so much in any event, but the bare white skin, the dark hairs bunching along the line of the blade. The line of her pussy lips, running down between her legs. This little hairless line. I drew the blade along the edge of her pussy lips, slowly slowly. She was watching intently the whole time. Swirling the blade in my little cup.

“Have YOU ever done this before?” I asked as I intently watched this emerging bare little cunt.

“No.” She was covering her eyes. I loved when she did that. Her cheeks were glowing red.

I could hear a catch in her throat.

In silence I swirled the blade and shaved, until there was just bare skin and little lines of white cream.

“There. Lets check.”

“Lets CHECK. O Gawd!” My sister said as she laughed.

I looked for any little trace of hair, and finding a few here or there, removed them carefully with the blade.

She was bald. It was so beautiful. My cock ached.

I took a wash rag and wiped between her legs.

“Oh, that’s cold.”

“Sorry.”

And she rose from the chair, tipping her cunt out so she could sort of see it. She stepped into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

She touched it.

“God it feels so…cool. The wind, when I move.”

“Hairless,” I said.

I was so hard now. God I wanted to fuck her. Again. I came up behind her. This is the true test, and turned her around to me.

“Ah, ah ah. We are going out.”

“No, just let me…test.”

And I let the tip of my cock touch her over the mons, sliding it down her abdomen, leaving this little wet trail of pre cum on her skin.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” I tippled the head of my cock over her bare skin. I pulled away and lay my hand over her, pulling her open, she was so wet it was unbelievable.

“God you do like this.”

“Oh, Jason. You have to….What are you…”

I let my finger slide down into her, pressed into her vagina and she held herself open for me, I could feel her lifting up on tippie toe.

“It feels so cool.”

She was arching her back and rubbing herself against me.

“Jason! We already fucked once.” I touched her clit. “Oh my god. Stop….”

“Let me lick you.” I slowly slipped a second finger inside and held her with my hand, still touching her clit with my thumb.

She held there, before whispering, “Ok,” and she was literally melting onto the bed. I began to run my hands all over her, softly stroking her, up between her legs.

She was whimpering, “Oh Jason, I want to go outside. Mom and dad….”

And I pulled her legs open and began licking her hairless little cunt. She lay her hand on my head and pushed me into her, sucking in her breath. I could hear these ragged gasps.

I looked up at her, this pink little hairless slit touching my lips, “You’re my little girl now.”

I continued licking, my wet tongue running between her thighs and cunny lips. Lapping at her bare skin and then pressed my tongue along that line, the wetness squeezed out of her.

“So sweet. My sweet little girl.”

“Ohh….Jas…I” She was moaning and pushing her cunt into my mouth. I pushed on the plug, and she tipped her head back.

“You might be ready for the next one.”

She looked at me, her eyes were glassy. And…I could tell she was mad at me at the same time.

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Chapter One

I found myself standing in the driveway of my new home staring at the small U-Haul trailer that contained my entire life. At twenty-three, I had been married, and was now divorced. Thankfully there had not been any children. We’d married young, both of us full of dreams for the future. Six month’s after that, we both knew it had been a mistake, yet we’d stuck it out for another two years.

We’d parted as friends, though certainly not close ones. And I had no intention of ever seeing her again anyway, which is one of the reasons I’d moved halfway across the country. The other, I had a good job waiting for me that would help pay the bills I’d collected during those two and a half years. Today was the day my new life would start, in a new state, with a new job, but with an old house. I’d purchased a small little home that was nearly seventy-five years old and in need of some minor repairs. But I was pretty good with my hands, and a fresh coat of paint would go along way to making it presentable again.

As I began to move my belongings into the house, I spotted the neighbor who lived next door to me as she came outside to work in her garden. I thought about introducing myself, but she went about her business without even looking towards me, so I decided to save that for another day. I did notice over the course of the next few days that I never saw anyone else in the home, so had to surmise from that, she lived alone, and was either divorced, or a widower.

I had an entire week before I was to start my new job, so I had ample time to get settled in, and also do a few things around the house. The first thing was getting the picket fence mended and painted.

I had been at it nearly the entire day when I finally worked myself around to the side of the yard that separated my house from my neighbors. This time she was stooped over pulling weeds from her garden when I began painting the fence near the area she was working in.

“Good afternoon,” I said casually.

The woman glanced up at me smiling.

“Good afternoon to you too. I see you’ve gotten settled in ok,” she replied.

Smiling back, I nodded my head.

“Yes thanks. But I’m afraid I’ve still got a few things to do to get this old place looking decent again.”

She laughed at that and stood up offering me her hand, which surprised me, as I hadn’t expected it.

“By the way, you can call me Maggie.”

I accepted her hand, and was surprised to find myself a little embarrassed that I hadn’t offered to introduce myself to her first.

“Richard,” I offered.

“Nice to meet you Richard. You married?”

Once again she caught me a little off guard, but I’m sure she was curious why a young man would be moving into a home all by himself, unless I was here ahead of my family and trying to get the place ready for them before they arrived.

“No…used to be. Recently divorced.”

Maggie gave me a sad faced frown in understanding.

‘Too bad. Sorry to hear that.”

I simply shrugged my shoulders indicating, “What can I say” in response.

As we stood talking, each of us on our own side of the short dirty white picket fence, I couldn’t help but wonder about Maggie. Obviously living alone, I was curious, but didn’t dare ask her why she was alone, especially after just meeting her anyway. And it wasn’t like she wasn’t attractive either. I wasn’t exactly sure about her age. Something about her told me she was older than she looked, probably in her late fifty’s to very early sixty’s perhaps, but there was no way of knowing without just asking her. And I wasn’t about to do that.

Maggie had a few slight streaks of silver running through her blondish colored hair, almost imperceptible, but it hinted that she was indeed a lot older than what she looked. But even more remarkable was the ample amount of bosom she was displaying. She had undone one more button more than what I would dare say most women would allow, even while working in the yard, and so displayed a fair amount of cleavage. Although only the gentle upper slopes of her breasts were revealed, they were both tan, and very smooth looking. Maggie obviously stayed active and was in fairly good shape, probably even better than I was at less than half her age!

“How long have you lived here?” I asked. Hoping the question would lead to Maggie revealing a little more about herself.

“Oh, about twenty years now,” she said. “My husband and I moved here to begin our new life together, after my divorce.” Her gentle smile told me she was remembering their time together. “He died suddenly about five years ago.”

“I’m sorry.”

Once again she smiled good-naturedly though a look of profound sadness crossed her face.

“Don’t be, we had a good life together. And though I miss him, he left plenty for me to survive on, and I enjoy living here. And now that someone’s finally moved in next door to fix up this house, I’ll feel even better about my place. Though I admit, my fence could use a little fresh paint too!”

“Listen, I’ll have plenty of spare time on my hands. If you’d like, I’d be more than happy to paint your fence once I’m done here. And besides, with both fences painted, it will make both of our homes look nicer don’t you think?”

“I’ll be happy to pay you for your time,” she stated.

“That’s not necessary,” I told her. “Just consider it my being neighborly!”

“I’d be careful what you offer up. I just might try and take advantage of you.”

For a moment, I was a little unsure as to what she had meant by that, but then decided that my long ignored libido was working overtime, and that she probably hadn’t meant anything beyond the simple truth of her words.

“I should be finished here today,” I said eyeing the work I’d already accomplished and the still unfinished section of fence I still had to paint.

“I could start on it Saturday if you’d like.”

“Oh, that would be wonderful!” Maggie exclaimed. “But, just so you know, I won’t be here in the morning if you do start. There’s a group of us that gets together every Saturday for coffee and the latest gossip. We take turns at each other’s houses, though most of the time we do meet here since I live alone and don’t have a husband to get underfoot all the time.”

Maggie gave me a really big smile, and even winked. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at that one.

“Saturday it is then,” I told her. “I’m sure I’ll have plenty of paint anyway, as long as white’s ok.”

“White will be just fine.”

Maggie removed the bandana that had been holding her hair up in order to wipe the sweat from her forehead. As she did, her hair fell down to her shoulders, which took another couple of years off her age.

“Well, it’s going to be another hot one today, so I’d better let you get back to your fence, and I’d best get back to weeding this garden!”

Once again we shook hands over the fence. I watched her turn, walking away admiring her shapely legs, and the luscious ass outlined by a pair of short beige shorts as she turned her back towards me.

“Get a grip,” I told myself. “She’s easily twice your age to begin with. And secondly, going without sex this long is starting to play tricks on my mind. Forget her!”

But as I continued to paint the fence, I realized that this was easier said than done. And I was also subconsciously wondering if she had any kind of a social life outside of her Saturday coffee gathering with the girls.

When I showered late that afternoon, I found myself aroused and excited. I hadn’t felt that way in quite sometime, and especially as I’d just moved here. I certainly hadn’t had time to meet anyone, especially anyone I could become intimate with. Just Maggie. And so there I was, standing in the shower, soaping a very erect penis, actually fantasizing about her. A thought that both surprised, and bothered me a little bit. After all, she was considerably older than I was; yet, I was aroused as hell by her and still curious as to why she hadn’t remarried.

I continued to masturbate, images of those luscious looking tits of hers still fresh in my mind, and almost blushed with the thought of what she would think if she knew I was thinking about her.

Late that evening as I prepared for bed, I went to the window to open it wider than it had been to take advantaged of the cool breeze blowing in. As I looked out across the yard, I realized for the first time that my upstairs bedroom window looked directly across and into the side-window of her front room. I could just barely see Maggie watching TV through the partially opened blinds. She was lying on the far end of her couch, legs stretched out with the TV angled just slightly towards the window. I had a perfect view of them both. I nearly turned away to shut off the lights and go to bed when I noticed that she was watching what appeared to be a fairly racy movie. I was sure it was just one of those late night R-rated shows with the occasional love scene that just happened to be on when I noticed it. And then I realized just as quickly that it wasn’t! What I was seeing, and what Maggie was actually watching, was far more than that. This was hard-core stuff, triple X-rated material. And she was watching it!

Suddenly I had a whole new respect for the neighbor I’d begun to think of as rather shy and quiet. Maggie obviously had another very private side to herself that I was actually quite delighted to see. Though she certainly wasn’t living with anyone, nor had I seen her go out with any men, it was nice to know that she still had very sexual desires and thoughts, and was willing to do something that others might consider inappropriate to satisfy herself.

It was then that I realized I was still standing in my bedroom window looking down at her. And though she couldn’t have possibly seen me unless she’d gone to her window and looked up in my direction, I nevertheless stepped back hurriedly, turning off the light before approaching the window again.

The term “peeping tom” came to mind, and I actually felt a little guilty spying on her. After all, I was invading her privacy, and she had a right to whatever pleasures she desired in her own home, no matter what form they took. Hell, I’d spent my early evening masturbating, thinking of her. And now there was no doubt I’d be doing so again, with the image of her lying on the couch watching a porno movie adding fuel to that new fire. Although I still felt guilty, and ashamed that I was still watching her, I honestly couldn’t help myself. I would certainly never tell her, or even hint that I had seen her, and had no intention of making this a nightly ritual either, but for the moment anyway, I simply couldn’t tear myself away from that damn window!

I noticed for the first time that she was dressed for bed. Maggie was wearing some sort of loose fitting nightgown that obviously wasn’t meant to be sexy. Especially since it didn’t expose a lot of skin, but still added to the over all indecent, almost decadent and naughty feeling I was enjoying. Once I’d begun to grow erect, I grew harder and stiffer until my cock began to ache, demanding release. And short of some natural disaster, I knew I’d soon be jerking off again.

I was still struggling to turn away from the window, but unable to take my eyes off her or the movie she was watching, when I saw her pull up the hem of her nightgown, raise her knees, letting them fall apart, and begin playing with herself. Watching Maggie giving herself pleasure openly, deliberately, without shame. Seeing her stroke the folds of her pussy, sliding her fingers in between them to find and caress her clit, I knew I was a goner, and I reached down to begin stroking my cock. I stepped back from the window slightly as though she might somehow sense my presence and look up to see me. The fact I was watching her masturbate was so unexpected and so totally unbelievable, that I found myself aroused beyond my wildest imagination!

As I stood in the relative safety of my own darkened bedroom, I continued to stroke my cock, using the over abundance of leaking pre-cum as lubrication to increase the pleasure I was giving myself.

I stared at Maggie, concentrating on her as she was obviously gave her pussy pleasure, slowly yet methodically fingering herself. Though the blinds kept me from seeing her as clearly as I would have preferred, I knew exactly what she was doing from the motions of her hand. And then, just as if she could hear me thinking that I wanted to see more, she dropped her head back against the arm of the oversized couch. Maggie lifted up one of her legs so that it draped across the back, pulling her gown up to her breasts, exposing her pussy and her attentions to it even more completely.

I still couldn’t see her as well as I wanted to, but I could tell she was thoroughly enjoying herself. Her eyes were closed, no longer watching the video, and her expression of intense pleasure, plus the way she suddenly lifted her hips from the couch, rubbing herself faster and harder, told me that she was either having an orgasm, or was very close to it.

At that point, I stepped away from the window. Maybe she was indeed reaching a climax, but I felt I owed her at least a little bit of privacy to enjoy it without actually having someone spying on her while she did. I quickly climbed into my bed and proceeded to bring myself pleasure in a very slow and deliberate way. Images of Maggie sitting on her couch masturbating were now very much a part of my newest fantasy, and very much a part of the secret I would never ever reveal to anyone.

When I finally did climax, I was surprised at the force and volume of my orgasm. In the near total darkness, I felt the warm sticky splashes of my semen hitting my chin, neck, and even landing on my pillow long before my initial ejaculations diminished in intensity. Only when the remainder of my fluids began to run down between my fingers did I finally slow my stroking, beginning to catch my breath after such an intense and very enjoyable climax.

I got out of bed and padded quietly into the bathroom almost as though Maggie might somehow hear me. And silly as it was, I also closed the bathroom door before turning on the light in order to wash and clean myself off, still fearful that she would somehow know what I’d been doing.

Turning off the light, I opened the door and returned to the window. Total darkness greeted me below, and I knew that Maggie had also gone to bed. But as her bedroom faced in a totally different direction, there was nothing more to see, and tomorrow was Saturday. I knew I’d have a very busy day painting her fence. I set the alarm for six o’clock, since I wanted to get up, fix a light breakfast and then begin painting before it got too hot. I crawled into bed, but tossed and turned before finally slipping off to sleep. Though wonderfully satisfied from my orgasm, I was still wrestling with mixed emotions about what I had witnessed and participated in. Seeing Maggie as I had, I could no longer think of her as just that nice older woman who lived next door. Now I also knew her as the sensual, exciting, and even tempting woman that she really was.

The sound of the alarm ringing in my ear was the next thing I heard, waking to discover that I had a hard-on, and not the normal one I usually woke to. This one was at least equal to the boner I’d been sporting the night before, watching Maggie. And not surprisingly, those were the scenes I replayed in my head as I gave myself another intense and satisfying orgasm. Sometimes showers are for more than just getting clean!

I’d been working on her fence for over and hour when she emerged from the house. She seemed a little surprised to see how much I’d accomplished. It was just barely 8:00, and I guess she’d thought I’d sleep in before starting to work.

“Good morning!” she called out to me, waving as she walked down the front of her steps.

“Good morning!” I replied, pausing to admire her appearance. She was wearing another pair of shorts, white in color, and very, very short. But she was also wearing a very tight fitting bright pink tank top that even at this distance I could see she was wearing without a bra on. Her fairly large breasts were completely unencumbered, and surprisingly firm against her chest, though I was also a little relieved to see weren’t so perfectly molded as to hint that she had had implants or anything, making them appear less than real or natural to me.

Resting her hand on the handle of her car door, she turned and spoke to me again. “I’m off for coffee with the girls for a couple of hours, but would you like me to pick up anything for you on my way back? I have to stop at the store anyway…”

“No thank you. I’m fine.” I was surprised at the slight nervousness in my voice, and hoped that at this distance she wouldn’t notice it, or the flush on my face as the blood rushed into it. Normally I’m not in the habit of picturing women naked whenever I look at them, but seeing Maggie in that incredibly sexy and revealing outfit, made it hard to picture her any other way. Especially since I’d had glimpses of her the night before to inspire me.

Maggie gave me a final wave and slipped into her car backing out of the driveway. I stood watching her; aware of my rapidly hardening prick, suddenly grateful that she was leaving. Otherwise, I would have been forced to go back into the house and take care of myself one again, a practice that I was suddenly becoming very good at.

Maggie arrived home shortly before noon, but by then I had already finished the fence and had gone inside to wash up in the kitchen. I’d taken off my sweaty tee shirt, having thrown it over the back of one of the kitchen chairs. Standing at the sink, I heard the sound of someone knocking at my kitchen door, and then the sound of Maggie’s voicing calling to me through the screen.

“Knock, knock!” she said, in time with her actual knocking.

Turning, I saw that she was standing there with what appeared to be a large pitcher of pink lemonade and two plastic colored glasses. The door wasn’t latched, so I immediately called out, inviting her in.

Grabbing a wad of paper towels, I quickly wiped off my hands, turning in search of my sweat-stinky tee shirt. Maggie walked into my kitchen setting down the pitcher and glasses on the small table.

“Oh don’t bother putting your shirt back on,” she told me. “It’s not like I haven’t seen a man nearly naked before!”

Just the tone of her voice assured me that she wasn’t offended by my standing there in nothing more than a pair of shorts. And the easy off-handed way she presented herself also assured me that she was already more comfortable with our being neighbors that I was. Even so, I was beginning to feel the almost shy blush spread to my cheeks as I gave up trying to untangle the tee shirt dropping it back onto the chair.

“It’s too bad that society is so concerned with women showing off their breasts in public. Why men can do it and women can’t is beyond me. Especially here in the United States! You know, almost every other place in the world, on most beaches anyway, women can run around topless as much as they want to without anyone saying or doing a thing about it! Yet here, if I just wore my bra outside, not to mention going topless, it would be considered obscene, even though I’ve seen women wearing bathing suits that covered less, and were still considered to be legal!” Maggie paused to chuckle. “Just look at the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue! How legal can those women be, wearing no more than three triangles just about two inches across and a few feet of string?”

Maggie managed all this while pouring our lemonade, and without spilling a drop. Looking up at me, she handed me one of the glasses and smiled. “You seem surprised?”

“What?” I said, trying not to sound as stupid as I’m sure I did.

“That someone my age would give a rat’s ass about running around topless. Hell, if I could get away with it, I would. What’s wrong with working out in one’s own yard wearing – – or not wearing–whatever you want to?”

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Andrew walked home from the party. No, he didn’t really walked, he stumbled and staggered, legs held as wide apart as he could, nursing an asshole that only a few hours earlier had been the virgin bud of a true stud, and was now gaping obscenely. Even as he walked he felt it throb and pulse… and he felt the warm liquid leaking down along his inner thighs – liquid that could only be Thomas’s cum. His mind kept going back to the party – a party to which he had been specially invited and to which, he now realized, he never should have gone.

Andrew had come to New York for college. At 18, the boy from Iowa had the sexual experience of a grown up, because apart from his sunny blond good looks and his tall, slender frame, he carried a secret weapon. He may have been almost a boy, but many men would have envied him his dick. At 11 wrist-thick inches, that dick had deflowered more girls than Andrew could remember. And, as often as not, as his reputation spread, many a married woman had gone to bed with him too. In New York, as soon as a few college girls slept with him, word of mouth spread… his size and prowess soon became almost legendary.

Little did Andrew know when he started dating Sara, that this was the beginning of an entirely new phase of his life. Little did he know that she would be the last girl he would fuck. Sara, rather inexperienced sexually, found Andrew impossible to resist. The stud fucked her to multiple orgasms, leaving her panting, trying to catch her breath. After a week, by which time Sara’s previously tight little pussy had become rather less tight, she decided to introduce him to her mother as her boyfriend. Bettina, Sara’s mother, almost had a spontaneous orgasm when she saw the boy. Tall and lean, and with a telling smirk on his face – she new instantly he was immensely hung. But what really drove her crazy was the idea she had upon seeing him. The boy was tall and masculine, true. And he had, beyond doubt, fucked her daughter many times. But he was also the perfect guy for a fantasy she had long had. That fantasy was to see a true hung stud fucked by an even bigger man. And Andrew, despite his obvious experience, had an air of freshness and innocence that drove her crazy with lust.

Later that night, she called Thomas, an old and intimate friend. She did not know how hung Andrew was and she definitely wanted to see him fucked by a bigger dick. But she was sure she was not taking much of a chance with Thomas. The 35 year old Jamaican had an uncut monstrosity in his pants that was well beyond the foot-long mark – at 13.5” it was the biggest dick Bettina had seen (and felt) in her entire, considerable, experience. Blessedly, Thomas was bisexual, so her plan might just work. When he agreed to her idea, all that was left was to organize the party.

And so, some days after his visit to Sara’s house, Andrew was invited to attend a party at Bettina’s house. Sara could not come that day – he would be going without her.

As he entered the apartment, and was greeted by Bettina, Andrew had no idea what was about to happen. He had come with the sure cocky walk of a man. He would leave very much changed. Bettina introduced him to some guests and when he met Thomas and the black man grasped his hand and held his eye, Andrew had a fleeting feeling of panic. Some time later, after a few drinks, he began to notice the attention of a pretty woman who kept looking at him from across the room. He approached her and struck a conversation. A few minutes later, they slipped from the sitting room and headed for a bedroom. Right on his cue, Thomas followed them, unobserved.

Andrew had finished undressing himself and his partner and was lying on top of her in bed, when he suddenly felt her tense and look at something behind him. Looking back, Andrew was shocked to see Thomas, completely naked, stroking an impossibly huge black erection that reached far above his belly button.

“Hey man,” Andrew said, “what the fuck are you doing here?”

“Try to guess,” answered Thomas and climbed on the bed.

Andrew’s first thought was that Thomas wanted a piece of the action and that he was about to take part in a threesome. It was to be a threesome but of a different kind. Unexpectedly for him, Thomas seized his waist and pulled him up on all fours, suddenly, alarmingly bringing his burning huge cock in contact with Andrew’s thigh.

“What the fuck are you doing man?!” screamed Andrew.

“Just what you said – fuck” smiled Thomas and slid his cock between Andrew’s thighs.

Instinctively, involuntarily, Andrew squeezed his thighs together. He was shocked at the girth of the cock between his legs – it felt as thick as an arm. Just then the woman got up from the bed and left the room, to be replaced by a naked Bettina who suddenly appeared from behind.

“Are you ready, my boy,” she said patronizingly.

“Ready for what, bitch?” screamed Andrew who was now fully sober and shaking.

“Who are you calling a bitch, slut,” shouted Bettina and slapped him across the face. “Look who is about to be fucked by the biggest cock in Manhattan!”

With that, she stretched on the bed, placing her head right under Andrew’s ass. The view was breathtaking. The young stud’s slender long legs were framing Thomas’s black phallus – she could not wait for the action to begin.

Andrew struggled to get free but Thomas held him in a firm grip.

“No stop!” screamed Andrew.

“He won’t stop till you are full of his cum,” Bettina hissed, “Are you feeling like a frightened virgin right now? You should be – try to remember well this moment – the last moment of you as a stud. When you get up from this bed, my boy, you will have taken more cock in your ass than many women take in a year.”

Thomas pulled his cock from between Andrew’s thighs and placed it at the opening of Andrew ass. The tiny asshole twitched in agonized anticipation.

“No, pl…” Andrew started to say…

And Thomas plunged. He had lubed his cock well – Andrew’s resistance collapsed in less than a few seconds. The black man’s huge hands completely encircled Andrew’s waist. Thomas pulled him onto his erection and thrust his hips forward at the same time. The destruction of Andrew’s virginity happened in less than a second. The huge cockhead pried Andrew’s ass open and slipped inside. Bettina could barely believe her eyes. Almost in slow motion, she saw Andrew trying to clench his ass shut. She saw the huge black monolith begin to overcome the resistance as the tiny bud of Andrew’s hole expanded, climbing up on the invading cockhead. Suddenly, the entire huge cockhead slipped into Andrew’s ass. And then, unexpectedly, even for her, Thomas plunged and buried his entire inhuman cock in Andrew’s deflowered asshole. At the same instant, Bettina experienced an earth-shattering spontaneous orgasm. Her fantasy had come true. The young stud was completely impaled on a monstrous cock.

Andrew screamed and flailed on the bed. His mind lost coherence for a while … the impossibly huge invasion was splitting him apart… had split him apart.

“It is done, honey,” Bettina cooed, out of breath herself. “You are not a virgin anymore… Look at you – the big stud huh! Well, I’ve got news for you – you have an even bigger stud between your legs now… You’re a common slut now… The only thing missing is pumping you full of cum and that won’t be missing much longer. Now spread your legs wider for the real man behind you – give him a better access.”

Andrew could hardly hear her. The pain was impossible and he kept screaming and gasping. He fell on his face and let the man thrash away at him. And then something unexpected happened. The pain gradually receded, to be replaced by a feeling of passion and satisfaction he had never known. Gradually, imperceptibly, his moans of pain turned into moans of pleasure. His conscious mind seemed separated from the experience, observing the raw animal take over. Bettina noticed it first.

“The slut is getting had, Thomas. He likes getting it in the ass!”

Andrew barely registered her talk. What mattered now was that thing battering his insides, stretching and loosening his formerly tight asshole. He did spread his legs as far apart as they would go. And then he used his elbows as leverage to begin meeting the stud’s thrusts. Andrew began pushing onto the invading cock, fucking himself on it, ruining his own ass beyond recognition. His own erection was painfully, impossibly huge and with each thrust of the black cock in his ass he moaned and screamed, in utter abandon.

Thomas was almost out of his mind with lust. He felt Andrew’s surrender and somewhere in the back of his mind he felt sorry for the boy. He knew the road he was carving in Andrew’s ass now. He knew that within months the boy would be the most insatiable bottom in Manhattan. Hundreds and hundreds of cocks will follow him down this hole. He was creating a slut – Andrew had gotten used to his huge cock much faster than he had expected. And few smaller cocks will be able to satiate the boy in the future. But he was the first in that butt and he savored the knowledge of Andrew’s cum-filled future as he moved closer and closer to giving the boy his first ever load of male cum. From his vantage point above he witnessed the ruination of the tight ass. The boy was pushing on his huge cock with complete disregard for pain. Even now his ass was beginning to feel looser. Thomas was almost there.

Andrew felt the change in the cock movements. He felt Thomas thrust deeper and hold his cock fully embedded in his ass for longer. He felt a strange sensation at the entrance of his asshole and reached back to explore. With a shock he realized that the stud was rubbing, no grinding his enormous balls at the entrance of his ass. That thought, the realization that the impossibly huge cock he had seen minutes earlier was entirely buried in his ass caused a meltdown. Andrew howled and thrust back as far as he could, holding the ass-splitting cock fully embedded in him. And then he came violently – cum splattered on the wall and the headboard of the bed in front of him.

The boy’s screams and his sudden orgasm pushed Thomas over the top. He grabbed Andrew’s shoulders and thrust forward as far as he would go and his cock exploded in the former stud’s ass. Andrew felt the huge cock expand and throb and he knew that with each throaty moan Thomas was pumping his ass full of cum. Bettina saw the men climax and the sight caused her another orgasm of her own. She could see the outline of Thomas’s cock along Andrew’s belly – she could see just how deeply Thomas was filling Andrew’s ass.

Before the evening was over, Thomas fucked Andrew two more times and by the end the boy could barely stand on his feet. His virginity was gone and, by the time Thomas was drilling him for the third time, the last vestiges of being a stud left Andrew. Fittingly, Bettina refused to give him his boxers back when he was getting ready to leave.

“I am keeping these as a trophy,” she said. “These were the last boxers you ever wore as a real man. When you wore them, you had a tight ass. It is only fitting that you will never wear these boxers again. It is only fitting to go home without underwear on the night you became a slut.”

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“You heard me! Get your head down!”

I push her head downwards. “Give me that thing!” I demanded, yanking a pillow out from underneath her face. Her head flops onto the mattress below. Beads of sweat fall from my chin and chest, landing on her back, forming a trickle that runs along the gutter of her spine and down to her neck. I push hard and her shoulder is driven against the post. She flinches as it digs in.

“Stop! Hang on! This hurts. Let me move to the side of it!”

She lets go of the post and wriggles sideways, reaching out for the horizontal bar that forms part of the lower bed head. The bar is no more than fifteen centremetres above the mattress—perfect for squeezing a body part through. This gives me an idea.

“Slide back a bit.”

I pull her away from the bed head and she rises to accommodate. She glances over her a shoulder, lets go of the bar, shuffles backwards on her knees and then lowers herself back down, placing her elbows, hands and forehead onto the mattress. I move back and forth slowly, spying the interesting gap, waiting for her to relax. Little catches at the end of each breath indicate that her body’s tuning to the rhythm of our movement again. It doesn’t take her long to make her move. She leans forward, turns her head sideways and lays her cheek against the soft sheet. Now is my chance. Using all the muscle and might of my body, I push forward, as hard as I can! She’s always liked it a bit rough.

She screams as her head slides forwards and instantly connects to underside of the bar. “Shit! That hurts Mitchell!”

I knew it would but your head was supposed to go through.

“There’s a bar here you know! Can’t you see it? Ouch! Back up a bit. My head is stuck under it.”

Really? Stuck? “Well stay there, don’t move!”

“I can’t. Back up. Ouch! Stop pushing for a moment so I can get my head out!

Get out? Not on your life! Your head was supposed to go through, not get wedged under it. “Down!” I yell, thrusting her forward again.

“Oww! Okay, okay, alright, underneath is what you want. I get it! Why didn’t you say so? You’ll have to push the mattress down first. I can’t get under by myself.”

She grabs hold of the bar and begins to wriggle her head from side to side, waiting for me to abandon her. “Oww! Well I won’t fit under it,” she says sarcastically. “Why don’t you come and stand on the mattress?”

You want me to help? I’ve already accommodated your kind enough. I take a hold of the top of the bed head with both hands and begin to extract myself, letting her believe I’ll assist. Instead of withdrawing entirely, I plough back into her at speed, using my body mass and the power in my legs and arms to shunt her forward again. She shouts as her head slowly slides forward, passing underneath the bar. She grips it, tries to push backwards—it’s useless. I can’t get her right through. The fit is so tight. Damn! I wanted the bar over her neck. She’s stuck!

The noise coming from under the bar is annoying. The wailing is reminiscent of the moment a man finds himself in when he’s confronted with an apprehensive virgin. He wants to push on but discomfort has her holding him back. It’s been a long time since Nina was a virgin and she’d be the first one to say that sex is not all bad once you get through it. She once said to me, “Mitchell, if a girl wasn’t ready, she wouldn’t find herself in that situation in the first place. Besides, it’ll happen one day, so it might as well be then. She’s ready but just doesn’t know it.”

She was absolutely right of course—and she’s has perfect insight. All virgins stopped being virgins at one point or another. The inevitable is inevitable. Nina’s sounding like a virgin, now, screaming, pleading for me to stop, believing that such a big thing won’t fit into such a small space. She needs reminding that the inevitable is inevitable. After all, she put herself in this situation. She’s ready. She just doesn’t know it.

“It’ll hurt just once dear,” I said calmly.

I pull out a little and then give her body one more shove from behind, watching her head scrape on the underside of the bar. “My ears! My ears Mitchell!”

I can hear the awkward sounds of her flesh compressing against the steel. I can see her right ear crumple backwards as it passes beneath it. “YEOOOW!!! NO MITCHELL NOOO!!!”

It’s like listening to a sixteen year old. She’s tensing up, hands flailing about the place grabbing at anything that’ll allow her to push back. She can’t find anything so her head slowly continues to creep forward, grinding against the steel, raking the skin backwards until her head finally pops out on the other side. The gap snaps shut as the mattress rises and clamps her neck against the bar.

“YOU FUCKING COCK-SUCKING FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!”

Now that’s not what virgins usually say!

She rattles the bar and pushes against the wall on the other side and shouts again, “Have you gone totally fucking mad Mitchell? That fucking hurt! Jesus Christ! I told you it was hurting. Didn’t you hear me? Get me out of here! Shit man, I told you and you still did it! You’ve ripped my god damn ears off! What the hell is wrong with you?”

I couldn’t care less. I achieved what I wanted and so move back and forth in a steady rhythm again. “Don’t you do that! I said don’t do that!”

Or what?

“Get me out of here! And don’t do that! I said don’t do that! You son of a bitch! You stop that right now! You get me out of here! Shit, my ear’s bleeding!”

Bleeding? That’s no concern of mine. Blood is supposed to be part of the deal. You’re over the hardest bit. The rest is easy. We’re not stopping. It’s time to pick up the pace!

“I said don’t do that! You pig!”

Pig? Why do women always reach for pig when they’re upset with a man? Is pig supposed to be an insult? Why pig? She’s the one looking like she’s stuck on a spit!

Oh well, another thing I came to learn about virgins was that once they’re past the worst they’re a hell of a lot nicer to deal with.

“Listen to me! Dammit Mitchell! You stop that now!”

Or so I thought. She was supposed to turn that frown upside down and place her trust in experience. “Don’t worry sweetheart, this’ll all be sorted out very soon.”

Look at me, aren’t I the supportive one? Despite her abuse I’m still full of encouragement.

“Shit! I think my ear’s bleeding. I can’t tell. Can you look and see if I’m bleeding? Will you please stop moving? I don’t want you to do that!”

Blood? Who cares? It’s expected. It’s your first time. Can we please get back to the business at hand?

“I said stop doing that!”

She’s not giving in easily. I give her a deeper length of my rod and she moans. It was enough to silence her—only momentarily. “Aren’t you going to stop? Or don’t you care at all?”

Jesus Christ woman! What is it with you? There’s a sting and soreness but it’s not like it’s the end of the world. Hell, if history is anything to go by you’ll like this and probably ask for it again. Now get over it. I know I have. “It looks fine,” I reply.

“How can you tell if I’m bleeding from there?”

It’s true. I can’t see her head. The bit I’m dealing with has everything but one. What’s spoiling things now is all the bloody chatter from the other side of the bar. “Don’t worry, I think the problem will go away soon,”

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It did and I have her high libido to thank. I knew she’d like it. She does what she always does and, at the moment she rises to climax, her arse bucks vigorously and she screams. She reminds me of a horse racing along the final straight at the Melbourne Cup—picks up speed, and gallops on down to the finishing line. As her breaths of ecstasy subside, a muffled voice on the other side of the bar asks, “Again?”

“Of course my dear.”

Now I have to work out another way to hurt her so I can force her to like pleasure after pain. I like breaking her and putting her back together.

(Inspired by the new novel SEETHINGS ) – Angelwanderer

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For a nominal fee paid up front, you can have a story with the attributes you prefer written, edited, and delivered to you. Review the rules below along with the cost and if you are still interested then complete your purchase. Once we verify that your payment has gone through we will contact you and work out the details of what you are looking for.

How it Works

Once you have read the terms and completed your purchase you be able to download a PDF with questions related to content you are requesting. Follow the instructions and return it to us ASAP. Following a discussion, you will be notified if your commission is accepted or not. If your commission is refused your money will be refunded minus the processing fees that are taken out by Paypal. If your commission is accepted please allow two to three weeks for the story to be completed and edited, feel free to check in during this period. Note that if someone else has already requested a story you will be notified that you might have a longer wait time than normal. When your story is complete you will be sent a PDF of the completed story.

If you have any questions before you purchase please reach out to us and we will try to answer them for you.

[/vc_column_text][vc_btn title=”Ask A Question” color=”inverse” align=”center” button_block=”true” link=”url:mailto%3A%20lashwood90%40gmail.com|||”][vc_separator][vc_custom_heading text=”Custom Story Rules” font_container=”tag:h1|font_size:45|text_align:center|color:%23ffffff” google_fonts=”font_family:Bitter%3Aregular%2Citalic%2C700|font_style:400%20regular%3A400%3Anormal”][vc_separator][vc_column_text]Please read all of the rules below before completing your purchase. These rules detail what we will and will not write about.

Not Allowed

The following points are not negotiable and will not be accepted as criteria for a story. Period. If you request a story with any of the following features you will be rejected outright and if possible your money will be refunded. Please don’t waste our time by requesting any of the following:

• No Rape – Not going to happen, domination and control are not off the table but there will be elements included in the story that will negate a rape aspect, such as the character secretly desiring the contact or some other similar concept.
• No Murder – We don’t due snuff, not because we can’t but because we feel it detracts from the final product and we have standards we try to hold ourselves to.
• No Underage Sex – It is against the law and it is unacceptable, enough said. The absolute youngest that we will allow a character who is going to be involved in sexual acts to be is 18, which is the age of consent in the region where this site is hosted. Don’t message us and argue that your age of consent is different because it won’t work.
• No Beastility – Gross, also against the law. Nope.

Not Advised

While not specifically forbidden there are some things that we would simply prefer not to write about but are open to consideration depending on your specific request. Things in this category are less about how acceptable they are but rather how familiar we are with them as if it is not a feature of kink we enjoy that may impact the final product.

• Homosexual Sex – Not because we oppose it but because we have never experienced it and thus lack an effective perspective which would severely limit the quality of the finished piece. For the record we are referring to male on male, female on female is fine.
• Pissing/Urination/Fecal Fetishes – Again we don’t have a specific problem with these fetishes but they are not ones we share which will impact the quality of the final product.

Please note that during the discussion process you need to be clear about your specific fetish desires which will be considered on a case by case basis. If your request is denied your money will be refunded minus the processing fees associated with using Paypal to handle money.[/vc_column_text][vc_custom_heading text=”Disclaimer” font_container=”tag:h1|font_size:45|text_align:center|color:%23ffffff” google_fonts=”font_family:Bitter%3Aregular%2Citalic%2C700|font_style:400%20regular%3A400%3Anormal”][vc_separator][vc_column_text]Please note that story writing, like all other art forms, is a subjective ability, not every person likes every story even if they have liked others by the same author. If you commission a custom story know that we will do all that we can to make sure you are satisfied with the final product. However, at the end of the day if you unsatisfied no refunds will be offered as we will have already spent our time and energy which is unable to be refunded.

Absolutely no refunds will be offered after the commission has been accepted and the terms agreed upon. Buyer beware.

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Warning!

This content contains adult situations and content both erotic and explicit and is not intended for use by minors. If you are underage, or if you are offended by such material, do not continue further. If you are unsure about whether or not you are under age please consult the laws pertaining to your region. If you have questions about this or any other part of the website contact an administrator immediately. My Perverted Stories is not liable for any misuse of the products or content provided here. Viewer discretion is advised.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]

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