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Naughty Girls

Part-1-of-7
Ashley
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My name is Ashley, and I’m a pre-law student at SMU. It may sound like I’m bragging, but I have a stunning, slim body. Some of my best features are my long, exquisitely shaped dancer’s legs and a pert little heart-shaped ass. My breasts are like round, firm melons that require no bra. My wavy dark hair is long enough to hang loose around my muscular shoulders.
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I had a couple classes to go to that day. Then I planned to get a quick workout before heading home. That morning, I decided to wear something comfortable but as sexy as humanly possible. I had been to the store and found a cute soccer-like outfit, kind of like the ones you see girls wearing in old 80's movies. Anyway, I wanted to wear something that was low on my hips, but still hugged my ass tight and accentuated my naughty spot. I had my mom fix the shorts part because they were too long. Now, the waistband started below my hips and the shorts are very tight in all the right spots. Mom made them short enough so if I sat down without crossing my legs, you would get a perfect shot of my panties, if that were I was wearing any panties.
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Since the shorts were so tight, just about anything I wore underneath would show a panty line; so, when I put them on, I didn’t wear any panties. Next I chose a white tank top that I shrank on purpose so that it would look like it was painted on. It was so tight that my breasts looked like they were about to burst out. It was tight enough that I didn’t feel that a bra was necessary. Last were my ankle socks and my trusty Nike running shoes. A quick pinch of my nipples to make them nice and hard and I was off to school.
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At school, I’m known as the campus tease, because I like to run my hands over a guy’s crotch and rub myself on them just enough to keep them drooling over me. Call me conceited, but I love it when guys watch my ass bounce as I walk away from them. But my true love is women. I’ve noticed that there are a few girls that watching me at school, girls that are curious but I would probably have to make the first move.
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Anyway, I had Psych first, and then Business Law. I was fairly interested in Psych but law was boring as hell. The classroom was one of those that were set up with tables, instead of desks. I decided to see if I could get some action, so I scooted my chair out a bit. As the professor started her lecture, I spread my legs a little as I looked down at myself. My shorts were so tight and the material so short in the crotch that anyone looking could easily see that I shave myself.
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Anne, a girl seated across the room, soon noticed me. She was between the curious category and the lesbian category. I tried not to look at her as she stared at me. Instead, to see what her reaction was, I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. When I did eventually look over at her, she mouthed the words, "Naughty girl,” at me.
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I winked and mouthed back, "You like?"
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She returned with, "Definitely. You are such a tease."
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I mouthed, "Would you like a closer look?" Then with a mischievous grin, I pushed my shorts aside so that Anne had a good view at my pussy with the puffy lips that are a sweet shade of pink, with finely shaped clit, and tiny little slit. As she stared, Anne bit her lip and slyly ran her hand over her breasts. Then she mouthed, "Oh My God. Your pussy is beautiful."
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For the remainder of class, we shamelessly flirted back and forth. A few other people became affixed on my exhibitionism, but we paid them no attention.
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It seemed like hours, but class was finally over. When class was dismissed, Anne immediately rushed over to my table, grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. Once I was on my feet, she wrapped her arm around me and grabbed a handful of my firm ass.
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Chucking, I casually observed that, "Someone is feeling frisky today?"
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Anne grinned and said, "I want you to know something. I've never fully been with another woman before. I've played in the minors but have never gone all the way. But after that little display that you just gave me, I believe that I’m definitely ready to give it a try."
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“Damn,” I though, I so badly wanted to get her into bed, but I didn't have time at the moment. Since Anne shared an apartment with a friend of hers I figured I could just meet her there later this evening, so I said, "Well, I would definitely like to help you out, but I have to go for my workout and then do some homework for class tomorrow. But if you’d like, I can come over to your apartment later this evening.”
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She wasted no time in answering, "That's cool, I guess. My roomy and I have been talking about what it would be like to be with another girl, so she won't bug out if we get loud tonight. So what time will you be coming over?"
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"Late,” I answered, “Probably around 9 or 10." As we talked I discreetly slipped my finger inside my shorts and fingered myself. With a wicked little smile, I eased my finger out of my pussy and ran my fingers under Anne’s nose. The shock on Anne’s face was priceless. It took her a couple of minutes to regain her composure. After a couple of deep breaths she said, "Ok...I'll be waiting with bells on...only."
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We exchanged phone numbers and addresses. I even gave her the number for the private line to my room and then I headed for the gym. I was running kind of late, so I had to hurry. It was now 1:30 and Mona, my gym instructor, wouldn't be there very much longer. I hurried as fast as I could, but it was still 1:45 by the time I got there. Mona was already packing up her stuff. Damn, I was almost too late. Approaching her, I asked Mona if she had time to get me through a quick workout. She thought about it for a couple of seconds before deciding to go ahead and walk me through a set. As we went through the workout, it appeared that Mona was looking at the clock an awful lot. I was almost ready to start my stretching after my workout so I said to Mona, "You know hon., if you have to go I'll understand. I didn't mean to keep you.”
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Mona said, "Thank you dear. I'll repay you later,” as she lightly kissed me on the lips. It didn't last longer than a second, but my heart fluttered as I felt her soft and silky lips against mine. Her kiss felt amazing. Even though I was stretching, I couldn't help watching the sway of Mona’s beautiful ass as she walked away from me. I couldn’t help it, Mona looked simply amazing in her tight blue biker shorts and matching sports bra. Since she worked out everyday, everything was tight everywhere.
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After my stretching was over, I got redressed in my cute soccer outfit and headed home. Because of Mona’s early exit, I was arriving home about an hour early. Pulling into the driveway, I turned off the ignition and strolled inside.
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Before I go any further, I should probably give a little background on my family. My parents are divorced and my dad moved to another state. There is my 41-year old mother, my 22-year old sister Mandy, my 24-year old brother Mike and 18-year old I. Us girls are quite comfortable with nudity, so we’re pretty casual about being naked around one another. It’s no big deal for Mandy to lean over me totally nude to get something out of the medicine cabinet while I'm on the toilet.
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My brother is a little more bashful, but not by much. He doesn't prance around naked like the rest of us, but he does walk from his bedroom to the bathroom in the nude when he's going to take a shower.
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When I reached the top of the stairs, I heard muffled moans coming from Mike's room. I had come so close to sex with two other girls today that I decided, in my horny state, to see what Mike was up. Mike's bedroom door was slightly ajar, so I peeked in.
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Mike was standing at the foot of the bed totally naked. And he was really pounding a girl, who had her legs in the air on either side of his arms. Needing to see more, I eased his door open a little wider and quietly stepped in far enough to get a better view. My heart almost stopped when I saw whom the girl was. To my amazement it was my sister Mandy. Mike had his hands on her hips and was fucking the hell out of her. He was pounding her so hard that with every stroke Mandy’s shapely breasts were bouncing up and down. As the tension mounted, Mandy’s head was moving from side to side. When she turned her head in my direction and opened her eyes, for some reason she didn't seem the least bit surprised to see me. She just moaned out, "Hey there Ashley, if you’re going to watch then come on in and close the door. Mom will be home in a few minutes and I'm not real sure that she would approve of this."
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So in a minor daze I walked inside and did as I was told. Making myself at home, I curled up in Mike’s easy chair. I guess my presence disturbed Mandy because she said, "Mike...can we finish this later tonight? I think Ashley and I need to chat alone."
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With a cute little pout on his face, Mike pulled out of my sister and started to clean up himself up. Getting off the bed, Mandy took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. Once inside, she sprawled out on her bed. As I watched she casually spread her legs and gave me a look at the gaping sexually aroused pussy that Mike had just been fucking. She motioned for me to join her and then pointed at the bed.
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Timidly I sat down next to her. At first Mandy she said nothing, she just affectionately ran her hands over my body. Mandy’s hands felt like butter as she possessively grabbed my tank top and started boldly pulling it over my head. My mind was in a whirl and I was practically in a trance as I meekly raised my arms so she could pull my shirt over my head. With a little smile Mandy tossed it carelessly on the floor.
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"Now turn to face me and spread your legs," she ordered, "I want to get a look at that pretty little pussy of yours."
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When I did as I was told, Mandy confidently reached down and pulled the crotch of my shorts aside. As soon as her fingers touched the material she blurted out excitedly, “Damn, your shorts are soaking wet. You must be horny as hell, eh? We better get you out of those shorts."
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Naughty Girl

Part-2-of-7

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So I submissively lay back on the bed as Mandy crawled on top of me in the 69-position. I smiled as she coyly positioned her pussy right in my face as she leaned forward and started removing my shorts. The heady aroma of freshly fucked pussy was awesome. Mandy was soaking wet and her blood-engorged lips were slightly parted. I guess Mike was multi-orgasmic because I could see a tiny dribble of cum oozing out of her pussy. With a smile I flicked my tongue across her pouty lips. I could tell that Mandy was toying with me when she playfully kissed my pussy lips. As I was gasping for breath, Mandy was sensuously running her tongue up and down my slit, occasionally pushing it between my lips and delving into my pussy. I couldn't take it anymore. I knew Mandy was my sister, but she was driving me crazy with desire. She knew how horny I already was so she was toying with me. Hungrily I grabbed her legs and plunged my face into her pussy, letting my tongue wander, licking all over the inside her beautiful pussy.
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Instinctively my tongue quickly found Mandy’s clit and I attacked it with a furious intensity. As I licked and sucked on her clit, Mandy rubbed her hot wet pussy all over my face. Mike may have had her close to an orgasm, but Mandy clearly wanted a woman to get her off. She was toying with me, but she was so aroused by my assault on her pussy that she wasn’t really concentrating on doing me. Every flick of my tongue sent shivers through her body and brought her closer to an orgasm. When it finally happened, Mandy bucked her hips furiously into my face as she rode the crest of wave after wave of orgasms. Once her orgasms subsided, she concentrated on me. I loved every minute of it until I realized that I still had to meet Anne in a few hours.

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Gently pushing Mandy’s face away from my pussy. I said, "Sis, I know that we're in the middle of sex, but I'm meeting a girl later and I need to still be horny for her. You understand, don't you?" As Mandy got off me, she gave me a passionate kiss on the lips and then murmured, "Yeah, babe, I understand. Besides, if we went much further, I wouldn't be interested enough to have sex with Mike later tonight."
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......Ashley and Mandy kiss......

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We were still naked and Mandy was doing a good job at keeping me horny. She was still positioned on top of me and as we chatted, she was casually grinding her pussy against my leg while she played with my hard nipples.

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Just then the door opened. As usual, Mom was already talking as she walked in. She said, "Girls, I'm having a girl from work come over to stay the night and she doesn't know about us being naked around each other... so.” Suddenly, when she saw us naked and Mandy rubbing my breasts with her fingers Mom stopped dead in her tracks. "Wow!" she said with surprise in her voice, "Looks like I'm not the only horny girl around here this afternoon, doesn’t it? Just how long have you two been at this?"

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Mandy looked at Mom while she continued to lick my nipples and said, "Well, Mom, Ashley has been eating my pussy for about half an hour or so. But she won't let me do anything to her because she's staying the night with a girl from school and she is going to fuck her over there."
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I was totally embarrassed. How could Mandy reveal to mom that I was into fucking girls, let alone going over to a friend’s house to get laid? What could I possibly do now?

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“Well,” replied Mom, "Like I said, I've got company coming over after dinner and I plan on getting some pussy myself, so Mandy, you either need to be out of sight or clothed. My lady friend doesn't need to know this soon that we walk around naked."

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We both replied, "Ok Mom."
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After she and Mandy left my room, I took a shower and put on some jogging shorts that I’d had mom cut extremely short and a sports bra. After a sit down family dinner where we all ate together, Mandy and I started to watch a movie. When I looked at the clock, I saw that it was about 8:30. I was still horny and desperately in need of sex in the worst way. In my aroused state, I had forgotten to change clothes and was still wearing my shorts outfit. Since Anne only lived a few blocks away I decided not to use the car, but to jog over instead.

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When I walked up to Anne’s apartment and knocked on her front door, my nipples were already fully erect and my wet pussy had soaked through my jogging shorts. I saw her peephole go dark and then the door opened a few seconds later. Anne answered the door in a flowing white silk robe tied loosely around her waist. Eagerly she invited me inside and confessed that, "I thought that you were just a tease so didn't really think that you were gonna show up.” Then shyly added, “But in case you did, I made myself pretty anyway."

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"Are you kidding me?” I replied. “I've been so horny all day just thinking about you that I can't see straight." By now we were sitting on the couch with our arms around each other. Without warning, Anne stood up, faced me as she said, "Ok, now for my surprise? You remember what I said about waiting with bells right?" Then she dropped her robe and pushed her hips toward my face revealing a Christmas bell attached to a clit ring.
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I wasted no time in leaning forward and enthusiastically licking up and down her damp slit. With a mind of its own, my tongue made its way to her swollen clit. I couldn’t help giggling at the way the little bell tinkled when I licked her clit.

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Taking my hand and pulling me gracefully to my feet, Anne led me into her bedroom. Then she frantically ripped my clothes off, throwing them carelessly on the floor in her haste. As soon as I was naked I forcefully threw Anne onto her bed and crawled on top of her. Running her fingers through my hair, tipping my head down for a kiss, we embraced and our lips met for a passionate kiss. Anne’s tongue darted inside my mouth as she pressed her firm breasts against mine. As I hugged her, I grabbed the cheeks of her ass, and pulled her closer until we were grinding our pussies against each other. We kissed for a few minutes; our hands were wandering wantonly around each other's bodies.

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Once I had Anne worked up enough by touching her breasts and gently rubbing her clit, I kissed my way down her firm belly to her muscular thighs. I lovingly kissed and caressed her inner thighs and her flat stomach. Then I kissed all around her pussy, but was careful not to touch it. For a few minutes I teased her mercilessly, making her ache for the touch of my tongue. Then I lightly ran my tongue affectionately up her slit. After a couple of strokes with my tongue, I gently took her pouty pink lips between my warm red lips and gently sucked. Knowing how delicate her sweet lips were, I was careful not to accidentally bite her.

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When Anne’s breath started coming in gasps, I eased my tongue between her moist lips and started slowly and lovingly, making small circles inside of her. Then I moved up to her clit and started sensuously licking it. At the same time, I inserted my middle finger in her pussy palm up, and started making a come-here movement. This caused my finger to touch her G-spot. When Anne started to get even more excited, I gently sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue while I continued to carefully suck on it. A constant speed with my finger caused her excitement to continue to grow. As she wiggled with excitement, I slowly increased the suction and pressure on her clit with my tongue. An orgasm didn't take too long after that. Anne had a very sensitive clit and wanted me to stop the instant she cummed. Instead I just moved my tongue to the hood right above the clit. When Anne tried to push my head away, I brought her down with extra-soft and gentle kisses and licks on her clit and her pussy.

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.......Ashley eats Anne's Pussy......

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Once she was calmed down and we kissed, Anne ‘s nimble fingers found my clit and began to slowly get me off. My clit was so eager for her touch that I spread my legs wide so that she’d have better access to my pussy. Anne fingered me intently as we continued to make out. An entire day of teasing and torment had made me horny beyond belief. It wasn't long before I was panting like a bitch in heat and my hips were bucking wildly against Anne’s fingers. I was so inflamed with lust that I pinched and pulled my own nipples, while Anne played with my pussy. A few minutes later I was cumming harder than I ever cummed before. As I thrashed and bucked all over the bed, Anne kept fingering me just as fast and hard as ever. After four orgasms I made her stop. I could have gone on, but decided that I should give her some pleasure first.
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"Honey,” I cooed, “As much as I would love to keep on cumming, I believe that I should get you off a little, too. After all, fair’s fair."

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As Anne bounced excitedly on the bed, her fantastic breasts were provocatively jiggling up and down. Then as she lay back on the bed, she begged me, "Ashley, please eat my pussy. I've been fantasizing about your head between my legs since the first day of class. Come on honey, eat my pussy."

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Enthusiastically, I crawled between Anne’s legs and started kissing my way up her silken thigh. To tease her, I licked and kissed the creases where her legs met her torso, and then moved up to work my lips and tongue all around either side of her pussy. When my lips finally touched her pussy, Anne let out a long low moan of pent-up desire. Gently, I parted the soft delicate lips of her pussy and explored her insides with my tongue. She had a heady aroma and tasted as sweet as honey. Anne was a very vocal young lady. All the time I was eating her, she was calling me a cunt and a fucking bitch and was telling me how much she loved what I was doing to her. She gasped when I wrapped my arms around her thighs and started licking and sucking on her swollen clit. After a few minutes of sucking, Anne was totally into it. I didn’t know it but I think Anne had a little streak of butch. Before I knew it, she had her fingers twisted brutally in my hair and was forcefully pushing my face into her crotch. Without releasing my hair, she wrapped her legs around my head and layback to enjoy what I was doing to her with my supple tongue. Anne had a larger than normal clit, which made it that much easier to work on. I eagerly assaulted her clit, sucking hard on it, like it was a tiny little cock. Then, she exploded in orgasm, her girl cum squirting out all over my face. Anne was my favorite kind of girl. I love a girl that squirts. Once the tremors of her orgasm were over, we cuddled together on the bed and fondled each until we dropped off to sleep.
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About 4-the next morning we woke up, still entwined in each other’s arms. Our lovemaking had been so wild that the room was a shambles and my clothes were nowhere in sight. I had an early class, so I had to get going. But where the hell were my clothes? All I could find were my Nike’s. Anne was so apologetic about my lost clothes that I told her it was ok, I could just jog home nude. It wouldn't be the first time I've had to do it. "Just bring them to me in class when you find them,” I said, “But, only on one condition. You have to hand me my clothes in front of the class and say aloud how much you enjoyed having me in bed."

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“Well.” Anne stammered as her face reddened, “At first I was afraid about ever even doing the lesbian thing, but as long as we can keep doing this, then I'll do whatever it takes to get you into my bed again. Oh, and I'll give you a lift back home. You shouldn't prance around in pubic totally nude."
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As I tied my shoes, I straightened up and said, “That won’t be necessary.” Stepping out Anne’s front door, I quickly set off across the parking lot. I enjoyed the cool morning air as it hit my nude body as I jogged home. As my muscles found their rhythm and my body raised a fine sheen of sweat, the cool morning air wafting across my skin caused my nipples to rose like the sun.

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I was comfortable with my jog home because most of the trip was in semi-darkness and even if I were to be seen, I wouldn’t be recognized. The only area of concern was a lighted area about half way home. For about half a block the streetlights would make me recognizable. I wasn’t worried though; I would just speed up during that section. Besides what was the chances that anyone would be up and looking out the window anyway.

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Little did I know…Brian, an ex-boy friend of mine, had just gotten up and used the bathroom. When he returned to his room and sat down on the edge of the bed, he glanced out the window and it was like being punched in the stomach. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. An angel, a naked angel was jogging down the sidewalk past his house. He quickly rubbed his eyes and took a second look. But, she was gone, if, that is, she’d ever existed and had not just been a dream.

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As he lay down and tried to go to sleep, for some reason Brian found himself thinking of Ashley.

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I thought about the few classes I had today, one of them being Business Law. I wondered if Anne would live up to her end of the deal about returning my clothes and what she was to say when she handed them to me.

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Naughty Girls

Part-3-of-7

My Mom, Grace

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By the time Ashley left to go to Anne’s apartment, her mother, Grace was preparing for her date with Janice. Janice was a knockout with long legs, coral blue eyes and long, wavy natural blonde hair, from where she worked. Janice was 5-foot 5, weighed 102 lbs, and her measurements were 36-25-36.

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As her mother was getting dressed, her mind drifted back to when she had first gotten married. Her husband and Grace had only been married for 8-months. They had both graduated from UTA, although Grace had been a year behind him. They’d met soon after she’d graduated and dated a year before getting engaged. They were married 6-months later. One night a few weeks after they got married, friends were over and they started drinking a lot of wine. Crazy college and high school stuff and old girlfriends/boyfriends soon became the big topic of conversation.

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After their company left, still strongly buzzed from the wine, her husband and Grace started talking about their sex lives before they met and the wild things they did. He’d considered himself a real stud, so when he found out about Grace’s sexual past, he like the fact that she'd been a nympho and a slut since she was 14, and that her best friend's father had fucked her in the back seat of his car. He was even glad that she’d loved sex ever since she’d first tried it, and that she just couldn't seem to get enough. He didn’t even care that, as an adult, she loved to have sex with strangers in strange places. Or, that she didn't care if they are male or female, if it was in the back seat of a cab, in a park during the day, or on the loading docks in early morning. As long as she was getting fucked she didn’t care when, where, or who. He was really excited when he found out that she’s even pretended to be a hooker and worked a couple of hotels.

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What Grace didn’t tell him though was that ever since they’d been married she had been fucking her ex-boyfriend, the guy that she was with before they got married. She couldn't help it; the sex had been just too damn good with him to give up.

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When he found out that his wife had been very promiscuous and sexually liberal before they met, he told her that he’d been repressing his voyeuristic sex fantasies. Her being a slut was actually a great turn on for him. And, since she loved having an audience, they could become swingers and he could live out all of his voyeuristic fantasies.

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Being more experienced than her husband, Mom had tried to communicate with him about it and set some boundaries and rules to follow. Grace felt like they shouldn’t take anything for granted. Though the two of them were committed and in love, she knew that there were unhappy couples out there just playing games. To Grace’s ex an open marriage had meant that he could fuck other girls, he never expected his wife to fuck other guys. Grace had tried to tell him that, to keep their mates from getting emotionally attached to someone else, most experienced swingers only play in the same room at the same time.

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Even though her ex had been fucking all their friend’s wives, he couldn’t stand the though of his wife fucking their friends. But once you start swinging there’s no turning back. Even though, he was the instigator, over the next couple of years, their swinging took its toll. Eventually, he divorced her and moved out of state. Grace missed him, but she was better off without him. Now she’s able to be a slut without having to worry about a judgmental husband, plus she was getting all the pussy and cock she could handle.

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Although Grace had been fantasizing about a black guy lately, she was somewhat of a racist and was into kinky white men and white women who were into giving and getting oral. Grace was allergic to latex and couldn't use condoms so she gets to experience the feel of a bare cock filling her pussy with cum. Even though, she loved the way large cocks stretch and fill her adorable pussy, but doesn't discourage guys that don't have one, because most men don't. What really mattered to her was that a guy knew how to use what he’s got.

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To Grace’s credit, not only is she comfortable with but even a little proud of being a slut. The only thing that bothers her is the double standard. When a man fucks a lot of women, he's revered as a stud. When a woman fucks a lot of men, she's viewed with contempt and branded a slut. This distinction makes absolutely no sense.
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Sex, she thought is a biological proposition that also happens to be quite a lot of fun. Our bodies were designed to have sex so that we could reproduce and so that we could have fun. So, what could possibly be wrong with a person, man or woman, who enjoys sex and has a lot of sex? It is simply a biological imperative.

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The next time a guy is tempted to call a woman a slut, he should count the number of women that he’s fucked in his lifetime. She was quite certain it would exceed the number of men that most women have fucked by a wide majority. And if this is not the case with the woman at issue, he’s a lucky man if he has the pleasure of fucking her for she will probably be very adept and enthusiastic about fucking.

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Shacking off all the deep thoughts, Mom smiled at her still beautiful naked body in her full-length mirror. What she saw was an older copy of Ashley. Actually, she, Mandy, and Ashley had the same body and differed only in age. They were all three tall, dark haired, with firm well-shaped breasts and slim strong bodies. Turning on her long dancers legs, Mom admired how firm her pert heart shaped ass still was, especially considering her age.

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When she realized how late it was, she concentrated on getting ready for her date. By the time she was dressed, Mandy had finished preparing dinner and had set the table for Janice and her intimate little candlelight dinner.

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Mom knew that her date, Janice liked romance. So after Janice arrived, Mom engaged in slow-release doses of foreplay, which meant, that she occasionally gave Janice a light kiss on the lips, casually ran her fingers tenderly thru her hair, hugged her a couple of times through out the evening, threw her a compliment or two, kissed her on the forehead from time to time, touched hands while they talked and all the other little things that girls generally find romantic. By the time they retired to Mom’s bedroom, Janice was completely receptive to Mom’s sexual advances.

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When Mom took Janice into her candle lit bedroom, to set the right mood she put on some soft music. There was a bottle of nice wine on ice and glasses ready. With little or no fan fare Mom quickly popped the cork and pour away. With impish smiles they delicately tapped their glasses together and saluted a wonderful evening together.

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As she slowly started removing Janice’s clothes, Mom caringly caressed, touched, and kissed her in places that not even Janice’s ex-husband had ever kissed before. Knowing how self-conscious and shy Janice was, Mom was careful to be very gentle and slow. But as the sparks flew and their kissing became more and more intense, Mon moved her hand quickly from Janice’s outer leg to her upper thigh. Then, without hesitation, she started rubbing Janice’s pussy through her wet panties. Removing Janice’s panties and stroking her bare pussy was a natural progression.

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When Mom eventually spread Janice’s legs, Janice shyly warned her that she was a squirter. She nervously told Mom that she had no control over it. She’d started squirting when she masturbated in her teens. The first time she ever orgasmed with a guy during sex was in her late teens. It was the first time that a guy had ever performed oral on her and she’d squirted all over his face. By the time she was in her mid-twenties her squirting became more intense. Now she squirts virtually every time she orgasms. The more powerful the orgasm, the harder she squirts. She was divorced now but anytime she’s in a relationship she always warns her boyfriends or girlfriends, whichever the case maybe, about it. Most have liked the idea of her squirting but still don't want to have it splash them in their face while they were licking her. Sometimes it has been a problem when she was in between relationships and had a one-time hook up.

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For an answer, Mom leaned down and kissed Janice right on her pretty pink lips. Then Mom playfully flicked out her tongue and warmly stroked her slit. Then Janice’s body gave a little shudder and bucked tighter against Mom’s face as Mom began to gently nibble and lick the delicate outer lips of her pussy. She could taste Janice’s arousal as her tongue continued to loving caress Janice’s puffy, pink outer lips. As Mom’s tongue worked deeper into Janice’s damp slit her salty taste increased and so did her moans of pleasure. Her moaning in turned increased Mom’s excitement. Janice squirmed and shifted as Mom alternated between teasing her clit and the damp slit of her pussy with her clever mouth and tongue. Janice responded by gasping like a fish out of water.

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Janice’s orgasm was signaled by a deep, hoarse grunt. Then she whimpered followed by a string of sexual sounds rippling from her throat as wave after wave of ecstasy shook her dainty body. When the damn broke she cummed for a good 15-seconds, and true to her word she spewed her glorious juice all over Mom’s face.

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As they lay there gasping for breath, Janice marveled at the firmness of Mom’s breasts and the way her dark nipples jutted out. Noticing her interest, Mom offered her one of her nipples. When Janice took Mom’s nipple in her mouth and elicited a moan of pleasure from Mom, she was suddenly filled with a desire to return the pleasure that she’d just received. After paying a little more attention to Mom’s breasts, she gently rolled her over on her back. Then she tenderly kissed her stomach as she slid lovingly, down her body. Mom’s skin was warm beneath Janice’s lips and seemed to grow even hotter as she worked her way lower. Her lips nibbled and licked their way on across Mom’s belly feminine folds between Mom’s outstretched legs.

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Mom gasped as Janice finally gave her glistening slit a long, slow, sensuous lick. Closing her eyes, Mom crossed her ankles tightly around Janice’s back, as she tried to focus on the intense pleasure that she was receiving. Mom shuddered when Janice’s lips brushed her delicate outer lips. With a little smile, Janice moved her hand down and drew her finger slowly up Mom’s slit to her clit. Mom immediately spread her legs wider so that Janice could push one of her wiggling fingers deep into her quivering vagina.

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Janice then turned on her side so that her lower body was right next to mom’s face. When mom opened her eyes, Janice’s beautiful pink pussy was right in front of her. Without thinking she rolled atop Janice, straddling her face and burying her own face between her lovers soft thighs.

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Janice raised her mouth and started eagerly sucking mom’s inflamed clit. With a sudden gasp mom ground her crotch down on her face, riding Janice’s tongue like it was a cock. As she squirmed and bucked her hips, Janice kept stroking her swollen clit with her tongue. Seconds later, mom tensed and then sat bolt upright on Janice’s face, and screamed like a banshee as her whole body shuddering in release as Janice’s tongue elicited a long, glorious orgasm out of her.

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......Janice and mom going 69......

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Mom then collapsed onto Janice’s body, her face again resting between her sweaty thighs.

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Naughty Girls

Part-4-of-7

Brad and Ashley

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The next day, I was sitting in my usual spot in Business Law waiting for the professor to show up and class to start. And, as usual I was wearing a sexy outfit and flirting with the other girls. Today, I was wearing a tight ‘wife beater’ t-shirt that showed off my hard, flat belly, a short plaid skirt and as usual no panties. There was one nerdy girl in particular that I made sure had a good view up my skirt. I only knew her name, Shelly. At one point, when I caught her peeking, Shelly’s face reddened and she ducked her head from embarrassment. Even though she was embarrassed the temptation to see up my skirt was so great, that when she thought I wasn’t looking, she peeked anyway.

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Shelly’s interest really intensified, when Anne entered the classroom. Even though her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, Anne walked straight over to my desk. Then as good as her word, she sat a stack of neatly folded clothes down on my desk, and in a loud, clear voice said, “Hi, Ashley. You left these on the floor by my bed last night when you were over.” Then with a lascivious little grin, she held up a wispy pair of panties, and added, “I found these under my pillow, I believe they are yours?”

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After Anne took her seat, I spent the rest of the class alternately flashing and flirting with both her and Shelly. By the time that class was over both girl’s were lusting after me so bad that their tongues were positively hanging out of their mouths. After agreeing to meet with Anne one evening when we were both free, I made it a point to walk by Shelly’s desk. When I spoke, Shelly was so shy that she couldn’t even return the greeting; instead she just looked down at her feet and blushed.

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By the time I was out of the classroom, I’d decided that Shelly, the nerdy girl was going to be my next conquest. Towards that end, I made it a point to find out where she ate lunch. I lucked out on that one; she liked to study while she ate so she ate lunch alone everyday in the same quiet little off campus café. It was such a nice day that I decided to walk there. If I cut through a nearby apartment complex the little café was only a couple of blocks away.

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As I cut between the apartments buildings, I had the tables turned on me. I saw a guy, but not just any guy. He was so gorgeous that he took my breath away. He was about 6-foot 4, with wavy dark brown hair. His muscular chest and arms weren’t huge and bulky but instead were toned and muscular like a gymnast or ballet dancer. When I first saw him, he was sitting on his patio drinking coffee and reading a book. He was so dazzling that I was afraid that he was gay. If so, it would definitely be a waste of such a fine handsome body. There was a waist high brick fence separating his patio from the sidewalk, so even though I could see that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, I didn’t realize that he was naked until he boldly stood up and calmly amble back inside. I almost died when I saw his big cock swaying from side to side as he walked.

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I was so enamored by the guy’s incredible naked body, that I almost had what they use to call ‘the vapors.’ My knees were so weak that I had to lean on the guy’s brick patio fence and catch my breath before I could proceed to lunch. My cheeks were still flushed when I entered the café. Letting my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I spotted Shelly sitting in a back corner booth by herself. At first glance, she seemed nothing special. She was about 5-foot 6-inches, dark with a vaguely oriental look. Her curly black hair, cut short, was like a cap on her head. Her eyes were either dark velvet or black, depending on the light, and she was thin, almost boyish in her configuration. She wasn’t a girl that most would see as an object of passionate desire, but then again, there was something about the way she moved. The angle of her stance, her gestures, all invited a second look. Even from across the restaurant, the pull was apparent, to anyone perceptive enough to pay attention. With a smile I strolled back and sat down across the table from her just in time to give the waitress my order.

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As the waitress walked away, I smiled and said, “Hi, I’m Ashley. We’re in the same Business Law class.”

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Blood immediate rushed to her cheeks, as Shelly stammered just barely loud enough to hear, “I’m, Shelly. I see you in class almost everyday, but I didn’t think you even knew that I existed.”

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“Don’t be silly.” I purred in my most sincere voice, “Of course I know that you exist. I smiled at you in class today didn’t I? And, I‘m sitting here eating lunch with you aren’t I?”

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“Yes,” she whispered.

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For the rest of the meal the conversation consisted of me doing all the talking, and Shelly nodding her head occasionally.

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For the next three days I cut through the apartments to get to the café so that I could eat lunch with Shelly. And each day, the gorgeous guy was sitting there naked on his patio reading his book. I had become familiar, so for the last two days he’d greeted me as I passed by. Today when he greeted me, he invited me to join him in a cup of coffee. My knees got so weak that I wasn’t sure how I managed to get through the gate and seated at his patio table without falling down. As soon as I was seated he poured my coffee. As he handed it to me, he smiled and said, “Hi, my name is Brad.”

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Taking the cup, I stammered, “Hi, Brad. My name is Ashley.”

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Brad tried to carry on a conversation with me, but I was so awe struck by his beauty and all I could do was stammer and stare at his cock. Eventually Brad said, “Hey, Ashley, why don’t you just suck my cock?” When I looked at him like he was crazy, he went on to say. “It’ll relieve all this tension, and then maybe we can carry on a real conversation and get acquainted.”

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I wanted to suck his cock so bad that it hurt, but I was too overwhelmed to even answer. I kept thinking that it was in the middle of the day and we were right out in plain sight on his patio by a busy sidewalk. Everyone walking by would see us. I might have been confused, but Brad wasn’t. Without waiting for an answer, he took my hand, lifted me out of my chair and guided me over in front of him. Then with a dazzling smile, he placed his hand on my shoulder and gently guided me down to my knees. Unable to take my eyes off Brad’s big flaccid cock and the small turf of hair growing there, I moved forward and lightly slid my hands up and down Brad’s muscular thighs as I slowly spread them wider apart. Flicking out my nimble tongue, I licked the creases where Brad’s legs connect to his torso. Then I nibbled his thighs on my way up to licking and teasing his big hairless balls. As I was eagerly working on big balls, I again find myself wondering why a straight guy shaves his balls and trims his pubic hair back to a little turf over his cock? Then I raised my face slightly and playfully flick my tongue up his shaft, covering its entire length from base to head.

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His cock had looked huge flaccid but now that it was awakening, it was becoming so large that it was almost frightening. I could see it pulsing to life and feel the heat emanating from it as I continued to play my tongue up and down its length. The shaft was thoroughly wet by the time I coaxed a moan from Brad, by gently grasping the base of the shaft while sensuously flicking my tongue around the head. Stretching my soft pliant lips wide, I take the engorged head into my mouth. Again, Brad moaned, as I tightened my lips and started to work my warm mouth up and down its length. Caught up in the excitement, Brad begins making little thrusting motions with his hips as I run my thumb along the dorsal vein.

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As I continued to move my mouth up and down his shaft, I heard the patio gate open and close. When I tried to pull Brad’s cock out of my mouth and look around to see who came in, Brad grabs me by the back of the head and snarled, “Keep sucking, bitch! I didn’t tell you to stop.”

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My face was burning with shame, knowing that someone was watching me as I lowered my mouth back down over Brad’s cock and continued my up and down movements. I knew that there was someone there, because Brad’s and his guest’s voices were a low drone in the background as I continued to suck. As I maintained my rhythm with my mouth, I moved my hand up and cupped his balls, then gently rolled or kneaded them. Still bobbing up and down, I began to twist my mouth back and forth. While still kneading his balls, I backed off to its head and gently sucked on it a few seconds, before widening my mouth and lowering it all the way back down to its base. As my mouth continued to move up and down, my wet tongue slithered all over his shaft. At the same time, I moved my hand lower and start massaging the sensitive area under his balls.

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By now Brad was huffing and puffing and showing signs that he was about to cum. Keeping up the pace and not deviating, I kept doing all the things that had made Brad breath hard and caused his buttocks too clench. As Brad’s breathing got louder and more frequent, I kept going. Suddenly I felt Brad body tense up, and his toes curl up. I felt the pulses in his shaft, then his big balls exploded and my mouth filled with his creamy, hot load. Savoring the salty taste, I swallowed and kept going, my mouth furious thrusting up and down his shaft.

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When I felt his massive orgasm finally subside, I slowed my movements, making them more deliberate. Thrusting a few more times, I eagerly swallowed the last few drops of his load. As I finished swallowing his now flaccid cock slipped out of my mouth. Taking his semi-erect cock back into my mouth, I gently sucked away the mingled moisture of his sweat and cum. Then looking Brad right in the eyes, I eagerly licked him clean of every drop of cum. With a knowing smile, he loving stroked my hair.

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When I moved from my knees back into my chair, I found myself staring across the table at the pastor of our church, Brother Porter. With a smile a mile wide, he said, “Hello Ashley, how’s the family?”

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With my face turning even redder than it was, I stammered, “Hello, Sir.”

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Reaching out and patting my naked thigh in a comforting manner, Brother Porter, said soothingly, “My, you have such milky smooth skin.” When he saw that he was making me even more nervous than I already was, he moved his hand a little higher up my thigh and said, “Relax, Ashley, you’re among friends here.” Then with a malicious little smile, he added, “Don’t worry dear, your mother won’t hear about this from me. What happens at Brad’s stays at Brad’s.”

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Still embarrassed despite or perhaps because of Brother Porter’s assurances, I excused myself with a promise to see Brad later and fled the patio.

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By the time I arrived at the café I’d calmed down and my outward demeanor appeared normal. Knowing how enamored Shelly was with me, I wasn’t surprised that, even though I was late, a very nervous Shelly was still waiting for me. Instead of, as was my custom, sitting across the table from Shelly I sat down beside her. Once we’d ordered, I turned and asked Shelly, “Do you like me?”

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“What?’ Shelly stammered.

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“It’s a simple question. I said do you like me?” I repeated.

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So low that I almost couldn’t hear her, Shelly whispered, “Yes.”

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Naughty Girls

Part-5-of-7

Nerdy Girl and Ashley

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Taking Shelly’s hand, I looked her in the eye and asked, “Then why don’t you act like it?” Without waiting for an answer, I moved Shelly’s hand under the table and placed it on my upper thigh. Poor Shelly almost hyperventilated from shock as she jerked her hand away. Not to be daunted, I grabbed her wrist and replaced her hand on my naked thigh. This time I kept my hand on top of hers so poor Shelly couldn’t jerk it away again.

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As I chatted away with Shelly like nothing was happening, I moved Shelly’s hand up my thigh and placed it on my wet pussy. I could feel her hand trembling, but this time she didn’t jerk it away.

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By the time the food was served, Shelly was clumsily rubbing and fingering my wet pussy. Reluctantly Shelly removed her hand and started eating. Near the end of their meal, I put my hand between my legs and quietly asked Shelly, “Is your car outside?”

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“Yes,” admits shelly, “Why do you ask?”

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Removing my wet, slippery finger from between my legs, I reached up and sensuously smeared my pussy juices across Shelly’s cupid bow lips. As Shelly’s eyes glazed over with lust and her tongue flicked out and licked the juice off my finger, I told her that, “We’re going over to my house and finish this conversation.”

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I thought our actions had been concealed by the tablecloth, but apparently not. When I was walking out, an extremely cute waitress discretely slipped me a piece of paper and whispered, “Call me.” The waitress was too ‘butch’ to be my type. Although still feminine looking, she wore a short mannish looking haircut, and masculine looking clothes. But as I watched the waitress’s tight little ass twitch as she walked away, I reconsidered and slipped the phone number into my purse instead of throwing it away.

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Shelly was so nervous that she had trouble driving to my house. As we got out of the car, I took her arm and escorted her into the house and up to my bedroom. As soon as my bedroom door was shut, I brushed her thick dark hair aside so that I could nuzzle the back of her neck and caress the soft alabaster skin underneath. Then I turned her around and kissed her full on the mouth. When I slipped my tongue between her lips, I could feel he trembling in my arms.

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“No, no, we mustn’t” she moaned as she wrapped her arms around me and fiercely hugged me, telling me with her body that no matter what she said, she wanted it. Then she sighed and kissed me back, her hands drifting nervously up and down my sides. Putting my hands on her hips, I pressed my crotch against hers. I could feel her excitement mounting as her lips softened and her tongue darted into my mouth. I could tell that she was becoming incredibly excited as we shared a soft, sensuous kiss. Shelly was so overwhelmed by the kiss that her knees got weak.

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As I continued to affectionately kissed Shelly, I slowly slipped my hand inside her blouse and discovered that as prim and proper as she’d dressed, she wasn’t wearing a bra. My heart started pounding with excitement as my fingers closed gently around her firm breast. I love teaching inexperienced girls about the joy of girl-on-girl love, so this was a big turn on for me. Shelly unknowingly crossed an invisible line when she allowed me to unbutton and remove her blouse. When I kissed her breast, Shelly’s alabaster skin flushed a faint pink, and her nipples stood up as hard as a pair of tiny but passionate cocks. She giggled happily as I licked at each of her nipples, and caressed her breasts with my supple tongue. When I placed her hand on the zipper, Shelly got the idea and her skirt soon joined her blouse on the floor. Her warm body shuddered as I descended down to my knees, trailing my tongue down her body as I went. Once on my knees, I licked and teased Shelly’s belly button, before I put my hands on her sleek hips and used my tongue to trace another damp trail down her firm flat stomach to her panty-clad crotch.

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When I pressed my face enthusiastically against her crotch, l could feel the dampness of her desire already seeping through the flimsy material of her wispy panties. As I kissed and nibbled the desire-swollen lips of her womanhood through the soaking wet clothe of her flimsy lace panties, I hooked my thumbs under the elastic of the waistband and sensuously eased them slowly down off her shapely hips. When her vagina was exposed, I was happy to see that even though it was weeping for me, it was still especially fresh, smooth, and clean down there. Perhaps little Shelly wasn’t quite as naïve as I’d thought. It appeared that she’d gotten a Brazilian bikini wax in preparation of our little tryst. As I eased her panties on down to her ankles, Shelly placed her hands tenderly on my head for balance and stepped one leg at a time out of them.

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As soon as my tongue touched her clit, Shelly sighed and I could see shivers run through her body. Shelly was so excited that when I slipped the tip of my tongue into her creamy pussy, I could feel tremors running up and down through her inner muscles. I’ve heard the taste described as sweet, but actually her pussy had a vague salty taste. Whatever the case, to me it was an aphrodisiac and excited me deep into my soul. As her body bucked and thrashed, Shelly’s pussy erupted like a volcano, gushing her warm cream all over my face. Her garbled screams of pleasure told me that she wasn’t ready to stop yet. Finally, Shelly moaned, “Ooooh, Aaaaah!” as she gripped my head in a fit of total sexual pleasure.

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After I went down on her, Shelly looked sort of confused as she stumbled backwards weak-kneed and collapsed exhaustedly on to the bed. Rolling her over on her stomach, I tenderly caressed and rubbed her back and shoulders in an attempt to make her feel comfortable.

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Once she’d caught her breath and calmed down, I rolled Shelly over on to her back and started to gently caress her breasts and erect nipples. Any doubt about Shelly’s desire for another woman evaporated in a flash of white heat when she put her arm around my neck and pulled my face down for a kiss. Breaking off the kiss and pushing Shelly’s still flushed face towards my crotch, and told her to, “Suck my pussy! Get your face down there and eat me. Now!”

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With a giggle, Shelly obediently scrambled on top of me and shifted around into a 69-position. After planting a knee on either side of my face, although still nervous, Shelly eagerly planted her face between my out stretched legs. Girl’s have egos just like guys, so when a girl, especially a beginner, thinks she’s doing something great, and that she's the best at it, it makes her more eager to want to do it again. So, as soon as her tongue touched my trembling flesh, I started, telling her, “Oh my god, that feels so good.” Then I started discreetly telling her and showing her how I wanted her to eat me. I just kept ‘stroking’ her confidence and within no time Shelly was eating my pussy like a real pro. Exalting in my salty musk taste, it only took Shelly a few moments to have me shuddering and spasming against face, and clutching tightly to her head as I arched my back. “Oh god! Oh god, yes!”

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She was kneeling over me with her pussy only a couple of inches from my face, so when my body quite shaking, I raised my mouth and started kissing and teasing her with my tongue. As my tongue played up and down her slit, my hands alternated between caressing her ass and playing with her nipples.

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Shelly was a willing pupil, so her mouth and tongue was as busy as mine, but I know tricks that Shelly has never dreamed of, so the more pleasure that she gave me, the more that she got back. Guys have no idea what women really have inside of them. Most of us want sex just as badly and I do mean ‘badly’ as guys do. I was bringing it out of Shelly by making her think there wasn’t any woman in the world that I'd rather be with. The results were pure dynamite. We found ourselves timing our licks so that we both cummed at the same time, not once, but three mind-blowing times.

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When Mandy came home an hour later, she found Shelly and I curled up naked in each other’s arms fast asleep. When Shelly got dressed and I walked her to the backdoor, I had to laugh at her embarrassment over my family’s habit of running around the house naked.

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Naughty Girls

Part-6-of-7

Mom the whore

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I was feeling naughty tonight so I put on my sluttiest whore out fit, a black leather mini-skirt and "fuck me" shoes, and headed up town to work the hotels. My whore clothes change my appearance so much that I never worry about being recognized. A time or two, I’ve fucked guys that I knew and they never even recognized me, one was a deacon of my church, another worked in my office building, and the third was one of Ashley’s teacher. I loved it when guys think I’m a prostitute and take me to their room for sex. When I’m really feeling slutty I pick out the biggest dork in the place and give him the thrill of his life.

Tonight I was feeling extra slutty, so some dork was going to get a thrill.

I was a regular and as far as the bartender knew I was a ‘working-girl,’ but since I was discreet and took care of his fee he tolerated my presence. So when I first got to the bar, I made eye contact with the bartender. Then discretely followed him into the backroom. No matter where a hooker plies her trade there is a price to pay. Whether it’s the pimp out on the street or the bartender in the bar she works out of. Because the bartender really thought I was a prostitute he expected to get paid. The fee varied by how cold hearted the one in power was, but it still had to be paid. In the trade this bartender was considered a pretty descent guy. Instead of taking a poor working girl’s hard earned money, he was willing to take it out in trade. So every time I work his bar it cost me a blowjob. I didn’t mind because, like I said, he was a pretty descent guy, that and he had a nice cock.

After I gave the bartender his blowjob, and grabbed a seat at the bar an attractive black guy sat down beside me. I ignored him but when I looked up he was checking me out in the mirror. When he caught my eye, he offered to buy me a drink. I’m not into black men, but if I was this guy might have gotten my attention. He was tall and light skinned with that ‘Will Smith’ thing going for him. But I’m just not into black guys.

It seems like the only thing they got going from where I sit, is the size of their cocks. I’m a southern white girl and you couldn't pay me touch one. I'll stick with my white men, anytime. Black men like to think they are one up on white man due to their cock size and sports abilities. Big whoop tee-do. Black men are not superior. I am not saying the white man is superior either, I'm just sick of big mouthed black men who are screwed up in the head over the damn slavery thing. I mean that was so damn long ago. So now they hate the whites and think they are such big-shits because they have big cocks. Well, try getting a good job with that big cock. Try staying out of jail with that big cock. Try not being so racist with that big cock. Try to stop knocking up the single black woman with that big cock. Try just trying, anything, with that big cock. Where has that big cock gotten you, as a race, nowhere?

When I said, “No thank you. I have one already,” He was obviously angry, but he took the hint and moved away. As I looked around I spotted my target down at the end of the bar, a wimpy little guy with slouched shoulders and big clunky black framed glasses. Getting up, I used going to the ladies room as an excuse to get a closer look and make eye contact. The big dork was so shy that when I smiled at him he almost peed his pants. Then he turned about 19-shades of red and ducked his head down so low that he almost bumped it on the bar. I couldn’t help laughing as I went on into ladies room.

When I came back, the nerdy little shit was so afraid that I’d speak to him again that he almost fell off the stool trying to not look in my direction.

With another big laugh, I went on back to my seat at the bar. As soon as I sat down, the bartender handed me an envelope and said, “A gentle asked me to give you this.”

“Puzzled,” I mused, “a gentleman? What gentleman? Who was he, what did he look like?”

When I looked inside, there was my usual $200 fee and a room key.

And on occasions like this, since I took care of his fee he was even willing to take messages for me. He was also observant enough to notice that; “He wasn’t a regular so I didn’t know him. I assume that he was an out-of-town businessman. He looked OK, though, about 6-feet tall, dark hair, average build. Wasn’t drunk and seemed relative sane.”

What the hell, I thought, as I picked up my purse and headed for the elevator. The key was for a room on the 6-th floor. When I opened the door and cautiously walked in the room was dark. As I nervously shut the door, and inched nervously across the room, there was enough moonlight shinning through the balcony patio widow for me to see the vague out line of a man sitting on the edge of the bed. As I got closer, he silently pointed at the floor between his feet. He didn’t have to draw me a picture-- I knew what that wanted.

As soon as I was down on my knees, the ‘john’ turns me around and ties a blindfold across my eyes. Then he turned me back around and placed my hand on his cock.

Blowjobs are my favorite thing and can be competently preformed in the dark or blindfolded. Most guys would probably agree that there is nothing like a well-preformed blowjob. Different guys like being sucked off in different ways. Some like it soft or rough, fast or slow, suck the head or take it deep, maybe all of the above. A professional will try it all and see what works with her ‘john.’ Even though blindfolded, I had him lie back and get into a comfortable position where he could relax and enjoy his blowjob. I started by gently caressing his balls parts with my hands, followed by little butterfly kisses and little licks to its head. After a few long wet licks I took the whole thing softly into my wet mouth. His cock was thoroughly coated with saliva when I closed mouth around it and started sucking. As I slowly sucked my unknown ‘john’s’ cockhead in and out of my mouth, I moved my tongue slowly from side to side. Forming an ‘O’ " with my index finger and thumb, I quickly wrapped it around the base against his pubic hair. As I moved my hand slowly up and down his shaft, I sucked and teased the head with my soft lips. As I teased I slowly took more and more of his growing cock into my mouth. I moved my mouth up and down softly at first and then started to slowly speed up. It wasn’t long until he grabbed the back of my head and pushed, forcing his cock so far down my throat that my nose was buried in his pubic hair. Twisting his fingers cruelly in my hair, he started vigorously thrusting with his hips, pumping his hard cock violently in and out of my mouth. He was pounding in and out so hard that I knew when this was over my lips would be swollen.

As he vigorously pounded my mouth, I reached down started playing with his balls. He grunted when I cupped his balls and moaned with pleasure when my fingers crawled back to stroke his ‘taint,’ the sensitive skin located between his balls and his ass-hole. Suddenly he roared and his cum hit the back of my throat with such force that it made me cough, causing hot, cum to ooze out of the corners of my mouth and drip down onto my nipples. After I milked his manhood and drained the very last drop out of cum from his balls, the ‘john’ reached down, and with a familiar-sounding laugh, rubbed the cum that had dripped down on my chest into my breasts. Some guys go crazy over stuff like that.

After pulling me to my feet, he laid me back on the bed and moved between my legs. When he moved on top of me, I didn’t have to be able to see to grab his cock and guide it between my legs. As I eased the big head between my damp lips, he took over from there. The walls of my pussy gripped his cock as he worked his hips and pumped it vigorously in and out of my enflamed pussy. When I grabbed his hips, he grunted and shoved his cock in so deep that I felt his big balls flop against me.

“Fuck me!” I almost screamed as I bucked my pussy up to meet his thrusts as he continued to relentlessly ram his cock in and out of my pussy. Several powerful strokes later, I wrapped my legs around his waste and I yelled, “I’m gonna cum!” Then I went off fast and hard, as he brutally drove his cock forward, spewing his scalding cum deep inside me. There was nothing but the sound of his gasps and my moans as we clutched each other.

I savored the fading sensations as I envisioned the last drops of cum trailing along my cunt walls as his cock shrank and slowly slipped out of my pussy.

This guy was full of surprises. He’d just had two massive orgasms, but he wasn’t finished yet. Once I’d caught my breath, he helped me roll over on to my stomach. He even gave me a smack on the ass to help me on my way, a smack hard enough to leave red marks on my naked butt. How he knew that I wasn’t into anal, I don’t know but as soon as I was on my stomach he pulled my arms behind my back and tied my wrists together. I caused such a row that he had to gag me with my panties, so he could lube up my ass. Then he helped me to my feet and bent me over the back of an easy chair.

When I felt the head of his cock against my ass, I arched my back and resisted. After a couple of hard swats on my naked butt, I bowed to the inevitable and relaxed my sphincter muscle. As soon as I relaxed it, he penetrated me. It was a tight fit, but he was nice enough to take his time until I adjusted. With an easy push he started slowly filling my body with his aching hot cock. Then he shoved it into me again, but a little harder this time. As I moaned he reared back and as hard as he could, slamming his throbbing against my haunches. Then he was reaming me like a bull. As I wiggled my butt helplessly, he was ramming his cock into me with an angry lust. Against my will my asshole was clutching his hard cock as it pistoned. When he went into a long, low moan, chocked with cries of ecstasy, I knew that he was about to cum.

I knew instinctively that when his balls tightened and his movements became jerky that he was about to give up their load. He cried with delight when his cock swelled then jerked and spasmed uncontrollably as he had one of the most intense orgasms I ever seen.

To insure that I never saw his face, the sorry ‘cock-sucker’ left me lying on the bed, tied up, gagged, and naked. A few minutes later a bellboy let himself in with a passkey to free me. I’m sure that he’d been paid well for performing this service, but the bastard wanted a little some extra. I had to promise to suck his cock before he’d free me. To insure that I keep my word, he removed my gag but wouldn’t blindfold, or untie my wrists until I’d sucked him off.

And that’s how I ended up sucking my first black cock. Once I’d sucked him off and he removed my blindfold, I discovered that I’d just sucked off a, if I was lucky, 17-year old black bellboy. He was so pleased with his blowjob that he let me shower and clean up before I went home.

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Naughty Girl

Part-7-of-7

Mandy

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I’m Mandy, Ashley’s older sister. Ever since I hit puberty I'm always horny. I look at any man out there and wonder what's in his pants and what he might be like in bed. Since I hit 15, I’ve gotten even worse. I can't stop. It's so fucking distracting. At college, oh gosh forget it, I can't concentrate. Lots of very handsome guys in all age ranges in suits and ties, I practically drool on my desk. My very first sexual experience was a blowjob, mainly because I was too scared to actually "let him put it in me ". It was my first time but I quickly learned to get and keep a rhythm. I found out the hard way that if I keep stopping to get a hair out of my mouth or change positions it could ruin the whole thing for guy. By the time I’d sucked him off I’d learned to sneak these things out without losing my rhythm.

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One night my, at the time, 19-year old brother Mike and two of his buddies came by to hang out at our place and a steamy discussion of our best sex stories ensued. It wasn’t long until we were all getting horny and Mike’s buddies started taking turns kissing me. We somehow all four ended up on the couch naked, with one guy licking my pussy, and another fondling my breasts, while I sucked off, of all people, my brother Mike.

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I’m a bit of an exhibitionist so I’m nude as often as possible especially around the house, so Mike has seen me naked all his life. We had never engaged in anything of a sexual nature before, but all that suddenly changed. When this hook-up got hot and heavy, and I impulsive went down on Mike’s cock, I really got turned on. I’ve given a lot of blowjobs since I hit puberty and I learned all of the techniques. I know what to do this with my hands and with my tongue. I’d never gotten any complaints; in fact I’d gotten many compliments. Once I had Mike’s cock in my mouth I wanted to make him feel as amazing as possible, so I drew on all my experience and pulled out all the stops. I teased his cockhead with my supple tongue, cupped and caressed then licked his tight balls.

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I’d always been ‘weirded-out’ by the whole eye contact thing and didn't believe it made a difference, but with Mike I wanted to see the expression on his face as I held his cock in my mouth. The look in his eyes was incredible. I don’t know why it was different with him, but I really focused on what made him feel incredible. When he cummed his body shuddered as I swallowed every drop of his hot, salty load. He cummed so hard that he fell back on the couch, shuddering and speechless. When he finally caught his breath, all he could get out was, "wow. I just... holy shit… Oh god, that was incredible."

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After Mike, I sucked off the shy guy that was playing with my breasts. He was so shy that Mike almost had to hold his arms while I pulled down his pants. I started out using my tongue. My tongue danced around on his naked flesh like it was a fish out of water. I mean I went crazy with my tongue. While I not only bobbed my head up and down his shaft, I mixed things up by moving my mouth in a circular motion. I deep throated him, swallowing his entire cock instead of just the head. I know there are women out there that abhor cum in their mouth, but I’m not one of them. So to top it all of, I swallowed every blessed drop of jizz that he blasted.

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As soon as he finished cumming, the shy guy was so traumatized by his first sexual contact with a girl that he couldn’t get his clothes on and get out of there fast enough.

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As soon as he was gone, it was Carl, the guy licking my pussy’s turn to get his blowjob. Carl wasn’t as shy as the other guy so he got a far better blowjob. Because like all men, Carl is a visual creature, he wanted to do it standing up so he could watch from a great angle. As I got down on my knees, he laid his hand lightly on my head and tenderly caressed my hair. Some girls don’t like being down on their knees because they consider it a position of submission, but not me. Being on my knees allows me to literally bob back and forth on him more easily. From this position I can grab his ass or thighs for support as I go down on him.

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When I went down on him, I didn’t just let his cock pass back and forth between my lips. Using the power of suction to enhance his pleasure. I varied my speed from harder, to softer, to faster, but mostly slower because it works. I even used my mouth to mimic those contractions of my pussy muscles when they contract around a guy’s cock.

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The head of the cock is glorious. It’s a purely amateur move, but I like to lick up and down the ridge where the head meets the shaft. Someone else’s hand doesn’t feel the same as their own hand, so I stroked him. I’d go down on his shaft with my mouth and then on the way up I’d twist my hand around it. I was careful not to roughly drag the skin, but to glide over it. When I twisted from the base towards the tip, it was almost like I was drawing the pleasure upward.

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A good blowjob is a marathon, not a sprint. So while I was taking a break from the sucking and stroking, I played with his balls. The changing of sensation is good for him. Now every guy is a little different here. Some like their balls manhandled a bit, some like them licked, some like them sucked. Some like it all. So I started slow and listened for verbal cues. It was easy to see that he liked it gentle. He didn’t seem to mind when I cupped then gently massaged them. But, when I licked a figure 8 around his balls, then brought them into my mouth, he positively purred. When I gently hummmmmed on them I could hear him gasp for breath.

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Grabbing my head, Carl drove his hips forward and violently rammed his cock so far down my throat that my nose was buried in his pubic hair and his balls were pressed against my chin. I could feel the cum boiling in his balls right before he erupted directly into my mouth. It was like a dam busted and he spewed so much cum that he almost chocked. When I coughed a syrupy, white mess of cum dripped down my chin and on to my breasts.

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As Carl dressed and left, Mike took my hand, and said, “You give a hell of a blowjob, Sis. Now let’s see how you fuck,” as he helped me to my feet. “Your bedroom has the biggest bed. Let’s go there. I think that we’re going to need the room.” Then hand in hand, we headed for my bedroom. As we’re walking I notice that Mike no longer has an erection. So as soon as we enter my bedroom I sit him down on the side of the bed. Then I knelt between his legs and took his flaccid cock in my mouth. Mike is young so his recovery time is quick. As soon as he was erect, I took his cock out of my mouth and rubbed it between my breasts. My breasts aren’t huge but they’re big enough to slide his cock up and down between. Looking down and seeing his cock slide between my breasts and the head coming near my mouth is a huge turn on.

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Jumping up, I excitedly straddled his legs and squatted over him, so that I could rub his cockhead up and down the lips of my wet pussy. While I was kneeling over Mike’s lap, I took his cock in my hands and placed the head just inside my moist pink lips. Then I let Mike watch, as his cock slowly disappeared inside of me as I lowered myself down on his shaft. Once it was in, I rocked up and down for a minute or two, but not long enough to let him cum. When he tried to put his arms around me so he can hold me in place while he fucked me, I dodged his arm and got up off his lap. Slipping back down to my knees, I looked up at Mike as I took his cock back into my mouth and shamelessly sucked my pussy juice off his throbbing shaft.

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Standing and forcefully pulling me to my feet, Mike shoved me onto the bed. Then grabbing my ankles, Mike put my long legs up on his shoulders, and roughly entered me; he thrust his cock all the way to the hilt. I was soon moaning and gasping in time with his stead, powerful thrusts. Our bodies were covered with sweat, but we were too caught up in the moment to care. It was just Mike and I, giving in to our wildest desires. My hands were franticly squeezing his ass, pulling him deeper and deeper inside me with each thrust. Soon Mike was huffing and puffing his way toward an orgasm. As he began thrusting faster and faster, I could feel my muscles contracting around his cock. The contractions of my pussy took him over the edge, and he started shooting his load deep inside of me.

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After that, every once in awhile Mike would invite Carl over and they would double-team me, and bang me like a Thai whore. I don't want to seem like an ingrate, but Carl always insists on eating me out while Mike was pounding away in me dog-style. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not looking a gift horse in the mouth, but it makes me laugh when Carl is lapping my pussy while Mike’s cock is moving in and out of it. When Carl occasionally licks up and down Carl’s shaft or his nuts, he always covers it by saying, "Oops, I'm sorry. An accident." I’m so sure that Carl is bi-sexual, that I made a mental note to check it out in the future.

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Glory Hole Surprise

Part-1-of-2

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It was a late fall afternoon and I was walking home from band practice. My dad was running late picking me up so I told him that I’d start walking home and he could pick me up at the park. When I got to the park I needed to pee really bad, so I went to the public restroom that all parks have. I did not see the hole in the wall in the stall until I was hit with a rude and nasty surprise.
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While sitting on the commode peeing, I felt something thump me on the back of my head. When I turned around and looked, I was in shock. About a foot above the back of the commode there was this hard thick throbbing cock pointing at my face. It was sticking through a hole someone had cut in the wall. I was kind of shy so it was the first time that I’d ever seen a cock in my 17-years. I quickly finished peeing, pulled up my pants and reached for the stall door handle, but at the last minute I hesitated. Like a snake to a mongoose, my eyes were drawn back to the hole. It was as if the thing was looking right at me and I was too stunned to move or talk. I was so mesmerized that all I could do was stare at it.

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After a few moments the man wiggled it in front of me. What did he expect me to do? What kind of a girl did he think I was? Why would anyone just do such a thing? Everything about this situation was so foreign to me. I was so devastated that my knees gave way, and I sank weakly down on to the commode seat facing backwards. This placed my face only inches away from this vile and offending thing.
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My parents had brought me up to be a proper young lady. I didn’t swear, drink, smoke or even talk back to my parents. Moreover, I was active in my church and my school. Everyone who knew me knew I was the perfect daughter, student, and friend. So how dare this pervert do this to me? While I sat and looked at the throbbing beast in my face several thoughts ran through my mind. I should call my dad or better yet the police. But what would I say? It would be too embarrassing. And, I definitely didn’t want to get a reputation for soliciting such actions from men.
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Wrestling with my moral dilemma I continued to stare at the massive piece of meat before my eyes. It looked harmless enough. It wasn’t that big, a little over 7-inches, but thanks to its thickness it looked huge. It was very veiny, and dark- colored. And he had the juiciest, roundest head. His balls were thick, and hung well below the base of his cock. My curiosity got the best of me. Never seeing one before much less touching it, I began to wonder about what a cock would feel like. Nobody would ever know. I would never tell. Then my mischievous side came out, as I told myself that it would only happen this one time. This was perfect, I could be a little bad and nobody would know.
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I slowly reached out for it. When my hand reached it, the cock twitched and scared me. Mustering up my courage, I reached for it again. This time I did not pull away when it twitched. It was a very strange feeling. I could feel his cock throbbing in my hand and it was warm and soft but hard and throbbing all at the sometime. My cold hand felt so good on the skin like it was made to be holding a cock. For the first time I could recall there was a strange warm tingling between my legs and my heart began to beat faster.
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Then the man began pushing his cock in and out of my hand. Through the wall I could hear muffled moans of the stranger I was jerking off and he was breathing heavier. As I was jerking the man off, I realized my nipples were poking through my shirt. Even though it was made of thick material, my nipples could clearly been seen as if the fabric was a seer silk. The more the man moved and moaned the hotter I got. Never before had I experience such acceleration and excitement. It was beyond anything I had ever felt.
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Returning my attention to his shaft, my hand began moving faster along the man's cock. I was enjoying this as much as he was. My blood ran hot and my face was flushed with excitement as I watched the head swelling up even bigger and like a little eye the pee-hole was opening and closing with each stroke of her hand. Then the unexpected happen. In the middle of all my excitement the man cummed with a loud grunt and shot his load right into my face. His cum was all over my glasses, my face, and my shirt. Some of it even got in my hair. Again I was in shock. I sat there motionless for a few moments. It was so bizarre that I didn't even notice when the cock disappeared from the hole. When I came to my senses I was alone. Slowly, I got up and stumbled out of the stall and over to the sink. I washed up in shear disbelief.
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Before I left the restroom I staggered over and looked in the stall again. I don't know why. Maybe I wanted the cock to reappear or I was wondering if it was all just a trick. Confused I walked out. My cell phone rang, just as I was making my way out of the restroom door and across the sidewalk. It was my dad calling to tell me that he was waiting for me in the parking lot. It was a close call. If he had called early, I would have been in big trouble. The walk to the car gave me time to compose myself, before I got in.
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I got into the car and kissed my dad hello. He made small talk all the way home. He was in a good mood, a rare thing for him these days. When he’s in a good mood he’s actually very funny. At least my father got my mind off the little experience I had in the public restroom and it was a good thing too, because I was starting to dwell on it. His lighthearted humor let me forget the whole thing.
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A week later to the day, my dad was running late again. For the second time in as many weeks I was walking home. When I got to the park, I saw the restroom where I’d done that unspeakable thing. As much as I wanted to avoid it, it seemed to beckon to me. Even if I went in, what where the chances that there would be another fat cock waiting for me? I bet the last time that it was sheer coincidence that it happened. As if they had a mind of their own, my feet turned towards the restroom door. I don’t know if I was just curious or if I unconsciously made this situation happen again. Trance like, I found myself walking across the restroom floor toward the stall once again.
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Timidly I eased open the stall door and looked in. Nothing, the stall was empty and nothing was coming through the wall. I'm not sure if my emotions were of relief or disappointment. Slowly I shuffled into the stall and without raising the lid, sat down. Again, I'm not sure why I did it, maybe I felt like I needed some time to think. As I sat there pondering why I was here and what I was feeling, I got bumped again. My heart skipped a beat and my blood ran fast as I whirled around and I saw that fat beautiful thick cock again. Quickly taking it in my hand before it disappeared, I sat back down facing the wall. Again those wonderful feeling flowed through my body as my hands were quickly jerking it off.
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Again, I heard the strangers muffled moans of pleasure coming through the wall. Leaning forward I put my ear nearer to the wall so that I could hear better as I continued to work on that monster in front of me. My face was so close to the cock that I was jerking, I could smell the musky maleness coming off of him. I don't know what possessed me, but suddenly I kissed it. The immediate reaction was loud moans from my 'John' then him asking for more. Here came the naughty girl inside me. Slowly I took my tongue and ran it down then back up its entire length. When I reached the tip, I licked it and then put the head of his cock into my warm mouth. I lathered up the head with my spit as I began to suck on it just a little as I continued to jerk the man off. Without warning, I felt the warm creamy liquid shoot down my throat. Oh god he had just cum inside my mouth.

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The reality paralyzed me with such uncertainty that, the man had plenty of time to finish unloading everything into my mouth. Slowly, he pulled out and I watched it disappear. I couldn’t believe how much there was as I quickly, I spit out the sour yet sweet white milk from my mouth into the toilet. After flushing it away, I went to the sink and tried to wash my mouth out as best as I could. Then I searched my purse for some gum and popped it into my mouth. Looking into the mirror, I realized I had just given my first blowjob. The thought excited me, yet scared me. Regardless, I had to giggle. This was going to be an interesting entry into my diary, I thought as I cleaned up and made my way out to the parking lot.
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The drive home was great. Dad and I laughed, told silly jokes and generally got along just great. I had given my first blowjob, which put me in a really great mood. So even if my dad had been down and out, I think I could have infected him with my laughter and my attitude. It was such a great drive home that dad decided to give mom the night off. We stopped and brought fast food so she wouldn’t have to cook.
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During the next week, I noticed a change in my attitude and my outlook on life. Nothing was as boring as it used to be. The little things in school that I was stressing out over were not as important anymore and boys seemed a lot cuter and the men a lot more interesting (if you know what I mean). Yet, I couldn't wait for my 'park date,' which made the week feel like it drug on a little longer than normal.
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Finally, the day came and I found myself almost in a rush to get to the park. Looking at my watch I was about a half hour early so I doubted that he’d be there yet. To be safe I made my way on into the restroom, grabbed my stall and took a seat to anxiously awaiting my 'date.' This was the stall that had brought me nothing but surprises and it did not fail me today either. The cock that came through the wall looked nothing like the one I sucked the other day. Also, I could hear the man's muffled voice and he was speaking Spanish. I know it was Spanish because some of our housekeepers speak it while they work. Not that I'm prejudice but I have never know a Mexican other than our housekeepers, gardeners, mechanic, and such.
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Where did this guy get off expect me to suck his cock? Was I even considering sucking it? The man kept pushing it in and out almost screaming for attention. I figured I should do something before he attracted too much attention. Again, I grabbed it and began to work my magic. He finally settled down and began moaning. Furiously, I pumped his cock working my hand trying to make him cum fast.
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Despite my best efforts, he was taking forever. My arm hurt from stroking it so I decided to use my mouth so he would cum quickly like my 'date.' So I repeated my performance. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, causing him to moan very loud. Then I took it into my mouth. Bobbing my mouth up and down on his cock seemed to bring more of a response from this guy. Just like I predicted, in no time he was shooting his sticky cream down my throat. Again, I spat it out and used some gum to hide the taste.
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Sitting back down on the commode, I looked at my watch. That whole Mexican experience only took ten minutes. What was I going to do until then? Then I looked up in time to see another cock come through the hole. Damn it. How many cocks was I going to have to suck before I could get to my cock? When I realized what I had just thought, I found myself mortified and began to laugh. Up until a week ago I never had seen a cock and now I was thinking about sucking on my third one.
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I was already playing with it before I realized I had even touched it. Again, I began to lick and suck it like I had done before. As I sucked and swallowed this other cock I realized, I really enjoyed how a cock tasted and felt in my mouth. The more I sucked the more I wanted. Before I knew it I was trying to deep throat the cock that I was sucking. The man on the other side of the wall was moaning in Spanish so he must have been a friend of the one I’d sucked right before.
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All too soon, this one cummed as well, this time though I swallowed. I couldn’t believe how much I like the feel of the warm salty liquid running down my throat. Slowly, I pulled his cock out of my mouth, licking the shaft as it went out. I sat there smiling at the hole as I watched the cock disappear. This was wonderful. I had the best of both worlds. Nobody knows who I am so I don't get a bad reputation and I get to suck as many cocks as I want.
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As I daydreamed, I sat there waiting for another cock to be put through the hole. This time I had to wait for a while. It was worth the wait though; because when I saw 'My Cock' it looks so yummy that I bent over and swallowed it in one gulp. Slowly I sucked it down I could feel my cheeks expand as I took more of his shaft in. eagerly, I licked it, stroking it as I went to work with my mouth. As my head bobbed up and down on his engorged cock as I heard myself moan with pleasure. His swollen head hit the back of my throat every time I swallowed. Up and down the shaft my hand went, while I sucked on it like a cum hungry little slut. Oh my god, I just realized what I had turned into. This piece of meat I was sucking made me feel so dirty and hot; it had turned me into a hungry little cocksucker. When I realized what I had become, my panties got so wet I had to take them off.
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For the first time since I began sucking cocks, my hand pulled up my skirt and began playing with my hot wet pussy. I kept sucking and moaning on 'My Cock' while I played with my pussy. Saliva ran down my chin and I slobbered and sucked that massive cock in my face. The length and thickness felt so good in my mouth, I just wanted to swallow the entire length. For the billionth time I wished there was no wall between this stranger and me, so that I could feel the entire length of the cock I was sucking. Still I kept sucking like there was no tomorrow.
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While I was in the middle of the most enjoyable blowjob that I’d given so far my cell ran. Without taking the cock out of my mouth, I looked at the phone and saw that it was my mom calling. There was no way I could talk to her and suck cock both at the same time. But if I didn't answer she would freak out. The stranger kept shoving his the cock through the hole and into my mouth, fucking my face like the slut I am. When the phone stopped ringing I picked up the pace so I could make this guy cum, then I’d call my mother back.

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I sucked it faster, longer and harder than I ever sucked a cock before. My effort where rewarded when I heard the muffled moans of the stranger. He was really enjoying how good I sucked. But I almost laughed when his cell began ringing. Just when you're having a good time people seem to bother you, I thought. The moaning and ringing stopped. I knew he had answered it. This made me a little mad so I was going to make sure he could not talk too well on the phone. I stroked his cock; licked the shaft and the head, then I deep throated his entire cock.

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Glory Hole Surprise

Part-2-of-2

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Just as my nose buried in his kinky public hair and my lips wrapped around the bottom of his cock, I heard him moan, "I'm cumming!" and then I felt him shoot his load down my throat. I was caught off guard and pulled back. The second time his balls burst forth the shot hit me in the middle of my face covering me with gooey cum. Then he shot two more times. One got on my blouse the other missed me, so I thought. Before I knew what happen or could say anything the cock disappeared through the hole. Quickly, I began to clean up and dialed my mother back.

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My grandparents were already at house waiting for dad and me to get home so we could have dinner. They were very punctual, very proper and mom hated to keep them waiting. Mom had been calling to make sure that we were headed straight home without delay. Quickly I pulled myself together and ran out the door. In a tizzy I rushed out of the restroom and turned the corner towards the parking lot without looking. I bumped into my dad who was racing around the corner of the other restroom himself. We both froze and just stood there like dummies, looking at each other.
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My dad looked at me then looked at the women's restroom wondering if I was just coming out of the ladies' room. I too looked at my dad then at the men's room and wondered if he was coming out of that door. My face felt as flushed as my dad's face looked. We both realized why we were coming out of the restrooms. He looked at my face as my eyes fell on crotch. He still had a bulge. Again our eyes met.
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Finally, he cleared his throat and stammered, "Your mom and grandparents are waiting for us. We need to hurry."
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I nodded and trance like followed him to the car, neither one of us said a word. Quietly he started the car and drove home. Silence was a weight pressing down on them on their trip home. Every once and awhile, I would steal a quick glance to see if I could read dad’s facial expressions. But, it was impossible to tell what he was thinking. Even with this pallor of depression hanging over our heads, I found myself also stealing glances at his crotch. In his pants was the cock that I had been sucking for the past few weeks and even though it was very depraved and dirty, there was something that about it that turned me on.
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Finally, he spoke. Because he mumbled it sounded like he said I had gum in my hair.
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"What daddy? I didn't hear you," I answered.
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"You got cum in your hair," he said a little louder clearing his throat once again.
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I looked in the mirror and noticed a long stream of cum highlighting my hair.
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"Sorry daddy, I thought I had swallowed it all," I replied without thinking.
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Unthinkingly, I’d just admitted to my dad that I was a cocksucker and that I swallow. Again, the car went deadly silent as I cleaned my hair. I couldn’t help myself; I looked at his crotch again. Was my imagination playing tricks on me or was his bulge getting bigger? I even seemed to be twitching. Did it turn him on knowing that it was his cum in my hair? Did it get him hard when I told him I swallowed? Was he imaging me with his cock in my mouth slurping on it like the little cocksucker that I’ve become?
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"I'm sorry daddy for being bad. I didn't mean to. It just happened. Please don't tell mom," I finally blurted out.
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"It's ok Honey. I know you didn't mean to, just like I didn't. It was all an accident. We won't tell mom. She doesn't have to know that you're a little cocksucker, ok baby," he replied.
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"Gee dad you don't have to say it like that. I mean you make it sound so dirty and disgusting," I answered.
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"Well, Sweaty, you were sucking strangers' cocks in a public restroom. You never knew who you were sucking," he told me.
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"Yea and you where the one who was getting blowjobs from who knows who in that same restroom," I reminded to him.
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We stayed quiet for a few minutes then we both started to laugh at the same time. That was the silliest conversation we had ever had. I was accusing him of getting his cock sucked by a stranger and he was accusing me of sucking strangers' cocks. After a few minutes of laughing out loud, we settled down and both let out a huge sigh.
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"Did I do a good job daddy?” I asked without thinking.
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He sat there quiet for a little while then he cleared his throat. "Not the first time Honey, but this last time it was incredible," he said then he laughed.
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"What's wrong daddy?" I asked.
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"I can't believe I just told my daughter that I loved how she sucked my cock," he said.
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I joined him in the laugh, then told him, "Well I did ask.”
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"In that case, you did a great job. I just wished your mother would do that. She never sucks me anymore," he sighed.
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"Yea I see why. Even with the wall between us you still made me gag. I don't think I could have swallowed it all if I tried," I admitted.
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"You still did a great job. Thanks Honey," he replied.
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My eyes glanced down again at my dad's crotch. His bulge was bigger than ever.
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"Well you shouldn't go into the house like that," I told him.
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He looked at me with a confused stare. I pointed to his erection.
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"I can't help it. All this talk about blowjobs and swallowing has me all worked up," he replied with a chuckle.
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"Well you should take care of it. No telling what Gramma and Grampa will say if they see it," I answered.
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"Yea, like I'm just gonna whip it out and jerk off in front of you," he told me.
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"It's not like I haven't seen it before," I laughed.
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"You're serious," he said in astonishment.
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"Well, if you don't want to do it, I can do it for you," I suggested.
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He didn't respond nor did he move, so I leaned forward a little and reached for his zipper. Slowly I unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing hard cock. Without the wall making it look smaller, it was so thick and long that it was intimidating looking. Up and down my hands went on my dad's cock.
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"Oh god Honey, what are you doing?" he moaned.
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"Taking care of your erection daddy," I replied.
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"You like that baby? You like daddy's fat cock?" he asked.
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"Yes daddy. It's so huge and thick and hard," I answered.
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”Who am I to deprive my daughter of pleasure?” chuckled dad as he used his right hand to grab a handful of my hair and shoved me down onto his fat dick. Before I could say a word, his cock was gagging me. "That's it you little fucking cocksucker take daddy's cock. Fuck yea, show daddy what a good cocksucker you are Honey.” After a couple of deep breaths, he added, “As soon as I saw the cum on your hair, I knew that you were that little slut who sucked cock in the restroom. Oh fuck swallow it Honey, take daddy's cock all the way down your throat," he moaned as he shoved his cock deep into my mouth.
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I couldn't believe how big and thick my dad's cock felt in my mouth. The head was hitting the back of my throat every time he shoved my face deeper onto his engorged cock. It was hard to breathe as I swallowed his massive cock. As more and more of his cock was shoved into my mouth, I sucked and swallowed as much as I could. My dad continued to talk dirty as he fucked my hungry mouth.
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"God Honey, you have such a hot, wet, hungry, mouth and I love how you suck cock, you little whore. You love sucking cocks don't you baby? Yea, you were born to suck cock Honey," he continued.
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Hearing my dad talk so dirty made me hot and wet. I began sucking his cock like the hungry dirty little cocksucker he knew from the restroom. Deeper and longer I took his fat cock into my mouth. My head bobbed as I slurped his long cock. This was way better than sucking it through the wall.
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"Oh baby, that's it keep going, take it all baby, suck it good. Fuck you're the best cocksucker ever. Keep sucking," he groaned.
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I felt him tensing up as his right hand shoved my face deeper onto his cock and I literally saw his balls draw up into his crotch. Then I felt the first jet of thick, hot cum blast into my throat. It was warm and gooey as it hit the back of my throat. It was followed by pulsation after pulsation and I felt like my mouth was filling with thick, hot cum. Without skipping a beat, I swallowed every drop. Then slowly I licked his cock clean as he drove up to the house.

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As he stopped the car, he lay back on the seat and blew out his breath. "We don't have to tell anyone Honey. It's our secret," he said as he smiled at me.
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"I know daddy. And we can do it more often now,” I told him.

“Yea, and you don't have to use the restroom any more,” said daddy,"

"I don’t know dad, I would want to miss out on all those other cocks?" I mused.

He didn't answer. We both got out of the car and made our way into the house. Maybe we could keep our little meeting place, and maybe I could keep enjoying other men’s cocks as well. It was going to be a good fall.

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The end…

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slave-[F-01]-(non-consensual-girl/girl-slavery-spankings-bondage)-part-1-of-3_forced sex erotica

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Sex Slave

Part-1-of-3

The Trap is sprung

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My most memorable sexual experience happened when I was just out of high school and spending summer with some of my friends camping. Most of us were going to different colleges, so we knew that summer would be the last time we would see each other for years to come. Perhaps that's why my friends did what they did.
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All throughout high school I had a sexual fantasy that I had shared with only my 4-closest friends. It was a totally bizarre fantasy about being abducted by a woman or group of women and turned into their slave. In this fantasy I would be kept naked at all times and kept in a state of sexual tension and not allowed to masturbate. I'd be forced to service them sexually, and I'd be punished with whippings and spankings whether I was obedient or not. Sometimes in these fantasies I'd be the only slave there. Sometimes I'd be one slave among many.
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After years of hearing these stories, apparently my friends all got together and decided that summer to turn my fantasies into a reality. Melinda's mom had a cabin out in the woods of West Virginia, about 25-miles from the nearest town. We took 2-jeeps up there with enough supplies for 6-weeks. Betty was driving one of the jeeps and Ginger and I were riding up front with her. About 8-miles from the camp Betty stopped the jeep and told me to get out.
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Betty was driving one of the Jeeps

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I asked her what was wrong and she just repeated the command again. When I still refused to get out of the vehicle, Betty informed me that I was going to be her slave for the rest of the summer and I was getting off to a bad start by being disobedient. She informed me, in no uncertain terms that I was already due to be punished for my disobedience, however the longer I argued with her the worse my punishment was going to be.
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The tone of her voice told me she was serious, and Ginger made it clear that she and Betty were in this together. I was 12-miles from the nearest town or road, and the sun was going down in about an hour. Since it was Betty's jeep and the only form of transportation Dakota's jeep was now about a mile ahead of us) it wasn't like I had much choice, but to do what she said.
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After I got out of the jeep, Betty and Ginger followed and stood on either side of me. At this point I think it was Ginger who ordered me to strip.
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"What?"
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"You heard me. You're going to spend this entire summer as a naked slave, and I suggest you take your clothes off now, or else we're going to take them off for you!"
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I don't know what possessed me, but instead of complying, I tried running back towards town. It was 12-miles away and I didn't have much money, and this was the sexual fantasy I had been dreaming about for years, but I ran anyway. Maybe I wanted them to chase me. Maybe I wanted them to catch me and drag me back by force. I'm not sure what I wanted, but whatever my reasons, they did catch me and they did drag me back by force.
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Betty and Ginger threw me down on the ground. Then while I was lying facedown in the grass, Ginger pulled my t-shirt off and used it to help bind my arms. Betty then used her knife to cut the straps of my bra and then my bra was thrown into the woods. My 2-friends then rolled me over onto my back. Betty took off my shoes and socks and then unbuckled my belt. I was fascinated by the fact that my pussy was now soaking wet as Betty unzipped my jeans and pulled them down my legs. Betty felt my pussy through my panties before she pulled those off as well. As she noted how wet my pussy was, I tried to grind my pelvis against her hand, but it was not to be.
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"Oh no you don't, slave. You aren’t allowed to cum without permission." Then with a laugh, she grabbed my panties in both hands and yanked them down my legs and off over my ankles. Now that I was totally naked, Ginger stood me up and tied my hands behind my back with nylon cord. My clothes were loaded into the back of the jeep and I was helped back into my seat between Betty and Ginger. I was ordered not to speak unless spoken to so the rest of the trip was passed in silence. Ginger kept her left hand on my slender thighs and the way she kept feeling me up was arousing me even more and more.
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I think somewhere in the back of my mind I thought that when we got to the cabin, Melinda and Dakota would demand that I be released and that would be the end of my enslavement. Boy, was I ever wrong about that. When we there, Ginger helped me out of the jeep and I stood there naked, barefoot and bound while Dakota and Melinda came out of the cabin. Ginger held onto my right arm and walked me over to my friends. Before I could say anything Dakota kissed me full on the mouth and said "Valerie, You're gorgeous." She kissed deeply again and again, and then she began to nuzzle my neck while holding me close. There were tears running down my face as I realized the hopelessness of my situation and yet I was more aroused then I had ever been before in my life. While Dakota continued to apply her lips and tongue to my earlobe, neck and lips, she allowed her hands to wander across my vulnerable breasts, belly and crotch. To my embarrassment she announced to everyone that my pussy was sopping wet.
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"I guess we made the right decision then," announced Melinda. "Betty, I think it's time to set down the ground rules, don't you?"
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Moving in front of me, Betty took me by the chin and turned my face towards her. Then looking into my eyes she told me of the terms of my captivity. I was to be kept naked until August the 28th. I was not allowed to masturbate. My pubic area was to be kept clean-shaven at all times. I was never allowed to cross my legs or to allow my thighs to touch. I was to sleep on the floor unless one of the girls invited into her bed for the night. I was to have sex with any of the girls whenever I was ordered to do so, I was only to speak when spoken to and I was always to use a respectful tone of voice. I was to refer to all 4-of my friends as ‘Mistress’ and I was to be tied up or doing manual labor whenever I wasn't having sex. Violating any of the rules was grounds for punishment. My punishments usually consisted of a spanking or a whipping.
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Because I had tried to escape and refused to strip for Betty and Ginger I was sentenced to a whipping after Dakota was done groping me. I was unceremoniously led out into the middle of the front yard and forced to stand between 2-trees. And then the girls roughly grabbed me while Betty callously tied my arms and legs in an X position between the 2-trees. I was being forced to stand with my legs so far apart that it was easy to see how plump and swollen the lips of my pussy were. With my arms pulled over my head, my breasts stuck out high and proud. I felt more exposed then I had ever felt before in my life. And yet as scared as I was, I was actually looking forward to my first whipping.

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As if by magic, Betty and Dakota produced the necessary tools to shave my pubic area. First Betty cut off the bulk of my pubic hair with a pair of scissors. Then they both used safety razors, shaving cream and hot water to shave off the scant hair I had left covering my pubic mound. When my pussy was completely naked, Dakota made certain to wipe all the shaving cream off my crotch. Naturally she took the opportunity to feel me up and rub her fingers across my clit and pubic lips. I was about 3-seconds from cumming when she withdrew her hand and left me insane with arousal.
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Arms weary from being held over my head, I started struggling against my ropes even before the whipping began. Without me noticing, Betty had taken up a position behind me with a long, leather belt. Her first blow … slash…hit me across both ass-cheeks but stung less than I thought it would. I looked over my shoulder …slash…and watched as my friend …slash… continued to whip me. She lashed …slash… my left buttock, and then …slash… my right, then …slash… the back of my left thigh, then …slash… my right. She had a …slash… pattern. Each lash …slash… seemed to sting …slash… more than the last …slash… until I finally …slash… broke out into tears …slash… and wept shamelessly.

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Betty smugly informed me that I had received a total of 40-strokes and that from now on that would be the standard number for all my future whippings. I hurt so bad that I barely heard her. My whole backside was an angry rosy pink color and it stung worse than I ever thought possible. Oddly enough, I was still aroused to the point of total erotic frustration.
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Ginger and Dakota untied me, but I was warned not to masturbate no matter how aroused I became. With that warning my friends put me to work unloading the suitcases and other luggage from the jeeps. My luggage and all my clothes were locked up so that I wouldn't be tempted to try and wear clothes during my time as a slave. The sun had gone down by the time I was done with my labors and I was exhausted, horny and emotionally drained. Luckily Dakota took pity on me that night and she took me by the hand and led me to her room. Once there I was made to undress her. She had me do it properly, folding each item neatly after I stripped it off of her and placed it at the foot of the bed so that I could do her laundry the next day.

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Once Dakota was naked she quite simply raped me. She threw me down on the bed and pinned me underneath her. She gagged my mouth with her tongue and kissed me over and over again. She nibbled on my earlobe and my throat, leaving a severe hickey. She had me arch my back and stick my breasts out as far as humanly possible so that she could kiss, suck and even bite my nipples.

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Once in her room Dakota raped me

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Then she roughly slipped her fingers into my slit, first 1, then 2, then 3-and then all 4-at once. I was so aroused that I cummed after her first finger was inserted. However Dakota just kept on going. She used her fingers and her tongue to bring me to 2 or 3-orgasms that night. She then rubbed her own hot, swollen pussy against my thigh while I was pinned underneath of her. She was incredible. Her skin was so soft and warm and smooth against mine. I found myself wondering why we’d never done this before. Then after she had reached her first orgasm of the night she instructed me to take control and seduce her exactly as she had done to me.
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I was slow to take the dominant role, but gradually I got more and more into it. She tasted delicious as I kissed her lips and nibbled on her skin. And as I bit her nipples she actually urged me on, telling me to bite harder and harder and harder. Then with a giggle, she slowly spread her legs to show me her pink little pussy lips all smooth, shiny and wet and just waiting to be licked and sucked. Kneeling between her legs, I pulled her legs even farther open, immediately rubbing the tip of my tongue around the outside of her pussy, teasing her with my hot breath. So close to being in her, but not yet letting her savor my full tongue inside of her.
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I take her soft wet pussy lips delicately between my lips and suck them gently, occasionally darting my tongue briefly inside her hot, wet, and juicy slit.

I felt her shiver as my hands move slowly up from her thighs, across her stomach, and over her breasts. As I continued to lick her, my fingers gently playing with her nipples, squeezing them, and pinching them just enough to give she a tingle, but not hard enough to hurt. As I caressed her breasts with my hands, my tongue was now getting deeper inside of her pussy as I continue to kiss, lick and eat her like she's never felt before. She could feel herself having little orgasms, cumming every few minutes, and never wanting this moment to end.

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Soon we were a collection of entwined arms and legs as we collapsed spent into each other’s arms. Somehow, I wound up with my pussy resting on Dakota’s thigh as we recouped our lost energy. As I lay there watching the delicate lips of her pussy pulsing slightly with the rhythm of Dakota’s breathing, I couldn’t resist gently blowing in it. She giggled as my warm breath made her quiver.

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After kissing my way up her thigh, I couldn’t resist flicking out my tongue out and gently caressed her slit. Moving up, I covered Dakota with my body. She struggled for a second, but when I started kissing and nibbling her neck, she calmed down. I cupped her firm breasts and kneaded them gently, her suddenly hard nipples rubbed against my palms.

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Sex Slave

Part-2-of-6

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First Betty cut off the bulk of my pubic hair with a pair of scissors. Then they both used safety razors, shaving cream and hot water to shave off the scant hair I had left covering my pubic mound. When my pussy was completely naked, Dakota made certain to wipe all the shaving cream off my crotch. Naturally she took the opportunity to feel me up and rub her fingers across my clit and pubic lips. I was about 3-seconds from cumming when she withdrew her hand and left me insane with arousal.
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Arms weary from being held over my head, I started struggling against my ropes even before the whipping began. Without me noticing, Betty had taken up a position behind me with a long, leather belt. Her first blow … slash…hit me across both ass-cheeks but stung less than I thought it would. I looked over my shoulder …slash…and watched as my friend …slash… continued to whip me. She lashed …slash… my left buttock, and then …slash… my right, then …slash… the back of my left thigh, then …slash… my right. She had a …slash… pattern. Each lash …slash… seemed to sting …slash… more than the last …slash… until I finally …slash… broke out into tears …slash… and wept shamelessly.

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Betty smugly informed me that I had received a total of 40-strokes and that from now on that would be the standard number for all my future whippings. I hurt so bad that I barely heard her. My whole backside was an angry rosy pink color and it stung worse than I ever thought possible. Oddly enough, I was still aroused to the point of total erotic frustration.
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Ginger and Dakota untied me, but I was warned not to masturbate no matter how aroused I became. With that warning my friends put me to work unloading the suitcases and other luggage from the jeeps. My luggage and all my clothes were locked up so that I wouldn't be tempted to try and wear clothes during my time as a slave. The sun had gone down by the time I was done with my labors and I was exhausted, horny and emotionally drained. Luckily Dakota took pity on me that night and she took me by the hand and led me to her room. Once there I was made to undress her. She had me do it properly, folding each item neatly after I stripped it off of her and placed it at the foot of the bed so that I could do her laundry the next day.

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Once Dakota was naked she quite simply raped me. She threw me down on the bed and pinned me underneath her. She gagged my mouth with her tongue and kissed me over and over again. She nibbled on my earlobe and my throat, leaving a severe hickey. She had me arch my back and stick my breasts out as far as humanly possible so that she could kiss, suck and even bite my nipples.

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Then she roughly slipped her fingers into my slit, first 1, then 2, then 3-and then all 4-at once. I was so aroused that I cummed after her first finger was inserted. However Dakota just kept on going. She used her fingers and her tongue to bring me to 2 or 3-orgasms that night. She then rubbed her own hot, swollen pussy against my thigh while I was pinned underneath of her. She was incredible. Her skin was so soft and warm and smooth against mine. I found myself wondering why we’d never done this before. Then after she had reached her first orgasm of the night she instructed me to take control and seduce her exactly as she had done to me.
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I was slow to take the dominant role, but gradually I got more and more into it. She tasted delicious as I kissed her lips and nibbled on her skin. And as I bit her nipples she actually urged me on, telling me to bite harder and harder and harder. Then with a giggle, she slowly spread her legs to show me her pink little pussy lips all smooth, shiny and wet and just waiting to be licked and sucked. Kneeling between her legs, I pulled her legs even farther open, immediately rubbing the tip of my tongue around the outside of her pussy, teasing her with my hot breath. So close to being in her, but not yet letting her savor my full tongue inside of her.
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I take her soft wet pussy lips delicately between my lips and suck them gently, occasionally darting my tongue briefly inside her hot, wet, and juicy slit.
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I felt her shiver as my hands move slowly up from her thighs, across her stomach, and over her breasts. As I continued to lick her, my fingers gently playing with her nipples, squeezing them, and pinching them just enough to give she a tingle, but not hard enough to hurt. As I caressed her breasts with my hands, my tongue was now getting deeper inside of her pussy as I continue to kiss, lick and eat her like she's never felt before. She could feel herself having little orgasms, cumming every few minutes, and never wanting this moment to end.

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Soon we were a collection of entwined arms and legs as we collapsed spent into each other’s arms. Somehow, I wound up with my pussy resting on Dakota’s thigh as we recouped our lost energy. As I lay there watching the delicate lips of her pussy pulsing slightly with the rhythm of Dakota’s breathing, I couldn’t resist gently blowing in it. She giggled as my warm breath made her quiver.

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After kissing my way up her thigh, I couldn’t resist flicking out my tongue out and gently caressed her slit. Moving up, I covered Dakota with my body. She struggled for a second, but when I started kissing and nibbling her neck, she calmed down. I cupped her firm breasts and kneaded them gently, her suddenly hard nipples rubbed against my palms.

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We kissed and Dakota forced her tongue in my mouth. For some reason, kissing Dakota after she’d just ate my pussy reminded me of the way that my mom use to smell and taste after she’d had a ‘girl’s day out’ with her friend Marsha and kissed me goodnight when I was little. Now I know what that taste on her lips was. Our kiss seemed to make her skin get hotter by the second as my tongue caressed the puff pink lips of her flaming pussy. As I separated the moist lips of her pussy Dakota was so turned on, gasping and moaning uninhibitedly as she withered sensuously all over the bed. Talking explicitly, telling me how great it was having my mouth on her cunt.

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Sex Slave

Part-3-or-3

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Ginger was easily the most gentle and affectionate of them all. She would strip as soon as she got me into her room. A naked Ginger was a sight to behold. She was sleek and strong, her skin like pale silk and unmarred. Though her breasts weren’t large, they were plump and round; the nipples were a dark rose and invitingly long. Her hips were gently curved and her legs were surprisingly long, considering her lack of height.

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Ginger would take me tenderly into her arms and gently run her hands all over my back, shoulders, buttocks, neck and face. It was almost as if she were a blind person using her hands to read Braille. She would kiss me, soft and passionately for almost half an hour before moving on to other things. Naturally these were deep, probing kisses with lots of tongue. She would hold me close and rest her head on my shoulder, pressing her young, firm breasts close to mine. She would nuzzle my neck and nibble on my earlobe. She would kiss my breasts and lick my nipples until they stood up like pencil erasers.

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Ginger would lay me down on her bad and push my knees up against my chest, spreading my legs wide. However instead of going directly for my pussy, she would lick my belly, just slightly above throbbing slit. Then she would teasingly lick the insides of my thighs, getting closer and closer to my wet, aching pussy, but not quit touching it. I don't know how long she would keep this up, but it seemed to last for hours. After I had cummed, moaning, gasping, screaming, and pounding the mattress with my fists Ginger would sit her gorgeous body down in a chair and spread her legs wide with one, sometimes both of her feet on the armrests. I would then get down on my hands and knees and crawl across the floor and grovel at her feet. Then she would laughingly pull me up by the hair and put my face in her lap, so I could tease her clit with my lips and tongue.

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Despite my skill at eating pussy, Ginger would be constantly giving me verbal instructions, "Slower, slower, softer, not so deep, faster now, stop for a minute, okay… get back to it now, etc...” Ginger's orgasms were powerful but not nearly so loud as mine. She would buck her hips and arch her back and pant heavily as if she had just run a 3-minute mile, however no screaming.

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Sometimes instead of laying me on the bed, she would hold me close while inserting 2 or 3-fingers in my pussy. She would gently stroke the inside of my pussy at first, until I was panting uncontrollably. Then she would stroke harder and harder until my whole body shook with a powerful, mind-blowing orgasm. After such an orgasm I would collapse against her and she would have to hold me tight to keep me from falling to the floor. After sex she would allow me to sleep in her bed and she would usually hold me in her arms or at the very least hold my hand while we drifted off to sleep. While we would lie there Ginger would tell me how sexy I was and how much she loved the feel and shape and look and even the smell of my body. She must have whispered a hundred times, "I love you."

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And I always whispered back, "I love you too." And I really meant it, too.

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Betty was aware of how gentle Ginger was treating me and she didn't like it. On or about August the 20th she announced that she wouldn't tolerate it anymore and that I would have to pay for all the soft treatment I'd been getting from Ginger. Against Ginger's protestations I was taken out front for another whipping. This one was to be 50-strokes and was to include some of the most sensitive parts of the female anatomy. Melinda, Betty and Dakota tied me up in the usual spread-eagle position and I stared at Ginger helplessly as she pled my case. Finally Betty said, “If you want to save her so bad, you can always strip off all of her clothes and take half of her punishment for her. That way she’d only have to take 25-strokes.”
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Ginger said something profane and marched back into the cabin and slammed the door behind her. Thinking that Ginger had abandoned me, my body tensed as I awaited my punishment. This time Betty was using a horsewhip instead of a leather belt. I had no idea how much more the whip would hurt. I heard the whip whistle through the air, but …slash… I wasn't ready for the stinging jolt when the sensuous tongue of the whip kissed the back of my thigh.

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After the first stroke Dakota laughingly inserted 2-Ben Wa balls into my pussy to make certain I would be sexually aroused throughout my punishment. They worked wonders. Betty …slash… gave me …slash… 5-strokes …slash… on the back …slash… of my left …slash… and my right thigh. Then …slash… she snapped …slash… 6-strokes …slash… up between …slash… my legs to …slash… impact my sopping wet pussy. As I screamed in pain, I had a body wracking orgasm and cummed all over myself. However, thanks to Betty’s sadistic streak, my punishment continued. My vulnerable, …slash… exposed breasts …slash… received …slash… 2-strokes …slash… each and it was at this point that I broke into tears.
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However, just as Betty was about to ‘lay’ on the 21st stroke, Ginger came out of the house. While she was inside, she’d taken off all of her clothes and shaven off her pubic hair. Boldly she marched her lean, firm, young beautiful naked body across the front yard and straight over to Betty. Then looking her right in the eyes, she said, "Let her down, I'll take the rest of her punishment."
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I couldn't believe the sacrifice that Ginger was willing to make for me. With that grim determined look on her face and the defiant way she stuck out her chin, she had never looked more gorgeous. However Betty gleefully informed her I still had to take 5-more strokes. Dakota and Melinda held her back while Betty …slash… lashed 3-more …slash… strokes across …slash… the front of my right thigh and …slash… 2-more …slash… across the front of my left thigh.
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Finally I was untied and Ginger was made to stand with arms and legs as far apart as possible while they tied her up between the 2-trees. I was handcuffed with my hands behind my back and made to watch the whole thing from the front porch.

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After another set of Ben-Wa balls were placed deep within Ginger's pussy, her punishment began. Thoroughly enjoying herself, Betty started …slash… by assaulting …slash… Ginger's sweet, …slash… shapely ass and …slash… the backs …slash… of her firm, …slash… lean thighs. Ginger …slash… tried to keep …slash… a stiff upper lip and …slash… not cry out, …slash… but …slash… after the …slash… 13th stroke …slash… there were tears in her eyes and she was crying out in pain. Unable to move in her bonds, Ginger shook her head from side to side, causing her beautiful hair to fly madly all around her face. Ginger …slash… also received a …slash… small number of strokes …slash… across her breasts, thighs …slash… and pussy.

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My heart went out to her. Ginger was so weak that when she was untied, she needed Betty and Dakota's help to keep from collapsing. As Ginger was led over to me, my handcuffs were removed and I was told to hold her close, so that she wouldn't fall down. But I was warned not to kiss or touch her in any ‘sexual sort of way.’ It hurt my sore, whipped breasts to hold her so close, but I did. I held her like that and let her cry on my shoulder. Eventually her crying changed to muted sobbing and then even the sobbing stopped.

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I thanked Ginger for the sacrifice that she had made on my behalf, but Betty informed us that there was more to come. Betty, Dakota and Melinda decided that Ginger made a really cute slave and that Ginger was to share my status as slave for the last 10-days of our summer vacation. Ginger and I both gasped in surprise, but there was nothing either one of us could do. Ginger was made to share the same household chores as I, as well as all of the erotic and demeaning aspects of slave life.

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She was even forced to participate in my exercise program. I had always thought it was personal, but as I watched her happily lashing Ginger’s naked but with her riding crop as we ran, I realized that Betty was a sadist and had a mean streak.

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Ginger and I were still allowed to have sex, only now we had to do it in the living room or the front yard, where the other girls could watch.

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Not knowing what orders had been given me, Ginger didn’t know what was in store for her as she devotedly followed me into the bedroom. With Betty, Dakota, and Melinda watching, I lay ginger down on the bed and snapped shackles to her wrists and ankles. Then I put a gag ball in her mouth and tied it to the back of her head. Finished, I moved to the foot of the bed.

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As I stood out of the way, betty moved forward and put a couple of nipple clamps on her nips, screwing them tight enough to bring tears to her eyes. Ginger’s legs were wide open and from where I was standing, I could really examine her pussy. Her lips were engorged and a thin thread of moisture was seeping down towards her ass. She was absolutely gorgeous.

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Laughing, Betty produced a feather duster and stroked Ginger’s entire body. As Betty teased her with the feathers, Ginger fought her shackles and tried to scream around the ball gag.

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Next, Melinda took an ice cube and traced it over her body. Ginger writhed at the cube's touch.

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Next was the cat-o-nine-tails and at Betty’s orders, I lashed Ginger’s body, briefly releasing her nipples from the clamps so that her entire breast could be lashed.
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Smiling, Dakota moved forward with a small egg shaped vibrator. Like the Ben-Wa balls, she stuffed it deep inside Ginger’s pussy and turned it on low. Almost immediately Ginger started to buck and clench and then Dakota got another one and used some of the clear liquid flowing form Ginger’s pussy to coat her clit. It was standing up proud now, the hood fully retracted. We wondered how much bigger it would get. I was tempted to suck on it but I'd the girls would never allowed it. As I watched, Dakota sent Ginger through the roof by moving the vibrator around on her exposed clit.

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Pulling the vibrator away, Dakota got another egg, and reaching under Ginger and stuffed it up her ass. When Dakota turned on the vibrator, Ginger went ballistic and started fighting her restraints.

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Betty put the clamps back on Ginger’s nipples and tightened them a notch. When Ginger screamed around the ball in her mouth, they all started laughing. Still laughing, the girls flipped Ginger over and tied her face down on the bed. Stuffing pillows under her belly, they forced her into a doggie position.

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With her butt high in the air, her pink asshole was exposed to the world. I could see the slender wires from both eggs reaching inside her. Dakota turned the controls onto high for a minute and then she pulled them out.

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Finally it was Melinda’s turn. Humming happily, Melinda came forward with a paddle and tanned Ginger’s ass until it was a nice cherry red. Then she got a huge dildo and reamed both of Ginger’s holes until she was cumming like a machinegun.

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When she started coming down, Dakota re-inserted both eggs. And then she pinched Ginger’s clit and used a vibrator to make her cum again. She'd cum at least 6-times when Melinda took my hand and led me out of the room. They must have removed Ginger’s ball gag, because I heard her wail as Melinda led me into her bedroom and shut the door behind us.

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A couple of nights later, it was my night with Betty. I guess she wanted to show off for Dakota and Melinda, because instead of waiting until we got to the bedroom, she got things started in the living room with the other girls watching. She made me kneel naked before her where she sat on her sofa. She had me fold my hands behind my back, my knees wide apart, and my head bowed, my eyes on the floor, until she spoke to me.

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When she got around to noticing me, she had me remove her shoes, and kiss her feet and suck her toes. After I’d pleasured both of her feet, she got up and walked back to her bedroom with me crawling on my hands and knees behind her.

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In the room, I helped her undress and folded her clothes. Then she lay down on her bed and had me give her a massage. Sadistic or not, her skin was beautiful, and I loved giving her a rubdown. She had me rub her for almost an hour before she turned over onto her back.

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Smiling, she spread her legs open so I could eat her pussy. Moving between her legs, I was aroused by the sight of Betty’s breasts. Trance like, I reached over and gently cupped my hands under her breasts, lifting them slightly so that their weight rested fully in my hands. Leaning forward, I flicked my tongue over Betty’s nipples several times before I took one between my lips and gently sucked it.

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Moving further down, she could feel my breath against her stomach. Then my tongue was teasing and caressing at the same time. My hand strays to Betty’s thighs, caressing the inside, tantalizingly close, but still keeping away from her pussy. I lift my head and smiled, my brown eyes are sparkling with desire. Possessively Betty reached, drawing me closer to her. We kiss gently at first, with tender and sensitive tongues playing over one another until the intensity began to fan the flames of her desire. Tongues begin to run wild, first in my mouth, then in hers. Our hands are caressing and kneading flesh on one another, promising more and wanting it now.
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I begin kissing betty all over, ignoring the place where she wanted to be kissed most of all, while at the same time returning my hands to her breasts, to lightly caress and pull on them. I could hear her breathing becoming heavier as I watched the rise and fall of her hips. Without warning, Betty suddenly sat up, grabbed my hair and forced my face between her legs. As my face descended towards her crotch, I knew that Betty didn't want me to tease her anymore. She wanted me to eat her pussy.

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With a thigh on either side of my head, I open my mouth and use my tongue to explore Betty’s moist tender pussy. Her wetness and the force of the rhythmic motions of her hips didn't surprise me. Her hands were still in my hair, pulling me closer to her pussy. As her breath got shorter and shorter, Betty, almost brutally ground her pussy against my tongue. Her wetness was everywhere. I could feel it on my cheeks and some was even running down my neck from my chin. Betty announced her orgasm with short breaths and little cries, her whole body spasming and shuddering its approval. My lips were pressed against and sliding over her clit in off-rhythm beat to her contractions. Finally, she was spent.

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The afterglow of her orgasm made Betty limp and exhausted. A heavy sigh escapes from her lips as she rolled over onto her side next to me.

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Once Betty caught her breath, she told me that I hadn't done it properly and pleased her the way that she wanted. Arrogantly, she sent me go fetch the punishment belt. When I returned, she bent me over the bed and …slash… give me …slash… a whipping …slash…. then give me another chance to lick her properly in all her special places that she wanted to be pleasured. If she felt I had pleased properly this time, she wouldn’t whip me again.

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Quickly and submissively, I got on my knees and elbows on the bed, between her legs. I moved my face to lick her lips. Then with my tongue I open her now puffy pussy lips and found her swollen clit. I gently lick around her clit before I actually touch it. When I did touch her clit, her body jumped. Then Betty got use to the touch and started to hump my face. I tongue her pussy as I stuck several fingers inside of her and massaged the inner walls until she spasmed with a huge orgasm.

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Once she was done spasming and I remove my fingers from inside of her, Betty tied me spread eagle on her bed. With a yawn, Betty climbed on top of me and using my breasts as a pillow, was immediately asleep.

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Ginger endured the experience far better than I though she would, and on the day we left she told me she ‘regretted nothing.’
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I haven't seen Betty, Dakota or Melinda since that summer ended. And I didn't see Ginger again until about 6-weeks later, when she transferred to the University of Illinois. Yes, we resumed our romantic relationship, but that's a story for another day.

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The end…

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