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There are two things I love: Food and Sex. I suppose that why I have the obsession with the program “Cooking Live” on the Food Network, and the show’s host Sara Moulton. Sara spends her time cooking food, live on television, and takes phone calls from people having trouble with recipes and ingredients. She can prepare a fabulous Schwartzwald Kirchetort (Black Forest Cherry cake) all the while telling some poor housewife in South Carolina how to make cock-a-leekie soup.
My lust for Sara differs from my love for food, however. I prefer to savor food; look at it, smell it, taste it, mix the flavors in my mouth. Sara, I want to ravage.
I imagine our meeting: she’s in town sampling the cuisine of some fine, five-star restaurant. I hear she is around and stake out a place in the corner. We eye each other from across the dining room. I send her a note with a glass of merlot.
“Meet me at 4th and Baker-10:00pm” is all the note said.
At the corner of 4th and Baker is a greasy spoon diner that makes the best lasagna (and the worst coffee) in North America. This place is my guilty pleasure, and the real five-star restaurant in our community. A person can walk out of that place stuffed to the gill with the most satisfying food and would still have gotten change back on a five-dollar bill. I’ve taken my usual spot in a booth near the door.
Five minutes after ten and I see her peering in through the front door. I catch her eye and signal for her to join me. I can see from the look on her face that she, too, appreciates true comfort food in an authentic American setting. The pretense of fine dining stripped away, Sara and I share easy conversation over a plate of Archie’s famous lasagna and a basket of French fries.
Suddenly, too soon, it’s eleven o’clock and the diner is anxious to close. I explain to Sara that I want our night to last. She agrees.
“I’m at the Marriott. Room 1236.” Sara tells me unabashedly. “You know what goes with lasagna and French fries, don’t you?” She’s teasing my palate.
“A chardonnay, right?” I tease her back.
“No. A bubble bath.” She looks serious. “I’m going to catch a cab, you get some bubbles for the tub and meet me there.”
A twenty-four hour supermarket has all the ingredients I need for the night. Thirty minutes later I’m knocking on the door of room 1236 at the Marriott. Sara answers the door dressed in a thin, satin robe. I thrust the bag at her. She takes it and I reach in pulling out a large bottle of “Mr. Bubbles,” then two plastic champagne glasses and a bottle of Mogen David.
“The water is running, let me pour this,” Sara says taking the bubble bath. “You pour that.”
I twist off the cap of the wine. Though she appreciated the joke, I began to wish I had stopped at a liquor store and picked up something nice. The wine splashes out of the bottle and into the glasses as I pour.
“You going to join me?” Sara sings from the tub.
“I’m letting the Mad-dog breathe,” I yell back. “You can’t rush this, you know!” I couldn’t get my clothes off quick enough. Folding a towel over my arm, I place the wine and glasses on the plastic tray the hotel supplies every room with. Making sure the towel hides my growing cock I walk into the bathroom.
She sits in the oversize tub, the bubbles cover her naked beauty. Sara laughs as I offer her the cap from the bottle to inspect. Nodding her approval I offer her a glass. I take my glass from the tray and turn to set it on the counter when I notice a bottle of bubbly chilling in the sink. I turn to Sara and ask her if she’d prefer the champagne.
“Yes. Be a sweetie and pop the cork for me, would you?”
I take the bottle from its icy nest and stand near her as I cork the bottle. Sara reaches out from the tub and puts her right hand on my ass, pulling me closer.
Sara blows the bubbles off her other hand and reaches for my cock. She places the palm of her hand on my balls and surrounds the base of my dick with her thumb and forefinger. I can feel her hot breath on my stiffening cock just before she takes me into her mouth.
Sara’s tongue works magic on me. She swirls the head of my cock and envelopes it with her mouth. Her other hand teases and strokes my balls. I grow stiffer and she coaxes some pre-cum from the tip of my cock. She savors the taste like she would a fine wine.
Pop! The cork shoots from the bottle. I offer her a taste-treat and pour a little bubbly on the object of her attention. She appreciates the sweetness and licks every drop from me.
I’ve got to join her in the tub and finally touch and see what she’s been hiding under that chef’s blouse she wears every night on her show. Offering to pour her a glass she, somewhat reluctantly takes her mouth from me and offers up her glass. I fill our glasses (she had poured the Mogen David into the tub) and climbed into the steamy water.
We lie next to each other, warm and slippery. Each of us enjoys a sip of bubbly from our glass. We then share the taste of each other’s mouth. Our tongues dance. Our lips rub. Our teeth gently tug and grind. I can taste the saltiness of my cock mingling with the sweetness of the champagne.
As our mouths embrace my hand explores. Starting at her shoulders I work my way down to her breasts. Full and firm, Sara’s breasts react to my attention. Her nipples grow as I pinch and twist them. Her kisses get deeper and longer.
My hand washes over her belly and down to her pussy. I feel a nice wet tuft of hair. Then I cup my hand over her vulva. Reaching underneath with the tips of my fingers I hold her pussy in my hand. My mouth works over her chin and onto her neck; licking, sucking, biting.
As I move lower on her body she works her way out of the tub, allowing me to lick her body without having to go underwater. Soon she is sitting on the edge of the tub. I look up at her. Clinging to her breasts and belly are thousands of little bubbles, tickling her as they pop. I return my gaze to her, now bubble-covered, pussy. I wipe the bubbles away and cup some water to wash it off. Sara reacts instinctively and her thighs open to reveal a wonderful banquet.
Her clit is swollen and obvious. I take the little bud and balance it on the tip of my tongue. Then I begin to swirl. She reaches down to help and spreads her pussy open for me. As I lick and suck her clitoris I look up and watch her cup a breast with her free hand and flick her nipple with her fingers. After some concentrated licking, enhanced with a finger inside her, Sara’s thighs begin to quake. I can taste her as she cums.
After she recovers from her orgasm I grab her waist and roll over onto my back in the tub, pulling her down on top of me. Her pussy slides over my cock as I jam it into her. Without regard for each other we fuck. She rides me and I drive my cock in and out of her. Sometimes we work against each other, and sometimes with each other. Our selfishness somehow adds to the experience and while thoughts of Hank Aaron’s 714th home run race through my head Sara experiences another orgasm.
We’ve said little to each other since the champagne was poured. Now, as we come down, Sara reaches for the bottle and pours us each another glass. We drink and kiss, enjoying the flavor of each other.
“What are we going to do with you?” Sara asks.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you’re just Mr. Self-Control,” she explains. “I think you need to be rewarded.”
“What’s my prize?” I ask. “An autographed cookbook?”
“No. I was thinking of a nice titty-fuck. I want to taste your cum.”
The thought of poking my cock out from between those beautiful breasts and spraying my load onto her lips was almost more than I could handle. We climb out of the tub and she lies on the floor. I pour some champagne between her tits and she pushes them together. I slide my cock in between her tits and start fucking them. Occasionally she offers her mouth to me and I put my cock there for her to lick. But soon the pressure has built up and I can’t hold back any longer. My hips thrust uncontrollably and my cock spews out one…two…three frozen ropes. The first lands on her outstretched tongue. She immediately swallows it. The second plops just below her chin. The third lands on her lips.
While her tongue darts out to lick off the third I grab my cock and stroke it, praying for more pleasure. I cum a little more and slap her nipples with my cock. Wanting to share in the lustful snack I lie on top on her and place my cock at the opening of her pussy. She welcomes it and helps push it in. I lean down and kiss her, still tasting the remnants of the feast I provided her.
It’s not long before our wet skin shivers in the cool air. We lift each other up and dash into the bedroom, grabbing the champagne and glasses as we go.
The night gives way to morning and we wake in each other’s arms. There’s a knock and the magical words “Room Service” are sung through the door. Sara slips her robe on and returns to the room with a breakfast fit for a king.
I’m sure that Sara’s cooking is delightful, and that her food is wonderful. But as for me, I’d rather sample the cook, than what’s cooking.

Hospitals are supposed to be fuckin’ boring, but not the one I went to! I got stuff-all rest when I was there, not that I mind. I hate being stuck in a bed and being helped to the fuckin’ toilet every time I want to take a slash.
When the ambulance first took me there it was like a fuckin’ circus, only no one was clowning around. The cops were crawling all over me and asking me all sorts of fuckin’ questions. I told them that I knew nothing and had no fuckin’ idea who the hell kidnapped me. The blindfold was in one of their evidence bags to prove my story.
The dweeb Scott came through too, not that he dared go against what I told him. When the cops questioned him, he made up some bullshit about going to the house ‘cause it was deserted and supposed to be haunted and he wanted to see if he could meet the ghost, and that’s how he found me.
Scott came to visit me every day too. I couldn’t get rid of the fucker. He brought be fuckin’ flowers – typical pansy – and car & skate mags to read…but more importantly, he kept me up to date on what was happening too. It’s almost a pity that he’s such a dweeby little faggot. He’s helped me out a couple of times now so I reckon he’d make an okay mate if he was more of a real man.
Anyway, he told me stuff like all six of those fuckers who put me in hospital were running scared, making sure they were never alone and all that shit.
The faggot who was really gonna be dead meat – the one who broke my left arm and my ribs – was really freaking. I found out the cunt’s name was Colin and filed it away in my memory, so I knew it when I struck back. Scott told me Colin was turning totally insane with paranoia - freaking out at every noise, bursting into tears all the time, not showing up for school. I couldn’t help but smile at that ‘cause the little shit knew I was coming after him the hardest.
The first few days in hospital, I couldn’t even get out of bed. The quacks said I had some internal bleeding and stuff, but they fixed it all up and told me that I had to stay in the hospital for at least a week for observation. I had a private room ‘cause my dad’s got the proper health cover and stuff, and I thought I was gonna be bored shitless even though I was gonna use that time in hospital to plan exactly how to fix the cunts the put me there.. But between the fuckin’ pigs and Scott and doctors and friends, I was starting to wish that I was fuckin’ bored.
And then there was Nurse Nancy.
Fuckin’ Nurse Nancy, man! Not his real name, just what I called him behind his back. He was a huge mother-fucker! Talk about the Incredible Hulk! Arms like fuckin’ logs, pecs so huge they looked like mountains, and legs as thick as fuckin condos. He was all muscle, with veins sticking out everywhere. A total steroid junkie.
The first time he walked in, I swear I could feel the floor fuckin’ shaking underneath him. He came up to me and asked if I needed anything, and man, did I nearly wet myself laughing! He had this squeaky fuckin’ voice like his balls had been cut off before puberty and he was as camp as a row of fuckin’ tents! I thought someone looking that tough had to be straight, man, but no bull – he was 100% faggot through and through!
I could tell he liked me right away ‘cause he kept looking up and down over my body when he was talking to me. With my ribs broken, I wasn’t wearing a shirt, see? And the bandages were only covering my stomach, so he could check out my pecs and see the definition in my arms too. He’d fuckin’ lick his lips when he looked at me and try to be all professional and stuff, but it was so fuckin’ obvious what he was thinking.
It was his job to take me to the crapper and help me out when I needed a shower and stuff and I knew he was hanging to do it, waiting for me to flop my cock out in front of him, or to kneel down and peel off my pants so he could sniff my arse. Fags are always sick like that, wanting a piece of me whenever they can.
So the first time he helped me to the toilet, I pretended like I couldn’t get my cock out with just one hand. It was really obvious, but I wanted him to know that I was lying to see what he’d do. Sure enough, he reached in and grabbed in, pulling it out for me. It was growing hard and started to jump up and down already, so I told him that suddenly I didn’t need to use the loo any more.
The fag looked at me and smiled and said, “Do you want me to help you get rid of the blockage?” and he started stroking me with two fingers before I could answer. I smiled back at him and turned around to face him, so he wrapped his massive fuckin’ palm around it and started stroking me full-on.
I remember throwing my head back and groaning a bit, though it was really to stop the cunt from trying to kiss me. There was no way I was gonna let a faggot stick his tongue down my throat! All of a sudden though, I felt his lips wrapping around my dick, and I looked down to see him kneeling there, sucking me off and looking up at me for my reaction.
“Yeah,” I said to him, grabbing his hair and holding him down there. He sucked harder, swallowing the whole length of my shaft and poking at it with his tongue.
“Harder,” I said, and squeezed tighter on his hair, pushing his head back and forth, faster and faster til I blew my load in his mouth. I felt my knees buckling as I came and he grabbed me around the waist to stop me from falling, then got up and spat the cum into the toilet boil. After rinsing his mouth out at the tap, he turned around to look at me.
“Like that?” he asked me.
“It was okay,” I shrugged, playing it cool. “Next time though, I’ll tell you how to do it better.”
The next time happened the next day, then nearly every day after that. Each time, he took me into the bathroom and I made him strip off first and wank himself off in front of me. He thought it was ‘cause it made me get horny, but I just wanted to make sure he didn’t try sticking in filthy prick into my mouth. He tried kissing me a few times too, but I told him I didn’t do that shit, so he ran his mouth all over my neck and chest instead, licking and sucking where I told him to like a fuckin’ slave boy - another one of my pussy little faggot pets. Once he even let me fuck him up the arse and I rammed him so hard that he made me stop. Normally I would have whacked the cunt for pulling away, but shoving my dick into him like that hurt my fuckin’ broken ribs anyway, so I let him get away with it and made him suck me off again instead.
I was getting stronger every day and near the end of the first week, the quacks said I could go home in a few days. But the day before I was gonna leave the hospital, the shit hit the fan again.
I was lying in bed, dozing this night. It was maybe 11 pm or something like that, when I woke up from the light coming in as the door opened. I couldn’t see who it was in the dark, but suddenly the guy was beside my bed and shoving a pillow over my face.
“I won’t let you kill me!” the fucker said and I knew it was Colin. I couldn’t breathe with the pillow pressed into my face and with one hand in a cast and my ribs killing me, I couldn’t pull it off. I started kicking out, my face going all red from lack of oxygen, but the cunt kept the pillow there, pushing down with his body weight.
I lashed out with my good arm and managed to hit the fucker on the shoulder. It wasn’t that hard a hit, but he was a real pussy and it was enough to make him let go with that hand. I grabbed the pillow and yanked it out of his other hand, throwing on the floor. My ribs were on fire now from all the struggling, but as I reached up to grab the cunts face, he brought his fist down in my side, hitting my broken ribs. I screamed in pain, the whole world turning fuckin’ white from it.
The cunt jumped up onto the bed and pinned my arms under his knees, grabbing me around the throat with both hands. I gagged, my feet kicking out, my whole body throbbing so badly I couldn’t think straight.
I could see his face above mine and he was like a wild animal, totally out of his mind and scared shitless, but he was getting more and more blurry and my lungs felt like they were gonna burst.
“I won’t let you do it. I won’t let you kill me,” he kept saying over and over again like a nutter. And then suddenly he was off me and there were people all around. I could hear voices far away but somewhere near the bed, and I was gasping for air and rolling over on my side holding my ribs. When I yelled out before, someone must have come in to check on me, and now they were putting an oxygen mask on my face to help me breathe and trying to unbandage me to check my ribs.
I found out later that Colin really had gone mad. He’d been so fuckin’ scared of me because of what he did, that his pussy little brain had snapped. The cops told me later that he was put in a mental home or something ‘cause after they took him away he just went really quiet and kept saying “I’m gonna die” over and over and not talking to anyone but himself. Scott said that when he visited Colin in the loony bin, he was in a padded cell, just sitting there and rocking back and forth like he was autistic. Serves the fucker right. If I ever get my hands on him, his new fuckin’ home would be a coffin now.
My ribs were broken again in different places because of where the cunt had punched me, so I had to stay in hospital another couple of weeks. The cops hung around heaps, inside and outside my room for the first week just in case anyone else tried to kill me. The hospital also gave me a buzzer alarm that I could press for any emergency. But nothing else happened like I knew it wouldn’t.
Nurse Nancy fuckin’ freaked when he came in the next day and found out what had happened. He offered to go over to Colin’s house and bash in the heads of the whole family but I told him that the only head bashing I wanted was when my cock bashed the back of his throat.
When I finally got out of hospital, I still had to take it easy ‘cause it hurt so fuckin’ much to move around. And with one arm in a fuckin’ cast and sling, there wasn’t a whole lot I could do anyway.
But once I got back to school, the hunt was on. I made sure each of the five other faggots noticed me watching them constantly. I psyched out the little shits as much as I could. No-one dared say anything to me about being hurt and all, ‘cause by then the fuckin’ rumour mill told them all they wanted to know anyway, but I could see all the other kids watching me carefully, knowing that heads were gonna roll real soon.
Shawn, from the swim centre was first on my list and I finally pinned him down alone in the street one night. I heard he was going to a movie and I waited for him after it finished, hoping he’d walk home alone. The prick was with a group of people though, and just when I was about to give up, they left him and he was all alone.
I stopped him as he walked past the alley I was hiding in. He turned to run, but I called out after him.
“I wouldn’t do that if I was you. You’ll only make it worse for yourself.”
He stopped dead, standing a few metres away from me and I could see him looking around for someone else to come by.
“Justin…” he started saying, but I cut him off.
“I don’t want any of your fuckin’ excuses. You’re the lucky one, so get back over here and stop being such a pussy.”
“Wh-What do you mean?” he asked, taking one step towards me.
“I mean you joined in that fucked-up little kidnapping for a reason. Wrong decision, but I liked your motive. You were looking out for your kid brother, trying to get even for when the little shit hurt himself at the swim centre, weren’t you?”
“He…didn’t hurt himself,” Shawn said, trying to be brave, but his voice was all shaky. “You cracked his skull on the side of the pool.”
“The cunt deserved it,” I said, “But it was an accident, anyway. Still, it’s good that you stick up for your bro. I like that. You’ve impressed me, and that ain’t easy to do. Mates and family ought to stick up for each other, so I’m gonna let you off light.”
He smiled and I could see the relief spreading all over his face. He came a bit closer.
“Really?” he asked, almost laughing. “Really? That’s great…I mean…anything. Anything you want. I’ll make it up to you, Justin, I promise.”
“Good,” I said, “’cause I want you to help me with my maths.”
“Maths?” Now he was laughing. Closer again. He was only a few feet away from me now. “Sure! I can help you with your maths. I can come over to your place and go over your homework – be like a private tutor or something! That’s great!”
“No, no, no,” I said, stepping towards him and filling the gap. “What I want, is for you to help me to count.”
“Count?” he said, and I tried not to grin as I saw the smile disappear from his face.
“That’s right. You see, I don’t ever want to see your fuckin’ face again. So I’m gonna count each time I see you. And for each time I see you, I’m gonna bash you in the head. Like now.”
I swung my fist, slamming it into the side of his head and knocking the cunt to the ground.
“That’s ‘one’,” I said. “See how it works? Next time will be two. Then three, then four and so on. I get to practice counting. And if I don’t get to bash you when I see you, then I’ll save it up till I do see you and give you however many counts there are right over your fuckin’ head in one go. One count. One punch.”
And with that, I stepped over the prick and walked away. I never saw the cunt again. He changed schools the next fuckin’ week.
Two down, four to go.
When the cast came off my arm a few weeks later, I started working out as much as I could, building back my strength for my showdown with Fab. He was a tough faggot, so I was leaving him til last to make sure I was in good shape again. My ribs were healing faster and faster, though they gave me trouble for fuckin’ ages. But while I waited for them to heal, I kept on psyching the others out and waiting for a chance to catch them alone. I was real good at playing the waiting game. Patience is one of my strong points, so I wasn’t in any hurry to punish any of the fuckers. Besides, watching them squirm like that was worth the wait, and dragging it out was fuckin’ beautiful!
With Shawn out of the way, they all got extra careful and it didn’t take much to make them freak. Fab tried talking to me a few times, telling me that I should let them alone, let the past be the past and all that other crap, but I told him he was a fuckin’ pussy and how much I couldn’t wait til his turn came around.
It wasn’t long after my cast came off that my next chance arrived. I caught two of the cunts – George and Alan – walking through the park one weekend. They were two of Scott’s pals; two of the pricks who I met in the mall with him that day I bashed Colin.
I nabbed them both, grabbing them around the back of their necks and slamming their heads together, then dragged them into the bushes by their hair. I told them we were gonna play a game called “Bash or Dare” and they chose ‘dare’ just like I knew they would.
Now they’d picked the dare, I told them that they if they didn’t do it, I’d break every fuckin’ bone in their bodies and keep on doing it every time they got out of hospital. They were crying like fuckin’ babies, huddling together against a tree, too scared to move.
I made them both strip off and fuck each other up the arse, then I set their clothes on fire so they were stuck in the park naked. Next, I exaggerated a little and told the cunts that I had twelve bones broken so for the next twelve days they had to meet me in the same place and do the same thing every day. And on the last day, after they’d screwed each other again, I made them punch each other out – one punch each, in turns, till one of them was knocked out.
It was fuckin’ magic seeing them suffer all those days and being stuck without clothes to get home each day. And then to see the pussies beating each other to a pulp, it just rounded off the payback beautifully. By the time George was out cold, neither of them could see ‘cause their eyes and faces were all swollen and bruised.
Four down, two to go.
Last on the list was Scott’s other friend, Glenn and then finally Fab. Glenn was a pissant little faggot who I didn’t give a shit about. I knew once I cornered him, he would be easy enough to deal with. It was Fab that I was excited about though. Our first two confrontations were cool, tough challenges but I’d won both rounds. But it was gonna take a while for my left arm build back its strength and I knew that Fab wouldn’t take it like the others. He’d fight back, ‘cause he was a man like that, even if he was a faggot. And I was looking forward to making him squirm despite his advantage.
Two more to go. And what fun it was gonna be!
To be continued…

I could tell that he wanted me. He was sending the signals –shifting his package in his tight black jeans and staring at me. So of course, I followed him shortly after he went into the men’s bathroom. He had gotten my cock bone hard and I meant to alleviate the problem.
When I entered the bathroom, I found him leaning against the far wall waiting for me. His shoulder length hair –streaked with blue hung rakishly over his left eye. He was about five six and slender. His skin was smooth, golden, and unblemished.
“I’m Kyto,” he introduced himself. A faint but pleasant accent clung to his words.
“Take your clothes off,” I told him. “I want to see you.”
He smiled at my obvious impatience and started to undress. He pulled off his black turtleneck sweater and watched my reaction as I saw the metal rings that hung from his tanned nipples. I was intrigued. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to taste them in my mouth.
He undid his button fly and pushed down his pants and I felt my cock strain against its confines as his cock was revealed. It was beautiful and hard and pierced with silver studs all along the underside of his shaft. A metal ring was fitted snugly around the base of his cock.
“Are you going to lock the door?” he asked me when I stepped towards him.
“If you wanted privacy, you should have chosen someplace else.”
He laughed and I could no longer wait. I wrenched my clothes off and rushed him, lifting him into the air. His arms went around me. I placed my hands on the back of his thighs, baring him for my entry –I loved dry entries. Bracing him against the wall, I thrust my cock at his hole and grunted my frustration when I found him to be too tight.
“Try harder,” he urged.
“It’s not fucking working.”
“Well maybe you don’t want it enough,” he taunted.
I set him down and rifled through my pants. I usually carried lubrication with me, but this time I had forgotten. My fingers came across two small food packets. I pulled them out and smiled. Butter, how convenient.
To my Asian companion, I said, “Bend over the counter.”
His nipples hardened at the command. He did my bidding, slowly bending over the black tiled counter top. His feet spread wide apart, his ass raised high in the air, firm round buttocks that begged to be spanked. I pinched the impertinent globes. Kyto moaned. I pinched a little harder. He gripped the edge of the counter and shuddered.
“You like that?”
He did not answer but lustily moved his hips. His buttocks shook. I dipped my head and licked the light brown bud that was nestled between his handsome cheeks. He gasped and damn near purred. I tilted my head back at another angle and fluttered the tip of my tongue over the shy blossom. I nipped at one globe, and then lapped at it to soothe the hurt. I traced the bud then prodded it –giving it some pressure. It would not yield to my advances. In frustration, I swatted his left flank with the palm of my hand. The sound resonated in the air. Kyto flinched, his balls swinging from the impact of the blow.
I suddenly wished that my toys were with me. My dildos and anal beads –he was worthy of them, my little Kyto. I gave his asshole one last lick then straightened up, throwing the food packets into the sink. I turned on the faucet and let the hot water run over the small white packages.
My cock was dripping with precum. I lodged my shaft between his cheeks and rubbed my essence into his tender skin. He reached between his legs and grabbed my cock, gave it a few tugs. I pushed his hand away and turned off the faucet.
I picked up one warm packet and tore it open then poured the now melted butter down the crack of Kyto’s ass. He hissed and stood on his toes. I rubbed the greasy substance into his cleft, coating his bud, thrusting my middle finger past the taut anal barrier.
Kyto rested his forehead on the cool surface of the tiles and breathed out, “Oh, yes…fuck me.”
I drove my finger into him getting him slick. My cock head glistened with my own secretions. I could no longer wait. I had to have him. I positioned the tip of my cock against his bud, withdrew my finger and shoved myself inside of him before his hole fluttered close. He cried out, but I didn’t care. The sensation of my cock parting his soft angelic ass made me feel euphoric.
If only they could package an ass as good as yours, I thought and rammed into him. I filled my hands with his ass cheeks and kneaded the delicious flesh.
“Oh, yeah! Ah!” Kyto’s voice echoed in the room.
I dug my fingers into his ass cheeks, bruising him, and still I pummeled his man cunt, fucking his slippery sheath. I rode him hard and fast. My cock was like a blur as it disappeared repeatedly into his moist cavern. The heat of his softness and his unnatural snugness attempted to milk me dry.
The heat was building up in my balls. I could feel my cum churning, ready to fire.
“Aaah! Oh, god!” Kyto was worshipping my efforts. His fingers clawed at the counter’s surface. His thighs trembled.
I pinched his soft, buttery, pliant butt. They were bruised red from my punishing fingers. “You like that bitch?”
“Yes…fuck me! Yes!”
I pumped my hips hard and fast, lifting his bottom with each stroke. Kyto fell against the countertop and gave a drawn out cry. He began speaking his native tongue, his desire knocking loose his grasp of the English language.
“My little bitch,” I called him, taking my pleasure. I loved his tight ass. I wanted to fuck him all night long.
“Hai, otou-san!” he cried out, and lovingly reached back to caress my abs.
I shoved hard into him and asked, “What was that?”
“I…oh, yes… I-I said yes, daddy.”
“I like that, baby.” I swatted his butt in approval.
“Your cock feels fucking wonderful,” he said and slid his fingers down to grasp his own dick. I heard the clatter of something metallic. He had removed the cock ring. It was now on the floor. “Make me cum otou-san. Make me cum.”
I focused all of my energy on aiming for his prostate. Each blunt impact produced a gasp from him and finally, Kyto shouted his release. Gobs of viscous cum shot out of his studded cock and anointed the floor.
I didn’t let up on him. I kept pummeling that ass, letting him ride out his climax. His tight sheath constricted over my cock and pulsed. I bravely pushed through the seizure riddled walls and groaned at the effect. Kyto’s little Asian ass was so hot and moist, I never wanted to leave it, but my cock was ready to blow its load.
I lifted myself on to my toes, firmly grasped Kyto’s buttocks in my hands and made one last final plunge.
I remained deep inside his bowels as my cock exploded inside of him, flooding his chocolate chute with rich man juice.
I shuddered and lowered on to the balls of my feet, then slumped over my lover’s still spasming body. I kissed his slender back and his nape.
“How was that, baby?” I asked him, kneading his earring adorned nipples. The tiny morsels were hard. I wickedly pinched them.
“Very good otou-san,” he muttered breathlessly. “Arigatou, thank you.”
I slowly pulled my cock from his interior, enjoying the feel of my spunk in his tender ass. My action made him moan in discomfort. When my cock was free of his male pussy, my cum dribbled from his slightly reddened sphincter. I reached into a stall, grabbed some toilet paper, wiped up the still warm semen and along with what clung to my cock. When that task was done, I straightened up my exhausted Kyto, turned him around and kissed him on the mouth.
“You’re my little bitch now, Kyto. Do you understand?”
He nodded and said, “Yes, otou-san.”
“Now be a good little slut and get dressed.” I gave him another kiss and patted his backside. He blushed and bent over to retrieve his things. I watched him get dressed and did the same.
No one had seen our little tryst. I was a bit disappointed about that, but in the end, it didn’t matter, because I had left the club with a new pet. My Kyto, my little sex slut, a token from my Asian interlude. I was going to make sure that I enjoyed him.

The night of my nineteenth birthday is one I don’t think I’ll be forgetting anytime soon, the night Doc Scott played his set at the International Players Lounge nightclub. It was huge, half of Perth was there, I’m not so sure whether or not it was the good half but that was never really of any concern to me, my friends and I were just after a good time.
Five of us arrived at the front door of the club but only two of us managed to go any further, so into the mist we ventured. Huge bass lines pumped so loud they blurred my vision as I walked through the foyer and descended the stairs into another world. A world that welcomes those who approach with the caution and respect it commands, those who walk through the portal and take it for what it is, those who have been damaged but decide to return. A world that rejects those who just don’t know, the dabblers, the one timers, those who run- tail where tails go, those who fall- never again to see the light of day.
I approached with a well-practiced ease, sliding through the crowd without stepping on a single toe, unless of course the owner of any one particular toe gave me reason to. My people everywhere I turned, so I barely knew a single one of ‘em? It just never mattered down there. Speed rushing through my viens lightened my step and quickened my pulse to keep pace with the 120 bpm D&B that was blowing the roof off the place. Tight white pants clung to an arse that I couldn’t help but take particular interest in. Long brown hair half way down her back flowed as she moved with the drums, swung to the bass. She turned around with a smile - I know that face. “Ahhhh! Can’t believe that’s you girlie, with your arse looking so fine. You trying to tease me or something? That’s not fair you know? It’s working”. And that’s how it started, a familiar face looking at me like I’ve never seen before, an undeniable spark, something we both wanted, yet far more something we both needed. The attraction pulling us towards each other, we dared not resist.
It was almost daylight by the time we were ready to get out of there, a quick stop to grab a bit of a pick-me-up and then straight off to my house. We were getting on like magic, a connection we believed to be unique to the two of us, right then and there. There wasn’t anything sleazy about it; we were comfortable with each other, we could share things that we felt no one else could understand. She told me some of her deepest thoughts; she shared with me horrific ordeals that she knew would go no further.
We talked for hours, it was almost as if we were hypnotised by each other, drawn into a trance by our shared desire to believe we had found that one person, that one soul in the whole of the universe with whom we should be at that precise moment- it couldn’t have been more perfect. A longing was growing in me, a desire to touch, to be touched. A need to expierence the closeness that was really only a breath away, to touch the soft form sitting just inches from me. I just couldn’t figure out what was holding us back, the more I thought about it the more I needed to be with her.
Before long we found ourselves kissing. We were both off our faces, the amphetamine doing the job nicely as it always did. She was getting really excited but said we couldn’t go any further coz she was on the rag. After a while of keeping up with the holding and kissing- and the whispering of sweet nothings, she was really starting to get boiled up, you know- grabbing at me real hard and biting into my shoulder and all that. She took my hand and guided it into her knickers; the only piece of clothing she was wearing by now. I was all like “yeah, but what about…?” She just said:
“I know but just here is ok, I need you to.”
So there she had me rubbing her clit, being careful not to let my hand slip too low. While she lay down, her eyes closed, biting her lip and making these little noises like an anxious puppy dog. One hand under her head gripping the pillow tight, the other under the doona holding onto her ankle as she stretched and arched her back briefly before curling up again, pulling her knee up to the side of her body, almost to shoulder hight to open herself right up. A little bit too inviting given the time of the month. She suddenly sat halfway up with her mouth and eyes wide open and let out a gasp that made my hard-on grow that much stronger, taking several deep breaths while propped up on one elbow. She wasn’t going to be teased any more. Now this is where the story takes a turn for the worse.
She slid her knickers off and got up on her hands and knees, reached underneath between her legs and pulled the tampon out- chucking it in the bin beside my bed with a thwaap. Fuck it smelt bad- a musty kind of a stink that sat heavy in the air. She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a rubber, which she quickly rolled down my cock. She got up atop of me and grabbed a hold so she could slide down directly- no fucking around. It went in easily despite the tightness of her pussy, clenched hard under the influence of the narcotic. There was enough juice down there to flood a small Southeast Asian village, you know that menstrual blood is some thick slippery shit.
We fucked for ages, I thought it was never going to end, it started to get uncomfortable. I was much happier just kissing and teasing, talking, laughing, and even holding her while she cried. Pure emotional exposure, a vulnerability that I’ve always found appealing. Embracing me with such desperation, she would cling for dear life to anyone kind enough to listen, anyone kind enough to care. That was sweet, that was beautiful. This was ugly. This was brutal and animalistic. The girl had been a friend of mine for some time now but it felt like I was sleeping with a stranger. The way her face screwed up, her brow furrowed in deep concentration as she ground herself down on me over and over again, it almost felt like I was being fucked by someone who had a deep hatred for me and was punishing me for atrocities that I would never know. Sure, drugs and sleep deprivation can fuck-up your perception, but I honestly felt despised.
After putting all my effort in I managed to blow my load in her…but something didn’t feel quite right…. a notion hit me that left me breathless. Was that the condom all wrapped around the base of my dick? I couldn’t be sure but my fears were soon confirmed when she pulled herself up and a thick, smelly mixture of semen and period blood spilled and dripped out of her all over my belly and down into my pubic hair. It cooled quickly and separated, the thinner liquid spidering off like droplets of rain down a windowpane over the side of my torso.
I went dead quiet, she was too much of a mess to notice how reserved I’d become but I was noticing all sorts of shit. The sweet girl in need of companionship and a decent fuck was gone… what was left was certainly not a pretty sight. What felt like a warm curvaceous body pushing up against me had been revealed in the mid morning light as an emaciated form, with ribs protruding through grey flesh that thinly veiled the diseased being within. Cold sores around her mouth, track marks all up both arms. A ruined human, dead on the inside. I could see the rotting tissue, I could smell it and I can still taste the rancid flavour of infection. She leant forward to kiss me once more and as I rolled away the whore picked herself up off the bed, staggered across the room, and wiped her cunt on the curtains.
What’s done is done, I’m now too frozen with fear and regret to even care about the mess she’s made, and I never bothered to tidy up after her. This is my mess now, and no amount of bleach is going to clean it up, no amount of scrubbing is going to get this dirt off. To this very day I take a shower every few hours, each one carrying on well after the hot water runs out. Now I am the diseased one, now I spread fear, now I carry the virus.
And I shall carry it to my death.

Let me tell you about my wife Clare, she is almost 40 with the biggest mound of blonde, frizzy hair you’ve ever seen. She is, alas, a blonde stereotype and a bit dizzy but her heart is in the right place. She is a largish girl but I wouldn’t say fat, more, very curvy. She has a big, sexy ass that I love to see in tight black trousers and check this, 38G boobs. Even though they are that big, they are not saggy, just heavy. She has a real sexy body and she knows it. Many men have commented to me that Clare is a real hot chick, something they would love to have a go on. I know Clare would eat these guys alive though, she is a big girl and has a big sexual appetite. In our 12 years of marriage we have had sex in all manner of places yet I have never made her come using my dick. I can make her come using my tongue or several fingers but never my dick, it is only small at 5″ but Clare says she loves it. She especially loves it between her mammoth mounds and loves to see me squirting all over them.
One day I came back from work early and Clare was nowhere, suddenly I heard a noise upstairs and went to investigate. I heard moans and for a second, my heart was in my mouth, I thought she was having an affair. I sneaked up to the door only to see that she was alone. Clare was lying on our bed, naked; her heavy boobs sagging slightly to one side but still pert for their size. On the telly came the noise I heard, she was watching a porn film, I couldn’t believe it, porn. The film was in the middle of a scene where a young girl was being fucked by a black guy with the most enormous cock I’d ever seen. I looked back at Clare and she was masturbating to this video, but then I saw she was using a dildo; a large one as well, it must have been about 9″ at least. Clare was obviously loving it and in a few seconds had come noisily. I sneaked downstairs and grabbed a drink of water; I couldn’t really take in what I’d just seen.
I heard Clare coming downstairs and I walked out of the door and as she entered the kitchen wearing a dressing gown I walked back in. Clare saw me and looked flustered, “Hi,” she said, “You’re home early.”
“Yeah,” I said, “Thought I’d surprise you. What you been doing, you look hot and bothered.”
“Just been doing some housework upstairs, gonna take a shower now though.” With that she disappeared back upstairs. As soon as Clare was in the shower, I went into our bedroom and searched through our drawers. I couldn’t find anything until I delved into her underwear drawer. Clare has loads of sexy sets of lingerie, g-strings, bodices and suspenders and I rifled through these until at the back I found it. My hand grasped something hard and I pulled it out, it was the thick, black dildo she had been using before. It was still a bit sticky from use and smelt quite delightfully of my wife’s pussy. Holding it in my hands I couldn’t believe the size of it, it was almost twice the size of mine and almost as thick as my wrist. I put it back in the drawer and found something else, a diary. These were Clare’s most intimate thoughts and feelings, I was about to throw it back in the drawer but decided against it. I opened it and read a few extracts.
Dear Diary, Bill and I had sex this morning, it was good and he made me come with his tongue again. I let him shoot over my tits which I know he likes. It is a pity his dick is not bigger because I would love him to stick a massive cock in my face.
I flipped through a few more pages.
Dear Diary, watched my film again this morning when Bill was at work. My life that guy is so hot, his muscular black body and thick cock make me weak at the knees. What I wouldn’t give to sit on him.
I scanned a few more pages, the same thing throughout: Clare wanted a big dick, a black man, someone to take her forcefully, two cocks, another man, someone to make her come with their cock for a change, the list went on.
I flipped to the last entry.
Dear Diary, Just made myself cum so hard again. Wish Bill’s cock was like my dildo, I would be shagging him even more. I just need that feeling of being satisfied. Even better if I could meet a man with a dick like that, it would be heavenly. I’d fuck him for hours. I wouldn’t want to cheat on Bill but I desperately need a real good shagging.
I put the diary away. I was a little upset that my wife was so unsatisfied with our sex life that she wanted something else, but she didn’t want to cheat on me it was all a fantasy. But how long before that fantasy became a reality? It was then I thought of my idea.
Next day at work, I went onto a website for escorts and found what I’d been searching for, a young black guy with a large penis. I telephoned the company and arranged a meeting. My heart was pounding whilst I waited for the guy to come. He arrived and introduced himself as Barnes. Barnes was tall and athletic with an easy smile. He suggested we go to the toilet so I could inspect the goods. We walked to the gents and stood side by side at the urinals. Barnes got his dick out and my eyes nearly popped out of my head, it was like the guy in Clare’s porn video but bigger.
“How big?” I asked
“Eleven inches when erect,” he smiled.
We left the toilet, arranged a meeting time and we both went home.
Saturday came, the big day. My only hope was that Clare wouldn’t be angry, what if she was upset, didn’t go along with it. It was then my second idea came into action.
We had a meal and several glasses of wine before I suggested that Clare go and get some sexy underwear on, I had a treat for her. Clare giggled and went upstairs.
I followed her into the bedroom and put a video on, it was the first time we had watched porn together and I was a bit nervous. Clare came from the bathroom wearing a tiny g-string and a halter neck see-through top. She looked amazing and I thought I was going to come already. “Ready for your treat?” I asked.
“Yes, you naughty boy, what is it?” I pressed play and the video came on, Clare was silent at first and a little shocked. “What…” she began to say.
“Ssshh,” I said and began kissing her neck. The film soon got going and involved a skinny white girl getting screwed by a black guy with a big dick. I knew Clare was enjoying this because she was moaning softly to herself. I stopped kissing her and got out some silk scarves. “Ooh, you are feeling naughty tonight Billy.” If only she knew, I thought. I had soon tied Clare’s arms to opposite bedposts and then her legs to the other corners. She lay there writhing on the bed, her curvy body helpless and desperate. I left the video on and slipped my clothes off moving up to her head; I put my little dick next to her mouth and she began sucking it straight away. As she was sucking and moaning to herself she was watching the film the whole time. Her hips were gyrating madly and I knew she was on the verge of screaming at me for it. The whole sight was too much for me and I exploded in her mouth, she swallowed the first mouthful and then turned her head away leaving me to squirt the last of it in her frizzy hair. “Oh baby,” she said in a somewhat disappointed tone.
“That’s me done love,” I said, “I’m finished for the night.” Clare looked confused at this and tried to wriggle free, all to no avail. I left the bedroom and went downstairs. All the time I could hear her calling for me and moaning, I smiled to myself and let Barnes in through the back door. He had been waiting for about ten minutes, obviously eager to get started.
“Final part,” I said, “I’ll pay you afterwards but she has to come, hard. I want you fucking her so well she can’t take it. And I want you to make her work for your dick.”
“That’s a deal man, and don’t you worry about the fucking, I got it all under control,” With that he grabbed his crotch and followed me upstairs.
I re-entered the bedroom to see Clare still wriggling on the bed. “Hey baby.”
“Are you gonna let me free or not?” she asked a little angrily.
“No, your night’s only just begun. You see I read your diary, I know what you want.” Clare looked a bit embarrassed at this and I flipped the telly off. “Film’s over,” I said, “Let the real action begin.” I opened the bedroom door and in walked Barnes. Clare’s face was a sight, here she was, tied to the bed vulnerable to the world and a complete stranger had just walked in.
“Well,” said Barnes, “you weren’t kidding man, she is fucking fine.”
“Bill, who is this?” said Clare, a little tremor in her voice.
“A friend, that’s all.” Barnes walked over to the bed and placed his hand on Clare’s massive left breast, he squeezed it playfully and popped her huge nipple out of the top. Barnes leant down to kiss it and Clare couldn’t help a little moan escaping her lips. Barnes then pulled her top down roughly and started massaging her voluptuous boobs. Clare’s nipples were so erect, I swear they looked about ready to fire. Barnes’ hand traced its way down her body towards her midriff, he then teased his finger towards her knicker line and flicked it upwards. “Oh man, I’m gonna enjoy this tonight.” I could see through Clare’s g-string that she was wet. There was no denying that she was turned on well and truly. Barnes lowered his trousers and pulled out his dick, it was huge. Clare’s eyes lit up and I saw in them a lust I’d never seen before. “I’ve never had a white bitch suck my dick before, this better be good.” He placed the head off his cock at Clare’s lips and instantly she put out her tongue and began to lick. Before long, she was sucking with all her worth. Her eyes were half closed with pleasure and her hips were swinging wildly, she wanted Barnes’ dick inside her desperately.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth and then straddled her chest placing it between the mounds. It looked so massive in comparison to when mine was normally there. He fucked her tits slowly for a while and then he grabbed her hair and started ramming his dick faster and faster, Clare was moaning with pleasure even louder now and I could sense she was close to cumming. Barnes must have known this too because he then stopped. “Oh please fuck me, please.” She begged. Barnes shook his head and then moved down to her legs, he tore her g-string off with one hand and sat and stared at her precious pussy, it was soaking and had wet the bed a little. He traced his finger up through her lips and licked it. Barnes then buried his head between my wife’s legs and started slowly licking her clit. This was too much for her and she came loudly, shuddering and shaking her body. Barnes came up and smiled, “You like that girl?” Clare just moaned, her ample chest heaving heavily. He then slipped a finger into her wet snatch and started fingering her quickly, one finger became two and then three. Barnes was fingering Clare with three fingers and she came again, harder this time. Although I’d already come before, my own dick was as hard as an iron bar. Barnes then positioned himself between her legs and placed the head of his cock next to her puffed up pussy lips.
“How much do you want it baby?” he asked.
“I do, I do, please, I’ll do anything, swallow anything, just put that big dick inside me, I need it.” With those words, He slid the full length of it inside Clare. The shock of having something that big inside her was incredible, the look on her face was one I’ll never forget. Barnes began to slowly fuck her with a gently rhythm. I got up and sat near her on the bed. “This feel good honey?” Clare couldn’t answer in anything but pleasurable grunts and moans. I nodded to Barnes and he stopped and withdrew from her soaking pussy.
She looked up in disappointment. “How do you like to sit on that dick baby, how do you like to grind that big cock deep inside you?” She merely nodded feebly and I untied her. Barnes lay down and she straddled him. Due to how excited she was, he slid inside her completely with no problems. Clare let out another moan and I knew she had come again. Clare began to ride Barnes now faster and faster, she looked at me with a filthy stare and said, “You enjoying this? You like watching me being fucked by a truly big dick?” I nodded that I did. “Come here.” She said and grabbed my throbbing penis. Clare began to suck on mine as she grinded on Barnes’. She came again and I exploded down her throat for the second time that night, this time though she swallowed every drop.
“Do you want to see me sucking him again?” again I nodded. “Do you want to see this thick dick bursting in my throat?” I smiled and Clare got off Barnes, she bent over the bed and started slurping away at his cock. “Yeah baby,” said Barnes, “You take it in, no-one’s made it past halfway before. Never one to dismiss a challenge, Clare began to take all of Barnes’s monster dick in inch by slow inch. She had seven inches of him in her mouth and she was still going, then finally, he was all in. My wife had nearly a foot of black meat in her mouth and she was in heaven. I reached for her underwear drawer and pulled out her dildo, I quickly inserted it into her well stretched pussy and began fucking her with it as fast as I could. Even with a mouthful of cock, Clare’s moans were incredible. Barnes’ face was screwed up and then he shot his load deep into Clare’s mouth, there was so much of it, it spilled out of her lips and dribbled down her chin. She let out a final moan and collapsed on the bed shaking, she was having her first multiple orgasm and loving it.
About half an hour later, I paid Barnes and he left. I went back to the bedroom and Clare was asleep, her face a picture of total satisfaction.

I have masturbated while driving my car on occasion. It’s the perfect activity to break up an otherwise long and boring road trip. Usually the brief sighting of a young, attractive female driving by is enough to get a session started.
One summer afternoon, while driving south on I-85, I spotted a young girl in a pickup truck pass me on my passenger side. She had her window rolled down and her music turned up. Her long, blond hair was blowing wildly in the wind and her sun kissed arm was resting on the window ledge. I looked up at her as she passed and for a brief moment our eyes connected. She smiled down at me in my four-door sedan and sped on.
Her smile was all it took to stimulate me on this otherwise boring stretch of road, and I tenderly reached down into my shorts to assess my situation. Even in the south where I’m from, you don’t see too many attractive females driving pickup trucks on the highway. Surprised to find my cock growing at such a rapid pace, I shifted in my seat for a more comfortable grip. I began pulling gently at my now rock hard shaft while swerving erratically to change lanes with my free hand. Something about this girl compelled me to catch another glimpse and I needed to get ahead of the slower car in front of me if I was going to catch her again soon.
She was driving rather fast, and catching up to her began to seem like a daunting task. Slower traffic was working against me, and of course I was driving almost exclusively one-handed. As I sped and swerved onward, I began stroking myself faster and more erratically. A sense of urgency to catch up to her began to build inside me. Another smile from her just might push me over the edge, and the thought of her possibly seeing me touching myself made me even more excited.
At that moment I decided that’s exactly what I wanted to happen. I wanted her to see me stroking my cock for her. I wanted her to know how turned on I was by her smiling at me with the carefree confidence she seemed to possess. I decided to roll my passenger side window down, making it even easier for her to see all the way into my car. Still, it may not be enough to draw her attention toward the show I was hoping to give her in such a brief passing moment.
I had to think fast, as my opportunity was quickly approaching. Not only did the cool air pouring in from the window create a heightened sensation for my shaft, but I was gaining in distance to her pickup truck, and there appeared to be a slight clearing of opposing traffic just ahead. Perhaps I could take down my shorts, or remove my shirt, or . . . yes! That was it! I’ll get naked. With one had on the wheel, I took a brief rest from stroking my cock (I was about to explode at this point anyway) in order to remove my shirt, my shorts, and my boxers.
I was now driving completely naked and approaching the pickup truck from the left hand side. I could see a few strands of her long blond hair dancing outside the car window just ahead. I inched closer and closer, careful not to speed by too quickly, or too slowly. There were no cars behind us within 500 feet or so. This was it. I went for it.
As I pulled up next to her window, I raised my naked hips off the seat, thrusting them into the air in plain sight for her to admire. My left hand held the wheel steady while I pumped my right hand slowly all the way up and down my erect shaft, then pulled my hand away to reveal the entire length of my cock for her to see. With all the confidence of an amateur porn star in my very first scene, I looked up at her, hoping she would approve of my display.
I looked up and locked in on her eyes as they shot right out of her head. Her jaw was already agape in shock. Smiling with confidence, I put the finishing strokes on my masterpiece with my eyes locked on hers, while her eyes locked onto the thick load of cum that shot onto my chest. As my hips relaxed her expression changed from shock to an accepting, playful smile and a laugh. It was the kind of laugh you’d expect from a college girl after being pressured by her friends to flash her breasts at Mardi Gras.
Pleased with the result of my brief connection with this beautiful stranger, I sped forward rapidly, reaching into my glove box for some napkins. I merged right, now a few hundred feet in front of the pickup truck and continued on. To my surprise, the truck suddenly sped forward and merged right in a similar fashion. Gazing into my rear view mirror, I caught one last glimpse of her sun kissed arm, waving gently goodbye as she pulled off the exit ramp and out of sight.

Once again Jade fell over forwards in exhausted release, feeling Mike’s spent cock slowly deflate and then her anus had one last little spasm pushing it all the way out before they both fell asleep completely spent. Mike’s mind was filled with thoughts of how good an Asian woman’s pussy tastes and what a shock that she would enjoy anal sex as much as straight sex.
Mike was deep in an exhausted post orgasmic sleep when he heard heavy breathing followed by a low guttural groan. He opened his eyes to see a nude red haired hunk of a man next to the bed. He didn’t have that long of a cock but he had the thickest cock Mike had ever seen. The guy obviously wasn’t interested in him, with the low groans escaping his throat the white guy was eyeing Jades ass intently.
Then to his complete amazement the guy climbed onto the bed and stepping over Jade’s head he leaned down and started licking Mike’s cum from her just so recently thoroughly fucked ass. It was just so plain nasty that Mike could feel the blood start to pound deep at the base of his long black snake of a cock. The guy’s emerald green eyes were getting a lustful glaze as he sank his tongue deep into Jades ass making her groan with pleasure. Thinking it was Mike and forgetting she had tied him down spread-eagled to the bed Jade rolled over on her back and spread her legs exposing her tiny Asian pussy with its long silky black hairs.
“Yes, eat my pussy you animal” she moaned to Mike, waiting to feel his thick tongue fuck her pussy again. The guy didn’t hesitate a second before he leaned forward and lapped hungrily at Jades waiting pussy still dripping Mike’s thick white cum. “Oooooh yes” Jade groaned and then opened her eyes wide at the feel of a cock brushing her ear.
“Oh my god, Jim what are you doing here?” when she realized it was best friend licking her and tried to yell but her voice was nearly gone from the hour of screaming orgasms she had just shared with Mike, her first black lover. Now she tried to push this white guy off of her but he was larger and weighed more than she did and his hungry licking of her pussy was having its effects. Mike watched as Jades legs involuntarily opened wider to allow him to get his long thick tongue deep into her aching pussy. Jade could feel her lips parting farther with each thrust of his tongue and involuntarily would lift her hips to get more. At first she wasn’t sure that she felt something brush her forehead but when she opened her eyes there was Jim’s cock hanging down before her.
She had thought Mike’s big black cock had looked like an animal cock with its thick glistening skin and purple mushroom head. But now Jim’s cock was average in length but far thicker. Pretty and pink with deep blue veins leading to the huge dark pink head. And it seemed to already have some clear pre-cum forming on the tip. Even as she felt his rough tongue sending her twitching clit higher and higher Jade watched that thick cock continue to grow. At first it was just above her nose but then as it throbbed and pulsed it reached to her top lip. Jades mouth opened wide of its own accord as the giant cock passed her lips and penetrated her mouth.
Deeper and deeper she let his cock sink into her mouth until it was full size and filling her mouth with salty re-cum. Jade swallowed it and felt her pussy contract in orgasm at the same time. Shivering from her head to her toes and as he reamed her pussy Jade sucked the huge cock with total wanton abandon. Never having experienced such intense sucking before, Jim let out a deep groan and Jade immediately felt his cock pulse in her mouth. Jade grabbed the heavy tightened balls with both of her tiny hands and held him still while he jetted stream after stream into her waiting mouth. She swallowed the hot musky cum as fast as she could but felt it oozing down both sides of her face and dripping into puddles on the bed. The orgasmic spasms finally subsided and he relaxed enough for Jade to quickly push him off of her and sit-up.
Mike watched with overwhelming lust as the white guy’s big pink cock slowly grew until it got sucked into Jade’s mouth. Watching this had his cock swelling up thick and hard but as with all large cocks it was going to take some sucking or rubbing to get it all the way up to its full 12″. When he saw Jade’s hips arch in orgasm while a river of cum was steaming down her chin, Mike’s cock suddenly jerked straight up and rock hard all on its own. So when Jade pushed the guy off her and sat up, that was the first thing she saw.
Still overcome with lust she climbed on top of Mike and grabbing his mighty cock in both hands squatted over it. “Oh my god I’m got to have it” she breathed while fitting the tip between her soaking lips. Thinking ‘A black cock and my tiny Asian pussy are the best combination’ she closed her eyes and let all of her weight slam her down on Mike’s hard black cock.
“Uuuugghh” she grunted as she felt her pussy lips stretch and then the swollen mushroom cock head push deep into her pussy tunnel. Past her cervix and all the way until it pressed against her backbone Mike’s cock filled her beyond what she ever expected. Leaning forward Jade slowly lifted her hips once and thrust down until her little round ass slapped into Mike heaving balls. Then with another slow thrust she began an insistently increasing pounding with one goal only > to have a shuddering orgasm on this huge black cock.
As Jade leaned forward Mike felt his cock push past her cervix and the pressure in her depths was so great it almost made him lose control and cum on the spot. He watched Jades face contort with pleasure as she bounced faster and faster on his cock. Her eyes were pinched shut and Jim’s cum was dripping from her bottom lip and chin onto his chest in one long sticky stream. “Shit, you are one sexy woman,” he said between his teeth as Jade changed angles, rubbing her clit up and down the shaft of his penetrating cock. Her nostrils flared and her breath was coming in great gulps so Mike knew she about to cum again when he felt the spasms start. Her pussy was gripping Mikes cock at the base and then sucking all the way to its depths even as her clit started to vibrate against the hard shaft of his cock.
Jade knew her clit was about to go insane with the pleasure of rubbing up and down on this great cock. She arched her hips with each up thrust pressing her clit against Mike’s cock and shoving her ass up into the air. Each down thrust nearly knocked the breath from her and stirred something deeper in her pussy. Just as she started to release her tension and cum on Mikes cock Jade felt the spasms in the depths of her pussy overwhelm her. “I’m cumming” she moaned to Mike as the spasms shook her yet again. She didn’t feel Jim climb back onto the bed until he lapped his hot thick tongue across her uplifted ass. Having yet more shivers sent up her spine in the mist of cumming Jade pushed her hungry ass back towards the red head’s tongue for more.
Mike looked down at what was happening to Jades ass and noticed for the first time the wall mirror behind her. He could see Jades tiny Asian pussy stretched wide to receive his monstrously thick black cock. Each time she lifted her ass up he could see his cock pulling out black and glistening with Jades cum while her lips sucked at his cock trying to pull it back in. Then when she thrust down he watched the lips pull inside and her ass settle all the way down to his tightening balls. Jades anus would pulse open and closed at the bottom of each down thrust like there wasn’t room left for it or as though it was hungry for cock also.
He watched in amazement as Jim’s tongue lapped the area between his cock and Jade’s puckered and throbbing ass. He could actually see the tongue disappear inside her anus, feel her already tight pussy clamp down even harder on his cock, and watched her eyes squeeze tighter and tighter shut as Jade’s orgasm continued to rake her body. Then suddenly Jim reared up and put his hands on Jades shoulders. Mike watched in amazement as the huge pink cock started thrusting at his own even more huge animal-like cock. Jade sank her hungry pussy down feverishly onto Mike’s cock as though she wanted nothing more than to feel it penetrate to her throat and in so doing puckered her little pink anus into a waiting pout.
Jim’s bulbous cock immediately found its place and was instantly buried to the hilt in Jade’s ass. Mike’s eyes bulged at the sight of that thick cock plunging into her tight ass and then felt it collide with the shaft of his own cock deep inside Jades body. Looking at Jades face just above him he saw her eyes bulge out as only a black person could and her pupils became the tiniest of specs in her dark brown eyes. Jades mouth opened but no sound came out. It was as though the sudden penetration had taken her to some other world.
Then Jim began to fuck her deeply and furiously fast. His balls were slapping noisily against Mike’s balls and his cock was so deep in her ass it pounded against Mike’s cock at the end of each powerful penetration. Mike looked up at Jim’s face just over her shoulder, mouth slack, saliva dripping onto her shoulder, obviously having the best fuck of his life. Looking over to Jade, Mike watched as her pupils slowly came back to normal and then continued to grow until they filled the depths of her beautiful eyes with passionate abandon. Jades mouth was still hanging open soundlessly and now long trails of drool mixed with the remnants of Jim’s cum were dripping down from her bottom lip and onto Mike’s chest.
Jade was having the most overwhelming orgasm of her life. The thick veins at the base of Mike’s cock had pulsed on her clit until it shuddered into a twitching orgasm. Then she was surprised by the deep spasms that joined in from the depths of her pussy. Moaning in overwhelmed passion she knew that she was drooling cum on Mike’s chest but didn’t care. And she knew Mike could tell when Jim started licking her ass but she was too far-gone to be shy now. But when the anal orgasm joined the other two Jade almost lost consciousness in the pleasure she felt taking over her body. Never before had she imagined such pleasure and wanted to scream it out to the world “I’m cumming like no woman has ever cum before”.
Then she froze at the touch of something hot and hard at the opening to her ass. Several things happened at the same time. Jade felt her anus stretch open as if in slow motion and then a hot presence filled her ass all the way to her throat. She felt sure she could taste Jim’s cum mixing with Mike’s at the bottom of her throat. Then her multiple orgasms were joined by waves of pleasure starting deep in her cock filled ass and spilling out to her stretched and pulsing anus. Jade wanted to scream in pleasure but no sound would come from her lips. As Jim’s swollen cock pounded her ass Jade felt her mind drifting up in the clouds where all she knew was the pleasure sweeping her body.
Each deep trust from Jim’s cock would drive her ass into the air pulling Mike’s big black cock partway out, only to have her bury it back inside her pussy when Jim would pullback his own thick cock. Each moment that it continued was an eternity for Jade as the pleasure of the past moment was surpassed by the new pleasure taking her away to new places. Both her holes were being mercilessly reamed by huge animal cocks and all she knew was she wanted more and more of it. There was not, could not be any other thought in her head.
Mike felt the cum boiling in his balls as they tightened up and pressed up against Jades pussy. His cock was swollen to the point of exploding and he knew he was about to give Jade every drop his giant balls had been able to manufacture. The ever increasing deep sucking her pussy was giving his cock combined with the slamming of Jim’s cock into his was more than he could stand. He looked down into the mirror again to watch her two holes filled with cock and stretched to their limits. Even with the huge pink cock in her ass, there was room for his cum to ooze out. Mike watched as Jim’s cum leaked out and ran down his own cock across his balls and onto the bed.
“I can’t hold back anymore” Mike roared as the cum bubbled and boiled up the long length of his cock. Just as he opened his mouth to scream he felt Jim’s cock explode in massive streams of cum into Jades ass. He was sure he could feel it splashing against his cock deep in the center of Jade’s body. Jades small pointed breasts swaying in front of Mike’s face began to form small drops of white milk on the tips of her hard brown nipples. Then with a rush they sprayed and squirted milk on his chest as her body went into its final agonizing wave of orgasmic spasms. Mike’s cum burst from the huge swollen mushroom head and filled what corners were left free in Jades tiny pussy before oozing out and joining Jim’s cum to puddle under their bodies on the bed.
Jades eyes were still unfocused and her tongue was hanging out in imitation of the animal she felt to be as the orgasms consumed her entire being. ‘I think I may die this way’ she thought and yet was totally happy with it. The pleasure had now spread to every inch of her body and she was aware of Jim’s panting behind her ear and of Mike’s gasping below her. Even her breasts felt on fire and she was sure they were cumming too, spraying her hot milky breast cum all over her lover below. Then the feeling of two cocks exploding in her at once over-came her. The spasms, the thrusting, the cum spilling out of her every hole finally took over and she heard the low guttural groans escaping her throat. “Ooh Yesss, fuck me, fuck me …. Yess fill me with your hot cum both of you, I want all of it!!!”
With this one last delirious breath Jade collapsed onto Mike’s chest and fainted, gone to this world. Jim pulled his cock from Jades ass with a loud plop and collapsed on the edge of the bed. Mike looked down at the sleeping woman on his chest and thought ‘how could I have gone all my life without fucking a hot Asian woman like this?’ But he knew this may be the first time but it sure wouldn’t be the last. He was never going to let go of this woman, never.
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Mummy Belinda Beynon was now in complete control, as she pushed my pram down the road. I snuggled against my satin sheets and was very content. Mummy Belinda removed my dummy every five minutes, wetting it with her saliva, before putting it back into my mouth. Staring up into Mummy Belinda’s pretty face, was a dream come true. She would tease me, by blowing her cute nose in her small, white paper hanky.
“What a lovely surprise for you sissy Amy, you are about to meet a sexy friend of yours,” said Belinda in a teasing voice.
“Mummy Belinda Im feeling very shy now,” I replied.
Belinda let out a squeaky laugh and stopped the pram, to wipe my nose and mouth, with her snotty hanky. A women in a sexy, blue, nurses uniform stopped to chat to Belinda. To my horror I recognised her, as Sue George. She was very attractive and was about thirty eight years of age. Sue had brown, curly, permed hair and her rosy cheeks shone like a beacon into my face.
“Hi! Belinda,just on my way to the surgery. Who is this pretty little pervert?”
“Hi! Sue, this is my new, little, sissy girl called Amy Beynon. Smile at Auntie Sue George kinky Amy,”
Sue George recognised me straight away and made funny faces at me. Then she lifted me out of the pram and cuddled me against her uniform. I felt such a fool, but also very feminine.
“Hi! Amy Beynon, Hieeeeee! sissy Amy Beynon. You are a pretty little girl for your age. Still, its better being humiliated like this than being in your forties with nobody to love you.”
“You seem to know my daughter very well,” said Belinda in childish voice.
“Well! Belinda this dirty, little bastard is my husband’s cousin. I have plenty of girls, baby clothes you can have. I will drop them off at your mother’s house. My Katy has grown out of them now. You are going to look so pretty in your nieces’s baby clothes. I’m your kinky Auntie Sue George and your going to look so cute in Katy George’s frilly panties.”
Sue George laughed and cuddled me tight against her breasts. Then she kissed me hard on the lips and our noses rubbed together. She then put be back in my pram. Sue chatted to Belinda for a little while and told her that they could meet at the local club for lunch. Belinda said she would look forward to that. Sue waved me goodbye and blew me a kiss. Her bum wriggled through her tight, nurse’s uniform as she walked down the road.
We soon arrived at the hairdressers. Belinda pushed my pram inside the salon. Lina Sparkes looked so sexy in her white uniform. She was in her late forties and had a similar hairstyle to Belinda. She had put some weight on around her waist and bum. Her assistant was Lynne Hopkins. A small women, about thirty five, wearing sexy glasses. Lynne was married with two kids and was a smoker which sometimes made her look like a cheap tart. Despite this Lynne Hopkins was a very sexy women and I’d had always had a kinky crush on her.
Lina wanted to see to Belinda’s hair, so she suggested that Lynne took me in to the back room to fit my blonde wig. Lynne picked me up and gave me a sloppy, wet kiss on my lips. She carried me into another room and put me in a baby high chair. A large bowl of cold, baby, porridge was put in front of me, next to Lynne’s dirty ashtray. Lynne shaved my head, then applied a sticky glue to it. She took a “Shirley Temple” styled wig and fixed it on to my head. I felt so girlish, as Lynne stroked my blonde, curly wig and attached pink ribbons. Lynne lit a cigarette, keeping it in her mouth, as she coughed all over my porridge.
“You are a pretty little sissy Amy Beynon. Auntie Lynne Hopkins loves you so much,” said Lynne in a husky voice.
Lynne’s cigarrete dropped into my porridge, as she gave me another wet kiss. Her red lipstick tasted so fresh and sticky.
“It’s about time I fed you your disgusting porridge. Lets make it even more horrible by emptying my ashtray in it. There we are, just mix it in with my hand and it will taste nice and horrible for you to eat,” laughed Lynne.
Lynne lit another cigarette and blew smoke into my hair and face. With her other hand, she forced fed me my disgusting porridge. I was nearly sick, but was soon enjoying myself. Lynne kissed me all over my face. Lynne was now chewing gum, as she chain smoked. She then kissed me on the lips and her gum was transfered into my mouth. I soon finished my meal and Lynne put me over her shoulder to burp me. She then carried me back into the salon. Mummy Belinda looked very pretty with her hair permed. Lynne passed me into Lina Sparke’s arms.
“Amy Beynon you look so pretty with your new hairstyle. You love Auntie Lina don’t you my kinky little pervert,” Said Lina showering me with wet kisses.
“I love you Auntie Lina Sparkes,” I replied in a childish voice.
Lina Sparkes was now snogging me heavily and we both ended up on the floor, Lina on top of me. Her wet, red lipstick, was just one big smudge and my mouth was caked with Lina’s sticky red lipstick.
Lina was soon replaced by Lynne and she was forcing her tongue into my mouth. I sucked at Lynne’s red lips and knew that I loved her very much. Lina sat on Belinda’s lap and stroked her hair in a provocative way. Belinda responded by snogging Lina. Belinda’s hands were fondling Lina’s breasts, through her uniform. This got me aroused. I started to pick Lynne’s nose and ate an enormous green bogie from her right nostril. A feeling of kinky, sexy love was alive in that salon. Lina Sparkes was an Italian dish you could not refuse. I was now soaking my pampas in excitement.
Belinda picked me up and was ready to put me back in my pram. She could tell that my pampas were leaking, as a damp patch had developed in the front of my baby grow. My pampas had now burst under the pressure and now my plastic and frilly panties were soaking wet.
“I will have to get you changed Amy Beynon. You are so pretty and sweet, yes you are Amy. My forty eight year old kinky pervert, who just loves being humiliated,” squealed Belinda.
“Mummy Belinda,please breast me,” I cried into Belinda’s blouse.
“Pass her over here Belinda, My breasts are bursting with milk,” said Lynne.
Lynne lit another cigarette and unbuttoned the buttons on her white blouse. Lina helped Lynne off with her bra. Lynne’s large breasts were very inviting. Lynne kept her cigarette in her mouth as I was passed over into her arms.
“Just suck my nipples Kinky Amy Beynon. Have a lovely drink of my breast milk and fill your tummy up for me,” said Lynne puffing smoke all over me.
Belinda watched in delight as I gulped down Lynne’s creamy milk. Lina Sparkes stroked my bum through my baby grow. I wet myself again in excitement. I had now switched to Lynne’s other breast and her milk was overflowing down my cheek. My pampas were now a disgusting soggy mess.
“It’s ok Lina, I will drop off Amy at my Mum’s house and get her changed there. Sue George has text me, to say that she has left a bag of her daughters clothes there. You will be looking even prettier in Katy George’s pretty, baby clothes,my kinky Amy Beynon.
Lynne Hopkins groaned with pleasure as I sucked hard on her nipple. Lynne was now chain smoking and was loving every minute. She laughed as I farted and burped. Finally I had drank Lynne Hopkins dry and she put her bra back on.
“Your a greedy little pervert, let Auntie Lynne wipe your mouth. Taste my filthy, paper hanky against your sweet lips,” said Lynne laughing.
I kissed Lynne on her nose and picked two more green bogies out of her nostrils and ate them in front of her. Lina Sparkes removed her pink, satin panties and put them over the bottom of my baby grow to try and keep me dry. Belinda had to force me away from Lynne, as I was sucking her lips and Lynne was gasping for breath. Belinda stuffed Lynne’s paper hanky into my mouth and put me back in my pram. Lina Sparkes bent over me and gave a me a lovely wet kiss. Belinda laughed and pushed my pram outside. As we went along the road I realised that Nanny Pat Beynon was alive and well in this fantasy world. My life was getting so kinky it was getting out of control. We soon arrived at Nanny Pat’s house.
“Mummy dear, it’s me Belinda. Come and meet your sissy grandaughter. Amy Beynon is dying to see you,” Said Belinda.
“I’m in the bathroom Belinda,will be down in ten minutes,” replied Pat.
Belinda decided to change me and put a changing mat on the table.She stripped off my wet clothes and smothered me with baby lotion and powder. I was soon wearing dry pampas and white frilly baby panties. Katy George’s lacy, baby tights and short, white, frilly satin dress was soon on me. White ribbons replaced the pink ones in my hair. Mummy Belinda sat me on her lap and wiped my nose with her white, lacy hanky.
The door opened and there stood Pat Beynon, wearing beige trousers and a black jumper. She was petite like her daughter and was about sixty five years of age. She was not the most attractive women in the world, but she was my new, sexy nanny and I fell in love with her straight away.
Pat Beynon picked me up and on her chair put me over her lap. Her hand pulled my dress up. She then pulled down my tights and fondled my white, frilly panties through my pampas. Then pulling them down, she spanked me hard in front of Belinda. Nanny Pat Beynon then held my prick firmly and I had an enormous erection on. Belinda gave me a sexy smile.
“I’m your Nanny Pat, back from the dead, to give my sissy Amy Beynon, the wank of her life.” said Pat in a soft voice.
“Wank me off Nanny Pat Beynon.”
“You naughty girl Amy Beynon, a dirty slag just like your Mummy Belinda.”
“Oh! my god I love you Nanny Pat Beynon and i’m creaming in my kinky, Nanny’s hand.”
“You disgusting pervert, Your a dirty, kinky cunt sissy Amy Beynon, but Nanny Pat Beynon loves you so much.”
As I was pumping my spunk into Nanny Pat’s cold hand, we were both having a wet, sloppy snog. Nanny Pat wiped her sticky hand all down my dress. In this fantasy world, it only took a few minutes before an erection came again. Nanny Pat jerked me off again with both hands this time. Belinda laughed and stuck her tongue out at me.
“What a kinky tosser you are sissy Amy Beynon. You forty eight year old kinky pervert. You love Nanny Pat wanking you off, you disgusting slag of a grandaughter,” Said Pat in a stern voice.
Pat Beynon was in no mood to mess around and made me pick her nose as she wanked me off for the third time. Pat then brought up green flem and spat it on to my lips. My tongue licked it into my mouth.
“Look Mummy Belinda I’m eating Nanny Pat,s bogies and snot.”
“Good girl Amy, Nanny Pat Beynon will soon want you to fuck her. Suck her green snot from her snotty hanky, well done Amy.”
Pat Beynon had now removed all her clothes and her naked body made me feel very aroused. Belinda stuffed her mother’s sweaty black panties into my mouth and I sucked on the soiled gusset. Pat picked me up and carried me to her bedroom. Belinda watched as I got on top of the bed with Pat and rammed my cock between her legs. Nanny Pat groaned with pleasure and we were snogging, as Belinda clapped her hands.
“Fuck me Amy Beynon, my sissy grandaughter,” screamed Pat as my cock pumped her full of spunk.
Belinda laughed as I sucked Nanny Pat’s breasts. Then I took her nose in my mouth and sucked her green snot from it. It was all over to soon. I had fucked Nanny Pat Beynon’s brains out. Belinda put my clothes tidy and put me back in my pram.
“Well Sissy Amy Beynon, my forty eight year old sissy girl, You don’t care who you shag do you,” said Belinda in a soft voice.
Belinda decided she was in a disgusting mood and blew loads of snot into her pretty hanky and wiped it into my face and especially over my mouth. Then took a pair of her sisters red panties out of the clothes basket. They were very soiled. Joanne Beynon had left her body juices on the gusset and had farted in them. Joanne Beynon’s shit was easily visable. Belinda stuffed them into my mouth and made me suck them clean. I felt totally humiliated.
” You are a dirty, kinky bastard, oh! yes you will meet my sister Joanne and fuck her like you did your Nanny, but first its down the social club to see Sue George again.She is going to love you, dressed in her daughter’s clothes,” Said Belinda in a kinky voice.
We left Nanny Pat’s House and made our way to the club. I was exhausted, but wanted more kinky sex. Sue George in her nurses’s uniform was making me very excited and couldn’t wait to meet her again. I want to fuck you Auntie Sue George wearing your daughter’s baby clothes.

Lisa Moeschen’s large, floppy boobs hung on each side of her skinny chest as she lied on her slender back watching Bob Fisher’s huge testicles descend to her mouth. She was twenty-five and had lost her virginity to Bob, a painter ten years her senior whom she said she loved, and did in a way, but really considered him little more than a man who licked her tender pussy for hours and who had an enormous cock and big, shaven balls she could feast on. Now her tugging mouth barely stretched around the swollen fruit. She was experiencing the unadulterated sex she had dreamt about for years, and while she knew Bob was interested in a future with her, she would tell him anything to keep him as her own personal sexual pervert, for the time being anyway.
Bob’s huge balls were wrapped with a small rubber ring, exaggerating and swelling them as he dipped them to Lisa’s pointed tongue and smacking mouth. As she suckled the wonderful kiwis, Bob carefully gyrated his hips, smearing his saliva-slicked testicles all over her narrow, freckled face, over her nose, eye sockets, and forehead as she reached her tongue for his asshole, probing it forcefully and deep. Lisa’s pale, thin thighs were splayed revealing her small, sticky opening to Bob’s gently probing fingers. To Bob, her easily climaxing vagina was his to control, and he imagined she would forever be in love with him for the pleasure he gave her. It’s true he drove her to shrieking orgasm easily, if he wanted, but he loved taking his time, watching his knuckles slowly disappear into her gripping, oozing meat folds. He very slightly caressed her velvet clitoris and thrilled at her moans, alternating between sinking one finger, then two fingers into her tight glove. He sat on her mouth feeling her tongue probe his asshole, his head dizzy from the sensation and the scene itself. His strong cheeks clenched her mouth.
“Lick it all over! Stick your tongue up my ass, you little slut,” he hissed. She loved being called a slut, a whore, a tight-pussy little fuck-toy and any other degrading name Bob came up with. The talk was as thrilling as the sex.
In the next room they could hear the television where Lisa’s two roommates sat. Bob fantasized about fucking all three of them together, turning Lisa into a little lesbian slut, and he frankly told her the details of his hopes. “Your tight-pussied little room-mates are in the next room, curled up on the couch acting innocent, while you’re on your skinny back sucking fat cock and getting your cunt opened up.”
“NNNngh,” she replied, as Bob sank two inches of beer-can-thick penis into Lisa’s mouth.

“I’ll bet their sticky little pussies are oozing up their cotton panties thinking about their nerdy, freckle-faced, scrawny room-mate getting ravished by a tall, older man. Jenn’s fat, heavy titties are hanging low, her thick nipples are swelling up like tight cherries.” Lisa let his swollen cock pop out of her engorged cheek, and it sprang upward slapping Bob’s abdomen.
“OOOhhh!” Lisa moaned at the thought of Jenn’s big breasts. Lisa loved large breasts and Bob knew it. She considered her saggy, deflated tits a disappointment, but there was something about the contradiction of young, fresh, freckle-faced Lisa, her tiny, always-oozing pussy, and those sagging, tender breasts with their large, pink, bumpy nipples that drove Bob crazy. The way they sagged over the sides of her exposed ribs, the way they swayed and bounced lazily, heavily, as he fucked her a little faster, the way it took a long time, a lot of sucking and gentle chewing to finally get the big, pink circles hard were all like separate items on a vast menu.
Lisa’s breasts reminded Bob of an older woman’s. One day soon he wanted to tie them off with ropes and get them to sag even more. For now he was happy to slap them around and squeeze them in as if milking Lisa. “Let me milk those big, cow titties you filthy whore!” Lisa would tilt her head back and moan and smile, “Yeaahhh!” When Bob squeezed the loose boobs together tightly in his large hands and sucked both pink aureoles into his smacking mouth at the same time, Lisa watched, open-mouthed and dazzled. “Oh my GOD!”
“You want to suck Jenn’s big titties, you little whore? Huh?”
“Yes! Yes!” Still squatting over her face, Bob’s hand seized Lisa’s tiny ankle and lifted it up, and sank two fingers deep into Lisa’s drenched pussy, in and out he worked magic with his fingers as Lisa hummed and moaned and whined into his fat balls. He pulled his finger out and patted her pussy gently and quickly, everything suddenly picking up in pace. He sank a finger knuckle deep in her tight butthole and held it there, pulled it out, stuck it in his own ass, fed it to her smacking mouth which leapt at it hungrily. He finger fucked her pussy some more, whirred his hand, slapped her ass hard several times, tugged each pussy lip slowly, pulling them out, smearing them, grazing her clitoris so she yelped, all the while getting her drunk with imagery.
“You want to suck Jenn’s fat nipples all night, huh whore?”
“Mmph! Yes!’ she smacked.

“Suck my balls like you will Jennifer’s big, pink nipples, slut!”
“NNNgh!” she squealed. Pulling off the rubber ring Lisa began chewing the thick, loose skin at the base of his huge sac, sucking noisily on the balls, wrapping her little hand around the base and pulling them hard into her lapping mouth.
She loved burying her nose into the loose skin of Bob’s testicles, trying to breathe, panting through her mouth while sucking frantically.
“Suck her titties you little whore! Are you gonna suck them and let me dog fuck you both? Huh?”
“Yeah!” Lisa yelped. “Fuck her with that fat, bull-cock! Fuck her like a bull! Make her ass and titties shake!” Bob sank three fingers deep in her tight pussy, pulled them out, jammed her ass with one finger, watching as her pussy became larger, messier.
“Can I fuck your little ass and make you scream? Hmm? I want you to suck Jenn’s fat little pussy while I watch and jack off.”
“Oh yeah baby, let me suck that fat little pussy. I want you to jack off all over my face!”
“Oh yeah,” Bob replied, dizzy with pleasure that Lisa was talking on her own. “Will you clean my fat dick when I pull it out of her loose-fucked pussy?”
“Oh yeah, let me suck it clean, smear it all over my slutty face. I want that little bitch’s pussy to ooze your milk all over my freckles!”
“Will you stick your tongue deep up her ass, get her all loose for my big cock?”
“Oh GOD yes, fuck her chunky ass, let me suck the cum from her stretched asshole!”
He drew his anus over her nose, mouth and chin, drawing the two fingers in and out of her tight little pussy. He reached around, smeared her juices across her mouth, sank them back into her vagina, reached back again and smeared the honey across his anus. Her tongue knew to clean his anus of her own stickiness.
He fingered hi