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Mary gathered her wedding dress above her waist, lay back on the bridal bed and spread her legs. She had been anticipating this night for some time since her husband-to-be promised that she’d be VERY satisfied on her wedding night. She had discarded her panties upon entering the bridal suite.

She had been celibate for a year when they met, due to a string of unsatisfying relationships. She always gently and firmly denied Jerry’s sexual advances, and to her surprise, he continued to date her. When he proposed, she readily accepted, reminding him that there would be no intercourse until the wedding night. That was when he told her what he had planned for that special night. He told her he’d even hold back from solo relief for a month before experiencing her pussy for the first time.

Mary almost gave in when Jerry told her his plans. Her sexual urges between her hips were the most intense she had ever felt, and it was all she could do to adhere to her own rule.

Jerry had a painful case of blue balls on their wedding day. His self imposed chastity had been more intense than he had anticipated. But he persisted, and told himself that it would be so much sweeter when he would enter his new bride.

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Mary Kartal Escort gasped when she wrapped her hand around his cock. “Oh my gosh, it’s big!” she exclaimed.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked.

“Oh my God, yes!” she whispered. Her insides trembled with excitement and anticipation.

He impatiently pressed in a couple of inches.

“Oh! Oh God!” she exclaimed.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes! Yes! I want it!”

He shoved his dick in all the way. She was tight and well lubricated from her arousal.

“Oh! Ahh!” she squirmed. He held still for a few moments to let her appreciate the size of his member. Then he slowly pumped, using long strokes. Each time he pushed in all the way, he paused for a moment.

Then it came. Her first vaginal orgasm. She unabashedly filled the room with her wordless exclamations as she twisted from side to side with his big dick inside her. He resumed thrusting, a little faster this time. A few minutes later, when her next orgasm overtook her, he could no longer hold back. “Uhh! Uh! Uhh! Uh! Uhhh!” he groaned as his cock throbbed and spurted inside her.

“Oh God, that feels good!” Pendik Escort she exclaimed. “More! Give me more!”

His dick had not softened, and since he had given her an immense serving, he knew he could fuck for a while before spurting again. He maneuvered her into several different positions, and she had one orgasm after another. He felt himself cross the point of no return, and exclaimed, “Oh my God!” and again spurted and spurted inside the sexy bride.

He stayed inside her until his breathing became normal, and then pulled out. He quickly got dressed, smiled at Jerry, and left the room.

Jerry had been completely undressed as he observed his bride’s intense fucking. It had taken all his effort to keep his hands off his cock when he heard her orgasmic exclamations.

He removed her blindfold. Their eyes met, and she exclaimed, “Oh, Jerry, that was wonderful!”

He smiled and approached her pussy with his mouth. What a mess, he told himself. He licked all around her pussy. “Oh! Oh my gosh! Jerry, this is so nasty! I love it!”

Jerry then had her straddle his mouth and he enthusiastically cleaned her pussy while she had several more orgasms.

Then Göztepe Escort she removed her wedding dress and lay on the bed completely naked with a come hither look in her eyes. Jerry positioned his painfully erect cock at her entrance. He plunged in, and got down on top of her. One thrust. Two thrusts. Three thrusts, and he crossed the line. “Oh my God, Mary!” he hoarsely whispered as he spurted and spurted inside her. It was a sweet feeling for Jerry, and he tried to savor the experience. Mary again straddled his mouth and he eagerly cleaned her pussy of his own sperm, giving her two orgasms.

They slept for a few hours, and Jerry awoke with and intense ache in his nuts. He licked his bride’s pussy, and when she awoke, he entered her and kept still. “Stay like that, Jerry,” Mary pleaded. “You’re longer than the guy with the big dick, even though his is a lot wider!”

“It feels so good to be inside you, Mary.”

He kept still as much as possible while inside his new bride. Her excited eyes, her sweet lips, and the incredible feeling of her tight pussy overpowered what little self control he had.

“Mary… Mary, I can’t… Oh God!” Jerry again spurted recklessly inside her.

He was disappointed. “I’ll make it up to you,” he said as he pulled out and began to lick her freshly spermed pussy.

“Like earlier tonight?”

He noticed the gleam in her eyes as she asked.

He said yes.

“You’re so good to me, Jerry. Fuck me again!”

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The frequent drinking of water had filled my bladder during my walk and I didn’t think I’d make it to my house without emptying it. I stepped behind some bushes, pulled my semi hard cock from my shorts and started to relieve myself. After a while I heard a noise and noticed her standing behind me!

She approached me and whispered in my ear as I pissed, “Nothing is more erotic to me then the sight of a man pissing!”

I smiled a little and tried to continue to pee. She got closer and grabbed hold of my pissing cock. I moaned as my cock grew harder; it was becoming more difficult to piss at this point.

I chuckled.

“No woman has ever said that to me.”

She smiled as she held my cock tight. It made it harder for me to finish, and the stream became a trickle. She dropped to her knees and opened her mouth; taking my cock she directed the flow into her mouth and drank its last drops.

She licked me clean and then re-inserted my cock back into her mouth. She smiled as she felt me tense and then my cock throb as I held back the urge to cum.

Now, after pissing into her mouth, I was about to cum as well.

‘God, what a fucking turn on this is,’ I thought, ‘here we are in the park, in the bushes and this woman is sucking my cock and drinking my piss.’

Looking around to make sure no one was watching I heard her moaning as I shot my load into her mouth, which she drank like my piss. She got up and kissed me on the mouth, which made me taste both my cum and my own piss.

She asked if I’d like to go to her place for a drink.

I smiled and nodded, ” Yes.”

I put my cock back in my shorts and followed her as she led the way to her house. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. I wondered what she tasted like as well.

When we arrived at the house she offered me a drink. Even though I had another drink in mind, we went into the kitchen to get two bottles of water. I followed her and while we walked, I asked her if she lived alone.

She said, ” Yes.” Then she asked about me.

I told her my story and that my children were at their mother’s for a month. We walked back into the living room with two bottles of water.

When we had settled on the couch, I asked if she was in a relationship at the moment.

“No,” she said, “I’m a bit strange to most people and prefer to keep to myself. Occasionally I meet up with men to satisfy my sexual needs, but nothing steady.”

We got along so well and had such a good conversation that it became later and later and after having enough of water, we poured ourselves a drink. It was still a good conversation, but now we went into more intimate details.

Kristin, for that was her name, told me that her independence was not the only reason that she was still single. Her strange sexual desires had more to do with Anadolu Yakası Escort that.

As I remembered the scene from earlier that evening, I jumped at the chance to ask for more details. I probably shouldn’t have but due to the alcohol I did and Kristin told me her story.

“At a young age,” she said, “I discovered the joys of masturbation but after a while it lost its zing … then I discovered boys and in the end that too did not give me what I needed. One day on the way home from school I had to wait for the bus for a very long time. I had a very full bladder and when I arrived home, I made it to the bathroom, but when I bent over to pull my panties down, it was too late and I wet myself.

Instead of being embarrassed I got excited. I masturbated through my wet panties making myself cum three times while pee was dripping down my legs. From that moment on I started to experiment and turned every time I had to relieve myself into an erotic pee party. I tried diapers, plastic shorts, panties, my slacks, and a skirt where I’d just lift it and pee no matter where I was, in the bathtub, in the shower, in the forest, anywhere and anytime I could!

I had confided in my best friend, who at that time had told me I was dirty and sick.

That didn’t stop me from doing it though, not even when I grew older. Whenever I had a boyfriend, I’d tell them about my fetish, but none wanted to participate. I then stopped telling and stuck to normal sex with men, keeping the peeing games to myself.”

Looking at me, she said, “So why I’m telling you all this, I don’t know.”

Before she concluded more of her story she looked at me and smiled, adding, “Probably because I sucked on your pissing cock.”

Smiling back I said, “Then what would you like to do to a man, Kristin?”

She blushed, hung her head and spoke softly.

“As long as there’s pissing involved, I’d love to try it! I’d love to be peed on, with a stream of piss directed into my clit. Or I piss on him; we both piss while we are fucking. I’d love to feel the pee run down my legs as I get my ass fucked. My biggest wish is to do it with three men at the same time – in the end they all are pissing on me.”

Putting my hand under her chin I lifted it slowly.

“Although I am just one man, I’d like to try the things you proposed. I really enjoyed the adventure we had and even though I had no experience in that area, it didn’t turn me off and I’d love to do it again.”

I smiled, and then I kissed her on the lips. Excited about my response, Kristin kissed me right back and together we walked to her bathroom.

While Kristin spread out some thick towels to lie down on comfortably, I undressed quickly waiting for her to do the same. When she had finished she started to undress.

‘My God,’ I thought, Pendik Escort ‘she is beautiful.’

Her toned body with firm breasts, her bald pussy, everything! She had shaved off all her cunt hair, because of hygiene, but it was a beautiful cunt to see.

We first took a long shower and made sure to drink lots of water to fill up our bladders even more.

The water and drinks had done their jobs, but we wanted the supply to last. We washed each other and got aroused already.

I looked at Kristin and saw the need in her eyes,

“I’m ready to burst, honey, please lie down,” I told Kristin.

Quickly she lay down on the towels, spreading her legs and opened up her glistening pussy. I grabbed hold of my semi-hard cock and asked her, “What do you want?”

She started to finger fuck and rub her clit vigorously; moaning, she whispered, “I want you to piss on me!”

Concentrating I produced a nice stream of piss and aimed it at her slightly opened cunt. With my piss hitting its mark she moaned loudly. I managed to stop my flow, so I wouldn’t dry out too early, and she continued to rub herself. Then all of a sudden she squirmed and reached her first release. Kristin turned over and got up on her hands and knees.

“Now fuck me in the ass,” she screamed. Although I had never done that before, I instinctively spat into the crack of her ass, lubing her asshole; I did the same for my now hard cock.

With some more spit, I lubed my finger and inserted it into her tight asshole. She let out a yelp so I stopped and waited for her to relax. Then I removed my finger and pushed my hard spit covered cock into her. Slowly but steadily, inch by inch till I was completely in to my balls and they were resting on her ass cheeks.

Kristin must have had more experiences with this than me, because she could take my cock without any sigh or moan from pain. When I had put the length of it in, I reached down and started to rub her clit. Not long after Kristin let out a moan and screamed.

“Keep at it, don’t stop, oh my god – I’m pissing and cumming!”

Soon my hand became wet from a stream of her hot piss, then her release for the second time. What a horny bitch she was!

While I kept on fucking her ass, I licked her piss from my fingers; I wanted to taste her. After a few seconds Kristin fell forward, so my cock popped out of her ass.

“Lie down on your back,” she whispered.

Quickly I lay down on the piss soaked towels and realized I was now lying down in my own piss and hers. I didn’t mind a bit and was eager to see what would happen next.

“Are you ready for it?” asked Kristin, standing over me.

“God yes,” I replied, thinking Kristin would stand over me and piss on my cock. Boy was I wrong. She squatted down, took my cock and shoved it into her hot, Kurtköy Escort wet pussy. She started to ride me hard and soon I realized she was pissing on me at the same time.

“This is so fucking hot!” I moaned to her.

I thought, ‘My god! This feeling is indescribable.’

The wetness of her piss, the heat of her cunt and the pulsating of her cunt muscles made me realize I was about to cum again today.

As I warned her of this, Kristin stuttered back, “I’m cumming again! Yes, yes, oh, oh oh, ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh, yes!”

Several seconds later I felt the cum rushing down my cock and I was emptying into her hot throbbing cunt.

The release of me cumming and the pressure of her sitting on my belly brought my attention to my bladder, which was still relatively full.

Once again I asked Kristin, “What do you want me to do now? I need to piss.”

She clenched her muscles and moaned, “Do it, please.”

I emptied my bladder inside her hot cunt, feeling the pressure inside building until she burst and my own pee flowed back down over me. I saw a look on her face telling me how much this was exciting her.

Then she stood up, smiled and got on her hands and knees, bent down and licked my now limp cock completely clean.

Turning into the sixty nine position, she made sure her pussy was close to my face.

“Are you ready for it?” she asked.

Kristin had no trouble whatsoever relieving herself. The flood of diluted piss hit me right in the face. I shoved over a little, opened my mouth and tasted piss for the first time in my life and loved it. The combination of tasting her piss, the sight of her bald pussy over my face and the warmth of her tongue all over my cock got me hard again.

“Please hold some back,” I begged her.

“Why? Do you want me to piss on your hard on?” she asked.

She smiled and went back to work on my cock with her tongue and hands.

“Oh God, I’m gonna cum again!” I shouted.

Quickly she got up, squatted over my cock and started a hard and steady stream directly onto my cock and balls. Between the heat of her piss and the spur of the moment it sent me over the edge, making me cum for the third time that day, without me or her touching my cock.

I was impressed by the load I had produced. After all, I had cum twice earlier that day. She sat on me in the 69 position again.

“Lick me clean, I’ll do the same,” she said.

I enjoyed the last drops from her cunt. She did the same to me and swallowed my cum load at the same time. I even managed to make her cum one more time that night as well. We then took a shower, cleaned up the bathroom and got dressed.

We enjoyed a cup of coffee, talked some more and made a date for another time. We met several times more indulging in piss games at her apartment. It did not become a true relationship, but we have had some very good times together.

She had opened my eyes to some things I never would have tried and now I don’t shy away from new experiences, I just remember the time in the park, smile… and say what the hell!

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Note: This story is not a part of any other story or continuity that I have written before. Enjoy.

It had been a long time since I had heard from Harmony. She had been the last of my few college girlfriends, the last before I started dating the one who would become my wife. I had noticed Harmony in a couple of my classes junior year. Even though she was a short, little mousy thing, it was hard to miss her thanks to her huge bustline. Even though she never dressed to show off, she had some big tits and there wasn’t much she could do to hide them. I say she didn’t dress to show off, but there was the yellow “periodic table” tee-shirt she wore to a chem lab. That gave all the guys, me included, an excuse to gawk at those huge tits. She didn’t wear that again, so I don’t think she liked the attention.

Turned out she was only trying to get MY attention! I’d later find out that she had intentionally signed up for, or transferred into, as many of the classes I was in as she could. She even took a thermodynamics course that was outside of her chemistry major, just to see me! She was actually stalking me. And it worked. I had been without a girlfriend for a while and I always had a thing for big tits, so it wasn’t very far into the semester that I found myself asking her out. I didn’t know it then, but I could have slept with her the first time I spoke to her. Instead I asked her out to a couple of movies, like a gentleman. But she was sending out all the signals. I just couldn’t believe my luck. Before long I had figured it out and we were fucking like rabbits every chance we could.

After a month or two, I could tell that she was in love with me, whereas I was just in love with fucking her. I was in love with her big tits and the way they moved when she was on top of me or on her hands and knees in front of me. For a girl who was maybe 5′ 1″, she had tits that overfilled a 36DD bra. When released from its confines they hung gloriously down to her navel. They had vertical stretch marks high up on her chest like I had never seen. And her aureole were pale pink, almost invisible, topped with nipples that were wide, but barely protruded. It seemed to me that the volume of her breasts had so stretched the aureole and nipples that they were barely there. Nonetheless, I sucked and licked and bit those things for hours and hours. And she loved to fuck. Maybe because she thought of me as some kind of superstar, she would fuck and come and fuck some more. She only said no to me once, when I asked to use her backdoor. This really irked me. And it got me to thinking that there wasn’t much more for us to do other than repeating what we had already done so many times.

Finally, I told her that I didn’t reciprocate her love. I told her I was really just using her for sex. I told her I didn’t want to see her any more and that she should find someone who cared for her as a person. She cried, but then offered to just be my sex toy. For another week or two, I just called her or went to her room late at night after I was done partying for a quick fuck. She didn’t complain, but I felt like a real shit. Finally, I stopped seeing her and started seeing my future wife. Harmony was crushed. I was her one and only, but she moved on. At our last meeting, she offered to fuck me any time I wanted to cheat on my new girlfriend. Wow.

Flash forward fifteen years. I had been married for nearly ten years. I was happy, if not as sexually satisfied as I wanted to be. Married sex was good, but it was infrequent and unvarying. I had a collection of xxx videotapes and DVDs and took care of my excess sexual needs myself. I was surprised, when out of nowhere I got a call at my office from Harmony. She had not forgotten me even as she got on with her life. She had married and divorced a guy, but not before he had gotten her pregnant. She had a one-year old and they lived not far from where I did with my little family. She begged me to come over. She needed to talk. It had been over a week since I had gotten any action at home. Maybe that’s what tipped the balance. I said I’d come over.

Harmony Anadolu Yakası Escort met me at the door in a blue sweater and grey sweatpants. She hadn’t changed much. She still had baby-fine brown hair that came to her shoulders and she was still unmistakably shapely. She had always had voluptuous hips, a narrow waist and those enormous tits. We shared a tiny, quick, platonic hug and sat down to talk. She updated me on her failed marriage and told me about her baby, who was asleep upstairs. She told me she had never stopped thinking about me and had followed my life through the college alumni news and friends of friends.

I told her I was happy and wasn’t there to cheat on my wife. She told me she was available if I ever changed my mind. She told me she had asked me to come over for another reason. She told me that she breastfed her daughter. I shifted in my seat as my cock throbbed and grew a bit. She said that her daughter had stopped “taking the breast” and would only drink her milk from bottles.

“I make a lot of milk,” she told me, noting my reaction. “A LOT,” she repeated. “I’ve filled dozens of bottles. I’ve filled the fridge and freezer. And my breasts are aching right now as they are so full.”

“So, why don’t you just pump it out and dump it?” I asked.

“I’m so sick of using that pump. It hurts for one thing and it takes forever to empty what I have.” She paused as if she was deciding whether to proceed.

“So I asked you here because I remember how you used to spend hours sucking my breasts. I knew you would enjoy doing it now that I could give you my milk.”

“I told you I wouldn’t fuck you. I’m married now,” I said. I used the word “fuck” to try to put her off.

“I’d love if you’d fuck me. But I need your mouth to suck on my big milk-filled tits.” She used words she knew would get my attention. My cock was straining in my pants now. I was sure she could see. “Please just suck on my tits and relieve the pressure. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do. Please?”

I had been trying to stay focused on her big, blue doe-eyes as she spoke, but now I let my gaze fall to her massive chest fully filling that heavy blue sweater. I could tell she had a bra on, but I was dying to see those tits I had feasted on so many times before.

“I’ll take that as a yes”, she said. She crossed her arms in front of her and grabbed the bottom of the sweater and pulled it up. In one motion, she was sitting before me in just a bra and sweatpants. She tossed the sweater aside. I was gawking at the big white bra, filled to overflowing. Her skin was as pale and smooth as it had been years before. She was watching me looking at her and she could see I was transfixed. Part of me wanted to tell her to stop, but she reached behind herself and undid the clasp of the bra. I saw the smallest smile dance across her full lips as she watched my face. My heart was pounding. My breathing was ragged. My raging hard-on strained to be released.

She shrugged slowly and the bra fell forward a little, then she pulled it away and tossed it on top of her sweater. There they were, displayed for my appreciative gaze. The biggest, sweetest tits I had ever seen. They had changed a lot from my last sight of them. They were much bigger and fuller. They still hung from her chest, but stood out from it too. And her aureole were now a dark coral pink and very distinct from the pale white of her breasts. And at the center of each aureole was a long, thick, erect nipple, that was even darker than the surrounding puckered flesh. I just sat there staring at those tits.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked. Then, not waiting for an answer she said, “Come suck on them for me. Please.”

I moved to her side there on the sofa. She laid back against the cushions. I was mesmerized by the sight. I felt almost unable to move.

“Come on, baby. Suck on these big milk jugs. Taste Mommy’s milk. It’s all for the big baby. Enjoy it all, baby.”

That was it. She had somehow read my mind and chosen just the words Bostancı Escort that set me off. I reached out to cup one huge tit and lift it slightly, bringing the big stiff nipple to my lips. I opened my mouth to encircle it and slowly engulfed its stiffness and began to suckle gently. I cupped the big mound in my hand and hefted it a bit higher and squeezed it. I sucked at the fleshy nub and tasted the sweetness of her milk. My tongue encircled the nipple and again I squeezed and sucked and this time my mouth was flooded with the sweet warm nectar. I repeated the squeezing and suckling as her milk flowed into my hungry mouth. I could hear Harmony moaning as I suckled at her enormous milk-filled tit. She shifted and I moved away from the fountain of sweetness for a moment.

I looked down at her bountiful bosom. From the big, dark nipple of right tit I had been sucking hung a big drop of pale white milk. It dropped off and was replaced by another. I was about to move back to suckling there when I saw Harmony cup the huge left breast and offer it up to me. A jet of milk arced from the thick, hard nipple as she did this. I dived down onto the offered bounty and suckled like a starving baby. I sucked hard and she squeezed and worked the milk from the breast forward and it flowed into my mouth. Soon I was on my knees in front of her moving from huge dripping breast to breast, sucking and squeezing and moaning. Harmony was moaning too. I don’t even know how long she had been grinding her pussy mound against my chest as I suckled but I suddenly felt her buck and her whole body spasmed. She was coming hard. I pulled away for a moment to see her face, flushed and glowing. She moaned and I leaned into her. I looked down and tiny needle-like jets of milk were arcing from each nipple. I quickly got back to my work of suckling and drinking Harmony’s milk.

After a few more minutes, I could feel her passion rise again. Harmony shifted sideways on the sofa, laying longways on it now. She worked a hand into the waistband of her sweatpants and began to finger herself. I suckled until the flow of milk began to diminish, but not stop. I pulled back and sat on the coffee table facing her. I unbuckled my pants and pulled down my boxers and began to stroke my aching rock-hard cock. I saw Harmony’s eyes widen and she came almost screaming. Her hips bucked and twisted and she made animal sounds as her orgasm rocked her body. I tugged at her sweats and she pulled them down and off. She turned to face me. We sat two feet apart. Her eyes were locked on my cock, fully erect and dripping pre-cum. My balls were aching to unload. I cupped them and stroked my shaft.

Harmony reached out to touch my cock, but I pushed her hand back toward her pussy. She moved her hips to the edge of the sofa and began to rub her clit. She pulled back on the hood and showed me the glistening little button and then she rubbed down on it and plunged two fingers into her wet pussy. I stared at the show she put on for me and I felt my orgasm building. She pulled her fingers out and they glistened with her wetness. Her pussy was dripping with its juices. I looked up and and her huge milk jugs were both dripping milk down her belly. She cupped one huge tit and raised the nipple to her lips. She sucked it and drank her own milk, her eyes locked to mine. Then she repeated that with the other huge tit.

It was too much for me. My cock exploded in jet after jet of thick, white ropy cum. It shot high and arced onto her thighs. I kept pumping my cock and load after load of cum blasted out. Harmony came again as she saw me shaking from the pleasure. We each slumped back to recover.

Two weeks went by after that. Harmony had told me that she would go back to using the hated pump and remember our night together as she did. My wife had her period and then a cold so I got no relief at home except my daily jerking off to the memory of Harmony’s huge, perfect tits squirting their milk into my mouth. So when she called to invite me over again, I was on my way almost before I hung up the phone.

This time Erenköy Escort there was no preliminary chat. The baby had been put down in her nursery and we went to Harmony’s bed. She wore a sexy nightie that came off quickly. I told her to feed her big baby and she cupped a big tit for me to suck. It dwarfed her hand as she lifted the mass up, offering it to me. I flicked at the big, stiff nipple, teasing her. She stuffed the tit into my mouth and I rewarded her by hungrily suckling and beginning to drain the sweet mother’s milk from the engorged jug. I stripped and laid back and Harmony straddled my stiff cock, cupping the other tit for me. It had begun dripping its sweet contents onto my chest. She licked up her own milk and guided the dark, hard nipple into my mouth. As I enclosed it and began sucking and squeezing it, Harmony lowered her pussy down the length of my stiff, aching cock.

She leaned forward and those two huge fleshy masses hung before my face. I moved from one to the other suckling, licking, biting, and feeding. I cupped them and squeezed them and massaged them and reveled in the tit heaven I was in. I worked the milk in each huge jug toward the nipple and squeezed them to squirt jets of milk all over my face. Harmony licked it off and rode my cock eagerly. I remembered her as a passive lover in college, but she was humping and riding my cock now, twisting and clamping down on it. Her pussy was warm and dripping with its juice. I could feel her building to a climax. And I wasn’t far behind her. As she moved, her big tits would bounce and flop and slap into my face. Whichever breast I was not sucking would drip its warm sweetness onto my chest or my face. I buried my face between them as I felt her pussy begin to spasm and convulse. I bucked my hips and shoved my full length deep into her cunt blasting my cumload inside her. She twisted and ground her pussy on the hardness and I felt her pussy leaking its juices on me. As my climax subsided she told me to relax and not pull out.

Harmony had done this once many years before. She was the only woman who had ever had me stay inside her after I had come. She lay on top of me and I felt her breathing become more regular. It felt good to be with someone who wanted me so much. It was such a sensory overload experience. It touched on every fantasy and every fetish I had ever had. It was amazing. She had become much more sexual over the years. My cock shrunk a little, but not much and it was still buried deep inside her pussy.

Harmony began to whisper in my ear.

“Do you feel my big titties on your chest? They still have so much milk for you. They need a big baby to feed. Please suck on my big nipples and get all of Mommy’s milk. I know you love to see Mommy’s big jugs hanging down and dripping Mommy’s milk in your face. Maybe after you suck out all the milk you can use your big hard cock to fuck Mommy’s tits. Remember how you used to titfuck me? You used to shoot your huge cumwad on my face and on my tits and I’d eat up all your cum like you drink down all my tit milk. Go on. Suck on these big titties, baby.”

Her words had the desired effect. My cock quickly began to stir and stiffen. By the time she had finished, I was pumping my fully hard cock into her cum-filled cunt. I returned to sucking those monster tits and eventually, the milk flow slowed and stopped. Her tits still seemed huge and firm, but they were a little softer and less firm.

Harmony lifted off my impaling cock and moved around to suck it. I ate her sopping wet pussy, tasting both her copious juices and my own cum. I licked her pussy and sucked on her lips and clit. My tongue explored every fold and plunged deep in her cunt. I felt her passion rise again and I sucked her clitoris and flicked it with my vibrating tongue as she exploded into my mouth. I sucked a big mouthful of our combined juices and moved on top to feed it to her. She slurped it down. I shoved a finger in her wet pussy and fed the juices to her again. She moaned around my finger. I straddled her chest and began to titfuck those enormous jugs. I pumped them slowly and then she pushed them together to form a deep cleavage. She urged me on and begged for another load of my cum. I pumped another massive load onto her tits and face and collapsed beside her.

After a long recovery, we made plans for the next time.

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It took quite a while for my wife and I to come to terms with the fact Amy had given herself to my life-long enemies. However we eventually, albeit slowly, settled down and concentrated on looking after our children. We spent many hours revisiting the last few years, reliving the activities we had indulged in and talking out the tremendous and traumatic affect that they had upon us.

Throughout this period, we would take turns to sexually humiliate each other with taunts and jibes, using past events as a weapon to beat each other with. In this time we both had periods of dominance over the other and would use this time to take control of each other, by various means, one being enforced chastity.

Having agreed that this lifestyle had the potential to destroy us, we also acknowledged the terrific importance of our fetish and the huge impact it had on our life together. Our lust for unconventional stimulation and the sordid actions we took to achieve it, were driven by our need for a form of humiliation and shame unknown to many. The sexual disgrace we heaped upon ourselves, was an all consuming obsession and one which we needed so desperately.

Having agreed to a period of reflection, we put a stop to all future adventures until such a time as we could agree on the way forward.

We were soon to be given the opportunity to at least indulge ourselves in one of the gentler of our perversions.

I had been incredibly lucky to be given the use of a cabin as a reward for a job I had done for a customer, a cabin in an exclusive resort frequented by rich people. There was one small snag – the cabin was on a nudist site, or to be more precise, a ‘clothing optional’ area.

I said nothing to Amy about the nature of the retreat, until the point we slowly drove through the camp towards our cabin after checking in. Amy watched silently out of the car window as everything slowly registered in her mind. There were people in various states of undress, from completely naked to fully clothed.

It had become plainly obvious that the clientele on this exclusive site were the rich and privileged of the whole region. The journey from check-in to our cabin, only served to confirm our biggest fear, almost to a person the entire female population were ‘trophy wives’.

I won’t bore you with how we settled in and how we organised the kids and the cabin etc, however the time eventually came when I ordered my wife to undress and having got naked, she was commanded to go out of the front door into the garden area that surrounded our cabin.

It was show time.

It was time to order my wife with her ravaged body and saggy tits out into the midst of beautiful people. She would look appalling in comparison and I couldn’t wait for her humiliation.

Amy’s body had recovered somewhat from the most recent childbirth and she did not have as bad a figure as I am maybe making out. Although she could reasonably be described as chubby/thick/curvy etc. she was no different from many of the women of the world. However, amongst these trophy wives who did nothing but workout or pay surgeons, she stood out like a sore thumb. Amy’s tits however were the one thing that had not recovered their original shape and had remained at her pregnant and post-natal breastfeeding size. Although not enormous in the usual sense, they were big enough to swing and sway with every step, the absence of any rigidity allowing the most erotic and hypnotic bounce. Her areola and nipples still sagged down and pointed more to the floor than forwards nowadays.

Amy continues

I was shaking like a leaf, being made to expose my baby ravaged body to these men who possessed trophy wives, was completely humiliating. In my haste to get to our sun chairs and to partially cover myself, at least from the waist down, I ran the few steps across the garden. I wish that I hadn’t, as my saggy breasts bounced and bucked and swayed on my chest, creating a spectacle for the slyly watching men that I could have lived without. It was as I exposed myself to these strangers that I felt thankful that I had grown my bush again, as it afforded me a slight amount of cover and protection for my naked vagina.

Paul resumes

For a couple of days we relaxed and even Amy began to warm to the fact that men were not too subtly approaching our grassy area, with the sole purpose of looking at her bush and saggy tits. I was astounded just how many men wanted to ogle Amy, given the quality and availability of far superior and more attractive women than her. I was amazed at the attention that Amy received from men who had wives that looked exactly like you would imagine a trophy wife to look, gorgeous in both face and body. These rich and pampered women, who had nothing to do all day but go to the gym and sunbathe etc, looked immaculate. Whether their figures were a result of plastic surgery or not is irrelevant, each day I couldn’t wait to force my wife with her saggy body, her flaws and imperfections, to go out further into the community and be humiliated Bostancı Escort by these ‘Hollywood’ wives.

I went to the clubhouse on the second night, after two days of secretly watching Amy being flirted with and downright ogled.

“Let’s not beat about the bush Carl, I said to my friend, tell me, how come Amy is so popular with all the guys when you have such trophy wives with you.”

“Your wife is a perfect example of ‘Plain-Jane’ ordinary womanhood, it’s that simple. To be brutally honest, most men find the flaws and imperfections in an ‘ordinary’ woman to be both interesting and arousing. If I can talk frankly without causing offence, you have to realise that all the women here are for show, whereas Amy looks real, common and dare I say it — available. Her appearance is purely sexual.”

Although I didn’t like his choice of words, I secretly knew and was quite aroused by, the truth of them.

All this talk of Amy doesn’t take into account the inferiority that I felt myself. These bankers, lawyers and accountants etc. had so many advantages over me, yet I had one ace to play and I didn’t intend to waste another minute.

I summoned Amy from the lounge area into the bedroom.

“Get dressed, your outfit is on the bed.”

Amy was dumbstruck.

There on the bed, awaiting her attention, was the brand new chastity belt I had secretly bought, and now demanded she put on.

“For God’s sake Paul, I can’t wear that here, everyone will see!” she complained.

That was the idea.

I had been surfing internet sites for clips and pictures of women in the chastity section and had come across a seemingly innocuous photograph of a woman on the beach. This woman was playing with a bat and ball and was wearing a bikini, yet underneath that bikini was her chastity belt, in full view for all to see. That simple picture had been the basis for this whole vacation and how I planned to spend it.

Amy continues

Even though I had not given up my shameful flashing and still loved to let men see my body in its saggy and embarrassing condition, the presence of a chastity belt had become a secret between Paul and I. Now however, as I stood before the mirror, naked except for the wonderful symbol of chastity imprisoning my sex, I felt elevated to new level of eroticism. I felt like a common tart whose husband found it necessary to keep her from other men’s cocks by way of a physical barrier and all who saw me would know it.

My new belt was different to the last one, as my first experience had been in a rather cumbersome leather lined chrome belt. This new, more discrete prison, did not have the broad straps of the old one, it was minimalist. The waistband was a small thin belt which fit around my middle and was not even the size of a garter belt. The two straps which ran down were just pieces of delicate chain which met together between my legs. The two chains each fastened to the flared metal piece which covered my pussy mound but allowed my bush to be wonderfully evident beneath. I couldn’t wear a small sexy bikini or thong with the belt as it would have looked too blatant, so I wore the bigger, fuller ‘normal’ bikini bottoms. This did not make the chastity belt so obvious as to be crude, however, anyone who saw me dressed like this, would be left in no doubt whatsoever of what I was wearing beneath. The smooth bulge that covered my pudenda was clear and obvious beneath the thin white material. I was dying with embarrassment but somehow managed to act and conduct myself throughout, as though absolutely nothing was amiss.

I felt the familiar tingle between my legs as I considered my reflection, I hoped my unsuspecting audience would find me as cheap, tacky and trashy as I felt.

I was everything the other women were not.

The impact amongst the male population was like a red rag to a bull. They probably had no inclination to fuck the common slut in number 47 but once they were confronted with such an obvious sign of unavailability, it succeeded in doing nothing but stir the egos. How could an arrogant powerful man, who had whatever he wanted, be denied by this common little tart in a chastity belt? It was the ultimate challenge to not just their virility, their charm, or their attractiveness to women but to their boastful power and arrogance.

Paul continues

We decided Amy would not to go the supermarket naked, or with her belt in full view, instead my wife would shop topless, wearing a see through wrap-around her waist. This semi-transparent view of her chastity belt (or on days it was removed – the black triangle between her legs,) was just barely visible, providing the teasing type of nudity rather than outright nakedness. This tease enticed and seduced these men into competing to get near her and to have the best view of her.

Amy readied herself to go out and get a few things we needed for dinner.

The vision of her freshly pumped nipples was crude yet erotic and the semi-transparent sarong covering her lower half, Kadıköy Escort exposed just the merest glimpse of her bush. This covering of her womanhood was tantalising to the watching men, being just able to make out the tell-tale black triangle was sexy and inadvertently we had created a ‘mysterious’ aura around my wife.

Amy had been seen by many men imprisoned in her belt, which had made her look alluringly out of reach. Now when men saw her unchained and her pussy vulnerable and exposed, it caused many a semi erection in these competing predators. Men who were far superior to her, now lusted for the common tart’ that was my wife.

Amy resumes

The previous day, I had found being in the shop totally naked except for the gossamer thin sarong, a heart stopping experience which left my face beetroot red the whole time I had been there. On the following day, I again covered myself with a wrap, I felt equally as embarrassed being in a supermarket with my breasts exposed but when I bumped into a group of four men shopping for beer for their BBQ, my mind threatened to meltdown. Paul had made me pump my nipples prior to going out and now as I stood in front of these men, who had such beautiful wives, I felt incredibly inferior.

The heaviness of my laden breasts caused my huge nipples and areola to sag downwards and my exposed tits swayed, bounced and jiggled with every step, in a humiliating but incredibly erotic walk around the supermarket. My embarrassment caused my nipples to firstly tingle with the thrill, and then betray me as they filled with blood, further engorging as they swung backwards and forwards as I reached for items on shelves. It was so erotic and embarrassing to have such a flawed body that it turned me on. As I turned the corner of the aisle, taking me out of view of the four men, I approached the open top freezer. In what I can only describe as an aberration, I reached for two packets of frozen peas and furtively looking around to check I was not being watched, I hurriedly clasped both freezing bags to my tortured and excitedly throbbing nipples.

By the time the men rounded the corner again my saggy and unattractive (or so I believed) tits were in a condition that I found completely and utterly humiliating. I heard gasps from the men and out of the corner of my eye I watched as they all stood to admire me. They even stopped me and kept me in conversation so that they could look at me close up for as long as they wanted.

I was excited, yet my nipples were warming and losing their obscene swelling. I made my excuses and waited until they had again rounded the corner, before rushing back to the freezer compartment and re-icing my bare areola to their former glory, frantically and hurriedly pulling and twisting my nipples as harshly as I could stand.

Once again my tortured and abused nipples were the centre of attention as I again passed the men. If the state of my engorged, elongated and rock hard erections were not enough embarrassment to bear, then the fact that these men knew what I was doing was totally humiliating. They knew I was parading myself for them, they knew that I was twisting and pulling at my areola and milky breasts every time I disappeared from view, I was making a complete fool of myself like a pathetic woman, not seeking approval but seeking derision.

On reaching an isolated corner they paused, causing me to stop also. Surrounding me they became sniggering and arrogant, they thought me a cheap and common trollop, which only succeeded in playing to my fantasies. I wanted to be a scared and inferior underling and not a confidant mature mother.

Trembling, not with fear but slutty arousal, I could see myself in the reflection of a glass display cabinet. I had succeeded in making myself a cheap, classless, crude and vulgar slut and the emotions running through the common slag in the reflection, were humiliating to say the least.

The man who appeared to be the ‘alpha male’ reached for my throbbing excited nipple and took it between thumb and forefinger.

“Nice saggy tits babe, you like men looking at you don’t you,” he said sneeringly.

As he began pulling and tugging, twisting and squeezing my already tender and ultra-responsive hard nipples, I gasped and groaned aloud.

“Please don’t,” I whimpered, in as pathetic a voice as I could realistically use without risking putting them off abusing me and spoiling my desire for them to look down on me.

As the milk began to slowly drip, drip, drip, from my stimulated areola and engorged buds again, I cried,

“Please don’t.”

A second man stepped forward and slowly opened the front of my sarong, baring my most private part to their gaze. He surprised me by gently and softly cupping the swell of my vagina. I gasped and whispered another pitiful and unconvincing moan of,

“Oh please don’t, please Sir don’t.”

My tormentors thought my pathetic pleadings were generated by fear but my submissive attitude was a deliberate act, designed to arouse Göztepe Escort myself into an excited and shameful humiliation. My molester was not crude, he fingered and toyed with my pubes, lightly pulling the hair a few times before gently running his fingers over the swell and the cleft of my outer lips, which made me unconsciously open my stance to allow him access (this action was not lost on my abusers, as glances and smirks of understanding passed between them). My disgraceful action enabled him to locate my swollen inner labia and my overheating clitoris. He slid a finger into my saturated softness and we all heard the squelch of arousal.

Another pitiful and unconvincing moan of,

“Oh please don’t.”

This was met with an attitude that was contemptuous and dismissive, these men were used to doing as they pleased.

I was in a supermarket for god’s sake and a complete stranger was squeezing my tits and causing them to ooze their sweet load, whilst another had a finger deep inside my wet pussy.

What the hell was becoming of me?

The spell was suddenly and frustratingly broken by the noise of another group in the adjoining aisle. The men left me nonchalantly, politely and courteously but not before the man who had explored my intimate soft flesh, had put his finger in my mouth.

I tasted like a bitch in heat.

In all this potential sexual tension, I suppose it was inevitable that it would come to a head and find its release. However the way things worked out were not the way either I or Paul expected. We had discussed the fantasy (or hopefully very real) scenario of being used by these men. We even discussed how I could pretend to be so drunk or drugged that they could do whatever they wanted to me and Paul was so wasted that he was out cold, whilst watching through barely open eyelids.

This was not to be.

Nothing had materialised for the rest of the week, the fantasy remained exactly that, except for bouts of exhibitionism the last days were relatively uneventful. On the day to check out, our car was packed to the rafters with our stuff and it was decided that I would be given a lift back by one of the couples we had become friendly with. At the caravan park, Paul had left an hour before with the kids and I was packing up ready to follow when one of the men from the supermarket incident approached me. Cutting a long story short, he hit on me and the only way I could keep him at bay was to allow him to kiss and fondle me a little.

What I didn’t plan for, was Paul’s father being called out to fix a plumbing problem on the park, who whilst moving around trying to source the problem, saw us in a compromising position.

When we relocated to get away from everyone who knew our secret, we had not deliberately moved nearer to Paul’s home town but the coincidence of returning there came into play.

When the pest had been scared away by John my father-in-law, I sat and talked to him, explaining that what he saw was embarrassing and,

“Please don’t tell Paul”.

I could have explained what the real situation actually was, but it suited me better for John to believe that I was here alone with this man, whilst Paul and the children were at home.

My reason?

I instantly decided that a long held fantasy I had, one which had been secretly with me since I first conceived to a stranger, was suddenly a real possibility. I wanted the final humiliation for Paul, to be me being bred by his father.

In this instance it was actually unfortunate that Paul’s father was a decent, honest and honourable man and it was clear from the outset that he had no desire to ‘rat-me-out’ or to cause problems between Paul and I. I begged him not to tell, and hinted at the hold he had over me and the advantage he could put it to.

I attempted to corrupt him, however he constantly assured me that as far as he was concerned the matter was closed.

I desperately needed him to be convinced to take advantage of me, although there was no way that the kiss he had witnessed was worthy of blackmail, every time I saw him (which was deliberately often after the incident) I constantly hinted and sowed the seeds in his mind that ‘I would do anything’ as long as he didn’t tell my husband.

John was showing signs of catching on to the situation but not quick enough for my needs. I eventually I decided to take matters into my own hands and invited John to come to my house to ‘keep me company’ whilst Paul and the kids were away one night.

On the evening in question, I had prepared myself for the aberration that I was about to perform. Paul and I had agreed that I was not to take any form of birth control anymore, therefore with my husband being impotent, fidelity would become my birth control. Knowing that I was fertile and receptive, my womb ready to be impregnated, only added to the intense sexual anxiety as I sat nervously waiting for Pa to turn up (to further emphasise the depravity of what I was doing, I decided to refer from now on to John as Pa, it made my actions even more reprehensible and therefore wildly exciting). When the doorbell rang I nearly jumped out of my skin and with shaking hands I opened the door to be confronted with not just Pa but Paul’s brothers Andy and Gary.

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This is a tough story to write because I am not sure when mother’s milk went from being just enjoyable to drink to becoming a fetish for me.

I guess the beginning is the best place to start, so let me go from there.

My mom didn’t nurse me and I never knew what it tasted like until I was a teenager.

When I was eighteen, friends of mine, Tom and Bonnie, got married and they were young, in their early twenties. They were expecting their first child in a couple of months.

I used to visit them quite often to help them get the room ready for the baby.

One night, after I did some work, the wife, Bonnie asked me to stay for dinner, which I accepted.

We ate and chatted and it was then that I mentioned that their baby would be lucky that it was going to enjoy mother’s milk.

I told them that I never experienced tasting such a delicacy.

Bonnie then said that, because of reasons that she did not want to get into, she would not be nursing.

I told her I was sorry but what was she going to do about emptying her milk. She said there were ways but she did not like any of them.

For whatever reason, I got the nerve to tell them that I would not mind emptying the milk from her.

Both of them looked at each other in surprise. She then asked her husband, Tom what he thought.

Tom looked at me and asked if I was serious. I told Şerifali Escort him I was but that would be up to them. Tom said they would think about it and let me know.

A week went by and I did not hear from them so I figured I overstepped the line and they were pissed at me.

Then, one day, Tom called and asked me to come over.

I figured they were going to tell me I was crazy and that would be the end of it.

When I got there, Tom met me and I asked where Bonnie was, as she is usually nearby. Tom said she was getting ready in the bedroom.

I asked him if she was going out. He said no; that she is getting ready for me.

I looked at him strangely. He said they discussed all the options and they decided the best way for Bonnie to get rid of her milk was by me sucking her dry.

He said they then decided to take me up on my offer to milk Bonnie and she was going to try it tonight to see how it goes.

I told him I would try my best to empty her.

He then said he would be in the room watching, which was fine with me.

Tom led me to the bedroom and I saw Bonnie removing her top to release her swollen tits.

Bonnie asked me to join her on the bed. She had towels there for any overflow.

I laid down beside her and she lifted her tit to my mouth. I instinctively started to suck her nipple.

It did not İstanbul Escort take long before her milk was flowing. I just laid there and sucked her nipple, draining the milk from her tit.

I saw Tom looking and he just nodded that it was going well and then left.

When I finished with one tit, I started on the other one, drawing her nipple into my mouth and sucking it.

It did not take me long to empty both her tits, which had some milk oozing out and onto me.

Bonnie apologized but I told her it was ok and we laughed.

Bonnie put her top back on and we went into the kitchen where Tom was.

I asked them what was next and if they wanted me to come over daily to empty Bonnie’s tits.

They looked at each other and then Bonnie said that would be fine.

We made arrangement for me to come over at a certain time to milk her.

This arrangement went on for quite awhile and it satisfied Bonnie and myself.

At one point in time as I don’t remember exactly when, I asked Bonnie if I could jerk off as I drank her milk.

She said she understood and it would be fine.

So, from then on, whenever I went to milk Bonnie, I would start sucking on her nipple and then release my cock. and jerk off as I drank from her tits.

Although she never said anything, I know she looked at my big, hard cock and watched me shoot Ümraniye Escort my load.

After the baby was born, I still went over to suck her dry. This went on for a couple of more months.

One day, Bonnie said that it would no longer be necessary for me to come by as her milk production was slowing down.

I felt like I was hit by a bomb.

I told her I would still like to come over until she was completely dry. She said that she would talk to Tom and let me know.

Tom called me and asked me to stop by.

When I walked in, Bonnie was completely naked.

I asked her why she was naked and she just said that since I was so helpful in milking her, she was going to milk me.

She called me over to the bed and pulled me down and started to undress me.

Soon, she unleashed my cock from its confine and started to suck my cock.

It did not take long for me to cum in her mouth, as she swallowed every drop.

I asked her why she did this and she explained that since I did her a favor, she would do one for me. She also said that Tom was ok with her milking me and that she would like to continue doing it.

I told her that I would like that very much.

Then, she said one other thing.

Bonnie said that she knew of several expectant and new moms who would enjoy being milked. Bonnie then said she already spoke to them and they wanted my services.

She also said that they would enjoy milking me as well.

I didn’t know what to say, except thank you for making my dream come true.

It was at that time I knew milking was my fetish, one that I would certainly enjoy.

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Of all of the stories that I have written this is the most true piece that I have as an author have ever gotten to write. For all of you that know me; if you are the least bit squeamish, put down the book, and stop reading now.

For those that like a bit of freakish action, this one might be for you…

So I have always wanted to drink a girl. Ha, this sounds impossible seeing I am not a cannibal and I refuse to drink blood… no not what I mean! I’m talking about drinking a girl’s piss. So this may be close to it!

I have read countless stories about girls that can do this, but I have yet to come across a guy that has the balls to aim his cock in the right direction while pissing to be able to swallow his own bile.

I didn’t think I could do it though; until tonight of course that is. (and for those of you that still don’t believe me, I wish I could show you my swollen throbbing cock that just beat the shit out of twice in the course of a half hour just thinking about it!)

For those of you that are still with me, and haven’t called me up cursing me out, here goes… The story of how İstanbul Escort I managed this feat!

First of all, you are going to want to get drunk.

In my case, drunk enough to let all of your inhibitions go to the wind. How drunk is that? Well in my case, a half bottle of well whiskey and a shot of Crown Royal should more than do the trick! Also being horny helps… like going to a club and watching more than a fair amount of girls dance so hard that they show you their panties, over and over again. Oh and getting flashed a couple of times doesn’t hurt either.

Once you are drunk, and sporting a healthy erection, wait until closing time and head out to your car. New, old, clean, dirty, it doesn’t matter as long as it’s your car and you haven’t gone out with any of your friends.

Listen, it’s imperative that you are alone if you are shy in any way! Leave the girlfriend, (or boyfriend… but this way might be a little harder for a girl, just in the aspect that your urethra – your piss hole, for the dummies in the crowd- is located inside your vagina) friends, and potential love Anadolu Yakası Escort mates at home! Go out alone and have a good time!

Now that you are leaving, find a container in your car (a glass jar, sports bottle, etc.) and make sure it is close by. Also you might want to make sure your pants are undone and your cock is hanging out as you drive… (or ladies, hike up the skirt and lose the panties!!) Once away from all riff-raff, (police, spectators, etc.) let her rip.

~Being drunk, you might under estimate the space in the container, (as I did, but that’s ok, dump half out, hold your bladder as best as you can, and when you are ready, continue in a similar fashion as you began.

When you are fully finished, now it’s time to tuck yourself back into your pants men, and pull the skirt down ladies and here comes the test.

At first, I was kind of scared. I was holding a warm glass of my own piss in my hand and I was feeling some sort of way about the whole scenario. The more I thought about it, the more scared I got! The smell of a drunkard’s piss is very faint, so I Üsküdar Escort couldn’t chicken out on the smell alone. So I had to keep drumming up excuses. Sooner than later, I just gave up… here goes…Bring the glass, (in my case) or what ever container, up to your lips and drink away.

~

The first taste caught me off guard. Salty? A little… bitter? A little… but the erection that was about to burst from my pants was all the incentive that I needed to keep on!

In this particular case I couldn’t chug the contents, or even finish the container, but I came twice well after the fact, and I have a sore cock because I beat off so hard after I got home just thinking about what I did!!!

I would love to have a girl sit on my face now and just let her bladder go all over my mouth and down my throat! I of course don’t know how I will feel about this ordeal sober, but I know right now, I am pretty proud of me! I finally did it!

(oh, Ps. Just in case, make sure you have a drink in the car to wash the possibility of really bitter piss away so you don’t end up throwing up all over your car… but in the right circumstances… like drunkenness, you should be fine!)

This time it was urine, next time will it be more?

…I hear cum tastes pretty good ladies…

Laugh out Loud; because that’s the only way you can get over certain things!

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Copyright Oggbashan December 2008

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

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The following are 15 fifty-word stories with festive wrapping fetish themes. Each title isn’t counted.

Chloe and I like wrapping as a fetish. Christmas is just another excuse for sexual games, not that we actually need any excuse. We had been prowling the shops looking for items that could be useful. The following fifteen stories are a sample of our activities.

01 Christmas Stocking
I had bought a Christmas stocking intended to hang at the end of a bed.

Apart from being large and bright red, it looked just like a normal stocking.

I pulled it down over Chloe’s head and knotted it beyond her toes.

She squealed loudly as I tickled her mercilessly.

02 Turnabout
Chloe complained about the stocking. She insisted I try being in it.

Once she had tied the end she teased me with her bare breasts and warm pussy.

She straddled me with her body and rubbed herself against my impatient erection.

She kept going for hours.

I couldn’t hold on.

03 Silken Embrace
Chloe wrapped me in Bostancı Escort a silk sari, tying me tightly with long scarves.

She had left only my lips and erection unconfined by imprisoning silk.

She used her lips against mine, first mouth to mouth and then sixty-nine.

Was it her silky softness or the sari’s that finished me off?

04 Stuffing
Chloe’s limbs are flexible.

I took her silk scarves to tie her wrists and ankles to the same end of the bed exposing her naked pussy for my unfettered enjoyment.

She squealed as my tongue played.

She squeaked as I stuffed her turkey-trussed body.

Stuffing Chloe is better than turkey.

05 Wriggle
Chloe bought some Christmas pantyhose as large as the stocking.

We each crawled into a leg head first.

That was a mistake. Through the clinging nylon mesh we couldn’t do anything to each other.

We could play footsie. That was it.

Wriggling and jiggling to get out was more enjoyable.

06 Tight
We wriggled back into the legs of the pantyhose feet first.

As we went in our hands caressed each other.

With the waistband tied above us, we kissed and kissed.

Chloe slithered out of her leg and into mine.

In a tight nylon embrace we coupled, but couldn’t uncouple.

Bliss.

07 Cracker
I made Chloe into Ümraniye Escort a Christmas cracker.

I loosely tied ankles and wrists, her arms above her head.

I rolled her over winding the sari tightly.

I covered her in crepe paper with cords at each end.

She struggled helplessly before pulling her ends free – a cracker just for me.

08 Bag Pudding
Chloe tied my wrists to ankles before pulling her large white petticoat bag down over me.

I shook my head to breathe through the layers of Chloe-scented net.

Chloe tightened the drawstring sealing me inside.

“You’re a steamed Christmas pudding,” she said.

I may be steaming but I’m securely bagged.

09 Shrinkwrapped
I tied Chloe’s wrists and ankles with several turns of plastic kitchen wrap.

I garnished her breasts with mistletoe berries.

I began to wind layers of translucent plastic kitchen wrap slowly around her naked body.

A cool hairdryer tightened her new sheath inexorably.

My helpless plastic doll gives great head.

10 Sprouts
Chloe is preparing sprouts, leaning against the kitchen sink.

Inside her red satin Christmas skirt my head is pushed hard against her pussy.

If my attentions aren’t effective enough she’ll lean harder.

Preparing sprouts seems to take longer every year.

Perhaps Kartal Escort that’s why she has tied me to her legs.

11 Santa Suit
Our Santa Claus suit is too large for me.

I could pad my stomach with a pillow but Chloe had a better idea.

She’s with me inside my red baggy trousers, head against my naked chest, impaled on me, and bouncing on my boots.

Santa’s coming up her hot chimney.

12 Christmas Fairy
Chloe makes a great Christmas fairy.

She has a silver dress over her large net petticoat, a silver wand with a star on the end and a tiara.

I have to be her Christmas tree.

She’s wrapped me in green silk, tightly bound, and stuffed my head inside her skirt.

13 Sausage Roll
Chloe wrapped our naked bodies together with the sari and green silk. She tied us in with the scarves.

Then she slid her arms down inside.

She’s made us into a sausage roll. She’s rolled on top, her breasts squashed against my chest.

I know where my sausage is going.

14 Oven-ready
Chloe is cooking Christmas dinner.

She has tied me in the stocking, wrapped me in the sari, gagged me with a scarf, pushed me into the pantyhose and covered me with taped kitchen foil.

“You’re oven-ready,” she said. “The meal isn’t.”

I hope she releases me before her parents arrive…

15 After Christmas
While waiting for Chloe to free me I think of revenge.

After Christmas I’ll tie her with tinsel, cover her with Christmas paper, stuff her in the red Christmas stocking, wrap her with a bin bag and put her out with the rubbish.

I won’t. We enjoy too much together.

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* Although each story is complete on its own, it is suggested to read the entire series to get the full picture, as it is after all broken up into chapters. This chapter starts off where chapter 15 ended.*

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Steph stared at Brenda and Steve as they walked out of the restaurant. Quickly she got up to follow, smoothening her skirt as she did so. As she took the first step, she realised that the sausage was still buried deep in her ass as the bread roll was in her pussy. Clenching her anus to keep the sausage from slipping out, she quickly walked out the door and followed Brenda into the waiting car — a different one that Dave had driven.

Brenda sat in the back with Stephanie as David began to drive. Brenda leaned in to caress Stephanie’s face.

“I’d almost forgotten what a pretty little thing you are,” Brenda cooed, almost mockingly. “not to mention what a slut you are!”

“Did you see the look on that waitresses face?” Dave asked laughingly.

“I almost gave her the panties as a remembrance.” Brenda said as both she and Dave broke out in laughter.

Steph’s face burned with embarrassment but in addition to that, she felt a tingling in her body at the depravity of what had just transpired in the restaurant. She had just sex under that table and had been treated like the slut that she was.

“So! Tell me more about what this little slut has been up to.” Brenda urged David. He proceeded to fill in Brenda on all the details that Stephanie had told him on the way to the restaurant.

Stephanie closed her eyes as she tried to block out the conversation between Dave and Brenda about her lurid activities. He used far coarser language than she had done when she told him the story and as she heard it told, she realised what a slut she really was. By the time he had finished relating her exploits, they were back at the motel.

“A bit of a dive isn’t it, this place?” Brenda commented.

“Not what you are used to darling, but good enough for the purpose.” Dave laughed.

He parked the car and got out together with Brenda and Stephanie. He went to the back of the trunk and took out a small suitcase. Together, the three of them walked up to the motel room. As they entered, Stephanie noticed that the porn movie was still playing on the TV. The room had a musty yet sexy odour.

“This room reeks of sex.” Brenda stated. “But then again, reek may be the wrong word coz it certainly isn’t unpleasant!” She laughed at her own joke.

Stephanie stood by, a little unsure of what she should do. She didn’t have to wonder for much longer as Brenda pushed her toward the bed.

“Take your clothes off” she said softly.

Stephanie pulled her top off her, exposing her bra and then reached behind herself to unclasp the bra and remove it. Her tits hung freely and her already hard nipples seemed to perk up even more as the cold air hit her breasts.

She moved her hands to the side and unzipped her skirt, letting it drop and then slowly stepping out of them. She was naked now and she let her hands drop to her side, not even attempting to cover her modesty.

Brenda looked her over, as if inspecting her. “Seems like you’ve put on a little weight, Sis.” Brenda smiled as she grabbed a little of the flesh hanging of her hips. “You must be a little hungry by now I bet.”

Brenda’s hand moved down toward Stephanie’s thighs. Her hands reached between her thighs and edged them apart. Slowly her fingers moved upward until they reached the damp curlings of Steph’s muff. Steph sighed softly as Brenda’s fingers reached up to spread her cunt lips open. Her fingers reached in and got hold of the bread roll that had, by now, worked right up into the depths of Steph’s snatch. Brenda’s fingers got hold of the roll and began working it out. The bread roll was no longer hard but at the same time not soft enough yet to break up.

Steph closed her eyes and groaned as the bread roll stretched her vulva and popped out. She felt the roll being pressed to her mouth and she opened her eyes to see the bread roll coated with her juices being offered to her. She felt a rush of excitement as she saw that Brenda leaned forward to take a bite of the roll herself.

“Nice Dip.” Brenda laughed as she chewed on the roll. “Now you finish it.” She pressed the roll harder against Steph’s mouth and Steph opened her mouth tentatively. The roll was pushed in and she took a bite. She let the roll soften a little in her mouth and she chewed slowly as she started to taste a combination of her secretions and Dave’s cum on the roll. Her pussy twinged at the kinkiness of what she was doing and she quickly devoured the rest of the roll as she realised that she was indeed rather hungry.

Brenda’s hands moved downward again. One hand cupped Steph’s Anadolu Yakası Escort pussy. She squeezed it lightly before her other hand back toward her ass. She spread her ass cheeks while at the same time pushing her thigh between Steph’s legs to force them further apart.

“Now the sausage. Squeeze it out gently.” Brenda commanded. Stephanie had almost forgotten about the sausage in her ass but as soon as Brenda mentioned it, her body seemed to remember and focus on it.

“C-can I squat down?” Steph whimpered softly. “Please… it’s easier that way.”

Brenda slapped Stephanie’s breast and the sound rang out in the room. “Just do as I say.”

Stephanie looked down at her reddening breast and without another complaint, began to contract her anal muscles. She could feel the sausage starting to work itself out and she took a deep breath and tensed her muscles again. She was glad that the sausage wasn’t too thick or long. With another push, she felt her anus start to expand and the sausage plopped out of her.

She quickly looked down and was relieved that the only thing that she had pooped out was the sausage. It was very clean too and she was thankful that she had vacated her bowels nicely that morning. She began to worry a little as Brenda reached down with a tissue paper to pick up the sausage. Her body tensed in fear as she wondered if Brenda would force her to eat the sausage as well.

Brenda looked at Steph, noticing the tension in her body. Steph’s eyes followed Bredna as she walked over to the bathroom and disappeared inside. She heard some rustling sounds in the bathroom and then the sound of the tap running. Brenda took her time in the bathroom before she came back out. As she walked back into the room, she started unbuttoning her blouse. Steph swallowed hard as Brenda’s luscious breasts came into view. They were so much larger than her own and the bra had no sign of padding on it at all. Just sheer lace. The skirt came off next and Steph noticed that there was nothing on underneath the skirt. Steph found herself unconsciously licking her lips.

Steph stared at Brenda with a mixture of envy and lust. Envious that she was so much better looking and obviously much better endowed and lust that this gorgeous woman wanted to use her as her own plaything. Brenda walked toward Stephanie and slid her hands under Steph’s armpits. She squeezed gently as she pulled Stephanie toward her, crushing her breasts onto hers. Brenda pushed her backward and onto the bead. She pushed Stephanie’s knees apart and then turned to face Dave. He gave her Stephanie’s pair of panties and Brenda took a good whiff out of them.

“You still smell delightful.” She said softly. “I’d like to suck that juicy pussy but I’ve got other plans at the moment.”

She took the panties and slipped Steph’s head into them. She adjusted the cloth over her eyes so that her eyesight was restricted. Turning back to Dave, she smiled at him and nodded as she began to slowly lick Stephanie’s nipples. Steph sighed aloud as the wet tongue flicked across her taught bud. She could smell herself on the panties around her head and the heady aroma of her own pussy was tantalising her nostrils. She couldn’t see very well with the panties around her head and all she could make out was movement around her. She saw the shadow of Dave disappear rummaging about and then disapper before he appear again — nothing but a shadow.

She felt Dave reach out and pull her wrist to the side where it was tied. He walked around to the other side of the bed and tied her other arm as well. She could move her arms up and down and side to side a little bit but she her movements were restricted. She felt a movement at her legs again and she lifted her head, trying to see out of the panties. She felt a large, bulb, like a penis, pressing against her pussy.

Brenda lifted her legs further apart as she slowly pushed the strap-on into Steph’s pussy. The strap-on was huge. Bigger than Dave’s cock and jet black in colour.

“Unnnhh….” Stephanie moaned as the huge phallus pressed against her vulva, trying to force its way in. “It’s too big….please… its too big.”

Brenda smirked at Steph’s pleading and with a quick thrust of her hips, sent the bulbous head of the strap-on pulsing into Stephanie’s gash.

“AAaaahhhhgggghhh!!!” Steph screamed out as the large phallus penetrated her and stretched her pussy wider than it had even been stretched. Only the head had entered her but she could feel the girth stretching her. Brenda kept still for a moment and then slowly pulled out a bit and pushed again, entering deeper into Stephanie.

“No… Please! Please! It’s too big!” Stephanie cried out. “It hurts… oh God please…. It’s tearing me apart…. Plllleeeeasssse!”

Brenda Avrupa Yakası Escort pushed, slowly getting deeper and deeper until half the strap-on was buried inside her sister in law. Stephanie kept crying out in protest.

“Shut the fuck up bitch!” Brenda said, not without a hint of nastiness in her voice. “Or maybe I should stuff your panties in your mouth so I cant hear your whining.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” Dave said as he walked to the side of the bed and pulled out his cock. Stephanie felt the panties around her face being moved slightly and then Dave’s cock was on her lips.

“Suck it bitch. Get me nice and hard again.” Dave said.

Steph stuck out her tongue to taste Dave’s manhood. She could taste the remnants of herself on his cock from when he had fucked her under the table. The thought of that lurid act sent fires raising within her. She lifted her head to take his cock into her mouth. She put her full concentration on his cock, trying to ignore the aching pain in her stretched pussy. She slurped on his fat cockmeat, feeling him grow within her mouth. She started to move her hands to cup Dave’s balls but realised that she was tied down. How she wished she had the use of her hands to toy with his balls and pull on his meat. The more she sucked, the less pain she felt in her pussy. In fact, she was almost beginning to feel pleasure. She sucked harder on Dave’s cock thrilling as it throbbed hotly in her mouth.

Brenda continued to plough into Stephanie’ cunt. As she fucked her, she looked down at the black rubber strap-on and noticed with delight that it was covered with Steph’s white fuck cream. This caused Brenda to fuck into Stephanie even harder. Steph started to moan around Dave’s cock using her tongue to tease the glans. She hollowed out her cheeks and started sucking firmly when she felt him pull out of her mouth with a pop.

“Oh don’t take it out please. Let me suck it!” Steph complained. “I want to suck your cock… Please”

“Looks like she’s stopped complaining about the cock in her pussy then, hasn’t she!” Dave laughed.

He moved again to the bag of tricks and took out a pair of nipple clamps. He attached them gently to Steph’s nipples and she sighed as she felt pressure being applied to her sensitive buds of flesh. Dave slowly tightened the clamps till her nipples bulged out. These clamps had a wire connected to them going back to a control dial. Dave made some settings to it and then pressed the on button.

Immediately a low jolt of electricity flew into both of Steph’s nipples.

“Aaaaahhhh!” She screamed, more in surprise than in pain. Her nipples reacted as they usually did with stimulation, sending a lust current down to her already lusty cunt. 10 seconds later, another jolt poured current into her nipples, this time a stronger burst and for longer.

“OOohhhhh Aaaahhhhhhhhgggg!!!” Steph screamed again as her thighs convulsed in ecstasy. “Ohh Godd…. Oh Goddd…what are you doing to me?!!!”

“Time to muzzle the bitch Dave” Brenda said softly as she started thrusting faster and deeper into Steph’s tunnel. Dave moved to the bed and pulled the panties from her face, giving her a clear view again. She raised her head to look down at the strap-on that was filling her so tightly and she gasped to see the size of it. She turned to see Dave reaching down beside the bed and lifting up a small pail. She wondered what was in it when just then another jolt stiffened her nipples. She opened her mouth to to scream again. Dave reached into the pail and extracted a pair of black lace panties from within. He stuffed them into Steph’s mouth, muffling her scream.

The panties were wet. More than wet, they were soaking. Steph felt some of the liquid from the panties dripping down her throat and from the acrid taste, she knew it was Brenda’s pee.

“Like my pee soaked Panties baby?” Brenda sneered, as if to confirm what Steph was thinking. Steph realised that Brenda had peed on her panties earlier and they were now stuffed in her mouth! A sense of torrid kinkiness pervaded her entire being and she started to fuck back at Brenda. Her eyes sparkled up at her Sister-in-law as if to say that she wanted it and couldn’t get enough. Brenda fucked her harder with the rubber schlong. Steph’s body began to tremble in orgasmic bliss and she sucked on the panties in her mouth, drawing out the pee in the fabric. The salty vinegar taste excited her and added to her climax. Her thighs quivered and shook and she would have shouted out in ecstacy if not for her mouth being stuffed.

Brenda slowed down her thrusts as Dave moved behind her to cup her breasts. He softly kissed her neck and then leaned over to look between her legs.

“She’s really sopping İstanbul Escort wet isn’t she?” he remarked as he noticed streams of white cream running down Steph’s thighs. “Why don’t you get on top of her so that I can fuck you.”

Brenda readjusted herself, pushing Steph’s thighs higher and then almost kneeling on her. This way, she had maximum thrust into Steph’s pelvis while at the same time her pussy was available for Dave to fuck her.

Dave stared at Brenda’s wet gash, awaiting his spear of cock meat. He pushed his hard cock slowly into his desirous wife. Brenda gasped as his cock spread her pussy lips apart and drove deep into her. She pushed back at him, getting him deeper into her and that action caused the strap-on to pull out of Stephanie.

As Dave plunged deeper into Brenda, she in turn drove the strap-on into Stephanie and with each withdrawal, Brenda would pull back as well. Dave was now controlling the fucking and it wasn’t long before Brenda settled into a nice rhythm with Dave.

“Your cock always feels so good Dave.” Brenda moaned.

Dave grabbed hold of Brenda’s hips and started to fuck hard into her. Brenda moaned deeply and let her body ride in rhythm with Dave’s fucking. Steph could feel her pussy being penetrated deeply with every thrust of Dave’s cock into Brenda. The swell of an orgasm started building in the pits of her stomach again.

Stephanie’s breath was deep and raspy as each thrust from Dave into Brenda sent the gigantic phallus deep within her.

“Oh God… Oh Goddd…!” Stephanie moaned as her pussy, now fully acclimatised to the size of the big black dong, was responding to the hard fucking. It wasn’t just the feeling in her pussy but the sheer kinkiness of being fucked by Dave through Brenda.

Brenda started to gasp loudly too. The sounds of two pussies being fucked at the same time filled the room along with the sweet aroma of sex. Brenda reached forward to pinch Steph’s nipples, pulling and teasing them hard.

“I’m gonna cum lover,” Brenda moaned loudly. “Keep fucking your meat in my pussy. Oh yessss. Harder!”

“Unnnhh…m..m..me too!” Stephanie cried out. “Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” Dave sped up his thrusts, causing both women to groan louder. He could feel his spunk racing up his balls and he fought to keep it down a little longer. He felt Brenda stiffen and cry out as her pussy clamped down on his cock. Her pussy started to spasm and he himself stiffened as the hot lava rushed up his shaft and started to spurt into his wife’s spasming pussy!

“Oh God! Yesss!! Oh Fuuucccckkkk!!” Brenda cried out as her pussy was filled with hot, molten cum. She thrust hard into Stephanie, triggering the climax of her sister in law.

Stephanie screamed loudly as her own body started shaking as her pussy throbbed and spasmed violently.

Dave slowly pulled his cum spent cock out of Brenda’s pussy. He patted his wife’s ass affectionately. Brenda sighed softly as Dave’s cock withdrew, leaving her pussy empty. Slowly, she pulled the strap-on out of Stephanies pussy. It came out with a popping sound.

Carefully Brenda scooted over Stephanie and placed her cum filled pussy over Stephanie’s mouth as Dave pulled the panties covering her face off. Brenda squatted over her sister in law, forcing her pussy down on to Stephanie’s face.

“Clean me bitch.” Brenda commanded.

Steph’s face was fully covered and practically smothered. She stuck her tongue out and deep into Brenda’s used cunt. Her tongue began to lick and scoop out Dave’s cum that was already leaking into her mouth. She lapped at Brenda’s pussy, hungrily, almost greedily. Brenda sighed and began to tug at Stephanie’s nipples as she ground her pussy harder on to Steph’s face. Brenda leaned forward on her knees, keeping her pussy firmly in Stephanie’s face as she herself buried her own face into Steph’s pussy and started to lick. Steph moaned and spread her legs wider, giving Brenda better access. Both women lapped eagerly at each others cunts, their breath becoming ragged as their bodies responded to the stimulus.

Steph licked furiously at Brenda’s gash as Brenda stuck one finger and then another into Steph’s gaping pussy. She fingerfucked her as she sucked hard on her clit. Steph bucked her hips upward against Brenda’s fingers and tongue as her own tongue swirled deeply into Brenda’s seething cunt.

Dave watched in fascination at the two women busy 69-ing each other. Both of them let out a muffled cry as their bodies tensed and their thighs started to tremble as they both orgasmed simultaneously. Brenda slowly rolled off Steph and turned around, moving up the bed to cuddle Stephanie. Both the women’s mouths were wet with each others juices. They kissed each other softly as Dave joined them on the bed. Steph’s hand moved down to cradle Dave’s cock.

“We’ve got the motel for the rest of the evening.” Brenda smiled as she grabbed Steph’s other hand and placed it between her own legs. “And we’re in town for a couple of weeks too.”

Steph smiled happily as Dave began to nibble on her nipple…

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First of all, I would like to thank my readers to have read the second part over 10,000 times. You guys are great. Secondly, this part was getting pretty long so I decided to cut it and the next part will be coming soon-ish. In this, you will find some female muscle-growth added to the usual expansions. The intro is quite long but you will enjoy it nonetheless I feel.

As always thank you for reading my crazy fetish stories and know that any feedback is more than appreciated.

*****

A few months had passed since our encounter with Laura’s high school bully, Maddie, and the relationship between Laura and me grew splendidly. We had confessed our love to each other and were spending almost every day together, if our uni obligations allowed us to. Even if it might have sounded premature I asked Laura if she wanted to move in and she accepted jumping of joy. We were not only having sex all-day, I promise. Although that was taking much of our time, indeed, we were still going out to watch movies, have a walk in the park etc. The constant in these “outside activities” were the stares we were the objects of.

I had decided to stay at 6’3″ and as wide as a cupboard, since I was enjoying the presence it gave me. However, it was Laura who was receiving the most attention. She was a statuesque 5’9″ tall girl with massive G cup breasts, a small 24-inch waist and a huge and round 44-inch butt. Everybody who had passed puberty couldn’t help but stare at us no matter their gender or sexuality. Horny men were trying to look her up without being seen, in fear of possible retaliation of her huge boyfriend, envious girls didn’t know whether to feel hornier because of me or angrier because of her. It often happened that we would cross some quite good-looking girl, who was trying to rationalise her clearly inferior looks by arguing with herself, “Nobody would want to be with a bimbo like her. I mean those breasts are too big to be comfortable, surely.” Every time I told Laura about their thoughts and every time she enjoyed being the centre of sexual attention and knowing that “her man” was the non-plus-ultra amongst the stronger sex.

Our evenings were usual couple stuff. Sometimes we’d watch a movie sometimes we’d play a game. No not that kind of game. One evening Laura decided she wanted to teach me how to play Magic: the Gathering, since, according to her, “I will have to revoke your nerd card if you don’t even know the basics.” And after some confusion due to the game’s complicated rules we were both having fun, despite of her kicking my metaphorical butt.

After a while I recognised the look she has when she is thinking about something she doesn’t know how to phrase perfectly. “What’s with that concerned look? Scared to lose?” I joked.

She initiated a smile but stayed serious. “No, I was thinking about something. About us.”

“You know you can say me anything, right?”

“I know but this may sound terrible and selfish.”

“Try me!”

“Ok. I would like our relationship to be open. Now, hear me out. I love you and I love spending time with you, but ever since we met and you transformed me I haven’t had the chance of having fun exception being with you. Of course, I know that nobody will ever fuck me like you but I would like the change of scenery. But it’s totally ok if you don’t want to. Just don’t hate me.”

“Hating you for wanting sex? I could never,” I tried to reassure her. “I have never been in an open relationship before, but I don’t see anything against you having your fun. But are you alright with me going about having sex with girls who aren’t you?”

“Well, I find the idea of you utterly destroying other girls super hot. You could sometimes tell me your stories. Also do you really believe you would have more sex than me?”

That was a clear challenge, so I replied, “Remember the last time you challenged me? My dick was 35 feet long after that. You should maybe reconsider your wording.”

She approached me sensually and said, “I would never forget that huge tree trunk, but that was using your abilities. So, I propose. For two months of bragging rights, I challenge you to have sex with more people than me next week.”

“Well that won’t be har-.”

“WITHOUT mind controlling people.”

“Fine,” I agreed. “However, yes you always are the hottest girl in the room, but I mean look at me.” I made a dumb pose, that made her laugh.

“You are right, sweetie. You will certainly be the hottest piece of man any girl will ever have fucked. However, for girls there is a lot between the first eye contact and sex, while I’m pretty sure that a bit of this,” she jiggled her heavy breasts, “will captivate any poor man’s soul.”

“We will see. But until then, let me demonstrate what many lucky girls will be playing with.”

What followed was a steamy session of love making. I picked her up and took her to the bed where I quickly removed her top and marvelled at her tits, “I guess it will be hard for anybody to resist these beauties.” I squeezed Maltepe Escort them and Laura let a silent moan escape her mouth. I began licking and sucking at her nipples, while she stroked my junk threw my trousers.

“Speaking of hard. I think I will never get tired of feeling this monster.”

“I think it’s time for my monster to meet yours.” I cupped her tits, barely holding half of each.

“I agree sweetie, let me take these unnecessary trousers off.” She did as said and pulled my dick out of my pants. “I love you, Rick, because you’re an amazing man, but damn if this giant pussy-destroyer does help your case.” To this my dick jumped up a bit. “You liked it, huh? Well here is a place you will like the most.”

She began titfucking my pole in her usual great way, commenting, “You know what the best thing is, about your boyfriend having a dick that’s more than a foot long? That even though my tits are always the biggest in the room and any man would get lost in them, I get to do this.” And she started giving me a blowjob combined with her titjob. Man. This girl is so sexy and erotic.

After a few minutes of this heavenly treatment I started to twitch indicating that my climax was approaching. “Come on, Rick. Cum on these tits you made. Cover them with your ridiculous load.” Her words brought me over the edge and I indeed flooded her bust with my semen. Laura began cleaning my tip and scooping all the cum from her tits. “I love your cum, sweetie. It’s so manly and there is so much of it. Plus, look at this.” She freed my cock, “After coming buckets you are still hard as a rock. Maybe I know a place where it could eventually get softer.” She lay down on her back and offered me the incredible view of her pussy. “Take what is yours and make me scream in pleasurable agony.”

I put her legs over my shoulders and entered her slowly, beginning with only the tip. “Fuck. Even with my pussy enlarged you always feel so fucking huge. Go on. Fill me up!” I continued my way to her bottom and as I reached it I accelerated the pace. As I started pounding her love cavern her tits began bouncing rhythmically and Laura’s moans got louder and louder, “Oh yes. Fuck me. Fuck me. More. Fuck I love that huge dick of yours. I’m already coming. I-I-I…” Her climax was powerful, but I did not stop nor did I slow down. Laura’s ecstasy was recognisable as thoughts were a confused sense of pleasure and bliss.

I finally started feeling my second load of the day coming up. I grabbed her by the tits, squeezed hard and came inside her filling her to the brim. I then lay next to her for a couple of minutes allowing her to recover a bit. She looked at me and said, “I will never get used to this, you know. I would love it if we kept going at it, but I’m depleted. Sorry that I can’t fully satisfy this today.” She grabbed my, as always, still erect cock. “I will go and wash myself. Do you wanna come?”

“Of course, hon.”

So, we entered the bathroom. She pulled me in by the dick and we stepped into the bath tub. During the last months, I had asked my parents if they could finance a tub upgrade for “reasons”. They immediately understood and accepted. It was very comfortable even for two very large people. While we were waiting for the water to fill the tub, Laura kissed me very softly and gently. I exchanged the gesture gladly and after a couple of minutes where the only sound was the sloshing of the water, Laura said, “Rick. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“I know I may be sometimes a bit too eager when it comes to our sexual life, but I would be in love with you if you were the Hunchback of Notre-Dame.”

“You know I know it. Why all these clarifications?” I asked gently.

“Because I get to have the best sex anyone could imagine and I do not want you to believe that I stick around because you made me attractive or because you make me joy like no one else.”

I held her cheeks, kissed her and replied, “I told you but I will tell you again. To me looks are secondary. They can be fun for sex but nothing more. I was struck ever since you asked to do a good job on that uni project. Plus, you stick around, even if I suck at Magic: The aggregation.”

“Gathering. It’s Magic: The gathering.”

“Same difference,” I said jokingly. “Want to hop into the water?”

She first hugged me tightly and then nodded in agreement.

I entered the tub first, sat down and then Laura leaned against my chest. I massaged her tummy and breasts until she asked me, “I think it’s not too weird to ask this now, but you don’t have to answer.”

“What is it?”

“How many girls have you slept with?”

“How many would you say?”

“Well, I believe all social rules do not apply to you, even if you never forced yourself on anybody with your powers. I would say around fifty would not surprise me.”

“Well I’m flattered you think so highly of me. But no. Not by a long shot.”

“What? More?”

“Nonono. The contrary. You are my ninth. And only second significant Anadolu Yakası Escort girlfriend.”

“Man, you are lame. Even without mind controlling the whole female sex, you could get all the pussy you want and I am only the ninth?” She said grinning. “Although I am kind of stupidly pleased by this, I am eager to know of all the prey you will have next week.”

“Well how many guys have you had?”

“You are my sixth. I have only had sex with previous boyfriends, but as you know those relationships ended quite soon.”

“The male gender has something to be grateful for starting next week.” I kissed her on the neck, while cupping a tit and massaging her nether region. She grabbed the tip of my cock from under her crossed legs and we played with each other for a bit before drying and going to bed hugging one another.

Monday morning came and before starting our day we made the final plans for the competition. “First of all,” Laura started, “Until Sunday evening we will not be allowed to have sex with one another. Only random people we meet.”

“Fine by me.”

“Secondly and most importantly. Could you tighten my pussy to her normal dimensions, since I would like to feel at least something in the next days and I’m sure I won’t find anyone close to this.” She cupped my bulge in my trousers. I laughed a bit at her bluntness and agreed. “Finally, we mustn’t speak about our conquests until Sunday.”

“I agree. Good luck.” And so, we started our week.

Not knowing what Laura’s strategy would be, I decided to look for partners in the most superficial places ever, since I did not have the time to engage in meaningful conversations with any girl but only planned to have sex with them. To find girls being willing to only have one night stands, I selected the best visited clubs in town and decided to visit one every day and flaunt the goods.

It worked pretty well in fact. Out of six nights out I ended up having sex four times with four different girls. I will not tell about them, since compared to what Laura and I do, they were pretty tame. All were understandably surprised by my size, stamina and load (or loads). Since I did not want to share my abilities, to them they “only” had sex with the biggest stud they ever met. But again, nothing worth noting.

Come Sunday evening I was pretty satisfied about my performance and as soon as both Laura and I came home we kissed and she immediately asked, “So? How many pussys have you ruined for other men?”

“Four,” I said almost smugly. Then I noticed the winning grin in Laura’s face and said, “You have beaten me, haven’t you?”

“Yup. By quite a bit in fact. Hee hee.”

“How many men have you slept with?”

“Eight.”

“Eight? How? It’s been six days and a half.”

“Well I have had sex every night and on two of those I have had threesomes.”

“Man, I don’t know whether to be impressed or jealous.”

“Impressed is fine. I think I am owed bragging rights, right? Know what? Let’s make dinner and discuss our conquests over it.”

“I’ll be more than glad.”

While preparing the food we started talking about it. She began, “So, did you like the week of unhinged sexual freedom?”

“Honestly. Not particularly. Not to sound too cheeky but I think I have been spoilt by having sex with you both when we use and abstain from using powers.”

“Aww, that’s surprisingly sweet. But what didn’t you like about it or them, the girls, rather?”

“Three of them were just surprised by me and were at a complete loss. It almost felt like work having to be so careful, since I also did not want to use my powers, except for temporarily enlarging them a bit.”

“Well can you blame them? Do you think I should add more pepper? Anyway, tell me if I say anything wrong but form their perspective their evenings went like this. Let’s say a token girl Jane is your lucky prey. She goes out with her girlfriends just looking to have some fun with them. After a while a total stud half a foot taller than her and twice as wide asks her if she wants to dance, because of course you would ask to dance at a club, and she meekly replies, ‘Y-yes.’ Am I right for now?”

“Almost in every single detail, but go on.”

“Well, you dance and grab and touch one-another and after a while she feels this hard thing on her lower back. She looks at you in shock and possibly asks you if it’s your dick. You fake an embarrassed answer and if she is adventurous she immediately asks you to bring her to her place where she will get the pounding of her life. While, if she is a bit shy she just waits for you to ask and doesn’t even let you finish the question, before pulling you outside of the club to a cab.”

“Jesus Laura. You have described the three to a tee.”

“Well I know how girls think. But only three, huh? What about the fourth?”

“Well she was actually the third chronologically speaking. And yeah, while she was also quite overwhelmed she was spunky, chirpy and adventurous. İstanbul Escort She did not just concede defeat in front of me and lay like a dead salmon.”

“Was she hot?” I looked at her suspiciously. “I don’t want to trap you. I am genuinely interested.”

“Fine. I don’t know if hot is the right word. She was certainly sexy though. Redhead and quite short at 5’3″, small B cups and a nice, tight 36″ butt, which she clearly knew was her best feature. She was clearly stealing the show while dancing on the floor. Also, she approached me and not the other way around, knowing what she wanted. Could you pass me the large wooden spoon?”

“Here. Did she say something?

“Yes. ‘I like big guys and you are the biggest in the room. If you are fun to dance with I will show you a different dance later.'”

“Damn. She really knows her shit. Here, taste.”

“I think it’s ready. Yes, it was quite interesting to say the least. She was also the only one who managed to continue after my first load.”

“Impressive. Let’s sit and I will tell my bits.”

We moved the food, set the table and started eating. Laura interrupted her eating to say, “Before I begin, would you say it has been fun? This week I mean.”

“Yes, but I wouldn’t want to do it regularly. But enough about me. Tell me about your dozens and hundreds of conquests,” I teased her.

“Dickhead. Well I think I should start with the first guy. I went to a bar and was quite nervous, I must admit. I sat at a stool and ordered a drink and instantly a guy came over. I had never been the receiver of dumb half-drunk advances, and while this guy was desperate and I let him down immediately it was quite flattering in a way.”

“Well, I am sure you were the hottest girl in the bar.”

“Not to sound too modest, but yes, by a lot. I think most guys approaching me did it due to a bet with their friends without really hoping to achieve anything. It was fun, surprisingly. Though not something to do regularly. I decided to go home, since in my mind I had made enough steps forward, when next to the exit I heard a charming voice saying, ‘You know you’re the item of desire of all guys there and probably some girls too?’ I immediately understood his game and after looking at him, he was relatively handsome by the way, I decided to play along, ‘Of course I know. I mean, have you looked at this?’ I gestured through my curves jiggling more than was necessary. He then said I was at least funny and conscious of my attributes and he offered to go back in and offered me a drink. We talked about this and that for not too long and then we went to his home- “

“Where he fucked you.”

“Correction. I fucked him. Royally. It’s been a bit of a theme these last days. I have always been the more dominant figure.”

“Weird. Except for when we had Maddie over I never have experienced you as dominating.”

“Because it is impossible with you. And do not misunderstand me. I love you in charge and being at your mercy even if you are always very respectful. But you are more man than all those guys this week combined, so I think subconsciously I thought I will not go down to their level and treat them as I treat you. I think in my mind I belong to you, sexually of course, and everything else is below me. If this makes sense.”

“In a weird and confusing way. Kind of.”

“Well, this was the first evening. Starting Tuesday I didn’t want to waste any time, so I approached guys and said directly I had a bet with my boyfriend regarding who can fuck more and whether they agreed to help me out. All except for one accepted. He said he doesn’t sleep with dumb bimbos. Well his loss.”

“What an asshole. Did you enjoy your week on the whole?”

“Like you, I found it fun but not to repeat any time soon.”

“I’m glad we agree. Now I want to hear some details, at least about the threesomes.”

“Honestly, all men were passable, but not great. You really spoiled me, Rick. There were some interesting bits though. The Wednesday guy had a pretty big dick. I’d say seven and a half to eight inches. He thought he was the biggest alpha male, even saying things like ‘I bet your boyfriend is tiny compared to me.’ I did not reply in fear I would have laughed in his face. Unfortunately, he was a total butt man and as soon as he took me from behind to appreciate my ass, he came instantly. The most fun I had though on Saturday which was the second of the threesomes. I asked this guy whether he wanted to fuck me and he replied whether I would like for his boyfriend to join in.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Yes. They were both bisexual, so I agreed. We arrived at one of the guy’s flat and as soon as they removed their trousers I immediately understood the dynamics of the relationship.”

“How so?”

“Well, one was quite big. A bit larger than Wednesday guy. The other was tiny. Like two inches tiny. And seeing how his boyfriend teased him he clearly was into being humiliated. However, I established that I would have been the main attraction of the evening and not a guy with a mere eight incher. I rode him squishing his face with my tits and he came in a couple of minutes. Meanwhile the tiny guy was as hard as a rock, so I blew him. It was the easiest blowjob in the world, understandably. He also came quickly, but who wouldn’t?”

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Marilyn sat up to face me as I untangled myself from my clothes. Pulling my face towards her, she spattered it with kisses, licking my mouth and neck like a cat, pushing her tongue fatly between my lips and sucking my breath like a Hoover.

Without warning, she slowly rolled away from me, cocking her legs aside in a strawberry flourish. She bent forward to kiss me, giving me a perfect glimpse down her cleavage at her plump and sumptuous breasts.

“Just be a sec, honey, I need to freshen up.”

I lay on my back, my skimpy white briefs sticking out at funny angles, poised for her re-entrance. She loved the drama, tension and excitement of our relationship and planned each occasion very carefully.

Her reappearance startled me slightly, she had changed into a mid blue business suit, vaguely mannish in its cut. She pirouetted round, expressing her delight at my reaction. The waisted jacket pulling her breasts together and the skin-tight skirt pronouncing and defining her hips and bottom perfectly. She looked delicious and I laughed and clapped at her display.

She swaggered forward; grinning with success and slowly fell on top of me, her hips on mine at 90°.

I felt the weight of her pelvis pressing against my belly, she folded her arms and rested her head, sliding her body into position, her tummy squarely on my manhood, she turned and mouthed the words;

“Stroke my bottom, honey, do whatever you want, but stroke my bottom first. I am wearing a nice, fresh pair of knickers for you to munch on.”

I complied without question, smoothing my palms over the rambling hills of her derriere, stroking the profile of her knickers and pressing the heel of my hand along the crease.

“I can feel the bulge of your cock prodding my belly…”

“And I can feel the heat draught of your body; it is sending a warm current between your legs.”

“Spank me…”

This took a moment to register.

“Spank me gently, honey, I know you wouldn’t hurt me, so spank me till I say enough…”

My cock was pulsing like a heat pump as I slowly but purposefully slapped her rump at 2-3 second intervals.

Every slap brought a deeper mewing from her mouth.

“Just a little harder…”

My hand began to tingle and it crossed my mind that if this was me, I would be saying “enough!” I did gain a degree of pleasure, that is undeniable, but more to do with her response than the act of doing it…I slapped her harder, but coupled this between the pauses by stroking deeper and deeper into the crevasse of her rump.

“Your cock feels so hot and hard.”

I curled my hand beneath her and inside her jacket, Ataşehir Escort which by now had become somewhat crumpled, to fondle her breasts as I steadily spanked and stroked. I could feel her nipples tight and stiff inside her bra and twisted her slightly to watch the slow exposition of her body.

Her eyes were almost fully glazed with lust as she began to part her thighs, pressing against me in unmistakeable signal to run my hands up her skirt.

I stroked around her stockings, hungry for her centre of gravity but loving the pleasure she was deriving from my ministration. She reached down and hitched her skirt a little higher, reducing the pressure and spreading her thighs a little further apart. My hand wandered higher, I could feel the tiny beads of moisture on her legs as I reached the hem of her knickers. She slowly pulled up her skirt, exposing half of her white, glossy silk undies for my delectation.

“I went lingerie shopping yesterday…this is what I found.”

The tight but sexy fabric of her skirt was suddenly replaced by a soft and sleek marshmallow of what appeared to be very nice quality silk and lace… A little label with “strumpet and pink” peeked shyly from the waistband.

“Spank me again…”

With bursting veins in my cock, I slowly slapped her bottom, experienced now in the requisite physics to provide the perfect result. My spanking slowed to maybe once every 5 seconds, increasing her anticipation and allowing me time to fondle her rump again. I began to slide my fingers along her crease, feeling the astonishing oily wetness inside. She had almost lost control and spread her legs obscenely apart.

“Put your hand in the pocket of my skirt, honey…there’s something in there I would love you to try out for me,” she almost whispered.

I had noticed a slight bulge in her jacket pocket, but assumed it was a handkerchief. I dipped inside and pulled out a pair of her plain white satin panties, freshly laundered and smelling faintly of her favoured perfume.

“Would you like to change into those, please, mmmm I would love to fondle your cock through them.”

This was a first for me, but by no means discomforting or troubling. I stood up by the side of the bed with my back to her and slowly (I think seductively ha ha ha ha) stripped off my M & S briefs to don the little knickers.

I felt her lips kiss by bum as I stooped to put them on and paused to enjoy the moment…she was running her tongue around the crease where my thigh meets my bum and added to the fun by placing her fingers between my legs and gently stroking my balls.

As I pulled them into place, I turned Acıbadem Escort to look at Marilyn’s pose of total abandon. She was now lying on her side; her legs apart, her knickers sporting a lovely damp patch. She pulled me gently towards her and began mouthing my cock through the satin. I was too aroused for words and closed my eyes as she began to fondle me through the material, pressing ever more firmly with her mouth against my throbbing erection.

She pulled the front of the knickers down, enough to release the tip of my cock and gently pulled the foreskin back, releasing a small trickle of fluid in the process. She mewed softly and putting the bulb into her mouth, began to softly wank me up and down with her lips.

All the while she caressed and fondled my bum and my balls through the material – it was becoming too much for me and I felt my thighs and lower legs trembling slightly as she sucked.

Unwilling to release my juices at that moment, I coaxed her into stopping.

“I loved spanking your bottom, Mazza, may I do it for just a little longer?”

She mewed her acceptance and flipped over into position, pulling off her rumpled jacket in the process. I set myself down beside her, my cocktip sticking out from the top of her knickers just a few inches from her face. Slowly and gingerly I began to slap her bottom once again.

She seemed to be in rapture and squirmed lewdly around beside me as I spanked her.

“I am going to cum in a moment,” she said. “When I say the word, would you put your cock against my bum?”

Needing no further encouragement I moved into position. She lifted herself into a kneeling position crouched over, with her skirt in place, allowing me the pleasure of raising it again.

Slowly I lifted the hem, gradually exposing the rounded bulges of her bottom and the pretty strumpet and pink knickers. The damp patch had spread outward, the juices now soaking the whole of her plump fanny and the groove of her bum.

I pulled my (her) knickers down just far enough to release my cock…I was really beginning to enjoy the sensation of the satin and made several mental notes. I pressed the length gently into her bum groove and began to slide it up and down.

I could see the pinkness at the edges of her knickers where my accuracy had failed, but it seemed to be of little consequence, I stroked the areas gently in a soothing motion as my muscle rubbed up and down her crease.

I slid the tip between her legs, massaging her slit, feeling and seeing the growing wetness and listening to her rapid, hastening gasps.

“Slide your cock inside my cunt, honey, I İstanbul Escort am soooo horny and need to feel you splashing me all over.”

I did as she asked and spread her pretty knickers aside to easily slide into her sodden and oily puss. She gasped as I slowly drove forward, mouthing her usual torrent of erotic filth.

“Oh dear God! My cunt is on fire, I want your spunk all over me,” she almost choked the words, “splash my sweet fanny and spread your lovely hot spunk all around.”

No sooner had she said it than I felt her tremble in the helpless precursor to her orgasm. Mine too was not far behind and I felt the sticky wetness of her fanny against my thighs as I thrust my manhood into her gurgling hole.

She bucked and fucked against me as her climax struck, I remember thinking to myself “I wonder if anyone can hear this?”

We seemed to be making such a squelchy noise, never mind her tirade of very sexy, but quite voluble passion.

Finally, just as I felt her knees give way, I felt the rush as my own climax peaked and quickly slid my cock from her juice soaked quim. I know she loves that moment when cum splashes, so I urged her to put her fingers into place.

I carefully positioned my cock close to her fingers and watched as my spunk shot in little jets to splash against her fingers and smooth shaven fanny. She made almost as much noise during this as when she had her own climax which somehow served me to provide several copious spurts of the milky white cum onto her fingers, palms and quim.

Marilyn rolled forwards, spreading the juices all around her knickers and fanny, slowly regaining her breath. I slipped off the little pair of knickers, wet with both our juices and placed them into the pocket of my jeans; I still have them, though I have yet to reprise the wearing of them.

We shared a long, lingering kiss to complete our perfect afternoon and I could feel her hands beneath us, wallowing around in the sticky goo as she murmured sleepily in my ear.

“I am going to miss you, this has been such a wonderful, sexy vacation which I won’t ever forget.”

I reassured her that it was unlikely to be the last and certainly worth repeating at the first opportunity. Eventually we drifted off to sleep, the alarm set for her morning flight. I hid a bottle of her favourite perfume in the side pocket of her luggage before she finally left and a small gift which I knew she would enjoy – one of those little painted, pink, East Anglian thatched houses with a flint wall around it and a little wishing well…classically English to remind her of the fun she had enjoyed. She called me from home as soon as she arrived to thank me.

We equally enjoyed the experiences of the times we had shared and warmly relive them during our carefully structured and periodic telephone calls. I am eternally thankful to Marilyn for her warmth, candour and unconditional passion.

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