Author: Elizabeth Heath
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"So, Mary, I didn't get to fuck your ass this weekend. You were a good girl. There's a problem with that, though, you see, I don't leave a weekend of sex without getting some ass, so which is it going to be? Yours or his?"
"Fuck him," she replied out of spite.
"Noooooooooooooo," he cried, "please don't!"
"Well, Mary did everything I told her to this weekend, so now, I am going to do what she tells me." He put more lube on his dick, grabbed her husband by the hips and slammed his monster cock deep into his ass. He screamed and cried as James ravaged his hole. Mary watched as her husband got his just dues. Frank's hard dick began to wither as James slammed him hard, so James put Frank on his back where he could stroke him. With Franks ass on the edge of the bed and his legs bent toward his chest, James fucked him as he lubed his cock and started stroking him. It wasn't long before Frank squirted his orgasm all over himself. James was still hard and not letting up, and Frank couldn't take any more, he nearly passed out from the pain.
She couldn't stand to hear him crying anymore, "Please stop!," Mary cried, "Please don't hurt him anymore."
"That's what I've been waiting on," James remarked with a smile.
He pulled out of her husband and slapped him on the ass as he moved away. He lubed his cock up and prepared to take his second cherry of the day. James wanted her to see him take her cherry so he put her on the edge of the bed on her back and put a pillow under her to lift her up. He grabbed her neck and pulled her up enough that she was forced to watch as he slammed his fat cock into her ass. He ripped her ass hard and fast, telling her it was her punishment for letting her husband get fucked. She cried and screamed, wishing for it to be over. Her husband was too weak and could only watch her get fucked again, knowing the pain she felt. Finally, when it ended, she thought she was done, but the room had filled with hard cocks waiting their turn at her ass. Sean, Craig, Trent, and Jimmy all took their turns, then her recovered husband. The only one who didn't take a run at her ass was William, he was not there anymore. When she was finally able to upright herself, cum ran out of her ass and down her legs, she couldn't keep it in. The weekend had been long and exhausting by the time the men all left. Sara stayed behind to comfort Mary. They rested the night together with her husband in the bed with them. The next morning, she awoke with Sara's tongue on her pussy. She and Sara made love again, while her husband slept next to them. When they finished, they moved to either side of him and began giving him a blowjob. After he fucked both of them, they all got up and said their goodbyes, leaving for work.
There was hardly a word spoken between them when she and her husband returned home that evening. He knew his brother was waiting for Mary, he had decided not to stand in the way of their new relationship, it was his anniversary gift to her. The fuck-fest was his anniversary gift to himself. Though she didn't accept it, Mary finally understood that it was his lifelong fantasy to watch her being repeatedly forced. The good news was that it never had to happen again, it was all on video for him to enjoy any time he wished. Outside of the relationship with William, Mary gave herself permission to be with both Sean and Sara. It wasn't in her agreement with Frank, but he had turned loose a sexual appetite that she never knew was within her, and she couldn't resist these two. She didn't rock the boat with her husband for what he had done because she had a secret of her own: She loved getting fucked by strangers and she loved the taste of pussy.
The End.
My Uncle Alex
I pulled my car up in front of the house. I had come back to my uncle's house for the summer, just as I had for the last nine years. My parents traveled each summer and they had left me in his care each year since I was 12. And for the past three summers, since I turned 18, I had spent them in delirious pleasure. This man, my uncle Alex, had been my first lover, my first fuck, and he would always be the only one who could really satisfy my hungry pussy.
I walked up to knock on the front door. I had barely knocked once when he swung the door open and pulled me inside.
"Hello there, little slut. I've missed you."
"Hello Uncle Alex. I've been wet for weeks thinking about coming here."
"Really? Lets just see about that." He reached down and put his hand up my short denim skirt. I hadn't worn any panties in anticipation of this. He slowly worked his finger between my pussy lips and swirled it around my clit before sinking it deep inside my pussy. I leaned back against the front door, my eyes rolling back in ecstasy as my uncle finger fucked me.
I quickly reached down and unzipped his pants, letting his 9 inch dick spring free. He yanked my skirt up around my waist, and I jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist as he impaled me on his long, hard cock. I held onto the door frame as he started pumping into my soaking wet pussy.
"Oh God yes, Uncle Alex...No one fills my pussy like you do. Fuck me hard, please, please Uncle Alex."
"Anything for my little cum slut. Take all my big fat cock. I'm gonna fill this little baby pussy up with cum."
He pistoned into me, the sound of flesh smacking and my ass repeatedly hitting the door ringing in the air. I arched my hips and felt him go even deeper into my hot cunt. I squeezed my pussy muscles around him, trying to make it tighter and tighter, feeling every inch of him inside me. I felt the pressure building and knew I was going to cum.
"Yes, of yes yes yes. I'm gonna cum all over your big cock Uncle Alex. Mmmmmm, please cum with me, fill my pussy full of your yummy cum."
"Oh fuck yes, I'm cumming now little bitch." With that I collapsed around him, shivering as the waves of pleasure overtook me, feeling spurt after spurt of his hot cum hitting my womb. He let his dick fall out of me and set me back down on the floor. I could feel the cum immediately start to run out of my pussy. I didn't make a move to go clean it up. Uncle Alex liked it when I let the cum run down my legs.
"I love the way you say hello, little one," he smiled lazily at me.
"Always for you Uncle Alex."
After that, I took my bags upstairs to unpack, took my clothes off and came back downstairs to make dinner. My uncle preferred me to go without clothes while we were at home, and I was fine with that. I had dinner going on the stove and I had laid the plates on the counter when my uncle came in to sit at the table. He still had his pants unzipped and I could see he was beginning to get slightly hard again. He motioned me over to him.
"Do you remember what I like before dinner, missy?"
"Of course Uncle Alex." I dropped to my knees beside him and licked the length of his cock. I swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting my own cum still on him. I nipped at him with my teeth and looked up at him with a gleam in my eye as I suddenly engulfed him in my mouth. He sucked air in through his teeth at the sensation of being instantly deepthroated. I bobbed up and down on him, swirling my tongue around his length for some time, then I got up to stir our food, and came back, taking him in my mouth again. He patted me on the shoulder, signaling for me to stop. I pulled off of his cock and began fixing our plates. As we ate dinner, I sat there, totally naked and juicy wet, leaking onto his wooden dining chair and he was rock hard with my saliva still glistening on his beautiful cock.
After dinner, I cleared our plates and we went to sit on the couch. He turned on the TV (it didn't really matter to what). I laid back on the couch, spreading my legs for him and we sat watching the screen while he idly finger fucked my pussy. He worked his finger and and out of my wet hole, then added a second, then a third. I arched my hips against his hand, trying to push him deeper. He twisted his hand and I could feel him slipping his thumb into my ass. I groaned in pleasure.
"Oh please, Uncle Alex. I need to be fucked. Please fuck your little slut. My pussy needs to feel that big cock pumping in and out of it."
He reached up and pinched my nipples hard. I loved that feeling, the pain and the pleasure it brought me. He continued pinching me as he positioned himself between my legs, ramming his cock all the way into me, his balls smacking my ass as he did. He fucked into
me harder and harder, lifting my back off the couch by my nipples as he did. I started cumming all over his cock from the feeling of the pain in my nipples and how full he make my pussy. He sat back on the couch, pulling me on top of him.
"Ride me, little bitch. Milk my cock if you want my cum so bad."
"Yes, sir." I smiled happily at him as I began moving up and down, swiveling my hips forward and back as I did. I gripped him with my pussy each time he was all the way inside me. I rode him harder and faster, then suddenly stopped, hovering over him with just the head of his cock still barely in me. I flashed him a devilish smile.
"Oh, that's how you want to play, is it." He grabbed my shoulders and rammed his hips up into me, almost lifting me off the couch with the force.
"Oh fuck yes, Uncle Alex! Fuck me, fuck me now! My pussy is so fucking wet for you. I want to cum all over that big dick." I continued riding him, leaning down to nibble his neck, biting into his earlobe as he pinched me nipples so hard. Suddenly, I could feel his cum start to spurt hot inside me, which caused me to orgasm around him, my pussy squeezing him, milking his cock for every last drop of cum.
We continued like that into the night before heading up to bed, exhausted from our fucking.
I woke up the next morning and I could hear Uncle Alex was already in the shower, getting ready for work. I made my way downstairs and began fixing breakfast. Uncle Alex soon entered the kitchen just as I was setting his plate on the counter.
I knew what came next, this had been our lovely routine for years. He already had his dick out, rock hard at his full 9 inches. I walked over and laid down across the breakfast table, with my ass close to the edge.
"Mmmm, I do love the first course of breakfast." He smiled down at me, sinking his dick into my sopping wet pussy. This is definitely my favorite part of breakfast too. I sighed as he slowly pumped in and out of me, my dark hair spread across the table, my pert breasts arching up to meet his hands as he reached out to pinch my nipples. He looked down, watching his cock going in and out of my glistening cunt, almost as if it were eating his big cock, so hungry for his cum. Then he began to really fuck into me, sliding me back and forth across the kitchen table. I wrapped my legs tighter around him, my feet holding his ass firmly against me as we fucked.
"Cum for me little girl, give it to me. Give it to me now!" At his words, I started convulsing around him,lost in my orgasm.
He closed his eyes and began shooting stream after stream of cum into me.
"Oh fuck yes! You little whore! Goddamn, nothing feels like this tight little pussy." He pulled out of me and walked to the bathroom to clean himself off while I continued laying across the table, just as he liked. He came back in, all buttoned up and handsome, looking the part of the brilliant business man. He brought his plate to the table and began to eat beside me, occasionally dipping his fingers into my pussy. He got up and took his plate to the sink, walked back over and ran his tongue the length of my pussy.
"Walk me to the door, little pet."
I obeyed immediately. He kissed me full on the mouth, our tongues thrusting into each others mouths, knowing we wouldn't see each other for 9 hours.
"You be good and get your chores done, and be right here, kneeling by the door when I get home."
"Yes sir, Uncle Alex."
The End.
Charlene Submits
Charlene was a happy woman. Dating a man who adored her, secure in her job, and still looking good in her forties. What else could she want?
Deep down, she knew that there was something missing. There was a longing, a craving that she couldn't put her finger on. She wasn't sure what it was...or what it meant. But it woke her up at night. She'd find herself staring at the ceiling, resisting the thoughts that entered her mind and wondering what it all meant. Finally, she would break down and masturbate--giving those cravings a voice...a room to grow inside her head--in an attempt to make herself tired enough to finally get sleep, to push those thoughts down and out of her head.
She and Peter would cook together, watch old comedies, and joke around. The relationship was great. The friendship was great. The sex was great. She loved that he doted on her and didn't act like most men she'd been with. Her release was most important to him. He'd tease and finger her, lick her pussy, and suck on her clit until she'd cum and cum again. He loved to watch her face when she exploded.
Other men had taken much different pleasures from her body. Her past had been filled with rude men, ones who would push her to her knees and expect to have their cocks sucked. She rarely obliged them, but she never liked it. It wasn't her choice; it was something that they had demanded and taken through intimidation, their size, their commands, or simply through the threat that a single mother couldn't be choosy about who she dated. But she hated every second of it. They were oafs, men of little imagination, and less respect.
Peter had been different from the beginning. He'd never asked for it; in fact, he'd stated that it wasn't "his thing" and left it at that. So she'd been relieved to learn that there would be no more clumsy but strong hands on her shoulders pushing her down, no morning demands of "suck my cock, Babe" as she was awakened by a semi flaccid penis being pushed between her lips as a wake up call. Instead Peter would wake her up by gently spreading her legs and licking her to two or three sleepy orgasms that would finally awake her fully until she would sit up, breathing heavily, and holding his head between her legs as she came again.
Peter pleased her in so many ways...but left that little itch un-scratched. And she'd tried--oh how she'd tried--to tell him about this other side of her. The side that wanted to serve. The side that craved being submissive in every way. The side that desperately wanted for someone to overcome her reticence for the rough and crude acts she'd been "forced" to do by others...and make her WANT to do them. To kneel. To be commanded. To be spanked. To be forced to cum on command. To worship his cock. To be taken roughly in the time and place of his choosing.
But was it Peter that she saw in her fantasies when she thought about these things? This bothered her. She thought it was him, but she also knew that he couldn't do it. He revered Charlene and placed her on a pedestal. Reddening her bottom was beyond the pale for him.
"My brother is coming" he'd mentioned off handedly while they were lying in bed one morning. She'd just had a series of small orgasms provided by his skilled tongue, his fingers, and finally, in the missionary position, his cock. Spent but wanting more, she was barely paying attention when he'd said it. It took a couple of minutes to process and finally she said, "A brother? What?"
"My twin. Richard's an asshole. I'm sorry, but I couldn't put him off. He won't be here long." She was alarmed by the pronouncement of his twin being an asshole, but didn't think more of it since she was still enjoying some lovely after effects of her orgasms.
Two weeks later, a cocksure, arrogant, and slightly intimidating Richard came into their lives. He was planning on staying for a week. He was in the spare bedroom if he was there, but he usually was gone. Dressed in black suits with red ties--like it was his uniform--he would appear perfectly coiffed and disappear for the night to return in the early morning hours. The few times he did hang around in the "common" areas of the house, he looked at her with a malevolence that frightened her. She was intimidated by his attitude. He seemed to know things. Things that he shouldn't know about her. She knew Peter would never tell him about their lives, about her. But Richard had an insight...a knowing to him. She felt like he was always looking through her and reading her most intimate thoughts. It scared her.
He spoke to her all the time. A slow, reassuring tone that did nothing to threaten her outwardly; the threat she felt was internal. He was polite, helpful, and even friendly, but in his words she felt a knowledge that he wanted her...that he would have her. An advance never came; he remained aloof. But her feelings pushed her to continually think of ways to keep the defenses up.
She hated him immediately.
He acted like he didn't
care at all. This drove her dislike of him to new levels. He didn't deserve a woman like her. She almost wished he'd make a move so she could shoot him down.
Wait! Why was she thinking this way? How on earth had he gotten into her head so far that she was actually thinking about him touching her, despite the fact that her outward desire was to humiliate him by saying no? She had to admit that there was a feeling in her that made her keep thinking about the possibilities of time spent alone with him. It made her angry to think about it; she didn't want him in her head that way. She blushed visibly when she realized that not only was her mind telling her that she would have to fight harder to resist him, but that her body was also betraying her. She was feeling the effects of the attraction she secretly held for him. Her nipples strained against her blouse, her skin got goose pimples, and she felt herself moisten.
Late that night, Peter brought wine home. They'd finished two bottles and started on a third when the festivities had moved to the bedroom. Peter had slowly stripped her of her clothes. She'd found herself standing in nothing but her sexiest heels in front of the closet's full length mirror. Peter had caressed her breasts, kissed his way down her belly, and knelt in front of her while licking her. She'd never experienced this before. She felt like a goddess being worshiped by a subject on his knees. Her legs spread, she squatted on shaking knees just enough to put her sex closer to his awkwardly positioned head as he'd lapped at her pussy. The orgasm built in her until she dripped with her pleasure. Like a good lover, Peter lapped at her, catching every drop of her sweet nectar. He'd wrapped his arms around her upper legs and buttocks to steady her while he'd buried his face in her clenching pussy.
A finger intruded between her pussy lips. Working, pushing, and twisting, it found her g-spot and she exploded again. He held her up; there was no way he would let her fall. A beautiful, sweat slicked, orgasm-producing goddess stood in the spacious bedroom and exacted her tribute from a man who wanted nothing but the most he could get from her body. When her breathing calmed, she found that he was already on the bed, resting, satisfied that he had done wonderful things for her. She couldn't put a finger on it, but there was something melancholy in all this joy. Something was still missing from all this bliss.