Stormy Seduction

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Lilly Ford and Scarlett Sage are sitting next to each other in Scarlett's bedroom. Lilly is having so much fun at their first slumber party as they read each other's palms. Scarlett slowly traces her fingers over Lilly's palm. Scarlett tells Lilly that she will be very rich and famous. The girls giggle. Continuing to run her fingers delicately over Lilly's hand, Scarlett notices something interesting. She tells Lilly that she will meet a really hot guy in the future. Lilly is skeptical. Yeah right, she says, how's she supposed to meet a hot guy when she's always so nervous around them? That probably explains why she's still a virgin, Lilly adds. Actually, she's never even kissed a guy before, she admits shyly. Scarlett can't believe it! She comments that they're both 19 and she's already been with 2 guys, so she's way behind. Besides, how could someone as cute as Lilly never even kiss a guy?! Lilly tells Scarlett that if she has trouble even just talking to guys, she DEFINITELY could never get up the courage to kiss one. Scarlett asks her if she's ever practiced kissing with a female friend. No way! Lilly has never done that, she's not like that. It's no big deal, Scarlett assures her, lots of girls practice with their friends. That way, they'll know what they're doing when they finally get with a guy. It's totally normal. Lilly asks Scarlett if she's sure this is the best way to practice. Maybe she should just practice on a stuffed animal or something? Scarlett reassures her and jokingly tells her that a stuffed animal won't kiss back. They both giggle and Lilly agrees to kiss.

They kiss, slowly and gently. Soon Scarlett breaks away slightly and asks Lilly if she wants Scarlett to show her how to use her tongue. Lilly wonders if it is something that boys will like. 'Oh, definitely', Scarlett smirks. Lilly agrees to try and they begin a heavy makeout session. Scarlett takes the lead. Before long, they naturally begin to embrace as they kiss. Lilly, becoming increasingly turned-on, lets out a low moan of pleasure. The makeout becomes hotter and hotter. Just as it is reaching a peak, as the girls slide their hands over each other's backs, a sudden and loud clap of thunder interrupts them.

And who knows, by the time this slumber party's over, maybe Lilly will end up teaching Scarlett a few things too...

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As she worked his body, her hands served as her eyes. Eliminating a bit of the sheet to work his lower back and gluts, the butt s of her palms traced the powerful figure she drew in her mind. Later, as her thumbs dug into his calves, inner-thighs, and hamstrings, she pictured the pieces as a whole, standing, naked, in a well-lit location. She liked what her hands informed. Alan attempted to envision a more complete photo of the body connected to the hands that worked on him. The heat Ally produced provided a crude kind of finder in his pitch-black world. When she took an action towards the front or back of the table, he felt a gentle wave of warmth. He imagined her hips, her smooth stomach and her toned waist above.

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BY : LettucePrey
Category: +G through L > Life is Strange
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Disclaimer: I do not own the game Life Is Strange; it and all things relating to it are copyright to DONTNOD Entertainment & Square/Enix; nor do I make any profit from this fic.

(AN: This is another one of those 'I don't know where the hell it came from' stories, also written in one sitting)

Life Is Strange: A Different Kind of Story

Chapter 1 - Bad Vibrations

Eighteen-year old Maxine "Max" Caulfield felt like she was about to go insane.

It had all gone so wrong, the final steps of the investigation she and her best friend Chloe Price had launched into the disappearence of Rachel Amber.  After the text from Nathan -- faked, she now belatedly realized -- they'd gone back to the junkyard and Rachel's shallow grave, only to be ambushed by the man behind it all, Mark Jefferson.  He'd drugged Max into a stupor, then tased Chloe before she could react.  Max dimly remembered seeing Chloe dragged, bound and gagged, into a smaller room inside Jefferson's "Dark Room", but only knew that her blue-haired friend was still alive.  At least, she thought so.

She shrieked as another orgasm rocked her slender frame, her body reacting mindlessly to the powerful, merciless buzzing of the vibrator resting snugly against her clitoris.  She was still loopy from whatever Jefferson had dosed her with, unable to rewind; though given the increasing strain her powers had begun putting on her, it was unlikely she could have gone back far enough to escape or prevent their capture.  She'd blushed crimson when he stripped her clothes off, horrified that this monster was seeing her naked.  Then he'd put her in a chair in yet another small room, this one brimming with harness straps, binding her so completely that she could only move her fingers.  The telltale lump in his pants had terrified her, but to her relief, he'd shown no inclination to disrobe...instead, he'd brought out a piece which connected to the chair, tilting them both until they lined up perfectly.  Max's limited experience of pornography had let her identify the ball-headed white device attached to this new piece as a Hitachi Magic Wand, had watched as he slowly moved it forward until it was pressed against her sensitive nub.

And then he'd switched it on.

Even though she was a virgin, Max wasn't a prude by any stretch of the imagination; she'd been masturbating since shortly after her thirteenth birthday, knew all about her body and how to have orgasms.  But she'd only ever used her fingers, and favored making her journey toward that peak as slow as she could bear.  Sometimes, it was almost ten delicious minutes before she climaxed, but the Hitachi made her cum within thirty seconds, the moans she wanted to loose kept down by sheer force of will.

Jefferson didn't turn it off.

As soon as her first orgasm ended, Max felt another one beginning to swell, the Wand's constant vibrations against her post-orgasm clitoris almost painful.  Clenching her teeth, she fought against her own arousal, but her inexperience with the sex toy's effects meant it was a battle she was destined to lose.  She began to panic as the climax steadily built, then gasped as it rocked her body barely a minute after the first one.  And still, he didn't switch the vibrator off.  Her sex even more sensitive now after the two rapid orgasms, she whined in pleasure-pain as the tension again began to pile up between her legs.  She'd never cum more than three times in a single session of masturbation before (even then only once, while reading a particularly steamy romance novel, and spread out over a quarter hour), but as her third orgasm in as many minutes stirred to life, she found herself wondering just how long Jefferson was going to keep doing -- Max came again, this time unable to stop the moans of raw, physical ecstasy that spilled from her lips.  As this one finished, she hung her head forward, panting like she'd just tried to run a three-minute mile, but then felt a fourth orgasm already building and shook her head robotically, trying to deny the message her body was sending.

It had been at least an hour since then, and Max had literally lost count of how many times she'd cum.  Around the seventh one, it had finally begun to take a few minutes each time instead of them just arriving bam-bam-bam like the first three, but through the fog of constant arousal she guessed it was at least twenty.  As yet another explosion ended, she was totally limp in the chair, and finally spoke.  "Ssstop...please," she blushed, hating that she was begging him, but knowing she couldn't bear much more.  "Mr...Jefferson...please, stop...it..."

"What's that, Max?"  Mark Jefferson stepped around from behind her -- so that's where the bastard had been, she realized -- and smiled engagingly down at her, apparently unconcerned by her nudity.  But why not, he'd already seen everything.  "I'm afraid I didn't hear you."

"I...said...please...stop it..."  Max's breath began to speed up as another orgasm built; she needed this to end before her brain got fried.  "I -- I can't take...please, I'm begging...you, please turn it...off..."

"Turn what off, Max?  We've gone over this in class, you need to be specific," he replied in his best teacher voice.

Max's outrage at this muted the pleasure for a few seconds.  The son of a -- he was actually going to make her say it, as some kind of power play.  Fine, she decided as the orgasm loomed closer, whatever it took.  "Turn off...the vibrator.  Or...or move it away."

"Away from what, Max?"

She'd walked into that one, Max realized.  "From my...clitoris.  Mr. Jefferson, please, I...oh, fuck, make it stop, not again -- "

"Language," he interrupted.

"Turn it off!"  Max yelled at him, feeling herself getting closer to yet another unwilling climax.  "Turn the vibrator off, move it away from my clit, I don't care, I can't take much more of -- "

"And what is your clit part of?"  His smarmy voice asked.

Max resisted for a few seconds, then broke as the orgasm began to crest.  "My pussy!  Get it off my pussy, don't make me cum again, please, don't make me -- Aaaaah!"

This one caused nearly as much pain as it did pleasure, Max thrashing around in her restraints, her muscles trying to move but not able to make any headway.  The Wand's omnipresent buzzing against her body made her howl, and her tears, which had dried up long ago, began to flow again as her torment started up one more time.

"Max!"  Jefferson raised his voice.  "Listen to me.  Calm down and listen to me."  Max glared at him but forced herself to be quiet.  "Let me make you a deal.  I'll turn the vibrator off -- " Max nodded her head as vigorously as she could manage -- which wasn't very, given her exhaustion -- "But in return you have to do something."  Max waited expectantly, not even daring to imagine what price was about to be asked.  After a few seconds, during which she felt yet another orgasm creep closer, he spoke.

"You have to ask me to rape you."

Max's eyes almost bulged out of her face.  "WHAT?!"  She shrieked, taking a small amount of comfort as he winced from the volume.  "You -- you sick motherfucker!  What kind of bullshit, asshole, bitch-ass fuckhead are you?!"  She dimly realized that Chloe would probably have been cheering her on for that string of curses, but then continued.  "In -- in what world do you think I'd ever ask you that!"

"Oh, in this world, Max," Jefferson answered, his voice as smug as ever.  "Because, you see, it's a very simple choice.  Door number one: you ask me to rape you, I turn off the vibrator, give your body a chance to calm down, and then I...well, then I rape you.  Door number two: I leave the vibrator on.  For the next twelve hours."

All the blood drained out of Max's face.  Twelve hours...there was no way she could take that, she'd have a heart attack or a stroke or something.  Hating herself -- but not as much as she hated Jefferson -- she nodded, blushing.  "Mr. Jefferson...I want you to rape me."

Jefferson looked down at her for a few seconds without saying anything.  "Max, I noticed you didn't have any tampons in your purse.  When did your last period end?"

After what she'd just said, there was no point in resisting further, so Max answered honestly.  "A week and a half ago."

"Hmmm," Jefferson muttered.  "So...well, see, Max, I was intending to cum inside you.  And now I realize you're probably ovulating either now or in the next couple days...and I don't have any condoms here...so, Max, what should we do about this?"

Max's blood ran cold at the thought of getting pregnant from a rape, much less this piece of shit, but as another orgasm closed in, she knew it was either take that risk or possibly die of strain.  "You...you'll have to do it."  She saw him open his mouth, guessed what he was about to say, and cut him off.  "You'll have to...cum inside me.  I -- I want you to.  I want you to rape me, and I want you to cum inside me."

"Excellent," Jefferson said, and reached over to the vibrator, sliding its switch to 'OFF' and ending at least this portion of her torment.  "Rest a while if you can," he said as he detached the Wand's mount from the chair.  "I have something I need to do before we move on."  He turned and left the room, and Max sighed in relief as her body finally began to relax.  A small part of her brain yelled at her about what she'd agreed to, but there had been no choice once he made the threat: twelve hours of torture versus maybe five minutes was a no-brainer.  She could only hope that the events of the last two weeks had thrown her cycle off; it had happened to her before.  Assuming Jefferson didn't just intend to kill her, that was, and Max's mind went blank as she slipped instantly into an exhausted slumber.

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You sighed as you felt the blanket get pulled away from your body again. You sat up and checked your phone. 2:40. It was almost 3 in the morning and you couldn't sleep. Slowly getting out of bed, you made your way to the bathroom.

You blinked as you turned the light turn on. You stared in the mirror and put a hand over your stomach. And for the first time, you felt the bump. You almost screamed as turned to your side to see the little bump from your baby.

You used the bathroom and washed your face as you walked back into your room, only to see the blanket completely pulled over him as he curled into a tight ball. You sighed walking over to him. "Gray," You whispered, shaking his shoulder slightly, aster crawling into bed. "Wake up, baby," You whispered. He stirred in his sleep.

"No, no," He whispered, still half asleep. You sighed sitting up on your knees. You began to pry his arms away from the blanket when you caught glimpse of hair in his face. Confused, you pulled the blanket down.

You smiled as you saw your 3-year-old daughter wrapped in Grayson's arm as he held her tightly. You pushed some of her hair away from Grayson's face. He shivered as the ends of her hair tickled his face and he woke up slowly. You sat back as he opened his eyes.

You watched as he looked down at your daughter in his arms and smiled. "Hi," You said. He turned to look at you and he smiled. The light from the streetlamps outside shown through your curtains, illuminating the side of your face. He sighed as he looked back at you.

"Hey baby," He whispered. You sat down cross-legged and ran a hand through your hair. "When did she get into bed?" He asked. He pulled his arms away from her and sat up. He picked her up and set her down in the middle of the bed as she rolled back into his lap. You smiled and pushed hair away from her face.

"I have no idea," You whispered. You suddenly remembered and opened your mouth excitedly. "There's a bump!" You said. You sat up excitedly as his eyes widened.

"Shit, I want to see," He whispered. He carefully got out of bed, putting a pillow on the side of your daughter to keep her from rolling away. The both of you walked back into the bathroom.

He rubbed his eyes as you flicked the light back on. You smiled standing in front of the mirror. You turned to show him the small bump, lifting your shirt up. He smiled. "Do you think it's a boy?" You asked. He shrugged, wrapping his arms around you. "I kind of hope it's a boy," You whispered.

"I want it to be another girl," You looked up at him and he nodded. "I don't really care though, as long they're healthy, I'm happy." You smiled.

"Can you put her back in her bed?" You asked as the two of you walked back into your room. He nodded. "I don't want either of us to crush her." You whispered. He chuckled and picked your daughter back up. You kissed her on the forehead as Grayson carried her into her own room.

He came back moments later, to find you in bed, buried under the blankets. He smiled, getting under the covers with you. "Don't wake me up tomorrow," He muttered into your hair, as he wrapped his arms around you. "I want to sleep in." He said. You nodded, grasping his hand.

"I love you?" You said. He smiled and kissed your head.

"I love you."

You woke up, Grayson's grip tight around you. Feeling awake, you tried to sit up, but couldn't escape from his grasp. You try to pry his arms away from your body, but he tightens his hold in his sleep. You sigh as you stop trying for a moment.

You pushed hair away from your face as you try again, fighting with his strength to escape from his hold. After minutes of pushing his arms away, you finally rolled out of his grasp. You stood up and stretched, only to see Grayson shivering from the lack of your warmth.

A sad smile on your face, you carefully slid a pillow into his arms. You watched him tighten his arms around the pillow, a sleepy smile on his face as he brought the pillow close to him. You planted a kiss on his forehead as you pulled the covers on top of him, covering his bare arms.

You used the bathroom and walked back into the room, to see Grayson still sleeping as he clutched onto the pillow as if it were you. You smiled before throwing your hair into a bun and going downstairs to make you all breakfast.

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I'm so conflicted. I've never felt this way before. Its as if you've opened up a door to another world. I've been licking my pre cum for hours thinking of you while I edge and doze off, and edge, and stop stroking. I look at the few pictures I have of you and have so many perverted desires that I'm not sure where this type of thing is leading. I just wanted to meet you initially because I was in awe of what I've read you did to others. Now, I'm not sure what my motives are any more. I think of you constantly, I think of you humiliating me, I think of you taking money from me, and I think of you abusing me calling me a loser. And with all those thoughts, I imagine you sitting there laughing at me, counting the money you take from me while you have me swallow cum and suck off cocks.  Maybe this was something in me all along and you just touched on it and have used it against me. I wish I knew what thoughts you have of me. A married man, cheating on his wife, giving money to a young beautiful woman that just likes to play with him and make him yearn for her. Maybe I am a lose. If I am, then so be it, because you're worth every bit of humiliation youve fed me.

You don't have a problem being affiliated with a person that wants you more than his wife, and wants to give head to men? Do you like me?

   *I WANT you to want me more than your wife:)
I knew you were a cock sucker the minute you described the red panties.....
and of course I like you...
I like talking to you, I like using you, I like making you weak for me, and I love to see how far I can keep pushing you Scott...
now stroke to that;)

Well I do want you! I want you badly!! I know I cant have you, and maybe you don't even see me as an equal in such a way as being someone you'd be with. I'm not really sure how you see me. But my thoughts are consumed with you, and how you seem to have turned me out, and I'm not even sure how you did it. My heart is racing, and my cock is drooling, and my feelings for you are running rampant.   If my wife knew, its for certain I'd be fucked. Right now my mind is more on how I feel about you, because certainly, you've fucked me good this weekend, and you still are. Im feeling the burn of wanting you and I vacillate between feeling used or just plain stupid for wanting what you've done to me.

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“Of course, sweetheart, anything.” He jumped to his feet and said, “I’ll be right back.” Rushing into the kitchen, Jared fumbled through the drawers, throwing on the floor what he didn’t need in search for a water bottle. He figured if he filled a giant water bottle, he wouldn’t have to leave Jensen’s side for water again. With his contractions becoming closer and closer together, he didn’t want to miss one and make Jensen go through it alone.
Merlin doubted it. He gazed down at his son in fascination. It occurred to him to be thankful he hadn’t grown actual breasts while he was pregnant. He wasn’t sure how much his masculinity could endure, carrying a child was bad enough but breasts would have probably tipped him over the edge. He had lost all of his chest hair but that seemed a small price to pay.
Amy found it harder and harder to keep her masculine side intact. Her voice had raised and she was now moaning in pain with every push. She breathed heavily as she continued. She wanted this to end. She was tired of letting Leshia be her midwife and allow her to see everything that was going on down there. She wanted to give birth alone, but Leshia was too worried and wouldn’t allow it.
On the other hand, it felt so fucking good. He’d not been aware enough – or too focused on other agonies elsewhere – to realize they’d put some sort of pump on his cock and it was milking him like a farmer’s hand late for a date. At some point the nurse, the one who never had wiped that stupid grin off her face, had started gently massaging his swollen balls and it was both the best and worst sensation evEmerging Secret (Mpreg) Ch. 1 Alternate Ending 1                      Jim placed his hand on his belly and his back against the shower wall. He balled his one hand into a fist as he pushed himself up from the ground, his knees buckling a bit as he wobbly stood up. With another swift waft of pain overcoming him he hunched forward, facing the floor. Jim bit his lower lip and as he waddled over to a cabinet, and grabbed a few towelsThe sudden squeak of rubber soled shoes on polished floors signaled that apparently sick, demented cow noises, was a good clear signal to trained medical staff that a baby was arriving imminently. Jared moved out of the way of the flurry of arriving staff, to the head of the bed where Jensen had managed to partly drape himself as he pushed and strained to deliver their baby girl.
“Ok Jensen, you really are nearly done. She’s right down now. I can see that she’s going to be a blondie like me, so how about you give me a really good one with the next contraction and we’ll see if we can get this done, yeah? What do you say?” the doctor coached as she used her hands to support the skin around their daughter’s tiny blood smeared head.


Straight, but have a lesbian fantasy

I had a dream once after watching a softcore movie on cinamax and a year later, I can't stop thinking about it. I'm 25 single, no boyfriend or serious dates for almost 6 months. Never had a lesbian experience either and too nervous to act on it, but after reading stuff on here, I thought I'd share.
So I'm driving down a lonely back highway, it's dark and storming really bad. As luck has it, I get a flat tire. Hate me if you must but I was raised a girly-girl and don't know how to change a tire. As I come to terms with the fact that I'm stranded here until help arrives, a big 18 wheeler pulls up. The female driver (mid 40s, thick, tough but attractive) stops and checks on me. After my drenching from standing outside trying to hear her, she offers to give me a lift to a nearby truck stop where I could get some coffee in me and wait for my hero of a Dad to come rescue me. I climb up into the truck where it's nice and warm. My clothes are soaked, my hair's a hot mess and even with the heater on, I'm still shivering. The lady truck driver suggest that I get in the back and dry off, and offering me some dry clothes to put on. Now, I'm 5'3 slinder and she's much taller and like I mentioned, thick and curvy. So once I'm dried off, one of flannel shirts looks like a dress on me lol. I hop back into the front seat and thank her again for her kindness and tell her that once I get to the ATM I'll definitely compensate her. She looks over at me and gives me a look that makes me feel both nervous and excited. She moves her hand from the gearshifter and slips it between the buttons on the shirt I'm wearing and pinches my nipple, saying "oh I'm sure we can work something out". I'm in shock at this but at the same time, incredibly turned on. I sit there frozen as she tweeks and flicks my now rock hard nipple. She withdraws her hand and pushes the tail of the shirt up, exposing my bare legs and spreading my legs. I can't believe this is happening as she slips her hand down. I become instantly wet, to which she smiles, pulls back her hand, and exits the road - pulling onto the shoulder.
I'm nervous and scared and excited and turned on all at the same time, as she leads me to the back part of the truck. There she takes off the shirt and quickly begins to kiss and lick my breasts. Her big hands find their way down to my pussy and pushes her finger inside me. Without realizing it, I am rocking my hips against her hand. She kissed me full on, her tongue probing my mouth. I kiss back. She lays me down and takes off her clothes, puts her hands on my knees and spreads me apart. Licks me and fucks me with her tongue as I squirm in guilty pleasure. As I come, she flips me over effortlessly, lifting my ass into the air. She grabbed my ass checks, and pushes as she buried her tongue in my ass. I'm panting now, feeling waves of passion flowing through me. She pulls back for a moment, and as I finally gain enough control to look back, I see her buckle a big black strap on dildo. I'm fucked silly in ever possible way she could position me. I was her little toy and made me say so. When she finally stopped, I laid there in a big wet heap. My tender pussy throbbing from the abuse it just endured.
That's all I remember, but wanted to share it. It's a big secret of mine and it feels good to finally express it.

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    • I am 19 and do have boyfriend but after reading your fantasy I may start hanging out at truck stops, it made me so hot and wet .

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My Master

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Can he feel the pride this one has in knowing she wears his collar?

My Master looks down upon me with piercing blue eyes reaching into my mind.
Can he see how this one thinks of him always?

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tagInterracial LoveLessons in Magic

Lessons in Magic

Eighteenth Installment in the "Latina" Series of Erotic Tales

Madame Zora's School of Magic was like no place Latina had ever seen. The carpet, walls, chairs, couch, and curtains were all a rich, deep, erotic purple, just the color that Latina loved so much in clothing, cars, and especially in men's aroused equipment. The room reminded Latina of those upstairs rooms in old Western movies, where the barmaids would take cowboys after they finished gambling in the saloon.

Madame Zora gestured for Latina to sit on a large purple pillow on the floor, as Zora herself stood at a portable chalk-board to begin her teachings.

"15 magic words," Madame Zora wrote. Then she said "Forget all those so-called magic words that popular culture has taught you, like Abracadabra, Ali-Kazam, and Hocus-Pocus. Not one of them has any true magic power, like the 15 words I'm going to teach you over the next few weeks. Do you know what the most powerful magic in the world is?"

"Turning people into animals?"

"In a way. The most powerful magic is love, and if you are REALLY lucky in love, it can make both you and your lover act like savage beasts toward each other."

"Ooh, I'd like that!" Latina cooed.

"Good, I was hoping you'd say that. The 15 magic words I'm going to teach you over the next few weeks will unleash that animal magic between you and your lover. All of the words I will teach you will have to be sincerely spoken, deeply felt and meant. And you will have to use your instincts to know exactly when to use these words, because most of the magic in these powerful words depends on the precise timing of when you use them. Do you think you can master the magic I am about to teach you, the most powerful magic in the universe?"

Licking her lips, Latina said, "I'm ready to learn, oh great mistress of magic."

"OK, the first three words, Western culture says can be the most powerful magic on earth. They do contain a lot of power, and have to be used carefully and wisely. But they are not the most powerful magic on earth, only close to it. For the magic to work, though, you have to get HIM to say these three words to you, before you say them to him."

"I'm ready to hear these first three words, Madame Zora."

"OK. Do you know the single most commonly-used word in song titles?"

"Yes, that's right. More song titles contain the word 'Love' than any other word. So this should be a hint to what our first three magic words are."

"I love you?"

"Very good. Our first three magic words are 'I love you.' But never say them hesitantly, in the form of a question, like you just did. They have to be used as a strong and sincere declaration. They can be loud and joyous, a proclamation you want all the world to hear, that you want to shout from the rooftops: 'I LOVE YOU!" Or they can be whispered tenderly in your lover's ear: "I love you." Either way, once you say these three little words, eight little letters, you will have taken the first step toward unleashing the most mysterious and powerful magic in the universe."

"But how do I get him to say these words to me first?"

"Ask him about himself. Listen carefully to his answers. Show sincere interest in getting to know the real person inside. Flirt with him, show him you think he is handsome and sexy. Steer the conversation so he is asking you about yourself, and then let him see your best side. Make your answers short, so he will not think you talk too much. He will come to think of you as smart (for recognizing how sexy he is), charming (for letting him talk about himself), and sexy (for the details about your inner self that you have revealed to him).

"If you do all of this right, by about the fourth date, he WILL say these three words, and if he says them sincerely, you must say them right after he does, and be sincere. Of course, if you don't truly mean it, don't ever say 'I love you,' as those words without sincerity open-up a kind of evil, with fighting, hatred, and resentment, an evil from which it is hard to escape."

Latina couldn't wait to get home and try out this new magic with her one true love, the sexy, sexual, sensuous, and sensual Frank, her husband of three years.

Latina fixed a tasty, nutritious dinner to satisfy the most finicky gourmet's palate, and wore her elegantly sexy black miniskirt.

As Frank entered their house, Latina loosened the Windsor knot in his tie, and rubbed her palms up and down over the front of his shirt. Over a candle-lit dinner, she steered the conversation to what sort of day Frank had at work, while she rubbed her stockinged feet up and down Frank's trouser leg, then she finally let her toes rest against his zipper.

After dinner, as Frank and Latina cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher, Frank leaned in, planting a soft, fleeting kiss on her moist, red lips, and whispered the magic words Latina had longed to hear all night: "I love you."

Remembering Madame Zora's teachings, Latina wasted no time in sincerely replying "I love you," kissing Frank back, and opening her mouth slightly, letting her tongue lick around Frank's thick, sensuous lips. Frank responded by opening his mouth slightly, and Latina slowly slithered her tongue past Frank's teeth. She began licking at the inside of his cheek. She wrapped her right arm around his shoulder, and her left around his waist, drawing him in closer.

"I love you," Frank repeated, and Latina promptly echoed, as they stood before the dishwasher, hugging and kissing.

Latina backed away from the warm, welcome kiss, and she began slowly unbuttoning Frank's white-on-white pin-striped shirt. Frank reciprocated by unbuttoning Latina's sheer blue blouse. Latina pulled upward on his shirt-front, to pull his shirt up and out from his trousers. Then she leaned in to kiss him again, while sliding his shirt sleeves halfway down his arms. With his shirt wide open, Latina moved her kisses down to the front of his neck. Placing her palms flat on his chest, she began squeezing, pinching, and twisting his little nipples between her index and middle fingers, as she kissed her way down his chest.

Just as Latina was about to slide down to her knees on the kitchen floor, and unbuckle his belt, Frank reached under Latina's arms, and pulled her up, standing, facing him again. He finished unbuttoning her blouse, and pulled it off of her arms. Then he reached around behind her and unhooked her tiny, sheer, black-lace bra, letting it flutter down to the floor. Sinking to his knees, Frank flicked his tongue out, just catching the very tip of her excited reddish-brown nipple, before he closed his lips around it and sucked. Then his teeth began a gentle nibbling on her nipples, sending Latina into a swooning tail-spin of desire. She bent the rule, and said it first this time: "I love you."

As good as Frank's lips, tongue, and teeth felt on her nipple, Latina simply couldn't wait one moment longer to taste Frank's loving stiffness and sticky seed. Kneeling to her knees, she slipped the end of Frank's black leather belt out of its gold buckle. With both hands, she grabbed the front of the waistband of Frank's trousers, pulling his waistband away from the front of him, and letting her fingertips rest against his growing bulge, as she wiggled the little inside front clasp of his trousers open. She slowly pulled his fly down, listening to the sweet, sexy, seductive music of metal on metal as she opened his zipper.

Grabbing the waistband of his bright-red boxers, she quickly tugged both his trousers and his underwear down to his ankles. Latina eagerly licked her lips at the sight of her loving man's throbbing eight-inch length and swaying two-inch thickness. But before she could lean in to kiss and lick it, Frank walked her backwards up to the kitchen wall, and pressing her up against the wall, he hiked up her miniskirt, letting his fingers skim over her soft, creamy thighs; her dark, hairy bush; and her moist, tender pussy lips. As his fingers played, he leaned in and kissed her mouth again, whispering "I love you."

Breaking the rule again, Latina did not reply "I love you." Instead, she melted into Frank's strong, protective, loving arms, and half- purring, half-moaning, she let out a soft "Mmmmmm!" When Frank slid first one, and then two, fingers inside of her juiciness, Latina greatly increased the volume of her "Mmmmmm!" and punctuated it without a sweetly- whispered and sincerely-spoken "I love you." Madame Zora was right, there was a lot more magic in those three words than in "Abracdabra," "Ali-Kazam," and "Hocus-Pocus" combined. Even if you threw in an "Open Sesame," you still wouldn't match the magical power of "I love you."

Latina slid down to her knees, and planted a brief kiss against the very tip of Frank's pulsating cock. As brief as that kiss was, Frank could feel the tenderness, love, and lust packed into that fleeting act. Feeling him throb and pulse against her lips just in that brief kiss, Latina decided to lean in again, and let her kiss linger longer this time. He must have throbbed against her lips three or four times as she pressed her lips hard up against his cock head, and then against his hard shaft, while clutching both of his bare ass cheeks in her hands. Then her excited tongue began eagerly lapping and licking at (and all over) his magnificent swollen, come-filled balls, before beginning its long, slow lick up the tight, smooth flesh of his 8-inch long, 2-inch thick, hard, throbbingly-beautiful, masculine and muscular, completely-irresistible shaft.

Reaching his cock head, Latina began licking at the very tip, then clutching the very base of his pulsating cock, she slid her lips over his bulbous cock-head, and began leaning in to take more and more of his sexy hardness into her hungry mouth.

Frank leaned forward, and pulled Latina's miniskirt off of her. He then planted the sweetest, tenderest, most loving kiss, right on her navel. Then he grasped her ass and the small of her back, and started bending her over backward, her back arched, her neck and head leaned over as if for a shampoo at a beauty-salon sink. Latina let herself slide down, until she was flat on her back on the cold tiles of the kitchen floor. Frank lovingly tucked his rolled-up shirt and trousers under her neck, as a makeshift pillow. He placed his red silk boxers under her ass, to insulate her from the cold floor, and he lifted her legs and spread her knees, to keep them off the cold floor, too. As she still had her sheer black stockings on, the bottoms of her feet were insulated from the coldness of the floor.

Sensing that his wife now needed warming-up, heating up, Frank leaned down and took a long, slow lick at the outside of her pussy lips. Tasting the first few beads of her gathering internal moisture, Frank pried her pussy lips apart, and slowly sank his long, thin middle finger into the deepest depths of her hungry desire for him. Holding her lips open, he began a slow, hot lick up from her pussy lips, past her G-spot, and ending with circling licks over her growing and hardening clit.

"I LOVE YOU!" Latina cried out in her loudest, shout-it- from-the- rooftops voice, far more sincere than when Zora had modeled that behavior for her. "I WANT YOU!" That last bit may not have been taught in Madame Zora's class, but "I want you" seemed to work its OWN magic, too.

Frank slithered up the floor, and sweetly kissed the side of Latina's neck.

Reaching up with both hands, Latina grabbed Frank's shaft, and guided it against her dripping opening. Frank took the hint, and he slowly pressed his thighs downward, as inch after manly, throbbing inch sank into her fleshy folds. He slowly pulled out, then thrust himself back in, letting his cock rest completely inside her, then pushing even harder, until she felt his huge, come-swollen balls slapping her vaginal opening.

To a carpenter, anything may seem like a hammer. But Frank knew how to use his love-hammer to hammer, drill and yes, even screw her hot, horny pussy through multiple thrashing, screaming, moaning, hip-gyrating orgasms, that crashed in wave after wave, one right after the other, for a solid five to ten minutes. All this time, Latina wrapped her legs around Frank's waist, resting her stocking-clad feet on his firm ass cheeks, kissing his mouth and neck, nibbling his ear, and stroking his muscular, hairy chest.

When she felt Frank's cock start to twitch madly, and then pause inside of her, she knew she was in for a treat. She pressed her feet hard and tight against Frank's cute tush, pulling his manhood deeper and ever deeper into her, until she finally felt his hot blast burst against her inner walls. Feeling his come blasting into her, Latina let loose her fifth and most powerful orgasm of the night, letting her liquid passion thoroughly coat the purpleness of his cock head and shaft. Rolling over onto her side, and keeping Frank buried deep inside of her, Latina locked her arms and legs around Frank, and began hungrily and appreciatively kissing his mouth.

"I love you," they both sang out in unison.

Lesson 2

The next day, Latina thanked Madame Zora profusely for unleashing the power of those three magic words, "I love you."

"Thank you," Madame Zora replied. "But those are the LEAST powerful of the 15 magic words I will be teaching you."

"LEAST powerful? All I know is, their power unleashed the most wonderful and intense feelings in my Frank and me last night."

"Oh? Just HOW intense are we talking about? Is your pussy stretched, sore, and soaked?"

"How did you know?"

"Could I see for myself?"

"Sure, why not?" And with that, Latina unsnapped and unzipped her micro-mini jeans shorts, and slid them off of her legs.

"Mmm! Verrrry nice!" Madame Zora cooed. "With my psychic powers, I can see every spot where he thrust and throbbed and pushed. I can almost smell and taste his hot explosions into you. I FEEL how he made you VERY wet, and how you lubricated him thoroughly.

Yes, you have done well, you've done VERY well for yourself, my student. Are you ready to learn the NEXT three, even more powerful, magic words?"

Latina closed her eyes, and in a dreamy swoon, recalled every sight, sound, touch, and emotion she had experienced the previous night, from the magic power of the three words 'I love you.' She wondered what magic could be more powerful than that, and eager to find out, she lustily replied "Mmmmm-hhhhmmm! I mean, yes, Madame Zora."

"OK, these next three words, you have to know EXACTLY when to say them. They only work at very precise moments. You have to go on instinct, I can't teach you exactly when is the right time to say them. You have to go with what feels right to you, and use them only when you feel that your lover might be receptive to their magic. While I can't teach you WHEN to say these words, I CAN tell you, however, HOW to say them. They must be spoken very slowly, in a drawn-out whine, begging and pleading. When you feel the moment is right to use these next three words, you will instinctively know how to say them. But I will go over how to say these words anyway, just so I leave nothing to chance in ensuring that you get the maximum power out of their magic."

"What ARE these three words, oh great and wise sorceress?"

Once Latina learned this second set of three magic words, and practiced them repeatedly with Madame Zora in class, she couldn't wait to get home and create just the right moment to use them with Frank. Although SHE was to be the primary beneficiary of the power of these three magical words this time, she already knew what she would do in return, to let Frank enjoy some magic, too.

Latina would get to test the power of her second new set of magic words the very next morning. For she became sort-of half-awake about an hour before it was time to get up for work. She found herself facing Frank's back, both of them lying spoon-fashion on their queen-size bed, with his fine, firm, chiseled, tightly-sculpted ass cheeks resting comfortably against her smooth, coffee-and-cream tone thighs. Her open palm was clutching the smooth skin of his hairy chest, and her fiery-red lips rested against his broad shoulders. His arm stretched behind him, Frank's palm cupped her ass cheeks, and his fingertip rested teasingly against the beautifully-defined crease, where her curvaceous derriere met the tops of her dark, shapely legs.

Thinking Frank asleep, Latina began softly kissing his shoulders and massaging his thighs. If he was asleep, this must have at least partially awakened him, as he began circling his fingertip around her ass crease, while repeatedly squeezing and then releasing her soft ass cheeks.

After about ten minutes of this love play, Frank moved his hand around to massaging Latina's thigh. Then he began a series of long, slow strokes from her toes up one leg, to her thigh, across to the other thigh, and then back down her other leg, down to her other foot. For her part, Latina slowly inched her palm down from his chest, until it was resting directly over the tiger-print G-string that she had bought him, and which he had made such a show of stripping down to the previous night.

Frank turned to face Latina now, and began gently kissing her about 5 or 6 times. Then he kissed just her lower lip, and lovingly sucked her lip between his own lips. He then pulled her skimpy, wispy black bra down to reveal her 38-C breasts, her dark-red half-inch nipples, and her 3-inch- wide reddish-brown areolas.

He began kissing and sucking on her neck, while rolling and pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His kisses slowly trailed down her neck, and into her cleavage, and finally across to her breasts. He kissed and licked all the way around first one breast, and then the other, before landing his hot kisses directly on her hardening nipples. He next alternated between sucking and nibbling on first her left nipple, and then her right, cupping her breast in one hand while his free hand caressed and stroked her thighs.

Frank rolled over again, once more presenting his backside to her. She again cupped his chest in her palm, then with a "Why the hell not?" attitude, she slid her hand down to cup his G-string's fake-tiger-skin pouch. Feeling him start to stiffen, she let her fingertips push aside the pouch, as her fingertips made direct contact with her man's long, thick love muscle now. Frank reached around behind him, and resumed squeezing Latina's soft, round ass.

Frank's fingers now moved to rubbing her thighs, but this time, instead of moving down her dark, shapely legs, his fingers began luxuriously brushing her thick, dark bush. Latina was still half-asleep, and was determined not to let Frank's actions rouse her an hour before getting up for work. So she squeezed her thighs tightly together, keeping her legs tightly locked-up. Even as Frank's fingertips brushed lower and lower down along her thick, dark pussy fur, she remained determined not to let his slender, skilled fingers probe her into wetness this morning, as they had done on so many previous mornings over the past three years.

But after about five minutes of brushing her like this, his finger somehow extended enough to catch the very edge of her hooded clit. He slowly, ever-so-teasingly-slowly, began rubbing circles over the hood, trying to fold it back and get at her orgasmic on-switch, hidden just beneath. Latina took a deep breath, and strengthened her resolve not to let Frank get to her on this morning. She was simply too tired. But she did not count on Frank's determination. His cock was pulsating like mad in her palm, and she knew from experience that he would not be happy until he could feel he getting just as excited as he was. He was such a generous and considerate lover, when it came to satisfying HER needs and desires, only please, just not this morning, OK?

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A male college student gets used by a dickgirl classmate

Rob sat there on the edge of Christine's bed in her dorm room, nervous and apprehensive, not knowing what to expect. He did not like the feeling. He had never been the type of person to let someone else decide his fate, he was always in control. Not anymore though. He watched Christine's behind as she fiddled with her computer, which was opposite the bed. She was wearing an olive colored tank top and nothing else. Her back was to him and she was humming a cheery tune while slightly moving her hips from side to side. She had her shoulder length hair tied back in a pony tail. He still marveled at her figure; her thick thighs, wide hips, heavy breasts, and her large, round, hypnotic ass. She was the epitome of femininity. He still couldn't fathom how such a girl, such a woman, could have a thick, long phallus between her legs.

"Can you hear me?" she asked the computer.

"Yep, I surely can!" an excited girl's voice answered back from the computer's speakers.

"Great," said Christine as she walked over to a cabinet under the room's sole window to his right. He looked over at the computer screen which was now visible without Christine's ass blocking the way, and was taken aback when he saw a face staring back at him; it was a two-way web chat.

"Hello!" the smiling girl on the screen waved at him enthusiastically. She was petite with short blonde hair. He recognized her, she shared several classes with him and Christine. Her name escaped him, but he did remember that she was a talkative chick with an annoyingly cheery disposition.

"Why is...that girl on the screen?" he asked Christine, who was rummaging through her desk drawers.

"Hey, I have a name you know!" the annoying girl said from the screen, her smile not leaving her face. "It's Trixie!"

"Fuckin' Trixie?" he said. "Whatever, look, Christine, what's going on?"

"Come on, I know you like an audience," Christine turned and looked at him through her nerdy glasses, the tank top was tight on her large breasts and her dick was half aroused and hanging freely between her legs. Even in this state, it was larger than his. She studied him as he stared at her stupidly. It took a second before her words registered.

"You...you can't be serious," he stammered.

"What's the problem?" she said. "It's not like it would be the first time." She looked at his face with a knowing, mocking smile. She obviously enjoyed watching him blush fiercely as he remembered the incident she was alluding to; they had gone to a local park adjacent to their campus. She had dragged him to an isolated location behind some high bushes, and made him get on his knees and pleasure her. She'd insisted that he suck on her balls loudly, slurp them as noisily as he could. It was only after she had spewed her jizm all over his face that he saw some of their female class mates watching them from beside a nearby tree. His face turned even redder as he imagined what he must have looked like, kneeling in front of a smugly satisfied Christine with her cream coating his face. He figured she must have made him suck loudly on her balls in order to make those girls not only see, but also hear his emasculation. Whether she'd invited them to come watch, or whether they happened to stumble upon the happy couple was anybody's guess. He certainly wouldn't put it past her though.

Before he'd "known" Christine he was somewhat popular on campus, the girls liked him enough and the guys respected him. Now that he's been...involved with her for a couple of weeks, he started noticing certain looks and giggles from a few girls, one or two of whom he'd previously intended to put the moves on. He suspected that Christine wasn't keeping her mouth shut about their escapades, even though she'd promised she would. Now, as he looked at the girl on the screen, his suspicions were confirmed.

He wanted to curse Christine for breaking her promise, to tell her to fuck off and walk out the door, but there was something about the way she looked at him from behind those ridiculous glasses that sapped all the courage from his body.

"Look," he spoke towards the webcam desperately, trying to appear calm. "I don't know what you expect to see here, but there's nothing going on." Both Christine and Trixie laughed at that.

"Come on, that was pretty lame," said Christine.

"I already know you have a taste for girl-sausage," said Trixie.

This was getting him angrier by the second, he couldn't stand that his most private and embarrassing conduct was being discussed so freely. "Fuck this, I'm outa here!" he said, trying his best not to look Christine in the eye as he got up to leave. He thought maybe he could bluff his way out of this situation, or at least have Christine turn off the webcam before said 'sausage tasting' commenced.

"Fine, go ahead," she replied, unfazed in the slightest. "Nobody is forcing you stay." She was leaning her elbow on the drawers as she watched him silently, her face expressionless. He wished for the hundredth time that he could read her mind.

"Ok then," he said, and started for the door. Just as he turned the knob, Christine walked over to her computer and sat down.

"Trixie I'm sending you a great amateur tape featuring a slut getting his oral virginity taken. Feel free to share it with all your friends."

Of course, he thought. How could he have thought for an instant it would be that easy? "You're a real fucking cunt, you know that?" he said. The two girls looked at each other and laughed, no doubt at his choice of words. He could keep on cursing and bluffing but he knew she would get what she wanted in the end. Hating himself, he slumped back to the foot of the bed and sat down. She gave him a pitying look as if to say, why do you even bother putting up a fight, you weak willed bitch? She then swiveled around in her chair and motioned for him to come closer, that mocking smirk on her face. He walked over to her and got on his knees, getting face to face with the monster that haunted his dreams. It was already almost all the way stiff.

"Kiss it," she said, the usual condescension in her voice suddenly absent. Her voice was throaty, anticipating. Her mouth was slightly open as she looked at him, and she had that look in her eye that she gets when she's horny, like a predator studying its prey. He moved his head slowly towards her cock, which seemed to stiffen harder the closer he got. Even though it wasn't the first time he'd come face to face with it, the size of Christine's beast didn't cease to humble him every time he saw it. He had never considered himself as having a small dick, he was pretty certain that he was at least above average. But each time he saw the one in front of him it made him feel dwarfed. Also unlike his own, it wasn't circumcised. Of course it's not, he thought absently, girls don't get circumcised.

The foreskin pulled back as her cock bobbed gently in front of him, precum already starting to well up over the tip. It had a musky smell to it which, he had to admit, stirred something inside of him. It was the smell of lust, but it was also the smell of humiliation, as it brought back memories he would rather forget.

Christine, maybe tired of waiting, moved her dick gently forward and touched the tip to his lips, parting them slightly. She then pulled back, a string of pre-cum connecting his lips to her dick. He was grateful that Trixie couldn't see this part, as the web cam could see nothing but the back of Christine's black ponytail.

As if reading his mind, Trixie cried out from her limited vantage point, "What's going on? I can't see!"

"Oh, how rude of me," said Christine, who'd apparently forgotten about the annoying girl on the screen. She rolled her conveniently wheeled chair around Robb so that she was to his right, no longer obscuring the view from the webcam. He looked apprehensively at the girl on the screen, who stared back at him eagerly. He absolutely did not like his humiliation witnessed. At the moment, all that a few people knew about him were rumors and innuendos, nothing solid. If Christine were to follow up on her threat though, everyone would know for certain. He'd be brunt of every dick sucking joke, and he could kiss pussy goodbye for the remainder of his time on campus.

Christine watched him as she held the base of her cock, waiting for him to muster up the courage to willingly debase himself. "Open, stick your tongue out" she finally said, and he flinched when she whipped her dick toward him with her hand, flinging precum onto his face. She chuckled at his disgusted expression as he wiped the sticky fluid off his face. He turned towards her, and as soon as he stuck out his tongue she slid her chair closer and started loudly smacking her dick against it. He could taste her salty pre-cum with each smack. He knew from their previous encounters that Christine expelled much more precum than men do, and it flung about with every quick motion of her cock.

She then started sliding the tip back and forth on his tongue, spreading her salty pre-jizz. With each thrust she went deeper into his mouth, until she reached his uvula. She then grabbed his head with both hands and shoved her entire length down his throat, her girth expanding it as it went down. If it had been his first time he would have definitely thrown up. Luckily Christine had trained him well. Her dick didn't stay in his throat for long though, and he sputtered and spat saliva on her abdomen as she pulled it out. After she pulled out entirely he expected her to shove it back in, but she didn't. Instead she stood up and turned around so that her fat ass was in his face. She grabbed the back of his head with one hand and slowly pushed her ass into his face. He could feel himself sinking into the crevasse that is her ass crack, until his lips were pressed against her puckered hole.

"You know what to do," she said, and indeed he did. He knew she wanted a rimjob, though she had never made him do that before. He suspected that it was for their voyeur's benefit. He opened his mouth and traced his tongue around the rim of her anus.

"Whoa, I didn't think he'd actually do it!" said Trixie, sounding both amazed and pleased. "You carry yourself like such a man, Robbie. Who knew you were such a little bitch?" Both the girls started laughing.

He was really starting to dislike this brat, but what really made him angry was that she was right. All his life he'd carried himself a certain way, considered himself hyper-masculine. Now look at him, being told to put his tongue on someone's asshole and actually doing it.

"What else can you make him do?" Trixie asked.

"Hmm, let's see..." Christine considered. "Oh, I know!" she grabbed the chair and positioned it facing the computer. "Come on, knees here," she tapped the seat of the chair. He did as she said and got up onto the chair so that his arms were resting on the backrest and his butt was facing the computer screen.

"Ooh, this is so exciting!" said Trixie. He could not see her anymore but could still hear her annoyingly chipper voice. Christine pulled down his pants and underwear with one motion, revealing his ass. She then reached for a small tube that was on the floor and screwed the top off and tossed it away. She started squeezing the tube over his ass and coated his butt with its content. He then felt her spreading the cool fluid up and down his crack with her fingers, then felt a sudden intrusion into his hole. He ground his teeth as she slowly pushed in her middle finger to the second knuckle, and started sliding it in and out. He imagined the view from Trixie's vantage point, him bent over with a grinning bespectacled girl finger fucking his virgin hole. And then he felt his dick start to swell. The more he thought about how wrong this was, how this shouldn't be happening to him, the more he felt the blood rush into his penis.

"Is he tight?" asked Trixie.

"Oh, you bet," Christine answered.

"Can I see his face?"

"I think we can accommodate you," she took her finger out of his ass with an audible plop and swiveled the rotating chair around so that he faced the computer. Trixie stared at him, smirking. His face started to feel warm and he turned his head to the side to avoid her gaze.

"Ah!" he suddenly whelped when Christine smacked his butt cheeks with both hands.

"That's a nice sound," she said, before reinserting her middle finger, this time pushing it all the way inside. He felt his face contort at the sensation and wished he wasn't facing a live webcam. Christine's other hand reached down between his legs and wrapped around his cock. "My god," she said. "He's hard as a rock!"

"Really?" said Trixie. "You are such a slut, Robbie-boy." His face flushed worse than ever. "Do you think he's ready?"

"Not really, but what the hell," Christine took her finger out and suddenly pushed the tip of her dick against his resistant anus.

"Stop!" he yelled and jerked away from her. "A finger is as far as I'm willing to go!"

"Come on, Robbie, don't be such a kill-joy," a disappointed looking Trixie said.

"Fuckin' forget about it, it's not gonna happen."

"Ok, no ass fucking," said Christine. "Just let me put the tip in." Rob turned his head and looked at her face, and she looked back at him expectantly and said, "Please?" He was taken aback a bit, and at that moment he saw the shy, nerdy Christine he sees in class, and not the domineering Christine he'd gotten used to behind closed doors. It made him realize that he had a degree of control over what happens to him. Her imposing personality had actually made him forget that he was the man, and that despite his slight frame he could probably snap her neck like a twig. Probably.

I shouldn't forget what she has over me, though, he thought. Letting her have this little thing was better than facing the nasty consequences of his refusal.

"Ok, just the tip," he finally said reluctantly.

"I promise," said Christine, the evil grin returning to her face. She placed her dick between his butt cheeks and rubbed it up and down his crack, which was still slick with lube. She then pushed against his pucker with the tip, and he clenched reflexively. That didn't deter her though as she kept pushing until it plopped into his butthole, forcing its way inside a few centimeters more than intended.

"Ahh!" he cried and gripped the back of the chair with both hands. "Ow...out, pull it out."

"Oops, sorry 'bout that," she sounded as if she was holding back a laugh, and instead of pulling it out she drove it deep into his rectum.

"Uhnnnggghh," he grunted loudly as she continued penetrating, stretching parts of him that weren't meant to be stretched so far. Her dick kept going deeper until her hip tapped lightly against his butt; she had just buried her entire monster of a cock into his asshole. He wanted to scream at her, tell her to pull out, but he couldn't find his voice. All his energy was focused on fighting the pain in his rear. Christine bent forward and hugged him, and he realized absently that she had taken off her tank top when he felt her plump breasts rest on his back.

"Incredible," she gasped. "He's...so tight! He's clenching so hard around me..." she held that position silently for a few moments, probably savoring the moment of his defloration. She then let go of his torso and rose back to her former position before starting to pull out, and the ensuing pain made him wish she had just stayed inside. When about two thirds of it was out, she gripped him by the hips and pushed it back in.

"Ahhh," he squealed helplessly.

"Mmm what a manly sound," she mocked, smacking his ass hard with her right hand. He couldn't believe it, he'd just been deflowered by a nerdy girl with a ridiculously fat cock. At that thought he realized that his own cock was hard, very hard. She continued to slowly stroke her dick in and out of his ass, and to his distress it was actually starting to feel good. She leaned forward and whispered into his ear, "I hope you realize you're my bitch now." She started speeding up her pace to the point where her hips were smacking into his ass. Her cock felt enormous inside him.

"Ffffuuuuck!" he cried. Her cock was just churning his ass, and he felt his erection swing back and forth with each thrust, expelling precum all the while. With each stroke she was stimulating a spot deep inside him, and each time she pressed into it he felt his dick twitch, and he new that if she kept up that pace he would blow an enormous load. She reached down towards his dick and he thought she was going to grab it, instead she position her open palm in front of his swinging cock, as if giving him a target to shoot at. He tried to hold back as long as possible, he didn't want to give her the satisfaction of forcing him to cum, especially without so much as touching his dick. The pressure was rising from his balls to an unbearable degree, and despite his best efforts, she successfully coaxed his seed out of him. He spewed with such intensity that an embarrassingly load moan was forced from his lips. Her thrusting did not stop, and his cum flung about with the swinging of his cock, his jizz spraying all over her open palm and the leather chair.

When his orgasm finally ended Christine stopped her thrusting, her hips giving his ass a final tap, her cock buried all the way inside.

"Would you look at that," she held up her upturned palm in view of the webcam.

"Is that his cum?!" Trixie gasped, astonished.

"It sure is," Christine laughed, obviously delighted. "I didn't even have to touch his dick. What kind of man likes it in the butt, I ask you?" she grabbed him again by the hips, not bothering to wipe his semen off her hand, and it felt warm and sticky on his hip. She slid her cock out slowly until the tip, and drove it back in with a sharp thrust. He held back a cry from his lips, the noise he'd already made was embarrassing enough, and he wouldn't be surprised if the whole floor had just heard him orgasm.

Christine's trusts were getting frenzied, and to his chagrin his dick was getting hard again. Her each pump pushed him forward forcefully, her dick making an obscene squishing sound as it reamed his ass. He could hear her low grunts and he knew that it wasn't about humiliating him anymore; she had reached the tipping point. "Oh god!" she cried, and he felt her cock twitch and then blast unnaturally hot spunk deep inside his rectum. He knew that Christine expelled copious amounts of cum, but never like this! His bowels were actually expanding from the shear volume of semen being deposited in them. He felt like a human condom that was filled to bursting.

"Ah...ah," she spasmed as she spewed the last of her little gift into him, before letting herself collapse backwards onto her bed. Her cock slid out of him with a ridiculous popping sound, some of her jizz spilling out of his once tight asshole. She propped up her head with a pillow as she lay on her back, watching the aftermath of her buggering.

"Don't let it spill out," she said when she saw her cum drip down his leg. He clenched his butt tight, as tight as he could anyway, and stood up.

"I...gotta empty out my out butt," he said, and both girls burst out laughing.

"Jesus, how much did you cum inside him?" Trixie asked.

"A lot," Christine answered. She stared at him with such a self-satisfied expression that he couldn't bear look her in the eye. "And no, I want you to walk around like that, with your butt full of my cream." She got up off the bed as he pulled his pants up and buckled his belt. She walked over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Just as he started thinking that that was too nice for Christine, she smacked him on the butt and whispered in his ear, "you have such a sweet ass, from now on you're my little honey butt." He was grateful Trixie couldn't hear that part.
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"We are going to visit Valerie today," Carl Kent said into his phone. "Please be kind enough to come for me at school at a quarter to noon. As usual we will use your car."

Frank had every reason to accommodate his boss at the school. From being a kid brought up by a single mother, he had, in a matter of five years, become the highly respected director of music at the Raytheon Preparatory School in the leafy suburb of Kingsbridge. His pupils were highly sought-after, and scores of them had earned musical scholarships into their high schools. Frank's mother was a writer whose children's books that had caught the eye of Carl Kent, the owner of Raytheon. Even though the books were of a very high standard they could not fit into the curriculum of Raytheon, since the Heads Association of Preparatory Schools made those selections. So Carl had instead offered Frank a job at the school, hoping that he would pass the interview conducted by the Headmaster and his senior management team.

He had every confidence the boy would suitably impress the SMT and be offered the job. Frank had gone to Hospital Hill Primary, one of the top public schools in the country, and then attended Duke of York High School, a Grade 'A' school, gaining a Division One in his final examinations. He had earned his 'teacher's wings' at Highridge Teachers' College, so was uniquely suited to Raytheon. As he indeed proved.

He quickly established himself as a highly organised worker. Within the first term, he had established routines to be followed in the Music Centre's numerous rooms where various instruments were taught. He initiated a programme of bringing in some of the most qualified musicians in the city to teach the children, a web at whose center Frank sat overseeing every little detail. Soon it became known that staff members went to the Music Centre with very clear purposes if they did want to earn a reproof from its director. The musical achievements of Raytheon's children continued to rise and rise without any end in sight.

On this fine Saturday Frank drove from his flat not far from the school, parked two spaces away from Carl in the staff parking, and called him. It was 11:42.

"I am here."

"Give me two minutes."

It did not even take Carl all of that time. He opened the passenger door, and was seated before he greeted his protege.

"Good morning Frank!" he said softly. "It is good of you to come. Last night Sheila was hospitalised at Midwest Nursing Home. We are not at all hopeful that she will make it out of there this time." His voice was wistful, laced with heavy sadness.

Frank waited for a few seconds for his boss and mentor to regain his composure.

Then,"Let's go now."

The younger man started the car and drove out at a sedate pace, as if even the car was sad. Not many words were exchanged on the twenty-minute drive to Valerie's Riverside mansion. It stood back from the road behind a massive grey gate with gold embellishments. They drove in when the gate opened. Frank negotiated the tiny roundabout in front of the house, and stopped in front of the richly lacquered main door.

Carl turned and told Frank, "I will call you at a little before five."

"Yes, I will place myself in the vicinity about that time."

"Thank you." With that Carl pulled himself out of the car, closed the car door and started up the curved steps leading to the door.

Before he could even press the bell, the door opened and he found himself face to face with Kasim. This tall, light-skinned Pakistani had served the Hartley household since they first came as expatriates in this country some twelve years earlier.

"Good morning, Mr Kent!" said he, bowing in his customary fashion.

"Good morning, Kasim!" replied the visitor. "Is Mrs Hartley in?" He had talked to her earlier so the question was only a matter of form.

"She wants me to show you to her TV room, sir."

He followed Kasim past the sitting room and the dining room, until they reached a door opposite the dining room. Kasim knocked, and at the answer, he pushed it open for Carl but did not enter. He found her watching the latest news on France24 channel. She stood up and bundled him into a warm hug, the first time she had ever done so.

"I am so sorry to hear that Sheila has relapsed. We had hoped that she would pull through after her trip to Israel." She allowed her palm to rub his back softly and gently. He found this surprisingly comforting. "I know exactly how that feels," she added.

Carl had seen her struggle during her husband's final days, often wishing he could take some of her pain away from her. And when Dennis finally passed away he watched her go through that confusing time when she should have been glad that her husband's suffering was over, but she missed his company and love. Compounding the situation was society's almost certain disapproval of such an idea, that a man was better off dead.

Even through that dismal time they kept their friendship quite platonic. Neither of them could have anticipated what was in store for them.

"Thank you Val." He bent his face and looked into her calm eyes. "But we shall not dwell on that subject. The doctors are doing their best, I trust."

On an impulse he returned the warmth of her hug by holding her by the waist, while the other hand went to the back of her head, into her hair. They clung to each other tightly allowing feelings that had been dammed up for years to come to the fore. Each of them was surprised both by the sudden appearance and the vehemence of those feelings.

For her it was sympathy for what he was facing in the sickness of his wife. She could feel it as if it were herself watching a loved one decline. He, on his part, felt a deep gratitude for her friendship through the two years since Sheila was first diagnosed. There was a pang of guilt that she had helped him financially during the preparations to take his wife to Israel for treatment, yet he had done so little for her when her husband was ailing.

He held her tighter at this thought, feeling the tightening of her arms around him.

Afterwards they could never say who had started moving lips to the other's mouth. They only found themselves locked in a passionate kiss, each attacking the other like a starving beggar. Which they each were, not having had the closeness of a spouse for years, through no fault of their own.

She felt his manhood pressed against her navel, causing her passions rise to fever pitch in only a few seconds. Her nipples tightened and hardened under her top and she felt a moistness in her panty. That she could still feel this way shocked her to the core and she abruptly broke the embrace to go and stand by the window looking out into the lawn. Her face held a look of sadness.

Carl was left standing beside the chair she had been sitting on when he came in. "Did I hurt you in any way, dear Val?" he asked in a kind voice. The last thing he would have wanted at this moment would be to soil their long friendship. His cock, had it a voice of its own, would have been wailing that something so good had been cut short.

"No, not at all." She gave a little shiver, perhaps of anticipation. "Please forgive my forwardness."

He moved towards her. "No, forgive me for heaping my troubles on you like this."

At these words she turned red, teary eyes to his, took a step towards him and grabbed him again. This time they both came into it with purpose, kissing ravenously. But again she broke off, only to go and lock the door.

"Great idea!" he said, holding his arms out for her to come into. As soon as they locked back into their kiss he let his hand graze around her chest. She made as if to pull away, and he thought it was because she had not yet put on a bra. But since his other hand was resting just below her hairline she could not go very far. She didn't even feel like she really wanted to, anyway.

She stepped towards the long padded chair pulling him along. "Wonderful, I can now suck these lovely boobs." He was slightly surprised at this thought suddenly coming into his mind, unbidden. Then another equally strange. "Yes, even suck her pussy until she pours her essence." He almost broke the embrace to check if there was another presence in the room with them whispering these wild thoughts into his mind. He pinched her nipple gently giving her fresh pleasure. At this moment they felt a sense of belonging to each other.

He broke the kiss to graze lips on her neck, bringing waves of delight all over her. Now they were sitting at the edge of this seat, bodies turned towards each other. He licked the side of her neck up towards her ear, as his fingers kept up a play on her breasts, periodically pinching one nipple then later another. She threw one leg over his thigh opening up her thighs to him, which he took as signal to caress her thighs. But that was not enough for him. Quickly he gave rein to his earlier thought about her boobs in his mouth, slipping off the seat, kneeling and facing her.

Pulling her top off her boobs he attacked them with his mouth and one hand. The other had gone exploring under her skirt, encountering her panty. It was heavily ribbed so beyond the heat of her heated pussy, he could not know the lie of the land.

His mouth opened to take in a nipple and then squeeze it between his teeth covered by the lips. Above his head he could tell that Val had opened her mouth wide in ecstasy. He changed to suck the other boob, while he guided his hand, unseeingly, to strum her lips under that heavy material. He brought both hands to her hips as he nursed on her boobs. Then he hooked the elastic of her panty and drew it off and to her ankles. She lifted one foot then the other and then she was open to him.

He looked down at her pussy to see sparse black hairs over her mound. He brought his head towards her and she stopped him with her hands. "That is dirty!" she said vehemently. "Stop."

But he turned his head sideways so that one hand was dislodged and he placed his lips smartly on hers. He dragged them up, down and sideways. "Ooooh!" escaped her lips, while her hands remained clamped around his head, yet offering little resistance. Then he brought out the tongue to graze on the sparse growth. Her legs trembled where they had come to rest on his shoulders.

Stiffening his tongue he split her peach open, finding slippery juices nestled there. He dragged his tongue along its length. She was delirious with pleasure at this point. He sank deeper into her slit and found her hole. At this the feet were waving like windscreen wipers, completely out of control. Then he felt her clit, surrounded by the labia minora. He nudged it until he felt the hood being peeled off by the pressure of his tongue.

"Caaa-arl! What are you doing to me?" she shrieked. Now he had completely unpeeled the clit so that it felt like a tiny banana as his tongue licked its naked surface. He flicked it several times, but this became too much for her. He felt the legs kicking out while still on his shoulders, rather like slow pistons. He guessed she had reached a climax but no sound came from her mouth. He momentarily withdrew to the lower regions, licking her slit and hole languidly. Next, he flattened his tongue like that of a Doberman washing her from perineum to the top of the clitoral hood. The clit was highly sensitive by this time so that on every pass she shuddered.

"You have given me so much pleasure, darling. I know you want to dip your salami into me. I, too can hardly wait! Come." And with that she pulled him up by his armpits. He allowed himself to be manouvred up then turned her to bend ovet the seat, one leg on the floor and the other sort of kneeling on the seat leaving her as open as before, if not more. Carl took hold of his very erect cock and lowered his body to place his cockhead on her glistening lips.

"Come in, loverboy!" she urged him. And he thrust his hips forward, burying his whole stem to the hilt. He began movement into her and out again. He felt he needed to place on foot on the seat, and hold himself steady on the back rest with one arm. This added stability allowed him to increase his speed as he mated with her in animal fashion. His hand seemed to abhor freedom and descended to find her bouncing boob. Her excitement soared sharply, driving her over the edge. Her mouth was wide open without producing any sound, but her trembling legs spoke volumes for her.

Her warm juices on his stem sent him into a spiral of orgasmic delight and he poured his seed deep into her womb, which would surely have been fertilised had it been this time last year. Menopause had arrived in the fury of hot flushes and wild swings of temper late in the previous year. Not knowing this, he imagined that he had given her twins, so hot and abundant had his ejaculation seemed to him. His strokes grew slower gradually until his shriveled cock slipped out of her with a plop.

"Wow, Val! That was so wicked and sweet! I should have remembered my poor wife lying in hospital at this present moment."

"If I gave you some comfort, some pleasure, with my company I am glad. I would love for us to keep this intimacy for the rest of our lives."

Neither of them had any idea that at Midwest Nursing Home, Sheila was breathing her last at that precise moment.
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