Summer Ch. 16 Sue and I

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This is the end of the long afternoon. The party is over. Peter and Gwen have left after an amazing sexual performance which stunned everybody. Dave and Jackie have ended up screwing on the couch downstairs in the front room and finally I follow Sue upstairs.

The summer continues.

I watched Sue walk slowly away up the stairs, watching me over her shoulder. She was smiling coyly, a glint of laughter in her eye. Half way up she stopped and turned around, “Well, are you coming or do I have to do this alone?” I shook my head and joining in her laughter I set off after her taking the stairs two at a time. Her long legs skipped up the stairs just ahead, her short dress providing enticing glimpses of what I’d just been feeling. Halfway up she stopped and half turned towards me, “Catch me if you can,” she laughed and set off up the stairs at a run.

I needed no second asking and chased after her. Despite her speed and head start I managed to grab her ankle as she reached the top step and she fell forward onto the landing. I was on top of her before she had time to get away and sitting astride her I pinned her arms above her head. She laughed and struggled but I held her firm. “Caught you,” I said, “what do I get for it?”

She looked up at me and smiled, “What do you want?”” she asked coyly, “you seem to have me at the disadvantage.”

“So I do,” I said, shifting my weight further down her body so I was sitting astride her thighs. “What are you offering?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “Search me,” she said with a roll of her eyes. I smiled down at her,

“That’s the best idea you’ve had all day,” I said and she shrugged her shoulders with a smile.

“I try to help” she said modestly. Reaching down between us I pulled her dress up and over her hips. She licked her lips appreciatively.

“No preliminaries,” I said quietly, “I want to see you cum.” Her eyes visibly hooded at my words, almost cat like and a low growl of anticipation seemed to emanate from somewhere inside her. I ran my free hand down her stomach and down between her legs. She arched her back at my touch. She was already extremely excited. My fingers slid wetly inside her and she groaned with pleasure. I released her hands and sat upright but her arms stayed above her head, she was intent on what was happening between her legs, the excitement of the morning and afternoon had built a desire that needed fulfilling, and quickly.

Leaning back for a better view I pulled her dress higher up her body baring her hips and her taut, flat stomach. I pushed deeper inside her and she writhed against my fingers. “Are you ready to cum?” I asked, as she pushed back at me, her juices coating my hand.

“God yes!” she hissed through gritted teeth, “I’ve been ready all afternoon! Just bloody stop talking will you and make me cum!” I pressed harder and her hips rose up off the carpet, I moved from astride her to kneel between her legs forcing her legs wider. I released her hands and she cried out as I reached down and my fingers found her erect clitoris.

“It’s all over now I think,” I said quietly as she rose against my fingers, arching like a bow towards the ceiling, her own fingers digging claw like into the carpet as she fought the waves that were washing through her, threatening to drown her. She cried out and bucked, stretching every sinew as she came, pushing against me, trying to force my fingers deeper inside. Finally she shuddered, a last series of spasms’ that literally shook her from tip to toe, each accompanied by a small ‘Oh Christ!!’ until she lay still.

After a while she opened her eyes as if just coming round from a deep sleep and she looked up at me with self satisfied smile. “Wow,” she said, “I needed that.” I moved back and she sat up, her dress falling back to cover her recently somewhat threadbare modesty. “Oh boy,” she said again, more to herself than to me, “that almost took my head off. Oh wow!” She smoothed herself down and leaned back on her outstretched arms. “Bloody hell I needed that! I was so turned on by this afternoon that I thought I was going to explode!”

I sat back against the wall and admired her long shapely legs stretched out in front of her. “Who got you so excited? Pete and Gwen or Dave and Jackie?”

“All of them!” Sue offered, her eyes wide with excitement and disbelief. “Oh, and you of course,” she offered as an afterthought, a sop to my role in making her cum. “But wow! Where did all that come from? Can you believe Gwen? Gwen of all people! She’s been a prude all her life. Quietest of the group.” She shook her head again laughing quietly. “‘Not a virgin’ eh?” She asked herself, “I wonder who that could have been? She certainly played us for idiots. The sly old fox!”

I Laughed, “Well she’s certainly not a virgin now, we can all testify to that.”

Sue looked at me her eyes even wider, her hand to her mouth, “My God! Did you see the size of Pete’s willie, it was huge!”

I shrugged my shoulders, “I thought everyone Anadolu Yakası Escort knew. All the guy’s have known about it since Pete took his first pee in the toilets in the infant school.” It was my turn to shake my head, “Never seen it raised in anger though. Must admit it was quite impressive.”

It was Sue’s turn to laugh, “Quite impressive? Bloody hell it was massive! How Gwen took all that I’ll never know.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” I said and smiled ruefully. “The way Pete was looking at you and Jackie I think that now you well might be on his list.”

“You presented me to him,” Sue said defensively, “you held my dress up for him to have a look. What was I supposed to do?”

“Object?” I offered, “Besides, he’s already had his fingers inside you; you put them there.”

Sue nodded and looked down, “It was all just so exciting. I couldn’t help myself.”

I smiled again, trying to be manly, “I know, we all felt the same way.” Sue looked up hopefully, unsure of herself, of how she felt or how she felt she should feel, “Did you? Did you honestly?”

“‘Course I did, everyone did. Look at those two downstairs now. Jackie couldn’t wait to get her legs open; and I’ll bet Dave’s still inside her!”

Sue smiled somewhat sadly. “When did all this get so complicated? I did not want it to be like this.”

“Like what?”

“I thought it would be different somehow, without all this background noise.”

“Background Noise?”

“You know, other people, situations ….” she trailed off ineffectually, “I never thought it would be so crowded?”

“You, Dave,” she paused and looked at me, “Mike, Roy, my cousins, the man in the cinema ….” her voice trailed off.

“The list keeps going on,” I said shrugging my shoulders. She gave a wry smile in response.

She held her dress up and I could see the love bites on her stomach, just above her groin. “From this morning,” she said apologetically, “a present from my cousins. They thought that families should be closer than I expected.” She dropped her dress, her wide blue eyes looking up at me, “For what it’s worth I didn’t ask for it to happen, it just did; and I did put up a fight.”

“But you enjoyed it when it happened,” I said, a statement not a question. She looked down at her hands.

“Yes,” she answered truthfully.

“Like the man in the cinema.”

She nodded, “Like the man in the cinema; although that’s not really fair, you enjoyed that as well didn’t you?”

“Did I? I don’t remember it quite that way.”

“Really? I seem to remember you getting so excited you actually joined in.” I nodded reluctantly; I had enjoyed it, immensely if the truth was told. “Complicated isn’t it?” she said tapping her feet together like Dorothy.

“You’ve been busy,” I said unkindly, trying to sort out my own feelings.

“Not really,” she said, “Until today it was mainly you and Dave and you know it was. Today was slightly out of control.”

“And the man in the cinema?”

“That was just incredibly exciting,” she said and I nodded, I could not disagree.

“And the usher in his cubicle?”

She nodded frowning, “That was scary at first but exciting looking back on it. Closest I’ve ever come to being raped, until today that is.” I looked confused, “My cousins,” she said by way of explanation. I just nodded and shrugged.

“I didn’t realise what we were starting,” I said, almost an apology and Sue laughed wryly.

“Don’t give me that. You knew exactly what you were starting and you were happy with it while it just involved you, me and Dave. It’s just when the others appeared and joined in that you’ve all got upset, especially Dave. I’ve gone a bit ‘wayward’ that’s all, found that I loved the sex you introduced me to and I’ve gone further than you all expected. Not your private little plaything any more. You knew what you were starting alright, you knew exactly what you were starting you just didn’t know where it would end up.”

“I still don’t.” I said with a wry smile. “Look at what’s just happened downstairs, who would have guessed? The ripples are still spreading on the pond.”

Sue looked at her knees and dusted herself off determinedly, “Well you do know where it’s going to end up today don’t you? It’s going to end up here, in bed, you and me. Just you and me. And we are going to finish what you started.” She looked at me. “That’s if you still want to,” she asked, suddenly serious, patting the floor beside her. and I shuffled over. I nodded and smiled. “But I’m not going to bed with all those others,” she said and I looked at her. “You have to promise me that. You won’t be thinking about the others when we make love.”

“I promise,” I said solemnly.

“I’m going to have a bath first. Wash away the sins of the day.” She stood up and smoothed her dress down, “You coming?” she asked, offering me her hand.

The bathroom was small and painted a bright almost sickly yellow, other than that it was Bostancı Escort a fairly standard council house bathroom, functional and utility. Sue turned the taps on full and poured in a liberal measure of bath oil. The steam immediately began to rise as the bubbles formed giving the impression that the water was boiling and the bubbles themselves were steaming. We walked out and into the bedroom and she turned her back to me, bending her head and pulling her hair clear. As bidden I unbuttoned the back of her dress and leaned forward to kiss the nape of her neck. She laughed, deep in the back of her throat, a rich, sexy, woman’s laugh. “That’s more like it” she said throatily, “a little romance. The sure way to get between a girl’s legs.”

“Sounds like a good game plan to me,” I said taking hold of the hem of her dress. I lifted it and pulled it over her head. She raised her arms to allow me to pull it off. She dropped the dress on the floor and stood with her back to me, her shoulders rounded.

“Unhook me,” she said and I released the clasp on her bra. She pulled it forward off her arms and let it join her dress on the floor. She crossed her arms over her chest demurely and stood with back to me, naked as the day she was born. I stood close behind and put my arms around her, finding her hands and gently pulling her arms down from her chest. There was no resistance, just that delicious throaty laugh again. Taking her breasts in my hands I pulled her back into my chest. I looked over her shoulder and saw that she was watching herself in the long mirror mounted on the wall, watching herself watching my hands at her breasts.

“Like what you see?” I asked and she smiled, her eyes following my hands as they moved across her breasts, pulling gently at her nipples before moving on down her body, grazing briefly across her pubic hair, drawing a sharp intake of breath as my fingers found the lips of her sex. She rested her head back against my shoulder, her eyes still following my hands, one at her breast and the other between her legs, looking like a live original, a warm and breathing illustration for Botticelli’s Venus. I pushed my knee gently between her legs from behind and her legs opened. I opened her sex with my fingers and her eyes hooded with arousal at the sight of her own shining coral pink lips. I slipped a finger into her sex and she closed her eyes with a sigh. “Open them,” I instructed and she obeyed, “you’re going to watch yourself cum.” She looked into my eyes in the mirror and her face took on a wistful, dreamy sort of smile.

“OK.” She said quietly, “if I must.” She settled back, resting against my leg and chest and she opened her legs.

Using both hands I opened her legs as wide as I could, making her stretch, forcing her sex to open before our eyes. She gasped at the sight, her glistening lips moving apart, parting and curling back like a choreographed ballet. “Really beautiful,” I murmured in her ear and she half smiled, distracted, disarmed and beguiled by the unexpected and unrestrained display of her own sex. “Don’t you think it’s beautiful?” I asked quietly. Her sex reflected quietly back on the question. “Makes you want to touch it doesn’t it?” I asked and she responded with an almost imperceptible nod. I reached between her legs and ran my finger very gently the length of her and Sue shuddered. I reached the top of her sex and opened her lips exposing the small hooded bud of her clitoris. Sue’s eyes narrowed warily as she studied the small innocuous cowl that covered the exquisitely sensitive treasure beneath. There was a sharp intake of breath as with a fingertip I drew back the hood to expose the pearl like protuberance beneath.

“Behold,” I said dramatically, like a conjurer with a trick, “your delight; and your nemesis.” Sue looked up and studied my face. “Any bloke who gets into your knickers and his finger on this can have you; and you know it. You just collapse.”

“Most of the time I just cannot cope. It’s almost too sensitive.” She said quietly and seriously, her eyes on my finger which was still exposing her small clitoris. I slid my finger over the soft bud of skin and Sue closed her eyes and rocked back against me, her breath escaping like scalding steam. I stroked her for a few seconds more and then stopped. She shuddered and slowly opened her eyes. “It’s almost like a blackout,” she said quietly, “like some kind of seizure, an explosion of fireworks in your head.” She studied her clitoris again, almost in wonder at the power it had over her. “He takes me over,” she said at last, “robs me of thought; robs me of everything.”

“Even when you do it yourself?”

“Sometimes, I have to stop, but mostly I can control it when I do it.”

“So do it for me.”

Sue looked at me and then back at her clitoris nestling innocently between her shining lips. She looked up at me again before her hand slid slowly down between her legs. “Show me how you cum,” I whispered and her fingers parted the lips of her sex, exploring her own desires. Ümraniye Escort She breathed in as she began to caress the soft folds of her vagina, watching them move under her fingers. She glanced at me almost furtively as first one and then another finger slipped silently inside her. She lay back against me as her fingers slowly explored the dark recesses of her own vagina, her own sexuality; her fingers gliding between her lips with practiced ease.

“Make yourself cum,” I whispered again and her fingers took up a more determined and explicit rhythm. She lay back against me with her hand between her legs, her fingers moving in and out of her sex. I didn’t touch her other than where she lay against me. We both watched her masturbate, watched the gentle sway of her breasts keeping time with the rhythm of her fingers. Her nipples were hard and cast shadows in the strong light from above. Sweat began to glisten on her skin in the increasingly warm atmosphere. Her fingers began to move more rapidly, slick within the folds of her sex, her breathing becoming laboured. She watched the light flashing on her juices and heard the sounds her fingers made.

“Touch your clitoris,” I whispered softly, the slave at his Masters shoulder and her fingers slid higher up her sex. She stiffened as her fingers drew back the protective covering and conjured sudden fire from between her legs. Her tongue darted out and wet her lips as her fingers moved over the same small point, slick circular movements lubricated with her own juices. She began to tremble as the flames burned up through her tummy and into her chest. Her fingers stroked the fire between her legs and her breasts glowed, her nipples ignited and burned with wild, bright intensity. Finally she cried out as the fire engulfed her completely. Her fingers twitched erratically at her sex and her body shook, she clasped her legs together, trapping her own hand between them. I wrapped my arms around her as the violence of the climax took her, holding her, keeping her safe. She rocked and cried out, her fingers plucking the last drops of ecstasy from between her legs until finally she fell silent, rolling forward, deflating, shuddering fitfully as the aftershocks of her self-induced climax rocked through her.

She sat quietly for a while as the room slowly came back into perspective. I held her until full awareness had returned. “Oh my God,” she said looking around her, pushing a hand distractedly through her hair, “that was a wild one. I’m sorry,” she said embarrassed.

“What for?” I asked and she shrugged her shoulders, her breasts moving enticingly with the gesture. “I thought it was fantastic,” I offered truthfully and she smiled gratefully.

“You should know, you’re the expert on seeing me cum.”

“It’s been a while.” I said and laughed.

“Well that made up for it I hope.” She stood up on shaky legs and turned to look at me, “I’ve never seen myself before, cum I mean, like that, between my legs…” she finished hesitantly, her voice trailing away. She was embarrassed, she had exposed herself completely in every sense of the word and now she was unsure.

“I loved it,” I tried to reassure her; “I thought it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.”

“Honestly?” She asked, the young girl showing through the beautiful, naked young woman.

“Honestly,” I said laughing. “Your bath is still running.”

“Hell!” She said and ran from the room.

I followed her into the steam filled bathroom. The bath was full of bubbles. “Caught it just in time,” she said adding some cold water to the mix. “Jacks and I are always in trouble for letting the bath overflow. Dad reckons the floor will rot and one day we’ll end up sitting in the bath in the lounge.” I smiled at her rambling monologue, an antidote to her recent embarrassment. She swirled the water with her hand testing and equalising the temperature. When she was satisfied she stood up and looked me up and down. “Are you getting in with your clothes on?”

“Your clothes, you’re still wearing them. Aren’t you getting in with me?”

I laughed somewhat coyly, “I’ve never done this before.”

“Neither have I; but there again, I’ve never watched myself cum before and I really enjoyed that, so who knows, you may even enjoy having a bath with me. What do you think?”

“I’m willing to give it a try if you are.”

“Loose the clothes,” she said and stepped into the bath. I needed no second bidding and I quickly discarded my clothes as I watched her settle slowly down into the foamy water.

“Move up a bit” I said as I stepped between her legs.

“Easy,” she said as she shuffled back, “don’t flood the place, “my Dad will kill me.”

“Only if you tell him who was in the bath with you.”

“It’d be you he killed, not me. Although my Mum would stick up for you, she likes you. Although thinking about it she’d probably kill you as well,” she added as an afterthought.

“Not much of a choice either way then.” I settled myself into the water, looping her legs over mine, our crotches almost touching in the small bath.

Sue laughed, “Snug.”

“I think you must have put on weight,” I said and she splashed water at me. I slid my hand down between our bodies and cupped her sex. “Let me check you out,” I said.


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What Is the A-Spot? - Where Is the A-Spot?

May 17, 2024

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You know the saying, “that hits the spot”? There’s a good chance the sex gods were thinking about one spot in particular when they created that phrase: the A-spot.

Yup, the a-spot is an area you most likely didn’t know existed but probably felt a time or two during a very intense, very orgasmic sex session. (And if not, don’t worry—we’ll teach you how to hit it.)

If you’re a fan of penetrative vaginal sex, anal sex, or just want to branch out from your usual routine (love to see it), here’s everything you need to know about the A-spot, and why this little location gives you such a big—huge!—orgasm.

What is the A-spot?

Technically known as the anterior fornix erogenous zone (hence the nickname “A-spot”), the A-spot is a protrusion of the cervix into the vagina creating what is pretty much a little "pleasure pocket," says sexual expert Tyomi Morgan, Sweet Vibes in-house sexpert and founder of Glamerotica101.

Now, not everyone has this mythical spot, so take notes before you start digging around. “People assigned female at birth and cisgender women are the only ones who are able to reach the A-spot,” explains sex therapist Angela Jones, PhD. But because the spot is also referred to as the female degenerated prostate—since it’s located in the same area as the male prostate—you can expect a similar type of stimulation that penis-having folks experience when their P-spot is pleasured.

What does the A-spot do?

“When pressure is applied to the A-spot and [it’s] stimulated, it can make you ‘wetter.’ The nerve endings in this location can also help one achieve orgasm through penetration,” says Dr. Jones. In fact, it’s you’ve experienced an orgasm through penetrative or anal sex, Morgan says there’s a solid chance your A-spot came into play.

The thing is, A-sport orgasms tend to feel a little bit different than the external “playing with the tip of the clit” orgasms you might be accustomed to. “It's a deep, rippling feeling that can be felt deep within the pelvis, and it's accompanied by juicy lubrication,” explains Morgan.

Is the A-spot a legit pleasure spot?

Unlike other more talked about pleasure spots (looking at you, G-spot), the A-spot is actually a legit thing. While the G-spot has been debunked (sorry!), all the experts agree: The A-spot is as real as they come.

In fact, it’s actually just a part of the clitoris but is located internally. “The entire clitoris goes below the surface of the labia, extending into the abdomen, explains SKYN’s sex and intimacy expert Gigi Engle. “The clitoral glans—the part you can see on the outside of the vulva, are just the tip of the iceberg. There are internal wings and bulbs.”

But just because it's technically an area that can provide pleasure, that doesn't mean it will do that for everyone. "For some people, deep penetration and corollary stimulation of the cervix is highly pleasurable. For others, it’s uncomfortable. So it’s really a matter of personal preference," explains Jess O'Reilly PhD, sexologist and global ambassador for WOW Tech.

Even if you find the sweet spot, the fact that most women do not orgasm consistently from penetration or intercourse alone is still important to remember, says Dr. Jess. And if it doesn't get the job done for you, no sweat. "There are plenty of other hot spots on the wondrous body and you still get an A for effort," she says.

Where is the A-spot?

This mysterious erogenous zone is located between the cervix and the bladder, and can be accessed directly via the vagina or indirectly via the anus (don’t worry—we’ll get to this). The spot is on the front wall of the vagina but in the way, wayyy back. In fact, Dr. Jones said it’s usually about 4-6 inches back at the very end of the internal clitoris, so you're going to have to dive deep.

Nevertheless, everyone's different, so it’ll probably take a little bit of experimenting to find exactly what you’re looking for. And the fact that the spot feels like the rest of your vagina to the touch makes it especially tricky to discover. That’s why knowing what you’re doing and honing your technique (or teaching your partner) is essential to hitting it.

How do you find the A-Spot?

To find it, Morgan suggests using a penetrative toy that’s at least five inches in length. Upon inserting it into the vagina, you’ll want to aim for the front of the body using an upward motion.

If you’d rather use your hands to really get a feel for the location, Engle suggests inserting two (clean and lubed up) fingers inside your vagina and pushing them all the way back until you hit a hard spot. You’re essentially just going to keep going until you hit a wall (this is your cervix). “Gently feel around this area with some firmness and notice what you feel,” Engle says. “You may feel some fullness, or you may notice some pleasant sensations. This is the A-spot.”

That said, long nails or short fingers can make this tricky so for some people, so it may be best to stick with a toy.

If you’re still having trouble, Dr. Jones suggests using the front wall of the vagina as a guide. Just slowly follow it along all the way back until you hit the end, then explore that area for sensations. Morgan adds it’s important to breathe deeply and slowly to really relax into the deep penetration and really connect with your body.

Since this will probably feel a little different than the orgasms you’re used to, you’ll have to really concentrate and take things slow to find the sweet spot.

How do you stimulate the A-spot?

It might take a little work to achieve an orgasm this way—and not everyone can, so no stress if it’s not working for you. But you should eliminate distractions and stressors as an essential first step when trying to get there.

You can use your fingers, a toy, or a penis to stimulate the A-spot, but whichever route you choose, all the experts agree it comes down to the same thing: pressure. “The vagina itself has very few touch-sensitive nerve endings,” says Engle. “What it does have is pressure-sensitive nerve endings. You’ll need to push and firmly touch the area to ignite feelings of pleasure.”

You can only access the A-spot through deep penetration, which is why sometimes fingers don’t quite cut it. Whether you’re trying to hit the spot with a partner’s penis or a toy (Dr. Jones suggests a dildo that curves at the end), it’s important to stroke towards the front of the vagina/body or using a swishing, side-to-side motion along the front wall of the vagina.

What are the best A-spot sex positions?

There are dozens of ways to hit the A-spot, but the central theme of all of them is deep penetration. Doggy style is great because the penetrator has plenty of leverage and control to reach the back of the vagina. When trying to hit the A-spot with doggy, you’ll want to use a downward stroke, so the penis or toy is rubbing along the front wall of the vagina as opposed to the back.

Cowgirl position (where the person being penetrated is on top) is another great way to stimulate the A-spot, and it gives a little more control to the vagina-haver, which means you can adjust the depth, the angle, and the direction of the trusts to better locate this erogenous zone.

Additionally, the classic missionary position with the bottom person’s legs elevated and spread (like the happy baby position in yoga) will provide ultra-deep penetration and give you some of that romantic eye contact and connection feels. You’ll want to utilize an upward stroke (toward the front of the body) in order to stimulate the A-spot when opting for missionary, advises Morgan.

How does anal sex fit into the mix?

One major way people with vaginas experience A-spot orgasms is through anal sex—yup, that’s another reason why it’s called the A-spot. It turns out, the back clitoris (remember, it's lonnnnggg) can actually be indirectly stimulated through anal sex.

In fact, Engle says this is one of the reasons some of your clitoris-owning friends love—and even experience orgasms—during anal. “The vaginal wall and rectum are only separated by a thin layer of tissue. So, when some people have anal sex (or anal play), the toy or penis pushes against the rectal wall, activating the A-spot,” she says.

Any other tips for getting the perfect A-spot orgasm?

I know we say it a lot, but even Dr. Jones agrees: Lube is definitely a game-changer when it comes to most every type of sex, but especially when you're trying to find the A-spot since it provides comfort and an easy-glide situation.

You can also incorporate a dual vibrator or rabbit-style toy, which will create both internal and external stimulation (which in turn, causes the clitoris to become fully engorged and sensitive). Ultimately, just relaxing, breathing, and doing a little self-exploration will help you on your quest.

“The A-spot is just one place to explore that can bring pleasure,” says Dr. Jones. “Just remember, it’s okay to not enjoy stimulating your A-spot—it’s not for everyone. Own your pleasure and keep exploring.” Happy searching!

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The Violet Guard Spanks Ch. 02

Suddenly Samuel was standing next to her, her blouse and skirt and undergarments in his hand. Seona remember her state, and grabbed the clothes off him, trying to cover her nakedness. It was too late, of course. Samuel had seen everything his big sister had to offer, and more importantly, had seen the flaming red of her bottom.

'What's going on?' questioned Samuel

'Nothing' blushed Seona, but she knew that he would be more persistent then to just shrug this off.

'Oh?' he said 'Then why are you naked? And who was that and why did he leave so quickly? And most of all...' he lowered his voice into a gleeful, spiteful tone 'why did he spank your bottom?'

Seona sighed. 'I don't know who he is. Well, I do to a degree. He's a Violet Guard. And I let him spank me because I had to, I didn't have much choice, did I? You try saying now to the King's chosen men'

She pulled her skirt on up over her bloomers, and stuck her tongue out at Samuel. She turned to walk off, but his voice called out after her.

'I'm going to tell Father' came his taunt, and it stopped Seona in her tracks. She turned to face her brother.

'Don't you dare' she threatened him, but she knew she was in no position to be making such threats.

'Then tell me what was going on' her brother demanded, softly

'Nothing' sighed Seona. 'I was bathing in the stream and he came up. At first I was angry, but then I saw who he was'

'Violet Guard' added Samuel

'Yes' continued Seona 'And I knew that I had to obey him. We didn't do anything, he just made me show him my body, and then he spanked me'

Samuel laughed.

'Why did he spank you?' 'He said he was out looking for a girl to spank' replied Seona

'Haha' laughed Samuel 'My kind of man'

'It's not funny' snapped Seona 'It really hurt!' She was trying her best to conceal the fact that she had thoroughly enjoyed the Guard's treatment. 'And then you came and he ran off'

'I'm still going to tell Father' teased Samuel, and before Seona could say anything, he had turned and was running away through the forest.

Seona cursed him. No doubt she would get a whipping from her father if he found out what had transpired. And no doubt her father would not believe that nothing else had happened. But she wasn't afraid of the whipping. She was afraid that he might not let her attend Winters Pageant. She knew that attending was the last chance she would have to find the guard, before he left in a few days and returned to his village.

She walked slowly back to the village, her stomach was turning at the thought of what her Father would say, and she tears were welling up in her eyes at the prospect of not being allowed to attend the festival, to find the Patrick who had spanked and masturbated her with such passion.

She walked straight home when she got to the village. People said hello to her, greeting her warmly, in fact the whole village was abuzz with the impending festivities. The goods for trade were packed and ready, and the men and women of the village were busying themselves getting ready for the first feast.

She entered the thatched roof hut she called home, and saw Samuel sitting with her Father, and her older brother Jacob. She had two older brothers, and three younger. Jacob was twenty four, and looked at her with a knowing smile. No chance that Samuel had kept his mouth shut, then.

'Boys, I need to be alone with Seona' said her Father, and Seona's bottom lip quivered.

Jacob and Samuel got up and walked outside, grinning at Seona as they passed her. She felt her face grow red and hot.

'So Seona' her Father started 'I heard about your little encounter in the woods this morning'

'Yes Daddy' said Seona, desperately trying to win him over with her charms.

'And if you think I'm going to be okay with any daughter of mine parading naked around the forest with strange men, then you've got another thing coming'

"No Daddy' pleaded Seona 'It wasn't like that'

But her pleas fell on deaf ears, just as she suspected they would. Her father stood from his chair and took the thin snappy rod down from its prominent place on their wall. Seona hated the tiny instrument, able to cause great pain to her backside.

'Take off your clothes' said her Father 'I'm going to teach you a lesson about respecting yourself. This'll be the last time Samuel ever has to tell me about your naughty little escapades with members of our Guard'

Seona looked at him pleadingly, but she knew it was no good. In her mind she knew she had done nothing wrong, done nothing to deserve her Father's whipping, and that there was nothing she could have done to stop the will of Patrick earlier that morning. But she also knew that her Father was intent on whipping her, and that she would have to submit her curved bottom to punishment for the second time that day.

She slipped her simple blouse up over her head, exposing her small bosom to her Father. Then she let her skirt fall to the ground and stood there, in just her bloomers. It had been years since her Father had found it necessary to whip her, but she knew that these would be coming down to.

She hooked her fingers into her bloomers and dropped them to her feet, then stepped out of them. Her father motioned for her to assume the position, lying down across their bare table in the middle of the room.

She did so, and when her Father caught sight of her exposed bottom, he whistled a tiny spot of air between his lips. He was taken aback by the already enflamed state of her bottom.

'So I see Samuel wasn't exaggerating' he said to the bent over Seona. 'That Guard really took to your backside'

Seona nodded, her breasts pushed tight against the harsh wood grain of the table, her round globes sticking up, spanked and sore.

'Well don't think that means you'll be getting it any easier from me' stated her Father 'Of all the ideas, letting a perfect stranger take to you and spank you'

He paused for a moment before the whipping. Memories of his methods of dealing with her came flooding back. This was one of the times in the punishments that she hated the most, when he deliberately made her wait, allowing her to focus on and absorb the impending punishment.

Then without a word, he drew back the thin rod and whipped it into her already sore bottom. Seona had never been whipped on an already spanked bottom before, and the pain was intense. It was a sinister and harsh punishment to begin with, but on an already sore and bruised bottom, it only further intensified the pain she had already felt, causing her to cry out.

'Shout all you want' her Father said 'And the neighbours will just know that even as a young lady you still need to be whipped into line. I don't mind'

Seona bit her bottom lip, not wanting to call out and alert the next huts in the village of the juvenile punishment her Father was bestowing upon her. But when the next strike came, only slightly above where the first had been, she knew it would be impossible to stay silent.

Seona's hands gripped the side of the table. Her Father was a master aim with the rod, and his accuracy caused her to shudder and stick her butt out, inviting further swats. The tears had already started rolling down her face, and she was breathing heavily.

He let Seona catch her breath, and then he whipped the thin wooden rod through the air and smacked it into her bottom. He could see the faint line begin to form, harder to see because of the already red nature of his daughter's bottom.

He whipped her again. Normally he enjoyed the sense of progress of seeing one of his children's bottoms turn from white to an angry red, punctuated by the thin lines of the rod, but in Seona's state it was impossible to notice the change.

This only served to make him more furious, more frequent with his strokes. Seona cried and shook, but held her place on the table. The pain striking across her buttocks was intense, reinforcing the terrible punishment she had felt at Patrick's hands.

He continued, sprinkling her bottom with a liberal amount of hits from the vicious implement. When he had finished, Seona was breathless and sobbing, her bottom was a bright red, with welts criss-crossed all over it.

'Stand' he ordered.

Seona stood, and turned to face him. She wondered if he had noticed the growing wetness in her vagina. She couldn't help it. There was nothing erotic or enjoyable about his whipping, but the attention to her spanked bottom had forced back the memory of being across Patrick's knee, over his hand smacking her, and of the delicious orgasm he had given to her.

'Now have you learnt your lesson girl?' asked her Father

'Yes' sobbed out Seona 'I have Daddy'

'Good' he said, and then his next words took her by complete surprise 'Now tell me about this man of yours'

'What? What Daddy?' asked a confused Seona

'Samuel said he saw you too hugging in the forest. I want to know just how much is going on between you' he smiled lovingly 'It's nice to see my little girl all grown up'

Standing there naked in front of her Father who had just whipped her, her blaring red bottom exposed and stinging, she certainly didn't feel grown up. But her Father's tone was genuine, and even a little proud.

'His name is Patrick' said the breathless Seona, making no move to cover herself up 'He's a Violet Guard. He's here for Winters Pageant and...' she paused, trying to think how to phrase her next words. 'And I really like him'

Her Father beamed with pride. He stepped forward and embraced the naked Seona. He gently kissed her cheeks, then stepped back, still holding her in his arms and smiled widely at her.

'And what did he say to you?' asked her Father

'Nothing' said Seona, letting her hands drop behind her and rub her fleshy bottom. 'One minute he was smiling and introducing himself, but as soon as he saw Samuel he jumped on his horse and rode off'

'Hmmm' her Father frowned. 'Well that's certainly a little odd. I don't know too many men who'd be frightened of little Samuel, let alone a man riding under the King's orders as a Violet Guard'

Seona nodded. She too had been running over in her mind possible reasons for his sudden flight. What she had settled on was the most obvious – even as a Violet Guard he was still in abuse of his powers to just roam around looking for women to spank. It was better for him to flee the scene of the crime then to face the accusations of the villagers.

'What emblem did he have on him?' asked her Father 'On his arm and chest?'

'The Violet Guard one' she answered, confused 'King Farrow's coat of arms'

'Yes honey' soothed her Father 'But he would have had another, too. Next to it'

'Oh' said Seona, and her mind flashed back. There was indeed a second image, next to the triumphant roaring horse and crossed swords that made up Farrow's emblem.

'It was an eagle' she said, remembering 'An eagle swooping down'

'Ahh' said her Father, seemingly pleased with her self 'Far Ridge Swoop, no doubt. He's travelled a long way to be here. Well I have good news for you baby, it shouldn't be too hard to find your mystery Guard again.

Seona's attention had up until now been mostly focused on her bottom. But on hearing that reaching Patrick again was, not only possible, but easy to do, her ears pricked up.

'At the feast tonight all the Guard's will be arranged via the areas from which they've come' explained her Father 'And I'm sure a serving girl could easily make her way to speak to a particular Guard from Far Ridge'

'But I'm not a serving girl' stammered the naked Seona

Her Fathers grin widened still. 'I have a surprise for you Seona. I organised it with Roderick, months ago. You won't be eating with us commoners tonight, oh no. You'll be serving the best Guards and Royalty this land has to offer. And I dare say the food they'll give you afterwards will be a fair shade tasty then our'

Roderick was an assistant to one of the main cooks in Fairport. Due to the close locale of he village, he was often here, buying wild boar or extra grains, or local spices. He and Seona's father had sparked a friendship up over his many visits to their village, and his position within Fairport had always made Seona slightly jealous.

A serving girl, from the information that Seona had gathered from the older girls in the village, was one of the most sought after and envied roles in the entire Winters Pageant. You ate after the others, and you were forced to wait on the men of the Guard, but oh that was a small price to pay.

Serving girls were constantly around the Guards and the King's sons and their aristocratic friends. It would only take a sweet smile, or a fateful glance, and a serving girl could find herself swept away, to a life of luxury, wealth, even royalty.

How her father had managed to get the cook's assistant to pull the strings and allow Seona to serve in this prestigious position she did not know, but the young girl was delighted. She practically jumped at her father, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting kisses all over his face. She had completely forgotten that only moments ago she had cursed his name, as she lay bare across the table while he whipped her.

'Get dressed baby' he said 'You'll need to report to Fairport before nightfall, so you'll need to start getting ready'

His entire disposition was changed. Seona loved this about the way her Father spanked. It was stern and strict and no-nonsense, but as soon as the punishment was delivered, she was his little girl again. She could see the hope in his eyes that a Guard of such a high order might be interested in her, and could feel the anticipation in both of them that the night would go well, and that she would meet with Patrick again.

Just before nightfall she headed off to Fairport. It was a fair walk, but the cool winter night and the excitement of the festival propelled her along, made her walk seem like nothing at all. To be a serving girl was one thing, a privilege and honour all in itself, but the added promise of making contact with Patrick again stirred her loins and made her blush and smile to herself.

As she neared the gates of the grand city, her mind wandered to thoughts of herself over the handsome Guard's knee. She replayed the scenario again and again in her head. The powerful blows to her bottom, sending it red and sending her into fits of pain. And then the intoxicating feeling of entry, of penetration from his hand, that had sent her over the edge. She longed for him.

She walked straight to the main serving tables, and saw a large group of young women standing, being addressed by another young lady. She walked quickly over to them. The young lady giving the speech had bright red hair, and her pale undamaged skin made it obvious that she was a citizen of Fairport, not a villager like Seona.

In fact, looking around, she could see nobody else that she recognised amongst the crowd of girls. A few of them had the worn, tanned skin of country girls, but the vast majority seemed to be delicate sisters and daughters of Fairport. One girl, with shiny blonde hair, straight down her back, and the pale skin and delicate features of the others, caught her eye and smiled.

The red-haired lady finished speaking. It had just been a welcoming address, and the glare she shot at Seona who had arrived late seemed unnecessary. The girls were to find their way to the Castle's main kitchen in half an hour, until then they were to make any final adjustments to their clothes or appearances that needed to be done.

The pretty blonde haired girl who had smiled at Seona walked over to her.

'Hi' she said, 'I'm Georgia. I'm Roderick's sister, and you must be Seona'

'Yes' said Seona 'How did you know who I am?'

'Oh Roderick's described me to you. I'm just eighteen as well' she said 'And Roderick got me a job as a server, just like you'

For the next half and hour the two girls chatted like old friends, or long lost sisters. Georgia was a pleasant girl, instantly likeable, who had spent her life living in Fairport. She was excited by the prospect of the feast, because she was ready to find herself a husband, and settle down into a new life.

'What about you?' Georgia asked 'Are you hoping to catch a man's attention tonight?'

Seona wasn't going to mention him, but thinking about him again was too much, and she gushed out to Georgia the details of her meeting with Patrick. The spanking he had given her, the powerful dominance his uniform commanded, even the sexual release she had experienced over his knee.

Georgia was taken aback, but instantly clapped her hands together and smiled at the nervous Seona.

'Oh that's wonderful' Georgia cried 'He'll surely be here tonight, and I'm sure he'll be happy to see you. Looks like you'll have another red bottom and a right good rogering before the night is out'

Seona blushed. Georgia was experienced, and talked openly of sex, but it was a whole new world, only properly opened to her that very morning, and Georgia's words made her feel giddy and light headed.

'My Father whipped me when I got back' she told Georgia, not embarrassed at all to be revealing these personal details to the lovely girl. 'But he seems very happy. I don't think he'd ever dreamed I'd find a Guard that was interested in me'

Georgia and Seona continued chatting about their various lives, but Seona's mind wandered to the other girl's earlier words. There was no doubt about it, that if he had been so eager to spank her that morning at the lake, that Patrick would be the kind of man who would enjoy spanking her again.

Normally the concept would infuriate or embarrass Seona, but at that moment, she could think of nothing better that she would like to do then to go over the powerful Guard's lap, and have her bottom spanked red.

And the rogering. Seona was a virgin, but that thought of a good sound fucking was a powerful desire. Oh how she longed to be taken across this man's knee, put in her place, and then forced to submit to the will of his body. Her pussy gushed, and she wondered how she would get through the night.

Georgia and Seona found their way to the Castle's kitchen. They were late again, but this time the red-haired lady (Kristiana was her name, Georgia had told Seona) stopped what she was saying.

'Where have you two been?' demanded Kristiana

'Sorry ma'am' said Georgia 'We just lost track of time'

Kristiana walked through the crowd to face the two girls.

'Not good enough' she snapped, reaching behind them in turn and laying a series of quick, hard smacks to each of their rears. Georgia opened her mouth, but didn't cry out, but the force of the hits on Seona's already damaged backside caused her to shout and moan.

'You'd better get used to it' said Kristiana, to Seona 'When the mead flows and the Guards eat, you can bet your bottom dollar they like to turn a few girls over the knees. Not to mention that they're not shy about slapping any bottom that happens to be walking by'

Seona nodded. She would readily have draped herself down across Patrick's lap and taken the pain, but the thought of hundreds of drunken men groping and slapping at her tender rear was a hideous idea.

Kristiana went over the basics of the serving job. It was fairly simple, bringing the plates of food and setting them on the tables, making sure the Guards had what they wanted, not answering back and taking whatever slaps or insults came their way.

'Mugs are always to be full' snapped Kristiana 'Last year we had a young girl working as a server who missed a mug, and the Guard rightfully bared that bottom and spanked her in front of the entire feast table. Unfortunately for her, by the time he was finished, another had finished his mug. So she was spanked again. And this went on until nearly all the men at her table had smacked her little bottom into a dark shade of red'

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tagInterracial LoveJungle Fever

Jungle Fever

The first thing I noticed when we deplaned from the C-130 transport in La Ceiba, Honduras was the sweltering heat and humidity radiating from the tarmac which served the local Honduran military outpost a few miles away. I was part of a Marine Corps forward deployed training group, back in the early 1980s, whose mission was to prepare the Honduran army regiment at La Ceiba to participate in a joint U. S. Military air, land and sea assault exercise.

The exercise was designed to show the flag and rattle the sabers in sight of the communist dictator in Nicaragua. There were about five officers and 10 enlisted marines in our group, and we were transported by bus to the Honduran army compound. The officers were put up in the officer quarters, along with the Honduran officers. I shared a room with another lieutenant by the name of Jose. We became good friends and he became my tour guide on our liberty trip into town that night.

Southern Command regulations required us to wear our cammies while on liberty so that we could be clearly identified as American troops. The Honduran army escorted us around town with an armed entourage of plain clothes military police. Nicaraguan rebels had been known to commit random acts of terrorism, so I did not feel too comfortable at first, being unarmed myself. But as the night wore on I realized that we were well protected, and the locals were very friendly people who were really glad to see us.

We stopped at several bars and had a few beers. Our host then bussed us to a whore house, thinking that everyone of us would want to get laid in the Latin tradition. Since most of the officers were married, and we didn't have a good feeling about the threat of STDs our first night in country, we politely declined their offer.

Around midnight, we finally ended up at a large, open air disco that was very crowded with young men and women. Jose bought us a couple of cold beers and we sat by ourselves at a table, listening to the seductive music and watching the young hot and sweaty bodies grinding away on the dance floor. I had been chosen for this mission because of my fluency in Spanish. I had spent several years stationed in Spain, and studied the language at an extension university under the tutelage of a real Spanish professor. Whenever I conversed in Spanish I always got a lot of attention from the locals, who were amazed that a blond-haired, blue-eyed gringo could speak such good Spanish.

As we sat next to the dance floor with a pretty good buzz going on, I caught the eye of a very beautiful young senorita sitting at a table with three other young ladies, about 20 feet away. I smiled at her and she smiled back, shyly, showing a perfect set of pearl white teeth, which contrasted distinctly with her dark, shoulder length hair and her almond colored skin.

For the next 10 minutes we continued to play peek-a-boo with each other, as she giggled and whispered with her young friends. I mentioned to Jose how beautiful she was and he asked me if I wanted to meet her. Hesitating only momentarily, and under the influence of the cold beer, I replied that I did want to meet her.

Jose got up and walked over to her table and leaned over and whispered something into her ear. He then stepped back and grasped her chair as she got up and followed him back to our table. I stood up and politely offered my hand as I introduced myself. She again smiled a shy smile, glancing down at her feet as she reached out and lightly shook my hand. As graciously as I could, I bowed my head and gently kissed her hand, in my best impression of Zorro! Her fingers were very long and delicate, her skin smooth and soft to the touch, and I could see that her nails were well manicured and painted a deep ruby red.

She told me her name was Elisa and that she was 18 years old. She was wearing a simple knee length, white cotton sundress that accentuated her striking figure. She looked to be about 5'6'' and 120 pounds. The glowing skin of her face, arms and legs was flawless and smooth, without any visible imperfections. She had dark brown eyes set on top of high cheek bones, a small but well chiseled nose and chin, and wet, full lips which were a slightly lighter shade than her creamed coffee colored skin. The hot humid night caused the perspiration on her skin to glisten like a thousand tiny diamonds. The sweet smell of her perfume wafted over to me as she stood before me smiling and looking into my eyes. Her ample visibly breasts rose and fell, as her breathing became slightly labored. She continued to blush as Jose held her chair as she leaned forward from the waist and looked back to sit down.

I got a quick glimpse down the front of her dress and was rewarded with a clear view of her deep cleavage pressed between her ample melon sized breasts that were supported by a simple white cotton bra. The plain natural beauty of this young woman was no less than breathtaking. Her bright white smile and fleshy lips were so intoxicating and inviting.

We ordered a pitcher of sangria and joked and drank for the next hour as I got to know more about her. By the time the second pitcher was empty, we all had a very warm buzz going, and my Spanish had improved considerably. Elisa let me know she enjoyed my company by allowing me to sneak a few quick kisses during which she would flick her tongue out to tease me.

By now it was close to 2:00 am and was time for us to return to the base. As we walked down the unpaved street toward her home, hand in hand, I found myself half-way falling in love, struggling with the fact I was happily married, yet afraid I would never see this beautiful 18 year old senorita again. We dropped her off at her parent's house and I leaned forward to give her another quick kiss, as she looked around to make sure nobody was looking. As we embraced I could feel her full breasts pressed tightly against my chest, my hardening penis rubbing against her hip. She thrust her warm wet tongue into my mouth as I sucked it in then released it, sucking and nibbling on her luscious lips. She finally pushed me away, and with a sly smile she turned and went through the gate leading to her small house.

Jose and I rode back to the base on the bus in virtual silence. I was deep in thought and could not get Elisa off my mind. The next morning I got up early and went to breakfast with Jose in the officer's mess. My fellow Marine officers did not want to chance eating the local food, so they ate MREs while I feasted on eggs, fried fat back, refried black beans, fried platinos, fresh squeeze orange juice and dark rich coffee.

As we ate, I relayed my feeling about Elisa to Jose. He told me that the camp commander was planning a party that weekend, and he would go out in town and look for her and bring her onto the compound to the party. I was elated at the thought of getting to meet her again, and it was difficult to keep my mind on the jungle training we conducted the rest of the week.

On Friday, by 1900, we were done for the day. I was soaked with sweat and completely worn out. I went back to the room I shared with Jose and stripped down and took a cool, invigorating shower. By 2000 I was fully refreshed, had put on a clean set of cammies, and made my way across the parade field to the officer's club.

After having a few drinks with the post commander, a bus-load of hookers arrived. They came into the club, and the drinking and partying began in earnest. Most of the officers, who were married, stood off to the side with the camp commander drinking brandy, while the young enlisted marines partied with the pretty senoritas. By 2300 I was ready to go to bed, and somewhat disappointed that Jose had not yet returned from town with Elisa. I was resigned to the fact that I would probably never see her again.

As I walked back across the moon lit compound I heard a voice hoarsely whisper my name. I looked to my right, and there was Jose, and standing next to him was my darling Elisa. She gave me a big smile as I walked up to her and put my arms around her, kissing her deeply. Jose told me he was going to sleep at home that night with his wife, and I would have his room all to myself. He smiled a knowing smile and winked as he turned and walked away.

I grasp Elisa's hand and ask her if she wanted to go to my room. She squeezed my hand and nodded in the affirmative with a bright smile, and turned with me toward the officer barracks. We could hear the laughter and revelry of the party continuing on in the club as we made our way upstairs and into my room.

Elisa stood in the middle of the dimly lit room as I turned and locked the door. She looked radiant in her pale white dress under the light from a table lamp across the room. I turned toward her and reached out and pulled her close to my body, running my hands up and down her back as we kissed each other passionately. Her body was hot to the touch as our tongues mingled together in hot wet kisses. My hands groped the soft flesh of her full rounded ass cheeks as I ground my stiffening penis against her pelvic mound. I nuzzled her neck and nibbled on her ear as I drank deeply of the smell of her freshly bathed body, her shampooed hair, and her delicate perfume mixing with the slightly musky smell of her perspiration dampened skin. I was totally at the mercy of this beautiful young woman, and the feel and smell of her lascivious body, so soft and perfectly contoured, was driving me mad. I had to have her, but I wanted to treasure the feeling of each erotic moment as we both chased headlong after our uncontrollable lust for each other.

We finally broke apart and Elisa said she needed to go to the bathroom. As she closed the door behind her, I decided to undress and lay down on the bed. I was hot and sweaty in my cammies, and as I stripped down I could feel a slight refreshing breeze drifting through the open window and across the room. I turned the desk lamp off and lay down on the cool white sheets of the bed. The bright moonlight, shining through the window, illuminated the bed, and I could still hear laughter from the party wafting across the compound. I lay back with my head on the pillow and pulled the sheet up to my waist to cover my nakedness. As I lay there in deep thought I closed my eyes briefly, awaiting Elisa's return.

I heard the toilet flush and then water running in the sink as I drifted off into a state of semi-consciousness. Everything seemed so peaceful as I imagined myself married to my beautiful Elisa and living back home in the states. Everyone would be astonished at her beauty and jealous of me at the same time. Every man who is married to a beautiful, sexy woman knows the proud feeling he has as he shows her off to his friends. It was difficult to imagine how fortunate I was to have found such a beautiful young woman, thousands of miles from home, in a remote village in Honduras.

I smiled, deep in thought, when I was brought back to reality by the sound of the bathroom door opening. I lifted myself up on one elbow and watched as Elisa tip-toed over toward the bed, completely nude. Her large pendulous breasts, accentuated by dark silver dollar sized aureoles and turgid nipples, swayed gracefully back and forth as she came and knelt on the bed. She was so innocent looking, yet sexy and mature for her years. As I lifted up the sheet for her, my lustful gaze drifted downward from her heavy hanging breasts along her thin waist and full rounded hips, stopping abruptly at the erotic sight of her dark tangled mass of curly pubic hair, framing the upper junction between her lovely muscular thighs.

As she slipped under the sheet I could smell the distinct fragrance of her freshly bathed body mixed with her perfume. Her woman scent was intoxicating as we snuggled up together, our hands reaching out and groping strange flesh as we examined one another's bodies. I cupped her heavy breasts in both hands and tweaked her turgid nipples between my thumb and fore fingers as she reached down and found my stiffening manhood, squeezing my shaft and fondling my sensitive cum filled balls.

Lying face to face, I looked deeply into her dark eyes, as we lazily began kissing one another. As she reached out toward me I was surprised, but also excited, to see a patch of dark hair in her armpits. It was customary for Honduran women to allow their hair to grow under their arms, and this only served to heighten my passion. I kissed her damp forehead and moved down to kiss her nose then grasped her full lips lightly between my teeth and playfully tugged on them.

She giggled an innocent little girl laugh as I sucked on her lips and explored her wet mouth with my tongue. She responded by sticking her tongue deeply in my mouth, as I sucked her in hungrily, devouring her slithering member. The passionate kissing, coupled with my wondering hands and the sweet smell of her damp skin had now caused my penis to swell into a full erection, something that was quite obvious to Elisa as she continued to squeeze and fondle my stiff shaft and heavy scrotal sac.

By now we were both beginning to sweat more profusely in the heat of the night, so I threw back the sheet, exposing our naked bodies to each other's gaze. The bright moonlight cast an eerie light upon the smooth skin of her voluptuous body as she lay sprawled on the white sheets, her quivering flesh completely laid bare to my sexual advances. She began to moan as I slipped my hand down between her thighs and began running my fingers through the thick curly strands of her dark pubic bush. I pressed my palm against the puffy folds of her now soaked labia as I ran my middle finger up and down the hot moistened slit of her vagina, paying special attention to the rigid nub of her sheathed clitoris. She squirmed in ecstasy at my touch.

As I continued to gently stimulate her clitoris, I began to kiss her neck, continuing on down to her massive tubular breasts, sucking in each nipple, as if I was a nursing child cuddling in her arms. She continued to moan and squirm as I ravished her body, kissing my way down her soft belly, licking her tender flesh, until I was positioned between her now gaping thighs. I began to lick the inner skin of her upper thighs, reveling in the slightly salty taste of her pale naked flesh. I licked and kissed my way downward, continuing to caress her legs until I was just inches from her dark love triangle. I was amazed at how thick and curly her full pubic bush was. Dark thick curly strands of pubic hair grew profusely along the upper portion of each inner thigh. I reached out with my fingers and parted the moist strands of hair until I discovered the pink wet flesh of her vaginal lips.

I pressed my head forward, breathing deeply of the slightly musky smell of her womanhood as I flicked my tongue out and began licking her hot wet slit. I pulled her labia apart and began to ream her vaginal opening, sticking my tongue as deeply inside of her as possible. I continued to lick her sensitive flesh and moved even further down to explore her most private nether hole. I gave her clean shiny anus a good licking as well as she squirmed and moaned in ecstasy. I was intoxicated with the salty taste of her moist inner flesh and the musky smell of her sex. My face became wet with her natural juices as I continued to ravage her orally.

She grasp my head with both hands and clamped her thighs tightly against my ears as I continued to work my tongue up and down her sopping wet sex, paying particular attention to her now rigid clitoris. I softly licked and sucked on her sheathed nub, as if it was a miniature erect penis, rolling her rigid appendage around on my lips and tongue as she squeezed my head even tighter between her firm thighs.

Within seconds she began to moan loudly and cut loose with a string of erotic Spanish words I did not fully understand as the first wave of her orgasm swept over her tense body. I continued to assault her clitoris as she responded with another orgasm, her body rocking back and forth in erotic ecstasy. Finally she pushed my head away while she hoarsely whispered "basta," enough.

By now, my penis was rock hard and stood straight up at a 45 degree angle, ready to consummate our love making session. Elisa had recovered enough that she rolled over on her hands and knees and straddled my hips, placing her dripping vagina directly over my swollen erection. She was so beautiful and vulnerable in this position. Her heavy pendulous breasts hung down low, her erect nipples grazing along the sweaty hair on my chest. I reached up, squeezing and fondling each glistening globe, feeling their weight in the palm of my hand, and pinching her nipples as she reached between her thighs and guided my rigid shaft toward her dripping treasure trove.

As she pushed downward on my erection to align its length with her dripping cunt, I felt my shaft fill with blood and thicken even more. I involuntarily pressed slightly upward as she began to lower her hairy pubic mound downward, rubbing the swollen and widely flared plumb sized head of my penis up and down her wet slit to lubricate it. She finally allowed my swollen glans to press directly against the tight but well lubricated depression formed by her vaginal opening. She released my shaft and lowered her ass further down, virtually impaling herself on my rigid shaft.

I felt my thick manhood slip between her thick labia and violate her vagina as she continued to press her ass downward. She then started to hump up and down on my thick penis, allowing it to penetrate her more deeply with each succeeding movement of her hips. I reached out and grasp the quivering flesh of her ass cheeks, pulling them apart, as she began a steady rhythmic movement up and down on my manhood. Her heavy breasts bounced and swayed with each movement of her hips as she continued to grind her tangled pubic mound against my own, our curly pubic hair entwined and tangled together. Her dark hair flowed over her face as she leaned forward, her eyes closed, and reveled in the eroticism of the moment.

We were one, in the God given sense, copulating with wild abandon. I thrust my hips upward to meet each downward thrust of her rounded ass, causing my swollen shaft to violate her even more deeply. Her moans became quicker and louder as another orgasm built deep within her groin. I reached back further and began to violate her anal opening with the middle finger of my right hand. She moaned even louder as she continued to work her hips up and down on my throbbing erection. I pressed my thighs together and pulled my scrotal sac upward so that it rested on top of my thighs. With each downward thrust of her hips my balls would be pressed between the deep folds of her ass. It was an exquisite feeling. I was beginning to be affected by the sensuous and animalistic guttural sounds of her lovemaking and could feel my own familiar orgasmic sensation beginning to swell within my loins.

I knew I could not hold out much longer, so I decided to time my orgasm with hers. Suddenly the thought of this young vixen becoming pregnant entered my mind. Instead of withdrawing however, I became more excited. By now it was too late as I felt my orgasm rising with uncontrollable urge. Fortunately I did not have long to wait as she began to wildly grind her hairy vulva against my stiff rod, letting out a guttural moan as her third orgasm swept over her voluptuous body. I squeezed the soft flesh of her ass cheeks between my fingers and pulled her down on top of me as tightly as possible, pressing my cum filled balls tight against her ass hole as my orgasm rushed upward and out of control.

My thighs and buttocks tensed up as I pressed my hips hard against her nakedness, spurting my thick white ejaculate deep within her bowels. The thought that I might be impregnating her with my seed caused me to shudder with sexual excitement as I released load after load of my thick hot sperm deep within the dark folds of her mysterious sex.

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And they lived happily ever after.

I just wanted to make a quick note about stuff in the store and shipping that's been coming up occasionally: All the shipping prices in there are for a single item; I don't have the store set up (yet) to change the shipping if, say, you wanted 3 or 5 or 10 strips. Obviously you don't need to pay individual shipping prices on all the items, and you'd get a shipping discount for bulk orders. For example, if you got five strips, you wouldn't be charged $3 S+H times 5 ($15), but rather a discounted amount, closer to $7 or $8. If this is something you're interested in, you can email me and we'll figure it out from there! This might be important, since there will be more "series" of strips like the past few weeks, or the #150 series. Same thing applies if you want multiple shirts.

[LJ-EDIT: Just wanted to extend a special thanks to all the LJ fans who have been reading the comic through here! This is where CHB started and there's people who have been reading since the beginning! Sadly, I've become completely bored with LJ and am ready to get rid of my account -- and since I've got my outlet in CHB.net, I'd like to drop this community as well. Thanks SO much for all your support in the early days and I'll see you on the main site!

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I, personally, have never had anything but gay sex: that is, sex between two gay men. But, a quick search on Craigslist or any similar site (or William's journal) and you see that the line can be easily blurred. Certain men will emphasize and cater to their "straight" counterparts, both parties getting off on the situation at hand and no pressure is put on classification or explanation. Straight men can have sex with men multiple times and claim to be straight as an arrow: that's obviously relative and arguable but then again, so is what makes a person attractive. Like beauty, sexual orientation and identity is in the eye of the beholder: or "beer-holder" if you're a T-shirt that some over-weight frat boy is wearing. Couldn't ring truer in this case.

Hey, did you all here that the McCain ladies LOVE gays families? That's gotta make dinner with dad a little awkward, when he firmly believes the opposite.

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Sometimes you gotta try a different tactic. Sometimes you might play a little word game. Sometimes you might buy them a Mai Tai or three. And sometimes you get Elle Woods and her lawyer boyfriend to out the pool boy. It all gets to the same place.

An awkward morning, maybe with some heavy sobbing.

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The technique that one uses in order to get one to admit that they do, in fact, enjoy taking up the back door is really more of an artform.

The subtle remarks. Catching them staring at your ass when you wore your tightest girl-jeans. Leaving a condom up their ass when they passed out drunk. It's the little things that really add up to something special. Something that they can come to you, in their time of need, for further investigating. Of their prostate, of course.

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Now there are all sorts of closet-gay types. There's the rare type that actually acts stereotypically straight -- big man on campus, jock at high school, and REALLY enjoys swimming, but you know, who doesn't? Then there's the in-between, where they're a little ambiguous. They enjoy fragging your ass in video games, they know the actual names of sports team -- but they also cook a mean quiche and dress better than their girlfriends. They keep you guessing and probably mean to.

Then there's those who say and do things that are gayer than the anal sex I had this morning. With a man. In a gay bar. With Gaga in the background.

And maybe you can let that type of stuff roll off your back but I CANNOT. And I always seem to have a co-worker that fits this description and it's just a little distracting. During breaks, I devise ways to get them to admit that yes, they prefer cock to vag. I don't try to out them, or break up with their "awesome" girlfriends. I just make sure that they know that me and my anus are here for them if they need to do a little soul searching. S'all I'm saying.

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So I brought Matt back for a second round: whether or not John was the poor sap on the other end of a tube sock is for you, dear reader, to decide. I, however, know that John is a little classier than that...a little more old school. He'd probably use the intestine of a goat, or something.

I meant to bring this up with the last comic featuring our very gifted porn star: not ONLY is Mr. Hughes doing straight porn, but...

...wait for it...

...he's doing superhero straight porn(NSFW). No folks, you simply can not make this shit up. If you've ever wondered how the Dark Knight and co. get it on in all that latex and rubber, your questions can finally be answered. It sort of reminds me of all that comic book porn that I look at. Er, used to look at.

I hope everyone had an excellent new year. 2009 was Capitol Hillbillies' second year, and thanks to all of you it was a great one: a few of your stumbled upon (both via StumbleUpon.com and otherwise) the site this year and I hope you'll stick around. I've got some fun stuff planned.

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I've mentioned this guy before, and I'm sure a good chunk of you are familiar with his work, or at least his wang. I was looking into what he's done recently and stumbled upon the fact that he's bi -- mostly straight, but obviously enjoys having sex with guys as well (to which I saw, thank you). But I wonder, isn't it ANY fun for a woman to have that in her? I mean, there is no prostate up in there to make the pain a little pleasurable, right? It's been a while since I've seen one, but I'm pretty sure that's how it works. I'll have to ask Lady Bukkake(NSFW) next time I run into her.

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If you get the last panal, great. Welcome fellow nerd. If you don't, well, don't be too bummed out. Sometime I don't even know what I'm talking about.

I have significantly decreased the amount of gaming systems I own: I sold my X360 to Clark, my boyfriend has my Wii (ha!), and I sold my DS last year or so. Oh, and I own a Mac and not a PC, so my gaming options there are pretty limited. I did, however, re-purchase the wonderful game Bioshock for my Mac, and have been playing that through again. One of the best games ever made, and I wanted to finish it again before the sequel comes out this March. Also playing Twilight Princess again too. Everyone else and their mother has been playing Dragon Age: Origins. I tried, but when I found out I could just youtube the gay sex part, well, I felt I had seen all I really needed to. I sort of hope the next Zelda has a similar scene. Maybe Link and Goron can get it on...I hear they're always rock hard. (OH!)


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  1. You’d just gotten off the bus from school. Luckily, you’d managed to finish today’s homework on the bus ride, which meant you had the whole afternoon to goof off until your parents picked you up. Candice, the echidna that ran your daycare was on the street to greet you and lead you inside. “By the way,” she mentions as she slithers alongside you, “we have a new girl with us today. She’s a little shy, and I’m worried she hasn’t made any friends yet. Would you be willing to play with her? I’m sure you can get her to open up.”
  3. “With a girl?” you complained, making a face and sticking out your tongue to properly express your distaste.
  5. “Please? For me?” she asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes at you. She knew you had a crush on her, and she never failed to exploit that fact. You just couldn’t refuse her when she started making eyes at you.
  7. “Alright, I guess I can play with her for a little bit today,” you grumble, turning your face to make sure she can’t see you blushing, “but she’ll have to make her own friends after that!”
  9. “Aww, you’re so sweet!” She takes a moment to wrap you up in a quick hug, and you relish the feeling of her body pressing against your own. The moment is fleeting however, as she pulls away and heads into her small home that serves as the daycare center. “Oh Hana,” she calls, “I’ve got someone who wants to meet you.”
  11. You don’t notice her at first, as you’re busy stashing away your backpack, but you hear what sounds like the clopping of hooves. When you turn back there is a small girl about your age standing next to Candice. Her legs are covered in a light coat of fur, and end in cloven hooves. Small horns peak out of her light blonde hair. All of this however is second to perhaps her most remarkable feature, her incredibly large chest. She sported easily the largest pair of breasts you’d ever seen. They were even bigger that Candice’s, and on her small frame they just seemed all the more enormous. They were only just contained by a large cow print top and a pair of suspenders that held up her loose fitting jeans. She shifts nervously as you stared at her, peering back at you with large blue eyes.
  13. “Hana,” Candice speaks, snapping you back to reality, “this is Anon. Don’t be nervous, he’s really very nice.” She takes the opportunity to nudge you forward with her tail.
  15. “Uh- yeah! Candice told me you were new here. I’m Anon. I’ll show you around.” You offer her your hand in a greeting.
  17. “H-Hana,” she replies, lightly taking hold of your hand, and gracing you with a small smile, “It’s nice to meet you, Anon.”
  19. You spend most of the afternoon with Hana. Playing outside on the slide or the swings Candice had in her backyard. When it got too warm out, you both came in for some popsicles and video games. Although she may have been shy at first, she was quick to warm up to you and even the other kids. Before long she was making plenty of friends. Before long, your parents arrived to take you home. You were saying goodbye to the other kids when Hana runs up to you and clutches you in a tight hug, pressing her expansive chest into you. “Thanks for playing with me,” she says, with a bright smile, “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.” You play it cool by giving her a pat on the back and telling her you’ll be back. This did not, however, stop your parents from teasing you about your new “girlfriend” the entire car ride home.
  21. The next day Hana was waiting with Candice at the bus stop to greet you. The little holstaur wasted no time in pulling you into a tight hug. “My my, you two sure are getting along nicely,” Candice remarked as you all walked back to her house. Hana seemed quite clingy that day. She still played games with the other children, but whenever she had a free moment, she was by your side, and she kept hugging you, always pressing her breasts against you.
  23. It’s not that you didn’t like her. She was alright, for a girl. But you needed your space! In a brilliant plan to put some distance between the two of you, you propose a game of hide and seek. Hana is quick to agree, eager to play any sort of game with you. You tell her she’s it for this round, and quickly explain the rules. She closes her eyes and starts counting while you run off to your favorite hiding spot, a small patch between the fence and the shrubs at the side of the house. It was spacious enough to relax in, but covered enough that no one ever thought to look there.
  25. Content in your isolation, you pull out your Gameboy and start playing a few games, with the sound off, of course. No more than 10 minutes into your game you hear the clopping of hooves and the rustling of leaves. You look up from your handheld just in time to see the smiling face of the busty holstaur girl peering down at you. Before you have a chance to react, she leaps forward, wrapping her arms around your neck and tackling you to the ground. “Found you!” she exclaims cheerily, giggling as you both tumble to the ground.
  27. “Yeah yeah, now let go, and I’ll start counting.” You try to get up, but the little cow girl only clings tighter to you.
  29. “Mm-mm, I don’t wanna! Not until you give me a prize for winning,” she retorts. You ask her what kind of prize she wants. She blushes a bit before saying, “I want…a kiss!”
  31. “What? No way!” You refuse immediately. You couldn’t start kissing girls. Your friends would never let you hear the end of it. “It ain’t happening! No way, no how!” Hana takes advantage of your little rant to sneak in a quick peck on your cheek. You freeze for a moment in shock, before starting your rant anew, Hana giggling like a goblin all the while. Seizing the opportunity, she sneaks in another kiss, this time on your lips, and this time she doesn’t pull away. You struggle for a moment, but she’s far stronger than she looks, and she holds you down with ease.  Eventually you calm down and actually focus on the sensations of the kiss. Her lips are small, but quite soft, and you feel her tiny tongue prodding at your lips.
  33. Soon you begin to feel a swelling in your shorts. It was the same kind you felt when you found the magazines your brother keeps under his bed. Hana seemed to notice it too, as she pulled back with a look of surprise on her face. “It’s swelling,” she says worriedly, placing a hand on your crotch, “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Tears start to well up in her eyes at the idea that she might have injured you. “I’ll make it better! I promise!” She hurriedly pulls your shorts down, exposing your erection.
  35. Both your faces are beet red at this point, but Hana seems determined to administer whatever aid she can offer. “Pain, pain, go away,” she chants before giving the head of your dick a soft kiss. Unfortunately all this does is make it twitch with excitement. She jolts back in surprise, but never takes her eyes off your crotch.
  37. “It’s not getting any better at all… maybe a massage will help.” She swiftly grabs your penis with her small hands and begins fondling and gently kneading it. It certainly doesn’t hurt, but it only makes your penis harder, and you start to groan in frustration. “Oh no, that’s too rough, isn’t it?” she asks, pulling her hands away, “Well…I think I have an idea, but…don’t stare too much, okay?”
  39. Showing bashfulness that you hadn’t seen from her since you were introduced yesterday, she undoes her suspenders, and pulls up her cow print top, revealing her large, soft breasts. She carefully takes one in each hand and gently envelopes your boyhood in her cleavage. “Does that feel any better, Anon?” You gasp at the sensation, but manage to form words, telling her that is feels incredible. “Really? Oh thank goodness!” She exclaims, relieved. Egged on by your words, she starts moving her breasts up and down your shaft, faster and faster with each passing second. “I’m so happy my breasts make you feel better. I was so worried you were hurt. And I want to help you feel better because… I love you, Anon.”
  41. Her confession was the final straw. You could no longer bear the stimulation she was giving you, and you respond with a small gasp, and orgasming between her breasts, filling her cleavage with semen. Your penis soon shrinks back to normal size, and you both lay together in the afterglow.
  43. After a few minutes you both go back to the house, and luckily, manage to sneak to the bathroom to clean up without Candice noticing. That evening when your parents pick you up, Hana bids you farewell, this time with a hug and a kiss. Your parents tease you again about your girlfriend, but you don’t seem to mind as much. And in the days after that, your secret hiding spot becomes a regular meeting place for you and Hana.
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Caroline put the key in the door, unlocked it, and opened her front door.

"Shit, I forgot to leave on a light. I hate coming home to a dark house."

She flicked at the light switch and nothing.

"God damn it. Now what? They'd better fix the power outage soon, my favorite program is on tonight. America Idol. I just love that show. I wonder if the whole neighborhood is out or if it's just my house. Maybe, it's just a blown fuse. Maybe I did leave on a light. Yeah, now that I think about it, I did leave on a light. Fuck. I hate not having power. I can't even microwave something to eat or make coffee or use my massage chair."

Caroline lived alone. She didn't even have a pet. She spent a lot of her time talking to herself and it wasn't unusual for her to have an extended conversation, even carrying on with both sides of the conversation, while walking around her home.

As soon as she closed and locked the front door, as soon as she was about to take a step to head for the kitchen and get a flashlight from the drawer to check the fuse box down the cellar, a hand grabbed her from behind.

"Don't move, Lady, I have a knife," he said holding the cold steel blade against her neck. "I won't hurt you, so long as you do what I ask."

"Okay, okay, here, take my purse. I just got paid. I have money."

"Money? I don't want your damn money. I want you," he said allowing his other hand to travel down and across her ample breasts. He felt one breast through her blouse and bra and then the other. "You have big tits. I like that. I can't wait to see them. I can't wait to feel them. I can't wait to suck them."

"What do you want? I'll do anything. Okay? Just don't hurt me."

"That's more what I had in mind, you doing anything and everything, if you know what I mean," he said allowing his hand to fall to the hem of her flared skirt.

"Please don't."

He lifted her skirt up to her waist and cupped her pussy through her panty before allowing his hand to travel around behind her and feel her panty clad ass. Seemingly enamored with her ass, he felt one cheek and then the other before sticking his big hand down the back of her panty and feeling her naked ass. He felt her ass. He really felt her ass.

"I love your ass. I can't wait to fuck your ass. You have a nice body and you smell good, too. Me and you are going to get along fine. I'm gonna show you a good time, Mama."

"Thank you," she said. "Only, can we just get this over with, please?"

"What's the rush, Lady? I plan on taking my sweet time with you. You're hot. Where's the bedroom?"

He pulled out a scarf from his back pocket and tied it around her eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"I need the light to see now, but I don't need a witness who can identify me and send me to jail later. You dig?"

"Yeah, okay, just don't hurt me," she said again.

He tied the blindfold around her head. Then, he reached up and tightened the light bulb he had loosened and clicked on the light. She looked down and saw his feet. He was wearing black Reeboks and blue jeans. She figured his sneakers were a size 9 or 10 and that he, by the feel of his body pressed against hers was slim and about 5'9" tall. She made note of everything to give in her report to the police.

"Calm down, lady. Stop your shivering. So long as you cooperate and give me what I want, I ain't gonna hurt you. I like you. You have big tits. I like big tits. I can't wait to see those two big tits bouncing up and down, as I fuck you and before you suck my big cock."

"Oh, God. Oh, God. Why me?"

"You wouldn't mind if I cum in your pretty little mouth, would you," he asked her as his fingertip traced her lips?

"No, I wouldn't mind, so long as you don't hurt me."

"Do you swallow?"

"Yes, I'll do anything you want. Just don't hurt me. Okay?"

"I've been watching you. You're the prettiest lady on the street. You have the best body and you don't have a damn dog or an alarm. You really need to get both of those things after this, lady. It's not safe not to have a big dog and a house alarm. Someone like me can come right inside and fuck you."

"Listen, what if I just blow you down here. You can cum in my mouth and I'll swallow. Okay? You can fuck my face. I'll give you the best blowjob you ever had. I will. Only, please don't fuck me. Please don't make me pregnant."

"Lady, it's too late for all of that. We're going to do this my way. I've already gone through all this trouble stalking you and breaking in your home. I've been looking forward to this for so very long. I've been watching you."

"You've been watching me? You've been stalking me?"

"Yes, lady, I have. You need to be more careful when getting out of your car. You climb out like a sailor with your skirt all bunched up around your waist. You always give me a nice panty show. I couldn't wait to fall between your shapely thighs and eat your pussy. And now here I am. Showtime."

"Oh, God. Oh, God. Please, I beg you. Let me go. There's a woman who lives on the corner. She's a stripper. She's way better looking than I am and she has a better body with bigger tits, too. She doesn't have an alarm or a dog. I'm sure she's more sexually experienced than me. She'd surely show you a better time."

"I know. I already fucked her and she gave me a great blowjob not to hurt her."

"You did? She did?"

"Oh, yeah. By the way, her big tits are as phony as her blonde hair. That's a wig."

"I don't understand. Why weren't you caught? I didn't read anything about you in the newspaper or about a sexual assault on my street and in my neighborhood."

"Lady, most women don't report sexual assaults. Most women are just happy that I didn't hurt them. The very next day they have the alarm guy installing an alarm and they are at the dog pound buying the biggest dog they have."

He allowed her to lead the way up the stairs and to her bedroom.

"Now, what? What are you going to do with me?"

"What do you think I'm going to do with you? I'm going to have my way with you."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to pretend like I'm not even here. Start undressing, as if you are just coming home from work and about to take a bath. Strip off all you clothes. I want to see you naked. Only, do it nice and slow. I want a striptease show and do a lot of bending so that I can see your pussy and ass and in between your legs real good."

"Okay, I'll do whatever you ask, so long as you don't hurt me."

"You can start by unbuttoning your blouse, but do it very slowly. And if you remove that blindfold, I'll have to hurt you. I can't have you as a witness testifying against me."

"Okay, I won't. I won't remove the blindfold. Okay? I'm unbuttoning my blouse, slow. See? Actually, I'd prefer you not seeing me undressing and naked, anyway."

"Stop talking. You're ruining the mood."

"Okay," she said.

He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Then, he removed his sneakers, and took off his pants and underwear. He returned to his lying position on the bed and fingered his cock, while watching the striptease show.

Caroline slowly unbuttoned her blouse allowing him the time to see all that showed of her body with each unbuttoned button.

"That's a pretty bra," he said. "What's your name, by the way?"

"Caroline," she said.

"What's your name," she asked?

"Funny, nice try," he said. "You can call me, Jack, if you need to call me something that will get you in the mood."

"Okay, Jack," she said, while still slowly unbuttoning her blouse. "Do you want me to remove my blouse," she asked, once her blouse was unbuttoned, "or do you want me to remove my skirt."

"Do what you would normally do, how you'd normally undress, if you were alone and getting naked to take a bath."

"Okay," she said removing her blouse.

Then, she reached around herself, unbuttoned, and unzipped her skirt, pulled it off, and folded it neatly and placed it on the bed. Now in her panty and bra, as instructed, she paraded around the bedroom, bending over and stretching to show him more of her lingerie clad body.

"Take off your bra. I wanna see your titties, but do it slow."

"Okay," she said reaching around her back and unhooking her bra.

With a hand to her chest, she held her bra in place, before allowing her bra straps to fall, first one and then the other. Then, slowly, she peeled her bra from her body. Now, standing before him wearing nothing more than bikini panties and a blindfold, she threw her shoulders back and showed him her big tits.

"Are you excited by stripping in front of a strange man?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because your nipples are erect."

"A little. Yeah, I'm a little excited. I'd be more excited if I knew you wouldn't hurt me, if you promised you're not going to hurt me."

"I promise I won't hurt you, lady."

"Okay, then, yeah, I'm excited that you are seeing my tits. It's been a long time, since a man, any man, has seen my tits. Do you like them?"

"Are you kidding me? I love your tits. You have gorgeous tits," he said. "Now, take off your panties now, Show me your pussy."

"Okay," she said.

"And stop saying okay. That's driving me crazy."

"Okay, sorry, it's just a nervous reaction to say okay."

She stuck her thumbs in each side of her panty band and slid them down her hips and off her legs.

"You have a neatly trimmed pussy. I like that. I don't like the bushy pussies or the shaved ones. I can't wait to lick you."

"Do you want me to lie on the bed?"

"No, I want you to kneel on the bed. I want you to touch my cock."

"Okay. Sorry, that I said okay," she said kneeling on the bed and reaching out her hand. She took him in her hand and started stroking him. "Do you like that?"

"Oh, yeah, baby, that feels good. Now, make me hard with your mouth. Suck me a little bit."

"Okay. Sorry, that I said okay again, but I can't help it. I'm really nervous," she said leaning down and taking his cock in her mouth.

She was sucking him. True to her word, she was giving him great blowjob.

"Finally, now that your mouth is full, you stopped saying okay. Now, get on your back so that I can fuck you a little bit."

"Okay," she said reaching down and helping to direct his cock in her pussy.

"Fuck me. Enough with the okay, lady. It's really fucking annoying. Okay?"

"I'm sorry. I'll be quiet."

He started humping her and she humped him back. Once he was inside, he started banging her and as hard as he humped her, she humped him back even harder.

"Caroline, you're an animal. You are the best fuck I ever had."

"Do you like it when I hump you?"

"Oh, yeah. I love it when you hump me. It feel so good when you fuck me like that," he said.

"What if I rolled you over and fucked you real hard," she said.

"Oh, God. Yeah, I'd love that," he said. "I'm supposed to be the one fucking you and you are the one fucking me. I'm going to cum," he said.

"Good," she said, "Because my show, American Idol is coming on in five minutes."

"Fuck Caroline! Why do you always have to ruin the mood. I'm supposed to be a rapist and you're supposed to be my victim. I was just about to cum, too. Fuck! Every God damn time. I hate that friggin' show because of that. It's the same every week. We should pick a different night to be with one another, one when that show isn't on. I can't compete with American Idol."

"Let me blow you, Jack. Okay? You can cum in my mouth and I'll swallow. Just put the TV on so that I can watch American Idol while I suck your cock."

"Okay," said Jack.

Caroline gave her boyfriend a blowjob, the best one he had had, since the last one, when she was in a hurry to watch her show. He came off in her mouth and she swallowed, just in time to watch her show.

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