Finally releasing his kiss, Jake took in Laura's sensual naked body, its amazing curves still as divine as ever, her gorgeous breasts staring him in the face as she turned away with her eyes closed, her gorgeous blonde hair sticking wetly to her skin as she waited to be caressed and soaped down by Jake. He picked up the body wash and poured it onto the bottom of her neck, where it pooled down onto her breasts, using his other hand to spread it all over her tits. He then put down the bottle down and used his now free hand to soap the rest of her body. She moaned as he caressed her breasts, and moaned louder still when his began rubbing her breasts and her pussy at the same time. Jake was glad that he could pleasure his girlfriend so, and the simple feel of her skin on his fingers was giving him an intense pleasure as well.
Suddenly, Laura got onto her knees, her hands placed around her tits, and said, "Time to repay the favor." She grabbed her tits and squished them over his cock, engulfing it in her massive chest as she slid up and down the shaft, the soaped breasts getting all over his raging member. Suddenly, she slid her breasts upwards, giving his cock a slight reprieve, but his pleasure continued to build up as she began rubbing her soapy breasts all over him. After repeating this motion a few times, she lifted one of her long, smooth legs and said, "I can't take it any longer, Jake. I'm too fucking horny from you rubbing me all over. Stick your fucking hard cock in your slut's cunt!"
Obeying immediately, Jake took his cock in his hand and guided his shaft towards her pussy, both of them struggling to keep their balance as he rammed his cock inside of her. After a few seconds, they both found the right rhythm for them to fuck while staying on their feet, Jake's cock sliding in and out of Laura's pussy and its mix of water and her pussy juices. After several minutes, Jake could feel Laura's pussy clench around his cock as she grabbed onto him, moaning softly, "I'm fucking cumming...oh...."
Suddenly, she slid off him, getting back on her knees, then quickly wrapping her lips around his still-raging member. The feeling of his cock plunging into her warm, wet mouth was too much for him to take, and after a few strokes he said, "I'm going to cum too"
Laura slid his cock out of her mouth and began rubbing his dick, and she piped up then, squealing in delight. "Yes, fucking cum on me Jake. Cum all over my tits and my face like the dirty cum slut I am." She took care to aiming his cock at herself, and Jake's cock finally erupted in orgasm, cum streaking onto her hair and cheek, some of it sputtering onto her lips, slowly dribbling down to her chin to her beautifully soaped-up breasts. A perfect picture.
Unfortunately, this sultry continuation of the perfect morning definitely took at least fifteen minutes, and both of them would be late for work today. "Even though we're both late, this was definitely worth it," Jake said, panting in the cool water of the shower.
"What are you talking about, Jake?" said Laura, her cum-stained lips moving to wrap themselves around his cock once again. "It's Memorial Day today."
The End.
Seduction in the Night
I'd been looking forward to the school trip for ages, and not for the usual reasons. No, I wasn't excited about the city of Paris, with its beautiful buildings and thriving culture- though wonderful, I had other thoughts on my mind. Helen was going. Ah, Helen. She was the most attractive girl I had ever seen. Her large brown eyes, her plump breasts, her flowing blonde hair and sleek legs... Yes, I had dreamt of her for a long time. And now, she was going to be on the same trip... staying in the same hotel. The very thought made me quiver!
Helen was straight. She had dated a few boys, all of whom were jerks, and didn't deserve her attention. The kind of boys who take, and don't give, if you know what I mean. I had only been out with one boy, which was a mistake. Id also gone out with a few girls- but no-one at school needed to know that! You know how people get; staring and whispering. I didn't need that. I kept myself to myself, and that's that. Anyway, imagine my surprise when I found out I would be sharing a room with Helen? Not many people were going on this trip, and the teachers wanted to mix us up, for us to 'make new friends'. And wow, did I want to make friends. I knew that this was my chance, and that I couldn't blow it.
The flight there was ok, nothing much happened. I read my book for the most part, and listened to my favourite tunes. I made sure I was sat behind Helen and her friends. They were all complaining about being split up from each other; especially that Helen had to go with that 'weirdo Maria'. Helen was nice about it, saying I didn't seem so bad. Just her acknowledging my presence made me tingle with anticipation... Once, she stood up to get her bag from the locker, and her pink shirt strained over her bra... I could see her deep cleavage heaving as she pulled her bag down; and let me tell you that at that moment, I could have jumped on her! A man sitting next to me was staring at her too- we caught each other looking, which was quite funny, and a little bit awkward too.
Once at the airport in Paris, we all went to the toilet to freshen up. Amidst the clouds of perfume and hairbrushes, I saw Helen putting some fresh lip-balm on. Oh, those lips... So pink, so full and soft looking... I had to force myself to look away. Usually, I hate doing my makeup. I have pale gray eyes and pale skin, dark hair- nothing special. My boobs are quite small too, but I've never really have any problems with them. Tonight, though- I put makeup on. Eyeliner does suit me, and I wanted to look good tonight.
'Erm.. hi.' I turned to see Helen in her full glory, smiling at me. 'You're Maria, right? Since we're sharing a room tonight, I thought I should talk to you.'
'Oh... hey!' I smiled back. There was a slight pause, and then her friends called her back. I didn't mind though, this was the first time I had talked to her. Driving through Paris in the coach was hell. I was surrounded by rowdy boys smelling of sweat, and Helen was only a few seats away- I didn't think I could take it anymore. Once, our eyes made contact and she gave me a small smile, but that was all. I couldn't take being so near to her, yet being unable to talk to her. The way she tossed her silky hair, and laid her hand softly on her breast... It made me crazy. I found myself licking my lips just thinking about tonight! I had to console myself by looking out into the darkened streets of Paris, with its tall buildings and trees. It was very beautiful, but my mind was occupied by a very different kind of beauty...
Finally, we stopped outside the hotel. 'Hotel Lyons' the sign said, and it suited it. The building was tall and made of white stone. Golden light flooded out of the doorway and the windows, and I revelled in the smell of the night in a warm country- the smell of leaves and sun baked tarmac.
'Right!' called a teacher. 'If you could all make your way to your rooms and settle down for the night. It's very late, so don't stay up and talk too long! Breakfast is at eight in the morning- we'll see you then, ready for a long day, ok?'
'Ok!' we yelled back, and then started making our way up the stairs. The main hall was lovely, all golds and blues- I found our room- 8- on the first floor. When I got in, Helen was already there. My heart pounding in my mouth, I set my suitcase against the wall.
'Hello' I said, clearing my throat. She was pulling some pyjamas out of her pink suitcase, along with her toothbrush and towel. She turned and smiled.
'Hi Maria. I'm just about to take a shower, don't worry, I won't take long.' And then she walked off into the bathroom and shut the door. I breathed a sigh of relief. Now I could collect my thoughts. Sitting down on the bed, I closed my eyes. I was glad that I had washed at the airport- at least now I didn't smell. The sound of Helen in the shower set the hairs on my arms up and my mouth watering. Heavy scents of flowers and fruits floated into the room. Suddenly, the shower stopped and I heard her get out of it. A few minutes later, the door opened and she appeared smiling, her long hair dripping wet.
'Pfiou, nothing like a nice hot shower, eh?'
'Yes,' I nodded.
She set all her things down, and sat on her bed. There was a long pause, and then she drew out a magazine she had bought. Catching me staring at it, she smiled.
'Would you like to read
it with me?' I stared into her light brown eyes. She was patting the space beside her. Hell, did I?
'Yeah sure' I said, and walked over to her bed. My legs were trembling, and my heart was beating faster than ever before. This is it, I kept thinking- this is it!
I sat down next to her, and shifted slightly so that our legs and arms were touching. The smell of her shampoo was overpowering, but not in the bad sense- I can tell you that I definitely wasn't paying attention to 'which the new dress from vogue was'.
'Look,' she said, pointing to a skinny girl model in a skimpy summer dress. 'Look how pretty she is- I wish I could look like her.' I looked at the model. Her legs were sticks, her face thin and colourless, her hair lustreless and pale. I couldn't understand why she would trade her body for that one, when she had the body of a goddess!
'Don't be ridiculous! You're beautiful.' I said, before I could help myself. There was an awkward pause, and she stared at me. I noticed that her full lips were slightly open, and that her front teeth were resting on the bottom lip- and all of a sudden I couldn't resist. I breathed out, and leaned forward- kissing her. My hand crept up and cupped her face, as I sank my lips into hers. Pulling back, I stared into her eyes. For a second they were wide in shock, and then as I leant slowly back towards her, they closed slightly. She sighed. My body pulsing and my hands trembling, I kissed her again. This time my lips moved against hers, and it was like nothing I had ever experienced before.Her lips were so much softer, so much sweeter than I could have ever imagined, and my body felt so alive as they started to move with mine. My hot tongue slipped in between our lips and caressed hers. All of a sudden we were kissing deeply, and I couldn't believe my luck. My free hand crept up the side of her thigh, up her round hips, and- to my delight- stopped to cup her large breast. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the heavy warmth of her breast made me moan into her mouth. Pulling her further into me, I started to massage her breast with my hand. The feeling of her soft, full breast in my hand was better than I'd ever imagined! Pulling my mouth away, I leaned her into her pillow, and started kissing down her neck. Her breathing was growing quicker.
'No, no... this is.. wrong' she gasped. I pulled her legs around be, and lay against her, still kissing down her neck, down, down, to stop at her cleavage, which was heaving. The light on her breasts made them look magnificent, and I could see her nipples poking up through her shirt. I was filled with desire.
'I- girls aren't supposed to do this!' she said, still breathing heavily.
I looked up from her cleavage. 'Then why does it feel so good?' I kissed the top of her breast lightly and she sighed. Slowly, I started pulling her strap top down – to reveal a beautiful quivering breast, mounted with a gorgeous pink nipple. I couldn't wait any longer, I took one long look at her, and leaned down to take it into my mouth..
The End.
The Flexi-Butt Championship
Part 1
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Like Farrah Fawcett, I have always enjoyed the sensation of a good fart. I love to feel the little bubble of warm air working its way through my shit chute. But ever since I came in second-place in the Flexi-Butt Championship a few months ago, there's not only the sensation but also the dick-stiffening memories.
I saw the posting on Craigslist: "Our small group of wealthy perverts invites everyone with a flexible, stretchable anus and a roomy wet rectum to enter our competition. Compete to see who can get the largest and most irregularly shaped objects up their butts. Contestants must be comfortable with exchanging body fluids with strangers and spreading their cheeks in front of an audience. Top prize is $50,000, although second-place and third-place finishers get a great prize too. No drug users or STDs. To apply, send email with a picture of yourself with your mouse up your ass." Good thing I keep a jar of lube at the computer; I had three wet fingers up my butthole before my pants hit the ground.
That Saturday afternoon, I found myself at the unmarked metal door of a warehouse in an industrial area. No one else was in sight. I pressed the buzzer and identified myself. A synthesized voice said, "Take off all your clothes beneath the waist, place it into the dumpster next to the door, and expose your anus to the surveillance camera." Camera? What camera?
After a few seconds, I found the camera: it was above the door, pointed downwards. To comply with the instructions, I would need to squat on the ground with my ass in the air, as if receiving an enema. I did just that, my penis stiffening as it felt the cool outdoor air. Then I heard the door buzz, and I got up off the cement and walked through the door, with a little droplet of precum on the end of my cock leading the way.
Part 2
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When I pushed my way past the heavy entry door into the room beyond, I found myself in a lobby set up for a cocktail party. People of every description were milling about: men and women, young and old, some couples, some singles. As far as I could tell, I was the only one not wearing any pants, although I would later find out I was definitely not the only one with a hard-on.
An attractive young blonde woman with a clipboard and a Sharpie rolled up to me in her wheelchair. She said, "Hi, [my name]! Almost all the contestants are here! Only one more to go after you! Now turn around and bend over!" Not what you expect a blonde in a wheelchair to say when she first meets you.
But of course I turned around and presented my anus to her eagerly, my cock quivering in anticipation for what she might do to my shitter. Instead, I felt her felt-tip pen write firmly on my right buttcheek. She said, "Number 8! Thanks! You can turn around now. Okay, now here is a very important question: did you move your bowels already today?"
Not being a total newbie at this, I said "Yes, of course."
"Hmm, that's too bad. Because of some of our members' special interests, contestants get extra points if they take a dump here in our special glass toilet. Extra points for size and firmness. Remember this for next year! But now, go through the double doors into the auditorium, and take your seat on stage. We'll get started shortly. And thanks for dribbling precum into my lap."
It was dark in the auditorium, and I staggered down the aisle to the stage without really taking much in. I could hear the buzz of an excited audience all around me. I happened to enter at the right end of the stage where the still-unoccupied chairs were. All at once, I saw that the chair labeled "9" had a huge dildo glued to its seat, pointing upward, the chair labeled "8" had exactly the same, and the chair labeled "7" had a guy sitting down on it, working his anus down onto a dildo with obvious pleasure. His cock was a little shorter than mine, but thicker, and like mine it was dribbling precum. I was so distracted by the sight, and by the tingling in my asshole, that I forgot to check out contestants 1 through 6.
Then suddenly behind me I heard a new voice, a woman's, girlish-sounding and small. "Hey, loser, you act like you never seen a dildo or a cock before!" I jumped slightly and then felt the speaker push by me. She was a small Japanese woman, maybe five feet tall, and she would have weighed no more than a hundred pounds if she had not been extremely pregnant. Like me, number 7, and (as I would eventually notice) every other contestant, she was naked below the waist.
She marched right over to chair number 9, picked up a tube of lubricant from its armrest, smeared lube all over the dildo, and then sat down on it all in once, taking its full length and thickness into her tiny rectum. Then she turned to me and smiled.
Part 3
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As if from nowhere, I heard a shout: "Hey number 8! Lube up and sit down!" Suddenly I remembered I was in front of an audience, and I realized that everyone else on stage was sitting on their fat dildos except for me. Also suddenly, I realized I was tired of feeling like the loser that number 9 had called me. Now it was time to start workin' it.
I picked up my tube of lubricant from my chair, squirted a lot onto the dildo, and spread it out as if I was jacking a cock. Hoots and whoops broke out from the audience, and I felt myself regaining control of the situation. Then I
put one leg up on the chair, presented my asshole to the audience, and made them watch as I stuck heavily lubed fingers through my turdhole and stretched it.
People seemed to like that.
Then for good measure I turned to present a profile to the audience. I lubed up my stiff cock and worked it for a few strokes, then, with my tool pointed at the ceiling between my spread legs, I lowered my shit chute down onto the dildo. I felt it bump my prostate when it hit bottom, and a fresh droplet of precum appeared on my cockhead. That got a big round of applause!
Well, actually, the applause turned out not to be for me. The young blonde in the wheelchair rolled out onto stage, smiled, and smoothed her skirt over her knees. Once there was quiet, she spoke:
"Welcome everybody. Well, this was so much fun last year, we decided to do it again! And we have all new fresh meat, oops, I mean new contestants, every one of whom says on their application they enjoy anal abuse. We'll just see about that, won't we?" A big appreciative laugh from the audience out there in the dark.
"Now let me tell the contestants more about how this is going to work. Since a lot of the fucked-up things we're going to make you do require help, if that is the right word, we are pairing you off. Number 1, you'll be with 2. Number 3, you're with 4, and so on. We have an odd number of contestants this year, so we are going to make 7, 8, and 9 be a trio. Speaking of 9, isn't it great to see her back? And with a bun in the oven! Let's give her a big round of applause!"
People went crazy cheering and clapping. The girl who had given me a hard time at first was obviously a crowd favorite, not a good sign. She smiled demurely for the audience and lifted her shirt; she arched her back a little and stuck out her swollen belly, tweaking her nipples. The cheers got louder still.
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