He knew what I was saying.
As he put his hand around my head to release the gag, he grabbed my dick really hard. It jumped to attention, and I was back.
My stepbrother announced matter-of-factly, "I want you to fuck him."
Oh really? I thought.
I looked over at Antonio, who unexpectedly, was smiling at me. He wanted it.
Well, what do you know? Big boy was a bottom, and I think he was surprised to learn I was a switch-hitter.
Then, contrary to my expectations, Brian thwapped Antonio on the ass and said, "On your knees, boy."
He got down on his knees, dutifully. Looking over his shoulder, Antonio was watching to see what Brian would do to me. He pulled me over, behind Antonio, and Brian then again grabbed me, but this time it was to slide on a Trojan from his bag.
After I met this specification, he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down until I was also on my knees. My brother looked at me and took my hand. He licked my fingers, one by one, as Antonio watched.
The Latino was getting hot and bothered, and wanted it.
He wanted me, but it seemed he wanted to suck Brian's dick more.
I determined that Antonio was a very oral boy. I was lubed and shielded, and totally ready to go.
Antonio took Brian's hard cock and started to graze his tongue over the head. That was all I needed to see to start fucking this guy.
I started superficial and slow. But I could tell he wanted it hard and deep.
So I started to fuck him hard, and with every thrust, Brian would crack the crop over my ass. It was intense.
As I was fucking Antonio, and he was sucking off Brian, Brian somehow produced a pair of handcuffs, and cuffed Antonio. So, Brian wanted to control this guy, too.
He put his hands on the back of his head and pulled him down on him with each of my thrusts. It was an unreal sexual ballet -- a rhythmic, euphoric display.
Display it was, because we were gaining an audience. When Brian opened his eyes and saw the crowd watching us, he got really turned on… my little exhibitionist.
Then my brother leaned in and started kissing me hard. He was delving his tongue into me, again with each thrust of mine, timed with every full mouthful Antonio took in. It was fucking hot.
Antonio stayed cuffed, Brian controlled his head, and we all went faster, and faster. He was whipping my ass in perfect time. It was amazingly erotic, sexy and glorious.
I could feel Brian's kiss hasten, and I knew he was ready to blow. My dick was hot from the friction of Antonio's tight ass. Then the fireworks went off, the earth moved, and all three of us came with a symphony of sound.
As we all collapsed to the ground, we could hear the onlookers whispering, as they started to walk on to the next exhibition.
So many things to see in the Zone.
We all relaxed for a half hour or so. There was no conversation during that time -- it would have ruined the whole experience.
Our quiet was eased by the busy activity in front of us. We were just taking it all in, soaking up the whole scene. Eventually we arose and went to the beer tent for a drink, oh-so very necessary. I, myself, was absolutely parched.
We all got a bottle of water, sucked that down, then got a beer. We walked on through one street of the festival, Brian still leading me by my collar. What I now noticed was that Antonio was carrying the crop.
I knew that there was a lot we had to learn about this man, and looked forward to it…
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Checking Her Cherry
DESCRIPTION: Overprotective. Overbearing. But alluring as hell.
These are all words that describe Jane's mom's boyfriend Danny, a man whose mother cheated on his father repeatedly all those years ago. Danny would do anything not to have his favorite girl end up a slut like his mother... and I do mean anything.
When Jane starts dating Tom, he's apprehensive about it, like any man of the house would be. It's not Tom whom he gives the "third degree", however, it's Janey. Each time she comes home from a date, Danny forces her to submit to a panty inspection.
What is he looking for, exactly? Any evidence that the seemingly pure Janey is no longer as innocent as she claims.
What starts as a panty inspection quickly escalates to a full-blown pussy exam, and Danny's got **just the tool** to get the job done.
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My mom's longtime boyfriend, Danny, had an issue with sluts. And who could blame him, considering the number of times his mother had messed around on his father.
The day that Danny caught his mommy in bed with his dad's best friend was the last day she was allowed in their house. Danny was barely out of his pre-teens at the time.
"God damn slut!! Two-timing WHORE!!!" yelled Danny's father as he stomped around in anger.
"Charles... I'm -- I'm sorry," stammered Danny's mother.
"No you're not!! Now get the fuck out of my house!" thundered his dad.
"Come on, Danny," said his mother as she scrambled to put on her clothes and gather her things.
Danny had been quivering behind his dad's leg and had seen everything.
"Ohh no! Don't even think about it!! Dan stays with me. You're not fit to be any parent of his," shot his father.
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Even though Danny had told me this story several times, it still got to me every time.
"Promise me you won't end up a whore like my mother, baby," pleaded Danny.
"I want you to grow up with a good head on your shoulders."
"I promise, Danny," I agreed.
And lived up to that promise I did... at least until I turned 18.
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When I finally came into my own as a woman my senior year of high school, the pressure to stay Danny's "little girl" began to feel unwarranted. My body was now that of a grownup's, but my experiences sexually were nowhere near on par, and I blamed that on Danny. I had all these raging hormones with no outlet, 'cause there was simply no getting away with anything when it came to my Danny.
The one and only time that I flipped through a Cosmo in the checkout line, he scolded me very loudly and very harshly. He still picked out all my outfits, and I wasn't allowed to take long showers or sleep with my door closed, as Danny assumed I'd masturbate if given the chance. I did get away with touching myself at school, however, because that was the one place Danny couldn't follow me. I'd often go into a bathroom stall during lunch and diddle myself silly, thinking of my crush, Tom.
Luckily for me, Tom had started to notice me, too, and it was behind the bleachers that we'd shared our first kiss (my first kiss ever). After a few chaperoned dates, Danny finally trusted me to be alone with Tom... or so I thought.
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Granted, it probably wasn't the smartest of decisions being an hour late the very first time I came home from a solo date. I'd hoped that Danny would be out cold by now, but no such luck. He was standing in front of me with his hands on his hips, clearly unpleased.
"Did you let your boyfriend stick his dick in you, is that why you're late? You're a slut like my mother?!" hollered Danny.
I shook my head furiously, eyes brimming with tears. After years of being under and obeying his watchful eye, how could he not trust me?
"Of course not, Danny! I'm still your innocent little girl. I'm still a virgin," I said.
"I'm afraid I don't believe you," responded Danny.
"I've seen you checking out your new curves in the mirror, just waiting to get the chance to show them to a boy."
"I swear to you Danny, I didn't let him do anything..." I insisted.
"Oh really? Well if you have nothing to hide, then show me your panties," he replied.
"Wha--what?" I asked, confused and dumbfounded.
"You heard me. Get 'em off so I can check to see if you're lying," said Danny.
"I'm not lying, Danny. Showing you my panties sounds wrong. Can you please just trust me?" I plea
ded.
"Like I trusted you to be home on time?!" he snarled.
"Sorry, sweetie, but your word doesn't cut it. I need to see it with my own two eyes."
Danny started tapping his foot impatiently and held out his hand.
Slowly, fearfully, I undid the zipper of my jeans and tugged my pants down. I laid them neatly on the floor, still wearing my panties.
I shook my head no, sobbing.
"Please don't make me show you, Danny. Please."
"Janey, either you take off your panties, or I'll take them off for you," said Danny as he eyed me up and down, licking his lips. He had this special glint in his eye when he settled on my pantied pussy.
I took a deep breath in, then grabbed onto my feminine underthings and scooted them down. I worried about what Danny could be thinking as I revealed my nearly bare pussy inch by inch. Would he accuse me of being a harlot for having a naturally girlish mound?
I could feel the heat from Danny's stare penetrating my crotch. I'm embarrassed to admit, but it actually kind of turned me on. My Danny was a handsome man, so if I was going to put my pussy on display for anyone, I was glad it was for him.
I continued pulling my panties down my legs and stepped out of them. I nervously handed them to him, unsure of exactly what he was looking for.
I watched as Danny inspected my pink panties from the outside in. He smoothed his fingers along the fabric, checking for any moisture. Once satisfied they were dry, he brought the panties up to his face and gave them a good sniff.
"Oh, Danny," I breathed, secretly taken by the fact that he was being so intimate with... well, my intimates.
He threw them back at me, satisfied that I wasn't the little whore he suspected I was. He then gave me a smack on the ass and said, "Have a good night, Princess. Don't be late next time."
I got my bare behind up to bed real quick, then got under the covers and began to play with myself as quietly as I could. What I had just done for Danny had gotten me all worked up.
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Breakfast the next morning was awkward, to say the least. Knowing that Danny knew what I looked (and smelled) like down there was all I could think about.
After taking a sip of his coffee, he spoke up.
"Jane, I apologize about last night. It was clear to me that you were a little turned on, but your panties proved you didn't take things too far with Tom."
"I told you I didn't, Danny!" I replied.
"I know, Pumpkin. Despite your best intentions, however, I'm afraid it's fairly inevitable that you'll find yourself tempted by him at some point. And so, to help keep you accountable, I'll need to perform a panty check whenever you come back from being out with Tom."
My mouth dropped open.
"You can't be serious...?" I gasped.
"I'm dead serious," replied Danny.
"And for the record, I'm not asking you to do this -- I'm telling you. Either you let me keep you accountable, or you end things with your boyfriend."
"Danny, that's really not fair!" I exclaimed.
"It's completely fair. My house, my rules," he replied.
Danny had been living with my mom and me for seven years, so he had a point.
As much as I hated the idea of having to routinely shame myself in front of Danny, I cared for Tom, and didn't particularly want to break up with my one and only boyfriend. Who knows how long it'd be before another guy showed interest in me...
"Alright Danny," I agreed in my quietest voice.
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On my next date with Tom, I specifically wore one of my schoolgirl-esque skirts so I wouldn't have to expose my pussy to Danny again... even though I'd secretly liked it.
Tom took me to a drive-in, and then, once the movie was over, things started to get a little frisky. The movie we'd seen had some pretty intense sex scenes in it, and this had apparently gotten Tom all worked up.
"Did you like the movie?" I asked as I turned to Tom and looked at him with adoration.
"Not as much as I like you," he replied before leaning in to kiss me passionately.
I ran my fingers through his hair as he cupped my face gently, our tongues moving in each other's mouths in one incredibly hot wrestle. Tom ran a free hand from my face down to one of my breasts, and I moaned in pleasure when I felt him squeeze me there. He fondled me on top of my shirt for a few moments before taking both hands and sliding them under and up the fabric, eager to get to the source.
"Ohhh," I said softly when I felt Tom's strong hands touch my bare breasts.
He grabbed onto them and moved them in small circles, my excited nips jutting into his palms. He continued to kiss me, hungrily and with yearning, as he massaged my body into ecstasy.
Feeling Tom in my mouth and on my breasts was putting my panties in grave danger of becoming wet. I didn't want to stop him, but when I felt him start to slide his hand up my thigh, I knew I had to.
"Stop, Tom. I need you to stop," I whispered, not wanting to say the words.
"Why babe?" he asked, clearly confused because I had seemed so into it.
"Because my mom's boyfriend is a fucking weirdo... he checks my panties whenever I come home from being out with you," I explained.
"He'll know if I took things too far."
"Wow, that's messed up. You should report him or something," suggested Tom.
"Danny means well -- he just doesn't want me to end up like his mom," I replied.
"Like his mom?" said Tom.
"Yeah -- like a slut," I responded.
I reached out and began to stroke Tom's hard member through his jeans.
"We'll just have to get... creative," I said slyly.
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When I arrived home, I wasn't happy to see Danny, to say the least.
"Did you have fun?" he asked, as if he were a perfectly normal dude.
"Not too much fun I hope," he added.
I shrugged my shoulders and started to reach under my skirt to lower my panties. Danny had other plans, however, and quickly shoved me against the front door before I could do what he wanted.
"What the hell, Dan?!" I shouted.
Was there no pleasing him?
"You watch your mouth, Jane! I need to make sure you're not giving me a pair of decoy panties," said Danny as lifted the bottom of my skirt and tucked it inside my underwear.
Decoy panties? Da fuck...
He got down on his knees so his face was right up against my pussy. He took a deep inhale and breathed in the scent of my panties. He then scooted them down until they were clinging around my thighs. I blushed as I felt my pussy grow hot, hoping that Danny would touch me there.
Danny pulled my angelic white panties a little closer to his body as he leaned in to inspect them. I could feel his hot breath on my virgin mound, and it excited me.
"All--all clear?" I quivered, cursing myself in my head for craving a more thorough examination.
"Not quite," responded Danny as he moved his hands onto my pussy lips.
He was doing it -- he was really doing it, I thought, my whole body flushed with lust from this one simple touch.
I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning as Danny smeared my folds around in his hands. He was holding up each individual pussy lip now, checking for any residual cum. My entire pussy was tingling from his touch -- I didn't want Danny to stop.
Just then, Danny slipped his two longest fingers inside my hole and began slapping them about, fingering me in a frenzy as he checked my vagina for "evidence" that I had sinned. I reached out and grabbed onto Danny's shoulder, clenching it, trying my damnedest not to show that I was enjoying this.
Danny must have had a real hard time determining what was my natural pussy juice and what was potential cum, as he continued to fuck me with his fingers, going harder and faster now. I closed my eyes and tried to think of something else, but it was no use.
The pleasure that Danny was giving me was just too blissful to ignore.
"Uhhh!!" I
called out as I came with Danny inside me. My pussy clenched onto his digits, squeezing pleasure out of every wave. My orgasm seemed like it would never end as I came for longer than I ever had before.
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