AJAK MAIN

Pada sesiapa yang belum cukup umuq cam langsat, pulasan, ... sila baca cite lain.. nanti terangsang nanti hangpa nangisss!!!


Aku ingin berkongsi pengalaman pertama aku bermain dengan perempuan. Ini bukan fantasi dan memang betul-betul terjadi. Tahun 2000 adalah tahun di mana ekenomi Malaysia agak lembab. Disebabkan gaji yang kena potong aku berpindah ke rumah sewa yang agak murah di luar Kuala Lumpur. Aku menyewa sebuah rumah kampung berkongsi membayar dengan teman2 yg lain. Disebabkan aku bekerja syiff, tidur aku tak menentu. Kalau kerja pagi aku tidur malam dan kalau kerja malam aku tidur sianglah.


Nak jadikan cerita jiran aku tu adalah sebuah keluarga kecil lebih kurang 3 orang anaknya. Yang bungsu 3 tahun, kedua 12th dan yg ketiga anak gadisnya, berusia 18th. Jika aku pulang kerja syif malam aku senang membasuh terus pakaian aku dan akan aku sidai di ampaian yang bertentangan dgn bilik anak gadisnya yg sulung. Setiap kali aku menyidai kain bajuku, aku perasan ada sepasang mata di celah2 tingkap cermin memerhatiku. Tapi aku syak mesti anak gadisnya itu. Tekaan aku rupanya tepat bila maknya memanggil "Yati!!!!", lantas bergemalah satu suara dari bilik itu dan menyahut, "ya, mak!!!".


Aku pendekkanlah ceritaku ini. Entah macamana pada hari yang lain aku menyidai kain bajuku, anak gadisnya juga menyidai kain bajunya juga kerana ampaian kami bertentangan kedudukannya. Maka dari peristiwa itulah titik tolak perkenalan kami. Setiap kali aku sidai baju mesti dia sidai baju juga dan kami sering bertanya kabar dan berbual2 mesra.


Satu hari dia tanya aku, "Siang ni you free tak?" Aku yg terpinga-pinga bertanya balik, "Ada apa?" "I nak tumpang bilik youlah, kawan you pun kerjakan?" Berderau darah aku lantas terpacul selamba suaraku "Eh... no problem" "Bilik u ada TV?" tanya dia lagi "Ada!!!" balasku dengan kehairanan "Kalau macam tu baguslah..u tunggu kat bilik, lagi 1/2 jam i datang."


Aku pun dengan dada yg berdebar2 menunggunya sambil memerhati jam di dinding dengan perasaan yg tak sabar. Setengah jam berlalu tiba2 Tuk! Tuk! Tuk! Pintu bilikku berbunyi. Tanpa membuang masa aku membuka pintu bilik dan Yati dengan tshirt ketatnya tersenyum sambil tangannya menjinjing beg plastik yg aku tak pasti apa isinya. Tanpa membuang masa dia terus menuju dan men'switch on'kan tv aku dan terus membuka barang di dalam beg plastiknya. "U biasa main tak?" tanya Yati "Tak biasa" jawab aku "Tak pe i ajar u, step by step. U tengok i punya permainan dan lepas tu u pulak main, nanti dak okey kita main sama2."ujarnya panjang lebar.


Tak sampai 1 jam permainan yg diajar oleh Yati, aku dah okey dalam permainanku dan kami kini bermain bersama-sama. Kadang-kadang turn aku dulu kemudian turn dia pulak.


Fuhhhh... .Syok ape... Gian beb, dan dengan selamba aku pun tanya,


"Eh, mahal tak Playstation yang u beli nie?" tanya aku
"Mahal juga, itupun ayah yang belikan" jawab Yati
"I ingat nak belilah satu, bulan depan" aku bersuara dgn penuh minat "Eloklah, esok nanti Yati tak yah nak bawak Yati punya PS lagi" Yati menjawab dgn senyum. Lebih kurang 2 jam bermain, Yati minta diri dan kami bersalaman.


Untuk kekawan, itulah pengalaman pertama aku bermain Playstation dengan seorang awek. Aku harap hangpa terangsang dengan cerita benar aku ini... .

THE HALLOWEEN PARTY

There were two days left until Halloween. It was the 
first time in years that I didn't have to work, and I 
wasn't going to be the one stuck at home handing out 
candy to the trick-or-treaters. Halloween was also fell 
on a Saturday this year, which meant I could drink and 
party all I wanted and I could just spend Sunday 
recuperating.

I was so excited, I had the cutest costume. It involved 
a miniskirt, a black spaghetti strap, fishnets, a pair 
of pointy ears, and a fuzzy tail. I know black cats are 
cliche, but they are also classic... and sexy.

I was actually invited through my friend to the party. 
I called her on Friday to make sure our plans were 
still on. She said they were and they we would meet 
before the party at her house then walk to the house 
with the party so we wouldn't have to worry about 
driving. The house where the party was going to be was 
a few blocks away from her house.

On Saturday, we met at about 8:00 to go to dinner. The 
party was at ten and after dinner we went back to her 
house to get ready. I changed into my costume and went 
to the bathroom, where Ash was putting on her makeup. I 
put on jet-black eyeliner, then drew on a nose and long 
whiskers. Ash was going as a She-devil, she wore ruby 
red lipstick and a little red dress that went up mid-
thigh. She looked hot to say the least, no pun 
intended.

Her friend was very wealthy, I couldn't help but think 
it, but she was a gold digger. They had had a fling 
before, he drove a Porsche and wore Armani and other 
snotty brands. He owned a landscaping company, and he 
didn't really have a lot of time for her, so they never 
developed into anything more that a fling. We touched 
up each others' makeup and made sure everything was in 
place. It was about five after ten when we decided to 
leave her house. We wanted to be fashionably late, but 
we didn't want to miss the whole party, the house was 
about two blocks away.

As we walked, the trick-or-treaters become few and the 
ones that were still out were teenagers. A few cars 
drove by and whistles were blown out the windows at us, 
it gave me some confidence. We got to the street and 
began walking down it. You could tell a party was going 
on from all the cars parked on the street. 

We got to the house, it was huge and decorated for 
Halloween. You could hear the beat of the music and the 
door was open. We peered in from the street. The 
porches lights were all replaced with black-light bulbs 
and there were fake cobwebs all over everything. As we 
walked up the steps we saw tons of people inside 
through the hallway, all dancing to the beat.

We entered and laid our coats on the coat table, then 
walked through the hallway to a larger room. A guy 
dressed like Frankenstein suddenly appeared, he gave 
Ash a kiss on the cheek and called her "babe." He took 
her hand and led her into the crowd. So much for not 
having to worry about being alone in a house with tons 
of people I didn't know.

I decided I would start with a drink. I found the room 
with the refreshments. There was a mini-bar in it with 
a hired bartender. I ordered a White Russian and waited 
for my drink. I picked through the bowl of candy on the 
refreshment table and took in my surroundings. Behind 
the bar were glass shelves loaded with different kinds 
of expensive looking alcohol bottles. The shelves were 
mirrored from behind and the bulbs below the shelves 
were replaced with radioactive green ones. Spider webs 
were hung from a few shelves... the bartender handed me 
my drink and I turned around to watch the dancers. 

I drank about half of it while gazing through the masks 
and wigs. A green creature danced with a princess, an 
alien was twirling a leopard, and Spiderman was dancing 
with Madonna. The combination of the drink and seeing 
funny things made me giggle. Then I noticed a furry 
creature with pointy ears like mine staring at me. His 
furry ears were actually a part of his own ears. He  
had a black nose, a tail, and had a pair of almost sexy 
looking fangs. His costume was actually very 
convincing.

He made eye contact with me and began to work his way 
towards me. He left the edge of the crowd and I was 
still smiling, he held out his hand and asked me if I'd 
like to dance... I grabbed a hold of his furry hand and 
he led me back into the crowd. He started just moving 
his body to the beat and I did the same, careful not to 
spill my drink. 

His hands came down on my hips and he pulled me closer. 
We began moving our bodies against each other. I ran my 
free hand around to his back and grazed it up and down 
with my fingers. His hands grabbed my hips and pulled 
me against him. I felt a hard spot in his soft baggy 
jeans.

He tried to kiss me but I teased him by turning my 
head. He ended up kissing my cheek. He noticed that my 
drink was almost gone and he asked what I had and if I 
wanted another. I told him while I nodded and he 
slipped into the mesh of people before I could realize 
what he was doing. He came back with and I sipped down 
about a third of it, then asked him if he wanted any. 

He took a few sips then gave it back to me. I drank the 
rest while we danced loosely against each other, then I 
walked over to the refreshment table and set my glass 
down among the others. I walked back to Wolfie and he 
tried again to steal a kiss, and again, I denied him, 
only to tease him. He began kissing my neck instead, 
sending chills down my back, then he leaned over me and 
whispered in my ear.

"Make me howl for you..." his whispers tickled my ear 
and I giggled.

I looked up into his dark eyes then reached out and 
placed my hand on his crotch. He wrapped his arms 
around my back and pulled me into him, pushing his hips 
into me to the beat of the music. I turned around and 
rubbed my ass against his pants, his hands were all 
over my body at this point. He turned me back around 
and took my hand, he led me to a dark corner. 

He pressed me up against the wall and held my wrists 
forcefully enough to turn me on, but careful not to 
hurt me. He pressed his body into me and I lifted my 
face up to see him better. He moved in with a kiss. His 
lips just barely brushed against mine before he pulled 
away, he smiled at me. 

I pushed against him and felt the hard spot again where 
his manhood signified how turned on he was. We started 
making out, him pressing me against the wall, me 
rubbing my crotch against him in a back and forth 
motion. His tongue pressed inside my mouth, and I felt 
his "fangs" with my tongue. He let go of my wrists and 
started to feel my body, moving his hands over my 
breasts, then down to my hips and waist, then behind me 
to my ass. He grabbed each cheek and almost lifted me 
up into him.

I let go of our kiss to give him a naughty look, and he 
asked me if I wanted to go upstairs...

Why the hell not, I thought to myself, so I took his 
hand as he led me around the spiral staircase up to the 
bedrooms...

We made it to the hallway before we started kissing 
again, he pushed me into the wall and held me there.

"Yunno, cats and dogs don't usually get along," I 
teased him while he tried to kiss me.

"Why do you think I'm being so rough?" he grunted in my 
ear.

"Because you know I like it," I stared him straight in 
the eyes as I said it. His cock was pressing against me 
and a few fellow partygoers were staring at us.

When I looked at them, they turned away, I looked back 
at Wolf boy and smiled.

"You are soo hot, who are you?" he asked.

I thanked him and started biting his ears (his real 
ears), then I reached between his legs and grabbed his 
nuts. He pulled me off the wall and opened the first 
bedroom door. It was a study type of room„£ the walls 
were full of books and there was this huge wooden desk 
with a computer on it. A large chair sat in the corner.

I pushed Wolfie over to the chair and sat in his lap, 
straddling him. He sat back and let me have my way with 
him. I pressed my hips into his body and held his 
shoulders against the chair while he kissed the bare 
part of my chest. Then I stood back up and took off my 
tank, I pulled the soft fabric over my head and my 
breast fell free of their restraint. I flipped the 
shirt onto the floor by the chair and straddled Wolf 
boy again.

His large furry hands wrapped around each of my breasts 
and he began to grab and rub them. His eyes stared at 
them in amazement. I was glad he was pleased. He 
lowered his head to my left nipple and began to suck on 
it. I felt his tongue roll around and around the tip of 
my breast while one hand was on my hips and his other 
was on my other breast. He squeezed my right nipple 
gently between his fingers and I moaned.

He let go of my tit and reached down to my skirt, 
working his hand up under the tight fabric, he felt the 
smooth skin all along the inside of my things and then 
I felt him push my thong aside. His fingers worked 
their way inside my slit, while the fur he wore on his 
hands tickled my thighs. I pressed down onto his hand 
and asked him for more.

"More, you naughty kitten? I'll show you more," he 
whispered. 

He pushed me off and stood up, then he unzipped his 
pants and took off his long sleeved shirt. He had on a 
white wife-beater underneath; he looked surprisingly, 
yet incredibly hot in a pair of undone jeans, a wife-
beater, and his "fur" and his fangs still on from his 
werewolf costume. His hands had a few patches of fur 
and his face of course, with fake extension-like, furry 
pieces of his ears. 

I leaned over to him and we kissed briefly, then he 
turned me around and threw me to the chair. He leaned 
over me and met my lips with a sweet kiss. Every time I 
kissed him I felt his fangs against my soft lips, he 
gently bit me a few times, I thought I would scream 
from how good it felt.

He got down onto his knees and pushed the fabric of my 
skirt up, revealing to himself my moist pussy. Reaching 
up inside my skirt, he found the straps of my thong and 
peeled them down my legs. I kicked them off and he 
lowered his head to my crotch. I felt his warm tongue 
prod its way between my pussy lips, sliding back and 
forth along the length of my slit. 

I moaned as he pushed his tongue into my hole, then 
slid it back out. His fingers worked around my clit in 
a circular motion, sending shivers up and down my 
spine. I felt it building up while his hands and tongue 
kept working at my pussy. My back arched and my hips 
bucked forward against Wolfie's face... Exploding into 
an orgasm, moaning long and deep from within my body, I 
heard him tell me to quiet down a bit. I guess I was 
louder then I thought.

He stood back up and dropped his pants to the floor, 
his cock was poking out through the fly in his boxers. 
He stood over me and rubbed his cock along my tits and 
stomach, then he stood upright again and pulled his 
boxers off. I leaned forward, lifted up his shirt and 
kissed his happy trail. 

His cock pressed into my neck, so I reached up and 
began to stroke it, I wrapped my soft hand around it 
and pulled the taut skin forward, then pushed back, 
then again I pulled forward. I felt a drop of moisture 
form at the tip of the head, so I lowered my mouth to 
his cock and licked it up. I swirled my tongue around 
his cock head and felt his big hand come down on my 
head as I began to take his big dick into my mouth.

His cock slid past my parting lips while my tongue 
massaged the underside of his shaft. His hands pushed 
my head further onto his dick while he moaned loudly. I 
looked up at him and his dark eyes were closed. His 
head slowly fell back and he took fistfuls of my hair 
in his hands, using it to push and pull me back and 
forth on his cock.

He asked me if he could fuck me and I let go of his 
cock. I stood up and told his he could do anything he 
wanted to his little pussy. He turned me around and 
bent me over back wards, then pushed me onto my hands. 
His warm body came down on top of me and I felt his 
cock push into my tight slit.

"You are soo tight!" he complimented. His 8 inches slid 
past my opening into my warm wet pussy. Once he was in 
all the way, he pulled in and out, then grabbed a hold 
of my hips and pulled me into his pelvis. His cock 
plunged back and forth against my slick walls, I could 
hear him grunting through the moans escaping my own 
mouth. He straightened his back out so he was sitting 
on his knees, I was still in the doggy style position.

A hard slap came down on my ass and I looked around to 
see him smiling at me, he was staring at his cock going 
in and out of my pussy. I could feel my walls cling to 
his dick as he plunged in and out.

His thrusts slowed as he got closer and closer. I heard 
him take a deep breath then felt the unmistakable rush 
of cum flowing into my pussy. His cock pulsed and 
twitched inside my pussy, shooting spurt after spurt of 
semen across my walls. His cock pulsed one last time 
and he bent over me to rest. I felt him pull out and he 
laid on the floor next to me. I lay down and noticed he 
was ed out. Cute little werewolf.

I got up and dressed myself and went back to the party. 
As I walked down the stairs I straightened my hair and 
cat ears. I saw a guy dressed as a vampire walk up to 
me... Mmm, fangs...

"Hey, wanna dance?" he asked.

"Here we go again," I thought to myself.

PINDAH RUMAH

AANIZ

Gua ni tak pandai mukadimah2 ni.Mula terus ajelah ekk. Citenya macam ni,pada 2001 aku ditukarkan bertugas di utara tanah air merangkap 2nd bos la jugak.. Kat opis aku semuanya makcik2. Ada tiga orang yang muda. 2 anak dara 1 bini org.Tapi yang boleh dianggap selera aku tu bini orang tu la. Cutting bleh tahan..anak dah 2. umur die masa tu baru masuk 30 thn,tua 3 tahun dari aku. Aku selalu jugak borak2 dgn dia ni.Aniz namanya. Nama btul ap ntah aku tak amik port sgt. Dalam pertengahan tahun aku dengan aniz ni kena outstation di j.b 4 hari. Dia tanyer aku nak pegi dengan ape pastu aku cakap naik kete dia nak tumpang.Aku o.k jer cakap.Kitaorang pun bertolak malam tu.Memang aku sorang jer yg drive sampai j.b. Kesian nak suruh pompuan drive.Dalam kete aku lebih banyak ayat si aniz ni.dia pun layan gak..ada sikit2 malu la tapi aku straight to the point jer..sesekali kena bab sensitif dia tampar manja bahu aku.Aku trgoda gak dengan tindakbalas dier tu.Kitaorang sampai j.b kul 7 pagi. Check in di hotel 4 star.Mula2 nak amik bilik asing2 pastu aku cakap buat apa nakbazir duit amik 1 bilik dah ler.Aku cakap amik ler bilik yang ada 2 katil.Dia cakap segan tapi aku cap tak payah takut aku nak letak beg aje pastu pegi umah kawan aku. Dia pun setuju..Lepas kitaorang check in aku pun turun ke lobi nak tepon kawan aku alih2 dia cakap dia ada kat k.l plak. Aku pun balik bilik dan aku tengok aniz ni dah siap mandi dan nak turun sarapaan. Aku cakap kat der aku pun nak sarapan dia kata o.k nak tunggu aku kat lobi hotel.Selesai mandi kitaorang sarapan kat coffe house hotel tu pastu borak kosong jer aku citer kat dier tak jadi jumpe member aku. Pastu aku cakap nak tido dia kata takper la dia tak kesah. Kitaorg pun naik bilik dan aku tido mengadap timur dan dia tido di katil dier mengadap barat. Esokner kitaorang pun gi kursus sampai petang hari last tu. Masih takder apa2 yang berlaku.Ingat nak balik malam tu jugak tapi aku cakap letih dier pun cakap nak extend satu malam lagi o.k la.. Tapi malam tu kitaorg pegi shopping,makan2 dan balik hotel jam dah dekat kul 12. Masuk bilik dier ke toilet dan aku lepak tengok tv tapi konek aku ni macam nak memantatttt jer rasanya. Aniz dah bersiap nak tidur mase keluar toilet aku pegi tepi katil dier tanya aku nak sesuatu malam ni tapi dia cakap dia taknak buat pelik2 dengan aku..Aku dah memang tak tahan maser tu dan aku tak pikir panjang terus naik atas katil der peluk dan cium dier. Dier merayu mintak kawal diri dan lepaskan dier tapi aku dah naik giler tengok leher dier yamg gebu tu. Aku terus cuba memperkosa dier tanpa fikir takut aku lucutkan seluar trek yang dia pakai terus aku masuukan tanagan aku dalam baju dia dan hisap tetek dia dengan suasana lampu bilik yang romantik aku menggila....Aku buka cpat2 pakaian aku terus koyakkan kaki aniz dan dia masih merayu sambil menangis tapi aku tak kasi chance treus aku ludah kat lubang dier dan masukkan batang aku yang tengah keras..memang meraung giler dier tapi aku teruskan mendayung lagi sampai aku tengok dier mata dah putih dan aku terus muntahkan air mani aku dalam pantar dier.Lamer gak aku gomol dan rogoldier.Setelah dekat sejam aku rogol dier aku pun puas... Sekarang aku masih lagi mendiami penjara sungai buloh dan menunggu lagi 6 sebatan. Aku kena 12 sebatan 6 dah kena tapi 6 lagi bulan depan kut..NI taip kat cc penjara ni pun sambil berdiri..tak bleh duduk. Sakit sioottt.......

MAKING A DEPOSIT

The blast of cool air that caressed the long-legged 
young woman's body was a welcome relief in the Southern 
California September afternoon. For a few seconds, she 
just stood there, reveling in the coolness. Then, she 
moved over to one of the customer convenience counters. 
There were several people in the bank, but she didn't 
pay any particular attention as she concentrated on 
filling out her deposit slip. 

Finished, she straightened up and had just taken one 
step toward the line waiting for a teller, when the 
street door suddenly slammed open with a loud bang. 
Billie's shoulder length brown hair whipped around her 
face as she whirled her head around. She heard a woman 
scream. 

Five men, each holding what Billie would always think 
of as a huge pistol, were fanning out through the bank 
lobby. Billie's heart leaped into her throat where it 
beat furiously, choking her. 

"Okay, everybody just stay still and keep calm and 
nobody gets hurt," one of the men shouted. "Everybody 
into the corner... over there. Move! Now!" 

For a second, nothing happened, then the other 
customers began shuffling toward the corner the man had 
indicated. The bank employees, herded by a sixth man 
who had evidently came in another door, flowed out from 
behind the counters and joined the customers in one 
frightened mass. 

To Billie, everything seemed to be moving in slow 
motion. She couldn't seem to force herself to move at 
all. There was an old man standing near her, and he too 
seemed rooted to the spot. One of the men, wearing a 
nylon stocking over his face, stomped threateningly 
toward them. "You heard the man, into that corner. Now, 
goddamnit!" He shouted at them. His voice thundered in 
Billie's head, echoing as though they were in a small, 
empty room. She began to shiver, her stomach whirling.. 

"Now, now, see here..." The old man began, sputtering. 

The gunman brought his hand up, viciously cracking it 
into the side of the man's head, knocking him to the 
floor, blood spurting from the side of his head. Billie 
stared down at his crumpled form, her skin tingling as 
if her body were electrically charged, every cell awake 
and tingling. 

With the same eerie slowness, the gunman moved closer 
to Billie. He was black, they all were she realized, 
and now that he was next to her she saw that he was 
huge, and muscular. His eyes, even through the veil of 
the nylon stocking, were cruel and deep. Her shivers 
deepened into body-whacking trembles. 

"That means you too, bitch," he snarled at her. Still 
she couldn't move, could only stand there, panting. Her 
nipples were hard, she realized, poking out against her 
suddenly too tight bra. They ached, feeling like they 
would burst at any moment. A tiny stream of moisture 
began to wet her panties. She stared at the man like a 
bird at a snake. 

"Move it, slut!" he snapped again, lashing his open 
palm across her cheek. Stinging pain spread over her 
face. 

Her ears echoed with the exciting sound of his palm 
striking her flesh. The trickle between her legs became 
a stream. Tiny whimpering sounds came from her throat. 
Her eyes, even as she trembled with fear, danced with 
the flame of the confusing fire raging within her. 
Gradually the thug began to realize what was happening 
to the good-looking young girl he was towering over. 

A big grin began to spread over his face beneath the 
mask, and he slapped her again, laughing slightly. 
Around them the noise of breaking glass and splitting 
wood filled the room as his companions began to smash 
open cash drawers. Neither of them paid any attention 
to the noise. 

Casually, almost contemptuously, the man ran his hands 
over Billie's body while she stood, whimpering softly. 
His hands squeezed her breast, hard, and she moaned, 
swaying toward him, her eyes closing before the wave of 
passion sweeping over her. His hands went lower, 
sliding down over her waist, reaching around to cup her 
buttocks, pulling her to him. His hot breath seared her 
cheeks and she felt his hard-on burning into her 
through their clothes. She groaned out loud and he 
laughed again, suddenly grabbing her arm and twisting 
it up behind her back. 

She cried out at the sudden pain, spinning in his grasp 
as he cruelly turned her around, twisting the other arm 
back and holding them both painfully high up between 
her shoulders. Sobbing, her arms on the verge of 
breaking, she stumbled before him as he pushed her 
toward a table against one wall opposite where the 
other captives had been herded and were watching. 

All the way, his phallus was growing in his pants, 
poking into her rump as he walked her across the floor. 
As they neared the table, he shifted his grip, holding 
both her arms with one hand. With his free hand, he 
began tearing at her clothes even as he pushed her face 
down over the table. 

Sharp, yelping sounds rose from her throat as her body 
twisted on the rough wood, her legs spread and her feet 
dangling inches off the floor. He clawed her skirt up 
over her waist and ripped at her pantyhose, tearing 
them to shreds and yanking her skimpy panties from her 
moist crotch. 

For an instant she felt cool air caressing her heated 
sex, and she spread wider arching her hips up, her head 
rolling and twisting in passion. He smacked his wide, 
calloused hand down on the upturned, white flesh of her 
ass. Once, twice, three times he hit her... and she 
cried out in pain at each blow, her nails clawing the 
table top, but she never for a moment tried to escape. 

Finally, panting, he stopped beating her and fumbled at 
his fly. She heard the sound of his zipper, seeming to 
drown out the continuing backdrop of breaking glass and 
curses. She threw her head up, mouth open, screaming as 
his hot, hard cock slammed deep into her dripping cunt. 

"Oh yes, YESS!" She screamed in delirium, pounding the 
table and throwing her head in neck wrenching circles, 
her hair swirling around her face. 

Flashes of lightening went off in her head. She began 
to come immediately, filled with the pain/pleasure of 
his cockhead bumping, pounding against the depths of 
her welcoming sheath. She couldn't stop cumming. His 
huge prick filled and stretched her pussy. She could 
feel every inch, every blood filled ridge. The inner 
flesh of her hole gripped him, caressing and milking 
his raging cock, embracing and saluting the brutal 
ravaging. 

The man knotted his fingers in her long brown hair, 
pulling her harder back against him, forcing her to 
arch her body more, opening herself even more for his 
pleasure. The pain in her scalp seemed to intensify the 
pleasure in her crotch and her body surrendered totally 
to the flood of sensations leaping and dancing within 
her. 

In her delirium, her hands tore her blouse open and 
ripped her bra off, freeing her swollen breasts. Now 
the firm, full mounds rolled beneath her as she 
writhed, her nipples painfully crushed against the 
table. 

Incredibly, the man's companions had, up until now, 
been too occupied to pay any attention to what was 
happening on the table. Only now did one of them, after 
glancing at his watch look up. 

"Okay...let's... Shit! What the...?" He laughed. "Hey 
man... finish it... Dump your load. Let's get the fuck 
outta here!" 

The man riding Billie quickened his movements. He began 
to grunt, then cried out. Billie's body bucked, a high-
pitched wail rising from deep in her throat as she 
received his seed. Hot, steaming semen gushed deep into 
her hole, bathing the torn tissues within. 

Her orgasm leaped to new heights as she bucked and 
tossed on the table, clawing at her breasts. His 
movements slowed, then ceased. For a moment he lay 
drained on top of her twitching body, then, with a 
sigh, he heaved himself to his feet. 

His cock slipped from her hole with a loud plop, 
followed by a gush of mingled semen and cunt juice 
which ran down her legs, dripping onto the floor, in 
full view of the shocked and numb captives. He swatted 
her once more across the ass, and then turned, zipping 
up his fly as he ran to the door with his fellows. 

Billie, barely conscious, began to slip off the table, 
unable to find the strength to arrest her fall. Like an 
old, discarded sack, her body sagged to the floor, 
where she lay, a sobbing, moaning heap of satiated 
flesh. 

For a few long moments the room was perfectly still. 
The unhurt victims seemingly unable to move, frozen in 
place by the orgasmic scene they had just witnessed. 
They just stared at Billie. She had fallen with her 
legs sprayed, her open pussy, oozing semen. Finally, an 
older woman moved. She went to Billie, crouching down 
beside her and gently taking the still moaning woman in 
her arms. As if that had been some kind of signal, the 
others shook themselves and began to live again. 

The police didn't take long to get there, nor did the 
ambulance they called. It was too late in any case. The 
thugs were gone, and the old man was already dead. 
Billie received the news with a loud sob and buried her 
head in the ample bosom of the old woman, who held her 
comfortingly. 

They took Billie to the hospital emergency room, but, 
except for the scratches on her breasts which she had 
inflicted upon herself, she was unhurt. A rape 
counselor talked to her there, and Billie listened 
politely, feigning an interest that she didn't feel. 

After all, she knew she hadn't been raped. She had 
wanted it... probably, at least at first, more than he 
did. From the moment she had seen those pistols, she 
had been excited. And when that man struck the old man, 
and then slapped her and called her a bitch and a 
slut... Oh God! 

In front of those people... all those people... Jesus! 
He beat me, hurt me... and I loved it. 

She realized the rape counselor, a big, older woman, 
had stopped her spiel and was staring at her kind of 
funny. 

"Uh... I-I'm sorry. I really am okay. Please... I'd 
just like to go home." 

"Sure," the woman said, shrugging her shoulders. If 
Billie didn't need her, there were surely others who 
did. 

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KEKASIH GELAP

baru i.. pada hari rabu lepas iaitu 10 Februari 2010...
i pergi ikut one of my office mate g karok... i pun memang giler karok... n die pun tahu..
kira malam tu saje jer konon baru nak berkenalan lah secara lebih mesra.. tak sangka sampai atas perut i pun die boleh duduk coz terlalu mesra..

kira i ngan die sebenarnya masih malu2 lagi lah...
i kuar ngan die bukan kuar berdua tau.. ramai2 g kat pusat karok.. memang ramai lah kawan2 die.. i tak suke ngan orang yang sebaya ngan i .. n die pun dah berusia n berpengalaman.. umur die ada lah 42 tahun n kawan2 die pun mestilah40 keatas kan??

masa dalam bilik karok tu, die adalah peluk2 i, tapi i wat malu2 lah..
die ada kiss leher i n cube2 nak gigit gak.. tapi ramai orang masa tu.. i kate i malu.. n die bisik lembut jer kat telinga i, kte main malam ni sayang.. tapi i jawab tak nak lah..

pastu selama lebih kurang lima jam duk bersama kawan2 n menyanyi kteorang pun kate nak balik lah.. tapi masa ni i dah stim sangat dah.. rase mcm tak tahan jer... coz die asik kiss i jer n try nak rabe breast i yang besar ni... hehehe

masa dalam bilik tu pun one of kawan die punye kekasih gelap kate, ko tak pernah bawak pempuan, tapi ko bawak yang besar dari aku punye lah... kalah lah aku.. hehehe pempuan tu cakap, kalo tak salah aku name pempuan tu emma...

then ni cite kat dalam kete lak... masa i masuk jer kereta terus die turunkan seat i n die kiss i sambil rabe2 breast i lembut... terus die angkat jer tshirt yang i pakai tu n buka bra i... n die dah mula sedut nipple i.. masa tu i rase mcm nak teruskan jer dengan aksi yang lebih berat dalam kete ni..
tapi sayang tetiba ada kereta lalu depan kete kteorang lepak tu...
n die kate syg kte main kat umah syg lah ea... umah syg tak der orang lain kan??
dalam perjalanan pulang kerumah i die menggentel puting i.. lepas puas gentel puting die gentel pulak bijik kelentit i yang gatal ni sambil jolok jari die masuk dalam pussy i..
masa tu air pun dah byk melimpah keluar.. i pun dah mengerang jer..

i pun suruh die stop jap.. coz i teringin nak rase batang die.. n nak tahu besar tak?? panjang tak?? n i dapat yang paling best setakat ni.. keras terpacak besar dan teguh... wow!!!
i pun mulakan dengan memainkan lidah i kat lubang di kepala takut nya
slow2.. n i masukkan batang die dalam mulut, kulum n hsap sampai die pulak suruh i stop, die tak nak membazir lagi die kate...

bile sampai rumah i jer, i naik dulu, n buka pintu n kemas tempat kteorang nak bertarung jap lagi, tak lame kemudian die pun dah masuk dlam umah i...
n dalam bilik i, tanpa buang masa die terus tanggal baju n seluar die, i pun tak nak buang masa, dah lame dah menahan gelora,, i pun dah kurang aktif sebab sebuk study n keje...
dari blakang die pluk i n mula mengepam breast i, n jilat2 leher i

i cakap naik atas katil lah, kte lawan kat sane yer abg..
die pun suruh i baring dulu coz die nak jilat satu badan i dulu, die kate....
die mula menjilat dari hujung kaki i naik keatas tanpa sentuh pussy i
tapi masa tu i dah menggigil dah kesedapan, dia diam sekejap n tetiba i rase lidah die dah ada kat pussy i, sedapnya , n i mengerang kesedapan lagi n ditambah lagi dengan jari n lidah die keluar masuk pussy i,

tak dapat nak gambarkan kat sini mcm mane sedapnya... tapi i mengerang tanpa henti lah.. n i rase badan i kejang.. kejang kesedapan, n mase tu die tadah air i ngan mulut die n die sedut air i masuk mulut die, best nya rase lidah die.. sedap sangat2...

n die angkat kaki i, sambil cakap abg masuk dalam ayg yer, nak rase kemutan pantat sayang. boleh buat mcm kemut lidah abg tadi tak, n i angguk jer, sebab dah tak mampu nak bercakap, tak terkata sedapnya...

n mase die nak masukkan tu, die tak terus masukkan... die gosok2 lubang die kat biji i... ah sedap... n bile i mengerang sedap tu die tetiba tujah masuk batang yang besar tu dalam pussy i... wow pedih nya,, rasa padat sangat.. ketat sangat die kate n die mulakan mendayung...

n i suke dengar suara die mengerang, dah lah suara sedap masa menyanyi masa memantat pun sedap gak...
die suruh i menonggeng n i tonggeng lah die masukkan batang die dari blakang sambil gosok lubang jubur i dengan ibu jari...
tak pernah ada orang wat mcm ni kat i
tapi sedap lah orang yang berpengalamn memang best...

tu belum lagi die tujah pantat i dari bawah sambil i duduk atas die... ah aah aah.. i ngerang... sedap taw... kalo nak tau mcm mane rase u ols kena cube lah...
n bersama ngan die berkali2 i rase air i keluar dengan lajunya..
n mase die nak dekat sampai die suruh i duk bawah balik...
die tujah laju2...
aah ah ah masa tu.. tak leh kate lain dah...
n air die pun keluar...
n die pancut dalam... terasa kekuatan pancutan die tu.. n banyak das lah.. byk sangat air die.. melimpah2...

i tak rugi kenal die, n i tahu akan ada lagi kisah i dengan die...
n tadi die ajak i main masa kat ofis...
tapi i risau lah coz ramai orang lagi masa tu.... tapi i tahu i akan dapat kesedapan yang lebih hebat lagi dari malam tu..

jumpe lagi yer kawan...

THE MASTER KEY

Pete had first seen her lying by the apartment complex 
pool, a couple weeks back. The petite Asian goddess sat 
on the beach chair with one leg out and one leg 
slightly bent wearing a sheer white robe over a bikini. 
Under her big straw hat, he could see the face of an 
angel, as she sat reading her magazine with Japanese 
print on the cover. 

He was walking back to his car from Melinda's 
apartment. Even though he was in a hurry, he took pause 
to soak up the smooth skin of her legs and tiny waist. 
Damn! what I would give to fuck her, he thought. Then 
he looked at his watch. 12:55, Shit! only five minutes 
left on his lunch break. 

Pete wasn't worried about being late back to work. No, 
the bigger concern was running into his supervisor 
Mike, who came home for his lunch between 1 to 2. See, 
Mike liked to eat lunch at home with his wife, Melinda, 
who was presently back in the apartment throwing her 
clothes back on and running to the kitchen. Somewhere 
in that time, she would also have to brush her teeth. 
Pete had just fucked her from behind, and then pumped 
his load in her mouth as she kneeled before him, with 
one hand on the back of her head and another around her 
throat. 

Oh well, he thought, can't fuck 'em all. With that 
thought, he turned the corner and almost ran into a man 
walking the other direction. For an instant, he thought 
it was Mike. But no, it was just the maintenance man, 
carrying a load of paint buckets. The man rounded the 
corner and disappeared, and Pete noticed an empty 
apartment, smelling of fresh paint, with a ring of keys 
hanging from the doorknob. Pete didn't miss a stride as 
he grabbed it and slipped it into his pocket, thinking 
hmmm, these may prove useful one day... 

*** 

Mike was out of town for two days for some training 
somewhere. The morning of day two, Pete let himself 
into Melinda and Mike's apartment with his new master 
key at 5:45 and waited in the dark. At 6, Melinda came 
home from the night shift. She flicked on the light, 
but nothing happened. Shit, she thought, not the fuse 
again. 

As she went for the circuit breaker, hands reached out 
of the dark and threw her onto the couch. She spun 
around, just in time for her assailant to land on top 
of her. In the half light she could barely make out his 
silhouette as he pulled her coat open. His hands 
reached into her coat and grabbed the front of her 
white nurse's uniform. Buttons flew as he ripped it 
open, exposing her white lace bra. 

"No!" she shouted. He slapped hard across the face, and 
whispered, "shut up bitch." She gasped as clap of the 
blow echoed off the walls, shocked by the blow as well 
as the recognition of the voice. Stunned, she didn't 
resist as Pete pushed her bra up and mauled her round 
breasts. 

Melinda realized what was going on and whispered 
hoarsely, "No, stop. 
Pete, no!" He let go of her nipples and grabbed her 
throat. His other hand grabbed her hair. "I said, shut 
the fuck up, you little whore." He stood up, pulling 
her by the hair and throat. The pain tore through her 
and she grabbed his hands, trying to take the pressure 
off her hair. They got off the couch, and he shoved her 
against the side. 

As she gasped for air, he spun her around away from him 
and pinned her against the armrest. His arms encircled 
her, one grabbing her tit, twisting the nipple. Then he 
let go and slid his hand up her loose disheveled bra, 
and went up to her throat, lightly pinching her voice 
box. She froze in fear. 

His other hand went down the front of her torn uniform, 
under her nylons and into her panties. He grabbed her 
crotch, working his middle finger into her dry hole. 

"No, no," she whimpered, until he lightly added 
pressure to her neck. She stopped, as he felt for her 
dry clit, ripping out pubes as his fingers rubbed her 
raw, inside and out. 

Pete released her neck and shoved her down, bending her 
over the armrest. He roughly pulled down hose and 
panties around her ankles and stepped on the crotch, 
pulling one leg out. Then he kicked her legs apart. She 
was naked waist down, legs spread, completely 
vulnerable to him as he pinned her against the armrest. 

"Stop, Pete!" she whispered and cried, as she tried to 
straighten. He pushed her head back down and shoved his 
hips against her legs, ramming her into the couch. 
"Shut up!" he spat, as the winced, with the air knocked 
out of her lungs. 

He reached into his pocked and got the jar of cold 
cream. He opened it, with her pinned against the couch, 
and took out a big gob with three fingers. Then he 
reached under her, and slathered it into her cunt. She 
gasped at the shock of the cold, with his fingers 
following them up. Her pussy sloshed, with the cream 
deep inside her, as well as running down her inner 
thigh. He then pulled out his sopping fingers and ran 
them up her crack, moistening her tight virgin ass. 

"No!" she cried. Pete just shoved her even harder, 
knocking her air out once again. As she fought to catch 
her breath, he dropped his pants rammed his rock hard 
cock into her snatch. Her legs tightened around his, 
but she couldn't force him out. 

He pumped her wildly, ripping into her, as she grunted 
at the sudden entry. He fucked and fucked, as she sat 
their helplessly, taking it deeply from behind. 

She thought it would never stop, until he suddenly 
pulled out. 
She knew he hadn't come, but didn't know what was going 
on. Then he pulled her ass checks apart and put the 
head of his engorged cock against the small hole. "N--" 
she begged, as he rammed it into her tight ass. "Ughh," 
she whimpered, as he pulled out a little, and the 
thrust even deeper. 

Her entire body tensed as he ripped into her. "Ohhh, 
unnngh!" she gasped in pain, feeling his cock worked 
itself in all the way. His hips finally slapped up 
against her ass, his buried cock deep in her bowels. 

He moved his legs out from hers, and she quickly drew 
her legs together. This squeezed her ass tighter around 
his dick. Then he pulled her head up, and moved his 
hand back around her throat, his other hand grabbing 
her nipple again. Pete moved his mouth next to her ear 
and whispered "take it you little slut" as he slowly 
worked his cock around, deep in her asshole. "take it, 
take it up the ass!" 

"Uhhhh, ohhh, no, stop, oohhhh!" she cried. But he kept 
fucking and fucking. Faster and faster, he pumped as 
she whimpered and moaned in pain. From his rhythm, she 
knew he was close. 

But again, he abruptly stopped and pulled out. Her 
asshole was still burning, but free from the immense 
pressure of his hard cock, that she didn't notice when 
he pushed her down onto the floor. He rolled her onto 
his back and got on top of her, pinning her arms above 
her head. 

His cock found its way back into her pussy, and she 
gasped again at the intrusion. He fucked in and out 
roughly, his face right against hers. The pain and 
hatred in her eyes meant nothing, as he thrust a few 
more times before unloading his come into her. "yeah, 
bitch, here comes my juice. Right where you like it, 
cunt." His balls pumped every last drop into her, and 
he rolled off, catching his breath. 

Free at least, she rolled onto her side and started 
sobbing. Then she turned on him, "Get out of here, you 
son of a bitch. If I ever see you again, you're a dead 
man!" 

"Relax, you little minx. You loved it." he coolly 
replied, as he slowly got up. She started to sob. Time 
to bail, he said. "Look, if you didn't like it, that's 
your tough shit. But, you say anything or try to do 
anything, you're in as deep shit as I am, so you better 
keep quiet." 

She just sobbed more, as he pulled up his pants, and 
left. 

*** 

'Shit, what a cry baby,' he thought, as he walked out. 

The cool predawn air felt good on his sweaty body. Time 
for a nice relaxing day at work, without the supervisor 
around. Good to get his strength back. 

As he turned the corner again, he saw a taxi waiting. 
Instinctively, he stopped, and stepped into the bushes 
next to the path. Then he saw the apartment facing the 
parking lot open. A man wearing a suit, carrying a 
briefcase and large suitcase stepped out of the bright 
apartment into the twilight. Then, the unmistakable 
figure of his goddess in a silk robe came out to give 
him a goodbye kiss. A semi sloppy kiss, right before 
the man hurriedly got into the taxi. "Airport!" he 
said, as the door slammed, and the engine revved. 

'Hmmm,' thought Pete. 'What a fuckin' lucky day.'

*** 

At 11:00 that night, Pete sat in his car, watching the 
lights of the apartment. He knew the layout of the 
units, and knew that the living room lights were being 
switched off and the bedroom lights were being switched 
on. Then the bathroom lights switched on, with a dark 
shadow moving behind the frosted glass in front of the 
shower. 

Silently, he got out of the car and walked up the 
steps. With the master key, he opened the door, stopped 
by a chain. Quietly, he leaned against the door, and 
the screws slowly ripped out of the soft wood of the 
door frame. Inside, he closed the door and dead bolted 
it again, with the sound of the shower coming from the 
bedroom. 

From the kitchen, he lifted the receiver off the phone 
and placed it in a drawer, closing it softly on the 
cord. Then he made his way into the bedroom, stepping 
into the closet, and sliding the door closed to a 
slight crack. And he waited. 

When the shower stopped, he heard her shuffle about. 
Pete shifted about in anticipation, impatient as he 
heard the hairdryer startup. Finally the door opened, 
and she came out, wearing a short lace robe that went 
just above her knees. 

Pete was spell bound by her smooth white skin and 
beautiful face, as she puttered around the room. He was 
going to savor this one. With all that he had planned, 
he wanted it all to last as long as possible. 

She sat on the futon, and took a bottle of lotion from 
the night table. 
As she stretched her legs out, Pete saw she had little 
white panties on. Slowly, she smoothed the lotion up 
and down her long legs, caressing them from her calves 
up to her thighs. 

Pete could feel himself salivating. Now was as good a 
time as any. He burst out of the closet and was 
straddling her before she knew what was happening. With 
his weight on her chest, his hand went over her mouth 
before she could scream. His other hand produced a long 
knife, which he held in front her face. 

She stopped squirming and became fixated on the blade, 
as he moved it slowly before her. The glistening metal 
came to rest softly against; you guessed it, her 
throat. "shhhhhh," he said, and removed his hand from 
her mouth. 

She barely breathed, much less made a sound, as he got 
off her and sat next to her, with the cold steel still 
against her neck. He helped her sit up, without moving 
the weapon from her soft skin. His other hand reached 
into his pocket, silently unscrewing the lid of the 
flask hidden there. 

As he moved behind her, he put the knife down. She 
still sat silently, terrified. His free hand quickly 
brought the flask to her mouth, his other holding her 
head steady. She flinched, but didn't struggle until 
the neck of the flask was between her lips. Then she 
thrashed, but it was too late. His free hand held her 
head, his fingers pinching her nose shut. As she 
struggled, fighting for air, she sucked in a couple 
long swallows from the tilted flask, half chocking and 
half swallowing the potent drink. 

He pulled it away, allowing her to gulp in air, 
spilling some of the fluid. He noticed that not much 
spilled, meaning she had drunk enough of the strong 
stuff, but as soon as she exhaled, he quickly put the 
flask back to her mouth. It never hurts to be sure, he 
thought, as she struggled and took in another sip. 

She broke free and squirmed to the other side of the 
bed, pulling her short robe tightly around herself. He 
grabbed the knife, looking menacing, keeping her from 
leaving the room. He recapped the flask, and waited, as 
she coughed the remaining drops of burning liquid from 
her mouth. 

He waved the knife in front of her face, and she again 
became fixated. She backed away from him into the 
corner, but stumbled off the edge of the futon onto the 
floor. She lost her balance and fell back, her robe 
partly opening and her legs spreading slightly. His 
cock stirred as he saw the thin strip of white between 
her legs. 

Clumsily, she pulled her robe together and bunched her 
legs under her. Damn, what a lightweight! Pete knew it 
wouldn't be long till she was at his mercy. 

Within a couple of minutes, she was fighting to keep 
her eyes open. 
Close enough, he though. He scabbard the knife and 
moved toward her. She cowered in the corner, but 
couldn't get away. Very gently, he moved her back onto 
the futon, as she half struggled. Then he pushed her 
flat onto her back. 

He moved away, and placed his hands on her bare legs. 
Slowly, he moved his hands up her legs, over her 
thighs, as she squirmed. Her hands tried to stop him, 
but he easily pushed them out of the way, as they got 
to the waistband of her panties. He pushed them up her 
hips, bunching them around her waist, pulling at her 
crotch and stretching across her mound. 

His hands kept going up, releasing her panties, over 
the lace of her with robe. She tried to push him away, 
but he kept moving, till he got to the soft swell of 
her breasts. Gently, he felt the soft underside, ever 
so slowly moving up, pushing against her weak hands. 
When his finger tips got to her nipples, she gasped, 
and her hands were barely offering any resistance. 

Slowly and gently, he rubbed her breasts through the 
lacey fabric, the texture rubbing against her nipples 
until the stood hard. Each change of direction brought 
a little gasp, as she closed her eyes, and her hands 
fell to her sides. 

His hands went down the ties of her robe and undid 
them. When he started to peel the garment open, her 
hands weakly moved to his to stop him. He let go of the 
robe and gently held her wrists, pushing them above her 
head. Slowly, with his lips, he kissed the swell of her 
cleavage through the top opening, pushing the lace 
aside. When his lips reached the nipple, he sucked in, 
whirling his tongue around the warm areoles. She gasped 
and arched her back under him, jutting her breasts into 
his face. 

He moved to the other nipple, pushing the robe wide 
open, licking and caressing her warmth. She moaned 
softly, moving her head side to side, pushing her hands 
against his. 

Pete then moved his legs between hers and slowly pushed 
them apart. He was surprised when they started opening 
on their own! She spread her legs wide, as he pushed 
his pelvis against hers. His stiff cock rubbed her 
mound through their clothes, and she tried to grind him 
back under him. 

He moved her wrists to one hand, freeing the other to 
go down to her nipple, lightly twisting and rubbing it. 
She moaned loader, bucking her hips. His hand continued 
down, between them, between her legs. The crotch of her 
soft panties were getting warm, as he gently caressed 
her lips through the thin fabric. 

His finger slipped under the waistband and travelled 
down the front, tickling her pubes, going further 
south, until it went over the cliff of her mound. It 
gently rubbed her swelling clit as he stroked up and 
down her moist opening. Her lips parted as she gasped, 
bucking and writhing under him. 

Pete could barely stand it anymore. He let go of her 
arms and brought both hands to her panties, getting a 
firm grip, and deftly ripping one of the legs off. He 
moved his body down hers, as he pushed her tattered 
panties down her leg. She felt his hot breath on her 
sex. When the tip of his tongue tasted her, a bolt of 
electricity went through her body, driving her nuts. 
Her hands went down to his head, surprising him. 

He drove his tongue into her twat, licking in and out, 
sucking on her clit, as she fucked his face. Her eyes 
were closed, and her hands moved around clumsily. She 
lacked all coordination, and with it, all control and 
restraint of her own lust. 

He backed away from her, moving her own hand down to 
her clit, as he continued to tease her cunt with the 
tip of his tongue. She found the nub and began to rub 
herself. He backed away from her completely, and she 
moved her hand to cover her entire slit, rubbing and 
finger. Her other hand went up to her neglected 
nipples, rubbing. 

Pete was astonished. She rubbed and fingered herself, 
as if he wasn't even there. Silently, he pulled a 
camera out of his pocket and snapped a few shots of 
her. She continued to writhe, as he completely 
undressed and climbed back on top of her. 

He planted his mouth on hers, and was surprised to find 
her tongue in his mouth. His hard cock pressed between 
her legs, getting slick with the moisture from her 
pussy. As they kissed, her hands moved to his ass, 
trying to pull him into her. He held her off, teasing 
her with the tip of his hardness, kissing deeper into 
her mouth and sucking her tongue. 

She grabbed his ass harder and bucked her hips up. The 
tip of his cock sank into her cunt, and he felt her 
wetness. He pulled out and broke off the kiss. She 
pulled in protest, but he quickly moved up her body and 
put the tip of his cock on her lips. Without 
hesitation, she licked her juices off the tip and then 
opened her mouth wide, lifting her head to take as much 
as she could. He fucked her face, watching his cock 
plunge in and out of her sweet mouth. 

His cock was now rock hard and throbbing, ready for the 
main event. He pulled out of her mouth and moved back 
down. She was ready, and she held her breath as he 
slowly slid his entire length into her sopping wet 
cunt. She was tight, but she was wet, and he slid 
easily through the tight opening. 

With each thrust, he could feel his cockhead rub 
against her cervix, at the limit of her canal. She 
gasped and gritted her teeth on each downstroke. He 
knew he must be hurting her, but she continued to fuck 
him back. 

Time to go for it, he thought. He pushed his hands 
under her ass, giving him more leverage with each 
thrust. He could feel his balls slap against her ass on 
each stroke, as they both got hotter and hotter. She 
pulled his ass into her as they fucked with abandon, 
closer and closer. 

Finally, his balls exploded, shooting his hot come into 
her. His spasms set her off, as she shuddered and 
clenched her cunt around his member. He moved his hands 
up to her head, and covering her mouth with his, 
driving his tongue into her mouth with his final 
thrusts, as she moaned loudly into his mouth. He pumped 
and pumped until he felt like his balled were drained 
to the core and were leaking out of her tight pussy. 

Spent, he collapsed onto her and lied still. He could 
still feel her cunt spasming, as they both caught their 
breath. After a couple minutes, he noticed her 
breathing became steady and deep, as he realized that 
she was out. 

Gently, he pulled out and took a long look at the angel 
fuck monster before him. Then he gathered his stuff and 
slipped out into the night. 

IMAH

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WHISKY AND LEMONADE

Ethan ran upstairs to his bedroom to get dressed. He 
put on a pair of boxer shorts. His thing was not as 
hard as before, but it hung out the left leg of his 
shorts. He put on his jeans and looked at himself in 
the mirror. His thing clearly stood out against his 
left leg. He sighed and took the jeans off.

Somewhere in his dresser was a pair of jockey shorts he 
no longer wore. He found them buried in the bottom 
drawer. He took off the boxers, put on the jockeys, and 
put the boxers back on over them.

Immediately, he was uncomfortable. The jockeys were too 
tight. His penis grew even harder, straining against 
the underwear. He looked at himself in the mirror 
again. At least he couldn't see the outline of it 
against his leg. It was terribly uncomfortable, but 
nobody would laugh.

He put on his jeans and shoes and a shirt and went 
downstairs. Mom and Mrs. Thorn were still in the 
kitchen, having tea. He went out to the garage and 
turned on the light. The car was waiting patiently for 
him. He stood back to look at it for a few seconds. It 
was a 1966 GTO, his grandfather's. On the workbench, by 
the repair manual, were three two-barrel carburetors. 
It took him two weeks to strip them down, clean and 
reassemble them. Today was as good a day as any to put 
them back on.

He raised the hood. The engine lurked beneath like a 
wild animal restrained by a cage. At the top, the three 
holes in the manifold were covered with masking tape. 
Ethan removed the tape from the rear hole, picked up 
the carb marked for that spot, and placed it carefully 
over the four mounting studs.

In his mind, he saw the cheerleaders going through 
their routines. They had slender waists and smooth legs 
and their chests jiggled and bounced. He grew stiff 
again. He stopped tightening the bolts on the 
carburetor to adjust his penis in his shorts. The 
harder it grew, the more uncomfortable it got. Shifting 
it in his shorts only made it harder. His penis finally 
slipped through the leg of the jockeys. He shook his 
legs a few times until it was hanging down his jeans 
against his left leg. That was better, but the band of 
the jockeys was too tight, cutting into his thing.

He heard a footstep and turned around quickly, taking 
his hands away from his groin. Mrs. Thorn's eyebrows 
arched up. She was looking down at his groin.

"Uncomfortable, Ethan?" she said.

Ethan blushed and stared at the floor. "Just... a 
little tight."

Mrs. Thorn smirked. "I'll bet."

She leaned against the fender of the GTO and looked in 
at the engine. Her large breasts rested on her folded 
arms, bulging from the halter top like they might burst 
out.

"This is a nice car, Ethan," she said.

"It was my grandfather's."

"Looks like it belongs to you."

Ethan just nodded and stared at her out of the corner 
of his eye. One of her long legs kicked up and her 
backside moved side to side. Mrs. Thorn was not like 
the girls he knew. Her chest was much bigger and she 
had longer legs than any of those girls. He badly 
wanted to touch Mrs. Thorn, to see how her body felt.

"You probably can't wait to drive it, can you?" Mrs. 
Thorn said as she moved around to the front of the car.

"No, ma'am," Ethan said. His eyes were on her breasts, 
watching the way they jiggled.

"You're what, nineteen now, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

She started to say something, but lost her balance. Her 
arms went out and she fell back against him. Ethan 
caught her around her waist. His fingers touched her 
breasts. He was right; they were soft. Her butt pressed 
against the front of his jeans and his hard penis 
lodged in the crack between her cheeks.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Ethan," she said. Her butt moved 
side to side on his stiffness and she leaned against 
him for a few seconds. "I just wanted to get a better 
look. Would you hold me up?"

Mrs. Thorn bent forward to look over the front grill. 
Ethan's hands moved down her waist to her hips. Her 
butt pressed more firmly against the front of his 
jeans. His eyes rolled up.

"That's a really nice machine you have here. You'll 
have to take me for a ride some time."

"Sure," Ethan said, but as she stood up and left, he 
got the feeling she was talking about something else.

He couldn't move. His penis was as hard as a rock and 
stretched down the leg of his jeans. The leg band of 
the jockeys cut into it painfully. There was no way it 
would go soft and he couldn't go out to dinner with it 
sticking out like that.

He leaned back on the stool. Mrs. Thorn's butt felt 
incredible. He never would have believed being touched 
by a girl like that would have felt so good. He rubbed 
his thing through his jeans and gasped. His knees 
became weak. He sat for a long time with his hands on 
his knees, trying not to touch it.

From behind the car, he watched the neighbor across the 
street watering his lawn, and a few cars that drove by, 
until he couldn't stand it any longer. He had to do 
something. He couldn't go in; Mom would see him like 
this. Besides, he didn't think he could walk. Maybe if 
he took it out of his tight shorts, the cool air of the 
garage would make it go soft.

He opened his jeans, pushed down the front of his 
boxers and the jockeys, and pulled out his thing. He 
sighed. The tension eased from his body. He let his 
weight settle on the stool.

The jockey shorts were a bad idea. He could not stand 
being so uncomfortable all the time. There had to be 
another way. He would just stop thinking about girls, 
that was all. He wouldn't think about them and his 
thing wouldn't get hard. He wouldn't think about their 
soft chests or their round butts or their long legs...

The cool air wasn't working. He was still as hard as a 
rock and it wasn't getting softer. He lifted his penis. 
The skin burned like it was on fire. He never 
understood how it got so big. It was like it happened 
all of a sudden. He couldn't remember it being so big 
until one day when he was younger and noticed it for 
the first time. Now it was about as long as his forearm 
and as thick as his wrist. He squeezed. It felt like 
there was a piece of wood under the skin. 

It got hard sometimes in the morning when he woke up 
and had to pee, or in the middle of the night when he 
was having a dream. It got hard, too, when he looked at 
girls, like those cheerleaders, or when he just thought 
about them. He moved his hand back and forth and 
gasped. That felt good. He squeezed and moved his hand 
back and forth and groaned. His knees felt weak. He did 
it again and groaned again. He moved his hand all the 
way up to the end, then all the way back down to the 
bottom.

Ethan closed his eyes and saw Mrs. Thorn again, saw her 
big breasts and her long legs, and the way her slender 
waist fit in his hands and the way her butt pressed 
against his groin when she bent over. His penis spasmed 
and he grunted. It felt too good to stop. His hand 
moved faster. He moaned as his hand pumped. His penis 
spasmed again and he groaned and opened his eyes. He 
started to cum and his stuff shot out the end. His 
penis spasmed again and more stuff shot out. It was 
white and thick and splattered on the floor. He stared 
with his mouth hanging open. Over and over, it spurted 
from his penis and landed on the floor.

Pam was leaning against the fender of the car to his 
left. Ethan froze. She was looking right at him, and 
grinned. He blushed and tried to pull his jeans up, but 
couldn't get them over his hard penis.

"That was nice," Pam said.

"What do you want?" Ethan turned away.

Pam stood upright and her grin disappeared.

"Mom wants you to go to the store." She turned and 
walked out of the garage.

Ethan groaned. He looked down at his penis. It was 
still hard.

* * * *

The sun was strong and straight overhead. Ethan was 
dripping with sweat. The stifling heat had sapped his 
strength. He stood in the driveway, holding the 
basketball, no longer with the energy to even dribble. 
Sweat dripped from his face and bare chest and 
evaporated as soon as it hit the pavement. He needed 
some relief, and the air conditioning inside just 
wasn't going to do it. He needed to sink himself in 
some cool water. He needed to go swimming in the 
Thorn's pool.

Their driveway was empty. Perfect. They invited him and 
his sister to use their pool anytime they wanted, but 
he preferred to swim when they weren't home. Mrs. Thorn 
was all right, but Mr. Thorn always wanted to tell him 
one of his long stories.

This was the Fourth of July weekend, though, and they 
had probably gone away somewhere. Ethan grabbed his t-
shirt and went inside to put on his swim trunks. He 
changed in his room, grabbed a towel from the closet, 
and ran next door. The gate of the tall, wooden fence 
was unlocked, as he expected. He went in. The water in 
the pool shimmered in the sunlight like a beckoning 
oasis. He tossed the towel on a lawn chair, kicked off 
his basketball shoes, and dove in.

Gayle Thorn picked up the bag of groceries, unlocked 
the front door, went in and set her keys and purse on 
the table beside the door. She took the groceries out 
of the bag and put them in the refrigerator.

She heard a splash. Someone was in the pool. She leaned 
over the sink to see out the window. The water was 
rippling. She rushed out of the kitchen to the sliding 
glass doors in the living room. Her worst fear had 
always been that one of the young children in the 
neighborhood would wander into the backyard and fall 
into the pool. If that happened, she would never 
forgive herself.

A head appeared in the water. It was Ethan. He swam to 
the far side of the pool and climbed out. Gayle smiled. 
Ethan was no longer the scrawny young kid she watched 
growing up next door. He had grown lean and tall.

Ethan trotted to the diving board, leaving a wet trail 
on the cement. He climbed up to the board, walked out 
to the end, bounced a few times, and dove in. Gayle 
closed her eyes, remembering the way she saw him in the 
garage a few weeks ago. She'd seen a lot of cocks in 
her time, but never one as big as the one in Ethan's 
jeans.

Ethan climbed out, ran to the diving board, and dove in 
again.

Francis did not believe her when she told him. He 
claimed that since she did not actually see it 
uncovered or touched it, she could not accurately judge 
its size. When she told him how she bent over and 
pressed her ass to his groin, he was equally 
disbelieving. According to him, she could not measure 
the dimensions of a man's cock with her ass. She told 
him he was full of shit.

Ethan floated on his back, kicking and splashing with 
his feet. Gayle had an idea. She would find out exactly 
what Ethan had in his shorts, and she knew just how to 
do it.

Ethan drifted slowly on his back with his eyes closed. 
The sun was warm on his face. The cool water 
reenergized him. He would have gone back to play more 
basketball, but he was too relaxed, and having too much 
fun in the pool. Pam always said diving in the deep end 
was the most fun. Now he knew what she meant.

He felt his penis stirring in his shorts. Pam told him 
about having sex and said it was supposed to feel good, 
better than when he did it with his hand. He wanted to 
ask her to show him, but he didn't think he should. But 
maybe she would touch it. She saw it once already and 
said it was nice. If he got the chance, he would ask 
her to touch it. Just the thought of doing that with 
her made him stiff.

He climbed out of the pool and went to the diving 
board. He walked to the end, standing with his toes 
over the edge. He held out his arms, bounced a few 
times and dove in, slicing neatly into the water with 
his arms over his head like the point of a knife. 
Pumping with his feet, he paddled straight down, 
touched the bottom like he did every time, then pushed 
himself up. His head broke the surface. He wiped the 
water from his eyes, brushed his hair back, and paddled 
to the edge.

As he lifted himself out, he froze. The sliding glass 
door opened. Mrs. Thorn emerged from the darkness of 
the house, carrying two tall glasses with ice and 
straws and a bottle of suntan lotion. She wore dark, 
tortoise shell sunglasses, high heeled black shoes, and 
a pink bikini that was barely more than three tiny 
patches of fabric to cover her chest and... Ethan 
stared at the tiny triangle below her belly button... 
Her pussy. His jaw dropped. He teetered on the edge of 
the pool and grabbed the ladder railing.

"Hi, Ethan. I made lemonade. Would you like some?" she 
said.

She walked to the table by the lawn chair and set the 
glasses and the lotion down. Her huge breasts bounced 
with every step. Her entire body was a deep bronze 
color.

"Sure," Ethan said. He walked slowly to the table, 
trying not to stare at her chest. His thing was already 
hard in his shorts.

Mrs. Thorn was smiling. He took a deep drink of 
lemonade and coughed.

"Pretty strong?" Mrs. Thorn said.

Ethan wiped his mouth. "What's in this?"

"I put a shot of whisky in it. Do you like it?"

Ethan coughed again. "Whisky?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry. You probably never had whisky," Mrs. 
Thorn said. She took the glass and wiped his chin. "Are 
you ok?"

Ethan nodded. "Fine."

"Good."

She took a long drink of lemonade. While her head was 
tilted back, Ethan stared at her chest. The tiny pieces 
of pink fabric barely covered her nipples and the 
strings cut into her soft flesh. His penis twitched and 
grew harder. It had to be pushing out the front of his 
shorts, but he didn't care.

Mrs. Thorn set her glass down. Her eyes glanced down to 
his shorts.

"Would you do me a favor?" she said.

"Sure."

She handed him the bottle of cocoa butter lotion. 
"Would you put lotion on my back?"

Without waiting for an answer, she straddled the 
reclining lawn chair and lay down on her belly. Ethan's 
eyes opened wide. The strip of pink fabric on the back 
of the bikini bottom disappeared between the cheeks of 
her butt.

"Go ahead," she said, her head turned to the side to 
look up at him. "Don't take too long. I burn easily. My 
skin is delicate, you know."

Ethan's hands trembled. He couldn't take his eyes off 
her butt. He never saw anything that looked so good in 
his life. He swallowed hard and sat down on the edge of 
the lawn chair. His knee touched her bare hip. He tried 
to pull away, but she moved her legs so she was 
touching him again.

"Don't skimp on the lotion, honey. Make sure you use 
plenty," Mrs. Thorn said. She rested her chin on her 
folded hands.

Ethan uncapped the lotion and squirted it into his 
palm. His hands shook. His erection strained to get out 
of his shorts. His hands hovered a few inches over her 
shoulders. Mrs. Thorn had a small smile on her lips, 
but he couldn't tell if her eyes were open or closed 
through the dark glasses. He swallowed hard and touched 
her shoulder.

"Mmm, that's nice," Mrs. Thorn said.

Ethan's eyes rolled back in his head. Her skin was soft 
and warm. His hand moved slowly in a circular pattern 
over her shoulder, smearing the lotion. Her skin became 
slick and shiny. He squirted more lotion on her other 
shoulder and rubbed it in. He squirted some on the 
small of her back and spread it on her skin, running 
his hands over the gentle curve of her waist.

"Lower," Mrs. Thorn said.

Ethan moved his hands down her back until his fingers 
grazed the top of the bikini bottom. He groaned and 
shifted uncomfortably on the edge of the lawn chair.

"Lower, Ethan," Mrs. Thorn said. "You don't want me to 
sunburn my ass, do you?"

Ethan stared at her butt. The round cheeks seemed to be 
waiting for him. He squirmed, dying to take his thing 
out of his shorts and rub it.

"No, ma'am," he said.

He squirted a blob of lotion on each cheek and smeared 
it around, his hand barely touching her skin. Her hips 
rocked slowly and her butt rose to meet his hand.

"Now get my front side," Mrs. Thorn said, and rolled 
over. "Start with my legs."

Ethan's hands were not shaking as much, but he was 
sweating and his heart was pounding. He squirted the 
lotion up her near leg in a line from her ankle to the 
middle of her thigh. He started at her ankle and moved 
up.

"That's good, Ethan." Her legs spread a bit. He could 
see a few wispy hairs poking out from under the thin, 
pink strip of fabric. She put her hand on his and moved 
it to the inside of her thigh. "Don't forget to get 
down in here."

She moved his hand way up her leg. His fingers pressed 
against her warm crotch. She moaned softly, moved his 
hand down, then back up, moaning again. Her hips arched 
off the chair.

"Are you thirsty?" she said. She let go of his hand and 
sat up to take a drink of lemonade.

Ethan snatched his hand back and pressed both over his 
lap, keeping his legs squeezed together.

"Yeah," he said. He swallowed and his throat was dry.

She handed him his glass. As he tilted it back to 
drink, Mrs. Thorn removed her bikini top and lay back, 
stretching her arms over her head. Ethan coughed and 
sputtered, spilling lemonade down his chin to his bare 
chest.

"Could you do my front side really good? My husband 
likes it when I don't have any tan lines," she said.

Ethan could not move. The condensation from the glass 
dripped on his leg, but he could not take his eyes off 
her chest. She wiggled her butt in the chair and they 
jiggled. The pink nipples at the tips were hard points.

Ethan put down the glass and picked up the bottle of 
lotion. He held it out, but hesitated. Should he put 
his hands right on them, or should he start on her 
belly? Would she be mad if he touched them? He started 
on her belly, just to be safe, but stared at her chest. 
He rubbed the lotion in small circles over her belly 
button. Her butt wiggled and she made soft moaning 
noises.

"Let me help," she said, and reached for the bottle of 
lotion.

She held it upside down and let the white lotion 
dribble on her chest. The drops landed with a splat. 
Ethan's mouth fell open. She closed the cap and set the 
bottle on the table.

"Now spread that around for me, honey," she said.

Ethan looked at his hands. She wanted him to put them 
on her chest. He held them out over each breast, closed 
his eyes and lowered them.

"Oh yes, Ethan," she said.

He groaned. They were so soft. He rubbed his hands 
lightly over them, then squeezed. He groaned again and 
shifted uncomfortably.

Mrs. Thorn's hand touched his knee. Ethan froze except 
for his hands. Her fingers moved slowly up his leg to 
the bottom edge of his shorts. He was sure she would 
stop there, but she didn't. Her hand moved over the 
front of his shorts, right over his hard thing.

"My goodness, Ethan. You've certainly grown up big and 
strong," she said.

Ethan's eyes rolled shut. Her hand moved back and forth 
along his thing, squeezing. Her hand felt good, much 
better than when he did it, just like Pam said. Then 
her hand was gone. Mrs. Thorn sat up.

"Would you like more lemonade?" she said.

Ethan started to speak but had no voice and cleared his 
throat.

"Yes ma'am" he said.

She picked up the two empty glasses and started toward 
the house.

"Come on inside with me, honey." She opened the sliding 
glass door. He was still sitting on the edge of the 
lawn chair, his hands over his lap. She looked over the 
tops of her sunglasses. "What are you waiting for?"

Ethan stalled as long as he could. He stood up slowly, 
his hands covering the front of his shorts. His penis 
shifted on its own and popped out of the inner part of 
the swim trunks. It pushed outward against his hands, 
hanging out the leg of his shorts. He walked toward her 
stiffly and could feel cool air blowing on the tip.

"Move your hands, Ethan," Mrs. Thorn said. "Don't hide 
it, hon. A tool like that is something to be proud of."

Ethan slowly lowered his hands. Mrs. Thorn smiled.

"There you go."

She went inside. He followed and closed the door. She 
refilled both glasses with a pitcher of lemonade, 
opened a bottle of brown stuff with a black label, and 
poured a bit into each glass. She stirred his with her 
finger, licked her finger, and handed him the glass.

"Try that."

Ethan took a sip and coughed. It burned his throat.

"Too strong? Let me fix that for you, dear," Mrs. Thorn 
said. She took his glass, raised it to her lips and 
tilted her head back. The lemonade spilled over her 
cheeks and chin, down on her bare breasts, and all the 
way down her legs to the floor. Ethan's mouth fell 
open.

Mrs. Thorn let out a big, refreshed sigh and set the 
glass down. She leaned back against the counter with 
her hands on the edge. Her eyes looked down at the 
front of his shorts.

"Show it to me, Ethan."

"Wh-What?"

She pointed to his groin. "I want to see what you got 
in them trunks, son."

Ethan's breath caught in his throat.

"Don't be nervous, now. Just show it to me."

Ethan's hands were shaking. He tried to think of what 
he should do, but his mind was a blank. He hooked his 
thumbs over the elastic band at the waist.

"Just take them all the way off. It'll be easier that 
way," she said. Her fingers teased her nipple.

Ethan hesitated. "What will be easier?"

"Fucking. You do want to fuck me, don't you? Because, 
honey, I can't wait to get that tool up my slot."

Her hand slipped down into the tiny bikini bottoms. Her 
legs spread. Ethan couldn't tell what she was doing 
there. He just watched the way her fingers moved under 
the thin fabric. He pushed his shorts to the floor and 
stepped out.

Mrs. Thorn sighed and her eyes widened.

"Oh, sugar, you are all man. Don't let anyone tell you 
different. Now bring that tool over here for me."

He walked toward her across the kitchen, his wet, bare 
feet slapping on the linoleum floor. His penis was so 
hard it ached, and it swung in front of him with every 
step like some misshapen appendage.

Mrs. Thorn held out her hand and let his thing glide 
into it. Ethan flinched. She closed her fingers around 
it and stroked slowly.

"Good Lord, Ethan. You're going to make a lot of girls 
happy with this, let me tell you."

"Happy how?"

Mrs. Thorn looked confused. "Have you never done this, 
son?"

"No, ma'am," Ethan said. He didn't want to admit he had 
no idea what she was talking about.

Mrs. Thorn chuckled as she took off the bikini bottoms.

"I guess we're both in for a special treat today."

She set her feet apart, put her hand on her crotch and 
spread herself open. Ethan stared between her legs. She 
had a small patch of curly hair down there, and a 
moist, pink area between her fingers. Was that what Pam 
meant by a pussy?

"Bring it here, Ethan," she said. Her voice was low and 
hoarse.

He took a step closer. She put her hand around his 
thing, raised it and pointed the tip at the tiny, pink 
area between her legs. She pulled. He moved closer. She 
put one hand on his shoulder and hooked one leg around 
his hip. The end of his thing touched that pink area. 
He gasped. It was warm and wet. Part of it sunk into 
her.

"Now push, hon. Just push slow," she said.

Ethan pushed with his hips. The flared end of his penis 
disappeared inside her. They both groaned at the same 
time. He pushed again. Mrs. Thorn squealed and bit her 
lower lip. Her eyes were squeezed shut.

"Oh sweet Jesus," she said.

This was what Pam was trying to tell him. A girl's 
pussy was warm and wet and tight and smothered his 
penis. She never could have explained how good it felt. 
He only could have found out by doing it like this.

Ethan put a hand on each of Mrs. Thorn's hips and 
pushed himself forward. Her body seemed to resist him, 
but when he squeezed her hips and pulled her toward 
him, his penis slowly sunk deeper.

"Oh God ... Oh God, Ethan," Mrs. Thorn cried. She 
hugged him tightly to her body. Her chin rested on his 
shoulder and she moaned in his ear. She ran her hands 
down to his lower back.

"That's deep enough. Fuck me now, sweetie. You know how 
to do it," she whispered in his ear.

Ethan was still for a few seconds, panting, trying to 
sort out everything that was happening. His thing felt 
like it was going to explode. He could not think how to 
describe being enveloped by the warmth and wetness of 
her body. Her long legs were wrapped around him, her 
big, soft breasts were pressed flat against his chest, 
and her hands were running over his back and butt.

He moved his hips back, then forward.

"That's it. That's it. Just like that," Mrs. Thorn said 
with a soft moan.

Ethan closed his eyes. His hips moved faster, as if on 
their own. Mrs. Thorn squeezed his butt.

"Slow down, Ethan," she said. "Don't rush it, hon. Take 
your time."

Ethan took a few seconds to catch his breath. Her hips 
moved in his hands. He moved his own hips slowly, just 
like before, out a little bit, then back in.

"Yes. Yes, I knew you'd be good at this," Mrs. Thorn 
whispered. Her lips brushed his earlobe.

Ethan pumped his hips again, pushing himself as deep 
into her as he could. Mrs. Thorn rocked her hips at the 
same speed. Her moaning got louder.

"Oh Ethan ... Oh Ethan, you're gonna make me cum," she 
said.

He didn't understand what she meant. He didn't want to 
stop to find out. Something was happening inside him, 
the same thing that happened when he rubbed his thing 
with his hand, only this time it was much better. Mrs. 
Thorn was screaming. Her body thrust against him in 
convulsions. Her arms and legs clamped around his body. 
Her pussy tightened around his thing, and he exploded.

He threw his head back. His thing throbbed painfully. 
His knees got weak and he put his hand on the edge of 
the counter to hold himself up. Mrs. Thorn's screams 
became weak moans, and her body became limp. Her head 
rolled back. He wrapped his arms around her waist to 
hold her up.

"Mrs. Thorn? Mrs. Thorn?" he said.

She raised her head, looked both ways, and smiled.

"Good God, Ethan." She put both hands on his cheeks and 
kissed him, plunging her tongue into his mouth.

Ethan froze. Her tongue felt slimy and weird, but it 
stirred a feeling deep in his stomach. He squeezed her 
breast. Her back arched. He was still hard inside her 
and began moving his hips again. Mrs. Thorn raised her 
head and gasped, staring into his eyes with her mouth 
open. Her lipstick was smeared.

Her hips rocked with his, slowly at first, then faster. 
She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Her moans 
were high pitched squeaks. She laid her head on his 
shoulder, and it was happening again. Her body jerked 
in his hands and his thing was spasming. He grunted and 
thrust himself forward with every spasm. Mrs. Thorn 
gasped over and over.

As the spasming stopped, his pushing stopped. Mrs. 
Thorn was panting in his ear. He was breathing hard, 
too, and their sweaty bodies were glued together.

She brushed her hand through his hair, wiping the sweat 
from his forehead.

"You liked that, didn't you, dear?" she said.

"Yes, ma'am."

Mrs. Thorn frowned. "Ethan, hon, never call a lady 
ma'am. It makes her feel old. A lady doesn't like to 
feel old."

"No, I guess not." He started moving his hips again. 
His thing was sliding in and out of her body.

Mrs. Thorn pushed against his shoulder. "Enough, Ethan. 
Enough, please. My poor body can't take it one more 
time."

"Sorry," he said, and stopped. His hands moved up to 
her breasts and squeezed.

Mrs. Thorn smiled. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes 
seemed to sparkle.

"That was pretty good dear, especially your first time 
and all."

"Thanks."

She paused. "You can take it out now."

"Oh. Right."

Ethan stepped back. His penis slipped slowly from Mrs. 
Thorn's body with a wet sucking sound. The head dropped 
free. Mrs. Thorn groaned. She put her hands on the edge 
of the counter and her arms strained. A flood of white 
fluid gushed from her tiny pink slit and ran down both 
legs. Mrs. Thorn looked down, holding her legs apart.

"My God, did you cum. I swear I never seen so much," 
she said.

Ethan staggered backward and dropped into a chair at 
the dining table. His thing stood up from his lap, 
drooping slightly to the left. That white stuff dripped 
from the end. Mrs. Thorn had that stuff inside her.

She chuckled and covered her mouth with her hand.

"I hope you don't get me pregnant. How would I explain 
that to my husband?"

Ethan sat upright. He forgot about Mr. Thorn. What if 
he came home and saw him doing this with his wife? He'd 
be dead.

"I have to get home," Ethan said. He bent down and 
grabbed his shorts.

Mrs. Thorn's eyebrows went up. "Already? You sure you 
don't want to stay for dinner? My husband will be home 
shortly."

Ethan's heart felt like it had been seized in a fist. 
He jerked the shorts up, stumbling. His stiff thing 
wouldn't go in. He bent it sideways and forced it down.

"Maybe-Maybe next time. I got to go," he said and went 
to the back door.

"Ok. Goodbye. Come swimming again sometime," Mrs. Thorn 
said.

Ethan stopped halfway through the sliding glass door. 
She had a look on her face he couldn't understand. Her 
naked body glistened with perspiration and the cocoa 
butter lotion. He gritted his teeth and dashed out of 
the yard through the gate.