Camille came to work with me one day, a few months after we’d met. It was ladder work, which is why she wanted to come. I work alone mostly. And she likes being up on the ladder. I built a business taking care of people’s homes. When people ask me what I do for work, that’s what I tell them, I take care of people’s homes, but the real answer is so much more. On this day with Cam we’d be scraping window trim. But the next day is car transportation to and from the airport. And the day after is finding and fixing a small leak, but most likely replacing the dishwasher, and then repairing the flooring from the damage. Oh, and then I have to pick up clothes from a customer and allocate them elsewhere, but not before rebuilding a screen door and making and installing shelves for a local coffee shop. But on this day we’ll be on ladders scraping window trim. Which is why Cam wanted to come.

Cam stepped out of the bedroom that morning into the hall as I was exiting the bathroom. “How does this look?” She asked me. Referring to the outfit she chose to wear to work that day, she showcased it with an impromptu hallway-width catwalk turn. Unbelievable, I told her. “It’s not too long?” She asked. Referring to her skirt. Seems just right to me. Oh, good! She replied excitedly with a short hop and tail wiggle as she proceeded back into the bedroom to finish ablutions.

Camille is a short girl at five foot even, and very petite. She’s young and pretty with striking blue eyes and shoulder length dirty-blonde hair. But what attracted me to her most was and still is her playfulness. Cam doesn’t tend to take things too seriously, which I’m working on myself. Where I would maybe think far too long about something that simply doesn’t matter, Cam just goes for it and calls me a silly goose. And she’s got this ability to surprise me every time. Less so now as we’ve been together for sometime. But still from time to time she gets me. Like every day really. And to my weaning dismay, tending toward total approval to the point of following suit, ninety percent of the time her playfulness is sexual in nature, or rooted in some sort of sexual connotation. Sexual, kinky, naughty, taboo, and sometimes just downright filthy, she’s one hundred percent comfortable with her body, expressing herself sexually, speaking her mind, and she doesn’t wince easily. She’s a free flowing form of one hundred percent woman. She’s nice, she’s thoughtful, caring, loving, and an overtly naughty sex crazed being. Who wouldn’t love that.

For example: Now this is an extreme case, but it gives insight into who she is. Now let it be known, neither of us have a desire to play in this way, but Cam always jokes around in an attempt to push the boundaries, my buttons, and get me to loosen up more and more. SO we’re walking down the road one day and (Oh, God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this. Okay here goes.) So we’re walking down the road and I noticed some dried dog poop. I grabbed her and said, “Look out for the poop. Don’t step in it.” So she says to me, and I quote, “Dare me to lick it?” I’m like, Good Lord girl, no! “What’s the big deal? It’s just poop.” She told me. Question asked, question answered. - Now I need to tell you before I lose you here, this story is not about poop. I promise you. This is just an indicator into who she is. So Cam proceeds to get on her hands and knees, on the side of a fairly well trafficked road, and egg me on. And to boot, and I guess this is pertinent information, Cam doesn’t exactly believe in wearing underwear. I mean, she will if no other clothing is covering it. At which point she calls it outerwear. But if she’s wearing even the shortest of dresses or skirts, any other accompanying garments are out of the question. So there she is, this young, pretty, sexy thing, bent over on the side of a public road, her ass clearly visible to anyone who happens to pass by, daring me to dare her to lick dog poop. And if I say something such as referring to the fact that someone might see her. Her only reply ever is always in the vein of, let them see, somebody's gotta make the world a better place. It’s not that she wants people to see, or even goes out of her way to ensure that they do. But Cam is just being Cam, and what happens, happens. I aspire to her nature of play and carefreeness, especially when it comes to sex, or simply expressing myself. I’m getting there, and I’m becoming less reserved about it. That’s why I’m writing this. I told her I would.

Oh, good lord, she just came through the room, or pranced through is more like it. Panties on her head, and a bra around her crotch area. “Is this how you wear them, David?” She asked me. Um, no, but getting closer!

So we’re off to work. Now this is a real job with real work that needs to get done. Cam is a hard fucking worker too. Bright, intelligent, intuitive when it comes to getting shit done. What needs doing, where, when, how; all the things. This isn’t just play time. Or I should say, this isn’t solely play time. But as Cam says, most time is an opportunity for play time.

So we get to this house and Cam and I begin setting up for our day. Occasionally people are shuffling by. It’s a friendly town. We wave, they wave, we say hi, and so on. We get the ladders set up, the music going, and all we need is a tarp and some scrapers and we’re off. This is a mountain ski resort town in Colorado, so It’s a beautiful day. And increasingly so, the people in these towns, whether they be tourists or locals, dress more like they are on a beach in Southern California rather than at nine thousand feet. But the weather is conducive, so the attire is, shall we say, nice to look at because there’s less and less of it. Or as Cam points out to me, “she’s hot.” So despite what Cam is wearing, it really draws little to no attention specifically to her. Despite the fact that, “she’s hot too.” If you take notice, you take notice, but a short skirt is par for the course here. So up the ladder she goes.

No panties on, the view from below was, how shall I say this, enjoyable to say the least. And improved my typical workday by severfold. I’m being modest. It was fucking incredible. I’m a grateful guy in general, but this was like, “okay, I’m not sure how I conjured this into my life, but I’ll take it all day long!” She liked it, she knew it, she wanted it, but most of all, she enjoyed that I liked it. And liked it, I did. So much so in fact that I could hardly keep my hand off myself. In fact, the only time I did remove my hand was to take pictures and videos that we looked at together later. I’ll share one with you here.

Now I haven’t told you a story so far, rather, just something that happened. Setting up the scene so to speak. But what would a scene be without a story? I’ve told you about me. I’ve told you about my kinky little girlfriend. But what I haven’t told you might make your head explode. In the best way, of course. At least it made mine. But I’m vanilla, or so I think. I don’t know. You be the judge. But hang tight, it’s about to get good.

So we’d brought two ladders and set both of them up, but Cam insisted I be the ground person. Or that one of us only be on one ladder at a time. Because what I haven’t told you yet is that now it was my turn, and Cam made me wear very revealing shorts to work too. One of the ways we connected when we’d first met was our mutual dislike for wearing underwear. For me, when I was a teenager I stopped wearing briefs because I was chubby, and they were just uncomfortable. I tried boxers but still to this day I don’t know how people wear those things. They’re just so uncomfortable. So since I was fifteen years old - I’m forty-six now - I haven’t worn a pair of underwear one day. And Cam loved that. Easy access to the flopping penis, she tells me, is a wonderful thing for a girl like me.

So although rather uneventful in my estimation, Cam insisted that up the ladder you go, sir. Yes ma’am. So there I was, a dangling participle revealed for her viewing. And viewed, she did, with camera and all. That iPhone has an amazing zoom, she told me. Talk about uncomfortable. Cam would yell things below as people would pass by. “Throw down the hammer, David?!” Oh good lord. “”Hey, yur lookin’ good up there!” And, “David, do you need me to hold anything for you?” And, “Hey David, I think your balls are hanging out!” Some of her comments weren’t designed for cleverness, rather to provoke the passersby and embarrass me. It’s astounding what people don’t notice. I’m on a ladder with my giant old balls hanging from my tiny red shorts one block off of Main St. and no one notices even when she points them out. The irony being you know that if I were doing that and Cam wasn’t there…

I would throw comments up to her too in an attempt to out embarrass her. As if that were possible. I wasn’t quite as good at it though, and all I’d accomplish was to make her laugh. Which was awesome, but not what I was going for. “Hey lady, the moon is out!” Or, “I see you missed a spot!” I don’t even know what that one means. All Cam had to do was reference caulk all day. For me it was a bit more challenging. I either went from not making any sense at all to just embarrassing myself with all I was yelling up to her. “I see your butt!” And queue the disgusted look from the speed walker passing by. “Cam, I’m really not good at this, love!” She was literally crying from laughter at my stupid comments. And luckily she saved me by yelling out to the speed walker. Something to the effect of, “It’s okay, he’s a little retarded, but he’s got a nice penis!” Forgoing the caulk reference completely. The lady’s look turned from one of disdain to a crooked smirk very quickly. But then I got a good one in. “Hey Cam, I see a crack, do you want me to fill it in with my big white caulk?” Okay, when I say a good one, I mean a less retarded one. I know, we’re not supposed to use that word. But I don’t think mentally handicapped people meant, abolish the word completely. They themselves just don’t want to be called retarded. But me? I’ll take a little degradation. It’s fun for sex! And sex we did!

Cam’s skirt, per the way she liked it, would be pulled up high enough to where if you looked closely enough you could see her vagina. I know! Huh, funny. Cam and I are having a back and forth right now. When I type sometimes I speak it out loud. She loves that I’m writing this, but she’s correcting my sexual vernacular as I go. She wants me to call it a see-you-next-tuesday. No, she says. Arg! A cunt! It’s a cunt. Some people have vagina’s. Hers growls! Cam just growled at me. Lol. Anyway! The way she likes to wear her clothes is if someone’s going to notice, then let them. It’s such an interesting thing to witness though. Most people actually don’t. And the ones who do pretend they don’t. She’s not trying to cause anyone alarm or discomfort, and like I said, her attire actually blends in, but she is who she is and she enjoys pushing boundaries in herself. That’s what I love about her. Plus it doesn’t hurt that she’s stunning to look at for me. A very unassuming girl. And don’t get me wrong, it’s not as though she flaunts her vagi…cunt, but if that skirt flops just the right way as a set of eyes just happens upon a glance down there, you’re gonna pussy. She’s now telling me to call it her Baby-Boo. Oh, sorry. My Baby-Boo. Baby-Boo Cunt Muffin Sandwich. I don’t really know what that means but it all checks out to me! Now she’s trying to get in here to type. H afgd sh 78 39n87gdfs

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Good lord. She wants me to tell you what her cunt muffin looks like. Okay, I’m just gonna involve you on all the back and forth that’s going on here. Yes, I will tell them it’s young. Cam is twenty-three years old. We met a year ago. She moved in six months later. She does the dishes naked. She goes to the bathroom with the door open. She pees in the shower. She licks me everywhere. She calls her tits bumps because she says she doesn’t have any. They’re not boobs, they’re bumps. I personally love them. She’s now blushing. Wow, that’s a new one. And, yes, dear, her vagina is that of a seventeen year old hairless Mexican Chihuahua. I think those are two breeds mixed into one. She’s just being silly now. It looks like one of those pumped pussy’s. We watch a lot of porn together. Pumped pussy is actually quite hot. Hers looks like a hotdog bun. She’s telling me to tell you this. I personally think it’s more the length of a hotdog bun, and looks like a shaven pumped pussy. Cunt-Muffin, sorry. Anyway, It’s long and bald and quite puffy. And it jiggles when you smack it. But I’m not kidding, it’s really long. Like all the way from normal clit positioning to her asshole. She’s giggling now. Which brings me back to my point. If Cam bends over in public, game over. There it is. She’s telling me to call it her pussy.

Wait, so your vagina is your cunt and your asshole is your pussy?
Correct.
So what’s your mouth then?
You know what my mouth is!
Oh good lord. Okay, we won’t get into that. She wants me to tell you.
Tell them how you pee-pee in me.
Dear Reader, actually, you know what, this brings me right back to the story.
Yay, she says.
Okay, so.

We’re on the ladder. No, she’s on the ladder. She’s got me flustered now. Cam is on the ladder and she says she’s got to pee. Now I never know what to expect from this girl, but I know, it’s typically never what I thought. Because when I expect a torrent of piss to come flooding down from above, no. Instead what she does is pee into her empty coffee mug on the window ledge and hand it to me. Naturally I say, what now? Whatever you like, dear. What do I like, I wonder. I’m sure she’s wanting me to drink it. And honestly, it didn’t bother me all that much. But what I really wanted to do was shock her. Show her that all is not lost and I am learning to misbehave. So I dipped my cock head in and filled it to the brim. Took a sip and climbed it back to her. Okay, that was hot, she told me. But Cam being Cam, she finished it in several gulps, put the mug down and continued scraping. “You just drank piss,” I told her! To which she responded, It’s hot up here, and kept scraping. That was our first experience drinking from each other, it came out of nowhere, and it got me like nothing ever has before. I was instantly hooked. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen a woman do. It spoke to me sexually in a way nothing ever had before. It was almost addictive to the point of definitely wanting to explore it more rather than less. And we explored. We are exploring now as I type this. Now it seems all we do is drink each other's piss. Which I gotta tell you, it’s the last thing I thought I’d ever do, (to drink and be drunk from) but the thing I’m enjoying the most. It’s intoxicating in a way I cannot quite sum up in words. Cam says, try it! You’ll like it or you won’t. Cam says make sure you drink lots of water. I agree. Drink lots of water if you’re going to piss in your girlfriend’s mouth, and vice-versa. But we drink so much pee that it’s hardly even sexual anymore. Cam says, “turns me on!” I agree, it turns me on too. But it’s more utilitarian at this point. We spend a ton of time together. That’s not to say we don’t spend time apart, but we’ve learned to love and more so, accept each other as is, so it’s fun. We can just be who we are with each other. And who we are has turned out to be a pee drinking couple, among other things. And we drink a lot of pee. We literally just drink from each other all the time. I don’t use the toilet anymore. And neither does she. We either pee in each other, on each other, in glasses or on ourselves. To which Cam just made slurping noises with her tongue out. Oh Good Lord. Okay I’m getting turned on now.

We share a lot. We’re both artists, we enjoy similar things such as peeing in the shower. I’m joking, not joking. But I think my point is that we enjoy being apart just as much as we enjoy being together. Because we enjoy what we do separately too. So when we come together, it’s from full and enjoyable lives that we love. But pee, right. It’s utilitarian at this point, but no less hot. We just pee anywhere all the time. Sometimes even without provocation or foresite. We’ll just be walking along the road and there’s piss running down Cam’s leg. Or I will pee my shorts while sitting across from her drinking our morning coffee in the garden. But most often we’re drinking it. I’ve drank so much of this girl’s pee I hardly drink anything more. And even when I’m drinking other things, Cam pees in them for me, and I in hers. But I think our favorite is directly in our mouths. And there’s no asking anymore. I got over that months ago. I just pee. No asking, no wishy-washy, just simply pee.

Despite popular belief, when you drink water, pee tastes like water. We’re both healthy, active, relatively fit people. So nothing weird there, like no weird taste or disease or anything like that. It’s just pee! And I like pee. Cam likes it too. Even once, okay now bare with me. We pee’d each other’s clothes. As in, soaked them through. Now even though you might think this is getting weird, or, weird sailed long ago, it’s our thing and we enjoy it. But clothes soaked through, they then hung out to dry until we were ready to wear them out. I think you know where I’m going with this. Yes we wore pissed dry clothes in public. Cam just chuckled to herself. Yes, honey, I know. Cam likes the smell, but I don’t really think it does. Or if it does I guess I like it too. It’s just kind of nice in this crazy world to have a secret in plain site like that. We have friends, jobs, dreams, aspirations, family, all of it. But at the end of the day we enjoy the piss. Cam calls it piss more than me. I say pee. Dick wine. Bladder nectar. She’s giving me these names now. Urethra juice. She’s asking me to tell you what I use her mouth as. I’d argue but…it’s my urinal. Her mouth is my urinal. My colastami sack. My toilet bowl. Okay I’m done now.

So Cam is telling me to tell you other things but I think I’ll save that for another story. I have to admit, this was fun, and cathartic. She’s my catheter, she says. Okay, we’re gonna go now. Cam says please try drinking pee and that it’s good for you to try new things. She’s waving, bye. Okay, until next time. Pee you later! Bye!!! Bye!

Part 2 of, big nosed nurse turned into slut.As I wrote before, I was working in a hospital as an attendant and got friendly with this nurse. I saw her outside of work but never fancied her. Her dress style was really awful, granny type dresses and she had a huge nose. It was only after she had a couple of accidents which got her uniform dirty and then her spare one also got ruined. She borrowed a workmates uniform which was tight in all the right places, made me take notice of her. Got chatting to her, invited her over for some pizza and during the evening I tried my luck with her. She was kind of hesitant, so I didn't push it. I asked was she ok and she said that she never did it with someone before. I said that it has very natural and it didn't make a difference how unixperianced she was. She mentioned that she saw a porn video and she wasn't as flexible as the women on the video. I laughed and said there wouldn't be too many that loose. I said to watch these videos, the most of them are more realistic and I got Motherless on the laptop and after watching then I turned a virgin into a dick lover. She would call over to my place every so often for a chat, well that's what she called it, which always ended in sex. This was going on for months. I'd see her out, she'd be with a few of her workmates but she never had any guy chat her up. All of her other friends had guys trying to pick them up but Marie was always left alone. One of the nights that she called over, she asked me " is it because of my nose that no fellow is interested in her". I told her that I thought it had nothing to do with your nose that it was more about your style of clothes. I told her about the uniform she had on when I first, really noticed her. God help her, she did buy new clothes but they weren't much of an improvement. ‌Marie knew that I was always off with the guys, that I wasn't interested in a steady relationship. I only wanted to have a bit of fun. So when she asked me to go away with her for a weekend, it kinda startled me. She said she won a weekend away at this fancy hotel. I didn't know what to say but Marie said that it means nothing, but she thought it might be fun to get away for a few days. Well I thought, the city where the hotel is, really has a name for hen and stag partys. Heck, i said why not. The weekend arrived and she drove us. During the journey she brought up about her style in clothing and I again mentioned how tight figure hugging outfits would really suit her. I offered to go with her to give my opinion and she accepted. The one I told her to put on for the first night was a short tight sun dress with string straps over her shoulders. When it was time to go out, she slipped on the dress and came out saying that she wasn't too sure about this. I said to her, me too. I said that she'll have to get rid of the bra because it was ruining the look of the dress. WHAT, she said in a puzzled voice. I said it again, ditch the bra because with all the straps showing its taking away from the dress. So back into the room she went. She came back out saying, "are you sure about this". Wow, what a change. I told her that she really looks hot. She was happy with everything except not having a bra on. I told her that we'd take a walk and see how she felt after wearing it for a while. We went for a walk, then for a bite to eat and she was getting comfortable with her new style of a dress. After dinner we headed to this popular and very busy bar. We squeezed our way up to the counter and ordered the drinks. After 4 drinks we decided to get out and see if we could find a quieter bar but I had to go to the restroom. I told Marie to wait here, that I'll be right back and don't be shocked if one of the 3 guys who were standing near us would come up to you. She slowly turned to take a look at who I was talking about, turned back and said, no way would, they, or anyone come up to me. I headed off, did the job and when I came out of the restroom, sure enough one of them was talking to her with his hands all over her back and shoulders. When I got there he scattered away and we headed off back to the hotel for a few more drinks. She couldn't get over how I knew someone would try to talk to her. She said that he wanted to buy her a drink. She said "that never happened to me before". I told her if she let me pick out another outfit for tomorrow night, our last night, that she'd have a lot of the bar looking at her and a good few looking to get off with her. "That'll never happen" she said. Give me your card and I'll guarantee you'll have a choice of guys. After getting back to the hotel for those few more drinks, I noticed this couple sitting at a table near the restroom, the man was facing the room and the lady was sitting alongside him. When Marie went to the restroom I could see that the man couldn't take his eyes off of her. I could understand why. When Marie would walk her boobs would be bouncing everywhere. When she got back I told her about the man staring at her and she loved hearing about it. She said that she's going to walk past and look for herself and sure enough he couldn't take his eyes off her....or was it her boobs. She came back and she was so delighted to think that someone was ogling her. After one last drink, I said to Marie "why don't you give him something to really stare at and drop our key card near his table, bend from the waist to pick it up". She didn't have to be asked twice, up she popped, took the key card out of her bag. She went well past the table, turned around to come back and dropped the card in front of the table. The man said to Marie "sorry I think you dropped something" . With that she turned back, thanked him and bent over and picked it up. Man, you should've seen him. He had his neck stretch, his eyes were huge as Marie boobs almost fell out of her dress. We finished and the 2 of us headed up to our room and Marie was super horny.‌ What a night.‌‌The next morning after breakfast Marie handed me her credit card, gave me her pin and said that she couldn't wait to see what I'd pick out for her. Little did she know what I had in mind for her outfit. I knew the size of most things but not her bra or shoe size. I took a look at one of her bras and then her shoe and headed off to go shopping. After a few pit stops....beers and a joint....my ideas of an outfit were getting wilder. I went from one shop to the next and before long I had everything I needed. A few more beers and back to the hotel. I put her outfit in my bag, left her credit card on the bedside table and headed down to the pool for most of the day, meeting up with Marie for lunch. She wanted to know what I got her but I wouldn't tell her. I said she'd have to wait until we get ready for the night. We wasted more time walking the city and taking in some sights and museums. We headed to the hotel to get ready to have dinner, then to a few bars. Marie took a shower and I put her outfit on the bed for her. After a bit I heard this shout, "you can't be serious" and came out of the bedroom with the outfit in her hands. I said " try it on before you judge it, sure didn't you say the same thing about last nights dress as well". She said ok and went back into the bedroom. 15 minutes later she comes out with the outfit on, giving out that I bought the wrong size bra, that I only got a B cup and not a C size..... OMG....I couldn't believe how she looked. She looked like the biggest slut around, prostitute-like. It was better than I ever thought. I told her that the bra must have been labeled wrong on the hanger, it definitely said that it was 32C. I got her one of those push-up bras...hello boys....that had a leopard print on it. The smaller cup bra not only pushed her tits up but also, they were spilling out of the bra. Her white blouse had its buttons ready to pop because of the extra size that the push-up bra was giving her boobs. I could see the leopard print quite easily through the blouse. She was also tugging at her skirt, which was a mini....I tried to get the shortest one I could see....and I also bought these vintage looking platform boots that came below her knees which made it look like her legs went on forever. I told her that she looked beautiful. I said that the outfit really showed off all her great parts and took away from the thing you don't like. I went over to her and undid a couple of her buttons....she almost had them buttoned to the top......which really exposed her cleavage but she said " no way" and went to button them up. I said let's compromise and only button one up and she reluctantly agreed. As we started out the door, I called her back. I said that she had really visible pantie lines, that I should have gotten a g-string so it wouldn't ruin the look. She was pulling and stretching and trying to smooth the non-existent pantie lines. I said " the only way out of it is to take off your panties so the lines don't show". I couldn't believe it, she actually fell for it, and took off her pantie and asked was this better. ‌‌We went for dinner and as we walked to the restaurant Marie was either pulling her skirt down or trying to pull her blouse together. I told her how hot she looked and that it's so different from what she usually had on. "Trust me" I said.‌ At the meal she had a lot more to drink than what she normally would. I noticed that she was really loosening up, getting a lot more confident with herself. We paid the bill and headed to a bar. I told Marie that I had no doubt that she could have the choice of the bar tonight and don't be afraid because, you have what they want, so use it. We went into the bar It wasn't as crowded as last night but still the place was buzzing. We made our way to 2 stools at the counter and placed our order. Half way through that drink, I could see a few guys checking Marie out. I thought to myself, why wouldn't they be looking at that super fit body in an outfit that was only half covering her. I told Marie what I saw and wanted to see who they were. I said to her "I bet you the very minute I go to the restroom someone will come to chat you up" , and off I went. When I came back out there was 2 guys up at the bar alongside of her, one at either side. I could see that she had another drink Infront of her, a cocktail, so she definitely scored a drink out of them. I left her with the 2 guys and I started to check out the girls from the 3 different hen partys that were at this place. An hour passed and I checked back with Marie and I see her, now sitting at the table, with with these 2 guys and their 3 friends. I could see a load of empty and full bottles of beer and also 1 full cocktail glass plus 2 empty ones. Between the drink she had at the restaurant and what she had here, I'd say that Marie was well on it. I see her getting up from the table and gave a little wobble but steadied herself before making her was to the restroom. I met her on the way back to the table to see if everything was ok. She gave me a huge kiss, thanking me. She said that she couldn't believe how an outfit would make such a difference. As she was telling me this, a song started to play and she screams, "this is my favorite song" and goes into the middle of the crowded floor and starts to dance. She is so into the song, dancing by herself, in the middle of all the roudiness, on the floor. Before the song got into the second verse, Marie starts to get a lot of attention. 2 of the guys who were after getting her the cocktails saw Marie dancing. Before long she's in the middle of them spinning with her hands up over her head. The spinning stops, and she grabs one of the guys around the shoulders, and starts to grind on his leg. She stops the grinding and starts to circle rhythmically to the music, her finger tips rubbing on the guys chest as she spins. One of the guys catches Marie from behind and gets a handful of her boobs. He then started to grind his bulge on her ass and Marie was helping him by gyrating her ass. The other one has his leg between Marie's and she's riding his thigh and has a hold of his dick through his pants. The 3 of them were having of fully clothed orgy. The music stopped and they kept the orgy going for a bit before they stopped. As they walked back to the table, I started to chuckle to myself, I could see a wet patch on the leg of the guy who had his leg between Marie's legs. She must have left, snail marks, from her juices from the humping she was giving his leg. I had another drink and them cought Marie's attention, telling her that I was heading off. She jumped up and came over to me and said that she was ready also, and just left the table of guys....to their disappointment.On our walk back to the hotel, Marie didn't stop talking about the great time she had at the bar. She didn't notice....or was it care....that her blouse had only 2 buttons tied. Marie's blouse was being kept open by her boobs, exposing her leopard print bra. Her tits looked squished and were, spilling out, of the, to small of a cup size bra. She was getting a lot of attention from guys passing us. We arrive back to the hotel where I was going to take her up to the room, but Marie had a different idea, she turned and went into the bar. She ordered herself a cocktail and me a beer and sat at a table. I noticed the couple from the night before were sitting at the table straight across from us and just like last night the man couldn't take his eyes off if Marie. His wife was sitting with her back to us but Marie was really giving him something to look at. Marie was kind of slowing down from all the drink she was after consuming. She said that she thought she might head up to the room when she finished the drink.Just before Marie finished, she got up to go to the restroom having a huge wobble this time as she tried to walk. She was using the chairs and a table to steady her self, which she did, and headed off. She was just about to inter the door of the lady's when she stopped to talk to someone who was out of my live of view. After a bit I could see a hand on Marie's ass as she was talking but I still couldn't see who it was. Then she dissapeared from my sight passing the door of the lady's ( the only other place down there is the men's room). 10 - 15 minutes passed when she finally comes back to the table. One of Marie's nipples were completely out of her bra, almost her hole boob was showing. I could see what I looked like globs of cum in her hair and on her blouse. It didn't take a genius to know what she was doing. The next thing I see the man from the other table, comming from the restroom along with another fellow and they both headed to the bar. I could see them laughing and every so often turn to look down at our table. Eventually they took their drinks and headed back in different directions to their tables. It was time for us to head up to the room, I helped Marie up and as I stood her out I could see a wet patch where she was sitting......man..... she was taken from both ends like a pig on a spit. We arrived at our room, Marie collapsed on the bed without saying a word.The next morning I asked her how she enjoyed her night and she was very patchy with what happened, so I filled in the things she couldn't remember.Since then a load of the nurses she works with aren't talking to her. She's now taking any dick she can, her workmates boyfriends and a couple of husbands. She's now the hospital... SLUT...‌‌‌

I have to confess that i have become a slave for a man who caught me cheating on my husband and blackmailed me into doing as he wishes, and now i cant stop and actually crave everything he does.

It began when my husband was away for one of his work trips, hes a big time business man so we have a comfortable life and very nice houses and many luxury cars.

I come from a sports family, both my father and my brother played professional sport and my mother was a 3 time national champ and an Olympic medalist in her sport, so physical training and proper diet are second nature to me and im still in as good a shape to day at 31 as i was when 18.
I'm 5 ft 4 athletic with c cups and a very defined shapely ass and train almost every day in our home gym and have a trainer who comes twice a week to keep me focused.

My trainer is a gay guy who is in his late 40s and runs his service with his younger adopted sister, who i had never met until he had an accident that saw him laid up for a few weeks and she took over his clients for him.
When she arrived at my door i was shocked at her appearance, She was breathtaking, her face was perfect, big boobs clearly enhanced and a muscular body that most men would be happy with.

We got to training right away and she was pushing me hard but all i could do was stare at every inch of her body and for the first time in my life i was dreaming about a woman in front of me, i have always been 100% strait but this was happening right now, and i was getting wet.
She kept telling me to focus and push harder and when i stood to move the next exercise she looked at my crotch and asked if i needed to change, i looked down to see a dark wet patch on my training shorts, embarrassed and shocked i just blurted out "im sorry, im just so turned on by you i cant help it".
She just looked at me for what seamed to be the longest time before asking if i was Bi, or was my husband not taking care of me? I told her i was strait and hubby and i fucked often but she was turning me on more than anything ever before. Again another long pause before she said that a shower would do me good and that she will wait for me to finish and talk about this then.

I went to the shower immediately and was cursing myself for being so stupid and weak when i heard her voice ask if i wanted my back washed,, i almost stopped breathing before saying yes.
She stepped into the shower and took her top off revealing fantastic fake tits and a ripped washboard stomach, leaving her loose running shorts on and told me to turn around.

She began washing my back and quickly went to my ass soaping my crack as her other hand came around to my breast then sliding down to my cunt, here teasing my holes had me almost cumming, she began kissing my shoulders and neck asking me if i want more yes yes yes was all i could say before she pushed me against the glass and i felt the unmistakable feeling of a cock entering my cunt????? What what what was all i could say as she began fucking me and i began the biggest longest orgasm of my life.

As i staggered and fell down on my knees she came all over my face and chest with what felt like cup fulls of cum, it took us both some time to recover and wash the cum off, before drying off and heading to the bedroom for more, where she utterly ravaged me for hours and expertly introduced me to being fucked in the ass.

It was the greatest sex of my life and i couldn't believe she was trans as she was so beautiful, she explained that her brother had paid for extensive surgery in her late teens to help her become a woman and she promised to return the following day for more as she left me laying spent on the bed, she showered and left within minutes, as i began to get off the bed i jumped in shock at our new gardener standing outside the window with his phone pointed at me.

I ran to the bathroom in tears as i knew my husband would leave me in a heartbeat if he found out what i had done. I called him asking why the gardener was here a day early? as he explained why the gardener appeared at the doorway to the bathroom and put his finger to his lips to shush me.
I hung up the phone as he walked slowly towards me and said, "Now now little miss this will be our little secret if you play along, Ok" all i could do was nod yes as he touched my face moving the hair to the side and his other hand on my shoulder pushing me down to my knees, i soon realized why as he hung his cock in my face and told me to "Make me happy" i shook my head and began to say no as he slapped me so hard i almost blacked out, he grabbed my head by the hair from the back and spat in my face telling me that he owned me now and to suck his cock.

My head was pounding eyes watering as i took him into my mouth to suck him but i couldn't clear my mind to concentrate of sucking him properly and it only made him more frustrated, after a few mins he lifted me bent me over the vanity and drove his cock into my cunt and began fucking me like an animal, my head was hitting the mirror and knocking over everything as he stopped and withdrew from me and slowly pushed his cock into my ass and began very slowly fucking my ass telling me he was gonna make it last, in no time at all i began to feel the same pleasure i had experienced only 20 mins ago for the first time being fucked in the ass, i tried to block it out and tell myself i was being raped but it didn't help it just made it worse, i was going to cum and nothing could stop it.
He soon realized it as well and was calling me everything a whore gets called being ass fucked as i began to cum squirting all over my feet and floor and he pumped his cum into me.
He cleaned himself with a towel and kissed me telling me he would be back soon for more as he went back to the garden.

I showered and spent the rest of the day in a haze until my husband called asking about my new trainer and the gardener, my heart and soul froze as i hadn't told him about it, when i asked how he knew he said the gardener had called him and told him that he could see two women training in the gym and didn't want to be in view of them as he worked so he would return the following day to finish off that section, and that he was sorry for not going to the door before he started work, i realized then that this motherfucker was already playing his hand and my cards were still on the table..

The next morning i saw 3 missed calls on my phone and 3 texts, as i opened the texts my heart sank, 2 were from the gardener, pics of me and my trainer fucking and a text from her saying we have a problem and that she will be at my place at nine, i felt like i was going to pass out or vomit, i had no idea what was going on or how to deal with what had happened in the last 24 hours.

At nine the door rang, was my trainer and as i was letting her in i saw the gardener walking down the driveway dressed in casual clothes with a smile on his face, walked in and told us both to take a seat at the kitchen bench as he walked across to the drinks bar, returning with one of my husbands $200 bottles of white wine and 3 glasses. He poured 3 for us all in a way that wreaked of arrogance and ultimate power, placing a glass in front of us both told us to drink and to drink now because we are gonna need it.

For the next 15 mins he explained that what he had witnessed the day before and the pics and videos he had taken were enough to destroy both our lives, me being married to a well know corporate business man and from a famous sporting family, and my trainer for being an undisclosed trans who fucked me on her first day of training me. He said i now own you both and we would be safe and sound if we did what he told us to do.

We both agreed and thanked him for not going public, he then told both of us to stand and take off our clothes and we did as i think we both knew this was coming. He fucked both of us without mercy over and over for hours, he made her fist me ass he ass fucked me, i had my first DP with them both inside me, he throat fucked her so hard she threw up all over the bed then pushed my face into it as he fucked my ass and he then pissed all over both of our faces before demanding we wash him in the shower and then dry him.

Back to the kitchen he demanded, for more wine and us both being told this is what will happen every Tuesday and Friday for as long as he wants it, and if either of us fail to meet his needs he will destroy us both.
That was 7 months ago, and it has happened every week since, the dynamics have changed now and both her and i have come to love the degradation and being pushed to the limit by him, we even by him gifts and dress up for him some days. He's still my gardener but he never does it, he makes us both do it and my husband happily pays for it and the extra personal training hours because "his wife has gone through a sexual awakening and she now enjoys being fucked in the throat and ass".

My big natural mom boobs (F33) - what do you think? :)

Well hello all you perverts out there, I have finally decided to share my naughty life with you all. Now because of where I work I can't really give out pictures or personal details even though I would love to, but it would get me fired so I can't risk it. Even doing this is risky.
You can call me Lisa and hubby is Mark, I am 33 he is 54. We got married a little over 7 years ago after a very fast romance, we met on holiday and got married in under a month. Our sex life started very normal until a little over a year ago when he wanted to spice up our sex life. He knew I had been with other women before and asked if I would do it again with him there. I would do anything to make him happy and said yes. Then he hit me with the bombshell and said he wanted it to be my best friend Joanne and that he had always lusted after her. I said that would be fine but I knew she was very straight and it would not be easy. That and the fact she was happy with her boyfriend was going to make it even harder. So one night I invited her out for a drink and after quite a few I let slip to her that Mark wanted to watch me with another woman and join in, I watched her reaction and was surprised to see her smile. She said her boyfriend Luke had been trying to get her to do the same thing and would get her to watch lesbian porn as they fucked. I asked her if she liked watching it and again to my surprise she said she did. I asked her if she would ever do it? and she said she would. I got very excited because even though I was married and Mark had suggested it, I would love to be with her and always had. She is very beautiful and a natural red head. I told her that Mark was away for the week and said we should go back to mine and talk in private. We got a taxi and when she got in I just grabbed her and kissed her, my hands went to her ass and I pulled her close to me, she kissed me back and before I knew it we were ripping each others clothes off. I only had on a black dress, no underwear and was naked first, I pulled her skirt off and top as I pulled her panties down she took off her bra letting me see those massive 36DD breasts, I was surprised to see she had a nice red bush too, I am totally waxed. I pushed her down on the floor in the hall, my mouth going to one of her massive breasts and my hand right between her legs. I worked my way down and buried my face between her legs my tongue working her clit, she was so wet already and she tasted so sweet. It had been a few years since I had tasted another woman and I was in heaven. I have no idea how long I was licking her but she came fast and hard her thighs squeezing my head as she came over and over. I got up and looked at her, she smiled at me and I took her hand and pulled her to her feet. I led her to the kitchen and poured her a vodka, as I did this she put her hand between my legs and slid a finger inside my now very wet pussy. She pulled it out and licked it, downed the vodka and pushed me onto one of our bar stools. She got down on her knees and her mouth was soon on my pussy, I could tell she had never done this before but she learned fast, she used her fingers inside me as she licked my clit. I never take long in cumming when I am excited and when I did I squirted into her mouth and over her face, I grabbed her head and pushed her in, making her lick me clean. I asked her if she liked her first girl on girl action, she laughed and said she had and wanted more. That night we licked and fingered each other so many times it would take me forever to tell you about it, we used all my toys and finally fell asleep in each others arms. I woke the next morning she had gone but had left me a not saying to call her later that day. Around mid day I was about to call when I heard a knock on the door, there was Joanne she came in and kissed me again, she said Luke had just fucked her and pulled up her skirt and I could see cum on her leg, I asked where he fucked her and she laughed and said in the car just before he dropped her off, I went down on her licking the cum from her leg and pushing my tongue inside her knowing his cum would now be in my mouth. I made her cum again and she kissed me and said she wanted Luke to join us soon, I told her I wanted Mark to do the same. So we made plans to have them both at the same time, now this wasn't something that mark had asked for, nor Luke but we wanted them both there at the same time. She called Luke and told him and he was happy to go along with it, I had no idea if Mark would and said they should both come over that Saturday, Mark would be home Friday and I would convince him that this was the only way.

That Friday Mark came home and I told him what had happened with Joanne, It got him so turned on he ripped my clothes off and fucked me hard from behind as I told him. As we lay there talking I told him that Joanne and said yes to joining us and he was so happy but that she wanted Luke there too. He was very quiet and I asked him what he thought? He said OK but he was not sure. I then told him that they were both coming over the next day and that nothing may happen but we could talk about it. What he didn't know was that Joanne and I had planned it so that something happen and that we knew that once it started they would get on board.

I had bought a new dress, red and very short, I had nothing under it, my breasts are not that big but it was nice and tight and made them look much nicer and bigger than they were. I had been to the Ann Summers shop and bought a strap on dildo that had a nice big black cock on it. I also bought some vibrating butt plugs and had them in a bag at the side of the couch, Mark knew nothing of this. Joanne and Luke came at 8pm and the conversation was a little slow at first because I think the men were a little unsure. Mark sat on one chair Luke on an other that left Joanne and I on the couch, after a few drinks they started to relax and I decided to get things started and asked Joanne how big Luck's cock was? she laughed and said it was an easy 7 inches but very thick, his face was a picture and very red, I laughed and said Mark was bigger and very thick. I leaned over and gave her a kiss and as I did I opened my legs a little and let both of them see I had no underwear on, I saw Mark smile and kissed her again, she reached under my dress and pushed her finger inside me. We had decided this was the best way to get them worked up. My hand went under her dress and like me she had no panties on. I pulled her dress up and she did the same to me. I looked at Luke and there was no mistaking a bulge in his trousers, Mark was the same. We stood up and she pulled my dress up and over my head, I did the same and then undid her bra. I looked at her and smiled, we went over to them, She went to Mark and I Luke. We both undid their trousers and soon had both of them out and in the open. Luke had a lovely looking cock, he was circumcised, I looked at Joanne and she already had Marks cock in her mouth. I did the same to Luke and his hands went to my boobs. I sucked him for a while and then got on him sliding his cock deep in my pussy and I bounced up and down on him. Joanne was on her knees and Mark was fucking her from behind. Luke pulled out of me and shot his cum over my belly and boobs. Mark didn't pull out and shot his deep inside her. We got the boys naked and I pulled out my new toys, I put on the strap on and bent Joanne over and slid it in her wet pussy and as I did this I wet my finger and pushed it in her ass, Luke got in front of her and put his cock in her mouth. We fucked like this for a while and Mark was stroking his cock. I pulled out of Joanne and Mark put his cock in, I moved round behind Luke and as he moth fucked her I surprised him by pushing my finger up his ass, then another and told him I was going to fuck his ass, Joanne grabbed him and I pushed the dildo at his ass, now I knew from Joanne she had used vibrators on him before, it went in quite easy even though it was big. Mark looked at me and he must have known then I intended to do the same to him. I fucked Luke for a while and when he shot his cum in hr mouth I pulled out and got behind Mark, without cleaning it I pushed it right inside Mark, I had fucked him like this lots of times and knew he loved it. Joanne turned round and kissed Mark her mouth full of Luke's cum. She then got on her back and told Luke to lick her clean, Marks cum was all over and inside her. He went right in there, he either didn't care or wanted to. We drank and fucked for a few hours until we were all exhausted and the boys were drained of all their cum. Just before we finished I asked Mark to rub Luke. he looked at him and then grabbed his cock Luke did the same with him. They got dressed and left. We sept very late the next day and Mark told me the next day he had a great time and wanted more. Much more. The next weekend Joanne and Luke came over again and again we fucked for hours and it became a regular thing, at least once a week. Joanne and I were spending quite a bit of time together too and one night in the pub we got talking to 2 younger women, Tina and Julie both 19 we actually got them a little drunk and called Luke to go to my house and wait with Mark as we had a surprise for them

now that is chapter 2 and will tell you all once I have recovered from writing this one :)

I wrote a KotH fan fic years ago then forgot about it. Just added a part 2. Enjoy!

Nights in Arlen
A KotH sex story
By: null

It was about 9:30 PM on a Tuesday night in Arlen, TX. Luanne Platter and her friend Jaime are sat on Jaime’s 2nd floor apartment balcony. Not a big place at all but Jaime kept it clean and welcoming. Hot but with a nice breeze blowing, the two of them are in shorts and sneakers. Luanne decided on a black bra and white tank top for her visit. Jaime’s was the last place on earth where Luanne felt comfortable and somewhat normal. Jaime has on a hoody but her D breasts are not easily stashed away.

“It’s getting late Jaime… I have to go soon” said Luanne as she tapped out another cigarette from her friends pack, her 3rd that hour.
“Do you want to go to Sugarfoots tomorrow? I’ll give you a ride. I definitely saw a ‘help wanted’ sign. They would hire you in a second!” said Jaime, Luanne’s friend of a few years. Not as pretty as Luanne but built the same way and on par mentally.
“I don’t know. I guess. I hate waiting tables. It’s like being a servant. You have to be happy when you’re really not.”
Luanne was visibly troubled and her friend was getting worried. Luanne had been broken up with Lucky for two months. Even before her and Lucky hit the rough patch that led to their parting ways her attitude had been different. Not the happy, blissfully clueless, piece of southern thickness those who know her have come to expect and love. These last few months she’s always seemed preoccupied and when questioned dismissive and distant.
“Luanne, what’s wrong? You’re not being Luanne. Are you still hung up on Lucky?” asked Jaime.
“I don’t want to talk about it, Jaime.”
Jaime grew worried and decided to change the subject.
“So do you want to go to Luke’s Saturday night? He and his friends are crazy! We need to just wear next to nothing, go there, and show off. Then leave early. They’ll be so about us then we’ll just leave!” Jaime envisioned their victory and laughed. Her chest bouncing as she didn’t have any support on.
“I don’t know, maybe.” Luanne responded, blankly, as she finished another of her friend’s cigarettes.
Jaime was sure a wild night of flirting and showing off followed by an abrupt departure would be just what Luanne needed to get her back on the right track. She felt accomplished already. In the way that she and Luanne’s type often do as they envision their future through rose colored glasses.
“Alright, I gotta go. So you can give me a ride tomorrow?” asked Luanne, with a curious increase in vocal energy that Jaime could not explain.
“Anytime, just call. I’m off all day.”
Luanne made eye contact with Jaime for the first time in 15 minutes.
“You’re the best” said Luanne.
Jaime felt sad at that moment. It confused her as this small compliment should have lit her up. It didn’t and it was the way Luanne said it. As if it meant something more than a simple thank you. She stood up and squeezed Luanne tight. Their breasts each flowing outward as they tried to escape the pressure of the embrace.
“I love you girl… you know that right?” asked Jaime.
“Yea, I love you too Jaime. Mind if I take a cig for my walk home?”
“Take them. I have a carton in the fridge.”
“Thanks” Luanne responded, relieved. She squeezed back to equal Jaime’s embrace.

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As Luanne walked home one thought, and one thought alone, was dominating her. She literally had to shake her head once in an attempt to push it away. The wind was calmer now. It was summer so kids were out playing hide and go seek. She saw a young boy find and start chasing a younger girl. The young girl was laughing uncontrollably as the boy tackled her onto the grass. Luanne was struck with a profound feeling of nostalgia. As she watched her steps she reminisced on her summer nights as a young girl running from boys. She tossed a cigarette butt into a drain. She crossed her arms under her breasts and her cleavage grew. The good memories of summers past were distorted then gone, replaced by a knot in her stomach. She had begun to hate her body. She hated that her breasts were so big. At one time they were such a source of confidence and pride. Now they disgusted her. As she thought about this she almost wanted to uncross her arms as she could not even stand indirectly touching them. She hated her golden blonde hair. A feature all of her girlfriends constantly said they wished they could have. “You can fucking have it” she thought. Anymore she just wore it in a lazy pony-tail. She hated her thick, round, protruding ass. Something most girls would hate but she loved once upon a time. An asset guys in her area were most keen on. She knew what she had and she flaunted it. Now, it was most decidedly a hate filled relationship. With her chest she could cover up, which she did when she was anywhere but at Jaime’s. But with her ass there was nothing she could do. All of her clothes were what they were. Short, tight, or revealing. In most cases all of the above. As she thought about her wardrobe she began to hate the girl she used to be. This caused her to tear up a little as the thought of hating ones younger and more innocent self is tremendously complicated and confusing. Luanne would never think on that sort of ‘meta’ level but she did know what she felt and it was weird. As she turned down the alley behind Rainy Street her steady pace was significantly slowed as her eyes met the yellow walls of the Hill residence off in the distance. Red truck parked in the driveway. For a second all thoughts and feelings were absent as if she were a deer in headlights. Slowly a feeling of dread surrounded her. She had been down this alley hundreds of times. If she had any talent in her hands she could draw it from memory. That said, for the past few months it has felt absolutely alien to her. She tightened the cross under her pale, ample boobs and began the final trek home. She was sick to her stomach now. She felt sweat beginning to accrue on her forehead. Her jaw was tight. Her hands were clenched. This all became apparent at once as she landed her first step on the driveway.
“Luanne!”
She felt as if she was hit on the back of her head as all the feeling of the past minute was instantly gone.
“Luanne look!”
She turned and looked towards the sound of her name. Bobby and Joseph were running toward her. Bobby was holding something in his hands.
“Bobby, what?” Luanne called out half in a daze having come from the mind state she was in.
“It’s a frog we found down by the Johnsons pond. Look how big it is!” Bobby cried.
Bobby and Joseph arrived at where Luanne was standing sweating and dirty. In Bobby’s hands was a rather massive green frog.
“Bobby that’s gross” Luanne said half aware.
“Do you think Dad will let it in the house?”
Luanne felt a quick jolt of electricity shoot from her head to her toes when Bobby mentioned him.
“I don’t know Bobby. Maybe you should let Joseph keep it tonight and find out in the morning. He might be sleeping” Said Luanne with ulterior motives for keeping him unbothered if at all possible.
Suddenly aware that he’s been mentioned by Luanne Joseph’s gaze was broken away from her thick round ass.
“Yea, my dad won’t care!” he stammered trying not to lose the image of Luanne’s deeply defined ass crack and underwear lines in her tight red cotton shorts.
“OK, Joseph. We can keep it at your house. But if my dad says it’s OK he’s moving in tomorrow! Now come on your mom got us hot pockets for the sleep over!” Bobby cried.
They both ran off towards Dale’s house. Joseph clumsily looking back at Luanne then disappearing behind his dads minivan. Luanne felt sick again as a result of seeing the dead insect on Dales truck. “He’s gross” she thought as she considered the type of guy who would have that on his truck. Then she turned and walked towards the sliding glass doors. Now sick to her stomach for another reason.

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The light were on but nobody was in the kitchen. The thought had occurred to her to rip one final cigarette before she went in but at this point was numb and plus Aunt Peggy didn’t want her sneaking cigarettes in the back yard anymore. The numbness was slightly lessened at the thought of Aunt Peggy. Basically Luanne’s mom now she felt close to her but more on a friendship level. She thought Aunt Peggy was one of the most intelligent people in the world even though most of the world thought, while friendly in her own way, she was an over confident windbag. Suddenly Luanne became aware she was standing at the sliding glass door looking into the house but unable to open the door. She was temporarily frozen in time as she neither wanted to go in nor continue to stand there looking like a weirdo. As she began to raise her hand to the door the light went off in the kitchen. Luanne stood there with her hand on the door handle for a few seconds. Then she slowly opened it. There was no risk of creaking or grinding as he kept everything in perfect working order. This thought caused knot to return. She slowly closed the door behind her and locked it. As she walked to the doorway to the living room she could hear Aunt Peggy talking to herself. Something about “fixing something when he should be in bed”. The acute awareness that often goes with sneaking around suddenly fell out of her. Numbness was all that was left. He was awake. In the garage. The sweat returned to her forehead. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She didn’t want to talk to Aunt Peggy in this state so she waited in the dark kitchen until she heard Aunt Peggy in her bedrooms bathroom then slipped into her bedroom. She shut the door and leaned against it. No lock on the door. There used to be one until a few months ago. She started crying quietly. She sat down on her bed and took her shoes off. She had white ankle socks on with pink paws dotted throughout. She peeled off her red shorts and dropped them into her hamper. The white cotton underwear matched her socks. She slipped on Jaime’s Arlen High sweatpants and got under her covers. She felt exhausted from the mental anguish of the past hour. Foolishly she held onto a single hope as she always did at this moment. Laying on her side in her room in his house she hazily stared at the clock on her night stand. Cigarette smoke and winterfresh gum on her breath. The clock read 10:32 PM…

>Part 2<

There was a tap at the window. Luanne cast a hazy look towards the sound.
“Luanne!”
She had not gained focus yet as she slowly rolled to a seated position and rubbed her eyes.
“Luanne! It’s Lucky! Come to the window.”
The voice of her ex-boyfriend somehow filled her with joy. She walked over to the window.
“Luanne… I’m an idiot. I nearly lost the best thing in my life. And for what? A bunch of losers? I need you back, Luanne. Will you come away with me?”

Luanne was filled with warmth and hope. She climbed out the window and into Lucky’s outstretched arms. He ran with her to his 4x4 and shut the door. Luanne was absolutely beaming. She was about to crank up the radio when she noticed the display looked weird. It looked like a digital clock. Slowly but deliberately her dream faded and she returned to reality. She had been looking at her clock. 11:17 PM…

As the hope and joy of her dream melted away it was replaced by the cold dread of her dark bedroom. As her mind made the transition she leaned up. There was light coming from underneath the door way. He was still awake. Luanne sat frozen. Listening for any sound. She thought she could hear something but then realized it was her own heartbeat. Pounding in her chest.

“Calm down, Luanne” she thought to herself. “He just forgot to turn off the light.” She could hope.

As she continued to sit there in silence a lack of any sound had a calming effect. Was she in the clear? The second she allowed her anxiety to relent she heard the garage door open. A cold pall was cast over her. Her only reaction was to silently lay back down and curl up. Her pounding heart the singular focus. As it began to echo in her ears all fell silent when she heard her door open. No sound. No feeling. Only the black of her eyelids. It felt like hours to Luanne before she heard her door close. As she listened to him walk to her bedside the chill turned to the feeling of insects crawling up her back. It was all she could do to not physically brush away the feeling he had draped upon her. Heart pounding again.
He stood at her bedside for a full minute. Looking at his prize. The line of her ample body causing his manhood to press against his jeans. He took one final swig from his Alamo can and put it on her bed table. Luanne heard the jangle of his belt as he removed his pants. As ants on her back were now biting her the knowledge of what was about to happen nearly drove her to vomit. She swallowed hard as he slunk under her blanket and pressed his throbbing dick against her. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and began to grind into her large ass. It was at this time that the cold sweat came and all feeling was gone. If Luanne had a mind she would understand that this was a defense mechanism to help her cope with the extreme nature of her predicament. But alas, she does not. However, what was undeniable was the feeling of nothingness that washed over her. He was now holding her hips as he pressed his penis in-between her legs as best as he could while still clothed. He liked the pressure. After a few minutes, another pressure was too much to bear. He removed his boxers. Slid her sweat pants down to her knees and placed his throttled member in-between the soft upper part of her thick thighs. He could feel the involuntary wetness develop through her white cotton panties as he started to dry hump her. Luanne could smell the mixture of his constant bad breath and stale Alamo beer creep down her face as he began to lick her neck and ear. She began to tear up as his hands moved across her stomach to her breasts. He began to fondle her breasts over the bra. As he kneaded her breasts he began to moan in her ear.

“I love you, Luanne” he stammered out as he continued his assault.

The mixture of precum and pussy juice had become audible with his thrusts. Sensing he was close he slowed down. He ran his hands over her stomach back to her thighs. He rubbed them over then moved one hand down to her pussy. The fact that the whole area was moist filled his entire being with excitement and a warped sense of connection to Luanne. “She is enjoying this” he thought to himself. He gently pushed her to the side as he removed her sweatpants and panties. As he laid back down beside her flat on his back he took a deep whiff of the mess she had made in her panties. The unmistakable smell filled him with carnal lust. He adjusted so that he was sitting with his back to the head board and she was sat in-between his legs facing away.

“Luanne? Luanne… are you awake?” he whispered.
Luanne began to cry. The soft whimpers driving Hank Hill to near sexual insanity. He gathered himself.
“Luanne… hold your arms up.” A request that was always made and never followed.

He removed her shirt unassisted and pulled her towards him so that she was sitting on top of his engorged member. Driving it into her mattress. Softly he draped his hands over the top of her breasts and moved up and down over her bra. Hank liked the last little barrier. Soon it was more than he could take. He pushed her forward slightly and unclasped her bra. He moved the straps off her shoulders but was careful not to let it fall off the front. In one fluid motion, he moved his hands from the top of her breasts down. The bra fell to her lap and he fondled her heavy breasts. His fingers rising one by one as he dragged them over her large puffy nipples. Her whimpers became quiet crying. After a few minutes of groping her chest and kissing her neck one of his hands came up to wipe her tears. Her whole face was covered. This made Hank insatiable. He gently twisted her head to the side and began licking the tears from her cheek. Moved to the other side and cleaned that as well. The stink of his drying saliva altering Luanne’s perception. The salty taste in his mouth was the limit. He pushed her slightly forward at the hips and his dick popped straight up. He spun her around so that she was facing him, put her lifeless arms over his shoulders, and pulled her into him. Her chubby pussy lips were now wrapped around the base of his shaft. The heat from it surprised him. He began to involuntarily grind into her. Luanne was looking down, eyes closed, sobbing. Tears dripping from the bottom of her chin onto her breasts. He placed his hands on the side of her face and pulled up. Her eyes would not meet his.

“Luanne? Uncle Hank loves you. You know that, right?”
Luanne answered with question with more quiet crying.
“Luanne? I don’t want to hurt you. I want to love you. You’ll let me love you, right?”

He did not wait for an answer as his putrid tongue was thrust into her mouth. He began to grunt has his tongue made love to her throat. He had now moved his hands down to her ass cheeks so he could slide her dripping wet cunt up and down his shaft.

“Oh god, Luanne” he stammered as he began to feast on her neck and chin.

It was in this moment that awareness clumsily returned to her. It had never gone this far before. Never this intense. Luanne bravely ventured a quick a look into his eyes and he was not there. They were lifeless. Like a dolls eyes. She had to do something. She had to make a decision. To save the one shred of dignity she had left…

As he was mindlessly grinding her and the pace quickened she whispered, “…Uncle Hank?”

The sound of her whisper somehow shattered through him as he looked up at her.

“Uncle Hank…” she whimpered as she gulped down the putrid mix of his saliva and hers, face breaking out because of all his bacteria.
“…I’ll love you back if you’ll let me, Uncle Hank.”
The statement threw Hank Hill’s mentality for a loop. As he searched for words he noticed her arms slightly tighten behind his neck. It was all he could do to speak.
“How do you want to love me, Luanne?” he asked as he slowly began to grind again.
“Like this…” and with that she began to slowly counter his gyrations.

At this point Luanne stopped crying. Any thought aside from the void caused from being molested by her uncle was a light in the darkness.
Effecting an innocent Texas twang as best she could she asked, “Can we ‘jus rub ‘em together? As she softly but assuredly began to pick up the pace. All in the hope that agreeable vulnerability would calm his carnal lust.

Normally, this is not how Hank Hill operates He needs absolute control. Absolute dominance. But the magnitude of her request had pierced him. Had he finally broken her? These “sessions” have been escalating and getting dangerous. If she had succumbed to him, he had to play his hand right so he didn’t upset the delicate balance.

“Yes, baby. We can.” He answered as he slid down flat on his back.

Luanne wiped her nose with her arm, leaned forward over her uncle so that her heavy breasts were hanging down over him, and began working her hips. Slowly grinding her cunt up and down the length of her uncle’s big dick. Hank Hill had left himself again. Only this time he was in a haze of infatuation. Secure in the fact that he had broken her. She was his. He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands. Pulled her down slightly and began to suck on her puffy nipples. Popping them as he released her large areolas. As he was tonguing her breasts the sickness returned to Luanne. As with any trauma, being present in the moment invites the pain to come rushing in. She had to end this quickly. She began to roll her wide hips and press down into her uncle’s rock hard erection. Suddenly he stopped sucking her breasts. She cast a quick glance at her uncle and his eyes were closed. He began to gyrate into her deliberately. He grabbed her large warm ass cheeks with his hands and pressed her into him even harder.

Her uncle breathlessly spoke, “Oh baby. Keep loving me.”
His ass was now rising off the bed as his pelvis lifted her with each thrust. So much so that she had fallen forward and they were chest to chest.
“Oh Luanne… oh, God! I’m cumming baby!” he choked out as four ropes of her uncles hot cum forced its way in-between them.

Involuntarily, Luanne rose up off him and the cum began to drop down her stomach. As it began to reach the top of her pussy she cupped in with her hand. She looked at her uncle. His eyes were closed and he had a tired smile on his face. She stayed straddling him. Afraid to move. She silently moved her hand up her stomach to get the rest of her uncle’s sperm off her body and into her hand then wiped it into the comforter. As she did that he looked up at her.

“You’ve made your uncle very happy, Luanne.”

And with that he leaned off her bed. Bent down and put on his jeans. The reality of watching him put on his jeans. The hairy legs and the jangle of the buckle was too much for Luanne. The vomit rushed up her throat and into her mouth. She clenched her lips as tight as she could. Mercifully, her uncle did not look back and silently left her room. Luanne stayed motionless on her knees on the bed. Nose and eyes running from the acidic vomit that had filled her mouth. She listened as she heard the familiar sounds of his “after session” bathroom sounds. As she heard the click of their bedroom door she rushed to the window, threw it open, and let the vomit shoot out of her mouth. Two more rushes after that. When she was done she dropped to her knees and openly wept in the corner of her room. The confusion of what had happened. The absolute disgust at what she did to avoid worse. The panging dread at what she would have to do in the future. All this mental anguish was cascading over her and breaking her soul.

After a few minutes, she got up from the floor. She put on her sweatpants. “Jaime” she thought hazily as the tears rolled down her face. Slunk to the bathroom and showered. Slunk back to her bedroom. Ripped all the blankets and pillows off her bed then laid down in her towel.

As she regained focus she saw the can of Alamo on her night stand. She smashed if off and saw her clock.

12:31 AM.

To be continued.

I really wanted to fuck my grandma once.

I always was a little bit curious how is it with older, experienced woman. Last year my grandma turned 65. Shes hubby brunette with big boobs and round ass, without any man in her life for last 6 years. She looks like she could be my mom. I never seen her as a women I want to get, but I can't deny - we had some kind of magicial connection. I love her in the way human loves the closest person in family. And I know she love me too and she's pround of me. She's also very open to me. When I was young my parents wasn't ready to talk with me about sex, girls and guide me somehow. But my grandma was. And she always speaked the truth: about girls, about sex, even about her experiences.

It was winter and I came to visit her. I wanted to help preparing for Christmas, talk about changes in my life, new job and so on. We lost count of time and drank a lot of fruit liqueur. We had a long talk about my relationships, my conclusions about life, girs, sex and creating my own future. She shared her own stories and clonclusions too. She told me some things, she never told me before - like for example, that she had threesome once, she liked to kiss girls, when she was younger and she had fuck-friends relation with some guy and she enjoyed it like never before. And she told me, that she mostly liked, how he fucked her in public places. "With passion", she said.
It was late and my bus ran away. I just wanted to call taxi, when my grandma sugested me to stay for night. She have one bed, but we slept together thousands of times so I accepted her offer.

I went to take a bath. For whole visit in shower I could not stop thinking about what she said. I imagined, how that guy fucked her like a piece of slut. I had instant remorse, because it turned me on like crazy. My dick erected so hard, I wanted to touch myself. I wanted to touch her too. I felt bad.

I had no clothes for sleep, so I stayed in boxers and t-shirt. I wanted to hide my erection, holding clothes in my hands, but I think it cound not work. My grandma went to take bath, leaving me on the bed with all these thoughts. When she left, she was topless. She forgot her sleeping shirt. It shouldn't be big deal. I saw her naked before. But today it was a deal. I wanted to come closer and play with these big boobs. She have big, ligh pink nipples. I love these. I wanted to suck 'em immediately. Have them in my mouth. Play with my tongue and watch, how they get bigger.

We turned off the light and went to bed. We again started talking. Topics got hotter. I asked her, if she likes to give head. "Only if it tastes good and is big enough", she answered with smile. She asked me, how I like to do it with girls. I answered that I like them from behind. I wanted to sound manly, but I'm sure I didn't. My voice broken down a couple of times.

I saw her nipples by the shirt. They got bigger. They was ready to taste them. She liked the way we talk and I knew it.

It was cold a little bit. We hugged. I know, she felt my erection. She wasn't even suprised, when her leg found my hard cock. I wanted to pull it out, put it on her hand and watch, what gonna happen. My grandma wanted to act like nothing happened, but her breath told me everything. She wanted to pull me closer.

I put my hand on her back. I wanted to get lower - to her juicy ass. But I was scared, about what happens. I felt, that we moving flowly. I felt so bad and I wanted it so badly...

Our bodies were moving. It is hard to describe, but it is like dancing. Hands were moving, but very, very slow. We obviously wanted to act naturally... like nothing happens. Our lips was very, very close, but then... We did nothing. We got frozen. I desperately wanted her to move. To stop it. To kiss me and start touching each other. In my mind i found milion places on her body I wanted to put my hand on. I stopped breathing, waiting for that moment, but it never happened.

Then she put her hand on my hip just for moment - dangerously close to my cock - and turned to the other side. I got closer and felt her ass toughing my dick. I was holding my hand "naturally" hugging her on breast level. I felt her nipples. I was breathing in her ear.

We started moving a little bit and i felt, how mu dick rubb her pussy. I don't remember so much. Momentally i felt bad, bad one thing i remember clearly - she was totally wet.

We didn't anything this night and any other. We don't see each other as often as we used to.
We both know.
It is hard for me and I don't know, how to handle it. Sometimes I still think about that night - like today - and I would like to live it once again. But other days - I can't think about her at all.
We didn't talked about it. We act like it's cool, but it isn't.
I confused about my feelings about it all.

Part A1: Sisters night out [rest of the story on my profile :) ]
Hey guys it's me Anna again :DD. SAM said I should mark the parts I write with an A (like A1 you see). Anyways this is about a party in the time before I got married to Jimmy.
Well Patty said I should enjoy life as long as I wasnt married yet (little did she know that I enjoyed it very much with SAM ;) ). She also wanted to spend more time with me before I would be occupied with my husband all the time. So she invited me to said party (quick reminder - I was like 28 at that point and Patty 19 - legal drinking age is 18 here). I asked her if Brian (her BF at that time) would come too, but she only laughed and told it was kinda a sorority party - no boys allowed. Whats the fun in that? Patty said I could meet new girl friends there, maybe some of the girls were married as well and could give me advice. So I agreed to come. "Dresscode" or theme was black and white, masks in black and white would be handed out at the entrance. Then Patty added:"Oh and please dont embarrass me - No one with tits like you should wear a bra. Dont hide what you got! Dress as sexy as you can, or else I might tell everyone I dont know you..." We laughed but she made sure to tell me again that the no-bra-rule was actually a thing.

So before the party I took a shower. First thing I did after was my hair. I prepped them to be a bit curly. But for the first part of the party I wanted them in a pony tail, so I had something to show off / change during the course of the event. When I was done I watched myself in the mirror and was pleased with myself. Then Jimmy walked in, seeing me all naked. He came up to me and kissed me. We made out for a few seconds. Like almost always when we were kissing for longer than a few moments I thought about how much better SAM was at kissing. When our lips parted, Jim was staring lustfully at my chest. I could see the bulge in his pants.
Me:"Sweety, I got to get ready for the party... I only have time for a blowjob."
His face turned grim then bright over the course of the sentence.
J:"You always deliver. You're truly the best wife in the world."
I smiled and removed his pants. Kneeling before him I sucked him off. His dick tasted good. He always kept it super clean and it always tasted a bit like soap. SAM's dick always tasted more... meaty/natural I would say. After a minute I felt Jimmys dick explode in my mouth. I swallowed it all. Grinned at him.
J:"Thank you babe."
Me:"You're welcome."
He then left me alone. He never kissed me after a BJ. I had gotten used to that. I touched my crotch. Yep, a little bit wet. I wiped it off and put on some black panties. Checked myself in the mirror. I love dressing up. I took a black band as a necklace. Took a picture for SAM. He always appreciates the pictures I send him. Then I finally put on the dress. Plain black. No straps. Sweetheart neckline. Tight all around. It was so short, it barely covered my ass. Another picture for SAM.

When I was ready I called Patty. I drove to her house and we would take a taxi from there. Patty wore a plain white dress, just as short as mine but with straps. It was so low cut, her tits looked like they might pop out at any minute. She looked gorgeous. We ordered a taxi and few minutes later we were on our way. The taxi driver kept staring at us and we giggled like teenagers. When he asked where we were going, Patty told him about the party and about the no boys rule. The driver seemed disappointed and drove the rest of the way in slience.

When we arrived at the house, we were greeted by two girls, one in knee-long white dress, the other one in the same dress but in black. They both wore masks the opposite color of their dresses. Patty seemed to know them but didnt bother introducing me. I got handed a white mask and Patty recieved a black one. We put them on and went in. We met the hostess, who wore a black and white dress. The left half was white, the right half was black. Her eyes were covered by a mask which was left-black and right-white. When I saw her, I immediately understood why Patty asked me to dress sexy. The hostess was hot as fuck in her dress. She didnt have big tits, but the dress fit her so well, she surely had to be the sexiest woman in the whole house (not counting me and Patty, I didnt count us into the rating ;) ).
Patty seemed to know her as well, they kissed each other on the cheek and then even a short kiss on the mouth. When it was my turn, I only got cheek-kissed. We went deeper into the house. It was dimly lit but there was black lights. It looked awesome with all the white dresses. Patty greeted some more girls, we got ourselves drinks and started chatting with some of Patties friends. I looked around in the room. This was the living room, even though the couch had been moved out to make space. I was wrong when I assumed that the hostess was the hottest girl here. All of the girls were looking amazing.

Me and Patty drank together for a while, getting in the mood. The music was turned up and some space was cleared as a dance floor. Patty wanted to dance but I was hesitant. I got another drink and walked around the house a bit. I saw myself in the mirror by chance - the white mask looked really shitty to my black outfit. I found the hostess again and asked her if I could get a black mask. She said I should find someone to swap so I went around the house more. I found another big room with music playing. Everyone was dancing to the beat, but the moves were still shy. I couldnt just stand there, I had to move as well. I found a small group of girls and joined their circle. after a while one of them went into the middle of the circled and showed her moves. She knew what she was doing. After a few 10 seconds she pulled in another girl and got back in the cicle. Now that girl danced like there was no tomorrow. She wore a white dress and a black mask. While dancing, she was looking at me. Smiling. When the time came, she grabbed my arm, danced with me for a moment and then flung me in the circle. Now I know how to mesmerize men, but women? I was not to sure. But I still tried. I started slowly, using my hips a lot. My hands moved from my hips to my chest. Then it got faster (and too hard to explain ^.^) until it was my turn to get out of the cicle. I picked the girl next to the one dancing before me. I tried asking her for her name, but she signaled that she didnt understand and that we should go elsewhere. So we went upstairs. We chatted a little, then I asked her for her mask.
She said:"Okay, but you have to show me your tits."
Me:"My tits?"
Her:"Yeah, they look so great I wanna seem them. Come on, just a peek."
I blushed. But then I thought "what the hell, why not. She is a girl... so what.."
So I took of my mask and pulled down my dress a bit. After 5 seconds I covered myself again. She gave me her mask and said "see you later" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. That whole thing had me turned on. Then I had an idea. I took off the band, opened my ponytail. I found a bathroom and looked at myself. I looked like a completely different girl. I went downstairs again and looked into the dance room where my sister was. I didnt see her, but thats no wonder in a room full of white dresses. So I went on the dance floor. Here there were no groups, everyone was dancing for themselves. I danced my way through the masses. Then one girl next to me started touching me. I reacted spontaneously and pulled her closer to me. We were grinding on each other before long. I was turned on. I looked around. All the other girls were kinda pairing up too. Some already went for boobs. Some were kissing. And I finally saw Patty. She was kissing a girl in a white dress. My partner had lost interest in me and was already flirting with another girl.

I worked my way to Patty. When she was free for a second I touched her shoulder. She spun around and started dancing with me immediately. We put our hands on each others hips, pulled each other closer. She laid her arms around my neck and let her body dance to the rythym. She was incredibly sexy.
The grinding had me wet already but then, Patty pulled me close and kissed me (yes, this was my real first girl kiss, read more to that in the footnote). It was not a shy, innocent kiss of a sister. She went all in. After 3 seconds we were french kissing. I felt my juice running down my leg. I then realized that others were watching, all girls around us were looking and applauding. We stopped for a second, but the crowd wanted more. So we continued.

After a seemingly endless period of time, we parted lips. I stared at her. She stared back. The some other girl pulled her away and started making out with her. I went through the crowd and upstairs, looking for a bathroom. When I found one I sat down and pulled down my panties. They were soaked. I touched my pussy. Soaked. I started masturbating. First just the clit. Then one finger. Two fingers. I came, making the tiles in front of me wet. I couldnt stop. Fingered myself to another orgasm. Then finally I was cooled down enough to go outside. But first I reverted my looks. I didnt have a white mask though. I went out without a mask on. When I wanted to go downstairs, I heard moans from one of the other rooms. The door wasnt closed completely. When I peeked in I saw two girls (I didnt know them) scissor fucking each other. I couldnt see their masks, but they werent wearing them. Seeing them fuck turned me on again so I helped myself while carefully listening for steps on the stairs. When I was about to cum I got back in the bathroom and let it flow.
I wiped it up. In the meantime the girls had switched to 69. When I came back they were just done with that and started dressing. I had an idea. I knocked on the door and hid behind a corner. My plan worked - the girls stormed out, barely dressed and without their masks. I entered the room, looked for the masks. I found a white one under the bed, but when I got up from under the bed I heard steps on the stairs. I quickly hid behind the door. Two new girls came in. I heard them kiss, fall on the bed. Soon moaning. I started fingering again, cumming twice in the process. When the girls left I was exhausted. I left the room and went down to find Patty. By that time, at least half of the guests were already gone. The rest was sitting or standing, more than a few kissing. I found Patty making out with the hostess, Patty's hand under her dress. Patty saw me and I signaled her to come, but she didnt listen. The hostess was moaning hard already. After a few minutes she came, juice running down her thighs. It was hard to watch but I already had my fun this night. Soon after they stopped kissing and Patty went to me.
P:"So, did you have fun?"
Me:"I cant say I didnt ;-)"
P:"Did you at least kiss a girl?"
Me:"Well... does cheek count?"
P:"Oh you are soooo lame."
With that we stumbled outside and called a taxi and went home.

End of Part A1 - hope you have fun with this guys :-***

Tell me in the comments if you wanna hear the first story SAM told from my perspective :)

Footnote: I know, last time I told the story with Beth I told her I never kissed a girl before. I lied to her, obviously. But I also kinda lied to you guys I guess. But clarifing that in the last story woulda been strange and didnt fit into the story at all, so I let it out :) Sorry again! :-**

Anna and Kelsey?
Part 7.2
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Last time I told you how I met Kelsey. What I didnt tell you was, that she was the first GF I had since I started fucking Anna. So naturally, things got a little wierd.

After that first night / morning, Kelsey and I decided to date, but we wouldnt tell anyone for the moment. O/C I wouldnt keep it a secret from Anna, but other than that, no one knew.

The first few weeks, everytime we saw each other (at each others houses) we fucked. Sometimes up to 3 times, before dinner, before sleeping and in the morning. It was awesome.
Our dates were... unconventional. I always wanted to have more outdoor sex and I got my chance with Kelsey. We fucked in changing rooms of swimming pools, stores etc. With how shy Kelsey was, I had a hard time talking her into it, but as soon as I touched her ass, boobs, pussy or even just her belly in a changing room, she got horny instantly. After a short foreplay, her pussy would always be dripping wet (literally. her juice just dripped down from it or ran down her legs). I loved licking her just as much as I loved her sucking me. The sex had to be quiet of course, so I adapted my technique such that there would be no smacking noise. I would often come in her pussy (swallowing wasnt really her thing), she then always put on panties to keep the cum on her pussy. When we came home, the panties were wet. And I would fuck her again.
One time, we were going swimming in a lake, an hours drive from the city. The place was unknown enough to have very few visitors, even mid summer. When we got there, only 3 or 4 adults were there with us, some of them sunbathing some of them swimming (crossing the lake). Kelsey wore a darkblue swimsuit. She looked sexy as hell. We got in the water (where we could still stand) and played around a bit, splashing water at each other and such. I put my arms around her breasts in an attempt to pull her down into the water with me, but before I did, I saw her bite her lip. I knew what was up. I dunked her, pulled her up and saw that her nipples were already hard. I grabbed her again and pulled her into deeper waters, where only her head and a bit of shoulders were above the water. We started kissing and looked around. Noone was near us, someone was in the lake swimming but far away. I pulled her closer and put my hands on her ass, kneading it. She said "you think this is a good idea?" - "Yes. trust me." She nodded and bit her lip again. I switched from ass to pussy, rubbing it from outside her swimsuit first, then slipping into her with my fingers, pushing the swimsuit to the side. Even though the water was cold, her pussy was warm. She put her arms around my neck, her mouth to my ear and moaned softly. My dick was getting hard already. She started stroking me, bringing my dick up to full size. I lifted her up so that her legs were around my waist and penetrated her hot hole. My cock was unusually cold due to the water, so it took Kelsey by surprise and she looked at me with big eyes "its so cold!" she whispered. My hands were on her hips, her arms around my neck. I started fucking her slowly. She looked around, noone near. "Faster" she demanded and used her legs to force me into a faster rhythm. We were making some waves for sure. After a few moments in this position, we switched to "standing" doggystyle (no idea what the real name of that position is :D). After fucking her pussy for a good minute, she got off my dick and put it up against her ass. She looked at me and said with a grin: "Water is a good lube". So I started fucking her ass slowly. I couldnt tell if she was shaking because of the cold water or because of an orgasm. Soon after I shot my load into her ass. She got off my cock and we stood there hugging for a while. I just then saw someone from the beach looking in our direction. I told Kelsey and she blushed. I didnt know how long that guy was looking, maybe he didnt see anything, maybe he just guessed what we were doing. Kelsey just wanted to get home asap so we got out of the water as fast as we could.

Since I was occupied with Kelsey all the time, I didnt have time for Anna. After a while I caught myself making excuses. I was always good at self-reflection and realised that I feared the next one-on-one meeting with Anna. I was unsure what would happend and didnt know how to behave. I really didnt want to lose either of them. Anna didnt push me, but I decided I had to do something.After me and Kelsey made our relationship public, we often had Anna and Jim as guests, since Kelsey knew Anna from work. Usually Jim and Anna would leave together, but the next time I invited them over, I told Anna via text to stay longer (I did so when I invited them, so that she would have time to prepare herself as well). At that point I hadnt seen Anna in two weeks and we hadnt fucked for 4 months. It was autumn/fall by then, but still Anna turned up in a summer dress (black) with leggings underneath. Jim and I wore shirts, Kelsey was dressed in sweater (tank top underneath, no bra) and jeans. While we were eating we had small talk, jobs etc. nothing special. In the midst of the dinner Anna asked me to turn up the thermostat and I did, not thinking much of it. At the end of the dinner, Anna excused herself and came back from the bathroom without the leggings on. She said "its warm enough so I dont need those damn leggings anymore" and laughed, me and Jim both were looking at her legs then. Kelsey agreed and said "I think I'll have to get rid of my sweater as well." She took it off and revealed her tank top. It was light blue and as I inspected her I could see that she wore no bra. Her nipples werent erect, but a little bump was there anyway. I think Jim also saw that. I thought to myself "Huh, is this a competition for attention?"
Shortly after, we switched from food to drinks and sat on the couch in my living room. Kelsey got tired first, declared she was about to fall asleep but she had to finish reading something for work, and when she went into my bedroom I caught Jim following her with his eyes. Soon after, he excused himself as well, saying "I think I will head home, I'm tired as well. I'll let you two catch up, you havent seen each other in a while..." when he said goodbye he added "I think I'll look if I can say goodbye to Kelsey as well" - since it looked like he was waiting for my agreement I nodded and said goodbye. Anna gave Jim a quick kiss and he went his way. We sat in silence, heard Jim open the bedroom door, some whispering, closing of the door and then opening and closing of the entrance door. I exhaled. I didnt even realize that I had held my breath for a while. I looked at Anna. Smiled. She smiled back. I scanned her body. Even though Kelsey looked good, she was no match for Anna. "You like what you see?" she asked and got a little closer. I nodded and grinned. I was still nervous but the ice was broken. "The reason I asked you to stay..." - "is that you want to talk about us. And Kelsey. I'm not an idiot you know" she said, laughing quietly. I nodded, unsure what to say. Anna started talking instead: "Look, I know you dont know what to do. You really like Kelsey and from what I heard the sex is amazing. Nevertheless, I see the way you still look at me. And we still text and talk alot. So it is obvious that you havent lost your affection for me. So you want both, but dont know if you can do it." I looked at her. She knew me really well. Thats exactly how I felt like. She grinned and said "Yes, I know you very well. And one other thing, think about this: Whats the difference between you fucking me while I'm in a relationship and me fucking you when you are in a relationship." I thought for a moment but then it clicked.
"There is no difference. You just solved my problem." I looked at her in amazement. She smiled and shifted her position. I could see between her legs - no panties. I just then realized how much I missed the sex with her. Its not that the sex with Kelsey was worse - or better - just two different styles. Anna was still smiling. "I want you right now" I said, "but how do we make sure Kelsey doesnt catch us?" Anna answered: "Its your house, find a corner that we can be in without looking suspicious and where she wont find us before we can get dressed after we heard her open the bedroom door." I thought about it and got up, led Anna to a corner of the room, where a book shelf separated it a bit from the rest. The bookshelf was in between us and the bedroom. Behind us a big window to the garden. Anna leaned on the window ledge, pushed her chest out, shoulders back, her legs standing apart. She looked so sexy. I got up to her, started kissing her. When I reached down to feel her pussy, it was already soaking wet. I looked at her in astonishment and she said "I havent had an orgasm in four months, what did you expect?" and winked. I got my dick out and Anna started sucking it immediately. I got hard really fast. Cheating on my GF was really exciting, apparently. I lifted Annas dress and stood between her legs, her ass on the window ledge. She wrapped her legs around me and her arms around my neck, then I thrusted in. It was a hard first thrust and Anna bit her lip so hard I feared she might bite it open. "you okay?" I whispered. She nodded "I just came. That never happend to me before. Holy shit your dick feels huge!" I humped her slowly, she melted away. When I fucked her harder, her body shook with another orgasm. It was so overwhelming for her, she bit my shoulder. I inhaled sharply, she looked up and whispered "I'm sorry are you okay?" I nodded and smiled. "Fuck me harder... please" she whispered and I did. When her third orgasm came, and her pussy contracted around my dick, I blew my load in her. "Fuuuuuuuck" it came from her. Her body was twitching so I held her tight. I pulled out with a small "plop", still holding her. "That was... amazing.." she panted. I just nodded. After some minutes passed, we parted, I escorted her to the door and said "Thanks for coming by." She smiled and waved goodbye. I took a shower before going into the bedroom. Kelsey was asleep when I came in. I laid down besides her and cuddled with her. Somehow that woke her up. "hey there beautiful" I whispered. She smiled and said "Hey there. Sorry I fell asleep. You two really were talking for a long time." I nodded and said "Me and Anna have been close friends for years. Lately we didnt do anything together, we didnt talk a lot either. Kelsey looked worried "Am I interfering too much? I'm sorry! I didnt know you two were close. You cant lose a friendship just because you have a girlfriend." - "I'm happy you think that way." - "You should see her more often! From now on I mean." - "I will try. Thanks for being supportive." She smiled and touched my dick "As long as she doesnt keep me from getting this, I dont mind". I kissed her, then she pushed me on my back, removed the covers and sat on my chest. "I think I want this now." She sat on my face so I could lick her, I was happy to oblige. Soon her juices were flowing. She then sat on my dick and started fucking me. I massaged her tits, grabbed her throat. "choke me till I slap your arm" she demanded. I never really knew how hard I could choke so I started slow, but she kept encouraging me so I pressed harder till she slapped my arm and inhaled sharply. I then started choking her again until her slap, and so on till she eventually had an explosive orgasm, crying "uhhhhhhh" in a deep voice. I wasnt done, so I made her bend over to me and started fucking her hard and fast. She was surprised but moaned "oh oh yea oh" so I continued until I blew my load in her pussy. We both collapsed and fell asleep soon after.

End of Part 7.2

YAO. HELP There was this Indian/Pakistani teen who used to take selfshot videos of her stripping in front of a mirror and was the cutest as she would shy away everytime. She had big natural boobs and there was one video of her hairy pussy and one in which she was wearing a towel and then slowly removed it. Can someone be a saviour and help the community out with her videos link? PLEASE.

There was this Indian/Pakistani teen who used to take selfshot videos of her stripping in front of a mirror and was the cutest as she would shy away everytime. She had big natural boobs and there was one video of her hairy pussy and one in which she was wearing a towel and then slowly removed it. Can someone be a saviour and help the community out with her videos link? PLEASE.