Clunky Boobs

The sweat on her back glistened in the candlelight. The flickering lights added to the ambience, further enhancing her beauty. The lightning from outside the window illuminated the bedroom in an outer worldly glow every now and then, and the rain set a natural rhythm against the farmhouse windows old panes of glass.

I bent her over, her ass high in the air and held her there. I leaned down to run my tongue slowly and nastily up the length of her slit. A little roll around for her clit, a probing tongue and then a tiny flick on the button of her ass. She twitched a little then subconsciously thrust her ass at me as I pulled away. I settled her into her pillows, petting and kissing her lovingly. (more…)

The next morning Amy woke up to find the other side of the bed empty. Where was Nick? She was positive she hadn’t dreamed their nightly encounter. She stretched languidly as she remembered how he had felt lodged deep inside of her cunt. How hard she had climaxed when he sucked her nipple just at the right moment.

She blushed slightly by the thought. She had never believed herself to be one of them that could have an orgasm just by having her nipples sucked. Well, surprise, surprise, her body seemed to think otherwise. Especially when said sucking was combined with one of the hottest male bodies she had ever had the luck of bedding, and the largest cock she had ever experienced. That might have something to do with her climax, she chuckled. (more…)

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I heard the sound of a closing door, and my eyes fluttered open. I had been dreaming. My mind’s eye had played out a vision of a beautiful blonde sucking on the tip of my cock. Everything felt warm and comfortable. I was floating away in a deep, wet bliss. I could feel the tongue gently slathering the sides of my shaft, coating them in stringy, slick saliva. I let out a low moan and felt my legs go stiff with pleasure. The tongue swirled round and round and my eyes met the vision I thought had been a dream. I stared down my chest to become lost in a pair of beautiful baby-blues. She looked up at me while playfully continuing to ply me with her oral skills. I smiled, and moved my hand to the back of her head. I stroked and petted her hair as I felt the pressure continue to rise. Sensing the soon to be insurmountable tension, my fist closed around a handful of flaxen hair and began to press down. Her head slowly lowered, taking in more of my throbbing cock. It smoothly moved past her lips and teeth, going ever deeper, until I could feel myself in her throat. Her eyes continued to bore into me, prodding my soul, broadcasting to me her wanton sexual desires. I held her there. My hand firmly lay on the back of her head, clutching her hair and applying pressure. One, two, three: I felt the seconds tick by. Thoughts of domination and submission circled around my brain, followed by the release. The tension in my hand gave wave and my grip released. She quickly spit out my cock and gasped. (more…)

As I wandered through the house, on my return to my downstairs apartment, I took a closer look at the opulence of the house I grew up in with my parents. I came to the startling reality, that I had never been a real part of any of it. It would seem that my parents’ lover had raised me; I had never gotten to know my mother and my father as still a mystery to me. I had learned about the wild nature of my folks, and some of the unbelievable things that had happened here, from Louise. The house suddenly seemed so large and empty. Since my mother had died, dad had seemed to be working all the time and Louise was the only family member I had been in constant contact with. Even that was weird to me, she turns out to have been sexually active with the folks their entire married life, had borne and raised her own child here, and had never been married. She had raised my sister and me both from infancy, and now, I had taken her anally in my fathers private little fuck chamber. I needed something to calm me down before my dad came home to discuss God only knows what. I made a short detour through the den and helped myself to a nice flagon of Johnny Walker Black, from the bar. I carried it with me and headed down the stairs to the safety of my own hideout in the cellar. (more…)

“God I hate taking these damn boxes apart,” Kelli said as she looked at the pile stacked neatly against the wall in front of her.

“Yeah, but they don’t unfold themselves,” John replied as he picked up the top one on the pile.

“There must be at least a thousand of them here.”

“About 350 really. We should be able to do it in a couple of hours. After all, it takes a lot of boxes to move a company to a new building. These are a lot better, you know. More space, a real lunch room, even a fitness center.” (more…)

*AUTHOR’S NOTE: *

This is the second chapter of a story which broke nicely into four chapters. Two of the chapters could possibly stand alone, but the four fit together better as a single tale. I’ve changed the characters’ names and deliberately left out certain specific details in order to conceal the participants’ identities. The reason will certainly become obvious.

*SUMMARY OF CHAPTER 1. *

Bill, Kim, and I had been sent by our college to an academic conference. Although each of us had been a faithful spouse (Bill to Sue, Kim to Rick, and me to Terri), the three of us had playfully ended up in bed together. Kim had surprised all three of us when her continuous orgasms only ended when Bill and I collapsed into exhaustion. (more…)

THURSDAY

I stood in the kitchen, shaking with rage, and fought back my tears. In one hand, I held a butt plug. In the other, I gripped a blue dildo so large that I had trouble closing my fingers around it. A too-tight French maid’s uniform squeezed my chest, my breath racing. A series of Polaroids posted on the refrigerator tells the story:

The first Polaroid showed a close-up of Bee’s face, defiant, staring at the camera. I had found Bee, my Thai maid, giving head to X, my boyfriend. I decided to dominate her as punishment to remind her who was in charge, so when X left on business I bought a butt plug and forced Bee to wear it on Monday. Bee wasn’t at all happy about this, and it shows in the look on her face in that first picture. (more…)

After leaving a sexually gratified couple in the room behind her, Emily headed to David”s office downstairs to take a quick shower so she could wash away any remnants of semen and saliva from her body. Knowing her sexual escapades this night weren”t over, she wanted herself smelling fresh and appearance enticing for her next “masters” that would be drawn during tonight”s second sex slave raffle. Anxious to speak with her and knowing she had about five minutes to bathe before the next drawing, I quickly moved to meet her in David”s office. (more…)

Things went much more smoothly after that. Over the course of the next month or so, word inevitably got around about Angie and me, much to the disgust of the female class body and much to the delight of the male. Of course, Angie, never one to bow to public opinion, openly flaunted it. I can’t tell you how many times I caught her writing “Angie’s bitch” on some part of my body or clothing while sitting behind me in class.

But I had resolved to be okay with it, and I was. It was so liberating to be able to walk over to Angie on campus, throw my arms around her, and give her a loving kiss, instead of resisting the urge as I’d done before. She obviously felt the same liberation, and it softened her hard-edged demeanor. A circle of friends even began to form around her, women and men who admired her spirit and loved her spunk the same way I did. (more…)

It was a brilliantly sunny May morning and so the three had decided to take advantage of the unexpectedly warm weather. Marie and Brad were going to pick up Vince, and then drive to Point Reyes and spend the afternoon at one of the beaches out there. Afterwards Marie intended to bring the two young men back to her place and lure them into yet another torrid round of boy-boy sex, with her, of course, right at the center of the carnal frolic. At thirty-five, Marie felt hornier and more sexually adventurous than ever, and appreciated having two young and virile twenty-something bi-studs like Brad and Vince at her disposal. (more…)