Morgan Grayson

My friends and I had the three-day-weekend to end all three-day-weekends planned. Fine wine, fine food, great shopping, the theater. We were as giddy as a bunch of teenagers…right up until my supervisor tapped me to pinch hit for somebody’s appendix and go to a conference. I was livid, but I like being employed, so I shut the hell up and went to Chicago. My friends went off on the three-day-weekend to New York. I gritted my teeth a lot.

I moved through the conference in a fog, but didn’t disgrace myself too much. They handed me over to some stuffed executive type who was supposed to show me around. Very dignified, distinguished looking black man in silver-gray tailoring. All he did was remind me of the weekend I was missing (and Lisa wasn’t) and I hated him on site. I was barely civil to him, and progressed rapidly to rudeness. He gave it back in volumes. Three hours after we met we were standing in the middle of his office shrieking at each other. We pulled it all out. Race. Gender. Probable ancestry. At one point my palm went right for his face. He tossed up a hand and caught. For a second we both froze, staring at his strong black hand around my white wrist.  Then we looked at each other. Then a LOT of things happened.

He was still growling deep in his throat when his mouth came down on mine and his tongue took me. I  mean…TOOK. His kiss was savage and demanding, one hand knotted in my hair to hold my head still. I felt my feet leave the floor and my butt land on the desk. He took an arm and swept most of the stuff on the top of his desk to the floor with one swipe. He pulled my head back, laying me down, as his right hand went up under my skirt, grabbed my hose and yanked. He stripped the clothes off me, tearing the fabric in several places. His breathing was loud and harsh and his eyes were lit with an insane glow of animal lust. I was both frightened out of my mind and more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life. His hand went between my legs and rubbed my hot, dripping pussy.

He lowered his mouth to my right nipple and sucked it hard as he fingered me. Once his fingers were nice and juicy, he slid into a three-finger fuck that was glorious. He built me higher and higher and higher….then stopped and stepped back. I whimpered at him like a wounded animal. He very slowly opened his pants, and took out his rigid, thick 10″ shaft. He fingered it and stared at me. In silence. I went from helpless lust to pure rage. I came off the desk at him like a rocket, knocking him backward enough to land on the couch. I leaped on him, impaling myself with his cock, my body falling forward awkwardly. He couldn’t get leverage enough to move, so I fucked the living shit out of him. Hard, vicious humping, grinding my clit against his shaft…like fucking a tree stump…smashing my ass cheeks against his balls,  fists gripping his shirt…licking and biting his skin…muttering “bastard, bastard, bastard” over and over again until I came so big I screamed.

The thud as we hit the floor knocked the wind out of me, and that huge climax left me disoriented. I lay and blinked at the ceiling for a few minutes when a huge dark THING came into my line of sight. He mounted me, one knee on either side of my chest, then gripped my wrists and held them out and pinned to the floor. I opened my mouth with the intention of telling the bastard there was no way I’d suck his fucking cock, but somehow the nerve endings got the message wrong….and that huge shaft did a slow slide over my tongue as I gobbled at it.

His eyes were still dark with fury, and he had some kind of “fuckingwhitecuntwhorebitch” monologue going on, but he fed me that huge pole very carefully, inching it carefully into my mouth. My tongue and lips wouldn’t stay still, and for some reason it became a point of honor for me to take it all. I was going to…well, I was just going to show him, that’s all. I sucked him deep into my throat, moaning vibrations against it, feeling it swell and throb, feeling his heavy balls on my chin. Damn, he had a load of cum in there. His grip on my wrists loosened as his eyes half-closed and his monologue drifted into moans and gasps. He fucked my mouth slowly, sensuously, muscles clenched to make it last as long as he could. I watched his face as he got closer and closer to exploding. Suddenly, his eyes flew open, he gripped his cock and withdrew it, stroking hard as he pumped his cum to my mouth. I held my mouth open for it, letting some of it splash on my face. He seemed to cum forever…long white spurts firing out of his ebony cannon.

He lowered himself carefully to the floor beside me, eyes closed. I ran my fingers through the cum on my face, then licked the fingers. Tasty. Very, very tasty. I took scraped up as much as I could and rubbed it all over my cunt. I was sitting on his face with a grip on his balls before he could react. When his reaction kicked in…it was a tongue thrust in my cunt, then biting and sucking on my swollen lips. He got every inch of my cunt with that tongue…except my clit. It was erotic torture, but I clenched my teeth and held on, refusing to let him know that I wanted him to suck my clit so much I was afraid it would shatter my body. He tormented me unmercifully until I leaned forward, tightened my grip on his balls and took the silky head of his half-hard cock between my teeth. His mouth immediately fastened around my clit…tongue, lips and teeth working together.

I fucked his face with everything I had. It was almost unbearable ecstasy. His cock had gone rock hard and I lost the grip with my teeth. I closed my eyes and repeatedly bumped the mushroom head with my forehead as I writhed and thrust my hot, juicy cunt against his face. I had to put both palms flat on the floor on either side of his hips to stay even slightly upright. My clit felt huge…as if my entire lower body had turned into one throbbing piece of erectile tissue. He growled something at me…I have no idea what…and the planet exploded, sending me spinning off into space.

My body was numb and my brain was shut down. After about a century, I opened my eyes. Eventually, what  I was staring at solidified. His handsome black face stared down at me, the dark eyes full of laughter. I realized I was wrapped in the gorgeous silver-gray suit jacket. After a little experimentation I realized that all my body parts were intact, and most were functioning. When I remembered what language I spoke, I looked up at him. “You realize, of course, that this means war.” He chuckled. “Surrender, pretty lady. I’ve conquered you.”

Now, you’d think a man his age would have been shoved to his hands and knees, had his ass spanked, his cheeks spread and his little pucker tongue fucked at least once in his life. Nope. My little pink tongue went where no tongue had gone before and you could almost see the brain cells pouring out his ears. He went into a fit of muscle spasms and helpless little “oh-oh-oh!” sounds as I worked my tongue between his mahogany cheeks. I cupped his balls and held them. Dark, hairy, swollen, heavy. I worked them between my fingers gently, then slid my fingers down  his cock. The tip was oozing precum all over the carpet. I traced the thick veins. He felt as if he had been carved from marble. 

I put a fingertip against his hole and tickled him. He made a sound that could have been a question. I gently inserted the tip of the finger. He made another sound, that pretty much indicated his question had been answered. Using my own cunt juices, his precum and spit, I worked my index finger all the way into his ass and fucked him gently. The strong, muscular dark body held completely under my power by one slender white index finger up his ass was intoxicating. “You are my fuckslave,” I said loudly. “My fucktoy. I can do anything I want to you.”

He gurgled at me, his ass thrusting back to take the finger deeper. I gently inserted a second finger, and fucked him harder. He was wild, the new sensation rushing through him like a drug. It’s always amused me that a man who quite confidently expects to pleasure a woman’s anus is stunned to discover his own anus a source of pleasure as well. It shoots that “men are logical” theory right in the…well…ass. I inserted a third finger and fucked him so hard my fist was punching his ass. “Fuckslave,” I growled. “Fucktoy. I’m gonna fuck your male black ass until you pour cum for me. This bitch is going to take your ass and OWN IT! Grab your cock and jerk-off, fuckslave!”

He nearly went over as one hand shot to his rod and started to stroke. I watched his shoulder muscles bunch from the force he used. He threw his head back, howling, desperately gasping for air. I tugged gently down on his balls with one hand as I pounded the hell out of his ass with the other. Somehow a fourth finger had slipped in, and I was a thumb away from fisting him. I watched my hand, fascinated. Wow, I thought.

He pumped his cock, near hysteria, slamming his hips back, muttering “fuckmefuckmefuckme” as one long stream of sound. Suddenly he went rigid, back arched, muscles frozen. I looked under him in time to see the Niagara Falls of cum release. Spurting and splashing everywhere. I pumped his ass until he just fell over, effectively jerking the hole away from the hand. He twitched a couple of times, looked at me with glazed eyes, then drifted off. I laid down next to him in a relatively cum free space of carpet and closed my eyes. I had no doubt we’d have a rematch, and I wanted to be rested up for it.

© Morgan Grayson 2005
All Rights Reserved

I had been stood up by a blind date I didn’t want to be on in the first place, so I didn’t know whether to be relieved or pissed. So…I decided to drink beer, stare at the bar’s TV, and treat myself to some beer nuts. I ended up staring over at a young lady at a table. There was no doubt about it. She was alone, apparently  had been stood up, and she was obviously relieved. Since she was also a  top quality brunette, I decided to wander over and learn how to have such a good attitude. I was also on my third beer and a serious case of “what the fuck” had set in.

I sat down at the table without an invitation and stared at her. I’d had a few good lines ready, but they flew out the window when I got close to her. Her eyes were huge, dark and sparkling. She had perfect skin, a little nose, a full mouth made for kissing, or cock sucking, depending. She fastened the eyes on me, and I realized there was a brain clicking away in there. Whoever had dumped this lady deserved to butt fuck himself. “Hello,” I said finally. She nodded politely, and murmured at me. I’d never been murmured at before, and my cock decided it liked it. A lot.

So…me, the hardon and the beer sat with her in sort of a comfy silence. I don’t know what she was thinking, but I was thinking about all the ways I’d like to fuck her. I’d start by crawling over on my hands and knees like a dog, putting my head in her lap and whimpering. Then I was quite willing to beg. I never got past that thought, because an asshole whose suit cost more than my car walked up and practically snapped his fingers at her. “Good, Janet,” he said. “You waited. Let’s go. We’ve already missed the curtain.”

My fantasy lady turned those awesome eyes to him. “Fuck off, asshole,” she said, quietly but clearly. “You treat me like shit. Go find somebody else to abuse.” He started some sort of patronizing windup, but I stood. He looked at me. I was a good three inches taller, about 35 pounds heavier, and thanks to my shitty taste in clothes, looked like a dangerous drunk. He turned and walked away without a word. I sat back down.

Janet was amused. “My knight in shining denim,” she said. Her voice made sure I knew it was a genuine compliment, with thanks. I wondered if I could do the eye thing, too, and stared at her, daring her to see inside at what I was thinking. She looked at me, and her face changed. She knew, and liked what she knew. Her burners flamed on and I could feel the heat. I gave her one of her own demure smiles. “Janet,” I said softly, “if you could do it any way you wanted, how would it be?”

She actually thought about it for a few seconds. “Kind of nasty. Wild. Decadent,” she said. “I’m sick to death of men who care more about what kind of wine we’re having with dinner than whether or not I get off.” I drained my beer, stood up, grabbed her by the wrist and  pulled her to her feet. I crushed her against me and kissed her, tonguing her mouth and letting my hands do their thing on her ass. She ground her hips against my hardon and moaned. The bar wasn’t too crowded, but their was enough of an audience to turn her on. We put on a good show, groping the hell out of each other; slow dancing to music that wasn’t there; and generally letting one and all know that we were going to fuck each other mindless. I capped the routine by scooping her up and tossing her over my shoulder and carrying her out of there.

My shit car was parked in a dark corner. I laid her down on the hood, and stripped off her panties and hose, put her legs over my shoulders and started in on her sweet snatch. Once her cunt got over the shock, her clit stood up like a tiny hardon and her hot hole gushed at me. I lapped it up, then sucked her clit like a fiend. She started out moaning like a lady, but ended up screaming “shit, that’s GREAT!! EAT ME!!” until it rang off the buildings. Three college age kids stayed back, but watched, their pants around their knees as they jacked off. When she started to cum it was like a fire engine going by. Loud enough to stop traffic. The kids watching shot cum all over the parking lot. I yanked her to sitting position, and stripped off all her clothes. She sat naked on my car hood, then leaped, wrapping arms and legs around me so she could suck my tongue and grind her cunt against me. I carried her to the door, tossed all her things in the back seat, and put my hot, naked beauty in the passenger seat. I took off my shirt and gave it to her, to prevent too many observers from having a good time.

I got in and started to drive. She put on my shirt and pulled it around her but didn’t button it. She was hotter than hell, and didn’t give too much of a damn who knew. She went to her knees on the seat immediately, tight little butt out the window, face in my lap. She got my pants open and my cock out and started to suck. It was the kind of slow, dreamy suck that is so perfect to start out with…especially if you’re trying to drive. I drove around for a while, rubbing her back, letting the world see her perfect ass and know she was sucking my cock, but my balls let me know it was time to pull over. I found a large, empty dark place with a lot of trees. I think it was a public park, but I was in no state to care. I pulled the car in, off the road and half into a clump of bushes. It was as much privacy as I felt like we needed.

By the time I managed to pull myself out of the car, my pants and I had parted company. She carefully tossed my wallet and keys in the glove box. That was when I decided she was gonna set the pussy cum record. I grabbed her by the back of the hair and dragged her out of the car. I stood her up and shook her gently. “Mine,” I growled at her. “My hot little cunt.” I thought her eyes would roll back in her head. I hoisted her back up on the hood, and the leftover heat of the engine felt good on her back. She wiggled and purred. This time when I put her legs over my shoulder, my mouth went for her tight pink asshole. I tongue fucked that sweet hole, then took my fingers and got them all juicy. I grabbed her clit and jacked it off as I ate her ass. She fucking exploded. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear her clit spurted cum all over. This time she was silent, eyes wide, mouth open and working but soundless. I’d say she lifted a good 6 inches up off the car when she came.

I got my water bottle out of the car, sat her up and put it to her mouth. “Drink up for Daddy,” I said. She fastened on the bottle and gulped. Anybody who had gushed that much juice needed a refill. I had a drink and tossed it back into the car. She looked at me expectantly. She wasn’t firing on all cylinders anymore, but shit, she looked up for anything. I grabbed the back of her hair again, which she really seemed to dig, and pulled her face close. “Suck my fucking cock, bitch. Suck it good, and I might just get you off again.”

She kind of oozed down off the car hood to her knees on the soft grass. She started out by kissing my feet, something I never in my whole life had scraped together the guts to ask for, and my cock had throbbed out lots of precum by the time her mouth made it all the way up my legs. She put her hands behind her back and looked up at me. “May I suck it, Master?” she said. She had a “deal with THAT, big boy!” gleam in her eye. I put a hand on the car to keep from toppling right over. “I order you to suck it, bitch,” I said, in the voice of a virgin 14 year old. She opened her mouth and started licking and nibbling the swollen head, then licked and sucked until she was taking most of the damn thing all the way in her hot mouth. There are men who care more about wine than this??? Shit.

Both cock and power-mad ego swelled to twice their usual size. I put my hands behind my back to prevent fucking out the back of her head, then pumped at her letting her mouth decide how deep to take it. I also started to talk. Loud. Very loud. I started with “suck my fucking cock, you fucking cunt whore slave,” and then I think I may have gotten a bit nasty. She sucked me like a demented vacuum had formed, and my balls swelled. I’d drifted into incoherent unconnected ramblings, so she didn’t get much of a verbal warning that I was going to cum like a volcano in her mouth. I started to spurt helplessly, howling like an animal as wave after wave of orgasm slammed though me.  She took herself a good swallow, then leaned back and let it spurt all over her. I got her face, her chest, both full tits and her hair. She rubbed my cum all over herself. I went over on my back like a felled tree.

I felt the water bottle pushed against my lips and drank gratefully as my cum coated beauty nursed me back to consciousness. Finally, the planet stopped spinning. I looked up at her tight ass as she walked back to the car to put the water bottle away. This means war, I thought happily. “Hey, bitch,” I snarled at her. “Get me your fucking pantyhose.” She came padding back holding the hose. She knelt in front of me, bowed and handed them over. Now all I had to do was think of something to do with them. I managed to get to my feet, somehow, and grabbed her hair and dragged her to the base of the tree. I laid her down, and trussed all four limbs together like a calf at a rodeo. She threw herself into the helpless virgin role with enthusiasm, writhing and begging me not to do those “dirty things.” Cool, I thought, and settled my face on her cunt to do some really dirty things. Her hot pussy remembered me fondly, and started to pour juice as I breathed on her. I began nipping at her lips, gently at first, then harder. I tongue fucked her hole, then slid in a finger and got it coated. The finger worked into her tight asshole. I finger fucked her ass, watching her pussy twitch, her clit coming out to find me.  I attached my mouth to her swollen clit and sucked hard as my finger thrust deep in her ass. She came fast the first time, still locked in her helpless virgin role. I kept sucking, with two fingers fucking her ass, and she came again, this time howling “Fuck me!!!” at the top of her lungs. The third time was accompanied by agonized pleading for me to stop, she couldn’t take anymore. When she tried to crack my skull with her heel I figured she was serious.

I untied her, and carried her to the car. She kept trying to say something to me, but all that came out was “goo.” I think she probably meant “good.” I put her in the car wrapped in my shirt, put on my pants and took her to my place. I carried her inside, put her in a hot tub, and made us something to eat. We ate, then slept for a while curled together. When we woke up, we had some straight-up fucking. Very hot, but slow and gentle. And when we go out to dinner, she picks the wine.

© Morgan Grayson 2005
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I deflowered the college student that I’d hired to install my home computer and I haven’t thought of much else but my HOT young stud since I took his precious cherry. Donna demanded I tell her the story repeatedly, and I swear each time she hears it she gets hotter! She drifts back into her room, where she takes out her huge cock-shaped dildo and fucks the hell out of her hot cunt. I gave her a hand last night. She had an attack of ass hunger that she couldn’t fight off. We popped in a fuck flick that featured a gorgeous stud with a huge, thick, heavily veined tool that he used on about six hungry tushes. These ladies couldn’t get that huge pole in deep enough, and watching the stud bury the entire rosy length in those glistening, pearly upthrust asses drove Donna into a frenzy. She got on her hands and knees on the bed, facing the screen, and I used her cocktoy on her tight hole while she just howled “fuck my ass with that huge cock!!!” at the top of her lungs and EXPLODED with cum!  I was very curious to see how much she could take. So far, I don’t know. My arm gave out first!

On Monday, we managed to crash the computer again. The computer stud was so nice about it we invited him over for dinner on Friday. None of us had to work Saturday, so we figured that if it worked out that way, Donna and I could give Mike his first threesome all night long.  I invited him politely, but with the hint of a wicked smile that I could NOT keep off my face…and was gratified to see his cock spring to attention immediately. Damn…he got hot!! I tortured him happily with nasty e-mails, imagining the poor guy oozing precum in his pants for days. I took pity on him on Thursday morning and called him before dawn to come and fix a quite imaginary problem with my harddrive. He got about three feet inside the front door, looked at my face then ripped his pants open, and let out that huge, glistening cock, precum seeping from the swollen head. I reached down and cupped his balls. They were solid and heavy. Poor Mike was carrying quite a load of cum!

I LOVE nasty fantasies. Underneath my navy blue business suit was a black lace garter, stockings…and me. I stripped naked, and Mike’s eyes just bulged. “Damn!” he breathed. “Fuck damn!!!” I grinned at him and said “take a good look at this hungry body, and do me like I want it. Hot and nasty.” He had his hands and mouth on me in an instant, touching, rubbing, licking, sucking. He turned me around, bent me over the computer desk and ate my ass good. Then he couldn’t take anymore, gripped my hips and slammed that huge twitching cock in my pussy. He stroked deep and hard, gasping and moaning wildly. “Fuck me!” I demanded. “Fuck my hot cunt HARD! I want your hard fuckstick to explode cum in me! C’mon, my boytoy! Fill me! I want it to run down my legs!”

He pounded me, his heavy balls slamming into me, his fingers gripping, gasping, moaning incoherently. I came loud and hard, and the poor kid just lost it. He drove his fuckstick home and just let go, shooting the largest load of cum I’ve ever experienced. I felt the hot cream fill me, then overflow and run down my legs. Mike stayed hard, and kept fucking my creamy hole. I love that slapping, slurping sound, and thrust my hips back, eager for more. He fucked like a demon, driving his shaft into my cunt, hands locked tight on my hips. He pounded faster and faster, spraying the first load all over both of us. I grooved, reaching a hand underneath to rub his cum in my pussy hair and all over my stomach, then settling down to really work on my clit. I came repeatedly as Mike pounded faster and faster, finally delivering his second huge load of cum. I sucked his tongue affectionately for along time, then tidied a little, put on my clothes and a pair of panties. I went to work with a cunt full of his creamy love. He told me later that just thinking of me sitting in meetings with his load soaking through my panties made him hide in the restroom between classes and jerk off.

Donna, of course, had to hear the story three times, and have another session with her big plastic lover. She wanted it over the computer desk with me pumping from behind…until my damned arm gave out again! I was so glad when Friday night finally came, so that poor Donna could have the real thing in her horny holes and my arm could take a break!

Mike showed up with wine and flowers, looking handsome as hell in the suit he’d worn for the occasion. Donna shook his hand, completely tongue-tied as her eyes feasted on his huge brown eyes, his silky skin, his tight hard body, and that promising solid mass at the front of his trousers. We had a lovely dinner (Donna and I actually can cook!) and then sat to relax and listen to some classic rock. The wine was fantastic, and the three of us settled into a comfort zone that moved easily into erotic flirtation. Mike danced with each of us individually, then both of us together.

He stood, moving easily to the music, eyes closed, Donna in front of him, and me behind him. I ground my hips against his tight ass, and ran my hands up and down his chest, my lips nibbling gently on his neck. Donna pressed against him from the front, her lips on the other side of his neck, her hands moving up and down his sides. Mike stood with his eyes closed, swaying, drunk on the high of having his body worshipped by two older women. We undressed him slowly, as if unwrapping a present, enjoying the sensuous anticipation. Finally he stood naked, while Donna and I were still dressed. I ran my hands over the smooth silk of his back, feeling his muscles, then down to his tight round ass. I love Mike’s ass, so tight, so firm, so responsive. I knelt behind him and covered his ass with kisses, sliding my tongue up and down his crack. He spread his feet with a small moan. I teased closer and closer to his pink pucker. Donna moved back and put on a strip show for him.

I glanced around him at one point. His cock was so hard and swollen it must have hurt. Donna was on the floor, both legs spread up and wide, fucking herself with her cock-dildo as Mike watched. I grinned at Donna, then ate his ass. For a moment, he nearly lost his mind (and his load!) but he controled himself, breathed deeply then put his hands up on his head, like a worshipped god, and just let it happen. Finally, without one touch to his magnificent cock, it went off like a canon…power spurting cum all over Donna. Mike grunted in ecstasy as his load of cream covered Donna, who fucked herself to multiple orgasms.

It was my turn to put on a show for our hot young stud. I licked Mike’s cum off Donna, slowly and carefully, finally working my pussy around and mounting her head. She buried her face in my cunt and sucked my clit as I licked and nibbled at hers. Mike had never seen two women eat each other. “Wow,” he whispered softy. “Damn.” I grinned up at him, and gently spread Donna’ beautiful pussy open for him. “Want some?” I said, smiling. Mike grinned back, got down on the floor and lowered his mouth to her hot, sweet juicy cunt. He buried his face in her, licking, sucking, using tongue, lips and teeth on her. She went wild, and I got the benefit…she couldn’t suck MY clit fast and hard enough! I sat up and rode Donna’s mouth, squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples. Mike slid his huge cock into her cunt and fucked her, watching my show. The faster and harder he pumped his huge cock into her, the more furiously she ate my pussy. I came and came until I couldn’t stand it, and had to throw myself off that greedy mouth! Mike brought his thick tongue down immediately and tongue fucked Donna’s mouth, sucking up my taste as he kept up his thrusting.

I crawled around so that I could see that big pole slide in and out of her pink pussy. His balls were so tight and heavy and looked solid with cum. What an incredible sight that was! She wrapped her legs around him, and humped him hard, taking every inch of his tool in deep. I watched as his ass muscles tightened, and his hips moved faster. He pumped wickedly for a few seconds then drove it home. That incredible load of cum just flowed out of her tight, convulsing pussy. When he finally slowed to a stop, but kept his cock in Donna, I thrust my face forward so that I could lick up his cream. I licked both of them, then worked a cum covered finger into Donna’s ass. I fingered her to a big cum as he lay on her, kissing her and rubbing her big tits, the force of her orgasm vibrating through his semi-hard shaft.

I had whispered a secret fantasy to Donna one night. She remembered, kissed my mouth, got up and said “wait a sec. Gotta get some supplies.” Mike stroked his cock with his fingertips in anticpation. Donna came back with some rope, some stockings, and assorted other toys. She grinned at me, then leaned over and whispered in Mike’s ear. His eyes went wide for a second…and so did his cock. Without thinking he began to stroke harder. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Yeah.” He got up and flicked off the lights.

The both moved at once, grabbing me roughly and putting me on my back on the floor. In rapid minutes I was bound, gagged and blindfolded, then abruptly left in silence. My wrists were tied up and out and my ankles spread wide. I couldn’t see or speak, and my hot pussy gushed juice in anticipation. I heard them return, my clit tingling. A hand yanked the blindfold off, and I blinked and squinted to let my eyes adjust to the darkness.

I gasped with a thrill of arousal fear. All I saw before me were two dark, faceless forms. I couldn’t tell who was whom as they knelt in front of my feet. A deep, cruel voice growled “gonna take some pussy. Gonna take some ass.”  Gloved hands pawed at me, thrusting into my wet cunt, fingering my twitching asshole. I didn’t know whose hand was doing what, and the arousal fear increased as my body began to buck and struggle against the ropes. I heard whispering, no words, then suddenly felt a mouth on my pussy…biting and sucking my hard clit. Gloved fingers pinched my nipples, hard…grabbed and pulled at my pussy lips…thrust in and out of my cunt, and stabbed into my asshole.

Suddenly one of the figures loomed over me, a black stocking completely hiding identity. The rush of arousal was incredible. The face came down, the stocking moved, and a hot, wet, tongue probed my ear, then bit on my neck, then moved down to suck my nipples to hard, bright red points. The pleasure/pain was exquisite! “Gonna make you love it, cunt,” a voice growled. “Gonna give you a taste of something you’ll never forget.” Rough denim scraped against my thighs…the sound of a metal zipper yanked hard…and a huge thick cock stabbed into my cunt. The figure bent over me, pumping the thick shaft in deep, faceless, dressed in black, grunting like a savage animal rutting me. I came immediately, my body exploding in the most powerful cum of my life…as I screamed for help, throwing myself completely into the fantasy.

A gloved hand came down hard on my mouth. I was effectively silenced, yet still screamed into the glove as the cock slipped out of my cunt and into my ass. I felt as if my pucker had been split open, and it was ecstasy. That huge fuckstick entered my ass, thrusting, thrusting, hard and rough, grunting, spraying me with sweat. Taken on the floor like an animal. I couldn’t stop cumming!

Denim legs appeared on either side of my face and another metal zipper yanked open. I saw the white gleam of oozing precum on the huge rosy mushroom. I opened my mouth in genuine astonishment as my mind attempted to deal with a SECOND huge cock! The figure bent forward and the dripping cock entered my mouth. I sucked it furiously, mindlessly as it slid deeper into my throat than I’d ever taken a cock! I couldn’t get it in deep enough! The heavy balls bounced off my chin. At the perfect moment, the huge cock in my mouth pulled out. The sound of a fast and furious jack-off…and the pumping and pumping and pumping of cum all over my face.

And…the cock in my ass exploded spurts of hot cream in me, and over flowed…still thrusting. The cock in my ass was real, too! I heard Donna’s chuckle from somewhere in the darkness. I came so big I passed out cold.

I had no idea that Mike had a twin. I had no idea that I hadn’t deflowered one hot young stud, I’d deflowered TWO. I had no idea that my dear roommate had planned a much better evening than I’d realized.

© Morgan Grayson 2005
All Rights Reserved

I’ve had my share of women.  I don’t say that to brag, just as sort of a preface for this story.

I’ve had hot women, who’d do just about anything in bed; even a few women who were a little off the charts sexually for me.  I’ve done more than my share contributing to the condom industry.

And then I met her.  Her name is Eileen, and she’s the Irish poster girl for Catholic school.  The nuns did quite a number on poor Eileen.  She wasn’t a virgin when I met her, but she was close.  Mine was the first cock she’d ever seen with the lights on.  She didn’t exactly recoil from it, but I think she had to stop herself.  She didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, and frankly…it hurts me to say this…was lousy in bed.  Oh, she was quite happy to lay there for me any time I asked.  I couldn’t bring myself to ask her to do anything…fun.  That I would consider fun, anyway.  I had no idea what she’d consider it because I never scraped together the balls to ask her.

And…I loved her with every bit of my heart.

My cock thought this was a very bad thing.

My head was functioning as referee in this battle of cock and heart, and thankfully, the big head was smart.  I could find a great lay anywhere.  How often had I found somebody that I loved?  Well, counting Eileen…that would be one.

I informed my cock that the decision had been made.  The cock was going to have rather uninspired sex for the rest of it’s life, and the rest of me was going to be happy.

My cock called me a bad name.

All right.  I’m getting fanciful.  But what comes next sort of needs a fanciful intro.

I went looking for the biggest diamond I could afford, something nice for Eileen to show all her Catholic school friends.  The jeweler spotted me for the sucker that I am, and sold me one I could hardly afford.  Nice ring, though.  I could picture it on her hand, flashing light, as she showed it off.  I could imagine her smile.  I pocketed the little velvet box, patting it occasionally to make sure it was there.  Didn’t want to lose the damned thing.

I’d made reservations at the best restaurant in town, requesting that a bottle of champagne be at the table when we got there.

Eileen was gorgeous, as usual, and big eyed when we entered the restaurant.  That was another thing I loved about her.  She appreciated everything I did for her.  Good quality in a woman, and one I’d rarely found.

I popped the cork on the champagne without spurting any - a skill that wasn’t easy for me to learn - and poured two glasses.

She looked at me.  I encouraged her with a smile.  She took a sip, then smiled as the bubbles got her nose.  She took another sip.  Then she downed it like a sailor on shore leave and held out her glass.  I blinked a couple of times, then refilled her glass.  She giggled - she’s not normally a giggler - and drank.  And drank.

I ordered while she kept diving to the bottom of her champagne glass.  I was grateful that I’d requested a booth in the back.  Eileen was getting just a little too cheerful.

I brought out my little velvet box.  I wanted to propose before she passed out and I had to carry her out of there.

There were tears, some of them Eileen’s, and I put the ring on her finger.  We were engaged.

My fiance gave me a brilliant smile, then oozed out of the booth under the table.

At first I thought she’d passed out, then I felt her hands on my thighs. She was under the table, between my legs, and I felt her hot breath on my crotch.

The waiter brought our salads.  I think I told him the lady was in the restroom.  I think he believed me.  Not sure.

She nibbled on my cock through my pants, her palms sliding on my thighs, then her hands went up to my belt.  She opened it, then pulled my zipper down.  By then my cock was stiff as a rod.  She pulled it free, and licked and lapped at the head.

I sat with my palms flat on the table, trying desperately not to look like a man whose fiance was under the table giving him head.  I probably looked like a man having a stroke.

She took the head in her mouth and sucked, one hand stroking the shaft, the other playing with my balls.  She worked up a good rhythm, so hard and fast that I had to put a hand down to prevent her from smacking her skull against the table. 

She moved herself so that her crotch was on my shoe.  I could feel the heat through the leather.  She began to rock on my foot, fucking herself agsainst my foot as she sucked my cock.

The shoe wasn’t good enough, so she grabbed it with one hand and pulled it off me, and suddenly I felt the wet heat of her pussy seeping through my sock.

My cock sort of stifled the groans coming from her.  I could feel her pussy twitch when she came…for the first time.  She sucked harder, gripping my balls so hard that she was holding back my orgasm.

I wanted to lift the tablecloth and ask her where she learned how to do that, but I couldn’t move.  I could barely breathe.  It was the best head I’d ever gotten, given with total enthusiasm and abandon.  She sucked fiercely, my cock coming very close to sliding right over her tongue into her throat.

She came again.  My sock was soaked with her hot pussy juices, and she kept riding my foot.

My hand was pinned against the table.  The glasses shook, the silverware clattered, and we were beginning to draw attention.

Luckily, the attention we got was from a couple of worldly looking men who gave me a thumbs up sign and smiled.  I smiled weakly back.

The waiter walked up to our table, a question mark on his face, then turned on his heel and walked away.

We were about as subtle as an earthquake and damned if that didn’t make the whole thing better for me.

Eileen fucked herself with my foot and sucked my cock like crazy, one hand pumping the shaft, the other fingering my balls, groaning her orgasms against my swollen head. I had no idea she was capable of multiple orgasms, and I doubt seriously that she knew that, either.  She was a machine.  An absolute fucking and sucking machine.

I used my free hand to make a tight fist, trying to delay the inevitable.  I wanted it to last forever.  I would have been content to keel over dead at that moment, to have it be my last memory of this earth.

Luckily, that fantasy didn’t come true.  I did run out of staying power, though, and clapped my free hand over my mouth as I shot long and hard into Eileen’s greedy mouth.  She sucked and swallowed, continuing to suck on my helpless cock until I gripped a fistful of her hair and pulled her off.

I got her back up into the booth.  She grinned at me, her eyes slightly unfocused.  Then she did indeed pass out cold and I had to carry her out the back door.

Eileen still tells people that she doesn’t drink, and in public, she doesn’t.  Alone with me, however, she has champagne.  And fucks and sucks like a maniac.

There’s a moral to all this, and it should be obvious, so I won’t insult anybody by attempting to explain it.

The only thing I’m worried about for my future is that my soon-to-be mother-in-law, who is a dear, has her heart set on having a champagne fountain for the wedding.  A great big champagne fountain, with lots of toasting and the usual wedding things.

I hope she’s prepared for what the white-gowned bride turns into if I can’t keep her away from the fountain. 

I hope I have the desire to keep her away from the fountain.

© Morgan Grayson 2005
All Rights Reserved

Fucking Darrell’s huge cock left me feeling totally fulfilled and exhausted for days. For a while there, I didn’t think I’d ever need to fuck again. But…it wasn’t very long at all before I started to get that ache between my legs again. I wanted more…lots more! My roommate Lisa understood, and handed me the phone, urging me to let my boyfriend know exactly how I felt. I left a hot, seductive message on Darrell’s answering machine, telling him to come over the next night for some serious screwing.

So naturally, the next morning, I got sent out of town on a business trip. (It was a great thing for my career, but it was a while before I appreciated that.)  I moved through a few meetings, saying and doing all the right things as it turned out, but feeling completely sorry for myself. All I could picture was Darrell showing up at my door with his huge hardon…and giving it to Lisa. Don’t get me wrong, I love Lisa to death, and I didn’t begrudge her the solid fucking she was going to get. I just wanted some myself. Back at my hotel, I ordered a bottle of wine and the porno channel and got out my vibrator. I’d make the best of it.

There was a polite knock at the door and a deep voice said “room service.” I opened the door and standing before me was an older man with silver streaked hair and dark eyes that seemed so deep, so cautious. When he spoke to me, his expression never changed. Politely neutral. “Your wine, ma’am,” he said. I stepped aside and gestured him in. He carried the wine to the table and I stared at him. He had perfect posture. Retired military? I wondered. An officer, perhaps? He turned and gave me a nod. “Anything else, ma’am?” he asked politely. I signed the check and gave him a very large tip in cash. “What time do you get off?” I asked with what I thought was my best bold smile, hand on hip, eyes looking him up and down. His expression never changed. “I’ll be able to get you something else from the bar or restaurant for another hour,” he said, his voice cool. He nodded and left.

Shit, I thought. Shit. Shit. Shit. He’d put me down, politely, but still DOWN. My self-pity level soared as I clicked on a fuck flick and poured some wine. I sat sipping the wine watching a frantic three-way fuck on the tube with the sound off. A chubby brunette was on her hands and knees, one big cock slamming her pussy and another sliding in and out of her bright red lipsticked mouth. Her huge tits bounced from the force. She looked as if she was as bored doing it as I was watching her. The two guys fucked like grinning idiots then pulled out their cocks and pumped cum all over her. I poured more wine.

The knock at the door made me jump. I walked to it quietly and peered through the peephole. It was the guy from room service. His jaw was set and he looked angry. His face seemed chiseled out of stone and even through the viewer he was so handsome I gasped. I opened the door and faced him. He stared at me, his eyes bright with emotion. I felt the fire that raged through him. Mr. Perfect-Politeness was PISSED. I didn’t understand and it reduced me to awkward trembling.  I stepped aside and he stalked in. He glanced in disgust at the television and clicked it off, then lifted my wineglass and drained it. He turned and glared at me. “You over tipped me,” he snapped. “You looked at me as if I was a pathetic old man. I neither need nor want your pity. I like my lowly little job and I have no apologies for anyone.”

I tried to fight the feeling that I had just been reduced to being a scolded little girl and failed. I trembled as I walked to him slowly. “You turned me on,” I whispered and forced myself to meet his eyes.  His facial muscles worked as an inner turmoil raged. Then he moved at me. I felt my feet leave the floor and the odd sensation of flying. I landed on the bed, gently, and he was on top of me, his tongue thrust deep into my mouth, his hands moving all over me and his huge, hard cock thrusting at me through his clothes. He held my wrists down and kissed me, his  mouth moving against mine, demanding, hungry…sucking my lips in, my tongue in, nipping gently. He slid his mouth to my neck and bit me, branding me, marking me…claiming me. His sexual hunger was fierce. When his mouth found the soft top of my right breast, he made a sound of pained relief. He sucked and bit at my flesh, until he yanked down my gown and found my hard nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and kept sucking. He put one hand on it, and I glanced down. The face was still carved from stone, the eyes angry, his mouth and teeth taking my nipple in a fevered, angry lust. I lay there helplessly as pleasure pain seared from my nipples down through my body to explode between my legs. He went back and forth between my nipples, feasting on me until his entire body lurched and he came in his pants. He lay on my chest, gasping, then slid down my body, tearing my gown off as he went.

He buried his face between my legs. He lapped at my hot, juicy cunt with a grunt and buried his fingertips in my thigh muscles to shove my knees up to give him more. I reached down and ran my fingertips through his silvered hair. He grunted at me again, a hungry, possessive sound. It made my hard clit twitch to hear it. He ate me like a fiend, sucking and nibbling and nipping. His teeth closed on my clit just enough to let me know he could do anything to me and make me love it. I came in his mouth, screaming. He sucked me viciously, driving my orgasm higher and higher. He let go a second before I passed out. I curled up in the fetal position, muscles spasming, shivering with cold, the room spinning. He covered me with a blanket. “Bad girl,” he whispered. “Very bad girl.”

I watched him through half-closed lids. He removed his clothes slowly and deliberately, folding them neatly and laying them across a chair. He got a tiny bottle of scotch out of the refrigerator, ripped the seal with strong fingers and downed it in one swallow. His expression never changed as he let the scotch burn through him. His body was muscular, the only indication of his age was the grey in his chest hair and the slight rounding of his stomach. I would have sworn that the cock that lunged away from his body at me was no more than twenty-one. I whimpered again as I looked at it…long, thick, coated with his cum, framed by solid, heavy balls that looked as if they held a dozen loads for me. He walked beside the bed, and put one knee on the mattress. His cockhead loomed in front of me, the demand unspoken yet unmistakable. I rose to him automatically, opening my mouth obediently as he slid his shaft in. I sucked him, sliding my tongue all over him, my lips tight around him, sliding up and down the powerful shaft, eyes fastened on his face. He reached over and flicked on the bedside lamp and adjusted the shade so that my face was in a spotlight. His eyes glittered as he watched me. “Yes,” he whispered. “Oh, yes.” He rubbed my face with his thumb, murmuring “good girl, good girl” over and over. I suckled him, letting the odd, submissive, helpless feeling float through me. I sucked his cockhead deep into my mouth until I felt it touch the top of my throat. I had never wanted to please a man as much as I wanted to please him. Only the engorged cock in my mouth prevented me from saying “I’m a good girl for you” in a voice I knew I wouldn’t have recognized. I saw his eyes widen as he read the thoughts in my mind. He gripped my hair and pulled my head back so that he could watch his cum pump into my open, greedy mouth. I swallowed most of it and let the rest drip all over my face.

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me across his lap. I lay across his lap, head down, my muscles slack as his palm moved across my ass. “Bad girl,” he murmured. “Bad, bad girl.” The first time his palm came down on my ass the flame shot through me. He spanked me thoroughly, one arm solid across my back. One part of my brain heard the words that poured helplessly out of my mouth in shock. I couldn’t believe the fantasy that he had unleashed in me. He moved me to my hands and knees on the bed, soothing me, telling me I was his good girl, then knelt behind me. He kissed his palm prints on my twitching ass, licking them, then gave me little love bites, moving so close to my ass crack that I was twitching with lust. I him to do something to me that had never been done before. I was only half aware that I was begging and moaning. He went slowly, edging closer and closer, until finally his tongue slide up and down my crack, going deeper and deeper until he tongued my hole. I groaned helplessly, shuddering. “Yes!” I breathed. “Oh, yes!”

He ATE my ass! Licking, sucking, thrusting, biting… mouth did everything to my hot hole. He slid his tongue down to my dripping cunt to lap, then back up to thrust his tongue back in my ass. I felt something hard push against my swollen pussy lips, and realized he’d found my vibrator. He pumped it in my cunt a few times, getting it coated with my cum juice, then pressed the tip against my hole. He flicked it on, and the vibrations titillated my asshole. I groaned and pushed my hips back, wanting the vibrator deep in my ass. He fed it to my hungry ass slowly. He’d push it in, then draw it out, then push it in. Finally, my ass was full of the exquisite sensation. “Good girl,” he whispered. “Good girls get toys to play with.”

He gripped his cock and rubbed the head against my rigid clit. I got off almost immediately. The vibrations moving through my ass and the hot precum from his silky cockhead were just too much to stand. I felt his cock against my pussy lips…then he entered me with a hard thrust. His abdomen shoved the vibrator deeper into my ass. I gasped, nearly falling over with shock. It felt suddenly as if he had two cocks, and was fucking both my holes at once! He gripped my hips and pumped with long, solid strokes. I knew he could feel the vibrator on his cock, and that really turned me on. I had never wanted to pleasure a man as much as I wanted to pleasure him. I shoved my ass back at him as hard as I could, whispering “oh, do it, do it more!” at him in a tiny, begging voice. His breathing became harsh and ragged at the sound, his strong hands holding me and moving me just the way he wanted me.

He FUCKED me, harder and harder, holding his orgasm back as he made me cum over and over again. The pleasure/pain was incredible, and I just kept reaching higher and higher peaks, worshipping the older man that had reduced me to helpless young virginity. He fucked me until I collapsed, then rolled me to my back, pulled out the vibrator…and stabbed his cock into my ass. I shrieked with the sudden sharp pain that turned immediately into the most intense pleasure. He gripped my ankles and held my legs up and apart as he stared down at his cock fucking my ass. “Take it, sweet girl. Make me feel good, my sweet, sweet girl,” he growled. “You like it when I do this to you, don’t you, my girl?” I wriggled helplessly as I became his initiated young sex slave, surrenduring completely to both fantasy and the relentless fucking of my ass. I had never felt my ass spread so wide open nor pounded this deep. His grip on my ankles tightened painfully as he pulled straight up on my ankles, lifting my ass off the bed, and ground his hips against me. I felt the hot, wet surge of his cum fill me and overflow my ass. He seemed to pump his seed forever. His cock stayed hard, and he kept fucking my cum filled ass. His eyes burned down at me as he continued his wicked, nasty fucking. I reached down and rubbed my clit, then took my other hand and pinched and pulled my left nipple. He watched me perform for him…then he watched me cum…and cum…then overflowed my ass with another load of cum.

Later, he put me in a hot tub full of bubbles and bathed me tenderly.

© Morgan Grayson 2005
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It’s always been a saying of mine that if something can go wrong, it will. Or, more precisely, if something can go wrong TO ME, it will. That Saturday was a case in point. I set the toaster on fire by asking it to deal with an English muffin; my mother called for her bi-monthly bitch session; the hot piece I’d been chasing told me how much she “liked me” and how glad she was that I was her “friend;” and the timing belt on my car snapped. I hadn’t gotten laid in so long I’d forgotten how. Much longer, and I’d forget why. I went for a walk. A long walk, in search of a short pier. What a found was a short lady in search of a set of keys.

She was stretched out flat in the grass of her front yard, skirt hiked up to the tops of firm, smooth thighs, toes kicking angrily in the dirt. I stood and admired the shape of her ass for a minute, before she whipped her head around and glared at me. “What the hell are you looking at?” she growled. I, too, was in a mood, so I snapped at her. “A fairly decent ass,” I said. “Not great, but probably fuckable.” She was on her feet in a second, drawn up to her full 5′1″, glaring at me. “Men are pigs,” she said, and we squared off for a nasty battle of words.

I’d tell you how the hell we ended up going from “men are pigs” to ripping the clothes off each other, but I’m still not quite certain. One minute she was a disagreeable bitch who came up to the middle of my chest, then I noticed the deep blue of her eyes, and the way her blonde hair bounced, and how full and kissable her mouth was. Then I noticed her hard nipples poking through her shirt. I assume she noticed my hard cock trying to climb out of my jeans. Then a lot of things happened, and we were on the floor of her living room, groping the hell out of each other.

I thought it was only decent that I ask her name before I popped her bra off. She said “Ellen” and popped it off herself. I took her nipple out of my mouth long enough to say “Kevin” when she finally got around to asking me. That was the extent of the verbal exchange.

Naked, she was a china doll, only no china doll was ever that soft and warm. Her tits were full and round, the nipples tiny and pink, and turned into quivering nubs as I sucked them. My hands went almost all the way around her waist, and her hips were slim and firm. She had tiny hands and feet, and slim legs. Between those legs was a downy bush the exact color of her hair. I could have picked her up with one hand. The little doll had the libido a high school football team.

We got naked fast, and she looked me up and down and seemed to like what she saw. She gave a half smile, kissed me hard, then dove face first into my lap. I rested back on my elbows and watched her head bob as she tried to get my entire cock into her mouth. Her hand tightened around the base and held the hard shaft still as she slid her lips up and down, using her tongue to make it nice and wet. She had her eyes closed, concentrating. I felt my throbbing cock go deeper and deeper, until finally I felt the top of her throat. I froze, unable to move. I’d never had a woman take me down her throat, but this little princess had a determination to do it. I dug the nails of both hands in my palm and hung on for dear life as every inch of my thick 8 inches disappeared into that pretty mouth. She took it all, her lips making it down to the base and tightening around it. It was the blowjob of a lifetime. She balanced on her hands, and used only her mouth to stroke up and down the length, the precum leaking head going down her throat.

I made the sound, the “alert the woman you’re going to cum big” sound, and she just looked up at me and arched an eyebrow, her head going down to take every inch. I must have shot my cum straight down her throat into her tummy. And kept cumming. I ended up flat on my back, pounding my fists against the floor and howling as I pulsed what felt like a quart of cum into her throat. Finally she sat up, and ran her tongue around her lips. I stared at her in disbelief, unable to talk. I laid back down and stared at the ceiling. My view was obstructed suddenly by the prettiest little pussy with the biggest hardest clit. I looked up at it, admiring it, then stuck out my tongue just as the pretty little pussy ground against my mouth.

I wrapped my forearms around her slim hips and held on to her as she rode me. I tongue fucked her pussy, nibbled on her lips, flicked my tongue against the rock-like clit. So much hot juice poured out of her I had to keep wiping my face against her thigh. She smelled so good, tasted so good, felt so good. I deliberately teased and tormented her until she started to grunt with frustration, then fastened my mouth on her clit and sucked her hard. She gushed cum at me as her clit throbbed in my mouth. I kept sucking, even harder. She pumped the little hips faster as I sucked, cumming again, with another gush of that sweet, sweet juice. I kept sucking and a little desperation crept into her moans. Her clit was too sensitive to take much more. However, I was raised a gentleman, and believed that the giver of the world’s finest blowjob deserved effort above and beyond the call of duty by the lucky son-of-a-bitch sucking her snatch. I got a finger nice and juicy and ran it around her asshole, just teasing her at first, until I felt that amazing clit grow to double its size between my lips. I eased my finger in at first, until her thrashing shoved her back to take all of it. Hard. I finger fucked her with deep, rapid thrusts as I used all the suction I could on the clit. She began to scream as she rode my mouth and finger harder and harder. She might have been screaming words, but I don’t think even she knew what they meant. She didn’t cum this time…she fucking exploded. There was a flood of sweet juice, and her clit seemed to throb back up into her body to get the hell away from my mouth. She collapsed on me, nearly breaking my nose and my finger and smacking her forehead against my once again hard cock.

She rolled off me and lay still. Finally she raised her head, rubbed her forehead and glared at me. “Watch it with that fucking thing, will you? You could put somebody’s eye out.” She got to her feet on the second attempt, and wandered a random route into the kitchen. She bumped and dropped a few things, then made it unsteadily back with two cans of beer. I had to open hers for her, then hold it steady as she drank. The beer revived her spirit and it showed in her eyes. The wicked gleam was back. She crushed the can and tossed it.

She swiveled on her butt, spread her legs and lay back. “OK, Mr. Clit-sucker, lets see how well you can fuck. And take it easy. I’m little.” I grinned down at her as I crawled over her body. “I know,” I said. “You’re practically an elf.” She gave me a look. “I meant…” she started. I put a finger gently on her lips. “I know what you mean,” I whispered. “I won’t hurt you.” I lowered myself to kiss her. Her arms came up around my neck and she returned the kiss, gently at first, then more passionately as the incredible pilot light inside her flamed. I rubbed her mound gently with my palm, until she responded with moving hips.

“Turn over,” I whispered. She turned pale. “You wouldn’t put it in my…” “No,” I said quickly. “I want to show you how I can fuck absolute hell out of you without hurting you. She looked at me, evaluating, then rolled over. I kissed her shoulder, then slid down and kissed her soft ass. “Spread your legs a little,” I said gently. She trusted me, and did. I gently inserted my oozing cock in between her swollen lips. “OK. Now close your legs. Put your thighs together.” She did as asked, and I showed her how my strokes could come hard fast and not hurt her. She buried her face in her arms for a minute and I stroked her rhythmically, waiting. Finally she turned to me, wiped away a tear, and smiled. “I’m about to do something I’ve always wanted to do,” she said, her voice quivering. I smiled at her. Her eyes glowed. “Fuck me,” she demanded. “Fuck me hard. Fuck me very, very hard.” I obliged, pounding my cock into her just the right amount, my pelvis bouncing off the soft cushion of her little ass.

It was my own personal best as far as endurance was concerned. I fucked the hell out of my horny little elf, coaxing one more big cum out of her before I shot so much cum into her it bounced back out, shooting down my thighs.

A whole lot of time later, I crawled around the yard on my hands and knees and found the damned keys.

© Morgan Grayson 2005
All Rights Reserved

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He was my best friend, and had been since we graduated college, so I couldn’t say no. Or strangle him, which was my fist idea. He had a date for the weekend with a hot little piece he’d been chasing for weeks, and his sister had notified him that she was unexpectedly coming to town. Feeling his kid sister would put a damper on the party he’d planned with Miss HotCunt, he palmed the sister off on me. Great. Not only was I not going out to party, I was going to baby-sit.

I’d only seen one pic of the kid, taken some years back. It was a black and white family group shot that made me realize my folks weren’t the dogs I’d thought they were. His people? Woofers. Especially the gawky little pig-tailed kid he called “Sis.” What the fuck, I thought. He’d done enough for me, and he never asked for anything. So, I made up the sofa bed, laid in a supply of food and rental tapes and waited for the little puppy to show.

The knock at the door came at 9:00 pm, about two hours late. I’d fallen asleep, so I got up, stumbled over and opened it. Staring at me was an enormous pair of green eyes. They blinked. I blinked. I focused and stared at her. Long, thick auburn hair. Milky white face. Little nose. Sensitive, full mouth. And on down to the thrusting tits, tiny waist, lush hips and legs that went all the way up. I made some kind of a sound. She stuck her hand out. “Mickie,” she said. “I’m Everett’s sister.” I stared at the hand, took it, and thought for a minute. “Brian,” I said finally. She gave a half smile. “May I come in?” she asked.

I collected myself and gestured her in, glancing down at the tight skirt and firm ass it contained as she walked past. I lifted her two suitcases, carried them in and stowed them by the couch. I couldn’t believe it. This was Ev’s little dog sister? How the fuck long ago was that picture taken? “Uh…can I get you something to eat or drink?” I asked. She gave the half smile again. “I’d love a beer, if you have one.” That was like asking a dog if it had fleas. I fetched a couple of cans out of the ‘fridge, popped hers open and handed it to her. I was just opening mine when she upended the can and poured it down her throat. I stared at her. I hadn’t seen anybody do that since college. Not to be outdone, I poured mine in, and thankfully, it went down. Three beers later we were sitting on the couch, laughing our asses off about nothing, getting along great. One beer later and she was taking off all of her clothes.

I stared at her as she did a nice bump and grind to the radio, shedding clothes, licking her lips, and running her hands over her body. When she was naked, she dropped to the floor, showed off her sweet curly bush, then started to finger herself. I sat on the couch holding an empty beer can as she started to get herself off, wiggling and gasping. Her cunt was gushing, and the clit between her fingers was huge and hard. My cock hurt like hell, but my ass stayed glued to the couch. No matter how tasty that pussy looked, and fuck, it looked tasty, it wasn’t worth a prison term.

Her back arched as she came. When the tremors stopped, she raised her head, grinned at me and licked her fingers clean. “You gonna make me do it all myself,” she asked smiling. “Or are you gonna give a lady a hand?” I swallowed hard. “You’ve had too much to drink,” I said. “And I’m 26. I’m an adult.” She grinned at me. “And I’m 18. What’s your point?”

I stared at the lush, ripe body, and the sweet face. If she was a day over 16, I’d suck my own cock. I pulled my eyes away from her and focused on the wall. I heard her get up, and prayed she wouldn’t come near me. I heard her rummage around, then the sweet cum-scented hand was in front of my face. I pulled my head away from that incredibly arousing smell, and looked at what she was holding. Her driver’s license and college ID’s. She took a really good picture now…and was legal.

I think I tackled her. I’m not sure. One minute I was on the couch, the next I was dumping that lush fuckable body on my bed. I ripped my shirt off, literally, and yanked my pants down, hopping around to get them off over my shoes, which I kicked across the room. She was on the bed, legs spread, fingering the thick wet clit. I tongued her mouth first, kissing her and stroking her hair. Then my mouth went to the nipples that grew to inch long buds as I sucked. She pinched the other nipple and rubbed my back with the other hand.

I licked my way down her body to the flat, tight belly. Shit, she had the cutest belly button I’d ever seen, and I told her so. She giggled, which made the huge nipples dance. I put her hands on her tits and made her squeeze as I tongue fucked her belly button. She loved it, showing me how she could massage her globes. I brushed my mouth against her wet bush and just inhaled. I’d never smelled anything that sweet. I could get drunk just on her juice.

I got between her legs and nuzzled her auburn curls, then slid my tongue in for a taste. Heaven. I liked at her, teasing her, until her legs went as wide as the could and I could fasten my lips on her clit. I flicked the throbbing clit a few times, again teasing her, until she begged me to suck it. That made me hotter, and she knew it, so she kept talking. She wanted to be sucked, she wanted to be nibbled, she wanted her pussy eaten, she wanted her cherry popped.

I raised my head. “Huh?” I asked. She blushed. “Last girl in the dorm to be a virgin. They make fun of me. I asked Ev if he had a friend he could really trust, who’d…help me out. Somebody that I didn’t have to be afraid of. Who’d fuck me good, but not…bad.”

My brain whirled. One, the pussy I was eating was cherry. Two, my best friend had chosen me to deflower his sister. Three, my best friend wasn’t going to shoot my balls off tomorrow. She smiled and blushed. “I had to have a couple of beers to relax, but I really like you. I want to do this.” I mumbled something about wanting to do it to and went face first into her snatch. I sucked her clit until she gushed cum all over my face and screamed her head off.

I went back to her mouth and gave her my tongue to suck, which she did with a vengeance. She also sucked my earlobes, the tip of my nose, all of my fingers, both my nipples, my belly button, and my balls, before she settled down to work on my cock. I just watched her go, her little round ass wagging with excitement. She’d never sucked a cock before, but her enthusiasm made up for her lack of skill. She also took instructions well. Soon she was astride my knee, fucking it with her cunt as she sucked my cock deep into her mouth, fondled my balls with one hand, and pumped the rod with the other. Her eyes went wide at the fist squirt of precum, and she settled down to some serious sucking to get more. I had both fists balled in the sheets to hold on, but I couldn’t. I shot hard into her mouth. She did what I had told her to do if that happened, and got her mouth out of the way. I continued to spurt into the air as she pumped me, long white streams of cum leaping up and splattering us both. “Wow,” she said, wide-eyed. “I didn’t know it made that much.”

I said a lot of things, none of which made any sense, until finally I managed “come sit on my face.” She happily scooted over and I showed her how to mount my mouth. That amazing clit entered my mouth like a tongue. I licked, sucked, nibbled, nipped and everything else I could think of as she howled with pleasure. Then, my shit somewhat back together, I flipped her on her belly and kissed and nibbled on her ass. She lay quiet, and I was about to stop, but suddenly her legs spread and she whispered “go ahead.” I licked up her crack slowly to make sure, then spread her soft cheeks and kissed her little pink hole. I tongue fucked her hole for all I was worth, stabbing it as deep as I could. She moaned helplessly. I spread some juice around with my tongue, then got my finger nice and slick and touched her gently. I pushed, very, very slowly, and her tiny blossom accepted me. The finger slid in, then out again. I picked up speed, finger fucking her hole until she was on her hands and knees, pushing her ass back at me, that sweet little mouth spouting more dirty words than I’d ever heard. I grinned and bit her ass as I withdrew my finger.

I flipped her over again, knelt between her legs and balanced on my hands. “Any last words, virgin?” I said, grinning. She grinned back. “Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me good.” I kissed her, trying for tenderness, ending up in uncontrolled lust. I put my swollen cockhead against her lips, using my hand to rub it gently up and down her lips. She moaned, and I showed her how to put her legs around me. I slid the head in gently, moving it around to make certain she was still wet and ready. She was gushing and hotter than anything I’d ever felt. I slid in until I felt resistance. “Goodbye, cherry,” I whispered, and thrust. She jumped when my cock opened her, then put her arms around me. “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fuck me good.”

I fucked her good. I fucked her hard. I fucked her repeatedly.

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