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I’d been in the bar chatting with this guy for about ten minutes when he reached over and worked his hand into my jeans. I watched as his eyes widened when he didn’t find the cock he wanted to wrap his hand around and the delight spread across his face as his fingers curled up and inside me. I let out a gasp when his thumb stroked against my little cock in painful slowly circles.

Leaning over, his lips almost touching my ear, he whispered, “I want to take you home and sit you down on my hard cock…..but my roommates are all there.”

My hand was rubbing the growing bulge in his jeans and my first orgasm hit me, “so what!” Breathy…cumming in his hand.

“They’ll pass you around …. you’ll take everyone of their cocks…” His torment of my cunt didn’t cease. “How….how many?” His grin was wicked, “I live in a frat….”

“I don’t care…I don’t care..I don’t care!” Cumming for him again, and it took him ten seconds to pull out of me and take my arm, pulling me off my barstool. “Then let’s go.”

your condom breaks

you feel a lump on your breast

your friends are ignoring you

you’re stranded on an island 

you got rejected by a crush

you get into a car accident

you got stung by a bee/wasp

you got fired from your job

you’re in an earthquake

your tattoo gets infected

your house is on fire

you’re lost in the woods

you get arrested abroad

you get robbed

your partner cheated on you

you’re on a ship that’s sinking

you fall into ice

you’re stuck in an elevator

you hit a deer with your car

you have food poisoning

your pet passed away

you fall off of a horse

you or your friend has alcohol poisoning

you have toxic shock syndrome

We all need Jesus. I hope this is okay!

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Cas is giving his sermon, and he’s doing a good job. He mostly tries not to think about how, just behind the curtains behind him, he has a naked Dean waiting for him, face down on his knees with his hands tied behind his back, ass high in the air and stuffed full with a thick, vibrating plug. Cas had anointed him with holy oils for a good half hour before he slid the plug in between those beautiful smooth cheeks.

The remote is in Cas’s pocket, and he turns up intensity whenever he leads the congregation in a hymn, because no one will hear if Dean accidentally lets out any of those lovely little noises.

It’s something different each week. Last Sunday, Dean was decked out in lingerie and tied to a chair with his legs spread as far open as possible, a ball gag in his mouth. The week before that, Cas had spanked him until he cried, raw and smarting, and then sent him to sit in the front row for the full hour long service.

And that one time at Christmas, when Dean had waited for him until the end of Midnight mass, dressed up in a tiny, fur tripped Mrs. Santa skirt and high heels, his legs locked into a spreader bar as he bent over a high wooden bench, his ass full of anal beads and clad in white lace that was soaking with the come Cas had put there earlier in the afternoon. Had anyone peeked into the back of the church, they would have seen Dean there, completely wrecked and ready for the taking.

Cas was always thinking up lovely new things for his boy, and no one ever suspected a thing. They didn’t know that as soon as Cas was done with this sermon and had talked to all the parishioners, that he would go behind that curtain and fuck Dean bare, right there in the church while wearing his priest’s uniform, and fill his dirty boy up with come.

If he thought about it too much, he had to stand in front of the pulpit, hiding the bulge in his trousers.

I’m debating on unlocking the door before he comes so he can just come up, but what’s more likely is me opening the door for him so he can grab my ass while I’m going up the stairs. We’re of course very cordial and polite. Until we get up the stairs. Maybe not even then. He grabs my throat and pushes me against the wall. He feels my tits as my body lights up. His hands roam and feels up my ass. His breath is in my ear as I’m practically panting, wanting him already. He turns me around and kisses my neck and bites it, I’m moaning and my hands are running through his hair and on his body.

We go to my room and he goes to wash his hands, etc. I’m sitting on the bed wating for him. He comes back. There are so many scenarios that could come from this, like him pulling down his pants and having me suck his dick, but this is about what I want. I want him to get on top of me and start kissing me, the pressure of his body pinning me down while his hands explore me, my nipples already hard as he pinches them and rolls them in his fingers, my waist being grabbed and pulled towards him, his hands running along my hips as over to my already wet pussy. He makes out with me roughly, rubbing my clit over my panties. I’m squirming and grinding my hips, my hands grabbing at his shirt, I’m hardly able to cope with everything going on already.

He pulls my shirt off and takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it and making my back arch. He’s wrapped an arm around my waist, not letting me move, but it doesn’t stop me from trying. He rubs my clit again and I buck against him, unable to control my reactions.

He pulls off my panties, still fully clothed, and starts eating me out. His arms are wrapped around my thighs. My clit is sensitive and my pussy is already so wet. It feels so fucking good. My hands are grabbing his hair while I sigh, finally getting some relief.

He doesn’t do it for long, and stands up to take off his clothes quickly. He gets back to eating me out, this time his hand on his dick, getting it hard (like it isn’t already). It isn’t long before he comes back up and kneels close to me, his dick hard and ready to be sucked. I suck his dick and hear him moan. I fucking love it. I deepthroat him and try and lick his balls. His hands are on the back of my head, holding my hair back while he enjoys this.

Eventually he’s had enough for now and gets back on top of me, rubbing my clit. He fingers me and exclaims, “fuck, you’re so tight. I love it,” as I moan against him. He positions himself between my legs and rubs his dick against my clit, teasing me. I’m desperate to get fucked, and he can tell by my squirming and moaning. “Tell me to fuck you,” he says, teasing me and pushing his cock inside me so slowly, just teasing the entrance. “PLEASE, fuck me hard, sir,” I say, in need of his cock filling me up.

He finally puts himself inside me and starts fucking me hard. I’m beside myself, he feels so good and I’m so fucking turned on I just squeeze against him. He watches my face as he fucks me, my face is in pure ecstasy, eyes shut, mouth open, eyebrows curled together.

Already I’m moaning and gasping for breath and he doesn’t hold back. He grabs my throat and growls as he fucks me harder, my breath slowly goes out of me and he’s still holding on. I can barely handle it so I grab his hand and pull him slightly, and he backs off. He feels so good inside me. I’ve missed his cock so much.

He pulls out of me and grabs my hair, pulling me up, grabbing my hips and turning me. I get on my side and arch my back, letting him get the best position possible to fuck me in. He slides inside of me and fucks me hard. I’m moaning loudly and he puts his hand over my mouth and says “that’s right let it out.” I’m so turned on by that I’m just moaning into his hand while he fucks me hard. He keeps his hand on me and puts his other on my throat. I’m so wet it’s going all over my thighs.

He stops and pushes me on my stomach. I get up on my knees and put my face down, my favorite position. “Tell me you’re mine.” “I’m yours, Sir, please just fuck me.” “Beg for my cock.” “Please, I need your cock. I want your cock inside me filling me up. Please, Sir.” He starts fucking me so hard, my face is in the pillow as I’m screaming. It’s hitting my gspot perfectly, and I’ve wanted this for so long. He’s filling my pussy up perfectly and pounding me hard. He slaps my ass. “Harder,” I say, and he slaps it harder. I moan in pleasure. He’s getting close, I can tell. He’s fucking me harder and harder and it feels so good getting used. I hear him growl as he pounds away and cums in me. It feels so good. He pulls out and lies down next to me, panting. We snuggle for a little, talking. Fuck that was fun.

He starts rubbing my clit again, and I’m grinding against him again. I get my favorite toy (my pink bullet, it was surprisingly $5 off amazon and has lasted years!) and he starts fingering me. I’m using the toy and he’s rubbing my gspot and it feel so fucking good. He’s so good with his hands. He notices me getting tighter and encourages me. “Please may I cum?” “No,” he tells me, but doesn’t stop. I barely touch my clit as it’s so sensitive and I’m so fucking close. “Please, sir, please my I cum?” “No.” This goes on, me begging him to cum and him saying no, I’m not even touching my clit half the time because I’m so close to cumming. Eventually he takes out his fingers and puts his dick inside me. He holds it there. “Cum for me,” and I press my toy against my clit. I feel it get so tight around him and starts pulsing, he’s moaning and starts moving with the waves of my orgasm, making it even stronger. As he fucks me, he rubs my too sensitive clit. My hands rush down to stop him, but he grabs them with one hand. My mouth is open, I’m barely breathing as he continues torturing me. I’m so much tighter, and he feels so much bigger as he’s rubbing my clit. My back arches, but that only makes it easier for him to rub my clit. He keeps fucking me, watching my face, enjoying how tight he makes me. He fucks me hard and fast, and growls as he cums. I fucking love it.

More snuggling, and more talking. We’re enjoying each other’s bodies, holding each other. Eventually he gets the lube, and I get wet at the thought of what’s next. He rubs my clit and my pussy, pushing three fingers inside me. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He adds another finger and I’m moaning already, rubbing my clit. He tucks his thumb and pushes. I grab his wrist and say “slow.” “I know,” he says. He’s slowly pushing his hand in and out of me, but hasn’t gotten all of it inside yet, he’s waiting for my cue. I grab his wrist and slowly guide him to push further inside me, and I let go. My breathing shortens as he pushes his whole hand inside me. I feel so full. He squeezes his fist and I gasp. I’m not even rubbing my clit, I’m in so much pleasure from being filled I can barely take more from rubbing my clit. I get used to it and start rubbing my clit again. I guide him in and out of me, showing how to stretch me just how I like it without taking his hand fully out of me. I’m just taking it all in and sighing and moaning. He’s watching me closely as I feel another orgasm coming closer.

You get jumped one day while you’re out hunting. You’re so occupied watching out for raiders that you don’t notice the Mirelurk emerging from the water behind you. It’s a sloppy mistake. You’re distracted, the Mirelurk pops out of nowhere, and when you see two tons of mutated crab looming over you, you freeze. That’s all it takes.

All characters are at least 18+

Hustle and bustle ring through the workshop as elves race back and forth from their workstations, crafting toys with inhuman speed. It was the day before Christmas, and they needed to make sure there would be enough toys for all of the boys and girls.

Everything was going great. All of the elves were doing their best. All of them were working hard to contribute toys to the cause. All of them except for Candy.

The troublesome, red-headed elf giggles to herself with glee, her workstation littered with freshly made… toys. Toys that Santa wouldn’t want under anyone’s tree.

“Hee hee~… Look at this one…!” She whispers to the elf at the station beside her, waving the long, thick, wobbly toy in front of her face. The other elf laughs nervously, glancing around for the head elves… The sooner a supervisor caught her, the less chances of anything… unfortunate happening…

Candy was always a troublemaker. She just wasn’t like the other elves. Elves lived for Christmas, and they lived for Santa. That was their only purpose in life, contributing joy on Christmas Day and helping Santa carry out his important mission.

Not Candy though. Candy was always keen on taking toys she made home for herself. An idea completely foreign to elves. Elves existed to give, not to take. All Candy seemed interested in was… taking. Not that she didn’t love giving now and then too…

“N-noooooo~!” Candy’s poor coworker squeals, pinned to the floor with multiple toys poking out from between her legs. Long toys, wide toys, toys with bumps, and toys with ribs… Some of them even moved all on their own… No one made toys as well as Candy…

“Come on, we can still fit one more!” Candy insists, her next toy buzzing as she presses it to the poor elf’s tiny pussy, stretching it wider to fit more in.

A fill for #74-8:

Request for a guy who gets impregnated with eggs by a monster or insect or some other creature that then seals them in so he can’t remove them, intending to unseal his ass later. The guy runs away from the monster before he gives birth but can’t unseal his ass so he’s left stumbling down the street in labor with a huge belly trying to find the monster again so he can lay his eggs?

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Going exploring in the forest was not supposed to send up with him tangled in the ‘arms’ of some… creature. Then again, getting dumped by his girlfriend earlier wasn’t supposed to happen either. But life doesn’t go how you want it to, and that’s how he ends up wrapped up in solid tentacles.

He looks around with fear, the thick bluish-purple tentacles restrain his movements, lifting off the forest ground. A moment later the feels the tentacles slither under his clothes, brushing his warming skin and pulling of the fabric. In a second he finds himself stripped of his clothes and spread open. He protests and struggles attempting to pull his limbs away but they hold him strong and he barely budges.

A tentacle slides up his leg, winding loosely and inching its way up. He looks around feverishly breathing heavily and wide eyed. A tentacle slinks forward and wraps around his limp cock, it squeezes rhythmically and strokes him slowly. He bites back a moan and continues to struggle.

A such a sweet and ripe human you are. You will do just fine with my offspring.

He searches for the source of the voice but all you see a mass of moving tentacle, there isn’t even a central body. More tentacles wrap around him, each touching and teasing him. He realizes too late when a tentacle forces its way down his throat. He bites down in retaliation only to have it slam deep into him.

Now, now, we can’t have any of that. Breeders should be docile and submissive.

He cries out painfully, the tentacle in his mouth is relentless. Moving quick and hard, slamming against his throat and secreting a thick liquid. He swallows the warm and sweet liquid helplessly. He squirms and fights the tentacles but soon finds his limbs becoming weaker and weaker. His breathing is sharp and uneven around the large appendage occupying his mouth. He chokes and gasps for air through his nose. It continues to secrete the liquid, steady and unrelenting until his belly fills with it. It slows its movements to a soft rocking motion against his mouth.

The whines and whimpers, his body is flushed and warm. Each touch of the tentacles makes his cock twitch and leak. His jaw throbs and the contents of his stomach sways.

You’re ready now. Be a good little breeder, will you? My offspring need a warm home to incubate.

He attempts to fight the tentacle monster but it’s now use. His mind is foggy and he’s thoroughly aroused.

Without any warning, a thick tentacle surges forward, plunging into his hole. It enters him and begins to move, pumping in and out. He screams loud and thrashes in pain. The tentacles hold him still as the monster fucks him. Each thrust reaches deeper and deeper into his body, slamming forcefully into his hot, tight walls.

Whatever liquid he was forced to swallow makes him sensitive and weak and unable to resist the tentacles that violate his body. He unconsciously sucks at the appendage in his mouth. He starts to whine and whimper as the tentacle brushes his prostate, he writhes and responds to every touch.

Thin tendrils wrap around his nipples, pinching them tightly and pulling. They latch on tight, squeezing and pinching in ways that makes him lose his mind. He writhes to the best of his ability as more tentacles encase him. He feels one engulf his pulsing cock, sucking on it painfully hard. He comes in an instant, twitching and jerking as he sprays his come into the tentacle engulfing his cock.

The monster gives him no time, whispering praises into his mind as the tentacle in his ass thrusts faster. He begs for more silently, hoping the monster will hear him. He pants heavily as his ass is brutalized. A particularly thrust has him coming again. He falls limp into the hold of the tentacles as the one around his cock sucks up his seed.

He whimpers and pants for breath as the tentacle in his ass begins to move again. It moves slowly, pushing its way through his intestines burying deeper. He barely registers the tentacle widening, stretching his walls wide apart. It rocks in his body and he realizes what’s happening when something solid drops into his gut. He cries out as more and more plop into his guts.

Hard, round eggs pump through the tentacle and drop into his stomach. It doesn’t take long until his stomach is bulging out. He cries out around the tentacle in his mouth, it drips with the same liquid once again. He swallows it dutifully feeling his body grow hot again. His cock twitches to life again, dripping precome onto his growing stomach.

His stomach bloats and distends off his body, hanging heavily off his hips and weighing him down. The eggs don’t stop, they continue to stuff into his stomach. His body protests as his organs are displaced and forced aside for the tentacle monster’s eggs.

He comes again and again until the tentacle releases its last egg. It pulls out his ass with a wet squelch. He looks down to his belly, he looks pregnant and ready to burst. His abused hole twitches weakly, unable to close up.

Another tentacle surges forward and he whimpers in pain. His body is sensitive from overstimulation and multiple orgasms. It slips through his loose hole and presses into the eggs. It spills a hot liquid in his body, semen, and it gushes in his guts. It fills the guts of his stomach and forces his stomach to expand more. Pulling out, a third tentacle plunges into his hole and releases a thick liquid before pulling out.

He sobs and cries loudly, his body is used and deformed from the tentacle monster. It settles him on the ground and he groans, he’s so heavy and sore.

You have a few hours until they will hatch. I can’t wait to see you birth my offspring.

He hisses at the monster and sinks his hand into his stretched hole. The loose muscles easily makes way for his hand. He attempts to pull them out but his hand meets a solid object in his ass.

Ah… They always do that. I’ve released a thick plug into your colon, you won’t be able to take it out until the eggs are hatching.

He stares at the tentacles in shock. Scrambling to his feet the boy stumbles away weakly. He trips and falls to his knees but gets up. He braces himself on the trees as he stumbles away listening to the monster laugh and tease him in his mind.

He doesn’t know how much time passes but he finds himself in the outskirts of town. Naked and covered with come and some other secretion, he continues to limp into town. It takes what feels like hours until the grass fields turn into rows of buildings and house.

A jolt in his stomach startles him in shock. He stops and touches his stomach, it tenses and gurgles loudly. He gasps as his stomach in pain as the contents move around. Ripples form along his stomach as the eggs move around, almost ready to hatch.

He falls to his knees gripping his stomach in pain. He needs to get them out.

He finds him on his feet again, stumbling back into the forest holding his distended stomach. The voice fills his mind, laughing and cackling. He sobs and cries out begging the monster to let him give birth the eggs. The strain on his stomach grows stronger and more painful with every passing second. He wonders if his stomach will explode or burst.

Don’t worry, the shells aren’t hard anymore, they soften before my offspring hatch. They’re just waiting to come out now.

He begs more, tears running down his face and he writhes on the ground. They move feverishly in his stomach, the hatched ones thrashing and struggle to exit his body. He can feel them press against the inner walls of his stomach.

Alright, you can give birth now, since you asked me so nicely.

He gives a sob of relief as he feels the plug liquify and leak from his ass. He begins to push immediately and a few baby tentacles slip free from his body. The mess of tentacle come, soft eggshells, and tentacles drop from his hole. He gasps as they pass over his prostate, sending a wave of pleasure over his body.

He births the tentacles, each one making him moan and his cock twitch. The monster speaks in his mind as he gasps heavily. The tentacles fall from his wet hole onto the forest ground with a wet sound as it wiggles around.

By the time he finishes birthing them all, he is exhausted, lying limp on the ground spread out. His hole is mess, all stretched out and loose, wrecked from pushing out dozens of baby tentacles. His loins are soaked with tentacle come and his own as he gasps and moans weakly. He doesn’t know why but his body is plagued with pleasure. His cock continues to twitch and his body jerks uncontrollably as pleasure seemingly electrifies him.

Aah, there we go. You’re ready for the next round now.

He whimpers, another round? He can barely move his heavily limbs. The lets out a surprised cry as tentacles wrap around him once again, lifting him off the ground and spreading him wide open. He’s going to be impregnated again.

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Written by mzblackpoison (tumblr, twitter, and ao3).

I am a handsome man, or so they say, older than you are… wiser… more experienced. I want you. You are desirable in a way that is beyond mere sexual attraction. My need for is something more than biology. I had wanted you for so long. I had chosen you. You were going to be my prey… I planned to seduce you and make you mine. You had other ideas.

We had been chatting online and I manipulated you and the conversation so there was going to be only one real outcome. You were snared and you didn’t realise it. Your every thought contained me and all the filthy things you could imagine for us. You had sex on your mind. Our chat had been deliciously dirty. So much so that you had no problem pointing your camera down and giving me a show of you running your hand up your leg, into your skirt and rubbing your swollen, wet pussy through your panties. Electricity had flown through your body at the mere touch of your shaking hand. Your screen was showing me without a shirt, undoing my pants and pulling out my very hard cock, drops of pre-cum pouring from the tip of the engorged head.

You leaned against your chair, your already too short skirt riding up a little, giving anybody who may be looking a glance at your perfect ass. It was clear you wanted me as much as I wanted you, so tonight would be our night. I arrived at your place to see you waiting at the door. I stayed in the shadows. The minutes seemed like hours. You were impatient. You moaned your disapproval out loud at how long I was taking. Thoughts of my body, my movements, screamed through your head. You bit your lip and looked around, making sure you were alone. Pulling your skirt up a little more, you pushed your panties to the side and started to fuck yourself with two fingers. The sensations were outrageous as you masturbated yourself on your porch to a small orgasm. You straightened up and fixed your panties, your wetness was running down your thigh.

As you put your skirt down you felt a sharp tug on the back of your head, a hand wrapping itself in your hair. Simultaneously, a very sharp poke emanated on the right side of your spine.

A whisper in your ear, no more than a warm breath on your lobe very calmly and enigmatically said to you

“Breathe.” Your heart raced, your breaths came in short, shallow sequences. “If you scream, it will be the last thing anybody ever hears of you.” Your squeal got caught in your throat and you swallowed it, your eyes widened and sweat started to glisten on your brow and drip down to your glasses. The sharpness in your back moved to the right side of your neck. Looking at the reflection in the door window, you could just barely make out a very large knife “Now walk inside very calmly, if you try to look back your blood will paint the walls.”

You did as you were told. Your shaking hand grasped the doorknob and pulled open the door. Entering slowly, you felt the knife leave your neck. Your eyelids fluttered with a slight feeling of relief, but you dared not make it known. Although you had never been as frightened in your life as you were at that moment, you realised that you had also never been as soaking wet as you were. Your pussy was pouring; your clit was throbbing and felt as though it was on fire.

As you and your assailant walked into your house and into your living room, you heard him whisper “Don’t fucking move.” You stood as still as you possibly could, but the shaking in your legs was making it almost impossible to remain upright. Then you felt it.

A hand, warm and with long fingers grabbed your left ass cheek with such ferocity that you let out a small squeal. You weren’t sure if it was a squeal of fear or delight.

“Take off your shirt, Baby Girl.” The voice said to you. One of the fingers from the hand that had a firm hold of your tight, gorgeous bottom snaked in between your ass-cheeks and started to rub your asshole through your panties. Your shaking hands rose slowly to the top button of your shirt, undoing it slowly, then the second and the third. “RIP IT OFF!” The voice growled ferociously at you, the finger down below ever so slightly pushing into your ass. You jumped, grabbed both sides of your dress shirt and with what strength you had left you tore it off of your trembling body.

I said nothing. You could feel his eyes examining your shaking frame, tracing your spine and your bra straps.

He whispered again “Play with your tits for me, little one.” You closed your eyes, pushed your glasses back up to the bridge of your nose, breathed in heavily and ran your hands up to your gorgeous breasts. You felt him come closer. “Keep your eyes closed.” He said to you. You squeezed your eyes shut and clasped your hands over your barely contained tits. You had worn a bra that was a size too small in anticipation of your invited visitor. You were practically spilling out of it.

You felt his head beside yours; you imagined he was looking over your shoulder. As he came even closer, you felt his hand lift from the back of your skirt and the tip of his hard cock pressing in between your ass cheeks through his pants. You pushed your two beautiful mounds together, pinching your nipples through your bra. Your head fell back a little and a loud sigh escaped your lips. You pulled your black, sheer, lacy bra down below your tits and squeezed them so fucking tightly that it was painful, delectably painful.

“You’re doing an excellent job, Rachel.” He said to you. Your eyes shot open, your mouth was agape. You knew the voice.

As soon as you recognised who it was, your right hand shot down off your breast, to your side and behind you. You quickly took a firm grasp of my very big hardness and squeezed ever so tightly. You spun around so quickly that whisps of hair fell from your head and framed your angry, bloodshot face.

You used my cock to pull me towards you, and at the same time you punched me in the chest so hard that it almost knocked the wind out of me.

“Jeff, you scared the SHIT out of me!!” You screamed. You were furious. I stumbled backwards and the backs of my knees came into contact with the arm of the sofa. I fell onto my back on the long couch. You moved swiftly, jumping on me and pinning my shoulders down with your knees. You slapped me in the face repeatedly with tears streaming down your face. The violence was making my cheek more and more red with each loud *SMACK*.

You were about to throw me out. About to tell me to leave and to never come back, but just at that moment, you looked into my eyes. You saw what it was that first attracted you to me. The first time we exchanged glances, we each knew we wanted one another, and now when you looked into my eyes you suddenly remembered how incredibly wet this whole experience was making you. Instead of standing up, you dug your knees into my shoulders even more, making me grit my teeth and scream through them.

You grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head up “Spit on my tits!” You screamed at me. I did as I was told. Leaving big splashes of my saliva first on your right nipple, then on your left, my warm spit dripped down off of them and onto my shirt. You pushed my head back down and rubbed my deposit all over your chest, making your large tits glisten in the light from the lamp beside the couch.

My erection was throbbing against my pants. The bulge at my zipper felt like it was going to burst. Your head fell back and you moaned at the pleasure you were administering to yourself.

I felt my shirt get wetter. I also noticed a pleasant, warm sensation. I looked down and realised that as you were grasping and clawing at your gorgeous chest, you were pissing in the panties that matched your bra. I looked back up at you, your eyes were directly locked onto mine, looking into them, through them. You bit your lip, pinched your nipples fiercely and ground your crotch into the top of my chest, just below my neck, letting my shirt absorb the last bit of piss you had left.

You grabbed my throat and told me not to move. I nodded, letting you know I understood. You turned around; your knees still on my shoulders but you were now facing the other way. You ground your sopping wet panties into my face and said “Eat my pussy… god, eat my soaking pussy NOW!” You reached down and pulled your panties aside. As soon as you did, my tongue shot straight into your cunt. You screamed in pleasure, pushing your body down, trying to get my tongue as deep into your soaked hole as possible. I licked and sucked and nibbled at you like a madman. It was absolutely the most delicious pussy I had ever tasted.

As I tongue-fucked you, you looked down to see a massive bulge in the front of my pants. You leaned forward, and in doing so my arms became free. Your face was mere inches from my cloth-covered cock. I brought my newly freed hands up to your ass and ripped the soaked panties from your body. You squealed loudly and your hands flew to my pants. You hastily undid the button. You grabbed a hold of my zipper and tore it down. Since I had not worn underwear, my cock sprung out of my pants and slapped you on the lips. The head was bright red and was literally pouring with pre-seminal fluid. You rubbed your face along my cock, my stringy pre-cum was sticking to every surface it touched: your lips, your cheeks, your glasses. The musky smell of it hit your nostrils and your pussy literally poured delicious juices into my mouth. I lapped and sucked at every last drop.

You wrapped your right hand around the base of my cock, took a deep breath and pushed your face straight down my swollen member. Past your lips, your tongue, my cock slid into your throat. I moaned loudly in intense pleasure. I let my tongue slip out of your sopping wet pussy, moved up slightly and slid it swiftly into your tight little ass.

You screamed your approval around my cock and, wasting no time, fucked my cock with your warm mouth with reckless abandon. You pushed your face all the way down to your hand, gagged only slightly, and dragged your teeth along the shaft on your way back up. My cock was twitching with pleasure. Meanwhile, I had placed my left hand at the entrance to your gorgeous pussy, and without hesitation I slid three fingers into you, finger-fucking you like crazy as I tongued your gorgeous ass.

This drove you absolutely mad. Your body pushed against my fingers every time I pushed them forward. Every time you came up for air from deep throating me, more and more saliva would connect your lips to my cock and you would let out a guttural, animalistic growl.

I had had enough. I needed you. I had to fucking have you. I had waited long enough. On your next slide down my cock, I pushed my body upwards, stuffing my hard prick down your throat. You sputtered and coughed around it and quickly lifted your head upwards.

I took the opportunity while you were distracted to slide my legs out from under you. I was now kneeling on the couch behind you. I slid my pants down to my knees as I reached forward and took a handful of your hair. You screamed and moaned at the same time. It was the sexiest sound I had ever heard in my life. I pulled your head back, and at the same time, I pushed my fully engorged penis into your swollen, pouring-wet pussy and a finger into your spit-soaked ass.

The sounds that we made, oh fuck, the screaming, the moaning and the vulgarity were overwhelming. As soon as we were as one, as soon as we were fucking it felt as though the temperature in the room had risen by 20 degrees. There was fire between us. There was something there that both of us had expected, but neither of us had been prepared for.

“I love fucking your hot little cunt, little girl.” I said to you between breaths. “Fuck it! Let it milk that big fucking cock of yours!!” You screamed at me as I continued to bombard you doggy style.

I pummelled you. Your pussy would suck my cock in every time I would thrust towards you. You reached back, holding yourself up with one hand, and slid a second finger into your ass along with mine.

Your screams all of a sudden went quiet. You started breathing very heavily. I could feel your pussy contracting around my cock. It took all of my strength not to fill you with my sperm.

“Oh! Ohhh! OOOHHH!!! FFFUUCCK!!!” You screamed. Your pussy flooded, my cock and balls became soaked in your juices. You were cumming on me harder than you had ever cum in your life. I kept pumping you, fucking you. I pulled my finger out of your ass, grabbed you by both hips and pushed my cock as deep into your VERY tight pussy as it would go. You bit your arm and screamed. Your eyes started tearing. You felt as though the orgasm would never subside.

As it started to slow down, as the convulsions rocking your body became less frequent, you started to giggle and slid slowly off of my manhood. You laid on the couch on your stomach, waiting for the feeling to come back to your fingers, waiting for your breath to catch itself.

I stood and walked away, allowing you to rest up a little. You heard me walk to the kitchen. You heard the fridge door open and close. I returned with a cup of ice water for you.

You sat up on the couch and gulped the liquid as though your life absolutely depended on it. As you drank, I stood in front of you. You scanned my body and noticed I was still very fucking hard.

You got a ravenous look on your face. You took another mouthful of the icy water and let it pour from your lips down between your tits. You then pulled me closer to you, took those perfect tits into your hands and wrapped them around my throbbing member. The warmth of your huge chest and the coolness of the water made my legs almost buckle beneath me. You slid your tits up and down my cock, and every time you went down, you slid my cock-head into your mouth and sucked on it like a straw.

“I’m not going to last much longer, Baby Girl.” I exclaimed through clenched teeth. Your eyes met mine. You smiled a great big smile, opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. I took my cock from your chest and stuck it into your awaiting oral cavity. I then proceeded to fuck your mouth without any thought for your personal safety. I wrapped my hands around the back of your head and face-fucked you with great speed, every time I thrust forward, my cock would touch the back of your throat and you would choke a little. It felt incredible.

I pulled out of your mouth, you breathed a deep, life sustaining breath. When you looked up, you saw what you wanted. I was jerking myself off right in front of your face. I was making growling sounds from deep down in my chest. My brow was sweating beads and beads of sweat. You leaned back on the couch, pulled your skirt back and started playing with your clit.

It was too much for me, your dirty little show. My balls boiled, my cock expanded in my hand, I growled very fucking loudly and the first rope of cum sprayed forward. When you saw this, you immediately sat up, the first spray of hot jizz landing on your right cheek and glasses lens. The next few spurts were longer and had greater velocity, hitting your nose, your tongue, your forehead and your hair.

“FUCK!!” I screamed, as I pointed my cock downwards and let my sperm fly to your tits. I then pushed my throbbing manhood into your mouth and let the last couple of squirts pour down your throat.

When my orgasm finally passed, I pulled out of your mouth. Cum was dripping from your cheeks and your glasses and landing on your chest. I leaned down and cleaned your tits with my tongue. Meanwhile, you tilted your head back and swallowed the rest of what you had in your mouth.

I picked you up in my arms and carried you to the bathroom, as we walked you rubbed my cum into the skin on your face, throwing your glasses to the ground. When we got to the washroom, I laid you in the tub, still in your skirt and bra. I ran the water and filled the tub with a gloriously hot bath. I took off my shirt, lifted the toilet lid and you watched as I pissed. I turned once to let some splash on your tits.

When I finished, I joined you in the tub. I bathed you, washed you and held you.