Things that make me hard

So, how does a swinger celebrate their birthday...? Well, with their friends, of course. Just, my gifts are probably a little different from what you get. And by that, I mean a lot better.

We started off with a game of guess who, where blindfolded. My friends all came over and started to kiss me one by one. If I guessed who it was, they removed a piece of clothing. However, if I was wrong, they removed something from me.

At the end of the first round, I was nearly naked, but I didn’t care... I mean, maybe I guessed wrong on purpose. Try to prove it. After all, being naked is a lot more fun at these types of parties I’ve found, so I often do everything thing I can to get naked as fast as possible.

Round two was upon us, and I was still blindfolded. My husband led me to the sofa where I sat. He opened my legs, showing off my beautifully shaved pussy to all of my friends.

One by one they went down on me, eating me out, but stopping right before I got to cum.

With each one, my orgasm got closer, but was held at bay. It was so frustrating. But I also know the payoff would be huge.

With them all having tasted my goods, I told to guess who was who. However, my brain was shutting down. I just wanted release, so I guess as best I could.

A got two right, but three I got wrong. I had to take off the last of my clothes, and then I was given two toys, or my remaining wrong guesses. With those, I had to make myself cum in front of my friends, masturbating with each toy. It was an amazing orgasm, having been held on the edge for so long. When it burst forth, it was unlike any other I had in a long, long time.

My body shook as the orgasm came bursting through, finally getting its release. Each wave seemed stronger than the last until I saw stars despite being blindfolded.

Unable to take anymore, my body fell to the side, as my orgasm continued to ravish my body, until it finally faded away.

Only then could I remove my blindfold. My friends had surrounded me. They were all naked at this point, and ready to pounce on me. Was I up for another round? I sure hope so, because that’s how I want to celebrate my birthday!

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I had invited my two friends to come over before we headed out to a work function, but I told them to come a little early; I had something they might want to see.

I handed them all a cold beer as we headed out back. They both liked to drink, and half of it was gone before we had gotten through the sliding glass door.

Our yard out back was fully fenced in, with a tall privacy fence because my parents knew my stepbrother liked to sunbathe naked.

When I brought my friends out, there he was, lying in the lounge chair, completely naked, dick sticking up, with it already sporting a semi-.

I walked my friends right over to him. "Well, well, well," I said. "What do we have here?"

"Hey sis," he said, smiling at me. "Who's your friends," he said, as his cock stirred a little.

"That's step-sis," I reminded him. "This is what I have to live with," I said to my friends. "He says he's a nudist, but his cock gets hard every time he knows someone is watching…"

My friends giggled a little.

"What's wrong with being appreciated?" he said to them.

"Nothin'," I said. "Just be honest about it. You're a freak, and you should own it."

"Oh, like how," he said, with his cock now sticking straight up in the air.

Now, I had to admit, if he wasn't my step-brother, I might be interested in his not-so-little snake. But I was told he was strictly off-limits when our parents married. I guess they knew we'd both be freaks given their nature. I mean, my mom and step-dad met at a swingers' club… so what should they expect from me… I mean, us. We're just hornier than normal teenagers, which is saying something.

My friends, while they're not as freaky as me or my stepbrother, were taking notice.

"So what is he going to do with it?"

"Ask him," I told Amy.

"What would you like me to do with it," he said, gripping his dick and slowly stroking it. "Do you like to watch a guy stroke himself?"

"I've… I've never seen someone do it."

"So what normally happens when you see a dick?"

"My boyfriends always want to fuck me with it," she said, which was getting a laugh from everyone there.

"So, is that what you want from him?" I asked Amy.

"What about me?" asked Amanda.

"So you want to fuck him?"

"Well, I talked to Lily, his ex."

"Ah, Lily," my brother said, while stroking his dick.

"She said he had something more talented than his dick."

"I don't know Lilly," said Amy. "What did he do that is so talented?"

Amanda put two fingers to her lips, then spread them, and stuck her tongue out between them, making a licking motion.

"I thought you liked to do that," I teased her.

"I'm not against it," she said, "but I enjoy receiving even more than I enjoy giving."

"Who doesn't?" I replied, to the shock of Amanda, who didn't know that Lilly and I can find fun playing both sides of the field as they might say.

"I'd be happy to sit on his face while Amy watches him stroke his thing," Amanda suggested. "After all, I heard he goes down on girls on the first date, so why not on a non-date."

"Or this could be a first date," my step-bro suggested.

"Let's see how good that tongue is… maybe then I can see how much more I want."

"I've never heard anyone complain."

With that, I watched Amanda take off her shorts and panties, and work to climb on top of my stepbrother's face. She was facing away from him, making it easy to get into a 69 position if she wanted. I guess she wanted to watch him stroke as well.

"Faster," Amy said. "I want to see you work that dick.'

"I want you to work your tongue faster too, get in there, work it baby," Amanda said. "Show me Lilly was right."

My brother could only focus on one, or the other. He focused on Amanda first, and soon she was cumming for us all. I love watching her cum, having made her cum several times myself. I have to admit, watching her cum and grab her tits reminded me of some fun times we've had together. I wanted to be there, fingering her tight pussy as we kissed until she couldn't kiss any more as she was cumming so hard like I've done with her dozens of times before.

Instead, I just watched and moved my legs, feeling the pressure between them. It felt good to press them together like that, but anything is better than nothing.

Amy was watching, and I noticed she was rubbing herself as she watched my step-bro stroke himself until he shot his load high in the air.

"Oh wow," she said, impressed at the height of what he could reach when he shot his load. And then she couldn't help but stare as it landed on my brother, all over his belly and pelvic area.

"Oh, I'd like some of that," she said. I wasn't sure if she was talking about his dick, or his cum, or maybe both.

Amanda climbed off my step-brother. She looked at Amy, "Care to take a ride, I can tell you, he's quite talented with that tongue."

"Really?" 

I'm not sure what part she was questioning, but I gave her a little nudge, and she headed to him. My brother helped remove her short shorts. She wasn't wearing any panties, clearly planning for some fun later today.

My brother smiled at her well-trimmed pussy and pulled her closer to him. "Come on, I'd love to eat that sweet little pussy."

Amy was blushing. But she still swung her leg over my brother and let him lick her pussy. She was facing the opposite way Amanda did, looking down at my stepbrother's face. She wanted eye contact.

He reached up and grabbed her ass, holding her tight, then ran his hands under her shirt and up to her firm titties. She moaned as he explored her body while his tongue explored her pussy.

My friend was cumming on my brother's tongue, and he didn't let her up. She stopped. He seemed to know she had another orgasm or two left in her. I had always thought she was multiorgasmic, but never knew for sure.

Amanda stroked his cock until it was nice and hard. She had never put her shorts back on and was quick to mount my step-bro's cock. Now both of my friends were being pleasured by him, with all three of them finally cumming at the same time, but not before Amanda reached forward and grabbed Amy's tits as well. I think it was when she pinched her nipples that really set off the big orgasm.

"You know, just because there is a privacy fence doesn't mean that the neighbors can't hear us," I said after a very vocal Amy finished cumming.

She blushed a little, as did Amanda, although not nearly as much.

We grabbed our clothes and all headed inside. And while I'd like to say that we spent the rest of the afternoon taking turns with one another, my friends, having gotten to finish, were ready to head to the work party. Sure, it wouldn't be as much fun, but they felt like they had made it.

I kissed Amanda and ushered her and Amy to the front door. I let them get to the car while I went and picked up a few things we were actually supposed to bring to the party.

"Thanks for that," my stepbrother said.

"I thought you might like that… I mean, I owed you after you introduced me to a couple of your friends last night."

"Well, if that's the way you repay your debts, I've got a lot more friends," he said, smiling.

I walked over to him and cupped his balls in my hand, running it up and under the shaft that had just fucked my friend. "We'll see. You know I'm up for a lot of things. But at some point, you've got to get your own girls."

"Why should I when I have a wing girl like you," he said, laughing and heading back to his bedroom.

"Have fun," Tom mumbled, barely glancing up. "Tell the girls I said hi."

"Oh, I will," she lied, grabbing her purse and slipping out the door, her pulse already quickening with the thrill of what awaited.

There were no girls tonight—no wine, no chatter, just Mike. He stood two blocks away, leaning against his truck, his smirk cutting through the shadows. She slid into the passenger seat, and his hand found her thigh instantly. "Miss me?" he asked, voice low and teasing.

"Shut up and drive," she shot back, her grin matching his. The ride was silent, charged, his fingers inching higher until they reached his place.

Inside, the air was thick with leather and smoke. "You’re late," he said, shoving the door shut and pinning her against it, hands already tugging her dress up.

"Couldn’t get away fast enough," she replied, breathless, as he kissed her hard, all teeth and need. "Tom’s glued to the damn game."

"Good," Mike growled, dragging her to the bedroom. "More time for me to fuck you senseless." She laughed—a dark, eager sound—as he shoved her onto the bed. "You’re such a slut for me, Misty."

"Only for you," she purred, kicking off her heels as he stripped her panties down and tossed them aside. His mouth was on her in seconds, devouring her, his tongue relentless. She gripped his hair, moaning, "God, yes, right there," until her phone buzzed.

Tom’s name flashed on the screen. Mike smirked up at her, not stopping. "Answer it," he dared, voice muffled against her skin.

"You’re evil," she hissed, swiping to answer. "Hey, babe," she said, steady as she could manage.

"You having fun?" Tom asked, oblivious.

Mike’s tongue circled harder, and she bit her lip. "Yeah, so much fun. The girls are a riot." Her voice trembled slightly as heat surged through her. "How’s the game?"

"Boring without you," Tom said. "You sound out of breath."

"Just—fuck—just laughing too hard," she lied, stifling a gasp as she came, Mike’s mouth pushing her over the edge. He grinned, licking his lips as he climbed up her body.

"Love you," she said into the phone, hollow and quick, as Mike shed his jeans and pressed his thick cock against her.

"Love you too," Tom replied. "See you later."

"Yeah, later," she managed, ending the call and tossing the phone aside. Mike thrust in deep, and she cried out, "Fuck, yes!"

"No more pretending," he said, slamming into her. "Tell me how much you want it."

"More than anything," she gasped, clawing at his back. "Don’t stop." He didn’t—flipping her over, taking her from behind, her pleas of "Harder, Mike, please," filling the room. She came again, screaming his name, and he followed, groaning, "Take it all, Misty," as he spilled inside her, hot and claiming.

He wasn’t done. "On your back," he ordered, spreading her wide. "I want to see your face when you lose it." She obeyed, whimpering, "You’re gonna kill me," as he slid back in, slow and deep. "Good way to go," he shot back, fucking her until she shattered again, begging, "Mike, I can’t—oh God, I can," as another orgasm ripped through her. He came again, growling her name, his cum mixing with hers.

They went on like that—against the wall, her riding him, him bending her over the bed. "You’re mine," he’d say, and she’d moan, "Yes, yes, all yours," each time he finished inside her, each time she came undone. By the end, she was a trembling mess, his cum dripping down her thighs as he smirked, "See you next girls’ night."

"Count on it," she panted, pulling her dress back into place.

Hours later, Misty stumbled home, the taste of Mike still on her lips, the ache of him still between her legs. Tom was still on the couch, the game long over. "Hey, babe," he said, looking up. "Good night?"

"Amazing," she said, kicking off her heels. She climbed onto him, straddling his chest, her dress hiked up. "Missed you," she lied, voice sultry as she slid higher, positioning herself over his face.

"Missed you too," he mumbled, hands on her hips as she lowered herself. "You’re so wet already," he said, surprised, his tongue darting out. She smirked, knowing Mike’s cum was dripping into his mouth, mingling with her taste.

"Just couldn’t wait for you," she murmured, rocking against him as he ate her out, oblivious. She closed her eyes, picturing Mike, and let Tom finish what another man had started.

Part 2: The Next Lie, Loaded with Risk

A week later, Misty stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her tight black skirt and low-cut blouse. She’d skipped her pills this month—deliberately—her body humming with a dangerous thrill. “Another girls’ night,” she called to Tom, who was sprawled on the couch, scrolling his phone. “They’re begging for a repeat.”

“Don’t get too wild,” he said, not looking up. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” she replied, the words hollow as she slipped out, her pulse pounding with the reckless game she was playing. Mike waited in his truck, same spot, same smirk. She climbed in, and he grabbed her chin, kissing her hard, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth like a claim.

“Ready to get fucked stupid?” he asked, hand sliding up her skirt, fingers brushing her soaked panties.

“Been wet for you all day,” she said, spreading her legs as he yanked the fabric aside and shoved two fingers into her dripping cunt. She moaned, loud and shameless, as he pumped them deep, curling into her g-spot. “Fuck, Mike, drive—I need you to breed me tonight.”

His eyes darkened, a feral grin spreading. “No pills, huh? You want my cum to knock you up?” He slammed his fingers harder, her slick walls clenching. “Gonna fill that fertile little pussy ‘til it sticks.”

“Yes,” she gasped, hips bucking. “Put a baby in me.” He floored it to his place, her words igniting something primal.

Inside, the air reeked of leather and smoke. “You’re late,” he growled, slamming her against the wall, tearing her blouse open. Buttons scattered as her tits spilled out, nipples stiff, and he latched onto one, sucking and biting until she yelped, “Harder, fuck, mark me.” He did, leaving welts as he yanked her skirt up and ripped her panties off, the lace shredding in his hands.

“On your knees,” he ordered, unzipping his jeans. His cock sprang free—thick, veined, dripping precum—and she dropped, mouth watering. She took him deep, gagging as he gripped her hair and fucked her throat raw, spit drooling down her chin. “Choke on the dick that’s gonna breed you,” he grunted, thrusting until tears streamed, then pulling out to smear his slick tip over her swollen lips. “Bed. Need that pussy now.”

She stumbled to the bedroom, ass swaying, and he shoved her face-down onto the mattress, spreading her thighs wide. Her cunt glistened, pink and fertile, and he spat on it, rubbing the mess in before ramming his cock balls-deep in one savage thrust. “Fuck!” she screamed, the stretch searing as he pounded her, hips slapping her ass so hard it rippled. “You’re gonna rip me apart—breed me, Mike!”

“Gonna pump you full,” he snarled, gripping her hips and jackhammering into her sopping hole. Her juices squelched, dripping down her thighs, and she came fast, her cunt spasming, squirting as she sobbed, “Fill me up, make me yours!” He didn’t relent, fucking her through it until she was a quivering wreck, then flipped her onto her back.

“Look at me while I knock you up,” he demanded, spreading her legs so wide her hips creaked. Her pussy gaped, red and slick, begging for his seed, and he shoved back in, watching her face contort as he hit her cervix. “You’re my breeding slut now,” he said, slamming deep, her walls gripping him like a vice. She clawed his chest, babbling, “Yes, fuck a baby into me,” as another orgasm tore through her, her body shaking, pussy flooding around his cock.

He growled, “Here it comes,” and erupted, his thick load blasting into her, hot and relentless, flooding her womb. She moaned, “More, keep going,” and he did—pulling out to stroke himself, splattering her tits with a stray shot before plunging back in, still rock-hard. “Gonna make sure it takes,” he said, grinding his cum deep into her fertile cunt until she came again, screaming, “Breed me, Mike, fucking do it!”

They didn’t stop—him bending her over the dresser, her legs pinned behind her head on the floor, her riding him until her thighs burned and his cum oozed out in creamy rivers. “Every drop’s going in that womb,” he grunted, unloading inside her again, his cock pulsing as she begged, “Don’t waste it—fill me ‘til I’m pregnant.” He came three more times, each load thicker, messier, her pussy a swollen, cum-stuffed mess, dripping with the risk she craved. By the end, she was limp, voice raw from crying, “Ruin me, make me carry your kid.”

“Next time, you’ll be showing,” he said, slapping her ass as she dressed, his seed still leaking down her legs.

Misty staggered home, legs shaky, the weight of Mike’s cum heavy in her core. Tom was half-asleep on the couch. “Hey, babe,” he muttered, stirring as she kicked off her shoes. “Good night?”

“The best,” she said, climbing onto him, skirt hiked up. “Missed you so bad.” She straddled his face, her dripping, bred pussy hovering over his mouth. Mike’s thick, potent load seeped out, mixing with her slickness, and she smirked as she lowered herself.

“Christ, you’re soaked,” Tom said, voice muffled as he licked her, swallowing the creamy flood of another man’s seed. She ground down, his tongue lapping up Mike’s cum, and she moaned, “Eat it all, baby, taste how much I need you.” He sucked her clit, gulping down the evidence of her betrayal, and she came hard, shuddering as she imagined Mike’s baby already taking root.

“Love you,” Tom mumbled, lips shiny with her and Mike.

“Love you too,” she lied, her mind on the risk pulsing inside her.

Part 3: The Seed Takes Root

Three weeks later, Misty stood in the bathroom, staring at the faint pink line on the test strip. Her breath caught—proof, fragile but real, of Mike’s claim growing inside her. She hadn’t told him yet; the secret was hers to savor, a dark thrill pulsing through her veins. Her tits were sore, her hips felt wider already, and her pussy stayed wetter than ever, like her body knew it’d been conquered. Tonight, she’d see him again, let him fuck her knowing he’d won. “Girls’ night,” she called to Tom, who was nursing a beer in front of the TV. “Might be a late one.”

“Again?” Tom glanced up, frowning slightly. “You’re living for these lately. Love you.”

“Love you too,” she said, the lie smoother than ever as she slipped out, her tight dress hugging her subtly changing curves. Mike was in his truck, engine rumbling, and she climbed in, the air between them crackling. He grabbed her thigh, squeezing hard, his eyes narrowing. “You’re glowing,” he said, voice low. “It happened, didn’t it?”

She smirked, guiding his hand under her dress, pressing it to her bare, slick cunt. “Feel how wet I am for you. You bred me, Mike. I’m carrying your kid.”

His grin was feral, triumphant. “Fuck yes,” he growled, shoving two fingers into her, pumping fast and rough. “Knew I’d knock you up. Gonna fuck that pregnant pussy raw tonight—fill it again, just ‘cause I can.” She moaned, loud and needy, as he sped to his place, her body already begging for him.

Inside, he didn’t wait—ripping her dress clean off, the fabric tearing like paper. Her tits spilled out, fuller now, nipples dark and aching, and he groaned, “Look at these—made for my baby.” He sucked one hard, biting until she yelped, “Fuck, yes, harder,” then shoved her to the floor on all fours, yanking her ass up. Her pussy dripped, swollen and ripe, and he spat on it, smearing it with his fingers before unzipping. His cock jutted out—massive, throbbing, leaking—and he gripped it, staring at her. “This put a kid in you,” he said, voice thick with pride. “Now it’s gonna own you again.”

“Do it,” she begged, spreading wider, her cunt gaping for him. “Fuck your pregnant slut.” He slammed in, balls-deep in one brutal thrust, his cock stretching her so wide she screamed, “Yes, Mike, ruin me!” He pounded her mercilessly, hips crashing against her ass, her slick walls clenching as he grunted, “Gonna keep this womb mine—flood it ‘til you’re bursting.” Her juices soaked his cock, dripping to the floor, and she came fast, her pussy spasming, squirting as she sobbed, “Breed me more, I’m yours!”

He yanked her hair, pulling her head back. "You’re my broodmare now," he snarled, slamming deeper, hitting her cervix with every thrust. “Gonna fuck you ‘til you’re too round to move.” She clawed the carpet, babbling, “Yes, fill me, keep me full,” as another orgasm tore through her, her body shaking, cunt gushing around him. He roared, “Take my seed,” and erupted—hot, thick ropes blasting into her, so much it overflowed, running down her thighs in sticky streams. “That’s for my kid,” he panted, grinding it in, her pussy a sloppy, cum-stuffed mess.

He flipped her onto her back, pinning her legs wide, and shoved back in, his cock still hard, slick with their mess. “Look at this bred cunt,” he said, watching her stretch, cum oozing out with every thrust. “Mine forever now.” She moaned, “Fuck me ‘til I can’t walk,” and he did—ramming her so deep her belly ached, her tits bouncing, her voice raw from screaming, “More, Mike, claim me!” He came again, his load thicker, hotter, flooding her until it pooled beneath her, and she shuddered through another climax, her body a trembling, bred wreck.

They fucked for hours—him bending her over the couch, her riding him with her swollen tits in his face, him pinning her to the wall as she begged, “Don’t stop, keep owning me.” Each time he came, he growled, “For my baby,” pumping her full, her pussy dripping with his seed, her thighs coated in it. By the end, she was a quaking mess, cum leaking from her wrecked hole, her belly tight with the weight of him and the life he’d planted.

“You’re mine now, every inch,” he said, kissing her bruisingly as she dressed, his cum still seeping out, soaking her panties.

Misty stumbled home, legs shaky, her womb heavy with Mike’s victory. Tom was half-asleep, beer can tipped on the couch. “Hey, babe,” he mumbled, stirring as she kicked off her shoes. “Late one, huh?”

“Couldn’t tear myself away,” she purred, peeling off her dress and climbing onto him, straddling his chest. “Missed you so much.” Her dripping, bred cunt hovered over his face, Mike’s thick, fresh load oozing out, and she smirked as she lowered herself.

“Goddamn, I love how horny you are coming home from girls night,” Tom said, tongue diving in, lapping up the creamy flood—Mike’s seed, her betrayal, the proof of her new reality. She ground down hard, moaning, “Eat it all, baby, taste how much I need you,” as he sucked her clit, swallowing every drop of the cum that’d claimed her. She came hard, shuddering, picturing Mike’s grin, her hand on her stomach where his baby grew.

Tom’s hands slid up her thighs, his breath hot against her. “You’re so fucking horny tonight,” he muttered, licking his lips, still clueless. He shifted her down, fumbling with his pants, his cock springing free—hard, but smaller than Mike’s, less brutal. “Gotta have you,” he said, pulling her onto him.

She sank down, her pussy still slick and loose from Mike, his cum coating Tom’s cock as he thrust up into her. “Fuck, you’re wet,” Tom groaned, oblivious, slamming into her with eager, sloppy strokes. She felt Mike’s thick load slosh inside her, pushed deeper with every move, and she moaned, “Harder, baby, fuck me deep.” The thought—Tom driving Mike’s seed into her womb, sealing her fate—sent a dark thrill through her, her cunt clenching around him.

“Shit, you feel so good,” Tom panted, gripping her hips, pounding up into her messy, bred hole. Mike’s cum mixed with her slickness, dripping down his shaft, pooling at the base, and she smirked, riding him harder. “Give it to me,” she urged, picturing Mike’s smug face, knowing Tom was finishing what he’d started. She came again, her body shaking, her voice hoarse as she cried out, “Yes, yes,” while Tom grunted, unloading inside her—his cum mingling with Mike’s, a useless echo in her already-claimed womb.

“Love you,” Tom gasped, spent, his hands still on her hips.

“Love you too,” she lied, sliding off him, feeling the sticky mess of two men leaking from her, her fingers brushing her belly where Mike’s victory pulsed.

Part 4: The Secret Grows

A month had passed since Misty last saw Mike, and her body was shouting the truth. Her tits ached, heavy and spilling out of her bras, her nipples dark and sensitive. Her belly had a faint curve now, undeniable under her fingers, and her pussy stayed wet, hungry, like it craved the one who’d done this to her. She’d taken another test this morning—two bold lines staring back, no doubt left. Mike’s baby was real, thriving inside her, and she hadn’t told him—or Tom. The secret was hers to wield, a wicked power that made her pulse race.

Tonight, she’d see Mike again. “Girls’ night,” she called to Tom, who was hunched over his laptop in the living room, oblivious as ever. “They’re throwing a big one this time.”

“You’re unstoppable,” Tom said, barely glancing up. “Love you, babe. Be safe.”

“Love you too,” she purred, the lie silk-smooth as she slipped out, her tight skirt clinging to her hips, her top barely containing her swollen tits. Mike waited in his truck, his smirk sharper than ever. She climbed in, and he grabbed her, hand sliding straight to her belly, pressing against the subtle swell.

“Look at you,” he growled, eyes glinting. “Pregnant as fuck with my kid. Test say it yet?”

She pulled the stick from her purse, waving the positive lines in his face. “Right here. You bred me good, Mike.” Her voice was thick with triumph, and she spread her legs as his hand dove under her skirt, finding her soaked, pantyless cunt.

“Fuck, that’s my girl,” he said, shoving three fingers into her, pumping hard. “Gonna fuck this knocked-up pussy ‘til you scream—keep it full for my baby.” She moaned, loud and shameless, as he sped to his place, her body aching for him.

Inside, he tore her clothes off—skirt ripped down, top shredded, her pregnant tits bouncing free. “Goddamn, these are huge,” he groaned, grabbing them, squeezing until milk beaded at her nipples. He sucked one hard, biting as she yelped, “Yes, fuck, take it,” then shoved her onto the bed, ass up, her pussy dripping and swollen. He spat on it, smearing it with his thumb before unzipping. His cock sprang out—thick, veined, pulsing—and he stroked it, staring at her. “This made you mine,” he said, voice rough with possession. “Now it’s gonna fuck you pregnant all over again.”

“Do it,” she begged, arching her back, her cunt gaping, ripe with his victory. “Fuck your bred whore.” He slammed in, balls-deep in one savage thrust, his cock stretching her wide, hitting her womb where his baby grew. She screamed, “Mike, yes, ruin me!” He pounded her relentlessly, hips slamming her ass, her slick walls clenching as he grunted, “Gonna flood this pregnant cunt—keep you mine.” Her juices soaked him, dripping down her thighs, and she came fast, her pussy spasming, squirting as she sobbed, “Fill me, I’m yours forever!”

He yanked her hair, pulling her head back. “You’re my breeding bitch now,” he snarled, ramming deeper, his cock pulsing against her cervix. “Gonna fuck you ‘til you’re too big to hide it.” She clawed the sheets, babbling, “Yes, keep me full, make me yours,” as another orgasm ripped through her, her body shaking, cunt gushing around him. He roared, “Take it all,” and erupted—hot, thick ropes blasting into her, so much it overflowed, running down her legs in creamy rivers. "That’s for my kid," he panted, grinding it in, her pussy a sloppy, cum-stuffed mess.

He flipped her onto her back, pinning her legs wide, her swollen belly trembling as he shoved back in. “Look at this bred hole,” he said, watching her stretch, cum oozing out with every thrust. “Mine to fuck, mine to keep.” She moaned, “Fuck me ‘til I break,” and he did—ramming her deep, her tits leaking tiny drops of milk, her voice raw from screaming, “More, claim me!” He came again, his load thick and hot, flooding her until it pooled beneath her, and she shuddered through another climax, her body a quaking, bred wreck.

They fucked for hours—him bending her over the table, her riding him with her pregnant belly bouncing, him pinning her to the wall as she begged, “Don’t stop, own me.” Each time he came, he growled, “For my baby,” pumping her full, her pussy dripping with his seed, her thighs coated in it. By the end, she was a trembling mess, cum leaking from her wrecked hole, her womb tight with his claim.

“You’re mine ‘til it shows,” he said, kissing her hard as she dressed, his cum still seeping out, soaking her skirt.

Misty stumbled home, legs weak, her pregnant belly heavy with Mike’s seed. Tom was still up, laptop closed, sipping another beer. “Hey, babe,” he said, eyeing her disheveled state. “Rough night?”

“The best,” she purred, peeling off her skirt and climbing onto the couch, straddling his lap. “Missed you so much.” Her dripping, bred cunt hovered over his face, Mike’s thick, fresh load oozing out, and she smirked as she lowered herself.

“Jesus, you’re drenched,” Tom muttered, tongue diving in, lapping up the creamy flood—Mike’s seed, her secret, the proof of her cuckolding. She ground down, moaning, “Eat it, baby, taste me,” as he sucked her clit, swallowing every drop of the cum that’d made her a mother. She came hard, shuddering, her hand on her belly where Mike’s baby kicked faintly.

Tom pulled back, licking his lips, cock hard in his pants. “Fuck, you’re irresistible,” he said, unzipping and pulling her down onto him. She sank onto his shaft, her pussy still loose and slick from Mike, his cum coating Tom’s cock as he thrust up into her. “So wet for me,” he groaned, clueless, slamming into her messy, bred hole. She felt Mike’s thick load slosh inside, pushed deeper with every stroke, and she moaned, “Harder, fuck me deep, baby.”

“God, you feel amazing,” Tom panted, gripping her hips, pounding up into her. Mike’s cum mixed with her slickness, dripping down Tom’s balls, and she smirked, riding him harder. “Give it to me,” she urged, knowing Tom was driving Mike’s seed into her womb, cementing her betrayal. She came again, her body shaking, picturing Mike’s triumph as Tom grunted, unloading inside her—his cum a weak echo, lost in the flood of Mike’s claim.

“Love you,” Tom gasped, spent, his hands tracing her curves.

Wagon Wednesday

“I like your overalls! You look great!” Her spritely voice snaps the woman from her thoughts. “Oh… thank you…” It takes a moment to process. It’s been too long since she’s heard a compliment. “Tomato plants, huh? Great choice! I grow them every year and they’re soooo juicy.” The woman taps her card against the machine. “…my first time planting them. Kinda new to gardening.”

“Oooh, exciting! Please come back if you have any questions!” She lifts up the tray. “…Can I take those to your car for you?” The woman shakes her head. “Uh… no… I walked here but thank you.” Starting to shuffle away, she smiles at the kind shopkeeper. The girl winks. What a friendly young lady. Her spirits lifted; the woman returns home with her plants.

Over the next few weeks, she spends most of her free time in her backyard. Sitting in front of her planters, the woman pours water over the new additions. The tomato plant’s leaves turn yellow in the hot sun. The excitement and fun of gardening starts to leave as she struggles to keep the plants alive. Refilling her watering can, the woman thinks about the young girl’s offer.

“Hmmm, could be a lot of things.” Leaning in close, the shopkeeper looks at the photo of the tomato plants. Thier hands touch momentarily as she scrolls through the phone. “…you live close, right? Can I come over and see them?” The woman is slightly shocked. “Oh, I don’t want to inconvenience you…” The young girl squeezes the older woman’s arm. “It’s no trouble.”

The duo kneel in front of the garden boxes. The girl sticks a thin finger into the soil. Pulling it out, she shows the woman her damp, dirty finger. “Too wet.” She announces. “It’s hard to water them too much, but you’ve done it.” The woman sighs. “Can they be saved?” Wiping off her hand, the young gardener chuckles. “Yeah, they’ll be fine. Just don’t water them for a few days. It’s hot, they’ll dry out.”

They sit in the shade, laughing and drinking lemonade. The woman complains about her ex. The girl chatters about her own gardening mishaps. Relaxing, the woman feels young again, talking to her new friend. “This is so yummy.” She drinks the last of her lemonade with a refreshed gasp. “Want some more?” The host offers. Putting down her glass, the girl stretches out on the lawn chair. “Maybe later.”

They sit in silence for a while, enjoying the breeze. Closing her eyes, the woman rests for a moment.

“So, like… want to hook up?”

She keeps her eyes closed. A long exhale. “I’ve… thought about it…” A long silence. “…okay? Is that a yes…?” The woman puts a hand on her forehead and massages her temples. “You’re like twenty years younger than me.” Another long silence. “…how much have you thought about it…?” She cracks an eyelid, peering at the pretty little girl lying next to her. “…like every time I look at these fucking tomato plants…”

They laugh. The woman lets her hand slide down her face and cover her eyes. They lay there quietly. She feels a hand rest on her overalls. It rubs her thigh. She feels the young girl’s lips press into hers. A little peck. A longer kiss. The woman parts her lips and lets their tongues touch.

Pulling away for a moment, the girl stands over the blind woman. “Ugh… I shouldn’t do this.” The woman argues with herself. “Why not?” She hears shuffling. She can’t think of a reason. Finally, she opens her eyes. Her stomach leaps. The young gardener is fully naked, her lean body on display. They share a wicked grin. “Come on, let’s fuck.”

Her overalls drop to the deck. Their naked bodies press together. The older woman gasps as the pretty girl gropes her tits and nibbles on her neck. A few inches shorter, her thin frame feels tiny against the mature woman. A warm, wet sensation on her thigh. The young girl humps her leg, staring up at her with a flushed expression.

“Can I top?” The small girl’s hands work down to her pussy as she whispers into the woman’s ear. “Pwetty pweese?” Her slim fingers stroke at her clit. The older woman stifles a moan. “Uh, yeah…? Sorry, it’s been a while.” Sinking her teeth into the woman’s shoulder, the girl pushes her back down onto the lawn chair. “Mmmm… I’ll make sure to fuck you real good, then.”

The woman gets flustered as the young girl pushes her legs open and dives in. She tries not to shriek, lest the neighbours overhear. Wet slurping sounds float around the fenced-in yard as the girl sucks on her clit. The woman arches her back as two fingers push into her pussy, then a third. She rubs her with her thumb as her fingers stretch out her hole.

“Ah… oh…” The woman hangs onto the lawn chair for dear life. Full of energy, the little girl fucks her with her hand while she eggs her on. “You like that? You’re so wet. Been fantasizing about this, huh?” Her teasing comments make the woman contort. Springing upright, the girl pounces on top of the older woman, pressing her cunt into her face. Her head drops down to resume sucking on her clit as she grinds her hips.

“Come on, lick my young pussy. I know you want to.” Letting out another gasp, the woman buries her tongue in the little gardener’s hole. They eat each other out, taking short breaks for air and flirtatious comments before returning to their task. The woman gropes the girl’s toned ass. “I used to be as hot as you…” The girl rubs her pussy in her face. “You still are.”

Hopping up again, the young lady flips herself around, holding herself between the woman’s legs. She giggles and pushes their crotches together before starting to grind. “Unfh… you’re pretty spry…” The woman moves her hips slowly, trying to keep pace with the quick thrusting of the young girl. “Yeah! I’m full of beans! Especially when I’m horny…”

The young girl grips the woman’s wrists and pins them against the chair. “…and I’m always horny…” She grinds faster, fucking the older woman with her youthful vigor. They share a long kiss. The woman mumbles incoherently. Looking up at the beautiful girl on top of her, she feels her toes curl and her pussy tingle. She stares at her perky body as she cums from her touch.

The woman is exhausted by the time they finish. The young girl seems to get more energy after she cums. “Wanna go again?” She giggles, nuzzling against the heat stroked woman. “I’m spent, honey.” She sighs. The girl pouts. “Ookie… I’m gonna rub myself then…” She’s amazed as the young lady starts to masturbate. “You’re relentless.” The woman comments. “Always horny.” She replies with a shrug.

Green tomatoes hang from the vine. Pulling a few weeds from the planter box, the woman hears a bike skid to a stop behind her. “They look AMAZING!” Dropping her bike down on the lawn, the girl takes off her backpack and pounces on the older woman. She wraps her in an enthusiastic hug. “You’re such a good gardener!!!”

“Well, I had an excellent teacher.” The woman replies humbly. She kneels and picks off a few dead leaves. The girl keeps her hands on the older woman’s shoulders. They chat about the tomato plants. Her hands undo the straps of her overalls. The woman rests her hands on the side of the planter box.

“…I brought my strap.” The girl gives her chest a little squeeze. “Of course you did.” The woman looks up at the young lady.

Finishing her practice session, she wipes off her chin. The dildo is washed and put away. She goes out for groceries. Her handsome neighbour waves to her. Too shy to say hello, the girl gives him an awkward nod. Maybe one day. She walks past the sex shop where she got her toy. Someday soon. Returning home with the same food she buys every time, the girl watches a video as she eats. Playing with a fidget toy, she takes mental notes as the woman on the screen gives a sloppy blowjob.

Her lips hold tight on the head. Her hand strokes up and down the shaft. Holding out her tongue, she slaps it against her mouth. I wonder if a real guy would’ve cum by now. When she first started practicing, her jaw would get sore quickly. Now she’s confident that she could last long enough. I wonder what it would taste like. She pulls her lips off the cock with a satisfying pop. I think I’m ready.

The neighbour greets her with a friendly smile. The girl returns a dull stare and a nervous wave. Soon. I just need a little bit more practice. Today, she stops outside the sex shop. A deep breath and a flutter of her hands, and she steps inside. Approaching the woman at the counter, she asks to use the back room.

“Someone’ll be by soon. Have fun!” The door closes. Left alone in the tiny room, the girl surveys her surroundings. A TV for watching porn. A kneepad on the floor. A waist-high hole in the wall. She squirms with excitement. Time to see if her hours of practice have paid off. Tying her hair into a ponytail, she waits.

Faint noises. The girl leaps. She hears him clear his throat. The unbuckling of a belt. A relaxed sigh. A half-hard cock appears, popping through the through the gloryhole. Stepping closer, her heartbeat increases. It’s finally happening. She kneels. The stranger’s cock is inches from her face. Her fingers wrap around it. It’s warm. The cock starts to swell in her hand.

Just like in her favourite movies, the girl starts by stroking it. It gets harder as her grip tightens. She rubs it against her face. The man grunts. Her tongue works along the shaft. The man groans. I can’t wait any longer. The girl’s nose touches the wall as she thrusts the cock into her mouth. Fuck, it tastes good. She thinks. “Fuck, that feels good.” He moans.

The girl bobs her head, stroking everything as her lips work the cock. I need to slow down. Let it build. Back to licking the shaft, she can’t help but smack it against her face. Her tight grip quickens, pushing her thumb up under the tip. A droplet of precum appears. She greedily licks it up, letting her tongue press into the man’s foreskin. Forgetting to pace herself, the girl’s lips reach the base of his cock. The next drop of precum dribbles down her throat.

“Fuck me, you’re a good cocksucker.” His compliment fills her stomach with butterflies. She fills her cheeks with dick. The girl doesn’t reply. The stranger feels her thanking him by pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. Faster and faster, the man’s cock starts to twitch. His gasps become louder. Drool runs down her chin, dripping onto the kneepad. The girl’s eyes water as she facefucks herself.

The stranger lets out a long groan. Her nostrils flare, not letting go of her death-grip suction on his cock. It twitches in her throat. The girl swallows once. Pulling back slightly, her lips rest around the man’s head. Still cumming, his semen floods across her tongue. It tastes bitter, thick and sticky. Inhaling deeply, she savours the taste of her first load. Pushing forward, the girl keeps sucking.

His grunting sounds more sharp and violent. The mix of cum and spit makes bubbles, leaking out of her mouth as she bobs her head on his cock. Even as it softens slightly, the girl doesn’t let go. She doesn’t know when to stop. Cum drips onto the kneepad. “…oh, fuck…” The man mumbles. Picking up her pace, the man slowly starts to harden again. The girl listens to his sounds. As he approaches his second climax, she pops her sloppy mouth off his dick. His cum splatters across her grinning face.

Hours later, the shopkeeper knocks on the door. The store is closing. Wiping herself clean, she thanks the woman before scurrying off into the night. Arriving home, her hands flit around as she dances about her apartment. She stops in front of the dildo still stuck against her bedroom wall. The girl gives it a kiss and a giggle.

“I was starting to think you hated me, or something.” Sitting in her neighbour’s kitchen, the man boils water for tea. The girl blushes and avoids eye contact. “Sorry, I’m just really shy…” He fills the teapot as she puts her hair into a ponytail. Her neighbour fetches two mugs from the cupboard. When he turns around, the girl is kneeling in front of him. He exhales, carefully putting down the cups as she undoes his belt.

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“Hello, welcome! First time here, right?” The older man gently guides her inside and takes her jacket. She squeezes her thighs together when his hand brushes her shoulder. Craning her neck, the girl looks further into the house. A few other guests are visible through a doorway. She sees a woman in lingerie, a man wraps his arm around her waist.

“Have you ever been to an orgy before?” His soft voice makes her blush. The girl stares up at him as he leads her into the home. When he looks back, she glances down at the ground. “Uh… no… hope that’s okay…” She gulps, feeling embarrassed and strangely guilty. “Of course! It’s actually a bit quiet tonight, good for a newcomer. I’ll give you the tour and let you get settled.”

Entering into a large central room, her eyes widen. The crowd of a few dozen could be mistaken for a strange house party. People chatter and enjoy refreshments. The only hint is their dress. A man in only his underwear. A woman in a collar. Another in a see-through shirt. “People just chat here, get to know each other, find who they want to play with. Everyone’s very friendly. Let’s go a little further…”

One of the guests stops her host to ask a question. The girl watches a man click a leash onto the woman’s collar. She feels the host touch her arm and lets out a surprised squeak. “…I need to go take care of something, is it okay if my wife finishes your tour?” His calming voice soothes the nervous girl. “…your… wife…? Uh… oh. Yeah…?” He introduces her to the beautiful woman in the see-through shirt.

“I’m so excited for you! You’re going to have so much fun. The first time is something special.” His wife leads her down a hallway. The girl’s ears burn. Another large central room. The lighting is warm and low. Couches and beds are tastefully laid out around the room. “This is where most people have sex.” The woman explains casually. The girl watches the collared lady giving head. A blindfolded woman is spread out on a bed. Three men fondle a girl in the corner.

“Come sit, relax.” Her hostess eases into a couch and pats the seat next to her. The new girl stares at a couple standing in the middle of the room, fucking each other senseless. She lets herself exhale as she sinks into the couch. “It’s a lot, I know. Down there are the more private rooms, if you prefer…” The woman coos at the stunned girl. “If you want to do a CNC thing, we do ask that you keep it to one of those rooms.”

“You know, since it’s your first time – we want you to have fun. If there’s something in particular you want to do, someone who caught your eye, I’d be happy to arrange it for you.” The girl snaps her gaze away from the couple, to the woman, and down to the floor. “I dunno… feels like a weird thing to ask you for…?” She kicks her feet awkwardly.

“Nothing’s weird here, sweetie.”

The newcomer picks at her nails. She can’t look at the woman, or any of the other guests. Her face turns hot pink as she stares into the middle distance. The hostess waits patiently as the girl unties her tongue.

“Your… husband… seeeeems… uhhh… nice…” She feels like she’s about to die.

The woman laughs. “Of course! That’s why I married him.” A warm pat on the nervous girl’s thigh. “I’ll go find him.” The hostess stands and disappears into the writhing crowd. “Wait! Was it okay that I asked that? I don’t want to be any trouble!” She’s already gone. The girl sorts through her panic attack alone on the couch.

A few minutes go by. A young couple about her age passes by the flustered girl. “Wanna be our third?” The boy asks bluntly. She stares at them, terrified. “Uh… I’m waiting for someone…” The other young lady grins at her. “We’ll be in that private room over there if you’re free later.” She nods politely. The couple leads each other off to one of the rooms.

“Hello miss, settling in okay?” That soft voice makes her pussy tingle. Fawning, she gawks at her host. “Yeah… did your, uh, wife… talk to you…?” He chuckles and sits down on the couch next to her.

His lips press into hers. She feels his stubble scratch against her cheek. The girl moans into his neck as his hands stroke along her body. Bold and confident, he gropes her chest. “Yes, she told me you wanted to play.” The man answers finally. She’s still nervous. “Is that okay…? It’s not weird?” His hands grip her ass and pull her in close. “Nothing unusual about it, darling.”

Darling. She pounces on top of him, grinding her pussy against his crotch as she kisses the older man. He strips her as they kiss. The girl fumbles with his belt. Spying a bowl of condoms next to the couch, the newcomer crawls over to it to retrieve one. His fingers rub at her crotch. She picks out a condom as her panties get pulled down her legs. He kneels behind the bent over girl as she passes it to him.

“You’ll want to grab one of the purple ones.” The man explains politely, handing it back to her. Confused, she searches through the bowl. Her pussy drips. Reading the purple packaging, her head spins as she passes the large-sized condom to her host. The girl looks down between her legs as he stretches the latex over his thick, heavy cock.

“Want me to lick you f…” She cuts him off, spreading herself for him. “No, I’m wet. Put it in.” Like diving into cold water, the girl needs an end to the anticipation. A firm hand rests on her ribs. The other hand guides his cock into her tight hole. One good push, and he sinks inside of the whimpering girl.

Holding the kneeling young lady, the man gently rocks his hips back and forth. Each push in makes her twitch. Each pull out makes her moan. “I’ll go nice and slow… don’t worry…” His soothing voice whispers into her ear. “Noo…” The girl protests. “I can take it. I can take it. I can take it…” He holds her by her tits and pussy, keeping an easy pace as he stretches her out. “I don’t want to mess you up too early… I think you’ll be having a long night.”

The experienced man guides the girl. He holds her hips to keep her from bucking too fast. He spits on his fingers and rubs them on her pussy and his cock. He strokes her back and reminds her to breathe. She’s on the brink of cumming after only a short while. The girl opens her eyes, watching a man stroke his cock. She kisses her host as he ruts into her. Looking back at the masturbating man, it dawns on her.

He's jacking off to me. The girl’s toes curl. Her butt smacks against the older man’s hips. She grinds and moans and twitches as she cums on his cock. The sounds of her orgasm are lost in the crowd. Her face is lit up with a goofy grin. Looking up again, her voyeur is gone. A woman leans over the couch, looking down at her.

“Hi! You’re new here, right?” The woman’s friendly greeting wouldn’t be amiss at a barbeque or a block party. Her tone doesn’t acknowledge the massive cock pounding into the girl’s cunt. She gasps out a reply. “Yeah… ah… first orgy… never fucked like this before… ah…” The woman is warm and polite. “Welcome! Glad you’re having fun…” Her host’s pace quickens, his cock throbbing inside of her.

“If you’re interested, I’m trying to practice shibari… Can I tie you up when you have a moment?” The man isn’t so soft and gentle now. Close to cumming, he holds her hair and shoulder as he thrusts hard into the new girl. “Yes, fuck, yes, fuck, yes… oh god…” She whines. “Okay, come talk to me when you’re ready.” The girl can only nod and beg. “Yes, fuck, oh god, yes… I will…” The woman watches the couple cum together before leaving them to relax.

The man groans as he eases his cock out of her. She stares at him as he slips the full condom off. The girl can’t stop smiling. “So fucking hot…” She mumbles into the couch cushions. “Yeah, you did great… definitely going to get a lot of attention tonight.” He gives her a sweet kiss. Her hand rests on his thick, sticky cock.

“Gonna go get tied up now?” The host asks as he affectionately rubs her pussy. “Hmm… I think I wanna go do… something else, first.” The girl is slightly embarrassed again, coming down from her high. She wobbles slightly as she stands up. “Thanks for… breaking the ice…” He gives her a smack on the ass as he sends her on her way. “My pleasure, go have fun. I’ll put your clothes in a cubby.”

The naked girl weaves through the crowd. Finding the private rooms, she peeks inside. Four men hold down a woman. She play-fights as they cover her mouth and force themselves inside her. The girl makes a mental note for when she’s tied up later. Checking a few more rooms, her imagination runs wild. Finally, she finds what she was searching for.

Dakota's Story

"I was a cheerleader when I was in college. It was an away game on a Friday night about 40 minutes from our school. Shortly after the game ended one of the players on the other team approached me and asked me if I had a boyfriend? I said no. Girlfriend? Again I said no. How long before your bus leaves? I said about 20 minutes, why? He said follow me. I don't know why, but the excitement had me dripping. I ran after him and he opened up the equipment storage room. He locked the door behind me and pulled me in for a kiss. I could not stop myself, he was good looking, and I was extremely horny. I kissed him back as I felt his hands caress my ass. I didn't fight it, I actually enjoyed it.

There was a fold up chair in the corner so I told him to grab it and sit down. He did and I did a sexy strip tease for him removing every stitch of clothing other than my shoes. He told me I was gorgeous and I needed to come closer.

I did what I was told and he pulled down his jersey. He pulled out his hard cock and I found myself drooling. I wanted it, I wanted it bad. I first went over and got on my knees. I grabbed him and tried to slide that monster down my throat. It wouldn't fit down very far, it was very thick and I tried to do the best I could. He reminded me that we didn't have much time before the bus left. I took the hint and climbed on top of him. He looked at me and said are you sure, my answer was not in words, I slid down his pole, his thickness filling me. After my body adjusted to his I bounced up and down on top of his lap as he sucked on my nipple. I knew this wasnt going to last long as I was already dripping before I followed him to the shed.

He pulled my pony tail and told me that I felt incredible bouncing on his pole. I had to agree. I lifted off of him, I felt empty. I quickly turned to face away from him and slid him back inside of me. I loved the feel of his thickness stretching me wide. I started bouncing on him again, this time harder and faster, he grabbed my hair tightly and yanked back on my head. He grunted and filled my hunger with his come, which set me off and I came all over his pole. It was hot, I had to hurry but I got dressed and ran out of the shed just in time to get on the bus. I never knew his name, but I was filled with his come as I rode the bus back home. The bus ride seemed to take forever as I was leaking fluids onto the back seat the entire ride. I always imagined how many times he told his friends about the cock hungry cheerleader he met after the game."

I looked at Dakota and assessed the story, do I think it was true or false? I know that she used to be a cheerleader, so I circled true by Dakota's name hoping I was correct.

Craig's Story

Craig was next in line and I didn't expect to be as turned on as much as I was hearing Dakota recall her tryst. But I was determined to keep an open mind. Craig cleared his throat, took a good long drink of his beer and started his story.

"I was 22 when I had an experience that I never thought or dreamt of. Her name was Lisa, she was wilder than anyone I have ever been with. Our sex life was well, let's just call it extremely adventurous.

One night she said to me, 'I'm bored, let's go shopping.' I said okay and we hopped into the car. She told me to pull over into the parking lot and I told her, that's the porn shop, she told me that she realizes that. I figured we would get a toy or something, nope she had other ideas. She asked where the rooms were, and the guy behind the counter motioned towards the door next to the register. She grabbed my hand and pulled me down a dark hallway. The sign said room 3 and we opened the door and stepped in.

Once the door was shut, she pulled me in, there was a chair in the middle facing a TV, she pushed me down and she sat on my lap. I didn't know what I was in for. She turned the TV on and the woman was swallowing his meat. Shoving it in and out of her mouth. She told me it looks good, let's mimick whats on the screen! She opened my pants and fished for my tool. It was out of my underpowered and in her mouth in half a second. Because of the atmosphere, I was already hard and ready to please her.

That's when she noticed the little spots on the wall. Holes placed throughout the room, each one about 3 inches big. That's when Lisa told me, Ive always wanted to play at the glory hole. Ive heard if them before but never actually saw one and never anticipated using one. That's when I noticed it, a monster poking through the wall. I looked at Lisa and she had a wicked grin on her face.

She licked her lips, 'yummy' and got down on her knees in front of it. She grabbed it tightly and held it up to her lips, sticking her tongue out and sliding it around the guy's head. I could here him moan from the other side of the thin wall. She went crazy when she heard his moans. Up and down she went on his wood. She sucked, licked and worked him up good. She was removing her clothes as she never missed a lick on his powerful tool. It wasnt long before she was completely naked, I could see the excitement dripping down her leg.

If I am at all honest, watching her service some faceless guy was kind of turning me on and my pole was like steel. I slipped behind her and played with her wetness, my fingers quickly slick with her juices. She moaned around the guy's erection and I slid deep inside of her. She kept moaning as I started to pick up the pace behind her. I was pushing her into him and she would bounce back and forth between us.

My hands gripped her hips and I pulled her back onto me. It was long before she was begging both of us to fill her up. I could hear him just beyond the wall and even I could tell that he wasnt going to last much longer. I am not sure why, but that motivated me to pound harder into her. She moaned everytime I pushed deep and he moaned everytime her mouth went farther down his pole.

I was right on the edge as I plowed deep in and I filled her with all of my come. She moaned as she loved the feel of my pulsing pleasure stick as she called it. She was moaning as I felt her walls clench my weapon, milking me for every drop she could get. That is when I heard his grunt as he emptied his own into her mouth. She loved the feeling of having two different guys coming in both sides of her wanting body. She moaned as both men started to get soft. Apparently she wasn't fully satisfied yet. She noticed one of the other walls now had a black tool sticking out.

She looked at me and smiled, 'never had one before!' She went over to it and grabbed tightly, stroking it to full length. 'Can I see how far I can get that in my mouth?' She opened her lips and started to slide down, little by litte his rod disappeared down her throat. I have to admit I was a little impressed at her skill and more than a little horny by the show she was putting on. She got the thing pretty much down her throat as she started bobbing up and down. A deep voice echoed in my head, 'holy shit girl, your mouth is amazing.

That's when she pulled off of him, 'you should try my pussy!'

She looked at me for approval and I dont know what came over me, I found myself nodding and stroking my own pole. She smiled and turned around. I watched her eyes as she forced her body back towards the wall taking his pole inside of her. At first it was slow, then she bounced back and forth against the wall. She was screaming how incredible it felt to be full. He was moaning and screaming, 'take it baby, take it all!' I just stood there stroking myself as she climbed towards her second orgasm of the night.

All he had to do was stay in the wall and she did the rest. She built him up and she was right on the edge of exploding. That is when I went over to her, lifted her chin and blew my load in her face and chest. She screamed as she hit her orgasm and he grunted and said, holy shit, as her eyes opened wide. He was filling her up with his baby juice and she loved every last drop of it. My juices dripping off her chin and onto the floor.

She stood up and gathered her clothes, pulled her jeans and her shirt back on. She pushed her panties in her bag and we walked back towards the cash register. She told me that one of her favorite things was feeling his seed dripping down her legs the rest of the night. She looked at me, smiled and said, 'my new favorite store when Im bored.'

I was still reeling from everything, but I had to admit that I often thought about that night and it always led to me stroking myself until I exploded."

It was time to vote, did I think this really happened or did he read it in a story or something. I circled my vote and hoped I was 2 for 2!

Holly's Story

I looked around, Holly was next, I've always had a little crush on Holly, she was beautiful, highly sexual and loved to dress skimpy and show off her body. I was eager to hear her story.

I had to make it through Holly's story, then Nicole, then me, then Stephanie and then our host Steve had his shot to amaze or trick us with his lustful story. Once this game started, I was most interested in Holly's tale. I just knew her sexual life was way more exciting than everyone else's. I was already hard from the game so far and I knew Holly was going to have an amazing story.

She began her story and I was hanging on every word.

"So it was right after the divorce was final, I was in a bad way, horny as hell, moody and just plain didn't give a fuck for anyone. I prepared myself to get drunk and order a pizza, so I poured myself a shot and ordered early before I could see straight any longer.

'I have my driver there soon, thanks for calling.' The young kid on the phone said. About 3 shots later, I heard the doorbell ring. I rushed to go get my pizza and I was greeted by a handsome young man, maybe in his mid twenties. He told me his name was Shawn and how much I owed him. I instructed him to put the pizza in the kitchen and I'll get my wallet. I was wearing a sheer robe with nothing on underneath, I always had thay fantasy, but I never had the chance when I was married.

I grabbed my wallet and headed to the kitchen when I saw Shawn. He was well built, he clearly worked out, and he was staring at my body. I enjoy the attention and make sure that he knows that the tip is up to him. He looked at me confused. 'I can give you money or you can take what you feel that I owe you.'

He looked at my body again, sending shivers up my spine. He told me to turn around and as I did he grabbed my arms. He pushed me against the island in the kitchen and lifted my robe. My bare ass was on full display when he told me to bend over the counter. I did everything he said, I mean it was his tip, he earned it.

He dropped down to his knees and held my buttocks in his hands. He asked me to be sure if I was offering everything to him. I said yes, just take what you feel you've earned. He spread my cheeks open and stuck his tongue in the channel between them. I felt like I was going to come right then. But he took his time as I felt his tongue dip inside my backside. Ive never felt this before and my hands gripped the counter tightly.

His tongue probed my hole as I felt his fingers slide between my legs. Inch by inch his hands traveled up until I felt them slide in my wetness. There I was, his tongue in my ass and fingers poking in my pussy, I seriously was about to come just from that, but I told him that he could take whatever he wanted. So he stood up and pushed me against the counter and tear off my robe. I was naked and exposed and begging for him to fuck me.

He didn't waste time, he pulled his tool out and pushed it in my dripping wetness. He was not gentle, he forced himself inside, but it was exactly what I wanted. He took me, and I loved every second of it. He grabbed my hair and pulled back on my head so he could grab ahold of my tits. He pounded on me like it was in his job description, and I was so desperate, I came after a short time.

He told me he was about to come, where did I want it. I yelled at him, 'fucking fill me up with it.' A few more strokes and he did just that. When he came down from his explosion, he told me that he needed me to do something for him. Considering what he has done for me, I said, what is it? He said he needed to clean himself up before he went back on deliveries. So I got on my knees and took care of his needs. I may have really done well, because before he left he had also filled my throat full of his come.

On his way out the door he told me what days he works, I told him suddenly on those days Ill be having pizza. He laughed as I closed the door. I was still naked and dripping.

Ive been getting pizza at least twice a week for months now."

Holy shit, I thought to myself, that was hot and in my mind I was picturing her body laying over the counter getting fucked hard. I circled 'true' and took a big drink of my beer. Nicole was next and she looked over at me. She noticed the tent in my lap and whispered, "we'll take care of the tonight!"

Nichole's Turn

Nicole looked around at everyone before she began. Everyone was eager to hear another story and Im sure all of the guys were hard and all the women were wet. The tent tonight is going to be filled with moaning and grunting, I'm sure of it.

So Nicole cleared her throat and looked around, then she started her story. "I was 17 years old on an exchange program to Great Brittain when I met this guy, Cameron at a club. He came right over to me and said 'hey' and his accent made my legs go week and I was already starting to get wet. He told me that he and a few of his friends were hanging out in a booth in the corner, did I want to join them. I accepted and he took my hand and led me to the corner.

The corner was dark, and two guys were already seated at the table. He introduced me to Callum and Noah. I told them my name was Nicole and I was an exchange student from The U.S. they said hello and ordered me a drink. Back then bars didn't really care to card anyone and I noticed that I wasn't even the youngest person there drinking.

Noah seemed really interested in the exchange program and we talked for a while just him and I about it. Callum was really into the music of my country, asking what is popular and Cameron was more interested in me, what I do for fun, do I have a boyfriend type of stuff. It was a lot of fun talking to each one of them. But their accents were intoxicating, or maybe it was just the drinks they kept buying me, either way I was sitting in a puddle.

I was talking to Callum about his favorite music, I felt a hand on my leg. It pushed my skirt up and rested on my bare thigh. The heat from his hand traveled right up between my legs and I was putting in his hands. I'm not sure if it was the drinks or the accents, but I was eager to wherever this night was going to go.

Cameron kept his hand still on my bare thigh for a little bit and then it climbed a little higher. I was so turned on I was contemplating just grabbing his hand and putting where I needed to be. I think he sensed my condition and I felt his hands slide higher and higher up my thigh until it landed in the right spot. Oh man it felt amazing as his fingers slid up and and down my wetness. My hands gripped tightly to the cushion of my seat.

I about came when I felt Callum's hand up high on my bare thigh. I lived being the center of their attention and I was horny enough to do whatever they wanted. Their hands helped open my thighs as far as they would go. Their hands fought over who would enter me first. I'm not sure who won, but his fingers felt huge sliding between my lips. Whoever was pushing their fingers inside of me, the other started to play with my clit. I leaned back in the chair and enjoyed their work. I tried to muffled my moans as they worked me up.

My eyes were closed for the most part, enjoying the sensations of having the two guys bring me close. I opened my eyes and saw Noah, he was staring at me, watching the show. I locked on his eyes and he watched as his friends brought me over the edge and I forced myself to keep my eyes open. The lust in his eyes brought me over harder, and my body shook violently with my orgasm.

Callum brought his fingers up to my lips and presented them to me. Staring at Noah as I opened my lips and slid his fingers down my throat. They tasted amazing as I could taste my excitement. Between the fingers sliding down my throat and his eyes staring at me, I was about to come again. I really wanted to wait, go somewhere more private, and really have some fun.

Noah actually suggested we go get a room somewhere, and I nodded my agreement. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the booth. He led me out and Callum and Cam followed us. We got into the cab, Callum got in the front seat and Cam and Noah got on either side of me. I was still feeling the effects of the alcohol and the post orgasmic bliss. I was still horny, and as soon as the doors closed, I had my hands on the front of their pants. I could feel the size of Noah's cock, it was huge and already throbbing.

Cam's package was equally impressive, but not quite as thick as Noah. I stroked both of them over their pants, both of them played with my tits as they grew beneath my greedy hands. They told the driver to pull over at the nearest motorway lodge. A few minutes later we were walking into a room. It wasn't longer than a few minutes before I was naked and laying on the bed with six hands all over me. I reached for Noah's pants, I was eager to feel his tool between my lips. Both sets of my lips. I craved his hardness and I needed it badly.

His friends felt me up and removed their pants, I stroked them as Noah took off his pants. I begged for his cock, I've never begged for anything like I begged for him. 'Please, I need you to fuck me. I want to feel that monster deep inside of me. Please give me what I need.'

He held his dick in his hand as he stood above my outstretched legs. He stroked it up and down as he moved toward me. I felt the head slide up and down my wetness and poke inside. I moaned and mouthed the words, please! He pushed inside of me and I felt full. His friends played with my nipples as I stroked their hard dicks in each hand. Noah pushed all the way to the back of me. He held still and then he pulled back, he slowly pounded inside. It was the pounding that I needed, craved, lusted for. I was just a hole for him to use. And he did.

In and out, harder and faster until I was screaming. I was right there, about to explode as he pounded deep and hard into me. Cam had just covered my hand in his come, callum was getting close, but Noah is who I desperately wanted to explode. I told him, 'come, baby, please fill me up with all that you have!' A few more thrusts and I was shaking and clenching his powerful tool. I felt it throb indie of me and I looked at him deep into his eyes and mouthed the words, 'now.' I felt stream after stream of his come flood my insides as I came again. That was all it took for Callum as he spewed across my hand, arm and even my tits.

Noah stayed buried to the hilt, it kept spewing more and more and I was in an altered state. I loved the feel of his pulsing dick pushing more come inside of me.

Eventually, he stopped shooting and I stopped shaking, at least for now anyway. When he slid out of me, I begged him to let me clean him up. I tried, but I could not get his monster that far down my throat. I was covered between all of their come and I rushed into the bathroom to jump in the shower. I was still horny, but tired, i finished my shower and jumped into bed with all three of them, lets just say I had one hell of a night in Edinburgh."

Wow, that was one hell of a story. I knew she spent some time in Britain, but I never heard that story. I looked around and the guys were adjusting themselves. The women were drinking their drinks pretending that they were not dripping wet. I looked at my sheet and circled "true."

My Story

I needed to calm down a little before I started my story. I wasnt sure if I could top hers, but I had to try. I puzzled a beer and started my own tale of debauchery.

"It was my sophomore year of college and I was dating Iris. She was a free spirit and enjoyed all kinds of things. She was an exhibitionist and kind of liked taking risks. We had friends that turned out to be pretty much the same and we liked to explore different things. We've done everything from amusement parks, waterparks, movie theaters, and any other place we could think of with a lot of people, and we had sex in each place. Steve and Jaime were a big part of our sex lives after the Amusement park, but that's a different story.

This all started when we started to spend a lot more time with Steve and Jaime. We tried to outdo each other and ended up going to a baseball game in the heat of the summer. The girls wore shorts and bikini tops as it was very hot out. Being a night game, I knew that it would cool down before we left the stadium, I grabbed a couple of blankets to bring in to edge off the cool night temperatures.

We got seats in the upper deck and it was a rough game, the home team by the 3rd inning were down 10-2 so a lot of the stands were empty by the 4th inning. I knew things were gonna get wild as the night went on, and I wasn't wrong. Jaime had the blanket covering her legs and Steve's hand was under the blanket. I watched as she removed her shorts and put her bare ass in the seat.

There wasnt that many people left upstairs as the die hard fans moved down to get better seats when everyone started leaving. We stayed where we were, there were maybe ten people on the upper level. Steve's hand was sliding up and down her seam, her head tilted back and she slumped down in her chair. A few soft moans escaped her as worked his magic on her.

I noticed a Blonde woman out of the corner of my eye and she was very interested in our group. Jaime was getting louder and Iris put the blanket over my legs. It didn't take long before I felt her open my shorts and tug them down my legs. The blonde kept giving me glances as she watched us. She didn't move away, if anything I think she was moving closer.

Between Iris stroking my cock and Jaime moaning, we were all getting to that point where we didn't care who was watching. You could see Iris's hand moving up and down my pole. I whispered to her, 'we have an audience.'

She smiled as she caught a glimpse of the blonde beauty who was intently watching us. Iris whispered to Jaime that she had a fan. Then she whispered, 'let's give her a good show.' I found out quickly what that meant as she took the blanket off of me and dropped her lips over my tool. She moaned as she went up and down and really worked me until I was begging her to let me come.

The Blonde stood behind my chair, not the optimal viewing angle but she knew what was happening. Up and down Iris went as she was getting me right to the edge. The Blonde grabbed me by the hair on my head and asked if she could get a kiss. Iris grunted and I nodded and she pulled me back and planted a powerful kiss on me. If it wasnt for having Iris sucking on me already, this kiss would have curled my toes. I was done for and I held on to Iris's head as I filled her mouth with everything I had. She kept going and made sure her mouth was full.

Iris stood up and grabbed the blonde, pulling her close and planting a kiss on her lips. I know they were swapping my fluids between them and that had me hard again already. I heard Jaime moan a little louder as I looked over and she was shaking.

I pulled Iris closer to me and opened her shorts, sliding them down her legs. I turned her toward the field and had her sit in my lap sideways facing Jaime and Steve, sliding deep inside of her. She grabbed the blanket and held it at her hips, if anyone looked, they would see her sitting on my lap, slowly moving up and down. Our new friend, the blonde woman, went over and was making out with Jaime.

I pushed my hand around and under the blanket as I reached her clit and started playing with it. I knew that Iris loved to perform in front of people, she was definitely in her element. I whispered, wouldn't this be special on the Kiss Cam??

I looked over at Jaime and the blonde, now they were on either side of Steve taking turns sucking on his manhood. He had an elated look on his face as they each anxiously tried to get him to explode in their mouth. By the look on his face, I knew that he wouldn't last much longer.

Iris was having problems keeping her eyes open as she was approaching her own orgasm. I did whatever I could to bring her over the edge. I played with her clit and even pushed a finger inside along with my package. She moaned maybe just a little too loudly and both of the girls looked at her. They watched as Iris went into overdrive. She forgot about the blanket and ground against my body until she finally went over the edge.

Jaime went back to sucking on Steve, but the blonde came over to us and sat down next to us. She was stroking Iris's legs and asked if she could have a taste? I knew that Iris wouldn't protest so I said, feel free. My girlfriends eyes flew open as the blonde woman started licking her clit. I could feel her tongue graze against my hardness and I knew that I was not long to last. Hell, I knew Iris wasn't going to last, even though she just came, it wasnt going to take much to push her over again.

I looked over at Jaime and she was bent over the seat and Steve was plowing into her from behind. At this point I couldn't tell how the home team was doing, I just knew that we scored over and over.

I told Iris, 'I'm close.'

She smiled and said, 'hold on' as she got off of me and angled my dick towards the blonde. 'go ahead!'

The blonde smiled and came over and slid my hardness down her throat. She worked up and down with her hand as she held the tip in her mouth. Her tongue slid up and down, over the little hole at the tip before she was blasted by my come. She swallowed everything, and kept sucking. She made sure that she got everything last drop out of me. She then stood up and pulled Iris in for a kiss. It was hot as hell watching the two of them make out with my come sliding back and forth between the two of them.

Jaime had just announced that she was close, and both women went over to her and waited for Steve to fill her full of his come. She moaned and he grunted and both of them crashed over the edge. Iris and our new friend helped clean both of them up. The blonde was sliding her tongue inside of Jaime and Iris was cleaning Steve's cock. It was all really crazy to watch. The girls invited the blonde to sit with us, her name was Joy and she definitely provided it.

We just finished when the usher came to tell us we needed to leave. By the time we were ready to leave, the score was 14-2. On our way out, the usher informed us that we were not welcome back ever. We exchanged numbers with Joy and parted ways."

He leans forward, his expression playful but serious. “How can you really know you don’t like men,” he asks, “if you’ve never tried fucking one?” You roll your eyes, giving your usual arguments. But he proposes a bet. A scientific test, he calls it.

“If you’re truly not attracted to men,” he says, his voice low, “then your body won’t react. I’ll just touch your clit. If you stay dry, you win. If you get wet… well, then you like it, and you have to jerk me off.”

It sounds ridiculous. A sure win. You’re a lesbian; your body knows this. Feeling bold from the wine, you agree. You lean back against the couch cushions, parting your legs just a little, giving him permission.

His fingers are surprisingly gentle when they slip under the waistband of your shorts and panties. You hold your breath as his fingertips find your clit, already soft and small. He doesn’t rub, not at first. He just rests them there, a warm, foreign pressure. Then he begins to move, a slow, deliberate circle. A jolt goes through you, sharp and unexpected.

You bite your lip, telling yourself it’s just the novelty, just the wine. But his touch is skilled, patient, and a treacherous heat begins to bloom low in your belly. You feel a slickness start to gather, a slow seep of wetness that coats his fingers, proving your body a liar with every soft, coaxing stroke.