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While I felt wonderful, I still needed coach’s big dick. I was a little
afraid with his wife there, if I was going to get any of it, or was she going
to hog it all. I pointed to his prick and asked in my cutest little pout if he
had something to make
me feel good. He stopped laughing long enough to tell me that if I wanted it
we would have to go back to the club. This confused me. How was I going to
get fucked by my favorite toy with all those other people around? Oh well, I
needn’t
have wondered considering coach’s perverted mind. It looked like his wife and
Miss Naderson were going to contribute to that perversion and my humiliation.
It felt so weird walking back to the club. I had just had a couple of orgasms
and here I was walking a nature trail with three naked people who had just
provided them for me. My legs still felt a little weak and my cunt kind of
felt squishy.
All I could think was everyone must know what we had just done. I couldn’t
look anyone in the eye as we passed. I looked over at coach and my mouth just
went dry as I gazed at his dick. I stepped over to him and pressed one of my
breasts against his arm and quickly shoved my puss on his thigh. I needed some
stimulation and none of them were providing any.
Coach said, ” Look, do you want my prick, baby?”
I nodded yes as I dragged my nipple over his arm trying to stimulate myself
somehow.
” Well lets sit right down and have it here.”
“What? I said. There are other people around. Some one will see.
“If you want my dick , baby, this is where you get to have it.”
I couldn’t believe it. Coach wanted to fuck my poor little puss in front other
people. What could he be thinking. We would get arrested. His wife and Miss
Naderson didn’t seem to be fazed by this idea at all. I looked around. There
weren’t too many people but I couldn’t figure out how we were going to fuck and
not be seen. I came to the conclusion that it wasn’t possible. But Oh my cunt
felt funny. My nipples were very hard. I had this strange tingle running from
my
ass hole to my big clit.
“OK, I said. What do you want me to do.”
I just hung my head in shame, knowing I would have to have intercourse in
public. Intercourse, what a word. Usually its fucking and cumming. But now
it didn’t feel that way.
” You’re going to have to get me hard first and then you can sit on my dick and
ride it.” he said.
I hoped it wouldn’t take long. I knelt down staring at my present that gave
me such pleasure. I hesitated taking it in my hand. Hoping that Coach would
get hard all by himself and we could get it over with quickly. His dick
stayed limp and
I new I would have to suck well to get him hard for my cunt. I lifted his
large spongy penis opened my mouth and slowly moved his head onto my tongue. I
laved the underside urgently, wanting him to stiffen. I pressed my tongue tip
against his little pee hole, gently separating the skin. this is the most
sensitive spot on a mans dick and I was careful. I felt coach throb in my hand
and I moved my mouth over him to take as much dick as I could. I had been
fighting any
feeling of pleasure because I felt so humiliated. But my body betrayed me.
His penis felt so good. All stiff and velvety. Growing bigger from my sucking
like milk from a mothers breast. Men love to suck our breasts. It comes from
childhood memories of suckling mothers milk. But a womans desire to suckle is
never spoken about. I guess it may be tied up with fear of becoming a lesbian.
We have to sublimate that desire with thoughts of sucking a mans dick and
receiving our milk from his penis. Well, I wanted my milk. I sucked hard now
not thinking about anyone looking at us. I pulled off, panting and staring up
at coach and the others. They all had this look on their faces. they knew
exactly
what they were doing to me, and I loved it.
Coach announced it was time to ride the pony. We switched places and I moved
to straddle him. His wife stopped me. Turning me around and had me face away
from him and pushed me down to squat . Oh, this was the worst and the
best. Karen held Coach’s prick straight as his wife helped me squat onto the
prick. I dropped right on it and it slammed all the way up my juicy little
puss. I sat there for a couple of minutes feeling it. It was so big and hard,
it felt so good
and filling. I had almost forgotten about the other people.
Well, my two assistants weren’t going to let me forget. Karen knelt on the
ground reached over and pulled my cunt lips apart and proceeded to rub my
little clit. Coach’s wife bent over, took one of my breasts in each hand and
kneaded
them outward ending in pinching my nipples each time. I thought my humiliation
was complete. People were looking over at us finally. I started to cry
softly, tears slowly trailing down my cheeks. This didn’t stop me from having
the
biggest cum of my life. OH, his prick, their fingers, all working on my most
sensitive spots. Karen popped my clit out of its hood, all wet and shiny from
my juices. His wife squeezed my nipples. Three or four people were walking
over,
watching me display my sex. My puss being fucked, my clit tortured with
pleasure, my big breasts and my hard nipples pulled straight out from my body.
OH , OH, OH, OH, SHOW ME FUCK ME PULL ME. I don’t care who sees me.
Make me cum. make me spurt cunt juice on Coach’s prick, milk my breasts and
clit like the fuck cow I am. DO ME!!!!
Oh, yes. The orgasms were so good. I was so ashamed of myself. While I was
in the middle of my cum nothing else mattered in the world. I would have done
anything they asked. I had been so convinced I was getting packed off to jail
after this little episode. What my tormentors didn’t tell me was that half
that nudist camp were swinging with each other. No one thought twice about
seeing me fucked . I would have my revenge on Coach.
I love to dance. There’s nothing else which makes me feel so free. I love the
clubs around Hollywood and the beach. I put on my blades grab a couple of girl
friends and dance like crazy with as many cute guys as I can find. My friends
and I like to show off. Not that I ever did much about it before Coach.
Little hand jobs and kissy dick with the cutest boys in dark corners or parking
lots. Won’t catch me going home with any strange ones. You never know what
you’ll get.
Ha Ha; box of chocolates. Right.
My bod is so hot. I bought some “fuck me rags” to wear at the clubs. My girl
friends loved the idea. Very tight pvc and oh so fuck me pumps. I do love to
tease, and there’re some who love to be teased. Since Coach I think I can “go
all
the way”. I’m now looking for the right combinations including some of my girl
friends.
Well, on to my revenge. I called up Carrie and Gwen, told them to get dressed
in their best and meet me at Planet. I called up Coach and begged him to take
me out. I said I deserved something nice after last weekend. Coach picked me
up
about 10 and off we went. When we got to the club, I spotted my friends and
ran over to greet them. I also wanted a chance to plot my revenge with them.
Nestled in a corner booth I let them in on the trip to the sun club. they
loved every
minute of my tale and to my surprise pressed up against me as I recalled the
very horny details. I looked at them both and asked if they had every had an
experience with another girl. They looked at me as if I were dumber than shit.
Laughing, they told me they had been messin around with each other for years.
They always wanted to bring me in, but thought I was the straightest bitch they
knew, and were afraid to touch me. I said it was okay to “touch” me now.
“If you’re so hot now, lets unzip you and see your package. Carrie said”.
My mouth dropped into the biggest O. My puss heated up. I pushed in closer to
Carrie, reached up to the top of my dress and started to pull the zipper down.
I took my time about it. I thought everybody could here the snick as it moved
so
I pulled very slow. Also for the benefit of my now juicy friends. I had
planned ahead. No underwear of course. My breast peaked out. I moved the zip
down towards my tummy. My other hand kept the dress closed. This place you
could
get arrested in. Oh, I had the zip down to my hips and I had to scoot up a
little to get it over the hump. There, now I was a hand away from naked in
public. Carrie and Gwen pressed close and their hands made there way inside
my dress.
Carrie had her hands on my tits and Gwen was headed south. I let go my grip on
the dress and pressed close to Carrie. Her hands milked my tits alternately
with the lightest feather touch on my nipples. She used the back of her hands
to
brush the bottom and sides of my tits. I was in heaven. That jolt from my
nips to my clit was painful. Gwen was busy moving across my tummy. The next
moment a wet finger got plopped in my belly button. I jumped half a foot and
covered my mouth with a yelp.
“Bitch, I whispered”.
Gwen laughed in my ear and told me I deserved it for keeping my bod from them.
I zipped myself up and composed myself.
“Okay, I said”.
“Let’s get this right, or were going to have trouble.”
I laid out my plan. The three of us were going to dance Coach into the ground
tonight. I wanted him a little worn out by the time I hatched my plan. What?
You want to know what the plan is? Ha! You’ll just have to wait, won’t you.
Carrie Gwen, and I really worked Coach till Midnight. The three of us danced
almost every dance with him. When we weren’t dancing each of us would take
turns in the booth with him,, working him up. Wonderful hard ons. Very tasty
erections. Carrie and Gwen each sucked him to the edge under the table. We
wouldn’t let him shoot. We are cruel bitches after all.
After midnight we all decided that another club might be a good idea. But, I
told Coach that the girls got to pick and it would have to be a surprise. I
pulled out a heavy black blindfold and told him this was how it was if he
wanted to play
with the girls some more. We crowded against him using our tits and cunts to
persuade him. Feeling his stone hard dick through his pants, it didn’t take
much. On went the blindfold and off went the four of us to destinations
unknown.
We hopped in Coach’s car and I drove us to our secret destination. At the
club we piled out each taking a hold of Coach so he wouldn’t trip. We made our
way into the club guiding Coach. Now when the sense of sight is cut off, the
other
senses have a way of becoming more intense. Coach said that something sounded
funny about the noises. He said it sounded very low. Can you guess, my gentle
readers? Yep, you got it . It was a gay club. We didn’t give Coach a chance
to figure it out and hustled him to the Men’s room in the back. I picked the
two biggest guys I could find and hoped their “tools” were big too.
“Do you want us Coach? I whispered to him.”
“Hmm? do you want all three of us fucking and sucking you till your bod goes
into meltdown?”
“Huh, baby. Tell me. I want to hear it. Tell me how much while I rub my
tits in your face. No touching though. Suck my nips, baby. Really work them.
I want you to make my cunt horny for you. Suck them good.”
I took my dress off and pressed my tits hard in his face. I f****d my nipples
in his mouth. Rubbing them back and forth. Carrie and Gwen , meanwhile
whispered to the two guys that they should take out their cocks quietly and get
them rock
hard. The girls walked behind Coach f****d him to his knees and helped feed my
tits to him. The girls got a good grip on his arms. I motioned for the “boys”
to quietly bring their now hard dicks over by my tits and Coach’s mouth. As I
pulled away I carefully guided the pricks just in front of Coach’s mouth.
“Okay boys stick em in.”
Those two quickly pushed their cocks into coach’s open mouth. He had been
expecting my tits and grunted in surprise as two cocks pushed past his teeth
and stretched him to the max. I stepped back, naked in the men’s room of a gay
club
and watched as these guys fucked my lovers mouth with their oh so yummy pricks.
Gay guys do have the best ones you know. Coach was not a happy camper. This
was a big surprise. I bent over and told him if he wanted his pussy prize,
he would have to be the pussy first. Well; he really didn’t have too much
choice. After all, two healthy girls were holding him down and those dicks
were in his mouth. I’m proud to say coach rose to the occasion. Don’t you
hate those
rotten puns? The three boys worked those pricks and in no time coach got a big
double load from my volunteers. I whipped the blindfold off Coach to give him
a good view of me while he sucked.
I know this was revenge but watching these guys mouth fuck started to do weird
things to my cunt. I had to rub my nipples and pet my puss while I watched.
Oh! All too soon my boys creamed their loads into coach. I wasn’t sad though.
My friends let go and put their dresses on top of mine. Let’s just say after
that our boys got naked and we all had an interesting time together.
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I know a bunch of this stuff, probably 98 percent of it, is false about incest. But in email chats with this guy Long Boy Slim, he convinced me to let him post this story I forwarded to him, word for word. It’s true. It’s what happened between me and my mom. I can’t say it’s right or wrong, but it happened. And it’s still happening. I hope it doesn’t offend anyone. But this stuff happens to people sometimes, like it happened to me. If any of you readers out...
The middle of May in Arizona can be quite nice weather wise. It’s also when the University bestows the degrees upon the graduating students. Inside the auditorium, Ed sat in the crowd of students wearing a maroon gown and cap. It was hot under the gown and he fidgeted restlessly. He was here because Kelly had wanted to see him attend the ceremony. John was seated somewhere with the faculty. Kelly and Beth were up in the stands. He had no idea where the cats were, and wondered how John had...
While the morning spent at the Federal Building talking about the raid had been tough, the afternoon spent swimming, getting a massage, and napping had re-energized him significantly. The time for the guests to arrive had come so he went to the living room to welcome their guests. He knew it was a wasted effort because Ling would warn Bill before they ever made it to the door, but he felt like it was a nice touch for at least one of the family to be there to greet visitors. Beth entered the...
Mike sat at one end of the conference table absently fiddling with the stack of papers in front of him. Bewildered, he said, “I was transferred to the detective squad the other day. I reported in and the captain told me that he didn’t want to know anything about the case I was working on. Not a single detective will talk to me. Even the ones I know won’t talk to me. It’s weird going into the building and being treated as though I wasn’t even there.” “I went into the IRS office and all anyone...
Belly swollen with child, Kelly lay on the couch feeling very pregnant and elephantine. However, unlike a lot of women in her condition, she didn’t feel ugly. The men and women in her family paid so much attention to her body that it was almost frightening. How could one feel ugly with so many worshiping her? She didn’t know. All that she did know was that they did whatever they could, to make her comfortable and happy. Ed was on the floor next to her slowly rubbing some skin cream on her...
The house was quiet. Everyone was sleeping with the exception of Annette. In order to take the late watch, she had slept through the afternoon and evening. It made sense for her to take that watch as she could give them the most warning that something was about to happen. A very happy Annette swayed through the night watching the approaches to the town. She almost missed the three men on motorcycles, but saw them in time to give a reasonable warning. Going into the living room, she shouted,...
This was the first time that Ed had traveled outside his normal area while wearing his black robe, and the reactions that he received were beyond anything that he could have predicted. People stared at him when he walked by. It wasn’t the kind of stare that people gave freaks, but the kind of stare they gave a celebrity. Months of television coverage about the mysterious Druids had made the name a household word. Whenever there was a forest fire, Sid was on television talking about how the...
Sitting at the obscenely large desk, Ed stared up at the picture of John that hung on the wall of the office. It was an official color photograph of John. His white hair and beard with the robe, cane, and cloak made him look like a mystic. The whole world saw John as a mystic, but Ed knew better. He sighed and said, “John, you brought out the best in me. I’m a better man for having you in my life. I really miss you.” “Talking to yourself?” asked Ellen Faber as she entered the...
Lunch had been a quiet affair, the silence broken only by an occasional sniffle from one of the wives and the rattle of fork against plate. Kelly had been on the verge of tears ever since Chief Robert White Feather had picked up Beth and Little John to take them out to the reservation for their yearlong stay. Ling kept bursting out in angry tears since Ed had told her that she couldn’t stay on the reservation to be close to the kids. She knew he was right, but that didn’t make her feel any...
I have received several emails asking if I am a hypnotist. Yes, I am. My stories are based on facts (and fantasy) but are not actual occurrences. Everything depicted is possible. Questions or comments are welcome. * * * * * I had just finished a partnership meeting when Jeff came up to me. ‘Mike, you are a hypnotist, right?’ He was towering over me as he said that. I am tall, but Jeff is gigantic. He is a six foot eight, former basketball player. He was also a terrific salesman. Jeff has been...
"The mailman left a package for you at the door today, Chrissy," said Todd, coming home from work. "I didn't order anything ... Oh wait, I am expecting a new outfit." "Anything special?" asked her husband, seeming completely disinterested, but making conversation. "Yes dear, it's my hooker outfit," she pictured herself saying. "Nothing special at all. Just a sweater." "That's nice," he mumbled. "What's for dinner?" "I have a roast in the oven." "Sounds good." Todd...
I have received several emails asking if I am a hypnotist. Yes, I am. My stories are based on facts (and fantasy) but are not actual occurrences. Everything depicted is possible. Questions or comments welcome. * * * * * Jeff was very content for about two weeks. I was finishing a sales meeting when Jeff, looking puzzled, said to me: ”Would you talk to Abigail. She has been acting strange lately and I think it has something to do with the hypnosis thing.” “How has she been acting strange?” ...
Dear ISS readers, this is my first sex story and I would like to share my experience; an experience of a 19-year-old introvert girl, attracted only towards girls, interested in their body, struggling to convince them to share intimacy. Any self-respecting, shapely, nymphomaniac lesbian like me would look for an alternate source for carnal pleasures. There was this girl in my junior college who I found to be of my type. When I saw her for the first time in college, I had to rush myself...
LesbianAbigail Slaughter was a woman of passion. Many of Abigail’s co-workers thought she was temperamental, the more charitable amongst them said, fiery, those that had disliked her from the get go said psychotic. None of these people had ever noticed that Abigail’s signature on any and all documentation carried an apostrophe after her given name and, that she never left a space between that and her family name. Most of Abigail’s friends would not have been surprised at this open secret, because they...
Moira opened the door and walked over to a table clicking her fingers and calling for her sister. Abigail scowled as she came over. "What d'ya want?" "Ah ya cannae talk tae customers like t'at?" Moira shouted, and Abigail glanced over towards Pauline. "Ah'll have a pot of tea and a slice of cake. Abigail picked up her pad and walked over to the till, ringing through the cost and printing out the receipt. Pauline snapped at her for talking to Moira like she did and Abigail poured hot...
"Come on," Lisa pleaded and Alistair shook his head. "OK we'll be good to ya, won't we Abigail? Abigail wanna say sorry." The flamboyant teenage girl nodded, and Lisa begged the teenage boy to join them, but he shook his head. "I cannae leave the shop. Not 'til my Dad gets back." "We're wasting our time," Abigail moaned. "And I wanted to help." He winced as Abigail spoke and he wiped his eyes. "I wanna but ah can't." Abigail pursed her lips and rolled her eyes....
Abigail cried as she fell backwards off of the wall but landed in the soft arms of her ex-boyfriend. He stared up at her and cackled gently. "Caught ya." "What d'ya want?" He put his hands underneath her legs and pulled them over the low wall and then righted her. "Ya bloody frightened me." "To share this," he told her and pulled out a small baker's bag from his pocket. She rolled her eyes, and he put his hand in hers. "And a walk." She sighed, and he sniffed. "Ya promised...
=== She had thought that pole dancing was only for strippers, and that as a feminist she should object to it, but her friends kept telling her that it was great for fitness, a genuine skilled artform, and that it made them feel really empowered. Sceptical but interested, Abigail searched online, and found an advertisement for “Pole Dancing for Feminists”, which sounded like the sort of thing she was after. Classes were Wednesdays at 7 pm. She attended her first one, and found herself in a...
WARNING: This story contains extreme racist scenes and slurs. This story takes place in the south before the civil war and is about a Caucasian girl dominating two Afro-Americans. In this story you may find racist slurs and the N-word used frequently. This is only to make the story more realistic and NOT to alienate or offend people of colorABIGAIL’S TWO DAY GIFTApril 10, 1862, Huntsville, AlabamaIt was a beautiful spring day. The sun was shining in the sky and everywhere on the plantation...
If it hadn't been obvious before, it was now; Abigail and Mike were an item. There were a few raised eyebrows, but on the whole, the verdict was 'good for them' and 'Abigail obviously has something going for her'. They spent every moment together that they could; at Uni, or at one or other of their homes, but most of the time they were working or talking, though not entirely without some cuddling and kissing. The key to any successful relationship is communication, but Abigail and Mike...
Margaret knocked stoutly on the door to the flat and Abigail let her in. "Just checkin' you're all right," Margaret told her, putting a bag down on the floor, as Abigail looked alarmed. Margaret looked the young girl up and down, dressed in just a long T-Shirt and Abigail nodded. "Fine," muttered the teenage girl. "What ya up to?" Abigail held out a book. "Readin'," "Most of them are my old books," Margaret muttered. "This used to be my flat and..." She stopped when she saw...