Awakenings
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Any lingering hopes were swept away as I stared at the result from the test kit.
I was pregnant! I had been well and truly "banged up".
I knew now, without doubt, that there was a price to pay for my indulgences. I feared for my impending marriage as I tried to think how to explain my belly full of arms and legs to a would be husband who had yet to penetrate me.
The wedding was still two months away and I'd cleverly (as I thought at the time) held him at bay and reeled him in with the promise of a "grand opening" on our wedding night.
As I tried to come to grips with the dilemma I found myself in, I reflected on the events of the last couple of months that had taken me from a virginal bride to be, and turned me into sexually aroused and fully pregnant fiance in one very sensual encounter...
Chapter OneI suppose some blame for the situation in which I now find myself could be attributed to the very protective environment in which I had finished my education. I was nineteen and had spent the last four years in a Swiss finishing school. I thought I knew everthing about everything, but had had no "hands on" sexual experiences, and had made do with fantasies, girl talk and a some private experimentation... until I finally returned home the complete lady (so my parents thought)and met up with Alan.
He turned out to be my catch of the night at my welcome home party. A great looking guy with a personality and bank account to match. A guy who was self assured and apparently very successful in the art of seduction, if some of my girlfriends' stories were true.
I had noticed him among the "studs" because he was fair-haired, blue-eyed and well built, apart from being damned good looking. (I don't want much in a man. Just good looks, money and the right basic instincts...and I had a thing for blue-eyed blondes).
The party was a pretty tame affair, given the parental oversight factor.But it did give me a nice dose of the "warm fuzzies".
I was the centre of attention (after all, the party was for me), but I had the smug feeling that it wasn't just that the guys were being nice because I'd been out of town for a few years.
I was tall, lean, leggy and willowy, with jet black hair and an olive complexion, giving me a light allover tan. I wasn't over endowed in the boob department, but they were firm, and pointed upward rather than down. They needed no support, and in my pristine white halter top, I thought I looked pretty good. I rather enjoyed the impact I was having, and I felt that there were some pretty exciting times ahead. Wow! was that a prophecy fulfilled.
Alan was one of the lineup of party animals looking for a target and, as we went through the "hello", and "nice to know you routine", I felt a little pang of excitement. I had the feeling I was earmarked as his target.
This was to be the start of the main game. The curtain raiser to my becoming a woman in the real sense, and my first real foray into the mating arena. I was becoming all too aware that I had been kept "in storage"too long. I had been getting some very strong signals from my vital areas. Natural urges were demanding fulfillment, and I knew I couldn't keep them waiting much longer.
It wasn't long before we gravitated to the dance floor and things became a little more intimate...and exciting. I was quickly but deftly manoeuvred into close formation nuzzling, with more than a hint of bodily contact in the key areas, but who was I to complain. I was loving in it.
He soon made it obvious that he was out to separate me from the herd, suggesting a "drive and coffee". I wasn't stupid, but I didn't mind the idea one little bit, so it wasn't long before we'd slipped quietly away in his Mercedes sports for parts unknown.
Needless to say, we ended up at his apartment. Hell! What a place. No wonder the girls said he was a good catch, with a high success rate in the penetration stakes. With a pad like this I had no doubts that a bevy of virgins had been deflowered here over the years.
I knew I had to handle the situation carefully. He was showing all the signs of being smitten and while I knew he was sexually wound up like a coiled spring, I rather liked the idea of hanging on to this guy, and all the goodies that went with him. As much as I wanted to "lay myself bare", I knew I had to keep the brakes on and make myself a special prize rather than just another notch on his male equipment.
The champagne was soon on the table for a "private celebration of my home coming" as he termed it, though I had no doubt that this was not the only sort of "coming" that was on his mind. I had learned enough to know that the champagne treatment was not intended as a conversation opener, but a leg opener. I knew though, that if I wanted to keep him on the hook I could not allow him to make a "deposit" just yet, much as I liked the idea of experiencing the real thing.
Besides, I was completely unprotected. I hadn't even contemplated going on the pill. I'd had the full sex education bit at college and had developed some very funny feelings about the sex act and impregnation. Maybe I'm a bit kinky, but I often fantasise about playing sexual russian roulette. The idea of being inseminated, with a fifty fifty chance of becoming pregnant, not only fascinates me, it makes me weak and trembly, and sends some very strong yes! yes! yes! signals to my love tunnel. I had to do some heavy suppressing of my urges, at least for the time being, if I was to weather this first storm and win the bigger prize.
"Let the game begin." I thought, as he eased me gently into a clinch on the "mating couch".
That first sensation of his tongue gently parting my lips and slipping inside was so erotic. I didn't believe a first kiss could be such a turn on. His tongue was so beautifully insistent as he signalled that this was a prelude. Upper persuasion for lower invasion. My imagination went wild as I thought about what else could be slipping inside me soon. I had to get the situation under control or I would become just another one night conquest.
"Cool it, Alan." I urged. "The night is young, we've got lots of time, and I was enjoying the dancing. Turn on some music!" I commanded, with less than convincing authority.
He was a bit put off, but complied, and dragged me back into snuggle mode in an upright position. It wasn't really dancing, rather more pressing the flesh all over, and it felt damned good. Round one to me.
He wasn't to be denied quite that easily though (nor did I want him to be). As we gyrated in close contact his hands began to gently caress my bare back as he sought to confirm that I was braless. Then, growing bolder they moved easily down the curve of my back to cup the cheeks of my bottom as he pulled me against him more tightly at the business end. He might have been enjoying the feel of what I knew was a very firm and well proportioned bum, but the fun wasn't all his as I fantasised over the very prominent bulge that was delivering a strong message to the moistening lower end of my churning tummy.
It wasn't long before I felt the couch behind my knees as he manouvred me back to a more accessable position. A gentle nudge as he slid his tongue down my throat again and I was on my back with him on top of me. He didn't give me any chance to recover. His tongue worked insistently to occupy my attention as he kneed my legs apart and pressed himself against my vagina as if to announce "Get ready! I'll be in there soon". Hell this was good. I had to make sure I didn't "lose it" but at the same time let him think that entry was not too far off.
His lips went lightly across my neck and throat as he eased a shoulder strap aside. I knew where he was heading, but if I was going to give ground, this was the right end to start with in the early part of the game.
His tongue flicked tantalisingly as his mouth travelled down my cleavage, eased aside the light fabric of my halter top and engulfed a very aroused and straining nipple. "Mmmm!" I heard myself murmur as his tongue circled and teased, and his mouth began to draw gently. I relaxed for a moment, enjoying the sheer sensuality of it all and before I knew what had happened, I was bare to the waist and his hands were at work on my thighs coaxing my dress upward to reveal the main action area. Much as I hated the idea, it was time to find a way to bring things to a halt before I ended up with no pants, no hymen and a bellyful of love juice.
"Alan! We've got to stop right now." I pushed him gently. "We're both as randy as hell and I can't keep you out much longer." I lamented. "I'm new to all this. I'm unprotected and I just need a little help and understanding before I throw discretion to the winds." This demure little outburst was calculated to appeal to his male protective instincts and it seemed to work. He relaxed his efforts long enough for me to struggle out from under and regain some composure. He wasn't happy. It was time for me to take the initiative and rebuild his male ego.
I laid across him, gently stroked his chest and whispered to him "Alan, you'll get what you want. Remember I want you inside me just as much as you want to be there, but I've got some funny ideas and you'd better hear them 'cause you might not like 'em."
I slid my hand slowly down the front of his pants and began to gently massage the bulge that was saying "I want in". His eyes were glazing over but I think he was paying attention. "My big turn on is the thought that when a man penetrates me for the first time it will be to shoot live ammunition at an unprotected target. I get all churned up at the idea of totally unprotected sex with an even money chance of being put in the family way. I'm just not quite ready yet."
I could see the gleam returning to his eyes as he picked up on the virginal bit and I knew I had to dangle the bait just a little further if I was going to leave him in a "still interested" frame of mind. I took his hand and guided it along my inner thighs cupping it over the mound between my legs. " I think you can feel what's been happening down here, and I hope you'll be the one to perform the grand opening. Just be patient."
"I'll be patient", he complained. "But not for too damned long. I'm going to have you whatever it takes, and it won't be very long". He was sounding huskier as he talked. "I'll have you pleading for it before long. And when I get into that body of yours I'll be riding bareback and making a fully delivery of fertilizer. That flat little belly of yours will be put out of shape very quickly when I get to work on it. He was getting me all sexed up again with that sort of talk. I loved it. It was time to cut and run.
The warm late night summer breeze helped me unwind and "dry out" a bit as he drove me home with the top down. "Round two to me," I grinned to myself. But I knew the fires had been being lit within me. I was going to love the love game and that beautiful instrument of female pleasure that would perform the task it was so magnificently designed for, hopefully, in the not too distant future.
I lay awake for hours that night revelling in the joys of womanhood and sex. All I could think about was "What next?" What delights lay ahead?" I fondled my straining breasts and still hard nipples, ran my hands down to my avenue of ecstacy, my gateway to fulfillment. "How long before I experienced the ultimate?" I wondered. "How long before I feel the beautiful intrustion of a rock-hard penis driving into me with but one intent...to fill me with a new life. To make babies in me!"
Chapter 2He was on the phone early next morning. A good sign. I'd run the risk of being cast off as a chastity freak, but it seemed I'd played my cards right. He wanted more, and so did I.
The next few nights were pretty intense. It was more of the same, but getting better, and more exciting with each encounter. He worked hard to break me, open me. I worked just as hard to keep him aroused, drooling, but with my hymen intact. We were both loving it. We both knew it was a game that promised a beautiful outcome. I was becoming sexually obsessed...and loving it. I kept thinking back over my sex education lessons and fantasising about the power of a penis plunging deep inside me, ejaculating sperm, filling me, inseminating me. God what a turn-on, and I hadn't yet had a close encounter with his babymaker. That soon changed.
We had gotten back to his place from a rather boring evening with a couple of friends and he was in no mood for preliminaries. He had my top off, a mouthful of nipple and two hands full of bottom in no time flat. "The battle for entry was to be on in earnest tonight." I thought.
Time for some aggressive counter measures. I pushed him aside, then pulled him down onto the bed, rolling him onto his back. I wanted to play the vamp.
I gently unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it from his waistband and began stroking his chest as I whispered to him, "You've been trying to get my panties off for the last few nights. Now I'm going to give you a taste of your own medicine."
"What a lame excuse for some penile exploration" I smirked unashamedly to myself. But so what? I had to learn didn't I? A girl has to know what she's going to get into...her! "Hands on experience was essential", I justified to myself as I stared him straight in the eye and began to undo his belt.
He was a bit taken aback, but I could see he was enjoying the role reversal as his already prominent bulge swelled visibly, demanding release. Who was I to deny the needs of such a vital instrument. I released the top clip of his fly then slid the zip slowly and tantalisingly downwards as I watched and enjoyed the expression of lust on his face.
"Lift up!" I ordered, as I dragged his pants over that tight little bum. "Time I was introduced to this sex-crazed friend of yours" I sniggered. "We might find we have a common interest."
I lightly tugged the elastic of his undershorts, easing them down to unveil the staff of life. How beautifully ugly. I was hypnotised by the proud strength of it as I ran my hand gently along that magnificent shaft. What a sensation to have this driving into me, penetrating me deeply, spurting semen into my womb.
He drooled under my penile ministrations but it seemed I had a bit to learn about how to please a rampant erection. He guided my hand around the base of the shaft, then back and forth along its length, rippling the beautifully pliant skin, pulling the semen sacs at its base to action stations, swelling the powerful head, making the whole instrument throb with pleasure.
I looked at his face and marvelled at the effect I was having as I stroked him delicately and purposefully into ecstacy. "This was the power of woman over man."I mused as I changed the rhythm, enjoying the succession of facial expressions, disappointment as I slowed, anxiety as I stopped, then relief as I began again. He writhed and squirmed as my technique improved. When it comes to education, I had no doubt about my ability to be a very fast and enthusiastic learner in this particular subject.
I blew gently on the head as I stroked him, tantalised him, and watched in awe as the first tiny bead of clear fluid emerged from the slit at the very tip of the now pulsating and swollen head. I knew this was the prelude to an impending eruption. Maybe I was overdoing things. I paused momentarily, but the agony and disappointment on his face gave the obvious answer. He wanted release...and it was up to me to finish the job I had started.
I focused my full attention on the throbbing head as I increased the tempo of my strokes, fascinated by the writhing of his body as he neared the heights of ecstacy. A groan escaped his lips. He began to gasp and tremble. His balls swelled. His penis began to spasm and jerk, turning almost purple. Then suddenly the release. Jets of thick creamy sperm erupted from him, splashing across his chest, my arms, hands, then my bare breasts and nipples as I leant over his chest redirecting the spurting organ. It was beautiful to watch. Hot semen spraying everywhere. The seed of life, filler of bellies, maker of babies. What a magical sight. How I wanted those bursts of sperm inside me. How beautifully warm and filling it would feel. God! How could I wait much longer?
Then it was over for him. Blessed release. Satisfaction and pleasant exhaustion. I revelled in the aftermath as I gently massaged the splashes of sticky fluid into his chest, over my breasts, kissing him, pressing myself to him, bonding us with semen.
I commended myself on a job well done as I felt his beautiful penis, wet with his juices, soften and shrink in my hand. I was still on a high, sexually unsatisfied, but smugly exhilarated. Tonight I had been the master, and I knew I had the makings of a true professional in the sex game.
Chapter 3The "getting to know the parents" thing didn't seem too much of a problem, and I soon detected a hint of unspoken commitment as we went through all the other little niceties of courting, and got to know each other better. I seemed to be the total focus of his attention. But the horizon was a bit cloudy.
Mum and dad had booked me on a Caribbean cruise as a welcome home present. I was due to sail in a couple of weeks and would be away for 13 days. Alan was not impressed, and I wasn't too keen either, given recent developments. I was on the verge of cancelling when events took a turn which were to have a profound influence on my immediate future.
Alan was a lead player in his dad's importing business and there were some pretty big deals in the pipeline it seemed. He had to spend some time overseas, and soon.
It was this development which decided me to continue with my Caribbean caper, if only for a bit of social interaction. If he was going to buzz off overseas for a couple of months I might as well do a bit of holidaying to keep my mind off what I was going to be missing out on. He was a bit "off" about the idea, but accepted reluctantly after extracting promises of "faithfullness" and all that sort of stuff.
I made the point that the "being true" bit cut both ways. "How do I know this rampaging little girl-pleaser wont be sliding between the legs of some randy Asian tart?" I questioned as I stroked the front of his pants teasingly under the restaurant tablecloth. I don't think he was too impressed with the "little" reference. But He knew I was teasing, and he was loving the stimulation, or so it seemed, if the rapidly swelling lump I was fondling , and his flushed face, were any indication. "Just keep that weapon, and the goodies it can deliver, all for me." I smirked.
This was our last night together. We were dining in style and I had plans to make this a night he wouldn't forget. One that would keep his horny little penis focused on the job it had to do when he returned home.
He was due to fly out in a few hours and I knew that I had to take him right to the edge tonight. To send him off totally drained but with an overwhelming urge to come back and fill my belly. I knew how I was going to handle this, and it was time to get on with it. I gave a final squeeze of promise and whispered huskily "Let's get back to your place. We've got some private farewelling to do."
I went to work on him as we drove home, lightly running my hands around his neck, inside his shirt, over his chest, then downward and along his thighs and, inevitably, back to the very restless lump in his pants. I loved playing the arousal role. It was a real turn on watching the manipulative effects I could have as I became better and better at using sex and sensuality as a weapon. The trouble was, the more I learnt about the pleasures that boys and girls could give each other, the more obsessed with sex I became. "Was I a virgin with the makings of a wanton slut?" I wondered as I unzipped him and went in search of that hot, pulsating piece of equipment that I knew I could coax into eruption as the mood took me. His erratic driving suggested it might be more prudent to hold off until we got home. I sniggered, kissed him, and zipped him up, "just for the time being." I promised myself.
We were quickly back at it once indoors. I wanted to retain the initiative. He simmered as my hand released his belt buckle, unzipped him again, and slid into his shorts to reawaken that magic instrument. It needed no help. It was rock-hard, swollen, and raging to find a berth to carry out its task, to sow its seed.
"Tonight's got to be the night." He groaned in my ear as he came up for air in the midst of some intense tounge-probing mouthwork. " I want you on that bed, naked, with your legs spread and body wide open to me." He pleaded desperately. "I want to split you open, be inside you, do what this thing is upposed to do, flood you with sperm."
Jesus that sort of talk inflamed me. I wanted to rip off my pants of and guide him into me right there and then, but animal cunning intervened. I knew I had to get a permanent commitment before I opened up and allowed him to give me a bellyful.
"Al, you're going away in a few hours, and you'll be away for a couple of months. As much as I want to, I can't become pregnant to you now. Can't we wait until you get back to see if you still want me." I crooned. " I know how to make you feel better right now, and you can still be the one to perform the grand opening when you get back...if that's what you still want."
"What do you mean IF?" He said, a bit angrily. "You belong to me now. That body is mine, and this is mine to open and fill as I see fit." He said, lifting my dress and sliding his hand down my belly inside my panties, cupping it possessively over my mound. His fingers moved gently. Heaven!!
"We can't, Alan!" I pleaded, as I felt myself going to pieces. "Just be patient a little longer. Now lie back." I commanded, as I began to stroke him quickly.
"My turn tonight." he said firmly as he stayed my hand. " The grand opening can wait until I get back. I've accepted that. But we're getting married, then it's flesh into flesh, no holds barred, until I get you well and truly pregnant," he said sexily. "Right now you're about to experience a bit of your own medicine." he smirked as he moved his fingers inside me suggestively, sending my senses reeling, making me squirm and lubricate in anticipation.
My astonishment at the marriage proposal faded to the back of my mind to be replaced by feverish desire as he went to work on me, gently stipping me naked, carrying me to the bed and laying me lewdly, legs spread and totally submissive.
His lips went to my ankles as he began lightly kissing and stroking his way upwards. My body screamed, and arched upwards in offering and anticipation, as his tongue traced a wet line along my upper thighs. But there was to be no quick fulfillment. His tongue skirted my vagina to tease my belly button, my breasts, my nipples. He drove me slowly mad as he brought my body to the pinnacles of ecstacy. I jerked and twitched. I could hear myself pleading for release. Then, thank god, his lips and fingers started their journey downwards again, heading toward the little tuffted mound that was now so wet and in need of attention.
He parted me gently with his fingers, sliding inside me with the skill of a surgeon as I jerked upward under his touch, straining with delight, trying to open myself to him. His fingers began the rhythmic movements of a lust-filled penis as they slid in an out , in and out, driving me wild. Making me shudder with passion. Then his strokes slowed as he brought me down momentarily only to send me soaring again as his fingertips found the nerve ends of my button of ecstacy. He tweaked me, manipulated me, made me gyrate with sexual emotion as I begged for release.
He looked into my pleading eyes as he said gently, "Now who's in charge?" I was beyond response. I trembled and shook, out of control and speechless with lust as he played me like a concert violinist. Then his mouth moved downwards and his tongue took me over the edge as it flicked my screaming clitoris lightly but with deadly precision while his fingers resumed their piston like probing.
I began to buck uncontollably as my whole being was racked with the spasms of sexual fulfillment. I was almost hoarse with silent screaming as I went through those final beautiful seconds of ecstacy into glorious release. God! What a feeling.
I lay in limbo land, basking in the after glow of orgasmic release, collecting my thoughts as I came down off cloud nine. " You shouldn't let this thing push you into promises of marriage just to get its way with me", I chided as I stroked him playfully. "You're forgiven..." I cooed, "...and you're off the hook".
"You heard what I said." he responded firmly. "I meant every word of it. From now on you belong to me. Set a date and let's get on with it as soon as I get home." I was stunned. I couldn't believe it. This may have been what I was aiming for, but, in my wildest dreams, I didn't expect to pull it off so quickly. I hugged him, kissing him tenderly as I whispered "You can still change your mind and I'll understand."
"No more talk", he said authoritively. "The decision is made. Set it up and let's do it." and then the big deflater. "Now, I've got a plane to catch. I've got to get going".
"Not yet, you're not" I pouted. "Not until I've finished with you. You're going be a little late for check-in." I said with tender authority as I pushed him onto the bed. "Relax and enjoy." I crooned as I stripped his shorts from him.
I leant down over him, brushing my nipples across his face, flicking my tongue lightly over his chest and tracing a tiny moist line down to his navel. My tongue teased his bellybutton as my hand took control of him. He wasn't going anywhere until I'd discharged all his ammunition and he was a spent force. Besides, I was still randy and I wanted to see and feel that muscular fountain shooting sperm everywhere. God how I was growing to love cock.
"Let's make this deliver its going away message." I giggled in his ear as he began to writhe with ecstacy. "Besides, I want another look at what I'm going to have bursting inside me in a couple of months," I whispered hoarsely as I increased the tempo, then paused while I flicked my tongue across the tip of that beautiful head.
He was already in the final throes of release. He had worked himself up to fever pitch sending me to the moon and wasn't going to last much longer. I ran my tongue tantalisingly along the length of his shaft, then began to stroke him to deliverance.
His face contorted in seconds as his body went rigid and his staff began its contractions. I laid my head on his chest, hypnotically watching the glistening split at the tip of his penis for the first signs of the impending eruption. I knew what would happen. It was lewd, but I didn't care.
I was mesmerised as the first pearly blast shot onto my cheek, then another, and another. I couldn't help myself. I opened my mouth to the line of fire and tasted my first droplets of the cream of life, as I was coated with that beautifully sticky discharge. I was a sperm-sodden mess.
Then it was over. We revelled in each other in smug satisfaction as we came back to earth. The sexual fires had been well and truly lit within me. They might have eased to a smoulder now, but I knew it would take little to reawaken them. They were fires that would only be quelled by deep and frequent injections from the male of the species. Before I knew it he was showered and gone.
Chapter 4I got a last glimpse of my dear old dad on the dockside as the liner pulled away from the pier. Two pretty dismal weeks had passed since Alan's departure. My "oldies" had been all for the marriage bit, and I'd had daily calls from Alan. Otherwise it had been a pretty uneventful aftermath to a blossoming affair.
The ship was first rate. Big, luxurious, everything you could want for an oceangoing holiday, "apart from a male companion to share the bed with." I thought, as I got to know my cabin mate. She was a bit older than me, a good looker, easy to get on with, but with her own plans and agenda. It looked like being a nice couple of weeks of sun, sea and sights.
My plans didn't include romance. But that didn't mean I couldn't enjoy looking. Speculating privately who was getting into whom. Fantasising about what I'd be having between my legs if my bloke was here with me. "Ah well", I thought. "My turn was coming." Little did I know how true that was to be.
I first noticed him at the dinner table next to mine. He was magnificent. One of the officers, judging from the uniform and epaulettes. My attention had been attracted by the giggling. The women at his table were all over him, competing for his attention, trying to stake a claim to a partner for the trip. I can't say I blamed them. Males were in a shortage, and this one was "doozy" to say the least.
I watched with mild amusement and interest between chats with my tablemates. I guess I felt a bit smug knowing that I had my man all locked up, but I was also a bit envious. I'd come to enjoy the love game, and watching wasn't nearly as much fun as participating. We locked eyes briefly and I thought I detected a "plea for help" before I turned away feigning disinterest. It should have ended there if I'd been smart, but it didn't.
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The first in a series of real events in my early sex lifeI was probably eleven when I first started to be aware of sexual feelings, getting erections and becoming aware of the pleasures my body afforded me. In other words this is when I started having wet dreams and masturbating.Like most boys of this age I was involved in lots of discussions regarding the girls we fancied and although I tried to fit in with most of the others I actually found myself fancying far different people to the norm....
For perhaps the tenth time in as many minutes, Kathryn Gray glanced up at the large clock on the office wall. It had been one of those days that seemed like it would never end. She had a theory that the three-day weekend that waited beyond five o'clock caused time to move much more slowly. A silly theory, she admitted to herself, but as good an explanation as any as to why the day was dragging on forever. Kathryn had been working at Moore and Ryan for nine months now. It had been the...
I had to be dreaming. It was the only answer that made any sense at all. The lovely young woman whose naked body pressed against mine, was nothing more than a figment of my subconscious. I had driven out one last time before I sold my parents' vacation cabin. Arriving after 14 hours of travel, exhausted, I collapsed into the bed fully dressed. As the rain spattered on the window, I laid there remembering waking to find the curtains drawn and the french doors standing open to the morning...
Valerie carefully slid her fingers across the bumps that protruded from the pages on her book, ocassionally stopping to pick up the micro cassette recorder to make some notes for tomorrow's world history class!!! Every so often she would also reach down and scruff Sparky's ears just to reassure herself that he was still there by her side, because having been blind from birth, Valerie's life line to the outside world had at first been her parents and siblings, but as she became older and more...
EroticAwakened He heard the door opening and realized he was trapped. He wasn't supposed to be where he was. The Executive Washroom was for, executives. And William Herrara was many things but an executive with Wilkins, Cortez, Simpson and Dawes wasn't one of them. It wasn't a job ending offense but it wasn't something the regular employees of the firm were supposed to do. William did take liberties in sneaking into the washroom because he was the personal assistant to Mrs. Bianca...
I’m awake. It feels good to stretch and roll over. Ahhh… it's Sunday. No need to get up until I feel like it. She’s breathing softly and steadily, still asleep. Snuggle closer; she’s lying on her back. I like cuddling with her, even when she’s asleep. Even after years of marriage, I still find her sexy as hell. Look at her face from inches away. I love those lips; best kisses and best blowjobs of my life. And those eyes; she has eyelashes to die for. My hand is on her thigh. The skin is soft...
Straight SexI can’t tell you how old I was when I first noticed the difference between the male and female species. Yes there was my mother and I knew her as Mom and I knew Mom dressed differently, but to honestly say I knew there was something different between us other than age really didn’t sink in to my brain until that morning. There was NOTHING sexual about it, no it was an awakening to the realization that there was more than an age difference between me and the females that lived in and around our...
Adam slowly opens his eyes to the dim light of a gray rainy morning casting a glow into the room. He senses the heat of the naked body lying next to him and turns to absorb it. Eve is lying face down on the bed, curly black hair covering her face and neck. Her arms curled above her head exposing the soft curve of her breast. The covers are pulled down to just above her waist, the shadows hiding the delight he knows is there. He is immediately aroused. In his eyes she is perfection. Her toned...
BDSMAwakening By April Drifting awake sore and groggy, there's no pain. There should be but there isn't yet. All I feel is time thick as molasses, and squeezing. Weird pneumatic sounds as my legs are squeezed and held. Hugs from a machine. I am nervous. Do I dare? I squeeze. There's a soreness yet something else. A fullness. I can feel the packing, inside. I have an inside. Tubes in my arms pulling as a hug myself. Is this real? I can feel inside me. I'm sore but I can feel, inside. Sleep...
It has been a few years but the constant curiosity of who it was and why they did it remains a mystery. Let me explain....As a young married couple my wife and I moved to a new neighborhood where we could raise our 2 c***dren. Nice location, nice neighbors at the end of a cul-de-sac. Everything a couple could hope for. My schedule was inconsistant at work and occasionaly my wife and I were working different hours and had little time to see each other except weekends. We made the most of them,...
Awakening by ariel emms (if you enjoy this story, please feel free to let me know or to distribute it to others)...and she collapsed to the floor, nearly unconscious, unable to speak in more than moans and nearly unable to control her limbs - and never to be the same again.________________________?Do we have to go now?? asked Ariel, in a mock-whine. She giggled. ?I only just got my pillow fluffed the way I like!? She was sitting next to Ayla, the taller woman’s arm around her shoulders,...
I had a routine where I would get home from school and head to my room to "do my homework"; which of course required a relaxation session first. Ostensibly to help my concentration, or so I reasoned to myself. I remember the day exactly; it was a Tuesday. Mom always did laundry on Tuesday, but always in the morning while I was at school. The hormonal teenage brain rarely...
You just logged off after spending 2 hours on the computer talking with me, feeling very happy and tired. You walk into the bedroom, changing into what you are wearing to bed, and crawl into the covers. You start to dream of what we talked about... Walking along a nice wooded path, listening to the sounds of nature as we walk. Coming to a pond with a small waterfall we stop and sit. Hold one another close, letting my lips softly touch yours. The kiss going from one of love and compassion to...
Copyright© 2003 I am lying face down on the ground. A dog is nuzzling my neck. It feels good, but seems rather strange. Why would a dog be licking my neck? I don't own a dog. I then awaken to feel you kissing me on the back of my neck. The kissing stops and your fingers start massaging my neck under my hair. Gently your fingers glide up and down. Then lifting my hair you let it slowly fall back on to my neck. Through half open eyes I can see the clock. Good! Over an hour before we have...
Awakening By Hidden Friend Ó Josh’s mind was filled with erotic images as he slept, a strange woman knelt naked before him her mouth closed around his cock as her tongue explored the engorged and swollen purple head. He moaned in his dream and stirred in his sleep, it felt so real, he could feel the teeth brushing his cock shaft as the mouth slid up and down it. Mind fuddled with sleep he came awake, the sensations from his dream seeming to follow him. His body was caressed by cool air as he ...
IncestI woke with a yell, sweating and shaking.This time the dream had been so vivid and horrifying, and yet, even as my heartbeat returned to a normal rhythm, the scenes were blurring in my mind...I clenched my hands in my hair and closed my eyes, trying to remember. If these dreams, as I had begun to suspect, were dark premonitions of the days to come, then any remembered detail could be crucial!I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t notice Lissa until she spoke.“Are you okay, Robin? I heard...
Fantasy & Sci-FiThoughts rushed through my mind as if they were in a race where the winner takes all. Every thought wanted to hook their long talons into my brain. I also struggled with my moaning and groaning body.My bottom cheeks were unhappy sitting on a hard rock and my back strained itself to keep my naked boobs pointed into the wind. Even my folded legs that were knotted in the Lotus position, were complaining about their situation. Only my arms were happy where they rested on my spread legs.However,...
ThreesomesI nodded, and he removed his hand. I took a deep breath and tried to move my head to see. “No, don’t,” he commanded. “I have a surprise for you.” I stilled myself again. “Do you trust me?” He asked. “Not in the lest.” I said with a grin. I heard a snicker from by my legs. “Who’s with you?” I asked with apprehension. I had been sleeping naked and now the blanket was slowly falling off my nude body. “You’ll see, later.” He said. I cold tell by his voice that he was grinning, and from...
Adam slowly opens his eyes to the dim light of a gray rainy morning casting a glow into the room. He senses the heat of the naked body lying next to him and turns to absorb it. Eve is lying face down on the bed, curly black hair covering her face and neck. Her arms curled above her head exposing the soft curve of her breast. The covers are pulled down to just above her waist, the shadows hiding the delight he knows is there. He is immediately aroused. In his eyes she is perfection. Her toned...
Introduction: short story, will continue if u like it Having my little sister share the cramped room in our mums apartment with me was never a good thing, and when she invited her friend, Holly, to sleep, things got even worse, and, as I had just hit puberty and I couldnt control my cocks urges to make itself stand like a steel rod, I was in despair. Holly turned up at around three in the afternoon, her mum dropped her off with her stuff and, as she unloaded her stuff onto my sisters bed, my...
Jessica and Luke are a 22-year-old couple who are perfect for each other, they complement each other's strengths and cancel out each other's weaknesses. And always push each other to do the best they know they can be. Jessica is thicc, has very long dark blue hair (great for pulling while they fuck), a half sleeve tattoo along with her right thigh tattooed as well and a massive heart. She is currently at uni studying health and social so she can be a carer, also does bank work for the NHS so...
BDSMYou wake up from an awful dream, but you remembered something from it you can't stop thinking about. You. Are. God. You dismiss the idea as you get up and grab a drink of water from the tap. You think it couldn't hurt to try, right? Suddenly you're no longer in your apartment, you're in space, looking down at earth. You feel terrified and exhilarated at the same time as you wonder the possibilities, you start to not be able to breath. You panic for a second, but dismiss the panic and breath...
Mind ControlI've lived in the same house for 30 years. I've always seen and talked to the same people so I didn't really know any strangers. Everything in my life was well-ordered and routine. I was a staid, well respected member of the community. Well, that changed earlier this year when I met Sasha. The day Sasha moved in, I was planting two new rosebushes to replace the ones that didn't make it through the winter. I couldn't help but watch as some of the most beautiful furniture I had ever seen was...
LesbianI awoke with a start. Breathing heavily, I wipe the sleep from my eyes. As I try to steady my breathing and calm my racing heart I ponder what just happened. Is it possible for a female orgasm during a dream? That's what you are, right? My mind stills for a moment and I realize my bare thighs are warm and wet and there's an aching in my center that I am all to familiar with. I reach down and discover that my plump pussy is ripe do very ripe for the taking. I run two fingers through my...
From just this side of slumberI hear her soft voice tell me that she can't sleep,and yet to me she seems so deepinside a dream of my own making.She slowly turns away and I feelthe soft, round flesh of her bottom brushagainst my slightly bent leg -- a rushof electricity every time.She pushes back further untilI feel the delicate dampness between her cheeks,and with no sound this movement speaks,and I am always ready to listen.Pulling away the sheet to expose our naked flesh,I glide my open lips...
He stepped into the room and she lay there asleep, the blanket barely covering her naked body. Her alabaster skin glowed in the early morning haze as she shifted her body, revealing her breasts. Her nipples stiffened in the morning air. Leaning over the bed, he softly blew onto her breasts, seeing her nipples react. With the sweetest touch, he took her left nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue over the sensitive mound, and gliding the skin over the tips of his teeth. She stirred at this...
For all these years she had been fulfilling her duty as a wife and working mother, working in the office throughout the week and managing the home and her family on either side of the day. She was always busy, but somehow found the energy to keep going. Perhaps it was the gym sessions: the only time in the day she had time to herself, when she could even feel herself. Weights, Zumba, stretching - this was the time when she could feel alive in her body, feel it all stretch and push, feel the...
Since I had first started my maturing I had never really seen myself as being my male body. Whenever I would have sex dreams it would always be from a women’s point of view. Eventually, it became my second self. I didn’t especially hate my male body, I just was never especially fussed about it or at home in it. I had no frame of reference on whether my cock was anything to write home about because my only reference point was through porn. During my later years, I started to experiment with my...
CrossdressingThanks to Lubrican and Three Sheets for editing and guiding me.Special thanks to Old Fart for the kick in the pants that got me writing again. "Hold still, Maggie" said my best friend Sara, laughing as she captured a stray mahogany lock and pinned it with the rest of my hair piled on top of my head. "Or we won't ever get to the party." The Halloween costume gala Mama and Daddy have held for the past ten years in the ballroom of the Grand Moon Hotel was underway. You have to be sixteen to...
Justin and I have been married for seven years now and we're very happy together. Our sex is great, even if it does get a bit routine every so often. We enjoy racing and have friends, Todd and Cindy, who also like to go to car races. The race I remember best was the one in Charlotte where we booked a large suite for the four of us for the weekend. We went down on Friday night and would come back home on Sunday evening after all the events were over. We checked in around six and dropped our...
I was fourteen years old, and have been raised only by my father in an extremely protected environment. One day, having come home before I was expected, I saw our pretty Hispanic housekeeper sitting on the kitchen table, our gardener standing between her spread legs, the top of her uniform open, his lips suckling at her breast. It was all more than I could have imagined. I had barely seen a man and woman kissing, not being allowed to see movies unless my father approved them, not being allowed...
18-year-old Josh's mind was filled with erotic images as he slept, a strange woman knelt naked before him her mouth closed around his cock as her tongue explored the engorged and swollen purple head. He moaned in his dream and stirred in his sleep, it felt so real, he could feel the teeth brushing his cock shaft as the mouth slid up and down it. Mind fuddled with sleep he came awake, the sensations from his dream seeming to follow him. His body was caressed by cool air as he realized his...
I gave Erika 30 minutes to clean herself up and come back downstairs. She had 5 minutes left. I sat on the couch and flipped through the channels. Not really paying attention to anything on TV, I was more interested in what had just happened. My incredibly gorgeous eighteen-year-old tenant couldn’t pay her rent so she thought she could barter sex in exchange. I countered her offer with mine: be my sex slave for a month. She accepted. I looked around and saw her clothes and underwear scattered...
Dear Friends, This is my first attempt of penning down an encounter in my life which still fills my heart with strong feelings. I am basically from Goa, having my business operating from there. Because of my business compulsions I need to travel to neighboring state cities especially Belgaum, Dharwad, Hubli etc. This happened in those days when I was travelling back from Belgaum to Goa during the month of July. There a shorter route which is actually a forest internal road. This road is open to...
Empty Cups She put on her bra, and sighed. It didn't fit, couldn't fit, because she had nothing to fill it with. She could still remember the first time she had wore one as a young boy. She had snuck into her mother's room and put it on. She realized she had the same problem now as she had then, nothing to fill the empty cups. The only outfit of her mother's that had looked "right" was her bathing suit, as it had a padded top. It took her a long time to acknowledge that she wanted...
My name is Sylvia, a widow now for 15 years and my daughter in law is Maria, Divorced for 10 yrs and her son is Albert I am 68 tall slim build tall and have average looks Maria is medium high about 5’6 and a size 14-16 Albert is 20, a strapping young man 6’ average build with good looks. This is my story...... It all started just as we were closing our newly purchased alfresco dinner in the city, the day had been slow, impressed we were not, When a gentleman came in and enquired about the...
Anastasia Knight is driving on the highway when she decides to call her girlfriend, Georgia Jones, to see how her day at work is going. Her day is going better than Anastasia can imagine! Her secretary, Natasha Nice, has just taken off her panties and has handed them to Georgia as a gift. Georgia takes a big whiff and smiles at the sweet smell. As Natasha shakes her tits in front of Georgia, Anastasia has no idea of what ‘s going on at the office. Despite that, she decides to start...
xmoviesforyouSo while he was turned away I attached my strapon to myself with a medium sized dildo(there was no one around as it was a wooded area).and then I told him to turn around.............Well you should have seen his face when he saw me stood there with my black dildo attached to myself...'what the fuck' he said.............'yea what the fuck' I said............'thought you wanted to be a real man,never mind pity,I'll go to the Rugby Club where there are real men who can take this'.and I pretended...
Beth Ann Durke couldn't be any less conscious of the male eyes appraising her enhanced young curves as she, accompanied by her outlandishly dressed husband, treaded the familiar sidewalks of the Edgemont Heights shopping center. His whispering dispatches that this 'punk' and that 'bastard' had just undressed her, dribbled off the voluptuous blonde wife like water off the proverbial duck's back. She had just over-played her starring role, then upstaged her own self in the manner of a...
First attempt at a story if is fictional I hope you enjoy it and please excuse the spelling and grammar It was a strange day I had been back in the UK for a while waiting for my visa to be approved to go back to the Middle East.The company that was handling this was based in London and I had some more paperwork that they needed to assist the visa application.I purchased my ticket, waiting on the platform of the village station there was nothing to take my interest the train pulled in and I got...
He’d been gone almost 3 weeks. Three long, long weeks she’d said to herself as she opened the door and looked out over their land. The breeze came blowing at her. It was a warm breeze and now the sun was up in the sky, shining brightly upon her glorious face. Still each morning she’d come out and look out into the tall grasses along with their plantings and still Gloria smiled, openly knowing only one man could make her feel this way, the man who came and took her away from the past. At one...
Hi, I am Sagar. This is my first story on . This is especially for single boys who fantasize about their mom getting fucked. Coming to the story, we are a family of 4 members me, my mom, dad, and my elder sister. We live in a small house with only 2 rooms. My sister and I share a single bedroom and mom-dad in another room. Dad is a doctor but is mostly out of the house due to his work. My sister Priya is 26 years old and works in an IT company and has a very desi girl figure with boobs slightly...
IncestPart I: Full Fur Jacket I wore my kitty ears last night. It felt good. My Mistress, the lovely and amazing Mistress Laura, had asked me to wear them the next time I was online, so, of course, I did. The events of last night? Well, perhaps I won’t share the details, and I certainly won’t admit to peeing in a bowl before going to bed and drinking every last drop, still hungry for an orgasm, yet satisfied that I could make her cum. No, I think I’ll keep those details private, and just share...
FetishPossession By webslut I am caught in a trap partially of my own making: caught between the devil and the deep blue sea, as it were, ensnared by my need to serve and submit totally to a woman and torn between that desire and the horrible, sickening realization that my wife is sleeping with another man... and I am helpless to stop it. My mind is awash in conflicting thoughts and emotions. Arousal at the thought of being so utterly dominated, that weak-kneed feeling of being owned...
"Dad," my twenty-one year old daughter called out, "It's Mom on the phone - she wants to talk to you." I groaned inwardly. If my wife wanted to talk, it meant only one thing - she wanted more money. Either that, or another costly favor. "Just a minute, sweetie," I shouted back, "I'll get it." To my relief, my daughter replied, "Wait - don't bother. I'll bring it out myself." Ah! This was life Darcy. Lazy, relaxed, and most of all, pampered by an adult daughter who still views...
Her name was Savannah, and she was just kind of a ditz. She was a bit stuck up and had this sense of entitlement because she grew up in a well-off family and men had always given her all the attention she could ever ask for. She was fairly tall, maybe 5'8 or 5'9, and had a slender, lithe body from all the yoga she did.I met her at my restaurant. She was a cocktail waitress, and received plenty of attention from the drunk, horny men she served. They would heap gobs of money at her in tips, as if...
“Why did I do it? Von Solon was worthy. Indeed, he internalized the cultural attitudes of Haven and gathered women desiring a strong protector. Once he started the process of gathering female resources, I helped out with medical nanomite technology. It was not only because my programming dictated protecting him; I enhanced Von because he had valuable traits of intelligence, bravery, flexibility, and a dedication to our children. His loyalty and self-sacrifice for his family was...
After weeks of pestering him his friends finally convinced Matt to either take pictures, or better yet, videos of his mom naked. He decided the best way to do it was to set up a camera in his dads closet and wait in there until his mom got home from work. She arrived home around the same time, called for Matt and once she thought he wasn’t home headed upstairs to change. She was in one of her blue business suits that was purposely cut a little too low and the skirt a little too short. She...
The sc***l heating had broken down so we were sent home. As the next bus to my village was not until 4pm Pauline said to me "Come round to ours". As it was so cold and wet I accepted.We got to her house accompanied by Pauline's friend Anne who was in the same cl**s . The house was empty ."Mum's not back till 5" said Pauline "what shall we do?""Let's get out of these wet things" Anne stated " You go into the bathroom and throw your wet things on the landing and Pauline will bring you some dry...
Having such a huge dick; sizing almost eight inches’ long and very thick; it was easy to keep my sexy Ana well satisfied every time we fucked…But some months ago she started to beg me to perform oral sex on her after fucking her in a wild manner, stealing from her some intense loud orgasms.Anita sometimes yelled at me during intercourse, begging me for more; but sometimes she lay there quiet, just feeling my cock was hurting her…One night she finally told me she wished I had a bigger cock, just...