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Things went fairly smoothly that day, despite the size of the group; Bet and I actually had time to plan for Drop Number Five of the current mission -- which would be my nineteenth career drop. When we went off-cycle, Kellie and Vickie were right there; I was tempted to let them off the hook for round three, but Kellie would hear none of it declaiming, "I'm here and I'm happy about it, and I owe a lot to you. I have the rest of my life to thank Tom and Mom."

"Well, okay," I shrugged. After all it was an ass fuck, which could go either way. "My quarters again?" She nodded and the pair of them followed me.

Bet was there, but she left as soon as we arrived. I was kind of confused as to how we should do things -- pretty ambivalent, actually. "What about warm-up?"

"I could suck you," Kellie offered.

"That wouldn't warm YOU up," I pointed out, "It's a lot less fun going in cold."

"Why don't you lick her and I'll take care of you?" Vickie asked.

"That should work, if we can arrange ourselves properly," I admitted. The trick was going to be hitting everything that needed hitting; I needed there to get Kellie's pussy going and tongue her ass some, then probably go in doggie. Add to that Vickie trying to get at my cock, and there could certainly be issues... Eventually, we settled on Kellie squatting over my face while Vickie knelt over my cock. That let me reach both her pussy and her back hole easily; I'm not a rim-job type but I knew it would help open her up. That, and some lube I had lying around, would get me in, I figured.

Kellie loved tongue -- front AND back -- and Vickie was a virtuoso; I had to wave her away to keep from wasting a cum in her mouth -- not that it would have been a waste, really... But Kellie's little bunghole was winking regularly, so I blindly waved for the lube bottle and Vickie took it and lubed me up. I slid out from under Kellie to reposition -- and discovered that I had an audience. Bet had collected Tina and she was watching with big eyes.

That lent a little spice to things; Kellie picked her up when she turned her head to watch me, and I think it had a similar effect on her. For an anal virgin, she took my insertion well; I made sure her little bung stayed damp all the way in, working it slowly and reaching underneath to finger her tight pink twat and keep her getting happy signals from her bottom half. Once I was in deep, I started moving slowly, then jacked it up as she adapted.

There was too much lube for a while; it was so slick that I wasn't getting much. But things improved after a minute or so. I wanted Kellie happy, and she was beginning to grunt a bit, so I cast around for something to keep her going. Vickie was out; I wasn't going to set the bar where incest was concerned; Bet was there, but that was an imposition, in my opinion. That left Tina... "Get over here and see if you can diddle her clit a little and help her stay happy!" I directed.

Tina didn't look thrilled, but Bet growled, "Go on, it won't hurt you. Think about how it's gonna be when he sticks that thing up YOUR ass!" Tina got moving. She leaned in and reached under Kellie to diddle her, which brought her more or less nose to bellybutton with me; out of politeness, I rubbed her back and stretched myself to play with her ass a bit. I wasn't up for serious distractions, though; she got whatever I could spare while I poked Kellies guts to my heart's content -- which turned out to be about ten minute's worth. I think she got a little pop, but not anything amazing; I got a good, solid cum -- not anything Earth-shattering, but I let go with three or four good squirts.

Anal sex runs the gamut from oddly clean to horribly messy; this was close to the clean end, probably because of all the lube. Still, I didn't plan well -- Bet sent Tina to the nearest head for some wipes. When Tina returned, I put her on cleanup detail, telling her, "You'd better make sure it's squeaky clean -- you never know where it's going next..." This was all smoke -- I had no plans to do anything with Tina -- but she was VERY careful about cleaning my cock, and after a close examination, she wrapped her lips around it.

I'd been busy being nice to Kellie -- cuddling her since I knew that she hadn't had the most incredible of experiences. When I gasped, she giggled, "Now you've done it!"

"Huh?" Okay, the little head drains all of the blood from my brain and I get slow...

"First you got her hot, so she could get over being a big chicken, then you put a dick in her hands..." Kellie giggled again. "You've created a monster, wait and see! She's wanted one of those for YEARS!"

Kellie was right; Tina was making like a vacuum cleaner. "Yikes!" I grunted, "Easy with the teeth!" Tina didn't back off to apologize, but she got that piece under control.

Vickie waved and headed for the door, "Looks like you need the space. Come on, Kellie."

"I want to watch," Kellie argued. Then she moved her lips in an exaggerated manner without making any sound. I didn't know what she said, but Vickie cackled and headed out. Bet said, "Well, you might as well get your pound of flesh, since she's busy cutting it off and handing it to you. I'm gonna go see Tom."

"Yeah, sure, okay..." I was powerfully distracted. Kellie got up off my bunk and circled around to pull Tina's shorts off; Tina stood to let her do it, but she didn't let go of her lip lock on my cock once.

"Can you do for her what you did for me?" Kellie asked.

"What?" Yeah, I wasn't all there.

"Stretch out on your back and let her straddle you and, you know..."

"Oh," I grunted. "Yeah, I can do that." Movement and adjustment meant that Tina had to stop -- but she wouldn't let go. I compromised by holding the back of her head while I settled back and stretched out. Tina rotated herself around gingerly and I found myself looking at a not terribly huge looking gash between a pair of narrow thighs with a little fluff thin, fairly straight hair on its mound that swept in from the edges toward the center making a natural 'V' pointed at her clit. I put my hands on her hips just above her ass and tugged her down and she repositioned her knees so she could fold them more and drop in close and I stuck out my tongue and started exploring...

... And learned instantly all about girls with under-slung jaws and sixty-nine! Tina went "Oomph!" as soon as my tongue touched her clit, and buried her face in my crotch; my cock went 'Pop!' and slid right into her throat! I think she was as shocked as I was, but she knew a good thing when she felt it; feeling my cock enter her throat became a regular feature of her blowjob. Meanwhile, I clutched her to me because her hips danced all over the place when I tongued her twat, her thighs jumping and shaking.

This couldn't last -- and it didn't. I wasn't very long at all before she wailed, "MMMMMMMMPPPHHH!!!" around my cock and started shimmying like nobody's business. The built-in hum job and watching her pussy lips throw themselves open and closed while juice dripped onto my tongue set me off in her throat! She backed off, but she was still moaning, so I kept blasting while I licked her clitty and watched her pussy lips invite me to split her hymen.

I settled down after three or four good squirts, but Tina kept vacuuming, so I kept licking. Finally, she popped up and gasped, "Oh my God! Fuck me, PLEEEEASE!"

"Climb on, then," I gasped, knowing I hadn't gone down. Tina fairly spun in the air above me and ended up straddling my hips, facing me. "What are you, a fucking gymnast?" I gasped.

"Six years," she replied, raising herself so that my cock, which was busy sliming her ass-crack with pre-cum, cleared her pussy -- then she grasped it and settled her little hole over it.

There WAS a hymen there -- I'd seen it -- but it had looked pretty much defeated before I got there. I finished the job -- or, rather, Tina did, with the help of my erection. She winced as my glans passed her opening, and basically, that was it; I found myself surprised that such a tiny-looking twat was absorbing my length so readily. Then she was up and down on it like she was posting on an English saddle, puffing and gasping, her eyes rolling.

"Go, Tina, go!" Kellie giggled in the background. I got the impression that there were two giggles, but I couldn't tell for sure without looking, and it just didn't seem worth it to bother, since Kellie was near the door and effectively above my head.

I let Tina handle things; all I could do was get in her way. She was an impressive fuck -- wild! For twenty minutes, I don't think I felt the same spot on her pussy walls in two consecutive strokes once -- which actually extended my control, as I couldn't scratch the same itchy place on my cock enough in her to trigger a cum. Finally, though, after she lit off for what must have been the sixth time, she idled a few strokes and I blew a SERIOUS nut into her; all in all it had to be the damnedest piece of ass I'd ever had!

Tina collapsed atop me to the sound of a lot of clapping and giggling. I cranked my head around and Kellie and Becky were both standing there. "Y'all go on about your business," I grunted. "Tell Bet to lock down the pods -- I can't seem to get up..." This brought more giggles, and Kellie acknowledged me by saying, "Yes, sir!" which was more respect than I expected, frankly. I heard the door close, but I was down three nuts and wasted and covered by a hundred pounds of bony female; I didn't hear anything else...

I awakened in a sandwich; the ass crack my morning woody was nestled in was a lot more plush than I remembered Tina's as being. From the feel of things, Tina was behind me. "Hey, there, Super-Stud, rise and shine!" Bet's voice sounded above me. I opened one eye; so who the fuck owned the grapefruit-sized tit I was holding?

"He's risen already," a voice giggled -- Becky? Blonde hair... "My ass is gooey."

"Becky?" I asked, "Didn't I tell you to go on about your business?"

"This IS my business!" Becky retorted. "I owe you three fucks!"

"Yeah, well, maybe -- I must've been insane, coming up with that."

"Hey, I watched you with Tina and heard ALL ABOUT what you did with Kellie -- I've got NO PROBLEM paying up!" Becky retorted. "But I don't have any cherries..." she added impishly.

Somehow I wasn't surprised. "I don't have a lot of time, apparently," I told her, "We may have to put this off until later."

"I woke you up early, knowing how popular you are all of a sudden," Bet simpered. "Go ahead and poke her -- you have time."

"Do my ass," Becky hissed. "I like it there. Kellie says you know how to take it easy."

"No lube," I pointed out.

"You're gooey, and I'm not cherry," she retorted. "It's actually better if it isn't so slick, isn't it?"

Shrugging, I backed and filled, poking around for her asshole. It found me, it seemed like. "Yeah," she grunted. "Press slow -- I'll open up." She did, too -- I sank slowly into her ass -- which was tight, but wasn't fighting me every millimeter of the way. "Oooohhh, that's nice!" she moaned. I became aware that she was masturbating furiously. "Let's do it on the floor," she gasped, and started moving; I had to follow or have my dick broken off at the root. It was two feet to the floor, but she did this all-fours thing and then settled downward. I stumbled along behind, anchored by my cock and an arm around her waist and we ended up with her on her hands and knees with her legs spread and me draped over her, still embedded. I jacked myself up to the vertical and started sliding in and out and she pushed one hand out in front of her to brace and resumed rubbing her gash with the other and we were in business.

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Krissy's Number One Fan by Pamela ([email protected]) "What's that show you're watching?" Mrs. Davidson said to her ten year old son Timmy. She had left the kitchen where she had been cooking to tell Timmy to wash up and get ready for dinner; they would be eating soon. "It's the Krissy show!" Timmy said without looking up. "Is she that new teen sensation that everyone's talking about?" "Yeah mom, Krissy is just the greatest." Timmy's mom watched as a cute girl...

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The Number

It would be Chinese food tonight. My return flight from Philadelphia to Atlanta always left from either the B or C terminal and each had only one restaurant, this one and one with a rock music theme where I always had a burger. By the time I got this far I was always so tired from the lines at airport security and the hassle of traffic and dropping off my rental car that I didn't much care what I ate. The restaurant was packed but there was one open stool on the far side of the bar, the one...

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From Lady Elizabeth to number 9

From Lady Elizabeth to Number 9   I had everything, a title, wealth, a lovely home, many friends, but no-one special.    All my friends deferred to my wealth and position, but I craved someone to control me.    I had once tentatively suggested this to a boy-friend, but his ideas were exactly  opposite, and I    never saw him again. Since then I had nursed my ideas in secret.    One day I had been surfing the net for some time when I found a link to a society    which offered to enact...

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Jessicas Number Part 2 of 4

Introduction: 10 years after the Gender War came the National Femal Culling Agency or NFC for short with this agency all women were forced to register for the National and state meat lotery and wait for there number to be called. Jessicas Number Story: #4 Copyright 2004 Written: December 14 2004 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed By: Ay-Wun Please send any comments about this story to([email protected]) ********************************************************************* Part 2 of 4 – 10 Years...

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The wrong number

This is a true story from our distant past. I hope you enjoy it!---------------------------Have you ever spoken to someone on the phone thinking they were someone else? I have. One day at work I thought I was calling my wife, but apparently I had dialed the wrong number. The woman who answered sounded just like my wife. We chatted for about 10 or 15 minutes before one of us finally asked a simple question that we both should have known the answer too but the the other one could not answer it....

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Test subject number 4 Part 1

Dear Reader, please be informed that English is not my first language and I apologies if my poor grammar offends you. I started to learn English late in life and did it on my own. One of the main reason to learn English was to read Fictionmania :) After visiting it for many years I would like to give something back and contribute if not by good language skills than by ideas. Feel free to use my ideas and rewrite the story as long as you mentioning me and profit is not involved...

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Jessicas Number Part 2 of 4

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Formula Number 9

Formula Number 9 A Fictional Story written by Reif DISCLAIMER: This is adult fiction with heavy transgender elements, if you find that in any way offensive, or you are under the age of majority then stop reading NOW. No character in this story is meant to resemble any actual person living or dead. This is a non commercial work of fiction. All rights are fully retained by the author excepting trademarks and other materials as noted. No poet sings because he must...

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From A Wrong Number To Sex Buddy 8211 The Beginning

Have patience cause it’s gonna be lengthy. I can’t explain or narrate the story without the beginning of the event/incident. So please bear with me. So, this happened in Chennai while I was pursuing my Masters there. One afternoon, during my class hours, I was getting continuous calls from an unknown number. As my class was going on, I cut the call and messaged an automatic text saying I will call ’em back as soon as I get free. Later, I didn’t receive any calls and I called em back as soon as...

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Apartment Number Four

Summertime was always a tough time to keep occupied. I was away at college for most of the year and when I came home I found I’d lost contact with a lot of my friends. I worked long hours at the local store but on my days off I tended to just stay in bed wanking or walking around the local neighbourhood seeing what was going on. The rest of my family were at work through the day therefore I’d help out around the house doing the laundry and suchlike. Not very exciting I know but it...

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Wrong Number Right Woman

I'd only been home from the hospital for a couple of weeks. Divorced for over two years now, I lived alone ... in a home that was far bigger than what I needed. I knew, especially now ... that in time I'd probably need to sell it, find a different place to live. But I had enough on my plate already, there'd be time enough for that when I got used to everything. If I ever did. You see ... I'd been in a car accident, and had lost my right leg just below the knee because of it. I'd of course...

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The Wrong Number

I picked up my cell phone and answered it without looking at the display. A sobbing, female voice said, “Daddy?” Being that I had no children, I responded, “I’m not your Dad. I think you have the wrong number.” “Sorry,” she sobbed. “Pardon me, I’ll try again.” A few moments later, my phone rang again. A considerably calmer voice replied to my ‘Hello?’ with, “Oh, no. Did I misdial again?” I said, “That’s OK. You misdialed twice now and got me both times. It bothers me to hear a girl cry. You’re...

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Number 11 is Her Lucky Number Blacken

The reservations had been made at Mattalio's, and the place was buzzing. Jessica got lusty stares from the men, and envy and hate from the women as she strutted back to their table. As they ordered and ate, Jessica enjoyed glancing around and catching the many eyes staring at her. The waiter seemed to hover over her shoulder and she caught him several times looking down the top of her dress. As men walked by and looked at her, she would shyly drop her eyes and stare at their crotches. She...

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Small Town Small StreetChapter 4 Number 5 and Number 7

There is not much to be said about number 5. In this case you could talk about 'provincial' and 'boring', or maybe I just do not know what has been going on earlier. Today it is occupied by an old couple in their eighties, and all the years I lived in the street there was no hanky panky with them. A retired fisherman he is a stout and weather-beaten man, and she is your archetype grandmother and great grandmother. Solid, kind, always busy and taking care of a lot of things. But number 7...

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The House at Number Seventeen

Theodore F Walker was back in Vienna. Passers-by would have seen a slim man in his early fifties strolling in the early spring evening, apparently with no fixed objective. In that they would have been mistaken. Theo was early for his appointment by design: it gave him time to make a small detour. At the narrow entrance to Auergasse he paused briefly. The door to Number Seventeen was hidden from view beyond a shallow bend. Ten years ago, when his tour of duty ended, it had been painted dark...

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wrong number

I'd been using a telephone dating service for a few months now. I've talked to many women on the line. Never really exchanged numbers with any of them. Most of these women are being cautious sometimes too cautious. Not really ready to open up to anyone. Maybe if they listen to my posted greeting they might just open up a little bit. Two days ago a lady named Marisol sent me a message along with her phone number. I called the number. "may I speak to Marisol?" I asked. "I'm sorry but you have the...

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Surprised via a wrong number fiction

I'd been using a telephone dating service for a few months now. I've talked to many women on the line. Never really exchanged numbers with any of them. Most of these women are being cautious sometimes too cautious. Not really ready to open up to anyone. Maybe if they listen to my posted greeting they might just open up a little bit. Two days ago a lady named Marisol sent me a message along with her phone number. I called the number. "may I speak to Marisol?" I asked. "I'm sorry but you have the...

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Surprised via a wrong number fiction

I'd been using a telephone dating service for a few months now. I've talked to many women on the line. Never really exchanged numbers with any of them. Most of these women are being cautious sometimes too cautious. Not really ready to open up to anyone. Maybe if they listen to my posted greeting they might just open up a little bit. Two days ago a lady named Marisol sent me a message along with her phone number. I called the number. "may I speak to Marisol?" I asked. "I'm sorry but you have the...

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The Magic Number

Everyone has had the experience standing line at the convenience store, usually holding 7 items because there wasn't a lousy basket to put them in, waiting for some jerk to decide on his magic numbers in the lottery. These idiots are convinced they will hit that one number and their lives will suddenly change and they will start over with everything they ever wanted. You see the same ones every week because the magic number still eludes them. Today Harry hit his magic number...

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The Wrong Number

I was separated and in the process of divorce so I had plenty of freedom to explore my need to suck cock. I hadn't seen Jack in almosts two years when I sent him a text message expressing my insatiable need to clean out his pipes again. Jack wasn't black and only had an average cock but at least I knew he was clean. After a while without a reply, I wondered if Jack had text message service on his phone. I was horny to feel him ejaculate in my mouth and get a good taste of his seed before...

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The House at Number Seventeen

Theodore F Walker was back in Vienna. Passers-by would have seen a slim man in his early fifties strolling in the early spring evening, apparently with no fixed objective. In that they would have been mistaken. Theo was early for his appointment by design: it gave him time to make a small detour. At the narrow entrance to Auergasse he paused briefly. The door to Number Seventeen was hidden from view beyond a shallow bend. Ten years ago, when his tour of duty ended, it had been painted...

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Fate and the Wrong Number

This story is based on true events, names of course changed. I answered my cell phone and heard a sweet voice say: “ Sally?” There was no one named Sally in my life, but I decided to mess with her and her sexy voice. In my most breathless sexy voice I could muster, I half whispered: “Sally, oh my god is this Sara?” She said, “No, this is Connie, why has something happened to Sally?” I said, “Connie, I had to dump Sally, she just couldn’t fulfill my needs. There was a pause, then she...

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