Happy Holidays!
Here is the last picture of my fiance’s body, I hope you have enjoyed the pictures!
My Fiance's Body 06
Monday, December 28, 2015
Sunday, December 27, 2015
My Fiance's Body 05
Happy Holidays!
Here is your second to the last picture of my fiance’s body!
Enjoy!
My Fiance's Body 05
Saturday, December 26, 2015
Christmas Gift
He entered the living room and paused to admire the Christmas tree, which sat glowing in the early morning light filling the living room with gentle radiance since he had forgotten to unplug it when he went to bed the night before. The gap under the tree was stuffed with gifts, his parents way of apologizing for leaving him at home while they jetted off on a luxury vacation with his sister.
He sat down on the couch, yawning sleepily and pulled up skype on his laptop. He was annoyed when he noticed that his parents weren’t online yet until he realized that the bahamas were several hours behind him since they were in a different time zone. Muttering darkly to himself and lamenting the fact that he had not bothered to research this the night before when he was setting his alarm he was about to head back to the warm embrace of his bed when he noticed a large box that he was positive was not there the night before when he went to bed.
He frowned confused. If this was some sort of ploy by a robber he couldn’t see the point of it. Although the box was easily large enough to hold a full grown person it wouldn’t make any sense for a robber to break into his house and then wait in a box to surprise him. Though he supposed that one of his friends might think that was a fine idea of a joke at his expense. Convinced by now that he had figured out where the box had come from he started to open it, ready for whichever of his friends was lying in wait to pop out at him.
As the box opened the words he had intended to use to turn the tides on his friend died on his lips. Where he had expected an adult male poised to surprise him instead he was greeted by a beautiful, and mostly naked, woman. Appearing to be in her mid 20’s large full breasts and shoulder length blonde hair adorned a body that was obscured only by a short skirt that was vaguely christmas like in nature and a red Santa hat, neither of which did anything to conceal her perfectly formed body. Her box now open she sauntered out and wandered into the living room. He was momentarily struck dumb in shock.
“Uhhh… Who are you?” he asked, finding his voice at last.
She looked over at him as he spoke and her face broke into a wide smile that redirected the blood from his brain to portions of his body a bit further south. “Why I am your Christmas present of course!” she said as if that should be perfectly obvious.
“From who?” he asked. He was slightly amazed that he was able to string two words together in a coherent fashion given how much of his blood was currently gathered in regions below his belt.
“Why from Santa of course silly!” She replied with glee. “Now don’t you want to come and finish unwrapping your present?” She asked one hand trailing suggestively towards the miniscule skirt that hung ineffectually at her waist.
Although he was still not entirely sure what was happening it was at this point that he lost the ability to form rational thoughts or do more than follow his animal instincts as what was left of his higher level reasoning was redirected to his throbbing erection. With her encouragement his hands found the warm supple flesh of her breasts and he ceased to question anything that was happening. Their mouths met in wordless passion as their tongues fought each other for dominance. She pawed at him in an effort to divest him of the clothing that was inhibiting her hands and he obligingly stripped down. As their hands roamed each others bodies the heat between them grew. She moaned into his ear as his hands cupped her ass, pulling her forcefully against him. His stiff cock pressed against her stomach.
She dropped to her knees in front of him, his erect cock in her face. Her lips parted and wrapped themselves gently around the head of his cock. She slid her way slowly down his shaft, taking as much of him into her mouth as she was able before she risked hitting the back of her throat and making an unladylike gagging noise. Working her way back towards the head of his shaft she started to repeat the sequence. Slowly she increased her speed, bobbing along his cock. With her free hand she started to massage his balls, cupping and squeezing them while her mouth worked. He moaned loudly and she blew him with a near obscene amount of skill. Although he had dated a few girls who were fairly adept with their oral skills, none of them came close to this unnamed Christmas present. He could feel his balls start to tighten, a warning that he was going to cum, and he quickly freed his cock from her mouth since he wasn’t ready to be done having fun yet.
He bent her down on all fours, her body bending to his gentle pressure until her bare breasts were pressed against the soft fabric of the family couch. He slid his cock back and forth through the outer lips of her pussy, gathering the moisture of her arousal on the head of his cock before sliding it firmly between her lips. She gasped softly as his cock speared its way inside of her, stretching her cunt around his intruding member. He grasped her hips, pulling her body against his before shoving her away again with the force of his thrusts. The muscles of her pussy gripped his cock deliciously as he slid in and out of her wet hole. Her body radiated an amazing amount of warmth, and it was all that he could do not to cum immediately. All at once she announced that she was cumming, the front half of her body collapsing against the couch, her hips only staying in position due to his tight grip upon them. She shook and thrashed as her orgasm rocked through her. The muscles of her cunt squeezed and gripped his cock with vice like strength and it was too much for him to take. His cock exploded inside of her, coating her womb with his cum while her cunt squeezed every last drop out of him.
A sound intruded, breaking through his contentment.
He sat up in bed, bolting upright and throwing the covers from him as he sat up in surprise. As the last vestiges of sleep fled he looked around, trying to piece together what had happened. The dream had been so real, so real in fact that his boxers were soaked in cum. He looked at the cock and realized that it was Christmas day, time to get ready to skype with his family.
Instead of feeling disappointed, or annoyed, he decided that that dream, and the woman with the perfect cunt, was probably the best gift he was going to get that year. He lay back in bed, letting his racing heart slow to its normal pace.
“Merry Christmas” He thought to himself…
Christmas Gift
Friday, December 25, 2015
My Fiance's Body 03
Merry Christmas!
Here is day three of my fiance’s body, some more of her perfect breasts!
Enjoy!
My Fiance's Body 03
Thursday, December 24, 2015
My Fiance's Body 02
Merry Christmas!
Here is day two of my fiance’s body. Keep letting us know what you think!
My Fiance's Body 02
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
My Fiance's Body 01
Merry Christmas!
In honor of the holiday season my fiance has allowed me to share some selected shots of her body with my readers. So for the next few days I will share some pictures of her beautiful breasts and pussy. We would both love any comments you care to make.
Here is day one, tell us what you think!
My Fiance's Body 01
Saturday, December 12, 2015
Sex in a Taxi
The taxi pulled up to the terminal gate at the Portland International airport, fighting its way through the unending flow of traffic as people hurried to and from their planes.
She shuffled through her purse quickly, her heart rate jumping rapidly. She was positive that she had seen her credit card in here somewhere when she left the house, but now that it was time to pay she couldn’t find it anywhere. The taxi driver sighed loudly in obvious annoyance at the delay. She finished tearing her purse apart and came to the unhappy conclusion that her credit card simply was not here.
“Problem?” The drive asked, his voice filled with scorn. Appearing to be around the age of 30 he had a body that appeared to have been lovingly crafted by long hours at the gym, and the frown on his face said that he was not the kind of person that you wanted to disappoint, for your own safety.
“Well I seem to have lost my wallet…” she muttered, she could feel her face flushing red in shame. She had never had something like this happen before. She wasn’t sure what happened to people who couldn’t pay their bills, but she was sure she didn’t want to find out.
“Are you trying to cheat me?!” he asked, his face flushed and the anger on his face would have been visible to a blind person.
“No of course not!” she stuttered, her face blanched in fear. “There must be something I can do, would you take an IOU?” she asked hesitantly.
He looked at her in frank appraisal. At the age of 29 she had a body that attracted a fair amount of attention. Although she had been married for 5 years careful eating and regular exercise and spared her from the extra weight that often started to accumulate in the post nuptial years. A healthy dose of good genes had given her large full breasts and a flawless heart shaped face, improved by the fact that much of the time she was utterly unaware of her own beauty, something which only served to enhance it.
“Well perhaps we can work something out…” he said “Ass, grass or cash, everybody pays. If you haven’t got any cash than you are going to have to pay with some ass.”
“I am a married woman!” she replied, shocked that he would even suggest such a thing.
“I don’t care if you are married with 7 kids!” he replied “You had better pay one way or another, or would you prefer we find a cop and see what he thinks about you trying to ditch a bill?” he enquired smugly.
She swallowed uncomfortably, she didn’t want to get in any sort of trouble, and she was sure that her husband would be enraged if she was arrested for something so silly.
“Ok…” she said quietly.
At her agreement he pulled away from the terminal. Whipping through the traffic they quickly reached the short term parking lot. Row after row of empty cars stretched in all directions, with only a few people traveling here and there among them. Heading to the back of the lot they found a spot that was mostly deserted and was hedged from view by a barbed wire fence. Exiting the driver’s seat he joined her in the back and wordlessly started to remove his clothes. She could tell that her first impression of him was correct as thick slabs of muscle covered his body.
She shed her clothes quickly, discarding them without concern, littering the inside of the taxi. Her heart rate rocketed as she sat with her body exposed to his view. He pulled the cups of her bra aside, allowing her breasts to hang freely in front of him. His rough, strong hands cupped one breast gently, running his fingers over the delicate flesh. She watched his cock slowly rise as he ran his fingers over her body. She spread her legs at his wordless gesture, exposing the smooth lips of her vulva to the later afternoon sun that filtered through the windows of the cab. Wasting little time he lined the head of his penis up with her cunt and forced it inside of her. She moaned softly as his cock slipped inside of her, although she burned with shame at betraying her husband like this, something about this situation filled her with desire. The risk that they could be caught at any moment should have terrified her, but instead it only added to the experience. He worked himself into a steady pattern, his cock sliding in and out of her with practiced efficiency. The ease with which he performed made her suspect that she was not the first client he had made this proposition to, but with his thick cock thrusting inside of her she hardly cared. She had the startling realization that his cock was so much bigger than her husband’s and her body shivered with sudden release as she came upon his cock. Sitting with her back against the seat, her ass on the edge of the narrow ledge of the bench prevented him from completing his thrust, the awkwardness of the position inhibiting them both.
With mute gestures he indicated that he wanted her to stretch out, as he climbed behind her on the narrow bench seat. Obediently she lay back against him, one strong arm slipping around her waist and pulling her tight against his muscular body. She could feel the heat that radiated from his body as their bare skin pressed against each other. She lifted one leg and she slipped his cock back inside of her. She moaned shamelessly at its return. He quickly resumed his pace, the force of his thrusts causing her breasts to bounce and sway as they coupled in their passion. She lost herself in the moment, an earth shattering orgasm rocking through her as he pounded into her, indifferent to her pleasure. His cock thrust inside of her with an efficiency and regularity that was almost mechanical in nature.
Again they changed positions as he grunted, informing her that he was close to finishing. She lay back, leaning her head against the door and silently cursing that they were not somewhere more comfortable. He leaned between her legs, eyes closed tight in concentration. They were both covered in a fine sheen of sweat from their activities and it highlighted the deep ridges of his well defined muscles. She ran her fingers along his stomach, feeling the firm flesh that could only be won through long hours at the gym. His speed increased, his breathing becoming huskey and uneven as he approached his climax. At last he grunted in rapture as he found his release. She moaned as he filled her, a combination of fulfilled desire and fear as his cum exploded deep inside of her. She felt every spurt as his cock sprayed inside the tight confines of her pussy. She wasn’t sure what she had expected, and she kicked herself for not insisting that he wear a condom when they started, something she didn’t even let her husband get away with. But part of her reveled in the experience, she would worry about what she would tell her husband later should she become pregnant.
Although she didn’t relish sitting on the long flight ahead of her with his cum leaking out of her cunt, it was better than getting arrested for trying to duck a taxi bill.
He pulled his slowly shrinking cock out of her, followed closely by a thick stream of cum. Wordlessly he started to get dressed, pausing only for a moment to wipe off his cock on his boxers. She followed his example and gathered her clothing from where she had left it strewn about the cab. She sat uncomfortably in the seat, her panties already moist with cum, as he returned to the terminal entrance.
She thanked him as he pulled her suitcase from the trunk and he gave her a knowing smile, merely tipping his head in acknowledgment. She watched as he sped off, quickly losing sight of him in the flow of traffic before rushing to her gate. Perhaps she would see if she could get a ride from him again the next time she was here…
Sex in a Taxi
Saturday, December 5, 2015
My Step Mother
My dad left the summer I turned 20, joining my mother in death. All I had left was my sister and my step mom. I love my step mom. Now let me be clear, I don’t mean that I love her like a mother, I have never thought of her that way, I mean I am in love with her. She married my dad a few years after cancer claimed the life of my mother when I was 16. She was, and always will be to me, gorgeous, and from the moment I met her I wanted her to be mine.
The first time I saw her naked is something that I will never forget. I snuck into their bedroom on one of the rare instances when both of them were out of the house and wired a small camera inside the bathroom vent, providing me with the perfect view of the master bedrooms shower. I knew that if the camera was ever found I was as good as dead, but these kind of thoughts simply didn’t hold weight against the force of my desire.
Time went by until the perfect opportunity presented itself, I had to be exceedingly careful, as I wanted to be sure I did not accidently catch my father in the shower, since that is the kind of mental scarring that takes years of therapy to undo. I waited until a day when I was positive that he had left for work. The sound water running was heaven to my ears and I immediately pulled up the camera on my web browser.
As I punched up the security code to access the feed I thought I might have a heart attack when the picture came through. It was everything I could have hoped for and more. against all odds the camera was perfectly placed to give me a view of her, standing calmly under the flow of hot water that cascaded over her naked body, a sight that would fuel my dreams for years to come. I watched as she ran her hands over her breasts, sliding over the slick flesh. She appeared to make a sound of deep satisfaction, though the camera was one of the cheaper models and didnt have sound. Her breasts were bigger than I had expected, standing proudly on her chest despite her age. Her body was well toned and showed the fruits of her labor as she worked so hard to 
stay in shape. She reached out of screen and picked up a bar of soap and a loofa, and set about to the task of cleaning her body. She quickly covered her breasts and her pussy in soap, rubbing her loofa over every nook and cranny. I could not have asked for a better show, she positioned herself almost as if she knew where the camera was and performed for it. She spent an inordinate amount of time on her breasts, rubbing and pawing at the soapy flesh. They bounced and swayed in the steamy air and I could tell that she had aroused herself, her nipples standing erect in the shower’s warm embrace, her eyes closed in quiet satisfaction. After what seemed like ages her hands started to drift lower, dropping first to her smooth, flat stomach before finally sliding between her legs and finding the bare smooth skin of her vulva.
This was by far the best day of my life.
Her hands slipped back and forth between her legs, working with a frantic pace. One of her fingers penetrated between the lips of her perfectly smooth pussy, plunging deep insider of her. The soap appeared to facilitate her progress, providing ample lubrication for her erotic exploration. Her free hand rose up to clutch at one of her breasts, twisting and teasing the nipple savagely. Although I could hear nothing, her mouth opened in what was undoubtedly a moan of pleasure drowned out by the falling water that surrounded her. She shuddered and shook leaning against the wall of the shower as her body responded to her expert touch, as her orgasm rocked through her she relaxed against the shower wall, her eyes closed and a peaceful smile on her lips.
Although she had reached the end of her erotic interlude, my own mind was playing out a fantasy quite apart from reality. In my head I joined her in the shower, where she embraced me, her slick soap covered body sliding against mine, our mouths meeting. She was desperate for me, hungy for my cock. We wasted no time and our bodies merged with the frantic passion of those consumed by desire. I sat on the narrow shelf of a seat built into one wall of the shower, and she immediately found my lap, guiding my cock inside of her as she slipped down upon it. In one thrust taking all of my length into her tight, wet cunt. I groaned as my groin ached with desire, the fantasy of her warm pussy gripping my shaft. In my fantasy she called to me, begged me to fuck her as she had never been fucked before, a request which with which I eagerly complied. In the end she begged me to fill her with my cum, a plea which I fulfilled with gusto, filling her with my seed.
Reality again intruded as the aftermath of my orgasm ripped me away from our fantasy union and returned me to my room again, a wash of cum covering my hand and boxers, the fantasy faded and reality came back into focus. Instead of satiating my desire for her my fantasy renewed the burning passion to possess her in reality. But for now she was still in the shower, alone, and I was still in my bedroom.
Months passed and although I had the occasional chance to spy on her through the bathroom camera it did nothing but drive me to distraction with my desire for her. It consumed with with the sick obsession of one consumed by madness. My dreams soon joined my waking hours of obsession and in a way she possessed all of me.
Months after the first time I saw her naked another event would occur that would take its place forever in my dreams…
I heard sounds coming from the living room, which was particularly confusing since I had thought that my step mom had left to go to the store, and with my dad away on a business trip I had thought that I was alone in the house. At first my mind went to the thought that someone had broken into the house. I quickly grabbed the closest object I thought he could use as a weapon, a golf club that was leaning against the wall, and crept quietly towards the living room, intending to leap out and surprise the would be thief. As I snuck around the corner I almost dropped the golf club in surprise. It turned out that I was not the only one who thought they would have the house to themselves that day. A trail of clothes led from the hallway over to the couch, where the sounds were emanating. Two women, as bare as the day they entered the world, were on the couch, in a position that was known as a “69” in the porn world, one woman on her back while the other crouched over her on all fours, allowing ample access to each others cunts.
I instantly recognized the body of my step mom, since I had prior experience seeing her bare body, though her face was buried between the legs of the other woman. The wet sounds of penetration and desire emanated from that general area as she devoured the pussy of the stranger. At first I had no idea who the other woman was, though after a second I recognized the wife of the next door neighbor. Instead of pouncing out and surprising the two women, as had been my earlier plan, I crept back into the shadows of the hallway, finding a vantage point from which to watch where I was unlikely to be observed. I freed my cock, stroking it vigorously as I watched the two women in their intimate embrace.
From the sounds that she was making I guessed that my stepmother was quite skilled at her work, I could almost follow the quick darts of her tongue as the slipped in and out of the other womans cunt, interrupted only by the occasional moan of pleasure of her own from the other womans work. She cried out and announced to the room that she was cumming, an announcement that did nothing to slow my stepmother’s 
tongue. On the contrary she increased her pace lapping at the other womans cunt as though eager to devour every drop of moisture that resulted from her orgasm. I continued to stroke my cock, the sight of the two devouring each others bodies was enough to urge me towards climax quickly. I did all that I could to stifle the sounds of my own pleasure but a grunt or two escaped my lips. I thought that my step mother must have heard me at least once, since she paused at one point and glanced in my general direction, a wide smile cracking her face as she gazed into the shadows that covered me before returning to the waiting cunt of the neighbors wife. My orgasm erupted from me with little warning, a wash of cum spraying from me all at once, although I did what I could to contain the flood of cum, a spurt splashed onto one of the bras that littered the floor in front of me. I quietly pulled up my pants and crept back down the hall, leaving the two to their embrace behind me.
It was after this event that I started to suspect that she knew of my desire for her. Although she did nothing to betray my interest to my father I was often on the receiving end of smug smiles and gentle flirting. Offers of back rubs that had never occurred before started to happen on a regular basis. She would take the time to hug me, pressing her full breasts against my body and giving me a secret smile when she felt my cock press against her in response. It was not until my father passed however that we took things to the next step…
It was a sunny afternoon when we found each other at last. In the time since my father’s death the madness that was my desire for her consumed my very soul. I started to drink heavily in an effort to stave off the thoughts of her. It was in this drunken stupor that she found me, and it was the drink that gave me the courage to finally confess my desire for her. I expected a harsh rebuke, but I was unprepared for her response to my pronouncement. She stopped me with a kiss, needing no words to communicate that she reciprocated my desires. As our desires mounted we undressed each other, her hands sure and steady, while I fumbled with her clothing the alcohol in my system making my clumsy.
She dropped to her knees in front of me, taking my cock in both hands. She was already bare before me and my cock hardened from the combination of her exposed body and her expert touch. She started to run her hands along my length, stroking and sliding back and forth before she placed her mouth over the head. I groaned in pleasure as the warm, wet heat of her mouth enveloped the tip of my cock. She smiled and looked up at me without breaking her stroking movement. She took my cock as deep into her mouth as she could, the tip brushing against the back of her throat before she stopped. I was nothing if not well endowed and she wasn’t able to take all of my cock in without gagging. Her breasts swayed gently as she bobbed back and forth. One of her hands cradled my balls and she squeezed them gently in one hand in time with her sucking motions.
“I want to fuck your tits.” I said, she smiled up at me and leaned back obediently, allowing my cock to drop from her mouth. She cupped her breasts together, pushing them up to envelop my cock between the warm globes of flesh. She spit down into her cleavage, providing lubrication for my thrusting cock. I held her face, pulling her eyes upwards to meet mine as I thrust against her ample chest. She moaned as I penetrated her bust, my cock slipping in and out from between her breasts. She exhaled with each thrust, the force of my efforts pushing the air from her lungs. The movements got easier as precum leaked from the head of my cock, coating her breasts in the slick substance and facilitating the movements.
By now I was maddened by lust, I could take no more of this teasing. I lifted her bodily from the ground and pulled her tight against me, my erect cock spreading her ass cheeks as I pressed against her exposed body. With one deft movement I reached down and inserted my cock inside of her, spearing up into her perfect pussy, the moisture of her own desire matching mine. She moaned loudly as my cock slammed inside of her. I reached around, grasping her massive breasts and pulling her body back against mine. Her hands slipped up and cupped my own, imploring me to knead her breasts. Her pussy was like heaven, tight and wet and full of the most delicious heat, like sliding my cock into an oven. I could smell her desire from where I stood, the scent of sex and lust wafting up to me as I slammed my cock into her desperate hole.
“God yes! Fuck me! I need this so bad!” she moaned, her eyes were hazy with lust as my own, our twin desires driving away any thought about the consequences of our actions. Though she was my stepmother in that moment all she was to me was a woman, a woman I wanted as I had wanted no other before her in my life.
I released my hold on her breasts and she dropped down to her hands, leaning against a nearby chair as I continued to thrust inside of her. I gripped at her waist, my hand sliding around the hourglass of her wide hips, pulling on the flesh I found there to strengthen my thrust into her tender flesh. She continued to pant and moan as her mind was overridden with desire. She begged me to fuck her harder, longer, rougher, and I did all that I could to oblige her desires, thrusting into her with unbridled lust. I was sure that we would both be sore the next day, but in that moment none of that mattered to me. This was the culmination of years of teasing and secret desires, the fulfillment of all of my teenage fantasies, nothing was going to stop me from experiencing this to the fullest amount possible.
In the end I was so wrapped up in what I was doing that I did not feel my orgasm coming and it surprised us both. In our haste to satisfy our lust we had failed to take the time to use protection and wave after wave of cum painted the inside of her cunt, coating her womb in my seed.
In the months to come her stomach would swell and her breasts would grow even fuller as our baby grew inside of her, the proof of our passion and the start of our relationship. We moved from my father’s house, it somehow seemed wrong for us to live together there now, and moved far away from the accusing eyes and daming whispers of the people we knew. Although she was many years my senior our love made us both as horny teenagers, and I filled her cunt with my cum many many times after that first time together. In the end we found something more than just lust and sex, we found love.
My Step Mother
Saturday, November 28, 2015
Sex in an Elevator
The elevator in my building sucks. I mean it really sucks. Breaks down almost every week sucks. Now any sane, normal person would say just take the stairs, but when you like 12 floors up, well that is a lot of stairs. Still sometimes it beat rolling the dice with that stupid pile of crap. The worst time was when it had broken down when I was on my way to a job interview, was stuck in there for 4 hours and needless to say did not get the job. But there were good times too, and this is the story of the best time I ever got stuck in that god forsaken hunk of junk.
I was on my way back from a night out with some friends, a little buzzed and generally in a pretty good mood. As I approached the stairs I just couldn’t bare the thought of having to climb all those flights, and decided to risk taking the elevator. As the doors were closing A woman raced up, calling for me to hold the doors, and since I am a gentleman, even when drunk, I did so. She thanked me as the doors closed behind her. I glanced at her, perhaps being a bit more deliberate in my gaze than I might normally be. She was not someone I had seen around the building before. She appeared to be in her late 30’s to early 40’s but with the build of someone who clearly took care of her body. An ample expanse of cleavage greeted my gaze and when I broke away from staring down her dress our eyes met and she smiled seductively at me. My mind still buzzing from my earlier fun I smiled blearily back at her. The small twinkle of a wedding ring adorned one finger and I cursed silently to myself, all the good ones are taken, I thought.
In a move right out of a movie the elevator picked that exact second to break down. A grinding sound coming from somewhere overhead before the car jerked and then fell still. The lights even went so far as to flicker. We both looked around in surprise before reality trickled into my inebriated brain and I cursed, realizing we were stuck for what could be a long while.
“What happened?” she said, her voice had a note of concern in it and I could tell that she was a little worried.
“The stupid elevator broke down again.” I said, I did my best to try to reassure her, injecting as much calm annoyance into my voice as I could manage, as if to say that this was nothing to worry about, or something that happened all the time. “We could be here for awhile…” I said. I tried not to sound excited by the prospect, though being trapped in a small space with a beautiful woman was not the worst thing that could ever happen.
“Well maybe we should think of something fun to do to pass the time…” she said. The same seductive smile that had filled her face when she had caught me checking her out returned
She pulled down her dress to reveal her very large, very full breast, and hiked up her dress to reveal that she wasn’t wearing any panties. My mind stalled, when she had said she wanted to have some fun I had thought she had meant play a game on my cell phone or something. My intoxicated mind just couldn’t put what I was seeing in its place. She arched her eyebrow at me as if asking “well what are you waiting for?” That was all of the encouragement I needed, I pounced on her like a starving cat. Her breasts were warm and firm under my hands, and her lips met mine, her tongue pushing its way into my mouth. She moaned through parted lips as we pressed together. I pushed her back against the wall of the elevator, our bodies shaking the small room as we slammed against the wall. She giggled at the noise we made but I was beyond paying attention. One of my hands worked its way down between her legs and her thighs parted for me. Her pussy was already wet and waiting for me as my fingers explored her. She moaned again, louder than before, as my fingers slipped inside of her. Her cunt was tight and warm and my cock hardened in response, straining against the cotton prison of my pants in its desire to replace my fingers. Her hips gyrated in response to my probing fingers, grinding and writhing under my touch. Her moans increased in volume and her eyes closed as she leaned into my touch. One of her hands joined mine, encouraging my fingers to probe ever deeper. All at once she shuddered and gasped, her eyelids fluttering as she came.
My drunken mind fixated on a burning desire to know what her cum tasted like, to know what flavor her cunt was. I pulled her to the dirty carpeted floor of the elevator, spreading her legs to expose the perfection of her pussy. The first taste was divine, the second was like heaven itself. I ran my tongue across the lips of her pussy before plunging inside to taste the sweet nectar of her desire. Her words and her cries urged me on, filling the small metal room with her pleas to devour her cunt. She moaned and squirmed as I worked on her with my tongue. In no time she announced that she was again going to cum, her body convulsing and her legs snapping shut, pinning my face between her sculpted thighs. The scent of her desire filled my nose and mouth as I continued to probe her with my tongue, exploring every part of her pussy.
I could take the torment no longer, I stood helping her to her feet and freeing my cock with one deft flick of my wrist. She smiled at me seductively and leaned against the wall of the elevator, parting her thighs and giving me a perfect view of her cunt. I thrust my cock into her and lifted her from the ground in one motion, pressing her body against the wall. She wrapped her legs around my waist as my cock sunk into her.
As drunk as I was I lasted only a short time. The feel of her cunt tight around me was more than I could endure for long. With her moaning in my ear as I slammed her against the wall of the small metal box I felt my cock explode inside of her, painting the inside of her pussy with my seed. She shook and convulsed, her cries reaching an even greater pitch as she joined me in an orgasm.
Like magic, no sooner than we had reached our mutual climax than the elevator shook and stutted, resuming its path upwards. She smiled at me as the doors open, giving me a friendly wave as she headed down the hall away from me, I could see a small stream of my cum leaking down her thigh as she walked, the only evidence of our tryst.
I never did see her again, I have no idea who she was, or what she was doing in that elevator. But it was the only time I ever thanked god for that stupid pile of junk my building called an elevator.
Sex in an Elevator
Monday, November 23, 2015
Holiday Request
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Holiday Request
Saturday, November 7, 2015
The Hooker
It had been a hard couple of months. Katie had been his whole world, and when he had caught her with his best friend he wasn’t sure which hurt worse, to to mention that the two people he would have gone to with his problems were out of his life (and probably still fucking each other…). What he missed most though was the sex. To be touched by someone, to be held, and to fuck the everloving shit out of them. Lately the idea of fucking someone just burned in his mind, no matter how hard he tried he simply could not get the idea out of his head. But he just wasn’t ready for a relationship, and he wasn’t the type to go pick up girls in a bar. So what was he going to do? One of his friends had cracked a joke about getting a hooker, and the idea had kind of stuck. But he wasn’t sure how to go about finding one…
As time passed and the urge to fuck kept growing he started surfing around the internet, as it turned out it wasn’t very hard to find a hooker, even though it was illegal in his state. Of course they marketed themselves as “escorts” with the implication being that sex was off the table even though everyone knew that was the whole point. He wasn’t sure what was the straw that finally broke the camel’s back, but something in him snapped and he made the call. After a long conversation on the phone, and a background check to assure them that he was neither violent nor a cop (rather a lot of effort to get laid) he paid the incredible fee and set a date. He was assured that all of the girls underwent regular STD tests and that he had nothing to worry about if he chose to fuck her bareback, something he was informed would cost quite a bit extra. He opted to use a hotel close to his apartment, an upscale sort of place that would be nice enough and remove the risk of his neighbors seeing him fucking a prostitute. He waited anxiously for the arranged date, the week passing slowly.
He had been pacing the hotel room for an hour since he had checked in, his anxiety suffocating in the small but nicely furnished room. His anxiety reached a crescendo and he was almost ready to call the whole thing off when he heard the gentle knock on the door. His heart jumped into his throat, but he made his way to the door to let her in.
He was blown away, while easily a 7 or 8 himself he had never thought about being with a woman like her. In fact he wasn’t even sure that women like her even existed outside of porn movies and Holly Wood. Gentle waves of brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, falling nearly to the center of her back. A few wisps of hair obscured her face as she smiled shyly up at him. She was quite a bit shorter than he was, which gave him a perfect view of her rather ample cleavage, set out on display by the tight green tank top she was wearing. A pair of white tights hugged her body and revealed that she was not wearing anything beneath them. She had a body that was clearly sculpted by long hours at the gym and the diet of a supermodel, not to mention a healthy dose of amazing genes. He felt his heart skip a beat as he looked into her deep brown eyes, and his words failed him utterly.
“Hi, my name is Mia” she said. She held out her hand to him.
“Is that your real name?” he asked. She gave him a look that told him exactly what she thought about that kind of question which amplified his anxiety tenfold. “I mean hi, my name is Luke” he said. He took her hand and shook it in a perfectly perfunctory way. “Please come in?” he said, gesturing behind him. She entered the room and kicked off her flip flops, she moved with the grace of someone who was well versed in hotel rooms and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Payment upfront” she said, smiling at him, “I take all major credit cards, or good old fashioned cash.” Wordlessly he reached into his pocket, digging out his wallet and freeing a credit card. He handed her the tiny rectangle of plastic and she smiled up at him, she reached into her purse and pulled out a cellphone that had a card reader attached to one end, running his card she handed it back to him and smiled again. He thought that his heart must have skipped a beat each time she did that and whatever words he had been about to say slipped right out of his head. “Shall we get started?” she asked.
He nodded mutely and she started to undress. She pulled down the top of her tank top, revealing that she wore nothing beneath it either. Her lush full breasts hung the way that only the young can manage. She slipped the shoulder straps of her tank top off, allowing the skin tight garment to bunch around her waist. Next she pulled down her leggings, confirming his earlier suspicion that she was not wearing panties. Her pussy was completely free of hair, shaven and smooth. Her body now exposed she sat on the edge of the bed and cocked an eyebrow at him. He realized that he had been standing there staring at her, his mouth agape, and tried to wipe the slack jawed look of his face. He closed the distance between them, taking her in his arms. She melded closely against him, her breasts pressing against his chest. Their lips met, just a brush at first, before pressing urgently against each other. Her tongue darted into his mouth and he moaned in desire. He knew that he had been longing for someone to fuck, but he hadn’t realized how much he had missed all the things that went along with it. Her body felt so soft and warm in his arms, her skin against his.
He slipped one hand down between her legs and she obediently spread them to provide him with better access. He found her pussy already wet with desire and he easily slipped his first two fingers inside of her. She moaned loudly in his ear as his fingers penetrated her cunt. She pressed her body tighter against his and pressed against his questing hand, pushing his fingers deeper inside of her. One of her arms snaked around his neck, pulling his head down, and her tongue flicked against his earlobe before she enveloped it in her mouth. He grunted as she bit down gently on the lope and started to flick at her clit with his thumb while working his fingers inside of her. Her moans increased in volume as he found her g-spot and her hips bucked as she came, holding on to his body for dear life.
“Now it’s my turn.” she said, her voice made husky with desire. She dropped to her knees beside the bed and freed his cock from inside his pants. His cock immediately springing to full attention before her. She slipped his tip into her mouth and pressed it as deeply into her as she could manage, gagging slightly as it hit the back of her throat. She looked up at him as his cock filled her mouth and their eyes met. He could tell that she was as horny as he, her eyes hazy with unsuppressed desire. She started to slide his cock in and out of her mouth, careful never to let it completely leave her mouth and break the suction she was creating. With one hand she stroked along side while her other hand gently fondled his balls. Just when he started to worry that the evening would be over early, she freed his cock, a loud smack as the suction was broken.
“Now fuck me!” she commanded. Now it was his turn to be obedient. She leaned forward on the bed, bending down and sticking her ass up in the air, presenting her sopping wet pussy to him. He wasted no time and slammed his cock into her waiting cunt. She moaned as his thick black cock stretched out her hole. He grabbed hold of her hips and slammed his cock into her again, lifting her slightly from the bed with the force of his thrust. He thrust in and out of her tight hole, each thrust bringing them both closer to release, she urged him on, her moans and cries of passion filling the small hotel room.
He slowed after a time, and pulled his cock out of her. She moaned in disappointment as it left her. She opened her eyes again and looked at him questioningly. “On your back” he commanded. She rolled over on her back and he lifted her legs, keeping them closed. The thin pressed lips of her pussy peeked forth from between her closed legs and he pressed the head of his cock against them. He slid in, carefully this time, and felt the walls of her pussy grab at him. Heat rolled off of her cunt and her tightly closed legs increased the pressure. She moaned again as he forced his cock all the way inside of her. He resumed his activity, sliding his cock out slowly before slamming it home inside of her. Several times she announced that she was going to cum, at which point he would increase his speed until her eyes rolled up in her head and her body shook. Both of them were covered in a fine sheen of sweat as they worked to bring each other to climax.
Finally he could feel that he was getting close to cumming, he was actually surprised that he had been able to last as long as he had. Although he was in relatively good shape he hadn’t had a workout like this in quite awhile. He rolled her over onto her side and climbed onto the bed beside her. He pulled her body against his, one arm slipping beneath her and clasping one of her ample breasts. As they spooned he lined his cock up and slipped it again into her well fucked hole. He could feel his orgasm building and he worked at her, they were both panting heavily, and his pace was slipping as he reached exhaustion. At long last he clutched her body against his and announced that he was going to cum, she moaned back encouragement, begging him to fill her cunt with his seed. This was the last thing that he needed and he obliged her, pumping an enormous load of cum into her pussy. She moaned and convuled as the biggest orgasm of the night rocked through her body as wave after wave of cum erupted inside of her.
They both lay in each other’s arms, exhausted from their long effort, and each felt fulfilled, utterly and completely. She made sleepy sounds as her breathing slowly returned to normal and he absently played with her tits, twisting and flicking at her nipples. She slapped his hand away half heartedly and made an amused sound, snuggling into the crook of his arms. Although he realized that this was simply because he had paid for the “girlfriend experience” he was comforted none the less. As sleep took him he decided that he might have to ask if she had some sort of special rate for regulars…
The Hooker
Saturday, October 31, 2015
Ghost Story
Things hadn’t been right since she moved in.
She growled under her breath as she reached for her comb only to find it missing. She quickly searched the entire bathroom, everywhere it could have gone, only to turn up empty. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she turned around, only to find her comb sitting on the counter top in plain sight.
It was subtle at first. Things disappearing, or being moved from where she placed them, only to turn up back if she turned her back on the room. At first she had thought she was losing her mind, that her brake up with Mike had pushed her over the edge into full blown insanity. But she knew things had moved, just like she knew that the comb hadn’t been on the counter top a second before.
The sounds had started next. Bumps in the night, the sounds like someone was walking around her apartment. She had called the cops twice, only to have nothing show up when they arrived, leaving her feeling violated and foolish.
Then the whispering had started…
“Saaaarraaahhhhh…. Saaaarrrraaaaahhhh…” deathly quiet, so that she questioned at first if she had heard anything at all.
The sounds only came in the darkest hours of the night, and she had taken to sleeping with the lights on, not because it did any good, but because it gave her some ghost of security.
The bathroom was the worst by far. At first she had loved the place, the large claw foot behemoth of a tub and the ornate mirror had given her a pleasant feeling of antiquity. But it seemed to be a focal point for the activity. Objects would go missing here more often than anywhere else in the house.
The mirror was the worst.
Things moved in the mirror, things that should be still. More than once she had the uncanny sensation that her reflection was watching her, and she had screamed when it blinked.
But no one believed her. Her friends, what few of them Mike hadn’t taken with him, chalked it up to the break up, saying that things would calm down soon when she felt better, and that she should go out with them more.
She had stopped answering her phone.
The whispers continued.
There was now a nearly unbroken stream of voices from the time the sun set to the time dawn broke, the whispering conversations completely unintelligible, interrupted only when she invited someone over.
She stopped inviting people over.
She wanted so badly to understand what the voices were saying, she had tried talking to them, pleading with them, yelling at them, screaming at them, nothing helped, nothing mattered. The whispers continued.
The touches came later. By this point she had gotten used to the voices, though she was sure at one point that they were talking about her. She had just fallen asleep when something woke her. At first she wasn’t sure what it was, she glanced around the room, lit only by the lamp on her bedside table, and was greeted by nothing, in the background the whispers continued as they always did now. Then she felt it, the cold clammy touch of the grave, the slithering sensation of ice cold fingers trailing up her leg. They stopped when she screamed, which did nothing but cause her upstairs neighbors to pound on the floor again. But as time went on she got used to the touches as well. There was a pattern to them. She noticed that on nights where she was going to be touched the whispers would reach a disturbing crescendo, as though they were trying to warn her about what was coming. The touches never came when she was awake, they always waited until her exhaustion had claimed her.
Then it happened
She wasn’t sure at first what had woken her, the whispers had reached a level she had never heard before and she had resigned herself to another night of bone chilling touches.
She struggled her way to consciousness, confused that the darkness didn’t lift the way it always did when she opened her eyes. She realized with a spike of terror that the lamp on her bed was out, and the whispers had stopped.
Her room was in total silence, and in the chill october air, untouched by her heaters warmth, she heard the sound of another person breathing. She reached for the lamp by her bed but her fingers grasped only air. The cold clammy flesh of the hand she knew so well closed around her throat and she gasped in surprise. The cry that had been on her lips was choked into silence. She could see the outline of another person but she could do nothing, her mind to shocked to even resist his touch. She saw him lean over and gripped herself for the worst, only to feel the brush of another’s lips against hers.
She lay in bed, paralyzed, as his other hand slipped down, ripping her covers off her bed and leaving her naked body exposed to the bone chilling air of her bedroom. Her nipples reacted first, standing erect and proud on her chest as a wave of goosebumps spread across her body. She had long ago started sleeping nude, since the touches were always on her skin no matter how much she wore, and she wished now that she had worn something to bed, her body laid out and exposed in the darkness. She felt his free hand slide down to grasp her breast, playing and teasing the already erect nipple to ever greater heights. She shuddered at his touch and felt her body start to react to the stimulation, it had been a long time since anyone had touched her this way and she hadn’t realized how eager her body would be to have it again.
She tried to moan, but his hand still choked any response from her to silence. She could see nothing but the vague outline of a male figure standing above her in the darkness. The hand that was fondling her breast lifted, disappearing back into the darkness. For a moment nothing happened, then she felt something all to familiar press against the lips of her pussy. His cock was so much bigger than Mike’s had been, dwarfing his pallid member, and it stretched out the walls of her pussy as it forced its way inside of her. The penetration complete the ghostly hand returned to her breast, using it now as leverage. His cock slammed against her and she managed to choke out a moan, the hand lifting from her throat and the sweet chill air flooded into her oxygen deprived lungs. She could feel the gentle pressure against her throat, as though a warning about what would happen if she resisted. She found now that she did not want to resist, her body had reacted to the presence of a cock inside of her and she was desperate for more. She spread her legs, inviting the presence deeper inside of her willing pussy. Her body shook and convulsed as she had the first orgasm she had experienced in months.
All of a sudden the presence above her vanished, dispersing into the air like the smoke of a midnight cigarette. She was left confused and aroused, her pussy aching for the presence of his cock again. She was only left waiting a moment as strong hands took her and flipped her over. She let out a surprised cry as he materialized beneath her and his hand immediately clamped over her mouth, silencing her before she had the chance to do much more than ghasp.
His cock trust again inside of her, filling her cunt with his spectral flesh. She felt her breasts press against his chest but even as close as they were she could see nothing but darkness beneath her. One hand still covering her mouth his other grabbed a fist full of her hair, pulling her against him. Instead of resisting she pushed back against his cock as it rose to meet her aching cunt. The sounds of passion filled the room as he fucked her and she moaned into his hand. The bed shook and rocked, striking a staccato rhythm against the wall to the pace of their passion. She exploded again spraying her sheets as she came, her orgasm taking the breath from her lungs and the strength from her legs. He never slowed a beat when she came, his cock continuing to thrust up into her. Until he vanished again. This time she was ready for it and she caught herself as she sank into the bed where he had been a moment before. She looked wildly around the room, both terrified that he would appear and desperate that he do so. She had never been fucked like this before. So rough and passionate like wild animals.
She felt the bed sink in behind her as he rematerialized and she froze in position. Again his strong hands lifted her up off the bed this time lifting her onto all fours. One large, heavily muscled arm slipped around her neck as his cock slipped back inside of her wet desperate hole. She moaned loudly, grateful at the return of the throbbing member as it split her lips again. His pace was hurried and rough, with a sense of urgency to it. She could sense without being told that he was nearing his orgasm. He assaulted her pussy, slamming his cock into her from behind, each thrust forcing her hips down towards the mattress as they absorbed the force of his thrust before springing back up to meet his next. She felt him shudder and he pulled her body tight against his. She could feel his cock twitching and pulsing as though it were pumping her pussy full of cum, but nothing came out. She gasped and collapsed onto the bed as he released her, consciousness fading.
She woke with the first light of dawn, and glanced around her room. She was covered in her comforter and her lamp shone dimly in the morning light as though it had never been gone. As she glanced around her room everything looked to be in order.
Almost she wrote it off as a dream, until she moved and the dull ache radiated from her pussy, the kind of pain that comes only from hard use, and she knew that the night before had really happened. What she wasn’t sure of was if it would ever happen again, or if she would be upset if it did…
Ghost Story
Thursday, October 29, 2015
Lust of a Ghost Boy
A few months ago I was a complete nobody working in my basement. That changed when the embarrassed shriek cut through my focus. But I’m a bit ahead of myself here. Let’s start at the beginning.
My name is William. For my entire life I have been obsessed with the world of the dead. Not the creepy pentagrams and black candles type, but the gadgets and long stake out type. Through this obsession, I worked every night after school in my basement building a machine. With this machine I hoped to bridge the physical plain and the one just beyond the veil. It was during the first test that something went… haywire.
At exactly 11:43 pm one night, I tested my invention. My invention was supposed to be a doorway. In simple terms, I attempted to combined frequencies often used to communicate with ghosts and electromagnetic power to open a path to the plain where ghosts rest, while not materializing into ours. At first, all I saw was a bright green spark. That was when I felt a pulse of energy hit me in the chest, causing me to black out.
I spent the next week just working on it. It was frustrating and deciding I needed a break, and finally over the novelty of my powers, I went searching for my original purpose. I visited likely haunted places searching for ghosts. After a few days of searching I decided that either ghosts didn’t exist or even with the powers I was still not on the right plain to view them. So I went back to my machine and began working again. I buried myself in my old obsession, trying to forget about Jasmine. Unless she wanted something else from me, I doubted she’d be back.
I regretted not even getting a hand job from her, but at the same time I will never forget the feel of her perfect body under me. I will always hear the sounds of her moans while laying in my bed. I smiled to myself and continued to work, still trying to work out what went wrong.
It took weeks, but gradually I worked out all the bugs in my design. I walked to the control and took a deep breath. Either this would once again go wrong or a doorway to another plain would be created. I pressed the button and my jaw dropped as a swirling green portal sprang to life inside the door way framed by my machine. I was walking toward the doorway when I heard my doorbell. I frowned because it could be Jasmine, or just some random person. The portal wouldn’t last forever, with the power it took to keep it open, but it might be Jasmine.
Slamming my fist on the off button, I made my way upstairs and opened the front door. I almost fell over when I was tackled, a shaking body clutching me around the chest. Looking down, I saw Jasmine’s silky black hair. Gently, I coaxed her to look up at me and I saw tears in her eyes, her eyes red and blood shot. I brushed away her tears and lead her to the couch, sitting her down next to me. I listened while she told me how her boyfriend, now ex, tried to have sex with her and wouldn’t take no for an answer. She ended up using mace on him and running to the only place he wouldn’t look for her.
We spent a while on the couch, just cuddling while she calmed down. It took some time but she eventually stopped crying and fell asleep. I knew I wouldn’t be strong enough to carry her to bed, so I made her comfortable on the couch and laid down on the floor next to the couch so I could be there for her.
Being woken up to the feel of lips on my own was new for me. My eyes opened and I saw Jasmine kneeling over me, pulling back from the kiss she had woken me up with. Our eyes connected for a few long moments before she spoke. “Will, with the chances you had, why didn’t you make me do anything with you?” It was a hard question because I didn’t exactly know the answer myself. I was silent for a few minutes, gently touching her arm, still laying on my back, her knelt over me.
When I finally did answer I do believe it was the truth. “Because despite how we met, I care about you. You’ve been my dream girl since I first saw you freshmen year.” This answer brought a smile to her face and for the second time that morning, she kissed me. I softly touched her face as she kissed me, kissing her back, enjoying the feel of her mouth on mine. She moved over me more still kissing me and my hands slid down her back, gently gripping her as we kissed.
She was panting when she pulled back and gazed into my eyes. Without speaking, she lifted my shirt and start kissing my stomach as she undid my pants. She tugged my pants down and got an up close look at my hard cock. She smiled, because as I knew, my cock, along with my brain, was one of my only two non embarrassing things about me. It was a nice eight inches long with plenty of girth. She was so close I could feel her warm breath on the tip of my cock and I was already leaking precum.
Indescribable. It is the only word that comes to mind when I felt her warm mouth descend over my swollen shaft, swallowing easily seven inches and then sucking her way back to the very tip. It took all my will power not to cum then and there. I focused on the intense look in her eyes and the desire to make her happy gave me the strength to hold back. I watched as her head bobbed, my cock going in and out of her mouth. It was still less than a minutes before I let out a strangely animal sound and came hard in her mouth.
I was shocked when she drained every drop from me and then took her time licking me clean while staring into my eyes. While I recovered, she removed her clothes and moved up, cuddling against me right there on the floor, two naked college kids from two different worlds holding each other. Gazing into her eyes, I saw happiness reflected back at me, a smile on my face that for the first time was true genuine happiness. I kissed her and we just spend the rest of the day cuddling.
Groggy is the appropriate word to use to explain how I felt when I woke up. It was probably why I didn’t realize the change I had gone through right away. I slowly sat up, rubbing my face, and nearly blacked out again when I saw where I was sitting. My chest, heaving from my hyperventilating, was cut in half by the coffee table I was sitting in the middle of. Using my feet, I tried to push away from the table, but I had a sudden horrifying sensation of my feet sinking into the floor. And it was as if when my feet passed through the solid concrete floor of my basement, it broke whatever spell was keeping my incorporeal body in place and I started to sink into the floor.
Suffocating panic. That was something I had no experience with up until that point in my life. My life until then was very boring. Only one word came to mind and that was “up”. It took a moment for the panic to fade and for me to realize I was now floating above the table, only half of my foot still phased through it.
Now, I’m going to skip the whole cliché, superhero power testing montage and just tell you what I found out. Over a couple days, I found out that I could fly, pass through solid objects, turn invisible, and if I concentrated hard enough, do the same with any number of things other than myself. It is truly impossible to explain just how exhilarating having these abilities is.
What I mentioned when I started sharing this story was my life changing, no longer being a nobody. I wish that was in a good way. Let me take a second to explain myself. I am a 5’6, 120 pound, 22 year old geek. I was literally a nobody. Ironically, before my accident, I was already like a ghost in the halls of my university. That changed eight days after my accident.
Being the lonely geek I am, once again I feel victim to a typical cliché. Using my powers, I snuck into the female dorms. I ghosted from room to room, seeing women of all college ages in all states of dress. Of course this was my first time ever seeing a woman naked, and now there was a sea of endless opportunities. It was a few minutes into my exploring that I wondered unseen into her room.
Jasmine Chambers. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my entire life. 5’5, black hair, green eyes, ivory skin, perky full breasts and the sexiest heart shaped ass. I nearly came in my underwear when I wondered into her room. She was naked, picking out what she was going to wear tonight at the clubs. Due to visual stimulation, I was experiencing the strongest erection of my young life.
With little control of my own body, I started to masturbate while watching her walk around the room rifling through clothes and posing in the mirror. As I neared climax, my eyes drifted closed and my hand moved faster over my stiff shaft. It was seconds before I came that I heard the shriek. My eyes flew open and I saw a naked Jasmine, staring at me, her hands moving to cover her naked body. Seeing her naked again pushed me over the edge and despite no longer stroking myself, cum erupted from my cock. One of the strongest orgasms of my life sent my thick seed towards Jasmine, cutting off her shriek when a thick rope of my cum hit her in the face.
By the time she got over the shock of being hit in the face with my cum, two more streaks of cum hit her in the neck and chest, the last of my cum dripping onto her carpet. Covering her chest with one arm, she picked up a heavy history book and threw it at me, aiming for my face. Embarrassed and drained, I couldn’t focus on my powers, and did all that was left for me to do. I ran from her room, through the dorm and toward the house I lived in off campus.
So that’s how I went from being a complete nobody, to being the pervert that hid in Jasmine Chambers room and came all over her naked body. I was pacing my basement almost a day later when I heard my door bell. Fearing some jock boyfriend or worse the Dean, I slowly made my way toward my front door. When I opened the door, my heart nearly stopped. Standing at my door, alone, was Jasmine Chambers. She was wearing what seemed to be as much clothing as possible and still be comfortable. Her eyes kept avoiding mine at first but seeming to decide something, she forced herself to look me in the eyes which of course caused my own to drop.
The steadiness of her voice surprised me a little when she spoke to me. “I saw what you did. I was alone, so I can’t prove it, but I saw you in the mirror, appear out of thin air in the corner of my room, while I was… ” She let the sentence go unfinished and just stared at me. Slowly, I forced myself to look up at her and spoke as steadily as I could. “If you already know you can’t prove it, why come here and tell me you know my secret?”
Her beautiful green eyes narrowed, as if I was threatening her. I wasn’t of course, I just had no social skills. Then she smiled. It wasn’t a beautiful, charming smile, but a cold balls-in-a-vice smile. “Because everyone saw you run from my room naked. I could at the very least get you kicked out and arrested. Then you would have to expose yourself to get free. So I believe the first step here is, I want to see what you can do, and then I’ll decide what I will or won’t do.”
Despite the whole blackmailing thing, I was ecstatic. Jasmine Chambers wanted to come into my house and spend time near me. I kept myself from smiling and lead her inside away from any possible prying eyes. “I will, but you have to leave your purse, overcoat, and hat here. I’d prefer any possible ways of filming me be left here.” She did as I asked and followed me down into the basement away from windows. I guess she didn’t think I was going to hurt her because she didn’t even hesitate.
I took my time, showing off, but she sat still not saying or doing anything, analyzing, much like I would. It made me wonder why she wasn’t in more classes like mine, instead of a design major. Maybe she just didn’t like science. I showed everything, finishing by showing how I could affect other things by reaching through the small coffee table, grabbing my bag that was under it and pulling it through the table.
Jasmine started pacing around my basement thinking. I sat quietly on the couch and watched, curious as to what she’d ask me to do. What she didn’t know was that I had already come up with a plan of my own and would get something I wanted as well. When she finally stopped pacing, she started at me. “So this is how it will be. If I want something, or if I want something done, you will do what you have to do help me out.” She nodded, finalizing the deal and looked at me again, waiting for me to agree, to admit defeat.
Feeling more confident than I had my whole life, I stood up and gave her a faint smile. Seeing my smile took the edge off her’s. “I’ve been thinking. Yes, you could call the cops, get me arrested, even kicked out. But with these powers I don’t need school and I won’t spend time in jail. On the other hand, I could also claim victim and tell them that you invited me, got me naked, and played some cruel prank on me. I am certain that at least one person in the jury at my trial was picked on at some point in their lives and they will be at a standstill, letting me go free.”
I took a few steps toward her, slowly gaining more and more confidence. “So, this is what I see happening. You can have what you want, but it will cost you of course. You can say no, but with no leverage over me, there is nothing stopping me from doing whatever I want anyway.” I had to keep my hands clenched tightly to keep from shaking, the adrenaline of confronting someone for once in my life putting me a little on edge. I made my way back to the couch and sat, waiting for her response.
The cold smile turned into an almost dark frown. She stared at me for a long time and finally spoke. “I guess, after what I saw in my room, the only thing you could possibly be seeking would be sex.” There were no mirrors in the room, but I know exactly how I looked when I reacted because I am of course a scientist. My eyes widened, pupils dilated, my breathing grew shallow and rapid, sweat beaded on my forehead and my mouth was suddenly dry. Also, I of course suddenly had a raging hard on.
I’m sure, then, I would have settled for much less. Touching her perfect body, a hand job, maybe even just a kiss. I had of course had none of these, and here she was offering all and more. I took a deep breath and thought of pickles. That may seem very strange, but if you think of anything sour your mouth will usually start to water and I used this to gain control of myself again. I wet my lips, leveled my breathing, and forced myself to relax before speaking.
“That would of course depend on the favor you are asking.” I could have demanded sex for every favor, but instead I would make it easier for her to ask for small things and then get as additiced to my power as I was and make it more likely for her to offer sex for a bigger favor. She just smiled, seeing a way out of having sex with some geeky basement hermit.
“Fine, I will be back in a few days after thinking about it some.” She stared at me for a few moments and then turned, leaving in a hurry. I followed her to the door and then locked it behind her, leaning on the door. Wanting the sight of her face fresh in my mind, I didn’t even bother to move before pulling out my straining cock. Images of her naked and fabricated images of us having sex played across the inside of my eyelids like a movie, giving me a powerful orgasm. I couldn’t wait for the real thing.
Four days had passed and I had returned to classes. I always sat in the back, away from my laughing classmates. I avoided populated hallways and the caf, not wanting to give anyone that saw or heard what happened a chance to harass me. It was starting to worry me that she hadn’t come to me yet, and I wondered if I should just move on and go back to doing whatever I wanted to do. That night, while I was going over my invention to see if I could tell what had gone wrong, I heard my doorbell.
When I opened the door, Jasmine walked in without being invited in. I just smiled and closed the door behind her. Turning to face her, I waited for her to speak, letting her lead for now. She crossed her arms and spoke clearly. “I need the answers to my history exam. I’ve never been very good at it, and with what’s been happening, it’s been a little hard to study for the test.” She gave me an accusing glare and I just suppressed a laugh.
Considering it was partly my fault why she needed help on the exam and that it would be relatively easy, I decided not to ask for much. Plus, I didn’t think I’d last more than two seconds having sex with her and I wanted her to enjoy sex with me so she would be more willing to offer it again. I nodded and stood up. “I think I could do that for a kiss.”
She couldn’t hide her surprise at what I wanted in return. She surely expected more, but I wanted to start slow. I could rush head long into it, but not only did I want her to enjoy it, but I also didn’t see a ten second roll in the hay to be worth all this trouble. She started to speak but I held up a hand. “No, not after, now.”
Sighing, she walked toward me and stood there staring at me. I was a little uncomfortable, nervous, but I wouldn’t back out now. Stepping close, I lowered my head a little to make up for the height difference and kissed her. I cupped her face and put my desire for her into my kiss. Being my first kiss, it was awkward, but when I stepped away I could see her pupils were dilated and her cheeks were flushed. I know it didn’t even rank on her best kiss list, but she clearly enjoyed it a little.
Still a little flushed, she turned and walked toward the front door. “I’ll be waiting in my room for the answers. The test is in two days.” She left, closing the door behind her and I sat down heavily on a chair, playing the kiss over and over in my head.
It was easy enough to steal the test. I just waited a few hours after she left, when it was well past midnight and then headed for the main building where all the core classes were taught. I drifted up to the window of her history lecture hall and passed through the wall toward the desk. I found the test and then took my time leaving. I made my way to her dorm instead of home and once again explored a little before going to her room.
Most of the women were sleeping, but I did see other things. Some were studying, some were doing whatever hobbies they did in their free time like painting or writing. I even saw one having sex with her boyfriend. I paused to watch for a few minutes before moving on. When I finally made it to her room I was hard. Ignoring my hard on, I made my way to Jasmine’s bed. She was asleep and I just stood there, watching her sleep. Instead of disturbing her, I set the test on her night stand and left, heading home.
It was ten days before she came to my house again. This time she wanted me to help her pull a prank on the bitch in her dorm that always had something nasty to say to her because she was jealous. Pranks were fun, so I’d enjoy it to. All I asked for was to see her naked again. She hesitated a bit, but slowly started to strip off her clothes. Decided to keep with my new confident streak, I walked to her and helped her undress. She didn’t stop me, just watched my hands.
When she was completely naked, I took a step back and looked her absolutely gorgeous body from head to toe. Her eyes flickered down to the tent in my pants but she just bit her lip, letting me look as much as I wanted. I then stepped close and kissed her again. Maybe it was the fact that we had already kissed, or that I didn’t grab anything, but she let me kiss her, my hands gently touching her face.
Clearly flustered from the kiss, Jasmine quickly got dressed, told me to be in her door that night at eight and made a hasty exit. I may not be her type, but apparently being naked and kissing someone was enough. Smiling, I sat on my couch and took my time pleasuring myself to fresh memories of her naked body, the feel of her soft lips, the taste of her mouth.
The prank turned out to be a little more than I had anticipated. She had me take this girl, Cassandra, out of her room without waking her up and lay her naked in the hall way. I would then cum on her face and pull the fire alarm before she woke up. The result was every woman in the dorm calling her a drunk whore by the next morning. I enjoyed it, because Cassandra was attractive, but I did wonder if she was enough of a bitch to deserve what I did.
There were a couple more exchanges. I took naked pictures of her to scare an ex boyfriend of her’s that was telling lies about her around school. I woke him up in the middle of the night, making it look like his letterman jacket was hovering above the bed. While giving him some spiel about being a better person or else, I experimented with my powers. No where near strong enough to rip the jacket in half, I focused on an imaginary line down the middle of the jacket and turned the fibers incorporeal, making it look like it had been ripped in half and then dropped the two halves of the jacket, flying out of his room unseen.
Next, she wanted me to follow her boyfriend around. She had feared that he was cheating on her for a while. This of course seemed hypocritical to me considering what she was willing to do with me having a boyfriend. Deciding to take it up a step I wanted a bit more. I had her strip again and then told her to lay on the bed. She looked a little hesitant when I moved onto the bed, but I guess she was put at ease by the fact my clothes were still on.
I took my time just exploring her body. When my hand curled around her firm, perfect breast, I made a mess of my underwear. At that moment, I didn’t even care if it would show on the outside of my pants. I spent a couple minutes touching, squeezing, and kissing her soft breasts. I gently rolled her over and moved down, cupping her plump cheeks in my hand. The heart shape of her ass was very sexy, but that didn’t prepare me for the feel of it in my hands, my fingers sinking into the supple flesh.
It took me a few moments to regain my composure and continue. I rolled her over again and looking up at her gently spread her legs. I feared I may have been pushing it, but she only watched me, not stopping me just yet. My hands moved up to her inner thighs and moved her legs further apart, giving me a full close up look at what all straight men dream about. Not wanting to rush the moment, I kissed her strong, perfectly shaped thighs, working my way north.
She seemed both hesitant and excited. I could see the moister building up, and feel the tensing in her upper thighs and stomach. Still, refusing to remain a pathetic geek for the rest of my life, I kept going. Looking up into her eyes, I started to kiss her outer lips. Like any shut in with a normal sex drive, I had watched plenty of porn. With a basic knowledge of where everything was and what it all did, I wasn’t quite as awkward as when I kissed her.
With my thumbs I spread her lips and looking down at what was before me, I started licking. She tasted just as I had expected and I enjoyed every drop. At first I was just testing the waters, but when she didn’t push me away or yell for me to stop, I lowered my face and put all my porn watching and erotica reading to use. My inexperienced tongue moved from teasing her opening to flicking over her clit. Each touch of that little hot spot made her gasp. I was guessing that all my exploring had left her teased and in need.
I focused on her clit for a while, sucking, licking, even rubbing it some, watching her squirm and moan. I was enjoying the control oral sex gave me over her, every little touch making her react more, moan louder. I lowered my hand, sliding two fingers into her tight opening as I continued to suck on her swollen clit. My tongue danced over the sensitive skin in my mouth while my fingers moved deeper inside her. She was moaning, arching off the bed when my fingers found a weird little spot inside her. When I put some pressure on this spot and rubbed it, she let out a loud squeak and clutched at my head as she started to convulse. I kept rubbing and sucking until she begged me to stop.
Rolling off her, I watched as she panted, a soft sheen of sweat on her beautiful body. The front of my pants were dark from cum stains and I was still rock hard, but I just watched her get up, get dressed and leave. I had to masturbate four times before I had enough relieve to go to sleep.
I spent the next two weeks following her boyfriend around. It was boring because he was the typical college jock. It turns out that when she thought he was cheating on her, he was going to the strip club. I was disappointed and Jasmine was relieved. While it wasn’t noble what he was doing, it wasn’t cheating either. I went home after telling her and went back to working on my experiment.
Lust of a Ghost Boy
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Halloween Witch
On an unseasonably cold Halloween Night, I was walking along the road, trying to get to my friend’s house where a party was being held. The party was in honor of the fact that I had just purchased my first house and everyone was happy because finally the old General’s house would have someone living in it. I had always loved that old house, and I had always said that I would buy it some day. I never really believed that I would have the opportunity to do it though.
When I rounded the corner I found, to my dismay, that there was a huge crowd at my friend’s house. I was told that it was just going to be a small affair, but I guess I was mistaken. Before I can retreat and leave though I am grabbed and brought further into the melee. My friend spots me and comes over right away.
“I am so sorry! This was just supposed to be a small gathering, and then we were going to go over to your new place, but when everyone heard that you had bought the General’s old place, they all wanted to come. If you would like to not have everyone at your place, that is very understandable.”
I look around at the huge gathering and mentally shrug my shoulders. “I understand. My new house has been the neighborhood’s eerie, creepy place since anyone can remember. I am just glad that I was able to buy it and get it fixed up so quickly. Just let me run home and get some things put out. If you want to come by at about 9:00, that would be great. I would love to show off the house.”
“Mira…Everyone says that the place is haunted. Have you seen anything yet?” I laugh and shake my head. “There is a story that if a lady is alone there on Halloween, the General comes to visit her. He is looking for the witch that put the curse on him that gives him eternal youth, on Halloween and only on Halloween. It is said that if he can find her and make love to her, then he will be able to stay a young man and not return to the grave at the end of the night.”
“Honestly, do you really believe in that? Just for that, I, a virgin, will stay there tonight and see if the General actually does come. If he does, I hope that he’s in full uniform.”
“Mira! How can you talk like that? I know that you are a virgin, but are you serious about staying there all night alone?”
“What is different about tonight than any other night? I have spent plenty of nights there alone and I have seen or experienced nothing. I am hoping that tomorrow morning will bring a changed lady to light. I am tired of being the last virgin in the area. I would love it if he would come and make me woman full and true.” I can see that my friend is truly shocked at what I just said, but it is the truth. I am tired of still being a virgin. Maybe the General can take care of the problem tonight. Turning from my friend I make for the nearest door and exit the madhouse that is the party that she is hosting.
I practically run back to my house. When I get back I notice that there is a light on in the bedroom that I do not remember leaving on. Quickly I run up the stairs to the second floor. As I open the door to the bedroom, a part of me notices that it is not the electric light that is on, but an oil lamp that I left next to my bed. That wasn’t the surprising part though. There was a young gentleman sitting on the end of the bed in period clothes. As I enter the room, he looks up at me.
“Please tell me that you are the one that I have been searching for.” His voice has a wonderful soft Southern drawl to it that just makes my knees weak.
“I hope that I am. I have heard stories of the General. Are you him?”
“I am.”
“Then please, do what you will to me and see if I am the one that you are searching for. I would have you make me a woman tonight, Sir.”
“You are a virgin?”
“Yes.”
“Then come. Let us make love and see if you are indeed the witch that has placed this curse on me.”
“What must I do?”
Standing, he walks over to me and gently pulls me into the room further. Quickly he helps me out of my clothing and lays me down on the bed. “Just lay there and I shall do the deed. Spread your legs for me and I shall come to you. Close your eyes for I would not have you fearful of me. I am quite large for a virgin, and the last one was a terrible experience for she saw me and grew scared. I would have this be a night of pleasure, not a night of rape.” Laying back on the bed I notice that he is a very good looking young man. The last thought I have before I close my eyes is that I feel so removed from what is going on. It almost feels like I am just a spectator watching all of this happen.
I feel the bed dip under his weight and then I feel his body cover mine. When I feel his manhood between my legs I sigh in pleasure. He is very large, but I somehow know that he will be gentle with me. As he presses it into me I feel it enter me and somehow I know that I am going to be the one that he has been searching for. Tearing my virginity apart as he enters is a feeling of relief and I cry out in pleasure. Pulling out he rams back into me. I now understand why my friends have been after me for so long to at least have an affair. Every time he presses into me it is like fireworks going off in my head.
Suddenly he stops. With a cry I see a shimmer form around him and he falls down on top of me. When he presses himself up I see a difference in him. Immediately I know that the curse has been lifted. A look of wonder is on his face.
“I cannot remember when I felt actually alive! Thank you my virgin!” With that he pulls out, only to slam into me harder than he did before. With each thrust he gets harder and more intense until finally he stops inside of me. I can feel him erupting as I reach my first mind-shattering orgasm. Pulling out he rolls over to the side and lays there breathing very heavily. “My Lady! How can I ever thank you for what you have done for me? I am now free of the curse and free to live the rest of my life.”
Wouldn’t you know it? At that moment there is a knock on the door. “Oh my! I forgot! My friends were coming over to see the house! I have nothing ready!”
“My Lady, I would help you. Please tell me what you require of me.”
Frantically I think for a minute. “Go down and let them in. Tell them I will be down in a minute as I am just finishing my costume. If you would go into the kitchen and find the veggie tray I’ll be down before you have to put anything else out. Thank you so much!” Quickly I turn back to him as he gets ready to leave the room. “By the way, what is your name?”
“I’m sorry, Ma’am. My name is Jeremiah. I shall do as you have requested.” With a slight bow he is out the door and I hear him going down the stairs.
Quickly I get into the dress that I had set aside to wear tonight. It is a period dress and will look very nice with Jeremiah’s uniform. Thankfully it is very easy to get into. In just a couple of minutes I am exiting my room and walking down the central staircase. Looking down I see Jeremiah talking with my friend Becky. Hurrying down the final few steps I reach out for Becky and bring her into the kitchen with me.
“Becky! You were right! It was awesome. He’s the General.” I knew that my friend would be shocked, and I was right. “I know that I said that didn’t believe in ghosts, but after tonight, well I have no reason not to. He was awesome! It was amazing to see the curse be lifted from him and feel him become, well, normal.”
“Are you saying that he already fucked you?” I nod my head. “Wow! He works quick. Tell me, was it any good having sex with a ghost?”
I grin at my best friend. “It was wonderful! He was wonderful. Now, though, I don’t know what I am going to do with him. He is human again, so I am not sure how to proceed.”
Just then, out of the corner of my eye, I see Jeremiah come to the door of the kitchen. From the look on his face I can tell that he wants something. “Yes, Jeremiah?”
“Can I see you alone for a moment?”
I turn to my friend. “Becky, can you put out the munchies? I’ll be back in a minute.” Becky nods and we go into a back room that I have made into a guest room.
Throwing me down onto the bed, he quickly loosens his pants and throws my dress up to my waist. “My Lady, please, I feel that I need to make love to you again. I feel so different than I have the past nights that I have materialized. Please, let me.” From the urgency in his voice I can tell that he is, indeed, scared that something will go wrong and he will return to the grave at the end of the night.
“Jeremiah, Sir, you may.” With those few words spoken he rams himself into me and kisses me hard at the same time. Very quickly I can feel him cumming in me and I know that by morning I am going to be very sore.
Very soon we are back out to my guests and I am giving them the tour of the renovations that I have made. When we get to the backyard I notice that there are about ten other Civil War costumed men milling about. One of them, upon seeing Jeremiah, saluted and proceeded past us. I guess that in helping him come back to life I have helped others in his unit as well.
After everyone has left, Jeremiah calls the rest of his men together and talks to them for a few minutes. Before coming to me I can see that he is telling them to wait for his signal.
“My Lady, I am afraid to say that even though you have helped me get my life back, I do not even know your name.”
I chuckle, for that thought had occurred to me as well. “I am Mira. My parents had a very interesting streak in them. I was born on Halloween, and my mother decided to name me after the one lady in her past that everyone considered a witch.” I shrug. “Maybe I am a bit of a witch if I was able to bring you back to life.”
“Thank you, Miss Mira. I assume that by now you have figured out that these are my men. Unfortunately they have the same curse upon them, with one difference. They were cursed by the same witch. After I have become human again, they have but that night to fuck the same woman to become real as well. If they do not before the sun rises, then they are doomed for eternity to walk the graveyard where they are buried.”
“So, Jeremiah, you are telling me that before the sunrise I will be fucked by ten more men?” I have to stop and think about this. Do I really want to be fucked that many times in one night? “Have them come upstairs one at a time. You must be there though to make sure that your men do not get out of control.” What am I doing? Am I out of my mind? In 5 hours I will be fucked by ten ghosts that will turn into real men. Then what do I do with them? I am insane.
“Miss Mira, I know that some of these men will want to fuck you in the ass. Would you have a problem with that?” Stunned, I never thought that they would really do that, I look over at Jeremiah. “If you would like, I could go first and get you ready for that, for I have witnessed it being done and I can tell you that it does hurt the lady until she is use to it.”
Quickly I think about it. “No, Jeremiah, but thank you. I would just rather have them come and get it done. Please bring the first gentleman with you, as I will be ready in a couple of minutes. Bring them to the back bedroom on the first floor though. That one is the guest room.” Turning, I walk back into the house and go directly into the bedroom to take off my clothes. Taking a deep breath I do not hear Jeremiah come in behind me.
“Mira, thank you. You do not know how much it means to me, knowing that my men will finally have the curse lifted from them as well.” Putting his hands on my shoulders he can feel me trembling. “If this gets to be to much for you, then I will stop it. You do not know how much I hate to ask this of you, for I can tell that you are, in fact, a lady. You should not have to do this.”
Turning towards him I rest my head momentarily on his shoulder. “When you get to know me better, you will find that once I have said that I will do something, I will do it. How should I be positioned for the first one?”
Without giving it a single thought he tells me to get on my hands and knees. “That way, as soon as one has been freed of the curse, the next one can come in. For the ones that enjoy the ass, that is the best position for them as well.” He motions for the first one to come in. “Here is Obadiah. He is my right hand man. I could do nothing with out him. There were many times after a battle that he would find me and patch me up.”
I feel someone grab my hips and before he can slam is cock into me I hear Jeremiah tell him to take it easy. “But, Sir! Isn’t she the witch whore that put that curse on us?”
“Obadiah, she was a virgin before I took her. Be easy on her.”
“Yes, Sir.” With that he presses into me and I have to groan as I feel his manhood go all the way in. Before I can get use to it though he is pounding in to me over and over again. Without looking at him I can see the shimmer and I know that his curse has been lifted. Jeremiah must have done something, because before I feel him cum he pulls out. Breathing heavily he backs away. “Thank you, my Lady. You have given me back my life.” With that he straightens out his clothes and leaves the room.
Before the next one can come in Jeremiah comes over and sits on the floor by me. “I thought I should warn you. The next one is known to be a little rough and to not pay any attention when the girl is screaming. He is also one that like to put it in the ass.”
“Thank you for the warning. Hopefully I won’t be screaming, but don’t worry. I can take it. Please, just be here for me, that’s all I can ask right now.” Without any warning I feel two hands on my hips and a manhood pressing against an opening that I never thought to be anything other than an exit. I gasp at the sheer size of this manhood, for it feels larger than anything I had imagined.
“Mira, just relax.” Looking at the man behind me he admonishes him to be gentle with me. “I am right here, Mira. I will not leave you.” I feel this huge manhood press against me and I can feel the pain start. “Just breathe, My Lady, and soon it will be done.” Harder and harder he presses against me, and just when I think that he is to big and it won’t fit I feel it slip inside. With a scream I tense up and pull forward. “Timothy, stop! Give her a minute.” I shake my head and Jeremiah tells him to continue. Pulling almost all the way out he shoves himself back in hard and I bite down so that I won’t scream. Harder and harder he rams himself into me until I see the now familiar shimmer. With a cry he pulls out and leaves.
As I am trying to catch my breath, I look over at Jeremiah and I can see that this is not easy for him to watch. Finally I get the chance to ask what I have noticed. “Why are they not cumming in me as you did? Is that not part of the lifting of the curse?”
“My Lady, none of the men will spill their seed into you in case you are to become pregnant this night. They want to have the knowledge that the child is mine.” Pregnant? I hadn’t even thought about that. Stunned, I do not feel the next man come in until he is pressing into me. For the rest of the time, I am in shock. I do not hear anything that is said between Jeremiah and his men until I feel another manhood pressing against my ass. “My Mira, are you back with me? I know that you have been in shock, but please come back to me. This is the last man, and he is wondering if he may fuck you hard. The sun is almost rising, My Lady.”
I look back and I see this young man standing behind me. He had to be just in his early 20’s. “Fuck me hard and make me scream.” That is all that he needed to hear. Slamming into me he tears a scream out of me. “Yes! Fuck me harder!” Pain swirls around me almost like a mist until I see the shimmer and I know that he made it and he is a real person now as well. Quickly he pulls out. I never see Jeremiah lean forward to catch me as I fall to the ground.
Gently he picks me up and places me on the bed. His men all come into the room and look down at me as for a moment I transform into the witch that cursed them and then I am back to myself. Gently, one of the men picks up the comforter that is folded on the end of the bed and places it over my ravaged body. As they watch, a shimmer comes over me and they hear the witch’s voice: “Because she has been the one and has helped you all, she will only suffer the effects of the General. It will be as if none of you had fucked her this night.” With that, the curtains flutter at the window and all is still. Filing out of the room the men take one last look at me and then at their General and they all know that he loves me. They all go out onto the porch and watch the first sunrise that they had seen in many years.
Halloween Witch
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