Saturday, 24 February 2018
A Winter's Tale erotic story ever
It was shortly after my sixteenth birthday that Mum walked out on Dad and me. She had been having an affair with another man for over a year. Dad and I lived alone after that. I had just become sexually aware, and had discovered my mother’s five-inch rubber dildo that she left behind in an under-stairs cupboard in the sitting room. With plenty of baby oil on it, I had accidentally broken my hymen during a frantic masturbation session, and, gradually over the past few months, had worked up to fully consuming that vibrating black-rubber cock in my young pussy.
Dad tried his best to make ends meet, working all the hours under the sun. I would prepare dinner when I returned home from school. Dad would get home, eat dinner, shower and then fall asleep watching the TV.
One night, I was woken up by strange noises. I walked silently down the hall, towards the noise that had stirred me from my sleep. I stopped outside Dad’s bedroom door and listened to the moans coming from inside. I pushed the door open quietly to see dad lying on top of his bed with his hand around his stiff cock. The nightlight emitted enough light for me to see him stroking his cock fast and furious. I stood motionless. I knew I should leave, but the sight of my dad masturbating mesmerized me.
Dad gave a loud groan and I saw white cum shoot from his cock. He spurted about five or six times, all landing on his chest and belly. He was soon covered with the slimy goo. His eyes were closed as he finished masturbating. I backed out the door, moved out in the hallway and quietly pulled the door shut. I went back to my bedroom and lay on the bed trying to go back to sleep. But I just couldn't get the image of my dad's cock ejaculating out of my mind.
Gingerly, I wiggled my index and middle fingers into my vagina. I inhaled sharply, feeling a nice tingling sensation. My two fingers slid in deeper, lubricated with the slimy wetness I could feel all around in my vagina. I closed my eyes, shuddering. I started to feel pleasure in my loins, and the pleasure reached a pinnacle. Gasping and shaking, feeling my pussy muscles convulse around my
fingers. I had to bite my lip to stop myself screaming out as I orgasmed.
One Friday evening, Dad came home a bit later than usual. He had stopped off at some bar with a few work friends. He was a bit drunk. He ate his dinner, went for a shower and, as usual, fell asleep while we were watching TV. I started to feel sleepy myself, so I got off the armchair to wake Dad up off the sofa. When I gently shook his shoulder, he stirred but remained sleeping. I then realised that I had a clear view of his out-stretched body, and his dressing gown was open.
As I looked down at him, the tip of his cock peeking out the hole in his boxers was in plain sight for me to view. I knew that if he were to wake up now, the embarrassment of being there would make me want to melt into the floor. I leaned over to get a closer view at the crown of his cock. His heavy breathing showed me that he was still fast asleep. I cautiously reached down and touched his penis hanging from his boxers. It twitched and started to harden. Scared, I backed away from him, yet couldn't bring myself to leave. I pulled open the gap in his boxers and gasped as my slight touch caused his now rigid penis to twitch more. It was about six inches long. I had never before seen or touched a man's penis.
It was really scary, thrilling, electrifying, and definitely went against everything I had been taught and warned about. I had to touch him and see if it was real. Bravely, my tiny fingers lightly ran themselves up and down the base of his shaft. Dad began to stir; quickly I dashed upstairs to my room and into bed. I heard him coming up the stairs. I shut my eyes and pretended to be asleep. My door opened then shut, and then I heard him go to his own room.
Over the next few weeks, the weather got colder and colder. Our heating system broke down. The nights were really cold. All we had was the log fire downstairs. Thursday night, I just couldn't get to sleep I was freezing. So I went downstairs to sit in front of the fire.
Dad was still on the sofa. He woke up. "What's up, Beth?"
"I'm freezing cold, Dad. I can't sleep."
"Well, you can't stay down here all night, petal. You can get in my bed if you want."
"Oh thanks, Dad." I went up to his room and got into bed while Dad locked up and turned the lights off.
Dad came up and turned off the bedroom light. I watched him as he took off his dressing gown and went over to the drawers to take out his pajamas. He had his back to me, and I watched him slide off his shorts and put his pajamas on then go to the toilet. I had a long thick cotton nightshirt on.
Shit , I thought, I haven’t got any knickers on. Making sure my nightie was pulled right down, I settled down.
Dad came in the room, "You alright, Beth?"
"Yes, thanks, Dad," I said.
He got into bed with me and I cuddled up to him and went to sleep.
Dad’s hand caressing my shoulder woke me later that night. Gently, his hand moved over my shoulder and rested on my breast. Dad started to stroke my budding breasts over my nightie.
For the first time in my life, I felt a hand other than my own caressing me erotically. My nipples puckered into erect little nubs almost immediately. I could feel his warm breath on my cheek and soon his lips were kissing my neck softly. Still, I pretended to sleep. Eventually, he stopped, which was a bit disappointing – I was starting to get a warm feeling between my legs.
***
The following morning when I woke up, the bed was empty; Dad had gone to work early. I got dressed and went to school. All day at school I couldn't concentrate, thinking about how my dad had been massaging my tits but had left me high and dry when he had stopped. When I got back home, I changed out of my school clothes. My panties were wet. I couldn't hold out any longer, so I lay on my bed and brought myself off.
Putting on my nightie and thick dressing gown, I did the chores around the house and started to make Dad's dinner. Dad came home very late, about 9.30pm. He was drunk, staggering everywhere. He didn't want his dinner; he gave me a kiss and went to bed. I stayed downstairs and cleaned the kitchen up, throwing away his unwanted dinner. I sat in front of the log fire watching the television. Evil, sexy thoughts about Dad wracked my mind.
I got up, turned off the lights, locked up and went upstairs. Dad's door was open so I looked in on him. He was snoring away. I hesitated for a moment, then slipped my dressing gown off and went into him, and stood by the side of the bed just looking at him as he slept. I was pantieless and my nightie barely covered my bare thighs.
I lifted the sheets and got in beside Dad. I lay there for about half an hour unable to sleep. Then Dad moved a bit closer to me. I thought he was still asleep, but I rapidly changed my mind when I felt one
of his hands come over and rest on my right breast. He kneaded it and then started to fondle it. My body reacted by erecting my nipples. I kind of froze, my eyes shut tight, showing no resistance at all. In fact, I liked it, but, at the same time, I knew it was wrong, him touching me. After all, I was his daughter. But my doubts soon disappeared.
His fingers began pinching and squeezing my little nipples. I could feel his thing poking against my leg as he lay there. It wasn't long before he had my nightie up over my belly. Dad's hands went underneath and touched my breasts and swollen nipples. Then I held my breath as he moved closer to me and started kissing me on the neck. It felt good, making me feel warm all over. His strong but gentle hand made its way down my belly then between my thighs; his fingers weaving through my pubic hair until they rested between my slit. I got a really nice tingly feeling between my legs. I was biting my bottom lip to keep in the moans of pleasure from Dad's touch. Dad expertly slid one finger between my slit and found my clitoris.
It was too much for me and I let out a groan, "Oh, that's nice!"
Dad pulled his hand away sharply, a little shocked. He sat up, turned the bedside lamp on, turned towards me, and said, "Beth, you're awake."
"Please, Dad, don't stop. It was so nice."
"Beth, are you sure? Do you know what you're saying?"
"Yes, Dad, please."
He bent down and proceeded to roll his tongue around the nipple of my right breasts, encircling it the whole time like he was tracing a swirl. His hand stroked down my belly to my inner thighs, then moved up between my legs and cupped my warm pussy. Again his fingers probed around and around over my swollen clit. His tongue traced a line from my breasts to my belly button and then down my patch of pubic hair until he had finally reached my pussy. I felt his tongue lick the edges of my vaginal lips before slowly darting in and out of me.
It took only seconds for me to experience the most powerful orgasm of my life. "Ohhh! Ahhhh! That feels so good! So fucking good!"
Dad scrambled to his knees, grabbed my hips, and quickly pulled his face into my pussy. His tongue reached deep between my legs, licking up my slit, flicking over my clit. Reaching my hole, he pushed his face hard against my pussy, jamming his tongue deep in my wet hole. My legs almost buckled. Locking my knees around the side on his head, I ground my body back against him, meeting each
push with my own in return. This was the first time I had ever had my pussy sucked.
I growled deep, pulling his face tighter against me. I humped his face – hard. Lights exploding behind my closed eyes, grinding my cunt on his face, I thrust involuntarily against his mouth and tongue. Harder, faster, I humped him.
A few seconds more, my body went rigid. "Uhhh! Uuhhh! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Don't stop Daddy! Don't stop!"
I came hard, never before like this, and on his tongue. I ground my cunt against his mouth, hard. Thrusting, humping. My body went limp. I slumped back on the bed. Dad still attached, licking my slit, drinking my juices. Eventually, he stopped and lay on his back, his mouth and chin wet with my juices.
I could see his hard cock and very swollen purple, mushroomed head resting on his stomach. His testicles were the size of golf balls that hung in a huge, saggy sack. I lent over and opened my hand and wrapped my fingers around his cock. I gave it a few strokes and it seemed to stiffen even more. He let out a low moan as I began playing with his rock-hard pole. It was about the same size as Mum's rubber dildo, but a bit thicker. I looked at it as I stroked it, studying the purple head and the bulging veins that ran the length of it.
It was actually kind of scary looking, especially when I thought that soon it would be in my wet pussy. I fell in love with his cock then and there. After I had run my hand up and down it, I decided I really wanted to kiss it. I glanced up at my dad; he seemed to be in heaven with a silly look on his face. I circled the base of his cock with both of my hands and leaned forward, my tongue extended. When it touched his cock I felt it twitch. That really excited me!
I circled the swollen, purple head of his cock with my tongue, then some clear fluid dribbled out of it. It tasted a little salty, but I didn't mind. I pulled my head back to look up at my dad, then smiled at him and went back to his cock. I opened my mouth and slipped my lips around his cock head. I started sliding them up and down, just over Dad's cock head. I was still gripping the bottom of his shaft. With my other hand, I started fondling his balls.
He seemed to really like this; his hips started moving up and down like he was fucking my face. I stopped sucking again and looked up at him. I kept stroking his cock with my hand as I smiled at him.
"No more, Beth. I can't take much more of that." Dad sat up, pulled my nightie over my head and pushed me onto my back. His head dived between my legs.
His tongue licked away at me for a few minutes. But just as I could feel myself building up for an orgasm, he stopped. Then my father's tongue and body started moving up my body as he licked my belly button and then my breasts and then my neck. I felt his penis grazing my lower thigh and then my upper thigh until it was grazing my left vaginal lip. He proceeded to kiss me on the lips and adjusted his body a little bit. I spread my legs apart even farther and felt the head of his penis touch my vagina.
Then my father started to push, but was a little too high and didn't quite get it in. The feeling of anticipation and excitement was running through my body. Once again, I felt my father push, but his penis was still a little too high and he was just bouncing against the upper part of my vaginal lips. He simply moved his hand between our bodies, holding his penis, trying to find my opening.
"It's there, Dad," I whispered in his ear. Now I could feel the head of his penis against me again, and as he started to push, this time the head started going inside me. He entered me so slowly; it took a full minute before the entire head of his penis was inside my vagina. It felt a little sore when the ridge of his cock-head was fully inside of me, and I knew his whole shaft was to follow.
He slowly slid the rest of his penis inside me. It felt very uncomfortable. "You okay, baby?" he whispered.
"No, it hurts a bit, Dad."
"I'll be gentle." He lay on top of me for a while without moving. He began to kiss my neck and nibble my earlobes. Dad started to make slow jerks with his hips, and then slid his penis up and down inside of me, gently at first and then more forcefully as he continued to fuck me.
I remember him saying, "I can't believe I'm inside you, sweetheart," numerous times throughout. He didn't pump for much more than a couple of minutes before he groaned, "Oh, sweetie, I'm almost there."
"Oh, god, Daddy! Jesus! I'm cumming too," I squealed back at him.
"Oh, baby! Baby! I’m going to... pull out... I'm gonna come." Dad pulled his cock out. Immediately, I felt emptiness inside me. He grasped his cock and wanked it a few times. "Ughhhh!!" he moaned. His sperm erupted from his pee hole like a volcano. It splashed on my chin, breasts, neck and over my belly, and dribbled on my pubic hair. There was so much of it. Dad lent over my face and kissed me on my forehead, then got off the bed and came back with a towel and wiped me down. We fell asleep in each other's embrace and I had the most wonderful dreams that night.
***
When I woke up, I was all tangled up with my dad. My head was on his shoulder, my arm over his chest, and my leg was over his belly. His hand was still rubbing gently on my nipples, like he hadn't slept at all. I rolled over on my back, stretching.
"Morning, sleepy head!" he said.
"Morning," I mumbled. "What time is it?"
"Almost 10 o'clock."
"How long have you been awake?"
"Oh, a while. I didn't want to wake you."
"I'm hungry," I said, getting up and pulling my nightie on. "What's for breakfast?"
Dad sighed. "Cereal, toast, milk. The usual breakfast stuff."
I went down into the kitchen, found the cereal and got the milk and bowls. Dad came in and sat down opposite me while we ate. He had just his shorts on.
Dad said, "The heating engineers are coming at lunchtime to fix the boiler. I just hope it is not going to be too expensive."
"I'm sure it's going to be okay, Dad. I'll get a job soon so I can help a bit more."
"It's okay, baby, we'll manage somehow."
When we finished, we put all the dirty dishes in the sink.
"I'll help you do the dishes, if you like," Dad said.
I smiled at him.
We did the dishes, having a water fight at the sink, both of us were laughing at the suds all over us. We cleaned up the mess and Dad said, "Since you're already wet, you can take the first shower?"
I went into the bathroom, turning on the water and letting it get hot. I climbed in and pulled the curtain shut. Standing under the refreshing water, I heard the door open. "You okay, Beth?"
"Yes, thanks, Dad."
"Do you want me to wash your back?" he asked, smiling at me.
"Okay," I answered, wondering what he'd do next.
He opened the curtain and started rubbing the soap all over my back, lifting my arms and cleaning under them, tickling me as he did so. Then his hand came round to the front of my breasts, his soapy fingers rubbing over my rock-hard nipples. It sure felt good. I looked around and I could see that Dad's stiff penis was sticking out from his shorts, which meant that he was getting excited, too.
"You like touching me, don't you, Dad?"
"Yes honey, I do," he said. "Touching you makes me feel good." His hands moved down to my pubic hair and started to rub the soap all over my crotch. My pussy was really tingling.
"Do you miss Mum?" I asked.
"Yes I do, Beth."
"Have you had a girlfriend since Mum left?"
"No, I haven't."
"I'll be your girlfriend, then, Dad."
He kind of sighed then chuckled. Turning me around, he said, "Baby, I could get sent to jail for what we did last night."
"Gosh, Dad, why could they put you in jail? I didn't think we were doing anything wrong."
"It's against the law for a man to have sex with his daughter."
"Don't worry, Dad," I said, hugging him. "I wouldn't ever do anything to get you in trouble. I won't tell anyone. Promise!" I kissed him. I didn't care if we were breaking any dumb old laws.
He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him. Dad grabbed a towel and carried me into his bedroom. He took me over to the side of the bed and I lay down on my back, with my legs hanging over the edge, so he could rub me all over with the towel. He got down on his knees as he dried my legs. I spread my legs so he could dry between them.
Dad said, "Can I kiss you like I did last night?"
I nodded, feeling excited.
He moved his face down between my legs and kissed my pussy as I sat up on my elbows. He stuck his tongue as far in as he could get it, and then he started sucking on it. I could feel his tongue moving all around, making me shiver. He was going slowly up and down my slit, and his hands came up and rubbed over my titties.
I couldn't help moaning – it felt so good. I was pushing my mound up against his mouth, when I felt his tongue touch my clitoris. Just then I felt an orgasm coming, and when it did I groaned, "Ohh god Daddy! Ohh god! Oohh god!" and my whole body was jerking under his tongue. It was so strong that I had to push Daddy's head away and make it stop. I was shaking all over! Wow!
Dad stood up, pulling down his shorts to his ankles and kicking them off. His cock looked bigger and even thicker than before. He got on the bed and slid close to me. He put his arms around me and pulled me on top of him. I was straddling his chest before slithering down and feeling the heat off his mushroom-headed cock as it nudged against my tight opening. I could feel him pushing back onto me, trying to get it inside. With me diddling back and Dad pushing up, his cock-head speared through my pussy lips and forced its way into my vaginal opening. I pushed and kept pushing until I was half impaled on it. My hands were on his chest. It was too uncomfortable to squeeze any more of his penis in me.
Dad slid his hands up and down my body, first stroking my shoulders, then my breasts, and then his hands went to my buttocks. Dad thrust, not hard and fast, just a slow powerful thrust. I felt my father's cock slide inside, inch by inch, until our pubic hairs met. I looked into his eyes.
"That feels so nice, baby." With his hands on my waist, he lifted me slowly, and then let me back down. My pussy lips stretched and slid down his thick shaft. His hands grasped my buttocks, pulling me down onto his chest, with my face nuzzling in his neck. Once the delicious penetration was complete, I began to move my hips up and down with increasing tempo.
Dad was beside himself. "Fuck me, baby! Ahhhhh!"
With each stroke of his cock, he pulled back a little farther each time. Soon he pulled out, just leaving the tip of his cock in then slowly sinking back in all the way.
"Oohhh, Oohhh, yeah, like that, Dad!" I groaned. "Ohhh, go a little faster now."
Dad held me by my hips, pulling me onto him. I could feel the usual tingling begin to happen. "I love you, Dad," I whispered.
Dad thrust faster and faster, until I felt his balls slapping against my bum cheeks.
"Ooooh, god! I'm coming, Daddy! It feels so good! Yes! Yes! Yes!" A huge wave of electricity was surging through me. I could hear a squishy sound every time I slid back onto him.
Then Dad's thrusts stopped, he flipped me over, his penis still stuck up me. He pulled my legs over his shoulders and started pounding into me as hard as he could. The roomed echoed with the sound of his big heavy ball bag slapping against me. I could feel another orgasm coming. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't sttooooopppp!" I came so strongly.
Dad slowed down.
I couldn't get my breath – it was so intense. Letting my legs off his shoulders, we lay there looking into each other’s eyes till my orgasm had subsided.
"Oh Beth," he said, staring into my eyes. He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me. His tongue snaked its way between my lips and I complied by opening my mouth and seeking it out with my own. As I held him, our kiss lingered. Dad then started slowly moving his hips and I could feel the heat in his body, his heavy, short and sharp breaths.
I closed my eyes, arching my back and my mouth opened wide as I drew loud, harsh breaths of air. I could feel the sheer power of his hardness and excitement. I could almost feel the tension in every muscle in his body as he thrust himself into me.
"Oh, oh! Here it comes, honey!" groaned Dad, shoving himself hard into my crack.
I wrapped my legs around his buttocks and held him tight.
"I-I've gotta pull out, Beth!" he huffed.
I grabbed him firmly around the neck. "Don’t pull out, Daddy! Don’t pull out this time."
He gave one final cry: "Arrrhhhh! Here it is! Here it is! Aarrggg! Oh, fuck!" He couldn't help himself. I could actually feel his cock head start to pulse inside me and then he thrust his hips into mine a few more times and I felt his cum squirting inside me. His whole body jerked seven or eight times before it became still.
We lay there, holding each other with Dad's softening cock still inside me, for about twenty minutes after he came. It was the most loving embrace and experience I have ever had.
Out of the blue, the doorbell rang. "My god, it's the boiler man!" Dad jumped off me, pulled on his joggers and T-shirt, and went to answer the door. I could feel his cum juices running out of my vagina, down the crack of my arse, forming a puddle on the sheets. There was loads of it. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to shower. I had just managed to get the soap off my body when the water went off.
Grabbing a towel, I went to the top of the stairs. "Dad, the water’s gone off."
A tall, old, black man came from the kitchen followed by Dad. "It's okay, Beth, Bob has had to turn it off to find out what's wrong with the boiler."
"Oh, okay Dad." I noticed the old man looking up at me in my towel. I moved from his view and got my T-shirt, pants and dressing gown on and went downstairs to watch television. I could hear the man talking to Dad, and then he left.
Dad came in the living room. "What's up, Dad? Has he fixed it?"
"No, not yet, honey. He's gone to get a new circuit board for the boiler. He won't be long. You okay, baby? You just don't know how good you made your old dad feel." He lent over and kissed my cheek.
The old black man returned an hour later. He was in the kitchen. I heard Dad arguing with him. I went to see what all the fuss was about. Standing in the doorway, Dad said, "You must be joking. I can't afford that much. Your quote was cheaper than that."
"Well, sir, I will just have to take the board out. It ain't my problem."
"Dad, what's the problem?" I asked as I walked into the foyer.
"I just can't afford to have the boiler fixed, Beth."
The old man was eyeing me up and down again. "Wow, who's the lovely lady then? She your woman?"
"No! She's my daughter!" Dad snapped at him.
"Well, maybe she can help you pay the bill then. You know, with a blowjob. I'd take that for the old estimate and eat the rest," he said, sneering in my direction.
Dad grabbed him by his shirt. "Get the fuck out of here before I thump you!"
"No, Dad! Don't!" I screamed. "Please, I want to help!"
"Listen to the girl, man."
Dad let him go, still breathing hard. "Beth, you can't be serious," he said, staring at me strangely.
"Dad, I want to help."
"But you know what he wants, don't you?"
"Err, yes I do. I think. It's okay, Dad, I'll do it."
"Listen to her, man. Just give me half what you owe and we'll call it quits."
"A-are you sure, Beth?" my dad asked, sort of in shock.
"Yes, Dad, just give him what he wants."
Hesitantly, Dad gave him the money. The black man walked over to me and said, "Let's do this, sugar. They call me Black Bob." He held my arm and led me into the living room. Dad quickly followed behind us. "Hey, man, I can't do it while you're watching." He looked at me and said, "Take me to your room, girl.
"No. Beth stays here."
"It's okay, Dad. I'll be all right." I walked up the stairs with the old black man behind me. I stopped at my bedroom door. "Will you wash it first please?" I asked.
He nodded, and I pointed to the bathroom.
Dad popped his head around the banister rail. "Honey, I'll sit here and wait, okay? Are you sure you want to go along with this?"
"Dad, it's okay. I said I wanted to help and I meant it."
Dad ducked out of sight when black Bob came out the bathroom. "Let's get this show on the road, sugar. I've got other work to do today." He followed me to my bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed, while he stood in front of me. I reached for his belt. I undid his pants. He pulled his trousers and shorts down in one. His penis fell out. It was at least five inches long and fat, but it wasn't hard. It had a long, wrinkly piece of skin that hung from the end.
I started to stroke him and his black thing started to grow and grow. It was at least seven inches long now, and it curved up like a cucumber. It was so fat now, that my fingers didn't even reach around. It was a lot bigger than Dad's. I pulled back his foreskin and a big plum-shaped purple head popped out.
As I stroked him, Black Bob gave a groan, "Suck it, sugar."
I bent over and gave it a kiss and lick.
"I said suck it!" he growled down at me. I tried to get the big head in my mouth but it was just too big. I settled with stroking him off and licking it like a big lollipop. I didn't know what else to do.
"God, girly, you're no good at this. I need more."
Black Bob pulled away, kicked off his trousers and shorts from around his ankles and took off his shirt. For an old man, old enough to be my granddad, his body was in good shape and muscular. "Just got to go for a pee first," he said.
A few minutes later, he came back to my bedroom. Towering over me, he put his hands either side of my dressing gown lapels and slipped it over my shoulders. I froze with fear when his big hand groped my breasts through my t-shirt. Black Bob pushed me down on my back. Then he brought his lips down to mine, his big, black, rubbery lips locking onto mine. It wasn't all that unpleasant, and I immediately liked it when he did it again. I moved my lips under his and kissed him back gently. Suddenly his hand was under my shirt and he was cupping and fondling my small, bare breasts and nipples. His hands were all over me and I caught my breath as he moved my panties to one side and began touching my pussy. His fingers were fat and chunky and I made no move to stop him as he caressed my slit and began to open it slightly.
I gasped when I felt him putting his middle finger in me. Somehow I had got all wet and slippery there, so he slid it in easily. As his finger slid it in and out, I started to moan and move my lower body, imagining Dad and me having sex. It felt so good. My hips moved to the rhythm of the fingers. I was sucking mouthfuls of air, quietly gasping, "Yes! Yes!" And then I came, shuddering against his fingers.
Breathless and dazed from my orgasm, Bob hooked his fingers inside my panties and I automatically raised my hips, letting him pull them down my legs. He then lifted my t-shirt off. Suddenly, I was naked, lying on the bed in front of him. Bob slipped his hands under my buttocks, drawing me toward his tongue. I gasped loudly as his tongue licked the full length of my slit. I raised my hips to get closer to his wildly thrusting tongue.
"Oh god! What are you doing to me?" I groaned. Jolts of electric pleasure were invading my whole body. Black Bob never answered, as he raced his tongue faster and deeper into me. My thighs were quivering, my buttocks spasmed and I cried out deliriously as a wildfire spread through my body. "Ooooh, oh, my God! Ohhh, yes!" I whimpered, as my orgasm hit. I groaned hoarsely, as wave after wave of heat rolled over my belly. I jerked away from his maddening tongue.
"Stop! I can't stand anymore!" I screamed.
Black Bob emerged from between my legs with a huge grin on his wet face. "I've never shagged white meat before. In fact, I haven't shagged any woman since last year," he hissed.
I looked into his eyes. "You said all I had to do was suck you."
"Well, sugar, there's been a change of plan."
I was about to scream for Dad, but decided not to when Black Bob put his face close to mine. He said, "You can either have it rough, or I can be nice to you. Which way?"
Reluctantly, I mumbled, "Okay."
He moved his face away slowly. Then he got to his knees and moved between my legs. My body was all tensed up. "Relax. Just relax!" With his fat, black cock in one hand, he rubbed the big plumb- like head up and down my slit, then between my fleshy folds. "You a virgin, sugar?"
I shook my head.
"Well, this ain't going to be so bad then."
I felt thetip of his cock head start to penetrate me. "Oh god! God, it hurts!" I yelled. Bob smiled then pushed through my pussy-lips and forced his cock-head into me.
"Ugh, oh please. Bob, pleaeese! It hurts too much." It reminded me of when I first started using Mum's dildo. "Put some oil on, Bob. It's on my dresser."
"Fuckin' lousy bitch," Bob pulled out of me. A great feeling of relief came over me. Bob wandered over to my dresser with his huge swollen prick waving back and forth. Grabbing the bottle of baby oil, he smeared it over the length of his black banana-shaped cock, till it glistened. Pulling his foreskin back as far as it would go, he got back on the bed.
"Open wide, bitch. I've had enough of you fuckin' me around."
I felt Bob's hard cock pressing at the entrance to my vagina. Then he pushed his big-headed cock into me. The head popped in. It was better now – the oil lubrication took a little bit of the soreness away. "Oh man! You're so tight. Fuck!" he called out as he sank into me.
I squealed, "Owwww!" as he pressed and ground himself against my pubic bone. He lay on top of me for a while, sucking on my lips. He began softly thrusting himself in and out of me, then about two or three minutes later, I started to feel something coming on and yelled at the top of my lungs, "Harder! Fuck me harder! Oh, give it to me! Yes! Yes! I'm coming! Oh, I’m coming!"
I felt an explosion of my juices flood my insides. I was loving every violent thrust of Bob's cock up inside my throbbing pussy. "Oh God! Ooooh, I'm coming again! Oh god yes!" I yelled, hugging Bob to me.
He moved his large black hands and placed them under my butt cheeks so he could get his big black dick deeper inside me. He started fucking me again with frenzy. In and out. In and out. The bed was creaking like crazy. Bob sped up and, after about a minute, he groaned, "Oh fuck! Here it comes, sugar!"
His body went stiff for a long time and he kept mumbling, "Yah, mama!" I could feel his cock jerking inside me, as he unleashed a torrent of sperm in my vagina. Afterward, he lay on top of me for ages. His whole body was covered in sweat. I felt his dwindling cock slip slowly out of my tender pink pussy and his cum starting to trickle out along with it. It was running down my inner thighs onto my bed.
"Damn, that pussy is the best."
I looked over Black Bob's shoulder. Dad was standing at the foot of the bed. He had his trousers off and was rubbing his hard cock with one hand. Black Bob pulled himself and his sticky-wet, dripping cock off the bed and turned towards Dad. I lay there in disbelief as I saw him give Dad a handful of notes from his trouser pocket.
"That's the best fuck I've had in twenty years, man."
I lay there with the old man’s sperm dripping from my cunt as he dressed and left with my half naked Dad following him. My body was so weak, I could barely move. I heard Dad and Black Bob talking outside my bedroom door. Then footsteps going downstairs and the front door slam. Dad then came back in my room, completely naked now.
"I just have to have you one more time," he said, as he got on the bed. "God, old Bob sure has made a real mess." With that, he sank his cock up me. It went in very easily. I could hardly feel it. I could only lay there and stare at the ceiling. His hips began to quicken the pace every few strokes. I could feel his cock throb deep within me. I felt the familiar hardness of my father's cock grow even harder, his breathing become shorter, and I knew he was about to come inside me. With one final lunge, he was squirting in me as deep as possible and I felt his hot spurts shooting into me once again.
He rolled over, out of breath, and said, "Beth, you know you said you always wanted to help out with the money?"
"Yes," I said, holding back my tears of betrayal.
"Well, Black Bob says that he has plenty of friends who would like to see you and pay good money."
"Do I have to, Dad?"
"Well, if you love me and don't want to go back to Mum. I just can't afford the repayments on the house anymore now. I got laid off work yesterday."
"Oh! Err, okay then, Dad. I'll do anything I can to help out."
He scooped me up in his arms. "You can't sleep in this mess all night. You're coming to bed with me."
I spent the rest of the night sobbing quietly, while he kept telling me how great it was watching another man fuck me – especially a black man with a huge black cock. He said, "You must have really enjoyed that big black bone inside you."
Twenty-four hours ago, I was a virgin. Now Dad wantedto sell my body. Luckily for me, I had my period as normal four days later. Dad then took me to the doctors and had him put me on the pill. I still visit Dad's room on a nightly basis, but now I'm gonna be fucking other men for money, too. I dread to think what the future holds.
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‘It’s like that ship…what’s it called again?’ Danny has never been much good at general knowledge. That’s why he never makes it into the station’s pub quiz team – he’s reserve number four. ‘The Marie Celeste,’ Claire points out. He’s right though, she thinks to herself. The back door was wide open when they arrived at the scene. There are two coffee cups on the kitchen table and a newspaper spread open. There’s even a packet of biscuits and a pint of milk out. She notices the milk’s off; it smells. ‘Either they’re very trusting, or they had to leave in a hurry,’ he says, loosening his tie. Danny looks uncomfortable in that cheap polyester suit. Perhaps it’s the fact his neck’s too fat for his shirt collar, or his belly’s too big for his belt. She wishes he’d lose weight and smarten himself up a bit. Claire wanders through to the hallway. She picks up the pile of letters sitting behind the front door, sifts through the envelopes. There’s an answering machine on the table, a red light flashing up the messages waiting to be heard. Danny joins her. He’s flicking through his notepad. ‘What have we got then?’ she asks impatiently.
‘The postman contacted us. He was delivering a parcel. There was no answer when he knocked so he went round the back to leave it on the back doorstep. The door was wide open and when he shouted out, no one answered.’ ‘Do we know anything about the people who live here?’ ‘I talked to the neighbours. They say they’re a quiet couple, Paul and Elaine Harrison. They keep themselves to themselves. They’ve got two kids but they’re away at boarding schools for most of the year.’ ‘The amount of letters suggests the Harrisons have not been here for a few days,’ she ponders. ‘See if you can find out where they work. They must have good jobs if they can afford this place and send their children to private school.’ Danny lumbers off obediently. Claire checks out the various rooms of the house, finishing her cursory search in the lounge. It’s a large room, well furnished with a cream leather suite and a giant plasma screen TV. She’s envious. She’d love to live in a house like this, but her force salary will only stretch to it if she climbs the ranks. Detective Sergeant is fine for now but she needs to escape this staid rural backwater if she wants to get ahead. Beneath the TV there’s a DVD player. She notices the tray is open, a disc sits in it. There are words written on the disc in black permanent marker. She kneels down and reads them. Home Movie, No 1. She’s intrigued to see what they look like, the Harrison family. She decides it will help her in her enquiry if she can put faces to the names. Claire flicks the TV on and nudges the tray into the DVD player. She expects to see the family celebrating Christmas or a birthday, or enjoying a special day out. Instead she sees a couple sitting in the front of a car, a large 4x4 by the looks of it. It’s light
outside and there are trees in the background. The camera looks as if it’s positioned on the dashboard. She hears his voice first. ‘I want you, babe!’ The woman’s left hand roams onto his chest, fingers slipping between the buttons of his shirt, massaging the bare skin beneath with slow, deliberate strokes. All the while she holds his gaze with wide eyes. His hands encircle her narrow waist, pulling her onto him so she sits knees apart across his thighs, her back pressed against the steering wheel, her groin thrust against his. ‘I love you, Paul,’ she whispers in a husky tone, gyrating lightly against him. ‘Elaine,’ he sighs almost breathlessly, his hands wandering tentatively under her chunky-knit sweater, seeking out the taut, milky-white flesh below. ‘I want you. I want to fuck you.’ She hauls her jersey off and tosses it onto the passenger seat. Tousled strands of black hair cascade down over her face like the dark grain of white marble. He sinks his face into the shallow valley between her breasts, nuzzling the gently rounded curves. Her body quivers. She moans softly, throwing her head back as he unclips her bra and runs his dewy tongue over her nipples. Her hands are on the waistband of his trousers, unhooking his belt, zipping the fly down and pulling the material sharply back. He fumbles with the fastener on her jeans. It looks so cramped in the car. She brushes his hands away, rises up and unhitches them herself. He helps her pull one leg free of the denim as she takes his hard cock in her palm, easing him up towards her pussy as she sits astride his hips once more and plunges down onto him with a hissed intake of breath.
Claire watches as they make love on the front seat of the car, Elaine Harrison rising and falling with long, painfully slow arcs of her body, the stretched curves of her chest pushed out to meet Paul’s mouth as his hands drift over her stomach and hips, occasionally dipping lower to add to her mounting pleasure. The fucking gets faster and more frantic. Elaine shrieks as she rides his prick harder. ‘What you got there?’ Claire hears Danny’s monotone voice, suddenly realizes she was too wrapped up in watching the sex to see him enter the room. ‘Er…just a DVD,’ she stutters, hitting the stop button on the machine. She pops the disc out and slips it into an evidence bag.
Claire sits at her desk reviewing her newly opened file on the missing couple. Normally it would be treated as low priority, but there isn’t much else happening in CID so she decides to run with it until a more juicy case comes along. Danny is sitting opposite, munching on a hamburger. She winces as she watches him stuff his face. His phone rings. He wipes the back of his hand over his greasy chops and answers. A moment later he hands it across the desk to Claire. ‘It’s for you, someone wanting to speak to the officer in charge of the Harrison case,’ he explains. Eagerly she picks up the handset. ‘DS Claire Reid, how can I help?’ She hears nothing, other than the sound of the line going dead. She hands it back to Danny. ‘Strong silent type?’ he suggests. She tries to trace the number, hopes the caller might have vital information on the whereabouts of the Harrisons, but to no avail.
Back home, Claire rustles up a bite to eat – another microwave meal for one. She uncorks a bottle of red wine and savours the fruity taste. She eats hurriedly and, immediately after supper, powers up her laptop. She inserts the DVD. The Harrisons have been on her mind all day. How could a couple just disappear and not be missed by anyone? Paul Harrison did tell staff at the factory he owned he was taking a couple of days off, but that was almost a week ago and there was no mention of any imminent holiday plans. Then there was the DVD, left sitting in the machine. Who left it there? Surely the Harrisons would hide something so personal. If it was hers she would. It’s playing now, the footage she viewed before she was so rudely interrupted by Danny. Claire watches intently, following the couple’s every move. Elaine, she estimates, is in her mid-thirties, slim and attractive, with a taut, supple figure. Paul is a little older but Claire can see he clearly takes care of himself. He’s fit and muscular with a healthy tan. They look like the perfect couple. The sex reaches a climax. Elaine shudders uncontrollably as Paul makes a final long, stabbing upward thrust. She grabs his hair, hauls his face into her cleavage and cries out. Claire sees Paul’s hips stiffen beneath her. They remain together for a long, lingering moment, their bodies glistening with perspiration. They pant breathlessly until at last she prises herself from him, floats back onto the passenger seat. Claire watches as she repositions the camera slightly, zooms the lens in on Paul’s still-hard prick. It’s the first
time Claire has seen the erection clearly. She’s transfixed; she can’t take her eyes off the screen. She’s never viewed pornography before, never felt the need. She’s always seen it as something only men look at. But this shot arouses her. It’s so clear she can see the glossy sheen of blended love juice coating the shaft. Elaine lowers her head into her man’s groin and gently guides his cock between her lips. She rolls her tongue around the head, its tip probing the narrow slit, flicking relentlessly back and forth over the polished red flesh. Claire cannot see Paul’s face but she can tell by the noisy grunting and groaning that Elaine is skilful in her handling of his manhood. Claire’s hand is on her crotch, its journey there bred of desire. She feels very hot, flustered. There’s a moist warmth between her legs, a tingling aching to be nurtured. She slips her palm under the waistband of her jeans, onto her knickers. The warmth radiates against her fingers, inviting them in. Her gaze remains on the screen, studying Elaine as she takes Paul into her mouth, her silky lips gliding effortlessly down the rigid muscle, enveloping it whole. Claire’s forefinger brushes against her clitoris. She feels its tiny head poke up between the folds of her labia. She caresses it gingerly through the fabric. She’s done this many times before, in the privacy of her bedroom. But this is the first time she’s watched strangers fucking and touched herself. She increases the pressure, rubs more vigorously as her eyes follow Elaine’s lips up and down. His moans of undiluted pleasure fill her head as she rubs harder and faster, her own lonely world dissolving into the action before her.
Claire closes her eyes, pictures her own mouth wrapped around his cock. She responds willingly to his desire, concentrating her lips and her tongue on the source of his joy, speeding up her rhythm when his sighs threatens to subside, slowing down when he grunts harder and she senses he’s about to come. She teases out his pleasure painfully, makes him wait for that inevitable moment. She knows she can make him come; she knows she has the power to decide when. She can hear his moans grow in pitch again. She feels his cock twitch and his balls rise. Will she prolong the excruciating agony of an orgasm denied or release him, let him enjoy the fruits of his labour? She decides to let him go, savours the taste of his warm sperm as it explodes into her mouth, ebbs and flows inside her, coating her tongue and dribbling down her throat. Elaine is watching, smiling, as Claire comes, too. Her orgasm is one of the most intense she can remember. But as she opens her eyes the ecstasy dies instantly, its place taken by a deep sense of guilt. What the hell is she doing masturbating over a film of two people who, for all she knows, could have been abducted or worse still, be dead?
‘Where did this come from?’ Claire asks, lifting the package from her desk. It has her name written on it, but no postage stamps. ‘It was handed in last night,’ Danny replies. ‘Who by?’ He shrugs his heavy shoulders unhelpfully. Claire tears open the envelope and a DVD drops out. It’s marked, Home Movie, No 2. Immediately she recalls the guilt of the previous evening, the shame of climaxing
over a film – bagged as police evidence – of two missing people having sex. ‘Get me a coffee,’ she barks. Once Danny is out of the room she slots the disc into her computer. Elaine has the camera trained on her husband as he climbs out of a dark blue Range Rover. Claire can hear her voice in the background, urging him on. They’re in a car park, not in town but in the countryside. She thinks she recognizes it and her suspicions are confirmed when Paul walks over sand dunes to a beach. It’s a beauty spot about twenty miles down the coast. Paul and Elaine are alone on the beach. From what Claire knows of the area it doesn’t surprise her. It only attracts bathers in the peak of summertime; for most of the year only surfers, ramblers and dog walkers go there. The couple stop at an upturned boat. Elaine places the camera down on the hull and appears in the frame alongside her husband. She wears a camouflage green top and a white miniskirt. She flirts with the camera, dances provocatively in front of the lens. Paul smiles encouragement as her lithe hips gyrate. She rotates them slowly, thrusts her groin back and forth lustily. She slides her skirt up over her thighs, teases the camera with her posturing. There are no panties beneath, just a neatly trimmed mound. Who is sending her this stuff? What kind of twisted mind, she wonders, is getting off on posting her films of a missing couple at their most intimate? Is it some kind of bizarre message, the forerunner to a ransom demand? She continues to watch. Paul’s jeans are round his ankles. He lines himself up behind his wife, takes her waist in his hands and tugs her skirt right up so Claire can
see his bobbing cock slide into her silky cunt. They go at it hard, breathless fucking on the beach, both staring into the camera.
The Range Rover is in the beach car park when Claire arrives. She screeches to a halt next to it and leaps from her car. The big 4x4 is empty but she notices her tormenter has left a silver disc below one of the wiper blades. He’s creating a trail for her to follow. She grabs it and dives back into her car. She brought her laptop, knowing she might need it. The film begins with a shot of an old beach hut, paint peeling from the wooden facade. Suddenly Elaine darts past the cameraman into view. She’s barefoot, but still wearing her camouflage top and white skirt. She stops running, turns briefly to face the camera, flashes an inviting smile, her forefinger beckoning the viewer on, then she’s off again, skipping across the sand towards the tiny hut. The camera follows but stops when she turns again. ‘Come on.’ She winks before scampering off again. The Harrisons enjoying happier times. Claire runs down onto the beach. She stops, looks left, then right. There’s no one about, but she spots the wooden hut. She’s off again, sprinting along the sand towards it. Her mind is racing, too, trying to determine in advance what she might find. Is the captor holding his victims there? Will she find another disc, another clue? Is this just another step in an increasingly bizarre game of cat and mouse? Claire slows as she reaches the hut. She wonders whether she should call for back-up. But there’s no sign of anyone around, no one keeping watch. She creeps up to the veranda on the front of the
shack, her heart beating faster, her breath shallow. She steps onto the rotting wood, eases her body towards a window. Her back is to the wall now, the window to the left of her shoulder. She edges closer, swivels her head to look through the glass. She sees two people inside, recognizes them immediately – the Harrisons. And they’re fucking on a rug spread across the floor. Claire’s anxiety suddenly turns to anger. She bursts through the door. Paul looks round, sees her, but continues to hump his wife, his arse bouncing up and down between her spread thighs. He simply greets Claire with a smile, holds her astonished stare. ‘We wondered if you’d come and join us,’ Elaine moans between long-drawn-out sighs. ‘Pity she’s not in uniform,’ Paul groans. ‘What the hell is going on?’ Claire demands. But they’re too wrapped up in shagging the living daylights out of each other to answer. He looks to be on the verge of shooting his load and by the sound of it Elaine is about to come, too. ‘I’m a police officer,’ Claire shouts. ‘Stop it!’ Her protestation just spurs them on. Together they reach orgasm. Claire doesn’t know what to do. Her training never prepared her for anything like this. She’s out of her depth. ‘Wow, that was amazing,’ Elaine sighs as Paul finally rolls off her. ‘Best yet,’ he agrees, panting like a dog. ‘What do you think you’re doing?’ Claire roars. ‘Something impulsive,’ Elaine beams. ‘Something so spur of the moment, so risky it’s dangerous.’ ‘Did you send the discs?’ Claire asks.
They nod in unison. She notices how Paul’s cock twitches every time she speaks. Suddenly the penny drops – she realizes she’s been drawn into their sex games, her presence fuelling their voyeuristic fantasies. It all makes sense: the discs were an invitation to her to watch, to become involved. And she has on both counts. She’s watched the films, not just once but repeatedly, and she’s touched herself, brought herself off as she did. ‘It was just a bit of fun,’ Paul says, apologetically. ‘Let us make it up to you.’ ‘I ought to arrest you for wasting police time,’ Claire warns, taking out her handcuffs… Danny’s at his desk when Claire arrives for work the following morning. She’s late, by ten minutes. It’s the first time she’s ever been late in her life. She plonks a takeaway coffee in front of him. He’s surprised by her sudden generosity. ‘Heard you found them,’ he grunts. ‘It was all just a misunderstanding. They’d gone away for a few days together, that’s all.’ ‘So no arrests?’ ‘No.’ she smiles. ‘I dealt with them myself.’
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‘It’s like that ship…what’s it called again?’ Danny has never been much good at general knowledge. That’s why he never makes it into the station’s pub quiz team – he’s reserve number four. ‘The Marie Celeste,’ Claire points out. He’s right though, she thinks to herself. The back door was wide open when they arrived at the scene. There are two coffee cups on the kitchen table and a newspaper spread open. There’s even a packet of biscuits and a pint of milk out. She notices the milk’s off; it smells. ‘Either they’re very trusting, or they had to leave in a hurry,’ he says, loosening his tie. Danny looks uncomfortable in that cheap polyester suit. Perhaps it’s the fact his neck’s too fat for his shirt collar, or his belly’s too big for his belt. She wishes he’d lose weight and smarten himself up a bit. Claire wanders through to the hallway. She picks up the pile of letters sitting behind the front door, sifts through the envelopes. There’s an answering machine on the table, a red light flashing up the messages waiting to be heard. Danny joins her. He’s flicking through his notepad. ‘What have we got then?’ she asks impatiently.
‘The postman contacted us. He was delivering a parcel. There was no answer when he knocked so he went round the back to leave it on the back doorstep. The door was wide open and when he shouted out, no one answered.’ ‘Do we know anything about the people who live here?’ ‘I talked to the neighbours. They say they’re a quiet couple, Paul and Elaine Harrison. They keep themselves to themselves. They’ve got two kids but they’re away at boarding schools for most of the year.’ ‘The amount of letters suggests the Harrisons have not been here for a few days,’ she ponders. ‘See if you can find out where they work. They must have good jobs if they can afford this place and send their children to private school.’ Danny lumbers off obediently. Claire checks out the various rooms of the house, finishing her cursory search in the lounge. It’s a large room, well furnished with a cream leather suite and a giant plasma screen TV. She’s envious. She’d love to live in a house like this, but her force salary will only stretch to it if she climbs the ranks. Detective Sergeant is fine for now but she needs to escape this staid rural backwater if she wants to get ahead. Beneath the TV there’s a DVD player. She notices the tray is open, a disc sits in it. There are words written on the disc in black permanent marker. She kneels down and reads them. Home Movie, No 1. She’s intrigued to see what they look like, the Harrison family. She decides it will help her in her enquiry if she can put faces to the names. Claire flicks the TV on and nudges the tray into the DVD player. She expects to see the family celebrating Christmas or a birthday, or enjoying a special day out. Instead she sees a couple sitting in the front of a car, a large 4x4 by the looks of it. It’s light
outside and there are trees in the background. The camera looks as if it’s positioned on the dashboard. She hears his voice first. ‘I want you, babe!’ The woman’s left hand roams onto his chest, fingers slipping between the buttons of his shirt, massaging the bare skin beneath with slow, deliberate strokes. All the while she holds his gaze with wide eyes. His hands encircle her narrow waist, pulling her onto him so she sits knees apart across his thighs, her back pressed against the steering wheel, her groin thrust against his. ‘I love you, Paul,’ she whispers in a husky tone, gyrating lightly against him. ‘Elaine,’ he sighs almost breathlessly, his hands wandering tentatively under her chunky-knit sweater, seeking out the taut, milky-white flesh below. ‘I want you. I want to fuck you.’ She hauls her jersey off and tosses it onto the passenger seat. Tousled strands of black hair cascade down over her face like the dark grain of white marble. He sinks his face into the shallow valley between her breasts, nuzzling the gently rounded curves. Her body quivers. She moans softly, throwing her head back as he unclips her bra and runs his dewy tongue over her nipples. Her hands are on the waistband of his trousers, unhooking his belt, zipping the fly down and pulling the material sharply back. He fumbles with the fastener on her jeans. It looks so cramped in the car. She brushes his hands away, rises up and unhitches them herself. He helps her pull one leg free of the denim as she takes his hard cock in her palm, easing him up towards her pussy as she sits astride his hips once more and plunges down onto him with a hissed intake of breath.
Claire watches as they make love on the front seat of the car, Elaine Harrison rising and falling with long, painfully slow arcs of her body, the stretched curves of her chest pushed out to meet Paul’s mouth as his hands drift over her stomach and hips, occasionally dipping lower to add to her mounting pleasure. The fucking gets faster and more frantic. Elaine shrieks as she rides his prick harder. ‘What you got there?’ Claire hears Danny’s monotone voice, suddenly realizes she was too wrapped up in watching the sex to see him enter the room. ‘Er…just a DVD,’ she stutters, hitting the stop button on the machine. She pops the disc out and slips it into an evidence bag.
Claire sits at her desk reviewing her newly opened file on the missing couple. Normally it would be treated as low priority, but there isn’t much else happening in CID so she decides to run with it until a more juicy case comes along. Danny is sitting opposite, munching on a hamburger. She winces as she watches him stuff his face. His phone rings. He wipes the back of his hand over his greasy chops and answers. A moment later he hands it across the desk to Claire. ‘It’s for you, someone wanting to speak to the officer in charge of the Harrison case,’ he explains. Eagerly she picks up the handset. ‘DS Claire Reid, how can I help?’ She hears nothing, other than the sound of the line going dead. She hands it back to Danny. ‘Strong silent type?’ he suggests. She tries to trace the number, hopes the caller might have vital information on the whereabouts of the Harrisons, but to no avail.
Back home, Claire rustles up a bite to eat – another microwave meal for one. She uncorks a bottle of red wine and savours the fruity taste. She eats hurriedly and, immediately after supper, powers up her laptop. She inserts the DVD. The Harrisons have been on her mind all day. How could a couple just disappear and not be missed by anyone? Paul Harrison did tell staff at the factory he owned he was taking a couple of days off, but that was almost a week ago and there was no mention of any imminent holiday plans. Then there was the DVD, left sitting in the machine. Who left it there? Surely the Harrisons would hide something so personal. If it was hers she would. It’s playing now, the footage she viewed before she was so rudely interrupted by Danny. Claire watches intently, following the couple’s every move. Elaine, she estimates, is in her mid-thirties, slim and attractive, with a taut, supple figure. Paul is a little older but Claire can see he clearly takes care of himself. He’s fit and muscular with a healthy tan. They look like the perfect couple. The sex reaches a climax. Elaine shudders uncontrollably as Paul makes a final long, stabbing upward thrust. She grabs his hair, hauls his face into her cleavage and cries out. Claire sees Paul’s hips stiffen beneath her. They remain together for a long, lingering moment, their bodies glistening with perspiration. They pant breathlessly until at last she prises herself from him, floats back onto the passenger seat. Claire watches as she repositions the camera slightly, zooms the lens in on Paul’s still-hard prick. It’s the first
time Claire has seen the erection clearly. She’s transfixed; she can’t take her eyes off the screen. She’s never viewed pornography before, never felt the need. She’s always seen it as something only men look at. But this shot arouses her. It’s so clear she can see the glossy sheen of blended love juice coating the shaft. Elaine lowers her head into her man’s groin and gently guides his cock between her lips. She rolls her tongue around the head, its tip probing the narrow slit, flicking relentlessly back and forth over the polished red flesh. Claire cannot see Paul’s face but she can tell by the noisy grunting and groaning that Elaine is skilful in her handling of his manhood. Claire’s hand is on her crotch, its journey there bred of desire. She feels very hot, flustered. There’s a moist warmth between her legs, a tingling aching to be nurtured. She slips her palm under the waistband of her jeans, onto her knickers. The warmth radiates against her fingers, inviting them in. Her gaze remains on the screen, studying Elaine as she takes Paul into her mouth, her silky lips gliding effortlessly down the rigid muscle, enveloping it whole. Claire’s forefinger brushes against her clitoris. She feels its tiny head poke up between the folds of her labia. She caresses it gingerly through the fabric. She’s done this many times before, in the privacy of her bedroom. But this is the first time she’s watched strangers fucking and touched herself. She increases the pressure, rubs more vigorously as her eyes follow Elaine’s lips up and down. His moans of undiluted pleasure fill her head as she rubs harder and faster, her own lonely world dissolving into the action before her.
Claire closes her eyes, pictures her own mouth wrapped around his cock. She responds willingly to his desire, concentrating her lips and her tongue on the source of his joy, speeding up her rhythm when his sighs threatens to subside, slowing down when he grunts harder and she senses he’s about to come. She teases out his pleasure painfully, makes him wait for that inevitable moment. She knows she can make him come; she knows she has the power to decide when. She can hear his moans grow in pitch again. She feels his cock twitch and his balls rise. Will she prolong the excruciating agony of an orgasm denied or release him, let him enjoy the fruits of his labour? She decides to let him go, savours the taste of his warm sperm as it explodes into her mouth, ebbs and flows inside her, coating her tongue and dribbling down her throat. Elaine is watching, smiling, as Claire comes, too. Her orgasm is one of the most intense she can remember. But as she opens her eyes the ecstasy dies instantly, its place taken by a deep sense of guilt. What the hell is she doing masturbating over a film of two people who, for all she knows, could have been abducted or worse still, be dead?
‘Where did this come from?’ Claire asks, lifting the package from her desk. It has her name written on it, but no postage stamps. ‘It was handed in last night,’ Danny replies. ‘Who by?’ He shrugs his heavy shoulders unhelpfully. Claire tears open the envelope and a DVD drops out. It’s marked, Home Movie, No 2. Immediately she recalls the guilt of the previous evening, the shame of climaxing
over a film – bagged as police evidence – of two missing people having sex. ‘Get me a coffee,’ she barks. Once Danny is out of the room she slots the disc into her computer. Elaine has the camera trained on her husband as he climbs out of a dark blue Range Rover. Claire can hear her voice in the background, urging him on. They’re in a car park, not in town but in the countryside. She thinks she recognizes it and her suspicions are confirmed when Paul walks over sand dunes to a beach. It’s a beauty spot about twenty miles down the coast. Paul and Elaine are alone on the beach. From what Claire knows of the area it doesn’t surprise her. It only attracts bathers in the peak of summertime; for most of the year only surfers, ramblers and dog walkers go there. The couple stop at an upturned boat. Elaine places the camera down on the hull and appears in the frame alongside her husband. She wears a camouflage green top and a white miniskirt. She flirts with the camera, dances provocatively in front of the lens. Paul smiles encouragement as her lithe hips gyrate. She rotates them slowly, thrusts her groin back and forth lustily. She slides her skirt up over her thighs, teases the camera with her posturing. There are no panties beneath, just a neatly trimmed mound. Who is sending her this stuff? What kind of twisted mind, she wonders, is getting off on posting her films of a missing couple at their most intimate? Is it some kind of bizarre message, the forerunner to a ransom demand? She continues to watch. Paul’s jeans are round his ankles. He lines himself up behind his wife, takes her waist in his hands and tugs her skirt right up so Claire can
see his bobbing cock slide into her silky cunt. They go at it hard, breathless fucking on the beach, both staring into the camera.
The Range Rover is in the beach car park when Claire arrives. She screeches to a halt next to it and leaps from her car. The big 4x4 is empty but she notices her tormenter has left a silver disc below one of the wiper blades. He’s creating a trail for her to follow. She grabs it and dives back into her car. She brought her laptop, knowing she might need it. The film begins with a shot of an old beach hut, paint peeling from the wooden facade. Suddenly Elaine darts past the cameraman into view. She’s barefoot, but still wearing her camouflage top and white skirt. She stops running, turns briefly to face the camera, flashes an inviting smile, her forefinger beckoning the viewer on, then she’s off again, skipping across the sand towards the tiny hut. The camera follows but stops when she turns again. ‘Come on.’ She winks before scampering off again. The Harrisons enjoying happier times. Claire runs down onto the beach. She stops, looks left, then right. There’s no one about, but she spots the wooden hut. She’s off again, sprinting along the sand towards it. Her mind is racing, too, trying to determine in advance what she might find. Is the captor holding his victims there? Will she find another disc, another clue? Is this just another step in an increasingly bizarre game of cat and mouse? Claire slows as she reaches the hut. She wonders whether she should call for back-up. But there’s no sign of anyone around, no one keeping watch. She creeps up to the veranda on the front of the
shack, her heart beating faster, her breath shallow. She steps onto the rotting wood, eases her body towards a window. Her back is to the wall now, the window to the left of her shoulder. She edges closer, swivels her head to look through the glass. She sees two people inside, recognizes them immediately – the Harrisons. And they’re fucking on a rug spread across the floor. Claire’s anxiety suddenly turns to anger. She bursts through the door. Paul looks round, sees her, but continues to hump his wife, his arse bouncing up and down between her spread thighs. He simply greets Claire with a smile, holds her astonished stare. ‘We wondered if you’d come and join us,’ Elaine moans between long-drawn-out sighs. ‘Pity she’s not in uniform,’ Paul groans. ‘What the hell is going on?’ Claire demands. But they’re too wrapped up in shagging the living daylights out of each other to answer. He looks to be on the verge of shooting his load and by the sound of it Elaine is about to come, too. ‘I’m a police officer,’ Claire shouts. ‘Stop it!’ Her protestation just spurs them on. Together they reach orgasm. Claire doesn’t know what to do. Her training never prepared her for anything like this. She’s out of her depth. ‘Wow, that was amazing,’ Elaine sighs as Paul finally rolls off her. ‘Best yet,’ he agrees, panting like a dog. ‘What do you think you’re doing?’ Claire roars. ‘Something impulsive,’ Elaine beams. ‘Something so spur of the moment, so risky it’s dangerous.’ ‘Did you send the discs?’ Claire asks.
They nod in unison. She notices how Paul’s cock twitches every time she speaks. Suddenly the penny drops – she realizes she’s been drawn into their sex games, her presence fuelling their voyeuristic fantasies. It all makes sense: the discs were an invitation to her to watch, to become involved. And she has on both counts. She’s watched the films, not just once but repeatedly, and she’s touched herself, brought herself off as she did. ‘It was just a bit of fun,’ Paul says, apologetically. ‘Let us make it up to you.’ ‘I ought to arrest you for wasting police time,’ Claire warns, taking out her handcuffs… Danny’s at his desk when Claire arrives for work the following morning. She’s late, by ten minutes. It’s the first time she’s ever been late in her life. She plonks a takeaway coffee in front of him. He’s surprised by her sudden generosity. ‘Heard you found them,’ he grunts. ‘It was all just a misunderstanding. They’d gone away for a few days together, that’s all.’ ‘So no arrests?’ ‘No.’ she smiles. ‘I dealt with them myself.’
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After a difficult relationship with Laura, I moved into my own apartment. Creating a bond with someone who is not able to sever ties with a former lover can put great strain on any relationship. Our liaison always felt overcrowded and I found it difficult to live in another person’s shadow. The ups, downs, and frequent mood swings finally got the better of me and I made the decision to move on. Any remorse that I felt was nullified, once I had taken this alleviating step.
I moved into one of the freestanding four apartment blocks in a complex, which had two upstairs and two downstairs units, neatly arranged in a rectangle and surrounded by pretty gardens. I got one of the upstairs apartments. Both downstairs apartments were inhabited by retired couples with no kids. In the other upstairs apartment across from me, Jasper and Fiona lived. They weren’t married and like me, also in their mid-twenties. I briefly met them on the day I moved in.
Fiona was a night nurse at the local hospital and left home to report for duty at seven-thirty each evening. After seven night shifts, she would then have three nights off before once more returning to duty. She preferred night shifts because they were a lot less hassle. Most patients were asleep and one did not have to contend with all the crap the day nurses had to put up with. Fiona was attractive and rather sexy.
Jasper was tall and lanky. He wasn’t conventionally good-looking but attractive in a rough manner. He worked in construction and was a very ‘earthy’ kind of guy. In fact, crass would probably be a more accurate description. Jasper openly referred to himself as a hick and never tried to hide his redneck upbringing. His language was crude but I didn’t mind and found his oafishness rather amusing.
A few nights after I had moved in, there was a knock at my front door. Jasper stood before me when I opened the door, only wearing a pair of shorts.
“Would you like to have a beer with me?” he asked.
“Sure,” I replied.
Their apartment was tasteful and contained much more furniture than mine. Having just moved in, it would take a few more months for me to make my place liveable.
After we were seated in the lounge we got down to sharing our past and present chronicles. Jasper also admitted that he got bored at night when Fiona was on duty, and hating television, didn’t even have that as a distraction. As we spoke I got the distinct feeling that I would be seeing a lot of him on future evenings, because it appeared that he really loved chatting.
At one point during the evening, Jasper excused himself to use the toilet. Upon his return, I observed a huge wet stain on the front of his shorts. Naturally, I didn’t say anything. After three beers I returned to my apartment, an hour and a half later.
I did not see Jasper the following evening, but the night after that as I was leaving my apartment to buy some groceries; Fiona and Jasper welcomed a friend of theirs at the front door. As I was introduced to Kenny, their friend, Fiona mentioned that she was delighted that she didn’t have to work for the next three nights. Kenny was as rough looking as Jasper and also had a very similar build to him. As we briefly spoke I was intrigued by the friendliness that Kenny displayed toward Fiona, and was almost as if there was an intimacy between them. As they entered their apartment, I got on my way.
The following evening I was close to my front door when I heard someone knocking on the door next door. With curiosity getting the better of me I peered through my peephole in the door. As their door opened Kenny immediately clamped onto Fiona and began groping her. I stood stunned as I watched their front door closing behind them.
‘Fuck,’ I thought, ‘what the fuck is that all about?’
I also realized that I had popped a boner and shortly moved through to my toilet for a good old wank.
Nothing that I know of happened the following evening, and the day after with Fiona back at work, there was again a knock on my door.
“Want a beer?” Jasper asked after I opened the door.
“Sure,” I answered, before continuing, “But this time I’ll supply the beer.”
“Cool, bring them along,” Jasper suggested, glancing at my sparse furnishings.
Once next door, we again sat in the lounge sipping and chatting. After twenty minutes Jasper excused himself and headed to the toilet. Upon his return, he again had a huge wet spot on the front of his shorts. I must have looked at it a little too intently on this occasion because he then asked, “Do you have a foreskin?”
“Huh?” I responded, stunned by the question.
“Foreskin… a knob hood,” he persisted, baffled by my response.
“Oh… yes I do,” I stammered.
“Does the skin pull back?” Jasper inquired.
“Yeah,” I replied.
“Well… mine doesn’t. It’s called phimosis,” he answered.
Truthfully, I had never heard of this condition and told him so. Jasper then went on to explain that it was a no retractable foreskin. He informed me that no matter how hard he tried to extract as much moisture as he could after a piss; somehow there was always some left and wet spots were a way of life for him. Apparently, when he went to work he had a face cloth that he wore in his underpants between his dick and underpants to help with this embarrassment. When he was at home, however, he didn’t bother.
“Would you like to see what it looks like?” he then asked.
I really wasn’t interested in looking at another man’s dick, but the look of eagerness on his face made me relent. Walking over to me Jasper stood before me and dropped his shorts. Jasper had a substantial cock. The skin colour of the knob was darkish and the front of the rumpled snout was almost black. His dick broadened toward the large cock-head, which was clearly visible under the hood. I was fascinated by the size of his elongated knob-head which almost took up a third of his entire dick’s length. As he stood looking down at me it appeared that he was in no hurry to pull his shorts up.
“As if the phimosis isn’t bad enough,” he continued, “I also have a second problem.” It now became clear that the demonstration and lecture had only just started.
“When I get an erection, my knob leaks pre-cum like a fucking faucet, and you should see what the wet spot then looks like,” he said, uttering a laugh. “I have never needed to use lubrication in my life.”
This was all becoming weird as he just continued standing there.
Next, he said, “Would you like a demonstration?”
Much as I was gobsmacked by what was happening I was also somewhat intrigued. I again looked up at him and simply nodded. Jasper commenced stroking his shaft and as he did so his impressive cock grew even larger. When it was fully erect, the hood of his knob shone as it stretched to contain its prisoner and a peephole began to appear as the snout unrumpled. Instantly, a steady dribble of cock-slime began to bubble and ooze from the front of his dick. I was totally stunned by this.
After a short while Jasper ceased his exhibition and after pulling his shorts up sat across from me once more. He continued stroking his cock through the fabric as if to fully demonstrate the problematic wet spot dilemma. As the wet spot intensified and enlarged, he pointed at it laughing, as if he had won a challenge of sorts. The look in his eyes also made me feel slightly uncomfortable. It wasn’t overtly lustful but very inquiring.
Thankfully, the penis parade was over and a short while later I returned to my unit.
Two nights later, I was again summoned for a beer. Although I did not get another ‘wet spot extravaganza’ that night, Jasper’s conversation was very sexually oriented. I got his low-down on former girlfriends and explicit details of what he had done with them. Two nights before, I had refrained from asking him about Kenny but decided to do so, if the opportunity arose this evening.
A while later, after a brief lull, I said, “Kenny seems like a really nice guy.”
Jasper smiled, and the said, “He is. Kenny is a really special friend.”
Anticipating that more may follow, I simply smiled.
“Have you ever been involved in a threesome or orgy?” Jasper then asked.
“No,” I replied, sheepishly.
Jasper sniggered, before he answered, “It’s really great and infinitely more fun than one-on-one sex. The only thing that you have to remember is that you have to leave your inhibitions behind you and go with the flow. The combination of actual and visual gratification is very powerful and I feel very
sorry for people who haven’t tried it. The stimulation from group sex transcends any erotic experience you have ever had.”
Jasper now stopped speaking. In the pause that followed it was as if he had planted the seed and was patiently awaiting its germination.
Finally, he again persisted, “Garrick, Kenny will be joining us again in three days’ time. When he does you are welcome to join in. Don’t answer now but give it some thought. You don’t have to participate and if you simply want to watch, that will be cool. We’ll pull up a chair for you in the bedroom and you can observe the action. Trust me, we don’t mind being watched,” he concluded with a horny grin.
Jasper again paused for effect as he took a few sips from his beer. The look on his face made me feel like I was being taunted.
“You know, a woman has two incredible holes,” Jasper persevered, then sniggering and as if interrupting himself he said, “Make that three. Fiona loves being double-fucked, and as a matter of fact, finds you very cute. She would be happy for you to join in the fun and games.”
We sat silently a while longer before Jasper finalized his proposition. “Seriously, think about it and when I knock at your door in three days’ time, if the answer is no, then its no. No hard feelings.”
At that point, I simply wanted to bail. Respectfully, however, I agreed to seriously consider the matter. I would’ve loved to fuck Fiona but couldn’t get my head around two other guys in the room. I had never had a bisexual or gay experience in my life and had never even given it much thought. I also wondered if I was being presumptuous in assuming that Jasper and Kenny would pay me any attention at all.
After I left Jasper’s home that night I had a very restless night. For the next couple of days, I also continued to play the ‘yes/no’ game in my mind. I was totally intrigued but also shit scared about how much male interaction there would be. The two things that kept going around in my mind were; the emphasis that Jasper had placed on his preference for butt-fucking when he had related earlier sexual encounters, and the ever-increasing intensity of the way looked at me. I wondered if those ‘looks’ were only in my imagination or part of a softening up process that he had embarked upon.
When the knock came three days later my heart was pounding in my chest.
Jasper stood in the doorway smiling before asked, “Will you be joining us?”
“Yes… but I just want to watch,” I replied, as if in a trance.
As we entered his apartment the action was already underway. Both Fiona and Kenny were naked and she was kneeling before Kenny, giving him a blowjob. We stood and watched them for a short while before Jasper suggested we move through to the bedroom. In a reversal of positions, Fiona now lay back on the bed and Kenny began munching her cunt as he knelt at the edge of the bed. After Jasper had pulled my chair close to the bed he suggested that we both undress. Gingerly, I conformed to his request.
Once I was seated, Jasper turned his attention to Kenny and Fiona. He asked Kenny to lie back on the bed with his head on the pillows so that he could lubricate Fiona’s pussy for him. Fiona now assumed the doggy position at the edge of the bed, before Jasper placed his suppurating cock at her backside. Very shortly, Jasper was spearing her butt vigorously. As I watched, my cock became rock- hard with all the visual excitement before me. Next, Jasper told Fiona to turn her body, facing away from Kenny, and impale herself on Kenny’s dick. After Fiona had slid down his cock wriggling her arse, Kenny pulled her body down onto him before his hands began to knead her tits. Jasper now straddled Kenny’s closed legs as he moved up toward Fiona’s pussy. Holding Fiona’s legs in the air, Jasper entered her cunt and commenced thrusting.
As my inhibitions became trumped by lust I began to tug on my dick as I watched the hot action before me. Jasper had been correct, because the threesome I was watching was turning me on unbelievably. My visual pleasure was also further enhanced, by Fiona’s murmurs that were punctuated by her pants as she got double-fucked, and Jaspers masculine grunts. As the trio entertained me, Jasper regularly glanced at me with an ‘I told you so’ look on his face. The added look of satisfaction in his eyes also bespoke his approval of my excitement.
For the next few minutes, I watched entranced. I was totally captivated and seriously beginning to crave inclusion. As if sensing this, Jasper withdrew from Fiona’s pussy and invited me to replace him. It was as if my body took on a life of its own when I arose and straddled Kenny’s legs. Shortly, my knob was engulfed by the warmth of Fiona’s welcoming cunt. As I began to rock steady I was enveloped by sensuality. Fiona’s quivering lips and approving eyes stimulated me incredibly.
My reverie was broken, however, when I felt Jasper move onto the bed behind me. A feeling of entrapment started overcoming me. When he pushed hands through under my arms and slid them over my upper chest, I glanced back at him.
With his mouth to my ear, he whispered, “it’s all okay Garrick, I ‘m just going to stimulate your nipples.”
Next, his fingers began to tweak my nipples. This, added to the pleasure of my cock embedded in a hot pussy and the look of ecstasy on Fiona’s face, had my mind in a gratifying spin.
‘Maybe I’m overthinking things,’ I thought.
After more body movement took place behind me and I felt Jasper’s dick-head touching my butt, my mouth went dry and I couldn’t formulate any words. Inexplicably, I forced myself to remain calm. Shortly after, when Jasper’s hands retracted a sense of relief overcame me.
“Fiona likes her nipples being nibbled on,” I heard Jasper utter from behind me, as his hand pushed my torso downward.
When I also felt Kenny’s extended hands from below Fiona clamping my body, I knew that I had been set-up. Instantly, I felt Jasper’s slick cock sliding between my butt-crack. My throat felt constrained as my inexorable destiny dawned on me. With three hands anchoring me I stopped thrusting into Fiona’s pussy and awaited my fate. I was about to be butt-fucked.
A multitude of thoughts raced through my mind as I felt Jasper’s cock-head nudging at my hole. Inexplicably, as the pressure on my pucker intensified a flood excitement overtook me. Lifting my head and with my vocal cords still restricted, I felt Jasper’s cock nudging into me. The slight discomfort was momentary and the pleasure that followed was mind-blowing. When he commenced stirring his dick in me my prostate buzzed with exhilaration. Never before had I felt anything more gratifying in my life. The way that Jasper manipulated his large knob-head was mind-blowing. He alternated between tantalizing my prostate and badgering my sphincter as his slick orb popped in and out of me. When I finally found my voice I began to howl with bliss.
Finally, my eruption had me shuddering with more elation than I had ever known possible and it was the greatest release of my life.
After I had cum Jasper lifted me off Fiona before he began nailing her cunt with ferocity. Jasper’s intensity soon had Kenny unloading in Fiona’s backside, before he too unleashed his spunk in her pussy.
Afterward, we all walked through to the lounge for another drink. The men all grabbed a beer and Fiona sipped on a bottle of water.
After ten minutes or so, Kenny grabbed hold of Fiona and commenced fingering her. Momentarily, they headed off back to the bedroom.
As Jasper and I listened to their sexual machinations, Jasper said, “He really fancies her.”
“Does that worry you?” I asked.
“Not really, and now even less than before,” he replied, with a horny grin.
There was a sustained silence as we sipped our beers. Then, looking at me he said, “Besides, when Fiona’s on night duty from now on, it looks like my nights aren’t going to be so boring anymore.”
After uttering his words Jasper moved towards me and placed his hands on my hips. Next, his mouth closed in on my lips. Much as my sexual orientation had been tested thus far, somehow this was simply a step too far for me and I began to turn my head away. Unperturbed, his grasp on my body intensified and soon his left hand clamped onto the back of my head. As a sustained oral tussle got underway my resolve began to weaken and I knew that I would have to capitulate. The unrelenting coercion by Jasper had run its course and his total annexation of me had been accomplished. As his tongue conquered my mouth I knew that my life would never again be the same.
As our lips finally parted my body was turned and pushed toward the back of the sofa. After impelling my torso downward, I felt his magic rod again jamming it way into my backside. Beguiling my pucker with delirious ‘torment,’ Jasper soon got into full stride.
While Jasper fucked me my mind was reeling with incomprehension. ‘Why am I enjoying this so much?’ I thought to myself.
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After a difficult relationship with Laura, I moved into my own apartment. Creating a bond with someone who is not able to sever ties with a former lover can put great strain on any relationship. Our liaison always felt overcrowded and I found it difficult to live in another person’s shadow. The ups, downs, and frequent mood swings finally got the better of me and I made the decision to move on. Any remorse that I felt was nullified, once I had taken this alleviating step.
I moved into one of the freestanding four apartment blocks in a complex, which had two upstairs and two downstairs units, neatly arranged in a rectangle and surrounded by pretty gardens. I got one of the upstairs apartments. Both downstairs apartments were inhabited by retired couples with no kids. In the other upstairs apartment across from me, Jasper and Fiona lived. They weren’t married and like me, also in their mid-twenties. I briefly met them on the day I moved in.
Fiona was a night nurse at the local hospital and left home to report for duty at seven-thirty each evening. After seven night shifts, she would then have three nights off before once more returning to duty. She preferred night shifts because they were a lot less hassle. Most patients were asleep and one did not have to contend with all the crap the day nurses had to put up with. Fiona was attractive and rather sexy.
Jasper was tall and lanky. He wasn’t conventionally good-looking but attractive in a rough manner. He worked in construction and was a very ‘earthy’ kind of guy. In fact, crass would probably be a more accurate description. Jasper openly referred to himself as a hick and never tried to hide his redneck upbringing. His language was crude but I didn’t mind and found his oafishness rather amusing.
A few nights after I had moved in, there was a knock at my front door. Jasper stood before me when I opened the door, only wearing a pair of shorts.
“Would you like to have a beer with me?” he asked.
“Sure,” I replied.
Their apartment was tasteful and contained much more furniture than mine. Having just moved in, it would take a few more months for me to make my place liveable.
After we were seated in the lounge we got down to sharing our past and present chronicles. Jasper also admitted that he got bored at night when Fiona was on duty, and hating television, didn’t even have that as a distraction. As we spoke I got the distinct feeling that I would be seeing a lot of him on future evenings, because it appeared that he really loved chatting.
At one point during the evening, Jasper excused himself to use the toilet. Upon his return, I observed a huge wet stain on the front of his shorts. Naturally, I didn’t say anything. After three beers I returned to my apartment, an hour and a half later.
I did not see Jasper the following evening, but the night after that as I was leaving my apartment to buy some groceries; Fiona and Jasper welcomed a friend of theirs at the front door. As I was introduced to Kenny, their friend, Fiona mentioned that she was delighted that she didn’t have to work for the next three nights. Kenny was as rough looking as Jasper and also had a very similar build to him. As we briefly spoke I was intrigued by the friendliness that Kenny displayed toward Fiona, and was almost as if there was an intimacy between them. As they entered their apartment, I got on my way.
The following evening I was close to my front door when I heard someone knocking on the door next door. With curiosity getting the better of me I peered through my peephole in the door. As their door opened Kenny immediately clamped onto Fiona and began groping her. I stood stunned as I watched their front door closing behind them.
‘Fuck,’ I thought, ‘what the fuck is that all about?’
I also realized that I had popped a boner and shortly moved through to my toilet for a good old wank.
Nothing that I know of happened the following evening, and the day after with Fiona back at work, there was again a knock on my door.
“Want a beer?” Jasper asked after I opened the door.
“Sure,” I answered, before continuing, “But this time I’ll supply the beer.”
“Cool, bring them along,” Jasper suggested, glancing at my sparse furnishings.
Once next door, we again sat in the lounge sipping and chatting. After twenty minutes Jasper excused himself and headed to the toilet. Upon his return, he again had a huge wet spot on the front of his shorts. I must have looked at it a little too intently on this occasion because he then asked, “Do you have a foreskin?”
“Huh?” I responded, stunned by the question.
“Foreskin… a knob hood,” he persisted, baffled by my response.
“Oh… yes I do,” I stammered.
“Does the skin pull back?” Jasper inquired.
“Yeah,” I replied.
“Well… mine doesn’t. It’s called phimosis,” he answered.
Truthfully, I had never heard of this condition and told him so. Jasper then went on to explain that it was a no retractable foreskin. He informed me that no matter how hard he tried to extract as much moisture as he could after a piss; somehow there was always some left and wet spots were a way of life for him. Apparently, when he went to work he had a face cloth that he wore in his underpants between his dick and underpants to help with this embarrassment. When he was at home, however, he didn’t bother.
“Would you like to see what it looks like?” he then asked.
I really wasn’t interested in looking at another man’s dick, but the look of eagerness on his face made me relent. Walking over to me Jasper stood before me and dropped his shorts. Jasper had a substantial cock. The skin colour of the knob was darkish and the front of the rumpled snout was almost black. His dick broadened toward the large cock-head, which was clearly visible under the hood. I was fascinated by the size of his elongated knob-head which almost took up a third of his entire dick’s length. As he stood looking down at me it appeared that he was in no hurry to pull his shorts up.
“As if the phimosis isn’t bad enough,” he continued, “I also have a second problem.” It now became clear that the demonstration and lecture had only just started.
“When I get an erection, my knob leaks pre-cum like a fucking faucet, and you should see what the wet spot then looks like,” he said, uttering a laugh. “I have never needed to use lubrication in my life.”
This was all becoming weird as he just continued standing there.
Next, he said, “Would you like a demonstration?”
Much as I was gobsmacked by what was happening I was also somewhat intrigued. I again looked up at him and simply nodded. Jasper commenced stroking his shaft and as he did so his impressive cock grew even larger. When it was fully erect, the hood of his knob shone as it stretched to contain its prisoner and a peephole began to appear as the snout unrumpled. Instantly, a steady dribble of cock-slime began to bubble and ooze from the front of his dick. I was totally stunned by this.
After a short while Jasper ceased his exhibition and after pulling his shorts up sat across from me once more. He continued stroking his cock through the fabric as if to fully demonstrate the problematic wet spot dilemma. As the wet spot intensified and enlarged, he pointed at it laughing, as if he had won a challenge of sorts. The look in his eyes also made me feel slightly uncomfortable. It wasn’t overtly lustful but very inquiring.
Thankfully, the penis parade was over and a short while later I returned to my unit.
Two nights later, I was again summoned for a beer. Although I did not get another ‘wet spot extravaganza’ that night, Jasper’s conversation was very sexually oriented. I got his low-down on former girlfriends and explicit details of what he had done with them. Two nights before, I had refrained from asking him about Kenny but decided to do so, if the opportunity arose this evening.
A while later, after a brief lull, I said, “Kenny seems like a really nice guy.”
Jasper smiled, and the said, “He is. Kenny is a really special friend.”
Anticipating that more may follow, I simply smiled.
“Have you ever been involved in a threesome or orgy?” Jasper then asked.
“No,” I replied, sheepishly.
Jasper sniggered, before he answered, “It’s really great and infinitely more fun than one-on-one sex. The only thing that you have to remember is that you have to leave your inhibitions behind you and go with the flow. The combination of actual and visual gratification is very powerful and I feel very
sorry for people who haven’t tried it. The stimulation from group sex transcends any erotic experience you have ever had.”
Jasper now stopped speaking. In the pause that followed it was as if he had planted the seed and was patiently awaiting its germination.
Finally, he again persisted, “Garrick, Kenny will be joining us again in three days’ time. When he does you are welcome to join in. Don’t answer now but give it some thought. You don’t have to participate and if you simply want to watch, that will be cool. We’ll pull up a chair for you in the bedroom and you can observe the action. Trust me, we don’t mind being watched,” he concluded with a horny grin.
Jasper again paused for effect as he took a few sips from his beer. The look on his face made me feel like I was being taunted.
“You know, a woman has two incredible holes,” Jasper persevered, then sniggering and as if interrupting himself he said, “Make that three. Fiona loves being double-fucked, and as a matter of fact, finds you very cute. She would be happy for you to join in the fun and games.”
We sat silently a while longer before Jasper finalized his proposition. “Seriously, think about it and when I knock at your door in three days’ time, if the answer is no, then its no. No hard feelings.”
At that point, I simply wanted to bail. Respectfully, however, I agreed to seriously consider the matter. I would’ve loved to fuck Fiona but couldn’t get my head around two other guys in the room. I had never had a bisexual or gay experience in my life and had never even given it much thought. I also wondered if I was being presumptuous in assuming that Jasper and Kenny would pay me any attention at all.
After I left Jasper’s home that night I had a very restless night. For the next couple of days, I also continued to play the ‘yes/no’ game in my mind. I was totally intrigued but also shit scared about how much male interaction there would be. The two things that kept going around in my mind were; the emphasis that Jasper had placed on his preference for butt-fucking when he had related earlier sexual encounters, and the ever-increasing intensity of the way looked at me. I wondered if those ‘looks’ were only in my imagination or part of a softening up process that he had embarked upon.
When the knock came three days later my heart was pounding in my chest.
Jasper stood in the doorway smiling before asked, “Will you be joining us?”
“Yes… but I just want to watch,” I replied, as if in a trance.
As we entered his apartment the action was already underway. Both Fiona and Kenny were naked and she was kneeling before Kenny, giving him a blowjob. We stood and watched them for a short while before Jasper suggested we move through to the bedroom. In a reversal of positions, Fiona now lay back on the bed and Kenny began munching her cunt as he knelt at the edge of the bed. After Jasper had pulled my chair close to the bed he suggested that we both undress. Gingerly, I conformed to his request.
Once I was seated, Jasper turned his attention to Kenny and Fiona. He asked Kenny to lie back on the bed with his head on the pillows so that he could lubricate Fiona’s pussy for him. Fiona now assumed the doggy position at the edge of the bed, before Jasper placed his suppurating cock at her backside. Very shortly, Jasper was spearing her butt vigorously. As I watched, my cock became rock- hard with all the visual excitement before me. Next, Jasper told Fiona to turn her body, facing away from Kenny, and impale herself on Kenny’s dick. After Fiona had slid down his cock wriggling her arse, Kenny pulled her body down onto him before his hands began to knead her tits. Jasper now straddled Kenny’s closed legs as he moved up toward Fiona’s pussy. Holding Fiona’s legs in the air, Jasper entered her cunt and commenced thrusting.
As my inhibitions became trumped by lust I began to tug on my dick as I watched the hot action before me. Jasper had been correct, because the threesome I was watching was turning me on unbelievably. My visual pleasure was also further enhanced, by Fiona’s murmurs that were punctuated by her pants as she got double-fucked, and Jaspers masculine grunts. As the trio entertained me, Jasper regularly glanced at me with an ‘I told you so’ look on his face. The added look of satisfaction in his eyes also bespoke his approval of my excitement.
For the next few minutes, I watched entranced. I was totally captivated and seriously beginning to crave inclusion. As if sensing this, Jasper withdrew from Fiona’s pussy and invited me to replace him. It was as if my body took on a life of its own when I arose and straddled Kenny’s legs. Shortly, my knob was engulfed by the warmth of Fiona’s welcoming cunt. As I began to rock steady I was enveloped by sensuality. Fiona’s quivering lips and approving eyes stimulated me incredibly.
My reverie was broken, however, when I felt Jasper move onto the bed behind me. A feeling of entrapment started overcoming me. When he pushed hands through under my arms and slid them over my upper chest, I glanced back at him.
With his mouth to my ear, he whispered, “it’s all okay Garrick, I ‘m just going to stimulate your nipples.”
Next, his fingers began to tweak my nipples. This, added to the pleasure of my cock embedded in a hot pussy and the look of ecstasy on Fiona’s face, had my mind in a gratifying spin.
‘Maybe I’m overthinking things,’ I thought.
After more body movement took place behind me and I felt Jasper’s dick-head touching my butt, my mouth went dry and I couldn’t formulate any words. Inexplicably, I forced myself to remain calm. Shortly after, when Jasper’s hands retracted a sense of relief overcame me.
“Fiona likes her nipples being nibbled on,” I heard Jasper utter from behind me, as his hand pushed my torso downward.
When I also felt Kenny’s extended hands from below Fiona clamping my body, I knew that I had been set-up. Instantly, I felt Jasper’s slick cock sliding between my butt-crack. My throat felt constrained as my inexorable destiny dawned on me. With three hands anchoring me I stopped thrusting into Fiona’s pussy and awaited my fate. I was about to be butt-fucked.
A multitude of thoughts raced through my mind as I felt Jasper’s cock-head nudging at my hole. Inexplicably, as the pressure on my pucker intensified a flood excitement overtook me. Lifting my head and with my vocal cords still restricted, I felt Jasper’s cock nudging into me. The slight discomfort was momentary and the pleasure that followed was mind-blowing. When he commenced stirring his dick in me my prostate buzzed with exhilaration. Never before had I felt anything more gratifying in my life. The way that Jasper manipulated his large knob-head was mind-blowing. He alternated between tantalizing my prostate and badgering my sphincter as his slick orb popped in and out of me. When I finally found my voice I began to howl with bliss.
Finally, my eruption had me shuddering with more elation than I had ever known possible and it was the greatest release of my life.
After I had cum Jasper lifted me off Fiona before he began nailing her cunt with ferocity. Jasper’s intensity soon had Kenny unloading in Fiona’s backside, before he too unleashed his spunk in her pussy.
Afterward, we all walked through to the lounge for another drink. The men all grabbed a beer and Fiona sipped on a bottle of water.
After ten minutes or so, Kenny grabbed hold of Fiona and commenced fingering her. Momentarily, they headed off back to the bedroom.
As Jasper and I listened to their sexual machinations, Jasper said, “He really fancies her.”
“Does that worry you?” I asked.
“Not really, and now even less than before,” he replied, with a horny grin.
There was a sustained silence as we sipped our beers. Then, looking at me he said, “Besides, when Fiona’s on night duty from now on, it looks like my nights aren’t going to be so boring anymore.”
After uttering his words Jasper moved towards me and placed his hands on my hips. Next, his mouth closed in on my lips. Much as my sexual orientation had been tested thus far, somehow this was simply a step too far for me and I began to turn my head away. Unperturbed, his grasp on my body intensified and soon his left hand clamped onto the back of my head. As a sustained oral tussle got underway my resolve began to weaken and I knew that I would have to capitulate. The unrelenting coercion by Jasper had run its course and his total annexation of me had been accomplished. As his tongue conquered my mouth I knew that my life would never again be the same.
As our lips finally parted my body was turned and pushed toward the back of the sofa. After impelling my torso downward, I felt his magic rod again jamming it way into my backside. Beguiling my pucker with delirious ‘torment,’ Jasper soon got into full stride.
While Jasper fucked me my mind was reeling with incomprehension. ‘Why am I enjoying this so much?’ I thought to myself.
After he lifted my torso and began kissing my neck and ears, I pondered what lay ahead for me. Subscribe to My Channel For More Erotic Stories
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