Annie Rejects Her Shame: Part 1

Annie Rejects Her Shame: Part 2

ANNIE REJECTS HER SHAME: PART 2 ANNIE CONTINUES TO PURSUE HER NEWFOUND ADDICTION TO COCK WITH A PASSION. Based on a post by spr1987 [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6107369&page=submissions]. Listen to the ► Podcast  [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/AnnieRejectsHerShame2.mp3]at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/AnnieRejectsHerShame2.jpg] I can't believe it was only two weeks ago that I experienced my first real cock. And what a cock it was. If you are interested, read about it in Annie's Addiction. After that fateful night, I vowed to learn as much as I could about the allusive cock and what it could do to me and for me. And learn I did. in fact, these past couple of weeks have been quite the learning experience. I learned three important lessons. 1. The big muscular guy in my Chemistry class did Not have as large a cock as I thought a guy that size would have. 2. The black guy on the floor above me in my dorm proved that not all black guys have large cocks. 3. When you are a relatively attractive woman with a great rack, you don't have to try very hard to get cock. That third lesson is by far the most important one that I learned, L O L. It is also the lesson which started me on the path to see just how many cocks I could sample. My goal in three words, All Of Them. I know I can't try all of them, L O L. But a girl can dream. Can't she? And right now, I am dreaming about that hunky blonde guy across the bar, sitting at a table with two friends. Well, to be completely honest, I am dreaming about the guy and his two friends. My God, did I just think that? Could I do that? Would I do that? Hmm, these are all good questions. I guess the only way to find out is to try. "There is no try, only do or do not." Get out of my head Yoda!!! Looking down at my 36 F tits, which are looking amazing in this top, while being pushed up and out by and equally amazing bra, I think, "Yes, the force is Definitely with me." This thought has me smiling like the Cheshire Cat, as I walk over to my possible party of three. As I get closer, I start to wonder if I can actually go through with this. How does one go about asking a group of guys if they want to share me like an order of hot wings? Ouch, probably not a good analogy. I can only imagine the burn if I got hot sauce in my cootchie. However, I do wonder how yummy a cock would taste with some Buffalo sauce on it? Stop thinking Annie!!! Keep your mind on the prize, prizes, three cocks, no waiting. The hunky guy that I have been trading glances with for the last half hour, is watching me like a hawk, the whole way over. His knowing grin has me a bit distracted. He clearly is a guy that has never had a problem picking up girls, and this is definitely not the first time a girl has made the first move and approached him. That fucking grin is sort of pissing me off a little and is probably what makes me change my approach tactic and lean into a very possibly disastrous course of action. "Hi, I'm Annie, the girl you are going home with tonight," I say, as I throw my hand out for him to shake. He stands there stunned, looking from my hand to my face and back down to my hand. I smile to myself, that I am able to throw him off his stud game. Finally, he is able to recover his composure, and he takes my hand, telling me, "Nice to meet you. I am James, the guy who is going to rock your world." "Damn, I love and hate this guy's confidence," I think to myself, as I smile and jump up on the empty stool at their table. As I mount the stool, I ensure that my short skirt flips up just enough that the guys across from me can easily see the tops of my thigh high stockings and the straps of my black lace garter. James introduces his two friends, Dave and Charles, then the three of them spend about 15 minutes telling my boobs all about themselves and what they are majoring in. I guess it's my own fault. I did dress with the intent of presenting them, so to speak. Of the three of them, Charles is by far the most obvious about staring at my chest. Of course, as I start thinking more about them staring at my tits, the more I am getting excited about it. Of course, my damned nipples respond in the way they always do. I actually see Charles' eyes get wide with surprise, as my nipples get Very hard and Very big in my tight, clingy top. Addressing the elephant in the room, I tell them all, "If you think they look big now, just wait until you see them with my bra off." The looks on their faces are priceless. I can see that I have shocked them, and that they are all a little embarrassed, feeling like they got busted (yes, pun intended) staring at my tits. I can also see that they are intrigued that I may seriously be offering to show them my girls. I wish I could blame my brazen slutty-ness on too much alcohol, but to be honest, I had been milking the same beer for quite a while. So, I am damn near stone cold sober, when I clarify, "Yes, you Can see them, you can feel them even, if you are interested." Deciding to go all in, I blurt out, "We can sit here all night and you can spend a lot of money buying me drinks, hoping One of you can take me home, or we can all just leave now and go someplace private, where All of you can take me home and help me fulfill a fantasy of mine." Obviously shocked, James asks, "Seriously? All of us? Right now?" Running my hand up to cup my left tit and tease the obviously hard nipple with my finger and thump, I ask them, "Do these nipples look like they lie?" Then I tell them, "The offers on the table, Take it now or I start looking for another group of hot guys, The night is still young. ," I tease, as I start to look around. They fall all over themselves grabbing their coats, as James hurries to the bar to settle the bill. I am not gonna lie, I am unsteady on my heels as I walk to the door between Charles and Dave. Seeing me teetering on my heels, they each reach an arm around me and hold me steady. I would say that this was a gentlemanly gesture, if each of them wasn't "accidentally" crowding my boobs with their hands. As the cool outside air hits my very hot and flushed face, I wonder, "What the Fuck are you doing Annie?" My fight or flight response is kicking in Hard. The hands now cupping each of my boobs, makes flight seem unlikely, and the size of these three men makes fighting, an equally unlikely option. Then I realize that the old expression is not complete, as most people know it. I realize that for me it is, fight or flight or fuck, and fuck sounds so much better than the other two options. We stop at the corner of the building and wait for James to catch up. I notice that there is an alley between the bar building and the one next door. I think it is one of those touristy gift shops. Well, who really cares? It is the dark scary alley that really interests me. On a whim, I suggest, "You know, we don't have to go all the way to your house, when we have such a nice, secluded alley right here," I say as I point down the alley. They all look at each other and the grins are infectious. Each clearly likes the idea of getting down to some nasty business right away. I think my feet actually lift off the ground as they whisk me into the darkness. I actually think those words "whisked into the darkness". I wonder if this is merely descriptive or metaphorical. Then I realize, "Who fucking cares?" To be honest, it is not completely black, here in the alley. In fact, right above where we stop, there is a bare light beaming down on me. It makes me feel like I am a stripper on the main stage with a spotlight on me. Going with that vibe, I start to sway my hips, which swings my skirt around my exposed legs, very sensually. To turn up the heat, I run my hands over my body suggestively, dancing to music only I can hear. Yes, in my head I am picturing Jamie Lee Curtis dancing in "True Lies". As If I could be half as sexy as she was. I must be doing a pretty good job though, because I look up and see three sets of eyes are Wide open and looking at me like they are starving, and I am a mouthwatering steak. Hmm, I sure hope they eat me like they are starving, To make sure that they have a Big appetite, I teasingly grab the hem of my top and shimmy it up my tight stomach, giving them repeated under-boob glimpses of my black lace bra. I love watching their eyes follow my top up and down, up and down, each time going just a little bit higher, each time promising more and more black lace encased boobs. Then with a quick flip up of my arms, I pull my top all the way up, exposing my impressive rack. This would have been incredible sexy, if my head hadn't gotten caught in my top, causing me to flail around blindly, trying to get the damn thing off. Thank God none of them laughed out loud, and they had the good sense to not be grinning like jackals, when I finally freed myself. Frustrated, I toss the top on the top of a closed dumpster. Trying to recover my dignity, Can one be dignified while stripping for a group of guys in a dirty alley? Well, let's assume one can, So, to recover my dignity, I turn my back to them and make a sexy show of unbuttoning my skirt and slowly, seductively lowering the zipper. It must be working because I hear one of them say "Fuck Yeah," when the back of my skirt opens, and the waist strap of my garter belt and the small triangle of my black lace thong reveal themselves. I wiggle my rather full round ass, as I pull the skirt open and peel it over my hips. After letting it hang there for a moment, just flashing them glimpses of the nicely visible gap between my thighs, I drop it, letting it fall to the dirty floor of the alley. Spreading my legs, I bend at the waist to pick my skirt up. The cool air on my wet thong strap causes Jolts of shivers to shoot from my rapidly swelling pussy lips and puckered ass hole Straight through my abdomen. "My God this is exciting. I could Definitely get hooked on this feeling," I think to myself. Then I think, "If this is what strippers feel when they are dancing for a crowd of guys, I definitely need to think about trying that." Turning around, I feel like my audience is getting antsy, so I suggest, "Maybe one of you can help me get this bra off." They actually shove each other as they each tries to get to me first. James, clearly the Alpha of this pack of wolves, asserts his right, and pulls me towards him. He actually slams me against his chest, as he reaches around to unclasp my bra. My God his chest is hard and muscled, and I may have leaked just a little right now, thinking about the sheer masculine dominance of this man taking what he wanted like that. While I am slightly stunned and lost in my momentary lust filled moment of submission, he steps back and releases my bra. The straps slide down my arms and the cups almost Pop off of my full tits. The feeling of the sudden cool air on my very hot and very sensitive nipples gives me electric shocks of pleasure, and if it is humanly possible, my nipples actually get harder and larger. Crossing my arms under them, I cup each of my tits with my hands, and hold them up for my adoring audience. I tease my nipples with my thumbs, as I wink at them and ask, "Well, are you just going to stare, or would you rather feel them for yourself? Maybe see how they taste?" I ask as I raise my right tit up until I can suck the nipple into my mouth. Still looking at them, I bite my nipple and Gasp, as I realize just how fucking great that feels right now, and how much I want to feel all of their hands and mouths and teeth on my tits and nipples. Charles, my boobs biggest fan from earlier, decides to make the first move. Apparently he is a Big fan of boobs in general and he Definitely knows his way around a pair of tits. He is a blur as his hands and mouth move over my tits and sensitive nipples. He is doing this suck and blow and suck and Bite thing to my nipple that actually makes me Scream out in pleasure. Yes, I actually came from him doing, whatever the Fuck that was, to my tits. I must have been lost in what Charles was doing, because I don't even remember James sliding my thong aside and slipping his fingers in my slippery pussy. He is full on finger fucking me, as he grabs my right hand and places it on his large and very exposed cock. "When did he get that out?" I wonder, just before I realize, "My God that thing is Big, It is such a hand full. I can't touch my palm with my fingers." I weigh it in my small hand and Squeeze around it. James must like this because he rewards me by fingering me faster and harder. Through blurry eyes, I look over at poor Dave, who is hesitant to join the party. With my free hand, I reach out and give him a come-hither motion with my finger. He is not stupid. He comes hither, L O L. I don't even wait for him to get his head in the game, I reach for his zipper and fumble it down and clumsily reach in to release his hound. I am pleased with what I find in his pants. "That dog will definitely hunt," I think as I pull his well above average cock out and stroke it to its fully hard size. I smile thinking that until a couple of weeks ago, I had never even seen a real cock. Now I have one in each hand, and they are quite impressively large. It is easy to say that these are the largest cocks I have ever felt, since I have felt a total of three, so far. My total is now five and there is still one more here to unwrap. Yes, I am thinking of them as presents I am unwrapping. With no more hands left to unwrap my final present, I wake Charles from his revery of my tits, and tell him, "Hey Charles, you seem to be the only one with no skin in the game, so to speak, Do you have something to hide? Small dick maybe?" Backing up, he tells me, "I'll show you a small dick you fucking whore". Then he proceeds to pull out a very nice sized cock. He is not as big as James, but definitely larger than Dave. He is definitely in the middle, between James and Dave, which makes me a bit jealous, because that is where I want to be, in the middle, between James and Dave, and Charles, Hmm, the possibilities. Snapping me out of my revery, Charles grabs a handful of my long auburn hair and twists my head to the side and then down, telling me, "Suck my cock bitch! Feel how "small" it is". The way he twists my head, makes me lose balance and the only reason I don't fall completely to the ground is because he is lowering me to my knees, by my hair. I am not sure why I never even thought about releasing my hands from James' and Dave's cocks, to stop my fall. I guess it is lucky for all of us, that I didn't rip their dicks off involuntarily. So, at least no cocks were hurt, in the making of this picture, Hmm, pictures, that would be fucking amazing to have this all on film. Oh well, next time maybe. So, here I am with a big cock staring me in the face, while I also have one in each hand. My official total is now six cocks. "Not bad," I think to myself, "I doubled my number in just one night." Apparently, I am taking too long thinking about my success, because Charles starts slapping his cock back and forth across my face. It actually feels like I am being hit with a soft club and it makes a nice solid Thud sound each time it hits my face. I am truly impressed by the sheer weight of the damn thing. As I open my mouth to say something clever about it, he shoves the big thick thing right into my mouth. I would say that I choked on my words, but I am pretty sure it was the thick cock, that pushed all the way in until it hit the soft spot in the back of my throat. And choke I did. He relentlessly keeps pushing his cock into my throat, even though he can clearly see that I am about to choke to death. I instinctively try to release the cocks in my hands, so that I can use my hands to prevent my imminent death by penis asphyxiation. However, James and Dave grab my hands with theirs and keep my hands on their respective dicks. "What the Fuck?" Did these guys choreograph this dance?" I think to myself, as I finally get control of my choking and can relax my mouth and throat enough to actually start to enjoy the feeling of Charles' cock. I even find a nice rhythm where I am bobbing on his cock, while stroking the other two. Charles suddenly pulls away. His cock pulls from my sucking mouth with an audible Pop. He looks down at me and tells me, "I want to feel those big ass tits around my cock." Then he grabs my tits and squishes them around his cock. I have to admit, it looks pretty fucking hot. I am fascinated as I watch him fuck his big cock up and down between my squashed together tits. I have seen this in porn videos before, but there is something mesmerizing seeing it done to me, feeling it being done to me. I realize that the "done to me" part is really increasing the arousal level of this for me. One guy is jerking himself off using my tits, while two other guys are basically using my hands to jerk themselves off. They are literally using me like a sex toy, and I am fucking Loving it. As icing on the cake of my depraved cake, Charles suddenly cums hard, spurting cum with such velocity and power that I feel it slapping against my lips and cheeks and yes, in my eye, and I can't even use my hands to wipe it out of my damned eye. It is at that moment that I discover something new about myself. Something about this whole experience makes me actually cum Screaming, without any penetration, whatsoever. Yes, James was finger fucking me earlier, but right now, the only real contact is my hands on their cocks, and one still squashed between my tits. This makes me wonder, "Is it the feeling of being used as a sex toy? Being just a thing for these guys to use to get off? Being degraded on my knees in a dark and dirty alley? Or is it just the feeling of cocks that gets me off?" I don't get to ponder this great mystery for long, as James grabs me by my ass, and lifts it up, so I am leaning forward, bent over. He kicks my feet apart and I realize, what James intends to do. I turn to look back at what he is doing, when Dave grabs my face and pulls it to face back to the front. There in front of me is little Dave, staring me in the face. This time, I don't need to be told what to do. I take it into my mouth and start to kiss and lick all over the head of his cock. At that same moment, I feel James push his cock right into me. It is a very good thing that he got me very wet finger fucking me before, and that I just had a very nice orgasm. Otherwise, his big thick cock pushing into me with no warning like that, would have made me scream, and not in a good way. As it is, he is really testing my limits. He is by far the biggest cock I have ever had inside me, and that includes my dildo, nicknamed The Terminator. That is a story for another time. I am not gonna lie, I really want to do a good job sucking Dave's cock, but what James is doing to my pussy with his cock, is taking almost all of my attention. He is so deep inside me that I feel like he is rearranging my organs, and he is so thick, I feel like my hips will crack, but in a good way. After getting more used to having that huge cock inside me, I start to feel like I will not break. He seems to feel me relax, because he starts driving into me faster and harder, like he wants to push his cock up through my throat, so he can knock cocks with Dave inside me. As I think this, I feel Dave picking up speed, as he begins hammering into my throat faster and harder. Maybe they are trying to meet in the middle? I had heard the term "spit roasted" before, but I didn't truly appreciate what that meant until right now. I actually feel like they are skewering me all the way through my body. As I start thinking that this is probably the most "used" I can feel. Charles surprises me by slapping my big heavy tits, which have been swinging under me, as I am being fucked between these other two men. He is standing over my back with a hand on each side of me, slapping my tits back and forth lik

Annie Rejects Her Shame: Part 1

ANNIE REJECTS HER SHAME: PART 1. ANNIE FINALLY REJECTS HER ABSTINENT LIFE, AND FINDS HOW MUCH JOY A COCK CAN BRING HER. Based on a post by spr1987 [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6107369&page=submissions]. Listen to the ► Podcast  [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/AnnieRejectsHerShame1.mp3]at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/AnnieRejectsHerShame1.jpg] Oh my God it feels so hot in my hand; and how can it be this hard and this soft feeling at the same time?   These are the thoughts racing through my mind, as I feel a real live cock in my hands for the first time. I know what you are thinking, You are 19 years old Annie, and you are pretty hot looking; so how can this be the first time you have had a cock in your hands?   First, thank you for saying I'm hot. As a petite red head with a larger than normal pair of tits, I think I'm pretty hot also, but it is always nice to hear it. Second, I was raised in a very religious home, and sex was absolutely forbidden. In fact, my mother even made a habit of checking my panties and bed sheets to make sure that I wasn't masturbating. Yes, I realize now how twisted that sounds. But it was how I was raised, to think that self-pleasure and sex were mortal sins. Hell, even now I feel guilty every time I touch myself. Not to mention that right now, I am feeling pretty wrong emotionally, about this cock in my hands. Although I am feeling the guilt from years of conditioning, I can't help feeling a rush of excitement all through my body, as I squeeze and rub this thick cock. I am assuming it is thick. I have no basis for this judgment because, as I said several times already, this is my first cock. All I know is that I can't get my small hand around it and when I stack both of my hands, there is still all of the big swollen head left sticking out. My God that head looks big. I catch myself thinking that it looks like the helmet of one of those stormtrooper guys from Star Wars. I have to swallow the laugh that is threatening to burst out of me. I trace my fingers around that big helmet, and I am surprised at how smooth the skin is. I trace my finger along the groove in the front and the whole cock Jumps in my hands. I look up at the guy's face, wondering if I did something wrong or hurt him or something. I see that he has his eyes squeezed shut tightly and his mouth is open in an audible moan. I make a mental note that this is a good thing. At this same time, I feel and see liquid leak out of the cock's slit. I touch it and I like how slick it feels on my fingers. I rub it between my thumb and finger and relish the slick feeling. Then I run my slick fingers around the smooth cock head. I love how slippery it feels on the smooth skin of the head. I trace my slick fingers all around the edges of the cock's helmet.  It is like I am trying to memorize every detail of my fascinating new plaything. I run my other hand down to the bottom of his shaft and discover his balls. I cup them and feel them move around in their soft wrinkled sack. I roll them around in my fingers, enjoying how they move so fluidly. I sort of ring my fingers around behind them and pull them down, enjoying how the sack stretches tight and I can feel the balls hard in my hand. I squeeze, just to see what this will feel like. The guy almost screams out, Oh my God, Yes, when I do that. I make another mental note, that this is a good thing. Then I wonder, what will happen if I squeeze his balls at the same time as I rub my finger along his tender groove? Fuck yes. he screams out, as I try this experiment. Well, that confirms my thesis, I smile to myself and continue to gently pulse his big full balls in one hand, while teasing his sensitive head with my other. I think to myself, I am so glad that he likes this because I really love how this feels for me when I am doing it. I start to wonder,  "How the Hell, have I never heard about how amazing cocks and balls feel?  I have talked with quite a few other girls about their sexual experiences, and I can't remember a single one telling me how amazing cocks felt in their hands.  "I fucking Love this,  I think to myself as I really concentrate on the feeling of this cock and those full balls in my hands. Then the thought enters my head, If it feels this good in my hands, how will it feel in my mouth? I immediately hear my mother's voice in my head chastising me, You should be ashamed of yourself Annabeth, for even thinking such a thing. Then I tell the guilt wielding mother in my head, Shut the fuck up Mother and it is Annie Nobody calls me Annabeth anymore. Then I show her that she is no longer the boss of me, as I take this big cock into my mouth. Well, to be honest, I take the head and maybe another inch or so in my mouth. My God, this thing is big. Are they all This big? I wonder to myself as I feel that swollen thick head push into the soft spot at the roof of my mouth. I pull my mouth off of it enough, so that I can suck my lips around the helmet. I run my tongue around the smooth head, as I suck my cheeks around it. Oh my God, this feels so exciting and so naughty, I think to myself as I feel like I will pee myself from the overwhelming exhilaration. I am suddenly yanked from my moment of bliss, when I feel the guy's hands grab my head almost violently. Again, thinking that I hurt him, I try to pull my mouth off of his cock. He latches on even harder and almost begs, No, Please don't stop keep doing That Relieved that I am not doing it wrong, I go back to doing what I was just doing. As I run my tongue around his smooth head and down the shaft as far as I can reach my tongue, I moan around the cock, as I recover my overwhelming feeling of exhilaration at the feel of this cock on my lips, and on my tongue, and on the fleshy insides of my cheeks. I slide all of them over and around this cock, as I rediscover the feeling of his big balls in my hand. Overcome by the sensations of this cock in my mouth, I can't stop my other hand from sliding under my skirt and into my thong. Um, I am so fucking wet. I push two fingers into my wet pussy. My pussy feels so wet and squishy and warm around my fingers. I wonder if this is what his cock feels when it is in my mouth. I start to imagine that my fingers and his cock are the same. I start to push my mouth on his cock more and more, as I push my fingers deeper and deeper inside myself. I move up and down on his cock at the same speed as I am pushing my fingers into me. When I begin to gag myself by forcing his cock into my mouth so fast and so deep, I realize how fast and desperately I am finger fucking myself. It is at that exact moment that I push myself over the edge and cum Streaming around his cock. I didn't realize how close he was, until at that same time, I feel his cock swell even larger and twitch in my mouth as I feel hot surges hitting the back of my throat. Because I am in the middle of an uncontrolled scream,   I feel his cum continue to shoot directly down my throat. I can actually feel it coating my throat.  Then I start coughing uncontrollably, because, as I was riding my overpowering orgasm, I was also desperately gasping for breath. I hope I didn't breathe his cum into my lungs. For a fleeting moment, I wonder if it is possible to drown from cum in my lungs? As I get control of my breathing, I realize that I am not going to drown. I am twice as relieved, knowing that my mother will not have to recover my body from the university, after learning that I died by drowning in cum, as I sucked the cock of a guy I just met. Jeff or Jake or is it Jim? I am pretty sure it is a J name. I hope it is the overpowering orgasm I just had that is keeping my brain from recalling his name, and not the fact that I am a total slut who sucks the cock of a guy she doesn't know the name of. As I contemplate how much of a slut I really am, I start to think,  "Well, if I am going to condemn myself for being a slut, I might as well go all the way.  In that moment, I decide that I am getting fucked for the first time. Well, that is if this guy J.. something, can get his cock hard again. Realizing the decision is in my hands literally I am holding his softening cock in my hand I start to slowly squeeze and stroke it. Figuring that I should get J J J-dog involved in the decision, I say to him,  "Um, I loved how your cock felt in my mouth I would love even more to feel what he is like in my pussy You want to feel your big, thick cock deep inside me? Fuck Yeah, he enthusiastically agrees. Then in a more subdued way he adds, But you got to give me a minute You know to get ready I do in fact know what he means. I can feel his cock in my hand, clearly not ready to do the pushing that I so desperately need right now. It is not an unpleasant feeling though. I actually really enjoy the soft, flexible feeling of his cock in my hand. It is not fully soft, but just hard enough to weigh heavily in my hand. I squeeze it and I love the way it compresses. It feels like a very warm stress toy. I realize how much I would love to have a cock in this exact state, when I am stressed in class or doing an assignment in my dorm. I shake it and flop it around in my hand and love the way it moves. I am suddenly jealous, that guys get to have these things with them all the time. Then I wonder if they hold them and squeeze them when they need stress relief? He taps me on the head and rips me from the labyrinth of my twisted thoughts. It is then that I realize that his cock is Very much up for the task at hand again, my hand Don't you think you should take off your clothes? Or do you just want me to bend you over and flip up your skirt? he asks me. Oh My, I think to myself, as I suddenly get the image in my head of him forcing me over the arm of the couch and taking me from behind like an animal. Battling with myself in my mind, I think I should lead him to think I am a lady and do this in a dignified manner. However, I realize that I fucking need this Bad and I need it Now. Standing up, I reach under my skirt and almost tear my thong as I pull it off my hips and down my legs. Then I turn toward the arm of the couch and lean over it, as I spread my legs. As I turn to look back at him, the desperate look on my face, is all the answer he needs. I keep looking back as he aims his cock toward my wet, waiting, and Very willing pussy. He doesn't even use his hands as he pushes it against my swollen and Very sensitive pussy lips. He moves back and forth slightly, making his cock slide along my wet groove. Oh my God, the feeling of the big smooth head is even more amazing against the lips of my pussy, than it was against the lips of my mouth. I squeeze my pussy, trying to kiss it to suck it into me I feel his cock start to push my lips open. I realize that he is not moving, it is me, who is moving back, desperately trying to fuck myself onto his cock. I feel him slightly pull back with each of my thrust back. I look up to see him grinning at the desperate look on my face. I finally beg out loud,  "Please put it in Please fuck me Please Fuck me Now Without a word he pushes his cock right into me. I gasp out loud as I literally feel like all of the air is pushed out of my lungs. I am not sure how deep he went with that first thrust, but I feel like I am impaled on the damn thing. I feel so full that I am afraid I will tear in half, if he pushes any deeper. Surprisingly, it is not painful though. Luckily for both of us, I broke my hymen in a tragic accidental fall on a dildo Okay, I was masturbating. I said my mother made me feel guilty about it. I never said that I didn't do it. And thank God that I did. This may be the first real cock inside me, but it is Definitely not the first time I have had cock like objects inside me. And my God, the number of cock like objects I have inside me Well, let's just say I have been training Very hard for this moment. Yet, for all of the training I have done, None of it compares to what this feels like for real. Fuck, the heat and hard flexibility of this cock inside me It is almost indescribable. I feel like he is entering my soul. I feel like his cock is in control of my body and mind. I want this I want this a Lot. Then, just when I am deciding that this feeling is better than anything I can imagine, he starts to move slowly out and then back in and it gets better Much better. I feel like he is turning me inside out, as he slowly pulls his cock out of me. Then he holds it with just the head inside me, keeping me spread so wide. I get desperate for more. Why the Fuck is he holding it there? I look back pleadingly. I see him smile at me with a devilish grin and then, Slam, he pushes all the way back inside me. Three things happen at the same time.  I feel him pound deep inside me. His big heavy balls Slap against my WAY oversensitive clit. I actually see stars and lose control of my legs as I cum so hard that I am afraid I popped a blood vessel in my head.  I am not sure if I lose consciousness, but as I ride the most amazing orgasm of my life, I feel like I am flopping around like my whole body is made of jelly, as he continues to hammer away in and out of me. When I feel fluids gushing out of my pussy, I am mortified, thinking that I must have lost control of myself and peed all over his cock, balls and thighs. He suddenly stops fucking, with his cock half inside me. I am afraid that he is grossed out by my loss of control. I am sure that I will be humiliated when everyone at the university hears about "Annie the incontinent slut . Then he surprises me by saying,  Fuck Yeah You're a squirter. I never fucked a squirter before. That was fucking amazing.   That shit splashed out of you so hard, I felt like someone turned a hose on me. With my face so red that I am sure it is glowing, I ask him, So you are not grossed out by That? Fuck No, he answers and then starts pushing his cock back in and out of me. I am embarrassed by the loud squishing and squelching sounds his cock is making as he fucks in and out of me. Then I feel a weird new feeling. It is like there is a surge of water into me with each thrust in, and a much stronger suction with each pull out. As I realize that I am building to another orgasm, he warns me, I got to tell you, after I cum once, I can keep going for a Very long time after. The thoughts of this amazing cock fucking me for a Very long time, sends waves of exhilaration through me and I Clench around his cock, telling him,  "Give me All you got   Fuck me hard and long   fuck me until I can't walk. My spontaneous haiku has the desired effect, and he Slams into me so hard that his hips Slap on my ass and it stings like he spanked me with his hand. I feel him grab my hips with both hands. He grabs so hard that I can feel his fingers dig into the soft flesh in the hollows of my hip bones. Then just as quickly he releases them, and I feel his hands reach up to unbutton my blouse. Feeling him fumbling with them, I reach up and take over. I quickly have the buttons undone and I wildly flap my arms trying to throw the blouse off of me. As my blouse finally flies off my wildly flailing arm, I feel his hands grab my bra clasp and almost violently pull it open. Leaning forward like I am, the bra Snaps open and falls down my arms. My 36 F tits that were straining hard against my bra, are now free and wildly flapping their wings trying to fly away. Well, more flopping than flapping. With each of his hard thrusts into me, I feel my heavy tits bounce forward and Slap against my neck and shoulders. Then I feel them recoil and Slap back against my rib cage and under my arms. Yes, in case you missed it, they are all natural and definitely out of my ability to control them. He is relentlessly fucking me, and I can already feel my heavy tits start to ache from their wild flopping and bouncing. I am about to reach up to catch them with my hand and arm, to try to stop the bouncing, when I feel him reach around and cup each of my tits in his hands. I feel him hold them just enough, so that that they jiggle and bounce in his hands. The rubbing of my nipples on his palms is driving me fucking insane. He Squeezes my tits and weighs them appreciatively, as he tells me, You ve got fucking amazing tits. I love these big fucking tits. Then for emphasis, he takes my nipples between his fingers and thumbs, and pulls, and rolls, and Pinches them, which pushes me over a cliff I wasn't even sure I was standing next to. Fuck, I Scream out loud, as once again I feel my fluids gush out of me and my arms give out, as I fall on my face, having another overwhelming orgasm. As my pussy squeezes and spasms around his cock inside me, I keep getting electric shocks of overstimulation, which makes my orgasm continue like a series of explosions that won't end. All I can think about is the overpowering pleasure and the feeling of that cock filling me and touching me so completely. I have never done drugs, but I imagine this feeling of euphoria must be what drug addicts feel. I know right then and there that I will need to feel this all the time, from now on. I am suddenly pulled from my post orgasm bliss, by a new sensation. As he continues to slowly push in and out of my pussy, he starts to lightly tease my sensitive ass hole with his thumb. It feels like he is thrumming my sensitive ring with his thumb, like it is a guitar string or something. There is something very naughty and very exciting about it. It is also sending electric shocks of excitement through my entire body with each thrum of his thumb. Each thrum seems to short circuit my brain and it also seems to excite every nerve inside my already overstimulated pussy. I feel my excitement being driven higher and higher. I feel like it will become too much for my body and mind to handle, and I will fucking explode. Fuck, I Scream out, as he changes from a thrumming of my ass hole to a thumping of his thumb on it. Oh my God I have Never felt anything like this, and it is making my entire body twitch and spasm with each thump. He is doing it at a faster pace now and I can almost feel my pulse beating faster to match his thumping pace. I suddenly realize that I am loudly moaning in a rhythmic pattern, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, over and over, with each thump of his thumb on my ass hole. I also realize that I am pushing back onto his cock desperately to meet his cock pushing into me, at the same pace. I also feel myself pushing back onto that fucking thumb, that is driving me insane. Feeling how positively my body is reacting to his teasing, on the next thump, he doesn't stop. He pushes his thumb right past my tight ring. I loudly Gasp, Oh, as I feel his thumb Pop past my tight ass hole. I notice immediately how wet and slippery his thumb is, from all of the fluids I recently squirted all over him. I also notice that his thumb doesn't feel anything like I thought it would. I had thought about anal sex before, but always dismissed the idea because I imagined that it would hurt quite badly. But this this feels Very different than I feared it would. As I start to squeeze my ass around his thumb, sort of getting a better feel of my sudden intruder, I realize that he is slowly pushing and pulling it in and out of me, in time to his cock's motion in my pussy. I realize that I Really like this double stimulation. I start to grind back again, pushing his cock and thumb into me harder and faster. I suddenly feel a desperate need for more. I want him fucking me deep and hard in both of my holes. An image enters my brain of getting fucked like this by two different men two cocks one in my pussy and one in my ass oh my God do I really want to feel a cock in my ass? His cock is so much bigger than his thumb, but that damn thumb feels so fucking good right now These are all the random, wild thoughts racing through my head as I come to the conclusion,  Hell Yes, I want to know what his cock will feel like in my ass. Before I can chicken out, I turn my head back and meekly tell him,  "You can put it in my ass You know fuck my ass if you want "Oh God Yes, he almost shouts, as I feel him quickly pull his cock from my pussy. I feel empty, physically and emotionally, as that cock is suddenly ripped away from me. However, that emptiness is just as quickly filled when I feel him push that cock right into my ass. Fortunately for me, he didn't jam it in as deep and as fast as he did when he first entered my pussy. However, it was hard and deep enough to make me feel like I am trying to suck all the oxygen out of the ai

Piety & Profanity

PIETY & PROFANITY TWO WITTY STORIES OF PIETY & PROFANITY HEAVEN OR HELL What's it like when we die? By Many Feathers [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=512605&page=submissions] Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/Winter2024/PietyAndProfanity.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/winter-short-stories/piety-profanity.jpg] Let's face it. No one really knows what its like to die, I certainly didn't. The last thing I remember was someone saying, "He's gone." In the next instant I was somewhere else. I can't even explain it really, because the somewhere else was without substance, without definition really. Until images came to mind, places I had once known, been to, or had wondered about. Then suddenly...there I was! It felt warm, comforting. I was standing on a hill, there was a breeze against my face, though again, there hadn't been until I'd considered it, then there it was! It was quiet, peaceful, just as I imagined it might be, would be. I looked down at myself, I was old. "Damn! Aren't we supposed to change back to the best way we ever looked, or should look?" I wondered. And suddenly, I did. At least I wasn't just a thought floating around without substance. Then I grimaced, worried that I would be, but that didn't happen. "Ok, that's better. Much, much better!" I said feeling a hell of a lot better admittedly. But it was still strange. I mean, we all have our own ideas of what Heaven is supposed to be like I suppose. But this wasn't like anything I'd ever even heard of or imagined before either. No pearly gates, though they'd have looked really out of place from where I was standing. No white haired guy in a white flowing robe with a great big book with a bright green bookmarker holding the place open where my name would have been listed. None of that. Hell, there wasn't even a bird singing or a butterfly flying. And then...there was. "Ok, maybe I'm starting to get the hang of this after all," I thought to myself. But I was still surprised no one had come to greet me, no one had come to tell me where I was supposed to go, or what I was supposed to do. I even thought about my parents who had died years ago. Nothing. Unlike the sudden appearance of birds, butterflies and bee's (which I quickly decided I didn't want or need and made them go away) there was nothing else. At least no mom, no dad. No uncles, no aunts, no friends (only one or two of which I could actually remember as having died before I did). Bottom line was, no people. "Well, this sucks!" I said aloud wondering if anyone could actually hear me. I decided to go for a walk, and then wondered if I could fly. Sure enough, I was floating in the air and moving forward at an incredible speed. Problem was, the ground below me whizzed by faster than I could imagine it until I was standing in the middle of darkness. "Lets try that one again," I thought. I was back on the hill again, oh yeah; the breeze thing, and the birds and the butterflies were kinda cool too. Except, I really am going to walk this time, at least until such a time as I get the flying/moving thing down a whole lot better. So I walked. And I walked, and I walked. The only cool thing here was, when I got tired of walking and seeing the same scenery (cause I knew it usually would take several hours if I was to walk out of this valley and actually get anywhere else), all I had to do was think of another place, and I was there. One moment in the mountains, in the next walking through Canyon lands in Moab. At least I thought it was Moab, sure looked like it anyway, though once again there was no people. And that was the other interesting part. I tried thinking about the valley where I'd lived, my home, once again my friends and family. I think...though don't take my word on this, but I think I was in the valley where my home should be, once was, or would be. I mean who knows, when your dead, maybe when we're there, we're just borrowing the here, which is real, when that reality isn't. Anyway, no houses, no cars, no planes, no people. Nada...nothing. I kept thinking that maybe I was on hold or something. Or that I'd failed to see the sign that had said "Out to lunch". I certainly didn't want to stand around in the dark, and I was sort of missing the birds at this point, as I'd forgotten to bring them along with me. So I went back. Back to the mountain, sat down and waited. Who knows how long I sat there waiting. A year? A day? A century or two? Who the hell knows. I certainly didn't have a watch, couldn't even produce one. And who was around to tell or give me the correct time, or even what the hell day it was anyway? So I just sat there and waited. And wondered. And began to think about my life and some of the people I knew, or once knew anyway. And then the last thing in the world I had ever expected to happen happened. I looked up the hill and saw a young woman walking towards me. She looked familiar, and even at this distance I could envision her face, see her smile, and she even waved. "Thank God!" I said aloud, half expecting to hear a booming "You're Welcome!" but that didn't happen either. I really hate it when you can't remember a name. I mean I knew I knew her, I just couldn't remember from where, or when. Then it came to me. And was that because I suddenly decided I did know her name? That I'd actually thought about her in passing when I began thinking about my life and what I'd accomplished or failed to accomplish for one reason or another? Or because I just decided what her name was. Once again, I didn't know for sure, not really. But as Darlene approached getting ever closer, which is when I suddenly decided to do the half-fly, half hop thing, I was standing next to her. "Darlene? Is that really you?" She smiled and nodded her head yes. "Please tell me you can speak," I asked worriedly. "Or are we supposed to be talking with our minds and not our mouths or something like that?" I asked. She laughed then, which was like music to my ears (and briefly, I swear I could hear the Sound of Music playing in the background). "I've been looking for you," She said simply. "You have?" "Yes, ever since I got here." "How long has that been?" "Oh, I don't know, forever maybe? Who knows?" At the moment, I couldn't very well argue with that. "Well, it's sure as hell nice to finally see someone else, and actually talk to them!" Then I hunched my shoulders worriedly, wondering if the word "Hell" was appropriate, or inappropriate under the circumstances. "So, you seen anyone else?" I had to ask. "Nope, just you. But then again, like I said, you're the only one I've been looking for anyway." I still wondered why. Why was she here with me and not with her friends, her family. What was she doing here looking for me for? And why her anyway? I mean after all, Darlene had been the first girl I had ever kissed, first girl who two years later actually let me touch her boobs, and then the first girl I had ever gone down on in her parents bedroom when they were out for the evening. But what that had to do with us still escaped me. Or any of this for that matter. "So, now what?" I had to ask. "I don't know, you tell me," she responded. Like that helped anything. I guess we could continue to sit here and wait. But I'd done that already. And it was Darlene that said she'd been wandering around for just about ever looking for me, so there had to be something about that that made some sort of sense, which for the moment at least, didn't. And then I thought about something else. "Was there a reason why you've been looking for me?" I asked. "Yeah," she said finally grinning. "Why don't you lie down on the grass and I'll show you." Now we were getting somewhere. Unless she suddenly turned into some sort of Vampire or something at the last minute. "You're not a Vampire are you?" I had to ask. Once again she laughed. "No, and I'm not here to suck your blood either. But I wouldn't mind sucking something else." "Ok, this HAD to be heaven!" I decided. "No way in, well...you know, no way in that place could this be that." She had a lot bigger, a lot nicer tits than I remembered too. But of course that probably made sense. I mean back then...anyways, at least now she had them and they were pretty nice looking too. She undressed and got down on her knees and oh yeah, that felt nice, really nice. And once again I was reminded how good this felt, how pleasurable this was, and that if she kept this up I'd soon be climaxing. And then the fear, "What if? What if I can't? What if she sucks and sucks me for ever and I can't?" But then I was, and I did...and all was right with the world again. Well, this world anyway. And besides, I sorta always figured that if a person went to hell, they probably couldn't have an orgasm, so that was at least a point on the Heaven side of the ledger I suppose. And the fact I'd just had one, and a damn good one in fact, tended to support that theory. "Now what do you want to do?" I asked a while later. "How about we fuck now?" she asked demurely. Once again I looked around. "Maybe you shouldn't talk like that here," I told her. "Mess around, or do it might be a little more appropriate, something like that." "Ok, so lets mess around then," she stated. So we did. The only thing I remember about Darlene that I didn't like was that she was so clingy as they say. Seemed she was always touching me one-way or the other. A hand on my leg if we were simply sitting there, or if we walked anyplace, she had to hold my hand, or if we laid down in the grass, or on a hill, or sometimes when we just floated around off the ground (especially then) so I quit floating after that), she had to be holding onto something. I mean sometimes when she held onto things, or when even I did, I liked it. But not all the time. But if I said anything to her about it, hurt her feelings, then she'd sit there and cry until I told her I was sorry, to which there would come the hand into my lap again. Oh yeah, and you don't sleep either. You don't go to bed and wake up the next morning feeling either tired, sleepy or refreshed. The sun's just sort of there, all the time, though you don't see the sun, or anything else like it for that matter. It's just sun-shinny with light all day long (all night long for that matter) but like I said. You don't sleep. I sorta miss that. Then a while later. (I like to think in terms of days, but for all I know, a day is a year here, or a millennium, who cares?) Anyway, so like about maybe a week later we're hanging out, (oh yeah and I gave up wearing clothes, I mean whets the point? We're usually naked most of the time anyway, and it makes it a whole lot easier when we're in the mood to mess around). So we've just finished doing it...again, when I look up the road. (Made that one myself out of dirt, seemed appropriate anyway, somewhere to look down, or walk down when we weren't busy messing around). And low and behold, I see this other girl approaching us. And just like Darlene, I think I know her, and then I do know her. Brenda? Brenda's the first girl I ever did it with. She smiles and waves, and I wave back and notice Darlene's not smiling. But she remains by my side as we sort of do the float walk thing towards where Brenda's standing. Next thing you know, it's the same story. Brenda's been looking for me for quite a while too now, and finally knows where to find me, so she has, and here she is, and here we are all now. And then we're all messing around, having a hell...I mean having a lot of fun, and its all good, and they're both beautiful and all that, even though Brenda and Darlene sort of fight over who's going first and that sort of thing, which is kind of cool in a way as I really never did have another girl fight over me, except for maybe Theresa, and then low and behold, I see her approaching, smiling and waving at us too. Damn, now isn't this interesting? I think to myself. Then I begin to picture all the girls I've ever known, ever been with throughout my entire life. And the next thing I know, there's this entire flock of women walking down the road towards us, towards me rather as neither Darlene, Brenda, or especially Theresa are looking very anxious to meet any of them. And better still, every damn, ah every darn one of them is as naked as the day they were born, or died...whatever. And have you ever heard the term, "Too much of a good thing?" Well in a way I guess, this was the perfect example of that. Though admittedly when I saw my first wife, and my third I began to wonder. And though my second wife hadn't shown up as yet, I was sort of grateful for that, as I'd really considered her to be quite a bitch, and so she either hadn't died yet (and I couldn't honestly remember if she had, or if she hadn't...and who knows what time it is, or how long we've all been here anyway) the fact she hadn't shown up was a good sign, sorta. Because she really had been the meanest most vindictive woman I'd ever known. And seeing her here, really would convince me this was Hell, and not just some sort of holding area that I was now sorta hoping this really was. But it was all still pretty much confusing. On the one hand, I could "do it" with any one of them any time I liked. And did so, but I had to admit, it took a lot out of me, and most of them afterwards got all pissy about it if I hadn't chosen one of them. (Especially Theresa). And have you ever tried doing it with someone else hanging over your shoulder yelling "Me next? Me next?" I tell ya, it's not exactly conducive to keeping it up even while your doing it, or even how attractive or how beautiful the woman are with that going on all the time. Eventually, I did learn that if I thought about moving very fast when I flew, entered that black void, I would find myself alone. The only problem with that was, the moment I came out, wherever it was I thought I would be, they'd find me. Then it was fucking, sucking until I was totally exhausted once again, not to mention all the God damn bickering (yeah you heard me) it's starting to get on my nerves in case you didn't know it. Point is, I'm still not exactly sure what's going on, why I'm here, or what this really is. Mostly now I just sit alone here in the dark. I miss my birds. By Many Feathers [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=512605&page=submissions] for Literotica VICTORIAN SISTERS THE SECRET CORRESPONDENCE OF TWO NAUGHTY SISTERS, IN THE GILDED AGE OF LONDON S WELL-BRED SOCIETY. By Sally hollister [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1433329&page=submissions]. Listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories] Dear Tess, I have been led to believe, in a recent social visit to your home, that you allowed my Bernard to be beastly with you to such a degree as is shameful for ladies to put to pen & ink. As you know I have always regarded you as a sister and I am loathe to believe that this can be true. Pray tell me what occurred. Your dearest friend, Charlotte Dear Charlotte, I am afraid to inform you that the rumours you have heard are true, but do be assured that the event was not of my instigation. It happened thus; I was bending over to pick something up when Bernard assaulted me from behind and was, as you say, beastly with me. He came upon me so sudden I feared for my sanity as I am not used to being assaulted in such a fashion in my own drawing room on a Wednesday afternoon. But, as you can infer, I was not to blame. Your devoted friend, Tess PS: I am your sister Dear Tess, Sorry about the sister thing. Quite forgot. Anyway, I cannot believe that my Bernard would behave in such a brutal fashion. Are you sure he did not trip and thus fall upon you? Your dearest sister, Charlotte Dear Charlotte, I truly cannot say if Bernard tripped, for as I informed you, I was bent down at the time and my gaze was upon the trinket I was retrieving. Your devoted sister, Tess Dear Tess, It is beyond belief that my sweet Bernard would take advantage of a girl in the way you imply. Are you sure you did not wiggle your bottom at him in a provocative fashion, thus causing a rush of blood to his head and his attack upon your nether parts. Your dearest sister, Charlotte Dear Charlotte, I am outraged that you could think I could behave in such a fashion. I have only wiggled my bottom once in my life. It was during my honeymoon, in front of my husband, Victor, and it gave him a nosebleed. You must seek elsewhere to find a motive behind Bernard's caddish behaviour. Your dearest sister, Tess Dear Tess, I have now spoken to Bernard about the matter and he confirms that he did indeed trip over a rug which caused him to fall upon you. What I still cannot ascertain is how he managed to achieve his end through your bustle. Your dearest sister, Charlotte Dear Charlotte, Ah, I failed to inform you that I have taken up nude modelling recently and was in that mode when the event occurred. I have had to resort to this as our financial situation is perilous. Victor has been thrown out of the army since leading his regiment on an attack upon our allies, the French, during an exercise. He has always had difficulties with his sense of direction, the silly sausage. In any case I think it was an absolute over-reaction by the military big-wigs as there were only 43 of the Froggies killed and none of them above the rank of sergeant. As we have no income Victor suggested I take up modelling in the nude for artists and it is quite lucrative at 10 guineas per hour. It doesn't quite cover Victor's gambling debts so I came up with the idea of offering minor beastliness to young gentlemen for a small remuneration. You will understand then that your Bernard owes me 20 guineas. We cannot take cheques else the amount would be taxed so would you slip the amount into an envelope and have your butler drop it off at our residence? Your loving sister, Tess Dear Tess, I understand entirely your need to pursue a career of nude figure modelling and offering beastliness to strange men as times are hard. What I fail to understand is this, though you were naked, how it came to be that Bernard managed to be beastly with you if he was fully dressed? He, as far as I know, has not taken up a career of nude modelling. I have spoken to Bernard about the 20 guineas and he says he accepts his debt but says he must pay by cheque and make a record of the transaction, otherwise he will not be able to claim any tax relief on the transaction. Charlotte Dear Charlotte, How Bernard achieved his end while fully clothed I do not know, but the fact is that beastliness did occur. As my new enterprise requires discreetness to all my gentlemen; you must question him further on the event. I am shocked that he wishes to declare the transaction to the tax authorities. Has he no concern for the reputation of his sister-i

I Got Something To Tell You

I GOT SOMETHING TO TELL YOU LAPSED CATHOLIC WOMAN FINDS NEED TO CONFESS. By MarthaMcKinley [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=5698934&page=submissions] - Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/IGotSomethingToTellYou.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/IGotSomethingToTellYou.jpg] I m driving back to see my priest, from the college parish.  Yeah, this catholic girl needs deliverance from some major guilt. No, let s see; how many years has it been? It hit me yesterday, as Robbie & I were driving home. Oh, Gawd! Oh Gawd! Why shouldn t I worry? This probably changes things. No. It definitely changes things! Every thing. I had sex with Bart, a married man. Get it, you rash brain. I m a married woman who just had sex with another woman s husband. And not simply another woman, but one of my friends. What was I thinking? Obviously, I wasn t. There we were. Robbie was driving. I glanced over at Robbie, driving us home, tapping on the steering wheel and belting out the words to Billie Joel s Only the Good Die Young coming over the radio. You Catholic girls start much too late. Did Billy Joel know, too? The irony of it all. I was one of them: a graduate eight years ago of St. Margaret s Academy, an all girls high school run by the Sisters of Notre Dame. In my four years there, I had had negligible experience with boys-just a handful of dances in the gym at the neighboring Catholic boys school. I never had a boyfriend. I was never even confident enough in myself to flirt, for I never found the girl looking back at me in the mirror to be anything but plain. In college, no one had even asked me out until my junior year when Robbie did. I was so flummoxed, so flattered, so sure it must be a charity act that I spent the next two years at Macalester in perpetual gratitude, satisfying his every need. And right after graduation, with a BFA in painting, Miss flat chested and shy, but virgin no more Mary Johnson married Mister handsome, self-assured, going places Robbie Dwyer. I d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints he sang, glancing over at me, suggestively. Did he do it, too? Did he have sex with Robyn in the hot tub after Bart and I got out? It was entirely possible. In the four years since we were married, he had confessed to at least a half dozen women who turned him on. The Swedish lab tech at work with the impossibly long lashes. The buxom Australian hostess at the Sunshine Factory, our friday night watering hole. The neighbor from Kenya with the wide hips and muscular buttocks bulging out her short shorts as she dragged the sprinkler across the lawn. The Vietnamese manicurist, where I got my nails done, with the alluring-demurring smile on her face. My God, he had a fantasy girl from almost every continent. At least he was ecumenical. But had he ever acted on any of these urges other than acting them out in our bedroom? For whatever reason, his fantasies turned me on. They were so absurd, and far from making me suspicious, when he brought them up in bed at night, I wanted to play along. I became the big-bosomed Aussie who smothered him with her tits, or the wide assed African who yanked on his hose. We would start assuming these roles in all seriousness, but soon be laughing so hard that Robbie would get massive, I would become sopping wet, and we d fuck fast and furious until we came in great gasps. Then we would kiss and hug, saying all those wonderful words of love to each other, before falling asleep entwined. You know, it s amazing when you find yourself. All my scholarly life I had struggled with reading, writing essays, taking multiple-choice tests. But one thing I loved to do-and was good at-was rendering landscapes in pastel: layering wheat fields with raw sienna, coating barns and silos in brilliant cad red and alizarin crimson, foliating giant cottonwoods with varying shades of sap green, and stretching cobalt shadows across lawns and patios, bending them up walls of grand white farmhouses. I guess, in retrospect, it was how I sublimated my sexuality as a teenager. Years later, post art school-and after having given up on Catholicism-I discovered the co-existence of the creative impulse and drive for sexual gratification. It was then that my artistic successes began. People seemed to respond passionately to my new work. Collectors bought four, five, or six of my pieces. Each new series-the Dakotas, the Mississippi-won me acclaim at venues in Minneapolis, Santa Fe, Denver, and Chicago. I almost couldn t make enough for all the enthusiastic gallery owners. The result was gaining a measure of confidence, not only in art, but in love, which I had formerly never known, and which seemed so natural for others, like Robbie, Bart, and Robyn. Oh my God, I forgot about Robyn, the red-haired nurse-midwife whose house we were just leaving. Robbie fantasized the most about that little spitfire-at least, she s the one who seemed to augment his cock the greatest. I remember his last Robyn dream, a mere week ago: he and she were wrestling at the pond s edge after they emerged from a skinny dip on a sultry afternoon. They had started slinging playful insults at one another, until one literally slung a handful of mud, at which point the real fun began. Soon they were coated with a burnt sienna glaze and needing to go back into the water to wash each other off. It made sense, that fanciful notion of his. Water was their thing. Robyn got covered in amniotic fluid when her patient s water broke, and Robbie worked as a field biologist with lake flora and fauna. Two science types, always with liquid things to talk about. We had left them in their element, soaking in the hot tub, when Bart and I got out to look at one of his new pastel paintings-our element. Robbie drummed on the steering wheel. You know that only the good die young Tell you baby Only the good die young I was feeling really clammy now. What if he and Robyn did fuck in the hot tub? Would that be better-for me? After all, if he did it, why couldn t I? Or did it spell the end of our marriage? Were we going to become one of those pairs of swinging couples whose relationship divided along fault lines? Little things that once seemed endearing qualities-my need to have everything in its place at home-would become an annoyance to him and an excuse for fleeing to Robyn. Or his insistence in correcting my retelling of a mutual experience-that I formerly had allowed with amusement-would become the hurt driving me to Bart and the consolation of his touch. Jesus, what have I done? What have we done? We? Maybe we didn t do anything. Maybe only I did? And Robbie s trust in me will be shattered forever. I reached over to touch his head, to pull my fingers through his dark, dark umber hair, with waves as luscious as my grassy prairies at sunset. He looked over and smiled, his gaze penetrating my eyes briefly before it returned to the road. I love when you do that, Georgia, he teased, using the name of the artist, Georgia O'Keeffe, whom I had been the most influenced by in college. He hadn t fucked Robyn after all. Great. Now I m the fucker. I love doing that, I replied. You know how much I crave your textures! Did I sound like the same me? Could he tell anything from the dampness of my fingers? We ll be home in ten minutes, he proclaimed. "Can t wait to be in bed with you. Suddenly feeling queasy, I replied, Are you wide awake? I m so tired, I think I m going to close my eyes for a bit. I m fine. Another good song!" And he was off, singing in perfect pitch, "But you gotta keep your head up, oh-oh, and you can let your hair down, eh-eh Maybe he s too exuberant? I bet he did do it? Do it. Do it. Did I really do it? Did we? Bart and I? Do it? Oh, Father Duffy, it's times like these when I miss those confession sessions Bart and I had dried off in front of his fireplace. The bromine from the hot tub was so strong we had taken turns rinsing off in the shower. With towels wrapped around us, we ascended the stairs to his studio and his magnificent nudes. If I relished the feel of textures through my fingers, my eyes delighted in the virtual touch of the skin tones in his paintings: strokes of raw sienna melding into caput mortuum, Indian red into purple violet and Thalo blue. His pastels had been blended with infinite patience, layer upon layer of pigment to create arm, chest, torso, groin, giving the effect of a radiance emanating from within. For someone not in possession of the endowment, he painted the most sensuous breasts-with thick areolas and erect nipples-seemingly emerging from the paper, begging to be sucked. I touched his arm to point out, on a nearby easel, the pair of lovers he was finishing, a man standing behind a woman, their hands holding five passion fruits against her chest. Excitedly, I inquired as to how he got her skin to glow with such warmth of golden ochre and crimson. He nestled my elbow in his palm as he eased me toward the painting and explained his artistic process. It was fun having another artist to talk with, to puzzle out problems of color and value, to compare favorite painters and art philosophies. In college, I had been so head over heals involved with Robbie, that I did my course work, rushed back to the dorm to be with him, and didn t give myself the time to make friends, let alone hang out with established teacher-artists in the art department. My BFA degree had landed me a graphic arts job with Minnesota Life, a glossy recreation magazine, and I spent over a year doing computer artwork, but again, no real artist contacts-and no art opportunities. When my school loans were nearly repaid, and Robbie was making enough for both of us to live on, I went back to painting with pastels. Within two years, I was showing in the Twin Cities; then, six months later, in three other major metropolitan areas. That experience brought me into contact with other artisans, most of them women, all of us doing different subjects. We exhibited together on occasion, got together for group-show receptions, but I never really developed an artistic kinship with any painter-until I met Bart. He leaned into me as we conversed, and I maintained our inertia by pressing back. He took my left hand in his, and slipped his right arm around my back, supporting me as we talked about his lovers faces; the aura of contemplation; the mysteries of connection, communion, and commitment. I told him how much I liked the piece, and he hugged me with appreciation. And that s when we should have stopped. I could have inquired about the adjacent painting, the woman with the large guava facing the viewer and the man turning away with his smaller one. But I didn t. His hug felt so good. As did the wine, our soak in the hot tub, my newly-found confidence. We rotated toward each other. He brought his lips to mine, and, rather than turn to accept his kiss on my cheek, I met him full on with my own. As our embrace progressed, intoxicatingly, I encircled his lanky waist and felt our towels drop away. With his manliness expanding against my belly and his hand raising tingles up my spine, I devoured his lower lip, squeaking a little in excitement when I felt his tongue enter my mouth. With both hands he lifted up my tiny breasts, his fingers running over my nipples, as ripe as his painted ones, then pulled each with gentle traction, making them ache all the more. I moved off his mouth, and began kissing his chest, lightly brushing the russet hairs with my lips in an ever-expanding oval. Initially passing over his nipples, I returned to suck each to hardness and heard him groan as I bit down on them tenderly. His finger pads moved down my spine to buttocks, backs of thigh, up to hipbones, and, twisting his hands around, his finger nails grazed across to my pussy tuft and up my abdomen to my back again, in a repeating hypnotic loop of arousal. When my tongue repaid his kindness, creating a saliva trail down his midline, my cheek butted into his erection. I turned deftly toward the large head, now deeply violet and glowing as hot as his figures skin tones. Clumsily, we maneuvered our entangled selves to his model stand, and found our way to sitting upon the shag carpet remnant atop the platform, my mouth locked around him, my juices oozing into the rug. His hand found my slot, and as I drew my teeth up and over his rim, I felt his fingers close around my clit, pinching it rhythmically to our breathing. My shrieks of pleasure were stifled by taking more of his cock deeper in my throat, and, as I rocked onto his hand, he began thrusting into my mouth. I m gonna come, he whispered, urgently. Having climaxed once already, and about to scream again, I was fully prepared to grant him his pleasure. Within seconds a hot bolus shot into my mouth, and this time I gurgled with delight as his flood of warmth quieted my cries. One hand circled my head, his fingers pushing through my perspiring hair. The other, perfumed by my cunt-flower, was rubbed against cheek, neck, and shoulder, all the while he praised my beauty in muffled tones. I regained my resting breathing tempo, but all I could mumble was, Wonderful, wonderful, as his cock slowly deflated in my mouth. You guys up there? Robbie had hollered from the bottom of the stairs. Just gazing at some nudes, Bart had called back, so nonchalantly, I thought that perhaps I had been dreaming all the while. But of course I wasn t. Bart and I had hurriedly wrapped our towels around us. He went ahead of me down the stairs, as I ducked into their bathroom to do a bidet-cleansing of my mouth, then joined everyone below to get dressed and prepare for our departure. We re home, announced Robbie. Let s get right to bed. I love it when you re brominated. I awoke from one nightmare to go back into what I feared was another. What Robbie pronounced was true. Being brominated meant that by soaking in the hot tub, I was disinfected everywhere, and his tongue could explore my private place with relatively impunity. Any other time, his suggestion would have made me forgo my nightly mouth care, but this evening, I delayed our entry into bed by flossing and brushing-with lots of toothpaste. That would cover up any telltale tastes, but I didn t know if the delay would allow my brain to become re-engaged in love making. Robbie and I have been very honest with each other. Well, I felt I have been completely honest, and I trusted full revelations would have been forthcoming from him. So as we pulled the sheets over our nakednesses, I wondered if I should bare all? Do I tell him, I asked myself? Did I want him to tell me-if there was anything to tell?

Red Riding

A SEXUAL TAKE ON A CLASSIC FAIRYTALE - RED RIDING HOOD. By Nyissa [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=289423&page=submissions] – listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/RedRiding.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/RedRiding.jpg] "Hi Granny," Red's cheerfully innocent voice echoed over the phone. "Mum told me you weren't well enough to come to dinner, so I am coming to you." 'Shit,' thought Granny as she surveyed her basement, the Prince still handcuffed to the wall, blindfolded, his hard cock protruding straight out. "Honey," she used her best sweet and innocent voice, "You really don't have to I am fine." "Nonsense, I'm bringing you some cakes and cookies. We'll have tea and catch up." Granny knew there was not point arguing with the young woman. Red was a sweet child but as she became a young woman, she became quite stubborn and determined, a trait Granny admired, just not today. "Well, if you must I insist you stick to the path. The woods can be awfully dangerous at this time in the afternoon." Granny wasn't exactly lying to her granddaughter, the woods surrounding her house did see a lot of traffic at this time of the day, though not relatively dangerous, her motives were more to do with time. The path through the woods took twists and turns and would afford Granny at least an extra hour before Red arrived. Plenty of time to finish off the Prince. "Very well, I promise I will take the path and not stray. See you soon." "Yes dear." Granny hung up the phone and sighed. Though she had time she knew she would need to cut short her intended play. She turned back to her subject on the wall. "Now, where was I?" The Prince muffled into the ball gag in his mouth. "I'm sorry, did I give you permission to speak!" Her tone had changed completely. The sweet innocent voice of a loving grandmother had been replaced by the forceful tone of a woman in control. The Prince winced as the riding crop stung his thigh, just missing his cock. Granny grinned as she watched the muscle spasm and the body shiver with the pain. "Hmm, I will need to make some adjustments if we are to finish in time." Granny moved to a lever on the wall and cranked the handle. With each rotation the Prince fell closer to the ground till he was kneeling on the plush carpet of the dungeon floor. His hands were still restrained in the handcuffs suspended from the ceiling. Granny moved around the small room to retrieve the toy needed. It was a relatively small space with a soft red carpet and satin sheets draped on the walls. Against one side Granny had positioned the chains and restraints securely fastened to the wall, with the pulley system to manipulate positions. On the opposite wall was a full-length mirror so her clients could see the punishments she awarded them. In one corner of the room stood a large intricately carved wardrobe that a local lumberjack had made for her. Inside she stored her toys, whips, dildos, vibrators, cock rings and cunt eggs. Granny was not fussy about the people she awarded punishment to. Male or female, as long as they could pay. Granny retrieved the large black dildo from the cupboard and returned to the Prince. She placed the object between his legs, lined up with his arse. "Sit!" she commanded. He hesitated. The whip did not miss this time, stinging his shaft and making him jump in pain. He lowered himself down, feeling the thick phallic object push against his arse. It was a momentary pause, but one noticed by Granny as the whip slapped against his cock once again. He pushed on, feeling the object penetrate his tight space and stretch him more than ever before. As the cock slowly entered him, he felt the gag being removed and a leg land on his shoulder. The pressure of the leg forced him to sit, driving the toy hard into his arse. As he opened his mouth to cry out hands on the back of his head pushing his face into the warm wetness of Granny's musky cunt. His cock twitched as his arse was deeply filled and his tongue found the lips he loved to lick. Granny loved this part. Without a word the Prince began to caress her slit with his tongue. She held onto the whip and sporadically brought it done onto his hard cock, knowing he loved the feel and would drive his tongue deeper into her. She pushed into him, forcing the large dildo further into his rear. His wince vibrated on her cunt making her shiver. The Prince drove his tongue into her sweet cunt, lapping at the juices and feeling them dribble down his chin. Without the use of his hands and fingers his tongue had to work extra hard to make her cum. His arse was on fire, an exquisite fire that made his own cock strain and twitch. Even the sting of the riding crop made him harder. He felt his precum on the tip of his cock and wished she would lick it off for him. He turned his attention to her clit, sucking the nerve into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. His tongue flicked over the nub as his lips engulfed her cunt. He felt her body shake and knew she was close. The idea that he was about to make her cum made his cock ache. Hands grabbed clumps of his hair as she arched her back and wailed an intense orgasm. She held his head in place, cleaning her cunt of her juices, before releasing an arm. She stood back from him and commanded, "Make yourself cum." His free hand grabbed his cock in a firm grasp and began to stroke his shaft furiously. His balls tightened and the tingling rose quickly in his stomach. His head dropped back, forcing him to sit further back on the cock, his mouth opened as his orgasm approached. He felt the sharp sting of the whip on his balls as he released his load, shooting his cum almost across the room. Jet after jet spurted from him as the riding crop made contact with his arse and balls. He screamed his pleasure as the last droplet left his body and he slumped, one arm still bound, on the floor, cock truly jammed into him. Granny cleaned herself off and tidied the room before releasing the Prince from his restraints and allowing him to remove the protrusion from his arse. He felt empty and spent as he stood, the toy popping out of him. "I'm sorry, you can't clean up here," Granny handed the Prince his royal clothes. "My granddaughter will be here soon she can't see you." The Prince nodded knowing too well the need for privacy in their interactions. He gathered the clothes handed to him and gingerly walked up the stairs, leaving Granny to smooth over her clothes before returning to her sweet old cottage upstairs. LEAVING TOWN With basket in hand, Red left the borders of town behind her as she skipped down the path to the woods. The sun beamed in the sky, warming her body in her deep red cloak. She could feel the heat on her bare knees as her short skirt did little to protect her from the rays. Red loved going to see Granny but rarely got the chance. At a young age her parents were adamant that Red not attend her Granny's house alone. She never understood why. Now, at twenty years of age, her parents were still reluctant but permitted her to attend, nonetheless. As she approached the edge of the woods she shivered. The path continued into the darkness of the thick forest. Though easy to make out, the shadows hid possible dangers in the surrounding trees. Taking a deep breath, Red continued her skip into the cool confines of the trees. He heard her before he saw her, she wasn't quiet at all. Peering from behind a tree, he watched as the young lady skipped along the well-worn path towards Granny's house. He knew Granny. Or more, had known her. He had fond memories of the handcuffs tight around his wrists as expert hands roughly massaged his cock. He closed his eyes and breathed deep at the memory of shooting his cum over Granny as his arse was assaulted. His cock twitched at the memory. He yearned to experience that release again but had been banned when his demand for control had earned a red card from Granny. His eyes returned to the beauty before him. Her flowing red cloak opened to show the loose, white, off-the-shoulder top that did not hide the fullness of her breasts as each skip caused the unrestricted mounds to bounce. He was transfixed. His cock responding once again to the visage before his eyes. Her short red skirt left her knees bare and danced with each step. He could imagine the sweetness that lay beneath the confines of the white cotton panties flashed as she bounced. He moved further down the path and lent against a large boulder, ensuring he was hidden from the young woman until she was past him. "Well, hello young lady." Red jumped and squealed. Whirling around she stumbled back at the sight of the unknown figure before her. "I'm sorry, I did not mean to startle you so." His husky voice hid the lie he had told. "Um," Red stuttered, trying to find the words. "Who are you? What are you doing out here? In the woods? Alone?" "My apologies dear lady. Names John Wolf, but you can call me Johnny," John smiled a cheeky grin. "Was heading back into town when I saw this beauty skipping along and just had to say hello." Red blushed, "Oh." She liked the idea of this stranger watching her and thinking she was beautiful. He was a tall, solid man who towered over her. His muscular arms stretched the sleeves of the shirt he worn, with thick hair visible through the thin fabric. As he smiled her heart melted and her cunt spasmed. His deep penetrating brown eyes bore into her. She looked away realizing she had been staring at him. "Who may I ask is this lovely young woman before me?" The question dripped like honey off his lips. "I'm Red," she managed to respond. "I'm heading to my Granny's house to bring her cake and tea." His gentle tone made her divulge more information than asked. His smile broadened. 'This is it,' he thought, 'she is my ticket back in. Granny would be expecting the knock at the door, he just needed to delay the young woman.' "What a sweet thing to do. Beautiful inside and out." He laid on the charm. "Perhaps flowers would be nice too. I bet your Granny would love something to brighten up her house." Red liked the idea of presenting her Granny with a bunch of flowers she had picked herself. She surveyed the sides of the path in search of a bouquet to pick. "You won't find the beautiful flowers on the path anymore," John spoke with faux care in his voice. "All the flowers have been picked clean by travelers. But further in, just off the path, are fields of daisies and lavender, the perfect present from a loving granddaughter." Red was hesitant, "Granny told me not to stray from the path. She said it was dangerous." John laughed a friendly, calming laugh. "Nonsense, these woods are perfectly safe. You will be doted on for being such a loving soul." Red contemplated for a moment before nodding her head and skipping off the path in the direction Johnny had pointed. She began to whistle a joyful tune as she detoured, giving John time to visit with Granny. JOHNNY ON THE SPOT Granny heard the rustle outside and opened the door slightly before returning to the kitchen to put the kettle on. She heard the footsteps enter the cottage. "Come in Red, it is lovely to see y..." Her voice trailed off as she entered the lounge room to be confronted by Johnny. Before she could scream at him to leave, he lifted her onto his shoulders, his muscular arms having no issues with her frame. Carefully he carried her down the stairs to her dungeon. "Johnny," Granny began, "you know you are not permitted here. Now let me go and leave." "Not this time Granny, we are doing this my way." Granny squirmed to no avail, Johnny's big hands clamped over her wrists and held them tight as he retrieved the handcuffs that were connected to the ceiling pulley system. The cold metal made Granny jump as her hands were captured by the restraints. Johnny stood back and watched as Granny thrashed against the confines. He stood before her, grabbed the collar of her dress with his hands and roughly ripped them apart, exposing her ample breasts. The cool air instantly hardened the nipples visible under the white, lacy bra. "Granny, you are as luscious as I remember you." His brown eyes smiled at her as he removed his shorts. "See the effect you have on me." His hard cock protruded out before him. The thick muscle bounced as he moved toward her. His hands moved inside what remained of her dress, sliding into the lacy panties he knew she wore. He felt the dampness and giggled. "I do it for you too." Granny's eyes widened at the sight of the large cock before her. She remembered his strong arms and fur covered chest, but the image of his cock had eluded her, until now. Her cunt spasmed at the sight and the hope that it would soon be inside her. Johnny had been fun to play with but his insistence on taking the lead had forced her to ban him from her cottage. It had been a long time since she had taken a cock and her cunt yearned to be filled. His fingers ventured under the thin material, sliding along her lips but not penetrating. Granny moved her hips, trying to slip his fingers inside but he pulled back. "My terms Granny." A wicked grin spread across his lips. He removed his fingers and stripped Granny of her clothes. Her full breasts hung free of their confinement, nipples hard and pointing towards the ground. Johnny bent and sucked first a nipple then the breast into his mouth. His teeth bit hard on the point causing Granny to cry out. Once again he giggled, the vibrations sending shivers through Granny. His fingers flicked her clit as he sucked and nibbled on her breast. Her body jumped with each bite and each flick of the sensitive nub. Granny spread her legs wider, hoping Johnny would drive into her. His cock jumped knowing she wanted him inside her, but he resisted, continuing to bite her nipple and strum her clit. Granny felt the orgasm rising deep in her stomach. She yearned to be filled by his hard cock, pushing her hips forward, silently begging him to take her. The pain of his bites were swallowed by the electricity flowing from her clit. She gritted her teeth as the orgasm hit. Her body shook with the intensity. Johnny held her tight as her body convulsed. His fingers continued their assault on her clit making her hips jerk with the sensitivity. Dropping to his knees he replaced his fingers with a tongue lapping at the juices flowing from her cunt and pressing against the nerve. She continued to shake, her hips trying to pull away from him. Granny groaned as a tongue began to assault her sensitive cunt and clit. She attempted to move her hips away and close her legs, but he held her tightly, applying pressure to her swollen clit. She screamed as two fingers were plunged into her aching cunt. They wiggled inside her, finding and caressing her sweet spot. The tongue continued to press against her as lips closed around her cunt. Teeth nibbled the hood of her clit as the fingers began a slow pounding. Holding her tightly, Johnny slid two fingers deep into Granny's soaked cunt. Bending his fingers he stroked her g-spot before sucking her clit into his mouth. Fresh juices escaped Granny as she groaned, her body still shuddering from her orgasm. His teeth closed in on her lips, nibbling around the bud of nerves. With an arm around her hips, holding her to him, his tongue played over her clit, strumming the nub as his fingers pounding into her. Granny felt the heat rising in her feet as another orgasm began to build. Her body had not been allowed to recover from the first one as she exploded with the second. She screamed as the wave of electricity flooded her body, more intense than the first. Once again Johnny lapped at the juices that freely flowed down his arm as he continued to fuck her dripping cunt with his fingers. Johnny lathered her clit with his tongue, licking the remaining juices, before standing before her, his fingers still deep inside her. He tapped her clit with his hard cock making her jump with each tap. He moved behind her, his free hand on her hip, and positioned his cock at her soaked entrance. In one movement he removed his fingers and rammed his cock into her. Granny's body shook as the second orgasm continued to pulse inside her. The tongue on her clit prolonged the sensations. Her cunt throbbed as the fingers played against the sensitive flesh of her cunt. She felt before she saw his cock tapping her clit and jumped with each touch. He moved behind her and drove his cock deep inside her. Her body felt like it was on fire, every muscle ached as Johnny made her cum again and again. Johnny pounded the cunt before him. Sliding his cock out of her before driving it back in, hard, pulling back on her hips to get as deep as he could. With each thrust her body shuddered with orgasm after orgasm. He wouldn't stop. Her cunt convulsed on his thick shaft, squeezing him as he thrust into her. His balls tightened, his stomach tingled as he drove in deep and exploded in her cunt. His cock spasmed as yet another orgasm milked his shaft. Granny shook constantly as her cunt was demolished by Johnny's thick cock. Orgasms flooded ever muscle making her weak. She felt his cock twitch and wash her cunt with his cum, making her cunt spasm with a final orgasm. The intensity of the events were too much for her as her weakened, exhausted body slumped on the restraints. Johnny popped from Granny's cunt. He watched as their mixed juices dribbled down her legs. Seeing her slumped over he lowered her restraints allowing her to rest on the soft carpet, her arse in the air. Cum dripping from her spent cunt. RED ARRIVES Night was creeping in as Red approached the cottage. She hadn't realized how long she had spent collecting flowers and hoped Granny wouldn't be too upset with her. Holding the large bunch of daisies in her hand she pushed on the open door and wandered in. "Granny?" "In here dear," a strained, high pitched voice came from the bedroom. "I'm feeling a bit off at the moment. Do come in." Though the voice sounded different Red casually walked into Granny's room. The lights were low, and the curtains were drawn on the canopy bed. Red could just make out the figure under the covers and recognized the sleeves of the nightie she had given her Granny last Christmas. The shape filled out the bed more than she remembered. Granny appeared taller than she thought, and a strange bulge lifted the covers halfway down the bed. "Are you okay Granny?" Red asked, confused at the image before her. "Of course my dear," Johnny put on the best high-pitched voice he could trying to disguise the lust he felt at seeing the young woman once again. "Come closer." Johnny beckoned Red towards him. His large muscular hands flashed in the slither of moonlight from the window. "My, what big hands you have," Red was surprised by the glimpse of the hands urging her forward. "All the better to hold you with my dear. Come, closer." Johnny repositioned himself to sit upright in the bed. As he moved the moon reflected in his eyes. Red gasped. "Granny, what beautiful brown eyes you have. I don't remember them being that color." "All the better to see you with, my dear. They change color at night," Johnny tried to explain away the change. "Come closer." As Red stood next to the bed her eyes adjusted to the shadows of the room and she could see the figure more clearly. "Granny, what a big mouth you have." Johnny had her now. He reached out a hand, grabbing her wrist and holding her tight. "All the better to eat you with," he growled. Throwing the covers off he stood before her, a mountain of a man with a firm grasp on her wrist. The flimsy nightie could not hide his arousal and Red's eyes grew wide as she caught a glimpse of his thick hard cock. He ripped off the cotton nightie, standing in the moonlight from the small window in the room. Red watched as the fur that covered his body shimmered in the light. She had never seen a man as muscular or hairy as him and her cunt delighted at the image. Grabbing her by the throat, Johnny pushed her down onto the bed. Holding her in place, he lowered his tall frame to her crotch, lifting her skirt with his teeth to expose the damp cotton pa