"Hands behind your head, Brenda," he ordered gruffly. Taking down a flogger, he laid several sharp lashes on her breasts; she held them up so he could get a good target for him, and whimpered at the strength of his blows. Shifting his target, he hit his aunt's exposed breasts on the table a couple of times before going back to his primary target for several more blows. The women grunted at their abuse.
Putting the flogger away, he picked up a single strand whip and laid several angry lines on Brenda's breasts. "Don't forget me, Sweetie," Adele whined, and he turned to give her a few lashes on her brown targets. "Oooh, my nippies, my poor nippies, my poor, poor nippies," she sobbed, tears flowing from her eyes and her fingers writhing. He switched to a horsehair whip for a few blows, then picked up a cat o-nine tails. "Oh, sweetie, I've dreamed of this for soo long," Adele warbled. "Look, poor Brenda can't even talk, she's so happy. We've missed you so much."
Tears were coursing down the redhead's face, trailing between the freckles and leaving a dark trail of oozing mascara. Her lips were moving silently, and her eyes were locked on her abuser, pleading. Flicking out, her tongue moistened her lips and quivered as she watched the bulge grow in his jeans.
The whip came down, and Brenda's tits grew deeply red, her nipples an angry shade of irritation. The target changed, and the old woman was given a matching pair of burning hot circles of pain. Throwing the leather down, he went to a cabinet and produced a heavy set of clamps, more suited to metal working than torture. "How tight would you like these, Auntie?"
"Screw them down tight, Justin. Squeeze the hell out of them." The angry jaws gaped, and closed on the long pieces of brown flesh, mashing them cruelly. Justin asked her several times if she wanted more, and she nodded until there was almost no gap.
Standing up, he looked deep into her aunt's eyes as they watered in agony. She beamed at him, and reached up to unzip his fly. He stopped her with a shake of the head. "A little more work to do first, Auntie. I've had to wait a long time for this, you can wait a little longer. Brenda, tits on the table."
She laid her heavy churns on the table, streaked with fire, her angry red nipples rock hard and tender. Taking a couple of nails from a drawer, he produced a hammer and pricked her flesh with the sharp points. "Do you want this, Brenda?"
"Yes."
"Do you want me to do this to you?"
"Yes."
"Do you want me to drive this nail right through your long hard nipple?"
Looking up at him with big eyes, she whispered: "Yes, yes, yes. I've been waiting so long. Drive it in, I'm ready to get nailed."
Dramatically bringing the hammer to it target and bringing it up slowly, he brought it down sharply, driving the nail in with a couple of blows. He circled around and teased her again, aligning the metal and milking the moment for what it was worth before securing the other nipple to the table.
He ripped her shorts off her body. Her ass was large and white, and Justin couldn't resist the target. Taking down the cat again, he turned her ass bright red with several blows as his aunt cheered him on. Unzipping, he produced his proud erection, thumping her backside with it several time.
"Buttfuck her, Justin, buttfuck her."
He shook his head in negation. Reaching between her thighs, he probed her salty swamp, drenched and eager, with his fingers. Satisfied at her readiness, he slipped his dick in easily with a single effort. She bucked and thrust back against him, in spite of the agony of her fastened flesh, and had two orgasms as he pounded her. It didn't take long before he threw his head back and yelled, shooting a long load inside her.
Pulling out, he walked over to where his aunt sat. The ends of her nipples were deep purple, so he removed the clamps, making her scream at the top of her lungs as the blood returned. His face beamed as he massaged the wrinkled lumps, helping circulation return to the abused flesh. Before she stopped screaming, he stifled her with his slick, dripping cock, forcing the head through her lips and between her gums. Her screams were muffled by his meat, and transmuted into slurping as she turned her attention to his quivering flesh. He stayed hard, and she moved down his shaft to gum his balls, licking them like a lollipop and making him tremble, before returning to take most of his length into her mouth.
Brenda gasped and caught her breath as she watched the old woman work, licking her lips in envy, reaching out to stroke and squeeze his butt in spite of the tension it put on her tacked tits. Her hand probed for his asscrack as he groaned and began to send another shower of sperm into his great aunt's mouth.
Adele licked Justin clean, and beamed at his drooping penis as it withdrew from her. He turned and gave Brenda a long, deep French kiss on her lips, twisting her head slightly, pulling up and stretching her breasts. Taking a deep sigh, he looked at both his women and said: "Thanks. Now I really feel like I'm home."
The End.
Renewed Vows
After ten years of marriage, my wife Lisa and I, still have a great relationship and exciting love life. We are so much in love that, this year, we decided to confirm it by renewing our wedding vows on Valentine's Day.
I'm mid forties and fit looking. Lisa is five years younger than me with long dark hair, a slim, well tanned body and a beautiful face. We are considered, by our friends, to be an attractive couple.
Because we married later in life than most of our friends, Lisa and I have both had our share of lovers. Sometimes, to keep things hot in bed, we discuss the details of trysts with others, that we found especially erotic. Becoming comfortable with the thought of having sex with other partners has led us to fantasizing about sex with another couple.
For the ceremony we decided to go to a small church, not far from our cabin in the mountains. We invited family members and a small group of our very close friends. The wedding was happening on Sunday, February 14, 2010. Our guests were to arrive on Saturday and Lisa and I were going up Friday night. Our cabin is three hours away at an elevation slightly above 7000 feet.
This time of year the weather can be very unpredictable in the mountains and on Friday morning they issued a severe winter storm warning for our area. Lisa and I were discouraged but hopeful that the storm would blow through and not destroy our plans. We finally left our home at around 7 p.m.
The first two hours of the trip were fairly uneventful but as we climbed in altitude it was apparent that they weren't kidding about the severity of the storm. When we pulled into our driveway about 10 p.m., the snow was already 6" deep. The wind was blowing hard making it difficult to unload the car. Finally we settled into the warmth and security of our cabin and I poured a well deserved double shot of tequila for both of us. We talked about our upcoming wedding and relaxed in front of the fireplace. It wasn't long before we both drifted off to sleep.
I was the first to wake up on Saturday morning, and after acclimating myself, went to the window to see that there was at least 15" of snow on the ground and it was still snowing. I made coffee and waited for Lisa to wake up so I could fill her in on the conditions outside.
Lisa started to cry when she realized that our wedding had to be postponed. By now I had spoken to our family and friends and we had all decided that it would be best to cancel this weekend. Although Lisa and I were disappointed we decided to make the best of it. After all we were at our cabin, in a resort style community, with a country club bar and restaurant within walking distance.
The snow continued all day Saturday and by 5 p.m. we were getting stir crazy so Lisa and I bundled up and walked to the Bar. We were surprised to find around 30 people of varying ages, all snowbound like us. We sat at the end of the bar and ordered our drinks and some wings. While we were waiting another couple, younger than us, sat on the stools next to ours. She was a cute blonde with a proportionately shaped body and he was the handsome, executive type. They introduced themselves as Ryan and Pam, a married couple from Vegas.
We talked and drank and as usual, the conversation turned to sex. Ryan and Pam had differing views on the frequency of int
ercourse and asked our opinion. Lisa told them that we had sex at least four times a week and that sometimes she masturbated in between. I could tell that Lisa was feeling the effects of the alcohol by her bluntness. We were all getting a little drunk so I suggested that we continue the party at our cabin. Lisa grabbed Ryan's arm and started out the door. I was a bit surprised but took Pam's hand and followed them to the cabin.
Lisa and Ryan continued to flirt at the cabin and I could tell that she was attracted to him. I decided to let them have their fun and see just how far she would let things go. Pam seemed oblivious to it all and sat next to me on the couch sipping her drink.
Someone suggested the game, Truth or Dare, and the first dare went to Lisa. She was to get someone sexually aroused without using her hands and headed right to Ryan. Both Pam and I were surprised, but curious. Lisa lightly licked Ryan's neck with her tongue, at the same time she ran her leg up and down his. She kissed and nibbled his ear, then whispered something that we couldn't hear; it was obvious by the bulge growing in Ryan's pants that whatever she said was working for him. Lisa had completed her dare.
We had all by now, without saying, seemed to agree that whatever happened from here on out was acceptable. This became more obvious when Pam got the same dare and skillfully used her teeth to unzip my pants, pull my boxers aside and coax my semi-erect cock out for all to see. Pam let the saliva in her mouth drip onto my now, fully erect member and slid her warm mouth over the head. The excitement of her sucking me while Lisa watched was combined with the anxiety caused by the unfamiliarity of the situation. I decided to just let go and enjoy myself and watch Lisa do the same.
Ryan and I both answered our truth questions and Lisa's next dare was to perform an erotic dance for all of us. She danced over to Ryan first and slowly slipped out of her jeans. It was obvious that she was excited, demonstrated by the large wet spot on her panties. She slid her hand down her stomach, under her panties and deep into her pussy; she used her own juices to wet her finger, then placed it in Ryan's mouth. He sucked off her nectar and pleaded for more. Lisa moved away, over to Pam, and offered her the same treat. Pam stood up, with Lisa's finger still in her mouth, pushed her to the couch. She tore off Lisa's panties and pushed two fingers into her soaked pussy and finger fucked her furiously. Lisa arched her back, and as she let out a moan, cum flowed from her pussy to her inner thighs: Lisa shook. Pam dropped to her knee's and put her lips on Lisa's pulsating pussy and sucked the remaining juices into her mouth.
Ryan and I watched in amazement as his wife made mine cum like I'd never seen before. Our cocks were so hard we could explode. Pam was on all fours sucking on Lisa. I looked at Ryan and he knew just what I wanted. He nodded his approval. I positioned myself behind his wife and shoved my aching cock into her. She cried out with pleasure. Lisa looked up and smiled. She was too busy enjoying Pam's tongue to care. Lisa motioned Ryan to bring his large cock to her mouth and she devoured it with a passion. Here we are, the night before, what was supposed to be our wedding, with my cock fucking a strangers pussy while I'm watching the love of my life sucking another man's cock.
Lisa came again with a violent shudder of her body. Pam now concentrated on her own pleasure as Lisa rolled over and demanded that Ryan put that beautiful cock of his inside her drenched pussy. Ryan gently pushed his thick shaft in all the way. Lisa was delirious with desire as Ryan fucked her with rapid determination. I watched Ryan's cock thrusting in and out of Lisa's sweet pussy. I know this seems strange, but she never looked more beautiful to me than she did at that moment, being so filled with cock. I was proud to share her with Ryan, so he too, could enjoy what I had, for so long.
I was so mesmerized with Lisa that I almost forgot that my own cock was immersed in Pam. At that moment we started a succession of orgasm's. First Ryan fired his cum deep into Lisa. He pulled out his cock and shot the rest on her ass, Lisa sighed, as she dropped to the couch in sheer exhaustion, cum running off her sides. Pam's muscles tightened around my cock as she spasmed with her orgasm forcing me to pull out and cum all over her back and butt.
Ryan and Pam left soon afterwards; we never saw them again. Lisa snuggled with me and we exchanged our vows of love. We glanced at the clock; 12:01 a.m. Officially: Valentine's Day.
The End.
Quick Fix
It was all about sex for me, she was one of the best fucks, and I always find myself thinking about how kinky, hot, sweaty, wet the sex was. How I could do anything to her, and she would love it, she would beg for more. But it's the old saying, once a cheater always a cheater.. It's true.
It's been a year since I fucked her last and we have both found our true loves, she say's she is happy and I've been with a girl who is perfect, perfect in almost every way.. Just not slutty... I've found I crave the kinky, slutty sex more and more lately. So one day, I called my ex. We have always been able to talk about anything, I'm sure if her boyfriend found out he would be pissed, but I don't care.
When she answered I said, "Hey, this is one of those phone calls, that you need to be alone, are you?"
"Yes, my boyfriends at work and the kids are asleep, what's up?" she said, in an almost sexy voice.
"I need to talk to you about something, something that we probably shouldn't talk about, but it's something we both want."
I wanted to drag her into this conversation. Make her so hot and wet that she would beg for me to come fuck her right then and there.
She said, "And what would that be?"
"It's awkward to talk about, but you know how we used to fuck, and how even after you met your boyfriend you said I was the best fuck you've ever had?"
She cut me off saying, "I don't know if we should talk about this, what would your girlfriend say?"
"I don't care I need to talk about this to you!" I said in a stern voice to make sure she understood.
"Ok, so what can I do?" using the same soft voice as before.
"I need to fuck you, I need to fuck you like a whore, like the little slut you are!" I found myself saying, not quite the way I wanted to reel her in but I couldn't stop, and she didn't stop me either.
"I want to do everything to you, fuck your mouth, watching you swallow my entire cock, then fuck your pussy while you say how big of a whore you are, then fuck your tight ass, you still like that right?"
"Yes, I still like that, but we can't talk about this, I'm in a serious relationship," She said with a shaky voice.
"That never stopped you, and it won't now either, tell me this, if you could fuck me and not feel bad, or get caught would you?" I asked.
"I can't answer that, but I think you know the answer. She said softly again, oh how that voice made my cock so hard.
Now it's the fun time I thought. "Are you wet?" I asked her. No answer but I thought I heard the phone rustling.
"Are you touching yourself?" I asked
"Yes, why now?" She asked me, "Why now do you want this?"
"I want you to tell me how wet you are, how many fingers are you shoving inside MY tight pussy!" I asked her.
"Two, two of my fingers are in your pussy, I want your fingers inside me, I want to feel your cock in my mouth, I want to taste your cum and feel it covering my pussy!"
I had to pull out my cock at that point, my jeans hurt so bad against my 8 inch cock. "My cocks out of my pants, if you were here, what would you do to it?" I asked her.
"I would let you do whatever you want to me! I want you to fuck my mouth with your big hard cock, then my ass, then cum all over my slutty body!" she said.
You could tell she was fingering herself so hard.
"Put three fingers in that tight little pussy, how's it taste?" I said, "Tell me how big of a whore you are!"
"I'm the biggest whore you've ever seen, and it tastes so good, but not as good as your cock does. I want to fuck you. Come fuck me now. My boyfriend is off work in two hours."
I didn't want to tell her but as soon as she got into the conversation I had started driving towards he
r house.
"I want a picture. I want a picture of you fucking yourself right now" I said. "I need to see that wet little pussy after you've been thinking of my cock inside you!"
"Ok, hold on while I free a hand ok."
After about a minute she got back on the phone, "Its coming, where are you?" She asked, you could still tell she had her fingers deep inside her tight wet shaved pussy.
I said "Coming, what you need it that bad?"
"Yes, I need you to fuck my ass! I want you to fuck me so hard, my boyfriend, he likes to be soft, he's more traditional. You, you treat me like I want, like a slut, like a dirty slutty sex doll!"
"What are you wearing?" I demanded
"Jeans and a tank top."
"Take them off, I want you in a robe, just a robe, cause I want to fuck you on your doorstep," I said in a stern voice
"No, my neighbors will see, and they like my boyfriend." she pleaded
"I don't care! I'm going to fuck you right there. You will suck my dick while your sitting on your step, this is my deal, I'm fucking you how you need it, and you don't get a choice!"
She didn't argue back.
When I pulled up to the house, I was shaking like no other, not sure if it was excitement or just plain old because I wanted to fuck her, there she was, sitting on her front step in a pink robe. I got out and walked up to her as she stood up. I reached out and pulled her robe to the side, exposing her right tit.
"There's my slutty tits! God your a dirty little bitch arn't you!!"
Her nipples were already like rocks, as I flicked it I looked at her. She looked scared but you could tell all she wanted was to feel me fuck her as hard as I could.
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