Immediately, she fell to her knees. Through her silky dress, the floor felt luxurious and hard, like the cock before her. Before she took him in her mouth, she paused to take all of him in with her eyes. He was...dreamy.
The first taste of his thick cock was incredible. He tasted like a specially baked cake full of chocolate ganache. She hungrily devoured him, forcing him into her mouth and throat as far as she could possibly take him. As she desperately tried to lick, stroke and taste every single inch of him with her mouth and tongue, she barely remembered where she was, that she was wearing a strange dress in a strange room full of vaguely familiar people.
The man took charge of her now. He forced his cock back and forth across her throat and mouth. He moaned as she sucked him tightly. She liked the way his moaning sounded. He took her head and held it firmly, moving it back and forth so that her pursed lips just glided across his massive cock.
She would have moaned out of pleasure if she’d had the ability but her mouth was so full that no sounds could escape. Back and forth, back and forth, she pleased this man’s perfect cock.
Before she knew it, an attractive red-headed woman had joined her on the floor. The redhead wasn’t wearing anything save for a see-through fishnet camisole. The woman’s tits looked full and firm; her nipples were softly red like her hair. The woman clearly wanted to taste the perfect cock before them.
Shirley made room and soon enough, the woman had taken the cock in her mouth. Deeply. Shirley liked watching the beautiful woman lick and stroke the huge cock that had just been in her wet mouth. She slipped her fingers between her inner thighs and started to touch herself a little as she watched them. She couldn’t believe what was happening; she’d never felt more scared or horny in her whole eighteen years prior.
As the redhead licked and stroked the man’s cock, another man joined them. Another man wearing a tuxedo. Was everyone wearing tuxedos at this strange party? The top buttons of his shirt were undone and the new man’s chest hair was thick. He took Shirley close to his chest and she caught a whiff of him; he smelled the way men are supposed to smell. Musky, exotic and strong.
His arms were strong and full of muscles as he lifted Shirley up and onto a side table. The feel of air below her body as he whisked her away surprised her. Before she knew what had hit her, the man had pulled up the skirt of her dress all the way to her hips. Only her thong served as a barrier between her soaking wet pussy and whatever this man wanted to do with her.
He started by kissing her legs. Soft and slow kisses. He kissed over her panties. He pressed his tongue down against her panties. The wetness through the cloth really turned her on. She could feel how rock hard her nipples had gotten. From the corner of her eye, she could see that others in the room were drinking and watching what the man was doing to her. She didn’t care. She wanted him. His scent was intoxicating. She wanted to know what else was intoxicating about him.
As the man unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor, she thought oh, thank god. She was ready to get fucked. The man started by teasing her with his wide, thick cock. First, he teased her lips. Then he traced it down her throat and belly until he rested it at the very start of her very wet pussy. She bucked up and down for him; she wanted him that badly.
He shook his head as though to say no with a mysterious smile. Her heart fell as adrenaline rushed through her veins. The blonde woman with the beehive style hairdo and very large breasts was now standing by her hips and splayed open legs. She was licking her lips; her cleavage heaved as she moved. With a smile, she leaned forward slowly and began to softly kiss and lick Shirley’s wet pussy.
At first, it felt funny for her. She’d never had another woman do anything like that to her. Unlike a man, the woman felt delicate and tender as she licked and stroked her with the flat of her tongue. As the woman moved faster and found Shirley’s clit, Shirley soon forgot about how strange it all was and simply gave in.
The woman was an expert. With each new stroke from the woman’s tongue, Shirley felt as though she would cum and cum hard. She tried not to. She tried to enjoy every moment. Shirley’s tits bounced up and down with each movement. The new man still stood beside her. Now, he offered his cock to her mouth. She gladly took it.
With one man’s cock in her mouth and one busty woman pleasing her pussy, Shirley had entered a new realm of sexual encounters. When her history professor, Dr. Alda, joined them, Shirley could barely say no. She was pleased to see that the history professor had a large and fat cock.
The blonde woman who was licking her pussy took a moment to lick Dr. Alda’s cock and get it wet before going back to Shirley. Dr. Alda stroked himself as he watched everyone work, as though he was supervising. In his hands, his cock looked massive. As Shirley’s large tits continued to bounce like water balloons on the table, Dr. Alda’s cock seemed to swell bigger and bigger.
Finally, the blonde woman eating her pussy made her cum. Shirley came harder and faster than she’d ever dreamed possible. As the waves of pleasure finally died down, she looked around the room. She had to blink; she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. It appeared as though everyone had shed their party clothes and like her, were in the middle of having some serious pleasure.
The music from before had given way to the moans and groans of people having sex. How strange, Shirley thought. Her thoughts floated above her, partially formed as she was just so dazed from this new experience. She felt that if she didn’t get fucked by a huge cock soon, she would completely explode.
A new man came by her now. She was still up on the table, face up. The man was just who she had hoped it might be. It was her man in the robe. The sexiest man she had ever seen before in her life. The man in the robe flipped her around so that she was propped up on all four like an animal. He looked at her hard, firm ass for a moment before spanking it with his masculine hands. The pain felt sharp but good.
“I believe you’ve been a naughty girl. There’s always a price to pay for naughty girls like you. Don’t worry, naughty girls always like the price. Always,” the man said. His deep voice was more of a husky, heated whisper now. He licked her mouth all the way to her ear and then down her back. He stopped his tongue at the very beginning of her smallest hole.
There, he paused and circled it back and forth. She turned her head to look at him. As she did, she saw his majestic robe hit the floor. His body was Adonis-like, glorious in its perfection. She barely had time to let it all sink in before he had taken his cock out and was teasing her thighs and ass with it.
Dr. Alda presented his cock to her mouth. Maybe because he was her teacher... maybe just because he had such a good cock... but she took it. She tried to do a very good job with it. She sucked hard and deeply, gasping for air when she had to. Meanwhile, the man in the robe had spread her ass apart.
He spanked her lightly and finally plunged the tip of his fat cock into her smallest hole. No man had ever done that to her before and she squirmed as he plunged in even more deeply. It didn’t quite feel right; it didn’t feel as though something so large could fit in such a tight hole.
Fit it did, however, and within moments the man in the robe was plowing away at her ass. The initial pain quickly gave way to deep pleasure. The blonde woman who had been licking her pussy had moved up to the head of the table. From here, she played with Shirley’s flopping tits as Shirley got mouth and ass fucked by the two men.
Never before in her life had Shirley felt so serviced. Never before had she pleased two men at once...while another woman pleased her. Never before had she been so on display. To her left, still on the floor, the man with the perfect cock was still pleasing the redhead; watching them together made her even wetter.
The blonde woman stopped playing with Shirley’s tits now and fought for Dr. Alda’s cock. The man in the robe continued fucking Shirley’s tightest hole, filling it and then filling it again with his massive erection.
The two women, Shirley and the blonde, shared Dr. Alda in their mout
Though she really liked it, she felt completely helpless and unable to move. The lack of control only turned her on even more and as the blonde woman began to take Dr. Alda’s balls hungrily into her soft, wet lips, Shirley could feel herself start to cum, and deeply so.
The orgasm started in her smallest hole and it was like no orgasm she’d ever had before. She shook the entire table and everyone who was in any way attached to it. She almost bit down on Dr. Alda’s cock as it rested in her mouth. She gripped the edges of the table for dear life as the force of her sudden cumming rocketed through her body.
Finally, she felt completely satisfied. Satisfied in a way that no single man had ever even begun to satisfy her before.
Before she’d headed up the scary driveway to steal a flower pot as per her sister’s orders, she’d never even know what a good cock was supposed to be like. Now, she knew. Now, she knew more than she’d ever imagined possible.
Still in her ass, the man in the robe finally exploded. He filled her with his hot, sticky cum. As he pulled away from her ass, she could feel drops of cum slide down her thighs like hot wax.
Meanwhile, the blonde woman had taken over with Dr. Alda’s ready to burst cock. She licked, sucked and moaned until finally Dr. Alda pulled his cock away from the blonde’s mouth and stroked it faster than Shirley had ever seen a man stroke. Ropes of hot cum sprayed out, covering both Shirley and the strange woman’s necks and swollen tits.
Before she could even move, the man in the robe (now wearing the thick robe again), had presented both women with freshly cleaned towels. The towels smelled like eucalyptus and lavender; amazing.
As though sensing that Shirley was overwhelmed suddenly in the middle of this orgie party, the man in the robe gently took Shirley’s hand and guided her back to the dressing room. In the room, her clothes had been neatly folded into the box where the dress had been. The man bent down and gave her a quick peck on the forehead.
He whispered, “Go home, Dorothy. Go back to Kansas. Just. Click your heels, hmmm?” Then, he left her there. As she dressed, she noticed that her muddy heel had been completely restored… as though nothing had ever happened. She was amazed.
Back in her regular clothes now, she put her dress back in the fine white box. She took a look at herself in the full mirror. She was looking for signs that she had changed. Had become something different. Someone….older. She still looked the same. Bright-eyed and eager to enjoy all that college had to offer. She slipped out the dressing room door and down the hallway to leave, carrying only one new thing; the white box with her new pink dress.
In the safety of the night now, she turned and looked back at the nondescript house. What had happened in there? Did it matter? Had it been a dream?
Returning to the sorority house where she hoped to live, the girls proudly told her she had passed her final challenge. It was a bittersweet victory.
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Nope... no link here it seems... After the next one perhaps?
Going Hardcore
by
Pearl Whitaker
Sarah moaned as loud as she could as her boyfriend James slammed his cock into her pussy. He had her on her back, her legs spread wide around his torso. She winced as he pounded into her. The swirl of pain and pleasure was nauseating; it was like a drug that drove her mind to the edge of madness. As his meat slid past all her defenses and deep into her inner womanhood, she cried and moaned at the explosion of sensations that filled her entire body and mind. Yet she wanted more – she wanted so much more.
Fuck me James, she thought to herself. Fuck me like an animal. She gazed into his eyes and intentionally moaned louder with his every move inside her. She moved her body in rhythm to his, hoping she could force his cock to go even deeper within her.
Her efforts did not go in vain – James got the message, and he began to fuck her faster and deeper. Sarah’s entire body arched and she let out a curdling scream as she reached orgasm. James pulled out just in time. Sarah released and a stream of fluids sprayed over the bed. Then she collapsed back on the bed, exhausted.
Again, this went nowhere. Sarah put a smile on her face but deep inside there was no level of satisfaction. Instead, she felt hollow. There was a sense of defeat that she could not explain. Sex with James was great and he did do whatever she wanted but for some reason there was something missing. He gave her the best sex she had ever had yet some spark was not there, something she found with her previous relationships.
Going back to those guys was out of the question – sex with them was not all that great and they were jerks to her more often than not. James was at least nice to her when they weren’t in the bedroom. Other men tend to forget she even existed when they weren’t busy fucking each other. So what was she missing out on?
James, on the other hand, was not done. He wasn’t the type that would let the night end without him finishing off. With his hand to his cock he moved up the bed and straddled Sarah’s chest. With his cock directly over her face he jerked off. Dutifully, Sarah opened her mouth as wide open as she could and stuck her tongue out.
Is it the fucking? she asked herself. Is it his cum? No, it can’t be that. I love the taste of his cum. I love the warmth and the way he messes me up. She shook the thoughts off when she noticed that James was getting on the edge. Within a moment’s notice, he stopped playing with himself and jets of white semen spilled out and over her face. Most of it went straight down her mouth. Some stuck to her cheeks and chin.
Without any instructions, she wiped her face with a finger and sucked on the remaining cum. When all was down the drain, she swallowed again and opened her mouth wide for him to inspect. Satisfied, James gave her a soft pat on the cheeks like she was an obedient little pet.
That made Sarah smile. For that quick moment she forgot about her inhibitions about the way they fucked and whatever may be missing. For that moment she felt completely satisfied. That soft pat was enough to give her a good night.
I am an obedient girl, she complimented herself. James got up, threw her a towel to clean herself with. Sarah rubbed herself down and then threw the towel back to James. He took his time in the bathroom so she snuggled back to her spot in the bed, now satisfied with their night. It was always like this for her – she would find it lackluster until the final few moments when James would take more aggression. Was she hoping for more of that? Sarah thought about it for a quick moment but her thoughts dissipated into thin air when James walked back in and crawled into their bed.
Should I tell him? What would I tell him?‘Baby can you fuck me rougher, like a cheap, dirty slut?’ Yeah, that’s not going to work. He’d think I’d gone nuts. She cuddled up to him and he wrapped her with his large, muscular arms. For many years she felt safe and warm in his grasp but it was only now that she realized the threat those large, well-built arms also posed to her. He could easily yank and drag her around. He could slap her and force her if he wanted to.
Maybe that was what I wanted all along. She wasn’t so sure so what could make her ask him to give it a try? Then there was the possibility that he would take it beyond the bedroom. They were a very picturesque couple when in public; very sweet, very fun to be with. She couldn’t imagine how it would be if he started pushing her around when they were dating.
She would have to hint at it instead. However, she had no idea how. James hugged her close and she snuggled her face into his neck. They rested in silence, her thoughts almost rising and falling in sync with his breathing and heartbeat. Sarah thought for a minute yet all she could fall back on was the way he gave her an obedient pat on the cheek after she swallowed his seed. Perhaps that was what she needed to take advantage on. It was something that he was already familiar with.
“Babe,” she whispered softly.
“Hm?” he answered. James looked down at the young girl he cradled in his arms. Sarah kept her face buried in his neck, shy and bewildered at what she was trying to ask of him.
Sarah bit her lip, thought of what to say, and then softly whispered, “I liked it when you patted my face.”
James caressed her hair with the back of his hand as he replied, “You like being my little obedient girl?”
“I want more,” she told him. “I just don’t know how much more.” That was very true. Having sex with James was already as good as she'd ever experienced so taking things over the edge was beyond her wildest dreams. It was beyond her limitations of what she thought she could do in the bedroom. There were just some things that she never thought she could do when she was alone with a man.
However, this time, there was that tingling feeling in her guts that told her there was something more. Perhaps it was a little too extreme, perhaps it would hurt, but then there was also the possibility that it was exactly what she wanted. The only way to find out was to give it a shot. Whether she’d love it or regret it would have to be decided when all had been said and done.
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