He pressed into her and for a moment, the look on her face was that she thought he might be too large for her to take.
"You're so tight,” he said, pressing harder against her, moving slowly, drawing her onto him.
Her tight pussy began to give to accommodate him.
"Oh, fuck,” she moaned. “My pussy has never been stretched like this."
She wanted him all.
"You're so thick,” she whimpered as she pulled him in more, “Ohmygod, yes. F ... fuck me hard."
He turned her around, bent her over, and began thrusting his cock in and out, and her hips pushed back to eagerly meet every move. She placed her hands high on the wall, spreading her legs wide and sticking her ass up as high as she could. I smiled. Tiffany had such a wonderful ass and she displayed it proudly. He grasped her hips and plunged into her from behind with hard, long strokes.
I could see the sweat dripping from his forehead and landing on the small of her back as he pounded her wet cunt. His large, hairless balls bounced against her pussy lips with every plunge.
"Harder,” she whimpered.
I could see her starting to orgasm ... that explosion that comes from deep inside her pussy, taking over her body like nothing else can. Her legs began to tremble and her cunt was an open cave.
"I'm coming!” he called out
"Come inside me!” she begged, “Fuck me hard! I want to feel you come inside me!"
She felt him tense and she tightened her pussy muscles on him. His head fell back and she felt his spasms inside her. His body shook, then he withdrew his cock, and stumbled back against the bed.
"My god,” he groaned, “That was incredible."
Tiffany looked over at me to see if everything was still all right. Everything was more than all right. I had been stroking my cock while watching and for the first time in a long time, it was hard as a rock. She smiled and came over, kneeling beside the chaise.
"May I suck it, Andrew?” she asked timidly.
"Yes, my dear. Please do."
She put her hand around my shaft, taking it gingerly in her fingers as if she were touching fine porcelain.
"It will not break, darling,” I told her, “you may hold it tighter."
She held it firmer, then lowered her face to it, engulfing the head between her lips. I moaned, giving myself over to her talented mouth.
As much as I loved her blow jobs, what I really wanted was to officially make love to my bride as I had before taking the blood pressure medication.
"Darling,” I breathed as I stroked her golden hair, “let's go to the bed."
"No,” she said quickly, “I'm not giving this a chance to go down."
With that, she stood up, got on the chaise with me, and straddled my lap to lower her pussy onto my cock.
It had been a long time since I had seen my bride take charge and take what she wanted, so I willingly allowed her to do so. Her eyes closed, her lips parted, and she tilted her head back as she sank down on my shaft and I put my hands on her wasp-size waist to pull her down even tighter. She moaned, as did I, and then we began to move together, developing a rhythm that we could both be comfortable with.
By this time, Eric had recovered and came over to watch. To be honest, the thought of being observed before this night would have made my cock shrivel up and hide beneath my balls, but there was something about being with Tiffany now in front of his young man that made me feel like Superman.
He reached, almost bashfully, for his own cock, looking at me to see if it was all right that he did so. I neither gave him the go ahead sign nor the sign that he couldn't. I didn't care. All that mattered to me at that moment was my lovely bride and how much pleasure I was bringing her.
The harder Tiffany rode my cock, the harder Eric stroked his own shaft. She glanced over, seemingly just aware that he was there, and smiled.
"Come on my titties,” she told him.
He moved a bit closer and held his rod near her breasts so he would not miss his target when his orgasm came. She didn't have to wait long. Just as she began to come, the squeezing of her muscles around my cock made me come, and the sight of us climaxing together made Eric erupt. He sprayed her breasts, his cum sticking, in some places, to the fishnet. If this had been baseball, we would have had a triple play.
"You know, Andrew,” Tiffany giggled as she rubbed his cum into her skin, “we have a whole wing on the right side of the house that we don't even use. Perhaps Eric would be interested in moving in."
I chuckled.
"That, my dear,” I summarized, “would be up to Eric, but I think it is a perfectly wonderful idea."
We both looked at the young man and he grinned. I had a feeling we were about to take in a boarder.
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POLICE STORY: THE SPEEDER
I had been a cop for twenty of my forty years, and I thought I had heard just about every excuse there was for speeding. One gentleman was in a hurry to get home because Monday night football was starting; one lady thought she left something baking in the oven; and one young man even said the speedometer in his brand new Corvette was broken and he didn't know how fast he was going. His ticket cost the most of any I had given out.
But the one that really floored me was the time I pulled a lady over for doing 67 miles per hour in a 40 miles per hour road construction area, although luckily the workers were at lunch. As I walked up to the driver's side of her sports car, she rolled the window down and smiled at me.
"Ma'am, do you know how fast you were going?” I asked.
"Yes, officer,” she replied, “I was doing a little over sixty five."
Her honesty surprised me. Most of them tried to play dumb and say they didn't realize how fast they were going. I cleared my throat.
"May I see your license and registration, please?"
"Certainly."
She took her driver's license from her wallet and handed it to me, then leaned over to the glove compartment for the registration. As she leaned, I couldn't help but notice she was wearing a very short skirt that barely concealed her bottom. I tried to look away, but found it almost impossible.
As she handed me the registration, she smiled again. She was pretty, not God's gift to men by any means, but still pretty, with shoulder length brown hair and twinkling blue eyes, and probably a few years younger than myself, with a devilish grin that was almost contagious.
"This is the first car I've ever bought on my own,” she announced proudly. “My ex would never allow me to get a sports car, so I'm pretty tickled about it. I'm pretty tickled about him being my ex too,” she added with a giggle.
"Being proud of your new car is a good thing,” I said, and then paused to look at her license for her name, “Ms. Kent, but speeding is not a good way to show it off. Is there a reason why you were going so fast?"
I waited. I expected one of the usual excuses, when all of a sudden, she dumbfounded me with a new one.
"Yes, officer,” she said, still grinning, “I was horny."
I stood silent a moment, letting her words sink in.
"Ex ... excuse me?"
"You heard me,” she paused and looked at my name tag, “Officer Robbins, I was horny and I wanted to get home so I could use my new dildo."
She reached into the tiny back seat and pulled out a plastic shopping bag, then reached in the bag and pulled out an adult toy. I stood there speechless for a few seconds, just looking at the imitation penis.
"It looks like the real thing, doesn't it?” she asked.
"Y ... yes, it's quite realistic,” I fumbled my words.
"I thought so too,” she replied, “so I bought it, and now I'm in a hurry to try it out."
I swallowed what felt like a brick in my throat and took out my pad and pen.
"Well, I'm afraid I'm still going to have to give you a ticket for speeding, although I won't put down that it was in a road construction zone. The cost of the ticket would triple if the workers were here."
As I went around to the back of the car to write down the license plate number, I could see through the back glass that she was unwrapping the plastic off of her new toy. I took a deep breath, focused on the paper, and kept writing.
I went back to the driver's side door with full intentions of scolding her for speeding, but as I looked down, I saw that she had raised her skirt, lowered her panties to mid thigh, and was rubbing the head of the dildo against her pussy. She was totally oblivious to me, had leaned the seat back a bit, and was truly enjoying herself. I could feel my own penis beginning to harden. I finally found my voice.
"Young lady,” I told her, “that is totally inexcusable behavior."
She looked up and grinned.
"Why? Are you gay?"
I couldn't help but smile.
"No, of course I'm not gay."
"Then I don't see why this is inexcusable behavior,” she replied, still rubbing the toy against her female.
"I'm trying to make a point here,” I told her.
"You made your point,” she countered, and then moaned as the head of the dildo slid between her lips, “now give me the damn ticket so I can get home and play with my new toy."
I could see her wetness on the plastic playmate as she moved it in and out, and when I didn't give her the speeding ticket right away, she unfastened a couple of the buttons on her blouse and began to caress her breasts. My dick was getting so hard that it felt as if someone had shoved one of those orange traffic cones in my pants.
"Young lady,” I scolded, “I cannot condone this kind of behavior."
She looked up at me and smiled.
"Then turn your head."
I could see her erect nipples between her fingers and they looked like hard, pink pencil erasers.
"You cannot do this in public,” I reprimanded.
"I'm not in public,” she calmly replied, “I'm in the privacy of my own car. You, on the other hand, are the one standing out there for everyone to see with a hard-on the size of a baseball bat. If anyone is being obscene, it's you."
I had had enough of her smart mouth as well as her indecent behavior.
"That's it,” I told her, opening her car door and pointing to my own vehicle, “Go get in the back seat of my car right now."
She looked a little shocked.
"Are ... are you arresting me?"
"No,” I said as I took her arm and lifted her up, “but you are going to be punished for your conduct."
Once I had us both settled in the back seat, I began to scold her for her actions.
"You can't just lift your skirt and expect to get out of a speeding ticket."
"I wasn't trying to get out of the ticket,” she argued, “I was just having a little fun. You know, just being a little naughty."
"Yes, you were being naughty,” I told her, “and do you know what young ladies get when they are naughty?"
She giggled.
"Sent to their room without dinner?"
"No."
"They get their allowance taken away?"
"No."
She saw the look on my face and sobered.
"They ... they get spanked?"
I nodded my head.
"They certainly do."
A look of fear came over her face. It looked as if I was, at last, getting through to her.
"But ... but I'm a grown woman. Grown women don't get spanked."
"Oh, I beg to differ with you, my dear,” I replied as I took her by the arm and gently pulled her over my lap, “Grown women get spanked all the time."
I finally felt as if I was in charge of the situation.
I laid several hard-handed swats to her skirt-covered bottom and watched as she squirmed over my knees. She was a small woman, so it wasn't hard to keep her in place, and I secretly had a feeling that she liked it.
"Now, for being twenty-seven miles over the speed limit,” I told her as I continued to smack her rear, “you will get twenty-seven spanks on top of your skirt, twenty-seven on top of your panties, and twenty-seven on your bare bottom."
"Bare?!” she screeched, “No, please not bare!"
"You didn't have any trouble lifting your skirt, pulling down your panties and showing me your bare pussy,” I said, “why should it bother you to have me see your bare bottom?"
"I ... I wanted to do that,” she stumbled over her words, “I don't want to do this."
"Too bad, you should have thought about that before."
I proceeded to give her twenty-seven swats on her skirt, then raised her skirt and continued to do the same on her panties, but when it came to take her panties down, she quickly reached back to try and stop me.
"Please,” she quivered and beginning to cry, “I promise I won't speed anymore and I promise I won't be indecent in public anymore. Please ... please ... don't spank me bare."
"You should have thought about that when you started it all,” I said, “now, I have to finish with the punishment."
I lowered her panties to mid thigh and gave her the twenty-seven swats on her bare bottom that I had promised her. She kicked and squirmed the whole time, begging me to stop, which of course, I had no intention of doing. I spanked, watching her naked ass becoming more and more red under my hand, enjoying the control I had over her and the embarrassment I was causing her. When I finally stopped, she laid quietly over my lap with no attempt to cover herself. She finally lifted her head and looked at me.
"Do I still have to get a speeding ticket?” she asked.
I couldn't help but smile to myself.
"No, I think you've paid the price."
She got up off my lap and sat on the seat beside me.
"May I give you a hug for not giving me a ticket and for giving me the spanking I deserved?"
I thought about it for a second. I didn't think a hug would hurt anything.
"Yes, you may."
She leaned across me, then put her arms around my neck and her head on my shoulder.
"Thank you, Officer Robbins,” she whispered.
I put one arm around her to hold her close, and with the other arm, I circled her hips, my hand coming to rest on her bottom. It was warm to the touch and I swore I could feel her push her hips back to push more of her bottom in my hand. My fingers moved down the sweet burrow dividing her ass cheeks and came to rest against her feminine lips. She purred softly against my shoulder.
"My cunt is so wet,” she whispered.
This was something that I already knew. Her juices were coating my fingers.
"Would you finger fuck me?” she breathed.
I pulled her back from me and looked into her sapphire eyes.
"Young lady,” I asked, “have you ever had a black man finger fuck you before?"
She shook her head.
"No sir, but I want it. Please, I want it.” She kissed me softly and I could feel the need on her lips. “Please."
I kissed her back.
"Very well."
I gently bent her back over my lap, lifted her skirt, and took her panties off. Her bottom was still quite red and stinging, but now the warmth of the spanking had moved down to her pussy. Her juices practically dripped from her arousal and it took all I had not to ram my face between her thighs.
Her pink pussy lips parted as I entered her wetness with my long, dark finger, and I felt her wiggling and opening to my caress.
"Like that?” I asked her.
"More,” she pleaded, “two fingers."
I shoved another digit in and she groaned in compliance. The harder I thrust, the louder she moaned, and it was apparent that she was about to come. I decided to help her out.
As my right hand was busy inducing her orgasm, I slid the middle finger of my left hand between the cheeks of her bottom and entered her ass with the tip of it. Her reaction was immediate and I began to feel her pussy convulsing on my hand.
"Ohhhh!!! Yeeessss!!!
Fuuuccckkk mmmmeeeeee!!!” she screamed.
She moaned loud and long as the climax overtook her body, and it was only when I could feel her settling back down that I took my fingers out of her.
She rested over my lap for a moment, and then began to sit up. I smiled as I saw that her hair was disheveled and her cheeks were pink. Now they matched the cheeks of her bottom.
"I've never come that hard in my life,” she breathed, then grinned and straddle my lap to look down at me, “What time does your shift end?"
I smiled, cupped her ass in my hands, and squeezed affectionately.
"In about an hour."
"Could I tempt you into a homemade meal at my place tonight?” she asked.
"And what's for dinner?” I chuckled.
She giggled and wiggled her pussy on my erection.
"Dark meat."
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THE REAL STORY OF LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD
Good evening, folks. My name is Thomas ... Thomas Albert Wolf to be exact, no relation to the famous writer. I'm the wolf you read about in the story of Little Red Riding Hood when you were a child. Well, I'm here to tell the real story of what happened, the honest to goodness truth, and trust me, folks, it isn't pretty.
You see, “Red", or Little Red Riding Hood as you know her, was just a cheap, slutty golddigger. She didn't come through the forest on her way to her Grandma's house. Oh no, dear friends. She was out peddling her goods, and I don't mean handmade pot holders. They say in the story that she was carrying food in the picnic basket through the woods to her sick Grandma. Well, there was no food in that basket, unless it was edible panties. It was mostly dildoes, butt plugs, and bondage implements. Yes sir, Red was out that day to snag herself a man.
I met Red when I was on my way home from giving blood at the local hospital. I was a bit dazed and weak after my donation, so the nurse had given me a sedative to help me get some rest.
As I walked through the forest towards my home, I saw this woman-child leaning up against a tree. She was wearing a short red skirt, with high-heeled sandals, and a midriff-showing red hooded sweater, and definitely looked out of place in the forest. I thought she might be lost, so in my dazzled state, I asked her if I could help her. She smiled. Her smile was breathtaking.
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