Tony was Harry’s best friend and quiet the opposite. He was less than 5’6” but in excellent shape. Tony spend most of his hours at the gym getting his body to rock hard perfection so that each evening he could find a female of rock hard perfection and get down to rock hard business. Tony didn’t care what the morning brought as long as the night was fun, laced in booze, and he had gotten off at least twice. Tony didn’t really care who he hurt, as long as it wasn’t his dick. He wasn’t about to get himself in a relationship, a different girl each night was fine by him, and more than one girl per night was even better.
I was one of those girls who had been perfect through high school. One steady long time boyfriend was left behind when I went off to college. I had very little experience with drinking or fucking and wasn’t about to change that as long as I was sober. So, when opportunities like Tony, which might lead to a night also with Harry came up, I went straight to the bar and began doing tequila shots.
Tony had hit on me a lot. He hit on just about anything with a hole he thought he could slam his dick into. However, he usually only followed through with those girls who also looked damn good in a string bikini. I had firm, perky breasts that filled a 36C cup just right, no hips and very little ass but long, firm legs at 5’9” and thanks to the poor man’s college diet of not eating on a regular basis I was a good looking size 6. I wasn’t as toned as Tony would have normally gone for but since models and professional volleyball players didn’t frequent our college bar all that often, I was right at the top of Tony’s list for the evening.
While I had always wondered about fucking Tony I wasn’t all that interested normally. He was a lot of talk and the little experience I did have had told me that if a guy knows how to fuck you and fuck you right, he doesn’t need to brag about it. In fact, he just starts with a kiss or a back rub or a brush against your breast and you’re creaming your panties instantly. So, I wasn’t so sure that Tony wouldn’t be one of those nights that you hope is more drunken dream than anything and try to forget.
Tonight, however, was different. Tonight Harry was there. Harry was not only there but there with Michelle and they wanted to get a little nasty tonight. They were scanning the room for partners and quietly trying to decide who might be willing to join them. I ran to the bar ordered three shots of tequila and went to find Tony.
It didn’t take long before I found Tony sitting a table with a Jack and Coke and watching the girls dance in their miniskirts that were so mini they could have been mistaken for belts. He was rock hard under the table and pushing through his chinos in a way that three shots earlier I would have found utterly disgusting but now decided was perfect. I sat down in his lap, drank the rest of his drink and said, “I wanna go skinny dipping and I want an awesome view of a hot male body while I do it.” If it was possible, his cock rose even higher under my jeans and was poking me like it was trying to ring a doorbell and be allowed in.
Tony lifted me up, grabbed my hand and began to lead me out the door back to our dorm and the pool area. “What about Harry and Michelle? Don’t they want to swim too?” I gave him a look that showed that I was up for much more than he was expecting. He ran to the bar, ordered two more Jack and Cokes, downed one, handed one to me and said, “Be right back.” In seconds he was across the bar, whispering to Harry, who in turn whispered to Michelle. Her eyes widened and she began looking around the room. Her eyes met mine and she raised her eyebrows. Are you sure? In response, I downed the Jack and Coke, straightened up, pushed out my chest, and rolled my head back as though someone was already in front of me sucking on my nipples. She smiled wide and we all headed out the door together.
On the way, Tony was grabbing at my breasts and kissing my neck as we walked or rather, I avoided falling, all the way across campus. Michelle and I both noticed that Harry’s jeans were beginning to rival Tony’s in terms of the lack of room in the crotch. Damn I wanted some of that! Michelle began leading Harry back by holding his bulge rather than his hand. Fuck! How far was the stupid pool?
I stopped, turned and planted a kiss on Tony that took him by surprise but only for a second. Soon enough he was kissing me back, harder and harder with more and more pulling at my clothes. I giggled, pulled away and began running toward the pool. I heard him cuss and run after me as well as our friends laugh and try to catch up. They weren’t about to miss out on the fun.
I reached the pool, opened the gate, and began to strip. My sandals, t-shirt and jeans hit the deck first. Then I looked at Tony as I unhooked my bra and let my perfect breasts turn even harder as the cool night air replaced the fabric touching them. There his Chinos went again. Perfect. I wiggled out of my lace panties and dove into the pool. The water was pretty cold. All of a sudden I worried my plan may not work logistically for these guys. After all cold water doesn’t exactly help a hard on. I guess between the alcohol and naked girls it didn’t matter because very soon I found myself pressed against the pool steps with Tony on top of me rubbing his hands all over my body and his raging dick pressed up against my leg.
I looked over and Michelle and Harry had also found their way into the pool and were on the steps just opposite us. I couldn’t get much of a view so I closed my eyes and let Tony continue to feel every inch of my breasts and pussy. Within seconds I was breathing heavy as he finger fucked me on the steps. Something about the warmth of his body pushing mine into cold concrete was enough to keep me yelping and keep him raging hard. I shifted my hips to let him know I was ready for the real thing, not just the warm up and he immediately pushed into me with full force. Again, I yelped. Again, he pushed harder. It was raw physical lust in all it’s glory. Harry must have been more sober than any of us because he was suddenly aware of the fact that we were in a public pool. He left Michelle alone to watch the show and threw his clothes on and ran, dripping wet inside his dorm to get towels.
It was pretty clear to me that while this was fun, I wasn’t about to get off with anything cold pushed up against my ass like pool stairs. I was relieved when Harry suggested we move the party into his room and handed Tony and Michelle towels and me his bathrobe. We all balled up our clothes and ran down the hall dripping and giggling.
The problem with changing locations is that it can break the mood. People can sober up and the party is over just like that. Thankfully Harry knew that because when he opened the door there were open beer bottles on the desk and shot glasses filled with tequila that he had prepared when he came to get the towels. We sat around in our towels and bathrobes, swallowed our shots and followed them with our beers and were once again looking each other over wondering where and how to start.
Michelle had long beautiful black curly hair that was dripping all down her back. She and I had never been naked together but we had joked about it plenty of times. She was much more sexually adventurous than I was. She had purposely left the door open and I had purposely never stepped through it, until now. I picked up the towel that Harry had used to dry off with when he had come back to prepare the room and sat next to Michelle. I began to dry her hair by gently picking up the long strands and patting them in between the ends of the towel. As I did this my bathrobe began to reveal more of my breasts and I didn’t bother to close it. Her towel began to slip lower down her breasts and she didn’t move to fix it. In fact, she began to make low soft moaning sounds. That a girl! The boys were back at attention and all eyes were fixed on us.
I pushed her hair over her shoulder and began to lightly kiss and caress her back. Again, she moaned. My hands were going from her shoulders to waist and then slowly slipped around her sides. They would come up slightly, just below her breasts and then I would again return to her back. After a few times, I let them come up to the bottom of her chest. Then the next time, I touched her nipples and then slid around to her back as my fingers each passed over her rock hard nipples. Her towel was draped around her waist now and her breasts were exposed. Her wet hair was dripping down her right breast and her face was turned to the ceiling
as she was lost in the moment. I picked up the towel again, had her stand up in front of me with her towel falling to the floor and began to trace the drips from her hair down her right breast, past her waist, to her thigh. Then I dropped the towel in my hand, reached out and traced another drip with my finger. Then, with my tongue. I was sitting on the bed with her standing in front of me and me kissing her naked body. Both the boys were sitting in their chairs watching the show. Tony’s towel now looked more like a tent and Harry’s boxers had also found a sudden rise in height.
I pulled Michelle closer to me as I began to kiss her beneath her belly button. Michelle was shaved clean. She hated pubic hair and said it wasn’t good for anything but getting stuck in your teeth. I had to agree that there was something satisfying about being able to see where you are going. I licked at her pale pink lips and she shuddered. I pulled them apart with my hands and licked again. This time she gasped. I took one hand and shifted it so that while her lips were spread far apart, one my fingers could also get nice and warm inside her. I inserted my finger just as my tongue once again touched her clit. She made a noise I couldn’t quite describe but it was clearly a sign that I was doing something right. I began to suck and nibble and pull on her clit as my finger was joined by a few more. She was grabbing her own breasts and riding my hand and pushing her snatch into my face. She was about to cum and I was able to experience my first female orgasm that was not my own. I began fucking her harder with my fingers and sucking her clit with all I had. She was trembling and having a hard time maintaining her balance.
I moved my hand, guiding her pussy back toward the bed and pushed her down. I dropped my robe to the ground, then I spread her legs and dove my whole head and both hands into her soaking wet, clean shaven, sweet tasting cunt. She grabbed my hair and went right along for the ride. Within a few minutes she had reached the brink and I had a huge smile on my face. Now it was my turn.
I wiggled my ass at the audience and said, “Boys, we are gonna need some help here.” Tony shot up like a rocket. But Harry he stayed in his seat. He liked to watch and this was his chance for live action porn, not something that can only be accessed by a remote. “Soon.” Harry whispered. Michelle and I switched positions. I was laying on the bed, her head between my legs and Tony pumping her pussy from behind. The harder he fucked her, the deeper she went on me and the more she took in her mouth. Yes! “Suck me,” Tony said and Michelle left me, turned right around and began to go to town on his cock. She was deep-throating him like a pro. I looked at Harry since I was now all alone and he smiled. He walked over the bed and climbed on top of me and slipped inside my soaking wet spot and kissed me. Not some drunken physical kiss but a kiss that showed me that some part of him cared for me and had wanted this to happen as much as I did.
The picture of the room was an interesting one. The deep carnal blow job with Tony fucking her head like a hole in the wall on one side and soft, slow, kind, love-making on the other. I was very quickly going to cum, partly due to my hidden feelings for Harry and the sense I had that he had them too, and partly due to Tony fucking the shit out of Michelle’s throat and how oddly erotic that was as long as he didn’t do that to me. I was all over watching him take total control over someone else. Harry saw me looking at them and thrust even farther into me. That got me to look back at him. “That’s better,” he said. We held eyes and he began to pump me harder and harder and until we both came in unison. That was enough to get Tony over the edge and he came all over Michelle’s face. Michelle, the sick freak that she is, licked and sucked his cock dry as she got herself off all the while.
That night was filled with many more orgasms and partner switches and threesomes and foursomes with beers and shots in between each round. Hours later Michelle and Tony were passed out on the floor and I decided it was time to go. Harry walked me to my room and kissed me goodnight. I knew we would never be together again and that we would never speak of that evening but I also knew that I would hold onto that night and that memory for a long, long time.
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DEPRAVED & WICKED: VOLUME 57
For Amy Tyler, getting divorced was a blessing in disguise.
At first she was pissed as all hell; after all, she’d been married for 10 fucking years. In hindsight, however, it opened up her life to things she had never imagined doing. After she got divorced it was like starting a new life.
She had been so pissed that for six whole months she slept with every guy she could get her hands on. It didn’t matter what they looked like, how old they were, where she found them; Amy fucked them all. In those six months she learned more about herself and she’d ever known. As it turned out she was a complete and total freak in bed, capable of doing things she’d never even previously imagined.
But there was one thing she enjoyed more than all the others combined: dominating men. And more specifically, fucking them in the ass.
Owning a man, making him do what she wanted, and then humiliating him made her feel powerful and turned her on in ways she’d not thought possible. She was addicted to the feeling and sought it out whenever she could.
Over the last couple of months Amy had compiled a list of regulars; men who were willing to let her do whatever she wanted to them. And not only did they enjoy it, they lived for it.
One such man was Daniel. A small, mousy-looking guy in his mid-thirties, he was the first man she’d ever fucked in the ass. The first couple of times it had been slightly awkward and Amy had been afraid to get too aggressive with him, but soon she’d realized that the harder she gave it to him, the more he liked it. So now she didn’t hold back at all. And tonight she was going to take things to a new level.
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They were in Daniel’s living room, in the middle of the floor. Daniel was on his knees on the carpet, naked, looking up at Amy, who towered over him in her black, full-bodied leather outfit and thigh-high leather boots. Strapped to her waist was a big, black dildo, seven inches long and the width of a flashlight. Amy was slowly stroking her rubber cock, staring down at Daniel.
“Do you see what I have for you today,” Amy said.
Daniel nodded his head. There was fear in his eyes but it was mixed with a healthy dose of excitement. Exactly what Amy loved to see.
“I told you I had a surprise,” Amy said.
“It’s fucking huge,” Daniel said. “Bigger than ever.”
“That’s right,” Amy said. “And you know why?”
Daniel shook his head.
“It’s because I know you can take it, Daniel.”
He laughed under his breath. “I don’t know about that.”
“But I do,” Amy said. She bent down until their heads were on the same level. Then she grabbed ahold of his chin, and squeezed tight. “Because you’re a man, right Daniel? And men are tough. Isn’t that right Daniel?”
“I guess,” he said.
“Don’t give me that shit,” Amy said. “You think you’re tougher than me. You know it, and I know it. Right?”
Daniel reluctantly nodded.
“Which means you can take whatever I can, right?”
He nodded again.
“And considering I’ve taken a cock this size up my ass many times, you can to, right?”
Defeated, Daniel nodded again.
“See?” Amy said, beaming. “My logic is unassailable, right?”
“It certainly appears to be.”
“Which also means that you can take other things that I’ve taken, right?”
At that point Daniel appeared to just give up. He just said, “right,” in a flat tone.
“Oh, don’t look so sad,” Amy said. “I promise not to do anything to you that hasn’t been done to me before. And I’ve come through it fine, so I’m sure you will to. All right?”
“All right,” he said.
“Good,” she said. “So are you ready to get started?”
Daniel nodded.
And without another word, Amy bent down and slapped him in th
e face.
Daniel took it like a man, hardly making any sound at all beyond a little grunt.
“Very good,” Amy said, smiling. Then she slapped him again. Harder this time.
But still Daniel barely made a noise.
“Did that hurt?” Amy asked.
“A little,” Daniel said.
“Just a little?” Amy said.
Daniel nodded.
“Then I guess I’m not doing it hard enough,” she replied. And she smacked him again. And again. And again. The sound of flesh on flesh was like a gunshot echoing about the room.
After the sixth consecutive slap to the same side of the face, Daniel cracked, letting out a loud groan and following it with an f-bomb.
“That one got to you, didn’t it?” Amy said, grinning like the devil.
“Yeah,” Daniel said. His cheek was bright red and his breathing rate was ragged and tears leaked out of his eyes.
Laughing, Amy grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked back on it, exposing his neck to her.
“Do you want me to stop smacking you? Do you want me to do something else?”
“Yes please,” Daniel said.
“Fine,” she said. “But don’t say you didn’t ask for it.”
“I won’t.”
“Then open your fucking mouth,” she said.
Daniel did as he was told.
“That’s a good boy,” Amy said. And she shoved her cock in his mouth, forcing it more than halfway down his throat right from the get-go.
Starting off so quickly caught Daniel off guard, and he immediately started hacking and coughing. But Amy didn’t let up, pumping his mouth with her cock without slowing down one bit.
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